Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sub-Skin Shadow ❯ resolve ( Chapter 3 )

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

SUB-SKIN SHADOW : CHAPTER THREE

"It's completely abandoned. Hanada's nowhere to be found."
Aya made this announcement as he emerged from a narrow hallway inside Hanada's ritzy townhouse. The man who owned this residence - Ayumi's father - was a very prominent drug-lord, and Persia guessed that perhaps failed dealings with Schwarz were the reason for Ayumi's disappearance. Within an hour of her leaving the flower shop on the day of arranging the date with Youji, Ayumi had been kidnapped from the townhouse, dragged into a car and brought to the Schwarz building. She'd been gone for an entire day. Weiß was to arrive and hopefully find Hanada Kunihiko here to question him - if not, they were to take Ayumi back by force from Takatori and his men. Ayumi was anyone's key to get their hands on Hanada. Only no one knew that Hanada's daughter was the girl Youji was supposed to see tonight.
The door to the townhouse had strangely been left unlocked. Not a trace of life remained within as far as they could tell from the den, and Aya could see no other clues at the moment that might insinuate that Ayumi had been taken by force. However, it seemed pretty clear that she'd been kidnapped from inside. Perhaps there was a knock at the door, a trusting Ayumi answered, and was taken away by her abductors without a serious fight, and without causing any damage to the inside of the townhouse.
"And you're sure you didn't see Youji? He didn't leave a note or say anything to you when you were leaving, Ken?" Aya questioned Ken as he searched the carpet for signs of blood, disturbance, anything.
Ken seemed to be a little more upset over this than the others might have expected him to be. "I... I didn't notice anything different... when I left everything seemed normal... I don't know why he'd just leave. He _wouldn't_ just leave." He crossed his arms, his hair shading his eyes and covering up the intense worry brewing like a storm in his troubled heart. While Aya and Omi continued to search, he stood at the window of the townhouse, staring sullenly down at the world below. //Youji...//
There was a startled yell from one of the bedrooms. Aya and Ken rushed down the hallway to find a rather shaky Omi blocking their view into a light-colored bedroom. "Omi, doushitano?" Aya said calmly, reaching forward to push the door open farther. His tone changed. "...What is that chemical smell...?"
Aya stepped into the bedroom and crouched down before the lifeless body of Hanada Ayumi, taking her pulse before indicating the container of weed killer on the floor which had toppled over onto its side, spilling its contents onto the carpet. "_Looks_ like a suicide..." Aya's tone seemed to indicate that this "suicide" wasn't what it seemed at all, as he looked Ayumi's body over. She had been wearing a casual, flowery dress, her fine, dark hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her face was pressed against the soft carpet, lips barely parted, eyes closed. She could have been sleeping and no one would have known the difference if she had been in her bed. But each of the Weißs had learned from their experience that there was something lackluster about death; total stillness, like the surface of water never to again be disturbed -- skin like porcelain, body completely unmoving.
"But that doesn't make sense!!" Omi protested. "What, they had weeds in their townhouse? I don't see a garden anywhere, so why did they have weed killer? Are Takatori's goons just ...complete... idiots?..." He paused and looked down, realizing a possibility that he did NOT want to admit to himself. Nagi... //Oh Nagi-kun, please tell me you had nothing to do with ...this...//
As Omi's voice trailed off, Ken looked shaken, but his head was clear. "Omi has a point... seems like a strange way to die in a place with no flowers..."
Before the two were finished speaking, Aya had already figured it out. "No one could know that she didn't go out and buy it herself - or that Weiß didn't kill her, for that matter. The Koneko has an abundant supply of that chemical." He frowned, glancing out the window as he relayed his theory to the other Weiß. "It was a murder forged by Takatori. Ayumi's father owed him a debt, that much is safe to assume. Maybe he was tired of waiting on their money and thought they could work things out, so he had his men come in and kidnap her. He dragged her to the Schwarz building like Persia told us, and maybe he planned to offer a deal to Hanada, who by then had gone into hiding, and wasn't available for questioning. So Schwarz brought her back, killed her in a way that would look like a suicide - to the police, anyway. Then they used a chemical that wasn't likely to be laying around so that the notion of foul play might conveniently float around for the police to twist to their liking. And left her here in her room to be found by her father later. Takatori gets off scot free and Hanada's paid in full with his daughter's life as a reminder to never piss off his boss again."
