The erotic sight filled Aya with lust and he felt himself harden in anticipation. “Beautiful,” he murmured appreciating the long graceful lines of Yohji’s body.
"Yes he is, isn’t he?" Brad eased Aya from his lap and touched Yohji's face, caressing his lover gently, feeling Yohji shiver in response.
Aya stood up and walked round Yohji running a gentle hand down his blond lover’s back as he went. “So,” he said to Brad, “how do you want to do this?”
Goosebumps rose on Yohji's skin and he shivered at Aya's touch.
"So many possibilities," Brad mused as he sat up on the couch.
Yohji didn't look up, but the two could see he was smiling. His cock was also hard and ready.
"What do you think, Aya? Should we have him pleasure us without getting what he wants or should we take turns fucking him?"
Yohji lowered his head, "Please.... masters.... Fuck your pet."
Brad's gaze widened and he looked up at Aya, "So we're his masters now? Interesting. And here I thought he was wearing the collar just because it looks so pretty around his neck."
Aya shook his head. “No, for him to be wearing it at all means he wants us to be his masters.” He smiled. “Even if it is just for the rest of the afternoon.” He thought about what he wanted but also about what the blond needed. “Both,” he decided. “Make him wait.”
Brad tapped his index finger on his chin, his expression thoughtful. "Yes. I like that, but there's no reason we have to wait is there?" he asked.
He scooted forward on the couch and took a good grip in Yohji's hair before pulling the blond forward. "Suck me," he ordered.
Yohji reached for the buckle holding Brad's pant and there was no way either man could miss the way his hands shook as he started to undo the buckle.
Brad raised an eyebrow and met Aya's gaze. He was smirking.
Aya smiled in response and reached round Yohji to take his cock in his hand, stroking it just enough to bring his lover to full hardness and then letting him go.
"Has anyone told you that you're a bitch, Aya?" Yohji asked as he freed Brad from his clothes and bent forward to touch the tip of his tongue to the head of the American's big cock.
Just that little taste had him drooling in anticipation of more.
“Both of you, quite frequently.” Aya made no apology for it. He’d ceased trying to fight his own instincts and personality some time ago. “But I’m your bitch.”
What Yohji was doing felt good, but Brad gave Yohji no indication he felt what the blond was doing.
Brad shook his head. "No, Aya, he's our, bitch. Right now you're a master, keep that in mind." His eyes glittered, lust and amusement shining in them. He winked at Aya. "And he's being very disrespectful of you. Maybe you should punish him."
Aya thought about that. Up to now, Yohji had been the dominant one in most of their games. It was time for some payback. “We need to build ourselves a properly equipped dungeon,” he remarked as he removed his belt, “when we can finally settle.”
He doubled the belt up and brought it cracking down on Yohji’s ass. “You want bitch, you’ve got bitch.”
Yohji gasped, pain tears leaping into his eyes. His ass hurt already from what Brad had done, but when he tried to get up, he found both of his wrists in a grip of iron as Brad held him in place.
"Damn it Aya, that hurt," he complained.
"I don't recall telling you to stop," Brad remarked coldly.
"And I don't recall asking to have my ass beat..."
Brad's gaze went positively icy. " Yohji, you offered to be a pet and we accepted. You can't back out now."
"You’re both bastards! I knew it was a mistake to play this game with you!"
Brad lifted his gaze to Aya. "Yes, I think you're right about that. We do need somewhere we can properly punish him. He's obviously forgotten his earlier lesson."
"No I haven't," Yohji muttered before he lowered his head and took Brad's cock into his mouth.
Not just him, Aya was thinking, but kept his thoughts to himself as he brought the belt down on the other ass cheek.
Yohji gasped, his whole body jerking at the pain tearing through him from his much too tender ass.
"Don't think about the pain, Yohji. Think about my cock as it thrusts inside you," Brad told the other assassin.
Angry eyes glared at him through the fall of golden hair and he could clearly hear Yohji's mental reply, *I'd rather think about beating the shit out of both of you.*
Brad sighed. He'd been so hopeful when he'd seen Yohji in the collar, but he should really have known better. He'd yet to see Yohji truly yield himself up as a pet in any of his visions.
He was willing to let any of them fuck him, but not accept the subjugation that would really get both of them sexually excited enough to fuck Yohji the way a pet would get fucked.
