Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter VII ( Chapter 7 )

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Series: Inu-Yasha / Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: Schu x Yohji, Farf x Nagi, Ran x Omi, Brad x Ken
Summary: On a mission Ken and Brad have an accident
Contents: Yaoi Shonen ai Weird Angst Lemon! ... that's about it now...
Spoilers: Umm...everything?
Status: Incomplete

The last part should have been the lemon (6/9) heheh! o.O

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Sooner or Later 7
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"Yo!" Yohji smiled, greeting Schuldich for their nightly rounds.

"Yo," he returned halfheartedly.

"Eh? What's with you?"

"I tried to contact Brad mentally and I can't even find a trace! And not only that but your little brat just let it slip to Aya that you were coming to see me! And Nagi and Farf won't stop fucking! And I'm *so* damn horny!"

"Did you even take a breath at all?" Yohji asked skeptically.

"No."

"Well, I think that I can help you relieve some of your tension." His smirk rivaled Schuldich's absent one.

"If you insist…" the German's smirk returned.

"And I do."

~*~

Ken yelped loudly as he slipped, which was quickly followed by a large splash.

"Ken?" Crawford moved to where he thought that Ken had gone under the water. He plunged his hand in and pulled him out by the first thing he could grab: his tail.

Ken surfaced, sputtering and coughing and then realized that he was not under water but being held up by Crawford; he blushed while sputtering and coughing.

Crawford set him down and asked if he was all right.

"It depends on your definition of 'ok'. If you mean, am I ok with my enemy saving me from drowning naked, no."

"Then you would rather drown?"

"Don't sound so smug!" Ken shouted. "Now I'll get some disease… like gonorrhea!"

"…. You can't get gonorrhea from water…" Crawford coughed; that almost did him in. Ken was waist deep in water, flushed with anger and the heat from the spring, panting slightly from his near-drowning experience and lit up nicely by the full moon. Hell, that *did* do him in.

Quickly, he turned around before Ken could notice his body's reaction; Crawford, being taller had the disadvantage of not having his lower body completely submerged.

"Don't ignore me!"

"I think you misunderstand me," Crawford said flatly.

"No! You're ignoring me!"

The American glared into the distance. "You're not good at reading people, are you?"

"Take that back," he hissed. "You know nothing!"

"I do know one thing…"

Ken snorted.

"You talk *way* too much."

"What - "

Crawford wheeled around and kissed Ken soundly on the lips and this time there was nothing innocent about it; he pried apart the lips below his, gnawing at them.

Suddenly, Crawford's mouth was gone from Ken's as he nibbled at a corner.

Ken could only pant as if he was in heat - which he was - as dollops of lust burned through his veins, eventually settling in his groin.

Crawford could *not* have this effect on him! He was an enemy, damn it! No matter how sexy and hot and sexy and talented with his mouth… and sexy.

"Nm!" Ken groaned as Crawford cupped his balls lightly.

"What was that, my demon kitty?" he whispered huskily. "Do you enjoy this?" He pressed his hand harder against Ken's testicles.

"Y-you bastard!"

"I know," he gave a cocky smile that looked like it belonged on Schuldich and rather absurd on Crawford, even though it did make him look even more sexy to Ken.

"Bastard," Ken repeated.

"I can stop if you want," Crawford offered, removing all forms of contact from Ken's body.

"Double bastard!"

"So you want me to continue?"

"Stop being so damn smug! If you stop again, I will kill you!"

"Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Promise! And if you ask another question, I'll kill you and that's a promise as well!"

"You really *do* talk too much."

"You - "

Crawford pressed his body tightly against Ken's, his pulsing arousal hard against the latter's toned stomach.

"Crawford!" Ken gasped. "How far are you going with this?"

"As far as you want," he replied between licks on Ken's neck.

"Have you ever done this before? With a guy, I mean."

"Hn."

"Crawford," Ken took the man's head in his hands, forcing them to look eye-to-eye. "Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?"

"Yes."

"Good then," Ken smirked, "no more talking."

~*~

Schuldich fell on his ass with a loud thump.

"Juu?" Yohji peered over the side of the couch. "Why are you on the floor?"

"I was finally able to get a hold of Brad's mind."

"During this? Couldn't you pick a more opportune time? I mean, sometime when you're not fucking me?"

"Believe me, I didn't *try* to locate his mind *now*."

"You mean he found you?"

"Not intentionally," he answered dryly. "Believe me, not intentionally."

"So? How did he get you?"

"He didn't try."

"What did he think?"

"He thought…. something along the lines of: 'You haven't seen nothing yet, Kenken. When I'm done with you, you won't know which way is up and won't care.'"

"Say what?"

"Either he's having a very explicit wet dream or he *really* is screwing your friend."

"Well, we might as well follow their example, ne?"

"We were doing that anyway."

~*~

Ken met Crawford halfway for a rather sloppy yet passionate kiss. Their hands roamed over the flat plains of the others' sensitive body.

"How are we going to manage this?" Ken breathed.

"This from the one who said no more talking," Crawford muttered around Ken's pointed ears as Ken's tail wrapped possessively around Crawford's pert ass, tickling the soft globes.

"So how…?" Ken pressed.

"Let me handle everything," he growled.

"Already done - "

"No more talking! Now I'm going to make you *scream*."

Ken purred in delight, his skin was humming with sensation and anticipation and all because of the way Crawford had said the word 'scream'.

Crawford spread his legs apart so that he was now Ken's height and pressed himself against him, leaving no room for air or water. Their cocks ground together with a delicious friction as their mouths mimicked the same grinding motion, leaving lips bruised and swollen.

