Author's notes:
For all intents and purposes, god's of death from Britain are technically called 'Reapers' instead of 'Shinigami' (makes sense, different culture... different language, hence different name). This fic is a continuation of 'Enter the Reaper' and 'The Reaper's Journey'.
Disclaimer: Yanagi-sen and I are only borrowing the characters from Yami no Matsuei and Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter books to torment for a while... Don't look for Harry to be appearing at any time in this fanfiction. Weiss Kreuz also seems to be making an appearance. Look for Schwarz, and don't expect the flower shop boys to be making any lengthy appearances... hmmm, is it obvious that the authors like the 'bad guys'? We claim no ownership over any character that does not belong to us... Itami Korin and Ishida Nanjiro are mine... those I claim and abuse at will.
The Reaper's Ascent.
Chapter four.
Clicking the phone shut, Nanjiro sighed into Nagi's back. So far, so good... at least that was what the man said as he fell past each window of Tokyo Tower...
"All set?"
"Now to transfer legal guardianship..." The shinigami whimpered as he repeatedly 'hit' his head against the telekinetic.
"That's not hard..."
Brightening, the blue haired teen dropped the phone on the table and hugged Nagi. "Hmmm... what do you say we be evil and write Kyoko out of the will?"
"Oh that sounds like fun. Is this Kyoko a problem?"
"The woman is evil... she married Watari Kiyoshi just for his money after having plastic surgery to make herself look more like his deceased wife."
"That's... that's just sick."
"And think of how happy she will be over the fact that only one thing is standing in her way to a very large fortune?"
"That boy you just called about?"
"Yup. Taka."
"Do you think... do you think she had anything to do with this?"
Nanjiro sighed heavily, "she's mean, manipulative... but she didn't kill them."
"Ah." He leaned forward grabbing one of the sandwiches. "Here, eat something, I'll get to work on this." Nibbling on one of the sandwiches, the telepath murmured thanks to the young brunette. Nagi's fingers started to fly over the keyboard. "I did this for myself a few years ago. It might take most of the night to make it stick and cover my tracks, but it's doable."
"Have I told you how much I love you?"
"I think so..." Nagi's attention was a bit distracted. "There's more sandwiches."
By the time Schuldig and Farf came home, Nanjiro was curled up napping on the sofa as the telekinetic continued working at the computer. Farf looked at him curiously but went on into his room. Schu sat in one of the other chairs. Nagi kept typing.
Yawning, the blue haired teen snuggled closer to the pillow he was hugging and the loose robe slid off of the nicely tanned shoulder.
One red eyebrow lifted. /Nice... how long are you going to be chibi?/
Nagi sighed. "I'm almost done, the rest the computer will have to do overnight." On the sofa the teen murmured something incoherent about a large chicken using the Dewey decimal system. The brunette set the laptop on the coffee table and pushed it away. "Okay... that's it." He stretched. "I guess its bedtime..."
Slowly mismatched green eyes opened, and Nanjiro tightened his grip on the pillow. "hmmm... "
"Good morning..." Nagi yawned... "or good night... take your pick."
"mmm... either one is good... did it work?"
"It's working... but my part is done for a few hours."
Rolling over onto his back, the robe slid up Nanjiro's leg revealing the flawless skin. "And tomorrow we work on that will, right?"
"Yeah." Nagi stood and stretched again, arms going over his head. His small tee shirt rode up, exposing an expanse of smooth skin. Schu's eyes slid up and down that slender body appreciatively.
The blue haired teen whistled.
The brunette dropped his arms. "What?"
Smiling, Nanjiro sent him the image that he had been enjoying.
"oh..." Nagi colored slightly.
/He's fun to tease,/ Nanjiro 'commented' to the red head seated near him.
/of course he is... i guess i didn't notice how much he'd grown up in the years i've been teasing him./
/It's scary how fast a person will grow up on you.../ the teen said wistfully as he sat up, almost giving an accidental peek before the material was tugged back into place.
/true... are you going to drag him into his bedroom and have your wicked way with him?/
"Hey Nagi, should I drag you into the bedroom to have my wicked way with you?"
