Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ The Serpent and its Prey ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: Like the previous chapters… how I wished I owned them.

Warning: The usual warning applies. M/m relationship and so on and so forth.

Notes: Here's the update. Sorry for the waiting, I have been quite busy with helping organizing stupid things like dinner and golf >_< By the way, I will take out both of my fiction called In another Man Prison and Flammentenzer because I am in the process of rewriting both of the fics. However, I will not be posting it in ff.net, instead will post it in crawfordxran LJ community. Go and visit there if any of you like to read other fic that I try to write^^ My latest obsession now is Peace Maker Kurogane and Samurai 7. Hijikata is shessy ^___^

Kay, enough rambling, here is the chapter.

Chapter 14 - The Serpent and its Prey

A figure was pacing back and forth in the living room.

He was anxiously waiting, but still exhilarated and he grinned slightly as if to prove his lightened mood. His gift would arrive soon and he had been waiting eagerly and full with anticipation. He licked his lips once in excitement.

He saw a light heading towards his courtyard. It was a signal to him that his package had arrived. He rushed forward to the main door, where his personal guard greeted him and opened the big oak door for his charge.

The luxurious black van had finally stopped. His son stepped out from the van blocking his view. Feeling impatient, he strode towards them quickly and shoved his son away upon seeing red hair peeking out of the blanket that was covering the limp body completely.

"Give him to me!" He commanded and slapped his son's hand away. His son dutifully obliged, carefully handing the bundle to his father's waiting arms. From the corner of his eyes he could see clearly that his partners in crime were grinning conspicuously over his father's eagerness.

Without a word, the older man turned and walked into his house. One of the boy's arms peek through the blanket and was soon dangling by his side. Reaching out to tuck the limp arm back into the blanket he heard his father shouting at him.

"Don't touch him!" The older man snarled and he quickly retrieved his hand and followed his father silently back in the house. His partners in crime were following behind his back whispering among themselves.

"Any problems?" The older man asked as he lay the boy down on the soft sofa, yanking off the blanket, revealing the smooth pale slender legs. The man had to keep his breath from hitching at the sight and pulled down the garment that the young man was wearing. He didn't like anyone to see what was his, not even his sons.

His daughter came down from the stairs and smirked slightly to her father. "Wow!! Mission completed." She watched the sleeping form and nibbled her lips carelessly.

His father snorted and turned to his son, waiting for his answer.

His son shook his head. "No!" He answered simply ignoring the small fact that the butler was in the house at that time. He simply thought that it was insignificant fact and he didn't need to inform his father about it.

"He played hide and seek with us though." One of the men standing near his son interrupted and laughed gaily as he continued to speak. "He even fought. The American must have pampered him, I bet he is wild now."

"Guess it's my job to tame him then. Either he like it or not, he will break." The older man grinned smugly, slinging the boy in his arms. " I'm putting him in my room. You can do whatever you want, my daughter will give you the payment for retrieving the package successfully." He gave a signal to his daughter and the young girl nodded, understanding what her father meant.

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An Adonis. A fine sculpture made by the hands of God.

So beautiful, the man thought, eyeing the crumpled form on his bed. He noticed dark bruises on the forearm and slight discoloration on the face, but other than that everything was smooth and perfect.

Mine he mused with a smug smile. He let the thought linger in his mind for quite some time and it made him want to laugh out loud. The damn American lost. He couldn't help it and let out the laugh that he was bottling up earlier. He felt exhilarated, powerful and in control. His body shook in delight.

His to touch! His to love. His to savor!

He was getting hard and took a deep breath, swatting away the thought of that body molding into his.

No! Not yet! Good things have to wait!

Another deep breath. The boy would wake up and he wanted him to see his face the first thing when he open his eyes. Wanted to see those stunning eyes flickered in fear and lips parted in terror. It would be stunning.

It would be nice to keep the boy tied up and pump him with enough drugs, keeping him calm, hopeless, lying on the bed frozen like a corpse when he poured all his love into the body. Shaking his head, he let out his cockscrew grin. Nope! It wouldn't be a thrill if the boy was helpless only hearing, seeing and knowing what was being done to him. He wanted to feel the pleasure of the boy knowing what was going on, feeling exactly what was being done to him. It gave him indescribable pleasure.

