A pounding rattled Aya's bedroom door furiously, someone shouting, " Aya! It's Persia! Get up! " was raping the insides of the katana-master's sleep ridden brain. He'd only just laid down two hours ago after Schu had dropped him off back at the flower shop. Even now he remembered what had happened tonight, it was still fresh in his memory of Schu touching him..stroking him..and his finger; the rememberance caused the leader to shuffle under the sheets before rising up to sit on the mattress. Feet were running along the corridor, before the reality of those words hit the Weiss leader viciously. ' Perisa? ' he'd taken the time when coming to his room to remove the shirt and vest that now lay in the floor abused; the door slammed open when the wild-haired red head ran the second level, hitting the first story steps at record speed. He nearly leapt from the banner of the stairs, shooting down the miniture flight that ran off into the Tv-lit basement. A figure was sitting shadowed behind a desk, Persia's normal appearance when discussing a misson with Vice; the fellow members half-dressed had placed themselves half on and off the couchs waiting for Persia's directions. " Members of Vice, I have a mission for you. However, you are still offically disbanned, you will not recieve any help from Manx or myself; other than your orders. We've taken in a rather strange case, along Hong Kong bay humans of the blonde persuasion have been seen being picked up in a strange long stretched limo. From what we can count two days later, a missing persons has been filed, and no clue to who is doing it. Blondes from any age and sex have been turning up in a magazine called 'Dutch Wonders'. " The figure continued to remain still in his chair, continuing to explain the mission before the crew, " We've classified this magazine as a hentai/shota special. Featuring nudes of the missing blondes who only weeks after their pictures are taken, are found naked and murdered in vacant alley ways. Members of Vice, find the monster behind these killings and bring him to justice. As you're head commandor, you are not to kill this person. Manx or I will, personally, retrieve them. You have your orders. " the screen suddenly went blank, engulfing the basement in darkness.
The dining room was full with Weiss members, some had taken the time to retrieve shorts because of the underwear being rather revealing to the rest. Youji had lounged himself back the chair comfortably in the pair of black silk shorts he'd retrieved moments ago. Omi sat in the cute Kumagoro boxer's Aya had secretly bought the boy last Christmas; even now Aya was sure he wondered who gave them to him. Ken had shown his true colors when he'd entered the lit dining room in the cute little thong Crawford had had him wearing during the neko-incident; even not he sat in it but with a robe wrapped around him. Aya's leather pants and barefeet put him off from the others profusely, but now they had matters to discuss. " Persia said we aren't getting help from the corps. So what do we know from he told us? " piped up the boxer Omi who nursed contently on a pocky stick he'd high-jacked from his room before returning. Ken's head popped up while he considered Omi's question, " Well, he said the victims were being picked up in a long, stretch limo. And the magazine too. And the 'Dutch' nationality it relates to. " Youji seemed to idly finger his own blonde-locks, " It's time like this that make me hate my hair. Damn sickos, and their ugly fetishes. " The leader lounged there, carefully running over the facts. " Omi, start checking into limo services that have been lending cars out past the time of ten o' clock in the evening, and hope this isn't a personal limo. And since Youji isn't put off by walking into adult stores, he's getting the magazine. Aren't you? " the blonde nodded his agreement, " Ken, you're going to be doing something for us. It's only been two days, but I think it's time for you to meet up with your boyfriend again. " The claw-using Siberian looked up so suddenly at Aya, especially his open use of 'boyfriend' when regarding Crawford. They both understood it wasn't under in a sarcastic sense, but of an accepting one. " I know it's late. Barely past four a.m., but I need you to call him. If he's willing to help, he could help us pin-point any blondes on their way to death. Now, I don't expect him to help us; so don't beg him. It's his choice. But explain our situation, Ken. " the brunette had already been about two inches from his chair when Aya confirmed. Ken nodded eagerly, before rushing off to what he assumed was the basement phone. " I'm going to hack the police computer, dig up those files on the missing individuals. Then, if Brad agrees we're going to have a stake out at the Hong Kong bay. " his crew nodded their agreement at their leader's request.
