"Siberian to Bombay... target eliminated," came the soft voice over the tiny, nearly invisible earpiece Omi was wearing. Sighing in relief, he caught Aya's eye. "Acknowledged, Siberian... you and Balinese head out the back way, and we'll take the front out through the club. See you at home." he replied.

Aya moved toward Omi, nodding. "Ready to go?" he asked quietly, gesturing to the door back into the club.

Near the door was a familiar looking figure, half draped against a much larger man that neither of them recognized.

"Yes... I've got everything I need from his computer," Omi agreed, disconnecting the small recording device from the office computer. "Let's get out of here."

Aya frowned, at first not believing the sight. "Bombay," he nudged Omi. "Is that...?"

Omi glanced over, and stopped in his tracks. "Prodigy?" he murmured, scanning the crowd hastily for the rest of Schwarz. "What's HE doing here?"

"Better question," Aya muttered. "Who's that he's with?"

The dark storm-coloured eyes slitted open, the orbs appearing glassy. Even though he seemed to look towards the pair, there was no recognition there whatsoever.

"Uh..." Omi blinked. "Does he look... stoned to you?"

Aya's jaw set tightly. "Yes," he growled. "Hell."

Omi frowned. "He never struck me as the type... but..."

Nagi attempted to turn away from the one who had a hold on him, only to get pulled back hard. He nearly lost his footing, but didn't struggle again as he was half lifted against the other man.

"I don't like that," Aya muttered, grabbing Omi's wrist and tugging him along. "Come on."

Omi pulled his wrist free. "You don't have to tell me twice," he said, though he still kept a nervous eye out for the other hacker's teammates.

They approached quickly, Aya glaring coldly at the man groping Nagi. "Take care of Prodigy," Aya directed Omi, focused on the man.

"Nagi," Omi said in a low voice, trying to coax the other teen to look at him. "Nagi... hey, are you in there?"

Nagi turned towards Omi, his gaze narrowing slightly as his mind tried to put the face and a name together to come up with an answer. "Bombay..."

Without preamble, Aya reached out, grabbing the man's wrist and jerking his hand away from Nagi's ass. He slammed the arm into the wall before either of them could blink, watching as the man turned to leer at the new arrivals. "Hands off," Aya growled. "He's ours."

Without the grasp holding him up, the telekinetic stumbled and fell towards Omi. He glanced back to the commotion, unable to focus fully to see who had caused it.

Omi caught him deftly. "Nagi... what happened to you?" he asked quietly, supporting the telekinetic without much effort.

The man began to bluster, falling silent as Aya twisted his wrist enough to hurt. "Get him out of here," Aya directed Omi firmly, watching as the man slipped to his knees. "I'll keep our friend here from joining you."

Omi directed the psychic towards the exit, hoping he wouldn't have to actually carry the boy outside.

Nagi managed to finally get himself somewhat upright, but couldn't answer Omi clearly over the noise of the club and the fact that his own speech was barely more than a whisper. He looked at Aya, confused for a moment before he leaned on Omi for support.

"C'mon," Omi coaxed him, getting him across the dance floor through some miracle. "Just a little farther..." He could see the doors beckoning.

One slender hand clung to Omi's jacket, the other arm wound around his shoulders as Nagi tried to keep his footing enough to follow. His gaze lifted, locking onto the Weiß assassin's movements as he steadied himself.

Omi felt Nagi get his feet under him, and breathed a little easier as they hit the doors and emerged into the crisp night air, leaving the music behind.

Nagi sagged against him once they were clear, his head dropping forward. "Sit... need to sit..." came the soft whisper, his fingers tightening in the jacket.

There weren't exactly any benches around... Omi compromised by leaning against the brick wall of the club and letting the telekinetic rest against him. "You can sit in a minute, Nagi. First I need you to tell me what happened. Where's your teammates?"

"Home," he replied softly, his eyes starting to drift half closed as he nestled against the other boy, his cheek nuzzling Omi's shoulder.

Omi caught his breath at the odd sensation, his arm coming around Nagi's shoulders automatically. "Why are you here?"

Aya appeared in the doorway suddenly, cutting the conversation short.

"Our friend is handled," he said, approaching Omi. "Turn off your earpiece, Bombay."

Omi reached up and pulled the tiny receiver out of his ear, peeling off the throat mike as well. "He's here alone... I think," Omi told him. "What are we going to do with him?"

Aya frowned, considering the question. "I have no idea," he admitted finally. "Take him home?"

Nagi tilted his head up slightly, his breath wafting lightly against Omi's ear. "M'here... where's here?"

"To the KONEKO?" Omi said incredulously. He glanced down at Nagi, and couldn't resist the urge to pat the boy's head gently. "Here is a club, Nagi."

"To his home, Omi," Aya said in exasperation, raising an eyebrow as he watched the interplay between the two.

"Club?" He blinked then, glancing around as he half curled against Omi's chest, his eyes narrowing and trying to see where he was. "Wrong club. No light." He nuzzled back against Omi's shoulder then, half purring at the warmth.

"Which is where?" Omi countered. "I don't think HE knows, right now. Besides, do you really fancy trying to explain to Schuldig or Crawford how he got like this?"

"No LIGHT?" Omi repeated, confused. "What does THAT mean?" He tried not to shiver at Nagi's nuzzling.

Aya sighed, shaking his head. "We'll rent a room for the night," he decided suddenly. "Ask him about the light when it's out of his system." He moved forward, scooping up the telekinetic before Omi could react. "Lead the way, Omi," he muttered, carrying Nagi like a child.

Omi told himself firmly he was NOT disappointed by the loss of the boy's warmth against his body. Not in any way. "Right," he said, a little shakily. "Uh... given the district we're in... it shouldn't be too difficult to find a hotel," he added, blushing faintly. "Though the quality won't be anything to brag about."

Nagi turned towards the new source of warmth, nearly burrowing into Aya's coat and tucking his head up underneath the redhead's chin. His hand clutched the fabric tightly, holding on as he was moved.

Aya jumped at the cuddling, jaw tightening until he could hear his teeth grind. Forcing himself to stop, he said coldly, "We don't need luxury, just room and privacy." Realizing a second later how that could be taken, his face flushed deeply, and his scowl deepened.

