Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Resolution ( Chapter 11 )

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 make absolutely nothing off this except gratification of my own sick and twisted desires.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me. You are a doll.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Resolution

 

~Yohji~

 

I turned my coffee cup back and forth between my hands, trying to find the answers in the swirling liquid. My gut said I wasn't being set up by Crawford, but this whole deal had such a strange vibe to it, I couldn't be sure. After all, I was no delicate hot house bloom, so there was no reason to be fainting like I had been. On the other hand, there was no reason why Crawford should know anything, either. Much as I hated to be played for the fool, I had to meet with him and hear what he had to say. Even if it was complete bullshit. Curiosity was going to get me killed one day.

 

I dredged up a smile for the worn looking waitress and let her top off my cup. I barely had it to my lips when Crawford appeared and slid into the seat across from me. I hung onto my cool demeanour and avoided rattling the cup and slopping coffee all over, but damn, I was jumpy about this meeting. I looked casually around the café, breathing a sigh of relief when I didn't see any of his team tagging along.

 

“I wanted to talk to you, not kill you. Schuldig would be pissed if I offed one of his boy toys,” Crawford said as he motioned the waitress over. Americans are so rude.

 

My eyes narrowed at the phrasing; hoping it was a shot in the dark. Crawford noticed my expression, frowned, and waited until the waitress left before speaking again.

 

“That was out of line and I apologise. My intention is not to bait you or kill you or warn you away from Schuldig or any of the countless things that I'm sure have been running through your head. I'm here to trade information for your help.”

 

Well fuck me stupid. This was the last thing I expected. What could I possibly have that the leader of Schwartz thought he needed? Other than fashion sense, that is. And my natural charm. Somehow I doubted Crawford wanted Uncle Yohji's advice on how to woo and win the female heart. Still, he seemed on the level when he said he could tell me why I was fainting and feeling so shitty.

 

“I'm listening.”

 

“You've passed out twice for no apparent reason in the last couple of weeks haven't you? The first time was when a younger teammate walked in and caught Fujimiya, Schuldig, and you in a…compromising position. The second time was today when Nagi -Prodigy to you- was trying to squeeze the life out of Schuldig.”

 

I stared at Crawford, trying to play it cool. These were not wild guesses. He could See the future so maybe Crawford had Seen these things happen. But why? My fainting had nothing to do with him and it didn't hurt his team in any way. I was confused.

 

“What's happening to you is the result of a Talent being used.”

 

“That's just fucking perfect! Like I need another…whatever the hell you guys are screwing around with me. Who is the bastard? I'm going to wrap my wire around his neck and take his head clean off,” I hissed, anger surging at the thought of somebody doing this to me on purpose. My life was already fucking complicated enough without this new shit to deal with.

 

“The Talent is you. You have a very special Gift, Kudou,” Crawford said as he watched me intently.

 

“The fuck I do. I'd have noticed something like that. And I only passed out twice. It could be low blood sugar or something. I think your visions have made you mentally unstable, Crawford.”

 

He sighed, removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Crawford muttered something under his breath but it was in English and my grasp of that language was decidedly shaky. I did know the little string of swear words that he used in a soft voice. I think he was directing them at me but without actual eye contact, I couldn't be sure.

 

“You have two Talents actually; a minor Talent in Empathy and a major Talent as an Amplifier. You've always had gut feelings about people haven't you? That's your empath abilities kicking in. While it's useful, it's not quite as spectacular as your Talent of Amplification. It's this Talent that I'd like you to use to help me and my team.”

 

Crawford was seriously off his nut if he expected me to believe any of this shit. Me? A Talent? How could I have missed something like that? How could Kritiker have missed something like that? And why would I want to help him and his team? They weren't exactly the good guys. Well, I would help Schu, but I was sleeping with him.

 

“Well this has been an interesting and utter waste of my time. I don't know what kind of game you were thinking of playing but it isn't going to happen. Since it was your idea to talk, you can pick up the tab. I'm outta here,” I said as I stood to leave.

 

Crawford's hand shot out snake quick and grabbed my wrist. He yanked hard and had me sprawled across the table before I quite knew what had happened. My half finished cup of coffee spilled across the table and dripped to the floor. Some miracle, or extrasensory planning, kept Crawford's cup from so much as rattling in its saucer or spilling a drop.

 

“When Esset gets their shit together, they're going to come for us: Nagi, Farfarello, me and most especially their little problem child, Schuldig. They'll take us away from Japan and wipe our memories of all that has happened since the last time they did it. Schuldig won't let them do that without a fight; not now that he has both you and Fujimiya,” Crawford said in a low, deadly serious voice next to my ear.

