I bundled my coat closer to my body as I slowly walked back t the flower shop. I had just delivered an extravagant bouquet of roses to a woman. I wished that someone would do something nice like that for me. I don't know if I would want flowers, because I saw flowers every day. But, something for me would still be nice. Everyone got gifts but me. Yohji would receive little trinkets from his man, many, many girlfriends. I was sure that most of them were underwear or bras or something. Schoolgirls would always send Omi things. And, Aya... Well, Aya always got flowers and blushing glances from the girls in the store. But, he'd been receiving presents lately that didn't seem like they would be from the girls at the store. They were always simply packaged, only Aya's name on them in neat kanji, as if typed from a computer.

I had to say that I was a little jealous, for more than one reason. Firstly, I was jealous because he got presents, and I didn't'. I was the only member of Weiss that didn't get stuff. Good old Ken, the forgotten assassin. The second I was jealous was because part of me wanted to send gifts to Aya. Ever since the day that I'd punched him in the face, I'd be enraptured. It hurt to see Aya blush, almost as red as his hair, when he'd get those gifts delivered, like hew was really in love. It didn't surprise me in the least that we didn't know who Aya's new girlfriend or boyfriend was. Hell, it wasn't a surprise that I didn't know if Aya was gay or straight. It also wasn't a fucking surprise that none of us knew what was being sent to the cold redhead.

My head snapped up as I heard a voice in my head. It sounded like my own conscience, yet not at the same time. It sounded familiar. My ears suddenly perked up, my hair standing on end. The voice in my head, familiar, yet not my own...

"Schwarz..." I whispered, clenching my fists. I slowly looked around me. There was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Behind you, Ken."

I gasped, spinning on my heel. There, standing in where my blind spot had been was the redheaded German member of our hated enemy, Schwarz. Schuldich, that telepathic bastard.

"That wasn't very nice, kitten." Schuldich pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket. "And, we technically aren't enemies, you know. We're only enemies when our missions are on opposite sides." He lit the cigarette, rudely blowing the smoke in my direction. "So, you're thinking about Red, are you?"

I blinked. Red? Sick realization hit me. He meant Aya. How long had he been spying into my mind?

I sneered at him, hissing slightly in the back of my throat. "Leave me the fuck alone, you asshole."

He laughed at me, gracefully flipping his orange hair over one broad shoulder. "Oooh, you're such a little kitten, Hidaka. I didn't see anything that everyone else can't see. Do you really think that Yohji and Omi are blind to your little affections for Aya? Do you really think that people are really that stupid?"

I glared at him, as best as I could, and turned on my heel, stalking away from him. As I passed him, his hand quickly reached out, grabbing my wrist. I'd forgotten that he was fast.

"It hurts that Aya is in love, doesn't it? Shouldn't you be happy for him? He's really happy, you know..." He laughed, leaning closer to me, so that his mouth was near my ear. "He's happier than he could have been with you..."

I stamped my foot and tried to struggle away from him, away from the warmth of his breath on my ear, away from his cruel words, from his soft hair, which was brushing my cheek. "Get off me, you fuck!"

He made a clucking sound, his lips brushing the curl of my ear. "Such a temper, Weiss. It will get you in trouble some day..." He released me, laughing. "You're very passionate with your emotions, Hidaka. I'd watch myself if I were you." He winked at me and strolled away, leisurely, like he'd never met up with me.

Damn him. I stormed away, in the direction of the flower shop. Leave it to that asshole to fuck with me, to make me feel like a loser. But, was he right? Could Omi and Yohji see right through me? Could Aya?

Stay outta my mind!! I roared mentally. I heart faint, nasally laughter, then nothing.

Schuldich was wrong. He was just fucking with me. Besides, what did I care if Omi and Yohji, or even fucking Aya for that matter, knew if I was eyeing the redhead. It's not like I was in love with Aya. I knew I wasn't in love with him. I wasn't going to delude myself. I just liked looking at him. The feelings I had for Ran Fujimiya were lustful. I was just looking. Hell, he was a sexy man. I'd stared at Yohji, and even Omi on occasion. Eyeing Omi always left me feeling slightly dirty, because I still thought of him as a little kid, even if he was only two years younger than me. I was two years younger than Yohji, for God's sake. Hell, I even had to admit that Schuldich was attractive.

I smiled, self-satisfied. Schuldich could fuck around with me all he wanted, but I was not going to let him get to me. The way I felt now, if I saw Aya at the shop, I would tell him that I thought he was attractive, and hoped that he and his... whatever... were very happy. I was actually dying of curiosity to know who Aya was seeing. Maybe me and Yohji could plan something. He was a private detective, after all. I'm sure Yohji would just jump at the chance to snoop in Aya's personal life, and Omi would frown at us in that way he did, and all would be well with life. Fuck Schuldich. Fuck Schwarz.

I like them less slutty, I shot back. If Schuldich wanted to play this game with me, I was more than willing. I don't know where you've been.

I laughed out loud as I stepped into the flower shop. Yohji looked up from a magazine as he smoked a cigarette. He and Schuldich smoked the same brand.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked suspiciously, closing the magazine, but not before I saw that it was a pretty graphic Lesbian porno.

"Guys who give bad head."

Yohji furrowed his brow. "I think you have too much free time on your hands, Ken."

I laughed as I heard a German curse in my head. "Schuldich is trying to mess with me."

Yohji raised an eyebrow. "Well, good for you. And, you've confirmed my suspicion that he's all fucking talk."

