Title: He Always Leaves
Genre: Yaoi, angst
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Youji x Omi
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, could be considered mild lime by the prude-er circles
Summary: Omi reflects of the actions of his lover
He always leaves.
Every night he comes, but he always leaves he never stays 'til morning, just long enough to
catch his breath.
And then he leaves.
I don't know why he started coming, maybe with all the stress we've been under it just became
easier to use me than to go out to clubs and put effort in to picking up women, but I always let
him, never protested, never once asked him to stay. It wouldn't matter if I did though.
He'd still leave.
I wonder to my self every night after he goes, as I lie sleepless, and empty yet oddly sated.
Why he even bothers to come to join with me in the intense wash of feeling, mental and physical.
Every time the pleasure becomes more, and the pain afterwards becomes worse.
Every time he leaves.
I don't know how he can take it to just get up, dress himself and just walk out of the room
without even sparing a glance at me, lying there on the bed. How he can walk out and not
pause and spare a thought at what had just transpired, the hot kisses, the muffled moans of
pleasure, stifled to prevent Ken and Aya from waking up and coming to investigate. The
fervent hands running across over sensitized skin, the thrusting of two bodies joining in the
most intimate of all acts. How can it not affect him?
How can he leave?
I don't know what I am to him, and honestly, I don't really want to know, I'm probably around
the level of 'fuck-toy' or maybe "stress relief". I don't know why he picked me either, when he
could have had practically anyone else in the world he wanted. Why me? I'm masochistically
happy inside that he did pick me though, he must have seen through my hard work to hide my
feeling for him, that has to be why he picked me, I'm happy because I love him, I'm sure he
knows it, but it will never be said. Knowing it is one thing, bit if he where to hear those
words from my lips, I know exactly what would happen.
He would leave.
Maybe one day my place in his heart will advance past the stage of 'Omi, Under-aged sex toy' to
something more. But until then I'll just do my best to keep my heart from breaking as I watch
him pull his pants up over his tight ass and walk from the room without a passing backwards
glance. I'll go through it tonight, and every other night but I've learned to accept in and
one day my heart will learn to too, because the facts will always stay the same and never
waver, and I have to live with the realities set before me.
He'll always leave.
So, what do you think? My First Weiss Kreuz fic, yay!! Now I officially write for three fandoms
(Gundam Wing, Fushigi Yuugi, and now, Weiss Kreuz)
Genre: Yaoi, angst
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Youji x Omi
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, could be considered mild lime by the prude-er circles
Summary: Omi reflects of the actions of his lover
He always leaves.
Every night he comes, but he always leaves he never stays 'til morning, just long enough to
catch his breath.
And then he leaves.
I don't know why he started coming, maybe with all the stress we've been under it just became
easier to use me than to go out to clubs and put effort in to picking up women, but I always let
him, never protested, never once asked him to stay. It wouldn't matter if I did though.
He'd still leave.
I wonder to my self every night after he goes, as I lie sleepless, and empty yet oddly sated.
Why he even bothers to come to join with me in the intense wash of feeling, mental and physical.
Every time the pleasure becomes more, and the pain afterwards becomes worse.
Every time he leaves.
I don't know how he can take it to just get up, dress himself and just walk out of the room
without even sparing a glance at me, lying there on the bed. How he can walk out and not
pause and spare a thought at what had just transpired, the hot kisses, the muffled moans of
pleasure, stifled to prevent Ken and Aya from waking up and coming to investigate. The
fervent hands running across over sensitized skin, the thrusting of two bodies joining in the
most intimate of all acts. How can it not affect him?
How can he leave?
I don't know what I am to him, and honestly, I don't really want to know, I'm probably around
the level of 'fuck-toy' or maybe "stress relief". I don't know why he picked me either, when he
could have had practically anyone else in the world he wanted. Why me? I'm masochistically
happy inside that he did pick me though, he must have seen through my hard work to hide my
feeling for him, that has to be why he picked me, I'm happy because I love him, I'm sure he
knows it, but it will never be said. Knowing it is one thing, bit if he where to hear those
words from my lips, I know exactly what would happen.
He would leave.
Maybe one day my place in his heart will advance past the stage of 'Omi, Under-aged sex toy' to
something more. But until then I'll just do my best to keep my heart from breaking as I watch
him pull his pants up over his tight ass and walk from the room without a passing backwards
glance. I'll go through it tonight, and every other night but I've learned to accept in and
one day my heart will learn to too, because the facts will always stay the same and never
waver, and I have to live with the realities set before me.
He'll always leave.
So, what do you think? My First Weiss Kreuz fic, yay!! Now I officially write for three fandoms
(Gundam Wing, Fushigi Yuugi, and now, Weiss Kreuz)