'inner thoughts'

Chapter 4

The doctor led Omi and Nagi to a room at the end of the hall. They went inside and the boys gasped. The room was huge with large colonnades holding up the vaulted ceiling. In the center of the room was a large circular bed with a black satin comforter and white silk sheets. Several satin black and white pillows were scattered on the bed. Propped around the bed were several video cameras and photo cameras.

"Little Nagikins, how wonderful it is to see you again," came a high-pitched voice from the left of them.

The two boys turned to see a man with brown hair, dressed in an ugly, loud color floral shirt. Like Crawford, he was an American, but unlike the precog, this man was not well dressed in a business suit. The man wore the ugly shirt open with a T-shirt underneath, and a pair of baggy blue pants.

"Jemy, you're here as well." Nagi looked at the man in disgust.

Omi noticed the leer in the man's faded brown eyes. He felt a hand tighten around his heart. "Who are you?"

The man turned his lecherous gaze on Omi. "I am Jemy J. Adams, however, you can call me JJ. I use to work for Esset."

"What is this, an Esset agent's convention?" Omi glared at the man. "Why have we been kidnaped?"

"It's called payback, little ones." JJ sat down on the bed. "We are going to teach your respective teams what happens to people that betrays us."

"What are you talking about?" said Nagi.

"We're going to kill your friends," said Muraki. He raked the bang from over his right eye. Both teenagers were shocked to see a light blue eye instead of a gray one. "It's a false eye. A little present I received from both groups. After Weiss interrupted the ceremony and Schwartz betrayed the Elders, I lost my eye when the island sunk beneath the waves."

"Don't fret boys. Once you are no longer of use. You will join your friends in the hereafter," said JJ.

Nagi tightened his grip on Omi's hand.

"Remember Nagikins, the punishment for betrayal is death." The muddy brown hair man leered at them. "But first, you have work to do."

"What do you mean?" asked Omi.

"I have a couple of clients that has a thing for soft, young, pretty boys such as yourselves."

"You sick bastard!" snapped Nagi. JJ only laughed.

"You were only saved because Crawford convinced the Elders that his team needed you, but the stuck up precog can't help you now, Nagikins. You are mine to do with as I please."

Suddenly the man's eyes turned gold like a cat. Seeing what the older man was planning to do, Nagi tried strengthening his shields but, JJ was too strong for the telekinetic to keep out of his mind. Nagi released a strangled sound as he was forced to release Omi's hand and began to undress himself.

"Nagi, what are you doing?" Omi stared at the boy in shock as he stripped before him.

"It's not me." The boy bit out through clenched teeth as he began to unzip his pants.

"He's only doing what I am making him do," said JJ smiling. "You see. My codename is Puppet Master. I can make you dance with my invisible strings."

Nagi stepped behind his friend and began to unbutton his shirt. "I'm sorry Omi."

The older boy wanted to stop him, but he was no match for the psychic freak. Omi felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as his hand moved on their own helping Nagi to undress himself. 'If Nagi couldn't stop him, what hope do I possibly have of stopping him. None.' Omi shivered when the younger boy unzipped his pants and pulled them along with his underwear down his legs. Both teens, naked, moved toward the bed and fell to their knees. They unzipped and unbuttoned JJ's pants and pulled out his erection. Omi and Nagi grimaced as they were forced to lick the length of the man's stiffening cock. Each boy would take turns deep throating him while the other would suck and massage his balls.

Omi hated the man. He hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop this. And he hated himself because he could do nothing to protect Nagi. He looked at the other boy. He could see the fear and disgust present in the telekinetic's eyes. Tears welled up in the corner of the younger teen's eyes and trickled down his cheeks.

"Care to join me doc. We have two fresh, young playmates."

Muraki smiled. "Not now, I have work to do." He turned and let his smile drop from his face. "But do continue with your playtime. I shall return once everything is ready for our guests." The doctor left them alone.

