The soft drifting curl of smoke unmistakably marked the presence of a nicotine addict, no question about it. With a sigh, Yohji leaned back against the park bench in the drenching moonlight and took another drag off of the cigarette. If he was really good, he could make it last at least another four or five lungfuls, but he'd worked on it pretty good already, so maybe he wouldn't be able to manage it, after all.

Kudou Yohji liked the park. It was a nice, tranquil place to take a walk, even in the dark, to sit and relax and not think about the things he usually did in the night -- well, with the possible exception of seducing a woman or two. For the time being, though, it was nice to just sit and watch the playground equipment and imagine it full of bright youthful creatures...

It also made a really great place for assignations.

The soft sound of movement in the darkness, scuttling leaves crunching beneath stumbling footsteps, brought sharp green gaze to bear, searching through the darkness for the presence of someone else, of...

"You!" Yohji gasped, standing quickly and reaching for the slim body as Nagi stumbled forward with a little cry, bruised face obvious from up close. "Your face...." he whispered, touching it gently even as his arms slid around the telekinetic boy to help support him.

The honey-haired Weiss member had felt a connection with the slender Schwarz boy at first sight, when he'd argued with Schreient's Tot to try and keep her from fighting. The kiss she'd given him had been sweet, and his heart had absolutely clenched with delight at the sight -- after all, Yohji liked pretty feminine boys, a lot. It was only a shame that *he* wasn't the one kissing that lovely blushing creature!

"Hurts," Nagi whispered, tears rising up, lips trembling. "He hurt me... Yohji..."

A shiver danced down the tall man's frame as he lifted Nagi, feeling the boy's legs and arms wrap tightly around him before he settled back against the bench, lightly bringing the boy's head to cradle against his throat, petting him tenderly. "Shhhh," he whispered. "Who hurt you? I'll kill them..."

"You can't!" the dark-haired boy sobbed. "Please don't try! Please, just... just..."

"Just...?" Yohji whispered, looking at those trembling, bruised lips as Nagi lifted his head.

"Just..." They were so close, so *tempting*, and the tears were even more so. "Just... make it better...."

"Kiss it," Yohji murmured, almost swimming in desire at the lovely, disheveled sight of the small, weeping thing. "And make it better..."

"Yes..." Nagi breathed, pressing his swollen mouth almost innocently against Yohji's. "Yes..."

God, how exciting, that small abused thing, the length of him pressed against Yohji's chest, trembling and pitiful! It was almost more than he could bear as his hands came up, cupping Nagi's face tenderly as he kissed him, sweet and long, just as he'd wanted to the first time he'd seen him and every time thereafter, an arm wrapping about his waist to keep him pulled tight against him. "Pretty boy," he whispered, shuddering. "God, pretty thing...."

The sound that spilled loose from between Nagi's lips was a delicate little mewl full of sweetness, pain and fear, and it tempted him so terribly as he claimed them again, pulling the boy close, the ragged, torn clothing only an incentive to undress him, hands sliding up and along his ribs as his head dropped back, a soft pant ensuing as Yohji's fingers danced over the perk of a nipple.

Nagi was prettier than Omi, even -- younger, more tender. Omi never moaned and seemed so weakly vulnerable, had never just so obviously been roughly treated, and gone to find a way to get more of it. "Did they hurt you...?" he asked, a softly ragged pant as he plucked at that bud of a nipple, a touch that promised more than just pleasure if he had his way.

"Ye....sssss," Nagi hissed, legs clutching around Yohji's sides as if the ache came from somewhere within him rather than from the squeezing fingers that made him shudder, made him want to cry out, and he did, softly, tears welling up again and spilling over his cheeks. Sore, he was, from the abuse he'd suffered before he'd even come to the park, and those fingers made it worse, made him want to shut his legs, for he could feel slickness inside of him, dripping out of him. "Hurts...!"

"Let me soothe it away, Baby," Yohji murmured, though touch belied both tone and words. His fingers pinched the sweet student's nipple, light at first, then harder until it felt as if it was going to be twisted clean off! "What did they do to you?"

"F..fu..cked me!" Nagi whimpered out, gasping, tears streaming down his face. "Rrraped me. Oh, it hurt!" he sobbed, shuddering against that touch, and even that was erotic, the words soft and agonized, full of tender fear that went straight to Yohji's crotch, making him throb with need.

"How many?" Yohji's fingers brushed aside tattered cloth on the boy's chest, now rubbing around the other hardened nub. The first had turned a delicious red under his treatment, and he'd make them match before moving on. "Poor Baby -- Yohji will make it better for you."

The tears slipping down Nagi's face wet Yohji's cheek as the boy shifted forward, pressing his forehead close to the tall Weiss member's, his arms wrapping tightly around the man's neck. "P...please," he sobbed softly, trembling. "Please..." Oh, he was beautiful weeping like that, sweet child! Another rough tweak brought a little burst of sound from the trembling creature before he answered. "T...two!!!"

