Disclaimer:

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 / Non-Consensual sex / Violence / Explicit Language

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

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

Author's note:

Well guys, here's Chapter Eleven of The Hunted. Things are really heating up between Yohji and Schu in this chapter. So much so, that I've dedicated this chapter solely to them. That's right. This installment is pure Yohji and Schu angst all the way! And it wasn't easy, let me tell you. Yohji and Schu are both very complicated characters. I guess maybe that's why I love them so much. Because of their perplexing personalities, I've tried to give you a more intriguing view of the ever growing relationship that is brewing between them. Now don't get me wrong, Aya isn't out of the picture. I've just decided to confuse and totally complicate the triangle I have going even further. I know - I'm evil (*grins proudly*).

Well, that's it for now. I hope that you enjoy this latest installment. And please, don't forget to review!

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 11

"Balinese, check in."

"Balinese here," Yohji responded into his communicator, holding a hand over its earpiece as his eyes roamed quickly over the empty hallway. "Third floor's empty. I'm heading for the fourth."

"Copy that Balinese. Bombay out."

With the ease of experience, Yohji quietly made his way to the stairwell that lead to the fourth floor. Eyes focused and alert, Yohji began his climb up the stairs, anxious to accomplish his task. The faster you finish this, the faster you can get the fuck out of here, Kudou.

He didn't want to be here. From the moment Manx had arrived at the shop with their latest mission, a feeling of unease had clung to Yohji like a persistent shadow. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen and no matter how hard he tried to assure himself that all would be well, Yohji couldn't make himself relax.Tension radiated throughout his body and Yohji could feel himself growing more and more nervous with every step he took. Gods, what's wrong with you, Kudou? You're not some fucking rookie. Get your shit together, dammit.

When he finally reached the fourth floor landing, Yohji ducked down low. This part of the building was set up differently from the rest of the complex. Instead of coming into a small encased area as he had previously, Yohji was now in a huge corridor. The expanse of the area was about the same size as the third floor itself. That's about out……30,000 square feet. Fuck.

He'd read the reports and had studied the floor plans of the building Kritiker had provided them, but he really hadn't expected the area to be so large. The walls were lined up with huge double stacked wooden crates, leaving the middle of the area completely empty and exposed. Shit. Why the fuck do I always get the short end of the stick?

Yohji took a deep breath as he placed a hand over his watch and pulled at the wire hidden within it. With his jade eyes darting side to side, Yohji moved further into the darkened corridor. Once again the trepidation that had been plaguing him since the beginning of this mission crawled up his spine and Yohji couldn't help but shiver in response. But although the need to turn back was increasing within him, Yohji continued his trek across the large area.

He had a mission to complete, dammit. He couldn't allow his fears to take control, fears that had no reasoning behind them. I've fucked up too many times already. I'll be damned if I let my pride go down to hell too. He had a job to do and Balinese, the Weiß assassin, wasn't about to be held back by Yohji Kudou's weaknesses.

Determined to fulfill his portion of the assignment, Yohji swallowed back his anxiety and pushed himself forward into the darkness ahead.

From the shadows, Schuldich watched his beautiful enemy's approach. He smiled as his feral eyes followed his prey's every move, anticipation coursing wildly within him.

Yohji.

The blonde was all that Schuldich wanted, all that he craved and thought about. No matter how hard he'd tried, Schuldich couldn't seem to control his ever growing feelings for the man who was technically his enemy. Schuldich's fists clenched at his sides as he felt the now familiar wrenching of his heart.

How? How had his prey become his captive? How had he allowed the wire-wielding assassin to gain such a powerful hold over him?

Schuldich hadn't planned for this to happen, hadn't planned to lose control of the part of him he'd kept locked away for so many years. But although he didn't like it, didn't like the vulnerability that came along with such an awakening, Schuldich knew that it was too late to turn back. Yohji Kudou was now the center of his world, the core of his very soul. Everything inside of him called out for the blonde. His body needed Yohji's, needed to feel Yohji's warmth - Yohji's very breath against him.

