Sleeping Orchids
Chapter Two : Dawn

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The fires of the explosion burned on for hours as the daylight approached, the suns rays slowly casting over the horizon. As the day dawned, sapphire eyes slowly fluttered open as Omi winced in pain as he tried to stretch. "Nani... wh-- what happened..." he whispered as he looked around, gasping to see the embers of the building nearby. "Aya-kun--!" he said with a short yelp, memories of the mission gone horribly wrong slowly coming back. He started to get to his feet to rush closer to the debris but fell back to his knees, every muscle and bone and limb in his body aching from Nagi's repeated attacks.

"Schwarz..." he said as he spit onto the ground, holding himself up with shaking arms. There was the coppery taste of blood in his mouth but he didn't care. Sitting back on the ground with a light whine, he ran a hand through his cornsilk hair, just staring at the remnants of the building in mild shock. "Ken-kun, Youji-kun... Aya-kun. What happened... where are they..."

* * *

Youji and Ken had sat on the hood of Youji's roadster watching the building burn down to fallen timbers and smoldering ashes. They'd sat together in silence. Ken watching what seemed to be his life burning away and Youji watching Ken anxiety and brotherly worry in his gaze.

"Come on."

"Huh?"

"Snap out of it Ken. I need you."

"So."

A swift backhand was sent across Ken's cheek. "Fucking stop it."

Hopping off the car Ken stalked off toward the building. "Fine." A bet was a bet. Youji would die if Aya and Omi were dead. He was going to keep his end of the bet and work with Youji. He was angry and pissed and hurting violently.

Youji had never seen Ken like this. He was sullen, volatile, brooding. Since when had the charmer become Aya. He sighed and stomped out his last cigarette. He made a mental note to buy a carton when they got back in to town. It was going to be a long couple of days he could tell. Pushing off the car he followed Ken to the remains of the building.

* * *

Solemn blue eyes colored with pain continued looking over the fallen building, the boy leaning against a tree to keep standing. Omi had been able to somewhat access his situation. He definitely had a few cracked ribs but he was more bruised and tired than anything. It still hurt like hell even though his injuries weren't fatal. His thoughts were more on his teammates. The building had exploded... Ken and Youji wouldn't have detonated with half of the team still in the building. Schwarz... had Schwarz taken them? Why was he left? Hell, why had he been moved outside the building?

His gaze looked over the embers, wondering how he was not lying dead and burned there. As he watched the smoking timbers, he perked up, seeing a flash of orange. On seeing it he shivered, remembering Schuldich... and the odd conversation Aya had with him, or half of a conversation, he'd been able to pick up even while being smashed into a wall. A light sigh of relief touched his lips as he noted it for what it was. The ever-present orange dress shirt tied about Ken's waist.

"Ken-kun! Youji-kun!" he cried out, stumbling forward and ignoring his own aches and pains at the motions. He had to make sure they were all right. Maybe they knew where Aya was. Still in his hand he clutched the disk of information he'd gathered for the mission from the factory computers.

Youji ran ahead first with Ken trailing quickly behind him. "Omi!" Kneeling to the youth, with a gentle hand, he checked the boy for external abrasions. Mostly soot as far as he could tell. "Are you all right? What happened?"

"Okay... so only half of you gets to die. I'll be nice and let you decide which half." Turning his attention to Omi, Ken's face was as impassive as ever, far from the youthful spirited countenance he usually wore. His voice dripped with icy shards as cold as the Antarctic. "Where's Aya?"

"Youji-kun!" Omi winced lightly as Youji's hand touched over his abdomen, even with the tender touch it pressed down on his injured ribs. As he saw the concern in his deep green eyes he just shook his head, giving him the best genki bright smile he could muster up. "I'm all right. A short trip to the hospital may be in order after the mission reports are sent in." Ken's entire stance and tone surprised him and he blinked over at him, biting his lip in light worry over his teammate.

