Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A conventional pattern ❯ Chapter 1

Name: A conventional pattern
Author: Tenki
Translator: Incurable
Original: http://www.diary.ru/~tenki/p5910250.htm Author`s permisson is given. 
Translation from Russian.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP.
Pairing: Weiss
Warning: Multiple Partners.
It’s a kind of meaningless porno. You are warned, no claims.

Disclaimer: I do not own neither this anime, nor the characters from it.

Reviews are welcome, constructive criticism only.

Ken and Yohji.
Ken is absolutely crazy; he's a psycho case. We were watching Persia`s cassette and I was able to think only about dirty fucking. Ken was sitting next to me on the sofa, staring at the partitioned bodies of some poor guys. I bent forward to him and whispered: “I want to fuck you,” and squeezed his cock through his pants. I didn’t care if somebody could notice, I was going insane.  There had been four missions without a break, it was the fifth. Adrenalin was really dripping out of my ears, that week I had killed about ten men, though I had stopped counting by that time. No break at all, we had only little time for sleeping because in the daytime had to open that fucking shop.  
Ken said nothing, only stood up and went upstairs. Aya`s suspicious glare followed him. He had been with us only about a month by that time and we were afraid of him a little bit. At least I didn’t trust him to cover my back.
“I will go to look after him,” I said.
Omi nodded turning back to the screen again and Aya didn’t condescend to reply.
I followed Ken but failed to fuck him that time. He was waiting for me in the passage, between the door to the cellar and the back entrance, seized me in a death grip, knelt and sucked me.
We returned to the cellar also without a word, watched the cassette up to the end and then went to the stated mission right away.
On the way back Ken and I were sitting on the backseat and I thrust in his pants again. I wanted to take him in my mouth straight there; because of the blood smell, because of the death I had created around, my cock was erected so much it seemed I could come from only one memory about sex but kid was sitting on the front seat and could see surely everything in the rear-view mirror, so I had to control myself.
I was waiting until Aya and Omi went away to their rooms and I went to Ken. He was waiting for me as well actually. Ken had very strong hands but he was thin and slim, pretty like a girl. He was lying on his bad, spreading his long swarthy legs.
“You could have said it earlier,” I noticed approaching him.
If I could sleep with somebody of our team it made my life much easier.
“Take a lube,” Ken abandoned me.
“Haven’t you ever been fucked?”
“Shut up. Come on”.
I took a lube and fondled him firstly; I wanted him to feel good as well. Ken’s ass was clenched and I was going to spread it in the nearest future. The guy had evidently done it before, judging by his behavior.
Ken was moaning and wriggling under me, begging me for more. I came into his body and last pushes were slippery, light, with smutty wet sounds. I should have protected because I didn’t know whom Ken had presented his ass. Though we had medical examinations regularly, once a fortnight, including psychiatrist, narcologist and other “amenities”, so even I had had no time to sleep with somebody since the last one. To hell with him! In any case I would not live so much time to peg out from Aids.
Ken was trembling and whimpering, coming.  I wanted to shut him up and fucked again.
Next day he caught me in the pantry and fucked my mouth. No, he didn’t simply drive into me and forced me suck, he was fucking me, touching my tonsils and catching my hair on the head, not allowing me to draw back, straight in my throat.
Then I went to our shop again with my lips swollen and my cock arched, still feeling his taste in my mouth. Aya looked at me suspiciously but said nothing.
That evening our mission finished when Ken fucked me in the same room we had just killed last guides with him. Blood was on the floor, on the Ken’s claws, on my hands, and corpses were staring at us with their empty eyes while we were laughing like crazy and he was fucking me so strong to drive my balls in the table and the table was moving aside with every thrust. While we were driving home his coming was dripping out of my ass slowly, it was hot and wet between my thighs, and I could think only about Ken and his little fuckable ass.

And Aya.
Aya caught us soon enough though we had had time to study each other and try not only all range of places and poses we had ever known but even turn to dildo and some dubious experiments with whips and lashes. Either me as Ken were beginners in that affair so we could not achieve anything good; as soon as I saw red wales on his smooth beautiful buttocks I forgot everything and simply fucked him instead of teasing him properly.  Ken’s results were even worse, that two times he had been trying to tie me, finished with really dirty fucking, we found themselves recoated with coming and then were licking each other like animals.
That evening I went to the kitchen for the bottle of cold mineral water. Some time ago I diluted into it some medical alcohol from our first-aid set and after that my life looked much better and Asuka stopped knocking at my door with her waxy hands but during one of our medical examination doctor warned me not to do this in case I didn’t want to go straight to morgue even without sending everybody to hell. After that I drunk only mineral water and sex was the only thing thanks to I didn’t go insane.   
Ken had just come from training. Sometimes this guy delighted me. He had still had wish and strength to play football. I was drinking my mineral water and watching him throw his mudded blazer and shirt to the floor. He approached me, knelt and dug in my cock through my pants. Oh, shit! I was looking forward to setting him on his hands and knees in front of the fridge and to hollowing out of his little hot hole, closing his mouth with my palm to protect his wailing throughout the entire shop.
Right here Aya caught us.
Not so as nobody knew. I think it had been written in my or Ken’s files a long time ago but having taken in account that our doctor had said nothing about bruises, scratches and wales on my ass during the last medical examination, it couldn’t hinder the high ideals of White Hunters and nobody cared for.  Ken and me could continue until fucked each other’s remains of brain. 
Aya approached, gazing at my eyes. He was calm and grim. For a moment it seemed to me that he was going to give a slap in my face but then he shifted his gaze to my lips and I understood that our icy boy had been caught. Ken still didn’t notice him, carried away with licking of my stomach and jerked when Aya took him by the hair and tore away from me, unfastening his jeans at the same time.
“Ken, do you like him?” I demanded putting his hair away from his face.
Ken’s eyes were odd, pupils were widened as if he had drugged.
“Yeah,” he answered.
Was there anybody who couldn’t like Aya, the god of anger and hate?
I was watching Aya, taking his erected cock in his fist and touching Ken’s lips. It was much better than our attempts to invent something special. Aya was watching me still, panting hard when Ken was beginning to suck him. I tore Ken’s pants away and stabbed in straight to the hilt, staring at Aya`s eyes. Gods, I wanted to suck him too!
So Aya and me were fucking our little Ken in both of his holes and Ken was moaning in a constrained voice with Aya`s cock deep in his throat. It was Aya who came first, and then he sat down on his knees next to him, kissing his face while he shuddered from my pushes. Kritiker could be dancing mamba in such rhythm.    
Then we were going to my room where I planned to do the same with Aya but he didn’t allow.  He was going to play like a touch-me-not person and super seme. Ken and me didn’t start to disappoint him for the time being.
During the next mission Aya was fucking me next to the glassy office partition behind that Ken was fighting with remains of brigands. It was like an unceasing orgasm to watch Ken killing them because the blood from under his claws was gushing everywhere.  And because my ass was squeezing Aya`s cock at this moment I was simply going insane. I came when Ken was pulling out the last fellow’s insides and glass was thrown over
with bloody splashes in the front of me.
I was driving a car, watching Aya and Ken in the rear-view mirror. Omi was sitting next to me and it was no necessary for the kid to know what his elder teammates were doing, so they were sitting calmly. There was quite. I was sure that Aya was pumping Ken at that moment because he was biting his lips and blinking too often.

