Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ Forged Bond ( Chapter 3 )

Light Meets Darkness

Forged Bond

Disclaimer: Same as always

Warning: Lemon (give or take how people perceive it). Leaning more on the edge of Lime, though. Give me credit, this will be my first time writing one. ^_^

: … : Ken's thoughts

/ … / Schuldich's thoughts

* … * Farfarello's thoughts

He was sharing his room with Schuldich and Farfarello.

How the hell he managed to get that kind of deal was beyond him. All he knew was that after Manx had left to return to Kritiker headquarters to further investigate about their unknown hacker and that Yohji had decided to vacate the shop for a night for alcohol and clubbing in order to get away from the drama suddenly entering his life.

Of course, he had made sure to evacuate the premises when Aya had his back turned, leaving their leader cursing the lineage of Yohji's family back to his great grandfather.

However, that left Yohji's room by default available for Crawford to seize, given that Aya would gladly eat his katana before allowing the leader of Schwarz into his bedroom. Well, whatever floats Crawford's boat. But he had chosen the safest area to sleep without having to contend to an antsy Abyssinian. Ken didn't know if he should have been surprised that Omi had easily handled the idea of sharing his room with Nagi. Those two had the most common traits, though, being profound hackers and intelligence gathering figures in either Schwarz or Weiss.

Schuldich's mental voice laughed humorously. /They'll probably stay up all night on their personal laptops. We'll have to wait to see the bags under their eyes in the morning./

"At least they'll have an easier time with sharing pajamas. They're both around the same height, even with Nagi being more slender than Omi." Ken muttered vaguely. He still couldn't figure out how they had managed to scrape together the necessary sleeping items for the older members of Weiss. Ken knew that Crawford had personally confiscated a pair of Yohji's sweatpants, seeming to somehow deem them as his by rights. Aya was forced to relinquish two pairs of his own to Schuldich and Farfarello, growling that they could keep them when Schuldich snidely offered to have them pressed and dry-cleaned.

"Damned 'Stick up his ass' needs to get longer sweats. I'm sporting highwaters." Schuldich whined loudly, not appearing too impressed with the black pair of sweatpants he was wearing, modeling them from his seat at Ken's desk.

"It was either that or borrow mine, and I know for a fact that you would be even less impressed with that kind of attire." Ken humored, trying to stall further whining on the telepath's part. It was either that or Ken having to resolve to threats, and Ken knew that the odds were more in Schuldich's favor if the occasion decided to become physical.

Farfarello didn't appear too worried about his own matching pair of sweats, more interested in wandering the room and moving things around at his convenience. Ken had learned that fact the hard way when he had almost killed himself on his soccerball when Farfarello had decided to move it closer the bathroom door. He had made sure to show how unhappy he was about Farfarello's sudden design change in his room by ineffectively swiping at the pale man with the same soccerball, missing the man's head by a good six inches.

/Not as if you wouldn't have copied that face-plant with all the other crap lying all over your floor./

"Shut up. It's my room, like it or take the couch downstairs." Ken snapped, keeping his eyes adverted from both of the now shirtless men. He reached into his upper drawer and pulled out two of his largest pairs of shirts, tossing them in the vague direction of the two other assassins without turning around. "Put some more clothes on. The bed may be queen-sized, but I'm not sharing it with anyone half-naked."

"Ah, you do not appreciate the gift bestowed upon your ungrateful eyes." Schuldich said sarcastically, pulling the shirt on. The shirt fit, but it was noticeably snug around the shoulders. Farfarello's seemed to meld across his torso, clearly defining muscles and the occasionally ridged scar. It certainly made Ken more conscious of how much leaner and slighter he was compared to the two men. He wasn't sure if he should take it as an attribute or something else entirely.

"Well, they're don't fit too bad. I was afraid they wouldn't fit at all." Ken said offhandedly. Not able to avoid the act any longer he shut out the light-switch near the closed door. He had stalled the act of getting into bed long enough for the rest of the occupants in the Koneko to have already retired to their rooms. The only light coming from the nightlight at the desk between the bed and the shut window, the soft moonlight spreading a soft blue glow throughout the room, the shadows standing like silent guards in every corner. Surprisingly Ken made it to the bed without tripping too badly over the occasional item or clothing lying around haphazardly, a miracle on his part.

At the foot of the bed Ken hesitated, not knowing how or if he wanted to take the first move of getting into the bed, not even sure which area of the bed to claim as his to sleep in. Schuldich snorted softly, shoving Ken forward so that he sprawled gracelessly in the middle of the bed.

"Oh look, he picked the middle. Guess that leaves us the edges." Schuldich ignored Ken's glare for the option of dropping down onto Ken's left side of the bed, Farfarello easing into the remaining spot on his right. Ken mumbled grumpily, complaining silently that Schuldich could've at least asked. But then, this was Schuldich he was talking about. The term 'ask' probably wasn't in his vocabulary whatsoever.

