Darkness. That's what Nagi awakened to. He groaned softly and tried to sit. But his head struck the top.
"What the hell . . . " The boy frantically clawed at the top. His stomach lurched as he swallowed down the rising bile. Oh God no! He hates small confined spaces. He screamed and beat against the top of the metal box. His breathing became heavy. He felt sweat trickle down his face as hysteria rose inside him.
Memories of him being locked in a small, dark room flashed in his panic-stricken mind. The darkness was all consuming like being swallowed up by some great beast. He had to get out of there. He wouldn't be surprised if his fingers must be bleeding by now.
Suddenly he felt hands grab him by the arms, and he released a bloodcurdling scream. His mind filled with terror as he fought against the thing. The small room began to shake as Nagi was losing control of his powers.
Nagi was so filled with fear that he couldn't hear Omi trying to calm him down. Omi felt the crushing force of Nagi's power smash him against the wall. "Dammit, where is it?" He struggled as he rummaged through his pockets looking for . . . He found it. The lighter he took from Yohji. Omi flicked the lighter once, twice and on the third time the flame barely glowed in the all consuming dark. But it was enough for Nagi's fragile mind to cling to. He huddled close to the flame as though it was a lifeline.
Omi released a sigh of relief as he felt the crushing grip release him from its hold. "Are you all right Nagi?" Omi asked panting.
Nagi took a couple of deep breaths and let his raging fear seep away. For the first time since he awakened struck with fear, he remembered that Omi was with him.
"Hai. I'm fine now. How did you know it was me?"
"I had woken up a few minutes before they tossed us in here, and I saw you."
"I see." The telekinetic looked around. "Where are we?"
"It's some sort of cell that's made into the floor," said Omi. He struck the top of the box with his open palm.
"I'm sorry about my outburst." The young boy stared into the dancing flame. "I just don't like small, dark rooms." He scooted closer to the older boy.
Omi hesitated for a moment and then put his arm around the younger boy's slim shoulders. Nagi shivered beneath Omi's arm tensing up. Realizing that the other ex assassin was only trying to comfort him. Nagi relaxes and rests his head against the older boy's shoulder blade. He sighed and continued to watch the dancing flame.
"So, you don't like the dark." Omi began to massage the back of Nagi's neck. He swore he heard the telekinetic purr. "Do you sleep with a nit lit?" He snickered.
And Omi regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. "Ouch!" The blond boy was rewarded with a fist to the side of the ribs.
"It's not the dark. It's just this . . . " Nagi didn't quite know how to say it so he blurted out how he felt. "It's this pitch black. There's no light coming in from anywhere, not even through the cracks."
"I think I understand." Omi rested his cheek against the younger boy's head. "I take it you're claustrophobic."
"Yeah." Nagi wrapped his arms around the other's waist. "The orphanage I grew up in wasn't a nice place. I was eight years old when my power manifested. Tables, chairs, books, whatever would fly across the room or just hang in the air. And it always happened when I walked into a room. So, I was punished for being a wicked child. They would call me a monster or a demon. The other children would beat me up on a daily bases. Then they would lock me in the cell."
"The cell?"
"Yes, It was a room in the basement that was about an inch or two bigger than a dumbwaiter lift." Nagi tightened his hold around the older boy. Omi felt a tremor run through the Telekinetic's slender body.
"No matter how hard I tried to please them. They would always beat me and lock me in the dark, cramp room. I couldn't understand why they hated me. I never asked to have this power." Nagi's voice had gone hoarse from the pained memories that flood his mind of his harsh childhood.
"Nagi, what's wrong?"
The telekinetic trembled and began to sob against Omi's chest.
"All I wanted was to be a normal child just like everyone else."
"Nagi . . . "
"I'm sorry. I always get this way when I remember those dark times." He buried his wet face against the other's neck.
Omi stroked the boy's back soothing him. "It's okay. I'm here. You don't have to be afraid." He kissed the temple of the Nagi's head.
The teen stared up at Omi with soft, innocent eyes. Omi leaned forward and pressed his lips against Nagi's. The young telekinetic shivered as he opened his mouth to allow the other boy's tongue to explore the sweetness of his untouched mouth. He felt a jolt like electricity dance up his spine. Omi jerked away from the boy and stared into his face. Nagi opened his eyes.
Omi gasped as he saw the longing in the younger boy's eyes. Shit, he looked so beautiful staring up at him with those soft, midnight blue eyes. Omi felt his groin become hard. He cleared his throat and turned back to stare at the flame.
"Nagi, I don't want you to freak out, but I'm going to have to . . . put the light out."
The boy eyes widened in terror. Omi saw the raw fear in the other's eyes and combed his fingers through the boy's hair.
"Don't be afraid. I will be here with you, and I will not let you go." He kissed the ex-Schwartz assassin on the cheek and smiled. "I promise." He could see the fear and tension leave the younger boy's face. He even managed a weak smile.
Nagi exhaled a loud gust of breath and buried his face against Omi's chest. "I'm ready."
