Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The strand of blood and tears that bind ❯ The strand of blood and tears that bind ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Weiss Kruez, Takehito Koyasu, Tsuchiya Kyoko, Shinshokan and others do. This story is from my head and there is no way that they would even think of doing this with their characters.

Warning: Angst, bad language, lemon, male/male loving

Rating: NC - 17

Pairing: Aya Ran x Youji

Spelling: NZ English same as UK English

Authors Note: It was while I was reading Black silk, leather and lace chapter two again (because I am thinking of doing a third chapter) that this story sprang to my mind. It was a line that I wrote that caught my eye, 'The Angels must be mourning the loss of one of their kind for he is lying down in this silk laid bed, ready and waiting for the crimson headed demon to claim his soul and heart for his own.' It kept bugging me until the words started forming inside my bloody head haunting me until I had to write it. I know I need to finish other stories first but sometimes stories can be a bitch especially when they won't let you go until you release it. So here is chapter one. I swear I will get on with the others. *sweat drops*

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The Strandof Blood and Tears that Bind

Present

The mission was a success tonight but something had happened to Aya that he could not understand or comprehend. Youji. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them; there ability to work together was in top form tonight as usual. With all the arguing and fighting that happened between them you would think that they would be in disharmony on missions. That was far from the truth they were the complete opposite. Perfect harmony. Perfect together.

Each anticipated one another's moves like a game of chess. Aya could rely on Youji and felt safe and secure knowing Youji was covering his back while clearing an escape route with the help of Ken and his deadly weapon. Ken was the dependable one who is caring and always thinking of others before himself, deadly when he was on missions, very protective of his team mates especially Omi. Omi the watchful eye of an eagle who seemed to blend into the shadows overseeing that they were all in place and making sure that those that were in the way were disposed of.

With frustration Aya clenched his fists this feeling inside of him, déjà vu. Shaking his head he tried to rid himself of the recent memory that was causing such havoc deep inside of him. It was just a kiss. One lousy kiss that Crawford had given Youji. But it was the expression on Youji's face that intrigued him. The look of black hatred and the way he lunged for the American that so fascinated him because it was a look that triggered a memory deep within Aya himself and for the life of him he had no idea what it was.

Why was this scene so fucking familiar that it was haunting him now not letting him free. What made it worse Aya would swear on his katana that Youji was as much aware of this déjà vu feeling as Aya. A certain look in the emerald depths that made him shiver and what did the blond do? He shrugged his shoulders the look of puzzlement swimming in his green orbs. What scared Aya about this look was that the blond did not smile. Not even a smirk or twitch. Something was going on.

Neither team mates said a word to one another when they finally reached there apartment Youji ignored him entirely and went straight to his room without saying a word. This was so out of character for Youji. His normal routine was to annoy Aya until Aya was ready to run his katana through him and then Youji would smirk saying night to everyone.

Lifting his head up Aya gazed at the midnight blue velvet of the sky searching for a familiar…what? He had no idea his body trembling with an emotion that was so deep, carving an emptiness that he has never experienced before in his life, an emptiness that was deeper than the loss of his family. Shaking his head again his body began to droop as tiredness threatened to overtake him.

He will just ignore this feeling for now; he had no time for it. Forcing his legs to move forward he headed to his apartment and went straight to his room not interested in talking to anyone. He hesitated outside of Youji's bedroom and froze as the words 'blood and tears' flashed through his head to keep repeating. These words were important to him somehow and they were connecting Youji to him like an invisible strand that had wrapped itself around them both.

Youji. His heart began to beat wildly an image forcing itself upon him. Youji's face smiling at him with…with…love?! With horror Aya's eyes widened then he turned practically running to his room slamming the door behind him. What the hell is the matter with him?

Taking his assassin gear of he threw them over his chair making his way to a simple drawer and placed his beloved katana on its stand by his bed. His hands were shaking as he made himself think about anything but Youji. It was a disturbing image to him one he did not wish to delve into at the moment. Or ever?

Climbing into his bed wearing only a crimson pair of silk boxers, Aya pulled the white silken sheet over his body, the sensual feel of the material caressing his pale slender form. He purred to himself, the one luxury he gave himself after his disturbing night. Something was happening to him against his will and he knew that he was going to regret it.

With drowsy eyes Aya was amazed at how sleep seemed to claim him immediately, a strange mist swirling inside of his head, a crimson mist with a liquid substance clinging to it. "Blood and tears…" he murmured to himself, repeating it again, "blood and tears…" over and over again.

