Title: Shades of Gray 1 / ?
Author: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
Category: dark, angst, yaoi,
Pairings: Ken x Korat (implied) Ken x Rex (implied) Ken x ? (Read and find out ^_^ he gets around eh?) other pairings later.
Rating: varies - NC-17 for this chapter

Warnings: This has yaoi in it. Lemons in some chapters, violence in others.
Spoilers: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz, (you can find translations of the Dramatic CDs at Aya no Weiss Kreuz Corner -- http://www.kekkai.org/wkcorner/)

Notes: The fic should still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler, and some of Ken's personality is taken from it. Oh, since I don't know what Kitten in the House looks like, I took some creative license. Please don't kill me ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them, I make no money from this, and I'm using the characters etc. without permission.
Archive: Nowhere yet, but just ask.

Feedback: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.

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Shades of Gray
Chapter 1

Ken placed the finished flower arrangement in the cooler and cleaned off the counter. He and Aya-chan were the only ones in the shop today aside from a few of the diehard fangirls and fanboys who were hanging around until closing. He smiled slightly as he saw the few remaining boys hovering around Aya-chan. He loved watching her squirm under the adoring eyes of her personal fan group - she always managed to put them off so that they weren't offended, but she wasn't any more thrilled to be mobbed by the infatuated public than he and the others were.

Aya on the other hand was less than thrilled at the crowds his sister attracted; his glare intimidated many of the infatuated schoolboys. Youji was almost as bad, acting the protective older brother, practically grilling any admirers and potential boyfriends. It had gotten to the point where she refused to work with either of them. She didn't seem to mind Omi who was usually too busy fending off his own fan club to be concerned with hers. Ken himself actually liked the boys - they gave him a wider variety of eye-candy to look at, but if any of them decided to go beyond mooning at her without her express permission. . .

He shook his head when he realized his hands had tensed in a way that would have released his claws had he been wearing his bugnuks. As much as he wanted to at times, he didn't think that gutting aggressive suitors would go over well when glares, fists or threats would be effective. Aya-chan's gun or knives would be a fairly effective a deterrent for that matter, but Ken knew that she didn't want Aya and the others finding out about those particular skills.

Pushing the thoughts away, he saw the girl politely shoo the few remaining customers out and flip the closed sign on the door. Before she could lock it however, a figure stepped into the shop.

"Korat," he said, watching the newcomer closely. Her straight black hair fell almost to her waist, and her dark eyes glinted as she brushed imaginary lint off of the dark silk jacket that did nothing to hide her figure - something Ken was intimately aware of. Aya-chan locked the door without a word and went upstairs to get the missing three Weiss members while Ken followed the other woman down to the mission room.

The brunette had been very happy when Korat had had reactivated Weiss six months ago. After the deadly affair with Shion and his Weiss team, Ken hadn't been sure what he was going to do with himself. Aya had wanted to follow his former teacher's advice and find his sister, Youji didn't care as long as he could forget his past for a while, and Omi had hoped to start a new life that didn't include killing. Returning to work at Kitten in the House with Aya-chan seemed the perfect solution.

For the others it ~was~ the perfect solution. Ken however couldn't imagine being anything other than an assassin, and when he was honest with himself, he knew that he didn't ~want~ to be anything else. He enjoyed working at the flower shop, but he lived for the thrill of the mission, the rush of the kill. He hadn't always been like that, in fact he'd dreaded the missions at one point but somewhere along the way something had changed, and now the mundane life of a florist was almost enough to drive him around the bend. Actually, if it hadn't been for his giving in and finding Aya-chan a combat teacher, then taking lessons himself, he was fairly certain that he would have ended up like Ayame, and he didn't know if he wanted that.

He smiled ruefully as he remembered the day that Korat had first shown up. Both he and Aya-chan had been shocked to find out that their sensei, his lover, was Weiss' new handler though only Aya-chan had been affected by learning the true extent of Weiss. She'd known that they were vigilantes, that they had killed, but no one had ever come out and said point blank that they were assassins.

