Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ The Heart's Desire ( Chapter 10 )

Light Meets Darkness

The Heart's Desire

Warning: There's actual sex in this chapter, but not within the main pairing! This means: Yaoi! Yaoi yaoi yaoi yaoi yaoi!

Aya: Whaps author over the head. We get it!

Chaosdreamer: Meanie!

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Ken burrowed his head into the pillow, nestling into the surrounding warmth of the sheets and two bodies around him. He heard a faint indistinguishable murmur from his bed partner in front of him, an arm encircling his shoulders, the fingers of that same arm latching onto the other occupant's bare shoulder behind Ken.

Barely managing to hold back a grin Ken glanced up to look into the sleeping face of Farfarello, the man's face surprisingly calm and serene during his deep slumber. Ken lifted his head away from the man's pale chest, hesitantly running his fingertips along the demon's closed eyelids, sensing the answering pulse of power behind the one left eye. His hand traced along a smooth scar across Farfarello's cheek, eliciting a faint grumble from the tickling touch.

Faint movement behind the brunet interrupted his silent venturing, a lanky form pressing further along his back, long fire-red hair falling across his shoulders and chest to mingle with his own long brown strands. Ken wiggled from the tickling strands sliding across his bare chest, his own hair not helping by adding to the teasing sensation. A sinewy arm wrapped around his waist, holding the empath firmly against the telepath's front.

Ken rolled his eyes, knowing that between the two men he'd never get out of the bed without waking at least one of them. Looking up the empath was not surprised to see gold eyes staring down into his, the stare faintly amused even with the foreboding power emanating from the demon's black and gold left eye. Ken grinned slightly at the drowsy expression on Farfarello's face, bringing his hand up and brushing it through the short white strands of the demon's hair. Farfarello purred softly at the delicate touch, butting his cheek against the soft hand running softly through his hair and running his lips across the steady pulse of Ken's wrist.

Ken chuckled. "I should have just rubbed your head instead of fighting you when Schwarz and Weiss were opposing assassin groups. Would have saved me a few bumps and bruises."

A snort sounded from the telepath behind him, the redhead sitting up slightly while carefully separating his long hair from Ken's. "I'd like to have seen how well that would have gone. Bradley would have had a fit if Farfarello started purring like a large cat while having his head rubbed."

Ken smirked at the mental image of Crawford's horror at possibly seeing the Berserker of Weiss brought down by a good head rub. Speaking of the Berserker…Ken glanced up at Farfarello questioningly, "Do you need any blood? You haven't drank in almost a week."

Ken had learned during the month's time since he had escaped from Geist how Farfarello had first administered his dominance over Schuldich while Schwarz was originally separated from Weiss. Apparently if demons did not have a common source of blood or frequent battles, then their demon blood would go unquenched, becoming more 'irritable', to put it lightly. Their 'need' had to be satisfied by another source if either blood, fighting, or sex. Ken had instantly vetoed the whole fighting and sex bit, the latter to be discussed later on. Ken knew that he wasn't the brightest crayon in the bunch, but the odds of him coming out intact in a fight with Farfarello were almost nil. That and Farfarello having a tendency to get…excited…while fighting, which usually led to a good pouncing of Ken, added in that Schuldich would get miffed for not being included in the whole pouncing bit, which ended up in a whole bunch of 'fun' for Ken. So demanding his life was.

Back to Farfarello's dominance over Schuldich. Supposedly during a period of time when Crawford and Nagi had left to meet with a new employer, Schuldich had been left with a bound and locked away Farfarello to watch over. The team had noticed Farfarello's surprisingly increased…irritability, and didn't wish for the Berserker to act upon his frustrations on a paying employer. At that time no one within Schwarz knew about Farfarello's little dilemma with his demonic blood, which resulted in what happened while Schuldich was left alone with the demon.

Imagine Schuldich's shock and horror when Farfarello tore through the steel door without nary a pause in movement, the demon's bindings torn off of his body like wasted streamers of paper. Farfarello had then pounced on the stunned telepath, overriding the man's desperate attempt to throw him off physically and telepathically. Farfarello had drawn blood from the telepath, biting down on the stunned man's throat, riding the man to the ground unable to fight against the raw strength that was entirely Farfarello.

Once regaining consciousness Schuldich had been understandably pissed at the Berserker, but once sifting through the reluctant demon's mind and learning the seriousness of Farfarello's situation, the telepath became tolerant to the demon's mood swings. Schuldich had to do some fancy footwork getting around Crawford's precog powers while working around the man's schedule in order to relieve Farfarello's stress with needed blood if there was no fighting taking place. To Ken's knowledge there had been no actual sexual intercourse between the two men due to their shared level of dominance, even with Farfarello technically being the stronger one. They both hadn't had time to work out anything of that nature, at least until Ken had come along.

In answer to Ken's question Farfarello tugged the unresisting man on top of him, curling a scarred arm around the man's waist and placing his other hand on the back of Ken's head to hold him steady. Ken relaxed his body, gripping the demon's shoulders and baring the left side of his neck to Farfarello's explorations. Farfarello positioned his mouth over the spot where Ken's neck met his shoulder, the demon giving a silent warning by running his lips over the determined spot before biting down, his elongated teeth piercing through warm flesh with a wet meaty sound.

Ken gasped, still not use to the initial bite, his hands gripping Farfarello's broad shoulders to steady himself, the hand on the back of his head keeping his body in place so that no unnecessary damage would be inflicted if Ken moved too suddenly. Farfarello began to swallow evenly, the blood a metallic liquid fire traveling down his throat. He forced one leg between Ken's thighs, rubbing his strong thigh against the man's groin, a small choked cry coming from the trapped man's mouth. Ken gasped steadily, Farfarello continuing to rock him against the steady firmness of his thigh, distracting the empath from the small discomfort around his neck. To further torment the empath Farfarello sent small spikes of power through their bond, making Ken's nerves tingle across his body, his empathy reacting to the demon's mental touch and increasing the overall sensations by at least double. The empath wrapped his arms tightly around the pale demon, pressing a firm kiss to his pale neck as his body was rocked steadily, muffling slight mewls of pleasure and pleas at Farfarello's merciless touch and mental caresses, the sensations making Ken's body tingle and writhe in blissful agony.