One arm snaked beneath the coat, winding around Aya's chest as Nagi nestled closer, his eyes slipping closed contentedly.

Omi, thankfully, was behind him, and so missed the expression on Aya's face. "Okay, well... head that way then," the younger man said, pointing.

Aya glanced as soon as he felt cool enough that the blush might be missed. "Right."

It didn't take them long to find a hotel, and Aya waited outside while Omi went in to speak to the manager. The younger man emerged after some time, looking flushed and more than a bit uncomfortable. "Okay, we've got a room, but..." he rolled his eyes. "Given the nature of this place, the concept of more than one bed per room is incredibly foreign to them. There won't be any chairs, either... though I'm told there's a lovely large hot tub," he added wryly.

By the time they reached the place, Nagi was firmly wrapped around Aya and nuzzling softly against the assassin's throat. His other hand had already started toying with one of the locks of hair.

"Lead the way," Aya said tightly, looking very disturbed at the playing.

Omi led them to the outside door and unlocked it with the key he'd purchased. He let Aya inside, then closed the door behind them all, and surveyed the room. "We lucked out," he said reluctantly. "It may not be very big, but it's clean, and I don't see any sign of rodents. And the walls must be relatively thick - I can't hear anything."

Nagi's head tilted up, his lips brushing against the warm pulse of Aya's throat once they stopped moving. The hand beneath the coat tightened slightly, his fingers being felt through the fabric of the shirt.

"A small blessing," Aya muttered, word choking off at Nagi's caress. He hurried to the bed, setting Nagi down on it and looking very startled. Avoiding his teammate's eyes, he said, "He should drink something. I'll check the bathroom for a cup."

Nagi held on, yelping softly at the sudden movement and digging his hands against Aya's shirt. He curled up onto his side on the bed, shivering after the other assassin had pulled away, his arms wrapping around himself instead.

Omi knelt on the bed in front of Nagi. "Nagi... c'mon, talk to me," he coaxed. "What happened to you?" He reached out to touch the boy's shoulder gently.

Aya stood slightly back, uncertain. "What's wrong with him?" he demanded.

"I'm not sure," Omi admitted. "It definitely looks like a drug of some kind, but I can't imagine him taking something willingly."

Nagi tilted his head towards the touch, his cheek brushing against Omi's hand as he let out a soft whimper. His eyes were still glazed as he dropped back to the bed, staring intently at Omi.

Omi looked back at him, bewildered. "Nagi?" he wondered, if he repeated the question enough times, if Nagi would answer coherently. "What happened?"

"I'll be right back," Aya said, hurrying to the bathroom. He cast about for a cup, finally discovering some paper cups on one end of the counter. Filling it with water, he brought it back, holding it as he waited for Omi to finish talking to Nagi.

Nagi blinked at him owlishly, taking a few minutes for the words to organize themselves in his mind. "Following... s'posed to blend in with the crowd. Wasn't drinking... no alcohol."

"Were you drinking anything?" Omi asked, a suspicion growing in his mind. "Do you leave your cup alone at ALL?"

Nagi shrugged faintly, blinking slowly as he tried to focus again. "Jus' for a few minutes. Thought I saw Siberian."

Aya sighed, sinking down to sit at the foot of the bed at the idea. "No telling what we're looking at, then," he muttered, staring into the cup of water.

"Yeah," Omi agreed, sitting back. "Somebody must have slipped him something. Without knowing what, I can't even begin to think about an antidote."

Nagi edged closer to Omi then, nuzzling against his wrist and forearm as the assassin spoke with his companion. His eyes were half closed and the soft murr in his throat returned as his lips brushed over Omi's inner arm.

"Eep!" Omi said, startled as Nagi nuzzled close to him. He looked down at the cuddly boy. "Uh... whatever it is, it seems to be making him awfully affectionate."

Aya jumped at the 'eep', looking over. His cheeks pinked as he saw the two. "Yes, he was like that while I was carrying him," he admitted.

"It's, uh... cute," Omi admitted, trying to disentangle his arm, "but weird. And a bit nerve-wracking."

"A bit?" Aya asked, sardonically. He reached out, catching Nagi's arm and dragging the telekinetic away from Omi carefully.

"Well, it would be more nerve-wracking if it were, say, Schuldig or Crawford," Omi pointed out. "We just won't even discuss Farfarello."

Aya winced. "You had to put that image in my head..."

"You DID ask," Omi replied.

Nagi let out a soft cry, tensing up as he was pulled, but then turning towards Aya instead and curling up around him as best he could. The soft purr returned as he nuzzled against the redhead's hand on his arm.

Aya blinked, looking down at the assassin who'd just attached himself to Aya's side. "Umm..." he began slowly. After a moment, he went back to his previous thought. "It's called sarcasm." He frowned, then scooped Nagi up, moving to settle him once more against the pillows at the head of the bed.

Nagi wound his arms around Aya's shoulders then, half pulling the other assassin down with him as he moved to nip at the side of his throat.

Omi watched with equal parts amusement and bemusement. "I don't think he'd gonna let go," he observed. "He seems to want to be attached to one or the other of us."

"Any ideas," Aya bit out, reaching up to grasp Nagi's wrists and tug his arms back down.

"Uh... " Omi snickered. "I have no clue, short of tying him down, which probably isn't a good idea."

"Given his abilities, I'd say not," Aya drawled. He settled Nagi's arms against Nagi's waist, then let go, moving back.

Nagi laid still then, his arms pinned by Aya's hands although he continued to stare at the redhead with an almost wanton expression in his eyes. When he was released, he rolled to his side once more, curling up.

"Right..." Aya muttered, shaken by the expression.

"He seems to have settled," Aya finally murmured, watching Nagi carefully.

Nagi blinked, slanting his gaze up at the two from beneath his hair as he lay almost perfectly still.

"Nagi? Are you okay?" Omi asked hesitantly. He wondered if they ought to just take the boy to a hospital.

Nagi glanced up to Omi then, shifting himself and half crawling towards the other boy. His expression was one of confusion, and he seemed to be trying to figure out who Omi was as his hand came up to brush along the boy's cheek and down his throat.

"Err..." Omi's breath caught in his throat at the touch. "Nagi..." he hoped the boy's name hadn't come out sounding like as much of a moan as he was afraid it had.

