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:

Well guys, this is it. Yohji finally wakes up! And being the evil person that I am, our poor Yohji's life is about to get more and more out of control. Well, whose wouldn't? I mean, when you have a cold hearted violet eyed hunk constantly breaking your heart and an absolutely wicked flame haired telepath driving you slowly insane, wouldn't your life be a little out of control? Damn straight. Don't you just love it? I know I do.

Okay, that's it for now. So sit back and enjoy the next installment of The Hunted. And please, don't forget to send me a review! I would truly appreciate it.

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 6

{ Wake up. }

Yohji startled awake and found himself seated in his car. Dazed and confused, he sat there for a few minutes trying to shake off the heavy vale that was clouding his mind. He swallowed a couple of times trying to get rid of the foul taste in his mouth.

Shit, I'm tired. He rubbed his tired eyes and looked down at his watch. His eyes widened when he saw that it was two in the morning. "What the hell?" His voice was strained and a bit hoarse from lack of use, but Yohji didn't seem to notice. His mind was too busy reeling over his discovery. What the hell happened? How had he lost so much time? Did I blackout again?

Panic lanced through him and Yohji tried desperately to remember anything that might help him find some answers. But try as he might, Yohji's mind remained a blank. And it was scaring the hell out of him. Painful needles stabbed him behind the eyes as he tried to see past the haze his memories were trapped behind.

Dammit, that hurts. He winced and brought both of hands up to cover his eyes. He pressed the bottom of his palms against them and patiently waited for the agony to subside. After a few minutes, Yohji lowered his hands and blinked slowly trying to clear his vision. For the first time since he'd awaken, Yohji noticed his surroundings. Scanning quickly, he realized with a start that he was parked about a block away from the flower shop.

But, that's not right. Something in the back of his clouded mind was telling Yohji that he shouldn't be here. That he should be somewhere else. But where? What the hell was his empty brain trying to tell him? Then, like a bright light flashing before his eyes, a memory came to him.

It was almost like watching a movie reel. He saw himself walking down a street reading a piece of paper in his hand. In his other hand he was carrying something. Yohji's eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on that hand. All of a sudden, like a camera coming into focus, Yohji was able to see clearly what he was holding.

Flowers. His jade eyes widened. The flower arrangements!

Yohji turned his head quickly and looked over his shoulder into the backseat. He sucked in a breath when all he saw was empty space. The flower arrangements were gone. How? When did I……

Memories came pouring into him like a breaking dam and Yohji winced from the sudden overload. Shit. He latched onto them, however, refusing to allow the discomfort to stop the flow of the images coming to him. Like pieces of a puzzle, the images formed in Yohji's mind revealing more and more information until everything was suddenly clear to him. Well, almost everything.

He remembered going out on a few deliveries after his incident with Aya. That particular memory was painful and refusing to dwell on the redhead, Yohji immediately moved on to concentrate on what he'd done after he'd left the shop. He had arrived at the first address on the……Printout!

Yohji snapped his fingers and smiled. The piece of paper he had been reading had been the printout of the delivery addresses he was supposed to have made. He had tucked the list into his pocket and had approached a large house. Excited by the recollection, Yohji reached into his pocket to retrieve the list. Disappointment coursed through him when he realized that his pocket was empty.

Shit, where is it? He quickly searched his other pockets desperate to find the piece of paper with the only clue to where he might have been all this time and cursed profusely when he came up short. The list was gone. Goddammit!

What the hell was going on? Yohji asked himself. What had happened to him? When had he managed to deliver the flowers? And how had he gotten back to the car?

Angry and hurting from the headache now booming full force in his head, Yohji slapped his hands hard against the steering wheel. He looked down at his hands and frowned at what he saw. One of his wrists was bruised. Yohji grabbed his right sleeve and pushed it halfway up his forearm so that he could look at his wrist up close. He scrutinized the faint markings that ran all the way around his wrist. They looked almost like----Yohji stiffened and he felt his stomach twist in horror. Shit, they look like----No. It's not what it looks like. It's not. I would know. I would've remembered if something had happened. I would……

Yohji closed his eyes and pulled his sleeve back over his wrist. His head was screaming in denial and his heart was pounding in fear. And even though he wanted to deny what he was seeing, Yohji knew he couldn't. The markings on his skin wouldn't let him.