But he was afraid.

Yes, Schuldich, Mastermind of Schwarz, a bastard like no other, was afraid. Of what? Myself. Schuldich closed his eyes but opened them quickly, not wanting to lose track of the approaching Weiß assassin.

Fear of the likes he'd never known held him in a tight vise every time he allowed himself to interact with Yohji's mind. With every merge, Schuldich risked losing himself to the desire only the blonde could evoke within him. And it terrified him, terrified him to see how quickly his hard earned control would fade away as if it had never existed. It was like his mind was no longer in command. His body, his need was dominating his every thought and movement and he could feel his self-control dwindling more and more, losing its hold over his mind. What had happened a week ago was a clear indication of just how out of control he really was.

Schuldich's fists tightened causing his nails to dig into his skin, but he didn't feel the pain. His mind was too preoccupied with the memory of what he'd done to the blonde who was now so very near. Dammit, how could I have lost it like that? How could I have been so out of control?

Schuldich had felt many things in his life - Pain, anger, the need for vengeance, lust, arrogance, wicked satisfaction, and yes, even fear. But he had never before felt such a deep and agonizing sense of guilt. Once again his body had betrayed him, betrayed him by taking control of his mind and using his gift to overpower the man he was beginning to...cherish.

It was ironic really, how an act that would have given Schuldich nothing but pleasure in the past now only gave him an immeasurable amount guilt and even shame. Shit, I really have fucking lost it.

What other explanation could there be for his behavior? Why else would he actually be standing in wait for the object of his desire, the cause of his bitter confusion to come closer.

Fear once again made its presence known within him as he felt his control slipping yet again. But as Schuldich's gaze locked onto his target, the feeling was quickly replaced by an overwhelming surge of desire. He couldn't help but admire the blonde's grace and stealth. Yohji's every movement was precise and agile. Schuldich couldn't stop the wave of lust that was now washing over him as his eyes remained focused on Yohji's lanky form. His every pore was screaming out to touch Yohji, to once again claim the blonde for his own.

No longer was he thinking of the risk he was surely taking by crossing Yohji's path or by entering Weiß's territory. No longer was the guilt he'd been feeling taking precedence over his body's need. All that mattered now was that his prey was within his grasp. And he would be damned even more than he probably already was if he allowed Yohji to slip through his fingers yet again. He would not let this opportunity pass him by and would go through anything and anyone to possess what was rightfully his.

"Fourth floor seems to be clean but I'm going in further to make sure before I double back."

"Copy that, Balinese. Be careful. Bombay out."

Yohji raised a hand to his earpiece and pressed at the button on his communicator, retracting the thin metal mouthpiece he'd been talking into. He frowned, feeling embarrassed as he remembered the way he'd nearly jumped out of his skin when Omi's voice had echoed in his ear moments before. What the hell's wrong with you? Why was he feeling so edgy? So afraid? Yohji took in a deep breath as he walked along the huge corridor.

Not wanting to be completely out in the open, he had moved closer to the wooden crates that were stacked against the walls. The action should have relieved a bit of the tension that he'd been feeling, but it hadn't. He was still extremely nervous and he felt as if his heart was about to explode right out of his chest. Calm down, Kudou. You're doing good. Just a few more feet and you're in the clear.

But the more ground he covered, the more his anxiety grew, threatening to overwhelm him. It made no sense to him. This fear coursing through him. There was nothing out there, dammit. Nothing for him to be so apprehensive about. The building was empty with the exception of the small group of guards stationed to work tonight and they were being taken care of by Ken. He and Omi were in charge of keeping surveillance over the building, making sure no one got in or out. The only one that would be left standing would be the target they had come to eliminate and that was Aya's task to handle. So what the hell is wrong with you? What are you so fucking worried about?

