Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ Fragile Minds, Heavy Hearts ( Chapter 6 )

Light Meets Darkness

Fragile Minds, Heavy Hearts

Disclaimer: A little more yaoi then before, due to the amount of requests I received. ^_^

Citrusy flavor! You have been warned!

Chaosdreamer: GAH! I had one reviewer whimper at the thought of me not writing for over two weeks. I even had one threaten to give my puppy dog eyes. *hisses, limply flinging hands towards the vision* Can not stand the eyes!

Yohji: Oh come on!

Chaosdreamer: Thanks again to all reviewers! *throws rose petals in the air, spinning around in circles until she becomes dizzy*

Aya: *Threatens with broom* You're making a mess!

Chaosdreamer: *inu ears fold down* I had a reviewer explain to me that the true German spelling for Schuldich is Schuldig, actually. *bows to reviewer* I apologize. I see it written in more then one variety. It's sad, but I'm part German and I lived in German for seven years, I should know this. But my parents brought me back to the United States, no one spoke any German to me, so…I forgot the language. I won't change the name just yet, I'll probably wait until this fic is done and edit it over. *whimpers* It's sad, but I don't even know the complete German numbers from one to ten. I forgot it all!

Schuldich(Schuldig ^_^ ): Ahg! Traitor! Have pride in your heritage! *bops on head*

Chaosdreamer: Oh, it's on now! *pounces on Schuldich*

"Fucking shit! No way am I paying for the damage to that bastard's home!" Yohji roared, pacing heavily within the mission room, raging his frustration on the few assassins that dared to remain. Nagi and Omi had left to retire early to the room they shared upstairs, courtesy of Omi daring Nagi to a game match on his playstation. Schuldich had moved to the roof an hour ago once they had arrived back at the Koneko, currently setting up shielding around the Koneko so that the telepath would know if any intruders dared to try to enter the flowershop. When asked why the German wished to use the roof instead of the mission room, the man answered 'If I can't see what I'm shielding, then how the hell do I know that I didn't miss something?'

Aya and Crawford occupied the same armchairs from earlier that day, but the animosity was clearly cut down by half, both men appearing less strained around each other. Abyssinian appeared less likely to go for his katana to give the precog 'an extra asshole' as Schuldich had so poetically put it.

Ken and Farfarello claimed the couch, the albino man pulling Ken over his lap so that the smaller man was laying down on his back with Farfarello occupying the space against the armchair, Ken's shoulder pressing up against the hard chest of the pale man. Farfarello rewarded Yohji with a low snarl when the playboy had looked questioningly at their positions, one hand flexing as it ran through the soft strands of Ken's brown hair, the other hand currently gripping a loose fold of Ken's shirt bunched at his side.

Before you ask 'what happened to their earlier clothes,' here is the brief summary. Once Omi and Ken had returned to the Koneko, all other assassins had voted unanimously to veto their outfits for something else. Omi was lucky. The smaller assassin had managed to go up to his room to change his clothes without any assistance from any of the others. Ken wasn't as fortunate. Farfarello had personally 'helped' Ken to remove his shirt courtesy of his thin metal blade, the cold metal moving so fast that it cut the shirt to ribbons without touching Ken's skin by a fraction. However, this did not leave Farfarello free from Ken screaming at him for suddenly deciding to undress him in Weiss's kitchen. Ken had to practically run to his room in order to escape Farfarello's focus on removing his pants, trying to ignore Schuldich's laughter behind him.

So, ten minutes later and with Omi recovered and upstairs with Nagi, and Ken sprawled out over his lover in a clean pair of shirt, pants, and socks, his previous clothes currently occupying space in the garbage can. Everything was relatively peaceful. Relatively.

Ken sighed, tilting his head back slightly to stretch sore muscles in his shoulders. He felt Farfarello's hand moving from tangling within his hair down to massage the sore spot in his shoulders, the larger man's body shifting minutely to press even closer to Ken. Ken wasn't too hesitant to guess that Farfarello's actions were a means of reassurance to him that Ken was nearby and that only a large arsenal and a whole hell of a lot of luck would pull the smaller assassin away from him this time around.

