Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Suite ❯ The Suite ( Chapter 1 )

"No," Ken said.

"No way," Yoji agreed.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"No."

"How can you even?"
"No."

"Really, I mean."

"No."

"There are no women!"

Ken blinked, unable to repeat his simple denial. Omi blinked, too, and Aya glowered.

"I'm not in - no women," Yoji stated firmly, heading for the mission room stairs.

"No," Ken repeated. He opened his mouth to say more, but couldn't. He shook his head fervently. "No."

Manx turned to Aya and Omi. "You two can complete the mission with perhaps minimal back up from Ken," she paused for effect. "Or Yoji."

Omi blinked owlishly, looking 12 rather than 18. "Do you really need me?"

"This requires a couple," Manx said expressionlessly.

"I'm in," Aya said simply. As Aya took every mission he was offered, this should have surprised no one.

Omi was taking too long to process the simple information. The target Tsugawa Keisuke trafficked in human beings, providing "slaves" for free labor and more sinister uses. He frequented a western-style spa resort at the beach with his underage lover, Tanaka Kyou. The resort was backed with gang money and Tsugawa was given free reign to behave as he liked. He and his boyfriend often picked up new "friends" during their visits. The idea was that a two-man team would stay at the resort posing as a couple to get to the target.

Very simple, really. Omi knew he was an obvious choice, since he still looked underage. If Ken or Yoji had agreed to be his partner, he wouldn't even be thinking about it. Yoji was so charming and outgoing that Omi would only have to follow his lead. Ken was such a close friend they could practically read each other's thoughts. Either would have made the mission very easy for him.

But Aya. He sneaked a glance at the redhead under his eyelashes. Aya stood still and silent, no hint of an expression on his face. No hint of what he was thinking or feeling. Omi had convinced himself that under that protective shell Aya was a fully functional human being. Omi imagined long-suppressed passions and unknown depths.

Aya arched his eyebrow pointedly, and Omi realized he'd been caught staring. "I'm in," Omi squeaked.

Manx smiled and handed them their folders. "They're due at the resort in three days."

*

They were leaving in the morning, and Omi's nerves were starting to get the best of him. Aya was completely absorbed in preparations, detailing his car, meticulously packing, and rereading his mission data. Omi hadn't been able to do much more than nod his head at the man, because he couldn't sort out his thoughts well enough to formulate a decent comment.

He wandered aimlessly around the apartment for well over an hour before he found himself hovering outside Yoji's open door.

"What do you want, chibi?" Yoji asked briskly, lighting a cigarette and ruffling Omi's hair when he appeared in the doorway.

Omi walked inside slowly and perched on the foot of Yoji's bed. "I have some questions . . . about the mission."

Yoji shook his head, watching his hair move in the mirror. "Ask Aya, I'm still not in."
Omi bit his lop in thought for a moment. Sighing quietly he strengthened his resolve. "How am I supposed to act like his boyfriend?" he sputtered, fervently hoping he hadn't squeaked.

Yoji smiled broadly. "Now I know why you came to me!" he said, planting himself on the bed by Omi. "Dating questions I can answer."

Omi shook his head so hard he nearly made himself dizzy. "No! Mission!" He waited until Yoji nodded his head in understanding. "If you'd gone with me, you'd have been so entertaining it wouldn't have been a big deal. But Aya," Omi paused to look into space and blow a tendril of hair off his forehead. "How do I pretend to be his boyfriend if I'm afraid he'll kill me if I so much as touch him?"

Yoji nodded sagely, enjoying his role in this little drama. "Leave it to me, chibi. I have an hour before I have to start getting ready for my date, and I will take care of everything."
Omi gulped.

*

The trip to the beach was beautiful, and Omi spent most of his time taking in the scenery. Aya hadn't spoken since they'd set out, and staring out the window was a better option than watching Aya's hand on the gearshift.

Taking Yoji's advice, Omi waited until they were thirty minutes from their destination before he broke the silence. "Aya," he began.

His only acknowledgment was a small grunt from Aya.

