[Weiß Kreuz] A Night to Remember Title: A Night to Remember Authors:trio and petermaxwell Characters: Fujimiya Ran and Tsukiyono Omi Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Theme Set: LW2 Theme(s): Flirty Warnings and Notes: graphic m/m sex, mild bondage
Ran wasn't nearly as good as Omi at the flirting thing, but he did know how to be subtle. So the accidental brushes of hand and arm throughout their all-day shift could've been his attempt to seduce, or they could merely have been Ran not paying quite enough attention to where Omi was.
Could have been... might have been.. but Omi KNEW the game, and figured they weren't. Still, he couldn't be sure. Even when he would purposefully watch Ran, he still wasn't certain if it was accidental or not. There was just no way to tell. His back had long since healed, however Omi was a bit worried that perhaps they were headed towards a repeat. Not that he'd mind, of course.
"Omi?" Ran asked, as the day drew to a close, bringing over a clipboard with their orders and setting it in front of the boy, his body settled right next to Omi.
Smiling faintly, Omi leaned back against Ran, his head resting against the man's arm. "Hmm?" he asked, idly tapping at the calculator he was using to total up the day's sales.
Ran's arm slipped around Omi's waist, teasing through the apron. "Everything look good to you?"
Omi nearly purred, his eyes half closing as he wrote down one number.... then erased it... then wrote the correct number the second time. "I think a few things are looking better than number crunching..."
"Are they?" Ran asked, smiling faintly, his lips brushing against Omi's ear.
"They are," he repeated, turning to leave a soft kiss on Ran's shoulder before moving to TRY and finish the calculations.
Ran chuckled, not moving away. Instead, his hand continued to make lazy patterns over Omi's chest as he worked, his breath soft against Omi's earring.
The pen dropped to the desk then, Omi finally growling softly. "Fuck the bookwork." He turned then, winding himself around Ran and nuzzling at his throat gently.
Ran smiled, stepping back before the nuzzle could go too far. "Bookwork, Omi," he prompted. "Finish it. I thought we'd have dinner in my room after."
"The bookwork can wait til morning," Omi said, leaning against the counter with his rear and crossing his arms over his chest in a pout. "YOU started this."
"What do you want for dinner?" Ran asked, smiling at his lover. There was a spark in his eyes, a gleam that he couldn't quite quell.
"Dessert," Omi answered, shooting his lover a wry look before sticking out his tongue impishly and turning back to his calculations.
"I thought perhaps tiramisu for that?" Ran offered. "With some of your favorite coffee."
"This will go faster if I"m not drooling on my paperwork," Omi teased, smirking at Ran.
"Lasagne for dinner sound good? I know a place that delivers," Ran noted, smirking faintly.
The pen hit the counter again and Omi just folded his arms on the top, staring straight ahead towards the shelf containing potted petunias. "You're doing this on purpose," he accused.
He could play dumb, but there was a point past which Ran knew Omi's temper snapped. "Yes," he agreed. "But I promise it'll be worth it," he added, moving toward Omi.
Omi just stood where he was at, still staring at the petunias. If he was getting strung along, then dammit, he was getting attention for it. He let Ran approach and shifted his weight slightly so that it would be easier for his larger lover to wrap around him.
Ran drew Omi close, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Is it really so bad?"
"No," Omi said, tilting his head for a moment and smiling in return. "Just frustrating because I'd rather be doing ANYTHING than paperwork, and you're giving me plenty of ideas."
"I promise, I'll make it worth your while," Ran murmured softly, nipping at Omi's ear.
Snorting softly, Omi turned his head and tipped it back at the same time, catching Ran in a kiss before TRYING to finish his work. "It had better be," he teased, the smirk still playing about his lips.
"It will be," Ran murmured, then released Omi, stepping back. "I'm going to close up and call for our food while you work on that."
"Alright," he answered, trying to stay focused long enough so that the sum of every line did NOT equal 69.
