Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 46
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 165 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 165 | Status: Work In Progress
46
Aya lay on the counter. It was more comfortable that the floor. His feet were frozen. The first time he’d kicked Denjiro in the face the man had taken his boots away.
He could hear the shower running. Denjiro would be gone for a few minutes. The man only took five minute showers, then Aya was forced to deal with him again.
“Why the hell he chose you is fucking beyond me. I mean I know he likes them pretty, but you have the personality of a fucking wall. When you killed Denjiro’s fuck buddy I thought he would fall back on me. But no, you just had to catch his eye!” Denjiro’s partner growled, coming toward Aya.
Aya grinned, sitting up. He ran a hand down his chest, heading down toward his groin. The man’s eyes watched his progression the entire way down.
“Don’t deny yourself, you want me, too. So get over here,” Aya let the man come up against the counter. He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, pressing up against him.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” the man hissed, already having forgotten his anger. Aya forced himself to act like he was enjoying the treatment as the man plundered his mouth.
He tried not to laugh as he heard the shower stop. It was just a moment of time before Denjiro stalked into the room, his eyes pissed as he watched his friend grab Aya’s ass and pull him in even closer.
A dagger shot through the air, splitting into the man’s side. Aya made his move, grabbing the man’s head and twisting it hard enough to break his neck.
“I told you that you belong to me! How dare you…”
“I made you do what I wanted. I made you stab your only friend. And you know what, it was so good for me. You distracted him so I could kill him.”
“What? You…”
“I’m just that good of an actor,” Aya taunted, chuckling as Denjiro lunged for him. Aya didn’t have much room to move around, with being shackled to the wall. But he evaded Denjiro’s attack. He wrapped the chain around his neck from behind and tugged.
Denjiro was one step ahead of him, reaching aback and grabbing Aya’s arms and throwing him over his shoulder. Aya gasped, the wind knocked out of him.
“You shouldn’t have done that, baby. Because now all my attention will be focused on you.” Aya lunged to his feet, kicking wildly at Denjiro, trying to land a good solid hit on his face. Denjiro just caught his leg effortlessly like he was a child.
“Still so vicious, kitten. Don’t worry. I’ll de-claw you soon enough.” Denjiro punched him hard in the stomach. Aya stumbled backwards, nearly hitting his head on a cupboard.
“Time for a shower. Give me your arm,” Aya hid his arms behind his back. He didn’t want to be drugged again.
Denjiro grabbed him by the throat and squeezed hard. He held him like that while Aya struggled. Once Aya started to black out he felt Denjiro release his neck only to grab his arm and shove a needle into it.
Aya hated when he did that. But Aya didn’t blame him. He’d let Aya shower alone once and had to fight him just to get him shackled again. Aya had fought like a wild animal, charging over and over, striking without backing down until Denjiro threw a dagger into his hand. Then Aya had to pause at the pain, giving Denjiro the opening to beat the shit out of him.
Aya had thought it was just Denjiro’s partner that used throwing knives. Apparently both of them did.
What Denjiro didn’t know was that Aya had taken apart a razor blade. He’d hidden one razor in his back pocket and had hidden the other one in his mouth under his tongue.
He wasn’t sure if he could use it on the man, but it was better than nothing. And if things got to hopeless Aya could always slash his own wrists once Denjiro was sleeping.
“I’ll cook you dinner once I’m done getting you all cleaned up,”
“Your cooking is shit,” Aya growled, unable to stop Denjiro from dragging him into the bathroom.
He was leaned up against the wall while the giant of a man undressed him.
“You looked so damned sexy when you killed him. I just wanted to grab you and screw your brains out. And when you’re pissed off I want you so bad.”
It wasn’t like Aya could hide it. I mean who wasn’t pissed off when someone kept attacking them.
“Come on, baby, no stalling,” Denjiro lifted him bodily and carried him into the shower.
“Shower or bath? Which one?” Denjiro always asked that. Aya always chose shower. It was bad enough to get raped in the shower, but to be forced to cuddle with Denjiro in the bath before being assaulted? Now that was hell.
“You’re going to die soon,” Aya said very quietly. Denjiro grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back.
“Now what have I told you about that mouth of yours?” the man hissed. Aya didn’t answer. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing Aya was afraid of him.
If you keep giving me attitude I’m going to beat it out of you! Aya could do nothing as the man started washing his hair, acting like he hadn‘t just been violent. Aya was getting frustrated dealing with the man’s mood swings. One minute he treated Aya like he was the most precious thing in the world, and the next he was beating him senseless.