Taking a moment to ponder, Omi turned to Aya with a frustrated expression and folded his arms up tightly. "Where IS Hanada, then? He obviously hasn't been back here since Ayumi disappeared... so he probably doesn't know yet. What kind of cruel bastard wouldn't intervene to save his daughter's life? ...And WHERE is Youji?!" He and Ken both seemed unpleasantly impatient about the mystery.
"That," remarked Aya, letting go of Ayumi's arm and letting it fall limply to the floor, "is something we're going to have to figure out on our own, I guess. Youji... who really knows. Maybe he's more on top of this than we think. We're heading back to HQ."



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An hour had passed since Youji had opened his eyes and found himself trapped in Brad Crawford's living quarters, and already he had decided that staying would be worth his while. He had been ordered to remove his pants after the first slew of attacks on his posterior. He lay naked, curled up in the middle of the bed, shaking rather violently from a painful but sensual spanking session that Brad had administered to his bare backside with the hard leather handle of the riding crop. Panting softly, he tried to push himself back up and sit on his legs the way he'd been ordered, but everything from the waist down was stinging terribly and it hurt to even turn his waist, let alone sit back on his throbbing rear.
Standing to the right of the bed, riding crop inversed, Brad was waiting rather impatiently for Youji to gain his breath back. (Not that he didn't enjoy watching _his_ darling Youji in such delicious pain.) "Now, pet," grinned the Schwarz, his eyes glimmering with desire for his vulnerable little slave. "I did that to teach you a lesson about disobeying me. You should know better than to touch me without asking permission first."
Youji's heart ached at Crawford's words, until he felt the cool touch of the man's slender fingers lifting his sharp chin up to look him square in the face. "...because I'll tell you when it's time... and you can do whatever you want with me. Call it payback." Brad's expression betrayed how excited even he himself was about this prospect, and Youji realized that the two of them could change roles so easily, with so many new possibilities.
"So stand here beside me, my pet... don't be afraid." Brad indicated where he wanted Youji to stand, and the trembling Weiß forced himself to get up (despite that his rear was tingling desperately) and stand at his master's side. He wondered why he didn't feel more self-conscious about being completely naked in front of a strange man, but somehow it thrilled him.
Brad turned Youji by the shoulders to face him and lifted his chin once more, a grin spreading across his face as Youji's hair fell back out of his eyes and his lips parted slightly. "Kiss me, my beautiful slave."
Without a split second of hesitation, Youji tilted his head forward, keeping his arms obediently at his sides, and pressed his soft lips against Brad's, reveling in their taste and texture. He felt Brad's tongue brushing up against his own, and even though they'd kissed like this just minutes before, it felt so new and perfect that he could barely keep himself together to stay involved in the warm exchange of affection. Brad moved Youji's hands to the button of his slacks, indicating that his slave should undress him. When Youji had finished removing Brad's clothes, bruised lips found warm tongues as the two continued to share a deep, slow kiss that drove Youji slowly insane. Brad ran his hands up Youji's back, slipping one hand into his hair, holding him in place as he kissed him tenderly. He pulled Youji only slightly closer, but anything closer to Brad was worlds closer to Heaven at this point.
When Brad had tired of the sweet moment, the hand he'd slipped into Youji's hair grabbed a fistful and turned him, bending him over the bed and shoving his cheek against the sheets forcefully. Youji gave a little sound of protest but realized how vulnerable he must look at the moment, and he closed his eyes tightly to supress a deeper, more gutteral sound of need. Staring down at Youji's slender form, Brad grabbed a hold of his wrists and wrapped them around his back to hold them in place.
