Author's Note: So sorry about the long wait. I've been having a wicked case of writer's block and have been a bit busy. But I'm finally updating for all who are still interested.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss if I did I won't be here!
WARNING: This chapter has Aya/Omi fluff. Lots of Fluff. Those who didn't like how fast I went or lots of Fluff turn back now!
Chapter5) Quiet Time
Aya stroked the boy's hair. Omi was absolutely beautiful in his opinion, too beautiful to be handed over to the emperor. The boy shifted a bit in his sleep his soft hair tickling Aya's chest.
"I'm not going to hand you over." Aya whispered wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. "I'll take you far from him, so you'll never be hurt." Aya kissed the top of Omi's head receiving a murmur from the boy but nothing coherent. Aya then shifted Omi off of him and walked over to the fireplace. Once the fire started to burn again Aya placed a black kettle over it. Omi started to stir and was trying to burry himself in the blanket searching for the warmth that had vanished. Aya chuckled a little as he watched Omi. He immediately averted his gaze when Omi started to sit up. Omi yawned and leaned back against the pillow, he was still very dizzy. Aya poured some of the heated water in to a small bowl and grabbed new bandages. Omi stayed quiet as Aya pulled the blankets down and rolled the one short's leg up revealing the bandaged area. Omi stared unable to look away as Aya unwrapped his wound. Omi hissed as Aya began to clean the wound, and yes it stung but his mind wouldn't get off of the fact that the feared hunter was being so gentle it felt like Aya was caressing him. Omi's skin felt suddenly cold and a need to be touched.
"Why are you being so nice when you're just going to hand me over for slavery?" Omi blurted out and wished he hadn't. Aya's looked at Omi, his eyes much softer than usual.
"I'm not going to hand you over." Aya said brushing Omi's bangs from his eyes. Aya set the cloth and water bowl next to the bed and turned back to Omi. "As soon as you're better we're leaving and will never have to deal with Schuldig." Omi nodded not sure of the Aya's change, but if they would be safe from Schuldig he couldn't complain. Omi's cheeks pulsed with heat as Aya continued to stare at him, till Omi couldn't take it and broke the gaze by turning his head. Aya's gaze ran all over Omi's body. His hand caress Omi's face turning him so he was looking at Aya again. Aya was now laying on his side next to Omi his face just a few inches away. Aya brushed his lips lightly against Omi's not hesitantly but questioningly. Omi didn't move, he wasn't sure if he wanted to, he just let it happen. Aya had kept the kiss short, but moved on to the bed. He leaned over and kissed Omi once more, and this time the smaller boy's mouth opened for him shyly. Aya's tongue plunged into Omi's mouth searching and tasting every part. The desperate need for air forced them to separate.
"Aya, I…" Aya placed a finger against Omi's lips and shook his head. There wasn't a need for words and that's how Aya wanted to keep it.
"Your not allowed to speak right now." Aya wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him into his lap, smiling as Omi yelped with surprise. Aya ran his hand over Omi's bare chest slowing exploring the softness of his skin and waiting for the boy to relax. Omi slowly began to relax as the heat from Aya's body seemed to encase him. Omi rested his head in the curve of Aya's neck watching Aya's hand glide over him.
"Just watch." Aya whispered as Omi's started to squirm not sure what to do. Aya let his one hand dip down to Omi's shorts his fingers played along the top of them. Omi whimpered, he was enjoying the light touches, and he wanted more but he wasn't suppose to talk. Every cautious movement, every ghost like touch set Omi's flesh a flame, he wanted more contact but knew Aya was just trying not to hurt him. Omi arched his hips up a little, begging for more. Aya chuckled and casually slipped Omi's shorts and boxers down to his knees.
Aya wrapped his hand around Omi's sex stroking it with a slow and steady pace while his other hand laced with Omi's. With each stroke Omi's breath quicken and more delicious sounds poured from him making Aya only speed up the pace. Omi was over whelmed by the sensations of pleasure and came to his climax. Aya reached over and grabbed the wet cloth and began to clean Omi, as he lay on top of him.
"Aya… Please can I stay with you?" Omi asked. Aya stopped his movement for a second and smiled down at Omi.
"I already answered that. Now try to rest." Aya kissed the top of Omi's head and set the cloth back in the bowl. After re-adjusting Omi's short Aya covered them with the blanket and fell asleep with his angel curled on top of him.
Author's note: So so so sorry! I know it's short but the next chapters coming soon. Enter Crawford! That spells trouble. Any ways you know the deal. And don't be to mad with me for the wait.
