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 / NCS / Violence / Explicit Language

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

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

Author's note:

Hey, everyone. Chapter 15 of The Hunted has finally arrived! This chapter is filled with my usual dosage of angst AND includes a juicy lemon scene that will hopefully be to your delight.

I'd like to extend my thanks to all of you who've stuck with me after FFNet's unjust ban against NC-17 rated fics. Your support and kind words have made this latest installment of The Hunted all the more special and I thank you with all of my heart for it.

This chapter, filled with NC-17 goodness, is dedicated to all you.

Well, enough with the mush. Go on and enjoy the fic! Oh, and don't forget to review!!!

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 15

Sounds of shattering glass echoed along the walls as Aya moved swiftly through the smoke filled office. Debris was coming down all around him and it was taking all of Aya's skill to avoid being hit by the falling slabs of metal and concrete. Panting and coughing, he ran quickly, trying to keep his balance as the floor beneath his feet shook yet again. Shit!

Aya knew that by now all of the building's main exits had been cut off or destroyed by the fire; the bombs having been designed to destroy the structure in a matter of minutes. It had been foolish of him to not have formulated an efficient plan before he'd rushed back into the burning building unprepared. But his normally calculated logic had been overruled by fear ... fear for the man he loved above all else.

When Omi had reported Yohji missing, Aya had felt as if the floor had dropped from under him. All thought had vanished in an instant and he had just reacted. Instinct had taken over; the need to find Yohji overwhelming him, pushing aside all thought of his own safety until he'd found himself running like a blind man through a haze of black smoke.

Aya raised his arm, placing it over his nose and mouth so that he'd inhale less smoke as he continued to run toward the far end of the floor, his now watery eyes focused on the exit just a few feet away. Come on, you've got to reach that exit. Don't focus on the pain, dammit. Just focus on that sign. Focus on Yohji!

If he had any hopes of finding his former lover, Aya knew that he would have to reach the stairwell. Knowing Yohji the way he did, Aya was aware of Yohji's impeccable memory, aware that it was almost photographic. Having studied the structure's blueprints, it was more than likely that Yohji had headed for the only possible way out ……

The old fire escape found on the far side of Section H. Aya could only hope that Yohji had been able to make it there. Dammit, Yohji. You better have used your head.

Finally making his way into the stairwell, Aya reached the stairs, trying to stifle the racking coughs that were making it almost impossible for him to catch his breath. The smoke was making it harder and harder for him to see; the lights having already been shorted out because of the fire, but Aya pushed himself forward into the darkness and grabbed onto the round metal railing, allowing it to guide him up the flight of stairs. He moved quickly, ignoring the demands of his body for air or the tremors coursing through his body and forced himself to reach his destination.

Once on the landing, Aya took a couple of deep agonizing breaths before he placed a hand on the door. Heat radiated from its bubbling painted surface and Aya took a step back weighing his options. He could either try to find another way into Section H and waste more time or he could go against his better judgement and risk being consumed by the ball of fire that was probably waiting for him on the other side of the door. Dammit.

Aya's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. There are no options. There were no decisions to be made. Yohji was his life, the very air he breathed and Aya refused to allow indecision to war against that fact. He'd done enough of that already and he'd paid dearly for it. He wasn't about to make that mistake again. Not with Yohji's life as payment. Fuck it!

Decision made, Aya reached out once again and turned the almost burning doorknob, keeping his body aligned with the door as he pulled the door open. An almost unbearable wave of heat washed over him as he braced himself against the wall just behind the door and Aya winced in reaction to it.

Flames peered over the doorway, spreading quickly into the small corridor as Aya let go of the door and held it in place with his foot. Quickly, he lowered his katana onto the floor and unbuckled his trench coat, taking if off in one swift movement. He threw the dark material over his head and picked up his katana with his right hand, holding the coat securely over himself with the other as he slowly moved past the safety of the door. Aya approached the flame engulfed doorway and looked at it with determined eyes.

Concentrate. You can do this. Think only of Yohji. Nothing else but Yohji. The words were a chant within his mind, giving Aya the strength to do what had to be done.

