Name: Androgene

Website: www.envy.nu/androgene

Email: androgene@lycos.com

Title: The Wolf and the Abyssinian - Act 3

Summary: a Rurouni Kenshin and WeiB Kreuz crossover, with both worlds fused into an alternate one.

Date of completion: 24 November 2001

Category: Drama, action, yaoi, lemon

Pairings: SaitoxAya, hints of YohjixAya

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: All characters belong to their individual creators. Rurouni Kenshin™ is created by Nobuhiro Watsuki and WeiB Kreuz™ is created by Takehito Koyasu and Project WeiB. I don't own them and I don't profit from using these characters.

Author's comments: This is my lemon, so please be gentle. I had such a hard time writing those scenes.

Warning: This is a yaoi story, meaning it had homosexual themes in it. There are sex scenes in this act. If you are uncomfortable with it, don't read it. It's as simple as that.

~ The Wolf & The Abyssinian ~

a WeiB Kreuz-Ruroni Kenshin crossover

Act Three Scene One

Aya peered carefully through the small gap in the wood-and-paper sliding door. Seeing that the hallway was empty, he slipped out of the bedroom. Clad in a white button-down shirt and blue jeans one size too big for him, he padded on silent bare feet to the wooden staircase.

He must get out of here. Injury or not, he cannot afford to remain prisoner to someone wanting to know more about Kritiker. So what if the man claimed he was an undercover vigilante? Aya had no proof that he wasn't working for Takeda. At any rate, Aya had no wish to mix up with someone who smelled of more blood than him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Aya whirled around when he heard the lazy voice. He glared at the tall form of Saito as he entered the house, toeing off his black leather shoes before stepping in. He didn't wait for the other man to approach.

Aya turned tail and ran. He was almost across the living room when someone heavy and strong tackled him to the floor. Aya let out a grunt of pain as he crashed to the wooden floor. Immediately he began to scuffle with his captor. Striking back with his elbow, he felt the bony junction connect with something hard. Aya twisted around, his other fist lashing out. A white-gloved hand blocked his punch, pushed his arm upward and pinned it above his head. His other arm was similarly caught and pinioned. Aya immediately began trying to buck him off.

"Get off me!"

In reply, Saito rested his full weight on Aya's thrashing body, entangling the younger man's legs with his own.

"Teme!" Aya snarled, hating the feel of being overpowered, at the helpless mercy of this particular man. Saito's brows rose in amusement as he listened to the string of blistering curses Aya was hurling at him. "Get off!"

"Iie."

"Bastard!" Aya hissed.

"That I am," Saito agreed amiably. Ever so casually, he used his legs to force Aya's thighs apart, nestling his pelvis intimately against the thrashing hips beneath him.

Aya froze instantly, eyes widening with shock when he felt the semi-hardness pressing into his inner thighs. "Wh-you…damn it, get off me!"

"And I said no," Saito responded calmly.

Aya began to struggle again.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll quit that."

Aya stilled at once. Panting from his exertions, he glared sullenly up at the older man, purple eyes snapping with barely restrained anger and…Saito tipped his head imperceptibly…was that growing apprehension as well?

Well, now…

Unbelievable as it might be, it seemed that the redheaded kitten was untouched. Saito smiled, a predatory seductive smile that sent shivers down Aya's spine. "Have you thought about my offer, kitten?"

"You won't get Kritiker's secrets from me," Aya retorted. "And don't call me kitten, old man."

Ouch.

Just for that, Saito decided to give him a harder time.

"Your loss." He grinned wickedly down at his redheaded prisoner. "I'll just have to…'persuade' you."

Aya's breath caught and a full blush instantly heated his cheeks as Saito shifted above him until he was lying fully on top of the redhead. His heart began racing wildly, almost bursting out of his ribcage, as Saito lowered his head.