Aya frowned and brought the belt down even harder. *I’m tired of you beating the shit out of me, now it’s my turn. So stop your whining.*
The rest of his thoughts he carefully kept out of the link, but his imagination ran wild with thoughts of what he’d like to do to his lovers if they were really at his mercy. Sometimes that side of himself worried him but mostly not. He was a killer after all, so what difference did being perverse make?
The skin split slightly where the belt hit and Yohji jumped, body going tense.
And this time Yohji couldn't help it. He actually whimpered at the intensity of the pain coming from his ass. He was bleeding, he could feel it. His eyes closed and he took a shuddering breath as tears ran down his face.
Crawford's reaction to that pained cry was immediate. He let go of Yohji's left wrist and grabbed a handful of hair and started to thrust into the man's mouth, a groan of pleasure slipping from his parted lips.
"Shhh..." Brad murmured. "Just breathe. We'll make it better later."
"F... fucking b... bastard..." Yohji choked out.
Aya ran a cool and soothing hand over the tender flesh of Yohji’s ass, knowing instinctively that pain needed to be tempered with pleasure in order to intensify both.
Brad pulled Yohji's head up, since Yohji had already stopped the blow job. "If you want pleasure from us, you have to earn it, Yohji. And that means you need to show us how much you want us."
"Fuck you!" he whispered, but Aya's hand felt good on his tortured skin, so cool and gentle and despite it all his cock was hard as rock.
Brad sighed and took his own belt off.
"Oh no! Not a fucking chance. No more. Hell no!" Yohji said and tried to get off the floor before Brad could take a turn beating him.
"Do we need to get the handcuffs?" Brad asked.
“No,” Aya said quietly. “Yohji just needs to get over his fear and denial.” He cracked the belt against Yohji’s thighs a few times and then again across his back before leaning over him to whisper in his ear. “Admit it, Yohji, you need this.” He licked the blond’s earlobe before moving away again.
But Yohji's reply was an effort to shake his head, trying denying Aya's words. The fist in his hair kept him from moving his head very much, and Brad wasn't letting go.
He didn't want the pain. He kept telling himself that, kept refuting the evidence to the contrary. But he was still so hard, his cock throbbing with the need to be touched, his balls aching.
"Stubborn," Brad remarked as he pushed Yohji's head down. "Pleasure me, Kudoh. Earn what you want from us."
"Stop it," Yohji choked out. He could barely breathe. Barely think.
Brad frowned. "Very stubborn." He pulled Yohji's hair and leaned forward to grip the erection between Yohji's thighs. "But Aya and I can see this, and if you weren't getting some sort of pleasure out of what Aya was doing this wouldn't be hard would it?" The American questioned harshly. "So admit it, Yohji. Admit this is what you want from us."
"No!" This time Yohji's voice was shaky, full of fear as he tried one last time to deny Crawford's words.
*He's getting close to accepting this. A little more persuasion should take care of it,* Brad told Aya.
And Aya beat his lover again, interspersing the crack of the belt with gentle, soothing strokes of his hand over the heated flesh.
Yohji moaned, body trembling, tears leaking from his eyes. "Please stop," he begged softly.
"No Yohji. Not this time." Brad stroked sweat dampened hair from his lover's face.
"Don't make me do this. I..."
"Shhh..." Brad soothed as he tipped Yohji's head up and kissed him deeply.
Meanwhile Aya had moved down Yohji's body until he was able to run his tongue across the blond's buttocks, following the tracks of the welts he had raised, before moving again and applying long, lascivious strokes to the crack of his lover’s ass.
He was almost as afraid as Yohji, terrified of what he was capable of doing to any of his lovers.
Terrified yet utterly turned on.
"He's going to come if you keep doing that. Don't waste it, Aya," Brad said as he went back to kissing the blond. Watching Aya belt whip Yohji, seeing the blond's reaction to the pain had left Brad so hard he thought he was going to split.
But Aya knew what he was doing. Having soothed Yohji with his tongue he took his belt to him yet again, the pain even more intense on wet skin.
Yohji screamed, Brad's mouth muffling the cry.
The blond was shaking again, sweat breaking out on his body, face flushed with the pain-- pain that burned through his brain and brought back memories he didn't want to remember.
This time he knew Aya wouldn't relent until he surrendered, until he admitted that the agony was what he wanted.
He started to sob, the tears flowing fast down his face.
