Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Restraint ❯ Protector ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Warnings: Beware. Lemon-limish scene. Semi non con. Angst. Nasty stuff.

Notes: Well, Pi-chan's not here to help, so I get to do it all on my own!! The plots getting even more twisted folks, so have fun!

Soundtrack: Ava Adore - Smashing Pumpkins, Too Bad - Nickleback, High - Stabbing Westward, Freak on a Leash - NIN

No Restraint

Nagi awoke slowly. That in itself made no sense to him. He always awoke with a start. But his lids felt heavy. It had been... years... since he'd woken up like this... and then he'd been drugged...

That thought in itself made him open his eyes lazily. White. White everywhere. Cold white. He hated white like that. It made him cold. Looking to the other side, though it made his head swim, he saw machines. Beeping machines. Machines with tubes -- tubes that appeared to be connected to his arm in an IV... A hospital. Lovely.

"Awake are you? Good. Now get up and get dressed. I'm not wasting anymore money on your foolishness." The voice was ice cold and hard as steel, demanding that Nagi turn to it's source. Brad Crawford stood beside his bed, sneering down at him. "Well?"

Nagi closed his eyes. "Shoot me if you want. I'm not moving. If I even felt like it, I would probably throw up." He used his power to shove weakly at Crawford, what was definitely against protocol. "If you wanted me to move, you should have watched the meds they put in me."

"Well then if you can't get up, everything you earn from future jobs will go to me to pay off your debt. Until you can leave Farfarello will be here to guard you. If you ever try another fool stunt like that and live, I'll allow Schuldich to tear your mind to shreads."

"I'd prefer it," Nagi replied softly. He swam in and out of consciousness for a while, how long, he didn't know. When he felt stable again, he opened his eyes -- and Crawford was still looming over him. Must not have been out of it very long, he thought.

"Until I return, you're not to address any one other than Farfarello. He will be answering your nurses and doctor's questions. We do not need you spilling information to get revenge." Crawford said matter of factly.

"Crawford, I don't care," Nagi said. "I just don't care. I can't believe it took me this long to pick up on it. I don't care anymore. I don't care what you think, I don't care what Schuldich thinks, I don't care when I go home, I don't really care about anything."

"Whether that's true or not has no weight here. You will obey orders, or what your suffered at Schuldich's hands won't be half as bad compared to what I'll deal out." Then the American left the room.

Nagi closed his eyes again. He really didn't see what was keeping him from deactivating the heart monitor, ripping the bandage that he knew was there off his arm, and reopening the wound so that he bled until he died. The nurses made rounds -- he'd simply have to time it correctly. Fuck what Crawford said. Crawford didn't care about the good of the team. Crawford cared about himself. Nagi didn't really see why either. He knew Crawford was going to die. Crawford knew he was going to die. He knew how he was going to die. I don't see how accumulating money through illegal activity is going to change that, he thought.

Then another nurse came in and injected him, and Nagi passed out.

~*~

"Oh katschen..." Ken groaned as he heard the hated voice approaching.

"What do you want now?" Ken asked wearily. If there was anything he hated, it was a German accent. Because of everything that he associated with it, he didn't think he would ever be able to deal with people from Eastern Europe again.

Schuldich looked into the room, his usual smirk on his face. "You care about our little telekinetic, no? Well I'll make you a deal in return for his protection. How does that sound?" The red head slipped into the room, closing the door behind him.

Ken looked up warily. "What sort of deal?" he asked bluntly. "And why should I trust you? Unless you can make me believe you'll do what you say..." Ken didn't bother finishing his sentence. He knew the damned telepath was picking up on his thoughts anyway. He had less than no credibility with him. He'd better have something really good, or he'd really have to kiss ass to get him to believe anything at all.

"Brad's planning on punishing Nagi as soon as he's well enough to come home from that hospital. If you play your cards right, I can arrange for him to be otherwise preoccupied at the time, and to make him forget about punishing the kid. But that's if you play your cards right." The German smirked.

"What do you want?" Ken shouted. 'Come out and say it already!' he shouted in his mind, watching him wince. He smirked inwardly. It was nice to know that he could still do some damage -- even if it was only a scratch, it was nice to know.