"This is going to hurt, pet. A lot. So just bite down on that sheet and think of how happy you're going to make your master, ne?" Brad paused for a moment, feeling a smile melt onto his face despite his seemingly cold words. "...And then, I promise you... the pain will stop... I'll replace it with something far better." Youji could feel Brad's golden stare burning right through his bent back as he bit down on the sheet and prepared for the worst.
//He's going to take me... I'm going to belong to him. ...why do I like this so much?... it's so strange... why haven't I used my wire?... I could have been out of here as soon as he let me go. Sooner. ...I want him so badly... why am I here?// Youji felt tears welling up in his eyes already, knowing that Crawford was preparing his own sex with a bit of lubricating fluid to enter Youji and begin what they'd been anticipating all this time. He felt Brad's fingers delicately probing his entrance, rubbing in the liquid and softening the tension there. As Youji lay there, waiting to become Crawford's sex toy, he realized that being one with someone so dangerous had to be as intoxicating as any high. //Pain is something that has to be experienced,// Youji thought to himself as he lay bent over Brad's king-sized bed, his arms being held tightly in place on his back. Brad's fingers were working him softly, and even that minor invasion seemed too much. //Sometimes it's just looming over your head, like now... and you just have to embrace it, because you're going to have to take it at some point... what a time for philosophical inner monologue...//
Before he could complete his thought, Youji felt a bolt of pain as he was impaled on Crawford's thick, fully strong cock. His vision whited out and he felt as if he'd been slapped. He let out a gasp of surprise, clenching his teeth and fighting with his very soul to keep from flinging himself away from the bed. It felt like an impossibility, and the shock of the pain threatened to take his consciousness. //No way is he going to fit,// Youji managed to think, despite that on the outside he was cringing and yelping, digging his nails into the sheets and squirming to get away. The truth of the matter was, Brad had already forced himself most of the way in, and his entire length now was both hurting and pleasing Youji terribly. //Oh, it... hurts...//
Brad hadn't begun to move around inside of Youji yet, but his grip on his lover's arms loosened and he looked concerned as he withdrew himself and then ever-so-slightly pushed back in again. "Don't be afraid to speak if it pleases you," he whispered breathily. "Mmm. You're perfect, my pet. Ohh, you're doing well, just hold on and take me inside you and I'll make you feel good, I promise..."
"Y-you have..." Youji could barely force the words out, clenching his teeth at the pain. "..s-so much to give me..."
Youji's remark on the man's size put a huge smirk on Brad's face, and he pulled Youji closer to him by his hips, pushing him back onto his sex hard. Giving a harsh shudder, Youji's knees began to buckle and Brad had to hold him up. He pressed the boyish Weiß into the bed a little, giving him something to lean on. "That's it," Brad groaned, his eyes narrowed into slits as he gained a better sense of movement and began to pump himself in and out of Youji's tight opening without hesitation. The way Youji pressed his body backwards to meet Brad's own in mid-thrust gave Crawford a hot warmth that burned in his sex with a need to make him push Youji even harder. But he had to be gentle at first. "Take it for me, Youji... ohh, God..."
Beginning to feel pressure on his loins instead of pain, Youji gasped softly each time Brad thrust himself inside. His eyes were shut tight, and looking down at his slave Crawford could see traces of tears that had spilled down his cheek and over the bridge of his nose. "My pet," gasped Youji's master, his body trembling, "I'm going to let your arms go, and I want you to touch yourself for me." His voice quavered as he spoke, the intense need in his words making them both tremble harder. Youji felt one of his arms being released, and reached down to his taut, aching sex obediently.
"It's different when you're not in control, isn't it..." Brad whispered, letting his head fall forward as a wave of ecstasy hit him. "So easy to make a... pretty girl feel good, when all she wants is your... un, looks..."
Youji's tears fell faster at the words coming from his condescending master, and he began to sob openly as the pain wracking his body and his heart overwhelmed him. Brad's breath fell on his ear, the words cutting him like a knife with their unknowingly cruel accuracy. In one sentence he'd summed up what Youji had always been afraid to tell himself. He continued to ameliorate the aching throb in his manhood, though through his tears he could only see a blur of the sheets and the shadow of his master, watching him, watching _over_ him...
