Rainy Nights

Rainy Nights

Rainy Nights
Written By: Indigo Wolf
Dedicated To: Megan Brown


Aya glared out the window of old abandoned warehouse, katana unsheathed and held close to his side as the cold rain pelted relentlessly outside making Tokyo look more like some urban rainforest then a metal metropolis. A shuffling to his right drew his lilac gaze towards the shadows where his pale companion sat propped against the far wall, head bowed slightly as if sleeping. Aya knew better though… He wasn’t foolish enough to assume the berserker had actually nodded off in the darkness of the storm.

Farfarello had been the last person he’d expected to go dashing into the creaking protection of this worse for wear building. They’d simply stared at each other, panting for breath, weapons drawn.

“ Weiss… who’d thought I’d have the luck of bathing in your blood tonight…?”
“ Don’t make me laugh Farfarello… Get near me and I’ll slice that smirk off your face…”
“ Hn… You should know better then to tempt me Aya…”

A sudden crack of thunder sent the two assassins covering their ears and shook their dilapidated shelter, sending both men tumbling to the floor. They blinked in surprise at each other and looked up in unison to see slabs of tiling from the roof start tumbling down on top of them.

“ Run!!”
“ Shit!”

Aya leapt to his feet and lunged at the Irishman, sending him rolling backwards. Aya leaned over him, gritting his teeth at the loud crash and scrape of metal landing only a few feet behind them. He looked back over his shoulder at the sound of rain smacking medal and sighed softly.

“ That was clo…”

He paused in shock to feel a sharp point sticking into his gut. Aya’s eyes flashed down between their bodies to see Farfarello’s spear stuck threateningly deep into his flesh. He looked back into the Schwartz golden eye, his mouth parted in a silent gasp. Farfarello stared back up at him, his brows knit together in what seemed to be confusion.

“ Why?”
“ F-Farfarello… uggh…”

Aya fell forward as the berserker pulled his weapon free. He landed on the other mans firm chest, his teeth grit tight in a wince of pain. There was a long moment of motionless silence before Farfarello tilted to the side to switch positions and leaned up to look down at the fallen Weiss leader. His bright eye flashed slightly, looking at the wound. He suddenly grabbed hold of Aya’s shirt, pulling it up to reveal the puncture. Aya winced again and grabbed Farfarello’s wrist.

“ Stay still Weiss… You’ll make yourself worse…”

Aya glared at him but released and laid still as the berserker treated his wound. He was more shocked to see how precise the assassin was. Farfarello acted like a surgeon, retrieving a small needle from the side of his boot and a spool of tan thread from his pants pocket. He quickly threaded the needle and produced a lighter out of his other pocket.

“ This is going to hurt Aya… Think you can be man enough not to scream?”

Aya bared his teeth and narrowed his eyes but kept his insults to himself. He wouldn’t let Farfarello mock him…

Another scuff of boot rubber against the floor caused Aya’s gaze to be redirected back towards Farfarello. Lightning split the darkness giving each man a fully lit view of the other. Farfarello’s glowing eye flashed brightly before he looked towards the hole in the ceiling. The storm was far from letting up… In fact, it was getting worse. Both men were more intelligent then to go running out of this makeshift shelter blindly… You never knew just whom you might run into out there.

“ Bleeding stop?”

Aya blinked slowly, as if he didn’t quite understand. His free hand lifted to the stitches that trailed across his abdomen. He knit his brows slightly and looked back at the Irishman.

“ Yeh… uh… Thanks…”

Rain…

“ Don’t thank me… It was a one time thing Weiss…”

Thunder….

“ …Why…?”

There was no answer. Instead the berserker drew a crisp inhale of breath through clenched teeth, his hand moving to his stomach and his face contorting into a wince. Aya looked on, stunned. Farfarello’s expression was unmistakably one of pain… but that was impossible… Wasn’t it?

“ You ok?”

“ … Stomach…”

“ You injured?”
“ … Hn… Probably…”

“ … Are you sick?”

“ Depends on your definition of the word Aya…”

Aya glared at him, his lips draw tight in choosing to hold back some harsh words. Confidently, yet cautiously, Aya walked over to the pale skinned man and stared down at him. Farfarello leaned his head back lazily; staring at his would be rival who he’d somehow made an unspoken truce with for tonight.

