Paradise Lost

Aya lead Omi by the hand gently to the doorway, picking his way
carefully to guide Omi through the shards of glass which littered the
floor without cutting the boy's bare feet. Omi padded after him on
tiptoe, relishing in the feel of Aya's firm grip while trying to focus
on avoiding the glass pieces so as not to embarrass himself in front of
the man he most wanted to impress. 

Aya's step was more confident, but taking it slow for Omi's sake. As the
redhead moved gracefully, but carefully across the mine field of
shattered drinking glass, he and Omi both used each other's clasped
hands for balance and security and the thought brought a strange rush of
warmth and comfort to his chest. Could it always be like this? he
wondered... Could he and Omi keep each other safe from the heartaches
and dark pasts which lay in wait to reopen painful wounds or start fresh
ones just as tragic? Omi had always been there when Aya needed him, and
as Aya felt himself accepting his new urges to protect the young man
beside him, he began a new vow, this time not to his sister... He wanted
to help Omi, too, the way the angelic boy would do for him. He would
never let harm befall him if he could help it, and he'd let himself be
loved the way Omi so desperately wanted to, loving in return... It was
just so hard to start after years of the hollowness to suddenly find
that missing piece. A partner, a friend, a counselor, and... lover. What
happens next? He decided it was wise to hold off on fully making any
vows until he was sure he would be able to fulfill them. 

Omi's mind raced as Aya led him by the hand up down the other hall to
the swordsman's room. As thrilled and turned on as he was, he couldn't
shake the constant worrying part of his mind that told him that this
could never last, that Aya wouldn't even go the night without changing
his mind. But Omi lov-- *cared for* this man so much, he easily ignored
the fretting voice of pessimism which threatened to ruin his evening
which lay on the brink of paradise... 

As if in dream Omi seemed to drift into Aya's room without touching the
ground. He marveled at the plain walls, the immaculate carpeting and the
sterile shelves. Omi unbridled his imagination and dreamed for a moment
where this night would lead him... Would Aya be his boyfriend? Maybe Omi
could help him pick out posters for his walls or maybe Aya would come to
see him make his speech for debate class... But for the moment, he was
satisfied in the moment more than the future, getting lost in those
strong, slender arms and tasting the ivory skin of his graceful neck...
 
Omi closed his eyes and a rush of sensation crashed over him as Aya drew
him close, careful this time of Omi's bruises. Omi slid his hand up the
back of Aya's neck, gently tangling his fingers into the silken sorrel
hair, and met Aya's mouth with his own, kissing him with all the feeling
and passion he desperately wanted to show him. Aya gently stroked Omi's
bangs back from his face, letting his other hand trace gently over the
boy's back. Omi reached up to remove Aya's unbuttoned shirt, so they
would both be wearing the same amount of clothing. He wanted to see more
of the alabaster skin he'd dreamed of, too... Aya helped by shrugging
out of the shirt. Omi pulled it off and the younger boy regarded the
slim chest with wonderment. 

As if encouraged by Omi's gaze, Aya bowed his head and kissed Omi's
chest right where his heart was, could feel the racing pulse beneath
with his lips. He licked there gently, and let his tongue trace over to
one of the boy's stiff nipples, excited by the caresses and cool air of
the room. 

Omi sucked in air with a trembling gasp, surprised by the move. He'd
only dreamed of making out with his new lover, nothing like this so
soon... But the lips were so warm and sensuous, the youth couldn't help
but find himself helplessly willing... He couldn't bite back the soft
groan which slid past his lips as Aya licked lightly at his sensitive
buds. 

As if he considered the sound an invitation, the redhead slid his hands
down Omi's back until his fingertips had slid under the waistline of the
boy's sweat pants just above the swell of his buttocks... Aya hadn't
stopped to let himself even think about sex in the years since his
sister had been taken away from him. The years of depravity and desire
swarmed back to him now, and he found himself being uncharacteristically
bold in his longing. This boy was so angelically beautiful, anything
they did _couldn't_ be wrong... This was the boy who was his only source
of comfort and release, and to have that jewel of happiness of youth so
willing and tender in his arms was more than he could resist. He didn't
want to think of the repercussions of tomorrow, and told himself that
this was what they both wanted, and this would be just another way that
Omi could bring joy to his withdrawn heart, and a way Aya could try to
start expressing his own feelings... Aya grazed Omi's nipple with his
teeth and gently slid the loose sweat pants to the floor. 

