Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ His Day Off ❯ His Day Off ( One-Shot )

I do not own "Weiss Kruez" or the character's they belong to Koyasu Takehito. However if I did I would show Farfie my knife collection, swords and my straightjacket. Heh Heh Heh.

His Day Off

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Farfarello, wearing only his boxers sat in the living room, occupying himself with a whetstone. On the table in front of him a bottle of oil and some clean rags were ready to be used as he finished honing his favorite blade.

The condo was empty of the other Schwartz crewmembers. Nagi was at his computer class, Schuldig and Crawford on a surveillance job. It was nice to have the place to himself on his day off.

Sipping on a cup of now cold coffee, he chuckled to himself. "Screw Bradley." He had brewed the pot in defiance of Brad's strict rule that Farfarello was forbidden it. In his lucid moments, he loved to fuck with "Mr. Stick-in-his-ass" Crawford's rules. So what if it made him wired; he loved it.

He'D already been busy earlier, cleaning his cell-like and stark bedroom to his satisfaction. Bed linen changed; well he had had to. He'd cut a new slice into his self yesterday and had bled quite a bit. Floor vacuumed, that was necessary, because of all the feathers from that lovebird. Oh well, it was too damn noisy anyway and it bit.

Taking the oil and wiping it into his knife with a rag, he tested its edge with a swift but shallow cut across his arm; ah, perfect, and added a second one for good measure. Almost unconsciously and perhaps even more, absent-mindedly, he repeatedly wiped the blood off his arm and licked his hand and fingers clean until the blood trickled to a stop.

Well there was another chore done. He was getting bored. Flicking on the television with the remote, he set about channel surfing without much of anything interesting catching his one eye. Oh, the Power Puff Girls, ach no, he'd seen that episode twice now, boring! Changing the channel again, he stopped; as he was captured by a vision. Surrounded by a choir, robed in blue, a petite and very buxom woman was singing. Her head was adorned with a helmet of blond teased hair. Farfarello stared intently. As she sang, tears began to run down her face, black tears, as her makeup melted. "How wonderful", he murmured and leaned closer to the television. He felt his sex start to harden and he put his hand inside of his boxers, rubbing himself. Ah, that felt so naughty and good, and it was a bad thing to do too! He grasped himself and stroked harder and his breathing became erratic. Stroking faster, he focused on the weeping woman. He came quickly with a loud gasp, and fell back into the sofa. Smiling to himself, he murmured, "Oh, yes, masturbating to Tammie Fae Baker really hurts God."

Well my first lemon or lime or whatever scene, OMG, help me.... anyway if you would like to review this story please do. But if you don't thank you for at least reading it. Kachinadancer.