Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Hitotsu Dake ( Chapter 4 )

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

Untouchable
A Weiss Kreuz slash story
One-Shot
Chapter Four: Hitotsu Dake
By: Echan2
Warnings: ... Be happy, oh, please be happy!
Pairings: Omi/Aya
Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" belongs to Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. You don't flame me and we shall get along fine. ^^ Sorry for the long delay. Writing two stories is VERY hard AND doing a play, minna-san. Well, here's the final chapter of this series and I'm going to dedicate the rest of my time to finishing "My Immortal". Pray for me, ya'll!!! Please review, minna-san. Arigatou!
**Oh yeah... Tatakori's dead- period. ^^ Schwarz had no play in here. This is the time frame after the notorious team is destroyed. I guess... Aya is so OOC in this ficcy, but you still see some of his personality traits from before Schwarz. ON WARD WITH THE STORY!**
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The air around him was cool and scented lowly with vanilla, his favorite smell. Stirring lightly, Omi opened his eyes slowly, blinking carefully, trying to study his surroundings in the dark. Pin points of light were around the bookshelves and coffee table. 'Someone must've lighted the candles,' the thought dimly. Omi was in the living room on the couch, a lightweight blanket covering him, his dancing outfit gone and replaced with his soft pajama pants and T-shirt. It was rather dark, but still a bit easy to see everything. He dared not sit up, already feeling his head reel. Groaning to himself, he tried speaking, but found his throat dry and scratchy-feeling. He could hear low voices talking from the kitchen and tried to listen in, finding Ken's voice, then Youji's, and lastly, very hard to understand, but straining, Omi realized it was Aya.

"... and he just fainted like that? I dunno..."

"It was like he didn't want anyone to touch him. Can hyperventilation do that?"

"Sometimes. You're supposed to let them breathe... but he'll be okay by morning."

The talking ceased and the young boy could hear them shuffling around in the kitchen, going their separate ways. The lights were turned off, save the candles lit in the living room. Silence was now around the apartment and Omi breathed out a sigh of relief. Stretching out carefully, the chibi yawned widely and started to sit up when he smelled the distinct scent of smoke. His heart skipped a beat and he whirled his head up to see the tall form of Youji above him, smoking a cigarette, an orange glow emitting from the tip. "Ah, you're awake. Nice nap, bishounen?," he drawled softly. A surge of anger burst out in Omi's chest, making him draw away from Youji. "What in the HELL were you doing earlier?!!," he hissed angrily, obviously pissed. He heard a deep sigh and the end of the couch sank with Youji's weight. "Gomen nasai, Omi. I didn't mean to. I was... over confident and I thought that... I could've changed your mind," he said lowly into the night air. "Change my mind? About what?," the young member of Weiss inquired. Youji leaned back and took a long drag from his cigarette. "About Aya." Omi froze and felt his heart go back to regular pace. "N-nani yo? You don't want me to like... Aya?," Omi asked, surprised. He felt Youji bang his head in the back of the couch. "Hai."

"Doushite?"

"Because... I like you awfully a lot, Omittchi, but it IS obvious that you care for Aya more. And I apologize for trying to... come on to you earlier this evening." Omi simply laid back down, trying to gather this information. Youji liked him as well...? 'Hmm...' Omi sat back up and reached for Balinese. He felt some hair and tugged on it. "Ne, Youji-ken. Daijoubu ka... I'm flattered, demo...," he trailed of softly, feeling guilty and sorry for the man in front of him. He then felt a pair of arms embrace him tightly, Youji's face rubbing in his hair. "Wakatta, Omittchi. Honto ni daijoubu." Omi leaned into the hug and smiled sadly in the dark. There was a awkward silence before they parted. "Well, I guess there's always Kenken to go after," the playboy mused and it left the teen laughing.
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C'mon...

steady,

steady...

watch out for that next step; it creaks!

The ever-so careful Bombay was trying to climb the stairs without waking anyone up there and also trying to make it into their mighty leader's room without a sound. So far, so good... Omi wiped off some sweat that gathered on his brow and crossed the point of safety. He stood and tip-toed in his socks to Fujimiya Aya's door. It was slightly open. Peeking in, he saw the red-head sitting on the floor, cleaning his katana of tonight's blood fest. Omi stared in awe and wonder at his leader's back. It was a pale ivory color and chiseled some, the muscle's rippling ever so slightly when he moved. There were two scars on the back from the shoulder blade and another across the small of the back. He wore his black mission pants still, but no shoes nor socks. The light caught his scarlet hair beautifully, the bangs hiding his eyes. Omi felt bad now. Here he was standing outside his doorway, being a coward to go in, and his target was in there, looking damn sexy and hot! Sighing to himself, he watched as Aya put everything back on the top shelf of his closet and rolled up his tatami mat up and store it away in the bottom. Aya seemed depressed a little... maybe just... 'Uh-oh...' Omi suddenly looked cross-eyed, staring at his nose. He had to sneeze!!! 'Not good, not good!,' his mind screamed. He started jumping up and down in place lightly, trying to stop the itch that was crawling upward. 'Is Aya taking off his pants?,' questioned the voice in the back of his head. Omi whirled back around and nearly screamed with rapture when he saw Aya bend slightly downward to slip off his pants when it erupted.

