Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Tears ❯ Silent Tears ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

SILENT TEARS
A Weiss Kreuz Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A Nagi/Omi yaoi pairing. PWP. YAOI. You've been warned. Told from Omi's POV. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.



It all seems surreal.

I mean...I've been kissed before. By aunts. Cousins. And there was that girl in the sixth grade who had a crush on me. She was popular too! Those kisses had been nice. Very nice in deed. But none of those people were HIM. None of them made me melt like this kiss.

His kiss.

Nagi.

A simple brush of his lips against mine causes electricity to shoot through my veins. I can't help but gasp and force my lips harder on his. My hands clasp the material of his shirt tighter while his hands move around my waist to cup my buttocks. My body jumps in surprise, electricity once again shooting through my entire body.

He answers with a groan, his lips pressing even harder against mine as something course and wet tickles my lower lip. I gasp again, this time in surprise, allowing his tongue access to my mouth. His tongue rolls over mine quite expertly. I answer his beckoning, jousting and dancing in my mouth then his.

Hands, now restless, being exploring covered flesh. His hands try to lift me, squeezing my bottom hard. I groan, pressing my body closer to his, my arms winding around his neck. I can feel his arousal against my stomach, feel mine press into his hip. We both moan at the contact, pressing hard against each other, like we should melt together.

As the kiss breaks, I'm pushed backward into the closed door. I'm surprised by his forcefulness...and a bit frightened. But his smile reassures me and I relax as he leans into me, pressing me harder against the door. His lips brush mine in short, tender kisses, both of us simply enjoying the warmth of the other. Then his lips crush mine for an instant before he pulls away, gasping for air.

"May I?" he asks, his hands pulling at the edges of my shirt.

I nod, swallowing heavily. The navy material comes out of my jeans easily and his hands rush under my shirt. Cool fingers brush against burning skin. The contrast makes me gasp. My own hands seek out the top button of his shirt. The buttons come apart one by one. I stop on the third button, his hands holding my shirt to my chin, exposing my chest to his heated gaze.

"Soft and pale," he whispers.

I lick my lips unconsciously. One of my hands slides between the unbuttoned portions of his shirt, lightly caressing his smooth flesh. I'm once again reminded how surreal this is. Like a dream. I know I should be ashamed. We are enemies after all. But I've dreamed of this for...ever. Ever since the first time I saw him in battle.

"Same to you," I mutter in reply.

"We should probably get out more," he whispers in response, one hand lightly brushing over my right pec. "You know, get a tan or something."

I shake my head. "Iie. This is perfect." His chest constricts under my palm, his breath catching. "You're perfect, Nagi. I'm nothing like you."

His smile fades slightly, both of his hands tugging on my shirt. I raise my arms and the shirt slides upward over my head. When our eyes meet again, I see his passion, his wantonness. I see his concern...his caution, his curiosity. There's gentleness and, if I'm not mistaken, love.

"You really don't know," he tells me. "How perfect you really are, Omi."

The sound of my name is like music to my ears. A rush of adrenaline courses through me. My hands travels form his chest, over his neck to cup the side of his face. My other hand mirrors the action. Holding him by his face I pull him closer, planting a deep, wet kiss on him.

His body stiffens in surprise. But he begins to relax into the kiss, his hands gently kneading the flesh of my hips. They move downward and his fingers tease the skin just below the waistband of my jeans. As his fingers undo the belt buckle and go to work on the button fly, my fingers finish unbuttoning his shirt. When I toss his shirt aside, he breaks the kiss, stepping back in surprise.

I'm not wearing any underwear.

Hey, I came prepared!

"I suppose that answers several questions," he says, looking me in the eye. "I thought you were a boxer man personally."

I blush. "Actually I am. I just...well...."

He chuckles. "Don't worry. I came prepared too."

My eyebrows go up in question as he steps backward a few steps. Using the waistband of my pants, he pulls me with him. I'm oblivious to where he's taking us until we stop suddenly.

