CONFESSIONS I

this fic is NOT yet edited. excuse the typos and some grammatical errors

Disclaimers: Weiß Kreuz and its characters are the property of Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiß. I do not claim them as my own. I’m just borrowing these for entertainment purposes. I do not make profit out of these.

Warnings: This is a shounen-ai fanfic. In addition, this also contains lemon. Therefore, this fic is yaoi and for adult readers only. For those of you who are offended by male/male relationship, you better not read this.

Author’s notes (A/N): Reviews are welcome. You can send your comments on this email address. Flames however are not welcome because, I have already warned you guys enough on what kind of fic this is. ^_^; also... ifever, there are some similarities with other fanfics... i assure you, that that is purely coincidental..

CONFESSIONS
SIN, WHEN ARE YOU GONNA LEARN?

Rating: NC-17 (Strictly for mature readers only)
Type: OOC, Yaoi, Lemon and Orange
Characters: Yohji Kudou Ken Hidaka
Omi Tsukiyono Aya Fujimiya


It was already 11 in the evening and Ken was not yet home… so was Aya. They were appointed by Persia to investigate the Schwarz’ hideout. Originally, all Weiss were appointed to do the mission but Yohji said that he won’t do accept the mission because Aya and Ken alone can do it; therefore, there was no need for his help. Omi, on the other hand, already did the research so Persia gave him a day-off from the fieldwork.

Omi was lying on his bed staring outside his window. Omi was not glad not having Ken and Aya around the house. The house was boring without Ken’s constant mischief and Aya’s growls when he tries to make Ken shut up. Of all the times that Ken can disappear, he chose now… just when Omi needed to talk to him about something very sensitive…

Meanwhile in the other room, Yohji was trying hard to get an eye shut. He just went home from a disaster date with this cute waitress whom he met at the French restaurant that he went to earlier that day.

He took off his shoes, socks and shirt. He felt a sudden chill as he settled on his bed with nothing but his pants on. He stared at the windows. No wonder. He thought. The night air filled his room because the windows were open. He got up and closed the windows, then he lied again on his bed. Thinking.

“I can’t believe that girls nowadays are so aggressive.” Yohji whispered as he shifted himself to a fetal position. “Asuka, why did you have to leave?” He closed his eyes and he let himself drift off to the day that Asuka died. A single tear fell from his eye.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Come in.” Yohji loudly said as he sat on the edge of his bed to welcome his visitor. He knew very well that it was Omi.

Omi appeared before him dressed in his usual sleeping attire – a loose khaki drawstring pants. He wore no shirt nor slippers. Yohji just realized the Omi was no longer a young boy. Judging by how Omi looked without a shirt proved his realization correct. Omi used to have a lanky physique, but now, he was pretty muscular for his age. Probably due to years of being an assassin Yohji thought.

“What is it?” Yohji asked the young boy. “Came here to talk about girls?”

Omi blushed a little and shook his head. Yohji smiled at how his words affected the boy.

“Actually, I was kinda feeling lonely sitting alone in my room. I miss Ken and Aya. Especially now that I really need Ken cause I want to talk about something that has been bothering me for months.” Omi pouted his lips a little.

Yohji curled his lips into a smile as he saw how cute the boy looked when he pouted.

“Yohji-kun!” Omi stomped his foot. “You’re not listening!”

“Hai, hai!” Yohji brushed his blond locks away from his face. “I’m sorry. I can listen to you until Ken gets home. Sit beside me, bishounen.” A silly smile escaped Yohji’s lips. A minute ago, he was occupied by Asuka’s memory and now, he was distracted by Omi’s physique.

Omi slowly shut the door and walked to sit on the empty computer chair, which was positioned adjacent to Yohji’s bed.

Yohji lied on his bed facing Omi. “Spill whatever it is bothering you.”

“I already told you!” Omi pouted again. “You really were not listening! I said, I kinda miss two, especially Ken! I mean, I’m not used not having the two of the around.”

“You miss Ken? Does that mean…you.. you are…” Yohji laughed as he teased Omi
With his words, Omi’s face reddened. Yohji stopped his laughing. He had never guessed.

“Oh my God.” Yohji whispered under his breath. “Ne, Omi, you can’t be gay. I mean, you did love that blue haired Taketori girl. There’s no way, you can’t be gay, right?” He said.