 

“You two are important to Schuldig; he's told me that you're both his. He never lets go of what's his without a fight. They will kill him if we don't have back up,” Crawford let go of my wrist but the serious tone of his voice didn't change.

 

I resisted the urge to rub my aching wrist, mildly impressed with Crawford's grip strength. Schuldig had never mentioned anything like this to me; that he was still in danger, yet my…empathy? Talent, gut was telling me that Crawford was anxious and desperately believed what he was telling me. I settled back into my seat and waited for him to continue. Damn my curiosity.

 

“I haven't told Schuldig about this and I would appreciate it if you didn't either. It will only piss him off and make him do something stupid.” Crawford absently piled some paper napkins in the puddle of my coffee. “Esset sends Cleaners to its agents periodically. They erase the memories of the team members so we never get too close to each other. They want us to function as a team, not as friends. Makes us more efficient killers.”

 

Crawford dropped his eyes to his own cup briefly and toyed with his spoon before looking back to me and continuing his story. When he did speak, his voice was strained and there was a dark pain in his eyes.

 

“I knew they were coming and I warned Schuldig once. They damn near killed him from the mental and physical beating they laid on him. Sometimes, I hear him again in my dreams; screaming like a wounded animal as they raped his mind to break him so they could erase his memories. They made me watch while they did it. It took hours because he's that strong. Schuldig screamed until he had no voice left.” Crawford gazed at something far away. “No matter what you may think of us, we're as much a family as you and your team mates. I won't stand by and let Esset do that to us again. I can't.”

 

“And what, you need to hire some good assassins?” Hell, I'd do it for free. My skin crawled and my stomach churned from the thought of those scumbags torturing Schuldig. Schu could be a real bastard and a huge pain in the ass but nobody deserved that kind of torture.

 

“You can boost our gifts so we can fend these fuckers off. Since you and Fujimiya have a relationship with Schuldig, there's a good chance the Cleaners will come for your team too. They don't leave loose ends. They will take you and kill Abyssinian, Bombay, and Siberian.”

 

“I guess I don't really have much of a choice then, do I?” I scowled. “There's something else you're not telling me. I want to hear it all before I decide. I may be blonde but I'm not dumb.” The waitress finally spotted the dripping coffee and rushed over. “And buy me another latte.”

 

Crawford relaxed visibly. He began by telling me about a young girl with a Talent like I was supposed to have that happened to fall into the clutches of Esset…

 

~Crawford~

 

By the time I left the coffee shop, I was feeling much better. Kudou was a reasonable man; I laid my cards on the table and he had agreed to help. Never any point to lying to an empath, he was just as useful as a telepath for knowing truth from falsehood. I know Kudou didn't completely believe that he had Talent of any kind but he knew that I believed it. He had been interested in learning the mental skills required for shields. I smirked as I drove home. Schuldig would be pissed that Kudou was going to be able to resist his mental poking even more than he did now.

 

I parked the car and headed inside to brief Schuldig on his new assignment. He was going to fling a fit over me going around him and telling Balinese and he was going to be furious that I had gotten Kudou to agree to help us. Schuldig was overprotective; Kudou had grasped the implications fast enough when I told him about the girl and how she died. He had paled and his hand had shaken when he lifted the coffee cup for a drink but Kudou was a practical man and he still wanted to learn how to shield and how to use his Talent. Even if he didn't entirely believe he had one.

 

I searched the house for Schuldig and found him in the living room singing along in a surprisingly good baritone to the song playing. Angry German music blared from the speakers. Some sort of song repeating the phrase `I hate…' accompanied by hard guitar riffs. I got a squawk of protest when I cut the power.

 

“Hey! I was listening to that.”

 

“You have a new assignment. This is to be top priority for you,” I said, heading to the soundproofed safety of my office, confident that Schuldig would follow me if only for curiosity's sake.

 

I sat behind my desk and felt Schuldig nibbling at the corners of my mind as he tried to find out what I had been up to. I had to work at keeping him out. He was already much stronger than he had been before he hooked up with Kudou and I wondered how strong he could get.

 

“So, what's the big project you've got for me?” Schuldig's faint pout affirmed his failure to access my mind.

 

“You're going to teach both Fujimiya and Kudou to shield and use Kudou's Talent to make yourself stronger. If possible, I'd also like Kudou to boost Nagi's Talent as soon as he has some control over it. You're to start immediately and I'll expect progress reports after each lesson.”

