Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Zerbrechliche Seele (Fragile Soul) ❯ DAY 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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(Fragile Soul)
DAY 4
"We're working on it," Birman said and her voice had that certain touch of an adult speaking to an upset child.
Yohji ran his fingers through his hair. "Working on it, working on it... Oh come on, Birman!" His voice was full of impatience. "We've got nothing, right? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!!" He snorted. "From all we know, Aya could be dead already! Dead..." Suddenly he halted and turned away, swallowing hard. Again his fingers combed through his hair in a nervous gesture. He took a deep breath and fished for the cigarettes in his pocket.
Birman sighed. "Yohji, calm down. I said..."
Yohji interrupted her harshly. "You want me to calm down? Then do something! Find Aya, for Chrissakes!!" he yelled. He drew a shuddering breath and his voice dropped to a whisper, "Before it's too late..." Turning away he moved to the open window, lighting a cig with trembling fingers.
Ken and Omi stared at Yohji's back, rather surprised by the outbreak. He'd been acting strange the last days. Even though one of their team mates was probably in danger (which still wasn't confirmed) - this wasn't quite the reaction they expected from Yohji.
Slowly Birman walked over to Yohji and gently placed a hand on his back. "I understand your concern, Balinese," she said softly, only for him to hear.
Surprised Yohji turned to face her, eyebrows drawn together slightly. She just nodded, no accusation, no judgment in her eyes. Yohji exhaled slowly, just now realizing he had held his breath.
"It looks quite hopeless right now, but we will get him back," Birman reassured. "We will."
The pain had died down to a dull, but persistent throbbing in his chest. The deep cuts had completely stopped bleeding and the acid burnt flesh had paled from angry red to rosy. Aya sat, eyes closed. As long as he was alone he could afford to occupy his mind with pleasant thoughts to override the pain. He tried to imagine what his sister was doing, tried to picture her playing volleyball, but every time he drowned in glittering jade pools. If I ever get the chance...? Tightly he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back tears. Suddenly he slammed his head back against the wall. No! He wasn't through this yet! He mustn't allow himself to be pulled down into this despair! With a low sound of suppressed anguish he curled up, stomach muscles contracting, creasing up the injured flesh and causing a jolt of pain to shoot through his body. Aya's mind filled with the forced pain, wiping away any thought.
The wind blew into the open window and ruffled Yohji's hair as he sped into the city. Sure, Birman had said, they would find Aya. But Yohji just couldn't stand the time it took. Time to find hints, time to follow leads, time to check on every god damn person Aya ever was in contact with. For hours he cruised around the city without destination, until he finally found himself parked outside the apartment building they lived in. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out of the window, staring up to the third floor, where Aya's apartment was, then his gaze slipped over to his own.
Damn... it seemed so long ago - yet it felt like it had just been yesterday, that he had patched up the unconscious Aya on the day he had joined them. He smiled a bit remembering the mess in the flower shop. Man... that redhead sure had a temper... and he was a fighter.... Yohji swallowed. He just hoped that cast-iron constitution was any good to Aya wherever he was now, whatever was happening to him...
Thoughtfully Yohji stared at the Porsche in the garage when he came to stand in front of it. As if in trance he'd gotten out of his car, climbed the stairs to Aya's apartment and let himself in. He'd wandered about the room, fingers sliding along furniture, over the fresh sheets on the bed. Then he'd found the katana and the keys of the white Porsche. Now he slid behind the wheel of the German sports car, placed the katana on the passenger seat and turned on the ignition. The powerful engine came to life and Yohji closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the deep growl and inhaling the aroma of the leather interior mixed with Aya's typical scent. A short while later he was on the road.
The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed through the darkness and penetrated the pained haze fogging Aya's mind. He looked up, then slowly rose to his feet when the door was pushed open. He had to do something, had to try again to escape. But what could he do without Brad knowing anyway? He pressed his lips to a thin line.
Brad walked in and stood a few feet away from Aya, holding his captive's gaze with dark piercing eyes. Schuldich leaned against the wall next to Aya. Silence settled heavily once the footsteps had quieted. Suddenly Brad smiled menacingly.
Aya didn't react to Brad's bait. "I gotta use the washroom," he said quietly.
"Is that so?" Brad's voice almost sounded amused.
Aya returned Brad's gaze impassively.