Ran finally came down again, leaning in the doorway and watching as Omi finished the very last of the columns. Faint amusement colored his gaze, and as Omi set the pencil down, he murmured, "Everything's been dealt with... and the food's due to arrive in about ten minutes."
Smiling, Omi brought himself up and stretched his arms over his head. There was the resounding snap of the bones of his spine settling back into place from where he'd been hunched over, and as he leaned against the wall behind himself, he let out a low groan of pleasure. "Good," he murmured, turning to glance at Ran. "I need a quick shower before it gets here."
"Use your bathroom," Ran said quietly. "And get into something comfortable."
That made Omi blink, and at first his mind started to come up with some very random thoughts as to why ran didn't want him in HIS room. Top of the list was the 'we need to talk' speech, but at the same time, Omi knew that if the man truly had a problem with him, he'd KNOW. He wouldn't need to wait, and he sure as hell wouldn't be invited to Ran's room for dinner. Nodding finally, Omi moved past him. "I'll be done in a minute, I promise NOT to take one of my normal showers."
Ran smirked faintly at that, reaching out just enough to let his fingertips brush along Omi's arm. "I'm counting on it," he said softly, moving to follow Omi up.
The boy shivered faintly, a smile slipping across his face before he decided to take even less time, by darting up the stairs. True to his word, Omi took perhaps 15 minutes for his shower... a far cry from his normal trick of draining the hot water tank. He'd interpreted 'comfortable' as just that, and walked towards Ran's room with still-damp hair, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top.
The food was laid across a low table Ran had set up, that he occasionally used when he wanted more private meals, and included a large salad, lasagna, and the tiramisu as promised. Omi could already smell his favorite coffee brewing in the background. Settled near the table was Ran, clad in a pair of silk pajama pants and a sheer top, both purple enough to bring out his eyes.
Omi's breath caught in his throat as he stopped dead in the doorway, looking to Ran with widening blue eyes. "You..." he whispered, only noticing the food for a moment before all of his attention was on the vision sitting near the table. He'd never seen Ran look quite like that... and he found himself walking towards the man before he ever realised it.
"Yes?" Ran asked quietly, a smile on his face as he held out a hand to Omi.
One shaking hand reached out, taking Ran's and clasping it lightly as he moved to curl up alongside the other man. "You look more appetising than anything here," he answered softly, leaning his head against Ran's shoulder. "You look wonderful."
"Thank you," Ran said softly, his arm curling around Omi and holding him close. "You look good, too," he added, as his fingers slipped just under the shirt to tease against skin.
Purring softly, Omi let his eyes slip half closed. "If I'd known you'd look so nice, I'd have worn something better," he said, nuzzling against Ran's shoulder lightly.
"I asked for comfortable," Ran countered. "That's what I meant." He reached out, catching up a plate of the pasta and holding it in front of Omi. "Eat. ...You'll need your strength..."
"Oh really?" Omi asked, grinning as he moved to pick up the fork. He didn't bother moving to a better position, he was comfortable right where he was, thank you very much.
Ran blinked, then laughed, moving the plate a little. "Take it yourself, Omi. I want to eat, too. I'm going to need as much strength as you."
Snickering, Omi took the plate and moved to sit cross-legged. "Oh and here I thought you were feeding me too," he said, giving Ran a smirk. "Going to need our strength, hmm?" he asked, picking at the pasta and taking a mouthful.
"Feeding you takes up time we could use for more fun things," Ran murmured, leaning down to say the words directly into Omi's ear.
Omi nearly melted, his head tilting a bit as the heated breath sent shivers of goosebumps over every inch of his skin. "I like the sound of that..." he murmured, setting the plate down on the table. "The fun things, I mean."
"Maybe I'll feed you later," Ran purred softly, then turned to eat his pasta, the fork in his hand a little awkward.
"Feed me what?" Omi glanced to Ran, watching him eat.
"Breakfast, I think," Ran said with a quiet smile.
