Monster Squad

AN: Sorry if it double posts... Sorry for taking so long to update too. college keeps me busy.


Blaze watched as Heero threatened he and Ken with the objects in the room. Since Blaze had been subjected to more than a few of these weapons and devices, he didn\'t care too much for the questions that the Japanese boy was asking. He did however notice that Ken flinched visibly when any thing was picked up, be it a sword or a piece of paper. And so, he decided to act when Heero next brought a blade toward his head.
Heero had picked a particularly large and shiny ax. He wasn\'t too thrilled with the redheaded man. No answers were being given, and he was getting nowhere with the dunpeal. Terrible thing for him too. Heero pivoted where he stood and swung the ax at Blaze\'s head. The god stuck his hands up, the ax slicing through the meat of his palms and the witch-cuffs. He pulled himself free of the blade and set Yuy on fire. Not a big fire, but just enough to distract him.

Blaze tore the remaining cuffs from his body and released Ken. They ran from the room as Wufei and Duo tried to get the fire off Heero. The god and the vampire escaped from the safehouse in relative safety. Ken made straight for the Hachi-Roku, waving for Blaze to follow him. The two piled into the tiny white car and hightailed it back to the Kitty in the House.

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Zechs awoke to a muffled scream. He felt around the fluffy goose down comforter and blankets only to find that he was alone in bed. /Typical./ Pulling a blanket over his bare shoulders, he waited for another cry and stalked it through the flat. The cry had been much softer the second time, and he went through several of the rooms before he found his lovers engaged in another round of sex.

There was something wrong with the scene he found in the master bedroom. Yes, it was sex in a general position; Aya was topping Nauroth with visible force, and the other was obviously enjoying it. But Aya had his teeth sunk in his partner\'s neck. Aya didn\'t do that. Dark blood was all over the polished floor, marring its singular grace. But there was too much of the coppery smelling liquid to have come from the flow that Aya was drinking from. In fact, Zechs realized, there was no blood even escaping the redhead\'s lips. /So what in the hell?/ His bright blue eyes traveled down the length of them. Beneath Aya, Nauroth was bleeding against his lover. Aya had torn him beyond belief. The blond watched in a morbid fascination as the life was pounded out of the dark vampire, thrust for thrust. The blood was acting as a lubricant between them, squishing and running as Aya forced himself inside the man beneath him. Nauroth turned his head, and Zechs could see his fangs were bared and ready to go. He sunk his teeth into Aya\'s neck, and they were transformed into a pulsing, bloody mass.
Zechs sat on the bed, quietly watching and trying to keep his gorge down. He didn\'t want to watch, but he\'d never seen this side of Aya. Wondering what was really going on, he leaned against the wall and waited for them to finish. /Did I just not satisfy him? Or has he just been waiting to feed off me? Does he want me for nothing more than Treize does? FUCKING HELL!/

His last thought was drowned as the two came, releasing each other. Aya slid to Nauroth\'s side and lay there panting, completely out of breath. Turning to embrace Nauroth, Aya\'s violet gaze landed on Zechs. He started, then tried to stand but couldn\'t.

\"Don\'t bother standing up, you obviously need help,\" Zechs said, unable to keep the cold out of his voice. \"I think you two need a shower, so that Nauroth doesn\'t get an infection.\" He stood and waded through the blood to Aya. Bending down, he picked up his bloodied lover and carried him to the shower. He returned and hefted Nauroth over his shoulder to do the same. Depositing the foreign man next to Aya, he turned the water to hot and opened the valve. The two on the tiled floor jumped as the water hit them, and Zechs discarded his blanket so he could clean them up.

\"Are either of you going to tell me what that was?\" he asked quietly.

\"We didn\'t mean to wake you,\" Nauroth murmured, flinching as Zechs ran a hand over one of his buttocks.

\"I have a violent tendency, one that I don\'t ever intend to take out on you,\" Aya said, determined to keep his words true.

\"You could have at least told me about it,\" Zechs snapped. \"I don\'t ever want to walk in on you two fucking and find you covered in blood again.\"

\"Roku . . . .\" Aya was at a loss for words. After a moment he said, \"Alright.\"

\"It\'s not like we\'ve never done this before. Come on, it\'s the only time I actually get to see him in his hunter form.\" Nauroth was solidly struck across the face by Zechs\' fist.
\"What the hell was that for?\"

\"For assuming that I am an idiot,\" Zechs growled, suddenly feeling an itching for a sword. \"I am VERY aware that you\'ve fucked him before. And here you are back from the dead, just waiting to screw him senseless again. I find it very convenient that you didn\'t show up until Treize put out that call.\" He rounded on Aya, \"Did you even talk to him about what happened to him?\"

\"He\'s the same man I fell in love with in Germany!\" Aya shouted.

