Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Undistinguished UnderScore ❯ Chapter 34

Nagi walked solo down the sidewalk, his head down passing people who walked by, to content to notice the young man. His silky black hair clouding over his eyes as he watched the momentum of his feet along the gray sidewalk. He had managed to successfully disappear after aiding Brad with the temporally insane Schuldich, but now he hoped to handle some of his own business.

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Omi had decided to take his lunch break a little earlier today, with the shop being a little slow. Everything felt so weird without Yohji and Aya around, and he was getting tired making excuses for their absence to all the fan girls.

"Ne! Ken Kun! Kym Chan, I'm going head out to get some lunch. I'll be back shortly." Omi forced his sweet smile as he turned to wave before moving through the glass door into the heat of the afternoon. He moved his arm in front of his eyes until he pupils adjusted to the sudden light shift. He began to move down the heated sidewalk, it was unusually warm for it being almost autumn but he didn't really care. Ever sense that night with Nagi, nothing seemed to matter anymore. Inside he felt numb, he smiled when he had to, to keep his friends and comrades off his back with annoying questions, seeing as how this still didn't know what had happened to Nagi, nor would they ever find out. He knew what they all would want to do, and it wouldn't take much to get them motivated to go hunt down his past love and punish him for the pain he had inflicted upon their innocent chibi. He tried not to think about Nagi, tried to just let him vanish as quick he and come, but the more he tried, the more he remembered. Images of the time he spent with the beautiful boy caring for him, and that one glorious night they spent together, sharing passion with passion. The blonde bishounen shook his head, tossing about his long strands of hair wishing he could shake the images of Nagi as easily as he tossed about his hair. He continued down his path, not really hungry but hungry all the same. But he wasn't really hungry for food, he felt himself hungry for life, for the presence for the one he couldn't forget. Though in the midst of his wandering mind, he ran right into another body.

"Oh! Gomen!" Omi moved his large blue eyes up to the person he had tumbled into only to find himself starring at himself in the depths of the swimming sapphires that belonged to no other than Nagi. Omi gaped as he stood dangerously close to his ex-love, his senses failing him as Nagi mimicked his expression. "N...Nagi?!" Omi found his legs again and back away at a safer distance. "What...what are you doing here?" Omi stumbled around to find words. Nagi smirked a little, trying to shake off his surprised expression.

"It's a public sidewalk, isn't it?" He turned his head to the side, trying to avoid Omi's beautiful eyes. Omi's face stiffened and he began to walk past the silent member of Schwarz, he felt he had nothing to say to him. He stepped past Nagi, who still stood with his head turned to the side, starring off into the space of the pavement. Nagi's eyes widened as he saw Omi continue by him. He lifted his head quickly and spun around, reaching out his hand to Omi, but not grabbing anything. "Omi! Wait! I need to talk to you!" Omi ignored him, pressing Nagi further to travel after him, locking his hand around Omi's slim wrist. "Omi! Please..." Omi stopped at the feel of Nagi's gentle, yet forceful touch, his hair shadowing over his eyes, his face solemn. "Omi...about that night...I..." Omi could feel Nagi's hand shaking through his grip, and he slowly turned around to enter the pleading eyes of that secretive black haired boy.

"What about it..." Omi said flatly.

"What they said...the others of Schwarz...it wasn't all true..." Nagi dispatched his hand from Omi's wrist, letting his arm fall back at his side, pulling his eyes away from Omi's. Omi's eyes widened and he slowly reached out to caress Nagi's hand in his own, aware he was trying to tell him something.

"What are you trying to say?" Omi said softly, trailing his fingers over Nagi's soft pale flesh that coated his hand. Startled by the sudden caress from Omi, Nagi lifted his head quickly to examine the loving face of the bishounen, that same face was what made him fall in love with him to begin with.

"Well...I..." Nagi felt a flush flow over his cheeks, and he dropped his gaze again at the feel of Omi gently squeezing his hand. "I never meant to hurt you..." Nagi whispered out, letting his hand fall out of Omi's, shame filling his being. He began to turn to leave Omi on that street that was far from empty with other inhabitants. But Nagi was stopped by the sudden pull on his wrist by Omi, who spun him around to face him their chest's almost touching.

"I...believe you..." Omi whispered, his lips hovering over Nagi's in the play of temptation.

