TITLE: Shades of Gray 7 / ?
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Others later.
RATING: varies - NC-17 for this chapter
WARNINGS: Yaoi, language, sex
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no money from this either.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler.
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
~*~*~*~*~ scene break ~emphasis~
::telepathy:: //phone or headset// ***vision***
Shades of Gray
Chapter 7
Aya-chan looked around the upper floor of Black Magic. She'd been right in her guess about the set-up - there were tables, a small dance floor and bar in the main room, with several smaller rooms along the outer walls. It was also filled with people around her age all showing off and getting drunk. She stood near the snack table, bottle of alcoholic lemonade in her hand as she munched on chips and salsa. She'd only been here for an hour and she was already bored to tears.
The problem, she decided, was that the girls were all being silly and flirty, while the boys were mostly interested in getting laid. The groping wasn't unfamiliar, it happened whenever she went out with Ken, but she didn't have the protection of Ken's reputation this time.
She wished, for the hundredth time, that Red was here. He at least respected her when she said no, unlike these drunken idiots. She didn't doubt her ability to handle anyone in the room - she knew her skills, and she did have a small knife in her boot if she got desperate, but she thought that most of the guys in the room were fairly harmless. They seemed the type that would either listen to a refusal, or drug a girl and she was being very careful with her drink - she opened each one herself, and drank slowly, never putting it down. She was not going to let herself get drunk or drugged at this party.
Looking around with a sigh she wondered if she could slip downstairs where the real fun was, or, if nothing else, go home. She was having a hard time interacting with the girls who sounded like tipsy airheads, and she'd never been an airhead, even when she'd been fairly naïve. The boys were just crude. If she could have played the tease, she might not have minded so much - it would have given her something to do, but as it was she had to watch what she did very carefully to stay in character so to speak. It was terribly frustrating. She hated acting like a total flake.
"Aya, would you like a drink?" asked a voice at her shoulder.
Turning, she saw Hiro, the boy who'd picked her up at the shop. She smiled cutely and showed her half filled bottle. "I'm fine for now," she giggled.
A quick frown flashed across his face, but he grinned. "Maybe I'll get you one when you finish. Sound good?"
Fluttering her eyelashes, Aya-chan blushed, feeling annoyed. "I don't think I should have much more tonight," she exclaimed softly. "I don't think my Oniisan will be too happy if I come home drunk."
Looking disappointed, but smiling Hiro nodded. "I'm getting one for myself," he commented. "Want to dance when I come back?"
The girl stifled a sigh and nodded brightly. She really wished that she could have come here with someone else. Hiro had seemed like a nice guy when he'd driven her over here, but now that he'd been drinking he was getting a bit pushy. He kept trying to buy her drinks, and failing that he tried dancing uncomfortably close on the dance floor.
Hiro made his way back to her with a beer in his hand and guided her out to the dance floor where he practically glomped onto her. Hiding a sigh she wished again for Red's sarcastic, catty comments and the entertaining sexual innuendo as she giggled at something that was supposed to be funny. At least Red was entertaining and knew how to tell the difference between a tease and the real thing.
Besides, she really hated giggling.
~*~*~*~*~
Nagi felt both relaxed and tense as lost himself in the music and the hot embrace of Ken's arms as they danced. He hadn't had much to drink at all, but being here with the other assassin had him on an emotional, and sexual, high.
The club thrummed with sexual tension as the throng of scantily clad people moved on the closely packed dance floor. The music pounded through Nagi's body, vibrating in his chest as he raised his hands above his head and turned slowly in Ken's arms. He felt his partner's satin clad erection grind into his ass as one hand settled on the bare skin at his hip and the other caressed his chest. Throwing his head back he felt hot breath on his neck and the light bite of teeth. His moan went unheard in the general din of the club, but he felt the responding one vibrate against his skin.
Turning again he ground his hard cock into Ken's, smiling wickedly into the lust filled brown eyes. Aya-chan had definitely been right about this. A part of his mind couldn't believe that he was behaving in such a . . . wanton manner, but it was completely exhilarating; and it seemed to turn Ken on even more.
