Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Läuterung ❯ bestrafen (continued) ( Chapter 2 )

Läuterung (Bestrafen)

By Eline

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The marginally happier ending to "bestrafen" . . . Switch in point of view . . .

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"Aya? What are you doing?"

Aya looked at Youji as though he was being insufferably dense. "Continuing the game," he replied. And his face despite the drying tracks of his smeared tears was calm.

Youji's mind raced to decipher the new quandary that Aya had deigned to throw at him. Payment? Aya hated to owe anyone anything. Or did he want the added humiliation of sucking another man off on his knees? Was Aya into that sort of thing?

Or was it something *else* again?

Damn you, Aya . . . Damn you for confusing me . . .

"You don't want to?" Aya asked hesitantly. "I--I know you like girls, but--"

Youji laid a finger over his lips. "Believe me when I say I find you *very* fuckable. Gender isn't always an issue, you know? Sex . . . is sometimes just about finding the right places to rub. Most guys would get turned on if rubbed the right way . . . But are you sure?"

"Why do you always ask that?" Aya's expression was now curious.

Why *did* he keep asking that?

Because I don't want to hurt you anymore than you already have been . . .

"Because that's the game, Aya . . . It's your *right* to stop things when it gets too rough, and it's your right to sleep with whom you choose. I don't want you to do this because you feel . . . obligated. If that's the case, then I'm sorry, this game has officially ended."

But Aya surprised him again by taking his hand. "Youji, believe me when I say that I want this . . ." Youji stared in disbelief as the redhead kissed the palm of his hand, worshipping it.

He had not been lying when he had said that he found Aya fuckable. Aya on his knees, his tongue tracing patterns on the soft fleshy part of his palm was *more* than just fuckable . . . He literally stole Youji's breath away.

It seemed that the game had attained another dimension. And Youji knew that he would cherish this privilege with all the care it was due.

He allowed himself a slight smile as his fingers found their way into Aya's willing mouth. So that was the game, eh? He let Aya attend to his fingers for a moment longer before pulling away and sauntering back to his chair.

"If you want it get to it, you can't use your hands this time," Youji said softly as he reclined back against the chair's soft cushioning. This was a test of how far Aya was willing to go in this game.

Aya nodded and reached over to the pile of discarded clothing.

Where and when did *Aya* of all people get a pair of handcuffs? And do I really want to know?

But that question was swiftly pushed aside as the redhead presented the set of steel restraints with the key. An offering.

"Do you want to use them?" Restraints were not a big feature of any of their games so far. Youji had thought that Aya would not react so well to being bound.

A nod. Aya never wasted words--even *here*. He did not even flinch as Youji took the handcuffs and fastened them securely but not tightly around his wrists so that they were bound behind his back.

"Safe word still applies . . ."

He thought Aya had almost smiled before he got down to work. With a lot more dexterity than Youji would ever give him credit for, he had the first button undone with his teeth. Unfortunately for him, Youji had been wearing one of his button-fly pants that day. But Aya, as always, was persistent.

Youji felt his jeans grow tighter as he watched Aya working on the fly. The sensations caused by teeth tugging at the buttons above his groin was beginning to torment him. If he had not known any better, he could have sworn that the redhead was teasing him . . .

Aya's efforts paid off eventually and he pried the denim aside carefully. Youji seldom wore underwear, so the next step was a lot easier.

When Aya took him into his mouth, Youji was convinced that he was dreaming. A bizarre spin-off from their usual games? How had they gone from Point S&M to Point H was suddenly beyond his ability to comprehend. Although it had to be said that his ability to remember what was two plus two was also severely compromised by Aya licking the underside of his shaft.

The redhead had been a little unsure at first, but he was definitely getting into the swing of things. Youji stifled a groan as Aya put his tongue to good use. Not that experienced, but certainly not a total virgin to this . . .

Had Aya done this before? To someone else? Someone else who had seen him cry? Someone else who had reddened that pale skin prior to receiving the attentions of the redhead's soft lips . . .

The surge of jealousy Youji experienced was both abrupt and unexpected. His hands moved to tangle possessively in Aya's hair, pulling him closer.

The redhead inhaled Youji's length deeper and hummed gently.

Shit . . .

Youji's grip tightened. It was all he could not to get up and fuck Aya's deliciously warm and wet mouth. But Youji forced himself to take it slow. This was for Aya. Aya was setting the pace . . . for now. He kept this mantra in his head as Aya continued to deep-throat him.

As if sensing his impatience, Aya quickened his pace.

The warmth in his groin seemed to throb in time to Aya's ministrations. Youji did not think he could hold on much longer. To be entirely truthful, the mental stimulus of *seeing* Aya going down on him was partially responsible for pushing him over the edge. Breathing heavily, Youji curled his fingers into Aya's already tousled hair, trying to push him away. "Aya . . . I'm going to--"

Yet Aya continued to supply the warm suction until Youji came in his mouth. But he had not anticipated just how *much* Youji would come and choked slightly as he tried to swallow.

