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Chaos or Crawford's Hideously Awful Operational Screw-up

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Omi had noted Ken's absence when he entered the kitchen and had decided to put dinner on since he had promised to cook for his friend in thanks for rescuing him. It was only twenty five minutes later when Ken had not reappeared and everything was almost ready that he decided to go and find whoever was at home. He put everything in the oven on a low heat to keep it warm and set off into the rest of the house. They didn't always eat together, but Omi liked to bring them all together as often as possible, sort of like a family.

There had been no answer when he'd knocked on Yoji's door, so he'd moved on to Aya's, which was why he was standing outside staring at it as if it might bite, because it was partially open and he had just heard what sounded remarkably like Ken say: "Harder, Aya-sama, harder."

Omi was pretty sure Ken had not been referring to a football tackle or anything equally as innocent, because there were definitely some sounds accompanying the phrase that Omi guessed were skin on skin. He couldn't help himself, he just stood and listened and he almost pushed open the door when he heard Yoji mutter something unintelligible as well.

Over his time as an assassin Omi had honed his skills in listening at doors and, as he soaked in all the sounds, he gained a fair impression of what was going on in Aya's room. As he stood there, he became more and more aroused and more and more annoyed; it was very clear that the rest of the team were getting off with one another and they were doing it without him. That just wasn't fair. By the time he heard Ken coming loudly and presumably very hard he had himself very worked up.

He was not going to stand for being treated like the baby; he was old enough to kill and had been doing that for some time so he was sure as hell old enough to have sex. No one seemed to remember he had been eighteen for two months now and they all always treated him like a kid, well he wasn't going to let them anymore. Absolutely sure of what he wanted he pushed open the door and walked in.

What he saw derailed most of the thoughts in his brain since seeing and hearing were apparently two different things as his already interested anatomy stood to full attention. Ken was on his hands and knees on the bed over Yoji who seemed to now be covered in Ken's cum and was absently stroking Ken's deflating erection and Aya was bent over Ken moving his cock in and out of Ken's arse hole. Now Omi had seen porn magazines before, but he had never seen anything like this and his hormones reached up and strangled all ability to think.

His eyes were rooted to Aya moving in and out of Ken making Ken moan and shudder under him and Omi could not look away. It was like all his masturbation fantasies rolled into one and multiplied by about a hundred times. He almost came in his trousers when Aya pushed into Ken really hard and literally quivered from head to foot, red hair falling in front of bliss-filled features, gasping and clearly claiming Ken for his very own. It was only then that he could tear his eyes away and he blushed as he realised that Yoji was watching him watch.

"Run now, Omichi," Yoji said quietly, "or Aya-kun will have you."

Omi was not sure if the words were supposed to scare him away or entice him closer, but he definitely wasn't in the mood for running. He was a man, dammit, and he was going to be fucked like one. It occurred to part of him that that might have been a rather bizarre mental statement, but it didn't stop him pulling his top over his head. There was one small flaw in his plan as he realised he hadn't undone the top button so it took him an embarrassingly long time to free himself, but once he did he was glad to see no one on the bed seemed to have noticed.

The fact that Aya had pulled out of Ken and pushed the younger man out of the way was obvious, because Aya was in the process of licking the cum off Yoji's chest and stomach. Omi almost quit breathing as Yoji acted as Aya's smorgasbord and for a while he forgot that he was supposed to be making a point. Only as Aya licked up the very last drop and lavender eyes looked up at him did Omi remember how to move. The come on in that gaze was so clear that Omi struggled out of the rest of his clothes in record time before bowing to the will of his cock and walking the rest of the distance to the bed.


Innocence; Aya could smell innocence and it was even more intoxicating that the scents of sex around him. Omi was standing there in front of him all blushes and virginal nervousness and Aya decided Christmas had come early. He looked down at Yoji who gave him a lecherous smile and then moved, climbing onto the still rather out of it Ken and attacking the younger man's neck with kisses and teeth. The mew of over stimulated high that came from Ken then was very gratifying since Aya had caused the high, but more of his attention was on Omi.