Lowering his sword, Aya kneeled down at the berserkers’ side, eyes glued on the hand that held his weapon.

“If I wanted to kill you Aya… I would have let you bleed like a stuck pig earlier…Wouldn’t I?”

“Hai… Unless you were simply planning on torturing me by showing me mercy before suffering…”

“ Ouch... that stung a bit Weiss… Distrust me that much do you?”

“ Always have… What should make this any different?”

“ Hn… I suppose you do have a point there… though… If I had planned on killing you… I wouldn’t have stitched you up so nicely… Y’know?”

“… Would have let me bleed anyway…?”

“ You bet I would… You’re beautiful when you think you’re dying…Fear brings out your inner essence… It’s quite arousing really…”

“ Shut up… I’m not afraid of dying… I’m not afraid of you Farfarello…”

Aya gasped as Farfarello pulled him down into his lap, wrapping his arms around his frame and holding Aya’s chin tilted towards him dominatingly. Farfarello grinned wickedly, his amber jeweled eye smoldering lustfully.

“ You think not Aya? I know what darkness lurks in the pit of your heart… What fear haunts your dreams every single night making you wake up with a silent scream on your lips… I think you are afraid… Maybe not of me… but perhaps of what I represent.”

Farfarello trailed his lips down the exposed curve of Aya’s throat, causing him to shudder. He smirked in satisfaction but quickly arched his head back to let out another growl of pain. Aya was trembling slightly but looked at the man who held him with a concerned expression nonetheless. Aya slowly lifted his ungloved hand and placed it gently over Farfarello’s forehead.

“ Y-you have a fever…”

“ A what? … Uggh….”

“ A fever… you’re physically ill…”

Aya wriggled in Farfarello’s grasp. The man refused to release him, but did let him change positions so that he could move easier… and so that Aya’s weight wouldn’t press into his aching gut. Aya ended up straddling the berserkers hips and could feel his cheeks growing hot at the usually intimate usage of this position. Farfarello was definitely sick. The soft cursing he was doing over the pain in his gut led Aya to believe it most likely had something to do with what he ate, not that he dared to ask… He personally didn’t care to know what the assassin consumed on a daily bases... If his killing habits were an inclination, then he’d rather not know.
Aya started to remove his hand when Farfarello cupped his own over it, holding it down.

“ Don’t… Feel’s good… cool…”

Farfarello was murmuring as if suddenly having been sedated with a tranquillizer. His golden eye looked glassy and unfocused… entranced. Aya took a side glance at his katana… It would have been so easy right now while he was like this. Then again… It could have all been a show… He decided not to chance it. Besides, it wasn’t in Aya’s style to attack a worthy opponent when he was unable to put up a defense... that was out right murder… His prey was one thing… But Farfarello wasn’t prey… He was the fox, and Aya the cat… two cunning predators out for their own survival… each taking pleasure in the kill… each living off that kill. In a way, this man was his brethren… and an equal on all levels of pure animal nature… Aya frowned inwardly to himself and relaxed his body down onto Farfarello’s, keeping his hand in place for the other man’s sake.

“ You should try to rest… It’ll make you feel better…”

“ Hn…. I doubt it…”

“ You’ve never been sick before… I have. I know how this works Jei…”

Aya gasped at the nearly bone crushing grip Farfarello held over his hand. He winced painfully, nearly crying out.

“ Don’t. Call. Me. That. Ever!”

Farfarello hissed each word venomously, his eye flashing murderously. Aya grit his teeth to hold back a yelp of pain and nodded his head vigorously.

“ H-hai… I’m … Ah…! S-sorry…!”

Farfarello released his hand and Aya snatched it back against his chest, cradling it with his other hand and nursing it with pained eyes. He looked back as he felt the other man’s body spasm again from the inner pain.

“ I didn’t know you could feel pain… Internal pain at least…”

“ Humph… Nor did I… It sucks… uugh!”

Farfarello doubled over in pain, his head pressed against Aya’s chest and his hands gripping at the Weiss leaders waist. Aya gasped again, the tint quickly returning to his cheeks.

“ U-uh… what can I do to help?”

“ Why would you want to… uggh … Weiss?”