Farfarello finally pulled away, a small drawn out whimper of need spilling from Ken's mouth. Farfarello's lips came back damp from the sweet taste of the younger man, bright scarlet against the paleness of his skin. He flicked his tongue along his lips, moving to clean away the small trails of blood on Ken's neck, watching as the empath's healing abilities began to slowly knit the skin closed and begin to replace the small blood loss. He pulled the man's flushed face to his, tongue tangling with that of the empath's, sharing the taste of the man's blood. Ken threaded his arms around Farfarello's neck, quivering as the demon's hands traveled low to grip his rear and grind his body up against Farfarello's. The demon growled softly when he felt Ken hesitantly touch Farfarello's tongue with his own, a big step for the empath due to his easy embarrassment and shyness when sharing physical pleasure with either of his lovers. It didn't help that that bastard Geist had tried to rape him not too long ago. Ken had recovered remarkably well, but both Farfarello and Schuldich were careful not to startle Ken whenever they initiated anything sexually. They were slow and careful, taking each movement with care, even with Ken not minding one of them taking the initiative.

Just the thought of Geist made Farfarello's vision turn red with a deep fury, pulling away with a harsh sigh, rubbing his cheek along Ken's to soothe the empath's worry at sensing the demon's sudden aggression. With an effort the demon pulled away, not wanting his anger to cloud his mind and possibly affect Ken's empathy.

"Farfarello?" Ken asked hesitantly, his face confused even with his empathy. Schuldich shifted behind the smaller man, one arm threading around the empath's waist, his mouth pressing against the back of the man's bare shoulder while also soothing the man's worries with a small caress of his telepathy.

Farfarello sighed, knowing he could never lie to the smaller man, especially when those soft velvet eyes looked upon him with such confusion. "I have something on my mind. Do not worry, angel, I am not angry at you." He dropped a light kiss on the man's lips as he rose from the bed, gathering his shirt from the floor, remembering to also pick up his eye-patch from the nightstand.

"You sure?" Ken asked timidly, wanting to make sure he hadn't somehow inadvertently angered his pale lover.

Farfarello nodded, smiling slightly to appease his lover's worries. "I need to vent something that is on my mind. If I don't," Farfarello couldn't hold back a leer that forced a startled 'eep' from the long-haired brunet, "You might find yourself unable to hold off my advances."

"Oh don't worry," Schuldich answered, pulling Ken back into the bed with him, situating himself on top of the flushed empath. "I can take care of that for you, no problem at all."

Farfarello smirked, deciding to leave the two men before he was unable to hold back. There was always another time, one where anger and rage did not cloud his better judgement. He moved out of the soundproofed room, the door locking shut behind him as he ventured down to the gym room several stories below.

To explain the new gym room, it was best to explain the whole new house. When Kritiker had found out about Ken's sudden reappearance, Manx and Birman had immediately relocated both Weiss and Schwarz to a new facility, a five story building, six if you included the basement below street level, completed with blood wards that surrounded the very foundation and rooms of the building. The blood wards were a gift from some unknown individuals repaying a debt to Kritiker, strong entities of power pouring blood and wards of protection into the very cement, glass, and steel to hold off any attack, supposedly even Geist. The large building was better described as a mansion, situated away from the larger cities, surrounded by a forest of trees, upon almost fifty acres of land. The place was also the pride of technology, its security system unrivalled by any company making safety software, from the individual soundproof rooms down to the titanium alloy screens that surrounded the building if the security perimeter was ever breached.

The floors of the mansion were divided into separate living spaces. The top floor was where Crawford and Aya lived, the precog having moved in to help with Aya's shadow abilities since the redhead still had problems maintaining them without straining himself. Ken didn't have to have Schuldich's telepathy to sense that the two men shared not only the same living quarters, but also the same bed.

The floor below that was all Yohji's, the playboy unfortunately having to share it with Dameon whenever the man decided to grace them with his presence. Yohji usually vacated the building, if he had a chance, when he heard that Dameon was coming. Nine times out of ten the playboy was somehow intercepted by the man, physically forced back into the building nearly kicking and screaming by their visitor. Dameon seemed to get perverse joy out of torturing the blond Wind Master, something he did quite well and quite easily.

Ken, Schuldich, and Farfarello shared the floor below Yohji's. There had been a unanimous vote from Kritiker and both assassin teams to keep the three men as close as possible. This ensured Ken's abilities would continue to develop just fine, and that if Geist ever found a way to get to Ken, he would have to deal with the man's two lovers first.

Omi's and Nagi's living quarters were above the first floor which held the living room, meeting room, and kitchen whenever a large number of assassins were able to eat any meals together if not distracted by other tasks in their life.

During the time that Ken had been away, Dameon had helped Omi with learning how to control his powers, even providing the young assassin with two shapeshifter guards.

The creatures were large wolves with large tufts of hair around their shoulders and chest, one shapeshifter a rust red, the other a dark brown. The shoulders of both guards reached past Ken's waist, each creature sharing a long muzzle, gold eyes, and a mouthful of sharp canines. The guards got along with everyone surprisingly well, shocking them all when one even licked Omi's stunned face in greeting. The shapeshifters didn't hold back their attention on any of the other assassins. However, the two were somewhat leery of Aya and Crawford, sometimes circling around Ken whenever Farfarello was close by. The two shapeshifters had a blast tormenting both Schuldich and Yohji, whether by managing a light nip on the playboy's rear or somehow tripping the telepath as he stumbled down the stairs in the morning.

Schuldich poked Ken playfully in the side, catching Ken's rambling thoughts about their new home and his companions. Ken scowled at the man, batting the pesky hand away. He barely hid a groan when Schuldich pouted, the man trying to look like a kicked puppy and coming across with that look extremely well. The empath wrapped his arms around the telepath's neck, his chest coming up firm against the other man's. Schuldich captured Ken's mouth beneath his, one hand carefully gripping long brunet strands and tugging the man's head back for a different angle of access into the empath's mouth. Ken shuddered at the questing hand reaching down to skim beneath the edge of his sweatpants, a confident hand sifting past his boxers to grip his shaft. Ken pulled his mouth away, crying out softly against the firm steady touch between his legs. His cry heightened when Schuldich pushed his legs further apart, bringing their bodies closer together.

