Overflowing Lust (30Kisses Challenge)
Title: Overflowing Lust
Author: shoujo_bubbles
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Nagi Naoe x Omi Tsukiyono
List and Theme #/name: 30kisses #27/overflow
Rating: Explicit (brief graphic explanation of oral sex), yaoi
Summary: Omi is overcome with lust for Nagi, but is unwilling to do anything about it. One day, Nagi speaks to him for the first time, but Omi's not sure what he wishes to talk about.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
There was something about Nagi Naoe that Omi Tsukiyono liked. He wasn't sure if he could pinpoint the exact feature of the boy's outward appearance or personality that he found so appealing. In fact, one might even assume that Omi shouldn't find Nagi so inciting. He was the enemy after all, but that didn't seem to matter nearly as much as it probably should have.
Even if Nagi wasn't his enemy, it's not like the two ever really spoke to each other. They had shared a few glances during class or in the hallways, but that was it. The quiet demeanor of the boy, and his occasional spouts of sarcasm at certain teachers could have been enough to scare Omi away completely.
The light golden brunette, however, was drawn to Nagi's display of personality, and the sheer fact that in some ways it was almost like Nagi was a bad boy. Omi didn't want to try to fit stereotypes, but he couldn't help it this case.
Omi sat in his chair, clicking away at his laptop and waiting for the day to start. He was always the first one there for homeroom. As he typed away, he didn't hear the soft footsteps coming into the room that indicated another person's arrival. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of dark brown hair. He breathed in deeply at this, trying to keep his eyes focused on the screen. He had completely forgotten what he was doing, though he should have expected it. This was how things went every morning.
Nagi would come in before anyone else, he'd make his way to his seat, then sit there silently until homeroom was over. It was when Omi saw the first flash of color from his hair that made him lose it.
Pretty much every ounce of logic he had dissipated from his mind. He could almost feel the blood flowing through him heat up as he fought back the shivers that dared to overcome him. Seeing Nagi made him think of the dreams he had, and Omi could barely control himself once those thoughts came over him. His passion wanted to overflow out of him. His body screamed at him to throw himself at Nagi, and to be completely honest, he wasn't sure how he hadn't done it yet.
Writhing bodies intertwine with one another as lips meet and hands wander. Nagi flips Omi over so that's he underneath him, and slowly strips him of his clothing. Beads of sweat drip down Omi's forehead as he watches the boy on top of him gingerly remove his pants.
He lets out a little groan when he feels his erection free itself from the bonds of his pants and boxers, then moans loudly when a warm tongue circles the tip. He gasps when his member disappears between soft lips, not being able to resist the urge to buck his hips into the hot, wet mouth.
"Falling asleep?"
Omi nearly fell out of his chair as he yelped from hearing Nagi's voice. His eyes flew open to see Nagi sitting in the chair of the desk in front of him. He was sitting backwards so he was facing Omi. A smirk covered his face, while one eyebrow was raised. Omi cursed himself for reacting so openly to being shocked, a hint of a blush rising on his face.
"I guess so," Nagi said in a snide sort of way, tapping the top of his chair.
Omi honestly didn't know what to say. He knew he had a dumbfounded look on his face, along with a blush. Sometimes he really hated himself.
"Aren't you even going to say hi?" Nagi asked, trying to put a look of hurt on his face.
"Sorry," Omi said quickly. "How are you?"
Nagi gave him a little smile. "And you're just as polite as ever. I'm fine, and I have a reason to be talking to you, so you can stop being so surprised."
Omi gave him a funny look, thinking that he couldn't be unsurprised even if he wanted to. Just as Nagi opened his mouth to speak again, a group of girls came into the room. One of them gave the boys a funny look, but Nagi just ignored her.
"You should meet me outside of the boy's locker room at lunch," Nagi said to him, getting up from the seat and making his way back to his own.
Omi simply stared at the back of Nagi's head, still curious as to why the boy had come over to speak to him. He had no idea what Nagi wished to discuss with him, leaving him anxious and confused.