Nagi didn't stop until he was almost kneeling in front of Omi, his gaze intent on the motions of his own hands as they traced along the exposed skin of his neck, then down along his chest.

Omi shivered, somehow unable to bring up his hands to stop the boy's movements. "Uh... Aya?" he all but squeaked, trying to keep his breathing even.

Aya immediately moved behind Nagi, catching the boy's forearms and holding them tight. "What are we going to do?" he asked Omi, eyes wide.

"I... have no idea," Omi admitted, pulling a shaky hand through his hair. "Didn't we have this conversation already?"

"I was hoping you had come up with something by now," Aya muttered. "I can't just hold him all night." But his body reacted to the idea with more interest than he cared to think about.

"We may have to," Omi said helplessly. "If we put him between us on the bed, we can keep him still... don't you think?"

Nagi shifted back then, letting Aya keep hold of his arms as he pressed his back against the other man's chest. His head tipped, coming to lay against Aya's shoulder as his tongue flicked out against the earring that dangled there.

Aya jumped, nodding at Omi. "Yes," he gasped, cursing the fact that this was getting to him. "You lay down first. I'll get him there."

Omi kicked his shoes off and divested himself of his two outer jackets, leaving only the thin cotton t-shirt and shorts. He laid on the bed hesitantly.

Aya debated, then grinned faintly, letting go of Nagi's wrists and pushing him gently toward Omi. "Go," he murmured, more gently than he'd meant to.

Omi held his arms out towards the other boy, wondering if this was really a good idea. Too late now...

Nagi fell against the bed, landing beside Omi and waiting only a moment before he wound around the other boy gently. The purr came from him once more as he nuzzled his lips along Omi's throat, moving lightly over the soft pulse.

"Ah....ahhhhh...." Omi shivered at that tickling touch. "He's kinda like a... big cat, isn't he?" he asked Aya breathlessly.

Ridding himself of the trench coat, Aya looked thoughtful. "I think they should've had the cat codenames. Or at least, Nagi should have."

Nagi shifted slightly, curling one leg so that his upper thigh came to rest across Omi's hips. His attentions wandered upward, his teeth closing around the hoop earring with a soft *click*.

Omi froze, trying not to hyperventilate. He was torn between hoping Nagi would move that leg SOON, and hoping that he WOULDN'T - because then Aya would see his body's reaction to having the other boy snuggled up to him this way. And biting his... ear... oh my that felt nice...

Rid of the coat, Aya awkwardly crawled onto the bed, settling against Nagi's back and curling an arm around his waist to keep him from moving out of the bed.

"Uh... Siamese, maybe?" Omi suggested when he was able to get his breath back for a moment.

Nagi gasped softly, the motion bringing a soft puff of breath across Omi's ear as he felt himself being caught between the two. One hand moved behind himself to rest against Aya's hip, his fingers tensing against the fabric there as his leg shifted against Omi's hips, pressing against him tightly.

"Oh gods..." Omi blurted out, his hips lifting involuntarily into the contact. He blushed furiously. "Aya-kun... we're NEVER telling the others about this, right? Oh no... the others! We should call them and tell them we won't be back tonight, or they'll worry!"

Aya shuddered, arm tightening around Nagi's waist reflexively. "We're not telling them anything about this night ever," he said tightly. "I already handled calling them. They think... I don't know what they think," Aya admitted, forcing himself to calm slightly. "Yohji said to have fun, though."

"He said WHAT?" Omi demanded, leaning up enough to look Aya in the eyes. "What did you TELL them?"

"I said we wouldn't be back for a while," Aya said defensively. "That's it." He ground his teeth. "I heard Ken in the background cheering."

"Oh... oh no," Omi moaned, burying his face in the pillow again. "You didn't tell them WHY we wouldn't be back?"

Nagi had apparently decided that talking was overrated. His hand reached up, cupping Omi's cheek as he pressed forward and caught the other boy in a deep kiss. His hips rock back slightly with the motion, pressing tightly against Aya at the same time, his hand tensing against the redhead's hip.

"Mmm!" Omi protested... well, not really a protest, more like a sound of shock... and maybe a moan of pleasure... He pulled away hastily. "Hey!"

Aya was equally stunned, his arm gentling even as he automatically drew Nagi closer to him. A moment later, he jerked away, rolling onto his back with a quiet, "Fuck..."

Nagi let out a sudden cry as both moved at the same time. He glanced between the two in confusion then moved to curl up into a ball with his arms tightly around his knees. "G-gomen..."

The misery in Nagi's tone caught at Aya, and he reacted without thinking, laying a hand on Nagi's shoulder. "It's okay," he murmured to the teen.

Omi looked into Aya's purple eyes over the telekinetic's bowed head. "We... have a problem," he stated.

Glancing up at his teammate, Aya nodded. "Yes, we do. Ideas?"

"Not a one," Omi sighed. Other than giving in to the inevitable... but there was no way in HELL he was going to suggest that out loud.

It was almost as if the telekinetic couldn't stay away too long. One hand reached out hesitantly, his fingertips brushing against the sleeve of Omi's shirt and then down over his skin.

Omi reached out and caught the hand, twining their fingers together and hoping that would be enough contact for the other boy.

A fine line appeared between Aya's brows, and he sighed, leaving his hand against Nagi's shoulder.

Nagi glanced up then, his gaze focusing first on their clasped hands, then up towards Omi's face. He tried to turn then, reaching his other hand up to cover Aya's with his own. He nuzzled against the hand on his shoulder as he looked to Omi once more, his voice a whisper. "Please..."

"Please what, Nagi?" Omi asked gently, half afraid he already knew the answer.

Aya held still, watching the exchange silently. Somehow, the sight pulled at him.

Nagi tipped his head forward, bringing their clasped hands up until he was able to nibble lightly at one fingertip. That only lasted a moment, however, before he caught the digit in his lips, suckling on it gently.

"A very big problem," Aya murmured, eyes flicking up to Omi's.

Omi's eyes were half closed with pleasure, but he fought to open them all the way and look steadily back at his teammate. It was a losing battle.

Reluctant to assume that Omi was comfortable, despite the look of pure pleasure on his teammate's face, Aya raised his hand from Nagi's shoulder. He noticed, as he reached out to Omi, that the hand was shaking. "Omi... One of us can probably keep him... busy..."

