«You Smile Too Much at Naoe-san», a Weiss Kreuz one shot Fanfic.

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You Smile Too Much at Naoe-san

Written by Yami no Tsubasa
Pairing: Omi Tsukiyono/Nagi Naoe
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: R (it's a ONESHOT!!!!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own then and I already forgot who does. Someone in Japan. I’m making no money out of this.
Summary: The Weiss have noticed their younger one smiles too much at the younger Schwartz.

It was a little glance each time they met, each time they were around each other. That little glance came always with the tiniest smile from him. He didn’t really meant to smile at him, but he couldn’t help it. All in all, in his silence, in his awkwardness, the boy look so fragile, so lost, so alienated from himself... almost like a little bunet copy of their Aya. He hoped it wasn’t another mindgame from their telepath, their „Mastermind”, but he couldn’t really rip his eyes from him. Then came the boy’s involvement with the looney little Schreient, Tot. Yes he knew about it, and with some resentment, he followed that relationship. He thought perhaps the lost of Ouka made him sensitive to his counterpart’s better luck with love. Tot was his age, just like Ouka-chan, and the young telepath was two years younger than them. It kept him thinking. The Schreient was older than him. The Schreient, unlike him, was his ally. They were on the same side. And who was on the right side here? Then Tot died. He suffered. He saw that and he couldn’t believe he had ever harbored ill feelings towards his relationship with the half-brained chick. It was a relationship, a saner one in any case tham that he had with Ouka. He would have wanted to hug him, give him some comfort, but it wasn’t his place. He wanted to think his team mates would tend his emotional scars. But then again, with a Farfarello around, could he trust them to take care of his heart?

After this, he offered all the comfort he could through smiles, and there he became clumsy. Indigo eyes pooled on his and that sweet child’s face was started at looking at him. They fought against each other, somehow always paired that way, the telekinetic and the arrow boy, and there was something in those tender, honest blue that always startled him. He was a little careless about it, thinking nothing about his smiles, his smiles as they met in the battlefield, his smiles as they occasionally meat in the street. He thought them to be part of his private world. Naoe-san didn’t seemed to mind.

„Omi t’chi,” Yohji’s arm came around his neck as they closed the store for the day. „how about we go fetch you something nice?”

The young Weiss turned looking at him puzzled.

„Is there something you wish to tell me, Yotan?”

The older blond smiled at him and pulled him closer.

„You might have something to tell us.”

The younger one kept his smile but knitted his eyebrows.

„I don’t get it.”
„Well, you have been smiling an awful lot to Naoe-san. Something you want to tell us?”

Cold run down his back. Aya and Ken looked at him. So his smiles weren’t as secret as he wanted them to be. Yohji was confident and playful still hugging his neck.

„Well, he is young and beautiful... though too young for me...”
„And boy...” Omi blushed, reminding the older blond’s trademark line about liking only women over eighteen.
„And a Schwartz.” Aya added in a cutting tone of voice.

It sent the chill down then young blond’s spine. There was a secret chat between the older one, still hugging protectively the younger one, and the redhead.

„Do you like the Schwartz boy?” Ken leaned closer.

Omi would have wanted to say no, but he suddenly found himself unable to say it. Did he liked Nagi? Was that it? He liked him?

„He’s enemy.” Aya stated.

Omi just shrunk against Yohji’s chest. The older blond got it and stopped his other team mates, then turning to the boy.

„It’s okay if you like him, or if you like anyone else... boy, girl, ally, enemy... it’s okay, you can.”
„Only be careful, okay?” Ken added.

Omi was wordless. He looked at this team mates and nodded. They let him go, but not the clear idea they had put in his head. Did he like Naoe-san?

He was two years younger. He was a telekinetic, an excellent hacker, a loner, a teen... and enemy. All the information he knew about him swirled in his mind, so he never noticed it when he bumped into him.

It was night, it was one of the most busy, most fashionable quarters of Tokyo. Shibuya. He was on his mind, now he, Omi was on his foot, Nagi’s. He quickly stepped back, but a hand reached for the telekinetic’s arm holding him.

„Gomen nasai!!! I wasn’t watching!! Are you okay?”

Indigo pools searched him, didn’t move, just stood there.

„I’m fine.”

Omi stopped for a minute. Nagi stood still there, unmoving, watching him... beautiful. Yes, he was fine. Omi’s hand went up and his thumb caressed the telekinetic’s jaw.

