Disclaimers: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of its characters. If
you see this fic and want to sue me the only thing you will get will
be my anime collection, cuz I have no money (
Author: Max Ikari
Pairings: Yohji/Aya, Schuldich/Aya
Warnings: NC-17, Lemon, non-consensual sex, violence, adult language,
etc.
[] Inner thoughts
/Mind talking/
The Devil's Own
Chapter 7
All the way back from his encounter with Weiss, Aya had the feeling
that he had destroyed any last chance of ever going back to Weiss.
He wondered why he didn't feel any remorse for his behavior with
Yohji. He had pointed a gun to the guy and he didn't feel a thing.
The anger he had felt at seeing Yohji he couldn't understand. He was
confused; all of his emotions were in a jumble making him even more
confused.
" What's wrong?" asked Schuldich with a sly smile, " are you having
regrets?"
Aya simply glared at him and turned his face to the window. He could
still feel Schuldich staring at him it made him very uncomfortable.
He couldn't understand the sudden sensitivity he had towards the
German redhead. Feeling Schuldich's hand on his thigh startled him
into awareness of his surroundings.
" What?" Aya asked glaring at Schuldich in an attempt to make the guy
go away.
" Nothing," said Schuldich, " I didn't think I needed permission to
touch you."
"Humph," said Aya and grabbing Schuldich's hands he removed it form
his thigh, " I am not yours to touch."
" But my dearest…" said Schuldich. Aya glared at him making
Schuldich stop.
Crawford stared from where he was driving the car, smirking at the
way this night's events turned out. So it seemed that the German
redhead could deliver what he promised. Aya/Ran now had betrayed his
comrades and had pointed a gun to Yohji's forehead. He had seen a
vision of the events happening, but it was so much more satisfying to
see them in live action.
" Crawford?" asked Nagi who was looking at him with a question in his
eyes.
" It's nothing to fear Nagi, our life will be much more interesting
form now on," said Crawford not even trying to suppress the smile
that tugged at his lips. He could still see from the rear view
mirror how Schuldich rubbed up to Ran like a bitch in heat and from
the looks of it Ran was confused by the events that had happened.
Didn't know what to think. Poor redhead, he didn't know that the
more he slept with Schuldich, the more control Schuldich could have
over him. That is what had Schuldich so ensnared; he could control
the uncontrollable. The more he fucked Ran the more the latter would
think the world of him. When Schuldich was done with him, Ran would
see no wrong in the German, a powerful weapon, a powerful and
dangerous weapon that was a double-edged sword. The tricks the mind
can play…
" Yohji-kun?" asked Omi for about the thousand time. Yohji loved the
boy but if Omi looked at him with those puppy eyes again and asked
how he was feeling he was going to explode.
" Kid I AM fine," snapped Yohji trying not to sound as upset as he
actually was. Omi must have noticed it because he became quiet in
the back seat and turned to look out the window. Ken gave turned to
glare at him, he didn't care.
" Have to get him outta there," said Yohji talking to no one in
particular, " Why the fuck did he end up there in the first place?"
He swore when a bunch of kids in a red jeep cut in the lane in from
of him without signaling.
" He's betrayed us Yohji," said Ken as a matter of fact from the
passenger seat. Yohji knew what that meant.
" NO, no…he did not betray us, he did not leak information to them,"
said Yohji feeling the anger rise at Ken's accusations.
" How would you know?" snapped Ken, " At least I am prepared to see
the truth for what it is instead of thinking that because you fuck
somebody they can't betray you!" Yohji could see that Ken regretted
the instant the words left his mouth but it still hurt. Ken thought
him a star struck girl. A high school girl with a crush. Damn him.
Yohji didn't say a thing only kept driving all the while gripping the
steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
" I'm sorry…" whispered Ken so quietly that Yohji almost didn't hear
him, " It's just that, Aya of all people you know?…I can't get over
the fact that he seemed so different, as if he was not himself"
" It's that damned telepath, he must have messed with his head of
something," grunted Yohji while releasing his deadly grip in the
steering wheel to rub at sore shoulder muscles.
" Maybe, however, he has been acting weird since Aya-chan…" mumbled
Ken not being able to finish the thought. He was staring at his
hands as if asking them to give him the answers he didn't have.
" I-I know, I was there remember?" asked Yohji quietly, " He
mentioned his sister, called me her killer in not so many words. We
had already discussed that."
" I bet since you were sleeping with him," said Ken smiling, trying
to smooth things between them.
" Shut up, you are one to talk seeing what you are doing with Omi,
bite your tongue before you start throwing accusations eh?" Ken
blushed a scarlet red and fidgeted awkwardly smiling.
" I thought so," said Yohji pleased with himself.
" Baby, you shouldn't get angry," drawled Schuldich, the tone of his
voice dripped pure sex. Aya felt as if the German was undressing him
with his eyes. A feeling he didn't like very much.
