Paradise Lost

Nagi sat next to Omi's sleeping form, waiting patiently for him to wake
up. He diverted himself by practicing his sculpting. Nagi didn't have
many hobbies. When it came to being part of a gang of sinister
assassins, he didn't have much time to spend pursuing his own creative
inclinations, but sculpting was one thing he always kept up throughout
the years. He never laid hands on the clay except when he first opened
the package; all of Nagi's work was with his powers. When one models
something out of clay, it's only the clumsiness or skill of one's own
fingers that makes the finished piece a success or a failure. Nagi's
ability to sculpt without his hands allowed him to shape the tiniest
detail or the smoothest surface to create flawless art that could look
however he could picture it in his mind. It was a good exercise in
control over his powers, so Clofford continued to buy the clay he asked
for. Tonight, Nagi was making a perfect 6-inch miniature of Omi himself.
He planned on making a figurine of himself later to go with it so he
could make a set of the two of them holding hands. 

Nagi set the figuring down to dry with a sigh, running a long-fingered
hand through his hair. He couldn't stop denying the inevitable. He had
let Schuldip use his powers on his love, and Omi would wake up a changed
person. Nagi was afraid of what would happen, but knew for sure that he
would lose Omi forever if nothing was done. He had no choice. 

Nagi coughed quietly in the silence of the room, an occasional side
effect of his devastating power's effect on his frail body. Such immense
energy was never meant to be contained in a 16-year-old human vessel,
and his own powers were slowly killing the boy. He never used to mind
before. In a dark strange way, Nagi had been glad he was doomed to die
young since he believed that suicide was wrong, but didn't want to live
such a sad life very long either. But then Omi had come along and
changed everything around. There was something to think about, to live
for, to smile at the mere thought of. /Omi... You're everything to me...
I want to live a long, long time... And I want that life to be with
you./ 

As if on cue, Omi's dark lashes slowly opened. "Nn..." Omi muttered
softly. 

Nagi leaned over Omi's supine body and put a hand on his forehead. "How
are you feeling, Omi?" he asked calmly, trying to act as natural as
possible. 

"I'm fine..." Omi said, but he looked devastatingly disoriented. 

"Does you head hurt?" Nagi asked in concern. 

"No; I feel great... I just... I'm really confused..." Omi said,
furrowing his brow, vainly attempting to gather up memories which had
recently been stolen from him. "I can't remember *anything*..." 

"Oh, no! The doctor said this might happen... You got a nasty blow to
the head in that car accident and the doctor said that one of the side
effects could be temporary memory loss," Nagi lied quickly. 

Omi's eyes widened. " 'Car... accident'?" he repeated in disbelief. 

Nagi nodded. "Yes. Weiß was trying to kill you again, but I was able to
save you in time." 

"Weiß... That sounds familiar, but I can't remember anything else... I
know it must sound weird since you think I should remember, but who is
Weiß? ...And why do they want me dead?" Omi looked to Nagi pleadingly
for the answers. 

It was too easy, Nagi thought to himself. Schuldip told Nagi earlier
that when Omi woke up after the mind-wipe, he would be very open to
suggestions. Any information that Nagi supplied would be what Omi
believed, so Nagi could make up any past he wanted. It wasn't fair,
really, but he thought Omi would be happier this way... With someone who
loved him. "Weiß is a group of assassins who you used to work for. There
were four of you, but the other three decided that you were too young
and weak to be of any use to them any longer, so they kicked you out.
Then our group of bodyguards known as Schwarz had you join us as one of
our own. We didn't realize at the time just how bloodthirsty Weiß really
was, however. Apparantly they thought that you knew too much, and
decided that it wasn't enough to just throw you out of their clan, but
they put a hit on your life and tried to kill and make it just look like
a regular car accident. We were barely able to save you in time. Even
now we're worried that Weiß might come back for you again and try to
finish the job. Don't worry, though. We'll never let that happen... Do
you really not remember any of this?" 

Omi shook his head in lamentation. "Not a thing. But everything you say
sounds right..." 
Nagi helped Omi sit up, and the boy with the sandy blonde hair didn't
seem lightheaded or pained as he had been earlier. Nagi wondered if
Schuldip had done something to stop the pain as well. Schu claimed to
have learned such techniques by studying the mental process of
FarPhaleo. "Are you sure you feel all right?" Nagi asked to
double-check. His face was very close to Omi's now that the older boy
was sitting up. 

"I feel fine..." Omi said, his eyes studying Nagi's intently. "I just
wanted to know... Who are you? ...What is my relationship with you and
my teammates of Schwartz?" 

