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

FYI: { Telepathic speech } -- Inner thoughts

Author's note:

Here's chapter five of The Hunted. I hope that you'll enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 5

"How was he?"

"He seemed confused and lost in his thoughts."

"Did he suspect anything?"

"Yes. He said as much."

Crawford sighed and removed his glasses. He placed them gently on the desk before touching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He closed his amber-brown eyes and tried to ignore the signs of an impending headache. He was startled when he felt a warm hand touched his wrist gently. He opened his eyes and found a pair of dark cobalt eyes staring at him with concern. Nagi's beautiful face was mere inches away from his own and Bradley swallowed hoping to moisten his suddenly dry throat. Gods, I only have but so much self-control.

"What's wrong, Bradley?" The youth asked in his usual quiet tone.

"Nagi, I----" He sighed once again and averted his eyes. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

Nagi withdrew his hand from his wrist and Bradley almost protested from the loss of contact. He looked up and could tell by the youth's suddenly cold countenance that his evasive reply had bothered Nagi very much. But, regretfully, it couldn't be helped. He could not discuss his vision with anyone, even with Nagi. No matter how much he wanted to or needed to. There was just too much at stake.

"Regarding Schuldich." Bradley swiveled his seat around away from Nagi until he was facing the large open window behind his desk. He could see the youth's wiry form reflected on the crystal clear glass but refused to let his eyes linger on it. "Continue to monitor his activities as best as you are able. Try not to let him become aware of your presence and be sure to shield your mind against him."

"As you wish." Nagi answered. His tone no longer carried a hint of concern or worry. It was now neutral and emotionless. "Will that be all, Crawford?"

Bradley almost winced at the sound of his last name. Nagi usually didn't refer to him as Crawford unless they were among others. For the youth to have used it now when they were alone was an obvious indication of how much Bradley had angered him. "Yes. That will be all, Nagi." I'm sorry.

There was a moment of silence before Bradley heard Nagi's soft footsteps move away from his desk. The door quietly opened and closed as the boy finally exited the office. Bradley was once again alone.

With somber eyes, Bradley stared at his reflection in the window. Looking back at him was a man that Bradley hadn't seen for many years and had thought to be dead long ago. He saw a man whose eyes revealed too much of his shattered spirit, whose soul longed for a love he was forbidden to have and whose heart wished that he had not been born Bradley Crawford. But you were Bradley. You were.

Bradley sighed and closed his eyes. He couldn't let himself ponder on things that could not be changed. His duties required his utmost attention and he had to focus on the matter at hand. Bradley took in a deep breath and concentrated his thoughts.

{ Schuldich }

Where had his anger gone? Schuldich asked himself desperately as he stood at the foot of his bed. Where was his malicious intent? Where had his thirst for pain and chaos gone? Where had this INSANITY come from?

{ Schuldich }

Schuldich's turbulent thoughts were interrupted by Crawford's mental call. He tensed with apprehension but kept his thoughts calm and controlled. Crawford may not be a telepath, but the bastard came close enough.

{ You called fearless leader? }

Sarcasm. It was his best defense against the one named the Oracle. His scoffing attitude tended to grate at the brunette's nerves, something Schuldich was quite proud of. Since he rarely had the upper hand with Bradley, Schuldich used his only advantage against his leader whenever he got the chance and without reserve. He couldn't help it really. He just loved living on the edge.

{ Watch yourself, Schuldich. }

The warning was clear but like always Schuldich never listened.

{ Yeah, yeah. What do you want Bradley? }

Mentioning Nagi's nightly visit would be pointless, Schuldich thought. He had no tangible proof anyway. So, for now, he would remain silent about it.

{ Have you finished with our guest, Schuldich? }

{ For the time being. Our Kudou is quite the delicacy. }

{ Remember Schuldich, now is not the time to break him. You must tread carefully. }

Schuldich snickered. He already knew that. He wasn't an amateur.

{ I know that Bradley. Everything's going according to the plan. The first stage is complete. }

{ Good. Now, return our guest to more familiar surroundings. }

Schuldich's hands clenched as Crawford's command echoed in his mind.

{ Whatever you say, Bradley. }

Schuldich broke the connection quickly. The last thing he needed right now was for Crawford to listen in on his thoughts. Their mental bond at times tended to backfire on him giving Crawford the upper hand and Schuldich couldn't let that happen this time. Not when he was actually considering doing the unthinkable.