" Stop it," snapped Aya tired of all the confusion and exhausted with
the day.
" Umm, are you still angry that you pulled the gun on Balinese?"
asked Schuldich coming behind Aya staring to rub the tenseness out of
his shoulders. Aya knew where this would lead and for the moment not
caring because of Schuldich's able hands were removing all the tension
" You like that?" drawled Schuldich and not breaking the pace he had
set, started nibbling at Aya's ear.
" Schuldich…" said Aya warningly but failed to put much emphasis in
his threat.
" Ran, you should know by now that I get what I want and what I want
right now is to be inside of you. To have you panting and squirming
beneath me," said the redhead without stopping. Aya couldn't think
straight when this was being done to him and turned to look at the
red head. Schuldich stopped and stared back only smiling.
" Like anything?" asked the German. Aya felt a blush rise to his
cheeks and for the first time felt the stirrings of something more
than simple lust in his gut. He closed the space between them and
kissed the German. It was the first time he had initiated a kiss.
[Seems we have progress]
/What do you want Ran? Do you know? /
Ran stopped at stared at him and only one thought crossed his mind /I
want you. I want you to take me. /
Crawford was smiling at the turn of events. He stared at the ceiling
knowing what was going on up there and thought back to his most
recent vision. When he had first accepted the redhead into their
groups he didn't think the supposed "consequences" could be so
entertaining. Right now the blonde one, Balinese must be fuming and
figuring out a way to save their leader from Schwartz. That was what
amused Crawford so much, the reluctance Weiss had when having to
accept the fact that their leader had abandoned them. Was sleeping
with the enemy, literally.
Right now Ran was debating on whether he simply lusted for the German
or if he loved him. Crawford already knew which answer Ran would
pick and the consequences of such answer. Hmm, the kittens were such
an interesting bunch to play with. He was really looking forward to
this.
Schuldich lay spent on top of Aya both of them with their sweat
slicked bodies laying still from the exertion. Schuldich seemed
content having had Aya under him panting and wanting more. The fact
that Aya had initiated the act thrilled Schuldich to no ends. It
didn't mean that Schuldich would let Aya take the upper hand but it
meant that the redhead did not despise him or fear intimacy with him
that much. Damn, today by far had been the most satisfying sex he
had experienced with the redhead. He also thought Aya had liked it
because the red head was usually more quiet during sex. Today,
however, he had been quite vocal, not outright screaming but more
encouraging sounds, sounds he had not heard voiced only thought
about. Poor Abyssian, so confused by the recent turn of events to
see things clearly. However, Schuldich didn't complain, on the
contrary he was quite happy with the way things were going. Now he
was sure that his hold on the redhead was increasing since he did not
sense Yohji in his mind, only him. Schuldich was becoming the
German's everything, making the German become hard again from the
thought. He was still buried inside of Aya and he was hardening
inside of him. He heard the quiet moan that escaped Aya's parted
lips and the redhead started to move inside of him.
" I am hard again," said Schuldich when Aya opened his eyes to look
at him.
Aya was going to say something but Schuldich didn't really want to
hear it, he captured Aya's lips and kissed him with a ferocity that
nearly stole Aya's breath. Both their tongues mingling, trying to
take more in of each other. The only sounds in the room where their
frantic breathing and an occasional moan whenever Schuldich would
move inside Aya. Aya broke the kiss out of necessity he needed to
breathe.
" Schuldich…why?…again?" asked Aya in an almost pout.
" I was just thinking how hot you looked right now and I became hard
again. So how do you want it?" asked Schuldich pulling himself out
and burying himself as deeply as he could inside Aya's body. Aya
arched and wrapped his legs around the German as the latter started
to build a rhythm.
" So I asked how do you want it?" asked Schuldich again burying
himself into the redhead and hitting his sweet spot.
" Oh gods!" gasped Aya wrapping himself tighter against the German
and pushing down to have the German deeper in him.
" So I guess you want it hard?" said Schuldich in between pumps, " I
want to have you completely…give me that control."
He delved into Aya's thought and they were pure chaos, trying to put
into some kind of order what the German was telling him.
" What…what do you want from me?" whispered Aya closing his eyes
trying not to see the telepath's reaction.
" Everything," said Schuldich making Aya arch of the bed trying to
repress a gasp of pure pleasure. Schuldich was also reaching his
orgasm and began pumping harder, " Give yourself to me, you are mine
now."
/I can't…I don't know…/
/Forget Weiss, forget Yohji, forget your past life, it has given you
nothing more than pure suffering. Start a new life, a new
existence. A life with me, with Schwartz/
Aya's body contracted and his seed spilled between their bodies.
Schuldich followed shortly but still he didn't miss it, Aya's quiet
whisper, " Yes…"
Yohji had not slept a wink. His sleep kept being interrupted by
dreams of Aya. They had just finished making love and when he would
turn to see Aya's face he was looking down the barrel of a gun. He
would look up into hate filled eyes and simply hear a shot. He would
think he was dead, however, upon opening his eyes to see, he would
see Aya's dead body and Schuldich holding the gun, an amused smirk on
his face.