He patted the bed in the spot Yoji had just vacated and sat back, waiting for Omi to take the invitation. It was obvious that Omi was nervous, but the younger Weiß climbed onto the bed and sat down in the offered place. He was gazing at him with those big blue eyes that had seen far too much and Aya felt something other than sexual need stirring within him. That didn't stop his body reminding him how desirable this new morsel was, but when he reached out it was with tenderness as well as desire. He was almost shocked by his own actions.

Leaning in he nuzzled Omi's neck, taking in the scent of his latest prey. Omi was untouched; he could sense it with the clarity of a neon sign and he kissed Omi with all the gentleness he could muster. If Omi had been sitting there holding a placard saying "I am a virgin please deflower me" it couldn't have been more obvious.

"I will not break, Aya-kun," Omi said, a little catch to the sounds as he kissed down Omi's neck and onto the pale chest.

"I know," he replied, flicking his tongue over one nipple and enjoying the shuddering gasp Omi gave in response, "but you are mine to do with as I wish, and it is my wish you feel nothing but pleasure."

He sucked on the tiny nub below his tongue and Omi arched into the touch.

"And I think you will like it," he added with a chuckle.

"I ..." Omi tried to reply, but Aya was through talking and sucked again, efficiently removing Omi's voice.

Omi was already hard; Aya had been aware of that fact as soon as the younger Weiß had entered the room, and he let his fingers dance lightly over Omi's engorged erection. Omi moaned again, gasping and arching into the touch, so responsive that part of Aya wanted Omi writhing underneath him at that very moment. It was hard to resist, but he was not so desperate now that he would despoil what was on offer.

"Hands and knees," he said as his mind sparked with an idea.

It was a very wicked idea and it very much suited his mood.

Omi looked dazed and a little confused as he pulled back so suddenly, but as Aya watched, his prey did as instructed. He was presented with a small, pert arse and he licked his lips in appreciation. Uncharted territory was laid out before him and it was all his to explore. Smiling to himself he ran his fingers over the exposed flesh and Omi shuddered, turning to look at him over one shoulder.

"Get comfortable," Aya instructed, "just keep your arse in the air."

For just a moment Omi appeared perturbed, but then the younger Weiß's expression hardened with determination and Omi shifted on the bed into a more comfortable stance. Omi was nothing if not focused and Aya almost shuddered with delight at the delicious sight before him. Reaching out, he ran the tips of his fingers over one round cheek and Omi purred in response.

It was a lovely sound that make his cock twitch in anticipation of more, but he needed to be closer to touch and taste properly and he moved on the bed. He knew what he wanted and so he went for it straight away. Leaning in, he placed a kiss at the base of Omi's spine while running his hands over the lovely arse displayed for him. The puckered little hole was right in front of him, and soon he was going to claim it completely, but for now he was going to play with it.

Without further ado he swiped his tongue right across it, tasting and committing Omi's flavour to his memory. Omi's response was somewhere between a gasp and a small cry and it was just what he was after. It made his smile in delight and he did it again just to hear the same noise from Omi's delicate throat; so innocent and yet so debauched at the same time.

For a while he licked and nipped lightly, just to see what wonderful noises Omi would make, but his attention span wasn't as long as it sometimes was and it didn't take him long to need more as Omi became used to what was happening. That was when he thrust his tongue hard at Omi's entrance, demanding that the muscle give under his ministrations and Omi rocked in place as the younger man's arms almost gave way.

"Aya-kun," Omi moaned his name as if it was the only thing in his head.

Aya took the advantage and subjected Omi to a thorough tongue lashing until his prey was quivering with stimulation. The small pucker pulsed at every touch and Aya gained great pleasure from taking Omi to the next level. When he finally pulled back Omi was panting and trembling and Aya had no doubt Omi was ready to be lead even further.

