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:

At last, Chapter 17 has arrived. Get ready for a juicy lemon, folks, along with nice doses of angst and inner turmoil. I hope that it's to your liking. Sooo, scroll away and enjoy the fic!

Thanks to all,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 17

In his room, stretched out on his side, dressed only in a pair of silk black boxers, Schuldich rested his head on his hand and quietly watched the even rise and fall of Yohji's chest, as the blonde slept peacefully next to him on the bed. He's so beautiful, he thought, as his evergreen eyes roamed over his lover's features, admiring their almost ethereal beauty. Enthralled by the sight, Schuldich reached out with his free hand, and began to gently stroke the slumbering man's golden mane, loving how the silken threads curled loosely over his fingers. Gods, what am I going to do with you?

Although Yohji had willingly slept with him the last time they had made love, Schuldich wasn't foolish enough to believe that Yohji would voluntarily consent to staying with him on a permanent basis. He was certain, in fact, that once the blonde was fully awake, Yohji would seek out a way to escape him. He had sensed Yohji's confusion, his fear, his anger upon awakening, and Schuldich knew that his battle with Yohji had not been completely resolved. He may have won a right to claim the blonde's body, but Yohji's heart was still not his entirely.

It irked him to know that Fujimiya was so deeply embedded within Yohji's mind and heart, always there to overshadow him at every turn. The fact that he hadn't eliminated the redhead when he'd had the chance galled at him to no end and confused Schuldich more than he cared to admit. Why? Why had he saved Fujimiya from the fire that would've surely killed the stoic assassin? It had been the perfect opportunity to rid himself of his rival. Goddammit, why did I do something so stupid?

[ "You saved him because of Kudou. Because it would hurt him if Fujimiya died." ]

Bradley's words rang within his mind, forcing Schuldich to admit the truth within them. He had saved Fujimiya to spare Yohji the pain of losing the redhead. But in doing so, Schuldich realized somberly, he had given the violet-eyed man the chance to regain what he had lost …… Yohji. In his attempt to spare Yohji further pain, he had unscrupulously put aside his better judgement and had saved the one man who could ruin everything for him. Shit, Schu. When you fuck up, you really fuck up, he berated himself, as anger for his own stupidity washed over him.

Schuldich knew that his gift could easily ensure Yohji's cooperation, could manipulate the other man to 'forget' his feelings for Fujimiya, but amazingly enough, he found himself rejecting such a possibility. Despite his determination to keep the blonde away from his rival's grasp, Schuldich did not want to compromise Yohji's feeling for him. Just like before, with their lovemaking, Schuldich wanted Yohji to freely choose to be with him, to accept him as his lover. Whether it was a foolish desire or an impossible dream, Schuldich didn't care. It was what he wanted, what he longed for with all that he had in him, and he would fight for its realization until his very death if need be.

Schuldich frowned, as a memory whisked through his mind, causing worry and fear to once again grip him.

[ "What did you see?"

"Your death and that of your precious Kudou."

"I'm not giving him back!"

"Then you'll both die." ]

Could it be true? Would Bradley's premonition come to pass? Would the fulfillment of his wish to be with Yohji destroy not only himself, but the one he loved more than anything in this miserable world? Fuck, Schuldich whispered inwardly and closed his eyes briefly, the pain of such a possibility nearly overwhelming him with despair.

No, dammit. I'm not going to let it happen. His eyes opened, holding a fierce light within them. For once, Bradley's going to be wrong! He meant was he'd said to the precog. His destiny was not preordained. No longer leashed by those he'd been forced to obey without thought, his life was now what he chose for it to be and nothing was going to take that power away from him. Not even death itself.

Schuldich lowered his head, and placed a soft kiss upon Yohji's bare shoulder, as his feelings of desire and need intermingled with his doubts and inner turmoil, stirring his body once again to life. No, he thought resolutely, his eyes locked onto Yohji's inert form. Nothing's going to take you away from me, Yotan. Nothing. I'll see to it. And he would, even if he had to ensure it through the spilling of more blood, adding to that which already branded him an unredeemable sinner.