Now that was a good idea. Omi smiled then, unfolding himself from the floor and moving towards the kitchen. Screw the food, he'd need caffiene for tonight.
Ran watched him, continuing to eat his portion of the food. "I like it when you smile," he offered abruptly, a bemused look on his face.
"I'm glad," came the answer from somewhere in the kitchen as Omi poured himself a cup of coffee. "Because you bring out a smile in me more than anything or anyone else."
"Bring me a cup, please?" Ran asked. "It smells too good to pass up."
"You're drinking coffee?" Omi asked, blinking to himself as he poured a second cup. "Who are you and where's the pod?" He was snickering softly to himself as he moved to the fridge and pulled out the container of creamer that he kept there. "Sugar and cream?"
"I do drink it on occasion, you know," Ran countered, though he knew that the only times were generally when they had a long mission to deal with. "Both, please."
A few minutes later, Omi returned with two mugs, one in each hand. His own only had cream in it, but he handed the sugared version to Ran, then curled up to sit next to him again. "On occasion," he agreed, knowing that he could likely count on one hand the number of times Ran had drank the brew in recent months.
"Besides," Ran added, sipping at the rich coffee. "Yours is better than what we usually have going."
Snorting softly, Omi brought the cup to his lips. "Yoji's Death Brew," he muttered. He swore the blonde saved up all the old coffee grounds for months, then made one big pot out of it.
"I refuse to touch that," Ran nodded, enjoying the coffee for a moment more before turning back to his plate. "Eat, too, Omi... or I won't let you have either dessert."
"I'm eating, I'm eating..' Sticking out his tongue at the man, he moved to curl up and picked at the plate again. It didn't take long before he realised he WAS hungry, however, and Omi's plate was nearly empty a few minutes later.
Ran laughed at the way Omi finally inhaled the food, watching it disappear before reaching out to take a thick slice of the tiramisu and push it over. "Eat. It goes well with coffee," he said, before setting his own clean plate aside and reaching for a second slice. "I've been thinking..."
"Hmm?" Omi asked, gleefully descending on the tiramisu and taking a mouthful of the confectionary bliss.
"Have you ever considered... not being in Kritiker?" Ran asked softly.
Omi nearly choked.
"What do you mean?" he asked, blinking at Ran in confusion. It wasn't that he hadn't ever thought about it... he HAD. All of them had, really. But he'd never REALLY thought about it. After all, it was Kritiker that saved him when...
Omi shook his head then, clearing that thought. He didn't want to think about that, either. "I hadn't considered it much... are you thinking of leaving?"
Ran reached out, drawing Omi close. "Not as long as you're here," he promised softly. "But... I wonder what it would be like, out there with you."
"I'd like that," Omi admitted, poking at the dessert as he thought to himself. It wasn't like he owed Kritiker anything anymore. Persia had been the one who saved him... and if anything, Omi owed HIM. The man was dead now, and there was nothing that could be done about that.
"Are you upset?" Ran asked, having rather quickly learned that the best way to find out just how Omi really felt was to honestly ask the boy. He shifted, setting Omi's back against his chest so that they were resting together as they nibbled at dessert.
"No," he answered honestly, pausing with the fork in his mouth as his tongue cleaned away the bite he'd been working on. "Just thinking. I mean, I don't really have anything keeping me with Kritiker now..." Omi was musing out loud by this point. "Persia's gone. Manx isn't going to stick around, likely. And without them, I"m not sure I WANT to be part of Kritiker anymore."
"What about the rest of Weiß?" Ran asked softly, his chin settling into Omi's hair. If he really thought about it, Weiß was what held him in place, and what had kept him sane after Aya's death long enough for Omi to start to heal him.
"Like Yoji and Ken wouldn't bail and set up house together given half the opportunity," Omi said, smirking as he tilted his head back against Ran's chest and looked up at the man.
"I'm not asking what they'd do," Ran pointed out. "I'm asking how you feel about it all. Are we... really ready to be completely apart from them?"
