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The thundering beat made him want to be. Just close his eyes and move with music. Feel his body be swept away. Let the rhythm control him, drown memories in electric ecstasy. Be alive. Without any thoughts or plans for tomorrow. Just this...a moving body on a dance floor. Pounding blood and stretching muscles... He closed his eyes and continued moving... In the midst of the dance floor. Painted faces and glittering clothes moved and swirled around him. It was all a game, a masquerade of blinking lights and fake colors. A place he wanted to be... Where everything was beautiful and nothing was real. It was possible to live and not be. It was possible to be happy, when you let the dream shroud you. Take you to another level of being. Where people, memories and regret had no place. Meant nothing...

But of course, sometimes...even when he danced the night away, tried to bury it all in this fantasy land of dressed up girls and multicolored alcohol, the past could come back in the most surprising ways. Hunt him down and catch him... Like it did tonight. Because of a pale, serious face that stared at him from the bar. Broke the spell, shattered the illusion. Brought him down in an instant. Made him remember idle dreams that had kept him company on lonely nights. Back then, when he was young, and his wings had been somewhat clean...

Nagi, the serious man stared him down. Knew perfectly well his identity. He couldn't hide behind maturity. Couldn't hide from that dark blue gaze that followed him. And even if he spent most of his spare time running from it all, the amount of guilt, the pain... his scattered, confusing youth, he wasn't sure he wanted to run this time... It could be the alcohol toying with his mind. It could be the night itself, with its moving bodies, bright colors and a certain feel that none of this was real - nothing that took place here mattered. It was never-never land, pure and free.

So he moved off the dance floor. Approached the dark haired man with a smug grin plastered to his face. Moved in close with eyes that didn't falter. Moved in and whispered through the loud, heavy music:

"What is a boy like you doing in a place like this?"

The blue light swept over Nagi's face, made him look extra pale and almost fragile. He took a sip of his drink before answering. He seemed older, Omi noticed. His voice was deeper.

"I'm looking at you," the mysterious creature replied and continued doing just that.

"I didn't know you were one for parties, Nagi..." Omi continued. Suddenly self-consciously straightening the fabric of his dark blue shirt. The silk fell slick against his skin. A caress in itself. A sensuous touch.

"I'm not," Nagi said. Still calm and serious, as always.

"Oh no, don't say you're here to kill me!" Omi burst out. Wondered why he hadn't thought of that before. "Don't you bad guys ever have any fun? Tell me you're not here on some sort of mission." He begged the other.

"I'm not here on some sort of mission," Nagi replied calmly. A slight smile finally curving his lips. "I'm staying here, at this hotel."

"Really?" Omi grinned happy. "I own half of it...you should have called me, I could've given you a discount," he winked at the other.

Nagi gave a little smile again. "I don't know about that...you didn't like me much in the past. Why would you do anything for me?" he said in a soft voice.

Omi laughed softly as well. "It was a joke, Nagi... Besides: I know you've left Schwartz... And even though I doubt you're up to something good... I..." He broke off and just stared at the other with a smile. He didn't know why he was talking to Nagi like this... normal... friendly... It had to be the night... the alcohol... and the memory of a dream.

"Don't worry," Nagi said. "I don't do... that, anymore. The fate of the world isn't my concern... it never was..." he trailed off. Looking incredibly sad and somewhat lost, Omi thought.

"Will you dance with me?" Omi suddenly asked, the question leaving his lips before he'd had time to think.

Nagi shook his head. "I don't do that," he said. "But I liked watching you..." He smiled.

Omi was somewhat startled. Hadn't seen the remark coming. "Thanks," he said, surprised. " Do you want another one of those?" He nodded to Nagi's almost empty drink.

"Yes," Nagi said after a short break and reached for his pocket.

"Don't worry. It's on me," Omi said and grabbed his wrist. And somehow found it hard to let go. His skin was so silken, the man so disturbingly fascinating. He caught himself just standing there, holding his hand with a sheepish grin.

"Thank you," Nagi said. "I was hoping you wouldn't reject me." His serene face gave nothing away.

"Reject you?" Omi was confused.

"That you would talk to me, I mean, when you saw me..."

"Oh..." Omi finally let go of his wrist. With a quick motion, he leaned over the bar and caught the bartender's attention. Turned back to Nagi a moment later with two sparkling, blue drinks in his hands. "Want to sit down?" he asked "Somewhere more quiet?"

