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I do not own Weiß Kreuz or any of its characters. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination. Please be aware that I am extremely poor so suing me will do you no good. Thanks.

Warning: NC-17 / Lemon Yaoi / NCS / Violence / Explicit Language

Pairings: Aya + Yohji / Schuldich x Yohji / Ken + Omi / Bradley x Nagi

FYI: { Telepathic speech } -- Inner thoughts -- [ Flashback ]

Author's note:

Hey guys, here's the next chapter of The Hunted. I hope that this chapter has enough emotional angst for you because writing this one took a lot out of me. And let's not even talk about the juicy lemon I've decided to open up the chapter with. I'm pretty happy with it. I hope you guys like it.

Well, enough said so enjoy the fic!

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 10

Nagi could feel his heart ramming into his chest as he stared into Bradley's startled eyes. He had felt Bradley's warmth move away from him and he had been immediately jolted awake. He'd seen Bradley making to leave and instead of pretending to still be asleep, he'd opened his mouth calling out the other's name. What do I say to him now? He looks like he wants to run away.

Nagi had been afraid of this. He really should've known better. How could he have expected Bradley to change view of him from one day to the next. Then why did he make love to me? Nagi sat up and waited for Bradley to speak. Say something, Bradley. Let me know that what happened between us meant the same to you as it did to me. When Bradley remained silent, Nagi was prompted to speak. "Bradley, answer me. Where were you going?"

Bradley turned away from him and Nagi felt his chest tighten in apprehension.

"Dammit Nagi, cover yourself," Bradley said, his tone harsh.

Nagi stiffened at the abrupt words and tried to hold back the hurt he was feeling. He reached over with shaky hands and picked up his clothes from the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could see Bradley getting dressed and Nagi moved to do the same, his nakedness suddenly making him feel vulnerable.

The tension between them was palpable and Nagi wanted to scream in frustration. What's going on, dammit? Why is he acting this way? I can't stand this.

Fully dressed, Nagi looked over at Bradley. He was nervous and he felt as if his whole world depended on what happened in the next few moments. I have to know what he's thinking. I can't sit here and not know. Nagi took a deep breath and strove to remain calm. It was now or never.

Eyes focused on Bradley, Nagi spoke, breaking the silence. "Bradley, say something. What just happened between us---"

"Was a mistake," Bradley interrupted him as the older man turned to face him, his amber eyes cold and aloof. "And it's never going to happen again."

Nagi flinched, feeling as if Bradley had just delivered a blow to his chest. Despair consumed him and Nagi blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill over. "A mistake?" he asked, his hoarse voice cracking. "How can you say that? We made love---"

"We didn't make love, Nagi," Bradley stated angrily as he stood up abruptly. "We had sex. Plain and simple. And it was a horrible mistake. One that I hold full responsibility for."

Nagi shook his head. Sex? How can he believe that? It was more than that. "What are you saying? We didn't just have sex," Anger suddenly bloomed inside of him, intermingling with the despair. "And you know it." He stood up and faced the man he loved, his eyes sparkling with anger. "You allowed yourself to feel for once and now you're running scared."

"Dammit Nagi, I was asleep. I didn't know what I was doing."

"No!" he said, cutting his hand through the air. "I don't want to hear the bullshit excuse you want to give me." His body was shaking; the anger in him a live wire ready to snap. "Why can't you just admit to me and to yourself that you wanted to make love to me. Is so fucking hard to admit that you care for me. That you wanted me." Tears were running down his face now but Nagi didn't care. His heart was breaking, shattering into a million pieces.

"Enough," Bradley whispered hoarsely, not looking at Nagi. He turned and made to move away but stopped with Nagi grabbed his forearm.

"Don't walk away from me, please," Nagi implored, anger no longer lacing his words. He looked at Bradley with beseeching eyes.

Bradley shook his head and snatched his arm away. "Please Nagi. Let it go. What happened between us can never occur again." Bradley looked at him once before he turned away and walked out of the room, leaving Nagi alone to his own despair.

Nagi fell to his knees as the hurt of Bradley's rejection assailed him. Silently he let the tears fall as he stared down at the floor, his arms wrapped around his waist.

Why Bradley? Why can't you love me back?

Climbing up the stairs, Yohji suddenly brought his hands up to his head as pain once again streaked through him. He stumbled and his hand shot out to grab the railing trying to balance himself as his world took a quick spin. Dammit, not again.

He was getting another headache. The dull throbbing he had been feeling just a few seconds ago as he'd exited the shop was now escalating, spreading like fire from the back of his head to his temples. Yohji knew from experience that the pain would soon become unbearable and he would have to eventually lie down.

Pain stabbed at him again like a shard of glass embedding itself into him and Yohji hissed. Leave me alone, goddammit!

