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Thicker Than Blood	By : SylverIce2 Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1420 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Brianna stood in the hallway, frozen
by what she’d just seen. She’d thrown
on a robe and followed Aya when he didn’t return immediately. They’re together like this, but worried
about…me. Worried that I worry… She closed her eyes as realization sunk in.
Yohji saw us. He saw what Aya did to me. He saw me…. She stepped backwards, wanting to retreat to her room, but Yohji’s
head turned.

            His smile
was small, but he held a hand out to her, not letting go of Aya. “C’mere.”

            She walked
towards them hesitantly, not wanting to intrude. Aya turned when Yohji spoke, his expression calm, and he moved to
make space for her to step into their arms.
She stood stiffly between them, and Yohji chuckled. “What’s the matter, jo-chan?” She shook her head. The blonde assassin snuggled her closer to
them. “Our Ayan has a very talented
mouth, ne?” He laughed when both blushed.
“You two are so cute.” Aya rolled his eyes, allowing himself to be
pulled closer, putting an arm around Brianna’s waist to steady her.

            She looked
up, not sure which of the two men to look at, and finally just closed her eyes.
Oh god. Too much, too fast, too everything. They could make me fall. She fought her natural reaction, but a tear
still trailed down her cheek. They’re
going to get mad. I was bad, I didn’t
do what they wanted. Bad. Always bad, never enough, never good enough…

            Aya bent his
knees so that he was level with her, and kissed the moisture away. “It’s all right.” Her eyes opened, and she smiled at him, just a little. Yohji leaned down and pressed a kiss to each
cheek, his arms wrapping around both of them protectively.

            “It’s always
going to be all right, jo-chan. We won’t
let anything happen to you.” His voice
was husky, soft and low, and Aya’s other arm slid around her waist so that she
was encircled by them both.

            “You’re going
to get mad.” She finally leaned against
them, the warmth of their bare skin filling up the cold places inside of her.
Brianna couldn’t let go of herself enough to return the hugs, instead
keeping her arms wrapped around herself.

            “Mad?” Yohji chuckled. “I can’t imagine at what.”

            “Because of
what we did, Brianna-chan?” Aya’s calm
voice wasn’t as dispassionate as he usually sounded. Trickles of emotion were seeping in, coloring the words, and deepening
the color of his lavender eyes.

            She nodded
silently, shrugging her shoulders. The
two men exchanged a look over her head, Aya tilting his head slightly as Yohji
raised an eyebrow. They both nodded,
silently, Yohji’s hand sliding down Aya’s back to run across the top edge of
his pants. The younger man grimaced,
his own hand sliding over skin to pinch Yohji’s side. The blonde assassin didn’t jump, but stuck his tongue out at his
sometimes lover.

            “Brianna-chan,
no one is angry. Why should there be
anger over something like this?”

            “Because…because…there
wasn’t permission. I was bad, and I
did things when I didn’t have permission.”
She shivered, trying to pull her robe closer around herself. Aya shook his head, moving in to press his
body against hers.

            Yohji caught
the edge in her voice. Dominance. That bastard broke her until she wasn’t allowed
anything without his say so. “Permission,
jo-chan? Who’s going to give you that?
None of us own you.”

            “Someone always
has to give permission. How else would
I know when I’m being a bad girl? Without
permission, I’m just…a…a naughty bitch,” her voice caught on a sob, hands raising
to cover her face. “And if I’m that,
then I deserve…deserve what I get.”

            Aya froze,
every muscle in his body going rigid. Fury
was written in every line of his lean form. Yohji understood the feeling, as rage was filling
him up as well. But out of the two of
them, he also was the only one who understood the world that Brianna’s ex had
plunged her into. “Brianna. If you’re a naughty bitch, what happens to
you? What is it that you deserve?”

            “I deserve…to
be beaten. Whipped and chained until
I prove that I can be a good girl. Until I prove that I’m not just…just…a bitch in heat.” The answer was just a breath, barely a whisper
of sound, but Yohji heard her.

            I’m going
to hunt this guy down and kill him. Slowly.
He stepped back, his fingers wrapped around Aya’s wrist to bring the
redhead with him. Brianna stood by herself, in the dim light
of the living room, and sobbed. She
fell to her knees as the two men withdrew their support. “Why a bitch in heat, Brianna? You’re not a dog, are you? Why do you deserve to be treated as one?”

