Note: This was co-authored with Saishi! Please send him lots of feedback. ^_^

A Bet is a Bet

Omi stared at the posted results in dismay. He'd LOST? He'd lost a hacking contest? But no matter how many times he read it, the results didn't change... the third party judges had decided that Prodigy had won the bet. Sighing, he opened a chat window. Bombay: Hey, Prodigy. Congrats... you won the bet. So, what's my forfeit going to be?

The words on his screen made Nagi smirk as he started to think. What would be the perfect plan... the telekinetic could almost swear he could hear Schuldig snickering in the back of his mind as he started typing. Prodigy: It's simple. I'm taking you somewhere. No questions, no refusals, and no arguments.... No matter where I say we're going and no matter what I tell you to do while we're there.

Omi blinked, staring at his monitor. Bombay: Taking me somewhere... IRL? Are you nuts?

Prodigy: Is that a refusal?

Bombay: Nooo... I'm just wondering if you've forgotten just *who* you're actually talking to. If that's what you really want, I'm game. I don't welsh on my bets.

Nagi snorted. Prodigy: Oh, of course. After the past several HOURS of trying to outwit and out-perform you, I've completely forgotten who it is that I'm talking to, even though your name is right there. Meet me at the East-end mall in two hours.

East-end mall? Omi raised an eyebrow. What the hell was at the East-end mall? At least it was far enough from home that the chances of running into any of the rest of Weiss were vanishingly small. Bombay: All right. Are casual clothes fine, or do I need to change?

Prodigy: Wear what you want, you'll change when we're there.

Nagi smirked then, disconnecting the instant message program and leaning back in his chair. This was going to be fun.

"I'll change when I'm THERE?" Omi repeated, staring at the screen again. What on earth was Nagi planning? Shrugging, he shut down his computer and stood, stretching out the kinks in his back and shoulders as best he could. Prolonged hacking sessions against Nagi always left him with more tension than he could easily get rid of. Grabbing a jacket, his keys and helmet, he slid his feet into his tennis shoes and darted down the stairs. He stopped in the shop long enough to let the others know he was going out, then grabbed his bike and headed for the mall.

Almost two hours later exactly, Nagi stood outside the main entrance to the mall, figuring that if Omi didn't know which entrance to use, this would be the most obvious. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced down at his watch for the fifth time before lifting his gaze and seeing the Weiss hacker come into view. He smirked faintly, half wondering if the other boy would even recognize him. The loose black jeans that rested against his hips and the tight t-shirt he wore were far from his normal attire. However, he was making every moment of this trip count, starting with the shock he was expecting to see written across Omi's face.

Omi scanned the crowds anxiously, darting a glance at his watch. Traffic had made him a few minutes late, but he didn't see Nagi anywhere. Since a meeting place hadn't been specified, this was the most obvious, but there was no sign of...

He did a classic double take as he finally realized the gorgeous dark-haired teen standing right in front of him was none other than his Schwartz counterpart. "N-nagi?" he stammered, shocked at the other youth's appearance. He'd never seen Nagi looking so... so... he fought a blush, but couldn't keep himself from giving the teen a quick once-over with his eyes. Man, those damn school uniforms did the boy NO justice at ALL

Nagi let a smirk cross his features as the familiar low voice reached his companion's ears. "Omi." His hands were settled in the pockets of his jeans as he leaned against one of the pillars in front of the doors, his gaze flicking over Omi's form quickly. He didn't miss the blush on the other boy's face, and he found himself once again thinking that this was the best idea he'd had in a while. Oh yes, this was going to be perfect....

Omi swallowed hard when he finally reached Nagi's eyes and he saw the heated look on the other boy's face. Oh, boy... he had a distinct feeling that he was in trouble. Vaguely, he wondered if he would care by the time Nagi was finished with him. He shoved his hands in his pockets, mirroring Nagi's pose, and pinched himself on the thigh, half expecting this would turn out to be nothing more than one of his more vivid dreams. Surely Nagi would never look at him that way in REAL life....

Nagi pushed away from the pillar, stepping closer until he was barely a breath away from Omi. Leaning forward, he let his voice drop to a whisper as he reached for Omi's arm. "It's real... and you're not backing out now." He let the smirk slide back over his features as he hooked his arm into Omi's and started towards the doors. The look on the Weiss boy's face was priceless, and the flush on his cheeks only made him even more desirable. It was quickly becoming obvious that this was gearing up to be one of the more memorable weekends he could imagine. "Let's go."

Omi licked his lips nervously, leaving a sheen of moisture on them. "I'm not backing out," he said, cursing his voice when it came out half an octave higher than normal. As if his voice wasn't high enough to start with! He followed the psychic willingly enough, knowing his face was probably scarlet and still half convinced it had be a dream. People didn't find him attractive, they found him CUTE. Certainly gorgeous boys only looked at him that way in his dreams. This was Japan, after all.

Nagi tsked softly, glancing over Omi as he picked at one side of the large t-shirt that all but hid the other boy's body from even the least hint of imagination. "Why do you wear these things? I can understand comfort, but I can't understand walking around looking like you're wearing a sack. Looks like we'll be making an extra stop to get you something more suitable to wear."

"You said to wear whatever I wanted," Omi protested, snatching his t-shirt out of Nagi's hands. "This is comfortable to work in - both in the shop, and at my computer. Besides..." he shrugged. "It makes people underestimate me. If I have to be stuck with 'cute' as my overriding descriptor, I might as well make use of it."

Nagi snorted faintly, reaching and grabbing Omi's arm. "I also said that you'd be changing when we got here. Unless you're going to bat your eyes and try to 'cute' me into letting you off the hook." Nagi smirked then, not looking over at Omi as he led the other boy through the mall. "Besides. 'Cute' is for children."

"Nagi." Omi's voice was wry as he gestured to himself. "Look at me. I'm eighteen and a half, and I look like I'm twelve. I SOUND like I haven't hit puberty yet. People are going to think 'child' no matter WHAT I do, believe me!"

Nagi rested his hands on his hips as he turned to look at Omi with one brow lifted. "And I'm fifteen, Omi... I also look older than you do right now, so don't hand me that. I'm about to prove you wrong." He grabbed Omi's hand then, smirking as he led the other boy into a shop that seemed to almost resemble the Western images of a haunted house. It was obvious where Nagi had gotten his clothes, because the Schwarz telekinetic seemed to fit right into this place.

He turned then, casting an appraising eye over Omi and lifting one side of the large t-shirt... presumably to get a better idea of his size. "This shouldn't be too hard, you're pretty close to my size. You're eighteen, not twelve. Maybe if you stopped looking like you were wearing someone else's clothes who was three times your size, you'd have better luck."

Omi swatted his hand away, blushing again. "They're comfortable," he repeated, biting his lip as he looked around at all the black. There was a lot of black. And some of the slogans on the t-shirts... his blush deepened and his eyes widened. "I... I can't wear this stuff," he protested feebly. "I'll look... ridiculous..."

Nagi leaned back against the counter slightly, spreading his arms. The effect made the tight black shirt ride up against the skin of his stomach, proving that it was barely long enough to even tuck in, if he'd wanted. "Do I look ridiculous? If so, then you seem to have strange reactions to ridiculous looking people."

Omi couldn't help it - his eyes dropped down and then up again before he could stop them. Thank the gods he was already blushing... it made his reaction a bit less obvious, he hoped. "You don't look ridiculous, and you know it. But you have the body and the face to carry off something like that... not to mention the attitude and the confidence. I will look like a kid playing dress-up."

"That's what you look like now, so it won't be much of a change." Nagi pushed away from the counter then, smiling to himself when he saw Omi's reaction. No, the blush hadn't been that much... but Omi's eyes had spoken volumes.

He reached into the racks, snagging a pair of pants. Instead of the black, however, he chose an almost olive drab colour. "You're not pale enough to pull off all black, but I think these will work." The shirt he picked out was black, however, and had the dark green lettering spelling out 'Does not play well with others' across the front.

"Here... go try these on," Nagi said simply, handing the clothes to Omi and nearly shoving him behind a velvet curtain strung across one corner. The telekinetic kept his head through one side of the doorway for just a moment longer as he allowed his gaze to rake over Omi. "Either you can put them on or I could always come in and dress you... your choice." He laughed softly then, disappearing back out of the small dressing area once more.

Omi stared at the curtain in blank surprise, clutching the clothes in motionless hands. No, he wasn't imagining it... Nagi was flirting with him. Why, he had no idea, but it was unmistakable. Of course, with his luck, Nagi was just flirting the way Youji flirted - automatically, with no meaning behind it at all. Granted, Nagi hadn't struck him as the type... but then, how well did he really know the psychic? A few pitched battles on- and offline didn't exactly give him a shining insight into the other boy's characteristics.

Outside the dressing room, Nagi leaned against the wall and rested his head back against the flat surface. What the hell was he thinking, anyway? If you really need to ask.... Great. He was stuck between teenage hormones and a clueless brick wall named Omi. No, that wasn't necessarily true... Omi HAD responded to provocation, but unfortunately it was most often a reaction of embarrassment. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Well, there was always time to change plans... just get him dressed, maybe go grab food or whatever. He realized he hadn't heard any sounds from within the cubicle. "Ne... are you almost done in there or do I have to come in?"

Startled, Omi jumped. He'd been standing there like an idiot for several minutes now. He opened his mouth, and almost bit his tongue as he realized he was about to say 'yes'... and he'd been hoping the telekinetic would misunderstand! "No, I'm fine," he practically squeaked, scrambling to get out of his loose, familiar clothes. He tugged the new pants on first, and the stopped, blushing again.

"Umm... I think these pants are a little too small," he said, wiggling to try to get them higher. They DID fit, barely, but they rode very low on his hips and were tight through the crotch and thighs. They made his reaction to Nagi's altered appearance embarrassingly obvious, too. Gods, he hated being a teenager sometimes...

"They're supposed to be tight," Nagi replied with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest as he shifted his weight to his other foot. "If you can button them and get them zipped without having to lie on the floor, they fit." He turned his head, peering in through the slight gap between the velvet curtain and the side of the doorway.

The sight was enough to nearly make him fall over.

