Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Catnip ❯ Contact ( Chapter 1 )

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, a small amount of blood, SxOxY and Omi going solo *evil grin*. I managed to impress myself with the amount of smut in this chapter. ^.^ Yaoi. Don't like, don't read. This is the warning. Italics indicate personal thought, whereas {italics} indicate Schu talking telepathically.

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Catnip

Ch. 1 - Contact

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Omi sighed as he slipped into his room. He didn't even bother turning on the lights as he knew the room by heart. Tonight had been a strange mission, too strange for him to even being trying to wrap his mind around. Luckily they had all gotten out with just a few bumps and scratches, except Ken who received a broken arm. Of course that had been due to Ken's clumsiness, but none of them through that Kritiker needed to know that.

All Omi wanted to do right now was go to sleep. Stifling a yawn, the sandy blond boy dropped his darts and crossbow into a chair over by his dresser, flinging his assassin gear on top of it then pulling on a pair of black cotton pajama bottoms. Maybe he could still get a few hours before he had to get up for school. The blood could wait until after he got back.

The young assassin sank into his mattress, groaning lightly at the softness. With another light sigh he closed his eyes, falling asleep in almost the same instant.

A mass of flame colored hair and teal eyes peered into the darkened room where the youngest Weiß assassin had just turned in, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He didn't move from his crouch on the building's fire escape, just poking gently at the boy's mind to see what he could stir up. A few minutes later an eyebrow shot up and Schuldich had to work to suppress a chuckle.

Well, well. Looks like the innocent little kitten isn't as innocent as I thought. Schuldich licked his lips and plunged headlong into Omi's dream.

The young sandy blond was kneeling in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, the stifling heat causing the boy's skin to shine with a light coat of sweat. Crisscrossing his thin, naked form several times was Balinese's wire. There was a bit of blood where the wire bit a little too harshly into the flesh, not to mention that sweet little Bombay was panting and whimpering for all he was worth as he struggled weakly.

Schuldich crouched down behind some convenient crates and watched, his own cock already throbbing at the sight of the helpless Weiß kitten.

"Yohji?" The teen whimpered lightly, like he was petrified to speak out of turn.

The German had to bite back a moan, rubbing the heel of his hand over his straining erection slightly to relieve some of the tension as he let the dream progress as normal. The kid was too hot for his own good.

"Shh." Yohji's voice rang loud and clear from somewhere. "I'm still admiring you, bishounen."

Omi swallowed hard, his large blue eyes darting around to try and see the eldest Weiß member. Finally the lanky blond emerged from the shadows, completely naked and fully aroused. Slowly he began to circle the younger boy, still apparently admiring him.

The smaller blond whimpered slightly, wiggling around as if trying to loosen the wire, but only pulling it tighter.

"Omittchi.." Yohji clucked his tongue as the wire bit hard into fresh skin, drawing a little more blood. "You shouldn't have done that." He pushed the boy over carefully so his chest was resting on the ground and his sweet little ass was pushed up, the wires holding him open and still.

"Now, pretty Omi..." the lanky man purred, kneeling behind the boy and leaning over to whisper into his ear. "We're going to have some fun, right?" White teeth bit hard into Omi's fleshy earlobe, drawing a soft cry of pleasure and pain as the younger nodded. "But first I want you to meet a friend of mine.."

Large blue eyes opened, scanning hazily over the cold, concrete surroundings.

Schuldich grinned, happy with his manipulation as he quickly stripped and stepped over to the other two men.

Omi let out a yelp. "Schwarz!" He cried, struggling to get away, only causing the wires to tighten further.

"Shh, katzchen." The redhead cooed, running a hand down the side of Omi's face. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just came to play."

More wires were suddenly holding Omi's upper body parallel to the ground. Schuldich stroked a hand up Omi's chest and up his throat. The boy swallowed nervously. "Yohji..." He keened.

"Quiet." The older blond hissed, drawing a whimper from the bound boy, "Or we won't play so nice."

