Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Eject ❯ Eject One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own, I'm not making profit.




The room was swimming with sounds and vibrations. Thick smoke was hanging in the air. The beat of the music could be felt in every nerve. Images of people dancing, laughing and drinking flew by randomly.

Youji had a hard time keeping his balance. He felt light-headed and a bit dizzy. The woman sitting on his lap became more and more unimportant. A general feeling of indifference washed over him.

Lazily he fondled her breasts, not really caring. What was her name again? It didn’t matter. Habit made his right hand wander lower. It slipped into her thong. She let out a soft moan that seemed to be so far away.

His thoughts about the more important things in life were forgotten long ago. Alcohol was a good thing actually. It dulled his senses and let him enjoy the moment. Warmth was spreading in his body and beside everything he felt content with the world and himself.

The woman’s breathing became faster and faster as he continued his ministrations on her. She clung tighter to him. Threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She started almost gentle, but soon the kiss grew more urgent.

Her tongue was thick, warm and wet in his mouth. She tasted like cigarettes, alcohol and something else. He felt her drawing his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it eagerly. He heard him self moaning into her mouth. It felt good.

Through half-closed eyes he continued examining their surroundings. The people on the dance floor, devoting their movements to the fast and hard rhythm of the music. The lights flashing in different colors around the room. People at the bar drinking and joking. Couples heavily making out in the darker regions. It all didn’t matter all that much right now.

And that was a good thing.

The unknown woman on top of him removed her mouth from his. Soon he felt her tongue on its way down his neck. It felt warm and wet and sent small sparks of pleasure through his body.

Her hands caressed over his skin. Down his back, slid along his sides, played with his nipples, tried to grip his buttocks as much as this was possible. He felt a fleeting touch on the inside of his thighs, and then again her hands slid up his arms.

Her small bosom rubbed against him as he removed his left hand there. She pushed herself harder onto his fingers. Muffled sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth, barely audible against the music.

She unbuttoned his shirt and licked over the exposed skin. All in all he felt enormously good in a very warm way. His eyes flicked randomly between the dancing people and a couple of two good looking young men in a position much like the one he was in.

They were seated in a corner of the disco, with low lighting. The man on top had short blond hair and was wearing a blue shirt. His backside was exposed for all the world to see. A hand was playing with his entrance.

Youji removed his hand and pushed the woman further down until she was kneeling before him. She started to fumble clumsily with his fly and zipper. Youji helped her and pushed his jeans down to his knees.

The blank in his mind was more and more pushed aside by the pleasure and need this situation had provoked. She started stroking his semi-hard cock and let her other hand slide over his thighs again.

Not wanting to play Youji grabbed her hair and moved to where he wanted to feel that mouth. She didn’t need any further invitation. He threw his head back and groaned. Her wet mouth sucking him greedily felt so fucking good.

He started panting, his gasps and groans growing louder and louder. He couldn’t care less if someone heard him.

He was floating. The pleasure was taking him gently up and making his head even dizzier. He placed his foot under her and rubbed it against her roughly. She moaned around him, quickening her pace.

A woman in her early 30ies dressed in a little too conservative manner for the occasion stared at them rather boldly. He flicked his tongue at her, making her blush deeply. She abruptly spun her head in another direction, her eyes obviously coming to a halt at the male couple, Youji was eying earlier. Her blush deepened, a rather shocked expression on her face.

Than she got up and hastily fled from the disco. Youji laughed to himself, but was soon consumed by the increasing pleasure he was receiving. He closed his eyes and let himself be taken away by it.

Suddenly he didn’t feel that oh so eager little mouth on him anymore. He opened his eyes to see the woman standing in front of him, removing her jeans. That must’ve drawn at least some attention, even though they were in a considerably dark corner. He kind of liked the thought of other people seeing him fuck her.

When she was finished she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on him. She started moving up and down his shaft, her movements frantic and desperate. She managed a good pace, considering the circumstances. But it wasn’t fast enough for both of them.

