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When I Fall Ch. 01

By: Chantal Marchon



This is a Weis Kreuz fanfiction. It contains male on male sex and BDSM/Fetish. If you do not enjoy this sort of thing and continue reading it anyway, you can't say you weren't told.

I value comments, so if you can leave a review it is much appreciated. This fic is post season 1 – and leads into Gluhen.

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Ken really hated his life sometimes. He got off his bike and took off his helmet, briefly rubbing his tired eyes. He had been awake since late the night before, almost 24 hours. His boyfriend thought right after a mission was a good time to dump him. Heaven alone knew what Aya was thinking, he didn’t. The cold bastard just said, “I’ve had it with you are your screw ups, we’re finished.” The odd thing was that the mission had gone exactly as planned. Aya was being evasive and dishonest and Ken knew it. Then he had heard Aya talking with Yohji, soft murmurs in the dark. The real reason was so blatantly obvious. That is what hurt the most. The way Aya lied just because he wanted Yohji instead. It was probably because Yohji did not want Ken to be upset with him. Right, that was sound logic.

Ken sighed and got up the nerve to go into the club. It was called The Dungeon. A private club for members only, Omi had bought him a membership as a joke for his birthday. But, he needed to get out of the house and away from the betrayal from his lover and one of his close friends. Maybe it was time to talk to Birman about a new team. He pushed through the door and pulled out his membership card to show the hulking bouncer in black leather. Ken had dressed in tight leather pants and a black tank top under his leather jacket, mostly to bolster his own faltering ego. He had always been told that he looked hot in that outfit. 

Walking to the bar, he pulled up a seat. There was a small stage off towards his left and apparently, he was just in time to catch the main act. There was a person sitting on a stool in the dark off to one side of the stage and directly in the front was a man hanging in wrist restraints from a hook in the ceiling, his ankles were spread far apart and held with restraints as well. Someone even went through the trouble of using a spreader bar between his knees. The man wore tight red bikini underwear and that was it. A man wearing a mask walked onto the stage. All that could be seen of his face was his eyes and white hair. Well, only one eye, the other had a patch over it. Ken gave a start as he recognized one of his previous enemies. Kritker had taken them in because they had went up against Esstet and betrayed them. Schwarz were still in operation, they had been allowed to freelance, but they were required to do missions for Kritker as well. Birman had told them this, just in case their paths should cross accidentally. Kritker would not appreciate it if their newest operatives and their best cell killed each other by mistake. Aya had been livid. He was one to hold grudges for eternity. They had kidnapped his sister and got into his way so many times, he really wanted revenge. 

The narrator started reciting a very dark, somewhat morbid poem and Farfarello began to cut his victim lightly. Shaping the blood as if he were painting with it. His fingers gently sweeping the red fluid around his slave’s back. His was completely absorbed in the process of cutting and smoothing the blood. It was hypnotic, how he worked over the other man’s body. The hands moving like an artist working on a sculpture mesmerized Ken. As his mind was drawn into the scene on stage by the soft narrative accompanying the work, his mind began to wander. He started to fantasize about what those hands would feel like on his own body, that ever sharp knife parting his own skin and how the blood would feel warm and slick on his back. His mouth was dry suddenly. He barely took his eyes off Farfarello as he motioned the bartender for a drink. It was erotic, sinful and all too sensual. He found himself wanting the pain of those hands, imagined the pain exorcising the demon of Aya from his soul.

Farfarello ended the show all to quickly. He finished drawing stylized wings of fire onto his slave and motioned for the man to be released. Ken thought it odd that he seemed so unusually focused. He wasn’t around the man enough to realize that while the man was psychotic; he managed to concentrate very well. Ken took another gulp of his drink and choked a little as the overly sweet mess hit the back of his throat.

“So what did you think of the blood fetish act?” The bartender sidled up and asked curiously. Sizing up the unfamiliar customer.

“It was incredible.” Ken managed to get out with a faint blush covering his cheeks. He never understood what had possessed Omi to buy him a membership to a fetish/BDSM club. But now he was glad his friend had. 

“There is a host over behind that desk that can explain how different parts of the club work and can help you find your way around.” She told him helpfully.

“Thanks.” He looked around for the first time noticing the large number of people wearing latex, leather and cosplay outfits. He felt a little out of place and slightly awkward now that he wasn’t watching the stage any longer. He picked his way through the people, carefully not staring as some of the people were acting out their own favorite fetishes. It was a place where the sexually repressed would probably die of heart failure. The host was dressed in a pair of black leather pants and a studded collar, nipple rings decorated his chest and his hair was dyed a deep black. 

“How can I help?” The man was surprisingly polite.

“Well, umm, I’m new here. A friend bought the membership for me as a gift and I really don’t know what I’m doing.” Ken stuttered.

“I see. The club is focused on providing its members a safe outlet for their fantasies. We Cater to many different types of fetishes. All members must be of legal age and here by their own consent. If you have a particular type of fantasy then you can schedule an appointment with one of the masters or you can sign up as the dominant. However, since you are new that would have to be a supervised session. You can sign up for either submissive or dominance training and information sessions also. If you have a partner or partners who are involved in your fetishes you are able to bring in up to two adults of legal age in with you as guests. We have private and semi-public rooms available for acting out sessions and as you can see. Some members will proceed with tamer ones in full view of the entire club. It really is up to you.”

“Hmm. Would it be possible to schedule something with the person who was just on stage?” Ken asked nervously.

“Maybe. I won’t say no, but he is extremely selective in whom he chooses as a submissive. I can send him a message if he hasn’t left yet and ask. Would you prefer a private room?”

“Yes, please. Let me write a separate note for him to go with yours.”

“Sure.” The host handed him a notepad and small envelope.

Ken wrote one small sentence. “Would Berserker like to play with a Siberian cat?” He carefully sealed the paper into the envelope. He knew that the question would definitely get Farfarello’s attention. 

The innocent looking assassin stood at the host’s desk for a few minutes waiting for a reply. A blond haired girl dressed in a skimpy outfit with lots of bondage gear approached. “Come with me please. Master Dante has consented to see you this evening and I was instructed to prepare you.” She said no more as she led the way through the club and into a darkened hallway lit poorly by eerie wall sconces. The room she showed Ken into was red with white candles spread over tables and even set on the floor. A pretty , somewhat haunting room. “You are very priveledged. Master Dante does not usually see anyone after he performs on stage and he must think highly of you to request this room. It is one of the nicest in the club.” The blond smiled slightly and motioned him to enter. “You need to take off your clothes.” She informed him. He blushed bright red. “Don’t worry, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. I am just following the master’s orders and you need to do this as well.” 

“OK.” He said feeling trepidation. ‘What have I got myself into now.’ He thought to himself. ‘God Ken, always jumping in feet first without checking the depth.’ With increasing nervousness, Ken removed his clothing.

Holding him around the wrist the girl guided him to stand between two solid metal pillars and fastened straps around his wrists, adjusting them so that they held his arms above his head. She then clasped restraints around his ankles and attached them to large D rings in the pillars forcing him to spread his legs an uncomfortable distance apart and to hold up part of his weight by his restrained wrists. She slipped a solid leather blindfold over his eyes, blocking out the room. 

Ken heard her leave and lock the door behind her. It seemed that he waited for an eternity before he heard the lock click again and someone with very light steps walk into the room. A cool hand brushed over his back and circled to his chest making him jump at the unexpected touch.

“Why are you here, with me? Why did you request me?” Farfarello asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

When I Fall Ch. 02



This is a YAOI-- male on male fanfic centered around the characters of Weis Kreuz and uses BDSM/fetishes. If you dislike any of these things, please do not read this story.

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‘Why am I here?’ Ken started to wonder that himself after being retrained to the posts on either side of him. ‘Is the pain Aya caused worth this? Will I feel better?’ He was assailed by doubts, but knew an answer was expected. “I want… no, I need to escape my reality for a different reality. In a way I guess I am trading one type of pain for another.” He sounded hesitant even to his own ears. “I saw you. You were beautiful. I wanted you to touch me and. . .” Ken paused in thought on how to frame his words. “I felt that you could be what I need right now.” His temper was starting to go to work. He didn’t enjoy explaining his emotions to someone that he had previously only met in battle. He got a quick grasp on his rising anger, realizing that it would only put him in a more awkward situation.

“Ah, I understand.” Farfarello walked around him again, trailing his fingers across Ken’s exposed skin. “The one who is overwhelmed by one type of pain will seek another to feel alive again.  But, why would you decide to trust me near you when you are so very helpless?” Farfarello sounded amused.

“I found out a long time ago that you can’t feel pain. Yet, I have learned over the past year or so, that you know exactly how to cause it. You understand my situation better than anyone else in this place could. Yes, I think it may be foolish to trust you, but even if you were to kill me at this point, it would be a relief of sorts. I don’t think you are going to do that though. Why would you throw away your toys before you are finished playing with them?” Ken was thinking rationally and logically almost. He hoped that he was right and that Farfarello would not decide to turn him into a corpse. Now that they were both working under Kritker that could be a liability for him, but the insane blond probably had ways to work around that.