"I was hoping you'd know... We were in the office when Schuldich and Nagi suddenly interrupted us. The telekinetic threw me against the wall a few times so I'm afraid my memory isn't as good as it should be..." His teeth continued to nibble lightly on his rosebud lips, his fingers rubbing over his temples in small circles to soothe away his headache. "Aya-kun went up against Schuldich but... he couldn't get a strike in and seemed more concerned with my well fare. He kept asking them to stop and..." He shook his head and then brushed the tousled and sooty strands from his face. "I think Schuldich was using his telepathy to talk to him, he said something about having no choice and him being sick and then... I told Aya-kun to get somewhere safe and that was it for me."

His bright gaze looked over at the two, reaching out his hand to Ken to clasp his fingers between his, being careful of the Bugnuk mechanism but not much caring right now. "We'll get him back, Ken-kun. So... Schwarz must have him? Why just him..."

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//Wach auf, meine wunderschöne Orchidee.//(3*)

The first thing that Aya felt as he slowly woke to the world was the extreme pain of a headache from when Schuldich struck him down with telepathy. It throbbed through his temples, the only thing he was really able to hear being the hard rush of blood, the nasally sound of Schuldich's voice barely registering. He slowly turned his head, trying to stretch his limbs but found he could barely move them. Violet eyes slowly slid open, wincing slightly at the bright light in the room. Aya let out a tiny groan of discomfort, closing his eyes once more.

//You have a headache, don't you. I can get you Advil if you ask nicely.//

"Get the hell out of my head, German..." he slurred out, opening his eyes once more to focus on the man sitting on top of him. Aya was tied as he had been in the mental image except he was on his back rather than his stomach, complete with Schuldich sitting on his midsection. As Aya's lips opened to speak, Schuldich leaned forward to cover his lips with his own, his tongue forcing his way into the man's mouth to lick and thrust the smooth pink muscle into the sweetness lying under him.

Schuldich groaned lightly as he tasted the man's kiss, as moist and fresh as he'd ever imagined it to be. His tongue continued delving deeper while he let his hands roam over the body lying under him. Before tying the redhead to the bed he'd removed all of his clothes, tossing them carelessly into a corner. Another groan rumbled in his throat as one hand encountered the flaccid pale organ lying between Aya's legs and he settled his body down between his slender thighs, rubbing against him.

//I'd much rather have my head elsewhere, Liebechen...// He purred seductively as he parted the kiss, just staring deep into the other male's eyes. He noted that Aya had gone completely still, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as soon as he realized where he was despite the man's expert but hard touches. Frowning lightly at that, he dipped his head back down for another rough kiss.

Only to yelp shortly as he felt a piercing in his sensitive tongue. He cursed loud and fluently in a long string of Japanese, German, and English as a small trickle of blood ran down his chin from where Aya had bit into his tongue while it had been pushing past his firm lips.

A slender hand raised and flew to crack across Aya's face, leaving a bright red mark on his pale cheek. Aya's head whipped to the side with the force, the coppery taste of his own blood mixing with Schuldich's in his mouth from him biting his tongue with the sudden strike. Gasping softly, he spit the crimson fluid to the floor by the bed before glaring hard at the man once again purring and stroking his body roughly.

//So you like it rough. Good. So do I.//

* * *

"I don't think Schwarz has him, kid."

Ken glanced at Youji darkly sliding his hand from Omi and stepping back out of reach from the youth. Without glancing at his watch he twisted the dial flipping it up and pressing an emergency beacon. Kritiker's emergency team would be there shortly to take care of Omi. "Explain yourself now, Kudou."

"Ken, I didn't realize that while you were fucking Aya, he ejaculated his personality into you too. Can it now."

"Fuck you. Talk."

"Schuldich."

"Mastermind? What about him."

"He has him. Not Schwarz."

"..."

"Fucking, Christ. I'm wondering now if Schuldich had a party and pulled a Freaky Friday on me."

"You are not amusing, Kudou."

"Neither are you right now Hidaka. Snap out of it. He's not dead!"

"I think he'd prefer to be that way right now if Mastermind has him."

