Draco: Chapter 4!
Disclaimer: The quote at the top is from a song by Trip Cyclone.
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"Just take my advice now, listen to sense when it calls."
Youji grumbled, holding ice on the back of his head and glaring at Aya. The punk paid no mind, and sat sprawled in a chair with Omi seated Indian-style in front of him. Smirking, he stretched and tapped the kid's rear-end with his toe, making the little goth squeak and jump. Wide, thickly lined, blue eyes stared at him in near disbelief. Aya just let his head fall back to watch the ceiling, only to find Heather looking down at him.
"Konbon wa, Draco-chan," he sighed, then sat up.
The girl grinned. "Konbon wa, mina! We have a game!"
Maggi bounced in holding three bottles. "Alright everybody! Some know our game and some don't! This is our little version of spin-the-bottle!"
"Split into three groups," Heather instructed. "Don't worry about who you're with, 'cause you won't be for long." She grabbed Omi and dragged him into a group with her, whispering in his ear, "If you want to kiss Aya, don't start in his group."
Omi blushed as he listened to Maggi continued explaining.
"Sit in three different circles now. I'll spin one in the center of each and whoever it lands on has to start. They spin, kiss who it lands on, and rotate to the next group. Whoever got kissed in each group then spins and repeats those steps. We'll do this until it turns into a make out session."
Everyone laughed as Maggi selected the starters. Youji was one, Pookie another, and Omi stared nervously down the neck of the third bottle. When he looked to Heather, she just grinned, pointing to the center of the circle.
With a deep sigh and a crimson blush, Omi crawled into the little ring. He watched the bottle spin, barely remembering that he had even touched it. From one group, Pookie groaned, and from the other, Youji laughed. Omi just stared up at his bottle's target, and Ken smiled back at him.
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Omi was not sure how long they had been playing, but they were now down to one group. He had lost his nervousness after awhile, but, then again, he had not had to kiss anyone since Ken. Besides the fact that the other boy tasted rather strongly of alcohol, it had not been that bad. It probably would have been better if they had not been embarrassed to kiss in front of everyone.
Youji was in the middle now, laughing as the bottle spun. Omi thought the older boy was having too much fun with this. After a torturously long wait, the bottle slowed to a halt, and Omi felt himself blush as it landed on Aya. The laugh of triumph that came from Youji forced the poor goth to hide his burning face in his knees. He just could not watch, not after seeing the kind of kisses that pretty boy had planted on everyone else.
Omi did not have to hide long, though. Apparently Youji did not get what he wanted and fell back into his place in the circle, practically pouting. With a deep, bored sigh, Aya got to his knees, leaned forward, and spun. Watching the bottle made Omi dizzy, but he could not break his eyes away from it.
Then it stopped.
Omi stared down the neck of the bottle for a moment before it actually registered in his brain what that meant. A pink tinge slowly spread across his face, turning more crimson as his eyes moved up to meet Aya's. The two stared at one another for a long moment before Aya began to move towards him. As the punk closed in, Omi could swear he saw Aya's lips twitch upward in the slightest of smiles. Then all he saw was Aya's hair until his eyes slipped closed.
Aya's lips pressed hungrily to Omi's, causing the younger boy's heart to flutter. Omi thought he might melt into the carpet. How could someone who acted so cold be so warm? He was not complaining, it was a beautiful feeling, but it amazed him. What amazed him more was the feeling of Aya's lips curled into a smile against his own. Then a tongue flicked across his lips questioningly, and he parted them in response. Given permission, Aya wasted no time taking advantage of the admittance. His tongue dove in to meet Omi's, and the younger boy moaned softly.
"Hmph," Youji grumbled. "Wish I'd gotten a welcome like that."
Heather thwapped him over the head. "Shush you! Go outside and smoke or something if you're gonna complain!"
Both the goth and the punk smiled into the kiss. If his mouth had not been so captured, Omi would have giggled. He was slightly light headed, unable to get enough oxygen, and giddy from the swirl of sensation. It felt perfect, just so beautiful and perfect, and Omi never wanted it to end. If only they could stay as they were, breathing for each other, off one another, he would be happy. Why return to reality when you could live in a kiss?
When the finally parted, Omi was practically gasping for breath. He knew he had the dumbest grin plastered across his lightly flushed face, but it did not matter. That grin was there with good reason, and it more than made up for Aya's once more emotionless expression.
"Game over!" Heather laughed. "All happy now!"
"Naaaaniiii!" Youji howled, eyes going wide. "You were holding this stupid game out for that?"
Heather grinned.
"I don't believe it! What'd it get you? Ya couldn't even see anything past their hair!"
The girl's grin spread. "It got me exactly what I've been wanting all day: two of my hottest friends making out in front of me!"
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Draco: I know the Omi/Ken bit was nothing, but it was just a little bit of suggestion for tSuki. ^_^ As for whether Schwarz will show up...maybe later, but I don't know them well enough right now to write them. I'll see what I can do, though. And if you wanna see a quick picci I did of my goth Omi, it's up on www.mediaminer.org under the name Ryu-chan.
