Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blackout ❯ One-Shot

Blackout

A/N: Let's say this is set in Thailand. I don't know why, but in my mind's eye Thailandis a place where roofs are often corrugated iron and it rains a lot. I suspect it isn't any more so than many other places, but I liked the setting. It fits the mood.

Timeframe: Post Gluhen. Assuming that whatever Nagi meant by "I'm finished" in the last episode of Gluhen didn't mean he was leaving for good.

Warnings: slash, angst, lemon, overtones of BDSM, death

Disclaimers: The boys aren't mine, and I'm making no money from this

"O, 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!

Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?

And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty"-

"O didn't you know I'd been ruined," said she.

"You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,

Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;

And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!" -

"Yes, that's how we dress when we're ruined," said she.

- "At home in the barton you said "thee" and "thou",

And "Thik oon", and "Theas oon', and "t'other"; but now

Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny!"

"Some polish is gained with one's ruin," said she.

- "You hands were like paws then, you face blue and bleak

But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek,

And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy" -

"We never do work we're ruined," said she.

- "You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream

And you'd sigh and you'd sock; but at present you seem

To know not of megrims or melancho-ly" -

"True. One's pretty lively when ruined," said she.

- "I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,

And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!" -

"My dear - a raw country girl, such as you be,

Cannot quite expect that.You ain't ruined," said she.

The Ruined Maid, Thomas Hardy

It was raining heavily, flashes of lightning painting the world blue and white on the inside of Mamoru's eyelids for several seconds, until he blinked them away. The tin roves around him reverberated and rattled. He wrapped his thin coat more tightly around his slim frame and hurried on, expensive shoes splashing through silty puddles. For a moment, a brief moment, he enjoyed it. He wanted to splash in the puddles. But then he remembered how much the shoes had cost and how expensive the trousers were and knew that he'd be lucky if both weren't ruined anyway.

It was hot and heavy rain, each drop large as Siberian snowflake. It was like standing in the shower as the hot water was running out. He contemplated stepping under a doorway until this spate lessened, but there was no indication it would.

The hands that would welcome him back into his hotel room, hands that would take his coat and handed him a towel and help him peel away layers of sodden suit, had once belonged to a mortal enemy. Sometimes Mamoru had to remind himself of this as Nagi stood there, smiling emptily, mind somewhere infinitely worse. As they stood there, both wet from the storm, both half naked, it was hard to summon the hatred Omi had felt. Some nights the desire to step closer was more than Mamoru could bear.

They'd been in Thailandfor a week now, each running their own errands and only meeting at night to share news of their activities, sharing a hotel room because Mamoru hadn't managed to summon the nerve to tell his grandfather that he had taken a member of Schwarz with him on a highly confidential fact-finding mission. And holiday.

Rex was running things back in Tokyo, and Mamoru was supposed to be relaxing and, if he had time, picking up a little information about a Yakuza gang that had been smuggling drugs from Thailand. After Ken's imprisonment and Aya ad Yohji's apparent 'deaths' everyone at Kritiker agreed it would be nice for their leader to have a little alone time. Nagi and Rex knew the truth about the other members of Weiss, but they'd both pushed for this as well. Sometimes Mamoru suspected something was going on between the two of them.

He stared up at the flickering neon of the hotel. He'd insisted on something relatively cheap. He'd also ignored warnings about the wet season and some of the insects. Mamoru was beginning to wish he'd taken advice about the insects. Still the hotel had bug nets. And heating. And various other amenities that one didn't receive standing in the middle of a darkening street.

But it also had Nagi.

Nagi had nightmares. When they got really bad things started to move. Mamoru had forced himself to get used to that, but the pitiful sounds Nagi made were too much for him. He'd woken Nagi a few times, and woken to find Nagi awake on other occasions. Mamoru reasoned that he'd known Nagi too long. It was hard to reconcile the sensuously proud young man who tended to fall into sulky silences when asked questions he didn't like with the nervous boy barely aware of the extent of his power who had fallen for a girl with the mind of a child. He didn't think the new Nagi would have the same patience with Tot now as he had then.

Last night Nagi had kissed him.

They'd been sitting on Mamoru's bed, watching television in a language neither of them spoke and discussing the day's findings. Mamoru had turned of the television, which was mounted high in the corner of the room and when he had turned to speak to Nagi he'd encountered soft lips and hard tongue. He'd felt his jaw go slack with shock, letting Nagi press further in and take full control. Only when Mamoru had started to clumsily respond did Nagi pull away, turning off the light with his own power and climbing into the second bed.

