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 Devils' Own

Chapter 8

" Yohji you cannot do that!" snapped Omi. " We don't even know what

is happening!"

" I know Omi! You don't think I know that?!" snapped Yohji in

frustration. " Still I can't forget or shut my eyes to the fact that

he may no longer be our friend. He may not even know what he is

anymore. If that is the fact then I will kill him. I'd rather he be

dead than someone's sex toy."

Omi only remained quiet. Yohji seemed to be talking to himself now,

as if trying to come to grips with the sad reality he was facing. He

decided to leave the lanky blonde to himself. Closing the door

behind him, he walked quietly to his room. The cool air greeted him

when he opened the door to his room Walking in the dark, he started

undressing thinking about what Yohji was going through. He could

understand. Just thinking if it were Ken-no, he didn't even want to

think about it.

" Where's Schuldich?" asked Aya to the empty room. He had woken up

this morning to find the redhead gone. He had gone to look for him

but he was not in the house. Just the thought of it angered Aya to

no ends. Aya did not want to admit that he was jealous of what the

German did with his spare time; however, the feeling he had in his

chest right now could be called that. He had waited but Schuldich

didn't appear for lunch, and it galled Aya because he knew better

than anyone how much of a player the German was.

"Damn it," whispered Aya dropping the book he was trying to read. It

was no use. He was thinking too much over what the dumbass of a

German could be doing. He picked up his coat from the chair and

decided that he needed some fresh air. He walked down the stairs

leading to the street but stopped short when he noticed who was

coming in the door.

" Aya honey, where are you going?" asked Schuldich.

Aya felt the anger rise and felt like beating the German into a

bloody pulp. " Out, away from you," snapped Aya and walked around

the German to get away. He started to feel like a weight was being

lifted off his shoulders. Aya started to realize that he spent too

much time with Schuldich. The German could be quite overwhelming. He

should be thanking the gods that he got a rest from that today.

" I am heartbroken," purred the German from behind Aya. Aya glared

at him hating the fact that he was so distracted that he didn't

notice Schuldich approaching.

" Leave me alone," snapped Aya giving his back to the German.

" Aya, I am sorry. Didn't know you would worry," said Schuldich

lifting his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

" I didn't," snapped the cold redhead. " I just need some fresh air."

" Can I walk with you?" asked Schuldich.

" I rather you didn't," said Aya but he left it open not.

Schuldich walked besides Aya not saying anything. The night was

fresh and the smells of the night permeated the city. Schuldich

watched how unconsciously Aya breathed the air deeper. The moonlight

enhanced his porcelain features making him look innocent, doll-like.

" What?" asked Aya not turning to look at the German.

The redhead's response startled Schuldich. He had not realized that

he was staring. Smiling sheepishly, he just shrugged and kept on

walking with Aya. Aya led them to a park and without waiting for

Schuldich to follow sat down on a bench to watch how the moon

reflected on the pond's surface.

" This reminds me of Aya," said Aya not looking at Schuldich. "She

always managed to see beauty in the most simple things. On her

thirteenth birthday I was broke and couldn't get her anything

expensive so I got her roses. She loved them. It was like I had

given her diamond earrings. I remember her smiling at me. It was as

if she had grown overnight… Times like this make me miss her, she

deserved better."

Schuldich looked at Aya wondering why he was telling him this.

Schuldich knew that some inner part of Aya still blamed him for Aya-

chan's death, but right now it just felt nice to hear Aya since he

was usually so closed off. Aya was intently staring at the pond with

his hands laying in his lap playing with his sweater.

"Aya…" whispered Schuldich. At this Aya did turn to look at him

searching his face for something that Schuldich didn't know. He did

not want to search Aya's mind for it, he would rather have Aya tell

him. Aya was still staring at him waiting for him to say something.

Schuldich lifted his hand to Aya's cheek but Aya got up and started

walking in the direction of the house.

" Aya wait!" said Schuldich breaking into a run to reach Aya. "

What's wrong? You seem off tonight."

" Nothing is wrong," said Aya not looking at him.

" You know that I can just search your mind for it," purred Schuldich.

