III

They had been warned up front that Weiss would be there. To protect the life they were about to take of course. This was still Weiss and Schwartz. Even though the questionable aspects of the white side's morals never ceased to amuse Schuldich. They were tainted those angels, - yes they were... *His* angel as well. His blood red angel of dreadful revenge. Somehow he found it romantic, although tragic, for him... Since *his* angel wasn't his at all and would probably never be. He didn't even trust himself to fight him properly so to take what he wanted what was really not an option either. Sad but true... Caught in a cage of dreams that could never come true... He silently cursed God and made idle threats towards destiny about keeping Aya out of his sight as their car silently parked outside the mansion where the target lived. It was a big house surrounded by tall trees and dark shadows. Not a person in sight. No city lights either, which was sad. The lights from the city would have been comforting somehow. If this got too painful he could always drown himself in sounds, in people and their stupid, boring and plain thoughts. If he lived through the night that was to come. The thought of seeing Aya made him nervous. Made his walls falter. He had to press his fingertips to his temples as to regain focus. Keep the noises out. He really wanted a couple of those pills, but didn't dare. Too much at stake. Maybe even his own life.... If he saw Aya...

Of course he saw Aya. Aya was the first person that he saw when they entered the gate of the mansion. Jumped by Weiss, stupid but not irreversible. Not usually... He could see from the crook of his eyes that the other Weiss attacked the other Schwartz members, but Aya came straight for him, deliberately - no doubt. Airborn from a tiled roof, katana unsheathed and his gaze fixed on Schuldich. He heard more than saw the arrows that pierced the air, heard a gun somewhere to his right but all his focus suddenly had but only target. The face in front of him... everything he remembered, -and then some... Caught by surprise, once again, he made an idle attempt of escape. Not from the fight, but from *him*. The smug face in front of him. Confident and cruel. The lazy smirk on his lips, that gaze that didn't falter, just continued to stare him down, make his heart catch in his throat.

"You!" He burst out and turned around, it was pure instinct. - A sudden need to run, not from the attacker but from the object of his affections, but Aya was one step ahead of him, this time. Because instead of probing his mind and figure out the next move, Schuldich had been busy shielding himself from the other, - it was doomed to give the other the upper hand. He tried to run, but couldn't...because a sharp blade was suddenly pressed against his throat, effectively trapping him, holding him in place. So -yes, he had foreseen that this could end with disaster on his part but hadn't thought that one moment would be enough. One look to be all it took to lose the game. But it had. Because he had freaked. Lost himself to panic. And failed.

"Me? Yes, are you surprised?" Aya's dark voice sounded in his ear, red hair brushed his cheek. The other's breath on his skin. So hot and sweet.

"Not really," Schuldich answered truthfully enough. He'd had a bad feeling about this mission from the start.

"Missed me, have you?" Aya's voice purred in his ear, brushing velvet over his skin. "This is not like you..." he continued. "You're usually more fun than this… Schuldich..." The last word came as a husky whisper and Schuldich could to his utter horror feel a finger trail his spine through the fabric of his coat.

"And Aya, " he tried. Kept his voice under control with an act of will. "This is not usually your game..." he purred back and pushed his hips backwards to connect with the other's body. Tried to cover up the shiver and the thrill he felt with the act.

Aya's laughter crept over his skin like a silken caress. Set his blood on fire with its dark and suggestive tone.

"And what do you know about that?" Aya whispered in reply. "Maybe I'm good at it...-this game," he said and ground his hips hard against Schuldich. Moving against his rear while holding him in place with the katana. His other hand came to rest on Schuldich's hip and Schuldich instantly grabbed it, to pry it away, he had thought. But then their skin connected, and it just didn't happen. Instead his hand closed on top of the other's. Resting there while Aya's thumb moved in small, possessive circles. His breath still tickled Schuldich's ear and his hips still pushed against the other's backside.

"Kill me!" he forced out between gritted teeth. "Just go ahead and kill me!" he begged. But Aya just laughed.

It was then, to his utter relief he finally had some use of his teammates. Suddenly the katana flew up in the air; Nagi had doubtlessly caught Aya in a moment's distraction. Anyway, it meant that he was at least temporarily free from his painfully pleasurable prison. He gave Nagi a quick smirk and quickly moved out of the other's embrace, diving for the katana. Aya beat him to it though, but it was just luck, nothing more. Schuldich was not about to lose it again this night. He cleared his mind of nothing but survival and turned to face his opponent. Eyes narrowed into slits of green. Smile back on his lips. He was not about to fail a second time. He tried to reach out for Nagi's mind. Maybe they could switch positions. His first priority was to get away from the dangerous creature in front of him. But his lucky star didn't twinkle and instead he got a direct order:

"Stay here, watch him! " Crawford's glasses blinked in the light from the moon as he hurried past him. "We're going in."