I waited for a string of nasty profanity to echo in my mind, but it was silent. "I think he couldn't take any more insults."

"Why is he in your mind?" Yohji asked, propping his feet up on the counter.

"I don't know. I ran into him on the street, and he just started going on and on about me wanting Aya." I slapped his feet. "Don't put your shoes on the counter."

"You want Aya?" Yohji smiled at me, a seedy quality coming to his features.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a fucking pervert. So, I think Aya's attractive? Big fucking deal. I'm allowed to look. It's not like Aya and I are ever going to fuck."

Yohji suddenly laughed. "Hi, Aya."

I snorted. "Fuck off, Yohji. That's the oldest trick in the book. Oooh, Aya's behind me, and I'm supposed to get all embarrassed that he heard me say he was hot..." I rolled my eyes, making a face at the smoking blonde. I flung one hand backward as I spoke. "And, I'm going to touch him right now, aren't I?" I smirked as my hands grazed thin air. "You're an idiot."

"You're both idiots..."

I pursed my lips as the familiar cold voice echoed in the store. I turned around, staring into Aya's pansy eyes, which were full of his usual coldness, and a little amusement at my seeming humiliation.

"I guess I should have reached a little farther back," I replied airily. "Hello, attractive Aya. Nice day, huh?"

He blinked at me. "Have you lost your mind, Ken?"

I shrugged. "Not really. I guess I'm just in one of those moods. I couldn't give a fuck what happens right now. I think you're attractive, yes. But, I don't want to sleep with you. There, happy?" I crossed my arms over my chest, smiling at my Weiss teammate.

"Well... Good...?" Aya trailed off, walking past us, a questioning look all over his face.

"Oh, Mr. Popular," Yohji called. "You got another gift. Man, some chick is sweating you bad...."

Aya wordlessly took the parcel. "Thank you." He left, a small smile playing on his lips as he looked at the parcel.

"So, will we ever meet Mr. or Miss right?" I asked, pulling a package of gum out of my pocket. I stuffed a piece in my mouth, its peppermint taste almost burning my mouth.

Aya narrowed his amethyst eyes at me. "Not when you're acting like you're on drugs." He went into our apartment.

"So, Ken's balls have finally dropped..." Yohji trailed off, opening his Lesbian magazine once more. "How does it feel to be a man?"

"Shut up..." I trailed off. "Actually, I have a proposition for you..."

Yohji's emerald eyes lit up instantly. "Really?" The close up vagina shots were forgotten as he leaned over the counter, his attention fully on me.

"How about a little detective work?"

I sighed to myself, stepping out of the shower. I slowly towelled myself off. "Well, I'm plotting a huge conspiracy to dry myself off, you fucking prick." I narrowed my eyes as I raked a comb through my hair. Don't you have better things to do than bother me?

It had been three days since I first saw Schuldich on the sidewalk, and for those three days, the German was making himself a semi-permanent resident in my mind. He would just pester me, hoping that I would crack, but I'd hardened myself to his taunts, even when they involved Kase. Schuldich couldn't say anything to me to hurt me. He was nothing, a little bug in my existence.

It was also three days full of empty trails. Yohji had almost shit his pants at the opportunity to spy on Aya, but we came up with nothing. The parcels that Aya would receive, his love gifts, were untraceable. Yohji's plans were also becoming a bit strange. Maybe it was a bad idea to get him back into detective mode. I could totally see Yohji getting a restraining order sometime in his life, if he hadn't gotten one already.

My interest perked at this. I shook my head. "And, you would tell me the truth?" I asked, totally disbelieving.

You don't believe me? The nasally voice in my head sounded slightly hurt.

I sighed deeply. "Don't call me Kenken."

"Even if you told me, I really fucking doubt that it would be the truth."

I laughed out loud as I walked into my bedroom from the bathroom. My giggles were so severe that I fell on the bed. Yeah, right. Aya's got better taste than that.

I snorted as I slid into a pair of boxers. "Your first lie was more believable." I looked down at my half naked body. "Hey, if I picture myself naked, you'll see that, right?"

There was a low chuckle in my head. You total slut.

"Yeah, fuck me indeed..." I muttered, tuning him out. I put a pair of loose track pants over my underwear, and a well worn T-shirt, and strode out to the living room. Aya was sitting on the couch, reading a book of Greek Mythology. Yohji was smoking and watching some sort of cop show, and Omi was seated at the kitchen table, pouring over a Biology textbook. When my eyes caught Aya's, I laughed out loud.

"Is there something funny, Ken?" Aya asked, suspicion in his purple eyes. Ever since the day that I told him I though he was attractive, and that it wouldn't go anywhere, it seemed that Aya didn't really know how to react to me. He wasn't used to me being so frank and bold. I liked it. I felt very free.

"Actually, sort of. Schuldich was pestering me again, and he told me something pretty funny. He said that you were banging Farfarello." I snickered. "This is after he told me he was the one you were in love with."

Yohji coughed on his smoke. "Yeah, right. The least that idiot could do was make up a believable lie."

Aya narrowed his eyes at us. "You should just ignore him. You're only encouraging him."

"I wonder what it would be like if Farfarello and Aya-kun were really dating..." Omi mused, propping his chin up on one fist. "I think it would be strange."

"Fucking right it would be," Yohji muttered. "Well, anything is strange when it comes to Aya." He stuck his tongue out at the redhead.

"You are all so juvenile." Aya frowned at us, returning to his book.

"Is that another gift?" I asked, gesturing to the book.

Aya remained silent. He was ignoring us.

