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The Dream	By : acmelger Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2068 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Dream
- 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own ideas, but I’ll try not
to think about that, as it makes me cry.

To Goku-kun, who loves this pairing as much as I do, because
honestly I think we’re about it.

~ ~ ~

Who knew Aya slept naked.

Omi blinked a few times, but didn’t stop
staring. It was easily three in the morning and he was on his way back to his
room with a glass of water from the kitchen. Aya’s door was open a crack and
Omi had glanced in on his way past, only to be dragged back by what he saw.

Aya slept on his side facing the door, his light
blanket only covering up to his angular hipbones. Bouncing light from the
window glinted on the long line of his body, illuminating patches of his
stomach and his right arm, which cradled his own waist. His hair shone dark and
lush in the pale light, the jagged edges softening his face.

Omi gulped. Aya looked hot. Okay, he looked more
peaceful in his sleep, but was definitely hot. Also naked. Very naked. Omi
stared, gulped, and stared some more. He should just step away now, go back to
his room. Any minute now he’d walk away and forget all the impure thoughts
about his teammate.

“Omi.”

He heard his name and froze. It was barely a
murmur, almost a trick, but he knew he’d heard his name. He stared at Aya, and
noticed him gently press his hip into the mattress. Omi found himself kneeling
at the side of Aya’s bed, watching him sleep. Aya sighed and looked like he was
having a confusing dream.

Aya rolled his hips. “Omi,” he moaned softly.

Omi gasped. Was Aya dreaming about him? Of
course, with all the perverted dreams he regularly had about Aya he supposed it
was only fair.

Aya slept deeply but the dream was obviously
becoming more intense. Omi’s senses were attuned to every movement, expression
and sound as Aya got more and more worked up. Slight grinding turned into full
blown writhing, and Omi stopped breathing as the light blanket slipped a few
inches, revealing a glorious ghostly erection jutting from blood red curls. Omi
blinked. Omi blinked again. Aya was dreaming t hit him, and he had caused
*that*.

Omi felt powerful suddenly. Everyone treated him
like a much younger brother, though he was nearly eighteen. He’d had torrid
dreams about each of his teammates (and a couple members of Schwarz), but he
knew he had actual feelings about Aya. Of all of them, he treated him with
respect for his talents, and for all he had the potential to be. Still, even
though Omi knew he was more than a little in love with Aya, he could never tell
him. At least, not while he was awake.

Omi stared at Aya’s groin, and then at the look
of slack pleasure on his face. Aya wasn’t awake right now.

Before he even finished the thought, he realized
his fingers were ghosting up the pulsing column of flesh. He rubbed his thumb
into the slit, gathering precious drops of precum and bringing it to his lips.
Aya tasted good – salty and sweet, musky and clean. Omi scooted closer, licking
where his fingers had been. Aya twitched into his tongue, so Omi took the tip
gently into his mouth and rolled it like a sucker. Aya groaned and Omi nearly
choked, but he relaxed when Aya kept sleeping.

Omi employed all the knowledge he’d gleaned from
the internet to giis fis first blow job. He alternated deep throating with
keeping only the head in his mouth, letting his hands stroke the firm inner
thighs and cup the heavy ball sac.

He was mentally congratulating himself on doing
such a good job for a first timer when Aya exploded down his throat. He
swallowed as fast as he could, and only choked a little. He pulled back and
kissed the tip goodbye.

“Omi?”

Blue eyes grew huge and met Aya’s gaze. He was
onlighlightly awake and obviously confused. Omi decided to emulate the great
Kudoh and see if he could brazen it out. “Naughty Aya,” he cooed, “to use me in
your dreams like this.”

“Dream?” Aya asked groggily, obviously fast
falling asleep again.

“What else would it be?”

Aya was asleep in another minute, and Omi
crawled out on his belly, doing his best not to disturb him. He gulped the
entire abandoned glass of water in the hall, and stumbled to his room to try
and sleep.

