Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking All the Rules ❯ Tensions Mount ( Chapter 1 )

I've been looking forward to releasing this particular piece for quite awhile since it combines several of my favorite Weiss-specific elements. Not only do the psychics of Schwarz finally appear, but there is also an extended threesome sex scene that is quite unique compared to all of my other lemons.

 

Beware the high angst levels as well as foreshadowing for future installments in this continuity. Remember that if you see something or someone that you want more of in later stories, mention it in an uplifting review here at MM.org and who knows what the muses might do with it?

 

Unfortunately, final editing and posting schedules for this story may be rather unpredictable for a variety of reasons, so please check e-sama.livejournal.com for updates during its release phase.

 

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Title: Breaking All the Rules [chapter 1 of 8]

 

Book 3 of the Realizations Arc

 

Author: Enigma (also known as “E-sama the Llama”)

 

Series: Weiss Kreuz

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Grouping for Lemon: Yohji/Ken/Aya

 

Other Pairings: Omi + Nagi, Brad + Schu

 

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, violence, bloodshed, coarse language, past abuse, sexual triangle (Yohji/Ken/Aya), detailed threesome lemon including masturbation, oral and anal sex, etc. AU-OOC.

 

Disclaimer: “Weiss Kreuz” is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. All original characters including “Christie”, etc. © Enigma, 2007. This unauthorized work of unpaid fanfiction is intended for entertainment only.

 

//internal thoughts//

 

 

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During the waning hours of July second, Omi couldn't help surreptitiously glancing at the distraught man beside him as they sped toward their next dangerous rendezvous with fate.

 

//Yohji-kun seems *really* upset! The way he's chain-smoking is just awful.// With a sigh, he admitted to himself, //But I'll bet Ken-kun and Aya-kun aren't much better off. Honestly, it sounded like Yohji-kun thought we'd interrupted them when they were in the middle of having sex…. //

 

The archer's cheeks pinked prettily as he imagined what that might have entailed or even where it might have taken place. Mortified by having allowed his mind to stray into the gutter while on a mission for Persia, he concealed his sudden blush by turning his face toward the window of the Seven as it raced through the streets of Tokyo en route to the Old Dock district.

 

When he had tried to reach Aya via the radio in the swordsman's coupe and had repeatedly failed less than fifteen minutes earlier, Omi had made the mistake of becoming more worried about it than he should have. Granted, he and Yohji both had erroneously assumed that their two teammates were going to be on their way home immediately after disposing of the drug dealer's corpse. The younger blond had made an additional error when he mentioned it aloud since he should've known better.

 

After all, Omi had more than a modicum of knowledge regarding the incredibly complicated sex lives of his teammates, so it shouldn't have rattled him. The worst part of bringing it up was that it had led to Yohji shouting at Ken mere moments earlier and now the Weiss tactician truly regretted letting things get out of hand.

 

Even though Yohji was clearly very disturbed by something that was a thorny personal problem involving himself, Ken, and Aya, his amazing driving abilities certainly hadn't faltered. So Omi didn't bother to give a near miss with a sluggish taxicab any thought at all. Instead, he focused on more important things.

 

//After we finished off that drug dealer, I'd barely gotten down to the basement of the Koneko---Yohji-kun was, of course, outside smoking like a chimney since he was so mad at Aya-kun for sending us away like he did---when I got the message that Kritiker had *finally* gotten a lock on that weirdo they're calling “Christie”.//

 

Nervously, he chewed on his lower lip as he recalled how glad he was to have gotten the news initially. His delight had turned to disappointment when he discovered that they would need to head right back out into the dismal night to deal with this lingering threat.

 

//They said that we needed to move quickly to stop him. Changing out of my whore getup super-fast and into battle gear had felt really good, but putting an end to that freak who likes to kill girls and then rape their corpses will feel even better!//

 

A small tremor of revulsion ran down Omi's spine as he reflected on the case at hand.

 

//I was really surprised when we found out that the dead high school girl from three nights ago was that monster's *fifth* known victim! Aya-kun got really freaked out when that happened, so I asked Manx about it and was shocked to find out how far Persia's profiler had gotten on the case. She's probably right that this is a no-life loser who has serious impotency problems, but still! When you start killing girls just because you can't get it up, you're going to answer to Weiss sooner or later!//

 

Stifling thoughts of just when and with whom he himself liked to “get it up” for fear of heading right back into the gutter again, Omi's quicksilver train of thought continued to speed down its tracks.