“That’s what’s bothering me…” The boy stared at Yohji. His blue eyes bored into Yohji’s emerald green eyes. “I… I’m confused.”

“What do you mean?” Yohji sat up straight.

“I’m confused about my sexuality.” Tears were forming at both sides of the young boy’s eyes.

Yohji smiled to himself. “That’s normal for someone your age. Don’t worry about it.” He reached out at Omi’s hair and gently stroked them two times.

Again, Omi stared at Yohji’s green eyes. “Honto-ne?”

Yohji smiled a little and nodded. He stood up from his bed and headed towards the little bar that he had placed at the corner of his room. He got out a bottle of scotch from the liquor cabinet and helped himself a quarter of a glass. He headed back to sit on the bed to talk with Omi again.

“Can I try that?” Omi asked as he reached for the glass Yohji was holding.

“Here.” He handed the scorch to Omi. “But, I’m warning you… that might be a little strong for you.”

Ignoring Yohji’s warning, he took a small sip from the glass. As soon as the liquor touched his tongue, he handed it back to Yohji. His face twitched with disgust.

As Yohji get the glass from Omi’s hand, He smirked. “Don’t tell me that I did not warn you, kiddo.”

“Will you quit calling me a kid?” Omi snapped. His faced turned serious. “I want to talk. I want you to talk to me as an adult. I’ve got issues here.”

Omi continued to talk about his problem.

Yohji completely understood what Omi is going through. He was once as confused as the kid. He remembered the nights he had spend with Asuka. Those endless nights that they spend being together… talking, laughing… making love… Then his thoughts drifted to the day when Persia introduced Omi to the team. On the first moment that he set eyes on the kid, he new the kid was different. He felt a magnetic force attracting him to the boy. The boy was just too innocent and at the same time too sensual for him. There were nights that we would allow himself to think about Omi. How he would love to touch the boy. Immediately then, he realized that he might be bisexual. Initially, he was disgusted with himself but as time flies, as he spent more and more hours with Omi, he changed his mind. He decided to open his mind to the possibility. Just two weeks ago, he dreamed about a woman, whom he concluded in his dream to be Asuka, kissing him, but as soon as their kiss ended, it wasn’t Asuka’s face he saw. It was Omi’s. Right away, he realized that his hunch was correct. He’s a bi.

Shaking those thoughts away, he tried to listen to what Omi was saying. He completely got lost in his thoughts that he his mind did not register Omi’s words. As soon as he snapped back to reality, he saw Omi’s eyes staring down at the floor.

“Ne, Yohji-kun, I think I’m not that straight of a man.” Omi was silent.

“It’s okay. I’m sure the two will understand. Don’t worry, we won’t treat you any different.” Yohji assured Omi.

“There’s one more thing. I need to confess something”

“What is it?” Yohji asked.

“It’s going to take a lot of effort. I think it’s better if I drink a little just to give myself enough confidence.”

Yohji stared at young Omi. His eyes wandered to Omi’s huge blue eyes and tiny lips. Then Omi licked his lips, which made Yohji a little bit uncomfortable himself. Maybe getting drunk is a good idea. He thought. He took a big swig from his glass. He closed his eyes as he felt the scotch flowing in his throat giving him a hot feeling in his chest.

“There is a six-pack inside the frige. Grab some.”

Omi stood up from his chair and walked towards the frige. The light from the fridge softly touched Omi’s chest. Yohji smirked at his sight. Just as soon as Omi got the beer cans, he headed towards Yohji.

He sat on the middle of Yohji’s bed and there he settled the cans. Yohji moved himself to the headboard where he leaned. He was watching the younger boy as he (Omi) opened two cans of beer and offered Yohji one.

Yohji put his scotch glass on the side table and got the beer from Omi. He stared at Omi as the kid tried to drink all the beer. Again, Yohji’s imagination consumed him. His mind played the look of Omi in his dream. Omi then as drenched in sweat, breathing almost as the same pace as he was…

“I’m ready to talk.” Omi’s words interrupted Yohji.

Yohji stared at his can of beer that he was holding. It was still full, untouched. Then, he glanced at the four empty beer cans surrounding Omi. Omi was completely red, which proved that the alcohol had kicked in.