Nagi blushed at the thought of this blatant opportunity to paint his
deepest fantasy onto the blank canvas of Omi's mind. "Well, you work
alongside the other Schwartz members very well... But I can't believe
you've forgotten what I am to you..." 

Omi was both startled and curious at this. "Oh...?" 

Nagi blushed madly as he whispered, "You're my boyfriend." 

Omi put a hand over his mouth and widened his eyes. "Oh!" he gasped,
"I'm sorry! You must feel so bad!" He quickly put a confident hand on
Nagi's hands as he would a lover's. "You know I didn't mean to forget!"
he protested quickly, "If it means anything to you, it all comes back to
me and seems so familiar... I'm full of so much love to give, it must be
for you!" He looked down shamefacedly. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what
that must be like to be denied by your own boyfriend like that... I'm
sure my memories will come back soon... I can still feel so much love
inside me, I just don't remember the details of our past." 

Nagi felt his heart beat faster and faster even as he maintained his
calm expression. This was working so well! Just as Schuldip had said,
Omi was accepting everything he was told as fact, and putting together
the false memories into a new past all by himself. Nagi could tell by
the confused, analytical look on Omi's face that the boy was trying to
guess the exact extent of their relationship. He was probably trying to
guess if they were the type to hold hands in public, how long they had
been together... And Nagi could tell him whatever he wanted and it would
become reality. He could build his own perfect fantasy! He could even...
He could even tell Omi that they were lovers already. The thought sent a
thrill through Nagi's slender frame and the image of their bodies
tangled together in a naked embrace flashed through his mind and swept
him with intense emotion. /No. No; that would be wrong. Omi wouldn't
know any better. It would be too easy to seduce this boy, it would be no
better than rape.../ Or would it? It wouldn't be against Omi's will by
any means... He was doing Omi a favor by changing his dark past and
trading sad memories of treacherous friends, for pleasant memories of
someone who loves him. Even if the new past was a false. It wasn't
wrong... 

Nagi noticed that Omi was looking deeply into his own soulful mahogany
eyes. They stared into each other's eyes for the longest time, Nagi
desperately searching for the balance between what he wanted and what
was right, Omi clearly trying to find the answers he was seeking. And
somewhere in the aching silence between them, their gazes locked and
their faces close, Omi did something completely unexpected. He closed
his eyes, leaned forward, and kissed Nagi sweetly on the lips. 

Nagi's eyes widened in shock, his lips tight against the unexpected
kiss, his body so numb he could hardly feel the gentle hand which was
caressing his dark hair and holding his face next to Omi's. A kiss? But
why? Nagi was not a virgin. Part of his sad life as a boy on the streets
too cute for his own good had led him to be molested on several
occasions. He'd even been raped by Schuldip when he was still a new
recruit for Schwartz. He didn't care. It didn't kill him and there were
worse things. But this was something different. In Nagi's experience, if
people wanted physical contact, they would have fuck each other. He
figured if they were *in love*, then they would do the same thing, but
without protest and it wouldn't hurt as much. But he'd never been
kissed. This was a whole different world that Nagi had never thought
possible. This was love. 

The kiss was like nothing else. It was warm and soft, but firm at the
same time. Somehow the feel of lips on lips was worlds different than
hands on hands or any other kinds of contact. How could such a tiny
thing be so tender and passionate, so simple but intense all at once?
Nagi was weak at the knees and felt the sting of something he couldn't
remember ever feeling before: tears of joy. Nagi overcame his surprise
and succumbed to the tide of sweet emotion that carried the two of them
away as they kissed in the half-light, in the silence that hung tensely
like clouds before a storm. 

/My first kiss!/ Nagi thought his heart stirring as it never had before
in a thrilling, almost scary way. /My first love.../ To Nagi's deepest
regret, Omi broke off the kiss matter-of-factly with a pert smile.
Nagi's heart was laced with regret for a moment and he worried why Omi
had stopped the kiss when the boy said cheerfully, "That's just to prove
that I haven't forgotten you! We still have what we had before!" /Of
course.../ Nagi realized with relief, /Omi thinks that we've been
boyfriends for a while and that we've probably kissed many times before
so it should be no big deal. He has no idea that it meant so much to
me... That it was my first kiss ever./ He just wanted that tender kiss
again, wanted to lie with Omi for hours on end and do nothing but
experience that timeless sensation over and over again. 

Nagi finally decided to test the extent of Omi's new state of mind.
Gathering his every nerve, Nagi whispered gently, "I... I love you." 

Omi smiled sweetly and leaned his head comfortably on Nagi's shoulder as
if it belonged there. "I love you, too, Nagi." 