"Don't -"

A hard mouth cut through his protest and sealed their lips together. Aya's thoughts promptly scattered to the four winds as thin lips expertly moved over his, stroking and caressing. The smell of cigarette smoke and just beneath it the overwhelmingly masculine musk went straight to his head, shutting his thought processes down. Aya relaxed, eyes involuntarily falling shut. Teeth nipping along his bottom lip coaxed his mouth to open and he unconsciously obeyed.

Saito immediately took advantage and delved deeply into the moist cavern. Aya whimpered and trembled as the slick solid warmth explored every bit of his mouth, igniting a fire he never knew existed. He lifted his head up as Saito slanted over his mouth again and again, giving himself up to the domineering passion and lust crashing over him.

As for Saito, he couldn't get enough of the taste of the younger man. He never expected the taste to be so…addictive. Sweetness, spice, the bite of sharp steel and darkness, it was all there in an intriguing mix that engulfed his senses. He ravaged that soft succulent mouth unceasingly, trying to get every bit of that intoxicating taste.

With a hiss of pleasure, Saito broke the kiss for air, his breathing ragged. Beneath him, Aya whined softly in disappointment. Saito smirked; pleased at the response he wrought. The younger man was a vision to behold - a rosy blush staining his high cheekbones, lips wet and swollen from their kiss and parted invitingly as he panted. Purple eyes fluttered open, the flashing brightness of anger darkened to cloudy passion.

Saito lifted one hand. With his teeth, he pulled off the white glove and tossed it aside. He bent to recapture those soft lips again as his hand caressed down the length of the trim pliant body and back up, underneath the white shirt. Aya moaned and quivered, the touch on his bare skin stoking the fire within him even higher. He jumped when an errant thumb brushed across his nipple.

Saito tore his mouth away, head ducking to nuzzle and kiss along the younger man's neck, even as he deftly unbuttoned the white shirt. A loud groan involuntarily escaped Aya as his head fell back, allowing the older man greater access to his neck. His body arched up, unconsciously grounding his erection against the hard-on pressing so intimately against his pelvis. Nipping down the white column of neck to the collarbone, Saito stroked the pale white chest exposed to his view. He licked the bared skin, enjoying the shudder running through the lithe young body, and teased a pale pink nipple into a hard nub with his fingers.

Whimpering in pleasure and growing need, Aya twisted beneath his sensual touch, nerves set on fire as Saito stroked and caressed him into arousal.

Saito went back up to his neck again.

"Do you like that?" he whispered into a perfect shell of an ear. Teeth nipped along the lobe, ending with a wet exploration of his ear. "Do you want more?"

Dazed purple eyes opened. "More…?"

Perversely, Saito stopped his ministering. He even pulled back a little, smirking at the frustrated whine from the younger man.

"Don't stop…"

"Tell me your name." Saito returned to the willing young man again, teasing the sensitive column of his neck with nipping kisses and licks. "What is your name, kitten?"

"You won't get - oh!" Aya cried out and shuddered as Saito sank his teeth into the cluster of oversensitive nerve bundle between his neck and shoulder.

"More?" Saito licked the sting to soothe it.

"More…"

"Name, WeiB. Tell me your name."

At this point, whatever fight or resistance Aya had has gone out of the window. Completely swamped by his lust, he could do nothing, think of nothing except to satisfy his increasing lust.

"A-aya," he gasped out. "Fujimiya Aya."

"Aya," Saito repeated. It was a girl's name but somehow it suited the redheaded beauty underneath him very well. He cupped the pale flushed face. "Saito Hajime. Nice to meet you, Aya. Let's continue this game somewhere more comfortable, shall we?"

Aya blinked dazedly as Saito suddenly pulled away from him. Next thing he knew, he was hoisted over a broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. A frisson of anger dampened some of his passion.

"Put me down!"

"When we get to our destination."

"Bastard!"

"I think you said that already, kitten." Saito dropped his seething burden onto the futon. He remained standing for a moment longer, enjoying the tempting sight.

