Maybe not.
/What if you were him?/
Dark hair, thin features, wide eyes still full of life but closed in unconsciousness. He touched his fingers to the boy's lips, feeling air gust over his skin.
"I'm not."
/You were. Once. Years ago./
"That's not who I am anymore."
Hand trailing down, fingers pressing against the vein in his throat. The beating of his heart.
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/Nein. You chose silence over death./
"Is there anything wrong with wanting to live?"
/Nein. But you might have been better off dead./
He chuckled humorlessly. "Maybe so. But I'm here now."
She sighed, her irritation spreading through his mind. /Chalk it up to stupidity then./
Moving on, skin over fabric. The jacket was on the floor with the sweatshirt and weapon, arms bound behind his back, muscles slightly defined beneath his fingers through the shirt.
"Have faith in me, Liebe," he whispered.
/Having faith in you is the equivelent of having faith in nothing./
"Very funny."
/It wasn't meant to be./
She faded away, her memory, her essence, whatever she was, gone. Schuldich fingered the edge of the youth's pants absently before he slammed his hand upwards, cracking the jaw bone at an angle. Ken's head snapped to the side, his eyes snapping open in pain, and he let out a soft cry.
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"Nice to see you're awake," Schuldich said with a grin.
Ken turned his head to face him, trying to mask the fear in his eyes. "Where am I?"
"Hell," Schuldich replied easily enough.
Ken's eyes darted back and forth, taking in the room. It was bare, with no furnishings and only a crucifix against the wall. There were dark red stains everywhere, old and worn into the walls and floor. Blood.
"We had to put you in Farfarello's room. He wasn't too happy about sharing space. If you don't answer my questions, I'll let him back in."
Ken glared at him, his lips pressing together into a stubborn line.
"He likes knives, Kenken." Another smile. "Especially when they're touching flesh and dyed in blood."
Ken shivered but still said nothing.
Schuldich tilted his head back and smirked before he slung himself across Ken's waist, straddling him. The younger man froze, staring up at him with wide eyes. /You can answer me or I can tear your mind apart. Choose./
"Get. Off," Ken ground out.
Schuldich chuckled. "I think not."
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Schuldich reached out and trailed his fingers down Ken's jaw. "I gave you an offer before. It still stands."
Ken jerked his head to the side. "Not interested," he snapped.
"I could make you interested."
"I'd rather be dead."
"I can make you that, too," Schuldich said with a chuckle. "However, I want some information from you."
"Why don't you just take it out of my head? You read minds, don't you?"
Schuldich shifted on top of Ken and leaned over him, placing a hand on his collarbone, the other trailing down Ken's body. The younger man tried to jerk away from the touch but it was kind of hard with the German's weight on him.
"This way's more fun."
Ken glared up at him but for all his words, all his bravado, Schuldich knew he was afraid. The red head grinned, his hands dancing over Ken's chest. Fear was addicting. It was something he encountered in everyone and there was nothing he liked better to do than make people fear him. Well, he did like sex more than anything. And annoying Brad. Cigarettes were great after a kill. Okay, so there were a few things he liked more than instilling fear in people but hey, he was an easy man to please. Tie someone up so he could fuck them and he was happy.
Hence, Hidaka Ken.
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"What do you want from me?" Ken gritted out, trying his level best to ignore the sensation that Schuldich's hands were drawing out of him with little success.
Schuldich leaned over him and brushed his lips over Ken's. "At the moment? You."
The Japanese youth hissed a curse and snapped his head to the side, trying to buck Schuldich off. Schuldich laughed as he pressed his hands to Ken's shoulders and leaned his weight down on him. He was taller, a bit heavier, and stronger than Ken so it was no real challenge to stop his thrashing about.
"Let me go!" Ken shouted.
"Now why would I do that?" Schuldich mused as he shifted over Ken and parted his legs with a knee, his thigh brushing up against the apex of Ken's legs. "I go through all the trouble to bring you here and you want me to let you go? Don't be stupid."
Ken bit his lip, trying not to feel Schuldich's hands on his body. "Why do you want to do this if you can read my mind?" he whispered, fear lacing his words.
"Because it's fun. Because I can."
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Ken shuddered and flinched away when Schuldich's hands brushed his cheek. Then his head ws being rocked to the other side by a hard fist and he blinked away stars. Schuldich grabbed his chin and jerked Ken's head up, looking down into the dazed brown eyes.
"I want you to look at me," Schuldich ordered in a calm voice that made Ken more afraid than if the redhead had screamed at him. "Don't ever close your eyes."
"And if I do?" Ken challenged in a shaky voice.
Schuldich's smile grew mocking as he undid the top button of Ken's jeans. "You'll see this?"
Flashing behind Ken's eyes, shrouding over Schuldich's features, was an image of Aya. The swordsman's granite-like face was carved in a mocking grin that looked completely out of place. Ken sucked in his breath in shock, eyes widening as he realized what he saw. Then the image snapped back to Schuldich and the German smirked.
"You know what I'm going to do to you. I can see it in your mind. How much worse would it be for you to see his face over mine? To believe it was his body taking you for the first time, just like you always wanted? Oh, I know you're a virgin, Kenken. You're mind is an open book to me. Simple to open, easier to read. I'm tempted to become him just for you--just to see the expression on your face."
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"No . . ." Ken whimpered as Schuldich's hands gripped his pants and tugged down slightly. "No!"
Desperate, terrorfied, he tried to pull away, to get away, but there was nowhere to run. He closed his eyes for a brief second before snapping them open, moaning as he saw Aya's face behind his eyes. Schuldich leaned over him, sliding his thighs up his arms and hooking his legs over his shoulders. Tracing Ken's lips with his tongue he kissed him bruisingly hard, biting down on his bottom lip with sharp teeth. He stared down into the dark brown eyes now full of fear and smiled against his mouth.
/You can't run from a telepath,/ Schuldich whispered into his mind. /I can find you anywhere. You have no defenses against me. You never have and you never will. And if you don't want to watch, close your eyes. I dare you. See your darling Aya instead of me./
Schuldich had never learned to be gentle but he had learned from the best. Being who and what he was, he enjoyed it to no end, loving the sound of Ken's screams as he thrust into him with nothing to ease the pain. And all the while they watched each other, Schuldich's face a mask of mockery and Ken's a mixture of pain, fear, and despair, his eyes wide open and glimmering with tears, unable to close them without seeing Aya's face over Schuldich's, Aya's body over and inside of him.
When he was through, Schuldich pulled out and adjusted his pants before shoving Ken away from him. The youth curled up into the fetal position on his side, pants around his knees, blood and semen draining down his thighs. Schuldich bent over him and lifted his head up, staring into unseeing brown eyes. With a gentleness that rivaled the act he had just comitted, Schuldich kissed ken for several seconds, his lips lingering like a lover's would.
"I can hear your thoughts," he said.
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"You're afraid."
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"I told you there was no escape."
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He let him go and without a backwards glance, left the room.
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The sound of a heart beat echoing in his skin.
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