I just shrugged. "I'm bored."

"What do you want us to do about it?" Yohji asked lazily, his attention barely on me now. He was too busy watching the female detective and her tightly clinging blouse.

I shook my head. "I'm going out... I guess..." I sighed. I knew I was bored out of my mind, and I had to do something. I went back into my room, and made my clothing a little more presentable. Even if I decided to just go for a walk, it was better than sitting around with Yohji and Aya, arguing about the breasts of the female detective while Aya gave us the silent treatment. We were so boring.

I decided to just walk, maybe catch a movie if one of them caught my eye. As I walked, I watched people around me, smiling at parents who led their children by the hand, protective and loving. I doubted that I would ever actually father a child, but it would be nice to adopt one someday. I wondered if I would meet someone soon. I was sick of being alone, but I wasn't the sort of guy that just slept with every cute guy that passed. I mean, I wasn't Schuldich or anything.

"I heard that, Brat."

I rolled my eyes, quickly preparing a mental retort, but realized that the voice was external. I looked ahead of me, and saw Schuldich leaning against a telephone pole.

"Shouldn't you be under someone right now?" I shot, trying to walk past him.

He made a clawing motion with his hand, teasing me on my cattiness. His other hand snaked around my wrist. Snaked was an appropriate word. He was a fucking snake.

"Oh, you're very rude tonight..." He pulled my body closer to him. "Cute boys shouldn't be so rude, or they won't get any boyfriends."

I sneered at him, but slightly flushed at the compliment.

"Oh, you're blushing. That's so... Cute..." He laughed when I did it again. "Away from the litter tonight?"

"What's it to you?" I muttered. "Away from your snake pit?"

"Yes, I'm away from my snake pit..." He rolled his emerald eyes. "You know, you're very interesting, Ken. The last three days have been highly amusing for me."

"Meaning?" I asked. Anyone walking by would have thought that we were a couple. He was gripping my wrist, my body pressed flush with his.

"It's not every day I get to experience base stupidity."

My lips curled up into a teasing smirk, and I pressed my body closer, until I was nose to nose with the redheaded German. "Well, maybe I should thank you..." I let my breath wash over his face. My eyelashes were now batting against his orbital bone. "I mean, it's not everyday that I experience slutty men who look like rejects from an eighties metal band messing with my mind..." I smirked, pulling away slightly. My chest was still pressed against his.

I laughed at the dark look that passed over his eyes. I knew that would get to him. Schuldich was impossibly vain. The malicious playfulness returned to his eyes. "Very nice, Hidaka... Very nice. I have to admit that I underestimated you." He laughed, patting my chest. "Let me buy you a drink."

"What?!" I looked at him blankly. "You can't fucking be serious."

He looked me straight in the eye. "I'm very serious."

I heard his reply echoing around me, and within my head. What was his angle? What was Schuldich plotting?

He pouted, which I had to admit, made him look exceedingly hot. He was gorgeous. "I can't be nice? And, thank you. I've always been cute. You just have bad taste in men." He released my wrist. "Besides, it should be interesting when we go to the same place that Aya's meeting his Dream Lover at..."

"Huh??" I looked at him blankly again, the vacant look totally written all over my face.

"God, you're dumb," Schuldich muttered, walking a few steps. "I'm offering to appease your curiosity..." He put his hands on his hips. "Are you coming or not?"

"Why...?" I asked, surprising even myself when I began to walk with him. Even Schuldich seemed a bit taken aback.

"Because, I think it will be funny. I like amusement."

"But... Aya's at home..." I muttered, giving him a disbelieving stare.

"He left your little flower store just after you did. He got sick of Yohji pestering him about detective breasts."

I furrowed my brow. "Fine...." I couldn't help it. Damn my fucking curiosity. What was that saying, curiosity killed the cat? "But, if you try anything foolish or slutty, like you always do, I'll demolish you."

"I'm not frightened by your threats, little kitten. But, don't worry. I won't touch a hair on your head..." He trailed off, leaning close to me, blowing in my ear. That is, unless you want me to, cute Kenken.

"Knock it off, pervert..." I muttered, shoving him away.

"You're my amusement for the night, Ken Hidaka. And, I know you won't disappoint me."

I sat, almost nervously across from Schuldich. We were at a cafe that bordered the park. We were on the upstairs, outdoors balcony, looking down over the park. I lazily watched people walking, wondering why the Hell Schuldich brought me here. He was puffing away on one of his damn cigarettes, and I was nursing a beer. Naturally, Schuldich had ordered me an imported, German beer.

I glared at him. "I don't see Aya anywhere. What are you plotting?"

He smiled at me. It was a smile that I wasn't sure how to react to. I should have punched him in his damn smiling face, but I couldn't help but look at him. He was really, really attractive. His smile grew wider as he caught wind of my thoughts. I blushed with embarrassment and looked down at the park. Suddenly, I saw Aya, standing near a bench, his arms locked at his sides, waiting for someone.

"See?" Schuldich muttered. "Now we wait... Just like him..." His smile almost looked like the Cheshire Cat at this point. I was starting to get a little nervous. What was I walking into?

"You know, Schuldich... I don't know if I like the idea of spying on Ay....." I trailed off, seeing Aya's face light up. Why is face was lighting up caused me to almost fall out of my chair. Quickly, the stoic redheaded Weiss member, Aya Fujimiya, the man that never seemed to smile, brightly smiled away as he let himself be embraced by a familiar figure, dressed in black, his silver hair shining like moonlight in the dusky light. Aya was smiling, and letting himself be hugged by a Schwarz member. He was smiling, hugging, and kissing Farfarello.