Ken at the moment didn't care about whatever reasoning the man had. His involuntary shivering had stopped almost an hour ago, but he almost experienced panic attacks whenever either of his lovers was not within arm's length. Both men were happy to oblige his silent requests for comfort, but Ken could sense their inner desire for revenge, both of them wanting to return back to Dameon's lair and rip off his head, plus or minus tearing out a few entrails or two.

"Yohji, you did leave marks in the flooring and smashed Dameon into the stone steps." Ken offered, the playboy turning towards the smaller man with a look of mock betrayal.

"Come on! Like I was the only one to do some damage! Hell, Farfarello did an even bigger number on those damn doors! You don't see Dameon harassing him!" Yohji shouted, his face tinted red from his irate speech.

Farfarello snorted at the playboy's assumption. "I merely wished to open the doors. They just happened to break apart. It was not intentional. The use of your powers was meant specifically to cause damage."

Yohji growled, turning his attention to the pale demon. "And I suppose that your abilities don't cause plenty of damage?"

Farfarello grinned. "They're only dangerous if I am annoyed."

Ken couldn't help rolling his eyes at that comment. He had known Farfarello for only a short while, but the taller man had specific types of moods: lucid, pissed, and the occasional sparks of insanity thrown into the mix.

:Out of all the men I could've picked as a lover, I got the demon assassin with a weird eye `thingy' and a occasionally sarcastic telepath who enjoys trying to pounce me on several occasions. Yes, my life is never boring: Ken groaned at that thought, covering his face with his hands. "Just pay the man or he'll probably come here for the actual payment." He groaned, ignoring the indignant sputtering from the still standing Wind Master.

"What about you?!"

"What about me? I'm just the innocent victim." Ken offered smugly, currently enjoying Yohji's resistance to his role in the earlier chaos in Dameon's chambers.

/Looks like he's got no choice but to pay up/ Schuldich offered dryly through the bond.

:How are things going on up there, Schuldich?:

/Come up and see…/

Ken frowned at that request. He wasn't particularly stupid, the empath had sensed the telepath's smugness and raised level of playfulness in the man's silent message. That kind of mixture was a definite sign of the risk Ken had of being pounced by the German if he wasn't too careful.

Farfarello chuckled softly, having heard the telepath's message. With casual ease he pushed Ken to his feet with the one hand resting between Ken's shoulders, the smaller assassin managing not to fall onto his face due to the sudden change in body position. "Go to him, or he'll come down here, audience or not."

Ken frowned at that. "Yes, oh lord and master." He answered drolly.

Farfarello smirked. "You're learning." He quipped.

Ken sighed, catching the slightly amused gazes of the other men in the room.

"Oh, go disassemble your gun, sharpen your katana. Something! Don't you guys have anything better to do?"

"No." The three men answered simultaneously.

:Gods, sarcastic little buggers. Bad enough having Yohji to deal with, now I've got two more:

Ken sighed as he closed the door behind him, running his hands nervously over his long sleeves while walking towards the telepath standing in the center of the roof. The view was spectacular. The sun was slowly drifting towards the horizon, a surprising amount of sunlight breaking through the scattered clouds.

The redheaded telepath stood with his eyes closed, hands lax at his sides. His face was blank and relaxed in concentration, Ken sensing the telepath's powers stretching outward to cover a large area of over five blocks in all directions. Ken shuddered slightly at the warm touch that brushed against his mind, almost feeling as if the telepath had ran his hand across Ken's body.

"You're awfully jumpy." Schuldich's statement was bland, yet the voice behind it was something else entirely.

"It's nothing. I'm just…thinking about things." Ken offered, not telling the truth, but not really lying.

He wasn't lying, actually. For the past several hours his mind had been consumed by Dameon's words. The man…creature….whatever he was…the man had basically said that he was merely a tool meant solely for the desires of others. Ken would be the first to admit that he wasn't invincible or anything like that, but for someone to hint that Ken had no control over his future, or even his own mind and body…

"Stop right there, idiot." Schuldich's voice was now running along the edges of anger, catching the empath's thoughts without an effort.

Ken felt an irrational sense of anger consume him. "Stay out of my head."

"It's hard to stay out of something that you're not even shielding!" Schuldich hissed, his eyes open, body now turned to face Ken.

