Tangle

Warning: It\'s rated hard R for humiliation, multilation (piercings), NC but you have to squint, sex, and language. The pairings are Schuldig/Aya.

The story takes place after Schwarz has Aya-chan. Aya was given an invitation to see his sister while in their care under the terms that he give something in return. It is a test of his devotion.

(Schuldig\'s telepathic thoughts are indicated with **.)

Tangle 1/?

Aya stood before them, hands at his sides clenched into tight fists and his shoulders squared and tense. He licked his lips, a nervous habit, but he didn’t dare unlock his gaze from the three men in the room, staring at him like a piece of meat. Prodigy was nowhere to be seen. The silence in the room was disconcerting and he knew Mastermind was reading his thoughts. He felt the little prickle of energy within his mind and his eyelashes fluttered from the cause of it. Defiantly, he glared at the telepath with a small warning to get the fuck out of his head. That wasn’t a part of the agreement.

**Then what is, Katzchen?**

“Stay the fuck out,” Aya said and stared at the German dangerously, though he knew he didn’t have level ground in Schwarz’s territory.

Schuldig pressed a little further just for spite, a lewd grin playing on his thin lips.

**And how will you stop me?**

Aya tightened his fists harder and his short nails made work of gouging half-moons into his palms. The sharp sting forced the redhead to focus on keeping the barriers around his mind sealed tight, causing the German to run into a solid wall. Aya could have sworn he heard the smack of Schuldig’s face hitting the invisible wall, but all he saw was a small flicker of annoyance flash in the telepath’s green eyes.

Turning to Crawford, Aya said, “I agreed I would do anything under the terms that you keep him out of my head.”

A small upturn of the American’s lip revealed he was amused. He leaned back against the cushions of the sofa, one leg propped over the other knee and his arms draped across the back. “Fine words for someone who doesn’t have much based on terms.”

Schuldig and Farfarello were on either side of their leader, each one propped on an arm of the sofa, like a pair of sleek and hauntingly beautiful panthers waiting to pounce on their prey. Berserk was twisting one of his many blades around, allowing the light from the setting sun to glint off the edge of the metal causing light to dance upon the walls. Many times it blinded Aya’s vision as it swirled and turned, hitting one corner of the room then the next. The German just stared as though he was waiting, the grin still in place.

“What are my options?” Aya asked.

“You have no options,” Oracle said flippantly. “Other than the desire to back out if you wish.”

“No-“ Aya swallowed hard. “I want to see my sister.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Aya raised his chin and set his jaw. “Where’s Prodigy?”

A soft chortle from Farfarello was the only answer he was given. It caused the apprehension in the redhead to rise until his eyes started to sting. He didn’t like the idea of not knowing where the fourth member of Schwarz was hiding. He felt a nervous tension creep up his spine before he realized it was the invisible touch of the kid’s telekinesis along his back. Every muscle in his body sprung like a taut cord and he stepped away from Schwarz as though he’d been burned.

“You promised…”

“We didn’t promise anything to you, Abyssinian,” the American replied.

“Then how do I know you will let me see my sister after I’ve done what you ask?”

“It lies upon your faith in knowing we have no reason not to let you see your sister,” Crawford said.

**You just give us something in return for our kindness.**

Aya snapped his head toward Schuldig and glared.

The German raised his hands in a harmless gesture, mocking Aya further with his taunts. “Oops.”

Suddenly the telepath lowered his arms and looked at Crawford quizzically. He shook his head once and crossed his arms over his chest, obviously told to leave Aya alone. There was a small bit of triumph in that revelation, but Aya was smart enough not to show it.

“Take off your clothes,” Crawford said.

Aya’s heart plummeted at the demand and he stared at the three men in dumbfounded silence. He didn’t like this – not where it was going. If he wanted to see his sister, though he had to do what they wanted of him in exchange. It was a small price to pay – he tried to convince himself; anything for his sister. Anything.

“Abyssinian, do it,” Oracle ordered again.

Aya blinked hard, staring at the American. Perhaps he waited for some absolution that he would change his mind, but he didn’t. There was almost an expectant look on the older man’s face, telling Aya to choose quickly before the invitation given to him vanished.