Nagi nodded slightly and Omi motioned them over to a calmer part of the facility, to a corner table in a dark stall. Against his will, he felt butterflies forming in the pit of his stomach and wondered if he'd picked the table on purpose, and on what purpose... Seducing Nagi? He must've gone crazy... Still the mysterious boy had become the mysterious man. And the mysterious man was deeply fascinating. Pale skin and startlingly blue eyes. Hair like thick, black velvet... And Omi had always wanted Nagi. Against his will, most of the time. But it didn't change the fact that he'd haunted his dreams. Gave him fantasies about milky white seduction and pleasure between slender thighs. Why wait? he thought now. Why wait until the moment had passed? The night was crazy and he had nothing to lose. A slap in the face? -He could take that. If he blinked, he felt, the other might disappear, prove to be a dream, once again... Suddenly the urge was so strong. The moment so precious, held so much power. It had a feeling of now or never to it. Like he'd been given a wrapped up dream as a present. Offered to him like a gift from fate. He sat the drinks down on the table and turned to the dark man that came up behind him. Without hesitation he grabbed the other by the shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. It was a sweet kiss. On the lips, no tongue involved, just lips. Soft, caressing lips. Still, it set Omi on fire. When the short kiss ended, he breathed heavily. Being so close to him... he couldn't deny the effect it had. Made him dizzy and breathless, flushed and incredibly aroused. Nagi smelled so good... And his lips had been soft and full. Tasted faintly of alcohol.

"I'm sorry. " Omi smiled and lifted his finger to his lips, recalled the feel of the other. "It's just... I've always wanted to do that..." He smiled and dared to meet the other's eyes. Grateful that he hadn't run away.

"Why?" Nagi simply asked and sat down at the table, looking all gorgeous in his black suit and tie. He wore a grey shirt, Omi noticed. Should have been blue, like his eyes...

"Because...I like you," Omi said and sat on the table. Looking down at the other, reluctant to increase the distance between them. Unwilling to let go of the closeness that made him able to feel the incredible warmth radiating from the other.

"You don't like me," Nagi smiled calmly. "You don't know me. You just want to kiss me and you shouldn't." His eyes suddenly flickered. Looked everywhere but at Omi. Somehow it hurt. Made him ache.

"Why?" he asked a bit defensive. "Because I am a boy?"

"No..." Nagi said slowly. "Not because you're a boy."

"Because I am me?" Omi tried again.

"No… yes..." Nagi seemed slightly confused. "Because..." he trailed off. Ended the sentence. Said nothing, just stared at his drink, looking lost Omi thought.

"Didn't you like it?" Omi asked in a gentle voice and trailed the soft, white cheek with his finger. Marveled at the fact that he was touching his old enemy in such a way. But his old enemy was so pretty, his skin like melted cream. He couldn't remove his gaze from the other's face.

Nagi looked up at him; dark pools of blue trapped under thick, black lashes. "You shouldn't," he simply said.

"Don't you ever have fun, Nagi?" Omi's voice held an unbidden huskiness. Gave away his desire, and he really didn't care.

"No..." A hint of black humor, irony.

"Please, Nagi... Let me do it again." Omi's voice was hoarse now. He unconsciously wetted his lips while looking at the other's. Where did this desire come from? Burning so bright it was almost blinding.

Nagi didn't answer, just looked up at him with that indescribable look. Omi bent down and kissed him. Parted his lips with his tongue and slid inside. Caressed the wet, hot cave. Felt Nagi's tongue come to life and gently lap at his in response. From there it turned messy. Wet. Demanding. He caught Nagi's lip with his teeth, let his tongue sweep across it. A low moan from Nagi's mouth made him lay his hand on the back of his neck, pull him closer, make the kiss deeper. Nagi let himself be kissed. Let his tongue be loved by Omi's. Followed the other's lead and played along. Let him possess his mouth... At last Omi was satisfied. With a deep sigh he redrew.

"That was a very nice kiss, Nagi, " he panted and smiled. Looked at the other as in awe. "God, how I want you!" he burst out breathlessly and combed his blonde hair away from his forehead. Regretted his words instantly. Afraid they would drive the other away.

Nagi just smiled that little smile of his. Continued to stare at the drink on the table. "Where?" he asked at last. There was something achingly dead and empty in that single word. Omi didn't like it, but was too far gone to really care.

"Where?" he asked back.

