"Caught in the Act," Omi/Yohji, Weiss Kreuz
Title: Caught in the Act
Author: lady_ganesh
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Dubcon. I do promise Omi is of legal age in this.
Pairing: Omi/Yohji
Prompt: Omi, toys - He knew Omi spent a lot of time in his room, but he never suspected the boy was doing anything like this.
Much love to andmydog for keeping me on track.
Socks, socks.... Just one damn pair of clean socks. It was Ken's turn to do the laundry. Why hadn't he done any socks? And of course, when he raided Ken's drawers he couldn't find any socks, either. At least Yohji wouldn't be alone in his suffering.
Aya was out on his Secret Trip to wherever the hell he went, so his room was open, technically, but sneaking on a sock raid was probably a bad idea.
Omi, on the other hand, would be fine with it. Hell, they'd known each other the longest of anyone. And his things were always so carefully organized.
He opened up Omi's door and went to the top drawer. T-shirts. Second drawer had boxers. Third drawer had...socks! Yohji smirked to himself in triumph.
He grabbed a black pair-- good thing Omi did his own laundry half the time-- and his fingers hit something hard and smooth.
Huh. Little Omi was keeping secrets, huh? Yohji idly pushed a carefully arranged pair of white athletic socks aside and looked more carefully.
Well, look at that. A...holy crap, it really was a vibrator. What the hell else did Omi have in there?
He poked a bit further.
There was a lot more than a vibrator in there. A lot more. Beads, and a butt plug, dildos, some things with cords that even Yohji had never seen before. "Holy shit," Yohji muttered under his breath. Sure Omi spent a lot of time in his room, but Yohji'd figured he was surfing for Internet porn, not....
Well, okay, he could be surfing for Internet porn and using these--
His heart was pounding. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he had to get out of here and get out fast. Before he--
"Yohji-kun?"
Aaaaand okay, now he was really fucked.
"Uh, hey! Omi!" He plastered on his most charming grin. "I was just looking for--"
Omi's eyes weren't looking at his face though. They were looking at his open sock drawer.
"I just needed some clean socks, and you know how Aya gets, and...."
"And?" Omi's eyes were wide as saucers. He was barefoot, just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and he did not need to think about Omi in his underwear right now.
"I'm sorry," he said, finally. "Um. I'm just gonna get out of here. You...you deserve your privacy and--"
"Sit down," Omi said, his face snapping into an expression Yohji had seen a hundred times on missions. It wasn't a request. Yohji's knees buckled and he landed on the bed. It bounced a little under his weight.
"What'd you need the socks for?"
"I was just...." He looked helplessly at Omi. His fellow assassin provided no help, his blue eyes still solid and unblinking. "I wanted to run out for a minute." This was a lie, but it seemed like the least of Yohji's problems right now.
"You can run out later," Omi said. His jaw was tight. He walked over to his drawer, and the boxers were thin, not translucent exactly, but it was easy enough to tell what was going on underneath them...and why did he keep looking?
"Very funny," Yohji said, and it was harder to talk than it should have been.
Omi-- and oh, hell, you could see every muscle in his arm in this light-- reached into his drawer and pulled out a ball gag. Shit, Yohji hadn't even seen that one. "We don't have to argue about this, Yojhi-kun. Do we?" He dangled the rubber strap between his fingers, and Yohji could almost taste it in his mouth. He shook his head.
"Good," Omi said. He wasn't smiling. He reached down and pulled his own boxers off slowly, his eyes still fixed on Yohji. He was always more sturdy than his size indicated, his clothes hiding slim but well-defined muscles.
Not that Yohji had ever thought of him like that.
He hadn't. Had he?
Naked now, Omi reached back into the drawer, turning just enough that Yohji could no longer see-- damn it, he had to stop looking. Yohji swallowed and tried to ignore the signals coming from his stupid stubborn dick. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore everything. What the hell was he doing? Why was he just sitting there?
Omi walked closer; just a step, but close enough to touch. Close enough, in fact, to carefully snap a handcuff around Yohji's wrist.
Yohji had learned in his training that men usually fought or ran; women could and would freeze when threatened. Part of his brain wondered why he was neither fleeing nor fighting. He wasn't exactly frozen, though his cock was plenty stiff. Like Om-- He needed to stop thinking about that.
Omi had been fourteen when they'd met. Reminding himself of the fact didn't help at all. Opening his eyes just made things worse.
Omi expertly looped the cuff and chain around the bedpost and snapped it on Yojhi's right wrist. Yohji swallowed hard. Omi reached down and tugged at Yohji's jeans and boxers. Yohji wiggled, and the pressure and tightness felt good against his skin.
He could have fought. He thought about it. He thought about it really hard.
It took two hands and a bit of effort, but Omi got them down-- not off, just low, low enough to give, as the saying went, full access. Yohji spread his legs a little wider, and hated himself for doing it.
"Now, Yohji-kun," Omi said, his voice a hard whisper. "I'm going to put this in--" This was a bright green butt plug shaped a little like a lotus bulb. "And then you're going to suck me. And then, if you're a very good boy, maybe I'll take care of you."
