Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Closer ❯ Closer ( Chapter 1 )

AoS: Yeah .. Just watched Level C .. need to write some smut … ^_~

Aijin: Yessssss … smut with no evil little vicious plot bunnies … see what happened last time I tried to help write? ::shows nasty gouge:: :: nurses wound::

AoS: Yeah … O.o Well, anyway, this is my first Weib fic … ^^;; and my first lemon to boot ..

Aijin: Well, technically you wrote that Wolf’s Rain one …

AoS: Yeah, but it wasn’t a full-fledged lemon … just a very very citrus lime …

Aijin: yeah .. Poor Tsume didn’t get any at all …it was all Tooboe… ^_~

AoS: #-_-# Yeah well … Shut up … Omi-kun, will you do the disclaimer please?

Omi: Hai hai ^_^ Sono Aisu no Supedo (The Ace of Spades) doesn’t own Weib Kreuz or any of its affiliated people, places, concepts, etc.

AoS: ^_^ I also don’t own the song “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails… ^_~

Aijin: Ok, ok, we get it - start writing. Now.

AoS: -_-’ Fine. Be that way… meanie … :P

Closer

You let me violate you …

You let me desecrate you …

You let me penetrate you …

You let me complicate you …

A long, low groan was pulled from the red head’s lips as he thrust his hips savagely into the lithe form below him that writhed from brutal, painful pleasure. They’d just finished a long, grueling mission that had a high casualty rate, and as such, tensions were high-strung. It hadn’t been Abyssinian’s idea - in fact, it never was; the other always came to him, asking if he was ‘stressed out’. The conversations always started off innocently enough, and, considering the initiate, could you expect anything less?

“A … Ayaaa~~!” the smaller boy panted out as he flung his head backwards, sweat soaked hair sending sparkles to float in the air and glisten in the moonlight. And this was always how they ended up - the pale assassin harshly caressing his partner’s gentle body, causing injury that he just couldn’t seem to help, and then, penetrating that tight entrance without warning, forever tearing his lover ( if they could be called that ) - violating him each time. Aya let out a sharp gasp as he felt the younger’s muscles clench suddenly, and he leaned down gracefully, teeth connecting with a creamy-pale shoulder and clamping down hard enough to draw blood; hard enough to mark the hacker for the umpteenth time, almost as if to rip him apart, piece by piece……

(Oh help me) I broke apart my insides -

(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell -

(Help me) The only thing that works for me -

Help me get away from myself …

Sapphire eyes were clenched shut tightly, thick beads of sweat rolling down the little one’s face. A single tear managed to squeeze its way out, and a choked sob pulled its way from Omi’s throat, head thrashing restlessly to one side.

“Save me, please!” the shout ended in a sob as tear-sparkling blue eyes opened quickly, breath gasping past slightly parted lips. Omi laid where he was for a good minute, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling as another tear slipped down his face, though he made no move to stop it. And suddenly, a gentle hand was tracing his bangs, brushing them slowly from his face.

Amethyst eyes suddenly appeared in his line of vision as his lover leaned over him, and an unspoken question was posed, as it always was when the blonde woke in Aya’s bed from a nightmare. But, he couldn’t tell the red-head about anything that was running through his over-worked brain; from missions to his past, he would never let anyone take apart his insides and examine them but himself, because when they found out what lay there, they’d want nothing to do with him. I’d sell my soul first, he recalled deciding once before a second thought provoked a wry smile. Yeah, but that probably won’t work too well; after all, I’ve got no soul to sell. Well, at least, not one that’s worth much. Or so was his thinking process as he recalled that his father wouldn’t pay a ransom to keep him safe when he was a child and still 100 times more innocent that he was now.

Gazing up into those almost concerned violet depths, Omi suddenly pulled his lover down and pressed their lips together. He needed Abyssinian - needed to feel his lover on him, over him, inside of him - to make him feel wanted. If only for a short while. It was the only thing that worked for him - the only thing that would get him away from himself … and his thoughts of self-loathing.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

My whole existence is flawed -

You get me closer to GOD.

