Sex Shop

Ryoji Shiozawa

Schuldich woke up alone. His large bed was empty, and he was horny. Crawford kept them so busy Schuldich barely had time to breathe, much less find a willing body to warm the sheets. Masturbation never helped much, it was just a reminder that the bed, was indeed, single occupancy.

Being the bad guys sucked. If they weren't always running and hiding maybe Schuldich could get to a bar to seduce someone. He didn't like to screw with people's minds to get laid. It hurt his ego. He could walk out onto the street right now and order some hottie to jump in the sack, but he wanted his fucktoys to appreciate him.

Sighing, Schuldich wondered what the hell was the use in being a telepath if you had scruples. He rolled onto his back, stretching lazily. With a mind of its own, a mischievous right hand twisted his pink nipples until they were hard.

His naughty hand ran down his chest, pausing to feel the solid muscles of his abdomen. The wild digits traveled on, caressing and teasing, never touching the aching erection that was Schuldich's only constant companion. Stroking his thighs with both hands in slow tortuous circles, he let his desirous palm wrap around his thick cock.

He pulled slowly, feeling the weight of his hard flesh. Schuldich slid one hand under his pillow to retrieve the ever-present bottle of lube. The cap popped open with a snap, and Schuldich dribbled the oily liquid over his throbbing need. He let one hand glide along his wanton organ as the other massaged his balls.

Greedily, he charged on, pumping in swift even strokes. He moaned as his body sent a spear of pleasure through his cock, his anus, his stomach, his nipples. Faster. His hand drew rapidly along the path to his release. Close. He was close now. He could only see white behind his closed eyes. Hot cum pulsed out of the little slit, splashing in heavy spatters on his stomach.

Schuldich lay panting on his bed. Never enough. Unsatisfied, he grabbed the corner of the sheet and wiped his stomach. He decided that if masturbation would be his only release, he'd just have to find new ways to make it interesting.

He had some time today, and he resolved to put it to good use.

"Schuldich. We are required to attend." Brad's voice was firm, like a door slammed in the face.

"No. I haven't had a day off in months." Schuldich glared at Brad across his desk.

"This is not optional." Crawford's voice held the doomed finality that made Schuldich want to strike out and clock the leader of Schwarz on the jaw.

"That still gives me the afternoon." Schuldich got up and left the room.

Crawford acted the hard-ass with Schuldich a little too often for his tastes. He was sick of hearing 'no' from his lips. They were nice lips, but Brad would never let Schuldich touch him. He was far too involved with his own plans for world domination to have normal needs.

His other teammates were untouchable. Nagi, because it was sick to fuck a kid. Farfarello, because he was too mentally ill to appreciate the experience. But, he was getting desperate. Maybe he should put on a priest's habit and give the loony a visit. After profound consideration, he decided that that particular kink did nothing for him and left the flat in search of what might.

He jumped in his red sports car, tearing down the street to find what he needed.

Boxes neatly lined the shelves. It could have been any shop. Groceries, CD's, antiques. It was clean and well lit. Schuldich could clearly make out the names on the packages. Deluxe Anal Probe, Purple Plum Pleaser, The Corkscrew, Vibro Masturbator.

Deluxe, hmmm.... Schuldich sighed. He was doing a lot of sighing lately. Pathetic. He was young, gorgeous, and buying sex toys because he couldn't find time to get laid.

He never considered hiring any help. That idea really offended his ego. Paying for sex was admitting defeat. Buying a vibrator to use on himself was nothing short of tragic, but he could keep it a secret. No one had to know how pitiable he really was. Maybe he should break down and find a prostitute.

He entertained the idea for a moment before rejecting it. He knew what that life was all about. He didn't frequent prostitutes, because it hit too close to home. He picked out a box and headed towards the cash wrap. He didn't look the clerk in the eye as he paid cash for the purple vibrating butt-plug. The clerk stuffed the thing in a non-see-through black plastic bag and turned it over to its proud new owner.

The tinkling of bells drew Schuldich's attention to the front door.

Feline. A most apt description of the man that walked in the shop. He was graceful. He stalked over to a shelf with a dizzying array of lubricants. His hair was the color of blood and his skin was pale. Schuldich recognized Abyssinian.

The other assassin did not notice Schuldich. He scanned the shop for threats. Any trained assassin did that unconsciously, but he didn't notice the tall gaijin with flame red hair and a black plastic bag.

The bells rang out again and again the door opened.

Shit.

The long-limbed, golden skinned man looked around the room. Schuldich casually hid behind a display of strap-ons. Balinese found the other Weiß and joined him in his quest for lubrication.

Fuck.