Disheveled blood-silk hair against pale smooth skin. Fine-boned cheeks flushed with passion and excitement, the compact limbs trembling. The white shirt had slipped off one white shoulder, displaying the delectable curve. Scars, old and new, marred the pale smoothness of his skin, but Saito only found the blemishes attractive. Saito had seen many swordsmen but none of them - except maybe for Shinomori Aoshi - came close to this beautiful young man.

Exotic. Sexy. Completely, absolutely desirable.

If he weren't careful, he would find himself completely bewitched by this alluring creature.

Saito quickly removed his jacket and glove, joining Aya on the futon. He roughly caressed Aya's erection through the jeans, causing the younger man to gasp and whine in startled pleasure. He smiled wickedly at the younger man. "You will tell me everything you know about Kritiker, Aya."

"What? No!" Too late, Aya realized Saito's plan. He instinctively, blindly lunged up, throwing a punch at Saito's face.

Saito was expecting the reaction though. Grabbing the fist, he smoothly twisted the arm and threw Aya onto his stomach, pressing him across the futon. Before the redhead could recover, the older man yanked his jeans down. He grinned when he discovered that Aya was bare beneath the heavy fabric, and immediately pressed his rigid erection into the sweet crack between the tempting buttocks.

Aya went absolutely rigid. "Don't…" he gasped out between rapid pants.

Saito ignored his breathless plea. Dropping fully against the slender form, he nibbled on the luscious flesh of Aya's earlobe while languidly rubbed his erection deep into shielded flesh never touched before. One sly hand skillfully burrowed beneath Aya's flat tummy to grasp and stroke his weeping cock.

Aya moaned, arching back against Saito's hard wiry body. Sensations he had never experienced shot through his nerves. He was on fire; he was in torment. Oh, but it felt so good! Not conscious of his actions, his hips lifted and pressed back and forth, humping Saito's cock and the hand torturing him.

Saito hissed and tightened his grip on Aya's wrist. "Who is Persia now?"

"Takatori…" Aya shuddered. "Takatori Mamoru."

He suddenly found himself flipped onto his back, staring up dazedly at the intent face of Saito. A cry left him as Saito suddenly, painfully tightened his grip on his cock.

"You lied," Saito stated coldly. "The youngest son died when he was a mere child."

"No!" Aya clawed at Saito's shoulders, trying to get him to ease off the painful grip. "Did not die! He was…he was WeiB."

Saito studied the trembling redhead beneath him. Then he smirked. "So he was. Tell me everything." And he lowered his head and took Aya's weeping cock into his mouth.

Aya arched up with a scream. Just in time, Saito squeezed the head of his cock, preventing him from coming. The redhead moaned, aching deeply and unsatisfied. "Please, please…" he didn't know what he was begging for, just that he needed it. The pleasure was killing him.

Saito released Aya's cock, provoking another whimper of distress. He quickly stripped off his clothes. Unceremoniously, he lifted Aya's slender legs and placed them over his shoulders. He lubed up his fingers and pressed one against the tight ring of muscle.

Violet eyes widened. "Wha-?"

"Relax," he purred.

"What are you doing?"

Saito paused, staring at the aroused but bewildered young man. With that one question, he realized the extent of Aya's naivety and he smiled, a smoldering smile of possessive pride. Without saying anything, he worked his fingers into the tight hole.

Aya gasped in pain and squirmed, trying to get away. "No…"

Saito's smirk simply grew wider as he curved his fingers and pressed.

Pleasure, more intense than anything he had ever experienced, exploded through him. Aya cried out and went limp, eyes closing against the overwhelming sensations. The pain was still there, a burning receding quickly as those clever fingers stroked him on the inside, causing multiple explosions through his nerves. Aya bucked his hips, unconsciously impaling himself further onto the fingers. It was too much, too much; it was not enough.

