Obsession Confession

Obsession Confession






Obsession Confession

 

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: R/NC-17 (it’s going
up).

Disclaimers: Weiss is not
mine! Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me owns it.

Warnings: I already said
it, but well, this chappie has graphic lemon! (ONLY in the mediaminer.org and
the adult-fanfiction.org version [gomen ne ff.net readers, but you won’t get the
hentai moments in there, I’m not risking my account.])

 

Notes: Anything written in
Italic are thoughts.

This fic can be read in
mediaminer.org, adult-fanfiction.org and ff.net.

 

Hnn… can’t remember right
now if I’ve given any Mini-Nagi’s, so today I’m giving Mini-Nagi’s to all the
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I think the poor thing is going to run out of mouth wash AND body wash… *grin*
Yeah, yeah, poor KenKen, he’s got the worse nurse possible *hugs poor Ken*
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whats going to happen with him yet.), Genuine-sun (Arigato for
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Chapter 8

 

“Youji-ku!” O!” Omi tried
to hold Youji’s arms so the older blonde wouldn’t punch Aya again.

“It’s all your fucking
fault!!” even if he was trying to control his voice, he was yelling at his
teammate. “Where the fuck were you while Schwarz killed Ken!? WHERE?! You were
supposed to take the target down but ALSO cover your teammates!!”

Omi rubbed his face against
his sleeve to wipe the tears his eyes wouldn’t stop shedding. “Youji-kun,
please… it wasn’t Aya-kun’s fault, Ke-”

“Fuck you Omi! We couldn’t
even take his body with us! H-his fucking corpse is surely burning there with
all the shit into the building! Maybe you didn’t care for Ken but I did..” he
whispered and struggled out of the chibi’s hold.

The leader of Weiss didn’t
dare say anything else. He looked at Aya, looking for some kind of support, but
the redhead was staring at Youji.

“He isn’t dead.” Aya said
when Youji was about to leave the room.

The playboy stopped under
the doorway and turned to look at him with an unreadable look in his reddened
emerald eyes.

It was a cautious and
trembling Omi who made the question though. “What do you mean Aya-kun?”

“Someone took him out of
the building.”

“Who.”

“Schwarz.” He answered the
playboy.

There was a short silence
before Youji talked. “That’s even worse than knowing he’s dead.” He said
softly.

“Then there is nothing we
can do… Aya-kun?” Omi’s tears had stopped for a moment, but when he heard that
he felt even worse than when he thought his friend was dead.

Who knows what the psychos
would be doing to him? What kind of torture would they be using? Was he even
still alive?

 

.::.::.::.::.

 

Well, THE psycho was actually stitching the
assassin’s wounds. He had gone to the Estet undercover hospital, but they said
they weren’t taking care of someone out of Estet. All the Estet personal had
strong shields, which meant that there was nothing our favourite telepath could
do, so he carried Ken back into his car and drove home.

Since the German knew nothing about
medicine and had never treated anything else than little bruises, he needed
some external help to put the stitches and clean wounds. He made a quick search
for the mind of a nearby doctor to get a basic instruction.

Schuldig scrubbed his eyes
tiredly, forgetting about the dirt and blood staining his face before he gave
the last stitch to the younger man’s leg.

When he was done he rose to
his feet and eyed his ‘work’. He bent forward to pat Ken’s face, one of the few
places that had escaped Farfello’s knives. “Hey kitty!” he said cheerfully
sitting down beside him. “C’mon I’ve already treated your wounds, now it’s time
to play!”

The barely conscious
brunette opened his tearful eyes partially. He was sweating and his cheeks were
flushed with fever.

“Oi…” he stared at Ken
thoughtfully for a few seconds and placed his hand on his forehead to test his
warmth. “Knew it! You have a fever.” he tried to think about how the hell you
make a fever disappear and remembered the anime marathon Nagi had been watching
a couple nights before. One of the guys had a fever and a rather annoying girl
filled a basin with water and put a damp cloth on the boy’s forehead.

