[DISCLAIMERS] : Weiss owns us. *get bricked* Damn. Can't we just say something without getting hit for a change?
[AUTHORS] : Yoippari & Phenocrystian
[WARNINGS]
Pheno : *monotone* Someone gets fucked.
Yoippari : *solemn* One of the two gets fucked.
Yoji : *wide-eyed* Who gets fucked? Is it me? *checks his rear in the mirror* Do I look okay? Should I change into something more…
Schuldich : *shoves Yoji aside* I get to…
Ken : *fwap* Shut the fuck up.
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Ken spun around at the sound of that voice, fingers automatically curling into a fist around bugnuks that weren't there.
"Omae!" he hissed.
Schuldich's hands clamped tight around Ken's raised wrists. He tugged the firm athletic body of the dark haired youth close. "Ja."
Schuldich's mouth closed hotly on Ken's. Gnawed on clenched lips and licked at the corners of his mouth, coaxing for an entrance. Ken wrenched away and spat contemptuously.
The German's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Tsk... tsk. None of that now, Weiss. I know what you were thinking a minute ago," he raised his voice to be heard above the pounding beat.
Ken's eyes narrowed in a challenge. I dare you. I dare you to say it.
The music abruptly changed and Ken was shoved roughly from behind. He flailed and stumbled only to find Schuldich's hands gripping like a vise around his shoulders. Holding him tightly, pulling him close.
"You were thinking how nice a quick, anonymous fuck would be right now," Schuldich whispered, pressing his mouth against Ken's ear. Schuldich rubbed his long lean body against Ken's. "And frankly, so was I."
Ken twisted his head away, eyes blazing, even as Schuldich's grip on his shoulders tightened painfully. A kiss on his cheek. A nibble on his ear.
"Fuck off!" Ken shouted angrily as he shoved Schuldich away, his voice rough from the smoke, too loud because of the alcohol. He pushed his way through the crowd. He was tired of this. Tired of the noise, the smells, the lights.
Schuldich was two steps behind him.
Ken took a wrong turn and found himself heading towards a dark corner instead of the exit. "Shit!" he cursed. He spun around and plowed into the tall German.
Schuldich's hands were in his pockets. A smile played about his lips. Ken involuntarily stepped back, instantly wary.
"I've been watching you all night, Weiss."
Ken sighed and set his jaw.
"I want you."
Ken's back teeth ground together in impatience.
"Let's play."
Ken pushed past Schuldich, not even dignifying the assassin with a response. It was all mind games with this guy. He knew that. Schuldich was just trying to get under his skin. Fuck with his head.
He heard the soft laughter behind him. "Close, Weiss."
"What?!" Ken snarled angrily. He whirled and faced the irritating redhead.
Schuldich chuckled again.
God, he was annoying.
"You're close, Ken-ken," Schuldich sauntered over to Ken, closing the distance between them once more. "But I want to fuck all of you, not just your head." His hand slowly left his pocket and scratched a finger along the zipper of Ken's jeans. Ken flinched. Schuldich laughed yet again.
"Come on, Ken-ken…" Schuldich said in an innocuous tone. "I'm gonna make you feel so good…"
"No," Ken growled. "That will never happen. Never."
Ken spun and fought tooth and nail through the crowd again. This was too much. He spotted the bar off to his left and made a beeline across the club.
He downed three shots, straight, consecutively, without a second thought. He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth and leaned against the bar. Rested his forehead against the heel of his hand. Where the hell was Yoji?
He desperately wanted out.
Ken scanned the club. No sign of the willowy blonde.
No sign of the annoying redhead either.
Not that he was looking.
Ken ordered another shot and a chaser. He swallowed both in quick succession before tossing the bartender a hefty tip and wending his way out of the club. He was well on his path to "drunk" now. He knew it. Could feel the alcohol blurring his thoughts, burning away reality from his brain.
It was good.
It was all good.
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally spotted the gleaming red bastion of escape – EXIT. He pushed open the heavy door and stumbled into the cool night air. "Thank god," he sighed as he collapsed against the wall. He leaned his back against the cool bricks and took in his surroundings.
"Shit," he swore.
He was in the fucking alley. He scrambled frantically for the door handle but his fingers closed around empty air. There was no knob on this side.
"Goddamit."
Ken turned and leaned his temple against the brick wall. "This sucks," he muttered thickly. He didn't belong here. Not just in the alley, but here. In this part of town. In this club. His head spun. He'd had way too much to drink, way too fast.
