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:

Hey guys, here's the next chapter of The Hunted. I hope that this chapter has enough emotional angst for you because writing this one took a lot out of me. And let's not even talk about the juicy lemon I've decided to open up the chapter with. I'm pretty happy with it. I hope you guys like it.

Things are getting very complicated between our guys and the triangle I have going isn't making things any easier for them or for me. Schuldich has evolved throughout this fic which has lead me into a major dilemma since he's no longer the bastard I had originally intended for him to be. Hmm...decisions, decisions. Well, I guess I'll figure it all out soon enough.

Well, enough said so enjoy the fic!

Thanks,

Forsaken

The Hunted Part 8

Frowning, Nagi approached Bradley's office lost in thought. Once again, he'd spied on Schuldich and once again the guilt of that act was weighing heavily on his shoulders. Dammit, I just can't keep doing this anymore. Schu's my friend. I can't keep stabbing him in the back like this. He would give his report to Bradley and stress to the man that it would be his last.

Nagi entered Bradley's office hesitantly after receiving no response to his knock on the door. He peered inside the semi-darkened room noticing the closed shades over the windows and saw Bradley stretched out on the black leather sofa soundly asleep.

Nagi walked across the room and stopped a mere inches away from where Bradley was resting. "Bradley," he whispered.

A part of him really didn't want to hear a reply, however, as his dark cobalt blue eyes took in Bradley's handsome face. He marveled over how the other man's features seemed somehow softer during sleep. He's so beautiful.

Carefully, not wanting to disturb the slumbering brunette, Nagi lowered himself onto his knees right next to the sofa. His heart began to pound viciously as he reached out to gently tuck away a loose lock of dark hair away from Bradley's forehead. Nagi swallowed nervously as his mind took a backseat to his love-filled heart and he allowed his fingers to ever-so-softly trace a loving path down Bradley's cheek. His skin is so soft. I wonder if his.……

His fingers paused near the other man's mouth and Nagi closed his eyes briefly taking a deep breath before opening them again. Slender fingers once again moved but this time over the warm skin of slack lips and Nagi felt a shiver go up his spine at the feel of such tender flesh. Bradley's mouth opened slightly at his touch and let out a quiet breath.

A coil deep within his center began to tighten and Nagi's breathing began to quicken as his emotions took over his actions. Languidly, he slid his fingers into Bradley's soft mane and moved his body up a bit so that his face was directly above Bradley's.

He was no longer thinking, no longer worrying about the possible consequences his movements would probably cause, no longer caring if what he was about to do would be reciprocated in return. All he was doing was feeling.

Slowly, he lowered his head and with all of the passion consuming him placed his lips over Bradley's. At first there was no reaction as his lips nipped and teased the older man's mouth, but then in an instant Nagi's lips were captured, claimed. His heart slammed against his chest as Bradley's hand snaked out from his side and buried itself into Nagi's soft hair pulling him deeper into the kiss that was burning him inside out.

Time stilled and all sound faded as Nagi lost himself in the blaze of passion that he and Bradley were igniting. Over and over, Bradley's mouth claimed his own and Nagi relished the feel of the older man's tongue as it slid into his mouth to taste and explore him.

Nagi gasped as he was pulled roughly against Bradley's hard form and nearly died when his erection rubbed against the other man's stiff arousal. Bradley arched suddenly and molded Nagi's behind with strong hands causing slivers of pleasure to crawl up all over his skin. Straddling Bradley's hips, Nagi pressed his lower body closer as he continued to devour Bradley's mouth.

Lost in a frenzy of desire, Nagi was barely aware of his shirt being ripped open, of the soft material sliding over his arms and down over his slender hips. Nagi couldn't think, couldn't even form words as Bradley's lips trailed down the column of his neck and his large hands touched Nagi's exposed nipples. All Nagi could do was moan and shudder as the intense sensations took control of his system plunging him into a sea of lust and naked need.

