Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Falling Empires ❯ Chapter 1

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

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Chapter 1

Pulling up to the curb, Crawford peered out the window to give the boy in front of him a once over. He was leaning on a near by lamp post, eyes to the floor as if he found his shoes interesting. The bright red hair with pale skin was truly alluring, as was the tight but not too revealing clothes. He was indeed as beautiful as Crawford’s visions had shown him to be.

Crawford smirked to himself, he had been having these visions for days and finally he would sate his lust on this beautiful whore. The only problem that Crawford could see was that he couldn’t see, at least where this boy was concerned. Though he had many visions of this moment he could not foresee beyond this point, and that - intrigued - him.

When Crawford paid for something he expected the best. That included sex; he would normally check ahead to make sure the person was worth it. It wasn’t that Crawford enjoyed seeing himself having sex, though if he was honest he did get some kind of perverse pleasure from it. No, he was simply a busy man, and did not have time to waste.

This boy, however, was a mystery to him. Though his visions had been insistent on where to go and who he was going to have, they had told him little else. The inconsistency of his gift annoyed Crawford endlessly. It did make life exciting though, even he had to admit that, and he was rather excited about tonight.

What was so special about this particular whore? That was what Crawford really wanted to know. He continued to look at the boy and scoffed to himself. Even if there was nothing special about him, he would still make him work for his money. The boy was extremely beautiful and Crawford like beautiful things.

As the car pulled up to curb, dull violet eyes looked up from behind scarlet red bangs. His hair doing its utmost to cover the majority of his face, and the shame that he felt every night.

He was wearing extremely tight jeans, that hugged his hips and ass. They were low hung, showing off his mid-rift as his t-shirt, also extremely tight, stopped just above his navel.

He looked into the window of the car, and saw the man sitting there looking at him. He knew that look, like a vulture about to capture its prey. He got that look so many times, from punters who treated him as nothing but a piece of meat.

Ran sighed to himself, he had little choice in the matter really, and besides the man looked rich, maybe he would be paid well tonight. The man was indeed wearing what looked like an expensive suit, everything about his appearance was immaculate; shouting superiority and assurance.

Ran was filled with a deep sense of foreboding as he made his way to the passenger side of the car. The man followed him with his eyes, and as he moved his head the light from the street lamp overhead caught the lenses, giving an eerie flash. Ran shivered at the sight, he really was feeling quite apprehensive about this man. Swallowing deeply, he removed the thoughts from his head, and carried on to the car. Crawford noticed the boy shiver, though it was not cold out, but quite frankly he couldn‘t have care less. The boy was a whore, and if he wanted money he can get in the car and work for it.

Crawford already knew what motel he was going to. It was cheap, relatively clean and asked no questions. He looked over at the boy he had just picked-up. He must have been around eighteen or nineteen, but there was no doubting that he was definitely still a boy, not a man, not yet anyway.

He was facing the front, looking out of the front screen at the road. The only thing that was moving was the rise and fall of his chest, Crawford thought that he looked like some pretty manikin in a shop window.

“What’s your name?”

Violet eyes opened wider and a head wiped around to look at him. Clearly startled, it was apparent that the boy hadn’t expected to be spoken to. Crawford took in the pretty face with its pale skin and unusual eyes. He caught his breath when he saw how dulled and empty they were, no doubt that they had once been bright and full of life. He didn’t feel sorry for him, he didn’t feel sorry for anyone, it was just how beautiful they were, that was all, that’s what he told himself.

“What should I call you?” he asked again.

“Aya” Ran replied, biting his lip.

“Aya. Unusual name for a boy, is there a reason why you choose it?” Crawford couldn’t help but tease.

Ran made no reply and turned to face the front again. The rest of the drive continued in silence.

Crawford walked in front, up to the reception desk, carrying a small black holdall in his left hand. Getting a room key was quick and easy, and they were soon upstairs in a small but perfectly adequate room.

“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.” Crawford’s voice was cold and commanding.

Ran stripped, he was shaking, despite the fact that he had done this many times before. As he lay on the bed he shivered. Crawford took no notice of it and simply watched him.

“Lick your fingers and prepare yourself, I’m sure you know what to do.” He could see ‘Aya’ blanch at the cutting remark, but the truth was never nice he shrugged.