"It's my mind! Just stay out! I'm not owned by you to do as you please! I'm not…" Ken stopped himself, turning away from the telepath in anger and embarrassment.

:I'm not some toy that you can open up and look at the insides at your own leisure: Ken finished quietly to himself, wrapping his arms around his waist in an effort to comfort the slight nausea within his stomach. Damn it, he was so confused. He knew he was acting slightly immature, but he was a person! He had been described as property! He-

Ken gasped when he was pulled backwards and spun around, his arms pinned to his sides by the irate telepath. Schuldich brought the two of them chest to chest, his grip firm yet not bruising the smaller man's body.

"Don't you fucking dare have doubts of what is between us. Not just as lovers, but as a team." Schuldich growled, forcing his face into Ken's, their breaths mingling from the slight distance between them.

"Let me go, Schuldich!" Ken ordered, struggling against the iron grip. He cried out when the telepath swiped his legs out from underneath him with his own, dropping the smaller man quickly yet carefully onto the stone rooftop. He pinned the slighter wrists against the surface, effectively trapping the smaller man with his own body weight.

Ken whimpered faintly, Schuldich's face warping into that of Dameon's, the leering face looking down upon him in a gaze of sheer triumph.

You're a tool….you bend to the desires of others…

"Stop it!" Ken begged, ineffectively trying to pull his hands up to cover his ears from the onslaught in his mind.

"Ken!" Schuldich demanded, gripping the man's shoulders and giving him a solid shake. Ken was vaguely reminded that he had done the same thing to Yohji not too long ago. Amazing the irony. "You're not property! There is a big difference between submission and surrender!"

"I'm not…I don't want to be…" Ken gasped, unable to form a complete sentence, weakly grasping at the telepath's arms. He tried to figure out if he wanted to jerk away from the telepath or hide his face against the warm material of Schuldich's jacket in order to hide away from his chaotic thoughts.

Schuldich cursed, finally resorting to desperate measures. He lunged forward, smashing his lips against Ken's own, devouring the taste and scent of the man beneath him. Ken cried out weakly against the surprise attack, the telepath using the sudden opening to plunge his tongue into the warm cavern.

After a breathless moment the two men separated, the smaller man's body having gone limp against the onslaught. Ken gasped slightly, quickly drawing in air, his face flushed from the surrounding heat and presence of the man pressed against him.

"You…little fool…" Schuldich gasped, his own breath increased slightly. He dropped his gaze to look directly into Ken's, forcing the two to meet. "What you do with your own mind and body is up to you. You surrender yourself because you wish to, it can not be forced. Submission can be by either agreement or force, usually the latter."

"You're lying…" Ken said half-heartedly, not having the strength to hold up an argument that he somehow sensed that he would eventually not win.

Schuldich's grin was beyond feral. "Really, then." He bent his head and ran the edge of his teeth along the smooth skin of Ken's neck, rewarded with the man's faint cry. "Then tell me to stop."

"Schuldich!" Ken cried out indignantly, trying to wiggle out from underneath the man. The telepath chuckled smoothly at the man's effort, easily holding the smaller man in place as he began to undo the buttons on Ken's long-sleeve shirt. In a matter of seconds nimble fingers unbuttoned and splayed the soft blue shirt outward, the edges bunching along Ken's shoulders and narrow waist.

Schuldich smirked against the warm flesh presented to him, leaning further down to flick the tip of his tongue across the smooth heat of Ken's chest. "Ah, such a delightful bounty laid out before a man." He laughed softly when the smaller man squirmed from the cool dampness upon heated skin. The telepath bent down, fitting his mouth over Ken's right nipple.

"Schul…aHH!" Ken cried out, his body jerking from the warm wetness surrounding the sensitive skin, his nipple pebbling from the extreme sensations. In answer to Ken's cry Schuldich bit down carefully, eliciting another cry from Ken.

Schuldich chuckled. "Better not make too much noise, kitten. We are on the roof, after all."

"You…" Ken sputtered, forced to bite his lip to hold back another sharp cry when Schuldich's hand moved down to cover the crotch of his pants.