A sudden movement in front of him had Yohji jumping back and releasing his wire. What the hell was that? His wire whistled through the air but Yohji knew it was in vain. He couldn't aim, couldn't lock on to whatever was out there. He just couldn't see. Whatever - Whoever was out there was using the shadows to their advantage. Shit, shit, shit.

Yohji tried to move back toward the shelter of the crates but was stopped short when something came at him from the left at an alarming speed and shoved him against the wall right in between two columns of stacked crates.

His communicator flew off his head and it crashed to the floor, the impact echoing loudly through the silence. Yohji fought to breathe as the air was knocked out of him but self preservation took over and his hands came up to latch onto the pair of strong arms holding him against the wall. He struggled to free himself from his attacker's hold but found himself unable to break free.

"Don't fight me, kitten." A familiar voice whispered into his ear.

Yohji's eyes widened and his insides quivered in fear as he recognized the voice piercing through the darkness. Then as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, Schuldich's face came clearly into view. Green locked onto green, and Yohji knew a moment of pure terror. "No. No! Let me go, dammit! Let me go!"

Yohji was shoved into the wall again, although this time a bit more gently and he stilled at the sound of Schuldich's voice whispering through his mind.

{ I said stop it! Fighting isn't going to get you anywhere, Yohji. When are you going to realize that? }

Yohji closed his eyes. "Please, let me go," he whispered. It sounded like he was begging. He probably was. But Yohji didn't care. All he wanted was to get away from the man who had turned his life into a living nightmare. "Please Schuldich, let me go."

Schuldich pressed himself full against his body and Yohji held back a whimper as the telepath leaned forward to trace his tongue along Yohji's lips. Fire seared the skin those lips touched and Yohji moaned as a sharp stab of desire cut through him. Schuldich's tongue probed further until it found its way into his mouth. Yohji's body reacted against his will, overriding his mind's control ashe opened his mouth in wild abandon. But even as his body betrayed him, his mind cried out in desperation, making one final attempt to free himself.

Please stop.

{ No, I need you too much to let you go. And...you need me too much to stop me. }

Their tongues met fiercely as they tasted each other and Yohji found himself unable to think, unable to resist what the passion that Schuldich was evoking inside of him. Everything around him was becoming a blur, fading away into the darkness that surrounded him. His body was no longer his to control and his mind was no longer crying out for release.

A single tear trailed down Yohji's cheek as he moaned in pleasure and his body cried out for more.

Now, he was truly lost.

Lost in a haze of lust, Schuldich shoved his hands into Yohji's hair, gripping the golden locks tightly and crushed his lips against his enemy's mouth. Unconsciously, he linked their minds causing them both to cry out in unison as their pleasure intermingled and formed a solid force of sheer animalistic savagery.

Panting and unable to control the raging hunger coursing through him, Schuldich reached underneath Yohji's long dark jacket with a pair of unsteady hands and ripped at the blonde's pants. Nothing mattered right now. His only thought, his only goal was to satisfy the aching need inside of him.

He growled in satisfaction when Yohji hands slid up his back to pull at his coat and shirt and felt a rush of heat poured into him as those same hands began to caress his now exposed chest. Schuldich thought he would die from the pleasure now burning through him. Gods, yes.

Once Yohji's pants were opened, Schuldich pulled them down leaving Yohji totally exposed to his touch. He reached down and closed his hand around Yohji's hard shaft and smiled in satisfaction when he heard Yohji cry out. He could feel the exquisite pleasure rushing through Yohji, their mental link still binding them together. Yohji began to pump his erection into Schuldich's hand and he growled as his own rock hard member pressed painfully against his pants.

Annoyed by the restricting material, Schuldich released Yohji's erection and ripped at his own clothing, freeing his dripping member from its confines. He moved his knee in between Yohji's slender legs until he was pressed tightly against the blonde's erection. He hissed as he thrust forward, eliciting a moan from the other man and moved his hands to part Yohji's legs even further.

"I have to have you now, Yohji," Schuldich whispered into his prey's ear. "I have to."

