Title: Cope
Rating: R
Author: vom
*~*~*~*
Aya tumbled out of bed at the sound of his alarm clock, which was beeping much to merrily for his acceptance. He slammed his hand down on it quickly, silencing the Bringer of Hell.
5:00 AM. Waaay to early.
Disreagarding the hour, he quickly dressed and ran a hand through his hair. Anya did some fumbling yoga on his rug, wondering how he could get his leg to bend like it did in the book. Ken had bought him 'How to become a Yoga Master' for his birthday. It had been a big joke when Ran had opened it, everyone teasing about how Aya would never be caught doing yoga if his life depended on it. Yohji demonstrated a few positions for them, some obviously not in the book. The annoying book had been lying untouched at the bottom of his dresser drawer for quicte a few months.
But then, ABC had a nice little presentation about how yoga could increase concentration and stamina. Damn him, but he's sucumbed. Poor Aya had been getting up half an hour earlier to sun-worship. At least he coudln't be discovered; Yohji didn't crack an eye till 12:00. Omi had school to prepare for, and Ken...didn't really bother Aya much.
The redhead took a deep breath, trying to block out all other thoughts while rushing through his poses. Siberian-hunting needed a level mind! Birman hasn't contacted Weiss yet, and that worried Ran. Usually they could find _something_... Maybe Omi....
Aya sprinted out of the door down the hall to Omi's room, bursting in. Omi was framed in the computer screen, it flashing various updates every so often.
"Omi." Aya's voice reang out in the seemingly empty room.
The smallest member of Weiss jumped in his chair and quickly turned around to face Aya, rubbing his eyes wearily. "What time is it?" Omi asked, yawning widely.
"5:30."
"Oh."
"Have you found anything?"
"...no, I'm sorry."
"Don't be..."
Omi yawned again, the circles in his eyes becoming more prominent. Aya frowned a bit.
"You need to sleep."
"I do not! I haven't found anything in the Swartz connection about a kidnapping or Ken!"
"Go to sleep. Now." Aya pointed at the door to Omi's bedroom door, almost growling. Omi's frame shuddered as he stood up, but walked machine-like to his bedroom. Ran shutdown the computer, putting his head in his hands.
Still fucking nothing...
Aya knew if Omi hadn't found anything, it was unlikely that he would find anything either. He silently padded out of Omi's room, not even leaving an imprint of his feet behind.
*~*~*
Brad reached for a crispt white shirt, hastily buttoning it. Crawford tried to avoid looking at the body curled up defensivly on his bed, but his eyes kept resting on the *boys* body then guiltily flicking around the room. After dressing, he walked carefully over to the other side of his bed.
At least they hadn't awakened in an awkward position. Like the smaller brunette curled around Brad's bosy, Ken's head touching the Swartz leaders chin-
Brad shivered. He really needed a good fuck. *Note to self: Visit Schuldich's room later.* Crawford ran his hand through Ken's hair, a sharp intake of breath when he felt something warm and sticky on the back on his hand. Blood. He carefully peeled Ken's head off the pillow sheet. The sheet was ruined, a huge stain where Ken's head had been.
Brad sighed, knowing it was his fault for not checking the bandages. He lifted Ken's body into the air, not liking how much the other boy weighed.
Of course, the movement awoke the sleeping boy - only a boy becasue Brad couldn't bring himself to call him a man, all curled up, his body lithe and toned....to innocent, even after Schuldich's brand of torture.
Ken's hand curled up onto Brad's shirt, and the brunette slowly opened his eyes.
"What time is it?"
*~*~*
Schuldich pawed at his covers like a kitten, testing them with his hands. He uncurled slowly, letting go of Nagi. He got up from the *kid's* bed, drawn to the kitchen by the smell of coffee. Something dark, but with a playful hint of cinnomin. Brad awakens!
THe redhead walked silently into the room, fixing his eyes on his target -Crawford- and waited for the moment to punce. Schuldich metally circled his prey, and suddenly wrapped his arms around the other assasin.
"Surprised?" Schuldich purred into Brads ear, his eyes glimmering at the thought of Brad surprised.
"No."
Schuldich snorted into Brads hair, but didn't remove his hands from the front of Brad's shirt. They were idly playing with the other man's zipper, and naughtily ran up the other's front and across his nipples. The redhead twisted hard, earning a gasp from Brad as his reward.
Schuldich went up farther, reaching for the button, but stopped when he came across a wet spot on Brad's shirt. He frowned and quickly turned the black haired man around, registering hte blood on the otherwise white shirt. Schuldich thought through diffrent scenarios, coming to the conclusion amazingly fast.
"Bad little Crawford! If you play with a toy to hard it might break!" Brad roughly pushed the man away.
"You have to return him."
Schuldichs smile gre wider.
"I don't have the reciept."
"Schuldich..." he trailed off. "Today."
The red-head frowned again. "Why?"
"I had a vision."
"You and your fucking visions!" Schuldich spat out, banging a frying pan onto a heater.
"Today."
Brad picked up his coffee and walked out of the room.
*~*
A/N: Sry, I've been realy busy and I couldn't write. I'll notify everyone of this new chapter in an e-mail when I return from spring break.