Slowly Brad took his glasses off and rubbed the ridge of his nose, then held the glasses against the light and peered through them, apparently searching for specks of dust or dirt. After painstakingly rubbing them with a white cloth the Schwarz leader put his glasses back on and watched Aya. There was no, absolutely no emotion visible on the still ivory features, no hint of anything in those cold violet pools. That little fun trip Farfarello's had sure didn't do the trick... he observed, amusement dampened by the lack of reaction. With a seemingly casual gesture he waved Schuldich to take Aya.
With an unreadable expression Schuldich loosened the chain from the wall. The Schwarz leader looked like he watched the development of something to which he already knew the end. Schuldich didn't even try to read Brad's mind, knowing he'd only run against a solid barrier. He grabbed Aya's arm and jerked him forward, painfully yanking the already twisted shoulder. Aya sucked in the air in with a soft hiss, but nothing more was heard from him.
"If you're planning the famous 'toilet window escape' you better do it now," Brad said casually as Schuldich and Aya just reached the door. "I know for sure that this is the only time you have to shit since you're refusing any food..."
Aya halted briefly, the corner of his mouth twitched and he heard a soft chuckle from the man beside him. He forced himself to calm and simply continued through the door and down the hall.
"Hey hey, not so fast." Schuldich caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him into a different direction. "That way."
Shoving Aya into the washroom Schuldich entered behind him, closed the door and languidly leaned against it. "There, shit your brains out. And be quick about it."
Aya didn't move, just stared at the other with narrowed eyes. Finally he slightly turned and brought his bound wrists into view. "Take it off."
Schuldich gave him an amused laugh. "Dream on." He reached out and gave the red-head a push.
Aya glared at him, still making no move towards the toilet.
"Oh..." Eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. "I get it." Schuldich pushed himself off the door and stepped close to Aya. "You don't know how to get your pants down with your hands tied to your elbows behind your back. Right?" He reached out and ran a finger along Aya's jaw, only being rewarded by an ice cold glare. "Let me help you with that…" His hands slid down Aya's front and teasing fingers slipped into the waistband before skillfully undoing the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. With a slow grin Schuldich took in how Aya's body tensed and he noticed the ever so slight widening of those stunning violet eyes. So… Mr. Cool-Calm-Collected isn't so CCC to the core after all. There actually are things that shock even him. One just has to dig deep enough. And digging deep was one thing Schuldich loved to do and was damned good at...
"I'm gonna wipe your ass too if need be," he said huskily at Aya's ear, tongue flicking over the lobe and jaw. It took every little bit of self-control for Aya not to jerk back, but he couldn't help going rigid. Suddenly Schuldich pulled down Aya's pants and backed off, leaving him to do his business.
Silently Schuldich regarded Aya's stiff posture, the absolutely still ivory features, the firm thin line of his pale lips. It wasn't fear of getting hurt or even killed that Schuldich had grasped just before Aya's mind barriers had slammed shut again, no, it was fear of being humiliated. He gave the redhead a dirty grin, as an idea formed in his head. Oh, that's good.... so good...
When Yohji returned to the house by the sea he found it empty. Obviously Ken and Omi had taken Aya-chan out again, trying to keep the sadness from overwhelming the sensitive girl. Yohji was oddly grateful that he didn't have to put up a show of his own, he was tiring and unsure for how much longer he could uphold what little cool he had left. This morning had shown quite clearly how run down his nerves were. And to be frank, he didn't wonder anymore why. He knew and had to admit it to himself. Fucking shit, but he loved that damn, stubborn, arrogant, ill-tempered redhead!
With a sigh Yohji dropped on a chair by the kitchen window, tugged the window open and fished for his cigarettes. For a long while he just sat there, staring out the window, blue smoke drifting out into the summer evening. When he heard a car pulling into the driveway he straightened up, shaking the trance off.
The door nearly slammed into the wall, so hard was it pushed open and Ken, Omi and Aya-chan came rushing into the house. "Aya!! Aya's back!! Aya!!"
Yohji jerked up. The chair crashed to the floor from the force with which Yohji pushed off of it to dash out into the hallway. "Where?!" His jade eyes darted around.
The others looked at him. "Yohji... How long've you been here? Haven't you seen him?"
Yohji frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked irritably. "Is this some sick joke of yours, Ken?"
