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Unwanted Desire	By : mysticalsky Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 01: +OBSSESSION+
Disclaimer: I do not own Omi, Takatori Mamoru, or any character in Weiss Kreuz. So DO NOT sue me, I'm going to broke if anyone of you ever do that…… sniff!

Warning: RATED NC-17 for Omi torture and gang rape, anything that satisfy my raging hormones and lust on our cute little Bombay. Kids! Don't go poking around here, you are warned!!!

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It was another mission night.

Behind the bushes, 5km from a Government office building in Shinjuku, a teenage assassinator was blowing warm breath into his freezing palms. Coded Bombay, he was commanded to station at his point, awaiting signal from Abyssinian.

Dressed in long-sleeve shirt, protected by his black sleeveless jacket, he wore a pair of black tight little leather shorts for his bottom (Imagine his attire in OVA). Despite his usual winter dressing, he was still cold and almost freezing, but this would not prevent him from rejecting the mission.

"Our target is Schwartz-the remains of Eszett in Tokyo. My white assassinators, defy these villains of their tomorrows." Persia's orders echoed in his mind.

'Schwartz, murderers of Ouka, I will not let you off alive.' grinded Omi.

The temperature of the night had dropped till 4 degree Celsius, considering winter session in the non-snowing part of Japan.

"Get onto your guards, Farfarello sighted 24 o'clock 10km from my station." Balinese reported through the transmitter.

Omi tensed.

Suddenly, red flames exploded in the far distance, where Balinese was stationed.

A scream was heard over the transmitter. Yoji's scream. It was filled with pain and anger.

"YOJI!" Ken yelped.

"I'll proceed to Balinese's aid, stay where you are!" Aya commanded: "Bombay, locate all enemies' position now!"

Omi scanned through his potable laptop. His unregistered fear became true, all blinking spots representing location of recruiters of Schwartz and Schwartz members were vanishing one by one in alarming speed, someone was playing with their system.

"Bad news, guys! System hacked, RETREAT!"

"3 minutes from now to our meeting point!" commanded Aya.

"Roger!"

Swiftly, Omi closed his laptop. Their mission was foiled. He had to admit Schwartz was the toughest target (after Schreient) to meddle with; the team was too good.

A dark figure loomed behind the teen silent as a ghost. Hands closed round his body. A cloth covered his nose and mouth. It smelt of drug.

Panicked, Omi struggled and attempted to shoot a punch with his elbow to his attacker's abdomen. The hand holding the cloth tightened. Nausea swept over and strength seemed to drain from all limbs. He felt himself getting weaker. Omi knew the drug was taking effect.

'Save me, guys………..' Omi pleaded silently before his final bit of conscience left him.

Silence like pumas, three more figures emerged.

"Got the little neko." Schuldig smirked, still holding Omi from behind: "time to start our job." He released his hold of the cloth and let it fall onto the ground. While Schuldig was pressing Omi's body to his own, Crawford moved forward to search and discard whatever detector he could find so that the other WeiB members would not find Bombay.

"This is going to humiliate WeiB for fouling our plans again and again." Nagi snickered. "How will they think when we send a dead Bombay to Koneko no Sumue Ie a few days later?"

"This is going to hurt God." Replied Farfarello, licking his knife.

Schuldig smiled and said nothing. Pulling the unconscious boy over his shoulder, he looked once again at the captured child, he had a different plan.

The fun was only beginning.

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The orange hair Schwartz member loomed over the large luxurious sofa where the blonde child was laid. Golden locks sprawled in a wonton manner across his tender rounded cheek. His arms were placed on his abdomen and his thighs slightly spread, revealing a small bulge between his largely exposed legs beneath his leathery shorts.

Subconsciously, Schuldig reached his hand to rub between his own legs. Was it him or his pants getting tight? He moaned softly at the sight of the exotic looking youth on the large soft sofa. He looked so vulnerable, sexy and small. Schuldig felt his desire going wild.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Crawford's voice entered his mind. "I could smell lust all over your veins."

"You should have seen this. He is too fucking good to be slaughter." Returned Schuldig.

Crawford was now besides Schuldig. "Agree." He snickered and moved forward. He ran his large hand caressing on Omi's inner thighs. The boy whimpered slightly, shrunk from the foreign touch and opened his eyes, revealing his baby blues.

