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kinkfestTitle: A Crack in the Surface
Author/Artist: CalliopePurple
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kissing, implied sex, vague spoilers for Holy Children drama CD
Prompt: Weiss Kruez - Nagi/Omi - sleeping with the enemy - this is your new anesthetic
Word count: 943
Summary: (if applicable)
A/N: I took this not really certain I could write it, but I pulled it off. I hope it's what the prompter wanted.
Days after Ouka's murder, it became obvious that the only person who'd wanted her dead was the one who did it. Nagi heard Takatori take the golf club to Farfarello in his rage, saw the look on Omi's face whenever he kept an eye on the youngest Weiss member, and he couldn't get rid of the way Omi had looked when she got shot. It made him wonder, if only for a moment, what he'd be like if something ever happened to Tot. Though he rarely spoke to the girl, Nagi cared about her in a way that confused him. He wasn't supposed to like anyone, as Crawford reminded him. He couldn't get revenge on the world if he liked it at all.
But he thought that, if he lost the one decent person he'd met, he'd end up looking much like Omi still did. Nagi's surveillance never got him much information, much to Schwarz's annoyance, and he continued it anyway. Takatori had enough bodyguards that Nagi wouldn't be missed as he both watched and worked on breaking Weiss's computer security.
One afternoon, Omi caught on to him. Nagi knew to expect the dart and expertly deflected it into a nearby brick wall while Omi came after him into the alley. Two more darts quickly followed and he kept them out of the way as well before he mentally shoved Omi against the opposite wall and held him there without having to try hard. Compared to the larger men he knew he could toss around, this was almost nothing.
"Why have you been following me?" Omi asked before he gasped for air when Nagi pressed an invisible hand against his throat.
"If I had a reason, I wouldn't tell you." Nagi didn't have to tell the enemy anything, especially not when his reason was as ridiculous as what it was - the desire to watch him coping with grief as he hoped to never feel the same way. He smiled darkly for an instant and released the throat hold, but none of his other telekinetic restraints.
Omi blinked and struggled to break free.
"I'm not supposed to kill you yet. Don't worry." The cold words came out easily. Nagi wanted to kill Weiss for being in Schwarz's way as well as for the past event that sent him to be Schwarz in the first place, but that had to wait until the time was right. Now, all he wanted was a way to numb himself from his confusion. He was a killer now, Eszett's Prodigy, not someone with the luxury of letting another person interfere with his goals. He took a slow breath to keep himself under control and thought silently. From what he'd seen, Omi needed a new way to be numb as well. Between learning his true name and losing his half-sister, he had to be more than a little stressed and strained. If he had Schuldig's power, or even if the German were around, he could figure out what thoughts raced through Omi's mind right now and come to a conclusion.
Nagi didn't know where the idea that hit his mind came from. It didn't feel like Schuldig was around to stick it in there, but it wasn't the sort of thing he'd ordinarily picture unless it was proof that he had more than one reason for continuing to watch Omi past the time when he should have stopped. And with Omi still held firmly against the wall with his power, he couldn't resist too much.
He laughed bitterly before he gave in to the idea, dug a hand into Omi's shoulder, and kissed him lightly. Nagi hadn't done this before and kissing a boy felt strange, but not terrible. Omi didn't react with much other than surprise at first, but he bit down into Nagi's lip when the shock wore off.
"Do that again and you'll wish you could die," Nagi hissed and grabbed Omi's crotch with his other hand, rather than his power. He chuckled again when that pulled a noise that sounded both annoyed and pleased from Omi's lips. He kissed him again and his eyes widened when Omi didn't resist. Instead, he went along with it a little. People kept walking by on the main sidewalk nearby, seemingly oblivious to this unusual encounter between enemies. Nagi only pulled back when he had to breath and then cautiously loosened his mental hold on Omi's limbs.
Omi didn't attack and Nagi didn't know if that was because he had no more darts, he didn't want to risk Nagi getting angry, or maybe he wanted to stay and continue this. When he looked up and saw the same mixture of pain and confusion that had kept him watching Omi fade, replaced with a numbness Nagi wanted to feel as well, he thought he knew which one it was. They looked at each other for a silent moment before Nagi turned, unlocked the back door of whatever building they were near, and waited for Omi to walk inside first.
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Hours later, once Nagi returned to Schwarz's apartment, he sighed in relief. Schuldig wasn't there to instantly know what he'd done and if anyone knew how to cover up marks in visible places, Farfarello should. Crawford watched him as he passed, but didn't say a word. Had he seen this happen in advance? Nagi had no way of knowing. Once he cleaned up, he would get into Weiss's computer and leave a note. If sleeping with the enemy served as this good an anesthetic to keep him numb enough to remember his focus, he would have to do it again.
