Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, possible violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or fluff and/or smut

Disclaimer: I wish.

Weiss Geräusche

'Aya,

Have you found anything new about Aya-chan? I haven't been able to dig up anything yet. I'll keep looking for you.

Love,

Omi'

Shuichi quietly closed the door behind him and sagged against it heavily.

Just as when he'd been a formal member of Weiss, it could frequently take days and weeks of planning. When the actual time came to run a mission it could be over in mere hours, or even in some cases, minutes. And never had he completed a mission that had left him feeling more hollow and empty as the one he had just finished.

He raised his hands to scrub his face furiously, blinking back the tears that threatened. He wasn't supposed to be able to pity the bad guy, to feel bad for them. And yet, when he'd pulled the trigger that had ended Mika Seguchi's life earlier that night that's exactly how he felt.

A glance through the darkness at the gleaming clock on the VCR showed him that it was only a bit after midnight. Had he really only discovered her involvement earlier that evening? It seemed like an eternity ago. He sighed and pushed himself upright.

Shuichi stumbled toward his bedroom, stripping as he made his way to his bedroom, leaving his clothes in a pathetic trail behind him. He also left equipment in the black sports bag he'd dumped by the door as soon as he stepped inside his apartment. He'd have to pick it all up. Later. Probably before nine since that's about when crazed Americans would start descending on his door. Something told him K-san would recognize the lingering scent of blood that hovered around the innocent looking bag, even though he'd cleaned his equipment when he'd dropped by Hiro's to leave the encrypted disk he'd gotten from Mika with Nagi.

He reached his bedroom door and hesitated. His room wasn't empty. Reaching out he clicked the light to turn it on. He had a moment to regret his habit of stripping down as soon as he made it home for the night. Dressed in only his boxers, he no longer had his darts on hand. Although he did have several dart boards in his room in case he needed some easy weapons. It didn't come on immediately so he slowly turned the dial, bathing the room in a dim hazy glow and relaxed at the sight that greeted him. There, in his bed, was the youngest member of his band, sleeping soundly.

Suguru was on his side, practically wrapped around Shuichi's pillow. One hand was loosely balled beneath his chin, while the other clutched his fluffy pillow to his thin chest. Blankets twisted and draped over his waist spilled over onto the floor. The white t-shirt he was wearing had ridden up his side revealing a pale flash of skin. All in all, the picture the sleeping boy presented was… cute.

And wouldn't he be thrilled to hear that?

Shuichi stifled the urge to grin at the thought, already imagining the younger boy's reaction if he told him. Sugar would probably lob something at his head and simmer until Shuichi came up with a way to distract him from his temper. Shu did grin now. This was why. This was why he was willing to do anything to keep Suguru safe and happy. The realization eased the weight on his heart just the slightest bit.

Shu stepped closer to the bed, and giving in to the urge that he'd had ever since he'd first realized the other boy was curled up in his bed for all the world like an oversized kitten, lightly ran the back of his fingers over the soft skin of Sugar's cheek. The sleeping boy's nose wrinkled and Shuichi would swear before witness that the silky lips tugged into a deliciously adorable pout. He felt a low tug in his stomach at the action.

Drowsy eyes, melted chocolate glazed with warm honey, opened to stare up at him from a sleep flushed face. It took him a second to get his bearings but Suguru finally seemed to realize who Shuichi was. Shuichi had half expected Suguru to start screaming at him the moment he woke up, so the boy's next action took him by surprise. Suguru closed his eyes and his head to lean into Shuichi's touch, nuzzling the palm of his hand. The impression of a kitten was stronger than ever.

"Nagi told me about it," Suguru opened his eyes to stare up at him.

"Is that why you're here?" the pink singer wondered out loud.

"After you called to say you wouldn't make it for movies Hiro suggested moving the sleep over to his place. They invited me, but I wanted to wait for you to get back."

He dropped his hand, uncomfortable with the casual comfort that Suguru displayed so freely in his presence. He'd killed someone only a couple of hours before, he had no right to be trusted. And yet, he was grateful that while the other boy knew about what he did, he didn't truly understand what he was. Omi wasn't sure he could bear it if he ever looked up and saw condemnation in the other boy's gaze. The thought caught in his mind, and without realizing it, Shuichi began to avoid Suguru's gaze.