He felt Brad kissing the tears away, felt him stroking his shoulders, touching and he didn't even have to look into the man's eyes to see the emotion playing there. Lust. Inferno desire.
And he knew that he'd see the same kind of look on Aya's face if he turned his head.
"Aya... Aya..." he moaned his lover's name.
“Hush, Yohji,” Aya said gently as he brought the belt down yet again eliciting a low moan from Yohji this time.
Brad slipped off the couch moved Yohji so he was partially supported by the furniture. The blond was trembling, no longer coherent. "I think he's just about ready, Aya."
Aya nodded and threw the belt aside before going to Yohji’s head, squatting down and kissing the shaking blond passionately.
“It’s okay,” he soothed before nodding to Brad. Yohji was definitely ready. “Now you get your reward for being so good.”
Brad slicked himself down with some lube and dropped to his knees behind Yohji. The heat of the blond's ass, the way he jumped when Brad touched him was almost more than the American could take.
He leaned over Yohji's back and kissed Aya. *Thank you for this,* he whispered into his lover's mind right before he thrust himself into Yohji's waiting ass.
Yohji gasped at the intrusion, at the pain from his ass as Brad's hips hit the tormented skin, as his hips were gripped in powerful hands.
Aya smiled at Brad and undid his flies, releasing his cock which was as hard as polished stone and weeping pre-come. He placed it to Yohji’s lips and gave a little grunt of approval when the blond took it in without any fight.
Yohji sucked Aya's cock, tears dripping into the curls of red-hair at the base. He pushed his wrists into Aya's hands, wanting to be restrained but unable to ask for the missing part that would mean he'd fully submitted to his masters.
He moaned at the thought. Terrified and thrilled, unable to believe he wanted what they were doing, but not really willing to fight it.
Brad thrust into the blond hard, seating himself deep and showing Yohji that the pain wasn't over just yet.
Aya took the offered wrists in one hand, effectively restraining the blond without resorting to cuffs or bonds. He ran a finger over the skin inside Yohji’s wrists in an idle caress before giving himself up to the pleasure the blond was giving him.
Behind Yohji Brad started to move, thrusting into Yohji fast and hard. Yohji groaned and matched the pace of his mouth on Aya to Brad's.
Aya leaned back and gasped as Yohji began moving his head at a hell of a pace. Gods but it felt good. He tangled his free hand in the blond hair urging Yohji to go even faster.
Crawford fought for a semblance of control, but it was hopeless. Watching Aya work on Yohji, hearing the blond's cries and pleas had worked him into a frenzy of lust.
And when he raised his gaze from the welts on Yohji to see the pleasure flushed face of Aya-- it was too much.
Groaning Brad came, thrusting deeply into Yohji.
Aya didn’t hold out for much longer and cried out as he came in Yohji’s mouth feeling immense satisfaction as the blond swallowed willingly.
Brad was still breathing hard when he pushed Yohji down on the floor and took the blond's cock into his mouth, sucking until Yohji cried out and came, his hips bucking eyes gone glassy from the blend of agony and pleasure turning his mind inside out.
* * * * * * *
In a small café just round the corner from the hotel Schuldig groaned suddenly and almost dropped his coffee. “Farf… I think we may have a few problems,” he said to his companion when he could. “Apart from the fact that Yohji, Brad and Aya are unshielded right now, Yohji is highly emotional.”
Farfarello looked aggrieved. "Can't the three of them find another hobby besides fucking one another blind? Shit even the two of us manage to watch a movie without getting into a clinch every half hour." He got up and tossed some cash down on the table. "We better get back there."
Blue eyes stared as Schuldig realised something else. *Ramon is coming round. We have no time to lose!* He jumped to his feet, only just remembering in time not to use his telepathic speed in public. It was another sure sign of the state Yohji was in.
*Run Schuldig. Hell with not freaking the mundanes. You've got to get back there fast,* Farfarello told him. *I'll see if I can locate Aya-chan and the others. We might need their help.*
*Good idea.* And then it was as if Schuldig had never been there as he moved in a blur of speed too fast for human eye to follow. Seconds later he passed unseen through the hotel foyer and into the elevator. The ride up seemed to take forever but finally he reached their suite.
Brad was lying on the floor, staring at nothing in a way very familiar to the telepath. His head was on Yohji's thigh, and the blond's eyes were closed, his whole body shaking, tears seeping from under his eyelids.