"You." Schuldich drawled the word, watching the brunette in front of him pale, eyes widening.

"N-Nani..? Me? Why?!"

Schuldich raised an eyebrow. "Simply put, you're cute. And -- an added bonus -- you're a virgin. I want to see what I can do to you before you cry."

Ken's face was white beneath the grime that had accumulated over the several days of inprisonment. If he agreed, Nagi would be spared a punishment that he didn't deserve, yet he'd be sacrificing his last shred of dignity in order to acheive that... Ken didn't know what to do, or to say.

"And I get nothing from this. Right?" Ken asked flatly. What he really wanted at the moment, more than anything else -- he didn't even want food so much -- he wanted to wash. He wanted to be clean, take a shower. It had been so long since he'd been clean.

"Oh, you benefit from this. I'd rather not get some kind of disease from fucking you covered in filth." The smirk became nastier, if that was posible.

Ken fought to hold back a nasty chuckle. "I'd be likelier to catch something from you."

The red head growled, walking closer and backhanding Ken. "You'll watch what you say, or I'll make sure you're in a world of pain for the rest of your miserable life."

Ken shrugged, having no recourse. There were a hundred -- a thousand -- things he could have done to the telepath by now, if not chained to this miserable bed frame, and neither telepathy nor superhuman speed would have saved him. He knew it couldn't be forever until he died, or the situation was reversed. It was all a matter of patience.

"Do I get the opportunity to think it over?" he said, returning to the matter at hand.

"An hour." Schuldich smirked, then bent, crushing his lips against Ken's and forcing them apart, only to quickly pull away when the brunette tried to bite him. "Bad kitten." The smirk grew, as the German trailed his hand down Ken's nude body and squeezed his limp groin cruelly before backing away. "Clock's ticking, Kenken."

The brunette scowled furiously at the German. An hour to decide if he was going to be raped somewhat willingly or not, probably on what would become a regular basis, to save a younger, frailer, much less deserving boy from it. Even if, technically, the kid meant nothing to him... "What, are you going to stand here the entire time?" Ken snarled at the redhead.

"Nah. I have better things to do." Schuldich lifted two fingers in a mock salute, then slipped out of the room, his laughter echoing behind him.

Ken raised his hands, eyed the manacles on them yet again. Since Nagi had wrenched the chains holding his legs to the bedframe away with his powers, he had at least had that comfort, but still his arms were practically useless. What he wouldn't give to go for a run, or have a good session at the gym. What he wouldn't give for his own little flat again. What he wouldn't give for Aya's scowl, Omi's cheerful smile, Yohji's smirk...

What was he thinking?! They were as bad as Schwarz was, and yet he wanted to go back to them. But he knew, that if he tried, no matter what he told them or did for them, they'd kill him. He was stuck, with no lesser evil to choose. Either stay and let Schuldich fuck him in order to save Nagi, or return to Weiss and be killed... Ken had believed, up to this point, there was no god. But now -- now he knew it with a certainty. A god would have left him with more choices.

He considered. Short of the divine intervention he knew was not going to happen, nothing was saving him from anything. Shouldn't he at least try to keep somebody else from this... cynical despair? He never had been big on patience, never had been good at making decisions, and definitely never had been good at thinking things through. All of this, mixed in with the fact that he still had a bit of an altruistic nature, meant only one thing. He had already made his decision. "Schuldich!"

The German glanced in the door. He hadn't been far away, mainly drinking a beer in the hall while he waitied for the decision he knew would come sooner than the hour time limit. "Ja?"

Ken sighed, and looked away. "Can I at least shower first?"

"Of course." The red head sneered. "You reek." Walking across the room he unshackled Ken, stepping back quickly. He was no fool, and now that he was free Ken could try anything he wanted.

The brunette only stood, stretching in every way he could think of, regardless of opening wounds. It had been so long since he'd had the opportunity to use his legs. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked finally, defeated.

"Follow me." Turning, Schuldich walked from the room, still smirking.