"I need…" he was nearly incoherent, "I need…"

"Tell me everything first," Saito drawled, "and I will give more to you."

Act Three Scene Two

Night has fallen again when Aya finally woke from his exhausted slumber. His skin was sticky with sweat and his whole body ached terribly. Aya frowned groggily. What happened? He shifted and gasped. God, he hurts! Especially his bottom, the soreness was nearly unbearable. He stiffened when he realized he was naked underneath the heavy quilt blanket and when he felt the weight of someone's arm curled around his waist.

Heart triple-thundering, Aya slowly turned around as best as his sore aching body could. All blood drained from his face when he saw the lean austere face sleeping on the pillow next to his. Memories of yesterday came crashing back, bringing with it a scarlet flush of rage and humiliation to his face.

He had been…tortured.

That was the only way Aya could describe what happened. Never mind the fact that it had been extremely pleasurable and it was the best night he ever had. Right now all he could think of was how his resistance had been ruthlessly crushed to nothing, how skillfully he had been reduced to a writhing mess of unfulfilled sexual pleasure, and how he had begged the older man to end the sweet torture. They had spent the whole day and night in bed, with Aya at Saito's sexual mercy, as he patiently used Aya's newly awakened passion to extract every bit of information about Kritiker. He remembered vividly how Saito's fingers had manipulated him so skillfully in his most intimate place, coaxed him to spread his legs like a whore.

And Aya had been too inexperienced to stop him.

He mentally cursed himself. He had no one to blame but himself for being a willing partner-in-crime. He ached for the solid presence of his katana. He had a good mind to chop this manipulative wolf into tiny pieces and later, stab himself with it.

Wolf.

Saito Hajime.

Aya froze when the name popped into his mind. Purple eyes stared at the slumbering face of his bed partner as his mind made one connection after another. He remembered the stories Shion had told him when he was under the swordsman's tutelage, bits and pieces of Kritiker's history. Within those bits of pieces, Shion had told him much about the Mibu's Wolves and its third and last leader who could be the living embodiment of the order.

Masaka…

He should have known it was the notorious Mibu's Wolf from the first moment he saw the older man. Black of hair, golden eyes and with an attitude that was quite unmistakably a Mibu's Wolf. He was one of the most feared warriors in Kritiker, next to the Hitokiri Battousai. Stories about them were still told even today.

How the hell could he not have recognized him?

Very carefully, very slowly, Aya crawled from the futon, never removing his eyes from the sleeping Saito. Walking hurts, his legs simply refused to bear his weight. But Aya forced himself upright and to keep moving, fear and horror driving him on. Keeping absolutely quiet, he awkwardly dressed himself in the white shirt and jeans, pausing to pull on Saito's navy jacket. He didn't want to freeze in the autumn chill before he got home. As stealthily as he could, he stumbled from the bedroom, fumbled with his boots and fled.

If he had bothered to look back, he would have seen a silhouette at the bedroom window, telltale smoke curling from a cigarette held between lean long fingers.

* * *

It was almost dawn when Aya finally made his way back to the flower shop. Tired and in absolute pain, Aya stumbled into the building. His legs finally gave out and he slumped to the floor in the hallway. He prayed his teammates would not find him in this helpless state.

"Aya! You're back!" Ken's cry echoed through the quiet building, dashing his hopes. The brunette hastened down the stairs from the third level and rushed to his side. "You're hurt!"

Aya pushed away Ken's helping hands. Right now he didn't want anyone to touch him. "I'm fine. Just exhausted."

"You look terrible. I'm going to get a doctor."

"No!" Aya said sharply.

"But-"

"I said no." He couldn't let anyone know what a fool he had been. He forced himself back onto his feet. "It's just fatigue. I'll be fine after a rest."

As Ken looked on in anxious silence, Aya stiffly made his way up the staircase.

"Ohayo," Yohji said from the top of the staircase, clad only in a worn pair of jeans. "Daijoubu des ka?"