All in all, Ken thought that she had taken it well; a lot better than anyone else had expected her to. Aya of course had been devastated when his sister had fled the room at the revelation, isolating himself in the idea that he was evil incarnate, tainting her with his presence, worthy of her hate. It had taken an exasperated shouting match on the girl's part to convince him that she'd loved them all when she'd only suspected that they were killers, and it wouldn't change now that she knew for certain. The accusation that they thought she was shallow enough to hate them now because they were 'bad people' had stung, and the others had practically tripped over themselves trying to reassure her. Ken himself had secretly been relieved by her reaction, though he'd anticipated something of the sort; he had come to think of her as a sister, almost a twin since they were the same age, and he hadn't wanted to lose that. She was his best friend.

The others hadn't understand why such a sweet, caring girl had completely accepted their lives as killers, but Ken knew that she still had trouble occasionally with the idea that they were 'bad people'. The fact that she herself now had the ability to kill if she needed to gave her a measure of understanding, if no actual experience. He hoped that she never had to use her new skills, but he also knew that if anyone targeted them again, she'd be forced to come to a decision. Having seen her occasional dark moods, and her protective nature he knew she wouldn't hesitate much, if at all, to strike if one of them were threatened.

He was brought out of his reverie by Korat's voice. "Siberian," she said quietly. "There will be a test for you this mission."

Ken blinked in surprise. "Um, me?" he asked, immediately cursing himself for sounding like an idiot. He blushed.

She nodded, a hint of a smile on her lips. "If you can handle your part in tonight's mission with discretion, then you will be the key operative in the next major mission. If you can't, someone else will get it."

The brunette's eyes widened then narrowed. He was always eager to get a big mission, but he was wary; there had to be a reason for this test. He didn't balk at killing, so that couldn't be the issue. It could be his impatience with waiting however - he liked to jump in and get to it. A display of patience might be the test. He was going to ask for more information, but the others were coming down the stairs.

Ken didn't need to look to know that Aya-chan wasn't with them; he knew that she'd be listening in her room. He'd been surprised when Korat had given him equipment so that he could bug the mission room for Aya-chan to listen to their briefings; he'd just mentioned it in passing one morning before going home for his shift at the shop, and at the next lesson he'd attended she'd had the equipment ready for him. He wasn't really sure of her motives, but he was happy that he didn't have to deal with Aya-chan pestering him for details, or having her practically radiate worry and betrayal when she was left in the dark. He hated it when she was upset. She was the only person he could really talk to, and he knew that she told him things that she'd never tell Aya, and he'd do anything to keep her happy and safe, even if it meant letting her listen to their briefings and learning to use lethal force. Besides, if something happened to them, he'd like her to know, rather than be left hanging like she had been for that first year after their 'deaths'.

Korat started the tape and the shadowed image of their boss appeared on the screen. The new Persia appeared legit; after the problems they had the last time with Kritiker, Aya had wanted to be sure of him. Omi had checked him out thoroughly before they'd agreed to rejoin Weiss, but Ken hadn't really cared. They were killing and that was all that really mattered. That they were getting rid of criminals was only an added bonus for him. It was times like this, however, that Ken realized that given his current mindset, he would probably fit in better with Schwarz than Weiss for none of his friends really enjoyed killing - it was just something they did. Schwarz was dead however, and Ken had no intention of fighting against his teammates had the other group been alive to join.

Focusing on Persia's deep voice, Ken listened to the mission specs with growing anger and eagerness. It was a simple mission really - an arms dealer was supplying weapons to, and promoting the growth of the local street gangs. What make Ken angry however, was that the gangs in question were children's gangs with members all under the age of fifteen. He'd heard of their growing prominence, but that someone was actually selling them weapons . . . He kept picturing the children from team he used to coach, killing each other, and his anger intensified.

Ken stood before Persia could close with the trademark line. "Let's go," he said abruptly. "There are some arms dealers that need to be gutted."

The others stared for a moment before Omi spoke. "Okay. Ken and Aya will take out the three main dealers, while I set explosives and Youji backs us up. . ."

"No," interrupted Korat calmly.

"What do you mean 'no'?" demanded the incensed brunette. She stared at him silently and Ken recalled her test. "No fucking way," he snarled. "I am not doing fucking backup on this one. Not when they're hurting kids."

"You will do backup on this one, Siberian," she said firmly. "Cool heads will be needed inside, and you currently do not qualify."

"I can handle it," he grated out, glaring daggers at her and flexing his right hand unconsciously.

"We all know that you can kill, however, a mass slaughter is not what we're looking for here." She crossed her arms, black eyes staring into his. "You ~will~ stand backup."