Slowly, reluctantly, he did as he was told; his body tense. The leather coat dropped to the ground pooling around his feet while he slipped the black t-shirt over his head. The rest of his clothes followed until he stood naked before his enemies. All the while he told himself this was for his sister, for her safety and his love for her. He had to close his eyes as he repeated those words in his head. So focused was he that he didn’t notice Mastermind and Berserk circling him until he felt their presence at his back, fevered breath tickling down his bare skin and the sharp edge of a knife running a trail along his spine. It stopped just above the cleft of his ass.

Aya’s breath hitched and he jerked forward, out of their reach before he realized his defiance. A strong hand grasped his hair in a striking hold, pulling his head back at a painful angle, and causing him to stumble into Schuldig’s chest. He gasped loudly and his arms instinctively went up to ward off the hand in his hair, only for them to be restrained behind him. Metal shackles bit into the skin of his wrists, but the pain in his scalp dulled the feeling when he tried to fight them.

“I wonder what it will take to make you scream, Katzchen,” Mastermind said. His tongue struck out and licked a line across his jaw up to his ear, the lobe sinking between teeth. The telepath bit down hard, drawing blood and a sharp intake of breath from his captive.

**Scream for me.**

Aya hissed and jerked his face away from Schuldig’s touch. His streak of bravado was rewarded with Berserk’s spike digging into his right shoulder – his sword arm – threatening to run it through by the touch of a button on the other end.

“God will cry tonight.”

Everything turned into a blur as Aya was dragged out of the common area into a different room at the end of a long corridor. The walls were polished marble with large columns supporting the ceiling. It was sparse of any furniture save for a chair bolted into the floor in the middle of the room and two tables behind it. There were no white cloths covering the items on the tables – in plain sight and Aya felt his stomach clench at the different assortment of torture devices: Knives, needles and numerous rings and skewers were just a few off the list. Aya felt the bile rise and his vision started to spin dangerously out of control.

**Don’t worry. You won’t die tonight. It’s just a little something to make you look presentable before we go out.**

Aya choked, “Out?”

“It would be a waste if we didn’t show off our masterpiece.”

“You’re insane.”

Farfarello hummed lightly to a tune Aya didn’t recognize as he was pushed down onto the metal chair. His hands were pinned behind him still, the manacles around his wrists secured to a sturdy iron rod attached to the chair for that sole purpose. Schuldig kneeled in front of Aya, his eyes roaming over the assassin’s upper chest and stomach before they conveniently rested on his flaccid cock. The telepath smiled sweetly and licked his upper lip in lustful anticipation.

“Quite an advantage,” he commented flippantly as he snapped another pair of cuffs around Aya’s ankles. Schuldig straightened but remained between his parted legs, appraising Aya approvingly. He patted the redhead’s thigh in a mocking gesture of comfort. “They’re just for precautionary. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Aya wanted to spit in his face. He flexed his hands in the cuffs, testing their strength. Metal clanked against metal, causing a chill to clench Aya’s stomach in knots. He couldn’t hide from himself that he was afraid – of what they had planned and what they were going to force him to do afterward. So many scenarios danced around his head and he didn’t like any of them.

His fear suddenly escalated as his vision was shrouded in darkness, the blindfold tied effectively behind his head. Every which way he turned he saw black and he couldn’t stop his breath from quickening with the result of his panic.

“It’s a surprise,” Berserk said in an elated tone, “Must make you pretty.”

Aya jerked against his bonds and his muscles began to spasm with the first cut – or was it a prick of a needle? He wasn’t sure. It hurt and stung with the next few, but soon the pain dulled and he only hissed a shuddering breath with the last. It felt like hours had passed with continuous pricks and pokes into his skin, all over his body. He felt like a goddamned pin cushion and he was afraid to see after the blindfold came off – of what he would find marring his body.

**Beautiful.**

The word was like a faint brush of air, tickling Aya’s mind very gently. He licked his dry lips when nimble fingers grasped the cloth over his eyes.

“Now, don’t peek. You’ll ruin the fun.”

