Death and Resurrection

Nagi felt so disgusted with his inability to control the hormones raging inside his body, flooding his mind. Coming home night after night with a hard on from the merciless killing of innocent humans. Those who were unfortunate enough for Takatorisan to get a disliking for.

He plopped down on his almost soft bed, and began the same after-mission ritual that he had performed since he had discovered how to relieve his uncomfortable “condition.” Slowly at first, then faster, letting the flood of images pass before his eyes. Always at first there was a recap of the nights events. The replaying of his victim’s death, caused by his and his teammates ruthless actions. From that followed others, highlights of those he found to be so erotic that they repeated themselves without his biding. Finally, as he grew closer to climax, the inevitable visions of *him* flashed before Nagi’s closed lids. His dark hair and eyes that seemed to gleam in the moonlight. His eyes that always challenged, always flashed bright in the heat of battle, always captured Nagi’s sense of longing and brought it forth.

As Nagi fulfilled his need, as he finally fell over the edge of ecstasy into a temporary oblivion relieving him of the pain of his life, his imagined lover mirrored his climax, screaming his pleasure into the far recesses of Nagi’s mind. Nagi held tight to the images of his sweat stained love, lying beneath him, peaceful, not threatening, dangerous as he usually appeared in the presence of the young boy.

It was during these peaceful moments that Nagi let his mind wander to more philosophical thoughts. How had he become attracted to this man, his enemy? Well, his mind responded to itself, was the perceived danger, the threat of serious injury, not parallel to foreplay, in a way? Is the act of climaxing, of spilling one’s very essence into the surrounding environment, and becoming enveloped in a ecstatic peace, not a gruesome mirror of having one’s body rent apart and bleeding to death, followed by an ascent into a heavenly afterlife? Were his actions not a reflection of the fate of many of Nagi’s nighttime victims?

As his mind debated on the matter of sexual acts as a mirror for death, Nagi gently drifted to sleep. The last thought on his mind: “You will be mine, my beautiful moonlight lover.”

~oOo~

“Heero, Wufei, stop. Try to be more careful, we’re only practicing right now. Here kick the ball like this,” Ken said as he demonstrated the correct way to kick the soccer ball. Teaching small children to play soccer may have been fun, but teaching beginner teenagers, who had already decided that they *knew* the proper way to play was just nerve wracking!!

“Sumimasen. Sorry that I am late, I didn’t quite get my chores done on time,” a quiet, but steady voice behind him admonished.

Ken jumped slightly at the unexpected touch on his back. The small, dark haired, blue eyed boy now standing beside Ken looked up at him expectantly for instructions. Ken, momentarily distracted by the depth to the new comer’s eyes, a depth Ken usually only saw in the eyes of his most criminally experienced victims, simply stared dumbly down at the boy. He held about him some familiarity, however Ken could not quite place it.

“Uh...sure...um...yeah...” Ken fumbled, gaining his composure while shifting through a stack of ‘necessary’ papers. “Fill these out, have a parent sign them, and return them next week at practice,” Ken said as he handed the slight boy various health and release forms.

The boy looked at him uncertainly, and reluctantly grasped the papers from Ken’s outstretched hand. “What...what if you don’t have any parents?” the boy asked reluctantly, a lonely tinge entering his previously bright, sparkling eyes.

“Um...well...have a guardian sign them, then. Anyway, I’m Ken, your coach, obviously. What’s your name?” Ken asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“Nagi. Naoe Nagi.” His answer was simple, all that Ken needed to know at the moment. He could see the tiny flicker of unnamed recognition cross through Ken’s cheerful features. Nagi just hoped that Ken would not be able to recognize him for who he really was with the day shining brightly all around. He hoped that the night, which had brought him and this angel together, had kept enough of his identity to keep the athletic beauty from recognizing him. Nagi knew that he was taking a risk in all of this, but he didn’t care. If his plan unfolded the way he wanted, everything would be perfect.