\"Are you sure about that?\"

\"Jushin, tell him how you found me.\"

Nauroth sighed. He hated shit like this. \"I found him in an alley, half-dead and raped. I took him home and cared for him.\"

\"Che.\" Zechs glared at him.

\"What? It surprised the hell outta me that he still wanted to do something like that after so long, but if he hadn\'t then I guess he needed to. I\'m sorry you found us like that,\" Nauroth said coolly. He reached out and stroked Zechs\' cheek. \"You\'re my lover too. I\'m not trying to come between you two. I can leave if you want me too. It\'s that simple.\"

\"No, I\'ll be alright. I - I over reacted.\" Zechs looked at Nauroth sheepishly.

\"Oh, babe, it\'s alright. We\'ll make it,\" Aya murmured as he opened his arms wide.

Zechs crawled into them, and the triad lay comfortably in the pitter-patter of water on their skin. After all the blood had been washed away, they skirted the blood in the bedroom and crawled back into the pull-out couch. They curled around each other and fell asleep.

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Ken and Blaze quietly slipped into the apartment behind the flower shop. There was a light on in the kitchen, and Ken stuck his head in to find Yohji sitting on a chair in only his boxers. A cigaret dangled from his lips, ashes making up a good majority of it. He jerked his head up as he caught sight of Ken out of the corner of his eye, sending the ashes flying all over the place.

\"Kenken!\" Yohji leapt from his chair and flung his arms around his lover. Kisses rained down on the brunette\'s face, and he hugged his boyfriend in return.

\"Oi, Ken-kun, who is this guy?\" Omi called groggily from the foyer. He stood looking at the shadow of a man, not too sure that it was even there in his sleep induced haze. Taking a glance in the kitchen, he saw that Ken was turning on the lights so that they could all see each other. Omi\'s eyes widened at the sight of Blaze, knowing exactly who this man was. Hikaru had drawn his face expertly earlier in the evening, claiming that he would be showing himself some time in the future but she wasn\'t too sure why.

\"You would be Blaze, I take it,\" Omi murmured.

Blaze cocked his head to the side and replied, \"Yes, you are quite perceptive. How did you know?\"

\"Hikaru said you would be coming.\" There was a hint of dislike on the edge of the boy\'s voice.

\"I see that she at least remembers my name. That\'s good.\"

Hikaru stumbled into the light, not quite awake. She\'d been sleeping in Omi\'s room and had heard voices, so she came down to see what was going on. Spying Ken, she gave him a hug. Yohji smiled at her, and they all sat in the kitchen. None of them noticed the wide-eyed expression Blaze wore. The god quickly schooled it into a normal semblance of himself and joined the group.

Hikaru looked up as Blaze walked in, silently berating herself for not noticing him earlier. She knew her eyes were bugging-out, and the others were staring at her. Omi stood and stepped in front of her as if he could protect her. Yohji quickly did the same, much to his lover\'s surprise.

\"Guys, what\'s going on?\" the confused brunette asked.

\"He\'s the one Aya was looking for,\" Omi muttered.

\"Yeah, I was sent to get him, remember?\"

\"I don\'t think you were supposed to bring him back.\" As Omi spoke, Blaze reached past him and pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers to the third eye on Hikaru\'s forehead. Emerald green shot through her eyes and her hair, and she fell to the floor. Before anyone could move, Blaze did the same to Yohji. He too fell.

\"What did you do?\" Omi growled.

\"They will be fine. They should both wake in a day or so.\" With that, the Fire God disappeared.

\"Oh Gods, what have I done?\" Ken whispered from behind Omi. The boy turned to look at his teammate, who was cradling the unconscious Yohji in his arms.

\"Come on, Ken-kun. Help me take them upstairs.\" Omi lifted Hikaru as Ken carried
Yohji in his arms. They set the two in Yohji\'s bed began a long night\'s vigil.