Youji placed his hands on her hips and finally started ramming into her. She almost painfully tightly embraced him and buried her face in his neck. He now heard her heavy breathing, and her cries of pleasure. Past her random images from around them attacked Youji.

Again, people dancing. Some stares directed their way. Some people even touching themselves while enjoying the show. Some people touching themselves while watching something else. Youji’s eyes finally focused again on the couple in the other corner.

He still couldn’t see much of the man sitting on the chair. But the blond on top had shifted his position and was now facing the room. His cock stood out proudly as he was fucked from behind. His facial expression mirrored pain and pleasure alike in intensity. One arm was slung around his waist pulling him onto he man underneath. A hand crept up from behind to stroke his cock.

Everything all together made Youji so hot and needy. He loved this. Just plain and simply fucking into a willing hole, strangers watching him in awe and he likewise enjoying a show himself.

“Faster”

The single word was breathed into his ear in-between loud moans. It took a lot of control not to just do that, but he knew he wouldn’t last long if he did. He just loved this too much. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer at least.

The two men he was watching did increase their pace and the brutality of their doings. You could see it quite clearly on blondie’s face. But he seemed to like it that way. It didn’t take long until his seed spilled over the other man’s hand and onto the floor.

“Please…” Youji heard again the woman who still wanted him to go faster. After another moment he gave in and started thrusting in a mad pace. He felt his orgasm building in him and knew that it would take a lot of control to hold it back just a little longer.

“I think I’m gonna…“ Youji knew it was futile.

“Not yet, please…” the woman pleaded with him.

But it was too late. Clutching her tightly, muffling his cry in her neck he came deep within her. A wave of heat and pleasure spread through his body and when it ebbed out, everything felt numb and dull.

“But I haven’t…” the woman was frustrated, but silenced by a hand over her mouth.

“Shhhh…” Youji managed to get out while panting heavily. After some time he regained himself enough to deal with her.

“I’ll take care of that” he said, his mind not really back on earth. He was tired and content and didn’t really want anything anymore. It was hard to think, but after some time he came up with a good idea.

“Kneel down” he ordered, his voice a blank.

The woman did so while fingering herself. “Turn around” Youji told her, as she was facing him. She seemed to think about it for a brief second but than turned until she was facing the room. She didn’t really want to think about it, she just wanted to get off.

Once she was positioned right, Youji’s left hand started messaging her clit, while his right was reaching for an empty beer bottle on the table next to them. Without giving it any thought, he pushed the thing into her and started fucking her with it.

Youji just wanted to go to sleep now. He was satisfied and tired and if she hadn’t bugged him so much he surely would’ve fallen asleep already. Once she finally reached orgasm herself Youji didn’t even bother to set the bottle back onto the table, instead he just got up and left.

He felt so fucking good now, he didn’t want to bother with the woman. He just wanted to fall back into his bed and sleep. Usually the end of this wasn’t his style at all, but he didn’t mind right now.

~*~


He was lost in the thoughts that attacked him from all around. Animalistic passion filled the air and the boy he picked tonight was so eager to please him. He had just thrown his girlfriend out – because she cheated on him. Actually our blond gorgeous just came here to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

A quick suggestion later he was sitting in Schuldig’s lap. He didn’t know yet, that his girlfriend was sitting across the room, watching them. This would be good.

Soon Schuldig had the boy removing his pants. He drew the images of them from the mind of the blonde’s girlfriend. This was delicious, the images of the loved one, behaving like less than a whore. Schuldig fingered the man on top of him, making him moan uncontrollably, only to enjoy the agony in the girlfriend’s mind.

He led the pleasure-thoughts of those making out around him in, adding to his own arousal. Well, he didn’t only let it in, he also encouraged them a bit, to go farer than they normally would.

He loved nights like this. Pleasure and pain. The mixture on its own invading his mind, through the thoughts of others. But their pain was his pleasure, so for him there was just pleasure and more pleasure.

