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Summary: Ken's having some problems. After an incident during a mission that involved a certain redhead, Ken's just a little confused. What happens next confounds the hell out of him, but in a way, he's not complaining.

Notes: This is my first yaoi lemon ever, so don't expect it to be that great. But, I would like honest criticism, so please don't mince words. I want to know how to improve.

“Are you sure about this, Aya? This guy is really in here?”

“Yes, now shut up, Ken, or he won’t be there much longer."

Ken shut his mouth, pursing his lips. Damn stoic bastard. He thought, but followed his comrade through the building. What had seemed like a generally easy mission had turned sour the second they had started. The mission was to take out Takeshi Urameshin, the leader of a large drug and child prostitution ring, which had resulted in twenty-three kids getting kidnapped and ten more found dead when their usefulness had ended. Kritiker had given Weiss both a picture and address, so they had assumed that it wouldn’t be that hard.

Well, it’s our fault. You know what they say about assuming.

The first problem had arisen when they found out that the address they had been given led to an empty lot, which had them looking all over the area for their target. They had finally found him in a ritzy hotel that sported top of the line security and the like. More troubles for them. Omi had been sent on finding out the schedule of the guards as well as the extent of the security in terms of cameras and gadgets that would alert the authorities before they needed them. That had, thankfully, taken the youngest Weiss member less than a day to find out.

Next came the actual mission and finding out the right numbers and different routes to get in and out as quickly as possible. Ken, being able to adopt the rich persona better than the rest, having been a part of that life from when he was still part of the J-League, was sent to search for any kinds of changes in the possible maps Omi got his hands on as well as to hide weapons for later, just in case something required it. That, in itself, caused enough troubles for the brunette. First, they hadn’t wanted to take him in because they said that they were booked, which Ken knew for a fact from Omi that they weren’t. Thus, he had had to fork over a hefty sum just to get a room and not be accused of loitering and attracting unwanted attention. He had ended up paying around 571,000¥ out of his own pocket for a night that he wasn’t even going to spend in the room. When they saw how much money he was ready to fork over, suddenly, there had been so many rooms open, he could have given a room to each of the guys and enough partners for Yohji to have fun with one every hour. He had even had people hanging on to his every word in hopes that they would get good tips from the big spender.

So much for not attracting attention. I’m like a celebrity all over again. Though, it was nice having people admire me again. Too bad it was all fake.

After his part had been completed, he had retreated back to the Koneko, leaving Yohji and Aya to ask around for further details, as well as scope out the hotel grounds personally and form a better plan. Which had led to more problems. Yohji had almost been arrested because he had miscalculated the time of the guard changing and one of the guards had caught him. The only reason he hadn’t been was because he had managed to somehow talk his way out of it. But that had shown the hotel how lax their security was, making them up the security and the members of Weiss to rethink their plan of attack.

Finally, after almost a week of preparation, they had figured out the best way to carry out the mission. Aya and Ken would infiltrate and take out Takeshi, while Omi and Yohji would make sure that no one else would interrupt or try to stop them. It would be hard, considering that they were in a hotel but, Takeshi, being the egotistical rich man that he was, had booked himself an entire floor, which gave the two at least a few minutes to off the target before anyone was the wiser. If they could pull it off.

Goddammit, but I hate everything that has the tendency and ability to break.

The four members of Weiss had been forced to walk to the building because Yohji‘s tires had been low, and he didn’t have two spares, or a pump used specifically for that, so they hadn’t been able to fix both. Then, while getting ready, Aya’s car overheated, which left them only one option. But none of them wanted to even think of riding with Ken, seeing as how his driving was that of a demon. As Yohji had so eloquently put it, “I can think of something much more pleasurable to die from than a heart attack on the way to a bloody mission.”

So, they had all opted to just walk, forcing Ken to walk as well, with the excuse that the guards would become suspicious of a lone motorcycle so close to the hotel. Nothing he argued seemed to sway his comrades, so he had walked with them.

