Alec lay on the floor in a ball, his eyes tightly shut against the pain in his head. He couldn't look at Erik. Erik who, until a few moments ago had been older and now looked closer to the same age as Alec.
But at least he'd managed to borrow the former Weiss' power long enough to stop what was happening. Maybe Erik wouldn't be mad at him for not killing any of their father's team.
And maybe pigs could fly.
The small white haired boy had scrambled out of the way and now crouched off in a corner, well out of Erik's reach. The older silver haired boy was perched on a window ledge, staring outside, ignoring the goings on in the room in favour of watching some lesser talents being trained how to fight out in the courtyard of the schloss.
Without saying a word to any of his team mates, Erik got out of his chair and left the room.
Like Alec, Berger was dealing with the mother and father of all headaches. Still at least now they knew exactly what they were facing and it wasn�t a comforting thought. Mastermind had grown in both power and confidence whilst Crawford always had been a hard man to deal with. Rumour said the fourth member of Schwarz was a powerful telekinetic and the red-haired stranger had borrowed it to good effect.
He frowned. How could that be? Nobody shared power willingly.
He glanced up as the boy left the room a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The little lord�s arrogance was going to get them all killed unless he curbed it and quickly. Strong he might be, qualified to lead them he wasn�t.
* * * * * * *
Eric stalked down hallway after hallway, down flights of stairs until he reached his own room. He was shaking, angry, frustrated and scared all at once.
How could they have done this? How could they have stolen years from my age? Damn them! And damn that bastard who�s the leader of Schwarz.
Tears blurred his vision as he threw himself down on his bed. He wiped them away, angry with himself, and furious that his father had managed-- somehow-- to best him.
I hate him! I hate him! I want him to die!
* * * * * * *
Alec sighed. He knew he�d have hell to pay when Erik regained his composure and came back. The idea of what kind of new punishment his brother would concoct brought bile to the back of his throat.
I tried. I really tried. But that won�t matter to Erik. All he�ll care about is the fact that I failed. He swallowed the bitter taste of another wave of bile that rose in his throat and sat there staring at the wall, eyes a window to the fear that filled him.
He started to tremble, his mind inventing all kinds of terrible retribution. Of them all the two things he dreaded most were being locked into the sensory deprivation chamber and being handed over to some of the older RK agents who liked their sexual partners young and scared.
* * * * * * *
The woman didn�t bother to knock on the door. Instead she flung it open and dispassionately surveyed the boy who was supposedly her son. He must have got most of his genetic make-up from his bastard father.
�This is not the time to have a tantrum, Erik. It shows weakness to your team. Weakness that they might try to exploit. Now you need to make an example of one of them, even though you should have stayed anonymous instead of rising to Crawford�s bait.�
She studied her nails. �Alec got you into this mess, don�t you think he should pay for his crime?�
Erik wiped the tears from his eyes and stared at her. �Alec is useless. He always has been.� He glanced at his hands. They were smaller, he was smaller, his clothing no longer fitting properly. �Look what they did to me mother. And...� he raised his eyes to her, �I didn�t see this happening. How can that be?�
She shrugged. �While you�ve been playing little emperor and considering yourself invincible, they�ve been honing their skills and looking for ways to bring you down. Quite well I might add.
�As for what they�ve done, you�ll grow again. And don�t underestimate Alec. He stopped it going any further at least.�
�He still needs to be punished. He didn�t hurt them at all,� Erik replied. Then he started to think. If the one with his father could make someone get younger or-- perhaps-- older he might be of use to them.
�We have to capture that red-haired man and--� his voice trailed off as a face rose up in his mind. It was a girl-- Japanese, older than he was and certainly not as cute as his own sister.
