Name: Androgene

Website: www.angelfire.com/space/noir13

Email: androgene@lycos.com

Title: The Wolf and the Abyssinian - Act 8

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

Date of completion: 26 December 2001

Category: Drama, OOC galore, shounen-ai, 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: I can't help it. The idea of a SaitoxRan pairing just popped in my head while I was writing my other fanfic and it won't leave!

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

~ The Wolf & The Abyssinian ~

a WeiB Kreuz-Ruroni Kenshin crossover

Act Eight Scene One

Under the falling snow, two tall figures stood - one lean and lanky, the other slim and slender. Their naked swords glinted coldly, motionless steel held in motionless grips. The air was still, and the night silent. Each waited for the other to make the first move, patiently bidding their time.

There was no signal.

They sprang into action, attacking each other with speed too fast for the eye to see. The sounds of blades clashing echoed through the night as they fought across the backyard, a rapid fire of blows and parries. Saito launched a furious attack, his sword flashing like a living fang, sharp and deadly. Aya parried his blows, striking back with a flurry of equally merciless counter-attacks.

Suddenly they disengaged, splitting apart to gauge the results of the first volley.

Aya panted slightly but refused to give in. From the very first blow, he knew Saito outclassed him in terms of skills and experience. It had taken every bit of his skill to hold his ground in the first volley - but it was not without its own cost. Without removing his gaze from Saito, he gingerly touched the side of his neck. His glove came away with blood.

Saito did not smile or smirk, which was usual for him, but his golden eyes were aglow with a keen, almost pleased light. Aya was good; Shion - the master of the formless style - had taught him well. It was a joy to fight someone worthy of his attention again. From the determined light in those purple orbs, he knew Aya intended to give it his all, for which he welcomed it.

Saito raised his blade again and attacked.

Aya answered in kind.

Back and fro they fought across the backyard, giving no quarters and seizing every advantage. How long the duel last, they did not know. All their concentration was focused on winning. Under their feet, the snow was trampled down into mush, slick and slippery, and still they fought on. A particularly vicious slash cut Saito across the chest. The older man reared back, narrowly avoiding a serious injury but blood still seeped forth.

Crouching low, he lunged forward aggressively. Aya hurriedly parried his blows. One booted foot slipped on the icy ground, causing him to stumble. In a blink of an eye, Saito disarmed him with a swift blow and pressed him up against a tree trunk, the sharp edge of his sword against Aya's throat.

Panting hard, Aya stared up at the older man, unmoving for fear of cutting himself on Saito's blade. His expression was neither dismayed nor sullen, just waiting expectantly for Saito's move.

"Do you yield?" Saito asked calmly.

"I yield. To you."

Golden eyes gleamed exultantly, running possessively over the pale man at his mercy, taking in the cheeks flushed from his exertions, the purple eyes glittering with adrenaline and passion stirred by their duel, and finally resting on the parted lips as his breaths escaped him in small white puffs.

Saito slowly withdrew his sword and gently, carefully grasped the back of Aya's head, gloved fingers threading through the crimson silk. With a growl, he roughly pulled the younger man towards him, claiming him with a hungry kiss, biting and licking the pliant lips. His tongue forced Aya's soft lips to part and greedily devoured the deep sweetness of his mouth. His sword fell to the ground, forgotten, as he tightened his embrace, fusing Aya against his body.

Aya kissed back hungrily, tongue dueling with Saito's as he ran his hands up and down the older man's flanks, feeling the iron strength in that lean body. Moaning breathlessly, he tore at the buttons of Saito's jacket, desperately trying to get to the skin below.

"Come," Saito growled against his lips.

Moving together, they stumbled through the backyard to the house, kissing and caressing with feverish passion. Aya's trench coat landed on the kitchen floor in a heap, Saito's jacket following a couple of steps later. A long trail of clothes marked their path to the bedroom.

Aya laid back on the futon, gazing up at Saito looming over him. A pale hand smoothed back the black hair, trailed down to the lean chest, fingers lingering over the wound he had inflicted. It was a light scratch and the blood had already dried.