Schuldich hadn't brought his gun. He knew that in a fight these two couldn't beat him without weapons, but he wasn't sure they weren't carrying any. Abyssinian's mind was always hard to penetrate. It was like banging your head on a block of ice. The blond only thought of one thing. Schuldich was frustrated enough. He didn't want to search Balinese's mind. His psyche was the inside of a brothel circa 1973, missing only the 'Superfly' soundtrack.

He didn't want a confrontation, although he could use the vibrator as a distraction if he needed to escape. Wouldn't that put Weiß off guard? Schuldich would use the Purple Plum Pleaser in self-defense only as a last resort. He decided to retreat.

Desperately, he looked for another exit. At the back of the shop there was a small doorway with a red velvet curtain hanging across it. Schuldich ran for it. He ducked under the fabric into the hallway.

The hall was lined with doors, but there was no exit.

Shit.

He would ponder this massive fire code violation later. Now, he needed to hide. He picked a knob and twisted it. The room was huge. Schuldich could smell the yakuza money in the air. That explained the flagrant abuse of the fire code anyway. He could kill some time until the Weiß boys finished their shopping, and then he could go back to base and give the huge purple badboy a whirl.

He sensed them still in his proximity, but he didn't get any closer to their minds than that. He looked around the room. A massage table, couches, an obscenely huge television. Definitely yakuza. In the back of the room stood an outsized black lacquer Chinese screen. Schuldich dropped onto one of the garish red leather sofas to wait it out.

The doorknob rattled. Schuldich jumped off the couch. He grabbed the bag with his new toy and darted behind the Chinese screen. Slowly, the door opened. Balinese was kissed aggressively into the room by Abyssinian. He didn't even pause to shut the door; he just kicked it closed with a booted foot. The ruby haired assassin backed Goldilocks up against the massage table, working the taller man's mouth with fevered kisses all the while.

Schuldich could see everything between the screen's panels. The intoxicating wash of their emotions made Schuldich want to moan. Through the gap in the screen, he watched Abyssinian pull off Balinese's shirt and drop it to the floor. He caught a flash of tongues as they ravaged each other's lips.

Abyssinian's hands unfastened his conquest's jeans and yanked them down in one tug. Spinning the blond around, he laid him over the massage table and pinned him there by leaning over his back. With his free hands, he unfastened his own jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his red swollen member.

Schuldich wanted to die. His own steel-tipped boner was dancing in his pants, and he had to sit quietly while two very hot guys fucked in his presence. God hates me. Farfarello is right. I think I'll join his cult. Making God cry was the last thing on Schuldich's mind as he watched Abyssinian fall to his knees behind Balinese, part his muscular ass cheeks, and lick the blond's hole until it was slick.

Fuck.

Schuldich couldn't take anymore of the live sex-show without going mad. He stealthily released his erection from his fly. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he watched as Abyssinian took a small bottle of lube from his pocket, greased himself and fingers, then returned to tormenting the himbo. He finger fucked Balinese, gently stretching and thrusting with his fingers until Blondie whimpered.

The pleasure radiating from both men thickly choked Schuldich's psychic senses. He didn't dare close his eyes. He didn't want to miss anything. He furiously pumped himself while watching Abyssinian push deep inside the writhing blond sprawled over the massage table.

"Oh Aya...."

The katana wielding assassin thrust into the mewling man's prone body, the crisp slapping of his balls on Balinese's ass filling the room.

"Please. Harder. Fuck me harder."

Abyssinian drove into Balinese ruthlessly, riding his hole, making him cry out with every plunge.

Schuldich wanted to come when they did. He was drunk on their lust. He watched the blond reach down between his own legs, grab his hard-on, and stroke it to the pounding force inside.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Balinese's orgasm ripped through Schuldich's psyche causing him to lose it. Abyssinian made only a small groan of satisfaction when his release came, but his enjoyment almost knocked Schuldich out of his chair.

"Oh...." Schuldich moaned.

Did I just make that sound?

There was a heartbeat. A moment. The room was still. Then, the screen was knocked aside and a length of wire coiled around Schuldich's neck.

Fuck.

"What the FUCK are you doing here?" Balinese pulled the wire, viciously accenting every word.

"Shopping." He felt a slight blush crawl over his cheeks. He didn't think anything could embarrass him anymore. He stood corrected.

He sat, cum soaked, with his now flaccid dick hanging out of his pants, drooling the last of his lame display of masturbation on the leg of his trousers. Caught with his pants down, Balinese's harigane cut into his neck painfully.

Abyssinian bent down, retrieving Schuldich's new acquisition. He looked in the bag as if he were expecting a bomb. When he pulled out the Purple Plum Pleaser, he held it up for Youji to see.

"That's a good one. Mine broke. Eats batteries like a bastard though." Balinese released Schuldich's throat from its wire cage and stepped back.

Abyssinian wasn't interested in exchanging sex tips. "Why are you here?"