"You wouldn't believe me when I told you, stupid..." Schuldich trailed off.

I barely heard the redhead. I was ogling as Aya and Farfarello kissed below us. I could tell it was more than a friendly kiss. It looked like Farfarello was giving Aya CPR. I just shook my head as they pulled away from each other, and walked away.

"I could let you listen in on what they're saying..." Schuldich offered, a huge grin plastered all over his face.

I stood, the contents of the table slightly rattling with my disturbance. I couldn't even say anything to him. I just walked past Schuldich, who was smiling and laughing to himself, totally pleased with his own actions. He didn't make a move to stop me. I knew that I had amused him enough for one day.

As I walked back to the flower shop, I couldn't stop thinking about Aya and Farfarello. Aya and Farfarello... Kissing, making out, having sex. I almost shivered. What was going on? How in the world would Aya wind up with that fucking nutcase? What did they have in common? Damn Schuldich. I could have been content, but no, that asshole had to show me that.

Silence followed. Schuldich must have had his fill of enjoyment from me, at least for today. I wanted to scream at myself. What would I say? What would I do? I had to talk to Aya. So, was Farfarello the one sending him all those gifts? It boggled my mind. When I got home, I purposely ignored Omi and Yohji, going to my room. I decided to sit in silence, waiting for the noise of Aya coming home. I covered my eyes with my hands as I flopped down on my bed. What if Aya didn't come home at all tonight, and was off somewhere, having... Sex... with Farfarello.

"Jesus!" I muttered. Leave it to Schuldich to fuck me over. Leave it to myself to fuck me over. Even if I wanted to totally blame that baka German, it was my fault, too. I shouldn't have been so meddlesome.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard movement on the other side of the wall. Aya was home. It had only been a few hours, but I was going crazy. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on my game of Parasite Eve 2, I couldn't get the thought of Aya and Farfarello having sex, or doing whatever, out of my mind. Quite frankly, it was grossing me out. But, now that I heard Aya moving in his room, I was almost jumping out of my skin. I stormed out into the hallway, but as I raised my hand to knock on his door, all words seemed to disappear from my mind. What the Hell was I going to say to him? How was I going to explain why I was fucking spying on him? Because Schuldich told me to? Schuldich was the least trustworthy person I'd ever met, and been constantly bothered by. Oh, God.... What if Farfarello was secretly in there with him? Aya knew that we would never disturb his privacy. What if his relationship, or whatever the Hell they were doing, made Aya grow some balls?

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I was the new, improved Ken Hidaka. I could knock on anyone's door, let insults from Schuldich roll off my back, say that I thought men were attractive. I rapped on the door, quick and loud. I almost yelped out loud when he opened his door. Part of me was expecting to see Farfarello's unbalanced yellow eye, and then get a big old knife in the face. But, I met the familiar pansy eyes of my assassin teammate.

"What?" He asked, tired.

I pushed past him into his bedroom. It was impossibly neat. Did he even live here? Probably made a mess somewhere else with Farfarello. I shuddered involuntarily.

"Who said that you could come into my room?" He asked tersely, crossing his arms over his slender chest.

"You're fucking Farfarello." That was it. Fuck, I was blunt. "Wow, that was easier to say than I thought it would be."

Aya blanched, his face as white as paper. "What did you say...?"

"I saw you and him. I would say you were kissing, but it was a little more than that...."

He slowly sat down in a chair. His body looked like it was shaking.

"How long were you going to keep this little gem a secret?" I asked, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Forever..." He muttered. He looked up at me, his amethyst eyes blank. "You won't tell." He didn't make it a question.

I sighed, looking at him. He really looked desperate. I'd never seen Aya like this before. "Okay, I won't say anything..." I paused. "Why?!" I looked at him with wide, confused eyes. "Why him of all fucking people?!"

"I..." Aya was struggling for his words. "I don't know...." He rested his chin on his hands. "I just... Like him... I shouldn't. He's insane, he's Schwarz, but..... " He smiled distantly. "He treats me like I'm beautiful."

I shook my head at his moony expression. "Stop that. It's creeping me out. Look... I won't tell, Aya."

He sighed with relief. Then, his pale face darkened. "How did you find out?'

"Uh...." I trailed off, looking at my shoes. "Well...."

"Were you following me or something?" He rose from the chair, glaring at me. Even if I wasn't looking at him, I could tell that he was glaring at me. It shot right through me.

"Well... My curiosity was sort of high, and Schuldich..."

"Schuldich?!" Aya exclaimed. "How does he know?"

"He's telepathic," I muttered in a tone to make Aya feel stupid. It must have worked because I heard him shuffling his feet.

"He's still in your mind, isn't he?" Aya asked quietly. I could tell he wanted to change the subject. I decided to. I was making Aya really embarrassed. I knew I would be humiliated in his position. At least he'd been frank with me. I probably would have screamed and run away, locking myself in my room and never coming out.

"Yeah..." I whispered. "I guess I'll leave you alone..." I murmured, walking past him. I suddenly turned on my heel. "Do you love him, Aya?"

This question seemed to take Aya aback. His countenance softened, and he smiled. "I think I might...."

I sighed, leaving. Aya loved Farfarello?? That was too weird.

"Dammit!" I cursed aloud, slamming my bedroom door behind me. "Can't you just leave me alone?!"

I scoffed, laughing. YES!

