Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Truce ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me and making me sound more polished than I am.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Truce

 

~Schuldig~

 

The target was a bigger waste of sperm than our files indicated. I admit I shouldn't throw stones when it comes to character flaws, but this guy brought out the urge to lob a boulder. A real cancer on society; not that I gave two jolly fucks about society, but even I drew the line somewhere.

 

Sick bastard liked little kids. Really little kids. We were too late to save the boy he had with him, not that I could do much for the baby anyway; it's tricky enough to mess with somebody's memories without the subject being only a few years old. We were technically there to take Pervo out on an unrelated manner; discovering his little hobby insured his death was going to be slow and messy.

 

The target cowered on the floor and babbled about giving us money to let him go. Like that was going to happen. Nagi, Farf and I were arguing mentally over who was going to have the pleasure of killing him. Brad was refereeing.

 

**I should do it. Poetic justice to be killed by a kid, ** Nagi argued.

 

**I need to get his thoughts out of my head and the best way to do that is to kill him, ** I countered.

 

**It's my turn. It's my turn, ** Farf sing-songed as he stared at the hominoid piece of shit that quivered on the floor.

 

Brad sighed and motioned for Farf to do the honours. Nagi stuck his tongue out at Farf's back. I scowled and slouched against the wall. Brad never let me have any fun any more. I tightened up my shields as Farf began to play with his temporary toy. I did feel like I had dirty finger prints all over my mind from the brief touch earlier with the target. It was going to take some serious effort to erase those from my brain.

 

Nagi slapped a mental hand over the man's mouth to muffle his screams, not out of concern for neighbours, but because it would annoy Farf to have a silent victim. Brad went to the wall safe and spun the dial. He retrieved the documents and tapes we had been paid to get and scooped the stacks of bills as well. Sure, we were getting paid well for this nights work, but that didn't mean we couldn't always use some extra cash.

 

I was about to ask Brad how much my cut was when I felt a presence that I'd been dreading. Aya and Yohji were in the house, after our target. It just wasn't this freak's night; if Abyssinian and Balinese had been just a little earlier, he would have had a much easier death. Karma is such a bitch.

 

**Company, ** I sent to my team.

 

**Time to go. We got what we came for. Finish him, ** Brad ordered.

 

**I'm not finished playing, ** Farf whined.

 

**Now, Berserker, ** Brad said in his obey-the-leader tone of voice.

 

Farf pouted before viciously stabbing the target through the eye, driving the point of his knife into the brain. We left the room at a run, eager to be gone now that our mission was complete. We rounded the corner of the hall and almost ran smack into the former members of Weiss. Siberian and Bombay jumped back, startled to see us. Aya and Yohji remained standing where they were; they had known I was in the house as soon as I knew they were, and they assumed I would be with the rest of my team. We all stood and blinked at one another a few more seconds before Farfarello yelled and charged Siberian. That broke the spell and chaos reigned in the hall.

 

I was torn between wanting to protect my own team-mates and wanting to protect my lovers. I didn't want to fight either of them and so attacked Bombay. I wasn't planning to damage the kid; neither Aya nor Yohji would forgive me that. I just needed to look like I was doing something. I kept mental tabs on both of them as they fought Nagi and Brad.

 

**Don't hurt my team-mates,** I sent in a tight thought to both my lovers. **I won't harm your little one. Just make it look good. **

 

Yohji gave me the barest of nods. I got nothing from Aya. A little dip into his mind showed me that icy wasteland of his and I knew he would do whatever he felt he had to too complete his mission, including killing Brad. I couldn't let him do that. We may have been tossed together as Schwartz but we had become more than just a team. We were more like a highly dysfunctional family with scary mental gifts.

 

I had to draw Aya away.

 

I rushed Aya and knocked him spinning into the wall. Aya glared at me from under his ragged bangs. If looks could kill, I'd have been dead at that moment. Brad backed off and sent me a strange look before he turned his attention to Omi.