She didn't say anything else, but he could hear the threat hanging over her words. Stand backup or no missions. Trembling in rage, he fought the urge to rip her throat out. The others stepped away from him apprehensively, but he barely registered the movement. Korat's eyes darted briefly to the corner of the room where the bug was and raised an eyebrow almost in challenge. His breath caught, and he growled, his rage an almost palpable presence in the room. Handler or not, lover or not, there was no way she was going to threaten Aya-chan.

He took a step toward her, watching her crouch down defensively. With a flick of his wrist a small dagger appeared in his hand. Ken noticed absently that Omi was going into panic mode, but Korat just smirked, an almost identical knife appearing in her own hand. She glanced again at the bug then mouthed the word four.

Ken froze. With knives she could kill him. She was a master martial artist, and his skill was still somewhat limited. With him dead, the only place they could get a fourth at such short notice would be use Aya-chan. She could do it, probably would to protect the team, and Korat knew it.

With an audible snarl, he spun, turning his back on her and replacing the knife in it's hidden wrist sheath. "Do that again, and I'll kill you in your sleep," he spat, leaving the room. Stalking up the stairs, he heard her soft laugh and left her to explain things to the others. He needed a good fight to work of his fury, preferably with someone ending up at the business side of his bugnuks. That she wouldn't let him participate properly in the mission was bad enough, but to threaten Aya-chan. . .

He soon found himself on the flat roof, viciously going through his Kung Fu forms, picturing Korat on the receiving end. He hadn't stopped for his bugnuks, knowing that he was in no condition to deal with anyone, especially not armed with those.

There was a deliberate scuffing on the gravel near the door, but Ken ignored it - he knew it was Aya-chan since she was the only person who ever followed him up here when he was angry, but he wasn't calm enough to face her yet. He continued his forms until he eventually felt somewhat less angry. He still wasn't ready to face his best friend and explain the unspoken portions of the meeting that she wouldn't have gotten through the bug however.

"Spar with me," he said abruptly, dropping into a defensive crouch.

She nodded and tossed him one of the bamboo staves she'd brought with her. "Let's make some noise,"

Ken flashed her a brief grin. She knew him too well. With staves he'd be able to take out his aggression without hurting her as she was better than he was with them. Nodding he attacked her, and soon the clatter of wood on wood filled the air. He was much stronger than she was, but she was more agile and her precision was uncanny. By the time they'd been at it for fifteen minutes he was grinning, and much more relaxed.

Finally ready to talk, he pulled up, as did she. Bowing to her he pushed his sweaty bangs off of his forehead, causing them to spike at weird angles. She giggled at the sight, and he gave her a crooked grin. Her bangs looked just as silly as his must look.

"So?" she asked him handing him the water bottle she'd brought up with the staves. He took a long drink before settling on one of the wooden crates that they'd left months ago for this exact purpose.

"What did Korat say once I'd left?" he countered instead of answering the question he knew she was asking.

She made a face. "Not much, just that you'd take the mission, and not to worry about it. Everyone was concerned, especially Omi, but no one would come up here," she rolled her eyes as if to call them wimps, but didn't say anything else.

Ken smirked a bit, remembering how startled and nervous they'd been downstairs, and he didn't really blame them. When he was seriously pissed off, it was better to keep clear of him. Looking into Aya-chan's dark eyes he lost the smirk and sighed. "I was angry that I have to stand backup - that had to have been obvious." She nodded, and he continued. "What really made me lose it though was when she threatened you."

"What?" she asked wide-eyed in amazement.

He nodded. "I got serious about cutting her up when she glanced at the bug then looked at me challengingly, you know how she does that thing with her eyebrow." He shrugged, fists clenched.

His friend's eyes narrowed - he could tell she was irritated, but he wasn't sure whether it was about Korat's actions, or what might be considered a 'big-brother' reaction on his part.

"Bitch," she muttered before blushing at Ken's smirk. It amused him to no end on the rare occasion that she swore, or said something less than polite; she always blushed immediately afterwards. He was also glad that she wasn't mad at him - he knew that the over protectiveness of the other three annoyed her at times.

"Why did you stop?" she asked. Ken raised an eyebrow at that, and she smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "I'm glad you did, baka, but what made you change your mind? Omi said he was sure there'd be bloodshed, and I've never heard you so enraged before."

