Chapter 3
"Nagi." Omi shook the boy trying to wake him. "Nagi!"
"Hmmm." He started to awaken. "What . . . "
"Nagi, don't open your eyes."
The telekinetic stopped in mid yawn as he heard the stress in the other boy's voice. "Why?"
"Well, I didn't want you to open your eyes and freak out in the dark." Omi felt the boy tense in his arms, but then he relaxed.
Just then, they heard the sound of a key turning in a lock.
"Someone's coming. Nagi, you think you can use your power as soon as the door opens?"
"Just watch me."
"Get ready." Omi's breathing became heavy with anticipation as his heart pounded against his chest. What he would give to have his crossbow or some darts right about now.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of them." The young boy felt hope surging through his heart.
A door opened above them. They squinted their eyes against the burst of bright light that temporarily blinded them. It took only a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the light after being in the dark for so long. Omi stared up at the fuzzy figures. The men said something but the blond did not understand. He blinked rapidly as his vision cleared just in time to see the two men yanked off their feet and slammed against the wall. The men fell to the floor unconscious.
"Shit!" Omi got to his feet and climbed out of the cell. "Where the hell are we?" He helped Nagi out. "I didn't understand a word they said."
Nagi stared at the older boy in shock. "You mean to tell me that the only thing Kritiker taught you was how to kill?"
"Well, Weiss was basically a home base defense." He looked away blushing sheepishly.
Nagi wanted to laugh as the crimson color that crept into his fellow captive's face. "Well, luckily my education is a bit more extensive. They were speaking Chinese."
"You mean we're in China!"
"It sure seems like it." Nagi looked around the room. There were stairs leading up to a door. "Let's get out of here before someone else finds us."
The two boys climbed the stairs and cracked opened the door. Omi peered down the hall. Empty. The younger boy frowned in thought. 'Either this is a trap, or these guys are the dumbest, lamest kidnappers I had ever met.' But then again, no one can be this incompetent. It smelled like a trap. But why? Whoever already have them as captives.
"Let's go, but be careful," whispered Omi stepping out into the hall.
The two teens ran down the hall, turned the corner and ran into a group of armed men.
"Shit!"
The men leveled their weapons at the boys.
"Not today." Nagi raised his hand and the barrels of the rifles bend downward. Omi attacked with a swift knee to the mid section of one man and a roundhouse kick to the head of another. They fell to the floor unconscious. The other two men fell to the floor dead with broken necks.
"Let's go." Omi grabbed Nagi's hand, and they sprinted down the hall toward an elevator. They jumped inside. Just as the doors closed, they saw more men come from around the corner. Safely inside, the elevator started to go up.
Both boys leaned against the wall breathing heavily and wiping sweat from their faces.
"That was close," said Omi sitting on the floor.
"Yeah, but I have a feeling we are far from being safe," said Nagi sitting next to him. "They let us escape."
The other teen sat silently contemplating the other's statement. Hell, he knew what the telekinetic said was the truth. Their escape was too easy.
"I know." So, they sat and waited.
"Umm, Omi, about what happened in that cell." Nagi's face had gone pink. "I. . .Uh . . . "
The other realized what the shy boy was talking about, and it made him blush as well.
"I'm sorry if I offended you. You were so upset I just . . . " Omi trailed off not knowing what else to say.
The young boy looked down at his long, thin-fingered hands resting in his lap. "So, you only kissed me because I was upset." He raised his eyes up to meet Omi's. And oh God! Nagi was the most beautiful boy he head ever seen. Omi stared in awe as the pinkness in his cheeks turned crimson and his eyes. Oh sweet heavenly father, they made Omi want to drown in those soft, melting blue pools. Omi watched mesmerized as Nagi's tongue moisten those soft, trembling bottom lip. Shit! He could feel himself stiffen. It wasn't a full-blown erection yet, but if he keeps looking at Nagi. It will be in no time.
"Well, I'm not upset now."
Omi stared at the Telekinetic in shock. 'Is he saying what I think he's saying?' He watched in awe as Nagi closed his eyes, leaned over and gently pressed his lips against those of the older boy's. The kiss was shy, hesitant, innocent and oh so sweet. This was the kiss of someone who has never been kissed or kissed anyone before.