Now he picked up the small bottle of rose scented oil that he had chosen for his conquests. It seemed somehow right in his sex soaked mind as the scent of flowers mixed with sex in the room. Once his finger was slicked it took virtually no pressure to breach Omi's besieged hole. His tongue had done its work and Omi opened to him as he pushed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, pulling it out all the way again afterwards and enjoying the sight of Omi's hole reflexively closing and opening as he removed his touch.

"Ay ... Aya-kun," Omi begged as he pushed his finger back in.

He knew Omi wanted more, he could feel it, but this was one prey he needed to play with. Omi gave such delightful responses to every new sensation that he could not just go on; he had to explore; it was almost a compulsion. Pushing his finger in further he twisted it and just lightly brushed Omi's sweet spot. The way Omi's arms collapsed so that Omi was face first on the bed with arse in the air was worth every patient moment.

Omi did not try and beg for anything again as he played some more with the fingering, slowly moving to two and then three as Omi gasped, panted and moaned at every touch. Even Yoji and Ken had stopped what they were doing to watch as Omi succumbed to his attentions.

Eventually he decided Omi was ready, but he did not move in to take what he really wanted; he had other ideas for Omi.

"I want you to give yourself to me, Omichi," he said, removing his fingers and pulling Omi into a kneeling position.

The glazed look in Omi's eyes was very gratifying, but it soon began to clear when Aya moved Omi and lay down on the bed. Omi's eyes fixed on his erection, especially as he coated himself in the oil and Omi always had been a quick study. The nervousness was back in Omi's eyes, but it was laced with the determination he had seen earlier and Omi moved to straddle him. Omi looked down at him, blue eyes wide and open and all he did was nod once.

As he held Omi's waist Omi reached back and wrapped dexterous fingers around his erection; that alone felt wonderful, but no where near as good as when Omi lifted up and carefully positioned himself. They were all flexible and strong; they wouldn't have survived very long as assassins if they hadn't been and Aya was perfectly sure Omi was quite capable of what he had asked. As Omi slowly pushed down on him, he was proved right and moaned along with Omi as he was encased in tight, slick heat.

Omi was barely seated on him when he felt powerful muscles flex and Omi was moving, riding him. He barely needed to do anything as Omi began first with rocking and then progressed to lifting up and down and all Aya had to do was hold Omi in place and enjoy. When Omi opened blue eyes and looked down this time, Aya saw no nervousness, only passion and he began to thrust his hips in time to Omi's movements. Omi just put his head back and moaned out his pleasure as they moved together in perfect time.

Every time they met, Omi's erection brushed his stomach and he was well aware that he was neglecting Omi's cock, but Omi didn't seem to care. In fact Omi's movements were becoming faster and more desperate, so much so that Aya could feel his companion's orgasm approaching without any further stimulation. It wasn't a surprise when Omi pushed down on him hard and totally lost control, shuddering and ejaculating all over his chest and stomach, what was a bit of a shock was when the sight, the sensation of muscles clamping around him and the sheer sensuality of Omi's orgasm sent him over the edge too.

He just about managed to hold on to Omi as he rode out his own high and then he found himself looking into Omi's dazed features. Omi looked satisfied in a way he had never seen Omi look before and he definitely liked that look on his younger companion. As Omi gathered his wits, his expression began to clear and Aya watched as Omi came back down. Omi was still impaled on him, but Omi didn't seem to care, and gave him a little smile before reaching down, dragging a finger through his own come and then offering it to him like a lollipop.

Aya raised an eyebrow at the brazen behaviour, but lifted his head and sucked on the finger anyway. Omi was a surprise, but a very nice one and he had every intention of exploring some more.


Aya was no longer starving, but he knew he hadn't had enough as he let Omi collapse to the bed, spent for now. He was still hard even after having taken all of the others at least twice and he wanted more. He knew this was unusual to say the least, but it didn't take a genius to realise that something very bizarre was going on anyway. It wasn't as if he was about to stop himself though; the thought barely entered his head, but it would have been nice to know what was going on for once.