"Coincidence." Schuldich wanted to crawl back to his lair. Being anywhere but under the scrutiny of those violet eyes, sounded good.

A wicked grin grew on Aya's lips, twisting them into a cruel little smirk. "Youji. Restrain him again."

This time, Balinese pulled Schuldich to his feet, wrenched his arms behind his back, and wrapped the harigane around them. Schuldich still wore his leather jacket. He wouldn't bleed, but he couldn't get free either. He let his mind drift into Abyssinian's, trying to sense what the other redhead had in mind.

He couldn't get anything from the human glacier, but Youji, who knew Aya like a book, anticipated something pleasurable.

Aya grabbed Schuldich by the hair and dragged him, half stumbling half walking, to the massage table. He forced Schuldich down over it and pressed his neck into the white vinyl. He could smell the scent of Youji's sweat, his nose was pressed so deeply into the padded table.

He couldn't see what they were doing. His arms contorted painfully as Abyssinian clutched the scruff of his neck so that he couldn't turn his head. Youji joined Aya behind Schuldich. His trousers were yanked around his knees. He heard the sounds of plastic rustling, drawers opening, and the two other assassins moving behind him.

"What are you doing?" Schuldich was proud to note that his voice sounded very macho.

"We performed for you...." Abyssinian's voice was a deep cooing rumble, satisfied, but dangerous, "Now you perform for us."

Shit.

It wasn't that Schuldich wasn't intrigued. He preferred screwing men. It wasn't even the fact they hadn't asked nicely. Even the bondage was tolerable, but the purple-eyed ice bitch was scaring him. He took another little peek inside his head, revealing an intense blood fetish and some seriously twisted bdsm shit.

He was surprised to note that Abyssinian always wanted to have Schuldich like this, bound, bleeding, and at his mercy. Schuldich detected a thrill in his icy interior at taking the servant of evil that he perceived Schuldich to be. He wanted to punish him.

As fun as having the evil fucked out of him sounded in theory, in reality, his arms were beginning to numb. Shards of agony dug splinters in his back, as Balinese grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head up.

Balinese...Youji, his mind was warm. Where Aya was cold silver moonlight, Youji was hot golden sunlight. His only kinks were exhibitionism, doing it in public places, and being spanked. However, Abyssinian had rubbed off on him, because he treated Schuldich viciously now. He sensed a need for revenge, a thirst for conquest, excitement at dominating someone he feared.

They should fear him. He could fry both their minds with a careless thought. However, his reawakening erection ground into the massage table, crying out for the attentions of the sexy men tormenting him.

What the hell.

He decided against destroying their minds in favor of a good shagging. If they didn't do any serious harm, he was getting some.

Two latex gloved hands parted his cheeks, causing Schulcich to yelp. That wasn't very manly. He had done horrible things to the Weiß boys in the past. He hoped that they weren't in a petty mood. It was only his job after all. He withheld another yelp when a plastic tube was shoved unceremoniously up his ass. Chilled lubricant surged into his body, cooling him rapidly. Schuldich shivered.

The sound of a lawnmower near his ear caused him to start. Balinese let Schuldich's hair go and disappeared behind him. Gloved fingers invaded his body. He was stretched thoroughly; Abyssinian was efficient in that regard. The buzzing near his ear moved behind him. The first touch of the vibrator made Schuldich moan.

It teased the crack between his cheeks, tickling up to the base of his spine, before drifting lazily down to brush his balls. Then, gloved hands parted the muscular hemispheres of his ass. The vibrator slid into his hole. Schuldich hissed at the intrusion, but it was endurable. The low vibrations stimulated his nerves into a frenzied dance, and he couldn't help moaning again.

With the flick of a switch, the vibrator changed gears. He didn't realize, when he purchased it, that it had a liquefy setting. Schuldich cried out. "Ah! Fuck!"

He was so distracted, he didn't notice the sound of the door closing.

Shit.

Life was a living hell. Standing around in a penguin suit, babysitting Takatori, was almost as fun as what the Weiß boys did to him today. By the time he'd mind-wiped the shop girl who freed him, it was time to don the tux and go on duty. Today's humiliation would have been easier to deal with if he had, at least, orgasmed.

The oversized vibrator got him so hot, he was sure that his insides would melt. He'd been so sensitized that anything could have sent him over the edge. It didn't. Cum soaked from masturbating, with lubricating gel leaking from his ass, Schuldich crawled home, a defeated villain. He never thought he could be debased so completely.

Abyssinian really was a bastard. A beautiful bastard. But, a bastard. He didn't care how long it took, Abyssinian and his boy toy were going down. The human icicle was going to wish he'd never gone seeking lube in that particular shop. Schuldich was a bigger bastard with a penchant for fucking with people's minds.