"Both of them...?" Yohji's voice was lascivious as he gave that nubbin of flesh a wrench, and then let both hands slide down to pull the boy's pants from his bruising, tender flesh. "Let me see how bad the damage is, Baby..."

Nagi's shift, a lift of hips, gave him all the permission that he needed, the soft blue material pulled down slowly before Yohji pushed him back slightly to watch. The boy was hard, he could tell, despite the fact that he was crying. Yohji could see the tell-tale bruising of fingerprints on the bony points of his hips, beautiful purple bruises that were ravishing to him in the faint light cast from a nearby street lamp, and when he shifted the slim creature again, he could see them on his ass, too, stains that marred exquisite porcelain flesh.

Someone had been pounding into him with a terrible force -- two someones! Yohji clasped his fingers carelessly around Nagi's cock, roughly scraping his thumb over the weeping head. "Poor Nagi -- I'll make it all better for you... why don't you ease off my pants."

"You won't hurt me...?" It was whispered in his ear, an erotic little breath filled with terror, a question, as if begging reassurance. "I don't know if I want to..."

"I wouldn't ever hurt you, Baby," Yohji coaxed gently, pulling Nagi a little closer to half-embrace him near, while his hands moved down to the boy's bruised globes of flesh, digging his fingers in.

"But it does," Nagi whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck, lashes fluttering against the flesh there, almost tickling, just as the tears that trickled down Yohji's ear when his face brushed there. "Oh... it does!"

"Not much longer -- unzip my pants, Nagi..." Yohji's voice dropped lower, firmer now -- more an order than anything. He wanted to beat his cock into the boy's tight, hurting clench, wanted to feel the little body writhe and scream out.

The trembling feel of the zipper sliding down shivered through Yohji's cock as it sprang from the opening, hard, glistening already with clear, leaking liquid that was spread with no use of the hands, only Nagi's mind. "I don't know if I want to," came the tearfully reluctant whisper.

"You want to," he was told in a tenderly panted breath. "You *want* to, Baby. It'll feel good -- you need pleasure after that..." His hands gripped roughly at Nagi's bruised delicate cheeks, spreading him open wide for the head of Yohji's cock. A startled little sound broke past those lips, dancing over Yohji's cheekbone as he pushed the slender creature down, feeling the slickness left behind by others as he filled him to the depths of his tiny body, listening to hysterical little choked sounds, pleasure spilling up into him from the sheer eroticism of them. Now those tender globes were parted by more than fingers and pulling -- he was wedged deep into the slicked sticky heat, causing those same cries in Nagi as two other men before him had surely drawn from those delicate lips! "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"It hurts," Nagi whispered thinly, clutching at him, his entire body coming up off of the thick shaft and arching, glimmering streaks running down his pale face. "You're hurting me!!"

"I'm not hurting you, Baby." Yohji's voice was barely a drawl, pressing his cheek against one side of Nagi's tear-stained face. Beautiful, beautiful tears from the aching boy that clutched so tightly around him, moaning in an agony beyond the tall Weiss's grasp.

"I can't!" The words were sobbed, Nagi's head shaking back and forth as he trembled wildly, hands coming up to bury his face in their grasp, to hide the hysterical sound of those little burbles of noise breaking from him with such regularity. "OHHH!!!"

"You can, Baby." Yohji's breath was a ragged pant against the boy's hands and face now, as his thrusts started to jolt harder into the clenching of Nagi's frail form. "You pretty thing! Take it!"

They were down to the core of it, of Yohji's sensual lust, carnal need for the tiny creature riding his lap, and the soft, broken sounds of pain mingled with pleasure that washed over his ear in little bursts only made him harder, made him want it more. His own hands were bruising those delicate hips now, and the cries came louder, heartbroken little sounds of agony that spewed loose even though the boy's slender erection was rubbing against his belly, the tip slick, fairly jumping with each hard thrust that Yohji gave him. "Nooo..." Nagi sobbed softly. "Noo....!!"

"YESSS!" Loud, raucous shouts now, his hard hipbones bruising the boy's softer, delicate skin. He was going to mark the boy, fuck him so hard that he'd always be opened by Yohji's thick cock, and those two cocks that had come before. Now the boy would be a slut for it, wouldn't he? He'd like it and know he deserved it, and Yohji could always keep him and his tender ass to bruise...

Arms came tight around his neck, tears staining him, and he was close, so close, and the boy was clamping around him, body stiff, loud sounds in his ear of pain and no pleasure at all, seemingly, and that was all he needed to come and come, filling the boy as those legs clamped around him, the uniform pants caught between them no hindrance to either of them, his own limbs clutching the boy close, holding him tight as Yohji rode out the wave of orgasm, hot and almost boiling up out of him, so delicious was it. "UNH!"

"It hurts," Nagi sobbed in his ear, still hard. "You hurt me..."

"I'd never hurt you, Baby -- I made it all better," Yohji assured, fingers dancing down between them to grasp the boy's hard cock and rub his thumb over the weeping slit, then again, nail digging into the head. "You're better, you see."