"We need to have a system so we know what to do around the target," Omi said, warming to his subject. "I thought of some nonverbal signals I thought might work, to convince them we're a couple."
Aya, careful not to take his eyes off the road for too long, still managed to arch his brow in Omi's direction.

Omi nodded happily and began ticking items off his fingers. "Remember, either of us can use these. A hug, you touch your right earlobe. A kiss, your left earlobe. To flirt with your partner, touch your right eyebrow. Flirt with the target, left eyebrow." Omi continued on for nearly ten minutes, covering various parts of his anatomy as he detailed every possible show of affection or physical action that could be required.

Aya found his eyes swimming and tried to blink away the mounting pressure. He kept nodding because Omi never paused in his recitation long enough for him to speak. By the time he realized Omi had stopped and started to open his mouth, his chance had passed. Omi clapped his hands and pointed out the window. "We're here!"

*

Their suite was magnificent. The sitting room was spacious, with oversize sofas and chairs clustered around the television and a dining table near the windows. The bedroom had a king size bed with piles of inviting pillows, another TV, and a chaise lounge by the spacious balcony. Omi saved the bulk of his astonishment for the bathroom, though. There was a separate shower enclosed in glass and a sunken whirlpool tub that could easily fit four grown men. Everything was warm tones of marble and gold-toned fixtures, and Omi thought it just might even be bigger than the Koneko.

Aya, of course, didn't express any interest in their suite. Instead, he unpacked and meticulously refolded every item he'd brought. Only when he was satisfied everything was orderly did he deign to speak. "The target should be at the pool this afternoon. We should claim an area first."

Omi nodded happily and pulled out his swim gear. He'd packed several things at Yoji's insistence, his two swimsuits included. One, a long loose pair of blue shorts, were intended to make him look a bit younger than he was. The other pair were dark gray with black piping down the sides of the legs. They hung low, were fitted through the hips, and stopped midthigh. They made him look taller than he was and enhanced his creamy skin.

Seeing Aya pull on a pair of plain black track pants over his equally unadorned black trunks, Omi pulled out the blue shorts and changed in the bathroom.

Downstairs, they walked through a sculptural garden to get to the enormous swimming pool. Green tent cabanas sheltering loungers and tables surrounded the pool, and Jacuzzis were nestled in the back corner. Aya claimed the cabana on the end by the path to the Jacuzzis, but farthest from the bar. Omi was thrilled to no end that when he ordered a lemonade, he was able to sign for it and charge it to their room. He flashed a huge smile at Aya, who only blinked back at him.

Aya pulled his lounger out so only his torso was sheltered in the cabana and pulled out a book. Omi began swimming laps, popping out every so often to drink another lemonade in the cabana, sitting on the floor near Aya. He had to make it look good for the mission, after all.

After an hour, Aya tensed slightly. Omi noticed, of course, and looked toward the gate by the towel concession. Their target had arrived.

Tsugawa Keisuke was about 25, average looking, with line of authority already present on his face. He gazed about him with comfort bred from power and walked with a slow sure grace. His koi, Tanaka Kyou, on the other hand, was spectacularly beautiful and nearly vibrating with energy. He had a broad smile on his face and seemed to greet everyone as a possible new friend.

They walked past the Weiss cabana, and Kyou exchanged broad smiles with Omi. Aya and Keisuke exchanged stares. The newcomers claimed a cabana down the length of the pool, where they could easily be seen. Within five minutes Omi and Kyou were in the pool together, swimming laps, racing, and playing splashing games. Aya and the target, meanwhile, would make eye contact, glance possessively at the boys in the pool, and smirk at each other.

On reflection it seemed to be almost too easy. Kyou and Omi became instant friends, and Aya unbent long enough to get them invited to a private dinner in the target's penthouse suite.

Aya wore black again, and Omi tried not to gape at him. He'd chosen fitted black dress slacks and a tight black silk blend sweater that Omi desperately wanted to nuzzle.

Omi shook his head at that. He couldn't let Aya know what he was thinking. So, steeling his resolve, he put on one of his Yoji-approved outfits.