JJ clutched a handful of the boy's hair and yanked their heads back. "The doc is all work and no play at times. Me. I intend to enjoy both of you." He kissed Omi first, and then Nagi. "But for now, you have work to do." He released their hair and both boys went back to giving him a first class blow job. Nagi sucked the thick cock deep into his throat until his nose was buried in the sparse mat of hair around his cock. Both boys worked him good until JJ finally came in Nagi's mouth. Omi lapped up any of the semen that managed to escape from the other boy's mouth.

Nagi wanted to gag and throw up but the bastard wouldn't let him. JJ got off the bed, but the boys sat on the mattress waiting. Tucking himself back into his pants, he got behind the photo camera.

"First, we're going to take some pictures. Then you're going to give a demonstration of you skills for the video."

Nagi released a strangled cry of distress. He didn't want Omi to see him like this. He didn't want anyone but Omi to make love to him. He wanted Omi to do whatever he wished to him but not like this. It's what he has dreamed of since the first time he met the Weiss assassin.

"Don't worry. There won't be any actual intercourse. I have some big spenders that will pay top dollar for some prime virgins."

"You sick fuck. When I get out of here. I'm going to pull your fucking spine out through your ass," raged Omi.

JJ just laughed as he made the boys crawl to the center of the bed. Then they did a number of seductive positions of them touching themselves, touching each other, kissing and so on.

xxxxx

It felt like hours had passed when JJ was finally finish taking pictures and the demo tape. He led the two boys, along with an armed escort to their new room. There was nothing fancy or memorable about the room. It was just an empty room with some pillows and blankets on the floor. In the upper left hand corner was an intercom speaker. There was a mirror on the wall, and the window was bricked up to prevent escape. Nagi sighed. At least they wouldn't be put in the dark again.

The guard shoved the two naked boys into the room.

"I'm sure you boys must be hungry. I'll have something sent to you." JJ slammed the door shut. They heard the distinct sound of a deadbolt lock and a metal bar being dragged across the door.

"JJ, YOU BASTARD!" screamed Omi beating against the door with his fists. "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOUR SCRAWNY NECK . . . !" He didn't finish his sentence although he was sure the other man understood. Not that he was taking Omi's threat seriously. Sighing in disgust, he turned to face his fellow captive.

Omi frowned when he saw Nagi with his forehead pressed against the wall. He walked over to the other teen and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me." The telekinetic jerked away from the hand and turned to face the older boy. Tears flowed from his eyes as the look of hurt and self-loathing masked his face.

"Nagi, what's wrong?"

The younger boy fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands. "How can you stand to be around me?" he sobbed helplessly. "I'm nothing but a worthless, filthy whore."

"That's nonsense. Why should you feel like that?" Omi knelt before the boy. "It's that filthy bastard Adams who should be sorry." He ran his fingers through the telekinetic's soft sable colored hair. "I promise you. He will be sorry."

"You don't understand." Nagi continued to sob uncontrollably. "I wanted you to touch me." He clenched his hands into fists and pushed them against his closed eyelids ashamed. "I wanted you to make love to me. Although JJ was forcing you. I still wanted you to make love to me . . . I'm nothing but trash, worthless trash."

Omi yanked the boy's hands away and slapped him across the face. Nagi's eyes widened as he stared at the older boy in shock. He raised his hand up to his stinging cheek.

"I hope it hurt." Omi clutched the hand he slapped Nagi with into a fist, and turned away. Heknew he shouldn't be angry at the other boy, but it just pissed him off when the telekinetic considered himself worthless. "Don't you every call yourself worthless again." He turned to glare at the telekinetic with an intense stare and grabbed the younger boy by the shoulders and shook him. "You are not worthless and neither are you trash. Dammit Nagi, are you blind? Can't you see I wanted to make love to you also?" Nagi's eyes widened even more in shock. Omi sighed letting the anger drain out of him. "Baka, and it has nothing to do with that freak controlling me." Omi pulled the boy close to him and pressed his lips against Nagi's.