Schuldich knew he had no other recourse. He had already chosen his path in defiance of Fate, allowing himself to be ruled by his emotions, to permit something such as love to have such control over him. He couldn't resist the force now driving him, couldn't stop himself from wanting the man who had unintentionally turned his world upside down. Yohji Kudou, his enemy, the man who haunted his every thought, had somehow become his lifeline, his sole reason for existing. How? When? It didn't matter to him. All that mattered were the feelings now pulsating within him -- feelings that were now eating away at the protective barrier he had placed over his darkened heart.

Yohji shifted slightly and Schuldich licked his lips, as the silk sheets covering the blonde's slender form lowered enough to expose Yohji's naked chest and abdomen. He watched in fascination, as the cold air hardened the tiny, pink nubs his eyes had hungrily latched on to. Allowing his baser instincts to guide him, Schuldich began to trail a heated path with his tongue along Yohji's skin, moving lower and lower with every stroke. His problems quickly started to fade, as his mind became clouded and his body began to beg for completion.

{ Yohji ... } he called out mentally, just as his mouth closed around one of his lover's nipples.

Yohji arched his back and moaned in pleasure, as Schuldich worked the erect nub in between his teeth and tongue, caressing the hard, beckoning peaks without mercy. Moving to hover over the now writhing man, Schuldich pulled the offending material away from his lover's body and parted Yohji's unresisting legs, settling himself in between them. Quickly, he removed his boxers, letting them fall onto the floor, and moaned as he pressed the evidence of his desire against Yohji's hardening member, feeling wave upon wave of delicious heat pouring into him.

{ Yohji ... } he projected once again, needing to see Yohji's jade eyes lock onto his own, to see them fill with a lust and hunger only he could fulfill.

{ Schuldich? } Yohji responded, his mind groggy with sleep but rapidly clouding with desire. { What are you doing to me? } Yohji whimpered, as Schuldich latched onto his other nipple.

{ I'm loving you, Yohji, } Schuldich answered truthfully, his hands going around the blonde's hips to cup the firm buttocks beneath. { Nothing more than that. I'm just loving you. }

{ Gods, } Yohji whispered huskily, as Schuldich pressed their bodies closer together. { Don't do this to me, Schuldich. Don't make me want you. Please.... }

Schuldich growled softly, knowing that Yohji was becoming just as lost as he was to the heat now rising between them. A part of him sympathized with Yohji's confused and almost desperate plea. But the part of him that loved Yohji to the point of obsession, that knew without a doubt that Yohji didn't want him to stop, was more than determined to wipe Yohji's mind free of such thoughts. However, since he was not willing to use his power to do so, Schuldich settled on convincing the blonde the old fashioned way. He looked at Yohji's now half-lidded eyes, green boring into green, and tried to convey his passion, his feelings, his ... love to the man who held his reawakened heart.

He would not force Yohji to submit to him, would not manipulate the outcome of the battle he knew was now raging within the blonde. Surprisingly enough, he didn't want Yohji to be a mere puppet on strings, bendable and easily controlled to his every whim. He wanted much more than that. For once in his wretched life, Schuldich wanted to love and be loved in return, and he wanted it without the usage of his telepathy, without the need to use tricks or deceit. Now that he had rediscovered what true emotions were - those that were completely apart from the feelings of fear, hatred, anger, and sadistic satisfaction that had been practically ingrained into him, Schuldich knew that he could never go back to being who he had once been. He had changed, irrevocably so, and he wanted Yohji to realize that fact, wanted Yohji to see that they could indeed form a relationship based on more than carnal desires or acts of manipulation. The fire that sparked between them was real and miraculously pure, and Schuldich was determined to prove it. Please, Yotan. Let me show you how it can be between us. Let me into your heart, your soul. Love me back. Just love me back.

Unable to control his desire for the man arching into him, Schuldich imprinted his body against his lover, letting Yohji feel his painful need, as his mouth fastened onto lips that were as soft as rose petals, devouring the other man as if the blonde were his very breath. Tongues met and tangled in erotic bliss, and passion once again overruled all thought, plunging them both into a world only their union could create.

"Gods, Yohji," Schuldich gasped into Yohji's mouth, as the blonde's legs wrapped around his waist.

"Schu...."