The younger boy felt his heart swell up with a joy so overwhelming it
felt like pain. He'd never been so happy in his life. He threw his arms
around Omi and pressed his lips against his lover's in a deep and
soulful kiss. 

~~~~~

Clofford looked up from the table where he was sitting, reclining in his
chair coolly and regarded his teammates. Schuldip was trying again and
again to light a cigarette which bobbed up and down between muttering
cursing lips, but the Bic only kept sparking and sparking, never
producing the little flame. FarPhaleo had apparently decided to stop
starving his body into agony, only to torture himself further by eating
the most fiendishly hot peppers he could find. 

"Good news," the American said with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

"Hn?" Schuldip replied apathetically, still irritable at his
unsuccessful attempts to light his smoke. 

"I've had another vision." 

Schu looked interested now. He raised an eyebrow and shook the lighter
up and down as if that would help. "Oh?" Behind him, FarPhaleo's eyes
streamed with tears of agony from the jabanero peppers he was eating,
but his expression was only one of mad glee. "If it's about Nagi getting
laid tonight, I kinda already figured that one out. At your suggestion I
had Omi taken care of as we discussed... *Schiße!*" he swore at the
empty lighter and threw it on the floor, snapping his cigarette in half
in frustration. 

"This time not about Omi. All of Weiß will fall tonight." Clofford
enjoyed the impressed look on Schuldip's face. FarPhaleo began to
giggle. Clofford smiled to himself and continued, "They're going to
somehow find their way to the roof of this building tonight to try to
get their precious little uke brat back. Little do they know, he'll be
there as they're hoping... But fighting for our side. The way I saw it
in my premonition, no matter how badly they get beaten, they won't be
able to bring themselves to hurt him, and they can't seem to leave
without him, either, so they'll just stay valiantly like heroes and die
foolishly like heroes. We won't even have to do anything. Nagi and Omi
will take care of them by themselves." 

Schuldip was suddenly stuck with the image of someone reaching into a
bee hive for the sweet honey it contains, being stung, only to put the
hand back in and be stung over and over, but still reaching in again.
/Stupid Weiß./ 

~~~~~

Nagi tangled his fingers into Omi's honey-blonde hair and kissed him
with all the passion that years of self-denial and suppression had let
him muster. The two boys had their arms thrown around each other, Nagi
running his fingers through the older boy's silky hair with one hand and
gripping his shoulder tightly in the other. Omi had one hand on Nagi's
knee which he was leaning against to lean forward into the kiss, his
other hand rubbing gentle circles along Nagi's back. Soft tremulous
breath and the soft rustling of clothing as they moved were the sweet
undertones to their hushed moans of enjoyment as the kiss went on and
on. 

As the kiss grew in intensity, their searching fingers began to hook
along the edges of clothing and lift or pull them off without even
thinking. The passion, the desire, the love; that was all that mattered.
Two young men weren't afraid as they slowly undressed each other,
lifting away the fetters of decency to reveal the beauty of their naked
selves with complete trust. Nagi lay Omi gently down in the bed and then
lay next to him, kissing a sweet path from jaw line to his collar bone
and down the slim, perfectly smooth chest. Omi lay on his back and
looked up with apprehension at the brunette leaning his body over him. 

"Are you scared?" Nagi asked with soothing concern. Omi shook his head
and drew the boy closer for the deep embrace they both desired. 

* * * 
The older boy drew his breath in and held it as he felt Nagi's gentle
hand trace upward along the inside of his leg from his knee to his upper
thigh while the welcome lips and tongue gently teased the silky skin of
his earlobe. The careful fingers were both slow and skillful, gently
rubbing and caressing the inside of his thigh and he could feel another
hand gently tracing ticklish circles on his flat belly. He felt another
hand gently teasing a stiffening nipple and felt a rush of sudden panic.
/Three hands? And wasn't Nagi propping himself up on another?/ Omi lost
his arousal for a second and looked down in confusion, then realized
what it was. Nagi was using his powers. The same skill which allowed him
to attack enemies with the power of twenty fists, was now gently
stroking his body all over with invisible hands. It felt wonderful. The
touch was neither too light nor too firm, and he could feel his body
being caressed everywhere; gently massaged here, stimulated to intense
arousal there... As soon as he got used to the strange sensation, Omi
felt himself become fiercely aroused by the touching and encouraging of
a caress which encompassed every part of him. Omi felt his hardness grow
and ache with longing and he was unashamed. He drew Nagi in for a kiss
and felt close, so close... But as Nagi gently wrapped his fingers
around Omi and began to touch him in all his most sensitive areas, a
flicker of foreboding rippled through Omi's body. He wasn't afraid of
the lovemaking, but still there was something horribly wrong. He put his
hands onto Nagi's shoulders and gently pushed him back for a moment.
"Wait... Wait..." he gasped, his body aching in protest, his senses
drugged with desire. "Isn't there..." Omi panted, "Isn't there something
I was supposed to do? Somewhere I was supposed to go...?" The boy with
hair like spun gold, turned his face away for a minute, reaching as
deeply as he could into his blank mind for the memories which screamed
to surface, but were held back somehow. /There's something I'm supposed
to be doing... Not this.../ /But what's wrong with this?/ /Aya./
/Who...? Who is "Aya"? That name came to me but doesn't sound familiar
at all.../ 

