Disclaimer: More Trip Cyclone lyrics.

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"Gone the footsteps and gone the sighs. Gone the smiles. Gone the lies."

After that, Omi was set to be content the rest of the night. If he had had to go home early, he could have done so happily. He had already gotten more than he had ever expected. So he took a seat in a corner and prepared to stay thee until morning, alone with his memory of that kiss.

Ye gods, it had felt good! That was another thing to thank Heather for. His first real kiss in a new place, and it had been the best in his life. Just thinking about it made his heart flutter.

"Hey Omi," Ken yawned, plopping down on the floor in front of him.

"Hey. Feeling better?"

Ken gave a pained smile. "Yeah. Really should learn not to drink before coming here. The music's great, but really viscous to a headache."

"I'd think so," Omi laughed in response.

"So, how're you? Still realing?"

Omi blushed, and it was Ken's turn to laugh.

"Oooomiiii! Heeeey Oooomiiii!"

With a sigh of relief, Omi stood up. "Coming!" he called, and strode quickly into the kitchen to meet Heather. Anything to get away from the still half-drunk Ken. The guy was nice, but boy did he make Omi uncomfortable when he smelled like alcohol and asked nosey questions.

"Omi!" Heather glomped him, grinning. "Aya wants to see you. He's in my room, upstairs on the left." She winked, then grabbed a waterbottle from the counter.

"Uh...okay... What are you doing?"

The girl's grin turned wicked. "Goin' ta give Ken another shower." Then she bounced away.

Omi blinked, then shrugged and headed for the stairs. As he started to climb them, he heard Ken screaming and could not help laughing. He topped the stairs to the sounds of "X" on a TV somewhere. It was, he realized, coming from the room he was supposed to meet Aya in, so he just followed it. When the door opened, the movie stopped, and Omi watched Aya set the remote on the bedside table.

"Uh hey," the goth squeaked, blushing. "Heather said you...uh...wanted to see me?"

Aya nodded and motioned for him to come sit down. Omi closed the door as he complied hesitantly. Why had Aya wanted him up here, away from everyone? The possibilities that popped into his head were just too much to hope for. Then again, that kiss had been too much to hope for, too. So he took a seat next to the silent punk.

As they sat there in silence, Omi noticed that his current host had lost his jacket. Not only that, his shirt was missing as well. This realization made Omi's face a bit brighter, but he could not help staring. Aya was just so perfect. His chest was so beautifully pale and muscular, strong and protection, and his arms... Omi could imagine those arms wrapped possessively around him, never wanting to let go, never wanting to move. His blush grew brighter still as he realized that his face was not the only part of him responding to the visual stimulation. So he forced his eyes up to Aya's face instead. Big mistake.

Red fair fell across impossibly deep, violet eyes, which held his own blue ones fast. Omi's heart began to race again as he sank into those eyes. He felt as if he could fall into them forever, just drown there. They were so beautiful, like their owner, and oddly soothing for as cold as they usually were. A gasp escaped the younger boy as he realized that that coldness was all but gone at that moment, and then the shocked sound was cut off as lips closed over his.

Omi's eyes were only wide for a moment before falling closed. He felt Aya's hand at the back of his head, twined and buried in his hair, as the kiss grew increasingly deeper. A moan slipped through his lips, soon followed by Aya's tongue. Warmth spread up and out from Omi's stomach as he unconsciously matched his partner's force. Aya's free arm wrapped tightly around Omi's waist, pulling him closer. The feel of that strong embrace made the younger boy's heart jump. Once again, it was as if they were breathing for one another, sucking the air from each other's lungs. They could simply never surface, just suffocate there, and Omi would not care. For some reason, he did not think Aya would care either.

After a beautiful eternity, their lips parted, both of them gasping for air. Their eyes met again, and Omi grinned, watching the hungry spark glint from the corners of Aya's . The older boy's hand came around to brush hair out of Omi's flushed face, his thumb crossing the young goth's soft mouth. A giggle threatened to leap from Omi's throat, but was cut short by a sight that shocked him beyond response. Aya was smiling. Those thin, static lips and deep, violet eyes were smiling! They were smiling, and the smile was for him! Then it was gone. The smile became a frown as Aya's hand moved up to wipe away a tear that had at some point escaped Omi's eye.

Omi took hold of the hand at his face, kissing the fingertips in an attempt at reassurance. he wanted desperately to recapture that short-lived display of happiness. Almost anything was worth it if he could see that smile again, that beautifully warm smile.

But Aya's frown never completely disappeared. It soften some, but did not vanish. This did nothing to help Omi's unwilling stream of tears. At first he had cried from the odd joy brought by a smile, and now he cried from the fear of never seeing that smile again.

Omi sniffed and wiped at his eyes, then frowned himself. After a moment's deliberation, he sighed and captured Aya's mouth with his own. Startled, the punk's eyes widened momentarily before closing to yet another breathtaking kiss. He wasted no time in responding to the small goth who was practically sitting in his lap. His hands went to Omi's shoulders, pushing the vinyl jacket down. A shiver ran up Omi's spine as oddly gently fingertips brushed across fishnet. As the jacket fell away, small arms wrapped loosely around Aya's neck, and larger ones wrapped possessively around Omi's waist. Only moments later, Omi found himself flat on his back, being shoved into the mattress, and the most absurd, out of place thought struck him: Aya was smiling again.

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Draco: *hides behind beanbag chair* Please don't get mad at me! The next chapter is the lemon! I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to it, and this way you didn't have to wait forever for the next installment! See! In the end it's all for you guys! *looks over beanbag* Please don't hurt me.