Sleeping Orchids
Chapter Three : Devil

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The call came to Koneko several hours later, the nurse simply telling the assassin that picked up that the doctor had seen him and assessed his injuries, showing that they were minor and would heal quickly and cleanly if not aggravated. He could see visitors then and was expected to be released the next day if not by the evening.

Omi himself sat up in his hospital bed, sipping on a cup of juice with his eyes turned toward the sky. His upper chest was tightly and neatly bandaged, two cracked and one broken ribs. A light hum was under his breath, the boy the epitome of cheer as always despite his condition. It could have been worse. A lot worse.

Every once in awhile, he glanced to the doorway, awaiting the arrival of Ken and Youji, perhaps bearing news on Aya, or at least having his laptop with them so he could start hacking. Sure he wasn't out of the hospital yet, but his fingers were fine and could readily type as if he were back in the mission room. They had no time to waste.

As if being summoned the two assassins strode into the room. Youji looking rested, Ken looking like hell warmed over. Both of them seemed to carry something. Youji had Omi's laptop and cell phone slung over his shoulder. Ken had a backpack full of the boy's favorite snacks knowing how much the kid hated hospital fare. Youji handed Omi the laptop after carefully setting it up for him and placed it gingerly on his lap. Ken had pulled out the cans of soda, but left the contraband snacks well hidden in the backpack for Omi to reach into or Youji to hand to him.

Youji took a seat at the foot of the bed, sitting on just the edge to not disturb the boy much. Patting the boy's leg gently the blonde playboy gave the youth one of his devastating smiles. "How's everyone's favorite bishonen today? Feeling better I hope. Ready to find out where Aya is before Ken puts a bullet in his head I hope."

"Shove it Kudou."

"Did you pack some Midol in there with Omi's snacks or do I need to ask the nurse to bring you some? You've been acting like a bitch on PMS since you woke up. I guess since you didn't have your nightly dose of Aya's cock you're all whiney now."

"Jealous it's not you fucking me, Kudou?"

"Yes."

Ken simply blinked. "Tell me you're joking."

"... Yes."

"Good." Ignoring the oldest of the four assassins Ken leaned forward in his armchair and looked at Omi. "How you feeling, kiddo? You up for this? Aya needs you. I'd hate to find out what Mastermind is doing to Aya." Ken shuddered as he pictured the look of lust and desire burning in the telepath's eyes every time he looked at and fought against their leader. It was down right frightening. If he did have him, and if he was... Schuldich was as good as dead to Ken.

"Oi you two must decide beforehand on these 'let's make Omi blush competitions'!" The boy squeaked softly, trying to ignore that interaction between the two, his cheeks quickly blooming like a rose at the mention of sex as always. One of these days he was going to lose that cute innocence... but not if his teammates could help it would it be soon. He smiled genuinely at the two, a bit of his pain disappearing at seeing the two alive and well still, Schwarz had not come to take them away as well during the night. More than anything he feared the loss of Weiß, the only family he had now, the family he could be proud of and that accepted him, and already one had been taken away. "So who wins this time?"

An even larger smile curved his lips at seeing the backpack of junk food. Did they know him or did they know him? Reaching for a can of Jolt he poured it into the empty cup which had held the apple juice he'd been drinking. Sapphire eyes met with Youji's emerald and he nodded, trying to ignore the slight pain that crossed over him as he adjusted on the bed to give Youji room. Peeking in the bag, he pointed subtly to a Twinkie, knowing that would make the pain go away. Or so he would say.

"Hai, Youji-kun, I'm feeling better. I'll be fine. Aya-kun needs us, that's all that matters. Ken-kun. I'll find him. I won't rest until he's back at Koneko where he belongs, away from Scwharz. Back with us. Back with... you." Cracking his knuckles to get started after taking another sip of Jolt and then his slim fingers were flying over the keys to try to find their missing leader.

* * *

"Well where the hell is he!" The sound of another slap sounded through the space room, a red mark appearing on Nagi's smooth cheek, his head turned to the side.

"I have told you time and again, Crawford. I do not know." Nagi took in a deep breath, trying to ignore the stinging on his face from the hard slap. Being backhanded by an ex-boxer was not a fun thing. The telekinetic kept expecting himself to have a cracked cheekbone. He could set it himself but it would hurt like a bitch.

"Hey diddle, diddle
"The Weiß and the Schwarz
"The Balinese dropped the pen
"The little Farfarello laughed
"To see such sport
"And the telepath ran away with the katana man!"

Giggling to himself, a sound that rang through the air a bit too much like his war cry, Farfarello paused in his stabbing of a nursery rhyme book that Schuldich had bought for Nagi, saying he was the baby of Schwarz. He was currently cutting out the pictures of the cutified people depicting the rhymes to make a little collage on the table he was perched on, all their little heads and limbs arranged in... disturbing patterns.