Yohji nodded. Suddenly, he wanted to be a very good boy.
Author: lady_ganesh
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Dubcon. I do promise Omi is of legal age in this.
Pairing: Omi/Yohji
Prompt: Omi, toys - He knew Omi spent a lot of time in his room, but he never suspected the boy was doing anything like this.
Much love to andmydog for keeping me on track.
Socks, socks.... Just one damn pair of clean socks. It was Ken's turn to do the laundry. Why hadn't he done any socks? And of course, when he raided Ken's drawers he couldn't find any socks, either. At least Yohji wouldn't be alone in his suffering.
Aya was out on his Secret Trip to wherever the hell he went, so his room was open, technically, but sneaking on a sock raid was probably a bad idea.
Omi, on the other hand, would be fine with it. Hell, they'd known each other the longest of anyone. And his things were always so carefully organized.
He opened up Omi's door and went to the top drawer. T-shirts. Second drawer had boxers. Third drawer had...socks! Yohji smirked to himself in triumph.
He grabbed a black pair-- good thing Omi did his own laundry half the time-- and his fingers hit something hard and smooth.
Huh. Little Omi was keeping secrets, huh? Yohji idly pushed a carefully arranged pair of white athletic socks aside and looked more carefully.
Well, look at that. A...holy crap, it really was a vibrator. What the hell else did Omi have in there?
He poked a bit further.
There was a lot more than a vibrator in there. A lot more. Beads, and a butt plug, dildos, some things with cords that even Yohji had never seen before. "Holy shit," Yohji muttered under his breath. Sure Omi spent a lot of time in his room, but Yohji'd figured he was surfing for Internet porn, not....
Well, okay, he could be surfing for Internet porn and using these--
His heart was pounding. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he had to get out of here and get out fast. Before he--
"Yohji-kun?"
Aaaaand okay, now he was really fucked.
"Uh, hey! Omi!" He plastered on his most charming grin. "I was just looking for--"
Omi's eyes weren't looking at his face though. They were looking at his open sock drawer.
"I just needed some clean socks, and you know how Aya gets, and...."
"And?" Omi's eyes were wide as saucers. He was barefoot, just wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and he did not need to think about Omi in his underwear right now.
"I'm sorry," he said, finally. "Um. I'm just gonna get out of here. You...you deserve your privacy and--"
"Sit down," Omi said, his face snapping into an expression Yohji had seen a hundred times on missions. It wasn't a request. Yohji's knees buckled and he landed on the bed. It bounced a little under his weight.
"What'd you need the socks for?"
"I was just...." He looked helplessly at Omi. His fellow assassin provided no help, his blue eyes still solid and unblinking. "I wanted to run out for a minute." This was a lie, but it seemed like the least of Yohji's problems right now.
"You can run out later," Omi said. His jaw was tight. He walked over to his drawer, and the boxers were thin, not translucent exactly, but it was easy enough to tell what was going on underneath them...and why did he keep looking?
"Very funny," Yohji said, and it was harder to talk than it should have been.
Omi-- and oh, hell, you could see every muscle in his arm in this light-- reached into his drawer and pulled out a ball gag. Shit, Yohji hadn't even seen that one. "We don't have to argue about this, Yojhi-kun. Do we?" He dangled the rubber strap between his fingers, and Yohji could almost taste it in his mouth. He shook his head.
"Good," Omi said. He wasn't smiling. He reached down and pulled his own boxers off slowly, his eyes still fixed on Yohji. He was always more sturdy than his size indicated, his clothes hiding slim but well-defined muscles.
Not that Yohji had ever thought of him like that.
He hadn't. Had he?
Naked now, Omi reached back into the drawer, turning just enough that Yohji could no longer see-- damn it, he had to stop looking. Yohji swallowed and tried to ignore the signals coming from his stupid stubborn dick. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore everything. What the hell was he doing? Why was he just sitting there?
Omi walked closer; just a step, but close enough to touch. Close enough, in fact, to carefully snap a handcuff around Yohji's wrist.
Yohji had learned in his training that men usually fought or ran; women could and would freeze when threatened. Part of his brain wondered why he was neither fleeing nor fighting. He wasn't exactly frozen, though his cock was plenty stiff. Like Om-- He needed to stop thinking about that.
Omi had been fourteen when they'd met. Reminding himself of the fact didn't help at all. Opening his eyes just made things worse.
Omi expertly looped the cuff and chain around the bedpost and snapped it on Yojhi's right wrist. Yohji swallowed hard. Omi reached down and tugged at Yohji's jeans and boxers. Yohji wiggled, and the pressure and tightness felt good against his skin.
He could have fought. He thought about it. He thought about it really hard.
It took two hands and a bit of effort, but Omi got them down-- not off, just low, low enough to give, as the saying went, full access. Yohji spread his legs a little wider, and hated himself for doing it.
"Now, Yohji-kun," Omi said, his voice a hard whisper. "I'm going to put this in--" This was a bright green butt plug shaped a little like a lotus bulb. "And then you're going to suck me. And then, if you're a very good boy, maybe I'll take care of you."
Yohji nodded. Suddenly, he wanted to be a very good boy.