Title: "Bad Love"
Author: Fantom Fox
Author e-mail: fantomfox00[at]hotmail[dot]com (no flames please. you have been duely warned)
Series: Weiss Kreuz/??
Pairings: Schuldig x ?, Schuldig x Aya, Aya x ?
Warnings: Yaoi, non-con/rape, evil Schu warning. this is NOT a nice fic and is absolutely NOT FOR CHILDREN! (Yes, I have been hitting the dubs a bit too hard recently)
Archive: Crimsonvelvet.com. Ask first if you want it.
Dedications: Thank you, Sin

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It was the kind of night that seemed to bring out the worst in people. /Or the best./ It all depended on how you looked at it, really. Sometimes, the best a person had to offer was the worst kind of trade to be in. /It was all perspective./ Not that he was complaining. He loved his work. And the air that blew tonight made nights like these his favorite kind to work in. The darkness covered the park like the shadow of a cold hand ready to squash the weak underneath it. But he wasn’t weak. Far from it. The shadow was his own hand ready to strike. He was the one chosen to eliminate weakness from this world. It was his job to seek out those who deserved to die. /Or those whose death would be fun./ He was always up for a bit of fun.

Schuldig leaned way back into the bench and crossed his arms on his chest. So much for fun. The park was nearly deserted tonight. People must be able to feel the danger in the night. /They must know that a hunter is on the loose./ Schuldig smiled to himself. /It’s not like it’s Brad out here, sitting on a nondescript park bench in the middle of the night. I’m just a harmless, good-looking redhead waiting for opportunity to walk by. Don’t worry. I’ll know what you really want to do. I’m just good like that./ Schuldig stretched his arms out and rested them on the back of the seat behind him. /Come to me, my pretties. I know you want to play a little game with me. It’s safe. You know I’ll be good to you..../

Two young women walked across Schuldig’s line of vision, interrupting his mental monologue. The smile that spread across his face was both threatening and inviting. The women both blushed and grew tight deep inside. The Japanese woman tried to hurry her American friend along. What would her boyfriend think if she flirted with some red-haired demon she met in the park? But the American was reluctant to go. /Blond, fresh-looking. Mm, girl. Do you want to play?/ Her mind filled with desperate fantasies. /Not having a good home life? What kind of man is he?/ The woman’s mind opened up to him, and he looked inside to her most private thoughts. It would be easy to take her and bend her to his will. Too easy. /Almost takes the fun out of it./ The woman made a small sound of protest at Schuldig’s rejection. He began to weigh his options for tonight’s entertainment. The complete lack thereof almost made his choice for him.

Or so he thought.

Without warning, Schuldig released the blonde’s mind. Her friend tugged her hand. The American was dazed, unsure of where all those thoughts had come from. She blushed at the vividness of the mental images that had come to her mind, but she recovered quick enough. The two women hurried on their way, more anxious for some reason to get home to their men.

A new, more interesting target had presented itself.

“Aren’t you a little young to be out here by yourself at this hour?” Schuldig called out to the boy, walking alone, who jumped slightly at being addressed. Startled, the boy looked around frantically then carefully at the man on the park bench. He pointed at himself. Schuldig smiled at the boy’s confusion and nodded.

The boy started to get upset. “I’ll have you know I’m not that young. I’m nineteen.”

“Really?” /Wonderful./

The boy’s eyes went wide. “Who...?”

Schuldig stood. His voice dripped like honey, “Oh, you’ll know me soon enough.” He started to walk toward the boy. “Soon, you’ll know me very well.”

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Flesh rubbed against flesh as water ran over their bodies. It was tinted slightly pink by the time it made its way down to pool at their feet. Schuldig drew the blunt edge of a sharp knife across the wet leather restraints that held the boy captive. He jerked away as the cold metal touched the sensitive skin around his wrists. Schuldig grinned evilly.

“If you didn’t struggle so much, those wrists of yours wouldn’t be so sensitive.” He flipped the knife over and drew it gently over the wet skin of the boy’s arm, bringing its point to his neck. “Then again. If you didn’t struggle so much, I wouldn’t be having nearly this much fun.”

The boy held very still. He became very aware of the knife, the blade itself nearly the length of his hand. Before it had just been teasing and some very tight leather restraints. They were attached to a chain set in the wall, positioned to keep his hands above his head. The straps had rubbed his wrists raw. The knife was a new thing. He didn’t know what his kidnapper had in mind, but he knew that he wasn’t going to like it. The physical torment he could bear, but the mind games this man played....