A quick flash of light glinting in the early morning light and a whiz of metal cut through the air as Youji's wire wrapped itself about Ken's neck. "Your attitude sucks Hidaka. We're a team. We do not give up on our teammates. How many fucking times have you preached that to me." Yanking the boy forward he pressed his gloved hand to his flaming cheek and released the wire. Pushing his shades up into his hair a familiar warmth seeped into his emerald irises. "I told you earlier. I need you, Ken, and I meant that. Just snap out of it okay. We'll get Aya back for you, even if I have to trade myself in to do it. I promise Ken."

Blue-green eyes spit hate at the blonde playboy. He knew better than to struggle with that damned wire around his neck and easily let himself be pulled. He didn't even flinch, swallow or try to speak while the wire was precariously close to slicing vital areas of his neck. He even kept his breathing to a minimum. But when the wire was released and the tone in Youji's voice and the touch that could only be termed a caress, Ken had remained rooted in place unable to move. He couldn't believe it. Not from Youji. Never from Youji. Admittedly it calmed him and brought him out of his silent rage momentarily. He nodded and relaxed and broke away from the suddenly uncomfortable nearness of Youji.

A blush colored his cheeks as he turned his attention back to Omi. "Med team should be here soon. Kudou and I will try to figure out where they could have taken Aya. If we need your help we'll be in contact." Ken refused to glance at Youji and nervously stepped away rubbing the back of his neck as he felt that verdant gaze boring into him. Damnit this wasn't supposed to be happening. Not Youji.

"Youji-kun! Ken-kun! Stop fighting, onegai!" The sweet voice was strained but harder than usual, watching the two go back and forth. Omi looked up, putting his hand back on Ken's to try to comfort him. "Youji is right, Ken-kun. We'll get Aya-kun back. You know you can never keep me away from my keyboard, even in the hospital! I'll do whatever I can to track him down. Now is when we need to be a team, not threatening each other. That's what Schwarz wants."

The bit of information about Ken and Aya being lovers was heard and processed but the only comment on it was a light blush on the male's cheeks. He knew the two were close... at times... but had no idea... Shaking it off, he eyed the two and leaned heavily against Youji's side. "What happened on your end of the mission?"

* * *

"I don't give a damn how you like it Schuldich. Go buy a hooker if all you want is a fuck." Still breathing slowly and letting his mind wander to distant memories, Aya tried desperately to block out the feelings the touches were sending through him. It didn't take much to keep himself from getting aroused, he just reminded himself that Schuldich had stolen him away from his teammates, interrupted a mission... god they probably thought he was dead by now.

//I don't want some hooker, I want you. And I will have you know I went through a lot of planning to get you here, orchid. Do you think I enjoyed having your katana slice me down? Knowing that you're only here to spare that little genki boy's life? That's sweet you know, to have proof you are not that heartless bastard you portray to the world.// Schuldich paused in his renewed kissing, his mouth tracing over his shoulders to nip every so often on the soft skin. His hand stayed on the Weiß leader's length, rubbing his fingertips over it and cupping the soft flesh at the base.

//It only makes you taste that much sweeter. You know, Liebechen, you can at least try to enjoy this. It will happen whether you want it or not. I would prefer the former because an unresponsive lover is soooo annoying but...// Sitting up from his kissing, he removed and tossed his own clothing to the corner of the room. //The latter has its advantages as well. Tell me... Are you a virgin, Aya?//

In response to the question Aya just stared blankly at him, lips never twitching to issue a verbal response. Schuldich sighed and shrugged lightly, deciding a different approach. Settling deeper between his legs, he thrust up to rub his hard arousal between his curving backside, running the length up along the narrow crevice. Aya's eyes widened before he squeezed them shut, not wanting the telepath to see the slight panic in his eyes.

//Ah, you are! At least a virgin in that way. Not a surprise. You seem to be very much a dominating seme-type with all that cold hard authority. I'm more of a uke, or seme, hell it doesn't matter, fucking is fucking.//

"I don't want you..." he whispered out through clenched teeth, letting out a low hiss as he felt the tip of his kidnapper's arousal press against his tight virgin flesh. He squirmed and arched his back, trying desperately to get away from the touch. A wave of heat raced through him followed by a cold chill and he kept squirming. "No..."

