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Unwanted Desire	By : mysticalsky Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Takatori Mamoru, Tsukiyono Omi and any characters from Weiss Kreuz, or Fujimaya Ran (Aya) and Hidaka Ken will be fighting over (Takatori Mamoru) Tsukiyono Omi like Tooya and Yuuhi over Mikage Aya in 'Ayashi no Ceres', okay?

Rated: NC-17 for lemon and lime

Pairing: Aya/Omi, Ken/Omi, Crawford/Omi

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

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The school bell rang, formally announced the end of lessons.

Silence fear gripped within Omi.

Memory of Schuldig waiting outside the school gate remained fresh in him. The original disk was still in the orange hair German's hands. He would not let the young teen off that easily.

The sound of car horn startled him. Although it was a common sound, it sounded like the scream of a devil.

Omi tried to duck back into the school.

"Omi." It was Aya's voice.

"Aya-kun!" Omi dared himself to lift his eyes from the ground and caught sight of the red hair leader sitting in the car instead of the Schwartz German.

"Get into the car, Omi. I'm fetching you back to Koneko florist shop."

Omi heaved a sigh of relief and stepped into the car. "Aya-kun, you needn't take so much trouble. I can take care of myself."

"Remember this wound?" Aya lifted his one hand, revealing his healed hand that Omi had stabbed one other time, but the marking of Omi's dart was still visible. "This scar like my promise to you the previous night will always remain."

A streak of pinkish blush rose on Omi's young face like freshly bloomed roses, light danced in his shoujo-like crystal blue eyes. Omi whispered softly. "Arigato, Aya-kun…."

Aya found himself speechless at the sight of the beautiful child he had been admiring for a long time.

At the other side of the street, a pair of eyes was watching them. A mysterious smile played on his thin lips.

//The game is not over yet, neko-chan.//

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Sweaty garment pressed tightly onto his back as he panted, leaning against the hard concrete wall. The tunnel was shrouded in dead silence. Pungent smell of sewage water covered just below his kneel level. He had reached a dead end. There was no way for him to hide.

"You can't escape from me, Mamoru-chan." A husky voice mused, moving nearer and nearer to the panting voice. A tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness, revealing the face of Brad Crawford.

"Don't call me that name! Takatori Mamoru is no longer existing in this world!" Omi snapped angrily.

"True, the name Mamoru is not for a pretty girl like you."

"What are you talking about?!" Omi roared and suddenly froze as he looked down.

He was wearing a sleeveless low cut silky dress, a pair of smooth breast protruding from his chest.

He yelped as the American reached out a hand and grabbed one of his breasts, his other hand fondled his thigh under the skirt and slipped to touch his crotch that had strangely transformed into female organs. Crawford grinned in pleasant surprise that the child did not wear any undergarment.

To Omi's horror, he found himself moaning under the touch.

"You forgotten the drug, haven't you?" Crawford smirked and squeezed the rounded breast hard. Omi whimpered helplessly, finding he could not move at all. His limbs seemed to have paralyzed altogether.

He felt warm breath on his ear. "I want you to bear my child, Mamoru."

A thick finger reached to caress his clits. Taking opportunity of Omi's gapping mouth, the tall man leaned forward and kissed the boy-girl savagely, almost choking Omi with his tongue. Omi tried to cough and spat, but in vain. A sharp shock of pleasure coursed through him as the caress penetrated into his inner clit. Omi screamed into Crawford's mouth as he came shakily in the American's large roaming hand.

Crawford brought his hand up and licked slowly. He suddenly penetrated into Omi. Omi could feel the slapping of Crawford's balls hard against his new female opening. Crawford's shaft was too thick and long. He growled softly at first when only a bit of him entered the vaginal entrance.

"But that'll be good." A cruel smile drew across the American's lips. Suddenly, he pushed Omi hard against the wall, pulled Omi's legs to either side of his hips and grounded himself harsher into Omi. As if not enough, his hands moved down, pushed Omi's body up by his ass cheeks and forcefully entered the boy-girl fully from below, making use of the force of gravity. His hard length torn through Omi's inner wall, causing blood to trickle from the boy-girl's opening, ignoring Omi's cries and screams of pain.

Crawford moaned huskily and pumped himself in and out of Omi, faster and faster each time to feel Omi's tight wall rubbing nicely around his penis. Hot flow of seeds released into the young blond child.