"Omi..." Nagi whispered back, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to Omi's, uncertain to hold him or not but Omi made the decision for the both of them and Nagi had no objections. The blonde wrapped his arms around Nagi's slim waist that was covered in his usual attire. "I missed you..." Nagi's voice shook softly as he spoke, a delicate tear drifted down his face and splashed onto Omi, who only hugged him tighter. Omi didn't care how it happened... or what the whole real story was...He was back where he belonged...in the arms of Nagi. Nagi reopened his deep ocean blue eyes to gaze at the tender face before him, and without thinking he went for those soft pink lips that affectionately embraced him. Omi's mouth tickled Nagi's in a swift, soft kiss that made them both realize their ache for one another's touch. They discontented from each other for a moment to gaze into the others eyes, before pulling one another into a sweet, innocent lip lock. Which needless to say, raised a few eyebrows out in the public, with an elder woman pushing past her two gaping young children. They pulled apart slowly, breathing in the ecstasy of each other. Both their eyes lightly cracked as they pulled apart, holding each other, Nagi burying his head into Omi's soft shoulder. "I can't stay..." Nagi spoke, slightly muffled from Omi's shirt. He painfully began to pry himself off his love, only to have Omi push Nagi back to him.

"Meet me tonight..." He whispered soothingly in Nagi's ear. Nagi's eyes widened and he laid his head on Omi's shoulder, holding the blonde close to his body.

"I'll try...but...where?" Nagi sounded rather nervous, not sure if Crawford would find out and try and stop him. Or worse...go after Omi.

Omi smirked as he whispered seductively into Nagi's ear "My apartment..." and he felt Nagi flinch under his embrace, but quickly relax. Would they be able to pull it off? It wasn't easy getting out of the presence of the Schwarz members, and getting into Weiss living quarters was a whole different story. Nagi just hoped Farfie would get done with him early tonight and be done with it. Farfie wasn't one for sex; just excessive pleasure sense pain didn't seem to phase him much. But he was more of a bondage fan than Nagi would like, and the only reason he did anything with that white haired freak of nature was to keep himself from getting killed. Omi gently pushed Nagi off at him to gaze at the tender, insecure face. He gently pushed back some of the loose black strands that hid his painful blue eyes and Omi just smiled at the scarred and emotionally wounded young man that stood before him. "Don't worry..." Omi said sweetly "I'll look after you..." With that Omi nodded reassuringly to Nagi, telling him with his eyes that he needed to leave before one of the Schwarz members discovered his whereabouts, unaware that Brad and Schu were "pre-occupied" and Farfie was probably off hurting God in some weird shape or form.

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Nagi lay strapped to the bed by a tight leather belt, his clothes not discarded, no, that would be too simple. Instead pieces of fabric rested over his stripped body, his clothes shredded, their purpose defeated. He had been gagged, which was something new, usually Farfie liked his scream of anguish and agony with his desperate pleads that over time had become nothing more but an act to please the physcotic man. Now he lay stripped of all clothing, white sheets dampened by his body heat, weather his heart and mind was into the excessive rape that Farfie inflicted upon him or not, which it never had been, didn't matter to the fact that his body responded none the less with the essence of pleasure. Nagi closed his eyes, trying to focus out the person who was supplying him this lucious, yet gut wrenching feeling, faking a substantial moan through the white handkerchief that was warped around his mouth. He wanted to get this over with, though the thought of Omi made this night more bearable than the rest. Farfie's cold, dead hands trailed Nagi's chest, moving back tattered pieces of his once comfterble navy blue outfit.

"That's it Kitty...give into me...like you always do...lemme hear to scream through your gag...and feel you wiggle with your restraints...let me feel you...all over...I want to taste your blood…" Nagi felt a blade scrape down his chest and he jerked, cringing and whimpering as the almost unbearable stinging sensation electrified his body. FarFie locked his hand hard around Nagi's head, forcing him to be still, pressing his head into the soft pillow. "That's it kitty...let me taste it..." Farfie lowered her head to Nagi's chest, his eyes flying open in shock in pain as he felt that rough, insensitive tongue run down his soft, creamy flesh and Nagi couldn't help but release a whimper. He felt overly vulnerable tonight, he usually wasn't this sensitive, and it only encouraged Farfie further in his insane activities. He clawed Nagi's skin in his hands, and Nagi cried in utter pain, tears that he had been holding back pouring from his eyes as he choked on his gag. "Beg me to stop!" Farfie released his hands and pinned Nagi to the bed by his arms. "Do it! Let me hear you beg!" When Nagi didn't beg, Farfie just smirked and raised his hand back, letting his hand fly for that beautiful face, stopping inches before it made contact with the sound of the door clicking open.