Rolling his hips against the younger, the pale red head crushed their bodies together, demanding entrance with a sharp bite to the blonde’s lower lip, hot, coppery-tanged liquid splashing onto his tongue as it plundered the small, submissive cavern. This recently started happening when Omi woke up from a less than pleasant dream; they boy never spoke, never moved until Aya came into his line of vision. And then, it always became a desperate, wanting kiss that begged him to take the supple body below his. And that pleading submission ignited a fire in the older assassin’s blood that he could never suppress, no matter how much he tried.

“A … Ayaaaahhhh~ …” the blond moaned out as his lover slid his hands along the boy’s body, nails scratching fine red lines into smooth flesh. Nipping down the younger’s chest, he sucked on a particularly cherry colored scratch, tongue teasing a half gasp from the other’s throat as the salty mix of blood and sweat assaulted his taste buds. Lavender eyes darkened to near-black as he looked up at the smaller boy’s face. Blue eyes were clenched shut, flushed face taut and mouth open in a gape. Head thrown back, breath panting as sweat just began to glisten on his light skin and make him seem to glow in the moon light. And he wanted nothing more than to claim that beauty as his; to fuck him like an animal.

Sharply biting one of the semi-erect nipples that was begging for attention, a shiver raced down his back that was so fine it was almost unnoticed as slim fingers curled in his hair, pulling only a little as the pale one’s name was moaned out again. He was completely undeserving; he knew it - and he told himself this as he sat up half way, pulling the other’s hips up and wrapping slim legs around his waist, pausing at the other’s entrance and just watching him as the blonde fought for coherency. Hips jerking forward sharply so that tears glistened in the corners of lust-darkened blue eyes, his last thought before his mind was lost to pleasure was, But he can never be as close to heaven as I am because of that pain …I can’t even do that for him; My whole existence is flawed… …

You can have my isolation -

You can have the hate that it brings.

You can have my absence of faith -

You can have my everything.

Blue eyes closed for a moment as the blonde yawned, reflexive tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. These all-nighters killed him. Taking a long sip from his mug of ocha, he continued typing with one hand, miserably having no information on anything that he was looking for, and unable to do much about it, having been at the computer for 22 hours straight, only stopping to stretch and refill his mug of tea. He was going to feel it in the morning if he didn’t go to bed soon, but he hated to leave the computer without having at least some kind of lead……

Aya just watched as Omi yawned again and drained half of his mug in one gulp. The boy was sitting not two inches from the computer screen, fingers flying faster than they had any right to; he looked as if he were about to fall asleep right there. He’d been unable to sleep at even this late hour - simply not being tired enough. So he’d left his room in search of something else to occupy his time, and he hadn’t even realized he’d found it until it dawned on him that his eyes hadn’t left the back of Omi’s head since he exited the hallway half an hour previous.

A ceasing of the steady click of keys suddenly caught the assassin’s attention, and he looked over to see that the blonde had indeed fallen asleep at the keys, head resting on his arms just before touching the keyboard. This happened often, and usually, the jolt of his head hitting the desk caused him to snap back upwards and continue working, but it seemed he’d just been going for too long as this wasn’t the case; he was genuinely out of it, and not coming back any time soon.

He watched his small lover for a few minutes before turning and heading back to his room, only to return with the comforter from his bed, gently tucking it around the boy’s shoulders. He’d have carried the boy back to his bed so that he was more comfortable, but he didn’t want to wake him up, and if he did happen to wake up soon, he knew the boy’d want to keep working on this particularly tough case. The red head was about to turn and walk back to his room to attempt to train himself to exhaustion when his eyes caught sight of his smaller lover’s face, and his fingers seemed to grow a mind of their own as they reached down to touch the younger’s bangs. Why did this boy want him so much? Him, of all people? He had nothing to give him in return for the obvious affection he showed; he had no love to give - he was too intent on avenging his sister to show any emotion as such. You can have my isolation, he thought, gaze still locked on Bombay’s face. You can have the hate that it brings. You can have everything, but he knew that it didn’t amount to much. He was an empty shell as far as he or anyone else was concerned; he had been since the day of his sister’s accident. Why then, did Omi choose him?