To my surprise he turns us around so that I'm now facing the door. With both hands he pushes against my chest. I tumble backward, unable to go anywhere as something catches me behind my knees. A bed, I realize as I bounce in place. His bed. I'm in his room. That's right, I remind myself.

He tugs at the waistband of my pants and pulls them down over my legs. A shiver moves through me as I feel the cold air of the room against my bare flesh. Nagi tosses the pants aside and quickly undoes the button and zipper to his own. I watch as he pulls them down slowly, giving me a little show by turning around so that I can see his bare backside. He's got a great ass, I must admit. It's only one of the things I love about him.

Love him? Yeah, I guess I do. Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

Would I?

When he turns to face me, my eyes immediately seek out that which I have not seen before. He stands in naked glory, his erection jutting proudly from between his legs. I want to hold it in my hands, feel the skin between my fingers, taste his precum in my mouth.... The thoughts alone cause me to whimper in desire. One hand reaches for him, but he shakes his head.

"In a moment," is all he says before he disappears from my sight.

I start to sit up, wondering what he's doing. I hear a noise and see his butt sticking in the air as he digs through a drawer for...something. Kami if I could only reach out for that tush! With a triumphant yelp, he stands, a small bag in hand.

"What's that?"

He smiles as he approaches the bed.

"Something fun," he replies, crawling onto the bed.

I slide back a little, my body completely on the bed. I lay on my back as he crawls over me. I'm still a little confused...and worried...but I can't help but trust him. So I try to relax and ask him to explain.

"What kind of...fun?"

The back of his hand caresses one cheek before he leans forward and places a light kiss on my lips. "It's a surprise."

"A surprise?"

"Do you...trust me?"

"Of course," I answer immediately, but then I frown. "Will it...hurt?"

"Not as much as this." He takes one of my hands and holds it against his erection. It pulses in my grasp and he groans as I wrap my fingers around him. After a few tentative strokes he removes my hand, smiling...regretfully...at me. "Are you sure you're ready?"

I nod enthusiastically.

"You have to tell me if I hurt you."

I keep nodding.

"This is your first time, ne?"

I pause. "What about you?"

"Iie," he replies easily.

"Oh. Well, in that case...yes."

He smiles. "I'll try not to hurt you. I promise. But you have to tell me...."

"All right."

He begins by placing another light kiss on my lips. Our bodies melt together as he lays over me. His weight should feel heavy, but it doesn't. Instead, it feels...welcoming, arousing me even more. I moan as his erection presses into my hip, my erection pressing into his groin.

My hands, resting on his hips, begin to travel, first up and down his back, then reaching down until they grasp his buttocks. They're soft, just as I'd imagined, but the muscles underneath are rigid, strong. He moans into the kiss, pressing himself harder against me. I moan again in response.

The kiss breaks, but his lips continue to press tender kisses along my jaw to my neck. He sucks on this one spot just below my ear and I can't suppress a shiver. He suckles harder, causing me to cry out. I can feel him smile in response as his lips move lower, to the juncture of my neck and shoulder, across my shoulder and then downward again.

His fingers then his lips play with my nipples. Sooner rather than later, his lips leave my chest and move lower still. My stomach quivers as he smoothes a hand over it. Then his fingers tickle my groin, burning my skin with his touch. I hold my breath waiting until his fingers wrap around my erection. When they do, I sigh, letting out a very long breath.

"Beautiful," he mutters, licking the head of my cock with his tongue.

"AH!" I cry out, my hands seeking and finding the top of his head. My fingers curl into the soft strands, trying to hold him in place. His soft breath over my engorged erection is the most erotic thing I've ever felt.

"Ready to play?"

All I can do is nod. I don't trust my voice. To my surprise - and horror - he moves away from my groin, grabbing for the bag on the bed. I can hear him rummaging around in the bag and I can almost hear his smile as he finds what he's looking for. Then he returns to where he had been, his breath tickling my stomach as his fingers rub against the raw skin of my anus.

I jump in surprise. I shouldn't be, knowing what is coming, but it's a natural reaction. He pauses what he's doing, looking at me questioningly. I smile to reassure him, words still failing me. After a moment, he continues and I jump again as I feel something cool and wet touch my skin where his fingers had been.

