Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ LovePlay Arc ❯ Candy ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Princess Sin 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.08.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 406 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.08.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 406 | Status: Completed
LovePlay Arc
Four: Candy
Ken waited in the back of the rented car still not sure if he should go through with this. Aya and the others have been
gone for hours. He was the only idiot still sitting in a cold
car in freezing weather. He knew where Farfarello was at that
very moment. Ken saw him from outside the window and followed him. After spending about twenty minutes in the gym, the Irishman went to the sauna and stayed in there for about an hour.
Ken grumbled in agitation. Here he was sitting his butt out in this
stupid car freezing his ass off. While everyone else was inside nice and warm. Well, he had no one to blame but himself. Ken is
the one that got cold feet, so to speak but not anymore. He said
he would go along with Aya and the others and he was going to do his
part. He just hoped they wouldn't regret their actions in the end.
Stepping out of the car, Ken wrapped the long leather coat tightly
around him and ran to the front door of the resort. Shivering from
the cold, he rubbed his hands together and blew his breath into
them trying to warm them up. The inside was nice a warm as
ken made his way through the building. Dressed in one of the
resort's bathrobes Farfarello had left the sauna and went to the lounge
area, stretched out on one of the sofas and turned the television
on. That is where Ken had last seen the older man.
Ken walked the circular hallway passing the sauna and then the
gym. Finally coming upon the lounge area. He peeped through
the door and saw Farfarello sitting on the couch with one arm
slung over the back of the sofa and the remote in the other hand
flipping through the channels. Ken was about to go inside when
something on the television caught the Irishman's attention. It was
an animation show. From what Ken could make out about the
show it was a series about a group of four young men posing as
bakers in a bakery shop by day. They were assassins at night.
Although the characters were ridiculously beautiful, Ken would
swear that the story was base on them.
Ken was pull out of his thoughts by Farfarello’s laughing and
insistence that the story or the characters at least were based on
Weiss.
"Ken would get a thrilled out of this," Ken heard the Irishman
say to himself. "They even have a character with red hair and
purple eyes like Fujimiya." Then he leaned back and watched
the show.
Ken snorted as he seen the dark hair man whose gauntlet had
sharp knives protruding from the fingers like real claws. He walked
into the room. Farfarello was so intent on watching the television
that he didn't realize Ken or anyone was there until the younger
man stood in front of the television.
Farfarello arched a white brow and smiled. "Pussycat, what are you
doing here?" He sat up straight on the sofa. "I wasn't expecting
to see you until Monday."
"Well, I decided that I could not wait that long," said Ken slowly
unbuttoning the coat. "So, here I am. Aren't you glad to see me,
Farf?"
"You know I am always glad to see you, pussycat."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it because I have a present for you." Ken
let the coat slid down his arm to reveal why he was cold. The
Irishman stared in shock and then smiled wickedly at Ken.
He stood before Farfarello wearing a black leather collar with metal
studs and over that was a silk brown ribbon. That's a weird fashion
statement. oh well. He also had two leather belts that criss crossed across his chest, a pair of black leather shorts
and knee high leather boots. "You like?"
"I like." Farfarello opened his arms to the younger man. "You are
a naughty little pussycat but I do like your outfit." Ken tossed his
coat onto the coffee table and straddled Farfarello's lap.
"I just knew you would like it," said Ken wrapping his arms around
the older man's neck pulling him close for a kiss. the kiss was an
intense one as their tongues fought for dominancy. However, the Irishman
won as he painfully twisted one of Ken's nipples. the Japanese
man moan in pleasure as the other’s tongue took control plundering
the inside as a pirate plundered for treasure when the kiss ended
Ken sat dazed and breathing heavily.
"So pussycat, you thought that by coming here surprising me it might
throw me off enough for you to seduce me." Farfarello brushed his
lips across Ken's parted lips and chuckled. "I thought you would have known by now. You will never be able to get the best of me." Ken looked away pouting. The Irishman placed a hand under
the other's chin and raised his face up to look him in the eyes. "But
I do so enjoy your attempts. Don't ever stop."
Ken almost stopped breathing. That was a sweet thing for him to
say. At times, it was so weird to hear the Irishman talk like that
until Ken had to stop and remember that, this is the new Farf
thanks in part to the medication. He leaned forward and
nipped the older man on the corner of his lips. "I intend to keep
trying until I finally have you." He begins to wiggle in the other's
lap.