Eyes at half-mast, Nagi slid his right leg up Ken's left until it was hooked around his waist and arched backwards, hands playing with his own nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt while he used his powers to help keep him from falling on his ass. Ken licked his lips and bent towards him to capture his lips in what should have been an impossible manoeuvre, but his telekinesis was turning out to be a much more useful thing than he'd anticipated.
Ken drew him upwards again and Nagi moaned deep in his chest as straddled Ken's leg, grinding his erection into the firm thigh and feeling one grind into his. Ken's hands were kneading his ass and the kinetic found his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. A slight circle had opened around them he felt himself turned again, the soccer player's hands on his thighs and covered cock now instead of his ass. Nagi could feel eyes on him and after a moment of hesitation he let go completely letting one hand caress his own body while the other anchored him by looping itself over Ken's shoulder.
Eyes glazed in erotic pleasure, he was startled to see a few people stroking themselves through their clothes. He was even more startled by his own reaction to it. Moaning loudly, he licked his lips and lost himself to the sensations. He'd been surprised at his own reaction to the knowledge that Aya-chan had seen him jacking off in the tree, and again by the trill when she'd told him that Ken had fucked people in the darkened corners of various clubs - now he was certain that a least a small part of him was an exhibitionist, and he laughed at the thought. He wondered what Schwarz would think about that.
He didn't know if he wanted to go all the way in the club tonight, but he knew for certain that he wanted to do ~something~ more, and dancing like this was making the desire even stronger.
Feeling a slight tug backwards, he glanced over his shoulder at Ken who nodded his head in the direction of the shadowed seating along the walls of the club. Grinning wildly, he turned and locked lips with his boyfriend then followed him across the crowded dance floor. It was definitely past time for just dancing.
~*~*~*~*~
Crawford sat comfortably in the living room armchair doing a logic puzzle. Schuldich was sprawled across the couch, flicking through the channels too fast to really notice what was on.
The American suppressed an irritated sigh at the sight. The German hadn't been impressed with the order to stay at home tonight; he'd wanted to go and watch Nagi's date with Siberian. Brad had had to forbid him from leaving to prevent the little mission. Though the redhead disguised it as voyeurism, the precog knew how much Schuldich cared for the boy; he himself thought of the telekinetic as a younger brother as well and wouldn't want anything to happen to him, but he also knew that whatever was happening between him and Siberian was essential to their future, and didn't need supervision.
Once again he silently cursed the short sightedness of his visions. He knew that something big was going to happen, something that would be devastating, but he couldn't gain any details. He knew that Weiss was going to figure very highly in their plans, but he didn't know yet why that was.
Almost as if the though of Weiss brought it on, he had a flash of vision.
***Sylvia Lin, a feathered dart, Farfarello protecting Sally, Sergei Prahanov, a backlit stranger that seemed somewhat familiar, shadowed claws grasping at Weiss and Schwarz, especially Siberian and Nagi.***
The room came back into focus and he sighed almost inaudibly as he tried to make sense of the jumbled vision. The confusion itself meant that the events were at least a week or two into the future, but it was still important that he decipher them.
Closing his magazine abruptly, Crawford stood.
"Vision?" asked Schuldich.
The dark haired man staggered at the sound of the telepath's voice dropping to his knees as another vision hit him.
***Chips and salsa. A girl with long black braids teetering on the blade of a knife. If she fell one way she would shatter, the other it would land safely, caught by two sets of hands. Several young men were poised to push her to shatter while two raced to pull her to safety. If she shattered, the world would die, if she landed safely they had a chance.***
Gasping in shock, he found that he was crouched on the floor, trembling slightly. Schuldich was leaning over him, thinly veiled concern on his face.
"Crawford?"
"I'm all right," he reassured the other man, forcing his voice to be steady. "Something vital is going to happen very shortly," he said, thinking about the symbolic nature of the vision. They were the worst kind, and it probably meant that whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be limited to a physical event. It also meant that he wouldn't get a clear picture of the of it until moments before it happened at which point it would be too late to prevent it. He hated symbolic visions.
He hoped that Nagi and Siberian were indeed where they were supposed to be because they might be the only hope for the girl, and the girl had to survive.