Aya was on the couch with his eyes closed and Schuldig could feel the wash of completion from him. He sighed, wondering if they’d taken the game too far this time.
*Brad?*
But there was no conscious answer from the precog. Just speed of thought flashes of the future burning through the man's mind so fast they left the telepath reeling from the contact.
“Shit! Aya, get your ass off the couch and separate these two. Now!”
Orchid eyes flickered open and Aya eyed Schuldig groggily. Then he giggled. “Hi Schu. Come to join the party?”
Realising he would get no help from the other redhead, Schuldig pushed Brad and Yohji apart, hissing in sympathy when he saw the state of Yohji’s back, buttocks and thighs. His eyes narrowed in anger. What had the stupid bastards been thinking?
Yohji whimpered, shivering on the verge of shock from the pain and the drain of Brad's visions.
Brad blinked slowly and a beatific smile spread across his face.
*Nagi? Are you anywhere near the hotel?*
*We’ve just called the lift, Schu. Farf said something was wrong but not what it was.*
Schuldig breathed a sigh of relief. *I’m not sure how serious the situation might be but I daren’t move Yohji and he needs to be got warm quickly. Has that damned elevator arrived yet?*
*Yes and we’re on our way up. What’s wrong with Yohji?*
*He’s had the crap beaten out of him by one of these two imbeciles!* Schuldig’s anger spilled into the link and he felt Nagi wince. *Sorry, Nagi, that wasn’t directed at you.*
He cut the link and surveyed the scene before him again. The door opened to admit Nagi and Ken. Nagi gasped at the state of Yohji’s body before he blushed at all the nudity.
Ken just stared, face gone a little pale at the sight of the damage done to Yohji. "If this is Brad and Aya showing their love, god help anyone either of them hates," he muttered.
*Never mind all that. Get Yohji warm!*
Brad blinked, the smile widening. "Perfect," he mumbled. "So very perfect."
The door of the hotel suite opened and Zeshin and Aya-chan came in, both of them breathless from running. "What happened?" the leopard-boy asked. He noticed the state of undress of the men in the living room and spun Aya-chan around. "What the hell is going on now?"
“You, of all people, should know exactly what Aya’s capable of,” Schuldig spat out, “especially when encouraged.” He turned to gaze at Zeshin and sighed. “If Aya and Brad had done this to each other, then fine but Yohji is a battery and they’ve just overloaded him. Stupid! Stupid! What were they thinking?”
"Aya-chan you don't need to see this," Zeshin said and ushered her toward the bedroom she was using. "And yeah, I know what Aya is capable of but she sure as hell didn't need to know."
“Oh stop it, Zen!” Aya-chan was obviously becoming exasperated. “I know exactly what my brother is capable of. I’m not such an innocent not to know.” But he was right that she didn’t need to see it and so she let him lead her away.
Ken looked at Nagi, "Put him in our room for now. I think they've got that guy in their room."
He glanced around the room, "Has anyone seen Kai?"
The door opened on Kai and Farfarello. “I’m here, Ken.” His eyes widened and his brows rose at the sight that met his eyes. Then he frowned. “Nagi, can you get Yohji onto a bed please. He needs healing.”
Nagi nodded and floated Yohji into the air and towards the room he shared with Ken. Kai followed him in and very deliberately shut the door on the rest of them.
Schuldig glanced at Ken and Farfarello shrugged and turned his attention back to the two naked men waiting for one or both of them to recover before giving them a piece of his mind.
Brad blinked, shivered and struggled to sit up, discovering that he wasn't quite in control of his body. There was a roaring lion of a headache trying to take control of his head, and he swallowed uneasily as the taste of bile rose in his throat.
He clenched his jaw and refused to be sick.
And that was about the point he noticed all the eyes watching him.
“Have you finally lost it, Brad?” Schuldig demanded. “What the hell were the two of you thinking?”
Brad rubbed his temples, fighting the pain behind his eyes. "No, I haven't lost it, Schuldig."
Aya’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Schuldig before seeing Ken and Farfarello and realising he was stark naked. He made a gab for his pants, leaving Brad to deal with the sudden influx of spectators.
The precog glanced at Aya then frowned. "Where is Yohji?"
"In our bedroom," Ken told him. "He should be safe from the two of you there since Nagi's with him."
Brad glared at the former soccer player. "Shut up, Hidaka. You don't have a fucking clue what we did or why..."