 

I was expecting the explosion but I had badly miscalculated the force. Agony speared into my brain. I heard a high, thin scream of pain and realized it was my own voice only after several seconds. Warm, thick liquid trickled down my face from my eyes, ears and nose and I knew it was blood. The pain stopped just as suddenly as it started and I managed a few shaky breaths. Schuldig was staring at me with a mix of shock and fury; I don't think he meant to use quite as much force on me as he just had.

 

“Do you feel better for getting that out of your system?” I asked in a low voice that I was proud didn't shake. I wiped the blood from my face with a handkerchief and was surprised at the amount.

 

“You're a fucking dick Crawford.” Schuldig snapped as he flung himself down into a chair and lit a smoke with faintly trembling hands. “I told you Yohji wouldn't be used this way.”

 

“No, you said you wouldn't ask Kudou to help. Neither would Fujimiya. I talked to Kudou myself and he was much more rational than either of you two. He doesn't believe he has Talent but he knows I believe. It is in his best interests to have training. He's a danger to himself if he can't control his Gift.”

 

“Did you tell him it would kill him? Or are you that much of a bastard that you didn't want to scare him off and `forgot' to mention that fact?”

 

“I told him everything that I told you. He still agreed. He's not too happy that his two lovers tried to make this decision for him. Kudou's smarter than he looks. The idea of being able to keep you out of his head if he wanted also tickled him silly. Have you been sneaking peeks into his skull, Schuldig?”

 

I watched, amused, as a blush began to creep up Schuldig's throat and into his cheeks. I knew he wanted in Yohji's head but I hadn't thought he would have needed to sneak in when he was already sleeping with the man.

 

“You should also know that whatever happened the first time Kudou was drained seemed to have flipped a switch in his head. His empathic Talent seems to be getting stronger. I'm not sure why but you may want to see if there is some connection between his amplification Talent and his empathic Talent. I'd also like you to monitor what recharges him and how long it takes him to re-charge. I'm sure you'll be quite cautious in using this Talent of his but don't drag your ass over it. He needs training and once he realizes that he does have Talent, I'm sure he'll be eager to learn all he can.”

 

Schuldig stood and crushed out his smoke on the polished wood edge of my desk. I winced inwardly but refrained from saying anything. Schuldig was still angry and I had no desire to get a repeat performance of the searing pain in my brain. He stared hard at me for a few seconds before speaking.

 

“And people say I'm a bastard. You're a total prick, Crawford. But I'll teach Yohji to shield to protect him from being used by assholes like you.”

 

“And getting into his head like you want has nothing to do with it either, right?”

 

Schuldig gave me the finger and stalked from my office. I let a quiet breath out. Except for Schuldig almost mincing my brain, it had gone much better than I hoped. Schuldig was going to be very motivated to help his lover. It would give him access to what he wanted. Why Schuldig couldn't get deep into Yohji's brain was an interesting puzzle but not really my concern at this point. As long as Kudou boosted Schuldig and possibly Nagi, I didn't care why he kept part of himself sealed off from Schuldig.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I wanted to pull my hair out in frustration with Yohji. We'd been at it for over a week and I still couldn't get any further in his head than before. I didn't know how he was doing it and I didn't think it was a conscious effort on Yohji's part. It had taken four days just to make him realize that he did have empathic Talent. Now that he knew, it was like watching a kid let loose in a candy store with a fistful of money.

 

He'd watch people with intense concentration before grinning like a fool and telling me what they had been feeling before becoming nervous or angry under his gaze. He was doing it to his own team mates too and I had already suffered the brunt of Siberian's anger at Yohji touching him constantly and chortling to himself. Bombay had just looked at me with those huge blue eyes shining with tears at his distress and quietly asked me to get Yohji to stop it. Like I had any control over the man!

 

The only one who wasn't suffering from Yohji's touches and intent gazes was Aya. He was probably the only one who would have welcomed the attention. Whenever Aya would get close to Yohji, Yohji would shy away like a skittish horse. I wondered what Aya was feeling to make Yohji react like he was. A dip into Aya's head wouldn't help. I already knew Aya loved Yohji. It was probably those feelings that were making Yohji nervous. Yohji had been surprisingly quick to categorize the different emotions he sensed from people but would he be able to examine and identify the feeling of love that I'm sure Aya was unintentionally broadcasting? Yohji didn't know yet that Aya loved him and I wasn't about to tell him.

 

It was also past time for Yohji to forgive Aya. I couldn't take much more of the separation between my two lovers and I know Aya was starting to think that Yohji hated him and would never forgive him. I figured now would be the perfect time to force the issue. Siberian was gone to a soccer practice with his rag-tag kids and Bombay was at the library studying for an up coming test. We had the house to ourselves for a couple of hours. It should be more than enough time for Yohji to forgive Aya and all of us get a little make-up sex in the deal.