Farfarello chuckled again. "Well, until that day comes, you are
my toy to play with any way I choose." He cupped Ken's ass
and began to massage it. "Mmmm, you feel nice," he said against ken's neck. His tongue left a wet trail across the athlete’s chest as it circled one hardened nipple. He sucked
it into his mouth and ravished it with his tongue and teeth. Ken
threw his head back and moaned as his nails sunk into
the Irishman's back.
Laying Ken on the sofa, Farfarello untied the belt to his robe and
tossed it to the floor. He stood before Ken letting the younger man gets himself a good eye full. Ken's eyes feasted upon the
sight of his lover nakedness. Lean muscular arms rested beside
a sleek well-toned body that didn't have a mark on it. At least
not in the front. When the Irishman had the plastic surgery
done, he had them take care of the scars on his body as well. He
looked so normal. It's hard to believe that this was the same
knife wielding, God hating lunatic from years ago. Although he
still liked his knives, he's not psychotic about it.
"Like what you see?" he asked Ken staring down at him with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah," said Ken biting his bottom lip as his eyes were drawn
to the other’s awakening erection.
Farfarello reached down, undid the button to the leather shorts,
and unzipped them. Ken raised his hips a little to help Farf
removed the shorts. The Irishman raised a brow in speculation
as to why Ken was wearing a pair of pink underwear but there was
something different about the material. He couldn't put his finger on it.
"I didn't think you would be wearing any underwear under the
leather." He tossed the pants on the floor. "Wait a minute, I
smell . . . cherries?" He frowned sniffing the air trying to see
where the scent was coming from. His frown deepened as it was coming from Ken. "Are you . . . Wearing some kind of new
body spray or something?" Farfarello lowered his nose and as
he caught a whiff of the armor of cherries coming from the vicinity
of Ken's crotch. He took the opportunity to take a closer look at
the pink underwear.
Suddenly, it dawn on him. Farfarello raised his head and stared
at Ken wearing a big grin. And seeing the crimson color blushing
across Ken's cheek gave him the answer to his curiosity. "Have you been to our private store, pussycat?"
His answer was, Ken's entire face turned redder than a beet.
"I don't believe it. You said you would never do it," he teased the
Japanese man. All Ken's arms and legs were red. Deciding he like
teasing the younger man, Farfarello continue. "Who would have thought sensible Ken was a . . . a freak."
"If you don't stop I'm going to leave," threaten Ken.
"I doubt it, but tell me what is this surprise you have for me?” he
said gently pinching the younger man on his thigh. "Come on,
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me . . .," He whined like an over
excited child.
"All right!" Ken yelled. His face must look a sight now. "They're
cherry flavor edible underwear," he said under his breath.
"What was that?" Farf leaned closer. "I didn't hear you."
"I SAID EDIBLE UNDERWEAR. I'M WEARING A PAIR OF CHERRY
FLAVORED UNDERWEAR THAT YOU CAN EAT! HAPPY NOW!"
Ken folded his arms across his chest and turned his head away from
him.
Farfarello bust out laughing. "You are so cute when you are embarrassed." He pressed a kiss against the athlete's cheek
and turned his head to face him. "You are very cute pussycat."
Ken ran his fingers through the thick mat of silver hair that brushed
against Farfarello's shoulder, pulled the Irishman’s head down,
and kissed him gently.
"Did you bring some with you?"
"Of course, it's in my coat pocket." Ken's hands glided across
Farfarello's chest, and down his stomach to wrap gently around
his stiff cock. The Irishman moaned as he crushed his mouth against
Ken's in a bruising kiss.
Raising his head to stare down at Ken, the younger
man looked up at his lover with his lust filled burnt almond
eyes. The Irishman dropped feather light kisses across Ken's
chest, over his quivering stomach and against the straining erection
beneath the underwear. Ken moaned.
"Now, to get you out of these." He closed his teeth on the waistband
of the underwear and pulled. The sweet, chewy substance tore easily then he bit repeatedly until the front of the edible underwear
was gone. Ken arched his back slightly off the sofa, as the cool air seems to wrap around his hot throbbing erection. Farfarello's tongue
slithered out of his mouth to stab at the head of the younger man's
weeping cock lapping up the precum.
Swallowing the edible underwear and cum the Irishman smiled
“I just love cherries and cream.” He lapped at the head and with one swift move; Farfarello was swallowing Ken's length. The younger
man threw his arms over his head locking them tightly around the cushioned armrest as his thrust himself into his lover's mouth. He
greedily sucks, lick and bit the head of Ken's cock sending little shivers
up his spine. His tongue slid up and down the throbbing length and
then circled the head. Then he moved lowered to suck Ken's balls
into his mouth. Ken's fingers dug into the cushion as his breath came
in loud gasping sobs.
