IV

Of course he was gone the morning after. No trace but the lingering scent of him, the imprint of his head on the pillow next to Omi's. And the feel in Omi's body of having been held. Been tightly embraced through the night.

He picked up the books and put them back on the shelf, threw the broken glass in the bin. Steeled himself and peeled the sheets of the bed, gave them to the maid to clean. He opened the windows, let the air in to take away all the memories, wipe away the scent of him. A delicious scent he couldn't bear, when he couldn't have it there always, for real. Still he knew, if he ever came back... Omi could never deny him. He was angry too... furious, when he thought of Nagi. Why wouldn't he let him love him? Why did he so stubbornly refuse the idea of a relationship? It was obvious that he cared for Omi...so why?

The answer came three nights after, when Nagi reappeared in his bedroom.

"Turn on the lights!" The smaller man demanded from his spot by the window. When Omi, drowsy and slow from his sleep didn't react, the switch moved on its own. The little lamp by the bed suddenly bathed the room in a soft, blue shine.

"Nagi?" Omi's eyes widened in shock. His clean, neat lover was gone. In front of him stood a beautiful boy. Beautiful and, cruel... His hair shone slick in the dim light, he wore a open satin shirt the same blue color as his eyes. A pair of small, clear stones glittered on his ear lobes and the pants he wore were black. Slick, black satin that rode low on his hips and followed every curve down his slender legs. He had no shoes on, a silvery ring graced the middle toe of his left foot. But what surprised Omi the most was his face; neatly done make up covered his natural expression. Black eyeliner and a faint blush of red in his cheeks. His eyelids were covered in glittery blue. Like a star spangled night sky stretching toward his temples. A thick layer of transparent gloss made his lips shine temptingly. His nipples were glossed as well. Shining like glazed fruits against his pale complexion. His nail polish was soft pink, like the inside of a shell.

"What is wrong," Nagi started to move towards the bed, hips swaying with every step. "Don't you think me pretty?" he asked in a husky voice.

"Of course," Omi's voice was a hoarse whisper. "Why?" he managed and watched as the sensuous creature approached him with dead, cold eyes.

"This is what I used to look like," Nagi smiled, " They all thought me very pretty... almost like a girl." He batted his lashes. "I was good, you know... I was obedient and clever... Always ready to bend over... have some hard candy to suck at..."

"Nagi?" Omi whispered. Wanted to make him stop talking. Knew it wouldn't make what he was telling less true.

"You don't want to hear it, do you Omi?" Nagi gave a bitter laugh. Standing beside the bed with one hand resting on his hip. "So how can you possibly love me then, if you don't want to hear me say it..."

"Nagi...It hurts!" Omi tried to explain.

"Not as much as it hurts me..." Nagi's smile was bitter.

"You were a child..." Omi wanted to talk, wanted to talk the ghost away. Reason the child prostitute back to where it came from, deep inside Nagi's mind, imprison it and drop the key.

"And I'm not... anymore!" Nagi lifted his hand and watched with sparkling eyes as the covers flew off the bed and plastered to the ceiling. Left Omi naked except for his boxers, revealed the semi-hardness curling up there. His utter shame and defeat.

"See... I knew you'd like me... They all did..." Nagi smiled down at him.

"Don't compare me..." Omi's voice was hoarse. "I love you!"

"Maybe they did too, who knows..." Nagi cocked his head. He lifted his hand to his chest and let his fingers run slowly down the smooth, creamy surface. Watched Omi's eyes as he did. Smiled temptingly and caught a rosy, slick nipple between his fingers, twitched it teasingly. "Would you like to touch me, Omi?" His voice was sweet, inviting.

"No..." Omi's heart thundered in his chest.

"What about... here?" Nagi's other hand touched his crotch, caressed the hardness visible through the fabric. He threw his head back and moved his hips rhythmically. His other hand left the nipple and he lifted it to rest at the back of his neck. He moaned lowly, made his cat sounds. His eyes had been closed, now they fluttered open. A trickle of blue in Omi's direction. "You should try it..." he breathed. "I'm good..."

Omi swallowed hard, tried to fight his own reaction to the erotic display in front of him. If this was some sort of test, he was not about to fail.

"I know you are...Nagi..." His voice was serious.

"Oh... you like my ass," Nagi purred and turned around. Let his palms run down the slick fabric, show off the firm buttocks inside. "You want to fuck me, Omi?" he asked over his shoulder. "Or do you want me to finish you first? Kiss that magic wand of yours until it bursts with stars." He smiled sweetly. Innocent...-disgustingly so...

"Nagi...why are you doing this to me? I have never tried to hurt you, not as a lover...never!"

Nagi gave a shrug and the shirt fell over his shoulders, continued down to the floor with a fluttering sound. Left Nagi's torso naked except for the thick layer of gloss on his nipples.

"I think you should kiss me now," he purred and entered the bed.