He'd intended to admonish Nagi the next morning and tell him such behaviour was unsuitable for colleagues, but his nerve had failed him and he'd left the hotel before Nagi had woken.

"Penny for your thoughts?" a voice purred in his ear. Mamoru jumped and spun around, one hand automatically reaching for where his gun ought to be. They hadn't let him bring it into the country, which was just as well because at this distance not even Nagi could have stopped the bullets.

Mamoru stared at the dark hair boy. He could see amusement flashing in the depths of those dark eyes. He hated being laughed at, but it allowed him a platform from which to rationalise away Nagi's actions. Power games. Nagi wanted a bit of control and was just jerking Mamoru's strings. Of course.

"We're getting very wet," Nagi observed calmly.

"Come on," Mamoru shook his head crossly and led the younger man into the hotel.

Standing in the small room Mamoru stared out the chickenwired-window and sighed. Nagi reached around him and he stiffened, but he made himself allow Nagi to take his coat. This was usual. To change it would show Nagi that he was winning. Still, the warm presence of the boy at his back made Mamoru uncomfortable, the way his hands reached over his shoulders to take his jacket and slide it back, brushing his nipples and his shoulders and that strange sensitive spot on his lower back.

When he went for the shirt Mamoru held up a hand. "No, thank you," he said calmly.

"It's as wet as the coat," Nagi reasoned. "That rain really does go through anything." But he didn't reach out again, and started peeling away his own soaked layers, like an onion in mourning. Mamoru almost smiled at the thought but he turned away to do so. He couldn't believe he was worrying about what assumptions Nagi might make, but he couldn't be certain he hadn't done something to encourage the strange behaviour and didn't want to do so any more.

No such luck. When he looked back Nagi was shirtless, unbuttoning his trousers. He looked up and saw the mixed emotions on Mamoru's face. Nagi smiled and tucked his hands behind his back, tautening the muscles on his lean chest.

The rain pounded outside the room, rattling the roves and shaking the windows, a cacophony of clangs and judders. It was like white noise, trapping them in their own pocket of quiet. Mamoru started to unbutton his shirt, slowly, reluctantly, aware of the water pooling at his feet and the chill that was touching his despite the tropical heat.

Despite his earlier refusal Mamoru didn't resist as Nagi's deft fingers worked on the slippery buttons for him. They stood close. The lights flickered. Nagi's lips were on his and this time he was responding with all he could, arms grappling around Nagi's slick body to hold him there. He wasn't getting away this time, one hand tangled in his hair and another pressed against his lower back, fingers just touching the waistband of his trousers. Nagi burned in Mamoru's arms, fighting him for control of the kiss and biting, just a little.

Mamoru pulled away at the first salty sting of blood. It took an immense effort of will to unwind his arms from that slim torso, to take his gaze from those deep pools, to step back just a little, gasping for breath he didn't need. Nagi watched him calmy. Always calm. So calm. It made Mamoru wanted to scream.

"We can't," he managed instead, voice not quite steady. "It's inappropriate."

"So is killing people for a living," Nagi cocked his head to one side, licking his lips. It was a satisfied gesture, like a man might lick his lips after a good meal, to catch the last lingering tastes. It made Mamoru's stomach do strange things.

"Nagi," Mamoru said, adding frustration and annoyance to his tone through dint of effort. "I am your boss. We can't do this."

"You're not my boss here," Nagi said in the face of all the evidence.

"Yes, I am," Mamoru said firmly. The lights flickered again.

"Then why aren't you lying on beaches and sleeping in huge double beds while I run around doing the dirty work? That's what inferiors are for," Nagi told him.

"I didn't say you were inferior, I said you were an employee," Mamoru said determinedly. "No work relationships."

"You make the rules," Nagi pointed out. The lights flickered. "You get to change them to suit yourself. Besides, you're on holiday." The lights flickered. "It's about doing what you want." The lights flickered.

"And what about what you want?" Mamoru asked coldly. He knew what Nagi was doing, and he'd be damned if he took the blame for anything that happened between them.

The lights flickered.

The lights went out.

Mamoru didn't know what he had expected. Soft lips met his and this time there was no pressure. Nagi was relinquishing all control of the situation. With the sound of the rain outside ensuring no one heard them, and the absence of light ensuring no one saw them, the last barriers were gone. Whatever happened here could only occur in such circumstances. Blue neon outside the window, running off an emergency generator, cast the only light over the whole street and turned Nagi into a pale wraith.

