Kuso kuso kuso, he cursed under his breath. When he finally escaped the crowd and rushed to the door, the girl was already on the other side of the road. Three guys were approaching her.

"Shimatta. I didn’t get to know her. And those guys must be her suitors. With a beauty like that, there’s no doubt why three guys are going out with her. To his relief and horror, the three guys took out two knives each, meaning: one, she doesn’t have any particular relationship with them, and two, she’s in danger.

The boy was tipsy. But he knew that he was in deep trouble. In his current state, he knew he had no match against three toughies. Each of them had knives in both hands. And they look desperate to have him. "Come ‘ere baby," one of them teased him.

"$#!^. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this outfit. It attracts too much attention." He muttered to himself. One of the guys attacked him. He managed to dodge the first knife, but on the second blow, it made a cruel slash on his arm. Then from the corner of his eye, a trashcan floated and bonked the three men on their head really hard. They ran away screaming.

"What the...!!" The boy rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. I’m not that drunk. Then he felt his head throb. The last thing he knew was loosing his balance, someone catching him, then blackout.

Nagi caught the girl in his arms just in time. He slowly set aside the stray locks that obscure her face. She was the prettiest he’d ever seen. Even prettier than Tot, he had to admit. Even if her eyes were closed, she still looked like she's smiling. He frowned when he saw the gash on her arm. It was bleeding badly. He took out his handkerchief, and applied pressure on the wound. He didn’t have any first aid kit with him so he just decided to bring her to the apartment. "Souieba, she looks exactly like someone..." He said out loud.

Then realization hit him.

"OMI KUN!!!"

While dressing Omi’s wound, Nagi was scrutinizing him. "He looks different in some way...but he still looks beautiful though.........what the hell am I thinking!" When he was done, once again, unaware, he observed Omi. So serene. So angelic. Just there lying on his bed. He slowly placed his hand on Omi’s cheek to caress it. He moved his face closer and closer to Omi’s, lips only an inch apart. He swallowed the lump, which was already forming in his throat. What the hell am I doing, he thought. Their lips almost touched when Omi regained his consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes. Nagi quickly pulled away, getting up to throw rolls of gauze that were filled with Omi’s blood.

"Wh...where am I?" Omi said to no one in particular. He looked around the room then he saw Nagi. When he realized it was Nagi, he suddenly got up getting ready for an attack or something. But the sudden movement made his head throb again.

"I think you’ve better lie back. Is it your first time to get drunk? It looks like your having a bad head ache." Nagi sat on the bed. "Don't worry. I wont hurt you. Brad and Schuldich are probably too busy to notice that you’re here. So you're safe."

Omi was baffled. Why was Nagi so nice to him. And shouldn’t the other two be aware of him since they can always sense any presence of unwanted people, specially when it comes to any member of Weiβ Kreuz.

"Don’t even bother asking," Nagi said when he noticed Omi’s confused expression.

Both of them blushed when a moan was heard from the other room.

"Oh Braaaaaaaaaaaaadddddd!!!!"

Schuldich. So this time Brad’s the one on the lead, Nagi mentally smiled.

Omi didn’t know what to do. He saw his wound dressed already. Remembering his manners, and feeling the need to make noise to prevent them from hearing the moans clearly, he thanked Nagi. Then he got up again, slowly and with care this time. "I really think I should get going. No one’s guarding the house. Youji has a date with some girl, so I don’t think he’ll be home until tomorrow. Aya and..." He blushed once more at the thought that Ken and Aya went somewhere to have more privacy. He was about to mention the two but decided against it.

"But you’re not feeling well." Baka. Why am I stopping him? Won’t it be better that way before I do something really...bad. He was already getting a hard on. He didn’t know why. But Omi was there. On his bed. Vulnerable. Wounded. Alone with him. Lips half parted. Innocent. Beautiful. Nagi mentally slapped himself. What on earth is wrong with me!!

By the time he’s done talking to himself, Omi was already standing up and swaying towards the door. Nagi panicked. He thought that Omi would loose his balance, so he rushed to Omi’s side. Unfortunately, Nagi tripped. Looking for something to keep him from falling flat on his face, he grabbed the closest thing he can reach-Omi.

It all happened so fast. He remembered dragging Omi with him. Next he was already on the floor on top of Omi, in a position which will make someone get the wrong idea.

Kuso kuso kuso. Nagi!! Baka!! Nagi cursed himself once more. How many times did he curse himself that night already. You did it on purpose! No I didn’t. Great. This time he was fighting with himself. What next.

