Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You Belong To Me ❯ LIfe is Pain, Blood is art ( Chapter 6 )

Standard warnings etc apply. One extra warning, while there is still no non con in this chapter, there is excessive blood letting. If this bothers you, you have now been warned!

Special thanks to: Toniq, my first reviewer, and one who isn't a friend I cajoled into reviewing! Thank you girl! You are going to get your wish, just after a little more, ok a lot more torture and twistedness on my part.

To my 2 beta's who hate the pairing but love me enough to deal with it, my two best friends in the RW, YohjisKareBear and Yohji Aya and Amanda.

Go visit all three and read their work, its good stuff!

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*talking to oneself in one's own head*

@Schuldig invasion to speak@

@_response to Schu_@

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Chapter 6: Life is Pain, Blood is Art

The One capable of releasing Lucifer, through the ritual of the First Night, will forge a connection with the First. The strength of the First and the One will determine the bond ranging from at the strongest Telepathy (and a little bit of the other bonds as well) between the two, to at the weakest occasional touch clairvoyance.

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Ken came to with a distorted view of the world. It was up side down and had the feel of a body's rhythmic sway. It was then that he figured what was going on. He had been apparently slung over someone's shoulder, and judging by the clothes he figured it was Farfarello. They were going up a flight of stairs and he was glad that before he had never paid attention to the walls.

On the walls, were sets of chains. Most remained unoccupied, but every now and then he would see that a set held some other unfortunate soul hostage, unable to break free, and this was just the stair well, Ken couldn't imagine the suffering of those that had to be held in the dungeon itself. Many that were bound to the wall were suspended by their wrists, some even by their feet.

Ken didn't let this faze him as much as it would have in the past. Too much had happened for him to let it get to him now. There was too much riding on this, his sanity for one. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, light filtered around Farfarello's form as they headed out of the stair well.

Ken began to realize that his healed over wound was bothering him as he surfaced from his numbing thoughts to get a better look around. Farfarello then chose that moment to shift him and send pain lancing through his form. It was almost as if the mad man could read his mind.

@maybe he can, ever stop to think of that?@

Once again Schuldig had managed to scare the shit out of Ken and he was beginning to resent it in a violent way.

Schuldig just let his chuckle reverberate through Ken's mind, leaving the prone man to think about what he had said.

Ken was amazed. It seemed as if he were transported back into the world of normality. The place he was being held hostage at was dismal and dark, from another time even, until the kitchen, kept sparkling clean with minimal clutter on the counters, a living room, furnished with what looked be plush chairs and a couch, through the living room there was a stair case going up.

When ever the pain Ken was feeling started to subside, Farfarello would shift him, sending the pain coursing through him yet again. The shifting of Farfarello's body told Ken that they must have arrived at Farfarello's desired destination. That thought was followed by the sound and the jarring of a door being kicked open.

Before Ken could even see much of the room, he found himself being flung into the air. He almost didn't have time to register the events taking place before he blacked out, his head striking the head board of the bed he had been tossed onto.

The burst of light hit his eyes when he came to a few moments later. He was getting sick of being knocked out and around. He started a violent struggle that ended almost before it had begun. He had found himself handcuffed to the wall behind him.

He didn't have much maneuverability. He would lucky if he could stretch out flat on his back. He realized the sensation creeping down his arm was the viscous flow of blood from his struggle.

Jei watched intently as the fluid slid down the First's arms. It glinted like a dark precious stone in the light. He moved in for a taste. He felt the bed shift as the First moved as far as he could get while still bound. This amused Jei. He stretched up and lapped the blood from his captive. Slow torturous swipes of his tongue, almost like a lover would.

He slowly moved up the First's arms, using only his tongue to clean away the red stain on the tan skin. He sucked at the wound when he reached Ken's wrist, hearing the sharp intake of breath from the man almost completely beneath him.

Ken couldn't believe what Farfarello was doing. It was almost too much for his mind. The madman was being gentle and it scared him… as well as turned him on. That was what sickened him the most. He had given his heart to the red headed leader of Weiss and yet here her was, almost willing Farfarello to continue with his sensuous torture. He tried to move away again. He feared Farfarello in a completely different way. This was a fear he had never felt before.

Jei knew the instant Hidaka got his wits back. He pulled away from the delicious liquid of life and swiftly, harshly, took the mouth that just a moment before had let out sounds of pleasure. The taste of Hidaka's mouth was sweet, mingled with more blood as his lip had been cut in the hard kiss of dominance.

Ken wasn't expecting this at all. His mind almost shut down from the confusion the Berserker was flooding him with. He felt the slide of hands gliding over his body, and tried to resist the sexual pull they created. With a cry of dismay, he forced his mouth away from the softening one of Farfarello.

"NO! I won't do this! You can't force me to like this, to want this!" he was trying to convince himself that he didn't really like it, that he want it. It just wasn't right.