Crawford laughed sadistically.

"ARGHHHHHH!!!!!"

Omi opened his eyes wide in bed. The dark sewage disappeared, so was Brad Crawford. Omi was safe in his bedroom above the florist shop.

Omi felt himself sweating profusely. He gingerly touched himself and sighed in relief. He had not changed into a girl as in the dream. But he remembered the Schwartz leader injecting some strange chemical into him during his captive.

Moonlight shone coldly through the window glass panel. Omi crept out of his blanket and leaned against it, watching the drifting snowflakes from the night sky.

"…………. I want you to bear my child, Mamoru………….." The ghastly voice known as Crawford Brad's echoed in his mind's ears.

Omi gasped and shrank away from the window.

Aya was lying on his back in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. Omi's angelic face kept drifting in his mind.

"Aya-kun." Omi's voice suddenly appeared by the door. "Can I sleep with you?" His tone sounded shaky, most likely with fear. He must have been having nightmares.

Aya nodded and tried to control his raising pleasure, ignoring the soft warmth and sweet vanilla scent as the angelic boy snuggled up against his chest in the bed.

"Arigato, Aya-kun." Omi smiled gratefully.

Subconsciously, Aya put his arms round Omi protectively and pulled the blond child close. Omi's heart skipped a beat when he felt the Weiss leader's lips caressed lovingly on his hair.

"Do you mind me holding you?" Aya's voice was gentle.

"Itei……" Omi tried to hold back a shiver as the image of Crawford appeared in his mind again.

Aya's hold loosened. "Gomen."

"No, wait!" Omi cried out and slung his arms around Aya's neck. Tighter. "Please don't leave me, I'm scared!" The memory was too frightening, if only….. if only, he could lose his memory again, just like the last time when he was kidnapped many years ago. The fear, the fear was eating into him, eroding his guts in living on this world.

Aya watched silently as tears flowed freely down Omi's blue eyes. Leaning forward, he kissed the blond child's cheek.

"Aya-kun, can you help me erase the nightmare in my mind?" The boy whispered tearfully. Aya looked at him questioningly.

"Sumimasen." Omi whispered and pressed his lips against the red-haired assassinator's.

Aya widened his crimson eyes in surprise and responded. He moved his body, planting his weight on the delicate body, his hands roamed, pleasuring the boy while at the same time, careful not to hurt the angelic child.

Omi timidly parted his lips, letting the older man shoving his tongue in and rubbing against his own. He could not control a moan of pleasure as he felt a hand roaming his back and finally slipping into his waistband to grab a handful of his flesh on his ass harshly, yet not hurting him.

Aya growled huskily, feeling Omi moving his lower body slightly up from mattress to rub against his own. The sweet aroma from the young archer raised his needs to a greater height.

Leaving Omi's bruised lips, his hungry mouth darted downwards, kissing and nibbling the youthful neck. Omi's chest rose and fell faster, groaning more intensively as the two assassinators' lust rose amidst the snow falling night.

With his lips never leaving Omi's neck, Aya unbuttoned Omi's pajamas. Under the pure white moonlight, Omi's flawless skin shone like a jade. Aya reached further down and licked Omi's hardened nipple. The boy was so responsive.

"A….Aya-kun……, make it harder……Argh.." Omi whimpered, arching his back and lifting his knee as he suddenly felt the older man's teeth biting down hard on his shoulder.

"Beautiful…." Aya muttered and licked the marking newly created. "Just a little return from the dart mark you've given me. We are even." He whispered mockingly.

Omi smiled tenderly and yelped in sudden pleasure as he felt a hand slipped into his pants to cup him, caressing his blobbing need.

"Aya….kun, can I ask you something?" Omi panted heavily.

"Hm?" The other assassinator slowly pulled the boy's pant to knee level and put his mouth over the younger assassinator's crotch, immediately rewarded by a sweet cry of pleasure from the young boy he had desired for a long time.

"If I, if I turn into a girl, would you still accept me?" Omi breathed ruggedly.

Aya arched his eyebrows questioningly, but his tongue was not idling, licking the hardened flesh round his lips.

Omi screamed out as he shakily came in Aya's mouth.

Aya licked his lips for any remains of the heavenly cum as he removed his mouth from the boy's crotch. "Sorry, I did not listen properly. What did you ask?"