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Past - Another time, another place

Crimson wings stretched outwards then slowly enfolded the slender form of the male Aya Ran; his blood red hair shone a plait reaching his waist, ear tails caressing the pale delicate features of the demon. Such a rarity amongst his kind, such a look of gentleness of pure beauty but only a fool would underestimate this fragile, delicate looking creature. One only had to look into the violet blue eyes to see the coldness that was held in the swirling depths. The power that was coiled within every line, inch, of his perfect well toned body covered in deep red leather pants and a long coat that swirled around his ankles his boots of black leather covering his elegant feet. Close to his side was the only thing that was permitted to touch him, be close to him. His Katana.

His eyes scanned the area, the skies, waiting patiently for a sign. The witch demon had said that one of the Golden ones would be passing here and he was determined to catch it and kill it. He frowned as he remembered the witches parting words; 'this golden is not your ordinary golden. I see his pattern of life spirit interlocked with your very own.' He had scoffed at this ignoring her words. Mere words that he had no inclination of listening to. He will do his usual, play then hunt before giving the golden the final death blow. He smirked to himself, such weak fools they were, they travelled singly accepting whatever fate had thrown at them. Aya Ran should know, he has killed many of them and will no doubt kill many more. This was his destiny, black and white.

His head turning sharply, he gazed at the sky smirking. On cue a golden one appeared but…His eyes squinted as he saw the colour of the wings. Black wings on a golden? Intrigued Aya Ran wove the invisibility spell around his demon form blending into the very air around him as he flew towards a rock formation to get a better view. His heart he was shocked to note was beating faster than normal. Peculiar feeling it was to him.

Aya watched as the golden one hesitated, his black wings spread out delicately, the glossy sheen in contrast with his long golden hair that cascaded around the slender shoulders of the young man like a waterfall. Green diamonds glittered knowingly from the perfect face looking in his direction a frown creasing his forehead.

Aya was in awe he was…was…beautiful! Hands' clenching Aya Ran was finding it hard to breathe as he was mesmerised by the loveliest vision he has ever had the privilege to behold.

Odd that this golden one should be dressed in black leather. They were renowned for wearing white such a pure sickening colour but then again all golden ones had golden wings and this one had black wings.

Youji could feel someone or something close and his senses were telling him it was by the rock formation. He quickly looked behind him to see if he was being followed. His two friends had warned him about Crawford. Brad the black haired bastard that was out for his blood. He had the ability of precognition a gift where he could see partial futures. He was a high priest and one of the counsels for the Emperor of the Goldarca's and he wanted Youji's head on a platter.

Youji smiled his eyes lazily returning to the rock formation his wings spreading and caressing the air as he floated towards the presence. Stopping abruptly Youji hovered saying lazily, "I know you are there demon so you may as well show yourself."

Aya Ran should have realised that this golden was more perceptive. He was different and it was this difference that was intriguing the shit out of him against his will. With the flick of his head he materialised in front of the golden. His violet depths looked with contempt, his hand slowly withdrawing his katana from its elegant sheath of silver and platinum holding the tip against the lovely male's perfect swan like neck, his heart playing havoc with him.

For once in Youji's life he was struck by the beauty of another his eyes scanning every inch, line of the crimson demon that was before him. Pale flawless skin gleaming moon white, ruby lips enticing you to kiss them. Youji smiled at this, knowing if he wanted to die a quick death then kiss him by all means not that it wouldn't be worth it. He contemplated it but thought better of it when the demon pushed his weapon to his neck. "Such a friendly demon aren't we." Youji could not help himself, he was staring into the violet eyes of death and all he wanted to do was tease him. He chuckled the blade cutting him, and Youji did not care. He has faced death so many times and in so many ways that he didn't care anymore. What did he have to live for anyway? This thought sobered him making him look hard at the crimson demon saying softly, "If you are going to do it then do it now."

Shocked Aya could only stare icily at the golden. He looked intently into the diamond green eyes and he could see that this lovely was very serious, his eyes unwavering not afraid. This excited Aya Ran as he felt desire rush through his body like molten lava. Fuck this golden is turning him on without even trying; just his lazy gaze was enough for Aya Ran, thoughts of crushing this tall slender youth against his hard body was taking over his normal common sense.

Lust was radiating from him as he licked his lips slowly, his eyes devouring the golden inch by inch, the black leather pants moulded itself like second skin outlining long well shaped legs, slender hips and trim waist. The mesh top clung tightly to his perfect abs, torso, golden skin showing through, delicate pink nipples enticing him like fingers to taste, lick. The leather jacket was unbuttoned flowing around the golden and Aya had to admit this golden was the epitome of pure sex and he wanted him here and now!

