kinkfest | Keysmash [Weiss Kreuz, Nagi/Omi, PG-13]

Title: Keysmash
Author/Artist: CalliopePurple
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Masturbation
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Omi/Nagi; cybersex - typing one-handed
Word count: 598
Summary: Nagi enjoys a night to himself
A/N: Loose sequel to A Crack in the Surface. Personal challenge was to not make this a chatlog fic.

Nagi would have hated being injured and exhausted if it didn't mean that he got to enjoy a rare night to himself in the apartment while the rest of Schwarz went out. Destroying the lab in a fit of rage had taken every ounce of his power; days later, it took effort to slide a cup across the kitchen table, much less do anything more deadly. It made him little better than any typical person and frustrated him more than the numerous cuts and bruises he ended up with.

"Don't try to sneak out and find her," Schuldig threatened and quickly shut the door before Nagi could fling a pillow at him, joining Crawford and Farfarello on their way out of the building. He wanted to look for Tot, since Nagi knew she had to be alive out there somewhere, but Schwarz's plans had to come first when the end was as close as it seemed. Eszett's elders would arrive soon and they'd only get one chance to slip free from their grip. Everything depended on having four alive, functional team members. And he couldn't sneak out to meet with Omi either, since Weiss needed him at home to plan and research.

The computer was a great thing, though. They didn't have to meet in person to talk and both of them were good enough at covering their tracks that the only proof they weren't simply enemies would be whatever Schuldig could pull out of Nagi's head. Nagi signed on once he got in his room and talked with a couple of other people for the minutes before he noticed Omi. They talked about simple things before the conversation turned towards the things they wished they could be doing instead of sitting here.

Usually, Nagi could keep typing with his power even when his hands were otherwise occupied, but that wasn't an option tonight. Instead, he had to type with one hand and touch himself with the other, leading to mistakes that made Omi tease him and nearly ruined the mood completely. Of course Omi was better at one-handed typing – he'd had more practice at it than Nagi had.

Nagi typed a little slower to make up for having to make his left hand travel all over they keyboard and work in ways it wasn't completely used to. The extra seconds gave him more time to imagine that what they were writing was real and it was Omi's hand doing this rather than his own. He knew what Omi's hand felt like by now and by using the tiny bit of power he had access to, he could almost make his feel more callused like Omi's was from holding his bows or darts. Not the same, but it came close enough.

He knew he'd shut the door to his room completely, but right as he felt himself tense and fall over the edge with a long groan, it opened. Nagi jumped, thinking his teammates were home already, and smashed his hand against the keyboard in surprise. Omi received a string of jibberish and Nagi sighed as he grabbed tissues to clean up with. It didn't seem as hard to mentally shut the door again, which made Nagi's forehead wrinkle as he tried to figure out why he felt stronger than he had a moment ago. He hadn't been told about any connection between orgasm and restoring drained abilities, but maybe there was one.

The last messages Nagi saw before he signed off were large, textual laughter followed by an incoherent string of text on Omi's end as well.