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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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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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Smoothing light flashed before him as blue eyes fluttered opened.

Omi put a hand to shield his eyes from the unwanted light. Was it dawn already? He thought glumly. Tie, the images before him became clearer to show lit crystal ceiling light. Shifting his face, the strangely familiar window showed it was still nighttime.

Omi shifted to sit up and widened his eyes in his newly found environment.

The bed he was lying on was not his.

Neither was the room he was located.

A hand caressed his face gently. “Awake already?” it was Crawford’s voice.

Omi stiffened and scampered away from him, but as quick as lightening, the tall American grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him into a strong embrace onto his lap from where he was sitting at the side of the bed. Omi could see in Crawford’s eyes, through his sunglasses, burning lust, growing stronger when the man took the beautiful child by his chin so that he could look into the large crystal blue eyes.

“You can’t escape from me, Mamoru-chan.” Crawford smiled slyly and kissed Omi on his lips.

Omi whined inwardly in fear, remembering his nightmare.

In the control room, Schuldig tapped his fingers lightly on the keyboard, humming happily. The three Weiss kittens had reached the entrance of their building headquarter.

It’s fun time.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

Aya walked briskly along the almost empty corridor, not even bother looking at his teammates. Ken was in silent anger for the loss of Omi and for Aya’s intrusion between he and Omi.

Yohji was uneasy, sandwiched between the extremely quiet Aya and Ken.

“Hey. What’s the matter between you both? We’re in an enemy’s den, ok? Let’s be cooperative?” the playboy grunted.

“You ask that red-head what he has done to Omi!” Ken snarled.

Aya did not move an eyebrow.

Schuldig smirked. He pressed a key.

The ground suddenly opened up under the Weiss members and closed above them as they fell.

They landed on a hard ground, which the hole, fortunately, was not very deep.

The place suddenly brightened up. There were four dark glass-like walls smooth and flat, reflecting light softly like a television screen. The ceiling was high above their forehead, beyond jumping range. Other than that, there was practically nothing inside.

“Welcome to our humble land.” Schuldig’s face appeared on the screens on the four walls, constricting the three assassinators to the middle, back to back.

“Where is Omi?!” Yohji roared at the grinning German.

“Oooh, your kawaii little Bombay kitten is now in Crawford’s good hand. He’ll take very, very good care of him.”

“Bastard, take us to him!!” Ken screeched and kicked the screen. It went blank.

‘No good, the Schwartz are stalling time and they will torture Omi.’ Aya thought worriedly.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

A screen revealed behind a sliding wall in the bedroom, showing the trapped Weiss assassinators in the room. Omi, still strongly gripped in Crawford’s arms, stared in shocked, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“Do you want to save your friends?” Crawford whispered in Omi’s ear and licked his ear lobe.

“What do you want me to do to release them?” Omi asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“You know better what I want, Mamoru-chan.” Crawford kissed the crook of Omi’s neck.

“Name your instruction and release them once you’re satisfied.” Omi whispered calmly, but a tremble in his tone betrayed his fear.

“Good, you give yourselfme ame and I will let them off by today.” Crawford licked the tear-streaked face of Bombay’s and suddenly released the boy, getting up from the bed, standing tall in front of the screen.

“Take off your pants. Crawl in front of me and unzip my flyer.” Crawford commanded.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

The four screens reappeared again, showing the event in the bedroom.

Aya looked with shock as the image of little Bombay wearing only his shirt and his triangular underwear crawled between Crawford’s legs like an obedient kitten and pulled down his zipper with his succulent lips.

He saw Crawford’s lips moved, but no sound was released from the screen.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

“Take me in your mouth” commanded Crawford.

Trembling, Omi moved forward, took out Crawford’s large length with his little hands and covered the tip with his lips.

“Fondle me well…..Ahhhhhhhh….” Crawford moaned in ecstasy and moved his hands behind Omi’s head, pressing the boy’s face against his crotch. Shutting his eyes, Omi reached up his slender fingers and pumped his hands softly on Crawford’s balls.