            “Yohji…” Aya’s protest faded away as his partner shook
his head. The knowing look on the older
man’s face made Aya feel a little better.

            “I…I have
to…without…it’s so hard, being good. I
– I can’t always do what Master wants, and then I’m bad. I’m bad, and I have to be punished.” She leaned forward, her head pressed to the
ground, her words growing stronger as she fell further into her past. “If Master is unhappy, then I deserve what
I get.”

            Yohji knelt,
pulling her up to look at him. “Who
is Master, Brianna?”

            “Master is…Master.”
Her eyes, normally expressive, were blank.
She looked vaguely puzzled at the question, as though it were obvious,
and she couldn’t understand why everyone didn’t know.

            “What if I
told you that I am Master now?” Yohji
shook her a little when she didn’t respond.
“Brianna, you’ve been given away. You’re
mine now. Mine to do as I please.”

            Slowly, comprehension
dawned, and she nodded. “Master gave
me to you.” She pulled free from his
grip, kneeling in front of him, lacing her fingers together behind her back,
and bowing her head. “New Master now.”

            Yohji motioned
for Aya to join him, as he stood up. “Two
Masters, now, Brianna.” He raised her
gaze to him, and pointed at himself and Aya. “Two Masters. You have to listen to both of us.”

            She nodded,
then lowered her gaze from them. “Am
I a bad girl, Masters?” Her body was
tense, braced for them to say yes, to hit her.

            “No. Brianna is not a bad girl.” Yohji glanced at Aya, who repeated his words.
The older man tugged Aya to stand with him, the taller man’s arm wrapped
around the redhead’s waist. “Sorry, Aya.” He whispered, so that the girl couldn’t hear. “But she’s lost in a headspace you’ve never
had to deal with.”

            “Un.” Aya’s gaze never faltered. “Fix her, Yotan. Just like you did me.”

            “Brianna.” The blonde nudged her thigh with his foot.
“I want you to get dressed, and wash your face.
We’re going to have dinner out tonight.”

            The girl moved
quickly, more quickly than Aya would have thought she could from the awkward
position she’d been sitting in. The
two men were swiftly left alone in the living room.

            “What now?”

            “Now we see
what happens while she’s getting ready. Either
she starts to understand, or she needs us to be her Masters, but either way,
we should be able to shore up a little of the damage. I think.”
He sat down, running his hands through his hair and dislodging his ponytail
holder. “I hope.”

            Aya picked
the scrunchie up off of the ground, and slid behind Yohji on the couch. His fingers, callused from the sword, scraped
the blonde tangle back into a semblance of order, and affixed the hair-tie around
the mess. Yohji patted his thigh in
thanks, leaning back into the younger man’s embrace.

            Brianna was
digging through her closet when her mind clicked back on. She slumped sideways, leaning against the wall,
and slid down to sit on the floor. I
did not just do that. I did not just
offer myself up to them like that…I told them things that…oh, god.
What must they think of me? She raised shaking hands to her mouth, her
stomach turning.

            She tried
to beat down the nausea, but when she remembered kneeling in front of them,
asking whether she was bad, her stomach did an extra flip, and she stumbled
to her feet, racing for the bathroom.



            The two men
looked up as she dashed through the hallway into the bathroom. Yohji stood to follow her, Aya nearly knocking
him down as he tried to stand at the same time, and they made their way into
the tiny bathroom. The artist was kneeling
over the toilet, retching. Yohji moved
in and brushed her hair back; Aya wet a washcloth with cold water and handed
it to the other man before going to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

            Brianna lost
everything in her stomach, aware that both men were hovering over her.
She was starting to dry heave when Yohji flushed the toilet; once the
acidic smell was out of her face, it was easier to breathe without causing more
of a reaction from her stomach. Slowly, she was able to sit up without throwing
up again. The washcloth brushed over
her face, wiping away tears, and settled at the back of her neck, cool and comforting.

            Yohji flushed
the toilet again, one hand holding the cloth steady. “You okay, jo-chan?”

            “Yeah.” She didn’t move, just sat and tried to settle
her thoughts along with her stomach. “I’m
sorry.”