Aya, of course, blinked and arched his eyebrow when Omi emerged. He looked older than he had before, which meant he looked 16 instead of 12. Omi wore a soft pair of black leather pants that cradled and caressed him so well they might have been glued to him. He'd spread a bit of shimmer across his collarbones and on his face, just to be festive. He also wore a tight long-sleeve stretch t-shirt the color of his eyes that ended an inch above his navel. The V-neck was accented by his slim leather choker.

"Are you sure you want to wear that?" Aya asked briskly.

Omi nodded. "We are a couple, Aya. I need to look like you'd find me attractive. Now, do you remember our signals?" Aya didn't answer quickly enough, so Omi began detailing them. He only stopped when Aya pulled him into the hallway.

Kyou was wearing a short golden silk robe and sitting on the floor cradling the target's legs. The older man wore only a pair of silver silk pajama pants. Omi noticed Aya's stillness and knew he wasn't the only one who felt overdressed.

Everything remained friendly over their dinner, served at a low table by the windows overlooking the sea. Aya, being the leader he was, adapted to the target's behavior. When Keisuke fed Kyou something, Aya was comfortable feeding Omi. When the other man rubbed his koi's shoulders, Aya brushed a piece of hair out of Omi's eyes and caressed his face.

Omi knew Aya was mirroring the other man, but he still found it hard to concentrate. He didn't think Aya was usually a good actor, except when he pretended he didn't have feelings, but he was very convincing. He couldn't help flushing when Aya's long fingers ran through his hair and touched his soft check, and he nuzzled happily into all of his touches. He knew it was just for the mission, but what was the harm in pretending? It wasn't like another opportunity to be affectionate with Aya would ever present itself.

By the time dinner was over, Omi was glued to Aya's side with his head on his shoulder and his folded knees on Aya's thigh. Omi was gazing at nothing in particular in Aya's lap, so he didn't see the target lecherously in his direction. He jerked a bit in surprise when strange cold fingers touched his neck and unconsciously scooted closer to Aya.

Aya's hand grabbed the target's wrist in an instant and held just firmly enough to be taken seriously. Aya spoke as the man blinked in surprise. "I don't like anyone else to touch him," he hesitated a moment before completing his thought, "so soon."

Luckily the target seemed to accept this. "I understand. You wish to see that I treat my koi well before I touch yours." He rose, pulling Kyou with him. "Of course, I would ask the same of you. My koibito is so beautiful, I must know he'll be treated well."

Aya stood and pulled Omi to his feet. This presented no small difficulty, as Omi was glued to his side. Omi came back to himself when he realized Aya's arms were around his waist and pulling him close. He didn't care what the reason was and happily put his arms around Aya's neck. This earned him a blink from the redhead, so he tried to smile his encouragement.

The other couple was moaning loudly now, their hands disappearing and reappearing around their scant clothing. Aya seemed stuck for a moment, so Omi pulled his head down for a kiss. It was chaste and sweet for a moment, before Aya suddenly plundered his mouth, holding him by the back of the neck so he couldn't break away. Omi wriggled closer, wishing he could climb Aya like a tree.

Oh no, Oh no! Omi opened his eyes as he realized he was getting too excited and Aya would notice any second. He stopped squirming but didn't stop kissing him. He didn't want to pull away because he'd never get to kiss Aya again. But how high could the humiliation level be if Aya felt his true state of arousal?

Blessedly - or not, Omi couldn't decide - Aya pulled away, rubbing Omi's back in long calming strokes. Omi was fine, Aya didn't know, and all was right with the world. Aya looked down at him, gave one of his enigmatic half-smiles, and patted his shoulder.

*

Mission complete, target eliminated, and a job well done. Omi was in the enormous marble tub, trying to remove the stubborn last few pieces of glitter. He hummed softly, absently touching himself where Aya had.

The oiled water was perfuming the air, and Omi leaned his head on the edge of the pool as he danced teasing touches down his length. Only the lightest of touches and thoughts of Aya and he was achingly hard. A small moan escaped as he finally took himself in a firm grip and stroked slowly.

