Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Irdu lili ❯ The Desire to... ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: iron_sword 
A glance into Aya's mind and an unofficial meeting with the target.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2012 | Updated On: 03.01.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
A glance into Aya's mind and an unofficial meeting with the target.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.01.2012 | Updated On: 03.01.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 6.2K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
Irdu lili
Pairing: Schuldig/Aya(Ran), Aya/?? , maybe others as well
General warning: X-Rated! Darkfic, Sex, Murder, Angst, Violence, Psycho… story unbeta’ed ^^° Warning list may increase.
Chapter warning: still without a beta ;_; Help? I´d hate to ruin scenes like the one at the ending with something like grammar or spelling mistakes. Other than that: language, a tiny little citrus fruit and some self destructive thoughts ^^
Summary: A new mission for Weiß not only creates more trouble than expected, it also forces a side of Aya to light he would have preferred to keep hidden. Especially since it earns him Schwarz’ unwelcomed attention.
Disclaimer: Yeah, basically the same as last chapter ^^°
A/N: Either my fic is really bad or the fandom is almost death ._. To be honest, I actually prefer the first one over the second ^^° Even if my own writing sucks that bad, at least someone else might update a good fic :D Unfortunately, the update rate on this fandom is… well, it could be better, don´t you think? ^^
Okay, since the fic is taking place in Japan, English is obviously a foreign language. So, whenever English is spoken by the characters, it’s written italic. Schuldig will use some German words. Single words or small sentences, I will translate it. When it´s more, I still write English but the text will be bold. (I just hope mediaminer supports that ^^°)
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Chapter 2: The Desire to…
Aya panted heavily, as he got up from the bent posture and flushed the toilet.
When he stepped in front of the sink to rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth, it was already enough to make the sickness awake anew. Even though there really should be nothing left in his stomach he could chuck up. Actually, he felt as if he had puked out his guts as well, so there shouldn´t even be a stomach left. But that was of course only a subjective feeling.
The worst of it, the thing that got him sick in the first place was not something bad he had eaten or the smell of Yohji’s cigarettes befouling the air.
It was, as ridiculous as it sounded, the fact that he felt good. Or had felt good. He shouldn´t. Not after what happened yesterday.
As he brushed his teeth, he avoided even looking into the mirror. He didn´t want to see his reflection. Currently, he felt unable to bear the sight of his face. A face that looked so much like the one of the woman he had admired, but the colors were so defiant wrong. Ran definitely took after his mother. The softly curved lips, the high cheekbones and the exotic shape of his eyes, they were almost identical to his mother´s. But her hair had been pure black with blue reflections. Her eyes had been dark brown, warm and kind. She had been a very stunning woman, a classical Japanese beauty.
And while his features definitely betrayed his Asian heritage, his coloring was anything but Japanese. Or even Asian. Still, with every look into the mirror, he was reminded of the kind hearted woman, who had died in such a horrible way.
His own reflection was a sick, twisted version of hers. Thankfully, the similarities were not as extreme as they once had been.
After hitting puberty, things had changed. And he was very grateful that his looks had changed as well. His face had lost its softness and his features became more defined. More masculine. Even though he still was described as androgyny, it was much better than it had been. Despite that, he hoped Yohji would never see any older photos of him. Especially after the blond more than once joked that they should send Aya in Drag on a mission. According to the Playboy, Aya’s name wa not the only thing befitting him for such a undercover mission. He really could live without the stupid comments that surely would follow if Kudoh ever came across any teenage or childhood pictures of him. But with a bit of luck, there shouldn´t be any more of those left. He had been very thorough when he burned them.
Aya sighed when he placed the toothbrush back after a few minutes and supported himself on the sink with his hands. Ignoring the fact that the white porcelain did not have much difference to his skin in terms of color. Oh, if this would have just been the only thing that changed. Maybe then, he would not feel this disgusted with himself. Would not be tempted to slam his fist into the mirror every time he saw these violet eyes, the red hair. How often had he wanted to burst the reflection, take the broken glass and slam the shards into his face. Into his eyes so he won´t ever have to look at himself again. To never see those distasteful eyes again, the blood-colored hair – or the marks on his body. The proof of what he had done and when he closed his eyes, he still could feel the strong grip around his body, the hands on his hips and thighs. The grip had been strong enough to bruise his skin.
A knock on the door brought his thought back to reality and he looked up.
His eyes met their violet counterparts in the mirror and the urge to slam his fist into the reflection became overwhelming. His hand stopped short just inches away from the even surface and Aya forcefully opened the fist, touching the glass almost lovingly.
“Aya, are you done already?” Yohji’s voice reached through the door.
Aya took a deep breath and tried to control himself. With quick and controlled movements he cleaned up after himself. Took care of the evidence. When he opened the door, he could already see Yohji’s smirk.
“Well, dressing up to go out?” The tone clearly was aimed to tease him.
Going out. God, please. No. He didn´t want to. It´s been so badly recently. What would he give to never having to do this again.
“Hn.” Was all he managed to get out. A chilling glare let Yohji take a step back, mocking him as he pretended to be afraid.
“Charming as always, Ayan.” And then the playboy stepped into the bathroom.
It the Playboy only knew… he really should back off. It was the best reaction. Distance was good. He needed to make sure the other won´t get to close to him.
The man yesterday deserved his fate. Actually, this monster in human form deserved a far worse end. However, that was not the reason why Aya, as sick as it sounded, would have preferred to impale that body with his sword.
Back in his room, the swordmaster picked up his katana. Training would hopefully exhaust out enough to enable him to sleep. No matter how many hours it would take till then. Even if it will give him sore muscles, it was worth it. He needed to distract himself. He needed this, needed the movement, the adrenalin.
Everything, as long as it was not a repeat of yesterday. However, already now and far too soon he noticed that the break such excursions as the one yesterday usually earned him would fail to appear this time.
Yesterday had not been enough.
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„Schuldig! “ Crawford barked.
The American was – to put it mildly – pissed.
“What ? ! ” Was the answer. Astonishingly, the telepath actually managed to outbit his leader when it came to being in a bad mood. Corresponding to this, he did not bring himself to answer to the Schwarzleader’s calling. Crawford might as well swing his office chair loving but here. He didn´t even consider leaving his room. One reason for this could be his current activity. The joint he was rolling for himself was something he really needed right now.
Even more so, since harder drugs were not allowed for him right now. Looking at the situation like that, Schwarz’ Oracle was even responsible for his mood. Yet another reason to not listen to him. Sadly, the reason for Crawford’s bad temper was the same reason for the current ban on drugs.