He frowned for a moment, the positions of the two men beside him nagging suddenly. "You're placing yourself between me and the window. Farfarello only has one visible eye, and that is facing the closed and may I note locked door." He wasn't sure if he was flattered or annoyed by the act on both of the men's parts. Ken felt secure enough in his abilities to protect himself against a sudden attack. He'd never had anyone really go so far as to protect him within his own room; even the other members of Weiss had never opted to checking their companions' rooms at the beginning of every night.

Schuldich tilted his head slightly, glancing up at Ken. "Out of the two of us who would better hold out in a sudden attack through the window?"

"Point." Ken admitted, willing to admit to that truth. He managed to rearrange the white and sapphire blue blankets so that all three men could get beneath them and rearrange the blankets at their convenience. Finally settling underneath the sheets Ken looked upon the extra objects lying against the headboard's railing, scowling slightly at the two extra pillows lying on the bed with his own. "I see you managed to find extra pillows."

Schuldich smirked at the dry comment. "We didn't steal them, we merely borrowed any extra we could find."

"Forget I asked. I'm afraid to know the details about your little adventure." Ken ordered dryly, lying back to stare up at his ceiling in a parody of feigned indifference to having two older men lying in the same bed on either side of him. Nope, just Kenken all by himself, nothing out of the ordinary here.

The act was immediately dropped when Ken suddenly found himself straddled by Farfarello, the sheets riding down to trap themselves around their legs.

"Hey, hey, no funny business! Get off!" Ken exclaiming, pushing his hands against Farfarello's shoulders in an effort to push him off. No such luck; he might as well been throwing his weight against a brick wall. Instead of moving back Farfarello leaned more of his weight on Ken's hips, his pale hands moving up to grip Ken's, effectively trapping them within his larger hands.

"Farfarello-" Ken hissed, his anger rising minutely, a small wisp of fear threading through the cloud of rising temper. Whatever games Farfarello was playing, Ken was not enjoying it whatsoever.

"He's not playing around." Schuldich answered, appearing to not notice the scene taking place, instead opting to turn over on his side away from both of them.

"Aren't you going to help me?!" Ken growled, his struggles however useless were increasing minutely due to Schuldich's disregard of the situation.

/If you're not careful, kitten, you might find me participating as well./

:What the hell are-: Ken's inner dialogue was ended when Farfarello leaned forward to peer steadily into Ken's brown eyes, meeting them steadily. Everything around Ken stilled, his entire focus on the man above him. Nothing else existed other than the two of them, the bed, the other occupant, the entire room, all were suddenly meaningless. Simple extremities to the environment around them that held no significant meaning other than a possible distraction from the object at hand, namely the man that filled Ken's entire vision.

"Are you enjoying yourself, you one-eyed buffoon?" Ken asked sarcastically, unsettled by the sensations flooding through his body. The most predominant one was the feeling of stepping and viewing the situation around him with a calm air, a spectator who had nothing else better to do then to witness the actions taking place. This feeling both unsettled Ken and increased his confusion of the things going on within his own mind.

Ken's inner recollection of his deep thoughts was greatly thrown back into reality when Farfarello grinned slightly at Ken's abrupt question, his shoulders shaking minutely from contained laughter.

Somehow Farfarello managed to lean forward even further, his forehead resting against Ken's, white bangs mingling with rich brown. "What makes you think I only have one eye?" He asked softly, still appearing amused by Ken's question.

Ken frowned, burying himself further into his pillow in order to gain some distance between himself and the man who was throwing his thoughts off of the path they had been taking for the past few minutes. "If you have another eye, then why do you hide it behind the eye-patch? What is there to hide?"

If anything Farfarello's laughter seemed to increase, the mirth even reaching into his one visible yellow eye.

"So many questions. You're such a curious creature." The larger man's tone was neither condescending nor frustrated by Ken's constant questions. Farfarello casually lifted his left hand to the black eye-patch while keeping Ken's wrists trapped with his other one. With cool ease Farfarello pulled off the black eye-patch, allowing it to fall listlessly off the side of the bed, reckless as to where the object decided to land.

Underneath the area where Farfarello's eye-patch once covered, an eye containing only a yellow slit for a pupil stared down at Ken. Where a normal person's eyes would be white, instead there was only black, highlighting the yellow slit to high definition. Farfarello gazed down at Ken with a heated light burning within his pupils, his sole attention focused on the individual trapped beneath him; in essence, his prey.

Ken swallowed dryly, not having the strength to pull at Farfarello's grasp on his wrists or the ability to look away from the anomaly before him. The severe level of 'wrongness' he felt did not differentiate from the unusual eyes or the insane light burning within them. Something inside of him knew that whatever made Ken feel the way he did around Farfarello revolved around Farfarello as an entire being, inside and out, not just a specific part of him. There was something about the man that made Ken's insides churn with unease, something dark and sinister with barely contained ferocity.

"What are you, Farfarello? Just what in the hell are you?" Ken inquired haltingly, needing the answer, wanting the answer that would possibly ease the sensations within him, at least supplying him with the 'what', not the 'why'.