With a flick they were swallowed by the darkness. A little whimper escaped from Nagi, but he relaxed as Omi's arms tightened around him. And he was no longer afraid.
xxxxx
They made good time to the airport, but unfortunately all flights were delayed due to heavy fog. The airport was nearly deserted as the majority of the travelers went home or to a nearby hotel to wait until morning.
"I don't believe this," ranted Ken. " After we nearly broke every traffic law in the city to get here on time. The flight's been delayed." The brunette jumped out of his chair and stalked the floor back and forth.
"There's no use in getting upset." Aya sat calmly in the seat beside Crawford.
"He's right Siberian." Crawford crossed his legs and put some papers in his briefcase.
"Don't call me that." Ken rolled his eyes at the older man.
"Very well. The planes won't leave until the fog dissipates which won't be until the morning, Hidaka. So you may as well sit down and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The precog's dark eyes flashed in anger.
Everyone stared in shock at the American. It was the first time Schuldig had ever seen his stoic leader lose his temper. Although it was slight, he could see the American's fist twitched in agitation. The German had to smile. It seems that the pussycats are making his fearless questioning his sanity for letting them come.
Ken huffed and then scowled irritated as he plopped down in the seat in front of Farfarello.
"I'm sorry." Crawford turned his attention to Aya. "I didn't mean to overstep my bound."
"It's okay. If you hadn't said it. I sure as hell would have," said Aya folding his arms across his chest. He looked up at the flight schedule and sighed. The entire board had 'delayed' by each fight.
xxxxx
Schuldig sat in the set next to Yohji. The blond was trying to sleep, but the German kept blowing in his ear.
"Will you stop that," Yohji placed his hand over his ear. "I'm trying to sleep."
"If its sleep you want. We could sneak over to one of the nearby hotels." He whispered suggestively into Yohji's ear.
Yohji jumped out of his seat when he felt a hand slip into the back of his pants. He slapped the hand away and glared at the obnoxious man. Schuldig only smiled.
"Excuse me." He turned on his feet and stormed off to the bathroom.
Yohji splashed cool water against his face. Water trickled down his face as he stared into the mirror into the confused eyes staring back at him. Why was the Telepath hounding him? What does the man want that he could possibly have? And why was he becoming horny whenever he thinks about the sexy, red head foreigner with those gorgeous emerald green, bedroom eyes. Shit! His groin began to push uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans.
But the weird thing about the whole crazy situation was that he was starting to like the attention the German was giving him. And he couldn't help thinking about the man. Tall, lean and sleek, his body was that of a God. And fuck it all, he wanted to run his hands over the German's smooth skin and rippling muscles.
Shit. He splashed more water into his heated face.
"My, such thoughts you are having about me, Kudou."
Yohji froze upon hearing the voice with a thick foreign accent. He slowly straightened up and through the clingy, wet bangs the man of his desire was leaning casually against the wall with arms folded across his chest. He strolled over to the blond, pulled out a few paper towels and reached them to Yohji.
"Uh, thank you." Yohji took the paper towels and dried his face. "Why are you following me?"
"Because I think you're cute and sexy as hell. Plus, I love cats." Schuldig pressed his body firmly against the other man.
Yohji gasped when he felt the bulge in the other man's pants press against his thigh.
"Let me kiss you."
"No." He backed away from the red head.
"What's the matter, afraid you might like it?" Schuldig smiled. He had Yohji backed against the wall. The Telepath thought the blond was cute as hell as the crimson color crept into his face staining his cheeks. This time when the German fitted his body against Yohji. Schuldig kissed him on the neck.
Yohji shivered from the contact. He should push the other man away, but his lips felt so good against his flesh.
"One kiss."
Yohji couldn't stop watching Schuldig's moving lips.
"That's all I ask."
Those wonderful, perfect, succulent lips that are begging him to kiss them.
"And I will leave you alone."
He wondered what they would feel like. What those sweet German lips would taste like?
Schuldig grinned like a shark. "For now."
Dare he even dream of those wonderful lips pressed against his . . . Why not? There's no one here. He could indulge himself just this once. The thought of kissing the German had the blond licking his lips in anticipation.
"Such a curious little pussycat." The Telepath placed his hands against the wall one on either side of Yohji's head. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against those of the blond.
Yohji sighed blissfully. He opened his mouth as the other's tongue sought out Yohji's tongue. The kiss became deep and scorching as Yohji felt his bones melt and dissolve. His legs buckled beneath him. He could no longer stand on his own two feet. His body slid down the length of the wall breaking the incredible kiss. Yohji stared up in awe at the smiling man. Never, never in his life had he, Yohji Kudou the great playboy of Weiss, ever been knocked off his feet from a single kiss.
Schuldig flicked a thumb over Yohji's trembling lips and winked. "Catch you later babe." He backed up, turned and left Yohji sitting on the floor.
Yohji raised a hand up to touch his trembling lips. His eyes still on the door the other man had just walked out of.