Swallowing hard, Nagi realized that perhaps his OWN pants were a bit too tight at the moment as he caught a glimpse of Omi's tight little ass wiggling as the older boy tried to get the pants to loosen. Nagi's throat went dry and he couldn't quite tear his gaze away from the sight. This image would be burned into the telekinetic's mind for quite a long time to come. At least he'd have THAT to keep him company tonight, even if the rest of the afternoon turned out to be a bust.

Oblivious to the other boy watching him, Omi sighed and reached down to adjust himself so his reaction wasn't quite so damn obvious. Somehow he didn't think Nagi was going to back down on the issue of the pants. At least the shirt wasn't see-through, or something equally embarrassing. He pulled it on over his head, and it stretched against his skin in an odd way as it settled over his chest. He might not be as athletically built as, say, Ken; but he DID have a decent musculature, and the shirt showed it off quite well, he had to admit. He felt horribly exposed in the tight clothing, however.

Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he sighed as he confirmed that he simply looked out of place in the foreign clothes. Then he snorted as he caught sight of his feet. "Somehow, I don't think red and white sneakers go with this outfit," he said, snickering.

"I don't think people are going to be looking at your feet..." Nagi caught himself then, a dark flush spreading over his own cheeks as he realized he had spoken aloud. Clearing his throat faintly, he turned away again to lean against the wall and try to compose himself. He hadn't been imagining things; Omi HAD been 'rearranging' things, so to speak... in much the same way Nagi would have done right about now, if he hadn't been standing out in the open of a rather busy store.

Omi glanced over his shoulder at the other boy's words, and caught a flash of motion as Nagi turned away from the curtain. He turned a brilliant shade of red and covered his face with his hands, leaning back against the wall and wondering just how much the telekinetic had seen. Way to go, Omi, he berated himself harshly. Why don't you just TELL him how much of a hentai you really are!

Nagi was really starting to wonder if he could continue this at all, or if he'd have to bow out due to humiliation. From the bulge in the front of his jeans, it was obvious what he'd thought of the impromptu peep show, and he found himself cursing silently in the back of his mind. Just great... no wonder he's embarrassed. Now he just thinks I'm a closet pervert. He sighed then, his voice softening slightly. "Sorry, Omi. I couldn't help myself. I won't look again, I promise."

Omi lowered his hands slowly. Nagi didn't sound repulsed... just embarrassed. Maybe he hadn't seen anything... "That's okay," he said aloud, sighing with relief. Not disappointment. Obviously not. Disappointment would be a STUPID reaction. "I guess what I said could have been taken as an invitation to check on me."

Nagi mumbled softly, glancing down at the floor as his hands were shoved into his pockets again to try and make his own reaction less noticeable. "Bad enough I'm making you uncomfortable by just being here, I didn't need to spy on you too." Nagi's voice was tinged with disappointment and he kicked his toe at the ground hard enough to sting as he tried to clear his own thoughts on the matter. This was suddenly turning out to not be as fun as he'd originally hoped.

Omi emerged from behind the curtain, to see Nagi staring down at the floor looking almost angry. "I'm sorry," he ventured hesitantly, not sure what he'd done to upset the psychic. "Do I look okay, then?"

Nagi glanced up, starting to reply that he looked just fine... and the words froze in his throat as he saw the finished result, his eyes trailing over each exposed curve and muscle of Omi's body. His jaw shut with a soft click of his teeth as he tried to find the words to describe the sylph standing in front of him. Omi's young appearance, combined with the clothing that was obviously meant to reveal the decidedly NON-childlike aspects of his body, was enough to make the telekinetic wish he'd worn loose clothing himself today. "O-okay? That's an understatement..."

Omi blushed again, but it was a pleased flush this time. "Really? You don't think I look silly?" He tugged at the waist of the pants, still trying to get them to come up a little further. "I certainly FEEL silly," he muttered under his breath.

Nagi shook his head, watching the other boy's motions intently as he almost reached out to stop Omi from pulling them up farther. "Not silly... trust me on that, 'silly' is the last word I'd use to describe you right now."

He needn't have worried... Omi was having no success in budging the waist of the tight pants. The older boy glanced up at him almost shyly, a tiny smile playing hesitantly about his lips. "How about 'cute', or 'childlike'?" Omi wanted to know.

"How about 'good enough to eat'?" Nagi felt the flush rising on his cheeks once more as he dug in his pocket for his wallet and started to walk towards the register. "Speaking of which, I'm hungry. Let's get this paid for and go find someplace to get food, alright?"

Omi stared after him in shock once more, and slowly followed him to the front. Definitely flirting... the only question was, to what purpose? He couldn't actually be serious... could he?

"You don't have to pay for it!" Omi protested when he realized what the younger hacker was intending. "I'm the one who's going to be wearing them, and I'm the one who lost the bet. I'll pay." Frantically he tried to remember if he had enough in his bank account to pay for the clothes... Weiss's last mission had been a few weeks ago, and most of the money he'd had left over had gone to the rent for the flower shop, and the latest upgrades for his computer. If only the others would remember to pay their rent once in a while...

"I'm the one who dragged you here and last I checked, the rules were also for 'No Arguments'." Nagi turned on Omi, fixing him with a mock-glare as the familiar smirk crossed over his face again. "Keep breaking the rules and I'll up the ante."

Omi gulped and wondered just what would happen if the psychic DID decide to 'up the ante'. "H-hai," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'll stop, I promise!"

"Good," came Nagi's response as he turned back towards the register and brought out a small plastic card. Damn it, damn it, damn it... "So... where did you want to eat?"

Omi couldn't help but smirk at him. "Wouldn't that be for you to decide? Or are you trying to trap me into breaking the rules already?"

"Do you want me to?" Nagi's voice took on an almost silken quality as he glanced over his shoulder at Omi, an unreadable expression on his face. Damn it all... if this kept up much longer, he WOULD start baiting the other boy just to see how far he could get.

Omi coughed at the tone of Nagi's voice. "I don't know... I still don't know what the original terms were, how can I know if I want you to up the ante?" It was getting harder to resist the urge to flirt back - but if he tried, he'd just end up looking like an idiot. Youji had always laughed the few times Omi had tried to turn the tables on him, petting him on the head like a damn dog.

Nagi finished paying for the clothes, then turned to face Omi fully, tilting his head to the side with a smile. "The terms were that you don't argue and you can't refuse. Beyond that, I'm making it up as I go."

"So... what will you do if I start arguing or refusing?" Omi wanted to know, licking his lips again. Damn, his mouth seemed dry all of a sudden. Was it hot in here, or was it just the way Nagi was looking at him?

Screw it... there was only one way to find out exactly how far Omi was willing to go, and Nagi knew that he would drive himself insane if he didn't find out soon. Leaning forward until his lips nearly brushed against Omi's ear, he whispered faintly. "If you break the rules, you forfeit again... and this time, you're mine."

Omi froze, his breath stopping in his throat. He could smell Nagi, a combination of coffee and bitter chocolate, making him wonder if the other boy tasted as good as he smelled. "Y-yours?" he whispered, painfully aware that they were in the middle of a very crowded store. People were staring in shock at the public display... and some of them were starting to realize that both participants were male.

Nagi glanced over Omi's shoulder, bringing up one hand to tuck in the tag at the back of the other boy's shirt as he returned the baleful stares and stood upright again. Before he pulled away completely, however, he let his fingers trail lightly along the nape of Omi's neck. "You heard me." He turned then, smirking to him and heading towards the door.

Omi fought to remember how to breathe. This went WAY beyond anything Youji had ever said or done to him. Hell, it was starting to go beyond anything Youji said or did with the girls he was actually serious about. Finally he got his body in motion, following his rival and sometime enemy in a daze. There was no way Nagi really meant what Omi had thought he meant. Just... no way. Was there?

Nagi shoved his hands into his pockets again and headed towards the side entrance where the food vendors were. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't deal well in social situations, so I tend to not really give a shit what people think about me anymore."

"U-un," Omi nodded, catching up with him and walking along beside him. He glanced at the younger assassin from the corner of his eyes. "Nagi... WHY are you doing this?" he asked, his voice low more from uncertainty than from a real desire to hide the conversation from those around them.

Nagi stopped then, his motions stilling as he kept his gaze straight ahead of himself. "Because I can." He shrugged then, glancing towards Omi. "Because I'm curious how far you'll go to make good on that bet." He smirked faintly, tilting his head to the side. "Then again... that sounds like a good idea still. Come with me." He changed direction then, deciding to alter the plan yet again. This was proving to be much more of a learning experience than he'd first imagined... however, now he at least had an idea that this just might turn out better than even he had hoped. Please let me be reading him right...

Omi followed him once more, confused by the sudden mood swings Nagi was exhibiting. Now the other boy seemed almost... hopeful... He swallowed hard. "I don't welsh on my bets," he repeated, almost daring to hope as well. Maybe, just maybe... He wondered what Nagi was planning to do if he couldn't make Omi back down. Was this just a very odd game of chicken, or something more?

Nagi whispered softly, keeping his gaze ahead of them and his voice low enough that only Omi could hear him. "Good... I was hoping you'd say that. However, I also don't want to make you do something you don't want to." He glanced to the side then, smiling slightly. "I have a question, however, and I'd like an honest answer, if you can. Back in the store... were you embarrassed because of what I was doing, or because of your own reactions?"

Omi gulped, and prayed his honest tendencies weren't about to get him into trouble. "Both."

The telekinetic nodded, continuing to walk until they were in front of a store that was tucked away in a corner of the mall. It was a Western style store, one that Nagi had discovered while meandering around on the numerous times when he just needed to get away from things. "Would you like me to stop doing that... or did you want me to continue somewhere more private?" Nagi bit down on the tip of his tongue then, worrying at it with his teeth as he began to wonder what would happen next. No time like the present to find out exactly how far this could go... especially if he was going to have to come up with an alternate plan for how he was spending his evening.

"Ano... eto..." Omi nearly hyperventilated as he tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make him sound completely like an idiot. He didn't think he was succeeding very well. "I, uh... you d-don't have to s-stop, if you don't w-want to," he finally got out, blushing furiously once more. Damn it, if this kept up he was going to have bruises on his cheeks from burst blood vessels! "I d-don't know about going somewhere more private... I, uh..." he trailed off uncertainly, hating himself for his lack of confidence.