“ B-because… It appears that I’m stuck here... and I personally don’t want you to vomit on me…! That’s why!”

“ Heh… so… You do have a sense of humor after all Aya…”

“ Oh just shut up and tell me what I can do already!”

“ … If you could somehow distract me… tsh…ugh… T-that would help… I think...”

Aya swallowed hard. Distract him? How the fuck did you distract a berserker?! You couldn’t very well hit him… he wouldn’t feel it… Aya bit his bottom lip as another groan escaped the Irishman’s throat. Not knowing what other possible solution would work, Aya quickly pushed Farfarello’s head off his chest and leaned him back against the wall, pressing his lips against the others deeply. Farfarello’s eye widened as he let out a muffled gasp of shock. Aya took advantage of the parting of his lips and slipped his tongue inside the berserker’s mouth, sealing their mouths together. Farfarello’s grip on Aya’s waist tightened again, his body ridged for a moment before going lax against the wall.

Aya slowly pulled away, cheeks flushed and breath short. His lilac eyes looked quite bewildered, and his lips were trembling ever so slightly. Farfarello stared back up at him, silently… curiously. Both men seemed unable to explain what had just happened… What it would mean if they did confess hat it had felt rather good. Aya lowered his eyes first, too embarrassed to face Farfarello’s searching gaze. He jolted at the caress of a rough fingered hand on his cheek.

“ That… was unexpected…. Even from you Weiss kitten. “

Farfarello’s voice was softer then Aya had ever heard it before… a caress on his senses all on it’s own. Aya’s eyes slid closed, just listening to that smooth accented voice. Farfarello smiled, deciding to take advantage of the Weiss members’ submissiveness… It wasn’t every day that you saw the great Aya be lulled into such a passive state.

“ That was also…. Very ballsy… I could have easily killed you for trying something that foolish…”

He paused, seeing Aya’s body tense and his jewel like eyes flicker open.

“ But I won’t…because it was a good distraction…. I give you credit for that…”

Farfarello leaned in, his lips grazing the soft shell of his companion’s ear.

“ However… it wasn’t enough for me… Not nearly enough…”

Aya shuddered, his eyes squeezing shut again and his breath coming out quickly as his heart rate picked up. He knew it had been a stupid move, but he’d had no idea how else to distract the berserker… how else to shut him up for a moment. Aya gasped as he felt the Schwarz members hand slide up under his shirt, caressing the little bit of flesh that was still warm despite the cold weather. He shivered, Farfarello’s fingertips icy to the touch.

“ W-what the hell do you think you’re do-“

He was cut off by his own yelp as Farfarello rocked forward and pushed them both into a horizontal position. Aya grunted at the impact with the cold warehouse floor and winced at the pressure of the Irishman’s body pressing down into his aching injury. Farfarello lifted up off his stomach and Aya let out a relieved sigh.

“ Sorry ‘bout that Weiss…”

“ I thought you were sick!”

Aya snapped aggressively, trying to scoot his way out from under the slightly taller man. He was met with a smug grin and a shimmering golden eye. Shit… It might not have been an act earlier... but Farfarello was definitely distracted from the pain now… Aya growled, squirming underneath the berserker in attempts of escape. He let out another startled gasp as he felt his shirt lifted and hot lips over the equally fiery pain in his gut.

“ F-Farfarello!”

He cursed internally at hearing that name escape him as more of a groan then he’d had wished it to… Damn the murdering bastard to be good with his mouth… to be shockingly gently with him. Damn Farfarello for taking advantage of his weakness, for making him feel things he’d tried so hard to train out of himself… Aya groaned again, arching his hips up as the golden-eyed beast above him gave a pinching nip at the exposed curve of his hipbone.

“ Hn… Your skin is so soft Weiss…. Like a women’s…”

“ Shut up!”

Aya looked away with tinted cheeks at hearing Farfarello’s soft chuckle at his defensive snap. He knew what he felt like… what he looked like. It had always bothered him that he could be so androgynous if he wanted to… That often in his youth, others couldn’t tell whether he was a fair, if not well built, young woman… Or was, in fact, a beautiful young man. His skin had always stayed smooth and soft, his bone structure made of gently curves rather then angular ones, his flesh tone like fresh cream. Aya often hated the way he looked when compared to someone like Yohji… or Ken. Omi had yet to grow into his true looks. Aya cursed under his breath, almost ashamed of his form.