Taking a deep breath, Aya rushed forward, driving his body through the blazing portal and into the smoke filled hallway. Without pausing, he lowered his coat back onto his shoulders and maneuvered his arms through its sleeves one at a time, not bothering to buckle the flaps back up as he ran as fast as his shaky legs would allow.

Using the glow of the spreading fire around him, Aya's violet eyes quickly scanned the office doors found in the ravaged corridor, praying as he did so to every god in existence for his memory not to have failed him. Then the name Marise Okura came into view and Aya's gaze latched onto it. This has to be it. Gods, please be in here, Yohji. Please.

In his haste to open the door, Aya almost failed to detect the smoke coming from beneath the door. Thankfully his instincts kicked in stopping him just before he'd reached out for the doorknob unprepared for the searing heat that was assuredly awaiting him. Dammit, stop being stupid and use your head.

Aya took a step back, his eyes roaming along the door. Instantly, he noticed that the door's hinges were on the outside indicating that the door would open toward him just like the one on the landing had. Fighting the urge to just storm into the room, Aya aligned his body against the door and ignored the heat coming from the knob as he turned it.

Smoke immediately surrounded him when the door opened and Aya quickly covered his nose and mouth with his coat, trying to save himself from inhaling any more of the hazardous vapor. He moved forward and entered the room, raising his other hand over his eyes as the singeing heat within the small area slammed into him. Dizziness assailed him and it took all of Aya's strength not to succumb to it.

Stay the fuck awake! he yelled at himself as he began to cough harshly. Pain exploded across his chest almost driving Aya's to his knees. Ignore it! You have to find him, dammit. You've come to fucking far to pass out now.

"Yohji!" he forced himself to call out, not even aware that he'd forgotten to use Yohji's codename. "Yohji, are you in here?"

A sudden movement caught his eye and Aya concentrated his gaze straight ahead. The violet orbs narrowed as Aya tried to clear his vision. Blinking rapidly, he took a few more steps toward what he could now make out to be two large windows. Once again, something moved up ahead, just beyond the windowsill and Aya forced his body to move closer.

Fire danced along the window frame, tracing a fiery path around it as the curtain of flames nearly blocked the window entirely. Sounds of bending metal and falling concrete resounded along the four walls but went unnoticed as Aya's world came to a sudden stop. Everything within him froze and zeroed in on the small area the flames had yet to envelop ... on the small area in which Yohji's slender form had just come into view.

His insides clenched in fear ... for Yohji wasn't alone.

Schuldich? What's he ... Why is he ... Anger flooded Aya's insides as he watched the flame-haired man hold Yohji close, moving in toward's Yohji's ear before pulling away abruptly. What the hell! But all thought was forgotten, any semblance of anger drained away as he watched Yohji suddenly pitch forward into Schuldich's waiting embrace.

"Yohji!" he exclaimed, snapping out of his stunned daze.

He ran toward the windows but skidded to a halt when a surge of fire suddenly shot up in front of him, separating him from Schuldich and Yohji like an impregnable wall. He found himself unable to get to Yohji no matter how much he wanted to and rage once again consumed him. Goddammit! This can't be happening!

Schuldich looked at him then, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he took advantage of the fiery barrier between them and lifted Yohij's unconscious form into his arms.

Aya lifted his katana prepared to lunge through the flames, his need to kill the one who'd dared touch Yohji almost overwhelming him with its ferocity.

{ Oh, but I've done more than just touch him, pretty boy …… Much more, } Schuldich replied telepathically, reminding Aya that the man could enter his mind.

{ I can see why you're so possessive of him, } Schuldich continued as he leaned over and slowly licked Yohji's slightly parted lips. { Our 'Yotan' is quite the prize. }

Aya's heart skipped a beat. What is he saying? No. It can't be ... Yohji ... No ... Son-of-a-bitch!

Arrogant green eyes once again locked onto his own and Aya's hand fisted at his side while the other tightened its hold over his weapon.

"I'll kill you, you bastard," he growled as a red haze full of anger and despair engulfed him. Despite the danger the fire presented to him or the fact that his body was near collapsing, Aya took a threatening step forward as his violet eyes scanned for an opening.

Schuldich smirked at him. { I'd love to see you try …… Ran, } Schuldich said to him derisively, { but Yohji and I have more pressing matters to attend to. }

Aya's breath caught in helpless despair as he watched Schuldich spring back onto the railing, keeping himself perfectly balanced despite Yohji's added weight.

