Author's Notes and Warnings: Hi! My first attempt at WK fanfiction… Please be kind enough to let me know how I'm doing. This story may get a bit confusing since it's FY/WK crossover done in a different way. At least I think it's different since I haven't seen a crossover written quite like this.

The story will be posted in 2 sections of the site. FY POV or parts of the story dealing with FY characters will be posted in the FY section and the WK POV or parts of the story dealing with WK characters will be posted in the Weiss Kreuz section. They may be read independently and you do not need to read from both sections to understand the story. But if you do read from both places, you may have more insights and…well…more stories to read, ne?

Heh, heh, heh, confused yet? Well…there's more… When characters from both anime interact, and they will, that chapter will be posted in both section but POV will changed slightly so I don't break any rules. If you are interested in reading both sections, the story will have same title so it would be easy for you to find. If you leave your email address, I will email you when I update.

I really don't know why I'm doing this to myself but this story is the ultimate challenge…so far. Who knows what wackiness I may dish up next…

Thank you for putting up with this so far, though. *grins* My usual FY readers know my writings and will probably go for this but I'm not sure about WK readers… *crosses fingers* I hope everybody will like the story.

Summary:

Fushigi Yuugi – Tasuki witnessed the murder of a high-ranking government official and Chichiri is assigned to protect him and they must go where no one will find them…a deserted island, no da…

Weiss Kreuz – Ran and Ken are assigned to kill Tasuki. As they hunt for him, they wonder about the validity of the assignment as well as how they really feel about each other.

Contains bad language, sex between men, drugs use (which is bad, very bad!), bishounen(s) abuse and an incredibly sappy ending! The kind that will rot your teeth!

Concerning pairing: Weiss pairing will eventually be Ran/Ken, Youji/ Omi but along the way I'll throw in some Youji/Ran and Ran/Tasuki. *grins evilly*

Fushigi Yuugi pairing will eventually be Chichiri/Tasuki. Heh, heh, heh, but Tas-chan will have lots of romps with various bishounens including Ran, ne? I've also given Tasuki and Chichiri new names: Tryffin and Ceilen.

Concerning lemons: Well, it's a deserted island…4 hot bishounens…hentai little writer…what do YOU think?

Concerning sap: Boy, will there be sap as well as waff, fluff, snuggles…er…and other…things requiring the use of tissues. *whistles innocently*

Concerning Hobbits: Um…gomen, ne? Wrong fandom… *walks away shaking head*

A Fine Line – Chapter one: Too many redheads spoils the kill

By Moonraven

"There is NO way, I'm wearing THAT!" Ken pointed to the nearly non-existent…something he couldn't identify that Youji was holding out in front of him. "No. NO. And NO!" He crossed his arms stubbornly and glared at Ran who leaned nonchalantly against the back wall of the mission briefing room. "Why can't Aya wear it? Why me?" He turned his heated glare on Youji who looked WAY too amused for his own good.

"Are you kidding? Aya wouldn't pass for the uke type even if they were ALL blind!" Youji wiggled the outfit teasingly at Ken.

"NANI!?!" Ken shouted, prompting Omi to cover his ears. "And *I* look like the UKE type?" Ken flew at Youji only to be stopped when a strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly back against a hard lean chest. Ken struggled instinctively against the restraints and found Ran's sandalwood scent filled his nostrils.

"Let me GO, Aya." Ken struggled against his leader as he watched Youji blew him a raspberry. Omi shook his head and rolled his eyes at his co-assassins. They were such babies.

"Anou, Ken-kun. If you really won't do it, that would leave me." He said quietly from his seat on the stairs.

"What? No way! Let Yotan go with Aya and you and I could do parameter watch." Ken managed to break free and frowned at the curious fluttery feelings in the pit of his stomach. He glanced at Ran quickly and found the deep violet eyes regarding him coldly. Ken gulped audibly.

"See? See?" Youji pointed to Ken triumphantly. "Look at him blush! He's perfect I tell you!" He crowed.

Ran narrowed his eye at the tall blond but remained silent. It was Omi who came between Ken and Youji this time. The smaller blond rested his hands on Ken's chest as he pushed the fuming brunette back a few paces.

