Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Discoveries ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own them. I wish I did, but I don't. *sniffle* And I'm too poor to buy them. Maybe I can download the rights somewhere... But until then, I'm stealing them and putting them in my own little world. Deal with it.

Warnings/Notes: AU. Vampires. Blood. Death (Not in this chapter). Yaoi/shounen-ai. (Smutty lemony FarfieXYohji! Yay!) Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech. Oh, this chapter is all memory. Remember people, this is all through Yohji's third person POV.

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 4 - Discoveries

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It had been one of the last few days the three of them had spent in Japan. Yohji remembered it very well. It was very late, already dark when he woke up. Another one of those nights when Schuldich had decided he wasn't going to come. Which was fine with Yohji. The German scared him a little, even though he had been nothing but kind after the incident. But he'd seen the man's temper, and was petrified of setting it off again. So he played the part of the submissive, doing as he was asked, obeying the German's word as if it were law. Which it might as well have been. Farfarello told Yohji once that Schuldich had killed people for less than what the blond had done, which wasn't much.

With a yawn, Yohji moved to get up. It was only then that he realized the weight across his hips, and the sensation of his hair being brushed.

"Good Morning." A rough Irish accent danced through Yohji's ears. "You have pretty hair."

Yohji smiled and snuggled against his pillow, wordlessly allowing Farfarello to brush his hair. It was one of his few weaknesses, letting people play with his hair. He absolutely loved it.

Both boys laid there, the only sound in the room was the sound of the soft brush moving through the blond hair. Then a sudden giggle erupted from the white-haired boy. "God's crying now."

Yohji cocked an eyebrow and turned his head to look at the boy on top of him. "Why's that?"

"Because you're happy."

"God doesn't want me to be happy?" Yohji blinked.

Farfarello shook his head. "No, because I can make an angel happy. He hates me, he's jealous that I can make you happy and he can't."

"Oh.." Yohji laid his head back down. The boy had some skewed logic some times. Suddenly it hit him. "An angel?"

Farfarello nodded. "You're as pretty as an angel, or prettier. God's jealous of you. He wants you with him, but he can't have you. You're mine."

The blond smiled. It was a sweet sentiment, in a slightly creepy way. But he was used to the oddities of the Irish boy. In fact, he was one of the reasons he had calmed down slightly. Farfarello was kind to him in his own strange way, although he had no doubts that the scarred boy would shred him to bits with his sharp little knives if the German told him to. So it was a simple philosophy that Yohji held now. Don't piss off the German and life will be good. It was working too. A few nights ago they had gone out and bought Yohji damn near anything he wanted. They had come back to the hotel with bags upon bags of clothing, mostly black and tight. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so bad. All the German seemed to want was someone to lavish attention on, and in return, have someone who would show him a little affection.

Feather soft lips pressed against the back of Yohji's neck, waking him from his thoughts.

"Hn.. Farf.. what are you doing?"

"What do you think?"

Yohji felt the other man grinning into the back of his neck and sighed softly, letting the other explore his body with his hands and mouth, giggling slightly as scarred hands trailed down his sides. A hot mouth slowly made it's way down the blond's bare back, licking and nipping at the skin causing Yohji to jump occasionally. Suddenly the Irish boy's hands had slid under the waist Yohji's pajama pants and made quick work of removing them completely.

"Ahh! Farf!" The blond yelped as he was flipped onto his back, pale, scarred hands pinning his own the bed above his head. "What are.."

But the repeated question was cut of as the lips that had assailed his neck only moments before were now devouring his own. The scarring was more apparent on them now, as was the coppery taste of blood. Made sense as the boy was always licking knives and other sharp objects. Unexpected however, was the hint of raspberry behind the copper. It was oddly comforting, just like the person that went with it.

Yohji laid still, watching Farfarello's every move. The white haired boy quickly slipped out of his clothing, his pale scarred body gleaming in the moonlight. He arched the one slim eyebrow over his one golden eye, then lowered himself down on top of the blond.

"So." He whispered, his warm breath tickling Yohji's ear. "Will you help me hurt God? It will make God cry watching how much happier I can make his angel..." His tongue flicked out at the end of the sentence, causing Yohji to shudder slightly.

The blond manage a quick, nervous nod before Farfarello's lips claimed his once again. It had only taken a light touch of the other's tongue to coax Yohji's mouth opened. Farfarello took a moment to explore the blond's mouth before he started down his throat and chest, stopping to bite and suck lightly on Yohji's nipples, causing the blond to gasp and arch up. After giving the soft, pink nubs a complete work over, making them hard as pebbles, Farfarello continued his way down, keeping his eye locked onto both of Yohji's the whole time.

The white haired boy mad his way down to Yohji's belly, nipping lightly right at the bottom. With a groan, the blond's head fell back, eyes closed. A moan escaped as his member was slowly being surrounded by a wet heat. The other man easily swallowed the whole length, pinning Yohji's hips down and sucking hard. Yohji cried out, trying to buck up into the wonderful sensation, and whimpering when he couldn't.