He wanted to defy Crawford. Defy a direct order and not return Yohji to Weiß. Gods, am I crazy? I have to be. I'm fucking nuts. Sure, he had defied Crawford many times before. He was actually surprised that Bradley hadn't killed him long ago. But instinctively, Schuldich knew that if he failed to do as Crawford had instructed that this time the outcome would be different. The Weiß situation was important. So important that Crawford would actually put aside their past and kill him without hesitation or remorse. And to even think of going against the Oracle knowing full well that such a rebellious act would cost him his life or have him begging to die would indeed prove that he was utterly insane.

But could he really give Yohji up? The very thought of giving the blonde back to Weiß, back to Aya had his insides twisting painfully and a rage of jealousy flaring to life within him. The intensity of it surprised Schuldich to no small degree. It had been a long time since he'd felt such emotion, any emotion. And he didn't like it. Not one damn bit.

Yohji moved his arm and unconsciously brought his hand closer to his face until it rested just below the blonde's chin. The blonde's innocent movement instantly caught Schuldich's attention and his evergreen gaze zeroed in on his enemy's peaceful features.

Long whiskey colored lashes curled seductively over honey toned skin slightly marred by the dark shadows caused by restless nights. Thick waves of tawny hair were spread carelessly across the satin pillow beneath Yohji's head and Schuldich ached with his need to bury his face within their thick depths. Schuldich's body quickened as he remembered the feel of Yohji's body surrounding him intimately and he shuddered. He could still smell the exotic scent of their lovemaking on his now heated skin.

Shit, I have to stop this. I have to. He would never be able to let Yohji go if he didn't. But as his rebellious eyes continued their lustful exploration, Schuldich knew that the choice was no longer in his hands. He had to obey Crawford. For once in his life, he was going to think ahead before acting on his impulses. It was the only way he could think of that would give him the time he needed to formulate his own plan. A plan that could possibly alter Crawford's just enough so that Yohji would end up in Schuldich's waiting hands.

No, you're not crazy, Schu. He was much worst. He was obsessed with his enemy. Well, shit. Schuldich shoved his hands into his pockets and continued to look upon the slumbering Weiß assassin on his bed as Kudou's beauty seduced him, enthralled him, and mesmerized him.

Without a doubt, Schuldich knew that he was well and truly fucked. Because for a twisted individual such as him, to be obsessed was to practically be in love. Fuck.

"Dammit." Ken cursed as failed yet again to undo the knot he'd accidentally made on the string of his sweat pants. He tried once more and let out a frustrated grunt when the damn string tightened even more. " I give up." And he threw himself in defeat onto the full size bed. He reached over and grabbed his pillow throwing it over his face. "Omi's going to laugh his ass off."

That's how Omi found him five minutes later when he entered the room they had now shared for almost a year. Omi smiled as he heard Ken mutterings beneath the pillow.

"Awwwe, what's the matter Ken? What's got you so mad?"

Muffled words. A curse. And then a deep sigh.

Omi's thin eyebrows narrowed in question as he tried to understand what Ken was saying from beneath the thick white pillow. "What?"

Ken sighed again before he angrily removed the pillow from his face and gave Omi a pained look. "I don't want to talk about it." And he placed the pillow over his face again.

Omi's true blue eyes sparkled with humor and curiosity. Ken was blushing.

"Ken, come on. What is it? You can tell me." Laughing now, Omi climbed onto the bed and struggled to pull the pillow away from his very resistant lover but Ken wasn't making it easy for him. "And why are you still dressed?"

Omi, being the more conservative of the two, always opted to sleep in at least a pair of cotton pajama pants. Well, he tried anyway. Ken usually had him out of them within minutes of getting into bed. Ken, on the other hand, preferred to sleep in the nude since he hated feeling constricted and confined by clothing. So it struck him a little odd that his lover was still in his black sweat pants.

His eyes suddenly widened and he stopped pulling at Ken's pillow. Smiling wickedly, Omi looked down to Ken's waist. He snickered and saw Ken stiffen at the sound. Trying to hold back his laughter, Omi brought up a slender hand up to his smiling lips but couldn't stop the giggles that were nearly consuming him from escaping.

Ken's hand fisted over the pillow and he turned away from Omi. With the pillow still plastered to his face, Ken fumed in silence on his side of the bed.

"I can't believe you did it again, Ken." Omi was laughing so hard now that the tears were trailing down his cheeks. He didn't mean to laugh. Really he didn't. But he couldn't help himself. This was the fifth time Ken had done this to himself.

Omi's giggles began to subside and his gentle eyes looked upon his lover's wide back. He cleared his throat trying to get a hold of himself. Ken was obviously embarrassed over the whole thing and his laughing was only making the brunette feel worst. He had to stop laughing. Another giggle escaped and Omi slapped his hand over his mouth again. Oops.

"Ken?"

No response.

"Come on, Ken. I'm sorry."