"Youji-kun is a loudmouth hentai who's too well known in certain circles, Ken-kun." He said as he gave Youji a withering look. "He would be as effective in this role as Aya-kun would be. Which isn't at all." He sighed and shrugged. "We really don't have much time; after tonight, the target will be out of the country. So I guess I would have to do it, huh?" He turned towards Youji leaving Ken to stare open mouth at him.

Youji frowned and put the offending outfit behind his back. "No way, Omi." He said firmly before looking darkly at Ken. "You really are going to let the kid do this, Ken?" His voice held a hard edge to it.

"N...NO! Of course not." Ken sighed and reached out to grabbed Omi's arm. "I'll do it." He said resignedly.

"But you don't want to." Omi said unhappily.

"I don't want to do a lot of things, Omi, but I'm doing them." He ruffled Omi's hair playfully. "You know me, I like to give Youji a hard time. I'm gonna do it, okay?"

"But…"

"No buts!" Youji cut in firmly. "You're too young for this Chibi!" He frowned at Ken and handed the outfit to the brunette before Ken could change his mind.

Ken snatched the 'outfit' from Youji and glared at him. Why did HE always get roles that sucked?

Omi turned an irritated frown at Youji. "Define 'young'." He said slowly.

Youji waved his hands airily and shrugged. He knew what was eating Omi; they'd had this conversation before. The younger blond didn't like to be reminded that he was the youngest and the older blond didn't like him in dangerous missions involving sex feigns. "Being in the early part of life, growth. Inexperienced; not mature; raw; fresh…" Youji trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at the youngest member of their group. "Take your pick, Omitchi. You're NOT going."

"That's really funny, Youji." Omi said as he faced the man, addressing him as an equal. "As I recall it, being young is exactly what draws Shitahara. He only targeted young men. I would be perfect for this role."

Ken cleared his throat and stepped between the two. "Hey! Since when did I become old?" He asked with mock indignation. "Youji, lay off Omi! We don't have that much time people, let's not bicker, okay?" He turned and gave Omi a smile. "Ne, Omi. He just doesn't want anyone else ogling your cute little ass, so cut him some slack, okay?" With the last comment, Ken laughed and sprinted out the briefing room.

"NANI!?! I do NOT ogle little kids, you asshole!" Youji yelled and scrambled after the brunette.

"Stop calling me a kid!" Omi yelled after the taller blond and started to follow the other two when he realized exactly what Ken had said. He slapped a hand to his mouth, as he blushed deep red. "Matte, Ken-kun! That's not funny!" He then ran out toward the general direction of the commotion upstairs.

Ran snorted in disgust and shook his head. This was going to be one of THOSE missions where he was the only sane person operating.

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"Stop that!" Cold, hard tone admonished.

"I'm cold!" Ken whined and wrapped his toned arms around his semi-bare torso. They were standing in line to get into the 'Rabid' nightclub where the target was to be. Ken shivered and glared at Ran who was sporting a long black leather coat. "Why the hell do you get the coat when you have a shirt on?" Ken growled.

Ran turned cool violet eyes towards the shivering Ken and looked the brunette up and down slowly. Ken blushed at the scrutiny and tried to hide behind his arms as much as possible. Aside from the skintight red leather pants, Ken only had on a black leather collar and black wrist cuffs, which hid wires identical to what Youji normally used. Attached to the collar was a 3-inch wide leather strap that ran down Ken's chest and wrapped snugly around his waist. It had taken the other three assassins all of two hours to convince Ken to wear it. Once again, it was Omi's fate as bait that finally had Ken grudgingly strap on the harness.

"I don't have a shirt on." Ran said in a matter of fact tone, as he looked impassively at Ken.

Ken rolled his eye. True it was a red leather vest but that was more than what HE was wearing! They had dressed to match. Black and red leather, only Ran had much more leather than Ken did. Glancing around at the people in line with them, Ken noted that he was hardy the only one in that particular state of undress. There were quite a few that practically wore nothing at all. One thing stood out more than the rest; every pair consisted of one person with a restraint of some kind. Ken rubbed his hands over his arms vigorously to keep them warm and made a face at Ran. This was one fucked up place.

"It isn't becoming." He said sternly as he gave the younger man a quick once-over before turning his attention back to the entrance of the club.

"You're damn right it isn't!" Ken hissed. "I TOLD you this outfit was stupid!"

"I meant your shivering."