Ken frowned, clenching his teeth as he thought about the incident. "We both had knives out, and we both knew that she'd kill me. I might be able to take her with my bugnuks, but not in a knife fight. She looked to the bug again and mouthed 'four'. The meaning was pretty clear."

Aya-chan blinked and looked pensive. "She threatened to replace you with me?" she asked. "What a ridiculous idea,"

The young assassin shrugged. "She'd have done it, and so would you. Don't deny that."

Biting her lower lip, she nodded and sighed. "You're right. I don't want to be an assassin, but I'd have done it for the others." She frowned again. "Actually, it would be a useless gesture - the team would fall apart regardless. I can't really picture Niisan or the others allowing me to go on missions. I mean they hover over me enough as it is. Having me on the team would probably end up with all of us dead."

Ken nodded. "My thoughts exactly. If they can't leave you alone with the fanboys, I can't picture them leaving you alone to kill people." He snickered suddenly at the image of Youji questioning the targets to see if they would be appropriate and well-mannered victims for Aya-chan while Aya glared protectively.

The girl obviously had a similar thought because she was snickering as well. "Youji and targets?" he asked her and she nodded, grinning.

Leaning over, she gave him a rough hug. "Feeling better?"

Thinking about it a moment, Ken nodded. "If standing backup is a test, I can stand backup. I can survive missing a kill for one mission. I'm still pissed at Korat for threatening you though. A spar on the roof won't make that better."

"I won't forget it either," she said with a slight frown. "She should've known better than that."

Ken shrugged. "She'll just have to deal with an irritated Siberian for a while."

Aya-chan smiled wickedly. "Poor KenKen's going to have a cold bed,"

Ken blushed, and sniffed disdainfully. Or tried to anyway. "Too bad Rex is out of town," he said dramatically. "He and I always have fun."

The girl's face flushed, and she pouted. "Leave it to you to be sleeping with both our sensei's when all I get is hovering brothers."

Ken laughed. "You could always join me and Rex in a threesome," he suggested with a smirk and a slight blush.

"Oh, you!" she exclaimed, smacking him on the arm.

"You don't think you'd like to get it on with two hot men?"

"Don't you mean a man and a boy? With comments like that, you hardly qualify for a man. You do blush pretty as a girl though."

He snickered. "A girl is it? Maybe I should have invited you to play with me and Korat then."

Her eyes widened and she pushed him off of his crate. "You hentai! You're worse than Youji when he's flirting! How can you think stuff like that when you can't even say the word sex without turning three shades of red?"

Ken just laughed at the indignant expression on her face. He had no idea why he still blushed when he talked about sex - he was by no means a virgin - hadn't been since Kase in fact, but it was the only thing he couldn't talk coherently about.

Kicking some gravel at him, Aya-chan sighed and smiled, offering her hand to him. "We'd better get in before they send out a search party or give themselves ulcers or something."

Holding the door and the staves, Ken paused before going inside. "Thanks Aya-chan, I really needed that," he said softly.

She smiled gently, then bit her bottom lip. "Would you really have done that?"

"Done what?"

"Killed her in her sleep?"

He nodded resolutely. "Yes. No one threatens me with my friends, especially not using you."

"But you and she. . ."

"Are both in it just for the sex," he said firmly, tipping her face towards his. "It's never been more than that, and it never will. As you said, she should know better."

"Thank you,"

"For what? Being a murderer?"

"For caring enough to go that far."

A gentle smile crossed Ken's lips. "Nowhere is too far for you, futago."[1]

She hugged him tightly. "Nor you futago. Nor for you."


*~*~*~*~

Aya-chan sat cross-legged in the middle of Ken's bed, watching as he checked his bugnuks in preparation for that night's mission. He'd already hidden a switchblade under his jacket to compliment the knife in his wrist sheath, and he had a small gun holstered on the back of his dark jeans. A brief smirk touched her lips at the thought of Ken being armed as he was. Her other 'brothers' had been surprised enough when he'd started using bugnuks on both hands every mission - she'd love to see their expressions when they found about the other weapons he carried as well. She knew he hated the gun, but he carried it for her, to be used as a last resort.

This was the part about their lives as Weiss that she hated most though -- watching them prepare to go out, and not knowing if they'd make it back alive or not left her feeling tense all night. She'd actually debated following them in the past - just to see for herself that they were safe, but the thought that they might be distracted and hurt because she was there had always stopped her. She wasn't entirely certain what she could do regardless, seeing as she'd never killed anyone, pop-up targets not-withstanding.