//Tell me you want this and I'll be gentle...// Lean hands settled on the man's hips, stroking over the gentle swell. His palms stayed to rub over the skin, his fingertips touching over his length trying to coax it to some level of firmness rather than laying limply against his thigh. Damn. He wanted Aya, he wanted him hot and panting and screaming and thrusting back and sweating with passion. But he had known the man would not be easy to break. It was a challenge he was greatly looking forward to. //Keep fighting and... I will just fight back.//

* * *

"Oracle and Berzerker showed up. We fought for a bit then the detonator flew out of Youji's pocket." Ken tossed the blonde an angry glare before stepping away yet again from Omi's touch. He didn't need or want the comfort right now. It was just something that didn't register past the rage and feeling of deep loss. He noticed the blush on Omi's face. "Omi... we're not... Aya and I aren't... lovers." They weren't really... not in that sense of the word. He shrugged and turned his angry glare back to the dirt, imaging the countless ways he was going to cut the telepath into multitudes of little pieces.

"Then what do you call it?"

"I call it none of your business. Now do you want to tell Omi how you fucked up the mission or what?"

"I did not fuck up the mission!"

"Oh how is striking a deal with Oracle of all people not fucking up the mission."

"I was bargaining for our teammates' lives."

"With Oracle, who was letting Berzerker play with the detonator."

"..."

"Oh so now you admit that it was a stupid idea."

"I admit nothing Hidaka."

"Riiight. So yeah he made a deal with Oracle. We let them go scott free if they don't blow up the building." Ken reached out and smacked Youji upside the back of his head. "Smooth fucking move ex-lax."

"Oh that's mature, Kenken."

"Bite me."

"You're giving me permission?"

Ken blushed crimson and remained silent.

Youji smacked his knee laughing and draped his arm over Ken's shoulders who tried to squirm away but somehow couldn't. Maybe it was because Youji had snagged Ken's belt loop and wasn't about to let him go.

"I still don't understand how I got out of the building though..." Omi brought his fingers to his chin, pondering silently for a few moments over what they'd told him. He continued to blush lightly at the thought of Aya-kun and Ken-kun... He coughed lightly and shook his head, not quite understanding the reference to not being lovers at least in that sense of the word, but it really didn't matter.

"Ne! Youji-kun... no biting Ken-kun! I don't think he would like that." Crimson touched his cheeks once more as he eyed the pair, letting his hand stay at his side this time after Ken's brush off. He had always been the closest to Aya, this was probably the hardest on him. "I'm sure that Youji-kun was looking out for our best interest, Ken-kun. They seemed to have planned this surprisingly well..." He looked away. How had they known they'd be here? They'd just gotten this mission today. Er, yesterday. "Mou... Omi-baka," he muttered after bapping himself on the forehead, wincing lightly as that only made his vision spin.

"All that matters is they have one of our teammates and we have to get him back. Ne?" A siren in the distance caught his attention and a breath of a relieved sigh touched the air. The medical crew. His ribs were hurting him more than he was letting onto, but he couldn't think about that right now. They had to find Aya... with that red haired telepath. Omi shuddered to even think of what was going on with their leader and that man.

* * *

"This is the last thing I want, Schwarz--"

Aya cut off his words as he clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to scream out in pain. At his answer Schuldich had jerked his hips up and drove himself deep into him. A scream rose in his throat but he bit it back, refusing to give the man the satisfaction of hearing his extreme pain. Long dark lashes fluttered on his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting desperately to wipe away the tears of pain that dampened the delicate veil of lashes around his long narrow eyes. He shook his head to try to throw them from his face, feeling ashamed of any display of pain he was showing.

//You feel so sweet and tight, meine Hure(4*). I've never have had a lover like you.// Emerald eyes slid slut as Schuldich luxuriated in the tight heat wrapped completely around him, burying himself deep within in a single thrust. As he pushed past the tight ring of muscle he arched his back and just cried out loud, fighting for control to not lose it right there and spill every drop of his lust into the warm cavity he was currently thrusting without mercy into.