"While the other one does WHAT?" Omi asked, trying to suppress the images his imagination was happily supplying in answer to his question.

Nagi saw the motion, pulling back from his attention on Omi's finger as he tilted his head up and nipped faintly at Aya's hand as well. He laid back on the bed then, purring softly as he tried to nestle between the two once more.

"I... Oh, hell," he sighed, staring down at the dark-haired boy between them. "I don't think we have a choice, really."

Omi swallowed. "Uh... what do you mean, exactly?" he asked, wanting to get it out in the open. If he was misreading Aya... it would be bad, VERY bad.

"Either one or both of us needs to... help him," Aya murmured, still reluctant to say the words. He pressed a little closer to Nagi unconsciously.

"Maybe... if we just let him do what HE wants, he'll work it out of his system?" Omi suggested in a shaky voice.

Aya nodded slowly, agreeing with his teammate. "We... we don't talk about this to anyone, Omi," he insisted quietly.

Omi nodded vigorously. "Hai. Not a word. This never happened." The words almost seemed to set him free... since, officially, this had 'never happened' he felt as if he could do almost anything he wanted. All the secret dreams and fantasies he'd ever had about these two men...

Nagi seemed to sense the other boy's change of attitude and almost surged forward to catch him in another kiss. He still continued to let one hand rest behind him, groping blindly for Aya as well.

Omi responded slowly, still keeping one eye open and fixed on Aya, just in case. He let his lips part, though he made no move to touch the other boy.

Aya cried out slightly as Nagi moved, startled by the swift movement. He reached out, catching Nagi's hand without thinking, then stared at it in shock.

Nagi's fingers parted, twining with Aya's as he tried pulling the assassin closer behind him. His lips parted against Omi's, deepening the kiss as he whimpered softly against it.

Aya resisted briefly, then moved forward, remembering what Omi had said. He hovered slightly behind Nagi, gaze riveted on the two kissing teens.

Omi gave up and closed both his eyes, his free hand coming up to catch at the back of Nagi's neck. This was SO much better than kissing Ouka had been...

Nagi moaned softly into the kiss, his hips pressing back once more as he tried to close the distance between the three of them. With the pull against his neck, he shifted forward slightly, moving with Omi's urging.

Caught in the moment, Aya pressed forward, catching Nagi's body between his own and Omi's. His arm curled around them both.

Omi moaned at the feel of Aya's strong arm wrapping around him, just the way it had in his dreams. Well, not quite - his dreams had never included Nagi pressed between them. But he wasn't complaining... far from it.

The moan spurred Aya on, and he leaned in, hesitantly brushing his lips over the curve of Nagi's neck.

Nagi's leg hooked over Omi's hip as he pressed against him, shifting his position enough that he was able to lean back and tilt his head to catch Aya in a kiss instead.

Aya's eyes slid shut after a moment of shock, his arm tugging them both closer to him.

Omi gasped as his mouth was released, trying to get his breath back. There didn't seem to be enough oxygen in the air... especially after he caught sight of Nagi kissing Aya as though the world was about to end.

Nagi purred against the redhead, bringing up his arm to wrap back over Aya's shoulders as his back pressed tightly against the man's chest. His leg tightened as well, bringing his hips to grind forward against Omi's.

Aya responded eagerly, inhibitions falling away as Nagi's warmth cuddled against him. He finally tore his mouth free, whimpering momentarily before nuzzling at Nagi's throat.

Omi jerked his hips up against Nagi's thigh, unable to hold still as he moaned loudly, the fingers of his free hand trailing over Nagi's face to touch Aya's cheek.

Nagi gasped sharply, his eyes slipping closed as his head fell back against the bed. His arms wound around each of them, one against Omi's shoulders while the other slipped back to drift against Aya's waist, then down along his hip.

Aya nuzzled forward, pressing against Nagi shamelessly. He kissed Omi's palm, licking at it delicately.

Omi cried out at the sensation. "Never happened," he reminded himself, hardly aware that he was speaking aloud. "So I can do whatever I want..." He hitched himself up and leaned over, catching Aya's mouth in a searing kiss, using everything he'd just learned from Nagi about how to make a kiss erotic.

Melting from the heat, Aya's arm once more settled around Nagi. The lack of eyesight, however, hampered him, and he set the arm rather lower than Nagi's waist.

Nagi purred, his eyes slitted as he watched the two kiss, his hips rocking up against the grasping touch from Aya. His own hand reached, tracing its nails down Omi's back until it reached the waist of his shorts, then slid beneath.

Omi gave a muffled scream against Aya's lips as he felt nails across his sensitive back, and he jerked forward against Nagi's slender body in reaction.

Aya jerked his head back, searching Omi's face. "Omi?" he asked roughly, over labored breathing. "Are you okay?"

Nagi smiled, curling against them both as he watched from beneath half closed lashes. His hand darted beneath the fabric of Omi's shirt, raking nails against bare skin this time as he leaned forward and kissed along the other boy's neck and shoulder.

Omi cried out again, shuddering at the sensation. "I'm f-fine," he gasped out, almost choking on the words as lust surged in him.

Aya considered for a minute, eyes shadowed as they watched Omi's face. Suddenly, he leaned in, nibbling at Omi's collarbone.

Nagi chuckled softly, winding around the slightly smaller boy and mirroring the redhead's motions against Omi's other shoulder.

Omi moaned at the sensations attacking him from each side, going limp in their arms. "Oh... oh gods... don't stop..." he whimpered softly.

Aya lifted himself enough to support them both against his half-raised body, one arm holding him up. From Omi's neck, he traveled upward toward Omi's ear, mouthing the lobe and teasing it with teeth and tongue.

Nagi's slitted gaze kept track of Aya's motions, mimicking them as best he could on the opposite side. His fingers continued to trace along Omi's spine delicately, flicking over each spot that made the other boy gasp.

Omi writhed in their arms, moaning helplessly. "Aya... Nagi... oh gods..." he cried, his hips surging up against Nagi's leg in a rhythmic motion.

Nagi paused in his motions then, sliding down Omi's body until he was able to bring his hands to work against the clasp on the other boy's shorts. His hand pressed against the fabric-covered bulge as he smiled faintly.