Omi's cheeks became redder. "N…Nothing……" He was silenced with another kiss, this time more passionately.

"How do you feel now?" Aya asked.

"Much better now……" Omi smiled. The bad feeling left from Crawford and Schuldig did not go away, but he felt much better. Was it because Aya helped him to make it better or………

"Gomen, I feel like I'm making use of you."

"No, you did not. Unless you did not mean it when you create this mark." Aya showed his wrist.

"No, I really like you more than anyone, but….. but…." Omi sighed in defeat: "I don't know how to describe this feeling."

"You are not used to causal sex?"

"May….. Maybe……" Omi blushed furiously.

"Aya!" Ken's voice appeared behind the door. "I need to discuss something very serious with you."

"Ken-kun!" Omi grasped in shock and tried to crawl out of the bed, his large eyes darting for a place to hide.

It was too late. The door was forcefully opened to reveal a stern looking Ken.

Ken's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the red hair leader straddling on the slender hip of the young archer, one strong hand pinning the half naked angel on the bed while other hand still on the youngest boy's exposed crotch.

"YOU BEAST!!!! What did you do to Omi!!!!!" Ken roared and flew a fist into Aya's face, sending him off the bed. As if one punch was not enough, he raised and fell his fist again and again onto the leader.

"No wait! It's a misunderstanding!!" Omi screamed, pulling up his pants and squeezed between the two men, hoping to stop the commotion. Unfortunately, a fist flew into his abdomen instead, sending him into Aya's arms, unconsciously.

Very gently, Aya ran his hand through Omi's soft golden locks. His eyes hardened at the pained look on the beautiful archer's face. Omi forced his eyes opened and pleaded weakly: "Ple…please don't ….fight…, please….. Ken-kun, Aya-kun…." He slipped back into unconsciousness.

"Don't provoke me, Hidaka." Aya growled as he cuddled the sleeping boy protectively.

"That's SUPPOSED to be MY LINE, Fujimiya!!!" Ken roared, raising his fist: "How dare you take advantage of Omi's trust in you?!"

He felt a blow into his face.

Aya said: "I will not fight with you in front of Omi." Lifting the boy, he carried him towards the door to take him back to his own bedroom, he turned his face from the entrance: "Please leave."

"I'll never let Omi close to a distrustful person like you!" Ken screamed from Aya's leaving back and chased after him until Aya walked out of Omi's room with Omi resting safely in bed.

Yoji sat up in bed and rubbed his temple. "What's going on out there? There's such a din."

He walked out to see the fighting figures of Aya and Ken. "Oi! What's going on here?"

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound…. From Omi's bedroom!

"OMI!!!!!!" Ken screamed and raced towards the boy's bedroom.

The large glass pieces lay broken on the floor, the Schwarz German stood grinning on the window panel, with the limp figure of Bombay in his arms.

"Kowaii….." Schuldig caught Aya's 'shii-ne' glare. "I intend to come for little Mamoru later, but Crawford doesn't want to wait. We are trying an interesting experiment on this Bombay kitten. Bet you all will love it too. See ya!"

With that, he leaped out against the blowing wind into Crawford's waiting car.

An image of Omi's tearful face rose in Aya's mind eye. "…..No matter what happen, I'll always protect you because… I love you, Omi……"

He narrowed his eyes and leaped after Schuldig's figure.

"Wait, Aya! Are you nuts?" Yoji screamed after the disappearing figure.

Ken's eyebrows arched and followed Aya's trace.

"Damnit, all of them are crazy, running after enemies like that…"Yoji scratched his head frustratedly. Aloud, he cried: "Wait, wait for me!!!" He ran to prepare his vehicle.

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"Those fools are chasing after us, Crawford." Schuldig reminded relaxingly, enjoying the warmth of the sleeping blond angel in his arms. He kissed the boy's lips. Omi's eyebrows arched uneasily in his sleep.

"Oh…… our little kitten is having a nightmare, but the other cast is not me. I'm so hurt." Schuldig snickered: "I'm jealous of you, Crawford."

Crawford smirked sarcastically: "I'm so honored."

Turning to Farfarello and Nagi, he said: "Make sure they are properly trapped later. I can't wait for them to witness us enjoying our fruits of success before we send them to the Underworld."

Schuldig's grin widened.

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TBC

Last updated: 19 July 2004
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