He'd never been overly interested in sex. Oh he'd had sex; he wasn't as much of a freak as Yoji had always liked to make out, but he usually had more important things on his mind. Right about then though, there didn't seem to be anything more important than sex. He surveyed those in bed with him, at least able to pause for a while now even though his instincts were driving him on. Ken and Yoji were wrapped around each other in a most delightful way and Yoji seemed to be doing his best to try and reduce Ken to a boneless heap. Aya never would have guessed that Ken was a submissive in bed, not until he had walked across the room and just knew. Ken had never been the leader type, but the fact that he turned to putty if someone so much as looked at him funny in the bedroom had been a bit of a surprise.

The fact that Yoji was in his element wasn't really a stretch of the imagination and the tiny logical part of Aya's mind that was still functioning was very glad it had been Yoji through the door first earlier. He didn't have a lot of imagination available at the moment that wasn't saturated with pure lust, but he did have enough to come up with some interesting scenarios. The one where Omi came home first kept coming back to haunt him.

Of course Omi had been rather a surprise as well; all that passion locked up in such an innocent package. Aya couldn't guess if it would have been released without the other two already in play, but he definitely wasn't complaining about it now. The fact that Omi had all but begged him the second time had only increased the fun and as for the third time, well Omi had deserved it after his little attempt to take control. However, even youthful exuberance had its limits and Omi looked thoroughly shagged out at that moment.

Yoji had Ken arching up under him and whimpering, which was nice to watch, but Aya was still hungry and that meant he wasn't in a voyeuristic mood. He went to separate them and demand their attention for himself when he felt something that dragged his thoughts away. Something had touched his mind and the little logical voice pointed out that there shouldn't be any way he could know this, but he did anyway and his whole focus shifted.

"Stay," he said shortly, climbing off the bed and walking towards the door.

He had absolutely no doubt that the other three would do as he said, if they even noticed he was gone he'd be surprised as he was vaguely aware of a moan from Omi as Yoji and Ken turned their attentions on the youngest member of the team. The three would remain occupied until he returned, he was sure; they were higher on hormones than he was.

Aya only knew one telepath and said telepath was tall, redheaded, German and rather attractive and so he set his sights. It occurred to him in the back of his mind that if Schuldig was around then this whole situation probably had something to do with Schwarz, but he really didn't care. There was only a tiny corner of his mind that even registered that going after a trained enemy telepath nude might be dangerous and an even smaller part that considered there might be resistance from said assassin. The only thing that mattered was that there was another healthy male in the vicinity and Aya needed another snack.

On the landing he just stood there for a moment and listened to his instincts which made him turn right. He walked down the hall to the bathroom, went in, silently opened the window and then climbed out onto the flat roof of the garage that was a cover for their current mission room. It was a little chilly to be outside without any clothes, but the breeze did nothing to cool his ardour.

There was a brick structure in the centre of the roof that appeared to have no discernable function, but which was nevertheless there and which was the only cover in the vicinity. Aya calmly walked up to it and then around it to find Schuldig leaning against the other side of it with his eyes closed. There was a lecherous grin on the telepath's face and Aya didn't need to guess where Schuldig's mind was.

"Eavesdropping is a bad habit," Aya said and made sure there was no trace of emotion in his voice.

The look Schuldig gave him as the man's eyes shot open was priceless; shock, fear, arousal and confusion all rolled into one. Aya didn't give the telepath time to really react, he just balled all the desire, lust, need and release he had experienced over the last hour or so and mentally threw it at Schuldig. Blue eyes opened even wider before rolling back into Schuldig's head as the telepath fell forward into Aya's waiting arms with such a wanton moan that he considered ripping Schuldig's clothes off there and then. It was only a particularly chilly gust of wind that changed his mind.

As Aya hoisted Schuldig into a fireman's lift, just as he had done Yoji earlier in the day. He knew the telepath was not completely out of it, but he made sure what he wanted to do to Schuldig was very clear in his mind and there was no resistance from his burden. It seemed that every team required a sex maniac and he had just found Schwarz's, even if the telepath was more of a voyeur than a player. Getting back through the window was interesting, but where there was a will there was always a way and Aya definitely had the will.