He left for the bathroom
and took a basin and a cloth. Then he filled the basin with cool water, even if
he wasn’t very sure that hot water would be good for high temperatures, and
went back to his bedroom, where Ken was whimpering and trembling.

“Kitty?” he asked placing
the damp cloth on the poor boy’s forehead. “You better wake up now, you have to
pay for my kindn-” he blinked when he felt a tug on his coat. “Hn?”

“Youji? I-I-it h-hurts
Youji…” he said between sobs.

“Youji? This is SO fucking
great, now my kitty is hallucinating and thinks I’m Balinese.” He murmured,
pouting as he reached out to wipe Ken’s tears.

“Youji…”

The redhead rolled his
eyes. “What’s it?”

“Hu-hurts…” he whimpered,
panting softly.

“Hnn… I don’t know what
I’ve done wrong…” he said to himself. “After patching him up he should be all
healthy and ready to play..” he murmured, never taking his eyes off Ken’s face.
“Oi! Let go of my coat already!” he yelled trying to uncurl the baby grip the
brunette’s fingers had on his coat [1]. Since there was no way to put Ken’s
hand away withhurthurting him any more he decided to put the coat off and let
the other continue grabbing it.

“Yo-ji…”

“What’s it kitten?” he
asked as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, starting to lose his patience.

“I…I-I I…”

“Stop moving! The pillow
will get wet if the cloth slips!” he scolded him as he repositioned the cloth
on his forehead.

Schuldig snorted and put
the sheet over the younger boy, hoping it would stop the trembling.

He took the sheet away for
a moment and yanked his coat away from Ken’s hand. “You can sleep now, but you
are going to pay when you wake up.” He sat next to his patient again and kissed
him even more roughly than when they started with the plan .

Ken sobbed even louder when
he put away. I need an aspirin. He thought as he left his bedroom and
headed for the kitchen.

 

Schuldig was preparing
himself a cup of coffee when the front door opened and Brad and Farfello went
into the house. “Brad?!” He called, his head popping out of the kitchen.

“What do you want?” the
American asked coldly, but inwardly he was trying not to laugh at the redhead’s
dirty appearance.

“It’s the kitty. I stitched
him up but he has a fever and won’t stop whimpering and saying that he’s
hurting. My head’s gonna explode!!”

“What did you do?”

“Hnn…” he tapped his temple
with a finger, trying to remember. “Well, I cleaned his wounds with alcohol,
and put on the stitches. Ah! And I put a wet cloth on his forehead. I’m such a
great nurse!!” he said smirking proudly.

“That’s all you did? Didn’t
you bandage him, administrated painkillers or something?”

Schuldig blinked at his
boss.

“Aho…” the American
murmured.

“Where’s Farfie?”

The precog didn’t have to
answer because a moment later, the Irishman’s insane laugh brought them to the
German’s bedroom.

 

Farfello was sitting on the
floor, laughing as he looked at the poor whimpering Siberian.

“What the fuck are you
doing?!”

“God is screaming in pain
because the little kitty’s crying!” he said cheerfully, poking Ken on the ribs
with the hilt of his knife.

“Leave the kitty alone.”
The telepath ordered him.

The insane Irishman pouted
but didn’t complain.

Schuldig approached the bed
and put the sheet away, revealing the younger assassin, who hadn’t stopped
trembling and was still panting. His mouth opened and closed with each whimper
and tears rolled down his face. “See? I did a great job.”

“You didn’t have your
glasses on when you did it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Why do you say it? I did a
great job.”

“Put your glasses on.”

The German shrugged but
reached out to take a pair of glasses from the top of his table. He put them on
and took a closer look at the brunette. “Oi…” he murmured when he saw that he
hadn’t done the great job he thought he had.

Indeed, he had done it
rather wrong. But nobody is perfect, so that would have to do.

“You didn’t even bandage
him.”

Schuldig rolled his eyes.
“How was I supposed to kn-”

“I don’t care. Just bandage
your kitten up, give him a couple painkillers and shut up for the rest of the
night. I want to sleep.” Was all Brad said before he dragged Farfello out of
Schuldig’s bedroom.