They sat in silence, Aya could feel the questions burning from each and every curious member; so instead of letting them wonder he spoke up to the blonde and teenager, " It was a wonderful date. I think I'd like to go out with him again; and no we didn't have sex. " Aya's mouth drew open in an extended yawn, which was interrupted by scurrying Ken who padded back into dining room with phone in hand; the mouth peice was covered by the brunette's palm. " He says he'll help. But he says he wants to come over right now. " it was evident to Aya as to why. Crawford and Ken had been apart for much too long it seemed, the real question was Ken ready to face the Oracle again, " Do you want him to? ", he'd never get used to seeing his friend's vulnerablity over someone he apparently loved. Siberian slowly nodded, Aya then offered a brief nod in acceptance. " Yes. Al--all right.." the brunette was met with a pause, " ..O-okay. " another paused followed, before them all Ken's lids started to tear up; it sure shocked the hell out of Omi who'd stood in his boxers to set himself at Ken's side, " I..I love you too. ", a beep followed and the phone's light went off. Aya knew the brunette was looking at him, but as much as he wanted to comfort the Siberian; he knew chances were they'd still put on active duty after this unscheduled mission was complete. Somehow he felt very akin to Ken's feelings for Crawford, the katana-master couldn't deny the growing feelings he was forming for a certain fire-haired man who'd haunted his dreams with kisses and promises. " I know, Ken..I know. " though the fellow Weiss had not said a word; they both understood the exchange. Ken nodded before setting the lifeless cordless phone on the dining room table, before padding barefoot from the room to the front glass doors of the shoppè. The long, legged leader stretched out in his chair; in the back of his mind he was hoping Crawford wouldn't say anything to Schu about their mission. It would be strange enough with Crawford hanging around for the night to stay with Ken. Aya heard the click of the back door opening, and the following chorus of brief conversation; what followed was a loud crashing just as Brad appeared in the doorway with the Siberian thrown over his shoulder. " Sorry, sorry. I'll clean it up in an hour..or two. " muttered the frantic Oracle who was by now running up the steps to the second floor; leaving the fellow members in a state of shock from their positions in the kitchen. The leader drew himself from the chair on an exaggerated sigh, before turning to clean up the mess the Oracle had made in his rush. " Get some more sleep, guys. We're going to be busy tomorrow. "
The morning rays licked across Aya's sheets with its approach, he'd not slept a wink since returning to his bed. Muscles and bones felt lethargic to the maroon-haired assassin; mostly from build up from the upcoming day set before him. The white sheet that graced Aya's bed was thrown aside with the rise of the leader, the leather pants were still stuck on the pretty katana-master; and would have to be peeled away before he could take a shower. Arms stretched upward lifting the mass of red-curls on a groan, sighing softly before he turned to walk out into the hall barefoot, heading his way towards the upstairs bathroom that he shared with his fellow members. Upon entering the bathroom, Aya stood in front of the mirror above the vanity; staring back at him was someone he couldn't recognize. The red-curls, and violet eyes were familiar, but the man himself was changing. ' What is happening to me? ' Aya's fingers lifted to trace themselves along the leader's cheeks curiously, he turned away from the truth inside him only to snap the button on his leather pants; and begin their removal. He could still feeling Schuldig's hand on him..even now, continuing to peel the leather down his thighs; his erection slowly coming to semi-hardness without attention for its owner. The knob on the shower was tugged on, and under its luke-warm spray Aya stood after having climbed in seconds before the spray had hit; water crashed over the porcelin pale skin of Abyssinian, his arms propping themselves up under the gushing flow by using the wall for support. Wet strands of maroon fell around Aya's face, those irises shut against the assault. Schuldig was changing something inside of him, he could feel it with each breath he took. 'Aya' was disappearing, and 'Ran' felt more alive than ever before; the lack of cold-hearted hate was starting to melt away with time. He didn't want to feel this. Schuldig was stealing the inhumane nature he'd built up over the years, and replacing it with a conscious and feelings. A few seconds later, Aya stepped from the shower only half-pleased with himself when he tugged on a robe that was resting on one of the pegs; taking his time to tie the sash he walked from the bathroom to the first floor staircase. The dining room table had already filled up at even ten 'o clock in the morning, Omi was sitting in a grunged-up T-shirt used for spare minutes in the day with its ugly purple chicken logo glaring back at Aya with his approach, what added to the scene was Crawford sitting at the table with Ken snuggled in the center of his lap; however breakfast didn't seem to be on their menu since they were ingrossed in a whispering conversation that had the Oracle grinning from ear-to-ear. The playboy was bent over the stove, turning omlettes with expertise once one was cleared, another patch was prepared; Aya knew the blonde lived off being the sex symbol he was, but Youji was also a bit of a softy. Cooking in the mornings had become something rather ritual to the wire-weaver, occasionally Aya or Omi took on cooking duty out of equal treatment but they lacked the blonde's skill. The plush-red robe slid onto the chair once Aya seated himself at the table, giving a coy smile at the couple across from him; there was something about having someone hold one's self that made Aya wish Schuldig was there to repeat the same affection as the Oracle and Siberian. Hands loaded with dishes, Youji manuvered himself to sit two plates in front of Crawford before placing Aya's special omlette before him. Secretly, the maroon-haired held a lust for tempura in his omlette; the blonde had tolerated this enough to start providing it every morning for the leader especially.
