A/N: Warning! Extremely graphic yaoi you-know-what scenes…whew! Thank god this time I remembered to change the rating! I had to write this part to stabilize Aya and Ken's love or whatever okay? And this preps the killing scenes later on! (yeah! Gore!)

Chapter X:One Last Time

It all came too fast, too suddenly. The torrent of anguish blasting into our once-placid lives left another scar into our already-marred hearts.

Body found dead…three days ago…Manx…

"Suicide?" Yoji asked in despair when he heard the news.

"I don't know…" I replied, softly. Unfortunately, I was the one who received Kritiker's sad report.

"Twilight…" Omi mumbled loud enough for us to hear, slamming the door as he headed to the privacy of his room.

"Omi!" I called after him, knowing I wouldn't triumph anyway. The boy was getting even more hard-headed and losing his cool as the days passed.

Yoji's eyes followed Omi's exit, carrying a pain and longing for the kid I couldn't decipher. I passed it off for pity. "I didn't know Omi was this affected," I started, starting to clean the counter. "I guess Manx really served as Omi's mother figure…Poor kid!"

Yoji remained quiet, fidgeting with a few buds here and there. Weird, since he was more of the joker, the optimist, in the team.

Déjavu suddenly seized me, and I couldn't stop the same emotions flooding back. Days spent on useless daydreams and nights wasted on countless tears as Aya's memory continuously gnawed at me. It had been quite a while since that night we had made love… I know borrowing was all Aya could do – borrowing Yoji's body and borrowing the Big Boss's time. It actually hurt more saying goodbye to him all over again. But he had promised that he will return…and being the shithead that I am, I believed in him.

Silently, I closed the shop, and walked to my room. I hated the stench of Death… I may have grown accustomed to it since it was part of our job…but familiarity couldn't alter my disgust towards that complicated enigma called dying.

"Where are you going?"

I halted just before my door, noticing only now that Yoji had followed my tracks. I faced him and said, "I want to find solace…"

Yoji took a step towards me. I held out a hand just in time to stop him. Quickly, I entered my room, hoping he got the hint. Yoji was fun to be with. He lifted up everyone's spirits with his quirky smiles and tales of "conquest"… But he wasn't who I needed now.

But the blonde had barged into my room, angrily shouting, "You're not the only one who's hurt, Ken… Don't be selfish!"

"I want to mourn…" I calmly said, turning my back to him.

But he seized me, cradled me in his arms, and whispered in my ear, "Then let's mourn together…"

It was only then that all my defenses crumbled; my "reserved" shield shattered. I buried myself in his chest, wetting him with tears that wouldn't cease flowing. "It's so difficult now…" I mumbled between hiccups.

"Not really…" Yoji opposed. "It's all monotonous bullshit."

I softly laughed, glancing up at him…only to shock myself out of my briefs (as if I wear them).

His eyes crinkled when he smiled – one jade, the other amethyst. "Surprised?"

I groped for words but they wouldn't come out. I stumbled back, not quite sure of this unnatural phenomenon before my very eyes. Not that I hadn't experienced this before… it's just that the last time…I saw Yoji as Aya. Now, I see them both in one body!

"Don't be afraid, Kenken…" Yoji/Aya soothed me, taking my mildly shaking hand.

"I-uh…I'm not, Yoji…" I hesitantly said, slowly slipping out of his grasp. "Or Aya?" I added quickly.

Yoji/Aya chuckled, now gripping my arm a little bit stronger. "I couldn't take control of him completely this time… But it's still me…"

"Although I hear you, it's Yoji I see…"

"And?" Yoji/Aya asked, guiding me into a corner. No, trapping me…

I sighed in retreat. No sense playing around with him. I confessed, "I feel as if Yoji's eye is watching me…it's like riding a guilt trip…"

"But you're ashamed now?" Yoji/Aya questioned in a cocky sort of way. "Need I remind you that this is the same scenario in Mama Mia's restroom?" He was pinning me to the wall, crushing my body beneath his heavy weight. "You had almost given in, then…"

That was different! I wanted to scream at him and spit at his oh-so-goddamn-beautiful face for thinking what he was thinking. How could he, even for a second, think that…? Well, let him think that way!

I turned my face to the side, ignoring his remark. Shit, Ken! Don't cry…don't you even dare! Don't t –

I sighed in abrupt pleasure and utter surrender as Aya turned my face back at him, attacking me with a wild, searing kiss. I gasped in his mouth as our tongues made contact, releasing a jolt of electricity that made me jerk. I felt his velvety wetness delving mine, and the anger that had burned in me a while ago melted instantaneously. I love Aya…and damn him! I want him right here, right now!