"God, no!" Omi tried to escape him. "Not like this...Nagi, no!"

Nagi lifted his hand again and the satin shirt came flying up from the floor.

"If you don't want to... I'll simply have to make you," he said and the thin fabric attacked him. Spun itself around his torso in his half-sitting position. He could hear the threads snap and the fabric be ripped by the power of Nagi's assault as it wrapped itself around him, effectively trapped his hands. Made him unable to move. Unable to resist when Nagi's strawberry scented lips came down to kiss him. The lipgloss made it sticky. The sweet taste lingered on his lips when Nagi withdrew.

With a catlike smile, he settled back on his heels. "Tastes good, doesn't it?"

"I like your kisses pure..."

"There's nothing pure about me..."

"You're wrong,"

"I'm filthy..."

"You're not!"

"Then why do you like me... doing this?" Nagi let his fingers run over Omi's erect length, caressed it through the thin fabric. Omi moaned slightly, tried to shrink away from the touch.

"Because it's you," he panted. "Because it's you and I am in love with you and you are so god damned beautiful..."

"Even like this?"

"Even like this," Omi admitted. Shame coloring his cheeks.

"So you want me then," Nagi smiled satisfied, almost triumphant. Cruel.

"I never said I didn't," Omi said lowly. "Only that I wish you would stop this stupid act."

"Act..." Nagi gave a slight smile. "Question is Omi..." He leaned forward. Started to lick a trail up Omi's chest, paused to suckle on one of his nipples. The strawberry scent caught in Omi's nostrils, made him slightly sick...still it felt good... so good, and all wrong...

Nagi let go of the erect piece of flesh, met Omi's gaze with a challenging expression. "When I carry my lethal power... my nature given gifts... Why did I never turn it against them... Why didn't I... plaster them to the wall and grab their wallets? Take their jewelry and run off?"

"Because you were a child... You can't be blamed for not being more... tactical... more clever..." Omi's voice shivered.

"Or..." Nagi said and kissed Omi's throat. " It could be, as my former boss, Crawford used to say... I simply liked it too much..."

"Did he say that?" Omi said with disgust. "Crawford... did you and he...?"

"No! Crawford would never touch a whore." Nagi's voice was emotionless. Cold.

"You're not..." Omi said softly, still struggling against the blue fabric.

"I like being fucked..." Nagi said almost sultry.

"And you should... When it's with someone you like, that is..."

"With you?" Nagi's lashes almost covered his eyes.

"Yes..."

Nagi laughed bitterly. "Let's fuck then, lover... Shall we? Let's take your whore to the ball!"

"You're not my whore!" Omi gritted his teeth.

"I'm hardly your princess either," Nagi replied sourly and climbed up on top of him. Straddled his hips with his thighs and started moving painfully slow, rubbing Omi's erection with his body, stroking his own crotch with his hand.

"Stop it, Nagi... Not like this," Omi tried again. His face was flushed and he gasped for air.

"Oh yes... Like this..." Nagi panted. " Exactly like this... lover." His eyes were almost closed. He rocked slowly back and forth on top of Omi. Touched his own nipples with his free hand. The tip of his tongue came out to wet his lips. "Sometimes I orgasmed," he said lowly. "I came when they fucked me, Omi... Does that make you sick?" His eyes opened to looked questioningly at the other.

"No," Omi writhed beneath him. "You're just human," he said and swallowed.

Nagi moved off him, slid down his body and pulled his boxers with him as he did. Revealed Omi's strained flesh, the weeping erection, in all its glory.

"Such a pretty thingy." Nagi smiled and wetted his lips with his tongue. "I want to taste it," he mumbled and touched it teasingly, run his pink, shimmering fingernails up and down from base to tip. Omi moaned loudly. Nagi bit his lower lip and gave Omi a teasing look. Then he lay out flat on his stomach between Omi's thighs and without warning started lapping at the rock hard flesh. His gaze never left Omi's. Captured him, held him there, just as effective as the ripped, blue shirt. When he started sucking Omi threw his head back, found himself unable to stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips. Sounds of lust and want... whimpering sighs... sounds of betrayal.

"I love you," he cried out. Tried to justify it while he thrust his hips up to come deeper into that waiting mouth. "Nagi!" His name was an anchor. He wasn't just anyone. He was his love.... But when the shirt suddenly let go of him... let his arms free, instead of lifting him up to cradle him in his arms as he should, Omi found his fingers tangling in Nagi's hair. Urging him on, thrusting with his hips. "So good," he uttered... but it was an utterance of despair, not of joy. "God, Nagi..." he sighed but he cried inside. "So good." It was the ultimate defeat. Then, just as he was about to come, Nagi suddenly let go. He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You liked that," he purred with a satisfied smile. "I knew you would...You're just a man after all."

"No..." Omi whispered, his breath was heaving, his heart thundering in his chest. His arousal a constant ache, a burning need, begging for completion.