"Daijoubu." Aya pushed past the blond. He moved towards his bedroom, keenly aware of Yohji following him.

"You look like you need a doctor," the blond commented.

"Urusai," Aya snapped.

"So what happened?" the blond asked, knowing better than to pry.

"I spent the last three days on the run," Aya lied. "That's why I'm so exhausted."

"And the clothes?"

"Had to ditch my assassin gear. The blood was conspicuous."

"Yours or theirs?"

"Theirs," Aya answered shortly.

"What's wrong with you? You don't seem to be able to walk properly."

Aya's lips thinned. By this time, he had reached his bedroom and he quickly ducked in, eager to get away from Yohji's assessing gaze. He was about to close the door in Yohji's face when a foot against the doorjamb stopped him.

"What?" he growled irritably.

"What aren't you telling me, Aya?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've always been lousy at lying."

"I'm not lying."

"Then look me in the eye and repeat that."

Aya leveled a full Fujimiya glare at him. "Knock it off, Yohji. I'm in no mood for your Twenty/Twenty."

Yohji stared at him long and steadily. Then he backed down. "If you don't want to tell me, fine with me. But when Persia comes later, you better tell him everything. He's been worrying about you."

Aya closed the door.

Alone at last, he made his way to his bed. He undressed with great difficulty and finally allowed himself to collapse, lying on his side on the soft mattress. After those bouts of sex and crossing nearly half the city on foot, he was so relieved to finally be able to lie down and rest his aching body.

The things Saito made his feel…

He felt his cheeks heating at the memories. He should be furious and hating the man for his manipulations, but he couldn't find it in him to hate Saito.

Strange.

Was it because Saito hadn't done it out of malice? Or was it because the Mibu's Wolf had not allowed himself to fully enjoy the sessions?

Aya closed his eyes. He was so confused.

The man was the last Mibu's Wolf, he told himself desperately. Aku soku zan. Nothing else exists for him other than that coda. Nothing.

* * *

Omi came straight after school, taking care to enter by the back door much as Aya had done at dawn. Ken met him in the back room, accompanying him up to the third level.

"How is he?" Omi asked anxiously.

"He ate, he bathed and he slept the morning away. He's been awake for hours now but he hasn't budged from his room. You know Aya when he's in one of his brooding fits."

"Did he say anything about his mission?"

"Not to me and not to Yohji either. Something seems to be troubling him but he's not saying."

"Was he injured in any way?"

Ken shrugged helplessly. "He seems to be but he refused to let anyone tend to him. You know how he is."

"Typical."

"Very."

Ken knocked on Aya's bedroom door. "Aya? Omi's here to see you."

Moments later, the door clicked open. Omi smiled brightly at the somber redhead. "Afternoon, Aya. Can I come in?"

Aya said nothing, simply stepping back into his bedroom again, leaving the door open. Omi entered the sparsely decorated bedroom after asking Ken to let them talk in private. He placed his bag by the door and eyed his quiet friend curled up on the couch by the window. He wore an oversized black turtleneck sweater and jeans, feet wrapped in soft white socks. The black hue of his clothes made Aya seemed all the more paler and contrasted sharply against his blood-red hair.

"How are you?"

"Okay."

Omi sat down next to Aya. "You know why I'm here."

"Ah." In his usual calm monotone, Aya briefed Omi on his misadventures after escaping the burning drug lab. He told his friend nearly everything, leaving out Saito's bed games and the fact that he had met the Mibu's Wolf before in the nightclub. He didn't think it would do anyone any good to know how information was extracted from him. And besides it was extremely embarrassing and very personal.

"Do you know the way to his safe house?"

"Yes. But it'd useless. By now he would have realized I'm gone and he'd abandon his safe house."

"True. You wouldn't, by any chance, know how to get in touch with him again, would you?"

"No. Why?"

