Weiß Reiter (White Riders)
By: Atsureki
Disclaimers : Just borrowing them! Don't ask, don't sue.
Warnings : AU, Shonen-ai, OCC.
Pairings : Aya/Ken, Yoji/Omi
Notes : Stuff in Italic are thoughts as usual.
This chapter is for fei cause well she asked for a new one and managed to break my writer's block! *S* Here you go girl *gomps* Thanks!
Chapter 7. Kisses
Omi wasn't sure how he had managed to get the lanky blonde back to the station but he had done it somehow. Tin-pot had seen them coming and had immediately sent Ken to get a doctor before he helped the little blonde carry Yoji into the barack. After the doctor had removed the bullet and cleaned the wound he had instructed Omi to keep the tall blonde in bed and he got no objections. That was two days ago and the youngest rider hadn't left his friend's side except when he was forced to. He didn't really understand why he had such a strong need to be with Yoji and he decided not to ponder over it at the moment. The lanky blonde needed him and there was nothing that would tear him away from his side. Yoji didn't talk much and most of the time he seemed to be sleeping.
"Omi?" The young blonde straightened up and turned to his friend.
"Yes?"
"Just checking if you were still here," Yoji mumbled with his eyes close. "I never did thank you for saving my worthless ass." Omi frowned and took a seat on the bed.
"No need to thank me and you are not worthless!" A green eyes opened slightly and looked at him.
"You have no idea how low I am," the older blonde huffed. "I'm scum Omi all I do is smoke, drink and... well you know."
"Oh stop it!" Omi muttered with more fire than he had ever held in his voice before. "I've seen the sadness and hurt in your eyes Yoji. Whatever it is that you think makes you so low I'm willing to bet that you have a reason for doing those things. We all have scars and we need to learn to live with them. At least your not afraid of your own shadow." Yoji opened both his eyes to look at his friend and frown slightly.
"Can I ask you something Omi?" The little blonde nodded. "Who… who beat you so badly?" Omi shuddered and lowered his eyes to the floor. He had never talked about that but for some reason he didn't feel awkward about telling Yoji the truth.
"My uncle. I don't know why but he hates me, really hates me. It didn't matter what I did, he always found something to beat me up about. Glasses that weren't shiny enough, whiskey that wasn't diluted enough, floors that weren't clean enough… No matter how hard I tried it was never good enough for him," Omi answered almost absently. "He's all the family I got and he hates me." That was always what hurt the most. It had never been the beatings but always the fact that his uncle hated him. "I can never do anything right." Slowly Yoji pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard of his bed.
"That's a load of crap!" the older boy said firmly and placed his hand on Omi's thigh. "There will always be people in your life who wants to make you feel like you're not worth anything, you just have to learn not to listen to them."
"Take your own advice then Yoji and don't listen to yourself when you say that you're worthless," the smaller blonde said softly. Yoji laughed slightly and nodded.
"I suppose you do have a point there huh? By the way… don't I owe you something?" Omi blinked.
"Owe me what?"
"I believe I said I would kiss you if you got me here, which you did." Blue eyes widened and locked with green. Yoji didn't allow him to say anything as he pulled Omi closer. "Trust me baby I don't bite." The lanky blonde carefully covered the younger boy's lips with his. Omi had never been kissed before but he immediately understood what the fuss was about. The kiss was soft but firm and he responded to it even though he did really know what he was doing. Yoji traced the contours of his friend's lip with his tongue before he pulled away. Slowly the lanky blonde licked his lips and smiled softly. "If I get to do that every time I get shot I think I need to get shot again." Omi stared still completely taken aback by the kiss. He had never felt anything like that before, never tasted anything like Yoji. The older boy tasted mildly of tobacco but even more so he tasted masculine and it had felt so right.
"I… it…" Omi stammered and swallowed. A soft hand caressed his hair.
"I'm a bad man Omi, you know that so be honest when you answer this question…" Yoji paused for a moment. "Would you mind if I did that again?" The little blonde stared completely shocked. Did he want Yoji to kiss him again? The answer was ringing clear inside his head.
"N… not at all." Omi had seen the tall blonde smile, smirk and grin several times but never as tenderly as when he smiled before pulling him in for another kiss.
"Good," Yoji mumbled before their lips connected again.
Ken scowled as he stalked away from the barn. For two days Aya had been avoiding him and it was getting to him. Okay so he had expected it but it still hurt. The callous redhead didn't seem to suffer at all which didn't make it any easier on Ken. Annoyed he decided to go for a swim. He needed to cool himself down before he took a swing at someone. Muttering curses underneath his breath the brunette headed for the lake. Life wasn't fair, that he already knew but wasn't this taking it a bit too far? Ken sighed deeply and froze dead in his tracks. There was already some at the lake. Someone naked. The brunette rubbed his face and groaned. The sun was setting and its last rays played over alabaster skin and crimson hair as Aya made his way into the water. He was in no hurry and obviously not aware of the fact that he no longer was alone. Ken couldn't move, hell he couldn't even breathe. The silent redhead was absolutely stunning in all his naked glory. Slowly he turned around and met the brunette's eyes. He didn't say anything but he smiled. Aya smiled?! Ken blinked and shook his head. He was seeing things for sure! Drawn by some force he didn't understand the slightly shorter man walked closer and met the redhead at the edge of the water. He wanted to taste those lips again, he just didn't know how to get a chance but Aya seemed to be one step ahead of him. A pale hand was placed on the back of his head and pulled his face closer.
"Aya… I…" Ken studdered utterly confused.
