Disclaimer: For the seventh time, I don't own any of the character. I'm having fun, leave me alone.
Thanks: To everyone that reviewed and has been reading from the beginning. You're kewl. ^_^
Warnings: There's a bit of a lime pushing lemon scene in this chapter, so I guess that'd make it rated R. ^_~ And of course, there's the usual colorful language we all know and love.
Chapter Seven
Pain. Throbbing pain pounding in his head. What was going on? What the hell had just happened? Constant beeping - the interval of mere seconds. Cell phone? A message perhaps. Movement beside him. The shifting of a mattress not his own. The light sound of breathing. He wasn't alone. What a strange feeling. Flesh, a touch of another so closely beside him. An arm draped over his middle almost protectively, or perhaps possessively would be the better word. A light breath against his neck. Consciousness slowly returned. Gradual steps, painful almost. Darkness. All around him was darkness. How many hours had gone by? And just who was he laying next to--frozen thoughts.
Consciousness hit Aya like a brick wall... or perhaps a speeding truck, rushing at him headlights first, followed by a blaring horn and then, finally, impact. Amethyst eyes snapped open, coming face to face with the mystery person that was draped over him. It hadn't been a dream - it was instead a living nightmare. Schuldich shifted slightly, lids fluttered but did not open. Aya stared in what could've only been disbelief. He only now felt the warmth of the room balanced by the lack of clothing he wore. The sheets - black satin - were draped over his waist, riding dangerously low. But from what he started to remember that had happened, it didn't really matter if he covered up now. A shudder raced down his spine and he tentatively inched away from the sleeping telepath.
It had happened again, the loss of control that led to unanswered questions. The familiarity of all of this startled him. Aya managed to inch out of Schuldich's grasp and crawl out of bed. Shaky as he was, he managed to get away and move to the large window across the room. He knew exactly what he would see but couldn't allow himself to accept that minor fact. The city stretched out before him, the ground far bellow from their high spot. Schwarz headquarters, of course, and once again. Aya felt the growing anxiety and terror seep up within him, although his outward appearance remained the same. His reflection on the glass window seemed distorted, however; stained, guilty and inwardly powerless. How else would he have ended up here once again?
Amethyst eyes were forced shut, hands brought up to his face as if to hide him from the hellish nightmare that had become his life. It was then that all those "missing hours" came rushing back to him.
* flashback*
Lips, so sweet and sinful pressed to his with almost brutal force as he felt himself be slammed back against a wall. Almost there. The jingling of keys, the opening of a door. In he went, to hear the door slam shut behind him. Those lips never left his and he didn't think the hunger could ever be sated.
This was his enemy's bedroom that he had just been led into all so willingly. Why? Ah, fuck the questions! The burning passion within him was stronger than common sense; the throbbing heat in his groin more influential than coherency. Lust. Pure fucking lust dominated his thoughts and mind, blanking him out of everything else he should be thinking of, including getting the hell out of there. Clothes were scattered to the floor as there was no need for them. First his own, a reasonably simple outfit as usual; then followed by Schuldich's stylish wardrobe. The man was sex on two legs, just like… a sharp pain shot up his lip, bringing all of his thoughts back to the matter at hand, which at the moment appeared to be Schuldich's throbbing member.
He heard the German gasp sharply against his lips, soon he found himself being thrown back onto the mattress. Black satin sheets… just like the telepath had said earlier that morning. There was no time for foreplay when pure, almost animalistic passion dominated the moment. Schuldich crawled over him, teasing the head of his arousal with most lips and promptly receiving a satisfying groan in response. Aya was his; completely and utterly. That's when his first (but definitely not last) scream of the day came. He squirmed beneath his enemy and lover's touch as exploring fingers prepared him for what was to come next. His eyes were pressed shut, slender fingers grasping at the sheets beneath him, his breath deep and ragged as groans of pleasure escaped his semi parted lips. So vulnerable.
Schuldich must've decided that he was ready as he paused, much to Aya's dismay that reflected by the way he exhaled with a tiny whine of protest. He heard the German chuckle quietly, that sly grin never leaving his lips as he took the few seconds to coat himself with the lubricant he'd snatched from the nightstand earlier and settled between Aya's creamy white thighs. Jade eyes met amethysts, both pairs shining in lustful anticipation when Schuldich finally buried himself to…
* end of flashback *
"Up already, kitten?" Schuldich's purring voice from behind startled Aya out of his wandering thoughts. Thoughts he knew that the telepath must've been enjoying greatly. He could tell by the amused tone in his husky voice. Unfortunately for Aya, his body had betrayed him once again, reacting rather nicely to the images that were still flashing across his mind. He swallowed dryly and watched the scenery outside, not knowing what to say. Aya felt ashamed; of what he had done, no – of who he had done it with was the correct term.
He couldn't help but shudder as he felt the German's slender, yet finely toned arms wrap around him in an almost torturing form: his fingers sliding over the outlines of Aya's abdomen ever so slowly. Schuldich pressed himself closely to the Weiss assassin, flesh to flesh, toned chest to pallid, unmarred back. His lips found their way to Aya's neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh. That's when Aya winced slightly and right away knew that the German was marking him further. It was a sign of possession. Teeth sunk into his flesh, causing him to let out a small groan. Whether it was of protest of pleasure it couldn't be told. "Don't…" he found himself whispering. It worked only to make Schuldich pause, even if it was to simply whisper into his ear.
"You're mine, Fujimiya Ran. Don't you forget that."
How could one forget something like that?
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The sound of the garage door being lowered alerted the three Weiss members. Omi was sitting in front of his computer, blasting away at electronic zombies, while Ken and Yohji were sprawled out on the couch. All three pairs of eyes turned to the door that led from the garage into the mission room.
Aya looked at them and shut the door behind him. "Nani?" He asked irritably when no one said anything but only looked on as if he had seven heads… or knew something he didn't. He felt himself cringe inwardly but his outward expression was the same as always. That never changed. Yohji, especially looked at him with a strange look in those emerald eyes; a look he couldn't identify but did not bother to analyze just yet. And just why was the fact that he and ken were looking so goddamn comfortable on the couch begin to bother him after only mere seconds?
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Yes, I know I'm an evil son-of-a bitch. ::Grins.:: A little short, but at least it's a quick update. Not as many reviews for the previous chapter. How disappointing. Maybe I'll get some now... even if it's hate mail. ^_^