Yuki Hito: Snowman
by Vanessa S. Quest
Omi looked at the small pile of firewood. "Ken-kun, I'll run to the store and pick up two stacks of logs."
Ken nodded, "Okay Omi, if you need anything for yourself feel free to grab it, here." Ken handed him ¥2500.
Omi smiled and bowed his head, "Domo Arigato Ken-kun, I'll pay you back once I get back."
Ken smiled, "Don't worry about it, we probably forgot something you wanted anyways."
He bowed a second time, grabbed his coat and flew out the door, wind trying to push him back as he went to get into his scooter.
Aya came into the room just as Omi closed the garage door behind he and his scooter. "Ken, where's Omi-kun?"
"Oh, he just went to pick up some firewood." Aya glared at Ken.
"What do you mean he went out in this weather!"
"Nani? We needed firewood, he volunteered- he took his scooter."
Aya's lip curled. Ken finally dawned on what Aya was concerned with, Omi got sick last time he went out grocery shopping and almost died as a result of it. "Aya you're being paranoid. He'll be fine."
"On a scooter in a white out? Explain how exactly you plan on ensuring his safety if he can't even see three feet in front of his face? Let alone a." Aya halted his thoughts on that, he didn't WANT to think of what else could happen. Instead he grabbed his coat and keys and left. Ken scratched his head Aya was being awfully protective.
Omi turned to see the blur of black leather heading towards him. He knew that blur of black! Dismounting his scooter simultaneously with a pile of firewood he walked up to Aya. Aya glared at him.
"Omi! What are you doing out in this kind of weather!" Aya started to lecture.
He smiled softly at the berate redhead. "I was just getting some firewood, why? Were you looking for me?"
Aya grabbed his shoulders and redirected him towards the door. "In case you didn't notice, this is a blizzard. This is not weather to go for a stroll in let alone go to the store!"
"I didn't go to the store Aya-kun, I just went behind the garage, I figured my scooter could carry more wood than I'd be able to with the wind and snow in my face."
Aya looked into Omi's face, flakes of white began gathering on each of their skin, Aya leaned in for a kiss causing Omi to drop the firewood namely on Aya's foot. That made them both flinch but Aya, in his saving graces, continued with the kiss, pulling Omi towards the snow covered ground. Omi managed to maintain his balance.
"Aya-kun! .Ran, I don't want to get wet and have to explain that to the others when we both come back in." Omi rubbed his nose to Aya's, "I promise, tonight when the others are busy." Omi just smiled, "I promise."
Aya wrapped his arms around the boy all-too-knowingly. "I don't care about sex, Omitchi I just want to be close to you. I know you love this weather and I want to share this with you."
At the mention of sex Omi blushed, he still wasn't used to the idea that he had had it. But then again by age 16 he had been in Weiss for he couldn't even remember, which really isn't funny because he couldn't. Killing people the entire time, and now he was having sex a somewhat normal activity, or at least Yoji would put it to the test of 'day-to-day living' and he was blushing.
Sex, sex, sex, sex! What was the big deal? And he still blushed. He cursed his own shyness, he didn't used to think himself prude but come on! The word made him giddy, and Aya made him jump twice as much, and add all this to being in the snow, the most sensual place he could think of. in front of his home and place of work. not the one he kills at either. That sense of guilt and sin hit him hard and he realized it was time to go in.
Aya sensing his partner's mood picked up the firewood, handed half to Omi, but before letting Omi go inside, hit him in the head with a ball of fluffy, flaky fresh powdered snow.
Omi tried dodging but the cool reminder of snow to the face reminded him he was struck. "Aya-kun! Yoru! Yoru Aya!" Aya smiled at the pleasant tension in his partner's voice.
Why yes, this is a turn on to the boy, he figured something sweet and childlike in nature would do it. Omi picked up a pile of snow and hurled it into Aya's face, thousands of flakes fell into Aya's eyes and mouth; he grabbed Omi by the arm as he slipped backward into the snow. Omi landed on his chest and hardened groin.
Omi leaned in to kiss Aya, first eyes open and then for the slip of the tongue eyes closed. Aya dreamed of the day Omi would look him in the eyes as he did that. Hoping each day and each kiss it would be just that one where his dream would come true.
Omi pulled out and kissed his lips once, "Aya, I have to stop. if I don't I won't be able to."
Aya smirked, "That wouldn't upset me."
"Aya!" He pushed snow over the young redhead's face as Omi sat up and stood up indignantly, logs in hand. "I'll be inside drying off."
