Infiltration

Aya watches the building collapse before him. There is a roaring in his ears as debris explodes outward. He hears his sister… Aya-chan!… screaming his name before the roaring drowns her out. The dust settles too quickly and his sister is crumpled at his feet. He tries to touch her, when the sun is blocked by a shadowy figure.

"Good luck, boy!"

Aya looks up into the stranger’s eyes.

They were mocking him then. They’re mocking him now. How did he get here?

Aya twitches in his sleep.

The stranger laughs,

"What’s the problem, schatzi? Do I scare you?"

Aya shudders, but he can’t move. Something keeps him in his place. The stranger’s scornful eyes, or his leering smirk…

"No…" Aya tries. It’s hard to talk. He finally feels the weight of a katana in his hands and tries to draw it…

"Now, now, schatzi. It’s that kind of mentality that gets people killed. What for? Is it really such a struggle?"

"You can’t…" Aya feels a cool breath on his neck. The stranger is behind him, one arm draped a little too friendly over Aya’s chest.

In his sleep, the open window lets the breeze wash over him. A car is idling under the window.

"Why not? Why do you want to kill me? It won’t bring your sister back. You’re the only one left, Fujimiya jr. How does it feel, the guilt of knowing you lived and they didn’t? Some dumb luck. But now you get to taste the sin of surviving…"

"No…" Aya notices, too late, the tears streaming down his face. The stranger is whispering into his ear. A hand clamps around the katana as Aya tries to draw it.

"Unsheathe your sword for me."

Aya drops his sword. The stranger’s hands are at his crotch, massaging gently. Aya wants to fight him off, but a wave of pleasure overtakes his anger.

"Don’t! Why?"

"Why not? You need someone to hold, Fujimiya jr? Well I can comfort you. I’m an angel of comfort." The stranger snickers as he says this. Aya feels his fly unzip. He’s hard, and embarrassed by it. The stranger has come around to crouch before Aya, hands rubbing harder now, pulling down the pants and briefs…

"Mm, eager are we? It’s like you’re some virgin… ah well, as long as you can squeal like one…"

"Don’t touch me!" Aya shouts. A force is weighing down his limbs. It’s a strain to make his arms rise.

"Don’t deny yourself. You know you want it…" the stranger’s voice is disarmingly cool. Aya can’t help but feel… feel… relaxed. The pleasure is dulling his senses. Of his own will, Aya slumps back into the bed.

In his sleep, Aya rolls over and groans.

The stranger has completely removed his pants and is stroking the organ continuously. Aya feels a moan bubble up and bites it back.

"Stop…" he gasps instead. The stranger laughs. One hand feels its way to Aya’s anus and starts fingering that too.

"Tighter than that, or you’ll come too fast, schatzi."

"I…" Aya’s head droops back. It’s feeling incredibly good now, and never mind the virgin remark.

"Tighter, baby…tighter… tight enough to break your virginity…"

"…stop…" Aya gasps. The stranger’s fingers are lubricated by now, and the earlier discomfort is gone. Aya feels himself torn between raging indignance and the pleasure…

"Because I’m all about pleasuring you, mein schatzi." The stranger purrs.

Aya thrashes in bed, knocking the wall in his sleep.

"Stop!" he yells. From the next apartment over, Yohji hears.

"Does it burn yet?" the stranger snickers, as he leans back on his haunches. Aya is breathing hard, having come all over the stranger’s hands and the sheets of his bed.

"It burns…" Aya pants.

"That’s good."

Yohji bursts into Aya’s apartment. The room looks normal enough. Aya is lying at a crazy angle, tangled up in his sheets. Yohji stares at him for a long time, but he doesn’t move except to breathe. Nothing looks suspicious.

In his car, Schuldig is laughing silently. There is come splattering the steering wheel and the seat, and his hand is still covering his dick. He had to pull out of Fujimiya’s mind too early, because of that dumbass teammate. He was lucky he could still hear what was going on in the apartment above. Yohji’s thoughts quickly fade. Back to playing with Aya…

"So you like the way I play, Fujimiya?"

Aya can’t believe that the stranger returned. He is standing over Aya with a dangerous glint to his eyes. The rapist’s sneer curls his lips.

"You can’t…" It’s a struggle to talk. His body feels heavy. The stranger bends down to tug Aya’s limp penis, laughing when Aya tries to squirm away. "I told you, don’t touch me!"

