Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To destroy the one you love ❯ A Fate Worse Than Death ( Chapter 14 )

To Destroy the One You Love

Chapter 14: A fate worse than death

Pairing: Yohji/Aya/Yohji; Schuldig/Yohji (one sided)

Rated: R

Warnings: Non-consensual yaoi; swearing; other mild abuse.

Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don’t own them! Please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...>_>;;

Author notes: READ THIS FIRST!!!

I’m really sorry about keeping everyone waiting for this chapter but I’ve been kind of nervous about posting it.. I know it has be building for a long time but still… it makes me a bit edgy for some reason. Probably because it’s the first of its kind that I’ve written and published in a place that a lot of people will see it. Eh, who knows? Anyway…

In regards to the contents of this chapter, I wouldn’t call this too graphic (not enough for an NC-17 rating) but it’s certainly hardcore enough for a full on R rating. So! If you’re not okay with Non-con and are not an appropriate age then DO NOT read this chapter. If you read it despite this warning, I’m not going to be held responsible for anything. ^^; And please… no real flames (they’re just not nice).

Thanks to: (see below)

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The first thing that came to attention was the color orange. Bright fucking orange, the same orange that road construction workers used on their cones, work-shirts and signs. Warning signals of sorts that possible danger lay just ahead and that caution should be heeded.

It seemed in this case that the color held nearly the same connotation as the road construction signs.

Pale green eyes widened and the rest of the world came screaming back with the sudden pain of a slap across the face. The hit was hard and unforgiving but much less extreme than the victim had been expecting. When everything had gone black he was sure, if only for the briefest of moments, he was dead.

"You're really fucking something, you know that?" The words were almost too hard to understand because, as it turned out, the more enraged Schuldig got, the heavier his accent became.

Balinese squinted at his captor through the pain throbbing hot on his cheek and silently wondered if he should respond to the rhetorical question.

/If you have anything to say Kudou, say it now or I will rip it out of your fucking skull./ the threat was very real and the malevolence behind the German's mental voice was no joke either.

"A-Are you going to kill me?"

The pause alone spoke ill of the times ahead but it was the smirk painting its way across Schuldig's face that really spelt out the blond man's doom. No one could be smirked at like that and expect anything good to come of it. He was beginning to believe that if he was killed, he'd be a lucky boy.

"Not yet." A slightly tanned hand reached up and painfully gripped a fistful of golden locks -apparently Lady Luck had decided to go have a cigarette break. Useless bitch. "I have plans for you."

The second thing Yohji had noticed since his rude awakening was that fact that his hands were bound above his head by a pair of metal cuffs. Why he hadn't noticed this in the first place was something of a mystery to him. The white kitten let out a sigh before experimentally yanking against his binds to find no give in them. The sinking feeling that he was in serious trouble this time ate away at the back of Yohji’s mind with no hope of any kind to save him from it. Well damn.

"Why..." Yohji was trying to buy himself time to figure a way out of the situation he had gracelessly fallen into.

"There are a lot of "whys" out there," Schuldig smiled, leaning in a little so that he was invading his pet's personal space. He loved to watch Yohji fidget uncomfortably at the close proximity of their bodies -his little struggles were ever so endearing. "You may want to be a little more specific."

"Why are you doing this to me? All of this? Why me? What have..." His heart was racing and his stomach was turning into one giant violent knot, "What have I ever done to you?" It was stupid to ask but if Schuldig would respond, it would be a precious space of time he couldn't afford to NOT have.

"Why me? Woe is me." The redhead mocked, straightening up a little and rocking back on his heels so he was perched ominously over the white assassin’s chest. Any further down and he might be in trouble of getting bucked off... any further up and he was in danger of getting viciously bitten.

Once more, a twisted grin blessed Mastermind’s lips. The tactical retreat plans running through his victim's head was a humorous thing indeed. While Yohji may have had a brilliant mind for mathematical calculations and problem solving, he sure as hell did some stupid ass things. Like concentrating solely on how to get out of a room when his opponent was known to be a powerful telepath.

/Stop that./

"Stop wh-" the escape plans came to a screeching halt just before an onslaught of unrefined swearing took over. The German laughed, the kitten scowled and then both parties came to silent stand still.

Yohji was resisting panic but Schuldig could tell without even reading his mind that the poor man was on the verge of hysteria. The ex-detective could just sense what was about to happen, yet he refused to believe it.

"My poor poor Liebling..." A gentle hand brushed softly over a rather wounded cheek, as if it were sorry for striking it earlier, "So afraid of the inevitable..."

"Don't..." Balinese growled, sending waves of repulsion towards the mocking party. He hated sympathy but he hated mockery even more.

