Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Devil In the Sun
Type: 3/6, Series
Teaser: Ken is caught by Schwarz and, ah hell, I can't describe it..just read please
Rating: PG -13
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, yaoi hints, torture, AU
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine…will never be mine but damn if that'll stop me from torturing their lives in my fics...
Keywords: Ken, Brad, BradxKen, Schwarz, torture
Last of the torture grin> and I don't know what else. I hope its still nice ne? And did I promise lime before? looks back at post>oh I did…blinks>that still isn't happening anytime soon judging from what I've been writing whacks self> gomen!
Devil In the Sun
Part 3
Muscles twitched of their own accord, shying away from the fire which seared every reachable part of his body. The smell of burned skin, so akin to burned rubber, permeated the air, filling his nostrils.
He imagined the fire creeping up on him, transforming into liquid and entering his veins, filling him with its strength until he was consumed, changed, became fire incarnate.
/There is no boundary between flesh and flame. Shape is an imaginary wall. Push, push and I am through. Body turns into flames, I *am * flame. This is unparalleled pleasure./
A firm touch summons him back. Someone takes his chin and lifts his flame-face to look at him. Ken focused his eyes, tears streaming down, on the face of the one who gave him such ecstasy.
Brad looked into his eyes and Ken looked back.
/What beautiful eyes./
***
Brad watched his assistants work for awhile. He was sick and weary of doing this. The knowledge that Esset was watching only added another burden on his shoulders. He wished it was over. He wished he would be permitted to let it go. Let Schuldich or one of the others take over.
His guards were too eager, they didn't realize that they were pushing too hard. And that goddamn Ken Hidaka had an erection.
/Damn./
Brad rubbed at his temples, trying to still the pounding inside his head as he watched.
/One more and Ken will be out of my hold again./
It was an annoying trait. Everytime the pain became intolerable, Ken rewrote the program of his brain, convincing himself that it was wonderful. He knew he couldn't escape the pain, therefore he made it pleasurable.
If Brad wasn't so miserable with his failure, he would have laughed.
/I've failed./
He walked closer to Ken, removed a glove and lifted Ken's lolling head to inspect his face. Ken's eyes were open.
/He's conscious then./
Ken looked up at him with dreamy ecstasy and tearing eyes. Brad bent close to his face and asked softly.
"Who commands Weiß?"
Ken gave him a beaming smile. "Damn, you're beautiful, Bradley."
Brad dropped Ken's face and signaled his guards to stop. Swinging round, he strode back to where Esset sat.
"I've lost him."
He steeled himself for the recriminations sure to follow. Esset did not accept failures and Brad had failed.
"What is your sexual preference, Crawford?"
Brad was shocked, of all the questions or comments to ask, he never expected this. Accusations, yes, and maybe punishment. But this?
"I…I've never questioned it." He managed to say.
"Are you homosexual?"
"I don't know. I…" A face flashed through Brad's mind. "Maybe."
Brad's answer wasn't so much defensive as it was confused. He had never thought about it, really, being too immersed with his work in Esset.
"Who would you prefer to be with if you could have anyone?"
"I don't know."
"Do you want to make love to him?" One of Esset's leaders nodded towards Ken who was being supported by two guards after being released from his bindings.
Brad's face paled as blood drained away from his face in a rush. He forced himself to talk, saying the same word twice because no sound came out the first time.
"Yes."
Shame filled Brad then. This was the ultimate humiliation. He had just given them the perfect weapon to level at him. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be expelled from Schwarz, worse, maybe even killed.
"You may go."
Brad facevaulted in surprise.
/That was it? They weren't even going to reprimand him?/
His mind reeled and he could barely stand.
"One moment."
He froze.
"What do you recommend we do with him?"
Brad spared Ken a glance and with slight hesitation, said, "Kill him."
"Your reason?"
"Further time and effort would be a waste. We will never get the information out and he cannot be set free. He is a member of Weiß and one less member to deal with increases the possibility of success for our side. There is no purpose in maintaining his life."
Each word that fell from his lips seemed to drive a knife through his being but Brad remained outwardly calm. He was Schwarz's leader and his job always came first.
Esset nodded their agreement. "Make it so."
Brad gave them a perfunctory nod. It was all he could manage with his inner turmoil. He turned towards the guards and motioned with his hands. His throat had tightened up so much he couldn't speak.
In a series of movements, he pointed at Ken, drew his right hand horizontally across the neck from left to right and pointed outside. The guards knew the signs well enough. Brad had just ordered them to take Ken outside and kill him.
As the guards dragged Ken out, Brad followed them with his eyes, trying not to show any emotion or cry out. He was trying to hold his guts in. They felt like they wanted to fall out.
He scarcely heard the mind-thought Esset directed his way.
::Crawford? Suicide is out of the question.::
That was an order. And Brad always obeyed orders.
***
As soon as Esset left, Brad stumbled into his own room. A white sterile and orderly room that reflected Brad's personality. He put his face down on the pillow in shame as hot tears burned their way to the surface.
::Are you alright, Brad?:: Schuldich's mind voice echoed in his head.
/I'm alright. Now get the hell out of my head, Schuldich./
::Touchy, touchy. See if I ever ask again.:: Schuldich's voice faded from Brad's mind.
/I will be alright. I have to be alright. I am Schwarz. I have to be./
***
Ken was half-conscious when the guards backed him up against a brown-splattered wall. The scent of dried blood was all over the place and Ken knew that he had been taken to the execution chamber.
They were going to kill him, which was fine with him. At least his misery would end once and for all. He closed his eyes.
Click!
The sound of safety clips being flicked off.
/It'll be over soon…/
"Ready, aim…"
"Stop."
A cadre of guards, dressed in Esset's nondescript suits entered the execution chamber.
"My orders are from Crawford himself. If you have a counter order, it had better be from God." Ken's executioner snapped at the intruders.
"Esset."
"Close enough." The executioner motioned to his assistants to step back. "He's all yours."
Ken was dragged off the ground and he expected them to throw him back into his cell. But they didn't. They threw him into a car and took him to a room where no one bothered him at all.
Ken was left drifting in a haze of pain and darkness for how long he did not know but long enough that wounds started to heal and he started to feel again. He saw no one as days passed by in a blur.
/What are they keeping me for?/
If this was another trap to get him to talk, it wasn't working. Nothing would make him betray Weiß.
/Omi, Youji, Aya…you guys will be safe as long as I am alive./
TBC
^_~
As always comments are too too welcome and craved for. ^o^
visit my sites if you can onegai?
==The Anime Circle==
---original art, fanart, original
stories, wallpapers, etc.---
http://www.geocities.com/animecircle
==Invincibility: A Shrine to Gau Ban,
The Black Howling==
---A Shadow Skill Website. The multitude
of bishuonens of Kuruda!---
http://www.geocities.com/ssinvincibility