Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ All The Better... ❯ Predator ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is not mine…until I get Koyasu's home address. Persuasion is an art form… and several illegal weapons.

 

AN: This fic is an apology to the Weiss and Schwarz Lovers Yahoo Group, for my inattention to them and my scattered updating of late. Things are a bit hard at home at the moment but I will not discontinue my stories, nor have I died. Yet. I hope this is a suitable apology! P.S Everyone pray for me! I sent off my first Screen Analysis Assignment off last week. I hope I did okay! Hey would you look at that! Anal and ass in the one sentence. My mind is a cesspool.

 

Chapter One: Predator

 

 

Ran stared at the screen in disbelief. He shouldn't have been shocked. Yet he still found it hard to take in. A small chain of events had led him here, to his current location.

 

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Omi seemed to be spacing out in the shop a lot lately. Odd expressions on his face, occasionally glancing at Yohji, somewhat guiltily it seemed. Ran had let it pass.

 

Once it started happening in missions, Ran could not stay silent. He had watched how the young assassin would interact with Yohji. Getting flustered easily and innocently touching him as much as possible. They had been on a fairly simple mission. One goes into the club and follows the target, gathering information whilst dressed in clothing as tight as anyone could struggle into. Straightforward and a well practiced type of approach. Yohji would be the one heading into the club, as usual. His extensive knowledge of the Tokyo club scene was most useful and he knew how to blend in easily as well as managing to worm information out of strangers with a smile and a shake of his butt.

 

It was no secret that Yohji was sinful sex on legs. It was no secret to him especially. He used it like his wire, expertly and to the most potential. It helped that his pants sat so low too.

 

Yohji and Omi had been in the backseat, Ran and Ken in the front. Ran had turned to find Omi with his hands down Yohji's unzipped leather vest. He saw Red for a moment before gathering himself again. Ran had crawled into the back of the van, feeling relived as he saw that the teen was only attaching Yohji's wire.

 

Ran was sure that he didn't need to have his palm resting quite firmly over Yohji's right nipple as his fingers worked around the blonde's neck. There was certainly no need for that kind of contact. Ran's eyes narrowed at the teenager's roaming hands.

 

Once the wire had been hooked up, Yohji zipped his vest and got up to leave the van. Omi had called him back for a rather long winded last minute burst of information. Yohji had rolled his eyes and opened the back door. He threw a smartass remark back to Omi, who then leaned forward and pushed Yohji through the door using a hand on the older man's ass!

 

Ran's first thought had been 'Unfair!' He had quickly squashed that thought and focused his anger on the daydreaming teen in front of him.

 

He had yanked the small body toward him by the collar of his shirt. Bringing his face around, Ran hissed at the blonde, “Leave. Him. Alone. Focus on the mission. Stop staring at him.”

 

Ran remembered the sense of triumph he had felt when the boy's eyes had widened in face of Abyssinian issuing a serious warning. Then he had bounced back and glared at the redhead, Bombay shining through.

 

“I've seen you watching him. People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones” The low hiss of the blonde's voice went unnoticed by Ken, obliviously focused on what was coming through on the headset from inside the club.

The two assassin's glaring contest was broken by Ken's voice warning them it was time to go. Ran hadn't seen Ken's lustful gazing at Yohji's ass, too occupied with threatening Omi for pawing the blonde man. Omi hadn't missed it.

 

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Ran seethed as he remembered the following week. Innocent comments Omi had made in Yohji's presence about his 'lack of emotion or interest in anything beyond the mission or his sister'.

He had retaliated by lightly asking Omi when he turned 18 next year, then calmly talking about the pedophile ring they had taken down a few weeks ago. Omi had been furious, but not discouraged.

 

The whole week had been a blur of insults, sly comments, innocent looks, thinly veiled threats and bony elbows colliding with Ran's unprotected sides. Things had been getting worse and the game being played dirtier than ever.

 

Dirty was certainly a word to describe that teen.

 

Ran had gone off in search of ammo to use against the blonde, going where no one had gone before. Omi's laptop. Luckily, the boy had cram school afterwards.

 

Six coffees, countless curses and roughly three and a half hours later, a sneakily smug redhead crept back to his own room, disk in hand. Near giddy from the caffeine, Ran reached under his bed and pulled out his own laptop. It never left his room, and since no one came in his room, he was the only one who knew about it.

 

Placing the disk in the drive ever so carefully after it had booted up, Ran waited with anticipation for it to load.

 

It was an AVI File.

 

Ran hit play.

 

A bed, empty and slightly rumpled came into view. The room appeared to be a dorm of some sort, a college room most likely. Suddenly, a person walked into view. A boy, nineteen or so. He could have easily passed for sixteen.

 

Ran's jaw suddenly dropped open.

 

The boy had turned. The boy was Yohji.

 

Ran's eyes suddenly looked the body over once again. Yohji was shorter then, by a few inches, his hair slightly longer. There were already sleek muscles visible under his skin. It seemed Yohji had not gotten any broader, save for his shoulders. This Yohji, however, was still slimly built. From the light golden shoulders to the narrow hips.