"I think I could be," Omi said, pondering that for a moment. "I mean, it's not like we'll NEVER talk to them again. I can call Ken whenever I want."
Ran nodded slowly, setting his dessert aside half-eaten as he really thought about it. "And Yoji and I can always go out for the occasional drink," he murmured.
Smiling, Omi nestled against him, the tiramisu gone. His eyes started to close a bit, and he nodded softly. "And the four of us could get together at times. But I think it would be nice to have our own place."
"Let's think about it a little longer," Ran said quietly, oddly unsettled at the thought. "I... now I'm not quite sure I'm ready to go. But when I am... it will be with you."
That thought made Omi feel warm, fuzzy and content all in one moment. As he rested against Ran, one hand stole out to lay over the man's knee, Omi nearly draped across him completely. "That sounds nice."
Ran chuckled softly, teasing his fingers over Omi's arm. "Enough of this. Tonight's not finished yet," he informed his lover.
"Oh?" Omi asked, sounding sufficiently confused, despite the grin that spread across his lips. "And whatever else did you have in mind?"
"Why did you push me so far the other day?" Ran purred, mouthing Omi's earring lightly.
Omi bit down on his lip a bit, his back aching in sympathy. It still wasn't fully healed, but at least now he could move around without any pain at all. "Because..." he began, trying to find the words. "Sometimes, I need to know that I'm wanted. I don't mean like 'I want you around', I mean like 'I want you, you're MINE', and I guess I just needed it that day."
"It was nice," Ran nodded quietly, a hand slipping around to splay against Omi's chest. "And... I intend to show you another way tonight. A way that won't leave you so sore you won't let me touch you."
A wince flitted across Omi's face as he glanced up to Ran. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "I forgot about the carpet."
Ran smiled gently at Omi, brushing his lips against Omi's temple. "You're mine," he said softly. "I want you."
Purring softly, Omi almost seemed to melt against him with those words. "I like hearing that from you," he whispered.
"Do you?" Ran's smile grew, and his hand slid down, pausing at Omi's stomach. "Get on the bed," he added softly.
He almost asked why they needed to move... then realised that the livingroom was carpeted too. Leaning to leave a kiss on Ran's cheek, Omi managed to get himself up and padded towards the bed slowly.
As Ran reached the bedroom door, he spoke up again. "Will you trust me tonight?"
"I always trust you," Omi replied, turning to glance to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He wasn't sure just where Ran wanted him... and this seemed a good enough spot for now.
Ran moved to him, reaching to tug off the top Omi wore. Once Omi's chest was bare, Ran began to explore slowly, fingertips trailing over skin. "Give yourself to me completely."
Omi paused then, looking to him in confusion. "Give..." he started to say, then nodded softly and smiled. "Yours. Always."
Ran's approval was warm as he nodded back, kneeling down to open Omi's shorts. "Get undressed, and lay back on the bed. I'll show you another way to believe that you're all I want."
It didn't take much to get Omi stripped. The shorts were already unfastened and kicked off quickly to land in a heap beside the bed. With that, he scooted backwards, his mind racing as he tried to figure out what was going to happen. He'd never seen Ran act like this before, so he was curious. "Like this?" he asked, laying back against the bed and nestling intot he pillows.
Ran nodded, smiling quietly as he just watched Omi for a long moment before moving to catch one wrist in a gentle hand. "Just relax," he murmured. "And I'll show you how much I need you," he promised, as he drew the arm up and tied it with a silk scarf mostly-concealed by the pillows.
A soft gasp came from Omi's throat as he looked up and tugged lightly on the bonds around one wrist. He hadn't been expecting this! "Ran?" he asked softly, moving to watch as his other arm was caught as well. He wasn't fighting.. not in the slightest. However, he thought it slightly unusual that it was Ran instigating this.
"Do you want me to stop?" Ran whispered, looking down at Omi before he tied the second wrist. "I will, if that's what you want."