Contemplating revenge entertained him through a very dry, very political evening. Cigars, cognac, and old fogies were not usually so easy to deal with. When it got too dull, Schuldich went to his happy place, envisioning the two elder Weiß in bondage with power tools up their asses.

It barely registered when Takatori himself slapped him on the back, breaking into guffawing stodgy laughter. Quick scan of the mind informed Schuldich he'd just told his favorite golf joke that he'd already told a million times. He was so rich, couldn't he buy a new joke?

Kill me. Somebody just fucking shoot me.

Schuldich laughed along gamely, playing the part of lackey to the hilt.

If Brad didn't want you alive, I'd do you for free.

An opportunity to slip away presented itself as some toadying corporate stooge simpered his way into Takatori's presence. Schuldich strolled along an endless corridor out onto a private balcony. The moon had risen full and silver. It loomed over Tokyo, bathing the already bright city in reflected sunlight.

He took a deep breath of smog-laden air. Listening to all the guests at the party gave Schuldich a dull throbbing headache. Not from the effort, but the inanity of the minds he spied upon. One more thought of finances, gaining power, or a mistress and he would explode. He reluctantly left the balcony, entering the corridor.

He saw a familiar booted foot round a corner. At inhuman speed, Schuldich followed. No one on Weiß moved faster than him. Tearing down the corridor at breakneck pace, he wondered how Abyssinian got past his defenses.

Turning the next corner, he expected to see one surprised assassin. Instead, all was silent.

Impossible!

The hall was echoing in its emptiness. He stood alone. Scanning the area with his mind, he couldn't sense any danger. It was as if the other assassin had never been there. He turned back the way he came to search the area. No need to worry the others. Maybe today shook him up more than he cared to admit.

"AWK!!! GACK!!!"

Wire wrapped around his already lacerated throat. Schuldich was pulled into the janitor's closet by his neck. Handcuffs clicked shut around his wrists, pinning them behind his back. He was so shocked, he didn't even mentally warn the rest of Schwarz. No one had ever been able to catch him off guard like this.... No one.

"Happy to see us again?" Balinese breathed huskily in Schuldich's ear.

"Let me go, and I'll kill you quickly." He yanked his bound hands to find that they were cuffed around the plumbing.

"Threats?" Abyssinian sounded amused.

Schuldich reached out with his power and attempted to compel the other assassins to free him. They laughed. They were laughing at him.

"What's so funny?" Schuldich almost pouted.

"Your 'powers' won't work on us, so relax." Balinese leaned nonchalantly on a shelf containing sponges and scouring powder.

"We aren't after your employer." The words were ground out in hatred as Abyssinian stifled a powerful urge to charge into the soirée and gut Takatori.

"Why are you here?" Schuldich had to know, professional curiosity.

"Another target, but we have to wait." Balinese leered at Schuldich.

"Oh no. Fuck no. I've already had enough from you two. Leave me the hell alone."

He couldn't take anymore of their antics. The sexual performance, the vibrator, and the humiliation wore Schuldich down. He'd never been so sexually frustrated in his life. It only got worse when Abyssinian pulled Balinese into a deep kiss, grabbing him by his pert ass and undulating his already aroused cock into Youji's groin.

Schuldich groaned and closed his eyes. It would be fine as long as he didn't look. But, his extra-sensory ability wouldn't stop ogling. The fiery flames of lust licked at the corners of his consciousness. They were going to get it on here. Right here. In front of him.

Tears welled in the corners of Schuldich's eyes. It had been so long since another human being touched him. His last one night stand was months behind him. There was no hope of meeting anyone tonight. The party would be hours yet, and who knew when he'd be able to lose the metal bracelets.

Don't listen to the heavy breathing. Don't smell their hot bodies. Ignore them.

Schuldich jolted out of his lament when a teasing hand caressed his cheek.

"You look pent up. Seen any action lately?" Weiß's answer to infertility in the world let his hand drift down Schuldich's chest to cup his painfully engorged erection.

Schuldich tried to restrain his rebellious pelvis as it thrust his cock into Youji's hand.

Balinese's throaty laughter was filled with sex.

Swallowing hard, Schuldich managed to gasp, "Get your hands off me."

Aya pulled Youji away from the other redhead. He grabbed Youji's golden locks and guided him to his knees in front of his crotch. Obediently, Balinese unzipped Abyssinian's leather pants and nibbled on the treat that fell out of them. When he took the hard flesh into his mouth, Schuldich felt the pleasure like a fist in the gut. His own erection twitched eagerly in his slacks.

Even though Youji's skill would reduce a weaker man to beggary, Aya stared smugly into Schuldich's eyes. He stroked Youji's hair like some beloved pet, as he swallowed Abyssinian's cock deep in his throat. The frantic pace and pure talent behind the oral display became apparent when Aya cried out in release.