Now, here Aya and him were, crouching just outside of the target’s room. Through their com links, he knew that Yohji and Omi were in position already and had already silenced one guard. He had to blink to see Aya, and as he did, he saw his partner move his hand in the silent signal to go forward. Ken positioned himself on the other side of the door and waited for the signal. When it came, he opened the door as quietly as he could and moved in, Aya right behind him. His eyes, already adjusted to the darkness, couldn’t pick out any movement or figures in the shadows, but Aya could. With the swiftness that he was known for, Abyssinian found the target and, before the man knew what was happening, pierced his stomach with his katana. Blood soaked the sheets as the man’s eyes opened, then the light was pulled from them as death claimed him.

Positive that the target was, indeed, dead, They crept back out of the room, heading to the nearest exit. Ken closed the door behind him, for safety measures, in case someone decided to check on the dead Takeshi. As the door closed, a voice rang out in the near silent hallway.

“Well, well, look what we have here. The kittens seem to have killed our little friend, Takeshi.”

Both Ken and Aya covered their eyes as the hallways light came on, blinding them momentarily. When they could see again, both involuntarily took a step back and readied their weapons. Nagi and Schuldig stood there, one leaning against the wall, the other with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

“Now, now, kittens. It’s not nice to kill people, or to just attack them without having a reason,” Schuldig said, taking a step towards them. Nagi pushed himself off the wall and mimicked the redhead.

“Schuldig, don’t play with them,” he said, exasperation tainting his voice.

Schuldig pouted and looked back at his companion. “Aw, but it’s so fun.” He tsk-ed and turned towards Ken. “Nah uh, kitten. Don’t even think of calling your friends. I think Brad and Farf have already found them, so I doubt they could help you, anyways.”

Ken’s eyes widened. For a moment, he had forgotten about Mastermind’s ability. But he chose to ignore the redhead’s statement and instead opened his mouth to speak. Yohji’s voice cut him off.

“Siberian, Abyssinian! We’re under attack! Bombay is dealing with Berserker and I’m stuck trying beat the hell outta Crawford! Get the hell outta there before the other two find you!”

Too late for that, Yohji.

“Yes, it is too late, isn’t it, Siberian?” Schuldig’s voice voiced his thoughts, causing the brunette to growl.

Stay the fuck out of my brain, asshole.

/It’s such an entertaining place, though. Besides, then I wouldn’t be able to learn certain fun things about you./

Fucking bastard. I’ll kill you for this.

/Try./

Enraged, Ken rushed at Mastermind, clenching his fists to release the blades of his bagh nakhs. His arm lifted, his spiked fist aimed at the redhead’s chest. In his mind’s eye, he saw blood stain his blades even as, in reality, they missed, the telepath having dodged his attack as easily as if it were in slow motion. Ken stumbled a bit before he regained his balance, but he was immediately on the attack again, swinging wildly as his anger and frustration at not being able to get a hit on the telepath once.

Schuldig laughed as his prey continued to make such careless mistakes. Nagi had taken on the Weiss leader, but the too-serious Aya was no match for the young telekinetic. Every time he would skillfully go in to make a strike, his movements and attacks much more precise and made with a clearer head than his partner, Nagi would send it back, or disappear entirely, only to reappear behind him. Schuldig could tell that his comrade was getting annoyed with Aya’s persistence, but he didn’t care.

He turned his attention back to said prey. His prey was so much more fun than that machine that Nagi was fighting. There was more passion, more anger, more emotions, period. Siberian’s thoughts were rampant, but at the same time, focused. He was pissed at Schuldig for obvious reasons, but it was his passion and wants that Schuldig ate up. He wanted to finish the mission and prove to the others that he wasn’t just there. But, as he dug further, Ken’s darker thoughts became clearer. Schu’s eyes widened and he almost didn’t dodge fast enough to avoid the deadly weapon aimed at his throat. By the time he had regained his focus, the brief image that he had caught a glimpse of in the younger assassin’s mind was lost and he couldn’t find it, no matter how much he looked. But he had also forced himself to pay more attention, as Ken’s attacks were becoming more accurate and dangerous the more he fought.

