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Arc 8/?

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Omi laid back upon the bed, as Nagi leaned over him with an uncertain expression on both of their faces.

"Are you okay?" Omi asked, softly as he glanced at the other boy's bruised cheek, touching it tentatively with his right hand.

Nagi grasped Omi's hand with his own, holding it firmly, as Nagi lifted his other hand to brush the blond's long bangs off of his face.

Nagi smiled faintly. "Don't worry about me, it's you I have to worry about."

Omi looked mildly indignant. "Me?"

Nagi nodded. "Because when I do this--" The dark-haired youth started, as he leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss upon Omi's mouth.

Omi gasped slightly in surprise, which Nagi quickly exploited as he deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along the inside of the blond's mouth. Omi reached up to wrap his arms instinctively around Nagi's neck, but forgetting about his injury, cried out in discomfort.

"... You'd just do that." Nagi finished, smirking faintly.

Omi scowled. "Wipe that smug look off your face, or I'll be forced to wipe it off for you." The blond declared.

"Is that a promise?" Nagi asked, sounding hopeful.

Omi stuttered for a moment, looking surprised.

"Nagi-ku~un!"

//:Nagi-ku~un!://

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Nagi sat up sharply in his bed, looking around in confusion. Nagi glanced to the doorway of his own bedroom to see Schuldrich leaning against the doorframe, watching him with an expression of irritated amusement.

"Schuldrich?" Nagi queried, pulling his blanket higher around him to cover the ache in his groin that he knew must be showing.

Schuldrich snickered. //:Having some pretty steamy dreams tonight, were we, Nagi?://

Despite his best efforts, Nagi felt a faint blush rise to his cheeks. Schuldrich walked into the room, almost preditorily and leaned over the bed, placing an arm on either side of the small boy's hips, his face extremely close to the others.

Nagi gave him an unreadable look. //: I don't really think it's any of your business, Schuldrich.://

Schuldrich trailed a lazy hand down Nagi's stomach, coming to rest on the others arousal.

"Uh-huh?" Schuldrich asked, teasingly, as he strattled the younger teen's slender hips and grasped Nagi's head and pulled it to his in a bruising kiss.

Nagi grunted in surprise, but didn't fight back.

Schuldrich pulled away and regarded him in mild annoyance. //:Come on... don't pretend that you don't enjoy this. We both know that you do.://

Nagi mentally snorted his irritation. //:You like being presumptious, don't you?://

Schuldrich raised an eyebrow. //:I don't presume anything. I know better.://

The tall man nibbled upon Nagi's earlobe, nipping gently as his fingers sought out a small knot of a nipple upon the Japanese teen's chest, squeezing the pert flesh between his fingers as it hardened.

Nagi let out a nearly inaudiable moan as he was pushed back down upon the bed. Hungry lips trailed down the ivory column of Nagi's neck, which was thrown back to allow the older man more access.

Schuldrich let a smile curve his lips as he moved down to finish the job that his fingers had started, latching onto a soft knob, he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin and was rewarded with a startled cry from Nagi.

As he grew bored of what he was presently doing, Schuldrich began trailing moist kissed down from Nagi's nipples, down his flat abdomen, teasing the well of his belly button. Dipping twice into the well with his tongue before continuing lower. Schuldrich knew that Nagi was enjoying himself, not just because he could see the boy's hardness pressing against the thin sheet that covered the teen, but also, Schuldrich could feel ghostly hands running up and down his shoulders and back, invisible fingernails lightly scratching into skin; where Nagi's own hands remained stationary, resting upon Schuldrich's shoulders.

//:Schuldrich... why do you keep doing this? Coming to me..? I'm certain that there are others that are more suitable for you, people that are more your age... you know...://

Schuldrich looked up, momentarily halting his ministrations, he frowned, seeing the distant expression on the Japanese boy's face.

"That isn't like you... why are you asking these questions?" Schuldrich queried.

Nagi pushed the older man away, off of him, pulling the blanket up over his bare shoulders and rolling over on his side, away from Schuldrich.

//:Please leave. Go away.:// Nagi stated in a flat tone.

Schuldrich scowled, taking Nagi's shoulder and turning him back upon his back.

//:I wanna know why. You never turned me down before...://

Nagi met his eyes, a brief glimmer of anger, then the usual emotionless look.

//:That's none of your business. Now leave, before I make you leave.:// Nagi demanded, as Schuldrich felt a wave of irritation from the boy.

Schuldrich's eyes narrowed, before reluctantly climbing off of his younger lover. The reminder of Nagi's capabilities came to fore as he remembered being thrown into the wall by the Japanese teenager's TK. Not in the mood for being thrown about, Schuldrich got up off of the bed. Still clearly aroused, Schuldrich reluctantly turned and left the room.

