Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Drabble Equations ❯ please don't ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: frk_werewolf 
for livejournal's slashthedrabble prompt #39: Please Don't.
Contains rape.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
for livejournal's slashthedrabble prompt #39: Please Don't.
Contains rape.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.12.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
Series Title: Blood and Lust
For slashthedrabble's #39: Please Don't...
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: Nearly all of these are rated R.
Warning: varies from drabble to drabble, but: death, rape, blood, torture! It's Farfarello, people!
Note: From Farfarello's point of veiw, because there is nothing better.
#1: Kitten Blood
Pairing: Farfarello/Omi
Words: 100
Crimson regret. That’s the way he tasted. Coating in his own blood, Omi looked like an angel from hell.
“Don’t.” Omi whimpered.
Cry all you want, little kitten. I’ve tasted your flesh and now I shall taste your sex.
“Please don‘t.”
Ah, the plea of the angel that has fallen from heaven. Truly, your heart beats to strongly for the salvation your desire. I can only contemplate, in the back of my mind. Ah, but the front of my mind is consumed by your heat and the tightness of your virgin passage.
Hush little kitten, you’ll meet your maker soon.
#2: Equals
Pairing: Farfarello/Ken
Words: 100
They told me I couldn’t have you. That I would twist you and destroy you, my little soccer player. Oh, but they do not see it, do they? They do not see the darkness within your soul.
Please, you say. Don’t, you say. But I see the gleam in your eyes, the smile that curves your lips.
Please, I say as you cut into my flesh. Don’t, I beg as you reach to remove my eye patch.
Oh, how they were wrong. I must have you. We were meant for each other. Cut from the same mold, we are equals.
#3: Poison Lips
Pairing: Farfarello/Yohji
Words: 100
Your lips are poison, did you know? I kiss them and I feel pain. A strange sensation that normally never touches my flesh.
“Please don’t.” You say, eyes filled with fear.
But I must, little one. I must carve your creamy flesh, bringing forth the drops of blood. I must strip those tiny clothes you flaunt yourself in. I must remove those bright green eyes and tear out that wheat blonde hair.
Oh, little Balinese, you shall now the true meaning of pain and torment! You will see what horror is! All because you touched me with your poison lips.
#4: Cold Flesh
Pairing: Farfarello/Aya
Words: 200
Your blood matches your hair, even the highlights. Your purple eyes are dazed from blood loss. I make another cut. You do not whisper a word.
The pleasure it is to find another with no need for pain. Who sees this place as one giant world of torment! Do you dream of the pain filled hearts that crowd our Tokyo streets? Do you whisper into their ears, telling them of the death and walks along their side?
Oh, how I wish to make you beg for death. To beg for the release of the pain I cause. Would you say please? Would tell me to stop? Don’t! No! What words would you dare speak to this devil that carves artwork into your flesh?
Ah, but you know as well as I do that your flesh is dead. As pale as your heart is dark. Frozen on the outside, barren on the inside? Yes, I believe so.
Your skin is so cold, little rose. Shall I heat it up? You must realize by now, darling Aya, that my desire for you grows with each drop of blood.
Will I hear your voice now, as you cry and scream for the end?
#5: Control
Pairing: Farfarello/Crawford
Words: 100
You desire control in your life, more than the pleasures of the flesh. I desire vengeance to what is known as God, more than anything in this world.
Tell me, Brad Crawford, do you feel control when you press me into that bed? Do you feel it when I bend under your powerful hands? How about now, as blood trickles down my thigh?
“Please, don’t.”
How many times you’ve said that of my kills! Is this person important to your plot of life? Pity. You desire control, dear Crawford. I desire revenge toward God and the death of his followers.
#6: Amongst Death
Pairing: Farfarello/Schuldig
Words: 100
“Please don’t.” The last words of our victim. Shall we kill him together, love?
A dying breath. I must have you now, Schuldig. I must revel in the blood that coats your clothes, in the smirk that flits across your face, in the mind that could kill a man within seconds. I must have you.
Your tongue tastes of copper. Your flesh is smooth. Our kill lays forgotten at our feet, growing cold as the minutes pass. Clothes are separated from flesh, draped around the room.
You moan loudly. Tonight you’ll scream for me and we will feast on death.
#7: Innocence Lost
Pairing: Farfarello/Nagi
Words: 200
I wonder if you were once innocent, my little one. Before the men of the streets got to your youthful body. Before your screams of Please, don’t! echoed down the alleys of the night.
You are no longer innocent, just as I am no longer pure. Ah, the duo we make! One coated in the scars of vengeance, the other with a face of an elf and the eyes of a killer.
“I do not love you, Farfarello.” You say. But I do not believe you.
You love me, I know. It’s in the smile you give when I get excited over a new knife. It’s the passion in your eyes every time you watch me kill. Do you like the blood that coats my body, dripping from my fingers like a crimson river?
“And I love you, Nagi.” I reply. It amuses you. Just as when I read book after book, from Of Human Bondage to The Joy Of Gay Sex. Or when I fix you dinner, but prepare nothing for Schuldig, resulting in him complaining for an hour.