The world took a spin as Nagi was pushed back onto the sofa, his legs wrapped firmly over Bradley's waist and a tug of war ensued as he and Bradley fought to remove the obstructive clothing keeping their bodies from one another. Nagi moaned Bradley's name when their now naked bodies met in wild abandon and his hands reached out to cup Bradley's face to pull the object of his desire down so that their lips could fuse once again.

Nagi cried out in delicious pleasure as Bradley's dripping member began to rub at his virginal entrance lubricating him in the most natural way. "Gods, Bradley."

"Umm, Nagi," Bradley whispered into Nagi's ear as he wrapped a muscular arm under and around Nagi's slender leg.

Nagi whimpered in need as Bradley's erection began to press into him. He lifted his hips slightly to allow Bradley better access to him and began to pant as Bradley's member slowly began to penetrate his entrance. Shivers of pleasure coursed through him as the head of Bradley's penis stretched him ever so slightly before withdrawing a fraction. Over and over, Bradley repeated the motion until in one swift thrust his arousal was imbedded into Nagi's slight form.

"Bradley!" Nagi cried out, not in pain but in absolute joy as his painful longing, his impossible dream was finally fulfilled.

Thrust after thrust, their bodies joined and Nagi held on to the man riding him hard and fast striving to match his pace. The coil within him began to tighten once again causing Nagi to loose all control.

He moved forward and took Bradley's hard nipple into his mouth teasing it and suckling it with fervor. He smiled in delight when Bradley growled in approval. Bradley's pace quickened even more and Nagi arched into the sweat-dampened body working furiously over him. His fingernails raked over Bradley's back leaving bright pink marks over the other man skin as Nagi's vision began to fade into white.

"Bradley……Bradley," he cried as the coil deep within his belly began to tighten to an impossible level, beyond pain, beyond pleasure.

As if his lover knew what he so desperately needed, Bradley closed his hand around Nagi's neglected shaft and began to pump it relentlessly. Nagi's head fell back and his mouth opened in a silent scream as the added sensation caused the coil inside of him to snap and explode. He arched his back as his release covered Bradley's lower abdomen and his body became a mass of shuddering waves.

Nagi heard Bradley growl suddenly and felt an unmistakable warmth jet inside of him wrenching another shudder from his exhausted body. Bradley's panting form collapsed over him and Nagi smiled as he lapsed into a sated sleep having finally known a moment of true happiness.

I love you, Bradley.

Yohji cried out as he awoke from his nightmare panting and sweating. Wide-eyed he stared at the ceiling as he tried to calm his erratic breathing and wildly beating heart. Shit, what the hell?

He had come upstairs to his room in order to take a nap before his double shift began this evening. Since he had been feeling unusually tired this afternoon and the headache from the night before had still been plaguing him, taking a rest had seemed to be a good idea at the time. What the hell do you know Kudou?

Yohji winced as an imaginary spike was driven into his head. Fucking headache, dammit. He tried to rub at his forehead attempting to relieve the discomfort he was feeling. But try as he might, the pain rushing through his head began to escalate. His vision began to waver and dark spots began to appear before his eyes as a flash of memory assailed him.

He sat up and grabbed his head trying desperately to fight back the images that were flooding his senses, overwhelming him. A wave of nausea hit him hard as a memory of a pair of strong hands caressing his body swept through Yohji's confused and dazed mind.

Yohji whimpered as the memory became even clearer and he saw the hands move down to close around his jutting arousal. An intense feeling of sexual excitement coursed through him as he saw his body arch in pleasure. No! Stop it!

Panicked by what he was seeing, by what he was feeling, Yohji jumped out of bed falling down to his knees as his legs tangled in the sheets. He crawled on all fours to the corner of his room near the window and sat shivering in fear.

With his arms wrapped tightly around his drawn up knees, Yohji let silent tears fall, despair washing over him, as the images continued to haunt him. He felt lost and alone unable to find solace and unable to get past the veil of erotic confusion engulfing him. A soft sob managed to whisper through the silence of the room as Yohji lowered his forehead to rest on his kneecaps trying to hold himself together.