~ ~ ~

It had been one week since Omi had discovered
Aya slept naked. He’d brought Aya to completion twice more while he slept, and
watched him dream two other times. He tried to stay away, but couldn’t seem to
do it.

He thought Aya might suspect something, but he’d
only acted different that first morning, when he kept looking at Omi like he
was trying to figure something out. Obviously the whole thing was too strange
to him, and he seemed to have given up.

Omi’s clock read two am. It was almost time to
visit Aya. He closed his laptop with a soft click, happy to be done with his
research. He was glad of the upcoming mission. He was surfing the internet for
Weiss, not frustrating himself with graphic details of acts he may never be
allowed to perform.

He quietly stationed himself outside Aya’s door
and waited. He heard regular breathing, but he couldn’t tell if Aya was
dreaming. He told himself as he had every night this week that this would be the
last time. He was taking advantage ya, ya, even if he wanted it subconsciously,
and he knew the proud man may never forgive him.

Actually, he told himself, he should be true to
himself and stop now. He looked at his bedroom door. Yes, he should just go back
to bed and put this whole sorry episode behind him. They both deserved better
than this, right?

Just as he started to push himself off the floor
and was registering the silence from Ayroomroom, he felt a firm grip on his
shoulder. He closed his eyes and gulped as he was pulled into the room and
thrown on the bed. He heard the door close and lock, and was left in menacing
silence.

“Omi,” Aya said tersely.

Omi shook his head and kept his eyes closed.
Fists gripped him and rolled him on his back. He scrunched his eyes shut and
was rewarded with a knee resting on his stomach, not punishing but holding a
threat nonetheless.

“I imagine you thought I’d be sleeping.” Aya’s
cold tone hurt him though he knew he deserved it.

“I just,” Omi murmured.

Aya nudged his soft belly with his knees. “You
just what?”

“I just wanted to be with you.” Omi flushed as
he quietly began to cry. Well, the day just kept getting better. Convincing
himself not to be a coward, he opened his eyes.

Aya was blinking at him, confused. “You wanted
to be with me?” The voice was calm and collected, but there was the tiniest
thread of doubt in it.

Omi knew Aya better than the other man realized.
He’d been betrayed so often of course he’d see Omi’s actions as an attack of
some sort. “Oh Aya,” he sighed, smiling tremulously up at him. “If I could have
done that to you while you were awake, don’t you think I would have?”

“You assaulted me.”

Omi shook his head. “I only wanted to please
you. To be close to you. I know you can never forgive me for taking advantage,
but I need you to understand I didn’t mean it in any bad way. I made you smile,
Aya, even if you were mostly asleep at the time.” Aya just stared at him and
after several endless minutes Omi sighed. “Okay, I’ll go now. I’m sure you’ll
think up some terrible punishment for me, and I deserve it, but I can’t just
lie here while you stare at me like that.”

He tried to get up, but Aya pushed him back
down. “Aya, what?” He was cut off as Aya claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss.
He wrapped himself around all that wonderful pressure and groaned.

Aya knew Omi needed a lesson about not finishing
what he started. He’d known since the first day what Omi was doing, though it
had been hard to believe. Omi’s guileless eyes and tell-tale blushes had given
him away. He’d been willing to see where Omi was going with it, but he never
tried to wake him up so he could participate, and that was more than a little
offensive, like Omi only wanted a body and happened to use his. And he’d only
returned twice! kne knew he’d sat out in the hall a couple of times, and also
that he’d snapped tonight. He didn’t like this kind of tension. He wasn’t
asexual, as Yoji liked to believe, but he was choosy and didn’t bring his
personal life home.

He’d always harbored desires for Omi, as well as
genuine fondness but was waiting until he grew up. Now that Omi had decided he
was adult, it was time for Aya to show him all that entailed. It would serve
him right for all those nights of torture.

Aya tried to draw back, but Omi whimpered and
gripped him with arms and legs. Aya chuckled – to himself, of course – and
pushed Omi back. “Wait here,” he murmured.