"No!" he yelled hoarsely in between coughs, his throat now raw from the smoke he'd inhaled. Aya lunged forward, daring to brave the flames now spinning before his clouded vision. But even his need to save Yohji couldn't prevent his body from weakening under the combined assault of heat and smoke, couldn't stop his legs from giving out beneath him.

Aya's world took a spin and he fell to his knees as he heard his katana clatter to the floor as if from a distance; the sound echoing loudly and endlessly in his ears. He pressed his hands against the floor, trying to lift himself up, to make his body move, but couldn't. He just couldn't. Gods ... Get up! You ... can't ... die ... Not here ... Not now ... Yohji needs ... Yohji ...

Numb and unable to speak or move, Aya could only lie there on the floor staring up at Schuldich's silhouette as his vision began to fade into black. Agony swept through him as Schuldich looked down at him, pausing but for a moment, before he leaped out of sight.

Then Aya knew no more as he succumbed to his ailing body and fell into the dark pit of unconsciousness.

"Dammit," Nagi cursed as he sat at his desk. He closed the book he'd been trying to read and angrily pushed it aside. I can't think! Shit, why can't I just forget that 'it' ever happened? Why can't I forget him? Frustrated and confused, he shoved his hands into his hair, resting his elbows on the desk and pulled at the dark brown locks until it hurt. What the hell am I going to do?

Nagi sighed dejectedly and lowered his right arm, stretching out over the desk so that he could rest his head on it. Facing the wall toward his left, Nagi stared at it with unfocused eyes, his mind a million miles away.

He couldn't keep doing this to himself. He had to try to get Bradley out of his system. But how? He didn't have a life outside of college and Schwarz. What the hell could he do to get his mind off of the man who'd broken his heart? Nothing, dammit to hell.

The man was in his blood, in his soul. It was too late now for him to try to detach himself from the feelings that Bradley had evoked within him, had imbedded into his heart. Gods, I slept with him. I felt him moving inside me. Felt his lips over my skin. How can I just pretend that none of it ever happened? Nagi turned his face into his arm, wrapping the slender limb around his head as his hand once again buried itself within his hair.

He was angry and upset, feeling as if his whole world had crumbled and he hated it. Feelings …… Nagi smirked. What a bunch of bullshit. He could now see why in Rosenkreuz he had been 'taught' to contain them, to never permit them to take root and grow. Emotions had power. A power that, to a trained killer, could lead to death if allowed to reign free …… A power that was eating him alive with every breath he took.

He couldn't concentrate, couldn't think past the agony coursing through him; an agony no physical injury could ever inflict. If this was what love was about, what feeling were about then he would be better off being the human robot he'd once been; a robot living only to fulfill its duties. Shit, who am I trying to fool?

That had at one time been his way. Never caring about his actions or about those around him. But after joining Schwarz, that had all changed. No longer had he been just a tool to be honed and molded into a weapon. No longer had he been one of many to be used and discarded. He had become a vital part of a whole, a necessary factor in carrying out Estet's own brand of justice and in time, he'd also become more than just a member of a team.

Family ---- He'd never really known what the word meant. Oh, he knew its meaning. One only had to open up a dictionary to find it. But it was the actual sense of the word that had baffled him. Family had never been a part of his existence, a part of his memory. His life had only consisted of the streets, of pain and humiliation, of loneliness and despair, of fear and anger. And even that part of himself had been practically eradicated by the training he'd undergone in Rosenkreuz. But it was a training that had slowly begun to fade away, without his knowing.

Gradually, with each passing day, safety and even a measure of peace had found a way into his once miserable life. In Schwarz, Nagi had found his place in world that had before then only rejected him and judged him. With Schuldich, Farfarello and Bradley, he had discovered the true meaning of family.

But now his life had been altered yet again, had been changed forever …… by Bradley's touch. How could he go back to feeling nothing? How could he revert back to the emotionless boy he'd once been now that he'd been granted a taste of what true joy was? How can I stop loving you, Bradley? How?

Nagi sighed. Schu's right. I shouldn't be talking about things I don't know anything about. What the hell did he know about love? About anything?

