Want Me

Want Me
By: Lady Jade

Weiss Kreuz. I do not own it. Wish I did though, because the boys would be wearing a whole lot of nothing a whole lot more often. Please don’t sue me. I’m just borrowing. I promise to dust the boys off and put them back unharmed. *mostly*. That much aside, this is a Yaoi fan fiction. Don’t know what Yaoi is? Then SWEET JESUS, hit the back button NOW and find the nearest anime web site and look up the definition. Lol. Ok. Last warning. Boy’s having sex with boys. Don’t like, don’t read. This is a NC17 Fiction. There will be a 3 some towards the end. Second warning: No kids, innocents or people with heart conditions. This is a Y x O, AxOxY in that order. Maybe someday, I will write another chapter and throw Ken into the mix. *uh oh* Heh. Anyways.

A/N: Yohji is being SUCH an impossible romantic in this…and well, he kinda strikes me as that way. Can explain why, but he just does, so if Yohji’s being a little…fluffy, bear with. Try not to beat me with anything. A. I might like it, and B. If I’m in traction I can’t write anything!
Cheers!
-Watari’s girl


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Omi braced himself as he walked into Yohji’s territory, suddenly feeling a gazelle in a cage full of leopards. He was uncertain as to what the taller blonde had in mind, and suddenly, he was very afraid. Yohji must have read his body language, because he bent to place a reassuring kiss on top of Omi’s head until he had a chance to guide him to his window.
“Look Omi.” He whispered.
He felt Yohji’s whole body, pressed against him; the intoxicating warmth flowed back and forth between them as Omi squinted through the windowpane.
“Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight?” Yohji whispered.
Omi had to sigh aloud. They were. From Yohji’s window the lights of the city weren’t so bright, and they did not drown out the starlight.
“Yohji?”
“Yes?” The reply was sultry and made Omi’s stomach clench so tight with desire that he felt faint.
“Why?” Barely a breath, but it seemed to echo in the silence of the room.
“Because, I wanted to explain to you. You see those stars, how beautiful they are?”
“Yes?”
Yohji reached his finger over the windowpane, and then let the oil from his fingertip smudge over a star, dulling it.
“This is what I was afraid of.”
Omi blinked at him.
“I was afraid to answer you Omi, because I didn’t want to change how I felt. You were right; I did see you as untouchable. It is like, if…if man could actually reach his fingers into the heavens and pull down a star, he would be forever changed, and so would the heavens…I was afraid that if I accepted your offer, that it would ruin our relationship. You were right. It was foolish of me, I did not see the whole picture.”
Omi blinked.
“Look closer at that star now Omi.”
Omi blinked again and leaned closer to the smudge. A more careful inspection showed the star was not brighter OR duller, it had simply changed. It shone just as brightly as it had before. If nothing else, the streak made it shine brighter, the light was simply diffused into a thousand facets.
“You see?” Yohji whispered.
Omi nodded.
“Apology accepted.” Omi breathed as he turned to face Yohji, his heart in his throat.
Yohji laughed, a sound that seemed to ooze sex and desire. Omi shivered.
The taller blonde gently bent, stroking long and tapered fingers across the smaller Weiss member’s blushing cheek.
“I agree to your offer.” Yohji whispered.
Omi’s eyes filled with grateful tears.
“You…want me?” Omi looked so heartbreakingly beautiful that Yohji had to pause to take a sharp breath
“Oh Omi...I more than want you.” Yohji whispered. “But are you sure?”
“Please?” Omi pleaded, his hands raised as if to touch Yohji’s down turned face, but never did, his fingers instead, ghosting just above skin, as if afraid that when he touched the tall blonde, that he would disappear.
“Omi…I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you…you can touch me.” Yohji encouraged as he pushed Omi backwards towards the bed until the smaller blonde was forced to sit with a squeak.
Yohji rested his knees on either side of Omi’s, leaning in until their lips were centimeters apart, and Omi had ceased to breathe, not certain of what was to come next.