" I know, but I am also entitled to my privacy," snapped Aya glaring

at Schuldich furiously.

" What did I do?" asked Schuldich warily.

" Nothing, just go get laid," said Aya waving a hand at him. This

angered Schuldich. He didn't know why the easy dismissal of the cold

redhead made him so angry. He should have been happy that Aya wasn't

attached, but lately when they were together he could feel Aya so

much closely. Almost as if they were one. He grabbed Aya's wrist

painfully forcing him to look at him.

" What does that mean?" he enunciated carefully.

" Let me go," said Aya, his amethyst eyes flashing with contained

fury.

" Why are you so bitchy today?" asked Schuldich exasperated. " It's

like you have PMS I swear."

" Well if I am so much of a fucking problem, just leave me alone,"

snapped Aya trying to wrench his wrist free from Schuldich's grasp.

" Aya, stop acting like a baby," snapped Schuldich shacking Aya to

him to stop trying to get away.

Aya stopped and stared at the floor. He resigned himself to his

fate, which was what he wanted to fight. It was as if he was losing

himself, becoming another person, which scared him. Every morning he

looked in the mirror he recognized himself less: a shell of his

former self, perfect to mold by the telepath.

" Schuldich, please let me be by myself for a while," said Aya

quietly. " I feel like I can't think anymore. I need some time

alone."

Schuldich stared at Aya wondering what was going through his head.

He could easily read Aya's mind but he didn't. He wanted Aya's

approval which scared him.

" Do what you want," snorted Schuldich releasing Aya and walking

away. Looking back once, he saw Aya walking in the opposite

direction anxious to get away from him. It seems the gods have a

sense of humor by making his plan come back to bite him in the ass.

Searching his pockets for a cigarette, he lighted up and walked away.

" Siberian behind you!" screamed Omi, all the while trying to hack

into the computer's mainframe of the company. Their contractors had

told them that the target would be easily disposed of and the copying

of files a piece of cake. Guess they didn't do their homework very

well.

" Balinese, we have to get the hell out of here!" snapped Ken while

getting rid of one of the guards. They were like pests too many of

them. Yohji, who had now assumed the role of leader since he was the

oldest, knew that if they didn't do something they were going to get

killed.

" Bombay, how much longer ?!" screamed Yohji dropping one of the

guards to the floor.

" Two minutes max!" said Omi into the mike.

" I am holding you up to that!" said Ken grunting with the effort of

getting his bugnucks out of an attacking guard.

Yohji looked around at the state of the art building which was a

landmark of the community. In fact the building was a façade for

illegal weapons trade. Omi was copying the files to see who was

involved. However, this little mission was proving to be more than

either of them bargained for. Days like this made him miss Aya

terribly. He wondered what the redhead was doing right now and hoped

that wherever he was he was happy, or at least sane.

" Balinese, let's go!" screamed Ken heading for the exit. Yohji

followed afterwards while Omi was running, setting up the bombs to

blow the building all the way to hell.

" Long time no see, kittens," drawled Schuldich coming out of the

shadows of the building. " Seems you beat us again to our target."

" Schuldich," hissed Ken.

" Siberian, nice to see you too," said Schuldich grinning. "Guess you

are wondering where Aya is. Well, he will be here in about five

seconds."

Crawford came out of the shadows walking beside Nagi seeming vaguely

interested in the fact that Weiss was looking at them like a deer

caught by headlights. A moment later, Aya and Farfarello came out

running.

" Somebody set bombs…" said Aya before he stopped upon seeing Weiss.

" Aya-kun!" said Omi but when the redhead looked at him became

silent.

" What were you saying?" asked Schuldich looking at Aya.

" Weiss put them," said Farfarello to nobody in particular. " Lemme

see if their blood is as red as the lads hair," referring to Aya.

" Let's go," said Crawford turning to leave. Aya stared at Yohji and

his eyes seemed to momentarily drift to the side. Yohji was about to

say something when Aya got out a gun and shot it towards Yohji.