A scant moment later Aya wandered nonchalantly into the bathroom. Omi jerked in surprise but stayed silent. Aya went to the counter and began brushing his hair. Omi, hoping Aya couldn't see what he was doing, continued stroking himself.

"We'll leave in the morning," Aya said. Done with his hair, he turned toward Omi and leaned on the counter.

Omi smiled. "I have to admit, I'll miss this tub."

Aya arched his brow, sending a pointed glance toward where Omi's hand was occupied beneath the water. Omi eeped as his hand clenched in an automatic fear reaction. Oh man, he was getting himself to therapy when he got home. "Have you even used the tub?" Omi asked, hoping to distract Aya.

Aya just shook his head and stepped closer. "You've been in there long enough to get ten people clean."

"You can get in if you like." Omi's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. I can get out and you can get in, his mind screamed, but his traitorous mouth wouldn't form the words.

Aya smiled slightly and knelt by the tub. "If you were anyone else I'd take that as an invitation."

Was he serious? Omi was stunned and couldn't move. One never knew with Aya. He didn't sound like he was teasing, but his tone wasn't flirtatious, either. Suddenly, Omi had an idea. He rubbed his left earlobe.

Aya blinked. "Is the bath oil making you itch?"

Omi giggled madly and shook his head. "We didn't get to use our signals on the mission. Do you remember that one?"

That sly smile was back as Aya leaned across the water, rested his hands on either side of Omi's head, and kissed him. It was brief and teasing, and Aya quickly pulled back a bit. "Was I right?"
All right, that's it, Omi thought as he threw his arms around Aya and pulled him sputtering into the tub. "You were right," Omi said as Aya came up for air. The death glare directed at him sent Omi barreling around the tub, Aya in pursuit. "Oi, Aya," Omi panted, "the water feels good, ne?"

He got no answer before he stubbed his toe on a water jet and doubled over in pain. Aya was surprised and bumped into Omi's back, taking advantage and pulling him back against him. Omi, emboldened by the situation, wiggled his hips into Aya and looked at him over his shoulder. "You look good all wet."

Aya looked like he was trying very very hard to summon his death glare, but he was failing miserably. Finally he leaned down and gently but firmly bit Omi's left earlobe.

Omi shuddered and rolled his hips against the taller man. "Oh, Aya," he moaned quietly.

Aya moaned in response, now licking behind his ear and sucking the lobe. Suddenly Aya tossed Omi out of the tub and climbed quickly after him. His sweater was sodden and hanging inches lower than it had before, rivers of water streaming to puddle on the floor.

Omi gulped at how powerful he looked and hurried to gather some of the large fluffy towels. He helped Aya off with his sweater, tossing it to the ground and pushing a towel toward Aya's face. Aya began to dry his hair and watched as Omi pulled down Aya's clinging pants and turn toward Aya, towel in hand. Kneeling on the floor, Omi was eye level with Aya's groin.

Well hello, Omi thought, grinning internally. Aya looked just as he should - lean but muscular, smooth creamy skin, and flaming red at the top. Omi gently ran his finger from base to tip and gloried at the long shudder that wracked Aya's body.

Aya tossed the towel away and pressed Omi to his back with his body. Frantically they kissed, nibbled, bit, and suckled everything within reach, moaning and panting as they rubbed their bodies together. Omi arched his hips into Aya, who had to put his forehead against the cool tile to keep it together.

"Omi," he moaned, grasping and digging his fingers into the slight shoulders beneath him.

Flat on the painful tiles, Omi thrust his hips up again and again, their pre-cum slicking them as they rubbed together.

"Aya," he thrust.

"Nn." Thrust.

"Bed." Thrust.

"Nn," and Aya pulled him by his hair, surprisingly gently.

They fell to the bed, pillows flying to the floor as Aya kissed him. Aya would consume him, and then shift and kiss him gently and delicately, as if he were fragile.

Omi looked into Aya's eyes and smiled shyly. Fragile, right. Although it was sweet, he knew the gentle kisses weren't going to get him where he wanted to go. He threw his legs around Aya's waist and ground into him.

Aya blinked a few times before he was able to speak. "Omi, are you sure?"