            “Nothing to
be sorry about.” The assassin shook
his head. “I bet we’re the ones to blame
for this, anyway.”

            “No. No, it was…me.” She opened her eyes to see where they were. Yohji was sitting next to her on the cold tile
floor, while Aya hung back in the doorway, peering down at her with worried
purple eyes. “If you want to leave,
you can.”

            “If you’d
be more comfortable without us staring at you, we’ll go and sit in the other
room. But we’re not going to leave you
alone.” Aya’s voice cut off anything
that Yohji was about to say, but he just smiled and nodded in agreement.

            “But – I just –“

            “Just
what, Brie-chan? Thought that we’d flee
in disgust after discovering that your ex-husband was into BDSM, and slammed
you enough times that he finally trained you to be exactly what he wanted?”

            “It’s more
likely that we’d hunt him down and kill him for you.” Aya’s free hand tightened, opening and shutting like he missed the
weight of his sword.

            “What I am
when I get like that…it’s degrading, it’s not who I am, but I can’t help it.”
She sat up a little straighter. “That’s
another reason why I’ve stayed out of relationships.
I was always terrified to give anyone that kind of power over me again. But I could never figure out how to stop thinking
that way, how to take back that power.”

            “I’m not going
to lie. There might not be a way for
you to recover from that. He did a very
good job, prying at your weak points and filling them with what he wanted to
hear.” Yohji brushed a finger down her
cheek. “But if that’s what you need,
then we can fill the position for you.”

            “What?” Her head whipped around, and she swallowed
hard. Aya reached across and handed
her the glass of water. She rinsed her
mouth, feeling very self-conscious as she spat the water into the sink. “What do you mean?”

            “I’ve…been
a part of that scene. Aya hasn’t, really,
but I was always the one to get the undercover missions in those types of clubs.
If all you need is a master to give you permission or to make you feel
secure, I can do that. And Aya learns fast. He’ll pick it up quick.”

            “Ken won’t
like it.” Aya leaned against the doorjamb,
his hands in his pockets. “He’ll understand,
but he won’t do it. He’s not comfortable
with that kind of power.”

            “True.” The blonde squeezed Brianna’s hand. “So just me and Aya. But that will help, right? For you to feel better?”

            “It’s embarrassing.
To need this. To do the things that I do when I’m thinking
like that.” She traced the tiles, forcing
the words out.

            “There is
nothing you have to hide from us. Brianna-chan,
you’re who you are. And that’s a wonderful
thing. And we’re who we are.
That’s not so much a wonderful thing, but it does leave us with very
little room to judge anyone else. It
may not be the most feminist sentiment, but it’s damn sexy, watching you be
submissive.”

            She looked
at Yohji, starting from his bare feet, traveling up the leather pants and bare
chest, to the clear green gaze that smoldered with heat. When she looked at Aya, his face was flushed
slightly, and he looked a little embarrassed, but there was still the heat,
the dark look that hinted at sex. Both
men looked serious, and a little piece of worry fell away from her heart. She stiffened her spine. I’m not going to let that man ruin me for
life. I have a chance here. A choice.
And I have to try. “Then
just for you two. Let me be this, only
with you two. I don’t want to show this
side of me to Ken and Omi.”

            “Fine.”

            “That’s fine,
but if you’re going to freak about doing anything with Ken, we’ll have to make
sure that you have permission from us, so that you don’t get upset.” Yohji smiled and stood, reaching down to help
her to her feet. “Now, do you want a
shower? I was serious about going out
for dinner. We’ll get some good food
into you, and then…then maybe we’ll have to talk a bit more about this whole
master thing. There’s perks, right?”

            “Perks?” She set the cup down, taking the washcloth
from his hands and tossing it into her hamper.

            “Like touching,
and licking, and nibbling, and maybe a little bit of all of that from you, too?”
The lecherous grin was back in place, and Aya smacked him on the back
of his head.

            “Playboy.” The redhead snorted and left the room, Yohji
laughing and following him out, tumbling over his own feet like a large puppy,
whining, “Aya~aan!”

            Brianna closed
the door after them, turning the water in the shower on. As she stood under the spray, she began to
smile. There’s something to be said
for being owned, after all.
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