[Weiß Kreuz] In Morning's Light Title: In Morning's Light Authors:trio and petermaxwell Characters: Fujimiya Ran and Tsukiyono Omi Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Theme Set: LW2 Theme(s): Change of Heart Warnings and Notes: Shounen-ai
Ran shifted, his eyes opening slowly to an all-too-familiar ceiling. He stared at it blankly for a long minute, then sighed softly, starting to turn toward the window before realizing that there was warmth on one side. ...Omi. The events of the night before came back to him like a dead weight in his stomach, his eyes closing. He'd acted so... weak and helpless last night, and felt utterly debased in the stark light of day. Arm gently uncurling from around Omi, he sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and staring blindly at the window, as though it might hold some answers on how to deal with this new wrinkle.
It was a minute or two before a soft whimper sounded from the bed, the blankets shifting slightly as Omi groped for the now-cooling pillow Ran had been sleeping on. He wasn't awake... not even close. His brow furrowed slightly as he finally grabbed hold of the pillow and dragged it close, burying his face against it.
This whole thing was a mistake... and one that Ran didn't intend to repeat. He rose, disappearing into the small bathroom off his room to shower before his florist shift, and wondering just what to say to Omi when he got back out.
The water had been running for a bit when Omi finally opened his eyes and let out a yawn. He smiled sleepily, nuzzling against the pillow that still held Ran's scent in the linen. Last night had brought about revelations... ones that Omi had never dared to express before. Now there was a good chance that he would be able to keep Ran from pulling away anymore... and would be there to help him if he did.
Ran finally stepped out of the bathroom, clad in a robe as he moved to get clothing from the dresser.
"Good morning," Omi purred, smiling as he sat up. At some point during the night, he'd wormed out of his shirt, but his pants were still clinging to his hips where he'd managed to crawl free of the blanket. "I'm sorry I didn't wake when you did. I guess I was more tired than I thought."
"You should get a shower before breakfast," Ran directed, not looking at Omi. "And change your clothes."
"I will," Omi answered, looking at him in confusion. "Come here?" he asked, holding out a hand towards Ran.
"I have morning shift, Omi," Ran said coolly, as he straightened with his clothes for the day. "I'm busy."
Omi paused then, frowning softly. "Ran, we could close the shop if we wanted, so don't start that. What's wrong?"
"I have no intention of closing the shop," Ran informed Omi, frowning at him. "Go back to your room and get a shower and dress."
"Not until you answer me!" Omi got up then, moving quickly to Ran's side and reaching for him.
Ran stared down at him for a moment, evading Omi's touch with a quick, not-entirely-subtle movement. "...Last night was a mistake."
Omi growled then, moving to stand alongside of him. "No. It was NOT a mistake, and I'm not going to just walk away. What the hell happened, I thought you ASKED me to stay?"
"I made a mistake, Omi," Ran said, his voice harsh. "As simple as that."
Shaking his head, Omi looked to him, the stubborn streak coming back. "No. I will not accept that. What changed, Ran? Was it waking up with a guy?" Omi's voice was steadily growing less and less 'together' with each word.
"You don't have a choice," Ran said, heading toward the bathroom to change. "There are no other options."
"The hell there's not!" Omi reached then, grabbing hold of Ran's arm and yanking hard back towards him. In the same motion, he brought one foot behind the man, to trip him up if all went well. "I always have options, and giving up on you is NOT one of them, no matter how much of a prick you decide to be!"
The plan worked very well, Ran landing flat on his ass with a surprised yelp. "Omi, what..." he demanded, shocked.
Omi moved until he was straddling the redhead's hips, his hands pinning Ran's shoulders to the ground. "You're going to listen to me..." he growled, blue eyes locked to aubergine. "And then you're going to tell me what the hell happened this morning to make you act like such an ass."
"Nothing happened," Ran snarled, sick of the stubborn words. "I made a mistake. That's it."
"That's such a crock," Omi spit right back at him. "You were HAPPY last night, at least for a bit. Is that what you're afraid of? Someone getting past that ice wall you've put up??"
