Chapter V:Hot Chilly Night

Die Walkürie…

I had been haunted by my dreams last night…visions of Aya, twisted inhumanely…images of Yoji and me, me and Aya, Yoji and Aya, in bizarre positions…and blood, lots and lots of blood.

Somehow, I couldn't help but blame Omi for all this. Why did he have to – …

I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. I mustn't think this way…I'm not even sure. Omi's a good kid, and though that file had created suspicions in us, he will forever be Weiss…

The picture of Omi, dressed in black, labeled with "Die Walkürie" flashed again in my mind, and Aya's words played over and over, "Die Walkürie. Die Walkürie…"

Then, I realized, I didn't even know anymore.

…..

Yoji was propped up in bed, concentrating on Pamela Anderson's body, glistening in all her nudity. The tightness in his pants didn't escape me. This was one of his "days".

I took the porn mag and threw it in his laundry.

"Hey! What's the big deal?"

I looked at him straight in the eye. In his brown confused eyes. "We have to talk."

"Okay," he said nonchalantly. "About what?"

"About last night."

"Oh, yeah!" he yawned and continued. "It had been a great party although it could've been better if there were some girls spending the night in my bed…"

I sighed to myself. He had no memory of what he did to me last night…Just as I thought.

"Uh…forget it!" I said, turning back. No use getting things straight with you.

I was about to turn the knob open when he chuckled and said in a low voice. A different voice. "I was just joking, Ken…I thought of no one else but you the whole night."

My head whipped back at him, and stared at Aya. I rubbed my eyes… Aya – all hungry and tempting. No doubt about it.

I couldn't stop myself as I flew towards him, my tears threatening to fall, and he caught me and trapped me in his strong embrace. How I would give up forever to stay in his arms!

I heard the door closing and the knob locking itself, but I couldn't care less. All I cared about was him.

I closed my eyes and slid my hands on his torso, my fingers memorizing every curve, afraid to lose them again. I placed my trembling fingers just above his heart, daring myself to accept whatever Truth there is, pumping life in Aya.

I felt a soft thud-thud… Seeing my confusion, he directed my ear over his chest, and erased my doubts as I clearly heard the beat of Life.

My teary eyes met his, questioning and hopeful.

"I asked God one night to be with you," he whispered. "One night to be alive… to be with who I love."

"So there is a God?"

"There is a God," he replied. "And tonight, He has been good to me."

He bent over me and as if in a fairy tale, his lips locked with mine, our tongues intertwining, tasting the flavor of Resurrection.

I was deeply surprised.

He was not how I imagined him to be. His lips were warm and his cheeks had a tint of pink… I had thought he would be cold and pale. I see I was wrong.

My hands continued to travel along his body – this body that I had thought I would never see again.

His nipples hardened at my touch and he moaned involuntarily when I pinched them.

"Ah, shit!" I screamed as he took his revenge on me…grinding his hips over mine, making me taut as ever.

Tired of waiting, we stripped each other naked…and I held my breath seeing how much I had aroused him. He was a man!

He chuckled, observing my gaze. "This is what you do to me, Ken…and more."

He laid me on the bed, showering my neck with kisses. I kept moaning as his sweet lips traveled, exploring everything in me, making him feel satisfied with the bliss he was giving me.

His hot tongue gliding all over me…wet, hot, teasing, incredibly delicious…

And then, an uncontrollable urge overcame me, and I violently rolled him onto his back which quite surprised him at first… but the moment I took his manhood in my mouth, all he could do was whimper.

I loved his taste – somewhat like a combination of honey and strawberry. That gooey mixture summing up all he felt for me. I taunted him with butterfly strokes, wetting him with all I could muster.

His hands gripped my hair, pushing me closer to him, wanting more of me. In that moment, I swallowed him whole, letting my tongue glide along his hard-rock shaft. Sucking, kissing, loving…

Then, I felt the rigidity take over him. He began to shudder and groan as release overwhelmed him. It all came gushing out. Love, lust, whatever you call it. I slurped him clean, squeezing his balls to empty it all.

Aya was breathing hard, gaping at me as I licked my lips, cleaning the cum left. Turned on, he kissed me hard and we both cleaned the cum with our tongues.

Suddenly, I felt his rough hands roll me over, on my stomach. Without warning, he inserted a saliva-slick finger in my behind, eliciting a scream from me. He began to move that finger slowly, as if soothing me.

"There…like that?" He said, continuing to rub into me.

"Hmmm…"

Just when I least expected it, he added a second…then third digit into me, and I felt as if dragons were bursting into my little virgin-hole. To add to the torture, he began to scissor the three fingers!

"For preparation, Ken," I heard Aya murmur. "Later, this aching sensation will be gone and in replacement, would be something unexplainable."

Sick fuck! It hurts like bloody hell, you moron! I started squirming under his heavy weight, trying to free myself from the pain that tore deep inside me, feeling the tears sting my face. I was sobbing violently.

Then, as if Mercy had miraculously dawned on him, he pulled out his fingers and kissed my tears away. "A little sacrifice for me…"

"Now, we enter heaven…" He spoke softly, as he spread my legs apart, raising my butt a bit, opening the entrance to our temporary high. He grunted as his arousal eased slowly in, me fitting him so perfectly and so tightly… The redhead couldn't control himself any longer as he rammed me from behind. I called out his name, in sheer pain…or pleasure? I don't know. I could feel his thick animal-like self in me, swimming in my juices, as I shrieked for dear life.

"You feel so tight, Ken," he whispered, pulling back halfway and pushing again.

Then somehow, he had reached the core of my desire, and the pain began to fade just as he had said. Lust had taken over me as I grinded my hips in rhythmic coordination with his.

"Can't ever get enough of you…" He was panting, with every thrust, filling me with all my needs.

"Yes… I'm yours…" I gasped, slipping my hand under him and stroking the throbbing length in time with his plunges. After that, he was running – sliding in and out of me in some kind of Jamaican beat, pumping and panting in our music, his hands clinging onto my buttocks for support.

"Shit, I'm coming…" He spat, groping for my throbbing erection. He started stroking quickly, stopping my breath for just a second. He pounded even harder, all the while caressing my length. I couldn't stop the wave of emotions sweeping me away; as I heard his satisfied roars and felt his hand complete my need. It was too much… and I climaxed hard, screaming out his name over and over. Suddenly, I felt him go rigid; his thrusts went faster and harder. Then, he was trembling, muscles tense, face flushed as he sprayed deep into me, filling me with sweet release… I could feel his hot ejaculation dripping down my legs, and his soft, barely recognizable groan… and I couldn't help but cry.

Aya slid out of me, tired and spent. But noticing the silver liquid flowing, he immediately cradled me in his arms. "Hush now, Ken… Was I too hard on you? I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to hurt…"

In spite of the hiccups and the hurting left, I grinned and managed to explain. "You don't have to be sorry, Aya. You were, yes, a bit hard on me…but the pleasure defeated the pain." I laughed softly and buried my head closer to him. "I cried because it had been perfect… so, so beautiful…"

"I love you, Ken."

"I love you, too," I replied, looking up at his dark mysterious loving eyes.

"Even beyond death?"

Silence pervaded the blissful moment. This was like making a deal with the devil. I faced his eyes, now glistening, and filled with confusion and disappointment… To hell with the devil!

I kissed him. Hard.

Even beyond death…