‘Competition’ was in town. Even though Schuldig refused to call this joke of a telepath competition. He really had no idea why Brad would make such a drama because of someone who didn´t even have half of the potention Schuldig was able to call his own. Fine, the Canadian didn´t need to dope himself on a regular base to keep the voices out. But the German was fine with doing exactly that.
Unfortunately, Crawford wasn’t. Addiciont, my ass! The badly feigned worries to support an even worse excuse. The American could shove it up his ass. They could keep company with the broomstick which was already a long-staying regular in Crawford’s ass. Maybe play Skat or Poker together. Even though it might be difficult as that was a place where the sun doesn´t shine and therefore, there hardly would be any light to see the cards.
Naturally, he was interrupted exactly when he finally finished rolling his Joint and wanted to it the Hashish cigarette. Without further add, it was taken out of his hand and Schuldig was just in the mood to give the American a migraine of special dimention. Maybe that would give the blackhaired man a clue on how he himself felt right now.
„Weiß have it in for our clients again.” Oracle informed him.
„Great.“ Commented Schuldig sarcastic. Well, that explained the mood. At least this time the bot hof them agreed on something. Neither he nor the American really were keen on working for other talents. Even more so, when their employer prided themselves on their mingy abilities and didn´t like to have said abilities shown off as what they were. Pathetic. And Schuldig presented the perfect method to degrade the other telepath simply with his attendance. For example with a direct comparison of skills. For this reason alone Campbell would do everything, but not take him on. Sadly, ‘do everything’ included to abuse the position his contact gained him. The position as Schwarz’s employer.
Schuldig cursed mentally and asked himself just whose butt he had kicked that hard in his former live to deserve this. It wasn´t enough that he had to work for an workaholic, joy-despising American with god complex. No, now the mentioned American has to be employed by an egocentric, arrogant pseudo-telepath with napoleon complex. Yes, just on what position did that put Schuldig on the food chain? At a very shitty one.
“Can´t we just wait till Weiß get rid of these idiots?” He asked, even though he knew the answer already. Crawford wouldn´t be here if they could. “The kitties could scuff their claws and I won´t have to deal with amateurs.”
The clairvoyant observed him and appeared almost amused. Emphasis on the word ‘almost’. This was Brad Crawford after all.
“I don´t think you will get bored that fast. Weiß is going to mess with their business in ten days. I want you to keep an eye on Campbell. As close as you can.”
Schuldig stopped ogling his Joint and lifted one eyebrow. Crawford wanted him to scan another telepaths mind?
“What´s with Abyssinian?” If he was allowed to do that, he wanted to do it right. Even more, since he can´t stand the other telepath. There it was, the predestined storage area for the migraine he was forbidden to give Crawford.
“Abyssinian won’t participate.” The teams Oracle predicted.
Schuldig had no diea, what to think of that. Even more, since the redhead was the only member of Weiß who had something like mental barriers. And Weiß wanted to compete the mission without him? Against psi-talents?
Well, Crawford had claimed he won´t be bored. Was he supposed to amuse himself by seeing the kittens getting their fur paddled? He was not complaining, but without the redheaded leader of the Weiß team, it was almost boring. Even if it was only for the reason that out of all Weiß, Abysinnian would have the biggest trouble swallowing defeat.
Still hard to imagine, Weiß pulling of a mission without their leader.
Schuldig wondered, what might keep the redhead from participating.
But in the end, he couldn´t care less. Right now, getting his Joint back was more important.
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Eight days later and two days before the mission.
Everything was planned down to detail. Kritiker didn´t give them any more information on their targets, but their informant seemed to have gained more information on the location where the deal would take place. Satellitepictures, floor plans and blueprints. Access routes and potential escape routes. Compared to some of the other missions, the amount of information for this one was close to luxury. Usually, things like that were part of Omi´s job. But time was short and Manx had not joked about Kritiker giving them more support than usual. But now the plan stood and a backup plan had been made. Preparations were finished.
Aya waited tensely till the sound of the seven’s motor faded out into the night. This was the last occasion for the playboy to go out again. Doing it on the day before the mission was irresponsible. Even Yohji Kudoh agreed on this and that’s saying something.
But it wasn´t just the last possibility for Yohji. The redheads gaze shifted towards the files. Neither Omi or other agents of Kritiker had managed to get any visual material. At least not when it came to their targets. Someone was taking care of this, so much was sure. Aya did not like such insecurities when it came to missions. Not knowing things could end very dangerous very fast. And in this case, the effect was even worst since at least one talent was among the targets.
Telepathy. Or Precognition.
Like Mastermind. Or like Oracle.
He needed to try it at least. In theory he should be able to find the man. He knew where Campbell stayed when he went clubbing. Or rather, where he went to get wasted. And he knew the man was paranoid.
But it was a chance. Maybe in two days time it would save their butts. Even if he hated it, it was the best alternative. The last days, he spent so much time in the training rooms. Hoping to get himself under conrol. But with every passing day, it became worse. He couldn´t afford to be distracted during the mission. He needed to get out sooner and if he really managed to get close enough to Campbell…. Killing two birds with one stone.
The redheaded man stood up from the windowsill where he had listened to the sounds of the motor. Kudoh was gone. And Aya would be gone in a moment as well.
The lock on the window was fixed. He was ready. He knew where to go.
He just needed to bring himself to actually go there.
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The air was thick from the smoke off all the cigars and cigarettes.
Ethan Campbell did not smoke. At least nothing one could find in such an ‘exclusive’ club as this one. Even though ‘exclusive’ was mostly limited in keeping the prices up and the guests satisfied. At least the one part of the guests that could pay for a separate lounge. And Ethan could.
For that reason alone, some very attractive waiters – and waitresses, depending on what the customer wanted – went to the secluded seating areas to pamper the guests. And give every single one of them the feeling of being a king. Or queen.
The Canadian sat leaned back in one of the comfortable seats while he observed the human who more or less skillfully sprawled on the dance floor. Or artful positioned themselves at the bar. A good bit of the attendees in this part of the ‘Marvelous’ were exceptional attractive and clearly anxious to erect the attention of the usually far less attractive, but well-heeled customers in the lounge area. Literally erect.
Even though not all of the guest were of this quality, but there always were a few visitors who did only distance themselves from the prostitutes in the brothels by not being allowed to get to pushy. After all, the guest should not feel disturbed. Well, and those visitors needed to pass the critical judgment of the bouncers, who really just let a few selected guests in without demanding the entry fee.
Or course, Ethan did not have to put up with this. Neither the bouncers, nor the fee. For guests like him, there was a separate entry door. One of the reasons why the Canadian appreciated the marvelous so much. He had more than enough enemies.
