Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Shades of Grey ❯ Chapter 12

Part Twelve

Nagi leaned against the closed door of Omi's bedroom as Omi lit a few candles and turned off the lamp, switching on the radio. He smiled at the older boy as Omi came to stand in front of him. "Are you finished?"

"Not yet," Omi said, grabbing Nagi's hands and drawing him into the centre of the room. "Dance with me."

"Dance with you?" Nagi laughed. "I don't dance."

Omi moved behind him. "Nothing to it… Just move to the beat of the music." He hid a silly smile in Nagi's hair, breathing in the scent of the boy's shampoo and skin, a combination of orange and vanilla. He draped his arms around Nagi's waist, pulling him close. The song was slow with a heavy bass beat, and Omi danced, moving Nagi with him.

Nagi's amused smile faltered when he felt Omi growing hard. He tipped his head back. "Kiss me, koi," he whispered. Omi obediently lowered his head and claimed Nagi's lips. They kissed deeply, tongues twining together sinuously. Omi broke the kiss and moved his lips along Nagi's jaw, licking at Nagi's earlobe. He kissed the sensitive spot behind Nagi's ear, and then let his lips drift down the boy's neck, sucking and biting at the soft skin. Nagi's head fell back against Omi's shoulder, exposing the line of his throat. His eyes fluttered shut as one of Omi's hands slipped from his waist, brushing against the growing bulge in Nagi's shorts. His other hand slid under Nagi's shirt, caressing the boy's skin while he continued to dance.

"Do you like the way I dance?" Omi asked huskily. Both of his hands grasped Nagi's shirt and pulled it over the boy's head, flinging it to the floor. The slightly cooler air of Omi's room met Nagi's flushed skin and the boy shivered, his nipples hardening.

"No fair," Nagi complained. "You've still got your shirt on."

Omi shrugged out of his shirt and it landed somewhere near Nagi's. "Better?" he asked, drawing Nagi against his chest again.

"Much better," Nagi affirmed, feeling the heat of Omi's skin against his own. Omi's hands trailed up and down his chest, fingers dancing over the sensitive skin of his nipples, teasing them. Nagi caught one of Omi's hands and dragged it down over his stomach to the source of his desire. He felt his breath catch as Omi closed firm fingers over his throbbing shaft. Omi's breath tickling his ear was driving him mad.

Omi could feel Nagi's body trembling against his, and it was an effort to keep himself in check. Part of him - and he was sure of which part that was - wanted to tear the rest of Nagi's clothes off and throw him on the bed, just take the boy and forget about anything else. But he wanted this to be special. It was a first for both of them, and he didn't want to do anything that would hurt Nagi. Apart from that, he was starting to identify a feeling in his heart that he knew was significant. He didn't want this night to be just an expression of lust, but something deeper, something that would last. His fingers undid the button of Nagi's shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down. He peeled off Nagi's shorts and they slid down the boy's legs to pool at his feet.

Nagi stepped out of the puddle his shorts made at his feet and turned in Omi's arms, staring up into those perfectly blue eyes. He lifted his hand and traced the contours of Omi's lips with his finger. The other boy darted his tongue out to flicker against Nagi's finger and then sucked it into his mouth. Nagi closed his eyes, his knees weak. He slid his finger out of Omi's mouth and fumbled with the buttons on Omi's jeans. Gently Omi took his hands away, leading him to the bed and pushing him down. He quickly divested himself of his jeans and sat down on the bed, gazing with admiration at Nagi's prone form.

"God, Nagi," he whispered. "You're so gorgeous." He reached out a hand to trail over Nagi's pale skin, his fingers drifting up the length of one long, perfect thigh. His fingers stopped at Nagi's boxers, and he lifted his eyes to Nagi's face as he reached up to pull them down the boy's body. Nagi lifted his hips helpfully, his breath shaky, watching Omi's face. Omi shifted himself on the bed, stretching out beside the boy, and Nagi moaned as he felt Omi's hand envelop him.

Omi leaned down to kiss Nagi deeply, still stroking Nagi's erection. He moved down Nagi's neck, leaving marks on the fair skin. He kissed his way over Nagi's collarbone, fastening his lips on one crinkled nipple. Nagi moaned and his back arched, pleasure spiralling through him at every tug of Omi's lips, every scrape of teeth against sensitive skin. Omi moved to the other taut bud, working it with his lips and tongue, listening to the boy's whimpers of pleasure.

Omi raised his head and looked at Nagi's flushed face. The boy's lips were parted, his breathing ragged. Omi's hand continued to stroke the other boy's shaft as his lips continued their path over Nagi's flat stomach. Ever since he had discovered that Nagi was the one on the other end of his computer he'd fantasized about this; wanting to reduce Nagi to a writhing mass of need. Now he could finally do all he'd wanted to do. His hands stilled on Nagi's shaft and his mouth hovered above Nagi's erection. He saw the boy's eyes fly open and flicked his tongue at the tip on Nagi's shaft.

