Warning: This fic is Yaoi in nature, if you cannot handle male/male (homosexual) relationships, then please do not read.
Setting: Germany, some five years before the start of the series of Weiss Kreuz (Knight Hunters) and Yami no Matsuei (Descendants of Darkness)... Hisoka is not appearing in this for anything. Don't look for him, this is the only place where he will be mentioned.
On to the story.
Death Captured
It was after a couple of drinks that the bartender told the red head that some people had been showing around a picture of his cute friend trying to find the guy.
Schu didn't like the sound of that. "Really? When?"
Mark wiped a spot of suspicious liquid from his bar. "Yesterday."
"Did they say what they wanted?" He tried to sound casual, like he was just curious.
"That they need to find Suzuki... something about him having to go back to a mental institution, or something like that."
The redhead scoffed. "He doesn't belong in an institution. Someone is jealous and trying to find him is all."
Mousy-brown hair is pushed out of grey eyes as Mark prepared a drink for one of his customers. "Dunno... Suzuki looked pretty fucked up in the photo that they showed me..."
Needing to know exactly what they had shown him, Schu tries to lift the memory of the picture from the man's mind. He sipped his drink to cover.
The photo in the bartender's mind looked old and worn. But it was definately Su... and the man looked delicate and extremely fragile underneath the bandages.
Thinking quickly, Schu came up with a possible explanation. "Well, he was in a car accident a year ago..."
"Said that he was suicidal."
"Well, THAT'S an outright lie. What did these creeps look like?"
Schuldig could tell that Mark was quite amused by all of this... and pleased that someone as pretty as 'his' Su wasn't suicidal, it would have been a great waste of a nice body.
"They were suits... looked nervous. But they did leave a contact number." The brunette winked.
"Care to... share that contact number?"
"Nothing in life is free, baby."
He quirked an eyebrow. "I'd be willing to pay a certain price..."
"What are you offering? Make it worth my time, and remember, the suits are also offering enough to make even me forget about your sexy ass."
Schu glanced around and then leaned over the bar. "me... for a night, you can do whatever you wish. Would that be a good enough offer?"
"You as my little pet for a night?"
"yeah... only condition is no killing or permanent maiming."
"Fine... Dimitri takes over the bar in an hour. Walk your little boyfriend home, and then get the fuck back here."
Schu nodded and pushed away from the bar. He sought out Su in the darkened bar... and finally located the violet eyed man who was still trying to extricate himself from the people that had dragged him out to the dance floor.
A small blonde was standing next to Mark when the red head got back. "Yo." Schu walked right up to them.
The brunette smiled, "Yo... Schuldig, this is going to be your playmate tonight." Mark said as he patted the blonde on the shoulder.
"Okay. Where are we going?"
"Back to my place." The blonde was pushed towards Schuldig, "now be nice and give him a kiss."
The redhead was only too happy to comply. He pressed his lips to the blonde's, not being too pushy. Technically he was the pet after all. The blonde didn't kiss back, and looked less than thrilled about being there. Schu pulled back. Maybe this guy just didn't like kissing... it happened.
"What is he giving you for tonight?" The blonde asked as he slipped gloved hands into tight leather pants that accentuated the lithe figure.
"Information."
Large amber eyes blinked, "I understand."
"Shall we?" The redhead glanced over to Mark.
The trio walked back towards the bartender's place... which to Schuldig's surprise was in an almost decent part of town. What didn't come as a surprise was that the brunette was also partially blackmailing his landlord. It seemed that the man had the goods on everyone he ran into. Part of the reason he worked as a bartender... people tended to talk when drinking.
Once they were inside, Schuldig could finally appreciate his partner for the night. At least what he could see of the kid. He looked to be about the same age as the redhead. His face was very attractive. This was definitely someone the telepath wouldn't mind being with. Unless of course there was a sadist under the pretty exterior.
"Itami Korin." The teen said in a voice devoid of emotion.
"Schuldig."
The formfitting black turtleneck that looked almost as though it were spray painted on left little to no doubt what Korin's body looked like under the soft material. It was beginning to get really tempting to even see the blonde's skin, as the teen didn't even allow for a flash of the wrist where his thin gloves met the long sleeves. Maybe the blond was body shy? Well... he certainly wasn't. Besides, this show was all Mark's.
Mark led the two teens back to the bedroom with a lecherous smirk.
Schu looked to the bartender for direction. He was a pet... and he could play that role, for one night.
"For the moment, my only instructions are... that Korin be well fucked." Mark laughed at the glare he got from the blonde.
"In what way?"
"That, I will leave up to you."
The redhead nodded and stepped over to the blond. He leaned in close as if nibbling the side of the teen's neck. "you don't want this do you? what can I do to make it better?"
"Smart... I don't want to do this, and there isn't much you can do to change that." The blonde whispered back.
"Hmmm... he's not setting restrictions yet... how do you want this... or rather, what can you tolerate?"
"It doesn't matter." Korin stated as he went over and dropped down onto the immaculately kept bed.
Maybe dragging this out a bit would help the blond... and keep Mark entertained. Schu ran his hands up his body and started to undo his shirt... one button at a time. He was perfectly willing to do a little strip tease for the cause. It was very obvious that Korin was trying to remain unaffected by the red head's actions.