"Tell me to stop, Ken. Tell me you don't enjoy this." Schuldich whispered hoarsely, circling the small nub with the rough texture of his tongue, eliciting another shiver from the smaller man. Schuldich's hand massaged the sensitive area within his grasp, observing the almost pained expressions on the man's face from the smooth touch upon his body.

Ken threw his head back, his body defying him by twisting and shuddering from the cool dampness of Schuldich's tongue and the heavy fire beneath his skin. He gulped back a large breath of air when the hand on his groin moved up to pop open the single button on his faded pants, the slim fingers brushing seductively along the bared skin along the edges of his boxers.

:Oh gods…: Ken shook his head in frustration and desperation from the tingling touch across his skin. Schuldich was the master of tormenting Ken to the point of making the empath beg for his touch. "Please…!"

Schuldich wasn't merciful to Ken's plea. Instead he shifted Ken's open shirt down to bunch around his elbows and lower arms, the material trapping Ken's arms at his sides. He laughed quietly at the frustrated sounds coming from the smaller man, enjoying the pleading noises.

The telepath brought his face up level to Ken's, his gaze both amused yet serious. "This is the difference between surrender and submission, Ken. When you surrender, neither person suffers from the decision. Submission is along the same lines; however, there is a fine boundary between the sweeter bliss or harsh brutality of the act." Schuldich wound his fingers through Ken's hair, massaging the sensitive skin, his own strands of hair mingling with Ken's like fire running across earth. He ran his lips tenderly across Ken's, their mouths touching in a surprisingly delicate caress.

"It seems like…I can never hold an argument with you…for long." Ken muttered, sighing in defeat. Well, this type of surrender was one that Ken was hesitant to admit that he suffered from.

Schuldich grinned, his face smug. "As if you could hold up against me. Ah, the better to ravish your body, I say!"

"Hentai!" Ken hissed, ineffectively trying to bop the German on the head.

Ken could practically imagine Schuldich suddenly sprouting fox ears and a tail, the latter part probably wiggling in the man's perverse enjoyment.

:Horny bastard…: Ken thought dryly, allowing his head to fall back against the stone surface. "If I get back pain from all of this, you're sleeping on the couch."

"Aw, but if you get back pain then that would mean I had awesome stamina!"

"Schuldich!"

Schuldich chuckled. "Well, if you're so eager to get back to business…" The telepath moved down to trace a steady line down Ken's torso, tracing and mapping the smooth flesh and lean muscles, taking his leisurely time.

Ken groaned at the confident touch, his body trying to arch upwards yet held down by the fabric trapped around his arms and under his lower back. Whenever he tried to twist away from the grip around his arms he only seemed to tangle himself further. Looks like he wasn't going anywhere for a while.

It took a profound amount of effort on Ken's part to remain silent as Schuldich wedged his shoulders between Ken's thighs, lips and teeth running along the sensitive skin above the line of his boxers. Ken bit his lip against the tickling sensation, his breath ragged from holding back small sharp cries as to not be heard by an unwary passerby on the streets below. Schuldich's touch grew more confident and demanding of responses from the trapped man until…

Schuldich's grinning face suddenly filled his vision. "Well, all for now, kitten!"

:What?!: Ken was pretty sure he said that both in his mind and voice.

Schuldich smirked at the image before him, the smaller man laid out before him like a sacrifice to some ancient god. The man's bunched shirt tempted the eyes with lean shoulders and a narrow waist, all held down by the long-sleeve shirt bunched at his waist. The top part of his pants was unbuttoned, opened only enough to reveal a small line of boxers. Ken's hair was delightfully tousled, his face flush with confusion and heightened pleasure. Schuldich had to force himself not to pounce any further on the man. It was so hard trying to resist against leading the man into some unseen corner and bringing both of them sheer heavenly pleasure. But Ken wasn't ready just yet. Schuldich was afraid to enter him without any form of lubrication. Even with Ken's healing abilities, the telepath didn't want to hurt him.

"This is part of the fun, kitten. I'm going to make you beg for me to be inside of you." Schuldich rose to his feet, smiling down at the cursing figure trying to fix his clothes and hair back into some neatness in order to look presentable when going downstairs. "You've also got Farfie to deal with. If you think I'm a handful, then just wait until he gets a hold of you."