Shaking his head, he broke free of his musings just before his fingers came into contact with the other’s fine spun gold locks. Turning and walking away almost more quickly than needed, he stalked down the hallway to his bedroom; yes, he most definitely needed to train himself into a state of lethargy……

(Help Me) You tear down my reason -

(Help Me) It’s your sex I can smell.

(Help Me) You make me perfect;

(Help Me) Help me become somebody else…

A familiar position was suddenly imposed as Aya looked down at the blonde, whose tear-filled eyes had just opened as he cried out again. The room was heavy with the scent of musk that would not dissipate; sex was almost tangible, so heavy was the smell in the air. Straddling the smaller’s hips, Aya’s hands came to rest on either side of the boy’s head as he leaned down, face barely an inch from his lover’s. He didn’t want to hurt this little one any more; he didn’t want to be so lost in feeling that he paid no mind to the blonde. All reasoning was gone; before he’d started this … relationship with the hacker, if you could call it that, he hadn’t given a damn how anyone else felt; hadn’t been able to because he had focused all his attentions on avenging her.

But now, a small portion of that attentiveness had been deterred, and was beginning to focus on Omi. And for some reason, he really couldn’t bring himself to be … angry … or to push the other away when he realized what was happening. It made no sense to him; those blue eyes were enough to tear down any and all reason, and that small, delicate body made him feel perfect in every way - if only for an instant. It was as if, for a short time, he’d become somebody else; someone who wasn’t a trained assassin bent on revenge for his sister. And some small part of him wanted the other to feel that way as well.

Slowly, he tilted his head down, lips coming into a barest brush against the soft column of his lover’s neck. He resolved to try it new way this time; see if he could reciprocate the pleasure that he always received from the younger assassin…

I wanna fuck you like an animal,

I wanna feel you from the inside.

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed;

You get me closer to god.

A sharp gasp was issued from the exposed throat as Omi’s head dug into the pillow that lay underneath it. It felt sooo … so good … It was so different from every other time, not that it didn’t always feel good - but it felt so … amazing … He didn’t know what had gotten into Aya, but he almost wished it would stay. The red head was being so uncharacteristically gentle … Fingers teased his slip hips, and he gasped again before the sound turned into a heady moan that somewhat resembled his lover’s name. Warm lips followed close behind, and Aya’s tongue traced over his heated skin, completely fuzzing out most of his musings. Slim digits wrapped around him, and he almost lost it as they tightened, sliding up in a short jerk and creating a friction that sent his mind in a wild spiral to heights it had never before reached.

“Haa … A-ay-yaaahhhh … kkuuunnnnngggg~…” was all he managed to get out as a sudden, warm heat teased him across the tip, fingers still firmly grasping him and causing the fire to escalate even more, so that his mind couldn’t make sense of what was up or down … it was so … overwhelming; he was going mad - and he’d never felt so good… He knew he was eccentric, because only someone who was not all there would feel so close to a god that had already turned his back on him; this flawed murderer…

You get me closer TO GOD …

You get me closer … to god …

Owari …

AoS: That was … different …

Aijin: Yeah … you wrote it from uke point of view … ^_~ Cool. And it was four and a quarter pages without the notes … I’d say you did alright for a first try kid… And I do mean *both* of you … :: looks at Omi pointedly ::

Omi: //blushes//

AoS: ::glomps:: You’re so cute!! ^_^

Aijin: I think Ai got in there at some point though, because Aya was a bit too sentimental … he was OOC, I think …

AoS: I know … -_-’ But I couldn’t help it … someone gave her a bag of those valentine heart candies, and she was extremely hyper …she ate the whole back … and you know what she’s like when she’s hyper … o.O

Aijin: o.O Right… I’d have let her help too …

AoS: So, anyway, what did you guys think?? Be gentle please (AKA: don’t try to make me cry) it was my first real lemon, and the end was from a weird perspective … Yeah … ^^;; R’n’R …? Please?? Oh, and as a note: Ocha is green tea .. ^_~ I mentioned it somewhere above, and never defined it … ^^;;