Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Guilty Pleasures ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Guilty Pleasures (5/?)

Author: Phaedra

Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com

Rating: ??

Disclaimer: I promise to return all of the boys in fair working condition, so please don't sue. I just like to pretend that I own them but I know that, in fact, I do not.

Authors Note: Warning for foul language ahead. But that's why you all love me right, my amazing potty mouth! Nothing too terrible in this, more boys kissing, so if you don't like that run away.

[Schuldich, 5 days later]

I roll over with a heavy sigh as I hear the door hiss shut. For the last 48 or so hours I've ignored every attempt that the orderlies have tried to get me to eat. I know that if I do this long enough Aya will be sent back to deal with me. I wish I could understand him but he is a study in contradictions. Plus, it pleases me to feel the simmering anger that radiates out of the few men and women that are forced to deal with me. I can be an infuriating prick, when I want to be.

I've even had the pleasure, once, of Kudou visiting me. Another bastard, when he wants to be. Our eyes are almost the exact same color, a strange thing to see in this land of dark eyed people. Most of Weiss seems to involve mixed blood, unless I'm to believe that natural blond and redheads are a dime a dozen here. Riiiight.

I still haven't been able to fathom what made Aya storm off and leave me, abandoned and helpless. Well, maybe not helpless. Not really abandoned either. Shut the fuck up and let me mope, will you? His hands felt wonderful on my poor abused scalp and I remember offering a brief prayer that he might continue his gentle ministrations until the hammering pain subsided. No such luck, mister cool up and fled.

One might almost wonder what he is hiding. One might also think that his abrupt departures are ways of protecting himself. Can it really be so simple? I laugh out loud, probably startling whoever is forced to monitor me. I stopped answering questions when I stopped eating. Another ploy to bring Aya to me, my mind likes to play a fantasy of Aya offering himself to me to ensure my cooperation, of him seducing me into the role they want me to play.

I stifle the groan that wells up in me with the mental image that I paint. The idea is made sweeter with the knowledge that I would be poaching on Kudou's grounds - the blond believes that Aya belongs to him. How quaint. Kudou has no ability to hide his inner most thoughts from me and I sifted through his lackadaisical mind to find what I needed. He knows less than he should for this 'mission' but he's pretty damn sure that Kritiker will offer us a contract.

I wonder if I can convince Bradley to take such an offer from our so-called enemies. I can see the benefits in the short term but it will take an Oracle to divine whether our future is safe with these… people. They create darkness in order to preserve light, or so they think. I laugh out loud and roll around on my narrow bed. I like to confuse my watchers.

Bored of my little game, I finally sit up and knock the tray of food to the floor. I don't have to resort to such measures yet, but it sets a nice precedent as well as being a pain in the ass for my orderlies to clean. My stomach growls and clenches in tight spasms, sooner or later this won't be ploy but I can hold out a little while longer. I know I need this stalemate to end soon. Water is no longer helping to curb the hunger pangs; they'll have to do something about my intractability soon if they don't plan on letting me starve to death. Or perhaps they believe that I will buckle and eat if I become hungry enough. Fools. I was trained and retrained under the harshest conditions possible in order to create Schwartz. I will never do anything that I don't mean to.

I smirk again. I am black to their white. How poetic… I wonder when silly Aya will realize that our monochromatic monikers mean nothing, express nothing about us, other than our willingness to kill in the name of another. I am, at least, honest about my profession - I do it for money and personal safety. He still tries to cling to outdated ideas of honor, I can tell because he carries himself with the stiffness only the Japanese can manage when dealing with their prickly integrity. Aya should have been born when samurai were needed and respected. He would have flourished during such a time.

Idly, I wonder when Aya will be returned to me. Perhaps he had a more pressing 'mission' dictated to him by his masters. The idea annoys me, shouldn't I be his (and their) top priority? I muffle a heavy sigh, knowing deep down that I should be thinking of ways to bend Aya to my will so I can escape. Or perhaps I should stay, learn whatever secret Aya uses to protect himself from us. I am not weighing the merits of staying. I'm not. Well, maybe a little… this is all just so damn fascinating.