 

“Aya, we have to do something about Yohji. He's driving Sib- Ken nuts; not that it's a long trip, but still. Bomb- er, Omi just about burst into tears the last time Yohji touched him and teased him about feeling anxious before he left on a date. I know that you're starting to think Yohji hates you; he doesn't by the way. I want to have both of you in bed with me again and that isn't going to happen until Yohji forgives you.” Yes, that was in reverse order of importance, sue me.

 

“You said he'd forgive me. It's been more than two weeks, Schuldig,” Aya accused as he played with the empty tea cup in front of him.

 

“Well, what did he say when you apologised to him for what you did?”

 

“Apologise?” Aya said with a blank look.

 

“You did apologise to him didn't you?”

 

When Aya shook his head I wanted to bang mine on the table top in frustration. We were all in goddamn sad shape if I had to give etiquette lessons. It never occurred to me that I would have to tell Aya that he needed to apologise to Yohji. How was Yohji supposed to forgive Aya when Aya hadn't even said he was sorry yet? No wonder Yohji wasn't going anywhere near Aya. He probably thought that Aya didn't even know or care what he had done wrong. He was probably half right.

 

I cast my mind out for Yohji and located him in his room listening to music while he read a book. Perfect. I grabbed Aya by the wrist and pulled him after me up the stairs. His little snarl of anger at my dragging him around was quickly squashed when he realized where I was taking him. He began tugging on his wrist to get me to let him go.

 

**You are going to apologise to Yohji right now and you'll see what a difference it will make. I can't believe you didn't figure this out on your own. ** I said as I pushed open Yohji's door and dragged Aya in after me. It was like raising children, unbelievable.

 

**Tell him, ** I ordered as I locked the door behind me and leaned against it. Nobody was leaving this room until this was cleared up.

 

Yohji looked at the two of us with a mix of confusion and wariness. I knew he was able to sense some emotions from both of us and possibly some surface thoughts because of the relationship we had. I was irritated with Aya and Aya was nervous of Yohji's reactions. I also wanted to have both my lovers back in my bed at the same time. Aya wanted Yohji physically. To put it bluntly, we were both horny as hell for Yohji's tight ass and I'm sure Yohji was also picking up the strong flavour of desire. All these feelings were crashing in and probably overwhelming him. His shields were not good enough yet to keep out powerful emotions and I knew there was little stronger than the emotion of denied arousal.

 

**Ach, tell him or he'll never forgive you. He needs to hear the words Schärfe, ** I said in exasperation.

 

“Yohji…I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'd already hurt you enough. I know now that what I did was the wrong thing to do. If I could go back and undo it, I would. I am sorry and I hope you'll forgive me,” Aya said in a rush, bowing low.

 

Yohji stared at Aya intently. Aya, to give him credit, held Yohji's gaze unflinchingly. Finally, Yohji put his book down and folded his arms across his chest.

 

“Why apologise now? Did Schuldig make you do this?” Yohji asked as he drilled Aya with his gaze.

 

“I didn't realize that I had to tell you how sorry I was. I thought you'd just know. You always seem to know what I need, what I mean without my having to tell you.”

 

Yohji continued to stare at Aya until even I began to feel uncomfortable. **He is very sorry Vergnügen. Forgive him or refuse him but don't leave him in limbo like this. **

 

~Yohji~

 

I knew Aya was sorry. I was less sure that he understood what it was that he had done wrong. It was petty, but it had really hurt thinking that all I was to him was a convenient fuck, and although I knew better from Schuldig I wanted to hear from Aya's own lips that he realized what he did was wrong and that he was sorry. Knowing it and hearing it were two separate things. For whatever reason, I really needed to hear it from Aya.

 

Crawford had been right about my having an empathic Talent. It had taken a few days of working with Schuldig to convince me of that, but once I accepted the fact, I'd been having fun with it. At least, until I let myself get too close to Aya one time and brushed up against him in the hall. The contact had been fleeting but the bombardment of emotions had made me stagger against the wall. I always seemed to forget that just because Aya acted emotionless didn't mean he was. He was far from it.

 

Aya was hurting from the emotional distance I had forced between us and he was craving the physical contact he was no longer getting from me. He was devastated that it seemed like I didn't want him any more and he was spiralling into depression. There was another emotion that swirled around him, raw and primal, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. I was still pretty new to deciphering what the different feelings meant from different people.

 

I got the same sort of feeling every now and again with different strengths and flavours from Schuldig as well as Ken and Omi. It was always a fast and slippery thing that was gone before I could really get a handle on it. It was starting to piss me off. Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone I could ask to clear up what that feeling was.