"I'm glad you did," he murmured stepping away to dig some clothes out of his closet. And he was glad. Even if he felt horrible about it. Shu could feel Sugar watching him thoughtfully from where continued to lay on the bed. Suguru rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows to keep Shuichi in his line of sight more easily.

"Shu, what's wrong?" Suguru asked. There was a second's hesitation before the keyboardist asked in a small voice, "Are you mad because I asked Nagi about her?"

The other boy was sensitive enough to feel his withdrawal, but he was confused about why Shuichi was being so distant all of a sudden. The assassin felt a pang of guilt. It was, he mused wryly just one more reason to hate himself and everything he was.

"No, you had a right to know about that. I'm upset because… I'm sorry."

Shuichi turned to Suguru clutching the clothes he'd picked out to his chest. Suguru pushed himself upright into a sitting position so he would be more level with the singer while he spoke.

"Why?"

"Because I promised you I would protect Seguchi-san, but I think I may have hurt him tonight," Shuichi murmured. He waited worriedly for the other boy's reaction. He didn't have wait long. Every single muscle in Suguru's body seemed to tense at the mention of Seguchi, and a frown immediately tugged at his lips.

"What do you mean? Shuichi, what did you do?"

"I killed Mika Seguchi," Shuichi admitted in a small voice.

"Holy shit!" Suguru whispered. He fell back in numb amazement for a full second before he pushed himself upright again. "You killed my cousin's wife! What the hell for!" Suguru demanded incredulously.

Shuichi stared right back in shock himself, although for a completely different reason.

'Cousin's wife?' he repeated in his head, turning that thought over.

A large part of why he'd held himself back from making any moves on Suguru was because he was waiting to see if the younger boy was willing to get over whatever he felt for the Tohma Seguchi. He'd known for ages that Suguru practically worshipped the older man, that he loved him. He had been so determined to respect the boy's feelings that it had never occurred to him to look more deeply into their connection to each other.

The irony of the situation struck him, and he started to giggle somewhat hysterically.

"Shuichi! It's not funny!" Suguru stared at him as if wondering if he'd lost his mind. Maybe he had.

"I'm sorry," he gasped trying to get himself under control, "I'm not laughing that I killed her, I just, you're reaction… I wasn't expecting it." Shuichi grew serious. He dropped his clothes on his desk chair.

"Mika's job as a contact was to feed any information that she gathered to Esset. Not simply about NG, but about people in general. Her position as Seguchi's wife put her in a very convenient position to learn things. But she was also supposed to make sure that if at any point Tohma became a threat to Esset, or her cover that she was supposed to arrange to have him eliminated. This also ensured that if the Wunder X research was ever discovered that they'd have the perfect scapegoat. She was the one who had your father hire all those assassin teams. I had to kill her Suguru, she asked me to," he finished simply.

"She- Wait, run that one by me again?" Suguru shook his head, looking lost.

Shuichi flopped down on the bed with his hands cradled behind his head. His feet dangled over the edge of the bed, and he stared up at the Nittle Grasper poster on his ceiling.

"She. Asked. Me. To. Kill. Her." Omi repeated slowly. Suguru leaned over to look down at him.

"Why?"

"When she first agreed to take the job for Esset she was angry with Tohma. She blamed him for whatever happened to her brother in New York, so in her pain, she agreed. Unfortunately, living and working with Tohma over the years, she grew to love him in her own way. She didn't want him hurt, but she couldn't back out of her agreement with Esset or her brother would suffer for it. So her solution was to have me kill her so she couldn't hurt Tohma and Esset wouldn't care about her brother anymore."

There was another reason she'd wanted to die, but that one was too painful for him to think about just yet. One he hoped Tohma never found out about.

"I wonder," Suguru muttered worriedly, "I wonder how Tohma is going to take all of this? He keeps a pretty close eye on things going on around him, I can't imagine being able to keep this from him forever."

"There's no telling. I'm just here to keep him alive, and do as much damage control as I'm able."

"Thank you," the words were as impulsive as the action that accompanied them. Shuichi blinked when he found Suguru perched on his chest.

"Because I killed someone?" Omi lifted a brow. He brought his hands up to rest on top of Suguru's legs in an automatic gesture. The shorts Suguru had on belonged to him. He almost never wore them since they were almost too small to wear anymore. They fit Suguru perfectly, Omi noted idly.

"Because you've been trying to protect us. Even though it hurts you."

