Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Light Meets Darkness ❯ The Beast Within ( Chapter 11 )

Light Meets Darkness

The Beast Within

Warning: The same as always! You know the risks for reading this fic! There will finally be sex within the main pairing, between more than two men.

If any readers are uncomfortable with this knowledge then please hit the back button and thank you for reading this warning.

Thanks for all of your patience! I was lazy in finishing this chapter! Taking a summer class, redoing a research report, etc. Not to mention that Fanfiction deleted my username and stories. Bleh

Thanks for the hug, allis, it is appreciated. ^___^

*Scratches head* Doesn't anyone like my sidefic 'Dark Lover, Soul Taker'? It has less readers that 'A Tale of Two Chibis'. I know several readers wrote how well they liked it, but I feel like I did badly on that fic.

*Sighs* Oh well, enough complaining, on with the fic!

"For the last time!" Matsumo huffed angrily, fists resting on his hips as he glared at Crawford, the taller man mirroring the telepath's indignant look. "Auge would have found a way in even if he hadn't followed me!"

"The fact is," Crawford hissed, glasses flashing ominously as he faced off with the irate telepath, "One of my teammates was injured. Whether or not it was your fault, it still irritates me that this could have been avoided."

Matsumo deflated visible, signs of remorse flooding across his face. "For that I am sorry."

All assassins save for Schuldich, Ken, and Farfarello had been moved to the kitchen, Kritiker agents cleaning up and removing debris and bodies from their living room. Security had arrived near the time that Auge had left, their timing delayed by more of the black shapeshifters that had been covering the entire lawn, forced to use various weapons including flame-throwers to force the shapeshifters to retreat.

They had found out why the blood wards had been unable to stop Auge and the shapeshifters. Apparently someone had murdered all of the individuals who had created the wards, thus making the protective markings null and void.

After all of the assassins had answered Kritiker's questions Farfarello had carried Schuldich up to their rooms. The demon almost had to physically pull Ken off of the comatose redhead telepath, the empath following his demon lover up the elevator after being checked by a medic and being diagnosed as being in shock.

"I-Is Schuldich going to be okay?" Omi asked from his seat next to Nagi at the kitchen table, Lycan curled around his chair while the telekinetic was finishing wrapping the last of the bandages around a grumpy looking Loki, the shapeshifter guard half-resembling a mummy, but otherwise fine, his wounds already beginning to heal quite nicely.

"The man will be fine." Dameon answered from he was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"What makes you so certain of that?! He won't wake up! Ken healed all of his wounds!" Yohji yelled, not completely understanding why the longhaired man was reasonably calm in their situation.

Dameon barely glanced at the Wind Master from the corner of his eye. "Ken healed Schuldich of the wounds caused by the reptilian shapeshifter. He was too late to heal the damage brought upon by Loki's blood that was on the shapeshifter's claws."

Yohji's face was slightly green. "What exactly are you saying?"

Matsumo sighed, his hands coming up to cover his eyes in realization of what Dameon meant. Dameon looked to the braided telepath. "You know what I mean, don't you?" He asked Matsumo. Matsumo nodded glumly.

"What does he mean?" Aya demanded softly, his hands tight where they lay in his lap, the chair beneath him creaking slightly as he sat further back into it.

Dameon hummed softly, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling. "Full moon tonight." He said airily.

Matsumo removed his hands, looking to the other assassins with a regretful gaze. "Schuldich is no longer human, more so than ever. Ken was able to stop the reptilian shapeshifter from infecting the telepath, but he was unable to reverse the effects of the wolf shapeshifter's blood. Schuldich is alive and well, but he is asleep because his body is reacting to the 'change'." Slight looks of dawning shock and horror looked back at the telepath.

"Schuldich is now a shapeshifter."

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"I never did tell you what happened during the time you were gone, did I, angel?" Farfarello murmured from his spot on the bed, observing his smaller lover attached to the telepath. Ken was pressed fully against Schuldich's side, legs twined with the telepath's right, his head on top of Schuldich's chest so that he could listen to the man's heartbeat. Farfarello had to literally undress and redress both of his lovers, situating them in more comfortable attire of large sweatpants. No shirts were worn since Ken desperately needed to physically confirm that there were no physical marks over the telepath's chest, his hand sometimes straying down to trace across Schuldich's stomach. Farfarello held back a small sigh, his own bare torso pale and bright against the blue and white bedspread, both eyes watching both of his lovers with a large degree of concern, especially with Ken being in a slight degree of shock from seeing his redheaded lover fall in battle.

"No…" Ken answered softly after a brief moment of silence, his voice muffled by loose brunette hair spilling across his shoulders and Schuldich's chest.

Farfarello rolled onto his side, pressing up against the empath's stiff backside, wrapping his arms around Ken's chest, hands loosely wrapped around Ken's smaller one's. The pale demon brushed the side of his face against Ken's, not liking the answer of cool flesh compared to the normally warm skin.

"When neither you nor Omi came back, all of us went out to search for you. Probably two hours had passed, if that. For some reason neither Schuldich nor I were able to sense your distress. The only clues we had were the news and the shots of your abandoned bike, the blood and bodies, and the skeletons of the police cars. Geist must have found a way to block any signs of your predicament through our bond." Pale hands tightened around Ken's. "We found Omi near the bay. It looked as if another of Geist's servants, judging from the body and blood, had attacked the young assassin. To our surprise, Omi's powers had manifested once it 'sensed' Omi's fear and shock of being attacked. As you know, the boy is a Tamer. When his powers awakened, they automatically released a silent signal of distress that every shapeshifter within a mile's radius answered. Geist's servant didn't stand a chance against ten furious and protective shapeshifters."

"…And Dameon?" Ken asked. Farfarello was silently thankful that Ken was expressing his interest.

"Dameon was right behind the group of shapeshifters, having sensed Omi's powers cry out for help. Unfortunately Dameon was forced to physically subdue the boy since his powers began to go awry, his mind and body taking on predominant aspects of the shapeshifters around him. Dameon quickly relinquished Omi into our care once we had arrived, explaining the situation while his shapeshifters…devoured the remains of Omi's attackers.

"So that is the reason why Dameon is here so often. Mostly to check on Omi's progress, but to see how he fares with his shapeshifter guards. If Omi comes to interact with shapeshifters even better, Dameon may take Omi down to his lair to see how he will fare in the company of a larger number of shapeshifters. With Omi being a Tamer, the shapeshifters will literally roll over onto their backs and beg for Omi's presence, seeming to get some sort of pleasure just from being around the boy. Only Dameon is truly unaffected, given the amount of power he possesses. There are also a number of other shifters immune to Omi's 'charm'. Still, even with Omi's 'charm', Dameon is still the main person in control over all of the shapeshifters; where the shapeshifters are playful and protective around Omi, they are fearful and respective of Dameon."