That thing I saw. It was his desire. So he isn’t as pure as I would have thought. And to think. I had always thought him a simpleton who could do nothing but follow orders. This one could be better than I’d first thought. It certainly piques my interest and…other things as well.

He focused his attention on Ken, mirth clinging to his eyes. His dodging became motivated, a plan forming in his mind. From his probing, he knew Ken didn’t notice that he was being gradually led into another room. Nagi noticed, however, and questioned his partner.

::What the hell are you doing, Schuldig?::

/Having a little fun. Don’t worry, chibi./

::Don’t do anything rash, Schuldig. You know what Crawford said. We’re just supposed to detain them for a few minutes, not kill them::

/Ah, but I have no intention of killing Siberian. No intention like that at all./

A mental sigh. Nagi threw his opponent into a wall, then almost growled when the stupid assassin got back up, albeit slowly. He had half an ear to Schuldig’s antics, but he had problems of his own. Like this bloody mosquito that just wouldn’t quit and leave him the hell alone_. ::Why me?::_

/Because you just don’t know how to have fun./ was Schuldig’s reply.

Nagi sent him a mental image of the redhead bouncing up and down over wooden and metal spikes, causing said redhead to grin sadistically and send him an image of his own, this one much more crude and perverted. An image involving Nagi and his current love interest in a very compromising situation. Nagi sputtered, receiving a slash on the arm for it. He threw Aya back again, then turned on Schuldig.

::You bastard! What the hell was that for?::

/All fun and games, my dear Nagi. And it was so fun to see your reaction to it. And your shock, oh your shock tasted fantastic./

Nagi locked his mind from the telepath and turned back to his battle. Schuldig, meanwhile, continued his herding even as he had to avoid another blade headed for his chest area. When they were finally in the room, he managed to close the door, but Ken didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to hit his opponent to notice such trivial things.

Ken was pissed. More than pissed. Not only had he not landed a single attack on his enemy, but Schuldig hadn’t even attempted to attack him once. All he had been doing was dodging his attacks, nothing more.

“Stop dodging. Attack me, you bastard! Don’t just act like I’m not worth your time!”

Green eyes flashed and Schuldig was next to him, his hands on the brunette’s shoulders, his mouth near his ear. “Oh, but after what I saw in that seemingly empty mind of yours, you are quite worth my time. So, just for you, kitty, I’ll give you what I’ve got.”

Ken tensed and swung his fists at his opponent, all the while yelling, “I told you to stay out of my fucking head, you bastard!”

Schuldig didn’t back up fast enough this time because of his close proximity, and ended up having his shirt ripped, looking as if a tiger had taken a swipe at him. Four jagged rips in his shirt met his eyes when he looked down, making him frown. His carelessness had almost cost him. He smiled. But he’s getting better. He could never have done that with his old speed. His grin returned when he looked back at Ken.

“Come at me, Siberian kitten.” he taunted.

Resisting the urge to howl in rage, the assassin charged him, fists raised. Before he could get to his quarry, however, Mastermind had jumped and disappeared briefly. Ken hastily turned to confront his opponent, where he thought he would appear. A solid kick to his side knocked him breathless, telling him that Schuldig was to his left instead. He whirled on him, but again, his prey wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Body tense, claws ready, Ken waited. When Schuldig appeared again, it was to his right. Ken had no chance to guard, much less attack as the redhead’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. He rubbed the bruising area and scanned the area. Again there was no one to be seen.

“Come out and fight me like a real man, Mastermind!”

/But that wouldn’t be any fun at all. Besides, aren’t we/ “both assassins and trained in the art of secrecy and surprise?” his voice came from directly behind him, startling him into swinging wildly to get the voice away from him. The laugh he heard was distant, telling him that his enemy was n longer near him.