Nagi smiled then, nodding briefly. Things had just become a lot easier for him. "It's alright, Omi. I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to hate me for this. We've got enough reasons for that already." He reached out, taking Omi's hand then. With a wicked smirk on his face, he dragged the other boy into the store. "However... there is one thing that you have to do. In the back of this store, are a few shelves of things I want you to look at. Come with me."

"I don't hate you," Omi mumbled as he followed his rival into the store. He couldn't seem to lift his gaze any higher than Nagi's shoes. "I never have."

"Okay, so the death threats were just spur-of-the moment things when I pissed you off. Got it." Nagi stopped in front of the shelves in the back of the store, nearly causing Omi to run into him. He leaned towards the other boy, whispering as the smirk remained. "You aren't leaving this store until you choose something. It doesn't matter what it is, or how much it is. The only thing you have to ask yourself is if you want it to be used on you or not... because it will be."

"I didn't say I wouldn't have killed you if I'd had the chance... I just never hated you," Omi said, finally dragging his eyes up to look around. "What do you mean, used... on..." His eyes went very wide and round as he realized what he was looking at. He choked. "Y-you're not serious... are you?" he asked with a kind of morbid fascination. They were standing in front of rows of sex toys... granted, there was nothing terribly hardcore, given that they were in a public mall, but STILL...

"I'm serious." Nagi grinned, stepping back a pace or two as he watched Omi intently. This was proving to be more amusing than he'd thought. "And if you refuse, then you forfeit... and I choose for you. However, if that happens, I can guarantee that you'll be frustrated beyond all belief before anything ever happens."

Omi stared at him for a long moment, not moving. His emotions were such a tangled knot within him that even HE wasn't certain where to start sorting them out. He'd... known for a long time that he was more attracted to pretty boys than to any of the girls who swarmed the flower shop. Hell, he'd been having dreams about his teammates since he'd first met them. But the realization had been a painful one, and he'd only finally accepted the truth about himself a couple of months ago. He'd never expected to find a guy who was interested in HIM... certainly not NAGI, of all people!

He grabbed the telekinetic's arm and pulled him behind a rack of clothes, giving them at least a semblance of privacy. "If you're just teasing me to see how far you can push me, tell me NOW," he demanded, his voice cracking. His chest heaved as he struggled for breath in air that suddenly seemed far too thick.

Nagi stopped, looking at him for a moment before glancing up to make sure no one could see them. He leaned forward then, bringing one hand behind Omi's neck as he pulled the other boy into a deep kiss. His tongue flicked out, grazing along Omi's lips tentatively at first.

Omi felt like he'd touched a live wire. This was NOTHING like what he'd felt when Ouka had kissed him. Any lingering doubts he might have had about his orientation melted away under the gentle, insistent pressure of Nagi's tongue against his lips. He parted his mouth slightly, wondering vaguely if he was FINALLY going to figure out what the hell the appeal of French kissing was supposed to be.

Nagi almost purred, letting his tongue delve into Omi's mouth as he tasted the bittersweet mixture of coffee and hard candies that mingled into the kiss. His eyes slipped almost completely closed, remaining only open as slits to watch the other assassin's reactions.

Omi kept his own eyes open with a struggle, bright blue gazing into dark blue, but the effort was worth it. Kissing like this, with their eyes open, was almost hypnotic in its intensity. He shivered as Nagi's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, then tried a tentative foray of his own. Maybe this spit swapping stuff wasn't so disgusting after all... no, definitely not. MOST definitely not. He moaned loudly, forgetting where they were as his hands came up to clutch at Nagi's shoulders.

Nagi pulled away reluctantly, bringing a hand to rest against Omi's hip as he tried to catch his breath enough to speak. If they hadn't been in public right now... "Go choose something, and we'll get the hell out of here."

Omi stared at him, his own breath coming in ragged gulps as he tried to get his bearings again. Nagi was flushed, his lips a bit fuller and redder than usual, and his eyes were sparkling with something that sent sparks of pure heat shooting through Omi's body straight to his groin. Some wicked impulse made him speak before he thought about the consequences. "No... I think I'm going to argue," he said breathily, nerves fluttering, praying he wasn't making the worst mistake of his life.

Nagi smirked then, leaning forward until his lips brushed against Omi's as he spoke. "I was rather hoping you'd say that. Because there's something I had my eyes on when we walked back here." He let his mouth capture Omi's once more before he walked back tot he shelves and grabbed a box off one end. A smile was on his face as he made his way to the register to pay for it.

Omi was now certain there wasn't enough oxygen in the damn store. The look on Nagi's face made him feel light headed... then again, considering the intensity of his body's reaction, perhaps it wasn't so much a lack of oxygen as a lack of blood to the brain. He followed the younger teen through the store, certain that everyone and their dog would be able to tell what they'd been doing back there from the dazed look on his face. Of course... considering the section Nagi had grabbed that box from... His face flamed again, but he suddenly realized that he really just *did* *not* *care* what everyone else was thinking about them.

Nagi was already paying for the item, returning the disdainful glare that the clerk was giving him. No words were exchanged, and within a few moments, he had the bag in one hand as the other reached for Omi's to clasp onto it as he started for the door. "Idiots... more than willing to treat people like me like the scum of the earth, but they'll accept my money just as fast as anyone else's."

Omi twined their fingers together, smiling at him. "I suppose they need to pay the rent like everyone else," he replied, certain his feet weren't touching the ground, he was flying so high. This entire meeting was beyond belief, straight out of his fantasies... and his heart was pounding in his throat as he wondered just what exactly Nagi was planning to do with him.

Nagi smiled to him faintly, then seemed to remember something and started to slow down his steps. "Ano... Can two fit on your bike? I don't exactly have transportation that I can call my own."

"Sure... if you don't mind squeezing," Omi replied with a smirk of his own. Having confirmed that there was more than mere teasing behind Nagi's flirting, he suddenly felt bold and free. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"My place... unless you want to explain to your teammates why you're screaming my name in your rooms at the Koneko." Nagi chuckled softly as he tightened his hold on Omi's hand. "Unless of course, you WANT them wondering."

Omi pictured THAT confrontation and shook his head. Thank all the gods in heaven he didn't talk in his sleep, though... and that he never, ever failed to bury his face in a pillow when jerking off, or he'd have had several uncomfortable incidents already. "Hell, no, the walls in our apartments might as well be rice paper. But, uh... won't we have the same problem with your teammates?" The thought of one of the other psychics bursting in on them having sex was enough to make even his eighteen-year-old's hormones think twice about the situation.

Nagi shrugged faintly, smiling. "You don't actually think we all live together, do you? For one, we move around too much. And we're about to move again. I'm the only one left in the old apartment, I'll have to move by the end of the week. I like the quiet time."

"Oh. You're SURE they won't show up?" Omi fished for the keys to his bike as they exited the mall, and realized they were in his shorts. "Um. You have my old clothes, right?"

"No, they won't show up. There's no reason to." He smiled then, fishing around in the bag and coming up with the keys. "Looking for these?"

"Yeah," Omi agreed, shading his eyes with his hand as he scanned the parking lot. Spying his bike, he made a beeline for it, dodging the heavy traffic. "You've ridden on a bike before, right?"

Nagi smiled, keeping up with him and waiting until they were at the bike before he answered. "What's to know? I hang onto you and pray I don't fall off."

Omi smirked again, grabbing his helmet and offering it to Nagi. "You wear this, then - I don't have a spare with me." He swung a leg over the bike and settled in, scooting up towards the front to make room for a passenger. "Just climb on behind me, and hang on tight."

Nagi put the helmet on, resting the bag over his shoulder before he climbed on behind Omi. He couldn't help but let his mind wander as he let his arms wrap around the assassin's slender waist, his body pressing forward until it was moulded against Omi's. It was obvious that the day's events thus far had an effect on him and he bit back a soft whimper as the bulge in his jeans pushed tightly against Omi's ass. "Don't mind me... I'm just going to enjoy the ride."

Omi moaned and fought the urge to press back against that far too inviting bulge. He knew, on a theoretical level, what happened between guys. He'd always been faintly horrified by the thought, but now... with his legs spread over the bike, thighs pressed against the throbbing engine, and Nagi shoved up against him like that... he had a feeling he might be re-evaluating quite a few of his preconceived notions about sex today. "Y-you'll have to tell me where I'm going," he reminded the telekinetic, his voice not quite steady as he gripped the handlebars tightly.

Nagi rested his chin on Omi's shoulder, wishing the helmet weren't in the way. However, it would probably NOT be a good thing for him to distract the driver of a motorbike. "I'll direct you, just head north of the mall."

Omi set the bike in motion, fighting a desire to peel out of there like all the demons in hell were chasing them. Damn it, he wanted to be alone with Nagi RIGHT NOW. He wondered just how long a ride it was to where the psychic lived... and whether he would survive the temptation of the ride with Nagi plastered up against his back like that. He was hyper aware of the younger teen's hands on his abdomen, just inches above the ache straining his new pants. Gods, it was going to be a long ride, even if Nagi's place was only a few minutes away.

Nagi purred softly, letting his hands slide down until they were pressed flat just at the low-slung waist of the pants Omi was wearing. "Hopefully you'll wear these more often instead of the shirt that you and all three of your teammates could fit into at the same time. You look much better when I can see that gorgeous body of yours." His fingers slipped just below the waist of the pants, but didn't venture any farther. He didn't dare, when they were going to be moving at a fast rate of speed.

Omi bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to force himself to focus on the road. He wasn't sure whether he should speed up so they could get where they were going faster, or slow down so he could enjoy the sensations Nagi was evoking within him. "If I wore these clothes in front of Weiss, I think they'd haul me in to Kritiker for a psych evaluation," he called back over his shoulder, laughter threading through his voice. "Either that, or they'd assume Schuldig had taken control of my mind somehow."

Nagi laughed softly, the sound almost whipped away by the wind as they drove. "Either that or they'd want you as much as I did the first time I saw you wriggling into those pants." Nagi kept directing him, the winding roads taking them into a small apartment complex that was only about ten minutes from the mall itself.