At the wrong time, he raised his lips from mine and grinned, a bit wickedly. "Was that Yoji?"

All I could do was whimper. Come back to me! Come back in me…

Aya pushed his body even closer to me, purposely spreading my legs apart…and the bulge throbbing in between was impossible to ignore. "Now… does this feel like Yoji?"

"Aya," I breathed, closing my eyes in carnal ascent. I encircled my arms around his neck, somewhat afraid that if I don't, I'd lose him again… Not to mention, my knees were killing me and sooner or later, my whole body would give away.

His mouth continued to relish mine, his tongue probing and discovering flavors I never even knew was within me. Our heavy breathing mingled as we both intoxicated ourselves in worship. His touch reached my neck, lapping at it with eagerness, and I, the submissive lover, urged him on.

"What do you wish for, Ken?" Yoji/Aya said softly, his lips grazing back up my lips, then my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, and back to my quite swollen lips.

"Aya!" I gasped, eyes still closed, clutching at him protectively. Sorry, Manx, but I couldn't afford to lose him again. "Aya Aya Aya Aya…"

Yoji/Aya cupped my chin, holding me tightly by the waist with the other arm, and whispered, "Open your eyes now, sweet little angel…"

Taking the time, my eyelids fluttered open; and witnessing the power of the Big Boss, tears welled in my eyes. There was no mistaking the tuft of red hair…the pale skin, the sharp features…those damn sexy lilac eyes. "Aya! How…"

The redhead silenced me with more of his kisses…more of the touches that consumed me in a way only he can…more of that love I couldn't contain, which flooded my whole being…maybe even too much than I could ever offer.

I could feel Aya edging away from me, and I whined at the loss. I looked at him and found a hunger with such intensity, I bet, radiated for miles. He started to unbutton my polo shirt despite my weak pleas of protest…eyes boring into me, persuading me to give in.

"Aya…" I started to object, although obviously enjoying the gust of cold air slapping against my skin. "Are you sure? I mean, we were supposed to mourn in honor of Manx's passing…"

Aya stopped what he was doing, and gazed into me. Then, he replied, "Manx wouldn't want us to be sad…and knowing that strong-willed bitch, she'd understand…" He paused, eyelids lowering. "I don't know when He would take me back…never really mentioned when…"

The only sound I heard was my pounding heart. No! It's too early! Aya and I haven't even spent much time together. Our rendezvous had all been swift moments of unspoken words and devotion expressed only through glances and touches. We have to use every second of our time… and I comforted him with a passionate embrace. "Do not leave me again…" I pleaded, knowing deep inside, one day, he will…whether we like it or not.

Gently, Aya guided me to the bed, laying me down as if I was made of porcelain. He peeled off his clothes (Yoji's, actually), and gave me one of those rare smiles of his…the ones he only used at the peak of bloodlust, for his sister, and now, in the middle of our lovemaking as he delighted at the sight of me, anticipating his next move…ready for whatever it may be.

Hovering over me, he expertly unclothed me, kissing every inch of my exposed skin, all the while rocking his hips against mine. It was all he had to do to release everything I had hidden. He began running his hands along my sides, sending goosebumps on my skin. He raised my arms above my head, and using his oh-so-sweet tongue, traced a path from my navel up my rock-hard nipples. I moaned again and again at the feeling of hot liquid lolling against those precious tiny gems. His tongue made slow sensual circles around a nipple while he simultaneously pinched the other. Then, my body convulsed when he began to suck them alternately, as if following some kind of exotic pattern.

He was about to go lower, all the way down until I fought him, freeing myself and shifting our positions where I dominated over him.

"Now it's my turn to enslave you, you little fuck-fuck!" I exclaimed, not regarding how completely slutty I sounded. I slid closer to him, straddling him to my desired angle (180° if possible). I blushed and rephrased, "I mean, let me give you a taste of your own medicine…"

Horny amusement replaced the shock which colored Aya's face. He slacked off, snuggling to his comfort, way prepared than I was.

Hesitantly, I grasped his long hard shaft, licking my lips as the thought of vanilla flooded my senses. Without further ado, my hot mouth enveloped him, teasing him with licks and tugging at his balls with small bites. Aya groaned in sheer bliss, putting a leg over my head, pressing down gently, driving himself deeper. In a swift motion, I sucked him hard, feeling the tip of his manhood at the back of my throat, threatening to be swallowed.