“So lovely.” Yohji sighed as his lips came to rest on his would-be lover’s. Omi simpered and raised his fingers to tangle in the taller man’s hair. Yohji murmured gentle reassurances against those rose petal soft lips as he pressed the smaller assassin onto his back on the bed, letting his arms support his shoulders and back until he came to rest with a sigh against his soft blankets.
“Let me in beautiful.” He laughed as he nipped at Omi’s bottom lip. The smaller assassin gasped and reflexively opened to let Yohji explore the silky cavern of his mouth. The taller blonde let his fingers stroke across the softness of Omi’s tear drenched sweatshirt and play across the thin fabric of the cotton t-shirt beneath.
Omi trembled as Yohji’s tongue mimicked sex with his. The play was slick and hot, and it made him groan and reflexively thrust his hips up against Yohji’s. The taller assassin laughed as he drew away, wiping the dampness from Omi’s lips with his thumb.
“You are very sensitive aren’t you beautiful?” Yohji whispered as he bent to press a kiss behind Omi’s ear, nuzzling and listening to the soft sigh that the tender touch elicited.
“I will just have to be very gentle then, hmm?” Omi opened his eyes to shyly meet pale gray, shimmering with a lust that left no doubt in his mind that Yohji wanted him very badly.
“Could you be?” Omi asked, his voice quavering with more than a little uncertainty.
“At all times.” Yohji promised as he carefully divested Omi of his jacket, mindful he did not tug on the younger Weiss’s injured wrist. He then moved up until he was sitting on Omi’s l He He surveyed the younger blonde, whose lips were parted in a gasp of silent want, and whose chest was heaving like he had run a mile, and all from one kiss. Yohji smiled as he took in every inch of perfection, and decided that the younger Weiss kitten was wearing FAR too much clothing for his liking.
Omi almost cried out as long, cool fingers trailed across his desire flushed chest under his shirt. He did cry when the fingers pinched an already rock hard nipple.
“Yohji!” Omi gasped as he nearly did a sit up, struggling to make sense of the dizzying sensations. His shirt was off over his head before he knew it. Yohji’s joined it a moment later. Omi never touched back to the bed before the older assassin’s arms were taking all his weight and a nipping, teasing tongue and lips were exploring his torso thoroughly. Omi tangled his fingers in Yohji’s hair again, and this time, he couldn’t help himself as he moaned. He was laid back down once more on the bed with gentle care.
“Yohji! Please!”
A tender hand cupped Omi’s erection through the fabric of his jeans.
“I want to watch you come first.” Yohji whispered mischievously.
“Nhg!” Omi gasped as that sultry voice seemed to go straight to his groin, and made him nearly scream with want.
“I’m taking these off beautiful.” Yohji laughed as he bent to torment the creamy skin of Omi’s collar bone as his fingers undid buttons and zippers; distracting the smaller assassin from the fact that he would soon be naked, and completely at Yohji’s mercy.
“Up.” The taller assassin demanded to Omi as he began tugging the form fitting denim from the blondes toned hips. No response. Omi was too stunned to hear, let alone comply. Yohji just snorted back laughter and bent his head, letting his tongue dip into the tight confines of Omi’s navel. Omi arched up into the touch reflexively, and Yohji quickly tugged the denim from the blonde’s legs. The first thing that grabbed his attention was that Omi was completely naked under those jeans.
“Omi?”
“Yes?” Luminous blue eyes wide with desire and need met Yohji’s.
Finally, a response. Yohji thought.
“I didn’t know you went commando.”
“Those jeans are too tight for anything else.” Omi replied, as if the answer should have been obvious.
“Oh.” Yohji laughed as he covered Omi’s naked form with his in a tender hug that quickly dissolved into another mind-blowing kiss. Testing just how close Omi was, he slid his knee up between the smaller assassin’s legs, and was rewarded with a gasp and a mewl that left Omi clawing up his back and begging unintelligibly.