This continued, with Schuldig attacking at every little chance he saw a hole in Ken’s defenses. He got a few hits in, managing to cut the telepath’s arm almost completely open with one attack, as well as connecting a drop kick to his opponent when he had stumbled in an attack meant to cripple the younger man. After what seemed like forever, but was in fact only a few minutes, Ken dropped to one knee, exhausted and with cuts along his arms. A small gash in his abdomen was slowing him down and he held it gingerly. Schuldig appeared a few feet in front of him, holding his arm. Both were panting heavily, but they both knew that Ken was on his last leg, literally. He couldn’t get up to fight, and Schuldig knew it, having read his mind already.

“Are you ready to give up, little kitty?” he asked, his voice sickeningly sweet.

Ken spit out blood, then had to stop himself from coughing up even more. His actions caused his enemy to laugh, which made him growl. “Never. I won’t ever surrender to you, or any other Schwarz member.” He tired to stand, but stumbled and almost collapsed, having to use his arm to support most of his weight.

Schuldig walked closer to him, the laughter and mirth in his eyes matching that of the smirk he was wearing. When his feet were almost touching Ken’s knee, he lowered himself into a crouch and leaned in close. Ken moved back, putting some distance between them, slightly unnerved by his closeness.

“Well now, kitten. You say you won’t submit? Does that mean you won’t lose? Because I can’t help but think that you’ve lost, seeing as how you’re on the ground not and I’m not. Isn’t that strange?” He chuckled.

“I won’t give in to you. Ever.”

“Oh really? Let’s see how far your resolve goes.” That said, Schuldig leaned forward and grabbed his head, dragging him into a rough kiss.

Shocked, Ken did nothing for the first few seconds of the kiss. Then, as he came out of it, he raised his hands to push him away, but only succeeded in pulling them closer since he fell forward without the aide of his arms. The redhead pulled him closer, running his tongue over Ken’s lips, but the brunette kept his mouth tightly shut. He refused to be pulled into Schuldig’s little ploy, whatever that ploy was. Only slightly deterred, the Schwarz member bit his lip, causing him to gasp and giving him enough time to slip his tongue into his mouth. He explored the brunette’s mouth, all the while running his hands up and down his neck, massaging it.

Ken couldn’t get away. He couldn’t move because of his injuries, yet the longer he stayed in that position, the less he thought he wanted to get loose. Schuldig’s movements were soothing, and the kiss wasn’t as bad as he’d first thought. It felt…good, actually. He relaxed into the kiss, but didn’t kiss back, since he didn’t know how the redhead would take it. But he enjoyed it, nonetheless. But he would never tell Schuldig that.

/You don’t have to, dear Siberian. I already know./

‘Dammit! Get the fuck out of my head!’

Schuldig released Ken and pulled back. Without his crutch or Schuldig to hold him up, the brunette collapsed, barely able to raise himself up to face his enemy. With his free hand, he touched his bruised lips, then dropped them and stared at the cause of his confusion.

“What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

A chuckle and a wide smirk was his only answer. Schuldig turned and began walking away.

He hasn’t yet completely submitted to me. He wouldn’t tell me what he wants. Guess I’ll just have to make him.

“Your comrades are coming, Siberian. I’ll see you around.”

Ken tried unsuccessfully to raise himself up again. He collapsed once more and just glared at the redhead’s retreating back. “Get back here, Schuldig! Answer me!”

“Don’t worry, my dear kitten. You’ll find out soon enough. I’ll come back to collect later.” With a wave of his hand, he was gone, leaving Ken lying on the floor.

As the telepath disappeared behind one of the three doors in the room, Aya burst through the other one, leaning heavily on the door. The redhead’s eyes widened as he took in the half-conscious figure sprawled on the floor. Racing towards him and throwing himself to his knees beside him, Aya turned Ken to face him, and then held back a sigh of relief when the brunette’s eyes focused on him.

“Ken! We have to get out of here. Can you stand?”