"That does not rhyme, Farfarello," Nagi said faintly, looking over at the madman rocking back and forth and amusing himself with the children's book. It was a nice break from Crawford's drilling on where Schuldich could be. Another slap drew his attention back to the dark haired man towering above him.

"God likes children. Children like nursery rhymes. Nursery rhymes... rhyme."

"I see."

"Naoe, I am talking to you. Ignore Farfarello's insane babbling." Crawford's large hand reached out to shake the boy, pulling his dark blue gaze back to his furiously glinting eyes. It was seldom that Crawford lost his cool, but when his own telepath stole away the leader of Weiß for his own purposes, leaving no traces of him whatsoever, it was vastly annoying. When he saw Schuldich again, he was going to make Reiji's beating of him with the golf club seem merciful and child's play.

"I do not know where Schuldich and Abyssinian are, Crawford."

"You were the last one with him!"

"And you found out he was not coming to headquarters the same time as I did, Crawford."

The precog seethed and stalked to the door. "Find him."

"You know as well as I do that is Schuldich wants to stay hidden he will stay hidden."

"Nagi I do not repeat myself."

"Understood, Crawford."

The door slammed shut, leaving the two alone once more. Nagi sighed and rubbed his cheek with his hand before sitting down at his computer, the keys being depressed by an invisible hand as he tried to search out where Schuldich could have gone.

"Computers hurt God."

"I know Farfarello." Sighing once more, he glanced over at the psycho happily stabbing once more at the book, the conversation that just went on never once phasing him. "I think right now we need to be more focused on Crawford hurting us."

Farfarello blinked at the boy dumbly, 'hurt' not registering with him when it came to himself. "Hurting me would hurt God."

"... hurting me would hurt me Farfarello."

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"I have faith in you, Omi." Ken smiled at the boy and leaned back in the chair. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes. In a matter of minutes he fell asleep. He was exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. The past 36 hours had been hell on the boy. The mission, his fight over the mics with Aya, thinking Aya was dead and now realizing that Schuldich had him. On top of everything Youji was acting like a freak and giving off weird vibes. He just needed a nap. A nap and he'd feel more himself and less PMSy. God willing.

"You know. I think that's the first bit of shuteye he's gotten since the night before we left for this mission. This thing has got him bent out of shape. I really honestly don't know if there's anything going on between those two. I just wish there wasn't." Youji sighed and turned his attention back to Omi. "You need anything? Something non-sugar like McDonald's, BK, Taco Bell? There's only so much sugar a man can take before it makes ya sick. I know you'd neeever eat something sensible though."

* * *

The missing member of Schwarz was strolling down the hallway towards the room he had Aya locked in, a confident smirk on his lips. As he neared the room he reached out with his telepathy to glide along Aya's mind, trying to see what he was doing, not wanting the man flying at him in attack the second he walked through the door. But his mind was still groggy and blurred from a combination of the pain, the tranquilizer, and the dreamless sleep he'd fallen into.

Pulling out a key from his pocket, he opened the door and just stared in. His head shook lightly and he pushed a strand of hair back behind his ear, seeing Aya exactly how he'd left him, curled into a tight ball on the filthy bed, his own blood and sweat on his body.

Emerald eyes glanced over the man, looking over his pure white skin, even paler with the treatment and traces of fear. Schuldich smiled as he picked them up, licking his lips as he stepped further into the room. Torture was one thing. They could beat and insult the man for weeks in interrogation and he would never break or falter, never betraying his precious morals or Weiß. But rape him, utterly defile him, cross a sacred line with him and violate him, and he snapped like a twig. He grinned widely as he merely stared at him lying on the bed, a look of tortured peace on the man's face as he stayed in slumber, his only break from the nightmare he'd found himself in.

Soon... he would be fully his. Weiß wouldn't come. They had no way of finding him. The only person Aya would have to care for him would be Schuldich. He moved over to sit on the bed, content for now to just stare at the man. He was like a waking, breathing wet dream, his skin pure and shining, an ethereal glow like an untouchable angel. Even though he was a ruthless killer, he had an innocence and purity about him to rival the youngest of Weiß. All of the white assassins had it, in their own ways. It was harder to see, better masked, but there were glances and glimpses, especially now while he slept like a child, curled up tight.

An innocence and purity that he had all the time in the world to ruin.

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"Sugar is an absolute necessity, Youji-kun. The hospital made me eat some... something earlier that was definitely not made with a single grain of sugar. Besides... you just got here. I... don't want you to leave so soon ne? We don't know what Schwarz is after." His nose scrunched lightly before Omi smiled faintly at the oldest of Weiß, taking a break from his typing to look over at the slumbering brunette. "We're all worried about Aya-kun... he's just always been more open with his emotions and worries when it comes to us, you know that!" His eyes turned back to the laptop screen, typing furiously to first pull up the tracer that all of Weiß had on them in cases like this. He nibbled his lip as the window he'd pulled up started flashing, showing that the tracker had been found. Maximizing it, he laid over the flashing icon a map of the city, a little red x over the factory they'd been at yesterday.