"Sshhh..." Nagi breathed into Omi's ear so softly it was almost
inaudible, "Relax, baby... Don't worry about it..." He gently carressed
Omi's chest and back while tracing his kisses down to the indent of his
navel. 

Omi gasped loudly, his worries forgotten in an instant when he suddenly
felt the hotness of Nagi's mouth taking him in. Omi's breaths came deep
and hard as he was rocked with the sensation until he was lightheaded,
arching his back with pleasure while Nagi lovingly kissed and licked his
lover's most sensitive places. As the 'kiss' went on, Omi felt himself
draw close to his moment of release, and let out a moan of pleasure and
regret at his lover being too far away to kiss. He wanted to be closer,
to be able to look into Nagi's eyes and kiss him while they made love.
"Please..." the boy breathed, struggling to hold back the tide of
ecstasy which threatened to break loose, "Please get closer to me... I
want to come with you... I want you to--" 

Nagi lifted his head from Omi's middle and crawled forward to lie next
to the supine slender body of his willing lover. "Of course..." he said
gently, sweeping Omi's bangs back with one hand and kissing him on his
smooth forehead. He moved slowly over Omi who lay panting expectantly on
his back, and then gently traced his hands over Omi's pert buttocks,
exploring. He brought Omi's legs upward and out and gently settled
in-between, kissing the underside of Omi's jaw and carefully probing for
entrance with a gentle rock of his narrow hips. Omi was too tense and
tight with anxiety and apprehension, and Nagi knew he would be hurting
Omi if he didn't do something to relax and loosen him up a little first.
He sweetly kissed the Weiß boy deeply to lull him into a more relaxed
state of complacency, then used his powers on him at once, to caress his
body all over, to feel like a mouth sucking vigorously. Omi gasped with
pleasure and Nagi used that instant of ecstasy to push firmly into his
lover until they were finally joined together, two minds, one body. Omi
groaned in submission and drew Nagi's face and shoulders next to his as
the dark-haired boy moved steadily inside him. 

It had never been like this before, Nagi thought. To share something
this intimate with someone who he loved so much was the most
indescribable ecstasy. The rhythm... The heat... He had always assumed
that sex was overrated, that there was really nothing worth getting so
excited about, that it was usually negative, from his own experience.
But this was everything it was built up to be and more. It wasn't just
the physical pleasure but the emotional sense of what he was doing with
the one he loved so much enthralled him. The feelings of pleasure and
love both fed one another until both were building and building to a
glorious peak. Below him, through the rocking and swaying of their two
young bodies, Nagi watched Omi with his dazzling blue eyes shut tight to
savor the feelings inside, a deep flush crossing his cheeks and a
glisten of sweat on his brow as he gasped and moaned past slightly
parted lips. His sweet virgin... As Nagi felt the pleasure inside of him
crescendo to the final peak he knew would be like nothing else, he put
his hands behind Omi's back and pulled him upwards, closer. Omi dug his
fingertips into Nagi's lithe back and gripped his dark hair tightly with
apprehension as he teetered on the brink. Their kiss deepened, tongues
dancing and exploring hungrily. 

The kiss broke off suddenly as Nagi threw his head back and spent
himself in his lover with an ecstatic shudder. Though Nagi bit his lips
together to hold back his cry of pleasure, Omi came like a falling star
and cried out loudly to the ceiling, calling Nagi's name. /Why had he
almost wanted to call him Aya? That was a girl's name.../ 

* * * 

The two gasped slowly blinked the stars of orgasm from their eyes and
just held each other and kissed affectionately until there was nothing
left but warm ashes. They curled up like innocents and fell asleep,
Omi's arms curled up close to his chest, Nagi with one thin arm thrown
possessively over his lover as he drifted off. 

Nagi's dreams were filled with a dark past turned paradise with new
love. Omi dreamed of the beautiful stranger with the hair as red as
passion itself and the violet eyes that told of love without boundaries.