Immediately aware of the change, Aya pulled back slightly, watching Nagi for a moment before catching Omi's lips in a deep, needy kiss.

Omi kissed him back frantically, making tiny mewling noises in the back of his throat as Nagi's hand pressed against his cock. This was BEYOND fantasy. This was heaven.

Nagi purred, bringing his mouth against the thin fabric beneath the shorts, his hands sliding them away as he let Omi's cock come into view. He flicked his tongue out experimentally, grazing it along the thick vein beneath, then up along the tip.

Aya's hand reached out, slipping beneath the fabric of Nagi's pants as he lay curled against Omi. His fingers trailed over Nagi's hip, nails grazing the skin there.

Omi struggled with himself, and managed to get a hand to slide over the front of Aya's tight pants, stroking and squeezing in time with Nagi's movements against him.

Nagi moaned softly, shifting himself as he lay between the two. Part of him wanted to take the sweet cock at his lips and engulf it whole. The other part wanted to push back against the incessant nudge from Aya behind him.

"Gods," Aya hissed into Omi's mouth, his hand sliding around Nagi's hip to curve against Nagi's length, beginning a slow, sweet counterpoint to the more insistent movements of his partners.

"This is... insane... " Omi recovered himself long enough to gasp out. He thrust up against Nagi's hot, sweet breath, rubbing his hand along Aya's cock rhythmically.

"Sanity is overrated..." came the soft whisper from below him, Nagi's mouth pulling away just long enough to whisper those words before he pushed forward until he felt the other boy's cock pressing against the back of his throat.

Omi screamed again, vaguely grateful for the good soundproofing in the walls as he bucked upwards, his hand closing firmly over Aya's cock through his pants.

Aya gasped, jerking his head away to look down at the telekinetic, though his hand didn't still its movement. Breathing heavily, he asked, "Feeling better?"

Nagi didn't respond, his eyes slipping closed as he continued his ministrations. He sucked hard on Omi's cock, determined to drive the other boy insane with desire in as short a time as possible.

He was succeeding admirably. "D-don't make him stop to talk, damn it," Omi begged Aya, turning his head to look at the older man with a pleading gaze. "And if you stop because he's feeling better... I WILL kill you!"

Aya smiled back at Omi, laughing. "Any requests, Omi?"

Omi moaned again. "Wh-when he's done... I wanna watch you go down on HIM," he said, his eyes unfocused as he neared the edge.

Aya's eyes darkened, looking down at the lithe boy between them, then he smiled, reaching out to tug at Omi's shirt. "Done."

Nagi purred, pulling away and letting his hand stroke over Omi's cock slowly as he smirked. "Done? Maybe I should let this drag out then..."

Aya bent over, catching Nagi's lips in a deep kiss, tasting Omi on his tongue. "I meant," he said, when he pulled back up, "that I agree."

Omi moaned at the loss of sensation. "I... really don't care, so long as you don't STOP," he begged Nagi.

Nagi melted against the kiss, his hand continuing its slow motions against Omi's length, fingers tightening and releasing just enough to keep the movements erratic.

"Take off your shirt, Omi," Aya demanded, tugging Omi's hand away from his cock. "I want to see skin."

Omi released him reluctantly, his hand going to scrabble ineffectively at the hem of his shirt instead. He couldn't seem to co-ordinate his movements at all.

Nagi pulled back enough to tug on Omi's shorts and boxers, yanking them down as he was fumbling with his shirt and tossing them beside the bed. He leaned against Aya then, smirking faintly as his hand reached to close around Omi's cock once more. "There... plenty of skin."

Aya rumbled in approval, pressing a soft kiss to Nagi's temple. "Beautiful skin, wouldn't you say?" Aya asked, reaching out and tracing a fingernail over Nagi's sternum. The shift off of his arm was something of a relief, but he couldn't fully support his lovers any longer. Letting himself fall back, he smirked, then grasped Omi's wrist, dragging him down atop Nagi for a deep kiss as the three lay entangled.

Nagi's head tilted back with a low moan, exposing his throat and chest to Aya's touch. As Omi landed over him, he wrapped his legs around the assassin's waist, smiling softly.

Omi didn't protest the movement, as he brought him into closer contact with both other men. He was also still swimming from the knowledge that Aya considered him beautiful.

When he was done kissing Omi, Aya moved his lips to Nagi's neck, nibbling and suckling, his hand pressing Nagi's back against his chest, where the telekinetic could feel his heart pounding.

Nagi let out a soft whine, arching up to press his hips against Omi's as his head turned to try and nuzzle against Aya as well.

"You're beautiful too, Nagi," Aya whispered against his ear.

The telekinetic turned away at that, his eyes gaining a moment's lucidity before he let them slip closed once more. He wound around Omi then, nipping at the boy's chest and focusing on one hardening nipple.

"You're both gorgeous," Omi gasped out, panting hard. "So... incredibly sexy... Gods..."

Aya lay back, watching the two lithe teens for a few minutes as he got himself under control.

Nagi's eyes stayed closed tightly as he wound his arms around Omi and nibbled at the sensitive nub of flesh. His hips pressed back then, grinding tightly against Aya's as well.

Omi whined and reached down to touch himself, since he'd been abandoned by the other two. His mind had shut down entirely... he was only reacting to sensation now.

Intoxicated by Nagi's actions, Aya barely managed to reach out, closing his hand over Omi's wrist and holding the hand away. "Not yet," he grated out. "Nagi's still playing."

Nagi smirked then, pushing back against Omi until he was sitting, allowing the telekinetic to nuzzle his way down the slender body towards Omi's cock once more. His mouth closed around the tip, his tongue teasing against it.

"Nagi... oh gods, Nagi, you're killing me," Omi moaned, thrusting up desperately towards that amazing mouth. "You never managed to kill me in battle, so now you're trying it this way, is that it?"

Laying back and watching the two, Aya chuckled. "You don't sound particularly upset by the idea, Omi."

Omi growled playfully. "Watch how upset I get if... oh! One of you doesn't finish me DAMN soon..."

"You need some patience, lover," Aya smirked, stroking a hand through Nagi's hair.

Nagi slowed his motions, suckling gently on Omi's length, teasing but not allowing the other boy to cross that peak. His hips continued to straddle Aya's, pressing tightly against the redhead's.

