Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Hitorijime ( Chapter 3 )

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

Untouchable
A Weiss Kreuz slash story
One-Shot
Chapter Three: Hitorijime
By: Echan2
Warnings: ... =^__^=
Pairings: Omi/Aya Omi/Youji?!?!!
Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" belongs to Takehito Koyasu-sama, not I, so don't sue me, okay? Alrighty, then, there is some MAJOR yaoi-teasing in this here chapter and I'm damn proud of it. Thank you Amy Lee for her beautiful music!!! I will eventually stalk her down and demand she tells me her secret of her singing. *sarcastic* Like there is one... ^^ But anyway, yes, very, very, bad teasing- I mean that in the good way- and Omi is getting not only confused but frustrated. I do this to him because I lurve my Omittchi. :):):):) Oh, yeah, I'm part of the play "Oklahoma" so, practicing is essential for me and I have to be there, so updating this and "My Immortal" will be awhile. I still love you guys! Keep reviewing and help me stay on my toes- and my injured foot! Ja!
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"Dammit, keep your eyes open, Siberian!," barked Aya from the left side of the stage in his earphone system, seeing the soccer player flirt with a pretty light-haired brunette. Ken jumped at the order and started apologizing to the girl. The soft chuckle of Youji filtered into the system. "Not so harsh, oh mighty leader," he teased. Aya snorted and kept his gaze on a certain Bombay, who was dancing in the bustling crowd rather exotically. He was dressed to be a dancer- Manx got him the outfit. It was a tight-fitting midnight blue turtleneck with mid-elbow sleeves and the pants- oh, Kami-sama, the pants! They were a smoky black that were made of plastic material, so it showed almost everything to the imagination. He wore chunk boots with many silver buckles, and there were some around his thighs. On his hands were black glovers with the fingers cut, his nails a flashy silver. Many silver bangles and a single bracelet of black balls adorned his right wrist. On his neck, he wore a heavy, white-gold Gothic cross. His hair was streaked with blue, silver, and black. Around the trademark large, dark blue eyes was black eyeliner with blue tips curving up like cat eyes. He did rather much look like a Bombay kitten. Aya felt his heart pound against his ribcage. By the Gods, Omi was beautiful out there, mingling his body against many others, lost in a drunken sea of untainted wants, heavy music, and hands.


"You staring hard enough, Abyssinian. You'll burn holes into him and the mission will be a failure," came the voice of Youji in his ear. Aya growled lowly in his throat and swiftly turned to throw a icy glare at the tall assassin. Balinese simply winked at him and grinned like a wolf. The room seemed to vibrate now with a new track from the DJ, a mix of hard metal and garage, the guitars and synthesizers pounding into Aya's head. Usually, music such as this did not entertain him- classical did- but tonight, it made his blood pulse faster and his heart was beating twice as normally. That was because his new fascination was out there in that crowd, maybe thinking of him and what happened last night in his bedroom. Smirking lightly, so lightly, to himself, Aya then took notice of a man coming up behind Omi and lowered his head to his ear, whispering to him. "That's him," cackled the voice of Siberian. "Fujitake?," asked Balinese. "Hai," Aybssinian answered sharply and the eyes of the three assassins were upon the couple that laid before them. It was all coming together- Omi most definitely got Fujitake's attention and they were making their way upstairs were the restricted section was. "Follow the bodyguards," Abyssinian told the other two and swiftly, blending with the bodies, the leader of Weiss stalked after his Bombay and a lunatic.
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Thump, thump, thump...

Clank!

Zzzzziiiippp!

Soon, three bodyguards laid on the floor, crimson blood covering the tiled floor and walls in a delicious red color, gleaming in the dim light of the hallway. Ken pushed back his brown locks from his equal colored eyes and looked up at Youji, who was cleaning his wire. "Who knew they wouldn't put up much of a fight?," he inquired. The tall blonde frowned. "I know. That's the problem though- usually bad guys DON'T give up. Where the fuck is Aya?," he nearly shouted, green eyes flashing dangerously. Ken shook his claws of any lingering blood and heard in the distance, a faint, but strong, "Shiine!", and soon, silence was laced out between the other two Weiss boys and the room where Omi was taken into. Ken and Youji looked at each other and raced towards the room. The scent of blood was everywhere in the semi-dark room. It had been painted a dark wine color with a large, queen-sized bed in the middle with black satin sheets and thick, garnet posters hanging from the bed posts. Fujitake laid on the floor, slashed all to Hell, his blood covering his face, shinny and disgusting. It looked like he was about to strip, but Aya had caught him just in time. Omi sat on the edge of the bed, calmly gathering shipment papers on Rush and scientific reactions and progress it had made in a folder, labeled "Kritker"- "Persia".


