Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coitus ❯ Mission Accomplished ( Chapter 1 )

Greetings and welcome to the sequel to "Interruptus".

Unlike its predecessor, this fic has far more than a "touch of angst". Instead, it has a great deal of darkness especially for Aya whose sexual past is fairly unpleasant in this continuity. Granted, he is not alone in this regard, but I'll let you discover that for yourself.

Please note that unlike most of my tales, the chapter lengths vary quite a bit, so don't be surprised that the first chapter is a mere fraction of the length that the final chapter will be. The reason for this is that the scenes naturally broke at different lengths and I was disinclined to try to force them into a more uniform length.

Due to unavoidable travel plans, I'm not sure how soon the rest of this fic will be posted, but I will resume working on it after our return next weekend. Most of the last two chapters are complete in rough draft and I'm curious how everyone will react to them since I've woven a great deal of plot into the erotic aspects of the extended lemon scenes.

Enjoy the story.

Enigma a.k.a. E-sama the Llama

(whose muses would welcome any encouraging words kind readers care to share with them, especially since completing this fic means a return to the world of "Neutral Territory" and they are really looking forward to that)

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Title: Coitus [chapter 1/5]

Sequel to "Interruptus"

Author: Enigma

Series: Weiss Kreuz

Written: January - April, 2004

Rating: NC-17

Main Pairing: (Yohji x Aya x Ken)

Category: Angst Yaoi Lemon Language. AU-OOC. Giftfic.

Archive: mediaminer.org [author: "E-sama the Llama"] and Wuffie.net [author: "Enigma"]

Spoilers: None of significance.

Warnings: angst, yaoi, extended threesome lemon, coarse language, brief violence including bloodshed. AU-OOC. Giftfic for Skippyscatt.

Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Oda Hiroyuki © Enigma, 2004, and is not to be used without permission. This unauthorized work of fanfiction is intended for entertainment only; kindly do not sue me.

Notes: After a successful mission followed by a near disaster, Yohji and Ken make Aya an offer that he hadn't dared to hope for. Will he accept or will certain dark secrets prevent him from ever finding true fulfillment with them?

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The night sky above Tokyo on a less than random Friday night was utterly unblemished by clouds, yet the eternal light pollution of that great metropolis made stargazing impossible. Not that it mattered to a specific group of assassins who were lying in wait on a rooftop.

That small band of handsome young men had other things on their minds.

Three days had passed since Yohji and Ken's afternoon of sexual delights was first interrupted and then later completed spectacularly even as another member of Weiss guiltily pleasured himself while eavesdropping on them. Of course, Aya had certainly not confessed his sin to them in the interim. There was no point in asking for forgiveness for something one feels is an inexcusable invasion of privacy in the first place.

The light of a narrow crescent moon shone down on the three men on the roof of the Takeshi Building who were awaiting the arrival of a fourth. However, the one for whom they were waiting was not their youngest teammate for a change.

Due to the lingering effects of a bullet wound suffered in the line of duty, Bombay's contributions to the current mission were limited to things that he could do for the others from safe within their base of operations beneath the Koneko no Sumu Ie. This certainly didn't mean that his efforts weren't going to influence the ultimate outcome of the assignment as they so often did. For that matter, it had been Omi's idea to lure a particularly devious serial killer to them instead of Weiss going to their prey like usual.

The unbelievably cunning Oda Hiroyuki would be delivering himself to his death very soon thanks to a falsified electronic summons from an escape helicopter that Omi had convinced the murderous bureaucrat would be meeting him there at midnight.

The unassuming milquetoast office worker who had murdered countless young women had a superhuman ability to leave virtually no trace of himself at his crime scenes which could be used to prosecute him in court. Thus, the police were totally stymied even though they were absolutely confident of the killer's identity. As Oda's insatiable hunger for the death screams of his victims grew, Kritiker had assigned Weiss to put an end to his reign of terror.

Crouching atop the overhang protecting the stairs that led to the rooftop helipad as per the plan Omi had devised, Yohji smoked a cigarette and contemplated the recently gathered body of evidence for something other than their mission. Once he'd stop rejecting Ken's assertions regarding Aya's desires for one or both of them, Yohji had begun using skills honed as a private detective to ferret out the truth for himself.

The undeniable bulk of the evidence that he was able to collect in three short days had left little to the imagination and he'd come to the undeniable conclusion that the often taciturn swordsman had very definite interest.

What had surprised Yohji the most, though, was that apparently Aya had indeed been allowing himself to indulge in physical gratification most likely while eavesdropping on the two of them. Surprisingly to some but not to others, this failed to insult the experienced sensualist. In fact, it was rather flattering if it was viewed from the right perspective and he looked forward to discovering how deeply Aya's more carnal passions might run.

While slowly pulling in a deep lungful of smoke, Yohji pondered the decision that he and Ken had already come to regarding the fact that Aya had only one option if he desired either of them. The swordsman accepted them both as lovers or he would have neither. There was no room for negotiation since they did not wish to become trapped in a dysfunctional ménage à trois.

As wisps of gray smoke slipped from between his lips, Balinese silently kept watch over his two teammates.

Abyssinian was positioned beside a large heating and air conditioning vent whereas Siberian was hiding in the shadows at the base of an antenna. The lanky blond was trying not to allow himself to feel possessive or protective of the two younger men as their period of lying in wait grew lengthy, but his good intentions were beginning to falter.