"That's known as taking on more than you can chew. Or swallow," Youji said after he had taken a few deep breaths. Through the soft, hazy fog of pleasure, he was aware of Aya kneeling at his feet, face stained with the fluids that had overflowed. After ascertaining that Aya was not choking and was fairly okay except for the raging hard-on between his legs, Youji traced a finger around the redhead's chin, gathering up a little of his own semen. "The benefits of a good recon, Aya, is that you wouldn't be surprised later on . . . But I still would've made you clean it up anyhow. And foot the dry-cleaning bill for the carpet." He smirked slightly as Aya glared up at him. He traced out the line of Aya's lips--such soft lips when they were not snarling death threats--and parted them gently.

Aya hesitated for a second or two before drawing the finger into his mouth and cleaning it. "Don't forget this, Aya," Youji said as he gathered more of his leavings in his hand.

Aya whimpered softly even as he complied and started licking again. Unable to touch himself, he knew that he was dependent on Youji for his release.

"That's enough of you topping from the bottom, Aya . . . We're play it *my* way now." He had grown hard again as he watched Aya squirm while licking up the fluids from his hand and groin, but he was not done yet.

He drew the redhead to his feet carefully, noting the glazed look in Aya's eyes and his wonderfully flushed complexion. "Just a little longer," he said reassuringly, reaching down to pet Aya's erection. The resulting gasp of lust and the shudder that ran through the normally cold assassin thrilled Youji on a level that he was unable to define.

Who would've thought? That was *such* a turn-on . . .

Steering Aya towards his bed, Youji positioned him to his liking. Yes, Aya on his knees in the middle of the mattress, such a pretty picture . . . The belt marks were already fading. But first, some preparations . . .

"Youji . . . Youji?" Aya was twisting about, trying to see what Youji was doing behind him.

"Shhhhh . . ." They had got this far, but damned if he was going to rush it. "Patience . . . We can either stop now, or ride it out . . . it's your choice."

Aya subsided, a little less gracefully this time. Youji then placed the packet of condoms and the tube of lubricant he had retrieved from his closet in plain view on the bed.

There were other ways to achieve a certain kind of release. And Youji was going to show them to Aya, no matter how long it took.

Planting a kiss on the nape of his neck, Youji began to explore Aya's body, tracing the red welts left by their earlier game. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

"I-I--Youji . . ."

Youji applied a little pressure on Aya's nipple. "I asked a question."

"No . . . Not yet . . . I-I only let them use my mouth . . ."

"So why now? Why do you want me to do it?" His hand stroked upwards slowly from Aya's belly to his throat.

"Uhh . . ." Aya was making incoherent noises as he lolled back against Youji's chest. "I-I trust you . . . Ahh--Youji!"

He had cried out because Youji had nipped at the tender skin of collarbone. "You trust me?"

"Yes . . ."

And that meant *everything*. They were Weiß. They were killers. They had nothing but each other to depend on. In this room. *Here* where the rest of the world could not judge them.

"I won't pretend to understand anything, Aya. That would be presumptuous of me . . ."

Aya moaned as Youji sucked on the reddened patch of skin, leaving his mark. "But you're safe here . . . You can let it all out here . . ."

And then for the second time that night, Aya's defences broke down. Youji held him tightly as he started to shake . . .

"*Please* . . ." Aya sobbed.

"Please what?"

"Please do something . . . *Anything* . . . fuck me . . ."

This was *Aya*.

Aya begging to be fucked.

Youji eased Aya's upper body down to the mattress and opened the tube of lubricant. The redhead was still pleading softly, partially muffled by the sheets. After ensuring that Aya's breathing was not restricted, Youji applied a generous dollop of lube to the skin around the redhead's exposed anus. Slicking his fingers with more lube, he slid his forefinger slowly into Aya's tight passage.

Aya tightened instinctively, but Youji patiently worked his finger in and out to stretch him.

"Is this okay?"

"Ah . . . yes . . ." Aya mumbled.

"Still okay?" he asked when he added a second finger. Aya was really uptight--figuratively *and* literally in some places. The last thing Youji needed was for Aya to panic just before the grand finale.

It's going to hurt if you don't loosen up . . .

And quite a few things dawned on Youji at that point. He was unsure whether to be angry or just fed-up, but he had promised himself that he would try and get Aya's seriously screwed perceptions straightened out . . .

He slid his long fingers into Aya a little more and found the spot he had been looking for--

The noises Aya made were most gratifying.

"So, does this feel like *punishment* anymore, Aya?" Youji asked casually. "Does it?"

Panting softly and trembling with need, Aya did not reply.

"Or do you want it in a different way now?" A little twist and he brushed Aya's prostate once more. Male or female, they all had their own special erogenous zones, as Youji had discovered early in life. But with women, one could never tell. Sometimes, the search for the elusive G-spot was not as easy as they made it out to be. Now with men . . . well, the results were not that easily counterfeited.

Aya . . . now, Aya seemed to be resisting the urge to push himself against Youji's fingers to repeat the mind-numbing sensations he had experienced earlier.