Resting Ken's legs over his shoulders, it positioned his
ass close to Farfarello’s salivating mouth. His tongue darted out to lap at the puckered opening. Ken bit his bottom lip to hold back the
cry that was threatening to burst free as the other's tongue forced its
way into his ass. In and out, the tongue wiggled and tunneled its way
into his anus.
Ken released a loud gust of breath as Farfarello removed his tongue
and nipped him on the thigh. Then he sat up and grabbed the coat
lying on the coffee table. Rummaging through the pockets, he found
what he was looking for. A bottle of cherry flavored lube. Opening
the top, he squeezes some on his fingers and, slipped one
finger into Ken’s ass. The athlete moaned arching his back off the
sofa.
"Mmmm. . .mmmm. . .more." An animalistic growl slipped from his
lips as Farfarello gently pushed two more fingers into him. Ken held
his back arched off the sofa as he thrust himself back and forth on
the slippery digits. "No," he said sucking in a fretful breath as
the older man removed his fingers.
Positioning himself between Ken's legs, Farfarello spread some of the
lube on his own erection and positioned himself at the tight opening
of Ken's ass. He thrust forward. Ken cried out arching his back. His
cry smothered by the other man’s mouth against his. He
wrapped his arms around Farf's neck holding him tightly as the older
man struck time after time Ken's prostate.
Farfarello wrapped his hand around Ken's inattentive cock and stroked
it. Glad for the hand, Ken thrust himself into the silver haired man's
hand until he could take no more. With a shout that shook him to the
core, Ken semen spurted like a geyser over his chest and stomach.
Farfarello thrust a few more times before he came inside Ken's body. He
collapsed on top of Ken and nuzzled his lips against the soft flesh
behind Ken's ear.
"Mmmm, that was delicious," said Farfarello drowsily. "I do so love
cherries." He kissed Ken behind his ear.
"I'm glad to hear it because I have six more pairs," said Ken
snickering. He removed the ribbon from around his neck and
tied it around Farfarello's forehead.
Farfarello grinned. "You are a naughty pussycat."
Four: Candy
Ken waited in the back of the rented car still not sure if he should go through with this. Aya and the others have been
gone for hours. He was the only idiot still sitting in a cold
car in freezing weather. He knew where Farfarello was at that
very moment. Ken saw him from outside the window and followed him. After spending about twenty minutes in the gym, the Irishman went to the sauna and stayed in there for about an hour.
Ken grumbled in agitation. Here he was sitting his butt out in this
stupid car freezing his ass off. While everyone else was inside nice and warm. Well, he had no one to blame but himself. Ken is
the one that got cold feet, so to speak but not anymore. He said
he would go along with Aya and the others and he was going to do his
part. He just hoped they wouldn't regret their actions in the end.
Stepping out of the car, Ken wrapped the long leather coat tightly
around him and ran to the front door of the resort. Shivering from
the cold, he rubbed his hands together and blew his breath into
them trying to warm them up. The inside was nice a warm as
ken made his way through the building. Dressed in one of the
resort's bathrobes Farfarello had left the sauna and went to the lounge
area, stretched out on one of the sofas and turned the television
on. That is where Ken had last seen the older man.
Ken walked the circular hallway passing the sauna and then the
gym. Finally coming upon the lounge area. He peeped through
the door and saw Farfarello sitting on the couch with one arm
slung over the back of the sofa and the remote in the other hand
flipping through the channels. Ken was about to go inside when
something on the television caught the Irishman's attention. It was
an animation show. From what Ken could make out about the
show it was a series about a group of four young men posing as
bakers in a bakery shop by day. They were assassins at night.
Although the characters were ridiculously beautiful, Ken would
swear that the story was base on them.
Ken was pull out of his thoughts by Farfarello’s laughing and
insistence that the story or the characters at least were based on
Weiss.
"Ken would get a thrilled out of this," Ken heard the Irishman
say to himself. "They even have a character with red hair and
purple eyes like Fujimiya." Then he leaned back and watched
the show.
Ken snorted as he seen the dark hair man whose gauntlet had
sharp knives protruding from the fingers like real claws. He walked
into the room. Farfarello was so intent on watching the television
that he didn't realize Ken or anyone was there until the younger
man stood in front of the television.
