Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, never will. I'm doomed to just play with them.

A/N: Last chapter! Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story. I was worried how well it would be received. I hope the ending is ok. I really couldn't figure out how to close out the story. Thanks again!

Blue on Blue

Chapter 8

Omi quietly approached the sleeping figure, a wicked smile on his face. He crawled onto the bed and straddled the man on all fours. He was actually surprised he had gotten this far without being discovered. It wasn't like Nagi to let his guard down. As an assassin, you couldn't afford to. But he looked so peaceful right now with his hand above his head, looking as if it had been used to brush the hair out of his face.

Omi admired the view for a few moments, then leaned in and started nibbling on Nagi's ear. The man moaned a little as a tongue traced the curve of his ear. Suddenly, arms wrapped themselves around Omi's waist and threw him onto the bed, the table suddenly turned on the sneaking assassin.

Nagi's stormy blue eyes glinted with delight at the sight of Omi pinned beneath him. Nagi leaned down and made to kiss the smiling lips below him, but at the last second he swerved, trailing feather light kisses down Omi's neck. Then he sucked at the collarbone for just a moment before making his way down to the now tensed stomach. Nagi smiled against the flesh as the muscles flexed under his touch.

"Mmmmm…."

Nagi's head shot up and a look of horror replaced his smile as Omi reached up, clutching his throat, a look of pain marring his face.

"Omi!"

Nagi scrambled up to examine Omi who had since curled into the brunette. He wrapped his arms around the grimacing man and stroked his hair.

"I'm so sorry. I should have known better. Oh shit Omi, please be ok."

Omi stayed against Nagi's chest for a few minutes then looked up to see the brunette's guilt ridden face. He leaned up to kiss Nagi, but he pulled away.

"No. I'm not going to risk you losing your voice."

Omi frowned and brought his hand up behind Nagi's head, trying to pull the man's lips to his, but Nagi held firm.

"Damn it Omi, stop!"

Nagi got out of the bed and put on a pair of pants before stomping out into the living room. Omi quickly followed, his anger and frustration evident, even if he couldn't speak. He glared at Nagi as the brunette prepared some tea with honey for Omi's throat. When he turned around to grab the honey he saw the angered assassin in the doorway.

"Don't give me that look." He continued to prepare the tea and handed the cup to Omi. "Drink this. I'm going to call the doctor."

Nagi grabbed the phone but a hand on his forced him to hang up. He turned glinting eyes on the stubborn Takatori, prepared to win this battle of wills.

"Let go."

Omi slid his hand off the phone and with both his hands cupped Nagi's face, holding it firmly in place as he kissed Nagi with all the passion and love he felt for the man. Nagi tried to fight the kiss, but it felt so good and Omi tasted so sweet he couldn't help but crave more. He grabbed Omi's hips and pushed him back until they hit the cabinets. Omi's hands slid down Nagi's bare chest as his tongue and teeth paid special attention to his neck.

Nagi moaned and brought his hands up between Omi's shoulder blades. He gasped as Omi's deft fingers slipped below the elastic band of his pajama pants.

"Oh gods Omi, we can't do this now. You'll get hurt. Please Om---aahhh!" Soft but firm hands sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Omi captured Nagi's lips with his own as his hand caused Nagi to moan into his mouth. He made sure to keep Nagi's mouth occupied to quell any further protests. Soon enough, Nagi's body when rigid and he held onto Omi so tight the man was having trouble breathing. But his grip soon went lax as he leaned into Omi, letting the little shockwaves wash over him.

"Omi….why did you…?"

He pulled back and found Omi with a small smile on his face. Nagi brushed back the sandy blonde hair and kissed the swollen pink lips tenderly.

"I don't deserve you."

Omi smiled and shook his head. With his hand still ensconced within Nagi's pants, he pulled the brunette with him into the bathroom where they showered together and went back to bed.

"Omi, listen to me. We have to be careful. You know I want you, but…."

Omi placed a finger over Nagi's lips then replaced it with his lips. When Nagi looked into the bright blue eyes he understood what Omi was saying. He'd become very adept at translating those big blue eyes. The telekinetic smiled and ran his thumb over Omi's lips before gently guiding his head back down onto his chest.

"Just as long as we understand each other."

Omi knew they couldn't have sex yet and apparently even foreplay was out of the question. It was going to be a difficult week and a half. But as long as Nagi let Omi give him some pleasure, Omi thought it just might be bearable.

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Nagi paced the long hallway. Omi was taking way too long. Something must be wrong. But what could it possibly be? He hadn't uttered a word in two months and his checkups had gone just fine. So what the hell was taking so long?

Nagi whirled when he heard the door click open and looked to seeOmi standing there, his expression unreadable. Oh gods….don't tell me…he can't speak?

"Omi? What did the doctor say?"

Nagi cringed a little when he heard the worry in his own voice. Omi just shook his head 'no'.

"No what? No voice ever? No voice for now? What?"

Omi just sighed and turned to walk towards the exit. Nagi's heart sank and he stood there a few moments, biting back the tears, before he followed Omi.

Their car ride home was silent. Omi had sat with his head resting on Nagi's shoulder while Nagi stared out the window, cursing himself for ever getting involved with Omi's life. If he hadn't come to the man years ago, he wouldn't be in this predicament. He would be fine and would be able to speak. Instead, Nagi had placed his life in unnecessary danger with his actions and Omi had paid the price.

The two men entered the apartment with Omi heading straight for the bedroom. Nagi just stood there, unsure of what to do. Since Omi hadn't tried to put up a brave front, Nagi assumed the man was angry with him, probably blaming him, and rightfully so.

When Omi didn't emerge after a few hours, Nagi couldn't help himself. He went into the darkened bedroom and found Omi lying on the bed sleeping. He sat down on the bed and stroked the man's hair. Nagi could feel the tears again and this time he let them go.

"Omi…I'm so sorry for all this. This is all my fault."

Omi opened his eyes and smiled up at the brunette until he saw the tears. He sat up quickly and hugged the man fiercely. Nagi broke down as sobs wracked his body.

Omi kissed Nagi deeply, pulling him down onto the bed and rolling on top of him. When he pulled back to look into the pools of cerulean water he smiled as he wiped the tears away.

"Don't cry Nagi. I love you and I promise I will never leave you."

Nagi's eyes went wide with shock. He tried to speak, but he just made some choking sounds instead.

"I'm sorry I deceived you. I didn't think you would become this upset. I just wanted my first words to you to be spoken in private. And I honestly didn't think it would take you this long to follow me into the bedroom. Have you already lost interest?"

Nagi was still speechless and Omi had to chuckle. He leaned down and kissed Nagi tenderly, then whispered against the man's lips.

"Please forgive me Nagi. It was a stupid and selfish idea."

"You…..bastard."

Omi leaned up to see Nagi smiling through the tears streaming back into his hair.

"I'd kill you if I weren't so happy to hear your voice."

Nagi craned his neck and kissed the smiling man above him deeply. They didn't have to hold back now. Omi was ok and Nagi didn't have to worry about hurting him anymore. As a matter of fact, the only sound Nagi wanted to hear right now was Omi voice, moaning and gasping in pleasure.

The end.