Monster Squad

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Zechs shifted beneath Nauroth and turned to gaze at the intruder. His sapphire gaze narrowed, his corded muscles tensing. Ryu was the last person he’d ever thought he’d see in Tokyo. The blond scanned the other for weapons, then slid back to the bed beneath his lover. “You have no brother here. Leave.”

Akano stood fast, not a single muscle moving to betray any part of him. His eyes were stony as well. “No. I cannot leave without you.”

Nauroth felt Zechs tense beneath him. “It was you who sent me here in the first place,” the blond growled. “What makes you think I’ll go back with you?” There was poorly hidden malice in his voice. “I want you to leave. You have no brother here,” Zechs said with a heavy note of finality in his voice

“You’re the only one left,” the intruder murmured. “I cannot leave with out you, Teagan. Otherwise, you know I would not be here.”

Nauroth watched the two with a nervous gaze that shifted between them often. /Brothers?/ His dark hand rested against the blond’s stomach, so starkly contrasted that it looked like a serious bruising injury

“I’ve been exiled, Ryu. Or have you forgotten?” Zechs seethed. He sat up so he could glare at his brother properly. “What makes you think I WANT to go back to the family who chose your word over mine? Why should I return to a world that has no need of me? There is no reason for you to be here!” he roared.

“But there is!” Ryu cried. His face contorted with the furrowing of his brow, and he continued. “Amor has taken up Hades. We need Zeus, and you are the only one who can summon it!”

“What?” The rage drained from his face and he stood. Ryu’s dark face flushed red as Zechs marched over to him, and the blond’s anger returned.

“Oh, does this make you uncomfortable, Ryu?” He asked as pointedly he ran a finger down the other’s chest. “Did it make you uncomfortable then? That night that everything was destroyed? I was deemed an abhorrence!” Zechs spat. “I will not save them from their mistakes! I will not forgive them for yours either!”

“Do not blame me for your deeds,” came encased in icy emotion. Ryu’s sapphire eyes looked at the wall beyond his brother’s face. He was ultimately embarrassed, though that was the least of his emotions just then. Anger, jealousy, greed and guilt swarmed him. He wanted to grab a handful of the other’s hair and drag his face into his knee, then fuck him senseless. But he couldn’t do that, not after what he’d done so long ago.

“Don’t you dare avoid my eyes, Ryu! This is what started the whole thing. This right here. It was your jealousy that landed me here! It was you!”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“YES! It was. You had Amor, the most beautiful woman among the gods practically begging you to be her lifemate! But that wasn’t what you wanted, was it?” Zechs’ thoughts flashed back to the night that he had been accused of the most deplorable crime in their world. Zechs was turning away from him. Taking a few steps, he paused, then demanded, “Which one of us was it?”

### He had been in his room with his twin, Feilihn, lying beside the fire on their thick fur rug. The heat of the fire was beading sweat on their bare skin, and in the syrupy orange light, they looked as if they had been molded of the finest stone. Two lovers curled loosely about one another.

“Do you think that Ryu and Amor will actually marry?” he had asked.

“No,” Feilihn whispered, his deeper voice penetrating the crackle of the fire with ease. “He secretly despises her.” This had come as a shock, as the two had been affianced since Ryu was born. Their older brother had always been polite and kind to the goddess, but had never really shown any true interest in her. Yes, Teagan could see that the rumor was possible.

“Why doesn’t he like her?” had been his next question.

“He’s got a fixation with someone else, or so I’ve heard. A mystery love, that no one knows about. And he won’t tell me who.”

