Meant To Be

Kaoru wrapped his pink silk bathrobe around himself as he stepped out of the bathroom, moving forward to the bed. He sighed heavily when he saw Omi already sitting on it, eating chocolate cookies while reading a book. Omi seemed blissfully unaware of the crumbs that were scattering all over the bed.

“Must you eat that junk in the bed? I won’t sleep a wink, feeling those nasty crumbs digging into my skin all night,” Kaoru huffed as he moved to the nightstand, getting out his nail buffer.

Omi just smiled calmly, his eyes crinkling. “I’m sorry, Kaoru…I forgot.” Kaoru just huffed again, and Omi stood up, leisurely brushing the crumbs off of the bed. Kaoru looked the bed over, sniffed, and slipped under the covers, sitting with his back up against the headboard. He buffed at his nails, smiling approvingly as he worked them to a shine. Omi slipped back into the bed next to him, and leaned in to kiss at his neck.

Kaoru didn’t even look up from his nails. “Go brush your teeth before you kiss me with that sugary mouth.”

Omi smiled, murmuring, “Yes, Kaoru.” He stood up from the bed, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he reentered the bedroom, he tingled with pleasure when he saw that Kaoru was putting the nail buffer back in the nightstand, and taking out the two bobby pins he kept there.

Kaoru looked up as he pinned one side of his hair away from his face. “Wipe that smirk off your face. Don’t assume anything.” Omi bit his lip, struggling to keep a neutral face. It was just that whenever Kaoru pinned his hair back like that in bed, it meant that he was planning to go down on Omi in the very near future. He hated getting his hair in his mouth, so he always took that precaution before even beginning. Omi felt his manhood becoming rigid from the very sight of Kaoru fixing his hair.

Omi just slipped into bed, reaching out and stroking lightly at Kaoru’s silk draped thigh. He lifted the edge of the robe just slightly, feeling the delicate material. Kaoru couldn’t fight a little shudder from shaking his body, and he turned his head towards Omi. Their lips brushed lightly, and Kaoru moaned softly. Omi placed his hand at Kaoru’s waist, pulling him in closer as he parted his lips, slipping his tongue inside of Kaoru’s mouth.

They kissed each other; sweetly at first, then with more passion. Kaoru’s hand had rested on Omi’s chest, but it dropped purposefully into his lap. Omi broke away from the kiss to cry out loudly as Kaoru stroked at his aching erection through his boxers. Kaoru gave a naughty smile, kissing a path down Omi’s throat. His slender fingers squeezed firmly at Omi as he continued to kiss downwards.

Soon, his mouth was there, and Omi was already eagerly tugging his boxers down on his hips. His hardness was suddenly free, and Kaoru wrapped one elegant hand around it, lowering his head to press his full lips against the head. His tongue crept out, licking at the very sweet liquid there. “Oh, Omi,” he murmured, then engulfed the head with his mouth. Omi arched his back, crying out in pleasure and digging his nails into the sheets below him. Kaoru worked leisurely, taking the length into his mouth inch by inch, occasionally sliding it all the way back out just to go all the way back down. Omi writhed on the bed, his hand flying to his face, where his eyes were shut tight. He groaned in ecstasy as Kaoru took him all the way down his throat.

"Oh! Yes! Yes!" he cried out in English as he released powerfully.

Kaoru smirked as he patted his mouth lightly with the handkerchief that he kept in his robe pocket. "I know I've done a good job when I can make you scream in English." Omi just panted, flopping his sweat dampened head back onto the bed and closing his eyes tightly.

Kaoru sat up, removed the bobby pins from his hair, and returned them to the drawer. He leaned back imperially, adjusting pillows behind him so that he was in a good position, and then smiled smugly. He lifted the sash of his robe, offering it into Omi's outstretched hand. Omi accepted it, tugging lightly to undo it, making Kaoru's robe fall open. Omi smiled, walking on his hands and knees closer, then parted the robe more with his hands. Kaoru's slim, delicate body and his feminine robe contrasted sharply with his very erect manhood, a fact that Omi found strangely enticing. He moved in even closer, then kissed all over Kaoru's pale skin, which was just starting to get a rosy pink glow from arousal.

Kaoru always tried to act unflappable, even in bed - it was all part of his "royalty" act. However, it always fell apart within seconds of Omi taking him in his mouth. "Ah, ah, Omi...Omi..." he cried, squirming wildly with pleasure. Omi just took him further in his mouth, humming softly. Kaoru screamed and bucked his hips wildly, reaching down and grabbing onto Omi's head, kneading handfuls of silver hair. "Oh, God, Omi!" he moaned, obviously enjoying every second. Omi rolled his tongue around and around in his mouth, thrilling Kaoru further.

"God, Omi, I can't take it!" Kaoru cried out loudly, furiously thrusting as he released, pulsing into his mouth. Omi swallowed and carefully brought his mouth off of Kaoru, then smiled up gently at his lover, who was still groaning, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead as he rocked from side to side slightly, still overcome with ecstasy.

Omi moved up beside him, and Kaoru trembled, snuggling up to him like a small child would. He nuzzled his face into Omi's chest, sighing happily. Omi stroked his silky hair lovingly. "Kaoru...you'll have to control your voice in the future, or we'll have complaints from the neighbors," he teased in his soft voice.