A weak shake of his head was his only reply right before a enraged bellow came from his fallen comrade, causing the usually calm leader to jump and almost drop him. When the long, drawn-out howl ended, Aya had to tighten his grip on Ken as the brunette collapsed is his arms, unconscious.

“Ken? Ken!” The younger assassin didn’t hear anything as conscious thought receded and everything went black.

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Ken blinked himself awake, then groaned. It had been almost a week since the battle with Schuldig that had ended with Ken having multiple bruises, as well as thoughts and questions running through his head. Now, his wounds were basically healed, and he just kept himself bandaged to prevent infection in the few of his open wounds that were taking longer than normal to heal.

That would just plain suck if I’ve managed to survive this long to die because I was negligent in taking care of myself. Talk about irony.

Even after the week, Schuldig’s words and actions still bothered him. He couldn’t think about what had prompted the redhead’s kiss, nor his last words.

Shaking his head to clear his head, he stood and walked to where he kept his bandages, having learned early off that keeping them in the kitchen or basement had resulted in one of the others waking up and yelling at him to get to sleep. Picking up the bandage, he unwrapped his abdomen and re-applied the bandages where they were needed. He no longer wore a shirt to bed, finding it too much trouble to take off and put back on in the middle of the night. When he was done, he lay back in bed, but couldn’t sleep. Schuldig’s words came back to him.

“I’ll come back to collect my debt.” What the hell does that mean?

He unconsciously touched his lips. The feel of the Schwarz member’s lips on his was still there, not having faded once since.

Damn him. Probably said that to keep me worked up. And dammit if it’s not working. Stupid Ken for believing him.

Silently berating himself, Ken rolled on his side, then on his stomach, his other side, then finally rested on his back in his original position. His hands behind his head, he watched the ceiling uninterestedly. Eventually, the lack of movement and activity resulted in his eyes closing. After a few more minutes, sleep took over him and cast him into his own world.

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Ken was pulled from his light sleep by a feeling that something was in his room. Sure that it was probably Yohji trying to play a prank on him, he rolled to get out of the bed. Well, he would have rolled out of his bed, if something wasn’t stopping him. His eyes snapped open and he became fully awake as he realized this. He tried to buck whoever or whatever it was off of him, hoping to catch them by surprise, but when he tried, the weight on him stayed and didn’t even seem fazed by his movements. Instead, it chuckled softly.

“That won’t work at all, kitten,” the voice said.

Ken froze immediately as he recognized the voice. He squinted up at the object on his waist. “Schuldig?” When his eyes adjusted properly to the darkness, he saw that Schuldig was straddling his hips, his hands resting on his waist. Siberian tried to buck once more, but it still did nothing. Schuldig smiled into the dark.

/Remember, I can read your thoughts before you do anything./

Get the hell outta my mind, Mastermind. We’ve been through this. And while we’re at it, why the fuck are you here?!

/I told you, kitten./

“What the hell are you talking about? Collect what?” Ken asked, his voice raising involuntarily.

Schuldig put his hand over his mouth too keep him from saying anything else and leaned close. Hs mouth was just above Ken’s covered one, and Ken could make out the color of his enemy’s eyes. Green emeralds gazed at him, mirth in their depths. Ken moved his head to dislodge the obtrusive hand. Schuldig shook his head.

“Promise me you will not call for help, and I’ll let you go. And remember, I will be able to tell if you plan to. Don’t make me gag you, my dear little kitten.”

Ken thought about it, weighing his choices. Finally, he nodded, seeing no other choice. Schuldig smiled and nodded. “I knew you’d agree with me.” He lifted his hand. “Now isn’t that better?”

“What the hell are you doing here, Mastermind?” Ken hissed.

Schuldig leaned forward again. “Like I said, I’m here to collect.”

“Collect what?”

Another small laugh. “My prize.”

“Prize? What prize?” he asked dumbly.

His enemy shook his head. “You aren’t very awake right now, are you, kitten? Let me help you.”

