Defiled

A/N: A product of my sad insane and twisted mind

Warnings: Spoilers for a couple of early episodes. NCS, abuse, aphrodisiacs.

Parings: Omi/Schu

Disclaimer: not mine. i hear it belongs to koyasu takehito. but i could be wrong....



DEFILED




~You’re damned, you’re evil, you’re lost, you’re the Devil’s spawn,

you’re going to hell…~


Omi’s arms strained as they were forced to hold the entire weight of his body. He glared balefully at his oldest brother through swollen and blackened eyes that squeezed tightly closed just before the stick the other man was wielding slammed again into his ribs with brutal force. The sharp pain caused him to bite hard into his bottom lip, drawing more blood. But still he said nothing.

Hirofumi turned to the desk behind him and when he again faced Omi he held a small syringe. The needle glistened and the small blonde bishounen bishounen’s eyes widened.

His brother graced him with a malicious smile. “Do you know what this is? No?” he continued when Omi remained silent. “This will make you tell me what I want to know.”

“What is it?” Omi’s voice broke over the question.

“This, dear brother, is Ambrosia. It’s meant to loosen inhibitions but it works just as well on silent tongues.”

Omi wailed silently as the needle was pushed deep into the crease of his elbow. A single tear slipped down his cheek and the voice in his mind continued to scream.

*****

Schuldich, concealed in a darkened doorway, grinned as he watched the other three members of Weiss inch their way toward the door that separated them from their captured comrade. Then his mind was pierced by a shattering mental scream. Schuldich’s eyes rolled back and he passed out from the unexpected assault.

Yoji and Aya flinched at the loud thump and they turned to glare accusingly at Ken, who, amazingly enough, was still on his feet. He blinked at them. The three slowly turned in the direction of the sound, and their gazes were met with the sight of a red haired, white suited German… out cold. Aya signaled for the other two to secure their new Schwarz prisoner and went after Omi himself.

Omi hung limply from his bonds. The slight boy was a mass of bleeding welts and bruises and a soft continuous whimper issued from his split lips. Hirofumi towered over his young brother and he cackled maniacally as he pondered his success. He never saw the blow coming.

Aya was uncharacteristically silent as he raised his katana and cleanly severed Hirofumi’s head from his shoulders. Omi’s quiet keening stopped abruptly and he weakly lifted his head to look up into Aya’s unreadable violet eyes.

The katana’s bloodstained blade cut the ropes tethering Omi to the ceiling. He fell into his friend’s arms and the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was Aya’s deep, comforting voice assuring him, “You are not Mamoru Takatori; you are Omi Tsukiono.”

*****

Omi woke as the oldest member of Weiss carried him into KoneKoneko. He stubbornly insisted on going downstairs and doing the mission report. Yoji, against his better judgment, deposited the boy in his computer chair. Schuldich’s limp form was tossed negligently onto the couch by Ken, who promptly went upstairs to shower. Yoji hesitated for a split second before following.

Omi’s bruised cheeks were flushed slightly and the boy felt this almost uncontrollable urge to babble. He began to whissoftsoftly to himself and fidget in his computer chair as he typed. Behind him Schuldich began to stir. A small movement here, a tiny flicker of thought there, and he was still tightly thought bonded to Omi.

The small blonde boy’s emotions were running rampant and the more he squirmed the more he rubbed the cloth of his pants against his growing erection. Fighting to focus on the mission report, Omi tried to ignore his burgeoning problem. Schuldich, however, didn’t have that same luxury. The drug wreakingoc ioc inside the young assassin’s mind was spilling over into his own, muddling his wakening thoughts and causing him to lose his grasp on his own powers.

Omi’s fidgeting worsened and he squirmed slightly, trying to relieve the pressure caused from his arousal. Little did he know that he was fighting a losing battle.

Suddenly he lost his grip on control and spun in his computer chair. When his eyes lit on the prone form of the bound German he growled softly and advanced, stag hig his prey. Omi’s mind was in turmoil. Somewhere a tiny flicker of the sweet boy that he was remained but it was quickly doused by the fire of the drug burning its way through his veins. He flowed forward, each movement precise as he closed in on the helpless member of Schwarz.