"How did Aya's powers come to be?" Ken asked, body shifting so that he lay on his back looking up at his pale lover. Farfarello laid his head down over Ken's heart in a parody of what Ken had done with Schuldich, listening to the soothing steady thrum of his smaller lover's heart.

"Aya's power, for some reason unknown to us, manifested during a nightmare. His room was literally swimming in shadows, cocooning the man within a protective mass of power." Farfarello chose his words carefully. "The immense power made the room begin to quake violently. I was unable to force my way through given the impressive thickness of the shadows, and Schuldich was unable to calm Aya down with the use of his telepathy." Farfarello pressed a pale finger to Ken's lips, already knowing the man's next question. "Crawford jumped in because a vision revealed to him that the next person to jump in was at risk of being physically harmed by the shadows. For some strange reason the shadows did not stop him, allowing him to physically grapple Aya and hold him down, forcing the man out of his nightmare and into the world of the living. The shadows retreated once he was awake and aware that it was all just a nightmare. Needless to say were easily able to determine what Aya's abilities were."

Ken was silent, thinking carefully. He was half-certain as to why Crawford was able, or 'allowed', close to the leader of Weiss. Since learning that Crawford had meant no harm to Aya-chan, a grudging respect was formed during the short time before Ken disappeared. Aya certainly respected the member's of Weiss and possibly the rest of Schwarz, but even Ken had to admit that there was a certain area around the Oracle that hinted at there being something within him as immense and powerful as Aya's shadows.

:Strength, Drive, Devotion, Honor to the team…: Ken sighed thoughtfully. All of those words could describe Crawford. Ken was thankful that the man had been there to help the redhead during his time of need.

Thinking about that brought up small memories of his time being captured by not only the assassin team Schwarz, but as well as by Dameon, Blut, and Geist. Ken groaned dismally, throwing an arm over his eyes. "Gods, I feel like such a damsel in distress." He muttered.

Farfarello snickered, catching the empath's thoughts through their bond. "You do have a knack for getting yourself in trouble." He rose up, pulling Ken's arm away from on top of his eyes, looking down playful at the man, "But you didn't faint, though. Not once."

"Meh." Ken offered gracefully, sitting up as well, rising up to his knees so that he was maybe an inch taller than the pale demon. He attempted a glare at the snickering demon. "Technically I did pass out. Remember, when I ran into you and Schuldig? It was right after you pulled me into the back of his car." Ken scowled as the pale demon laughed at remembering that incident. "Don't sound so pleased at the imagery."

Farfarello smirked, also rising to his knees, his height making Ken about level with his shoulders, the empath tilting his chin to look up at him. "The image isn't that negative. In fact, it's quite a pleasant image."

"Oh yes," Ken drawled, swooning dramatically, Farfarello catching him as the empath performed his staged faint, "Catch me as I become a wet noodle." Ken wrapped his arms around Farfarello's neck, pulling himself closer to the demon. "Hardly an impressive picture as I take a gainer at the ground." Ken muttered, burying his face into Farfarello's neck.

Farfarello chuckled. "The view would be…impressive." The demon enhanced his point with the light squeeze on Ken's rear, the empath slightly smacking the demon alongside the head and muttered 'hentai'. Farfarello growled softly from Ken's teasing smack, lightly snapping his teeth at the smaller man, Ken unable to fight a small laugh at the demon's almost kitten-like behavior. The playful acts only lasted a short time though before Farfarello turned his head to look at the door, sensing the quiet presence about to knock. "Wait where you are." Farfarello ordered the individual outside the room, rising to his feet regardless of the lack of his eye-patch or his shirt.

"It's Matsumo." Ken offered, his empathy already swirling around his family member, Matsumo's power briefly brushing Ken's in a small touch of familiarity. Farfarello nodded slightly, the door opening smoothly and closing just as quietly behind him, Farfarello softly asking Ken through their bond to stay where he was.

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"What is it you need?" Farfarello asked, leaning back against the closed door, scarred arms folded over his lean torso. He viewed Ken's family member critically, easily able to smell the marking of a fellow demon on the shorter telepath. The presence was smooth and bright along Matsumo's aura, a brief splash of sapphire along the pale silver aura of his person.

Matsumo sighed softly, not needing his ability to know what Farfarello was silently observing. "I wished to see how Ken was doing, with one of his lovers being in the situation that he is."

Farfarello raised a thin eyebrow at the man. "You do not seem too upset that your family member has two male lovers."

Matsumo frowned thoughtfully, seeming confused by the demon's question. "Should I be? Both of you make Ken happy and safe. Why should I be upset about it?"

"Most individuals think it is vulgar or a sin to have a male lover, let alone two." Farfarello answered casually.

Matsumo's face flushed ever so slightly. "I have a male lover. If that is considered vulgar or a sin, then I have no problem being damned in that such manner. If it is so wrong to love a person no matter their sex, but to love them as the person they are, then I do not care what others think of either me or Ken."

"Ah yes, I remember…" Matsumo flinched beneath Farfarello's hard stare. "That creature, Auge, is, or was, your lover. You ran away from the man you love, yet you speak so highly of love."

"I do love him. I was a coward and ran. At that time of my life it was all that I knew to do when I was afraid or confused. I did not and still do not fully understand the logic and actions of demons. What he did surprised me. I always knew of his ruthlessness and strength, but I never expected him to be so cruel."

"He was protecting you."

"I know that, but that did not give him the right to kill the whole village. It was the men who opposed him, not the grandparents who could barely rise from their beds nor the women or children too weak to fight back."

Farfarello sighed softly, understanding the man's logic yet not completely satisfied by it. He moved towards the braided telepath, surprising the smaller man by trapping him against the wall with both hands pressed to the wall at his side. "W-what are you doing?" Matsumo asked uncertainly.

"Auge is a threat to my lovers."

"…I know that."

"If he repeats the same actions as earlier, I will kill him." Farfarello said simply.

Matsumo bowed his head, expecting Farfarello's words, yet his heart squeezed tight. "Is there no other way?"

"You truly do not understand demons. We are the Wildness that humans deny within themselves. We are the darkness within the corner of their hearts. We covet yet we love, we defend yet we destroy, we crave yet we possess."

"I don't understand." Matsumo said truthfully.

Farfarello tilted the man's face up. "We can't help what we are, Matsumo. Once we love we cannot let go. The smallest threat to those we care for sends us into a rage. Your Auge does not think in the same manner that you do. He grew up during a time before yours where it was kill or be killed. There was no such thing as hesitation or regret. He killed all of the villagers to dispel the risk of those people's descendents coming forth to oppose him." Farfarello cupped Matsumo's face within his pale hands, trapping the man's blue gaze with his black and gold stare. "He did not wish for you to witness his actions, but your pain is nothing to when you abandoned him."