Yohji's voice was a whisper of seduction, cascading over his skin, causing every muscle in his body to clench. Schuldich's eyes flared with hunger and need for the man now burning him alive, and he knew he would soon be lost to the ecstasy only Yohji could invoke within him. Long fingers came desperately to his neck, to his collarbone, to move over his skin, stroking him into a frenzy, each caress sending liquid heat pulsing through his body, intensifying his need to the point that everything was wiped clean from his mind. He drew his head down to Yohji's heated skin, and without preparation, began to slowly thrust forward, burying himself inside of his beloved's body. Yohji's mouth opened in a silent cry of exquisite agony, as his body stretched to accommodate Schuldich's invasion.

A spreading flame sizzled and danced along their bodies, arcing between them, as they moved together in a dance older than time. Schuldich's tongue explored the warm cavern of Yohji's mouth, as he continued to feed the fire between them, scattering his self-control to the winds. His hands moved to Yohji's rib cage, taking in as much of the soft skin and steely muscles as he was able to, as he savored the feel of his lover's shivering frame beneath him. He began to move then, long, sure strokes, burying himself harder and deeper into Yohji's welcoming heat with every repeated surge of his hips. His eyes closed in utter repture, as his hand slid possessively up Yohji's arms, lingering for a moment on the smooth expanse of Yohji's heaving chest, before his seeking fingers buried themselves in silken tresses that shimmered like molten gold.

Yohji's lips latched onto his skin, suckling and nipping at his neck, catching the beads of sweat running along the column of Schuldich's neck with the tip of his tongue, and he gasped in savage delight. He was swelling, growing harder and thicker with his every thrust, with every stroke of Yohji's tongue, and Schuldich knew he would soon go hurtling over the edge.

His body gleamed with sweat, as he reached between their bodies and cupped the heavy fullness of Yohji's erection, stroking the velvet steel with knowing fingers. Yohji screamed at his touch, and released over his hand, as Schuldich moved his hips in a savage frenzy. He let go of Yohji's softening member and reached around the blonde's hips to tighten his hands over Yohji's tight buttocks. He moved hard and fast, burying himself over and over again into the vise now gripping him in pulsating waves, losing himself in his need. His orgasm ripped through him suddenly and Schuldich threw his head back, as liquid fire raced through his veins, slamming the air out of his lungs and hurtling him into an abyss of blessed ecstasy.

Schuldich collapsed onto Yohji and he wrapped his arms protectively around the blonde, as time seemed to stop around them. He turned to his side, bringing Yohji against his chest, and felt elation fill him as Yohji snuggled closer. His heart turned over, as his lover's breath warmed his skin, and Schuldich closed his eyes, relieved at the fact that Yohji hadn't tried to push him away. Lovingly he traced the hard line of Yohji's jaw with his thumb, not daring to say anything to ruin the moment of peace between them and ever so slowly, he felt Yohji relax within his embrace.

Minutes passed languidly by, before Yohji finally broke the silence.

"I want to go home, Schuldich."

Evergreen eyes opened. Shit.

"What news do you have for us, Manx?" Omi asked the redhead on the screen.

Manx looked at them, her face as serious as always and Ken's eyes narrowed, as he noticed an unknown emotion flicker through her green eyes. Not good.

"Because of the risk Balinese's abduction is presenting to Weiß operations, you are hereby ordered to temporarily step down from your duties."

"What?!" Ken exclaimed, unable to hold back the shock and anger Manx's words had elicited.

Manx shifted her eyes toward his direction and Ken's hands clenched at his sides, anger building inside of him.

"The three of you will be moved to another location until we can determine if your position has been breached."

"Goddammit!" Ken exploded. Of course, it's been breached! "This is bullshit!"

"Ken," Omi admonished quietly, silencing him instantly.

Knowing that losing his temper wasn't going to solve anything, Ken turned away from the screen and leaned against the wall, his eyes looking at the floor, as he tried to keep his anger at bay. Why the fuck are they doing this? How can they just exclude us this way?

"What about Balinese?" Omi inquired, his voice hoarse but calm.

"Steps have been taken to locate Balinese. We will inform you of our findings as they arise."