"What?!" The brunette looked shocked.
"Yeah, I mean... you didn't get to play with the stuff you bought today yet..."
Nanjiro perked up and sat kneeling on the sofa looking at Nagi, giving Schuldig an almost completely unobstructed view of his behind. "It'll be fun!"
/tease... do you WANT me to jump your ass?/
Blushing, the shinigami sat down and coughed.
"Are you okay?" Nagi looked concerned and suspicious at the same time, shooting a glance at the redhead.
"If we don't go to the room, I'll just be forced to do naughty things to you right here..."
"Let's go into my room!" Nagi reached out to grab Nanjiro's hand. Schu just laughed.
Letting himself be pulled from the sofa, Nanjiro chuckled and then pulled the brunette into a deep and probing kiss. Schuldich wolf-whistled and then grunted as his chair was promptly overturned. Nagi didn't look back as he tugged the blue-haired teen in the general direction of the bedrooms.
/Sorry... I don't think that he liked that.../
/i'll live... he's done it before. if he really didn't like me he could have tossed me out the window. just try to keep the noise down... or i might not be able to restrain myself./
Glancing back at the red head, Nanjiro gave an evil smirk... and tied the German's perceptions and feelings to his own.
Nagi closed the door firmly, even turning the lock. "I'm sorry about him..."
"It's okay... besides, it might have been interesting as well," the shinigami chuckled as he started nipping at the teen's neck.
Nagi titled his head away, giving more access to the slender neck. "mmm... interesting?"
"He's hot in that 'he'll make me scream in pleasure and faint in the process' way... while you are sexy in the 'I want to make YOU pant, scream, beg and finally pass out from pleasure'..." Hands slipped up under that small shirt and started to play with the brunette's nipples as his mouth sucked on the teen's lower lip.
-censored, foreplay between Nanjiro and Nagi goes here-
Dragging the red head further into his mind and making the link stronger so that Schuldig would feel as though here were in the room, rather than a passive participant, Nanjiro smirked, "Nagi, love, I think that you are wearing too many clothes..." /and there's a small remote in one of the boxes that came home... could you find that?/
Nagi looked down. His shirt had already been removed, he only had the loose pants now. "Oh?"
"hai... very much over dressed..."
"I see... what are you going to do about it?"
Sitting up, the shinigami laughed, "Let's see how desperate you can get?" Moving towards Nagi, a pink tongue lapped at one sensitive nipple.
"mmmm..." The boy braced his arms behind him, leaving no obstruction for the other teen.
Carefully nibbling, Nanjiro released the small nub of flesh and blew softly across it before moving to the next... Nagi made a pleased whimpering sound. Next he moved to a sensitive spot on the teen's collar, never once making a move to even touch the telekinetic's clothes.
"Oh..." The brunette's head fell back.
The talented mouth quickly found its way to his neck, and then took a small nip at his right ear.
-censored, sex between Nanjiro and Nagi goes here.-
It was times like this that the shinigami hated the fact that he had such stamina, not that it was his fault... it kind of came naturally after having so many lovers that adored to torment him and draw out his climax for as long as possible, or beat him to a bloody pulp if he came too soon. He had a couple options open to him. Nagi looked exhausted, but Nanjiro knew that a teen's body was generally quick to recover if given sufficient reason to do so. Nagi might not be ready to top him... but he probably would be amendable to being topped.
Unfortunately, he WANTED to be topped...
There was another man in the apartment who might be agreeable... and who happened to be 'listening in.'
Quivering, he sat up and bit back a moan as the toy rubbed against his prostrate. /schu?/
/yes? that was so hot by the way.../
/i'm still hard.../
/i can tell.../
Mismatched green eyes checked the teen over, and were satisfied with seeing that he was thoroughly asleep. Slipping off the bed, he quietly padded over to the door wincing as each step caused the little toy to shift positions inside him. The door was carefully pushed open and the shinigami stepped out of the bedroom and headed for the living room where the older telepath had been previously. /so are you.../
/am i what?/ The redhead was lounging in his chair, the lights out, looking a bit rumpled.