He decided to sit. The bed creaked a little and the boy stirred but did not open his eyes. He began to touch the boy, running his fingers over the perfect face. Damn! He was hard again, this time it was too painful to ignore. He fumbled with the zip of his pants and stifled a relieved sigh when he took out his erection and began stroking it. His hand was now gripping the boy's face.

The redhead stirred again, beautiful eyelashes fluttering and soft lips parting as if for a kiss. He shouldn't deny the invitation. It would be rude wouldn't it? But he didn't want to disturb him. He looked so peaceful, too peaceful almost.

Another budge and this time the boy let out a soft moan but otherwise kept his eyes closed. The hospital dress he was wearing lifted, giving the man a breathtaking sight of the boy's thigh.

Definitely worth waiting.

His thoughts strayed to the American. How he wished to see his face when he realized he had lost everything. That should teach him a lesson not to mess with him.

He frowned when he was reminded that the boy had been under that bastard's custody for more than a month. He must have touched the boy; no one could resist something this perfect. He scowled. That bastard better not touch what was his more than he was allowed.

He decided that the boy needed to be cleansed. Free from any scents of that bastard. He would purify the body, outside and inside and free him from any trace of that bastard American. He waited patiently for the boy to wake up. The young man would soon be opening his eyes. The effect of the stun gun would soon wear off.

Ran shifted again, feeling sore at some places. Far back in his mind, he knew something was not right. Groaning softly he opened his eyes. Ah... there it was… those stunning eyes, looking blurry trying to understand where he was.

The boy kept staring up at him, bewildered and then filled with terrified comprehension. Pure unadulterated terror shone in those eyes when he realized where he was and who was with him.

It was so beautiful.

The young man opened his mouth as if trying to scream but nothing came out. He seized both of the boy's arms, smirking as the perfect body began thrusting and straining against his hold.

"Hello baby. Missed me?"

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Schuldig was sitting up straight in the bed and automatically pushed Yohji away from on top of him. Scrambling towards the phone, he dialed Crawford's house and cursed repeatedly when he was answered by an engage tone. Slamming the receiver down, he picked up the phone and threw it against the wall.

Yohji jumped, surprised. He was a little dazed, still trying to comprehend the situation. Not to mention, he was about to reach his orgasm and was brutally pushed by his lover and ended up bumping his ass on the floor.

"Why the fuck are you still sitting on the floor?" Schuldig yelled at him. "Didn't you hear the message? They took Ran!" His boyfriend shouted further, glaring at him as he kicked the scattered phone on the floor. "I'm going there now!"

"Schu"

"WHAT??"

Yohji took a deep breath as he got up and pulled his pants from the floor. "You can't go there like that."

"Like what? If you want to wait till the police get there, go ahead and wait." The German stormed out from the room.

Cursing slightly, Yohji ran after his boyfriend and caught his hand before he could turn the knob to the front door open. "LET GO OF ME!!!"

"Schu, I know you are panicked and angry." He swallowed, "But you can't go there naked."

Schuldig hung his head a little, realizing that he was wearing nothing. "I'm not angry… but what am I going to tell Brad, Yohji? Oh Brad! I was so horny and needed a fuck from my boyfriend so we decide to leave Ran."

Yohji pulled his lover closer, wrapping both of his arms around his waist, he murmured. "You are not going to face him alone, Schu." He murmured as he caressed the back of his lover, trying to relieve some of the tension, "I was to blame too. If he's angry with you, he will be angry with me more. I'm the detective in charge of Ran's case and I am supposed to protect Ran."

Schuldig nodded and tore himself away from his boyfriend's embrace, running to the bedroom to get something to wear. Yohji took out his cell phone and called his partner.

"Who did you call?" He heard his lover's voice as he opened the door.

"Asuka. I told her to get there with few other officers. I told her to ready an ambulance, just in case…."

