Part Three: The Brink of Paradise

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.

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.

"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.

"Aya-kun... I don't feel so good..." 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. 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. Omi thought, disconnected. It was almost a relief when the concerned face haloed in fiery red faded to black.

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