/you are still hard too.../
/hell yes... you two are enough to turn anyone on./
Nanjiro licked his lips as he took in the view before making his way over to Schuldig. Straddling the larger man's lap, he cupped the trapped erection, "I need to be fucked..."
"That's blunt. How will you explain this to Nagi? Or is this to be a secret?"
"I'd rather not tell him... secret or not, I need to be topped, and I think that he might faint at the notion."
"Very true... you do realize that if you hurt him in any way that Brad, Farf, and I will rip you a new one."
"And usually it's my friends giving out the threats..." Nan remarked cocking his head to the side.
"hmm... well given all that..." He leaned forward to whisper in the teen's ear. "do you still want to be fucked?"
"Yes..."
-censored, sex between Schuldig and Nanjiro goes here-
Petting the soft blue hair, the man held the teen close. "You okay?"
Slowly the teen nodded his head and let it rest again against the red head's shoulder.
The shadows shifted and there was a sudden crash as the small hall table was knocked over. Nagi stood there, staring at them, looking hurt and betrayed.
Mismatched green eyes blinked in confusion. "Nagi?!"
The teen backed away, shaking his head before turning and fleeing for his room.
Nearly falling out of the red head's lap as he scrambled after the teen, Nanjiro collapsed on the floor as his legs gave out from beneath him.
Schu tried to catch him, calling to the retreating boy at the same time. "Nagi! It's not what you think!" They heard a door slam.
"Nagi?" Grabbing onto the German, the teen let himself be helped up. "Please at least listen to us..."
"He's in his room... I think he's got the door sealed." Schuldich helped Nanjiro back down the hallway. They could see Farf standing in the door way of his room, looking at them with disgust.
"MOU! Nagi, at least listen to an explanation..."
Farfarello snorted and turned to go back into his room. "next time, keep it in your pants, Schuldich." The door closed.
"Farf..." The redhead sighed. "I'm sorry... I should have kept track of Nagi."
Nanjiro let himself slide out of Schuldig's arms and collapsed on the floor. "It's my fault... I deserve this... they were all right, I was getting exactly what I deserved."
"NO! You STOP that right now! This was an accident, a case of some poor judgment. Nagi is a rational being... if you can talk to him, he'll understand!"
"He'll understand what? That I've always been the fuckee rather than the fucker? That I can't keep a decent relationship going because my friends all decide to jump in and scare him away with very fucking effective death threats?"
"Look... I don't claim to know what's happened in your past. But from the hints you've dropped it hasn't been all that great. You're a good person and you deserve an equally good person, who happens to be on the other side of that door. If you decide to walk away, fine... that's your choice. But if you do, don't come back." The redhead leaned over, giving him a quick hug. He then disappeared into his bedroom.
"Nagi?" Nanjiro tapped on the door, "open up... please?"
There was a long minute where there was no sound... then with a click the door unlatched.
Gingerly, he got to his feet and used the wall to help him into the room. It took a little bit for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Nagi... I'm sorry..."
A sniffle came from the floor beside the bed. "no... i'm sorry..."
The robe was located and slipped on, seriously talking to someone is always a lot easier when you don't feel as exposed. "You don't need to apologize... I'm the one that acted like an ass."
Nagi didn't respond, he was curled up beside the bed, his face hidden in his arms on his knees. His shoulders were shaking.
Kneeling in front of the smaller teen, the shinigami put his hands on those trembling shoulders. "Every time that I look at you, I get scared that somehow I'm going to ruin your life... I guess that I just did. If you want me to leave, just tell me so, and you'll never have to see or hear about me again..."
Nagi shook his head, but didn't come up out of the sanctuary of his arms.
Wrapping his arms around the slender teen, the shinigami pulled him closer, "I'm so sorry... please forgive me?"
The brunette finally turned to clutch the soft robe. His breath hitched, betraying the tears streaming down his pale face.
He hugged the teen even tighter, "i'm sorry..." he murmured.