 

Ran felt a stab of frustration that Yohji was wearing a pair of boxers. A pure white pair of silk, which gave the illusion of Yohji being an innocent.

 

His wide green eyes and soft gold blonde waves of hair definitely accentuated that.

 

Ran watched as the boy - 'Yohji', his mind kept reminding him - crawled onto the bed and lay facing the camera at the foot of the bed. He closed his eyes and slowly began running his hands over himself. Ran's breath hitched as nimble fingers moved to play with dark pink nipples. The boy moaned slightly and caught his full lower lip in his teeth. An action that Ran found overwhelmingly arousing. His eager eyes noticed the large swelling beneath those innocent boxers.

 

The boy's hand seemed to have decided to take action. The redhead's attention was focused solely on the flustered boy panting on the bed. Finally, with excruciating slowness, those hindering boxers were peeled down. They stopped at the knees, almost as though the boy was too shy to completely disrobe.

 

Ran's eyes had followed the movement of the silk, tracing down those slim thighs. His eyes dragged back up and he stopped.

 

He stared.

 

His tongue darted out to wet suddenly dry lips.

 

He stared some more.

 

“…Holy Fuck…”

 

His awed exclamation was breathy, but loud in the silent room. He was still staring, eyes fixated even as a long fingered hand gripped the object of his fascination, partially obscuring it from view.

 

Yohji had always bragged about his ability to pleasure women and sometimes men, but Ran had been skeptical. If nineteen year old Yohji was anything to go by, Ran's doubt was erased. It was apparent why they kept coming back to Yohji, pursing him with stalker like dedication.

 

Ran's eyes glazed over with lust as he watched Yohji slowly caressing his length. Suddenly, a change appeared in the boy. The redhead watched as a hand reached up to tangle almost painfully in the golden waves. Abruptly rising, the boy moved sinuously and Ran went breathless as he observed the layers of carefully formed innocence falling away. This was not the shy, almost awkward and innocent boy, looking as though it was his first time ever touching himself sexually. It wasn't even the ever joking but impossibly hot assassin that he was used to.

 

Looking into the eyes of the young man, not boy, now crouched on the bed, Ran saw a sexual predator. His hand reached down to rub his confined erection and that one touch, whilst held captive by the commanding bonfire of lust portrayed in those dark green eyes, was too much for his frazzled state of mind and body.

 

“Fuck!” His surprised expletive was accompanied by wide and surprised eyes, and an orgasm that blew his mind to kingdom come. Yes, I repeat, come.

 

Ran felt his hot release sliding down his thighs, but was once again distracted by the figure on the screen.

 

Said figure was now leaning on one hand, still crouched on the bed, slightly kneeling and fisting the most glorious cock Ran had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Tall, golden, dripping wet with precum and attached to an equally glorious body. The redhead's erection was returning with a vengeance. Ran fantasized about what that body would look like naked now, older, taller and more muscled. He spared a thought to wonder whether Yohji's cock had grown as much as the rest of his body has.

 

Forgetting everything but Yohji and the image on the screen, Ran pulled his pants off hastily, being mindful of his near painful erection. As quick as he had disrobed his lower half, the swordsman flopped down onto his back, grabbing the laptop, albeit carefully, he placed it on his chest and angled the screen down to accommodate his new position. Reaching behind the screen to grasp his erection, Ran's attention was again, riveted by Yohji as he began to pump. The blonde was snapping his hips forward into his hand with precise movements. Watching the length of that cock move in and out of the strong hand pulled a cry from Ran's throat.

 

On the cusp of release, Yohji stilled. The amount of control he was exerting at remaining stationary curled Ran's toes as his eyes unfocused and his fist movements turned frantic. He wanted Yohji in control of him, wanted that hard body leaning over his, in and out of his. He wanted it so badly that tears of frustration started to form at the corners of his eyes. He watched with a whimper of need as the golden body burst into movement once again, stroking that wonderful cock with barely controlled ferocity. A growl was released from those deliciously full lips as Yohji's release spilled forth onto the bedspread in a creamy arc, that hand still stroking and interrupting the flow, drawing a come splattered hand back over the still erect cock, making the length glisten provocatively in the lighting.

 

That last move of the blonde's had been Ran's undoing. He couldn't help it- he screamed. His eyes rolled back out of focus and he missed the sinful smirk thrown at the camera, the closing shot. His hips writhed on the bed as he milked his orgasm from his overly sensitive cock.

 

`Oh Shit!'

 

Mere milliseconds before gravity succeeded in bringing the upward spray of come back from the high point it managed to reach, Ran slammed the laptop closed. The falling proof of Ran's pleasure landing on his own hand instead of on the screen.

 

Unknown to Ran as he lay on the bed, numb from the waist down with dried come on his inner thighs from his first orgasm, and the fresh load covering the hand that had tried in vain to protect the suddenly priceless laptop, on the closed screen, credits began to roll.

 

Starring Yohji Kudou

 

 

Commissioned and Edited By Omi Tsukiyono

 

 

Filmed By Ken Hidaka

 

 

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