"Gods, the two of you…" Ken muttered.

"Ah, you know you enjoy it, kitten." Ken 'eeped' at the confident touch that suddenly groped his butt.

"Schuldich! Get back here, you pervert!"

"Come on, Farfarello! Cut it out!" Ken ordered, emitting a small cry when he was shoved backwards and onto the bed behind him, his back falling against the soft sheets. He heard the faint click of the door being locked, his one exit now sealed off.

:Always the bathroom, though…: He thought vaguely. Ken sat up in the middle of the bed indignantly, glaring at the pale man standing before him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You didn't have to drag me in here. I'm lucky that none of the others saw us coming in here as we did."

That was true. Ken had somehow managed to lose the laughing telepath running ahead of him, only to run straight into Farfarello and suddenly be dragged upstairs by the silent demon.

Farfarello didn't reply, both eyes focused on the smaller man, the eye-patch having been removed when he had locked the door. He moved towards the bed in a predatory stalking motion, the move seductive yet dangerous. Ken swallowed audibly, scooting a little ways back from the oncoming figure. He cursed when Farfarello fell on top of him, pushing him back into the mattress.

"What is with the two of you guys today? It's like the only thing on both of your minds is to pounce me!" Ken said, his tone clearly annoyed.

Farfarello smirked at his indignation. "It's now time for you to learn to meaning of submission, angel."

Ken shivered at the man's comment, a slight inkling of fear flooding his body. "But I don't…"

"Hush." Farfarello murmured, pressing the tips of his fingers against Ken's lips. "Submission does not have to be painful, angel. When you surrender, you have the ability to decide how far you wish to go. However, with submission-"

Farfarello moved his hand down, gripping the front of Ken's shirt. With extreme ease the demon ripped the front of Ken's shirt off of his body, the material coming off with a sound similar to that of skin being torn away.

Farfarello's laugh rumbled within his chest, beginning to tear the piece of Ken's shirt into long strips of fabric. "With submission, the words 'yes' and 'no' go unheard."

"Farfarello!" Ken barked, bringing his arms up to push against the man's chest, the tattered pieces of his shirt pooling against his side. He cursed when Farfarello merely grabbed his wrists and tied them together with a long strip of fabric, the material unmerciful to Ken's action to separate his bonds. "This is insane! You don't have to prove anything!"

"Yes I do, angel." He cupped Ken's face with one hand, Ken's struggles momentarily forgotten by the light touch. "You seem to forget that I am a demon. Within my kind there is only the leaders or the leaded. There is nothing wrong with being either. However, it must be clearly defined as to which individual is what."

"So you're a leader, and I'm a leaded one…" Ken considered that thought carefully, not as angered by the labeling as he had been earlier. "What does that make Schuldich among the three of us?"

"Ah yes, the Guilty One." Farfarello purred, winding another strip of fabric between his fingers. "He is quite an anomaly. He does not mind being either of the two. However, it has been made clear between himself and I as to who is the leader."

"You didn't hurt him, did you?" Ken asked faintly, suddenly wary of the strip of fabric within Farfarello's grasp, faintly sensing that it had an important role to play relatively soon.

"No, I did not. I merely proved a point."

:Oh that helps a lot: Ken yelped when Farfarello covered his mouth with the strip of fabric, easily holding Ken down as he tied the ends together at the back of the man's head. "MMMmmgh!"

"This, angel, is the point I am making with you. You are unable to say 'yea' or 'nay' during any part of the act. That is both the joy and torture of submission."

:He's serious!: Ken's scream of outrage was muffled to that of a low groan, his body jerking in an effort to pull away from the man's grip. No such luck. With little effort Farfarello kept the smaller man in place, using another strip of cloth to tie Ken's bound wrists to the headboard, each strip of cloth snug yet not able to bruise or rub the man's skin raw.

"Comfy?" Farfarello quipped dryly.

Ken muttered a few choice words behind the gag.

Farfarello chuckled. "Not very nice, angel. Relax and enjoy. You're about the explore a taste of what it is to be with a demon." Farfarello grasped the last pieces of Ken's shirt and ripped that away as well, the tattered pieces falling to their silent demise onto the floor. "Time to commit some sin."