“Beautiful, you are something else, you know that?”
“Yohji! Do something!”
The older assassin tilted Omi’s face up for another kiss, and then preceded to slide down the smaller blondes body, making little hurts with his teeth, then soothing them just as quickly with tender lips and tongue. He took his own sweet time, making Omi grovel desperately as he breathed over the blonde’s erection. A small lick from root to tip gave him the taste of Omi, and it was intoxicating.
“Yohji...Don’t tease!”
“I want to taste more of you, I’m done teasing.” Yohji whispered to a squirming Omi. “All of you.” The lanky blonde bowed his head then, taking in Omi’s desire in one smooth, slidingemenement.
“Ahh!” Omi gasped before he pressed his knuckles to his mouth and bit down to prevent himself from crying out again. Yohji simply chuckled around the smaller assassin’s shaft; it came out more like a purr, and it made Omi claw at the sheets with his free hand. Yohji pinned his smaller lovers hips down at first, simply bobbing his head, and sucking softly. But as Omi began to mewl more urgently, Yohji gave his hips a little slack, letting the Weiss kitten bury his fingers in his hair and set the pace, thrusting into his mouth.
“God, Yohji, Yohji. Oh Christ!” Omi cried as he struggled. Struggled against the emotions that Yohji knew were completely foreign to him, and inevitable. The lanky assassin purred teasingly around the shaft in his mouth, and then let one hand move to wander over Omi’s tight sack. He squeezed gently, and then let a careful fingertip caress the skin just underneath.
“Yohji. I…I…I…can’t it’s too much…I…”
Yohji would have laughed if he hadn’t had his mouth full. He took it as a challenge, and redoubled his efforts, this time, letting his hand come up to take the place of his mouth, and his tongue caress Omi’s sack, He nuzzled and licked, letting Omi’s whimpers and cries guide where he moved and what he did. It was when Omi’s hand descended on his, covering his fist, and urging him faster, that he gave up pushing his lover, it was time; and slid up and over him, covering Omi’s body with his own.
“Y…Yohji…I feel like I’m going to die!” Omi grated out as he writhed against the taller blonde’s insistent hand.
“Don’t worry beautiful, you’re just going to come really hard…it’s supposed to feel like there isn’t a difference.”
A few strokes later, Yohji could feel Omi tensing up, feel the little hiccupping mewls that he somehow knew would accompany climax for his little kitten.
“Yoh…ji…I…mhhh. God!”
Omi convulsively arched up and wrapped his arms around Yohji’s waist as he came. He felt the hot splash of his seed on his stomach, and Yohji’s free arm, snaking underneath him, helping him curl even closer to his shoulder, holding his weight and heard that smooth voice, whispering comforting things. He felt for sure he was dying, and he couldn’t help but thinking that it was one hell of a way to go, even as he drifted into the welcoming gray fog behind his eyes.

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Omi felt the world invading on his mind again. Something wet and hot was touching his stomach… His eyesight was slowly returning, and his ears weren’t ringing anymore. If he hadn’t been so wrung out, he would have been hard again in a second at the sight that greeted him. Yohji smiled at him wickedly as he languorously licked the seed off of Omi’s lean stomach like a cat lapping up cream. When he was satisfied that Omi was clean, he took a moment to truly gaze up into tear stained blue eyes.
“Welcome back beautiful. You alright?”
“Yohji!” Omi whispered, his voice full of something barely short of awe, and a little frightened.
The taller assassin stretched out and up, closing the distance between them in a graceful heartbeat.
“Are you ok Omi?” Yohji asked tenderly as he let his thumbs dry the younger Weiss’s cooling tears.
“Yes, I’m fine. I just…” Omi shrugged apologetically.
“You have never even touched yourself before, have you beautiful?”
Omi blushed and looked away at the wall. Trying very hard to be invisible.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Omi, it just explains allot, that’s all.”
Omi sighed.