"Damn. He must have tossed the tracker from Aya-kun's pocket while driving. Where this is showing me as his false location--" he pointed at the map, zooming in onto it, "--is just somewhere on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Far from the mission site. Demo... perhaps now I know which direction he went..." Rubbing the back of his neck, he sat back and stared at the laptop's keyboard, pondering deeply. "Hm? Why do you... wish that, Youji-kun?"

"No reason really. Just Ken's a good person. Too sweet for the shit he goes through and puts up with. He's got a good heart that's being trampled on by someone who doesn't even know he's doing it. Just sucks... for him." The lanky male sprawled out lightly along the foot of the bed, staying on his elbows and mindful of Omi's condition. He sighed as he looked over at the slumbering brunette, so sweet and innocent in sleep. It was so endearing the way his bangs fell to the side and caressed his faintly pink cheeks, the way his lower lip seemed to pout in his sleep. Former thumb sucker he would wager. Damn it.

Youji glanced back at Omi. "How long you think it's gonna take before you find something we can use?"

"We're all good people Youji-kun..." Omi blinked up at him but nodded, his eyes falling on the male who was like an older brother to him. He just hoped that he would be all right. Soon. Overriding the pain in his body ws the boy's worry for his teammates. "How about you, Youji-kun? How are you faring with all of this? You always look out for us, just differently than Aya-kun does."

Opening up the backpack again, he dug around for a cinnamon and honey Graham cracker, trying to appease the jade irised man since he knew he wanted him to eat something other than the Twinkies and Hostess cupcakes he was currently consuming. The Jolt cola he kept, the caffeine that he was used to making his headache feel a bit better.

"Soon..." He raised his finger to scratch his nose. "Just running through ideas of how to find him. Schuldich seems to have covered his tracks relatively well. Do you think he would take him to a safe house SZ owns or just some motel?" He sighed and brushed away a soft strand of hair from his eyes, pulling up a list of safe houses and their locations he had been able to pull from SZ's network over a long period of time and careful hacking. "What do you... think Schwarz is doing to him, Youji-kun? Did the telepath bring him back to Crawford for interrogation?"

"Schuldich seemed to be acting alone. I assume he left you by the tree. It was only Crawford, Nagi and Farf who left. I'd rule out SZ safe houses. Crawford would find him and I don't think Schuldich wanted to pump him for information like Crawford would have. I think that man had a different kind of pumping in mind." Noting the slightly confused expression on Omi's face, Youji decided to just come out with what both he and Ken believed. "Rape. Ken and I both think Schuldich is trying to break Aya by raping him... repeatedly. So you can imagine why we want you to hurry kid. The longer he's there the more damage that man is doing to Aya."

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Aya slowly pulled out of slumber to the feeling of his body being turned, his limbs roughly being pulled from where they were curled to his chest out onto the bed. He felt a sickenly familiar weight press down, his body flat on the mattress stomach down. "Schuldich... Stop." He bit his lip to keep from retching at the feel of the man's hands gliding down his body, touching him everywhere and anywhere despite his repeated protests to stop.

Schuldich's grin stayed permanently on his lips as he rubbed his pulsing erection between his curved buttocks. //You didn't enjoy it the other way, so I thought I would try it this way. It'll be all right, Liebechen. You don't have to watch me this way. You kept closing your eyes last time. Eventually you'll get used to this, orchid. You really have no choice.// In a quick motion while Aya tried to wiggle away from him, he slapped a pair of handcuffs on the man's wrists, chaining him to the bed once more.

//Tell me, what do you like more, ropes or handcuffs? Ropes tend to cut into the skin, especially when you struggle a lot.// Continuing to rub suggestively against him, mimicking the actions he should soon pay to the tender flesh near, he leaned up to lick along the marks on his wrists, still sore from his struggles earlier. //But handcuffs if too tight...// A metallic sound echoed through the room as the metal circles snapped tighter about his wrists, cutting into his already abused flesh if he moved them an inch. //...they tend to dig in even more so.//

More blood filled Aya's mouth as he bit his teeth into his tongue, refusing to cry out at the pain in his limbs. His face pressed deeper into the pillow as he felt Schuldich lift up for a moment from his backside only to reposition himself to enter just as brutally as before.

"Fuck you..." his tone was whispered and hoarse, but edged in ice at Schuldich's repeated forced couplings. He lay there squirming and listening to the sounds of Schuldich's moans, trying desperately to put it all on ignore. The sound of his voice, the pain ripping through him, the acrid stench of the room and the bed he was shoved harder and harder into. Images flashed through his mind, his parents, his sister, Weiß, Ken... Ken...