Nagi could still feel the tendrils of Schuldrich's power in his mind. //:... I'm sorry, Schuldrich...://

//:...You're attracted to the Weiss kid, aren't you?:// Schuldrich asked, unusually subdued.

Nagi blinked in surprise, caught off-guard by the German's unexpected question.

//: I figured. I wouldn't get involved with him if I were you...://

Schuldrich's words had a threatening tone to them, Nagi scowled.

//:Don't tell me what to do, Schuldrich. I can do whatever I please. If what I want is Omi, which I never said I wanted in the first place; there's nothing that you're going to do about it, understood?!://

Nagi heard Schuldrich laugh softly in his mind. //:We'll see... we'll see.://

Nagi was about to reply when he felt the German pull out of his mind, and decided to let the matter rest for now. Rolling onto his side, the small telekinetic fell asleep, with his mind dwelling upon Schuldrich's accusation... "You're falling for that Weiss kid, aren't you?"

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A few hours later, Nagi was awoken to a mysterious noise. He sat up, ears straining to pick up the noise, whatever it was. What it was, he wasn't sure.

Climbing out of the warm comfort of his bed, Nagi moved to his doorway and opened the door, peering out the opening and in both directions of the hallway.

There was no movement at all in the house. Everything was once again silent. Nagi frowned, wondering if the sound he heard was just a figment of his imagination, or that it was Schuldrich playing a mind trick with him. Of the latter of the two, it wouldn't have been the first time.

It was then that the Japanese boy heard the sound again, that it was coming from the room that Omi was being held in. It was the sound of crying...

Nagi silently padded down the carpeted hallway and stood hesitating beforethe closed door.

Nagi could hear the sound clearly now, there was no doubt as to what it was or whom it was coming from. He unlocked the door and opened it quietly, and slipped inside, closing the door behind him without a sound.

Glancing towards the bed, where a huddled form shuddered every once in a while from partially stifled sobs; the boy hadn't heard him enter. Taking a tentative step towards the bed, he called out softly:

"... Omi?"

The form on the bed stiffened, the sobs quieting suspiciously, before a moment later, the boy sat up and turned to face him.

"What are you doing here." Omi asked, defensively, his eyes red and swollen from the tears that he'd been crying.

"I heard you crying... Are you in pain, your shoulder?" Nagi queried, that could be a possible explanation as to why he was crying.

Omi turned away. "No... that's not it."

Nagi moved to sit on the edge of the bed, upon the opposite side that Omi was sitting upon.

"Want to tell me why?"

Omi turned his head sharply, a look of anger in his eyes. "You don't care about me. I'm just your hostage to whom you have to take care of until Takatori decides he wants me. Which if my past is any indication, he most likely won't. He hates me... he just wanted to get rid of me..." Omi stopped, before slumping and the tears once more began to fall down his fair cheeks.

Nagi sat there watching him, uncertain of what to do. He had never been shown compassion when he was upset, no one had ever cared if he was unhappy, no one ever sought to comfort him when he had wanted comforting.

But, Nagi 'wanted' to help Omi, even if they were enemies, even if the other boy hated him later for doing it.

Nagi crawled over to the other side of the bed, and took Omi's arm, pulling the other boy to his chest, wrapping his arms around the other boy.

Omi made a startled noise, then tried to fight to get away, then, a moment later, as if realizing that the other boy wasn't going to let him go, gave up. Omi threw his good arm around Nagi's shoulders and began weeping into Nagi's shoulder.

"I'm not your enemy anymore, Omi... I can't..." Nagi whispered, running his hand through Omi's silky hair.

Omi looked up at him, looking confused. "I don't understand..."

/"You know, poor little Nagi-chan has a crush on our little pet kitten." /

"...I... ai shiteru, Omi..." Nagi whispered, his body tensing as though he were fearing eminent rejection.

Omi's eyes widened in disbelief. Nagi.... *loved* him?

Nagi pulled away rather quickly, then started for the door. "Gomen nasai, Omi... I shouldn't have said anything..." The younger teen said, almost regretfully, as he departed without another word, closing and locking the door behind him.

Omi stared at the now closed door, quite uncertain.

Things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated then when it had originally started. Things had come too far... He knew that when the time came, that when the rest of Weiss came to rescue him, that he and Nagi were destined to become enemies once more, but then why did the other assassin reveal his feelings? Ones that could be used against against him if the situation was dire enough.

Omi reached up slowly to run a trembling hand through his carmel-colored hair, remembering the ghostly feel of Nagi's slender fingers curlng to tangle in his hair.

But... Omi was confused... He knew that he should feel a little more worried about the fact that Nagi was in love with him, but... for some reason the thought didn't upset him as much as he thought that it should. In fact, somewhere deep inside, a strange feeling was slowly igniting, and was happy that Nagi felt that way about him, although there was something else...