Could he have possibly made the marks himself during his blackout? Maybe he'd had some kind of seizure? Fuck, why can't I remember?

He looked up to the rearview mirror and cringed when he saw how pale he looked. His eyes looked impossibly huge almost dilated, their dark pupils nearly drowning out the green in them. Dark patches marred the skin underneath his eyes making him look tired and sickly. Yohji's gaze moved on to his chin then followed the long column of his neck. His eyes grew wide and panicked when he noticed a patch of red skin near his collarbone.

"Holy shit," Yohji whispered raggedly as he brought a shaky hand up to lower the collar of his charcoal shirt. He swallowed hard and stared in disbelief at the reddened skin holding the telltale signs of a love bite. Shocked and scared out of his mind, Yohji released the material and let his fisted hand fall onto his lap. Slowly, he leaned back against his seat needing desperately to rest his head against the headrest. He winced when he felt a familiar soreness in his backside.

Yohji gasped and began to shake his head fervently. "No. No." Yohji denied hysterically. "NO!"

"Fucking shit!" Schuldich cursed as he cut his hand with one of Farfarello's knives just before it fell to the floor next to his feet. "Dammit, Farf, why didn't you tell me you had that fucking knife there."

Farfarello blinked his yellow eye at Schuldich as he hung upside down from the ceiling. He shrugged almost undoing the straight jacket Schuldich had been trying to fasten and merely said, "You didn't ask."

Schuldich sucked at the wound on his hand and glared at the white haired psychopath. "You're a fucking prick, Farf."

Farfarello smiled and pulled out another knife out from under his black sleeveless leather vest with his free hand. Handle first, the Irishman handed the sharp blade over to Schuldich.

"Cute. Really cute." Schuldich took the knife and threw it at the wall behind him. "Put your arm up already. Hurry up will ya, I haven't got all fucking night."

Fifteen minutes later, Schuldich walked out of Farfarello's room tired and cursing up a storm. The psycho bastard had had another knife up his back. Nursing his other bleeding hand, Schuldich walked down the hall with thoughts of murder whirling in his head.

"I don't know why I always have to get stuck with putting Farf to bed." He muttered to himself as he neared his room. He stopped short when a voice came out of the darkness.

"Because you're the only one who can calm him down enough to bind him after a kill."

Bradley Crawford stood near Schuldich's room a few feet away. His impeccably elegant navy blue suit blending into the darkness. The brunette's glasses caught the faint light in the hallway and the gold frames seemed to sparkle from afar.

Schuldich sighed in his mind. What now?

He was tired. So very tired.

Yohji felt completely drained as he walked into the dark apartment he shared with the others. His every step was an effort, his every thought a mindless blur. He barely noticed the silence, the stillness in the apartment or the solitary light emanating from the kitchen. All Yohji knew was that he had to make it up the stairs in order to get to his room and to his bed.

Practically dragging himself, Yohji walked through the living room in a daze fighting to stay awake. Just a little more, Kudou. You can do it. He was almost to the steps when he heard Aya's angry voice coming from behind. Like a gunshot, the redhead's voice exploded and echoed through the silence.

"Where have you been, Yohji?"

Yohji closed his eyes and his hand's grip on the banister tightened. Dammit, not now.

"Answer me, Yohji."

It was a command; one that was expected to be obeyed without question, without thought. Normally, Yohji would've been rankled by it. But at this moment, he just didn't have the strength. Without turning around, Yohji calmly said, "I'm tired, Aya. I'm not thinking straight right now so let's talk about this tomorrow, alright?" He moved to take the first step and stumbled as a wave of dizziness rushed through him. More out of instinct than quick thinking, Yohji braced himself against the banister. Shit.

"Are you tired, Yohji? Or are you drunk?" Aya spat in accusation. "Or maybe, you just whored yourself out too much this time."