"There is no way for me to beg for forgiveness. I do not deserve such a thing from Auge."

"Do you still love him?"

"Yes."

"As much as you did so long ago?"

"Yes."

Farfarello kept their gazes locked, his one gold reptilian-like pupil flashing. "Then do not deny him your presence and love." He said simply.

"W-what?" Matsumo stuttered, his body rigid from locking his gaze with Farfarello's abnormal eye.

"Go to him. Find him and prove your devotion and love, for both of your sakes." Farfarello's fingertips trailed off of Matsumo's cheeks as he pulled back, Matsumo weakly sliding down the wall he was leaning against. He looked up at Farfarello in confusion and a small hint of fear, seeing the demon in a whole new frightening perspective as he almost tasted the power swirling around the pale figure. "Was sind die Hölle Sie?(What the hell are you?)" He asked shakily.

Farfarello bared in teeth in a perverse parody of a grin, his eyes flashing as he chuckled darkly. "What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen the Teufel (Devil) before?"

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Ken drummed his fingers lightly next to his side, not extending his empathy outward to sense what the two men were talking about since it would be an invasion of privacy. With a small huff he buried his face against Schuldich's shoulder, his arm wrapping around the man's torso. He managed to reach far enough and grasp the telepath's limp hand, softly squeezing to man's palm to his.

To Ken's greatest shock, there was an answering squeeze.

"Schuldich!" Ken gasped, lifting his head up to look into the man's face. Schuldich groaned softly, his eyes remaining closed. Ken flipped over so that he was straddling the man's hips, smiling happily as he brushed long strands of fire-red hair away from the telepath's face, hands finally dropping down to lightly jolt Schuldich's shoulders. "Schuldich. Schuldich, wake up. It's me, Ken."

Ken didn't feel nor sense the sinewy arm that came up to wrap around his waist until he was pulled tight against the man's chest, eyes widening in surprise from the telepath's sudden amount of sheer strength. His palms were pressed flat against the man's shoulders as he managed to keep himself just level and above the telepath. "Schuldich?" He murmured uncertainly.

Schuldich's eyes flickered open and Ken was not met with the familiar emerald green gaze of his lover.

It had been replaced with a deep amber gold.

The eyes of a wolf.

:Shapeshifter!: Ken's mind screamed in shock, gasping as a strong hand grasped the back of his head and jerked him downwards. "SCH-mMph!" Schuldich smashed his lips to Ken's, almost seeming to devour Ken's mouth. Ken whimpered against the strong and heated touch, hands fisting against Schuldich's shoulders. With some effort he managed to tear himself free from Schuldich's grip, rolling away from the man. He covered his mouth with one hand, his lips feeling as if they were slightly bruised from his lover's sudden intensity. "Schuldich…" He gasped softly.

The man…Schuldich…It couldn't be his lover. The man had the same body, but his eyes were entirely bestial, almost like he was possessed. The skin on Schuldich's face was stretched taut, his mouth seeming slightly wider. The shift in the telepath's jaw-line was explained as he opened his mouth in a rumbling growl, elongated teeth revealed to the stunned empath.

As if he were in extreme pain Schuldich ripped and tore his clothing off of him, circling and practically pacing on top of his portion of the bed, feral eyes taking in his surrounding as he growled dangerously low, hair hanging around him like living fire.

:He's shifting! Gods, it's a full moon tonight!: Ken darted for the edge of the bed, only managing to move several inches before a slim hand grasped his arm in a bruising grip, the brunette jerked back towards his longhaired feral-looking lover.

:Farfarello!:

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"Shit!" Crawford suddenly cursed, startling the other assassins within the kitchen, the vision slapping him hard across the face with the harsh image of Schuldich's shifting features and the cringing figure of his empath lover.

"What-" Aya began.

"Crawford, what is it?" Nagi asked, Loki and Lycan lifting their heads up, hackles rising as they sensed the heated press of air coming from above, sensing their fellow shapeshifter beginning the process of his shifting.

"Fuck it!" Dameon snarled, twisting to look above him, eyes lost as the beast inside of him swam along the surface of his pupils. "He's already within the change!"

"Damn it!" Crawford hissed, not taking the time to call for the elevator, beginning his desperate run up the stairs to hopefully stop his fellow assassin before he harmed his smaller lover.

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Farfarello sensed his lover's distress just as Crawford pounded up the last flight of stairs. "Farfarello!" Crawford yelled, his words needless as Farfarello keyed in the access code to his room, forcing his way into the room and slamming it shut behind him without a moment's hesitation.

"NO!" Matsumo warned, quickly intercepting the precog before he did something foolhardy, namely getting himself killed . "There's nothing else you can do!"

"He'll kill Ken!"

"No he won't! He may be within the change, but he is still able to recognize Ken!"

Crawford cursed colorfully, resisting the temptation to shove the smaller man away. "Then what is he going to do to Ken?!"

Matsumo bit his lip. "Farfarello will be able to mediate everything since a shapeshifter's change is similar to what demons go through, whether they shift into their beast form or not. The only way to appease Schuldich's 'pain', if you will, is through either violence or sex." The blue-eyed man looked up to meet the precog's startled brown eyes. "Guess which one the man has chosen?" Matsumo sighed at the man's hard look, shaking his head as he released the precog and walked past the man.

"Where are you going?" Crawford demanded.

"I have something I need to do." Matsumo looked over his shoulder and offered the man a small smile. "Don't worry, I'll be back eventually."

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"Farfarello!" Ken gasped from underneath his longhaired lover, cringing back against the mattress beneath the man's weight. He swallowed heavily at the hot weight of Schuldich's mouth pressed just above his adam's apple, choking on a small cry as teeth were clamped down on his neck, stilling his small struggles.

A deep furious snarl broke through Ken's chaotic thoughts as he watched Farfarello pounce upon the telepath and slam his fist along Schuldich's temple, the telepath landing on his side on the opposite end of the bed. Ken was horrified at the demon's sudden attack, worried that he had killed his other lover until Schuldich hissed furiously rising onto his hands and knees, hair hanging around his face adding a slightly feral look to him as he snarled up at the demon.

"Fool!" Farfarello snarled at the telepath, his own teeth lengthened and face thinning within his fury. "You do no good by harming any lover through such actions." When Schuldich made a slight move towards both of them with a deep snarl Farfarello screamed, the sound rivaling that of a large predator. Schuldich cringed back from the sudden sound, grudgingly recognizing the dominant figure.

"Ken." Farfarello's voice startled the brunette, the demon not taking his eyes off of Schuldich's crouched form. "You know what needs to be done."

