Sweet Dreams

[Part Two]

[by Firefly]





Yohji dipped his fingers in the bath. Not quite hot enough. He reached over and turned the hot tap up a little, then sat back on his heels and watched in satisfaction as the bath filled with steaming water and- this being Yohji- mounds of white bubbles. As he slipped smoothly out of his clothes he remembered with a grin the morning three days ago, when he'd 'accidentally' turned a tap on in the kitchen while Omi had been under the shower. Within seconds indignant screeching could be heard coming from the bathroom, then a shivering Omi had dashed to his room, covered- barely- by the first towel that had come to hand. It had been a very small one, Yohji reflected happily.

Yohji returned from his reminiscing when he noticed the bubbles starting to pour over the edge of the tub. Cursing and hurriedly turning the water off, he thought as he settled in to the hot water that maybe he had been just a tad generous with the bubble bath mix. But, he decided as he felt the heat drawing the tension out of his muscles, he really didn't care. Omi should be out all afternoon, and after the past two weeks, he was owed this.

About ten minutes later, never having had a particularly high boredom threshold, Yohji cast around the small room for something to entertain himself with. Omi had removed the television from the bathroom the day after he had arrived, muttering something about 'flimsy shelving', 'exposed wiring', and 'bloody stupid bakas'. So no videos then. His eyes roamed the bathroom and lit on... a yellow duck? It wasn't his- must be Omi's. He reached out and picked it up, holding it at arms length as you or I might do with an unexploded bomb. If we were prone to go around picking up unexploded bombs, that is. Then he squeezed it experimentally.

<squeak>

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Omi walked slowly up the stairs to Yohji's apartment, lost in thought. He was starting to feel quite concerned for his host. He'd been woken by Yohji's nightmares nearly every night of his stay, but whenever he tried to discuss it, Yohji would hurriedly change the subject. Today Omi had resorted to confiding in Ran- he needed to talk out his worries with someone. Ran, who had loosened up a little in the last couple of years- mainly at the insistence of his sister- had listened to the anxious blond's story, and had then done his best to calm him down. Smirking to himself whenever Omi looked away- Yohji had been moaning down the phone to him for the last week. But whenever Ran suggested that having Omi stay with him instead would put an end to Yohji's little problem, Yohji had emphatically declined his kind offer.

-*-*-

It is, of course, obvious to any observer with more than a few brain cells to rub together that Ran, who had seen through Omi's 'concern' straight away, could easily have told both the idiots... uh, innocents concerned what was going on, but it was much more entertaining this way. Ken had been telling him that he needed to develop his sense of humour. Besides, he was enjoying seeing Kudou Yohji, the notorious flirt, at a loss for once in the game of love.

-*-*-

As Omi reached the door and inserted his key, he paused. He could hear strange noises coming from inside the flat. It sounded like... singing? From what Omi could make out as he entered the main room, Yohji was not only singing, he was singing in a foreign language. The perplexed boy thought he recognised it as English, but he was more preoccupied in wondering how Yohji was making those odd squeaky noises.

He moved silently through the apartment and tracked the noises to the bathroom, where he slowly opened the door, so overcome with curiosity that he spared not one thought for decorum. Then he stopped short at the threshold, transfixed by the vision before him. Yohji, eyes closed, was lying back in a bubble bath; his skin flushed a delicate pink from the heat of the water.

/ Naked, / supplied Omi's mind, helpfully.

And he was singing.

/ While being wet and delectably naked. /

" 'Rubber ducky, joy of joys, <squeak squeak>
When I squeeze you, you make noise, <squeak squeak>
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you,
Boop boop be doop,' "

Yohji warbled happily, punctuating the pauses in the song with enthusiastic squeaks from the yellow duck in his hand. Then he opened his eyes and saw Omi staring at him open-mouthed. For a moment he looked a little discomfited, but he speedily recovered himself and lifted one eyebrow airily.

"Do you mind? You're letting in a draft. So please either leave or," and here he waggled both eyebrows suggestively, "-join me. There's plenty of room."

Omi blushed to the roots of his hair and, trying extremely hard not to think about how much he wanted to take Yohji-

/ Wet and naked. /

-up on his offer, backed out of the bathroom mumbling apologies and excuses. He hurried to the blessed privacy of his room, where he flung himself face down on the bed. Then he gave in and allowed his mind to play the scene over, and over, and over in his head, with careful attention paid to certain details.

/ I should have some interesting dreams tonight. /

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Yohji sat in the cooling water staring at the wall opposite for quite some time trying to grasp what had just happened. Then his gaze fell to the duck still dangling limply from his hand. Suddenly he hurled it at the door, then groaned in frustration before slipping wearily beneath the surface.

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Several days later Yohji could be found pacing in circles round the living room. He was tired, and frustrated, and Omi still couldn't look at him without blushing.