At the same time he heard Aya shout over his shoulder:

"Follow them, I'll keep this one outside!" Then he turned to Schuldich with an almost feral grin on his face and suddenly - they were alone in the alley leading up to the house.

"Alone at last," Aya smirked but Schuldich was not in the mood for games. He was angry. Angry and confused. This damn night seemed to be bloody cursed and the lack of control over the circumstances and events were about to choke him. Send him out on a spinning trip to hell and back, make his head fucking burst to pieces.

"Get the hell away from me!" he screamed at Aya... But Aya didn't move. "Get out of my way!" he screamed again. Aya just looked at him. Daring him to come closer. The wind caught in the leather of his coat, made it float around his body, it tussled his hair as well, and with the naked katana in hand he looked terrifying... terrifyingly cruel and sexy beyond belief.

That was it, Schuldich thought. He had to get into that head to find out what was going on. For all his pride's sake he could not back off and move outside the gate... And his speed would do him no good unless he knew what the other was thinking. He was set to watch him, prevent him from reaching the house. Aya would probably keep him out as well, but was also loyal enough to maybe try and disarm him, tie him up or kill him and continue to the house to help his precious mates... He had no choice but to search his mind. He closed his eyes for a second, tried to control his beating heart. Ignore the cold sweat that poured out on his skin. The hammering rage in his chest. Then he entered Aya's thoughts... Just to find himself naked and sprawled on the ground with Aya between his thighs, legs tangled, arms entwined. Soft murmurs that filled the air between them and a piece of rock hard flesh moving without mercy inside of him.

He gasped and quickly redrew from the other's head, tried to let the images fade. Lifted his fingers to his head and rubbed his temples. He had thought of it, of course, maybe even expected it, that Aya would pull the same trick on him again... Still it completely threw him off... Threw him off and... amazed him. It was a purple shower, purple tide, throwing it all back at him, moving through his head, taking everything with it as it went. Aya's presence, the feel of him came close up to possession. The images so vivid he could smell it... feel it... Feel his own body tighten in response, as if he truly had the other man's cock buried in his ass... His lips nuzzling on his neck... The picture of Aya naked in moonlight. His hard nipples so dark they looked almost black. Marble skin softly shining in the dim light. He could smell the grass they were lying on. Feel the moisture on his back... - Slowly he lifted his gaze to meet Aya's.

"What's wrong? Didn't you like what you saw?" Aya asked teasingly and Schuldich dived back in. Catch him by surprise he thought, that would do it, take everything he wanted then move back out before those deliciously wicked images could form. Just slam in and get it... - of course he was sadly mistaken. The scenario was different but the theme was still the same. Only this time he was on his fours. Aya on his knees behind him holding him in place with a strong grip on sweat slick hips. He heard the sounds coming from his own lips, Aya's soft replies. Felt how his knees buckled under the other's weight, the straining flesh between his own thighs, silently begging the other for more, worshiping its twin inside... Fantasy-Aya bent over his back and lifted his long hair away from his ear: "You make such a lovely bitch," he murmured and kissed his shoulder tenderly. In Aya's imagination the remark made him arch his back against the other. Spread his legs even more.

"Want to play another game?" The real Aya suddenly spoke, all too close to his ear… - Oh yes, he had done it. He had lost himself in Aya's mind. Stood there like zombie, caught in the dream scenario unfolding while the other man moved in. Fooled, tricked... been plain stupid. And when dealing with Aya Fujimiya stupidity was something you couldn't afford... Now the katana was back on his throat. Lightly piercing his skin while the purple gaze met his. Teasing, yes - but surprisingly gentle. Scarily so... Schuldich was too flabbergasted to be afraid though. He was thrown off… shocked... stunned. But not afraid, not yet.

"What do you want?" he asked bitterly. Swallowing hard but not breaking their stare.

"I want to fulfill my promise," Aya smiled sweetly. "I have waited a long time for this..."

"For what?" Schuldich replied. He wished the other could just slit his throat and be done with it.

"Step backwards," Aya demanded, ignoring his last remark. With the katana still resting against his skin and Aya's gaze buried in his, he slowly moved in amongst the trunks surrounding the gate to the property. He could feel the grass under his feet but didn't dare to look, afraid to look away from Aya's eyes. Suddenly the katana disappeared and Aya's hand came in its place, grabbing his collar. He slammed the other into the nearest trunk, then the sharp blade was back again. Hardly giving him room to breath. "This will do," Aya smirked at him. Eyes only inches from his own. Cold fear came seeping in now, mingled with something else... a hint of expectation, excitement... a desire, red and heavy - shrouding his mind like a thick curtain... and it was all *his* fault of course... Aya's...