//Oh I intend to. Thoroughly and repeatedly. How can I not? Look at you, you're utter fucking perfection.//

"Perfection is impossible to achieve..." he croaked out, shaking his head to get the images that were helping to take away the pain back. But Schuldich had seen them and was replacing them with varied images of the pair, the screwing being just as forceful but Aya screaming for more and enjoying every second of it. "And is not for... humans to touch."

//Didn't I tell you? I'm the devil himself.//

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He felt the sudden need to throw up. Or faint. Omi's face grew pale but he did neither, just nodded slightly and turned back to look at his computer. "Aya-kun..." he merely whispered under his breath, barely audible over the sound of him typing once more. He couldn't worry about himself now, he had to find their red haired teammate. Trying to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, he glanced over at Youji and then back to his computer. His fingers flew, trying to get a fix on the tracker to see how long it had been in that particular place stationary also while zooming the map out and getting a reading on all the buildings in that nearby area.

"He has had him for awhile now... will he... be all right, Youji-kun? Will Ken-kun be ok?"

"Aya's made of strong stuff, but he's still a man and he's being held by the prince of darkness himself. I'd love nothing more than to give you assurances that he'll be okay, but I can't, bishonen. As for Ken... I want to say yes, but I really don't know. Too many factors really. Unfortunately they all depend on how dead or alive Aya is." With a heavy sigh Youji sat up and eyed Ken.

Heartbreakingly lovely. Pushing his shades up to his head, the tall male stood and walked to the closet and pulled a blanket down. It was opened carefully and soon placed over Ken's body. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as Ken curled up with the blanket murmuring softly in his sleep. Omi was innocence personified. Ken was sweetness. How Aya managed to capture it was a mystery he desperately wanted to crack, but even his tightly honed detective skills would never solve the riddle of Ken's heart.

* * *

"You're hardly the devil, Schuldich," Aya hissed as he arched forward into the mattress, trying to get away from the biting pain of the man's nails running down his back to put pink trails on his back to match his front. "You're just a man who will be very dead very soon."

//Do you know what my name means, orchid? My name means guilty. I am guilty of all crimes imaginable and unpunished of just as many.// Smiling darkly at the man's sudden anger, he leaned down to bite the tender flesh on the nape of his neck but cursed softly when Aya only tensed up from the pain, his muscles clenching down almost to the point of his own pain as he continued to thrust deep into him. //They would first have to find me first to do anything. Unlike Weiß, Schwarz can kill at far range. Maybe you would like an example?//

Aya gasped softly, pulling out of his images of his frequent bed partner, chilled to the bone by Schuldich's mental tone. "No..."

//You keep trying to take your mind away from what we're doing, orchid. That upsets me. I'm a telepath, meine Hure, you cannot shield your thoughts from me easily. You are too open, far too open.// Dragging his tongue down the man's spine along with nibbles, he hummed a song lightly under his breath and continued to yank on Aya's hips to drive deeper, rolling in a circular motion to hit the spot deep inside of him.

The redhead tensed once more at the hard penetration, just holding himself still once more, his only movements being to try to pull himself away as Schuldich pulled him down. The handcuffs bit harder into his wrists, causing a slow trickle of blood down each forearm, but he ignored it. At least it was a bit of pain other than the hard fucking that his body kept threatening to pass out from.

"If it upsets you let me the fuck go, Schuldich. I'll never enjoy this, never enjoy you."

//Why not.//

"I'm not fucking attracted to you, Schuldich! How difficult is that for you to understand?"

//I could make you be, orchid. I could control you and make you do as I wish, make you my willing little fuck day in and day out.//

Aya's head turned to the side, looking at the man who his hatred for was rivaling that for Takatori Reiji. "Liar and you know it. You can't make me want something that is not in my nature to. You're the enemies, Schwarz, always will be."

//Ah right and you are not attracted to enemies. Just that... little Siberian of yours.// A low chuckle passed over Schuldich's lips, Aya's anger only inflaming his passion like nothing else. As Aya tried to scoot away he laced a hand into his hair and yanked up, arching his back to a painful angle and driving him deeper into him. //You're lovers, if you would call it that. Would you call us lovers, Ran? Aya? It's no different. You slip into his room and have your way with him and slip out once more back to your own. You have no regard for his pleasure, just your own need to get off. What did I tell you once, Aya? We're the same stock... you and I. It's always about you, it's always about me. He thinks you're less than human, people think I'm the devil. We'd be a good combination really.//