Omi felt dejected and alone, even though Aya was
only a few feet away adjusting the window shade to let in more light from the
street. He suddenly realized Aya was naked and grinned like an idiot, bouncing
up to his knees in the middle of the bed. “You know, I always imagined you’d
wear pajamas,” he chuckled. “Maybe the kind that buttons up to the neck. You
know, like old men wear?”

Aya shook his head. This was not a conversation
he intended to have, especially not now. “I don’t like feeling strangled in my
sleep.” Yet obviously he was having this conversation anyway.

Omi watched as Aya checked his bedside drawer
and flipped on a dim lamp. “So how do you sleep with people?”

Aya blinked. “I don’t.” He climbed into the bed
and hovered near Omi’s slight form. “Has anyone ever told you you talk a lot?”

Omi smiled cheekily. “You do. Have you ever
thought maybe you don’t talk enough?”

“No,” Aya said, deadpan.

Omi giggled, clutching his stomach and leaning
his head onto Aya’s shoulder. Aya’s lips formed a small crooked smile despite
himself. However, a giggle fit was noing ing to get him where he wanted to be,
so he wrapped his arms around Omi with firm yet gentle pressure and pulled
their bodies together. He felt perversely protective holding him, although they
were both skilled assassins. He pulled him a little tighter and sighed.

The blonde felt the sigh on his neck and shivered.
An intectiective Aya was unlikely to get him laid, so he’d have to head off
whatever thoughts he was having. He nibbled at the tender skin where Aya’s neck
met his shoulder, and thrilled at the tremor that ran through that pale body.

Aya reached down and grabbed Omi’s hips,
grinding into him and making his growing erection twitch painfully. They were
either going to have to slow down or speed up, because this was torture.

Omi was in agony. One grind and he was ready to
let go. He needed to salvage his dignity, and to do that he needed to distract
himself from the actions of Aya’s hips. He nuzzled into Aya’s hair, pleased by
how soft it was against his cheeks, and nibbled on Aya’s ear. Aya gasped and
threw his head back so Omi could tease the delicate skin behind the lobe.

Aya let Omi have his way with his ear while he
began to explore the planes of the younger man’s chest. Omi always looked so
young and unformed compared to the rest of them, but his hands found taut firm
muscles under the tender skin.

Omi gasped as Aya tweaked his nipple. He smiled
as Aya ruthlessly exploited his sensitivity, caressing and squeezing both
pointed nubs. He caught a flash of red as Aya lowered his mouth to the chest
before him and brought tongue and teeth into play. Omi shivered writwrithed,
trying to get closer even as he was overwhelmed.

Aya used his hands as he moved his mouth in a
line down Omi’s body. He settled in the adorable belly button, sucking and
nipping until Omi collapsed, landing diagonally on the bed. Aya’s eyes glinted
predatorily at the submissiveness.

Omi murmured happily as he felt Aya pull off his
pajama pants. He stilled as he watched Aya study him. Aya noticed and arched
his brow. Omi’s hands fluttered up, as if he were going to cover himself. Aya grabbed
and pinned his wrists over his head in half a second and smirked at Omi’s
shock. Aya was now above him, his knees straddling his hips, but their bodies
weren’t touching. Omi arched up, seeking any contact, but Aya rose to deny him.
They repeated this twice until Omi settled onto the bed defeated. He watched
Aya smile stiffly and finally lower his hips that last inch.

They both gasped, overwhelmed by the pulsing
heat where their arousals met. Aya ground down and Omi ground back until their
cocks were sliding against one another.

Aya pulled back suddenly, breathing harshly. He
nudged Omi until he moved, situating him with his head on the pillows. Aya lay
on his side next to him, and he finally leaned in for a kiss. It began
chastely, full of soft isesises, but quickly grew until Omi was moaning
continuously as Aya claimed and branded him with his lips.