Aya sighed, finally leaning forward, curling his body along Nagi's back. Lips near Nagi's ear, he asked softly, "Enjoying?" His hand found one of Nagi's nipples, pinching.

Omi's fingers tangled in Nagi's soft dark hair as he keened softly, trying futilely to direct the telekinetic's movements. "You're BOTH going to be the death of me," he moaned.

Nagi moaned at the brief pain, his body reacting to it and pushing back against Aya as one arm wound around Omi's waist for support.

Aya chuckled throatily, tracing his fingers over Nagi's outfit, wanting to drive him as wild as he was driving Omi.

Omi reached out to them both, one hand matching Aya's movements on Nagi's body while the other sought Aya's own nipples under his shirt.

"Damn," Aya sighed, arching into Omi's touch with abandon.

Nagi cried out, the sound muffled against Omi's cock as he tried to push forward and take him in fully. His own pants were now far too tight, bringing his rock-hard arousal into painful awareness.

Omi's fingers trailed down over the front of Nagi's pants, and he chuckled. "We should probably get him out of those clothes," he told Aya.

Aya growled, and he tugged himself away from both of them suddenly. "Agreed," he said harshly, moving to see what he was doing as he attacked Nagi's clothing, dragging it off of the telekinetic and pressing a kiss to flesh bared by the movements.

Nagi clung to Omi, gasping harshly and almost letting go when he felt Aya's hands removing his own clothes. The sound changed to a low moan as his cock was freed from its tight confines, one hand slipping towards it.

Omi was quick to bat away the questing hand. "Oh, no... if I can't, you can't," he growled.

Aya laughed, pressing a kiss just above Nagi's knee. "Neither of you can. We help each other, or we all die of frustration."

Nagi growled softly, pulling back just far enough that his lips brushed against Omi's tip with his words. "Then get out of your clothes, of which you're the only one still wearing any, and DO something."

Omi cried out at the odd sensation, bringing his hands back to fist in Nagi's hair again, tugging sharply at the thick, dark strands.

Aya smirked at Nagi. "Both of you need patience. Omi said after he was done, and I'm going to wait until after he's done."

Nagi let out a faint whimper, trying to bring himself back against Aya once more as he parted his lips and throated Omi's cock.

Omi's eyes rolled back in his head from the sheer force of the pleasure, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as his muscles started to tense.

Aya's hand stroked Nagi's hip, warmly smoothing over the flesh there as he admired the scene.

Nagi's back arched, his body shifting against the touch even as he increased his pace on Omi. One hand cupped the sensitive sac beneath, toying with it and caressing the flesh as he continued his ministrations.

Nagi felt the sac pull up towards Omi's body, a sure sign the older boy was dangling right on the edge of orgasm. Omi whimpered, the cries escalating sharply.

Seeing Omi's face screw up, Aya slipped from the bed, divesting himself of his clothing and returning before the two had a chance to notice anything other than each other. Even as Nagi began to pull his face away from Omi's hips, Aya latched onto Nagi's dripping cock, swallowing the tip and suckling.

Nagi wound his arm tightly around Omi's waist, holding him close as he continued to suck hard on the rigid flesh. His hand cupped the tightened sac, still caressing it gently as he tried to pull the other boy over that edge. He surged forward suddenly, a muffled scream coming from him as he felt the sudden heat surround his own cock, his entire body shuddering against them both.

Hearing the scream, Aya smiled around Nagi's cock, letting it slip into his mouth as far as he could without choking. He began to purr quietly, lapping at the length.

Omi cried out, again and again, rising towards a scream as his body tensed and released abruptly, spilling his seed into Nagi's mouth. He pried his eyes open, hearing Nagi's cries and wanting to know the cause. The sight that met his eyes nearly made him hard again. They were so beautiful...

Nagi moaned, his tongue caressing Omi's length as he milked it for each drop it could give. His arms stayed wound around the other boy's waist, holding on to support himself as he gave in to the overwhelming sensations coming from Aya.

Aya slipped a hand between Nagi's legs, trailing a single finger down beyond Nagi's sac, teasing just at the edge of the puckered opening.

When he could move again, Omi trailed a finger along Nagi's throat, down towards his chest, where he pinched sharply at a nipple.

A low keening whine left the telekinetic's throat as he lifted onto his knees and let his head fall back against his shoulders. "Please..." His eyes were half-slitted and he varied between pushing forward against the warm heat of Aya's mouth... or back against the probing touch behind him.

Still, the finger continued to tease, though Aya's mouth was in complete earnest as it drew him higher and higher.

Omi leaned down and suckled at the other nipple, alternating between pinching one and biting the other. Nagi made the most amazing noises, he discovered, purring softly.

He cried out at that, his body trembling. His head dropped forward until his cheek was nuzzling against Omi's hair, his hands resting on the other boy's shoulders. "Take me... please..." His hips rocked back against Aya's hand as he spoke, his teeth biting down against his lower lip as he tried to impale himself on that questing digit.

Aya sucked in a harsh breath at the request, lifting his head to look up at Omi. "What do you think?" he gasped out, his body already positioning itself without thought.

Omi looked back at him, eyes heated. "You take him," he rasped, voice full of passion, "and I'll go down on him. Sound good?"

"No lube, though," Aya growled, scowling. He let his finger slip just past the ring of muscle, body aching.

Omi started laughing outright. "In THIS place? Aya, are you kidding me?"

Nagi hissed softly, his hold on Omi tightening, although he didn't pull away from Aya's touch. His eyes slit to watch the two of them, his body trembling as he tried to keep himself still.

He released Nagi long enough to turn and fish in the bedside drawer, emerging triumphant with five or six small tubes. "Pick a flavour," he said, grinning.

Aya pulled his hand back, grabbing a couple of the tubes at random. "Forget flavor. The only tastes I'm interested in tonight are you two," he said roughly. He opened one of the tubes, coating his fingers with the slimy substance, warming it before he moved his touch back to Nagi's anus.

Omi watched avidly, his blue eyes bright as he returned to stroking Nagi's chest gently.

He whimpered, his hands dropping against the blankets as he braced himself on his knees, his head dropping forward while he gasped for breath. "G-gods... "

"Like that, lover?" Aya asked, slipping a single digit inside Nagi and exploring.