"I assume you don't want to do it here," Nagi said. "If you want to do it...that is..."

"No, I... I want to... but... Do you want to?" He met Nagi's eyes. The other looked away.

"Don't tease me, Omi," he said. "If you want me, you can have me. But not here."

"No of course not." Omi felt a bit uneasy, but the prospect of having him alone and to himself... to unleash all this sudden passion on him was enough to urge him on. He jumped off the table and reached out a hand. "Come," he simply said and led him out of the club and into the lobby.

Holding Nagi's hand, he thought. It was almost sacred, in a way. Everything about him was sensuous. Every touch a feast to his senses. He was thoroughly lovely, delicious... desirable. Omi felt very lucky. He couldn't help but press himself close to Nagi's body in the elevator on their way up. Couldn't help a delightful shiver from running up his spine when he felt Nagi's arms close around his waist...His lithe body yield and become willing and soft against his own.

When they reached Omi's suite and the door swung shut, Omi kissed him again. Embraced him and took possession of his mouth. Held him close to his body and felt his heart race against his chest.

"Do you want this?" he asked hoarsely. Met the other's blue gaze again. Glimmering gems of hot, blue passion. Molten desire turned indigo blood.

"Yes." It was hardly a whisper, but the body that pressed against his own was so much more. The sigh that escaped his lips when Omi moved his hands down his spine and over his buttocks made his wishes more apparent than any words could.

"Yes," Omi echoed and ground his hips softly against the other's. Heard the other gasp before his hips came into play too. The sudden feel of hardness against hardness made the world narrow. Made them both slip moans of pleasure. Nagi clutched at Omi's shoulders. Let his head fall back and gave Omi's lips access to his throat. To all that creamy white skin, satin slick and warm...Omi devoured it. Let his lips run up and down his neck, feel the beating pulse under the thin surface. Felt Nagi's hands around his shoulders, listened to the soft sighs that filled the air.

"Omi..." he heard his own name in a lush whisper. "Don't do this to me..."

"What?" Regretfully, he let go of the pale skin under his lips. "Why?" he whispered. "I thought you wanted to...?"

A pair of confused blue eyes slowly fixed on his face. "I do," Nagi breathed heavily. "Don't mind me saying things... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." He leaned in and closed the distance between their lips. Kissed him thoroughly as to prove what he'd just said.

Omi wasn't going to complain, he was too wrapped up in the moment to even feel confused. If Nagi had backed off he wasn't even sure he'd been able to let him go without a fight. His insides were on fire. His need for this boy... this man, so strong. The only thing in this moment that was alive… real.

"Thanks!" he burst out, grateful that Nagi hadn't changed his mind. He leaned into him. Tried to peel his jacket of his shoulders. Nagi was more lucky with his attempt. One by one the buttons of Omi's shirt snapped open and suddenly Nagi's lips closed around one of his nipples. His breath brushed Omi's naked chest. Goosebumps formed on his heated flesh at the feel of it and he moaned loudly when Nagi's tongue flickered across the puckered piece of flesh in his mouth.

"Oh... Nagi!" Omi muttered and cradled the dark head in his hands. "Nagi, it feels so good," he whispered passionately. The aroused flesh between his thighs pounded painfully against its confines, threatened to break free. Nagi's hands rested on his hips, touched his skin slightly where his pants ended while his mouth still worked its way across Omi's chest. Omi drew a finger along his jaw line and lifted his head up towards him. Nagi's eyes were blurry with want, his lips slick and shiny with saliva.

"I'm so lucky that I found you;" Omi murmured and caught his lips. His hands searched out his shoulders again and continued working on the fabric until the heavy suit jacket fell to the floor. He removed the other's tie, still without letting his mouth go and was about to attack the grey shirt when he suddenly got unexpected help and the shirt unbuttoned itself, seemingly without assistance. Omi broke off the kiss and laughed softly.

"You still know how to do that." He smiled. Nagi smiled as well, met his eyes and kept his gaze on his face while the button of Omi's pants snapped open and the zipper moved down of its own accord, letting his cock spring free from the fabric. "Oh," Omi moaned and threw his head backwards when Nagi's very real, very material hands moved down to touch him. Stroke his raging desire from top to base and up again.