Schuldich didn't think just anyone could rend a sound from the cold bastard. That thought led to wondering what Youji's tricky tongue could do to his body. Frustration so consumed Schuldich, he moaned, watching Aya thrust shallowly a few more times into his willing receptacle.

Balinese stood, wiped his lips, and turned to Schuldich. The exhilarating taste of male satiation overwhelmed him when Youji kissed him, driving his tongue deep into Schuldich's mouth.

Losing himself in the flavor of Aya's seed and the hot caresses of Youji's lips and tongue, Schuldich succumbed to his need and kissed Balinese ardently. Lips clashed and warred in pleasure. The sudden loss of those inviting lips, pried a quiet whimper from Schuldich.

"Balinese." With that one word, the two assassins left Schuldich once again, raging erection firmly protesting their departure.

No.

Alone in the janitor's closet, cuffed to the plumbing, hot tears spilled over Schuldich's cheeks. Extreme dissatisfaction drew Schuldich's handsome features into a severe glower. He collected himself and then called out to Brad along their mental hotline.

Schuldich hated being used like a psychic cell-phone, but at times like this, he was happy to use his power.

He was so exhausted, he couldn't move. He sat on the edge of his bed rubbing his wrists. Crawford had been in a pissy mood and left him in the janitor's closet to teach him a lesson. Foreseeing no complications from Schuldich's absence, he was abandoned with the mops and cleansers until Brad felt like retrieving him.

The chewing out he received had been monumental. Brad never raised his voice, but Schuldich wished he would. Crawford's steady disappointment was harder to bear than a beating. The only reason he hadn't received one of those as well, was that Weiß's target was standing in the way of Brad's plans to be supreme ruler of planet earth.

His hand traveled to his neck, gingerly fingering the fine crisscrossing lacerations. Schuldich closed his eyes. The carnal exhibition in the janitor's closet flashed behind his lids.

No.

Thinking about slut-boy and the human glacier made him feel more wasted, so he decided to shed the tux and crash.

Reaching in his pocket to find his keys, a stiff little rectangle of paper poked his finger. He fished it out.

LUST

Black card, red lettering. Only the one word printed on it. Schuldich knew of it. It was a Goth-club. He had no idea how the card entered his pocket. Right now, he didn't care. Tossing the card aside, he shrugged off his tux, throwing it carelessly over a chair, got in bed, and fell asleep.

Schuldich opened his eyes slowly. Groaning, he rolled over and glanced at the clock. 1:34. He was late. Missing the morning briefing and assignments was punishable by death. He threw on some jeans and high tailed it down the hall to Crawford's office.

He opened the door to find Brad studying some documents. He appeared so deep in concentration, Schuldich was surprised when he spoke.

"Sit down."

Schuldich meekly sat in one of the two leather chairs on the opposite side of the huge desk that was a sea of mahogany between them.

"I have been working you too hard. Last night never could have happened if you were sharp. Take two days starting tomorrow."

He wasn't sure he heard Crawford correctly. A three-day holiday? Well, two and a half, he had slept rather late.

The obsessive workaholic looked at Schuldich, relaying clearly that if there was nothing else, he should depart.

Taking the hint, Schuldich wandered out of the office. He knew exactly what he would do with his days off.

At least the drinks were strong. The Goth scene wasn't his usual thing, but the mysterious card he found in his tuxedo pocket, drove him wild with curiosity.

Next to him at the bar, sat a potential bedmate. He was beautiful; dark haired, hazel eyed, and legal. Schuldich only used his mental abilities to detect that he was interested. He didn't want to waste any time chasing reluctant prey.

He was just about to suggest that they repair to a stall in the men's room, when he caught site of a familiar face. It was Balinese. Resplendent. Dazzling. Gorgeous. He looked like liquid gold.

His hair was drawn back into a sleekly groomed queue, revealing the angular lines of his face. He wore no shirt, the oiled muscles of his chest glistened in the low light of the club.

On his neck rested a lustrous silver metal collar with a D ring dangling in front. His left arm bore a solid silver gauntlet. A matching chrome armband encircled his right bicep. The pale metallic jewelry was in stark contrast to his rich golden skin.

Patent leather that hung low on his hips, strangled his legs, revealing every curve of his corded thighs. Thick soled, knee high boots crawled up his shins with a ladder of silver buckles.

Schuldich abandoned his would-be love slave without saying a word, walking towards the beautiful man who so entranced and vexed him. Thoughts of revenge were easily replaced with thoughts of taking Balinese back to the hotel that Schuldich had occupied for just that purpose.

