Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Liquid Sin ❯ Liquid Sin ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Liquid Sin

Disclaimer: Project weiß does not belong to me. If it did I would be rich and famous. I don't own the bishies, and I promise that I will put them back when I am done.
Warnings: PWP NC-17 Yaoi male/male action starring Schuldich and Farfarello. Not for kiddies under 17. Some profanity as well.
Notes: //blah// indicates telepathy; * blah * indicates thoughts. Written from Farfarello's POV. My lemon writing skills are not the best so bear with me. Also Schuldig has the manga appearance in this fiction.
Me Fae Rae: Irish means My Red Man, maybe referring to Schu's bloody tastes
Mein engel: German means My angel, probably a Schu joke
Mein Lieber: German means My Lover
Vas zum: German means what the? Schu was gonna say something more but got distracted
Verdammt: German means Dammit.

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Throbbing beat. Flashing lights. Twisting forms. The darkness was never so dark than that revealed by the purple glow of man's lust. The bitter smell of alcohol and sweat masking the fainter ones of blood and lust and fear. Yes they fear even as they seek the fleeting comforts of strangers, their laughter bright and brittle in the pulsating black lights. These people mixing among each other, grinding together in the dark dance of sins and lies were the chosen of Him on His throne of deceit. They may not know that, but one of them tonight would pay the price of that blessing.

Watching them, I leaned against the bar, looking for a sheep to cull. There had not been a job for over a week and that hunger was rising in me. Briefly I smiled into my drink, wondering what the others were thinking right now. Were they searching for me, wondering if I had gotten captured or killed? Or were they sighing with relief that I wormed my way free of the bindings and gone hunting, leaving their skins free of any such attack? I could care less, fellow demons that they were; Schwarz was not a family only a collection of liked minded killers.

I place my glass on the bar, feeling a slight disappointment. There were little pickings for tonight. Those that gathered here were sinners that I do not wish to disturb. Each grind of their hips, each sultry look, each bold touch and the downing of bitter beverages were only another blow to Him. Not as bad as one of them bleeding their last for me, but enough to help weigh Him down for the final blow. There was no innocence in this place, no sheep that needed to feel true justice or to be totally corrupted. They were already there.

At my heartfelt disappointed sigh, slender arms wrapped around my waist and a slender, warm body pressed against my back, a leg hooking around my thigh. A familiar scent washed over me, vanilla and cinnamon and that strawberry shampoo he loved to use overlaying the natural musk of his body. Leaning back into the embrace, I turned my head to nuzzle his verdant tresses, inhaling the unique scent of the one person I feel comfortable with. Another hunter. A fellow predator that could share with me the thrill of the stalk and kill, and later celebrate the victory in silken bed sheets. Or where ever we could find space enough when the mood hits us.

"No luck, mein engel?" Schuldig murmured, pressing a kiss onto my neck.

"No, and you, me fear rae?" I replied, dropping my hand to rub along his leather clad leg, tilting my head to the side to let him lick and nibble my neck as much as he wished.

"Nein..."

I chuckled softly, hearing the lust in his voice and feeling the proof press against my backside. Naughty, naughty Schu. I thought you had promised Brad to be virtious this week.

//But Faaaaarfie...//

Shifting my grip of his leg, I turned around in his arms, cupping his chin with my free hand and tilting his head to look at his eyes. Bright gold eyes blinked in fuzzy comprehension, showing a slight buzz where others would show complete and total wipeout. He may not do drugs anymore, but my Guilty One could hold his own in a drinking contest. Stroking his smooth skin, I bent down to brush my lips over his, tasting the mixture of his cloves and the alcohol he consumed on his lips. Delicious. Like liquid sin, and instantly addictive. Who needed drugs when there was this sweet addiction in my arms?

//But Faaaaarfie...//

Though that mental whining of his could get irritating if I was not so understanding. Schuldig was buzzed and horny and here I was being a tease and denying him the simple contact of my lips on his. He had every right to whine inside my mind, his thoughts coiling around mine like two well- fitting gloves, merging easily in the darkness of my soul. Guilt and Sin, Luzifer and Farfarello, sometimes I think we were made just for each other.

//Mein engel, please?//

How could I say no to him?

Pulling away from him, I let his leg go to slide down to the ground, my fingers tracing the pouting lips, rubbing the tips of my fingers against their petal softness. His white teeth flashed, biting one finger, bringing bright red blood to the surface then his tongue flicked out to lick away the droplets. I smirked, leaning forward to press a needing kiss to his lips, feeling his hands knead my back like cat's paws.

One more step it took to bring us close, pressed together from neck on down. One of my hands gripped his leg as he raised it to wrapped around the back of my thigh, bringing his groin in contact with mine. Two low moans blended with the sounds around us as covered arousal met covered arousal. Golden eyes met mine, that smirking, kiss-swollen mouth curving into a wicked grin, a nimble hand reaching between us to pat my groin before snagging my hand and moved for the door, untangling himself from me with his unnerving speed.

//I want you... //

We left the nightclub and its pounding beat behind, stopping ever few steps to press together and drink of each other's lips and grind our hips together. By the time we made it to his car, I was more than ready to throw him onto the hood and take him there. He caught the image in my mind, his lips curving into a half-smirk, adding a flood of other images to my mind, of previous encounters in various places and various positions. Growling at the German, I spun him around, pressing him against the passenger side door, pressing hard into him, my lips bruising his as I kissed him deeply. Slender fingers claw at my shoulders, the pain I should have felt from that nothing more than a memory, if anything. I could not even remember if I felt it when I scabbed my knees when I was Jei.