Without moving his eyes away from Schuldich's, Aya's free hand moved down his torso, gently unbuttoning his coat. Fingers moved in under the fabric, stroke over the slick texture of his shirt. Aya smiled. Schuldich's breath came heavily.

"Now, don't move," Aya warned and unbuttoned three of the buttons. Schuldich gave a light shrug when he felt Aya's fingers on his stomach. Moving up, across his chest. Catching a nipple between two fingers, rolling it gently and forcing a gasp from the owner. Aya still smiled... but his eyes held a challenge now. Daring him to play along.

His hand moved down again, leaving an electric trail where his fingers traced his skin, came to rest on the top of his pants, playing with the black button there. Lips twitching teasingly… But instead of opening it, his hand slid over the fabric, lower, to catch and caress the bulging hardness resting there. The shiver couldn't be denied this time. Neither could the slight moan, the outburst of sudden bliss that exploded from Schuldich's throat. The involuntary movement that shoved his hips into closer contact with that hand. Pressed against it while he threw his head back as far as it went before coming to rest against the wood.

"I knew you would feel the same way," Aya murmured and moved closer. Pressing his own body lightly against the other. The katana moved away from his throat, trailing his outline before stopping right over his crotch, caught between the two men's bodies. "I'm going to kiss you now," Aya said. His eyes had still not left the other's. "If you bite, *this* will bite," he warned and pressed the katana to his thigh. Schuldich could feel how the fabric almost melted away under the sharp blade, no sound, just a sudden draft of air and a feel of something cold told him that the sword had cut through the rough texture and was now resting against his bare skin, a light pressure on a pounding arterie. Then Aya's lips were upon his. Soft, moist lips pressed against his own. A pink tongue trailed the outlines and a hand came to cup the side of his jaw, holding his head in place as the probing tongue sneaked inside his mouth, separated his lips and slipped inside...It was a good kiss. Powerful and sweet. Schuldich never even considered resistance when Aya's pink tongue found his own, caressed it and played with it. Sucked gently at the sensitive piece of flesh. He moaned lowly into Aya's mouth, gained a soft chuckle in return as Aya's lips continued to rub against his own. His tongue continued to touch and taste, giving him Aya's flavor to play with. Savor and cherish, delve into...

When the kiss finally ended Aya's lips were swollen and moist, glistening in the moonlit night. Slowly, without moving either his gaze or his katana he started to move down Schuldich body, slide against where he could. This time he undid the black button, reached inside and pulled out what he'd found. Letting the strained flesh out of its confines while moving the katana in an elegant sweep so that the tip again rested on his throat. Then, at last he let his gaze down to look at what he held in his hand. Small shivers passed through Schuldich's body. The razor sharp blade meant nothing to him. Aya's hand did. Aya's hand moving up and down his shaft, forcing beads of liquid to gather at the tip. It was a trick, his mind protested. The Weiss leader wanted something but what? The thoughts held no real power though. Only Aya's hand did. Aya's hand and the soft, warmth of his mouth that suddenly embraced him, made him scream out and jerk his hips forward. Push himself in between the luscious lips, past those rows of even teeth to be sucked into a hot velvet cave and be greeted by a eager, moist tongue. Hot and damp and incredibly sweet the feel of it as he was sucked down Aya's throat and caressed by strong muscles on the way back up, - appeared shiny and moist on the outside, before disappearing back in behind those red, full lips. Being given the treatment all over again...Aya's head moved over his shaft, sucked him in as he went. And he was fast. In no time he had picked up a speed that left Schuldich's head spinning, his knees weak. Aya sucked him into oblivion, into another dimension. A dimension of Aya and Aya's mouth. He was reduced to that bundle of nerves, the blood and straining flesh between his thighs, all that mattered those two human parts: The cock and the mouth sucking it. Without giving the katana a second thought he moved his hands to rest on Aya's head. His fingers finally felt the softness of the dark red hair. Tangled in it, followed Aya's movements with his hands. He could hear sounds coming from his mouth. Soft screams of pleasure mingled with his steady moans as Aya continued to move his head. Suck him in, hard. All too fast his muscles tightened and the almost unbearable tension built in his groin. With a couple of rapid thrusts that made the katana slide through his skin and into his flesh he came in Aya's mouth, spilled himself down his throat with a deep sigh of relief...Then...it was over. Dizzy and slightly sick Schuldich leaned against the tree. Still breathing heavily, sweat drenching his clothes, quickly cooling in the chill night air. Aya removed the threat from his neck and quickly rose to his feet. With a swift smirk he wiped the moist from his lips with the back of his hand and winked at him. Then he turned around and was gone. Swallowed by the shadows from the trees. Leaving Schuldich a breathless, shivering, bloodied wreck. Breathless and shivering but deeply sated... ruined pants and all...


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