For this reason, he had more than enough bodyguards as well. Naturally, he didn´t need them as they were ordinary human waste and he surpassed them with his abilities. But occasionally, when he wanted to have one over the eight, they were useful.
Displeasure made itself known when he thought about the fact that there were other telepaths out there whose abilities would not be affected by the numbing effects of alcohol. This German rat didn´t even deserve such powers. He was far better than the other, one just needed to look at their positions. Ethan accomplished something in his live. He had money, he was the boss. He would need to make this clear tot he other telepath. So what if Schuldig’s abilities surpassed his? Who cared about that if the German obviously did not know how to deal with it? Why else should Schuldig play be the dog of some American. Crawford was by far not as good as he thought he was.
A dirty grin spread on his lips and he took a sip out of his glass. Vodka, pure. The following weeks promised tob e amusing.
But for now, he needed to make sure that this evening would deserve that description as well. Unfortunately, he already gave the minds of most guests a quick scan. Not much of what he had read was really appealing. He didn´t care if the men or women did this to get paid. Or to get a sugar daddy they could prey upon. It didn´t interest him. Today, he wasn´t in the mood to pick up just anybody. Of course he or she needed to look good. Everything else was out of question as Ethan Campbell only was satisfied with the best. Unfortunately, what was visually the best here was also… well, let’s call it ‘pass through wares’.
He was not in the mood for that. So much for ‘exclusive’.
Ethan snorted derogatory. With one wink he let one of the Bodyguards known to order another drink for him.
Maybe he would find something among the ‘ordinary’ guests. Should it be necessary, he could speed things up if the chosen one really thought he could pass up on his company. He wasn´t that drunk yet.
One quick glance through the room didn´t show him a large selection. That was, until he noticed the bodyguard of a neighbor. Let´s see where this would lead. Either another VIP wanted something to drink as well or- no, the employee in the dark suit was aiming for the bar, but not towards the area where orders for the special guests were left.
Quickly, the pale brown eyes of the Canadian followed the route the Bodyguard probably wanted to take. He tried to guess where the man would go.
A lascivious grin spread on his lips. Well, this was closer to his likings. Even more so since the young man the rival wanted to pick up refused the offer. The redhead didn´t look for more than a few seconds into the direction the bodyguard wanted to guide him.
Interesting. Although he couldn´t see much more than a slender frame and red hear, the club visitor had something about himself that just attracted everyone’s looks. The hair was not the same red as Schuldig’s but a much deeper color. Most likely dyed. But since he would have to deal with the other telepath the day after tomorrow, maybe a redhead was not a bad choice to take his displeasure out on him.
Different to the Schwarz-telepath, this young man however was rather cold. With astonishment Ethan observed two other interested parties gaining a rejection. Short and resolute. And one of them the bodyguard of another VIP guest.
Oh, to take the pray right beneath these wannabe rich people’s noses. To take before their very eyes what they could not have. Yes, that was something. But by no means would he allow someone to embarrass him. Idealy, the man would come to him.
Ethan took the last sip of his Vodka and chased the waitress who placed a new glass in front of him out of his eyesight. He almost choked on the drink when his mental powers banged against a brick wall. That couldn´t be. He wasn´t that drunk already, was he?
Apparently too drunk to break into someone’s mind. He frowned and put more effort into concentration. No, no way to come through. Damn! That would surely spoil his fun. And he could have sworn he had not drunk enough alcohol to have his abilities repressed to such a degree. Maybe something was not right with the redhead? Maybe he should try to enter another guest’s mind to make a test and be sure that his abilities were still alright. Because then, something about his prey was not as it should be and-
Oh.
Relieved, Ethan leaned back. He knew it. Okay, he may be too drunk to enter the man’s mind. But obviously not to influence him. Yes, he definetely had his victim’s attention. The man clearly looked in his direction.
Selfsatisfaction grew within him as he observed the other man placing his half filled glas at the bar and standing up elegant. Pale brown eyes examined a slim body as his prey came closer to him. Now that he could see more, he was pleased. Definitely. A smooth walk, fluid movements. The man moved in a way that reminded him of sex.
What he saw, was simply perfect. The man – clearly younger than him – deserved his special attention.
His bodyguard stopped the redhead. By clearing his throat.
Ethan grinned amused. It was not like Masamoto to behave like this. The Japanese was usually as cold as a stone. And his voice was usually as solid and secure as one. When his employee started to search the man for hidden weapons, he rudely was stopped.
“Don´t touch.” The redhead’s voice was dark and deep. And send a wave of arousal straight down to his groin. He wondered how the redhead sounded when he moaned and screamed. When he was taken so hard that –
It took him some effort to bring his mind back to reality. If the man didn´t want to be searched for weapons… at once he remembered the barrier. Maybe there was something not right. Was he a asssassine, send to kill him? A good paid whore who should murder him once they were alone?
“I´m sure your boss can do that himself.”
Fuck. He recognized the familiar heat in his groin, the prickling sensation of arousal. With a small wave, he let his bodyguard knew to let the redhead pass.
“Stand still.” He ordered as soon as the man stepped into the lounge. Licking his lips, Ethan eyed the man up and down. There was absolutely no place to hide a weapon. The clothes were far to fitting. Tight leather trousers and a black top that probably would look simple on anyone else but now provocatively accented the pale skin. He wanted to leave his marks on that skin.
No jewelry. That man surely didn´t need it. Wait, there. One golden earring. Should be hard to kil someone using this.
His gaze wandered lower, over slim hips and long legs. Boots. Now, that was a place to hide a weapon.
“Take the boots off.” He ordered. And at first received a derisive glance. Ethan could feel the anger building up. Oh, the boy had no idea just who it was he was dealing with.
Nevertheless, he was satisfied when the redhead took off his boots. And amazed at just how the man managed it to make this simple movement so… sensual. Damn, he would love to see him strip when something like this could arouse his so much. And damn, he really was aroused. He could feel his trousers becoming uncomfortable tight.
Bare feet. No dagger hidden in the boot leg. No gun.
With another movement he prompted his guest to turn around. Of course not only to make sure there were no weapons. He wanted to examine his prey. And provide the arrogant fat cats with a little demonstration. Not even his bodyguard was allowed to touch this. He would.
A little bit shake he stood up and stepped closer to the man. Lilac eyes. Where those contact lenses? Whatever, he didn´t care. The now uncomfortably trapped arousal in his pants was more important. And the hunger he could see in those unusual eyes. Oh yes, it would be a very pleasant night once the redhead would give in to the feeling. However, at the moment he could also see reluctance and a mild disgust. The redhead looked like being here was the last thing he wanted to do. And he made no move to touch him out of his own free will. Was it some resistance to the mental influence? Judging by the cold way he had refused the others, he surely was not some whore who would be willing once he saw the money being waved.