"That's enough Farfie..." Schuldich called from the door, he could feel Farfie's thoughts getting to wild, and Nagi's thoughts getting to timid and he knew the mix would only result in blood shed, mainly Nagi's. Besides, Schu owed Nagi for earlier that day. Farfie just sneered at the German red head, turning his attention back to the boy that trembled under him. At the essence of being ignored, Schu's temper heightened and his eyes flashed full of rage as Farfie locked his hand around the slender, white neck of the youngest Schwarz member, cutting off Nagi's air passage. "I SAID that's ENOUGH!" Schuldich gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and watched Farfie release a blood curdling scream, griping his head and squeezing his hands around his skull, his fingers pulling at his snow white hair while his body shuddered uncontrollably. Schu didn't quit, and his infamous grin was growing over his face as FarFie struggled and twitched with agony before he finally toppled over off the bed and landed unconscious on the carpeted floor. Schu broke off the telepathic connection and stepped forward to the injured and terrified Nagi, his tears stinging his eyes, his blood sliming his pale flesh and his sweat burning his body. Schu slowly extended his hand over Nagi's body, and the black haired bishounen couldn't help but wince away but Schu ignored the boys timidiness and carefully undid the taut belt around his wrists and pulled off the white gag around his mouth. Nagi took one deep solid breath, his chest pounding with fire and it was first time he realized he had been cut all the way down and he frowned miserably.

`Omi won't want damaged goods...' he thought to himself, protecting his thoughts from Schu. He didn't know how he was going to sit up without wailing in pain and perhaps Nagi's thoughts weren't as protected as he thought, or maybe Schu was drunk, or it could have possibly been Schu had decided to use some kind of common sense in the midst of all the drama, but the next thing he knew Schu's soft, delicate hands were under Nagi's shattered body and carefully picking him off the once crisp white bedding that was now coated in sweat and blood.

"Easy..." Schu spoke softly "Try and hold your self still, the more the move the worse you make it." Schu wasn't sure what had gotten into him; the whole day had just been flat out weird and he figured why fight an invisible force? He held the young boy close to his body, and somehow, Nagi felt at so much with ease with being in the Germans arms and he felt him and the telepath and finally made some kind of connection. With that thought crossing his mind, Nagi weakly glanced up at Schu who was to busy to notice the pair of deep sapphire blue eyes that had landed on him.

"Could it be...that...at least Schu...really is beginning to care about me?" The thought made Nagi's whole body tingle, and he wasn't quite sure as to exactly how he should react to something like this. Though none the less, Schu was showing emotion to him, and that defiantly was a step up from the usual. In the midst of Nagi's thoughts, Schu had carried him to the bathroom and laid him flat on the soft, clean bathroom rug.

"Lay still..." Schu ordered flatly. Nagi obeyed, laying flat on the tender rug that comforted his aching skin. Though Nagi couldn't see from the angle he was at, he could hear Schu shuffling around in the bathroom cabinet and setting things down on the sink counter. Schu scooped up the objects, which in a whole was almost too much his German arms could carry, but he managed. He set each object down next to the young boy, that seemed so hopeless and vulnerable lying on the ground with his pounding wound. Schu stooped down, resting on his knees as he scooped up the peroxide and eyed the cotton balls he had taken down, his eyes shifting back and forth between the cotton balls and the bloody wound. `Geeze...' thought Schuldich as he ran his strong fingers through his thick red hair `It'll take me all night to treat that would with just cotton balls...' he found himself sighing deeply `Oh well...' he popped off the cap to the peroxide bottle and held it firmly in his hand. "This...may sting a little..." Schu said a little uneasily as Nagi's eye widened at the site of the raw bottle of Peroxide in Schu's hand, unaccompanied with cotton balls. But Nagi had no time to protest, before he knew it the Telepath was pouring the stinging peroxide over his raw skin and deep into his wound. Nagi cringed; sucking air in through his teeth as his already throbbing wound began to scream. Schu finally stopped pouring the disinfectant liquid on the open wound, the sounds of the peroxide sizzling off of the bacteria and fresh blood filling the still air. "Sorry..." Schu said solemnly "It was either that, or stay in here all night trying to work with cotton balls...Besides, now you know it's disinfected." Nagi rose an eyebrow through his stinging pain, confused on if Schu was trying to be funny and failing miserably, or just being...Schuldich.