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Treize woke to a hellfire running through his chest. His back was forced stiffly against a freezing surface, and the room was pitch black. He could hear several people breathing, all about the same age. A step was taken, echoing through the room, and a switch was flipped. A small electric blue light came on, at a distance which suggested he was plastered to the concrete wall of a warehouse. The light hurt his eyes, but if he shifted just right, he could block the majority of it with the silhouettes of the four men who stood in front of him. A jarring mental smack shook up his psychic walls, and he was beginning to figure out who it was that stood before him.

\"Look at what we have here,\" a drawling nasal voice sang. The tenor was heavily accented with German. \"It\'s the Master of Tokyo, all hung out to dry.\"

/SILENCE, SCHULDICH./ The order was unspoken, but everyone in the warehouse heard it. A tall American stepped forward. Treize recognized him immediately. He was the multi-millionaire that had been monopolizing on Japanese trade recently. Rumor had it that he was a former boxer, who had started out in Japan as hired muscle. Even with his arms crossed, it was clear to Treize that he was a strong human. He had inky black hair and dark, almost black eyes. Bradley Crawford, cutthroat entrepreneur, was indeed the man who stood before him.

\"General,\" the American murmured in flawless Japanese, \"it\'s lovely to see you again. Too bad this time isn\'t about business or trade.\"

\"What do you want Mr. Crawford?\" Treize asked as smoothly as he could with a four foot metal stake sticking out of him.

\"Ah, always the gentleman. I am going to be frank, Mr. Khushrenada. I want you dead.\"
Treize smiled. \"It would be rather pointless, don\'t you think?\" he asked. \"There will only be another to succeed where I have not. And God forbid that it be another GERMAN.\" As he said this last word, he allowed his mental prowess to overtake that of Schuldich, and the red-haired assassin crumpled to the floor as he screamed in pain.

Crawford was not moved. \"Farfarello,\" he murmured.

The Irishman was on Treize in an instant, blades of all sorts cutting into the already bleeding vampire. Treize grunted against the force that the other was using to stab him, each blow nearly slashing into one of his more important arteries. The violence stopped for the briefest of seconds, then the silvery-haired man dug the tip of his blue-bladed dagger into the side of Treize\'s neck to draw the finest flow of black blood. Digging a bit farther, the blade slipped beyond the membrane of an artery. Treize felt the blood leaving him, staining his royal blue uniform an insane color of death. Forced to take his mind out of Schuldich\'s, Treize used it to distract Farfarello. What he found in place of a sane mind was one of complete but sensible lunacy. Able to make no sense out of the man\'s mind, Treize was overwhelmed and withdrew. Farfarello pulled the blade from the General\'s neck so that not another drop of blood was lost.

Enraged that his mind had been invaded by someone other than Crawford, Schuldich tore Farfarello off the Aryan and kneed him in the balls. Treize flinched against his stake, dislocating a rib, and swore in German. His swearing took the likes of which Schuldich generally used and put it to shame. The redhead blushed at the torrent of curses, his eyes wide.

\"It\'s a pity we have to put this one out of his misery,\" Schuldich murmured. \"But, I am quite sure it was he that killed them.\" /No one else could have given me an ability like this./

/It\'s all right, lover. Kill him anyway you want./

\"No, I think I want to play with him a bit first. I\'m going to find his childer.\"

Treize\'s eyes widened. They\'d kill his children first, making him watch, then torture him. /What a way to go. Run my children, RUN!/

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Wufei\'s head snapped up as he ran behind Duo and Heero. Stopping in mid-step, he froze.

/RUN!/

\"Sire?\" the Chinese boy whispered. Pain had surrounded that call. Was Treize hurt?
Did he need help? Whatever the case, Wufei knew there was something terribly wrong.

\"WU?\" Duo asked. \"What\'s up?\"

\"Treize, I have to go to him. He\'s in trouble.\"

\"He can take care of himself, Wufei. We\'ve got to get that bastard back.\" Heero\'s Prussian blue eyes glinted in the moonlight.

\"No, I\'m going!\" Wufei disappeared into the shadows.
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Aya woke early the next morning, his body wound around Zechs\' and legs tangled with Nauroth\'s. He silently pulled himself free and dressed. Shaking Nauroth lightly, he woke the other vampire.

\"Ran? What is it?\" Nauroth mumbled sleepily.

