Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-11 10:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, tsukiyono omi, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] The Dark of Night
Title: The Dark of Night
Authors: trio and petermaxwell
Characters: Fujimiya Ran and Tsukiyono Omi
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Theme Set: LW2
Theme(s): Blank
Warnings and Notes: Character death, male/male sex (close to graphic)
Ran frowned as the doorbell interrupted his work for the fourth time. Glancing toward the door, and wondering just why the people didn't take the hint and leave, he finally got up and padded over, choosing not to button the shirt he was wearing. It was warm in the apartment and frankly, they'd interrupted him. With a resigned expression, he opened the door... and froze.
There were two men standing there, their expressions so somber that Ran wasn't quite sure what to say to them. His brow furrowed, any words he had to offer cut off when one of them cleared his throat. "Mr. Fujimiya?" he asked quietly, and Ran simply nodded, feeling the pit of his stomach give way and not knowing quite what to think. "It's about your sister, sir."
He couldn't hear for a long moment, an odd rushing-waves sound in his ear that broke just enough to hear, "...driving...headon...sorry." It didn't make sense to him, the words like small jigsaw pieces that he couldn't make fit together. His hand gripped the door tighter, and forcing himself to speak quietly despite the inability to hear himself, he croaked out, "She's in a coma again?"
They looked at him oddly, and the one who'd done the speaking shifted in discomfort, his eyes dropping away after a moment. Ran didn't wait for him to say anything else. He closed the door in their faces, staring at the hand that rested against it like an alien thing. And then he crumpled, folding slowly down as dry sobs came, shaking him hard and not releasing any of the pain but leaving him exhausted and numb, overwhelmed by it.
Ran sucked in a sharp breath, eyes popping open to stare at the ceiling. His breathing calmed slowly, no other sound coming out of him as he felt the initial sharp spike of pain recede into the dull ache he'd come to know as 'normal'. Omi's weight on him was a welcome reminder that it was all past, and that he was as safe as he could be, and slowly healing.
Omi murmured faintly in his sleep, one hand clinging to the sheet that draped over them both. He was pressed against Ran's side, using him as a body pillow, and seemed to stir slightly when Ran woke. The blue eyes flicked open into slits, looking up at him blearily. "Muh? Y'okay?"
Ran didn't answer at first, staring up at the ceiling a little longer before whispering, "Yeah," into the darkness.
That tone brought Omi out of sleep instantly, and the smaller boy pushed himself up onto his elbows, laying on his stomach next to Ran to look at him. "You don't lie well when you first wake up," he murmured, yawning in the middle of his words and making them almost completely unintelligible.
Ran considered that. When he spoke, it was in a soft, inflectionless voice. "According to you, I simply don't lie well."
"You don't," Omi said softly, resting a hand on Ran's chest and feeling the pounding of his heart. Frowning a bit, he moved to leave a soft kiss on Ran's cheek. "Please tell me what's wrong?"
Ran's arm came up, curling around Omi and holding him closer. "I dreamt."
The boy moved closer, resting his head on Ran's shoulder and just watching him. "About what?" he prodded gently, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
Ran drew a slow breath, his fingertips beginning to stroke lightly over Omi's back. "About... Aya," he said softly. "When they came to tell me that she'd..." He trailed off, not quite ready to say it.
Omi winced inwardly, his eyes closing for a second. "Do... you want to talk about it?" he asked, half hoping Ran did... but at the same time, hoping he didn't. Omi knew that the best way to get over something was to talk it out... but he wasn't sure he knew how to comfort someone going through this much grief.
"I thought... it was another coma, at first," Ran whispered, not really sure why he was finally explaining to Omi.
Omi's hand began to stroke lightly over Ran's chest, as if soothing him in some small way. "What happened to her?" he asked.
"A car crash," Ran murmured, his eyes closing. "She was hit head-on." He paused, then added in a heavy whisper, "She never had a chance."
"I'm sorry." Omi really didn't know what else to say, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I can see how you would think the coma, though."
"They asked a lot of questions after that," Ran added, eyes drifting shut again. "And they wanted me to... to identify her."
Omi really wished he'd been there for that... hearing about a relative's death had to be hard enough, but having to deal with it alone? No wonder Ran had been in such a state.
"It took me a couple of weeks to contact Kritiker again. I went through the channels I knew, but they'd cut off most of them, to ensure that I couldn't do anything to destroy them," Ran continued, his hand moving up to stroke through Omi's hair. "Finally, Manx came to me."
"I'm glad she did," Omi said softly. "I hate to think of you going through that alone."
Ran nodded, his eyes slitting open. "We came to an agreement about my return to Kritiker."
"That's why you came back?" Omi kept to himself the disappointment. He'd half hoped it was because of them... or more importantly, him. "Whatever the reason, I'm glad you came back."
Ran hesitated, then looked down at him. "I needed... to be somewhere safe," he whispered, searching Omi's eyes. "You know?"
"You're safe here," came the soft answer, Omi smiling up at him. "With me."
Ran's brow furrowed, and he just stared at Omi for several seconds before rolling to pin Omi, staring down at him. "I... didn't want to be alone anymore," he admitted, wondering if that would sound odd to the boy, given that he'd been pushing them all away.
There was a yelp from somewhere beneath him, followed by a faint giggle as Omi found himself half buried in the blankets and pressed into the down. Blue eyes looked up at Ran then, and Omi reached up to brush fingertips against his cheek. "You always have a home here."
Ran smiled faintly at that, searching Omi's eyes. "In Weiß?" he asked softly, nuzzling the fingers as his body moved slowly against Omi's, taking comfort in the physical touches.
"With me," he whispered, leaning up just a bit to kiss him before falling back to the bed with a smile on his face.
Ran swallowed, staring down for a moment as he marvelled at that smile. It was different from the patently-false charm that Omi used with their flower-shop customers - softer, and more genuine. And it moved him, starting a slow, delicious ache in his chest that spread as he wrapped his arms around Omi and held him tightly.
Slender arms slid around him, clasping at the small of his back and holding him close as Omi let his eyes slip closed. He was enveloped by Aya's scent and the smile only widened as he realised that this scent was what let him make it through the night without waking up. It was the first time he'd ever slept anywhere except in his own bed... and he'd honestly expected to have to slip out in the middle of the nights. In all the time they'd been together, however, he hadn't felt the need.
Ran nuzzled Omi slowly, pressing his body into the warmth with a soft sigh. "How do you do it?" he whispered into one ear, then nipped at it lightly.
Omi was about to answer... then he felt the tug on his ear and the teeth toying with the silver ring fastened there. Almost immediately, his eyes rolled back with a low groan, his body nearly melting beneath Ran's as he collapsed into the blankets.
It would've been impossible to miss that reaction, and Ran smirked, deciding if they were both going to be up, he'd ensure that they were tired enough to sleep through once they got back to sleep. "Like that?" he murmured, not aware of how his voice deepened with the inquiry, growing a touch husky.
"Huh?" Glazed blue eyes blinked up at him for a moment, Omi taking a bit before he actually focused on Ran. "Like that," he repeated, and it ALMOST sounded like an answer to the question. However, it could also have just been him repeating things like a tape recorder, because his coherent thought had vacated his brain, along with the blood flow that was now gathering in his groin.
The smirk grew, Ran settling his body carefully between Omi's legs as he began in earnest. "I," he informed Omi, knowing the sensual power words could have, in the right setting, "am going to show you just how much I need you." A rub of his hips, and a nip to his ear. "Long and slow, until we both sleep peacefully." Eyes half-lidded from anticipated pleasure, he began.
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