 

**Follow me if you can Schärfe, ** I taunted as I sped down the hall.

 

I knew Aya was royally pissed and hot on my heels. I smirked to myself, raced to the backyard, and skidded to a stop to wait for him. Aya burst through the doorway and instantly focused on me. His lip curled in a soundless snarl and before I could react I felt his blade caress my chest. I looked down and found that Aya had sliced open my jacket and the shirt underneath. A thin line of blood started to well from the shallow cut.

 

What the fuck!?

 

So, he wanted to play like that did he? Fine. I sent a sharp spear into Aya's brain expecting him to drop to his knees. I should have known better. When had Aya ever done what I expected him to? He smiled coldly at me and slashed at me again. He missed this time but it was closer than I liked.

 

**Don't make me hurt you Schärfe. Vergnügen wouldn't like it. **

 

**Abyssinian. On mission, I'm Abyssinian, Mastermind. Leave Balinese out of this, ** Aya hissed before trying to take my head off my shoulders with a powerful swing of his katana.

 

**Ach cut the crap. I was balls-deep in your ass two nights ago. I can call you any damn thing I please.**

 

I swear I felt an icy wind swirl around my body. Aya was more than angry, he was enraged. Something besides me had set the prickly fucker off. I moved out of his range and left him an image of me to hack to slivers. Eventually he'd get tired. After five minutes, I was starting to get annoyed. Aya had nothing to be so mad at me about. I waited for his next attack and dodged under it. I slammed my body into his and pinned him to the wall of the house. I held his sword arm and was impressed with the strength I had to use to keep him from moving it. Something had seriously upset my Schärfe, and I wanted to know what.

 

I forced my way into his mind to find what had gotten him so ticked. We were in the wasteland again and he was waiting for me. I deflected spears of ice easily and pressed forward. The ground under my feet turned into a slippery slope and I almost fell at the sudden change. Somebody had been practicing. I began to feel lust nipping at me. A mental fight always got my juices flowing and Aya was one of the better challenges I had faced in a while. I kinda wondered what he'd be like with a little training.

 

That brief lapse in attention cost me. Icy needles peppered my shoulder and chest. I hissed in pain. Aya let the barest of smiles grace his face before I abruptly ended up on my ass when the ground shifted under my feet once again. That did it. I wasn't about to let some Talentless bastard beat me at my own game. I pushed myself to my feet and faced Aya. He was seriously going to regret what he had just done. Now I was angry.

 

**Enough Schärfe! ** I yelled as I threw a good sized chunk of mental power at him.

 

Aya staggered under the attack but didn't go down. He must have really been practicing. I was impressed but still pissed. He had been good before; now he was stunning. Desire surged through my body. I wanted him but he was still going down. Nobody screwed with me mentally. Nobody.

 

I gathered up more power and hurled it at Aya's mental self. I wasn't going to break him, just teach him that he was no match for me. The blast caught him and sent him stumbling backwards until he fell on his ass. I stalked to him and grabbed him by the front of his coat. I hauled him to his feet and shook him hard. I could feel the anger radiating from him and the thought that he was going to try to attack me once again.

 

**Stop it,** I growled as I shook him.

 

Aya snarled at me and lashed out mentally again.

 

I was frustrated and aroused and impatient with worry over him; that is the only excuse I have for what I did. I reached into Aya's mind and forced what I wanted to know from him. As soon as I did it, I knew it was the wrong thing to have done. Aya screamed; a heart-wrenching sound of loneliness, confusion and anger. The wasteland exploded around us and I was brutally shoved from his head.

 

I gasped and staggered under the boneless weight of Aya as he collapsed against me. He was out cold. Fuck, I had pushed too hard. Dammit, nothing about him was easy. A monster headache from being abruptly forced from Aya's head tuned up and the excited mental babble of people watching the cop cars squeal through the streets played back up singers. Fuck, somebody must have tripped the silent alarm in the house.

 

**Everyone get out of here. The police are on their way. I'll meet you back at base.** I sent to my team.

 

I could feel the questions Nagi wanted to ask and the disappointment of Farfarello that he wasn't going to be able to play with Siberian any longer. Brad simply agreed with me, wonder of wonders, and ordered everyone to leave. I knew I'd have questions to answer later. I sent a tight thought to Yohji to come out to the backyard to fetch Aya. His concern washed over me, fading out the conversation he was having with the younger kittens about how they should go now and he and Aya would follow separately. They left reluctantly only after the faint sounds of police sirens could be heard.