+ + + +
Omi wanted to spin the clock's hands around in each class so that it would be closer to lunch time. Each class seemed like something of an eternity to him, and in the two classes that he had with Nagi, the boy hadn't made eye contact with him or spoke to him. He was wary of going somewhere alone with him, but he was anxious to know what Nagi could possibly want from him.
At the end of his chemistry class, Omi swiftly packed up his papers and books into his backpack. He then hurried through the halls towards the locker rooms, hoping that he didn't look too desperate. Desperate for what, he really wasn't sure. What did he think that Nagi wanted from him? Or did he even want anything from him? He kept telling himself that he would never actually be lucky enough to get the things he wanted from Nagi, that those things were only dreams. And dreams were just fantasy...not something that really happened.
When he was just about to round the corner beside the boys locker room, he slowed his pace, trying to seem more calm and relaxed. He smiled to himself when he saw Nagi leaning up against a wall, waiting for him. Once he reached him, Nagi grabbed his hand and started walking quickly towards a set of doors to exit the school. Omi let himself be dragged away at first, but when they reached the doors, he tugged trying to make Nagi pause.
"Where are we going?" Omi asked firmly.
Nagi gave him a snide little smile, looking back at him and slowing their speed, but not stopping. "I'd rather talk with you outside...if that's okay?"
Omi gave him a funny look, as if to say, "No thank you, I'd rather not be ambushed by you and your teammates."
"It's safe, I promise," Nagi said, smiling genuinely, pulling him along.
Omi sighed to himself. He didn't really feel like anything bad was going to happen, but he didn't like letting his guard down.
Nagi led them to an area of the building where a rectangular shaped area cut into the side of building, that they could sit or stand in, but remain unseen. There were a few scraps of metal left behind on the grass that looked like some sort of a furnace or heater had been there at some point. Nagi let go of his hand once they were at the end of the space. Omi set his bag down, giving Nagi a nervous look.
"I wanted to tell you something, Omi, but I'm not really sure how to put it."
Omi shifted a little, maintaining eye contact with him. He remained silent, not sure what to say. How was he supposed to know what Nagi wanted to tell him?
Nagi reached forward to let his fingers trail across Omi's slightly. He looked down, closing his eyes. "For the past month, Schuldig's been trying to drive me slowly insane by telling me about these dreams you have."
Omi backed into the wall, trying to get as far away from Nagi as he could. He breathed raggedly, not being able to hide the embarrassment in his face. An absolute invasion of his privacy had led to the one person he never wanted to learn of his desires to find out about them. He wasn't really sure if Nagi was trying to say anything else, for a loud pounding was erupting in his ears. Why would Nagi even confront him about this, rather than just leave it alone?
"Omi..." Nagi had his hands on Omi's shoulders, trying to break him out of his state of shock.
With the contact, Omi looked at him, wanting to run away.
"Are you listening to me at all?"
Omi shook his head.
"You should let me finish before you ignore me," Nagi said, a worried expression outlined on his face. "I was telling you that...those things that Schuldig tells me about. It drives me crazy."
"Crazy?" Omi asked quizzically, noting that Nagi's hands were still on his shoulders.
Nagi nodded. "He reminds me on a daily basis that I don't...that I don't, can't have you."
Omi blinked at him, relaxing slightly. "You want me?"
Nagi smiled, nodding again. "I was never sure how to tell you. I assumed with the ways things are between us, it could never work."
"I'd like to try," Omi said in barely a whisper, amazed at his new found bravery.
Nagi leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Good. I can't make any promises about keeping Schuldig away though. He only told me about your dreams because he knows about mine."
Omi couldn't suppress the giggle that came out of his mouth. They'd both been having the same types of dreams, something he didn't expect at all. Well, at least he wasn't going to feel as awkward in classes now...or maybe whatever their relationship turned into would overflow into a rage of passion that would drive him insane throughout the day. Either way, he couldn't fight his hormones even if he wanted to, and now, he didn't want to at all.