"No? What do you call beating someone until they look like that? Fun?"
Crawford gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but his legs didn't want to work yet. His headache was also getting worse courtesy of the boneheaded jock.
Farfarello put a warning hand on Ken's shoulder and shook his head. *Schuldig, you might want to tell him to shut up before Brad loses it and shoots the idiot.*
Aya, having climbed back into his pants, glared at Ken. “You always have to interfere in other peoples lives, don’t you Hidaka? You belted me once before when you thought I’d ‘betrayed’ Yohji and now you’re jumping to conclusions again. Just do us all a favour and butt out.”
Ken shook his head and left the living room, going into the small kitchen and getting himself something to drink. It was pointless for him to say anything to the two older men. They weren't going to learn until they really did something terrible to Yohji but, as Aya pointed out, that was their business.
*Well, that saves me the job,* Schuldig sent to his lover. *There’s more going on here than meets the eye.*
*Of course there is. This is Brad, Schuldig. You know everything he does has a reason of some sort. I just fail to see exactly what he might have accomplished by beating the hell out of Kudoh.* He headed for the bedroom where Yohji was. "I'm going to make sure he's okay."
Before he reached the door it opened and Nagi stepped out. “He’s fine, Farf,” he said quietly. “He’s asking for Aya and Brad.”
"Go," Brad told Aya as he finally got his legs to cooperate enough to get himself into a chair.
*He's hurt himself, Schu,* Farfarello commented as he watched Brad struggling just to make his body function.
*I can see that.* Aloud the telepath said. “You in any fit state to explain what that was all about, Brad? Unlike Ken, I wouldn’t normally ask but you overloaded Yohji and you haven’t done yourself much good either by the looks of things. I don’t believe you do anything without a good reason but you might want to share it with your rather pissed off team.”
"Later," was the muttered reply as Brad lay his head on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. "Go find something I can take for this headache, Schuldig. Something strong enough to put me out for a few hours."
Farfarello's face was twisted into something between anger and annoyance. He opened his mouth to say something scathing but got no farther than that.
"Don't say it, Farfarello. Not if you really want that horse of yours."
*Farf, go and get him his damned painkillers. I’ll deal with the rest.*
Schuldig stepped forward and gently eased Brad onto the couch so he was lying down. He covered him with a blanket stripped from his own bed and brushed wayward strands of hair off his face.
“I’ll wait till later,” he said, “but not too much later.”
Brad fumbled and wrapped his hand around Schuldig's. "I know how to beat them, Schuldig. I know how to beat the bitch that's controlling them too."
Cerulean eyes widened. If abusing Yohji had given Brad that much information perhaps it wasn’t too high a price after all. Only time would tell. Schuldig squeezed Brad’s hand in return and allowed himself to consider a future where they no longer had to run or hide.
* * * * * * *
Kai looked up from his work on Yohji to frown at Aya. “Did you do this or was it Brad?”
Aya didn’t grace the question with an answer, instead going straight to Yohji and kneeling by the bed so their faces were level. “Nagi said you wanted to see us.”
"Where's Brad? Is he okay? I--" Yohji glanced at Kai, "He was pulling energy from me faster than that cross-time jump to Sacramento."
Aya reached out a hand to stroke Yohji’s hair. “Brad will be okay. He’s suffering a bit from the backwash right now but I think he got what he was looking for.”
Kai finished healing Yohji and sniffed. “Okay, I’m obviously missing the bigger picture here so I’ll leave you guys to it.”
Yohji caught the younger man's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Go take care of Brad, he needs you Kai, more than you know."
Kai blinked but nodded and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Aya sighed. “Brad and I aren’t too popular right now. We’ve been chewed out by both Schu and Ken already. And I think my sister and Zen are only waiting for the right opportunity to say their piece. You’ve got a lot of friends, Yohji.”
"Well you know how Ken is, he'd never understand something like this."
He reached out and caressed Aya's cheek, pulled him closer for a tender kiss. "I love you, Aya. I love you so much."
“I wasn’t sure if you’d hate me.” Aya returned the kiss and continued to stroke Yohji’s hair.
Yohji closed his eyes and leaned into Aya's touch. "If I didn't want that, do you think you could have forced me to accept it? I wasn't even handcuffed was I?" He sighed. "You know about my past, about that mission. I... had a lot of emotional scars. You healed them, Aya."