"Crawford!" Ken spoke urgently through clenched teeth. "Stop teasing!"

"I want to make this last," he explained breathlessly.

"I want to come! So hurry up and get your oversized dick in my ass!" Ken grasped at Crawford's shoulders and squeezed tightly, nails biting into his skin.

"You just kill romance, don't you?" He moved his pelvis in small circles.

"How can you be so damn calm? I - ah! - I just want you to fuck me!" Ken's skin was practically crawling with both want and need in heat - blame that on the full moon. (1)

"Patience, my kitty."

"Fine! Two can play at this game!" Ken snarled. His cry was that of a mountain lion on the hunt. (2) He bent his head to Crawford's neck and lapped at it, bathing it with his tongue and purring contently.

Crawford jumped at Ken's new battle tactic, unintentionally denying the brunette access to his neck.

Ken made a small distressed click in the back of his throat.

He looked up at the elder man with a pout. "You don't play fair, cheater."

"I never said that I did," he panted.

"Finally I've winded you!" //His neck is sensitive, but I can't reach it! Damn it!// He did, however, settle for bathing the pale chest, suckling on a partially erect nipple.

Crawford opened his mouth to protest, but only a straggled moan came forth.

"Got ya!" Ken said nipping and licking at Crawford's taut pectorals.

"Nuhn!" he groaned as Ken's mouth traveled down his torso. His hands dug into the brunette locks, urging Ken's hot mouth down to where he wanted it to be.

Ken stopped just above Crawford's need and shook his head, disobeying Crawford's lust. "Not without me," he blew into the slit of the swollen erection he was faced with.

"Ah…Aa!!"

Ken smirked and standing up straight, offered himself as if a pagan sacrifice.

Crawford wasted no time in moving his hand from soaked hair to between submerged thighs, teasing until he could find the opening he was looking for.

"Enough!" Ken growled pressing his lips against Crawford's, sucking.

Snaking his arms around Crawford's neck, Ken jumped up, hoping that the former would read his motives. Under a stroke of luck, Crawford understood and shoved himself roughly into Ken at a difficult angle, already lubricated by the spring. Ken wound his legs around Crawford's narrow waist as his tail ran along the junction of the American's legs.

Ken's body lurched at the intrusion. He leaned backwards until the top of his head touched the water's surface, his hair swaying in the underwater current that the two men created.

Crawford regained enough composure to wait for Ken to adjust before he bucked his hips upward.

Ken quickly regained his wits as he pulled himself up and then allowed himself to fall back down, his butt slapping against the water; it was a good thing that Crawford had great upper arm strength.

The pattern repeated itself; Ken pushed up against Crawford's broad shoulders then pushed himself down.

At this strange angle, Crawford was able to hit Ken's prostate with every thrust, causing white lights to explode behind his eyes. Along with hitting his g-spot, Ken's erection grated against Crawford's abdominal muscles, bringing him to a place between ultimate arousal and climax .

Pent up lust came through in it's most primitive form; bodies collided together until a mutual goal was reached.

Ken cried out as he spurted his semen onto both chiseled stomachs and Crawford's release quickly followed Ken's.

With a sated sigh, Ken's hands unwound from the hair on Crawford's nape, where he hadn't even realized he had tangled them. He fell limply into the water and Crawford needed to save him again.

"I would have drowned! I'm such a klutz, tripping over myself twice now," he mumbled, throwing the taller man a sleepy smile. "Domo…"

Crawford's mouth twitched into what could pass as a smirk as he scrubbed both Ken and himself free of sweat and semen, effectively not seductively. "Are you up for sleeping in the air?"

"Mm-hmm…"

Seeing that Ken was in danger of falling asleep, Crawford carried the boy out of the water to where their clothes lay.

Tonight he would take the first watch.

~*~

"Juu! I don't *want* to die *that* way!" Yohji argued pointedly. "If you have warned me about Omi, then he would never have told Aya!"

"You have to return sooner or later, whether you want to or not."

"You're *still* mad at me for standing you up, aren't you?" Yohji asked incredulously.

"Not after those rounds!" Schuldich whistled.

"Good, because when I die, you won't get that anymore," he stated very matter-of-factly.

"Can always find another."

"Oi!"

Schuldich landed on the floor again, this time with the help of Yohji's foot.

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1. Ok, I think this needs to be explained, but then ya never know so I'm doin' this anyway, k? Ok, Inu-Yasha turns human during the new moon, so applying this to Ken, the demon would be the most demon during the full moon and therefore be overflowing with lust that can be controlled as a human.

2. I don't think that there are many mountain lions in Japan (ok, none at all), but when one is chasing deer just outside one's window it is kinda hard to forget the battle cry.

Gomen, minna! I can't write lemons! ><;;;;;;

Two of my friends stole this from me while I was working on it and wrote an interesting li'l tidbit. Mira:

"He clutched the demonic temper's mannish thigh and thrust himself into the warm bath of elliptical enlightenment.

Suddenly Sobhi, the 5-inch lizard demon popped up and squealed like a little girl. He pulled on his pigtails and transformed himself into a cabana pool boy. Then he grabbed Ken's penis to get his attention and said, 'Do you remember our torrid night?'

'I still have not fully healed. I have not been able to perform fully up to par.'

'I brought the 2x4,' Sobhi said coyly.

'Hey! I'm the only one around here allowed to share my wood with Ken!' Crawford hissed toward the surfing god."

I have the weirdest friends… *sigh*