"You always…want to make me beg." Ken whimpered, crushing his lips against Schuldich's, the man's touch bringing his body further to life as Schuldich confidently brought upon breathy cries and soft mewls of pleasure, the man playing Ken's body as if it were a fine instrument.

Schuldich smirked at that breathy comment, pressing his face alongside Ken's as he brought his hand away and pulled his hips up to meet Ken's, their bodies instinctively moving together in a slow dance of heat and pleasure. His body on top of Ken's, the smaller form writhing beneath him, his arms holding that lithe body was slowly driving the telepath insane. "I did say I would make you beg for my touch."

"So conceited." Ken said softly, any other words cut off when Schuldich quickened the roll of his hips, heat and electricity building between their bodies even as strands of green and blue-silver wound themselves around one another as intimately as the two lovers, further enhancing the bond between them.

"Expect…no less…from me…" Schuldich groaned softly, clutching the shaking form against his as they came together as one, the small moment of bliss binding them together once again.

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Crawford was slowly pulled from his sleep by the soft whimper at his side. Blinking away the last residuals of sleep the precog pushed himself up, already half-anticipating what he was now witnessing.

Aya was covered with a light sheen of sweet, his forehead crinkled in silent agony, head jerking slightly as his body twisted within the pale sheets wrapped around his pale form, baring the smooth marble flesh down to his bunched black sweatpants. Crawford carefully moved against the Shadow Maker, pushing aside damp strands of red hair from the man's damp forehead. "Aya…calm down. Focus, you have to focus. It's just a nightmare."

Aya's body spasmed suddenly, his ribs pressed taut against his skin as his body jerked upwards. His eyes snapped open, amethyst eyes glazed over, caught within the vividness of his nightmare. Or, more correctly termed, a night terror.

Crawford scowled, knowing that comforting an individual during a night terror was highly unlikely to benefit either party. The sleeper is caught between sleep and awareness; they are unable to recognize friend or foe as a separate person. It wasn't uncommon for the sleeper to retaliate physically.

Crawford cursed as he saw the shadows along the room's individual corners slowly warp and twist, the darkness forming vague shapes and figures, the shadows morphing into dark hands that reached out towards the Shadow Maker. Without any other options Crawford rolled his body on top of the slighter man, forcing the amethyst eyes to meet his own. Pale hands gripped his arms as if he were a lifeline, the redhead burying his face against the precog's chest. Crawford pressed Aya between his body and the bed, effectively shielding the shaking man from whatever danger he was witnessing that was beyond Crawford's ability to see.

With soothing words and careful touches Aya slowly came back to the world of the living, his eyes focusing and concentrating on the man above him. His grip, however, on tightened around the precog as he tried to steady his erratic breathing. "So real…" He groaned softly in dismay. Sensing the Shadow Maker slowing calming down the shadows sank back into the walls, molding back into their previous positions until they were once again called for.

Crawford held the shaking man against him, brushing long ear-tails away from his temples. "Was it a nightmare?"

"No." Aya answered softly, head falling back against the pillow as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't covered in blood and surrounded by pieces of what had once been his home as a child. "It was a memory…"

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Yohji's wake up call was just as pleasant, according to his own personal opinion.

"What the- Get the hell out of my bed, you asshole!"

Crashes and random objects breaking in the room, unheard through the soundproof room.

Dameon laughed wildly, the bed separating him and the furious Wind Master, dressed in casual black pants and a sleeveless white shirt. Yohji growled angrily, his hair tousled, wrapping the bed sheet around his nude form. "Get the hell out, you pervert, before I shred you to pieces!"

Dameon pouted. "You spoil my fun." He leered at the Wind Master. "I would have thought you would have learned by now that your powers have no effect on me."

"We'll see!" Yohji cursed, a large blast of air slamming into the man, scattering various items around the tall man. Yohji gaped silently as his powers merely ruffled Dameon's long hair, the man looking faintly amused, silver eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Silly man," Dameon purred, moving to the side to follow Yohji's motions to slowly back away, "you forget that I am a Dragon. We are Masters of the Wind and the Air."

"That doesn't prove anythi-Eeek!" Yohji yelped as Dameon pounced on him, both bodies becoming tangled within the sheet as both men collapsed onto the carpet. Luckily the sheet remained wrapped around his waist, but still presented enough skin for Dameon's exploitation. Yohji gasped for air as Dameon began to tickle him mercilessly, unable to fight against the man's superior strength.

"Stop…please! No more! Uncle! I give!" Yohji cursed, realizing his mistake too late.

"Really?" Dameon drawled, darting forward and molding his body against Yohji's front, the sheet the only minor obstacle separating them. "I do love it when you surrender."

More angry curses and the occasional crashes of objects being aimed at Dameon's head swallowed anything further up.

Another wonderfully average morning when Dameon decided to come over.

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"Morning Ken-kun!" Omi greeted the empath cheerfully from his seat at the kitchen table, fully dressed in his everyday shorts and long shirt. Nagi smiled as well at the empath, stirring the remains of his cereal within his bowl, the telekinetic's attire more dressy than the Tamer since he had yet to forgo his gray uniform. Ken grinned at both of them, shifting his loose red shirt and black cargo pants into some semblance of decency, not to mention pulling his hair back in a ponytail so that the stray wisps of hair wouldn't irritate him. Ken moved to his side to allow the brown shapeshifter guard known as Loki past him, the creature a large stealthy mass of muscles, fur, and teeth. Loki licked Ken's hand in greeting as he passed by, trotting over to sit down and curl himself around Omi's chair.

"Where's Lycan?" Nagi inquired, having missed the appearance of the other red shapeshifter.

Ken rolled his eyes. "Last I saw Schuldich was chasing after him for taking a good bite out of his jacket. I believe his exact words were 'Damn mongrel, I'll scramble your brains for drooling on my jacket!'."