Ken nearly shouted in fury at the cold response. Once again, he was reminded of how expendable each one of them really were. All that mattered to Kritiker was the carrying out of justice. The tools used to accomplish that goal were inconsequential in the long run.

Unable to stop himself, his blue-green eyes shifted to his left to where Aya was standing near the spiral stairs. Arms crossed over his chest, Aya hadn't said a word the entire time, and by the looks of it, the redhead wasn't about to. Seeing the violet-eyed man's stoic mask once again in place, after having witnessed the human side of the man, bothered Ken to no end. How could Aya pretend such indifference without losing a part of himself to the facade he was projecting?

"When are we expected to leave?" Aya asked suddenly, his baritone voice betraying no emotion, as his intense gaze locked onto the image across the room.

"You are to leave the premises at 2100 hours …… tomorrow," Manx replied, her eyes conveying an unspoken message as they roamed the room. "Until then, you are to stay out of sight and on the alert. Are the three of you in agreement to what you've been told?"

Ken barely stopped himself from smiling, knowing that Manx had somehow managed to give them the time they needed to go in search of their missing friend. "Yes," he responded, the word repeated twice more by his two comrades.

Manx's eyes sparkled, before the screen went dark once again.

Ken turned to Omi and Aya. "What's the plan?"

Omi walked over to his computer and sat down, his fingers already dancing along the keyboard before he and Aya came to stand behind him. "First, we do something we should've done to begin with."

"Which is?"

"Check our own system for answers."

"Alright, call me dense, but why are we doing that?" he asked, as he looked over Omi's shoulder and watched his lover work his magic.

"Yohji disappeared a few weeks back during a delivery. I'm betting on the possibility that one of those deliveries was a trap."

Ken suddenly understood. "I get it. You're looking through the routing list to find out where Yohji went that day."

Omi nodded. "Right. Granted, I'm not foolish enough to think that I can find the information that easily. Not with Schwarz involved."

Ken frowned. "You think they rigged the system in the shop?"

A list appeared on the monitor and Omi sighed as he scrolled down the myriad of addresses. "They most definitely rigged it." Blue eyes turned to look at him and then Aya. "The routing schedule for that day is gone. 'They' erased it somehow. The hard drive was probably wiped clean as well."

"Fuck," Ken cursed under his breath. "How the hell did they manage to do that?"

"There are many possibilities. More than likely, the order was an online one, so they were able to trace their way back to the shop's computer."

"They really planned this shit out, didn't they?"

Omi nodded somberly at him, before turning back to the computer screen. "But why? What did they hope to gain by taking Yohji in the first place?"

"They wanted to use him," Aya responded, his eyes intense pools of amethyst.

"Use him?"

Aya looked at Ken. "What better way to infiltrate an enemy's territory than by using one of their own to do it for you?"

"Dammit, that makes sense." Ken's frame shook with barely suppressed rage. "The sonofabitches must have targeted Yohji. How else would they have known when he would've been on his own?"

"Do you think they were controlling him somehow?" Omi asked, his eyes full of trepidation.

Aya shook his head. "One of us would've noticed if he had been spying."

"You're right," Ken agreed. "He was acting strangely, but not enough to raise any warning bells."

"He was scared and confused," Omi said softly, his blue eyes sad and full of guilt. "That's why he was so distant with us."

"Yohji's mind is sharp, probably stronger than Schwarz had anticipated. He likely made it difficult for someone such as Schuldich to control him from a distance."

"No wonder he seemed to space out from time to time. Do you think that's why they took him again?" Ken asked, his mind full of questions and fears.

"No, I don't think so," Aya replied, crossing his arms over his black turtleneck, his violet eyes pensive.

"Why do you say that, Aya?" Omi asked.

"Schuldich." Aya's eyes darkened with rage. "He 'held' Yohji possessively to him …… as if Yohji belonged to him," Aya answered, anger radiating from his slim frame. "You could see it in his eyes. Could see that it was more than just a game to him."

"You don't think that ……" Ken shook his head in protest. "No fucking way."

"What other explanation is there?" Aya countered, his calm demeanor slowly deteriorating. "If Yohji was just another expendable pawn, Schuldich wouldn't have bothered to take him. He would've killed him at the first opportunity. No. Yohji means something to that bastard. I'm sure of it."

