Sunday: Truth's Realization ~What the hell are you doing, Aya!? He's your enemy, and you're letting him KISS you!? Are you crazy??~ The younger red-head pulled away, turning his head to hide his embarassment. "Something wrong?" What does he MEAN, is something wrong? You're damn straight something's wrong...THIS is!!! I need to get out of here before he does something even stranger! ~What's so strange about love?~ The injured White Hunter jerked his head back upon hearing those words echo in his mind. He stared at the older man, a look of pure dumbfoundedness on his face as he tried to speak. "L...l..lo...love...??" "There's no use trying to run from the truth any longer; it will always come out in the end..." Aya bit his lip slightly as Schuldig whispered in his ear, his breath caressing his skin just like in their dream. Schuldig LOVED him??? That just couldn't be...he didn't deserved to be loved by anyone. He dedicated his entire life to avenging his parents and now, rescuing his sister. A killer like him didn't deserved to be loved, not while Aya was still in so much danger... ~You're only fooling yourself. Can't you see the truth?~ Aya squinted his eyes shut, attempting to ignore Schuldig's words. Even if it were true, it wasn't to be. He didn't deserved to be loved, and that was that. Still, his mind began to recall the past. Ever since the accident and the death of his parents, he'd been so lonely. Aya's sunny voice no was no longer there to brighten his spirits, nor the love of his mother and father. His teammates understood him, gave him sympathy, but it wasn't the same. He longed to be loved once more, but he'd denied himself everything for the sake of his family. Schuldig draped over him, leaning into his neck was beginning to have its affects on his train of thought, as his mind struggled to stay focused, but passion was winning out as the German placed butterfly kisses up and down his neck. "I don't...I don't de--" He was cut off by Schuldig's kiss once more, more forceful than the previous one. His mind completely blurred over as he felt his body go limp suddenly. ~I'll show you how wrong you are.~ Aya tried to raise his good arm to struggle, but his body wasn't responding. Schuldig began running his hands through the Weiß member's soft, red hair as he kissed his way down Aya's chest. All the White Hunter could do was moan softly as those hands wandered further and further down, reaching under the thin black shirt and caressing his skin. Aya tried to think once more, only to arch his back when Schuldig teased one of nipples. ~Everyone deserves to be loved...~ The German's nasal voice rang in his mind once more, no longer with its usual mocking tone. This was driving him crazy. The more he tried to fight it, the more he wanted Schuldig to touch him over and over, to kiss him, to... Aya shut his eyes, trying to ignore the sudden ache between his legs and Schuldig's hands wandering further down his body. He heard the older red-head mumble something to his ear, but his brain was numbing over slowly from pleasure and couldn't make out what he'd said. When a hand found it's way into his pants and around the bulge contained therein, reason had flown out the window, and desire was completely in control now. Schuldig grinned to himself, noting that Aya had stopped struggling. He removed his control from over the Weiß member's body, and moaned slightly when Aya's hands reached up, running through his hair before pulling him down for another kiss, but sat up, earing him a cute cry of protest from the White Hunter. ~I win.~ Schuldig gently helped him out of the rest of his clothes, being extra careful and gentle around his injured arm, then proceeded to discard his clothing at lighting speed. Aya melted into a puddle of bliss just at the sensation of their bodies touching, and he realized that the pain shooting through his body had long since faded away. Aya's hands roamed from fiery red locks to smooth skin, moaning softly as Schuldig teased his aching member with light kisses before taking the tip into his mouth. Aya's soft moans became incoherent cries of passion he began thrusting his hips upward, drowing in the warm sweetness that enveloped him. Schuldig took his precious time exploring the other's body, going slowly as Aya moaned in half pain/pleasure. Aya felt as if his head was going to explode from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure that racked his being. For Schuldich, this was the best he'd ever felt in a long time. He'd had sex many times in the past, but it here and now was truly genuine; No lust, no one-night stands, no wild animal passion. They spent half the morning experiencing the sweetest love.