Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Catnip ❯ Catnap ( Chapter 2 )

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, OxS (yes, OmixSchu. It's not a typo. o.O) and Omi going solo *evil grin*. I managed to impress myself with the amount of smut in this chapter. ^.^ Yaoi. (Boy on boy lovin' folks) 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. 2 - Catnap

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"Omi.." The redhead whimpered softly, kneeling before the younger blond. The boy's jaw dropped. What in the hell was happening? Obviously he could see what was happening. Schuldich was kneeling just a few feet away, wearing only leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, a black leather G-string that just barely concealed him, and a thin leather collar around his throat. All of the items were highlighted by shiny silver pyramid spikes or rings, even the G-string.

But why? They were on a mission! Was Schuldich trying to distract him? Apparently. Was is working? Of course it was working. It shouldn't have, but it was. Omi was only human for Christ's sake.

"Tsukiyono-sama.." the German purred, leaning forward so his hands touched the ground as he slowly began his cat-like crawl to the Weiß assassin.

Omi swallowed hard past the lump in his throat. This was not happening. It couldn't be happening. This was Schuldich! The sly, evil, manipulative telepath... who was carefully nuzzling his face against Omi's thighs and looking up with nothing but pure want and need in his eyes. A look Omi was positive he was reflecting back at the kneeling man.

"Please?" The word came out more like a soft puff of air, rather than an actual spoken word. Long fingered hands ran up and down Omi's thighs and over the very obvious bulge in the front of his pants. "Please?" The word drifted up to the teen's ears again. Just the sound of that word rolling over the German's tongue and out of his inviting mouth was making him harder than he'd ever thought imaginable. This was so not right.

Then again, neither was killing people.

Omi nodded slightly. Schuldich smiled as if the younger assassin had just given him the world. The red-head's fingers dug into Omi's hips as that delicious mouth descended to the waistband of his shorts. White teeth caught the material and slowly pulled down, letting the clothing puddle around Omi's ankles. Teal eyes turned up to meet sky blue as the German lightly mouthed Omi's straining member through the silk of his boxers. A soft groan passed Omi's lips and his hands instinctively tangled themselves in the flame red hair below him.

"Omi..." Schuldich groaned, his voice husky and deep with lust as his lips continue brushing the hard flesh through the silk, saliva mixing with the precome already soaking the fabric. "Please, Omi..." The German panted softly, causing the teen's cock to twitch slightly.

"Quiet." Omi whimpered. If the German kept saying that word like that, the boy would come before he knew what happened. "And don't stop."

Schuldich nodded slightly and said nothing else as he grabbed the waistband of the boxers in his teeth and slowly pulled them down as well, letting the silk fall down to the ground with the cotton shorts.

"Tsukiyono-san.." He purred, lightly lapping and sucking on Omi's sac, savoring the sounds coming from the youngest Weiß member. "Mmm.."

Omi tossed his head back, his fingers digging harshly into the German's scalp. It had to hurt, but the blond found that he didn't particularly care. All he cared about was the hot, talented tongue dancing around his ever growing desire.

A gasp was wrenched from Omi's throat as he suddenly found his entire length buried in the German's mouth and throat. "Kami... Schu! Don't... don't stop.."

A soft moan from the German was the only reply the teen got.

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*CRACK*

Omi's head shot up from his desk with a cry and he looked around. A good twenty some odd people were looking at him and giggling. Swallowing nervously, Omi looked up. Standing above him was a very angry, very balding, very middle aged sensei holding a meter stick.

"Tsukiyono-san. Please translate the following sentence into Japanese. 'I will never fall asleep in English class again.'"

With a slight, humiliated whimper, Omi did as told.

The sensei nodded. "Good. Now go stand in the hall for the rest of the class."

"Hai, sensei." Omi whimpered again, and slowly stood up, rushing out the door and praying that the hard-on he was sporting wasn't too obvious. That dream was much too real.

With a sigh, Omi closed the door and leaned back against the wall. That was so embarrassing. It was a good thing he was woken up when he was, though. He would have had to drop out of school completely if he had been woken up a few moments later.

Which reminded him...

Groaning slightly at his terrible predicament, Omi peered up and down the hall, then quickly ran for the boys' bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls. Letting out a sigh of relief, the teen undid the fly of his uniform slacks, hissing slightly as he coaxed the painfully hard length of flesh. He braced himself against the wall with one hand, letting the other quickly glide up and down his heated member, his thumb brushing roughly over the weeping slit. His breath started coming in quick, hitched gasps that he tried to stifle. When a moan threatened to break free, the blond quickly bit down on his lip.

"Please, Omi.." The German panted softly. In the mental image, Omi noticed the fair tinge of pink dusted across the man's ever obedient, ever wanton face. The look of unbridled want and need, all directed right at him. Because of him.

"Schuldich!" Omi cried before he could stop himself as he came, the pearly white fluid shooting over his hand an into the waiting toilet below. He stood there, panting slightly and trying to regain his composure before he had to clean up and go back to class.

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"God, so sweet..." The red-head purred, quietly lingering out the edge of Omi's mind as the pleasure washed over himself and the boy. He had only been playing with the boy for about a week, and he was already putty in his hands.

Lazily, the German trailed his tongue over his own seed-coated hand, shivering slightly. He needed to get that boy under him, and soon. He didn't know how much longer he could take it. Torturing himself like this was exquisite in and of itself, but torturing the Weiß kitten, torturing him in all the *right* ways to make him beg and cry for more, well that would just be all the better.

{Oi, Brad. When do we get to tangle with the kittens again?}

Another week or so. Why? Came the reply.

Schuldich smirked slightly, squeezing his once again hardening member. {Just want to be prepared.}

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A/N: Look! I updated it! And I changed the name. I thought "Catnip" sounded better. And it plays on my whole "Weiß kitten" obsession. Hmm.. I'm too lazy to write a good A/N. My muses are all tired. I blame my new Gravitation muses.

Shuichi: La li ho! *glomps Jade*

Ack!! *ruffles the pink hair*

Schu and Hiro: *going at it, growling and moaning like a pair of feral dogs*

*sigh* oh well. At least it's not completely bad. ^.^

Ran: I can't sleep with them doing... that.

Farfie: *stares at Shuichi* ... your hair hurts God.

Yuki and Yohji: *size each other up*

Omi: *looks at Suguru* ... You're cute! ^.^

Nagi: *pouts*

Omi: Not as cute as my Nagi, of course. ^^;;;

Nagi: *smiles and glomps Omi*

Ken: *looks at Hiro and Schu all forlorn-like* I wanna work out...

Schu: *grabs Ken's wrist and drags him up on the bed, not taking his eyes (or any other part) off of Hiro*

Ken: Yay! *gets nekkid*

Ran: Jade... I need to sleep! I can't brood and be generally angsty if I can't sleep!

*sigh* I need to get another dorm just for all the muses...