"Kritiker needs him back," Omi told him. "Kritiker is still extremely unstable. Any hints of corruption within will destroy it forever. I need the Mibu's Wolf to safeguard Kritiker's interests again."

"If Saito was interested in rejoining Kritiker, wouldn't he have done so after the First Power Play?"

"I would just have to be extremely persuasive then." Omi sighed. "If only there was some way to get in touch with him."

"Don't pin your hopes on it." Aya's gaze strayed briefly to the navy blue jacket draped neatly over his chair before looking out of the window.

Act Three Scene Three

Aya woke suddenly.

For a long moment, he lied in his bed, wondering what had disturbed his sleep. His bedroom was quiet and dark. Moonlight streamed in through the closed window, casting his bed partially in light. From where his couch was, he heard the telltale click of a lighter being ignited.

Aya shot upright in bed. There seated comfortably on his couch, lighting a cigarette was the tall lean form of Saito.

"What - how -?" He stared at Saito in surprise and confusion. The location of the flower shop was the only information Aya had managed not to give during their bed games.

"I placed a tracer in your boots, kitten. It led me to this place." Saito inhaled and calmly blew out the cigarette smoke. "Excellent cover. Who would ever suspect three harmless florists to actually be assassins?"

"What are you doing here?" Aya demanded tersely. "I've told you everything I know about Kritiker."

"But not this flower shop apparently."

"What do you want from me, Mibu's Wolf?"

"So I've been found out," Saito smiled thinly. "I suppose Persia knows about me."

"Ah. He wants to talk to you."

"Sou ka." Saito dropped his cigarette to the floor and ground it out, ignoring Aya bristling with outrage at the treatment of his floor.

The redhead watched warily as Saito walked over to his bed and dropped a large bag and a long wrapped object next to it. "Your assassin gear and katana."

"Arigato. Now leave."

"I didn't come here to return you your things."

A shiver of alarm ran through Aya when Saito shrugged out of his jacket. In a flash he shot over to the other side of his bed, his back pressing against the wall.

"W-what are you doing?!"

Saito's brow arched upward sardonically, 'what do you think?'

"No," Aya stated emphatically. "I'm not sleeping with you again."

Saito slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, crawling over to the agitated redhead. Aya tried to get away, but lean hard arms slammed against the wall beside his head. Saito crowded the slender man against the wall, golden eyes gleaming with feral passion.

"Don't tell me you didn't like what we did."

"You raped me!"

"Did I now? I don't remember penetrating you. In fact I remember you begging for my touch."

"You used me to get the information you want," Aya hissed. "You used me like a…a toy!"

"And I'm here to make up for that slight."

"No!" He raised his arms, shoving against the hard chest. "Leave my room. Now."

Saito refused to budge. "You should know, Aya, once a wolf has got its eyes on its prey, it would never give up until it gets what it wants."

Aya swallowed hard at the pure predatory intent smoldering in those golden eyes. "A-and what does the wolf wants?" he asked, dreading the answer.

Saito's head came closer and closer. Over the thundering of his heart, Aya heard a single whispered word "you" before the hard mouth caught his in a passionate kiss.

Silence reigned in the dark bedroom for many heartbeats.

Orchid eyes drifted closed in response to the kiss, sliding warm and urgent over his lips. Like before, the kiss started the fire burning within him, a heavy heat began to gather between his legs. This time knowing what pleasures the older man could give Aya willingly parted his lips for the questing tongue. Pale hands fisted against the shirt relaxed, shifting to grip the fabric instead. He simply had no defenses against Saito's sensual onslaught.

Saito lifted his head, gazing down at the upturned face with hooded eyes. One callused hand cupped Aya's face, fingers curving about pale cheeks. Beneath half-lidded long thick lashes, purple eyes glimmered with rising passion.

"I want you, kitten." Saito told him in no uncertain terms. "Willing and naked beneath me."

Aya blinked dazedly.

"Hot and wet, writhing in pleasure, begging for my touch."