Ken paled slightly, catching Farfarello's intentions through their bond. "Farfarello…"

"There's no other way. If sex is not initiated, then there will be violence. I do not wish for either of us or any of the others to be physically harmed from something we could have stopped."

"b-But what if Schuldich doesn't hold back?"

"He won't hurt you." With a lasting baring of teeth Farfarello towards the telepath the pale demon slowly leaned over Ken, pressing the man down against the mattress. "I won't let him hurt you. Schuldich may be dominant to you since you willingly allow him to be, but I am dominant to him. He will merely observe us until you are ready for actual intercourse with him. It is the only way to avoid unnecessary pain." Farfarello pressed his lips to Ken's, hands brushing the man's trembling form. "Don't be afraid, angel."

Ken gulped slightly even as Farfarello skimmed warm lips along his face. :I don't think I'm afraid, I just don't know how I'll react to this…: He wondered thoughtfully, shuddering when Farfarello's lips closed over his earlobe, teasing the small piece of flesh. Ken found his hands tangling themselves within the man's short hair as Farfarello's head traveled down to the center of his chest and downward, the feel of lips and teeth raising small red marks across his skin. Ken couldn't hold back a small cry of surprise as he felt another body press up next to him, the empath tilting his head to meet the steady amber gaze of his other lover. Ken drew in a deep hissing breath when he felt Farfarello begin to tug down the waistband of his sweatpants, his small cry muffled when Schuldich pressed his lips to Ken's. Ken gasped softly at the strong and heady taste of his lover, the unintentional opening of his mouth eagerly accepted by the telepath, his tongue sliding inside to caress every available portion of Ken's mouth. Lips skimmed along his navel at the same time Schuldich's sharp teeth nipped along Ken's jaw and neck, the empath squirming and writhing from the multiple areas of his body being so expertly teased.

When Schuldich's teeth began to bit down onto Ken's neck Farfarello raised his head and snarled at the newly awakened shapeshifter, his growl a silent wordless warning as to whom was leading the foreplay. Schuldich pulled his teeth back from Ken's neck, opting to return to Ken's mouth, drawing the empath's tongue into his mouth and teasing it with his own. Ken flicked his tongue shyly against Schuldich's, the man purring against the empath's hesitant touch, a slim hand trailing up and down Ken's chest with nails that were ever so slightly lengthened.

<Ken> Farfarello's mental voice caused Ken to startle slightly, Schuldich's nails leaving fine trails of pink-tinged skin from the empath's sudden jerking motion, <The only way to soothe Schuldich's heat and pain for the time being is to draw blood>

:Won't I be at risk at possibly becoming a shapeshifter even if he uses his teeth?: Ken asked hesitantly, his mouth currently occupied with his other lover.

Not that he minded. Shameless of him, but damn, no one could say he wasn't truthful.

<You won't be. As a Healer there is no possibility of you receiving any risk of turning into a shapeshifter since your abilities will diminish the risk before it even passes through your bloodstream> Farfarello answered silently, his teeth pressing into Ken's side.

Ken swallowed shakily pulling his mouth away from Schuldich's, face flushed from the decision he was going to make. Gathering his courage Ken tilted his head so that his face lay facing Schuldich, baring the other side of his throat to the telepath. Ken couldn't hold back a sharp cry when Farfarello's teeth sank into his side, the demon laying a scarred hand upon Ken's chest to keep him still so that the empath would not injure himself by jerking around too much. As soon as Farfarello bit into Ken's flesh Schuldich mirrored the same action on Ken's presented throat. He eagerly swallowed the small trickles of hot blood flowing out of the wound, hand cupping the back of Ken's head as the empath arched his neck against the double sensation of both of his lovers drawing blood from his willing form.

After perhaps no more than a minute Farfarello was the first to pull away, his tongue flicking across the wound on Ken's side helping to clean away the small droplets of blood as the wound swiftly sealed over. Schuldich pulled away soon after, curiously watching the wound on the empath's neck seal over while his tongue skimmed across his lips wiping away the small film of blood.

Ken panted softly from the lasting sensations, not resisting even if he wanted to as Farfarello rose from the bed momentarily allowing Schuldich's hands and mouth to roam freely over Ken. Schuldich eagerly rolled on top of Ken as Farfarello wandered a small distance away, hips separating Ken's as he pressed both of their bodies together groin to groin. Ken shuddered at the hard feel of his lover rocking against him, hands clutching at Schuldich's shoulders as his body was jolted effortlessly from every thrust the telepath made. Farfarello returned soon after with the tube of lubricant purposely left in the bathroom, pleased to see that Schuldich was not harming the shorter empath with his sexual actions. Schuldich moved out of the way as Farfarello took his place against Ken, the demon pressing his lips to Ken's in an effort to distract him as the last of their clothing were finally removed. This was the first time in over a month that any of them had gone without an article of clothing. In slight embarrassment for his lack of dress Ken wound his arms around Farfarello's neck and hid his face against the man's neck as the demon pulled both of them onto their knees, the Berserker murmured small words of encouragement to the timid empath. Ken slowly began to lose his embarrassment, loosening his tight grip on the demon to slowly begin exploring the pale demon's chest with his fingertips, biting his lip as he touched a few of the many scars that covered the demon. The empath moaned softly in sympathy for the deep scars across the demon's chest, lips skimming over the various scars.

Farfarello almost fumbled his grip on the tube of lubricant at Ken's hesitant exploring touches, one pale hand twisting open the top of the tube and gathering a generous amount, coating his fingers with the slick liquid. He placed the tube down so that his other hand could rub up and down Ken's back to try to soothe Ken's tightening muscles as the demon carefully traced the rim of Ken's entrance, finally inserting the tip of one finger past the stubborn rim of muscle. Ken flinched visibly, not sure what to take out of the new sensation and touch that extended inside of him. Farfarello carefully slid his finger even further searching for that small area inside of Ken that would provide him with an indescribable amount of pleasure.

Ken whimpered as Farfarello's finger passed over a spot inside of him, electricity seeming to tingle throughout his body from that one touch. Ken tilted his head back lips pressing against Farfarello's as the demon's finger began to move inside of him sliding in and out with each fluid motion. Arms wound once again around the demon's neck as a second finger joined the first, the empath mewling into Farfarello's mouth as he was rocked mentally and physically from the mounting pleasure.

<Slow, take it slow> Farfarello reminded himself heatedly, repeating quietly that Ken was a virgin. He carefully removed his fingers from inside of Ken, laying the shorter man down upon his back. Ken sank back against the soft pillows and mussed blankets, eyes not leaving Farfarello's as the demon reached once again for the tube of lubricant. The snap of the tube's top seemed extremely loud throughout the room, the brunette unintentionally glancing down to finally witness Farfarello applying a generous amount of lubricant onto his pale shaft. :Shit! I don't know if he'll be able to fit!: Ken thought worriedly.