That had the crimson man smiling, "Drying huh?"
Omi glared at him playfully, "Oh shut up you! Now I have to explain that I fell on a patch of ice or something."
Ken watched the scene from the secrecy of the kitchen window, he quickly made his way back to the stockroom, those two were so cute and sweet and fluffy they were like marshmallows! He'd wait for Omi to come in and then ask what happened. Ken smiled softly, 'I wonder what he'll say.' He laughed softly as a soaked Omi came through the door from the back and deposited the wood. "Ken-kun, I found some firewood behind the garage. I'll leave your ¥2500 on the kitchen table."
Ken smiled and turned to look through the door at Omi, just how he saw it play out in his mind, "Hey, what happened Omi, you're soaked!"
Aya walked in behind him, equally wet.
Omi smiled feeling Aya's warmth behind him and a soft stroke from Aya's hand to bat off some clinging snow on his coat. "Aya and I tried to build a snowman, but Aya-san here thought that the snowman liked snowball fights." Omi's voice sounded with falsetto seriousness.
Aya stuck his tongue out at the boy, "If he didn't want to buy flowers he should have left. We have enough problems with our female 'customers' during store hours, we don't need to attract another vagrant."
Omi poked Aya, "Listen, you. because of your little efforts, I'm soaked now let me get changed."
As Ken turned around and out of ear's reach Omi added, "And if you behave I'll let you watch." With that Omi climbed the steps. Aya waited a good four steps before following the boy in a coy manner up the stairs and to his room.
Christmas just came early-- ah crap, no that was just him. Aya noted the tightness in his pants. Damn it why didn't he have chloroform in stock or something? He could knock out Ken and Yoji, tie them in the stock room, claim they went out for firewood or something and then have his way with his shy counterpart. but noooooooooo cut backs in Kritiker meant he had to buy or MAKE chloroform and that wasn't exactly cheap or easy unlike many of Yoji's dates.
Aya looked into Omi's room. He came in softly noticing Omi turn his face towards Aya, blushing all the while as he looked over his shoulder at the man he loved. "Would you close the door?"
Aya nodded, closing it and locking it he encroached Omi. Omi threw his shirt in the corner and plopped onto his bed.
"Aya, we need to talk."
Aya stroked his cheek, taking his place beside Omi he kissed his throat up and down from earlobe to nape. "Aya. Ran. stop for a minute." He bit his lip, eyes closing again, "No. Aya. I can't while they're here. they'll figure it out. I don't want them to hate us. you. me. for this."
Aya licked his ear sending tingles down both of their backs. "Ran are you listening?"
"Yes of course I am. but Omi-kun, they are bound to figure it out eventually if they haven't already. I mean, you aren't exactly acting inconspicuous, and neither am I."
".But you're not acting a lot differently. around them at least."
"Liar. When's the last time I had a snowball fight for fun?"
Omi gulped, "I haven't known you long enough to say. but I assume when you were five or so." Omi poked Aya's stomach.
Aya bit his neck softly, "Don't be like that." He kissed Omi's cheek. "And when was the last time you'd stand up to me like what you did coming inside?"
Omi blushed, "You haven't known me long enough to say, hell I haven't known me long enough to say, maybe five?" He kissed Aya's forehead. "I guess we'll tell them later tonight then?"
"If that's what you want, no pressure." Aya said, holding Omi's wrist and hand carefully, caressing the smooth skin with his slightly calloused, explorative fingers.
"Liar." Omi straddled Aya's lap to kiss him, pushing him onto the bed he raised Aya's shirt up to bite his chest and then kiss it. "As I said though, we'll finish this later, so why don't you go help Ken-kun with the firewood and I'll be down in a minute."
"Sure, Omitchi. this is going to be one hell of a night, isn't it?"
"And one heck of a storm." Omi added, closing the door behind Aya with a soft thup sound. He turned to his closet and pulled out a warm sweater Aya had given him for some reason, he claimed it was his anniversary to Weiss and into Omi's life. Omi had gotten him a new jacket but he was embarrassed that Aya too remembered the day and got him something, of course it was done in privacy, but all the same Omi was embarrassed by his lover's strong memory. He slipped on the warm-toned tan-khaki knit sweater and slipped on some black tight fitting jeans. He usually only wore shorts, but he didn't trust himself with that much easy access at the moment, he just hoped the sweater didn't shrink, that extra bulge of fabric at the seat of his pants helped hide another little bulge.
TBC.
^_^ I know, Eeee-vil me. Meh, I'll turn this to smut yet! YEAY for my first lemon-twist ficcie!