Nagi wanted to remain like this forever. The older boy's mouth was soft but firm. He wanted Omi to touch him and possess him. Shivering at the thought of belonging to the other boy, body and soul, a moan rumbled deep in his throat.
Suddenly the elevator lurched to a halt. The two boys quickly pulled away and scrambled to their feet.
"We'll talk later." Omi winked at the blushing teen. "But now, we have to get out of here first."
Nagi was preparing to mentally protect Omi and send any would be attackers through the wall. It began as a dull thud in the back of his head. Then the pain was a knife repeatedly stabbing in his brain. Nagi fell to the floor clutching his head screaming in pain.
"Nagi, what's wrong?" Omi knelt over the sobbing boy.
Just then, the elevator doors opened. They were greeted by a number of assault rifles all pointed at them. Although there was really nothing he could do. Omi stood protectively over the pain stricken telekinetic.
"Don't worry boy. You and little Nagi won't be hurt." A tall man walked to the front.
Omi stared speechlessly at the incredibly handsome man. His platinum blond hair was neatly trimmed although he had a long bang covering his right eye. His skin was smooth, like alabaster. His steely stare seemed to hold Omi in place. He was dressed in white from head to toe. His suit was crafted to fit him perfectly. Strange the way the man was dressed all in white reminded him of Schwartz. At the final battle they were dressed all in white.
When the man spoke, the deep tremble of his voice was soothing and very seductive. Omi could not take his eyes off of him.
"Omi." The telekinetic's voice snapped him out of his trance. The older boy looked down and knelt beside his friend. The younger boy still clutched the side of his head in pain.
"Don't worry. The pain will subside in a minute or two," said the handsome man.
Omi narrowed his eyes not believing the man as he held Nagi close to him. And true to his word, Nagi felt the awful mind ripping pain cease.
"Nagi, is something wrong?"
"No. I'm . . . I'm fine." Nagi rested his hands on Omi's arm.
"Hello Nagi. It's been a while since we last seen each other." The stranger smiled at the young boy.
Nagi froze in horror as he looked up at the man. He felt as though he had awakened to a terrible nightmare. Omi felt his heart leap into his throat when he saw the fear present in the telekinetic's eyes.
"You . . . you're alive."
Omi felt the teen tremble beneath his embrace.
"Of course, did you really think I would die so easily?" said the man.
"One could only hope."
The man laughed. Omi did not like the sound of this conversation. He helped Nagi to his feet and stood protectively in front of the young boy.
"Who are you?" Omi demanded. "Why did you kidnap us?"
"Why Nagi. I'm hurt that you didn't tell your little friend about me." The man flashed them a predatory smile. "I am Doctor Kazutaka Muraki. I worked, or use to work for Essett."
Omi stared in shock at the man. 'An Essett doctor. Isn't this just lovely? What else can go wrong?'
"So, you don't get any ideals. Nagi that little mental knife you felt stabbing you in the head has suppressed your power."
"You're lying." Nagi raised a hand, but nothing happened. For the first time since his power manifested, he was truly powerless. "What did you do to me?"
"It's just a little something I was working on," said the doctor. "I found out that certain sound waves can prohibit the power of a psychic. Now, follow me." The silver haired man turned and walked away.
Nagi looked at Omi. The older boy just shrugged his shoulders. Taking the teen by the hand, the two boys followed the doctor.
xxxxx
After waiting at the airport for nearly two days. The ex-Weiss and ex-Schwartz teams were finally on their way to Hong Kong.
"I hope the boys are all right," said Aya. He was sitting in the seat near the aisle beside Crawford.
"My visions are always accurate. They showed both Nagi and Tsukiyono are fine," said Crawford massaging his eyes. The precog's eyes were red and tired from the constant use of his power.
"By the way, how in the hell did we end up having this plane all to ourselves?" The plane was empty except for the flight crew and the four stewardesses.
Ken was stretched out on the seats sleeping while Farfarello was in the seat behind him. The Irishman stroked the sleeping man's hair.
"You have me to thank for getting us all this privacy," said Schuldig sitting on the arm of the seat across from where the two leaders were sitting. "I made everyone think the flight was canceled. Don't you just love it when things go your way?" The German winked at him and got up. He walked toward the restroom in the back of the plane. "Speaking of things going my way."
"Why is he so happy?" Aya frowned after the man.