"It's...ok..." Nagi said rather quietly. He was grateful that Schu had decided to be slightly careless with his wound, there was no way in hell he was going to willingly lay here all damn night. Schu gently dabbed the excess peroxide on his skin with a cool, moist towel, easing the burning wound. Then came the ointment that cooled the fire of throbbing beast. Schuldich squeezed it on a cotton ball and smeared a large amount of it up and down the cut, coating it generously. It was nice feeling that ointment drown the peroxide that still tingled his skin, and it was pleasant to be treated carefully for once by one of the Schwarz members.

"I need to put the bandages on now..." Schuldich exclaimed, holding up a roll of white medical wraps to go around his sternum. "Do you think you can stand up?" Schu raised a questionable eyebrow, as Nagi bit his lip in concern. "Here..." Schu said through a slight sigh, holding out his broad hand to the injured Nagi who took it carefully. At the sensation of Nagi's hand in his, Schu pulled Nagi up off the ground his feet leaving the ground from an instant as he was brought to his feet to stand, only to mildly loose his balance and tumble into the strong chest of the German.

"G...gomen..." Nagi spoke into the well-toned chest of the Telepath, hoping his blush would fade as quickly as it came. He wondered if the other's new about him being Bi-Sexual...now more gay than the other. He had always held an attraction toward the gentle brunette, Kym. And he hated the way Brad and Schuldich had treated her, and actually aided in her escape that fateful night with the heart aching thought that he would never see her again. So he could admit, that one time on bed that belonged to the firm temper of that Weiss member, Hidaka Ken, that it wasn't all acting and he had enjoyed that one tender kiss he so skillfully managed to sneak from her soft, long desired lips. Nagi became lost in the warm memory of that kiss, and was glad he had learned to hide his thoughts from the Telepathic German, and somewhere he had a feeling Schuldich was glad Nagi had learned as well. Schuldich had once admitted that he never really knew if his thoughts are his own or someone else's, so Nagi assumed that Schu appreciated the break he got from his powers every so often.

"There..." Came Schu's strong voice, jumping Nagi out of his own thoughts. "That should do it, just don't move around a lot for a few days." Schu started to replace the contents he had taken down back in the cabinet, while Nagi feathered his fingertips lightly to feel the bandages that wrapped around his sternum.

"Ne...Schuldich..." Nagi's voice was soft and airy.

"Hm?" Schu didn't turn to look at the boy, he just busied himself with putting everything away.

"What happened today...with you and Brad..." Schu paused in his activity, only to quickly regain his previous momentum.

"Nothing you are to be concerned about." Schu's voice tense and almost bitter.

"Right..." Nagi said in realization. Anything that had to do with Schu or Brad never concerned him. "Thanks for the bandages." Nagi said, trying to sound confederate as he possibly could, but he only got a faint nod from Schu as he made his way out of the bathroom and to his room to change.

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Omi lit the last candle on the dresser, filling the room with a tender aroma of cinnamon and an exotic spice. He dressed himself in a smooth emerald green satin shirt that covered his toned, yet slender arms with slick black slack that would easy to peal off his tender body. He checked his watch, the hour was growing late, and he was worried something had happened to Nagi. His bare feet rubbed against the soft carpet as he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed his arms resting casually on his knees as he breathed deep, releasing a lonely yet anxious sigh. When he was about to flop back on the bed, a gentle, faint tapping was heard from his balcony and he quickly sat up and scrambled to the glass door of the balcony, of which Nagi stood in front of. Nagi smiled at the blonde haired bishounen through their glass divider, taking a step back for Omi to open the door. Omi smiled back at his love, working the door open only to let his blue eyes grow in seductive wander. Nagi stood before him, an almost sheer white half way unbuttoned down shirt with cuffed sleeves clinging to his shoulders, the tail ends freely un tucked from his black slacks giving him more sex appeal to Omi's eyes with the soft glow of the moon flooding telekinetics already pale skin. A dim glow surrounded Omi's love and his sapphire orbs glinted with the evening stars as a gentle smirk pressed against his lips.

"Can I come in?" Nagi whispered softly. Omi flushed and shook his head side to side, tossing about his neatly combed hair.

"Gomen, you're just...so..." Omi found himself at a loss for words as Nagi moved closer to him, and looked into his eyes. Nagi's own jewels half lidded.