At the same time, the sound of Youji's weeping made Brad feel intense, raging guilt. Youji lay before him, struggling to hold himself up with one trembling arm, the hair around his face wet with tears. His control completely lost. His illusion of strength destroyed. His self-preservation abandoned.
//My beautiful youth, broken by truth. Youji... I think I'm falling in love with you.//



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Omi tossed his backpack down on the floor and flopped onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow. //Nothing. We've turned up nothing useful! Now it looks like Ken is worried about Youji for different reasons than we are, and I MISS NAGI!!!//
The young Weiß rubbed his eyes with the back of one hand, pretending like the tears weren't there. "I miss you, Nagi," he said aloud, turning onto his side and facing the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a defeated sigh. Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he looked at the wall. A silhouette! Reacting as quickly as he could manage, he rolled off of the bed, reaching for a dart in his backpack. But as soon as he beheld the figure in the window, he let down his defenses. There crouched Nagi, his eyes shadowed by his dark bangs. The young Schwarz grinned seductively.
"I miss you too, baby," he whispered, hopping into the room. He stood up, opening his arms to the Weiß, who he was not surprised to see was already dashing to hug him.
The dirty-blond-haired boy kissed up and down Nagi's cheeks and lips, frantic to be near him. "How did you get here?" he said, pausing to speak.
Chuckling low and quiet in his throat, Nagi stroked Omi's soft hair and walked him over to the bed. "I was sick of being lonely and I did a little detective work. It's scary how much we know about Weiß..." Omi lifted his chin, eyes falling into Nagi's, a worried expression on his face. The Schwarz bit his lip and half-smiled. "But don't worry, Omittchi," he purred. "I didn't look at anything I ...shouldn't have."
A trembling Omi moaned as Nagi's thin fingers trailed down his shaking back, slipping up under his cotton t-shirt and then down to rub the skin beneath the waistband of Omi's khaki shorts. "You're so m-mean," Omi breathed hotly, clinging to Nagi despite how badly he was teasing him. "Why'd you come here, Nagi-kun?" Omi's body was getting hot... Nagi wanted that strong, beautiful arousal inside of him right now, but would have to wait until they were both free of their clothes. Not that he didn't like watching Omi squirm... he grabbed Omi by the waist and sat him down in his lap, pulling the boy back against his chest so that he could feel his heart beating.
"Because," replied Nagi, pulling Omi's t-shirt over his head and giving the back of Omi's right ear a lick, "I wanted you to fuck me."
Omi's desire caused him to tremble violently as Nagi brushed his hands roughly up and down against the fabric over his sex. "I'm hard for it already," he groaned, letting his head fall back on Nagi's shoulder. "You're so, so mean... ooh..." The dark-haired boy slipped two fingers into Omi's open, panting mouth, and Omi clamped down on them, sucking instinctively. Nagi fingered Omi's mouth, feeling his sex grow harder as Omi bounced up and down on his lap, lightly rubbing his cock beneath his shorts. The wet sounds Omi's lips made got them both hotter and more aroused.
"Like that, Omi-kun?" Nagi grinned, arrogantly. "I know what you wish that was, you slut." He kissed Omi's neck and pulled his fingers out of the boy's mouth, unzipping Omi's shorts and quickly attacking Omi's hard sex with his saliva-covered hand. Omi cringed in pleasure, his teeth clenched. "Mmmm... perfect, Omi-kun." The boy continued to ride his lap, moving his hips to thrust his sex into Nagi's slippery hand. "I'll get your dick wet so you can pay back what I did to you yesterday evening... you liked being bent over my bed, didn't you? You wanna fill ME up tonight?" Omi practically melted at Nagi's words, whimpering as the Schwarz stroked his cock.