Yohji gave up pacing and plunked himself down on the sofa. He knew the main reason he was feeling so edgy was the lack of sleep catching up with him, but what could he do? He was taking cat naps when Omi went out- as he thought this he swung his feet up and stretched out on the sofa- but it wasn't really enough, and he knew that Omi was worrying about him. There was, Yohji mused, Ran+IBk-s offer to take Omi in, but he just couldn't do it, even if Omi would leave while he thought Yohji was still suffering from nightmares.

Having Omi live with him, even for a short while, was worth much more than a little lost sleep. Omi's cheerfulness and naivete, which he retained in spite of the life he had led, were like sunshine to the more cynical man. It wasn't just lust that Yohji felt- he really cared for Omi. It was an added bonus that the sweet, charming person came wrapped in such a very nicely assembled package... here Yohji drifted off, as sleep noticed the lull in activity and finally succeeded in knocking him over the head.

Later his right hand twitched as he began to dream.

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"Yohji, I'm ba-ack!" Omi called through the apartment as he tried to shut the front door, attempting to juggle the handle, keys, and two heavy shopping bags with little success. In the end he pushed the door shut with his butt. "Yohji?" At Yohji's insistence, Omi had dropped the '-kun', although after the Bubble Bath Incident he had tried, unsuccessfully, to reinstate it. Yohji had simply refused to answer, so he had had to give up. "Yohji? The store didn't have the regular coffee, so I- oh." He quieted as he finally found the older man, stretched out full length on the couch, fast asleep.

/ Poor guy, he looks so tired. He's barely had a full nights sleep since I got here, what with all those nightmares. I'll just let him sleep it out. /

Omi tiptoed past Yohji into the kitchen with the shopping, and started putting it away as silently as possible. He had just finished when all too familiar moans began emanating from the main room.

Omi hurried back to Yohji, and was about to wake him, when,

/ Wait a minute! /

He caught sight of the unmistakable bulge in Yohji's crotch. Omi blushed furiously as he realised that whatever the man was dreaming about, it certainly wasn't a nightmare. He turned quickly to leave, planning on giving his host a little privacy, when his name coming from Yohji's lips called him back just as quickly to the ex-assassin's side.

/ That couldn't have been... /

"Oh, Omi!"

/ ...okay it was. /

Omi stood there stunned, while his thoughts chased each other round in frantic little circles. It went something like this.

/ Yohji's dreaming about me. He's having nice sex dreams with me. Yohji's gay. He likes me. Like I like him. I should do something about this. /

Then happy little hentai images would appear in his mind and completely derail his train of thought so he had to start over again.

A particularly loud moan from Yohji finally pulled Omi from his reverie. Oh well, if he was going to do something about the situation...

He gulped.

... Then there was no time like the present.

Omi leaned over the sleeping blond and planted his lips firmly on Yohji's.

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Yohji struggled to stay asleep- this dream was nearly finished! But he couldn't help it, so regretfully, he went from lying over Omi, kissing him passionately, to...

Lying under Omi, kissing him passionately?

Part of Yohji's mind raced frantically back over the last few weeks, searching for any clue that Omi might have given that his feelings for Yohji were not purely platonic. Other than the fairly large... well, lets call it a hint, that he was dropping at the moment. The other part was doing extremely happy back flips, and the latter soon convinced the former to stop rationalising and just go with the flow already!

When Omi eventually came up for air, he looked to see Yohji staring up at him bemusedly. Well, mostly lustfully, but there was a little bemusedness in there too. He blushed a becoming shade of pink as he felt something hard nudging against his hip.

"So," he blushed, yet again, "You're, umm...?"

Yohji took pity on him.

"Aa."

"And you... like me?"

Yohji shot him an incredulous look.

"What do you think?!"

"Good," said Omi firmly.

Yohji's eyes gleamed wickedly as he pulled the boy- no, he corrected himself- the young man- back down to him.

He was looking forward to teaching Omi a thing or two.

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Several hours later, an exhausted and thoroughly sated Yohji flopped back onto his bed, holding his new lover in his arms.

"Where the hell did you learn to do all that?!"

"... the Internet."

"... oh."

"And those videos you used to keep hidden under your bed when we still lived above the flower shop."

Yohji's eyes bugged out a little.

"Oh."

"Yohji?"

"Hmm?"

"Were any of those dreams nightmares?"

"Eh-heh. No."

Omi beamed.

"I'm flattered!"

Yohji turned a wry look on his... energetic... partner. Omi had been more enthusiastic- and more flexible- than Yohji had dreamed possible (and he'd done a lot of dreaming). He'd had no idea the younger man would turn out to be such a hentai! Yohji had, it seemed, met his match. He was knackered.

"Hmmph. Well, at least I'll be able to get a decent nights sleep now," he said thankfully.

And a little while later, just as was drifting off to sleep, he thought he heard a voice say, quietly, "That's what you think, koi. Sweet dreams!"

~finis~




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