Schuldich stirred to full wakefulness when he sensed the approaching danger. The first thing he saw was Omi’s expression, the boy’s face twisted with uncontrolled lust. The older man bit back a flicker of fear and tried to use his mind to lash out at the younger man whose advanced never wavered.

Schuldich’s evergreen eyes widened and he reached again for the powers that had never failed him before. But his mind was still irrevocably linked to Omi’s and he couldn’t bring them forward with the waves of desire battering his unprotected mind. He whimpered slightly, knowing that without his telepathic abilities there was no way that he could stop the inevitable.

He panicked and pulled hard against his bonds, but Ken had done his work a little too well. Green eyes darted around the room. No way out…. no escape.

Omi snarled when Schuldich wiggled, trying to escape, and while he was distracted the blond pounced.

Schuldich fought. His body heaved within the restraining ropes and he screamed against the gag when Omi ripped his shirt down the middle and sank his teeth deep into the crease of neck and shoulder. Small fingers twisted cruelly at his nipples and he cried out again. Unfortunately for him the sounds he was making weren’t enough.

He moaned helplessly when he felt one hand dig into his hip and the fingers of the other fighting to unfasten his pants. He tried once more to fight this assault with his mind but his pants gave way beneath insistent fingers and they were stripped roughly from his legs. Tired but still fighting, Schuldich writhed, trying to stop the Weiss boy from forcing his way between his knees and spreading him open to the assault. He breathed a premature sigh of relief when those gripping fingers left his hips.

Omi moved his hands to the buttons of his shorts. He growled again when the button refused to open and he desperately ripped them open. Taking his tagging arousal into his hand he pumped it slowly, all the while looking at his helpless victim. “So beautiful…” he whispered gutturally. “So ect.ect.”

Schuldich’s eyes opened wide at the sound of Omi’s voice. He’d never heard Bombay sound like this!

Omi’s hands shifted again and he forced Schuldich’s knees up to his chest opening the German further. Schuldich whined deep in his throat and his struggles renewed but it was too late. Omi moved forward and placed the head of erecerection at the entrance of Schuldich’s unprepared body. With a grimace of purest physical pleasure, he pushed himself deep.

Both Schuldich and Omi screamed.

Omi stilled for just a moment, not for any thought of Schuldich’s comfort but for his own pleasure. Then he began to move. His only thought now was the feel of Schuldich’s body.e tie tight, hot friction of moving in and out of the man beneath him. His thrusts quickened and he strained toward completion.

Schuldich felt every tiny movement of the boy above him. His entire body tightened with white hot pain and he bit his lip until it bled, trying to fight the agony. Each advance and retreat of the boy inside him wrenched another unwilling scream from him. He wed wed with watering eyes as the boy drove hard into him…. raped him.

Omi’s body tightened, every muscle taut. He wailed his pleasure as he came, stars showing in the darkness in front of his eyes, then collapsed over his bleeding victim and passed out.

Tears escaped from Schuldich’s tattered control and he succumbed to the darkness waiting to engulf him.

*****

Omi woke hours later, still on top of the Schwarz Mastermind. He looked at he bruises marring GermGerman’s perfect skin, the livid teeth marks on his neck. The soft hearted boy began to whimper. “What have I done?” He repeated it like a mantra and quickly pulled out of the limp form below him. blood covered his now soft erection and ran down Schuldich’s battered skin in streaks, pooling below him. Omi backed up until he hit the wall still whispering that one phrase over and over again. Slowly he slid down the wall and rocked back and forth, crystalline tears trailing down his cheeks.

*****

It was Yoji who found them. It was Yoji who cleaned up the German, gently bathing his broken body. It was Yoji who untied him and put him gently into his car. It was Yoji who called Crawford and told them where to find their teammate.

And it was Yoji who comforted Omi, who tried to heal his now broken spirit, and promised to keep his secret.

*****



~Vengeance… not turning the other cheek…~