 

Yohji hurried into the yard just as the sirens hit a fever pitch before being abruptly silenced. The cops were already at the front door. Shit. I jerked my head towards the rear of the manicured yard. To give Yohji credit, he didn't ask what had happened. He glanced at my armful of limp redhead, nodded, scooped up Aya's katana and headed for the back wall of the garden-like yard.

 

Yohji picked the lock on the back gate in expert time and hurried through, closing the gate after me. I ran with Aya held tight to my chest, following Yohji as he led us through the back alley. He stopped at the mouth to sheath the katana and hide it under Aya's long coat. Yohji took a moment to look me over and I tried not to hunt for accusation in his cool green eyes.

 

He slipped off his coat and handed it to me. **Put it on. You're bleeding. Take one of his arms and I'll get the other. Make like we're just out drinking and nobody should notice. **

 

I did as Yohji said and we stepped out of the alleyway with Aya hanging from our shoulders. I stumbled and swore at Yohji as he pulled me off balance. Yohji winked and started singing, loudly and off key, a raunchy tune about masturbating in a hotel lobby behind a magazine. Aya moaned a protest either at the sudden jerky movements or the song. My estimation of Yohji went up as nobody paid us much attention beyond a few disgusted looks for public intoxication.

 

Yohji led the way to a park and moved us deep into the trees. He let Aya's arm slide from his shoulder and pulled the smaller man close to his chest. I got a warning look as he sank to the ground with Aya and began looking him over for injuries. Finding none, Yohji turned his full attention to me.

 

“What did you do to him, Schu?”

 

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. Nothing I said would sound good or even reasonable and I just knew Yohji would be able to tell if I was lying. I flopped down beside them and touched Aya's face. That Yohji didn't jerk Aya away from my touch told me that he was willing to listen to me explain.

 

“He was pissed over something. Tried to take my head off with that damn sword of his. I went into his head. We fought. I won. I didn't mean to knock him out.”

 

“What did you find in his head?” Yohji asked, curious.

 

“Why he was pissed.”

 

“And that would knock him out cold? Stop playing games, Schu, you did more than just win some mental fist fight.”

 

I looked away from Yohji's all too knowing eyes. I was already on Aya's shit list; I didn't want Yohji pissed, too. As I had no doubt he would be once he found out what I had done. Very protective of Aya's feeling and emotions, Yohji. Made me more than a little jealous; I wanted some of those protective feelings for myself.

 

**Schu, ** Yohji said in a warning tone.

 

Fine. He wanted to know; then I'd show him. I let the entire encounter with Aya unfurl from my brain into his. I felt Yohji's surprise at the wasteland in Aya's head, his pride that Aya had resisted my initial attacks. I let my opinion leak through at that and Yohji smirked, sending a clear image of me with my lower lip jutting out. The smirk vanished as the core of what I had pulled from Aya's head appeared to Yohji.

 

**You're making that up, ** Yohji accused as he held Aya tighter to his chest.

 

**Am not, ** I was deeply offended. Why would I lie about a thing like that?

 

 

~Yohji~

 

Schuldig had to be playing one of his games, fabricating false memories. I'm a pretty perceptive guy and Aya had never given any hints that he was jealous. Incredibly jealous of the time I spent with Schuldig alone. I knew he didn't like it, but I never realized how strongly he felt about it. I should have; I knew Aya's emotions ran scarily deep. Every jaunt out I had with Schuldig was abandonment to him; the fact that he was always invited to come with but never took us up on the offer notwithstanding. There was more to it, but Schuldig wasn't giving me anymore of the free tour of Aya's head.

 

Dammit, Aya had no reason to feel that way. I loved spending time with both of them, together or separately. To be honest, I wanted to spend more time with both of them together.