"Farfello!"

Yohji could only nod, he wanted to tell his German lover something but could not when his lover had ran out from the apartment towards the elevator.

Schuldig cursed at the elevator while his fingers kept on pressing the down button. Frustrated, he ran towards the exit door and took the stairs instead. Yohji quickly tailed him from behind, trying to catch up with his lover.

"Hurry up!" The German yelled at his lover as he started the engine. Yohji climbed at the passenger seat and was still fumbling with the seatbelt as the German began to speed.

There was no traffic at these hours and Schuldig was speeding like he was in the Formula 1 Championship. The car was approaching a sharp curve and the German's foot automatically hit the brakes to slow the car down.

Nothing.

"Shit!" Schuldig almost panicked when the car kept gathering speed.

"Slow down Schu!" He heard his lover shouted.

"I'm fucking trying. I can't brake!"

"What???"

" I SAID THE BRAKES ARE DEAD!!"

"That was not what you said." That was all Yohji could say before he turned his eyes back on the road while his lover frantically tried to control the car and pressed the brakes again and again. But it was useless.

The car took another curve, skidded; nearly hit a tree when Schuldig expertly turned the steering avoiding it in high speed. Yohji held his breath. Another 100 meters there would be sharp curve and the car would not be able to take it at this speed.

Yohji somehow had a feeling that the car's brakes had been tampered with. He had sent his lover's car for service two days before and it was in perfect condition. Someone planned this. Someone… but who? He couldn't think of anyone, may be it was aiming at him because he was in the police force. A lover of a convict maybe… avenging the capture of their loved one by him. But then again… something clicked in his mind. It was supposed to be his car and not Schu.

Yohji's mind raced frantically; there was no way to stop the car now. Schu was fighting hard to keep the wheels on the road.

The car began to skid out of control.

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Crawford stood in the shower, letting the water pummel his body; he had been under the water for more than half an hour. Suppressing another heavy sigh, he turned the water knob, grabbing the bathrobe and wrapped himself in it before stepping out in the room. Ken was still sound asleep. When he saw the brunette, he couldn't help but to lean heavily against the wall. It was not his intention to bring Ken here to sleep with him. Not at all!

The young soccer player needed a rest and he thought that it was the best idea to bring him to one of his vacation homes for him to relax and clear his mind for his upcoming match.

Eyes still on the brunette and with heavy steps, he moved towards the where the vodka bottle was placed and poured himself a drink. After a sip, he raised the glass to his eyes and stare at it for few minutes. This drink had made his night turn into a nightmare. He had had sex with Ken. He was not going to make the young boy think that he was a one-night stand guy. Every action came with a cost. And he should be responsible for this one.

Downing the drink in one shot, his thoughts strayed to the redhead in his house. It would be a difficult decision but things were different after tonight. He was not going to turn his back on Ken, not what after what he did even though he didn't do it on purpose.

His biggest mistake.

He had no choice but to let go of Ran. Aya was right, he needed his own family to take care of him. But how is he going to tell Ran his decision? And how would he feel? It would be a big blow towards the fragile young man. He had just promised the boy yesterday night that he would be there for him and how much he wanted Ran to continue staying with him. But this… He turned his eyes back to the sleeping young man in his bed.

Walking slowly towards the form, carefully not to make any sound to wake him up, he pulled the blanket up to cover the nude body. He could hear the boy sighing contentedly murmuring his name when he was once again wrapped in warmth.

Crawford had Schuldig to think about and of course Ken's brother who was overprotective over his younger charge. His mind was reeling again over the situation and he could feel a headache slowly forming in his head.

Ran had lost his family. Ken had lost his virginity. So? Who needed him most?

But then Ran had his sister… But still… Ken had his brother.

He couldn't run away from this, he had to face and solve this problem, no matter what. And in the end he had to make a choice.

And with that choice, one of them would hurt… Badly.

Grabbing his jacket on the chair, he searched for his cell phone in his pocket. He wondered idly why the phone had never rang once. Instead his hands found a crumpled cigarette pack. Yohji's cigarettes. He didn't like the blond to smoke in his house and had confiscated them silently every time the blond was unaware. He would give the detective a blank look as if he was innocent every time the lanky guy asked him about his missing smoke.