"Oh." Ken thought for a minute. "Hey! Fuck you, Ay…"

The rest of Ken's sentence was cut short when Ran gripped the brunette around the waist and pulled the smaller man against him. "You're supposed to be my lover. Stop hissing at me." Ran whispered into his ear and Ken shivered violently though not entirely from the cold.

"Th…then give me your coat." Ken said stubbornly eventhough he could feel the fight leaving him as soon as Ran's arm made contact.

"No." Ran said quietly as he made it appeared like he was nuzzling Ken. "You're going to show off that incredible body to entice Shitahara, remember?"

'Incredible body?' Did Ran just say that he had an incredible body? Ken pushed away and looked up uncertainly into the violet eyes and swallowed. Ran was always very good when he assumed a role but never in Ken's wildest dreams did he ever put Ran in the amorous lover role.

Cold dark eyes stared back down into his chocolate ones and Ken sighed. Nothing. Ran's eyes never revealed anything.

Ken pushed away and grunted. "Yeah, I remember." He muttered darkly. "How could I fucking forget?" He suppressed another shiver and wished that Ran would pull him back into his arms again.

What the…? He did NOT just think that! He shook his head in disgust. This whole damn mission was messing up his head major time.

When they were only a couple of people away from the front door, Ran pulled Ken against him again. Ken opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it when Ran bore icy holes in his head with a single glance.

Act slutty, he reminded himself. That was the game plan to get in. This was one fucked up club, Ken thought again as he groaned inwardly while trying to come up with something smutty.

Luckily Ken didn't have to think too hard because the next thing he knew, Ran's tongue was in his ear and the redhead had his hands clamped firmly on the brunette's ass, grinding the smaller man hard against his thigh. Ken vaguely recalled hearing someone snicker before the bouncer shouted for him and Ran to get inside.

Ran pulled away and weaved silently towards the door towing the flustered Ken along by his harness. Ken blinked and stared mutely at Ran's back as he numbly followed his leader.

When they were inside, Ken grimaced distastefully. The place stank. Literally. He held a hand to his nose and looked around for the source of the stench and noticed that the mask Ran normally wore wrinkled a bit as the man frowned.

"What the hell is that smell?" Ken had to yell to be heard. The techno music blasting in the club was similar to the other clubs Ken's been to but this place reeked of something else entirely. Ken looked irritably around the crowded dance floor and gaped.

Holy shit! They are SO not doing that in front of everybody!

A strong hand firmly lifted his jaw shut and Ken found himself turned forcefully to face the still frowning Ran.

"It's a new kind of recreational drug called Xeno. It's inhaled rather than consumed." Ran's tone was serious even for the redhead. "The effect is rather…well you can see for yourself. We're going to have to hurry."

"Hurry's good…" Ken nodded in agreement and swallowed. This was SO not cool! He did NOT want to do whatever it was they were doing… Whoa! Was that a new position?

"YIKES!" Ken jumped when he felt a hand rubbed his crotch and he crashed right into Ran who was scanning the room. He clung to Ran's arm as he looked back to see a grinning, beady-eyed man leering at him. The man was wearing a black leather outfit that covered him from neck to toe. His protruding stomach was emphasized even more when encased in the tight leather but the man seemed to be very comfortable with his looks. Ken was not. He grimaced in distaste and thanked whatever deity it was that had seen it fit to cover up the man. He really didn't want to see anymore of the man than necessary.

"You have a nice pet." The man shouted above the noise and moved closer to Ken.

"Pet? I'll give you pet." Ken growled and balled his hand into a fist but before he could do any well-deserved damage, Ran yanked him back to his side again.

His fearless leader stared coldly at the man as he ignored the fuming brunette.

"You should share. I could make it worth your while." The beady-eyed man suggested while his eyes roamed Ken's harnessed torso.

"Nani?" Ken growled and struggled against Ran. "No one touches me but Aya!" He shouted at the man.

Beside him, Ken felt Ran tightened his grip almost painfully. He turned around to give Ran a piece of his mind when the meaning of his words finally hit home.

Oh shit!

He looked up at the tall redhead who was looking at him strangely and cleared his throat. "I meant…you know…er…"

The beady-eyed sicko ignored him and continued to talk to Ran. "I know someone who would pay a lot to have such two lovely men…entertain him." The man looked at the fuming Ken again and licked his lips. EEEW! Ken nearly gagged.

"How much?" Ran asked stonily.

NANI!?! Ken looked sharply at his leader but Ran's attention was riveted to the small sicko in front of them.