Once again Ethan regretted having downed a few drinks already. It would be much easier if he could use his full potential. Then the man would already sit in his lap, eager to speed things up.
Looks like he would manually speed things up. Reluctance or not, at least the redhead’s body could be coaxed into cooperation. And together with a bit of mental tampering, he would get his willing prey. It was obvious the beauty in front of him didn´t liked to be touched. Ethan let an evil grin slip. Then he wrapped his arms around the slim waist and let his hands wander lower to gleeful grope the man. Oh, that felt good. Firm and trained. The glare he received now was everything but cold. The redhead appeared ready to murder him. But didn´t move. How amusing. And hot blooded. The Canadian couldn´t await it any longer. His erection by now as hard as a rock and twitched painfully. The hands sill on the leather clad ass, he pulled the man closer to him. A slight gasp told him when exactly the redhead could feel the hardness pressing against him. No reluctance, no flinch. Very good.
He leaned forward to kiss the inviting mouth, but the man turned his face away. A bit pissed off, the telepath settled for the neck while he his hands demonstratively kept on groping. Goose bumps ran down the neck and the redhead shifted a bit, leaning his head to the side to give him better access. Now, that was better. Much better.
The Canadian sucked on the pale skin and bit it and the desired reaction did not fail to appear. Finally, it was about time, his prey became active and he wrapped his arms around the telepath. The lithe body arched up, towards him. Clearly, this no longer left him cold. With a bit of regret, Ethan stepped back and let himself fall into the soft cushions. His guest’s face had lost the defensive expression. Everything left was dark desire and the Canadian leant back, satisfied with the results so far. When he smugly, he patted his tight, there was no resistance anymore, no hesitation.
First the left, then the right knee sank into the soft cushion on both sides of Ethan’s hip and shortly after that, h could feel the comfortable weight settling on his thighs. However, it was not as near as he liked it to be. Without further add he placed his hands on the man’s waist and pulled him close. The redhead’s legs shifted further apart as he was pulled forward till he almost sat on the bulge tenting out the telepath’s trousers. With a leer he noticed just how effortless the movement was. The night was still young and it would be a great pleasure to find out just how flexible that pretty man was. Once again his lips met the pale neck and this time he softly bit into the sensitive skin. The suppressed moan heceived let the lust he felt flare up even hotter. And the other man wrapped his arms around his neck and began to… oh fuck. To move those hips against his own. Soft, rhythmic movements but the friction it provided for his hard member felt so damn good.
Ethan groaned and once again gripped the young man’s ass. Forced him, to rock harder against him. The redhead obeyed and oh god, he need to get out of those pants.
The younger man’s hands started to move downward. Over a muscular chest, a flat stomach and over the belt the Canadian wore and further down. Slender fingers pressed against the bulge. They started to move, to massage the hard dick through the fabric.
Ethan damped a moan against the other man’s neck and gripped him harder. Oh, that felt so good. He could hear a deep purr when he started to shower the slender neck with kisses and started to rub his erection against the hand on his groin. Irritated, he paused. It certainly wasn´t the first time he heard such a sound during or shortly before sex. But different to then, this did not sound like a sweet kitty at all. On the contrary. For a moment, Ethan felt as if he was the prey. But then he blamed it on the redhead’s deep voice and the feeling vanished the moment he felt warm lips on his own. A tongue, tracing his lips. Now, this was something the boy could probably wish for but if someone here was calming another mouth, it was him. Despite that, Ethan returned the kiss and it didn´t take long for his own tongue to find its way into the mouth of the other man. Where it was practically dared into a fight. Oh yes, he definitely had been right about this one. The man was clearly much more passionate than his cold performance had indicated. Maybe he was a natural redhead after all.
It didn´t matter. As long as the talented mouth would work just as good somewhere else. Abandoning the lips of the younger man, he murmured against the other man’s neck.
“On your knees, pretty.” It would be the crowning event of the event. At least for the time being. He wanted a blow job and let the arrogant geezer see how the man who so coldly and standoffish refused them got on his knees to give him what they won´t get. And god, yes. He wanted to feel that hot mouth. The soft lips, when they surrounded his erection. But the redhead shook his head.
“Let´s go somewhere else.”
How dares the little bastard to refuse? The deep voice was filled with Lust and desire and everything in Ethan screamed for him to take the man. Now and here. But with the best will of the world, he won´t be able to gather the concentration to telepathically add authority to his wish. And he would have to do that. It was obvious that this was not someone with exhibitionistic tendencies. A shame. But Ethan won´t give up that easily.
He buried his hands in dark red hair and forced the man, to look him in the face.
“I said, on your knees.” He ordered. But the other only pursed his lips derogatively.
“I´m not a whore, you can order around.” And with this, the younger man actually got up and appeared ready to leave Ethan standing there. Leave Ethan and little-Ethan standing there, mind you. Oh no, that´s not how this went.
He won´t let himself be exposed in such a condition by some slut. Instantly, the Canadian stood up and gripped the redhead’s wrist after the man was hindered to escape by his guard. He pulled the young man back and- what? Fuck, he was so hard, he couldn´t even concentrate properly. No chance to force the man telepathically into doing something he obviously despised.
Oh, the redhead would pay for this the moment they were alone. But first he needed to get him alone.
„You want it too.“ He finally gave in. Even though he managed to influence the man into coming over here, by now the desire in the violet eyes was clearly visible. As was the lust and the hunger for sex. And the leather trousers surely were not that tight half an hour ago. The slight bulge was not as visible as the one in Ethan’s own trousers, but there.
“Not here.” The deep voice was rough, but demanding.
Reluctantly, Ethan nodded. Fine, the man should get his will as long as he would spread his legs for him. For now. Let´s see if the main desert was as good as the appetizer. If so, he would definitely take him to bed again. And the next time, he will not drink as much alcohol. Then he won´t have to deal with such annoying compromises or disagreement.
His agreement earned him a willing redhead who let himself be kissed without any protest. The Canadian demonstratively and smugly placed his hand on the inviting curves he had touched earlier as he guided the younger man to the backdoor. It won´t be long and he will be able to do it again without the bothering clothes. It won´t be long until he buried his hot member in a willing body. Probably much faster than the pretty redhead most likely thought.
“Check the way to the car and wait there.” He ordered two of his bodyguards. The other two would block the backdoor for the other guests so no one got the idea to use it while he was busy. The smaller man didn´t want an audience? He wanted to go somewhere else?
The Canadian leered. Then the man would have to be satisfied with the alley behind the club. No way he was going to hold out until they reached the car – or even a hotel.