What had he been thinking?
"You were thinking of me," a voice purred in his ear.
Ken didn't bother to turn around this time. He knew who it was.
"Mmm… that's better." Schuldich trailed a moist path down his earlobe with a tongue as his warm hands snaked around Ken's cool body. "I don't know why you bother to fight it. We both know what you want."
Ken pressed his hands against the wall and spread his fingers as a wave of hot lust pulsed through his spine and pooled in his stomach. Schuldich's hands slid across his chest, his abdomen. A palm reached down, flattening snugly against his crotch and caressing with a very pleasurable effect. "Just let it happen."
A kiss against his neck. A hand in his hair. Gentle. Oh so gentle. Fingers combing through sweaty locks, a brush of fingertips against his ear down the side of his neck. Ken's eyes drifted shut.
"Good…" Schuldich breathed against the side of his throat. "So good, you'll see…" Hot lips traced a wet line down his collarbone. Parted. A moist tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive skin. Ken shuddered at the feel of hands on his knees, climbing the back of his thighs. "Won't hurt at all…"
Quick hands worked at his jeans. As soon as the cool air hit his hips, though, Ken was jerked back to his senses. As much as he could come to his senses in his current inebriated state anyway.
"No," he hissed. "No."
Schuldich was caught off guard. Ken's thoughts at the present were disorienting, scrambled, alcohol-soaked nonsense, leaving Schuldich completely unprepared for his prey's sudden reactions.
Ken turned, grabbing Schuldich and slamming him up against the wall. "No," he repeated hoarsely. "I told you. That will never happen."
Ken's forearm was pressed tightly against Schuldich's throat, pinning him to the wall. He stared into those calm, calculating eyes without fear. Until he saw the change. The flicker of acknowledgement. The slight smile painting those goddamn luxurious lips.
Panic gripped Ken and he pressed harder, not caring if he crushed the German's windpipe. Hell, he'd be doing the world a favor. But the grin merely widened. Mocking green eyes laughed at him with deep amusement.
"Okay," Schuldich whispered. "We'll do it your way." His hands pushed Ken's jeans off his thighs and expertly worked Ken through his boxers without bothering to tease. Ken jerked backwards, nearly losing his balance.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted at the German. His words were slurred, he knew. He hoped Schuldich hadn't noticed. If he hadn't been so drunk, he would have remembered Schuldich could see right into his little pea brain and dissect his intoxicated thoughts easily. He stooped and reached for his clothes with a blind arm.
Schuldich sighed in exasperation. "Must you make everything so difficult, Ken-ken?" he chided as if he was a mother scolding a stubborn child.
Ken's eyes narrowed and he lunged at the German. Slammed Schuldich against the wall again, half-tripping. "Don't call me that!" he screamed in the German's face. His body was pressed full against the long lean lines of Schuldich's. Before he could fully register their positions, Schuldich's mouth was on his. Licking, sucking, kissing, biting. He felt fingers crawling down his back, sliding down, curving around his ass, pulling him up hard against the taller man's hard erection.
Schuldich ground himself against Ken, purring into his mouth like a satisfied cat as he devoured the youth. Ken wasn't responding. But he wasn't exactly fighting, either. Schuldich skipped through Ken's jumbled thoughts with almost gleeful delight, sifting through the turmoil, the struggle – stark, sensible reason waging war over raging, hungry desire.
Heh. Schuldich laughed to himself.
Desire was winning.
Ken's hands bit into Schuldich's biceps, squeezing painfully as his body came alive. Schuldich could feel the younger man trying to push his conscience aside, forcing reason out of his mind before the ramifications of his actions fully settled into his consciousness.
Ken's mouth was hot, angry, urgent. Like his thoughts. His kiss was not gentle. Schuldich tasted blood immediately. Ken's teeth were dangerous; they sliced through his lip, scraped along his tongue, grazed the inside of his cheek.
Schuldich groaned at the sudden burst of violent enthusiasm. His hands released Ken and dragged at his own clothing, pulling it away in systematic movements. He winced as he twisted out of his shirt. His ribs were still sore from his last tangle with the little kitty. Rough hands kneaded Schuldich's ass and his animalistic sounds became louder against Ken's mouth.
Ken pulled back.
Schuldich was slowly stroking himself, green feline eyes fixed on Ken's. Ken growled, a mixture of fury and lust. He seized Schuldich by the shoulders, spinning him around.