Farfarello leaned forward again, this time making sure that not only his forehead rested against Ken's but that their chests were fully pressed together, leaving almost no space between them, much to Ken's disconcertion. "I'm a demon. When I was in Rosenkreuz they came to the conclusion that I was a demon due to the heightened abilities and senses I possessed, not only physical and mentally, but also in the form of undefined power that is as old as this very world. Surprising how they managed to figure that out all on their own. Humans are surprisingly ignorant of things outside of the norm of whatever reality that suits their own thoughts and desires."

"It makes sense how they came to the conclusion about you." Ken whispered, his gaze remaining locked to Farfarello's. "The speed you've always possessed, it also somewhat explains the way you don't feel pain. If you're a demon, you're beyond the physical and mental capabilities of any human. You can only be beyond human."

"Yessss." Farfarello hissed, moving his head so that his cheek rubbed against Ken's, giving off a somewhat playful manner in the act. "In not only Japanese folklore, there are also demons within European. There was no definite good or evil among any of those demons; they just were. Just like humans, they were capable of choice, capable of deciding what life to lead and how to lead their life among the mortal humans. Humans just wish to hide from the darkness outside their homes and within their minds, denying the similarities between themselves and the creatures they were taught to fear. But we demons are everywhere; we can not be denied. We are as real as any man or woman. There are not many of us, but we are there. Different types of demons have existed throughout the ages, but they all sport the general liking for blood, especially that of their victims." Farfarello leaned further to nuzzle the left side of Ken's neck, his tongue flicking out to run softly across the vein pulsing with the assassin's heartbeat, taking note of the tell-tale shiver from the warm body beneath him. "Ask me why I did not decide to kill you when there were so many opportunities to, angel. Ask me why I did not kill you during the time we were enemies and even in the past few days." Farfarello commanded softly, sliding his tongue along the warm flesh to finally trail the tip along the soft region beneath Ken's chin, the younger man tilting his head back at the unfamiliar tickling sensation trailing across the soft skin.

Ken swallowed, shuddering slightly when Farfarello pressed his teeth where Ken's neck and shoulder met, the playfulness that had been tickling at his senses originating from the larger man now sinking into something darker. "Why didn't you kill me?" He asked shakily, the presence of teeth at his throat while his wrists remained trapped within the man's grasp made his body tighten in trepidation, not able to decide between 'fight or flight'.

Farfarello smiled against Ken's flesh, moving fractionally to speak closer to Ken's ear. "Because I didn't want to kill you; I wanted to possess you." With numbing speed he struck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin in the same area he had been teasing earlier with his teeth. Ken screamed hoarsely into Farfarello's shoulder, his arms jerking desperately to try to break away from the sudden pain that exploded through his senses, his entire drive now perfectly within the 'holy fucking shit!' category. Farfarello pressed himself closer to Ken, swallowing deeply to pull the blood that escaped from the wound he had made on near Ken's neck. The bite was deep enough to bleed to assassin only for a few seconds, but not enough to risk anything further than a scar. That too wasn't a negative result either; the mark would signify him being the first to taste the younger assassin.

Ken sobbed in pain, managing to tear his wrists out of Farfarello's grip. He grasped weakly at the back of Farfarello's shirt, marring the front with the few tears that escaped from his clenched eyes.

"Why did you do that!?" He demanded painfully, a small sob escaping him more from the shock of the sudden attack rather than the pain itself. Not that the pain didn't go unnoticed. Damn, the fucking thing burned! What the hell was Farfarello trying to prove, that he was edible?!

Farfarello tilted Ken's head back to look up at him, holding his trapped companion beneath him. Ken whimpered slightly when he saw the blood on Farfarello's lips and teeth, the length of said teeth noticeably longer and sharper than they had been originally. Both of Farfarello's eyes glowed with the intensity rivaling that of a burning flame, the darkness behind the one yellow slit threatening to swallow Ken into oblivion.

Farfarello brushed his lips lightly against Ken's, tinting them a shade of red with the still damp blood. "Taste of your essence and mine. I am yours, and you are mine. My fallen angel." Farfarello bit down on his own tongue, blood welling slightly within his mouth. He pressed his mouth fully against Ken's, using Ken's gasp of shock to his advantage. He plunged his tongue into Ken's mouth, their mingled blood flowing into the warm cavern. Ken was forced to swallow the warm rush quickly, not wanting to choke, the coppery taste filling his senses with its metallic taste of precious life. He shivered at the feel of Farfarello's tongue brushing against his own, flicking along the roof of his mouth in a teasing dance of blatant domination and the demand for surrender.

Ken didn't disappoint him. His entire body was limp other than the strong grip on the man above him, allowing Farfarello to explore him at his leisure while making sure to go at a certain pace that wouldn't pain the younger man any further than necessary.

Farfarello pulled away eventually, allowing Ken to breathe deeply, his eyes pleased and sated as he ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the lingering presence of the blood shared between them. Ken gulped the needed air, his hair matting to his forehead from the effort he had put forth to try to force Farfarello off of him when he had decided to suddenly attack Ken.

Farfarello remained pressed against Ken, their chests still aligned, white skin against soft gold. He ran long fingers through damp bangs, his lips brushing against the young man's fevered skin. "Feel it, angel. Our hearts beating together."