Kaoru sniffed haughtily, regaining some of his regal air. "What are you talking about? I'm not loud! And besides, the dorm on the right is yours, and the dorm on the left is that drippy artist Iwai...he'd never complain about anything." Omi just chuckled softly, kissing him on the forehead. He pulled away to shut off the lamp, then cuddled up to Kaoru once more. They both fell asleep quickly.

The next day was the first day Omi encountered his nemesis, Nakajima Hideaki. Not in the flesh, but through the computer. Kaoru was working on some Treasury business, when he suddenly made a confused noise. Omi looked up from his bag of candy, and Kaoru spoke, hesitatingly. "Something's...wrong with the computer, I think." Curious, Omi crossed the room to him. Kaoru rolled his chair away from his computer so that Omi could hover over it.

Omi's brows knitted slowly as he clicked and typed. He gave a small gasp of surprise. "Someone is hacking into the system!" He typed faster, trying to uncover the criminal. "Hmmm...it looks like it's coming from the student council office..." The screen showed that the attacker was the student council president, Niwa, the King himself! Omi deftly routed the hacker out, and advised Kaoru to hold off on working on the system for the moment, until he could sort things out.

Omi headed for the door, and Kaoru gasped. "Are you just going to confront him?"

Omi turned around slowly, giving a calm gaze. "Why, yes, of course, Kaoru. I want to know what he thinks he's doing."

He headed for the student council room, and knocked firmly there. No reply came, but Omi waited patiently, knocking again. Someone was in there on the computer, he was sure of it. Finally, the door slowly opened. A tall boy with dark blue hair and piercing navy eyes looked out at him. The light flashed quickly off his designer eyeglasses, and Omi started for a moment when he saw just a glint of cruelty there.

"Excuse me for the intrusion," Omi began, "I'm Shichijo Omi, from the Treasury Department. May I come in?"

The boy made no move to allow him inside. "State your business," he said in a low, cold voice.

Omi frowned, but stayed calm. "Is President Niwa here?"

The boy's face twitched, but he just gave a grunt. "He's out now."

Omi folded his arms across his chest. "Then, it's you I need to speak with. I assume you're the vice president..." Omi's eyes scanned the plaque by the door. "...Nakajima Hideaki?" The boy just grunted, confirming his identity. Omi continued. "Will you please allow me inside? I don't want to have to say these things in the hallway where other students could hear."

Nakajima's eyes flashed, and he stepped back, allowing Omi to step inside. As soon as the door was closed, Omi spoke. "Our Treasury system was hacked by the president's computer just now. I'd like to know the meaning of this."

Nakajima pushed his lenses higher on his nose. "Hmph...I have no idea what you're talking about."

Omi stared at him calmly. "All I'm saying is this: I want the hacking to stop here. As long as it does, I won't have to notify the chairman of this infringement."

Nakajima just sneered. "Psshh...you're just a pathetic treasury dog, coming in here and yapping threats." Omi frowned, furrowing his brow. "Tch...whatever..." Nakajima continued. "Do whatever you want. I just can't guarantee that the hacking will stop. I mean, it's so easy...the Treasury defense system is so lacking...or so I've heard." His lips curled up in a cruel, provoking smile.

Despite himself, Omi's face flushed with anger. How dare this arrogant boy insult the system he had created? It was virtually foolproof - this boy had to be even more of a genius at hacking than he himself was to be able to break in.

Omi's thoughts were broken off by the cold eyed boy stepping closer and speaking. "Hmmm...you've got a pretty good look on your face right now. So flushed with anger...I wonder if it looks the same when you're about to come?"

Omi gasped in surprise, staggering backwards, but Nakajima was fast. He grasped Omi by the wrist, spinning him around. He then deftly grabbed Omi's other hand with his free hand, then contained them both in his powerful right hand. Omi struggled angrily as Nakajima jerked him backwards, pulling him in close and grinding his body suggestively against Omi's as he hissed in his ear. "I wonder...if your defenses are just as weak as your computer's?"

Omi stammered angrily. "Cut it out! Now!"

Nakajima gave a cruel laugh. "Why stop now? We're having so much fun." He took his left hand and ran it down Omi's body, from his chest to below his waist. Omi glowered, struggling to get free. But the guy was surprisingly strong, and it was futile. He just seethed with fury, and Nakajima quickly became frustrated when Omi's body wouldn't react to him.

"Worthless dog," he grunted, releasing Omi with a rude push forward.

Omi quickly spun around, backing towards the door as he rubbed his sore wrists. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, shaking his head.

Nakajima just pushed his glasses up his nose with one finger, turning his body away as he did so. "Get out, dog. Go back to your master." Omi seethed with indignation, but he turned and left, not wanting to spend one more minute with such a twisted freak.

He stumbled back to the treasury room. He slammed the door behind him, and collapsed onto the couch, weary with outrage and a tinge of fear. Kaoru looked up, surprised, and hurried over to him.

"Omi? Omi! What's wrong?" he asked, becoming alarmed as he placed a hand on Omi and felt him shaking.

Omi recounted the whole ordeal to his partner, whose green eyes glittered dangerously. "The student council has just made enemies out of the Treasury...and thus, made an enemy out of the chairman. It will be...interesting to see how this plays out."