Aya lay on the counter. It was more comfortable that the floor. His feet were frozen. The first time he’d kicked Denjiro in the face the man had taken his boots away.
He could hear the shower running. Denjiro would be gone for a few minutes. The man only took five minute showers, then Aya was forced to deal with him again.
“Why the hell he chose you is fucking beyond me. I mean I know he likes them pretty, but you have the personality of a fucking wall. When you killed Denjiro’s fuck buddy I thought he would fall back on me. But no, you just had to catch his eye!” Denjiro’s partner growled, coming toward Aya.
Aya grinned, sitting up. He ran a hand down his chest, heading down toward his groin. The man’s eyes watched his progression the entire way down.
“Don’t deny yourself, you want me, too. So get over here,” Aya let the man come up against the counter. He wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, pressing up against him.
“Goddamn, baby, you’re so fucking hot,” the man hissed, already having forgotten his anger. Aya forced himself to act like he was enjoying the treatment as the man plundered his mouth.
He tried not to laugh as he heard the shower stop. It was just a moment of time before Denjiro stalked into the room, his eyes pissed as he watched his friend grab Aya’s ass and pull him in even closer.
A dagger shot through the air, splitting into the man’s side. Aya made his move, grabbing the man’s head and twisting it hard enough to break his neck.
“I told you that you belong to me! How dare you…”
“I made you do what I wanted. I made you stab your only friend. And you know what, it was so good for me. You distracted him so I could kill him.”
“What? You…”
“I’m just that good of an actor,” Aya taunted, chuckling as Denjiro lunged for him. Aya didn’t have much room to move around, with being shackled to the wall. But he evaded Denjiro’s attack. He wrapped the chain around his neck from behind and tugged.
Denjiro was one step ahead of him, reaching aback and grabbing Aya’s arms and throwing him over his shoulder. Aya gasped, the wind knocked out of him.
“You shouldn’t have done that, baby. Because now all my attention will be focused on you.” Aya lunged to his feet, kicking wildly at Denjiro, trying to land a good solid hit on his face. Denjiro just caught his leg effortlessly like he was a child.
“Still so vicious, kitten. Don’t worry. I’ll de-claw you soon enough.” Denjiro punched him hard in the stomach. Aya stumbled backwards, nearly hitting his head on a cupboard.
“Time for a shower. Give me your arm,” Aya hid his arms behind his back. He didn’t want to be drugged again.
Denjiro grabbed him by the throat and squeezed hard. He held him like that while Aya struggled. Once Aya started to black out he felt Denjiro release his neck only to grab his arm and shove a needle into it.
Aya hated when he did that. But Aya didn’t blame him. He’d let Aya shower alone once and had to fight him just to get him shackled again. Aya had fought like a wild animal, charging over and over, striking without backing down until Denjiro threw a dagger into his hand. Then Aya had to pause at the pain, giving Denjiro the opening to beat the shit out of him.
Aya had thought it was just Denjiro’s partner that used throwing knives. Apparently both of them did.
What Denjiro didn’t know was that Aya had taken apart a razor blade. He’d hidden one razor in his back pocket and had hidden the other one in his mouth under his tongue.
He wasn’t sure if he could use it on the man, but it was better than nothing. And if things got to hopeless Aya could always slash his own wrists once Denjiro was sleeping.
“I’ll cook you dinner once I’m done getting you all cleaned up,”
“Your cooking is shit,” Aya growled, unable to stop Denjiro from dragging him into the bathroom.
He was leaned up against the wall while the giant of a man undressed him.
“You looked so damned sexy when you killed him. I just wanted to grab you and screw your brains out. And when you’re pissed off I want you so bad.”
It wasn’t like Aya could hide it. I mean who wasn’t pissed off when someone kept attacking them.
“Come on, baby, no stalling,” Denjiro lifted him bodily and carried him into the shower.
“Shower or bath? Which one?” Denjiro always asked that. Aya always chose shower. It was bad enough to get raped in the shower, but to be forced to cuddle with Denjiro in the bath before being assaulted? Now that was hell.
“You’re going to die soon,” Aya said very quietly. Denjiro grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back.
“Now what have I told you about that mouth of yours?” the man hissed. Aya didn’t answer. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing Aya was afraid of him.
If you keep giving me attitude I’m going to beat it out of you! Aya could do nothing as the man started washing his hair, acting like he hadn‘t just been violent. Aya was getting frustrated dealing with the man’s mood swings. One minute he treated Aya like he was the most precious thing in the world, and the next he was beating him senseless.