“So be it then. You belong to me now. Even when you leave here, you shall still be mine.” He hissed half in threat. “I will give one chance and only one chance to walk away. Consider it a professional courtesy. Agreeing to stay means that you accept me as your master from now until I tire of you. If you please me, you will live. Feel honored, I have not offered this to anyone else. Are you willing to place your life within my hands, to be possessed solely by me?”

Ken was silent, contemplating the words. His mind going back to the erotic movements of Farfarello’s hands on his obedient subject earlier. He considered his other options and rashly came to the conclusion that he did not care what happened to his life at the point. It would be nice to have someone else in control for a change. “I accept. On the condition that you do not order me to harm any of the members of Weis or disobey any orders from Kritker. I will be yours, but I expect you to have consideration for my feelings in your mind when you make decisions regarding me.”

“You might be expecting too much. I agree not to have you disobey any of our mutual employer’s orders and I will not involve you with other members of your units. I can not promise to let your feelings guide me. I may have different goals for you that only I will comprehend. You may never understand them.” Farfarello cocked his head to the side. “Did you know that I have wanted you for a long time?”

“Since I first saw you. You intrigued me and I wondered what your blood would taste like. If it would be as sweet as you look or if it would be spicy and burn on my tongue. Well, we shall see tonight won’t we.” He could hear Farfarello move away and open a drawer. “While we are in this club you may address me as Master Dante. You will always address me as Master and contradicting me will earn punishment. Calling me anything other than Master or Master Dante will earn you punishment. Failing to follow my instructions as I give them to you will earn you punishment. And you should know,” he paused as a maniacal grin spread over his face, “I like punishments and get very creative.” The psychotic edge in his voice made Ken blanch.

He was saved from having to answer when a ball gag was shoved into his mouth and fastened behind his head. The restraints started to make him panic. He shunted his mind away from the ingrained reaction at being completely deprived of freedom. His survival had always depended on being able to move as he needed to, but that was all taken away from him now. Ken forced his taunt nerves to relax; he would have to trust his master now. He had given himself into another’s hands for good or ill.

The gag made it hard to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth and he could feel it dripping out of his mouth. For some reason this disgusted him and he struggled with the gag, pushing against it with his tongue.

“Just relax. You have no control over your body at this point. Even the most basic functions are beyond you. Let yourself go. Worrying about this or that will only get in the way.” The master continued speaking in tones just above a whisper as he looked at his naked slave.

The new slave wondered briefly if Farfarello had managed to pick up Schuldich’s mind reading talent somewhere along the way. He was so focused on the abstract, near panic thoughts running through his mind that he never heard Farfarello pull something down from a cabinet in the wall. He felt a burning slash across the back of his legs and released a surprise grunt. It was quickly followed by several more stinging blows delivered by a semi-flexible object. “Take in the pain. It is what you were seeking. Let it flow through you and wash away everything else. This pain is for you to embrace. It is your existence at this moment.” The master whispered, his intensity shown with his measured words. 

Farfarello was completely absorbed in his task. He watched as the bright red marks appeared on his slave’s tanned skin. He obsessively spaced each mark a precise inch from the last mark, working his way over the other assassin’s hard body. He concentrated to each place with an equal amount of strength, displeased with his work when some of the marks broke open and bled. Ken took the blows in enforced silence. He released his mind and let his master’s words guide him. His world became focused only on the pain raining down on his unprotected body. He groaned when the whipping stopped. It was hard for him to adjust to the absence of the sensation. That all changed quickly.

Picking up one of the taper candles, the Master, dripped the hot wax across his slave’s fresh marks causing Ken to throw his head back and scream past his gag. The scorching agony of the hot wax hitting his skin made him stiffen and convulse reflexively. Farfarello did not even pause but continued to drip the wax on his cut skin. With each new drop it was like an explosion of pain in his body. Finally, the Master blew out the candle and threw it on the floor. He walked around the pillar to stand in front of his slave. Ken’s body was held tight with the pain; it slowly relaxed as no more wax was dropped on his battered skin. He slumped over his wrists taking all of his weight. 

“I see this has been hard for you.” The soft Irish accent lilted. “I do not think it would benefit you to use my knife on you tonight. That will have to wait for another time. Now I desire something else.” The Master’s blood lust had been slaked with his earlier performance. His desire to twist another’s soul into a pain filled mass was also sated for the moment. “Did you know that I can feel vague echoes of other people’s pain through some weird psychic connection?” He asked his captive rhetorically. Farfarello, reached used a quick release mechanism and unbuckled Ken’s ankles. When he released his slave’s wrists, he caught him as he fell towards the ground. Shell shocked from the pain. 

“Now I want something else.” The Master stated almost gleeful. He hauled Ken’s unresponsive body to a bed that had been concealed behind a shoji screen at the far end of the room. He placed him face down onto the soft mattress and stripped off his own clothes with rapidity. Flipping Ken onto his back, he began to suck on the exposed nipples. He caressed his slave’s entire torso, slowly working his way down to the hardening cock. He followed his hands with and agile tongue, licking and tasting the sweat and tang of pain and fear. “You taste so good. Nothing like these poor sheep that sacrifice themselves to me. A predator masquerading as a member of the flock. I like that about you.” He sucked Ken’s dick into his hot, wet mouth. Playing around the head with his tongue. Sucking it and stroking it to see what interesting sounds his slave would make under the new stimulus. He fisted the length under his mouth, keeping time with his sucking. The master could feel his slave’s impending orgasm and broke off, not wanting him to cum so soon. “Not yet.” He mumbled to his barely coherent kitten.

He pulled back and removed the gag from Ken’s mouth. Opening up a small bottle of lube he spread the slick substance thickly over his fingers and grazed the tips around the small hole before pushing one in. He languidly began to stroke his partner causing a jerk and twitch with in the other’s body, before moan of pleasure escaped the tortured mouth.  The strong anal muscles were stretching readily under his probing as he added another finger and then another. “You are a slut aren’t you slave.” He jabbed his fingers into the hidden spot, sending waves of pleasure through Ken’s body. “How many have you been with?” He asked jabbing again.

Barely comprehending the question, Ken shock out what he thought was the answer, “Just Aya and someone else a long time ago.” He bucked under the pressure applied to his prostate. The answer was strained and weak.

“Hmm, do you want me inside you? Answer me slut.” Farfarello commanded.

“Yes. Please master.” Ken sobbed out his body writhing under the dual sensations of pain from his back against the bed and his master’s touch.

“Are you my slut? Beg me slut.” Farfarello ordered his voice getting louder and more intense with his desire to possess his slave’s body.

“I am your slut, master. Only yours. Please master, fill me. I want your hot cock inside me. Now master.” Ken groaned, tears pouring down his face at the overwhelming feelings his body was experiencing.

“Yes slave, you are my slut.” Farfarello pushed his way into Ken’s body. Thrusting hard. He did not spare his captive the pain from the entry. He thrust in moving with slow timed stroked, without pausing for Ken to adjust to his size.

At first in hurt, a lancing pain as he was filled by his master’s thick cock. Gradually, the pain gave way to excitement and a thrilling tingle sped through his body. He caught his breath. Until Farfarello thrust strongly against his prostrate again, repeatedly rubbing and jabbing that spot. He could not hold back any longer as wave after wave of fiery pleasure coursed through his being. “Master may I come. Please Master, I need to cum now.” He begged for his release, voice horse and thick with need.

Farfarello did not answer for a full minute, he just picked up the pace of his thrusts and pushed away quickly until he was brutally slamming into Ken’s body. He felt his own release nearing and leaned over his slave taking Ken’s mouth in a deep kiss. “Cum now.” He ordered into his lips. Ken orgasmed immediately. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced and he surrendered himself fully to his master. Farfarello followed directly after, shooting deep inside his lover’s spasming body.

Gradually, Ken came back to reality. His body was oddly weightless for the longest time, he then realized that Farfarello held him in a gentle embrace. It was a nice feeling. He did not want to compare the difference between his new lover and his former one but this was always one of his pet peeves with Aya. As soon as Aya was finished he would leave Ken’s bed or tell Ken to leave his. There were rarely any gentle touches during or following the sex. The fact that Aya seemed to never really give a damn about him flashed through his mind like a lightning bolt.

“Quit thinking about him pet. He has no more hold over you. You are mine now and I have branded you for the world to see.” Farfarello removed the sharply studded collar from around his own neck and placed it on Ken’s. Kissing him when he finished. “I don’t understand why this feels so right. It puzzles me, but I am not going to throw it away. Possessing a knight of good must hurt God, so I believe I will treasure you and make God cry that one of his beautiful children is owned body and soul by one who is so tainted.” He mused in a slightly distracted way. “Can you drive yourself home or will you need me to help you?”

“I think I can make it on my own, master.” The newly collared slave answered. “It would probably be better to avoid questions at this point.” 

“True. There is a shower through that door over there. Come on and I will help you get cleaned up.” The small, white haired man washed his slave and bandaged him before sending him on his way making sure that each could contact the other’s cell phone and the reminder not to remove his collar.