Nagi was crying, though, sniffling back snot, and the sudden bright light that struck Yohji's face wasn't a good sign. "Move away from the child," came a grim voice, the sound of several people now out in the darkness. How had he missed them? God, he'd been so wrapped up in fucking his boy...

"Nagi!" That was the sound of the leader of Schwarz, and his face was frantic in the light as he came forward, pulling the sobbing teenager off of Yohji's lap and taking him into his own arms with little more than a vicious glare for the Weiss member. "Nagi!"

Those thin arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck as he was cradled close to the prescient's chest, sobs buried in the tall American's throat. "He hurt me!"

"Shhh, shh... ah, Nagi," Crawford soothed, stroking the back of the shaking boy's head.

"Officer, it isn't what it looks like!" Yohji cried out, even as he was lurched to his feet, and a disgusted looking male officer buttoned up his pants for him. "W-we're lovers, and it's a game..."

"Sure it is, mister," one of the policemen said grimly. "With the boy crying like that and bleeding!"

"We're going to have to ask him some questions," another said softly to Crawford as he held the sobbing boy.

"Can we do it at the hospital? I don't want him to feel any more pain than he's already in. Oh, my poor boy," Crawford fretted edgily -- better to get him away from the perpetrator, too, before he did something to the man who'd hurt his ward!

"I'll drive us there," another man said softly, stepping up. It was the mind reader's voice, edged just as much as Crawford's. "'Cause if we don't get out of here soon, I'll hurt that bastard!"

"Oh, God, I'm not a criminal!" Yohji cried out as he was cuffed.

"We'll just see about that when we get you to the station," the one who'd zipped Yohji's pants sniffed.

"But I didn't do anything *wrong*!!!!" Yohji's voice was a howl as the officer kneed him in the balls discretely, then dragged him off to he car.

Vaguely, Nagi realized that he was being shaken, a hand on his arm lightly nudging him towards wakefulness. "Hmmm?"

"We're almost home, and everything worked perfectly," Crawford told him in a special warm tone used only for his lovers.

"They found the record?" he asked sleepily, rubbing an eye. God, he ached all over! The Weiss man hadn't been gentle, and after Crawford had deliberately bruised him to help with the plan, it had been even less pleasant than Nagi had thought it would be. Still... anything was worth it to set things right.

/They'll heal up,/ Schuldig thought at him, making a smooth turn of the wheel.

"They found it. Half an hour, and he'll be taking it up the ass from a big, unhappy man who hates child molesters." Crawford's hands in his hair, stroking gently, was soothing to make up for the bruising.

"Hmmm." Oh, that was a happy thought, wasn't it? And it had been so easy to falsify his age as being twelve, really, it had, as easy as it had been to set up a criminal record of molestation so thoroughly disgusting that even Weiss's precious Kritiker couldn't get Kudo Yohji out of it! "Carry me in," he demanded sleepily, tilting his face up to kiss Crawford's jaw as the car came to a stop in the underground parking deck of their apartment building. "Don't want to walk."

"I can't blame you, dear, after *that*," Crawford murmured, kneeing open the door and sweeping Nagi up into his arms carefully. "It worked wonderfully. Farfarello is waiting upstairs already..."

"And probably anxious as hell," Schuldig chipped in.

Nagi yawned, arms wrapped around Crawford's neck. "Mmmhm," he agreed sleepily as they moved to the elevator, stepping inside and allowing it to sweep them up to the top level in silence before he spoke again. "Probably he's been playing with the sink again." Farfarello had a strange fascination with the disposal, but that only went to show, didn't it?

Sharp, spinning blades.... "Probably," Crawford snorted. "Get the door, Schuldig, and let us in."

The German moved ahead of him, smirking and saying, "This is such a blow to Weiss."

"Not as bad as the other one," Nagi said softly, yawning. Hmmm, at least he was already in pajamas bottoms and a t-shirt, since Schuldig had brought some in the car. It had been a relief to get out of the hospital gown he'd been given in the emergency room and into something of his own, really. "Let's go to bed," he murmured, laying his head on Crawford's shoulder.

"My... no, *our* pleasure," Crawford purred, carrying his boy into the bedroom that they shared -- where the bed was already occupied. "Now both of you are completely safe..."

With a sigh, Nagi curled up in the center of the bed, spooning himself against Omi's back, an arm lightly reaching around to hug his bruised and battered lover, a kiss landing on the back of the blond man's neck as Nagi listened to Crawford undress in the dark. "Yes," he whispered softly. "Everything will be all right, now."

"It will...?" Omi's voice was soft as he looked back at Nagi, while Crawford slid in behind the other Schwarz member on the bed. "'s good..."

"It will, my boys," Crawford said tenderly. No more bruises for either of them -- no more fear.

Still smiling slightly, Nagi felt Crawford's arms come around him, felt himself tugged close to that warm, lean body, and Omi with him, and he closed his eyes. Yes, things would be just fine, and they were both going to be right here -- right where they wanted to be.