Blood appeared in Aya's mouth as he bit harder on his lip, piercing through the tender underside of his lip in his mouth. His eyes stayed shut, knowing that the bile he felt rising in his throat at this humiliation would come to full vomit if he saw Schuldich's sneering face right now. "I'm... your first... rape..." he spoke quietly even as he felt he may pass out from the pain ripping through him. He couldn't do that... not that he was able to resist much now but then Schuldich would be free to do whatever he liked with him and he would have no idea what abuse was issued upon his body. But at least he wouldn't have to see it done to him. Or know about it. But Schuldich would surely send him mental images later, much worse than what he had actually done to him, or the exact replay. He would not be able to tell the difference. "I'm so... fucking flattered."

It was repetitive thoughts like this that he repeated over and over, blabbering almost incoherently in his mind to keep his mind somewhat off the pain. He also scolded himself over and over for feeling the pain, feeling the shame and the other emotions that only added to the hurt pouring through him like liquid fire. He was a fucking assassin he had been shot, kicked in the face, had whips wrapped about his neck, decked by teammates, wounded in training sessions... but all of that felt like a papercut compared to the feeling of nearly being ripped apart that was coursing through him. With every deep thrust he could feel his tender insides tear a bit more, not needing to look to know that there were droplets of blood on the sheets under his thighs. He felt the wetness on his inner leg, blood mixed with the pre-ejaculatory fluid flowing down Schuldich's arousal.

At his words Schuldich paused in his pounding thrusts, giving Aya a short break to draw in a breath, trying to have the cool air fill his lungs and take away the pain. A hard balled up fist swinging down across his cheek took him by utter surprise, his head twisting to the side as he just bit harder on his lip to keep from crying out from the flash of pain. For a moment it took away from the agony he felt below the belt but then Schuldich started rocking his hips forward once more in an even quicker tempo than before. His hands curled into fists but he knew he couldn't snap the thick ropes that held him down to the bed, spread out, vulnerable, helpless.

//You foolish little Schlampe(5*), you really weren't expecting this when I took you? It was you or Omi, orchid. Him in my bed as you are now or him dead at Nagi's hands, you really don't know do you? If you would rather this be the youngest innocent member of Weiß, do tell and I'll go switch you two out. He's so tender and small, meine wunderschöne Orchidee, such a sweet smile. Such innocence for an assassin... He's so sweet, ja? Like your sister...//

The man's hand tightened cruelly on Aya's still limp organ, finally making him cry out from his pain. Rolling his head to press into the pillow to not do so again, he felt his tears wet the soft pillowcase. His body went completely still, not responding to the comment about his sister. If he was completely still, it didn't hurt as much. At least that was what he told himself.

* * *

Ken and Youji watched in silence as the med team took Omi into the ambulance and drove him off to MagicBus. They all always went there. It seemed to be the official hospital of Kritiker. The pair walked in silence back to the roadster. It was still deathly silent on the drive back, neither one of them wanting to talk. Youji mildly embarrassed by his display and Ken's nearly disgusted reaction to it. Ken unsure of what to say now that he was alone with Youji and extremely hesitant to bring up what had happened. Both of them seemed to silently agree that saying nothing was the best thing to do.

Several minutes later they stood on opposite ends of the mission room waiting for a call from the hospital stating that Omi was all right to receive visitors. Deciding there was really no reason to be there, neither one of them having the hacking capabilities of Omi, they retreated to their own room. Youji to his own room and Ken to his, only to exit and slip quietly into Aya's room to nap, clutching the redhead's pillow to his chest.

* * *

The cry was all Schuldich needed to push him over the edge towards climax. His hands moved from Aya's hips to rake his manicured nails over his chest, dragging deep enough to have his smooth ivory skin marked with pink lines, blood welling to the surface in some spots, bright red on his skin, the shade of his hair. He leaned down to press a bruising kiss to the bloodied lips, his tongue flicking over his lips to taste the blood. While most may be sickened by the coppery bitter fluid, it only seemed to spur something in him to continue his hard thrusts. If anything it only increased the tempo of his hips, driving the length further into him even more so than he could have thought possible.