"ACHOOOO!"

Omi froze in his spot, deathly still and afraid. He was caught- he HAD to have been! Minutes seemed to toll by like long hours until Omi listened carefully, ears pricked up. He heard nothing and began to relax slightly until he heard a rich rumbling. "You can come in, Omi." The teen gulped hard, blue eyes large and wide, face reddening fastly. "H-hai..." Shyly, Omi approached the bedroom door and opened it, now pouting slightly at seeing Aya dressed in a simple black T-shirt and boxers. How'd he them on so fast? The teenager glanced up at his leader, slightly afraid. Aya stood before him, arms crossed over his chest. "How long did you stand there?" A mumble- "Not long..." Omi closed his eyes, feeling embarrassed and guilty. He shouldn't have moved from the couch. Now Aya was going to think of him as a peeping tom or a pervert. He opened them, feeling Aya move along side him slightly and the light overhead went out, saving the few candles Aya had lit in his tidy room. Out of all the Weiss boys, Aya was the neat-freak, followed by Omi, then Youji, and Ken being dead last. It was scary to enter that room. Looking around, the boy saw Aya close his closet, hiding his katana kit and possible skeletons... "What do you want, Omi-kun?," Aya asked lightly, sitting on the bed.

"Ano... I was just... sou, ano...," he stammered, playing with his fingers. He didn't realize how close he was to the bed, the red-head watching him silently. "I-I felt all alone downstairs, s-so, I climbed up here..." Mixed emotions ran wild within his body and mind, trying to get his point across. He could easily remember his first encounter with Aya when he joined Weiss. It was when he first fell for the tall man, entranced and in love. Gathering his strength and courage, Omi lifted his face, not trying to show the sudden tears that appeared. "I wanted to be near you!" Aya stared after him, emotions not running over his face. But inside, his heart swelled to the brim with happiness. Someone wanted to be with him after all these long, bitter, and lonely years without his now awoken sister, Aya-chan... Omi bowed lowly, fists clenched, tears slightly overflowing down his face when Aya didn't say or do anything. "Gomen nasai, Aya-kun... I didn't mean to say that... I mean..." Suddenly, he felt a hand clasp over his wrist, bringing him closer the ice-king. His amethyst eyes had darkened to deep violet upon seeing the crying Omi. Blushing some, Omi stared at his feet, the tears still coming. He could hear Aya's body rising off the bed and he felt himself being brought into an embrace. "Forgive me for not being there tonight... that's shouldn't have happened to you." Omi felt his eyes widen. Fujimiya Aya, the great Abyssinian, mighty leader of Weiss Kruez-

apologizing?

"If you let me... I promise to be there for you, Omittchi. With all respect, please regard me kindly," came the rumbling, low voice of Aya as he tightened his hold upon the teenager. The man heard a drowsy sigh, and hands hastily wiping away his tears. "I will... Aya-kun." The assassin kissed the top of the boy's head gently, timidly almost. "Arigatou." Omi relaxed into the hug and rubbing his cheek against the cotton of Aya's T-shirt, drawn to the toasty warmth that radiated off of his body, hands upon the sturdy chest. Warm things made Omi fall asleep slowly, the feel of something heated could ease the boy into a dreamless night. He listened to the slow heartbeat and tried to match his own with Aya's. It worked, both beats working in sync. It sent shivers down his spine and a slight smile grace his lips. Two large hands brought his face upward, Omi blinking sleepily and trying to focused on the person in front of him. Soon, the brush of lips on his own woke his senses some and Omi replied back, the kisses slow and meaningful. The hands cradled Omi head lightly, thumbs rubbing the skin underneath his ears and temples. Omi gave a happy moan and smiled stupidly, drunk off of heat and a cool massage on his head. [Isn't that a precious sight?!] "Omi-kun, are you awake?," teased a voice. He stuck out his tongue and focused on Aya. "What was that for?," he inquired lightly, placing a finger on his lips. He felt a nose nuzzle in his butterscotch-colored hair again and a smile in it. "Because I wanted to."