Omi giggled, rubbing his hand on top of Loki's head. Loki tilted his hand into the Tamer's touch so that the young assassin would scratch behind one large ear. "Something about Schuldich and Yohji really encourages the two to torment them endlessly."

"I think Dameon was the one that really encouraged them, truthfully." Nagi added.

Omi sighed, shaking his head at the unusual antics of the said individual they were discussing. "I wouldn't be too surprised by that."

Ken turned slightly, sensing the two men before they arrived at the door. "Aya, Crawford." He greeted. Aya was clothed in a clean pair of jeans and a sleeveless black shirt, Crawford dressed with another one of his crème suits. Crawford nodded his head at all of them in greeting, heading for the coffee maker with silent vengeance. Obviously he was not a morning person. A Crawford without coffee was a dangerous thing to encounter. Aya dropped into an available chair, rubbing his temples carefully.

Crawford intercepted Ken's question. "We'll be needing you to help with Aya sometime today, Ken." The Oracle had eventually began to call them by their first name, a vast improvement from how he had merely offered the assassins a silent contemptuous stare when they had hinted that he could call them by their first names.

:Another nightmare?: Ken thought to himself. The empath nodded in agreement, even though Crawford's back was turned to him. A minute later Lycan came spilling into the room, dashing towards Ken and hiding behind the man's chair, his large form as noticeable as an elephant trying to hide behind a single blade of grass. Ken shook his head while allowing the guard to use him as a barrier, already anticipating the scene to come. Schuldich was not too far behind Lycan, dead focused on the shapeshifter as he spilled into the kitchen. "You furball…" He hissed.

Lycan yapped at the telepath, his own form of sticking his tongue out at the man. Lycan shamelessly used Ken as a shield, knowing that the empath was a lover of animals of any kind and had protected his hide from the wrath of both of his lovers on several occasions. While Loki also tormented the telepath and Wind Master, Loki had a tendency not to wait around for either man to realize he was the culprit. Lycan hadn't yet grasped the concept that stealth was better than a headlong assault.

"Schuldich, you only encourage him once you start chasing him." Ken warned tiredly, having gone through this several times.

"I won't have to chase him again, I'm turning that mutt into a rug!"

"Schuldich!" Ken shouted.

"No!" Omi cried out. Ken was pretty sure he saw Loki roll his wolf eyes.

Crawford snorted. "You'd probably lose a piece of your own hide if you tried that."

"Why I oughta…"

The loud argument continued until something surprising happened that the assassins had never heard before. Lycan and Loki both began to snarl furiously, the hairs along their shoulders and backs rising up, both guards rising to their feet.

"Lycan…Loki…" Omi said softly. The Tamer gasped quietly, jumping to his feet, having sensed what was wrong through both shapeshifter guards, his power shifting into the two shapeshifters, looking through their eyes and listening with their ears.

"What is it?!" Aya demanded.

"Intruder!" Omi answered.

At that moment the alarms sounded, a whooping siren ringing through each separate rooms, hallways, stairs, and elevators. The men heard the groan of the shielding beginning to fall into place around the building, one wall within the kitchen opening up and revealing a large screen that outlined the perimeter around the house, several red dots highlighted across the screen. Green dots showed where the shielding was coming down into place, the array of dots spreading out amazingly fast across the blue and black screen. Loki and Lycan began to howl over the persistent screams of the alarms, the mournful sound calling to their leader, Dameon.

"Damn it!" Schuldich cursed, running from the room towards the main living room, sensing all others in the house following him, "He's on the lawn!"

"Loki, Lycan!" Dameon roared, spilling out from the elevator, humor lost from his expression, silver eyes glowing as his hair fanned out around him from his raised power. "Guard and Hold!" The shapeshifters moved at Dameon's command to the head of the group of assassins, just behind Dameon's tall form. Farfarello and Yohji came running out from separate doors, the demon's weapons already out, his longer blade within his left hand, the shorter version in his right. Crawford had his own gun bared, standing alongside Aya, the barrel of the gun already loaded and ready to be fired. Omi patting his pockets to make sure his darts were indeed there while Nagi came up beside him, the telekinetic's powers breathing into the room around the assassins. Ken found himself between his two lovers, Farfarello placing himself between both telepath and empath and the door, silently urging his other two lovers to remain where they were.

They waited in dead silence save for the occasional growls from the two shapeshifter guards. A soft hiss from Dameon silenced the two guards instantaneously.

All assassins jumped at the loud knock around the area of the main door, the sound slightly muffled from the hand forced to bang on the titanium alloy shields.

"Pardon my intrusion," A voice called out from outside the mansion, "but I need to speak with Hidaka Ken."

Dameon reacted swiftly, hitting the button next to the main door that deactivated and raised the shields around the house. Ignoring the alarmed and furious cries of the assassins behind him the man flung open the door, reached out, and jerked the startled person inside. Without further ado Dameon tossed the man on the ground, the shapeshifter guards surrounding the intruder as Dameon closed and locked the door behind the startled man.

"Really, that was very rude." The man muttered, dusting off his long gray trench-coat, flicking his gray braid behind his back while ignoring the two circling shapeshifters around him.

"State your name and reason for being here." Dameon ordered gruffly, kneeing the two guards out of his way and coming to stand behind the seated man.

The man pulled himself to his feet, only coming up a little to Dameon's shoulders. He looked back at the long-haired man, down at the two guards, and then at the rest of the assassins. He offered a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know that the place would react in such a way when I walked through the gate. Allow me to introduce myself," Familiar blue eyes looked up, and Ken drew in a startled breath at seeing the man who had once been his psychiatrist as a child. The man smiled calmly at Ken's expression, "My name is Matsumo Hidaka, temporary psychiatrist to Hidaka Ken, my great-grandson, and the hacker who provided Schwarz with the information of Weiss. It is a pleasure to meet you all."

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"Wwwiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnttttttttttttteeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!! !!!" Feuer singsonged as he ran down various hallways, knowing that he had the capability to irritate his companion out of hiding. "Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter, Wint-ACK!!!!" He yelped as a pale hand shot through an open doorway and grasped the front of his shirt, the long arm jerking him into the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

"Hah! Found you! Only took fifteen times repeating your name!" Feuer grinned up at the frustrated man, even in the dangerous position he was in backed up against the wall, his face only coming just equal to the man's throat.