"Don't scare the boy, Kudou." Schuldich purred, brushing his lips over Omi's. "He won't want to play then."

"Hai. Gomen, Omi." Yohji cooed, licking slowly down Omi's spine. "We want to play with you."

The boy whimpered, his whimpers turning to light moans as Yohji's tongue reached his tailbone, then continued it's decent down between his soft cheeks, tickling around his puckered opening.

Schuldich greedily swallowed the moans as he kissed the boy a bit harder, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth.

Omi gasped and shivered as Yohji's tongue gently pushed into him, strong hands kneading his cheeks and spreading them further apart.

"Mm.. bishounen." Yohji purred, nipping lightly at one of Omi's soft cheeks. "You know what would make me really hot?"

The boy just whimpered and moaned softly, his head resting on Schuldich's shoulder as the red-head suckled on his neck.

"Suck Schuldich off." The older blond cooed, giving Omi's rear another soft bite.

"Nani!?" Omi yelped, quickly melting as the warm wet muscle went back to more pleasant tasks. "Ng.. haaii..."

Schuldich grinned, nipping Omi's throat then standing up, his dripping cock right in Omi's face. "Go on, bishounen." The red-head grinned, his long fingers sifting through the boy's sandy blond hair, nudging the head towards the center of his desire.

Omi swallowed nervously and licked his suddenly dry lips, then experimentally touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Schuldich's cock. The salty, musky taste exploded on his tongue and he immediately needed more. He quickly opened his mouth and began sucking the German in, crying out around it as he felt Yohji's slick erection slowly pushing into him at the same time.

"Such a talented little kitten.." Schuldich groaned as he stroked his hand through Omi's sandy blond hair, his hips pumping slowly into the little mouth.

"Such a good, tight little kitten.." Yohji moaned, placing feather light kisses across Omi's shoulders and neck as he became fully seated in younger boy's body and quickly beginning to thrust in and out, not giving him much time to adjust.

Omi moaned at the praise, rocking back and forth between the two men and savoring the feel of being filled so fully, so completely. Hands gripped at his head and at his hips, holding him steady as their owners drove themselves into him. He easily relaxed his throat, allowing the German's cock to slide down slightly as the boy sucked, twirling his tongue around the invading flesh.

Yohji pressed his forehead against Omi's bound shoulder, panting and groaning into his ear as he drove himself in and out of the impossibly tight heat. The younger boy cried out as the older repeatedly hit a small bundle of nerves, causing his entire body to tense and shudder.

Suddenly the red-head let out a near-feral roar, his finger digging painfully into Omi's scalp as his seed shot deep into the boy's throat. The young blond struggled to swallow it all, much of it however, leaked out around the seal of his lips and dripped down his chin. Schuldich stood for a moment or two, trying to steady himself, then finally gave up and sank down on his knees, pressing his forehead lightly against the panting, moaning boy's. "That, bishounen, was incredible." He purred, then tilted his head lightly to lap at Omi's chin. He slowly cleaned off what the blond boy hadn't gotten, moving to lap at the slightly bruised, slightly parted lips. Those lips almost instantly closed over the tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Schuldich grinned and kissed Omi hard, intent of further bruising his already abused lips.

Dream's over, kitten. He thought to himself, not ready to let the boy know what was really happening. Schuldich bit down hard on Omi's lip. He heard Omi and Yohji cry out at the same time as he quickly withdrew from the dream, effectively ending it. A split second later Omi let out a yelp and sat up in his bed, looking around. Schuldich ducked down out of sight, staying on the outskirts of the Weiß boy's mind. Once the boy settled, Schuldich peered back in the window.

You sure don't waste time, do you? A smirk played on Schuldich's lips as he watched Omi.