Ken stood in the oddly pristine bathroom -- it seemed odd to him, he guessed, because he'd been in a room full of his own blood and shit and smell for the past... it seemed forever... He didn't even have to strip before bending to turn on the water. He held his hand under, adjusting the temperature, and, when he found it to his liking, stepped in and began to scrub vigorously. Schuldich leaned against the closed door, watching him. It unnerved Ken, to have the German standing there watching him, but the heat of the water cleaning his skin felt better, and he quickly forgot about the red head's presence.

His hair, soaked as it was, it hardly felt any different, it had been allowed to get so oily. He grabbed the shampoo, and scrubbed at his hair the way he had at the rest of him, until it was clean enough that he probably could have used it for a mirror once it dried. Then he rinsed, and did it again, just to feel the bubbles on his scalp. On the way, his arms brushed against the stubble on his chin -- if it grew out much more, he would have a full beard. He grimaced at the thought. He'd look like his father...

A rustle of fabric caught his attention, and Ken turned, far too late, as the German advanced towards the shower, nude, and most obviously aroused. "You've had long enough Hidaka. Time for your first... session." Ken leaned against the wall, pressing his hands against it. He really... had no idea what to expect. He supposed that was what Nagi had done to him, that one day, with his powers, and he had seen Schuldich do it to Nagi, but... to actually... actually have someone force their way into him... He didn't know what he was supposed to do, didn't know anything... it almost embarrassed him, how little he knew.

A mocking smirk curved the German's lips, but he didn't touch Ken right away, insted, stepping under the spray of water, letting it soak his hair and skin. "First rule. You do whatever I say, when I say it. Got that?" Ken nodded, completely out of his league. He didn't want to, not with that malicious look in Schuldich's eyes, but... He'd agreed. And a Hidaka always kept his word.

"Now, you're going to suck me off, while I wash my hair, little cat." Leaning around him, Schuldich grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squirting some onto his hand. "Then we'll see where this leads."

Ken nodded. He could at least do that. He thought he could, anyway, remembering Yuriko, and some of the things they'd done together... he knelt, and licked gingerly up the underside of Schuldich's cock, hating the taste and feel of it immediately. "You''ll need to do better than that." Schuldich's voice was disinterested as he masaged the shampoo into his hair and scalp.

Starting, Ken looked up at Schuldich. "How do you expect me to get it right the first time?" he asked acidly, before returning to task, and taking the head into his mouth.

"Haven't you ever jacked off? You can do better than that." The German's voice was still airy, and he didn't even bother to look at Ken, eyes closed. Glaring, Ken sucked, putting some more tentative effort into it, and flicked his tongue into the tiny slit, tasting precum and hating it. He took more into his mouth, careful not to use his teeth, as much as he was comfortable with. He felt strange, though, with nothing to do with his hands, and so he grabbed onto Schuldich's hips for lack of somewhere better to put them. Then he tried to relax his throat, and managed to take about three quarters of the length into his throat before feeling as though he would choke.

Above him, the red head murmured, but did nothing else, rinsing his hair and relathering it. "You know, that's not going to be enough." Annoyed, Ken started to pull up to reply verbally, but remembered that this was, after all, a telepath, and he didn't have to reply verbally. He answered mentally, 'I know,' and began to move his head, using his tongue and trying more pressure with his lips to see what sort of reaction that got him.

"Hn." Schuldich smirked, then tipped his head back to rinse his hair again, involuntarily releasing a small groan. "You're getting better, but still far from good." Ken grunted in frustration, acknowledgment, and annoyance all at once. He knew he wasn't any good at it. He didn't expect to be any good at it right away. Schuldich did not* have to keep pointing this out. If he did feel the need to keep it up, he could at least tell him what he was doing wrong, and what he could improve... He decided against a judicious use of teeth to get his point across, focussing instead on suction and rhythm and his use of tongue.

A hand tangled in his hair, edging his head into a slightly different angle. "Better." Schuldich leaned against the shower wall, watching the brunette at his groin with slit eyes. That was better, Ken supposed, than being told he still wasn't any good at it. He realized, with a start, that there were better things he could do with his hands, even if he didn't necessarily like it... He brought one hand around to cup gently at Schuldich's balls, which were slowly tightening, and the other wrapped around the shaft he couldn't get with his mouth, stimulating that. He wondered if that was any improvement.