Farfarello arched a white brow and smiled. "Pussycat, what are you
doing here?" He sat up straight on the sofa. "I wasn't expecting
to see you until Monday."
"Well, I decided that I could not wait that long," said Ken slowly
unbuttoning the coat. "So, here I am. Aren't you glad to see me,
Farf?"
"You know I am always glad to see you, pussycat."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it because I have a present for you." Ken
let the coat slid down his arm to reveal why he was cold. The
Irishman stared in shock and then smiled wickedly at Ken.
He stood before Farfarello wearing a black leather collar with metal
studs and over that was a silk brown ribbon. That's a weird fashion
statement. oh well. He also had two leather belts that criss crossed across his chest, a pair of black leather shorts
and knee high leather boots. "You like?"
"I like." Farfarello opened his arms to the younger man. "You are
a naughty little pussycat but I do like your outfit." Ken tossed his
coat onto the coffee table and straddled Farfarello's lap.
"I just knew you would like it," said Ken wrapping his arms around
the older man's neck pulling him close for a kiss. the kiss was an
intense one as their tongues fought for dominancy. However, the Irishman
won as he painfully twisted one of Ken's nipples. the Japanese
man moan in pleasure as the other’s tongue took control plundering
the inside as a pirate plundered for treasure when the kiss ended
Ken sat dazed and breathing heavily.
"So pussycat, you thought that by coming here surprising me it might
throw me off enough for you to seduce me." Farfarello brushed his
lips across Ken's parted lips and chuckled. "I thought you would have known by now. You will never be able to get the best of me." Ken looked away pouting. The Irishman placed a hand under
the other's chin and raised his face up to look him in the eyes. "But
I do so enjoy your attempts. Don't ever stop."
Ken almost stopped breathing. That was a sweet thing for him to
say. At times, it was so weird to hear the Irishman talk like that
until Ken had to stop and remember that, this is the new Farf
thanks in part to the medication. He leaned forward and
nipped the older man on the corner of his lips. "I intend to keep
trying until I finally have you." He begins to wiggle in the other's
lap.
Farfarello chuckled again. "Well, until that day comes, you are
my toy to play with any way I choose." He cupped Ken's ass
and began to massage it. "Mmmm, you feel nice," he said against ken's neck. His tongue left a wet trail across the athlete’s chest as it circled one hardened nipple. He sucked
it into his mouth and ravished it with his tongue and teeth. Ken
threw his head back and moaned as his nails sunk into
the Irishman's back.
Laying Ken on the sofa, Farfarello untied the belt to his robe and
tossed it to the floor. He stood before Ken letting the younger man gets himself a good eye full. Ken's eyes feasted upon the
sight of his lover nakedness. Lean muscular arms rested beside
a sleek well-toned body that didn't have a mark on it. At least
not in the front. When the Irishman had the plastic surgery
done, he had them take care of the scars on his body as well. He
looked so normal. It's hard to believe that this was the same
knife wielding, God hating lunatic from years ago. Although he
still liked his knives, he's not psychotic about it.
"Like what you see?" he asked Ken staring down at him with a smirk on his face.
"Yeah," said Ken biting his bottom lip as his eyes were drawn
to the other’s awakening erection.
Farfarello reached down, undid the button to the leather shorts,
and unzipped them. Ken raised his hips a little to help Farf
removed the shorts. The Irishman raised a brow in speculation
as to why Ken was wearing a pair of pink underwear but there was
something different about the material. He couldn't put his finger on it.
"I didn't think you would be wearing any underwear under the
leather." He tossed the pants on the floor. "Wait a minute, I
smell . . . cherries?" He frowned sniffing the air trying to see
where the scent was coming from. His frown deepened as it was coming from Ken. "Are you . . . Wearing some kind of new
body spray or something?" Farfarello lowered his nose and as
he caught a whiff of the armor of cherries coming from the vicinity
of Ken's crotch. He took the opportunity to take a closer look at
the pink underwear.
Suddenly, it dawn on him. Farfarello raised his head and stared
at Ken wearing a big grin. And seeing the crimson color blushing
across Ken's cheek gave him the answer to his curiosity. "Have you been to our private store, pussycat?"
His answer was, Ken's entire face turned redder than a beet.
"I don't believe it. You said you would never do it," he teased the
Japanese man. All Ken's arms and legs were red. Deciding he like
teasing the younger man, Farfarello continue. "Who would have thought sensible Ken was a . . . a freak."