The redhead left his
bedroom and went to the bathroom to get the bandages and painkillers. He also
headed for the kitchen to get a glass and a bottle of water.

 

When he entered his
bedroom, he sat on the bed beside Ken and started to carefully roll the gauze
around all the wounds.

Once arms, legs and chest
were correctly bandaged (he put his glasses on to do it), he carefully turned
Ken around to cover a long gash on his back. He finished with the bandages and
turned him again so he lied onto his back.

Schuldig rose to his feet
and laughed at the sight of the cute mummy lying on his bed (he had bandaged
Ken’s entire body from neck to toe, only his head and the zones that the
brunette’s boxers covered were free of bandages.

He sat down again and
poured some water into the glass after he took two pills from a little bottle
and slid a hand under Ken’s head to tilt it up. He had no problems to make the
younger assassin swallow them.

Once Ken was lying down again, the
redhead left his glasses on the table, stripped off his clothes and crawled
into the bed. He was too tired to shower at the moment.

He was content thought. No
matter what Brad said, he knew he was the greatest and of course sexiest
nurse ever.

Now he only wanted to rest,
and with the effect of the aspirin that helped him get rid of his headache he
was asleep even before the sedatives silenced Ken.

What he didn’t know? That
Ken’s fever was in part product of the cold he had, and that colds could be
VERY easily transmitted.

 

.::.::.::.::.

 

Aya parked his car on the
hotel’s parking. It was getting rather late in the night, but there were a few
available places to leave his vehicle.

He sighed deeply and put
the keys into his leather pant’s pocket.

Okay, so he had gone this
far, but what to do now? Should he go inside the hotel or go back to the
Koneko?

The sword-wielding assassin
didn’t move for countless minutes, he was so scared he couldn’t even think
straight.

To say the truth, he wasn’t
going to go to his ‘date’ with Oracle, but at the end his mind had found a
‘reason’ to convince himself that he had to go; he would try to get some
information about Ken’s status.

That’s what he told
himself, but deep inside he knew that he didn’t give a fuck about Ken’s
condition, or Omi’s crush, or what little grasp on reality Youji had after
Siberian disappeared.

All what mattered to him
was waiting inside one of the most expensive suites of the hotel. All what
mattered to him was what he feared the most.

When did you become such a
chicken Ran? He questioned himself as
he threw open the car’s door and got out. It only took him a moment to close
and lock the car, then he was ready to go.

No, not ready. He
rearranged his slightly crumpled red shirt and cursed his pants that stuck to
his skin so he had to tug at them a little. They weren’t as tight as the ones
Youji would use, but they fit him nicely. [2]

 

There was no turning back
when he crossed the big crystal doors of the hotel. Aya took a last look at the
note Brad gave him at the last mission.

He entered the elevator and
waited as patiently as he could, that to tell you the truth wasn’t much, until
the young man in charge of the elevator stopped at the floor where their suite
was.

Once there it took him only
a couple minutes to find the suite. He stopped in front of the door and stayed
there for countless minutes. He didn’t dare enter.

Aya could leave. Crawford
didn’t know he was there, so he would think he hadn’t gone, or maybe he had
seen it with those weird powers of him.

Yeah, he’d better go now
that he had the chance.

 

The redhead had spent the
whole week thinking about this. If he should go. If it was a trap (and he was
rather convinced of that), or the American really wanted him but after knowing
that Schwarz had captured Ken, whatever previous doubts he’d had about Brad’s
intentions had dissipated.

Aya didn’t want to be part
of this game, but on the other hand… he could TRY to gain some control and turhe she situation into something to be the best for him and Weiss. Yeah, think
about Weiss Ran. He told himself mentally. Remember you’re doing this
for your team, you’re doing this to discover what those freaks want to do to
your team. Think about Aya-chan… Because he didn’t exactly know what
Schwarz wanted from him, but he DID know what he wanted from the precog.

He lifted his hand to knock
at the door, but stopped midair. Something tugged at his stomach and his legs
suddenly felt very weak. No, I can’t do this…

But fate was against him
again, and before Aya could clear his mind the door opened and Brad Crawford
himself stood in front of him.