Omi blushed badly. "You WERE watching!" he blurted out, feeling oddly less embarrassed now that he knew Nagi wanted him as badly as he wanted the telekinetic. In fact, it made him feel... aroused. Gods, he was more hentai than he'd thought! "Anyway, they'd never think of me that way," he said, hastily changing the subject before Nagi could reply.

The laughter rose again behind him as Nagi pointed towards one of the buildings in the back of the complex. "Over there. And if COURSE I was watching!" His hand slid downward just a bit, enough to make a low chuckle come from his throat. "And it seems that you're glad I was." He didn't bother reacting to the last part of Omi's statement, firmly believing that if the hacker's teammates were that blind or stupid, then it was their loss.

Omi gasped and the bike swerved a bit when Nagi's hand moved downwards, but he got it back under control quickly. "Thank the gods," he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot. "I was afraid you'd be as far out as the Koneko." He parked the bike, his hands trembling as he grabbed the keys and waited for Nagi to swing off first.

Nagi pulled off the helmet, handing it to Omi as he leaned forward and pressed himself against the other boy, nipping at the hoop in Omi's ear. "We wouldn't have made it without crashing." He slid from the bike then, and held the bag in one hand as he waited for Omi with a smile creeping across his face.

Omi shuddered at the feel of the bite - since when was his ear connected directly to his cock, anyway? "No, I think we would have had to find somewhere closer to go," he agreed, sliding gingerly from the bike. He was so hard now that walking was going to be a bit interesting, especially in these damned tight pants. Hesitantly, he snagged Nagi's hand, squeezing his fingers in search of reassurance.

Nagi let his fingers twine with Omi's, leading the way up to one of the many doors that led into the apartments around them. His heart was nearly pounding in his chest and he prayed that whichever deity was listening would make certain that his teammates were NOT in the apartment after all. There was no reason for them to be there, but it would be just his luck.

Omi was beginning to wonder what the hell he'd let himself in for. Unless he was VERY much mistaken, he was about to lose his virginity. To Nagi. After just a few kisses and some teasing, he was practically ready to jump the other boy in public. Would he have reacted this way to ANY attractive male who'd made overtures at him? He knew he would have gladly gone with any of the rest of Weiss... he'd certainly fantasized about them often enough. Did that make him a slut? Gods, did he even care at this point? Not really... his body was screaming at him loudly enough to drive such concerns nearly right out of his head. But it was enough to make him nervous, and he was already nervous enough.

Nagi paused as the door to the apartment swung open, and turned to face Omi with an expression of concern. "Omi... what's wrong?" The look on the Weiss member's face was plain enough; he was frightened. Perhaps he was having second thoughts now that teasing had given way to harsh reality. Nagi squeezed the other boy's hand, steadying his voice. "If you don't want this, tell me now." Part of his mind was screaming at him for saying that, prodding him to do whatever was necessary to get the bishounen into the apartment and back into his arms the way he had been back in that store. However, he had no desire to do anything that either of them would regret later.

Omi really didn't want to have this conversation in the middle of the damn hallway. He moved inside, pulling Nagi after him and closing the door before leaning against the wall. "I... it's just... I've never done this before," he muttered, staring at the hallway floor as if fascinated by the pattern in the carpet. "As I'm sure you can tell. I d-don't want to screw it up."

Nagi smiled, bringing up a hand to cup Omi's cheek gently as he turned the other boy to face him fully. It was refreshing to be able to look someone in the eyes and he could feel the burn of Omi's blush against his fingertips. "Don't worry, then. You won't."

Desperately, Omi leaned in to kiss him, wanting to banish the doubts and recapture the feeling he'd had back in the store when Nagi had first touched him.

Nagi whimpered, the bag dropping from limp fingers as he moved to wind his arms tightly around Omi. He held their bodies together, revelling in the feel of someone pressed so tightly against him and feeling so right.

Second thoughts melted away before the overwhelming pressure of teenage hormones. Omi opened his mouth, his hands sliding around Nagi's waist and up the telekinetic's back to his shoulder blades, pulling him closer still. Their legs tangled together, crotches rubbing together in a way that seemed designed to drive Omi insane. He'd never felt anything like this before. Finally he had to come up for air, tearing his lips away from Nagi's and leaning his head against the wall, panting.

Nagi kept his hold, nuzzling against Omi's cheek as he gasped for breath. His hips continued to rock forward slightly, wanting more of the sweet friction that he'd been getting. "G-gods... how can you say no one would want you?"

Omi couldn't stop his hips from jerking forward into Nagi's. His body was telling him insistently that this would feel SO much better without all these damn clothes in the way. "Because... no one ever... has..." he replied, his hands sliding down Nagi's back to catch in the band of his pants, tugging him closer yet. "I told you, I'm... just the 'cute' one..."

Nagi growled softly, nibbling on Omi's earlobe as his hands slid beneath the tight shirt and began to explore up the other boy's back. His own pants were fast growing too tight for any semblance of comfort, and each time the lithe body rocked against his own, it only seemed to get worse. "*I* want you..."

Omi groaned at the sound of that growl... it had to be the sexiest damn thing he'd ever heard in his entire life. "I... sort of... gathered that," he gasped out, smirking faintly. "What was it you threatened me with? Being frustrated beyond belief before anything ever happened? I think you're well on your way to accomplishing that..."

Nagi pushed forward then, bringing one knee between Omi's legs just enough that his hips pressed against the other boy's cock, teasing the hardened length through the still-new fabric of his pants. "Oh, I haven't even begun yet." He smirked for just a moment before leaning in and devouring his lover's mouth in a searing kiss. His hands moved to grab hold of Omi's then, fingers twining as he pinned them against the wall.

Omi moaned and thrust himself against that fantastic pressure, feeling his body spinning rapidly out of control. He accepted Nagi's heated kiss with equal desperation, giving as good as he got. At least he could say he was a quick learner - each time Nagi did something new that sent shivers down his spine, he quickly copied the motion and got a return shudder from the boy pressed up against him. If they kept his up, he was going to embarrass himself horribly by coming in his pants, but eighteen years of celibacy were catching up to him.

Nagi moaned into the kiss, his eyes finally slipping closed completely as he thrust his hips forward to grind against Omi's. His hands slid along to his lover's shoulders, holding him there as he deepened the kiss. This was what he'd wanted in the store... the images moving through his head when he'd imagined pressing Omi back against the shelves and ravishing him then and there. To hell with anyone who thought it was wrong.

Jerking his hands free of Nagi's grasp, Omi clutched convulsively at the younger boy's ass as hot spear points of sensation lanced through him. Gods, he really WAS going to come in his pants. He threw his head back, gasping for air as the coiled spring inside him wound right to the breaking point. "Oh gods... gods... NAGI!" Just... gods, just a bit more...

"Oh, no you don't..." Nagi's breath was hot against Omi's ear as deft fingers slid to the button on Omi's pants and unfastened it quickly. One slender hand reached inside, wrapping around the assassin's cock and gripping tightly at its base, enough to keep the sensations rising, but not enough to allow them release. "Not yet." He purred softly, flicking his tongue over the curve of Omi's ear as his hips continued to rock forward slowly. "You've never done this before, I'm not going to let it happen like this."

Omi nearly screamed as the sudden pressure on his cock stopped his orgasm in mid-stride. "Fuck... NAGI! What the hell are you doing to me?" he demanded, writhing against the wall in sheer desperation. He'd never felt anything like this before... the sensations continued to spiral up out of control, long past the point where he would normally come, but the tight restriction was relentless.

Nagi grinned, letting his lips and teeth graze along the side of Omi's throat, teasing the soft pulse there as his mouth pulled lightly at the skin. His free hand moved against the small of Omi's back as he pulled them close to each other, increasing the friction although he made no motion to release his grasp. "I'm driving you insane with frustration... just like I said I would, kitten."

Omi growled deep in his throat, and pushed away from the wall. He forced Nagi back the two steps to the other side of the hall, and suddenly he was the one pinning the younger boy against the wall. He wedged his thigh between Nagi's legs and used his grip on the youth's ass to pull Nagi onto his leg, grinding into him with a slow circular rocking motion. "You are SO going to pay for this," he muttered, dipping his head to nip at Nagi's ear.

Nagi gasped harshly, his hips rocking forward in reaction as he tried to keep what semblance of control he had. "Th-thought we'd already determined that you weren't the one in control here."

"So?" Omi gave him a wicked grin. "Could have fooled me... ah!" he shouted as Nagi squeezed his restricting hand a bit tighter. "Gods, Nagi, let me come!" he begged, certain he was going to die of frustration at any moment. It was beyond too much.

Nagi grinned, barely able to keep his breathing steady as he held Omi close, using the wall behind him as leverage. "Ask nicely..."

"Define... nicely..." Omi gasped, bringing one hand around and undoing the front of Nagi's pants as well. Turn and turn about had gotten him good results thus far... he slid his hand inside and copied Nagi's grip, twining his fingers around the base of the younger boy's cock. It felt different from his own... different weight, different texture, different shape. It fascinated him... but he could explore it later, when he wasn't ready to burst with frustration. He closed his grip, cutting Nagi off the same way the young psychic had done to him.

Nagi hissed harshly, his head falling back against the wall as he tried to back away from the grip before it could be tightened. "Damn you... " He fixed his gaze to Omi's then, trying to keep his words coherent. "Bedroom. I'm not having your first time be in a hallway."

Omi laughed, the sound breathy with frustrated passion. "Think we can make it that far? If you move your hand, I'm gonna explode all over these damn pants..."

Growling into Omi's ear, Nagi released him and lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender... even though the tight hold remained. "Let go of me and we'll make it."

"Damn you!" Omi snarled. "I swear to god, Nagi, if you come before I do..." He eased up on his grip, though he didn't pull his hand out of the other boy's pants immediately. He couldn't resist stroking along the length of Nagi's erection, learning the feel of it against his fingertips. He caught a few drops of moisture at the tip, and brought his hand up to his lips in curiosity. The flavour burst over his tongue... sweet and salty, with a bitter under taste that reminded him of the way Nagi smelled. Gods, it was addicting.