Consumed by the flames burning within him, Schuldich's hands slid around Yohji's buttocks and lifted the blonde's hips toward him. With one hand holding Yohji's lower body toward him, Schuldich used his other hand to lift one of Yohji's long legs over his arm. His lips descended upon Yohji neck and he mercilessly suckled at the tender skin.

Lust kindled the ravaging flame inside of him pushing his restraint to its limit, but Schuldich didn't allow his desire to consume him entirely. Breathing heavily, it took all of Schuldich's control to make himself wait for the right moment to make Yohji his. He didn't want to hurt the blonde and so he waited until the Yohji's mind was totally consumed by the pleasure they were both feeling. When he felt that Yohji was finally ready for his raw entry, Schuldich pushed forward and entered Yohji in one swift stroke.

Yohji cried out and Schuldich clenched his teeth as Yohji's tight entrance encased him to the hilt. He felt Yohji's dazed senses clearing from the pain he had inevitably felt and Schuldich's mind immediately reached for control. He locked onto Yohji's eyes and concentrated on the blonde's pleasure centers, stimulating every crucial nerve within the other man's body. Yohji's jade eyes quickly glazed over and Schuldich thrust forward knowing that the blonde would no longer fight him.

Yohji's entrance tightened its hold over him and all thought ceased as Schuldich allowed himself to finally let go. The flicker of regret he'd been feeling was forgotten, buried deeply where it could not interfere.

Their ragged breathing echoed through the otherwise silent corridor along with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh as Schuldich's body pumped into Yohji's receptive form. Yohji's head fell back against the wall and his hands clutched Schuldich's shoulders frantically. The blonde began to whimper moving into his thrusts and Schuldich almost lost it. He felt the coil within Yohji begin to tighten and he knew that Yohji was close to release.

Sensing his own impending climax, Schuldich lifted Yohji's other leg. The abrupt change in position allowed him to penetrate deeper into the blonde's tight passage causing Schuldich's head to fall back as he moaned in sweet exaltation.

He heard Yohji hiss and felt the other's hand release his shoulder to grab at the wall behind them. Elation and pure satisfaction coursed through Schuldich as he felt the coil within Yohji finally snap. Arching against him, Yohji orgasmed and would have screamed if Schuldich hadn't crushed his lips against Yohji's in order to silence him.

Fiery cream jetted onto Schuldich's stomach as Yohji erection pulsed against him and Schuldich's pace quickened, his mind in a frenzy, his body lost to hunger. Pleasure almost to the point of pain shot through him as Yohji's body began to milk him and Schuldich's pace sped up even more, his erection ramming deeper and harder into Yohji shivering form as he neared completion.

Again and again, he plunged into Yohji, trying to resist the muscles clamping over him, trying to prolong the moment, but his body could no longer hold back the explosion threatening to shatter him. He latched onto Yohji's mouth once again and muffled a shout as he finally climaxed. Stars exploded before his eyes and electrifying waves of ecstasy ran through him as he spilled his seed into Yohji's receptive body.

He continued to thrust into Yohji languidly until his erection softened and slipped out of the blonde's entrance. Panting almost as much as Yohji was, Schuldich slowly lowered the other man's legs but kept his hands possessively on the blonde's waist.

Yohji slumped forward against him and he knew a moment of pure joy when Yohji burrowed his face into Schuldich's neck. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the blonde and pressed his face against the sweet smelling hair curling against his cheek as he relished in the feel of having Yohji within his arms.

Little by little, their breathing calmed and Schuldich knew that soon Yohji would realize what had just happened between them. His brow creased as an overwhelming wave of sadness caused his chest to tighten. Why did it have to be this way between them? Why couldn't this fleeting moment of happiness evolve into something more?

Yohji suddenly stiffened in his arms and Schuldich knew that Yohji had regained his senses. With a horrified cry, Yohji shoved him away and something inside of Schuldich seemed to snap without warning.