„That’s good.”
„You hurt me.”

Indigo pools still looked at him, but all emotions were locked. People were passing by, pushing them. Omi pulled him into an alley full with colorful lights and stores.

„I’m sorry for that, Nagi-kun.”
„You hurt Tot, too.”

He didn’t have an answer to that. He pulled him deeper into the alley, just a few steps into there where the lights lost their shine. Nagi went with him obediently. There he held him close. He wanted to say „I didn’t mean to”, but he couldn’t. He wanted to promise him he would never hurt him, but he couldn’t. Both his hands held that pretty brunet head and pulled it from next his head to before his face. He thought he would find the right words to say looking into his indigo pools, but it wasn’t so. He found himself then pulling that face to his. His skin was soft and clean, and it smelled good. His cheeks was peachy, his nose bumped against his and his lips... they were so soft to peck. He pecked them once, and then a second time pressing his mouth to them for a longer time. And then he realized what he was doing, and let him go.

„I... I’m so sorry, Naoe-kun... I shouldn’t have...” he tried to explain, again reaching for his upper arm. He couldn’t let go of the telekinetic. This blinked calmly, but didn’t broke away.

„Tot has been the only one to kiss me.”

Omi grabbed his face and kissed him again, harder, but then let him go. He couldn’t do that.

„I’m so sorry... I don’t know what I’m doing... I’m so sorry.”

Nagi was still unmoving, unfazed.

„Crawford says, ultimately we will be yours.”

In the middle of his shame and confusion, he woke up confused. He pulled the younger teen to his chest walking deeper into the alley and looking around, trying to locate his teammates. Of course, why would he be there alone? Nagi went with him until Omi let him go and holding his shoulders at arms legth, he looked into his eyes.

„Weiss’ you mean? What do you mean „ours”?”

Nagi shook his head.

„Nor t Weiss’, yours. We are Takatori property, just like Weiss is. We will belong to you, when you no longer call yourself Tsukiyono, but Takatori.”

Omi straightened and stepped back.

„That’s a name I’ll never take.”

Nagi stepped closer, searching his eyes.

„I know what Crawford says, and he said we will all be yours.”

Omi shook his head. Crawford should know, he was the foreseer.

„Why are you telling me this?”

Indigo was still on him. Indigo was calm and void of emotions.

„Do you hate me, Naoe-kun?” he pulled him closer.

He wasn’t telling him a thing. Some steps more and they were in a gap between two shops, in the dark, hidden behind large, rich clusters of all kinds of wonderful toys and goods. He pulled him closer and kissed him again. This time Nagi answered him, placing his hands on Omi’s thin waist. The blond pulled him closer into an embrace and deepened their kiss.

„Don’t hate me, Nagi-kun... don’t hate me...”
„Why ...” the brunet broke from him looking into his eyes, but this time he couldn’t stop his feelings from going to his indigo pools. „Why you killed Tot-chan? She’s like me... she’s like me.”

Omi hugged him hard to his chest and buried his face into Nagi’s bony shoulder.

„It was a battle... we had to... I’m sorry.”
„Are you going to kill me? Because I’m like her?”

Omi pulled him again at arms length and looked gravely into his eyes.

“No Nagi. No. Hasn’t Crawford told you that?”

The brunet telekinetic looked away.

“He said… you will protect me. I will serve you, protect you, and you will protect me… but why you took Tot away?”

Omi caressed his beautiful face.

“It was nothing against you, Nagi-kun.”

This time the brunet closed the gap between them. He stared at Omi’s mouth, measuring him up as if he wanted to kiss him, but he dropped his attempt and leaned against him. Omi embraced him and kissed his ear.

“I’ve… never been good at… kissing.” The little burnet admitted. “I hurt… Tot when I tried to.”

Omi smiled and hugged him closer.

“She meant a lot to you, right?”
“We were alike. Broken, unloved by everybody… but our teams.”

He could understand that.

“You are not broken, Nagi-kun.”
“I am.”

He turned to the long locks of toys and made a little white plus tiger detach and fly to his hands. The little stuffed toy turned in his hand and then he pressed it into Omi’s hand.

“See? I’m a monster. A demon. Only other monsters like Schwartz love me. Monsters like Schreient.”