The telekinetic shivered beneath Omi's lips. Omi pulled away. As Nagi opened his eyes, they were filled with love and longing. "You see, I've always wanted you since I first laid eyes upon you." He smiled at the telekinetic, stroking the boy's cheek.

Nagi pressed his cheek into Omi's palm sighing in relief. He turned his head and kissed the palm of the other. The ex Weiss assassin groaned and covered the other boy's mouth with his in a fiery kiss that left them both gasping for breath. Omi's tongue invaded the other's mouth seeking out his tongue.

Omi's hands caressed and smoothed the other's skin lighting fires everywhere he touched. They were still joined at the lips. He led Nagi over to the blankets and laid down. Nagi squirmed beneath the older boy's exploring fingers. He gasped when he felt the other's fingers rub against the sensitive ring of his anus.

"If you are afraid. I will stop right now." Omi smiled down at the younger teen.

"I am a little afraid, but I want this more than anything." Nagi wrapped his arms around the other teen's neck. "Is something wrong?" He frowned.

"It's just that I don't want to hurt you. I. . .uh . . . " stuttered Omi blushing.

"You don't have to worry about me. I know you won't hurt me." Nagi pulled him down and at the same time rolled on top of Omi. Shyly, he wrapped his hand around Omi's stiffening cock and began stroking it slowly. It wasn't quite as big as Bradley's or Schuldig's. Not that either of the men would dream of letting him touch them. Nagi only noticed the differences because he had accidentally walked in on the men either dressing or when they were getting out of the shower.

Nagi watched in fascination as droplets of liquid trickled from the tiny slit in the head of the aroused part. Omi moaned as his heart pounded against his chest. He cried out when he felt the younger boy's mouth devour his throbbing length. His tongue wrapped around Omi's hard erection. Nagi's tongue slid up the length of the other's arousal and down the underside. His other hand massage and caressed his balls until they were pebbles.

Omi squirmed and arched his back off the floor as he thrust his hard erection into the younger teen's hungry mouth. Omi sat up and pulled Nagi's mouth away from him. He kissed Nagi deeply.

"Now it's my turn." Omi nipped and sucked the spot at the base of the telekinetic's throat until a red bruise appeared on his skin.

Somewhere in the back of their minds, a tiny voice was telling them they should be escaping not making out. But they could not help. They had been in denial of their feelings for long, and the intense sexual photo shoot that had them touching the others body had awakened a burning need in both boys that refused to be ignored. So, they ruthlessly squashed the nagging voice telling them to stop. Nagi wanted Omi. Omi wanted Nagi. It was safe to say that neither boy would leave the place untouched by JJ's clients. Nagi would prefer to give himself to the person he loved instead of having it taken away from him by force.

Omi moved lower to the pink nubs of the other's nipples that wanted attention as well. He gently bit and sucked the hardening peaks. Oh God, Nagi felt his senses shatter into a million pieces.

"Omi please. I can't stand this," Nagi rasped out. His body quivered with pent up desires as the older boy's touch seemed to burn his skin.

Omi put two fingers in his mouth wetting them thoroughly. Then he circled the entrance of Nagi's rear. Nagi moaned and shivered as he felt one slick finger push into him. Then he pushed in a second, and the younger boy's back arched off the floor as an animal-like growl slipped from his lips.

Omi thrust his fingers in and out, twisting. Nagi's flushed face was wet with sweat. He cried out in protest when the fingers were removed. His whines were cut off when Omi pressed his lips against his. Wrapping the younger boy's legs around his waist, Omi positioned himself at the other's opening. Nagi screamed when he felt something larger force its way into his tight body. He quickly bit down on his bottom lip holding in the scream. His face twisted in pain, and Omi didn't go any further.

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you, my sweet, but I can't stop."

It took a while before Nagi was able to say anything. The pain and tension in his face eased as he became use to the intrusion in his body.