“I wanted it to be…someone else, not just me. I wanted it to be special, and I think…it was worth waiting for.” Omi sighed.
Yohji to to nibble on Omi’s ear, letting his lips glide then from there to the graceful curve of the smaller assassins throat. Omi gasped. The sensation was so very tender, and it made him want to beg Yohji to do more. Something. Anything.
“Beautiful, you are so innocent, I almost don’t want to take you just because you are so...perfect.”
“Yohji. Fuck me. Make love to me. Whatever, but don’t you dare chicken out on me now!” Omi growled.
Yohji laughed.
“No need to be so crass beautiful. I said I agreed to make love to you, not fuck you into the mattress. Anything less that absolutely tender lovemaking would be wrong, especially for you.”
Yohji did not give Omi time to respond as he let his mouth drop to the smaller blonde’s bare chest, and then let his tongue begin to caress and tease a sensitive nipple. He sighed as he felt Omi arch up under the hands that he slid under his back for support.
“Still want me beautiful?”
“Yes. Please.” Omi gasped between breaths.
“Then hold that thought.” Yohji grinned as he reached out and let his fingers play across the top of his dresser blindly until they found a thin tube. Yohji set it on the pillow next to Omi, and then began to unbutton his pants. Omi watched, his eyes wide, as the tall assassin disrobed the rest of the way. Did everything Yohji did have to be sexy? Omi groaned at the thought as he was once again, fully hard. The Weiss kitten wasn’t sure what had to happen next, be hae had a good idea so he decided to move things along. He rolled onto his side, and then used shaky arms to push himself up onto his hands and knees. He sighed quietly, and then let his head hang down, taking some of the tension out of the small of his back as he waited.
Yohji was blinking at him, and the silence lapsed for a moment, before the lanky assassin began to chuckle.
“What?” Omi growled, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “What’s so funny.”?
Yohji swallowed back more laughter as he tackled Omi off of his knees and skillfully rolled him back onto his back.
“Not like that beautiful. It wouldn’t be right to take you like that for your first time, and besides…I want to be able to see your pretty face.” Yohji whispered as he let his fingers play across the taut muscles just under the silky skin of Omi’s arms and shoulders.
Omi looked uncertain. He was completely out of his league now.
“Just lay back and let me do the work kitten.” Yohji whispered barely inches from Omi’s lips.
“Yoh…ji… what is it… like?”
Yohji smiled as he pressed a kiss to Omi’s forehead and reclaimed his tube of lube.
“Different.” He stated matter-of-factly as he moved to sit between Omi’s legs.
“Omi, I need you to pull your knees up until the tops of your thighs are against my hands.” Yohji instructed as he left his hands where they were, waiting for Omi to comply. The smaller assassin shakily pulled his legs up until his toned thighs were resting against Yohji’s caressing fingertips.
“Good beautiful.”
Omi felt completely exposed, and for the first time despite everything, naked. He tried to soothe himself by looking at Yohji, letting his eyes follow the cut and curve of perfectly toned chest and abs, and then his gaze fell lower, to Yohji’s arms, which seemed to be trembling slightly. Judging by the worried look Yohji was giving him, it became apparent to him that it was he that was shaking. His legs were trembling.
“Omi, kitten, you do not have to do this if you don’t want to. You don’t need to be scared.”
“Yohji, I do want to!”
“You just have no idea what is going to happen next, do you?” Yohji soothed as his hands rubbed the muscular thighs of the younger Weiss member.
Omi shook his head no, with an embarrassed blush creeping over his nose.
“Its alright. I’ll go slow.” Yohji stated, trying to smooth over Omi’s discomfort.
Omi sighed and relaxed back to the bed. He thought he had been up for a lecture. He was glad that Yohji hadn’t decided on one.