Author/Artist: CalliopePurple
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kissing, implied sex, vague spoilers for Holy Children drama CD
Prompt: Weiss Kruez - Nagi/Omi - sleeping with the enemy - this is your new anesthetic
Word count: 943
Summary: (if applicable)
A/N: I took this not really certain I could write it, but I pulled it off. I hope it's what the prompter wanted.
Days after Ouka's murder, it became obvious that the only person who'd wanted her dead was the one who did it. Nagi heard Takatori take the golf club to Farfarello in his rage, saw the look on Omi's face whenever he kept an eye on the youngest Weiss member, and he couldn't get rid of the way Omi had looked when she got shot. It made him wonder, if only for a moment, what he'd be like if something ever happened to Tot. Though he rarely spoke to the girl, Nagi cared about her in a way that confused him. He wasn't supposed to like anyone, as Crawford reminded him. He couldn't get revenge on the world if he liked it at all.
But he thought that, if he lost the one decent person he'd met, he'd end up looking much like Omi still did. Nagi's surveillance never got him much information, much to Schwarz's annoyance, and he continued it anyway. Takatori had enough bodyguards that Nagi wouldn't be missed as he both watched and worked on breaking Weiss's computer security.
One afternoon, Omi caught on to him. Nagi knew to expect the dart and expertly deflected it into a nearby brick wall while Omi came after him into the alley. Two more darts quickly followed and he kept them out of the way as well before he mentally shoved Omi against the opposite wall and held him there without having to try hard. Compared to the larger men he knew he could toss around, this was almost nothing.
"Why have you been following me?" Omi asked before he gasped for air when Nagi pressed an invisible hand against his throat.
"If I had a reason, I wouldn't tell you." Nagi didn't have to tell the enemy anything, especially not when his reason was as ridiculous as what it was - the desire to watch him coping with grief as he hoped to never feel the same way. He smiled darkly for an instant and released the throat hold, but none of his other telekinetic restraints.
Omi blinked and struggled to break free.
"I'm not supposed to kill you yet. Don't worry." The cold words came out easily. Nagi wanted to kill Weiss for being in Schwarz's way as well as for the past event that sent him to be Schwarz in the first place, but that had to wait until the time was right. Now, all he wanted was a way to numb himself from his confusion. He was a killer now, Eszett's Prodigy, not someone with the luxury of letting another person interfere with his goals. He took a slow breath to keep himself under control and thought silently. From what he'd seen, Omi needed a new way to be numb as well. Between learning his true name and losing his half-sister, he had to be more than a little stressed and strained. If he had Schuldig's power, or even if the German were around, he could figure out what thoughts raced through Omi's mind right now and come to a conclusion.
Nagi didn't know where the idea that hit his mind came from. It didn't feel like Schuldig was around to stick it in there, but it wasn't the sort of thing he'd ordinarily picture unless it was proof that he had more than one reason for continuing to watch Omi past the time when he should have stopped. And with Omi still held firmly against the wall with his power, he couldn't resist too much.
He laughed bitterly before he gave in to the idea, dug a hand into Omi's shoulder, and kissed him lightly. Nagi hadn't done this before and kissing a boy felt strange, but not terrible. Omi didn't react with much other than surprise at first, but he bit down into Nagi's lip when the shock wore off.
"Do that again and you'll wish you could die," Nagi hissed and grabbed Omi's crotch with his other hand, rather than his power. He chuckled again when that pulled a noise that sounded both annoyed and pleased from Omi's lips. He kissed him again and his eyes widened when Omi didn't resist. Instead, he went along with it a little. People kept walking by on the main sidewalk nearby, seemingly oblivious to this unusual encounter between enemies. Nagi only pulled back when he had to breath and then cautiously loosened his mental hold on Omi's limbs.
Omi didn't attack and Nagi didn't know if that was because he had no more darts, he didn't want to risk Nagi getting angry, or maybe he wanted to stay and continue this. When he looked up and saw the same mixture of pain and confusion that had kept him watching Omi fade, replaced with a numbness Nagi wanted to feel as well, he thought he knew which one it was. They looked at each other for a silent moment before Nagi turned, unlocked the back door of whatever building they were near, and waited for Omi to walk inside first.
Hours later, once Nagi returned to Schwarz's apartment, he sighed in relief. Schuldig wasn't there to instantly know what he'd done and if anyone knew how to cover up marks in visible places, Farfarello should. Crawford watched him as he passed, but didn't say a word. Had he seen this happen in advance? Nagi had no way of knowing. Once he cleaned up, he would get into Weiss's computer and leave a note. If sleeping with the enemy served as this good an anesthetic to keep him numb enough to remember his focus, he would have to do it again.
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