A sudden knock at his door startled Nagi out of his musing, causing him to straighten and swirl around in his seat. He frowned at the persistent knocking and stood up to see who was at his door so late at night. Was it Schuldich? Had the telepath decided not to go through with whatever he'd planned tonight?

No, it's not Schu, he told himself as he proceeded to open the door. I would've 'heard' him by now. So who …… Nagi's heart seemed to stop as his stunned dark blue eyes locked onto eyes the color of dark whiskey.

Bradley Crawford, the man he loved, the man he'd given his virginity to, the man who'd viciously ripped out his heart stood before him. Shit. Nagi's hand tightened over the doorknob as he tried to focus on his anger, on the pain Bradley had caused him.

"What are you doing here, Bradley?" Nagi coldly asked the older man as he stood ramrod straight near the door.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Nagi," Bradley replied, his tone somber and regretful. "I'm looking for Schuldich and I was wondering if he'd told you where he was going tonight."

Nagi's heart clenched as a spear of despair stabbed him clean through. Schuldich? He's looking for Schu. That's why he's here. Not for me …… It's never about me. Gods, when was he ever going to learn?

Trying desperately to maintain his composure in front of the one person who had hurt him more than anyone ever had, Nagi looked directly into Bradley's golden-brown gaze and said, "No, Bradley. Schuldich didn't inform me of his plans."

Tremors began to run up and down Nagi's spine and along his arms as he fought a losing battle. Shit, don't break down. Not in front of 'him'. So what, if he didn't come to see you. You swore to never again let him see you cry. You swore, goddammit! Just tell him to leave. Tell him now before he sees you break again!

"Look," he said a bit hoarsely, unable to keep his tone completely void of all emotion. "I've got some more studying to do, so if you don't mind ----"

Nagi's words were suddenly cut off and his heart once again stopped beating as a strong hand touched his face. He couldn't move, couldn't think as Bradley's hand gently traced his soft cheek.

"I have to …… discuss something with Schuldich, Nagi," Bradley said quietly, as his callused fingers brushed across Nagi's lips. "But know that I'll be back." Bradley's eyes locked onto Nagi's. "We have to have a discussion of our own, don't we?"

Unable to think straight, Nagi could only nod his head in agreement.

Bradley looked at him grimly before he too nodded. "I'll be back," he repeated before he lowered his hand and turned away.

Stunned and confused, Nagi watched Bradley leave without so much as uttering a single word. On automatic, Nagi closed the door and slowly made his way to his bed. He sat down, facing the door and just stared at it. Thoughts ran through his mind in a frenzy, but one question stood out among the others.

What the fuck just happened?

Yohji awoke slowly, feeling as if a nail had been hammered into his head. Dazed and confused, Yohji's eyes roamed around the room he found himself in as he tried to catch his bearings. What ... Where am I? Was he home? What happened? His head felt as if it had been split in two.

Yohji brought a hand up to his throbbing temple and applied pressure, trying to ease the pain. Slowly, he sat up on the bed he was in and swallowed back the threatening nausea as the room took a lovely spin. Damn. Blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision, Yohji leaned back into the bed's headboard.

Panic gripped him as he realized that he wasn't at home in his own room, his clearing mind finally taking in his surroundings. White walls and ceiling, small barred window to the left, a pitch black door. This was definitely not his room. Shit, where the hell am I?

{ You're where you belong. }

Yohji gasped as Schuldich's voice echoed within his mind. His wide green eyes searched the dark room until Schuldich seemingly materialized from the shadows. Fear almost choked him as he pressed his back into the headboard.

"Stay away from me," he commanded as his eyes quickly scanned the small area for a way out.

Schuldich smiled as he approached the bed. "I don't think so ... Yotan."

Anger exploded within Yohji at the sound of the name. Only Aya had a right to call him that! "Damn you!" he growled just before he lunged at Schuldich, no longer caring if he was at a disadvantage.

As if expecting Yohji's reaction, Schuldich moved with the speed he was infamous for and dodged to the right just as Yohji swung his fist. Left open to attack, Schuldich quickly punched him in the stomach, wrenching from him a painful gasp. Yohji fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath. Get up! Get up!