This promised to be a long and very enjoyable night.
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Well…. *cough* You´ve been warned ^^° Review?
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Pairing: Schuldig/Aya(Ran), Aya/?? , maybe others as well
General warning: X-Rated! Darkfic, Sex, Murder, Angst, Violence, Psycho… story unbeta’ed ^^° Warning list may increase.
Chapter warning: still without a beta ;_; Help? I´d hate to ruin scenes like the one at the ending with something like grammar or spelling mistakes. Other than that: language, a tiny little citrus fruit and some self destructive thoughts ^^
Summary: A new mission for Weiß not only creates more trouble than expected, it also forces a side of Aya to light he would have preferred to keep hidden. Especially since it earns him Schwarz’ unwelcomed attention.
Disclaimer: Yeah, basically the same as last chapter ^^°
A/N: Either my fic is really bad or the fandom is almost death ._. To be honest, I actually prefer the first one over the second ^^° Even if my own writing sucks that bad, at least someone else might update a good fic :D Unfortunately, the update rate on this fandom is… well, it could be better, don´t you think? ^^
Okay, since the fic is taking place in Japan, English is obviously a foreign language. So, whenever English is spoken by the characters, it’s written italic. Schuldig will use some German words. Single words or small sentences, I will translate it. When it´s more, I still write English but the text will be bold. (I just hope mediaminer supports that ^^°)
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Chapter 2: The Desire to…
Aya panted heavily, as he got up from the bent posture and flushed the toilet.
When he stepped in front of the sink to rinse his mouth out and brush his teeth, it was already enough to make the sickness awake anew. Even though there really should be nothing left in his stomach he could chuck up. Actually, he felt as if he had puked out his guts as well, so there shouldn´t even be a stomach left. But that was of course only a subjective feeling.
The worst of it, the thing that got him sick in the first place was not something bad he had eaten or the smell of Yohji’s cigarettes befouling the air.
It was, as ridiculous as it sounded, the fact that he felt good. Or had felt good. He shouldn´t. Not after what happened yesterday.
As he brushed his teeth, he avoided even looking into the mirror. He didn´t want to see his reflection. Currently, he felt unable to bear the sight of his face. A face that looked so much like the one of the woman he had admired, but the colors were so defiant wrong. Ran definitely took after his mother. The softly curved lips, the high cheekbones and the exotic shape of his eyes, they were almost identical to his mother´s. But her hair had been pure black with blue reflections. Her eyes had been dark brown, warm and kind. She had been a very stunning woman, a classical Japanese beauty.
And while his features definitely betrayed his Asian heritage, his coloring was anything but Japanese. Or even Asian. Still, with every look into the mirror, he was reminded of the kind hearted woman, who had died in such a horrible way.
His own reflection was a sick, twisted version of hers. Thankfully, the similarities were not as extreme as they once had been.
After hitting puberty, things had changed. And he was very grateful that his looks had changed as well. His face had lost its softness and his features became more defined. More masculine. Even though he still was described as androgyny, it was much better than it had been. Despite that, he hoped Yohji would never see any older photos of him. Especially after the blond more than once joked that they should send Aya in Drag on a mission. According to the Playboy, Aya’s name wa not the only thing befitting him for such a undercover mission. He really could live without the stupid comments that surely would follow if Kudoh ever came across any teenage or childhood pictures of him. But with a bit of luck, there shouldn´t be any more of those left. He had been very thorough when he burned them.
Aya sighed when he placed the toothbrush back after a few minutes and supported himself on the sink with his hands. Ignoring the fact that the white porcelain did not have much difference to his skin in terms of color. Oh, if this would have just been the only thing that changed. Maybe then, he would not feel this disgusted with himself. Would not be tempted to slam his fist into the mirror every time he saw these violet eyes, the red hair. How often had he wanted to burst the reflection, take the broken glass and slam the shards into his face. Into his eyes so he won´t ever have to look at himself again. To never see those distasteful eyes again, the blood-colored hair – or the marks on his body. The proof of what he had done and when he closed his eyes, he still could feel the strong grip around his body, the hands on his hips and thighs. The grip had been strong enough to bruise his skin.
A knock on the door brought his thought back to reality and he looked up.
His eyes met their violet counterparts in the mirror and the urge to slam his fist into the reflection became overwhelming. His hand stopped short just inches away from the even surface and Aya forcefully opened the fist, touching the glass almost lovingly.
“Aya, are you done already?” Yohji’s voice reached through the door.
Aya took a deep breath and tried to control himself. With quick and controlled movements he cleaned up after himself. Took care of the evidence. When he opened the door, he could already see Yohji’s smirk.
“Well, dressing up to go out?” The tone clearly was aimed to tease him.
Going out. God, please. No. He didn´t want to. It´s been so badly recently. What would he give to never having to do this again.
“Hn.” Was all he managed to get out. A chilling glare let Yohji take a step back, mocking him as he pretended to be afraid.
“Charming as always, Ayan.” And then the playboy stepped into the bathroom.
It the Playboy only knew… he really should back off. It was the best reaction. Distance was good. He needed to make sure the other won´t get to close to him.
The man yesterday deserved his fate. Actually, this monster in human form deserved a far worse end. However, that was not the reason why Aya, as sick as it sounded, would have preferred to impale that body with his sword.
Back in his room, the swordmaster picked up his katana. Training would hopefully exhaust out enough to enable him to sleep. No matter how many hours it would take till then. Even if it will give him sore muscles, it was worth it. He needed to distract himself. He needed this, needed the movement, the adrenalin.
Everything, as long as it was not a repeat of yesterday. However, already now and far too soon he noticed that the break such excursions as the one yesterday usually earned him would fail to appear this time.
Yesterday had not been enough.
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„Schuldig! “ Crawford barked.
The American was – to put it mildly – pissed.
“What ? ! ” Was the answer. Astonishingly, the telepath actually managed to outbit his leader when it came to being in a bad mood. Corresponding to this, he did not bring himself to answer to the Schwarzleader’s calling. Crawford might as well swing his office chair loving but here. He didn´t even consider leaving his room. One reason for this could be his current activity. The joint he was rolling for himself was something he really needed right now.
Even more so, since harder drugs were not allowed for him right now. Looking at the situation like that, Schwarz’ Oracle was even responsible for his mood. Yet another reason to not listen to him. Sadly, the reason for Crawford’s bad temper was the same reason for the current ban on drugs.
‘Competition’ was in town. Even though Schuldig refused to call this joke of a telepath competition. He really had no idea why Brad would make such a drama because of someone who didn´t even have half of the potention Schuldig was able to call his own. Fine, the Canadian didn´t need to dope himself on a regular base to keep the voices out. But the German was fine with doing exactly that.