"Wait..." Schuldich hissed. He reached down, fished something out of the pocket of the tailored pants crumpled in a heap at his feet. He handed Ken a condom and a small tube of lubricant.
Even completely smashed, Ken thought this odd. He gaped at the two objects in his hand, dumbfounded. Schuldich could almost see the wheels turning, sloshing through the muck in the brunette's brain. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Don't think about it. Just use them," he said, slight annoyance creeping into his voice.
Ken was in no condition to argue.
Schuldich felt slippery cool fingers push against him. No. Nothing gentle about this. He shifted, widening his stance, bracing his palms against the wall. He gritted his teeth as Ken shoved a digit deep inside. Another. Then another. "Shiest," he hissed through clenched teeth as he felt the sharp twist of fingers within before Ken's hand pulled away.
Ken's teeth sank into Schuldich's shoulder even as he began to push his cock slowly into that desirable body beneath his hands. He heard the harsh gasp, felt muscles tense, but he didn't stop. Didn't stop until he was deep, deep inside. He felt the soft swipe of hair across his cheek as Schuldich tossed his head back, the German's breathing coming in quick unsteady pants.
He finally released the unbearable pressure on Schuldich's shoulder as he slowly withdrew. Schuldich cried out as Ken rammed into him again. Harder. Faster. His hands moved down but Ken stopped him, covering Schuldich's palms to the wall as he slammed into him, keeping the taller man's hands at 10 and 2.
Schuldich's hips pushed back against Ken, and he uttered a low growl of frustration. Goddamn it. This wasn't fair. He couldn't even jack off. And the bricks fucking hurt. He cursed a blue streak in German, knowing full well the Weiss pawn couldn't understand him.
Sometimes he really wished he was telekinetic instead of telepathic.
Ken's breath was hot in his ear. Warm gusts tainted with just the softest moans of lust. Ken's hips rocked against him in time to the pulsing beat emanating through the walls, the pounding rhythm set by the angry music inside.
Ah but Jesus. The feel of that body against him, that thick cock penetrating his ass, those delicious sounds of pleasure filling the night. Schuldich slipped inside Ken's mind. Ah fuck. The blinding quest for release. The sensual pleasure building inside systematically, layer upon layer, stroke upon stroke. The shivers deep inside. Oh God. It was worth it.
He felt it. Even as Ken was clawing his way to it, Schuldich felt it building deep inside. Inside himself. Jesus Christ. Ken's nails dug into his hands. Ken's hard cock pumped into him. Ken hips jerked against him. Ken's teeth sunk into his flesh, bruising him. And he felt it. Inside Ken. Inside himself.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Release.
Ken pumped into him with a final convulsive thrust, a harsh cry ripped from his throat. And the orgasm ripped through Schuldich's mind. Jesus Christ. Did the kitten have no mental defenses? Schuldich staggered under the onslaught, Ken's sheer overwhelming physical gratification tearing through his senses.
Ken collapsed against Schuldich, leaning all his weight against the taller man. A small alteration in their positions, a simple shifting of his weight, one brush against the wall, and Schuldich was pushed over the edge. He gasped, his forehead pressed firmly against the wall, fingers clawing at the mortar as he came.
"Schiest," he whispered again.
:+: OUTTAKES :+:
Yoippari : So… Schu gets fucked.
Pheno : Yes he does.
Schuldich : *nasal whine* Can we talk about something else other than fucking?
Yoippari & Pheno : *exchange a look*
Yoippari : How do you feel about bondage?
Schuldich : *hides between Yoji's legs*
Yoippari : *brings out a leather collar and leash * Don't be scared. We'll be very, very gentle.
Pheno : *pokes with spiked whip* Come on. We're puritans, ne?
Everyone : *turns and looks meaningfully at a bound and gagged Ken in chocolate syrup stashed away in her dresser*
Aya : ASH! SHI-NE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pheno : Oops. - -; *switches topic* A few chapters later we have semi non-con…
Yoippari : *fwap* Don't spill the beans, baka!
Pheno : Hn… judging by the rate we're going, Takatori will probably get his turn too. With Aya.
Aya : *yanks katana out of his ass* ASH!
SHI-NE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
p.s. By the way. My request. Not Yoippari's idea, mind you. I'm the nasty one. No new chapter until 20 reviews are up. Don't worry. We'll make it worthwhile… so please? R & R?