Nagi moaned at the sight, his tongue flicking across his lips at the same time as Omi's fingers disappeared into his mouth. "Fucking incredible..." He grabbed hold of Omi then, catching him in a heated kiss before pulling away completely and backing down the hall. One crooked finger motioned the other boy to follow... and the hidden grasp around Omi's cock that gave just a faint gentle tug in the same direction. "Come with me, then..."

Omi started to follow him, and nearly went to his knees at the tug on his cock. He kept his feet with a determined effort, growling again. The second they were over the threshold of the bedroom, he was going to pounce that smirking bastard into the carpet, damn it... enough was enough!

Nagi continued down the hallway, a soft chuckle on his lips as he pulled his shirt over his head and left it to lie on the carpet as he continued towards the bedroom. With Omi having already 'helped' him unfasten his pants, he let those slide down as well, a second dark pile of fabric littering the hall before he turned and disappeared through the bedroom doorway.

Omi stopped dead in the hallway as he realized Nagi wasn't wearing anything beneath those pants. The glimpse he'd caught of the youth's cock standing proudly against his stomach was enough to make his knees go weak again. "Oh gods... Nagi..." he moaned, staggering forward again. His body was threatening to shut down on him entirely, his senses overloaded with a wealth of new sensations. He reached the doorway and clung to the jamb, needing the support.

Nagi's back was to the door as he leaned over and flicked on a small lamp near the bed. When Omi reached the door, the noise made him turn to glance over his shoulder with a faint smirk on his face. "Are you alright, Omi-kun?"

"No," Omi snarled, straightening and stalking towards him with a feral glint in his eyes. "But I will be as soon as you let up on this damn grip!"

Nagi let the smirk widen as he brought one hand around slowly, using the focus to loosen the grip a little at a time. "Easy... or you'll wind up making quite a mess from all the way over there."

Omi cried out and hit his knees, bracing himself with his hands on the floor as that punishing grip eased far, far too slowly. "Nagi... I'm going to... kill you," he ground out, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Later... somehow, I think killing me is the farthest thing from your mind right now." Nagi moved forward then, bringing Omi up to stand as his hands moved lightly against the other boy's waist and started to lift his shirt up over his head. He made certain to let no part of him come anywhere near the straining bulge in the dark olive fabric.

Omi reached out trail his hands over the ivory skin in front of him, paying special attention to the small dark nipples when a random brush of his fingers produced a very enticing gasp. "They do call it 'little death'," he pointed out, somehow managing to be coherent despite his desperation. He couldn't keep his eyes off Nagi's cock, wondering what it would feel like in his hands, in his mouth, in his body...

Nagi let his head tilt back slightly, his lips remaining parted as a sharp intake of breath could be heard. He started to manoeuvre Omi gently backwards, letting the shirt drop tot he floor as his hands grasped Omi's arms and pushed him to the bed. When the back of his lover's knees hit the mattress, forcing him to sit, Nagi let himself drop to his knees, freeing the fabric from Omi's hips and sliding the pants away.

"Gods, Nagi, please," Omi begged him, leaning back on his arms so that his entire body was open to the other hacker's ministrations. "I can't stand it, please, I'm begging you..." He closed his eyes, concentrating purely on the sensation of Nagi's hands on him.

Nagi reached up, locking his hands over Omi's wrists as he pinned them against the bed, pushing back on them slightly to make Omi lean further away from the edge of the bed. He remained kneeling there after pulling the older boy's pants the rest of the way off, his head tipping forward until his tongue was able to flick out and brush along the very tip of Omi's cock. The taste was a bitter tang in his mouth, and it sent a shiver along his skin to know that this was because of him... because Omi wanted him. "That's what I wanted to hear." He moved forward then, his lips parting to take his lover's length into his mouth until he could feel his throat closing reflexively around the hard flesh.

Omi did scream this time, as his orgasm hit him all in a rush. His hands clenched in the bed sheets, and white washed over his vision as he completely lost touch with reality. The only thing that existed for him was his three points of contact with Nagi... the mouth that had sent him flying, and the two hands that were his last anchors to his own body.

Nagi purred, letting the vibrations add to the sensations as he let his tongue caress every last drop from Omi's pulsing cock. His hands continued to hold onto his lover's wrists, holding him stable until the last traces were cleaned away. He let himself slide up Omi's body then, pushing the sitting boy to lie back against the bed fully.

Omi didn't resist him, still disconnected from the real world as he drifted slowly back to consciousness. He hadn't blacked out, precisely, but he certainly hadn't been all there. Finally he became aware enough to reach out and tug Nagi closer to him, feeling the other boy's burning erection pressing against his hip, telling him Nagi still hadn't taken his own pleasure. Omi wanted to return the favour... but his limbs were refusing to co-operate with any order from his brain. "Nnn," was all he managed to say.

Nagi kept moving until he was lying atop Omi, their bodies fitting together almost perfectly. His hands slid up along his lover's arms then as he lowered his head for a soft kiss, his tongue swiping lightly over the slackened lips. "Beautiful..."

Omi kissed him back, and finally found his voice again. "You're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I don't have a hope in hell of making you feel that good... I have no idea what I'm doing."

Nagi smirked faintly, reaching up his hand to brush back the dark blonde hair from Omi's face. His hips rocked forward slightly, pressing his arousal against his lover's hip as he whispered softly. "Oh I think we could come up with something."

Omi whimpered and slid his hand down his - lover's? Yes, lover's - chest, heading for the cock he could feel pressed into him. "I'll do my best," he promised, fingertips sliding over the head of Nagi's cock in an exploratory gesture.

Nagi let out a sharp hiss, his hands bracing on Omi's shoulders as he instinctively thrust towards the touch. His entire body was taut, each muscle shivering beneath the graze of Omi's fingers as he let his eyes slit open to watch the other boy. "Keep that up, and I won't last long either..."

Omi chuckled, ducking his head to nip lightly at Nagi's nipple. "I'm sure our teenage hormones will make sure we're ready for another round in short order," he purred, shifting his hand so he could get a better grip and stroking slowly up and down the length of Nagi's cock. He kept the rhythm slow and uneven, the same teasing strokes that always drove him mad when he used them on himself.

Nagi's hips continued the rocking motion as he tried to regulate the pace of Omi's strokes. "D-damn it, what are you doing?" His head dropped forward, bringing his cheek to nuzzle against Omi's hair as the ever-changing movements nearly drove him to scream.

"I told you I'd pay you back," Omi murmured in his sweetest voice, refusing to allow Nagi more than a moment or two at any one rhythm.

Nagi bit down on his lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he let out a frustrated cry and fell to lie beside Omi. His arms wrapped around the other boy, pulling him close as he tried anything to increase the friction. "P-please Omi..."

The words shot through Omi with a thrill that was nearly as intense as what he'd felt when Nagi had touched him - the knowledge that HE had reduced the self-possessed, always-controlled telekinetic to begging... He firmed his grip and evened the pace. "Come for me, lover... let me hear you scream my name..."

Nagi's head fell back against the bed with a sudden cry, his body jerking up into Omi's grasp as his hands reached to cling to his lover's arms. "G-gods, Omi..." His eyes slipped closed with a groan, his hips matching the pace of the tightening grasp as he tried to pull the other boy closer. "P-please... oh fuck, OMI!!!" The telekinetic's body arched up suddenly as his climax pulsed from him, his lover's name falling from his lips in an almost steady stream as he tried to wind around Omi.

Omi was more than willing to twine around him, though he grimaced at the feel of rapidly cooling semen coating their bodies and his hand. Nagi's face was beyond beautiful when he came, and Omi told him so, whispering the words into the younger boy's ear as Nagi came slowly back to earth.

A slow purr came from Nagi's throat as he nuzzled against Omi's cheek, his arms wrapping around the slender body beside him. "I think I can safely say that the word 'cute' will never come to mind again when I lay eyes on you." His eyes shuttered halfway, a soft smile on his lips as he brought them to brush against Omi's.

Omi sighed with contentment, snuggling against the other teen. "Oh, good," he murmured, half asleep in the aftermath of pleasure. He struggled to keep his eyes open... if he fell asleep, when he woke up he'd have to go home, and this would be over far too soon.

Nagi chuckled, reaching and pulling the blanket around them as he let his body twine around Omi's. "Get some rest. I'll still be here when you wake."

"No..." Omi shook his head and forced himself to sit up. "I don't want to miss a moment of this. I can sleep any time. Besides..." he made a face. "We need to clean up."

Nagi wrinkled his nose faintly, nodding. "You're right." He slid out of the bed then, taking Omi's hand and coaxing him to follow. "Come on, the bathroom's at least large enough for two, and we're both pretty small anyway."

"Not where it counts," Omi replied with a smirk, thinking of the way Nagi's cock had felt in his hand.

Nagi smirked, pulling Omi out of the bed and letting his free hand slide down along Omi's side to the curve of his hip. "Glad you seem to think so." He leaned forward, nipping at the single hoop earring once more, not quite certain why he found it so fascinating to toy with. "I could say the same of you, and I intend to find out just how well we can 'fit' together."

Omi swallowed hard, his eyes sliding half closed at the insistent tug on his earring. "Let's go get cleaned up," he murmured, tilting his head to give Nagi better access.

Nagi let his arms rest around Omi's waist as he continued to nip and lick at the tiny gold hoop, his lips toying with it as he let his attentions drift to the soft earlobe a moment later. "We will... I'm having fun at the moment."

"Mmmm..." was Omi's intelligent reply, followed by a soft gasp. "If you keep that up... my knees are going to collapse again," Omi warned him after a long moment.

Nagi chuckled softly, his breath hot against Omi's ear. "I can hold you up without touching you... so I can keep this up as long as I like."

"Ohhh... unless, of course, I distract you," Omi countered, summoning the willpower to wrap his arms around the other boy's waist and trailing his fingers down to the crack of Nagi's ass.

"I could always restrain you if you insist on being so argumentative." Nagi smirked, and Omi felt just the faint hint of pressure as if someone had wrapped hands around his wrists. There was no attempt to pull his hands away; however it was apparent that the invisible hold could do just that if necessary.

"But then I wouldn't be able to do this," Omi replied sweetly, his index finger finding the ring of muscle protecting Nagi's ass and sliding over it enticingly. He knew he was flirting with fire, but the thought drew him on rather than cautioning him away.