"The only thing I was last night was weak," Ran returned, shoving Omi's hands away from his shoulders.
Omi sat there for a moment, stunned as he stared at Ran in shock. "Is that... what you think?" he asked, frowning softly. "Is that really what you think it was?" He didn't move, although he did snatch his hands back as if Ran's touch had burned. "Then you must think I'm the biggest weakling in this place."
The two thoughts didn't connect, and the confusion was enough to derail Ran's anger for a moment. "What?" he asked, frowning up at Omi.
"I said you must think I'm the biggest weakling here," Omi replied, his voice finally losing some of its edge. This time, when he looked to Ran, he seemed hurt. "Because I was the one that wanted all of that last night."
"I... no, Omi," Ran said quietly, still confused. "You're not weak."
"Then... how can you say you're weak?" Omi lowered his gaze a bit, letting one hand come to rest on Ran's chest. "I wanted this too... we both did. And I was the one who made the first move."
Ran shifted uncomfortably, his eyes looking away. "I can't... rely on someone else," he murmured. "Not again."
The smaller boy reached then, cupping Ran's cheek lightly and trying to make him look up. "Ran, please?" he asked, hesitantly. "I'm not asking you to rely on me... I'm asking you to just NOT wall yourself away again?"
"It's a mistake," Ran whispered, not quite ready to meet Omi's eyes. "You know that, right?"
Frowning, Omi kept his voice soft. "Am I a mistake too?"
Ran hesitated, then finally met Omi's eyes. "...No," he whispered. "No, you're not a mistake."
"If I"m not a mistake..." he began, leaning in a bit until the two were eye-to-eye. "And I know you're not a mistake... then please don't think that this is either?" He moved just enough to brush his lips lightly against Ran's, little more than a whisper of a touch.
Ran whimpered softly, pressing up into the kiss by instinct more than design. He caught Omi's upper arms, holding him close as the shields broke again.
Surprise filtered across Omi's face for a brief instant, the blue eyes widening before he nearly purred and let the kiss continue. There was no way this could be a mistake. Not with how right it felt.
Ran rolled abruptly, pinning Omi beneath him as he prolonged the kiss, body nestling against Omi's in a desperate need that had nothing to do with sex.
Lifting his arms, Omi let them wrap around Ran's shoulders, holding the larger man close as he just let himself lay there against the rug. He felt... safe here. That in and of itself was unusual to him, he never felt safe anywhere, really. Now, however, he felt as though no matter what, he'd be perfectly fine. The kiss didn't so much 'break' as it did simply melt apart after a few minutes, Omi smiled as he looked up to Ran. "I like that..." he whispered, brushing his fingertips over the nape of Ran's neck. "A lot."
"I... don't think I can do this," Ran murmured, swallowing shakily. "It hurts too much, Omi."
Omi let the sadness cross his face once more. "Please don't leave me," he asked softly, letting one hand slide until it was resting against Ran's cheek. "You lock yourself away where no one can reach you... and that will hurt you more."
That touch was his undoing. Ran choked once, then bowed his head, pressing the top of it to Omi's chest as he shook with pent-up sobs. The tear Omi had seen the night before was only the tip, and now the rest was coming out.
Threading his fingers through crimson silk, Omi let Ran get it out, not speaking a word as the other man nearly collapsed against him. He continued to stroke the wisps of Ran's hair, curling forward just enough that he could leave a soft kiss against the top of his head.
Ran finally sagged against Omi, eyes closing. "...Close the shop," he said, his voice rough. "I can't."
Omi nodded softly, making a mental note to just not open it today. Yoji wouldn't be around for his shift until at least noon, so there was no worry there. For now, however, he wasn't leaving Ran's side, and was intent on staying right there as long as he was needed... or wanted.
It was several minutes before Ran's next words, these as quiet as he could manage, his breathing still a little labored. "I'm scared, Omi."
"I am too," he replied, letting his eyes close as he curled around Ran gently. "But we'll be alright. I promise."