Farfarello looked up at him while continuing his exploration of Aya’s lower torso. He could tell his words had struck a nerve. Although in most situations he wouldn’t have cared… something about the pained and embarrassed look in Aya’s eyes made me almost regret having opened his mouth… almost… He brightened slightly as a thought hit him. If being told that he felt like a woman upset Aya then Farfarello would make him feel it for himself… So that he came to accept the fact that he was in truth soft and warm… if only on the outside. Farfarello already knew what kind of man Aya was on the inside… but he wouldn’t let that out through his body… He had to feel pain in order to defend himself and bring out the dark beast that lay nestled at his core.

“ Sure Aya, I’ll shut up… as soon as you make me…”

He grinned up at the startled expression on Aya’s face as he undid the button clasp on the Weiss leaders pants, pulling the zipper down and hooking his thumbs to drag the fabric down with them. Aya began to squirm again, cursing at him in his Japanese tongue and making quite a bit of noise in his vain attempts and getting away from the berserker. Farfarello growled at nearly losing him when Aya flipped onto his stomach and used the strength of his knees under him to lurch forward, pulling himself away. Farfarello hadn’t managed to completely strip the kittens’ pants off yet, so he nabbed at the materiel that was pooled at Aya’s knees and gave a firm yank back, pulling the redheads legs out from under him. Aya cried out in surprise and landed flat on his bare stomach, groaning with a slight daze at the impact. Farfarello was over him in a heartbeat, his hips pressed against Aya’s smooth firm rear, and his arms wrapped around his waist, dragging him up onto all fours. Aya was shaking… whether from the cold air whipping his bare skin or the knowledge of what he knew to be coming, Farfarello couldn’t tell. It was moments like these he envied Schuldig’s ability to go into another’s mind. Although… being unable to feel physical pain was a good substitute.

“ Now now kitten…. We’re not done playing yet…”

“ Get… off… me….”

“ You started this Aya… You should know that if you start it, you have to be prepared to finish it too…”

“ F-fuck you…”

“ Ah… no… I believe I’d rather fuck you kitten.”

Farfarello smirked at the few choice words that escaped his playthings mouth next, but ignored their threat and leaned his head over to trail a series of hot open mouthed kisses down the exposed line of Aya’s spine. He’d leave the Weiss’ shirt and coat on for the sake of his own warmth… they caused no hassle since both were already pushed up and out of the way. Aya’s body quivered, his shoulders shaking as he held himself up, a tension in them that showed he was ready to bolt as soon as Farfarello dared to release his grip.

Farfarello trailed a pale hand back between Aya’s legs, stroking the hot hardly flaccid length of muscle there. He smiled, gripping it and giving a rough jerk back. Aya cried out, his hips rocking back into the motion to lessen the pressure. So submissive…. So beautifully complacent. Farfarello smirked to himself, knowing that even Aya couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the attention. He loosened his grip over the straining flesh and stroked it in an apologetic manner for the harsh foreplay. His golden eye flicked up to the slope of Aya’s clothed shoulders, noting the loss of tension and the quiver of strain from holding himself up. He took pleasure in hearing the soft moans that escaped the redheads’ lips, his head bowed.

“ You submit like a woman too Aya…”

He purred at the other man’s back, making him tense and shiver. Aya’s fingers curled into the cold concrete below them, an inner rage at the jibe building up. Good…. That’s exactly what Farfarello wanted to see… He wanted Aya to lose his cool… to snap and strike out with the creature that lay snarling beneath the surface.

Keeping a strong grip on Aya’s cock to keep him from pulling away, Farfarello freed up one of his hands to rid himself of the containment of his own pants, letting them slip down just enough to allow his own straining member the freedom it needed. He sat back comfortably on his knees, trailing his hand down the smooth contours of Aya’s back and supple rear. Aya let out a low hiss as Farfarello licked his fingers and trailed the cold wet digits over the cleft of his ass. His body jolted as the same cold digits thrust into the warmth within the tight ring of muscle.

“ S-shit!!!”