~*~*~*~*~
Nagi arched back against Ken, feeling the other man's cock grind into his velvet-covered ass. He moaned sensually as hands stroked him through the soft jeans. Moaning almost continuously, he thrust upwards into the cupped hand, while allowing his kinetic hands to glide over both of them with sensual abandon. He gasped loudly as he felt the button opened, and fly coaxed down as Ken's knowing hand freed his cock from the tight confines. Turning his head, he licked helplessly at the other man's neck and jaw as his length was caressed in the open air of the club.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Nagi," came the husky voice in his ear. "I want to see you come for me."
The telekinetic shuddered, clutching convulsively at Ken's thighs as he arched his back again, thrusting wildly into hot grip. He could feel the familiar heat building in him, cresting over him. The feel of teeth on the juncture between neck and shoulder sent him over the edge with a strangled shout that was drowned out in the noise of the club.
Trembling softly he felt Ken's panting breaths on his neck and turned so that he was straddling his lover's lap. Delving into the satin pants beneath him, he freed the trapped cock, feeling the heated flesh throbbing between his hands. Bracing himself with his powers he began to stroke quickly, knowing somehow that Ken wouldn't last very long. Forming a tight kinetic ring with his mind he pressed it down onto his lover's erection simulating the penetration he knew the other wanted. Ken arched back against the low couch and began to drive his hips upward.
"Naaaaagiiiiiiiii," he shouted, as he came, white spurts of his essence trapped in the air between them.
The Weiss assassin slumped into the seat and Nagi draped himself over him like a blanket after depositing the white cream onto the floor.
"That was fucking awesome," gasped the brown-eyed man and Nagi nodded against his neck, nibbling and licking in sated contentment.
He wasn't sure how long they lay there, tangled together with the music pounding around them, but finally Ken stirred. "I'm thirsty," he said over the music. "Let's get something to drink."
"More dancing?"
Ken smirked and groaned. "I could dance with you for hours," he replied, giving Nagi's ass a suggestive squeeze. Nagi snickered and blushed, hardly believing what they'd just done as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He felt the muted tingle of arousal in the pit of his stomach and was decidedly grateful that he wouldn't be able to get it up for a while - it meant that they could enjoy the rest of the night without distraction. Until later, that was, when they had more privacy. Then the distraction would be more than welcome.
~*~*~*~*~
Drumming her fingers on the snack table, Aya-chan scooped some more salsa onto her chip and popped it into her mouth. As much as she hated to admit it, it looked like she was going to have to call home for a ride just so that she could get away from this party. It would be embarrassing to admit that she couldn't handle being out until midnight on her own, but she didn't know how much more of this place she could take.
To top it off, Hiro was drunk and his friends weren't much better. She didn't really want to go anywhere with him, even if he hadn't been drunk - he was a bit disgruntled that she wouldn't do more than dance with him and she really didn't want to be alone in a car with him - she might be forced to actually hurt him if he made a move on her.
Looking around she noticed that the crowd had thinned a bit. Some people were still dancing, but many of them had either passed out or found private rooms to do a different type of dancing. Dancing of the horizontal type, as Red would say. She snickered slightly at the thought. That was one thing she liked about the redhead; he wasn't afraid to joke with her.
Checking her watch she saw that it was eleven o'clock. It was earlier than she usually went ~out~, let alone went home, but it would probably be worth the hassle of older brothers saying 'I told you so' just so that she could escape her boredom.
Having another chip she tried not to pout. If only those girls hadn't caught her in the mall, maybe she could have gone out with Ken and Nagi and maybe found Red or someone else to entertain her instead of listening to the childishness going on here. She knew it wasn't fair for her to judge them, but knowing how to kill, actually having killed people, made her very aware of everything that these people were and she no longer was.
So, it wasn't only boring, it was depressing as well. Looking at the bowl of chips and salsa she smirked a bit. At least those had tasted good. Scooping one last helping of salsa, she prepared to find a phone and call home. Maybe Omi wouldn't hassle her too much if she asked him.
Standing up, she was surprised when a wave of dizziness hit her. She knew that she hadn't had that much to drink, and no one had touched what she did drink but her. Focusing on the payphones across the room, she concentrated on getting to them. She definitely didn't want to go downstairs now - that would be going from the frying pan into the fire.