How long was I lost in my thoughts? Yohji wondered. He smiled at the boy before him. “Shoot.”

Omi sighed hard.

Yohji was getting nervous. He has no idea what Omi was going to say. What if he says that he is attracted to Ken? Or worse, if he is in love with Ken? His mind was going in circles. He does not know what to think anymore. He surely can’t accept that Omi, his only inspiration after Asuka died, is in love with somebody else other than him. He could hear his heart pumping as well as his pulse. It’s deafening.

“Yohji… I…” Omi stammered.

“What? Don’t be afraid, you can tell me.” He put on his smile trying to cover up his nervousness. I have to be ready at what ever it is that he might say… But the thought of Omi falling in love with Ken makes him really jealous. Again, Yohji’s mind was going in circles.

“I love you…” Omi whispered.

“Huh?” Yohji couldn’t believe his ears. “What did you say?”

“I said…” Omi sighed again, “I love you, Yohji-kun.”

It was louder this time.

Yohji was speechless. It felt as if Omi managed to steal away all his words away. He felt relieved and happy but at the same time confused.

“Yohji-kun, say something.” Omi begged him. “Say anything. Reject me… Hate me… tell me anything. I want to know how you feel about this!”

“O-Omi, I don’t know what to say…” Yohji replied, still confused.

“Just say anything! Gods! This is the most courageous thing I have ever done in my –“

Omi was not given the chance to finish his sentence. Yohji’s gentle fingers ran on Omi’s face, tracing the outline of his jaw… He was deeply looking into the blue-eyed kid.

“Are you sure you’re not just drunk?” Yohji asked softly. He was still staring at the boy.

“No.” Omi answered quietly. He can’t return Yohji’s stare for he was too shy.

Yohji drew his face nearer towards Omi, he had not yet taken his eyes off Omi’s. He could still smell the alcohol from Omi’s breath. Just as their lips were a few millimeters apart, Omi met Yohji’s stare and as he saw Yohji close his eyes, he closed his too. When their lips met, a wave of contentment filled Omi.

Judging by the way Omi’s body reacted and by Omi’s nervous kiss, Yohji concluded that this was Omi’s first kiss – and he doesn’t want anything to go wrong. He decided to be gentle.

He kissed the younger boy with so much care and passion yet gentle. When Yohji pulled away from their kiss, Omi blushed furiously.

“What about Ken?” Yohji slowly asked Omi as not to ruin their moment.

Omi pouted again in the same cute way as he did a while ago. “You really were not listening!” He said in a high pitched voice that he normally does when he wanted to act pitiful.

“I’m sorry, I was getting lost in my own images of you.” Yohji sexily smiled at Omi.
This caused Omi to blush even more furiously. Then after a while, Omi’s face became serious. He looked at Yohji straight in the eyes as if he really wanted him to believe his words.

“Ken and I…” Omi started.

Yohji’s heart began to beat rapidly again – anticipating what Omi would say.

“Ken and I are… no more than friends. He treats me like his little brother.” There was a little smile that crept Omi’s face. “There were many times that we would seek out at night, careful so as not to wake you and Aya up, and we would just go the park and talk about stuff.”

Seek out? Park? Stuff? Yohji thought nervously about how dangerous those words can be. “What stuff?” He asked curiously.

“You and Aya…”

“Me and Aya?”

“Yes.” Omi nodded. “Didn’t you notice how Ken and Aya treat each other?”

“Yes. But, they don’t act close at all.” Yohji was not confused.

“Precisely.” Omi answered “They don’t want us to know about their little game.”

“O…k…” Yohji was totally confused. He decided he needed to detach himself from his own world and snap back to reality. He was totally getting behind! “And may I ask why you two would talk about me?”

Omi chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Yohji demanded as he pushed away the beer cans to the floor as to clear the bed.

“You are so clueless, Yohji-kun.” Omi said. “We were talking about you because you tend to be so absorbed into your private thoughts these past two weeks.”

“Was not!” Yohji opposed Omi. He knew that boy was right. But, he just wanted to break the wall between them.

“Was too!” Omi playfully tugged Yohji’s cross necklace that was identical to his as well as to the other Weiss.

“Was not!” Yohji argued Omi as Omi pulled him closer to him.