He watched Balinese approach the far end of the bar. Immediately, the bartender served him, obviously salivating over the lean half naked man. Balinese turned around, his wide green eyes sauntering languidly over the crowd. Schuldich glided through the throng, parting people like a shark.

When Youji turned back to the bar to receive his drink, Schuldich stepped forward and pinned him there. Balinese didn't even tense up at the contact. Schuldich searched his mind. He expected him.

Leisurely, he finished his drink, even as Schuldich pressed his chest against his exposed back. Balinese put his glass down and Schuldich wrapped his arms around him. Taller than Youji, he bent down to press his lips to an adorned ear. He took the silver hoop in his teeth and tugged gently. He kissed his neck.

Focused on teasing the man in his embrace, he hadn't sensed Abyssinian's approach. Schuldich jerked when a hand, bearing a sharp knife, slid between his thighs and dug a hole through his leathers into the flesh directly above his femoral artery.

::SUCKER.::

The thought registered loud and clear in Schuldich's mind. How did these little pricks catch him off guard like this? He was angry with himself for taking the bait. He wondered what it would be this time. Chained in the men's room? Worked into a lather then ditched on the dance floor?

Abyssinian grazed his balls with the knife before retracting it. Schuldich released Youji and deliberately turned to face Aya. Abyssinian very showily closed the shining butterfly knife and tucked it inside his floor-length patent leather coat.

He was a striking little badass, but Schuldich wasn't playing his game tonight. He rebelliously regarded the other assassin, his cool violet eyes, his body covered suggestively in head to toe, shining, form-fitting patent leather, the ever-present steel-toed biker boots, and Schuldich realized he wanted him.

He wanted them both. Reaching out with his mind, Schuldich felt desire from both of them. Desire, that was directed towards him. Youji stepped up to press himself to Schuldich's back as Aya grabbed a fistful of his flame red hair and pulled his lips close enough to feel the heat of Aya's mouth.

Abyssinian made it clear, with one dominating gesture, that this was no tease. But, it would be done his way. The intensity of the eyes devouring him, and the taunting lips denied him, made concern fade from his mind. Schuldich surrendered. Salty lips drifted over his before crushing his mouth in a dictating demanding press. When they broke apart, Schuldich caught a faint smile, a specter on Aya's lips.

"Let's go."

It was one order Schuldich gladly followed.

Riding back to Schuldich's hotel room had been arousing. Schuldich's car wasn't made for passengers, so Youji sat on Aya's lap. The two men caressed and kissed each other. Aya sucked Youji's nipples, and Schuldich had to focus on the road while listening to Youji's guttural whispers of ecstasy.

He hadn't been overlooked, even though he was driving. Aya permitted Youji to lean over and play with Schuldich a little. Breathing in his ear, licking and biting his neck, and rubbing his hand along the hard line of Schuldich's cock, were all Youji dared with Schuldich's already questionable driving.

The exclusive hotel's underground parking, led to a private elevator that rode to the penthouse level rooms.

In the elevator, Schuldich realized how dangerous this was. Even as he watched Aya take Youji's mouth in a fathomless kiss, he realized these men could kill him. He knew that in the future, they would face each other, and either Schuldich or they, would not walk away.

The thought thrilled him.

Kritiker and Esstet would take their three small lives now, if they knew how they were being betrayed. The danger in this rebellious liaison only sweetened the rush for Schuldich.

Which, was why, despite months of imprisoned sexual need, he slowed down to savor the experience. Such a risk wanted to be prolonged, experienced to the fullest. If he were to pay, he'd make every second count.

He opened his suite and stood aside to permit Aya and Youji access.

Aya surveyed the room, strode over to the bar, pulled off his patent leather gloves, and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He took his drink to the plush armchair directly facing the bed and sat, watching Youji and Schuldich. His silent posture made Schuldich an offer. He was allowing him to take Youji first.

A gesture not lost on Schuldich. There was no trust here, only lust, but there were rules to the game. Youji's collar attested to his place. Aya's behavior placed him on top. Schuldich fell somewhere in between.

Accepting Aya's offer, Schuldich watched as Youji bent over, slowly unfastening the buckles on his boots one at a time. He kicked his boots aside and popped the button of his second skin, before teasing down the zipper, and finally, shedding the pants like a serpent - sensuously slithering.

Schuldich observed Youji's striptease with a racing pulse. He devoured Youji as he lay back on the bed, waiting for Schuldich to move. Youji was a long road, and Schuldich's eyes drove over him like a sports car out of control. After appreciating the scenery, Schuldich leisurely unbuttoned his leather vest.

The other two men watched curiously as Schuldich bared his body. He knew he was hot. He felt them both in their increasing excitement, as he revealed his tall form. He decided to entice them for a change.