"Aya, please," he panted. "You, so long, please, want.."

The redhead smiled with satisfaction at Omi's obvious distraction. "Stay here," he said, nipping the end of Omi's nose playfully and running into the bathroom.

When he came out, Omi was in the center of the bed, his legs still angled toward the bathroom. His back was arched and his eyes squeezed shut. The low light from outside made him all golden shadows as his right hand firmly yet slowly pumped his erection and his left hand played with his nipples.

Aya's cock throbbed in reaction. Omi was too beautiful to interrupt. He shook his head ruefully. Well, almost too beautiful. Putting the bottle of hand lotion on the bedside table, he quickly drew Omi's hand away and replaced it with his mouth.

Omi nearly folded in half with surprise and elation. That mouth! Aya took him in to the base and was moaning. Omi felt it everywhere! He flopped back on the mattress and grabbed handfuls of Aya's silky hair. "Oh Aya," he said, writhing further into his mouth.

On his knees, Aya was playing a game to see how many different sounds he could bring from Omi's mouth. He didn't have a lot of experience, but more than Omi and he was going to use every last bit. Whenever Omi made a good sound Aya would ruthlessly revisit the same area. His tongue teased, curled, licked and fondled in time with his hands, which were cupping Omi's balls. Omi was very close, but Aya stopped him so he could take his balls in his mouth and trail gently behind them with his fingertips. Teasingly, he ran his fingers back to Omi's tight entrance, earning him a hiccup of surprise from the smaller boy.

He decided to end Omi's torment for the time being and took him back into his mouth. Six bobs later and Omi exploded in his mouth, calling his name and coming to rest with great shuddering breaths.

Aya lay back among the surviving pillows and pulled Omi with him, stroking his sweat-soaked hair. Omi nuzzled into his neck, his hand rubbing up and down his chest in continually longer sweeps.

It took ten sweeps before Omi's hand bumped evidence of his effect on Aya. He blinked for a moment before realizing he'd selfishly allowed Aya to please him but had done nothing in return. At the moment he was very interested in doing something.

He grabbed Aya's purple-tipped cock firmly, tugged it gently, and met Aya's gaze. "We should do something about this, ne?"
Aya grunted and stilled Omi's hand. "We can wait, Omi. I don't want to rush you."

"I want to."

"But aren't you a v…"

Omi nodded and kissed Aya to shut him up. "I trust you not to hurt me any more than necessary. And I want to. Really really want to. With you, Aya," he finished quietly.

Aya swallowed over the sudden lump in his throat and nodded. "Lie down."

Omi obeyed, holding his arms up in invitation. Aya began worshipping him with his lips. Omi nearly cried at the escalating sensations and feelings Aya summoned with each reverent touch.

Finally the familiar spiral reappeared. Moaning, growling, touching, tasting, Omi lost himself in the wonder of it. Only when Aya's slick finger entered him did he come to his senses. He looked down at Aya, whose gaze held pure reassurance. Aya's mouth on his urgently weeping cock was enough to make him forget the finger, and Aya was able to add a second without even a murmur from Omi. He thrust, spread and scissored his fingers, and was rewarded by Omi's gently rolling hips.

Only when Omi was panting and thrusting back onto Aya's fingers did he add his third finger. Omi squirmed for a moment, lay still, and then began working himself deeply down onto Aya's fingers.

"Oh please, please Aya. Want you," Omi grunted, rolling his hope. "Want you inside me now."
Aya nodded and coated himself with a thick coating of lotion. Omi gazed dreamily up at him. Aya leaned down to consume him with kisses and worked Omi with his hand as he gently worked the head of his cock in. with the first pop of muscle signaling Omi's acceptance of him, he stilled his hips and tried to kiss Omi senseless. Omi groaned, in pain or pleasure Aya wasn't sure, and the overwhelming pressure and heat nearly did Aya in then and there.

Only when Omi's body quieted did Aya press in, a gentle slow slide through excruciating velvety texture and tight heat. After what felt like hours he was fully seated, and he waited for any signal from Omi that he was ready.