"Aya!" screamed Ken but then heard a thud of a body falling to the

floor. Seeing that the guard was dead Aya turned on his heel and

followed Schwartz becoming invisible in the shadows. Yohji continued

to stare into the dark not able to see a thing but secretly hoping

that the redhead would re-emerge and follow them home. A hand on his

shoulder woke him up from his reverie.

" He's gone," said Ken quietly.

" I know, let's go," said Yohji walking out without waiting for Ken

and Omi to follow. Later as he watched the building burn into the

ground, he wondered if Aya still knew him or had only saved his life

out of reflex. He would never know, at least not now. Turning on

his heels he headed back home.

" Do you miss them, Ran," asked Crawford while they were driving back

home. Aya hated when Crawford called him by his given name. He

uttered in such a way that made Aya think he was purposely defiling

it.

" No," answered Ran turning to look out the window. The whole city

was asleep making Aya miss his previous life. A life where he didn't

have to think who he had to kill the next day. His most important

crisis had been how he was going to format his essay for class. Damn

it! He wished he could go back and just be Ran. Naïve little Ran,

but at least that way he was happier.

" What are you thinking?" purred Schuldich into his ear. Aya ignored

it. He was in no mood for Schuldich's jokes. Not that he ever was,

but now after seeing his old group, he wondered what he had been

thinking of when he joined Schwartz. Escape, had been the foremost

thought in his mind as well as Death. He'd wanted to end it all.

Well he got his wish. If his family was watching him, he knew they

would hate what he had become. A killer, a hunter, a prisoner of his

life.

" Stop the car," said Aya.

" Where might you be going?" asked Crawford with feigned amusement.

He didn't look happy at all.

" I need a walk," said Aya looking at Crawford directly in the eye. "

Or is it prohibited to take a walk?"

" You can walk all you want when we get home," said Crawford

continuing to drive. " After we talk."

" Ah Brad, angry at the kitten?" taunted Schuldich.

Crawford ignored him and met Aya's glare in the rearview mirror. He

smiled. Last night he had seen a vision, the vision that had just

been changed by preventing Aya from leaving the car. If he had left,

Weiss would have driven by and seen him. Kudou would have talked to

him and Aya would have returned to Weiss. However, now nothing of

the kind would happen. Life is a bitch, but when you know what is

going to happen it is not that bad.

" Everyone is so quiet," said Schuldich grinning.

" Because you talk so much," said Nagi from his corner in the car.

" Well if you talked more, you would have already gotten laid long

time ago," purred Schuldich trying to put his hand on Aya's leg and

the latter not letting him.

" Go get fucked," said Nagi before stopping to pay any more attention

to the German.

" I'd rather do the fucking," said Schuldich looking at Aya.

However, the redhead was looking out the window, lost in his own

thoughts.

/Hey sweetie, thinking of me? /

/Leave me alone and get the hell out. /

/So much anger…/

/Go get fucked. /

/People have been telling me that lately. /

/They are right. /

" Aya was acting strange with Schwartz tonight," said Ken to Yohji

who was quietly driving the car.

" Ken-kun, you don't think he may be thinking of leaving them?" asked

Omi.

" No, he wouldn't leave them. Not now," said Yohji.

" Why do you say that?" asked Ken quietly trying not to disturb Yohji

too much.

" He wants to die and they are his ticket straight to hell," said

Yohji.

Omi and Ken remained quiet the rest of the way to their home thinking

about the blonde's words. If Aya wanted to die he had found a really

fucked up way of doing it.

Upon arriving, they each left to their respective rooms. Omi was in

the process of getting into the shower when he heard a knock at his

door. Opening the door quietly he was surprised to see Ken.

" Ken-kun!" said Omi, surprise visible on his face.

" May I come in?" asked Ken quietly.

" Oh yeah, I was going to take a shower but…" said Omi moving out of

the way for Ken to enter.

" I am worried about Yohji. He gets thinner everyday. He blames

himself for Aya leaving," said Ken looking at Omi.

" I know…" said Omi looking at the ground. " He misses him, I can

imagine how he feels," finished Omi blushing.

Ken moved closer and took Omi's chin in his fingers forcing the

latter to look at him.