He walked unhurriedly to the stereo, putting on his favorite music, letting the other men watch the defined muscles of his broad back. He returned to the golden wet dream on the bed and started opening his leather pants. He sat beside Youji, kicked off his boots, and stood again, letting the leather pool around his ankles.

Youji wore only his shining silver collar and the other metal adornments. Schuldich urged him to sit up. He could feel the wall of heat and longing between them, as he reached around Youji and removed the heavy silver clasp from the end of his plait. Loosening his tresses from the braid, Schuldich gently combed his fingers through Youji's hair.

The heavy silver gauntlet was the next to go, then the silver rings, but he left the chrome band on Youji's right bicep. He ran a finger along Youji's collarbone, over his metal choker, around his nape to playfully tug at the little lock that kept his neck captive.

Youji smiled at Schuldich's puzzling approach. Schuldich heard his thoughts. Youji was sure he'd be pressed facedown into the mattress by now; he hadn't expected this strangely affectionate behavior.

They sat there naked, staring into each other's eyes for a moment. Schuldich reached out and cupped Youji's face in his hands and drew his lips close. The first kiss was crystalline sugar - pure and sweet, only a chaste brushing of flesh.

Youji gave himself to Schuldich.

The hunger for that vulnerable submission destroyed Schuldich's control. He tore at Youji's mouth, a starving wolf with its defenseless prey. He petted Youji's moist skin, finding a golden-pink nipple, and rolling it between his fingers. He stroked, grabbed, and kneaded Youji's body anywhere he could lay his greedy hands.

He licked insistently at Youji's mouth, tasting foreign exotic maleness, a spice from some mythic land. Moans, almost lost in the low thrumming music filling the suite, vibrated on Schuldich's lips.

Feasting his way down Youji's neck to his chest; he drew a nipple between his teeth, clamped down, and pulled it roughly. Youji gasped at the sensation, winced, and tried to pull away. Schuldich encircled Youji's wrists and wrenched his arms behind his back, which pulled Youji into Schuldich's strong embrace.

He released his arms slightly so that he could engulf Youji's other nipple. So near his chest, Schuldich could hear Youji's pounding heart and panting breath. Cradling Youji's shoulders, he lay him back on the bed. He sneaked his hand under the pillow and withdrew the bottle of lubricant he always kept handy.

Wetting his fingers, he returned to mauling Youji's body. Nuzzling, exploring, working his way down the carved muscles of his stomach, he hovered away from the vicinity of Youji's desperate need. Warm breath caressed, promising pleasure as he spread Youji's legs and knelt between them.

He let his tongue attack Youji's impressive manhood with long wet strokes. The tangy musk of the beauty underneath him, drove Schuldich to swallow that delectable cock into his throat. As he fucked Youji with his mouth, his fingers roughly massaged the sweet secret between his legs. His body opened willingly to Schuldich's brutal and tender invasion.

Youji easily admitted three fingers. He was slippery now, and Schuldich was beyond eager, so he took his own length, bearing down on Youji forcefully. Moaning, Youji let his head loll to one side as he closed his eyes in bliss.

"Look at me." Schuldich could hear his own low raw voice, even in a whisper.

Youji opened his wide green eyes and trained them on Schuldich's face. The enjoyment there was obvious. Schuldich thrust harder to see Youji's eyes flare with revving charging lust. He pounded on, filling Youji, fucking his body, and touching his mind.

The feeling of his mind exhilarated Schuldich as much as did his body. Echoes of Youji's overstimulated, passion wrought consciousness blew Schuldich's psyche blind. His ability shorted out for one brief moment, as he plummeted towards orgasm. His mind was silence. His body convulsed in pleasure, lost deep in pulsing waves of release.

Youji looked up at him. Amused. He hadn't finished. Even though Schuldich still reeled from the incredible climax, it wouldn't do to leave Youji unsatisfied.

His erection never flagged. Schuldich could go all night. He rallied, gently dancing in and out, pulsing his hips, undulating over that place inside Youji that made him tighten, gripping the slick cock in his ass.

Schuldich took Youji's weighty flesh and stroked firmly.

"Oh.... Fuck.... Yes."

It didn't take much to push Youji over the edge.

When Youji finished, Schuldich rolled off and propped himself on his elbow by Youji's side. He looked down at the sated man who lazed beside him. Reaching out, he smoothed Youji's long soft hair over the pillow.

He had almost forgotten Aya.

Almost.

The feel of cool violet on his back couldn't be shaken. The emotions and thoughts that radiated from Aya were guarded, but not impossible to read. Stretching his sixth sense, a maelstrom of lust/jealously/hatred bombarded him.

This is why he had brought them here. The excitement. Youji was pleasure. Pleasure comes with a price. Aya was pain. Schuldich's punishment would be feeling those slender pale hands on his body in any way Aya desired. The thought of being dominated by someone so beautiful and deadly brought Schuldich's body a cascade of tingling goosebumps. He would pay the price.

