The gun warrior shifted in his bed restlessly, half-asleep. Somewhere in the back of his mind the voice he preferred not to hear ever again was calling him.

...Ashley...

"...Go away..." He mumbled incoherently, blinking and then opening his green eyes. He saw only darkness.

...Ashley Winchester...

"Leave me alone..."

Ashley sat up, feeling weak. He raised his right hand and touched his face. For a moment his vision returned and he saw his dimly lit room in Valeria Château, but then the image flickered and he drifted back into the darkness. He felt dizzy and had to lie down again.

...Ashley? I know you can hear me...

The young man didn't reply. He drew the sheets over his head, wanting to sleep and forget the fact that the demon existed.

Ashley.

"Get the hell out of my head..." He hissed, losing his voice. Guardians, he sent a silent prayer in his mind. Let me sleep... Make him go away.

I'm not going away. I'm here, and you can't make me go away. Neither can the Guardians. But stop being so negative... You know the power I can give you...

Ashley tried to answer, but he couldn't whisper a word. His head felt like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer, and his stomach was obviously trying to crawl out of him. He curled up to a ball, shaking. The dizziness took over, and he couldn't move an inch without feeling horribly sick. Finally only one feeling remained - feeling of floating somewhere where it was both hot and cold at the same time.

...Blazer... Please... stop...

He tried to open his eyes, but it only made his head hurt more.

"Pl... please..."

I can help. Just... use my power. Let it take control.

The gun warrior shook his head, but then sighed.

It's no use... Whatever it is, it's making me too weak...

He closed his eyes, letting the sweet darkness take over.

The silver-haired Valeria was still probably working, and it would be no problem to get to his room and take care of him. He was a threat, after all - knew about him, most likely knew how to stop him and... Well, he was a Valeria. He had to be eliminated.

Blazer - or, as it looked to anyone who saw the young man walking on the corridors of the Château, Ashley - made his way to the end of the corridor. The guard, who was leaning against the wall, didn't bother to make a move when he stopped by the door leading to the quarters of Irving Vold Valeria.

"Evening, Ashley. Going to see Irving? Quite late for that, but..."

The young man smiled calmly. "Yes," he answered with a monotone voice. "Thought about something that should be considered during our next mission, so it's important that I talk to him as soon as possible. This might take a while. How about you go take a break? He's quite safe with me..."

The guard shrugged, stretching his arms. "Sure. I could use a break. I won't bother you two..."

"Good. Thank you." The gun warrior watched as the guard left, smiling evilly.

You're all mine now, Valeria...

Irving didn't glance up from his papers when someone opened the door. He just sighed, continuing his work.

"I though I said 'don't bother me'. What is it?"

He got no answer, so he finally raised his face and looked at the person who had entered his room. "Hmm. Ashley."

Irving frowned a bit, not feeling like talking to anyone. He placed the papers on the desk, his dark eyes studying the younger man. Ashley was wearing a T-shirt, simple pants and shoes.

Something, however, was wrong with the image. First, Irving couldn't remember when he'd seen Ashley walking around the Château wearing a T-shirt. Secondly... The way the young man was staring at him was just wrong. The grin on the gun warrior's face was somehow evil, and the look in the reddish eyes...

Red? Huh? But, Ashley's eyes are green...

He got up on his feet, reaching for his crutch. "Guard! I-!"

Irving wasn't allowed to continue. Strong hands picked him up, drew him over the desk and hurled him across the room to the bedroom, where he hit the wall.

"Argh..." He shook his head, hurting all over. "Ashley, what the hell are you doing?! Stop! That's an order..."

The younger man stopped in front of him and picked him up again.

"Valeria... I don't like that name, did you know?"

"What the..."

Ashley slapped the silver-haired man hard, then threw him on the bed. "All Valerias should die..."

"Blazer..." Irving mumbled under his breath, trying to crawl over the bed to the other side. How the demon had taken control of Ashley like that... He had no idea. He also could only guess where the real Ashley - or, his mind - was now, but one thing was obvious. The demon wanted him dead.

