Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cope ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Cope

By: VOM

Warnings: Same as before

Disclaimer: See previous chapters

Schu's telepathy is shown in ___ blah ___.

I've been getting chapters out BEFORE I can get lazy! :D It's working so far.

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Wakey wakey kitty kitty!

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Ken moaned, shutting his eyes again, willing to fall into the enveloping blackness again. He felt someone hit him, right in the stomach, which effectively woke him up from his black world.

Aya! Go the fuck away! Ken tried to get up from his be- no the ground. Strange. He groaned as a white hot flash of pain lanced across his vision, sending spots of different colors in front of his eyes. Whoa. Ok. Last memory. White! What the fuck? He'd been on a mission -heard footsteps. shit. Ohshitohshitoshitohshit.

A drawling laugh pulled Ken from his thoughts. Little potty mouth we've got on our hands, Farfie. Ken slowly raised his head, to clash gazes with the white haired Irish man he'd fought before. Ken couldn't help but shiver at the man's scars, and how they cruelly twisted down his face, distorting him. He _felt_ something brush his mind, and yelped, twirling around to find Schuldich at his back.

Farfie, I think our guest finds your scars as beautiful as I do. Ken saw Schuldich move behind him, and he tried to get up and find some leverage, but found his feet bound. The German sat down on the ground and took his teammates head in his hands, running his fingers over the numerous scars before doing the same with his tongue. Ken looked in horror as the redheaded man slipped a finger into Farfarellow's mouth, and it came back coated in blood. Schuldich's greens eyes found his own, and Ken's widened in horror at the evident _lust_ he saw there. He tried to back away from the German, but his bound feet kept him effectively trapped, within the redheads reach. Schuldich advanced slowly on Ken, his telepathy easily reading Ken's fear. He didn't even need the sixth sense to see the evident alarm on Ken's face. Schuldich stopped a few feet away, and started digging deeper into Siberians mind.

NO! Ken pulled his hands up to his head, feeling the invasive touch that was Schuldich's mind. Get out! Getoutgetoutgetout! I won't tell you anything! I won't tell you anything! Iwon'ttellyouanythingIwon'ttellyouanything! I won't! I WON'T! Ken screamed himself hoarse at Schuldich, feeling his helplessness at the redhead's dominancy. His sentences ran together, and almost all coherent thought was gone as he struggled for his mind back. "NOOO-" Ken was cut off by a swift blow to the midsection, making him loose his breath and open his eyes wide, seeing a maniac grin and those --scars. Suddenly, Schuldich left his mind. Ken's throat was dry and scratchy from the abuse he had just given it, and his body felt like it was on fire from the pain in his a head. The fucking mother of all headaches. Farfie, go into the other room. Leave our guest and me alone. The German smiled as Farfarellow took a long look at Ken before jumping on top of him and fixing his mouth onto Ken's. He thrust his tongue into Ken's mouth, and Ken felt the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, in his mouth, on his teeth. Then Farfarellow was gone, as soon as he'd appeared.

Schuldich's sneer grew even wider as Ken tried to wipe off the blood that had gathered on his mouth, in his mouth, by his mouth, on his face.

Ken bit down on his tongue to keep himself from whimpering. His back ached, his head ached, everything _ached_. The fucking pain was more intense then anything he'd ever felt before. It was all he could think about until Schuldich's face was right by his, permeating his vision.

_Like what I did, little one?_ Schuldich drew back and punched Ken, hard. _Your senses are so attuned, any pain you feel is instantly tripled! It's such a power rush, you, tied up there, weak --defenseless._ At this the Germans smile grew wider and he ran a finger down Ken's face, tracing his jaw slowly, making a path down his throat to his collarbone. Siberian tried to move his arms to do something anything- but couldn't even feel his fingers._It's to bad that Kase boy took your virginity._ Ken's eyes flew open even wider than they'd been. That brought up old quarrels he'd long tried to put to rest._Yes, I know about Kase --your disgusting -attachment- to him. Ugh._ A look of distaste crossed Schuldich's face._Love._ The redhead slapped him, splitting Ken's lip._Fool._ Another smirk crossed Schuldich's face as he stooped down, cleaning Siberian's face with his tongue.---_He'll never feel the same._

Ken slowly absorbed the information that Schuldich was giving him and opened his parched mouth, lips cracking."W-Who?" Ken was surprised as laughter filled the air, coming from the German. You mean you don't even _know_? The `girl' you've been dreaming about. Don't tell me you don't even know! Your subconscious knows it --now it's time for you to know, too.

Images flooded his head, filling them with scenes of Aya's death, the man being killed with his own katana, drowning in his own blood as Ken pulled his Bugnuks out of his teammate, Aya on fire, his trench coat and clothes burning off him, till it was only him left, screaming in the flames. A tear ran down Ken's cheek, even though he tried to stop it from falling and giving away his weakness.The German laughed inside his head. I know your weaknesses better than you do. At that, Schuldich took Ken's mouth, pillaging its warmth to his own good. You taste good, Siberian. Don't worry about Ran. He doesn't seem like a guy who'd take seconds. When I'm done with you, he won't even want to talk to you, much less touch you!

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Ken awoke, numb, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He raised an arm to his face, feeling the dried blood and semen coat it. He let out a choked sob before letting the darkness invade his mind.

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Aya looked around the room of the flower shop, seeing Omi and Youji come in, both looking grave, Youji especially so. He immediately noticed the absence of Siberian.

Where's Ken?

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