Stumbling into one of the chairs, she scrambled to keep herself upright as the room spun around her. She tried to ask the girl nearest to her for help but her voice wouldn't work properly. Trying to stifle her growing panic she wondered how she would call home if she couldn't talk. Maybe she could lock herself in the ladies room until her head cleared. She never drank much when she went out, so maybe the alcohol ~was~ just hitting her hard because she'd gotten up so fast. Somehow she didn't think so though.
Staggering unsteadily, she felt like she was walking on stilts, or that her feet were asleep because she couldn't feel them on the floor though she could see that they were. She stumbled again, thinking getting muzzy, and felt warm arms around her. Thinking that it was Ken or Red she leaned into them. Looking up she was surprised to see Hiro next to her.
"You don't look very well," he said softly. "Why don't you come over here and lie down until you feel better. Then I'll take you home."
She wanted to protest, tell him that she wanted to go home now, but she couldn't get anything out besides a soft mumble.
He guided her into one of the private rooms and she heard the lock click behind them. Looking around wildly, she collapsed onto the pillows on the floor when Hiro let go of her. Aya-chan tried to push herself up, but her limbs wouldn't cooperate. Four boys loomed into her blurring vision grinning at her and commenting on their catch. She heard someone mention the salsa, but most of the words were hard to understand, sounding as if they were coming through a long tunnel and echoing strangely. She couldn't mistake their intent however, as one of them reached down to roughly fondle her breast.
Terror exploded through her as she felt hands on her, starting to remove her clothing. Someone kissed her and she bit him earning a hard slap. Her vision greyed as pain exploded through her face. She could feel her tears as her shrieks for help were trapped in her head, helpless to get out, as she was helpless to do anything as they worked on her jeans so that they could rape her.
TBC
AUTHOR: Hana-chan gohana_chan@yahoo.ca
CATEGORY: dark, angst, yaoi,
PAIRINGS: (Nagi) x Ken x Nagi Omi+Aya, Others later.
RATING: varies - NC-17 for this chapter
WARNINGS: Yaoi, language, sex
SPOILERS: The series, Dramatic Precious, Dramatic Image III -Schwarz,
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, Schwarz, or anything connected to them. I make no money from this either.
ARCHIVE: FanFiction.Net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=81835
NOTES: The fic WILL still make sense if you don't know the Dramatic CDs, but it might be a bit of a spoiler.
FEEDBACK: Please! This is my first WK fic and I'd like to hear what people think so I'll continue writing.
~*~*~*~*~ scene break ~emphasis~
::telepathy:: //phone or headset// ***vision***
Shades of Gray
Chapter 7
Aya-chan looked around the upper floor of Black Magic. She'd been right in her guess about the set-up - there were tables, a small dance floor and bar in the main room, with several smaller rooms along the outer walls. It was also filled with people around her age all showing off and getting drunk. She stood near the snack table, bottle of alcoholic lemonade in her hand as she munched on chips and salsa. She'd only been here for an hour and she was already bored to tears.
The problem, she decided, was that the girls were all being silly and flirty, while the boys were mostly interested in getting laid. The groping wasn't unfamiliar, it happened whenever she went out with Ken, but she didn't have the protection of Ken's reputation this time.
She wished, for the hundredth time, that Red was here. He at least respected her when she said no, unlike these drunken idiots. She didn't doubt her ability to handle anyone in the room - she knew her skills, and she did have a small knife in her boot if she got desperate, but she thought that most of the guys in the room were fairly harmless. They seemed the type that would either listen to a refusal, or drug a girl and she was being very careful with her drink - she opened each one herself, and drank slowly, never putting it down. She was not going to let herself get drunk or drugged at this party.
Looking around with a sigh she wondered if she could slip downstairs where the real fun was, or, if nothing else, go home. She was having a hard time interacting with the girls who sounded like tipsy airheads, and she'd never been an airhead, even when she'd been fairly naïve. The boys were just crude. If she could have played the tease, she might not have minded so much - it would have given her something to do, but as it was she had to watch what she did very carefully to stay in character so to speak. It was terribly frustrating. She hated acting like a total flake.