"Shut up," the redhead commanded softly and brushed his lips over the brunette's. "You want this, you told me so yourself." Again their lips met but it wasn't soft anymore. Just like their first kiss this one was hard, demanding and they fought for dominance. They were pretty much equal and it might have been a draw if Aya hadn't had his fingers intwinded in Ken's hair. By pulling at the brown strands he forced the brunette's head back so that he could take controle of the kiss. When his teeth carefully nipped at Ken's bottom lip the shorter man gave up and allowed the redhead access to his mouth not mourning the fact that he had lost the little war at all.
His head spun as he explored the warm soft mouth with his tongue. Ken tasted just as he remembered. It was heaven to kiss the brunette and this time he wouldn't make the mistake of running away. Aya deepened the kiss further and pulled the firm body against his, desperate for more. He had no idea how far he could take things, how much he was ready for but he ignored it. His body told him that it was right and he was not about to argue with it. A low moan escaped from Ken and he swallowed it hungerly wanting so much more. He had kissed a few girls but this was something completely diffrent. Girls were fragile but the brunette was a man and so much stronger and robust. Without caring about the consequences Aya's hands began stripping Ken from his clothes. He needed to feel that tanned skin against his more than he needed his next breath of air. The brunette's shirt fell to the ground and they pressed against each other. For a second they broke apart to breathe. Aya paitently waited for Ken to make the next move and he wasn't disappointed. The shorter man made contact between their lips once again and asked for entrance which Aya was more then willing to give him. He wanted more, much more but his brain was pulling the breaks. The redhead didn't exactly know how this was suppose to work and he wanted something else than just a quick lay. Ken meant more to him than that. Reluctlantly he pulled away but he didn't let go of the hold he had on the brunette. Confused brown eyes looked at him.
"Why…" Aya smiled softly and stroke away a few chocolate strands from Ken's flushed face.
"There's no rush," he said quietly and let his fingers roam over the tanned skin. "Let's go for a swim." The brunette nodded and fumbled with his pants. Aya swallowed well aware of the fact that his body showed his exitement. What did it matter? He had felt that Ken was in the same state as he was so why worry about that? When the brunette had managed to get rid of the last pieces of clothing Aya took his hand and together they walked into the cool water.
"Wh… what's this about Aya?" Ken asked slowly and glanced at the taller boy.
"If you hadn't been so quick the other day I would have told you that I feel the same way." The brunette stared.
"You…. What?"
"Come on Ken I know you're not stupid," Aya mumbled and lowered his body into the water. "I don't know where this is heading but I want to be there for the ride. There's something between us and we both know it, we can both feel it." His fellow rider nodded and frowned slightly.
"You do realize that this is wrong, don't you?" Aya raised and eyebrow and stood up again.
"Wrong?"
"Aya… I know you've never done anything like this before but I have and I…" Ken trailed off and without thinking one of his hands started rubbing the scars on his back. "People don't understand, it goes against what the bible talks about." Aya widened his eyes. So that's how he had gotten those scars.
"They whipped you for being with another man?" The brunette bit his lip and avoided making eye contact.
"Kase, he was my friend, I thought he loved me but he… he used me and then he told the whole town about how sick I was. They caught me before I could get away and Kase whipped me, almost killed me." Aya shook his head and winced when he saw the hurt and the tears in Ken's eyes. How could someone be so cruel?
"I'm sorry Ken." Carefully he pulled the brunette into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Doesn't the bible teach us to love each other no matter what?" the redhead mumbled against Ken's hair while his soft fingers drew patterns across the scarred skin on the brunette's back.
Yoji carefully stretched his muscles and hissed in pain. That damn wound was a bitch! A little confused he realized that he was holding someone. He smiled when his eyes landed on a mop of blonde hair. Omi, the lanky boy thought to himself and his eyes softened. Maybe Omi was what he needed in his life. The younger boy would never take advantage of him and he would never let him down because that wasn't the kind of person the small blonde was. Besides, He wanted to take care of Omi, keep him safe, love him… Green eyes narrowed slightly. When the hell had that happened? Yoji shrugged slightly. It didn't really matter his life was so fucked up anyway. Not to meantion the fact that he needed Omi in a way he couldn't quite understand. With the petit blonde he could be the person he really was and he would never be judge for it. Omi wasn't after his body, he didn't demand anything from him and he most certainly never would use him simply because he could. No the blonde boy would give without asking for anything in return and Yoji would make sure he got everything he wanted and needed, Omi deserved that and so much more. Satisfied with the head that rested on his chest the lanky playboy closed his eyes again. You were right Omi we all do have scars but maybe we can help each other to heal. Life was handing him a chance on a silver plate and Yoji was going to grab it with both hands because he needed it, wanted it. Omi was his exact opposite and he needed to be protected which meant that the taller blonde would again have someone to care about, someone who needed him. He hadn't had that since… her. It still hurt to think about her but the pain would lessen, he could feel it. Even if Omi didn't want him in the same way he wanted the small blonde they would be friends and that was more than Yoji deserved, at least in his own mind. Carefully he snuggled closer to the slender body and sighed contently. I could fall in love with you Omi and I just hope you'll let me. Please let me love you, Yoji begged inside as he drifted back to sleep.
~TBC~
Bravo Aya! Don't let him go now, you have him right were you want him. And Yoji and Omi are moving along nicely too. *chuckles* Sweet little Omi will take good care of Yoji *nods* I hope everyone has noticed the diffrences between the two couples. Aya and Ken have their passion burning brightly and tend to 'fight' to be in controle while Yoji and Omi takes it slow and easy. Why? Well Omi needs security and Yoji needs to be allowed to take care of someone. The attraction between them is very diffrent. But I'm sure you all already picked up on that ne? Oh and I know this chapter doesn't have anything in it that follows the fact that this is set back in 1860 but that will change in the next one. We're getting some action (um not the lemon kind, at least not that I know of) in that one. Ja/Atsureki