Yoji and Omi were sharing Ken, seemingly with Omi in charge, which didn't really surprise Aya when he walked back into his room with his prize. Aya enjoyed the view for a few moments and then decided that Schuldig was getting heavy and it was time to return to his own purpose. The other three did stop what they were doing as soon as he approached the bed and they quickly made space for Aya to put down the out of it telepath.

"Strip him," he said simply and waited to be obeyed.

Enthusiasm was not lacking in the room and even as Schuldig opened his eyes, he didn't stand a chance.


Being overwhelmed by the goings on in another's head was not something that happened to Schuldig; he was the master telepath and no matter how full his mind became he prided himself on being able to force his thoughts free. He'd been able to do it for years and yet it took him an embarrassingly long time to claw his way back from the sexual meltdown that Abyssinian had thrown at him. It was like swimming through treacle as he tried to separate himself from the fog of sex that was coming at him from every side.

When he finally did manage to concentrate on something other than his dick, he opened his eyes to find that he was semi-naked among the very naked Weiß. He almost panicked, which definitely wouldn't have done his dignity any good. In fact he was so distracted that Siberian had his trousers off him before he had a chance to object and, considering the fact that he had been wearing shoes and underwear as well before the divestment and was wearing nothing afterwards, he had to admire the other assassin's technique.

That, however, didn't mean that he thought being up close and personal with Weiß was a good idea, especially since he knew what Schwarz had done to Abyssinian. No matter how utterly fuckable Abyssinian looked standing beside the bed and staring down at him with those intense lavender eyes, this just wasn't happening. He knew from his eavesdropping that the other three were under their leader's command so he directed his escape effort at Abyssinian and threw the most powerful telepathic suggestion he could at the man to let him go.

There wasn't even a flicker and when he tried to read any thoughts in Abyssinian's mind all he got back was sex.

"Scheiße," he said very pointedly; he was in so much trouble.

Not only had he given himself a headache and missed his target earlier, but now he was about to find out the effects of the serum in a very direct manner; Crawford was going to kill him. That was if Abyssinian didn't manage it first.

He was pinned down at the shoulders by Bombay and Balinese so he couldn't even use his speed as the redheaded leader of Weiß pushed his legs apart and knelt on the bed between them. He really didn't need to be telepathic to know what Abyssinian wanted from him then and he hated to admit it, but he was so hard just thinking about it that it almost hurt.

"Surrender," Abyssinian said, ever the man of few words, "I promise you'll enjoy it."

Schuldig tried to resist he really did, for all of five seconds, but there was sex coming at him from every direction and he was a hedonist at heart. If he was going to die at least this was one hell of a way to go and he let his head drop back with a wanton moan. The smile that crossed Abyssinian's face was almost worth the possible death sentence and Schuldig let all thoughts of escape go as clever fingers wrapped around his cock.

Sex for a telepath could be a very hit and miss affair; faking an orgasm just didn't work when your partner could see inside your head, which meant that Schuldig had had very few lovers in his time that actually satisfied him. Someone who wasn't really in the zone, only pretending they were, had a tendency to wreck it for him, but he couldn't say that was a problem with Weiß. Every last one of them was so in the zone that it was difficult to imagine how anyone could ever not be and they were all focused on him.

Abyssinian alone was so completely turned on that the redhead would have been enough to send him into ecstasies, with all four of them they could have screwed him up, down and sideways and he'd have come back begging for more. He was almost willing to beg anyway as all four of them did things to him that he couldn't even follow as his body and mind hummed with sex.

He swore long and loud as lips wrapped around his cock and a slick finger was forced up his arse simultaneously. He was so aroused that he came instantly, pride or no pride, and the last time he had done that he'd been sixteen and experimenting with an equally horny teenage male. There had been only one rule at Rosenkreuz about sex and that was get a girl pregnant and lose your balls, so everything else had been fair game. He had a feeling everything was fair game here as well as Abyssinian moved back before leaning in again and he was given a very clear mental image of just how the other redhead was going to screw him into the mattress.

End of Part 2