Ken drove his motorcycle back to Koneko and carefully parked it in the garage. It had been a battle all the way home to stay awake while he drove. The past 24 hours were gaining on him and he could feel his body wanting to cave in and collapse. He pulled himself wearily up the stairs to his small apartment and fell onto the bed without even removing his clothes. He was asleep within minutes.



When I Fall Ch. 03



Author's note: This is a Weis Kreuz fanfic and if you are unfamiliar with WK, you probably won't enjoy this story. Secondly, this is a male-on-male or YAOI story- if you don't like that sort of thing, you should read something else. Can't say you weren't warned :)

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He must have removed his clothes sometime during the night, but he didn't remember it. Ken barely registered that he could feel the thin cotton sheet brushing across the marks on his back. He skin was overly sensitized and even the smallest brush of the fabric was like someone smacking sunburn. He was on the edge of consciousness, still mostly asleep. What had caused him to wake? There was someone pounding on his door. He pulled himself out of bed, gingerly. Every muscle in his body ached. Pain from muscles that had been restrained and tightened from panic protested his movement. He gingerly wrapped the sheet around his body and stumbled to the door to make the intruder cease the horrible noise. 

Omi was standing in front of his door, preparing to knock again when it was pulled open. Ken leaned his head against the door, fighting the ache running through him. "What do you want?" He hissed out between clenched teeth.

"You were supposed to be at work an hour ago." Omi stared at him pointedly. It wasn't like Ken to miss work. It worried him.

"Oh, work. Sorry Omi, but I can't come in today. I feel like shit." He carefully kept his back out of view of his teenage team member. "Tell any protesters that I said to fuck off and leave me alone. They are fucking bastards and right now I don't want to see them." Ken's face no longer showed the emotional pain that Aya had put him through. He wasn't depressed or hurt any longer. Now he just felt anger over the callous betrayal. But he had given himself to someone else to care for and threw away the useless emotions that had been caused by Aya's breaking up with him. He had let them all pour out of his body the night before in a mixture of blood and pain. It was a relief to be rid of them. Even though he still hurt physically, the session had been a catharsis to his heart.

"Yeah Ken. I'll tell them to fuck off for you." Omi's face was so easy to read. It was sympathetic and obvious that the younger boy thought he was suffering because of his breakup with Aya. "Just take care of yourself and get some rest." He turned to leave but paused. "You know, if you need to talk. I'm here for you." 

"Thanks Omi. I appreciate it, but I don't want to discuss anything now." Ken accepted Omi's gesture of friendship, the boy was always sincere with his teammates and thought of them as his family. He was almost always put in the position of peacemaker. 

Ken shut his door behind the retreating figure and securely locked it. His tiny apartment consisted of a bedroom and bathroom. He had managed to cram a coffee maker, a microwave and a mini fridge into the tight space so that he could have a semblance of privacy and convenience. The team shared a common room and the kitchen but Ken didn't feel like eating at the moment. He went over to his mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He chugged half of it down before deciding to take some of his prescription strength painkillers and a shower. He needed more sleep. 

Aya was putting together an elaborate flower arrangement. He often did the bigger arrangements as customers appreciated his delicate artistic pieces. Yohji was to lazy to work on anything for an extended period of time, Omi did pretty well but could not quite match Aya's eye for color and Ken was just hopeless, very messy. At the moment Aya was pissed off at his former lover. Omi had to make the deliveries that the other boy was supposed to be doing leaving only himself and Yohji to wait on the horde of fangirls and customers and still try to get all the orders completed. That useless idiot could at least wait on customers and take orders. Aya did not believe for one minute that Ken was really sick. He thought it far more likely that the boy was sulking or being spiteful. He never considered the brown haired assassin's feelings to be love or even affection. To be truthful, Aya did not even care. He was just an available fuck. Yohji held far more interest for him. He was so much more complex. Being the team leader, Aya probably should have taken the dynamics of how such a relationship might affect their group, but as usual, he was focused completely on his own needs. 

"I think Ken knows about us, Aya." Yohji commented from the spot he was lounging in next to the cash register. "He has been avoiding us for the past couple of days and he seemed really depressed yesterday." 

"I don't care, he can pout all he wants. He is totally worthless and I wish he were someone else's problem." Aya went back to his flower arrangement.

"Damn, what did he do to you Aya? You would think he shot your pet dog or something." Yohji was surprised at Aya's harsh comments.

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Ken slept for several more hours before slowly waking up. His body was now just reacting with a dull ache. He pulled some leftover sushi out of his minifridge and considered his future. He didn't want to leave Weis. He had been with them through some horrible times and some really good times, but how could he remain in a group when he could not trust every single member and trust was absolutely necessary if they were to all survive their missions. Debating whether or not to call Birman and ask for a new assignment, he hesitated and decided to wait and see if the situation got any better. 

The cell phone on his dresser started ringing. He picked it up slowly, dreading answering it and talking to the person he had pledged himself to with so little consideration. 'What the hell was I thinking? Giving myself to Farfarello of all people? Am I just as insane as he is?' But the promise was made and the responsibility accepted to back out now would probably make Farfarello hunt him down and gut him. He did not care to listen to the small voice in the back of his head that reminded him he enjoyed the attention he received and the pain had suited his purpose rather well. At the fourth ring of the phone he flipped it on and answered. "Hello master."

"Very nice pet. Do you still have your collar on?" The soft, sensual voice asked.

"Yes master." 

"Good. What did you do today?"

"I slept most of the day and gave Omi a message to tell the rest of the team to go fuck themselves." 

Farfarello laughed. "I wish I could have seen the expression on their faces when Omi told them that. They probably went into shock just to hear the word fuck come out of the chibi's mouth. Put enough about your stuck-up teammates. Did you eat yet?"

"Just some left over sushi, master." Ken blushed. He was astonished that Farfarello actually went through the trouble of finding out how his day went and if he was taking care of himself.

"Not good enough pet. Get ready to go out and I will meet you out front in an hour. Don't worry about your teammates. My windows are shaded so that no one can see in."

"Yes master." He said obediently. The white haired maniac hung up the phone without saying good bye.

'Why is it I can't refuse him anything? I am so easily ordered around by Farfarello and I don't know why I let him.' Most people would never have considered Ken a submissive personality, but then most people did not bother to look below the surface. It became more apparent when one studied his former relationship with Kase. How he had been willing to do anything to please his old friend. Or in his relationship with Aya. He had bent over backward trying to get Aya to acknowledge him and to return his love. Perhaps, he tried too hard in both instances. In the end, the eagerness to please his lovers may have been what ultimately caused both relationships to fail. The other men had despised what they thought of as weakness; they had used him and taken him for granted. They abused his feelings. If Ken had been more reserved he probably would have held onto his former lovers longer. His total surrender to his lovers had proven to be his downfall. However, now his submissive nature would be exactly what his dominant partner required if they were to have a successful relationship. 

Ken pulled on his softest black T-shirt and pair of baggy khakis. He completely tossed aside the idea of underwear; he didn't want anything to rub on his marks. Careful not to jar his bruised body he made his way down the stairs and to the front of the shop. Yohji looked up when he entered and gave him a superior looking smirk. Ken gritted his teeth and looked around for Omi. He found his young friend in the large walk-in cooler putting away a fresh flower shipment. 

"Hey, I'm going out for dinner. I don't know when I'll be back. If Birman is desperate and needs me for a mission, call my cell, otherwise I will not be available. I want to talk to you about something later." He glanced at his watch. "I have to go. See ya later." He waved and walked out the front door.

"What was that about?" Omi wondered.

Yohji stood next to Aya and gave him a nudge when he saw his former rival walk to the loading area in front of the shop. A blood red viper with dark tinted windows pulled up and the passenger door opened. Ken got inside and the car sped away.

Omi finished restocking the cooler and came out with a display of flowers for the front cooler.

"Hey, chibi, where is boy wonder off to?" Yohji voiced his curiosity.

"Not that you really care. But he has a date. I think he has a new boyfriend or maybe it's a girlfriend. He didn't say." Omi ad-libbed. He had been very aware that Aya and Yohji hooked up and that Aya had dropped Ken like a hot rock. He wasn't blind or stupid. The way Aya had been treating Ken was horrible. Aya totally played his best friend and he could only see trouble coming from it and soon.

"Hey Aya, you've been replaced." Yohji grinned over at his lover.

"It won't last. Ken is too needy for anyone to tolerate for more than a week." Was the stony answer.

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Farfarello drove the flashy sports car through the crowded streets at speeds that would make anyone else ill. Including his passenger. He smirked glancing at Ken out of the corner of his eye. "What's wrong?" He asked teasing his frightened guest.

"Umm, your driving is scary." Ken swallowed the lump in his throat and gripped his seat tighter.

"Master." Farfarello added as a gentle reminder.

Ken paled even more. He knew that he had screwed up, by forgetting to address his master properly.

"We are going to an Italian restaurant tonight. Something different. I get tired of eating Japanese food all the time. But I have a hard time talking Crawford into letting me cook. I don't know if it's because he doesn't like traditional Irish food or if it's because I almost burnt down the kitchen once." 

"How did you do that master?" Ken briefly thought of some of his own kitchen mishaps. 