Confusion. "But... his Porsche... it's parked outside..."
With a pained groan Yohji closed his eyes and turned away. "I took it..." he replied quietly, then simply walked away. The eyes of the others followed him as he climbed the stairs and they flinched as a door slammed shut.
Aya had totally lost track of time... was it one hour? two? more? after Schuldich had brought him back from that embarrassing scene in the washroom? Farfarello had visited, to inspect his handiwork from the day before - and add a bit more color... But whatever efforts Farfarello put into his task, Schuldich's desire was not satisfied. Aya had been silent like an alabaster statue and Farfarello had left, disappointed.
His body was numb. It was kind of comfortable in his situation to not feel the sharp pain, but then again... Leaning heavy against the wall Aya was wondering how much more he could take. If he was so far gone, although conscious, that he didn't even feel the beatings anymore he might not be far from the end... With a sigh he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, but jerked up when he drifted into a state of floating lightheadedness and his head started to roll to one side. He mustn't allow himself to sleep, for sleepiness would make his mental control slip, make the barriers crumble. But he needed rest so badly... Staying awake made the process of losing his strength of mind and will so long and painful in every way. And what was the end of it? Begging Schwarz for mercy? Never!
The sound of the door opening was overly loud in the absolute still of the dark room. Aya didn't move from his kneeling position by the wall, but he had to summon every spark of strength left in him to not flinch at the sound of Schuldich's voice.
"Rise and shine my beauty! Er... wrong time of day..." The flame haired Schwarz member sighed. "Too bad really for it fits so well... rise...." He chuckled and it sent an ice cold shiver down Aya's spine. "...my beauty..."
Aya gasped inaudibly when warm breath spilled over his face and slender fingers slid over his bared chest, trailing down over his stomach to toy with the waistband of his black jeans. He couldn't help but shrink back an inch and Schuldich got very well aware of it. The telepath smiled wickedly.
Yes... With that I get you... I'll get you...
Through his lashes Schuldich watched shaded violet eyes, expecting to find fear or anger, disgust, hatred - but he found nothing. Whatever emotion it had been that had made the redhead flinch, it was gone as if it never had been there at all. And trying to reach into his mind brought nothing but running up against an iron barrier.
Damn! How can you still be that strong! Damn you, fucking hard ass!White-hot rage flooded through Schuldich at the resistance even after days of torture. He backed away, only to suddenly grab Aya's shoulders hard. With a violent jerk he threw the redhead around and slammed his face onto the stone floor, pressing him down hard. He heard a half suppressed groan and it sent a jolt of heat through his body. This tiny admission to pain from the icy redhead with the iron will turned him on like nothing ever before.
Aya squeezed his eyes shut when his cheek grazed over the rough stone. He felt the heat of blood where his skin seemed to be scraped right off the bone. A low groan slipped from his throat as he felt a weight descending on his back. He tried to turn away as best as he could but Schuldich forced his head around and his breath fanned over his face.
"Fight. Or be still. It makes no difference to me. But I'll only stop when I have you screaming."
The whisper echoed painfully in Aya's ears. Frantic inside he tried to think of what Schuldich meant. Suddenly his eyes flew wide open as his pants were ripped down. The cold air stung like needles on his bare ass and a shiver ran up his spine. No... he won't... Strong hands gripped his hips tightly and pulled his lower body up. No...! Aya went rigid, pressing his thighs together instinctively. The amused laugh behind him made him cringe. He let his upper body slide forward, not caring about his cheek and chin being chafed to the bone, not caring about the cut and acid burnt flesh of his chest being torn to pieces again. Schuldich just moved closer and lifted his hips clear of the ground again until Aya's head pressed up against the wall and he had no where to go anymore.
"Yeah... fight... I like that...."
Aya heard the sound of a popping button.... a zipper.... and froze inside. No, no, no! He held his breath, trying to slow his heart that was pounding erratically. His insides twisted when his legs were forced apart and a hand ran over his backside, sliding into the crack and fingering his anus. His body jerked. No!!! This is not happening!
Schuldich laughed. "Oh, ya... pucker up, baby... so tight... so hot and you don't even know it... I'm gonna be in fucking heaven..."
Aya felt sick from the husky sweetness in Schuldich's voice, from the pain of the fingers that pushed into him, from the feeling of the heated, hard flesh pressed against the inside of his thigh. He swallowed hard. He felt so helpless... Pressing his lips together he squeezed his eyes shut. Yohji.......
