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Unwanted Desire	By : mysticalsky Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CHAPTER 02: +RETURN+
Disclaimer: I do not own Omi, Takatori Mamoru, or any character in Weiss Kreuz. So DO NOT sue me, I have yet finished paying off my study debts…… sniff!

Warning: RATED NC-17 for anything that satisfies my raging hormones and lust on our cute little Bombay. Possible sex changes and pregnancy in future.

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The car sped across the expressway towards Koneko no Sumu Ie.

There was only one and only passenger in it. Fujimaya Aya. Or to be precise Fujimaya Ran. He had managed to find Yoji half buried under a pile of burning concrete and supported him to the meeting spot.

Four minutes passed and he knew something was terribly wrong. Omi was too late. Despite his worry for Omi, Ken accompanied the injured Yoji to a Kritiker-based hospital for his burnt wounds. Aya insisted to stay back to look for Omi. Three kilometers from the targeted building, he found pieces of broken trackers and transmitters littered on the soil.

Omi was abducted.

He knew he had no way to track Schwartz by himself.

He had never feel such panic before ever since the last time Schreient kidnapped his sister.

He knew he had fallen for the young blonde youth the first time they met in the florist shop since he joined the assassination team two years ago. He was not too concern on how attractive the boy looked. But the boy's kindness and warm character to everyone forced the cold red-haired assassinator to notice him. The more he put his attention to the youth, the more he felt attracted to the boy who despite younger had joined the team earlier than he was.

He had never known anyone could understand and show concern to him that much since his parents' death until he met Omi. Not willing to suffer any disappointment, he forced himself to react neutral to Omi's kindness and admired the boy from afar secretly.

"Any news of Bombay?" Manx's voice through the transmitter few minutes ago echoed in his mind.

"Found bits of his trackers and transmitter. Bombay is suspected abducted."

"Return to Koneko no Sumu Ie now." Manx responded.

Driving towards the florist shop known also as their mission headquarter, strange thoughts penetrated his mind.

What if Omi failed to come back alive?

He knew the cruelty of Schwartz. They would not let their target have an easy time under their scrutiny.

Ahead, dawn was breaking, sending sparks of sunlight from the horizon, and staining the dark sky red as blood.

*

Morning sunrays greeted blue eyes as they slowly opened and blinked to adjust to the intrusion. When he had fallen asleep he did not know. The previous night's incident returned again back to his mind.

Omi quickly sat up in the king sized bed. It was then he found himself dressed in a white shirt too large for his small body, yet managed to cover till below his groin. To his horror, he wore no other garments, his naked bottom directly touching the mattress.

Omi darted his eyes around frantically for his clothes and found them hanging over a chair next to the large window. He was about to crawl out of the bed when he heard a click from the door.

There were sounds of utensils hitting one another as the newcomer entered the room.

Omi shuddered in fear at the sight of Crawford as he pushed a trolley of breakfast into the room. Sub-consciously, he pulled the large blanket over his half naked body, hoping the taller man was not aroused by his presentation.

"Ah, awake already?"

"What do you want from me?" Omi tried to sound as ferocious as possible. Unfortunately, to Crawford, he only looked cuter.

Crawford felt he getting more aroused. Closing and locking the door behind him, he loosened his tie from his shirt and walked besides the bed.

Blue eyes filled with fear followed him and Omi tried to edge as far from the man as possible.

"Bombay, or shall I call you Mamoru-chan," Crawford breathed heatedly: "What makes you seduce me so much?" He reached a hand beneath the blanket and caught hold of Omi's shaft between his slender legs, deliberately massaged his soft balls gently.

Omi whimpered and his back arched at the intrusion. He reached his hands to pull the strong hand on him, other strong hand gripped his two waists and pinned them onto the bed above his head.

He felt the American's face hovered very close to his own and hot breath hit onto his neck.