There was silence. The moaning from the other room had stopped. Nagi looked at Omi. Omi took some time to register a surprise expression because his mind was working quite slowly. He was under Nagi still looking oblivious with his saphire eyes as if it was just normal that Nagi was on top of him. Then he started blinking. For Nagi, the way Omi blinked was so adorable. His face was such a turn on. Nagi moved forward a little to level his eyes with Omi’s.

Omi felt something hard brush his groin. It sent shivers all over his body. He tried to see what the cause was. But he couldn’t because every second, Nagi’s face was moving closer, and closer, and closer.

Doki doki

Nagi’s lips were only a centimeter away from Omi’s.

Doki doki

"Omi," he said, voice hoarse. He fixed his position to a more comfortable one, making his monstrous hard on even worse when it accidentally hit Omi’s already hardening groin. The contact sent electric chills all over Nagi’s body. He slowly and gently kissed Omi, fearing he might end up bumping his nose like what happened when he tried to kiss someone. He couldn’t remember the person. Only his lips on Omi’s was all he can think of. Nagi pulled away in less than a second, breathing hard. The sight of Omi was taking his breath away.

Omi had a questioning look in his big azure eyes. "Na—"

Before he could finish, Nagi took advantage of the older boy's half opened mouth and kissed him once more, this time with more force and passion, invading Omi’s mouth with his tongue. He explored every corner of Omi's hot mouth. What was he doing? Taking advantage of an innocent vulnerable boy...who tastes like strawberry and cream. He was planning to pull away when Omi kissed him back, hesitantly at first, then latter, with passion that can match Nagi’s. What surprised Nagi even more was that Omi's tongue soon started joining Nagi’s.

At Omi's response, Nagi started really lusting for Omi. The only thing in his mind now was to fuck Omi hard and good. The thought was driving him crazy! They were just in the kissing part, but he had already found out why Schuldich and Brad couldn’t skip a night without making passionate love with each other. Until now, he always pondered on that.

Nagi slid his hands under Omi’s shirt, looking for Omi’s nipples, and teasing them into hard pebbles. Then he explored Omi's fine chest. It wasn't that well muscled. But it was as smooth as marble. He always wondered what was under the black shirt whenever they would meet up with Weiβ. Nagi broke the kiss once more. Omi was panting already after Nagi's hands sent shivers down his spine. Nagi kissed Omi again, nibbling on Omi's lower lip, while pinning both Omi’s hands above his head with one hand. He used the other to lift up Omi’s shirt, but leaving the neckline just above Omi’s nose.

"Nagi...I can’t se—" Omi said throatily, but didn’t get to finish his sentence the moment he felt Nagi’s hot mouth sucking his nipples. He moaned.

Omi’s moan was music to Nagi’s ears. He wanted to hear more. And louder. He grinded his groin on Omi’s and got an even louder moan. Omi was squirming under Nagi. He tried freeing his hands, grinding himself to Nagi too. Nagi swallowed another hard lump. Omi looked so hopeless. He was squirming, eyes covered with his shirt. All this, Nagi watched, his already dark indigo eyes, turning even more darker.

Finally, Nagi let Omi’s hands go. Omi huriedly pulled his half-removed shirt and flung it somewhere. He pulled Nagi's head closer for another french kiss, while feeling Nagi's soft dark mahogany hair.

With Nagi's hand, he caressed Omi's chest, going lower and lower until it reached the waistline of his pants. Nagi cupped Omi’s hard erection, making Omi purr and thrust his hips upward at the same time. Nagi unzipped Omi's pants, since it was preventing him from toughing the real thing. He was surprised when he couldn’t see any underwear, but a huge groin, which looked very grateful, now that it was free. He touched the tip lightly. Then again, as if his finger was a butterfly, fluttered on Omi’s tip.

"Nagi..." Omi said, his voice raspy. He wanted more. No. He wanted Nagi to suck his groin really hard. "Please..."

Nagi’s eyes were filled with lust, as he watched Omi's reaction. He knew what Omi wanted. After a year of hearing Schuldich’s conversations with Brad about what they’ll do for that night, he had an idea of what Omi wanted. And he knew how to deliver it well, even if he didn’t actually see the two do it.

Nagi completely removed Omi's pants. He licked the tip of Omi’s groin, teasing. Then, he licked it from the base to the tip in one long line. Omi whimpered. It felt so good. But he wanted to be sucked. "Nagi..."

"Say it"

"Suck me!!!" The sexy husky voice of Omi made Nagi loose his control. Nagi was planning to torture him more, but he just couldn’t stand it. When he thought that Omi was under his power, it seemed like it was him who was under Omi’s command. He took Omi's whole groin, flicking his tongue on the tip. Then he sucked really hard.