"More that you could imagine." Those iddy-biddy eyes lit up at the prospect that Ran might agree and the insipid man moved closer. Ken continued to scowl at the man but judging by the way the man was giggling, he doubted that the man took it seriously.

Ran studied the man for a moment before he nodded.

"Are you NUTS?" Ken gripped the front of Ran's vest and stood on tiptoe to glare at the man. "Aya…"

Ran looked past the brunette to the man with the silly grin and said, "Give me a moment with him." Then he turned his gaze to the younger man and wrapped strong arms around him, pulling him close.

The sicko snickered and nodded as he moved a few paces away, giving the 'lovers' some privacy.

"Wh…what are you doing?" Ken asked weakly as Ran pressed his lips to his ear. To his chagrin, his body began responding to the touches of the taller man and Ken pushed against the unyielding chest to get away.

"Stop struggling!" Ran said sternly.

Ken struggled harder. There was NO way he was going to give Ran the satisfaction of knowing that he liked the redhead's touches.

"Ken!" Ran growled, tightening his hold. "This could lead us to Shitahara, so play along!"

Ken stopped struggling and looked from Ran to the pervert with beady eyes. He thought for a moment then swallowed hard.  "O…Okay." He said meekly. He did NOT like it here at all. He didn't like people having sex in the middle of the dance floor and he liked them changing partners with every change in the tempo even less. He didn't like being treated like a sex object and he HATED what this whole thing was doing to him.

It was making him acutely aware of how incredibly sexy Ran was.

But if by playing along, he could get Youji's wire around Shitahara's neck, he would do it. There would be one less evil in the world and he could go home and forget all about the things Ran was making him feel.

Ran took Ken's chin (heh, heh, Kenshin, get it?) and turned Ken's face towards him. Ken tried not to let his nervousness show but he knew that Ran could read him like a book.

"I won't let anyone touch you, Ken." He told the brunette softly. "We'll follow him, kill the target and then go home. Alright?"

"Wh…what if he's not the target?" Ken asked uncertainly.

"Then we leave and look for Shitahara." Ran assured him.

Ken took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."

Ran nodded and kissed him on the lips.

Ken stopped breathing.

When Ran looked into his eyes again, Ken saw a strange twinkling behind the violet orbs.

"Since we're supposed to be lovers, try not to look like you're going to faint everytime I touch you." Ran's commented dryly.

"H…Hai." Ken stuttered. He just kissed me, he just kissed me, oh my god, oh my god, he just kissed me…

"Breath, Ken." Ran said as he looked down into Ken's eyes with mild amusement. "You're a very poor actor, do you know that?"

"What are YOU doing here?" The sallow, beady-eyed man said irritably, his voice high with his annoyance. Ken and Ran turned as one towards the voice to find the man glowering

Next to the colorless sicko stood, in contrast, a very vibrant young man who gazed at the still entwined assassins with obvious interest. His short fiery hair spiked wildly about his handsome face and he grinned mischievously as his gaze seemed to lock hungrily on Ran. Ken didn't like the way the man was walking seductively towards them and he gasped when he noticed that the newcomer wasn't wearing any clothes except for a small pouch of somekind that wrapped alluringly around his groin.

His torso was bare and his tanned upper body was covered with tiny sparkling dust. From the waist down the man was painted dark blue and from a distance, Ken had thought that it was blue spandex of some kind. Now he saw clearly that it was just paint. The man was practically naked. His toned, muscular frame moved closer and Ken had to gulp at the predatory gleam in the man's eyes.

The gleam that focused solely on Ran.

Ken felt Ran's arms loosened around him and he turned to look at his leader with a sinking heart. No, not Ran…

Ran didn't seem to notice him one way or another. His stared fixedly on the advancing figure and Ken found himself free of his 'lover's' arms as the newcomer came to a stop in front of them.

"I'm Tryffin." The man purred as he held out his hand towards Ran. He leaned ever so slightly forward as he blinked up at the violet eyes, lips parting enticingly.

"Get away from him, Tryffin!" The sicko, as Ken came to call him, growled at the fiery haired young man as he walked up to stand next to him. "I'M taking them to Shitahara and you stay away from them!"

Tryffin laughed but didn't take his eyes off Ran. He licked his lips, letting the small pink tip stray lazily before drawing his bottom lip slowly between his teeth. Ken blinked and stared hard at the other man. Was that a fang he just saw?