I sighed, flopping down on my bed. I didn't want to admit that Schuldich was right. I also didn't want to admit that his voice sounded like sensual velvet in my head, warmly cloaking my mind and thoughts.

I paused. When was the last time anyone asked me that? When was the last time I asked that question of myself? I stared up at the ceiling, letting Schuldich question hang in the air. I drummed his fingers on my stomach.

I noticed that Schuldich's voice was taking on a sexual quality. Schuldich had a very sexy voice. I could actually picture Schuldich talking to me, picture the German sitting beside a window, lazily and sexily puffing on a cigarette, much like the way he'd done when I had seen Aya and Farfarello make out. I found that my fingers were curling on my stomach, and a hot wave of desire was burning through my body.

"I'm a murderer," I whispered, finding my palm slowly moving down my stomach, towards my genitals.

I knew that Schuldich was just trying to get to me, but it felt so good, and his voice was pure sex. He was most definitely turning me on. When I reached into my loose pants, touching myself, I murmured quietly and incoherently to myself. This is just what Schuldich wanted.

It's obviously what you want, too, Kenken. I heard him chuckle in my head. It's just icing on the cake for me to be here while you fuck yourself...

I moaned slightly in frustration, pulling my hand out of my pants. "Fuck off, Schuldich."

Even though I mostly didn't want to admit it, I knew a little part of me wanted exactly what he was describing. And, that little part must have been like a cancer, because it was taking over my body. It was taking over the part of my brain that controlled my actions. Because, as he spoke into my mind, I was reaching into my pants, wrapping my fingers around my now hard cock.

I bit back a moan as I quickened the pace of my masturbation. I wanted him to shut up, and to never stop talking.

I whimpered under the onslaught of his words, wanting him to continue. My free hand moved under my shirt, touching my hardened nipples. My body arched off the bed, and I heard a sexual, wonderful exhaling in my mind, as if Schuldich were physically breathing in my ear.

I can touch you in ways that you've never been touched before.... Schuldich whispered into my mind. Then, I felt a dam of pleasure burst within me. He was right. He touched me in a way that I'd never been touched before. Schuldich's telepathy reached into my mind, touching something in my brain, the receptor of total pleasure. It shook my body, rocked my core, and caused my hands to fall from my body. I moaned loudly, not caring if everyone in the house heard me, not caring if everyone on the block, everyone in fucking Tokyo heard me.

Want me to touch you again? Schuldich asked into my mind.

I just whimpered. I couldn't even think of a response. I couldn't think of anything. I guess he took that as an invitation, because I felt the same tremors move through my body. I moaned and whimpered, cried out and sobbed, begging him to continue, begging him to stop without saying a word. My body couldn't hold out anymore, and I came, splattering semen on my belly and pants. I didn't even really think about the sticky white mess on my hands, but thought nothing of it. I could only feel the ghostly spasms still running through my body, could only hear Schuldich's voice in my mind. That was a whisper as well

My eyes fluttered open, and I stared up at my ceiling. It was so like Schuldich to leave me like that, in a pool of my own come, just taking off. Damn that fucking Schuldich. Damn me for letting him get to me. But, the thing that I was cursing most about was that I wanted him to enact all the things he described. I'd just chastised Aya for loving, or thinking he loved, a member of Schwarz, and I wanted a member of Schwarz to be touching me, fucking me. And, I knew I wanted it, and I knew that Schuldich knew I wanted it.

One week. One week since Schuldich had touched something in my mind. And, now that I knew what it felt like, it was all I could think about. I found myself going to gay bars, trying to pick up men, but nothing worked. I wanted to feel that same dizzying high. After Schuldich had left my mind, I'd laid on my bed for a full hour before moving. I couldn't move. My body had been paralysed by pure pleasure. Schuldich was turning me into a slut. It's not like I ever slept with the men, though. Actually, Schuldich was turning me into a horrible tease.

The worst part about the whole thing was that Schuldich rarely visited my mind now. He would make an occasional appearance, but wouldn't say a whole lot. I was almost beginning to miss his presence in my mind.

Tonight, I was sitting on the couch with Yohji and Omi, as per usual. They were both discussing where Aya went. I knew exactly where he went, but had sworn myself to secrecy. I didn't want to think about Aya bent over... something... while Farfarello fucked him in the ass, or Farfarello with Aya's dick in his mouth. Aya must have been pretty brave. I would be afraid of that fucking basket case biting my dick off. I started to think about Schuldich again. Damn that asshole. This was his plan all along.

One of my eyebrows raised. Well, well... Look who decided to come crawling back. You can't get enough, can you?

My eyebrows shot up. Neither Yohji or Omi noticed.

Where? I surprised myself with my eagerness.

I pondered for a few moments.

Schuldich laughed in my head. You dirty little boy. Someplace private, right?

Yeah.... I trailed off, remembering the feeling of his mental ministrations. I'm sure you know more than a few seedy hotels.

I thought for a moment. Yes.... You know, we've never actually really talked in person....

All I needed to hear was an echoing crack of a whip, and I had to swallow, my eyes widening to saucers in my head. That's okay.

Immediately after he severed his mental connection with me, I stood up off the couch. "I'm going out."

Yohji barely looked away from the television. "Yeah, whatever."

"So, do you think that Aya would really date Birman?" Omi asked.