 

Why did these two have to complicate a good thing like we had? Aya was jealous of my time alone with Schuldig and Schuldig was jealous of my time alone with Aya. I wasn't jealous of either of them. Okay, I did get a tad sullen if they fucked each other and I didn't get to watch; but that's because they were just too beautiful together to miss. This jealously thing needed to be put to an end. It had been cute and flattering at first but Aya trying to seriously hurt or kill Schuldig, mission or not, was pushing it too far.

 

“Wake him,” I ordered Schuldig with steel in my voice.

 

“Ach, let him wake up on his own.” Great, Schuldig was sulking.

 

“No. This is getting cleared up now.”

 

Schuldig sighed and warned, “He's going to be a prissy little shit.”

 

I waited. Schu was either going to do it or suffer the consequences and we both knew it. I didn't care if Aya was so bitchy he went into heat; we needed to get a few things straight about this relationship right now. Schuldig's eyes got a far away look and his brow furrowed. A corresponding frown appeared on Aya's face but he remained sleeping. The look in Schuldig's eyes became even more distant and he started to mutter in German. The words sounded harsh and I'm sure he was cursing out Aya. I was startled when my mind was suddenly pulled along with Schuldig's.

 

**He's sulking. Verdorbenes gör, ** Schuldig said, annoyed. **Call him. He'll respond to you. **

 

**Aya? I need you to wake up. We need to talk. ** When that got no response, I tried again with a little irritation leaking into my voice. **Ran, wake your skinny ass up, now. **

 

Schuldig snickered before we were both caught flat footed by the torrent of emotions that suddenly flooded our heads. Schuldig gasped and tried to cut off the flow but our link was wide open. I felt, first hand, all the loneliness, confusion and anger Aya felt whenever I left for a night of dancing, partying and sex with Schuldig. His loneliness staggered me and my heart ached for him. I didn't know; I would have never guessed. My eyes prickled with tears and I bit my lip to keep them in check. Schuldig was not so lucky; he whimpered, clutched at his head and wept. Next the hot passion that was always repressed deep in Aya's psyche crashed through us. Lust rolled me under and I moaned as I felt full force what Schuldig was always careful to regulate between the three of us. I wallowed in the rush of want and need and desire, wondering why he bothered to temper this glorious feeling.

 

Darker feelings seeped out to me and only me; tinged with the same passion, want and need but flavoured also with strong undertones of possession, danger and obsession. When the feelings were suddenly cut off, I cried out at their loss. Schuldig looked dazed and was breathing heavily; the glorious burnished hair around his face dark and damp with sweat.

 

Aya was awake and staring accusingly at Schuldig.

 

“What the hell was that, Ran?” I asked as I tried to work through the complex emotions I had just experienced.

 

Aya struggled in my lap to be released. I let him go and he scurried from me. Neither Schuldig nor I were prepared for the fury that was unleashed. Schuldig, still disorientated, had no chance to dodge the fist that connected with his cheek. He was able to roll away from the kick that Aya aimed at his ribs.

 

“Ran, stop it.”

 

I got a scorching glare before he aimed another kick at Schuldig. I could tell from their expressions Aya and Schu were fighting mentally as well as a physically. My guess was the fight involved me in some way.

 

Fucking red heads and their tempers.

 

~Aya~

 

Goddamn Schuldig. The last vestige of my privacy was gone for good now. It was bad enough I couldn't have sex without him peeking and prying, now he had spilled what I truly felt for Yohji through to him. I thought that one secret would be safe; if for no other reason than because it wouldn't do Schuldig any good for Yohji to know.

 

**Fucking asshole! You let him find out, ** I raged as I managed to connect another punch to Schuldig's face.

 

**He knows jack. Do you think I'd share something like that on purpose? Do you think I want Yohji to know you love him? ** Schuldig snarled back as he snapped a kick to my thigh.

 

** Stay the fuck out of my head, Schuldig. **

 

**Why should I? Every time I've gone inside your head, I find something I like. Just try and stop me. **

 

**I almost had you, ** I hissed as I swung and missed his throat with the edge of my hand. Fuck he was fast.

 

**In your dreams. You've been practicing. I liked it. Made me hard. I wanted to fuck you senseless then. I still want to. Ever do it outside, Aya? **

 

I stumbled both mentally and physically at the mental image Schuldig projected to me. Sensing an opening, he poured it on, graphically detailing just what he wanted to do to and with me. I think he added Yohji to the little fantasy to completely snap me out of the rage I felt. I sank to the grass, stunned, panting and aroused. Schuldig waited a few seconds to make sure I wasn't going to spring on him before kneeling in the grass beside me. He moved my eartails out of the way and leaned his forehead against mine. His next thoughts floored me.

