Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Blackjack on A Saturday Night ❯ Nightlife ( Chapter 2 )

Mmmmmm...... chapter #2



WARNING!! : This is yaoi. Enough said.

Pairings: Schuldig X Ken Setting: Las Vegas!!

Note: Schu and Ken have not met before, so they are not enemies. I don't know where the rest of Schwarz is. Maybe they'll pop up later. Umm, this plot is not deep and soul touching. It's just for fun. They're in Las Vegas for crying out loud! Hope you like.

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Schuldig felt himself harden as his sweet armful of brunette soccer player squirmed playfully in his hold. As the back of Ken's warm, denim clad thigh brushed his groin, Schu growled again. Except this time it sounded more like a groan. "C'mon," he said. "I need another drink."

"But-" Ken gasped, panting and flushed from the excitement. "I saw Aya-" Ken stopped as Schu pulled off a genuine growl and without further ado, lunged and hoisted the shorter boy over his shoulder and started walking. Ken yelped and wriggled, but Schu merely gave his cute behind a good- natured swat and paced unhurriedly along the walkway. Ken promptly returned the favor.

The redhead laughed and jumped, Ken's solarplex slamming onto Schu's sholderas he landed, knocking the breath-and the fight-out of him.

Schu smirked. Struck with inspiration, he reached up with his free hand and pulled out the card and bills form Ken's back pocket. He put the room key in his own pocket and replaced the money, giving the limp athlete's rear a tweak. Ken stirred weakly, mumbling incoherently. Schu started down the escalator.

After a moment, Ken's mumbling became semi-understandable. "Let me down?" he asked in a small voice.

"No," Schu said, and stepped off the escalator. He headed back to the bar and plopped Ken down on one of the barstools. Dazed, Ken look up to see the new bartender scowling at him.

"What's yer problem?" Schu demanded. The bartender turned his dragon glare on Schu.

"He can't drink here," he barked. "No way is he 21." He stared down Schu and added gravelly, "No minors in this bar."

"I'm not a minor!" Ken protested indignantly, but Schu was already pulling him to his feet. "Lets get out of here, Ken," Schu said, hauling the younger man with him.

"But I'm * not * a minor," Ken grumbled sullenly, the effects of the alcohol already showing on him. "You don't think I'm a minor, do you, Schuldig?" Ken could never hold his liquor, and drinking on an empty stomach only made him succumb faster.

"I certainly hope not," Schu chucked. "Because it will make what we do tonight soooo much easier." He smirked and looked down at Ken whose forehead was furrowed as he studied the flamboyant carpeting.

"I'm sorry we go kicked out of the bar," the soccer player said, looking like he might cry. Immediately Schu stopped and took hold of Ken's upper arms.

"Don't worry about it, baby," he said, 'there are other bars. I wanted to leave, that guy was a prick, and besides I was almost outta money anyway."

"Oh," Ken said and smiled faintly.

<That's not good enough,> he heard a familiar growl in his head as Schuldig gathered him in his arms and kissed him savagely, right in the middle of the casino floor. Ken felt his knees weaken as Schuldig slid his hands roughly up and down Ken's sides, his mouth plundering the younger man's. The redhead broke the kiss with a flourish and stepped back, gripping the athlete's arms once more.

"Feel better?" he asked. Ken nodded, then looked around.

"Where are we going?" he asked. Schu grinned.

"To get some more money," Schu said and steered Ken to an alcove by the bathrooms where he wouldn't get in trouble for loitering.

"Can I borrow $20?" he asked the soccer player. "It'll go faster if I start out with more money." Ken dug out the cash and handed it to him. "Thanks, babe," Schu said and kissed his forehead quickly. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Schu headed off into the sea of gambling tables. 10 minutes later he was back, fanning a neat $200 in his hand. "Thanks for the loan," he said, and tucked Ken's $20 into the boy's pants for him, then pocketed the rest.

"How did you-?" Ken asked.

"Blackjack," Schu answered simply. "C'mon."

Schuldig wrapped a long arm around Ken's waist and led him through the casino. Ken felt a blast of hot air and realized that they were outside. "Where are we-?" he started to ask but was silenced by a pair of demanding lips against his.

After thoroughly kissing the young athlete, Schu pulled back and warned severely, "Don't ask so many questions."

Schu hailed a taxi and shoved Ken inside. Ken melted against the redhead, hardly hearing Schu's direction to the cab driver. Dreamily he gazed out at the lighted city from his slouched position against Schu's shoulder.

Presently they stopped, Schu extracting the buzzed assassin from the car. When Ken just stood there, he tugged the younger man to him and walked on. Ken relaxed in the heat of the desert and the man he clung to.

Schu turned down a dark stairwell, Ken trailing closely. ...Half a dozen shot glasses later, Schu was considerably less sober and considerably more horny. That delectable piece of ass hovered just out of his reach, sipping quietly on some fruity mixed drink. Ken got quieter and more submissive when he was drunk, which was just as well because Schu got more aggressive. Not to mention louder.