Emerald eyes caught the worried gaze of brown ones, but a quick thumbs up gesture reassured Ken that things were going according to plan and not to become worried by the minor delay. The sudden sound of an overturned can carefully placed on the stairs below as an early warning device reached Yohji's ears and he activated his headset only long enough to murmur, "it's showtime, boys."

Quiet acknowledgements were given in return even as Yohji pulled forth his infamous garroting wire and held it at the ready.

"That helicopter damned well better be ready," Oda muttered to himself as he approached the doorway that would lead to his doom. "The price I'll be paying that former mercenary to get the hell out of Shinjuku is certainly high enough to not be expected to wait." Clutching a briefcase filled with a falsified passport and enough unmarked bills to pay his way to virtually any destination worldwide, the serial killer pulled open the door to the roof and stepped straight into Bombay's carefully designed trap.

With lightning fast speed, Balinese looped his wire around Oda's neck, then jerked it taut and held him in place without killing him outright.

A terrified strangling noise emitted from the ensnared man's throat as he felt his airway being slowly crushed, but it was much too late for him to save himself.

With one set of bugnuks extended and his other hand occupied with carrying evidence of the sort that did indeed turn his stomach whenever he gazed upon it, Siberian stalked towards Weiss' prey, yet allowed Abyssinian to precede him.

Katana unsheathed and intent to do bodily harm clear in his every step, Aya snarled, "Did you really think you could escape the scales of justice forever, murderous scum?"

Terror filled sloe eyes and the captive bureaucrat tried to shake his head even as he desperately sought a way to avoid death. Hoping to appeal to these young men's greed, he offered the briefcase which fell open near his feet. The thick stacks of money inside were ruffled by the night air yet they failed to get so much as a glance from those who intended to claim his life.

Brandishing a handful of photos of women whose lives had ended in horrible pain, Ken growled, "You're gonna pay for what you did to these girls, you bastard!" He shoved the gruesome images in the man's face and the uncontrolled wash of lust they engendered sickened the brunette more than the images of the deceased had.

Without hesitation, Aya lifted his blade high overhead in a two-handed grip and shouted, "Shi-ne, Oda!"

Yohji tightened his grip and braced himself for the impact that came as Aya brought his katana down in a swift arc that very nearly cleaved the murderer in twain.

"Shit!" Yohji cursed as his own wire almost cut through his specially reinforced gloves. As quickly as he could, he disengaged the filament from his watch and the corpse fell to the rooftop with a moist thud.

"You okay, Yohji?" Ken asked worriedly. His upturned face was filled with concern and he missed the expression of regret that danced momentarily across the swordsman's face before Aya turned to the grisly task of wiping his blade on the dead man's coat.

With his brows pursed together thoughtfully since he had caught the look on Aya's face that Ken had missed, Yohji nodded slowly then replied, "Abyssinian's got one helluva strike that's all, Kenken." He flexed his fingers and tried not to wince as he added, "Remind me to tell Omiitchi this arrangement may *sound* good--hell, me poised on the roof waiting like an eagle ready to strike sounded cool to me, too--but it could permanently cost me the use of my hands if we try it again."

"sorry," Aya muttered almost too softly to be heard.

"Aw, think nothing of it, Aya," Yohji replied with faux nonchalance before launching himself off the roof over the doorway. He landed with a feline grace so highly developed that his omnipresent sunglasses didn't even slide down his nose.

"I'll want to check those hands of yours later, Kudou," Ken grumbled. "You never know when to leave your machismo behind and admit that you're hurt, moron."

Shrugging yet not disagreeing, Yohji wordlessly nodded his head towards their taciturn comrade meaningfully.

Taking the hint, Ken turned towards Aya and asked, "What else do we need to take care of, Abyssinian? I want to get the hell out of here before a helicopter really does show up or something stupid."

Rising from where he had knelt to clean the worst of the blood from his blade, Aya shook his head in negation causing his scarlet eartails to twitch and bringing his long, golden earring into the moonlight. "Nothing else is needed here."

Ken's eyes weren't focused on his teammate's jewelry, however. Instead, he was struck by the stark contrast between Aya's pale complexion and a smear of bright red blood that had splashed onto him during the killing blow.

Without wondering if his actions would be misinterpreted, Ken deliberately invaded Aya's personal space even as he pulled off one thick leather glove then reached up to wipe the blood away with his fingertips.

Aya instinctively started to jerk away from the unexpected touch, but then he held himself still and gave unspoken permission for an act that had rarely been tolerated in the past. Of course, in that same past he hadn't been in the habit of listening in when his teammates were together intimately and the effects of his ritual of self-gratification when the couple was making love had left an indelible mark upon him.

The smell of leather combined with Ken's own masculine scent caused amethyst eyes to unwittingly slip almost shut and Aya remained motionless as his teammate removed a splatter of Oda's blood from near his nose.

Yohji's grin of triumph flashed across his lips ever so briefly. He was convinced that this was a sign as certain as the others that he'd discovered which all pointed to a willingness on their teammate's part to at least be approached regarding a liaison. Pushing those thoughts aside, he suggested, "If we're done, then let's get out of here."

"Right," Aya agreed even as typically cold purple eyes threw Ken an appreciative glance. The Weiss field leader then lead his teammates away from not only a corpse cooling in the late evening air but also a briefcase filled with cash that would eventually be used to benefit the survivors of some of the women Oda had tortured and killed.

Like a trio of shadows, the florist/assassins seemingly disappeared from the rooftop of the Takeshi Building never once concerning themselves with the veritable sea of blood left behind them as was so often the case.

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To be continued.