Aya blinked against the brilliant stab of light and before he was able to see his body, his head was pulled back by the hold on his hair and he was forced to stare at the ceiling until he shut his eyes tight. Unwanted tears clotted his lashes when another needle threaded through the skin just above his eyebrows in the center. Then he was told to stand when he was released from the manacles. Schuldig guided him to bend over the chair, his hands bracing his weight on the back of it. Another round of needles pushed through the skin on his back, causing Aya to tense his muscles and suck in short gasps through his clenched teeth.

It was all for his sister. Anything, he told himself. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

Once Farfarello finished piercing his back, makeup was applied to his face. Mascara, blush, lipstick and vibrant colors of eye shadow that made the shade of his irises stand out like twin indigo flames. His body had finally turned numb to it all – his mind pushing back the humiliation he was placing upon himself all for the sake of devotion and love. The next morning he would wake up and forget this night ever happened.

For her.

A bundle of clothes were thrust into his arms and Schuldig pointed in the direction of a door on the far end of the room – opposite the door they had entered through.

“Go change. Look and admire your body, Aya. You are beautiful.”

There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom. Aya set the clothes on the edge of the sink and stared at his reflection with an assortment of surprise and awe. Odd and intricate piercings covered his arms – large loops that gradually grew smaller as they descended with delicate chains threaded through the ends of the rings. Similar rings and chains were around his ankles, making a bracelet effect. The rings also made a trail on the tops of his feet, stopping an inch from his toes. His nipples were pierced along with his navel. A small chain dangled from that ring as well. Above his navel were many rows of horizontal staples that stopped just above his ribcage. They stretched and pulled the skin of his abs each time he breathed, but it didn’t hurt. Aya fingered the staples before he raised his eyes to admire the stud on his forehead. It was a chakra with a small ruby stone in the middle of it. His back was decorated with numerous rings all over – a sparkling sequin attached to each one.

There was a small part of him that had to admit the morbid array of artwork was beautiful. Then he buried that thought deep within his mind and methodically slipped on the clothes provided for him. The black leather pants were a size too small, riding low on his hips to where the pelvic bones were pronounced and the barest hint of hair below his navel showed. A long peplum was attached to the back of the pants made of black chiffon and linen with little jewels embedded in the fabric, creating a butterfly design in the middle. There were no shoes and Aya finally emerged from the bathroom barefoot – the rings in his ankles and arms jingling like little bells.

Berserk was nowhere to be seen, but Schuldig had made the metal chair a comfortable spot while he waited. He smiled with approval and motioned for Aya to step closer. The gold earring in his ear was replaced with a larger piece of jewelry – with the same chains used all over his body, in many different lengths, little ruby stones on the end of each link. A collar secured around his neck, the leash held firmly in Schuldig’s hand. A low growl surfaced from Aya’s lips and he shook his head sharply. He wasn’t going to be the telepath’s dog.

“No-“

Effectively, Aya was silenced when Schuldig captured his lips in a bruising kiss. It was almost brutal as the telepath crushed his mouth with a force borne out of wild need. Aya froze; too shocked to fight back even when he knew his strength was nothing compared to the other man’s. That shock soon escalated when his body responded to the lust and he melted into the German’s embrace, returning the kiss with as much need for release. Schuldig’s hand moved to cup Aya’s face, but immediately went to the back of his head and tangled in the thick locks at the nape of his neck. Aya angled his head, while the telepath’s made a countermove. The longer they kissed, the more ardent it became.

Aya pulled away first. Their lips parted, tongues touching. He felt lightheaded and his heartbeat was erratic, blood roaring in his ears. He licked the remnants of Schuldig from his mouth and stepped back. The German angled his head to the side, curious. A grin spread across his mouth.

“I will hurt you and humiliate you. You know that.”

Aya refused to look at Schuldig.

“Tell me, Aya.”

He refused to answer. The ring on his left nipple was tugged hard and Aya’s breath caught in his throat. He leveled his gaze on the telepath, dark pools of violet brimming with anger.

“You belong in a gilded cage, Kitten.”

“You belong in hell,” Aya supplied back.

Schuldig leaned forward, his lips touching Aya’s flushed skin as he whispered, “I’ll meet you there someday, my little Abyssinian.” He tugged on the piercing again and smiled against Aya’s cheek. “Come. Our limo waits.”

TBC...