I had to run out of there, almost wanting to scream 'He's being whipped by Farfarello!!' I took my motorcycle, because walking would have been too slow, and I was horny as Hell. As I evaluated my own thoughts, I almost drove off the road a few times. What was I thinking? This was Schuldich! He was Schwarz, I was Weiss. He was a manipulative asshole. And, I was speeding to get to him. My mind was weighing the consequences of what I was doing, but all my body could do was already react to what I suspected we would be doing. All I could remember was the invisible touch of his telepathy in my brain, and how it'd made me feel.

What if Schuldich was just tricking me again? What if he was making me think I was going to have hot, sweaty sex, when he was just fucking with my mind, leading me straight into some kink game with Aya and Farfarello. I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want to watch Aya have sex. I wasn't a voyeur. However, it did seem that I was turning into quite the slut. I pulled up in front of the Blue Moon. It wasn't the classiest place, but it could have been worse. A lot worse.

I shivered at the sound of his voice in my mind. It had that same sexual context as the night I jerked off, merely to the sound of his voice. I looked at all the doors, rushing past each one that wasn't nine. Four, five, six, seven, eight.....

Nine.

My heart suddenly stopped in my chest as I looked at that door. What was I thinking? What was I doing? Was I insane? As insane as Farfarello? As insane as Aya for fucking Farfarello? Maybe Aya was onto something, fucking a member of Schwarz. I took all my breath in at once. What if Yohji or Omi found out? In fact, what would I think of myself if I went in that door?

I knew exactly at that moment what I wanted. I swung the door open without abandon. The room before me was totally dark. I couldn't see anything, not a bed, not a table, not a certain redheaded German. I stood there, like a stupid idiot, staring into blackness. Damn Schuldich. He tricked me. He knew I would cave under his advances... Well, they were pretty convincing. Before I could really process my stupidity at being duped, the open door behind me slammed, and I was pushed further into darkness. I fell forward onto a bed, my nose hitting the mattress.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, rubbing my nose. My protest of pain died on my lips as I felt strong hands grip my hips from behind, scooting me further onto the bed.

"Glad you came, Kitten," Schuldich hissed in my ear. It wasn't a deadly hiss, but a teasing one.

I shivered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I exclaimed loudly, trying to roll over. "You could have broken my nose!"

He laughed at me, pulling my hips off the bed so my body was arched at a sexual angle. I couldn't help but moan, and I sounded like a total whore when I did it. But, in the dark, in the privacy of this seedy motel, that was more than alright. I could feel his long hair, fine spider webs, against my cheek as he bowed his body over my back, kneeling on the mattress behind me.

"You're very trusting, Siberian," Schuldich murmured, parting my legs with his long thighs, his hips and hard cock pressed against my raised ass.

The sound of his voice was what did it, what sent my body into a total tailspin. Even if my mind wanted to refuse the Schwarz member's advances, my body was too far gone, and wouldn't have listened to anything my mind had to say, anyway.

"Just shut up and fuck me!" I commanded in a voice that didn't sound like my own.

He laughed, and I groaned. I didn't really feel like good old Ken Hidaka anymore. I didn't feel like the wholesome soccer coach that I was supposed to be. I didn't feel like the cute brunette at the flower shop who would cover slacking co-workers with a smile. I was what Schuldich had turned me into. I was this Frail thing that needed moulding. I felt like Schuldich was turning me into himself.

"You're so commanding, pretty kitty," He purred, teasing, mocking as he pulled my pants down, raising my legs off the bed so he could remove me totally of my clothing.

Everything was a huge blur. I felt like I was moving at the speed of light, and slowing to a halt at the same time. Time stopped, it ceased to exist as I knew it. Maybe for that moment, I ceased to exist as I knew me. Ken Hidaka may have been somewhere else, possibly watching a soccer match on TV, or talking with Omi, or teasing Yohji. Right now, Siberian was what I was. I was this different person under Schuldich's hands. Was I Ken, or was I my assassin counterpart?

All my mental lamentations were halted as I felt something probing me. Schuldich's fingers. He shoved them into my body quickly, jabbing deep within me, into a place that nobody had touched. But, it was a hollow interpretation of touch compared to the mental orgasm I'd experienced at my own hands, and at Schuldich's telepathy. His fingertips ran over my prostate, which caused my body to jerk violently under him, like he'd shocked me with many volts of electricity. He touched me that way again and again, my body writhing under his touch, like a dying fish caught on a pier.

He pulled out when I started moaning loudly, like a banshee, whimpering and whining, high pitched and like nothing I'd uttered in my life. What was he doing to me?! And, I didn't just mean tonight, in this dark, skanky hotel room.

The wail died totally on my lips as his cock entered me, forcefully, and not gentle. I didn't expect him to be gentle, and quite frankly, I didn't want him to be. I screamed with everything I had in me, but no sound came out. I just stared into the dark of the room. It was still black as ever, but there were swirls in space, like the black was pulsating and moving, alive and hot, as alive as I felt under Schuldich's hands, as alive as I felt with Schuldich's cock in my ass.

He laughed again, a velvety blanket of sound in the dark, and he thrust into me violently again. I could hear the sharp slap of flesh to flesh pierce the space of the room, and I thrust up to him. He was giving me a heartless, hard fucking, and it was exactly what I wanted. Any other man would have been gentle with me, like I was made of fine china. Or, a girl would have cooed and cuddled, kissing my cheeks as she lay still under me, expecting me to do all the work. I wasn't just going to lay still. I slammed my ass back against his hips, feeling his balls slap my ass cheeks, and I clenched my muscles around him as he thrust into me again. He moaned at my movements. I knew from the noise he made in the back of his throat that I'd surprised him.

