Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Icebreaker ❯ One-Shot

I have to hand it to the Chibi for coming up with a way to break the ice with our new team-mate. And in this case I do literally mean ice. He never even told us his real name. In fact I inadvertently named him when I teasingly asked and suggested this name I'd heard him mumbling earlier. *sigh* So now he answers to a girl's name. Aya.

It'd been weeks since Aya joined our merry little gig and he still hadn't thawed out yet. Sheesh! The way he kept to himself all the time, you'd think we have cooties or something. He just refused to warm up to us. But to be fair about it, it wasn't entirely his fault either.

He's a good worker. Honestly knows more about the florist trade than Omi. It turns out he's even very well versed in Ikebana, so the Koneko has really benefited a lot since we've started to get more corporate clients now. We can't deny that he's good on the job either. He's deadly with his Katana. Reliable, efficient... We have no problem putting our lives in his hands. We trust him. It's just that at times it's like dealing with an ice cube when we talk to him. What we needed was a serious icebreaker.

Then the Chibi came up with a plan to remove the stick up his ass and replace it with something-- or rather someone(s) who'd appreciate that tight clasp more. I will never underestimate Omi again.

It can be pretty scary to realise the sheer amount of information Kritiker collects on us once we become an agent; scarier to know that anyone with the proper clearance can access this information. Guess what Bombay found out about our ice princess?

It's a no wonder the poor guy's so grouchy all the time. I would be too if I had to leave my long time lovers because of a reassignment. But what was more interesting to learn was the nature of the relationship he had just left. Who'd have imagined that there would be something so hot bubbling under the ice-cold surface? With his red hair I had thought that he could be a wild one, but I would never have guessed he was quite this wild. The very idea that our new colleague was seriously into S&M was enough to make us *very* interested in getting him to warm up to us.

Being the least threatening of us three, we let the Chibi give him the invitation. I have to say that we witnessed more emotion from him in that moment than at any time since our acquaintance. Who'd have guessed he'd have such a pretty blush?

Planning for that little get together was just plain fun. It's really mind boggling how easy it is to make the man blush. I lost count of the number of 'glares of death' he'd given us for showing him innocuous looking sex toys like the clips and beads in front of our customers. Ken and I have also come to appreciate dear, sweet(?) Omi's wicked streak. We know about ball gags, but we have no idea where he found that tube thing. The ice princess blushed redder than his hair to see it. Watching Aya finger that gag so reverently got all of us hot enough to jump him. But there in lay a trial for us.

The playful little kitten made it known in no uncertain terms that if we wanted him, we'd have to capture and subdue him first. I can say that was a real challenge, but a challenge that we were more than up to the task for. Oh, we knew how to play the game too and draw out the anticipation. Let him 'escape' us a couple of times just to keep the chase interesting. When we were finally ready to take him down? I am proud to say he didn't know what hit him.

We caught him totally off guard at the end of one of our missions. We all looked tired, but he didn't know we were faking it. The pure expectancy that filled us about what we were planning to end the night with spiked us with enough adrenalin to fill us with energy we wouldn't have found otherwise. We nailed him in the alley outside the Koneko just before he reached the door. I wrapped him tight in my wires while Omi and Ken got the gag in his mouth and the blindfold on before he could even squeak in surprise.

We could practically feel the guy radiating his excitement as Ken and I carried him down to the mission room. He squirmed in our grip enough to let us know that he was up for a rough session ahead, but not enough to give us any serious trouble. He didn't make it easy for us to get him undressed and into the restraints we prepared for the night, but the effort of the struggle made it all worthwhile. From the way he arched into our groping hands, we could tell he was enjoying the tussle too.

It's a tricky thing to keep S&M games safe when you're using a gag. Aya would have been just as happy doing without safewords, but we wouldn't let him. The pressure alarm was the only concession he'd finally give us. We were firm on the understanding that when he released it and the alarm went off, it would be as effective as a safeword and the game would stop. He made sure he had a good grip on that alarm as soon as we pressed it into his palm.