 

//But apparently we stumbled across the first part of a sudden upswing in activity for that creep. A whole bunch more dead girls have been found since then and, well, if we've got a chance to nail him tonight, we'd better succeed.//

 

The typically genki teen's unusually dark thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a quiet question.

 

“Hey, Omi?” Yohji's voice was softer and more introspective than normal, yet it still startled his young comrade who jumped slightly when his name was called. Unaware of this abnormal lack of composure on the part of the teen, the older man took a long, thoughtful drag on the latest in a rapid-fire series of Camel cigarettes before asking quietly, “How ya been lately?”

 

“Um, I've been okay, I guess. Why do you ask?” Omi hesitated to say more than this without knowing what the wire-wielder had in mind first. There were certain aspects of his private life that his teammates were sure to disapprove of, so questions like this made him careful not to offer too much information.

 

With a disinterested shrug of navy blue clad shoulders, Yohji changed his mind about what he'd really intended to ask and tried to make it a non-issue by stating the simple truth, “You haven't been around the house much lately.”

 

“Oh, is that all?” Omi breathed a literal sigh of relief. “It's just school and stuff, Yohji-kun. No big deal.”

 

Emerald eyes slipped to the side and peered at him intently before the inevitable question was asked, “Are you sure? Ken said something the other day about you apparently, um, dating somebody or other. Or at least, that was his theory.”

 

The implication hung in the air between them and with a nervous swallow, Omi answered, “Well, Yohji-kun, I've got a lot of friends… to say I'm `dating' isn't exactly accurate.” What was more accurate was also more embarrassing as well as potentially fatal, so he hurriedly added, “But let's not worry about that right now. Let's just make sure we're ready for this mission!”

 

Letting his eyes drift back to the road, Yohji nodded only once before saying, “It's a classic search and destroy, isn't it? We track down the bad guy, put an end to his psychotic spree thereby saving all the pretty little girls who don't even know they're in trouble, and then we go home, right?”

 

“Yes, but there's a really big problem,” Omi agreed yet fidgeted uncomfortably as he pulled a computer printout from his jacket pocket and glanced at it again before explaining, “We don't know for sure what the guy looks like, or his real name, so we almost have to catch him in the act which would be really gross because he'd be having sex with a dead girl if we did that.”

 

“Ugh, not a pretty sight,” Yohji agreed with a grunt. He took a final drag on his cigarette before flicking the glowing butt through a small opening between the window and the rarely used convertible top that was up since it had been raining on and off all evening. While barely restraining the instantaneous desire for another Camel, he remarked, “Well, we'll give it our best shot and see if we can save all those cute school girls from his version of `lovemaking', okay?”

 

“Yeah, that would be good,” Omi sighed unhappily. One of the victims had been the cousin of a classmate and the entire school was going to be able to sleep better once this assignment was complete. Sadly, it was very hard to find a criminal whose face you didn't know; especially when it was this close to midnight, a time when visibility was truly problematic at their destination by the river.

 

Several long minutes of silence then passed between them and Omi found the verbal void odd.

 

Usually gregarious to a fault, Yohji rarely missed an opportunity to enjoy a tête-à-tête with his youngest teammate. Right now, though, the older blond seemed more interested in having what seemed like his tenth cigarette in less than fifteen minutes rather than talk with Omi. It all seemed agonizingly strange, yet the archer chose not to disturb the peace with further chitchat.

 

Miles away and closing fast, another vehicle carried two young men who were even more tightlipped.

 

Ever since Aya's final accusatory question about where they were needed had left his mouth back in the furniture store, the swordsman had remained stubbornly silent even as he pushed his unremarkable small car to high rates of speed.

 

Seated on the passenger's side of the coupe and feeling like he really didn't want to be there, Ken was having difficulty enduring the lingering effects of a sexual encounter that could've been both better and worse. He was also incredibly thirsty after so much exertion, yet he feared the reaction that he would get if he dared to delay their arrival at the mission rendezvous point for something as simple as a bottle of Gatorade.

 

To distract himself, Ken tried to think of other things, but the only thoughts that made it past his increasingly exhausted awareness were equally disheartening.

 

//Shit… I *really* need a shower. It's distracting as hell feeling all wet `n sticky this way and I can't do a damned thing about it. Plus, my ass is a little sore. Not as bad as that first time when Aya pushed my face into that brick wall, but still….//

 

Thoughts of the brief yet intense encounter that he'd shared with the stoic redhead less than fifteen minutes earlier made his heart ache more than it did his body.