Omi's hands roamed Nagi's chest. Explored every inch of it. Every curve of the tempting landscape laid out in front of him. His thumbs rolled and caressed the deep red nipples. Made Nagi close his eyes and moan, lean his head against Omi's shoulder. Omi's hands moved down to Nagi's narrow, slender waist. Rested there for a moment, fingers moving over the soft skin of his belly before diving down to catch the prize. Unfastening the belt and unzipping the black pants in one swift movement. Nagi's arousal was already moist with precum. Beads of liquid seeped out and gathered at the tip. The rest of the organ was as Nagi himself. Slender and elegant, pounding lightly in Omi's hand. He mirrored Nagi's movements and started stroking it with a sure grip. Felt strands of milky white liquid run down his fingers. He bent down and nuzzled Nagi's hair. Startled just a little when the other suddenly looked up and caught his mouth in a fiery kiss.

"Come," Omi struggled to find his voice after the kiss had ended. He redrew his hand and put it on the small of Nagi's back. Sighed in disappointment when Nagi's hand disappeared as well. Eagerly he motioned the other to the bedroom . To the king size bed waiting in the soft lit room. He lay the other man down on the blue bedspread. Took time to marvel at the other's beauty before pulling his pants all the way down. Revealing long, well formed legs. More of that pale, shimmering skin..more of Nagi. He quickly pulled his own pants off, tossed them into a corner. Stood there naked in front of his gaze. Watched with satisfaction when Nagi's eyes narrowed in appreciation when they trailed his softly tanned body. The firm muscles he'd developed and the proud evidence of his existence as a male.

"Do you like it?" he asked in a husky whisper.

"Yes," the other man whispered back. "And you?" He spread his arms in a surprisingly shameless gesture. Sprawled himself on the blue bed.

"Oh yes..." Omi burst out and swallowed hard. Crawled up on top of him. Was instantly shrouded in that faint smell of black tea and roses, his skin was brushed silk against his own... Omi settled on top of him. Covered all that milky white with his slightly bigger limbs. Their fingers laced and they kissed again. Nagi's eyes fell shut and his rapid breathing increased. He moved his hips up towards Omi. Pushed his weeping arousal against the blond's. Each movement created jolts of pleasure in Omi's body. Made him push his own hips down to meet him. Grind their naked cocks together with powerful motions. Nagi arched up against him, rubbed himself against Omi's body like a hungry cat waiting to get fed.

"You really need this, don't you?" Omi smiled at the other, his own body just as eager and his blue, sparkling eyes distant with need.

"I haven't slept with anyone since I was a kid..." Nagi's eyes were just a trickle of blue under heavy lids. His voice surprisingly calm.

Omi swallowed hard. Tried to gather his thoughts. Somehow it stung, somehow the words made him ache inside but all he could feel, all he could think of was Nagi's smooth body moving against his own.

"I am flattered then," he said at last. "That you chose me to be the one to..." he trailed off. Didn't really know what to say in face of this confession.

"It doesn't matter," Nagi said and smiled. "Just have me... that's all..." The other trailed off as well. He kissed Omi reassuringly and gave a wide smile that somehow changed his face, made it softer, more alive. Almost happy. "I shouldn't have said anything," he said. "I just want to feel you inside..." The last words came as a hot whisper. His legs curled around Omi's, pulled him closer.

"I can give you that..." Omi smiled back and followed an impulse, bent down and pressed the tip of his nose to Nagi's. Strands of blond hair mingled with black and their breath blended for a brief moment before Omi redrew and moved down Nagi's body, stopping only to give Nagi's cock a brief sweep of his tongue before moving off him. He crossed the distance to the room next-door on shaking legs and reappeared in the bedroom a moment later with a tube of lubricant and a cheeky grin on his face. Nagi's eyes followed him expectantly as he crossed the floor on his way back. The first touch of Omi's hand when he threw himself back down on the bed startled Nagi, then Omi pulled him back into his arms. Took time to let their limbs explore each other. Legs to slide, arms to embrace. Mouths to connect in another breathtaking kiss. Then his hand moved down to separate Nagi's legs, let his fingers move between his thighs.

Nagi mewed like a kitten when the first finger entered his body. But he didn't withdraw, instead he moved down on it. Impaled himself on the lubricated finger.

"Does it hurt?" Omi whispered concerned.

"No..." Nagi breathed..."...feels good..." His eyelashes fluttered and a lazy gaze met Omi's. "...want more.." The plea was almost inaudible.

Omi inserted one more finger, then another one. Gently stretching the flesh, preparing it for him.