For all the struggling and effort we had put up with to prepare him, we had our revenge later by taking our time. Our silence made him fidget in anticipation while we sat quietly, or occasionally walked around him to admire his appearance. Oh, it was *nice* to watch him writhe in the leather harness we had strung up in the middle of the room while we took a breather. It's a sight to immortalize on film for sure, and we did put up a couple of video cameras for that purpose. We erected just enough lights in the room to make Aya's pale skin seem almost luminescent in contrast to the black leather straps. He looked down right fuckable blind folded and tube gagged; Suspended face up at an oh-so-convenient-height-to-us in the middle of the room; his arms secured behind him in custom built wrist to elbow cuffs; and with black leather straps buckled tight around knees and ankles holding his legs invitingly open for our inspection.

Omi was the first to interrupt the silence by introducing Aya to the menu for the evening. I have to admit that I was damn proud of the Chibi. Ken and I were left wide-eyed and staring at him for all the filth that poured out of that sweet mouth of his. We could have come to his lurid descriptions of what we were going to do to our helpless little sex kitten. Aya was certainly showing his appreciation of the plans. Untouched by any of us, his cock was engorging and oozing pre-come to Omi's words alone. By the time Omi was through telling Aya what to expect, Aya's whole body was flushed and he was moaning before we even began on him. We in turn were covered by a thin sheen of sweat in anticipation of the evening as we started our approach with our instruments and tools of sexual torture in hand.

Omi decided for us to begin with the cock ring, nipple clamps, clips and beads before we went on to the whips and the various battery powered dildos. Ken and I were wondering though, if Aya would be able to last long enough for our turn to get into the action. He'd assured us before that he had great staying power. Well-- we hoped he could live up to his word.

So hot... Kami-sama, I couldn't believe we thought he was made of ice... Aya was incredible... He amazed us with his will power in not coming despite our best efforts. I mean *he* was sexually teased and tormented, yet we were the ones who lost it at one time or another to splatter our first load over him. Of course we rationalised that the cock ring helped him to delay his orgasm, but still! There he was, that unwieldy red and purple veined tower engorged with blood and dripping pre-come over his red pubes like a leaky fountain... You'd have thought he was ready to come at a light touch, but he held it.

We had briefly stopped to take a break and admire our handy work. The thought was that a breather would help us get ourselves under control again. But Kami-sama... just listening to his uninhibited moans and whines of pleasure and agony alone were enough to give us butterflies in our stomach. And the sight of him... Suspended in the middle of our mission room with weights hanging over either side of his chest attached by the nipple clamps, the flesh straining loads swinging slightly with each involuntary jerk of his hips; Rows of clips lining his arms, body, and the inside of his thighs ready for us to yank them off him; Every other exposed part of his otherwise creamy white flesh crisscrossed with red welts burning for our attention, and sprinkled with the pearly drops of our first orgasms; His buttocks a sweet, rosy red from pitiless spanking. And the crowning glory of this shameless spectacle... the hot pink, ribbed and wickedly rippled dildo, stretching him to his limits and furiously buzzing in his deliciously clenching ass hole.

Our fiendishly constructed ensemble had Aya shivering and twitching in a paroxysm of agony and ecstasy. He looked so hot it had Omi and Ken scrambling to grab the cameras off the tripods to get a closer shot of this sinful depravity. Those two were panting so heavily as they walked around Aya, it's a good thing we invested in camcorders with top of the line smooth video features to calm the effects of camera shake. I could see us replaying this recording in a repeating loop later on just to savour the lustful wantonness of our prey.

Aya's mewling had raised a pitch when he came to through the haze of pleasure to realise we had stopped to appreciate his erotic writhing. He knew we had the power to leave him hanging on the edge, unable to do anything to relieve himself if we so decreed it. It took an effort for us not to respond to his impassioned groans and whimpers of need, but we resolutely stood our ground. He just looked too good to touch and we wanted a *long* recording of him helplessly shuddering and twisting in the leather harness.

The way we tied Aya restricted most of his movement, but he quite quickly reminded us that he was an old hand at this game. How he did it, I couldn't say, but he started to roll his hips at us more erotically, drawing all our attention to his deliciously clenching muscles and the feverishly buzzing dildo. I couldn't wait any longer. Aya still had a good grip on the pressure alarm, but I wanted a piece of him and I had doubts that he'd be able to last very much longer under the sensory overload.

Without waiting for Omi and Ken to settle the camcorders on the tripods again, I made a grab for the dildo to yanked it out and throw it aside before I stabbed in straight to the hilt. I probably did that a bit too fast for his comfort, but Kami-sama-- that first forceful clasp of his sweet ass made me blank out everything else. I thought I'd faint from pure pleasure. My fingers had squeezed convulsively over Aya's hips with that tight clenching heat, and I presented him with his first set of hand print bruises for the night.