Farfarello chuckled at catching the empath's thoughts, tossing the tube to the side once he was finished with it. He slid closer to Ken hands tilting the empath's thighs back so that the tip of his shaft was pressed to Ken's entrance. Keeping his eyes locked with Ken's Farfarello began to slowly and carefully slide into the man, watching as Ken's face tightened perceptively with pain, tears managing to leak out of the corner of his eyes.

Ken whimpered slightly against the burning pain of Farfarello's shaft sliding inside of him, feeling as if he were being split in two. He closed his eyes and his hands clenched against the back of Farfarello's neck, body spasming from the small desire to try to push the man off of him. The empath's previous courage was slowly beginning to melt away, fear of the sudden pain wiping away any thoughts of possibly continuing any further.

"Hush." Farfarello shushed Ken's soft pained cries, lips tracing the tears that escaped the empath. He stopped short of sliding all the way into Ken, holding back to allow the smaller man to adjust. Schuldich shifted restlessly beside them sensing the fear and pain emanating from their smaller lover.

"It hurts!" Ken gasped, burying his face against Farfarello's broader shoulder. Farfarello was patient and considerate of the empath's pain, releasing soothing pulses of sensation through their bond, Schuldich mimicking the demon's actions through his own mental connection. Ken's soft sounds of pain slowly began to lessen, shoulders slumping ever so slightly from their tensed and aching position as his body began to adjust to Farfarello's weight on top of him and the shaft buried deep inside of him.

Once sure that Ken was now ready Farfarello slid all the way inside of the smaller man shifting Ken's body so that his thighs were pressed against his sides. Ken gasped against the small shift, the ebbing pain replaced by a pulsing pleasure that made Ken shiver from the intense heat of it. His hips jerked reflexively against the shock of pleasure, forcing out a small heated cry from the demon above him. Schuldich moaned softly in frustration where he lay beside the two joined lovers, wanting to act out all the heat and lust burning inside of him yet knowing that one wrong move would invoke retaliation from the more dominant lover. Catching the ebbing and pulsing traces of Schuldich's frustration Ken managed to reach out with his right hand and clasp it to the telepath's. The touch of skin to skin allowed Schuldich to feel what the empath was feeling as Farfarello began to move in and out of Ken's body, the simple action of the demon rotating his hips enough to make Ken's gaze swim. Schuldich's body jerked from the sensations that Ken transmitted through their skin contact, muscles straining against the pleasure and the coiling strength of his beast writhing and snarling inside of him wishing to tears its way out. Both of the long-haired men cried out in unison, Ken linking the fingers of his other hand with Farfarello's, the demon pressing their hands near Ken's head, the empath effectively held in place from both of his grips on both of his lovers.

"You…" Farfarello murmured as he moved inside of the empath, watching the man's face twist and shift with every move across that small spot of pleasure inside of him, "Are the one…that leads us through the Darkness; the small Light within the Shadows." Ken moaned questioningly at the sound of Farfarello's words, not truly able to grasp the meaning of what the demon was saying. He mewled loudly into the demon's mouth as their lips were almost meshed together as one living and breathing being, tongue entwining with his pale lover. Ken was only able to keep his eyes closed momentarily against such heady sensations, finally opening his eyes so that velvet brown met black and gold.

"And when Light meets Darkness," Farfarello's thrusts quickened and deepened as he spoke, eyes glowing as Ken threw back his head with a wordless cry from the physical sensations and spoken words from his demon lover, "The heart seems to stumble and your breath becomes so still, yet you have never felt so alive." (1)

"Farfarello-" Ken gasped, tilting his head back as his lover's lips trailed down to brush along his collarbone, his other hand tracing along the sensitive skin of the empath's chest before finally skimming over one nipple and teasing it until it grew hard. Farfarello's laughter rumbled deep within his chest, watching as Ken writhed and shuddered beneath him, the darker and most malevolent part of him finding sheer joy in driving the smaller man to the point of losing control over his own body beneath the touch of his lover. A demon defiling his angel. Possibly one of the most delicious yet most sinful experiences in existence, even when the angel whimpered and cried out in ecstasy, face flushed and hair splaying out in wanton abandonment.

"Please..please…please-PLEASE!!" Ken pleaded endlessly, climax slowly approaching as Farfarello's thrusts became almost spasmadic. The empath's mouth opened in a soundless scream as Farfarello's hand grasped his shaft pumping the sensitive flesh in exact sequence with his thrusts. Ken finally reached that summit of pleasure, throwing his head back as he cried out in sheer bliss, hands clenching tight, the brunette distantly recognizing the similar cries from his redheaded lover, although there were numerous growls and snarls mingled in with the telepath's cries. Ken collapsed against the bed groaning weakly as Farfarello continued to move inside of him, small shivering tendrils of pleasure trailing throughout his body from the demon's thrusts. Four more thrusts and Farfarello came inside of Ken, the empath wiggling his hips against the unusual heat inside of him from the demon's release. Farfarello collapsed on top of Ken, burying his face into the empath's neck, hiding away his shifting features as well as the teeth that lengthened and threatened to cut his own lips. Both lovers tried to regain their breath, Ken almost purring from the heat surrounding him from his lover on top of him as well as inside of him.

Farfarello growled softly against Ken's neck, slowly willing his power back inside of him as he lightly kissed the soft skin of the empath. Ken gasped as Farfarello finally slid out of him, biting back a low groan of dismay from the empty feeling inside of him.

"Ah! Farfarello!" He cried out as the demon rolled both of them so that Ken lay on top of the pale demon. Ken looked down at his lover beneath him until he felt the firm press of another body behind him. Farfarello's smirk somewhat appeased Ken's slight doubt, the empath fighting back a small gasp of surprise when Schuldich lay almost on top of him, the telepath's face pressed alongside Ken's. Ken barely muffled a scream as Schuldich suddenly entered him, the touch not painful but much sharper from the different angle of entrance. Ken's arms shook visibly beneath him. "I don't think I can hold myself up." Ken said honestly, expecting to collapse bonelessly any second.

Schuldich took care of the problem fairly quickly. He rolled over into a sitting position, remarkably keeping Ken in place while remaining buried inside of the empath. Ken trembled slightly when Schuldich's legs propped Ken's wide open, the telepath's knees easily keeping the empath's legs separated and the man's body perfectly available to whatever movement he acted upon it. Ken leaned back against Schuldich's chest, hair tangling with fire-red, hand coming up to grip the telepath's shoulder while his other grasped one of Schuldich's knees. One of Schuldich's arms wrapped firmly around Ken's waist while his other lay on top of where Ken's hand rested on his knee, the telepath nipping firmly against Ken's nape without breaking the skin. Even without his enhanced abilities courtesy of his shapeshifter strength or flexibility, Schuldich was a master at handling his own body, easily lifting his hips so that he pushed further into the empath. He grinned against Ken's nape as the smaller man's body shuddered and writhed from the telepath's shaft buried deep inside of him.