"I do take some pride in my reputation, you know?" he said calmly despite his own eagerness. "No one's complained that sleeping with me was a *chore* . . . or worse, a bad experience. So far, anyway. You're *not* going to be the first, Aya . . ."

"Please . . . just do it!" Aya was beginning to thrash about now. Youji stilled his arms to prevent Aya from tearing the skin of his wrists on the cuffs. He made a note to find some leather ones next time--Aya was a little *too* excitable. There was not much time left . . .

It was a good thing that Youji did live by the Nike slogan.

And the person who invented ribbed, strawberry-flavoured pre-lubricated condoms was obviously a fucking genius . . .

He slipped on a rubber and entered Aya's tight passage as gingerly as he could. Even with the lube and the slick rubber sheath, Aya was tensing up with the pain of the initial penetration.

"Just a little more," Youji grated out. Aya was *tight*. Wonderfully tight and warm around his own heated flesh. He settled into Aya as far as he could go and pulled out, driving in again in a gentle rhythm.

It was not long before Aya started to gasp and moan as his prostrate was stimulated once again, driving all thought of pain from his mind. He actually started to push back in time with Youji's movements, desperately attempting to reach some kind of resolution. Youji knew they were both so close . . .

Ooookay . . . we're on track here. Now for the hard part . . .

And he stopped in the middle of a thrust. Aya made a sound in protest and tried to move backwards to nudge Youji back into motion.

"Aya, listen to me . . . this is *not* part of the punishment," Youji whispered into his ear as he bent over the redhead's back. "I don't know and I don't *care* how screwed up you are internally, but you will not use me like a belt. This is for you. For *us*. It has nothing to do with that came before. Do you understand?" he asked as he reached down to squeeze Aya's erect member.

"Y-yes!"

"Good." And Youji started to move again, this time stroking Aya in time with his thrusts.

Aya came first with a cry that was halfway between a mindless scream and a sob of relief. Youji was not too far behind as the redhead's muscles tightened pleasurably around his shaft.

Spent, both physically and emotionally, Youji slumped over Aya's back as the haze of orgasmic bliss overtook him again for the second time that night. It would not be a bad idea, really, to stay like this forever . . .

Oh well . . .

Mindful of his responsibilities, he got up and out of Aya before unlocking the handcuffs.

"Oi, I think you'd be a little more comfortable if you got off the wet spot," Youji said as he rubbed one of the redhead's wrists to restore the circulation. "Or can you even move at all?"

A soft, noncommittal sound was his only reply.

And this has just become a one-sided conversation . . .

He turned the redhead over and shoved the bedcovers aside. Aya's eyes were closed, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen--that's all for this evening. The great Kudou Youji will now head for the washer with the sheets--"

"Leave the sheets." Aya opened his eyes. "Please . . ."

Youji had been contemplating pulling on some shorts, but stopped short at Aya's words.

"Okay . . ." He sat back down and looked at the redhead expectantly.

"What you said . . . about not using you like . . . a belt . . ." Aya did not seem to know where to look. "I . . ."

Youji clasped his hands behind his head and leant back against the headboard. "It's a bit like this . . . You want a few whacks with the belt, it's no problem . . . Better me than someone who doesn't know how to control his swing. But sex for the pain is out of the question. I didn't want to be the one giving the whacks. But I wanted your cute ass--striped and spanked pink, or pretty and white. Now *you* wanted the pain . . . for both," he said matter-of-factly, eyeing the handprints on Aya's hips. He had not been bruised, thank goodness . . .

"That's what trust is about . . . It isn't just about trusting someone to keep your dirty secrets or giving you a spanking. It's . . . about knowing that you won't get hurt with that person. Ever. Because someone you trust would know better than to *really* hurt you, no matter how much you want it. Some of those shits out in those leather clubs don't understand that."

Sometimes, I think you don't really understand it either . . .

"So if you want to play the game, by all means. But I won't be your personal rapist." Youji reached for the box of cigarettes he kept on the bedside table and lit one. He puffed out a mouthful of smoke into the silence that followed and wondered how Aya was taking all this.

I did my best . . . Heck, I even did a live demo of safe sex . . . The rest . . . the rest is up to you to sort out for yourself, Aya.

"Youji."

"Eh?"

"I didn't mean to make you feel . . . like that. I don't . . . know how to--"

"I know . . . we've got to work on your social skills a little more, but I've got no complaints about your technique."

Aya got the joke after a few seconds and almost smiled. He allowed Youji to pull up the blanket to cover them both. Miracle of miracles, he actually cuddled up to Youji after the older man had stubbed out his cigarette in preparation for a much-needed rest.

Youji smiled in the dark. This, he could hold on to and treasure for as long as it lasted.

When they woke, Youji would be his usual self and Aya would be *leader* again. They would leave this place with their masks firmly in place. But for now . . . they could just *be*.

End "bestrafen". Next instalment: "büßen"

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Notes: And *that* was Eline's first ever complete lemon . . . You can tell from how bad it was. Revising everything now.

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