He scanned the minds around him. Some people were watching their rather bold display. Others were watching a couple that seemed to provide a just as bold display. There was one woman in particular that was really frustrated.

Her husband ran away from her years ago, she didn’t get any ever since. She believed in some bullshit like purity and being faithful. Her friends dragged her here in the first place and where dancing right now. Leaving her sitting at the bar, watching a young, beautiful woman give head to a as it seemed overly handsome guy.

It turned her on. She was so ashamed at herself for watching them, angry at them for them showing off in public like that. But no matter what she couldn’t stop watching them. Schuldig liked that. A small suggestion and the woman was picturing herself, giving head to the gorgeous stranger. It made her hot and wanting and all the more ashamed.

What a delicious little display of human weakness. Then the guy getting a blow job noticed her and looked her straight in the eye. Her shame was overwhelming. The stranger flicked her tongue at her. She felt furious with him and herself.

Schuldig liked that guy, his attitude. But just the moment he wanted to dig deep enough into the woman to see the stranger through her eyes, she turned her head away. She wouldn’t let herself be intrigued by them anymore. What a pity.

So Schuldig made her look directly at him and the show he himself was giving together with the blond guy he picked up.

Didn’t get any lately? Don’t you want to join in?

He asked her inside her mind aloud, with the best seductive undertone he could manage. Her eyes were wide open and her face turned to a darker shade of red. Than she noticed that Schuldig was looking directly at her, a smug grin on his face.

After that she practically ran from the room.

Schuldig laughed out and found some thoughts hitting him, the exact same moment, mimicking his own laughter. He followed them and found out they belonged to the stranger. He liked the attitude of this guy even more and concentrated more on him. A pity he couldn’t see him from where Schuldig was sitting. His corner was just too dark.

He was drunk in a very merry way. His senses were dulled. It didn’t bother him showing off like that, it turned him on. The pleasure Schuldig was getting from him was outstanding. Even though the alcohol had made him less conscious of everything around him, he still saw small details. He saw all the admiring, jealous and horny glances their way.

Schuldig was surprised at just how well he could divide one from the other. But the guy only took pleasure from it. The tiniest details around him just turned him on more. There was no care to him in the entire world.

Meanwhile the girlfriend of Schuldig’s fuck-toy for today was right in front of an emotional breakdown. He left the mind of the stranger, surprised at how much he lost himself in it, to take care of the girl.

Just as she wanted to approach them and drag her boyfriend away for a talk, Schuldig harshly ordered the blond to turn around. So he did, and before he knew what was happening he had Schuldig’s cock slamming into his ass.

It hurt him more than even Schuldig expected even with the all the preparation Schuldig did before. But than again, this was the boy’s first time this way. Schuldig let him adjust to it a little and after some second slowly started fucking him.

His girlfriend watched all of that, seeing how her boyfriend hurt. It shattered not only her heart but also her pride. This little man-whore had never been worthy to be with her! He tried to look pleadingly at her as she was battling the anger and tears.

So Schuldig took a shortcut by making him enjoy this with a few suggestions. The guy moaned out loud despite everything. His girlfriend saw how much he was enjoying himself and her shame, anger and hurt ego reached an entirely new high. Tears dwelled in her eyes, and inside her world crumbled down on her.

This most delicious display only lasted a few seconds until she got a hold again. Spit into the blonde’s face and left the disco on shaky legs. Schuldig’s little fuck-toy hated himself more and more for everything. If Schuldig would mess just a little more with him he’d probably killed himself by the end of the night.

When Schuldig mentally returned to the stranger fucking some chick in the other corner, he was surprised to find him watching Schuldig fucking the blonde. The man was amazing. He fully enjoyed himself, taking pleasure in everything he still registered. He was probably enjoying himself most of all people in the disco.

Even Schuldig himself didn’t have such a good time as he was. Yeah, everything was really cool, but the never-ending whispers of downright everybody’s thoughts never left him. He could ignore and block it somewhat most of the time, but it was a constant presence he rarely could entirely suppress for long.

