Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cocoon of Lies ❯ Temptation (Schu) ( Chapter 4 )

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Warnings: homosexual themes, language, drugs use, non graphic sex, pseudo sex, very strong violence, OOC-ness, supernatural themes, death, (mental) bond, horror, blood and gore and everything like such.

Temptation (Schuldich)

It's humiliating enough to work out after dancing with him for 7 whole songs that you're dancing with your former worst enemy. But it's even more embarrassing to discover your roommate and former teammate staring at him as he sat beside you for 10 minutes straight. Then staring at HIS partner for another 10 minutes.

That's it I decide, no more night clubbing with me for Nagi for the rest of his life.

I snap my fingers in front of Nagi's face. He shakes his head suddenly and said in the most distant voice I've ever heard him use. "Schuldich we should go."

"Why?" I whine, "it's only 11, and I still haven't found a bed partner for tonight. Unless," I smirk at him, "you want to volunteer that is."

I can see him blushing. God, this kid's too bunched up, I think unhappily, I must've let him spend too much time with Mr. Stick-up-in-ass-American Crawford.

"Shut up." He tells me, humiliated. "If you're not going then I am!" He stands up; gulping down the vodka I gave him in one gulp and sways.

I grab his elbow, steadying him. "Sure Nagi, where?"

It takes him 3 seconds to realize he doesn't have the key and turns to me. "Anywhere to get away from YOU."

I place my other hand on my heart. "Nagi, I'm hurt, you don't love me anymore?"

"I never loved you Schuldich." He tells me sternly, it's not hard to forget he's only 17.

"So cruel, young one." I stroke his hair. "Alright, you can go. But make sure you don't get raped." I laughed harshly and walked away. Leaving the three pairs of piercing eyes behind me.

I was nearly at the dance floor when I felt a hand touch my elbow. I twirl around to find the red kitten staring at me.

"Love me too much to let me go?" I whisper sensuously. He looks down, flushed.

I laugh harshly, and snakes an arm around his waist, god he's gorgeous. I regard my partner as we began moving.

He's wearing black plastic pants that left little to the imagination. His top is silky red polyester with see through stripes on it, loose and unbuttoned; it both hides and reveals his lithe chest and abdomen. I catch something red on his chest. His hair's spiked up with glittery gel, and I realize in surprise that his ear-tails are nowhere to be found. He wears only a little mascara, and a chain with a little crucifix is dangling from his neck. Diamond nubs replace long drop earrings; it twinkles as it catches the light.

I feel hot just looking at him.

It seems a bit unfair, as I'm practically eating him using my eyes. Then I notice his eyes; they are on a particular part of my body that almost made me feel a bit embarrassed. And I emphasize almost.

Our eyes meet and to my surprise the corner of his mouth twists up as he looks down on me through his eyelashes. God he's asking for it. I return the look by pressing my body to his and rubbing. He gasps in pleasure but quickly recovers and rubs me back in response.

Our mouth meet and I slip my arms around his waist again, he grabs my mane and holds my mouth to his as he slowly opens them and licks across my tongue. I gasp in surprise and he takes advantage of it, slipping his tongue deeper inside my mouth.

Where did he learn to kiss like this? I probe his mind and find an image of him and that what's-his-face flirt doing exactly what we're doing right now. Anger and bitter jealousy take over my mind as I shove him away.

He questions me with his eyes; "I'm not some kind of substitute for that flirt." I hiss at him.

He widens his eyes in surprise, but then remembers that I'm telepathy. "I'm sorry."

"No you're not, how could you be?"

He simply nods; I'm surprised at how honest he is. Then without warning his mouth is on mine again, sensuous and erotic. My arm snakes around his waist once again and I probe his mouth with my tongue. He allows the invasion and I fuck his mouth with my tongue. Hands roaming and pressing to his torso, our upper bodies clash against each other. He gasps in pleasure as his nipple brush against mine.

Then he pushes me away, looking around the club. Even though nobody seems to notice us I know that he's conscious, and the idea of fucking in front of everybody in a nightclub doesn't seem too inviting, even to me. He holds his keys to his Porsche up to my eyes. I smirk. "Yours or mine?"

"Yours." He answers simply, and grabs my hand hurrying us to the exit. I spot Nagi talking to the blond and toss him my keys.