 

Some emotions were easy to figure out. Fear, hate, anger, happiness, sorrow, desire; those, I had discovered, were basically the same no matter who I sensed them from. Some of the more subtle emotions like companionship, affection, trust and loyalty were harder to pin down as they seemed to have a very different flavour in different people.

 

“Come here Aya,” I said softly.

 

Aya looked at me warily. He remained standing where he was for a few seconds more before walking slowly towards me. I did my best to keep my face expressionless. He stopped when he was within a few feet of me and waited. Nervousness radiated from him even though Aya's body didn't betray him in the least. I felt a wave of despair rising up in him. He was sure that I was going to refuse his apology and tell him to get the hell out of my life. I stood and moved next to him until we were almost touching. He was drowning in sadness inside but not a hint of it showed on Aya's beautiful face.

 

I raised a hand to touch his face, to tell him that I had forgiven him. He flinched and closed his eyes, waiting for the slap he seemed to think I would deliver. Instead of the simple caress I had intended, I yanked him to me in a tight hug and pressed my face into his hair. He gave a startled squeak and stood stiffly in my arms, confused.

 

“I forgive you Ran. I forgave you days ago. I just needed to hear you say you were sorry. I know you didn't mean to hurt me and were only doing what you thought was right,” I said softly into his hair as I stroked his back soothingly.

 

For a few seconds, he remained rigid until my words penetrated through the sadness and despair. He suddenly relaxed against me with a little cry and wrapped his arms around me. Relief flooded through him followed quickly by happiness and that unidentified emotion I had sensed just that one time before.

 

**About time. I thought you were going to leave him twisting in the wind, ** Schuldig said as he came to stand behind Aya and put his arms around him as well.

 

I gave Schuldig a look over Aya's head. I wouldn't have done that to Aya. Not with the way I felt about him. I felt a hand slide down my back and over my ass. I raised an eyebrow at Schuldig.

 

“How about we move to the bed and you can show Aya just how forgiving you are. I'll help,” Schuldig suggested with a leer.

 

My cock surged at the thought. Trust Schuldig to get right to the heart of the matter. Or maybe not the heart. Not that I was protesting the idea. I may have been hurt and angry before I forgave Aya but that didn't mean I had stopped desiring him. I knew that no matter what, I'd always want Aya.

 

“You really forgive me?” Aya asked; a thread of uncertainty in his voice.

 

He was such a fascinating mix of confident leader and unsure lover. With Aya, actions always worked better than words. I cradled his face in my hands and kissed him gently on the lips. He surprised me by kissing me back fiercely. When I didn't protest, his fingers began attacking the buttons of my shirt.

 

Schuldig steered us back towards my bed. He moved from behind Aya to stand behind me. His hands dropped to the fly of my jeans and opened them while he started licking and nuzzling my neck. I moaned softly into Aya's mouth and pressed my hips to his when his hands touched the bare skin of my chest.

 

I released Aya's face and started working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Schuldig's clever hands had moved on to undoing Aya's pants while he continued to nip and kiss me from behind. I coaxed Aya's tongue to come out and play with mine as I finally got his shirt open and slid my palms over his nipples, making him gasp into my mouth. Schuldig slid my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms and I shivered as he traced the path of the shirt with his tongue down my spine.

 

The shirt was discarded on the floor and there was barely a pause in the downward path of Schuldig's tongue as my pants were dragged down to pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Schuldig was now tracing erotic designs over my ass with his tongue as he pulled Aya's pants down to join mine on the floor. Aya shrugged out of his shirt and slipped his hands down my belly to lightly stroke my cock.

 

I broke the kiss and let my head fall back as I enjoyed the touch that I had been without for far too long. Aya began pressing gentle kisses across my chest as I felt Schuldig move away and shuck the clothes he was still wearing. Warm breath whispered across my hipbone followed by a swipe of a hot, wet tongue. The tongue moved over my hip and upper thigh in a slow, torturous path. A hot mouth attached itself to my nipple and teeth worried it into a stiff peak. I brought my hands up to rest on both heads worshiping different parts of me and wondered if I had somehow died and gone to heaven.

 

**Ach, heaven would never be this good, ** Schuldig said in a sultry voice as he linked the three of us together and let our arousals combine with each other.

 

Aya's mouth left the nipple he had been teasing and tracked across my belly. I was unprepared for the feel of two mouths on my cock at the same time. My eyes, which had been closed in pleasure only moments ago, flew open. I looked down and imprinted the scene before me into my brain. Aya and Schuldig were sharing a kiss with my cock in the middle. One would begin licking down the length and back up while the other would take the head into their mouth and suck. Upon coming back up, Aya and Schuldig would again kiss around my cock. Whoever had licked would then take the head in and suck while the other would lick back up and down my length. If a person could die from pleasure, I'm sure this little gift would have done me in. It took all my strength to remain standing.