He could feel the white heat flowing from his balls to his dick, twitching in my mouth, seconds away from release… and then he climaxed, pulling at my hair, screaming my name as I slurped milky Double Dutch-flavored love, nuzzling the two dangling morsels.

I looked up at him questioningly; his cum streaming down my chin. Well?

The redhead was panting, still short of breath, but leering. The little kid was growing up… "Better than I prayed for…"

My spirits soared. Aya loved me! Aya l – My thoughts were interrupted in mid-sentence as my lover unexpectedly exchanged places with me. "But there's still a lot more to learn…" he remarked, lying on top of me. "I want to see your lust-induced eyes when I take you, sweet Kenken…"

I shuddered, eyes widening in comprehension. Flashes of his taut manhood, those slick fingers, of our first night passed before my eyes… I sighed deeply and grinned lazily, yearning for him inside me. Take me now, Aya…or whenever you want to…

Aya beamed in silent understanding. Unable to stop his emotions any longer, he stuck a lubed finger into my spread ass, caressing and stretching the soft flesh.

"More…" A throaty plead escaped my lips, making Aya even harder. The redhead dipped two more fingers consecutively, rubbing faster, seeking that heavenly spot… As if that was hard to find… Aya mused, loving the sound of gurgling cries. Ken's volume will direct me to where it is…

Yes, he found it, almost tempted to finger me until my release. Slipping his hands under my squirming buttocks, he slowly entered me…almost sliding out because of the incredible tightness resembling that of a virgin. Control was lost as he began to thrust… Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! …Thrusting with all his might as our juices mixed into one.

I moved in rhythm with him, encircling his waist with my legs, pushing him closer, making soft yelps of passion. I stiffened in spasmodic jerks as I felt Aya's arousal slide in and out of me…pushing into my very core.

"Ooh…This…feels so…mind-blowing, Ken…" Aya panted, grinding his hips to intensify our already-heightened emotions.

Our cries became louder and louder, gradually turning into a beautiful duet only lovers could understand.

As much as Aya wanted it to last, he felt the clutches of orgasm grip him…his balls began to tingle and tighten…signs that he was about to come. He sought my hardness, sighing at the feel of it throbbing in his hands.

"Aya…"

He stroked my erection, teasingly slow at first and then speeding up like some kind of crescendo. He shoved faster and deeper, more savage than a wild beast…and I loved every minute of his penetration.

Fervor was spilling over… I lost myself in climax as it all burst out from me…my hot seed wetting both of us. Aya followed suit, bringing me to a kind of afterclimax state as he released everything, coating my insides with cum, convulsing uncontrollably, torn by desire.

My eyes closed by themselves, reminiscing the sweet moment. My mind rewinding our love over and over…mastering the face of my beautiful Aya, mouth agape, cheeks flushed, in rapture.

Aya kissed me, inviting me to an embrace I know would last forever. I cuddled closer, watching his still-heaving chest through insanely-drugged eyes. Aya was like a drug…better even. But his love surpasses every high, even the state of Nirvana…

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Omi's POV

Alone…I am all alone now…

Crawford is dead. Schwarz is dead. Aya is dead. Manx is dead. Ken is helplessly controlled and will surely be dead. Yoji is… I know I had done a lot of unforgivable things in this rotten life of mine. Maybe this was what they call karma…and if this was karma, I'm truly sorry I even tried.

Alone…I am all alone now…

…and this is all Twilight's fault.

He will die. It's his turn now.

……

"Ken?" Out of the blue, Aya asked me, "How many times have I told you I loved you?"

I smiled and cuddled against our still entwined bodies. "Let's see… a hundred? No! A thousand times!"

He gave me a sneaky smile. "Make that a thousand and one…" He rolled on top of me, locking his arms around my sweat-bathed body…and said, "I love you, Ken."

Without waiting for me to answer, his lips reclaimed mine, sending me to another cruise to paradise. I love you, Aya… I could feel, hear, savor that love…love that even Death couldn't destroy. You hear that, Death! You tried and you never could destroy our love! And you never will!

With just a kiss, I knew everything about my bitchy little Aya… I could feel his growing excitement, his overflowing passion… and pain…

Pain?

Aya's guttural scream snapped me back to reality…and the sight of blood was too much to bear. Instantly, Aya jumped off the bed, out of my arms, to face the sick fuck who stabbed him in the back, body positioned in defense, ready for combat…

"How many times do we have to do this again?" Aya hollered upon seeing the attacker who seemed unperturbed nevertheless.

My cries were hollow as the sight of Aya's assailant crushed my heart with no greater terror. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Death's vile laughter mocking me a second time around…

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A/N: Whew! Read and review please! )