�Aya-chan. She�s the real key to their power.� He smiled at his mother. �If we can get her, we can bring them down.�
He received a chilling smile in return. �Good, now you�re starting to think again. Much better than simply reacting. You�re right, of course, the girl is the key. And we need the biokinetic alive too. The redhead might be useful but he�s not as imperative so it doesn�t matter too much if he dies with the rest.�
�Now stop sulking and go back to your team.�
Erik nodded and got off his bed, frowning at the way his suit fit so poorly now that he was a child again. �I�m going to need new clothes mother. This is totally unacceptable.�
�Luckily I still have some of your clothes from when you really were that age. Came with me and let�s get you presentable.�
She led the way through the schloss to her own quarters. Once there she opened a closet that held all the clothes that Eric had grown out of over the years. �There should be something in there that fits.�
He searched through the closet and found the suit that had been his favourite at that age and took it down. He quickly found the shoes that matched and started to change.
�Isn�t there someone that can fix what they�ve done to me, Mother? I was so close to being old enough for...� he smirked, �delivering more adult punishments.�
She shot him a look. �You want to do that to Alec? I have to tell you it�s grossly overrated.� Her eyes brightened with some emotion that was hard to define. �Much better to watch.�
�I�d like the chance to decide that for myself, Mother,� he replied as he tossed aside his shirt. �No one in the organization respects me as they should because they see me as nothing but a child. It will be even worse now, especially where Geisl and Berger are concerned.�
�Berger was there, under attack himself and saw what happened to you. He knows you�re not just a child. Now stop acting like one and pull yourself together.�
Erik went silent. Nothing he ever said made any difference to his bitch mother anyway, so he didn�t know why he bothered to try to make her see things.
Of course there would be time enough to deal with her too.
Just like he�d deal with his bastard father.
�That�s better. Now let�s get back to the rest and try to retrieve the situation.� She opened the door and waited for him to go past her before closing it behind them.
The boy was too arrogant in his powers, but it didn�t matter. If he failed she had more genetically enhanced children she could choose from.
Erik finished getting dressed and followed her out.
She led the way back to where his team waited for him wondering as they went if they had it wrong and Crawford�s way was better. Giving herself a mental kick she realised that of course it wasn�t and that his way would get his team killed - well the unnecessary ones at least.
Lizette hurried to her brother, throwing her arms around him. �I was worried about you!� she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Erik gave her an annoyed stare and she quickly backed off.
�Sorry.�
He waved her apology away and sat down in his chair before looking up at his brother.
Alec visibly cringed.
Berger�s cold violet eyes watched with interest. He could easily be the one singled out for punishment as he had not done very well at all against Mastermind and that fact rankled as he�d always considered himself to be the better telepath. Somehow, though, he had the feeling that Erik was going to pick on his brother.
�You�ve failed me yet again, although, I�ve decided to be lenient as you did your best to protect me,� he stated coolly.
Alec shuddered and gave a quiet sob as he pressed his cheek to his brother�s thigh like a pet seeking his master�s approval. A hand started to slowly caress his hair and he trembled in relief.
Erik eyes raised to regard Berger with the same stone-eyed and cold expression. �You on the other hand proved to be only slightly better than useless.�
Berger bowed his head, acknowledging the simple truth of that statement. Something was feeding Mastermind�s power but if the kid didn�t want to know that and was hell bent on making an example of him, then it was his funeral.
Erik�s smile was cold. �Oh, don�t mistake me, Berger. I�ve no plans to kill you. Unfortunately I need your dubious services too much to waste your supposed skill as a telepath.�
He snapped his fingers and gestured the man over making it obvious that he wanted the man to come closer.
Berger approached the little lord, careful to keep the sneer off his face and his expression contrite.
�That is your prerogative, sir. If anything I can do will aid you, I am at your disposal.�
He felt sick even saying the words but he would obey the boy�s orders. It was the only way he knew after all.
Erik stared at the man. Dangerous and resentful of my dominion. I�ll have to make an example of him.
He raised his gaze to the silver haired boy who was at his usual place, perched on a windowsill looking outside. �Shinzo?�
The amber eyes regarded him. �Master?�
�Teach him why he needs to have more respect for us.�
The boy flowed out of the window and stared with dispassion at the telepath for a moment. His fists and feet were a blur as he started to punch and kick the telepath, his blows far harder than natural for a boy of his age or build.
Berger groaned and keeled over under the onslaught. All he could do was protect his head as best he could. He had none of Mastermind�s speed nor Crawford�s ability to dodge blows. All he could do was endure.