He was right. Ken could feel Farfarello's heartbeat matching his own, the sound a dull echo in Ken's head, proof of their bodies attempting to breach the restraining barriers of flesh and bone to become one living and breathing being. Ken felt the heat of his blush rising on his face, fully conscious of the erection pressed solidly against his groin. He pressed his face against Farfarello's shoulder, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

Farfarello flicked his tongue over the wound that had stopped bleeding earlier, his touch careful and offering a silent apology to the pain he had caused the smaller man. He could not resist rocking his hips against Ken's, enjoying the shiver from the smaller one when he felt their groins rub against one another's, Ken's thighs forced apart by the muted strength lying restrained deep within the larger man.

Ken groaned softly, throwing his head back in surprise at the shot of heat and electricity pooling in his groin and thighs. Something else rose up along with the fire and electricity, something that threatened to change everything in an instant. It was as if something was being burned and forged between the two men, a trailing chain connecting them. If Ken had been standing away from the bed and watching he would have seen both himself and Farfarello glowing softly, the edges of their bodies alight with trails of flickering light, Farfarello's golden glow mingling with the silver-blue of the man beneath him.

The said young man clutched harder at Farfarello's back when his legs were pressed further apart by the man above him, allowing for a better angle to further please both partners. The angle also allowed for Farfarello to be in full control, Ken not having the proper balance and angling to sit up on his own free will. Farfarello managed to pull Ken's right hand away from the grip on his shirt and pressed it next to Ken's head, linking his pale fingers with that of Ken's.

"Aaahh!" Ken gasped, tossing his head slightly against the pillow resting against his neck and shoulders, his body writhing from the friction between their bodies and the power burning around and between both men. "Farfarello, don't! I won't last-" Ignoring his plea Farfarello only increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, enjoying the soft cries from his trapped prey. He was beyond listening to the soft pleas of Ken, needing and wanting to share this small intimacy with the smaller man.

"I don't want you to hold back. I want to see you when you reach that point of ecstasy." Farfarello murmured against his lips, cutting off a sharp cry from a particularly deep thrust by slanting his mouth over Ken's. He pulled Ken's tongue into his mouth, teasing it with lips and tongue, enjoying the writhing figure beneath him, loving the feel and sensation of the smaller man slowly reaching the point of climax.

The only sounds among the two men was the steady sound of bodies rocking as one, Ken's soft gasps and mewled whimpers mixed with the occasional purr from the man above him.

Eventually Ken screamed into Farfarello's mouth, his legs and thighs tightening when he finally exploded from the intense friction, his body jerking with a will of its own. He felt the answering shudder and muffled cry from the man pressed against him, the dampness between them marking their shared pleasure. Farfarello continued to rock slightly against Ken while the last threads of pleasure teased along their senses, the larger assassin somehow managing to keep himself from collapsing upon the limp form beneath him. The glow that had previously dominated the edges of both of their bodies faded slowly into their respective owners with a final brush among the two colored glows.

Ken gasped for air when Farfarello released his mouth, his body quivering from the lasting sensations from the physical and emotional exercise he had just went through.

:Smooth, Hidaka. A roll in the sheets categorized as exercise. Good technique of denial: He groaned softly when Farfarello loosened his grip on Ken's hand where it was pressed against the bed, bringing the lax hand up to press a damp kiss to the back of his hand. He grinned smugly at Ken, obviously pleased with himself.

"I suppose you want to be congratulated for your performance." Ken muttered, his faint blush giving away his attempt to rid the entire episode from his mind.

Farfarello chuckled, turning Ken's hand that was still caught in his, delicately tracing the tip of his tongue along one the larger veins on his wrist. "You're stuck with a demon, angel. I will have nothing less than pure domination."

:Great, I'm stuck with a pervert demon. Wonderful. Can't get much worse. Let's tape the whole thing!: Ken cursed that snide voice silently, trying to figure out if there was a mute button of sorts.

/Alright, Alright! Enough fun, boys! Farfarello, go use Ken's shower to clean up before you decide to go for Round Two!/ Ken jumped at the sudden mental voice.

Well, now it's worse. Ken groaned in humiliation, rolling away from Schuldich and Farfarello to curl on his side, wanting to fall through the bed and slowly die.

Ken missed Farfarello's satisfied smirk at the other man, the pale man sliding out of the bed with sinful grace. "What you witnessed is nothing to what it will be." He promised, his golden gaze locking with emerald green before closing the bathroom door behind him. Seconds later the faint sound of running water filled the background of the room.

Several minutes of silence passed between the two remaining men, Ken seething in humiliation and uncertainty.

"Well? Are you going to say anything 'now'?" Ken demanded, feeling slightly hurt that the other man had not interceded when the situation had become momentarily violent. Thankful it hadn't escalated into something possibly fatal, but Ken couldn't hide the faint tinge of betrayal dancing along the edges of his mind.

Schuldich sighed, lifting himself up into a seated position, obviously catching the thoughts going through the younger man's mind. "If it helps any I was making sure that he didn't plan to go any further than that. You're in a deep fix; Farfarello needs an outlet of sorts. It's either killing, blood, or sex. To him they are all very satisfying."