Without warning, he ground his hips, rubbing against Ken’s groin, making the assassin gasp, then groan. Ken shuddered, then raised his hands to stop him from doing it again.

“Fuck! Stop it, Mastermind. Answer my goddamn question and stop fucking with me.”

He stopped and leaned forward again. “I meant the prize I get for beating you last week. I‘ve come to collect.”

Ken didn’t speak. He was actually afraid to ask how the redhead planned to “collect” his prize. But, he knew he would have to eventually. He resigned himself, and opened his mouth.

“You want to know how I’m going to collect, don’t you? Well, you know, there’s a reason I decided to come here, in your bed. And remember, what happened the last time we met?”

Aqua eyes widened as the realization struck him and he frantically moved, trying to get up and away from the man on top of him. Nothing happened. Schuldig’s smile widened and he leaned forward, until his lips were mere millimeters from Ken’s. The brunette tried to back further into the bed, but the mattress wouldn’t give. He gulped, hoping that what he was thinking was just his imagination and not true.

“Oh, but it is.” Before Ken could protest, Schuldig had claimed his lips in a bruising kiss.

Ken’s mouth opened as he gasped, which only succeeded in giving Schuldig an opening, which he didn’t waste. His tongue slipped between his lips, exploring the inside. Ken groaned in protest and raised his hands to push the man away.

I know you can hear me, Schuldig. Get the hell off of me. You bastard! There is more than one thing wrong with this, least of all that we’re both guys!

/Oh, but you didn’t seem to mind that before, and if I’m reading your actions correctly, now is no different./

What?

/I knew you’d like it, kitten./

No. I can’t like this. It’s wrong. We’re enemies…

/Just give in. Your body already has./

Ken struggled weakly against something he knew was already a lost cause. He couldn’t let himself give up, especially not in this form. But…it was so hard not to. The kiss felt so wonderful, and the things that the redhead’s hands were doing was almost magic.

He paused. Then he became fully aware of what Schuldig’s hands were doing. One had managed to pull the blanket down to his waist, while the other was already traveling over his chest. It stopped at his nipple, playing with it. His fingers rolled over the nub, causing it to become stiff. The hand that was handling the blanket left its post to play with his other nipple. These actions caused Ken to moan, his arousal growing.

Fuck, Schuldig! Stop!

Schuldig pulled his mouth from his and looked at him. “I’m not done with you yet, though, my little kitten.” When Ken tried to push him away once more, he stopped playing with his nipples and grabbed the offending arms, pulling them above his head. His mouth now free and his way unobstructed, Schuldig moved his mouth over his neck, kissing the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Torn between calling for help and moaning in pleasure, Ken couldn’t help but move his head to the side to give him better access. Schuldig obliged him by alternating between nipping, licking, and kissing the abused flesh.

Ken groaned, his arms struggling to get free from their hold. Schuldig didn’t let him go, but his mouth traveled down, pausing at his abandoned nubs to give them a hard suck and lick before moving on. This elicited a gasp from Ken as the younger man arched his back, pushing his chest closer to the cause of the odd feeling filling him. Schuldig chuckled, but stopped and traveled downward once more, licking and biting his way to the brunette’s chest and stomach, pausing briefly to dab his tongue into his belly button, until his progress was stopped by the blanket and the waistband of Ken’s dark blue boxers.

He looked up at Ken and, seeing the desire in his eyes, he hooked his thumbs on the waistband and pulled down. They came easily enough, though Ken did try to stop their progress by not lifting his hips, a problem which Schuldig seemed to find amusing as he just lifted the younger man to help him along.

“Don’t fight this, kitten. It will only take away the pleasure that your body wants to feel.”

Ken tried to reject his statement, but knew that, deep down, he was right. “Damn you, Schuldig!” he ground out harshly as his boxers rubbed against his already sensitive organ.