"Do it now!" Nagi's body twitched under his ministrations and Omi knew he'd hit home.

"Coming..." he murmured and moved over the other. Settled himself between his thighs and lifted one of Nagi's legs over his shoulder, grabbed his hips and lifted him off the bed and half-way into his lap. He could feel the fragile structure of the bones beneath his fingers, the light weight of the other. As if he was nothing, could so quickly be blown away...

"I want you!" he burst out before moving in. Pushed himself between yielding flesh and muscles. Into the unbearable tightness, the slick dampness that was Nagi.... He closed his eyes with the effort. His heart pounded loudly in his ears and sweat broke out on his forehead. He moved one of his hands to wrap around Nagi's arousal, caught one of Nagi's own on the way. He laced them together so that the hard member was covered in fingers. Let Nagi set the pace as they pleasured him together. Caused the black haired man to whimper and sigh with pleasure.

Omi started to move inside of him. He thrust gently at first, then faster, rougher, when he realized the other wouldn't break. It was bliss in this... fucking Nagi. It was pleasurable beyond belief. The surging heat, the wonderful tightness... the deep moans from the other man that mingled with his own. The way he would move his hips to meet his thrusts, toss and turn on the mattress. Tell him in any way possible without words how good it felt, how much he wanted it... It, him, Omi… inside.

"Do you like it? Does it feel good?" Omi asked without malice, just to hear him speak the words, tell him that he was doing okay with him.

" Ye-es..." Nagi uttered and a strange sound that had been humming in Omi's ears without him really noticing increased and grew louder. He looked at the other side of the bed and his heart caught in his throat for a moment. The vase on the bed stand was spinning, and the flowers had been in it lay scattered on the floor. Even worse, the heavily ornamented mirror on the wall shook, made a clattering sound as it rattled against the wallpaper and tried to jump of its hook. The unlit lamp hanging in a corner swung silently but quickly on its wire and a breeze caught in the thin, blue curtains, made them blow into the room even though the windows were shut... And Omi was still riding Nagi. Forced by his own hormones to finish him off. Finish himself off. No escape from this unbearable sweetness. This hot tightness that urged him on along with the other's soft whimpers and moans. A high stemmed glass flew up in the air and broke into a thousand glittering pieces, exploded in mid-air... A light bulb exploded in the bathroom. Suddenly the mirror shattered in its frame. The pieces flew in silvery cascades and landed on the floor.

"Don't worry... It's not you..." Nagi said in a strained voice and held on to Omi's neck with his free hand, gave a strangled scream with the next thrust into his body. His skin was sweat slick and warm. His pink tongue constantly moistening his parted lips.

"I know," Omi murmured back, closed his eyes at the ecstasy of it all. "Then I would've been dead by now," he marveled, sighed deeply and buried himself to the hilt once more. The next thrust would be the last, he knew it. He couldn't keep this up much longer. It felt too good. Was too much! He sighed deeply with relief himself when Nagi suddenly screamed and sent hot spurts of thick, white liquid over his chest and stomach, covered both their hands it. Omi took a deep breath and a couple of rapid thrusts later he followed his lover over the edge, filled him up to the brim with his own hot essence...The orgasm was blinding, left him spinning in a void. Blew his mind to pieces. Unbelievably powerful, almost painfully good. He fell down on Nagi's chest, panted loudly on top of him. Felt the other's hands come to tangle in his hair. Nagi's lips on his forehead giving him a soft kiss. He was panting as well. His chest moved heavily under Omi. The room had fallen silent, the unnatural wind gone. The vase stood quiet in its place, but the floor was still covered in glass and the flowers scattered about.

"What was that about?" He lifted his head slightly from Nagi's chest.

"Nothing... it... had nothing to do with you... Don't worry about it..." Nagi answered in an almost stern voice. Demanding, Omi thought, but it couldn't cover up the vulnerability, the uncertainty behind it.

"Ok..." He decided to let it go. "So how do you feel?" he asked.

"I... I don't know." Nagi smiled. Omi noticed his cheeks still appeared slightly flushed as he slowly recovered from the sexual attack on his senses. "Relaxed," Nagi continued. "It was nice," he added shyly and looked away.

"Of course it was," Omi grinned and trailed down Nagi's cheek with his finger. "And you look lovely," he said in awe. "Like you've just been fucked," he added wickedly and winked at the other. Made him blush even more. But he did smile back, Omi noticed with satisfaction.