Author: shoujo_bubbles
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Nagi Naoe x Omi Tsukiyono
List and Theme #/name: 30kisses #27/overflow
Rating: Explicit (brief graphic explanation of oral sex), yaoi
Summary: Omi is overcome with lust for Nagi, but is unwilling to do anything about it. One day, Nagi speaks to him for the first time, but Omi's not sure what he wishes to talk about.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
There was something about Nagi Naoe that Omi Tsukiyono liked. He wasn't sure if he could pinpoint the exact feature of the boy's outward appearance or personality that he found so appealing. In fact, one might even assume that Omi shouldn't find Nagi so inciting. He was the enemy after all, but that didn't seem to matter nearly as much as it probably should have.
Even if Nagi wasn't his enemy, it's not like the two ever really spoke to each other. They had shared a few glances during class or in the hallways, but that was it. The quiet demeanor of the boy, and his occasional spouts of sarcasm at certain teachers could have been enough to scare Omi away completely.
The light golden brunette, however, was drawn to Nagi's display of personality, and the sheer fact that in some ways it was almost like Nagi was a bad boy. Omi didn't want to try to fit stereotypes, but he couldn't help it this case.
Omi sat in his chair, clicking away at his laptop and waiting for the day to start. He was always the first one there for homeroom. As he typed away, he didn't hear the soft footsteps coming into the room that indicated another person's arrival. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of dark brown hair. He breathed in deeply at this, trying to keep his eyes focused on the screen. He had completely forgotten what he was doing, though he should have expected it. This was how things went every morning.
Nagi would come in before anyone else, he'd make his way to his seat, then sit there silently until homeroom was over. It was when Omi saw the first flash of color from his hair that made him lose it.
Pretty much every ounce of logic he had dissipated from his mind. He could almost feel the blood flowing through him heat up as he fought back the shivers that dared to overcome him. Seeing Nagi made him think of the dreams he had, and Omi could barely control himself once those thoughts came over him. His passion wanted to overflow out of him. His body screamed at him to throw himself at Nagi, and to be completely honest, he wasn't sure how he hadn't done it yet.
Writhing bodies intertwine with one another as lips meet and hands wander. Nagi flips Omi over so that's he underneath him, and slowly strips him of his clothing. Beads of sweat drip down Omi's forehead as he watches the boy on top of him gingerly remove his pants.
He lets out a little groan when he feels his erection free itself from the bonds of his pants and boxers, then moans loudly when a warm tongue circles the tip. He gasps when his member disappears between soft lips, not being able to resist the urge to buck his hips into the hot, wet mouth.
"Falling asleep?"
Omi nearly fell out of his chair as he yelped from hearing Nagi's voice. His eyes flew open to see Nagi sitting in the chair of the desk in front of him. He was sitting backwards so he was facing Omi. A smirk covered his face, while one eyebrow was raised. Omi cursed himself for reacting so openly to being shocked, a hint of a blush rising on his face.
"I guess so," Nagi said in a snide sort of way, tapping the top of his chair.
Omi honestly didn't know what to say. He knew he had a dumbfounded look on his face, along with a blush. Sometimes he really hated himself.
"Aren't you even going to say hi?" Nagi asked, trying to put a look of hurt on his face.
"Sorry," Omi said quickly. "How are you?"
Nagi gave him a little smile. "And you're just as polite as ever. I'm fine, and I have a reason to be talking to you, so you can stop being so surprised."
Omi gave him a funny look, thinking that he couldn't be unsurprised even if he wanted to. Just as Nagi opened his mouth to speak again, a group of girls came into the room. One of them gave the boys a funny look, but Nagi just ignored her.
"You should meet me outside of the boy's locker room at lunch," Nagi said to him, getting up from the seat and making his way back to his own.
Omi simply stared at the back of Nagi's head, still curious as to why the boy had come over to speak to him. He had no idea what Nagi wished to discuss with him, leaving him anxious and confused.