He looked at Aya. Nature marks poisonous snakes with bright colors. The crimson hair, empurpled eyes, and porcelain skin of his subjugator left no doubt that this beauty held venom.

Aya sat in the chair, now unclothed. He stood up and drew a hank of black silk cord from the arm of the chair. He waited. Schuldich knew what he wanted. He crawled off the bed and moved in front of Aya. With his superior height, he hovered over Aya for a moment before sinking to his knees at his feet.

Schuldich was eye level with the elegant prick that would be savaging his hole. He wanted to taste it. He didn't dare.

Soft cool silk cord twisted around his neck. One, two, three times around. Down his back. Around his chest. Around his waist. Over and under. Finally his hands were bound low, in the small of his back. Black cord on white skin. As a final touch, Aya firmly tied a small length of the cord under his balls and around his erection.

His eyes modestly cast to the floor, he heard one whispering thought from the man behind him.

::Beautiful::

One thought that made it all worthwhile. He had been transformed into something Aya found praiseworthy.

Aya ran a finger over his bonds, inspecting his work, looking for weaknesses. He stood behind Schuldich. Taking a handful of Schuldich's thick long hair, he pulled his head back towards him as far as it would go. Aya brushed his lips along Schuldich's exposed throat. His tongue lapped at the sweat there.

Youji joined them on the floor, by the foot of the bed. He liked to watch. He handed Aya something. The knife opened with a swift sharp clanging of metal on metal. Schuldich gasped as Aya made one shallow cut on his throat.

The image of the small trickle of red blood flowing down Schuldich's white throat, filled Aya's mind. With vampiric yearning, Aya bent down and ran his tongue along the scarlet trail. His ravenous teeth descended on Schuldich's neck, marking him. Panting now, with an onslaught of bites and kisses, Schuldich moaned when Aya released him.

Aya shared a deep kiss with Youji, letting him taste Schuldich's essence. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see how Aya held Youji, close and tender, and Schuldich felt a longing. A craving he couldn't name.

When Aya turned back to him, his eyes sparkled with anticipation. He pushed Schuldich forward, so that his shoulders rested on the floor. He felt the cold wetness of lubrication and the intrusion of insistent fingers. Deep sumptuous stroking opened his body to Aya. He was ready, he wanted it. Schuldich was so hot, he begged, "Please."

Schuldich couldn't feel Aya touching him, and, for a moment, he wondered if housekeeping would be freeing him tomorrow morning.

Surprise at the long turgid rod filling him, made him gasp. Aya pushed deep inside Schuldich. In a slow rhythm of possession, Aya made Schuldich his, beating against the helplessly bound man's ass.

Aya quickened his pace, rocking forward, pushing Schuldich's shoulders into the floor. Schuldich was lost in the feeling of being filled and taken; the pleasures of letting Aya use his body for his satisfaction.

Delicious little pants from behind Schuldich were his only indication that Aya neared his release. He was gratified when he felt the jerking waving sensation of another's orgasm flowing into his body. Aya made no sound as he climaxed.

When Aya pulled away, he felt empty. Cool seed leaked out of his opening.

"Youji." Aya commanded.

Youji moved behind Schuldich. He was filled again.

They used him this way, taking turns riding Schuldich's hole, until his bound cock screamed to be liberated. Being so thoroughly fucked and filled was a torture when there was no release.

Finally, with Aya buried deep inside, he pulled Schuldich back against his chest and Youji quickly unfastened the cord binding his cock. He'd never come so hard in his life. Schuldich yelled until he was hoarse. Weakly, he collapsed against Aya.

They sat together on the floor, breathing hard, calming themselves. Time passed, and Schuldich felt himself helped to the bed. He heard the metallic sound of Aya's knife, and for one eternal moment, his breathing stopped in fear. Then, the shibari fell away from his body.

Arms, shoulders, and wrists protested the bondage with a dull pain as his muscles relaxed and circulation returned to normal.

Youji and Aya lay on either side of Schuldich. He fell into a light sleep, but was roused by a shifting of the mattress. Aya got up and wandered into the bathroom. Schuldich could hear the shower.

He looked over at Youji, who appeared to be asleep. His handsome profile fascinated Schuldich. He felt high with the satisfaction of the sex. He reached out, taking a silky golden ringlet, and wrapping it around his finger.

"You okay?" Youji rolled over to face Schuldich.

"Fine. Is he always like that?"

"Like what?"

"So intense."

"Would I be with him if he wasn't?" Youji let his hand trail up Schuldich's side, causing him to shiver. "You ready for round two?"

"Serious? After that?" Schuldich secretly thought that if Weiß needed to eliminate Schwarz all they had to do was get them in bed.