“Oh, so you don’t know, little one?” The tip of the blade left his throat as Schuldig drew the blade across the boy’s shoulders. The water on his skin made it more sensitive to the sharp edge of the knife. Ever so lightly, it followed an invisible line of hairs. The boy squirmed under the edge and nicked himself. Schuldig leaned forward and licked the blood as it began to well up. The boy froze. Schuldig closed his mouth around the small cut and suckled at the wound. Against his better judgment, the boy rolled his eyes up in pleasure. The gentle sucking gave away to a sharp bite, and the boy jerked against the straps holding him. Schuldig drew away quickly. The water hit the fresh scratch and ran a crimson line down the boy’s body. Schuldig followed it with his eyes past the softest and most delicate of places. In one quick motion, from left to right, he pressed and pulled the knife down from the boy’s shoulder, streaking a large gash across his back.

The boy bucked under the sharp pain that ripped his back. He would have cried out but a gag was shoved in his mouth. The best he could do was groan deep in the back of his throat.

“Physical or mental. Pleasure or pain. It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same to me.” The knife clattered to the floor of the shower. Schuldig pressed his naked chest into the boy’s bloody back. His hands slipped around the front of the slender body. He could feel the thicker texture of the blood as it ran down his own chest, hot and furious against the assassin. Schuldig licked his lips and pressed the boy into him. The boy made a noise of pain as Schuldig rubbed his chest against the cut. It wasn’t deep, but it was long and at an angle so the friction tore sharply at the skin. Schuldig slid his hands down and dug his nails into the soft skin inside the curve of the boy’s hips. He drew his nails across the curve of the bone, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The scratches bled in a few places, adding to the crimson trails through the water.

Schuldig roughly pulled the boy off balance and turned him around to face him. He pushed the boy hard into the white tile wall of the shower, slamming his injured back and twisting his arms at a bad angle. The captive tried to scream in pain. Tears began to well up in his eyes, but it wasn’t due to the pain he was being forced to endure. /Missing your lover, little one?/ The boy’s eyes widened. Schuldig pulled the boy off the wall by his throat and eased the tension in his weakening arms. He then slammed him into the wall again, getting an acceptable cry. The tears that had been threatening now poured over. The boy began to shake with the emotion.

All this added to Schuldig’s excitement. He was feeding off of the boy’s fear and hatred. It swam through his mind like so many thoughts of that precious lover. It was those thoughts that heightened the experience. So much opportunity. Schuldig’s free hand followed the soft lines down the boy’s body. It lingered briefly on his stomach before going lower. Schuldig exhaled softly and smiled at his captive. “How soft. I could begin to get jealous.” Schuldig rubbed the boy’s shaft with gentle pressure as he held his balls in his hand. Despite everything else that had happened, the boy couldn’t help but get excited. Schuldig slipped his hands farther back and stroked his fingers over the opening. “I see he’s already had you tonight. Will he still have you after this?” The boy’s muscles tightened up, and Schuldig smirked. He was afraid. That was the worry that ran through the young mind the most. /Will you still be worthy of so fine a lover after another has had their way with you?/ The boy began to shake again. Schuldig removed his hand slowly, teasing. /And it’s not the first time is it? How many times have you been the innocent victim? How many times has it been in sacrifice for another?/ Under his captor’s prompting, all the thoughts hidden away came unbidden to his mind.

Schuldig pulled the boy away from the wall by his neck. The water hit him fresh and burned into the gashes and injuries. Schuldig released his neck quickly and grabbed him by the wrists. He flipped the boy around and pushed his front into the wall, red and slick with his blood. The shower water ran down Schuldig’s back, no longer touching the cringing body beneath him. Running his hand down and into the cut on the small back, Schuldig covered his hand with the boy’s blood. With renewed energy, the boy struggled against his tormentor. Schuldig rubbed his own shaft with the blood soaked hand. “It’s too late for you now. You are mine for the taking.”

The boy threw his head back as Schuldig entered him. He crashed hard, as far as he could go. The blood provided just enough lubrication to penetrate. As he pumped, that slickness began to run out. Schuldig rubbed raw against the inside of his prisoner. Pain and humiliation brought a new wave of tears to the boy’s eyes. How could he return to his love? Maybe this fire-haired demon was right. All he was... was a victim. Schuldig pounded with renewed vigor as he felt the fight slip away.