Lifting his eyes, he was greeted with Aya's and took a step closer. His heart was beating wildly now and he was about to perform a bold, dangerous, and daring move. He stood on his tip-toes, placed his on his wide shoulders, and landed a kiss along Aya's jawline. He placed more along the bone structure and was found face to face with a ear. Lifting and pushing back the scarlet eartail, Omi feasted on the lobe, twirling the earring some and nibbling on the outer shell, tracing afterwards with his tongue, lightly breathing on the wet surface. "Aya-kun... can I stay tonight?," he trembled, his voice unrecognizable. Silence stretched out between them for a fraction of a second, and then, a pair of arms wrapped around Omi's waist, lifting him up with a sudden yelp, and tossed him onto the bed gently.

Omi was surprised in all his seventeen years. It was actually going to happen- his fantasies, dreams, and wishes were coming true right before his large, baby blue eyes. The candles went off suddenly, plunging Omi's vision into blackness. The curtains were pushed apart from the window and it was opened in the sultry night air that rush in. Moonlight flooded the bedroom in a silvery-blue color, casting long shadows on the floor. The Moon touched her Son in the beckoning light, making the young Weiss member sit up in bed and stare in wonder at Aya. He was bathed in the illuminous beams, his ivory face much whiter and his hair shockingly dark raspberry. His amethyst eyes stood out in the room, staring, and slowly, Aya began to shed off his clothes. Omi's eyes widened largely as Aya presented himself before him, in all his glory. Aya was built in the front just as he was in the back, with large, broad shoulders and a jutting collarbone. His pecs were finely detailed in his torso as well as the abs on his stomach. His waist tapered down to thin, but suitable hips that were attached to endless, long legs. Nestled between his white thighs was his slightly erected member, a darker hue of his hair color surrounding the pale column of flesh, indicating him as a natural red-head. Omi gulped loudly, his heart pumping a mile a minute, his hands sweating, and the blood rushing to his face. "A-aya... kun... sonata wa... utsukushii...," he heard himself murmur faintly, his brain not functioning properly. A light smiled graced the chiseled face of Abyssinian. "That's a first... now, with all due respect, Omittchi... may I see you?"

Omi bit his bottom lip, and hesitantly, crawled off the bed, trying to calm his nerves. Steadying his hands, he brought them down on the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, the slightly cool air hitting him nicely. Keeping his eyes in front of him, settled on Aya's wall, he then stripped off his pajama pants, realizing that he wore no boxers. 'Damn Youji...,' he thought to himself, but kicked away the pants, hugging himself, blushing as red as a tomato. 'This is so embarrassing... I wonder if he likes my body... guess I'll find out now.' He gulped and shuddered once his eyes met Aya's. The way he was STARING at him...! It wasn't disgust nor dislike. In fact, Aya was quite taking back at the seventeen-year old's tiny frame. It was strong-appearing, his hair dissary and sticking up in the back some. His silver-hoop earring glittered dimly, catching Aya's attention more. His skin was a dusty gold, not as dark as Ken's nor honey-looking as Youji's. His eyes here heavy-lidded in embarrassment, the blue orbs gleaming like two sapphires. Omi was fit, little muscles packed here and there, especially in his legs and lower abdomen. Aya approached the teen and took his hands, bringing them up to his face. Omi quickly looked up, confused and a little shocked. "Now I think it's you that is beautiful, Omittchi," he said in a husky tone, his face all in a charming smile. Omi smiled back and touched the hands on his face. "Arigatou, Aya-kun," he whispered and leaned forward, waiting for the man to kiss him. A pair of hot lips brushed against his own teasingly, and Omi moaned lowly, feeling Aya's hands wandering over his cooling skin from the night air. Aya nibbled and swiped gently at Omi's lips, seeking entrance in the slick, moist cavern of his mouth. Willingly obliging, the boy opened his mouth and soon, both tongues were battling for dominance.

But, oh how Aya tasted! It was sweet and hot at the same time, like already made strawberry jam. His tongue rubbed against his own and on the top of his mouth, stroking lovingly. Omi felt himself being lead to the bed, the back of his legs hitting the mattress. He was brought down swiftly upon the mattress surface, the kiss not breaking. Aya's hands roamed over the lithe chest, teasing Omi's nipples until they hardened under his touch. Arching under his fingers, Omi threw caution out into the wind and let out a long groan into Aya's mouth, pleased with the attention he was receiving from his team mate. Aya growled and bit some on Omi's bottom lip, now placing kissed down his neck and over his Adam's apple, causing delectable noises to escape. Smooth fingertips traced down Aya's scarred back, tenderly touching the one on the small of his back. He broke contact with the boy and slightly whimpered some at the pressure. Omi stared up at his new found love and stopped his ministrations, only to have the scarlet-haired man smile at him faintly. "Shimpai wa arimasen. Hieki, Omi-chan," he murmured and gracefully, like a large cat, stretched himself down the teenager's body, the object of his attention jutting in his skin. Lightly like a kitten's paws, Aya traced the head of Omi's erection, drinking up the short breaths and little noises coming from his partner.

