Sweet Dreams

[Part One]

[by Firefly]





<Bang. Bang. Bang. >

"Wha...?"

Yohji forced one eye open and peered blearily at the alarm clock next to his bed.

<Bang. Bang. Bang.>

Seven... three... zero. Seven-thirty? Why on Earth would he be awake at seven-thirty in the morning?

Yohji hit the clock a few times in the vain hope that it would make the banging stop.

<BANG. BANG.>

Instead it was getting louder. Oh yes. Alarm clocks beeped. Yohji's had beeped, too, until several mornings ago, when it had somehow been taken over by an evil entity and wouldn't stop beeping. He had been forced to kill the beeping bit. For the good of society.

So if the clock wasn't making any noise, then the banging was coming from...

"Yohji-kun? Are you awake?"

... His front door.

"Yohji-kun?"

Yohji rolled out of bed and stumbled through his apartment, occasionally clutching at his head to make sure it was still there. He reached the door and, after a few tries, managed to open it.

"Ohayo, Yohji-kun!"

Sometimes it seemed to Yohji that Omi was superly genki in the mornings just to spite him. How else was it possible for someone to be so goddamned chirpy at seven-thirty in the morning? However, at the moment, Yohji wasn't thinking this. He was in fact thinking 'Wha...?'
Omi's cheerful smile faltered a little when he saw the semi-conscious look on Yohji's face.
"Uh, am I too early? You did say to bring my stuff over first thing... "

He gestured to the suitcase by his side as he trailed off uncertainly.

Yohji managed to cudgel a few brain cells into action while he mumbled reassuringly at the confused boy and waved him into the main room.

Reluctantly they went digging around in his mind and eventually wandered out waving the appropriate memories triumphantly.

Ah yes, Omi was coming to stay for a few weeks- apparently some pipes had burst in his apartment, and before the place would be habitable again, repairs needed to be made and the whole flat needed to be cleaned. Thoroughly.

Yohji was a little vague on the details- Omi had been Looking at him while pouring out the story, and that had affected him far more than Omi's plight. He'd offered the boy a place to stay immediately- anything to stop him looking at Yohji like that.

Of course, his decision had had nothing at all to do with the fact that if Omi was living with him for the next few weeks, there was a fairly good chance that Yohji would get to see him in his nightclothes. Or even, and here Yohji swallowed, just a towel. He wouldn't be taking advantage of the situation to discreetly ogle Omi in said towel at all.

A few more brain cells joined in here, bringing along metaphorical popcorn, eager to stare at the pretty mental images being provided.

He was just helping a friend in need. And if the friend in need just happened to be a very attractive friend in need, about whom Yohji might or might not have been fantasising for the last six months, well, that was neither here nor there.

Having cleared this up, Yohji was more than happy to return to his nice warm bed, with only one thought pursuing him as he went.

/ If only Omi was gay. /

Naturally, the thought of Omi being gay and not fancying Yohji was one that never crossed his mind.

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As it turned out, Omi settled in quite quickly. He and Yohji between them even managed to scare away all the door-to-door salesmen in the area.
Omi seemed more than happy to wander around in the mornings wearing just a towel, so Yohji had plenty of opportunities to ogle him (although it did mean that he had to get up a little earlier than he was accustomed to. But he didn+IBk-t seem to mind. Instead of clubbing all night, crashing into bed at four or five in the morning, and getting up at twelve the next day, he would go to bed at a reasonable hour, after having spent the evening in Omi's company. Then he would get up early and get to see all sorts of nice things; Omi in a towel coming out of the bathroom dripping wet; Omi in a towel making breakfast; Omi in a towel eating breakfast... and so on. It seemed a fair exchange to him.)
Now if only Omi hadn't been as discreet as Yohji when ogling him in a towel (and, thanks to Yohji's usual apparel, the rest of the time as well,) then this story would have been a lot shorter.

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Of course, there were a few close calls...

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Omi woke with a start, and gazed around the unfamiliar room in confusion for a second before he remembered where he was; Yohji's spare room. Yohji, after his initial semi-somnolent welcome, had gone straight back to bed. When he finally did surface though, he was most welcoming- a perfect host- and had quickly installed Omi in his guest room.