"Aya, would you like a drink?" asked a voice at her shoulder.
Turning, she saw Hiro, the boy who'd picked her up at the shop. She smiled cutely and showed her half filled bottle. "I'm fine for now," she giggled.
A quick frown flashed across his face, but he grinned. "Maybe I'll get you one when you finish. Sound good?"
Fluttering her eyelashes, Aya-chan blushed, feeling annoyed. "I don't think I should have much more tonight," she exclaimed softly. "I don't think my Oniisan will be too happy if I come home drunk."
Looking disappointed, but smiling Hiro nodded. "I'm getting one for myself," he commented. "Want to dance when I come back?"
The girl stifled a sigh and nodded brightly. She really wished that she could have come here with someone else. Hiro had seemed like a nice guy when he'd driven her over here, but now that he'd been drinking he was getting a bit pushy. He kept trying to buy her drinks, and failing that he tried dancing uncomfortably close on the dance floor.
Hiro made his way back to her with a beer in his hand and guided her out to the dance floor where he practically glomped onto her. Hiding a sigh she wished again for Red's sarcastic, catty comments and the entertaining sexual innuendo as she giggled at something that was supposed to be funny. At least Red was entertaining and knew how to tell the difference between a tease and the real thing.
Besides, she really hated giggling.
~*~*~*~*~
Nagi felt both relaxed and tense as lost himself in the music and the hot embrace of Ken's arms as they danced. He hadn't had much to drink at all, but being here with the other assassin had him on an emotional, and sexual, high.
The club thrummed with sexual tension as the throng of scantily clad people moved on the closely packed dance floor. The music pounded through Nagi's body, vibrating in his chest as he raised his hands above his head and turned slowly in Ken's arms. He felt his partner's satin clad erection grind into his ass as one hand settled on the bare skin at his hip and the other caressed his chest. Throwing his head back he felt hot breath on his neck and the light bite of teeth. His moan went unheard in the general din of the club, but he felt the responding one vibrate against his skin.
Turning again he ground his hard cock into Ken's, smiling wickedly into the lust filled brown eyes. Aya-chan had definitely been right about this. A part of his mind couldn't believe that he was behaving in such a . . . wanton manner, but it was completely exhilarating; and it seemed to turn Ken on even more.
Eyes at half-mast, Nagi slid his right leg up Ken's left until it was hooked around his waist and arched backwards, hands playing with his own nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt while he used his powers to help keep him from falling on his ass. Ken licked his lips and bent towards him to capture his lips in what should have been an impossible manoeuvre, but his telekinesis was turning out to be a much more useful thing than he'd anticipated.
Ken drew him upwards again and Nagi moaned deep in his chest as straddled Ken's leg, grinding his erection into the firm thigh and feeling one grind into his. Ken's hands were kneading his ass and the kinetic found his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. A slight circle had opened around them he felt himself turned again, the soccer player's hands on his thighs and covered cock now instead of his ass. Nagi could feel eyes on him and after a moment of hesitation he let go completely letting one hand caress his own body while the other anchored him by looping itself over Ken's shoulder.
Eyes glazed in erotic pleasure, he was startled to see a few people stroking themselves through their clothes. He was even more startled by his own reaction to it. Moaning loudly, he licked his lips and lost himself to the sensations. He'd been surprised at his own reaction to the knowledge that Aya-chan had seen him jacking off in the tree, and again by the trill when she'd told him that Ken had fucked people in the darkened corners of various clubs - now he was certain that a least a small part of him was an exhibitionist, and he laughed at the thought. He wondered what Schwarz would think about that.
He didn't know if he wanted to go all the way in the club tonight, but he knew for certain that he wanted to do ~something~ more, and dancing like this was making the desire even stronger.
Feeling a slight tug backwards, he glanced over his shoulder at Ken who nodded his head in the direction of the shadowed seating along the walls of the club. Grinning wildly, he turned and locked lips with his boyfriend then followed him across the crowded dance floor. It was definitely past time for just dancing.
~*~*~*~*~
Crawford sat comfortably in the living room armchair doing a logic puzzle. Schuldich was sprawled across the couch, flicking through the channels too fast to really notice what was on.