"Can't blood be tied with killing?" Ken asked offhandedly, somehow curious to the information willingly be offered by the previously silent man.

"Yes, but in Farfarello's case he prefers that the blood be fresh and from a willing participant."

'Willing'. Ken scoffed silently at the delicate wording, not really remembering agreeing to the whole biting thing. Still, if he had to decide between death and bloodletting, he knew what he'd choose.

Several more minutes passed before the sound of running water stopped from behind the closed door. Farfarello came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water still beading along his skin and running along the edges of raised scars. He headed for Ken's drawers, casually scanning through them. "You might want to consider cleaning up." He offered, flicking his hand in the direction of the open bathroom door.

Ken considered that, the dampness on several areas of his body coming to mind in clear definition. "Ick." He muttered, crawling sluggishly from under the covers, managing to face the general direction of the bathroom.

"Come on, lazy buns." Schuldich ushered, coming alongside him and wrapping one arm around his shoulders while avoiding touching the mark near his neck, steering him towards the bathroom.

"Catch." Farfarello warned, tossing several articles of clothing at Schuldich to take with them into the bathroom. Ken noted the shirt and sweatpants, mentally leaping for joy for not having to come back out for dry clothing, especially with the prospect of coming out to Farfarello's mercy with only a towel on.

Schuldich closed the door behind them, allowing for some small level of privacy. He dropped the clothing at the corner of the sink, opening one of the cabinets to hunt for a towel and washrag. "Jump on in. You'll feel better after washing up."

Ken complied, remotely registering removing his soiled clothing and easing into the shower stall, closing the distorted glass shower door behind him. He turned the water on, the warmth washing over him in a pleasurable tide. He sighed contentedly, the ache on his shoulder fading away with the slightly pink water flowing into the drain. He cleaned his entire body with the soap at hand, carefully avoiding from touching the wound directly with the soap.

He touched the wound slightly after he finished rinsing the soap off of his body, the pain surprisingly dull. He'd probably only end up with a scar. The whole thing could have ended up much worse.

He cursed softly, resting his forehead against the cool tile, fisting his hands level to his head. Obviously something else had gone on while Farfarello and he had been sharing their pleasure. Ken had vaguely noticed something apparently locking together between them, like the sensation matching to that of clicking a lock to a chain. He could vaguely feel Farfarello at the edge of his mind through the closed door, the man's presence a steady heat of gold with the occasional thread of red and black.

No, feel wasn't the proper word, it was too shallow of a description. He could 'taste' Farfarello, almost rolling his very presence around in his head like smooth chocolate. The walls and door were suddenly transparent in his mind's eye. He could see Farfarello sliding back into the bed, now wearing the dry clothes he had just donned. As if sensing Ken's gaze the pale man looked up, staring in the exact place Ken would have been standing if he had been in the room. Farfarello offered a faint smile, cutting his hand across the front of his body.

The connection between the two men was instantly severed, for the moment at least, tucked away while remaining patiently in the background.

:Bonded,: The word echoed faintly in Ken's mind, confirming him to his fate, :It's so simple. Through this bond he sees what I see, and the other way around. He can obviously cut it off, meaning I'll attain the same ability. At least he is considerate enough to give me my own space-:

/For more reasons than one. He's offering the highest level of privacy possible between two people./ Schuldich offered, the voice tickling through Ken's mind as well as the solid warmth against his back providing valid proof of Schuldich's whereabouts.

"Schuldich!?" Ken gasped, pushing back against the taller body in his shock, the running water now helping to define to smooth feel of skin against skin. He stiffened when he felt to stiffening shaft resting against the cleft of his buttocks, proving the fact that the body behind him was very pleased at where it was. An instant cloud of anger rushed over him, the inner turmoil of the entire day flooding over him in a split-second.

"Damn it, you fucking prick! I refuse to whore my body for either of you at your convenience!" He hissed, struggling wildly against the larger man. Schuldich was forced to press Ken between the strength of his taller form and that of the tiled wall, forcing Ken's arms between the younger man's body and the water-slick wall.

"It is nothing like that! Do you honestly think we would ever force you? Does it disgust you to be desired by a man, or the fact of being desired by more than one man?!" Schuldich demanded, as equally enraged by Ken's assumption that he was a mere easy fuck for the two members of Schwarz.

"What am I suppose to think?! My life was the same as it has always been with Weiss until I ran into you two! Now everything has changed! I didn't ask for any of this!" Ken snapped, thumping his forehead against the tile in his frustration, not caring about the dull ache formed from his blatant disregard of the wall's superiority in fortitude.

"Deal with it. No one asks for something they don't want. You're going to have to accept that you were never human to begin with and that you need Farfarello and I, just as we need you. This isn't about being gender, fate, or some other crap. This is about being what we are, surviving and keeping our sanity." Schuldich growled, clasping his hands on Ken's shoulders to keep him in place. Damned if he was going to allow Ken to run away from the truth, even if he had to force it onto him!

"…I need you both…and both of you need me?" Ken asked uncertainly, not having expected such a statement from the redhead.