"If you don't stop I'm going to leave," threaten Ken.
"I doubt it, but tell me what is this surprise you have for me?” he
said gently pinching the younger man on his thigh. "Come on,
tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me . . .," He whined like an over
excited child.
"All right!" Ken yelled. His face must look a sight now. "They're
cherry flavor edible underwear," he said under his breath.
"What was that?" Farf leaned closer. "I didn't hear you."
"I SAID EDIBLE UNDERWEAR. I'M WEARING A PAIR OF CHERRY
FLAVORED UNDERWEAR THAT YOU CAN EAT! HAPPY NOW!"
Ken folded his arms across his chest and turned his head away from
him.
Farfarello bust out laughing. "You are so cute when you are embarrassed." He pressed a kiss against the athlete's cheek
and turned his head to face him. "You are very cute pussycat."
Ken ran his fingers through the thick mat of silver hair that brushed
against Farfarello's shoulder, pulled the Irishman’s head down,
and kissed him gently.
"Did you bring some with you?"
"Of course, it's in my coat pocket." Ken's hands glided across
Farfarello's chest, and down his stomach to wrap gently around
his stiff cock. The Irishman moaned as he crushed his mouth against
Ken's in a bruising kiss.
Raising his head to stare down at Ken, the younger
man looked up at his lover with his lust filled burnt almond
eyes. The Irishman dropped feather light kisses across Ken's
chest, over his quivering stomach and against the straining erection
beneath the underwear. Ken moaned.
"Now, to get you out of these." He closed his teeth on the waistband
of the underwear and pulled. The sweet, chewy substance tore easily then he bit repeatedly until the front of the edible underwear
was gone. Ken arched his back slightly off the sofa, as the cool air seems to wrap around his hot throbbing erection. Farfarello's tongue
slithered out of his mouth to stab at the head of the younger man's
weeping cock lapping up the precum.
Swallowing the edible underwear and cum the Irishman smiled
“I just love cherries and cream.” He lapped at the head and with one swift move; Farfarello was swallowing Ken's length. The younger
man threw his arms over his head locking them tightly around the cushioned armrest as his thrust himself into his lover's mouth. He
greedily sucks, lick and bit the head of Ken's cock sending little shivers
up his spine. His tongue slid up and down the throbbing length and
then circled the head. Then he moved lowered to suck Ken's balls
into his mouth. Ken's fingers dug into the cushion as his breath came
in loud gasping sobs.
Resting Ken's legs over his shoulders, it positioned his
ass close to Farfarello’s salivating mouth. His tongue darted out to lap at the puckered opening. Ken bit his bottom lip to hold back the
cry that was threatening to burst free as the other's tongue forced its
way into his ass. In and out, the tongue wiggled and tunneled its way
into his anus.
Ken released a loud gust of breath as Farfarello removed his tongue
and nipped him on the thigh. Then he sat up and grabbed the coat
lying on the coffee table. Rummaging through the pockets, he found
what he was looking for. A bottle of cherry flavored lube. Opening
the top, he squeezes some on his fingers and, slipped one
finger into Ken’s ass. The athlete moaned arching his back off the
sofa.
"Mmmm. . .mmmm. . .more." An animalistic growl slipped from his
lips as Farfarello gently pushed two more fingers into him. Ken held
his back arched off the sofa as he thrust himself back and forth on
the slippery digits. "No," he said sucking in a fretful breath as
the older man removed his fingers.
Positioning himself between Ken's legs, Farfarello spread some of the
lube on his own erection and positioned himself at the tight opening
of Ken's ass. He thrust forward. Ken cried out arching his back. His
cry smothered by the other man’s mouth against his. He
wrapped his arms around Farf's neck holding him tightly as the older
man struck time after time Ken's prostate.
Farfarello wrapped his hand around Ken's inattentive cock and stroked
it. Glad for the hand, Ken thrust himself into the silver haired man's
hand until he could take no more. With a shout that shook him to the
core, Ken semen spurted like a geyser over his chest and stomach.
Farfarello thrust a few more times before he came inside Ken's body. He
collapsed on top of Ken and nuzzled his lips against the soft flesh
behind Ken's ear.
"Mmmm, that was delicious," said Farfarello drowsily. "I do so love
cherries." He kissed Ken behind his ear.
"I'm glad to hear it because I have six more pairs," said Ken
snickering. He removed the ribbon from around his neck and
tied it around Farfarello's forehead.
Farfarello grinned. "You are a naughty pussycat."