It was 'him'. Yohji was sure of it, but he wasn't about to give in to the bastard. Not without a fight. This time he was ready, aware of the telepath's presence by the onset of agonizing pain. But if dealing with the pain was the price he had to pay to stay in control, to keep the invading presence from overwhelming him, then so be it. You're not going to win. You're not going to beat me.

By the time Yohji reached the top of the stairs, his vision had begun to blur and his legs had become leaden weights hard to move. Dammit, move Kudou. Walk. His body obeyed but not with little effort.

Sweating from the exertion to stay on his feet, Yohji was almost to his room when a deep and familiar voice called out his name from the direction of the stairs.

Aya?

Slowly Yohji turned his head, careful not to make himself even dizzier and faced the redhead. But despite his efforts, agony swept through him and it took all of his strength not to scream out loud. No. You can't. Not in front of Aya. Just hang on a little longer. "Leave me alone, Aya."

Desperate to escape the redhead's presence, Yohji moved to turn around but stopped short when Aya suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"We have to talk, Yohji," said his former lover, the command in his voice sounding loud and clear to Yohji.

Panic surged through him as the pain continued to escalate. Just looking at Aya was making his head pound even more. A loud ringing began to echo in his tortured mind and Yohji bit down on his tongue to avoid letting out a whimper.

"Did you hear me, Yohji? I said we have to talk," Aya repeated, his voice intermingling with the echoes already blasting in Yohji's head.

Please. Please, let me pass Aya. Please. His head was splintering, threatening to explode. Yohji could feel himself starting to lose focus. He placed an amazingly steady hand against the wall and Yohji hoped the redhead didn't notice the need for the support.

He was running out of time. He had to get to his room.

Yohji took a deep breath and looked at the man he still loved despite all that had occurred between them. "Can you please move, Aya? I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures right now, okay?"

He saw Aya's violet eyes narrow, saw the spark of anger he knew all to well within their depths, but Yohji didn't care. He needed to get to his room before he passed out in front of the other man.

"Yohji----"

"Dammit Aya, just fucking move!" he snapped, unable to hold back the frustrated anger he was feeling any longer. It was like Aya's presence was heightening the pain, intensifying his agony. Stop talking to me! Get away. Get away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Demanded Aya, practically spitting out the words as anger bloomed across his face.

The thundering in his head was getting louder and louder and Yohji couldn't take it anymore. Aya had to move. Now. "Nothing's wrong with me, dammit! It's not like you care anyway. So stop asking me stupid questions and get the fuck out of my way!"

With an angry shove, Yohji pushed Aya against the wall and walked past the shocked but incensed redhead.

"You know what? I don't fucking care," Aya spat at him from behind. "You can fucking drop-dead for all I care!"

The redhead turned away and Yohji could hear the man's angry footfalls as they descended down the stairs.

Blinking back tears of sadness and pain, Yohji reached out to open his bedroom door, his heart heavy as Aya's angry words echoed clearly in his mind past the ringing in his ears. I already knew that, Aya. You didn't have to tell me again.

He opened his door and nearly fell through it when a burst of pain hammered into him. Shit! He cradled his head with trembling hands and let out an agonized whimper as the onslaught continued. Somehow, he managed to close the door, swaying as he did so.

Aya's angry words began to reverberate in his tortured mind, getting louder and louder until Yohji wanted to scream in agony. The edges of his vision began to whiten and Yohji knew he was close to passing out. He moved, trying to get to his bed but stopped in mid-step when the voice he'd begun to fear once again whispered in his mind.

{ Aya doesn't care about you, Yohji. }

Yohji's pain filled eyes closed and he fell to his knees as a new layer of pain washed over him, ensued by the invading presence. His fingers dug into his temples and he could feel the pounding of his blood beneath his fingertips. Dammit, get out! Get out!

{ Why should I? I'm the only one who gives a shit about you, Yohji. You have to know that. }

The pain was consuming Yohji. He fell over to his side, hands still holding his head. Tears ran freely now as the assault to his senses threatened to shatter him.

No. Aya.

{ Why do you call out for him? He abandoned you. Used you. }

No. No.

Spasms of pain racked his body as Yohji tried to fight the voice that was slowly taking over his broken mind.

{ You loved him. Gave him every part of yourself, but he never loved you. Didn't he tell you that himself? Didn't he admit that to you? }

Aya's words once again came to haunt him.

[ You were something my body craved, Yohji. Nothing more. ]

[ You know what? I don't fucking care! You can fucking drop-dead for all I care! ]

With that final memory something inside of Yohji seemed to languish. His hands fell limply from his aching head and his now empty jade eyes stared sightlessly into nothing.

{ You've finally realized the truth, haven't you? }

Leave……me……alone Schuldich!