A grunt and then silence.

Omi sighed and sat next to his now embarrassed and angry lover trying to figure out a way to fall back into Ken's good graces. His blue eyes roamed Ken's sleekly muscled back and a sneaky grin curved his lips. He got on his knees and like a cat waiting to pounce crawled over to Ken's side until his thighs were brushing against Ken's naked back. "I'm really sorry, Ken. Let me make it up to you."

Omi noticed that Ken's back was no longer as stiff as it had been and he proceeded with his plan. He reached over and placed his slender hand on Ken's muscled abdomen and ever so slowly, traced a trail down the hard surface of Ken's belly with his long fingers. Omi smiled wickedly when Ken shivered in response to his heated touch. Omi licked his lips as he continued to brush his fingers in the same slow pace down Ken's now quivering abdomen relishing the feel of the brunette's smooth skin. His fingers reached the waistband of his lover's sweat pants and Omi lowered his mouth until his lips hovered just above Ken's ear.

"Will you let me make it up to you, Ken?" Omi whispered as he licked Ken's earlobe with his warm tongue.

His lover moaned in obvious approval and Omi let his fingers press against the growing bulge beneath the cotton material. Ken placed his hand over Omi's and began to rub Omi's palm against his hard member. Omi moaned from the sudden action and felt himself harden until his erection was pressing painfully against the denim material of his jeans. His hand was abruptly released and Omi blinked down at Ken trying to see past the haze of passion that was now making him mindless.

Ken practically ripped the pillow off of his face and threw it over the bed. His lover's hair was in complete disarray spiking in all directions and Omi wanted to run his hands into the chocolate brown locks. His face was flushed with desire as Ken's dark blue-green eyes bore into his full of lust and heat. Omi's breath caught in his throat when Ken's strong hand wrapped itself around Omi's slender neck pulling him down until Omi's aroused body was sprawled on top of his lover's.

Omi lips smiled even as they began to nip at Ken's. He was about to ask Ken if he was forgiven but was only able to gasp as Ken pressed their erections against one another and began to grind. He moved his leg in between his lover's and Omi moaned as he found his own rhythm.

His world suddenly took a spin and Omi found himself on his back with Ken snuggly fitted in between his legs. He smiled and slid his arms up and around his lover's neck. Ken kissed him lightly and continued to move his lower body against Omi's.

"So, am I forgiven?" Omi asked knowing for a fact that he had been.

"Maybe." Ken answered with a smirk.

Omi wrapped his legs around Ken's waist bringing them even closer together. "What do you mean by maybe?"

Keeping an arm next to Omi's head on the pillow, Ken moved his other arm down Omi back until his hand was able to grab onto Omi's tight buttocks. Omi's eyes closed briefly as he felt his lover's hand squeeze them softly.

"Well, it all depends……" Ken's hand shifted and lifted Omi's behind up in one swift move. Omi gasped as his hips were raised even higher and his painful erection was nearly crushed against Ken's. Denim scraped against cotton and they both gasped in pleasure.

"Ken." Omi cried and arched his back even more.

"Shit." Ken hissed before he was able to continue. "It all depends on whether you can get these fucking sweats off of me before I make us come in our pants."

Damn. The knot. He'd totally forgotten about the stupid knot. "For heavens sake, sit up then." Omi pushed Ken to a sitting position in between his legs and Omi grabbed the knotted string. The knot was a mess now, twisted and tight beyond belief. Shit. How could he have thought this was funny before? Omi desperately asked himself as he worked on the knot keeping him from enjoying his lover's hard body. Shit, shit, shit.

"Goddammit!" Swore Ken as he rammed his hands into his already disheveled hair. "I'm gonna die."

"Calm down. I've almost----" Omi's eyes narrowed in concentration and his fingers gave the string one final tug. "Got it!"

The string loosened and Ken's sweats lowered on his waist. Omi's arousal heightened as Ken grabbed the waistband of the cotton material and pushed the pants down to his knees. Released from its confines, his lover's magnificent erection sprang free and Omi licked his lips in anticipation. He looked up and met Ken's lustful gaze. "Am I forgiven now?"

Ken pushed Omi back and quickly extracted him from his tight jeans. The brunette crawled in between his legs and Omi nearly screamed as their hard flesh met. Ken's lips crashed against his and Omi lost all thought.

"You most certainly are, my love. You most certainly are."

But Omi didn't really hear his lover's response. He was lost in exquisite pleasure as he and Ken proceeded to unite in the most intimate of ways.

Dazed emerald green eyes opened briefly in the darkness even as a gentle voice echoed from within. A name whispered into the night air just before the voice commanded the dark green orbs to close once again.

"Aya."

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