Aya's cruel words stabbed Yohji in the gut and were like a bucket of ice water waking him right up. Outwardly, however, he didn't react. He wanted to scream, to shout out in pain but Yohji repressed the urge refusing to give Aya the satisfaction of knowing he'd hurt him yet again. He had learned the hard way how to keep his emotions from bleeding into his eyes, into his face. It had once been his greatest flaw, but no more.

He lowered his shades from his eyes so that he could see Aya clearly and slowly turned around. Looking at the younger man with shuddered jade eyes, Yohji ignored the savage beauty that made Aya stand out above all others and concentrated instead on the redhead's angry cold eyes. "That's none of your business, Aya. Not anymore."

"It is my business when you pull your shit during your shift and fuck me over."

Aya's voice was deadly calm and controlled; a sure sign that the redhead was absolutely livid. Yohji didn't care, however. All he wanted was to be left alone. Yohji could feel his strength waning and he knew that he had to get to his room before he passed out in front of Aya. Questions would be asked if he did, questions he was not prepared to answer. Besides, looking at the uncaring man in front of him, Yohji knew he would never be able to tell Aya the truth, to share his fears, his confusion over the hours he'd lost. He wouldn't believe you anyway, Kudou.

Taking a deep breath, Yohji looked at Aya steadily in the eye. "I apologize for today. It won't happen again. I'll work a double shift tomorrow to make the time up." Without another word, he turned slowly away from Aya and walked up the stairs.

"Yohji."

Yohji paused halfway up the staircase but didn't turn around. He just couldn't face the anger in those violet eyes anymore. With his stiff back to Aya, he remained unmoving and waited silently for Aya to continue.

"You'll work a double shift tomorrow to make up for today's fuck up," The redhead paused a moment before adding, "And you'll work double shifts for the rest of the week to make up for your lack of responsibility."

Damn you.

Without responding, Yohji continued up the steps trying to ignore the anger burning deep within him. Aya mumbled something he couldn't understand before Yohji heard the redhead walk away probably back into the kitchen. The hell with you, Aya.

When Yohji finally made it up the stairs to the corridor, he turned the corner and leaned weakly against the wall letting it hold him up for a moment to catch his breath. He brought a hand up to cradle his spinning head and focused his tired eyes on the door leading to his room. It was only a few feet away, but as Yohji stood there on shaky legs struggling not to fall flat on his face, the room appeared to be a million miles away. Shit, I need a cigarette.

Nagi Naoe was pissed, truly pissed. Ramrod straight, he stood in his room staring at the broken screen of his computer. He cursed and walked angrily over to his bed. With his arms crossed, Nagi sat down and let out a pent up breath. "Dammit, " he mumbled as he ran a frustrated hand through his midnight brown hair. His angry gaze once again stared at the still smoking monitor on his desk and Nagi cursed again at his own stupidity.

He absolutely hated losing control of his power. It was a sign of immaturity and a lack of strength and discipline. If Bradley walked in here right now and saw his handiwork, the man's belief that he was but a boy would be reinforced. "Shit."

Nagi stood up and walked over to the large window in his room. It was a habit of his whenever he felt upset and alone. His room was towards the back of the house and its view faced a large backyard full of trees and green shrubbery. The scenery always seemed to comfort and relax him even at night. It gave him a sense of peace something he seldom found in the world he lived in. And he needed that peace right now, needed the tranquility.

As he stood there in front of his window, drinking in the beauty of the night before him, Nagi felt himself calming down, his mind relaxing now that his power was once again under restraint. He was still upset, however, his meeting with Bradley still on his mind. Nagi rested his forehead against the cold glass and released a heavy sigh as he closed his eyes. What am I going to do with you, Bradley?

Nagi opened his cobalt blue eyes and stared out the window no longer seeing the scenery he treasured so much. He was getting tired of holding back his feelings for Bradley, tired of being so close to the man and not being able to touch him like he wanted to, tired of seeing the same damn yearning in Bradley's eyes. What did he have to do to prove to the older man that he was no longer the boy he'd met all those years ago? He was a man, dammit, a man with wants and needs. When was the idiot going to realize that?