Crawford tagged Omi’s baby soft hair: “Suck harder!”

Omi thrusted his mouth forward up and down Crawford’s length, drawing more moans and grunts. His length hardened and explodes of thick cum spattered out, running down Omi’s throat and seeped through the boy’s slightly gapped lips.

Omi quickly released his lips, rubbed the flowing cum from his lips and coughed harshly. He felt the other man pulled him into his arms and crushed his lips onto the boy again, this time harsher. Omi gasped and Crawford took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into the boy’s mouth, tasting him thoroughly and rubbing him on his tongue.

Almost as if eternity, Crawford broke the kiss and torn open Omi’s shirt, exposing his smooth chest and shoulder. Reaching forward, he bit into Omi’s shoulder, drawing blood.

Nibbling and kissing, he reached Omi’s nipple and started toying with it with one hand until it turned bruising red, and biting softly on other rosebud like nipple. Omi arched his back and cried out in pain.

Crawford smirked, pulled Omi over his shoulder and threw the boy unfairly onto the bed, his legs dangling wide open by the edge of the bed. Omi tensed uneasily.

Crawford’s smirk widened when he moved his body between Omi’s legs, running his hands up and down Omi’s thighs and put his weight on Omi’s crotch.

“Aya-kun!” Omi cried out frantically, his back arching more under the unwanted intrusion and he clawed his fingers helplessly on the mattress.

“No one can save you now, koi.” Crawford growled in lust as he kissed down to Omi’s flat stomach.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

Ken fisted the screen continuously, howling in anger and pain at the sight of Omi’s rape. Aya forced his eyes to focus his thoughts. Yohji stared stunningly, not believing what the Schwartz leader was doing to Omi.

‘I must find my way out of here and save Omi.’ Aya thought over and over again. But Omi’s fear and the movement of his lips seemingly calling out for him kept flashing in his mind.

“Omi…………”

== + + + == + + == + + ==

Omi gave a choked cry when Crawford pulled a leg hole of his underwear and licked his balls between the thighs he was now fondling.

“Aya-kun!” Omi dug his fingers into the fabric frantically. Tears flowed down his cheeks.

Crawford licked bits of precum shining on Omi’s tip.

“So sweet and innocent.” Crawford commented with wicked smile.

Omi sniffed and shivered under the American’s roaming touches and arched his back in silent cry as the tall man closed his mouth on Omi’s length, running his tongue up and down.

More tears flowed. Sparks of ecstasy rippled through Omi’s veins. With a loud cry, he came in the American’s mouth.

Crawford swallowed the thick cum and licked his lips. There was some bits of cum on Omi’s length, he took a small container under the bed and collected it. He took Omi in his hand again and pumped hard. Omi cried out as more cum seeped out into Crawford’s container.

Omi glared through his sweating eyelids and struggled up, but the other man did not give him the chance to do so. He suddenly pulled the boy’s legs up his shoulder. Omi shrieked in fear.

Gripping Omi’s length with one hand and balancing the boy’s legs with another, Crawford rammed his hardened length into Omi’s tight entrance.

“Aya-kun, save me!” Omi screamed out, although he knew it fruitless, but just to release his fear and pain.

Crawford smirked at the angelic boy’s helplessness and pounded in and out harshly, his balls slapping hard on either side of Omi’s ass. The pain was so huge that Omi felt like he was tearing apart. With one hand, he held Omi’s hip and he fondled Omi’s length with other.

With a final cry, Crawford came in Omi, his cum hitting Omi’s prostrate. The thick cum spilled through Omi’s entrance onto the bed. At the same time, Omi came in Crawford’s hand.

Omi’s lips trembled and tears flowed down his cheeks again. Crawford pumped for a few more times and pulled out of Omi.

“Can… you… please let them off……. Now…..?” Omi’s voice trembled with the new physical pain.

“No, I have not finished with you yet.” Crawford kissed Omi’s forehead with a smirk and loaded the still weak Omi into his arms out of the room.

Out in another room, the rest of Schwartz was waiting besides an opened tall empty cylinder. Schuldig moved forward to remove the rest of the fabric material from Omi.

