Dementia

Series: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing: Kudou Youji x Tsukiyono Omi (hint of RanKen)
Status: one-shot, finished
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi lemon
Notes: Youji's sex life isn't looking up, but look what we have here! Gift fic for SaraMichiru. :D If you don't like it, I really won't care. ^_^ YxO pairing up ahead! LEMON means sex. Edited by SaraMichiru and myself.

Dusk. There is something about the dying sun that makes me sad. I can still remember Asuka, and the day she was taken from me... that day. How could I forget? I really miss her. Perhaps this is why I let myself at other girls all the time; I keep hoping I'll find someone, someone from the crowd to replace that ache in my heart. Every night I find someone new, to sleep with, to play with, or just to talk to, but nobody understands why I do this. The dusk just leads to another empty night.

...but as long as I find someone to warm my bed, it'll be okay.

***

"Hey I'm going out." Youji took a puff on his cigarette and strutted towards the front door.

"Bar again?" asked the butterscotch haired boy, who was still clad in his flowershop apron and was taking a break from homework for a snack before he heard Youji's announcement.

"Yeah, I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me," he said with a light laugh and a wink and closed the door behind him.

"...Youji-kun..." Omi stared at the closed door after Youji had left, stood in contemplative thought and sighed. Unlike the two other Weiss members, Omi was the only one to see through the playboy's actions. To Aya and Ken, Youji's constant search for new meat was due to lust and pride, but Omi knew that those weren't his real reasons.

***

It was 4 am when Youji finally came home. What luck, it had been his fourth night in a row to come home empty-handed and alone. Although he had given up searching for a girl two hours before he'd come back, he stayed out late anyway, just to keep up the illusion that he had been out all night with some hot chick.

The lanky blond sauntered into the house, slightly buzzed from drinking, trying to not make too much noise upon entry. After scrubbing his boots on the welcome mat and climbing the stairs, he walked to the bathroom only to find that it was being used.

"Uhn... whoever it is will be quick," he thought to himself and turned for his room.

But the bathroom door opened and light flooded the dark hallway.

"Youji-kun! You're finally home!" chimed the slightly tired but cheerful voice.

"Oi Omitchi, why are you still up?" Youji asked, stretching and smiling.

"Ah, I have a bit of research to do for the next mission. Don't tell me you forgot about it already!" Youji grinned, Omi had always been the hard worker of the team. "That and I had some homework before, so I didn't get started unti just a while ago."

The boy smiled brightly, looking like a blooming sunflower illuminated by the glow of the bathroom light. Youji sighed. How did Omi keep up that happy appearance? God knows he'd had a hard life, and so much trauma at such a young age, too. He took off his sunglasses and folded them while staring at the shorter boy.

"Why are you home so late?" the voice inquired, starting to sound a bit stern and scolding like the voice of a mother figure.

"Ehh, kids like you shouldn't know about this stuff," he chuckled with a wink, trying to hide the fact that he had been alone the entire night out.

"Don't lie to me Youji-kun, your clothes are too neat for that," Omi said matter-of-factly. Omi had the cutest pair of eyes when he was stern.

"Heh, well, you know, Omi.."

"Of course I know! I know how much it hurts to lose someone, but that's no reason to go out and try to find a replacement."

Youji was stunned for a moment. How had Omi figured him out so easily? The youngest of them, too! He just stood there with his mouth half open, not able to counter the statement.

"Youji-kun.. you don't have to do that to yourself. You deserve someone who will be there for you, not just one-night stands that you welcome for a day and then let go again."

Omi walked up to Youji and hugged him tightly.

"You don't have to put up with the pain," he whispered into the cigarette, liquor, and leather scented trenchcoat, inhaling the fumes he knew he'd never want to smell separately in person but smelled so good mixed with Youji's scent.

"O-Omi..."

They stood like that for a minute, and for once in years, Youji felt warm. It wasn't the kind of warm he felt with a naked woman during or after hot and heavy sex -- but the kind of warm where he felt safe and complete.

When Omi finally released Youji, he smiled and said, "All right, you better get some sleep. I have to finish.."

But before he could finish his sentence, Youji had leaned down and grasped Omi's hair with both hands and kissed him. Not a deep passionate kiss, but a light, yet imploring one.

Omi was shocked to find himself liplocked with the taller blond, but instead of struggling, he returned the kiss.

Their exchange was brief yet sweet, and when Youji released Omi, he laughed and smiled.

"You know, Omi, I can really tell you haven't kissed anyone before."

"Not true, I kissed Ouka. She didn't complain," Omi protested, biting his lip and pouting at Youji's laughter.

Suddenly Youji paled at the thought of kissing someone whose lips had locked with Takatori's daughter, but heresteadied himself and responded, "You need to meet more girls, Omitchi."

