Sweet Dreams: Part 5

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS YAOI. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT IS, I
SERIOUSLY SUGGESST YOU FIND SOME ALTERNATIVE READING MATERIAL. IF YOU DO
NOT LIKE YAOI, DON'T READ THIS. Now, on to the fic...
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"Hey Youji, I'm going up to the room. Come with me now, I don't want
you to wake me up at two in the morning and kick me out because you have
some girl you need to fuck," Schuldich joked.
"Ok, ok. I'll come up in a little bit. Just let me finish this
game." He had been playing that stupid Duck Hunter game all night. The
music was so annoying!
"Hey Youji, come here," Nagi said, "I remembered what I was going to
say to you earlier"
"Finally!" Youji said sarcastically, "The suspense has been killing
me!"
"Let's go out on the balcony." It was only two stories up, but it
would work. It had to. He closed and locked the door behind him and after
making sure that no one else was watching, he jumped up on the railing and
began to pace it.
"Hey idiot. You know how clumsy you are. Get down from there before
you fall off! If we lose anyone in this mission, we won't be able to
complete it!"
"Hn. I like it up here. Well, you do realize that Omi is MINE.
Right?"
"Wow! I din't know you were so posessive! Well, I'll be sure to back
off, cause I know that I've just been all over..." Nagi began to lift
Youji off the ground and show him jsut how strong he was.
"Nagi?! What the hell are you doing?!" Nagi dropped Youji and shook
his head
"Yeah. You do that." With that, Nagi jumped off the railing and
walked back inside. "Let's go up to our room Omi." Nagi said as he walked
by.
"Ok!" Omi followed Nagi up the stairs and into the room. " I'm not
really that tired." Omi whispered as the two climbed into bed, "We don't
have to go to sleep." Omi hinted.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" Nagi asked sweetly, trying to
look innocent.
"Oh no! Why would I EVER do something like that!" Omi teased, while
tugging impatiently at Nagi's belt.
Nagi calmly shook his head and pulled Omi up against his body,
whispering "No, this time it's your turn." Nagi said plainly as he dropped
Omi onto the bed and straddled him. Nagi slid his hands up the front of
Omi's chest, then back down to his lower back, pulling him up to a seated
position. He kissed Omi, softly pushing his tounge into Omi's mouth. Omi
sighed heavily and slid his hands underneath Nagi's shirt and up his back.
Nagi pulled apart Omi's legs and lay his head on Omi's upper thigh that
was still covered in soft, dark denim. He placed his hands firmly on Omi's
hips and nibbled teasingly at the firm bulge.
"Nagi," Omi gasped, desepration plainly displayed in his expression.
He need this as much as Nagi did. He needed Nagi. He pulled the Omi's
pants off, not without struggle, and rubbed his cheek against Omi's raised
length. Omi moaned quietly, squirming slightly. Nagi began to kiss the tip
of Omi's cock as he allowed the older boy to fall softly onto the bed. Now
laying down, he began to moan softly as Nagi worked his way up. He began
to gently caress his cock with the length of his tounge. As Omi came, Nagi
softly and gently placed his lips over his lover's cock and drank every
last drop of the thick liquid. Then Nagi slowly and calmly climbed into
bed next to Omi, stroking his head while Omi panted, trying to catch his
breath. Nagi suddenly remembered the first time he did this to Omi. It had
been so beautiful, so different from what it was with Schuldich. He had
been so afraid that he would hurt Omi. Because he had never experienced
true happiness with another man, he only knew the pain and torture that
had always accompanied sex with Schuldich. Anything with Schuldich had
been torture. Nagi was so glad that he had allowed Omi to coax him past
that initial fear, because he felt so wonderful knowing that he,
imperfect, burden to all society, Nagi, had made someone that happy.
In an instant, Omi was under the sheets gently massaging Nagi's
crotch. Nagi gasped, completely shocked by the quickness of his lover. He
moaned loudly and helped Omi out by pulling his pants off. Omi expertly
began to nibble at Nagi's hardened lenth causing Nagi to squeal
repeatedly. Then he grabbed Nagi's pelvis, holding both boys steady. He
took Nagi's cock into his mouth and began to massage it with his tounge.
As he did this, he allowed his hands to slide down and massage Nagi's
silky inner thighs. Nagi's back arched and he moaned loudly between
passionate gasps as he came. Omi gulped every last drop down and then lay
down, exhausted. Nagi, after regaing his breath, reached down and pulled
Omi up, rolling him over onto his back gently. Omi looked up at him with
an innocent look and a flushed face. Nagi pulled him to his chest and held
him tightly, gently stroking the older boy's silky strands of hair. He
kissed Omi gently on the forehead.
"I love you Nagi," Omi whispered tightening his arms that encircled
Nagi's hips.
"I love you more Omittchi," Nagi whispered, sighing contentedly.
Every time Omi said those words, his first thought was and probably always
would be Why? Why did someone so sweet and wonderful and perfect love him?
How was it possible? Nagi knew that, if he met himself, he could never
love that person. He probably couldn't even be friends with him. Nagi
would probably hate himself if he got to know him.
"Nagi, there is one more thing..."
"What, what is it?"
"I probably sound so stupid, cause you have, well, you know, so much
experience... but, I... can we... well, you know?" Suddenly, Nagi's heart
began to pound so hard that he felt as if it was tearing him apart and
would soon come flying out of him. He was truly scared. Schuldich had hurt
him so much that first time, no, every time. He didn't want to hurt Omi
like that. He didn't want Omi to suffer. He was so afraid that he would
hurt Omi and that Omi would then hate him for it, like he hated Schuldich.
But part of Nagi wanted Omi so badly. He didn't just want Omi as his
lover, he wanted Omi to be part of him, as much as humanly possible.
"Nagi?" Omi whispered, confused and worried that he might have said
the wrong thing. Maybe all of Nagi's worst memories with Schuldich had
just resurfaced and it was al his fault!
The part of Nagi that wanted Omi won.