"You wear my mark," he whispered.

"As do you." Golden eyes smoldered as Saito lowered and began to feast on the pale column of his neck, kissing the scratch wound, nipping and licking.

Aya shuddered, head tilting to a side to allow him greater access. He missed this, the closeness with Saito, the warmth and care being bestowed on him. He arched up against the older man, not satisfied with the gentle touches.

"Take me," he pleaded breathlessly. "Make me yours."

"In due time." Saito kissed him hard again.

There was no gentleness, no tender touches and loving caresses. Both of them had been denied of their pleasures for too long for slow sweet loving. Their passions burned high and fierce; their lovemaking rough and carnal. The loving will come later, now it was time for possession.

Aya threw back his head; crying out as Saito ate him, tongue reaming his puckered entrance, drilling into his tight warmth mercilessly. He moaned, both hands holding his legs against his chest, splaying himself wide open and vulnerable to Saito's assaults.

Then the wolf reared up again, golden eyes wild. He quickly lubed his hard leaking length, and pulled Aya to him, shifting until the redhead was straddling him. Palms flat against Saito's chest, supporting his shuddering frame, Aya stared down at him, somewhat bewildered despite his passion.

"Like this. I want to take you like this." Callused hands spread the twin globes of Aya's butt, lifted him upwards and positioned him at the tip of his length.

Aya gasped when he felt the head of Saito's length gently rubbing against his puckered entrance.

Saito took his hands away, letting them fall to his sides. "Fuck me."

Purple eyes widened with shock. "Saito…?"

"Hajime. Now fuck me," he repeated.

"Hai." Breathlessly, lovingly, Aya stroked the side of his face. "My name is Ran."

He lowered himself onto Saito's length, slowly and carefully despite Saito's preparations. He closed his eyes when he took in Saito's hard length right to the hilt, moaning as he felt the hard length rubbing him in different sensitive places. He lifted himself up and poised for a trembling moment, then he impaled himself swiftly.

Saito yelled, a feral sound of passion. His fingers tightened about Aya's hips, narrowed eyes staring up the feverish wanton redhead so wild and beautiful in his passion, one hand curled around his own erection.

"So deep…" Aya quivered for a moment.

Then he began to ride the older man, slowly at first and then gaining in speed. Two hands joined his pumping his own erection, nearly causing him to falter in his rhythm but he recovered quickly. A slight shift and Aya shouted as his pleasure spot was rubbed. His controls breaking, Aya rode faster, almost brutally so, as he raced for the climax.

Then he was there, bursting forth with a cry that echoed through the night, as he spilled his passion over their joined hands and Saito's stomach. His channel contracted convulsively, squeezing Saito hard. The Wolf's hips thrust upward hard, once and he came violently, filling the tight warmth with his seed.

Aya collapsed against Saito's chest, exhausted and breathing hard. Beneath him, Saito's heart raced and he could hear his lungs heaving as the older man panted. They laid limp for a long while, recovering from the exhilarating session. It felt so good to be with each other again, to claim and be claimed.

"Ran."

"Hai?" Aya wearily lifted his head.

Hard hands cupped his face, stroking his cheeks and the fingers brushing his bangs away. Aya purred contentedly as he rubbed his cheek against a rough palm, eyes half-closing as he savored the loving gentle caress. Saito's eyes were decidedly soft; the lines of his face less harsh. He gently tugged Aya's face closer, one arm slipping down to curl around his narrow waist.

"You're mine," Saito stated. "You belong to me and no one else. I won't give you up. Not even beyond death. Not even if you try to leave me. If you do, I will come after you, hunt you down and bring you back with me. I will not let anything take you away from me. Because you're mine."

Aya stared at him for a long moment, as he finally understood what Saito was saying. He smiled, a true smile, brilliant and joyous. "I heard you. I believe you."

With a little laugh, he hugged Saito, burying his face against his neck. "I love you too, Hajime."

