This is –NYKTA- coming at you with some Weiss love!

There –IS- uber sappy YoujixOmi.

…And Semi-Angsty Sweet RanxKen. So be prepared.

Oh. And of course there will be lemons. Duh.

Please, please review. I might just write a lemon for you (you'll have to request it…) if you review and ask nicely. The secret to asking nicely: My favorite word is snoodle. And of course, I respond to all of my reviewers…and usually read their stuff. AHEM. On with the show!

((THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER. I know its not allowed on …but, could get its head out of its ass long enough to read, it could comprehend the 1st rule of fanfiction: DON'T LIKE, DON'T FUCKING READ. Flame me if you want…I honestly will NOT give a flying fuck. ))

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Thanks for reading!

BTW: Chillaxing Chilling Relaxing.

The Art Of Chillaxing

Sunlight as golden as Texan honey streamed through the fully opened window of Youji's room. At first annoyed, he cracked open an emerald eye. In the past, he had always kept that window shut. But more and more as spring approached, and Omi shared his bed, he was learning to like it open. The illumination of the cheery eleven o' clock sun bathed the room in a fair glow, bringing an ethereal appearance to it.

Adding to the already heavenly image, the sunlight caught on the glittering blonde locks of an angel. As Youji gazed on, Omi slept contently, hair splayed around his cherubic face like a halo of star studded gold. The young assassin was slumbering on his side, his lithe body exposed from the waist up. Youji smiled, recalling all the times he had stayed up late into the night just to worship that beautiful body…

The elder of the two momentarily turned from his sleeping cherub to search his nightstand for a hair tie. After a few minutes of fruitless hunting, he heard the previously asleep boy mumble something tiredly.

"Mmph…wrist…"

"What was that, Chibi?"

"There's one around your wrist…"

Sure enough, there was an elastic band hanging loosely from Youji's wrist. He smirked, and secured his unruly blonde tresses into a pony tail, and turned back to his little lover. Omi propped himself up on his elbows, yawning like a kitten.

"Morning, Chibi. How did you sleep?"

"Mmm…Aight. I always sleep good when I'm with you, Yotan."

"Good to hear it."

Youji was genuinely glad that Omi was with him now. For the longest time he had nearly gone insane with love for the little one, only to find his feelings returned. A true fairy tail ending had only served as a beginning, bringing them many days of happiness and many nights of love. The taller assassin leaned over to his nightstand once more, this time retrieving his cigarettes and lighter. Omi wrinkled his nose.

"Yotan… Not in bed…"

Youji sighed and put both of the items down, flipping back over to face his lover. Omi had never liked the smell of smoke, and really didn't appreciate it in bed. Smirking, the elder assassin pounced on Omi, straddling his hips gently. Omi let out a surprised yelp and blinked. Chuckling at the little one, Youji set about planting loud, exaggerated kisses across Omi's collar bone and chest. The one called Bombay could only giggle, sent into convulsions of laughter by Youji's affection and the tickling of his loose bangs.

((Here comes my middle finger to I'm gonna get reported, but…hell. Rebellion is worth it. TAKE THIS, FF! It's yaoi, he's underage –AND- it's NC17! " Onward…))

However, the sloppy kisses didn't stay at Omi's collar bone for very long. Youji pressed his lips against Omi's for a moment, slowly running his tongue across them. The younger assassin parted his lips, and allowed Youji exploration of his sweet cavern of a mouth. After a few moments of kissing so passionate it brought a red stain to Omi's cheeks, Youji once again moved south, running his tongue along Omi's young chest.

The little assassin clutched at the sheets, pressure already building in his groin. Youji was also swiftly becoming aroused, now dipping his tongue into Omi's navel. At this the boy bucked his hips softly, moaning as his blush deepened. Youji smirked, traveling further down, but purposefully avoiding Omi's now hardened length. A little teasing, in his mind, never hurt any one. Using both hands, Youji gently spread Omi's smooth legs. He leaned so close that the teen could feel his warm breath on his sensitive flesh. The taller of them placed a series of light kisses on the innermost skin of Omi's thighs, making him shiver in delight, and whimper.

"What's the matter, Omitichi?"

"Mmm…Oh Yotan…"

Omi's speech was mostly made up of moans and gasps now, pleasure over taking all of his senses. With little to no warning, Youji ran his wandering tongue up the smaller one's stiff manhood, or in his case boyhood. At any rate Omi thrust his hips forward, body demanding more contact. Continuing his pleasuring, Youji slowly slid a slim finger into Omi's hot entrance. The boy gasped, and tossed his head in need. He was always so responsive…Becoming impatient, the older boy pushed a second finger in, watching his lover's face reflect momentary pain and otherworldly bliss. Once content with his double digit stretching, Youji removed his fingers, and set about preparing Omi to be screwed silly. The petite boy practically growled when Youji pulled his fingers out, voice tinted with the longing to be filled.

After applying a rather generous amount of lube, Youji positioned his manhood before Omi's opening. The boy draped his legs over his seme's shoulders, whimpering in anticipation. Youji hesitated. He was planning on just thrusting in, in fact his body demanded it. But…he was concerned for the Chibi, as he always was. Gently, he grasped one of the smaller assassin's hands with his own.

"I love you, Chibi…"

With those sweet words whispered, Youji tenderly slid his now painfully hard member into Omi. The teenager gasped, and squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the hand that Youji had offered. His muscles tensed around the taller assassin's length, making it very tempting to just pound the little one. But Youji restrained himself, giving his love a little time to get used to the feeling. Once Omi was comfortable, he moaned, wiggling his hips a little to indicate that he was ready for more. Youji began his thrusting then, slow and gingerly at first, then quickening as Omi responded with throaty moans and a bucking to match his pace.

As Youji neared his climax, he wrapped a tentative hand around Omi's firm length, sliding it up and down in time with his thrusts. At this, the boy only tensed further, stars of ecstasy dancing before his eyes as Youji expertly hit his sweet spot over and over again. With one final drive, Youji moaned his lovers name in blissful climax. Omi followed suit practically screaming his love's name as he came with extreme passion.

When Omi finally came to, Youji was laying beside him, smiling. The teenager was still blushing, body still tingling from the intense love making session.

"Yotan…What was that?"

"That, my love, is how you say good morning in my language."

Omi giggled, and stretched once again. Youji wrapped his arms around his beautifully tanned lover, and buried his nose in his hair. Some how, he could never get enough of the petite boy's scent, sweet and soft like daisies. He smiled.

"Kid, how about we go take a shower and then grab some lunch? I'm starved."

"Sounds good, Yotan! Sounds great!"

((MAUAHAHAH! I'll stop there for now. Tell me whatcha think. Please! Love and snoodles,

!Nykta!