 

//Sex still doesn't mellow him out one damned little bit, I guess. Why I thought my idea to help Aya figure out how to do it right would be an improvement… Well, I just don't even know at this point.//

 

With a very soft sigh whose sound was lost beneath that of the buzz of the roadway under their tires, Ken recalled the agony of being abruptly impaled by too many of Aya's inexperienced fingers. His efforts to convince himself that that had been better than not being prepared at all were slowly falling into ruin.

 

This thought, understandably, brought to mind someone who had never been less than considerate in that regard and who could have done a much better job of explaining the intimate process in the first place. He imagined how easily Yohji could have presented the same information and how unfazed he would've been about it, something Ken himself certainly couldn't claim to have been.

 

//If only I was even half as confident as Yohji always is….//

 

An image of his handsome, green-eyed partner sprang unbidden to his mind's eye, and Ken might have taken solace in that reflection under other circumstances. On this accursed night, however, thoughts of the talented sensualist certainly didn't help matters at all.

 

//I can't keep this up anymore. Trying to be what each of them needs is killing me.//

 

His miserable thoughts pertained to the separate sexual relationships that he'd built with both of the eldest members of Weiss, yet it was his own misgivings and self-doubts which were at the root of the problem more than anything the others did. Then again, considering how very different his two partners were, maybe it wasn't exclusively his fault after all.

 

With a distressed grimace which was utterly lost on the world beyond the car window, Ken contemplated the last contact that he'd had with the elder of his two partners.

 

//Yohji sounded incredibly pissed at me earlier.//

 

The fact that Yohji ought to have been angry with not just Ken but Aya, too, never even occurred to the teen whose tendency to blame himself first and foremost was a constant problem. Instead, his mournful thoughts circled an important issue that he'd not given sufficient thought to previously.

 

//I must've been crazy thinking he didn't know or maybe just didn't care about Aya and me. Then again, he never said anything about it before and it's pretty damned rare that Mr. Talkative would keep anything to himself.//

 

With a sorrowful frown, Ken admitted to himself that his incredibly gratifying sexual relationship with Yohji was most likely about to be ended whether he wanted it that way or not.

 

//Considering the way he sounded a little bit ago, he'll probably give me royal hell later when we get home, maybe even kick my ass for good measure, and that will be the end of that.//

 

His melancholy thoughts darkened even more as he recalled the spectacular interlude that the two of them had shared in the flower shop that very afternoon.

 

Soulful brown eyes drifted closed as he recalled the sexy way that Yohji had placed the light blue apron between Ken's own teeth before giving him a truly grand blowjob. That was followed by even better intercourse while he was bent over the potting bench in the back of the shop and then a glorious encore down in the basement.

 

Along with these sensual reminiscences were ones of how caring the admirable older man had been earlier that evening. The honest yet exaggerated response to a minor kitchen mishap had truly given Ken's beleaguered heart the warmest feeling that it had enjoyed in a terribly long time. This, unfortunately, left him terribly susceptible to a commensurately cold feeling now.

 

//Maybe I never should've given Aya a chance in the first place. I'm really going to miss moments like that with Yohji.//

 

A furtive glance at the sullen twenty year old whose driving would've made a weaker stomach do cartwheels caused him to add even more misery to himself.

 

//But it looks like Aya's pretty pissed off at me just like Yohji is, so I guess he's done wasting time on me, too.//

 

It felt as if Ken's heart was twisting painfully in his chest as he came to a horrible conclusion.

 

//I not only got screwed by both of them, I also lost them both, all in one day. Oh, man! Am I a complete and total idiot, or what?//

 

Images of the first time that Aya had deigned to fully disrobe before sex entered Ken's mind and if he hadn't been in a veritable pit of despair, his body would've no doubt responded to the erotic recollection. But as deeply divided as Ken had been all day and into the night about how to juggle his two intimate partners, there just wasn't enough hope left to reawaken those embers.

 

With an almost silent sigh, Ken then jumped to a conclusion that he really shouldn't have.

 

//Then again, it was probably inevitable. Considering my past, I really had no business getting my hopes up that any of this might've meant more than it did. Or that it might last longer than it did, either.//

 

Much like Omi was doing even as they rushed toward one another, he continued to gaze out the window for awhile, distantly noting the wet pavement and the foreboding darkness that the heavy blanket of clouds added to the night sky. With this as a backdrop, he considered the improbability of being able to reconcile with both Aya and Yohji to the point that they could all at least be coworkers as well as teammates again.

 

Simply put, this was now his greatest concern.

 

If the three participants in this bizarre sex triangle couldn't find a way to coexist within the walls of the Koneko, the assassin codenamed Siberian would no doubt be asked to change teams within Kritiker's secretive structure or even be dismissed entirely.