Nagi gasped softly, his head tipping forward until he nuzzled lightly along the curve of Omi's throat. "You just continue to surprise me... I like that."

Omi moaned. "Believe me, I'm surprising myself." He slid the tip of the finger inside Nagi's body, hesitantly, not certain of the other's reaction. What was the polite way of asking your partner if they preferred seme or uke, anyway?

Nagi's lips parted in a moan, the sound muffled against Omi's skin as his arms tightened around the other boy. Without thinking, he tried to push back against the probing touch, his hands sliding down Omi's back to mirror his motions slowly.

Omi tensed as Nagi's hands neared his ass, guessing what the other boy had in mind. He forced himself to focus on the way Nagi's lips felt on his neck. He was nervous, but he was also curious as all hell. What WAS the appeal of having something shoved in there?

Nagi pulled his head back just enough to catch Omi in a searing kiss as he let his finger press against the hidden opening, seeking entrance much as Omi's had. He could feel the tension in the other boy's body, and understood it completely. However, he needed to show his lover that there was nothing to fear.

Omi gasped as he felt the intrusion - it wasn't what he'd expected. It was... indescribable. He moaned into Nagi's mouth and moved against him, their erections crushed together once more, this time without the interference of their pants.

Nagi almost melted against Omi at that sound... knowing that he'd caused it was enough to make him hard again without even trying. Slowly he probed farther, not wanting to startle or scare his inexperienced lover. His free arm wound around Omi's waist as he pressed forward against the other boy.

Omi pulled Nagi closer yet, his own finger tentatively sliding in and out of the younger man's ass as his own hips thrust back against that far-too-appealing invasion. It... it was wonderful, and yet, it wasn't enough somehow... he wanted more, wanted to be...

He jerked back and screamed as Nagi's finger touched something inside him that made his whole body sizzle in reaction. He started to collapse, his legs refusing to hold him while Nagi's finger was stroking over whatever the hell that was...

Nagi let himself drop to his knees slowly, cradling Omi against him as he continued the soft caresses within the other boy's body. He purred against his lover's ear, whispering softly. "You have no idea what your voice does to me when I hear you like that..."

Omi was barely coherent enough to remember his own name, but that didn't stop him from sending his own finger questing for that same spot inside Nagi. He wanted to know that he was affecting the telekinetic the same way the psychic affected him. He continued to moan, Nagi's name occasionally interspersed with exclamations of "Oh, gods!" as he was brought to the edge of orgasm for the second time in only a few minutes.

Nagi held Omi close, barely noticing his own rocking motions as he tried to press back against the intruding finger, his arms moving to wrap around Omi gently. It felt wonderful, but when that single spot was reached, he nearly collapsed forward against Omi with a sharp cry, his entire body trembling. "Th-there... right there."

Omi curved his finger obediently, stroking the bump of flesh in a rhythm as smooth as he could manage through the fog of ecstasy that was currently enveloping him. Oh gods, pleasure this intense should be illegal or something. "Nagi... Nagi, I'm going to... I'm going to come..." he gasped out, throwing his head back and keening.

Nagi curled forward, leaving a sharp bite against the curve of Omi's neck, then laved his tongue over the reddened flesh to soothe it afterward. A second finger joined the first as he brought their tips into a steady stroking motion against the core of Omi's pleasure, his voice a low growl. "I want to hear you, Omi..."

Omi screamed again as his orgasm crashed over him, though this time he managed to remain aware enough that he didn't stop stroking Nagi. He brought his other hand down to wrap around the younger teen's cock, fisting it in time with the movements of his fingers.

"Beautiful..." Nagi's words were cut off by a groan of pleasure as his arms tightened around Omi, holding him close. His body shuddered harshly, his climax taking him for the second time as he curled tightly against Omi, clinging to him almost desperately.

Omi held him no less tightly, as they knelt there on the carpet beside the bed. He started to chuckle as he opened his eyes and looked over his lover's shoulder, then to laugh outright. "Gods... we're NEVER going to make it to the bathroom at this rate..."

Nagi's voice was a soft murmur, a smirk on his lips as he nuzzled against Omi's skin. "Oh yes we will... trust me, there's so many fun things you can do in a shower..."

"Well, the hallway, the bed and the floor have certainly been entertaining," Omi agreed, nuzzling back. "But just at the moment, my limbs are rebelling."

Nagi smirked, running his fingers lightly up the centre of Omi's back. "I could always carry you to the bath, if you feel you can't make it on your own."

Omi growled softly, hands shifting to rest on Nagi's thighs near his hips. "If YOU can still move, I obviously still have a lot to learn," he said, pouting faintly.

"It comes with experience, kitten." Nagi chuckled, flicking his tongue out against the tip of Omi's nose as he slowly got to his feet and helped Omi up as well. "Can you make it or do I really need to carry you?"

Omi dragged himself to his feet, forcing his legs to hold him up. "I," he said loftily, "am an experienced assassin. I can fight with broken bones, internal injuries, poison in my system, and extreme blood loss. I think I can make it to the damn bathroom under my own power, thanks." He nearly made a liar of himself by collapsing halfway across the room, but steadied himself and made it without help in the end.

Nagi walked up behind him, licking the tip of one finger and running it up along the crack of Omi's ass. "Alright, Mr. Experienced Assassin. I'll be in the bathroom getting the water ready."

Omi snarled and swatted at him playfully, laughing.

Nagi smirked, dodging the swat and making his way into the bathroom. A moment after he disappeared, the sound of running water could be heard and the subtle, relaxing scent of sandalwood-rose started filtering into the other rooms.

Omi had made it to the doorway by then, his legs strengthening as he moved. He stood there for a moment and admired the lithe body of his new lover, still in shock that this beautiful, dangerous boy would want HIM. "You're amazing," he whispered, not really aware he was saying it out loud.

Nagi lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder with a smile from where he was testing the water. "I could say the same of you..."

Omi flushed slightly, with pleasure rather than embarrassment. "What have *I* done?" he asked, moving forward to slide his arms around Nagi's waist and just lean into the other teen. He felt driven to touch the other boy - not necessarily in a sexual way, but just so there was contact between them.

Nagi brought up one arm, letting it wrap around Omi's as his other hand stayed to test the water as the small tub started to fill. "You've made me feel human again, and I didn't think that was possible." He glanced down at the small but deep tub, chuckling softly. "I'm afraid there's not much Western influence here. We're going to have to get rather cozy in the tub, but it'll work."

Omi smiled wickedly. "Cozy is good. Who's sitting on who?"

Nagi chuckled, reaching back and letting slender fingers travel up the side of Omi's leg to his hip. "That, bishounen, is for you to decide."

Omi moaned softly at the touch. "You're the one who knows what the hell he's doing," he pointed out breathlessly. "Jan-ken-pon?"

Nagi stared at him for a moment before nearly falling over the side of the tub in laughter. His arms folded over the edge of the tub as his head fell to lay across them, his body still shaking with suppressed giggles.

Omi blinked and bit his lip, flushing again as he looked away uncertainly. "I told you I don't know what the hell I'm doing," he mumbled, pulling away from Nagi and crossing his arms over his chest.

Nagi turned, still laughing as he wound his arms around Omi and pulled him into an embrace. One hand reached to stroke Omi's hair gently. "It's alright, I just thought it was amusing, that's all. I'm not laughing at you to make you feel like an idiot, bishounen, I'm laughing because I don't think I've ever heard anyone try to decide that with a Jan-ken-pon match."

Omi's flush deepened, and he still wouldn't meet Nagi's eyes. "I couldn't think of anything else. It was the first thing that came to mind." He felt like an idiot for being so sensitive, but he was horribly fragile at the moment. The past few hours had been an emotional roller coaster, and he had NO idea where the track was headed now.

Nagi leaned his hips against the edge of the tub as he brought Omi to rest against him, trying to soothe his distraught lover. He nuzzled against Omi's hair, inhaling the mingled scents of shampoo and the subtle blend that was Omi's own. "Shhh... There's no reason to be upset, Omi, I mean it. It just struck me as funny; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Omi buried his face in Nagi's hair in return, trying to keep his body from trembling. "Sorry," he whispered, his voice choked. "This is... all a little... confusing. I never... expected to be in a situation like this..."

Nagi closed his eyes, leaning his cheek against Omi's hair as he exhaled. This was all too soon, too fast and now he felt like an ass for pushing Omi into this. "I'm sorry," he whispered, shaking his head softly. "I should never have forced you into this."

Omi pulled back far enough to see Nagi's face, frantically searching for a sign that the other boy regretted what they'd done. "That's not what I meant. You didn't 'force' me into anything, Nagi. I just... I'm just a little uncertain, that's all." At that moment he hated himself for his insecurity and inexperience. He wished he could be as comfortable with it as Nagi seemed to be.

Nagi brought up one hand, his thumb caressing Omi's cheek as he watched the other boy intently. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and it seems I have. I'm sorry... I just saw what was likely my only opportunity to get you away from Weiss for a few hours and took it. I didn't even bother to think that you might not want this."

Omi made a frustrated noise. "I know. I'm glad you did. I just never expected this, especially not from you. I... I want to make you feel as good as you've been making me feel, but I'm afraid I just keep screwing it up."

Nagi lifted a brow, cupping Omi's cheek and making the other boy look at him. "You aren't screwing anything up, bishounen. If I'd wanted someone who knew everything, I'd have set my sights on Schuldig or Youji."

"Why DO you want me?" Omi burst out, and regretted the words immediately. Could he sound any MORE like a love-sick schoolgirl asking her first lover to justify the fact that she'd just spread her legs for him? Gods...

Nagi leaned forward, brushing his lips against Omi's for a moment before smiling. "Because unlike everyone else, you don't underestimate me... and you don't treat me like a child. I appreciate that, and I wanted to prove to you that there IS someone who understands the same about you."

"How could I treat you like a child?" Omi asked him rhetorically. "You may be two years younger than me, but half the time you seem like the older one."

Nagi blushed faintly, smiling as he glanced down. "Some people can't see past the age... least of all my teammates. I swear, my codename should just be 'kid', because that's all I get called."

Omi snickered. "Tell me about it. At least 'cute' isn't the primary word that's used to describe you."