Omi's hips tipped once, twice, three times and he whimpered in frustration. "Aya, take me," he whined, linking his ankles behind Aya and pulling their hips together. They both instantly lost their breath and Aya pounded into Omi twice in reaction.

"Omi saw stars and howled, scraping his nails down Aya's back and biting his shoulder. "Do that again!" he demanded.

Aya didn't feel like disobeying a direct order when he agreed with it, so he pulled back and thrust back in. He ground his hips into Omi's and growled in satisfaction at the sensations.

"Please, Aya. Fuck me."

That was it. Aya broke Omi's leg lock on his hips and put his legs over his arms so he could get closer. He set a pounding rhythm, his balls slapping loudly against Omi's smooth skin. Back and forth, in and out, Omi breathlessly panting beneath him. Every time Aya hit his prostate his eyes would blink open and he'd groan Aya's name.

"Nn, so good," Omi gasped as Aya pounded him toward the headboard.

Aya put his arms above Omi's shoulders to keep him from bumping his head. Their bodies glistened with sweat and slid easily against one another as Aya continued his blistering pace.

"Harder," Omi panted. "Harder, harder. Fuck me, yes!"

Omi rolled up so his legs were over Aya's shoulders and met Aya's scorching rhythm. Panting, Aya grabbed Omi's cock in his hands and stroked it in time.

Omi didn't know what to do - arch his back into the thrusts or forward into the hand. Finally he let his body decide and bounced in both directions in response to Aya's movements.

Finally Omi could take no more. Crying Aya's name he came, exploding all over his chest and stomach.

Aya hadn't thought it was possible for Omi to get any tighter, but his muscles clenched hard when he came and Aya was done for. He managed three more deep thrusts before he came screaming his lover's name.

They collapsed into a ragged heap in the middle of the bed, still connected. After gathering his breath for a few moments, Aya pulled gently out and wrapped Omi in his arms.

Omi surrendered to the afterglow. He decided it wasn't the right time to tell Aya he loved him, but it was really the aftershocks from all that pleasure that kept him quiet.

Omi had started to doze when Aya broke the silence. "This is very uncomfortable," Aya stated, and was surprised at the hurt in Omi's big blue eyes. "I meant the position. I'm stuck to the blanket and my arm's falling asleep."

Omi smiled tremulously. "I thought you meant being here with me."
Aya shook his head. "You make it very easy to be around you." He stopped in thought for a moment before continuing. "You know, for my first time I found a slightly older man to show me things."
Omi flushed and looked down. "Do you think that's what this is?" Receiving no answer, he looked up at Aya, whose expression was especially inscrutable.

"I wouldn't think badly of you if it was."
Fervently shaking his head, Omi shushed Aya with his hand. "I hadn't planned to use you to love my virginity, Aya. I wanted you. I want you. I always have." He tried to express his seriousness with his eyes. "It's always been you, Aya," he said quietly.

"Why me?" Aya whispered.

"Why not you, Aya?" Omi said sharply. "There is nothing wrong with you. We're all broken in one way or another. Not just Weiss, but everybody. I think the trick is finding someone whose dysfunctions complement your own. You, even when you treat me like a kid, treat me like I matter as much as anyone. I know that how you act if part of who you are, but it's not all of who you are. I know you. I watch you. I see you."

"I noticed," Aya said wryly. "You all think I don't notice, but I just don't say that I do."

"Then do me a favor and don't say what I think you're gonna say. We're killers with bloody hands and we don't deserve to be happy? Look. We don't know what'll happen in five minutes, or five days, or even in five years. I don't think anyone knows - I mean they think they do, but life has a way of interfering with long-term plans. The only difference is we're aware of the unpredictability of it. And just think - you don't have to lie about what you do to me."

"So all I'm saying is why don't we try to be happy and enjoy ourselves right now and not worry about the future? We don't know what will happen, so we should just let them happen and take our happiness despite all of that."

Aya allowed himself a small smile. "You're pretty smart, for a kid."

Omi slapped Aya low on his stomach, earning him a grunt in response. "Oi, Aya, did I hit your…?"

"Go to sleep, Omi."