Farfarello laid upon the bed in casual bliss mindless of his own nudity. His head was propped up by one hand as he silently observed his two lovers, his own body responding eagerly at the sight of both of the men sharing their pleasure. To him it was quiet an erotic yet beautiful sight, watching two bodies move together as one, voices crying out and limbs glistening from sweat and other bodily fluids.

But then, demons always did learn to appreciate everything, even the most carnal of appetites.

Ken whined softly from a particularly deep penetrating thrust, head tilting back as Schudlich moved inside of him. Schudlich eagerly claimed the empath's lips, tasting and nibbling at any available flesh presented to him. The empath whimpered as a firm hand closed over his shaft, driving him to the point of climax with ease, the man shuddering and crying out from his release, the sharp sounds spilling down the telepath's throat. Schuldich laughed deeply, continuing to move inside of the empath, drawing small cries and gasps from the empath since the telepath's lust wasn't easily extinguished.

The brunette pulled his mouth away from the telepath's, drawing in shaky gasps of air, head falling back against Schuldich's shoulder, his body weak and almost limp from having climaxed twice while his lover still continued on strong.

:…Farfarello?…: Ken asked questioningly as the demon shifted to sit upon his knees in between the empath's legs, the demon smirking as the empath cried out as he pressed himself fully against Ken's front. Schuldich and Farfarello shared an amused smirk as the empath responded to both of his lovers, Farfarello pushing up against Ken so that their shafts were pressed to one another, the friction of skin upon skin making Ken's gaze almost spark. As the pale demon moved against Ken, thrusting their hips together, Farfarello ran teeth and lips across the empath's chest, testing which areas brought out the loudest cries from his empath lover. Schuldich timed his thrusts to when Farfarello's hips pulled back, both taller lovers seeming to have some perverse desire to drive Ken almost to the point of madness from having both of his lovers tormenting him so well.

Ken buried his face against Farfarello's shoulder as he felt climax beginning to approach yet again, the empath not sure if he could truly handle it. His pleading cries fell upon mute ears as Farfarello merely increased the pressure of his thrusts and Schuldich grasped the empath's thighs and tilted him so that that brunette's prostate was struck from an even more piercing angle. Farfarello practically devoured Schuldich's mouth as the demon came at the same time Ken did, the telepath purring deeply into the demon's mouth, equally as voracious towards the demon's mouth as he came as well. The two lovers were not fearful of the damage of not holding back teeth and power as their mouths clashed. Blood was spilled from the lengthened teeth, but both older lovers merely licked away the trails of blood, their touches apologetic towards the other's small cuts.

Ken shuddered as Schuldich's shaft continued to pulse inside of him, heat filling him from the telepath's spent release. Since both older lovers had had sex with the younger one it was not surprising that their release trickled out of Ken's entrance when Schuldich finally pulled out of the smaller man, both men delighting in how Ken shifted uncomfortably from the slight soreness and dampness. Farfarello snagged Ken before he could rise and attempt to clean himself off, pulling the empath to lie down in the middle of the bed, Schuldich pressed along Ken's back, face tired and relaxed, the change finally drawing back inside of the man. Amber eyes shifted back into emerald green, the telepath blinking as he finally gaining control. "What have I done?" Schuldich asked softly.

Farfarello smirked, running a scarred hand through the telepath's hand. "Something quite pleasant, actually."

The telepath sifted through Farfarello's thoughts, slowly mirroring the demon's pleased expression.

"Oh sure, laugh. You're not the one that's sore." Ken muttered dryly, hips shifting against the slight yet almost pleasant ache, the dampness still present around his entrance and his thighs.

Farfarello chuckled, lips brushing across Ken's. "Don't be so concerned. Both of us have marked you in so many different ways." The demon chuckled at Ken's dubious glare. "You seemed to enjoy it quite well."

Farfarello and Schuldich couldn't hold back their laughter as Ken tried to smother himself beneath the blankets, the empath holding a pillow over his face to try to hide the mournfully red flush across his face.

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"Eindringling! Eindringling! Klingen Sie die Warnung! (Intruder! Intruder! Sound the alarm!)" A voice shouted throughout the Kritiker base, voice shattering into a scream as an explosion rocked the many levels above and beneath ground, security officials and other workers of the base tossed through the air screaming as the explosion tore apart the base.

The head of security cursed as he ran through another damaged hallway, short red hair tinged gray from the large amount of ash, barely dodging out of the way as a burning section of the ceiling collapsed. "Wo ist die Hölee Sicherheit?! (Where the hell is security?!)" He skidded to a halt, momentarily realizing that he and the few standing security officials were shouting in German, most of the workers throughout the base only able to speak Japanese and a few English. A majority of security officials ranged from their homeland in Germany since Kritiker had come to the conclusion that European forces would be necessary to add to their own military forces. Along with this knowledge was the fact that by sheer luck most of his associates ranging from Germany were very skilled in their expertise of combat, either hand-to-hand or when handling weapons.

"Damn it." The man cursed, his accent noticeable as he shouted in Japanese. "Head to the evacuation area! All civilians retreat to the evacuation area!"

"There is no need for that." A voice interrupted the man's shouting.

The man cried out as pain shot through the back of his head, knees buckling as he collapsed onto the ground.

Auge stood above the human, blindly looking down through the purple strip of cloth. "None of you will die today. Be thankful that I can be merciful."

Auge peered up towards the ceiling, his gaze easily discerning that his target had managed to escape. The woman known as Manx had been led to safety by her associate Birman, both women fleeing the area after directing others humans to retreat from the immediate area.

Well then, Geist would just have to deal with the fact of not having the main individual with complete knowledge of Kritiker.

It wasn't his problem.

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Matsumo coughed softly, lungs not liking the bitter tang of all the smoke and dust. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, moving through various debris and rubble. Whenever he came across any humans who were injured the telepath did his best to direct them to safety or pull them away from any danger, usually leaving the injured within the care of those capable of walking.

After managing to lose his sense of direction twice, Matsumo was sure that he'd never find his way back to the exit. Finally becoming frustrated he grabbed the broken chalky material upon the floor and made several marks on the wall, knowing that he'd at least figure out if he had passed through the same damn hallway three times!

Right when Matsumo was running out of material to mark his path, the telepath rounded another corner and was met with a familiar sight.

Auge stood with his back to Matsumo, clearly taking in his surroundings, seeming to decide which hallway he wished to pass through.

Matsumo wasn't too sure which hallway he would want to go down, the hallway on the left covered in flames or the one on the right with large pieces of concrete falling off from the ceiling.