Omi shook his head softly. He didn't want this to stop, and bit down on his lip to keep from giving him that impression again.
Ran smiled at that, relaxing a little and moving to tie the second wrist. "You can talk, you know," he said gently. "I love hearing your voice... especially when you're excited."
"This is doing good to get me there," Omi whispered, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. "I just don't know what brought this on," he said. "It's not like you. At least, not like I imagined you to be."
Ran hesitated, looking down at Omi. "I want to make you happy," he said quietly, cheeks blushing a faint red. "I want you to know you're wanted... always wanted, to the point that sometimes, it's hard to keep my hands off you in the shop. And... I don't want your back to get hurt again." He paused, sitting at the foot of the bed as he bound Omi's left ankle. "This way, I can make sure you're safe, even when we're both desperate. And...," he started, then trailed off, moving to the other ankle.
"And?" Omi asked, his breath coming more quickly as he tested the bonds. This was having an effect on him that he couldn't quite describe. No one had ever done something like this to him before.
Ran's eyes slowly locked with Omi's, the red in his pale cheeks more pronounced. "You look good like that," he admitted, a hand reaching out to tease against Omi's thigh. "I don't want to always do this, but... it feels really good to know that you're there for me."
Smiling, Omi let himself rest against the blankets, smiling softly. "I'm always here for you."
Ran nodded, shifting to sit beside Omi's hip, where he had more access to his lover's whole body. "I'm glad you are," he murmured, a fingernail scraping down Omi's chest just hard enough to leave a faint pink line. "You're my happiness. I need you in my life... badly."
Omi began to arch up slightly against the touch, blue eyes slitted to watch every move Ran made. He'd never been needed before... not like that anyway. He'd dealt with being needed in a sexual sense, but this was far different. "I... need you too."
Ran's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the expression completely open to Omi. "Good," he purred softly, fingers sliding over to roll one nipple between them as he teased Omi. Before the night was over, he intended to drive his lover absolutely wild.
Omi was already a mess... his head fell back against the pillow as a low moan left his lips, the boy's mind barely making it past 'feels good' every time Ran touched him.
Ran liked that, enjoyed the sight of his lover writhing in need again. This time, it was even better, because it was his doing, not Omi's. He was responsible for it, and he would ensure that Omi enjoyed the night so much that he hopefully wouldn't question his place in Ran's heart for a long time to come... though Ran was very inclined to repeat the reassurance occasionally whether or not it was needed.
"Gods, Ran," Omi whispered, trying to stay focused, and winding up losing his train of thought more than once. He wasn't sure just what he needed, but he needed more than what he was getting. He twisted slightly in the bonds, his body trying its best to get closer to Ran.
"What do you want, Omi?" Ran asked, pulling away entirely and standing beside the bed, his eyes a heated, dark wine.
"You," he whimpered, looking up towards Ran. "Please..." If his words weren't enough, it was obvious to anyone who looked, just how aroused this was making him. It was the first time anyone had ever seduced him like this.
Ran nodded approval, his hands going to the sheer shirt he wore and tugging it off before crawling onto the bed atop Omi, stretching out over him and rubbing silk-clad hips against bare ones.
Groaning sharply, Omi brought his hips up to press against Ran's. He couldn't help it, and likely couldn't have stopped the motion even if he'd wanted to. The silk felt positively sinful against his skin and seemed to urge him farther. "Please..." he repeated, eyes slipping closed.
"Please what?" Ran asked, smiling slowly even as one hand reached for the richly-scented oil he'd prepared earlier.
"Please don't leave me like this," he murmured, turning to nuzzle against Ran's cheek as best he could.
"I promise I'll never leave you wanting," Ran returned, nipping along Omi's neck as he slipped a hand between them, rubbing the oil lightly over Omi's entrance.
He tried to lift hsi legs, but Omi discovered quickly that the bonds on his ankles were more than capable of keeping him still. Whining softly, he tried to get closer, anything to make the contact increase.
