Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Evidence of Humanity ❯ One-Shot

Evidence of Humanity

by KatiKat

Schuldich grinned, hearing the moans and sobbing cries coming from Crawford´s bedroom. "Crawford really knows how to make our boy scream!"

Farfarello smirked too, sharpening his knife.

"I bet 5 dollars that Nagi won´t be able to come with us on this mission either," Schuldich said, daring Farfarello to take the bet.

The white-haired man didn´t even look up from the gleaming blade of his deadly weapon. "I don´t take losing bets," he answered.

Schuldich laughed.

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"C... Crawford... stop... I can´t... can´t anymore," Nagi stuttered, his breath coming in short puffs, his whole body feeling as if on fire. His hands fisted into the sheets. They were rumpled and stained, clear evidence that this explosion of passion wasn´t the first one that night.

Crawford smiled coldly, his hands running up and down the boy´s naked body until they stopped at his erect manhood. Nagi yelped and bit his lip so hard that he drew blood, as the older man started to massage his cock.

"But your body says something different," Crawford whispered into Nagi´s ear. "It wants more. I can feel you trembling with desire. You want it... you want me!"

Nagi cried out silently as the older man twisted him into a kneeling position. He didn´t have any strength left to fight and he hated his body for betraying him in such manner. He didn´t like it. He didn´t like men at all... but Crawford. Crawford knew how to push all his buttons and turn him into a slut that spread his legs any time he called. He hated him for that... and he hated himself for allowing him to play with him in such manner. He hated it...

Crawford moved behind him and knelt between his spread legs. Nagi felt the hot touch of his leader´s desire between his buttocks. It was the only warning he got before the other man thrust into him, sliding up to the hilt, in one smooth move.

Nagi cried out, pain and pleasure mixing and making his body ache for more. His hands encircled the iron bar at the head of the bed, bracing himself against the powerful thrusts. Crawford´s desire was insatiable. The older man pressed his body against Nagi´s, laying his hands on the boy´s, squeezing the iron bar too.

"That´s what you want, boy... isn´t it?" Crawford whispered in Nagi´s ear. "To feel possessed... to feel that somebody wants you... that you are owned... completely... fully..."

Nagi moaned as every word was marked with a hard thrust. His body vibrated with desire, but with pain too and slowly the pain was winning the upper hand. He couldn´t remember how many times Crawford had taken him that night... with his fingers, his cock... even with the toys. The man enjoyed his suffering and to a certain point, the torture thrilled Nagi too. But it was too much now, too much pain. He could feel tears burning in his eyes and he closed them tightly, refusing to let the tears fall. He knew he wouldn´t be able to walk or sit properly tomorrow. He would count himself lucky if he was able to get out of bed. Crawford didn´t get in these moods often but when he did, nothing could stop him before his desire was sated...

"You are a slut, you know... bowing to my desires and spreading your legs like a whore," Crawford whispered, then he bit down onto Nagi´s shoulder drawing blood.

Nagi screamed, reaching his completion in an explosion of white light, a few silver droplets of salty water escaping his tightly closed eyes and running down his heated cheeks.

That was what Crawford was waiting for, this small evidence of Nagi´s humanity that he himself lacked. Somehow both hated and craved at the same time. He let his tight control crumble and thrust a couple of more times into the now pliant and unresisting body that only his arms were holding upright. He released himself into Nagi and held his shivering body tightly to his.

He didn´t moan or scream. He was completely quiet as the last sparks of satisfaction rushed up and down his spine. He didn´t even let his member soften before pulling out of Nagi´s half-conscious body, making the boy whimper in pain. He stood up and walked to where he left his clothes. He cleaned himself with a paper tissue, then dressed quickly and lit a cigarette. He turned around and watched the beautiful lean body that glistened with sweat, visibly shiver on the bed. There was an animal possessiveness in his eyes as they roamed over the long limbs, round buttocks, elegant curve of spine, tangled hair and beautiful, flushed face. Nagi´s eyes were closed, lips swollen and parted slightly. He was the portrait of well-fucked innocence. Crawford smiled to himself.

There was a knock at the door. Crawford crossed the room and opened it. A smirking Schuldich stood behind the door, with Farfarello leaning against the wall a couple of feet away. Crawford met their smirks with one of his own.

"It´s time," Schuldich said pointing at the clock.

Crawford nodded. //Oh yes, their mission.// He hoped that they would be rid of the obnoxious Weiss members soon. They were getting annoying.

"I take it, Nagi is not coming," Schuldich said matter of factly, the corners of his lips turned up. He found the whole thing hilarious.

"Well, I think you are right," Crawford answered amused, walking back to the bed and pulling a blanket over Nagi´s shivering body. The boy was still out of it. Crawford smirked, he felt pleased with himself.

"You getting soft on him, or what?" Schuldich asked curiously when Crawford stepped out of his bedroom.

Crawford laughed coldly. "Soft? He is a good fuck, that´s all. But it won´t help anybody if he gets sick, we need his skills."

Schuldich smirked at him again, then turned around and followed Farfarello who already disappeared down the corridor.

Crawford´s eyes lingered a moment longer on his lover. Then he softly, quietly closed the door and left.

The End