So did Omi.
It was Aya who noticed the video camera the first but nobody knew how long it had been there. Had it appeared until that moment when Aya and me decided to find out if Ken could endure both of us at the same time? Ken endured, only whimpering like a bitch while we were fucking him in one hole. When we both came, it remained open, and a muddy milky fluid flown out of there. I was going crazy when I saw it and wanted to drive my hand there, even reached for a lube but Aya stopped me because Ken`s eyes were starting to roll already, he was just biting his lips and begging incoherently to let him come.   
Was it there when these bastards had decided to torment me? They tided me and stuck a constantly buzzing vibrator in my ass, then Ken stood on his hands and knees above me and Aya fucked him. The only thing I could do was reaching with my tongue to hot spreading Ken’s hole that was being pumped by Aya`s cock over and over again.
In any case the camera was here not the first day.
Aya torn up it by the roots together with the wires and we went to the Chibi`s room. But Omi even didn’t start to justify his actions.
“I’d like to be with you,” he said without any embarrassment, pulling away his shirt.
“You’d better find a girl,” I offered.
“I know better what I need,” Omi blurted out.   
He had managed to undress himself already by that moment. Sure, he wasn’t a child, he quitted to be him after killing his first target, but his clothing and innocent eyes bewildered us. Now these blue eyes were staring shamelessly at the area of my groin.
Aya was trying to persuade him to look only but he said that he saw enough to have his hands fallen off. Then we fucked him one after another, Ken was the first, and then were me, and then Aya was. Omi was smiling and talking a lot, mostly about his good feelings and his love to all of us.
Now, finally, we could make love in our car after missions, when adrenalin was a real headfucker and everything was getting dark before our eyes. We spread Omi on the backseat and he was sucking Ken, offering to me his little half-baked hole. When I was pushing my cock there, it was swollen up a little and reddened from the last time. If somebody saw it he would understand at once that this guy had been fucked recently. 
Aya was at the steering wheel and smirking to himself. He had the patience and knew that he would be able to repair the omission at home.
Our game of a rape-victim nearly unsettled me. Omi wanted us to play a whole scenario for him. So we did it. He was screaming, crying and breaking loose from our grip but the agreed save word never had been spoken. 
Omi caught ‘playing’ preeminently but in the most cases he run into it by himself, inventing different ‘games’ and chattering obscenities that made even me sick to hear. “Ken have just fucked me in a store room,” he whispered me straight in the shop. “No lube is needed. Do you want too?” And during sex making he was always sputtering, “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me”.
Persia, Hunters of Light are greeting you.

All together.
It seemed to me it was me who thought it out the first. Aya still didn’t allow anybody to achieve his ass. So we made a decision that it was not corresponding with lofty ideals of justice propagated by our management.
He was hissing and biting while we were tiding him and suspending at his hands and legs, widely spreading them, in the basement. I pouted a lube out on his stomach and spread it along his perineum, stabbing into him couple of my fingers. Aya was yelling but we gagged him. Sure, it was not quite good because it became impossible to push a cock there now, but nobody was interested in his mouth, all of us wanted his ass, and he could scream and jerk as much as he wanted, it was totally useless. We still couldn’t decide who would be the first while Aya was waiting, bound with ropes. His clenching asshole shone with a lube.
I was the first to begin. At first I licked him so that he stopped hissing and began moaning and spreading his legs wider, then I added a lube and fucked him properly. He wasn’t jerking already, just moaning. We were sending him round like the first time with Omi had been but nobody was over-cautious with Aya and he was on his last legs then. I carried him to his bed and we were lying embraced in the darkness. Omi and Ken were continuing to fuck in the Ken`s room because Omi was crying, choking, during half a night. Then it became quite, probably they finally pumped each other with sperm up to the neck and the kid was going to write a report for Persia.
Aya was still whispering me that we all were the bastards and he would get even with us. I was agreeing and stroking his head. Probably, I would be able to fall in love with him if I wasn’t going to die during the next mission and to go to hell. Or in a one or more if I would be lucky.
After all Asuka have never come to me again.