{ Ah. You've finally said my name. Good. That alone tells me that you know what I say is true. }

Shut up! You don't……know……anything.

{ But I do, kitten. I know a lot of things. More that you could ever imagine. }

Dammit, leave……me alone. Yohji whimpered in pain and once again raised his hands to cradle his head.

{ I can't. You belong to me. And soon you'll belong to Schwarz. }

Yohji's eyes widened. No! Never! I'm Weiss. Until……the day……I die.

Yohji was struggling against the darkness threatening to take him over somehow knowing that he'd truly be lost if he gave in to what his mind was crying out for him to do. He couldn't give in.

{ Why do you fight me? } Yohji could feel Schuldich's anger. { Can't you understand that there's no going back. I will have you, Yohji. }

Why? Why me?

{ Because you're what I want. What I need. }

Yohji closed his eyes. Aya had said the exact opposite to him. Suddenly he knew what Schuldich was doing. Dammit, stop……trying to use……my feelings……against me!

{ Stop thinking of HIM! Can't you see that you mean nothing to him. }

No! I know……that he……loves me. Somewhere……deep down. Yohji was crying now and he couldn't find the will to make himself stop. His world was collapsing around him and he couldn't find a way to escape the carnage. He couldn't think. There was only the pain and the voice.

{ I can take it all away, Yohji. If you'd just let me. }

I can't……let you. You……want to……control me……Use me……like before.

{ All I want is to make you mine again. To feel you against me again. }

No. Stop.

{ You're remembering, aren't you? How good it was between us? There was no pain, Yohji, only pleasure. }.

Like a crashing tidal wave, pleasure washed over Yohji, overloading him, making it impossible for him to resist.

{ Let me remind you. }

The veil of pain he had been under was suddenly lifted and Yohji felt himself harden. Gods. He rolled onto his back, gasping for air, drowning in ecstasy. He didn't fight it, couldn't fight it as his body instinctively reached for an alternative to the pain.

{ Do you remember now, Yohji? }

Yohji arched his back and moaned as he felt an invisible hand caress his painfully erect member.

{ Can you feel me, Yohji? Feel me touching you? }

Yohji couldn't reply. He was lost in a mist of pleasure, enraptured and captive. All he could do was feel.

{ I want you so much, Yohji. Need you like no other. }

The warm touch that had been fondling him suddenly dispersed into numerous waves of energy. Yohji moaned as he felt them pool down his body until they reached his entrance. His eyes snapped open as he felt a pulse of heat push into him. The intensity of it overwhelmed Yohji and his body arched in stunned pleasure. He gasped and cried out as his orgasm was triggered.

{ Yes. Oh Gods, yes. }

Heat continued to push into him again and again until somewhere in Yohji's dazed mind he heard a shout of profound pleasure echo in his head.

Slowly Yohji curled his shivering form into a fetal position as the urge to sleep began to claim him. He didn't care that he was on the floor or that his pants were wet from his own seed. All he wanted now was to sleep and to forget.

Exhausted and incoherent, Yohji's mind didn't register the words that were whispered to him as he gave in to the darkness.

{ You'll be where you belong soon, my kitten. Very soon. }

Stalking his way through the kitchen and then through the back door, Ran made his way down the stairs until he was outside in the alleyway.

He was angry, so angry that he couldn't trust himself to be around the others right now. He paced around the alleyway for a few minutes and he felt the anger slowly begin to dissipate. Just calm down. This isn't getting you anywhere. He shoved a hand into his scarlet lock and leaned back against the building's brick wall. Frowning, he looked straight ahead at the wall across the way, his eyes confused, his mind lost in thought.

He still couldn't believe what had just happened. He had been so intent on mending things with Yohji and now it seemed that he destroyed whatever chance he'd had to do so. How had it happened? How had things managed to get so screwed up? I let my anger take control and I fucked everything up. Dammit, what am I going to do now?

He'd been so consumed by anger, hurt over being yelled at and shoved by Yohji that he'd wanted only to hurt Yohji right back. Gods, I told him I didn't care. He'd practically told Yohji that he hated him. Ran cursed at his own stupidity, at his lack of control. Stupid!

Ran shoved away from the wall and resumed his pacing, hands fisted tightly at his sides.

What was he going to do? There was something definitely wrong with the blonde. Never before had Yohji lost his cool the way he had just now. The shove Ran had received had been a clear indication of that. And Yohji's eyes. There had been a panicked look to them. Ran had never seen them look so wild.

I have to find out what's wrong with him. But how? How was he going to get close enough? He'd completely ruined what little window he may have had to work with. Ran stopped pacing, eyes focused intently onto the cracked pavement beneath his feet. Despair washed over him and Ran could feel his body begin to shake.

I don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do.

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