"It seems there's this cat he's had his eyes on for a long time." Bradley turned off his laptop and closed it. Placing the computer on the seat in front of him, he turned the overhead light off and reclined in his seat. "I'm tired. I'm going to take a nap."
Aya sighed and looked around the empty plane. He caught sight of the Irishman still stroking Ken's hair. The man looked up at Aya with his one good eye smiling. Then he returned his attention back to stroking Ken's hair. Aya shook his head. He was beginning to think that the ex-Schwartz members were trying to make them their pets. He sighed and leaned back in his seat. Closing his eyes, he let exhaustion take over as he fell into a sound sleep.
xxxxx
Schuldig waited outside the bathroom a few minutes listening to Yohji's thoughts.
'That big, stupid jerk. Running up and down the aisle like a child . . . But still, he seemed so at ease with himself. Hm, if that bastard ever found out that I think he's totally hot, he would never let me forget it. He'd probably pounce on me every chance he gets.'
Schuldig frowned when the blond man mind went blank for a few seconds. His frown was replaced by a shark like grin when Yohji's thoughts echoed in his head.
'But then I guess that wouldn't be such a bad thing.' The blond giggled. 'If his kiss is any indication of the kind of lover, he truly is. Fuck, the man must be a god in the bedroom . . . Shit, just thinking about him is making me hard.'
"Now is the time to make my move." Schuldig opened the door and arched a brow as he watched the blond with his hand down the front of his pants. The red head stood in the doorway smirking at his soon to be lover. He had to bit his lower lip to stop himself from laughing at the comical look of being caught on the blond's pretty face.
"Perhaps I can help you with that." He closed the door and locked it behind him. 'Can't have any of the others walking in on us.' He walked over to Yohji and got to his knees. Slapping the blonde's hand out of the way, he unzipped the jeans. Yohji sighed in relief as the German tugged the blond's erection out of the tight confines of his jeans.
"You've been dying for this haven't you, pussycat." Schuldig's tongue darted out and wrapped around the head of Yohji's cock.
Yohji sucked in a deep breath as he felt himself being swallowed by the red head German. He watched in fascination as his hard erection disappeared into the mouth of the foreigner. His tongue slid up and down the length of Yohji's rigid arousal. Schuldig moved lower to lick and suck Yohji's balls. He took hold of the blonde's cock and pumped him ever so slow.
Yohji could barely think as the other man did the most amazing things with his tongue. Schuldig's tongue darted out of his mouth to lap up the precum that was trickling from the slit in the head of the blonde's cock. He grabbed the red head by the hair and thrust his throbbing arousal into the man's mouth. Oh God that felt so good. Schuldig looked so hot and sexy with the other man's cock in his mouth.
He moaned in protest when Schuldig moved that lovely mouth of his away. He pulled Yohji's pants down and the blond kicked them into the corner.
Schuldig stood up and turned Yohji around to face the mirror. He pushed the Japanese man forward until he was leaning over the sink, and his face was pressed against the mirror.
The German unzipped his pants and pulled his stiff cock out of its confinement. Yohji gasped as the other man rubbed the head of his erection teasingly around the entrance of his anus. Schuldig reached over to the left side of the wall and squeezed some liquid soap out of the soap dispenser. He rubbed the orange colored soap up and down the length of his cock. Then he rubbed his soapy hand over the entrance of Yohji's ass teasingly. Before he knew anything, Schuldig had slipped a finger in his pussycat's ass.
Yohji groaned as his breathing became heavy. In and out, around and around. Then he slipped in another, and finally a third. His fingers went deep into the blond making him twitch as he stroked his prostates. Yohji moaned and quivered beneath the writhing fingers as he pushed back against the digits impaling himself on them.
"Does that feel good, my pretty kitty?" He asked huskily against Yohji's ear.
"Yes, Oh God it feels so good. More. I want more." He pleaded to the red head.
Schuldig removed his fingers and grabbed Yohji by the hips. Yohji's eyes widened in shock when he felt something hard at the entrance to his ass. He nearly cried out when he felt the hardness push into him. He bit down on his bottom lip to stop the scream that was about to burst from his lips. The German eased his way in. He stopped to give Yohji a chance to adjust to the invasion. Then he continued until he was buried deep inside his blond pussycat.