"I was chopping things up in a blender and I wanted to see if it was strong enough to bend up silverware for a thing I was thinking of making. The blender wasn't strong enough and the motor blew out and caught fire. Which caught some paper towels next to it on fire, which in turn caught the curtains on fire and before I knew it the place was going up fast. It was interesting to watch, but Crawford was pissed as hell." Farfarello's lilting soft voice drew Ken's attention. The man had a genuine smile at the memory of his little episode. 

"I think I would have liked to see how Crawford must have been racing around trying to put out the fire and yelling at you the whole time. It was funny, ne? Master." 

As Farfarello drove to the restaurant, he continued to tell Ken about different stories about his life with Schwarz. Behind it all, there was a hint of tension and it made him question something that had been on his mind frequently during the day. "Master, if you don't mind there is something I need to know about. Do you mind answering a personal question?" 

The Dom paused before giving his consent. "Yes, I can guess what you want to know. Why I seem so lucid right now. Right?" Ken nodded in agreement. "Well, it seems that Kritker found some files that Esset left behind and they were able to fabricate a drug that helps me think and behave more like a sane person. Without the drug I would not be able to control my blood lust. I believe the doctor's describe me as psychsophrenic, but I'm not sure that is the case either. The drug and help to get rid of Esset are the biggest reasons why Crawford handed Schwarz over to Kritker."

"I understand a little more, thank you for telling me master." Ken sighed and set back in his seat, some of his worries were settled on at least that issue.

Farfarello walked around the car and held open the door for him and even ordered for him in the restaurant. The master would not even allow his slave to feed himself, but insisted on doing it for him. He was enjoying pampering his new pet. The public spectacle of two men acting so openly affectionate did not concern him at all. He cared nothing about what the weak, pathetic creatures around him thought. He valued his new slave, his strength and perseverance had been shown to him time after time. 

The white haired demon paid for the bill, casually flipping some large bills onto the table and led his pet back to the car. He drove into an under ground parking lot and got out of the car. "Wait a moment." He told Ken, taking out a black blindfold and slipping it over his eyes. Then he took Ken's hand and guided him to an elevator. They walked for a few minutes before Farfarello stopped and unlocked a door. Ken waited patiently as he was pulled inside a room and the door shut after him. "Stand still." His master stripped off the pet's clothes. Slowly, tantalizing him with short brushes of his fingers.

"You know that you will have to be punished for something don't you, pet?" The dom questioned in a whisper. Farfarello loved looking at Ken's lithe, muscular body. He touched it and swept his hands across the marks he had created the night before.

"Yes master." Ken bowed his head. "I did not address the master correctly earlier tonight." He acknowledged.

"Very good. I am glad that you do not have to be told what your mistakes are and I am certain that you can learn from them. Now I think it is time for punishment, but it will not be a difficult one." He tugged Ken over to a bed and pushed him down then proceeded to fasten him into both wrist and ankle restraints. "Now the fun begins."

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Strapped to the bed and blindfolded, Ken could only wonder what his master intended. His muscles grew taut with fear. He strained against his bindings. A cool hand trailed across his chest. "Relax. Accept the pain and it will no longer feel like pain." A cold metal thing was attached to his nipple and tightened, another soon followed, pinching him in a tight grip. "Nipple clamps are interesting little gadgets. I often wonder who thinks up these things." Farfarello told him.

"Now let's see, what else can I do here? Oh, I know." Farfarello sounded delighted for some reason and that only frightened Ken more. "The gates of hell."

"What?!" Ken shouted.

"Hush now or I will have to gag you. Now let me think, the leather, the rubber or the metal. The metal is too hard to remove." Ken heard him throw something to the side with a clinking sound. "The rubber has too much give." Something soft was tossed aside. "The leather it is then." The hand wrapped comfortably around Ken's cock, pumping it gently to bring it full hardness. "Hmm, you are eager today." Something odd replaced the hand. A tight strap was fastened around the base of his penis, quickly followed by three more. The constricting bands ended just below the head of his cock. His hardened length throbbed as the restricted blood struggled to move. The bands made his erection ache. "What else can I do to torture my poor kitten?" Farfarello mused to himself. 

Ken bit back the groan trying to creep out of his throat. His cock was starting to hurt, but at the same time it felt good. 

"I think I want you in a different position." The master removed one of his slave's ankles from its restraint and placed a pillow under his hips. He forced the leg up until the thigh was pressed against his slave's chest, using a longer tie down; he fastened the ankle to the same D-Ring that held the corresponding wrist. Ken was in a very uncomfortable position with one leg stretched away from his body and fastened above his shoulder. He grimaced at his protesting muscles. The master quickly positioned his other leg in a restraint tied to his other wrist. He was spread wide open, hips angled up and torso bent in a crunch. His breathing was shallow, because the position did not allow him to completely fill his lungs.

Farfarello was smiling evilly at the lustful picture presented to him. His slave was completely ready for him to use, as he desired. "Yes, this is indeed a light punishment. But after yesterday, I don't think you are ready for anything else anyway." He poured out some lube and dabbled his fingers in it before spreading it around Ken's tight opening. The slippery liquid was a warming oil and immediately started a mild tingling. Coating his heavy cock with the oil, the master pushed the head of his cock slowly into the slave, without preparing him for the intrusion. His muscles were still somewhat loose from the day before and easily engulfed the man's solid girth. He began to gentle rock himself back and forth, barely moving. Just enough to tease. Ken bit down on his lip to keep from making any noise as the pleasure and pain washed over him. 

The slave's neglected cock weeped from the stimulation, it seemed to grow bigger and become more tightly compressed with every second, the dull ache increased to a throbbing pain. Bracing one hand on Ken's leg the master pushed into him harder and watched the ensnared length bounce and grow an angry reddish purple. He picked up the pace slowly, until he was ferociously slamming into his restrained possession. Ken was straining to keep from yelling out to beg his master to take the bands off his cock and bring him release, tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. With his free hand, Farfarello tugged on the nipple clamps, eliciting a small groan from his toy.

"Who am I?" The master asked emphasizing each word with a solid thrust. 

"Master, you are my master." Ken sobbed, his words and breath catching in his throat.

"Again, slut. Who am I?"

"My master." He voiced louder, his words clearly showing his desperation. His cock felt as though it was on fire, the bands cutting into his sensitive skin.

"That is correct and you will always address me as such won't you."

"Yes, Master." The brutal pounding continued.

"What are you?" Farfarello asked, reminding his slave of his place.

"I am yours, your slut, your slave, your pet and your possession." The tortured man whispered.

"That's correct." With the final words Farfarello orgasmed and collapsed on his slave catching his breath for a moment. "Now you have earned my forgiveness and I will release you and let you cum." The white haired sadist released his ankles then his wrists and then removed his slave's blindfold. "Look at the gates of hell, slut and know that I could have chosen the metal ones." Ken looked down at his painful erection, surprised to see a series of leather straps fastened together and wrapped around his cock in a tight chain. 

"Thank you for your mercy, master." He said sincerely. The metal would have been extremely difficult to remove without being able to cum and go flaccid but the solid metal rings would not have allowed that either.

"If you try to fist yourself with that on, it will chafe terribly. So, I will remove it." Farfarello took off the cage and poured a liberal amount of the warming oil onto the pulsing cock. The oil burned in the raw spots where the rings had abraded him. Ken hissed at the sudden new form of pain added to the blood being able to circulate more freely causing a very strange pins and needles sensation in an area where he had never felt that before. He suppressed the cry that tried to come out of his throat.




When I Fall Ch. 03



"I want you to jerk yourself off while I watch slut." 

Ken gingerly took himself into his own hands and pumped, twisting as his fingers easily slid over the slick length. The oil and friction a sharp burning in contrast to the growing pleasure. His hands helped to soothe the irritated organ even as it caused further pain. He was all ready so close to release, it only took a few minutes to bring himself off. 

Taking his hand, Farfarello sucked on the cum soaked fingers, licking the mess away. He savored the taste as he looked deep into his pet's eyes, his expression showing his blatant enjoyment of the sensual act. 

"Stay here with me tonight." He half asked, half demanded.

"Anything for you master." Ken agreed.

Ken still did not understand why he allowed himself to be taken over by his former enemy, he realized sometime ago that he felt an attraction for the white haired killer. His powerful, wiry body and his incredible skills at fighting almost seemed to be a hypnotic dance at times. The voice that he rarely heard before now, was sensual and exotic, a soft lilt and singsong accent. Ken surrendered. He was trapped in a growing infatuation that he had no desire to be released from.

"I know this might be a difficult subject for you, but tell me what happened between you and Aya, I would like to know." The kindness in his master's voice surprised him. 

"I am not entirely sure what it was about really. Aya had never really treated me as anything but an easy fuck. Maybe it's because I kept throwing myself at him and he thought he could get rid of me if he let me have what I wanted. We were scheduled for a mission and he seemed tense and irritable all day. That night he was about to finish the assignment and kill the target, put I was thrown into the target by one of the guards. I think I traveled a good ten feet through the air. So Aya ended up killing the guard and pushing me off the target to finish the job. He proceeded to scream at me all the way out of the building about being a screw-up." 