What's happening to me? His mind was cluttered by questions and alien thoughts. Everything was becoming too much for him to handle.

The pain spreading through his head was a constant and lingering agony that he was unable to escape. The marks and the aches, although fading, still screamed at him making Yohji feel used, violated and unclean as if his body was no longer his own. And now memories that he could not place where driving him insane. Gods, I can't take much more of this.

He wanted to deny what had happened to him, to pretend his life hadn't been changed forever, but the flashes of memory that had been haunting him these past few weeks and even now wouldn't let him forget.

The pain was becoming an unbearable blaze of fire eating at him by the second. It felt as if his mind were being invaded, being forced open and left vulnerable. And though Yohji was trying to fight the sensation, to gain some control of whatever, whoever was trying to enter his mind, the immeasurable pain that was assaulting him was tearing into him relentlessly. Not even the headaches he'd been having in the previous months could compare to the agony piercing through him.

Yohji rubbed a tired hand over his face and moved it to massage his throbbing temple as the images began to finally disperse.

Dammit, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Should he finally break down and talk to someone? Swallow the fear of revealing the truth, of admitting his shame? But who can I turn to?

{ No one, kitten. You only need me. Only me. }

Yohji almost shrieked from the mind-splintering pain the voice's invasion had just triggered. He shoved his hands into his hair cradling his head as wave after wave of agony hit him dead center. No, get out of my head! Stop……Leave me alone!

{ Tsk, tsk. Is that anyway to speak to your lover? }

Yohji's hands tightened their grip over his sweat-dampened locks as his jade eyes widened in stunned horror. No. Who...I didn't.……

{ Come now, Yohji. I know you remember how you gave yourself to me. }

Images flashed in horrid sequence in Yohji's pain-filled mind. No!

{ ...How you moaned and practically begged for more. }

No! Shut up. Shut the fuck up!

{ ...How you came for me……How I came in you. }

Unwanted images of his naked body pressed against another's formed in Yohji's mind. Honey-blonde hair intermingled with tresses the color of a glorious flame. No. There was only one person he knew who's hair was that shade. Yohji shook his head, fighting to stay sane, trying to deny what was becoming painfully true. No! Please. Stop it. No more. Please.

He knew that he was begging, that he was acting weak and pathetic, but Yohji didn't care. Nothing mattered to him as the pain became too much, tearing through him like a shard of glass, engulfing him into an abyss of torture. Tears ran down his cheeks as his surroundings began to fade.

But Yohji didn't fight the coming darkness. He gave himself freely to it, welcoming the absence of light, of the voice, of all thought as he slumped sideways and passed out into a world of blessed silence.

"Dammit!" Schuldich cursed as his link with Yohji was abruptly severed. He swung away from the balcony's ledge and stormed back into his room. I was too hard on him. Fucking idiot! Schuldich cursed himself for his stupidity and lack of patience.

What was wrong with him? Patience was something he'd learned to cultivate, to become a master of throughout his miserable life. Why was it that with Yohji all of his hard-earned training went straight to hell?

He hadn't planned to make his presence known to the blonde. But Yohji's mental barriers had been weak and the temptation to 'talk' to his prey had been overwhelming. And now I fucked things up. He had revealed too much too soon and the Weiß assassin reacted just as Schuldich had expected. The blonde had fought him. Fought him harder than he'd anticipated and he had a throbbing headache to prove it.

Schuldich smirked feeling a sick sense of pride in the man he'd claimed for his own. Yohji was definitely proving to be a hard conquest. His evergreen eyes narrowed in determination as he walked across the room toward the door.

No matter how hard the wire-wielding assassin resisted him, Schuldich swore to himself, there was nothing the blonde man could do to stop him from getting his way.

You're going to be mine Yohji. Sooner or later, you're going to give in to me. And I'll be right there waiting to claim my prize when you do.

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