Ken finished his preparations just as her niisan's voice called out for him to hurry up. The young man in question rolled his eyes and leaned over the bed to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Watch yourself, A.C.," he said softly. "Korat she. . . just be careful, okay? We should be back before dawn."

She nodded, noticing the concern, anger, and eagerness seemingly conveyed in his every movement. "I will," the girl assured him. "You'd better leave before Oniichan gets even more irritated."

The dark haired assassin snickered, most likely at her use of the cutsie 'oniichan' to describe her brother in "assassin mode" rather than her regular 'niisan'. He waved and left the room, thankfully not reminding her of such obvious things such as locking doors behind them. He knew she didn't need to be reminded, and he didn't like to rub in the fact that she was stuck here alone again to fret.

Aya-chan waited in Ken's room until she heard the car drive away. She never said goodbye to anyone other than Ken anymore - it seemed to make the others uncomfortable, almost as if they were corrupting her just by her seeing them in their assassin gear. She rolled her eyes, and flipped her long hair over her shoulder.

Climbing off the bed, she walked silently out of her friend's room, closing the door. She tried to settle down to read or watch television, but her mind kept coming back to the mission tonight, and Korat's behavior. She didn't understand it, truth be told, because the other woman usually acted as if Ken was a valuable asset, and to suggest, however subtly, that she'd replace him seemed strange in the extreme. The girl couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this 'test' than either she or Ken suspected.

Unable to get rid of her concern, she found herself in her own room, looking blankly into her closet. She absently thanked her 'brothers' for respecting her privacy and keeping her rooms off limits. They never came in without permission - something she was immensely grateful for. It was sometimes hard living up to their 'Aya-chan the angel' image of her, and if they ever saw the weapons, or some of her club outfits, they'd probably throw a fit. They didn't seem to realize how much pressure there was in living up to their expectations when sometimes, all she wanted to do was scream and swear in frustration at their unintentional condescension. It was no fun being placed on a pedestal. It was one of the things that had drawn her to Ken - he had his good-boy-next-door image that was just as hard to live up to.

Thinking about Ken brought back the test tonight, and she made a decision. Grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a snug black turtleneck she began to change. A long box was pulled out from under her bed and she started to arm herself from its contents. She strapped on her upside-down shoulder holster, wrist sheathed throwing knives, and a long saw-toothed dagger. Throwing knives were strapped to her belt, and on the inside of her black leather jacket. Checking the clip of her gun, she made sure there was a bullet in the chamber before holstering it and adding several clips to the pouch on her belt. She looked herself over in the mirror to make sure that the weapons were concealed nicely, then wrapped her hair in a bun at the back of her head, securing it with two sheathed stilettos fashioned to look like hair sticks.

Looking back at her bed debated which of the larger weapons she should take. She finally grabbed the sniper's rifle, leaving the naginata behind - she didn't want to get close enough to the action to use the bladed staff, this was a backup mission for her after all and she didn't want the others to find out about it. Making one last survey of the room, she slung the rifle case over her shoulder and made her way to the mission room in the basement where she picked up the spare headset, programming it to the frequency that Omi had mentioned in the briefing. As an added precaution she placed one of the tracking devices in her clothing. She didn't think it would be necessary, but better safe than sorry - after all if something happened, Ken would be able to guess what she'd done, and they could initiate a search for her.

Sparing a moment to think about what she was doing, she couldn't help but smile slightly at the contrasting image of herself in what would be considered Weiss mode, had she been a member of the team, and her normal sweet image. The look of shock that she'd get from Sakura, or Aya, or her other two 'brothers' would be amusing in the extreme, but the disappointment that would likely come afterwards was one of the things that made her keep her skills a secret. If her brother Aya couldn't accept himself, how could he accept her? Shaking her head, Aya-chan hoped that she was overreacting; she ~didn't~ want to be forced to kill anyone after all, but there was no way that anyone was going to threaten her family - not while she was alive to stop them. Going upstairs again, she grabbed the keys to Ken's motorcycle and left the shop, hoping that she would arrive in time to help if necessary.