Cold and wet? Lubricant.

It's cold against my warm skin, but it feels strangely...nice. My body begins to relax and my cock hardens...impossibly harder. I moan, trying to keep still as he applies the lube liberally to my anus. But as he sticks a finger inside of me, my hips jerk upward and I moan his name. I want more. So much more.

And I receive it.

The "toy" Nagi had referred to earlier is actually a small dildo. More wide than long I'd wager. He slides it into my virginal hole. The pain is insurmountable and I have to force myself to relax. My strain must show in my face, for Nagi places a light kiss to my stomach.

"You can tell me to stop."

I shake my head, my body relaxing just enough to take another inch inside of me. This process continues until I can feel the rubber dick lodged deep inside of me. Not quite as deep as I thought, but then again, it's no indication of how it will feel with Nagi inside me.

I shiver at the thought.

And the dildo begins a leisurely rhythm. I wince as it begins to move, but once again relax under the spell of the friction and the sensations it causes in my body. My head begins to toss and turn as I feel the muscles knot in my stomach. Tense. That's how I feel. Like a coiled wire that could spring at any moment.

Am I a bastard for wanting him? For wanting this?

My thought process ends as I feel his mouth devour me, the dildo still rhythmically gliding in and out of my anus. He knows what he's doing. I wonder though...is it because he's always imagined this between us? OR has he done this with someone else? A tall, red-haired German comes to mind, but quickly fades with the rest of my thoughts.

He begins sucking my dick, his lips moving up and down over me slowly, leisurely. The drawn out pleasure wracks my body with shivers and I can't help but moan his name. He answers me with a moan of his own and I gasp. Goosebumps cover my body and the tingly sensation makes my dick even harder.

I grunt, unable to think logically. My hips thrust upward, trying to force all of me into his warm mouth. The dildo stops moving for an instant, the sudden end to the friction causing my body to shiver again. But the feel of his mouth temporarily makes up for the loss, his pace increasing after a brief pause. As my body settles, the dildo begins moving again, matching his pace over my cock.

Tension rises, humming through my blood as it rushes through my veins. The feel of his tongue stroking the underside of my dick arouses me further...and further still. Kami but the sensation is almost too much! He tugs and sucks on my engorged flesh with his lips, sending shivers up my spine, my arms and legs quivering in anticipation of release. I moan incoherently, trying to keep my hips still as the dildo continues to stroke me. But it's difficult to remain still under such sweet torture.

And I find I no longer have control of my body.

I buck again, forcing my head into the back of his throat. He moans again, his teeth grazing my cock as he pulls upward. My fingers curl in the loose sheets beneath me. Balling the material, I hold it in a death grip, crying out again as he moves his mouth and the dildo faster. The friction and heat are almost too much.

Something powerful is building inside of me. I can feel it. But there is a wall - a dam - holding it all back. I clutch on to that dam mentally, the sheets balling even more inside my grasp. A whirlwind kicks up, forcing me to let go. I'm holding on by the tips of my fingers but I can't fight it for long. My arms feel strange, weak. My fingers ache. My body suddenly snaps, my mind blanking out the world around me.

And I let go.

"AH!"

"Mmm!"

I release into his mouth, the muscles in my body contracting around the rubber dick lodged into my ass. The pleasure is pain, the pain pleasure. I scream, pulling on the sheets beneath me as my body rises with my orgasm. Shivers wrack my body as a wave of white light blinds me.

My mouth is open, muttering incoherent statement. Incoherent to my mind at least. Nagi seems to find something I say funny, his chuckles sending more goosebumps through me. I moan as my dick starts to go soft. He releases me with an audible pop, the dildo sliding from my anus at the same time.

"Are you all right?" he asks, crawling upward over my body once more.

I blink sleepily, uncertainly. "I...is that...it?"

He smiles, placing a light kiss on my lips. His eyes are alight with something wicked as he pulls away. "Nope. Not yet."