Act Eight Scene Two

It was very late at night or very early in the morning before they were finally sated. They laid entwined in the futon, cuddling under the warm quilt as the snow fell outside.

"Ran?"

"Hmm?" came the sleepy response against his shoulder.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Because you were being a bastard," Aya mumbled.

"I was not."

"You made me think you wanted to kill me. Later, you scared the hell out of me when you took that shot in the chest. If you weren't being a bastard, then what do you call that?"

"I was wearing a Kevlar."

"I didn't know that."

"Go to sleep."

"I can't. I'm awake now and it's your fault." Aya traced an idle pattern on Saito's chest. "Hajime, will you rejoin Kritiker?"

"I'm still undecided."

Aya lifted his head from his very comfortable pillow and gazed at his lover. "What's holding you back?"

"Persia's intentions are honorable but sometimes the people under him are not. I do not want to be betrayed again."

"Your code of justice is exactly what Kritiker needs though." Aya propped himself up on one arm. "What if you rejoin Kritiker as a clandestine agent? A Wolf no one knows about, save for Persia? Something like an internal spy."

"A shadow within a shadow?"

"No one knows who you are or that you even exist," Aya elaborated, warming up to his subject. "This way, you can keep an eye on Kritiker without fear of betrayal. If you like, I can join you too and maybe the rest of WeiB as well to form the pack."

"I knew there's got to be a catch to this. Are you getting tired of the assassin game?"

"Hai. I guess I lost my fangs. Killing was never enjoyable but after the Second Power Play, it grew even more tasteless." Aya's gaze was downcast, lost in his own dark memories. "I suppose killing one's sensei would do that to a person."

"Ran." Saito tipped his chin up, meeting his darkened gaze. "I know very little about the Second Power Play but I know Shion. He has always been slightly unbalanced, for all his claims of 'no emotions'. If you had to kill him, it would be for a good reason."

"But -"

"You haven't lost your fangs, Abyssinian. I would know." Saito brushed a soft kiss against Aya's brows and coaxed him to lie down again, nestling in the crook of his arm. "Go to sleep, kitten. We'll talk about this in the morning."

"It is morning, Hajime."

"Sleep, Ran."

Act Eight Scene Three

Aya slept in rather late that morning. The sun was already high when he woke, a smile curving his full lips as he stretched lazily, keenly aware of the gaze on him even though he had his eyes closed. The next thing he knew, his mouth was taken in a deep kiss that sent a thrill right to his toes.

Purple eyes drifted open. "Ohayo, Hajime."

"You're at least an hour late. It's almost one."

"Nani?" Aya bolted straight up, alarmed gaze darting from the clock to Saito's amused smirk. "Why didn't you wake me sooner?"

"And miss out on watching my kitten sleep?"

"Omi and the others are coming over today, baka!"

"They're already here."

Aya stared at him.

"Have been warming my sofa for the past five minutes. I just came up to let you know."

"You -" Aya scowled at him. "What did you tell them?"

"Oh, that you were worn out and needed your rest." Golden eyes glittered with wicked mischief. "They did see your clothes all over the house though."

Aya turned a bright shade of red, mortified, even as he glared at the wolf. He scrambled from the futon and then paused, wondering what he was going to wear since his clothes were outside the bedroom.

Chuckling, Saito grasped the nape of his neck and kissed him before pushing a stack of folded clothes into his hands. "Get dressed, kitten. We'll be waiting downstairs."

Ten minutes later, Aya was dressed and presentable. Hoping his embarrassment wouldn't show beyond his mask, he cautiously headed for the living room, praying his friends would wisely leave his dignity alone.

No such luck.

Both Ken and Omi were grinning from ear to ear, nudging each other and giving him lots of knowing looks.

"So, how was your sleep?" Omi asked, a little too brightly.

Aya glared at him, to no effect.

Ken snickered.

Giving up, Aya looked away. He paused when he saw Yohji. The blond was seated quietly in the armchair, amused but somehow questioning at the same time. Aya wondered what was going through his mind.