 

I watched them pleasure me like this for several minutes before I realized that they were slowly stroking each other's cocks. I groaned and felt my knees turn watery at the sight. I sat abruptly on the bed behind me. Aya protested my cock leaving his mouth and started to turn to take it back when Schuldig stopped him.

 

**Enjoy the show mein Vergnügen, ** Schuldig said as he turned Aya to face him and continued to slowly stroke Aya's cock with one hand while playing with the nipple ring with the other.

 

Aya whimpered and turned his face so he could stare directly into my eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure Schuldig was giving him. His purple eyes sparkled like the deepest amethyst with the desire he was feeling. He stroked Schuldig firmly, pulling little panting moans from him. Aya gave a little purr of delight as Schuldig lowered his mouth and took his nipple ring between his teeth and tugged it gently. When Schuldig released the gold ring and swiped his tongue over Aya's erect nipple, Aya arched his back and his hand came up to torment his own nipple.

 

Schuldig leaned in to kiss Aya and hissed in pleasure when his offered tongue was sucked on hard. He pulled Aya to him and ground their hips together. Aya let his head fall back as he rocked his hips against Schuldig. Schuldig nipped the exposed column of Aya's throat, drawing whimpers of arousal from Aya. Schuldig caught my eyes with his as he licked the sweat that had started to bead on Aya's flesh. The flame of desire burned in his blue eyes; for Aya as well as me. It made the blood rush through my system and increased the already staggering arousal I was feeling.

 

I watched in delight the erotic little peep show my lovers were putting on for me. I let my own hand drift to my cock and started to stroke myself in time with them. Need was building in me. I had been with Schuldig a few times since the whole debacle at the bondage house and I know Aya had been with Schuldig as well. But it seemed like forever since we had all been together. I needed to touch Aya and feel him writhing under me.

 

**How do you want me Yohji? ** came Aya's desire heavy mental voice.

 

**Any way I can get you, beautiful, ** I groaned as I watched them pleasure each other.

 

**Dibs on Yohji's ass, ** Schuldig said as he gave one last stroke to Aya's cock before standing and rummaging around in the night stand for the lube he knew I kept there.

 

Aya let a shy smile grace his face and rose from where he had been kneeling on the floor. He moved to the bed and lay on his back with his knees bent. I was treated to the stunning view of Aya's tight little hole; mine for the taking. I crouched over him and began kissing his inner thighs, delighting in the silky smoothness of his skin. Schuldig moved behind me and I felt the cool slickness of his lube covered fingers sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks.

 

I held my hand out for the lube and smiled against Aya's thigh when Schuldig passed it to me like a relay runner. I drizzled a generous amount over my fingers and began to mimic Schuldig's fingers over me on Aya. The combination of feeling me do this to him and feeling the shared sensations of Schuldig doing it to me dragged a breathy little moan from Aya that was music to both me and Schuldig.

 

**Together with me Yohji, ** Schuldig said as he started to slip his fingers inside me.

 

I complied and had the most delicious shiver travel up my spine as I pushed my lube slicked fingers into Aya at the same time as Schuldig slid his into me. The three of us groaned as one as we shared in the feelings. When Schuldig started to slowly finger fuck me, I followed suit with Aya. As I found myself rocking back onto Schuldig's hand eager to feel him brushing against that spot that made me see stars, Aya was doing the same onto my hand. More breathy moans were coming from him and I joined him with my own, lost in the blissful feeling of Schuldig behind me and Aya under me.

 

I concentrated on trying to use my empathic Talent on Aya, curious to see what I would get in an intimate situation like this. I was completely unprepared for the lush bombardment of Aya's emotions. I couldn't stop the gasp that turned into a long, drawn out whine from leaving my throat. Schuldig growled low in his throat as he shared in the intense feelings I was tapping from Aya.

 

Aya's need was a sharp, hot blade cutting into his body. He wanted me inside him at the same time that he wanted to be inside me. He also wanted Schuldig in exactly the same way. His arousal was like a live thing in his body; twisting and winding tighter with every stroke and touch. It was an almost painful icy heat that had him panting and balling his hands in the sheets as he undulated his hips; begging me silently for more.

 

There was that other emotion there as well. It was different from the arousal and desire he was feeling. Instead of a wild and uncontrolled feeling like his desire, it was a steady, deep feeling that touched every part of him and reached out to both me and Schuldig. Schuldig sucked in a sharp breath of surprise when he felt the emotions I was swimming through. He removed his fingers from me and with no warning replaced them with his cock in one smooth stroke.

