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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 04: +BLACKMAIL+
Disclaimer: Same old words. I do not own Takatori Mamoru, Tsukiyono Omi and any characters from Weiss Kreuz, or Fujimaya Ran and Hidaka Ken will be fighting over (Mamoru) Omi like Tamahome and Potorhori over Miyaka in 'Fushigi Yugi', okay?

Rated: NC-17 for hentai contents,cross-dressing, rape and yaoi. Plot may go kinkier as it goes. For people who can't accept that, please leave IMMEDIATELY!!!

Pairing: Ran/Omi, Schuldig/Omi, Crawford/Omi, Ken/Omi

// // Means telepathy thoughts
( ) Means flashbacks
' ' Means thoughts

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It was another boring afternoon in school. Staring down his textbook, the monotonous tone of his Sensei chanting before the blackboard, Tsukiyono Omi's mind was full of turmoil over the incident that happened the previous night.

("I can't. Because I love you too. I love you more than anyone!")

Omi rested a hand on his forehead, thinking. 'What have I done this time? I'm ruining Aya-kun and Sakura-Chan's relationship!'

It was a long hour when the school bell rang, signifying the end of lessons.

Dragging his feet, Omi made his way towards his school gate. He was unconscious the entire night and had left the house the next morning before Aya woke up. 'I wonder if he will remember what I say. Hopefully not.'

His pace was suddenly interrupted and his eyes froze in silence fear at the sight of an orange hair man leaning against his car outside the school gate.

"Hello, Mamoru." Schuldig snickered. "I'm here to deliver a message to you. It's very personal. Come in." He motioned towards his car.

Omi glared warily.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to bring you back to Crawford yet." Schuldig's grin widened.

"Where are you taking me?" Omi questioned cautiously.

"Look." Schuldig flashed a disk and inserted it into a portable video disk-player in his car. On the little screen, a blond teenager was gang-raped by two members of Schwartz, except the rapists' faces were technically blocked with shadows. The teenager was Omi himself.

"What do you want?" Omi snapped.

A hand ran soothingly on Omi's well-shaped thigh. "Shall we go to a classic motel? My treat."

^***^***^

Omi twitched uncomfortably in chains that stretched his limbs spread-eagle in the middle of a large room with a Jacuzzi of an expensive motel in Shinjuku. He was wearing black netted revealing sexy top and tight black skirt with leathery underwear of the same colour. On top of that, he was forced to wear a pair of black shiny long leather feminine boots.

This was all Schuldig-sama's instruction.

"Ah, a very obedient kitten." Schuldig chuckled as he merged from the darkness, still wearing the irritating grin. "You look gorgeous in lady's wear, my love. We are an excellent pair today."

He was topless wearing black leather pants and wrapped in black robe, forming a dangerous image.

"You promise to hand me the disk after you've done with this." Omi reminded, feeling ashamed of the slight tremor in his voice, betraying his fear.

"Of course, will I ever lie to my sweet little angel?" Schuldig approached behind Omi and wrapped his strong arms round Omi's waist, nibbling softly on Omi's earlobe.

Omi tried to ignore the wandering hands that started to move up and down his body, rubbing his flat stomach and ripping at his nipples.

//I want you to cry out for me.// Schuldig's voice penetrated Omi's mind, rubbing his body against Omi's, pressing his hardened length on Omi's ass, with the only obstacles their clothes.

The boy's knuckles went white with anger.

//Didn't you say you'll do anything?// Schuldig reached a hand caressing Omi's silky smooth thigh, dragged the skirt round Omi's hip and reached into the black underwear easily.

//Relax, there are only two of us in the room.// Schuldig smiled reassuringly and stroked the length within. Omi went limp to the touch and panted slightly. Schuldig knew his arousing technique was working.

Rough fingers skillfully massaged and kneaded the organ in various ways. Sometimes, running up and down. And many other times, he rubbed the clit of the tip unfairly.

Schuldig's mouth was not idle either. After ravishing the taste of the sensitive boy's earlobe, it traveled down his neck and bit into his skin, lapping the copper taste of the boy's blood, forcing the boy to tilt his face upwards.

The heat on his length was getting tenser.

"Stop, I can't hold on anymore…" Omi panted.

//Call my name, call me Schuldig.// A heated voice entered his thoughts.

"Schuldig…….." Omi almost moaned.

"Ah yesssss…….. some more, I want to hear your voice……" Schuldig panted, almost squeezing Omi's hardening length, deliberately rubbing his balls faster and faster.

Omi cried out as hot cum spurted out onto Schuldig's eager hands. The orange hair man pulled out his hands and licked them like a cat. "Ah, so tasteful. Now it's my turn."

Schuldig dragged a leg-hole of Omi's underwear over, revealing his small, tight ass. He grabbed a handful of the soft ass flesh, earning a yelp from the small boy he had desired for a long time.

One saliva-wet finger dug in and started to thrust in and out, finger-fucking the fine young boy. Omi gasped and tried to ignore the pain as much as possible. He almost jumped when the finger touched his prostate.

Schuldig grinned wider. Two more fingers thrusted in and started to scissor around.

The pain was too great! It was tearing Omi apart. Omi cried out.

//Ah, can't take the pain? It's only one day since we last had our sex, haven't we?// Schuldig purred in Omi's mind.

"Please, can we try others, except this? My friends will know immediately once they see me limping home." Omi pleaded with weak voice.

"I don't see why we should. Besides, I have the final say here." Schuldig said as he undid his pants, freeing himself out and rammed hard into the young boy. Omi screamed in pain.

