Amethyst Eyes

Amethyst Eyes II
by zheyrryhn aka Michael Barnette

They aren’t mine much as I’d wish it otherwise. Weiss Kreuz is the property of Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss.

Dedicated to Ummeiko and Auburnimp, my partners in fanficdom and RPG madness and also to Frueychan the best Omi player an RPG ever had. We miss you Fruey.
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I creep like a thief into Aya's room, closing the door softly behind me.

A dim shard of moonlight has come in, lighting Aya's pallid face, his red hair looking like a dark halo in the in the unlit room. He doesn't awaken, lost in the deeper sleep of the painkiller Youji had given him just before he had gone out on a date.

That had been a couple of hours ago, but Youji wouldn't be back any time soon. He never was home early from his dates.

Off screwing a woman, leaving Aya, injured and weak here with Omi and I, knowing we'd take care of Aya.

And I plane to 'take care of Aya'... oh yeah. Real good care.

Our fight yesterday with Schwarz hadn't gone well. Shit we were all battered and bruised. But Aya had taken the worst of it. He'd been the only one shot. Fucking Crawford screwing with Aya as usual. Nothing serious, but he'd bled bad and, in typical Aya fashion he hadn't bothered to mention it until he'd slumped to the ground just a few yards away from the door of the Koneko.

I let my bathrobe slip to the floor, naked beneath it. Just looking at Aya. He was still weak from bloodloss, lost in the helpless sleep induced by the painkiller.

This is wrong, I tell myself.

This is what he does to me, I tell myself.

It's his right to have you, I argue with myself.

It's my right to have him, I argue with myself.

And I stand there, staring at him, wanting him, afraid to touch him.

Just a kiss, I just want that from his lips. I don't have to do more than that.

Sure, Hidaka. You had to be naked just to kiss him.

So I move closer and I kiss him, lightly on the lips.

They are soft, just like I remember from the one kiss he has ever given me. Warm.

He mutters in his sleep, not clearly, but I recognize the name of his lover.

Youji.

A pang of envy tears at me. Everything he has to give he gives to the other man. Tall and slender blonde with the jade green eyes.

My eyes are brown... plain dull uninteresting brown. Like my hair.

Together they are flame and sunlight, amethyst and jade.

I'm just mud.

And it hurts....

So little he gives to me... cold and emotionless bastard that he can be.

Liar. I know there's more to him than that. I've _heard_ him with Youji. I've _heard_ both of their voices raised in passionate cries. Youji always louder than Aya, it was true, but I _had_ heard Aya's breathless gasps and soft moaning.

Thinking about them together had made me hard.

I looked down at the sleeping man, kissed him, one hand running over the smooth expanse of his chest, over the arch of ribcage just above his flat stomach, then over his abdomen.

This is a thing not meant for me to do. Touching him. Caressing him.

He's always forbidden it.

But I can't stop now.

And he doesn't waken.

No, he was probably used to Youji touching him while he slept. Holding him. Caressing him. Kissing him. A spark of rage burns inside me heating my jealousy.

Envy isn't an emotion I'm accustomed to feeling. And I'm finding that I don't much care for it. Especially not like this.

But I can't stop touching him. His skin is so warm... perhaps he's slightly feverish from the wound and bloodloss... and I don't care if he is.

I pull the covers aside, discovering that, other than the bandage wrapping his left thigh, he is naked....

...and so very beautiful that I have trouble thinking. I've never seen him in this much light before. His skin is flawless... his body perfectly formed... like some mythological god carved in alabaster.

I touch the wounded leg lightly on the inner side and he instinctively flinches away, his legs now spread apart. I climb onto his bed, kneeling between this thighs.

Once I had thought of him as the thief... perhaps my occasional rapist. But the willing can't be raped can they? And I'd been willing from the start. If he woke up now, I'd let him have me. That's me, Ken the uke. The pathetically submissive assassin.

Kneeling there between his legs I was suddenly ashamed... and terribly, achingly hard at the same time.

Such beauty. Such shame.

But I couldn't stop now. I didn't want to. It was Aya that I wanted. Helpless, weakened Aya.

If he were anything but injured and weak I'd have no chance at all to do what I had been dreaming about for months. He'd been in me time and time again. But I'd never cum with him inside me.. and I'd never been inside him.

Tonight that was going to change.

A hand... shaking slightly from what I was daring to do... reached out and took his flaccid length, fingers wrapping around the hardness, stroking the silken flesh. I smiled. This was the cock that fucked me. I never realized how big it was. I leaned down and wrapped my mouth around it, not completely certain what I was doing, but wanting to taste him.

"Hnn.." he mumbled in his sleep. "Youji... mmm... tired..." he added, words slurred. Then he was quiet again, but his cock was steel in my mouth now, the flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue.

This was wonderful. This was Heaven. This was what I wanted. This was wrong. And it was probably going to get me beaten to bloody hash.

And I still couldn't stop.

I raped him a bit more with my mouth, and then stopped. It was good to have him where I could taste him, he was salty-sweet... but this was not what I had entered his room for. And it was not the prize I wanted for the beating I was sure to suffer at his hands.. and likely Youji's as well.

In for a pinch in for a pound as the saying goes. I carefully reached into the drawer of the bedside table and rummaged through an assortment of items that shocked and amazed me... I hadn't expected them to have _that_, or that one either. My cheeks heated in embarrassment.

Rapist me, blushing over sex-toys found in my victim's room. Sad. Very sad and pathetic.

I grabbed their bottle of lube and slicked my hand before setting it aside. Reaching lower I pressed my finger to the crack of his asscheeks fumbling a bit seeking the yielding pucker there.