"You're a smart one, Valeria..." Ashley - or Blazer, impersonating Ashley - said, grabbing the older man by the silvery hair.

"Gah... You... Let go!"

"You can't control me, Valeria. You will die... Soon." The red eyes studied the slender form lying on the bed. One hand went for Irving's neck, strong fingers winding around the man's throat.

Irving grabbed the hand, trying to free himself with no success. Breathing was becoming difficult as the younger man's fingers strangled him with a power that wasn't human.

"...G..ga... As..h..."

"It'll be over soon. As for that pathetic being whose body I'm trapped in... He'll cease to exist soon, and then I can finally return..."

Irving tried to kick the other man, anything to get him off of him and to get that hand off of his throat. His vision turned into a blurry mess, and he gasped, desperately and powerlessly trying to fight.

"...A...sh...l... ...ey..."

For a moment, it looked like his helpless plea had worked. The younger man let go of the silver hair, raising his hand to his face and blinking for a couple of times. The strong hold on the older man's throat eased a bit, and Irving fell on the bed, gasping and panting.

Then the cruel grin returned, and the gun warrior turned back to the silver-haired man.

"Nice try... But he can't win. He's gone..."

"Ashley... Don't... let him win. Fight, damn it... Ashley...!"

Two hands grabbed Irving's neck, raising him from the bed for a bit. "Don't try. He won't hear you... So let's finish this, shall we..."

"Ashley!!"

The gun warrior slapped the other man hard, glaring at him evilly. He proceeded to strangle the older man again, but Irving fought back with all he had, kicking and beating the other with his fists.

"That's annoying, you know. Maybe I'll have to tie you down..."

"Why you..."

The strong hands left the older man's neck, and with one move, ripped open the nobleman's coat. Irving cried out when the rest of his clothes followed after another powerful move, baring his upper body.

The demon in Ashley's form ripped the garments off, throwing them off the bed. He stopped shortly, red eyes wandering on the older man's white skin, then the boots and black pants soon followed.

Irving writhed under the other man, not caring for the fact that he'd just been stripped naked. He had to get away before the demon could kill him. He reached for the nightstand for anything he could use as a weapon, and found a book. He grabbed it, but before he had the chance to hit the younger man with it, his wrist was captured by those powerful fingers and he was forced to drop the book.

"Stop resisting fate, Valeria. You will die tonight... After..." The red eyes scanned the slender body with a primal hunger. "After I make you stop that useless fighting..."

"What...?"

The noble was silenced as the other's lips covered his and Ashley's tongue forced its way into his mouth. He tried to bite, but suddenly had trouble breathing again and fell powerless.

Irving's eyes widened as a hand sneaked down to his crotch. "Mmmmh!!"

"What?" The other broke the kiss for a moment, face close to the silver-haired man's.

"You... Get off me, you sick creature!"

Ashley laughed; his laugh had an evil tone, and certainly didn't sound too much like the gun warrior's normal voice.

"Just you wish, Valeria... I'll still kill you, don't worry. I just decided to make you wish I'd kill you already..."

Irving stared at the red eyes, gaze filled with anger. He did his best to keep his fear from showing, but by now, he was close to losing control. The younger man had an inhuman strength, leaving him no way to defend himself, and now...

Good Guardians, he... He's going to rape me!

He tried to call for help again, but the other's lips covered his mouth again. He tried to bite the invading tongue, but the gun warrior didn't seem to care and just continued the brutal kiss. Strong fingers on the silver-haired man's crotch found their target and wrapped around the older man's member.

Guardians, no!

The young nobleman felt himself flushing all over, and concentrated all his power on trying to push the young man off him. His efforts were in vain - the demon's power in Ashley made it easy for the other to keep the silver-haired man down with only one hand.

Irving clenched his eyes shut, giving up the hopeless fight for now. He had to stop to gather more strength, and maybe then, just maybe he'd be able to get away from the demon in Ashley's body.