Nothing on him looked like it was messed with. Twinkling eyes greeted the other two team mates. "Konbawa, guys. Mission accomplished; we can go home." Youji grinned and walked to Omi, clapping him on the shoulder. "Nice work, you two. However, 'I' wished to stay and party my ass off. Ne, Kenken, wanna join me?," he asked, watching Aya out of the corner of his eye. The silent red-head was wiping his blood off his precious katana on Fujitake's shirt, eyes cast down on the wooden floor. "You may stay, but come home at one, okay? Manx is going to come by in the late afternoon for the information." Youji blinked and Ken simply gaped at their leader. Aya was being nice! "Okay, then... c'mon, Kenken!," the blonde said cheerily and the two walked off, remembering to unwire the cameras and to go back later into the camera room and take the tapes that recorded their killings. Omi sighed and stood up, leaning down towards Fujitake's body and took out the needle sticking out from his neck. "Successful once more," he murmured to himself and stood up straight, seeing Aya watching him. "Nani? Is there something on my face?" The scarlet-haired Abyssinian shook his pale face and strode to the door, katana pulled up on his shoulder. Omi frowned and spoke loudly, "Something's up. What's wrong with you?" The assassin was silent, but he stopped. "Nandemonai."


Omi rolled his eyes. "Come on... let's go enjoy ourselves with Ken-kun and Youji-kun," he offered lightly and walked past Aya. A hand shot out and grabbed his arm, pulling his back against Aya's sturdy chest. Omi caught his breath and felt his heart beating wildly in his ears. What was their leader doing? Aya's lips grazed the point of Omi's ear, catching it in his teeth. "We can always go back home. We have to finish our little playtime..." A great blush swept Omi from his neck up at the memory of last night. "H-honto ni?," he whimpered as he felt a teasing swipe on his ear. "Hai, Omittchi." A wandering hand floated across his already hardening erection making the young teen squirm with faint delight. Maybe... "Not here!," Omi hissed through his clenched teeth.


"Hm... sou ka...? Then, where do you wish to go instead?," murmured Aya huskily, letting his hands roam over his partners lithe body. Moaning, Omi pressed back against Aya more, feeling the proof poking at the small of his back that the scarlet-haired man wanted to continue their playtime more. "Home," came the raspy reply, almost pleadingly. He felt Aya's head nod and soon, he was being dragged out of the killing room towards the exit into the dance hall. Aya was being very quick and swift. Omi simply allowed his leader to drag him through the pulsing crowd of people to the outside of the club, where cool wind pressed against Omi's hot cheeks. This was wrong on so may levels, but he really didn't care. Not tonight anyway... Aya suddenly stopped. Omi could hear his earphone set off static and a pissed-off Manx on the end, talking to Aya sternly. He was arguing back, but was defeated. He turned off the ear set and turned to the wide-eyed Omi. "I'm afraid I have to go to headquarters and talk with Birman and Manx real quick. Stay here until I get back," he said lowly. Omi nodded, a bit disappointed, but hid it well. "Hai. Be safe." Aya squeezed his hand and left, stalking to his Porche. Omi sighed and decided to go back inside, feeling like he was already a slave to the pumping, hard music that was pulsing through the walls and ground. He walked in, welcoming the dimmed lights and erotic smells, minus the smoke. He saw Youji dancing with a beautiful woman with dark blue hair and a extremely curvy body. Omi sat down at the bar and watched him dance, entranced. Youji moved like water, fluidly and mysterious. His tall, lean body was pressed against the woman's invitingly, hands wandering. Omi then felt a slight jolt in his lower regions at the thought of the recent hands that were on him.


'Aya,' he though rather hungrily, and then shook his head. He leaned back and shouted for the barman. "What can I get you?," he asked, hazel eyes taking in Omi and his attire. "Bourbon and branch water to start off. Then, four screw drivers, and then straight up Smirnoff," came Omi's reply. "Damn, boy! Are you sure you can handle all of that?," the man asked, pushing back his inky, jet-black hair. "Give me some peanuts too and then we'll talk." The barman walked off and Omi went back to looking at Youji. His mouth dropped. Youji was dancing with a guy now! No way, not in a million YEARS! He was rather cute with shoulder-length, deep, flurid purple hair and almond-shaped eyes that were ruby. He was a couple of inches shorter than Youji and both men were dancing- more like having dry sex on the dance floor- and rubbing against each other sensually. Omi felt the familiar jolt again and realized he needed someone- anyone- to touch him again. Even though the last mission, he vowed to never allow anyone to touch him, the urge was great now. Leaping from the barstool, Omi made his way into the crowd, swaying his hips slightly, and just letting himself get lost within the music, eyes closed. It was so nice and warm like a glove, he didn't notice that a body was pressed behind him slightly, long, tapered fingers roaming his arms. Soon, a old song filtered though the PA system, trumpets blowing and deep base mingling with them. Omi knew immediately what song this was because it was by one of his favorite singers:


"aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni
arugamama de ii yo motto fukaku
kuruoshii kurai ni nareta kuchibiru ga tokeau hodo ni
boku wa...kimi no...Vanilla

Is it okay to love, too? In the shaking night
It's good as it is More Deeper
As those almost maddening lips I've gotten used to melt together
I am...Your...Vanilla"


This was pure torture. Gackt Camui's voice flowed like thick honey and pure ecstasy through Omi's veins and the hands began to search over his body, touching here and there. A hand slid under his shirt and started caressing his taunt stomach, causing the boy to gasp aloud and bend his head back on the person's shoulder, allowing the wandering hand to please him. A husky voice greeted his ear, "Long night, ne?" Omi groaned as the sleek fingers found his nipples and started toying with them, pinching and tugging gently. "You have no fucking idea," he moaned lowly in his throat, feeling the swoop of arousal tightening his erection through his plastic pants. A wet, slick tongue slid over his earlobe and drew lips under his ear, sucking at the tender flesh, making Omi arch. Feathery touches upon his arousal sent shock waves up and down his spine, making mewling sounds escape his dry lips. This was all too much...