Saito entered from the kitchen, bearing a tray loaded with drinks and food. He placed it on the coffee table and took the other armchair. Aya poured himself a cup of tea and instinctively perched himself on the armrest beside Saito.

"Where do we start?" the Wolf asked.

"Aya-kun's account of last night," Omi said, all business again. "Abyssinian?"

Very quickly, Aya gave an account of his actions, leaving nothing out. Yohji gave Saito a quick speculative glance when he heard how he had taken the bullet for Aya, which the redhead did not notice. He finished off with the death of Takeda and returning to their vehicles.

Aya looked questioningly at Omi. "What were you doing there last night?"

"Call it a hunch but I had this feeling that my presence was needed, so I went after you guys." Omi smiled. "Good thing I did. When I saw them about to kill you, I signaled to Saito-san."

"He told me to stall for time," Saito continued. "So I did."

"And very well at that. I almost thought you were going to kill Aya-kun."

"So what happened to Takeda's operations?" Ken wanted to know.

"I sent in Crashers at the same time you were to assassinate him. The police arrested all his henchmen, plus all his records were confiscated. His list of buyers would implicate a significant number of very prominent people."

"I see a lot of moping up in the near future," Yohji remarked.

Omi turned his serious blue gaze to Saito. "Now that your hunt is over, Saito-san, have you given some thoughts to my request?"

"Request?" Ken asked quizzically.

"Persia wants Hajime to rejoin Kritiker again as the Mibu's Wolf," Aya explained calmly. "I got a suggestion."

"Which is?" Omi wanted to know.

"In the past, the pack was in the open which left them vulnerable to attacks. To eliminate the possibility of a second betrayal, the Mibu's Wolf is to remain completely clandestine, hidden and secret."

"No one is to know about my presence, except for those in this room." Saito stated.

"And I would like us to join him," Aya added.

Ken and Yohji gaped at the redhead, wondering if they had heard wrongly.

"You're not saying what I think you're saying, are you Aya?" Ken asked. "Give up WeiB? To be Omi's watchers?"

Yohji was more direct. "The only way we can leave WeiB is by death. You know that."

"Would you rather remain as assassins for the rest of your lives?" Aya's gaze was defiant. "Never knowing what the next day will bring, never knowing when you'll die. I've grown tired of the game. Don't tell me you don't feel it too."

His friends had nothing to say to that. They each have felt each mission grew more tasteless; in a way they were losing the meaning of their burdens.

"Gomen nasai," Omi said softly, downcast. "I never knew activating WeiB would bring you all so much grief."

Aya's expression softened. "It's not your fault. You did what you had to. We understand and we want to help. If we hadn't, we would have refuse to take the mission on the spot that day."

"The world does not revolve around us, Omi." Yohji said. He sighed and lit up another cigarette. "Aya's right. I could use a different kind of job."

"Same here too," Ken admitted.

"And since I'm Persia, I can change the rules. Death will not be the only way to leave WeiB."

Aya smiled with relief. "That's good to know. I'd have fought you if you prove to be stubborn."

"I wouldn't be surprised." Omi turned to Mibu's Wolf. "Well, Saito-san? Is the arrangement to your satisfaction?"

Saito smirked. "Hai. I can't wait to see how a couple of cats put up with a lone wolf like me."

Yohji glared at him while Ken spluttered indignantly.

Omi coughed, hiding a smile behind his hand. "So that's done. I will make the necessary arrangements."

"What about WeiB?" Aya asked.

"Don't worry about that. I will have WeiB IV up and running soon. So," Omi looked around brightly. "Who's hungry?"

Author's post-script:

OOC galore, that's all I can think of right now after spitting out Act Six to Act Eight at one shot. If you all notice, both of them crossed another bridge in these Acts and Saito began to talk more too, which resulted in lots of guesswork and some really OOC scenes. In Aya's case, sweet vulnerability might be what's beneath if someone peels away the ice. For Saito, well, what's beneath the Wolf is anyone's guess. I'm just hoping this is a close approximation.