Mamoru pulled back and looked at him in the dying gasps of the neon. He reached one hand out and brushed Nagi's waist. Curling around him and pulling him closer, running around the waistband of the unbuttoned trousers and pushing, just a little, to give them the impetus to slide and puddle around Nagi's slender ankles. The youth breathed in sharply. The neon crackled itself to death and they were alone with the rain, stomach to stomach, Mamoru's hand just resting at the top of Nagi's buttocks, both leaning back, arching their backs, to look into each other's eyes.

Nagi's lips mouthed two syllables like they were the name of God and Mamoru was glad of the darkness so he could ignore it. Instead he leant in and kissed Nagi, tongue tracing teeth and jaw and silencing unsounded thoughts. Nagi let in him like he was trying to swallow Mamoru's tongue, drinking him in. One hand moved from it's slackness to rest on Mamoru's shoulder, the other reaching down and taking Mamoru's loose had in his own and letting their fingers curl together like children by the side of the road.

It was warm and wet and human together like that. When Mamoru pulled back again Nagi reached down and started to unzip the expensive, ruined, trouser. Mamoru disentangled his fingers to brush Nagi's fringe from his eyes. Nagi smiled at his through the damp locks. Nagi was naked and vulnerable in front of Mamoru, but he didn't seem to care. As Mamoru's trousers slipped to the floor he stepped out of them and moved to the bed, sitting on it and leaning back. Nagi didn't move, watching him. Mamoru envied him that ability to freeze, to contain all the potential for movement in a frame that looked like it could barely hold the throbbing intelligence he knew Nagi also possessed.

"Omi," Nagi said softly.

Mamoru stared at him through narrowing eyes. "If you use that name again you might as well go and sleep in the street," he warned.

Nagi sighed heavily. For a moment Mamoru wondered if that was it, if everything was over, but the teen walked over to sit left of him on the bed, placing on hand on Mamoru's right knee and twisting to kiss him comfortably. Mamoru parted his lips in anticipation but Nagi fastened on his neck instead. Gentle dry kisses along his pulse, hair tickling Mamoru's chin and back curved to show off an expanse of pale flesh and a long spine that curved like a road to the cleft between Nagi's buttocks.

Mamoru let himself fall backwards, Nagi writhing on top of him to continue his gentle ministrations. Both young men were hard, but Nagi seemed to think it wasn't enough. Dry lips parted to leave wet imprints on the goosebumped flesh, then red patches were he sucked, then bruises, then blood as he brought his teeth into play. Mamoru forced himself not to cry out. Nagi was marking him, possessive little nips across his chest and along his shoulders. When he turned his attention to Mamoru's nipples the older man couldn't hold back the groans.

Nagi drew back in the dark and Mamoru reached up for him, caressing empty air blindly. Nagi took the hand in his and placed it n the centre of his chest, content to let Mamoru do what he would. The grey haired boy was at a loss, but still determined to do anything he could think of to make Nagi lose his calm.

"Does it excite you?" Mamoru breathed in the darkness. "Pain?"

Nagi leant down and kissed him hard on the lips, teeth grating against teeth, lips bruising under the force of it all. He ground his hips into Mamoru's and forced the taller boy to slide further back onto the mattress. Mamoru bent his legs to gain purchase on the thin mattress and Nagi lay between his legs, flushed and panting.

"Not my own," Nagi sighed against Mamoru's knee, leaning against his legs to regain his breath and fighting to do the same with his composure. He was kneeling awkwardly, one knee pressed against Mamoru's balls and the other out to the side. He reached down and cupped Mamoru's balls thoughtfully, squeezing slightly, just to see what reaction he got. Mamoru refused to give him that satisfaction. But when one finger moved lower, hand pressed to the mattress, and began to tease puckered flesh Mamoru had to fight the urge to beg.

Big blue eyes blinking tears in the darkness as long fingers explored, hips arching as they touched intimate places deep inside, breath in short gasps and ragged pants. Mamoru reached down and took a firm hold on himself, but Nagi pried his fingers away. Mamoru whimpered indignantly, wondering in the back of his mind where the last shreds of his pride had gone, that he wasn't even able to articulate his annoyance.

They were lying across the bed rather than along it, and Nagi was in constant danger of falling off while Mamoru banged his head against the wall beneath the window. Mamoru snarled when the fingers went away, leaving him sore and open, but that primal frustration was washed away when he realised he was floating. He wasn't far off the mattress, maybe a centimetre or so, and he had to fight trembling muscles to keep from touching the bed, but Nagi was levitating him and it was the most bizarre experience.