There was blood covering the telepath from the boy's claws, and more blood painted the floor and Shinzo both in bright shades of crimson.
"Stop," Erik ordered.
The leopard-boy froze with his hand raised to deliver another punishing blow to the cringing man. There was a slightly pleased smile on his lips and a glitter of bloodlust in his amber gaze.
"That will be all, Shinzo."
The boy bowed and returned to his window where he idly started to lick the blood off his hands.
"Like his genetic father, Shinzo is mentally impervious to the powers of a telepath. If he chose to kill you-- and I allowed it-- he could. If you do anything to harm me, be assured he will kill you because he is loyal to me."
Berger was too busy hurting to reply but he had the sinking feeling that they were all going to die due to this boy�s supreme arrogance.
Erik leaned forward and gripped the telepath�s bloody chin between his thumb and forefinger. �Yes, I�m arrogant,� he sneered, �but then every peon feels that way, don�t they Berger?�
The telepath raised bruised and bloodshot eyes to the boy�s face. He wanted to kill him, but carefully kept that thought shielded. �If you say so, sir,� he managed out of split and bloody lips. Then he fainted, embracing the darkness that claimed him.
�Useless,� Erik muttered. �Worse than that poor excuse for a telepath that I have to call my brother.�
Alec closed his eyes, his own shields at full capacity. I hate you so much, Erik. And one of these days I�m going to kill you.
* * * * * * *
�How long before they sort themselves out do you think?� Aya asked Crawford. After the Fights at the house and then the airport he was tired, jet-lagged and drained from the use of his talent. All he really wanted to do was sleep for about a week.
It was Schuldig who answered. �If they run true to RK form he�ll take out his frustration on one of the others. Then they�ll wait for that member of their �team� to heal. It�s fairly standard Rosenkreuz methodology.
"Erik has a nasty temper," Brad commented as he brushed at some lint from the sleeve of his suit coat. "And when he doesn't get his way he's prone to not only lashing out, but to sulking as well.
"And today, not only was he thwarted in the game he wanted to play against us, but he had a few years of his age trimmed off and none of his team saved him from that."
There was a ghost of a smile on the man's mouth as he added. "In short, he's quite the spoiled brat and he got punished today, so, since shit rolls down hill.... He's going to be very nasty to one, possibly more of his own team."
There was an amused glitter in Brad's eyes as he said, "And every time he punishes one of them it will make it easier for us to turn some or all of the other children against him."
�I can�t see us winning the girl over,� Aya-chan said with a shudder. �She�s twisted as badly as that telekinetic girl. The red-haired boy and perhaps the other two silver-haired boys but not her.�
�And both Geisl and Berger are beyond redemption,� Schuldig added. �They�re both too long in the tooth to change their ways now.�
Farfarello glanced at Zeshin, �I think those boys should belong to me since the one we�ve got belongs to Aya-chan.�
Aya-chan blushed and shook her head. �Zeshin belongs to himself, Farf, and that�s just how I like him.�
"Oh, well then, if he's his own man he can decide who he belongs to all on his own then can't he?" the Irishman asked, but he was grinning and his grin only got bigger when Zeshin blushed.
"The red-haired boy might be hard to save if he can mimic our talents," Kai mused aloud. But he was tired and any semblance of tactics was beyond him or anything else come to that. "Can we get some sleep now?"
"I think he's got a point," Ken remarked. "Yohji's done for."
"Am not," the blond muttered sleepily.
"Point taken," Brad agreed. "But I want at least two of us awake at all times. I'm awake so I'll take first watch. Who else is awake enough to keep me company?"
�I can manage a few more hours,� Aya said seeing Nagi surreptitiously rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
�Well I�m done for,� Schuldig freely admitted. �But four or five hours should see me right again.�
Aya shook his head and shot a worried look at Crawford. He hadn�t forgotten the state the vampire telepath had brought both men down to. �Let Farfarello and Zeshin take second watch,� he suggested. �They�ve only used their physical skills in the past few hours.�
Crawford nodded then got to his feet. "I'm putting Kudoh to bed, I'll be back out in a few minutes." He reached for Yohji but the blond pushed his hands away and got to his feet under his own power.