"I think that Aya may have been dealing with outside issues that were affecting his actions towards you. However, I also believe that he wanted Yohji and felt that you were in the way."

"That's an interesting guess. What do you base that on master?"

"Schuldich did a little prying."

"Oh."

Farfarello, held his pet and gently stroked his back, lulling him into sleep, before falling asleep himself. 

Sometime during the night, in the darkened room, Ken was brought to another orgasm as his lover took him deep into his mouth. Sucking him, stroking him with a wet tongue. He woke up to feel his body explode into Farfarello's hot mouth. Then drifted back into a deep sleep as his lover soothed him.

Early the next morning Farfarello dropped Ken off at the Koneko. No one else was awake yet, so Ken quietly made his way to his room and turned on his coffee pot. A soft knock at the door was heard and he answered it. Omi was standing there in his pajamas, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He pulled the younger boy into the room and locked the door behind him.

"Hey, would you be upset with me if I transferred to a new team?" Ken asked.

"No, with the way Aya and Yohji have been lately, going out on missions could put you in danger. There is no guarantee that either of them would have your back."

"I was thinking the same thing. Omi, I found someone, but it will probably upset you."

"Who is it?" Omi sounded worried.

Ken took a deep breath and sighed, turning his back so that he wouldn't have to see Omi's expression. "Farfarello."

There was a small pause before Omi exploded. "Are you out of your mind! That guy is insane! He killed my sister and you, you.... Damn it!" Omi shouted and unlocked the door and slammed it shut behind him.

"That went well. Not." Ken slipped down onto the floor. Suddenly depressed by his best friend's reaction.

He sat in his darkened room, not feeling anything, just numb. After what was probably a few hours, Yohji opened the door and looked in. "We have a mission tonight, so get your ass together."

Ken didn't answer or acknowledge the door as it shut again.



When I Fall Ch. 04



This is a continuing Weis Kreuz fanfic.-- It involves m/m pairings and BDSM and fetishes. If any of these offend you-- you should probably read something else.

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Pulling on his mission gear, he went to join the other members of his team. The air was thick with tension. The others were ignoring him for their own reasons. Omi had not told the rest of the team about Farfarello, but they had other issues to deal with.

Ken wanted to scream. He did not know how to respond to Omi. The younger assassin must surely hate him now. Maybe he just needed some time to get over the shock. 

The group tromped down to the debriefing room where Omi handed each a file and started to explain the mission. "Our job is going to be to hit the network data base, retrieve file information and blow up the computer system after uploading a virus to wipe out the international system hub. We are going to be working on the 20th floor. Schwarz is going in on a related mission. They are going to be assassinating the company board of directors that is scheduled for a monthly meeting on floor 27. Their targets are higher risk than ours and should draw more problems. However, we will be acting as the distraction while they carry out their mission. For that reason, only Yohji and I are needed to sabotage the computers. Aya will be staging a distraction at the front entrance and Ken is to go up to the 30th floor and start a large fire. Ken, you will be using plastic explosives, so be careful with the detonators and watch your timing. Do not hit the elevator or stair area as Schwarz and us are going to need those to get out." 

"Aya and Ken should also be aware that we will be using plastic explosives on our floor as well when we finish with the computer systems. All of our hits need to be timed precisely. The fire on the 30th floor must start as soon as I hack into the system and disable the sprinklers. As soon as the explosion and fire starts on the 30th floor, Schwarz will go into action and take out their targets. By the time Schwarz finishes its targets and leaves, Yohji and I should also be finishing up and leaving. Ken you need to be the first out."

"Got it. When do we start?" Ken shuffled studying the layout provided.

"Exactly at 9 p.m., I have an office cleaners uniform you can wear to gain access into the building and avoid security while you are setting up. It's in the box on the kitchen table. So are your explosives and headset."

"Fine." Ken looked around; the members of Weis were still pointedly ignoring him. "Yeah, I'll see you later then." He left the briefing room and grabbed his gear and went to his bike.

"Damn them all. I can't take this silent treatment anymore; I am talking to Birman first chance I get. This is a seriously messed up situation. Maybe it's just coincidence that I pulled the worst part of this job. Just because I was the only one Kritker gave in-depth training to on explosives. But it seems suspicious. I doubt Omi would set me up, but what the hell is going on?" 

The mission was going well. The com relayed the two teams' actions at various times and Omi gave the go ahead to start the fireworks. Ken had carefully set up the detonators and was just waiting for the signal. He had placed them in various areas with flammable material piled high around them. He had measured each bit of plastic down to the smallest gram so that the blast would start fires instead of the shockwave forcing them out. Running to the back stairs he pushed the button to fire the detonators. The building shook from the combined explosions going off. He made it down several flights of stairs without incident and was preparing to go onto the 23rd floor when a guard with a gun drawn swung around the stairs and fired. The bullet hit Ken in the thigh; the second bullet hit him on the torso. The assassin kept moving on pure adrenaline alone and tore through the man's throat with his claws. 

"I'm hit." He announced to his team on the com.

"What's your location?" Omi asked.

"Stair well of the 23rd floor. Hit on the upper leg and left of the stomach, nothing critical, losing lots of blood."

"You need to keep moving, you have less than two minutes before the detonators on the 20th floor are fired and security has shut off the elevators. Back up is not possible at this point."

"Understood." Ken took off the com and threw it against the wall. "How the hell am I getting out of this one?" He pulled himself up on the handrail and considered something he had not done since he was a little kid. He pulled himself up on the rail and slid down the cold metal. He was able to hobble around the landing and slide down most of the rails. He was on the 17th floor when the explosion went off, blowing up the computer system. "Damn, Yohji used too much explosive. The whole damn building is going to fall."

Another explosion rocked the building, throwing Ken to the ground onto his wounded leg. "Shit!" He struggled to pull himself back up and leaned against the rail panting heavily. "Okay, let's focus, this doesn't hurt anymore than when Farfarello was pouring wax across cuts on your back, get it together Ken." He mumbled to himself. "True, but I wasn't losing buckets of blood at the time either." Ken made it down one more floor before he blacked out from the blood loss.

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"Damn, it I can't raise him on the com!" Omi yelled to Yohji as the raced out a service entrance and into an alley.

"Fuck it, the police are on the way. We have to get out of here." Yohji grabbed Omi around the wrist and pulled him to the waiting car. Aya was behind the driver's wheel.

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"Farfarello, Schuldich is going with you. He's somewhere between the 15th and 18th floor. You will bring him back to our safe house and Kritker is sending out a medical team. Birman has been dispatched to deal with Weis." Crawford relayed the directions that he had received from Kritker to Farfarello via cell phone.

"We're on it." 

Schuldich found the guard with the elevator keys in the lobby dazed in the chaos. He was easily able to get the man to hand them over. The two men waited with strained breath. Running out the door on the 15th floor and rushing to the stairs. They found Ken unconscious on the 16th floor landing and carried him to the back service elevator and quickly out of the building.

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Birman walked into the mission room and looked at the assembled members of Weis. Her eyes silently condemning. "I want an explanation and I want it now. You abandoned a teammate that could have been backed up by either Omi or Yohji and I want to know why. If the answer is not forthcoming immediately, you will all be disciplined and the reassigned to units with no contact between each other."

Aya pulled himself up, away from the wall. "We received information from another Kritker agent that Ken has been trading secret information to an outside source." Omi gasped.

"Yohji and I knew about it but we hid it from Omi." Aya looked sternly at Birman daring her to contradict his reason.

"I see. So you were taken in by this person. We had Schwarz working on a leak for the past several weeks; they discovered the source late yesterday. The man was known as Snake. Bald guy, wears sunglasses, sound familiar? He had a high-level security clearance and was planting information in various cells as to one of the members being a traitor. Schwarz became suspicious when he contacted them and Nagi had run background checks. Once they had the hard evidence of large amounts of money in various accounts, they confronted him and Schuldich got the rest of the information out. That is the reason behind the hit that you carried out today. That board of directors was trying to take down Kritker from the inside to cover up their illegal activities."

"As of this moment, you are on suspension." Birman started to leave.

"Wait. How is Ken?" Omi asked clearly upset about the events that had transpired and finding out that the others had thought he was a traitor.

"I don't know that information as of yet." She walked up the stairs and left without a backward glance.

Aya bent his head, looking at the ground in defeat. Suddenly he lunged and punched a hole in the wall.

"We fucked this one up good. Huh?" Yohji leaned back into the couch staring at the ceiling, a far away look on his face.

"Yes." 

