Relationship

Pairing: Omi x Aya


Weekends at the Koneko were like Disneyland during Christmas. Aya used to hate weekends at the Koneko. However, now that his sister was awake and healthy, he could not bring himself to harbor any negative feelings towards the only time he could meet with her.

When Aya-chan had awakened from her coma, her brother had decided to send her away to boarding school. He wanted to protect her from the world he lived in; he wanted her to retain her innocence. Though she knew who and what Weiss was, Aya thought that as long as she was not a part of this life, she would be able to be the innocent girl she was before her accident. Hence, weekends were now an important time for the Fujimiya siblings, since Aya-chan was only able to visit on Saturdays and Sundays.

“Hey Aya! Your sister just called to say that she’d be late today. Some outing with her classmates or something. She’ll be here in time for dinner, though. She said to not worry about her. She also wanted you to know that she’ll be staying for the night, if that’s ok with you,” Ken called out to the working redhead while striding down the stairs.

Aya grunted in reply, narrowing his eyes slightly. He was worried about Aya-chan. What outing? Outing to where? Why did she not tell him about it earlier? What if something happened to her? The swordsman shook his head in an effort to dispel such thoughts. He knew he was being paranoid, but he could not help it. After all, his sister had only woken up just one year ago.

“Aya-san! What do you think about these flowers?”

“Ne, Aya-san has a sister?”

“Aya-san, will you be here tomorrow too?”

Aya closed his eyes in an effort to block out the voices of the girls in the shop. If he heard his name one more time, he was sure that he would explode.

“Aya-kun!”

Angry amethysts flew open. That does it.

“Can help me with the stocktaking back here? I’m a little overwhelmed.”

Aya’s annoyance dissipated at that statement. He realized that it was just Omi offering him sanctuary in the store at the back of the shop. Thankful amethysts flashed gratitude at sparkling sapphires as the swordsman escaped to the storeroom. Once inside, he closed the door, blocking out the racket caused by the girls.

“Thanks,” mumbled Aya.

The blond broke into a big grin, “No problem, Aya-kun!” Omi paused for a while before continuing softly, “You’re worried, aren’t you? About Aya-chan.”

Aya stared at him for about three seconds before murmuring, “...No.”

The redhead walked towards the table where the stocktaking list was, fully intending to end the conversation and start stocktaking. He stiffened when he felt Omi hug him from behind suddenly.

“Oh, you don’t have to be worried, you know. Aya-chan knows how to take care of herself. And she said that she’d be here by dinner, right?”

Aya tried to wriggle out of Omi’s embrace, “Omi, let go of me.”

Omi responded by letting his right hand travel down Aya’s front.

“Oh, but you’re so nice to hug, Ran-kun,” he whispered the last part.

A brilliant blush blossomed across high cheekbones when Ran heard Omi calling him by his real name. Yohji had trained his kitten well. He could feel his sleeping member rousing under Omi’s kneading hand. Ran felt his knees going weak, and clutched the edge of the table to brace himself.

The redhead panted out, “Omi, what…are you…doing?”

When the blond unbuttoned and unzipped Ran’s jeans, his quivering left hand flew from the edge of the table to cover Omi’s questing appendage, halting his pursuit. Not discouraged in the slightest bit, the shorter boy used his left hand to dislodge Ran’s, lacing his fingers with the taller man, while cupping the taller man with his other hand through his jeans. The redhead let out a surprised gasp when he felt the firm grip, his left hand squeezing Omi’s reflexively.

Ran wanted to stop Omi; he was sure that the people outside would find out about them. Did he lock the door before closing? Oh, what would he do if Yohji or Ken walked in suddenly? Yet, he could not help squirming under Omi and arching into his touches. Omi had slipped his hand into Ran’s jeans and was stroking Ran with determinedly. Ran was not wearing any underwear. He had stopped ever since Yohji had told him to, saying that undergarments were just a useless barrier.

A long moan fell from the swordsman’s lips when he felt deft fingers pinching his nipple under his shirt. Omi had let go of his hand earlier in favor of exploring the redhead’s body. The shorter blond wedged one knee between Ran’s thighs and pressed upwards confidently, earning a whimper from the older man.

“Turn around, Ran-kun, I want to kiss you,” Omi requested in ragged breaths.

When Ran turned to face Omi, the younger boy pulled the redhead down for a kiss. He kept one hand on the flaming locks, holding them down firmly while his mouth plundered Ran’s. He slid his other hand under Ran’s shirt and ran up the pale torso to seek out the redhead’s other nipple, lifting the shirt along the way.

They broke off the kiss when the demand for oxygen became too great to ignore. Omi then transferred his lips to a neglected nipple, sucking earnestly before nipping it slightly, coaxing a shocked gasp from the lips above him. The blond abandoned the nipple, laving and biting his way southwards until he reached his goal. Kneeling in front of Ran, Omi flicked his tongue at Ran’s tip, tasting the redhead. Deciding that he liked the taste, the blond licked up the underside of the shaft before taking the head of Ran’s swollen erection into his mouth and sucking.

Ran could not help bucking his hips up into that wet warmth. He knew he was about to come, could feel the heat pooling at the base of his stomach. He wanted to warn Omi but no coherent sound would get past his lips. Just as he was about to climax, the warm heaven left him. Distressed violet orbs snapped open to see the blond standing up. Omi smiled tenderly at Ran, trying to pacify him. He then urged the redhead to turn around and faced the table. Baffled, Ran complied. He moaned when he felt a tongue at his entrance.

Omi licked around the tight little fissure before pushing in. His strong grip on Ran’s hips prevented the redhead from bucking right into his face. When the swordsman starting pleading with Omi to take him, the shorter boy unzipped his pants and held his erection to guide it into Ran’s body, using the precum as a lubricant. He went slowly, for he did not want to hurt his teammate.

Omi held himself immobile when he was all the way in, letting Ran adjust to having something inside him. Gods, Omi almost lost control when he sank into that tight heat. All he wanted to do was to pound away, but concern for his co-worker held him back and made him wait for Ran. When the redhead thrust back slightly, the blond took it as a sign and began to pull out before sliding in again. After a few thrusts, Omi changed his angle of entry and hit Ran’s prostate, tearing a choked scream that was muted by the older man biting his own knuckles.

One pale hand slid down to grasp the redhead’s furiously leaking erection, pumping it in time to Omi’s thrusts. Both assassins did not last long. Omi came first, his hands squeezing Ran’s hips instinctively, leaving faint bruises. When he felt Omi’s warm release inside him, Ran also reached his pinnacle, his release streaking his own hand and the underside of the table.

Omi pulled his softening member out of Ran and zipped up his pants before collapsing on the floor in fatigue. Ran straightened up and cleaned his hand on a piece of cloth they used to wipe the table. He zipped up his jeans hastily before excusing himself to the bathroom. Omi beamed as the blushing redhead exited the storeroom. Standing up, he dusted himself off before walking out the store into the shop.

“Where have you been, Omi? We’re so busy now and both you and Aya had to go missing!” Ken hollered when he saw Omi emerging from the store.

Omi just gave a sheepish smile and apologized good-naturedly.

Yohji raised one brow and sauntered towards Omi, whispering, “So, what exactly were you and the kitten doing in the store?”

Omi’s face tinged pink at the leer but a lopsided smile from Yohji made him grin too. The older blond winked at him and ruffled his hair before moving to help a grumbling Ken.


ShirouKamui: There, two chapters together ^_~ About another two more chapters to the end of this fic. I shall post them later together when I finish the whole fic. In the meantime, please be gentle and R&R~