We all sat together in the opera house. I don't recall why Schuldig had insisted so much that we go to the opera that night, or to why we went to one about whore boys. I don't recall much about that night except what I chose to do to a demon in a corner.
During one of the scenes I found that I could no longer remain sitting. I had a guess that Schuldig had something to do with it but decided not to vocalize my suspicions. Instead I got up and began to walk out of the opera house so I could get some fresh air and find a way to relieve myself of the odd nervous feeling.
That was when I saw the beautiful boy before me leaning against the wall with his eyes sealed shut. It was the boy who had been at my grave. It was the boy who I had had memories of being a lover to. It was the boy I would use to relax. It was only fair, after all. He had claimed to love me in the past. If such were true then he would do what I asked of him, or what I forced upon him.
"Omi..." he whispered, still with his eyes closed.
I couldn't help but stare. How had he accomplished knowledge of my presence with out knowing... I hadn't made a sound when the door had opened, nor as I began to close it.
When I started to close the door I could faintly hear the sound behind me showing that the scene where 13 was being raped and beaten by 0 had begun. I smirked slightly as I realized just how I would relax.
"Nagi..." I whispered, my mouth inches away from his ear.
I pressed him against the wall, making sure that he would be incapable of escaping me. I would have what I wanted. I could use his emotions in order to gain what I wanted. I just had to be sure I didn't touch his flesh...and that I didn't go too far into his mind.
"Omi...what are you-..." he began to speak before I shoved my mouth against his.
It wasn't a kiss that held any emotions in it other than lust. I wanted to fuck him, nothing more and nothing less. Emotions were for those you gave a damn about; sex was for those you wanted to hurt.
He melted below me and did whatever I wished for him to. When I undid his shirt, he helped me. When I reached for his belt, he guided me. Why...? Why wasn't he terrified like I had always been when Schuldig tried to...?
"Why...?" I asked him as I stared.
He was now only wearing his underwear. He didn't seem eager at all for what I intended to do to him but he had remained passive. He would do whatever I wanted without even desiring for it as well...
"Because...Omi...it's snowing," he replied with a small smile appearing on his face. "I wanted our first date to be on a snowy day..."
"You mean we've never been on a date...?" I asked him, slightly baffled.
He shook his head. "We never had the chance..."
I looked away from him and started back towards the door I had just exited. "Get dressed and never let me see your face again...or else I will rape you."
"You can't," he replied before I walked through the door.
I was nervous. It was worse than how I had been before. I walked back to my seat between Crawford and Schuldig and whispered quietly, "This opera sucks; can we go yet?"
During one of the scenes I found that I could no longer remain sitting. I had a guess that Schuldig had something to do with it but decided not to vocalize my suspicions. Instead I got up and began to walk out of the opera house so I could get some fresh air and find a way to relieve myself of the odd nervous feeling.
That was when I saw the beautiful boy before me leaning against the wall with his eyes sealed shut. It was the boy who had been at my grave. It was the boy who I had had memories of being a lover to. It was the boy I would use to relax. It was only fair, after all. He had claimed to love me in the past. If such were true then he would do what I asked of him, or what I forced upon him.
"Omi..." he whispered, still with his eyes closed.
I couldn't help but stare. How had he accomplished knowledge of my presence with out knowing... I hadn't made a sound when the door had opened, nor as I began to close it.
When I started to close the door I could faintly hear the sound behind me showing that the scene where 13 was being raped and beaten by 0 had begun. I smirked slightly as I realized just how I would relax.
"Nagi..." I whispered, my mouth inches away from his ear.
I pressed him against the wall, making sure that he would be incapable of escaping me. I would have what I wanted. I could use his emotions in order to gain what I wanted. I just had to be sure I didn't touch his flesh...and that I didn't go too far into his mind.
"Omi...what are you-..." he began to speak before I shoved my mouth against his.
It wasn't a kiss that held any emotions in it other than lust. I wanted to fuck him, nothing more and nothing less. Emotions were for those you gave a damn about; sex was for those you wanted to hurt.
He melted below me and did whatever I wished for him to. When I undid his shirt, he helped me. When I reached for his belt, he guided me. Why...? Why wasn't he terrified like I had always been when Schuldig tried to...?
"Why...?" I asked him as I stared.
He was now only wearing his underwear. He didn't seem eager at all for what I intended to do to him but he had remained passive. He would do whatever I wanted without even desiring for it as well...
"Because...Omi...it's snowing," he replied with a small smile appearing on his face. "I wanted our first date to be on a snowy day..."
"You mean we've never been on a date...?" I asked him, slightly baffled.
He shook his head. "We never had the chance..."
I looked away from him and started back towards the door I had just exited. "Get dressed and never let me see your face again...or else I will rape you."
"You can't," he replied before I walked through the door.
I was nervous. It was worse than how I had been before. I walked back to my seat between Crawford and Schuldig and whispered quietly, "This opera sucks; can we go yet?"