*~*~*~*~*

Nagi perched silently on the slanted rooftop glaring in irritation at the man in the alley below. He tried to figure out who was annoying him the most - Siberian and Weiss for being here, Crawford for not warning him that Weiss would be here, or his new employer for sending him on this ridiculous mission alone in the first place. It was insulting enough that he was supposed to pose as a fourteen year old gang leader to find out if the arms dealers were ripping his employer off -- he was almost eighteen after all, but now he was going to have to return and tell them that he'd failed in his mission because Weiss had interfered. Double dealing arms dealers wouldn't be an issue soon as he doubted the building would be left standing when Weiss was done with it.

He suppressed a sigh, wondering what he was supposed to do now. Normally Crawford would inform him, through Schuldich, of any change of plan that interference like this would normally entail, but there was no one around. He supposed that he could simply leave, but Siberian might hear him, and he'd been instructed that under no circumstance was he to allow anyone who might recognize him as a member of Schwarz to see him. They hadn't gone through all that trouble to remain 'dead' after the final confrontation with Weiss, only to have their presence revealed again. There was no way that he and the others wanted to be involved with Esstet or their affiliates ever again, and having Weiss hunting them would draw their former employers like bugs to flame. Instead, he resigned himself to waiting silently until Weiss left, then taking off before the building blew.

Settling down for what could be a long wait, the youngest member of Schwarz watched Siberian pace silently in the alley below. The telekinetic was a bit surprised that the assassin was so quiet - he seemed to remember, from the few times he'd personally encountered him, that the dark-haired Weiss member was the most klutzy of the four, tending to make more noise than necessary when he moved around. His movements now however, were strangely graceful and catlike fitting his codename, whether house cat or tiger. He found himself wishing there was a bit more light so that he could better see the assassin stalk back and forth.

Frowning at his sudden train of though, the teenager tried to think of something else. He was now wishing that Weiss would get the job done and leave so he could get off of this uncomfortable roof with its loose shingles that bit into his knees. He didn't even dare to shift position for fear of alerting the brunette on the ground.

The prospect of a long, uncomfortable wait was taken off his hands however when a squirrel bounded across the roof, knocking a few shingles free before he could stop them. Freezing, he hoped that luck would be with him, and that Siberian would credit the noise to the squirrel that had caused it.

Luck wasn't with him.

Siberian spun around and looked directly at Nagi, who bound and gagged him with his telekinesis. Grumbling and glaring, the teenager tried to decide what to do. He hated being put on the spot like this - give him a computer and a hacking job any day.

He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew what he ~couldn't~ do. He couldn't simply kill the clawed assassin because, judging by how fast he'd spun with both sets of claws out, anyone who got close enough to strangle him or break his neck would have been seriously if not fatally injured in the process. Nagi wasn't going to let himself be gored just to cover the fact that a telekinetic did the job. He didn't carry a gun, so shooting him wasn't an option, leaving Nagi with something of a dilemma - how to keep Siberian from talking without giving away the fact that Schwarz was alive.

As he debated the situation, his gaze was caught by the moonlit face of his enemy, damp and flushed as he struggled silently against the invisible bonds. It was a strangely attractive sight, the frustration and rage clear obvious, even in the dim light. He felt a tingle in his groin, and suddenly a wicked smirk lit his features. According to Schuldich, Siberian was easy to embarrass, especially around issues of sex - humiliation would be the perfect thing to keep him from talking. Besides, he looked, as his red-headed friend would say, too fuckable to pass up.

Blushing at his decision, he sent tendrils of power out to trail along the skin of Siberian's back, underneath his clothing. The widened eyes, and slight shudder showed that his touch had the desired effect, and gave the younger man the confidence to continue. He'd never used his powers in such a way before finding them more useful for deterring sexual contact than to initiating it.

Noticing the puzzled expression on his captive's face, Nagi realized that he'd stopped the phantom caress. Somewhat curious now, he reached out with his mind and stroked Siberian's back and chest, brushing over his nipples and watching in fascination as his opponent trembled, then bit his lip.

Licking his own lips, Nagi's movements began getting more creative as he concentrated on changing touches from formless telekinetic brushes to hand shaped manipulations. It was hard to keep his focus so he leaned his weight on his knees and made his power imitate the movements of his hands. Imagining he was touching Siberian the way he'd touched Schuldich in his one and only sexual encounter was easier than he'd expected, given the way suspicion was obviously losing to lust in the man below.