Aya tucked his hair behind his ears as he
quickly moved down and swallowed Omi whole. The boy’s body bowed and flexed,
but Aya held his hips down firmly. He released him shortly and ran his tongue
up the seam where Omi’s leg and hip met, then moved to the other side. He bit
gently at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, pulling at tkin kin and then
soothing it with his lips. He stroked Omi with his callused fingers as his face
dipped and he sucked the velvety sac into this mouth, rolling gently.

Omi barely registered Aya hovering over him
before he heard a drawer open and knew Aya was searching for something. His
eyes hadn’t even open yet when Aya took him into his mouth again and moved a
finger back trclercle that tight ring of muscle. Omi shivered and begged,
twisting and bucking into Aya’s mouth.

Aya squeezed lube on his fingers and rubbed them
together until it was warm. Taking Omi deeper into his mouth, he pushed one
finger inside. Omi gasped and stopped moving for a moment, but then tipped his
hips up in supplication. Aya waited until Omi was riding his finger before he
added another.

Omi felt glorious. Every nerve in his body was
humming with energy and he thought that if he died right now he’d be a very
happy corpse. Then Aya added a third finger while focusing his attention on the
bundle of nerves under the head of his cock and he nearly cried. Aya hooked his
fingers inside, hitting something that sent tremors through Omi’s body.

Aya couldn’t take anymore. He pulled back and
coated himself with shaking hands. He pulled at Omi’s hips until the younger
man was on his hands and knees, his forehead lost in the plush pillows. Aya
knew Omi would probably appreciate being able to look him in the eye, but he
thought he’d be better able to control his entry this way.

He placed himself at Omi’s flushed entrance and
guided his head in. He made it just past the outer ring of muscle and paused,
letting Omi adjust. Omi pulled away for a moment, surprised by the sharp pain,
but breathing slowly he got past it and relaxed. He moved back a bit to let Aya
know he was ready.

Aya pushed forward slowly and relentlessly until
he was fully seated. He stopped and closed his eyes, trying desperately to
distract himself. Omi was so tight. And hot. Tight and hot and velvety.
“Tight,” he grunted, digging his fingers into Omi’s tender hips. After a few
long seconds Omi rocked back against him.

“Aya, please,” Omi begged, blinking prettily
back over his shoulder.

Well damn, Aya thought, pulling out and
thrusting back in. Omi’s walls gripped him cruelly, tormenting him as he tried
to maintain his famous iron control. He kept the pace slow so he felt every bit
of skin rubbing and clinging inside.

Omi spread his knees and arched his back,
pulling Aya further inside. He wanted to be taken and pounded into the mattress
but Aya was treating him like spun glass. He arched again but Aya pulled back,
so he clenched hard. Aya’s throaty groan brought a smile to Omi’s face, so he
rolled his hips and gave Aya what he hoped was a saucy look.

Aya caught the challenge. He angled his hips and
plunged down, stimulating Omi’s prostate relentlessly. It made Omi look like
some wanton angel in the moonlight as he stammered and gasped and rammed his
hips back. Aya slapped one perfect alabaster butt cheek and gloried in the pink
stain on the skin and Omi’s ragged moan. He loosened his grip and brought his
hand down repeatedly with the rhythm of his hips and kept hitting Omi’s
prostate, until his lover moaned continuously and wiggled his hips back for
more.

Omi was trembling, and Aya knew they were both
close. He reached down and took Omi’s neglected cock in his hands, pumping him.
He sped up, and the only sounds were slapping skin and ragged breath. Finally
Omi choked, sputtered and came in Aya’s hand, calling out his name like a
prayer.

Aya was right behind him. “Omi,” he groaned,
gripping fiercely at his waist as he filled him. They only remained upright for
another second before collapsing into an unlikely but comfortable tangle of
limbs.

Aya fought sleep – he was lethargic suddenly.
After arguing with himself, he carefully disentangled. He came back after
cleaning himself and took care of Omi, who smiled limply and stretched. Aya
started pulling the sheets off the bed and shooed Omi away. When he was done he
looked back and noticed Omi standing by the door untangling his discarded
pajama pants. “The bed’s ready,” Aya said, replacing the pillows and climbing
in.
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