"I don't think you're exactly in the position to be telling ME what to do." They both knew he was right but Yohji couldn’t just bend to the idea of merely surrendering to anything considered "inescapable". That was why he didn’t believe in fate or destiny. He was in charge of his own life and he knew very well that there was always another option. The bound man’s body suddenly arched and he made a desperate play at throwing off the person half sitting on him. Unfortunately, the only thing he accomplished was pulling an irritated expression out of Schuldig’s face.

"This could have all been prevented you know." Finely boned hands reached down to literally tear open Yohji’s grey button-up shirt with little remorse to the damage done to the material. The sound of the fabric ripping made the owner’s heart leap into his throat while he slowly began to yield to his own frantic horror. No... this couldn't be happening... not to him...

"But it is." The redhead smiled a cruel and daunting smile, raking his fingernails down a nearly perfect chest and leaving angry red trails of pain in his wake. The blond growled in response and was rather successfully ignored, "You couldn't have just made it easy on yourself and given up on that Abyssinian bastard, could you?"

Balinese wasn’t listening anymore, he was too busy violently trying to kick and struggle his way out of the current situation. Metal cuffs scrapped against mental bars and left the sound of something equivalent to nails on a chalkboard floating in the air. Why was this happening to him?

"All you had to do was forget about him and this would have been so much easier.."

The loops of steel started biting their way into the sweating wrists with every fruitless struggle against them. If Schuldig was still talking, the words were falling on deaf ears. Not that Schuldig cared at this point either. Maybe if he got too tired of not being heard, he'd push his thoughts viciously into his partner’s brain and MAKE himself be heard. However, for now, he was content with the way things were.

That is, until Yohji managed to throw his enemy off balance when he caught site of hands reaching for the buttons on his jeans. The poor white assassin was snared between the concept of laughing or screaming, which forced a strange mix of sounds to leave his throat as he fended off his attacker. He wanted to deny it was happening; he wanted to pretend it was merely a joke being played on him for the humor of a hidden audience but he simply couldn't do it. The younger of the two just couldn’t delude himself enough to believe that sort of thing. At least not when the horror of reality could be prevented if he just kept...

Pain. Brilliant white pain followed by spots of color danced around Yohji’s mind and for a moment he was too stunned to do anything. Paralyzed by the unbelievable jolt of agony to the head, not caused by a physical slap but by... a mental slap?

"That..." Schuldig growled between clenched teeth, "Was only a small sample of what I can do, precious. So be good and try not to cause me too much trouble, hm?" Yohji still wasn't listening but lucky for him, the German still didn't care. Jeans were ripped off the lanky body like the layer of protective underwear and, in a matter of minutes, all that was left was the bare trembling body of an individual too confused to move.

Beautiful horror mapped its way across Yohji’s expressions and Mastermind merely chuckled as his hands traced their way over the body so elegantly displayed before him. The response was a hiss and a very faint flinch before those jade eyes grew wider to stare at him in disbelief.

"You want to know why I'm doing this?" The questioning man watched as the other merely made a small noise, signifying a "yes" in the telepath's mind.

"I'm doing this because I can. Because you're my property now that your "beloved" Ran has given you so freely to me. Kind of makes me wonder if it ever crossed his mind that this might happen to you -that you would suffer so greatly for him and his little sister."

Balinese was wincing at the feeling of Schuldig’s hands suddenly taking a tight hold upon his hair but he was also wincing against the words tearing up his heart. He didn't blame Ran... he really didn't. How could he? Aya-chan was…

"You're a fucking bleeding heart, you know that?" The German accent was getting thicker and one could only guess that it was simply a matter of time before the man gave up on speaking Japanese all together. "But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore because you're never going to have to deal with him or any of them ever again." A sickly soft expression touched Schuldig's face, further confusing Yohji with a mix of twisting gnarled emotions.

"You're fucking nuts." The blond laughed, tears threatening to spill as he realized there was no way out of this.

Again, strong hands clawed at his body wordlessly and angry bitter words turned into screaming, sobbing and panic when the victim’s fears became concrete and he honestly recognized his pathetic fate. He couldn't stop it. He could only watch and pretend his struggles were helping. When had he become so helpless and weak? When had he acceded to... this?

Life... Life wasn't fair.

"Please don't..." Tears were finally streaming down the white killer's face as he gave up his useless fighting and melted his struggles into the simple pleas of a desperate man.

"Shhhh." Schuldig placed the tips of his fingers over quivering lips and smiled sweetly into the face of a man who was breaking before him. He had lied when he said Yohji was beautiful when he cried. Yohji wasn't beautiful in that moment; he was breath taking. So human - vulnerable and delirious with fear, it was delectable.

Somewhere in their skirmish, the white button shirt Schu usually wore had come undone - the yellow bandana and sunglasses lost to a different part of the room and that cocky grin had faded into a sinister smile. Dark blue-green eyes glowed with thoughts of possibilities as the hunter stared down at his caught and dying prey. Perfection was just a breath away.

