Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Pleasure Platter ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5 - Pleasure Platter

Daddy… Daddy… Daddy….

/Daddy was angry,/ the one with the ponytail thought. Daddy was furious with them - Because… they had lost Daddy's precious birthday gift. A birthday gift that Daddy had chosen and prepared to be dined at this year's grand birthday bash.

Daddy see… Daddy like… Daddy wants… Daddy rules. Daddy is a fucking body manipulator.

Yesterday, Daddy was mad. Shouting and hitting them. That brought him back to his own memory lane, growing up between the shouting and the beatings… Daddy shouts at Mummy. Mummy shouts back. He learned lots of new words. Fuck! Bastard! Asshole! Dickhead! The fighting will usually end up with Daddy beating Mummy on the bed. That done, she will cry like a sissy.

The ponytailed man was driving alone in his car, his Mercedes convertible Daddy bought for them because he and his brother had given Daddy a great gift and he was happy.

Daddy had found something beautiful. Daddy saw it last year when he was playing with his gift on his birthday party night. That beautiful thing was standing at the door, like a Barbie doll, watching them with horrified eyes before running away. Daddy said that was the prettiest thing he had ever seen and call that thing a masterpiece. They saw it too. It looked like Mummy but much… much… prettier. Daddy wants to own that doll. To be subjugated by putting his long and thick pinky thing between that doll's slender legs.

When he and his brother were seven, they saw that pinky thing for the first time during a stormy night. Daddy and Mummy thought they were sleeping. They were fighting with each other again. The fight ended with Mummy starting to pack her things. It was the end, he had thought.

Daddy chased Mummy down the stairs. Mummy screamed `Fuck You!' Daddy shouted back `It's my job to fuck!'. Then they heard Mummy yell `Bastard! Pervert!' Daddy threw a vase at her. `That doesn't stop you from licking my dick!' Mummy fell, tumbling down the stairs; Daddy ripped off Mummy's dress. Watching Mummy naked as her chest rose and fell, Daddy smiled. It was dark, but the lightning flashes were enough to make them see. Daddy looked so…. evil. They were very quiet.

Daddy took off his shirt so fast, and then he buckled off his pants. Daddy forgot to remove his pants all the way down. He left them hanging at his ankles. Then they saw it. Between Daddy's legs, something was there! A long pinky flesh thing, he thought it was a stick or a rod, a thick pink rod. The thing was rigid and pointed upwards surrounded by the dark thick hair. It was ugly. His brother was scared shitless looking at that thing. Then Daddy squatted down, growling and pushed his pinky rod between Mummy's legs. In and Out, In and Out. Mummy screamed. A few minutes later, Daddy shuddered. Daddy studied Mummy's face and gave her a satisfied smile. Then Daddy stood up and took out something black and shiny from his trousers. He aimed it at Mummy's head and…

`Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!! Boom!'

The lightning stroke. He hugged his brother forcefully.

Two days after that, Daddy brought home lots of women… pretty with pale skin and red hair. Partying like a bunch of hooligans… caressing their two round things at their chests on Daddy.

When they were old enough, Daddy brought home young men. Daddy said they were his toys. His new hobby, Daddy let them watch him play and forced them to play together. Daddy told them that women are easy to rule but men are different, they were born strong, and so, this is the game of the survival of the fittest. Complete domination!

He also told them that a man must be controlled. In order to dominate a man, you needed to conquer them, by way of beating them or you could also do that by tying them up; but most efficient were drugs. Daddy preferred using drugs to make them surrender, enough for them to feel but not be strong enough to fight, an effective method. Daddy is a clever man. And of course, the grand finale of conquering… He smile dreamily at that. The Completion of Subjugation will end up with the man underneath screaming and sobbing endlessly while you triumphed in victory.

Daddy loves his toys. He always growl, moan, groan and shout. But the toys hate Daddy, they bite him, kick him, and scream at him. He don't understand why, didn't they feel the pleasure? Daddy never stopped. His long pinky flesh thing keep on going in and out.