"I'm a big boy now, daddy, I can put myself to bed," he remarked as he stepped away from the couch. His steps were unsteady, but that wasn't anything out of the ordinary when he was that tired.
"And when big boys fall on their ass it hurts, so shut the hell up and let me help you or I'll have Farfarello tuck you in."
Yohji sighed, "Yes daddy."
Zeshin looked at Aya-chan. "You should go to bed too," he suggested as Crawford led Yohji from the room.
She smiled back at him. �Once I�m assured you�re sleeping and not pacing,� she said. �You�ve got second watch so rest.�
Aya rolled his eyes and helped himself to some of the sandwiches that Zeshin had returned with. It might be time to call room service and have something more substantial brought up for Crawford who hadn�t eaten much at all with all the fighting they�d done in the past forty-eight hours.
Farfarello got Schuldig to his feet and took his lover to bed.
Ken scooped Nagi into his arms. �We�ll sit the third watch, someone wake us up then okay?�
Zeshin grabbed a sandwich as he followed Aya-chan from the room which left Aya alone with Kai.
Aya took the younger man in his arms and kissed him. �You should get some sleep too,� he said softly. �Climb in with Yohji. He hates sleeping alone.�
Kai nodded and smiled up at his lover. �Seems fair if you�re out here with Brad.�
Aya chuckled. �Yeah but in no state to do more than talk and stay awake, more�s the pity.�
He tapped Kai�s ass with an open hand. �Off you go and look after the blond bombshell.�
Kai grinned, waved a hand and was gone, leaving Aya to gaze out of the window and wonder about an organisation that produced such twisted children.
Brad stopped to just look at Aya standing there in front of the window. He�d always enjoyed looking at the sleek swordsman. He liked fucking him even better.
Sighing he sat down on the couch. �All alone and not enough energy to fuck you into submission. What a pity.�
Aya turned from his contemplation of the city outside and smiled. �Yeah, isn�t it? Did Kai get in with Yohji? I figured Yohji could use some of his healing while he sleeps. Oh, and did you want something more than sandwiches to eat?�
Brad raised an eyebrow at all the chatter from Aya.
�Yes Kai�s with Yohji and you�re right. Yohji does need Kai. He�s worn out from all the use of his talent.�
He stretched and fought a yawn. �And yes I would like something to eat besides sandwiches, unfortunately you aren�t on the menu tonight.�
Aya joined Brad on the couch and picked up the room service menu. He perused it for a moment, one brow raised in mild surprise. �What do you want to eat? They provide just about everything including champagne suppers.�
He stole a quick, sly glance at the American. �I think that�d better wait for another night, don�t you?�
Brad just favoured Aya with a smouldering look. �Or not.�
He took the menu out of Aya�s hands and tossed it aside then reached up and got a good grip in the man�s red hair. He leaned closer, lowering his head to nip at the pale skin of Aya�s neck. �I�m in the mood for a delicately flavoured sausage filled with savoury cream. What about you?�
Aya actually blushed at Brad�s words but he lifted his head to give him better access to that sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. He did manage to say, �We�re supposed to be keeping watch aren�t we?� but it sounded half-hearted even to his own ears.
�We are. Can you think of a better way to stay awake than a couple hours of foreplay followed by an hour of serious fucking?� Brad asked as he nibbled along the man�s soft skin.
He worked a hand under Aya�s clothes, and found a nipple to pinch and roll gently in his fingers. �Or do you have something more exciting in mind?�
The only answer he received was a low growl and Aya leaning forward to catch his lips with his own in a hungry and passionate kiss.
�Shut up talking and get that suit off before I rip it off you.�
Brad smiled and pressed his free hand to Aya�s crotch, feeling the hard length of his lover�s cock. �I seem to have my hands full. Maybe you should help me get undressed.�
Aya regarded him solemnly for a minute or two before smiling. He reached out and undid the buttons of Crawford�s jacket before easing it off his shoulders to halfway down his arms. The knot of Brad�s tie was pulled apart and the useless �garment� tossed aside. Aya then started on the shirt buttons, undoing them slowly, one at a time until the planes of Brad�s chest were exposed to his gaze.