Omi looked at the small pile of firewood. "Ken-kun, I'll run to the store and pick up two stacks of logs."
Ken nodded, "Okay Omi, if you need anything for yourself feel free to grab it, here." Ken handed him ¥2500.
Omi smiled and bowed his head, "Domo Arigato Ken-kun, I'll pay you back once I get back."
Ken smiled, "Don't worry about it, we probably forgot something you wanted anyways."
He bowed a second time, grabbed his coat and flew out the door, wind trying to push him back as he went to get into his scooter.
Aya came into the room just as Omi closed the garage door behind he and his scooter. "Ken, where's Omi-kun?"
"Oh, he just went to pick up some firewood." Aya glared at Ken.
"What do you mean he went out in this weather!"
"Nani? We needed firewood, he volunteered- he took his scooter."
Aya's lip curled. Ken finally dawned on what Aya was concerned with, Omi got sick last time he went out grocery shopping and almost died as a result of it. "Aya you're being paranoid. He'll be fine."
"On a scooter in a white out? Explain how exactly you plan on ensuring his safety if he can't even see three feet in front of his face? Let alone a." Aya halted his thoughts on that, he didn't WANT to think of what else could happen. Instead he grabbed his coat and keys and left. Ken scratched his head Aya was being awfully protective.
Omi turned to see the blur of black leather heading towards him. He knew that blur of black! Dismounting his scooter simultaneously with a pile of firewood he walked up to Aya. Aya glared at him.
"Omi! What are you doing out in this kind of weather!" Aya started to lecture.
He smiled softly at the berate redhead. "I was just getting some firewood, why? Were you looking for me?"
Aya grabbed his shoulders and redirected him towards the door. "In case you didn't notice, this is a blizzard. This is not weather to go for a stroll in let alone go to the store!"
"I didn't go to the store Aya-kun, I just went behind the garage, I figured my scooter could carry more wood than I'd be able to with the wind and snow in my face."
Aya looked into Omi's face, flakes of white began gathering on each of their skin, Aya leaned in for a kiss causing Omi to drop the firewood namely on Aya's foot. That made them both flinch but Aya, in his saving graces, continued with the kiss, pulling Omi towards the snow covered ground. Omi managed to maintain his balance.
"Aya-kun! .Ran, I don't want to get wet and have to explain that to the others when we both come back in." Omi rubbed his nose to Aya's, "I promise, tonight when the others are busy." Omi just smiled, "I promise."
Aya wrapped his arms around the boy all-too-knowingly. "I don't care about sex, Omitchi I just want to be close to you. I know you love this weather and I want to share this with you."
At the mention of sex Omi blushed, he still wasn't used to the idea that he had had it. But then again by age 16 he had been in Weiss for he couldn't even remember, which really isn't funny because he couldn't. Killing people the entire time, and now he was having sex a somewhat normal activity, or at least Yoji would put it to the test of 'day-to-day living' and he was blushing.
Sex, sex, sex, sex! What was the big deal? And he still blushed. He cursed his own shyness, he didn't used to think himself prude but come on! The word made him giddy, and Aya made him jump twice as much, and add all this to being in the snow, the most sensual place he could think of. in front of his home and place of work. not the one he kills at either. That sense of guilt and sin hit him hard and he realized it was time to go in.
Aya sensing his partner's mood picked up the firewood, handed half to Omi, but before letting Omi go inside, hit him in the head with a ball of fluffy, flaky fresh powdered snow.
Omi tried dodging but the cool reminder of snow to the face reminded him he was struck. "Aya-kun! Yoru! Yoru Aya!" Aya smiled at the pleasant tension in his partner's voice.
Why yes, this is a turn on to the boy, he figured something sweet and childlike in nature would do it. Omi picked up a pile of snow and hurled it into Aya's face, thousands of flakes fell into Aya's eyes and mouth; he grabbed Omi by the arm as he slipped backward into the snow. Omi landed on his chest and hardened groin.
Omi leaned in to kiss Aya, first eyes open and then for the slip of the tongue eyes closed. Aya dreamed of the day Omi would look him in the eyes as he did that. Hoping each day and each kiss it would be just that one where his dream would come true.
Omi pulled out and kissed his lips once, "Aya, I have to stop. if I don't I won't be able to."
Aya smirked, "That wouldn't upset me."
"Aya!" He pushed snow over the young redhead's face as Omi sat up and stood up indignantly, logs in hand. "I'll be inside drying off."
That had the crimson man smiling, "Drying huh?"