 

** Ich entschuldige mich; I didn't mean to knock you out. And you're being a prick. I - we- didn't know you felt that way when we went out. He's not abandoning you; we're not shutting you out. We both want you to come with us. You're not alone; you have us. **

 

I wanted to stay mad. I really did. But I think the mental tussle earlier and the physical fight just now had tapped all my reserves. I gave him my best put-upon-sigh and the barest of nods. He was right about one thing at least; I was being a prick. I just couldn't seem to help myself where Yohji and Schuldig were concerned.

 

**I know.** Schuldig commiserated. ** I don't like it when he's alone with you either. If you think it's hard watching him leave to party with me; try thinking of him going home with me every night and sharing my bed. I have to deal with that with the two of you. I don't like it but that's the way things are. You have the better end of the deal here Aya. Cut me a little fucking slack. **

 

I was glad that didn't have to look into Schuldig's eyes. I was ashamed of my behaviour. I know I wouldn't have been handling it nearly as well as he was if our positions had been reversed. While it was true that Schuldig didn't love Yohji like I did, he did have feelings for him. The only one this relationship seemed to be easy on was Yohji. That pissed me off all over again. Schuldig chuckled in my head.

 

**Let it go Aya. It's not his fault. Truce? **

 

**Truce, ** I agreed with a sigh. Schuldig surprised me by kissing me softly on the lips.

 

**To seal the deal, ** he explained as he stood, removed Yohji's coat and handed it back to him.

 

Yohji was watching both of us warily. Schuldig had kept the fight, apology and conversation between us. I decided to take a chance and try to believe Yohji knew nothing of what I felt for him. Schuldig hadn't lied to me yet and I didn't think he would start with something as revealing as this. It wasn't that I wanted to keep it secret; I wanted Yohji's love in return for mine, a fair exchange. True love isn't selfless; it's a contract. You always wanted your love returned. I knew what I wanted; I just didn't know how to get it. I had absolutely no experience with this kind of thing. I'd never been in love before.

 

Suspiciously, Yohji asked, “What the fuck just happened here?”

 

“We reached an understanding. A truce,” Schuldig said as he offered his hands to both Yohji and me. He pulled us to our feet and kissed us both hard before turning and walking way.

 

**I'll call you tomorrow night, ** he offered before vanishing in that faster-than-an-eye-blink way he had.

 

“Ran?” Yohji asked, confusion plain in his voice.

 

“Home, Yohji. I'll explain on the way.”

 

~Yohji~

 

More than just a truce had happened between Aya and Schuldig. My gut feelings were screaming I'd missed something important in the mental conversation that I had been so carefully excluded from and I always trusted my gut. Sure, I was glad that Aya and Schu had some kind of compromise going, but assuming it had something to do with their territorial snapping over me, I felt entitled to know the details of it.

 

All I got out of Aya was that he better understood Schuldig's position and feelings and Schuldig understood how he felt. When I pressed for details, he clammed up and refused to say anything else. I couldn't even convince him to come to my room after Ken and Omi had gone to bed. He muttered something about cutting Schuldig some slack and firmly closed his door in my face.

 

Fuck me, but the two of them were exasperating even when they were getting along. It must be some kind of red-head thing. I was never irritating. I punched my pillow, miffed that I was spending the night alone when I really didn't have to. I had been looking forward to a night of hard, after mission sex. Aya always had a taste for rough stuff after a mission and the thought of spanking that tight little ass of his while he begged and moaned for more and harder had kept a rod in my pants for most of the night. I was still aroused, almost painfully so.

 

I shoved the covers back, frustrated and throbbing and let the cool air in my room wash over my naked body. Just because Aya or Schuldig wasn't with me didn't mean that I couldn't still have some fun. It just wouldn't be as good as it could be.