Fortunately, everyone in the bar was louder and raunchier than he. That's why he picked it, so he and Ken could play undisturbed. At least that's what he thought.

As it turned out, Ken made mouth-watering body shots; Schu was perfectly content to sit here all night and lap salt and lemon juice from every inch of the soccer player's sunbronzed skin. He hadn't counted on the other men swooping down on his prize like hawks for the kill. When his scowls and growls had no effect, his temper flared.

A dark haired man bent and licked up the last of the salt from Ken's chest, the athlete flinching as he felt the foreign man's tongue on his skin.

Schu stood up and punched the offending guy right in his attractive face.

The other two jumped him, and Schu started out swinging, well aware that he couldn't kill these guys flat out and still stay here to drink. He grinned. Well, in that case he figured he was drunk enough. At the last moment, Schu lessened the force of his mental blast to stun and not kill his opponents. The men dropped to the ground senseless as stones.

Schu changed his mind about staying. He wanted to get Ken out of here as quickly as he could without the headache of a mess or a kill to hinder him. He grabbed his jacket, grabbed his boy, and started off.

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Ken stumbled at the breakneck pace Schu kept. Schu hauled him up and kept moving. He stumbled again.

"Stop!" he cried, real distress in his voice. "I want to see the city!" Schu stopped, and quirked a crooked half-smile. Mischief glinted in his eyes.

"See the city?" he repeated. "Okay." Schu held onto Ken's hand and flat out * ran * over a bridge, into a building, and up an escalator. The two assassins pelted down the walkway outside, Kens seeing flashes of light and long column as he panted in the warm wind to keep up with the longer-legged man. Schuldig ran straight up to a corner of the long open walkway, then pivoted as he swung Ken around. Strong hands clamped down on the brunette's hips, holding him in place as Schu leaned his weight into him. Schu ground his hips roughly into Ken, his hands on the backs and insides of Ken's thighs, pulling him up to fell the prominent bulge between Schu's legs. Ken gasped and moaned, writhing against the core of heat their bodies shared.

Those same strong hands kept him in place as Schu pushed him higher, Ken's heels leaving the ground. Schuldig captured Ken's lips, bending the boy back to get a definite leverage. Ken kissed back with equal passion, until Schu's busy hands began kneading the tight flesh of his buttocks. Ken moaned into Schu's mouth; the redhead swallowed the sound and any protests Ken might have. Ken didn't have any protests.

Ken gasped for air and turned his head aside, looking out into the clear night. Schu obligingly took the moment of interruption to fasten onto Ken's neck. Ken's eyes fluttered as he felt the warm, wet heat of Schuldig's mouth sucking at the same sensitive place under his jaw. Suppressing a shudder in order to remain lucid, Ken stared out at the lights.

"The Venetian," he breathed. "So that's where we are."

"Unngh," Schu said by way of confirmation, his mouth still occupied with Ken's skin. Then, remembering how entranced his young friend had been at the Mardi Gras show, he moved his mouth up, catching Ken's earlobe in his teeth. When a decisive tremor rolled through the young man, Schu knew he had made a wise choice. He continued relentlessly, his tongue darting out to play upon the softly bitten lobe before his mouth engulfed it entirely and sucked contently.

Ken watched the volcano fountain across the street erupt in chaotic bursts of fire and light, and he felt the same thing happening to him. Desire rolled over him in thick, hot waves so that he felt he was drowning in it. He gasped as a submerged swimmer would, barely getting enough oxygen as he was pummeled with wave after wave. Schu's tongue swirled around the shell of his ear; Ken held his breath. Then it plunged inside, and Ken gave up swimming and sank.

The molten pulsating tongue in his ear mixed with the rapid drumbeat of his heart mixed with the thick heat of the night overloaded Ken's body and mind. A groan poured forth from deep inside him, and he began to buck his hips against Schu wildly. The older assassin tightened his hold on Ken in an effort to still his actions and bring him under control. He had to cover Ken's mouth to muffle an excited scream.

"Easy, easy," he whispered in Ken's ear. "Calm down." He kissed Ken slowly, carefully absorbing the athlete's surplus energy and giving him a stable base to relax. Ken sank into his embrace gratefully, his spontaneous actions having surprised and scared him a little. Schu's lips pulled and sucked on his own, drawing the last of his nervous energy out and devouring it.

<It's all right, Ken,> a voice sounded in the athlete's head, soothing him. Schu pulled back to face him.

"You need to learn some control," Schuldig remarked. Ken hung his head, ashamed. The red-haired man placed and elegant finger beneath the boy's chin and tilted it up so they could look eye to eye. "It's for your benefit, Ken Ken," he said. "You'll have more fun if you can hold back a little longer. Let's try that exercise again, eh?" The glint was back in his eye.

Schuldig raised Ken's chin higher and took his lips in a long, sweet kiss. The athlete eagerly draped his arms over the older man's shoulders and twined his fingers in his hair. Schuldig nearly chuckled in amusement.

<On with the tour,> a voice echoed in Ken's mind.

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