Aya arched his back, groaning deeply. His fingers ground into the fine layer of dust that littered the floor, his harsh breath blowing it out from beneath his head in small clouds. He hated this feeling of weakness. This control the lunatic had over him with just a touch and an intimate gesture. He felt violated and ashamed at the same time for enjoying it… After all… there was no hiding his hard on. Farfarello was trying to make him feel like a girl… he could feel it in the way the berserker touched him, in his mocking words… Aya cursed again under his strained breath as he rocked back into the intrusion yearningly. It had been years since he’d been with anyone… years since he’d felt another’s touch… It grated him though that it happened to be Farfarello giving him the pleasure he’d been denying himself since the day of his parents’ murder.

Farfarello had to admit silently to himself that he was surprised at just how agreeable Aya was being. True that he’d struggled at first… down right threatened to castrate him… but now… It was as if the Weiss needed this… Craved such a violating touch. He smirked softly, lifting himself up off his knees to lean over the redheads’ lean body. Since they were on equal terms tonight... he saw no reason in not doing the ‘nice’ thing and giving the kitten exactly what he wanted…

“ AAGGHH!!! FUCK!!!!”

Aya’s arms gave out under him as his body was penetrated clear to the hilt. He’d never felt such a pain like this…. A burning ache that tore at his flesh and made him scream; while at the same time brought with it a sense of fulfillment he’d never experienced before in his life. His fingers curled into tight fists as the berserker slid out only to slam back in again sending another searing bolt up his spine and a tingling lightheadedness a the back of his mind. It hurt… Christ did it hurt… He wanted to pull away, to escape this torturous violation… yet his body refused to obey his mind. He ached for more punishment, for both the pleasure and pain that accompanied such an act.

He gasped as Farfarello’s hand once more went into action and possessively gripped his weeping erection, counter stroking it into his deep penetrating thrusts. The combined sensations were overwhelming and Aya heard himself cry out in a harsh sob as his body betrayed him, spilling his seed over the pale hand that held him captive.

Farfarello nestled himself deep inside his kitten, glancing to the side with interest at feeling warm liquid on his hand. He slid his tongue over his canine with a smug grin that Aya was unable to see. Leaning over, Farfarello nipped at the red shell of Aya’s ear.

“ Well now…that was fast… You should have told me you were a virgin baby…”

He chuckled at the nap of the other man’s neck, nipping the hot skin there above the hem of his coat and shirt. And that’s when the world spun for a moment…

Aya let out a roar of rage, yanking himself away from Farfarello’s hold and collapsing onto his side. His foot kicked up and out, his boot smashing into the side of Farfarello’s head, sending the berserker reeling in surprise. There was silence for a long moment, the rain pelting relentlessly against the tin rooftop. The two men stared at each other. Farfarello clutched the eye patch, which now wept with tears of blood showing that Aya had scored a good hit on that eye. He watched Aya in shock, both at how fast he had moved, and how accurate he’d been able to hit him. Mostly though, he was riveted to how Aya had suddenly changed. The Weiss lay propped on an elbow on his side, panting with ragged breath and his lilac eyes blazing with a murderous fire. His shirt had been ripped at the collar in the scuffle and his trench coat was pulled back off his shoulders. He looked like a model… A model that would slit your throat if you dared to come within 5 feet of him. Farfarello grinned softly. His beast had emerged after all… And it was everything he’d been hoping for. This was the Aya he’d wanted in the first place... the killing machine that lay buried beneath a false façade of calm control.

“ Was it something I said…?”

“ Go to hell….”

“ Love to… So long as I get to take you there with me…”

The two men stared in silence again, a battle being waged in their eyes. Farfarello lowered his bloodied hand and scooted closer to Aya. The redhead tensed up more, muscles that had rested unseen beneath his flesh only moments earlier now tight and bulging under his creamy skin. The true male essence that was Aya growling at his approach… He was stunning.

“ Now now kitten… You got yours… I have yet to get mine…”

Farfarello pounced at Aya, one of the Weiss’s legs lifted up over his shoulder. Aya hissed threateningly, glaring up at Farfarello with narrowed eyes and bared teeth. Although he seemed ready to rip the berserker’s head off, Aya made no move to kick him away again. Farfarello smirked and thrust in again making Aya wince with the discomfort of stretched flesh. Still he made no move to strike out. His free hand slammed down into the concrete by his bent arm to steady himself as the Schwartz picked up where he’d left off. Farfarello let out a groan of pleasure to match the moan that escaped his kitten. Fucking Aya like this was totally different then just moments ago… He was like a completely different person. Still submitting, but more of free will this time… He wanted to be taken, and taken hard. Farfarello smiled, leaning down to kiss him and receiving a passionate return.