Teagan giggled, and slid his fingers over his brother’s stomach. “What if it’s you?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Too bad for him, ‘cause I’ve got a lover,” Feilihn purred, arching into the touch. His hands slid around Teagan’s back, pulling him tightly against his brother’s heated body. Their mouths met in passionate need, and slick bodies slid against the warmth of it. A soft mewl against his tongue sent a chill down Teagan’s spine, and he began trailing violent kisses down his lover’s neck. There was a nervous sensation in his stomach, they had not locked the door this time and the thrill of being found pounded in his veins. His brother’s hands were tangled in his hair, dragging him lower along his body. He longed for a nipple between his teeth, and Fei complied to the nips that he’d been directing south. He took the stiff nipple in his mouth and ravaged it with his tongue, then grated his teeth over it, sucking it hard as Fei gasped and writhed beneath him. His brother’s cock was already hardening against his hip, and he groaned as he felt it jabbing into his pelvis. Iron control was slipping, and Teagan’s tongue blazed a quick trail down the strong abdominal muscles that he usually lavished with love. Tonight he wanted nothing to do with foreplay, and bent to lick the slit at the end of his twin’s throbbing member. Fei moaned his name loudly, a shudder running through his body despite the heat in the room. The blood filled cock twitched excitedly, and desire burned through Teagan as his brother’s musk slithered into his nostrils. Greedily, he swallowed the thick member to the balls, sucking and swirling his tongue around. The twin bucked beneath him, trying to get farther into his mouth. Teagan hummed, and Fei cried out louder. Not wanting him to come too early, Teagan released him, straddling his hips instead to grind his cock against his brother’s. There was nothing that he enjoyed more, and it nearly made him come at the sight of his purplish head rubbing against the bright red of Fei’s erection. But it was still not what he wanted. Stopping abruptly, he pulled Fei’s legs up and buried himself into his brother’s waiting ass. A wrenching cry of pleasure filled pain escaped from his ride, but he did not stop. Instead, he rocked forward harder than he ever had before, and thrust as if it was his last night of life. There would be nothing he wouldn’t hit inside his lover. His knuckles were white where they gripped his brother’s hips, and he bent down to kiss Fei’s open mouth. Met with hunger, he thrust harder, crying out only as he came deep in his twin. Feilihn had begun the same assault upon him when Ryu had walked in. Fei’s eyes were closed in abandon, and Teagan has simply blown a kiss at Ryu in promise of the same for him if he chose it.

Ryu had left and stormed down the hall, not waiting for Teagan, not wanting to be second best. When the twins were done a short time later, Teagan had run down the hall in search of his brother, and instead only found the raped and nearly broken body of Amor. She looked at him in terror, and he’d carefully picked her up. She struggled like a mad woman against him, and that was how Amidon had found them. Ryu came up behind him then, as Amidon began to unleash his wrath upon Teagan, blaming him for Amor’s rape. That beating had confirmed all of the rumors that Feilihn and he had talked about. Amor was in love with Ryu, Ryu was in love with someone else, and Amidon was in love with Amor, and even possibly her lover. He had been detained, then when the decision of exile had been made, his dark amber clanstone had been ripped from his body and he had been flung to Earth to live the life of a mortal. ###

So lost in thought was Zechs that he nearly missed Ryu’s answer.

“It was you,” the ebon haired angel whispered. “It was all about you, from the very beginning.”

Zechs returned his gaze to his brother’s face. “Keep going.”

“I hated that you and Feilihn could break the most sacred of rules among our clan and not be punished. I hated him even more for having you. Pissed as all hell after I found you writhing beneath him, I stormed off to loose my anger.” His face crinkled in the pain of remembrance. “Amor had come looking for me that night, to try and persuade me to join her in her bed. I saw a victim, and I wanted to take my opportunity. I hated her too, you see. I never wanted to be wed to a woman, I’ve never even liked women. Everything that happened after that was my fault. Her rape, the accusations leveled at you, the exile, everything. That’s why I was sent to bring you back. They think that you could still possibly love me, and not Amidon.”

Zechs tackled Ryu then, fists pounding against the other’s torso without much force. Tears were streaming down his face, and he was screeching, “Why!? Why didn’t you tell them that?!” over and over again. Finally the fit dissolved him to a quivering nothing, and he collapsed on his brother’s chest, sobbing.