"If what you're saying is true, then Yohji is probably still alive," Omi interjected, his fingers once more tapping over the keyboard. "Even if they manage to extract information from him, he stands a chance if Schuldich is protecting him."

"Gods, this is crazy," Ken said, his tone incredulous. Running a hand through his dark mane, Ken began to pace the floor, as he tried to accept what Aya had just brought to light.

Aya walked to stand next to Omi, his eyes locked onto the screen yet again. "Crazy, but more than likely the truth."

Ken stopped pacing, frustration eating away at his temper, and mirrored Aya's position. "So what if it is the truth?" he demanded, as he tried to follow what Omi was doing. "That still doesn't help us in finding Yohji."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Omi stated absently, his eyes glittering with determination.

"You found something."

It wasn't a question. An aura of confidence always seemed to hover around his lover, an aura that had dwindled slightly at the insight they had all gained regarding Yohji. However, that was no longer the case, as he watched the light-haired man, who had become the other part of his soul, utilize his skills to perform, what to him, would've been the impossible.

"More like I remembered something ... Yes!" Omi suddenly exclaimed, jumping slightly in his seat, as he continued to type at what seemed to be warp speed. "You see, our system in the shop runs three types of backups. Full, incremental, and network. This is our network index, which is a hell of a lot easier to play around with than the other two." Omi looked at him and smiled, apparently enjoying the brainless expression on his face. "Basically, if a file is lost on one hard drive, a copy of that lost file still exists. The only difference is that it's on another terminal. Namely this one."

Ken's eyes widened in excitement. "How can you be sure that they didn't erase the copy?"

Omi smirked. "Nobody can get past the fire walls Kritiker installed in this baby. Plus, I added a few of my own modifications to this system. Don't worry. It's completely inaccessible."

"That's great. Isn't he a genius?" Ken asked the quiet man next to him, pride lacing his tone.

Aya grunted, acknowledging Ken's words, while keeping his eyes fixed on what Omi was doing. Sympathy rose within Ken for the man who had at one time seemed to be only an emotionless killing machine. He could very well imagine the fear and the utter helplessness Aya was feeling right now.

"Here it is," Omi stated, directing Ken's thoughts back to the matter at hand.

Ken focused his gaze onto the screen yet again, recognizing the layout before him, as Omi scrolled down the page.

"That's it," Aya pointed out, and Omi paused his perusal.

"He had a total of six deliveries that day," Omi stated. "Some of them were pretty far apart."

"Dammit, it's going to take us all day to scout them all," Ken complained, the paramount need to find his friend beginning to overwhelm him.

"Not if we split up," Omi said, as he wrote down the addresses onto a small yellow pad, splitting them up evenly, before he handed the sheets out. "Once we determine Schwarz's location, we'll meet up and go in together."

Ken nodded and stuffed the piece of paper into his pants pocket. "Got it."

"Aya?"

Aya straightened from the desk, wincing a little in obvious pain from the previous night's ordeal. "Understood," the redhead replied, before he trekked across the room and climbed the stairs.

Ken looked at Omi. "For some reason, I don't think he's going to wait for us, Omi."

Omi's face was grim as he spoke. "We'll just have to hope that one of 'us' finds Schwarz first."

Ken nodded, and prayed that Omi would be right.

"Please, Schuldich," Yohji whispered, feeling the warmth of Schuldich's body pressed against his back. "Let me go."

He felt the telepath tense behind him, and was trying desperately to remain calm. His emotions were in turmoil, and he didn't know how to settle them. He didn't know what to do, or how to react. He was confused and out of sorts, unable to distinguish what he wanted …… who he wanted. Gods, why is this happening to me? All I ever wanted was for Aya to love me. And now …… I have someone who wants me, who needs me, and I …… Gods! I just don't know what to think …… or to feel.

Being with Schuldich, sharing his body with the redhead, was beyond anything he could've ever imagined. Schuldich touched something deep inside of him, something that sparked and flared like wildfire. He felt it now, the hunger for the man embracing him, and it scared him to death. How had Schuldich come to mean so much to him? How could he possible care for two people at the same time? Was it truly possible to share one's heart this way? How can I want him this much after all that he's done to me?