Omi turned his face in his hands, the little tiger pressing against one peachy cheek.

“A monster like a Takatori?” he asked him.

Indigo answered with silence loaded with something like hope. Omi pulled him close and kissed him. Their mouths were soft and tender on each other. Nagi pulled closer, smothering his body against the Weiss, eager and heating up. A lot of questions and words remained in the air as they went kissing, slowly feeling up each other. The little tiger rolled between Omi’s fingers caressing he side of Nagi’s face and then down his neck. The plush of it teased the sensitive skin of the untouched, virgin telekinetic so much, he had to take it from the hands of the Weiss and pushed it into the pocket of his jacket. Smiling, Omi pulled away a little and traced Nagi’s plump, warm lips with the tip of his index finger.

“You can kiss me.”

Those long indigo eyes stared at him a little bit scare, insecure. Omi caressed his jaw smiling.

“You can do it… just take it at your time. Don’t rush it, and don’t think too much on it.”

Nagi nodded and pulled closer. Long eyebrows hooded his eyes. He put his left index finger on Omi’s mouth as if to locate it and then pulled closer almost closing his eyes.

“Nagi-kun,” Omi breathed as their lips almost touched. “You are not a monster.”

The telekinetic stopped and looked up into his eyes.

“Neither are you, Takatori Mamoru-san.”

Their lips met and their eyes closed. Omi took his old name from those lips and Nagi took his words. They ate them away from their mouths, heat up and believed. Nagi had the certainty of what Crawford had told him. He had promised him Omi would take care of him and never let him meet harm. Now, as the white killer opened his white school uniform and touched his skin, he believed it. His hands slid off the Weiss his layered clothes and his warm rose and carnation scent peeled from it. He was soft and molded to him, covered him against the cold of the alley. His arms surrounded him as Nagi lowered from his mouth down his chin to his neck. Little moans came from him and made Omi smile. His body radiated heat towards the younger teen having a taste of his body, his hands insecure as they went down on him, all the way to his waist and stopping there. It was Omi who took his hand and made him fondle his balls.

“Hnnn…”

The younger teen pressed against him trapping their hands between their crotched and rubbing up against the back of Omi’s hand. It made them both a bit bolder and hornier… if that was possible. The older teen freed himself from his pants springing into the hand of the younger one. Nagi looked up at him a little scared, and his mouth was received in a kiss. Omi’s hands were fast on him, loosening up Nagi’s pants and dropping his own. He wasn’t Yohji, he didn’t carry condoms or lube on him all the time… maybe he should, so he licked his fingers and pushed them up his own ass to prepare himself for the Schwartz. He pumped himself slowly and steadily, reaching as far as he could inside him. He wasn't one to go around and have loads of sex, so he needed to make his body ready. He could only assume Nagi was virgin, but he had no idea how actually educated he was on the matter. He wanted to make it as easy as he could for him. For some strange reason he wanted to protect this boy, and he wanted to place himself in his care. His teammates would berate him for this, after they had told him to be careful, but what could he do now? He just wanted Nagi to feel well.

“Do you… want to have my back, Nagi-kun?”

He turned to the wall offering himself to the brunet. His soft, white flesh was velvety in the dim light that leaked from the badly lighted alley. Nagi watched him and caressed his white butt. He had never expected so mush trust from the one they used to fight. Up to then he have never truly believed Crawford's words even if they always turned to be true. His fingers traced the swell on one had asscheek and curved under it groping it. Omi smiled and pushed back into his hand. He turned his face to him with a smile. That smile. He had always smiled at him. He could undestand now that he had cared for him... in his own way.

“You…” he pulled him from the wall and pushing himself there. “You… keep me safe… please?”

Shyly he reached for Omi’s mouth before pulling down his pants to his thighs and turning to the wall. Touched, Omi kissed the nape of his neck and made him face him.

“I’m keeping you safe… and I won’t work behind your back, Nagi-kun.”