He licked his lips and pulled the shirt down to join the jacket, effectively trapping Brad�s arms. Then he leaned forward and took a raisin-coloured nipple in his mouth, sucking gently.
Brad gave a throaty almost growl at what Aya was doing, his head thrown back, eyes half-closed with the pleasurable sensation. The mild feeling of being helpless that having his arms trapped in his clothing gave added a sense of semi-dominance to what the younger man was doing to him.
Aya smiled inwardly at the sound and moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
Cock aching and painfully hard, Brad struggled with his clothes, trying to get out of them and found that without the ability to use his hands he was actually well trapped and unable to get free. �Evil kitten,� he groaned.
Aya gave him a smirk that was as cheeky as any that Schuldig or Yohji could come up with and started undoing his belt - very slowly.
�Very evil,� Brad added at the feel of Aya�s hands undoing his belt. He licked lips gone dry at the thought of what the younger man might have in store for him and what he might be planning regarding the use of the belt.
Brad�s cock jumped as he thought of the feel of leather striking his bare ass, but he�d leave it up to Aya. He wasn�t about to give the younger man any ideas that weren�t from his own nicely twisted mind. Not this time anyway.
Aya pulled the belt free and undid the button on the pants, using both hands to pull the edges of the cloth apart so that the zip slid down on its own. He freed Brad�s cock and ran a sword-calloused hand down the length of it, enjoying the feel of the silken skin and the thick vein underneath. He applied the gentlest of pressure on the head, watching as a bead of pre-cum formed in the slit.
Brad shuddered and moaned, the sound needy but ending in a demanding growl as he leaned forward and started to suck his lover�s pale throat.
Aya pushed him away after a moment of simply enjoying the feelings coursing through his body. Then he pushed some more until Brad was on his knees in front of the couch. He pulled pants and underwear down as far as the precog�s knees and frowned. There was too much material wrapped round his lover�s arms.
Brad was smirking and trying not to, but he knew Aya was about to indulge in one of their mutual fantasies and he couldn�t help the excitement burning through his veins.
Remembering the tie he�d tossed aside he retrieved it from the arm of the couch and pulled the shirt and jacket down further. Once they were close to the older man�s wrists he tied the tie around them and drew the shirt and jacket off completely. Nodding to himself in satisfaction he picked up the belt, doubled it up and slapped it hard on Crawford�s naked butt.
He�d let Aya do what he pleased just to get to that moment, the sting of the belt rocketing through him and wrenching a louder groan of pleasure from him.
�Such a wicked kitten. I love wicked kittens too, how perfect,� he murmured and waited for another kiss of leather on his bare ass.
�Just as long as you never forget that kittens have sharp claws,� Aya said and brought the belt down again, slightly harder this time.
Brad gasped his whole body shuddering as a few white points of pain-light burned across his vision. �I�d never forget that,� he replied, voice tight with the intensity of sensations coursing through him. �Nor will I forget that this particular wicked kitten swings a belt like a pro.�
Aya chuckled softly and slapped the belt down a few more times until Brad�s ass had turned a rosy pink. Then he ran a gentle hand over the marks he�d made, marks that told him the American was his to do as he pleased with. The thought made his cock twitch in his pants and he unzipped his flies freeing it from constraint.
�You said you wanted sausage,� he said, his deep voice full of emotion as he moved round so his erection was at the entrance to Brad�s mouth.
With the burn of the welts on his ass Brad was perfectly happy and eager to comply with almost any demand the red-head asked of him.
�So I did,� he agreed in a soft murmur. He opened his mouth, a glitter of wicked mischief in his eyes as he ran just the very tip of his tongue over the head of Aya�s cock.
Aya groaned and staggered slightly. Falling to his knees he let Brad do whatever he wanted to do with his mouth.
Brad pushed Aya down on the floor, shoving the coffee table aside so they had enough room. He was still tied up, but it hardly mattered as the American asserted his own control on the former Weiss. He took the head of Aya�s erection into his mouth and sucked gently, the tip of his tongue flicking over the slit, tasting pre-cum.