Nagi pushed his black satin pants over his hips. His slender member sprang free and greeted Omi's eyes. It looked like Nagi's lips and nipples.... covered in sticky, clear fluid. Shining faintly in the blue lit room.
Nagi stepped of the bed and let them fall to the floor. Unable to move, to figure out what to do, Omi just lay still and watched as Nagi found his jacket and pulled something out from a pocket.

"We'll do it my way tonight," Nagi exclaimed and held the small tube of lube up in the air. "This is my favorite... I used to think it looked like jelly... and it tasted so sweet, flavoring my candy..."

Omi cringed on the bed.

Nagi climbed back up, positioned himself shamelessly in front of Omi, presenting him to his rear. He spread his legs and bent forward, steadying himself with only one arm he opened the tube with his teeth and lay it flatly against the crack of his buttocks, let the clear gel run down in a steady stream of cherry scented liquid.

"Touch me Omi..." he breathed. "We both know you want to..."

Omi looked at the scene in front of him, the tempting entrance covered in lubrication, the smooth skin surrounding it. The silken heat he knew could be found inside. His throbbing member ached for the contact. His hands longed for the touch and with a sob he gave in, plunged two of his fingers into the heat, smeared the tight channel with cherry scented gel, heard Nagi moan, felt him shiver.

"I'm sorry!" Omi cried. "I'm so sorry, Nagi."

Nagi moaned and arched his back up against him, started moving on his fingers, impaled himself. "Fuck me, Omi," he said. "Make me your little kitten..." A unknown man's voice echoed from the past.

Omi gave another deep sob and positioned himself behind Nagi, let his member replace the fingers that had been probing him, slammed inside with one swift motion. Didn't want to contemplate what he did. Just... get it over with... Nagi cried out at the rough intrusion. Pushed his rear into closer contact with Omi's hips. Omi reached around his body and enveloped his slender member in his palm, started stroking him in time with his rapid thrusts. In was then all hell broke loose... Nagi cried out again and the bed started to shake violently, the bedstand fell over and the mirror exploded while the tiles on the bathroom floor cracked and shattered. The curtains flew in to the room, snapped loose and flew across it. The lamp in the ceiling started to blink on and off while the bed was lifted by an invisible force and slowly started to spin in mid-air. All the drawers in Omi's closet shot through the room and crashed in the wall on the other side, sheets of paper and pieces of clothing spun in the maelstrom under the bed. The windows shattered one by one, cascades of glittery glass fell on the floor and the blue lamp exploded with a loud sound while the water pipes in the bathroom exploded and steamy hot water covered the broken tiles on the floor. The door between the rooms started moving like a bird's wing. Shutting and opening on it's own accord. And the bed continued spinning, faster and faster as Omi fucked Nagi. Unable to stop, to break the spell, he kept thrusting into his body. Crying out his lover's name while tears ran freely down his cheeks and Nagi's moans of pleasure reached his ears through the violent storm. Cracks appeared in the walls, the carpeting on the floor crept from the corners, loosened from the foundation and crumpled into a heap in the middle of the room. The paintings on the wall flew from the hooks, stopped in the air and shattered. Every single piece of furniture was ripped apart by invisible fingers, including the bed where the screws unscrewed themselves and pieces of the wooden frame fell useless to the floor, leaving only the thick mattress and them, desperately struggling for completion on a spinning island in the midst of the madness. Broken glass and flying pieces of furniture.

Omi saw Nagi turn his head, looking at him over his shoulder. He thrust one final time, felt himself fall over the edge, pulsing heat pumped his essence into Nagi's fragile frame.

"I do love you, you know..." Nagi said and silence fell in the room.

Everything still in air dropped dead to the floor with one last ear throbbing sound. The mattress drifted slowly down. Falling like a leaf from a branch during fall, caught by a mild breeze, and settled on a heap of broken glass. The draft of air from the naked window frames reached the couple, blew coolly over Omi's heated skin. Created mist where it connected with the scolding hot water running from the broken pipes. Omi sighed. With slow motions he stroke Nagi's member up and down until he came with a deep sigh. Spread milky white liquid over Omi's fingers.

"I love you too," he uttered and kissed him. The strawberry taste was gone now, only Nagi's own flavor... and that was enough. "Don't ever do that to me again!" He embraced his lover, held him tightly.

"I won't," Nagi said softly. "I don't have to..." He brushed a few strands of hair from Omi's forehead with a loving expression.

Omi looked around the room. "I hope you don't mind company for a couple of weeks," he said with the shadow of a smile on his pale features.

"I don't..." Nagi's smile was sincere. "I love you," he said again and snuggled even closer.

Omi reached down from the mattress, found a scattered t-shirt on the floor and dipped it in the river of water. He blew on it until it became cooler, then he gently started to wash away Nagi's make up.


The End


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