Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Bringing Home a Kitty ❯ Chapter 1

"Bringing Home a Kitty"

A Weiss Kreuz fic by Andrea Readwolf

<andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com>

April 2003

Pairings: Farfello x Yoji

Warnings: Yaoi, some consideration to post NCS (the "if I had known, I wouldn't have" kind)

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Clubs were the best.

Loud, pumping music; flashing lights; drink after drink; full of people who wanted to have a good time, looking to escape the reality of life for a little while.

That suited Yoji best. That was where he felt most at peace with himself because he didn't want to remember who he was, what he did...

He never really drank enough to get plastered to the floor--not in public anyway. Always just enough to dim the edges a bit, sometimes a little bit more than the edges. Still, he was an assassin, with an assassin's instincts and skills.

That was how--even though he was pleasantly tipsy--he knew there were four goons tailing him. Street punks, nothing serious. Amateurs.

He was already loosening his jacket, checking to make sure his wire was free and ready just in case he should need it. You never knew what to expect, but he expected to send these little boys running home crying very shortly.

That's when he noticed the woman up ahead, sniffling.

"What could make a lovely woman, such as yourself, shed tears?'' he asked, hoping those jerks trailing him weren't the cause.

The girl looked up at him and he recognized her as a body from one of the dance floors at the last club he'd been to. She was grinning and the warning bells in his head flared to life.

"Nothing your wallet and that lovely coat won't help cure," she drawled.

He was already in motion, but it was too late. His last coherent thought as the lead pipe came crashing down over his skull was, 'Damn.'

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His head was pounding and he was sure it wasn't just because he had a hangover. He took a moment to do a mental check.

Fingers and toes--check.

No major sore spots along arms and legs--check.

Torso, normal--check.

Head---killing.

Okay, what else?

He was on a bed; a sheet was pulled up to his chest and he was naked underneath. Okay, not really a problem as that was a regular enough occurrence. Of course, his hands being tied to some spot over his head wasn't normal, he could come back to that later. Someone had put an ice pack on his head. In fact, someone was in the room putting a bottle to glass and pouring.

"Drink, Kitty-cat," a lilting voice directed, the only warning before cool burning liquid slipped past his lips and trailed a river of fire from his lips to his stomach where the whiskey pooled.

"Good kitty."

A hand ran through Yoji's hair and the calming actions lulled the blond boy to sleep.

"No, Kitty-cat. Shouldn't sleep now. Kitty needs to stay awake."

Lips pressed to his, but Yoji wasn't worried. He was sleepy.

"Wake up, Kitty. I'll help you stay awake, ne, Kitty-cat. You won't fall asleep," the voice promised.

Kisses were definitely not something to get overexcited about for someone of Yoji's experience. Still, he responded almost lazily to the kiss, parting his lips when necessary. Allowing the other person to lead was also not something unprecedented and agreeably, he let his companion control the kiss now. His partner was actually quite a good kisser--he obviously knew what he was doing.

Yes, he, Yoji, was being kissed by another boy, another something that was nothing new, though he was sure the other members of Weiss would be quite shocked if they ever found out. But right now he didn't care. The blond was there to feel pleasure--whatever package it came in.

A hand stroked his thigh and Yoji moaned as those lips left his, obediently parting his legs so the questing hand could cup his dick and balls through the thin material of the sheet. Lips feathered over his chest and strained shoulders.

"I'll help you stay awake, Kitty," a warm mouth purred against his stomach. "I'll even do all the work."

A hot, moist suction swallowed his cock and Yoji screamed.

It went right to the center of him, a pool of lava stroked to a fiery need to copulate. His hips thrust forward into that warm mouth even as his hands writhed, trying to free themselves from the soft, yet tight, fabric that held them in place. Fingers pinched his hard nipples, evoking more cries from the panting blond's lips... and then that wonderful mouth moved away.

Kisses led a path upwards as one hand circled Yoji's cock, pumping him. He complied agreeably; thrusting up to met the squeeze that accompanied each sheathing. Cool lips nibbled at his collarbone, over his Adam's apple, at an ear lobe before a slippery tongue traced the shell pattern of his ear.

"You look pretty, Kitty, fucking my hand like this." Another squeeze punctuated the words. "So pretty... I want to fuck the pretty kitty."

Yoji couldn't even verbalize a reply, but he hoped the grunted groan he did manage to produce coupled with his willingness to suck the fingers pressed to his lips was enough to effectively communicate his eagerness to be fucked by this other man. He ran his tongue over each digit, lavishing each with attention before moving to swallow all three fingers deeply and repetitively.

The fingers withdrew, and Yoji moaned--shortly gasping when those wet fingers quested lower, between his spread thighs, and two slick digits slipped inside Yoji's body with little warning. Those fingers worked him with expertise and Yoji lay writhing on the bed, begging to be fucked.

He tried to tell the other man what he wanted, but he couldn't know if his words were understood until those wicked fingers were removed and something much more fun pressed against his center.

"Look at me, Kitty," a warm, heavy voice purred into his ear. "I want to watch your face when we're fucking, Kitty. I want to see your eyes."

Yoji tried to buck forward and force that cock into him, but apparently, the other man was prepared for such a trick and evaded it easily.

"Show me what you hide behind those lovely lids."

A kiss was pressed to each closed eyelid before Yoji finally gave in and opened his eyes--knowing he would regret it. It was only an impression--pale hair, golden eye, and pale skin--before he shut his eyes again and tried to wiggle away, fighting only because he knew he should. But that thick cock was already filling him and warm lips nibbling at his throat were coaxing him back into the reality of the lust.

"Fight more tomorrow, Kitty," Farfello whispered. "Now just have fun."

Yoji panted, wanting to just give in to the other's words, but... "And hurt God, right?"

"Always." Lips pressed to lips and a tongue snaked into Yoji's mouth--he considered biting it, but it pulled away before he could convince himself to do it. "God hates people who love."

'Oh what the hell,' was the last thing the blond thought before he gave in and wrapped his legs around the Schwartz member's hips.