Aya jerked back at the hard yank, being forced to his knees or else have nearly every hair ripped cruelly from his head. His hands tightened into fists still chained harshly to the corners of the bed, blood flooding his mouth as he bit down mercilessly on his tongue to keep from crying out, Schuldich never pausing in his grinding and thrusting. His body was bent over Aya's, his lips finding the tender flesh of his earlobe, licking first over the stud part of the gold earring dangling from his ear before tugging the sensitive cartilage between his teeth. //Maybe it's time we draw your old lover into the game to meet your current?//

* * *

"Aya-kun can't break..." Omi said in a tone like their icy stoic leader being broken was the most absurd thing in the world. Youji could have just told him that the moon was made of EzCheez and the seas were Jolt with the way he spoke. Ooo that was an interesting sounding world... absurd but interesting indeed. Blinking at those thoughts, he tried to shake them away. That was absurd. What kind of painkillers did the hospital have him on anyway? Bringing his gaze back to his laptop, he continued tapping away on the keys, trying to find any buildings that would serve well as places to hold their leader to... rape.

"He's what keeps us all together, Youji-kun. And we keep him together. He can't break. Schuldich is just a man. The devil doesn't walk this earth, Youji-kun. He's just one of the bad people." Pausing, he looked over at Ken as well, a tiny smile touching his lips at seeing him in a deep sleep. "He won't break," he said again with renewed determination, turning his attention again to his searching. If Ken needed Aya to be all right, and the longer Aya was with Schuldich the less all right he'd be, Aya would be found. Today. He wouldn't rest until he had at least solid five leads.

The lean male succumbed to the urge to brush that soft brown hair from his eyes. His hand jerked back as Ken stirred, but then slid down his cheek lightly. Just as soft as he'd imagined it would be. Soft as rose petals, and just as sweet, smelling of sandalwood and sawdust and pure masculinity. Nothing feminine about the boy, not like the other three assassins. Ken was all-male, All-American male. And completely untouchable. He sighed softly as he gazed at the boy. "I hope you're right, Omi. For his sake and ours."

"Ara..." Omi raised an eyebrow at Youji's actions to the slumbering Ken, catching the look in his eye but he just shook it off. He must be imagining it. He was just worried about the former J-leaguer. Damn painkillers... Ken was with Aya and whether Ken would be all right depended on if Aya was all right and he could swear that Youji was looking at Ken with the same adoration and tenderness he had once seen in Ouka's eyes. The same tender look Aya gave Ken when he thought no one was looking, but Omi always noticed the interactions between his team. Or thought he had. None of it had made sense until today and it still didn't make sense.

At the thought of Ouka he shuddered, remembering Schuldich and Farfarello killing her for no reason. Shifting his wandering mind to the laptop again, he tried to focus on what he was needed to do. This was going to take a long time, time Aya didn't have. "Mou, it's like finding a needle in a haystack..." he muttered, rubbing his temples before taking another bite of the sweet Graham cracker, being careful to not drop crumbs onto the laptop keyboard.

* * *

"Leave Siberian out of this, Schuldich..." Aya pulled his head away from Schuldich's biting kiss to his ear. He couldn't resist the rape being tied down, but he could at least continue to attempt to pull away from any kisses. Deny Schuldich that small pleasure. As long as he could keep resisting... he could keep drawing away from the pain. It was what he had taught himself for so long, 'no emotion'. Cut off the pain, cut off the feeling. But it was so damn hard...

//Tell you what, meine wunderschöne Orchidee.// Schuldich paused in his thrusts and actually pulled out of the tight entrance, staying behind Aya and rubbing it slowly up and down. //Actually enjoy this. Or fucking try to enjoy this and I won't touch your dear teammates' minds. I can be so tender, orchid...// A soft kiss was placed to the back of the redhead's neck, the wet tip of Schuldich's tongue smoothing over the aching bite mark from earlier. //Or, I can be rough.//

He grinned as Aya yelped quietly as he abruptly bit down on the already sore and broken flesh. //So what's it going to be, orchid? Again the choice is yours. You stop fighting me and let yourself enjoy the pleasure that this act brings or... I tap into your Ken's mind and send him very explicit images of you enjoying this anyway.//

"Sounds like a lose/lose situation for me..." Aya muttered under his breath, his body loosening and relaxing a tiny bit as the hard erection finally vacated his tender cavity, but he knew it wasn't for long. His entire body already felt sore from the little sessions with Schuldich and this was only the second time he'd visited the room. How much longer could this go on? He sighed faintly and spit more blood from his mouth, the delicate tissue of his mouth chewed from when he bit into his tongue and inner cheek and inner lip to force out the pain he felt below.

But his pain he could handle, for a bit more. What was intolerable was the thought of Ken being subjected to false images of himself with Schuldich, enjoying it and just begging for more. The entire time the man had done this he had not aroused Aya at all, the man too overcome with shame and sheer pain to achieve an erection or even have a single desirable thought. He hated Schuldich with a passion that throbbed through his veins like fire but chilled his hormones like ice. He was amazed Schu wasn't getting frostbite from fucking him.