He breathed slowly, trying to ignore the forceful kiss and the hand working on his sex - until he suddenly realized it was impossible. His member was turning erect in the other's touch, and he caught himself just in time before pressing against the hand that was stroking his member.

No!

The voice that didn't sound like Ashley's snickered as the nobleman opened his eyes, staring at the younger man in disbelief. Irving wanted to scream or fight - anything to get that hand away - but all he could do was to grab the bed sheets and press his back against the covers, straining his body.

I will not give myself to... THAT... Never...

"Resisting again, I see, Valeria... But for different reasons..." The grin on Ashley's face made him look insane. "But! We'll see about that..."

Irving took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on thinking something. Anything - just something that would get his thoughts away from that mortifying hand that was playing on his member. He relaxed for a moment, trying to control his senses, but suddenly the younger man's other hand moved to his chest and captured one nipple.

"Ah...!"

The silver-haired man shook his head, the movement making his hair spread all over the sheets. The demon snickered again, then forced Irving's legs apart and sat between them. The nobleman struggled a bit, but then the hand left his member, only to be replaced by those hungry lips.

"Aaah! N-no! Stop! A-Ashley! Nooo!! Nn...nhh... No!"

The gun warrior ignored him. The fingers on the older man's chest played with the puckered nipple, and he suckled on the hard member, taking it deep into his mouth. The silver-haired man's voice was turning pitiful, but he kept calling for Ashley between the gasps.

"Nn... Ash... ley... No... Ah... A..." Irving wanted to slap his hand over his mouth, for that pathetic voice didn't sound like his, and he didn't want to hear himself moaning like that. But, by now, he'd realized there was no escape. He could not get away since the other was stronger, and even if he'd managed to get off the bed, then what? His crutch was in the other room.

No... Guardians, my only chance is to get Ashley back. He's still there - he has to be... He reacted earlier... Ashley, please hear me...

"...Ashley... Aaaah! Ashley!!"

The other seemed a bit annoyed all of the sudden. "Stop calling for that loser... He's gone, Valeria..."

The demon reached for the nightstand, picking up a bottle of hand lotion. He rubbed some on his hands, grinning evilly. "Ah well, you won't be calling anyone soon..."

Irving cried out as the pain flared through him when two fingers sneaked between his buttocks, searching for the small opening and then pressed in. He squirmed, trying to get away, but the fingers pressed deeper, and the pain was making him want to lose consciousness.

"Aa... no... no... Ashley... No..."

He closed his eyes, trying to find any position where it wouldn't hurt. The warm lips enveloped his member again, and the younger man's free hand wandered on his body, caressing softly.

Then, the fingers inside him brushed over something inside him, and he arched off the bed, kicking the sheets weakly. He opened his eyes, but the world was turning blurry again.

"You like it now, Valeria? Good... There's more..."

Irving didn't hear what the demon was saying anymore. The fingers hit the weak spot again, and he writhed on the bed, weak mews escaping his lips.

"Ah... ahn... Ash... aah..."

A moment later the finger left him, and he fell powerless, hands clutching the sheets weakly. He heard a soft rustling sound of clothes being cast off; then the younger man was on top of him again, and something bigger than the fingers was pressing against his opening.

"No... no... Ashley...!"

He raised his right hand and grabbed the other's dark hair, but it did nothing to prevent the flare of pain that followed as the hard length was pressed inside him. The demon was snickering again, red eyes staring at the nobleman's pale face.

"It'll be over soon... And then you don't have to worry about it anymore..."

"Nooooo!! Aaah... Ah... Ashley! Ashley....!!"

Irving pulled the younger man's hair weakly, unconsciously wrapping his leg around Ashley. He arched his back, desperately trying to keep his mind concentrated on his task. The gun warrior found a smooth rhythm, pressing deep into him.

"Ashley... Ashley... Ashley...!!"

The younger man strained, then stopped the thrusting. The red eyes glared at the noble's, filled with hate.

"Stop... calling him... Now..."

"Ashley, please... Ashley..."