"Does it hurt?" Schuldig asked, but he did not move.
Yohji took a couple of deep breaths and shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Just move, dammit!"
He smiled. "You are an anxious little kitty."
"Just shut the hell up and fuck me!" Yohji pushed back against the German. "Please."
"Du brauchst nur fragen." Schuldig began to move with slow, deep thrusts, which had the other squirming. The German's hand pushed up Yohji's shirt and he began to pinch and tug at his nipples. Yohji squeaked as he pushed back to meet the thrusts. Schuldig leaned forward to nip and suck at the back of Yohji's neck. He pulled painfully hard at the other's hard nipples.
"Shit! Move faster." Yohji clawed at the mirror as his breath fogged up the glass. He propped one leg upon the sink. It was an uncomfortable position, but he didn't mind as the thrusts went deep hitting his prostate. "Oh God, yes!"
Schuldig quickly covered the blond's mouth with his hand. "Nicht so laut, pussykatzchen. Remember, there's only a handful of us onboard. Do you want them to hear us?" He laughed huskily and nibbled at the other's earlobe.
His thrusts became faster as he felt the pressure building at the base of his cock. Yohji was stroking his own erection when the foreigner knocked his hand away.
"Let me." He began to stoke his pussycat's aching cock in time with his thrusts. Finally, it became too much for Yohji to hold back. He erupted like a volcano as his semen spurted into the sink and over Schuldig's hand.
As the muscles around the German's cock contracted, he thrust a few more times before he at last flowed into Yohji. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed against Yohji's back panting in exhaustion. Yohji couldn't say anything. He just stood there looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Now wasn't that fun." Schuldig kissed the back of his neck making the blond man shiver from the contact.
'Damn, that was so fucking incredible. I wonder if he would do this again. Or since he has gotten what he wanted, will he leave me.' Yohji snorted sarcastically. 'Well, it wouldn't be the first time.'
Schuldig frowned at the other man's train of thought. 'Was he expecting me to just slap him on the ass and say, thanks for the fuck, and then pay no more attention to him?' Shit! His little blond pussycat was by far the sexiest, desirable, beautiful man in the world. Any man who would just simply fuck him and leave is a damn fool. And he wasn't about to let HIS pussycat roam the alley. His pussycat will be HIS house cat.
Schuldig smirked. "You know this means no more dating other people." He watched the puzzled look mask his new lover's face.
"But I figured you . . . "
". . . Wanted a quick fuck and then we go our separate way." The German finished for him. He kissed his new lover on the cheek. "Oh no, you are mine, and I will kill anyone if they try to take you away from me." He watched as Yohji's mind began to comprehend what the other was saying.
Yohji turned to face his German lover, and smiled. "Does this possession goes both ways? Will you become mine?"
" Don't be silly," Schuldig, snorted matter-of-factly.
"Why you creepy little, red head . . . "
The German grabbed Yohji's hands and pinned them behind his back. "I was only joking, mein geliebt." He laughed softly. "I belong only to you." He pressed his lips against Yohji's for a brief but thorough kiss.
He reached behind the blond man and grabbed a handful of paper towels. Turning on the faucet, he stuck the paper towels under the water wetting them. Then he began to wipe his limp cock and shoved it back into his pants. Tossing the paper towels away, he zipped up his pants and turned his attention to Yohji. Schuldig wet the more of the paper towels, and preceded to clean up the evidence of their lovemaking from his lover's body.
Tossing the towels in the trash can, he bends down to retrieve Yohji's jeans and reached them to the blond. "I should let you get dressed." He kissed Yohji again, unlocked the door and closed it when he walked out.
'Stupid idiot.' Tears streamed down Yohji's face. He began to laugh. He couldn't help it. He was happy, so very happy. He thought that he would never be happy again after Asuka died but now here he stands looking at his smiling face in the mirror. Maybe life wasn't mocking him, and he truly could be happy again. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Yohji pulled on his pants and went out to find his new lover.
Schuldig was sitting at the rear waiting for him to come out. Yohji sat down next to him and leaned back in the seat. Just before, he drifted off to sleep. He felt a hand rest comfortingly on top of his.
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German translation: Du brauchst nur fragen-----You only have to ask
Nicht so laut, pussykatzchen-------Not so loud, pussycat