"There's...more?" My question is somewhat strangled as his lips close over one nipple, my body reacting as it had earlier. A moan escapes my throat and Nagi chuckles again.

"Much more," he whispers into my chest, his lips moving to pay homage to my other nipple. "I want to be inside you now. Is that all right?"

My dick twitches just at the thought, growing harder with each pull of his lips on my nipple. I open my mouth to give my answer, but only a moan escapes.

"Is that a 'yes'?" Nagi lifts his head to look me in the eye.

A small smile forms on my lips. "Yes."

I'm only half aware as Nagi helps me flip over to my stomach. I'm holding myself on my elbows as I feel something soft yet blunt at the entrance of my ass. I'm not sure who's groaning, but the sound surrounds us as he pushes himself inside of me. He moves slowly, like with the dildo, inching his way until I can feel his head brush against an untouched spot, opening me further. My head bows and I moan into the sheets beneath me.

Unlike the dildo he sets a ferocious pace to start. I really don't mind though since anything else would be much too slow. His hands have a firm grasp on my hips pushing and pulling me as we move. The pace increases with each thrust. The head of my cock hits the sheets as I move, bouncing up and down in time to our rhythm. It's an erotic feeling that cannot be describes in words. One of my hands reaches downward to grasp my straining cock, but someone beats me to it.

His fingers grasp my erection pumping me in time to his strokes. It's not long before I can feel the tide of my orgasm approaching. As Nagi makes his final thrusts I come into his hand, spilling my seed onto the sheet beneath me. Nagi gasps as his release is reached, his warm cum spilling inside of me.

We fall to the bed, gasping for air and full of sweat. I drop first, lying on my stomach. Nagi falls on top of me, placing light kisses to my shoulder before he pulls out of me and lies beside me.

As the rush of adrenaline begins to leave my body, I dare a look at my lover. My vision is hazy but I can make out his silhouette. One of my hands reaches out to caress his cheek. He looks back at me, love shining in his eyes. But there's something else. He seems to be crying. It's impossible though since there are no tears in his eyes.

Silent tears, then?

His warmth surrounds me, his skin brushing mine. His breath tickles my hair as he places a small kiss to my forehead. His hands caress my cheeks and the sides of my neck. I feel as if something else is going to happen, but I can't keep my eyes open any longer.

And "I love you, Omi," is the last thing I hear before passing out.




I wake to the sound of my cell phone. Or rather, the buzzing of my cell phone. I turned the ringer off before I arrived at Nagi's apartment. But the guys are supposed to be busy. Who the hell would be calling me...?

Nagi's apartment.

Suddenly I'm wide awake. And very alone. The bed beside me is empty. Nagi's nowhere to be seen. I pout, a bit depressed that I didn't et to kiss him good morning. Or is that good night?

What time is it anyway?

As I pick up my phone I note the time. Just after midnight. That's odd. I wonder where Nagi had to go. Of course the answer should be obvious, but I can dream right. Just like I can pretend that the message on my phone isn't from one of my teammates.

Yeah right.

It's from Yohji. I'm needed. Must've been a surprise attack of some kind. Or maybe it wasn't. If that's the case I should feel seriously used. But I don't. I'm emotionless, actually. Is that good after a round of the most erotic sex you've ever had?

Maybe I need a better basis for comparison.

As I rise from the bed I see it; a small note taped to the inside of the door. I walk over to it, pulling my jeans on in the process. The handwriting is definitely Nagi's, although I'm not sure how I know. I've never seen it before. But I just...know.

'I had a wonderful time tonight. We really must do it again sometime. Do take care of yourself.'

Nagi's signature graces the bottom of the paper.

I smile, folding the paper and placing it in my pocket. A tide of emotions washes over me as I finish dressing. So many things run through my head.

And silent tears fall from my eyes.

'I had a wonderful time, too. Take care of yourself, Nagi.'

I take an unsteady breath, still crying silently as I close the door to his apartment and disappear into the night.


~OWARI~

DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Weiss. That honor goes to Project Weiss and Takehito Koyasu. No permission was asked for the use of these characters and no money is being made. Sucks to be me. *sigh*