"Aaahhhhhh...Naaaaggiiiiiii...yesssss..." Omi loved the warmth of Nagi’s mouth He thrust his length deeper into the warmth, not caring if it'll choke Nagi. He felt something building up on his groin. Whatever it was, it felt really great but annoying at the same time. Nagi suckled Omi until he felt it stiffen in his hot cavern. Nagi's skillful tongue and hot mouth was drivig Omi to the edge. Omi was about to come for the first time in his life, when suddenly; Nagi pulled away leaving him hanging, and thrusting in the air.

"Nagi!! Don’t leave me hanging, suck me again! Make me come," Omi cried, panting and a little bit disappointed. He wanted to get rid of the thing in his groin.

Nagi too was panting. He wanted to enter Omi. He wanted to come inside him. He wanted to take him. "Omi, I...I want to enter you. Is it okay with you?"

"Oh Nagi. Yes. Please. Do it."

Nagi got up. Then he guided Omi to his bed. When they reached it, he let Omi lie down, while he quickly removed his clothes. Then he joined Omi on the bed, straddled him, grinding his groin to Omi’s again. While doing that, he slid his finger in Omi’s mouth. Omi greatly sucked it. He took Nagi’s other finger and one by one and sucked on them too. Then Nagi pulled them away.

While looking for Omi’s opening, Nagi took Omi’s length once more, to distract him from the coming pain. He found it and inserted his index finger, probing. He seemed to hit Omi’s special place because Omi’s hips suddenly jerked. Then, Nagi’s index finger was joined by his middle finger. Omi was purring, which Nagi took as a good sign. He didn’t want to hurt Omi...speaking of not hurting Omi...oh shit. He forgot about the lubricant.

Omi, as if he read Nagi's mind smiled. He took the juice that dripped from his groin. Then with delicate fingers, he rubbed them around Nagi’s groin, making Nagi shudder.

When they were both ready, Nagi made Omi stand on all four. He parted Omi’s legs, then he slowly went in, holding onto Omi’s waist. It wasn't that hard to slide inside Omi because of the natural lubricant. When he was fully sheathed inside Omi, he started pulling out slowly again. The soft moans coming from Omi’s throat was an indication that he wasn’t feeling that much pain anymore. Nagi started to thrust in and out getting faster every minute. Omi clamped his mouth shut, to avoid himself from moaning to loud. Soon, he started thrusting in one beat with Nagi.

"Oh Omi...you’re so hot baby. So tight. I want to fuck you every night."

"Nnnn...Nagi, fuck me really hard."

Then Nagi started fucking him earnestly. He removed his hands from Omi’s waist and grabbed Omi’s groin, really tight. He whispered words in Omi's ears. Omi started moaning loudly. He didn’t care anymore if Brad or Schuldich found out that he was in their apartment. All he could think of was that Nagi was fucking him and it felt really good. Nagi kept on raming to Omi's special place, while rubbing his groin at the same time. Omi coudn't help it anymore. Omi came, seeds splurting in Nagi's hand, saying Nagi’s name again and again while his climax slowly faded out. Soon, Nagi after a few seconds, with a long and low throaty moan, discharged off his seeds inside Omi.

Nagi didn’t pull out of Omi yet. While still connected, he licked Omi’s juice in his hands. Then he kissed Omi, making Omi taste himself. Then he pulled away, both of them flopping on the bed in each other’s arms. Omi lowered himself and licked the leftover seeds in Nagi’s limp groin. Then he cuddled back to Nagi.

"Omi, is it okay if I call you this."

"Unn, Nagi kun"

"You can call me Nagi too. Iie. Call me itoshii."

"Itoshii. Nagi"

"Dai suki da Omi. Ai shiteru. I thought I’ll never be able to love someone again."

"Boku mo, ai shiteru. I wish you met me before her. Then maybe you don’t have to suffer that great."

Omi kissed Nagi on the lips, then pulled away. After a few minutes, both of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted.

Brad and Schuldich were still awake. The whole time, they were listening to the two. Specially Schuldich. He was really straining his ears and his ability, just to have an idea of what was happening in the other room. He was so tempted to tell Nagi ways to give pleasures to Omi. But Brad would not allow it.

"So this was what you saw." Schuldich told Brad, tapping him lightly on the nose. "You should have told me. I could have placed a hidden camera inside Nagi’s room, then we could have watched those two make love with each other."

Brad smirked. "Are you crazy? Give them some privacy. Nagi always gives us privacy by going out there in the bar."

"But you know, I think they make a cute couple."

"I think you're right, Say, those two are probably sleeping already. Wanna go to sleep too?"