A/N: This may be the first of several AyaxOmi drabbles that my friend, Amethyst Fr33sia and I am going to collaborate on. First Weiss fanfic, so please leave all your comments by pressing the respectable review button on the bottom! Constructive criticism is appreciated and welcome nn

Yaoi ahead. In which I can't understand why anyone would be even reading Weiss Kreuz fanfiction if they had a problem with it.

Disclaimer: Takehito Koyasu owns them all…the lucky bastard. -'

"Oh my god its them!!!" squealed Yumi.

There it was again. The numerous squeals and gushes that perfumed the florist shop. Aya felt as though he were suffocating.

Ken tried his best to continue his work but found it difficult considering the random girls that latched themselves onto him. He could barely move and looked over at Yohji for help.

Of course Yohji did nothing of the sort.
" Woot Kenken I never thought you had it in you! You DOG!"

Ken threw Yohji a look of disgust.
"Well, Kenken, you know I can't have all these girls. What do you we break out some sake tonight and..." the rest Yohji's voice was then drowned out by more enthusiastic, high-pitched screams but Ken could care less for the rest of the sentence. At that point, he turned to look at Omi, the group's chibi.

Omi took in Ken's misery and turned towards Aya.
" Mou Aya-kun, won't you make them go away? I know I've said to be soft on them before because they bring popularity to the shop, but this is just too much!"
Aya felt himself stiffen as Omi turned his puppy-eye charm on him. Those navy blue eyes that both held the innocence of a child and the bloodstains of a well ripened assassin haunted him from the inside out.

" If you aren't going to buy anything GET OUT!" he managed, refusing show the effects the boy had on him. However, unbeknownst to him, Yohji smirked at the redhead's hasty response before turning his attention to a particularly good looking customer.

Omi seemed a bit surprised at the tone of Aya's strong voice, the voice that led the team to accomplished missions. At his word, the crowd of girls slowly thinned out. Ken had a look of relief on his face while Yohji looked reluctant to let one of the girls go.

" Tch. You just scared away my date for the night o' fearless leader," drawled Yohji as he took a puff of his cigarette.

" Your fifth or sixth?" asked Ken in a monotone voice.

" Why Kenken I'm insulted!"

"Twenty-fourth," Omi honestly replied.

Ken's eyes widened in disbelief.
"How do you manage?!"

"It's a craft," smirked Yohji as he blew the smoke into one very annoyed brunette. " One that I have spent years perfecting."

"And how your hard work has paid off," Ken rolled his eyes.

"Why would anyone want to learn a craft like that?" Omi asked.
" Ah the hearts of young ones are so naive and innocent," Yohji replied. "You are too innocent for your own good."

" Thank god it hasn't been tainted with your perverse ways Yohji," chuckled Ken.

A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen as the three assassins joked with each other. " Ne Omi, I think your cake is almost finished," commented Ken as he sniffed at the air appreciatively.

" Better hide it before Ken jumps at it," teased Yohji as Ken shoved him. Yohji suddenly pricked up as an idea struck him. His master Kudou-matchmaking-methods have never and never will fail him. Only Ken noticed the subtle change in Yohji's countenance as the playboy's features turned more sinister than usual, if that were possible. Cautiously, he inched away.

"Anyways," Yohji looked over his shoulder at the brooding redhead and returned his gaze onto Omi " I've got an appointment with the ladies at the club in about an hour or so."
" But you've got your shift until the next two hours," retorted Omi.
" Just spreading the love, Omittchi. By the way, Kenken, let Uncle Yohji teach you some of his fool-proof tricks of the trade," Yohji grabbed Ken before he could get away.

Aya spied an evil glint in "Uncle" Yohji's eye but decided to take no notice of it. No doubt another one of his perverted plans.

Kenken blanched at the thought and backed up.
"No! I won't be roped into another one of your perverted endeavors!"
" No seriously Kenken! Do you want to be like our icy fearless leader who probably gave everyone who went near a one meter radius of his person freezer burn?"

" Mou Yohji-kun that was mean!!" protested Omi as he glanced over at the redhead.

Yohji said nothing, only to throw a mischievous smirk at the chibi and then proceeded to usher Ken up the stairs.
" You can't do this!"
" It's for your own good Kenken!" Yohji grinned good-naturedly.

Ken's protests faded down the hallway.

Omi glanced at Aya who seemed a bit pale.

"Ne Aya-kun are you ok?" he asked with concern." Don't let Yohji get to you."