Reaching over his pet, the German tugged at a drawer of the nightstand and produced a small vile that Balinese hadn't taken the time to notice before. It was either oil or hand cream or lubrication of sorts but Yohji couldn't tell because Yohji didn't want to know. He didn't want any of this to be happening in the first place, let alone acknowledge it was happening enough to tell what kind of lube Schuldig was going to use.

A small amount was spilled over needing flesh before the bottle took a nosedive to the ground and the older man braced himself over his terrified companion. Poor Yohji, after all the sexual experience he had in his life, this was going to be his first real time with a man as a man. Schuldig knew this because Schuldig had spent many hours shuffling through his little kitten's mind. He had wanted to know all there was to know about Yohji, straight down to the details of his sexual experience. To which, he noted, was extensive.

No matter, it was all frivolous information at this point anyway.

"Please..." The other’s voice brought Schuldig back down to reality, back to the task at hand. He must have spaced when he reached down to bite and suck at a tender spot on his playmate’s neck. Marking territory was essential when you were a territorial beast.

"If you relax it'll be easier." And before Balinese got another chance to beg, Mastermind pushed on with what he was doing. The screams were thrilling, the sobs were bliss and all he could think about was how he wanted more.

Rough fingers pressed into shaking thighs hard enough to leave bruises as the redhead positioned himself to keep a steady rhythm. He hadn't taken the time to stretch his partner and soon enough, blood was aiding in to the means of lubrication. It was sick but he was loving it -the feel of warm skin against skin, touching in such an intimate manner while causing thick pleasure to build up inside his body. Time moved slowly for both parties, drawn out like someone hit the slow motion button on the TV of life. For one side, this event was nothing more than an unforgiving nightmare, for the other... it was ecstasy.

The telepath hunched over his cherished plaything and dipped deep into the mind that seemed to be short-circuiting. It wasn't dealing with the trauma being caused and it was beginning to withdrawal to another place and another time. Well, there would be none of that on Schuldig's watch. So, with ease, the redhead reached out with his own mind and pulled his victim in closer - making the nearly hysterical mind face the facts and deal with the situation as it was being dealt to it. Yohji was being forced into the here and now, no escape for him... he was going to be stuck with reality even if it killed him... literally.

"It hurts..." the other cried faintly, his tears merely seasoning the moment as his nails dug vicious little crescent shaped wounds into the palms of his hands.

"Relax..." The German murmured, though he made no effort to stop or ease the discomfort. He loved Yohji's pain, he loved the look it gave those pretty jade eyes - the tears it caused. He loved the way the smaller of the two appeared so broken under his ministrations. Such beautiful perfection... everything... everything was perfect.

Lips softly brushed the forehead of the crying soul before white-hot rhapsody finally crashed over the cause of all this suffering. A low guttural moan elicited itself from behind parted lips and the movement stopped -everything stilled. At least one of them was at peace. And when it was all over, Schuldig pulled out and panted slightly before attempting to adjust to the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. For the first time in a long time, satisfaction was prevalent inside his twisted existence.

"So beautiful..." He lazily spoke in German, reaching down to gently brush aside strands of his companion’s hair with the false sense of compassion sweeping over his expressions.

Yohji wanted to scream, or vomit, or murder or… maybe just die. He wanted to do something other than stare up at the face of the man who had made his life a living hell in a matter of days, but he was drained. He felt intensely tired and he longed to just pass out and never wake up. Too bad his mind was alive and excruciatingly active, refusing to do anything but work at high speeds and bother him into staying conscious.

As Balinese’s tormentor finally gave in to the signs of grogginess he was displaying, the man laid down beside his still trembling victim and yawned. One arm casually drifting over the bound man's chest as a kiss placed itself softly against the same man’s cheek. Such a taunting action.

"Do you want to sleep now?"

Yohji nodded for lack of being able to speak. His voice would have betrayed him more than his tears already had.

"Then sleep."

And once again, Yohji’s world went black. But, this time, he prayed it would stay that way.

TBC

Weisslover27 - Weiss WILL come to the rescue but unfortunately not yet. ^^;; Thank you again for sticking with me!!!

AolaniDathomir - I thought Ran drinking was pretty funny, glad you felt it fitting. And thank god for Omi, he will make sure that Yohji gets rescued... eventually. Don't worry though, this story wont have a depressing ending ^^;;;

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ShinigamiSeiji - Sorry for the wait! The next chapter wont take as long as this chapter has, gomen!! Glad you like possessive Schuldig cause that how I like him too X)

Skippys Cat - O___O You wouldn't happen to be playing Yohji and Omi and Nagi in the ST rp would you? Cause that would be pretty amusing to me, seeing as how I'm the one playing Ran in that game Lol! If not, oh well. Thank you for reading and reviewing and I'm really glad to hear you're looking forward to reading more. Much luv for you!

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