He had a furious rhythm going now, one that we were both trying to maintain. He thrust faster and faster, and I moaned lower and louder, my body arching and spasming under him, taking every bit of sexual, delicious abuse that he was giving me. I wanted to be put through my paces. It was so unlike Ken Hidaka, and that was the best part about it.

The sex itself didn't last that long, but that was the nature of it. It was fucking, pure and raw, vicious and almost cruel. It wasn't lovemaking, the kind you share with 'the one'. Did 'the one' even actually exist? I cried out as he pushed into me with such force that I thought for sure he was going to split my intestines in two. I came like a shotgun, my semen splattering all over the sheets beneath me. I'm sure I wasn't the first one to do so. I was almost sure that I also wasn't the first to do so with Schuldich inside me. He came closely after, his hot release filling my lower intestine, splattering against my rectum walls. We just panted, our bodies not ready to move after such a release of pure emotion and testosterone.

I could feel his panting breath wash over my cheek, and he did something that totally surprised me. He grabbed me by the throat, his long fingers wrapping around my neck. Oh, fuck. That was the only thing that went through my mind. Oh, fuck.... He planned this. Fuck and run. The cops would find my body facedown in a pool of my own come, my pants around my ankles. I'd be a joke.

He chuckled softly to himself, just holding me like that for a few tense moments. Then, he titled my face towards his, and captured my lips in a biting, forceful kiss. His tongue moved over my slack bottom lip, barely snaking into my mouth. Before I could react any way whatsoever, he pulled his warm, wet mouth away, and yielded his grip around my throat.

"You were a nice fuck, Ken." I heard the rustling of clothes, and a few zippers. "See ya." I then heard the door open, and close again.

So, here I was, alone, kneeling over semen stained sheets, my ass sore and stretched, my half dressed body covered in the afterglow sweat of fucking. Ken Hidaka, one night stand. Who would have thought?

I stopped, resting against a tree, lost in the world of my headphones. I was out for a morning run, and my legs felt like jelly. Well, better than they had felt after walking out of good old room number nine... If you could have called that walking. That was four days ago. And, it was all I could think about.

I slightly bobbed my head to the catchy beat of a song that Yohji had recommended to me, and promptly burned. He was being more nice than usual. I was wondering if he could sense the dirty sex on me, see the naughty actions in my eyes. Hey, he could smell his own. Did that mean he thought we were kin or something?

I don't know if Aya noticed. And, quite frankly, I didn't notice Aya. I didn't really notice anything anymore. I did notice that I paid more attention to orange flowers now, taking extra special care of them. They reminded me of Schuldich's hair.

That was another thing. I'd tried to promise myself not to think about the fucking as anything more that that. Fucking. But, stupid me had to try and bring mushy romance into it. I was trying to make it special, when it sooo wasn't that.

"Long time no see...."

My head jerked up. I was surprised, because I shouldn't have heard anyone talking over the music. But, when my eyes met a pair of jade ones, I knew why I'd heard it. It was also in my mind.

I pulled off my headphones. "Schuldich..."

He laughed, puffing on a cigarette, leaning on a tree. "Fuck, Ken.. Whenever I see you, you're always sweating." He gave me a meaningful look.

I couldn't help but blush.

"Isn't that cute?"

"What do you want?" I asked. I tried to be mean about it, but when I looked at him, all I could feel was his dick inside me.

"Do you want food?"

"Food?" I asked blankly.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, food, you idiot. You know, stuff that humans eat to sustain life."

I sneered at him. "I know what food is, you smart ass. What I meant was... Well... Food what?"

"Do you want to go get food with me? I'm sure you're hungry after your workout..." His eyes trailed over my body. Nice....

I gave him a small smirk, my eyes doing a little roaming of their own. "What sort of... food do you have?" I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting my own sweat.

He took a few steps towards me, so that we were standing very close together. He suddenly kissed me. It was a forceful kiss again, much like the one we'd shared in the dark motel room, but it was far more involved. I couldn't help but moan as his tongue snaked into my mouth. I gripped the front of his long trenchcoat, my sweaty hands bunching the fabric. He didn't seem to mind. He seemed more occupied with nipping my lips, and laughing at the almost needy moans that were leaving my mouth and entering his.

He pulled away from me, and it left me feeling very cold. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smirking at me through kiss bruised lips, moist with my saliva. "Now...." He whispered, gripping my wrist in an almost possessive manner. "How about that food?"

I couldn't help but hum to myself as I walked into the flower shop. I still couldn't understand Schuldich. We'd eaten a simple sushi lunch, and hadn't said a word. We didn't even touch each other past the kiss we'd shared. He had just smoked and watched me. I could see the amusement in his emerald eyes. I amused him.

"Well, well, look who it is," Yohji greeted. Today, he was looking at a magazine called Finally 18. I would have been disgusted if it were anyone but Yohji. Yohji was Yohji, after all. "How was your run....?" He suddenly trailed off, his eyes darkening. I couldn't help but blush at the fact that his eyes were a lot like Schuldich's. "You smell like sex."

"What?!" I balked. How could I smell like sex when all I'd did was kiss someone.

"Well, if not sex... Then desire of some sort...." He narrowed his eyes further. They were jade slits by now. "Who are you fucking, Ken?"

I breezed past him. "Oh, whoever I can when your Mom isn't available," I answered airily, going upstairs.

"Oi!!" I heard him call.

I laughed to myself, wishing that someone had been around to hear my good burn.

I smirked. I figured you would get a kick out of that one.

