Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Koko No Kite ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Untouchable
A Weiss Kreuz slash story
One-Shot
Chapter Two: Koko No Kite
By: Echan2
Warnings: ... =^__^=
Pairings: Omi/Aya ...maybe one more person...
Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is property of Takehito Koyasu... DAMN, he's HOT!!! I really, REALLY want him for myself. Oh, yeah, let me pronounce my undying affection for him... I'm kidding! Anyway, that first chappie was long. Lengthy. Wow. So will this one. Omi and Aya finally do their thang. Light yaoi-alert, ladies and gentlemen. Ack! Why am I writing like this?!! I need to be more serious: Omi and Aya do something nasty. There; that's better. Austin Powers style, baby. *blushes and coyly places a finger on her lip* Randy... *laughs* Kidding!!! Nah, but, take this serious, minna-san. Omi needs some lovin'... and so does Aya. @__@ Soon, he shall. What a screwy world... review nicely!
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Youji's tall, lanky, cat-like body filled the doorway as he opened the door, his gleaming blonde hair shinning in the light, cigarette dangling from his plump lips. He wore a shimmery, forest green tank-top, the bottom showing his toned stomach muscles. His legs were encased in tight, low hip-hugging black leather pants with a studded belt and he wore no shoes. Only barefeet. But that still didn't make him more hot-looking than he already was. His emerald eyes twinkled behind his classic sunglasses. "Well, Chibi-Omi, dare to tell the Great Kudo what's troubling you?," he drawled, walking gracefully in the room. Omi gulped and turned away. "N-nandemonai!!! Arigatou though for asking about it!," he squeaked. Youji paused and gave a laugh like a bark. "You're a bad liar, Omi-chan. You and Aya both," he stated, a predatory gleam in his cat eyes. Omi quickly looked over at his co-worker and his face drained. "Nani? What are you talking about?" Youji sighed and sat beside the young Weiss member and looked at him straight in the eye. "I know when someone had just finished or didn't finish a large make-out session. I'm that good, okay? You were upstairs... Aya came downstairs... his lips were a curious color of red and he seemed a bit winded. Plus, his hair in the back was messy. Aya's never messy," he counted off, watching Omi's face go from sickly white, to bright tomato red. "Ne~eee, anata no kao wa akai desu," the Balinese teased, poking at Omi's side.


The teen giggled some and pushed his hand away, eyes gleaming. "So? So what...? I like Aya. I have for a long, long time," he whispered, gazing down in his lap, feeling tension build up in his back. Youji sighed and leaned back on his hand, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He stopped and saw the look on the young boy's face. "Oh! Gomen, Omittchi! I forgot you don't like smoke," the man said hurriedly and stood to toss it out the window. The cool breeze of the Tokyo night wafted in, cooling Omi's face. He got up and walked to Youji's side, taking in the bright lights that were in front of them. "I don't get it," he said softly, letting the breeze toss his bangs. "Why does destiny do this to us? Why is the person I love most is the one who doesn't love the world back?"


"Then why did he kiss you?"


Silence stretched between the two friends until Youji took his arm and circled it around Omi's shoulders, hugging them. "Ne, Omittchi, dare ni mo sadame wa kaerarenai. You either go with it, or not. Aya won't mind. However, it's what matters inside your heart, okay? No one can stop you. I wouldn't really know because I haven't found that special someone just yet, but many times I felt as though the person I'm with could possibly be 'the One', but there's always a flaw that I don't rightly agree on. I am, however, on the prowl for a certain someone," Youji winked, looking smug. He patted Omi on the head and was about to walk off when Omi gave out a cry of exclamation. "Matte yo! You- you don't mind me being---" Youji once more laughed and tossed back his golden head. "I've known all along!"


"HIRETSUKAN!"
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It was now 10:57 and Omi was clacking away at the computer, scanning over previous mission flies Kreuz did together to find out something about Enijii Mastumoto. The location of the next Mastumoto party was tomorrow might and that would be the last of destroying their next objective- a type of drug was going to passed around during the party that was a mix between ice, speed, and something else Omi was unaware of and he never heard of it. Something called Rush... he didn't like the sound of it. Frowning more deeply, Omi started pressing buttons and hacking his little way into a Mastumoto connection of the creators of the drug. Though dead, the corporation still reigned on without their leader, but adopted a new figure head called Kiyoshi Fujitake. Caught up in his research, Omi didn't hear the door open not did he acknowledge the presence of another body in his dark room. A cup of hot cocoa was placed on his desk. Blinking rapidly, the boy lifted his head and saw Aya standing there, reading over his shoulder. "A-aya-kun! Sumimasen!!!," he cried out, jerking back. The stoic leader shrugged his shoulders slightly and continued to scan through the information upon the blazing, blue screen. "Manx told you to do this?," he murmured. Omi nodded, reaching for the cup. "Arigatou for the drink... shouldn't you be in bed for the mission tomorrow?," he inquired, trying to make the man leave so he could be in peace... and away from his affection. Aya stood up straighter and eyed the young member of Weiss.