"It doesn't-" the words caught in his throat when he saw a dark eyebrow lift over knowing eyes. Maybe Suguru understood what he was better than he thought. Omi swallowed hard at the determined look that settled onto Suguru's face.

How, he wondered fleetingly, had he ever believed that he was the dangerous one here?

(Lemoness Begins)

Thoughts dissolved as nimble fingers threaded through his hair and lips settled against his in a quiet demand. His hands convulsed bruisingly around Suguru's thighs. He raised his own head and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He moaned as Suguru slipped back, breaking their kiss as he brought their hips in alignment.

"Sugar!" he gasped out as the lithe body that rode above him ground against him.

Their bodies pushed, grinding against each other with desire that they'd held in check for weeks now. Shuichi planted his teeth in Suguru's flesh everywhere he could reach, tiny nips and bites that were soothed with a deft tongue.

While Suguru was distracted Shuichi twisted up, grabbing and tumbling with him until the younger boy was splayed beneath him on the bed. Somewhere along the way Suguru had lost the oversized t-shirt, and the flush that stained his cheeks spread across delicately along his neck. Shuichi paused to stare down at him, hungrily drinking in the sight. Red marks were blooming all over his pale flesh. Maybe he'd gotten a bit carried away trying to taste every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, the singer mused.

"You stopped last time. I swear if you stop again, I'm going to inflict some grievous bodily harm on you," Suguru panted when Shuichi didn't immediately continue his ministrations.

Shuichi ran his tongue across his teeth. Grievous bodily harm, huh?

"Ah Sugar, how can I resist when you whisper such sweetness to me?" Shu grinned down at him.

"Don't you dare crack jokes right now," Suguru warned in a low growl. "Seriously grievous bodily harm, I mean it!"

"Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

Anything that Suguru might have said in response was lost when Shuichi's began to lick a hot trail down his chest toward the band of his shorts, fingers reverently tracing his exposed skin. Shu paused when he reached the elastic and hesitated, glancing up the line of Suguru's body towards his face. The green haired teen blushed when he realized that his lover was waiting for his decision.

"Am I going to have to do everything myself?" Suguru panted impatiently, but the heated look he gave Shu held all the encouragement he needed. Suguru's head fell back, tossing restlessly against pillow as Shuichi's hands moved over him.

The shorts came off and Suguru slid easily into his hand. Suguru's cock felt different than his own and Shuichi explored it with his fingertips, learning the feel of it. The slender body beneath him arched off the bed, hips pushing into the contact. He dipped to experimentally swirl his tongue over the ridged head. He licked his lips in consideration before deciding that he quite liked the salty taste of the smaller boy. And the smaller boy seemed to quite enjoy him tasting him if the little noises he was making was any indication.

Growing more confident Shu pulled him into his mouth, inch by inch with agonizing slowness. Pianist hands clutched helplessly at the striped sheets of his bed, and whimpering cries filled his small bedroom.

Sensing that Suguru was dangerously close to orgasm he pulled away and shifted until he was settled beside the younger boy. Suguru's sobbed at the sudden loss of contact, his eyes snapped open to stare with desperate confusion. Shuichi grabbed the slender hands that reached to finish what he had started. He pinned the wrists together above the green hair. Unconsciously the keyboardist began to squirm against the sheets, seeking release, shifting closer to the vocalist to try and regain that lost contact. He risked letting go with one hand to reach down and hold a hip still.

"Shu," Suguru began to struggle. "I need- I need… please."

"You beg so prettily, you know that Sugar?" the pink haired boy murmured with a wicked gleam in his violet eyes.

Gold glared back up at him. He wanted to grin at the mayhem promised by the other boy's look, but he was feeling a little desperate himself by this point. His own erection pressed demandingly against his boyfriend's hip. The soft cotton was an irritant against his overly sensitive flesh and he wanted it off. But that wasn't going to happen until he knew that the other boy was certain he wanted to finish this. That was why he stopped, he remembered. A wave of hesitation washed over him, and his hand gentled on the delicate wrists he held captured. His other hand stroked along the quivering muscles of Suguru's stomach, barely brushing the edge of curling black hair.

"Suguru," he brushed his lips against slender column of neck. The other boy seemed to sense the abrupt shift in his mood and stilled. "Are you sure about this? Really sure?"