Nagi lifted a brow, snorting faintly. "Want to bet on that? Why do you think I was dressed like that at the mall? Because I gave Schuldig a rather interesting problem with his pants on the way out the door, when he finally realized that I've actually grown up under those school uniforms."

Omi's snickers turned into choked laughter, and he leaned his forehead on Nagi's shoulder as he whooped with mirth. "Oh, gods... I really didn't need that image, thank you."

Nagi grinned, winding his arms around Omi and snickering softly. "Yeah, but the fun part is that he can't do anything about it, either. Brad said that if he 'saw' Schuldig's future plans of taking matters into his own hands one more time he was going to castrate him."

Omi blinked and shuddered. "Ew... taking what matters?"

Nagi chuckled, reaching down and letting his hand close around Omi's cock for a moment as he stroked up along its length. "Those matters." He turned back to the tub then, releasing the other boy as he turned off the water.

Omi shuddered again, from pleasure this time. "I got THAT much. I meant... who did Crawford see him trying to seduce? You? Why would he care?"

Nagi snickered. "No. He saw Schuldig taking care of his own problems one too many times. I guess Brad doesn't appreciate seeing a German jerking off every time he looks into the future."

Omi had to snicker as well. "He can't blame him for that, can he? I mean, forbidding him to do it seems a little extreme..."

Nagi smirked, shrugging faintly. "I think he told him to keep it down to once a day."

Omi shook his head against Nagi's shoulder. "I can't believe I'm having a conversation about how often Schuldig jerks off!" he exclaimed, voice muffled with laughter. "Gods, if he's this bad now, what was he like as a teenager?"

"That, I thankfully have NO clue about. I've been around them since I was twelve, but I wasn't too keen on watching Schuldig back then."

Omi nodded, sliding his hands around Nagi's waist once more. "The water is getting cold," he pointed out quietly.

Nagi nodded, nestling against Omi once more before releasing him and stepping into the tub. He sat in the water, letting it close around him before offering a hand to Omi and smiling. "C'mon in. I promise I'll try to behave."

Omi slid in after him, the close confines of the tub requiring that he wrap himself around Nagi's body and sit right in the other youth's lap. "Who says I want you to behave?" he asked, though his voice was still a little shaky.

Nagi nuzzled against Omi's shoulder, reaching for the sponge and soap before he started watching the other boy's back, bringing the sponge in slow sweeps over his skin. "Who says I'll be able to? I only said I'd try." His lips pressed lightly against the side of Omi's throat as the slow movements continued down to the small of Omi's back and to the soft curve of his hip.

Omi moaned, feeling the water swirl around his hypersensitive skin as Nagi's movements created currents. Where he was touching Nagi, it felt like his skin was on fire. "You drive me crazy with just a touch," he murmured, leaning in to nibble on Nagi's ear. "How do you do this to me? I thought this sort of thing only happened in those awful romance novels women read."

Nagi purred, tilting his head to allow Omi better access as he let the sponge travel between them, lathering the soap over Omi's chest and stomach. "I can't keep my hands off you... even if it's just something as simple as this, all I want to do is touch you."

"You've never shown any signs of this when we met before," Omi pointed out, his breath whispering over the shell of Nagi's ear as he spoke.

Nagi moaned softly, his eyes slipping half closed as the motions of his hands faltered. "Do you actually think it would be a good idea... for me to be lusting over someone openly when I'm being told to attack them? You'll also notice that I kept my attention on you... better to wind up with a few broken bones than to have Farf get hold of you."

Omi shuddered. "Tell me about it. Have you heard me complaining? I'll take broken ribs over what HE would do to me any day." He licked deliberately at Nagi's ear, liking the reaction he was eliciting.

A soft whimper echoed in the small room, Nagi's body responding to the attention before he could stop it. His hands came to rest on Omi's hips, the sponge floating away, forgotten for the moment. "Gods, Omi... Now I feel like a schoolgirl, I can't even think when you do that."

Omi smiled, glad that he'd managed to reduce Nagi to something approximating the way he'd been feeling all afternoon. He bit down delicately on Nagi's earlobe, worrying the soft flesh with his teeth. "Too bad you don't have an earring," he chuckled. "You wouldn't believe what it feels like when you tug on mine. I think I finally understand why people get piercings in some other places."

Nagi's hips arched up slightly, giving a rather vivid account of how aroused he was becoming just from that simple act. His arms wound around Omi's body then, and he pulled the other boy closer, his lips and teeth teasing over Omi's chest as he sought out first one nipple, then the other, lavishing attention on both. "I may have to think about that... just to see the look on your face next time."

Omi shifted so that he was kneeling with his legs on either side of Nagi's, their bodies pressed tightly together. "Oh? What would you get pierced?" he asked, still tonguing Nagi's ear. He loved the way the younger teen was squirming beneath him, even though he wasn't doing anything else.

Nagi purred, his eyes closing fully as his arms came to rest around Omi's hips, holding the other boy close as his own rose against him. Every word Omi spoke, every flick of his tongue or graze of his teeth brought Nagi's desire into almost painful awareness. "I got to dress you... so I think that this time it's your choice."

Omi moaned, the sound vibrating against Nagi's ear. His fingers wandered down to tweak at one tight nipple. "I wonder what it would really feel like to have a piercing here?" he mused.

Nagi hissed softly, his body jerking up against the touch as the sensations went straight to his cock. He could feel himself pressed tightly against the crease of Omi's ass, his hands tightening against the pale skin as he pushed up and increased the friction between them. "I-if it makes that feel better... fuck, I wouldn't be able to last long around you."

Omi moaned at the sensation against his ass, rubbing against Nagi's hard length trapped beneath him. "It is a scary thought," he agreed, gasping as the tension built within him once again. It was slower this time, even his teenage body struggling to keep up with the demands he was making of it. But that just meant they would be able to draw it out, enjoy it more as it built to the peak.

Nagi moved forward, nuzzling against Omi's chest and catching one nipple again, worrying at it with tongue and teeth as his fingers slid down against Omi's ass. "Do you trust me?"

"Oh GODS," Omi gasped, throwing his head back and bracing himself against the side of the tub as sensation shot through him. "Yes... I trust you. Teach me, Nagi. Show me what it's all about."

Nagi wound one arm against Omi's waist, holding him close as his fingers continued to explore down the crease of Omi's ass, stopping just above the hidden entrance there. His attentions on the hardening nipple continued, his lips brushing lightly over the reddened skin before he moved to its mate and started to tease at that one as well.

Omi moaned and arched up into the touch, feeling like his cock was on fire. It twitched with every nip and lick Nagi lavished on his nipples, as though there were some sort of direct connection between the two.

Nagi pulled his hand back, reaching for one of the bottles along the side of the tub and pouring some of the slick fluid into his hand. Carefully, so as not to let it wash away, he dipped his hand back beneath the water, teasing at Omi's entrance until he was able to slide one finger past the resistance.

Omi moaned and shoved himself down onto the intruding finger, knowing from their last round it would feel good. The oil helped, slicking the friction so that it didn't hurt at all. "You keep that stuff handy?" he gasped out, wondering.

"Bath oil," Nagi murmured against Omi's skin, his tongue flicking out against the dampened skin as a second finger joined the first and slowly began the process of preparing his lover.

Omi whimpered as he felt himself being stretched. His free hand dropped down to tease at Nagi's other nipple, rolling both nubs between his fingers and pinching them tightly. This was so incredible...

Nagi let out a sharp gasp, his body rocking upward in reaction to the pinches against his skin. His cock responded to each one, twitching beneath Omi as he worked to make his lover ready for what was to come next. After he was certain Omi was ready, he slid a third finger in and worked to find that singular spot that Omi had so enjoyed before.

Omi's head dropped forward, and he bit down on Nagi's shoulder in reaction, hard enough to leave a mark. "Gods, Nagi, just DO it!" he whined as Nagi's fingers found that magic place inside him. Despite the fullness of the three fingers, he ached for more.

Nagi moaned at the words, tempted to do just that, before he remembered the oil once more. He pulled his fingers free, getting some more of the slick lubricant in his hand before he started to coat it as best he could over his cock, his head falling back against the side of the tub with the sensations his own touch produced.

Omi caught Nagi's fingers with his own, stilling their motion over the other youth's straining erection. "Let me," he whispered heatedly against Nagi's neck. He reached for the bottle of oil, coating his own hands before sliding them down over Nagi's chest, under the water, to stroke every inch of his cock.

"Ohhh fuck, Omi..." Nagi moaned, his hands tensing against Omi's hips as he tried to keep the other boy's body still. "Feels good... gods, hurry."

"Mmm... what if I don't want to hurry?" Omi purred, deliberately slowing his movements. He ached to have Nagi inside him, but he was having fun teasing the other boy as well. Nagi made the most delicious noises when he was aroused and trying to hold himself back.

Nagi whined sharply, biting down on his lower lip as his head fell back once more against the side of the tub. "Then I'll pin you back against the tub so that you can't tease me anymore and just have my way with you."

A thrill shot through Omi at his words. The idea of being completely at Nagi's mercy, helpless, while the other boy could do anything he pleased... somehow in this situation it produced a reaction within him that had NEVER occurred on a mission. Wickedly, he slowed his movements further, biting lightly at Nagi's exposed neck again. "I might have to retaliate, you know," he warned, shivering. Having Nagi at HIS mercy would be at least as satisfying, he realized with delight.

Nagi growled, the dark blue gaze slitting and focusing on Omi. "Oh? And just how would you retaliate?" He let his fingers find Omi's oiled entrance once more and one finger slid inside to tease him again.

"Hmm... I could always try tying you up and distracting you enough that you can't concentrate to get yourself loose," Omi replied with a purr, shifting back against the intrusion once more.

"Oh gods... who says I would want to get loose?" Nagi pressed deeper, letting his fingers stroke lightly as he nipped hard at the curve of Omi's shoulder.

"You keep threatening to restrain me if I continue to be aggressive," Omi gasped out. "Oh gods, Nagi... I need you..."

Nagi growled faintly, nipping at the golden hoop on Omi's ear as his grasp wound around the other boy. "I will restrain you... and something tells me you'd enjoy it, from your reactions."