" Me too," said Ken and lowered his lips to graze Omi's. Omi knew of

the passion lying behind that feathery kiss. He felt it too.

Wrapping his arms around Ken's neck, he lowered Ken's face to his own.

" I need you right now," said Ken in a ragged voice. Omi could feel

Ken's rapid heartbeat against his naked chest. He needed Ken too,

needed him more than he dared to voice. Omi's answer was to start

kissing Ken. Ken started to kiss him back passionately as if he

couldn't get enough of Omi's taste. Ken started to guide them toward

the bed finally ending on top the honey-haired man.

" You are so beautiful," said Ken lowering his head to nuzzle Omi's

throat, eliciting moans of pleasure from the other. Omi could feel

the bulge in Ken's pants. He knew his own was visible since he only

had his boxers on.

Ken lifted his head to look at Omi flushed and aroused as he was.

Lowering his head again Ken took one of Omi's nipples into his mouth

and started suckling it until it hardened. A moan escaped Omi's lips

and he lifted his hands to tangle them in Ken's brown hair. Ken kept

kissing downward reaching the navel and plunging his tongue into the

opening. Feeling this, Omi lifted his hips in wordless supplication.

" Ken please…" said Omi not able to form a coherent sentence.

" Okay, okay," said Ken. Removing Omi's boxers, Ken lowered his head

to the proof of Omi's passion. He kissed the tip and trailed his

tongue along the edge. Omi lifted his hips trying to gain some

friction but Ken backed away. Instead he took hold of Omi's hips and

took the entire length into his mouth. Omi thrust his hips higher

trying to get more of himself into that warm cavity that was Ken's

mouth. However, Ken would have none of it. He held down Omi's hips

and started a rhythm, all the while hearing Omi's pleading moans

below him. When Omi came hard he swallowed every bit of Omi's seed

and lifted his head to kiss Omi. Omi could taste himself on Ken's

lips, feeling satiated and more relaxed.

" I can't wait anymore," said Ken. Getting up, he started to remove

his clothing and stood in the room naked. Walking to the bathroom,

he retrieved the tube of lube. Lowering himself on top of Omi, he

placed himself between the younger man's legs. He squeezed some of

the lube on his fingers before looking down at Omi.

" Ready?" asked Ken. Omi simply nodded and Ken slipped a finger in

him. Omi still hadn't gotten used to this part of their lovemaking,

however, the pain was only temporary. He felt a second and third

finger enter him, starting to build a rhythm when he felt Ken's

fingers graze his sweet spot. His hips shot up while his legs

wrapped around Ken hips and a moan escaped his lips. Ken was

becoming painfully hard just seeing Omi moan and squirm beneath him.

Adjusting Omi's hips he plunged into Omi feeling Omi's opening

constricting around him. He groaned deep in his throat and started

to build rhythm for the two of them, making sure to hit Omi's sweet

spot. Omi's breathing was fast and labored which made Ken groan and

increase the pace. A few more thrusts and Omi came moaning loudly.

Feeling Omi constrict around him made him come and he fell on top of

Omi.

" I love you," said Omi quietly in Ken's ear. Ken lifted his head to

look at Omi. He was glistening with sweat and his hair covered his

cerulean eyes. Moving the hair out of Omi's face, he kissed the

young boy deeply before pulling out of him. He settled beside Omi

and whispered in his ear, " I love you too."

Aya sat in the dark of his room looking out the window with a knife

in his hands. He really did not understand his life right now. He

had a lover who constantly looked for excuses to put his hands on

him, a past that kept haunting him, and a conscience that never gave

him a moments peace. He wondered what would happen if he simply

plunged his katana through his heart. It would be an easy end, a

fitting end. He looked down at his hands and saw them soaked in

blood because he was gripping the knife in his hands so hard.

Strange that it didn't hurt at all. He moved the knife from his

hands to his wrist and started to move it up and down, every time

getting closer to cut his skin. In one flick he cut his wrist deeply

and the crimson flow came forth. He didn't try to stop it, just kept

looking at it entranced. A knock at the door brought him back from

his reverie. Schuldich entered the room not waiting for Aya to open

the door.