“…” Aya opened his mouth to
say something, but he was speechless.

“I was waiting for you.”

The redhead blinked.

“I saw you walking
away.” He explained and reached out to take hold of the younger man’s arm.

Aya let the American guide
him into the suite. He vaguely glanced around. The decoration was classy and
surprisingly not too recharged, as was usual in the luxurious suites (at least
the ones he had seen on tv, because Kritiker had never paid for expensive rooms
when Weiss had to spend a night outside).

“You like it?”

The younger man nodded
silently. He didn’t dare do or say anything. Now ask him about what they did
to your teammate and leave. He tried to reassure himself thinking that, but
the truth was that he was growing more and more nervous with each second that
passed.

Crawford let go of his arm
and turned to look at him. “You look good.” He said with a smirk.

Calm down Fujimiya, he thought, and you heart stop beating so fast, I
can’t hear my thoughts if you keep on trying to jump out my of chest! He
took a deep breath and ordered himself to calm down. He frowned and looked into
deep hazel orbs, trying to read any emotion in them and finding it impossible.

“I didn’t come here to play
your games.” He was startled by the lack of roughness in his voice as he talked
to his enemy.

“You’re blushing.” The
American remarked. “Are you sure you didn’t come here for that?”

A determined look took Aya’s
features. “Siberian. I’m here for him. What did you do to him?”

Brad started to laugh.
“Yes, of course you came here for him. You wouldn’t do that for him, not even
for little Bombay. But, since you asked, I’ll let you know that his injures are
healing well and we’ll give him back to you one of these days.” He took a step
closer to the redhead and reached up to caress a pale cheek. “Anyway, we both
know why you came here Ran.” He whispered and leaned closer to the shorter man,
stopping when their breathing mingled. “Don’t we?”

Aya examined the position
they were in. He wanted it as much as he feared it, but didn’t hesitate when he
stop on his tiptoes to kiss the Schwarz assassin.

He wound his arms around
the darkhaired man’s broad shoulders and let his eyes shut, letting both his
body and mind sink into the feeling of Brad’s lips against his, loving it and
hating it.

Loving Brad and hating
himself.

“Mine.” Crawford muttered
against his lips before he parted them to deepen the kiss. His hands roamed
down Aya’s body and slid into the shirt to caress the younger assassin’s back.

The redhead clung to him
desperately, knowing that he shouldn’t be doing this but not caring, not after
all what had happened so far, not after he could have what he wanted, not now that
he could savour the taste of the one he loved. Not when the feeling of Brad’s
tongue sliding against his made his whole body go weak.

The precog broke this kiss
and let go of Aya. “This is what you came here for.” He said hoarsely.

Ran nodded, still trying to
regain his breath.

“Then let’s get done with
it.”

“N-nani?”

“Follow me.”

Aya blinked stupidly but
didn’t hesitate to follow Crawford into the bedroom.

 

The bedroom wasn’t as big
as the room where they had been previously, but it was still big and stylish.

Except the cream colored
walls, everything else was made in white; the bed, the couch, the soft carpet
under their feet, the curtains… Even the furniture were made in white marble.

“It’s cool.” Aya bit his
lip when he realized the slip. He always repressed himself but the events of
the night were already overwhelming him and that made him react like the
youngster he really was.

“I knew you would like it.”

The redhead’s cheeks
fed aed at the comment. “Hn..”

“C’mon, strip already Ran.”“Nan“Nani?”

“Your clothes, take them
off.” He said and went to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Oh…” he gulped, feeling
his whole body tremble. The katana-wielding assassin nervously started to
unbutton his shirt, feeling the material slip between his fingers. After hearing
an amused chuckle he took a deep breath and finally got the evil piece of
clothing off.

“Nice…” Brad said with a
wide smirk. “Thoyou’you’re a bit too thin for my liking.”

Aya bent down to take his
boots and socks off, stumbling slightly as he did so.

It took him another couple
of minutes to stand naked before the older man’s eyes and leave his clothes to
rest on the couch.