Ryu took the attack, enveloping the blond in his arms when he broke down. Rubbing soothing circles over his back, he whispered, “Please, allow me to right my wrongs, Teagan. Let me help you now.”

~~~~~~
Aya skidded to a halt as he parked Ken’s bike in its allotted space. The hachi-roku was in its lot, dutifully notifying the redhead that Ken was home. He entered the apartment and silently closed the door behind him. The sun had yet to rise, and the only light that spread into the hallway was the dingy yellow of the ancient bulb in the kitchen socket. A strange, sad tension stiffly filtered through the air, and he caught small whimper as clearly as if it had been spat into his ear from millimeters away. Bending down, he took off his shoes, then left the genkan slowly. He stood on the precipice of the step into the apartment, listening for another whimper. Taking a step further into the hallway, the wood flooring creaked loudly; the sound echoed deafeningly in his ears. That was when he heard the most terrifying noise that could have come to him in his paranoia. Someone was crying. Desperate to get to the source, but smart enough to realize that there could be someone dangerous in the house, Aya crept through the halls silently. Abyssinian tracked the soft cries to Yohji’s door.

“It’s Ken,” a soft, sad voice said, making Aya jump. Whirling, he found Omi behind him. The boy had snuck up on him, prepared for an intruder. He sidestepped his elder and opened the door, leading the other inside. His eyes first landed on Yohji and Hikaru, lying side by side on the bed, both with green markings along the hollows of their cheeks. Hikaru’s emerald hair shocked him, but the streaks in Yohji’s bothered him even more.

Ken was perched on a chair across the room, his eyes red and cheeks stained from blood tainted tears. He looked as if it was the end of the world. No response came from him as Omi snorted and left the room without so much as a word. Aya glanced after the boy, but didn’t follow. He knew that Omi was just as upset as Ken, simply refusing to let himself break down as easily. There was a brief silence, then something heavy shattered against the wall in another room. Ken started, then saw Aya for the first time since he’d entered the room.

“Aya!” he cried, lunging from the chair. Stumbling, he was caught by his leader, and they sank to the ground as he sobbed into the redhead’s shoulder. “I did this to him!” the brunette wailed, his hands grasping furiously at the red silk beneath them. “It’s all my fault! I should never have brought him here!” Ken’s coherency diminished, but what he had said gave Aya enough of an inkling to figure out what had happened.

“Shhh,” he cooed, rocking back and forth gently. “They’ll be fine,” he whispered. “Yohji’s never let you down, has he?” Feeling Ken’s nod against his chin, he continued. “He’s always come home from missions, home to you. He’s always come back from the worst of wounds, too. He’ll come back from this. He’s got too much to lose if he doesn’t. He loves you, Ken, he’ll be back.” Ken’s body sagged against him, and he rubbed soothing circles over the other’s back.

“Aya?” a hoarse whisper came from the doorway. Looking up, Aya saw Omi’s wide blue eyes red-rimmed and watering. All that emotion was about to break free. He felt his eyes softening as he waved Omi to him. Bombay collapsed against him, and a new flood of tears soaked the other side of his shirt through. He murmured gentle assurances as he rocked in the gentle pink light that snuck in through the slits between the blinds and spilled onto them in the darkness.

Aya looked to the new day, the bright morning light burning his violet eyes. Blinking, he shed a single tear. /I’ll get you for this, Blaze. That I promise. They don’t deserve to cry./

~~~~~~~~~
Crawford looked to the corner of the warehouse. It had not been more than five minutes since Schuldich had declared his plans, and one of Treize’s childer had already arrived. He saw the one called Heero perch just moments before he had done so. His foresight was not giving him any warnings that the three would interrupt them anytime soon. Nodding tersely, he allowed Farfarello to attack the General once more.

Outside, Heero smirked to himself. He’d had enough watching to last him a while. Clouding Crawford’s mind had been easy, too much so for his comforts, but he was not about to let that small problem prevent him from this opportunity. He waved to the others, and they descended upon the warehouse. Crashing through the wall that Treize was tacked to, Heero tore a sizable hole in the meager concrete construction, taking the General along with the piece of wall he tore out. Farfarello clung to the vampire, baffled.

Wufei and Duo bolted into the warehouse, each intent upon one person. Duo shifted into his Tiger form mid-stride, leaping the next and bowling a surprised Nagi to the ground. The boy’s head bounced on the hard concrete several times, then lolled to the side. Growling, he shot off for the redheaded German. There was nothing to stop him, until Crawford stepped into the way and fired his gun. The bullet took the Tiger in the chest, though it did him no good as Wufei sunk his fangs into the mans neck from behind and tore a gaping hole in the flesh. A howl wrenched its way from his shredded throat, and he dropped to his knees in pain. It was then that Farfarello joined them, babbling about the pain God felt at that fatal wound. He attacked the two at once, uncaring for the wounds he’d received from Heero’s attempts to keep him from killing the General. Tired of screwing around, the Tiger slashed the Irishman’s belly. Innards spilled forth like Niagara Falls, and he slumped to the ground. Lucky man didn’t feel the pain.

Schuldich watched in horror as his lover and teammate were slain. He had no power over the Tiger, there was no mind in there. And the Chinese boy could block like none other. /He’s the childe!/ With this knowledge, the German flung himself at Wufei and dragged him to the concrete floor. There was a yowl from behind them as Duo finally shifted down and began picking the bullet out of his ribs. Distracted, Wufei let his block down. Schuldich waited for that moment and struck. The vampire went limp beneath him, ceasing to struggle. Smiling wickedly, he began to rewire Wufei’s brain. The lithe body twitched beneath him as he did so, the programming already taking affect.