Tryffin quirked his eye brow and tilted his head to the side as he asked Ran, "You DO have a name?"

Ken turned his attention to Ran and saw the man narrowed his eyes. "Aya." Ran said softly. Ran ignored the hand Tryffin held out in front of him but the tall redhead allowed his gaze to roam the other man's body appraisingly before he looked coolly into Tryffin's amber eyes once again.

Tryffin smiled at the challenge and placed his extended hand on Ran's chest. He trailed the hand down slowly as his tongue darted out to lick his lips again.

Ken had had enough. Before Tryffin's hand could go any lower, Ken squeezed between Ran and Tryffin and smiled acidly at the smaller redhead. "Hello! I'm Ken, nice to meet you, but we're in a hurry, so could you get out of the way?" The sooner they met Shitahara, the sooner he could go home.

Tryffin took a step back and shifted his focus to Ken. He blinked at the sudden intrusion before he burst out laughing.

"And here I came to rescue YOU because you looked so scared earlier." Tryffin said as he tilted his head to the side, studying Ken. After a few seconds, he turned to the pallid man in the too-tight leather and smirked. "Shitahara sent me to fetch them before you scared them away. Poor, poor, Tako-sama. Did you really think he would trust YOU with something this…" He turned back to Ran and gave him a smoldering look. "…this…hot?"

"I had them!" Tako-sama sputtered angrily. "You just wanted him for yourself!"

Tryffin shrugged and gave Tako a bored look. "True. But like Ken said, we have to go. Shita-baby is waiting!" He started towards the winding metal staircase, beckoning for the two assassins to follow him.

Ran started after Tryffin but Ken hesitated. Ran turned and frowned at his teammate. "What are you doing? I thought you wanted out of here."

"I do." Ken said resolutely as he stepped up to his leader. "But I like this one even less than the Tako guy."

Ran raised one brow at the brunette. Ken snorted in exasperation at the man.

"I think the Xeno is affecting your brain." Ken glowered at Ran. "You let him get all over you, Aya!"

Ran blinked at him uncomprehendingly, then Ken saw something flash briefly in the redhead's eyes.

"Are you jealous, Kenken?" Ran asked; a small smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Ken blushed beet red but before he could reply, Tryffin called from a few feet away. "C'mon, boys, time for action later or should I join you now?"

Ran turned his attention towards the other man and Ken felt him catch his breath. Following the tall redhead's gaze, Ken found Tryffin on the second step of the staircase, lounging enticingly on the handrail. From where he stood, Ken saw clearly that Tryffin was aroused; the tiny cloth between his legs barely covering the hardened flesh and the man was running his hand sensually along the thick length.

"I don't fucking believe these people!" Ken muttered under his breath as he huffed with irritation and marched towards the staircase. He didn't have to turn to know that Ran followed him; he could feel Ran's presence pulsing steadily behind him.

To the brunette's ultimate annoyance, Tryffin never took his eyes off Ran. His flushed face was slightly upturned and his moist red lips parted temptingly as he panted and caressed himself. When Ken stepped past Tryffin on the stairs, the smaller redhead reached out a hand and grasped Ran's wrist firmly. Ken stared in disbelief when Tryffin brought Ran's hand to his crotch and rubbed himself shamelessly as he softly moaned.

Ken's jaw hit the floor when Ran growled deep in his throat, squeezed Tryffin's cock and pulled the smaller man against him. This was NOT happening! Ken's heart pounded as he watched Ran plunder Tryffin's mouth. No, not Ran. For some reason Ken's chest tightened uncomfortably as he watched them groped each other and he had to fight down the urge to rip Tryffin to pieces with his bugnuk. Where the hell was his bugnuk? This was not the time, Ken! He scolded himself and reached down to grab the lapel of Ran's coat.

"For Pete's sake, Aya!" He yanked hard and brought Ran's dazed face to within inches of his own. "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled his outraged. He wanted to get the fuck out of there and Ran was sucking on another guy's tonsil? What the hell happened to the icicle with the yardstick up his ass?

"Ken…" Ran blinked blankly at him a few times before those smoldering eyes turned icy cold once again and Ken found himself on the other end of the death glare. Hey! HE was doing the glaring here!