Aya turned to look at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Aa," Aya replied as he turned towards the backroom.

Omi sighed in defeat as he turned his attention to the inventory they had been putting off. He could see that about more than half of it were finished, graced with Aya's elegant handwriting. Usually they had dumped the more tedious quirks of running a flower shop to Omi. But now, Omi had more time to himself than slave to an inventory. He smiled at Aya's consideration.

Seconds later, footsteps were heard thumping against the floor of the flower shop.
"Hey chib!!, " Yohji shouted. "You just burnt your cake!"

With that, Omi was shaken out of his reverie as the stench of burnt pastry invaded his nostrils.

"What?! But I made sure I had set it to the right time and temperature!" Omi cried in despair. It was going to be a decadent three layer cake, a present for Momoe-san's seventy fifth birthday.

"Yohji-kun, you didn't mess with it, did you?"
" You don't suspect Kenken but you suspect me? I'm so hurt! But of course not, Omittchi. I didn't mess with your cake," Yohji proclaimed with mock indignation.

"Don't worry Chibi, I'm sure Aya will stick around to help you make another one!" winked Yohji as he mussed Omi's hair.

Omi caught the message that Yohji was sending. He felt a ball of heat rise from his face at that thought.

"Yohji don't you DARE!"

However Yohji pretended not to hear him as he led a disgruntled Ken out the door. As a departing gesture, he gave Omi a wink and a thumbs-up.

Sighing, Omi stiffly walked to the kitchen. Hopefully Aya hadn't smelled the burnt cake yet. He wouldn't hear the end of it. .

Omi rushed towards the oven and quickly turned it off. He retrieved his oven mittens, flung open the oven door and extracted the three pans of blackened mass. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as the burnt stench was even stronger and now stung his eyes.

" What's going on?"

Omi froze as their leader stepped over the threshold.

" Aya-kun! I can explain! You see Yohji he-"

" I don't want to hear the excuses," Aya interrupted. He glanced at the sad charred cakes, what was once golden brown and delicious. But then Omi's teary gaze intercepted his line of vision. Didn't he know what he did to him?

" Ne Aya-kun…it was going to be a beautiful cake for Momo-san. But now its ruined. Please don't get mad!"

Wordlessly, Aya pulled out one of the pans that had the least amount of damage done to it was as it was on the top rack. He shaved off the burnt bits from the top, sliced a small amount from the center of the cake, and placed it on a plate.

Omi watched all this anxiously and felt his breath hitch at his throat as Aya placed the small bit of undamaged cake in front of him.

Was Aya going to make him eat his mistakes? Was he so intent on making his point? How cruel Omi thought as Aya regarded him coldly.
" Well? Aren't you going to taste the fruit of your labors?" He hadn't meant for it to sound so intimidating.

Dejectedly, Omi forked a small bit of the sad pastry and place it inside his mouth. It wasn't bad. There was still the buttery taste that he had strived for. It was a bit drier than he had intended but considering the circumstance he had decided that it wasn't that bad.

He heard footsteps approaching, but was too ashamed to look up. The footsteps stopped and Omi felt a warm hand lift his chin up. His large deep blue eyes met the amethyst orbs that stared piercingly into his head. Before he could get another word out he felt the older assassin close the distance between them.

Omi gave a squeak as he felt Aya's hot tongue against the side of his mouth, lazily caressing his cheek. Bursts of flame shot into his cheeks as he tried to sputter protest. This was wrong! Aya was their leader and the perfect icon of calm intellect

" W-w-what are you-mmph!"

Aya's lips locked onto Omi's as he kissed him with vigor. This was what his doing: all those innocent but teasing gazes, the concerned touches, and even the ways that Omi sweetened his tone whenever he talked to Aya. It was all a ploy to try to get closer to him and each time, Aya felt the smoldering passion that Omi ignited within him in each passing day. But now it was Omi that was getting burned.

Omi was shocked beyond belief. He could have screamed. He could have protested. He could have pushed Aya away. But at the moment all he was capable of doing was remaining speechless while allowing Aya ravage his lips. Something stirred within him. It was as if the moment Aya touched him, the small flames of camaraderie and admiration merged into something dangerous, something forbidden that made Omi shiver in anticipation.

After what seemed like hours of bliss to Omi, Aya finally pulled back. He gazed at Omi's flustered state and smirked.

" Not bad."

With that, the stoic leader left the kitchen. Omi touched his swollen lips and stared dumbstruck at the doorway.

A/N: Um yeah. Love it or hate it, like I said, please review…