 

The quick change startled me. I arched my back and only succeeded in seating Schuldig more firmly inside me and making him press against my sweet spot. I whined softly at the feel of him stretching and filling me. This was what I had wanted and needed. The only missing piece was to feel Aya's body tightly clenching my cock as I filled him as Schuldig filled me. Aya was starting to pant brokenly under me and urgently called my name.

 

**Yohji, please. I want you. I need you, ** he pleaded in my head.

 

**Stop teasing him or you'll break him, ** Schuldig grunted as he started a slow rhythm of thrusts that felt like heaven.

 

I slid my fingers slowly from Aya's tight heat and pushed my cock against the firm ring of muscle. Aya moaned my name again as he tilted his pelvis up to give me better access. I pushed into him relentlessly and rested there, buried in his body. His arms came up to hold me tight to him. Schuldig moved in me in a languid rhythm, making me rock against Aya. The three of us groaned as our arousals feed off each other and rose higher.

 

It was bliss to be back together with my lovers. I hadn't realized how much I missed them together until I had gone without. It was fast becoming too much sensation for me, though. I needed to move and find my peak. I wasn't going to go alone. They were both going to come with me. Shared pleasure is always greater than what is experienced alone.

 

I began thrusting into Aya, forcing Schuldig to match my easy pace. I could feel a warm, golden tingle start in my body and move outward. Blood surged into my cock making it throb with every stroke. Schuldig draped himself over my back and bit down on my shoulder. Aya's hands reached further until he was gripping Schuldig tight and pressing him to me. I shuddered and the tingling feeling spread as I felt my balls draw up tight signalling my approaching peak.

 

Schuldig wormed his hand between Aya and me and gripped Aya's cock. He started stroking Aya in time with both his and my thrusts. It was too much sensation for Aya to endure and his muscles snapped rigidly tight. He came with a hoarse cry; his back arching and a flush on his skin. I tumbled after him, my own ecstasy triggered at the feel of his muscles gripping my cock tightly. Schuldig growled in my ear and gave a few hard thrusts as his orgasm was urged on by both Aya's and mine.

 

The tingling feeling that had started in my body exploded in a brilliant rush with the feel of Schuldig's release. I gasped as I suddenly felt both hot and cold at the same time. Brightly coloured lights danced in front of my eyes and I abruptly collapsed on top of Aya, panting heavily. My skin was tingling again and I felt better and more relaxed than I had in days. I couldn't stop the satisfied grin that played over my face. This was how it was supposed to be between the three of us. Together, sharing the pleasure.

 

~Aya~

 

Yohji was heavy with the additional weight of Schuldig pressing down on me but I was reluctant to have him move. Thanks to Schuldig linking us together, I knew that Yohji really had forgiven me. I still felt some residual guilt for what I had done and I suspected that it would stay with me for quite some time no matter what Yohji said or did to show me that I had been forgiven. If he hadn't been such a generous person, I was sure that I would have been cut from his life.

 

I allowed them to remain where they were for a few minutes longer until breathing was starting to become a challenge. I gave a not so gentle shove to Yohji's shoulder and sighed in relief when he and Schuldig rolled off me. The cool air of the room hit my sweat slicked skin and I shivered. Yohji pulled me close to him and tucked my head under his chin. I felt Schuldig snake an arm around Yohji and over my waist. His leg covered Yohji's and hooked around my calves, twinning us tightly together. I let myself relax into the feeling of warmth and acceptance that being with them had produced in me.

 

How long we stayed like that, I didn't know. I think we all dozed off because the next thing I knew, Ken was calling through the house for me and Yohji. I jerked and tried to scramble from the bed, the memory of Ken finding us the first time and the chaos that had followed still fresh in my mind.

 

**I locked the door. He'll figure it out soon enough by himself where we are, ** Schuldig said with an evil snicker.

 

I shot him a frosty glare and looked over the edge of the bed for my pants anyway. I stopped when I caught Yohji eye.

 

**He knows we're lovers, Ran. He knows Schu is here trying to help me get a handle on this Talent of mine. I don't think he'll be surprised to find that we've locked ourselves in my bedroom. He's probably surprised we haven't done it sooner, ** Yohji said as he laid a restraining hand high on my bare thigh.

 

The need to flee and the desire to stay warred in my head. I didn't want another incident with Ken but I didn't want to give up the renewed closeness that I had been missing with Yohji and Schuldig. I remained half on, half off the bed in indecision.