"I think that's good enough." Nagi tossed Omi off of his lap, throwing him face-up on the bed. Omi was a mess, his hair tousled, his shorts half-way off, nipples taut and aching to be touched. Nagi intended to do everything he knew Omi needed, as soon as he got that beautiful sex deep inside of the needing emptiness that was begging to be filled. "Tell me you wanna fuck me, Omi-kun," Nagi commanded.
"Nagi-samaaa..." Omi hissed, his eyes narrowed as he lay sprawled on the white sheets. "I want to fuck you... please..." He had begun to masturbate himself slowly, as even the sight of Nagi fully-clothed was driving him crazy. "I've been good... please..!" The tone of his voice was so obedient and perfect that Nagi felt a bit of pre-cum starting to form at the tip of his sex.
The young Schwarz slipped out of his clothes, not taking his eyes off of his lover's. When he was undressed, he straddled Omi's hips and began to press the tip of Omi's dick up against his entrance, teasing Omi. Omi's cock was starting to drip a little, and as much as Nagi wanted to taste it, he needed that fluid to get Omi's dick inside of him. Never one for patience, Nagi lowered his body and forced Omi's dick up inside of his warm, tight entrance, covering his own mouth to avoid moaning too loudly. "Ohhh...god..." Omi heard him say despite Nagi's voice being muffled by his hand.
Omi had trouble keeping his shining blue eyes on Nagi's, since he always favored watching his cock rubbing in and out of Nagi's sweet entrance (and even watching Nagi fuck him, when that was the case). He bit his lip and thrusted hard, a frown of concentration on his face as he tried to keep himself quiet. Nagi rode up and down on his cock, the juices coming from Omi's dick making the passage slippery and warm. "Oooh... Omi, fuck me," Nagi purred, reaching down to stroke and tease Omi's nipples with his fingers. The Weiß clenched his teeth and eyes, fighting a loud moan. Nagi knew all of Omi's weak points, and the boy was quite cruel about exploiting all of them during sex. Omi liked to be told what to do, roughly, and he liked to be talked dirty to. Both things Nagi was very, very good at.
Riding him a little faster, Nagi licked two of his fingers and brushed them up and down on either side of his own dick, teasing it for Omi. The other boy watched, as if under a spell, as Nagi barely touched himself but seemed to be enjoying it so much as Omi fucked him. Nagi was always pretty rough, but when it was Nagi's turn to be "the slut", as he called it when things were really dirty, he always came up with something really slow and torturous to do to Omi. Right now, the show he was putting on was driving Omi crazy.
"You're so perfect," Omi managed to get out, licking his lips. The cock that was barely a couple of feet away from his wanting lips seemed so inviting and delicious. Omi wanted Nagi to cum in his mouth, but was never sure when Nagi was close. Nagi always saved surprises like that for when Omi wasn't paying attention. //Really, he can be so mean...//
Starting to thrust faster, Omi paid heed to Nagi's request and fucked him hard. Nagi bounced up and down on Omi's engorged cock, the sound of their bodies meeting making them want even more. Omi clenched his teeth and then began to thrust almost vengefully, remembering how rough Nagi had been yesterday before it was time for them to part. Who knew when they'd see each other again... he might as well give the Schwarz something to think about later.
"Oh god...!" Omi panted, when Nagi started to use his muscles to clamp down on Omi's dick. "I'm gonna... fuck, Nagi, make me cum..!" Nagi leaned over and slipped his tongue into Omi's wildly panting mouth to keep him quiet as Omi's body tensed several times and he grew quieter. Omi then let out his breath and spilled his warm, wet seed into Nagi's tight entrance. Nagi shivered and stroked his cock full-on with one hand then, and pulled away from his kiss with Omi.
"Now tell me you want my cum in your mouth," Nagi commanded, the taste of the kiss sending him reeling. Omi's half-opened eyes were almost battling with his as Nagi pulled up off of Omi's throbbing cock and moved his body forward to let Omi finish him off with his mouth.
But Omi didn't do as he was told. He reached up and grabbed Nagi's hips, pulling the boy forward, shoving Nagi's dick past his lips and sucking hard. Nagi cried out, nearly collapsing on top of Omi but catching himself on his elbows. Omi moved his lips up and down on Nagi's warm sex for five rough, passionate seconds before Nagi felt himself give out and cum in Omi's delicious mouth.