The demon was about to answer something, but then, the red color started to fade from the young man's eyes, and the normal green color slowly returned. Once the red flashed back and the furious insanity reflected from the gun warrior's face, but then it was gone, and Ashley fell on the older man, panting from exhaustion.

Irving took a deep breath, allowing himself to smile a bit. He loosened his grip from the younger man's hair, stroking the dark hair gently.

"...Welcome back, Ashley..."

The younger man shook a bit, clinging to the noble. "...What... happened? I... the demon... he..."

"He took over, somehow. Calm down... It's over. And it won't happen again... I know a few ways to keep him away, and Marivel can help, too..."

Ashley let himself relax. "But... I... Guardians... I tried to kill you...?"

"Forget about that for now..."

The gun warrior's eyes widened, and he lifted himself away from the silver-haired man for a bit. "I... Oh, Guardians! I... I'm...!"

Irving sighed, closing his eyes. "Yes, you're kinda screwing me. And I swear by the Guardians, Ashley Winchester, if you don't finish this now, I will kill you with my bare hands..."

"Finish? I..." The young man moved to leave, but soon found himself trapped as Irving was holding him with his healthy leg.

"Finish, for Guardians sake!"

"But I'm... I'm not..." The gun warrior blinked, then slowly started to really realize his situation. He was between the nobleman's legs, and felt something tight around his member. His lower body burned with need for something.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"Be sorry later!" The silver-haired man hissed, gently nudging his body against the younger man's. "Just... Please... Ashley."

The younger man nodded carefully, not knowing what else to do. His body needed something, and right now, there was only one way to get what he needed. He pressed into the older man cautiously, certain that he was hurting the noble.

Irving relaxed, hating himself for the fact that he needed this so much. But now that his life wasn't threatened anymore, he wanted to get over with this. His body was sore after the abuse, but he needed the climax. He dug his nails into the gun warrior's shoulders, drawing the young man as close as their position allowed. His erect member was rubbing against the other man's lower abdomen, and it was driving him crazy.

"Ashley... nnh... Please..."

The dark-haired man didn't need more encouragement. He didn't know for sure what the demon had wanted, but it didn't matter now. With a need that was making him insane, he thrust into the older man, ignoring the slight pain on his shoulders.

Irving sighed contently, clinging to the younger man and letting the gun warrior rock him.

"Ashley... Guardians... Ash... ley..." He murmured, letting go of the control he'd tried to keep so hard earlier. That was all his tortured body needed, and he released, drenching their lower bodies.

The gun warrior was just as close, and thrust hard a few more times, hurting the older man a bit, but they were both too lost in the bliss to notice. Ashley came a moment after the noble, then fell on top of him, fainted.

When he woke up it wasn't dark anymore. He shook his head, trying to comprehend what had happened during the night.

"Good morning," someone said from his side.

"What... where... oh, Guardians..." Ashley buried his face into his hands. "What did I do? I... I'm not... I don't like men!"

Irving smiled sadly. "I don't, either. So forget it. Sleeping with me once doesn't make you gay. Or me."

The younger man shook his head some more. "Blazer..."

"Don't worry about him. I talked to Marivel earlier and she did something... It won't happen again."

Ashley let his head fall back against the pillows. "It still scares me... Him getting control like that."

The older man stroked his hair gently. "Don't worry about it. He's back where he belongs for now. The nurses said you need to rest for a few days, though, so I'm postponing the next mission... And Marivel suggested that you avoid accessing for now until she gets something from her place. "

The gun warrior nodded weakly, closing his eyes. He sighed, letting Irving caress his hair.

The noble waited until the younger man had fallen asleep, then just stayed there next to him, stroking the dark hair lazily.

"It's about control, Ashley..."

He smiled to himself, then shook his head when the events of the previous night returned to his mind.

"Control."

Author's notes:

PWPs = good. Well, er, if something that's seven pages can be called a PWP. Since I have a lame storyline again, not a real PWP.

This time the evil idea mention goes to silver. We were talking about something over email, and she made a few evil comments concerning Blazer... So I just had to write this.

- Lady Harken (May, 2002)