Suddenly, he stopped. Schuldig froze and strained as if he was listening for something. He pulled out quickly and held the boy upright by a firm hand on the back. He bent to grab the knife on the floor then reached over to shut off the shower. The whole apartment was then thrown into complete blackness. /Right on time./

Schuldig dropped the boy, who immediately slumped to the floor against the restraints, and stepped out of the shower. In the dark, he found his pants and slipped them on. He quickly wrung out his hair. He leaned close to the boy in the dark. “It appears we have a visitor. Now don’t go anywhere, little one.” Schuldig heard him give a small sob. He licked the palm of his hand, savoring the blood on the tip on his tongue. He patted the boy on his cheek and then left him in the dark. Silently, he left the bathroom and shut the door behind him. It didn’t take long to locate the uninvited guest. /This should be fun./

~~~~~

This was the place, he was sure of it. All the trails led to this apartment. There was no doubt in the assassin’s mind. This is where the bastard was holding him. He would get a lot of pleasure out of finally putting an end to this one’s existence. Aya stepped carefully through the dark, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, trying to locate his target. There was only one major problem.

It was too easy.

The building was right out in the open. The trail was too obvious. The clues all too laid out. It had to be a trap. There was no other explanation... but if that’s the way it had to be.... Trap or no trap, he had to take advantage of this opportunity. He had to attack when he could. It was personal now, and Aya was never one to let personal injury go unavenged.

A small sound drew Aya’s attention back from his thoughts. The sword made a soft click as he eased the draw. Too easy, too easy... a trained assassin wouldn’t give away his position by a small mistake like that.

A sharp blade materialized out of the darkness behind Aya and bit into the skin of his neck. “That’s what I would have thought, too. But here you are, a trained killer, giving yourself away by your very own weapon of destruction.”

Aya tightened his grip on the sword and focused on the voice behind him. He had found the fiend, but unfortunately, the Schwarz assassin had been ready for him. A trap. Too easy. Aya’s options were few, but he couldn’t just give in. He had to do something, even in his unfortunate situation. Without warning, he twisted out from under the blade, barely nicking himself. He brought the katana around in a full swing and tried to take the other assassin off guard.

But Schuldig was already moving before the swing even started. Metal crashed against metal and sent sparks flying. The smaller blade with better leverage swung the katana wide, away from where it could do any harm. He watched Aya’s arm bend hard backwards, and Schuldig stepped in. He threw his bare shoulder into Aya’s stomach, knocking him to the ground. The German landed hard on top of him and slammed all his weight into the smaller man.

The air got knocked out of Aya when he hit the ground. A sharp pain rode up his spine. . Schuldig pinned Aya’s wrists and leaned on him heavily, knee in his gut. Aya struggled futilely, muttering some choice words deep in the back of his throat. A smile crept across Schuldig’s face slowly. “Yes, yes. Get angry. Struggle. That makes it more fun.” Aya stilled instantly, and Schuldig laughed. The sound came out harsh and throaty.

Schuldig’s wet hair dripped down onto Aya’s face. He flinched as the cold drops hit his skin. Schuldig leaned in and licked the drops off Aya’s face with a quick flick of his tongue. “If you behave for me, little kitty, no one else has to get hurt.” He slipped down a little and ground his knee into Aya’s groin. “You wouldn’t want to cause unnecessary pain for my little hostage, would you? . . . I didn’t think so.”

A growl began to form deep in Aya’s throat. /Get out of my head, you invasive bastard!/ Schuldig laughed cruelly. “Oh no. This is part of the fun. You do what I want, I go where I want, or there will be more blood on these hands.” Schuldig ran fingertips across Aya’s lips. He forced his index finger into his mouth and put it on Aya’s tongue. Aya’s eyes widened as he recognized the faint taste of blood. He attempted to bite off Schuldig’s finger, but the Schwarz assassin was too quick. The sudden jerking did, however, manage to throw Schuldig slightly off balance.

Aya reacted quickly. He shoved Schuldig backward and shot to his feet. His eyes darted around the dark room for his sword. Giving up his search as futile, Aya turned his attention back to Schuldig, who had hit the ground and was already standing again. They squared off for only a fraction of a second before both were on the move. The flurry of motion ended with Aya’s face slammed into a nearby table. Schuldig held Aya down by the back of his neck with one hand. His other hand, still holding the knife, stripped Aya’s jacket down to his elbows, pinning his arms. Schuldig twisted the jacket to bind Aya’s wrists more firmly together. He stepped on the jacket so he could free his hand and leaned into Aya’s body, further restricting his movement.