"It is." Schuldich smirked at him. "You might want to try tonguing the slit too, you know." The German chuckled, half mocking him, but the other half... Ken couldn't recognise what was behind it.

Ken refrained from thinking anything about that, knowing that his thoughts were getting repetetive, and instead complied. He was probably, he thought bitterly, quite the toy. You didn't even have to break him to get him to do what you asked...

"What use is a broken toy, kitten?" The hand tangled in his hair, tugged him up off his knees, forcing him, to Ken's relie, to release the erection between his lips.

Ken shrugged. "You tell me," he answered. "I wouldn't know. I don't play with people like you."

Red hair fell forward as Schuldich dipped his head. "Oh, but playing with people like me can be so very, very, fun..." His lips descended on Ken,s pressing his lips open.

Ken submitted to the kiss, even opening his mouth to give Schuldich better access. He kept his hands at his sides, not really knowing what to do with them -- he'd never been very good at this sort of thing; it was probably better that he just really didn't try. And it was really sort of nice, standing here under the warm water, Schuldich kissing him...

Schuldich's tongue swept into his mouth, tasting of fine cigarettes and german beer, the taste both entoxicating, and enough to snap Ken back into his senses. 'What am I doing?!' He had a horrible thought. He liked kissing Schuldich.

What if he liked... well, what if he liked whatever else Schuldich was going to do to him? How could he like it? That was insane, even more important, absurd; he certainly couldn't like anything Schuldich did to him. But he... he liked kissing Schuldich... how could he hate him as much as he knew he did, and yet still like kissing him?

'Confused, kitten?' The mental voice was amused as Schuldich's tongue probed deeper into his mouth. 'Your body likes it, I can tell.' His tongue stroked against Ken's as one callused hand slid between them and wrapped around Ken's rapidly hardening erection.

Ken clutched frantically at anything he could find, to anchor himself to reality, to the fact that he hated this man, hated what Schuldich was and what he had done, to others as well as himself -- and the only thing he found to grasp was Schuldich himself. He let out a sob as he wrapped an arm around the taller man's neck, and the other hand threaded through Schuldich's free one. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work! It was supposed to be painful, he was supposed to not like it, it wasn't supposed to go like this!

A hoarse chuckle was his reply as the grip on his length shifted and tightened repeatedly. 'Relax kitten. Live a little.' Instead, he pulled away from Schuldich's mouth; he needed to breathe, needed it horribly, needed it much more than he should. And he felt like he was going to throw up. He wouldn't, there was nothing in his stomach to lose, but he knew that he would start retching soon anyway. Why did it feel so good? It almost panicked him. He was so confused. He hated it. Another husky chuckle, and the hand holding his unentangled itself. Ken's arm flailed, then clutched Schuldich's shoulder, his forehead tipping forward to burrow below the German's chin.

Schuldich clucked mockingly at him, making him feel childlike and stupid. "Calm down -- sex is not commitment," he pointed out. He slid inside Ken's mind -- and his shortness of breath abated; his stomach calmed. 'See, it was all inside your mind,' Schuldich said rather nastily into his mind, capturing Ken's mouth in another kiss.

Hiss blue eyes locked with the German's own green at close range, before he jerked away at the feel of the red head's fingers probing at his entrance, coated in cool smooth gel. Strangely, Ken's mind groped for what it could be, belatedly recognizing it as shampoo while one finger pressed past the ring of muscle quickly. His grip on the German loosened somewhat as he concentrated on the new sensation. It sort of hurt, when he had first gotten in... but now Ken had relaxed, and it wasn't so bad. It wasn't all that bad; wasn't great either, nothing to explain why people were all rushing to have sex, but... he could handle it. A second finger was added, followed quickly by a third. "Turn around." Schuldich's eyes were partly narrowed, and a bit hazed with lust. When Ken didn't comply fast enough, he did it himself, pinning the brunette against the cool tile wall.