Schuldich grunted as he slammed into the tight, unwilling opening. The heat closing tight around his sex made him tremble ecstatically.
Pain. Excruciating pain when the thick hardness entered him uninvited, brutally forcing through a ring of muscle that wasn't supposed to be stretched to that extent. A cry welled up in Aya's throat but he bit it back, not willing to give Schuldich his most desired reaction. Instinctively his muscles contracted and pressed down hard on the penetrating shaft.
"Oh damn..." Schuldich groaned and pulled back to thrust in again, and again. Gripping Aya's hips hard he pulled the writhing redhead back to drive himself even deeper into the twitching body. "Oh, fuck! You're good..."
Aya sucked in the air with a hiss. He felt as if his ribcage would burst with the screams that needed to make his pain to be heard. Instead he forced his body to relax and his mind suddenly went blank. Let it happen. Just let it happen and it'll be over sooner, he told himself, the sudden calm almost frightening. Slowly the tension flowed from his muscles and he went limp, enduring the humiliating violation without a single sound. The mission is to get through this alive and sane. He didn't even shudder at the sensation of the heated spurts of seed filling his insides. What it takes to get there is meaningless. Let them humiliate me. But they will not break me!
Schuldich cursed and pulled out of Aya's body, letting his hips drop carelessly. "Fucking shit!" He grabbed a fistful of flame red hair and yanked Aya's head back. "Don't think I'm done with you!" Brutally he flipped the slender man over and straddled his bleeding chest. His still erect manhood, despite the ejaculation, pressed against Aya's tightly closed lips. "Suck!"
Cold and empty violet eyes opened to Schuldich's command. The pale lips softened and the head slipped inside, touching the tongue. Schuldich let out a groan and watched Aya's face. Teeth grazed slightly over the taut, sensitive skin, pressure increasing. Suddenly a knife flashed up in Schuldich's hand and he set the point of the gleaming blade to Aya's head, just behind the ear. One stab through the temporal lobe would turn Aya into a catatonic... the perfect mute, broken sex toy... But that would be too easy, and not satisfactory. He'd rather see this spirit torn apart by his will and power, not by 'surgery'.
"Don't even think about it..." Schuldich said softly. "Suck."
Aya seemed to resign. The mission... alive and sane... His insides churned up with nausea when Schuldich thrust into his mouth deeply, the tip of his sex pushing down his throat. The point of the knife grazed his skin behind his ear, and he felt blood trickling along his neck. Calmly he watched Schuldich above him, pumping into him faster and harder while his glazing dark green eyes held deeply shadowed violet. Suddenly Aya's stomach heaved and bile rose when Schuldich came, shooting his liquid heat deep into his throat, and all Aya could do was swallow. His insides twisted painfully with gut wrenching nausea, and despite the heat he felt an ice cold knot in his stomach. But he didn't issue one single sound...
Schuldich was still for a moment, only trembling from the slowly fading ecstasy. He had his head thrown back and eyes closed, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm rippling through his body. Suddenly he became aware of the absolute quiet in the room, the dimness of which was filled with the smell of sweat and sex. His head snapped forward, glassy eyes fixing on the emotionless pale face beneath him. The damned redhead was still as death. Anger washed through him, the heat easily matching that of the previous desire. The rage and the sight of his cock still buried in the hot sheath of Aya's mouth made him twitch and he felt himself growing hard again, right inside his victim. He groaned and a cruel laugh erupted from his chest when he saw the amethyst eyes widening ever so slightly.
"Damn, you're so fucking good I could get addicted to you..." Schuldich said huskily and began to move again. "And this time... a little more tongue play, baby..." He laughed again, grinding his hips onto Aya's face.
The mission... alive and sane... no matter what it takes... alive and sane... alive and sane...
Aya's mind held on to this, forcing every other thought and emotion back into the darkest, most inaccessible corner. He refused to let anything show, schooling his features into a lifeless mask, violet eyes empty but for the intense ice cold fire deep inside, evidence for an unbroken spirit.
Once again Aya lost track of time and he lost count of how many times Schuldich violated him until he finally admitted defeat by leaving him. Only after the door had closed on Schuldich, Aya allowed himself to curl up into a miserable ball, back to the wall. But he did not cry...