Nagi cried out, the feelings surging through him incredible as Omi's mouth surrounded his aching shaft. The warm, wet heat made him fist his hands in the bedcovers, fighting to keep from exploding. He didn't want to come until Omi was inside him, but he didn't want Omi to stop, either. The older boy was swallowing him deeper, and Nagi couldn't keep his hips from thrusting into that hot wetness.

"Omi," he moaned, "I need you."

Omi pulled his mouth away and crawled up to lay beside Nagi, his hand continuing what his mouth had begun. "Are you sure?" he asked. Nagi's only answer was to reach down and attempt to pull off Omi's boxers. Omi chuckled. "Okay koi, hang on a minute." He shimmied out of his shorts and opened his bedside drawer, hunting for the tube he'd asked Ken to purchase for him earlier in the week. Ken could buy it without all the shotakon comments Omi was sure he'd hear. He found the tube, peering at it cautiously. He smiled slightly when he realised it was scented; vanilla, like Nagi's skin. The reminder caused his erection to harden and he quickly rolled over to face Nagi, tube clutched in his hand.

"You're prepared," Nagi noted mischievously. "Vanilla?"

"Ken picked it up for me," Omi admitted. "I didn't know it came in scents." He unscrewed the cap and squeezed some onto his fingers. He saw Nagi's eyes following his every move. "Are you nervous?" he asked, hesitant.

"No," Nagi drawled sultrily. "I want you inside me, koi." He gazed trustingly up into Omi's face, shifting his legs apart. "I want you to fuck me."

Omi's eyes widened a bit at Nagi's language, which went straight to his groin. "Is that what you want?" he asked huskily, slick fingers leaving a trail up the inside of Nagi's thigh. His fingers traced Nagi's crack, circled his puckered opening. "You want me to fuck you?" His finger pushed slowly into Nagi's body. Carefully he stretched Nagi's tight passage, stroking slowly in and out. He added another finger, watching Nagi's eyes dilate and hearing the other boy's breath hitch with satisfaction.

Omi looked entirely too smug, Nagi thought. He decided to distract the other boy. He reached down and grasped Omi's erection, smiling when the boy moaned, his eyes fluttering closed and his fingers faltering. "I told you what I want, koi," Nagi whispered hungrily. "Give it to me." His other hand picked up the tube of lubricant, and he spread a generous amount over Omi's length, caressing Omi's shaft.

Omi batted Nagi's hands away, catching the boy's wrists and pinning them over his head. "Leave them there," he said when Nagi tried to lower his arms. Nagi's eyes widened, but he smiled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Omi moved over him, positioning himself between Nagi's smooth thighs. He bent Nagi's knees to allow easier access, and spread the rounded globes that hid the boy's entrance, placing the tip of his shaft against the crinkled opening.

Nagi wrapped his legs around Omi's waist, trying to make Omi go faster. His hands started to come down and Omi's eyes bored into his. "Stay," he said. Nagi felt a jolt of lust sear through his body at the look in Omi's eyes. He maintained eye contact as Omi started to enter him, trying not to flinch with the pain as Omi's shaft sank deeper into him.

Omi saw Nagi's wince and stilled. "Am I hurting you? I'm trying not to…"

"It's okay," Nagi replied quickly. "It's not that bad." He tightened his legs around Omi's waist, encouraging the older boy to continue.

When he was fully enveloped in Nagi's body Omi paused to allow the boy time to get used to the feeling. He held himself very still, nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of Nagi's body surrounding him. He couldn't believe how good, how right it felt. Slowly he began to move, stroking in and out of Nagi's tight body, gradually speeding up his strokes. Beneath him Nagi's hips rose to meet every thrust. He saw the moment he found that spot inside Nagi's body in the boy's face, and he aimed for it every time. Nagi was moaning incoherently, his voice rising with every thrust. Omi knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Nagi," he moaned. "I want to watch you touch yourself while I fuck you."

Nagi caught Omi's eyes and put one finger in his mouth, drawing it out wet and glistening. He watched Omi's eyes fasten on it and drew it down his chest and over his stomach until his hand reached his throbbing shaft. He wrapped his hand around his erection and began to pump himself in time with Omi's thrusts. The combination of his own efforts and Omi's shaft brushing against his prostate brought him close quickly, and he cried out Omi's name as he came, spilling his seed over his hand and stomach.

Omi felt Nagi's body tighten around him as the boy came and the sight of Nagi's come spurting onto that pale skin triggered his own response. He came hard, pumping his own seed into Nagi's body as his movements slowed. His arms trebling, he collapsed on top of Nagi, gasping for breath, their sweaty bodies hot and slippery. After a moment he pulled out of the boy's body, rolling to one side and staring at Nagi's flushed face, watching the boy open his eyes and look back at him.