"You were born upon this world to irritate me." Winter growled furiously, his blue eyes blazing tremendously. He brought his taller form full up against the smaller man. Feuer merely grinned up at the taller man, something that somehow only infuriated the ice demon further. "What do you want?"

Feuer pouted, bottom lip quivering as he glanced past slightly wavy strawberry-blond hair with his soft caramel eyes. "Can't I just want to spend time with you?"

Winter glared down at the fire demon, trying to resist the man's pouting. With a frustrated sigh the Master of Crystal Ice rolled his eyes. Feuer perked up at that sign of surrender from the taller man, bouncing up only to fall back against the wall seeing as to how close the men were to one another. Feuer gulped slightly when he saw the telltale fire burning within those blue eyes above him, realizing that he was definitely in trouble.

"Um…what I meant by spending time with one another…was…just talking…" The smaller man yelped when Winter grasped him by his hips and lifted him up and into the air, trapping him between the wall and a hard body, his face just above Winter's. Feuer grasped the man's shoulders in slight fear of being dropped, squirming slightly when Winter merely grasped his rear to hold him firmly against his pale form.

Winter smirked at the man's sudden lack of words, a deep purr replacing the usual tenor of his voice. "And what made you assume I would accept anything less." Winter ran his lips along the rim of Feuer's ear, his teeth catching the soft lobe to draw a surprised cry from the small fire demon. "It's been so long since I've been inside you, within that wonderful heat of your tight body."

Feuer quivered, gasping as Winter moved his mouth to suckle the skin below the smaller man's ear. He cried out in surprise as he was pressed further against the wall, feeling the hardness between Winter's legs press against his groin. "I..I…not here…"

"Oh yes, right here. No one will be coming in anyway. If they try, I will merely seal the door over with ice." Winter purred into the man's ear, his powers extending outwards to crawl up and over the man's body. The cold power coming in contact with the heat of Feuer's power brought upon small tendrils of steam, both men's powers curling around one another in recognition and sheer bliss. Winter began rocking his body against Feuer's, his hips separating Feuer's thighs, rubbing against that sensitive area that the ice demon knew from experience made the smaller man's legs turn almost to rubber. Feuer clenched his eyes shut as his whole body was rocked back against the resisting wall, biting his bottom lip and clutching harder at Winter's shoulders from the steady thrusting rhythm of his hips.

Winter laved a steady trail down the man's neck, one hand coming up and pushing the hem of Feuer's shirt up. The same hand skimmed up the flat creamy stomach, delighting in the clenching of muscles beneath Feuer's skin from his leisure touch. Feuer sighed as Winter brought their lips together in a soft kiss, the pale man's hand skimming up and down over the flesh laid out for his questing motions.

The ice demon's mouth smashed over the fire demon's, cutting off louder cries as his hand traveled down to begin unbuttoning Feuer's pants, pulling the pants down the man's legs, allowing the fire demon a moment to kick his legs free of the stubborn fabric.

"Please! I need you!" Feuer gasped, burying his face against Winter's shoulder, shuddering when long strands of blue and silver hair brushed his cheeks and along the bare skin of his stomach and thighs.

"I won't go easy on you." Winter warned harshly, proving this by a rough thrust that forced a whimper from the trapped man.

Feuer only managed a nod as Winter's thrusts became harsher, pressing their bodies more firmly to one another's. Feuer felt his boxers being shoved down to the floor, wrapping his arms around Winter's neck as the man shifted his legs upwards for better positioning.

Winter brought his one free hand up and placed his middle and forefinger into his mouth, coating the long digits with saliva to help ease the way, enjoying the sight of his writhing a flushed lover trapped against the wall. Once satisfied with the amount of saliva he had produced Winter's damp hand moved out and behind Feuer, pressing against the man's hidden entrance, one finger sliding into the tight heat with a slow and careful thrust. Feuer whimpered slightly from the intrusion, his body impaled by that one touch. He groaned softly when Winter added a second finger, stretching the smaller man's entrance. Feuer's hips rocked involuntary against the touch, crying out as the fingers barely brushed his prostrate, moaning in frustration for not being able to hold onto that sensation.

After a period of steady thrusts, Winter was sure that it was safe to proceed. He snapped open his own pants, freeing his erection, pulling his fingers out of Feuer. Feuer whimpered in dismay from the lost touch, leaning his body against Winter's in a plea for more contact. Winter steadied the man's hips with his hands, tilting Feuer's hips ever so slightly, his shaft pressing against the man's entrance.

Feuer's mouth opened in a silent scream as Winter thrust into him, his head falling back against the wall behind him, long creamy throat bared to questing lips and teeth. The fire demon wiggled against the surprising heat from the ice demon's shaft, groaning as Winter thrust his hips forward to press fully against him, both men coming together as intimately as any male could possibly get.

"Am I hurting you?" Winter choked out, trying to hold back from thrusting mindlessly into Feuer's tight heat, wanting to make sure that he wasn't hurting the smaller fire demon.

"No," Feuer gasped, bringing his head forehead to brush his mouth across Winter's, his arms tight around the ice demon's neck "you're making it better."

Winter groaned softly at the man's admission, his body thrusting forward into the man's heat. Feuer whimpered at each deep penetrating thrust, the ice demon's shaft brushing across his prostrate with each forward motion. Winter slanted his mouth over Feuer's, tongue twining with the smaller man's, muffling the man's cries in place for the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Feuer screamed into Winter's mouth as the man grasped his rear and tilted his body further, the angle changing the sharpness of sensations.

Each repeated thrust was slow and hard, rocking Feuer physically and mentally. Feuer jerked his mouth away from Winter, drawing in air to breathe, unable to see anything other than the bright flashes of color across his eyes from each deep thrust inside of his body. Winter moved his lips down to suckle above Feuer's throat, taking pleasure in the man's small moans and whimpers mixed in with his own grunts and cries.