Breaking for air, I watched his golden eyes, the way they stared into my single eye with a mixture of lust and need and drunkenness. Swollen lips panted for air, a soft whine escaping his lips as he rocks up against me. Smirking, I stepped away pulling him away from the door. I was not going to fall for those begging eyes so soon this night. I first wanted to taste him before giving him what he seeks.

//You're a horrible tease, mein Lieber.// his voice murmured in my skull, even as he stood upright on shaky legs and moved to the other side of the car.

//Takes one to know one// I replied, sliding into the passenger side. Closing the door, I turned to watch him slide behind the wheel, his fingers stroking the stick shift with slow caresses, his mouth curving into a smile as he turned the machine on and pulled out of the parking lot.

//Where oh where shall we go?// he mused, speeding through the lanes in a random direction. I smirked to myself, thinking about how he freaked when I am driving at such a speed on my bike yet was perfectly at ease behind the wheel of his car.

//The difference between your bike and my car is that I have something between me and the pavement.// came the teasing response.

//There are a lot of differences between my bike and this car,// I responded, glancing over at him, catching a glimpse of golden eyes looking me over. Stretching out in my seat, I smirked back, wiggling over to press against him, my fingers rubbing the distinctive bulge stretching the front of his khakis. //Want me to show you the difference?//

He groaned out loud, those lips parting so tempting. How I wanted to place something between them and feel the soft wetness envelop me and bring me off like no other had ever been able to. But as much as that thought was tempting, I knew better than try to do so while he was driving. But that did not mean I was not about to let such a beautiful thing go to waste. Squeezing the hardness in his pants, I pressed my mouth on his neck, my mind filling with images from our past sexual adventures. One particularly steamy image was in the forefront, Schuldig underneath me, his moans muffled by my hot length looking like sin itself even as I continued exploring his delicious skin, my lips growing close to his most sensitive spot.

//Verdammt, Farfie! Stop being such a tease!//

Blinking in completely innocence, I continued my assaults, both the mental ones and the physical ones. Nibbling on his neck, sucking at his skin then scraping my teeth against it, my hand at his groin flexing and kneading the stiff length until it was pressing tight against the cloth of his pants. Soft German curses and moans of pleasure rained from his cupid bow lips, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. When I started to undo the front of his pants, he cursed loudly and swerved the car over off the road and onto the grass, threw it into park and roughly tugged on my hair and hand. Following his not-so-subtle command, I let go of his arousal and looked up at him only to have my mouth ravaged by his, his tongue thrusting angrily into mine as he pushes me onto my back. Nimble fingers stripped him of his clothing even as he wiggled my pants down past my hips, freeing my own erection into the artificially cooled air. Just as the sharp coolness registered on my brain, it was gone, replaced by a tight velvety heat that surrounded and squeezed it just the right way. The sensation was joined by a second one as Schuldich used his mind to entangle all the sensations we were feeling, expanding it until neither of us could tell where one ended and the other began.

Everything blurred into sensations and need. His mouth on mine, my hands in his hair, our lower bodies rocking hard against each other, the feeling of his arousal rubbing against my stomach and abdomen, his tight heat squeezing and flexing around my harden organ. So much like liquid sin, all heat and need and want and desire. There were no thoughts but the clashing of sensations over our link, no words beyond the gasps and moans of pleasure and cries for more. No need for anything but this here and now.

Then a tightening of his inner walls, his lips pulling away from mine as he screams my name, a damp wetness spreading across my stomach from his climax. Fingers digging deep in his hips, I arch into him hard, my own climax following hard after his, pouring my essence deeply inside of him. He shuddered, moaning softly before collapsing onto my chest, his jade green hair spreading out around his head and my chest. I could feel the white silence enter his mind, blanking out the voices that were a constant companion to him for most of his life. Panting satisfied for a moment, I nuzzle his hair, getting ready for when the silence fades away.

No matter how good we were or how much we tire each other out, Schuldig only manages to keep the silence for a few short minutes. The first signs of the returning voices was the tensing of his muscles, his limbs trying to curl closer around me. Murmuring both mentally and out loud, I worked at keeping him centered and reminded him of himself. Stroking his silky skin and moving my hips slowly, I kissed his lips and eyes, my mental voice calling him by his name as the flood came, all the people in the city and then some flooding his senses and drowning out the beautiful man in my arms. He shuddered and whimpered, babbling different names and sentences and words, speaking in a babble of languages until he found his native tongue. After a moment of German gibberish, he snapped back into being himself.

//Uhhh, Farfie? Mmmm, you can stop mov- ah- ing.//

//I don't think so.//

//Farfie, vas zum? ah! Don't stop... //

Chuckling softly, I continue my movements, making them slow and languid, watching how his golden eyes narrowed dangerously then glazed over as his own passions stirred quickly back to life. This time, it was slow and gentle, each of us taking time to explore each other's bodies, stripping each other off of the remaining articles of clothing we wore, lips and tongues meeting each other in long devouring kisses. I was melting into him, he was melting into me, our minds tangling together curtsey of his curse and blessing. No there is no love between us, love was a lie that only His agents believed in existing. There was only this liquid sin we shared, spreading around us and ensnaring us deeper. Only the here and now matters, with this German in my arms, and the lust between us. Everything else was a lie and an illusion.