"So beautiful… so vulnerable………" Crawford almost whispered, he breathed quickened: "I can't wait to own you…. Myself." Omi felt rough heatedly tongue reached the side of his neck and ran across his tender flesh. The fearful boy closed his eyes and grinded his teeth. He knew he would earn greater tortures if he tried to put up a resistance.

"Good, submit to me. I want to enjoy you long and hard."

Omi looked up to see the man in glasses removing his hand from his crotch to retrieve a long rope from his pocket and tied his waists to the bed end above his head. He felt the strong hand slipped down to fondle his rounded cheek. Crawford's eyes drew near, his nose almost touching Omi's.

"Aishiteru."

"You what?" Omi snapped angrily, trying to turn his face away from the American's.

A hand gripped Omi's chin rather harshly and the man pried the boy's lips with his and kissed savagely, consistently rubbing the boy's tongue, tasting the boy as thoroughly as possible.

"Hm….!" Omi struggled for breath with fear growing in his baby blues. Crawford deepened the kiss, his piercing eyes enjoying the clearness of the crystal blue eyes beneath him.

The boy was kicking his legs on the bed now. The smirk in Crawford's eyes grew wider. Using his free hand, he started to undo his shirt button and crawled onto the bed, throwing his body weight onto the frantic youth, his strong legs capturing the boy's in between with his lips still on the boy's.

He released his hold on the boy's mouth and attacked the boy's neck, sending rains of kisses and lickings on his fair skin, ignoring the boy's tears that started to form lines at the bottom brim of his eyes.

"So fragile, so tasteful, it's such a waste you are born an assassinator." Crawford moaned as he worked his mouth from the tender neck down the youthful body, undoing the boy's button, biting and licking where his mouth went until he reached the boy's naval.

Omi felt the man's upper body lifted from him; his legs still on him and opened his eyes. He saw the man's smirk grew.

He followed the man's gaze to see him looking into his eyes, his vision almost piercing into his mind.

Omi swallowed hard. 'What am I afraid of? My innocence has already been taken once, what more can he do to me?' But Crawford's eyes were surprisingly eerie, sending shivers down his spine.

The man reached down and kissed the boy's groin, earning another arch of back by the beautiful youth.

Crawford moved lower and parted the boy's thighs, caressing the soft flesh at the same time. He placed his mouth to the boy's crotch and teased the length up and down at tortuously slow strokes. Omi's breath thickened and panted, feeling ashamed of his body's reaction.

Crawford ran a finger across the tip; drawing drops of pre cum and tasted it slowly: "God, you taste heaven." His heat grew and he put his heated wet mouth over the boy's length, sucking, licking and nipping at it.

Omi's back arched more and his mouth opened in wordless cries. He knew he could not hold any longer. He felt sweat blurring his vision as his cum released in his enemy's mouth.

He felt his legs pulled over the older man's shoulder and pain pierced through his spine. He knew Crawford was thrusting into him again. But this time, he was wrong.

He felt Crawford leaning to his ears and licked his earlobe, whispering something he did not expect the man to say: "You are too beautiful for a boy. I want to show you magic. I will transform you from a boy into a blue-eyed fair maiden. Demo, it'll take weeks for its effect to complete."

Omi's mind became more sober and he jerked to see Crawford thrusting a syringe filled with pinkish clear liquid into the slit at the tip of his length. Wild light of insanity grew in the eyes of neat looking man as he emptied the unknown liquid into Omi's crotch. The boy's feet kicked frantically as the liquid rushed through his channel into his body and tears that had been rolling around his eyes finally flowed down his cheeks.

Omi wanted to scream, but daze swept through him and darkness claimed him.

*

"Aya-san, you're back!" Sakura exclaimed in joy outside the florist shop. Ken had sent news back that Yohji had to be hospitalized and he would be back at later hours to discuss how to find Omi.

Aya swept past her without giving her a look. He could not understand his feeling. Even though he was supposed to be dating Sakura (half encouraged by Omi), he had no deeper feeling for the girl. At least, he had no temptation to kiss or even think of having sex with her.