Matsumo hesitated slightly, unsure as to if he was doing the right thing. Swallowing his fear he took a step forward, wincing as a dry piece of tile cracked beneath his foot.

Auge whirled around, facing Matsumo.

The braided man forced back a small groan of dismay, courage fading beneath the blind stare of his lover. "Hello Auge." He managed without stumbling over the words.

Auge appeared to frown thoughtfully, staring at the shorter man. He shifted ever so slightly, almost a nonchalant movement. Matsumo knew better. During their time as lovers it was a characteristic move for Auge to shift slightly before pouncing, essentially onto his surprised lover, usually with a convenient bed nearby.

Matsumo couldn't help grinning at that stray thought, his smile confusing his dark-haired lover. "You should know the dangers of coming within my reach, Matsumo." Auge said softly, carefully observing his lover's every move.

The braided man nodded his head at the fair warning. He bit his lip thoughtfully. "I have a proposition for you, Auge."

Auge chuckled, clearly intrigued. "A proposition?"

Matsumo nodded. "An acquaintance of mine that I just met told me that I do not understand anything about a demon's nature."

"You were afraid of me." The memory was obviously still raw and somewhat painful for Auge to bring up.

"My cowardice and confusion did not help. I ran without looking back, something I do regret."

"…Why are you here, Matsumo?"

"I want to understand you, Auge, and hopefully make up for every wrong that I have done towards you. They say a demon acts upon his instincts and loves the taste of chasing its prey." Matsumo spread his arms out, tilting his head to peer at his taller lover. "Show me the demon inside of you, Auge. Catch me, and I am yours."

Matsumo didn't wait for Auge's reaction, clearly knowing how much speed and power the demon possessed. He ran swiftly, twisting his way around various debris and running down the hallways he had marked, following the trail towards the outside of the base, taking their chase elsewhere away from prying eyes.

The ground rushed by swiftly beneath his feet, Matsumo losing his sense of direction as he practically flew across land, finally stumbling across a small abandoned shrine. While trying to catch his breath Matsumo entered the shrine and wove his way through the crumbling remains of the building, fingers absently trailing across broken screen doors and frail calligraphy upon the walls that told stories of those who had previously occupied this once previous sanctum.

The soft fall of footsteps alerted Matsumo that Auge was near, the demon purposely allowing a small amount of noise so that his smaller lover would hear him closing in. Matsumo shivered in trepidation and a strange sense of elation, once again running, losing himself within the various hallways.

//So this is the feeling of being chased// Matsumo wondered idly. //It's almost the same as when I first met Auge, yet there seems to be more at stake//

In a strange sense of abandonment that confused his own mind Matsumo almost tore his hairpiece out, tossing it behind him as a marker for his lover, relishing the feel of his long hair spilling out and twisting behind him as he ran. He ran down another hallway, turned left, darted inside of a nearby room, dashed through a doorway off to his right.

Matsumo stumbled slightly as his lungs ached from running, adrenaline slowly losing its strength throughout his body. He gasped softly for air, hands on his knees as he bent down to try to dispel his dizziness from lack of air. After a few hasty seconds he felt better, rising to his feet once again-

"The chase is already won, Matsumo." Auge purred from behind him, arms wrapping around the surprised telepath, capturing the smaller man's wrists and clasping the man's bound limbs against his chest. "You cannot escape from my Soul Seer eyes. You knew that and yet you still ran." Matsumo shuddered as sharp teeth bit into his shoulder, back pressed flush to Auge's chest, practically dangling above the ground from Auge's superior height advantage.

Matsumo sighed softly, neither in despair or anger. He tilted his head so that he rubbed his cheek against Auge's chest, closing his eyes as Auge's grip tightened. "As agreed, you have won the chase." He gasped as he was spun around and pressed against a nearby wall, looking up as his lover almost ripped the strip of purple cloth away from his eyes, the familiar burning red gaze almost causing Matsumo to cry in happiness at seeing those familiar eyes.

"And as agreed…" Auge growled, one hand snaking down beneath Matsumo's thigh, lifting the man's leg up to allow him to press fully against the telepath, watching as Matsumo bit back a small cry from the sudden touch of their hips pressed together, "You are mine."

"I have always been yours, Auge." Matsumo said brokenly, tilting his head back from the intense heat and power between their bodies, traces of power curling around both men, recognizing both individual powers even after so long.

"Then I shall take what is mine then." Auge whispered, Matsumo looking up to see Auge's ruby gaze shift to the burning white with sapphire pupils, the Soul Seer eyes. Matsumo shifted restlessly as Auge's canine teeth lengthened ever so slightly, one of the few times the telepath had ever witnessed Auge's human features slip away.

"What are you doing?" Matsumo asked, surprisingly curiously in his situation, not sure what to anticipate from his lover.

"I will mark you as mine once again. It is only fair since you tried to stay away from me for so long." Auge bent his head down, lips pressing teasingly to Matsumo's, "Do you disagree with this, Moon Child?"

Matsumo shook his head, steadying himself from his awkward position by wrapping his arms around Auge's chest, the inside of his thigh that was pressed against Auge's side almost tingling from the press of solid skin and Auge's hand supporting his leg. Auge shifted his head to trail his lips along the left side of Matsumo's neck where the telepath's neck met his shoulders. A warning growl was the only thing Matsumo heard before teeth sank into the tender skin, Matsumo shouting wordless against the sudden pain.

Auge pressed Matsumo fully against the wall, his other hand tilting the man's head back, lips closing over flesh so that the blood spilling out of the wound would not be wasted. He felt Matsumo shiver against him as the pain slowly faded, replaced by an almost aching sort of pleasure that made the telepath's limbs grow weak.

Matsumo bit his lip, clenching his eyes as Auge rocked against him, the demon's body almost starved for the touch of his smaller lover, Matsumo willingly and eagerly giving himself to Auge's advances. This was a small price to pay for his past foolishness, and Matsumo would willingly do anything for his lover to make amends.

Auge finally pulled away, teeth sliding out coated in blood, lips damp with the sweet fluid. He languidly licked at the damp wound until the blood flow diminished, making sure that the wound would heal over nicely. Even if no physical scar were left upon Matsumo's neck, there would always be a flaring mark upon that area, one that Auge could see with his Soul Seer eyes and any other creatures of power could not ignore the mark of ownership.

Matsumo squirmed as Auge collapsed against him, the telepath turning his head away so he wouldn't be smothered. "You're heavy." He gasped.

The longhaired man would have stumbled if he could have when he heard the small breathless laughter emanating from his lover.

"You-You're drunk!" Matsumo yelped, gasping as he was tugged against his demon lover, wrapping his arms around Auge's neck as he was spun around in circles, growing dizzy as he clutched desperately at his lover.