"Daijoubu? You're still jumpy this evening." Omi choked on his drink and glared at his comrade. "So? What's it matter to you anyway? About the mission tomorrow, Manx assigned to me to be the dancer again. I have to get Fujitake to myself and I'm going to implant a needle into his neck with a special serum to tell me about Rush. He'll give me the information and then, you guys can come in for the kill. Smooth and simple," Omi stated, scooting back to his work area, clacking away again. He could feel the heavy gaze of Aya's eyes upon the back of his neck and it was driving him insane. The little hairs prickled up and goosebumps crawled over his skin. 'Onegai, Kami-sama... make him leave. Sare, sare, sare!,' he prayed to any gods above him. He heard the door click, assuming that Aya left. Breathing a great sigh of relief, Omi sat up straighter and stared to concentrate more on his objective.


Suddenly, something soft traced the hair line on his neck and Omi froze, hands paused in mid-type. It was fingertips... the fingers traveled to under Omi's jawline and started scratching him there, leisurely. Omi moaned to himself, allowing his eyes to close in rapture. If someone touched him there, Omi was no more and gone. It was a easy distraction and his responded like a cat, purring lightly. A warm breath tickled his left ear, filling it with hot air. "You can tell me to stop, if you wish," came a deep, rumbling voice. A soft groan escaped Omi's lips, hands clutching his armrests. His own libido was racing and his barriers were crashing fast. "Iie... keep going." He could swear that the voice grinned and soon, the warm breath was replaced by something wet tracing his outer shell of his ear, lightly nibbling the tender flesh and sucking it. Omi gasped, eyes still closed and pushing back hard into his chair. Two pairs of hands covered his front, crawling under his bed shirt and splaying across his tiny, but firm stomach. One hand found its way up to his chest and started playing with a nipple, twisting it gently, then a bit rougher, caressing it with feathery touches. The boy arched some, his breathing growing heavier as the other hand inched closer to the waistband of his pajama pants. "May I go on?," came the fluttery voice, now low with lust. The young Weiss member gave the tinniest of nods and soon, he was arching towards the ceiling. Omi was caught in a fiery whirlwind as pressure was put upon his now growing need. He gasped loudly and moaned at the same time, the hand working its wonderful magic. It rubbed against Omi, the friction of his pant material driving him crazy. Sweat was now appearing on Omi's brow, as he flushed red. The hand playing on his chest wormed its way down south into his pants and captured his erection, pumping it slowly like a small fire, licking its way through the young teen's groin. It sprung fully to life and the slow, agonizing pumping continued. Omi was twisting around in his computer chair, making mewling noises as a pair of lips caught his, thrusting in a slick, wet tonuge, tangling it with his own. Omi was lost, caught between a kiss and a awesome hand-job. A thumb pressed against the tip of Omi's cock, making a jolt spring throughout his entire body. He felt the wet smear of pre-cum being coated in the slit and soon, Omi was about to be thrown from his chair when the voice spoke up like a light in the dark.


"This would be a lot easier from the front, Omittchi," came the soft, rumbling voice.


"H-hai..."


"Keep your eyes closed, though."


He did as he was told and felt the chair being turned around. Omi thought to himself how embarrassing this was. A young boy clinging to life in his chair with a brightly flushed face, sweat on his cheeks, hair mussed and in his closed eyes, shirt rumbled, showing the slightest of light bronze flesh, and his member hanging out from his pants, head to the night air. Oh, yeah, embarrassing-


but not to his guest.


Omi squeezed his tightly now as he felt the presence of warm air upon the sensitive head of his erection and he pleaded to himself, 'Onegai, don't make him do what I think he's about- AAAHHH!' A mouth engulfed itself upon Omi and started licking and sucking its way up and down on the burning shaft. Omi literally jumped in his seat and let out one of the longest and hottest moan imaginable to humankind. The same hands pushed up his shirt, toying with both nipples as the talented mouth worked its way around the shaft, burying it deep in its throat. Omi was near to tears now, talking incoherent words and tumbling groans and small noises. This was wonderful, it was hurting him. But he HAD to look... to see who the mysterious person was. He had too. Trained well, Omi opened up one eye slowly and all he saw was ruby red. Closing that eye, happiness swelled in Omi's chest. It was too good to be true...