I frowned. Schuldich knew all of my thoughts, even the ones that I couldn't even really process. Okay, why do you bother? I mean, you're a slut, I'm sure you could fuck anyone you wanted to...

I snorted aloud. I amuse you?!

I paused, weighing his words. He was totally right. From what I knew of Schuldich as an enemy, and now as an almost lover, he loved to be amused. He liked to amuse himself with other people. But, what if he decided to fuck me over?

I thought about this, my mind flashing to the dark motel room, the kiss on my run path, the lunches we'd gone on, the times he'd reached into my mind. He could have done some serious brain damage if he wanted to....

See? He asked into my mind, his tone bland. Have sex with me tonight.

"What?" I asked out loud, shocked by his frankness.

How many Irish psychopaths do you know? I asked, dryly.

I thought of the feelings I'd experienced while Schuldich fucked me, not caring about my pain or pleasure, just using my body for his own release. It had been very freeing, uplifting, so not me.

Where? I asked simply. Screw second guessing myself.

I was waiting in the soccer field where I taught children to play the game, where I laughed with them, and got dirty with them. It was totally deserted now. Figure Schuldich to choose this place of all places. I was waiting for him, hoping to whatever gods existed that we would fuck in the grass. I had always wondered what it would be like. I was turning into such a horny slut. I smiled to myself. Maybe Schuldich was actually... good for me.

"Glad to hear it, Siberian."

I turned around, hearing his voice behind me. I couldn't help the small smile that played on my lips. He was standing, his arms folded over his chest, a darkly amused look on his face. He wasn't smoking this time.

"You're smiling," he pointed out, a corner of his mouth turning up. "How cute."

I took a couple steps towards him. "So...?"

"Wanna feel the grass against your ass, Kitten?" He asked, looking around us. There was absolutely nobody around, and there would be nobody to hear me moan or wail.

My lips parted in desire. Schuldich knew which internal buttons to push in me. I took another step towards him. A breeze picked up and stirred his bright orange hair, like spun fire. It was so sensual and beautiful. This was too perfect. Ken Hidaka was getting a total makeover, courtesy one sexy German. Fucking outside with nobody around.

He laughed suddenly, his hand moving quickly, almost too quickly for me to see. But, I did see the flash of metal.

Nobody around to hear me moan or wail.

Nobody around to hear me scream.

My lips, which had been parted in desire for Schuldich were now parted in shock, and I noticed that the flash of metal was a gun. A big gun. A Desert Eagle. I wasn't really a gun person, but I knew that one. I'd seen what it did to people.

"Weiss are so stupid..." Schuldich mused, pulling the trigger.

I felt something hot enter my stomach. He shot me. Schuldich shot me. That... fucker. I was so stupid! I'd let my trust down. I crumpled, my knees feeling like jelly, feeling as weak as they did after Schuldich had fucked me in the dark motel. Why hadn't he killed me then? Why didn't he kill me when he caught me running, that first day he started bothering me?

"Because it was more amusing this way," he answered simply, holstering the gun again as he watched me fall to my knees. I fell again, curling up on my side in the grass. How many times had I run across this same patch of grass with a soccer ball and a bunch of kids chasing me? "I told you that amusement is high on my list of priorities."

I could feel hot blood leaving my body, seeping into the grass, creating a sticky pool of dying life around me. Yohji and Omi wouldn't come to help me. Aya was with Farfarello....

Aya.... Farfarello.

Aya. Farfarello.

Schuldich suddenly laughed. "For assassins, you sure are trusting...."

My vision was beginning to blur, but not enough that I missed the motion. Farfarello materialized out of the shadows, slowly walking towards us. He was alone. Where was Aya? I stared up at them, the deceptive members of Schwarz. I noticed the moonlight playing of Farfarello's hair, and the gold dangling from his left ear. In place of one of his small silver hoops, there was the familiar long, dangling gold earring. The one that should have been in Aya's ear. I also noticed that Farfarello's pale skin was dappled with small droplets of blood. Red. As red as Aya's hair.

Schuldich laughed again, looking at Farfarello. He then pulled the Irishman closer to him, kissing Farfarello with a gentleness that he had never used with me. All I could do was watch them kiss as I bled out onto the grass.

When they broke apart, Schuldich looked down at me with total contempt in his eyes. His arms were still snaked around his lover's waist. His lover. Schuldich was never my lover. Farfarello was never Aya's lover.

"It's a little late for realization, Siberian," Schuldich muttered, shaking his head. "This was too easy, love."

Farfarello just cackled. "Your death hurts God, Kitten. Just like Fujimiya's screams hurt God."

"I'm glad he's dead..." Schuldich muttered, jealousy echoing in his voice. His voice echoed a million times over in my mind, getting farther and farther away.

"Be lucky it's only a gunshot wound, Weiss..." Farfarello hissed. "If I'd gotten my hands on you, they wouldn't be able to identify you as human."

I tried to spit out curses against them both, but only blood welled to my lips. I could hear their mingled laughter as the blood falling from my mouth and tongue joined the already large pool around me.

"We should get back before Crawford has a shit fit..." Schuldich muttered, glaring down at me. "You were amusing, Ken Hidaka, I'll give you that...." And, he spun on his heel, his hand joined with Farfarello's and they left me, disappearing into the black night, which was darkening at a rapid rate.

All I could see was my red hatred of Schuldich, all I could see was my own stupidity, and I felt a few tears fall down my cheeks. And, as black became all, I realized that I still wanted to feel him fuck me in the grass, which was stained red with my foolish blood.

End.