"You don't understand how rare it is to have the abilities you do. I can now say for certain that you're an empath. You can feel people's emotions, you have a level of awareness just below that of a telepath." Schuldich sighed, pressing his forehead against the tile above Ken's head, tendrils of orange hair trailing down to flick against the edges of Ken's cheeks and neck. "People who have telepathic and empathic abilities almost never come across one another because they usually commit suicide before reaching adulthood. Their powers will drive them insane without constant supervision of another individual of some sort of mental capabilities. When the two come across one another, they become…whole…something neither could ever attain on their own when they are denied the possibility of coming across someone who can understand the things the feel and see."

Schuldich bumped his forehead against the tile, considering his words. "Without you I feel so empty. If your barriers were to suddenly come down and you were to have none of us around…"

:I would feel as if I was missing a part of my soul if Schuldich wasn't around. Without Farfarello, I would not be able to see within a whole different spectrum of truth: Ken clenched his hands tightly, forming individual fists. He relaxed his body, forcing it to admit to the inevitable. It was done, there was no going back. He was here to stay, not human, not completely aware of what he was capable of…

:But at least I'm not alone: Ken tilted his head back, meeting the uncertain gaze of the taller man, offering silent comfort the hopeful yet fearful telepath, giving him his answer. If he was not human nor would he ever fit in with them, then he might as well get use to being around others like himself.

"Farfarello…" Ken asked, briefly brushing his mind against the connection between him and the said man. Nope, still cut off. Allowing the two men their privacy.

"He knows," Schuldich answered, pressing further against Ken, the long damp wisps of hair teasing further along Ken's shoulders. "He knows how badly we both need this. He understands because he needs you just as badly as I do."
"The connection he forged between the two of us. That explains it." Ken said vaguely, turning his head to press his cheek to the broad shoulder behind him. "But he's a demon. Why would he need me?"

"Demons cannot handle being alone, away from either human or other demonic company. It would drive them to the deepest brink of insanity after a certain period of time. There is only a specific type of person meant to be with a specific sort of demon. You just happened to be that one. I'm sure that even if you didn't have your abilities that he would still hunt after you." Schuldich voiced strongly, wrapping his arms around Ken's upper chest, surrounding the younger man within his warmth.

"What a fix." Ken sighed in exasperation. "I'm not upset about both of you being guys, but this certainly could have gone a lot better."

"Sure it could've," Schuldich tightened his grip around Ken, forcing a small yip out of the smaller man, "but then I wouldn't get the chance to manhandle your body!" The German snickered loudly.

"Hentai!" Ken squeaked, trying to bat the man's hands away. Schuldich caught his flailing hands and pressed them against the tile, bringing his chest flush against Ken's back.

"I can't believe I have to deal with this." Ken groaned dramatically, shivering at the contrast of the cool tile at his front and the warm body behind him.

"You can't pretend you're not enjoying this. With the nature of your abilities and your overall personality, you cannot help but want to be dominated. You don't have the capability of being the dominant form. You can easily take care of yourself, but you prefer the position of being the submissive partner." Schuldich quipped smugly, releasing Ken's hands and trailing the tips of his fingers along the flat stomach of the smaller man, his cream colored skin contrasting with the slight golden skin beneath his fingertips. Ken couldn't help but giggle slightly at the tickling from both Schuldich's hands and the long hair running over his upper torso. Schuldich removed his right hand from the young man's stomach and pressed it against the back of Ken's head, running his lips along the back of Ken's nape, a deep growl breaking through his lips as he nipped lightly at the soft skin.

"That tickles!" Ken sputtered, trying to sound indignant about the previous comment on what sexual position he was better suited for. His body betrayed him by squirming from the sensations, proving his slight lack on inhibition to Schuldich leading the act of foreplay.

"If you like that, then you'll love this." Schuldich purred, his hand trailing even further down Ken's stomach, finally reaching down to wrap around Ken's semi-erect shaft between his spread legs.

"Schuldich!" Ken yelped reaching down and ineffectively trying to pull Schuldich's hand away from its grip around his shaft. He whimpered from the foreign weight around the slender shaft, one hand wrapped around the steadier one of the other man's. His other hand fisted beside his head, clenching at the familiar heat building between his thighs.

"Just relax and enjoy it. I won't go any further than you want it to." Schuldich promised, pressing Ken's upper body closer to the wall while wrapping his free arm around Ken's chest, forcing Ken to lean his lower back against the taller man's thighs.

"Nnn-" Ken panted softly when Schuldich began to carefully stroke his shaft from base to tip, the steady rain of water and precum helping the older man's hand to slid over the shaft with relative ease. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Ken's shaft, teasing the slit with delicate precision.

"Aah!" Ken gasped, his hips unconsciously thrusting into the sensation. Schuldich laughed softly at that, thrusting his own hips against Ken's buttocks, his larger shaft sliding between the spread cheeks and against the small opening that concealed the deep source of pleasure within the young man. Schuldich controlled his desire of entering the younger man, instead thrusting his hips to rub his shaft against the cleft of the man's ass, the running water easing his rocking motion to ensure the least amount of discomfort for Ken.