Omi left the other two behind and ran up to his room slamming the door behind him. 

~~~~@~~~~

The blood loss had been far more severe then anyone suspected at first. Ken was in a coma for 48 hours before his body started to recover from the shock. Slowly, his consciousness began to register and he came closer to the surface of reality.

"The kitten is finally awake I see." A grating, nasal voice announced. Ken's eyelid were heavy, his body stiff, he was afraid to move even the smallest muscle for fear that it wouldn't work. 'I feel so dry.' He thought.

"Farfarello, your pet is waking up and he would like some water." Schuldich yelled into the hallway.

"Don't yell Schuldich, it's irritating." A soft voice spoke.

"Master?" Ken whispered in surprise.

"Shh. You are safe. Here I have some water for you to drink." Farfarello lifted Ken up into a sitting position and helped him steady the glass.

"This sucks." 

The master slid in behind his slave and leaned against the headboard pulling Ken down to lean on his chest. "You lost a lot of blood. Do you remember anything?"

"Yes, my team left me behind. They didn't even care if I died or not." Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes. "We have been through so much shit together and they just fucking left me!" Ken slammed his fist into the bed in pain and anger at the betrayal.

"I know it hurts, but to be fair they were given some very incriminating evidence by another Kritker agent that made you look like you were selling them out." Farfarello started to stroke his hair gently.

"They believed it? They didn't even question it? God, Aya is so paranoid. I thought he got over that after Omi found out he was related to Takatori." He laughed weakly. "I would expect Omi to have more loyalty."

"Omi wasn't told about the accusations. I think he was upset with you because of me."

"I was hoping he would get over that in a couple of days, instead he left me to either die or get picked up by the cops. Sweet huh? Such strong bonds of friendship." Ken paused collecting his thoughts.

"I won't go back there. I want to be in a different team. There is nothing left for me there." 

Birman walked into the room; she had been on her way in to talk with Siberian when she heard him make that last statement. Her eyes took in the broken figure of one of the strongest assassins Kritker had. And it wasn't an enemy that broke him. "Although, I believe that you could still salvage your position in your team. I sincerely doubt that the dynamics would ever be the same. For the time being you will be staying here and working with Schwarz. If Crawford feels that you are a useful person to him then he will accept you as a member of his team on a permanent basis. If you don't gel then we will probably send you to a sweeper unit for awhile until we can find a better match for you. We also have some overseas missions we could offer you, but I don't know if that would work out well as most of them are solo and you work better with a team."

The room was silent as the members absorbed this arrangement. Birman pulled up a chair and handed a file to Ken. "This is the information that the Snake fed your teammates. He did this to three of our other teams as well, yours was the only one that took the bait."

He flipped through the folders, there were pictures showing him with a high level Mafia head and some others that he didn't recognize. As well as, transcripts of conversations that he supposedly had. "These pictures are so bogus. I never met any of the people in them and I certainly never talked to them. I can't believe Aya and Yohji fell for this. Especially since Aya and I were involved at the time." 

Schuldich just gave him a sympathetic look and went to discuss the news with Crawford and to see where Ken would fit into their group. He wasn't a psychic like the rest of them. Although he was fairly skilled in other areas. 

Ken relaxed into Farfarello's body, letting his warmth seep through chilled skin. He couldn't decide which was worse, knowing why his team abandoned him or not knowing. He decided not to think about it any longer. 

"I will go with Ken to pick up his things and help him pack. I don't want him to go alone and I don't think he would appreciate anyone else looking through his things." Farfarello told Birman.

"That will be fine as long as you don't create a riot." Birman warned.

"Pity, riots are fun. I especially like the big ones where people start burning things. Burning churches is probably my favorite." He smiled sweetly as if he didn't say anything odd.

"Yeahhhh, ok, well on that note, I have to go. So much paperwork, so little time." She scurried out the door. 

Farfarello watched her go with a smirk and languidly licked at Ken's neck. "That was amusing."

Schuldich popped his head around the door. "What did you do? She asked if you forgot to take your medicine today." 

"It was nothing. Would you be so kind as to fix my pet something to eat? Preferably not heavy."

"Since when am I your maid? You are entirely too used to being the dom all the time." He looked at the vacant brown eyes of their guest and sighed. "Fine, but you had better fix that." 

"It will take time."

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Birman opened the door of the flowershop just as it was closing for the day and walked in to the bright interior. Days like this she really hated her job. The boys immediately finished their tasks and filed down the stairs to the mission room. 

The darkness of the room reflected their somber mood. 

"How is he?" Aya asked, voicing the question they were all wondering.

"He will make a full recovery in a few weeks. His intestines needed to be sewn back together, he was at high risk of infection because of where the bullet hit and he lost a lot of blood. Siberian is dealing with more emotional trauma then the physical. He doesn't want to come back to Weis and I can't say I blame him. Currently he is being assigned to a new unit."

"Will I be able to see him? I need to apologize to him. We had an argument earlier the other day, before the mission and I said some terrible things to him." Omi asked. 

"He will be returning sometime next week to pack his things. Until then I doubt his new team will let you see him."

"Oh, Ken's with Schwarz." There was no doubt in his voice when Omi stated his revelation.

"Yes. They went back in and found him and now Crawford is claiming finders, keepers. I can't argue with them about it either. They are the team that he has had the most contact with and he knows how they work." Birman sighed at the disapproving glares of Weis.

"Suck it up. If you guys had trusted him and treated him with respect and consideration to start with we would not even be discussing this now." Birman's anger showed on her face. "I have other things to do, I'm out of here." She stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

"What is it with slamming doors in this building?" Yohji asked.

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Over the next week Ken learned the different personalities of Schwarz and tried to cope with the oddness of each of the members. Schuldich was very irritating, always prying into his mind, Nagi was quiet all the time and Crawford seemed to have some kind of superiority complex. In short, he was not comfortable with them as a team. However, they did not treat him like trash either and that was all he was willing to ask for.

Finally, the doctor let him off bed rest, so he and Farfarello made the trip across town to pack his things.

Ken let them in through the back door and the managed to carry several large boxes up to his room, without seeing any of the other members of Weis. They were not to escape notice for long however as the other members of Weis had noticed a van in back of the building and assumed that it was probably Ken.

Omi was at the top of the stairs and rushing to Ken's former room with alacrity. He paused sticking his head inside the door. "Hi."

Ken looked up briefly but didn't say anything to him. 

"I want to..." Omi began as he stepped further into the room. "I'm so sorry Ken." Shame etched across his face. "I didn't know that you couldn't get out of the building. I removed my com unit and... Oh God! I would have never left you behind!" Omi cried, tears trailing down his face. "Please talk to me, you're my best friend." Omi sunk to his knees. "I don't want to lose you." 

Ken sat beside Omi on the floor and gingerly wrapped his arms around the younger assassin. "I know you wouldn't set me up like that."

"I don't like that you chose Farfarello as your new boyfriend but, if he makes you happy. That's all that matters. He can't treat you any worse than Aya." Omi laughed weakly.

"Farfarello is good to me. I can't really explain our relationship, but he is what I need." 

Aya and Yohji slowly entered the room. Yohji waved a white handkerchief tied to a pencil. "Hey, can we call a truce?"

"I suppose." Ken mumbled standing up and moving away from his two former teammates.

"Look, we screwed up. We know it. Someone gave us some evidence that, at the time we thought looked pretty damning. After finding out all the facts from Birman, we went back through all the stuff that the mole had given us and realized that we had acted irrational and stupidly. You were our teammate and we knew better than to believe that crap. There is no excuse for what we did. I only hope that you can forgive us." Yohji spoke for both Aya and himself. 

"I honestly don't know if I can. You assholes left me unconscious, bleeding to death, with a huge fire in the building, guards and police swarming the place and another team had to go in and recover me. The worst part is you did it on purpose." Ken turned to look out his window, idly picking up a soccer ball. 

Farfarello had been standing in the far corner with his back to the room. He removed clothes from the closet and dresser, neatly packing the items into a box. He did not care for the other boys from Weis and wanted as little to do with them as possible. This was Ken's battle to deal with.

The brunette moved closer to his master wanting emotional comfort, hoping to feel warmed from the bitter cold gripping his heart. The platinum blond pulled him into his body.

Aya growled deep in his throat. "You may not have sold us out, but hooking up with a member of Schwarz is just as bad."

The accused spun around to face his tormentor. "You fucking bastard! The world does not revolve around you." They stepped closer to each other. Shouting in the others face, anger radiating off their skin.

"God, I can't understand what my sister sees in you." Aya hissed between clenched teeth.

"Is that what this is about Ran?" Ken emphasized the name pointedly. "Some twisted thing about your sister?"

"Shut up." Aya's voice chilled to a deadly quiet, his eyes drilling through the other man. "My sister likes you."

"You know that would never work. Besides the fact that I'm gay, I'm also a paid killer, in case you have forgotten."

"No shit."

"Is that why you fucked me, then fucked me over?! Because of your sister?"

Aya twisted around and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Just shut up."

"Truth hurts? So this was some kind of bizarre, psychological, incestuous relationship? You are a sick puppy, Ran." Ken never saw the fist coming. The impact knocked him off his feet. The pain in his gut made him choke down hot bile as his stomach started to heave.




When I Fall Ch. 04