Aya tried to fight back with the only thing he had that he could use, his teeth, but the telepath must have read his mind or just grown tired of kissing the unresponsive male. Instead he bit down on his shoulder, seeming to almost lick the blood that appeared on his skin once more. Aya felt the bed rock back and forth with his deep driving into him, the pain ebbing as he drew out only to explode once more as he thrust in again. He just lay there, unable to twist away or pull away, unable to lift a single hand to push him away.

A tiny whimper crossed his lips as he felt the hot liquid spill deep into him, Schuldich only withdrawing after a few more fucks. Aya drew in deep breaths as he finally felt the source of the pain removed the wave of heat scalding every inch of him extinguished.

//For now, orchid. For now. That was nice, incredibly nice.// Grinning broadly, Schuldich leaned forward to lick away the trail of blood on his chin, still leaving a red smear there. He still kneeled over him with Aya's body between his legs, the binded redhead slumping deep into the mattress.

"Are you quite done..." he managed to murmur out, turning his head to spit out the blood and the taste of his own blood. He seriously could not see how Schuldich could lick the ruby life fluid as if it was sugar but he wondered about each and every member of Schwarz. He was really beginning to think that Farfarello was beginning to rub off on them.

A thick and rough laugh filled the stale air as he had that thought. //Farfarello is a psychopath killer. I'm just a sadist. I won't even touch that man's mind. But since you seem to think so highly of him... I could leave you alone with him for a bit. He has had sex a number of times, I believe, but not in that way.// Schuldich continued to grin as he leaned down to flick away the crimson bangs from his eyes. //Let me just say he likes his knives... a lot. And thinks other people should like them as well and introduces them to them--//

"Stop. That's sick."

//--in ways I don't even want to know about.//

"I said stop!" Aya's voice was firm and laced with authority, but where he got the strength he had no idea. All he knew was he had the sudden urge to close his legs and huddle into a ball and never pull out of it.

Pausing in buttoning up his shirt, Schuldich tilted his head at the man. //Fine. I don't much like thinking about it either. Hmm, I don't think I'll tell Farfarello about my new play toy. I think he'd just kill you. He's not into redheads. He likes genki boys most of all.//

"Stay away from Bombay..."

//Ja ja, still thinking of your precious Weiß. They are far away and have no way to find you. But I can so easily find them. And the little Omi... wouldn't you rather have him here rather than you?//

"No."

//Perhaps the brunette then? Siberian is it?//

"Stay the hell away from Ken, Schuldich."

//That all depends on you, orchid. Now. You best stop thinking of them and think instead...// He trailed his fingers over the slender chest before he got up off of him, pulling his pants up and zipping them. //Think instead of how you will next pleasure me, meine Hure. And you best not just lie there like a cold fish next time. I'll find interesting ways of punishment. I always do.//

The man neatened his hair and put it back in a yellow bandana, the red sunglasses sliding on next. The pile of Aya's clothes and weapon were picked up into his arms and tossed out into the hallway, the blade clattering to the floor carelessly. Pulling out a small blade and a tranquilizer from a case he had set on the floor nearby.

//You're a mess, orchid. When you awaken do clean yourself up. I don't like a messy sex slave, even if it's my mess. You have to learn to clean up after yourself and me if I'm going to keep you.// The tranquilizer soon found itself jabbed into his shoulder. Violet eyes glazed with pain merely stared at it, not an ounce of surprise in his hard gaze. The thin blade lashed out to snap the binds on his wrists and ankles and the ropes were removed.

As the tranquilizer flowed through his body into effect, Aya pulled his worn and bloodied limbs up against his chest tightly, staring blankly at the door. A usual light in his eyes had disappeared, the ice that kept him aloof and untouchable hairlining and shattering.

(3*) Wake up, my beautiful orchid
(4*) My whore (feminine form)
(5*) Slut