Omi and Ken weren't all that far behind me, with Omi sucking Aya down to the root while Ken slid himself into that so convenient tube gag to feed Aya his first taste of delicious cock meat. Kami-sama... fucking that too perfect tight ass while watching the Chibi feast on that cock ring-restrained tower as Aya deep-throated Ken... I came too soon. Omi was watching me though and he milked the moment for all it was worth by jerking a handful of pins off Aya's thigh the second I started shooting my load into him. I thought my heart would stop with that crushing clench. Omi sucked down every drop of his well-earned prize.

The Chibi was kind enough to share a bit of the treasure with Ken before moving to take his place at Aya's head. I was left to my own devices to wipe my still semi erect but spent member on Aya's quivering thighs before I bent to get my own first taste of his slightly deflated rod. Ken wasted no time replacing me and digging in his fingers to add to the flowering bruises on Aya's hips. I would swear the loud, wet slap of him slamming Aya down on his prick echoed in the room.

It was gratifying for me to see that Ken didn't last any longer than I did. Omi was quick to push Ken aside for his turn at Aya's ass. And-- Kami-sama, I was momentarily distracted as I watched Ken's flaccid cock slip out of Aya's tight clenching heat before Omi's rigid pole stabbed into its place. It took the solid smack of Omi's hips banging against Aya's buttocks to rouse me into hastily shaking myself out of my stupor and take my turn with Aya's talented tongue before Ken jumped in and took my place.

It was the zenith of the night for us. Having Aya helplessly rocking in the restraints to the tune of our brutal fucking; Feeling his moans and muffled gasps humming around our thrusting poles as we yanked the rest of the clips off him; Gushing our spunk pass that talented tongue into his warm, wet cavern of a mouth; Listening to the frenzied slap of our hips against his well-spanked buttocks as we impaled that sweet clasping ass with our rock hard cocks. Kami-sama, just feeling that tight pulsating clench of muscles on our demanding lengths alone... Aya was so hot.

We forgot all about torturous teasing Aya or attempting to get him off again. There was no more talking even. We had no idea when our three-pronged assault would finally wear him down enough to let go of that pressure alarm, and Kami-sama-- we were frantically ravaging our helpless little sex toy in our endeavour to not to waste a single moment. As long as Aya held that alarm, he had ceased to be a person to us. We were only selfishly concerned with racing for our own climax through the merciless abuse of that defenceless piece of succulent, sexual meat.

Kami-sama...

I never came so hard or-- Kami-sama... What a-- What a wild, fucking night!

Aya outlasted us. For all my much-vaulted reputation, I don't think I could have done the same. Nipple clamped, clipped, whipped, dildo teased and gangbanged by the three of us-- I can't remember how many times... Yet he never faltered in holding that pressure alarm steady. Kami-sama...

On mutual agreement, we used the last of our strength to release Aya from the restraints before we pass out and left him hanging there till morning. Heh, some of our hurt pride was salvaged to see that he was shaking and couldn't get his feet under him to stand when we let him down. But damn, after what we put him through that's understandable.

We pretty much collapsed on the couch together, uncaring of how sticky we were. Aya on my lap while I helped him hold a glass of juice to drink; Omi seated beside me and behind Aya to support him and keep him upright; Ken on my other side massaging his legs to help loosen up muscles that were held immobile for too long. And hey, we accomplished our purpose. The ice broke and is steaming in the team. Ain't it grand?

We were grinning and it's an unspoken promise among us that we have got to do this again sometime soon, but not before Aya healed up. He waved off the significance of the bruises and welts, but we were determined not to put him through that again before he fully mended. Aya snorted at our concern, nevertheless we could tell from the softening in his eyes that he was touched, and it's a comforting thing for us to feel so connected.

At that moment though... we couldn't move even if we wanted to. So we settled into a snuggle-pile on the couch to catch a few zees and work up the strength to crawl back to our apartments later. The quiet, however, didn't last for very long when Omi raised a point we didn't think to consider during our planning sessions for this night. How were we going to explain the couch stains and the permeating smell of sex to Manx, if she happened to stroll in on us with a mission tape later that afternoon?

Heh, it was my bet she'd ask us for a copy of the video.