Omi whimpered, although it was more disappointed than anything. The dream had been amazing, but left him completely unsatisfied. With a quiet sigh, he slipped one hand under his covers and past the waistband of his pajama bottoms, wrapping his strong, nimble archer's fingers around his painfully hard length. He stroked the flesh slowly, almost teasing, biting his lip to suppress a groan. Behind his closed eyes, flickers and glimpses of his dream replayed before him. Bound in Yohji's wires, unable to move. The feel of the harsh wire biting into his soft, sensitive skin; a long, hard cock thrusting down his throat.

His hand picked up a little, tightening ever-so-slightly around the stiff, hot flesh in his hand. The sounds and sensations all beginning to play back and wash over his body. A soft, mewling whimper escaped his throat as he bucked his hips up slightly, feeling the muscles in his lower abdomen tensing.

With a soft pinch behind the head, the sandy blond gasped and arched up, spilling his seed over his hand, thighs, and pajamas.

Purring softly, Omi fell back against his pillows, not bothering to move his hand. He laid there for a few minutes, happily content. Suddenly he bolted upright in his bed again.

"NANI!? SCHULDICH!?" He screamed, then groaned loudly as he covered his face with his clean hand in sheer embarrassment. Closing his eyes, he said a small prayer to whatever Gods he still believed in that no one had just heard him.

Sighing a sigh of tortured resignation, Omi glanced out the window, glaring at the bright orange glaring back at him.

The sun was up.

Sighing, Omi slowly climbed out of bed, wiping his hand on his pajama bottoms and headed for the shower. This couldn't be a good omen for the rest of the day.

Schuldich grinned, leaning against the wall as he sat sated on the fire escape. He carefully zipped up he trousers, stifling a chuckle. This was going to be fun. Although he was slightly disappointed about not getting to tarnish sweet, innocent Omi as he had been planning to do. But maybe this would turn out to be even more fun. It was like teasing a kitten by tangling a string it it's face. He would pretend to ignore it for a while, but in the end it always happened. Eventually the kitten would give in and play.

Yes. Schuldich mused as he silently crept down the metal rungs of the fire escape. This is going to be very fun.

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A/N: *drools* Oh my. Did I really write that? Wow… Uhm… yeah.. *drools*

Schu: Holy crap! *hooks an arm around both Omi and Yohji* Look at what we did! We are such naughty boys. Especially you, Omittchi.

Omi: *growls* Shut up. This was your idea, anyway.

*things can be heard exploding, along with Nagi screaming in pure anger*

Omi: Eep! Nagi! Nagi, baby it's not my fault! Blame them!

Nagi baby? *giggles* How kawaii!

Omi: *glares the Patented Fujimiya Glare O' Doom, then runs after Nagi*

Aya: *wearing glasses and a stereotypical infomercial looking sweater* Hello. I'm Fujimiya Ran. I discovered the patented "Fujimiya Glare O' Doom" when I was five. My mother wouldn't let me have any ice cream. However after I perfected this glare, I got as much ice cream as I wanted. Until that bastard Takatori came and killed my parents and put my little sister in a coma. TAKATORI, SHI-NE! *clears his throat and regains his composure.* Anyway, you too can learn the secret to the patented "Fujimiya Glare O' Doom." Just send away for the booklet, along with an instructional tape! Only 3 easy payments of $49.95, as well as one complicated payment of $59.96 and a half. Every purchase gets a complimentary bottle of Fujimiya brand blood red hair dye. My hair might be natural this color, but if it wasn't, I would use Fujimiya brand blood red hair dye too. It's a win-win situation folks. Just call us up at… What's Jade's dorm number?

Farfie: *long bleeping sound as Farfie rattles off the number*

Aya: Right. So call now! Operators are standing by!

*Yohji, Brad, Sena, and Ryo are all sitting next to one cordless phone, staring at it*

Brad: *picks up the phone suddenly* Hello? .. Damnit! *hangs up* I saw someone was going to..

*phone rings*

Yohji: *picks up, talks for a few minutes, writes some stuff down, then gets up* Well, I have a date now. Ta! *walks out the door with the paper*