Aya's wounded leg moved farther away from me and he moaned softly... the name... always Youji.

The blonde was a hot and horny bastard. Aya was probably used to being molested by him in his sleep. But I hadn't been sure if Aya had ever yielded his heated body to Youji's penetration. I still wasn't sure. Perhaps only some of the assorted toys found their way into Aya... dominant and dominating cold bastard that he was, I just couldn't imagine him yielding that much of himself even to the jade-eyed man who was his lover. Smiling, a finger sliding in I thrust into him trying to see what Aya would take.

He gasped slightly and his hips rocked a bit trying to shy away from my probing.

Seme Aya. Maybe the toys were all for use on Youji.

I smeared the lube on my own erection and carefully lifted Aya so that his legs were across my folded thighs.

Even that didn't bring him awake. The drug must have been pretty strong. Maybe enough to keep him under until Youji came home. Strong enough to keep His Stubbornness down. We all knew Aya too well by now. Left to himself he'd have been wandering the house, refusing to rest, trying to do something. Like work on the books for the Koneko, or clean the kitchen.

He just lay there lost in the embrace of the drug, his body helpless in my grasp.

This wasn't something I had any right to do.

But I wasn't going to stop either.

I'd never done this before.

Dreamed about it. Wanted it. Fantasized about it... Yes and yes and yes. Actually done it.. no.

I got myself into position and pushed his legs up more as I eased myself into him.

Much as I'd hate to admit it, I nearly shot my wad right then and there. It was so damned tight and hot inside Aya that just the contact of his hot ass around me was nearly more than I could bear. Eyes closed I knelt there, his legs spread wide, me hilt deep in him.

When I opened my eyes it was to see a glacial amethyst gaze staring back.

He was going to kill me for this. I could see the fury his gaze... blizzard cold... telling me so.

Resolved to pay for my sin, I was also resolved to actually commit the whole of the sin. My hips shot forward in a hard thrust and Aya's eyes narrowed, his hands lifting to grab both of my arms.

He still hadn't spoken. Hadn't made a sound. But his hands had my forearms and were treating them to a punishing grip that would bruise.

In for a pinch...

And I started thrusting, fast and.. yes I admit it.. brutally hard.

The fingers on my arms freed me his left hand going to grasp my throat, the right hand hammering into my stomach.

It hurt.

But I didn't stop, couldn't stop.

I couldn't look at him, couldn't stand the look in his eyes and so I closed my eyes refusing to see what I didn't want to know. I wanted him to like this. To be like the Aya from my fantasies. Stupid me. That's all they were... fantasies. Aya was a cold and emotionless bastard for everyone but [i]Youji[/i] his lover.

Before I had been ready to cum the instant I entered him. Now he had tightened down on me so much I wasn't certain I would be able to cum at all.

But I didn't relent either, my thrusts increasing in tempo, in forcefulness.

The hand at my throat fell away.

And I opened my eyes.

He wouldn't look at me, his head turned aside, to all appearances disinterested in what was being done to his body. But he had stopped trying to hurt me. Had he stopped feeling too/ Or had he even started to feel any of what I was doing? Could he? In his cold and arrogant pride could he even accept pleasure this way?

I didn't know. And I found that I didn't care.

...in for a pound.

This was so... good. A bit too tight.. a bit to uncaring... and I didn't give a damn. This was all he had given me. And it was what I was going to give to him.

Eyes closed again I thought only of my fantasy Aya. The Aya that urged me on, that caressed and kissed me... that moaned the way I'd heard him doing with Youji.

Then his hands [i]were[/i] on me again. Fingers digging into me with brutal force as he grasped my hips.

I opened my eyes to see amethyst staring back, still hard and cool... unyielding. But his hands were helping to drive me mercilessly into his heat, his legs lifting him up for a better angle, helping me find the place inside him that would give him pleasure.

And I knew then he [i]had[/i] been penetrated before. He was seeking out the spot inside himself with a sureness that reminded me of the blond man he fucked with several times a month.

Thinking about them together made me suddenly angry and I drove myself into Aya as hard as I could stand it, hard enough that I was hurting myself.

And there it was, the soft moan as I finally hit the right place. After that I kept finding it until I heard the nearly inaudible cry of Aya reacting to my presence deep inside him. His eyes were half closed, glazed, expression still unreadable.

His breathing however carried the unmistakable hitch that I knew meant he was getting close to cumming. I grasped his cock in my hand and worked it in time with my own thrusts.

"Ken! Yes... yes..."

My name on his lips as he came hard into my hand, his fingers digging into my ass ramming me into him until I gasped out his name and collapsed on top of him, my own cum wrenched from me in an orgasm so powerful I thought it was going to kill me.

Some days, in retrospect, I wish it had.

Slim hands roamed up my back over sweat slicked skin, then his arms wrapped around me, holding me as I cried into his silky hair. Hair that smelled of sweet vanilla, and now, faintly of his own sweat.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to do this," he told me quietly.

There was a soft click and door swung open to reveal Youji standing there.

"Hidaka, there had better be a good damned explanation for me finding you here sunk to the hilt of you dick in [i]my[/i] lover."

I would have jumped and run, but Aya's arms were still around me and he wasn't letting me go.

"Youji... he just came in here to rape me," Aya answered quietly.

Cold bastard Aya. He knew exactly how Kudo would react to that.

"Raped you.... You son of a [i]bitch[/i] Hidaka!"

Before I could react, Youji had me by the throat with both hands.

Youji's much better at choking people to death than Aya is.

The room got darker and I faded out wondering if I was going to ever wake up again.
~~~
owari

written sometime in early 2002.