Knock, knock!


"Omi-chan! Get off that computer and get in the bed. Now!," came the gentle scolding of Ken's voice from the other side of the door. Omi's dream crashed around him. The person before him cursed silently around Omi's cock and withdrew it, lapping at the head for a bit before standing up and placing a heavy kiss on Omi's lips. "We'll have to continue this tomorrow evening, Omi-san. Sleep well. Oyasumi-nasai," the man said against Omi's lips and the next thing Omi knew, he was gone. Slowly opening his eyes, the boy looked around his room to see the computer still on, but as he looked down, he realized that he still had a hard-on from Hell. Groaning, the messy-looking boy looked up at the ceiling in defeat and felt his own hand travel towards his erection, gathering it in his hand and soon, he was finishing his visitor's unfinished business. Imagining those dangerous lips around him made Omi feel as though he was on fire again and he picked up the pace, squeezing it and stroking it. "Mou, I need to bed in the bed... but I don't care... I need release and dammit, I'm getting it," he growled, his pleasure heightening now as the thought of Aya flashed through his mind, naked before him and watching him with that hunter-look in his dark amethyst eyes, licking his lips hungrily. A muffled shout came from behind his hand as white, hot liquid spurted into the dark night, covering his hand and stomach. Breathing heavily, the chibi slipped out of his chair onto the floor, raising his hand to his face. It was coated with his silvery semen. Curious, Omi brought it to his mouth and licked it. 'Hm, salty and sorta bitter... but good.' He licked his hand cleaned and the door knocked once more.


"Omittchi, you asleep?"


"Ano... Iie!"


It was Youji!!! Oh, no! Omi was panicking, standing up fastly and prancing around the dark bedroom, trying to find a way to clean himself and get into the bed. He stubbed his toe on the wall, crying out in pain. "Omi-chan, daijoubu?!" The door opened with a bang and there was Youji, shirtless and still in his pants. His eyes widened at the sight of Omi sprawled on the floor, eyes wide, face red and sweaty, lips cherry-red, and a limp erection hanging from the front of his pajama pants, clutching at his foot. His gaze trailed over the white liquid that was in the computer chair and the green gaze settled back to Omi, who laid there stiff as a board, in shock. "Ano... I can explain..." Youji leaned against the doorframe. "Honto?" Omi was on the brink of tears. Sighing, he tucked himself back in, and sat up, crawling for his bed. "I'm a baka, I know it... I was just... ano..." He caught hold of his bed and pulled himself up, burying his face in his pillow. Soon, a body sat next to him, a hand on his back. "Omi-chan, daijoubu dayo. All guys do it; it's nothing to be ashamed of!" Omi sniffled. "Well, for me it is. Aya worked me up." Youji blinked in surprise, though not withdrawing his hand. "Aya did this to you? Wow..." The teen wailed softly and pressed his face deeper into his pillow. "Mou, why does this have to happen to me?!! What did I do wrong!!!" Youji laughed softly and picked up their chibi, holding him, cleaning him of his earlier actions with a spare towel that was on the floor. "Come on, come on. Everything will be just fine... do you want me to talk to Aya for you?," he asked softly, his eyes gentle and a warm smile on his face. Omi wiped away his tears, hiccuping. "Iie. I'll do it." The blonde stared at him. "You sure? I don't want something bad happening to you and then I regret it. Aya too, mind you."


Silence came between them until Omi stifled a yawn. "We best get to bed. Tomorrow night isn't going to be easy, ne, Youji-kun?"


"Indeed. Feel better though?"


Omi nodded and hugged his friend tightly, smiling. "Arigatou, Youji-kun. You helped me out a bunch."


"Glad to be of service, Omittchi." The boy yawned larger and laid down in his bed, feeling Youji cover him up with his sheets. Closing his eyes, Omi felt a gentle hand brush through his hair with tenderness. It felt nice and soon, it lulled the boy to a deep sleep, a faint smile on his face. Youji bent down and kissed Omi lightly against the lips.


"Oyasumi-nasai, Omittchi....," he said remorsefully, quietly. He stood and exited the room, closing the door behind him softly.















Oooohhh, is Youji hitting on Omi?!?!! Will Omi ever talk to Aya? Will I ever write a good hentai scene worth of ya'lls taste? I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA! *smiles sweetly* I still lurve you guys though. I'm probably just going to let Aya and Omi be together. Comments? Questions? Suggestions? A love triangle possibly? Maybe... let me think about it for awhile. Review nicely!
-Echan2 ^_~