"I'm sorry, boys." Tryffin pushed between them and continued up the stairs leaving both men to stare after his lithe form. He turned and smiled down sultrily at them and shrugged. "I just can't help myself." He motioned for them to follow and took the rest of the steps two at a time. Ken glared venomously at Ran one last time before following the slutty redhead. The OTHER slutty redhead.

When they reached the top, Tryffin took them through a crowded room and out the back into a dark corridor. In the corridor there were two large men standing guard in front of a door. Tryffin smiled charmingly at them and they smiled back. One winked at the redhead while the Tryffin laughed throatily. Ken rolled his eyes. Slut.

"Where's Kouji?" The one that winked asked.

"He's having his fun, that's why I'm joining Shita-baby with these two." Tryffin winked back and tapped on the door.

Ken heard a muffled reply before Tryffin threw the door open wide and sauntered in. Still ignoring the suddenly hormonal Ran, Ken marched bravely in after Tryffin, his trepidation currently replaced by impatience and something else he wasn't entirely sure he could identify. Once inside the large room, however, Ken paused and swallowed. To one end of the room was a large red satin covered bed that could easily be twice the size of any regular king size bed. On the said bed lounged a man semi-clad in a black satin robe. The rest of the room was bare except for a few armchairs scattered here and there.

The target, Shitahara Yuichi got up and smiled as he adjusted his robe and came towards them. He was tall and lean with jet-black hair that was beginning to grey slightly at the temple. He was very attractive in a predatory way and that emanated from him as he approached the brunette. There was a wild look about him that gave the brunette a feeling that the man wasn't entirely stable.  Ken took an involuntary step back and squawked ungainly when he bumped into a hard surface. Hands clasped his elbows to steady him and Ken found himself flush against the very body he was ignoring. He snatched his arms away from Ran and turned to give the tall Weiss leader another venomous glare. Ran returned his look with narrowed eyes but the redhead remained silent. Ken snorted and turned back to face Shitahara. If Ran wanted to touch someone he could go and grope Tryffin!

Ken didn't know where the anger came from but it was good. It kept the fear and nervousness away. His mind raced to find an opening that would allow him to finish off the target but he needed Tryffin to be out of the way. No need killing the innocent even if the particular innocent was a pain in the ass.

He stole a glance at Tryffin and thought about ways to get the man out of the room. He seethed when he saw that Tryffin's attention was fixed on Ran. He didn't want to look at Ran because he was sure the redhead was staring right back at Tryffin. A curious feeling of emptiness stirred in the pit of his stomach and he inadvertently looked toward his leader.

Ran was looking right at him.

Ken gulped and blushed in spite of himself. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way towards Ran all of a sudden? Even as he puzzled over the thought, he knew it wasn't 'all of a sudden'. He had always though that Ran was attractive but it had never gone beyond that. He didn't let it go beyond that.

But in the past, he had never seen Ran make out with a semi-naked man. He had never been kissed or touched intimately by Ran. He had never seen anything remotely warm in those violet eyes, let alone desire.

And in the past, he had never desired Ran.

It must be the Xeno, reasoned Ken. Yep, the damn drug was affecting his mind just like the minds of those hentai sickos downstairs. Once he was back home, all this would go away. He nodded resolutely to himself and looked away from Ran.

Unfortunately, Shitahara thought that he had nodded in consent and the man came up to him with a triumphant smile. Ken gulped again but stood his ground. He was an assassin for god sake; he could handle one murderous pervert. Ken shivered involuntarily as he thought of how many young men Shitahara had lured into his lair to be sodomized and mutilated. This was the end of the line. Shitahara would die tonight!

Ran's eyes narrowed slightly and he strode casually towards his 'lover'. He stopped behind Ken and pulled the smaller man against him. Despite the fact that he was still mad a Ran, Ken was relieved to feel his teammate's reassuring presence. Ran made him feel safe.

"He's beautiful." Shitahara whispered as he ogled Ken. "So beautiful." His hand came up as if to caressed Ken's face but he stopped it just millimeters away when he caught Ran's piercing gaze. He frowned slightly and looked at Tryffin who, up until then, was standing quietly to the side.

"He's a newbie, Shita." Tryffin shrugged. "Give him a little time." He came up to stand next to Shitahara and rest his head on the tall man's shoulders. His hand lazily caressed the target's chest as he looked amusedly at Ken. "Why don't we let them pleasure each other while I take care of you?" Tryffin suggested. "We'll loosen him up this way, ne, Shita?"

