Draco: Alright...this is just a preview...I promise I'll get it written sooner or later, but my brain's in reasearch paper mode, so lemons are kind of...well...impossible...and I didn't want to do another ~POOF! there's a Youji in the doorway!~ type moment.

To Kalio: Gomen! I know I promised, but...well...I couldn't find another quote!

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"Yes, sex does normally advance the plot."

It was not long before Omi found himself in about the same position as Youji had. Main differences: they were actually in the bed, and the door was locked. Omi was not sure if that made him happy, nervous, or what. He also was not sure if it mattered.

Aya's lips brushed the boy's throat, and his hands graced the boy's skin. Omi sighed, letting himself fall back into that world of sensation, eyes closing. He moaned softly as he tumbled into the depths of a kiss, tangling thin fingers in hsi partner's hair. Fingers ran gently up the length of his erection, drawing out another moan, as Aya's other hand played with his nipple. Teh younger boy arched up into the tough, wanting more. It just felt so good, so beautiful, feeling Aya's smooth skin against his own. A soft laugh answered the response, as Aya broke the kiss and moved down to flick the tip of his tongue teasingly over the sensative nub he had been playing with. Teeth sank into a soft lower lip as Omi tried to stifle a rising moan, which only succeeded in turning it into a soft, high-pitch whine.

Grinning, Aya took the nipple into his mouth, stroking the boy's shaft lightly. Omi whined again, arching up reflexively. The response was a quick reaction, a hand wrapping aorund his member, stroking upward, and Omi gasped. Now the main difference between feeling yourself and another was blantantly obvious: you never knew what the othe rmight be thinking. Aya could do anything and Omi would never be able to truly ready himself for it. The thrill in that was wonderful. That unpredictability was what Omi loved, and hell if Aya's face ever gave anything away.

The hand gripping him slid up and down, and Omi groaned. If he did not remove his teeth from his lip soon, the boy thought he might draw blood, but his jaw felt locked. He squeezed his eyes closed to the odd mix of pleasure rushes and pain twinges. Aya grinned, tightening his grip for a second, then let go. Omi's eyes flew open at the lack of contact, only to find violet orbs staring down at him. That made him slightly nervous.

"N-nani?" he choked out, finally dislodgin his fangs from his lip.

The older boy's grin sparkled in his eyes. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Omi felt himself pale, then a hot blush burned his cheeks. "I...is it...that obvious?"

He received a laugh, and a rather passionate kiss. "No. Your reactions all just seem so surprised by everything. That's all."

The hand returned to his momentarily neglected erection. "That's all."

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Draco: I promise I'll finish it...I promise... Spring Break's next week...maybe then...key? Key. Oh yeah! And I chopped all my hair off, so now I look really Omi-ish! Just had to tell some people who might actually appreciate it...