There was silence then. Omi turned his head and swallowed, pressing his lips together and catching his breath. Nagi collapsed on the pillows and rolled over, facing his lover. "What was... THAT all about," Nagi moaned, pulling Omi to him.
"Nothing," panted an out-of-breath Omi. The two young assassins shared a deep, salty kiss and pulled the blankets up to their shoulders, hot skin pressed together. Soon Nagi would have to leave. A vicious cycle had started all over again.



Several hours later...
Omi, Ken, and Aya were milling around the apartment. Omi had come back to himself after being forced to part with Nagi, and was still in his room. He was frantically going over what little information they had collected on his computer, trying to piece together something tangible that might help Youji, or at least link his disappearance with Ayumi's murder. In the kitchen, Aya had been cooking. Whether he was deep in thought or completely void of any emotion about Youji's sudden absence was anybody's guess. On the balcony, a very unsettled Ken stood staring down at the alley below, as if Youji might return to the apartment at any moment. Hoping, anyway.
//I can't believe he'd just run off like this. Leaving the Koneko unattended. ...I mean, he had to have run off. Nothing's happened to him, because that's just... that just didn't happen, and I'm not gonna think about it.// Ken whirled around and rested his elbows on the balcony railing, huffing and closing his eyes. Deep down he knew it was to avoid tears. //If you're dead, I'm gonna kill you.//
"Ne, Ken," Aya called from the kitchen. "Hurry up if you don't want to be left out."
"I'm not hungry," Ken shouted back. "Thanks anyway."
Omi stood beside Aya with his empty plate in hand, glaring out at Ken, who was now pouting on the balcony. "Mou... You ARE hungry, I heard your stomach growling on the way home!" He served himself and then made another plate, carrying them both outside and wondering if he was going to have to make Ken take his dinner the hard way. "If you don't eat, I'll knock you out and FORCE feed you!"
It was difficult for Ken to avoid cracking a smile at the smaller boy's comment, but he pushed away the unwelcome, happy expression in favor of a more somber one. "Omi-kun, I don't think I can eat, regardless..." His voice trailed off, and he looked down at his fingers, fidgeting.
Putting the dinner plates down, Omi leaned his side against the railing and tilted his head. "Ne... you're really worried about him, aren't you?" Omi seemed more curious than amused.
//No, Omi, I don't give a damn about him... God forbid I worry about a missing teammate or anything.// But Ken knew that Omi sensed more than the concern of friendly emotion in his voice, in his hurt tone. He gave up and reached out for the dinner plate, feeling like there really wasn't much else they could do now but wait and hope. "All right."



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Things had cooled down a bit in Crawford's apartment. A bit.
Now in the middle of the large, soft bed, Brad and Youji lay tangled together, eyes locked, silent.
"I don't know what to say now..." Youji finally said, averting his gaze from Brad's gilded, intense eyes. "I guess I still want to know why... why me, why this... why are we here... together?"
Pulling Youji on top of him and slipping his hands into the man's silken, tousled blonde hair, Brad bit his lip and let out a quick sigh. //I can't tell him why... I'll just spout some lovey-dovey nonsense and by the time I let him go, Takatori will have met with Ayumi and I will have done what I was asked to do...right? ...God, I can NOT just feed him some bullshit story...//
"Ne... Brad, doushitano?" Youji's voice was tinged with genuine concern, and Brad silently damned _himself_ this time.
"Ahh, I'm sorry, I was... just... thinking about how perfect everything is right now." He gave Youji a content half-grin, and the man straddling his hips leaned down to kiss him deeply. A surge of frustration mixed with guilt throbbed in Brad's stomach -- but lower, something else stirred and pulsed, distracting him.
"I want to do something," Youji said quietly, running one hand through his own hair and looking down with just his eyes. Brad saw where Youji was glancing, and at the very idea -- which hadn't come up in his mind until now, so busy was he with the slave-and-master game -- sent a fabulous sensation down into his lower body. "I've never... I mean..."