Nagi tried to push back against him, anything to increase the contact. His gaze flickered up to Omi in front of him, his lips remaining parted as he tried to catch his breath. "Yes... but I need more."

"Take him," Omi told Aya breathlessly. "Take him, Aya, he needs it. Needs you." His hands slipped down from Nagi's chest towards his straining erection.

Aya purred at the quiet demands, adding a second finger as he watched Nagi's face. Despite Omi's words, Aya didn't speed up, wanting to enjoy himself.

Nagi choked, trying to keep himself under control while every instinct he had was telling him to do anything to increase the contact with them both. His knees parted wider, pressing back against Aya as he clung to Omi.

"Let go, Nagi," Aya whispered. "Relax and enjoy us." A third finger, the pace now a little faster.

"I don't think he's going to last much longer, Aya," Omi murmured in an amused tone, trailing his fingers back and forth across Nagi's stomach, dipping lower each pass.

"Probably not," Aya agreed, pulling his hand back to reach for the tube and coat himself with the lube. He almost paused to ask if Nagi was sure, before the half-broken words came back to him. Positioning himself, he pressed forward a minute bit at a time, sliding into Nagi.

Nagi curled forward, winding around Omi as best he could as his breath came in ragged cries. His body was tight, and he could feel the tinge of pain as he was stretched. He knew that it would only last a moment and what came next was so much sweeter, his body pressing back against Aya as he tried to bring the other man deeper.

Omi ducked his head and returned the favour Nagi had given him, taking the younger boy's hot length into his mouth. He choked a little and pulled away until only the tip was in his mouth, contenting himself with swirling his tongue over it like a lollipop.

The telekinetic let out a scream, both of their names falling from his lips as he arched back hard against Aya. The motion brought his hips towards Omi, keeping him within the range of one of them at all times.

Aya moaned, body arching back as he felt himself encased in Nagi's heat. He began to talk, incomprehensible words that only occasionally transformed into compliments and endearments. His hands held Nagi's hips tightly, pressing against the telekinetic as he pulled out, then thrust back in.

Omi tried to match his rhythm to Aya's, though his inexperience caused him to falter several times. He made up for it with his enthusiasm, however.

Nagi's breath was coming in ragged pants, his eyes only glistening slits as he tried to keep the pace between the two. "Oh gods, don't stop... please don't..." His head fell back against Aya's shoulder as he felt his passion rising and starting to pool at his groin.

In answer to the half-coherent plea, Aya sped up, the heat, the tightness almost too much for him. He was no longer connected to his brain, and couldn't think.

Omi reached up and pinched at Nagi's nipple with one hand and Aya's with the other. He wished he could take more of Nagi into his mouth, but he didn't dare choke now.

Nagi's hands moved, one dropping to twine in Omi's hair while the other took up the neglected side of his own chest, moving in counterpoint to Omi's. His body tried to keep up with the both of them, his cried increasing with each thrust Aya made.

"When... you come.... I will," Aya gasped in promise, the rhythm one of need and desperation, now.

Omi sucked harder on the tip of Nagi's cock, hearing the strain in his teammate's voice and wanting to help him. Nagi tasted of salty, bitter precum, flowing into Omi's mouth in rivers.

Nagi's body arched up suddenly, a scream leaving his lips as his climax hit him unawares. He clung to Omi as best he could, relying on Aya's own grasp to keep him pressed against the redhead.

Omi choked under the sudden onslaught, unable to swallow it all. He pulled away, coughing, but covered Nagi's still pumping erection with one hand, stroking gently.

Aya hissed, too lost in the pleasure to make noise. His arm wrapped around Nagi, dragging him back. As Nagi's muscles milked Aya of his own sudden climax, Aya pressed Nagi close, fingers leaving faint marks.

Nagi nearly collapsed forward, whimpering softly as his body trembled with the intensity of his release. He felt as though his legs wouldn't support him, his vision swimming. All he wanted to do was wrap around the both of them.

Omi released him and wrapped his arms around the younger boy, catching Aya in the embrace as well.

Aya held him tight, finally relaxing as well. "Gods," he whispered, letting his eyes slowly open.

Nagi was slumped against the both of the, gasping softly as his eyes continued to drift closed. He nuzzled against Omi then, one hand reaching to rest against Aya as well.

Omi looked back at Aya, drifting in a haze of pleasure. "So... if this never happened... does that mean I'm still a virgin?" he asked in bemusement.

Nagi chuckled softly, his voice muffled against Omi's hair. "You weren't taken, you're still a virgin."

Omi stuck his tongue out at him, despite the fact that Nagi couldn't see it. "You know what I mean."

Aya choked at the conversation, shaking his head slightly as he nestled close to Nagi. "I have a question," he muttered sleepily.

"I have an answer," Omi replied, still giddy. "It might not match your question, but it's undeniably an answer to something."

"If this never happened in the first place, does that mean it will never happen again?" He shifted so that he could see both their faces, pressing a kiss to Omi's shoulder, then to Nagi's, as he let them figure out what he meant.

Nagi looked to the ceiling, whispering softly. "You may not want it to happen again."

Omi gave Nagi a sharp look. "Oh? Why would that be? I certainly wouldn't object to it not happening again."

Aya waited quietly, eyes darting between his two lovers.

Nagi let his eyes slip closed, swallowing hard as he fully expected to die for this. "While we were here, your real target escaped unharmed. The man you killed at the club was only a secondary bodyguard."

Omi froze, half a dozen thoughts turning over in his mind. "So you were a distraction," he said, his voice cold and emotionless.

Nagi winced visibly, but didn't make a move to get away from either of them. "I have no regrets... about anything I've done tonight. My job was to distract you. The method was left up to me."

Aya held himself very still, arm still wrapped around Nagi's body. "So you chose to seduce us?" he asked softly.

The telekinetic nodded softly, still not looking up at either of them.

"Why?" Aya asked.

"Because I wanted to," came the simple reply, whispered almost too softly to hear.

"Why?" Omi repeated Aya's question, his entire body tense.

Nagi laughed softly, shaking his head. "Because I wanted to try. I never dreamed I'd get the both of you at once. You normally pair up differently for missions."

Aya growled faintly, eyes meeting Omi's.