"I don't want to..." Omi's large brown eyes stared into Youji's before he reached up and pulled the taller man into a deeper kiss, licking his tongue over Youji's lips before sliding inside his mouth. When he broke off the kiss, he smiled and asked, "So, what about that?"

Youji was breathless. Maybe Ouka was right not to complain after all. He hadn't expected Omi to kiss him like that -- and not to mention that the boy kissed better than most girls he had been with.

"I take it back..." he grinned.

"Good, let's get you to bed."

Youji's eyes widened a bit. "You aren't suggesting that..."

"Of course not. Go to bed, silly," Omi laughed and pushed Youji along towards his room.

Youji walked into his room. After stripping out of his trenchcoat and tossing it at a coat hook on the wall, he put an arm around Omi and didn't bother to hit the light switch.

"So, how about sleeping over tonight, hm?"

"Youji-kun, my room's next door."

"But still."

"...I'm not your temporary relief."

"You can be my permanent relief, then."

"I don't believe you, Youji-kun. You've been drinking; go to bed."

"It's been four nights in a row, gods... please, just stay with me..."

Omi sighed. He cared a great deal for the older blond, but he certainly didn't want to be hurt when morning rolled around. "Youji-kun, it's late, and I have work to do."

"You can do it tomorrow night."

"...I can't make you feel better, Youji-kun... even if I stayed tonight I wouldn't be any better than some girl you brought home."

"So, you're willing to stay but just don't want to be a one-night stand? That's fine."

"Youji-kun," Omi said with a stern glare. It wasn't Aya's glare, mind you, but it was rare to see him like that. "You know what I mean. I can't get involved with you, anyways... what would Aya-kun and Ken-kun say?"

"What do they care," Youji snorted. "They're been at it for the longest time."

"So you want to have sex with me and that's it?"

"N-no! I meant.."

"What DO you mean, Youji-kun? I know you're hurting inside from the Asuka incident, but it's in the past... you have to let that go first before jumping into whatever feels good at the moment."

Asuka. Why did Omi have to remind me tonight...

Youji turned his face away, closing his eyes, unable to keep himself from breaking into soft sobs. Omi's stern expression faded into one of compassionate worry and apology.

"Youji-kun... Youji-kun, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"No... you're right." The lanky blond plopped down onto his bed and covered his face with his hands. "I just want someone to fill the void. She's gone, Omi, and I can't bring back those feelings. I can't remember how it felt to be loved like that... I can't remember how it was like to love someone like that..."

Omi walked over to Youji and embraced him. "Youji-kun, I love you, don't you know that? I've loved you for a long time, and I don't want you to hurt like this."

Youji pulled Omi tightly against his chest and let his tears flow into Omi's soft chestnut hair. Once again, he began to feel the same warmth flow through him. Gods he wanted it to last forever -- why didn't he see this in Omi sooner? He pushed Omi down onto the bed and started kissing him fiercely.

"You...ji...kun... don't..."

"Mmmmmnn, you have such a sweet mouth," Youji purred in between kisses and kissed down Omi's neck, tugging at the neck of his t-shirt with one hand and fumbling for the top of his shorts with the other.

Omi struggled a bit at first, but overwhelmed by the outpouring of affection, he eventually decided to let Youji drown his tears for now. Guess it couldn't hurt...

"Damn, this feels good... I don't want him to stop..." Omi thought as he squirmed silently under Youji's kisses.

Brushing back his wavy bangs and strands of hair with a sweep of his hand, Youji moved lower on the bed and pulled down Omi's shorts and briefs in one yank. Reaching down and lowering his face down with his ass in the air, the lanky playboy showed off his skills -- even though he was admittedly more used to girls.

Omi froze. He wanted to protest, but seeing Youji's leather-clad butt up in the air was, he had to admit, arousing. Youji grinned when he looked up to find Omi's gaping face, so he wiggled it a bit with a wink before lowering his mouth over the younger boy's erection.

Youji wanted to know just how sweet Omi could be, and he lavished his lollipop for as long as he wanted without Omi struggling in the slightest. Instead of trying to stop Youji, the boy couldn't help himself from really enjoying the moment, the view of a beautiful, sexy man between his legs and the view of how tight the leather was around his ass. Omi felt like he was going to explode when Youji suddenly pulled away.

His vision blurring and his head spinning, Omi stammered a few inaudible words and Youji laughed and licked the bit of precum off his lips.

"Mmm... you're sweet as butterscotch, do you know that?" he said with a sexy purr.

Omi flushed crimson and nearly forgot why he was in Youji's room in the first place.

As Youji sat down on the opposite side of the bed, he pulled off his skintight shirt and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand.