Youji could only stand there entranced by the way the crimson demon was eating him slowly with his eyes, making Youji shiver with anticipation. He gazed into the violet blue eyes and saw desire for him there that he could feel himself getting hard at this. His breathing quickened as the press of the Katana slackened and gasped as the Demon slid it down his chest slowly, the tip leaving a trail of steel fire and desire, his mesh top parting revealing his naked chest the Katana circling his belly button.

Green eyes darkened and admired the complete disciplined control this demon had over his Katana but Youji did not want to be controlled not yet anyway. He smiled lazily at the demon as he dropped to the ground his wings enfolding themselves behind him. With slow seductive movements he walked into the rock formation knowing that the demon would follow him. What was he doing? What you want. Not what others want you to do. For once in his life Youji felt desire for another. He looked behind him, smiled. But why did it have to be with the Goldarcen's greatest enemy, the Demonach's. Because he affects you in someway besides lust and it is this emotion that you are curious about. He turned his heart thudding hard against his chest.

Finally reaching a closed of area with just the sky to see them, Youji leaned against the wall of a rock his eyes unreadable watching the demon. He wanted him. Plain and simple. He wanted the demon to move deep within him and he was going to get what he wanted for once in this life. He pushed the memory of Brad from his mind, biting back a shiver.

Aya Ran sleekly followed the golden, eyes never leaving him for a moment, the golden hair he wished to bury himself in, the pale pink lips he wanted to lick and explore, especially the moist haven within but more than anything he wanted to bury himself deeply into this golden and hear him screaming and begging for him to do it harder. He smirked at this, not sure why this golden interested him so much.

Youji watched as the demon stopped in his tracks smirking an arms length way. He smiled, "My name is Youji."

A perfect crimson eyebrow arched. Shrugging Aya responded, "They call me Aya Ran."

Nodding Youji stood still his concentration on making his leather coat dissolve and disappear, his mesh top falling uselessly to the ground. Raising his left hand to his mouth he pushed his index finger deep into his mouth, his tongue entwining around it his saliva wetting the digit generously his green diamonds not leaving the violet depths for a moment. Sliding his finger from his mouth pass his jaw, neck, collarbone leaving a wet trail he detours to the left, moaning the moment the wet finger comes into contact with his nipple. He looked at Aya, desire swimming in his eyes, as he licks his lips wetting them, his finger pinching and flicking his nipple, Youji wishing it was Aya doing this. His hips swaying the button on his black leather trousers unbutton, magic is so wonderful sometimes, the zip moving downwards then stops. Youji's arousal pushed hard against his leather pants as he could see Aya breathing rapidly his fists clenched by his sides, the look of hunger burning deep in those violet orbs. Youji knew Aya was following the path of the hairs down towards his swollen member encased with leather and smiled seductively.

Moving his hips erotically Youji massaged his neck with his other hand, down his torso his finger swirling inside his belly button his eyes closing as he moaned again saying huskily, "Aya Ran." His hand then travelled lower, his chest rising and falling fast, his right nipple being tormented by his finger now. Parting his legs wider, his hand dips beneath his pants, his body trembling as he imagined Aya doing this, his eyes opening drowsily his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip, a hiss escaping from his mouth as his hand rubs his own cock, sensually, slowly, his hips gyrating a rhythm a groan growling out loudly as his head rolled backwards, golden tresses falling down his back against his black wings.

Mesmerised Aya could only stare as the heat threatened to consume him. Never has he ever been assaulted with such desire from another being in his life. Never from one who was was teasing himself the way Youji was right now. With sure steps Aya made his top and coat disappear magically, pushing hard against the golden, his hands sliding into the blond luxury of silken tresses.

Both breathing heavily Aya Ran could feel the hot breath of Youji against his lips. "Fuck!" Crashing his lips hard against Youji's, Aya moved his mouth hotly over Youji's, his tongue snaking out like a red hot demon, hungrily licking and darting his teeth nipping the full bottom lip. His left hand roughly gripped Youji's hair pulling him forward tightly, his other hand wrapping around the slender waist as he grinds his hips against the taller youth, his hard cock pushing harder for satisfaction, the leather rubbing against it causing a bittersweet sensation. Roughly Aya pulled on Youji's hair, the taller male gasping his lips parting.

Youji was so turned on by the way Aya was treating him that his hand squeezed his own cock pulling on it roughly; Aya's tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Youji whimpered as there tongues rubbed against one another, mouths opened wide as they shared saliva, duelling tongues, hot breathes writhing bodies, the heat building up between them.

Aya could feel Youji stroking his own cock as his hand stroked back and forth. "Youji," he whimpered his mind going hazy. This golden was unlike any golden one he has ever encountered, no inhibitions, no fear of his enemy the Demonach's when he should. Did he have some kind of death wish? This worried Aya Ran for some reason, he wanted to know more about this Youji.