Ken moved the hand gripping Schuldich's hand to grasp at the man's forearm, using the hold to keep him on his feet. He used his other hand to brace himself between the wall and his large partner, making himself more accessible to Schuldich's caresses while maintaining himself of weak knees. The heat of Schuldich's hand moving over his shaft kept Ken within indecision of either begging Schuldich to stop tormenting him or to plead for the German to continue his teasing touch. The sliding motion of the larger man's shaft against his ass nearly sent Ken to his knees, the smooth brush of flesh touching him in ways he had never thought possible.

Schuldich timed his thrusts with the movements of his hand, enticing soft mewled whimpers from the younger man. While maintaining the rocking motion of his hips and hands he delved deeply into the mind of the younger man, seeking out the source that would bind them together. The telepath flowed through Ken's mind with ease, the mental view around him surprisingly neutral with cool shades of blue and trailing wisps of muted silver and white teasing the edges.

He briefly rubbed across the mental barrier erected by the powerful telepath almost ten years ago, feeling the awesome power behind it thrumming through his own mind. It was a wall of indescribable measure, glowing with a fierce gold radiance with the fortitude to match any man-made fortress. Schuldich slowly eased the barrier down by a fraction, only enough to allow some release of the power contained within. The barrier seemed to groan with the weight of its burden, slowly releasing a portion of the force it contained behind the flat wall of power.

:Schuldich?: Ken whimpered, suddenly afraid, the sensations flooding past the mental barrier sending his mind reeling momentarily. Schuldich soothed his fear silently, brushing against Ken's mind reassuringly.

/It's okay. I'm only doing enough to slowly ease you into the feel of your powerst. Eventually you'll be able to control your abilities without the need of the shield./ He soothed, the emerald green that marked his presence winding around the silver blue wisps of Ken's mind, twirling together like mating snakes.

:O…Okay: Ken replied, sounding slightly more confident, allowing Schuldich to delve deeper into his mind once the telepath was satisfied that the barrier would hold its current position. Schuldich began to search with a quicker pace when he felt the steady heat gathering throughout Ken's mind, signaling his coming climax. Schuldich was following closely behind, his breathing and waning focus signaling his own climax rushing headlong with Ken's.

Eventually he found what he was looking for. The long thread of silver blue and gold wound together, the bond between Siberian and the Berserker.

/Farfarello…/

*Yes…?*

/You're okay with this, right? This is the best, for Ken and us./

*For Ken…* Farfarello's thoughts trailed off, Schuldich panicking momentarily that he had lost the demon in his desire to bind Ken to him. He didn't have to wait long for his answer.

*Do it. Make us one.*

With the permission of the pale man Schuldich thrust his own power into the twined thread of color, a trail of emerald green winding itself with the other two strands, interlocking to form an even stronger and deeper bond between all three men. He felt it all snap into place just as he and Ken rushed into mutual climax.

Ken cried out from the mixture of the dropping of the barrier, bonding, and climax pouring into his body, filling his body to the brim with pulsing intensity. He felt Schuldich released his passion against him, emptying himself against the secret entrance guarding the virgin flesh within Ken's body. Schuldich growled a curse, barely managing to keep himself standing from the multiple exertions he had forced upon his body and spirit. They spent a long moment catching their breath, Ken maintaining his hold on the telepath to prevent his likely collapse without the support of the warm body against him.

The smaller man was surprised to hear a deep hiss from the man behind him. He felt the redhead running his hand against the spot where Farfarello had bitten into flesh, carefully brushing across the smooth skin with his fingertips.

Smooth skin…?

Ken jolted in surprise, slapping his hand over Schuldich's, his heartbeat racing. "The mark…?"

Schuldich laughed strangely, pulling Ken back against him, long strands of orange hair wrapping and trailing possessively across the smaller man's body. He brought his hand away from the newly healed skin and rubbed it across Ken's cheek, the caress surprisingly gentle.

"An empath and a healer. Will wonders never cease." Schuldich laughed hoarsely, the disbelief of the younger man's abilities outweighing the fact of the now cold water running over both men, goosebumps rising across their skin from the cold rain of water surrounding both of the sated men.

Schuldich finally managed to force his body stand upright, maintaining his hold on the man against him, savoring the link between them. Schuldich was whole now, complete. The telepath could feel the beat of the bond flowing through him, the thrum matching his heartbeat. The overall warmth and sense of belonging was almost overwhelming, beyond anything he had ever expected. He'd be damned if he'd ever let this feeling go.

Ken wasn't as lucky as Schuldich strength-wise. Having gone through two climaxes, two procedures of bonding, and the slight dropping of a mental barrier that had held fast for almost ten years of his life, his mind and body completely exhausted, Ken did the only thing he could.

He passed out, the dark edges of unconsciousness eagerly pulling him into the healing darkness.