Ran did as he was told, whilst closing his eyes, it was always unsettling knowing that he was being watched. Crawford enjoyed seeing the boy finger fuck himself, but there was much more to come yet. He smiled as the boy gasped as his finger brushed across his prostrate.

“Stop. Take you fingers out.” Crawford opened his bag and pulled out a large dildo.

“Use this now.”

Ran took the dildo and gulped as he looked at it. He had never had to do this before, most of them just wanted sex. Slowly he slid the dildo in and out of him, catching his breath as he did, it felt so strange and unnatural.

“Faster” Crawford commanded.

Ran looked over at him with pleading eyes, he was already ashamed and humiliated by his ’job’, why did this man have to do this to him. Crawford had moved from where he was before, though he was still standing, and he had taken off his tie and jacket.

Ran moved the dildo faster, closing his eyes again he could feel the warmth building up inside of him. He felt so ashamed as he moaned slightly. He could hear Crawford move again and the rustling of his bag.

“Stop” said the man’s voice, as cold as steel again.

Ran’s hands were pulled away and attached to hand cuffs, they were pulled up over his head and attached to the bed stand. Eyes widened in fear, he began to panic and struggle, but stopped abruptly as Crawford pulled the dildo out sharply. He quickly replaced it with a vibrator, switching it on to full power.

Ran gasped and moaned, thrashing wildly on the bed, pulling at the handcuffs. He had never felt this kind of pleasure/pain before, sex with his other punters and Ryuuichi had always been horrible. Ran very rarely even got hard doing it, sometimes he wondered if they had broken him, because surely he should have felt something. Now he knew that it was definitely them that were the problem.

Crawford smirked watching him. The boy looked incredibly beautiful being brought to pleasure. However, Crawford had no intention of allowing the boy to have his way that quickly, and slipped a cock ring on him. Ran screamed when he felt the ring encasing him, he so desperately wanted release. He looked up at Crawford, but was once again ignored.

Crawford was really enjoying watching the boy like this, though he would never show outward sign of it. He lightly began to trace the tips of his fingers over Ran’s chest and nipples, down to his navel and lightly fondle his balls. The touching hardly made contact, but was enough to drive Ran wild as his moans intensified.

“Please . . . I can’t . . . it . . . Oh“.

Beads of sweat dripped down his face and chest. Finally, after what felt to Ran like hours, Crawford turned the vibrator off.

Crawford looked down at the boy, a smirk once again playing across his face. With the boy’s mouth open, eyes practically closed, begging - he can’t help but feel smug for bringing him to this. Crawford made quick work of his own clothes and climbed onto the bed. With no warning he entered Ran, though he had been given enough preparation.

Moving slowly at first, Crawford savoured the feeling of the boy underneath him, and hearing his continued moans. Ran could feel the pressure inside him continuing to build. He arched his back as sensations took over his body. Crawford moved faster, pushing his hand in between their bodies, he unclipped the cock ring and made quick work of the boy’s swollen length.

Ran arched even further as the orgasm ripped through him, and as he did an old memory, that he thought he had long buried, suddenly hit him.



Ran gave a strangled scream as the unwanted images intruded on his brain, and an unquenchable anger hit him. Then, he could feel it in his hand, the knife again. The one that appears every time that blind rage comes to him.

Crawford looked down smugly as he saw the boy come to orgasm. He sees the sudden change come over him, the change in his eyes: they are wider and more beautiful then ever before, but they are unseeing, and Crawford, forgetting his own erection and needs, watches the boy carefully to see what has brought all this on.

Just as suddenly as Ran changed, a vision takes Crawford: the boy sometime in the future, on a roof top with Takatori Reiji, suddenly there’s a katana and Reiji is dead. Then even further in the future, the Elders are there and their demise is imminent. Crawford had had the vision of the Elders before, but not a clear as this, he now realised why he had been lead to this boy.

Coming back to the world, Crawford looked down upon the boy again. They were both panting heavily, and the boy was clearly struggling with whatever had happened to him. Slowly Crawford got up, and as he did so he noticed the knife in the boys hand. Smirking again, over what he now knows will now happen, he looked at ‘Aya‘.

“What is your name, really?”

“Ran” was the reply, in a cracked and unsteady voice.