“You never give up, do you?” Omi said.

“You bet!” Yohji said as he reached for Omi hair and managed to mess up Omi’s used-to-be neatly combed hair.

Omi was practically in Yohji’s embrace and Yohji tried to tickle Omi. Omi was seemed to be enjoying their little wrestling match. Yohji, on the other hand, was careful not to hurt Omi.

“Okay, I give up.” Omi said breathlessly. “You win…”

Omi felt spent into Yohji’s embrace. Yohji loved the way Omi fit in his arms. The young boy was grasping for breath and he liked seeing Omi that way. Omi’s face was relaxed and his body had droplets of sweat forming. Just like in his dream.

Realizing how intimate their position was, Omi tried to break free from Yohji’s embrace. However, Yohji did not allow him too.

“Yohji-kun…”

“No, Omi, I won’t let you be alone again tonight” Yohji looked down at Omi and planted a little smack on Omi forehead.

But Omi knew that what Yohji said was not about just that night. He knew that Yohji meant that he would never leave him anymore.

Omi smiled sweetly at Yohji, then his sweet smile turned to an incredibly naughty one. “Ne, Yohji-kun, did you know that I caught Aya and Ken having sex in the hallway? Just in front of your door.”

“Eh?” Yohji released Omi so Omi could position himself in such a way that Omi’s knees were on either sides of his hips and could sit on his thighs, which were currently curled because of his Indian sit. “How did they react when they saw you?”

“They allowed me to watch.” Omi said casually

“What?!?” Yohji was shocked.

“Yup! Do you want me to show you what they did?” Omi offered sweetly

“I… ah….” Yohji was speechless again. Damn!

Omi kissed Yohji. But, this time, Omi slightly opened his lips, deepening the kiss. Yohji was amazed how Omi kissed. The young boy seemed to know what he was doing. Yohji let his body to take over. He opened his mouth a little bit so that he could let his tongue dance inside Omi’s mouth. To his surprise, Omi responded as eagerly as he was.

Not breaking their kiss, Omi grasped at Yohji’s bare shoulders pulling Yohji closer to him. Yohji obediently followed Omi’s lead. Slowly Omi lied, sandwiched between Yohji and the bed. He could feel himself grow hard.

Yohji felt how Omi reacted. He broke the kiss.

“Looks, like someone here needs attention…” Yohji teased.

Omi looked away, embarrassed.

“Ne, Omi, do you trust me?” Yohji asked Omi.

Omi nodded.

“Then, would you be mine tonight?” Yohji stared Omi with deep sincerity.

Omi smiled, “Of course.”

Yohji, satisfied with Omi’s answer, lowered himself again to kiss Omi. The kiss was brief. Yohji did not want to waste any more time. He was aware of Omi’s needs.

He planted kisses on Omi’s neck. He could hear Omi breathing a little harder. Yohji mentally congratulated himself as he moved to kiss Omi’s chest. He nibbled the flesh there for few times and shifted to one of Omi’s nipples. Omi’s response was a moan. He knew just now how sensitive Omi’s nipples are. Then, he stopped.

“Don’t stop, Yohji-kun.” Omi begged.

“Are you sure about this, Omi?”

“Yes.”

As soon as Omi replied Yohji managed to pull off Omi’s pants with his boxers. This revealed how big Omi is. Gods! Omi is around seven and a half inches! Considering his age and his height, he pretty big! Yohji thought. No! Even if his not only seventeen years old, anyone with a cock longer than six and a half is big!

Yohji took all of Omi at once and this caused the boy to grasp for air. He jerked his head up and down is a rapid motion. His sucks were too hard for little, virgin Omi and Yohji could already taste the pre-cum. He knew that Omi was going to cum soon. He continued what he was doing and it was taking Omi to the edge.

To Yohji’s dismay, a few minutes had passed and still Omi was not yet cumming. He didn’t know that Omi can hold back this long. Challenged, Yohji sucked even harder and a few seconds more, Omi came.

Yohji gladly took all of Omi. After Omi came, Yohji watched Omi relax at the after glow of his orgasm.

“That was nice… Yohji-kun…” Omi said breathlessly at Yohji.

“But, you haven’t felt all, bishounen.” Yohji smiled wickedly as he threw off his own pants and boxers away, letting Omi see all of him.