In the blink of an eye Farfarello flipped out a knife and launched himself at Aya's chest.

The room froze. Nagi stood in the doorway. Schuldich was framed behind him. "That was close. Crawford saw it just in time." He pulled out a syringe and pushed it into Farfarello's arm. "Sleepy time Farfie." The blonde's eyes closed and his body went slack. 

Ken was lying where he fell, clenching his fists in pain. Blood began to show through his white t-shirt. "Damn, damn, damn." He moaned.

Schuldich looked at Aya. "You should be thankful we decided to intervene. In Crawford's vision you died." We will be taking these two back to our place and making sure that Ken isn't too badly injured. He had to have part of his intestines sewn back together from that bullet wound. As for you, Aya, you need help." Schuldich looked around seeing the half-packed box. "Could you carry that down to the van, Omi?" He pointed. "Someone from Kritker will be by to get the rest of his things. The situation here is to volatile to allow Ken to come back."

Nagi floated Farfarello into the air, while Schuldich put an arm around Ken to steady him as he walked out to the waiting car.



When I Fall Ch. 05



This is a continuing Weis Kreuz fanfic.-- It involves m/m pairings and BDSM and fetishes. If any of these offend you-- you should probably read something else.


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Wrapped in a straitjacket, Farfarello sat hunched in a corner of the room he shared with Ken. It was sparsely furnished with a king-size bed, a large armoire, a closet and a couple of storage chests. There were also hooks and I-bolts located at regular intervals around the walls, ceiling and floor. The owner had decorated it to look like a gothic cathedral with the bed on a pedestal symbolizing an altar. He had been very pleased with the design, although Crawford found it to dramatic. The team leader had finally agreed to let him have furniture and to get rid of the padded walls when he saw that Farfarello was stable with the new medicine supplied by Kritker.

Stable, however, is a relative term when one is discussing levels of sanity. While Farfarello was considered a genius by Estet, he could rarely display his true intelligence because of the irrational manner in which his mind functioned. After Aya's fight with Ken, he had quickly reverted into a psychotic demon. For safety and security of the team and anyone else who crossed his path, he was tranquilized heavily. 

Ken sat with him, just holding him. Aya's punch had ripped some stitches, but not inflicted anything more damaging, so Crawford agreed to let him stay with Farfarello. Schuldich knocked on the door and walked in carrying a plate of food. Steak cooked medium rare and cut into slices, potato au gratin and broccoli with hollandaise sauce. "Bon appetite." He said as he put the food down next to Ken. The steak was already cut into bite size pieces.

"American style food?" He looked at Schuldich in puzzlement.

"Yes, Farfarello likes to have Western style meals and he will be waking up soon. Nagi cooked it. Heaven alone knows when he learned how to cook, but he is pretty good at it."

"OK, thanks. I remember master telling me that he preferred western food once. I guess I was surprised that you guys would indulge him." Ken felt awkward confessing to Schuldich.

"Well, in many ways we are more like a dysfunctional family than just a team. To us, Farfarello, is our brother and he needs to feel that he is important to us when he has to be sedated and tranquilized. Despite everything, he needs to understand that we are here for him. Mental illness is difficult for the bearer to deal with alone and support is important. If Farfie didn't have the team, he would still be locked away in some asylum in Ireland, under heavy sedation, barely functioning. If he seems to be feeling more himself after he eats, you can let him go." Schuldich left, shutting the door behind him.

Within a minute of him leaving, Farfarello started to move, weakly struggling in his bonds, trying to wake up. "I'm here master. Are you thirsty?"

The blond frowned lightly as his mind tried to figure out the meaning of the words spoken to him. It took a full minute for him to process the thought and respond. "Yes." He whispered, barely audible. Ken held a glass of ice water and tilted it to allow the other man to drink.

Farfarello sipped at the water cautiously, still trying to piece together his surroundings. "Ken. Are you hurt?" His tone sounded vaguely concerned.

"No master. Some stitches ripped, but it didn't hurt the surgical area." Ken paused, touched by the relief that was apparent on his master's face. "Would you like to eat? It's been about 14 hours since you last had anything and Nagi cooked something special for you."

"That will be fine. I imagine that my body is hungry and I feel empty." He looked at the plate and smiled in delight. "Oh, he made some of my favorites. He always amazes me when he goes through the effort of making something I will like."

"Please let me feed you master." Ken requested. "It would give me great pleasure to assist you and Schuldich said that I wasn't allowed to release you until after you ate."

Farfarello looked thoughtful for a moment, considering the irony of the situation. "I think I might enjoy that actually, just don't make a mess. Too bad you are still not healthy enough to be punished." He smirked as Ken gave him a hesitant smile.

The sporty, former soccer player used a fork to delicately place a piece of meat to his lover's mouth. His gaze never left the faintly pink lips. He continued to feed his bound master, paying special attention to his mouth. A drop of juice clung to the lips he found to be so blatantly seductive. Leaning in, he licked the moisture off with the tip of his tongue. Farfarello's tongue darted out quickly to meet with it and coaxed him into a deep kiss. Ken managed to feed his master in between the sensual kisses, but only because he was afraid that Nagi would be upset if he sent the plate back to the kitchen full of food.

"I've had dinner, now release me." Farfarello ordered softly. "I'm in the mood for something else. I think I have a way to play with you that won't stress your injuries to much." A maniacal light gleamed in his eye.

Ken swallowed, he half feared and half anticipated what Farfarello could be referring to. Anything was possible. He quickly undid the buckles holding the blond into the straitjacket. His master shrugged off the jacket and stretched his arms wide, the joints creaking in protest. 

"Damn, I always get so stiff in that thing. Not that it is uncomfortable. It's not, more like a cocoon. Now let me see what I have in my trunk over here." He walked across the room to a large chest that looked like something off a pirate ship. He flipped the lid open and removed a small shelf that contained different sets of restraints. From underneath it he pulled out a contraption that Ken could not comprehend just looking at it. "This will do quite nicely I think." He started to assemble straps, hooks and even a pulley and finally hung the entire thing from a solid beam in the ceiling.

Ken watched silently waiting to be given instructions on what was expected of him.

"This is a swing. It will support all your weight, keeping you off your injured leg and off your stomach." Farfarello explained. "Come over here and lay down on the floor with this part under the top if your hips." He pointed to a five-inch wide strap suspended between ropes. "Then this part will be fit just under your arm pits."

Ken placed himself as he had been told and was surprised as he felt the swing being pulled, lifting him off the floor. His chest was positioned slightly lower than his hips and he could feel blood rushing towards his head. Farfarello rummaged in his trunk and pulled out a spreader bar and set it between Ken's feet, pushing his ankles far apart so that he rested completely on the swing bent over at an awkward angle. 

"Hmm, that is almost right, but there is a slight problem here, isn't there?"

"If master thinks so." Ken stumbled out the answer, feeling somewhat odd at being held in the swing and unsure what his master had planned.

"Oh, I definitely think there is something wrong here. You still have clothes on, but just as well, now I can remove them. My way." Farfarello stalked over to his armoire, in full view of his slave and pulled out a small dagger. He briefly tested the edge on his finger to make sure it was sharp enough then gracefully approached his waiting slave. "Don't move, not even a twitch. I don't want you to need another transfusion." The master pulled the blade through the slave's clothes, easily cutting through the fabric, barely skimming through the skin. His pace was unhurried as he watched each millimeter of the knife's path with obvious fascination. Thin trails of blood followed in the wake of the dagger. The skin cut so shallowly that the crimson drops left the body very reluctantly.

The sharpness of the blade kept Ken from even feeling the cuts. He was more concerned with his clothes falling off of him in pieces. Not that he cared about his old track shorts and gray t-shirt, but to see them landing on the ground next to him caused a rush of excitement. His master was stripping him, torturously slow with a knife. His body started to hum with expectation. It was the tongue that lapped at his bleeding cuts that caused the twinge of pain and pleasure. It moved across his broken skin eagerly sucking at the blood as a hand smoothed and smeared his body with the red fluid. The hands and mouth causing his body to inflame with need. 

"Your blood is sweet, but not too much. I like it." Farfarello murmured. 

"I like your mouth master." Ken moaned.

"And I think I want your mouth to service me." The master spoke softly, circling to Ken's face and shoving his dick close to his slave's lips. "Suck." He ordered and rammed himself deep into his slave's hot mouth. Ken struggled not to choke, gagging slightly as the thick length hit the back of his throat. "Swallow it, take my whole dick into your mouth." Farfarello gritted his teeth as he grunted out.

Ken sucked the cock further in, wrapping his tongue around it. He held his breath as he swallowed against the head to take it deeper. The master paused in satisfaction as he looked at his slut, nose buried in his hair. He enjoyed the sight of the other man attempting to pleasure him and suck him as he struggled with the hard length lodging in his throat. Farfarello pulled himself out and slammed in, savoring the wet feel of the tongue and lips. He set up a punishing rhythm that allowed Ken to snatch half breaths.

Time seemed to stretch and Ken became light headed, desperately gasping in air as he was allowed. Farfarello pushed himself deep into the open mouth, his entire body stiff as he gushed into his slut. The slave could not help choking as the warm semen flowed down his throat, but the tightly lodged dick blocked him from swallowing. With an evil smirk, the master finally withdrew. Ken lay suspended with his head down, gasping for breath with white cum dripping from his lips to the floor.

Farfarello grabbed Ken's hair, pulling his head up so that he would meet his gaze. "It would seem that you made a mess, slut. For that you will have to be punished. When I cum in your mouth, you have to swallow every last drop. Do you understand?"

"Yes master, sorry master." Ken managed to get past his abused lips.