~oOo~

As practice wore on, the other boys on the team gradually became jealous of Nagi’s apparent superior skills with the ball. He was obviously inexperienced not being able to perform even the simplest moves, but, after watching Ken’s example, Nagi was able to imitate anything that Ken taught (or attempted to teach in the case of some students). None of the other students even thought that perhaps Nagi was using special powers to control the ball, they all blamed the mysterious breeze that somehow manifested itself whenever Nagi was in control of the ball.

When the sun’s departure began to tint the evening sky with deep oranges and reds, Ken called the practice over. The parents all came out to greet their kids, and talk with the coach about the first day of practice. Nagi easily slipped out of the quickly disappearing crowd of eager parents.

A relieved Ken said his last good-byes to the remaining parents before gathering up all of the equipment used, and locking it in the storage facility/concession stand beside the rusting bleachers. Stopping briefly before heading to his waiting motorcycle, Ken made a final sweeping glance around the field.

With his eyes, now accustomed to picking shapes out of the darkened, moonlit landscape, Ken deciphered a lingering shape crouching beneath a large oak tree to the right of the field. The position of the figure, near the base of the tree, cast him in complete shadows. Ken’s mind immediately turned to ways to defend himself should this person be dangerous, readying his body for any sudden attacks that the stranger might make. As he looked longer, Ken realized that this was one of his new students by the red and yellow uniform of their team. He relaxed and moved to join the lonely boy beneath the tree.

However, the closer that Ken got to the boy, the stronger the feeling of unease growing in his belly. In his mind Ken could see numerous villains who has spent their final moments in the same position in which Nagi now sat, frozen looking directly into Ken’s eyes. What disturbed him the most was the feral, predatory look condensed into the pools of Nagi’s eyes; dangerous jewels amid his otherwise calm face.

The quiet sounds of an awakening night all around him, and the look in the boy’s eyes began to weigh on Ken’s sense of danger. Finally he spoke, more an attempt to dispel the relative quiet of the impeding night and the uncomfortable atmosphere. “Where are your parents...uh...I mean guardians, Nagi? Haven’t they come to pick you up yet?”

Rather than answer immediately, Nagi stood. He slowly, gracefully moved so that he and Ken were all but touching. Moving his head up to where their lips were millimeters from touching, he replied, “They aren’t coming. They don’t care. I’ll walk home. Don’t worry.” Nagi’s eyes, which had been at half mast, slowly opened and drunk in the last of the sun’s light dancing on Ken’s smooth, surprised countenance.

“No,” Ken choked out after a few moments of silence intensified by the hungry look emanating from the recesses of Nagi’s eyes. “I’ll take you home, if you don’t mind riding on my motorcycle, that is.” Ken hated to admit it, but the close proximity of the child to him was extremely arousing. The sound of his voice, breaking the enchanting spell of the boy before him, only somewhat relieved the growing sense of awakening coursing through his body.

“That sounds perfect,” Nagi purred as he took the step that closed the tiny gap between the two. The sudden movement, and gentle collision between the two bodies caused Ken to softly gasp. Through his muddled thoughts Ken wondered exactly how he had been so greatly aroused. Sure the boy against him was gorgeous, and the situation in itself was arousing, but he had never experienced this level of captivation before with so little cause. It was at this time that he felt the movement, as of a thousand tiny hands almost imperceptibly moving over the surface of his skin, over the entirety of Ken’s body.

Ken tried to stop them, to stop the pleasure that crashed over all his other senses in wave after wave of sensation, but was unable to move. Instead he grasped the body pressed firmly to his own for support from the overwhelming sensations assailing his body. He then remembered the silent one looking up into his closed eyes, and opened them to the deep pools of Nagi’s captivating eyes, the color so reminiscent of a warm summer ocean. It was then that he recognized his enemy. Ken tried to free himself from the feelings swimming around inside his body, tried to feel anger, to feel fear, to feel any of the other emotions that usually accompanied the appearance of this slender figure.

“You are mine now, Ken. Give in, surrender your body to the pleasure that I, and no one else can give,” Nagi gently breathed into Ken’s slightly parted lips.

“You are safe in my arms. You may die tonight, but tomorrow you will be resurrected in my arms.”

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