He would lung at Schuldich, anger and grief clouding his senses, the
only purpose was to kill that German, choke the life out of him, but
then the German would tell him [He betrayed you, why avenge him?]
[Because I loved him, I loved him and you took him away from me]
[What made you think that he ever belonged to you? He belonged to me
the moment I laid eyes on him.]
[Noo! Are lying! We cared about each other!]
[I only let you have him; I let him believe it was you he loved; now
I have him back. His soul will be mine forever] and the German would
disappear carrying a dead Aya in his arms.
Being woken up by this kind of dream was not comfortable at all.
" I know the feeling"
Yohji lifted his gaze startled to find the German telepath in his
windowsill. Yohji felt his own anger rise by seeing the bastard in
his room as if nothing happened.
" What the fuck are you doing here?" he hissed.
" Oh nothing Yo-tan. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.
So…how are you holding up?" asked the telepath in a mocking tone.
" Damn you!" said Yohji before launching himself at the redhead.
Afterwards he would reflect about his stupidity but right now all he
could think was that the bastard was here to throw all the shit in
his face. Schuldich moved out of Yohji's way easily.
"Hey Yo-tan you are a little bit violent today. Had a rough night?"
asked Schuldich amused.
" Where's Aya you bastard?" asked Yohji
" Oh..." Yohji could see that the redhead was amused, " I left him
home, he had a very trying night."
Yohji knew what that meant, the whole sentence dripped with sexual
innuendo.
" Damn you," hissed Yohji dangerously close to killing the German.
" Well I was coming to give my regards, but I guess I am not
welcome," said the German in a mocking tone.
" Why the fuck are you here? To torment me?" asked Yohji having given
up.
" Well seeing that Weiss is going to try and get their leader back, I
am just here to tell you that he belongs to me," said Schuldich.
" He belongs to you?" asked Yohji incredulously, " He is not a piece
of meat to own."
" Hmm, it is irrelevant, I am just here to warn you Aya is no longer
the Aya you knew, he has left all that behind," said the German, " I
made sure of that last night."
" What did you do to him?" asked Yohji quietly, fearing his nightmare
was becoming true.
" Let's just say I gave him something to look forward to," said
Schuldich and with that left the room. Yohji stared at the window a
few moments before throwing an overflowing ashtray to the window.
" Fuck, fuck…" said Yohji burying his face in his hands, " I hope you
can forgive me.
Omi knocked quietly for about the seventh time today and the playboy
still didn't open the door. Omi had heard Yohji's heavy cursing and
throwing of things wondering what the hell was going on. Ken had
told him not to bother Yohji but he could just leave Yohji alone.
"Yohji-kun? Please open we are worried," pleaded Omi. Suddenly the
door opened and there stood a very sad Yohji. He looked terribly
tired, as if he hadn't slept a wink all night. He was looking at Omi
in a manner that made the younger man nervous. Now he wasn't sure if
he should have insisted in Yohji talking to him that much.
" Are you okay Yohji-kun?" asked Omi quietly, trying not to get the
man angry.
" Huh? Oh yeah, I am fine kiddo just not enough sleep," said Yohji
with a smile that Omi could see right through.
" Yohji you don't look it," said Omi with an unusually serious
tone, " we all miss him terribly but we are going to get him back."
" That's the problem Omi, I think we are too late," said Yohji
avoiding his eyes by looking at the wall behind Omi.
" What do you mean Yohji-kun?" asked Omi suddenly afraid.
" Schuldich came to see me today, it seems that he and Aya have a
whole little relationship going on," there was bitterness on the tone
but you couldn't fail to hear the hurt.
" I-I loved him and he left, he left to be with that bastard and I
think that he is now gone," said Yohji looking at Omi with so much
fear and sadness in his eyes. Omi knew what Yohji was thinking;
everybody he had opened his heart to had left him, Asuka and now
Aya. He hoped Yohji wouldn't go through what he went after he had to
kill Neu who had been Asuka. However, now that didn't seem that
impossible. If Aya had really betrayed them, they would have to kill
Aya as simple as that.
" I'm sure there is some kind of explanation," said Omi trying to
bring Yohji's spirits up.
" Well if there was now we can't get it," said Yohji retreating to
his room to search for some cigarettes.
"Why do you say that?" asked Omi quietly looking at the mess in the
room. It looked like Yohji had used the room as a punching bag.
Yohji took a drag of a cigarette and scratched his head. He looked
tired, weak, lonely.
" I think Schuldich fucked up his mind, the Aya we knew could be gone
forever," said Yohji quietly. The both of them stared at each other
not knowing what to say.
" We can't kill him," stated Omi defensively. He felt the urge to
defend the redhead since he was not there to defend himself.
" You can't but if the situation arises I will."
TBC