Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs ❯ Sunshine on my Shoulder ( Chapter 1 )

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 eventually, prolly (not in this chapter). Yaoi! Fun sexy LEMON! Wooo!! HOT MENS GETTIN' IT ON! YEAH! Italics indicate thought, whereas {italics} indicate telepathic speech

Oh, and thank you Na-chan for being my wonderful beta for this fic. Perhaps now I'll stop misspelling things. Heheh ^.^

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Of Bloody Kittens and Germans with Fangs

Ch. 1 - Sunshine on my shoulder

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A blond man groaned softly and stirred beneath a heavy down comforter. Slowly the blanket was peeled back and the man crawled out of bed, carefully so as not to disturb the red-head next to him. With a yawn he peered through the dark room towards the window. A slight hint of light crept in from under the bottom of the thick velvet curtains.

Mm. I still have some time. The man smiled, then grabbed his package of cigarettes and moved toward the closed window, shackles around his pale ankles, silently clinking together. He slipped carefully between the drawn curtains so as to keep the light from invading the darkened room and moved out onto the balcony. Pushing his honey-blond locks from his face, the man pulled his lighter and a cigarette from the little package. He quickly lit the stick, then dropped the lighter back into the package, setting it carefully on the railing. Jade green eyes watched with content as the sun was setting, he couldn't imagine never seeing it again.

It must be terrible. The man yawned and closed his eyes, leaning his elbow on the railing and resting his hand in that hand, smiling as the last rays of the day warmed his face. He took a long drag from his cigarette, using one foot to scratch the back of the opposite leg, then sighing in frustration when the shackles prevented him from getting high enough.

Why does he insist I wear these? The blond frowned slightly, then stubbed out his finished cigarette, flicking the butt off of the balcony.

"Because Yohji, I don't want my kitty running away." Came a verbal answer from inside.

Yohji's eyes snapped open. The sun had already sunk below the horizon and the stars were beginning to light up the sky. It was almost dark enough for his master to come out for the evening. Quickly, Yohji shoved his cigarettes into the pocket of his black cotton pajama bottoms and slipped back inside, again careful not to let the lingering daylight in.

"Gomen, Schuldich-sama." Yohji bowed slightly, then looked up, only to see the red- headed vampire sitting on the bed smiling.

{Come here, kitten.} Schuldich whispered into Yohji's mind. The blond quickly complied. Schuldich grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around the Japanese man and nuzzling his neck, inhaling deeply, then growling slightly.

"I thought I told you to stop that." The red-head kissed his neck right over the large artery, feeling the hot blood pulsing through.

"Mm.. gomen. I wasn't expecting you up so soon."

"It makes you taste bad." The German mumbled into his neck, then licking over the artery.

Yohji shivered and purred, tilting his head to the side slightly.

Schuldich grinned and opened his mouth, sinking his fangs into the silky skin. Soft lips closed over the wound as the blood rushed into his mouth. He let the hot, salty, nicotine-tinted blood fill his mouth, swallowing it with a content sigh.

Yohji moaned as the German fed, going limp in his arms. One hand snaked up into the mass of flame colored hair and gripped it loosely, pressing his head closer to his throat. He barely registered a hand trailing down his torso until it was slipping under the waistband of his pajama pants and wrapping around his half-hard sex. The blond gasped and arched up, and Schuldich purred as he could taste the adrenaline and lust mix into the crimson fluid flowing down his throat.

The two sat on the bed like that for several minutes, the blond man panting and whimpering, bucking into the red-head's grip. Schuldich almost missed the faint tugging at his hair, signaling for him to stop, lest he kill his pet. After one more swallow, he released the blond, lapping lightly at the wound as blood continued to ooze out. He kept pumping his fist back and forth over Yohji's member, laying him back down on the bed.

Yohji moaned and arched up, his fists clenching in the sheets, Then suddenly with a soft, tired cry, he came, his body shuddering slightly. Schuldich grinned and withdrew his hand, touching his tongue to the pearly white substance on his hand.

"Mmm..." He licked his lips. "Now hurry and get dressed. We'll feed you, then we'll feed me."

"But you just fed.." Yohji said softly, then yawned, staring up at the ceiling.

"Yes.." Schuldich kneeled on the bed next to the blond. "But fear is so much better than lust." He nuzzled Yohji's jaw, running one hand lightly down the other side other side of his face. "You don't fear me anymore, do you?"

Jade eyes opened slightly to meet emerald, then closed again. He shook his head. "No, I don't."

A soft growl and a slap to the face was his reward for his answer.

Yohji yelped and recoiled from the blow. It hadn't really hurt, but it had been unexpected.

{ Don't lie to me, kitten.} Hard emerald eyes bore down into Yohji's slightly shocked ones. { If you didn't, you wouldn't wear those.} A pale hand motioned to the silver shackles around the blond's ankles.

Yohji shook his head slightly. "No, Schuldich-sama. I wear them to make you happy. If I were afraid of you, don't you think I would have escaped by now? Or flung the curtains opened while you slept?" He lifted one elegant eyebrow, then smiled slightly as the red-head began to smile.

"I would kill you if you even thought about it." Schuldich pressed a soft kiss to the man's forehead, then moved down to undo the chains. "And you know I would."

Yohji nodded slightly. "I know."

"Good. Now get ready. I want to go before everything is closed." The red-head removed the shackles and set them on the nightstand next to the bed.

Yohji smiled and slowly dragged himself from the purple silk sheets over to the small chestnut dresser that held his clothing. Quickly the blond chose his outfit for the evening and made his way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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A/N: Uhm.... vampires are sexy. ^.^

I love.. a certain vampire by a certain writer who doesn't like fan fiction. I won't mention names... but... oh screw it. The Vampire Armand. Anne Rice's vampire Armand. He's a lot like Schu. Only he looks younger. ^.^ An Yohji.. well.. he's just sexy in general. ^.^ Especially all submissive and shit like that there. heheh ^.^ Hmm.. I think I like this face. ^.^ Wee! ^.^

Ken: Alright, enough Mountain Dew.

Nooooo! You can't take my Dew! My precious Dew! *clings to a bottle of Code Red which Ken is trying to take away*

Farfie: *cackles* Mountain Dew hurts God.

Schuldich: Just how does Mountain Dew hurt God, Farf?

Farfie: Look at her. *points to Jade*

*screams and runs after Ken with his own bugnuks* GIVE IT BACK YOU LITTLE BASTARD!

Ken: *runs for dear life*

Schuldich: *snickers*

Farfie: See?

Crawford: I should have seen this coming.

Aya: ... how do they make it red?

Yohji: The same way you make your hair red. They dye it.

Aya: Shi-ne! *runs after Yohji with his katana* My hair is natural!

Nagi and Omi: I think we're the only sane ones.

Farfie: *cackles insanely*