|fayriefox (fayriefox) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-26 11:10:00
|Entry tags:||a: fayriefox, f: weiss kreuz|
Dressed to Kill, Weiss Kreuz (Omi/Nagi)
Title: Dressed to Kill
Prompt: Nov 24th - Weiss Kreuz - Nagi/Omi - feminisation - It was embarrassing and a little uncomfortable, but if it made him happy...
Summary: Nagi is interested in Omi’s latest undercover disguise.
A/N: Sorry this is late.
The uniform was from an undercover mission he’d just gotten back from, Nagi found out later on. Some professor at a girl’s school getting into trouble, nothing unusual there; boarding schools seemed to attract all the weirdoes. In any case, when Nagi had walked into the room, escorted by Aya as always, Omi was wearing the slip part of it while he typed up the last of his report.
“Hey, Nagi. I’ll be done with this in a minute then I need to change. That alright with you?” Omi asked as the door was shut behind him. He imagined the redhead was standing there, listening to make sure he didn’t attack the other teen. The man didn’t trust him but was willing to tolerate him for Omi’s sake, as were the other two.
“That’s fine with me.” He said quietly as he watched the other type furiously at the keyboard. A shift to sit cross-legged in the chair brought the already too short skirt to just barely cover him in any polite manner. “How did you not get caught in a skirt that short?”
“This is actually an underskirt I wore just to be safe. The actual uniform is in the bag over there. It kept getting in the way so I took it off.” Omi replied.
Nagi walked over to the bag and reached in to pull the skirt, an ankle-length dark green piece of clothing, out; underneath it was another underskirt, this one as long as the skirt itself with lace along the bottom in mint green. He walked over to the bed and laid out the underskirt with the skirt on top then went to pull the blouse and vest out of the bag and laid them out as well. Meanwhile, Omi had finished his report and was watching him.
“Why don’t you wear that tonight?” The blond asked, “I bet it’ll look better on you than it ever did on me. It was too short so it should be just past your ankles. It’ll be more fun.”
Hesitantly the brunette nodded, he would never admit to anyone except Crawford his liking for women’s clothes and his comfort when wearing them. It was extremely embarrassing for him. He was beginning to find, though, that Omi actually enjoyed his inclination for them. Probably because he could molest the other boy all he wanted and nobody would notice any physical reaction to the touches under the skirts he preferred.
It made Nagi a little uncomfortable, and at first he’d been worried that Omi had actually wanted a girlfriend and not a boyfriend, but Nagi had gone along with it because Omi had liked it, until he overheard Farfarello speaking with Omi one night when he’d come to pick him up for a date. He had asked Omi why he felt he could only protect Nagi when the brunette was in skirts; the blond had smiled and said he didn’t feel that way. He’d told Farfarello that he liked it when Nagi wore skirts because everyone else expected him to protect Nagi but the fact was that Nagi was the stronger of the two. That one fact amused Omi to no end and once Farfarello had heard his reasoning he burst out laughing, saying something about pretty little weapons.
Tying the bow on the blouse, Nagi smirked at his reflection. It was very true, he was Omi’s pretty little weapon and when Omi took over as Persia Nagi would continue to be so. But tonight they were just going to deal with a gang overstepping its boundaries down by the docks. The big fish could wait another year or two.