Breathing heavily, Aya’s anger seethed out of him. His thoughts raced, trying to figure out how to react. What upset him the most was how easily the Schwarz assassin was able to get the better of him. It both worried and angered him that he was too distracted to be able to perform. /Perform?/ Aya bucked his body at the sudden voice in his head. He could hear harsh laughter rolling in his mind. Schuldig was enjoying himself more and more the angrier Aya got. Realizing this didn’t allow Aya to calm down. It further drove home the foolishness of his actions against his enemy.

Schuldig had begun speaking aloud, but Aya wasn’t listening. His anger started to cloud his vision, numbing his body and deadening his feelings. If he could abandon his reason for impulse….

A slap and a sharp sting brought Aya back to his senses. Liquid pain ran from the top of his back to the base of his skull. /You haven’t been paying attention, Abyssinian./ There was the sound of ripping material. /I’ll make you listen to me./ Schuldig tore at the back of Aya’s shirt exposing the pale skin underneath. He traced soft fingertips across the red marks of their struggle. Aya stilled under the touch. Lower down, Schuldig found small scratches that had scabbed over. He placed a finger on the end of each in the series of scratches. /Fingernails. A hand smaller than mine./ Aya’s muscles clenched up. /Whose are they, Fujimiya? Who’s the lucky girl?/ Schuldig dug his nails into Aya’s side and ripped the scratches back open. Strips of Aya’s skin were torn away, and he couldn’t resist a cry of pain. With renewed energy, he struggled against Schuldig, but to no avail.

A thought suddenly occurred to Aya. He was being held by his neck and four gashes bled his side onto the table. Schuldig had a knife earlier. Out of the corner of his eye, Aya could see the blade sitting not far form his forehead.

/You’ve forgotten yourself, Fujimiya./ Aya could see that Schuldig’s fingertips were dark with blood as he went for the knife.

The cold blade slid across Aya’s bare back. He was teasing. Aya growled, “Didn’t you want to talk, Mastermind?”

Aya could feel the look that crossed Schuldig’s face. With a spray of dark blood, Schuldig drove the knife into Aya’s left arm. Aya threw his head back, and a cry tore from his throat. /I prefer to let my actions do the talking. I had to make sure you were listening./ Schuldig released Aya’s neck and moved his hand to his lower back. Aya tried to wrench his body free only to find out that Schuldig’s other hand still held the knife firmly in his arm. His muscle tore under the twisted blade. This time Aya was silent. He grit his teeth.

Schuldig slid his hand slowly down Aya’s back and under the waistband of Aya’s pants. He curled his fingers under the top of black silk boxers and brushed his fingertips against the smooth skin underneath. Exploring, the hand made its way farther down along the curve of that skin and then glided slowly back up to Aya’s shoulders. Schuldig let his fingertips trail softly as he removed his hand. He heard Aya mentally fight the urge to struggle at his partial freedom. Schuldig smiled. /There, there.... Just relax./

Aya tensed up, and Schuldig laughed.

A weight pushed down on Aya’s mind. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to force the assassin out of his head. Pain ripped through Aya’s arm, breaking his concentration. A sudden impact on the back of his head sent black swimming through Aya’s vision. The weight on his body was suddenly gone, and he crashed to the floor. Aya tried to raise a hand but found he couldn’t move. There was a dark shadow above him, towering over his prone form.

/We don’t want to ruin this lovely jacket of yours./ Aya felt his arm being lifted and being freed from the twisted fabric. His mind cried out, but the body wouldn’t listen. Schuldig tossed the heavy jacket a few feet away. It landed with a clank as it hit the fallen katana. Aya moaned. Schuldig put a bloody finger to Aya’s lips.

Cold, slick fingers wrapped around the Weiss assassin’s waist and lifted him again. Schuldig tossed Aya’s body roughly against the table. Aya grunted on impact. Those wet fingers traced the curve of muscle on Aya’s back and slid to his front. Schuldig raised his victim to run his hands over that pale chest. Schuldig’s right hand went to Aya’s neck, pinning Aya’s good arm to his side. His left hand trailed down the tight muscles of Aya’s stomach. With one quick motion, Schuldig unfastened Aya’s pants and bent to reach lower. Wet fingers caressed smooth skin that was slowly growling hard and hot under his touch.

/Even now. Even like this, you can’t resist me./

Schuldig pressed his firm shaft against Aya. The leather pants stretched against the Schwarz assassin’s girth. Despite pain, anger, and exhaustion, Aya’s body began to react as Schuldig wanted. He stoked with greater energy and rubbed through their clothes with greater strength. Aya made a small noise, and Schuldig released him.