But before he could manage to scramble onto his feet, Schuldich grabbed him from behind and shoved him down onto his stomach. Yohji hissed as his face hit the floor and his arms were twisted behind him. Legs pinned underneath Schuldich's weight, Yohji struggled futilely to get free.

{ Dammit! Get off of me, you bastard! } he projected without realizing it.

{ Tsk, tsk. Such language, Yotan. Is that anyway to speak to your lover? } Schuldich asked, as he lightly nipped at Yohji's earlobe.

Yohji jerked his head away as he continued to struggle against his captor. "Shut the fuck up."

"Admit it, Yohji," Schuldich whispered into his ear, "We're explosive together."

The telepath rubbed his lower body against Yohji suggestively and he shuddered from the contact even as his body tensed with fear. His mind was clouding, losing all train of thought as desire began to build, outweighing the fear. Sharp stabs of pleasure invaded his insides as Schuldich continued his seductive assault and Yohji knew that he would soon be lost once again.

No, I can't ... Please stop. Please ... Gods ... Aya ...

Needled by Yohji's thoughts, Schuldich roughly turned Yohji onto his back, pinning the blonde's arms underneath him. Yohji winced in pain but Schuldich didn't care, his love for Yohji suddenly overshadowed by the jealous anger Fujimiya's name had invoked. He shoved his hands into Yohji's blonde mane and lifted Yohji's head toward him so that he could claim the blonde's lips with his own even as Schuldich reached for the mental link that bound them together.

Invisible fingers invaded Yohji's mind, caressed the blonde from within, making the blonde gasp in exquisite pleasure. Gods, Stop ... I don't want ... Feels so ... No! Dammit ...

Schuldich could hear Yohji's confused thoughts, could sense Yohji's weakening will. With each wave of lust he was pouring into Yohji, the blonde's grasp on reality slipped allowing Schuldich's hold to strengthen over his 'prey's' mind. Just a little more.

Yohji moaned into Schuldich's mouth as the telepath brought his arms up and over his blonde's head.

Schuldich's hungry mouth released Yohji's swollen lips only to trail a heated path along his captive's slender neck. { Give in to me Yohji. Let me have you. All of you. For once, just let it happen. }

The blonde moaned in pleasure once again and Schuldich's need to possess the Weiß assassin overwhelmed his senses. Hungrily, he savaged Yohji's mouth as his hands frantically molded the blonde's slender body against his own. He pressed his erection against the body now writhing beneath him and Schuldich groaned as spasms of exquisite pain hardened him even more. Yohji arched against him as he used their bond to intensify the pleasure. Schuldich took advantage of Yohji's weakened state and applied more force into seizing Yohji's mind, wrenching another gasp from his now dazed lover.

Needing to touch warm skin, Schuldich ripped at Yohji's pants. The blonde's erection sprang free and Schuldich wasted no time in closing his hand around it.

Yohji cried out at the shock of warmth now gripping his length. I can't ... I want ... I'm going to ... Aya ...

{ Forget about him! } Schuldich commanded as he released Yohji's erection so that he could lower Yohji's pants down and over his long legs. { All he's ever done is hurt you. } He spread open Yohji's legs with little struggle and settled himself in between them. { He's done 'nothing' but cause you pain. }

Schuldich could feel Yohji tensing beneath him, could sense Yohji's thoughts growing more and more confused. { Don't you want to forget? Don't you want the pain to stop? }

{ ... Yes ... } Yohji's voice was a mere whisper in his mind but Schuldich heard it just the same. It was all he needed to hear for at that moment Schuldich knew that he'd finally won.

{ Then you have to forget about Aya. Let me help you forget, Yohji. Let me show you how it can really be between us ... Say that you're mine, } he demanded as his hands roamed freely over Yohji's trembling body.

{ I can't, } replied Yohji desperately, even as he arched his back, lifting his hips as Schuldich's hand continued its exploration. { I ... I love Aya, Schuldich ... I love ... I ... I'm so confused ... Stop confusing me! }

Schuldich hooked his arm underneath Yohji's left right leg, bringing it over his shoulder. He reached in between them and unzipped his slacks, freeing his own rock hard erection from the confines of his clothing. He lowered his hand onto the floor for support and brought his swollen member up to Yohji's entrance. He groaned as he began to rub the head of his shaft against the puckered up skin.