He took one of the cigarettes and placed it in his mouth, eyes searching for a match or lighter. He knew he had something somewhere in his room just for emergency cases to light up candles if the power when out.

He had quit this habit years ago. Coughing slightly, he continued his search for his cell phone and when he found it he frowned. He didn't remember turning the phone off. He always made sure it was on.

He needed to speak with Schu, silently ignoring the fact that he actually wanted to know how Ran was doing and how he missed him and jumped slightly in surprise when the phone gave him a loud buzz once he turned it on.

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"Stop fighting me baby, you know you cant win." He sneered when the young man kept on writhing violently under his firm hold.

"Shhh…. Daddy would take care of you, real good care."

Ran ceased his movements; instead he turned his face away from the man. Not wanting to look at him. Too scared to look at him.

"Poor baby. You have no one left, do you? No family. No one for you, except me." The man sighed dramatically.

"Crawford-san would..." Ran retorted suddenly, glaring at the man in defiance.

"Crawford! Crawford! Crawford!" The elder man snapped as he slapped the poor boy's face once. Gritting his teeth. " Crawford didn't give a damn about you. I do! Where is he now if he cares so much about you?" The elder man snickered, fisting a handful of the red hair; he pulled the young boy up. Ran yelped in pain, one of his hands trying to hold the other man's hand but it was quickly slapped away. "I'm sure he is in bed now… warming himself with that little boyfriend of his."

"That's not true!"

"Not true? Do you know where he is now?" The man gave him a mocking smile. "Did he tell you where he went? No… you don't know, do you? He's leaving you."

Ran shook his head, he didn't want to listen to what the man said, and it was a lie. Crawford would not leave him. He had promised.

"No! You lie!"

"Yeah… keep on saying that, but for now- "

Ran gasped in surprise when he felt something piercing through his skin and tried to move away.

"Hush… hush… You're tired. You need to rest. It's your medicine time. Uh… don't cry, honey. Daddy will sing you a lullaby" he shook his head, bending down again, face barely an inch from Ran and whispered into the young man's ear.

He raised his head up, laughed and began to sing.

Hush little baby

Don't you cry

Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby

Hush little baby

Don't say a word

Daddy's gonna bring you baby a mocking bird

"Now sleep."

He wanted to see the boy's eyes, wanted to study them, see the emotions in his eyes at the moment of defeat. A satisfied smile appeared from the corner of his mouth as he watched the boy's violet eyes mix with fear, hurt, surprise and sadness before they were closed completely.

He gave the boy a kiss on the temple. "Slumber sweetly my love"

~TBC~

Notes of thanks:

Mini-chan Thank you so much as usual *hugs*

Tygrrlyli Poor Ken, he's preparing his bugnuck because of your comment ^___^ Thank you for liking that part. It took me days to write it and rewatch few of thriller movies to get the feel and I am glad that it come out right *hugs*

Red-Planet31 Yeah!!! I hope they will get together in the end but it will be loooong and windy road. Bleh!! I feel like a drama queen ^^

Koji-chan *waves* mmm.. I hope this update bring you another smile. Oh!! there will be a huge argument about in later chapter. I think ^^

Anna Hibiki ^____^ I one my Obsession Confession… I want to see Crawford and Aya together again.. I want... *got smack by muses*

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groundling() No problem with the no money thing. I wrote for fun and every one to enjoy it free^^

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RuByMoOn17 May be and may be not… but it is a nice idea ^__^

LoneCayt Thank you so much for liking it. Yeah… I know I cannot bring Farfello character well in here, because his mind is too twisted in the real Weiss and the only dialogue I could think of him is YIAYIAYIAYIA ^____^

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A/N : Okay…. I hope I didn't miss anyone who put up the review. If I did, I am truly sorry but just knowing that I really appreciate the support and patience for this fiction and I hope I could deliver another good chapter next. Thank you for reading and reviewing.