Seeing the two enemies hovering above him, Omi sprang up from the sofa, but was pinned back by Schuldig with a hand. Omi flew a kick, but the same man used his free hand to grab his raised knee, giving the two men an excellent view of what was between his legs.

"Let go of me!" Omi yelled angrily, trying to force a brave front. Deep inside, he was trembling so much that he feared he would go crazy. He put a hand into his jacket.

"Looking for these?" Crawford held out his darts. Schuldig released his hold from the boy. Instantly, Omi jumped up. Knowing he was no match for the two, he made his way to escape from the room.

A strong arm encircled his waist from behind and pulled him close.

"Let's have a game, shall we?" Crawford mocked causally. He enjoyed the terrified look on Omi's young face. With his large crystal blue eyes, his long graceful golden locks before his ears and feminine facial appearance, he looked like a young pretty teenage girl instead of a cold-blooded assassinator. To be precise, Omi was much prettier than any girls he had seen in his life.

Omi felt the other hand slipped up and pulled down the zip on his jacket very, very slowly. Omi struggled, but Schuldig moved fast and grabbed his wrists. Crawford's smirk widened. Freeing the jacket from the youth, he untagged the shirt from the waistband of his leather shorts and explored the youthful body in within. Omi gasped as fingers rubbed in circles on his flat stomach and moved upwards to pinch his nipples. Behind him, Crawford leaned forward and ran his tongue over the boy's tender neck, biting into him to draw blood. At the same time, Schuldig moved closer and captured the delicious looking young lips with his mouth, prying them open and rubbed his prey's warm tongue with his rather savagely.

Omi struggled harder, but with him sandwiched between two strong men, he was powerless. Something cold and hard clenched round his wrists. Omi looked down to see his hands handcuffed before him.

"How shall we continue?" Schuldig released the boy's mouth and stared at the other man questioningly.

"Watch me." Crawford replied lifted the boy from the ground.

Omi yelped in surprise. If it was an ordinary teen, he would have flew countless of curses and swearing. But this was Omi; the boy was not accustomed to such languages and could only stare helplessly as his enemy carried him into the bathroom with the second one following behind. He was too young and innocent to know what was in store for him.

Omi closed his eyes tight, expecting some beatings or plunging of water into his mouth like what he had saw in World War II movies. Instead, he felt warm water fell onto his body, sticking his thin shirt and shorts to his skin. He opened his eyes.

Schuldig licked his lips. He was getting aroused. The clothes were sticking around the boy, showing his slender waist and the bulge of his crotch. Crawford laid the drenched boy on the slippery ground and pulled his wrists above his head. Omi could see hunger and heated desire in the neatly dressed man's eyes. Something slowly dawned on him.

Rape!

No wait, he was a boy and the two before him were men, how were they going to do that? He only knew men would rape females, but boy and men?

Crawford could not help enjoying the confused look in the large beautiful blue eyes beneath him. He must be still a virgin. Crawford's snicker grew. He loved virgins.

"Hey, let's get it done, ok? I can't wait." Schuldig grumbled impatiently and moved forward to pull the boy's shirt up while Crawford reached lower and wandered his hands up and down the boy's inner thighs.

Omi clenched and unclenched his fists and grinded his teeth. He struggled again as he felt Schuldig leaning forward to his exposed body, blowing warm breath over his drenched body. Schuldig captured one rosy nipple with his teeth and nibbled roughly, enjoying as the boy whimpered and shivered slightly in pain. One of his hands reached for other nipple and played with it unfairly, rolling it until it turned red and swollen from the treatment. His other hand was not idle. It was moving in circles over his flat stomach, accumulating heat.

At the same time, Crawford had finished his enjoyment of the boy's smooth thighs and he reached to squeeze the boy's crotch through his shorts. Omi cried out. Crawford laughed out cruelly and pumped his hand over the boy's manhood. He grabbed one of the boy's knees with his free hand and pinned his other leg with his own weight to prevent the boy from kicking. He pumped faster and harder, ignoring the boy's pleads and constant begging to stop.

Omi felt two fingers suddenly holding on between his jaws.