But Ken... he let out a tiny gasp of displeasure, both at the thought of the male having to deal with that and from Schuldich continuing his slow rubbings against his soft flesh and broken body, his lean arm wrapped about his waist and fingers stroking gently on his limp organ. Had it been anyone else... especially one brunette with blue eyes... he perhaps would have achieved a full aching arousal long ago, like the second anyone-but-Schuldich walked through the door.

But it wasn't Ken. It was Schuldich, the man who enjoyed Weiß's pain like some did a delectable dessert. He fed on it. This little kidnapping and rape fest must like Thanksgiving dinner to him.

//I'm waiting for an answer, orchid. Think he'll like this one?// He leaned his head back down to lick along his ear, his length still pressed close between his cheeks, thin trails of pearly liquid coating over his pale skin. After the mental message came through, in his mind flashed a picture of the pair of them as they were only with penetration once more, Aya leaned over the bed and crying out the German's name in pure ecstasy.

"Yes... Schuldich."

He blinked at that. Damn and here he'd thought he'd met a weak point with Aya. //You think he'll like that one? I sure as hell do. Let me start searching out his mind, it'll only take a minute. Figures that you would be your usual selfish bastard self, letting me torment your lover and teammate while you go on suffering in damned silence. You sure you didn't want me to take Omi instead? Maybe I could touch on his mind and let him feel what you're feeling. Hmhmhm.//

He seethed quietly and pressed back against Schuldich's lower body, his head falling to stare at the bed, crimson bangs falling over his eyes as he did so. "Not what I meant, Schuldich. Leave them both the fuck alone -- leave them all three alone -- and you... can have me. Willingly."

//I knew you would see it my way. Most do. In time.// The handcuffs were removed and dropped to the floor, the key landing beside them with a quiet clatter. The telepath moved back and took Aya up in his arms, placing soft kisses along his jaw line and neck, telling him telepathically that this time he could decide the position, he would be able to set the pace and tempo of the sex.

The redhead let his head tip back as Schuldich ran his mouth down his neck, lighting soft soothing kisses along the tendons and chords of the pale column. His eyes slid shut before he pulled away from the circle of his arms, moving to lie back down on his stomach, his head tilted with his cheek resting on the pillow, eyes never opening as he felt Schuldich position himself behind him once more. He tensed lightly but kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the man. Though he had said he could it was still rape in his eyes since he was forced into it. If he could be anywhere but here, no matter where it was, he would quickly be away.

He let out an audible groan as he felt Schuldich slide into him, masking his still present pain as pleasure in tones. The telepath must have bought it or not given a damn because he kept on stroking, his touches tender to the male, his fingers soothing over the bruises and marks on the man's magnolia white skin. Aya continued moaning softly but called out or whispered no names, knowing if he did he would call the man the wrong name.

There was a reason he had chosen to lie face down and kept his eyes closed tightly, not wanting to see the man raping him even if it was a gentle rape. If he couldn't see him and his vision wasn't seeing the surroundings, it was easier to let his mind wander out to more familiar settings for comfort. Things he would have right now if he could. In his mind it was Ken touching him softly, Ken who was making love to him, Ken being the first and only to penetrate him so privately and intimately. Every whisper of telepathy was Ken's smooth voice speaking to him, asking if he was all right or just whispering his name. Aya... Aya... aishiteru, Aya...

His fantasy was so real to him that his soft faked whispers of pleasure became real, his body rocking back to meet the slow sweet thrusts as he imagined Ken would touch him if he ever let him be the dominator. Even as his mind imagined it was his Weiß lover and almost believed it, his body knew it wasn't. One of his hands stayed under him while the other gripped the bars of the headboard, pulling up and down slowly to use his whole body to meet the gentle thrusts. His hand was wrapped about the base of his male organ, squeezing tightly around it in the ring of his fingers unconsciously, almost to the point of pain, every time he felt his blood run hot and the length stiffen. The mild arousal would fade, the redhead not wanting to give Schuldich the satisfaction of having affected him in any way no matter the circumstances.

He felt Schuldich press closer against him, pushing him down into the mattress, his lips falling on his shoulder to nibble and suckle on the smooth marred skin. He shivered and squeezed harder, biting his bloodied and bruised lip after letting out another soft moan. As he felt the warm lean form above him shudder and jerk into him harder, a wave of liquid flowing through him to heat him to the core, his lips parted, a single word escaping before he could stop himself.

"... Ken..."