He went down on him, taking in a torso that had taken too much abuse in his short years, too many scars and slid the thin skin, the thin frame and the poking out ribs and hip bones. He made it to the hard lined valley of his lower ab and followed a shy happy path to his handsome cock. He slicked his fingers in saliva and then, as he kissed the cock before his nose, he eased into the tight heat of the telekinetic’s ass. The muscled twitched as he touched it and it demanded some massaging and rubbing, distracting him lapping the tip of his hard, young dick. His ass gave in slowly relaxing to his touch until it let one finger in and then a second one. The brunet was a little uncomfortable, and he let it know with a little grow. Omi answered taking his cock into his mouth sucking it, making Nagi rock into his mouth and back then, pushing himself onto the Weiss’ fingers. Omi twisted his fingers inside him touching something that made him scream of pleasure. Shyly he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to keep it low as the blond worked him, suckling his cock’ spongy head, milking drops of precum from it. His lips then lowered on its shaft wrapping them around it taking inch after inch into his throat until his nose hit the brunet’s scarce pubic hair.

“Hnnnn…. Ahhh…. Tak-… Ma-… moru-ch-… chan!”

Omi salivated around him, slicking his mouth to make him slide easier, egging him to trust back onto his fingers. The young telekinetic felt his body charge up and it was almost like reading up to explode and destroy Tokyo, but it wasn’t … so negative. It felt so good.

“Hnnn… Mamo… chan… feels… good… Mamo-cha~n…!”

Omi slid off him and stood up gathering up his face and kissing deeply is mouth.

“My name is Omi…”
“It’s not…” Nagi insisted moaning complaining as Omi also withdrew his fingers out of him.

Omi pecked his upper lip and his nose.

“Just… call me that… for a while, okay?”

Nagi nodded as Omi lifted him up a little. He locked his legs around him and the let the blond slide him down slowly on his cock. It hurt and burned at the beginning, but this Weiss lover was patient and gentle as he held him with a strength that wasn’t that much enough but he made it enough to hold his weight. He eased him down carefully, sitting his cold butts on his arm, holding him as he moved inside him and filled him with himself. Perhaps it was one of the brunet’s powers, perhaps it was some wicked trap, but Omi felt sure they fit each other perfectly. The boy was far more powerful than him, and could literally eliminate him with a thought, and yet he curled up at him, to him asking his protection. His thin arms held him tight as he took him deeper and made him ride his hardness, kissed his face and swallowed his little cries of pleasure as they came out of his lovely pale lips. His body was charging up, and he could feel Nagi’s heavy with pent up energy. He wondered for a second if this was yet again another of his powers.

His cock slid in and out of him easily now, rubbing up and stimulating the telekinetic’s prostate with each stroke, loading him with more and more pleasure until his teen body was filled and bursting out in big, generous globs.

“Come Nagi… come with me…”

The brunet held himself tighter to his body and buried his face in his neck.

“Omi-chan!!”

They came undone not at the same time, but quite close. Nagi sobbed a little and Omi arranged his clothes sitting them both on the floor, making sure to sit his Schwartz lover in the cleanest possible place. There they cuddled in the dark gap of the alley, between two stores and many toys. Omi kissed gently his face and told him a lot of little loving nonsenses. Nagi smiled and rubbed his nose into the side of his face smiling and treasuring those sweet words, that sign of love he first got from someone normal, and also something he felt he got for being just Nagi, and not “Prodigy”.

“You… still… will take care of me?”

Omi sighed tucking Nagi’s head under his chin and petted him.

“We are in battle, Nagi-kun…”

Nagi nodded understanding and sad.

“But,” Omi hugged him tighter to himself “I’ll do my best. Keep seeking me in battle and I will make sure you are safe.”

Nagi smiled pulling closer to him.

“Crawford said it: you will protect me. He never said how, but he said… we were born to be close. I never understood why.” He pulled closer. “Now I do.”

Omi regretted they weren’t in a hotel room where they could sleep the night together. The little white tiger still sat in his jacket pocket. He considered his life for a second as he held his precious telekinetic. He was the first Weiss and it was hard he would ever leave this life. For Nagi’s words he knew Schwartz would accept him as a Takatori, which Weiss would hardly do. He also knew Crawford was accurate in his predictions. Would this be true? Would he be in charge of both Weiss and Schwartz? Aya would stay under his command, specially if he took his old name: Takatori Mamoru. He kissed Nagi’s head and helped him stand up. The hugged each other and walked out hand in hand. No promise to meet again was needed, they knew they would see again. No words and no good-byes, only a kiss, a gentle peck on their lips made it as they parted and walked each their own way.

However Omi turned back at smiled at Nagi. Yohji was right, he smiled a lot at Naoe-san.

~ The End.