I also know that Brad didn't foresee this. If he did it would have been nice of him to share. Deep down I know that this is one of those small precognitions that slipped through the cracks or never appeared at all. So I am nervous about making the wrong decision. If I stay and am a good boy Kritiker will try to contract us. If I'm bad and run away, will Brad be pissed or relieved? It's too hard to say, so I stay in place hoping a path becomes clear. Indecision is still a decision, in a way.

The door to my room swings open and my eyes flick toward it. Feh, it's only Kudou again, probably he will try to get me to eat. Fuck that. I roll to face him and give my falsest, sunniest smile. He scowls, as expected, before entering the room.

He walks toward me, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his tight jeans, his loose shirt is unbuttoned halfway down and his chest is too thin and pale underneath. Even from here I can smell old cigarette smoke and alcohol. Boy must have been drinking before work, always a no-no. I smirk up at him from under my bangs and his glare intensifies. That's saying something for a drunk man, he must really loathe me.

"He won't be back. I'm to take you to your new rooms. You're supposed to eat or they'll start you on an IV," Kudou growls at me, it's almost as if he thinks I'm the reason Aya has run away. It flashes deep in his mind that Aya is most likely running away from the intimacy that Yohji offered him. I decide to use that against him.

"Oh, he may not come back for you but he'll miss me soon enough. I don't try to pressure him like you do," I purr while languidly stretching. His sharp green eyes try to drill into me but I roll off the bed and wander aimlessly around the room.

"Fuck you. You're nothing more than a mission. If he comes back here it's so he'll get paid," Yohji flippantly replies. If I didn't already know such things that might have hurt so I make a mock pouty face my reply.

"Anyway, there's nothing you could offer him that he'd want," Yohji continues in a new and bitter tone that I haven't heard before. "And if you don't behave they'll dope you up like before. Who cares if you won't answer questions as long as they can cut you up and study you."

"No complications, no strings, what you see is what you get," I singsong at him, fairly certain that he won't understand what I'm saying. Especially since I should be responding to his malignant threat, but his gibe is reflexive and halfhearted. I can see the lie in it without using my talent.

"Aya doesn't want that. He needs complications, something for him to work out, for him to try and understand. He's happiest when presented with a puzzle," Yohji snarls at me and I find that he has surprised me. My eyebrows rise up of their own accord. Perhaps Kudou isn't as dumb as we thought.

"But our Aya doesn't like anything messy. You, Kudou-san, are the epitome of messiness. Messy habits, messy past, messy relationships. There isn't anything for you that doesn't somehow get entangled in the soap opera that you like to call a life. I wouldn't expect anything from him and I sure as hell wouldn't be half as demanding as you are," I yawn while waving one hand at him. I catch the thought a moment before Kudou jumps at me and knocks me against the wall. We are almost the same height but he weighs less than I do and I am shocked that he is able to force me backward as well as having the balls to attack me. I could, if I wanted to, see this as breach of contract. But the fatalistic part of me is curious to see how far he will carry this game.

"Fuck you," Yohji hisses, his teeth are clenched and his eyes have become the cold killing eyes of Balinese. If I were a woman I would be safe from him, I think.

"What an excellent idea," I murmur against his lips before kissing him. Not exactly my best idea but I'm curious to see what Kudou will do when I up the ante. Don't get the wrong idea, this wasn't exactly planned. My body simply reacts to the situation and I sometimes find that I've made the wrong intuitive choice. Or the right one, since he isn't forcing himself away from me.

The kiss is almost unbearably sweet as I remember with Yohji what it was like to kiss Aya. Yohji nips at my lower lip and I slide my tongue over his teeth. There is a spark of passion that neither one of us expects as his hands slide up to tangle in my hair. Yohji tastes of cigarettes, no surprise there, and almonds.

Finally he pulls away and stares blankly down at me. He is too appalled at what just happened to create a coherent thought; it's nice to know that I can still kiss someone senseless. His left hand releases its grip on my hair and hovers over his mouth. His thoughts have become such a cacophony that I can't sort them out. I have the feeling when he finally regains speech he's going to be very defensive. Well, at least I know how to diffuse him; it's a mental notation that I'll have to keep filed away. Nagi always said I'd fuck anything that didn't run away, I'd hate to disappoint the tike.