"Winter, Winter, Winter…" Feuer pleaded endlessly as he felt his need rising even higher, his body strung tight from the sensations flooding within him, filling him to the brim with the power and heat of his tall lover. As their mutual climax began to rise the men's powers rose as well, Winter's electric blue pulsing around his body and melding with Feuer's fire red, heavy steam rising from the contact of such contrasting temperatures.

"Yes, my little bright flame. That's it. I want to watch you blossom before me." Winter whispered harshly, his thrusts becoming quicker and losing their steady rhythm. He pressed his forehead into the wall, his body pumping furiously in and out of Feuer's body, the muscles along his buttocks and thighs jumping from the constant rigorous movement, pressed flush against the smaller man and enjoying every second of that physical contact.

After almost a minute of Winter plunging harder into his body Feuer fell over the peak, tightening his arms around the ice demon's neck and throwing his head back, eyes closed and mouth open in a shallow scream as climax shattered the world around him. His body went limp within Winter's grasp, Feuer whimpering when Winter exploded within him, releasing the hot liquid heat as a sign of the taller man's pleasure, the dampness just as much as a marker as the wetness across his stomach. Feuer's body flexed softly as Winter continued to pump softly within his willing form, the dampness across his stomach burning to black cinders due to his raised power, the smoldering remains dropping off of his flesh to turn into mere ashes on the floor.

Feuer steadied his erratic breathing, grasping the long silky blue strands of his lover's hair and brushing them away from the man's eyes. Electric blue met caramel, Feuer unable to hold back a small grin as Winter planted a soft touch of lips across his.

"Are we…doing the right thing, Winter?" Feuer asked uncertainly as the ice demon helped him steady his footing, making sure that the smaller man didn't collapse onto the ground as he bent down to pick up his discarded clothing.

Winter frowned thoughtfully as he zipped his pants closed, fixing his mussed clothes and hair, Feuer following his example. "There is nothing else we can do."

Feuer grimaced at the man's tone, trying to force his hair into some order, secretly jealous as to how Winter's hair fell back into place with nary a fight. "I don't like killing people just to infuriate Geist's enemies. People don't wish to lose their lives over something so meaningless."

Winter didn't comment, merely brushing his fingers through Feuer's rich hair, drawing the man's eyes to meet his in a silent stare. Feuer sighed, admitting a truce for the moment, knowing that an argument would change nothing.

Winter unlocked and opened the door, unable to hold back a startled curse as he stepped out, pushing Feuer away from the door's entrance.

Auge was leaning against the wall directly across from the door, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Winter unseeingly through the purple strip of cloth across his eyes. Auge's left eyebrow was raised at the ice demon, saying nothing.

"It isn't necessary to hide yourself," Auge said softly, his head turning slightly to look at the exact position of the wall that Feuer was against inside the room, "I can see you." A flushed Feuer moved to stand at Winter's side, clutching at the ice demon's arm in uncertainty.

Winter scowled at the stranger creature before him, placing himself in front of the intimidated fire demon.

Auge smirked, the twitch of his lips almost cruel-looking upon his face. "You forget I am a Soul Seer. I don't need eyes to see you. I only need to see the heat of your body and the heat of your soul."

"What do you want?" Winter demanded, unable to contain his fury and hesitancy around the man.

Auge tilted his head to look back at the ice demon, stepping away from the wall and proceeding down the hallway. "It's time for me to play my part in this little venture. Matsumo Hidaka has come out of hiding. Geist says our opportunity is at hand to possibly capture them both."

"Matsumo Hidaka?" Feuer asked, surprised at hearing that name again.

"Is that the reason why you came at Geist's call, Auge?" Winter demanded.

"But of course." Auge turned his head to 'stare' back at the two demons, smiling at the red spark of fear within the men's souls as he looked blindly back at them through the purple strip of cloth. "After all, I look forward to meeting my lover once again."

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Matsumo Hidaka sat in the middle of the couch, surrounded by sitting and standing assassins. He huffed slightly, glad that the assassins had at least holstered and sheathed their weapons. He smiled fondly at his great-grandson, slightly remorseful for having to hide his blood-ties to the man for so long. It was for the best, sadly, to keep Ken's relationship with Matsumo hidden away from Rosenkreuz. Pity it hadn't kept him hidden away from Geist, though.

"How can my great grandfather still be alive?" Ken asked uncertainly, watching his long-haired lover circle the sitting man like a large predatory cat, Farfarello watching the telepath with slight amusement from his seat next to Ken, his own stance wary since his hand was just above his sheathed metal blade.

"Well, he does have gray hair." Nagi offered half-heartedly.

Matsumo 'hmped', appearing slightly insulted by that comment. "It's my natural color, thank you very much." Nagi flushed, looking slightly embarrassed.

"So you're the telepath that set up Ken's mental barrier." Schuldich moved to glare into the man's eyes, not appearing too pleased. "You're quite powerful for a telepath."

Matsumo grinned at the German. "And it just twists your skirts that I'm stronger than you, doesn't it?"

Ken snorted softly in silent laughter, several other assassins, including Crawford, trying to school their faces to hide their responses from the hilarity of the expression on Schuldich's face. The German looked as if he was tempted to strangle his fellow telepath. With a disdainful snort Schuldich stomped away from the other telepath and plopped down next to Ken as well.

"Do people with abilities really live longer than humans? You don't look older than twenty-five." Omi asked curiously.

Matsumo nodded, a blush rising upon his own face. "Actually, there are those even older than myself. I merely laid an illusion upon my clients that made me look older when I took upon the role of a psychiatrist. You all have the ability to live much longer lives than humans but remember," Matsumo stressed furiously, his blue eyes alight, "You can still die. You still bleed, and you can still die."

"Did my parents have any abilities?" Ken asked, his hope dimming when Matsumo shook his head softly.

"In the Hidaka family, powers skip a generation. At least by every third generation, if I am correct. The male side of the family was the one that had abilities of heightened mental capabilities," Matsumo looked up at Ken, "However, your mother's side of the family had some residue of power within their line, the ability to heal. It was quite unusual for you to attain such powers, Ken. For someone to have multiple powers, even to extract them from an outside source at a later age, is quite rare."