Omi blushed a deep shape of pink.

“Enjoying with what you’re seeing?” Yohji teased.

Omi swallowed hard at the size of Yohji. Omi could conclude that Yohji is a healthy, thick eight inches. Yohji reached for a small bottle from the side table.

Omi quickly recognized that bottle. That is like the same bottle that I saw Ken as holding when Ken and Aya had sex. Oh my god! Is Yohji going to take me?

“You bet, I would!” Yohji smirked as he put a generous amount of lubricant onto his stiff cock.

“Did I just say that out loud?” Omi asked.

“Yeah.” Yohji casually replied as he positioned himself between Omi’s thighs. He kissed Omi again. The kiss was a passionate as before.

Slowly, Yohji entered Omi. The feeling was too painful for Omi. He let out dozens of short cries as Yohji slowly entered him. He could feel his muscles loosen to welcome the intruder. He could feel the tiny trickles of blood from his rear slowly dripping on the silk covers of the bed.

After a few pumps, Yohji stopped, still inside Omi to let Omi adjust to his size. He could see Omi’s face flushed with the pains of his first fuck. After a few seconds or so, he saw his face slowly relaxing. Taking this as a sign that Omi had already adjusted, he began pumping again slowly, careful as not to hurt Omi.

He cursed at how tight Omi was. His pumps began catching some speed and caused Omi to squeeze his eyes shut.

Omi was well aware that Yohji was bringing him to the edge – again.

“No, don’t shut your eyes. Look at me.” Yohji said

Being the uke, Omi obediently followed Yohji. He opened his eyes and met Yohji’s stare. Yohji’s green eyes were half closed but still were pinned into his as Yohji thrust him. They stared at each other as they had sex.

Soon, both of them can’t take it anymore.

“Yohji-kun, I… ah… I…” Omi can’t seem to concentrate on what he was going to say.

“Shhh… I know. I can’t hold back too.” Yohji finished Omi’s sentence.

Being aware of their bodies demands, Yohji thrust faster. Getting a new wave of sensation, Omi, himself, moved his hips to meet Yohji.

The bed started shaking.

The room was filled with their moans.

The bed started to smell like their sweat – musky and yet with a hint of faint flowers.

He both could not take it much longer. They came at the same time – Yohji, inside Omi, and Omi, at their lower abdomen… still not taking their eyes off each other.

Yohji was still adoring how Omi looked while they both came. Omi was obviously lost in his orgasm.

Spent and tired, Yohji withdrew from Omi and settled beside Omi. Omi turned to face him.

“Yohji-kun, are you happy?” Omi asked his seme

Yohji smiled and thought about Asuka and their love making. That was good but he knew that this one was better. He kissed Omi lightly at his cheek and said, “Of course, I have never been happier… Anyway, you never got the chance to show me what you learned as you watch those two…”

“Now? Do really want to know right now what I have learned?” Omi asked, eyes half-closed.

“Are you that tired, bishounen?” Yohji teased Omi in a sexy subtle way.

“Not really… I’m just feeling lazy…” Omi said.

“Pretty please?” Yohji begged. His eyes turned huge like Omi’s.

“Darn! You know very well that no one can resist you.” Omi sat on lying Yohji. “You know, you should be careful what you wish for… you might just get it.” A naughty smile crept Omi’s face.

“Oh yeah?” Yohji smiled. He could almost feel his erection again. “Damn! Just cut the crap and show me how you can pleasure me!” He snapped.

“Hai…hai! But, I won’t show you what I learned. Rather, I’ll show you my original ideas”

Omi moved on top of Yohji. He kissed Yohji in such a way that he wanted to show how he could drive him insane. Moments later, Omi could feel his erection against Yohji’s. A wicked thought popped inside Omi’s mind. He broke their kiss.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yohji disappointedly asked Omi.

“Learn how to wait, Yohji-kun.” Omi smiled as he got off Yohji to reach for a new can of beer.

“A beer? You stopped for a beer?” Yohji can’t believe what he saw.

“Shut up, will you?” Omi snapped.

“Oh my! My bishounen has an attitude after all!” Yohji laughed a little.

Omi opened the can and a took a huge gulped from it. After that, he leaned at Yohji signaling for another kiss.