In. The doll cried.

Out. The doll howled.

In. The doll shrieked.

At first they didn't understand it, what's the big deal of letting sticky goo rushing out from your thing like a leaking pipe, but then in the end the result was indescribably pleasurable, sometimes it feels like a magma broiling in his body, tearing his senses apart, the heat was fast… furious… frantic until he reached climax and everything burst into ecstasy. It was fascinating.

He had to find that new doll; Daddy said he wants to keep it and as a good son he wanted his old man to be happy with them.

He knew where the doll had run off, but that fucking family of his… Ah! That was taken care off. All he wanted was that redheaded doll and the rest were collateral damage.

He continued his search.

He was already hard.

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Crawford parked his car near the alley beside the trashcan. A filthy man walking and dragging a crate watched them wearily, talking to himself, murmuring and cursing. Yohji stepped out of the car and stared at the man in his most intimidating manner. The man cringed and walked away from them hastily.

"Bully!" Schuldig teased. Yohji smirked.

"Is it here?" Crawford asked while scanning the area with his gaze. His glasses slipped down his nose and he pushed them back in place with his fingers.

Schuldig looked around trying to remember. "Yup! Here it was, all right, he ran from there, crossed here and disappeared there." He pointed with his finger.

"Ten hours ago!" Yohji began to calculate in his mind. "This is part of another town, his house was downtown, it would have taken him hours of running to reach here."

"Three hours!" Crawford supplied specifically. "Shortcuts, this part of area and his house were interconnected with junctions and alleys. It would take some time to reach here when you drive due to traffic, but by foot, if he alternated between running and walking, three hours maximum. Schuldig nearly hit him about six hours ago, the heavy rain lasted almost two hours. He won't have gone far."

Yohji nodded. "If I was running away, scared, where would I find a place for refuge?"

"A place where no one will find you, out from public eyes," the older man said.

"Subways, sewers and abandoned sites, anywhere where no one will notice." Yohji's eyes perked up as he spoke.

"There is an abandoned construction site not far from here, if you run through this alley." Crawford supplied as he raised his finger towards the alley that Schuldig had pointed at earlier.

"Then, what are we waiting for? Let's go and hope he is there, or else, we have to go for plan B," Yohji said as he walk through the alley.

"What is your plan B?" Crawford asked.

"I'm thinking of it!"

Schuldig merely listened to them; his mind was planning how he was going to break the news to Aya. Even if he was no longer treating her, for a therapist, the doctor-patient relationship goes beyond the treatment period, whenever the patient needs them. He hoped that this incident would not set off her phobia again.

Fujimiya Aya! She was different from her brother, with long hair that she always kept braided. `Alive' before the accident. Rammed by a car with a drunken driver, an influential person, and if Schuldig wasn't mistaken the name was Takatori Reiji, a politician. The Fujimiya family and Takatori had settled this mishap outside court and he had agreed to finance all the medical bills. The girl was pushed into a coma for almost a year and when she finally woke up, she never stepped outside the house, she was too afraid. Whenever his parents forced her, she would scream and hyperventilate and at last her parents gave up and called a doctor. The doctor had suggested therapy and had given his name. He had agreed.

As he followed them through the alley, he whispered to Crawford. "Nice detective work, Sexy!" "Shut up!" Crawford hissed.

Yohji was in front, walking in long and hurried strides, hoping that the young man was still there. In his mind, he was thinking that the boy was the perpetrator, but as Schuldig had said it was ridiculous. The slaughter of his parents was a work done by persons who had done it before; they knew where to shoot, where to stab and had left the crime scene clean from evidence. Professionally orchestrated!

They reached the abandoned construction site after fifteen minutes of walking. Yohji had suggested that they split up and searched in different directions. The place was mudded and water puddles were everywhere. Crawford grimaced at the sight. "Afraid your thousand dollars shoes will get wet, huh?" He heard Schuldig say and scowled.