\"I\'ve got to go back to the apartment,\" Aya whispered. \"I\'ll come back this afternoon. If you need anything, just find me there. Ok?\"

Nauroth looked through the cracks in the blinds to find the sun peeking between the buildings. \"It\'s really early,\" he groaned. \"We\'ll find you if we need you.\" He propped himself up on an elbow and kissed Aya affectionately.

Aya left, and Nauroth curled around Zechs and thought about the night\'s events. Zechs stirred about an hour later, grumbling about some part of Tallgeese not working correctly to someone named Otto. He started when he realized that he was waking in a strange and unusual place with a new person wrapped about him.

\"Nauroth?\" he asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

\"Hm?\"

\"Where\'d Aya go?\"

\"Back to his apartment, said he had things to do.\"

\"Oh.\" He pulled himself out of bed and went to the bathroom. Returning, he lay beside Nauroth and stretched. Eyes closed, he jumped when the vampire\'s tongue traced his tattoo.

\"Sorry,\" Nauroth whispered, \"I didn\'t mean to scare you.\" He rested his cheek on Zechs\' sleek six-pack and sighed.

\"What was that for? Did I do something wrong?\" Zechs asked quietly. He felt Nauroth smile.

\"No, you did nothing wrong. I\'m content to be here with you.\" Nauroth was silent for a while. \"Do I bother you?\"

\"Bother me? No. I just feel kinda like I am the prime slut for vampires right now. Between you, Aya, and Treize, I don\'t know what to expect. I . . . I just don\'t know who to trust.\"

\"I know you don\'t trust me, Zechs --\"

\"Call me Roku. I like it better.\"

\"Ah - okay. Roku, I know you don\'t trust me, but I won\'t hurt you. I swear upon my life. Er, unlife.\"

Zechs laughed. \"Nauroth, don\'t worry about me. If you were indeed going to kill either of us, I think you\'d have done it by now. It\'s not you I don\'t trust. It\'s Treize. If Aya trusts you, then it\'s good enough for me.\" He threaded his fingers through the purple-black strands of Nauroth\'s hair.

Nauroth smiled and kissed the tattoo, then slowly trekked up Zechs\' torso with his lips. Laying on the blond, he licked the strong chords of his neck. Finally, he kissed him soundly. There was a brief moment of hesitation, then Zechs was returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around the vampire. They broke for air a bit later.

\"Has anyone ever told you that you\'re as beautiful as any angel?\" Nauroth murmured against Zechs\' lips.

\"Not quite like that,\" the blond replied. He brushed his lips over Nauroth\'s. \"But no one\'s ever called me an angel either.\"

\"Mmm, my beautiful angel, I want you,\" Nauroth purred. \"I want to feel your hands on me, your cock inside me, throbbing and hot.\" He kissed Zechs again, passionately this time.

\"Nauroth, I can\'t. You were torn so badly last night,\" Zechs said against the kiss. His eyes were filled with worry.

\"I\'m fine. I\'m a vampire, remember?\" Nauroth took Zechs’ fingers and slathered them with saliva, then slid them past his anal sphincter. \"And call me Jushin. It\'s my real name.\"

\"Jushin?\" Zechs murmured, pulling his fingers from his lover. \"Were we expecting company?\"

\"What? No.\" Nauroth turned and faced the balcony. There, a man stood watching them. He wore a pair of baggy black pants, over which a grey sarong was draped much like the Egyptian kilts of the pharaohs. A long blue belt held the kilt in place and hung neatly down his front. Greek sandals clung to his feet, the straps twisting like crisscrossing vines over his ankles and calves. His lean torso was bare, bronzed skin wrapped tightly over muscle. An oval, bluish-green stone was imbedded in the hollow of his throat, two curving, silver tentacles growing from the beneath the stone and along his collarbones. His face was stony, like he\'d just woken from being a gargoyle. Two sapphire blue eyes surveyed them sharply beneath wild eyebrows. Short, wildly spiked hair of the darkest black stuck out every which way from the crown of his head. Two dark grey wings protruded from his back, each feather tipped a gentle, fading orange. He stepped into the living room.

\"My name is Akano Ryu,\" he said in a voice that reminded both men on the couch of a steamy jungle. \"And I am here for my brother.\"

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The blond deity of Heart and Home stood on a small hill, surveying the fields around her. She held a sword in her trembling hand, wondering what had happened. Feeling stiff, Amor tried to move. Her skin crackled as she did so, dried flakes fluttering to the grass below. Confused, she cast her eyes to her body. The thin yellow toga she wore was plastered to her body with heavily caked blood. Horror flooded through her and her body began quaking with it. Bile rose in her throat, and she choked on it as she fainted into the arms of an angel.