"And the reason you sent us the information on Weiss?" Crawford demanded from his spot of the room, situated next to the locked main door, his own gun stubbornly holstered after almost five-minutes of arguing.

Matsumo sighed, dropping his forehead into his hands. "I had no choice. I was busy running from my former lover at the time. He is very persistent. Sadly, he has joined Geist in order to get to me."

"Why?" Aya asked casually.

"Because I ran away from him." Matsumo answered simply.

"Hmph," Dameon crossed his arms disdainfully, "A man scorned of his love-"

"No!" Matsumo jerked his head up and shouted, surprising everyone with his outburst. "I love him! I do! I just…" His head dropped, Ken frowning at the wave of sadness that seeped from the telepath's body. "I couldn't bear the thought of him killing so many people in the manner that he did. He saw no wrong in such killing. He couldn't understand that I could sense those people's pain as they were murdered, how they begged him for mercy. Men, women,…children. Schwarz and Weiss are different from Auge. Both teams killed for a reason, to either financially support themselves in order to survive or to protect innocents from the beasts within the dark. Auge…" A small sob was barely smothered by Matsumo's hands, "he killed, just to kill. There was no other reasoning to it. The man I loved…became a monster..."

"…And so you ran from me, leaving me in the cold darkness." A voice interrupted.

The world grew still around the assassins, each of them coming the cold realization of how much danger they were truly in.

And the world around them exploded. Debris flew in various directions, the main door shattering into fragments.

Dameon was thrown through the air, slamming into the wall, collapsing and smearing blood across the rough surface from his head wound. Crawford was less lucky, since he was the closest to the door out of the two. He was flung away from the force of the explosion, smashing directly onto the wooden table in the middle of the room, the furniture breaking beneath his weight. The precog groaned in pain, knowing that he would be lucky to have only bruised ribs.

Yohji and Nagi used their abilities to shield the assassins from the flying debris, Nagi creating a shield while Yohji's power tossed and threw away larger pieces of debris that were scattered around them.

Ken coughed through the surrounding dust, looking up in surprise to see Farfarello above him, shielding the empath's and telepath's bodies with his own. Schuldich lay next to them, cursing furiously in German as he pulled himself to his feet. Ken accepted Farfarello's helping hand, the demon moving to help the telepath while Ken moved to Crawford's prone side. "Crawford! Where are you injured?"

"Chest…Ribs…" Crawford groaned, his hand slowly shifting away the remaining pieces of the table beneath him. Ken pressed his hands carefully against the man's chest, extending his healing abilities inward. His powers sifted through flesh, muscle, and bone, reaching and extending to the injured portions of the man's body. He felt his powers reconstruct the small cracks and bruising in the man's two ribs, the bruises along the Oracle's flesh fading away as if a memory. Crawford looked down in awe, unable to see Ken's powers at work, only able to feel everything within him shifting back into their proper positions.

Ken sighed as his powers retreated back into him once finishing its work, clasping the man's larger hand with his smaller one and helping him to his feet. He looked down at the precog's torn suit, grinning up at the frustrated look of the Oracle. "New suit, huh?"

Crawford scowled wordlessly.

Dameon cursed in an unknown language, already on his feet, the previous head wound healed over. He roared furiously at the man walking through the destroyed doorway, the stranger casually picking his way through the scattered debris.

"Auge!" Matsumo yelled, trying to push himself past Yohji. Yohji grasped the slighter man, keeping him back. "Please stop this! Please! No more!"

Auge looked at his lover, a slight smile on his pale face, the assassins unconsciously fearing the seemingly blinding man. "Ah, little lover. I recognize the color and heat of your soul from anywhere. It has been almost fifty years since I last saw you."

Matsumo sobbed dryly, clutching at the arm around his waist. "Auge…"

"But there is another time for a reunion," Auge spoke casually, dark shapes appearing behind him and moving into the destroyed room, "I have come for the older and younger Hidaka. Interfere, and you shall parish."

"LOKI, LYCAN!" Omi yelled, his normally blue eyes now the wolf-gold of his two guards, his hair standing up on end from his raised power, small hands fisted at his hips. He opened his mouth, his teeth sharpened every so slightly from the change his powers brought upon him. "Attack and Kill!"

Loki and Lycan screamed simultaneously, both guards leaping not for Auge, but for the four shapes behind him.

Black shapeshifters met the guards' attacks, the creatures becoming a writhing mass of fur, scales, and teeth. Shaped like humanoids, these black shapeshifters were covered in dark scales, gray dreadlocks extending from scaled heads, a red-ribbon tongue snaking out from between gray teeth, gray eyes alight with killing fury.

"NO! Loki, to your left! Tear out its throat! Lycan, duck and shift to the side! Go for his hamstring!" Omi ordered, through his powers able to taste, smell, see, and hear what his guards did, extending his control and abilities through his guards to help them fight against the greater number of enemies.

Auge chuckled at the boy's desperate orders, his right hand flexing every so slightly, calling upon his weapon. Out of thin air a black handle appeared within his hand, a large metal scythe on the end, the weapon almost four feet in length.

"The Reaper…" Dameon groaned, realizing what kind of danger they were in right now.

Auge smirked at hearing the man's words. Without a word Auge slashed the scythe in front of him, the cut sending out a blast of air that nearly threw the assassins off of their feet. Schuldich's curses were drowned out by growls and snapping of teeth and by the loud crashes of power ringing throughout the room.

Ken gasped, clutching at his heart, his body pounding harshly from the aura coming off of the Reaper. His empathy was targeted completely on the man's cloth-covered eyes, seeing yet not seeing the true threat behind them. His empathy shrank away from the degree of power within the man, burying itself within the long-haired assassin in an attempt to hide away from the feeling of such power.

Farfarello snarled as Loki was thrown past him by the four black shapeshifters, Loki yelping as he hit the ground, his coat matted in blood, one ear nearly torn off. In rage Farfarello tore off his eye patch, his one eye glowing with gold and black fury. The black shapeshifters twitched at the sight, shifting back and away from the demon. Farfarello threw himself at the black shapeshifters, both he and Lycan tearing into the black beasts, Loki managing to find the strength to jump back into the fray.