{ I'm sorry. }

Yohji's eyes widened. What? The arms around him tightened, and Yohji shivered as Schuldich's lips pressed against his neck.

{ I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you. }

Schuldich's voice was mere whisper within his mind, washing over him like a gentle wave.

{ At first, it was all a part of Bradley's plan -- to manipulate one of you into betraying Weiß, but …… that's no longer the case. I …… I fell for you, Yohji. Each and every time my mind came in contact with yours, that my body touched yours, something inside of me kept yearning for more. I didn't know why I wanted you so much, or why you became my entire focus. All I knew was that …… I needed you, and so I did what I had to in order to have you. } Schuldich sighed, the sound softly vibrating between them. { I didn't stop to think about what I was doing to you in the process. And for that, I'm truly sorry. }

Yohji couldn't believe what he was hearing. Couldn't believe that one of his most hated enemies, the man who had turned his life into a living nightmare, was actually expressing regret for the things he'd done. A part of him didn't want to acknowledge the telepath's words, didn't want to believe in their sincerity, but it was pointless to do so. Somehow he knew that Schuldich was being honest with him. Surprisingly enough, their …… link was allowing him to see the truth in what the other man was saying, confusing him even further.

Schuldich sighed once again. { I know that it hard for you to believe me. I barely believe it myself. But …… it's the truth, Yotan. I …… } Schuldich paused. { I love you, Yohji. }

Hearing the words he had thought to have been a part of his imagination loud and clear, Yohji turned within Schuldich's embrace and looked into the eyes of the man who had somehow imbedded himself within his heart. "You what?"

Schuldich smirked, his cheeks tinting ever so slightly. "I love you."

Yohji simply stared at the telepath, his face a mask of confusion and doubt.

"Is it so hard for you to believe that I could really care for you?"

"How can you love me?" he finally managed to ask, his heart ramming against his chest. "You don't even know me."

Schuldich raised his hand and softly ran his fingers over Yohji's face, the simple caress warming his insides, as his mind continued to war against his feelings.

"But I do," Schuldich whispered, his mouth coming ever closer to Yohji's lips. "I know everything about you. Everything."

Yohji placed a hand over Schuldich's, holding the large hand in place. "Then you know I want to leave here." He couldn't forget that, couldn't forget that his place was with Weiß.

Schuldich's brow furrowed, his chiseled lips tightening, before he removed his hand from Yohji's grasp. "I can't let you go, Yohji." Schuldich's eyes softened. "I need you with me."

Yohji shook his head. "I don't belong here. I don't belong with you."

The redhead moved onto his elbow and pushed Yohji onto his back, hovering slightly over him. "I claimed you long ago, Yohji, and you're just going to have to accept that fact. It's your own fault, dammit," Schuldich said hoarsely. "You made me feel again, made me want you above all else."

Sitting up suddenly, Yohji looked at Schuldich with angry eyes. "I didn't do anything to you. You're the one who kidnaped me, who forced himself on me, who fucking messed with my mind until I felt as if I were about to go mad. So don't give me this bullshit about me making you do 'anything'! You're the one who started this." Tears trailed along his cheeks, as his lips trembled and his whole body began to shake from the barely suppressed anger and shame he was feeling. "It was you, dammit! It was you."

Unable to hold back the storm fighting for release inside of him, Yohji brought his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his hands. His shoulders shook, as he sobbed uncontrollably. Dammit! Dammit! Cry you pathetic ass. Cry.

Yohji startled when a pair of strong arms closed around him, pulling him into Schuldich's embrace once more.

{ Please don't cry. Please. }

But Yohji couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop the pain from consuming him. It was all too much. His frustrations, his problems with Aya, his involvement with Schuldich, his life ... They were all eating away at him, overwhelming him to the point in which he no longer knew why he bothered to stay alive.

{ Stop it! Don't you ever fucking think that way again! } Schuldich's voice boomed in his mind, as the arms encircling him tightened their hold.