"Did I hurt you?" Omi asked him softly.

Nagi shook his head. "I'm fine. More than fine." He smiled sexily, running a finger through the sticky mess on his stomach and raising it to Omi's lip. Omi licked Nagi's finger clean, drawing it into his mouth and languidly sweeping his tongue around it.

"You taste good," he said lazily.

Nagi smiled. "We should clean up. Then you can hold me."

Omi nodded and stood on shaky legs. "A quick shower?" he suggested. "Nice and hot."

Nagi agreed, standing gingerly. He was stiff and a little sore, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He followed Omi into the bathroom.

An hour later they tumbled into the fresh sheets of the bed, exhausted from another round in the shower. Nagi giggled when he thought about how creative Omi could be, then tried to muffle the sound when Omi glared at him playfully.

"What are you laughing at? You should be too worn out to laugh."

"You wore me out," Nagi agreed, cuddling close to the older boy. "Are you sure you're not some hentai? Me being so young and all."

Omi growled and curled his body around Nagi's frame from behind, pulling the boy tight against him. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he countered. "You seem to like it an awful lot."

Nagi laughed. "Oh, I like it, all right. Next time it's my turn. You're gonna get it."

"I like the sound of that," Omi murmured sleepily, dropping a kiss on the nape of Nagi's neck. "Tomorrow night, though. I have to work tomorrow in the daytime with Aya-kun gone."

"I'll help," Nagi said. "Someone has to keep all those stupid girls away from you."

"Okay, koi. I don't want to be away from you, either. Go to sleep. Oyasumi."

"Oyasumi," Nagi replied. He listened to Omi's breathing even out and smiled in the dark. " Ai shiteru," he whispered, then closed his eyes.

Omi fell asleep smiling.

"How can you stand it?" Nagi muttered out of the corner of his mouth to Ken as he tried to disentangle himself from the giggling girls who had mobbed him. He'd been fielding questions for the last hour about whether he was a new boy working in the shop with the other four, maybe a delivery boy? And how old was he? And when was his birthday? And what was his blood type? And on and on... he didn't know how the others ever got any work done with these damn girls hanging all over them.

Ken chuckled at the panic on Nagi's face. "You get used to it," he whispered. "They're all over you today because you're new."

Nagi grimaced. "This is the last time I come to help out."

"What's the matter, Nagi-chan?" Yoji teased. "Not fond of all of these lovely young ladies?"

Nagi glared at the older blond. "You know damn well I'm not," he hissed under his breath, trying to smile for the girls clinging to various body parts. He was feeling smothered, and he just knew he was going scream or snap or something any minute.

Omi took pity on him. "Nagi, we have a delivery to make," he called out, throwing an apologetic look at Ken. "Sorry girls, we'll be back later." They left the building, arms full of flowers, leaving a disappointed group of fans behind.

"How on earth do you do it? I didn't really believe you before…" Nagi looked decidedly rumpled.

Omi gave Nagi a wry smile. "You really do get used to it. They're just squealing over you because they know about the two of us. Those other girls blabbed."

"Stupid gossips," Nagi scowled. "How much longer do you have to work today?"

"Another four hours. But we can make the deliveries last at least an hour, and by then the majority of those girls will have gone home."

"Well, that's a blessing." The disgruntled look on Nagi's face made Omi laugh.

"At least it's entertaining." He shrugged. "Let's hurry these up so we can grab some ice cream before we go back." He leaned over and gave Nagi a smacking kiss, ignoring the stares they got from people on the street as he settled into the delivery vehicle with Nagi beside him.

Omi closed the door of the Koneko with a sigh and flipped the sign to `closed'. "Are you guys going somewhere?" he asked, watching Yoji and Ken hurriedly take off their aprons and head for the stairs.

"Nope," Ken replied hastily, chasing Yoji up the stairs.

"I guess we're not alone tonight," Omi said, turning to Nagi. He grabbed the broom and began sweeping the shop as Nagi watched him, perched on the stool behind the cash.

"I heard what you said last night," he said suddenly, not looking up. "I wasn't asleep."

He risked a quick glance at Nagi's face. The boy was looking a little taken aback, his face flushed, avoiding Omi's eyes.

"Did you mean it?"

Nagi was startled into looking up at the other boy. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

"I didn't think you felt that way," Omi said. "I didn't know how to tell you I did."

Nagi's eyes narrowed, and a smile crept onto his face. The broom flew out of Omi's hand across the room. Nagi laughed at the wildly startled look on Omi's face when the older boy realised he couldn't move at all.

"You forgot about my little talent, didn't you Omi?" Nagi teased, his eyes sparkling. "I told you that you were gonna get it."