You were once innocent. Before life and death happened. Before I took you into my arms and into my bed.
For slashthedrabble's #39: Please Don't...
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: Nearly all of these are rated R.
Warning: varies from drabble to drabble, but: death, rape, blood, torture! It's Farfarello, people!
Note: From Farfarello's point of veiw, because there is nothing better.
#1: Kitten Blood
Pairing: Farfarello/Omi
Words: 100
Crimson regret. That’s the way he tasted. Coating in his own blood, Omi looked like an angel from hell.
“Don’t.” Omi whimpered.
Cry all you want, little kitten. I’ve tasted your flesh and now I shall taste your sex.
“Please don‘t.”
Ah, the plea of the angel that has fallen from heaven. Truly, your heart beats to strongly for the salvation your desire. I can only contemplate, in the back of my mind. Ah, but the front of my mind is consumed by your heat and the tightness of your virgin passage.
Hush little kitten, you’ll meet your maker soon.
#2: Equals
Pairing: Farfarello/Ken
Words: 100
They told me I couldn’t have you. That I would twist you and destroy you, my little soccer player. Oh, but they do not see it, do they? They do not see the darkness within your soul.
Please, you say. Don’t, you say. But I see the gleam in your eyes, the smile that curves your lips.
Please, I say as you cut into my flesh. Don’t, I beg as you reach to remove my eye patch.
Oh, how they were wrong. I must have you. We were meant for each other. Cut from the same mold, we are equals.
#3: Poison Lips
Pairing: Farfarello/Yohji
Words: 100
Your lips are poison, did you know? I kiss them and I feel pain. A strange sensation that normally never touches my flesh.
“Please don’t.” You say, eyes filled with fear.
But I must, little one. I must carve your creamy flesh, bringing forth the drops of blood. I must strip those tiny clothes you flaunt yourself in. I must remove those bright green eyes and tear out that wheat blonde hair.
Oh, little Balinese, you shall now the true meaning of pain and torment! You will see what horror is! All because you touched me with your poison lips.
#4: Cold Flesh
Pairing: Farfarello/Aya
Words: 200
Your blood matches your hair, even the highlights. Your purple eyes are dazed from blood loss. I make another cut. You do not whisper a word.
The pleasure it is to find another with no need for pain. Who sees this place as one giant world of torment! Do you dream of the pain filled hearts that crowd our Tokyo streets? Do you whisper into their ears, telling them of the death and walks along their side?
Oh, how I wish to make you beg for death. To beg for the release of the pain I cause. Would you say please? Would tell me to stop? Don’t! No! What words would you dare speak to this devil that carves artwork into your flesh?
Ah, but you know as well as I do that your flesh is dead. As pale as your heart is dark. Frozen on the outside, barren on the inside? Yes, I believe so.
Your skin is so cold, little rose. Shall I heat it up? You must realize by now, darling Aya, that my desire for you grows with each drop of blood.
Will I hear your voice now, as you cry and scream for the end?
#5: Control
Pairing: Farfarello/Crawford
Words: 100
You desire control in your life, more than the pleasures of the flesh. I desire vengeance to what is known as God, more than anything in this world.
Tell me, Brad Crawford, do you feel control when you press me into that bed? Do you feel it when I bend under your powerful hands? How about now, as blood trickles down my thigh?
“Please, don’t.”
How many times you’ve said that of my kills! Is this person important to your plot of life? Pity. You desire control, dear Crawford. I desire revenge toward God and the death of his followers.
#6: Amongst Death
Pairing: Farfarello/Schuldig
Words: 100
“Please don’t.” The last words of our victim. Shall we kill him together, love?
A dying breath. I must have you now, Schuldig. I must revel in the blood that coats your clothes, in the smirk that flits across your face, in the mind that could kill a man within seconds. I must have you.
Your tongue tastes of copper. Your flesh is smooth. Our kill lays forgotten at our feet, growing cold as the minutes pass. Clothes are separated from flesh, draped around the room.
You moan loudly. Tonight you’ll scream for me and we will feast on death.
#7: Innocence Lost
Pairing: Farfarello/Nagi
Words: 200
I wonder if you were once innocent, my little one. Before the men of the streets got to your youthful body. Before your screams of Please, don’t! echoed down the alleys of the night.
You are no longer innocent, just as I am no longer pure. Ah, the duo we make! One coated in the scars of vengeance, the other with a face of an elf and the eyes of a killer.
“I do not love you, Farfarello.” You say. But I do not believe you.
You love me, I know. It’s in the smile you give when I get excited over a new knife. It’s the passion in your eyes every time you watch me kill. Do you like the blood that coats my body, dripping from my fingers like a crimson river?
“And I love you, Nagi.” I reply. It amuses you. Just as when I read book after book, from Of Human Bondage to The Joy Of Gay Sex. Or when I fix you dinner, but prepare nothing for Schuldig, resulting in him complaining for an hour.
You were once innocent. Before life and death happened. Before I took you into my arms and into my bed.