Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Catnip ❯ Tangled ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Yes. They are mine. ALL MINE! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! *gets smacked by the flat side of Aya's katana* Ow! Fine! Jesus. I don't own them. I'm just a poor undergrad. Don't sue me.

Warnings/Notes: Kink, bondage, SxO Yaoi. Don't like, don't read. This is the warning. Italics indicate personal thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech.

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Catnip

Ch. 3 - Tangled

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The small figure crouched in the shadows of the modern Tokyo high-rise. The target's office was just right down the hall. So close. The adrenaline was pumping fast and furious through the youngest Weiß member's body, his hands gripping his throwing darts. The crossbow he normally carried was far too clunky, and the hiding spaces far too small. Sky blue eyes narrowed a bit as two suits walked by, oblivious to the teen. Once the danger of being spotted had passed, Omi slunk from his hiding spot and down the hall to where his target was waiting, working late because of a "mysterious glitch" in the computer system.

A mysterious glitch named Tsukiyono Omi.

He burst through the office door, flinging his arrows at the computer desk where his target was sitting. Or rather, where his target was slumped over dead, a bullet hole in the back of his skull. The poison tipped darts sailing right over him and impaling themselves in the wall behind him.

"Did somebody beat you, kitten?"

Omi's body froze completely at the voice. The voice that had been haunting his days and nights for the past month. The voice that sent every drop of blood in his body to concentrate in one area, right between his legs. His head turned slowly to look towards the voice. And there, standing behind him was the flame-haired German of Schwarz. He gave a whimper, trying to swallow past the nervous lump in his throat.

Schuldig smirked, slowly walking over to Omi. His long legs were in cased in black leather that looked more like it was painted on than anything else. His torso was covered just on this side of obscene with a tight black crop top that looked like it would burst if the German moved wrong, leaving just enough to the imagination to make you curious, and just little enough that you were probably imagining perfectly. It was like the ones Yohji tended to wear, so tight that one could see the muscles moving and flexing beneath the fabric. That gorgeous, brilliant red hair danced about the man's shoulders and face with every step he took.

The man was sex personified. And he was walking right. Towards. Omi.

This is a dream. It's another one of those damn dreams.. Omi thought to himself, still hypnotized by the German who was now pressed right against him, bending him backwards over the desk.

{I can assure you kitten, this is no dream.} Schuldig purred into his mind, leaning down to capture the boy's lips with his own.

The small bit of contact shattered any resolve Omi had not to be sucked back down into another dream. His hands moved to tangle in the fiery red locks, his legs wrapped around the bared waist, allowing the German to feel exactly how much he affected the young Japanese boy. Schuldig chuckled softly, rolling his hips against the boy, causing the blond to moan and arch into him. One hand slid up the leg of the black cotton shorts, gently massaging the pale thigh. The teen mewled, his arousal already rock hard. The hand up his shorts shifted over a bit to massage the stiff flesh, causing a loud moan to wrench itself from Omi's throat.

[Such a noisy kitten, you'll get us caught.} The redhead chuckled, reaching behind the desk for a small black bag, pushing the corpse onto the ground in the process. Sky blue eyes watched with utter fascination as long, strong fingers drew a ballgag from the black pouch. Cherubic lips opened to accept the gag, the ball tasting of fresh rubber and plastic. Schuldig secured the straps behind the boy's head, then grinned at him. "That should keep you quiet."

Omi whimpered and mewled around the gag, stretching his arms over his head to grip the edge of the desk. He knew he was acting wanton, but it didn't matter. This man had been haunting his thoughts and dreams every moment of everyday, enough that he was jerking himself off at least twice a day for the past month, the German's name always on his lips. And now the man was here, in person, pressing him down on a desk during a mission. Just like every dream. Only it was a million times more intense right now.

Long fingers around his already dripping erection brought the teen back to the here and now, pulling him violently from his thoughts and demanding his immediate attention. He panted, realizing his shorts were dangling on his ankles now as he thrust himself into the tight channel formed by Schuldig's hand. A deep chuckle drifted to his ears, followed by a hand pressing down on his hip to keep him still as the other hand moved with sharp, clipped precision over the stiff flesh, drawing muffled moans and cried from the teen. Just when he thought he was going to lose it, the fist stopped, gripping the base of his cock firmly. {I don't think so kitten, not yet.}

The hand on his hip moved and soon the hand on his cock was replaced with a soft jelly-like ring, which fit just tightly enough to deny him release. Omi whimpered and writhed. He started to move his hands when they were caught up in one of the German's hands and tied together with soft nylon cords, the ends of which were tied to the handles of the desk drawers. Omi could still move his arms, but couldn't raise them higher than a few inches over his face. He was completely helpless.

How many times had his fevered fantasies sent him into a situation like this? It was enough to make him come right there, if it weren't for that damned ring.

"Don't worry kitten. I've been waiting for this for a long time. It won't be much longer." Schuldig ran a hand through the silky blond locks, then down the slender neck. The black t-shirt was pushed up to Omi's armpits, exposing his chest and stomach to the roaming hands, which stopped to pinch and roll his pale pink nipples. Omi moaned, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the air, looking for some kind of friction, which it found as the German wrapped his lips around the throbbing member, sucking the entire length down without batting an eye, causing his kitten to yowl with frustrated pleasure. Slim fingered hands gripped the hips again to pin them in place as he moved his mouth over the hot, stiff flesh, the taste alone causing the German to give a soft moan.

Omi strained against his bonds, Schuldig's name muffled by the gag, as well as his pleas and moans for release. He panted hard, his sandy blond head thrashing back and forth as the pressure in his lower abdomen continued to build, well past when he should have come.

Schuldig.

The German cursed at the voice in his head. {Fuck off Brad. I'm busy.]

I know. Stop fucking with your little kitten and move your ass. Abyssinian is heading your way, with Balinese and Siberian right after him.

"Fuck!" He growled, the stiff member slipping from his mouth. Omi gave a long, piteous moan of loss as the suction stopped.

"Sorry kitten, your friends are about to ruin our party." The redhead removed the cock ring, giving the boy's flesh a few good pumps. The little blond arched from the desk as he came, his moans of pleasure muffled. He didn't have long to enjoy the afterglow however, as Schuldig pulled out a knife, slicing through the cords that held the Weiß assassin down. He removed the gag as well, leaning down to give the boy a rough, hurried kiss before turning and leaping from the window.

{I'll see you later kitten, that's a promise.}

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A/N: Hi everyone! Look! I updated. Finally! This chapter has been opened on my computer for over a week! o.o

Schu: *glares* And I still haven't gotten laid!

Meep... uhm.>.> .. Blame them. *points to the Weiß boys*

Yohji: I'm not getting laid, and you don't hear me complaining.

Schu: You're not the main focus of the story.

Yohji: Neither are you.

Schu: Bullshit I'm not.

Uhm... he's kinda right, Schuschu... this is a more Omi centered fic...

Schu: But I'm still one of the main characters! Plus I'm sexy! Dead sexy!

I'm very well aware of the. *meow*

Schu: *poses*

Omi: If this is about me, why aren't I saying anything?

Because you have to go calm Nagi down?

Nagi: *looking like he did when Tot died and he blew everything to bits*

Omi: O.O Na-chan! *runs to snuggle him and calm him down* You're still my one and only!

Nagi: .. *sniffles* Really?

Omi: *nods* Blame her. *points to Jade*

*screams as she gets flipped upside down* Heeeeeeeeeeellllpppppppp!!!