Omi lay back onto the pillow and relaxed as he tried to work out what had woken him. He thought he remembered a noise, but he couldn't hear anything now.

/ And besides, / he reasoned, / It's only natural that I hear unfamiliar noises- this isn't my apartment! I shouldn't have expected to sleep well my first night in a strange room. /

He was busy ignoring a little voice that was suggesting that one of the reasons he might be sleeping lightly was the presence of the handsome playboy in the next room when he heard the noise again. It sounded like a groan, and it was coming from Yohji's room!

Omi sat up and swung his legs off the bed, suddenly concerned; it sounded as though Yohji was having a nightmare. He knew that once, when they had still been members of Weiss, Yohji had been plagued by a series of bad dreams- shortly after Neu's death. He had learnt then that the best thing to do was wake Yohji from his dream and attempt to behave as normally as possible. Then, hopefully, he would be able to return straight to dreamless sleep.

Omi rose from his bed and went to Yohji's room, ignoring the little voice in his head, which was now rambling on about the merits of seeing the tall blond in whatever it was (or, quite possibly wasn't) he wore to bed.

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Yohji groaned as he gazed into Omi's wide, ecstatic eyes and thrust into his quivering body. He gasped as Omi pulled his head down for a deep tongue-meshing saliva-swapping cavity-searching passionate kiss.

"Oh Omi!" he cried.

"Yohji!" shouted the boy beneath him.

"Omi!" he cried again as he started to thrust harder... but... he was shaking from side to side. Was there an earthquake...?

"Yohji, wake up! It's just a dream!"

/ No no no it *can't* be a dream, this is the first time I've managed to get laid in weeks! And I've been waiting for *this* for *months*! /

"YOHJI!"

Yohji finally awoke with a jump, only to find he was staring into the face from his dream, barely a foot above his own. It was a bit of a shock.

"Aaargh!"

Omi backed away quickly.

"Relax Yohji-kun, it was just a dream," he said as calmly and reassuring as he could, considering that the object of his fantasies had just screamed horribly at the sight of him. Little things like that can upset a boy.

"It... was?"

/ Aww crap. /

"Yes, I woke up and heard you moaning, then you called my name-"

/ Oh dear. /

"- for help. So I came in here and you were tossing and turning. Must have been some nightmare, huh?"

Yohji was suddenly grateful to whatever god was watching over him at that particular moment that Omi had only turned the sidelight on- any more direct light would have revealed that the dream had certainly not been a nightmare. And Omi standing there wearing nothing but boxers and a concerned expression, looking adorably tousled, wasn't helping matters at all.

"Uh, right. Arigatou Omi."

/ He's so gorgeous when he's confused, / thought Omi wistfully. / And the rest of the time as well. /

"You're welcome Yohji-kun. I'll see you in the morning then."

Omi started to return to the spare room, then paused.

/ They've all always thought of me as the 'innocent one'. It might as well be good for something. /

Omi plastered a big smile across his face as he turned back, leaned over, and planted a light kiss on the top of the Yohji's head. Then he went back to his own bed.

/ Although I do wish he'd notice I'm not a 'kid' any more. /

Yohji sat motionless as Omi left the room.

/ Now how the hell am I supposed to get back to sleep?! /

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... But each man remained so convinced of the other's disinterest that neither even thought to broach the subject. So both remained completely clueless.

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... Omi's hot mouth working its way slowly down his body, and then finally reaching-

"Yohji, wake up! You're having another nightmare!"

Yohji slowly regained consciousness, thinking as he did,

/ Oh Gods, not again! One night! Just one damn night can't he wait till I'm finished before he wakes me from my 'nightmares'? Is that too much to ask? Maybe if I drug him... /

But aloud all he said was,

"Oh...thanks, Omi-ch... Omi."

As usual.

"That's alright Yohji-kun, anytime!" replied Omi as usual, planting a kiss on Yohji's head, as usual, before returning to his own room. Leaving Yohji, as usual, to beat his pillow into a submissive wreck before attempting to get back to sleep. Unsuccessfully. As usual.

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See?

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[On to part 2! ^_^]