A psychic blast knocked Schuldich off the vampire, taking him entirely by surprise. Throbbing pain shot through him, every nerve ending alive with fire. He could feel Treize in his mind, searching for his reasons of hate. Reasons why he’d been so intent to kill. Schuldich threw them at him, hoping to distract him. The memories did stop Treize short, but the mental hold he had on the other was still stronger than ever. Shock rolled over from the General’s mind, and the other snorted in disgust. /That’s right, you bastard! I’m one of your damned children! Half-blooded and hated. A monster like you! It’s your fault that I’m here, hunting your kind!/

/Our kind./ Treize amended gently. He felt something slip past his grasp. Schuldich was in Wu’s head again. Snarling, the General sent so powerful a psychic blast through the other’s mind that it killed him. Shifting to Wu’s head, he found that the vampire was quite dismantled. A pleading whimper told him that his childe was in pain, and there would be nothing to do but kill him or attempt to keep his kindneys from wanting chew like his jaws did or piss through his toes by taking the most time he could and repair what little damage he could.

Through his feeding link with Heero, he heard the other’s mind murmur groggily at his. /Kill him, he’d not want to go on as he is./ Scanning Wu’s mind, he found the thought echoed there. Shedding a few tears, he disconnected his childe from reality in a kinder way than he had Schuldich. Disgusted by the taste of Yuy’s blood, he could drink no more. Releasing the other, he lay back against the heavy concrete wall that he’d been propped against, and let his physical wounds heal. There would be no healing for the loss of his only loved childe. Vermillion covered his eyelids as the sun rose over the top of the warehouse in front of him, then he slid into the comforting grasp of unconsciousness.
~~~~~~~
Nauroth watched the brothers in silence. He’d nearly jumped after the blonde when he’d flung himself at the angel. He was horribly confused and had no Idea what the hell they were talking about. Twins, swords, rape; none of it made any sense to him. He sank into the sheets, and watched over the arm of the couch curiously. It looked like Zechs would be falling asleep on Ryu sometime soon.

Ryu sat up, cradled Zechs in his arms, and stood. He nuzzled his brother’s crown, and whispered, “I have your clanstone.”

Zechs’ eyes widened and quickly shed the last of his tears. “You have it with you? You really are here to end my exile?”

Ryu nodded and smiled as he allowed the blonde to slide to the ground and get his footing. “We’ve all missed you. I want to make this horrible wrong right, and I want you there for it. You need the stone to save us too. If you will come back with me.”

Zechs glanced at Nauroth. “I can’t leave my lovers.”

“They can come with you. Take your stone.” Ryu dug into his kilts and produced a flawless amber stone the color of fresh desert honey. That was the color it had turned when they had presented it to him on the day of his naming. He knew that it had stayed that color when they had taken it from him, instead of turning to the rough black stone of the guilty. His heart had been true. But he’d never heard of someone receiving the same stone twice. And he didn’t know if it would stay the same color now. He harbored so many difficulties, and now new blood. What if the stone rejected him? What would the gods do then? Shaking his head, Zechs stepped away from Ryu.

“I don’t want to take it unless both my lovers can see it.”

“Where is the other? We’ll go to him.”

Zechs looked at Nauroth. “Love, get ready to go. We’re gonna pick up some flowers.” Nauroth nodded, then moved to dress.

Ryu watched the darker man move, really looking at him for the first time. He was lean and almost wiry, a great deal of strength encased in perhaps the smallest of vessels. There was no doubt that the other didn’t approve of Ryu, and judging by what he’d interrupted, he didn’t really blame him.

Zechs had pulled on his clothes while Ryu had been watching Nauroth. He sauntered over and murmured softly, “Jealous?” Ryu shook his head and Zechs smirked. “Wait till you see Aya. You will be then.”

Nauroth finished belting his wakizashi to his hips then, and walked over. “Ryu, you fly and follow us through the air, we’re going to go in a taxi. Just follow the thing we get in. All right?”

Ryu nodded shortly and perched on the balcony. A few moments later, he saw the two far below. They got into a taxi and the vehicle began moving. Ryu took to the air, and followed.

~~~~~~~~~
Quatre woke with a startled cry. His body went rigid against the gentle, slumbering heat of Trowa’s, and angry, unwanted tears forced his throat into a tiny tube of tightness and sorrow. Air refused to give him solace in sobs, trapping his grief in his chest and drowning his heart. Hot brine flooded over softly silken cheeks only to land on roughly threaded bed sheets stolen from a nearby hotel. The blankets scratched at smooth skin; an overwhelming reminder that the world was real. His lungs shuddered against their bone cage and faltered as his heart began to fail. Aqua eyes dimming to the gray world around him, he begged for a final end. A sharp convulsion racked his body open to the cold, cutting air, causing him to cough and sputter forth white, foamy spittle. Sucking in gobs of air as quickly as he could, the young Arabian could not hold his barriers in place any longer. A torrent of tears and hitching sobs rumbled out of him like an avalanche in snow-capped winter mountains. His lover was there then, rocking him into a soft surrender of cooing reassurances and solid weight.

Wufei was gone.