//Freudian slips will be the death of you, orchid.//

Schuldich hissed over their telepathic line before loosing all sweetness and ramming harder into him once more. He'd felt the man's mind wandering and growing fuzzy, but had been so lost in the sensations and the echo of his moans dancing like a melody in his own mind he hadn't noticed the fantasy lover Aya's mind was making him into. Hands that had been touching gently over him now bit his nails into his skin, leaving little half moon imprints of red on the skin he hadn't yet bloodied or hit.

Even as he drove hard into him and snapped the handcuffs on him once more, the Weiß assassin giving him no struggle to do so, he snapped his telepathy out angrily but carefully to find Ken. He found him quickly and easily after searching, finding the male in a slumbering state. Images and words were collected up and easily assembled to be sent out across the lines.

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//Do you consider yourself lovers, Ken... do you think he'll ever love you? Let me give you a bit of a reality check, Kätzchen(6*). I'm only doing this for your own good so a sweet little killer like yourself doesn't go chasing after someone who will only scorn you for your attentions and brush you off once he is finished with you.//

"You... can have me. Willingly."

The images of Aya appeared in Ken's sleeping mind, slowly rocking back and forth into the fire-haired man's erection, his body flushed in desire and pleasure, the moans coming from his bloodied lips matching the passion apparent from every motion of his body. The arm jutting out from under him with his fingers wrapped around his length moved every so often, appearing as if he was manually bringing himself to climax instead of doing the exact opposite. His moans came faster and heavier, in reality his mind losing himself to the illusion of Ken but that wasn't able to be seen from anyone not directly in Aya's mind. As Schuldich tossed back his head in climax, wrapped tightly up in Aya's body and his copper locks falling over his shoulder, his eyes opened slowly with a grin on his full lips.

"Yes... Schuldich."

//Now you know... sorry it had to be like this, Kätzchen, but all is fair in love and war. Find your solace in Youji's bed. God knows he would welcome you and Omi both with open arms. Aya's mine. I know for a fact you never once pleasured him like that.//

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Within the confines of the hospital bed the former soccer player began to thrash in his sleep trying to dispel the image as a mere nightmare and not truth. They couldn't be. No... Not Aya. Never... He couldn't... wouldn't ever with the enemy... never with Schwarz. No...

"...no... No... NO.... NOOOO!!" Ken started murmuring softly the single syllable until he was awake and screaming it out in pained cries of anguish. Hot tears spilled and burned his cheeks like acid. Acid pouring from his shattering heart and soul. He fell from the chair as bile suddenly rose from his stomach to counteract the imaginary acid in his heart. Dropping to his hands and knees he heaved, coughing deeply as torrents of clear fluid and mucus emptied from his stomach. Bile mixed with acid mixed with... denial. He coughed again and again a deep whooping sound. The tears continued to fall as he collapsed into the slick wet pool beneath him. He curled tightly into a ball feeling the icy fingers of betrayal try to find him within them quickly and hastily constructed walls of renunciation. He shook violently as he felt himself splinter in every direction, and as the sobbing consumed him.

Youji stood in mute horror at the sight before him. Never had he seen Ken break like that. That is what he was indeed seeing. Ken's complete and total collapse. He'd felt it in his own heart as he watched Ken in terror. That breaking and shattering of something utterly precious and beautiful. It made him want to cry too, but he didn't. He had to be strong for both Ken and Omi... and Aya. For Ken's sake he'd rescue Aya from Schuldich.

The blonde pulled the call chord for the nurse. Even as he knelt to pull Ken out of his vomit he made arrangements with the nurses to prepare the other bed in the room and to take the boy and bathe him. He also requested that Ken be tranquilized. Watching Ken he knew it hadn't been a nightmare. The reaction had been too violent the rejection of what he believed to be reality too violent. He knew it had to be Schuldich.

Schuldich.

The man was not actually a human. Every human on the planet instinctively developed a natural equilibrium with the surrounding populace but Schuldich did not. He moved to a mind and he demolished and corrupted until every natural barrier was broken. The only way he could survive was to spread to another mind. There was another organism on this planet that followed the same pattern. A virus. Schuldich was a disease, a cancer of this society. He was a plague, and Weiß was the cure.(7*)

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Curled up tightly on the bed, Aya drew in deep breaths between coughing fits, traces of crimson on the bed from the blood he was coughing up. Nearly every single inch of his skin was laced with bruises and cuts and smeared in blood, the numerous freshly inflicted cuts trickling blood onto the filth encrusted sheets.

"I... I told you Schuldich..." he gasped out, pressing his limbs against his chest tightly. His wrists were dreadfully sore and bleeding but his hands were unbruised and still in their white purity, the slender digits only having trickles of blood from his arms and wrists. Why the telepath had not touched his hands he did not know. He didn't pretend to know why he did half the things he did. Violet eyes still holding sharp edged ice stared at the man even as he lay helpless on the bed. Though he was untied he barely had the energy or strength to strike a hit to the man.