A swath of pink dusted across pale cheeks.

"I want to see you spreading your legs for me, offering yourself to me. I want to fuck you hard, kitten. So hard that you'll scream and beg for more. I want to claim that tight heat no one had touched before."

Aya blushed furiously. Saito's seductive voice, his lurid description had done its job. He was now completely hard, straining against the soft cotton of his pajamas. Unconsciously he parted his legs, whimpering as a hard thigh inserted in between and rubbed forcibly against his erection.

Saito kissed him again, devouring his mouth as he pulled Aya tightly into his embrace, one arm around the slender waist and the other bracing the arching back. Aya melted against the older man as he kissed back, eager to learn and experience. Callused hands reached for the front of his pajamas top. A ripping sound echoed in the bedroom as buttons scattered on the bed and Saito pushed the white cotton material from alabaster shoulders.

Aya's head fell back as Saito trailed his hot mouth down his neck and to his chest. He gasped and clutched at Saito, pale slim fingers meshing into raven hair, as the older man took a nipple into his mouth, licking and suckling deeply. Hands slipped into his pajamas pants, cupping and massaging the twin globes of his butt. Aya trembled when he felt the teasing stroke along his crack, fingers dipping in ever so slightly to caress the sensitive flesh.

In one swift move, Saito tumbled the younger man onto his bed, simultaneously pulling off the pajamas pants. Sprawled wantonly against the white sheets, flushed and fully aroused, Aya watched breathlessly as Saito stripped off his clothes, pausing to retrieve a small tube from one pocket. Then he was back, pressing Aya into the mattress with his lean naked body.

The tall lean man moved down his pale submissive lover, licking and tasting every square inch of skin. Fingers pinched and rolled a nipple while his mouth worked on the other, pulling on it almost painfully. Aya bit the back of a hand to muffle his moans as his other hand clutched at Saito's shoulder. He arched up, tossing his head back, when callused hands took him firmly and began to pump.

"Saito…" he whimpered, thrusting his hips in time with the strokes.

The older man merely grinned. He stopped what he was doing, prompting a disappointed groan from Aya. He pushed pale sleek thighs further apart and a choked cry burst from Aya's lips as a warm mouth enclosed his rigid length. Hands clawed at the bed sheets as his hips lifted convulsively from the bed. Saito allowed him a few thrusts before pressing the young man firmly against the mattress. He set the pace and timing, driving Aya into frenzy. The redhead groaned and bit his pillow to muffle his enjoyment, unable to do anything but give himself up to the decadent pleasure.

Aya suddenly stiffened when he felt the gentle touch at his sore entrance. "Stop-!"

"Sshh," Saito soothed. "It doesn't have to hurt."

Aya glared at him. "You're the one who made it painful."

Saito tipped his head in acknowledgement. "So relax and don't fight it."

"It-it's too soon."

"No," Saito purred. "Nothing is too soon. Relax, kitten, or it will hurt even more this time."

Aya took a deep breath and tried his best to relax, half-curious and half-fearful of what he was feeling. He winced and closed his eyes as the first finger steadily pushed into him. Unlike the night before, Saito proceeded very slowly and carefully. He put a second finger in, and then a third, taking the time to stretch and prepare him. With the tips of his fingers, he searched for the one spot that would send Aya's world spinning. And grinned triumphantly when he found it. Aya's eyes shot open and he gasped, clutching Saito's shoulders as he stroked the sweet spot again and again.

Seeing Aya almost on the verge of coming, Saito removed his fingers, invoking a whine of disappointment from the panting redhead. He swiftly coated himself with lubrication and draped Aya's thighs over his shoulders. Bending over the pale trembling man, he guided his leaking tip to nestle just within the puckered entrance.

"Look at me," he ordered in a low voice.

Aya obeyed. Purple eyes met golden even as he moved restlessly beneath Saito, trying to ease the yawning emptiness within him.