"Dammit, not again. Not again," Yohji ranted, shoving his hands into his hair. He ripped his hands out of his hair and looked up at Schuldich, his face contorting in anger. "What did you do to me?" Yohji shouted, his voice echoing through the darkened corridor. "Why did you do this to me again?"

Panic, fear, disgust - It was all there to see in Yohji's wide teary eyes and Schuldich couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand the pain of being rejected by the one he wanted most in this world. Anger washed over him like a tidal wave, uncontrollable and savage. Before he knew what he was doing, Schuldich raised his hand and backhanded Yohji across the face. The impact so hard that Yohji's head snapped back and hit the wall behind him.

Shocked by what he'd done, Schuldich watched in horror as Yohji slid down the wall, a small trail of blood running from the corner of Yohji's lips.

"Shit!" Schuldich fell to his knees and reached out to Yohji. He felt an unfamiliar wrenching in his heart when Yohji pushed his hands away and pressed against the wall trying to keep a distance between them. "Dammit, Yohji! You made me do it. Shit, I'm sorry, Yohji. I'm sorry!" Schuldich practically shouted as he roughly pulled the struggling blonde into his arms.

Despair, anger, humiliation and even a thread of fear coursed through Yohji and Schuldich's breath hitched. He felt as if he were about to shatter. He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take anymore of Yohji's pain. He closed his eyes and reached for the connection he had with Yohji once again.

He winced as Yohji's chaotic thoughts crashed into him but his hold over their link didn't falter. His brows furrowed and his eyes closed even tighter as he attempted to still the turbulent thought patterns flowing unchecked through Yohji mind.

Minutes passed before Schuldich finally felt Yohji's body begin to relax in his arms. Muscle by muscle, the tension drained away from the blonde, leaving Yohji exhausted within Schuldich's embrace.

{ Let me go, Schuldich. }

Schuldich opened his eyes, shocked that Yohji had actually used their link to speak to him.

{ I can't. You're mine, Yohji. And I'm never letting you go. }

Schuldich felt Yohji tense in his arms and although he didn't want to, loosened his hold as the blonde pulled away from him. Lust surged again through his lower body at the sight of Yohji's half naked form, but he controlled the urge to reach for the blonde and stayed still as Yohji reached frantically for his pants.

Once dressed, Yohji ran a hand through his disheveled blonde hair still not making a move to stand. The blonde looked up and Schuldich once again marveled at the beauty of those jade eyes, but his fists tightened the instant he saw the desperation and anger whirling within their depths.

"Why?" Yohji demanded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Why are you doing this?"

Schuldich stared into Yohji's confused eyes, his mind already searching for an answer to Yohji's query.

Never before had he fought so hard to possess his prey and never before had his prey eluded his control as Yohji had. At first, the challenge Yohji had presented to him had intrigued him and aroused him like no other had before. Even now, after his passionate possession of Yohji's body, Schuldich wanted him again, wanted Yohji's body and mind to once again join with his own. But now it was for a reason other than a hunter wanting to claim his prey. Yohji was something...precious, something he wasn't willing to relinquish.

So why was he doing this?

Schuldich looked into the angry eyes of the man he desired beyond reason and smiled. I think I know why now. Know why my soul calls out for his.

Slowly, he brought his hand up and ran his fingers through Yohji's honey-blonde tresses, a part of him surprised that the other man was permitting his touch and whispered, "You will never understand my reasons for wanting you. It's beyond any explanation I could give you." His hand grasped Yohji's hair gently, fisting the soft blonde locks against his skin. "Just know that I've chosen you for my own." Evergreen eyes bore into Yohji's, their warning clear and true. "And once I declare something as mine, nothing...no one on this Earth can prevent me from claiming it."

Schuldich lowered his lips to hover closely over the blonde's, his hand moving to the back of Yohji head so that he could keep Yohji in place and whispered into Yohji's mind a truth that he was determined to make the blonde accept.{ Consider yourself chosen and claimed, Yohji. You are mine now and forever. } His lips fell upon Yohji's in a gentle kiss and sealed his promise.