He took Aya's hands in his and kissed both of them, following it up by kissing Aya's mouth, his lips parting to allow Aya entry if he wanted it.
And Aya did want it, his tongue darting in to gently dance with Yohji’s.
*I saw some of Brad's visions, Aya. I can do more than boost a talent, I can also keep someone from using their power.*
*That would make sense considering one of the first things you did was give Schuldig some peace.*
Yohji pulled Aya into bed with him continuing their kiss. He held his lover close, relishing the feel of the slender body in his arms, the feel of hard bone and firm muscle, the way Aya fit in his embrace so perfectly.
Tears filled his eyes, *I love you Aya.*
For the first time Yohji let Aya see everything that had been done to him when he'd been a helpless captive, the beating, the rape, the humiliation and the terrible disgust as he'd reacted to the pain and degradation by becoming aroused.
*You've freed me, Aya. You and Brad made me see that there isn't any shame in what I am, or how you've made me feel, and I love both of you.*
Aya held him close as he accepted the visions without comment, his own remorse dying in the face of Yohji’s mental words.
*We love you too, Yotan.*
*Yeah, you'd have to love me or you'd never put up with my shit.*
Yohji was still kissing Aya. *I'm pretty high maintenance, Aya. You sure you want to keep me?*
*Oh I think so. Besides, Kai could never handle you on his own.* There was a chuckle and a flood of warmth over the link: Aya’s inner fire, hot enough to burn.
*You’re mine, Yohji. I might lend you out occasionally but I’ll never give you away.*
*Good. I... need to belong to you, Aya. I want to be yours forever.* He snuggled closer to the younger man and let Aya feel how safe and secure it made him feel, how loved he felt when he was in Aya's embrace.
*About Brad...* he started. *He needs you too Aya. More than I think either of us realized, more than I realized until today. You're his world, Aya. More important to him than anyone else, even the rest of Schwarz.*
*I know, Yohji. I also know that he loves you too. Like me he finds it hard to show it sometimes but he does.*
As if to give the lie to his words he snuggled almost impossibly closer to Yohji.
*He's learning. So are you.*
Yohji curled, protective and loving, wanting to shield Aya while wanting Aya's protection from his own demons.
It was comforting to have Aya in bed with him, and tired as he was from the drain on his energies, he was quickly asleep.
Aya waited until his breathing had evened out in deep sleep before extricating himself and leaving the room. They would have to find somewhere to put Ramon but that was the least of his problems right now. Now he had to deal with the whole Crashers issue.
Unlike Brad he knew Queen would not be a problem for Yohji. Apart from the fact that she was happily involved with Bishop and had been for some years, she simply wasn’t Yohji’s type.
Crashers had been good to a confused and enraged boy who had been betrayed by his first team and simply wanted to kill to help erase the pain so he was putting his trust in them now.
Farfarello looked up from the Spanish language magazine he'd been flipping through as Aya entered the living area of their hotel suite. "How's Kudoh?"
“Healed, happy and asleep.” He wondered if everyone was still pissed at him and Brad but he wasn’t going to ask. The mood would become apparent soon enough.
"He needs to eat," the Irishman reminded Aya. "And if you're wondering, Nagi moved Brad to his room, and Ramon is being watched by your sister and her attack kitten."
Aya smiled slightly at the description of Zeshin. “Has anyone eaten?” he asked. “If not can I leave you to organise room service? I need to reply to Crashers.”
He owed them their freedom from Kritiker.
"We've eaten. Ken's gone out to cool off. I told him to go swimming until he either drowned or got over himself." Farfarello tossed the magazine on the coffee table and reached for the phone. "I'll order food for Yohji. What about you? Do you want anything? Tea? Coffee? A proper implement of torture?"
Aya sighed slightly. “Tea and a sandwich will do me thanks. You needn’t order thumbscrews though.” He stopped, thinking about that. “Unless they’re for a Takatori or two.”
"I know a place in Shinjuku that has great torture implements. We can go by there on our way to visit Mamoru," he replied as he dialled. "But if you'd like some restraints or a riding crop, I found a shop not too far from here that has everything you need to properly train any two footed pet."
He paused, "Yes I can hold."
Farfarello winked at Aya. "I'll even buy whatever you like if you let me watch next time."
Aya raised a brow. “You do still want your horse, don’t you?”
But the shop did sound interesting and Farfarello’s attitude let him know that emotions had subsided somewhat.