Voices erupted from the backroom that cut off from the dining area the back door could be heard opening then closing within second intervals. Three bodies emerged from through the walkway in unison, the mind-breaker taken time in throwing on a green-tank top, beige slacks, and a pair of Farfarello's ass-kicker boots, wild strands of fire shifted around Aya's lover with the a determind stride in his step towards the robed body resting back in the chair. Farf was wearing something that resembled a trench coat, and his lolita gothic boots that thundered along the wood flooring to Youji who'd returned to the stove to clean up the mess he'd caused while cooking; the mad irishman seemed consumed in the shading of the playboy's locks while he twirled a long boney digits around the stray strands. The sandy-blonde teen had turned to puddy before Aya's eyes when Nagi stepped behind the tense boy; placing those innocent hands on the human hacker's shoulders, carefully kneading the tension no child should have to endure. The violet-eyed beauty was jerked up from his seated position only to be wrapped up in a set of gorgeous golden arms, hands roamed along Aya's robed body as if feeling for anything underneath the clothing barrier. The german's lips gently brushed over the leader's ear, a smile could be heard in the undertone of his words, "..Are you wearing anything under this? " he felt fingers tug on the cotton smock teasingly. Willing to play the game, Aya smirked into Schuldig's shoulder, " Nope. " the maroon-male felt more than heard the german's groan of bliss. " But you can't play until I discuss our situation. " a frown crossed the german's lovely face; apparently Brad had not said anything. Aya lowered his german into the seat he'd vacated, only to walk himself around the table to the coffee maker sitting under a cabinet; with patience the leader poured himself the American brew quietly before turning to gaze onto the members of his and Schwartz faction. " I dug up the files on the missing persons. It seems like what Persia said was correct, sex and age make no difference in the kidnappings and murders. Just the fact that they are blonde is what is drawing the murder to them. " Having been standing so close, Aya couldn't miss the emotion that had crossed the madman's face at the idea of a certain dead blonde; however odd it was Aya liked the idea that Farfarello was protective of Youji on this subject, it would be helpful to them all. " Omi, did you find anything out on that limo service? " pale fingers lifted the mug carefully to his lips though he did not acknowledge it, he could feel Schu's eyes on him as if trying to understand the assassin and lack of trust. Truth was, that it wasn't lack of trust. It was preservation, and emotional. He didn't want Schu to be involved or hurt in any of the missons they would take on; no matter if they were Schwartz. " I found one; they've been renting out a limo since two days before the kidnappings. But when I looked up a name, I found an alias, 'John Smith'. So I asked Nagi to dig into it for me. " royal-blue pupils looked up onto the telekenetic whom continued on from Omi's discussion, " And I found another name. It was on the credit card the limo was being charged. 'Yoko Sunyima', age 37, runs a small business photo publishing business out of Hong Kong. The address I dug up wasn't much help; it was phony. Omi.." the soft-brunetter looked down at his fellow teen. " But I went out this morning before breakfast, and dug up a flyer. He's running the magazines under false ADs; it's being sold under 'National Wonders'. "
" We'll need to find out who he's publishing the magazines through. Youji, did you pick up that magazine yet? " Farf was glaring daggers at Youji when he opened a drawer open at the kitchen counter; drawing out a glossy magazine with a rather provocative picture of a blonde bending from her her waist to her toes; naked. " I went last night. " the playboy explained. " How'd you do that? The shops were closed after two this morning. " voiced Omi from his barricade of Nagi's arms. " I broke in, okay. I wanted to sleep in today. So I picked it up and stashed it. " the madman looked pleased with Youji's choice, but still looking irked that he'd bought a dirty magazine. " Brad. Since you said you'd help us out on this. Could you and Ken go through the magazine with the pictures of the missing persons. I've removed the ones that were discovered dead after the magazine started. Chances are the most recent missing can be found in the magazine; I'd like to see if you can get any.." Brad, whom had a serious issue with be pushed around simply sat listening to the Weiss member before speaking up, " You want me to see if I can get a read on them? " Aya nodded after sitting the half-empty mug on the table counter; the blonde out of habit emptied it and began to clean the dregs away from the base of the clay mug. " If you can, you'll be helping us immensely. We're getting no help from out corps; and since you're an elite factions, we like to join forces this once. That is if you constent to it. You can turn your back on us, as if we were enemies again. But the fact is, we -do- need your help. Anyone here know knows me, knows that I'm prideful. But this is taking a step into the dark, and into your faith. " Aya hurt to ask his rivals for their help, but for once they really needed someone's help; Youji was blonde and it was possible he could be bait in the end if exposed to Hong Kong bay. Brad's silence was deafening to the leader, while