{ You're only confusing yourself, Yohji. Accept the truth. Let the doubt and misery end. }

Schuldich released his hold over Yohji's hands, allowing the blonde to struggle against him if he wished. But Yohji didn't move to fight him. His 'captive' remained still, looking at him with glazed green eyes that sparkled beneath the dim light of the room. Enthralled, Schuldich placed his hand over Yohji's forehead.

{ Open your eyes, Yohji. See what you refuse to acknowledge. } Whether he was doing the right thing, Schuldich no longer cared. All he wanted was for Yohji to give him a chance, to see that they were meant to be together. If hurting Yohji briefly was the means to that end, then so be it.

Flashes of images sprung into Yohji's vulnerable mind as Schuldich used his gift to bring forth the memories within. Manipulating the images, distorting them for his own purpose, he triggered every hurtful memory Yohji had of the katana-wielding redhead.

{ Aya has always tended to hurt you, hasn't he Yohji? He's never treasured you, never truly loved you. Tell me you see that now. Tell me. }

Tears trailed down Yohji's pale cheeks as the memories brought back the agonizing pain his former lover's rejection had caused him. { Yes. }

Schuldich's eyes softened; the desperation he had been feeling abating slightly at the sight of those tears. { Then forget him, Yohji, } he implored, looking deeply into Yohji's eyes as he moved his hand to cup the blonde's damp cheek. { Let me show you what it truly means to be treasured. }

Schuldich once again reached in between them, lifting his hips slightly so that he could close his hand around Yohji's erection. Shivers ran down his spine as he watched Yohji's eyes cloud and felt the blonde's member harden ever further within his grasp. { Please, Yohji. Let me show you. }

The answer was whispered in his mind like a soft roaming breeze. { Show me ... Make me forget ... Please ... }

Elation consumed him and Schuldich took a deep breath in order to calm the sudden rush of joyful satisfaction running through him. His mouth fastened over Yohji's, devouring him, dominating him, possessing him. { Yohji ... } he whispered telepathically, his need evident in that one word.

Schuldich broke the kiss, panting as he did so, and ran his hand tenderly over the side of Yohji's flushed face, relishing in the fact that the green-eyed man hadn't flinched away. He let go of Yohji's erection and moved his hand to grasp Yohji's buttocks, lifting the other's hips up in the process. Their lower bodies came even closer together, eliciting a gasp from Yohji and a deep moan from Schuldich as their erections pressed against one other.

Schuldich couldn't take anymore. { Put your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck. } When Yohji hesitated, he added gently, { Please, Yohji. } To his relief, Yohji did as he'd asked and Schuldich moved to stand up, carrying the blonde tightly against him as he got to his feet.

Schuldich knew that he could've taken Yohji right on the floor if he'd wanted to, but for some unfathomable reason, he found himself walking to the bed instead. He didn't want their 'first time' to be a fast rutting on the floor. This time their lovemaking would be just that ... lovemaking. Shit, when did I become so fucking sentimental?

Yohji kept his golden head hidden within the crook of his neck and Schuldich couldn't resist his need to bury his face within the wealth of Yohji's sweat dampened hair as the soft tresses brushed against his skin. He smells so damn good.

When they reached the bed, Schuldich carefully laid Yohji onto the soft mattress. He moved back and began to undress, not once taking his eyes away from the emerald orbs that were holding his gaze.

Naked and painfully aroused, Schuldich climbed onto the bed and straddled Yohji's bare legs. The blonde cried out and arched his back as Schuldich pushed Yohji's shirt aside and began to lick at the taut nipples, already aching and sensitive with need, that were hidden beneath the soft material. As he continued his assault on Yohji's chest, Schuldich lowered his hands, trailing a languid path down Yohji's washboard stomach, reaching for the hardened evidence of Yohji's acquiescence.

His lips left the swollen pink nubs and began to lick their way lower and lower down Yohji's panting form until Schuldich reached the treasure he had been seeking. Yohji hissed and threw his head back as Schuldich took the blonde's erection into his burning mouth. Schuldich almost smiled when Yohji's fingers tangled into his flame-colored hair, encouraging him to continue in his task.

