Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Flawed Arc ❯ Topaz ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss.

Warnings: Yaoi (It's all I write.), Violence, Language, Slight NCS, Squick, Darkfic.

Summary: Farfarello turns to someone unexpected to absolve him of his sins…

Notes: Oi… I do NOT know where my muses came up with this; never mind where they got the pairing from. I adore Farfarello, really I do, but anything involving him and sex is just weird.

I went to a Roman Catholic school from grade three until grade eight. I can't remember the exact words to the rite of confession, so forgive me if I'm wrong. It's been three years since I graduated. I think it's been three... technically. I graduated in 2000.

Topaz

By DragonSoul

"You're late."

It was a ritual. Once or twice a month the silver haired Schwarz assassin simply appeared in his room. Sometimes they fucked; sometimes they talked. Other nights…

Tonight was one of those nights. Farfarello's flawed topaz eye burned with an unholy light as he climbed through the window. "Aye, I know I'm late. Crawford had me locked up for the last few days. What could I tell him, that I needed to go out and meet one of our enemies so I could screw?" A sharp bark of laughter shattered the quiet illusion that was cast over the room. "As if he'd even let me out then!"

The figure on the bed snickered. "You could always kill him, Farfarello. It would save everyone a great deal of hassle."

"Aye, but where's the fun in that?"

A slim body slid off the bed and padded on bare feet over to the Irishman. "Bloodthirsty, aren't you?" A cool finger pressed against his lips. "So what is it tonight?" The command was posed as a question and Farfarello's legs buckled, body falling into the ritual kneeling position of confession.

"Forgive me for I have sinned…" A blow fell against his back, barely hard enough for him to feel it. "It has been twenty-one days since my last confession." The next blow was harder, rocking him forward on his knees.

The other had stripped himself of his clothes while Farfarello spoke and stepped in front of the kneeling man lifting his face to meet his eyes. "Then confess and be forgiven."

Farfarello's low voice was rougher than normal, the thought of this parody of a holy ritual sending him into a white-hot haze of lust. "Since my last confession I have used the Lord's name in vain more than one hundred times. I have killed five men and felt them die as their blood ran down my arms."

The other figure was silent but sylph like fingers ran across his shoulders, pulling the black vest away from his skin and off, baring him to the waist. The faint light given off by the stars in the moonless sky picked out the details of the scars that crisscrossed over his skin, dissecting his body with silver lines. "I have stolen."

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the small room as the other figure's fist connected with his side. Farfarello fell but caught himself. "I have violated the sanctity of intercourse by forcing myself on a man."

A blow to the back of the head sent him sprawling across the floor and a foot on the small of his back kept him there. "I have coveted the lover of my team mate." The foot pressed down, grinding Farfarello's erection cruelly against the floor, making him cry out in pleasure.

"I have lied innumerable times just for fun." Tight black leather pants were torn from his hips, the fastenings ripping free and leaving angry crimson marks on his skin.

"I have killed upon the Sabbath." A hand roughly pressed against his entrance, searching.

"I do not believe in Him." Two fingers thrust into him, not pretending to be there for the purpose of stretching him, scarred flesh tearing from the invading force. Farfarello's hips bucked up against the other's hand, the trickle of blood growing.

"I have cheated upon my lover..." The Irishman's voice stumbled, one of the other's hand sliding under his body and jerking his length roughly in time with the merciless thrusts.

"I have not rep-pented the m-murder of my p-parents..." He groaned, the invading force retreating, leaving him empty. Bone white skin prickled in the cool air before the other's body slid over his, pulling his arms into position and trapping his hands behind his back; crushed between their bodies.

"I seek to make Him cry..." Vermilion liquid flowed from pale lips, bitten to silence himself as the other thrust home.

"Is that all Farfarello?" The other assassin whispered in his ear, setting up a taxing rhythm of shallow hard thrusts, barely brushing against the Irishman's prostate.

Farfarello growled, trying to get the leverage to fully impale himself on the length buried inside him. The other bit his neck, drawing blood and shoved his legs apart, denying him the right. "If that is all then except your penance and be cleansed." The thrusts changed, becoming deeper and more forceful. The Irishman keened, held on the edge of orgasm by the punishing friction of his erection against the floor, keeping him from tumbling over the edge of reality.

"Please..." He pleaded, relinquishing himself to the mercy of his confessor. Eyes that should have been hazed with lust were wide with pain that only a true submissive could feel, pain that heralded a loosening grip on reality, that preceded the devil may care fall into hell and back again.

"Surrender yourself and return to where you belong..." The whispered words were enough to cast him away into the pit of pleasure pain, evidence of his agreement burning against his abdomen and pooling on the floor beneath him as his body tautened and sang with tension. The other bit back a scream as Farfarello clamped down around him painfully and accepted the Irishman's acquiescence, flooding his body with liquid dominance.

Pale yellow eyes cracked open, the topaz hue cracked and crazed with flecks of amber, gold and bronze. "Get off me."

The other quickly did as he was told. This was part of the agreement. He got what he wanted as long as he listened to the Irishman. "Back to normal?"

"Mochiron. Now shut up." Farfarello smirked wildly at the other's annoyed expression. "Thanks for the fuck." He pulled on the discarded clothes and slunk to window, turning to regard the other assassin for a second, one leg slung over the window sill. "G'night kitten."

Emerald eyes watched thoughtfully as the other man disappeared into the shadows of the night before he leaned over and lit a cigarette. It was going to be a while before Farfarello returned to that state of mind.

The Irishman's topaz eyes were addicting, his obsession.

Next time he'd make it last.

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Oi... Where the HELL did this come from!? >_<;;;;;; Gomen CW, you're gonna kill me for writing a YojixFarf, I know it!

Someone hurry up and buy me that god damned coat!!