Maybe this was just Aya. He secretly hoped so. Sometimes, he was frustrated with himself, and even with Sakura. The girl was getting persistent as time passed and he began to doubt his plan to get his lust over Omi out of his mind by getting involved with Sakura.

"Aya-san, I have brought some…….." Sakura began.

"Gomen, I want to be alone for time being." Aya said coldly and went straight back to his room.

The first thing he wished was for Omi to return safe and sound and nothing else.

*

"Crawford, you've used that potion on Bombay?" Schuldig raised an eye at the smiling American.

"Why, I thought you were equally curious how the pretty boy looks as a girl."

"Yes, but I have not enjoyed his body as a boy's thoroughly." Schuldig frowned slightly, disapproving his team member's act that was carried out without his consent.

"You can try that again before he turns into a girl and after we get tired of his female form." Crawford said.

Suddenly, there was a crash of glass windows.

"Danmit! Has he waked up earlier than expected?" Schuldig growled and proceeded into Omi's room. A large hole from the glass panel met their eyes and chilly wind blew through the hole when they entered the room. Omi's mission coat, vest and shorts were missing from the chair and white shirt he wore earlier laid on the carpet floor.

"I'll go after the neko-chan." Farfarello's voice said behind them.

*

The first snow started to fall.

Aya was driving out of the florist shop again. He could not shake the uneasy feeling of seeing Omi's empty room even though it was only minutes past he reached home. Sakura had left, promising to visit him again a few days later that he accepted without a response.

The morning sky was darker than usual. The snow became heavier, drawing pressure from his windscreen before his car. Subconsciously, his car entered the deserted part of Tokyo.

Ahead, he thought he saw shadows dancing and some screams and sniggering amidst the falling snow.

His eyes widened. It was Omi's screams and the sniggering belonged to that of Farfarello!

*

A few moments after Crawford left the room, Omi regained his consciousness.

Trying his best to ignore his pain and dizziness, he discarded the shirt and put on his mission attire. With the remaining ounces of energy, he crashed the window with the chair and jumped made his way from the building, hiding himself in any dark corner he could find whenever the Schwartz's vision went.

He had to get out of the place quickly.

He was not going to be Crawford's pet. Never ever.

Snowflakes began to fall.

Shivering and struggling, Omi made his escape into a quiet lane.

"Where are you going, neko-chan? Come out and play with me! Or do you want hide and seek? Hey, kitty, kitty!" He heard Farfarello's insane tone and saw the frame of the tall white hair man at the other side of the street.

He held his breath and kept himself as hidden as possible. When the voice trailed away, he quietly made his way forward. Subconsciously, he did not know he was moving towards Koneko no Sumu Ie.

"Ah ha, gotcha, neko!" A sharp pain slashed into Omi's back, drawing blood oozing and sputtered onto the white snow.

Omi yelped in pain and tried to dodge from the one eyed man's attack unsuccessfully. His only weapons-darts were taken away and he had no way to fight his enemy. Close combat was never his strength. He could only use it vaguely for self-defense against normal people, but not skilled assassinators like Schwartz.

His vision began to swim. The doziness of the drug and the loss of blood were eating into his mind.

"OMI!" He thought he heard Aya's voice. A tall shadow flashed a katana and the two blurry figures before him moved in lightning motions.

Then he fell. Strong arms held him and pulled him into a warm embrace before he lost consciousness.

A flash of light, followed by sound of siren turned towards their direction. Someone had reported seeing people fighting in that area.

Farfarello stared after the passing police petrol cars, flashed a strange grin and leaped off, leaving the other two in the snow.

Aya glared fearlessly at the leaving enemy. With Omi back safely in his arms, he would let the Schwartz off for time being. He turned to look down at the sleeping youth in his arm. He looked so beautiful and innocent in his sleep.

"Omi, Aishiteru." Aya whispered in the boy's ear and kissed the boy's lips gently.

TBC

Updated: 3 February 2004
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