Unless he was diving really deep into the mind of somebody else. To go as deep as that wasn’t easy. For one the other would notice him. And it was dangerous, because if he was in to deep he could lose himself. The thoughts of the other person could become more real than his own. Still there were ways to still get out, but it was uncertain when and it felt really strange afterwards.

Now there was an idea. What if he tried to get deeper into the mind of this stranger? He unconsciously went deeper than he wanted the first time anyway. And it would feel so good. Maybe Schuldig could do it so slowly and carefully, that the other wouldn’t notice?

Having drunk more than enough not to think about anything, Schuldig tried to get into his mind. It was easy to get in, and it also was easy getting deeper. It was almost as if he was sliding into it naturally.

~*~

For about two hours now the stranger had been asleep.

It was nice being in his mind. First all that nearly overwhelming pleasure. He liked the way the guy just focused in it and blocked everything else so effectively. Schuldig had stayed in his mind even after he had come. This content warmness the guy was feeling was something he didn’t want to miss.

Ok, he messed a little with his mind and his body, frustrating and embarrassing the bitch he was fucking a little, but he just couldn’t resist.

After the entire thing was done and the guy was about to leave the disco Schuldig wanted to leave his mind as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Somehow it was so relieving to be in this mind. Everything was alright with the world in here.

So Schuldig drove home and lay down in his bed never really cutting their connection. When the stranger was home he himself dropped dead into his bed and drifted into a dreamless sleep. Ever since Schuldig had been trying to dig even deeper.

He had nearly no input from any other persons anymore. It was mainly Farfarello he still heard. Nagi and Crawford were both asleep and it took some afford to get into them anyway. Only Farfarello was still awake. Thinking about God and how much he wanted to hurt him.

But even Farfarello’s constant mental rumbling about God faded at last.

The peacefulness Schuldig was experiencing was alien to him. But he decided he liked it. The mind of the stranger was a blank. No thoughts, no dreams, nothing. For the first time in a very long time or ever Schuldig was left to his own thoughts. He didn’t know if he had this before. If so he couldn’t remember it.

After some time he wondered what sort of person this stranger was. It was rare to find a person that could focus that much on pleasure alone. Plus he had Schuldig’s humor. So Schuldig tried to find some information about him.

He sensed where to look but couldn’t get in for some reason. He didn’t want to try too hard, because the stranger could wake in the process. This was strange. Normal people didn’t have so strong shields about almost their entire person.

Schuldig also sensed that there was a hell of a lot more darkness hidden in this stranger than in most people he met. It bothered him that he couldn’t see what it was. The general feeling alone suggested that he could have so much fun while messing with this mind.

A hard slap to the face. A too familiar death glare. Shouted words: “KUDOU!!! WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

Schuldig almost fell out of bed as the serenity in the strangers mind was so roughly interrupted.

“Your shift started 15 minutes ago. Omi tried to wake you for the past hour and finally woke me when he had to go to school. Ken can’t open the shop alone. Hurry.” Now the words were a lot quieter, but sounded even more deadly.

He tried to get up. The man was less than sober, to say the least. His head felt like it was going to explode any second. Suddenly a particular sharp pain went through his head like a needle.

Violently Schuldig shook his head. He was out.

“Fujimiya” he breathed into the morning air. Now that was an interesting coincidence. So… this ‘stranger’ got woken early in the morning by Fujimiya’s yelling plus the characteristic death glare. Not to mention that Fujimiya way just clad in boxer shorts.

“Kudou” That was… Balinese… the guy with the wires. Kudou Youji, to be quite exact. He never liked the way the Asshole smirked at everything and everybody. And he didn’t like the way he sometimes looked at Abyssinian. To make it short he didn’t like the guy.

Schuldig could hardly believe that he had spent the past few hours so content in his mind. But now he had a better link to the bastard. There was so much darkness in him, Schuldig just needed to bring it out. This was going to be fun.

~*~

Author's Note: My, my, now that we have the foreplay let's get to the steamy part, shall we? ^_~