Unfortunately, Crawford wasn’t. Addiciont, my ass! The badly feigned worries to support an even worse excuse. The American could shove it up his ass. They could keep company with the broomstick which was already a long-staying regular in Crawford’s ass. Maybe play Skat or Poker together. Even though it might be difficult as that was a place where the sun doesn´t shine and therefore, there hardly would be any light to see the cards.
Naturally, he was interrupted exactly when he finally finished rolling his Joint and wanted to it the Hashish cigarette. Without further add, it was taken out of his hand and Schuldig was just in the mood to give the American a migraine of special dimention. Maybe that would give the blackhaired man a clue on how he himself felt right now.
„Weiß have it in for our clients again.” Oracle informed him.
„Great.“ Commented Schuldig sarcastic. Well, that explained the mood. At least this time the bot hof them agreed on something. Neither he nor the American really were keen on working for other talents. Even more so, when their employer prided themselves on their mingy abilities and didn´t like to have said abilities shown off as what they were. Pathetic. And Schuldig presented the perfect method to degrade the other telepath simply with his attendance. For example with a direct comparison of skills. For this reason alone Campbell would do everything, but not take him on. Sadly, ‘do everything’ included to abuse the position his contact gained him. The position as Schwarz’s employer.
Schuldig cursed mentally and asked himself just whose butt he had kicked that hard in his former live to deserve this. It wasn´t enough that he had to work for an workaholic, joy-despising American with god complex. No, now the mentioned American has to be employed by an egocentric, arrogant pseudo-telepath with napoleon complex. Yes, just on what position did that put Schuldig on the food chain? At a very shitty one.
“Can´t we just wait till Weiß get rid of these idiots?” He asked, even though he knew the answer already. Crawford wouldn´t be here if they could. “The kitties could scuff their claws and I won´t have to deal with amateurs.”
The clairvoyant observed him and appeared almost amused. Emphasis on the word ‘almost’. This was Brad Crawford after all.
“I don´t think you will get bored that fast. Weiß is going to mess with their business in ten days. I want you to keep an eye on Campbell. As close as you can.”
Schuldig stopped ogling his Joint and lifted one eyebrow. Crawford wanted him to scan another telepaths mind?
“What´s with Abyssinian?” If he was allowed to do that, he wanted to do it right. Even more, since he can´t stand the other telepath. There it was, the predestined storage area for the migraine he was forbidden to give Crawford.
“Abyssinian won’t participate.” The teams Oracle predicted.
Schuldig had no diea, what to think of that. Even more, since the redhead was the only member of Weiß who had something like mental barriers. And Weiß wanted to compete the mission without him? Against psi-talents?
Well, Crawford had claimed he won´t be bored. Was he supposed to amuse himself by seeing the kittens getting their fur paddled? He was not complaining, but without the redheaded leader of the Weiß team, it was almost boring. Even if it was only for the reason that out of all Weiß, Abysinnian would have the biggest trouble swallowing defeat.
Still hard to imagine, Weiß pulling of a mission without their leader.
Schuldig wondered, what might keep the redhead from participating.
But in the end, he couldn´t care less. Right now, getting his Joint back was more important.
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Eight days later and two days before the mission.
Everything was planned down to detail. Kritiker didn´t give them any more information on their targets, but their informant seemed to have gained more information on the location where the deal would take place. Satellitepictures, floor plans and blueprints. Access routes and potential escape routes. Compared to some of the other missions, the amount of information for this one was close to luxury. Usually, things like that were part of Omi´s job. But time was short and Manx had not joked about Kritiker giving them more support than usual. But now the plan stood and a backup plan had been made. Preparations were finished.
Aya waited tensely till the sound of the seven’s motor faded out into the night. This was the last occasion for the playboy to go out again. Doing it on the day before the mission was irresponsible. Even Yohji Kudoh agreed on this and that’s saying something.
But it wasn´t just the last possibility for Yohji. The redheads gaze shifted towards the files. Neither Omi or other agents of Kritiker had managed to get any visual material. At least not when it came to their targets. Someone was taking care of this, so much was sure. Aya did not like such insecurities when it came to missions. Not knowing things could end very dangerous very fast. And in this case, the effect was even worst since at least one talent was among the targets.
Telepathy. Or Precognition.
Like Mastermind. Or like Oracle.
He needed to try it at least. In theory he should be able to find the man. He knew where Campbell stayed when he went clubbing. Or rather, where he went to get wasted. And he knew the man was paranoid.
But it was a chance. Maybe in two days time it would save their butts. Even if he hated it, it was the best alternative. The last days, he spent so much time in the training rooms. Hoping to get himself under conrol. But with every passing day, it became worse. He couldn´t afford to be distracted during the mission. He needed to get out sooner and if he really managed to get close enough to Campbell…. Killing two birds with one stone.
The redheaded man stood up from the windowsill where he had listened to the sounds of the motor. Kudoh was gone. And Aya would be gone in a moment as well.
The lock on the window was fixed. He was ready. He knew where to go.
He just needed to bring himself to actually go there.
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The air was thick from the smoke off all the cigars and cigarettes.
Ethan Campbell did not smoke. At least nothing one could find in such an ‘exclusive’ club as this one. Even though ‘exclusive’ was mostly limited in keeping the prices up and the guests satisfied. At least the one part of the guests that could pay for a separate lounge. And Ethan could.
For that reason alone, some very attractive waiters – and waitresses, depending on what the customer wanted – went to the secluded seating areas to pamper the guests. And give every single one of them the feeling of being a king. Or queen.
The Canadian sat leaned back in one of the comfortable seats while he observed the human who more or less skillfully sprawled on the dance floor. Or artful positioned themselves at the bar. A good bit of the attendees in this part of the ‘Marvelous’ were exceptional attractive and clearly anxious to erect the attention of the usually far less attractive, but well-heeled customers in the lounge area. Literally erect.
Even though not all of the guest were of this quality, but there always were a few visitors who did only distance themselves from the prostitutes in the brothels by not being allowed to get to pushy. After all, the guest should not feel disturbed. Well, and those visitors needed to pass the critical judgment of the bouncers, who really just let a few selected guests in without demanding the entry fee.
Or course, Ethan did not have to put up with this. Neither the bouncers, nor the fee. For guests like him, there was a separate entry door. One of the reasons why the Canadian appreciated the marvelous so much. He had more than enough enemies.
For this reason, he had more than enough bodyguards as well. Naturally, he didn´t need them as they were ordinary human waste and he surpassed them with his abilities. But occasionally, when he wanted to have one over the eight, they were useful.