Yohji could taste the beer from Omi’s mouth, just like a while ago. Omi opened his mouth, and so did Yohji. Omi could feel Yohji’s tongue eagerly searching for his. He was definitely determined to move as the same pace as his lover, so he fanatically moved his tongue inside Yohji’s mouth.

As they were kissing, Omi poured beer onto Yohji’s upper body and this caused Yohji to break the kiss. Omi let out a little giggle.

The beer felt cold on Yohji’s chest, which made Yohji’s nipples to get hard.

“What are you going to do?” Yohji asked. Confused but excited at the same time

“Shut up.” Omi said softly.

Yohji gave up and decided to let Omi experiment.

Omi moved onto Yohji’s neck. There he licked Yohji. He could hear Yohji breathe faster and he knew he was doing it right. Gaining more confidence he went to give attention to Yohji’s already hard nipples. Again, he licked the beer off.

Oh my god! I didn’t know Omi can be this good… not to mention creative! Yohji thought as Omi’s warm tongue lick off the cold beer. Omi’s warmth and the coolness of the beer felt good on his bare skin.

His thoughts were interrupted as Omi’s palm massaged Yohji’s balls.

“Hey, Omi… what are you doing?” Yohji breathlessly asked.

“I’m doing what my guts tell me to.” Omi smiled as he took off from Yohji’s chest and completely focused on Yohji’s cock.

His grabbed Yohji’s dick and moved his hand up and down. Yohji threw his head back to the pillow and started to moan.

“Am I doing this right?” Omi sweetly asked.

“Yeah… Just don’t stop.” Yohji managed to choke out.

Gaining even more confidence, Omi picked up his pace. His right hand which he used to give Yohji a hand job was putting up more speed while the other hand massaged Yohji’s balls. Slowly, he removed his right hand and replaced it with his mouth.

Yohji felt as Omi’s warm mouth embrace his dick. He felt wonderful as he was building an orgasm.

Omi sucked Yohji as hard as he could. Friction between Omi’s tongue and his dick was slowly building up. Yohji knew that he was going to cum soon, but so did Omi. Omi even sucked hard throwing Yohji to the brink of orgasm. After a few minutes, Yohji closed his eyes and came. Omi swallowed it all as he watched Yohji’s face.

Proud of his job, Omi sat on Yohji.

“Yohji-kun, did I do it right?” Omi asked.

“Yeah… you were great.” Yohji assured his lover.

Omi returned his smile. “Thank you, Yohji-kun.”

“No…” Yohji shook his head slightly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Omi asked.

“For making me realize that no matter what happened in the past, there is always a tomorrow to look forward to.”

“Really? I made you realize that?”

“Yes. But not only that.”

“Huh?”

“You made me realize that I really do care about you.” Yohji said softly

“Honto-ne?” Omi blinked

Yohji sighed as signaled Omi to face the other direction. As soon as Omi settled into the fetal position beside Yohji, Yohji put his arms around Omi.

“Omi,” Yohji whispered into Omi’s hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too” Omi replied as quietly as Yohji did.

Satisfied with their blossoming relationship, both fell into slumber.

*** Later that dawn, Aya and Ken arrived from their mission. Ken wanted to check on Omi before he goes to sleep.

Ken went into Omi’s room only to find an empty bed. He called on Aya, who quickly went towards him.

“Have you seen Omi?” Ken asked.

“No. Why?”

“He’s not in his room.”

“Did you check Yohji’s room?” Aya suggested.

“What would he be doing inside Yohji’s room” Ken asked.

“You’ll never know.”

“hai, hai! I’ll check him in Yohji’s room.” Ken said.

The two of the headed towards Yohji’s room. Aya opened the door and they took a peek. There they saw the two Weiss, sleeping, hugging each other.

Ken became aware of the activities that Omi and Yohji did.

“Who would have thought…” Ken told Aya and he closed the door, leaving Omi and Yohji alone.

Aya chuckled and pulled Ken close.

“You know, I’m not really tired yet.” Aya suggestively told Ken.

Ken put his arms around Aya. “You’re bed or mine?”

“No.” Aya shook his head and pointed at Yohji’s room.

“But, they might wake up and see us…” Ken complained

“That’s what makes this exciting, don’t you think?”