“We have to clean him up thoroughly so that the chemical will not be corroded.” Nagi observed.

“Crawford, you sure have a fine time with this kitten.” Schuldig teased sarcastically.

Farfarello took a hose. Nagi closed his eyes and brought Omi into the mid air under his invisible force while the one-eyed Schwartz splashed the water onto Omi, washing the stains on his body. Omi coughed and struggled unsuccessfully.

Once they finished, Nagi brought the boy down. In Crawford and Schuldig’s iron grip on his either arm, Omi after much struggle was put into the cylinder. A breathing gag was put into his mouth. Oxygen, together with sleeping gas released into his lungs. Omi struggled to fight his consciousness, but failed. Crawford pierced a number of wires on Omi’s arms, legs, crotch, nipples and chest and closed the cylinder door. Instantly, translucent greenish liquid flowed into the cylinder, swiftly filling up the space within a minute.

“We are playing with God’s creation.” Farfarello said.

“Yes, we are.” Crawford smirked.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

At the other part of the Headquarter, Aya, out of unusual surge of strength, stepped onto Yohji’s head, leaped upwards, cut the ceiling opened with his katana and ran out of the trap room, with the other two assassinators following close behind.

== + + + == + + == + + ==

It was past two hours since Omi was placed into the cylinder. Crawford moved close to the cylinder and watched the sleeping child in it. The blond hair floated above his head like a halo. The child had such a perfect body. Electric current flowed through the boy’s body, activating the chemical he had injected into the boy a few days ago, bringing out a transformation on him.

//They’re here.// Schuldig grinned mockingly.

Suddenly, the door smashed opened to reveal the angry Weiss.

“Time to die, you insane assholes!” snarled Yohji, extending his wires.

Flashes of movement swung into actions as the two enemy teams broke into their battle. Growing furious over what Crawford had done to Omi, Aya stabbed the American’s fatal spots continuously, but the Oracle was able to dodge each time. Suddenly, with lightning speed, the katana pierced through Crawford’s shoulder. Aya’s fume had caused him to fight harsher as compared to usual.

At the other side, Omi’s torture seemed to heighten the normal battle spirit of the other Weiss as they fought, not caring for their own physical well-being.

“Ohhh, that’s no fun, I don’t wanna die in this stupid game yet.” Schuldig winced: “That hurts.”

“Oh, but I don’t mind bringing a bastard like you down the Hell!” Ken roared furiously.

“Should we retreat and come for Bombay later?” Nagi stared.

“I haven’t got enough fun with these kittens yet,” said Farfarello.

“We will return for Bombay later, no point getting killed in this meaningless battle.” Crawford smirked.

The four Schwartz members leaped back and left the room. Instantly, Aya and Ken ran to release the strange liquid from the cylinder. Aya could not wait for the liquid to fully drain off and started to detach the wires from Omi’s little body. Ken gasped at Omi’s appearance.

“What have they done to chibi?” Yohji asked, approaching the container.

“DON’T COME OVER YET!!!!” Ken screamed out.

Aya took off his long coat and covered Omi’s body in it, lifting the unconscious child out of the cylinder.

Omi’s small figure was fragile and vulnerable against Aya’s strong body, his eyes remained shut.

“What’s wrong with chibi?” Yohji grunted, moving closer.

Ken glared hard at the other direction, crutching his fists. “Those bastards change Omi’s sex.”

“Wh-at?” Yohji blinked and finally noticed the two bulging forms on Omi’s chest through Aya’s coat. Yohji moved to lift a side of the coat to see Omi’s crotch, but Aya’s death glare drove him back.

“Let’s go home.” Aya said.

Ken took another look at the sleeping Omi whose angelic face was now snuggling against Aya’s chest, not aware of the dynamic change in her body. Her eyebrows locked tightly in her sleep, most probably having a nightmare. Aya held her tighter protectively, his tender eyes not leaving the child’s face, his mind deep in thoughts.

Ken’s eyes narrowed.

== + + + == TBC == + + ==

Updated as 18 October 2004
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