Ken pressed his face into the wall, trying not to cry, succeeding -- for the moment; he felt so embarrassed. He felt... dirty. Dirty in a way he hadn't been before the shower. Even though he was definitely clean -- cleaner now than he had ever been, some cynical part of his mind pointed out, now that he had had shampoo up his ass -- he just felt so unclean. Like shame in a physical form.

"Afraid of the dark, kitten? You should be, though you'll never be a white hunter after this." He could feel the smirk in Schuldich's voice, then hissed as teeth bit down into the flesh of his shoulder hard enough to mark. The sound quickly changed to a shout of pain as the German thrust into him in one movement, the shampoo only helping to lubricate the way a bit.

The brunette's hands clenched into fists; he pressed them against the wall, pounded on it, trying to ease the feeling somehow. It hurt unbelievably. There was no comfusion now. It hurt the way he'd known it would, the way he'd known it should -- and then Schuldich brushed up against something inside of him, and he couldn't help but scream. He'd never felt anything like that before.

"Feels good, doesn't it little cat?" The voice rasped in his ear as Shuldich pulled back, then thrust back in, brushing the spot again.

Ken couldn't even form a coherent answer to that. He shifted, though, and then Schuldich wasn't just brushing the spot, he was directly against it, pressing it, and oh, it felt so good... He clawed helplessly at the wall, trying to find something to keep him from focussing completely on the feeling, keep some part of him thinking of how Schuldich was a bastard for doing this... and failed miserably, pushing back against him to get more of the feeling.

The German laughed, a low throaty sound, hand snaking around and pumping Ken's cock in time with his thrusts. "Give up the light, kitten. What use is it to you?"

Oh god, was that really Schuldich's hand touching him? He didn't know; the calluses, probably from holding a gun, felt amazingly good against him, and the fingers were so much longer than his, the grip different... he spread his legs a little on the floor of the shower, even as he knew, dimly, that he shouldn't be doing it, shouldn't be enjoying this, should at least be not responding to what Schuldich was doing to him.

"Good kitten..." Schuldich's voice was sinister and low, like bloodstained black velvet on Ken's hearing as the pace sped up, the jabs against that spot inside him increasing in number. Ken shuddered, back arching as his muscles fought to pull Schuldich closer to him, deeper into his body.

He couldn't fight it. He shouted, despairing, as he came, his seed spilling uselessly onto the cool tile wall in front of him. He'd done it now. He was dirtied, useless for anything good, too shamed to be anything but just this... a toy. He broke down and cried.

The sobs became worse, wracking Ken's body as the man behind him spilt his seed, then collapsed against his back, forehead resting against the back of Ken's neck. The brunette tried to shrug it off, to push away, then stiffened as the German wrapped his arms around him, lips gentle against the curve of his ear. "Shush... It's not so bad..."

"How would you know?" Ken demanded miserably, trying to push him away. He only succeeded in proving to both of them that his legs were horribly weak after sex, and nearly tumbled to the floor, sobbing harder yet at this latest embarrassment.

Schuldich followed him down, then pulled him into his lap, the warm water raining over them and plastering his long red hair to any skin that it touched, be it Ken's or his own. "Because I've gone through it.Just give in, okay? Let the shadows have you kitten. It'll be a lot easier than fighting it."

Ken's hate twisted as he clutched at the German, crying for all he was worth; from hating Schuldich to hating himself. "It -- it hurts," he sobbed, clinging to the well-built form of the man who had stolen the last bit of innocence he had left. "It hurts so much..."

"Ja, I know." The older man's lips brushed his forehead, before he was drawn closer, his chin tucked below Schuldich's chin. "But it'll stop hurting sooner if you give in to it. I promise you that."

"But... but I don't want to," Ken said, calming just a little. "I don't want to let it have me. Why do I have to?"

"Because we're not letting you go. You belong to Schwarz, belong to the shadows, to the darkness. You always did. " The grip on him became iron strong, bruising. "It's no use in fighting it kitten."

And in a strange way, Ken knew he was right. He had never really felt at home, living above the flower shop with the rest of Weiss. He had always felt -- different from them; they were too estranged from him to be like him. But here, here where people wore their pain and their malice on display for everyone to see, he felt strangely at home.