Nagi felt his own breathing speed up, uniform pants suddenly too tight for comfort as he watched Siberian. Eyes locked on the site below, the teenager slid his hand to his crotch, squeezing lightly to relieve some of the pressure. The effect on the assassin was amazing. The captive brunette writhed seductively trying to gain some relief.

Getting bolder, the psychic began stroking himself as well as miming a squeezing action with his free hand. A shudder ran through the helpless assassin, and Nagi loosened the bonds around his hips to allow him some leeway to thrust. Panting loudly, Nagi watched Siberian's eyes flutter shut, and he resisted the urge to do the same.

Remembering what Schu had done for him to send him over the edge that night years ago, Nagi sent a tendril of power to tease the assassin's entrance. Dark eyes shot open, hazy with lust, and a faint moan could be heard despite the psychic gag. Remembering what had been good for him, Nagi began to thrust slowly, looking for the magic spot. He knew he'd found it when the older man thrust backwards, eyes drooping closed. Teasing his prostrate had Siberian almost convulsing in ecstasy, and Nagi thrusting his clothed erection into his own hand.

Taking things one step further, the psychic widened the tendril of power until it was cock sized and thrusting to match his own movements. His gaze, foggy with lust, met that of his psychic-sex partner and he suddenly came hard, followed almost immediately by Siberian. Dropping forward to his hands, Nagi sagged, panting for breath, and resisting the urge to curl up and go to sleep. He didn't know why, but he'd never come harder in his life.

There was a soft scrape of metal on stone, and Nagi forced his eyes open to see that Siberian had collapsed to his hands and knees as well, head bowed, trying to catch his breath. Finally he lifted his head, and after several breathless attempts managed to gasp out one word.

"Why?"

Nagi wasn't sure what to say. Siberian's confusion was obvious, and various other emotions seemed to be chasing around inside of him. The teen on the rooftop decided to stick to the truth.

"To keep you from talking," he said simply. "No one can know that I'm alive."

"That was fucking awesome, but how will it keep me from telling my friends that I saw you tonight?"

Nagi smirked slightly. "What are you going to say, Siberian? That you saw me, allowed yourself to get captured and telekinetically fucked into a boneless heap?" He was a bit surprised about his crude phrasing, but something about the situation was bringing that side of him out.

Siberian's eyes narrowed in anger. "I wouldn't have to mention the sex part at all," he countered. "They don't have to know that part."

Raising an eyebrow mockingly he allowed his smirk to grow wider. "Ah. What about the lovely wet-spot in your pants then, hmm?" he asked, telekinetically groping said part of the other's anatomy. Eyes wide, the assassin suppressed a moan.

That sound went straight to the kinetic's cock, stirring it again to new life, much to his amazement. The same thing must have been happening to Siberian, because he looked a bit startled himself. Flicking the older man's prostrate caused him to shiver visibly, caught between a glare and a groan.

A soft static crackle filled the alley. //Siberian, do you copy// came Bombay's voice through the earpiece that had come loose and was dangling from his neck.

"Siberian here, I read you," he responded as they locked gazes.

Staring challengingly into the dark eyes, Nagi increased his kinetic attention. The brunette in the alley had to stifle his moans to avoid giving away his activities.

//Mission accomplished, prepare to withdraw,//

"Roger that, Bombay," he replied shakily. He looked caught between anger and lust, and some part of Nagi felt sorry for him, though few had ever shown ~him~ any compassion in his short life, but the rest of him was dedicated to getting out of here with his secret mostly intact.

//Are you all right, Siberian? You sound strained,//

Keeping his voice low enough not to be heard over the microphone, Nagi spoke again. "What do you think they'll say when they find out you messed up such a simple mission? Are they going to want you to join them in the future, or will they have to think about getting a replacement?"

The psychic was startled at the fear and rage that overwhelmed the lust momentarily, and Nagi was surprised to find he'd hit on a sensitive issue. He wondered idly what it was all about. Pressing his advantage, he stepped up the pace of his 'ministrations'.

//Siberian?//

"I'm fine, Bombay," he replied, glaring upwards, teeth obviously clenched, judging by the play of shadows across his face.

//You're sure?//

"Yes I'm sure," was the slightly impatient response. "Nothing out here but me and a rat."

Nagi resisted the insane urge to snicker at the description that was obviously meant for him. It was somewhat backwards as the cat usually played with the rat, but the teen wasn't going to argue.