The American suppressed an irritated sigh at the sight. The German hadn't been impressed with the order to stay at home tonight; he'd wanted to go and watch Nagi's date with Siberian. Brad had had to forbid him from leaving to prevent the little mission. Though the redhead disguised it as voyeurism, the precog knew how much Schuldich cared for the boy; he himself thought of the telekinetic as a younger brother as well and wouldn't want anything to happen to him, but he also knew that whatever was happening between him and Siberian was essential to their future, and didn't need supervision.
Once again he silently cursed the short sightedness of his visions. He knew that something big was going to happen, something that would be devastating, but he couldn't gain any details. He knew that Weiss was going to figure very highly in their plans, but he didn't know yet why that was.
Almost as if the though of Weiss brought it on, he had a flash of vision.
***Sylvia Lin, a feathered dart, Farfarello protecting Sally, Sergei Prahanov, a backlit stranger that seemed somewhat familiar, shadowed claws grasping at Weiss and Schwarz, especially Siberian and Nagi.***
The room came back into focus and he sighed almost inaudibly as he tried to make sense of the jumbled vision. The confusion itself meant that the events were at least a week or two into the future, but it was still important that he decipher them.
Closing his magazine abruptly, Crawford stood.
"Vision?" asked Schuldich.
The dark haired man staggered at the sound of the telepath's voice dropping to his knees as another vision hit him.
***Chips and salsa. A girl with long black braids teetering on the blade of a knife. If she fell one way she would shatter, the other it would land safely, caught by two sets of hands. Several young men were poised to push her to shatter while two raced to pull her to safety. If she shattered, the world would die, if she landed safely they had a chance.***
Gasping in shock, he found that he was crouched on the floor, trembling slightly. Schuldich was leaning over him, thinly veiled concern on his face.
"Crawford?"
"I'm all right," he reassured the other man, forcing his voice to be steady. "Something vital is going to happen very shortly," he said, thinking about the symbolic nature of the vision. They were the worst kind, and it probably meant that whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be limited to a physical event. It also meant that he wouldn't get a clear picture of the of it until moments before it happened at which point it would be too late to prevent it. He hated symbolic visions.
He hoped that Nagi and Siberian were indeed where they were supposed to be because they might be the only hope for the girl, and the girl had to survive.
~*~*~*~*~
Nagi arched back against Ken, feeling the other man's cock grind into his velvet-covered ass. He moaned sensually as hands stroked him through the soft jeans. Moaning almost continuously, he thrust upwards into the cupped hand, while allowing his kinetic hands to glide over both of them with sensual abandon. He gasped loudly as he felt the button opened, and fly coaxed down as Ken's knowing hand freed his cock from the tight confines. Turning his head, he licked helplessly at the other man's neck and jaw as his length was caressed in the open air of the club.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Nagi," came the husky voice in his ear. "I want to see you come for me."
The telekinetic shuddered, clutching convulsively at Ken's thighs as he arched his back again, thrusting wildly into hot grip. He could feel the familiar heat building in him, cresting over him. The feel of teeth on the juncture between neck and shoulder sent him over the edge with a strangled shout that was drowned out in the noise of the club.
Trembling softly he felt Ken's panting breaths on his neck and turned so that he was straddling his lover's lap. Delving into the satin pants beneath him, he freed the trapped cock, feeling the heated flesh throbbing between his hands. Bracing himself with his powers he began to stroke quickly, knowing somehow that Ken wouldn't last very long. Forming a tight kinetic ring with his mind he pressed it down onto his lover's erection simulating the penetration he knew the other wanted. Ken arched back against the low couch and began to drive his hips upward.
"Naaaaagiiiiiiiii," he shouted, as he came, white spurts of his essence trapped in the air between them.
The Weiss assassin slumped into the seat and Nagi draped himself over him like a blanket after depositing the white cream onto the floor.
"That was fucking awesome," gasped the brown-eyed man and Nagi nodded against his neck, nibbling and licking in sated contentment.
He wasn't sure how long they lay there, tangled together with the music pounding around them, but finally Ken stirred. "I'm thirsty," he said over the music. "Let's get something to drink."
"More dancing?"