 

“Stay Ran. Even if you left now, Ken would know exactly what you had been doing and with who,” Yohji said as he let his gaze travel over my body, noting the slight flush and evidence of my release dried on my belly.

 

I scowled at Yohji for pointing that out. I meant to sniff disdainfully and instead inhaled the musky aroma of male arousal and sex. My cock twitched and drew Yohji's bright green gaze as well as the smouldering blue one from Schuldig. I huffed and folded my arms across my chest. I was not going to have noisy sex with Ken in the house and awake to hear us. It was one thing for him to know what we were doing and a completely different thing to hear us doing it.

 

**Ach, we can be quiet. If we all have something in our mouths, we won't make a sound, ** Schuldig said reasonably as he reached out a hand to stroke my awakening erection along with Yohji's.

 

As tempting as the mental picture was, I still refused. This earned me a pouting Yohji and a sulking Schuldig. I didn't think I would have been able to relax enough to enjoy myself or my lovers. I would have been straining to hear footsteps outside Yohji's door or Ken calling for us again or god forbid, Omi asking where we were.

 

“You're supposed to be helping Yohji learn how to shield and use his Talent,” I reminded Schuldig in a desperate attempt to divert his attention and my own growing desire.

 

“I would if I could get into his head. I can't get much further than his surface thoughts. I don't know how he's managing to keep me at bay.”

 

“Hey! Laying right here,” Yohji grumbled. The grumble turned to a pleased hum as Schuldig stroked him firmly and nibbled on the sensitive spot behind his ear.

 

“Well, we're all relaxed right now. Why not try it again?” I let Yohji pull me back down into his arms with only a token protest. How was I supposed to fight the desire of both of them? I couldn't.

 

**You sure you want me to do that? You know first hand how arousing I find it to be inside your head. I don't think it'll be any different in Yohji's. **

 

**Who says you'll get in? ** I countered with a snicker that turned into a gasp as Schuldig rubbed his thumb over the still slightly sensitive head of my cock.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I was easily able to skim over Yohji's surface thoughts. He wasn't trying to hide anything from me and was actually very open to me. I moved deeper in his head looking for the opening that would let me into his inner most mind. I ran smack dab into that wall or shield or whatever the hell it was. It was frustrating; I could have bulled my way through Yohji's defences but I knew that would, in all likely hood, break his mind. That shield was there for a reason and I couldn't do anything that would hurt him.

 

While I was testing the strength of this obstacle in my path I gradually became aware of a warm tingling sensation. I abandoned the wall in Yohji's head in favour of checking out the intriguing feeling. Mentally reaching out to the new warmth, I sucked in a sharp breath at what I felt. Power surged and foamed in Yohji's head as if a bottle of pop had been shaken vigorously.

 

My head spun pleasantly from the rush of so much mental juice available. Yohji was brimming full of it. No wonder the shield in his head was so strong even though he was completely relaxed. That tingly feeling hadn't been there earlier in the day when I had tried to work with him. There was no way I would have been able to miss something as strong and delicious as this. Something between then and now had triggered a power surge in Yohji and I needed to know what it was. If we knew what re-charged Yohji, Aya and I wouldn't have to worry quite so much about accidentally draining Yohji and possibly killing him.

 

I left Yohji's head and stared thoughtfully at him and Aya. I told them what I had found and the importance of figuring out what caused this sudden burst of additional power in Yohji. Yohji was completely baffled and swore he had no idea what might have given him more power. Aya chewed on his lip thoughtfully, his brow scrunched in deep thought before his face suddenly cleared and a soft laugh escaped him. Aya shook his head as the laughter got stronger until tears started to track down his cheeks and he held his sides.

 

Yohji eyed him warily and I wondered what Aya found so funny. I had never seen Aya like that and judging from the expression on Yohji's face, neither had he.

 

**Ran? You okay? ** Yohji asked in concern.

 

**I know what happened to re-charge Yohji, ** Aya gasped around more laughter as he tried and failed to calm himself down.

 

**What? ** I demanded, getting a little annoyed now at Aya's continued amusement.

 

**Oh this is just too perfectly Yohji for words. He's a battery for Talents to drain and he re-charges through one of his favourite pastimes; sex. There is a god and she does have a wicked sense of humour, ** Aya said as he broke into another fit of laughter.

 

Yohji stared at me in surprise before a slow seductive smile spread across his face. I didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking. He was a complete hedonist and god help me but it was one of the things I liked best about him.

 

**So…who wants to drain me and who wants to re-charge me? ** Yohji said as he dropped a hand to his groin and trailed his fingers over his stiff cock. ** We need to practice this re-charge thing a lot to make sure we get it right.**