Akano Amidon, the eldest son of the Akano clan, held the Goddess of Heart closely to him. He hated seeing his dearest friend reduced to this pile of terrified flesh, but it had been she who had requested the Sword of Hades. Lady Ko-ishi had been the only warrior strong enough to control the sword, the only one who could fight off its immense need to destroy. Amor had taken up the sword in an effort to protect her world and, instead, had caused the most bloodshed their peoples had ever witnessed. Amidon cast his sapphire gaze over the battle field. Mangled bodies lay strewn about by chaos, the limbs of the invaders twisted and broken while the wings of his fellow angels were the only evidence of those who had died. His eyes landed on a wing that stood straight out of the ground like a lonely monument to honor those who\'d lost their lives. It was a pale wing, one with orange-tipped feathers. The angel howled his sorrow, clutching Amor\'s unconscious body tightly to his chest. It was Feilihn\'s wing, the twin that had remained in their world when their brother had been exiled to the mortal world. Tears streamed down the pale man\'s face as he spread his pitch-black wings and took to the battle hazed sky.

The other gods had assembled their forces as much as possible and sent emissaries to the Lunar Tower to speak with the heads of the fourteen major angel clans. They feared that their world would be destroyed should anymore invaders enter, or if Amor used the Sword of Hades again. Amidon arrived at the Tower shortly after Amor had collapsed. He set her gently on a stone alter in one of the many ancient worship rooms. He spread his hand and slowly waved it over the woman\'s body. Blood soaked into his hand, evaporating at his touch, and left behind a perfectly clean, although naked, body. He inspected her for injury and was surprised to find none. She had raged through the killing without a second thought, a monster bent on nothing but bloodshed. Bowing his head, Amidon sighed without care of his tears. No one would blame him, he\'d lost his only love and best friend to a wickedly enchanted piece of sharp metal. He wasn\'t even sure if she still had her own mind. There wasn\'t any shred of evidence that could tell him he\'d have her back, and everything would be righted in the end. Frustrated, he realized that the end may never come. The only weapon that stood a chance against Hades was Zeus. The long sword was mastered by his youngest brother, Teagan, whom they had exiled to the mortal realm for what now seemed to be trifle and petty reasons. No, the offense against his family\'s honor and their Goddess had not been petty. Amidon himself had ordered the exile, mainly because of his supreme anger. Their father had not been pleased, but he would not give Amidon the right to administer death. Their father had died in the last battle, along with Feilihn. How many lives would have been saved if he had not exiled his criminal brother? And how many offenses would Teagan have made in that time?

Sighing, Amidon bound Amor to the altar in hopes of preventing her from picking up Hades again. He himself dared not touch it, lest another bloodbath spring forth. Caressing Amor\'s face, he steeled himself for the meeting. Leaving the golden goddess, he locked the door with clan magic and headed to the topmost level of the tower. /Ryu, my dear brother, return with Teagan quickly./

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Wufei perched himself on the rooftop of a warehouse next to the one that he was certain Treize was in. There was no way that the others inside the building didn\'t know that he was there. In fact, he himself wasn\'t too sure about why he\'d directly disobeyed his sire\'s order to protect himself. A slight scraping sound scuttled across the roof toward him, and he whirled around to face it.

Duo skidded to a stop and landed on his ass at Wufei\'s feet. Heero was more graceful in his appearance, standing a few feet back and watching with a bemused look on his face.

\"We thought you could use some help.\" Heero\'s flat monotone came through the dark.

The Chinese man smiled at his newfound lovers, and helped Duo to his feet. He quietly filled them in on the situation that he had sensed inside the warehouse.

\"Are you serious? Treize, the Granddaddy of all bastards, has a four foot metal stake through his breathing cavity??\" Duo hissed.

\"He\'s not a bastard,\" said Wufei harshly. His eyes were fixed on the warehouse, not particularly caring that Duo had insulted his sire.

\"Well, we can\'t just barge straight in there, they\'ll kill us all in three seconds flat,\" Heero muttered. Perching himself on the corner of the rooftop, he watched in silence.