Displeasure made itself known when he thought about the fact that there were other telepaths out there whose abilities would not be affected by the numbing effects of alcohol. This German rat didn´t even deserve such powers. He was far better than the other, one just needed to look at their positions. Ethan accomplished something in his live. He had money, he was the boss. He would need to make this clear tot he other telepath. So what if Schuldig’s abilities surpassed his? Who cared about that if the German obviously did not know how to deal with it? Why else should Schuldig play be the dog of some American. Crawford was by far not as good as he thought he was.
A dirty grin spread on his lips and he took a sip out of his glass. Vodka, pure. The following weeks promised tob e amusing.
But for now, he needed to make sure that this evening would deserve that description as well. Unfortunately, he already gave the minds of most guests a quick scan. Not much of what he had read was really appealing. He didn´t care if the men or women did this to get paid. Or to get a sugar daddy they could prey upon. It didn´t interest him. Today, he wasn´t in the mood to pick up just anybody. Of course he or she needed to look good. Everything else was out of question as Ethan Campbell only was satisfied with the best. Unfortunately, what was visually the best here was also… well, let’s call it ‘pass through wares’.
He was not in the mood for that. So much for ‘exclusive’.
Ethan snorted derogatory. With one wink he let one of the Bodyguards known to order another drink for him.
Maybe he would find something among the ‘ordinary’ guests. Should it be necessary, he could speed things up if the chosen one really thought he could pass up on his company. He wasn´t that drunk yet.
One quick glance through the room didn´t show him a large selection. That was, until he noticed the bodyguard of a neighbor. Let´s see where this would lead. Either another VIP wanted something to drink as well or- no, the employee in the dark suit was aiming for the bar, but not towards the area where orders for the special guests were left.
Quickly, the pale brown eyes of the Canadian followed the route the Bodyguard probably wanted to take. He tried to guess where the man would go.
A lascivious grin spread on his lips. Well, this was closer to his likings. Even more so since the young man the rival wanted to pick up refused the offer. The redhead didn´t look for more than a few seconds into the direction the bodyguard wanted to guide him.
Interesting. Although he couldn´t see much more than a slender frame and red hear, the club visitor had something about himself that just attracted everyone’s looks. The hair was not the same red as Schuldig’s but a much deeper color. Most likely dyed. But since he would have to deal with the other telepath the day after tomorrow, maybe a redhead was not a bad choice to take his displeasure out on him.
Different to the Schwarz-telepath, this young man however was rather cold. With astonishment Ethan observed two other interested parties gaining a rejection. Short and resolute. And one of them the bodyguard of another VIP guest.
Oh, to take the pray right beneath these wannabe rich people’s noses. To take before their very eyes what they could not have. Yes, that was something. But by no means would he allow someone to embarrass him. Idealy, the man would come to him.
Ethan took the last sip of his Vodka and chased the waitress who placed a new glass in front of him out of his eyesight. He almost choked on the drink when his mental powers banged against a brick wall. That couldn´t be. He wasn´t that drunk already, was he?
Apparently too drunk to break into someone’s mind. He frowned and put more effort into concentration. No, no way to come through. Damn! That would surely spoil his fun. And he could have sworn he had not drunk enough alcohol to have his abilities repressed to such a degree. Maybe something was not right with the redhead? Maybe he should try to enter another guest’s mind to make a test and be sure that his abilities were still alright. Because then, something about his prey was not as it should be and-
Oh.
Relieved, Ethan leaned back. He knew it. Okay, he may be too drunk to enter the man’s mind. But obviously not to influence him. Yes, he definetely had his victim’s attention. The man clearly looked in his direction.
Selfsatisfaction grew within him as he observed the other man placing his half filled glas at the bar and standing up elegant. Pale brown eyes examined a slim body as his prey came closer to him. Now that he could see more, he was pleased. Definitely. A smooth walk, fluid movements. The man moved in a way that reminded him of sex.
What he saw, was simply perfect. The man – clearly younger than him – deserved his special attention.
His bodyguard stopped the redhead. By clearing his throat.
Ethan grinned amused. It was not like Masamoto to behave like this. The Japanese was usually as cold as a stone. And his voice was usually as solid and secure as one. When his employee started to search the man for hidden weapons, he rudely was stopped.
“Don´t touch.” The redhead’s voice was dark and deep. And send a wave of arousal straight down to his groin. He wondered how the redhead sounded when he moaned and screamed. When he was taken so hard that –
It took him some effort to bring his mind back to reality. If the man didn´t want to be searched for weapons… at once he remembered the barrier. Maybe there was something not right. Was he a asssassine, send to kill him? A good paid whore who should murder him once they were alone?
“I´m sure your boss can do that himself.”
Fuck. He recognized the familiar heat in his groin, the prickling sensation of arousal. With a small wave, he let his bodyguard knew to let the redhead pass.
“Stand still.” He ordered as soon as the man stepped into the lounge. Licking his lips, Ethan eyed the man up and down. There was absolutely no place to hide a weapon. The clothes were far to fitting. Tight leather trousers and a black top that probably would look simple on anyone else but now provocatively accented the pale skin. He wanted to leave his marks on that skin.
No jewelry. That man surely didn´t need it. Wait, there. One golden earring. Should be hard to kil someone using this.
His gaze wandered lower, over slim hips and long legs. Boots. Now, that was a place to hide a weapon.
“Take the boots off.” He ordered. And at first received a derisive glance. Ethan could feel the anger building up. Oh, the boy had no idea just who it was he was dealing with.
Nevertheless, he was satisfied when the redhead took off his boots. And amazed at just how the man managed it to make this simple movement so… sensual. Damn, he would love to see him strip when something like this could arouse his so much. And damn, he really was aroused. He could feel his trousers becoming uncomfortable tight.
Bare feet. No dagger hidden in the boot leg. No gun.
With another movement he prompted his guest to turn around. Of course not only to make sure there were no weapons. He wanted to examine his prey. And provide the arrogant fat cats with a little demonstration. Not even his bodyguard was allowed to touch this. He would.
A little bit shake he stood up and stepped closer to the man. Lilac eyes. Where those contact lenses? Whatever, he didn´t care. The now uncomfortably trapped arousal in his pants was more important. And the hunger he could see in those unusual eyes. Oh yes, it would be a very pleasant night once the redhead would give in to the feeling. However, at the moment he could also see reluctance and a mild disgust. The redhead looked like being here was the last thing he wanted to do. And he made no move to touch him out of his own free will. Was it some resistance to the mental influence? Judging by the cold way he had refused the others, he surely was not some whore who would be willing once he saw the money being waved.