Moving his red head down, Aya placed his hands on Omi's thin hips to steady himself. Here, he as about to go further with the assassin and his heart was racing hard against his chest. Grinning to himself lightly, he brought his tongue out, sampling the taste of Omi's cock. The scent of his musky and clean-innocence arousal was driving Aya's senses insane as inch by inch, he lapped and nibbled the engorged head, tasting a pearly drop of pre-cum. Omi was writhing madly, his hands clutching desperately at the bedsheets, his growing passion pooling in the pit of his stomach and goosebumps crawling over his heated skin. He tossed back his head, arching finely as he was engulfed completely by Aya's talented mouth. Omi felt tears smart his eyes as Aya began to fondle his balls, gently massaging them and placing a fingertip on his sensitive spot where the sac and shaft met in a fine skin covering. "A-Aya... kun... I'm gonna- mmmmpppfff!," Omi bit his bottom lip, drawing blood as one of Aya's hands started to pump up and down on his member, still sucking hard. Aya hummed happily to himself, the vibrations being sent along Omi's cock, causing the boy to squirm and whimper loudly. He arched higher and higher, his hips being held down with an iron arm. Omi wanted Aya to go faster and harder... almost there... almost-! A bright flash of white light erupted in front of Omi's eyes as he ejaculated into Aya's hot mouth, a long moan echoing off the walls. Aya lapped up the liquid as much as he could, the creamy fluid coming forth fast. Finishing, the tall assassin crawled up to the panting boy and lightly kissed his lips. Omi could taste the cum off his lips and hungrily attached himself to Aya. The man broke the kiss for air, amethyst eyes twinkling. "How was that, Omittchi?," he drawled, brushing back Omi's butterscotch bangs. Omi was trying to breathe properly again, all the while his eyes shinning greatly. "G-great... that's not all is it?," he muttered, his limp member already starting to awaken once more at the thought. A deep chuckle rang in his ears and Aya cradled the boy tenderly against him. "You wish to continue?" Omi nodded enthusiatically, sitting up.

The Bombay kitten sat on his haunches and looked around the room. "Ano... do you have some... ano...?" Aya reached over to his desk and rummaged through his drawers, bringing forth a tube of lube. Omi took his gingerly, his heart racing. What he was about to do in front of Abyssinian was unimaginable. "Can you go please sit over there in that chair?," he pleaded slightly, blushing brightly. Aya, confused, but willing, got up and sat in a chair that sat by the door, facing the bed completely. Aya sat down, folding his long legs gracefully, one hand under his chin, staring down at the boy, his eyes glittering like two pieces of purple ice flakes. Gulping and steadying himself, Omi opened the top of the lube and coated his first finger thickly. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself back at the club, music flowing over his body like water. Going along with imaginary music, Omi started swaying his hips lightly, his free left hand snaking over his chest, rubbing his neck and collarbone. He could hear Aya shift some, intrigued. The hand lingered on his chest, and then he teasingly ran his fingertips over his nipples, moaning as he pinched them, hardening into fine peaks. Omi was lost in himself, one hand trailing to his abdomen, halting it there, listening to Aya's breathy pants. Keeping his ocean-blue eyes shut, Bombay scratched himself with his fingernails, leaving bright red marks in his wake, and fingered the light patch of curls nestled between himself.

Omi was having a rather difficult time trying to act seductive and suave, but his own lust taking him over. The teen carefully drew wet circles around his entrance, not looking at Aya, but relying on the heavy breathing coming from the other side of the room. Shaking his head mentally, he inserted the first finger, deeper, until the ring hit his knuckle, a guttural groan escaping his dry lips, and immediately, his hips bucked forward at the intrusion. "Oh, Kami...!," he hissed, his arousal awakening more. He moaned at the foreign object inside of him, a more refreshing feeling though slightly different. Omi brought it back out slowly, pushing the inner tissues and brought it back in, rocking his hips a little, adding another finger. Shamelessly, Omi's legs opened wide, getting more room. Sweat began to crawl over his skin as he opened his eyes to Aya. The man was silent now, eyes focused on him lustily and hard with a predatory gleam. "Keep going," he heard him order, lowly and rumbling. Obediently, Omi slipped in his third finger, mewling at the feeling of something large within him. He fell on his back, panting heavily, groaning deeply, tears stinging his beautiful blue eyes. The sheets clung to his sticky back as he lifted up his thighs, pounding his fingers senselessly into his open body. It was pure bliss for the teenager and he felt close to the edge, the moans and silly words he made becoming louder and louder until his hand was snatched away from his entrance.