 

I moved my hands over my chest and rubbed my nipples into hard little nubs. I thought of Aya flicking his tongue over them and Schuldig pinching them before leaning over me to suck hard on them. The fantasy had me moaning and I moved my hand down to play my fingers gently over my aching shaft. I rubbed the slick pre-come over the head and arched into my hand as I squeezed firmly.

 

I wanted Aya's mouth on my cock; I pictured him in my mind. I added Schuldig between my legs and had him lick my balls and finger my ass while Aya bobbed his head on my dick. I let my imagination spin the fantasy out in my head, stroking myself faster as I pictured my lovers pleasuring me. I slicked a finger with spit and pushed it inside myself; reaching for my sweet spot that made me see stars. Release caught me roughly, roaring through me and making my skin tingle. My cock spurted in my hand, covering my fingers and belly. I moaned at the feel of my ass clenching tight on my finger during release. I sprawled panting on the bed, stroking my softening cock, enjoying the little flutters of my ass around my finger and waiting for the little shivers to stop.

 

I reached for a towel from the floor near the bed and wiped my hands and belly clean. It wasn't what I had originally planned for the night and nowhere near as satisfying as having Aya or Schuldig, but it would have to do. I reached for my cigarettes and lit a smoke. I hoped that whatever Aya and Schuldig had discussed wouldn't lead to many more of these kinds of nights. I had released the sexual tension but I missed the warmth and closeness of their bodies next to mine.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I felt the surprise and prick of hurt from Yohji the moment that Aya refused him. Then came the annoyance from Yohji. I snickered to myself. Yohji wasn't used to being turned down and certainly not by either Aya or me. Do his ego some good I thought. Then I felt his continuing arousal. Aya refusing him hadn't made it go away. It just made him aroused and frustrated.

 

Why did Aya pass on a night with Yohji when we all knew he wanted him? Why did Aya go alone to his room when Yohji was more than willing to screw his brains out?

 

**Why aren't you with Yohji? **

 

There was a moment of startled surprise from Aya before he answered. **I'm cutting you the slack you asked for. **

 

Now I was the one surprised. I hadn't expected him to deny himself the pleasure that was Yohji. I wouldn't have done it. I should have known better by now though. Aya was the king of self denial. I had just wanted him to realize how much better his position was with Yohji compared to mine; not ration the sex. I felt Yohji's desire spike sharply and turned my attention briefly there. I groaned with lust as I plucked the fantasy he was thinking from his head.

 

I don't fully understand why I did what I did next. Maybe it was finding out how alone Aya felt. Maybe it was the answering feeling of loneliness in me. Whatever it was, I pulled Aya into my head and let him feel with me what Yohji was doing and fantasizing about.

 

Aya reached for his erection just as I reached for mine. I let us drift through Yohji's fantasy, urging Aya on when I felt the pressure of Yohji's orgasm pulse through him. The feel of Yohji's fantasy fuelled climax together with the voyageuristic orgasm of both Aya and me equaled the best mind candy I had in a while.

 

**Why? ** Aya asked in a sated, sleepy voice.

 

**Because I wanted too. Truce Aya? **

 

**Truce Schu, ** Aya replied as he drifted to sleep.

 

I was surprised and pleased that Aya had just called me Schu. He never had before. I chose to ignore the fact that he might not have meant to. He was tired from the mental and physical fight we had gotten into earlier that night and Yohji and I had discovered that there was nothing better to knock Aya out than a little sexual release. I filed the moment away in my head and hoped that I'd hear him use it again. I liked the way it sounded coming from him almost as much as the way it sounded coming from Yohji.

 

**Night Schu. Was it good for you? ** Yohji sent with satisfied smugness.

 

I laughed quietly into the darkness of my room. I should have known that he would feel me skating over the tops of his thoughts. Unless he was very distracted, he always seemed to know when I was there no matter how careful I was. It gave me a warm feeling to know that as long as I had him and Aya, I would never be alone.

 

 

German to English note:

Verdorbenes gör = spoiled brat

Ich entschuldige mich = I'm sorry