"We'll see if you are sorry in a few minutes. Of course, this may not hurt much, I really don't know. But, I have been wanting to do this for a while." Farfarello went to the armoire and pulled out an odd box, inside. He opened it and pulled out a package that was obviously made for performing some sort of surgical procedure.  He pulled the package open and produced a large needle, like tool. "Oh yes, this will do nicely." Using the pulley he levered Ken up into an almost standing position and began to pinch and roll the slave's nipples. Ken was nervous of his master's intent but his hands caressing the sensitive skin were making him shiver. Once he was satisfied that the little nubs were fully erect, Farfarello pulled one and stretched it then forced the large needle through the base of the nipple. Ken flinched causing him to pull on the needle. It did hurt, a sharp piercing pain. His nipples always were very sensitive. He moaned as the needle was withdrawn and a straight bar shoved through the newly created hole then screwed small balls on to the end. Ken held back the whimper in his throat as his master pulled on his other nipple repeating the procedure.

Farfarello stood back to admire his newly pierced slave. He definitely liked the look and as long as the rings were in, the small nubs would stand erect. A little temptation for him to play with. "I think I will buy some gold hoops to put in the piercings when they heal." He suggested thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your kindness master." Ken answered, gritting his teeth. While it certainly hadn't hurt nearly as badly as his bullet wounds, the area was aware of every small movement of air; every small touch and it sent need coursing through his body.

Farfarello tugged harshly at the freshly pierced flesh, causing a groan of pain from his abused slave. He roughly pulled the other's face to his and smashed his lips on Ken's in a hard kiss. "I didn't gag you tonight for a reason love. I want to hear all your noises, your screams both from pain and passion. I want to hear it all." The master whispered in his slave's ear, a wild look in his eye.

Stalking back to his storage chest, he pulled out a multi-drawer toolbox. From the toolbox emerged a hand full of clothespins. "These will do very nicely." Farfarello murmured. Slipping behind Ken, He clamped one of the cruel wood pins onto the hanging scrotum, Ken gaped in pain and squirmed. He waited only a moment before he pinched another one onto the sac. Causing a grunt. Walking around to his front, he slipped the last two onto the newly pierced nipple and watched as a drop of blood was squeezed out. Ken's head drooped as he struggled to cope with the painful pinching. He groaned as Farfarello tugged on his various clips, sending shooting pains through his body. After a couple of minutes of the tugging, Farfarello lowered the pulleys so that Ken was back into his original position, bent over, head lower than his torso, legs spread wide in restraints. Panting from the clips pulling and pinching his extremely sensitive skin.

"That was a good start, but I want to hear more of your pretty noises." The master announced pulling a heavy leather flogger and something else that Ken could not see out of the trunk. Greasing up his new instrument of torture, Farfarello shoved a thin butt plug into Ken's ass. It didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable until it started to expand. Using a hand pump, it was gradually filled, widening and lengthening, a large rubber balloon pushing everything out of its way. It filled him completely and kept getting bigger. The plug expanded past uncomfortable and became painful.

Stopping when he was satisfied that the man before him was ready for the next onslaught to his senses, the master pulled back his arm and started to methodically flog his slave. As the pace and strength of the flogging increased, Ken started to writhe in pain gasping at the sensations. Occasionally, the end of his plug was hit causing it to drive in further. Gods, it hurt. He began to whimper, small tear leaking from his eye. His master dropped the flogger onto the floor and picked out his next tool. Without any delay he applied a small, but strong whip to Ken's ass and back. At the first touch, Ken screamed as the hot pain traveled through him. Farfarello applied the whip strictly, causing his slave to scream in pain until he was hoarse.  Finally his, blood lust sated, he dropped the whip as well and carefully released his anguished pet.  Gently he picked him up and moved him to lay face down on his bed. "You made me worry about you. You made me feel horrible. I thought you were going to die when we brought you home and you went into a coma for two days." Farfarello lay his head against Ken's back, confessing his fears. "Never make me worry like that again." He lay still for a minute. "That's the real reason I punished you so harshly tonight. You made me realize that I care for you and you made me afraid that I would lose you. I could not control myself. I felt like I would go out and rip apart anything in my path. . If you weren't here and the fact that Crawford would probably have me heavily sedated, I would have went on a killing spree and bathed in the blood of those ignorant fools. When Aya attacked you, I was going to cut him open and pull out his intestine inch by inch. Just so that I could enjoy his screams for all the misery he caused you." A single tear dripped from Farfarello's eye as he struggled to cope with his overwhelming emotions.

"I need to consume you. I want to take you over completely. I want to possess you body and soul." He whispered.

Ken was moved by the sudden confession. It touched his battered heart as no one else had done before. "I am yours master; to love or to harm. I have never felt for anyone the way I feel for you. You are my soul." His lips were taken in a gentle kiss that became more demanding as passion ignited them both.

Farfarello gently trailed his fingers down his lover's back and deflated the plug still buried deep inside him.  He carefully removed it and set it aside. "How do you feel?"

"Sore, but as long as master touches me, I don't care."

Farfarello smiled at that and reached under Ken's body to gently stroke his cock, he quickly brought it to full hardness.  He stopped his gentle manipulation for a moment to push his lubricated dick into Ken's stretched hole, ramming himself deep inside without a pause. Ken moaned at the feeling, it did not cause him pain as the monster plug had thoroughly stretched him.  He loved the way his master felt inside him. Farfarello resumed stroking him while thrusting into his sensitive ass.

Very quickly Ken felt his body respond and within minutes he was on the edge of an orgasm. Sensing his lover's body tighten around him, Farfarello pushed himself in harder and faster. Seconds later both of the men orgasmed together. The passion spiraling through them, echoing each other as they were swept away by the sensual, erotic wave

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It was some days later when Omi appeared at the front door of the safe house requesting to speak with Ken. Nagi admitted him without comment and Ken was told that they could use the living room to talk.

"How have you been?" Omi inquired with a small worried frown.

"I don't know exactly how to describe my life right now. But everything is running fairly smooth I guess. Farfarello and I are doing well together. The other members of Schwarz are hard to understand and I feel awkward around them, but they aren't jerks or anything. I think we just have a hard time relating because of our very different personalities and the fact that they are psychic and have had hard lives. How is the rest of the team doing?"

"So, the team is going to be disbanded and remade. Kritker has offered me a position through my grandfather and I have decided to accept it. At this time I think it would be for the best, that way I can still help the team and perhaps protect them."

"They want you to become Persia?"

Omi bowed his head embarrassed. "Yes, it is a family position and I am the last of the family that can take it. I have to go back to calling myself a Takatori though and that really freaks me out." Omi sighed.

"Yohji has been sent overseas to work with another of Kritker's groups in the United States and will possibly even have to go to Europe for a while. Aya… Ran has been ordered by Kritker to undergo psychological treatment and they want him to set some new goals, as he seems to be a goal oriented person. The shrinks think that is a small fraction of his current problems. So he is going to attend college and get a degree of some kind."

"What is he seeing the psychologist for?" Ken asked driven by curiosity.

"Actually he has to see a psychiatrist. A psychologist could not offer him enough treatment options to help him." Omi paused looking very serious. "I am only telling you this because you were involved with him and we were teammates and I think you deserve to know. Aya has post-traumatic stress disorder."

Ken blinked, "Explain that in simple words please."

"It's very complicated really. It is a disorder that results when a person suffers an incredibly mentally traumatic experience. Somehow the experience triggers chemical changes within the brain that may be immediately apparent or may not show themselves for years. In children, the disorder triggers horrible nightmares, emotional and behavioral problems. In adults it can cause flashbacks that totally take over the mind making the person relive the events over and over. It can also cause nightmares, waking horrifying dreams, panic attacks, extreme aggressiveness and uncontrollable outbursts of anger. Those are just a few of the more common symptoms. It varies from person to person." Omi thought for a minute. "I know this may sound odd, but Aya's case is relatively mild and treatable. Farfarello, who also had a very traumatic experience during childhood, would be considered an extreme case of the disorder. It went beyond post-traumatic stress with him and actually triggered some lasting, very nasty permanent changes to his psyche and to his nervous system. But he can marginally be controlled with the right drugs."




When I Fall Ch. 05



Ken slumped back in thought trying to absorb the information that Omi had given him. "What caused Kritker to interfere finally?"

"Aya had covered for himself very well until recently. Kritker wasn’t really aware of the problem. He is not the first agent, not even by a small percentage that has developed this disorder. Which isn't surprising considering how Kritker recruits people who have had seriously bad things happen to them."

They continued to talk about things different things through the evening, including Omi and Ken's own goals for the future and such innocuous stuff as the weather and the newest flavor of bubble tea. It was a very pleasant visit and Ken was happy to finally understand what was going on with Aya and in many ways it relieved him for blaming himself. Ken was sorry when Omi had to leave, but the younger man had many errands that were taking up his time.

Farfarello came into the room after Omi had left and pulled Ken into the kitchen to eat. He appeared a little shell-shocked as he fumbled with all the changes that were happening around him.

"Shh, love." Farfarello wrapped his arms around him. "You have me, always. I will never leave you."

Ken smiled and sank deeper into the one embracing him. "Thank you master." He whispered and turned to kiss him.

The End