But before they could even split up, they heard noises from the other side. Leering voices and one making a miserable whimpering sound accompanied with a desperate mewling. Yohji drew out his gun and ran towards the sound. Crawford and Schuldig followed closely behind.

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The redhead was sitting near the drain, rocking his body back and forth, head tilted up watching the sky and the clouds, oblivious to his surroundings. The voices in his head had been absent since he woke up and he was glad. The kitten was playing next to him, jumping up and down trying to catch his eartail as his body moved back and forth.

"Hmm! Look what I found! A stray kitten and its owner!"

Ran jumped from the place where he was seated, violet eyes going wide in apprehension.

"Go away!" He said as he retreated, only to be pressed forward by another body from behind.

"Come on! You're all wet. Looks like you could use some warming up!" The man in front of him leered as he advanced. "Nice kitty you have there… here kitty… kitty… kitty." Ran gasped in surprise when the man behind him grasped his hands. He wriggled violently, trying to get away from the strong grip, but he couldn't budge. Not even an inch. There were two of them, big and beefy. He knew he stood no chance against them. He smelled something sour as the man behind him breathed in his ear and whispered something about a nice and firm round butt. One of the hands was now coiling around his waist and was holding him firmly.

The leering man had caught the kitten, grinning widely at him. "Wanna see if it can swim?"

"No! Please!" Ran pleaded at them. "Don't hurt it!"

"Then pretty boy, do as what we tell you". He could feel something bulging out from the man's waist as he rubbed himself behind him. He squirmed at the movement when he heard the man tell his friend to throw the kitten into the drain. "NO!"

The leering man was in front of him now, looking at him with a hungry and lustful expression, one hand squeezing the kitten tightly, the other was snaking inside his shirt, ripping off the button. He told him in a low voice to stop fighting or he would throw the cat into the drain. Ran whimpered as the man pressed his face towards his neck. Memories. Other faces from the nightmare, the same abomination flooded his mind, making him sway. He began to collapse when the man sucked his left nipple, hearing the kitten mewling, frantically trying to escape. He weeped and he heard dimly….

"Police Officer! Freeze!"

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"Fuck!"

The man who was busy licking the pale body turned, growling angrily at the interruption of his fun and turned his face towards the figures that were standing a few feet from him. He turned completely, facing the blond who was aiming the gun at him and smirked.

"Ch! Fun killing cops," he said as he swayed the kitten left and right violently. The kitten mewled in desperation but Yohji did not budge, still aiming the gun. "Let go of the boy and put down the cat. Slowly…" Schuldig and Crawford were standing behind him; both were concerned about the young man whose face had turned ashen, apparently unable to hold himself anymore.

"Why should I?" The man stared at Yohji and without warning he threw the kitten on the pavement where Yohji was standing. A hard thump was heard. Yohji averted his eyes; the kitten was not moving, but still breathing. His aim shifted slightly, in a split second the other man took this advantage to shove the redhead into the drain. A loud splash was heard.

"Sayonara, Cop!" Both of them said and ran away while the three men were left stunned where they had dropped the redhead into the strong currents in the drain.

Crawford was the first one who recovered, without hesitation he jumped into the drain, followed by Schuldig. Yohji wanted to chase after them but quickly changed his mind. Instead he ran along the pavement, watching as his lover and Crawford tried to get hold of the young man.

Crawford swam as hard as he could in the strong current, he had lost his glasses in the process and couldn't see clearly where the boy was… His eyes searched frantically and he was nearly giving up when he saw a frantic hand struggling up in the air, before it completely disappeared. Crawford dived in and saw the young man a few meters away from him, sinking. He quickly grabbed the boy by the waist and swam up. Vaguely he heard a voice calling after him. He turned and saw Schuldig swimming towards him, he reached out with his free hand and Schuldig grabbed hold of it, and clung to him tightly.