Aya threw his head back with a shout of painful pleasure, as Farfarello nearly bent him in two with his harsh thrusts.
“ GOD!!!”

Farfarello felt a prickle on the nap of his neck at the exclaimed word. He gripped Aya’s leg hard, bending forward to spread him more. He found an unimaginable amount of pleasure in hearing that bastards name being called in the throws of such a blasphemous act as this. How suiting… That an angel would call out the name of his maker while in the rapture of a devil’s embrace… He loved the ‘justice’ of it all…

Both men moaned deeply as Farfarello slipped over the edge, spilling himself into his fallen angel as it were. They collapsed to the cold floor, panting for breath, eyes closed and limbs draped limping around each other. The sound of the rain was soothing in it’s rhythmic and relentless pounding overhead. Slowly, Aya shifted beneath Farfarello, making the berserker snap out of his half conscious post orgasmic state. He leaned up enough to allow Aya to scoot out from under him and pull his pants back up. Farfarello flopped lazily back to his stomach, enjoying the cool feel of the floor against his heated flesh. It was an icy bite that quite suited to his liking. Aya leaned up with his knees tucked gingerly up to his chest to relieve the ache in his backside. He leaned his arms on his bent knees comfortably, looking out into the storm before directing his gaze back towards the berserker.

Farfarello blinked in surprise at feeling cool fingertips slip beneath the edge of his eye patch, lifting up the black bloodstained materiel. He blinked both eyes, adjusting the covered one to the light. His eyes peered up at hearing a bemused noise escape the Weiss leader.

“ What?”

“ Nothing... I just didn’t realize you had both eyes…”

Farfarello smirked, leaning up and sitting back on his knees to re-zip his own pants.

“ Yeh… I keep it on to keep my senses sharp…”

He looked over at Aya and chuckled at the confused look he got from the redhead.

“ I don’t understand… Wouldn’t blinding one eye make you worse?”

Farfarello grinned and shook his head. He slid over to be seated in front of Aya and lifted a hand, covering one of Aya’s lilac eyes. The redhead gasped softly but sat still, staring at Farfarello in confusion. Farfarello silenced him with a kiss before he could complain.

“ Just shut up and let me show you Aya….”

Farfarello smiled as Aya relaxed and nodded softly. He lifted his free hand to Aya’s uninhibited side and snapped his fingers, making the Weiss blink and move his eye in that direction. He then moved his hand and snapped on the blinded side. Aya jolted in surprise as the note rang in clearer then on the other side.

“ You see?”

“Hai… I think I understand… But why did you decided to blind just your left eye?”

Farfarello sighed and lowered his hand. He hadn’t spoken this openly to anyone in a long time... but after this night… He felt he owed it to Aya in a way to share a bit more then the thrills of the flesh.

“ When I was very young… I had developed a crippling ear infection in my left ear… It was so bad that it nearly left me def on that side… I had read in books, that if you have one crippled sense, that your other senses would heighten to compensate... so… I decided to try a reverse technique… I blinded my good eye in order to repair my injured ear… Seems to have worked.”

He smirked in self-satisfaction. Aya frowned softly, looking away.

“ I had no idea…”

“Live and learn I guess… eh Weiss?”

Farfarello shrugged and leaned back on his arms.

“ So then… Why keep it on if you succeeded?”

Aya looked back at him quizzically. Farfarello paused in thought, taking time to consider it. He shook his head after a moment.

“ Old habits die hard I guess….”

“ Indeed they do….”

The two smiled at each other, a soft understanding for the other in their eyes. They glanced up as a ray of sunlight penetrated the gash in the ceiling.

“ Storms over…”

Aya mused softly, looking up into the waking daylight. Farfarello kept his eyes on the redhead, studying him with a new sense of respect. He smiled softly and looked down before glancing up at the patch of light himself.

“ I guess that’s true…”

~ Owari ~