{ I'm tired, Schu. So very tired. Tired of feeling only pain. Tired of living in darkness. It's all I've known for so long. I just want it to all go away, } Yohji ranted desperately, not caring that it was Schuldich whom he was confessing his inner turmoil to. Gods, this is my punishment. My punishment for all of the lives I've taken, for all of the sins I've committed. It's my fucking penance. My fucking penance. Yohji's mental tirade broke off in a fit of sobs, as his conflicting emotions crashed into each other.

{ Listen to me, Yohji, } Schuldich said, his voice a gentle whisper running along Yohji's frazzled senses. { I know that you feel that things are out of your control, as if your life has been turned upside down, but ... but it won't be this way for long. All I'm asking you is for a chance. Just one chance to see what we can have between us. Everything else will fade away ... No more pain, no more worries ... no more Aya and the pain he's caused you. }

Yohji buried his head into the crook of Schuldich's neck. { I love him, Schuldich. He holds my heart. }

{ Not all of it, } Schuldich countered confidently. { He is a part of you. I won't deny it. But, he's no longer the only one your heart beats for ... Is he? }

Yohji couldn't deny Schuldich's words. No matter how much he wanted to. He knew Schuldich was right. He cared, dammit. He fucking cared.

{ Just think about what I'm offering you, } Schuldich continued, as he caressed Yohji's face. { Put aside our differences, our pasts, and let yourself see what can be between us. }

{ I can't. }

{ Yohji---- }

{ No, dammit. Why can't you understand? Don't you see what your asking of me? You want me to abandon Aya and the others. To betray them and stay with you. Do you think that's a fucking fair choice you're giving me? You're asking me to make a decision that I'm not prepared to make. } ""I can't stay with you," Yohji stated, breaking the telepathic conversation they'd been having.

Schuldich sighed. "You can and you will. Call me a bastard, whatever you want, but I can't give you up." Evergreen eyes narrowed, as they stared out into the dimly lit room. "You're a part of me. A part that I never knew could become so vital to my existence. And now that I've finally realized what I feel for you, I'm not going to just hand you back to Weiß ... to Aya."

Yohji opened his eyes, not surprised to find himself sitting in Schuldich's lap. "So you're keeping me prisoner here? Is that how you're going to show your love for me?"

"You're leaving me no other choice."

Yohji's hand tightened over the telepath's forearm. "You're a selfish sonofabitch."

Schuldich smirked. "That I am." Schuldich lowered his chin onto Yohji's head, his hand still stroking slowly over Yohji's back. "It's one of the things you haven't changed in me. In fact, you've only made me even more selfish than before."

After a slight pause, Schuldich pulled Yohji away enough for their eyes to meet, and Yohji found himself mesmerized by the feral light whirling within the green eyes locked onto his own.

Schuldich's hands gripped Yohji's shoulders. "I'm determined to have you by my side, Yohji. And I don't care what I have to do to ensure that you always will be. You're mine, Yotan." Schuldich lowered his mouth, a mere inch away from Yohji's slightly parted ones. "You're mine and you know it."

Demanding lips crashed onto his own, devouring him, possessing him, and Yohji was once again lost under the torrent of passion that only Schuldich could release within him. His body ignited under the German's touch, leaving Yohji breathless, even as his mind berated him for being so weak.

Forgive me, Aya. Forgive me....

"Target found."

"What's your location?"

Static was the only answer given, as the connection was suddenly lost.

"Abyssinian? Abyssinian! Do you copy? Abyssinian!" Blue eyes blazed with fury and fear. "Goddammit!"

Alone in Schuldich's room, Yohji was awakened from his slumber. Blinking rapidly, Yohji tried to push aside the remnants of sleep, as he focused his gaze. His jade eyes widened, as a golden eye peered at him from the shadows directly in front of him.

Silver gleamed under the room's faint light just as a voice pierced the silence.

"Hello, my angel."

TBC....

I know. I'm evil. ^_^ Only one to two more chapters to go before The Hunted's grand finale. Look out for it!

Special notes:

Okay, I included some computer mumbo jumbo in that scene with Omi, Ken, and Aya. Now, while I did do some research for that little scene, I'm not a computer wiz. So, if I made any mistakes, please have a little mercy on me and don't flame me because of them. ^_~

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