Jei chuckled at the thoughts racing through his captive's head. Decided to the "nice" ting and allow Hidaka to not crave it. He pulled away long enough to snag one of his knives. He then proceeded to cut away all of Hidaka's clothes, leaving him nothing for cover, and leaving gashes that spilled over with slick shiny blood. He plunged it deep into the yielding flesh of Hidaka's abdomen, causing Hidaka to let out a shriek of pain. Jei twisted the blade. This in turn ripped more anguished sounds from the throat he had once almost claimed in blood. He pulled the serrated knife out and slashed at Hidaka's joints, severing ligaments and muscles.

Jei kept a faint link with Hidaka, pushing him, but not letting him claim the oblivion he was beginning to beg for silently. Jei grew slowly tired of the splash of blood and pain that he caused and switched tactics. He began to slowly cut little shapes into Hidaka's skin. Hidaka, whom had long since lost his voice, began to hoarsely scream as Jei peeled the skin cut outs he had made. He wasn't finished yet, no he did that on all of Hidaka's limbs, and when he finished with one peeling, he would then linger to suck away the blood that welled up and overflowed the shape. The blood and fear was almost orgasmic to Jei.

The pain was excruciating and there was nothing Ken could think of to stop it. He had long since stopped coherent thought, so begging fort mercy was far from his mind. Every time he came so close to the edge, he was tossed back in to the agony the Farfarello was wreaking on his body and mind. If he had anything left other then the mindless screams that were barely a whisper now, the final straw for him would have been the tear drop shape near the inside corner of his right eye, so close to his eye. If he hadn't long since run out of tears he would have almost sworn that the trickle down his cheek was a stream of tears. Ken knew better though.

The sleek line wound its way down Hidaka's face, and Jei just watched this one before he fed off of it. When Jei pulled away he saw the dull flat look in Hidaka's eyes, he knew the thrill of yet another triumph over the First and the God he served. He watched as the faint green glow spread and became brighter. The intensity of the light was almost too much for Jei, but he watched in sick fascination as all his hard work, disappeared right before his eyes.

He knew a hollow ache as the ligaments, tendons and muscles reknitted. As the skin seemed to creep and move to cover the patches he had left. He could almost hear the squishy sound of the organs he had come close to destroying reform, faster now then it had been before. He drank in the sound of the last hoarse sound Hidaka could release as the healing process sped up, now not just to keep him alive, but to completely heal him, to make him whole again physically.

Jei was almost said to see his artwork disappear, leaving behind only the blood he had left, until the thought occurred, he could do it again as often as he would like.

Ken was just at the edge again, one more little thing was all it would take to send him into the oblivion he had begun to crave. His eye sight had gone hazy from blood lose and spent energy. He felt he could almost see the deranged thoughts in Farfarello's head. What was worse was the blood that stained everything he was wearing, even painting his skin a dull red as it dried. The Madman before him started to cackle in the scariest way imaginable, before he swooped down to claim Hidaka's mouth in a savagery that drew yet more blood, pain. He then felt the daggers plunged into his hands, pinning them against the wall that was when the link to his consciousness was severed…

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At the same time that Ken was being tortured God knew where, Ran felt twinges in various locations on his body. He doubled over with what seemed to be a cramp. Omi had sent him out of the shop for the day. The pain lingered for a long time. Nothing seemed to make the phantom pains go away. His joints felt particularly useless and he began to notice thin red lines appearing where the pain was. He felt he was beginning to lose it when it felt as if his skin was trying to crawl off of him in shapes. So many different shapes and the sizes varied as well. While that was the worst of it, it had started the night Ken had disappeared.

That night he couldn't get rid of the Ache that resounded through his head. It would subside a bit to come lancing back. The pain strangely enough seemed to be strongest when they were at the ally where they found Ken's clothes. The farther away they got, the more the pain seemed to ease up. It wasn't just pain ran was feeling. He had completely irrational bouts of fear, and pleasure. So many emotions, hitting a man that had long since buried his own.

Ran knew why he was so pissed; he just wasn't ready to admit it. But he knew that if things for all of them didn't change somehow and soon, they were never going to find Ken, dead or alive, and living might just become an issue for the three remaining Weiß as well…

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WHAP!

Anendee: OUCH! What the Hell was that for?! *rubs head*

Ran and Ken: Pain!

Ken: you give it to us, in spades.

Ran: Why shouldn't we give some back?

Farfarello: But pain is such a beautiful thing

Ken*mumbles*: sure if you don't feel it. *rubs his right hand around his left wrist, wincing*

Farfarello: Ah, but to be the cause of such a glorious thing *his one eye sparkles maniacally*

Ran*grumbles*: One of these days, Ken is going to hate you and I will finally get my third wish.

Anendee: oh and what were the first 2?

All three *give author the stupid look*

Anendee: What? What did I say?

Weiß and Schwarz *all together now*: Clueless Moron!

Anendee *pouts*: that hurts, guys, am I not nice to you?

Crawford sputters and the rest give Anendee the disgusted look.

Schuldig: you think you are nice to us? I have seen nicer thing done to people in horror films, lady. Man, are you delusional. *shakes head*

Anendee: Fine, I know when I'm not loved!