Aya groaned out his appreciation. Resting his weight on his elbows he stared down the length of his body to watch, revelling in the sight of the American with his mouth full of his �sausage�.
The Schwarz leader let the edge of his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, giving a hint of pain to his lover before soothing it with the sweep of his tongue and a rapid throating of the full length of Aya�s cock.
Aya thrust his hips upward in his need to be buried to the balls in Brad�s mouth. Then he relaxed again, letting the American take the initiative once more. It was always better that way, they�d found during their night of passion out of time that the pleasure was intensified if they worked towards it as equals.
Crawford sucked the flesh in his mouth, going slow, teasing and tormenting until he couldn�t bear the neglect of his own cock anymore. He stopped and gazed at Aya with feverish eyes. �My turn,� he growled.
�Yes,� Aya agreed. He let his hips sink to the floor and shimmied under Crawford�s body until he had his mouth directly under the precog�s large cock. He reached up a hand and caressed the back of it while licking it like an ice popsicle.
Another deep rumbling groan slipped from Brad as Aya�s skilful mouth wrapped around him. He twisted his body just enough to get one hand around Aya�s cock. He stroked it slowly to keep Aya in a state of arousal while still denying him the pleasure of release.
Aya used his mouth in exactly the same way as Brad was using his hand, enough to give him pleasure without release until, tired of the game he pulled away altogether and slid out from under the bound man.
The American raised an eyebrow in silent enquiry, curious to see what Aya had in mind.
Aya dug a hand in one of his pockets and retrieved a tube of lube with one hand while the other caressed the welts he�d made with the belt.
�I�m sorry, Brad, but if we keep this up for too long I�ll be too tired to keep watch.� He shook his head, the sight of Brad�s reddened ass too much to resist. �However�� He knelt behind the older man and leaned forward, kissing first the welts and then licking down the crack until he reached the hole. He licked all around it before spearing his tongue inside.
Brad's groan was much louder this time, his whole body shaking from what Aya was doing, his cock dripping pre-cum onto the carpet.
"Yesss..." he hissed out and pressed back against the invading muscle, wanting more, wanting something that could go deeper.
Aya pulled away, licking his lips to get the last of the slightly acrid taste left on them into his mouth and savour it. Smearing lube on his fingers he inserted first one and then a second, scissoring them as he went.
"Fuck me, Aya. Right now!" Crawford demanded as he considered turning the tables and breaking free of the tie that held him to take Aya over the coffee table.
�So impatient,� Aya murmured even as he moved to comply, withdrawing his fingers and pressing the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. He pushed in just a little way, teasing Crawford some more.
Crawford gave another growling moan and pushed back, trying to end the teasing. He turned lust-bright eyes on his lover, "You're just asking to be fucked with all this teasing."
Aya chuckled. �I wondered how long it would take you to catch on.�
Brad broke free of the tie holding his arms and moved so that Aya's cock slid free before he turned around and gripped the younger man's shoulders and pressed him back onto the top of the coffee table.
"Play time is over. Now you're going to be fucked until you beg for my mercy," the American actually grinned, "and as everyone knows, I grant no mercy."
Aya merely smirked back, a distinctly challenging gleam in the depths of his eyes.
"So that's how you wish to play this game is it?" Brad asked as he picked up the lube and slicked his cock down, his dark, smouldering gaze never leaving the former Weiss' face.
�No, just don�t have the energy to do a good enough job of fucking you until you cry for mercy.�
"Now that's a real shame," Brad said as he leaned in and set his mouth over Aya's in a kiss that made a close second to some of Yohji's better efforts.
Aya returned the kiss with total abandon until he dragged his mouth away. "Next time it�s your turn - or mine - but right now just get on with it, Brad, I can't wait any longer."
"So impatient," Brad murmured as he lowered his head to set his teeth to the tender spot between Aya's neck and shoulder. He bit gently, "Now where did you put that lube?"
Aya raised a languorous hand. The tube was still clutched between long fingers. �Here,� he murmured.
Brad smiled, "I seem to have my hands full of delicious assassin. Would you mind helping me with that?" he asked and nudged his cock gently against Aya's balls.