"Don't smoke," Omi said automatically.

"I always smoke after sex."

"Smoking is bad for your health and your body, and besides, what sex, we haven't had any yet..."

Youji was caught off guard by that, and his fingers fell short of the package of cigarettes.

Crawling over on the bed and kicking off his shorts and underwear meanwhile, Omi leaned forward and worked at the buttons on Youji's leather pants.

"People smoke if sex doesn't fulfill what they need," Omi whispered as rubbed Youji's crotch, squeezing it lightly in his hand before undoing the buttons and zipper. His hand found that Youji wasn't wearing any underwear as Youji all but popped into Omi's hands.

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" Youji quirked a sultry brow at the shorter boy. Omi laughed and teased Youji a little more before leaning in to mimic what he had gotten earlier.

Youji moaned and writhed under Omi's touch and warm mouth. The way Bombay's tongue circled and left saliva all over, and the way he sucked like he was kissing was like no guy had ever sucked him before, and no girl either. Or maybe it was just the lack of company for four nights in a row, who knows. The lanky form writhed more than the younger boy had earlier, and his moans got so loud that Omi decided he'd massage Youji's ass through the leather. His hands instinctively moved towards the narrow valley between the cheeks as Omi felt hands slide down his covered back and grip his bare buttcheeks, which caused the boy to throat Youji's rise deeper and deeper.

Then to give Youji the same torture as he got, Omi got up promptly once he felt Youji mounting towards a climax.

"Oi, Omi!" Youji choked out.

The boy fingercombed his hair clear of his face as he laughed, "You sounded like Ken-kun just now."

"Don't tell me you've been practicing on Ken..." Youji said between light pants, narrowing his eyes.

Omi laughed again and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Of course not, you think I want Aya-kun after me?"

Youji laughed, too. He could never get this kind of conversation with any of his bring-home dates. It felt really nice to be able to be honest with someone and get such a cozy feeling, to feel so... understood...

"My turn."

"Again?" Omi whimpered slightly, "I have class tomorrow, you know!"

"You're not getting away with getting me this close..." Youji crawled over and hovered over Omi, who didn't know whether to be excited or horrified. Balinese fumbled in his side pocket and pulled out a small tube. "Here, hold this."

"Nani...?" Omi looked at the tube in his hand, squinting in the dark, squeezing the contents lightly. "...Oh."

Omi then blinked as Youji stripped completely out of the leather pants and wriggled so that his hips were between Omi's legs.

With one hand, Youji took the lube from Omi's hands and unscrewed the cap before flicking it off. He leaned down and smothered Omi in kisses as he squeezed a dallop of cooling jelly on Omi's entrance. Bombay gasping while they frenched provoked Youji to caress and slip his fingers inside the boy, as tight as it was, and coated the smooth walls with the jelly. On being penetrated with exploring fingers, Omi reached down and grasped Youji in his hand, stroking him up and down carelessly and stopping once in a while to massage his balls.

Finally, not being able to take it anymore, the lanky boy broke off the kissing and fondling, and squeezed a quick splotch to lube up his length and lifted Omi's ass off the sheets. He discarded the tube quickly and looked down, but abruptly hesitated as he wasn't sure if Omi really wanted it or not. Gods know he didn't want to violate his friend.

But Omi looked up and simply nodded, breathing a little too heavy for words.

Without further care, Youji lowered himself into the incredibly tight hole, pushing with effort and grunting as Omi's lips tightened at the intruding pain.

"You're... not alone in your pain..." Omi gasped, moaning, arousing the already hot playboy, who in turn pushed harder and gripped Omi's thighs for better leverage.

It seemed like an eternity before Youji was fully inside Omi, and they were both panting like sweaty dogs -- Omi arching his back and clutching blankets to his sides, and Youji holding onto Omi's widespread legs. Before Omi was ready for anything further, Youji began to slide out. Then in again. Then out, as it was getting easier to move after the initial penetration.

Omi was ready to scream out but he didn't want Aya and Ken to hear, so he clenched his teeth all while trying to relax his lower half. And after awhile, yes, the pain was blanketed by a swiftly growing heat and desire for his oldest teammate. But it was more than that, too. And he reached up a hand to touch Youji's sweaty face, almost lovingly brushing back waves of hair from deep green eyes.

Youji was grunting and moaning heavily, perhaps loud enough to reach Aya and Ken's dreams, and he continued to plunge in and out of Omi for all that four empty days were worth.

Funny, how fucking Omi felt so different from fucking anyone else. It actually felt right. There was no guilt in it, there was no worry about whether or not the next night would be cold. There was neither a past hounding him in the back of his mind. There was only the moment, the now, and the heat between them. It felt so... warm.