"Yes, Shuichi, I'm really sure," Suguru answered slowly, in a completely coherent and reasonable tone of voice. Suguru managed to yank one of his hands free and began to tug impatiently at Shuichi's boxers. Shuichi lifted his hips to allow him better access. "Now is there any reason you stopped at the good part of things to ask me such an inane question?" He let the boy toss his boxers somewhere off to the side.

"Well I was just wondering, since I don't have any lotion or anything that if we do this we're going to have to get creative about making it work." Shuichi's voice was irritatingly cheerful now that he was reassured that the other boy really was okay with what they were going to be doing.

"Oh." Suguru blinked, obviously not considering the practical side of matters. Then he realized what Shuichi was getting at and blushed. "Oh."

"It's alright, I have an idea," Shuichi reassured him, allowing his hand to wander back down to start stroking him back to that blinding edge once more. Suguru's eyes glazed over.

"Okay then. I'll just… leave you to it then." The words came out on a sigh. Suguru was being awfully agreeable at the moment. It made Shuichi grin.

The pink haired boy watched in growing awe as the pleasure spread across Suguru's flushed face.

"I'm going to… Shu I can't hold on," Suguru whimpered out as he bucked into the singer's palm.

Keening moans erupted from his lips even as milky white began to erupt from the head of his cock. Shuichi bit his lip as the sight nearly made him lose it too. He couldn't quite keep his own hips still, a delicious friction for his aching erection. But he forced himself to pull away and sit upright.

Shuichi began to gather as much of the sticky wetness as possible. He leaned over Suguru who lay there spent and trembling.

"Hey Sugar, can you roll over for me?" he whispered against one pale ear. Shu's tongue dipped out and traced the shell causing Suguru to shiver.

"I would if I had any bones," Suguru mumbled. He didn't bother opening his eyes. "Or muscles in my legs for that matter. Give me a second."

Shuichi chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"It only gets better from here," he teased. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"

"I can handle anything you can dish out," Suguru opened his eyes to narrow slits. Then he noticed the smile that was tugging at Shuichi's lips. An answering smile tugged at his own. "It gets even better huh?"

"Turn over and I'll show you," Shuichi promised. Then proceeded to show his lover how much better it could get.

(Lemoness Ends)

Shuichi wasn't aware of falling asleep, until he found himself dragged from pleasant dreams by a soft beeping. He considered ignoring it, but he knew that was his cell phone and someone had left him a message. The damn thing would keep beeping until he actually figured out where he dumped it and pressed the button to shut it off. He lifted his head and stared down at his bed partner, and suddenly realized that it hadn't all been a dream.

He felt a goofy smile spread across his face as he watched his sleeping boyfriend. Then winced as another beep reminded him of why he had woken up to begin with. Moving carefully so as to not wake up Sugar he carefully untangled his limbs and quietly slipped from the bed to search for the freaking phone. Suguru made a soft noise of protest, and wrapped himself around the vacated pillow, but didn't wake up.

He found the phone sitting on top of his black bag, and made a mental note to move it before he crawled back into bed. The VCR said it was only five fifty. So he still had some time, he noted idly. He flicked his phone open and check to see who the message was from.

Prodigy.

His eyes narrowed and he pressed the button to enter the text message. Hm, looks like Nagi managed to crack the disk. The info had been mailed to him about five minutes ago. Shuichi shut his phone off and padded back into his bed room to his computer. A quick glance at Suguru after he turned it on to make sure the light didn't wake him up. The boy scrunched his face up a bit and rolled over still clutching the pillow tightly to his chest.

How cyute! Shuichi snickered silently and turned his attention back to his monitor.

Plans for a Project Z Class. Hm. Looks like before they determined that cloning outright was the best decision Esset had attempted to use Masafumi Taketori's research to enhance a selection of non-Talent Esset agents. The success was minimal. Only some of the test subjects managed to survive the introduction of foreign DNA into their genetic makeup.

A few clicks later and he had a list of names spread out in front of him marking whether each subject was a success or failure. Along with the name of the psychic that 'donated' the DNA, the abilities and strength ranking of said psychic. Omi lifted a brow. He couldn't believe someone was careless enough to keep all this information on file. Interesting, but not particularly useful. He scrolled down…

"Fuck. Me," Shuichi swore softly, with feeling.

On the glowing screen were the words:
Test Subject: Taki Aizawa (22)
Test Donor: The Berserker (23)
Talent: Psychometabolic Rank 7
DNA Integration: Successful
Acquired Abilities: Rapid Recovery/Self Resuscitation