Ken stared at the redhead with something akin to suspicion. Why did he get the feeling that Tryffin was trying to help him? 'I came to rescue you because you looked so scared…'

Shitahara smiled and sighed as Tryffin's hand slipped inside his robe and fondled him. "But I want HIM." He moaned.

"I know. Later, okay. You don't want him running and screaming out of here, do you?" Tryffin continued to fondle the man. "Let me talk to them. Go wait for me on the bed." He pushed Shitahara towards the bed and watched as the man grudgingly did what he was told.

Tryffin sighed and approached the two men. He looked from Ran to Ken, then back to Ran again. "Are you sure you two are lovers?" He asked softly, too soft for Shitahara to hear from the bed.

Ran narrowed his eyes as he peered at he smaller redhead. "Yes." He said.

Tryffin shrugged again. "If you say so. There's just WAY too much animosity between you two, that's all."

"It's Ken's first time doing something like…this. He didn't want to come here. He's upset with me." Ran told Tryffin.

Tryffin nodded and gave Ken and understanding smile. "I'll try to keep him away but…" Tryffin frowned as he shifted his gaze to the figure on the bed. "He's quite taken with your lover." He told Ran reluctantly.

Ken felt something churned in his stomach at the look on Tryffin's face. The redhead clearly didn't think he was going to leave unscathed. He felt dizzy and he wasn't sure if the thought wasn't the cause. Ken leaned back heavily on Ran and the tall redhead tightened his hold on him.

"What's wrong?" Ran whispered in his ear. Ken turned and blinked hazily up at the intense violet eyes. Ran was so close, his lips were just an inch or so away. For some reason Ken felt very warm and his breathing was short and shallow.

"I don't know." Ken took a deep breath and grimaced. That smell again. "I feel strange."

"I know what it is." Tryffin supplied as he looked at Ken with concern. "My first time with Xeno, I passed out for hours." He motioned for Ran to bring Ken to an armchair by one side of the wall. "This area has fresh air vents. Don't go to the other side, they mixed Xeno in with the ventilation on that side. It only comes out every half hour or so just to keep the mood but if you stay far enough, you'll be less affected."

Ken felt himself lowered onto the chair and he sighed in relief. The room was no longer spinning and he looked confusedly at Tryffin.

"I'm surprised you didn't just throw me at Shitahara. At this point, I don't think I could defend myself."

Tryffin studied Ken for a moment before he gave the brunette a smile. "That's why I didn't do it."

He turned his attention to Ran and his expression suddenly changed. Ken could see clearly that Tryffin wanted Ran badly.

"Look," Tryffin started and stole a look at Ken. "If YOU don't do something with Ken, HE's going to want to. So while I keep him happy, you do whatever it is you guys do and let's hope he passes out soon, okay?"

As Tryffin turned away, Ran caught his arm. The smaller redhead looked back, surprised.

"Why are you doing this for us?" Ran asked.

Tryffin thought about it for a moment and shrugged. "Just because I love sex and the way we do it here, doesn't mean that everyone else does." He cocked his head towards Ken. "HE certainly doesn't want to be here and I can see that he doesn't want anyone to touch him but you." He looked puzzled, as if he didn't understand why that would be but shrugged again and went toward the waiting Shitahara.

"Ran, we have to get him out of here." Ken said softly when Ran's attention was back to him again. Ran looked surprised at the statement and stared at Ken. Not realizing that the redhead was surprised that Ken had used his real name, Ken continued. "I don't think he's mixed up in this, we have to get him out before we kill the target."

"Can you move?" Ran asked. Ken nodded and Ran pulled him up and into his arms. "We're supposed to be doing SOMETHING, remember?" He whispered into Ken's ear.

Ken swallowed and hid his blushing face in Ran's shoulder. He nodded again and nearly died when an involuntary moaned escaped his lips when Ran pressed their groins together. To his utter amazement, Ran was aroused, really aroused.

"I'm sorry, Ken." Ran whispered. "But I'm afraid the Xeno is affecting me more than I'd care to admit."

Ken found that his vocal cords didn't work. The delicious sensations that Ran was creating not only robbed him of his speech but his breath as well. He panted and whimpered when Ran's hand found its way between them and was now rubbing persistently at his hardened cock.