More black beasts poured in behind Auge, each facing off with the other assassins while Auge silently observed. Nagi had Omi's back, his telekinetic abilities snatching the black beasts out of the air and snapping their necks, dropping them to the floor without any regret. Omi tore into the beasts with his hands and teeth, the wolf capabilities of his guards extending into him. Whenever the young assassin seemed to begin losing control of his rationality as to who was friend or foe, Dameon would interfere and help Omi in his control. Dameon would then jump back to tearing into more black beasts once Omi was capable of acting on his own, pulling a large creature off of Yohji and smashing the black beast into the wall, breaking a numerous amount of its bones. The Wind Master had ripped off the beasts legs with his powers yet the creature still found the will to go after the blonde's throat, forcing the man onto his back until the enraged Dameon had nearly torn the creature into two.

Aya was shielding himself and Crawford from the onslaught, Crawford forced to move carefully even with having been previously healed. The precog pulled Matsumo within his range of protection, firing and killing a large black beast point-blank, the creature falling limp at their feet. Aya's shadows swirled around the three men, an occasional stream of darkness shooting out and cutting through several large beasts that rushed them.

Even without his bugnuks, Ken wasn't defenseless. Farfarello had tossed him his shorter blade, Ken slashing a black beast's throat open with a twist of his wrist. He grasped the remains of a wooden chair and smashed it along the head of another black beast that rushed him, the creature collapsing from the stunning blow.

Ken shouted in pain as a large black beast slammed into his chest, forcing him to the ground, saliva dripping from its open mouth as it tried to bite down on the empath's neck. Ken punched and kicked at the large beast above him, managing to keep its large teeth away from ripping his throat out.

A gun shot rang out, and the beast jerked. Slowly it collapsed on top of Ken, the empath groaning as he pushed the creature off of him, a bullet hole in its temple, courtesy of Schuldich's aim.

However, Schuldich's save was his own sacrifice.

When Schuldich had turned to help Ken, he had left himself open. A black shapeshifter rushed the telepath, burying a fist-full of talon-like nails into the telepath's gut.

The world slowed around Ken then shattered at his horrified screams as the telepath dropped to his knees, the redhead eyes open and stunned as he looked down at the hand buried in his stomach and the redness spreading from that area, his gun dropping from a slack hand. Ken was certain that he heard Farfarello's scream mingle with his, the demon crying out in denial yet unable to turn back to assist either of his lovers.

Ken pushed himself to his feet, rushing the shapeshifter and slamming the blade up to the hilt as he shoved it into the creature's neck, releasing the caught blade as the creature spun and shrieked in its death throes, instead rushing to aid his fallen lover.

"Schuldich! Hold on!" Ken screamed needlessly, pressing his hands to the man's damp stomach, his powers spilling into the open wound, silently pleading as the wound slowly began to close even as more blood spilled out from the shrinking wound. His powers fixed the cuts and rips into the man's intestines, destroying the poisonous material that had spilled out from the rips in the man's long intestines. Hot tears were pouring from Ken's eyes even as the wounds sealed closed, silently begging the telepath to open his eyes. "Schuldich!"

Schuldich lay prone on the ground, his eyes closed, face slack and pale, fire-touched hair fanned out around his head. Ken searched for a pulse, finding it, his desperation and panic only increasing from the lack of response from his lover.

:Schuldich, Schuldich! Please! Please don't do this to me!: He sobbed silently, pressing his hands to the man's pale cheeks, his tears falling onto the pale skin. He cried softly as the world around him continued on, his fellow assassins fighting tooth and nail, the area a mass of smoke, wood, blood, and bodies.

"Hidaka Ken." Auge ordered from behind the sobbing man, an ominous presence with his scythe still resting in his hand and dressed completely in black, Death incarnate. "Step away from the telepath and come with me. Geist wishes for your presence."

Hidaka flinched at the order, not moving.

"Hidaka." Auge warned, "Don't make me separate you physically from that man."

In answer Ken threw himself on top of the prone telepath, winding his arms around the still man's neck, shielding the telepath's body with his own. He pressed his damp cheek to Schuldich's, knowing that he would never let go of the man, even if threatened by force.

Auge cursed softly, tossing his weapon into the air, the scythe disappearing instantly to return to its previous location within Auge's chambers, awaiting the next summoning. Auge moved towards to resisting man, only ten feet away when-

Matsumo threw himself between Auge and his great-grandson, Schuldich's gun now in his hand. Matsumo wordlessly brought the gun up, aimed, and fired.

Auge jerked from the impact, not making a sound as the bullet passed through his chest. He merely observed the slight blood pouring out from the open wound, disgusted as to how the bullet had nicked his lung. A slight irritation, at the very least, merely meant to stop him in his tracks.

"You hurt a member of my blood," Matsumo said hollowly, his eyes blank as he aimed the next bullet at Auge's head, "in essence, you hurt me, Auge. That is the greatest pain you could ever do to me."

Auge flinched visibly from Matsumo's painful words, a sting of pain within his heart as he 'saw' the sadness within his lover's soul, seeing the small crystal raindrops of tears falling from the man's eyes. He was ashamed.

Wordless Auge turned away, melting away from the destruction, the assassins continuing their fight to kill of the remaining black shapeshifters.

"Ken…" Matsumo murmured, dropping the gun and turning to his great-grandson.

Ken sobbed quietly against his still lover, Matsumo barely making out his muffled and desperate words. "He won't wake up. I don't understand. I healed all of his wounds. He won't wake up."

Tbc

Chaosdreamer: I'm sorry! Another cliffhanger! There were so many basics I wanted to cover in this chapter. I'll make it up in the next chapter. I hope this answered many of your questions, and I hope the yaoi appeased demands that I read for 'more yaoi!'. And to soothe frustrated readers I plan to write a one-shot to explain the relationship between Auge and Matsumo, okay?

The Ran/Ken oneshot is temporarily on hold. I need inspiration! I don't know exactly what to do! Any suggestions will be appreciated!

Thank you to all readers and reviewers. I hope everyone is enjoying this fic!