"Ahhh….. so tight, so warm. I've always dreamed of fucking you alone in this beautiful privacy….. Yessssss…….." Schuldig hissed huskily and held Omi's hips as he pulled in and out of the boy, ignoring the boy's tears and cries of pain.

"Call my name or I will not return you the disk…"

"Schuldi…..Schuldig………. "Omi whimpered painfully. Schuldig pumped in and out several more times until he came in Omi's tight entrance. Releasing in large quantity, his cum hit Omi's prostate ruthlessly again and again like sea waves. He did not pull out. Instead, he pumped a few more times until he was satisfied.

Falling forward in chains, Omi's head hang in exhaustion and loss of strength.

"Tired already?" Schuldig chuckled.

Two cracks of whip suddenly burnt into Omi's smooth back, earning another loud cry from the blond boy. Tears ran down his cheek.

"Ah, ah, don't they look like angel's wings? I love you more when you weep." Schuldig moved to Omi's front. "You will look even more feminine." Schuldig whispered and leaned close to lick the tear running down Omi's face.

Moving closer, he struck his tongue into Omi's gapping mouth and ravished Omi's sweet, innocent taste, bringing the taste of Omi's own blood and cum into his mouth as well, forcing the boy to swallow them.

A sound of click from the chains sounded as Omi collapsed into the prepared arms of the German. He had lost all his consciousness and strength from the pain and shock. Grinning, the man carried the boy onto the king-sized bed. He was not surprised how light Omi was due to his small size.

Laying the boy onto the soft bed facing up, he crawled on top of the smaller body; pulled up his knees, and spread his legs wide. Hungrily, he worked his tongue and teeth between the slender thighs, kissing and caressed the unconscious young angel's perfect body……………

"Listen, Mamoru, you are mine……"

^*****^*****^

"Omi, what happened to you? You are late for hours! Aya and Ken were still looking for you!" Yoji dashed to the exit door of the flower shop, meeting an exhausted looking Omi.

It was already late at night, almost six hours since his lessons in school ended. His school uniform was crumpled and there were strange pauses in his stride.

"I'm alright, just a bit tired, Yoji-kun." Omi gave a weak smile and walked past the older man straight to his bedroom.

Omi collapsed onto his bed and cried his heart out. He felt dirty and worthless. Still sniffing, he pulled out the disk and a piece of note found on the bed when he regained his consciousness in the motel.

The note wrote:
This disk is a duplicated one. The original is still with me. I'll come back for you again, my Lovely Angel.

Omi grinded his teeth and torn up the notes, throwing them into the nearby wastepaper basket and buried his face into his pillow.

"What have I done again?"

"Omi." Ken's voice suddenly appeared at the door, making the boy jumped. "Where have you been? You made us all worried."

"Ken-kun!" Omi mouthed nervously, fearing the other man would discover his shame. "Gomen ne sai, I've got last minute project meeting."

"Err….Omi," Ken approached the younger boy, seeming hesitated. He finally made a decision. "There's something I need to talk to you."

"Err, tomorrow perhaps? I'm tired today." Omi tried to hide his fear with his trademark smile; afraid the other man would know what he was thinking.

Ken searched Omi's tired face for a short while. But to Omi, it seemed like eternity. He finally sighed and patted Omi's shoulder. "Alright, have a good night rest."

"Oyasumi, Ken-kun."

"Oyasumi, Omi." Ken replied and left the bedroom.

Omi sighed, lay back onto the bed, held the disk at eye level and rolled onto his back. His eyes caught the red hair leader standing by the door.

"Aya-kun! When did you come here?" Omi gasped and tried to hide the disk, but the other man with lightning speed, took it from his hand.

"Aya-kun!"

Aya stared at the disk, looked at the pieces of notes in the wastepaper basket and glared ferociously at the teeth mark on Omi's neck.

Feeling guilty, Omi looked down, hoping there was a hole for him to hide himself forever.

"The Schwartz blackmailed you?" Aya growled.

Omi yelped as he felt a pull by his arm to his leader and was held firmly by his two shoulders.

"Did they?" Aya was angry.

"Hah………" Omi whispered, not daring to look into the piercing eyes above him.

"Take off your clothes."

"It…. It's nothing, Aya-kun….. It's over now, I can handle it myself….."

"No, it isn't! Do you think I can stay ignorance even when I know my loved one is blackmailed and raped more than once?"

Tears ran down Omi's face again. "Gomen!" Omi sniffed and tried to wipe away his tears, realising he had cried too much on the same day.

Omi felt himself pulled into a warm embrace against Aya's chest protectively. "Listen, Omi. No matter what happen, I'll always protect you because ……."

"Because I love you, Omi."

Omi sniffled and buried his face into his leader's chest, crying his heart out, letting out all his frustrations he had been bottling within himself. Rising up his free hand, Aya caressed the blond boy's hair gently.

Outside the room, Yoji caught Ken staring down at the floor as if disappointed. "Oi, Ken, what's bugging you? Is Omi-chan ok?"

"Yes," Ken's tone was stiff. "Omi is alright." He instantly ran off. 'I'll never have Omi……'

(Omi's voice was heard from the trap door where he and Aya were. "….Because I love you too! I love you more than anyone do!")

'Omi only love Aya…… And……….'

("Because I love you, Omi." The blond boy fell into Aya's embrace and buried his face against the man's chest.)

Afar, outside the florist shop, Schuldig watched, grinning. It seemed like there was someone whom he could use to play a game.
TO BE CONTINUE..........
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