//Okay then,// replied the faint voice. //We'll meet you at the rendezvous point in three minutes.//

"Siberian out,"

As soon as he heard those words, Nagi stepped up his pace, caressing the assassin both inside and out trying to bring him off as soon as possible. Such a convincing omission deserved some reward, though it was really more in line of additional blackmail. Regardless of the motivation behind it, Siberian was soon bucking his hips before coming with a muffled shout.

The scene was too much for the teenager who came hard and fast for the second time. Breathing harshly, they stared at each other, trying to get up the strength to move normally. Using the wall for support, Siberian staggered to his feet. "I may not tell them about this, but I know you're alive, and I'll be watching for you,"

A shiver passed through the kinetic at the thought as he watched the Weiss assassin stumble away. When he was out of sight, Nagi struggled to levitate himself to the building on the other side of the alley where he could begin his rooftop trek to where he left the car. He couldn't believe how mentally and physically drained he was at the moment. Well physical he could believe after those two mind-blowing orgasms, but he hadn't realized just how tiring it was to mentally fuck another person.

He walked away from the arms dealer, waiting for the explosion that would indicate that that specific investment was history, and remained slightly disappointed and confused when nothing of the sort happened. First Siberian, then Weiss. He wondered what had happened in the past two years to change their MO like that - they almost always blew up the targeted buildings. Shrugging tiredly to himself, he decided to simply tell Crawford his observations and leave it up to his leader to deal with it. In the meantime, all he wanted to do was clean up his sticky pants and crawl into bed and sleep for a week.

*~*~*~*~*

Hidden in the shadows of the nearby rooftop, Aya-chan looked down at the rendezvous point. She'd heard Omi call for withdrawal, and was waiting to make sure that they got out all right. She was a bit concerned with Ken's behavior - he hadn't sounded right, despite what he'd reported. Figuring that she'd get to the bottom of it later, Aya-chan concentrated on scanning the area for threats. Nothing had happened on the outside, as far as she could tell, that fit the description of a test for Ken, and it worried her.

There was a slight movement in the deepest shadows, and the young woman had her rifle trained there in a split second. The blackness resolved itself into the shape of her brother; Youji and Omi were close by, which meant that Ken was still in the alley. Scanning the area again she caught the briefest metallic glint near the side of the building. The red dot of a laser site appeared on her niisan's back, and Aya-chan reacted instinctively. The rifle in her hands recoiled in a familiar fashion and the red dot vanished. The three Weiss members dove for cover, but Aya-chan picked off a second gunman. Ken appeared at the mouth of the alley, stalking forward in the shadows. She picked off the last gunman who had targeted her best friend before scuttling backwards on the flat roof and standing up once she knew she was out of sight.

Sliding the rifle into its case, she slung it over her shoulder and ran along the rooftop towards the alley several buildings away where she'd left Ken's bike. Carefully to gauging the distance, she leapt to the next roof, happy that they were so close together. There was no way she was trying the huge leaps that she saw in many American movies. After another few buildings, she scampered down a fire escape, and pulled the ratty tarp off the bike. Stuffing the dirty thing into a saddlebag, she decided to thank Ken for keeping the thing - it was great camouflage for missions.

Checking for witnesses and finding none, she pulled out into the street. Driving at a moderate speed, she made sure that no one would take any special note of her as she made her way back to the flower shop. She took a fairly direct route after checking to see that she wasn't being followed so that she could get Ken's bike back in place before the others arrived. She probably wouldn't have the time to get inside before they arrived, but she knew that they wouldn't check her room - they never did - leaving her to sneak into her room via the bedroom window once they were in bed.

She wondered if Ken would suspect that she was the sniper - he was aware of how good a shot she was after all so he would likely question her about it the next time they were alone together. Sneaking around back, she settled herself into the cover of bushes, unslinging the rifle and laying it beside her. Moments later the car drove up and she heard them enter the shop.

As she sat there waiting for the lights to go out, the implications of the night began to sink in and her hands began to tremble. She'd killed not one, but three people tonight. She hadn't even thought about what she was doing; she just killed them. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she hugged her legs tightly, shaking even more. She was a killer, a murderer. Pressing her face against her knees she sobbed quietly into the fabric of her jeans. Now she was a 'bad person' too.

~~TBC~~

Notes (in case anyone cares):

Futago means twins or a twin. If I used it wrong, I'm sorry - I don't actually know Japanese. They don't mean this literally - it's just an endearment.