 

Crawford repressed a
chuckle as he looked at Ran’s body from head to toe. His eyes calmly took in
the sight of pale, scarred skin and lean muscles that hinted they were there
even if they weren’t quite marked. That chuckle he had repressed left his
throat when he saw the proof that Aya was a real redhe“Tur“Turn around.” He
ordered.

And Aya complied. He turned
around and bit his lip as he felt Brad’s eyes roaming down his back, his ass,
he could feel those eyes burning into his strong legs.

“You can come here now.”

Aya headed towards the bed
and stopped in front of the precog, frowning at him. “You aren’t naked.” He
muttered.

“And what? We’re making
things my way. Kneel before me.”

“Nani?!”

Brad pointed to the floor.
“You. Kneel. Here.” He said in mock patience.

The redhead hesed bed but
he did kneel between the older man’s legs, looking up at him expectantly.

Crawford felt the power he
had over Abyssinian running through his veins. It was plain obvious in the way
the Weiss’ assassin was kneeling before him, looking completely innocent.

It was a vision to laugh
at, who would have believed that the cold boy would be naked on his knees, with
that open, vulnerable look that probably nobody had seen before. It was funny,
but at the same time something he was… the word could be ‘proud’ of, knowing
that he and only he was the only one that could break the swordsman like this.

“What are you waiting for?”

“…?”

The American pointed to his
crotch. His smirk widened even more at the ed led look that passed through wide
amethyst e

 

Aya’s hands were shaking as
they worked to untie Brad’s belt. He stopped for a moment to take a deep breath
to try to calm himself. His thin fingers fumbled with the button and the zip of
the cream colored trousers and he took the shirt off them. For a brief moment,
his hand came in contact with the smooth skin of the American’s stomach as he
passed it over the ripples of his abdominal muscles. “Are you going to take
them off?”

Brad lifted his right leg
and caressed Aya’s stomach with the tip of his shoe. “You are going to
take them off.”

The redhead shivered under
the cold touch. He took the darkhaired man’s foot into his hands and took the
shoe and a white sock off. He carefully put the foot and the shoe back onto the
carpet.

“Now the other.”

Aya did as told and it
didn’t take him long to put both shoes aside.

Crawford rose to his feet,
towering over him. “Put them down.” Seeing Aya’s hesitation, he extended his
hand waiting until the shorter man touched it and made those pale fingers touch
the waistband of his trousers. “Take them off.” He said hoarsely, knowing the
effect it would have on him.

Ran curled his fingers into
the waistband of his enemy’s pants and underwear and tugged them down. He took
them off and slowly raised his gaze to look at Brad, who had taken hackeacket
on and sat down again. He stared at him for a few minutes.

“I want to get out of here
before I am forty Fujimiya.”

The shorter assassin’s
cheeks whatwhat seemed impossible, he turned even redder. “But you… you
aren’t…”

“I’m not what?” he leaned
forward so his lips grazed Aya’s as he talked. “Say it, I want to hear it from
your lips.”

“Hard. You aren’t hard.”

“Hn? You’ll have to make
me.. Anyway, neither are you.” Brad kissed the younger assassin gently while
his cold gaze took a cruel light. “Kiss my feet.” He ordered.

“No!” Amethyst eyes
widened. It was humiliating. Crawford wanted him to kiss his feet like some
slave. Like some whore… Someone with a pride like his couldn’t bring himself to
do that.

“Really? Would you rather
prefer it if I put my clothes on again?” he trailed his toes down Aya’s chest,
teasing the cool skin. He chuckled when he felt the shiver that ran down the
redhead’s body under his touch.

Crawford moved his foot
down to caress his side, a narrow hip. “You know you want me.” He combed his
fingers through Aya’s flaming hair, watching how the soft red tresses curled around
his fingers. “You know this is probably the only chance you’ll have to be with
me. Will you let your pride send it straight to hell? You’ve gone so far
already…”

Amethyst eyes narrowed
angrily. “I won’t let you humiliate me.”

The hand that had been stroking
his hair slid down to cup his face. “I didn’t force you to come here. And I
certainly didn’t force you to kneel before me.” He broke any contact with the
Japanese man’s skin. “I’m not moving until you kiss my feet.”