Once again Ethan regretted having downed a few drinks already. It would be much easier if he could use his full potential. Then the man would already sit in his lap, eager to speed things up.
Looks like he would manually speed things up. Reluctance or not, at least the redhead’s body could be coaxed into cooperation. And together with a bit of mental tampering, he would get his willing prey. It was obvious the beauty in front of him didn´t liked to be touched. Ethan let an evil grin slip. Then he wrapped his arms around the slim waist and let his hands wander lower to gleeful grope the man. Oh, that felt good. Firm and trained. The glare he received now was everything but cold. The redhead appeared ready to murder him. But didn´t move. How amusing. And hot blooded. The Canadian couldn´t await it any longer. His erection by now as hard as a rock and twitched painfully. The hands sill on the leather clad ass, he pulled the man closer to him. A slight gasp told him when exactly the redhead could feel the hardness pressing against him. No reluctance, no flinch. Very good.
He leaned forward to kiss the inviting mouth, but the man turned his face away. A bit pissed off, the telepath settled for the neck while he his hands demonstratively kept on groping. Goose bumps ran down the neck and the redhead shifted a bit, leaning his head to the side to give him better access. Now, that was better. Much better.
The Canadian sucked on the pale skin and bit it and the desired reaction did not fail to appear. Finally, it was about time, his prey became active and he wrapped his arms around the telepath. The lithe body arched up, towards him. Clearly, this no longer left him cold. With a bit of regret, Ethan stepped back and let himself fall into the soft cushions. His guest’s face had lost the defensive expression. Everything left was dark desire and the Canadian leant back, satisfied with the results so far. When he smugly, he patted his tight, there was no resistance anymore, no hesitation.
First the left, then the right knee sank into the soft cushion on both sides of Ethan’s hip and shortly after that, h could feel the comfortable weight settling on his thighs. However, it was not as near as he liked it to be. Without further add he placed his hands on the man’s waist and pulled him close. The redhead’s legs shifted further apart as he was pulled forward till he almost sat on the bulge tenting out the telepath’s trousers. With a leer he noticed just how effortless the movement was. The night was still young and it would be a great pleasure to find out just how flexible that pretty man was. Once again his lips met the pale neck and this time he softly bit into the sensitive skin. The suppressed moan heceived let the lust he felt flare up even hotter. And the other man wrapped his arms around his neck and began to… oh fuck. To move those hips against his own. Soft, rhythmic movements but the friction it provided for his hard member felt so damn good.
Ethan groaned and once again gripped the young man’s ass. Forced him, to rock harder against him. The redhead obeyed and oh god, he need to get out of those pants.
The younger man’s hands started to move downward. Over a muscular chest, a flat stomach and over the belt the Canadian wore and further down. Slender fingers pressed against the bulge. They started to move, to massage the hard dick through the fabric.
Ethan damped a moan against the other man’s neck and gripped him harder. Oh, that felt so good. He could hear a deep purr when he started to shower the slender neck with kisses and started to rub his erection against the hand on his groin. Irritated, he paused. It certainly wasn´t the first time he heard such a sound during or shortly before sex. But different to then, this did not sound like a sweet kitty at all. On the contrary. For a moment, Ethan felt as if he was the prey. But then he blamed it on the redhead’s deep voice and the feeling vanished the moment he felt warm lips on his own. A tongue, tracing his lips. Now, this was something the boy could probably wish for but if someone here was calming another mouth, it was him. Despite that, Ethan returned the kiss and it didn´t take long for his own tongue to find its way into the mouth of the other man. Where it was practically dared into a fight. Oh yes, he definitely had been right about this one. The man was clearly much more passionate than his cold performance had indicated. Maybe he was a natural redhead after all.
It didn´t matter. As long as the talented mouth would work just as good somewhere else. Abandoning the lips of the younger man, he murmured against the other man’s neck.
“On your knees, pretty.” It would be the crowning event of the event. At least for the time being. He wanted a blow job and let the arrogant geezer see how the man who so coldly and standoffish refused them got on his knees to give him what they won´t get. And god, yes. He wanted to feel that hot mouth. The soft lips, when they surrounded his erection. But the redhead shook his head.
“Let´s go somewhere else.”
How dares the little bastard to refuse? The deep voice was filled with Lust and desire and everything in Ethan screamed for him to take the man. Now and here. But with the best will of the world, he won´t be able to gather the concentration to telepathically add authority to his wish. And he would have to do that. It was obvious that this was not someone with exhibitionistic tendencies. A shame. But Ethan won´t give up that easily.
He buried his hands in dark red hair and forced the man, to look him in the face.
“I said, on your knees.” He ordered. But the other only pursed his lips derogatively.
“I´m not a whore, you can order around.” And with this, the younger man actually got up and appeared ready to leave Ethan standing there. Leave Ethan and little-Ethan standing there, mind you. Oh no, that´s not how this went.
He won´t let himself be exposed in such a condition by some slut. Instantly, the Canadian stood up and gripped the redhead’s wrist after the man was hindered to escape by his guard. He pulled the young man back and- what? Fuck, he was so hard, he couldn´t even concentrate properly. No chance to force the man telepathically into doing something he obviously despised.
Oh, the redhead would pay for this the moment they were alone. But first he needed to get him alone.
„You want it too.“ He finally gave in. Even though he managed to influence the man into coming over here, by now the desire in the violet eyes was clearly visible. As was the lust and the hunger for sex. And the leather trousers surely were not that tight half an hour ago. The slight bulge was not as visible as the one in Ethan’s own trousers, but there.
“Not here.” The deep voice was rough, but demanding.
Reluctantly, Ethan nodded. Fine, the man should get his will as long as he would spread his legs for him. For now. Let´s see if the main desert was as good as the appetizer. If so, he would definitely take him to bed again. And the next time, he will not drink as much alcohol. Then he won´t have to deal with such annoying compromises or disagreement.
His agreement earned him a willing redhead who let himself be kissed without any protest. The Canadian demonstratively and smugly placed his hand on the inviting curves he had touched earlier as he guided the younger man to the backdoor. It won´t be long and he will be able to do it again without the bothering clothes. It won´t be long until he buried his hot member in a willing body. Probably much faster than the pretty redhead most likely thought.
“Check the way to the car and wait there.” He ordered two of his bodyguards. The other two would block the backdoor for the other guests so no one got the idea to use it while he was busy. The smaller man didn´t want an audience? He wanted to go somewhere else?
The Canadian leered. Then the man would have to be satisfied with the alley behind the club. No way he was going to hold out until they reached the car – or even a hotel.
This promised to be a long and very enjoyable night.
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Well…. *cough* You´ve been warned ^^° Review?
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