His hand reached inside Youji's pants pushing his hand away, Aya's own encircling the velvety shaft, the tip oozing with thick liquid as he began to spread it across the rest of Youji's penis. His strokes were nice and slow, his tongue moving in and out of Youji's wet moistness as if he was mouth fucking him.

Youji unzipped Aya's tight pants wanting to pleasure the demon as much as he was pleasuring him, his hand snaking in and wrapping around Aya's erection, the feel of hot flesh burning an impression into his fleshy palm. He moved his hand back and forth in time with Aya's movement both males thrusting there hips forward groaning, there kiss wild and out of control like there emotions.

The sounds of mewling and sexual groaning echoed around the valley as the two were gripped by passion and hunger, there bodies roughly grinding as they headed for the pinnacle of climax.

Aya's mind was misted by a white flashing inside of his head, God this felt so fucking good to him, to feel this golden so close to him, sweaty chest against sweaty chest, skin clinging hotly to one another, tongues swirling and entangling, there perfect rhythm as they hand fucked one another. It all then exploded as he groaned hoarsely his body tightening, stars exploding all around him as his cock shot his semen all over Youji's hands. Youji cried out as his own climax soon followed that of the demon's shooting ribbons of liquid into his pants and Aya's loving hands.

They clung to each other breathing raggedly as sweat covered there perfect bodies. What the hell had happened? What was going on?

"Aya where the hell are you?"

Both demon and golden stiffened fear curling in the pit of there stomachs. Aya looked at Youji frowning. If they catch him they will kill him. He wanted to see the golden again but his pride would not let him ask, instead he pulled out of his arms and zipped his pants his top and coat reappearing again. Turning without a word he hesitated when Youji spoke.

"I like the velvet blue sky at midnight; usually I am seen flying towards the stars especially by the lake of Kadaen."

Nodding Aya Ran knew he would look for him there but he would never say it.

"Aya are you there?"

"Stay here Youji until we have left." Aya then moved towards the voice saying hotly, "Yes Shuldich I am now shut the hell up!"

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Two males sat up quickly sweat clinging to there heated bodies, as they could feel the stickiness of semen clinging to them and there sheets.

Aya sat there mesmerised by his own body fluid the hot dream he had of Youji bombarding his senses. He swallowed hard, this dream was so real and he knew it had to do with what had happened at the mission. A trigger had released something deep inside of him and he shivered wondering if Youji was going through this as he was.

Youji certainly was and he bit his lip. One fucking kiss had done this. And why did that bastard kiss him in the first place, did Crawford get some kind of kick out of kissing his enemy or something, sick bastard. Youji still wanted to kill him now.

Leaning over he grabbed his smokes, tapping out a cylinder and slipping it between his lips, his lighter flashing to light the end. What was Aya doing in his fucking dream? What about himself the way he teased himself for Aya. What made it worse Youji had enjoyed it; well he must have considering his semen was splashed on his sheet now.

He groaned leaning back on his headboard, "how the fuck am I going to face Aya in the bloody morning after this dream." The crimson demon Aya Ran forever etched inside of his mind. "Great that is all I need with that cold bastard." But he wasn't cold in your dreams Youji, in fact he was full of fiery passion and it was all for you. "It was just a dream you bloody moron." Great Youji keep talking to yourself, but you know this is more than a dream and it is not over yet.

Coughing and spluttering Youji quickly jumped out of his bed. There was no way he was going to sleep in his own mess tonight, pulling the soiled sheet of and flinging it in the corner of his room, he was too afraid to think about what was really happening to him.

Aya was doing the same his hand shaking as he remembered the way Youji touched himself for him…Aya! He could feel himself hardening now at this dream? "Get a grip Aya." The word grip made him remember the way they had gripped each others cock stroking one another. "Fuck Aya let it go!" He flung his sheet in the corner. Damn Crawford and his stupid antics kissing his golden. Aya froze. Golden?

Blood and tears Aya, remember the words. Aya shook his head, "No!" What are you afraid of Aya? "I am afraid of nothing." Really, by the time this dream is finished you will be. "Shut the hell up." He paused; Shuldich was there as well, how did he fit in? Even Crawford was in the dream even if it was in Youji's thoughts. Yes Aya this is more than a dream and it is not over yet.

Aya shivered ignoring his thoughts and with determination he fixed his bed again, slipping between the sheets totally blanking his mind of everything, his cold stoic face in place.

Spoken words from the past have an affect on the future especially if one voices them and acts upon them. A warning? Destiny? Who knows, whatever it is the story will unfold in the next chapter. The strand of blood and tears will bind.

TBC