Omi gasped again and his heart pounded like the wings of a bird flapping
frantically to break free of its cage. He was rocked with sensation, his
mind swimming with so many thoughts, he couldn't hold on to a single one
for more than a second before he was swept away again by sensation and
feelings without thought... Aya's mouth felt so hot, he felt his last
inhibitions melting away. Too soon! Isn't this too soon? His mind
rebelled briefly and the sudden brush of cotton fabric downward on his
legs suddenly told him that he was now naked in front of his lover.
There was a moment of panic followed by instinctive embarrassment. He
was ashamed to be revealed in his aroused state and he'd never been seen
naked before, besides. A blush crossed his cheeks, but he didn't want to
resist. 

Aya gently enfolded the boy in his arms and lifted him up for a moment
laying him gently onto the bed like an infant. He then pulled the pants
off the rest of the way from Omi's ankles and began to work with nimble,
but unhurried fingers at his own pants. Omi waited on his back, panting,
filled with a desire he couldn't start to resist and wondering distantly
if Aya had ever done something like this before. He sense of naïveté and
fear began to take over, when Aya's slender naked form suddenly slid
next to him. 

Omi sighed gently. The smooth naked body next to his was so warm... At
first Aya lay to the side of him, his arm gently wrapped around the
boy's chest, his face next to Omi's. The young Weiß hunter turned his
head to Aya's and kissed the most delicate skin on Aya's face, at the
outer corner of his violet eyes... Aya kissed the boy back who clumsily
but tenderly accepted the deep kisses he wasn't used to. 

/I'm in heaven... Is there more to life that I could ask for? Can this
happiness possibly last?/ Omi thought to himself desperately as the kiss
went on and on. 

"Ahhh! Aaaaya..." Omi sighed as his body stiffened. The redhead's hand
had gently massaged downward until the dexterous fingers had reached the
boy's middle, and firmly, sweetly gripped and worked there. Omi had
never been touched like that before and had to bite his lip and rely on
his mental shock to keep from climaxing instantly at the perfect
embrace. 

But suddenly something was wrong. Omi felt a flash of recollection and
for a moment, he was face down on a stone floor instead of in the warm
bed. He heard laughing, but he didn't say anything. Omi was silent. He
wouldn't speak and wouldn't think; he would be silent and maybe the
moment would be tolerable... "What I'll never do... Never--" 

"Hn? What's that?" Aya asked as he heard the boy murmur something lowly.
 
"Oh!" Omi snapped out of it. And was glad he'd been taken from the cold
to the beauty of reality. "I said, 'This is something I never thought
I'd do...' Not until I was out of high school for sure." Omi forced a
poor excuse for a smile, but Aya was so used to fake smiles, he didn't
seem to notice. 

Aya gently slid his leg across Omi until he was straddling the boy's
legs as he bent to taste the sweet nipples like dark berries, his hand
pumping rhythmically now. Omi relished in the warmth of his body and the
pleasure which coursed through him, his every sensation heightened by
the thought of the man who was administering them. /Ai shiteru,
Aya-kun.../ 

"Are you all right?" Aya asked, detached, as he sucked at the flesh at
the corner of Omi's neck and began to press his throbbing hips against
the young assassin's side. "You seem pretty stiff-- Uh, *tense*," he
corrected. 

"I just..." Omi gasped... His panting breaths were growing more rapid
now, but not from arousal. It was as if bands of ice were slowly
constricting his chest. "I..." The sweat which broke across his brow
wasn't from the sexual activity, but the cold icy sweat of one waking up
from a nightmare. /Never.../ 

"Aya-kun... I don't feel so good..." /Never forgive the Bad Ones.../ The
sweat streamed from his body faster than it seemed possible now, and Omi
violently pushed away Aya's hands as the stroking of his erection had
suddenly become painful. 

"Oh, God..." His breaths came hard and noisy now as he began gasping
desperately like one who had just surfaced from nearly drowning
underwater. The air was suddenly so thin and he couldn't breath no
matter how deep or fast his lungs took in air. There wasn't enough
oxygen to keep him alive now, let alone scream as he so desperately
wanted to... /*Tasukite!*/ 

Omi couldn't catch the breath to tell Aya what was wrong and could only
slap feebly at the arm of his lover in an attempt to beg for help. /I'm
going to die.../ His fading vision registered the panicked look on the
older man's face. Aya's eyes were dark with fear and concern and even
though Omi couldn't feel it, Aya's hands were on his shoulders tightly,
shaking him gently, asking in his stern voice what was wrong, but Omi
couldn't hear the words. /There's nothing you could do to save me,
anyway.../ Omi thought, disconnected. It was almost a relief when the
concerned face haloed in fiery red faded to black.