Ken smirked and groaned. "I could dance with you for hours," he replied, giving Nagi's ass a suggestive squeeze. Nagi snickered and blushed, hardly believing what they'd just done as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He felt the muted tingle of arousal in the pit of his stomach and was decidedly grateful that he wouldn't be able to get it up for a while - it meant that they could enjoy the rest of the night without distraction. Until later, that was, when they had more privacy. Then the distraction would be more than welcome.
~*~*~*~*~
Drumming her fingers on the snack table, Aya-chan scooped some more salsa onto her chip and popped it into her mouth. As much as she hated to admit it, it looked like she was going to have to call home for a ride just so that she could get away from this party. It would be embarrassing to admit that she couldn't handle being out until midnight on her own, but she didn't know how much more of this place she could take.
To top it off, Hiro was drunk and his friends weren't much better. She didn't really want to go anywhere with him, even if he hadn't been drunk - he was a bit disgruntled that she wouldn't do more than dance with him and she really didn't want to be alone in a car with him - she might be forced to actually hurt him if he made a move on her.
Looking around she noticed that the crowd had thinned a bit. Some people were still dancing, but many of them had either passed out or found private rooms to do a different type of dancing. Dancing of the horizontal type, as Red would say. She snickered slightly at the thought. That was one thing she liked about the redhead; he wasn't afraid to joke with her.
Checking her watch she saw that it was eleven o'clock. It was earlier than she usually went ~out~, let alone went home, but it would probably be worth the hassle of older brothers saying 'I told you so' just so that she could escape her boredom.
Having another chip she tried not to pout. If only those girls hadn't caught her in the mall, maybe she could have gone out with Ken and Nagi and maybe found Red or someone else to entertain her instead of listening to the childishness going on here. She knew it wasn't fair for her to judge them, but knowing how to kill, actually having killed people, made her very aware of everything that these people were and she no longer was.
So, it wasn't only boring, it was depressing as well. Looking at the bowl of chips and salsa she smirked a bit. At least those had tasted good. Scooping one last helping of salsa, she prepared to find a phone and call home. Maybe Omi wouldn't hassle her too much if she asked him.
Standing up, she was surprised when a wave of dizziness hit her. She knew that she hadn't had that much to drink, and no one had touched what she did drink but her. Focusing on the payphones across the room, she concentrated on getting to them. She definitely didn't want to go downstairs now - that would be going from the frying pan into the fire.
Stumbling into one of the chairs, she scrambled to keep herself upright as the room spun around her. She tried to ask the girl nearest to her for help but her voice wouldn't work properly. Trying to stifle her growing panic she wondered how she would call home if she couldn't talk. Maybe she could lock herself in the ladies room until her head cleared. She never drank much when she went out, so maybe the alcohol ~was~ just hitting her hard because she'd gotten up so fast. Somehow she didn't think so though.
Staggering unsteadily, she felt like she was walking on stilts, or that her feet were asleep because she couldn't feel them on the floor though she could see that they were. She stumbled again, thinking getting muzzy, and felt warm arms around her. Thinking that it was Ken or Red she leaned into them. Looking up she was surprised to see Hiro next to her.
"You don't look very well," he said softly. "Why don't you come over here and lie down until you feel better. Then I'll take you home."
She wanted to protest, tell him that she wanted to go home now, but she couldn't get anything out besides a soft mumble.
He guided her into one of the private rooms and she heard the lock click behind them. Looking around wildly, she collapsed onto the pillows on the floor when Hiro let go of her. Aya-chan tried to push herself up, but her limbs wouldn't cooperate. Four boys loomed into her blurring vision grinning at her and commenting on their catch. She heard someone mention the salsa, but most of the words were hard to understand, sounding as if they were coming through a long tunnel and echoing strangely. She couldn't mistake their intent however, as one of them reached down to roughly fondle her breast.
Terror exploded through her as she felt hands on her, starting to remove her clothing. Someone kissed her and she bit him earning a hard slap. Her vision greyed as pain exploded through her face. She could feel her tears as her shrieks for help were trapped in her head, helpless to get out, as she was helpless to do anything as they worked on her jeans so that they could rape her.
TBC