 

Frankly, Ken would rather die in battle that very night than face such a situation. His ties to his fellow members of Weiss ran too deep and too strong to be transferred to Gelb, Blau, or any of the other teams scattered across Japan.

 

The sorrowful truth about the dangerous level of distraction that the nineteen year old former athlete was experiencing was evidenced by the simple reality that he hadn't eaten in far too many hours, yet failed to feel hungry. When a young man Ken's age with his need for fuel fails to realize that he's running low on what it takes for physical as well as mental agility, there is something truly amiss.

 

Soon, however, these dismal, fatalistic thoughts were replaced by other more appropriate ones considering where they were headed.

 

As they approached the harbor area, the traffic thinned out even as refrigerated delivery trucks began to outnumber cars by more than two to one. In only a few short hours, the world renowned Tsukiji fish market would be in full swing and the ice merchants had to get there first.

 

Weiss' anticipated second confrontation with evil for that night would be nowhere near that world famous landmark. However, thinking about it helped Ken to remind himself that most of Tokyo went about its day-to-day life completely unaware of their efforts to safeguard the general populace's usually peaceful existence.

 

Number 5 of the antiquated Tezuka docks was all too familiar territory to the florist/assassins, therefore neither Yohji nor Aya would have trouble finding it. Persia's deadliest agents had found themselves caught up in more than a few running battles in the Old Dock district and this wealth of experience would be to their advantage tonight.

 

Each of the nine manmade peninsulas that were designated 1 through 9 from west to east, respectively, extended in a roughly southerly direction into the Sumida River.

 

Despite having been placed upon a natural waterway which had been enhanced by dredging to allow for various mid-sized cargo ships to gain access to them, the Tezuka docks were no longer in high demand. What had been sufficient in years gone by was now of little use since the Old Dock district couldn't handle the large container vessels preferred by modern shipping companies.

 

Ten rarely used warehouses, each slightly separated from one another in the name of fire control, jutted up from each dock. Since they provided perfect cover for all sorts of illegal activities, these decaying structures had become the focal point for a number of criminal groups as well as the proverbial dregs of society. A few of the abandoned warehouses had even become secretive brothels; hence the presence of the young, female prostitutes that “Christie” preyed upon.

 

The buildings were designated A-E from north to south on the western side, but were F-J from south to north on the eastern side. Each of them had the dock number added to the letter for ease of reference whenever they were described as individual units. This serpentine address scheme made sense when seen on a map and the weird pattern held only for this limited area, but it was sufficiently ingrained in the Weiss assassin's memories to allow them to move swiftly without additional reference.

 

Despite their aging nature, the exteriors of some of the warehouses were still lit by security floodlights in the hopes that they might deter vandals. This was as useless as putting a scarecrow in a field of ripe corn, but at least it would grant the participants in this night's drama a bit of lighting, harsh though it may have been.

 

The first to arrive on the scene since their inner city location had actually been closer than the Koneko was, Abyssinian didn't bother to state the obvious even as he pulled his car into the shadows enveloping a corner of warehouse 5-J, but Ken did.

 

“Where's the Seven? I thought Yohji and Omi were ahead of us?” Worried chocolate brown eyes scanned the area and then spotted the sleek, green roadster approaching. He pointed to it as he said, “There they are.”

 

Aya's annoyed grunt of acknowledgment echoed painfully in Ken's ears.

 

With a huff of breath, the swordsman slid from the front seat, reclaimed his katana which he then slung over his back before standing with arms crossed angrily over his maroon trench coat as he awaited the others.

 

During the brief moments that it had taken Ken to finish dressing and then join him after their interlude earlier, Abyssinian had been on the radio with Bombay to confirm that they were finally going to take out the current bane of his existence, “Christie”. Considering this fact, he probably shouldn't have been radiating negative energy, yet he was.

 

Too miserable to get excited about the mission at hand, Ken quietly slipped out of the car, too, and just waited a reasonable distance away from the man who he assumed was quite angry with him. There wasn't any point in trying to cope with their personal issues now, so he intended to just avoid the problem until “Christie” was dead and they could all go home to settle their relationship debacle privately.

 

Yohji masterfully backed his beloved Seven into the darker shadows beneath a loading dock overhang beside warehouse 5-A ready as always for a quick getaway. Then, wordlessly, he and Omi joined the other two where they lurked in the darkness.

 

Thanks to lucky providence, the battle ready Balinese didn't position himself too closely to the equally prepared Abyssinian. As it was, both men were more than eager for the fight that was to come. If the elder had smelled the powerful essence of the recent sexual encounter with Ken radiating from the younger, there may well have been premature fisticuffs or worse.