Well darn... might as well get it over with. He stripped on his way to the bed... dropping the shirt to the floor and reaching for the tight pants. The blonde never made any indication that he was going to even consider removing his own. Schuldig sat on the edge of the bed. "You're going to have to take the pants off... or slide them down at least."
Arms are crossed in response to the German. As an added measure to further frustrate things, Korin crossed his legs as well. The redhead sighed and flopped back on the bed. This was getting them nowhere and Mark was going to get pissy very soon.
"If he won't take them off... then take them off for him." Mark instructed from the 'sidelines'. It was a remark that earned him a snort from the blonde.
Schu sat up and slid in behind the blond. His hands glided over the slender hips and around to the front... The blonde flinched slightly from the touch, and Schu finally picked up on at least part of the reason behind the boy's reactions... he wasn't used to physical contact of any sort. The redhead kept his touch light and hopefully soothing. He didn't touch anything too sensitive, just trying to arouse and not frighten. It had been a long time since he'd been with someone so timid.
Through the fabric, Schuldig could feel the heat from Korin's skin. He pressed his bare chest against the blonde's back. The fingers of one hand slid just beneath the edge of those sexy, tight pants. Arching away slightly, Korin gave a little whimper. "Shhh... I promise I've done and been forced into much worse. Let's just do this and get it over with."
"honto desu ka?" Korin murmured as he placed a gloved hand over the one that had squirmed about halfway into his leather pants.
"huh? I don't understand." His explorations stopped... waiting for the blond to initiate more intimate contact.
"sorry... wrong language," the blonde uncrossed his legs.
"s'ok... Su does that all the time..."
Korin squirmed slightly. "Ah."
"so what can I do?"
"Does it matter? The outcome will be the same."
"I'd rather it be as unpleasant as possible..."
Reaching down, the blonde slowly unbuttoned his pants. "That might not be possible in this instance."
"why is that?" His fingers traced the edge of the opening, but didn't reach in.
"i am," gloved fingers made their way down opening the rest of the fly, "not good."
Schu chuckled. "i'm fairly well known as a bad bad boy so that doesn't bother me..."
Soft blonde hair tickled the red head's cheek when Korin leaned back, "i am ugly."
The telepath looked over at him in shock. "if you're ugly... i must be absolutely hidious..."
Large amber eyes halfway glared at Schu. "my face was not damaged."
"Okay... I have to tell you I don't see people the way most do... I see inside more than just a pretty face. But trust me... YOU have a pretty face." He kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Get Going Already!" Mark fumed from the chair near the door to the bedroom.
Schu glared at him then turned his attention back to the blond. "i don't think he'll let us... but would you rather do this under the covers?"
"Under the covers." The blonde said as he turned to face the red head.
"Okay... I promise not to look at anything you don't want me to..." He pulled the blond a little closer. Korin snorted.
The blonde tugged on his glove, revealing a small patch of heavily scarred skin on his wrist. "It is everywhere."
"Everywhere?"
The glove was pulled off completely and the teen held his hand up for Schuldig to see. Burn scars covered at least 90 of the back of the boy's hand. "it was an accident."
Schu took the hand gently, turning it to better look at the scarring. "That must have been very painful." He lifted it closer and kissed the fingertips.
"because of this, i wanted to die." Korin cupped the red head's cheek.
"i've wanted to die any number of times..." He nuzzled that hand.
"what are your reasons for wanting oblivion?" A gloved hand stroked the red hair.
"too many voices... too much abuse... you name it."
"no matter how you cry, scream and beg... they never stop." The blonde gave a small almost imperceptible smile. "a thousand voices drowning you out... and the pain just continues."
"Never... and yet with all the voices... you're still alone."
"losing control makes it worse. they just come crashing down even harder."
"sometimes losing the control results in so much it's just white noise though..." He kissed the blonde's neck.
Korin sighed. /i was never that lucky... the first time i lost control, my best friend was hospitalized and three people died because of me./
/you can talk to me... i was different as a kid... but it really came upon me all of a sudden, they thought i was insane... the asylum was pure hell... it never ended./ The blond leaned his head back and enjoyed the sensation of Schuldig kissing his neck... it had been too long since he had really allowed anyone near him. The redhead tugged the neck lower, nibbling on the side of Korin's neck. /just ignore him... i don't find you disfigured... you're a survivor, like me./ The second glove was pulled off and the teen moved so that he was now facing the telepath. /may i touch you/
/yes./
Hands pulled the shirt from those deliciously tight pants, sliding up underneath the fabric. Schu could feel the ridges and oddly smooth stretches of the burn scars, but he ignored them.
Even though extremely hesitant, the blonde allowed his hands to start gliding over Schu's body. The redhead moaned softly. He was definitely getting excited, but wasn't going to do anything without the blond making the first move.
Korin slipped into the German's lap.
Brad was brushing his teeth when an odd vision hit him. He could see Schuldig wearing a white suit, years older than he was now, floating in the sea. Two people were wading into the water to help him. One was that violet eyed man, who oddly enough didn't look a day older, and a blonde teen that looked about as old as the German was now.
He couldn't tell if the telepath was concious... or even dead. He couldn't see anyone else or even any landmarks that might indicate where the vision was taking place. As abruptly as it came, the vision left him to ponder on the telepath's fate.