Auge chuckled, for the first time in so long he smiled genuinely, holding his lover to him and never wanting to let go. "I'm drunk with pleasure and blood. What more could a demon ask for?"

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Blut hardly looked up at Geist when the man entered, the demon currently sprawled out in a comfortable chair.

"Auge has betrayed you." Blut said simply.

Geist looked at the demon. "I expected as much, once he managed to reclaim his lover."

"Will you let him go then?"

"If he does not interfere with my plans."

"I can understand why Auge would want his lover back." Blut's smile was dark, eyes alight with glee as he pictured Matsumo's face. "I wouldn't mind spending some time alone with that man. His features and personality are so delicate and delicious. Makes me want to devour him alive."

Geist smirked at the man. "Perhaps if you kill Auge you'll get your chance."

"Pft." Blut flicked his hand dismissively, secretly not wishing to admit that he stood no chance against the Reaper. "Like that mongrel would let me near his precious lover." Blut appeared thoughtful, fingertips tapping against his lips. He glanced up at Geist with a serious yet amused gaze. "I can see why Matsumo and Ken attract so many demons to them."

"Light calls do Darkness. People like us can't help but want to warm our dark hearts within their warmth." Geist answered.

"So what now? We're one man short."

Geist smiled viciously. "Perhaps it is time to release your brother."

Blut rolled his eyes, sighing as he rose to his feet. "Oh joy."

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Deep within the darkest corners and shrouded hallways, Blut finally approached a thick metal door covered in thick beams of metal, no bars or slits within the door to allow any light inside. Blut casually slid the key in, turning the piece of metal, hearing the rusted groan as the lock turned.

Gears shifted and heavy metal bars slid away, no longer locking the door in place.

Not surprising, since the door hadn't been opened in twenty years.

The door handle almost broke beneath his grip as Blut pulled the door open with a painful screech of metal, his feet crunching over the dirty ground of the cell, occasionally stepping over broken bones that had been previous meals for his brother.

There was no light within the cell, yet Blut could easily see the chained individual on one side of the cell opposite of the door.

Wut, Blut's older brother, looked up at the intruder, shoulder-length red hair matted to his face, a thick black strip of hair adorning the left side of his face.

While both brothers were twins even with the same style of hair, there was a large difference between the two.

Blut's eyes were black, sometimes sparking with madness but usually burning with a deep cool knowledge of the world around him.

Wut's eyes were red, dim of an individual's thoughts, blank of morality and conscious. Those dead eyes stared up at Blut dispassionately, Wut's breathing even and deep through the various holes applied to the metal muzzle around his mouth, the thick strips of metal extending to wrap around the back of his head. Thick bands of metal were wrapped around his wrists and forearms, the chains extending into not only the walls but also deep into the floor. Wut wore a uniform similar in design to Blut's but instead being entirely red, Wut's uniform was black.

"Hello Wut." Blut greeted sarcastically, barely avoiding not flinching as his brother rushed him, pulled to a stop by the chains a mere two inches from his face. Blank red eyes suddenly flared with life and recognition, a deep hiss filtering through the muzzle as the madness slowly seeped into his elder brother's gaze.

"Brother." Wut's voice was a deep rusty growl, the sound enough to make any human tremble in trepidation.

But Blut wasn't human, now, was he?

"Are you hungry, brother?" Blut asked, watching as red eyes widened slightly in surprise, then narrowed thoughtfully.

"I hunger." Wut hissed.

"Then it's time to feed, big brother." Blut reached behind Wut's head, hands easily unlatching his fellow demon's muzzle, the scrap of metal crashing onto the ground. The chains came next, crumbling onto the dank ground.

Strong hands grasped Blut's head, long nails almost biting into his flesh as one hand gripped his jaw and the other the back of his neck. Wut stood at his full height, easily towering over his little brother. Wut peered into Blut's forced blank gaze, amused that he could still incite fear into his brother.

He ran his hands almost delicately along Blut's jaw, fingers curling through the strands of Blut's hair. "Feed me, brother. My hunger is strong." A long almost serpent-like tongue flicked out of Wut's mouth, the damp tongue tasting the skin of Blut's face, the smaller demon flinching at the touch.

"You do remember that I have no quarrels of tasting the flesh of my own family." Wut whispered solemnly, tongue flicking back inside the cavern of his mouth, full lips pulled into a deep smile, revealing alabaster white teeth that would make any wolf proud.

Blut barely resisted the desire to try to jerk against Wut's strong grip. "How could I forget when you attacked me?"

Wut chuckled deeply. "You know the price for ignoring my hunger." Wut playfully shoved Blut away, the smaller demon crashing against the wall outside of the cell, gasping as he collapsed onto the ground from the sheer strength of his brother's shove.

And his brother had been only teasing.

Wut slowly exited his cell, bending his head to avoid hitting it on top of the doorframe, blinking rapidly against the amount of light outside of the dank darkness that he had spent so long within. Wut glanced down at his little brother as he strode past, leaving the smaller man behind to trail after him, Blut grumpily relaying information as to what Geist was planning.

Geist…Wut smirked darkly. That man in infuriating. He has no real ability other than the power to enter one's mind and to nullify another's abilities so that they had no affect on him.

Empathy, telepathy, Telekinetics. None worked on Geist.

That was why Geist was known as a 'Ghost', incapable of being harmed by the use of one's enhanced abilities.

Only raw physical strength could kill the man.

Wut chuckled darkly. From what he had managed to gather from his little brother's words, Geist was hoping to possibly attain a lover known as Hidaka Ken.

Wut couldn't help but follow Blut's description of the empath, enjoying the description of the man's features.

This would be fairly interesting. Wut did plan to kill Geist eventually, becoming bored beneath the man's containment of him, holding Wut back from whatever he wished to do with his own abilities.

Wut would enjoy killing Geist.

It would only be fair to see what Geist's little resistant lover had to offer once Wut was finished.

Wut grinned sardonically, strolling casually through the hallways as if he were walking through a park on a sunny day.

Ah yes, it was good to be out of that cell.

So much to do, so little time.

He did indeed hunger.

But Wut was a creature of many tastes. He certainly did enjoy the taste of flesh and blood, preferably while his prey was still alive.

But the taste of fear and helplessness, of resistance and unwanted submission…

Now that, Wut certainly enjoyed.

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Author's Note: Wut has finally been introduced. I hope to hear what readers thought of him.

I also hope readers enjoyed that Auge and Matsumo are together again, and perhaps those who haven't read my side fic will be interested in reading what went on between the two men. ^__^

(1) Yes, I came up with that sentence, 'The heart seems to stumble and your breath becomes so still, yet you have never felt so alive'. It's actually written in a poem and song that I have written as well. Hah! I can be creative!