"Is that... a bad thing?" Omi asked, reeling from sensation overload. He tightened his fingers over Nagi's cock, tugging gently. "Nagi, I need you IN me..."

"Not a bad thing at all... but right now, I don't think I'll need to." Nagi tightened his hold then, lifting Omi up slightly until the tip of his cock was resting at the other boy's entrance. His fingers slid free, holding himself steady as his embrace pulled Omi down enough that he was able to press slowly within his lover's body.

Omi made a small mewling sound as the pain of being stretched wide open hit him. He felt like he was being split in half, impaled upon Nagi's throbbing erection. Despite the pain, it was a GOOD sensation, shooting sparks all through his body. He squirmed, trying to seat himself more firmly, impatient with the pace Nagi was setting.

"Shhhh... easy, bishounen, I don't want to hurt you..." Nagi's voice was tense, mirroring the effect that Omi was having on his body. He wanted to pull hard against the other boy and drive himself deep into that tight heat, but didn't dare. His arms trembled with the control he was forcing onto himself as he continued the almost maddeningly slow pace.

"You're killing me," Omi whispered, stilling his hips with an effort. "Nagi, please, I need you inside me," he begged sweetly.

Nagi groaned, nipping the hoop earring as he tightened his arms and drove his hips up hard against Omi, burying himself in the boy's tight body. "F-fuck Omi... gods you feel so good..."

Omi gave a choked scream as Nagi drove himself home, feeling the hard length of the other boy deep inside him. It was... beyond indescribable. Certainly far beyond anything he'd ever imagined. "Nagi... gods, Nagi... it feels so fucking good..." Instinctively he raised himself, tensing his legs to pull away slightly, then dropped back down again, driving the other teen even deeper.

Nagi let out a ragged cry, his hips sliding slightly in the tub as he tried to work himself farther beneath Omi so that he could gain leverage. Each time the other boy dropped against him, he brought his hips up in a snap, impaling his lover fully with each thrust. "Y-yes... gods Omi, let me feel you..."

Omi kept the rhythm hard and driving, feeling like he would die each time Nagi's cock snapped up to meet him. The pleasure was too overwhelming. He keened softly, leaning down to kiss his lover passionately as they rocked together, water sloshing over the sides of the tub.

Nagi purred into the kiss, crushing his mouth against Omi's as he let his nails rake up the other boy's back, leaving reddened trails in their wake. He pulled back after a moment, letting his lips graze harshly over Omi's jaw and up the side of his throat. "Show me what you can do, bishounen... fuck, you feel so good."

Omi gasped at the added pain of the nails against his back. It didn't hurt... just kicked his endorphins into overdrive to compensate, which made everything else hypersensitive. "Wh-what do you want me to do?" he asked, returning the favour by pinching hard at Nagi's nipples, letting him feel the edges of his fingernails.

Nagi hissed softly, his body jerking at the sensations. His chest heaved with each breath, bringing him into even closer contact with Omi's touch. "Harder... you won't hurt me, I need more..." His hips rocked up at the same moment, his hands clinging to Omi's hips as he drove their bodies tightly together.

Omi deliberately clenched the muscles in his ass, squeezing the passage almost too tight for Nagi to move. He raked his nails across Nagi's nipples, leaning in to bite hard at his shoulder at the same moment. "I'll be as hard on you as you are on me," he promised enticingly. "It feels so good, Nagi..."

Nagi growled then, sliding his hands down to grab Omi's ass, his nails digging in as he moved with the other boy's motions. "Don't tell me that unless you want to find out just how much you can take." He leaned forward, biting against one nipple and leaving marks in his wake, his tongue laving over the wounds as if in apology. He shifted up slightly then, bringing Omi's own neglected cock to press between them as they moved.

"I thought finding out how much I could take was sort of the point of all this" Omi replied, arching into the touches. It shouldn't feel this good. Nothing should feel this good, much less something that would ordinarily hurt. But Nagi's teeth and nails were just evoking the most arousing sensations he'd ever felt in his life. He planted himself firmly in Nagi's lap and refused to lift up again, fighting to remain still despite his own driving desire to thrust onto that wonderful hard cock.

Nagi growled faintly, wrapping his arms tightly around his lover before he shifted and brought himself forward, pressing Omi against the far side of the tub in one motion. As he moved to wrap around his lover once more, the motion drove him deep within the other boy's body, bringing their hips together harshly. "If you won't move... then I will."

Omi grinned at him and wrapped his legs around Nagi's waist, preventing him from pulling away enough to thrust. "Oh?" he said lightly, eyes sparkling with thwarted desire.

Nagi nearly snarled in frustration, his head falling forward against Omi's shoulder as his body trembled with pent-up desire. "Evil..." He reached out with his powers then, a solid force grasping Omi's legs and prying them apart, pinning them to the sides of the tub. He pulled back then, nearly separating from his lover entirely before thrusting forward and jarring Omi against the tub with his intensity.

Omi gave a choked scream as he was pushed up against the wall, thrusting his hips up to get more of Nagi inside him. "More... I need more, Nagi," he moaned, his arms locked around his lover's neck and nails digging into the younger boy's shoulders.

Nagi reached up, grabbing the side of the tub to hold himself steady as his other hand reached for Omi's. He brought Omi's hand down to wrap around the other boy's own hardened cock, a faint smirk crossing his features as he gasped for breath. "I want to feel you when you come, Omi... I want to see you when you reach that point with me buried inside you."

Omi cried out again as he squeezed his own cock, keeping his movements over the hardened length slow and deliberate. He didn't want to come yet... didn't want this fantastic experience to end. "Fuck me, Nagi. Give me everything you have," he whispered, leaning up to catch his lover's earlobe in his teeth once again.

Nagi slid slightly, his knees parting to give him more leverage as his hips slammed against Omi's. His own cries mingled with the other boy's, his mind long past coherency. His free hand moved to twine in Omi's hair, pulling his head back far enough to expose his throat. Nagi's lips locked onto the delicate skin and suckled against it hard enough to bring the blood welling to the surface. His eyes closed tightly as he felt his passion rising almost to the point of climax. "Come for me, Omi... let me feel you."

Omi gasped, caught between the pleasure of Nagi pounding into his ass, and the twin pains of Nagi's fingers in his hair and Nagi's mouth on his throat. His orgasm hit him all at once, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch Nagi's eyes as he came. The water between them became milky with his seed, and his inner muscles clamped down hard on Nagi's cock.

Nagi's head fell back then, his entire body bowing forward as he drove himself deep into his lover's body, Omi's name coming from him in a sudden keening cry.

Omi fought the invisible force restraining him, wanting desperately to wrap his legs around his lover's waist and just melt into him. "Nagi..."

Nagi collapsed against him, nearly sliding beneath the water before he caught himself. The hold around Omi vanished then as the telekinetic pushed himself back up, trying to shake the soap from his eyes.

Omi held him up, leaning back against the walls of the tub and sighing. "That was... incredible..." he murmured, shoving his wet hair out of his eyes. Glancing around, he started to chuckle. "But I think most of the water ended up on the floor."

Nagi murmured softly, his head resting against Omi's shoulder with his eyes mostly closed. "I'll get it later... or it'll dry on its own."

Omi snickered, running his fingers through Nagi's damp hair over and over. "Okay," he replied, more than happy to stay right where he was until Nagi wanted to move. He felt drained and replete - not surprising considering what they'd done with and to each other over the last few hours.

Nagi whined softly, finally moving to push himself up onto shaking arms as he tried to stand. "We can't pass out in here... come on, I'll help you get to the bed."

Omi unfolded himself from the bathtub with an effort - his legs were threatening to cramp on him. "So am I ever going to find out what the hell it is you bought at that store?" he wanted to know as they helped each other to stand.

Nagi chuckled, shaking his head softly. "Not right now. I'll just save it for later." He helped Omi out of the tub, the same unseen grasp assisting him. "This should be fun..." He started out of the tub then, nearly landing in a heap on the floor as his legs gave way. He looked up with a smirk. "See what you do to me?"

Omi caught him by the arm and pulled him up again. "We'll lean on each other," he said, trying not to laugh at their condition as they worked their way slowly out of the bathroom.

Nagi waited until they were near the bed then wrapped his arms around Omi suddenly and tumbled them both into it. He wound around the other boy then, smirking as he nestled against both Omi and the pillows.

Omi squeaked as they fell forward, but was more than happy to tangle his arms and legs with Nagi's, curling up against him on the bed. "Good thing I told the others I might not be back," he murmured, nuzzling into the curve of Nagi's throat and shoulder.

"Damn good thing, because I'm not letting go anytime soon." Nagi wound around him, smiling as he settled in the bed, the covers lifting up on their own to wrap around them.

Smiling, Omi settled the covers a little more snugly. "I could get used to having stuff move without having to get up and get it," he said softly, reaching up to stroke Nagi's hair again.

Nagi fairly purred at the attention, his eyes slitting cat-like as he regarded Omi with a smile. "It comes in handy... I just have to be careful that I don't become too dependent on it."

Omi paused with his fingers still tangled in his lover's hair. "Nagi," he said uncertainly, trying not to sound forlorn, "Is this a one-time thing, or are we going to do this again?"

Nagi paused then, lifting his gaze until he could look at Omi fully. "I'd rather hoped this wasn't a one-time thing... but if you wish it to be that way, I can't stop you."

Omi shook his head. "You think I'd turn down a repeat performance? I just wasn't sure what you wanted."

Nagi smiled then, leaning forward to kiss him softly. "I want you, baka... I thought I made that quite clear already."

Omi kissed him back, feeling a wash of emotion pour through him. He felt... happy, truly happy, for the first time in months. "Thank you," he whispered as he pulled away, smiling back at the younger teen.

"You're welcome... and I'm passing out now." Nagi's words were interrupted by a yawn, and he murmured as he nestled closer. "You're going to be the death of me... I feel like I could sleep for a week."

"Are you complaining?" Omi wanted to know, his words interrupted by a yawn of his own. "I'm certainly not," he mumbled as sleep slowly crept over him.

"Nope," came the muffled reply as Nagi settled against blankets and lover, winding around Omi gently. "Not in the slightest."

They drifted off to sleep together, curled so tightly around each other an observer would have been hard put to know which limbs belonged to who, contented smiles on both their faces.

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