:Damn it, Farfarello! You've made enough of a point already!:

The demon's touch was mostly teeth, the presence of it sharp yet not to the point of breaking skin and spilling blood. Ken's body was wracked with harsh shudders from the torturing touch, his arms pulling against the firm grip of the hold above his head. "mmMGh!!"

"Can't understand you, angel. You'll have to speak louder." Farfarello smiled against Ken's skin, his eyes burning with a sinister light. He bit softly into the skin along Ken's side, his hands gripping the man's hips to keep his body still.

:Shit, it's like he's trying to eat me alive…: Ken surprised shout was muffled when Farfarello flipped him onto his stomach, the bonds around his wrists not tightening yet still keep his arms trapped above him. :Now what is he…?:

Ken squirmed at the feel of the larger man pressing himself along the line of his body, realizing dizzyingly that at some moment Farfarello had removed the blue shirt he had worn early that day. The sensation of flesh against flesh made Ken flush with embarrassment, the memories of the previous night flashing in his mind. :Don't think about it, don't think about it!:

Farfarello nipped at the soft skin along his shoulders, his tongue marking a small trail of coolness along the patch of skin. Ken tilted his head away from the motion, unintentionally baring more skin for the man to explore. He couldn't hold back a small whimper of dismay at the feel of confidant hands running across the lines of his chest, the touch seeming to slowly melt away any argument against the sensual torment upon his bound body. The small sound escalated into a muffled scream when Farfarello thrust his hips against Ken's thighs, the larger man biting down firmly on the back of the trapped man's neck. It was as if Ken's whole body lost control of itself, falling against the bed after one harsh arch, the solid grip of teeth on the back of his neck breaking away any resistance that remained in him.

"My, my, you're quite sensitive, angel." Farfarello purred, smoothing his lips across the marks on Ken's nape courtesy of his sharpened teeth. Ken gasped against the gag when Farfarello jerked his hips against his thighs again, the man's groin flush against the back of his quivering jean-clad legs. For a period of time there was only the sounds of rough movement upon scattered sheets and the labored breathing of the two men, the sunlight spilling in like an unseen observer to spill splashes of light across the floor and bed.

Ken jolted in surprise when Farfarello pulled away suddenly, coming back to wrap a remaining strip of cloth over his eyes, the trapped man not having enough time the process the action to try to consider breaking free. He momentarily forgot that he was pressed flush against the demon, pushing back against the solid form behind him. He was quickly reminded instantly by the shock of pleasure from the simple touch against sensitive skin and the answering thrust from the firm hips and legs behind him.

Farfarello snarled, his desire for the smaller man threatening to tear away any remains of control within his body. Once securing the last piece of cloth he flipped Ken onto his back once again. The demon pressed his lips over the piece of cloth covering Ken's mouth, teasing the blinded man with that small touch.

"Now all you need to do is feel, angel." Farfarello growled against his cheek, his hands moving leisurely over damp skin, lips and teeth following the motion downwards.

Ken groaned in frustration, now immobile, mute, and blinded. Every touch sent a surprised shudder throughout his body, his temple pressed against the sheets beneath him. He shouted in surprise at the sudden touch of hands on his thighs and the ripping noise of patches of jeans being torn away. From the sudden touch of air on now naked skin Ken was able to surmise that the front portion of the thighs of his jeans had been ripped away, plus or minus a few small tears on the other side. He bit deep on the gag, feeling the demon's lips running over the newly presented skin, his legs forced to rest on the man's steady shoulders. A particularly deep growl came from the demon due to his frustration of being unable to reach a certain area of skin underneath the jean fabric. Ken jerked in surprise from another piece of jean material being ripped away from his inner thigh, the heavy heat of the man's breath solid on his skin.

:It's his teeth, it's his fucking teeth he's using to tear the jean fabric!: Ken forced his body still, not wanting any sudden movement to result in the man's teeth burying into his skin. Ken's body quivered involuntarily against the teasing touch of the man's tongue on his inner thigh, the weight and feel of the man beneath his thighs bringing extra redness to his face due his blush, the same thing he had done when Schuldich had copied the same action earlier. Eventually Farfarello's attention moved to unbuttoning Ken's jeans, the smaller man quivering at the sound of the button coming loose and the zipper coming down.