"Well yes, I'd like to get Cloudy, but you have to admit Yohji is one fine piece of ass," he replied. "No, I've been on hold. Yes I'd like a chicken salad sandwich, a ham on rye-- mustard-- and a steak dinner. Rare. Baked potato, a green salad and two slices of apple pie. Yes. Ice cream? He likes vanilla with pie. Charge it to our room. Yes, green tea, a pot of coffee and a carafe of orange juice."
Farfarello hung up the phone. "I hope chicken salad is okay. They're out of tuna."
“Chicken salad is fine.” He glanced up as Schuldig came out of Brad’s room.
“How is he?” they both said at once.
“Brad’s getting over the backlash. Yohji?”
A smile crossed Aya’s features, the softest expression Schuldig had ever seen on his face. “He’s fine.”
Schuldig exchanged a glance with Farfarello. *Am I right in thinking Yohji enjoyed that?*
*Yep,* Farfarello replied. *He's a boy who wants to be Brad and Aya's toy. I suspected it when I was fucking him. He was enjoying the little taste of pain I gave him too much not to be a closet pain junkie.*
*Well they need to get the psi side under control or it will not end well. Brad’s a fucking mess. Mind you, he now knows how to bring the whole Rosenkreuz house of cards tumbling down.*
*Sounds like Brad planned for their little game to get out of hand, doesn't it?* Farfarello held his arms out to his lover.
Schuldig walked straight into his lover’s arms and held him close. *Yes, it does rather.*
Aloud he said, “Brad wanted me to tell you that you can contact the Kritiker people without needing to worry about any Takatori hearing about it, Aya.”
Aya nodded and opened Nagi’s laptop.
*How is he really, Schu? He looked like hell.* He nuzzled his lover and sat down, pulling the German into his lap to cuddle him. *I don't like it when he pushes himself like that. I keep thinking one of these days he's going to fry his brain.*
*He’s got the mother and father of all headaches and is very shaky on his feet. I’d ask Kai to take a look at him if I didn’t think he might just kill him at the moment. Hopefully, when this is over, he can stop pushing himself.*
*Not hopefully, Schu. He stops or we stop him.* He kissed down the man's throat and nipped him playfully. *And I don't care how mad he gets either. He's got to stop before something awful happens.*
*Yeah, you’re right.* He was watching Aya tapping away on the computer as he answered Knight’s e-mail. He smiled as the sight of the eartails and long uneven bangs brought back memories. *He looks so cute with his glasses perched on the end of his nose. Maybe he can get through to Brad where we can’t.*
*Him or Yohji. I don't think they're going to let Brad keep risking himself. They both love him.* He kissed Schu, *He is cute isn't he. So is Yohji.* He turned aggressive with his kiss, *You're more than cute, you're beautiful.*
Schuldig smiled into the kiss. *So are you, you crazy Celt.*
Farfarello grinned. "Crazy am I?* He kissed Schuldig deeply. *When this is done, I'm going to let Kai restore my eye. I don't want to have to relearn everything about fighting, but when it's over...* he groped Schuldig, his fingers teasing across the man's crotch. *I want both of my eyes so I can really look at you.*
*Mmm sounds good to me. Your eye is like liquid gold. Er… shall we take this elsewhere before he starts yelling at us?*
Farfarello stood up, the German in his arms. *Guess I'll be missing out on my ham sandwich, but that's okay.*
"We're going to bed Aya. You can handle room service can't you? And the steak and pie is all for Yohji."
Aya glanced up. “What about Brad?”
“Out for the count but you could always give him Farf’s ham sandwich.”
"I know he drugged himself for the pain, but what did he take?" The Irishman frowned, "That's something else that I don't really like, him being that far out of it. He couldn't even tell us if there was any impending danger this time."
“He told me before he passed out,” Schuldig said soothingly. “No problems in the immediate future, Aya to contact Crashers and Ramon to be left strictly alone. He should come round in three to four hours. I made sure to give him only the lightest dose of that stuff he used to use on you when you got out of hand.”
He led Farfarello away to their room leaving Aya to compose his e-mail in peace.
Yuushi,
I want you to know that I’m not a traitor, that I did what I did due to numerous betrayals that I could no longer live with. Literally.
I can either drop clues about St Janarius or tell you where we are. Either way, you are safe from Schwarz, old and new.
Ran.