Omi wasn't sure how he felt about all of this. The most fantastic experience of his life... had all been a sham? Had ANY of it been real?

"You have a choice to make," Aya said quietly to Nagi, though he was still watching Omi. "You've already chosen to fuck with us," he said sardonically. "Now you get to choose how you're going to cope with it."

Nagi kept his eyes closed, curling up between them. "I wanted to do this... I wanted at least the chance. If I had come up to you sober at that club, would you have even given me a second chance?"

"Other than possibly to attack you, no, not really," Omi admitted. His voice wavered, and he cursed himself for it. "But how did you THINK we'd react to being tricked, Nagi?"

"If I truly thought that little of you, would I have told you... while still naked and at your hands?" Nagi looked up then, none of the telekinetic's typical coldness present there at all.

"Manipulative fuck," Aya whispered, half-sitting up and glaring down at the telekinetic.

Omi flinched at the coldness in Aya's voice. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he shivered, turning his face away so his two bedmates wouldn't see. "Why?" he choked out, pulling away slightly and wrapping his arms around his torso. "Why DID you do it? Why tell us now? What are you hoping to get out of this?"

"You're right. I am a manipulative fuck." He glanced towards them both, sighing softly as he lay against the bed. "I've been watching you... both of you. And I wanted a chance to actually get to this point with either of you... I never expected both."

"How sweet," Aya said icily. "A nice, romantic tale to gift-wrap this in. I hope you enjoyed yourself, at least."

Omi flinched again. Aya's tone did NOT promise much in the way of hope for salvaging anything even between the two of them. "Now what?" he asked tonelessly.

"I did," he whispered, keeping his gaze on Omi as he reached and tried to lay his hand over the other boy's. "I don't want to lose this."

"Lose WHAT, Nagi?" Omi demanded, his voice rough with unshed tears.

"He doesn't want to lose such a useful connection," Aya drawled, moving to the edge of the bed. "It would've worked out better if you'd kept your mouth shut, Prodigy."

Nagi turned on him, hissing softly. "I thought you would at least appreciate the honesty, Aya." He sighed then, moving and sliding from the bed. "Forget it... I was apparently wrong in a lot of things tonight."

Omi was left alone on the large mattress, and he couldn't bring himself to rise. He turned his face into the pillow, the tears slipping free despite his best efforts.

He started to pull on his clothes, then turned and saw Omi laying on the opposite side of the bed. Immediately, the stony expression on his face softened and he let out a faint whimper as he moved towards the other boy.

Aya growled faintly, glaring at Nagi. The glare faltered as he saw the real concern on Nagi's face, and the miserable distress in his teammate. He almost reached to stop Nagi, then let his hand fall, watching the two of them solemnly, lips still thin, eyes still dark.

Omi choked on the sobs he refused to give vent to. The most wonderfully intense experience of his life... and now it had turned to this... coldness and hatred...

Nagi moved until he was laying behind Omi, his arms coming around the other boy gently. His voice stayed at a whisper. "Omi, I'm sorry... I didn't want to hurt you, but I didn't want to have you find out about it later."

Omi let himself be held, though his eyes instinctively sought Aya's, a silent plea for comfort in the blue depths. "Why did you have to do it this way?" he asked Nagi miserably.

Nagi sighed softly, resting his forehead against Omi's back. "Because I'd been dreaming about this for so long... and I thought this would be my only chance."

Aya stared back at Omi, gaze incomprehensible as he watched Nagi's arms wrap around Omi's lean body.

"I..." Omi closed his eyes, unable to bear Aya's inscrutable gaze any longer. He shivered again. "I can understand that," he whispered, thinking of his fantasies of Aya.

He finally spoke up, voice harsh but controlled. "Nagi... if you ever attempt to seduce one of us again as a mission distraction, I will consider it personal betrayal."

Nagi froze, blinking faintly as if not quite believing what he was hearing. His voice rose hesitantly from somewhere around the vicinity of Omi's hair. "And if it's not a mission distraction?"

Omi tensed as well, hoping against hope that Aya's next words would turn this back from a nightmare into a dream once more.

"It stays separate from Weiß and Schwarz. Am I clear?" He stalked forward, grasping Nagi's chin and dragging the hacker's eyes to his. "Completely separate."

Nagi swallowed hard, nodding as he found himself caught in that violet gaze. "I understand." His arms tightened around Omi then as a soft, genuine smile came to his face.

Omi dared to open his eyes again, and flinched once more at the angry look on Aya's face. "Aya?" he whispered, his voice pleading.

Aya had been intending to drop Nagi's chin at that, to turn and give the two teens whatever time they needed while he dealt with what he still considered a betrayal. Instead, his attention caught by Omi's plea and the smile on Nagi's face, he slid his fingers slowly over Nagi's cheek, then did likewise to Omi. "Yes?" he asked Omi quietly.

Omi turned his face into the contact, the tears still sliding over his cheeks catching on Aya's fingertips. "Wh-what about... you and I?"

Aya let his thumb drift over Omi's lips, then glanced back at Nagi, trying to gauge his reaction to the question.

Nagi watched the two, nuzzling against Omi's shoulder as he glanced up to Aya then, his expression much calmer than it had been.

Omi held his breath as he waited for Aya's answer, wondering if he'd just condemned himself. He clutched at one of Nagi's hands for support.

Aya sighed, looking back at Omi thoughtfully. "That stays separate from Weiß, too. Missions are missions, for all of us."

Nagi smiled, the gesture felt against Omi's skin as he tightened his hand around the other boy's.

"H-hai," Omi managed, smiling through his tears at the older man. "Then... come back to bed? Please?"

Nagi shifted to the side of the bed, wrapping an arm around Omi's waist and pulling him to the center so that he would be in between Nagi and Aya.

Searching Nagi's eyes, Aya climbed slowly into bed, gathering his youngest teammate against his chest and catching Nagi's arm, tugging him close, too. "We all get one second chance, right?" he whispered as he held Nagi's wrist, loosely.

Omi buried his face in Aya's shoulder, twining his fingers tightly through Nagi's, and nodded once.

Nagi stared at him, shocked for a moment before he brought Aya's hand up and kissed the side gently. Smiling, he let himself wind around Omi, his eyes drifting half closed lazily.