"I'm going to draw you a bath," he told Nagi. "We're both a mess..." he rose to his knees and smiled down at him.

Nagi reluctantly rose from the bed as well, stood by it naked and with his hands by his sides. Looking all out of place and insecure. Omi gathered him in his arms, buried his nose in his hair.

"Then we're going to do it all over again," he whispered. "Just keep the glass out of the bed, ok?" He thought Nagi nodded, hoped that he nodded. Then he peeled the thick blue, now stained, bedspread off the bed and lay it out as a bridge over all the sharp glass on the floor. "Come on," he urged the other and took his hand in his. "But be careful," he warned and gently tiptoed over to the bathroom with Nagi in tow.

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The hot water embraced their bodies along with the thick layer of lavender scented foam. Covered up the marble whiteness of Nagi's body. Omi's head rested against his shoulder and Nagi's arms encircled his torso. The dark haired man's head had rolled back on the side of the tub. His eyes were closed and his muscles relaxed. Somehow it made Omi happy. Made him happy to feel the other's peace, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against his back. Omi rested as well. Sated and relaxed in his former enemy's lap. His legs wrapped around Nagi's. His one hand covered Nagi's that rested on his chest. The other one played with the bubbles. The steamy air smelled of lavender.

"I used to dream about you;" Omi said to the other. "Back then... I used to have... wet dreams..." He smiled dreamingly, wondering how the other would react.

"Don't say things like that... You don't have to," Nagi said lazily. Rose one hand to brush a trail of moist across Omi's forehead.

"But it's true," Omi insisted. "I think I had a crush on you... even if, you were trying to kill me..."

"And you me..." Nagi spoke into his ear.

"Yes..." Omi almost chuckled. "But it is true that I loved you," Omi said and felt the other man tense behind him. "As much as a sixteen year old can love," he quickly added and felt Nagi go limp again.

"And did your dreams come true?" Nagi's voice asked.

"Yes...they did." Omi sifted water and foam through his fingers. Eyes suddenly dark. It was so bittersweet this destiny. Child assassins... both of them... Knowing so much more, and less about life...

"They were my dreams as well..." Nagi said at last, sending a thrill through Omi's body. "But I always thought it was impossible... That Schuldich played a trick on me, just for the fun of it." Omi heard Nagi's smile. He smiled as well, a sad smile.

"Was it?" he asked.

"No... I don't think so..." Nagi trailed off. Clutched Omi closer to his body.

Omi sighed with content and relaxed against the other's chest. Let Nagi's fingers draw circles on his own. "This is nice," he said in a low voice.

"It is," Nagi answered and made the foam swirl on the water's surface. No fingers involved...just thoughts.

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The second time he took him gently. Still damp from the bath, they tumbled together on the bed. Made all the sheets wet with their bodies. Took time to play with each other. Long, messy kisses flourished and hickies formed on pale throats. Nagi sighed when Omi kissed his inner thigh, screamed when he swallowed him.

Omi marveled at Nagi's skilled tongue. The way it teased his nipples to rock hard nubs, made his cock weep with desire when the pink tongue curled around it, sucked it into the moist cave of his mouth. When Omi spooned up behind him and covered himself in lubricant once more the curtains moved slightly, but it didn't create a storm. When Nagi came in his hand the vase fell over but nothing was broken this time.

Omi drifted of to sleep with Nagi cradled in his arms. He fit so nicely against his body, he thought before sleep came hunting him down. It was so perfect... like a dream. The smell of him in his nostrils, the feel of his smooth, silken skin. The salty taste on his lips from their lovemaking. It all made him feel feverishly happy. He kissed the other's neck one last time, then the curtains closed and night really fell.
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Nagi sat up in the bed, careful not to wake the other. His body shook and cold sweat created sticky trails down his forehead. How could he have let this happen, he wondered. How could he have fallen asleep like that? Curled up in Omi's arms... This was not supposed to happen. None of it... He bent down and grabbed his shirt from the floor, shook it free from pieces of broken glass and clutched it to his pale chest. Omi had wrapped him up in this bubble bath fantasy... made him stay even if he knew he ought to go. It had been stupid from the beginning, plain stupid. It would never lead to anything good. He quickly put on his shirt and found his pants. Dressed and ready, he grabbed his jacket and waded through the glass towards the door. He gave Omi one last, regretful look, opened the door and was gone.



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