Schuldig grinned and lowered his mouth to his erect cock. He took only the tip inside his mouth and ran his teeth along the edge. His tongue lapped at the tip as he sucked on him lightly. Ken felt his warm breath over the head before feeling his moist tongue lap over him, making him get harder as he unconsciously slid more into his enemy’s mouth. He groaned at the feeling, knowing that by doing so, he was surrendering partly, but he almost didn’t care. When Schuldig sucked on his cock once more, harder this time, he thrust his hips forward in an attempt to get more of himself inside of the warm cavern.

Schuldig pulled back some, feeling him try to push into his mouth. He kept only the head in his mouth, knowing it would drive him insane with desire and want. He sucked on him for a few seconds, then pulled back, looking up at Ken’s drawn face. The brunette’s eyes were closed tight with restraint. His cock twitched slightly when Schuldig blew on it and he hissed.

Schuldig! Stop it…I…I’ll do anything you want…Just…stop now…

Schuldig raised his head completely off of him, his smile feral and predatory. “Anything, Kitten? Very well. No more tormenting.”

Ken tried to release his hands as the redhead ground his hips against his once more. This time, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips, nor the upward thrust of his hips, trying to increase the friction between their two bodies. Schuldig laughed heartily at this. Next, he leaned back down to Ken’s arousal. The brunette shook his head.

“You said you wouldn’t!” he whispered.

“It’s no longer tormenting, Kenken. Now, it’s just to pleasure you.” With that, he descended on his cock, taking it fully in his mouth. Ken bucked wildly as he was taken completely in. Schuldig sucked and nipped at his flesh, reveling in the reaction of the brunette.

Ken couldn’t stand the feelings he was receiving from this torment that he was being put through. He was getting closer to releasing, but he didn’t want to. He couldn’t…his resolve was cracking. For every suck that he was subjected to, his desire grew and the urge to give in did as well.

Schuldig loved the feeling of his prey’s mind. It was so twisted and scrambled. So torn. It tasted delicious. After a few minutes of his ministrations, Ken’s constant moans became howls, which he had to stop with a gag so as not to awaken the other Weiss members. Unable to call out, Ken screamed and hollered in his head, knowing that the telepath would pick up on it. His thoughts were…fun, at best. Most included him yelling at Schuldig, then telling him to stop, then demanding him not to stop, then, finally, begging him to stop and continue at the same time.

When he was sure that the younger man was about to release, he stopped, lifting his head abruptly. Ken groaned in disappointment, but didn’t immediately realize that his hands had been released and that Schuldig had stood up. The redhead took this opportunity and undressed himself, keeping his eyes on the desire-filled brunette sprawled on the bed. When he was nude, he straddled Ken’s legs, bringing the brunette back to reality.

Ken felt Schuldig’s bare skin against his own and his desire was temporarily dampened. His hands, which he just realized were free, pushed at his enemy’s chest even as his hips moved to grind against the redhead’s groin.

Smiling, Schuldig put his hands on his hips, his knee pushing Ken’s legs apart to give him room. He reached down and played with the brunette’s balls, distracting him enough to be able to lift his hips and position himself at his entrance. He placed his finger at Ken’s mouth, laughing silently when the younger ma took the digit in his mouth immediately, sucking on it without being told to. Schuldig pulled his finger back when he felt it was well lubricated. He put the digit at Ken’s entrance, then pushed in deeply. Ken tried to move away from the intruding finger, but Schuldig kept a hand firmly on his hip to keep him from getting away. When his entrance relaxed slightly, he inserted another finger, scissoring the inside of him. Ken gasped at the intrusion and again, unsuccessfully tried to get away.

“Don’t wriggle so much, my kitten. It will make it easier.”

Unable to talk at all, Ken just growled. Schuldig continued to try to prepare him, as well as trying to kep his mind off of the fingers inside of him by pumping his cock lightly. The redhead was finally satisfied with his opening and pulled his fingers out. He could feel the disappointment Ken felt as he did so.

“Don’t worry, my pet. That void will soon be refilled.”