After he had moaned out Ken's name Schuldich had gone into a rage, continuing to rape him, tearing his insides while attacking his outer skin as well. Nails, teeth, biting into his skin before striking his hard balled up fists. To his credit Aya hadn't cried out, just tried to take his mind further and further away. In the middle he blacked out only to be brought out of the tiny bit of escape he'd been able to find, Schuldich still abusing him in every way possible even in his unconscious state. He woke up in more pain imaginable and dared not guess what had been done to him in the temporary lapse.

"I told you... that I would not... enjoy you, Schuldich."

A slap was delivered to his cheek before he was shoved back onto his back once more. The hard eyes slid shut as he felt himself sprawled out again but opened them after a moment, only feeling the German sitting atop him, his organ for once not pressed hotly against his hip or tender torn flesh.

//It hardly matters now, orchid,// Schuldich whispered across the mental line still up, a low angry buzz in the back of the redhead's mind. The German leaned down to suck on his bruised split lip, bringing forth a shudder of pain as he bit down none too gently on the torn flesh. //Right now Ken in writhing in pain and denial, thinking you're loving every minute of this...//

Eyes the color of sunsets and sunrises, pale with hurt and shame flew wide at that. He tried to pull his head away from the mockery of a kiss, not caring as he felt Schuldich's teeth tighten to hold him still. Aya continued to pull away until Schuldich finally released and his head fell back onto the pillow. "You said you'd leave Ken out of this if I tried or at least pretended to enjoy it!"

//Would you believe I lied, orchid? Or it kinda slipped my mind?// Giving him a grin, he just stared at his little battered prize. //Mein Gott, even all bloody you're so beautiful, orchid...//

A stain of pale crimson fluid suddenly landed on Schuldich's cheek, Aya's eyes flashing darkly as he turned his head automatically to the side, expecting a strike from spitting on his face. "I'll never be yours, Schuldich. I refuse to belong to anyone so despicable and such a liar. I won't belong to a liar. I'm only here to spare my teammates the same torture you seem to so love dishing out to me. I'm not here for your sake, I'm here for theirs. You wouldn't know a single damn thing about things like loyalty and honor, guilty one."

//Who would want you once I am through with you. And I am not. Not yet.// Wiping the spit from his smooth cheek, he continued to smile before shoving his fingers into the man's mouth and slowly thrusting in and out, his lower body rubbing and rocking, his body mimicking the earlier... attentions.

"OW!" he suddenly cried out, his first vocalized words in the entire time since he'd faced off with Aya. He pulled out his fingers from the other man's mouth, a thin line of blood where he'd bitten him on the knuckles. Emerald eyes flashed dangerously at the man under him but he just stood up again. He was still fighting. How utterly wonderful! God but the man was just as passionate and hard as he'd ever imagined.

//I also don't keep my word to the enemy which you still see me as. Sleep well, orchid.//

Curling back on his side, Aya reached up to wipe away a bit of spit on his bottom lip, frowning and half whimpering when he saw his fingers come away with blood, again and again every time he wiped his lip or any part of his body. Sighing and finally giving up, not having the strength or pain tolerance to move a hand to try to clean himself, he scooted back to press his back to the wall, eyes locked on the bolted door. He felt his eyelids droop shut but the pain was too much to let him fall to slumber and every single sound jarred him awake from the light sleep.

As he felt the low hum leave his pain dulled mind, he let his mind wander, finally closing his eyes. Who would want him as he was now? And Schuldich wasn't even done, hardly so. He almost didn't want Weiß to ever come, not wanting them to see him in this state... He was the cold icy one, the one incapable of such things as trivial as sex. The one who could never be broken. Even with Ken whom he visited almost every night he treated him no different than the others when on mission and in the flower shoppe. Cold, superior, harsh... inhuman. Above them. Not like them. Not one of them.

He had just wanted to spare them any pain... Wanted Omi's life and innocence preserved... Wanted for Youji to just be the lazy one and not have to worry about responsibility, responsibility he was surely feeling with their oh so valiant leader gone... Wanted to be ruined no more in Ken's eyes... It was the only bit of care he knew how to show them...

"What am I..." he whispered, wanting desperately to fall to dreams of Ken but they wouldn't come. Slow tears fell down his cheeks as he slid off to a dreamless sleep, wondering faintly what the next visit from Schuldich would bring. Wondering if it would bring his death.

And if he would welcome it.

(6*) Kitten
(7*) Yeah... that's the Agent Smith speech pretty much to Morpheus in The Matrix. It's a kick ass movie I'll have you know and it FITS! ^_^; Also in the manga Schuldich plays in Aya's dreams so it really fits. (Morpheus, Greek mythology, god of dreams). We don't own The Matrix or WB or Keanu.... Reeves... um... what were we talking about? Oh right. Don't sue us.