"I could say the same about you..." Nagi's voice was tender and hinted the presence of love and desire as he tilted the soft chin of the chibi up to greet his cool, gentle yet warm mouth. Nagi felt the genki bishounen come without any protest into his mouth, their tongues swirling inside of each other, but Nagi didn't know how much time he could actually have with his Omittchi and the last thing he wanted to do was to run the risk of wasting this precious time they had together. He slowly pulled away from the blonde, stroking the soft face of his partner and whispered quietly. "Now can I come in?" Omi nodded rather shyly and gently wrapped his hand around Nagi's wrist, leading him inside the comfortable sized apartment. Once inside, Nagi shut the glass door that carefully, looking around at the tender arrangement of the room Omi had obviously put so much thought and care into but at the same time, he felt a little overwhelmed.

"Everything...looks great." Nagi's words came out a little flatter than he had intended, and Omi eyed him questioningly.

"Daijoubu?" Omi's voice was soft and gentle as he eyed his partner, who quickly lifted his eyes and shook about his rich black locks.

"No! No...it's just...mm..." He couldn't seem to find his words, and dropped his head to examine the carpet, his hair shadowing over his eyes.

"It's just what?" Omi purred. Nagi jerked his head up in surprise, only for his eyes to catch those large, gentle blue eyes that stared at him tenderly. But Nagi just smiled and shook his head again.

"Nothing..." His eye's shone with the trust that Omi had showed him threw the time they spent together. "It's just a little new, that's all." Omi smiled, and tugged gently on Nagi's wrist leading him over to the bed, Omi letting Nagi sit down upon the soft comforter before him. All of this felt so different from what he was used to; Nagi wasn't quite sure how to respond. Yet when he found Omi straddling him as he sat down on the bed, and pressing his sensual mouth to his, every fear he had known had vanished, and all he wanted, as to give himself to the one person who had ever showed him this kind of unexplainable passion. Omi bubble gum sweet tongue ran across Nagi's sweet rose pink lips, Nagi's hands moving around Omi's waist at the sensation of the boy pressing him to Nagi's wounded chest that still stung, the fire Omi unleashed from his mouth flowing threw his body and down his spinal cord and ended with a sudden electrifying feeling under his loins that made Nagi shudder. Omi felt Nagi's response and moved his lips from his mouth down to his neck, slowly massaging Nagi's milky skin with his hot, sticky tongue, Nagi tightening his embrace around the other boy his only response. Omi slowly pulled away from Nagi's neck, leaving a small gleam of his saliva on the now aroused creamy skin.

"Nagi...am I moving to fast...?" Omi said sweetly in his love's ear. And that's when it hit him, Omi was in the same boat at Nagi, he too was a virgin.

"No...Omittchi..." Nagi's voice soft and light.

" `Omittchi...' " Omi whispered in side his head, "He couldn't of said it more perfectly." Omi went in for Nagi's mouth again, with the feeling of having Omi connect with Nagi again, Nagi started to slowly lean back, Omi balancing himself carefully over the beautiful young boy that was now completely under him. "Lets get a little more comfterbal..." Omi whispered gently, Nagi nodding in agreement as he rolled off the black haired bishounen so Nagi could reposition himself correctly on the bed. He lay there, content, his breathing as steady as he could force it threw the bandages and his still semi aching wound. Omi slowly crawled toward him, positioning himself over Nagi once again. They both gazed at each other for a minute, a warm smile creeping over both their young faces as Omi lowered his head with half lidded eyes to embrace Nagi in another soft kiss. Omi rested one of his hands by Nagi's head, his finger tips gliding over one of his temples and strokes Nagi's finer hairs. The other hand gently running over Nagi's sternum, who tried his best to not flinch, threw the tender caress. They both wanted this more than anything, and though neither one wanted to say it out loud or admit it to themselves, they knew they could never see each other again after this night.

"Omi..." Nagi said softly breaking away tenderly from his mouth. "I want this so much...yet-" Omi placed his finger over Nagi's lips to quiet him.

"I know...it's for both of our safeties if we don't see each other again...Demo..." Omi brushed back some of Nagi's smooth black locks. "Aishteru...Nagi-Chan..."

Nagi felt himself blush as he responded shyly "Aishteru...Omittchi." with their love declared Omi went for Nagi's shirt, slowly pealing off the soft fabric that kept him from that milky smooth skin. Nagi tensed his body at the feeling of his shirt coming off, and Omi just gaped in shocked as he peered at the white slightly bloody bandages around his love's sternum.

"Nagi! What happened?! Who did this?!" Omi became angered at the thought of someone hurting the one person who meant the world to him. But Nagi quickly grabbed Omi's wrists to calm him, and stared at him threw pleading eyes.

"Please, Omi...just ignore them...it doesn't hurt very much anyway...Schuldich treated it rather well."