Over and over, his mouth explored the heated velvety skin within his grasp, worshiping the erect member with every stroke of his slick tongue. Schuldich moaned as he tasted the unique flavor of desire found along the head of Yohji's rigid shaft. He closed his mouth around the blonde once more and groaned when Yohji's hips began to thrust into him. He quickened his pace and placed a hand on Yohji's hip, keeping the arching body in place as he sensed how close Yohji was to fulfillment.

Hot liquid poured into his mouth as Yohji climaxed with a long throaty moan. Schuldich took all that Yohji had to give, relishing in the shudders coursing through the other man's slender body as Yohji continued to pump into his mouth.

Yohji stilled and Schuldich released his throbbing member. He moved back a bit and spread Yohji's legs even further. Schuldich then opened his mouth and allowed the creamy fluid within its confines to pour onto Yohji's tight entrance. When he was satisfied that Yohji was lubricated enough, Schuldich licked his lips, tasting Yohji's essence, and moved up along his lover's still shuddering form until he was staring into Yohji's passion glazed eyes. Eyes he could drown in. Jade orbs that were deep, fathomless, made for pure seduction.

"Are you ready, Yohji?" he asked even as he swept through Yohji's mind to ascertain whether the blonde was indeed ready to give himself to the 'enemy'.

Yohji's clouded eyes locked onto Schulich's as he nodded slowly and arched his back, bringing his lower body upward. Schuldich moaned as their erections rubbed against one another causing his lower body to clench in anticipation.

It took all of his self control to keep himself poised at Yohji's awaiting entrance as he once again questioned the blonde. { Are you sure? Really sure that you want this? That you want me inside of you? }

Yohji moaned in response and it was all Schuldich needed to hear, no longer able to keep himself in check. His lips crashed into Yohji's as he entered the receptive body beneath him in one swift thrust wrenching twin cries from the both of them. Sensations he couldn't describe rushed through Schuldich as he began a steady rhythm of lust and need, as his every thrust enraptured him, took hold of him and plunged him into a world where only pleasure existed.

Gods, he had missed this. Missed how Yohji's entrance held him in its tight vise, swallowing him wholly as if it were never letting him go. Missed how Yohji's heated body fit against him perfectly as it arched into him as if begging him for more. Gods, I love you. I love you. { I love you, Yohji ... }

Yohji's eyes widened as the unintended declaration filtered through his mind. The blonde's head suddenly fell back into the pillow with a startled cry and his back arched like a bow as warm seed jetted in between their bellies.

Unaware of what he just revealed to the climaxing man beneath him, Schuldich hissed as Yohji's body closed tightly around him. Spasms ran along his thrusting erection, pulling on him until Schuldich was unable to hold back any longer and he rammed into Yohji letting his body dictate its demands. A white flash enshrouded Schuldich's vision as his body exploded into a million pieces. Long fiery strands swirled in the air as Schuldich threw his head back with a shout, his release pouring into Yohji's receptive form and sending a river of exquisite torture to run along his tingling body.

Drained completely of his strength, Schuldich collapsed onto Yohji and closed his eyes, his panting breathes echoing alongside Yohji's in the otherwise quiet room. He couldn't think, couldn't breath as his heart continued to ram against his chest.

Never before had it been like this between them, he suddenly realized. They had connected ... bonded. He could feel it, feel their link growing stronger with each passing second and Schuldich was near bursting with joy; a foreign feeling he had never been allowed to feel but was now basking in without reservation. It really was amazing what ... love could to do someone.

Schuldich's eyes suddenly widened as a befuddle thought whisked through his mind. His brow furrowed as he tried to remember what was just at the edge of his memory. Did I say something ...

His mind suddenly shut down, all thought purged from his mind, and his heart skipped a beat as long slender arms closed around him. Schuldich pressed his face against Yohji's sweat slicked chest as he tried to stop the disgusting tears that were threatening to fall. I won, didn't I? I won.

A smile like no other, kept hidden for decades, curved Schuldich's lips as he returned 'his' lover's embrace and allowed sleep to overtake him, his arms tightening briefly as one last thought echoed through his mind.

He's mine and I'm never letting him go.

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