Yohji tried to pull away but Schuldich didn't let him, tightening his hold over the blonde's hair. No. Not again. He linked with Yohji once again and sent him waves of comfort and pleasure as he licked away the blood smearing Yohji's skin. It took a while for the process to take effect since Yohji's mental barriers were back in place, but fortunately for him, the barriers weren't as strong as they had once been. Yohji was too confused, too emotionally stressed now to sustain his usually powerful mental shields.His heart began to pound as Yohji started to respond, melting into his kiss.

But the moment was short lived, as Yohji began to struggle against his manipulation, obviously not as weak as Schuldich had assumed. Yohji broke away from their kiss and Schuldich cursed in frustration. Dammit, I'm going to have to work fast.

He would have to move quickly in order to ensure that Yohji would succumb to him completely, to ensure that Yohji was permanently his. Knowing now what his true feelings were, Schuldich's determination to have Yohji was stronger than ever.

Omi's voice suddenly echoed throughout the silent corridor and Schuldich looked over to where Yohji's communicator had fallen on to the floor. Shit.

"Balinese...Do you copy?" The fall had obviously damaged the device. The feedback was distorted and Omi's voice could barely be heard above the static."...Balinese...target...down...Return...to...."

Distracted by the interruption, Schuldich didn't notice Yohji move until it was too late. Metal wire whistled through the air just before it looped around his neck in a blink of an eye. Schuldich's eyes widened and he brought his hands up to grasp at the razor sharp metal strand, cutting his hands in the process. He didn't move a muscle and showed no outward reaction. But inside? Inside, he was seething.

The tables had turned.

His evergreen eyes followed Yohji's every movement as the blonde bend over slightly to pick up the fallen communicator. Yohji's eyes never wavered from him and his hand never slackened on the wire now biting into Schuldich's skin.

"Copy that Bombay," Yohji responded, holding the communicator halfway over his ear. "I'm on my way."

Yohji looked Schuldich in the eye as he jerked his hand and allowed the wire to loosen around Schuldich's neck. Another jerk and the wire fell away, whistling through the air yet again as it coiled back into the watch on Yohji's wrist.

"Stay away from me Schuldich," Yohji said, his voice cold and threatening. "Or next time, you won't get a second chance."

Schuldich's eyes hardened even as his infamous smile curved his chiseled lips.

"I don't think so, Kudou," he replied as his eyes bore into Yohji's. "You could have killed me many times over by now but you didn't. Did you?"

Yohji's eyes widened as he began to back away.

"And you know what, Kudou? You never will."

"No! You don't know a fucking thing about me," denied Yohji. "Come near me again and I will kill you, Schuldich. I fucking swear it." And with those final words, Yohji turned and ran back the way he'd come.

Schuldich made no move to follow but his eyes narrowed as he channeled his thoughts. He wasn't about to let Yohji leave without hearing his finally say.

{ You can't kill me and we both know it, Yohji. Deny it all you want, but you can't runaway from the truth for long. } He paused, making sure that Yohji heard his every word. { You can't kill me because you know that you're mine. }

With one final glance in the direction Yohji had fled, Schuldich turned and walked into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

You're mine and soon you will no longer be given a choice.

{ You can't kill me because you know that you're mine. } Trying to escape Schuldich's haunting words, Yohji ran until his legs could no longer support him. Panting heavily, Yohji pressed his body against a wall and slid down to the floor. He winced when he felt a cold dampness in between his legs, evidence of the sin he had once again committed.

A small sob escaped his lips and Yohji pressed a hand quickly over his mouth, jarring his split lip. But Yohji ignored the discomfort, ignored the physical pain. His body and mind were too submerged within the agonizing torment now gripping his soul to feel anything else.

Yohji brought up his legs, bending them at the knees and pressed his face and hands into them, his shoulders already shaking uncontrollably as despair and agony swept through him.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He couldn't keep hiding from the truth.

He's right, goddammit. He's fucking right.

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