:This is the difference between the two of them: Ken thought distantly, hardly able to ignore the feel of his jeans and boxers being pushed down his thighs. :With Schuldich it's sweet seduction, with Farfarello…it's merciless torture:

When the sudden heat surrounded Ken's shaft his whole body spasmed, the steady hold on his hips the only thing keeping his body on the bed. Farfarello relished within the sweet screams of the bound man, his head bobbing up and down to see what other sounds he could coax out of his bound angel. Ironic, really. A demon wishing to devour an angel's heart, body, and soul. How interesting his human emotions were to describe such an act.

Ken shook his head roughly, not knowing whether to pull away from the moist heat or push against it. The warm press of Farfarello's mouth surrounding his shaft sent flashes of light across his covered eyes and liquid heat through his blood. He continued to whimper and scream against the damp gag, the man's steady touch and constant grip on his hips holding his body in place, his arms straining against the bonds, throwing his head back as if pleading to some unseen force to release him in more ways then one.

He felt the oncoming climax, his body taking over by jerking, as much as it could, against the oncoming sensation. He desperately cried out against the gag, not knowing if he was trying to plead for Farfarello to stop or for the demon to never stop his heated touch.

Farfarello was slowly loosing some semblance of humanity, although Ken obviously couldn't see it. The man's skin glowed as if a white light was burning from within, the scars on his body colored a faint ruby shade. His face blurred minutely, the gold and black of his eyes burning from the raised power and emotions through their bond. Parts of his face smoothed out and revealed scar-less skin before shifting back to the previously marred flesh, the face shifting from an almost bestial quality to his more constant and human one, his teeth white and sharp yet mindful of his position over the bound man beneath him. His hands shifted to slight claws, molding back into pale fingers to avoid piercing the soft flesh held down within his grasp.

The demon in him wanted to consume Ken, devour him, drink of the warmth of his very soul. He wanted to wrap it around him like a blanket and curl within it. He wanted to take Ken for endless hours, to fill that man and press against him as close as men could get, forcing screams of pleasure from his angel.

But that could wait.

When Ken finally reached that delicious peak of release his entire body spasmed as a whole, his body stretched taut from the sweet bliss of falling over that peak. He heard Farfarello's distant purr of satisfaction, the man swallowing the Ken's essence with relative ease. Ken felt the man pulling away from him and heard the sounds of retreating footsteps, the sound of water filling his senses before eventually shutting off. He yelped from the sudden cold around his groin and hips, the washcloth cleaning away any remaining signs of his release. After cleaning the tied man up Farfarello removed the sad remains of the man's jeans, leaving the boxers on for the smaller man's own comfort. His face and body finally shifted back to its more human semblance. He would eventually reveal his true face to his angel, but only when it was truly time. After all, he and Schuldich had much area to cover in order to assure their skittish lover of the true bliss of having two lovers, especially lovers who were not human.

With a smooth and delicate touch Farfarello carefully removed all of the bonds, pleased to see no marks upon Ken's skin. He pulled the gag off last, grinning down at Ken's dazed and flushed face. He pressed his mouth to the empath's, smoothing his tongue into the welcoming heat past Ken's lips. Ken shivered at the taste of sex mingled with Farfarello's own unique taste, the combination heady to his senses. After a moment Farfarello pulled away, making himself comfortable by resting his head against Ken's chest, listening to the steady thrum of his angel's heart as he wound his arms around the smaller man's chest.

Ken lazily ran a hand through Farfarello's short white hair, rewarded by a pleased purr from the calm man, the arms around his body tightening slightly. Every time he had such interactions with either the demon or telepath, he slowly felt all of his reservations towards their relationship melt away. He wasn't sorry for it.

:Well, I already knew I was going to hell anyway for being a murderer: Ken couldn't help but smirk at the stray thought. :But if this is what hell is like, then I don't think I'll suffer too much:

A sudden banging on the locked door tore Ken out of his silent thoughts. "Hey, hey! You started without me! You're both so cruel to an innocent German such as me!" Schuldich whined from outside the barred door.