Nagi collapse forwards over Mamoru's stomach and Mamoru let his legs fall straight so Nagi could lie flat out. It was painful with their erections pressed between two lean abdomens, but it comforted Mamoru that Nagi was still hard. He'd hate for him to have exhausted himself when he only needed to have asked Mamoru to move. When one hand crept between their bodies and stroked his penis gently, Mamoru smiled, lips against Nagi's neck. Very carefully he opened his mouth and let his teeth find purchase on the tight skin, holding some vein or artery between them and feeling Nagi's heartbeat on his tongue.

He felt the tremor run through the room and knew he was finally getting to Nagi. When Nagi gave a little cry of delight as Mamoru jostled his hand and found his cock, doing to Nagi what Nagi did to him, it gave Mamoru back a little of the control he'd been scared he was giving up. It was hard not to just lie there and pull until he came and let him do the same, but that would be a false ending to all this. A cheat.

He wanted Nagi's fingers inside him again. The idea of anything larger made him nervous, but he felt empty and ached for Nagi's touch. He tried to find someone way to say this in silence, mime it blind. His body rolled beneath Nagi's and he moved his hands away to rest on Nagi's buttocks, rocking his hips and pressing Nagi into them. Nagi seemed to get the message immediately and he slid down Mamoru's body a little, biting those places he had bitten before as he did so.

One hand went out and Mamoru heard a drawer open, shut, and a whistle of air. Later he would wonder what Nagi so skilfully greased himself with, searching for a tube of lubricant and finding nothing, but the ease with which Nagi's fingers reached into him again drove curiosity from his mind. He reached down to touch himself again and again Nagi batted his hand away. Big blue eyes pleaded something defined only by shadows, but the silhouette was adamant. Those dangerous lips descended on him, tongue toying with leaking tip, and Nagi drew as much of Mamoru in as he could bear twice or three times, Mamoru wasn't sure.

Warm and wet and human and if he didn't give voice to these feelings he'd explode. It was a sound understandable in any language and belonging to none. One hand reached out and grabbed Nagi's hair, anything to keep him from drowning in this feeling. Nagi pulled away from his cock and Mamoru snarled at him, forcing his head back down. They struggled for a moment, Nagi pushing up and pulling back, Mamoru determined to have him where he was before. With a sharp tug Nagi broke away, leaving Mamoru with a fistful of hair.

As Mamoru stared at the strands between his fingers he was completely unprepared for Nagi's sudden thrust. He screamed, all the sounds he'd swallowed in coming out in a bellow of pain. Nagi regretted his angry reaction for a brief second, but Mamoru's breathing calmed and with a calculated buck he drove himself further onto Nagi's cock.

They rocked back and forth, in and out, up and down and harder and faster and Nagi screamed as he came, frightening Mamoru because it was as loud and primal as Mamoru's burst of pain earlier, and the whole room shook. Mamoru was still gasping and hard, taking advantage of Nagi's orgasmic distraction to start pumping at is own cock. He felt Nagi withdraw and collapse beside him on the bed. One hand, sticky with the drying lubricant (whatever it had been originally) replaced Mamoru's and brought him to climax.

It was still raining outside. Mamoru listened to it as he laid there, Nagi warm and sweaty against his side. Nagi's breathing evened out and deepened, and as he drifted off to sleep the lights flickered, one, twice, and then they were on again. Too tired to turn them off, Mamoru flung a bruised arm over his eyes and went to sleep as well.

* * *

When he woke the lights were off but the blinds open. Hot tea was being waved under his nose by a smiling Nagi. Levering himself up Mamoru was disappointed by the sticky mess on his stomach, but he accepted the tea and resolved to clean himself up later. Nagi sat beside him, apparently content just to be there.

Mamoru began to wonder what Nagi was waiting for. He was smiling to himself placidly, and occasionally he would glance at Mamoru's chest and that smile would widen slightly. Mamoru frowned down at the welt and bruises that dotted his skin. None of them looked like they would scar, but Nagi was clearly proud of his work. Mamoru felt... owned.

"It's not going to happen again," he said softly. "You understand that."

Nagi shrugged fluidly. "It's up to you," he said calmly.

"Then it definitely won't, and if you pull that trick with the lights again I'll dock your pay," Mamoru said, smug at Nagi's shock. Nagi pulled himself together quickly, but not so fast that he could deny Mamoru's claims with any kind of confidence.

Mamoru reached a hand out and straightened Nagi's hair. "It was amazing," he said reassuringly. "But that's not enough on it's own."