"I'm sure you think that's funny?" Yohji asks me in a quiet voice. He doesn't sound angry anymore, nor does he sound like I thought he would. His voice low and devoid of almost all emotion, his thoughts are swimming like fish behind his eyes, still masked from me by his confusion. The only thing I can read is the half-formed idea that if he does anything with me Aya won't want me. Of course, the sober redhead won't want him anymore either. Choices, choices…

"No, I just thought it was a good alternative to you trying to kick my ass," I tell him but my words don't hold my normal sarcastic bite. I'm curious to see how this will turn out.

"Would you like to try it again, this time without the violence?" he husks, green eyes becoming droopy. Surely this is a joke but he has positioned his head mere centimeters from mine. My hands grip his waist, it's far too thin for his height and build, and he rests his forehead against my own. I'm fairly certain that he'll make the move this time, and I think hysterically that if I can't have one member of Weiss, another will do. We both know that this isn't love, it isn't even mutual attraction, it's just that neither of us can have the one that we are fantasizing of. And since we both want the same man, no matter if our motives vary, we can commiserate with the other. His hands are twitching restlessly out of my line of sight.

Just as Yohji is closing the last, minuscule distance between us the door flies open and Yohji is thrown to the side, he hits the wall with enough force to knock a low cough out of him. Kudou is wearing a tiny sarcastic grin before Aya's arm slams into the wall between us, blocking the blond member of Weiss from my view. Now that I am distracted from Yohji's face I notice the bright gleam of a wire. Tricky bastard was going to try to garrote me with the kiss. Bonus points to the kittens!

"God dammit, Kudou! Do you ever think with anything other than your dick?" Aya screams. His deep voice is full of shadows and threats, something I find horribly appealing.

"Jealous, Aya-kun," he taunts. I don't know if I would want to mock Aya when he is wearing his killing face, but to each his own. The wire spools back into it's hidden container, not his normal watch but something that almost resembles a miniature tape measure that he can hide in the palm of his hand. Aya is either ignoring it or is choosing to turn a blind eye to it. Nice to know that he gives a shit whether or not his teammate decides to strangle me.

"Neh, I started it," I offer weakly. What the hell am I doing? I am not protecting Kudou. Freezing amethyst eyes turn on me and for a moment I think I see hurt underlying the anger. But it's gone in an instant and Abyssinian is staring at me once more. That's it baby, pay attention to me.

"Are you really going to try and convince me that you mind fucked Yohji into this? Do you really believe that I'm stupid enough to not know my own teammates? To know that one of them has to constantly be screwing something in order to be happy?" Aya hisses at me, his voice edged with steel.

"No, I'm not denying that you know what he's like. But I kissed him because I couldn't kiss you. Since he'd already gotten the chance I simply wanted to see what it was like. He remembered it for me. You taste like plums," I rasp at him, my voice sliding down into its seductive tone. My tongue flits across my bottom lip and Aya watches it as if it is a viper.

Shock flits across Aya's face for a second before he whips his head to the right to glare at Yohji. The blond is no longer smirking; he is simply waiting to see what will happen next. At the very least I thought he would be embarrassed by what I said but it seems that kissing and telling has no effect on him. Shame.

"Or your trying to downplay what happened in here. Where did you stash the wire, Kudou?" Aya snaps suddenly. Yohji is once again wearing his sheepish face but I doubt it will fool Aya. I doubt much gets past him and now I get to feel smug that he noticed the immanent danger I was in. One point for the home team, nice to know that I'm still important.

"Saa, Aya, it was defensive," Yohji mumbles good-naturedly, almost like he was offering to buy me a drink instead of strangling me.

"We'll talk later," Aya growls at Yohji before grabbing my arm and propelling me toward the door. I allow it as it seems the most prudent of courses. It is also an unlooked for bonus since I will get time alone with my Aya. I squash the urge to stick my tongue out at Yohji as if I were a child.

"He's just trying to seduce you, as soon as he gets what he wants from you he'll escape," Yohji roars behind us, suddenly incensed. I hear his fists slam into the door just after Aya kicks it closed. Aya gives a slight smile over his shoulder, never letting go of my arm.

"I know," he whispers before dragging me down the corridor.