Nagi's heart turned over and his gut clenched painfully as his frustration and anger began to build inside him once again. All he wanted was to able to love openly and feel loved in return. Was it really so much to ask for? Were his sins so great that he deserved to live a life never feeling the joy of being loved, of being touched by the one he loved?

Maybe they are. Nagi sighed as a tear trailed down his cheek. Maybe I deserve to live in this hell that is my life.

Schuldich was in no mood to deal with the precog. He was tired and edgy and had just handed his property over to Weiß. He took off the white scarf that had been keeping his flame colored hair out of his eyes and ran his other hand through the unruly mane. "What do you want, Bradley?"

Bradley stepped out of the shadows and walked over to where Schuldich was standing. Schuldich's evergreen eyes watched the brunette warily as the older man brought up a hand and cupped his cheek. "You know what I want."

"I'm not in the mood for a fast fuck today, Bradley." Schuldich removed Bradley's hand and looked into the brunette's amber-brown eyes. He was surprised to find the usually cold and expressionless orbs burning with a mixture of emotion, an unfulfilled need that Schuldich had never before seen in them. And it was disconcerting for Schuldich to realize that his own eyes were probably reflecting the same thing.

Oh, why the hell not? Sex was usually a great stress reliever anyway. A good fuck would probably do them both some good. With that in mind, Schuldich didn't protest when Bradley wrapped his hand around the nape of his neck and drew him closer.

Their lips met hungrily and the heat arcing between them overpowered their senses. Schuldich felt himself being pushed towards his room and growled when his back was pressed not so gently against the door. Schuldich's hand fumbled with the doorknob as he and Bradley savagely ripped at each other's clothes. The door finally slammed open and Schuldich molded his body to Bradley's hard form. They stumbled into his room and Schuldich closed the door quickly behind him. Gasping and moaning, they fell onto his bed.

All unwanted emotion was repressed and all thought was forgotten for now as he and Bradley lost themselves in the lascivious heat of their animalistic coupling.

Rivulets of water ran unchecked from Yohji's damp honey-blonde hair onto his shoulders and down his naked back as he sat lost in thought on his bed with only a towel covering his lean hips.

It was almost three in the morning and Yohji found himself wide-awake, his emerald eyes unable to look away from the hand tracing the marred skin on his wrist. He sighed dejectedly and rubbed a hand over his red-rimmed eyes. His head was still throbbing like a bitch and he was still feeling confused and disorientated even after taking a shower. A very hot shower. It wasn't hot enough.

No matter how hot he'd made the water, no matter how hard he'd rubbed his skin clean, the bruises Yohji had found on his abdomen and inner thighs were still there. Yohji shivered and ran his hands up and down over his arms trying to rid himself of the cold washing over him. You can't pretend they're not there, Kudou. They're not going to just go away.

Yohji shifted in discomfort as his sore backside reminded him that he'd been sitting in the same position for far too long. He moved to his side slowly wincing as his aching muscles protested the movement. Lying down on the bed, facing the door, Yohji buried his face into the pillows.

Feeling drained and exhausted, his tired jade eyes began to slowly close. Yohji gave in to his body's need for sleep and allowed his mind to shut down. One last thought echoed through his mind just before he drifted completely into the darkness of sleep.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Schuldich stretched languidly as he heard Bradley quietly leave the room. Feeling sated and relaxed, he moved onto his side and stared at the now closed door, a smile curving his chiseled lips. Bradley was fantastic in bed, but the man couldn't cuddle. At least, not with him. But that was okay with Schuldich. His relationship with Bradley was only pure and uninhibited fucking. Nothing more, nothing less. And he preferred it that way.

But not with Yohji.

Schuldich's smile faded as his thoughts shifted to the blonde assassin. Everything was different with Yohji. He wanted more than just sex. He wanted to possess not only his body, but also his mind and his spirit. He wanted it all.

And he would have it all, Schuldich swore to himself, his eyes becoming cold and determined. Yohji would soon be back where he belonged.

With me. Soon and forever.

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