Sitting up, Brad slipped his arms around Youji's body and a low purr rose from his throat, as he pressed his lips feather-light against Youji's own. They held onto one other as if they were both made of glass. When the kiss had run its course, Youji gave his lover a sweet but mischievous smile and began to direct his attentions downward, urging Brad to lay back once more on the soft pillows of his bed. "I want to know what it's like," he whispered, reaching down to hold in his now-steady hands the engorged sex that had so aggressively pleased him earlier.
Allowing his head fall to the side and willing his body to relax itself, Brad gave his lover a soft nod of acceptance and closed his golden-yellow eyes. At the sensation of Youji's wet, warm mouth closing around the sensitive glans of his penis, Brad arched his back off of the bed, clenching his hands into fists and letting out a soft, long moan.
The thrill at Crawford's reaction spread over Youji, despite that the head of Brad's large cock resting between his lips prevented him from vocalizing his excitement. As he took more of the hardness into his eager mouth, he watched the man beneath him unable to lay still, cringing with pleasure at each delicate change in sensation.
"Youji-..kun.. please... oh--!" Brad had turned his torso to the left, the nails of both hands digging into the bed sheets, and Youji had to take his hands away from Brad's sex to keep his writhing hips steady. "It feels... really good..." Truth be told, the only person who'd ever gone down on him before was Nagi, and most of those times had been to pay Crawford off so that he wouldn't report Nagi's little exploits with that Weiß boy, Tsukiyono Omi. Youji seemed pretty good for someone who'd never given a blowjob before. Then again, Crawford realized that Youji had probably witnessed quite a few of his own, and that may have contributed to his knowledge of some of the techniques he was using...
"Stop thinking so much," Youji had taken a moment to say before lowering his head once more to enclose the aching hard-on between his soft lips. Brad clutched at the sheets, feeling Youji suddenly attacking his beautiful arousal mercilessly with his desiring mouth and nimble tongue. Despite closed eyelids, Brad was seeing colors, grainy like on a broken television - glittering and fierce and bright. There was no escape from the fiery tingle running up and down his skin, seeping in and settling deep within in his stomach like a bubbling cauldron.
Crawford had become so quiet now that Youji suddenly became confused. He lifted his head, still keeping a firm grasp on Brad's hardness beneath his fingers wet with saliva. He craned his neck to peer over the arch of Brad's knee, to check his face for a reaction. The beauty of the man struck Youji's chest like an arrow straight through him. Brad's mouth was open, teeth barely parted, but while it would seem he would be making some sort of sound, there was nothing but silence and a bit of a rasp from his throat... his fingers were digging into the sheets as he tried to regain his composure under the strain of Youji's sexual attack. Pieces of hair slicked with sweat stuck to his forehead and the pillow around his eyeline, doing nothing to hide the obvious need in his now barely-opened, golden-colored eyes.
"Brad..." Youji rasped. His emotions threw him down and made him feel completely helpless. He thought:

//I have to tell him...
...but how can I explain it to myself, first?
I don't know him. He doesn't know me.
...but I love him. How can that be anywhere CLOSE to the truth?
All I know is... it's what feels right. And I'm going to do what feels right.//

The moment in which that last thought escaped Youji's mind, it filled his eyes, his body, with passion. There wasn't anything else left to say or do. Brad would know exactly how he felt, whether Youji had to say it or show it. Or both.
Crawford's eyes opened wider, and he bit his lip, looking more like a boy than a man. He propped himself up on one elbow, suddenly feeling as if their roles had been cruelly, cleverly switched. Then he realized that they had. Now Youji had the upper-hand, and as he crawled up to meet Crawford's eyes with his own, there was no questioning Youji's authority. Brad had willingly given Youji the whip. It was as Youji's lips forced themselves onto his own that Brad couldn't contain the tears that were building. He knew that he had also willingly given this beautiful assassin one more thing: an unbreakable key to his endlessly locked and hidden-away heart.