Aya gave a long-suffering sigh as he squeezed out a glob of lube onto his hand and began coating Brad�s cock. �Why do I have to do all the work?� he asked irritably but his eyes were full of good-humoured mischief.
Brad chuckled and nipped his lover's neck, "Because it feels better when you do it, and because it leaves my hands free to do this," and he gripped Aya's cock in his fist, pumping it slowly.
�Mmm, you have all night to stop that�� Then Aya became incoherent and pulled Brad closer lifting his legs round the other man�s waist.
Crawford smirked and slid his cock inside the red-haired man, his hand continuing the slow movement that was soon joined by the motion of his cock inside the heat of his lover's body.
�Oh�.gods�.yes,� Aya gasped out as the double dose of bliss took him over.
And Aya was lost in the pleasure, understanding now that he loved this man just as much as he loved Yohji. The thought caused no pain or guilt as he knew that Yohji and Brad were halfway to loving each other. He smiled inwardly as he thought of Kai who all three of them protected and cared for. Then he stopped thinking altogether as the pleasure built towards release.
Brad thrust faster, driving his cock deeper as his arms tightening around the slender swordsman.
"Mine," he growled into Aya's ear. His balls tightened against his body as he neared release, determined to hold out until he heard the sound of Abyssinian, his Abyssinian crying out as he climaxed.
�Yours,� Aya whispered, contentment as well as pleasure sweeping through him and conspiring to send him over the edge into an orgasm so intense that he cried out Brad�s name.
Hearing Aya's deep voice crying out his name as the pleasure overwhelmed the swordsman was all the incentive Brad needed to cum, and it was one of the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard.
He groaned and thrust deeply into his lover as he came, his entire body going rigid as he held the younger man to himself, shuddering with the emotions filling him: pleasure, satisfaction and love.
Aya let Brad simply hold him for a while, enjoying the peace after the emotional storm. He knew they still had major fights ahead but for now they could rest and enjoy each other.
His head started to droop a little and he realised just how tired he really was. It must be nearly time for Zeshin and Farfarello to relieve them. He moved away slowly and reached for his clothes.
Brad stopped him, but only long enough to take a lingering look at his lover's body. "We'll win this because you're mine and I have no intention of losing you, or Kudoh," he remarked as he ran a hand over his lover's hip and down one long thigh before he leaned closer and kissed the head of Aya's cock.
Aya closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment before saying, "We'll win this because we must. I don't intend to spend eternity running."
He pulled on his pants and frowned. All he really wanted to do was fall into bed in Brad's arms but something was nagging at him. "Do you think any of those kids are saveable?"
"I'm not ready to say yes or no at this point. A lot will depend on how the situation is handled." Brad stood and started to pull on his own clothes, stopped and reached out to pull Aya into his arms enfolding the younger man in his embrace, his hands stroking along the swordsman's torso. "I'll allow nothing to happen that might prove detrimental to us later."
He kissed Aya, "I love you even if you are a bitch sometimes." He smiled, "It's part of your allure."
�My allure?� Aya asked, one brow raised in sceptical amusement.
Brad smirked. "Oh yes. Ever since that stupid Human Chess business, I've desired you. Cold as ice stare, katana throwing fits and all." He kissed Aya gently then let him go.
�That wasn�t so much a fit as pure frustration.� He cocked his head to one side as a thought came to him. �Why didn�t you let me kill him then? You must have known you were going to let me kill him later.�
"Because if I'd let you kill him then, we wouldn't be standing here together now," Brad replied as regarded the beautiful man who was his lover. He kissed Aya again, murmuring against his lips, "And this was worth the wait."
�Did your gift produce that kind of patience or did you have to learn it?� Aya asked.
"Rosenkreuz and working for the Elders taught it to me. Working for that fucking idiot Takatori Reiji just reinforced the lessons."
Brad's hands started to explore Aya's body, and the American leaned down to nip the side of the pale neck.
"Figures. Leave the two of you alone for a second and you've got your clothes off," Farfarello said, voice full of humour as he dropped into a chair. "Don't stop because I'm here. I could use a good show."