A slow, single finger penetrated, then a second, as Ran took his time preparing Omi, wanting to drag out every tiny bit of pleasure from the hacker. "Let me hear you," he directed softly, watching Omi's frustration. And then, thanks to an impish thought... "Let them hear you."
Like he needed the urging. The moment he felt the probing finger, Omi let out a keening cry, obviously NOT caring who heard him.
Ran preened, loving the sound of it. "I make you sound like that," he whispered proudly, as a third finger entered the mix. He wasn't going so slow anymore... wasn't entirely sure he could go slow for much longer, not with Omi laying beneath him as such a tempting morsel.
"Only you," Omi gasped, the words broken as he tried to keep himiself under control. "No one else..." After this, he doubted he 'd ever be able to let anyone else touch him ever again.
Ran spread the legs further, kneeling up between them and shoving his pajamas down. "That's right," he murmured. "Just us together," he added, as he settled himself against Omi's entrance.
Twining his hands around the bonds holding him, Omi grasped them tightly, trying to use them as leverage.
Ran chuckled a little at that, his own hands settling at Omi's hips. "So eager," he purred, pressing slowly into his lover.
"Ran!" Omi's body arched up as he screamed his lover's name. After that, all he could do was cry out as he exhaled, his breath quickening.
Predatory pleasure glittered in Ran's eyes as he settled deep within his lover. "Mine," he hissed, pulling out and thrusting in sharper and faster.
Omi turned his head to the side, burying his face int he pillow as his voice raised with each thrust Ran made. He wanted so badly to wind around him, to hold him close or just do SOMETHING other than lay there... but he didn't have a choice. "M-more..."
Ran took him, moving faster and faster, his hands slipping up to explore Omi's chest and neck, fingernails teasing over the skin as Ran watched Omi's pleasure eagerly.
The touch nearly unravelled him, Omi's mind losing all semblence of coherency as he put himself into Ran's hands willingly. It didn't matter to him anymore, what was done to him, so long as it was Ran. He couldn't even form words anymore, only managing a strangled scream as he felt his climax take him.
Ran froze as Omi's seed pulsed over his stomach and chest, the muscles gripping and releasing him so perfectly that he couldn't keep his control. He gasped, arching back and flooding Omi in turn, clinging to the younger boy. "Mine," he hissed softly, wrapping himself around Omi tightly as the last of the need left him.
That word sent a jolt through Omi, and almost immediately he was trying to pull loose of the bonds, struggling. "L-let go," he whimpered, trying to tug loose. "I need them off..."
The plea caught at Ran, and he frowned, reaching up to fumble with the knots. When he couldn't manage it with one hand, he reached for the knife he kept nearby, slitting the ties on both arms before curling back around Omi.
Within seconds, Omi was wound around him, clinging tightly and burying his face against Ran's neck. "Y-yours," he gasped, trying to regain control over himself.
Ran blinked a couple of times, then gathered Omi closer, murmuring soft reassurances into Omi's ear. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm here."
Omi pressed a soft kiss to his lover's neck, then nuzzled against the same spot. "I know," he whispered, smiling softly. "I'm not going anywhere either."
"You okay?" Ran asked, relaxing a little and lifting up to kiss Omi soundly.
Nodding, Omi just smiled and nestled against Ran, pulling him to lay beside him. He didn't even seem to care that his feet were still bound... so long as he was able to move his arms. "Just wanted to hold you."
"Is that all?" Ran asked, laughing softly and relaxing against Omi. "Rest," he directed. "Get your strength back." He hesitated, then nipped at Omi's ear. "I'm going to show you how much you mean as often as I can, tonight..."
"And every other night?" Omi asked, melting into a puddle at the nip on his ear.
"Not every night," Ran admitted, chuckling softly. "I have to rest sometime."
Pouting softly, Omi moved to wrap around Ran then, tucking his head into the crook of his lover's shoulder. "Rest now," he said, yawning softly himself. "You're gonna need it."