he watched the older Schwartz consider the Weiss offer; Ken turned to look down at the Oracle with a plea in his eyes. The Oracle heaved a sigh, and nodded his agreement. " All right. As long as the rest are willing. We'll help. But this doesn't change what we are, Aya. " The Weiss leader's head nodded his understanding, " We're heading out after seven. It'll give us an hour before night falls to prepare and head to Hong Kong; thankfully that were not that far from it's shoreline. " Aya turned from the counter only to be stopped by a determine fire-hair german, who at some point had escaped from his chair the moment his lover had moved. " We need to talk. " grounded Schuldig under his breath while staring at his pale pet. " All right. My room, okay? I don't want to discuss this in front of everyone. " Leading the way up the flights of stairs, with his german close in tow; Aya hit the landing in his bare feet only to pull up short to the first door which opened to him when he entered. Schuldig followed behind, only to shut the door firmly behind him once inside the small den of the Weiss leader; Aya also had a single-bed mattress except it had a frame on its bottom to level it the maroon-male's height. The robe shifted with Aya once he placed his arse back onto the flexible mattress, his weight dipping it just barely.
Angry and a bit confused, Schuldig stood by the door watching Aya with a silver gem, " Why didn't you ask me to help? You could've called me last night after I dropped you off. " he saw Aya heave a sigh, and suddenly the german felt irritated with the katana-master. The tall, red-head rushed over to the fellow assassin only sit back on his knees before the robed-creature; gold fingers entwined themselves around glossy pale digits firmly. " Tell me why I should have, Schu? The more you're around me, you'll be drug into our lives; and drown in its complicated aura. " Schuldig quietly admired the long feet of his lover, the cute arches in the center added a sensuality to such callous feet. " Do you really think it matters now? Look at us, Ran. We're already in too deep as it is; just like Brad and Ken. " although it was hard to grasp, they both knew it was true. Last night had started something between them that would either blossom or ruin them. " Ran.." Schuldig's fingers released the katana-master's hands to tuck a hand underneathe his lover's chin, lifting the violet eyes to his. His fingers slipped from the tilted chin of Aya's face, only to come to meet its partner at the sash keeping the robe closed from prying eyes; material was seperated from material as the sash was untied before the german by his own hands. Straps were laid aside carefully, till fingers brushed between the lapels of the robe; silver-orbs looked up into Aya's irises as if wondering. The long, legged pale creature leaned back on his palms to give Schuldig a cue; fingers pressed in past the cotton till the sides of the material were pushed aside to expose an eurphoria of naked pale skin that had been bathed in small pink scars the pet had taken in battle. His hands returned to his body, only to tug up the green tank-top over his head with a toss it landed somewhere in the floor. The german's palms returned to the naked hips of the maroon-haired beauty whose hiss at the contact was music to Schuldig's ears, his nails slid themselves along Aya's ribs while the fire-haired creature slid further onto the mattress. A knee dug into the mattress while the german lowered the beautiful leader to the soft material, Schuldig's lips lowered to the center of his lover's torso; drawing small circles along the hot patches of skin with the tip of his tongue. He wanted to feel Ran against him; the contact..the heat. He suddenly went to work on releasing himself from the slacks, and in seconds boots and clothing had been strown about the single bedroom; the german's left arm slipped itself under Aya's own left thigh lifting it up and over the fire-maned man's shoulder while Schuldig settled the straining length of his erection right upside against Aya's semi-erect cock. The violet orbs had disappeared behind pale lids, but Schuldig wouldn't be alone in this; not anymore. Fingers trailed up the leader's shoulder before develing into the maroon curls atop Aya's head, cradling the man close to Schuldig's own chest. The german's hips stroked against his lover's trembling full-erection, the tips bumping against one another's torso with the act of dry humping the provided to one another. "..Ran..look at me, pet.." They slid open under a drugged haze to stare back into Schuldig's silver ones, the smile the german had come to accostumed to feeling when he looked at the beautiful Aya blossomed, " Schu..I..what..what do I do? " it was a sight to see his lover without an idea to what to do with another man; the pleasure of being the first to take such a prize from the assassin was beyond price. " Hold nothing back from me..that's all you have to do. I won't break you, and you can't break me.." Aya's hands had come to grasp Schuldig's upper arms, only to sheath his nails into the skin when a sob broke from the boy within in the man beneathe the german. Erections strained against each other with stomachs becoming rather juicy from the flow of pre-cum that was eminating from the shafts of both males; but Schuldig didn't want his pet to waste his sweet orgasm on a dry humping. Self-lubrication came when Schuldig slid the hand from Aya's curls, only to offer up two fingers to the panting red-head under him.