He repositioned his arousal at the younger man’s entrance and pushed in slowly, carefully. Ken tried to buck, anything to get away. The pain was searing as Schuldig’s cock slid into him. By the time he had managed to slide his entire length into him, silent tears were running down Ken’s face. Ashamed of his weakness, the brunette turned his face away.

Seeing this, and feeling his pain, Schuldig didn’t move, allowing him to adjust to his size. He reached up and wiped at a stray tear, his smile never leaving his face.

“It’ll do you no good to cry, kitten. There’s nothing you can do now, but enjoy it. Just relax and you will feel better. I promise. Just give in.”

Ken didn’t respond, but, knowing that the redhead was right, he forced himself to relax. A few minutes later, Schuldig finally moved again. By this time, the pain had dulled. Schuldig pulled almost all the way out, them pushed back in hard and fast. He kept up the pace, moving in and out. Ken bit his lip to keep himself from crying out, not wanting to have to be gagged again.

Schuldig pounded into him, them grabbed the brunette’s cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He held Ken’s hip with one hand, using it to push in and out with. Soon, combined with the redhead’s thrusts and pumping, Ken’s desire began to escalate once more, this time towards the ultimate goal, his release.

Ken panted with each thrust, and began moving with his enemy’s thrusts, raising his hips to meet both the thrusts as well as the rhythmic pumping.

Out and in. Out, then in. With each push, their desire grew to new heights. The thrusts became more erratic, faster, harder. Ken’s attempts at silence were shot to hell when Schuldig managed to hit that one spot that brought his desire to its close. Unable to take anymore, Ken came with a strangled cry, digging his fingers into Schuldig’s shoulder.

Schuldig smiled in triumph when he came, having heard the brunette scream his name in his mind, the name dragged out for the entirety of his release. Semen splashed on their stomachs, coating them with it. A few thrusts later, the redhead came as well, muffling his curses in Ken’s shoulder. His fluids filled the brunette as he continued pumping into him.

They lay there, panting, Schuldig still inside of him. Using what strength he had left, the redhead pulled out of him and stood up. Ken admired his form from his place on the bed, only sitting up when he saw him begin to don his clothes that had formed a small pile near his own.

“Leaving already? Not even going to bother to taunt me again?”

Schuldig smiled, then chuckled after a few seconds of silence. “If you wanted it so badly, Kenken, all you had to do was ask.”

A snort. “Don’t mess with me, Schuldig. And you still never answered me. Why the hell did this happen? What kind of game are you playing?”

The redhead sniggered and didn’t answer. Instead, he walked back to the bed and planted his lips on Ken’s roughly. The brunette sank into the kiss immediately, moving his hands up to place his hand on Schuldig’s chest. The redhead cradled his face in his hands. They stayed like this for a few moments before Schuldig released him and began putting on his clothes. Ken, dazed, didn’t even notice. His eyes had glazed over and he wasn’t thinking straight. By the time his mind had returned to normal, Schuldig was already at the window that Ken hadn’t noticed was open.

“We’ll have to do this another time, little kitten.”

Ken opened his mouth to call out to him, to get him to come back and explain himself, but Schuldig was gone.

Hours later, Ken was still awake. He heard Aya get up first, being the early riser that he was, then Omi next. Finally, when Ken finally decided to get up and get dressed, he heard Yohji’s loud banging as the blonde staggered to the kitchen. The brunette dragged himself down to the kitchen for his morning coffee fix.

His mind was clouded with thoughts of the night before. The only thing that kept him from believing that it was all a dream was a soreness and his still bruised lips. No one said a word if they noticed anything. Tact was what they lived on. None of them would say anything until he did. And he never would.

He finished breakfast, still in a daze. As soon as he closed the door of his room, he collapsed on the bed and groaned, smelling the sex all over the bed. He could pick out Schuldig’s scent apart from his own, and he inhaled it like a drowning man would oxygen.

I’ll find out why you did what you did, Schuldig. I will.