Omi’s eyes followed every move of Yohji’s hands as the older assassin unscrewed the cap on the lube. He squeezed some out onto a finger, and then set the cap on the nightstand, and placed the open tube close at hand on top of a blanket. Yohji leaned against one of Omi’s thighs for support as he moved his hand between his legs. Before he even touched his lover, he bent to kiss the soft inside of his knee; then used it as a distraction as he let one of his lube free fingers trace tender patterns closer and closer to Omi’s entrance, trying to at least prepare the inexperienced younger assassin for his touch. When Omi did not cry out, or move away, Yohji took that as a good sign. He let his fingertip finally rest against the tight bud of Omi’s opening, slicking a little of the cool, slippery stuff around the ring of tight muscle.
“Yohji?”
“You ready beautiful?”
Omi nodded a bit uncertainly. Yohji smiled at him reassuringly, and placed another sweet kiss on the inside of his knee before coaxing his finger past the tight boundary of Omi’s body and into the slick heat.
Omi gasped, and tried to arch away, his body immediately clamping down on Yohji’s intruding finger.
“Beautiful.” Yohji purred soothingly. “I know it feels strange, come on and relax kitten.”
Omi nodded, and let the breath out that he was holding. Yohji began tode hde his finger in and out, Oiling, stretching and letting Omi get used to the alien feeling.
“Ready for a little more?” Yohji asked, as he massaged Omi’s hip reassuringly.
Ominkednked at him.
“Like this.” Yohji stated as he let another tapered finger join the first.
“Oh!” Omi gasped, this time biting his lip, trying to keep from making any noise. It didn’t just feel strange anymore. It was starting to hurt.
“It hurts a little bit, I know.” Yohji stated. “But then, I do something like this…” Yohji curled his fingers upwards; stroking Omi from the inside until he found the spot he was looking for. He felt Omi jump, as if he wasn’t certain if it felt good or just left him breathless. “And then it’s not so bad.” Another stroke, and the smaller Weiss member was sobbing for air.
“Yohji…Yohji…ahhh! God!” He pleaded.
“Patience beautiful, this can hurt badly if I don’t take my time.”
Yohji paused in his ministrations, waiting for Omi to stop trembling, and then he slid a third finger inside.
“Damn!” Omi cried as he sat bolt upright, clutching Yohji’s wrist, small tears forming at the cor of of his eyes.
“It really hurts!” Omi whimpered.
Yohji did not remove his fingers, but he did use his free hand to reach past Omi and pull a pillow under the small of the younger assassin’s back. He pushed him gently back down, but not without a reassuring kiss.
“Relax for me Omi, relax beautiful.”
Yohji began to move his fingers in and out, slowly mimicking sex. He let his lips fall to the warm skin on the inside of Omi’s thigh, kissing and licking until he could hear Omi beginning to make small sounds of pleasure, not pain. Reaching up further, pushing in deeper, he found that spot again for Omi, stroking it over and over until his kitten began to mewl and writhe.
Yohji decided that it was time. Letting his fingers still and slide out, and letting Omi catch his breath, Yohji reached for the lube again. He carefully slicked it onto his hard member, trying not to shiver at the touch of his own hand. He had been wanting so desperately, waiting for so long, that he was afraid to send himself over the edge before he was ready.
Omi was watching him, blue eyes wide wwondwonder and astonishment.
“Will you fit inside me?” Omi asked, his eyes glazed with nervousness.
“Oh yes beautiful. But it will probably still hurt some.” Yohji warned.
“I want you.” Omi whispered. His eyes were still frightened, but there was no mistaking the desire and need in that aqua gaze.
“You are certain?”
“Damn sure.” Omi breathed.
Yohji laughed throatily as he slithered up over Omi, covering the smaller Weiss member, cradling his shoulders in one hand, and leaving the other to stroke muscular hips and thighs.
“Ready?” Yohji whispered as he nibbled on Omi’s ear tenderly.
“Yes.” Omi stated as he let his arms drift up around Yohji’s waist into a hug.
Yohji slid until his member was pressed against Omi’s slick opening.
“Ok kitten.” he warned just before he pressed in past that tight ring of muscle, his head resting just inside.