 

It was one thing for Yohji to be fairly certain that Aya had been taking advantage of Ken between missions that night. It was quite another to be confronted with the irrefutable evidence. And considering the fact that at that very moment, Aya still smelled of the cocoa butter-based lubricant that was one of Ken's favorites as well as the brunette's own passionate release, this could be counted as a near miss in anyone's book.

 

For a long, awkward moment, no one said anything and all four teammates seemed uncomfortable in each other's presence.

 

This short, unprofessional lapse only lasted until the Weiss tactician produced the printouts that he'd brought and then he proceeded with a rare on-site mission briefing. With Bombay taking the lead, the elder pair had even less reason to speak to each other and that ought to have reduced the tension in the air, yet it didn't.

 

Due to exhaustion, confusion, and his other distractions, Ken was only half-listening to whatever the hell it was that Omi had to say.

 

No thanks to the way that the older pair was pointedly ignoring each other, his thoughts had wandered like an inattentive child's back to the painful dilemma that he'd been wrestling with throughout this rain-drenched Thursday. The lingering physical discomfort that he was incapable of denying even to himself by this point wasn't making it any easier, either.

 

The only bright spot had been the way that his throat and lungs felt better now that he'd been away from the abandoned furniture store for a little while. Ken hoped that whatever apparently allergic reaction he was having while there was over and done with, but that was impossible to predict at this point.

 

Once they were given the command to split up and search, Siberian wasn't alone in finding it a little easier to focus his thoughts on the task at hand once more.

 

“How sure were they that this asshole was going to strike down here at these specific docks, Bombay?” Balinese was asking as he tested his wire to confirm that it was still working well even after it had sent a drug dealer straight to hell earlier in the evening. He would have preferred to check it out down at his basement work bench during their brief trip home, but there simply wasn't time.

 

Doing a similar check of his own crossbow which was this evening's weapon of choice and finding it satisfactory, Bombay replied, “Very, Balinese. The corpses have been found practically in a straight line pointing to here. Persia's intel guys figured he was headed to dock 5 for some reason they didn't bother to share with me, but the profiler lady mentioned `Christie' could just be `close' to here, too. Why he'd want to end up down at the dockyard is anyone's guess, but he should be around here somewhere.”

 

“Maybe he wants to just throw himself into the river and drown,” Ken muttered morosely in a voice too quiet for any of the others to have heard. More loudly, he then asked, “How will we know when we find him?” He'd worked hard to stay out of the conversation until now, but he had missed this crucial part of the briefing due to his badly distracted state and wouldn't be any help at all without knowing the answer.

 

“Bombay said, `you just will', Siberian,” Balinese replied in a voice gone cold yet touched with heat as if it had a banked internal fire beneath it that it was attempting to conceal yet was doing so rather badly. Worried emerald eyes attempted to then make contact with downcast brown ones, but Ken simply didn't have the strength to look Yohji straight in the eye for fear of what he was certain that he'd find there.

 

Basically mute throughout the entire briefing, Abyssinian didn't bother to say anything aloud now either, but the frosty amethyst glance that Ken received from him which he interpreted as one of disgust made the teen wince apologetically.

 

“Fine then!” Siberian exclaimed in the vain hope of concealing what a complete disaster he was emotionally. The others each gazed at him with varying expressions of confusion, hope, and fear even as he refused to look back at them. Shoving aside his apprehension in favor of action, he snapped, “Let's get this over with!”

 

Cerulean eyes went wide as Omi forced down a desire to ask what was wrong with Ken other than what he had already surmised even as the athletic teen vanished like a wraith in the night. Now that he wasn't distracted by his responsibilities as tactician, he could observe the remaining two men and he became aware of the almost palpable tension lingering between them, something he'd thought would have vanished of its own accord.

 

There is an old assassin's adage which states that “distraction will get you killed” and Bombay felt an icy chill race up his spine as it came to mind.

 

For a moment, Yohji hesitated as if torn between following his discomfited lover and confronting the reticent redhead who had obviously contributed to Ken's miserable state. In the end, he, too, chose the mission priority over personal matters much as they all had from time to time.

 

With a grim expression on his face, Balinese intoned, “Siberian's right. Let's go!”

 

With wordless nods, the remaining florist/assassins all vanished into the darkness as well. Each young man had his headset in place and it was standard operating procedure to hunt solo, but kill as a pack later. Unfortunately, things occasionally don't go according to plan even for the most organized vigilantes and this was especially true when unexpected participants arrived on the scene.

 

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To be continued…