Blinking wearily, but quickly, Omi saw Aya above him, chest rising and falling hard. "Aya-ku... Mmmppfff!" He was cut short by a brutal kiss on the lips, tongue already melting against his hungrily. "You put on quite a show for me, Omittchi... now, it's time for the finale," came a low rumble, and Omi found himself gasping for breath suddenly as something large penetrated his lower region in one swift motion. "Aaaaayyaaa...!!!," he groaned gutturally, tossing back his head and arching towards the sky, tears stinging his eyes. His menistrations from stretching himself didn't go too far, but Omi shook his head to keep from crying, only telling himself over in his head, 'It'll get better...!' The assassin above him tried to grasp onto air to fill his lungs, Omi's entrance fitting around his cock like a tight, velvet glove. "Kuso...," came a whispery reply and Aya started to move, carefully, and began rocking against the lithe body, shivering at the mewling sounds Omi made from his mouth. "Move more, Aya-kun," he breathed hard, arching higher off the bed as the tip of Aya's cock hit his pleasure spot teasingly. "You sure?"

"Ongeai... let me feel you!" The red-head only growled in response and snapped his hips hard against Omi's bare bottom, causing the boy to shriek in his lust-induced haze. Soon, a building warmth was caught up between the two Weiss members, the cool air hitting their sweaty bodies as Aya pounded himself into the bishounen's delicious tightness. "Faster... hayaku, Aya...," Omi moaned helplessly, his head tossing back and forth on the pillow, clutching at his partner's broad shoulders.

The man could only imply as he rocked against Omi faster, the sounds of wet flesh smacking together, mingling with their ragged breathing and the Bombay's moans and sweet noises. Omi relished at the feeling of Aya's inside of him, sliding in and out wonderfully. Aya stared at Omi's face, caught up by the beautiful face transfixed with pleasure. The boy's inner muscles started to tighten and clamp onto his length, so Aya brutally began thrusting faster and harder, not wanting to let go of the pixie-like boy with his shimmery magic that captivated him. Reaching beneath him, he grasped Omi's weeping arousal and pulled it softly, causing the boy to jerk and squeal loudly. "Feel good, Omimitchi?," came a rumbling question. Omi could only squeak out a, "Hai!" as the large hand continously pump him, his verge of a climax crawling faster and faster. It was a mixture of confusion as the young Weiss member was torn from pleasure on both ends, and suddenly, crying out Aya's name, he exploded over his partner's hand, white-hot and flowy. Aya stared from behind damp, scarlet bangs, watching Omi's body and face contort from pleasure and rapture. The inner muscles squeezed over his cock and soon, Aya snapped his hips twice and released himself inside of the boy, his cum fiery bot and fast. Omi nearly squirmed with delight at the thought of Aya claiming him like this and sighed lazily, trying to breathe, and gather himself mentally. Aya slumped forward and placed his forehead on Omi's, both boys staring at each other until the youngest one smiled prettily. "Arigatou, Aya-kun... that was fun."

The red-haired killer gave Omi his own smile and kissed the sweaty forehead. "I know... do you wish to stay here tonight?"

"And the next night?"

"Hai."

"And all those other nights after that one?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, chibi."

He latched onto Aya and brought his closer to his cooling body, kissing his cheek. "Sugoi! Ano... can we sleep now?," he asked softly after a pause. Aya simply smiled and brought the little body closer to him. "Hai. Oyasumi-nasai." Omi sighed and looked around the two of them. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around them closely, yawning in the process. Snuggling against the sturdy chest, he murmured, "Ai shiteru, Aya-kun. Eien." The man faltered in his mind and timidly, asked, "Nani? What did you say?" Omi giggled and closed his eyes. "Ai shiteru. Eien."

Silence.

Then,

"Ai shiteru, Omi... zutto."










FINISHED!!! Man, that took forever! And I apologize for the long wait. "Oklahoma!" was a success and school started for us last week, so I've been busy. FORGIVE ME PLEASE! PLus, this chapter is really long, so ya'll better enjoy. My muse and my head hurt now from thinking and writing. SUCK IT UP! *ducks underneath her rock and peeks out* Review nicely, minna-san!
- Echan ^_~