Aya sagged against Schuldig as he relaxed the grip holding him upright. Schuldig unceremoniously pulled down Aya’s pants and boxers and forced him down to the table again. He then continued to stroke Aya and pulled his own body away. Aya barely heard the sound of a zipper.

There was a brief pause, and Schuldig’s hand fell away. Aya laid panting on the table, trying to make sense of what was happening. The enemy he though he had learned so well…. Timidly, he tested his right arm, trying to push himself up. He managed to place his hand just under his chest. The strength hadn’t yet returned, and his head throbbed where Schuldig hit him with the hilt of the knife. Aya weighed his options and found there weren’t many left.

A wrenching pain ran through his head as Schuldig grabbed his hair. Aya flinched in anticipation for another blow. Instead, he felt something wet slide between his legs. The cry of protest that shot through his mind wouldn’t reach his lips.

But he knew Schuldig had heard.

Pain bit into Aya’s head at the moment of Schuldig’s entry. Aya bit his lip hard against the urge to cry out. Schuldig pulled the head full of bright red hair close to his lips. Into the bloody scalp, he whispered, “I can feel what you don’t want me to know. I know what you what. I know who you want….” /And I know that I can’t let you have that!/ Schuldig thrust deep and hard into Aya, banging the front of his body on the table. Aya opened his mouth, but no sounds would come. Schuldig tightened the grip on Aya’s hair until it started to give away at the roots. The fight was starting to grow in Aya again, but Schuldig was now determined not to give him the chance.

Still inside, Schuldig slammed Aya’s face into the table. His stomach scraped painfully against the splintered corner. Something in Aya’s left arm gave on impact. Schuldig released his hair and grabbed that useless shoulder. Bones moved as he squeezed. /Enough playing around, Fujimiya./

Schuldig’s free hand played softly at Aya’s back as he took the smaller man viciously from behind. Somewhere he had gotten lubricant enough to ease the passage. But like before, it wasn’t enough. Harder and faster, Schuldig worked his way into a frenzy. The blood and pain and anger rising to new levels, he needed more, but his plaything was running out quickly on him. Aya had to be bleeding internally somewhere from their fight, based on the way his strength was running out so quickly. /Oh well. You were fun while you lasted. Too bad. I expected so much more from you, from Weiss./

The knife appeared in Schuldig’s hand again. He drove it into Aya’s lower back at the same time he reached his end. With the hot blood flowing around him, Schuldig came slowly, painfully slowly….

He withdrew and tossed Aya to the floor. Schuldig stood above him. “This is it for you. At least now you know your place.” He fastened his pants and crossed the room. Seconds later, he threw Aya’s jacket over him. This followed by a kick to the ribs. “Sayonara, Fujimiya Ran.”

Schuldig slammed the door as he left.

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Darkness settled over the room. The silence that comes after a storm sealed away the crimes that had transpired there. Slowly, Aya pulled himself one handed off the floor. He fumbled around in the complete darkness trying to regain his bearings. Twice, the strength left his legs and he toppled to the floor with a small grunt of pain.

After many minutes of searching, he came across a doorknob. Aya leaned heavily on the door and listened. There were small clangs of metal and shallow breathing coming not far from the door, possibly lower to the floor. Aya scooted himself to the wall and twisted the doorknob slowly. He heard the breathing stop suddenly. Good. He’s still conscious.

The door fell open into the main room, and Aya stumbled into the doorway. Faint illumination from a cracked curtain threw silver moonlight across his body.

“Ran?”

Aya fell to the floor at the boy’s feet, who cowered crouched aside the door. In his hands, he gripped a pair of metal chains, which he dropped upon recognizing the fallen assassin.

Aya rolled over and reached out. “Shuichi. I’m… sorry… I couldn’t be here sooner…. I’ve failed--”

Shuichi grabbed Aya’s hand. “Ran, no! No…” His voice trailed off as he watched Aya’s eyes close. “Don’t… Ran, don’t leave me here.”

Aya’s hand began to relax. “I’m sorry…. Shuichi, I’m so tired…. Just… let me rest….” His body stilled and his hand fell from Shuichi’s.

“…Ran…”

“RAN!!!”

~fin~

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Kitsune's notes:

Okay, so the ? in the opening notes is Shindou Shuichi and the ?? is Gravitation, but I didn't want to give it all away right at the beginning. It's a pairing we call "three shades of red". Sounds like the name of a band...

And like I said before.... What were you expecting? Can't have a happy ending all the time.