+ + + +
Omi wanted to spin the clock's hands around in each class so that it would be closer to lunch time. Each class seemed like something of an eternity to him, and in the two classes that he had with Nagi, the boy hadn't made eye contact with him or spoke to him. He was wary of going somewhere alone with him, but he was anxious to know what Nagi could possibly want from him.
At the end of his chemistry class, Omi swiftly packed up his papers and books into his backpack. He then hurried through the halls towards the locker rooms, hoping that he didn't look too desperate. Desperate for what, he really wasn't sure. What did he think that Nagi wanted from him? Or did he even want anything from him? He kept telling himself that he would never actually be lucky enough to get the things he wanted from Nagi, that those things were only dreams. And dreams were just fantasy...not something that really happened.
When he was just about to round the corner beside the boys locker room, he slowed his pace, trying to seem more calm and relaxed. He smiled to himself when he saw Nagi leaning up against a wall, waiting for him. Once he reached him, Nagi grabbed his hand and started walking quickly towards a set of doors to exit the school. Omi let himself be dragged away at first, but when they reached the doors, he tugged trying to make Nagi pause.
"Where are we going?" Omi asked firmly.
Nagi gave him a snide little smile, looking back at him and slowing their speed, but not stopping. "I'd rather talk with you outside...if that's okay?"
Omi gave him a funny look, as if to say, "No thank you, I'd rather not be ambushed by you and your teammates."
"It's safe, I promise," Nagi said, smiling genuinely, pulling him along.
Omi sighed to himself. He didn't really feel like anything bad was going to happen, but he didn't like letting his guard down.
Nagi led them to an area of the building where a rectangular shaped area cut into the side of building, that they could sit or stand in, but remain unseen. There were a few scraps of metal left behind on the grass that looked like some sort of a furnace or heater had been there at some point. Nagi let go of his hand once they were at the end of the space. Omi set his bag down, giving Nagi a nervous look.
"I wanted to tell you something, Omi, but I'm not really sure how to put it."
Omi shifted a little, maintaining eye contact with him. He remained silent, not sure what to say. How was he supposed to know what Nagi wanted to tell him?
Nagi reached forward to let his fingers trail across Omi's slightly. He looked down, closing his eyes. "For the past month, Schuldig's been trying to drive me slowly insane by telling me about these dreams you have."
Omi backed into the wall, trying to get as far away from Nagi as he could. He breathed raggedly, not being able to hide the embarrassment in his face. An absolute invasion of his privacy had led to the one person he never wanted to learn of his desires to find out about them. He wasn't really sure if Nagi was trying to say anything else, for a loud pounding was erupting in his ears. Why would Nagi even confront him about this, rather than just leave it alone?
"Omi..." Nagi had his hands on Omi's shoulders, trying to break him out of his state of shock.
With the contact, Omi looked at him, wanting to run away.
"Are you listening to me at all?"
Omi shook his head.
"You should let me finish before you ignore me," Nagi said, a worried expression outlined on his face. "I was telling you that...those things that Schuldig tells me about. It drives me crazy."
"Crazy?" Omi asked quizzically, noting that Nagi's hands were still on his shoulders.
Nagi nodded. "He reminds me on a daily basis that I don't...that I don't, can't have you."
Omi blinked at him, relaxing slightly. "You want me?"
Nagi smiled, nodding again. "I was never sure how to tell you. I assumed with the ways things are between us, it could never work."
"I'd like to try," Omi said in barely a whisper, amazed at his new found bravery.
Nagi leaned forward, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Good. I can't make any promises about keeping Schuldig away though. He only told me about your dreams because he knows about mine."
Omi couldn't suppress the giggle that came out of his mouth. They'd both been having the same types of dreams, something he didn't expect at all. Well, at least he wasn't going to feel as awkward in classes now...or maybe whatever their relationship turned into would overflow into a rage of passion that would drive him insane throughout the day. Either way, he couldn't fight his hormones even if he wanted to, and now, he didn't want to at all.