Another hand reached out, pulling him over towards the bank and tried to take the young man he was holding. He couldn't see clearly who it was and instead of releasing he gripped the boy even more firmly.

"It's me, Crawford, let him go. I am not Ultraman to pull three of you out at once." He heard Yohji's voice and released the redhead from his arms. Yohji pulled the redhead up and grabbed Crawford who was holding Schuldig. Both of them were panting heavily. Schuldig coughed and wheezed. "You two okay?" Yohji asked, concerned. Both nodded simultaneously.

Yohji squatted near the redhead, checking his pulse. His face turned paled and he shouted, "He's not breathing!"

Crawford moved closer towards the boy and knelt down and began a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Come on! Breathe! No response.

Dammit! Breathe!

It was Crawford's third time trying to pump air into the redhead lungs. On his fourth try when his mouth was still locked on the redhead's lips, Ran opened his eyes. Within that second, Crawford was mesmerized, finding himself lost in the beauty of lavender fields before he heard the redhead cough violently, spitting out water from his mouth. Crawford tilted the younger man's head and body until all the swallowed water was out.

Ran hiccuped for a few moments but when he found his breath, he twisted his body towards Crawford's. He tried to claw at the man's face with his fingers, kicking and screaming at him at the same time. Crawford grabbed the young man's hands, pulling him closer, trying to sooth the terrified boy.

"Hush! I'm not going to hurt you… I'm not going to hurt you!" He repeated the words in a soothing voice over and over again until the young man's struggle died down. When he looked at the boy, he was already unconscious.

He turned to observe Schuldig who was crouching on his knees behind him with his orange locks plastered on his wet face, covering half of it. "You okay?" Schuldig nodded and sneezed. Yohji ran towards the car searching for a blanket that he knew was in Crawford's trunk.

"Let's go!" Crawford said to Schuldig and carried the redhead in his arms. As they were about to leave the place, he heard a sound… a sad sound… an almost whispering mewling sound… Both men turned their head towards the noise and there on the pavement laid the kitten… looking at them… breathing heavily with watery pleading eyes.

Crawford sighed as Schuldig sneezed again. He knew that the German was wet and also allergic to anything that associated with fur. Crawford handed over his bundle to Schuldig and walked towards the kitten, stooped down and picked it up. The kitten was mewling at him and Crawford knew it was injured. Although it was badly wounded, it still tried to bat his nose with its little paw, licking and trying to bite his fingers when he tried to check the wound.

They reached the car; Yohji was ready with the blanket and quickly wrapped Ran with it. "I drive," he said. Crawford nodded as he watched Schuldig placing the redhead in the back before moving to the passenger's seat. Crawford got in, one hand holding the kitten gently and the other lifted Ran's head and let it rest on his lap-the kitten was still trying to bite his fingers.

"Hospital?" The blond asked after all of them were settled in the car. "No! My house," Crawford answered firmly. "What?" He asked when Yohji stared at him.

"I don't think it's a good idea, Crawford!" he said.

"Fuck the good ideas! My house!" he glared. Yohji flinched at the American's glare. An angry Crawford was not a reasonable Crawford. He wanted to argue but then decided against it, thinking that arguing with a wet Crawford was not a good idea and also because of the warning pinch on his left hip, courtesy of his lover. So he drove to Crawford's house and listened as the older man called Farfello ordering him to find a vet and to make sure that the man was there when he was back.

~tbc~

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Me: Okay!! Hope all you enjoy this chapter.

Fuuma: For those who are not familiar with Ultraman, Ultraman is actually a Japanese hero fighting Monsters that invaded Japan. It was a popular series among the children in 70's to 80's alongside with Kamen Raider. Then they started with Ultraman Gia and other Ultraman series with same motive… fighting monsters.

Me: *hugs Fuuma * I hope that explained ^___^

Fuuma: *leers at the hug*

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