And Saito pushed. In one slow and unbroken thrust, he buried nearly half his length into the warm constricting channel, muffling Aya's shriek of surprise with a kiss. The redhead tore his mouth away, panting and gasping, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the painful invasion. God, he felt as though he was being split open.

"…Hurts!" he managed to gasp out.

"It will be fine." Saito lied very still, patiently waiting for the pain to subside, and licked away the tears that managed to escape from behind closed eyelids.

With one free hand, he stroked Aya's wilting erection, using the pleasure to distract him from the pain. He succeeded when finally small noises of pleasure escaped Aya and his inner muscles loosened its grip on his throbbing erection. Aya turned back to the older man, parted lips seeking for a kiss as he raised his hips in supplication. Patiently and with admirable control, Saito pressed deeper and deeper into the younger man until he was completely seated to the hilt in Aya's welcoming heat.

Aya groaned, his mind finally registering the way he had been claimed. It felt so strange to be stretched and taken in this manner; he could feel Saito's thick length throbbing within him, rubbing against his inner walls so intimately. Yet…Aya stared wonderingly through his tears at Saito - it felt so incredibly good. He never knew pleasure such as this could exist.

Braced on his arms above him, Saito hung his head, eyes closed to savor the exquisite pleasure. Kami-sama…Saito shuddered as Aya suddenly flexed around him, squeezing his length. He fought to stay in control but it was so very difficult. Aya was so tight, so hot; it threatened to send him immediately over the edge.

Golden eyes opened, gleaming with possessive lust. "You're mine now," he growled.

Slowly, trembling with the effort, Saito withdrew until just his tip was barely in and - changing his angle slightly - thrust in again. And Aya's world exploded into stars when he hit the pleasure spot deep within him.

His world exploded again as Saito hit the spot repeatedly. Jolts of pleasure ripped through his nerves, pushing him higher and higher. Moaning ceaselessly now, Aya clung to Saito as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time, racing for the climax. Saito covered his mouth with his, swallowing the scream that erupted when earth-shattering pleasure exploded through him and coated his stomach and chest with his own cum.

His climax caused him to tighten convulsively around Saito. Biting the pale smooth shoulder beneath him to silence his own growl, he gave in to his own climax, thrusting almost involuntarily as he filled the pulsating channel with his seed. Giving one last thrust, Saito collapsed, shifting just in time to keep half his weight off the slender man.

Beneath him, Aya laid limply, sweaty and exhausted. When his passion-clouded mind finally cleared enough, self-doubts and humiliation began to set in. He felt Saito raising his head and kept his eyes closed, unwilling to see the gloating satisfaction in those gleaming golden eyes. He had given himself so easily to the man; he didn't need Saito's mocking to rub salt into the wound.

"Open your eyes," Saito said.

Aya refused.

"Open your eyes, Aya."

It was his name that did him in. Saito had called him by his name rather than 'kitten'. Aya cautiously opened his eyes, fearing what he would see. He saw pure territorial satisfaction and possessiveness lurking in those golden eyes. There were no tender soft emotions but Aya inexplicably relaxed. Something about that possessive glitter eased all his fear.

Aya shuddered as Saito pulled out from his oversensitive body, eyes falling shut. They stayed shut as the redhead finally gave in to his exhaustion. He didn't move as Saito cleaned them up with his pajamas top and settled down beside him.

The last thing Aya was aware of were Saito's arms cradling him close before drifting into sleep.

Author's post-script notes:

I officially admit that I CAN'T write lemon scenes to save my life, be them hetro or not. *sigh*

Saito using sex to his own advantage isn't really all that surprising to me. He's highhanded, ruthless, determined to get his way, and will do anything to accomplish his goal. He's a bit of an anti-hero protagonist, a bad boy, which is why he's so fascinating. Aya, with all his fiery and passionate nature (like redheads usually are) would find it hard to resist someone like him who is even more of a difficult person to get along with.