Aya looked down, fixing his
gaze on the carpet, that was just barely clearer than his skin. He had thought
that he wanted to take some control over the whole situation. Maybe… just
maybe… if I make him think that he has control over me… he thought,
lifting his hands from the floor to caress Brad’s calf.

He closed his eye and took
a deep breath before he bent down to place a single kiss on each one of the
American’s feet. Then he slowly, so slowly that it looked like he was in a film
that was being played frame by frame, started to kiss up his leg, stopping at
the juncture of his knee to give it a little lick before he continued leaving a
trail of little kisses up Crawford’s thigh, feeling ashamed in a way he had
never felt before but at the same time he was starting to build up in his mind a
fantasy where everything was under his control.

“What are you doing?”

Aya looked up at Crawford
and instinctively rose to kiss him, as desperately as before if not more. His
eyes looked somewhat glassy, but it didn’t matter, not when he pressed his body
against Brad’s.

The Schwarz assassin broke
the kiss and rested his hands on the redhead’s shoulders. “On your knees.” He
whispered.

Ran kneeled again. “Wha-”

“Touch me.” Was the only
order he gave before he lowered his mouth onto Aya’s.

With a hand cupping the
brunette’s face as they kissed, Aya ran his hand down ’s i’s inner thigh,
feeling his leg muscles and squeezing them gently. He slid his fingers through
his side and back.

It was just too good. His
mouth, his body, everything… It was heaven and the Weiss self-proclaimed leader
was drowning in it.

Aya continued exploring his
enemy’s body with his hand, lifting the shirt he was still wearing and touching
the chest and abdomen under it, realizing that that body was even more sculpted
than he had thought.

Finally, he brought his
fingers between Brad’s legs and began to stroke him. He felt himself start to
get hard just by kissing and touching the precog, but didn’t dare push his luck
so he continued the task of bringing him to an erection.

 

A few minutes later,
Crawford decided it was time to stop all the kissing and touching, and so he
made Ran know by shoving him off his lap, where the redhead had climbed at some
point of the enthusiastic kiss.

Aya stared at him from
between his legs, asking himself what was expected from him and realizing it
when Brad took his cock in his hand and offered it to him.

The redhead bit his lip as
he looked at what was offered to him. He curled the fingers of his right hand
over Brad’s and leaned forward to give the head a long, experimental lick He He grunted in disgust when
the American moved his hand away, but he couldn’t protest.

He tightened his fingers
around the base and continued lapping at the slit as his free hand cupped his
balls gently, reaching out with a finger to caress the soft skin beneath.

Aya started to rub himself
against the softness of the carpet, knowing that he couldn’t get any release
with his hands, and moaned softly against Crawford’s shaft, not being able to
suppress all the emotions cursing through him.

Very carefulecauecause he
didn’t really know what he was doing, he eased his lips over the head and slid
it into his mouth slowly e ste started to move his hand up and down Brad’s
cock.

Insecure amethyst eyes
looked up into quiet ones, as if asking if he was doing it right, but he got no
answer, only the slight quickening in the precog’s breathing and a light,
almost unnoticeable flush that had appeared on his cheeks.

Aya relaxed his mouth and
tried to take a little more of that erection in, but he found it impossible and
knew that he would throw up if he tried to take it deeper so he settled for
starting a slow sucking rhythm with both his mouth and hands.

“Stop.” Crawford said when
he felt he was close to coming.

The redhead let go of his erection
and lapped a drop of precum off it before he sat on on the floor, waiting for
further instructions and feeling frustrated because he had been close to climax
himself. “What now?”

Brad unbuttoned his shirt
and took his tie off. “Come to the bed.” He said huskily and stood up to leave
his clothes onto the couch. He also looked into the pockets of his discarded
trousers and took a tube out of them. He tossed it at Aya. “You will have to
prepare yourself.”

“Nani?”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“But I-”

“On your hands and knees, I
want to watch.” He ordered after a brief vision told him the question Aya was
going to ask.

Crawford smirked when he
noticed that there were tears of shame threatening to fall from the younger
man’s eyes when he turned around and obeyed.