"Don't stop." Nagi smiled up at him. "If you stop. I'll kill you myself."

Omi smiled as well. "You're such a bad little boy." And he continued to ease himself into the boy until he was deep inside. Damn, the boy was tight, but he did not move. Not until Nagi was ready. He felt so good. Omi fought down the urge to move. Even though he didn't move, the muscles of Nagi's ass squeezed and wrapped around his throbbing cock.

Sweat trickled down the older teen's face as he silently begged the other to say he was ready. Omi didn't know how long he could remain buried in that tight, hot sheath.

"Nagi." There was a pleading note in the other boy's voice. "I don't know how long . . . "

"I'm ready." Nagi finally said panting.

Oh God, what a relief. Omi moved with swift deep thrusts. Nagi cried out in pain and bit his bottom lip. Omi stopped and kissed the tear that slid down his lover's cheek.

"Damn, I'm sorry Nagi. I moved too fast." He wiped away the tears that trickled down his face.

"It's okay." He smiled up at Omi. "I'm just so happy."

Omi thrust in and out never breaking eye contact with his beautiful lover. He leaned down and kissed Nagi. His tongue was like a barbarian forcing its way into the younger boy's mouth plundering it for its sweetness. He clasped his hand around Nagi's stiff cock stroking it up and down in time with his rapid thrusts.

"Nagi, I don't know if I can hold back." Omi pulled and jerked painfully hard on the telekinetic's cock as he felt the pressure build at the base of his own cock.

Nagi screamed as he spurted his semen over their chest, stomach and Omi's hand. After a few quick thrusts, Omi finally spilled his seed into the teen's body. He shuddered and collapsed in exhaustion on top of his lover. Both boys laid there contented in each other's arms as they listened to their rapid breathing and heartbeats return to a normal rhythm.

Sitting up, Omi grabbed one of the pillows and took off the pillowcase. Then he cleaned himself and Nagi up. Lying next to the boy, Nagi wrapped his arms around Omi holding him tightly. Perfect bliss took hold of the younger teen's tired mind as he slowly dozed off to sleep.

xxxxx

Hours later, the two teenagers awakened to find JJ in the room watching them. They sat up with a start. At least Omi did. However, Nagi rose slowly as an unfamiliar pain shot through his body. Omi turned to see his lover wince and groan in pain. Nagi stared in fright clutching the blanket close to himself. Omi glared a death stare at the man, but JJ only laughed.

"I must say you boys put on quite the show. I must have come three times watching you." He pointed to the mirror hanging on the wall. "It's a two-way mirror. You two boys were so cute. Having sex for the first time."

"You disgusting, filthy pervert." Omi leaped to his feet and charged at the man. "I'm going to . . ." But suddenly, he froze dead in his tracks.

JJ walked passed the older teen and stood before Nagi. "You should really learn to be quiet like little Nagikins . . . Hold out your hands."

Obeying without hesitation, the younger boy held out both hands. The man placed a bag of food in his hand.

"The kitchen is being repaired. So you will have to settle for take-out." He winked at Nagi. "I'm sure you can use it now," the man turned and walked back to Omi. Stopping, he turned to face the former assassin and whispered in the boy's ear. "Anymore outbursts like you've been showing, and I shall make sure you never see Nagikins again. Do I make myself clear?"

Omi grunted. The man grabbed Omi by the chin and dug his nails into the boy's flesh drawing blood.

"I said, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, dammit." Omi wanted to shake the hand away from him, but Puppet Master still held him in his power. 'Just you wait you sick bastard, I swear when you least expect it I will kill you.'

"That's better." He released Omi's chin and released him from his paralysis. "Now enjoy your meal. I was going to wait a while before I put you to work. But you two are more than ready for some adult action." He walked out of the room laughing.

Nagi burst into tears. Omi knelt beside him and held him tight in his arms. "Please don't cry, Nagi. I'll think of something. I promise."