It was like being swallowed into lava when Aya accepted the two digits eagerly, the innocence in each suckle brough the german a whole new pleasure as the saliva built on the digits; and his straining cock drooled its need. Carefully Schuldig removed the digits from his lover's lips, a small whimpernig followed at the loss before the hand disappeared between their growing, sweaty naked skin. As before, fingers teased and stroked Aya's tight rosebud while Schuldig stared down into his lover's half-slit eyes; one finger had eased itself within the snug canal of Aya's body causing the pale beauty to choke out a moan before the german's very eyes. ' He's so damned responsive..how can I go without something so pure when this ends..' it hurt to think about losing Ran right now, and he wasn't ready to give him up yet. Not by a long shot. Aya's body was trembling under Schuldig's now, he'd eased the second into the virgin passage without warning to the maroon-lover. "..Pet. Concentrate on my fingers..how they fill you..how -I- will fill you.." the german felt the part of seme in that moment, when his fingers stroked themselves in and out of the virgin tightness. Aya's erection was turning just a bit red from lack of orgasm from the teasing; he withdrew his two digits only to wrap the same palm about the middle of his comfortably sized cock; heat suddenly touched the tightness between Aya's arse. Schuldig felt like he was dying from his own faults, "..I'm not going to hurt you. I'll go slow..I'll-- " A choked sob resisinated from the red-head on the mattress, "..Sch..Schu..don't. Don't go slow.." somewhat unbalanced by the katana-master's request, the very tip of his crown nudged against Aya's rosebud; before slipping between the ring only to be sheathed carefully inch by inch inside the sobbing katana-master. A rasping panting had come to life inside Schuldig's lungs with each inch he sank into the tight body of Abyssinian till he sank to the very hilt inside him; nails had sunk so deep into the german's arms they drew small welts of blood in their wake. " ..um..ugnn..Schu.." panted the sweating Aya, before Schuldig withdrew himself partially from his lover's body, only to sink more firmly inside him; earning a growl from his pet in his moment of passion. His hips withdrew and possessed with each stroke he took inside the maroon-haired male's body; creaking began to sound from the single-bed with the rocking motions of Schuldig's body. Aya's thigh still hung across his lover's shoulder, though jostled with each thrust the red-head took inside of the Weiss member. Mouthes fused to one another in the heat of the moment, tongues straining to touch each other like hot barbs to coals; Aya's sobbing and Schuldig's panting became one in unison, sweat profusely fell along their trembling torsos. "..Schu..oh, god, Schu..I.." their was a tightening around the german' pounding sex inside the disheaveled lover; he too could feel the tightening in the base of his sac like a burning warning. "..Yes, pet..yes. Feel me inside you? I want you..I want you to know you're mine, Ran. No one elses.." the declaration burned itself inside Schuldig's chest, it was the shock of hearing the german speak the endearments and posession that let Aya fall over the cliff into sheer oblivion. Aya's body arched under Schuldig's, his pants burning the insides of his lungs like fire with the scorching explosion of his cock that left his stomach, shaft, and Schu's body plastered in cum. An orgasm slammed itself through Schuldig's sac, till a scream of animalistic proportions rip from deep inside his chest; the german's face was buried into his lover's shoulders to muffle the cries as he exploded inside the quivering man still impaled by the german's shaft.
The heat inside the small bedroom was beating around the laxed bodies in its hold, it was only moments later that Schuldig realized he was probably crushing Aya with his weight; but when he went to move the pale beauty's arms came to snuggle themselves around the german's waist securely. Though sure Aya was lost somewhere between sleep and awareness, Schuldig let himself be drawn back against his lover's body. "..Don't go..anywhere.." the words registering under the Weiss leader's broken whispers before exhaustion took him into his arms, the german's lips trailed the maroon-creature's cheeks like feathers. "..No. " he said softly in a slurred whisper, " I'm not..ready to give him up.." soon enough Schuldig joined the ruby-lock male in sleep. The smell of sex was thick in the room, but it was like a burning reminder of..what they could share.