 

Ran scrubbed at his eyes
briefly before he unscrewed the tube and poured some lube onto his fingers.

He felt like he was the
worst shit, that he was worthless, that he was betraying Weiss… but couldn’t
stop now that he had what he had dreamed for. I’ve gone so far that now I
can’t…

“Spread your legs more.”

Aya complied, and he
blindly tried to find entrentrance with his slick fingers, and groaning softly
when he found it and made little circles on it before he nudged the tip of a
finger inside, taking it deeper a few seconds later and moving it around until he felt like he could take another one
and so he did, stretching his body for Brad.

This wasn’t one of his
dreams, this was real.
e mae man who was watching
him like this was a sight that made his mouth water, Brad was the only the one
that made him so vulnerable… He was there with him.

Aya let out a louder moan
and turned to look at Crawford. “P-p-” a single tear rolled down his cheek. It
was the prize he had to pay to have this, but he didn’t care, and if he had to
give up on what little dignity he had left, he’d do it. There was no turning
back. “Please…?”

“Please what?” the American
asked cruelly as he stroked some lube onto his cock. He would have used a
condom in a normal situation, but he knew that even such a little detail like
that would have a big influence in the power he had over Fujimiya Ran. And they
say that knowledge is power.

“D-do it.” He pleaded as he
withdrew his fingers from his entrance.

“Oh.. all right Ran.” He
whred red and placed himself between the swordsman’s legs.

Brad took his shaft into
his hand and guided it towards Aya. Once t he he grabbed his hips and then he
thrust forward until he was sheathed inside the younger man, who cried out in
pain.

Aya was hurting. No matter
how much he tried to relax his body, it hurt, and it hurt a lot. But he
wouldn’t bring himself to say it since he didn’t want to add more to his
humiliation.

His eyes shut closed in
pain and desperation as Crawford started a slow, shallow rhythm that was
driving him crazy.

No, it wasn’t that theecogecog was being gentle to, th, that was just part of the torture. It was a
challenge.

Since it seemed obvious
that Brad didn’t plan on doing anything to make things easier on him, Aya
started to rock back to met his enemy, lover, or whatever he was from now on’s
thrusts, moaning louder every time the American’s cock touched something inside
him that made him want to scream.

But as Brad neared his
orgasm, he increased the pace and the depth of his movements, while Aya braced
himself in only one hand so he could touch himself with the other.

 

It ended too soon, and
before his mind could register what was happening, Aya was coming with a loud
cry, spilling himself all over his hand and the bedcovers and clenching his already
tight muscles around Brad, who only needed a few more thrusts to come too with
only a little groan that went unheard over Aya’s panting.

As soon as he regained his
breath, the taller man withdrew from Ran’s body, took his clothes and went to
the bathroom to clean up.

 

Aya’s body just fell limp
onto the mattress, and without even realizing it, all the shame and all the
pain he was containing came out as he cried with his face buried on a white
pillow.

 

Tsu zu ku…

 

 

[1] I swear, babies are scary
creatures. If one of them has ever grabbed at your finger or hair you’ll
probably know what I talk about.

[2] You’ve probably seen
the pic with Ran holding a cigarette. He’s wearing what I think are leather
pants and a red shirt with a few buttons undone (my computer’s screen is a
fucking shit that shows the colors like you have a pair of pink/purple
sunglasses on, so I can’t be sure of the colors). No matter how I hate the guy,
I have to admit he looks good.

 

Etoo… I think this is the
first lemon I’ve ever uploaded, and well, it took me the longest time to finish
typing and correcting it (I had written it in a notebook), and the result is
this shit. Gomen ne. *sighs*

Today I’m keeping my notes
short, so let’s go talk about what will happen in the next chapter!

 

Next time… Aya will deal
with what happened at the hotel, Crawford will continue with his “let’s break
Weiss” plan, and some more Omi angst!

 

Please, leave me reviews
with your opinions and all. I need them, especially for this chapter that was so
hard to write! You know that any comments will always be welcome!! ^__^

 

Hasta luego!