" Honey what are you…" said Schuldich before he noticed the blood

that coated Aya's wrist and hands.

" Aya?…" asked Schuldich not daring to go near Aya before knowing

what was going on in that mind of his. Upon looking, however, he

found the redhead's mind blank. Aya wasn't thinking about anything;

it was as if he was working in automatic pilot.

Aya wasn't even looking at him after acknowledging his presence a

minute ago. He had returned to staring at his hands and bleeding

wrist.

" Aya?" asked Schuldich crouching in front of the redhead and taking

the knife carefully away from his hand, " What's wrong?"

Aya simply stared at him a few seconds before making a move to get

up. Schuldich stopped him.

" Aya talk to me," said the German wondering if his tampering with

Aya's mind had to do with this recent breakdown.

" What do you want? You want to sleep with me? Just do it and get it

over with," said Aya in a defeated tone. His face betrayed no

emotion, just the weariness that was evident from his tone of voice.

" Aya I was just coming to ask how you were feeling," snapped

Schuldich.

" Well, now I guess you know," said Aya giving Schuldich a wry smile.

" I guess I do," said Schuldich smiling back at Aya, " Do you miss

them that much?"

"No…" said Aya looking away from Schuldich. " I don't know…maybe…"

" Maybe umm, at least is not yes," said Schuldich grinning. " Let's

get you cleaned up."

Aya let Schuldich lead him to the bathroom where the latter placed

his hand under the water faucet until the water ran clean. After he

was clean and bandaged, Aya started to feel a numb pain in his hands

and wrist as if he had just awoken from nightmare.

" Tired?" asked Schuldich as if it wasn't self-evident from the

several yawns of the redhead. Aya nodded and proceeded to get

undressed not caring that Schuldich was watching. Schuldich licked

his lips but for the first time since he had been Aya's lover he

practiced self-restraint. He was quiet while Aya put on his pajamas

and got in bed.

" You coming?" asked Aya surprised that Schuldich hadn't jumped on

him and ripped his clothes off. Schuldich chuckled having read Aya's

thoughts on the matter.

" Not tonight baby, even though I want to, believe me," purred

Schuldich. He got up to kiss Aya and walked to the door to leave,

but not before looking back at the form of the slumbering redhead.

Aya was exhausted, he had fallen asleep already. Something silently

ached inside of Schuldich for Aya. He felt closer to the redhead than

anyone in his team and not only because they were sleeping together.

Schuldich wanted to deny it but it seemed that everyday he was

falling more for the redhead. It was days like this that he knew

there was a God, a God that was laughing his ass off at him.

Yohji had not been able to sleep last night. First because of the

sounds coming from the other room, Omi and Ken should really learn

how to keep it quiet, and also the fact that he had seen Aya last

night. Oh gods, how he missed him even though the bastard was never

really there. Last night while he lay awake hearing Ken and Omi's

lovemaking, he wondered if that were the way he would have ended up

with Aya if Aya hadn't joined Schwartz. Damn him. He got up

quickly and cursed loudly when he banged his big toe against the

night table.

" Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, this is not my day," mumbled Yohji while he tried

to nurse his injured toe.

" Yohji, get the fuck up!" banged Ken at his door. You would think

that the guy would be exhausted after banging Omi all night, thought

Yohji.

" I am up, dickface!" screamed Yohji through the door.

" Fuck you," said Ken before Yohji heard his retreating footsteps.

He sat down on his bed again searching his night table for some

cigarettes and an ashtray. Sitting there smoking a cigarette, he

thought that he needed to get laid to forget all this Aya mess.

Abstinence was a bitch. He thought back to the moment he and Aya had

stared at each other before Aya shot the guard down. It was as if he

had seen something like a cry for help. Aya must know that he is

beyond help thought Yohji, I just hope he doesn't do something

stupid. I wish you could hear me. I wish you knew how much you mean

to me, how much I love you.

Oddly, somewhere across the city the said redhead was wishing to hear

the same words, but not from Yohji.

TBC