“Nnnh!” Omi whimpered as he bit his lip. It was so intimate, it was so hot and slick, and Yohji was filling him.
“You are soooo tight beautiful, so tight.” Yohji complimented as he let his lips shim Omi’s neck approvingly. Omi nodded and buried his nose in Yohji’s hair behind his ear. The taller assassin slid in a little further, and was finally able to drop down onto his elbows over Omi, who started to gasp.
“It…ahhh…Christ!” Omi arched up underneath Yohji, his head dropping back to the bed as he fought for air.
“Just a little further kitten.” Yohji reassured as he thrust the rest of the way home.
He knew he had made a tactical error when he felt Omi tense. Before he could cover the smaller assassins mouth with his own, the younger Weiss member let rip with a full-throated scream of pain.
“Hurts Yohji, hurts. Damn!” Yohji tried to comfort Omi as best he could while covering them both in a blanket. He knew what was coming next, and Omi was too lost in pain to notice.
“Hell! Kitten! I’ll bet you woke the whole house!”
There was a thundering of feet just down the hall and coming up the stairs. Omi barely realized what was about to happen before it did. Ken kicked the door in with a terrific bang, forcing the door to splinter off the jamb as Aya dove around the corner into the room with his katana drawn, ready for trouble.
Two blonds with wide eyes blinked in unison up from the bed where they were lying tangled under a blanket.
Aya recovered first and reflexively covered Ken’s eyes.
It was Ken’s mouth that recovered second.
“What the FUCKING HELL?!”
Aya took a not so patient breath before asking the question he very much wanted an answer for.
“Kudou…what the hell are you…wait, no, I already figured that one out. Why?!… Are you…what I’m trying to say is...”
“Why am I having sex with Omi?” Yohji queried helpfully.
Aya pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back in deep thought.
“Yes. That will do.”
Aya removed his hand from over Ken’s eyes. Ken immediately had a nosebleed and had to flee the room for what he deemed to be the much cooler sanctuary of the hallway.
“Get off him. We need to talk.” Aya growled.
Yohji tried to comply, but moving made Omi whimper in pain, and that little cry made Aya’s left eye tick.
“I’m sorry Aya, I’m really in no position to help you out.” Yohji apologized; sudden very afraid Aya would kill him. Horribly.
Omi tucked his head against Yohji’s chest and hugged the taller assassin to him with purpose.
“Aya…God…please just go away.” Omi pleaded tightly.
Aya’s wrath suddenly turned tides, ebbing in the direction of Omi.
“What the hell were you thinking Omi? Are you thinking?!…You are so…” Aya scolded, and then paused, trying to find the best and most appropriate word. Omi didn’t give him a chance to continue.
“You’re just jealous it isn’t you!” Omi spat. Tears of embarrassment leaking from the corner of his eyes.
“I…I No! That’s not it, Omi, of all people …couldn’t you have chosen someone better?”
“Like who?! Omi cried. “At least Yohji treats me like a person, instead of a disease. At least when he looks at me I’m Omi, not just another pain in the ass team member you have to look after. Kiss my ass and leave us the fuck alone Aya.”
The red head opened and closed his mouth several times like an angry goldfish out of water.
“Could we have a little privacy Aya?” Yohji asked, exceedingly politely.
“Why? You didn’t give us any, yelling like that to wake the dead!” Aya growled.
“Aya.” Yohji emphasized over Omi’s head. “There are sometimes when someone can’t help it.”
Aya blinked as he lip-read Yohji. He blinked again. That couldn’t be right. But. Yohji repeated it.
“Shit.” Aya swore as he sheathed his katana and turned on his heel to leave. “Shit.” He repeated as he tried to back out of the room and shut the door, only to find there were no hinges left on it. He propped it shut as best he could and marched off down the hallway, snagging a clueless Ken as he went by.
“Were sleeping downstairs tonight.” Aya informed him as he dragged him down the steps.

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