Ken groaned at that, not too sure if he was willing or able to get up since his body was so relaxed, not to mention the added weight of the demon on top of him. :Then again, there might be some given aggravations now and then:

/I heard that!/

Omi lay on his stomach on the bed, his face buried against the pillow. He was grateful for Nagi's presence but silently knew that the telekinetic had questions as to how he was doing.

"Omi, there was nothing you could have done to fight back." Nagi offered softly, not to sure if it was his place to offer comfort to the silent figure lying next to his perch on the side of the bed.

"I could have done something more…" Omi's voice was slightly muffled against the pillow but Nagi heard the soft tone clearly.

"And done what? Risked them harming either of you further? Be thankful that it did not progress further then it did."

Omi sighed in frustration. "That's easy for you to say, Nagi. You have complete control over your abilities, you could have done something."

"That's not completely true, Omi."

"W…what?" Omi asked.

"I may be powerful for a telekinetic, but I do have my weaknesses. I can only hold out for so long when using my powers. In time that small problem may dwindle away, but I have pushed myself too hard several times in the past. I do know how you feel, Omi," With a brave move on his part Nagi rested his hand on the back of Omi's head, the soft hair of the Tamer's head carelessly curling around his slim fingers. "I'm like you, Omi. I'm like Ken as well. We are all fighters, but we do not object as to being led by another figure. It just comes natural to us. I learned that myself when Crawford brought me into Schwarz. I didn't realize that he was being kind in his own way by doing so. Esset and Rosenkreuz were planning to introduce me to my role in a much...unfriendly way."

"It just…hurts that I couldn't protect someone that I care about. It feels like I failed somehow, even though I know rationally that I didn't." Omi croaked painfully, fighting back slight tears of frustration. Omi rolled over onto his back, looking up at the steady gaze of the younger man seated next to him, Nagi's hand remaining resting against the back of his head. "I feel as if I lost something today." He confided softly, not knowing any other way to say it.

Nagi surprised himself yet again. He leaned down towards Omi, watching the older boy's widening gaze when he pulled Omi forward and pressed his lips to the Tamer's, the soft touch shy and wary. After a brief silent moment he pulled away, his face as red as Omi's.

"You…you have me, Omi." Nagi whispered, one of the few times in his life unafraid to voice his emotions.

Omi offered a small watery smile, happy to know that he had gained a level of friendship with the telekinetic. That was something he would hold onto dearly.

Looks like he hadn't lost anything at all.

Yohji cursed softly in his head, smashing the remaining stub of his cigarette against the ashtray near his bed. He flopped back to fold his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a slight pout.

Why the hell was he to blame for all that crap? What should he have done, run on back home? Dameon should feel lucky that there hadn't been more damage, possibly to that thick skull of his!

"Probably would've just grinned at that too, the smug bastard." Yohji muttered in disgust. Truthfully, the man scared him in a way only Schwarz and Esset had done in the past. What was worse with Dameon was that there seemed to be much more lurking within the man then Yohji could possibly comprehend even with his PI experience. That kind of sensation was uneasy to swallow for him.

With a low curse Yohji jerked himself to his feet, stalking over to the window and throwing it open, relishing the cool breeze against his skin, the upcoming night slowly drawing closer. Looked like a full moon, not a cloud in the sky. Going to be a nice night…

Yohji's inner musing was interrupted by a hand reaching into the room through the window to grasp his shoulder, a familiar grinning face coming level to his. He choked in shock at the touch and the face, his mind screaming in denial.

"Hello, little Wind Master. I've come to play." Dameon grinned at the man's shocked expression, his silver eyes glowing within the small remains of light behind his head.

A sudden hysterical scream tore through the comfortable silence within the Koneko, followed by a startled yelp of pain.

Chaosdreamer: Wa ha ha ha! I shamelessly leave this at a cliffhanger! This is the

payment for me finishing this early!

Cast: Hidoi!

Chaosdreamer: *random fan pops out of the air, desperately fanning face* Wow, another

yaoi scene for me! I was brave in doing those scenes. I didn't want them to

complete the acts and move into sex so early in the story. I also wanted to

introduce the other cast more fully.

Schuldich: Yea! Bondage! *Chases after Ken with acquired rope*

Chaosdreamer: Play nice, I have work to do!