Nagi looked at him out of the corner of one eye. "Yesterday you were tense because of one kiss," he pointed out. "How are you going to be tonight, Om- Mamoru?"

Mamoru frowned at him. "I'm taking a shower," he said coolly.

Watching Mamoru leave, Nagi sighed and let himself slump against the wall, finger toying with the blind cord. Outside the world was bustling again, foreign people doing foreign things. He was tired of doing his job on what was meant to be a holiday. Rex had sent him to make certain Omi relaxed, but even now, when Omi ought to be at his most relaxed, the boy was tense. He written a role for himself and he was scared that if he didn't follow the script then he'd have to go back and deal with all the issues he thought he'd left behind. Nagi could almost seen the line he'd drawn between Mamoru and Omi, Persian and Bombay. Just as it was getting too hard to be Omi he'd made the jump, as though he could start afresh just by choosing a new name.

Nagi laughed at the empty room. Schuldig had tried that several times, even Farfarello had done it. It was nothing new to Nagi, and he was tired of watching people tare themselves apart because they refused to acknowledge that they had to deal with everything that was hurting them before, and that a new name meant nothing.

Mamoru watched him around the corner of the door. Nagi had one leg drawn up under his chin and the other sticking out over the side of the bed. His hair was mussed again, and his eyes heavy lidded. He ran his tongue over his lips and sighed heavily. One hand settled between his legs, kneading the loose material of his 'sleep' trousers. He glanced up and grinned.

"You can come in," he said softly. Mamoru cursed, but did so. Nagi smiled at him, watching him dress with infuriating self-indulgence. "We should go to the beach, or something," he purred. "You're supposed to be relaxing. We've got as much information as we need."

Mamoru paused. "Maybe I will," he told Nagi. "What are your plans for the day?" he added pointedly.

Nagi blinked, satiated smile gone and that sense of restrained energy returning. That hurt. "I don't know," he said cautiously. "Maybe the market."

"You could get a souvenir for Rex," Mamoru smiled nastily.

Nagi just looked blank. "And I could get a souvenir for Schuldig, if I gave a shit. Are you getting Rex something?"

"I wasn't planning to, but I thought she might appreciate something from you," Mamoru told him.

"What are you implying?" Nagi asked sharply. "What's going on that I don't know about? I don't like being left in the dark." They exchanged a look. "Figuratively speaking."

"Most people are under the impression there is something going on between you two," Mamoru explained smoothly. "You know how I feel about office romances, though."

"Yes, only when it's dark enough to pretend it's not happening," Nagi snapped bitterly. Mamoru looked taken aback. "Go," Nagi said. "Go to the beach. Have fun. Sunbathe. Relax. I'll still be here when you get back."

Mamoru warred with himself. "Nagi-kun?" he asked gently. "I..."

"I know," Nagi said tiredly, dropping his head back against the wall and staring at the ceiling. "You've made everything abundantly clear, and you did so right from the start."

"I don't want you angry with me," Mamoru said. "I knew last night was a mistake."

"No you didn't," Nagi said bitterly. "I should have, though. When you threatened to throw me out into the rain. I should have known. You've changed yourself. I guess I just find it hard to believe how well you've accomplished that."

"I had to put Omi behind me," Mamoru said softly. "Too much has changed."

"You've changed. I thought some lingering morals might remain, but you're like the rest of your family." Mamoru looked horrified, coloured with anger. Nagi looked him in the eye. "Omi wouldn't have let last night happen if he was going to treat me like this today. He wouldn't have let it happen just to satisfy himself. Maybe it would just have been the once, and maybe he would have regretted it, but at least he would have treated me like a fucking equal!"

"You're an employee," Mamoru snapped harshly. "I told you as much. You are not my equal any more. When I was Omi, you were, and I guess that must be from where this confusion stems."

"Last night changed nothing for you?" Nagi laughed bitterly.

"Don't be ridiculous," Mamoru snapped. "I will never forget last night. It's the yardstick, so to speak. But we can't let it change things between us."

"You can't let yourself see me as an equal," Nagi countered. "You're so much like Crawford now it's scaring me. You're not the one with power here, Mamoru," Nagi spat the name. "I could snap your neck."

Mamoru couldn't refute that.

"You've been ruined, Omi," Nagi told him. "Money and politics and life have ruined you."

"It ruined all of us," Mamoru pointed out sadly. "Weiss destroyed itself."

"Go to the beach before I kill you," Nagi said dully. "I guess I won't be here when you get back. Go to the beach and pray I'm not still here when you get back."

Mamoru looked at him, picked up his bag, and left.