"You are arousing me even more, kitten." He heard Schuldig said. Looking up, he saw the orange hair man unfastening his pants, freeing his length from the enclosed. It was hard, long and thick.

Omi shivered in fear.

Schuldig's grin widened and thrusted his length into the boy's warm wet mouth, moving and hitting it against the back of his throat. Schuldig buried his hand into Omi's hair and pressed the boy's head onto his groin. The warm flesh around the mouth moved against the length, sending moans from the tall man in dominance.

"You should try it, Crawford. He's good." Schuldig groaned heatedly.

One thrust. Two thrust in and then out. He reached his climax and moaned out loud as his seeds busted in the boy's mouth.

Crawford watched and freed his length from his pants. He reached and pulled the boy's shorts from his legs. Omi felt tears welling uncontrollably up his eyes. He could not bear to think further.

"Give me a hand, will you?" Crawford grunted rather impatiently and released his hold from the boy's crotch, lifting the boy's legs over his shoulders, showing an excellent view of his ass.

"Hai, hai!" Schuldig replied and straddled on the boy's stomach, his length deliberately moving up and down the boy's body so that he could not move.

Omi felt something cold and wet squeezed into his entrance. A thick finger poked in, moving around inside. The feeling was strange, and……….. painful.

Crawford moaned to himself. It was warm and tight inside. His finger moved and abruptly rubbed a spot. A strong feeling jolted through Omi, making him almost jumped up. It was strange……… and worse, he seemed to like the feeling.

No, he can't! He will be disgracing the other members of WeiB. Omi tried to bite back a moan.

"Oh good, the kitten is enjoying it." He heard Schuldig said. He glared back at his enemies.

The second finger dug in. Omi grinded at the discomfort. The two fingers scissored inside him, moving and rubbing so hard that the boy felt like been torn apart.

This was not the worst.

He felt the fingers withdrawn and sighed inwardly. Suddenly, without warning, Crawford plunged his thick length inside him. Omi screamed in pain and struggled harder, but in vain.

Heated panting and moans haunted his ears as he struggled against the sudden unwanted intrusion inside him. Crawford was too big! The man thrusted deeper into the boy.

Omi felt more tears running down his cheek. To make matters worse, Crawford was moving in and out, moving faster and harder, ignoring the pain he was inflicting to the young beautiful child beneath him. Water vapours clouded Crawford's sunglasses as lust grew in his maddened eyes. Omi was so warm and tight and his flesh clenched nicely around his length.

He knew he was about to come.

As expected, he reached his climax and his cum shot and hit mercilessly onto Omi's prostate. Omi did not enjoy this; the pain was too much for him. His tears flowed even more.

Crawford withdrew himself from the boy and pulled the boy in a kneeling position. Schuldig moved from behind and pulled the boy's hip up so that only his limbs met the ground. He squeezed more lubricant into the slightly bleeding entrance and plunged into the boy. He moved his free hand between the boy's thighs and stroked the boy's stilt on his small crotch unfairly. He fingered the tip and ran his hand up and down the boy's length, grinning more as the boy's soft organ hardened and climaxed in his hand. Crawford pried open the boy's parted lips and thrusted his length into his warm mouth.

Omi was too weak to resist. He was torn and hurt between his legs and his handcuffed hands hung limply from his suspended body. He could only wept silently to himself as the two men fucked him from both sides.

All his prides, his innocence were gone overnight. He was a fucking toy to his worst enemies, to the Schwartz. How would the others think if they know about this? Will they still want him back to the team or abandon him like what his father did 10 years ago?

He did not register when the two men pulled out from him and cleaned blood and semen from his wounded body. He did not register when Crawford dressed him, lifted him from the ground and carried him to a large comfortable bedroom, laying him onto a soft bed. He did not even register when the two men left him locked alone in the room, leaving him staring blankly at the moon lit sky outside the large classic looking glass paneled window.

He only felt tears running down his exhausted face until they dried. There was nothing left for him anymore.

*

"What do you think of him, Schuldig?" Crawford smiled.

"This little angel is too good to be return back to that florist shop." Came the other man's reply. "He is much worthy than I thought. Takatori Reiji is such a fool to abandon his son like that. I would have fuck him hard if I were him."

The room was immediately filled with the two men's laughter.

-The End? Maybe-

Updated: 18 January 2004
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