Title: Bitter
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Aya/Yohji
Rating: NC17 for implications…though really, it's not that bad.
Note: I suppose you could also put Schuldig/Crawford in this..but I can't believe that Schuldig wouldn't be able to identify a feeling. The man is a TELEPATH for crying out loud.
Bitter, you've decided. Bitter is what That Feeling feels like. Bitter is what That Feeling tastes like. You wait for it to come, because you haven't decided whether you like That Feeling or not, but right now, you can't get enough of what That Feeling could be. He smiles down at you as he thrusts one last time. Your mouth is open, your voice box lets loose a carnal sound of pleasure, and it's over. He gave this to you, and you are ever grateful, and as he groans and glances over at you, that sated look on his face, you feel delighted that you've pleased him. You think that maybe he'll stay this time. Maybe he's learned to care for you the way you tried desperately not to care for him, but he gets up. He gets up from the bed, naked as the day he was born, and you hate it, but you can't help but admire his form as the light from the streetlight outside makes its way inside and casts itself over his body as he bends to retrieve his pants and pull them on. Here's That Feeling again, and you can almost name it …until you realize you have no idea what bitter itself is, or what bitter tastes like.