"Oh God.. shit.. Farf.." Yohji groaned, his thighs twitching and spasming as the other slowly raked his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

"That's right." Irish baroque trailed into Yohji's ears in between teasing licks over the tip of his manhood. "Not God. Me." Suddenly Yohji felt his legs being lifted up, then settled back down. When he opened his eyes, Farfarello was braced over him, a feral grin playing on his lips. "Now is the fun part, kitty."

In the very far recesses of Yohji's mind, he wondered why Farfarello and Schuldich both called him some variation of "kitten," but that thought, along with all others was evaporated when Yohji felt something cold and slick dabbing at his opening, then slowly pushed in. Another groan escaped the blond's lips as the finger curled inside of him, a second finger joined the first a few minutes later, twisting and flexing within the blond, occasionally brushing against that one spot that caused him to cry out, and stars to dance across his vision. He felt Farfarello's lips course up and down his torso as a third finger slowly worked it's way in to join the other two. Yohji moaned, arching and pushing back against the Irish boy's hand.

"Are ye ready?" The words were mumbled into the blond's smooth, hairless chest.

"H-hai." Yohji manage between breaths, a faint dusting of red spreading across his cheeks, and as the scarred man pushed in. Yohji cried out, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist.

Farfarello looked down at Yohji, lightly kissing and stroking his pale hand over the other's face, staying still as the blond adjusted. "Don't worry angel. I won't hurt ye. He would laugh if I did."

Finally, Yohji nodded, and the white-haired man began a nice, soft rhythm, angling to hit that one spot on each stroke. It was working too, because Yohji was crying out and moaning with every thrust. A rough, gentle hand encircled the blond's almost forgotten member, pumping over it in time with his thrusts.

Suddenly Yohji arched up sharply, letting out a cry as his entire body tensed up and he came, pearly white fluid exploding onto the scarred hand. Farfarello was a little less dramatic as he thrust into the blond one last time before coming without a sound, only a soft shuddering.

With a content groan, Yohji let his body go limp, the shackles tangling slightly around Farfarello's legs.

The Irishman lowered himself down on top of Yohji, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'm happy. Are you happy, angel?"

Yohji nodded, almost ready to fall back asleep.

"Good. Then God is crying because we're both happy. He's crying because I made you happy. And He's crying because his beautiful willing angel made me happy."

"And I'm very happy."

Two heads and three eyes turned towards the source of the voice. Into the small pool of moonlight pouring in through the window, stepped Schuldich.

"I see my kittens decided to have fun while I was away."

Yohji shifted slightly, trying to hide under Farfarello.

Farfarello, however, just giggled. "We hurt God."

"So you said." The German moved over to the bed and sat on the edge placing an affectionate hand on his white head. The hand slid down to the back of Farfarello's neck and pulled him closer. The Irishman obliged, not making any movement of protest as the German pressed a kiss into his throat. He lingered for a moment, then pulled away.

Yohji's eyes widened when he saw what was left.

Two small, yet noticeable puncture marks.

{Surprise.} A voice whispered in his mind as the German leaned towards him. {Don't worry, kitten. This won't hurt.}

The blond tried to move away, but was still tangled around Farfarello's legs. He opened his mouth to scream, but before the sound could get past his lips, it was swallowed in a kiss. It was the same coppery raspberry flavor as before. A hand trailed up into his hair, holding his head steady as another set of lips kissed up his neck. All of this was too much.

{Don't pass out yet, kitten. You'll miss the fun.} The German's voice echoed in his head as a sharp pressure pushed down on his throat and through the skin.

It hurts! You lied! Yohji cried out in his mind. But slowly the pain was replaced by a tingling sensation, which slowly spread through his body. Lovely colors danced in his mind's eye, swirling and spinning for him. The tingling faded to a warm feeling, and a soft purr rumbled in his throat. Then suddenly the colors began to fade, along with the warm, tingling feeling in his body. Jade green eyes opened to meet amused emerald and gold. A small, slightly shocked but very happy smile graced his lips as he looked at them.

"I told you it wouldn't hurt." Schuldich ran a hand through Yohji's golden hair, then pulled the comforter up over both of the boys. "Both of you rest. I'll be back in a few hours, then we'll see about going out somewhere."

Farfarello nodded and wrapped his arms around Yohji, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Ng. Farf. Get offa me. You're crushing me." Yohji whined, pushing at the Irishman.

Farfarello giggled and rolled off, slipping his legs out from under the chain of the shackles, then resumed his position curled around the blond. Both boys laid there, drifting between sleep and consciousness.

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A/N: Damn fucking pissy-assed Yohji muse! I had to fight that little bastard tooth and nail to get this chapter done! He's not talking to me now, though. But Farfie is happy. And a happy psychopath outweighs a pissy playboy. Plus I have another playboy who is much happier with me because I put him in the chapter. I wasn't going to, but he looked at me with tose cute puppy eyes and I had to! I swear I had to threaten Yohji with killing him off just to make him cooperate.

Omi: But Jade-chan, you would never kill Yohji off.

Shhh... He doesn't need to know that.

Nagi: She sure doesn't have a problem killing me off.

Omi: Or beating on me. Hmm..

Nagi and Omi: ::Run off:: Yohji-kun! Yohji-kun!

--; Would the world be better off if I were sane? I've heard it's a lot quieter..

Farfie: ::Wanders through cackling:: I got laid.

.. yep. I bet it is.