Ken awoke slowly with a pained groan, finding himself somehow in dry clothes and once again in the middle of his bed, lying on his right side and surrounded by the soft weight of his blankets and the solid bodies surrounding him. His head lay on top of Farfarello's chest, his legs twined with that of the scarred man's. One of the Farfarello's hands absently lying against the back of Ken's nape, the fingers curled carelessly through various strands of brown hair. Schuldich lay pressed up against Ken's back, his head resting over Ken's, the redhead's forehead resting against Farfarello's shoulder. Both of Schuldich's arms were wound around Ken's waist, sandwiching the smaller man between the heat of the two larger bodies. Farfarello and Schuldich were surprisingly still asleep, even with the first touches of sunlight easing through Ken's window. Patches of light trailed blocked patterns across the carpet and forcing the silent shadows away, forcing them to retract until dusk so that they would once again be able to reclaim their posts from previous nights.

Ken grumbled softly, managing to maneuver his body in a way as to not wake up either man sleeping against him, seeking his clock to try to figure out the damn time. The screen read 8:00 a.m.. Ken sighed, realizing he had sleep at least ten hours straight, most of it he had probably needed in order to recover from the bonding procedures and…other things. He flopped back into his previous position with a soft huff of exasperation at the trail of his thoughts, eliciting an annoyed grunt from the chest beneath him. Ken couldn't resist grinning at the man beneath him imitating the sound of a bear being forced from hibernation.

His humor quickly ended when panicked knocking drummed on the opposite of the locked door, small fists beating against the unyielding wood. "Ken-kun!" Omi called out, his strained voice easily jolting Ken from whatever lingering sleep remained.

Ken unconsciously reached out with his mind, his empathy catching stray thoughts and emotions from the young man outside his door, power resembling invisible phantom-like fingers sifting across the surface of Omi's mind.

Fear…

Horror…

Kami-sama, Yohji…He's…

"Yohji." Ken whispered, suddenly fearing for his companion, Omi's fear leaking into his own senses, his own fear and panic rising from not being able to filter Omi's thoughts and emotions from his own. His heartbeat started to increase as well as his breathing, the risk of hyperventilating suddenly threatening to overwhelm him. A slim hand grasped his shoulder from behind, Schuldich's presence in his mind quickly separating Ken's thoughts from the youngest member of Weiss. Farfarello's eyes blinked open as one, his scarred right hand seeking out the eye-patch from the night before. Both men had woken up at the same time, both sensing the use of Ken's empathy through their interlocked bond.

"What's wrong, Omi?" Ken demanded, his breathing evening out, silently offering his gratitude for Schuldich's assistance by resting his hand over that of the telepath's.

"It's Yohji! He needs our help right now!" Omi cried, his frantic knocking having seized several seconds earlier. Ken sat up with a shot, almost connecting the top of his head with Schuldich's chin. Farfarello was more fortunate, managing to move outside of the range of his flailing limbs.

"What happened?" Ken asked, frantically scrambling from the bed and reaching for fresh clothes, distantly hearing the other two men doing the same behind him, Schuldich silently reaching out with his mind to converse with the other two members of Schwarz.

"Yohji's powers awakened while he was at a club!" Omi answered, his voice trailing off into pained whimper. "There's been casualties."

A block of ice settled in Ken's stomach, his heart seeming to seize within his chest. Even without his empathy he knew that whatever had happened during Yohji's awakening, there would be simply more than casualties as payment for the sudden awakening of Yohji's power.

And, gods help Ken, but he knew he played a part in that. When he had touched Yohji during his own awakening, he had unknowingly set Yohji down a similar path without any sort of guidance and warning.

Ken didn't know if he'd ever be capable of forgiving himself for that.

Chaosdreamer: Finally, done! My first ever Lime(Lemon, eh…)

Thank you to the review I received for 'Light Meets Darkness'! I know that at least one person loves me! *Sniffles dramatically* Am I so hard to love?

Ken: *Sooths whining author, offering her a tissue* It's okay, it's okay.

Omi: You did get a lot of readers, though.

Chaosdreamer: *Perks up* That's right! I never expected to get almost 200 hits! And that's only with two chapters! I was afraid I'd suck hard at this fic.

Aya: Wonders never cease.

Chaosdreamer: *Stills and cranes head over shoulder to look at Aya* You're so cruel. Just for that I should melt down your katana and make it into a thermos.

Aya: You wouldn't dare!

Farfarello: *Laughs* We make God cry more!

Nagi: How are the pairings come for this fic?
Chaosdreamer: Surprisingly well. I have all pairings set, I'm just having problems figuring out a way to ease 'Grumpy pants' into the beginning part of the relationship with his own guy.

Aya: Grumpy pants…

Yohji: * Whispers* I think she means you.

Aya: *Rolls eyes* Really…

Chaosdreamer: If any reader REALLY wants to know what pairings I have planned other then the obvious Farfarello/Schuldich/Ken, just ask me. But don't be surprised if I ask for your opinion on the pairing I'm having problems with.

Crawford: What's the problem?

Chaosdreamer: I know that the pairing will be interesting and probably go well, I'm just having a hard time in figuring out how to introduce it. *Strikes sudden pose* I'll just tie Aya up and lock him in the same room with the guy he's with! I'll keep them there until I figure something out!

Aya: You've lost it.

Chaosdreamer: *Blinks with feigned innocence* I never had 'it' to begin with.