"Schul...dich?" The name registered instantly with a face. He knew the man, and the face. Neither one he liked very much. Though he never thought that man to be tender. But he shook the image of the man out of his mind and smiled down at Nagi. "Ok..." he agreed to ignore the wound, but he would be as careful as possible. He slowly moved his hands down around Nagi's pant lines, his warm hand slowly massaging the soft unexposed skin his finger tips slowly moving inside Nagi's boxer line, electricity flowing to his crotch as Nagi began to whimper and moan with the sensuality of his touch. Omi began to work loose Nagi's smooth black pants from his waist, undoing the button and moving the zipper down to reveal Nagi's boxer line, Nagi erection pounding threw the fabric and Omi found himself growing impatient as he quickly yet carefully stripped off Nagi's pants and boxers completely. The sudden movement made Nagi jerk uneasy and Omi knew to go slower with everything else. He gently cupped Nagi's erection; the tip glistening in pre cum and he slowly began to move Nagi's swollen member up and down and a rhythmic fashion. At the feeling of Omi's hand begging to stroke his ache, Nagi's lurched his eyes flying open as he released a gasp and a moan of bliss before withering back down on top of the bed. Nagi's hips began to sway steadily, keeping time with Omi's movements who's own erection was almost becoming too much to bare. Gently and slowly Omi dropped his head down to lock his lips around the tip of Nagi's erection, a whimper and a cry escaping from his partners mouth as Omi's tongue began to swirl around the tip while bouncing and stroking his tongue up and down over the most sensitive part.

"AHHHH!" Nagi cried, and without thinking he bucked his hips, forcing Omi to swallow all of him in a sensational gulp. Omi accepted this and began to move his head back and forth, Nagi's gleaming erection appearing and disappearing again in side his mouth. Omi couldn't handle it anymore, his hand drifted to his own crotch and he skillfully slid of out his pants snatching the tube of lubricant out of his pocket without skipping a beat in pleasuring Nagi. Omi gripped his own erection and began to pump in time with the rhythm he was giving Nagi, the sensation of Omi beginning to pleasure himself arousing Nagi further. Omi squeezed the tube of lubricant in his hand and skillfully began to coat his cock with it while Nagi begged for the sensation to be filled. Slowly he unlocked his mouth from Nagi's swollen partner, Nagi whimpering at the feeling of Omi's mouth loosen from him.

"Easy..." Omi purred reassuring Nagi he was far from done. Omi diligently began to stroke his own erection with the lubricant he had found located in Yohji's room. When he felt he had done an efficient job he took his already slick hands, and began to probe Nagi's passage. Nagi gasped at the sensation and gulped for air, his body jerking with the cold yet warm feeling of Omi's hand working inside of him. One finger first, slow and easy then another working faster this time with Nagi's hips bucking at biting his lip to keep from calling out. Finally Omi thought Nagi ready and he slowly eased himself of Nagi, both of their bodies jerking at the sensation as Omi quickly began to move his hips back and forth one of his hands positioned on Nagi's hips to steady himself the other moving back toward Nagi's aching erection with Omi moving Nagi's erection in time with his own movements. Nagi arched his back in pure bliss with Omi's movements, moaning and biting his lip to calm his own screams of pleasure and the desire to release everything Omi himself feeling like he was going to give rather soon. The blonde haired bishounen continued to work inside of Nagi, hitting every sensitive spot he could find on himself and inside his lover his hips moving faster and faster, keeping Nagi's own erection in perfect time with his movements. Nagi whimpered his breathings quickening as he gulped as gasped, releasing moans and sighs of ecstasy until he came with no warning. He released, hot white liquid streaming over Omi's stomach and chest with Omi quickly to follow from the sensation of the warm liquid hitting his sweaty slick skin. Omi threw his head back and bit his lip to keep from calling out as he released inside of Nagi and slowly, gently collapsed half way on to the bed, half way on top of Nagi who's black locks stuck to his forehead and his breaths were deep and long. Though the lovemaking didn't stop with that, they continued on into the night, with Omi being the most dominate but Nagi getting his turns to pleasure his love. Only when the sun threatened to rise did they finally part from each other, embracing in their last kiss that they would ever share with each other.

Authors Note: UUGGG!!! FINALLY! I GOT TO THIS CHAPTER!!! And finally I'M DONE! ::Falls over:: Geeze... well I hope you guys enjoyed it, well at least all you Yaoi fan girls/guys out there anyway! Onto the next chapter, FINALLY!