Omi glared at him playfully, "Oh shut up you! Now I have to explain that I fell on a patch of ice or something."
Ken watched the scene from the secrecy of the kitchen window, he quickly made his way back to the stockroom, those two were so cute and sweet and fluffy they were like marshmallows! He'd wait for Omi to come in and then ask what happened. Ken smiled softly, 'I wonder what he'll say.' He laughed softly as a soaked Omi came through the door from the back and deposited the wood. "Ken-kun, I found some firewood behind the garage. I'll leave your ¥2500 on the kitchen table."
Ken smiled and turned to look through the door at Omi, just how he saw it play out in his mind, "Hey, what happened Omi, you're soaked!"
Aya walked in behind him, equally wet.
Omi smiled feeling Aya's warmth behind him and a soft stroke from Aya's hand to bat off some clinging snow on his coat. "Aya and I tried to build a snowman, but Aya-san here thought that the snowman liked snowball fights." Omi's voice sounded with falsetto seriousness.
Aya stuck his tongue out at the boy, "If he didn't want to buy flowers he should have left. We have enough problems with our female 'customers' during store hours, we don't need to attract another vagrant."
Omi poked Aya, "Listen, you. because of your little efforts, I'm soaked now let me get changed."
As Ken turned around and out of ear's reach Omi added, "And if you behave I'll let you watch." With that Omi climbed the steps. Aya waited a good four steps before following the boy in a coy manner up the stairs and to his room.
Christmas just came early-- ah crap, no that was just him. Aya noted the tightness in his pants. Damn it why didn't he have chloroform in stock or something? He could knock out Ken and Yoji, tie them in the stock room, claim they went out for firewood or something and then have his way with his shy counterpart. but noooooooooo cut backs in Kritiker meant he had to buy or MAKE chloroform and that wasn't exactly cheap or easy unlike many of Yoji's dates.
Aya looked into Omi's room. He came in softly noticing Omi turn his face towards Aya, blushing all the while as he looked over his shoulder at the man he loved. "Would you close the door?"
Aya nodded, closing it and locking it he encroached Omi. Omi threw his shirt in the corner and plopped onto his bed.
"Aya, we need to talk."
Aya stroked his cheek, taking his place beside Omi he kissed his throat up and down from earlobe to nape. "Aya. Ran. stop for a minute." He bit his lip, eyes closing again, "No. Aya. I can't while they're here. they'll figure it out. I don't want them to hate us. you. me. for this."
Aya licked his ear sending tingles down both of their backs. "Ran are you listening?"
"Yes of course I am. but Omi-kun, they are bound to figure it out eventually if they haven't already. I mean, you aren't exactly acting inconspicuous, and neither am I."
".But you're not acting a lot differently. around them at least."
"Liar. When's the last time I had a snowball fight for fun?"
Omi gulped, "I haven't known you long enough to say. but I assume when you were five or so." Omi poked Aya's stomach.
Aya bit his neck softly, "Don't be like that." He kissed Omi's cheek. "And when was the last time you'd stand up to me like what you did coming inside?"
Omi blushed, "You haven't known me long enough to say, hell I haven't known me long enough to say, maybe five?" He kissed Aya's forehead. "I guess we'll tell them later tonight then?"
"If that's what you want, no pressure." Aya said, holding Omi's wrist and hand carefully, caressing the smooth skin with his slightly calloused, explorative fingers.
"Liar." Omi straddled Aya's lap to kiss him, pushing him onto the bed he raised Aya's shirt up to bite his chest and then kiss it. "As I said though, we'll finish this later, so why don't you go help Ken-kun with the firewood and I'll be down in a minute."
"Sure, Omitchi. this is going to be one hell of a night, isn't it?"
"And one heck of a storm." Omi added, closing the door behind Aya with a soft thup sound. He turned to his closet and pulled out a warm sweater Aya had given him for some reason, he claimed it was his anniversary to Weiss and into Omi's life. Omi had gotten him a new jacket but he was embarrassed that Aya too remembered the day and got him something, of course it was done in privacy, but all the same Omi was embarrassed by his lover's strong memory. He slipped on the warm-toned tan-khaki knit sweater and slipped on some black tight fitting jeans. He usually only wore shorts, but he didn't trust himself with that much easy access at the moment, he just hoped the sweater didn't shrink, that extra bulge of fabric at the seat of his pants helped hide another little bulge.
TBC.
^_^ I know, Eeee-vil me. Meh, I'll turn this to smut yet! YEAY for my first lemon-twist ficcie!