"But I’m not."

Aya rolls over in his sleep. He moans and mumbles something. Yohji is awake in his own apartment and can hear the noise this time.

The stranger rolls Aya onto his stomach. His body can’t obey the signals from his own brain. Panic is happening; Aya is feeling the panic.

"Here kid. Try this stuff and it’ll royally fuck up your mind…" The stranger shoves a capsule under Aya’s nose and pops it. As Aya breathes in the fumes, his resistance drops.

"Don’t you…don’t you rape me…" Aya mumbles. His mouth quickly slackens from the drug’s effects.

"Oh I can use other things…" The stranger is bending over Aya’s upturned behind. His first bite is gentle. Aya moans, feeling another erection. The stranger’s second bite is a little harder. Aya feels a tongue stroke his rump and curiosity squelches in his stomach.

Yohji is cautious about opening the door this time. He sees that Aya has flopped onto his stomach in his sleep and is mumbling something.

"Aya!" Yohji calls. Aya doesn’t stir. Yohji feels irrational fear and hurries to Aya’s side. He tries shaking his teammate, but it doesn’t work. Aya falls into bed limply. He groans now, and Yohji recognizes the signs of arousal in Aya’s voice. He flushes and looks away.

The stranger’s tongue moves in a steady rhythm, sometimes squirming as Aya squirms. Aya feels the sensation ripple up his spine. He wriggles in enjoyment, eyes glossy, mouth and muscles still slack. The stranger’s tongue wriggles too, and the stranger’s snickering is muffled. But then he removes his tongue, before Aya can climax. Aya is quick to bury his disappointment in indignance.

"Fuck off!" Aya attempts to yell. The stranger laughs cruelly at this. Aya can hear him undoing his pants.

"That’s what I was planning to do."

In his car, Schuldig cries out loud and tries to prolong himself. It’s too dangerous to come now.

Yohji notices Aya’s body tensing up. It looks unnatural and more than a little disturbing. The position is not one that Yohji needs to see on Aya.

"Aya, snap out of it! This, this isn’t right!"

The stranger’s penis is considerably larger and harder than either his tongue or his fingers. Aya grunts in pain.

"Hell, maybe if you’re good enough in bed, I’ll also go pay your sister a visit." The stranger brags, as he thrusts. "If you can be such a good fuck, I can’t wait to see her."

"No! Ah-hh!" Aya can move his hand a little, and he struggles to find his katana.

Aya’s incoherent yell takes Yohji by surprise. He grabs Aya’s arm and twists, hoping the pain will bring Aya back. Ken and Omi materialize in the doorway.

"Yohji? What’s wrong with…Aya-kun?!" Omi is at Yohji’s side. Ken hangs back.

"What now, you moron?"

"He, he looks wrong…" Ken stops talking, and the silence left behind is awkward. Aya groans again and goes limp in Yohji’s grasp.

The stranger thrusts hard and fast. Aya hates the pleasure, loves it, hates it. He groans and moans, spurring the stranger on.

"You like it, huh, Aya-baby?"

"Ahhh…" Aya sighs. Then he hates himself again for liking it. For liking these feelings. Only some sicko could…

"…Fuck me…" The stranger growls when he comes. Aya feels his body-weight slam down and he too comes.

All over the blankets. The rest of the Weiss are shocked. It’s like Aya’d just been raped by an incubus.

"So does it burn now?" the stranger whispers in Aya’s ear. He gives Aya’s ass a quick fondle, before jumping out the window. Aya can’t move, but a blush starts creeping into his face as he realizes what just happened to him and how could it possibly feel like that?!?!

"Aya." Ken tries. Aya’s eyes flutter in response. From outside, a car suddenly squeals away from the curb. Yohji ran to the window to see the perpetrator.

Schuldig couldn’t help but laugh at the little prank he’d pulled on that Fujimiya kid. But damn, that kind of a lay…what a waste.

Aya rolls over and looks into Omi’s eyes. Shock is reflected there and the weird dream he’d been having came back to him,

"Wait! Did you…" Aya watches Yohji clench and unclench the window sill.

"I think you should get some more sleep, Aya." Yohji avoids Aya’s eyes.

"No…not quite." Aya saw red. Like the stranger’s hair…