"aishite mo ii kai? yureru yoru ni
arugamama de ii yo motto hayaku
kurushii kurai ni nureta kuchibiru ga kotoba nante mou
kimi to boku not Burning love


Is it okay to love, too? In the shaking night
It's good as it is More Faster
The almost painful lips I've gotten used to are just words
You and I are not Burning love"


He was twirled around to meet the fiery, lustful gaze of Youji. Omi yelped and shrunk away from the tall member of Weiss. "Youji-kun!!! What- how- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!," he shrieked, equally embarrassed and ashamed of himself, not to mention the fact that he let the sexiest man alive touch him when Omi was about to give himself to Aya in the next hour or so! "Getting a freebie before our beloved leader does, Omittchi. And I might add that those noises you make are simply divine to my ears," Youji growled, a low rumble in his chest. His dark, glimmering emerald eyes were feral like his dangerous smile as he looked Omi up and down from behind his trademark sunglasses. The young boy held himself, frowning deeply. "Don't say things like that. This isn't right," he shouted over the noise and music. "And letting Aya touch and do things to you aren't?," answered the assassin, a knowing grin playing along his features. Omi bit his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowed. Youji approached Omi, bending down so that what he said reached his ears. "Besides, if Aya is like anything 'I' think he is... seeing you and me like this will not only send him up the wall, but also will allow me to watch you two later on tonight," Youji purred, making the pulse in Omi's growing erection throb. That DID sound like a good idea... possibly too good...


"Iie! I don't want to start any problems. Onegai, Youji-kun... don't come near me," Omi stated weakly, walking backwards away from Balinese, their eyes still locked together until the teenager had to break the contact. He raced for the exit doors and flung himself out, greeting the night air and also the fact there was no one outside. Omi sat on his haunches and willed himself to make his erection to go away before Aya came back.


Suddenly, he was thrown back on the pavement. "ITAI!," he cried out, holding his head. He felt someone moderately light upon his hips, straddling them. Snapping his blue eyes open, he saw Youji before him, breathing rather hard. "Kuso. Omi-chan, you need to stop hiding your feelings and such. It's really not that quite healthy for you. Now, stop being so pent-up and talk to me," Youji demanded, tendrils of blonde covering his sleek face. Omi was flustered now and Youji's thigh was riding along his cock deliciously and it was making him hard to speak. Apparently, Balinese hadn't the slightest clue what was wrong with Omi. "Daijoubu des ka? You seem pained...


ooohhh..."


With a Cheshire grin, Youji made another slight move against Omi, making a slight mewl from the poor, pinned boy. His head was tossed to the side, biting his lips harshly, trying to contain himself. "Y-youji-kun, onegai... yamero," he whimpered, feeling his eyes swell up with unshed tears that were on the brink of falling. He was pulled up to his feet so fastly, Omi didn't have the vaguest idea what the exotic man before him was about to do. Warm hand tilted his head up and lips were crushed down on his own, teeth nibbling upon his own, demanding gently of entrance. Omi willingly opened his mouth a bit, just so that Youji would leave him alone after this. Hopefully. Maybe. Omi felt his fellow team mate's tongue wrestle with his own, teasingly and wet. However, it made the chibi enjoy the searing kiss and he closed his eyes, leaning to Youji more, grasping his crop-top and brushed his groin over the older man's, not meaning to, really...


Intentionally, Omi didn't really want this.


It was so wrong. And dangerous.


Things weren't making sense... 'Matte, why can't I breathe? Air... air!!! I can't feel anything either!,' screamed his mind, making his body jostle and jerk.


Omi was abruptly moving away from Youji, gasping for breath and hyperventilating. He clawed the air, trying to grab hold of something, until his own feet tripped him over into someone's arms. Howling, tears streaking down his face and drawing in harsh breaths, the boy could barely hear the booming voice above him, soothing him the best the voice could.


"Omi-san, listen. Listen for my voice... come on, listen at me, onegai?! Don't make me lose you. Not like this..."














Ooooookkkkaaayyyy... awkard... maybe. A little. But still good. I thought of this as a one-shot but now it won't be. Damn, I must be good or something... But, what did ya'll think about Youji and his part? Too much? Poor, poor, Omittchi. I pity him. Really. I love the little neko a lot, but he and Aya are THE true pairing in this story. ^___^ Questions? Comments? Ideas? NO FLAMES! Review nicely!
- Echan2 ^_~