"Ran…" He moaned and thrust into the hand. What was he doing? He couldn't be doing this with Ran!

But Ran was already running his talented lips and tongue down his chest. The once cold and emotionless leader of Weiss was dragging his rough tongue repeatedly across Ken's nipples and the very same hand that hacked evil mercilessly was gently pulling out Ken's throbbing cock.

"Ran…" Ken moaned again. Was that the only thing he could say? What the hell was happening to him? Why wasn't he pushing Ran away? Was the drug affecting him too?

Ken whimpered in protest when Ran pulled away and straightened up to face him. The violet eyes smoldered with desire so intense that it took Ken's breath away.

Ran stared silently into Ken's eyes then smirked. "Feel free to beat the crap out of me when we get back." He said apologetically.

Ran looked toward the coupling on the bed then back to Ken. "Can you take out Tryffin? I'll take care of Shitahara." Ran was suddenly back in Abyssinian mode and it took Ken a few moments to adjust.

"You…you mean…kill him?" Ken asked, shocked. He thought they were going to spare Tryffin. He didn't want to kill needlessly and the smaller redhead was really not as bad as he thought. Okay, if he were really honest with himself he would say that Tryffin was actually pretty nice.

"No. Just knock him out or take him out of the room, though I think hitting him on the head would be faster."

"Yeah, okay." He looked at the two men on the bed and could feel his face heating up. Tryffin was on all fours with Shitahara behind him, thrusting violently. The look of pure pleasure on Tryffin's face went straight to Ken's neglected flesh and he repressed a shudder as he tucked himself away. "You sure you don't want to take care of Tryffin?" He asked Ran. He was mildly surprised that his voice held just a tiny hint of resentment. Why was that?

Ran quirked a scarlet eyebrow at the question while his eyes studied Ken curiously. "I didn't think you'd want to be near the target."

"Meaning that if I could do my JOB, you'd prefer Tryffin." Ken retorted in a carefully controlled voice. 'Great!' he thought 'Now Ran thinks I'm some wimp who couldn't even handle one lecherous bad man.'

Ran frowned at him. "That's not what I meant."

"Sure, whatever. You know what? I could do this as well as anyone, so I'll take care of Shitahara and you can go do your thing with Tryffin!"

With that said, Ken stalked towards the couple of the bed. He'd show Ran. He wasn't Omi. He was twenty years old for god sake.

Tryffin blinked up at him in confusion when he walked up to them. The redhead glanced at Ran who came up behind the brunette and questioned him silently. Ran shrugged and turned his attention to Shitahara who was pulling out of Tryffin and reaching for Ken.

Ken nearly balked at the sheer lunacy he saw behind the dark eyes of the man. But he didn't. He would do his job even if it killed him.

Shitahara reached out and grabbed Ken by his harness and yanked him roughly onto the bed. Ken was unprepared for the unexpected violence and he lost his balance, crashing unceremoniously on the bed in front of Shitahara. The target pounced, knocking the wind out of him and Ken grunted painfully. From the corner of his eye, Ken saw Ran raised his fist high above Tryffin's head but the smaller redhead gave a strangled cry at Shitahara's antics and launched himself at the brutal man. Ran's blow missed and Ken stared in disbelief at the incredible speed of Tryffin's attack (*).

"God damn it, Shitahara!" Tryffin yelled at the man who was now sprawling back against the headboard. "I said no violence! I fucking hate it when you treat people like that." He growled at Shitahara while he helped Ken up.

"You son of a bitch!" Shitahara grated furiously. "I do whatever I want!" He shouted and pulled a nasty long whip from under the pillow. He cracked it ominously over Tryffin's head and cackled madly.

Ran threw himself at Tryffin, knocking both of them off the bed leaving Ken to face the mad man.

"Shit." Ken muttered as he pulled out the wire.

Just then, a loud explosion rocked the building and the two men at the door barged in with their guns drawn.

Ken heard Tryffin shout a warning then all hell broke loose.



TBC…

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Note: (*) Tasuki in Fushigi Yuugi is a celestial warrior gifted with speed.

What did you think of my fist WK attempt so far? Am I doing all right? Well, I'm off to write the companion chapter that will be posted in the FY section now. If you would like to read that, please let me know so I could e-mail you when it is posted. Remember, eventhough it is a crossover and I'm writing in both fandom, it is not necessary to read them both. But it could be fun…


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