Rating: R
Author: vom
*~*~*~*
Aya tumbled out of bed at the sound of his alarm clock, which was beeping much to merrily for his acceptance. He slammed his hand down on it quickly, silencing the Bringer of Hell.
5:00 AM. Waaay to early.
Disreagarding the hour, he quickly dressed and ran a hand through his hair. Anya did some fumbling yoga on his rug, wondering how he could get his leg to bend like it did in the book. Ken had bought him 'How to become a Yoga Master' for his birthday. It had been a big joke when Ran had opened it, everyone teasing about how Aya would never be caught doing yoga if his life depended on it. Yohji demonstrated a few positions for them, some obviously not in the book. The annoying book had been lying untouched at the bottom of his dresser drawer for quicte a few months.
But then, ABC had a nice little presentation about how yoga could increase concentration and stamina. Damn him, but he's sucumbed. Poor Aya had been getting up half an hour earlier to sun-worship. At least he coudln't be discovered; Yohji didn't crack an eye till 12:00. Omi had school to prepare for, and Ken...didn't really bother Aya much.
The redhead took a deep breath, trying to block out all other thoughts while rushing through his poses. Siberian-hunting needed a level mind! Birman hasn't contacted Weiss yet, and that worried Ran. Usually they could find _something_... Maybe Omi....
Aya sprinted out of the door down the hall to Omi's room, bursting in. Omi was framed in the computer screen, it flashing various updates every so often.
"Omi." Aya's voice reang out in the seemingly empty room.
The smallest member of Weiss jumped in his chair and quickly turned around to face Aya, rubbing his eyes wearily. "What time is it?" Omi asked, yawning widely.
"5:30."
"Oh."
"Have you found anything?"
"...no, I'm sorry."
"Don't be..."
Omi yawned again, the circles in his eyes becoming more prominent. Aya frowned a bit.
"You need to sleep."
"I do not! I haven't found anything in the Swartz connection about a kidnapping or Ken!"
"Go to sleep. Now." Aya pointed at the door to Omi's bedroom door, almost growling. Omi's frame shuddered as he stood up, but walked machine-like to his bedroom. Ran shutdown the computer, putting his head in his hands.
Still fucking nothing...
Aya knew if Omi hadn't found anything, it was unlikely that he would find anything either. He silently padded out of Omi's room, not even leaving an imprint of his feet behind.
*~*~*
Brad reached for a crispt white shirt, hastily buttoning it. Crawford tried to avoid looking at the body curled up defensivly on his bed, but his eyes kept resting on the *boys* body then guiltily flicking around the room. After dressing, he walked carefully over to the other side of his bed.
At least they hadn't awakened in an awkward position. Like the smaller brunette curled around Brad's bosy, Ken's head touching the Swartz leaders chin-
Brad shivered. He really needed a good fuck. *Note to self: Visit Schuldich's room later.* Crawford ran his hand through Ken's hair, a sharp intake of breath when he felt something warm and sticky on the back on his hand. Blood. He carefully peeled Ken's head off the pillow sheet. The sheet was ruined, a huge stain where Ken's head had been.
Brad sighed, knowing it was his fault for not checking the bandages. He lifted Ken's body into the air, not liking how much the other boy weighed.
Of course, the movement awoke the sleeping boy - only a boy becasue Brad couldn't bring himself to call him a man, all curled up, his body lithe and toned....to innocent, even after Schuldich's brand of torture.
Ken's hand curled up onto Brad's shirt, and the brunette slowly opened his eyes.
"What time is it?"
*~*~*
Schuldich pawed at his covers like a kitten, testing them with his hands. He uncurled slowly, letting go of Nagi. He got up from the *kid's* bed, drawn to the kitchen by the smell of coffee. Something dark, but with a playful hint of cinnomin. Brad awakens!
THe redhead walked silently into the room, fixing his eyes on his target -Crawford- and waited for the moment to punce. Schuldich metally circled his prey, and suddenly wrapped his arms around the other assasin.
"Surprised?" Schuldich purred into Brads ear, his eyes glimmering at the thought of Brad surprised.
"No."
Schuldich snorted into Brads hair, but didn't remove his hands from the front of Brad's shirt. They were idly playing with the other man's zipper, and naughtily ran up the other's front and across his nipples. The redhead twisted hard, earning a gasp from Brad as his reward.
Schuldich went up farther, reaching for the button, but stopped when he came across a wet spot on Brad's shirt. He frowned and quickly turned the black haired man around, registering hte blood on the otherwise white shirt. Schuldich thought through diffrent scenarios, coming to the conclusion amazingly fast.
"Bad little Crawford! If you play with a toy to hard it might break!" Brad roughly pushed the man away.
"You have to return him."
Schuldichs smile gre wider.
"I don't have the reciept."
"Schuldich..." he trailed off. "Today."
The red-head frowned again. "Why?"
"I had a vision."
"You and your fucking visions!" Schuldich spat out, banging a frying pan onto a heater.
"Today."
Brad picked up his coffee and walked out of the room.
*~*
A/N: Sry, I've been realy busy and I couldn't write. I'll notify everyone of this new chapter in an e-mail when I return from spring break.
