Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 1

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

’s notes: Let’s see if you can figure out which chapters are written by Allison and which ones are written by Shannon. We challenge you!


Chapter 1



Aya hated this. Why the hell did he have to do this mission? This was the sort of thing Yohji was good at. But the blonde had been nowhere to be found when Manx had shown up.

So here Aya was in the middle of a club trying to look natural in his mission gear. Of course what he was wearing matched the bondage bar perfectly, but that didn’t mean he felt at ease at all.

A hand trailed down his arm, and it was all Aya could do to keep himself from punching the owner in the face. Instead Aya smiled at him.

“I’d love to cuff you. How do you feel about whips?” Aya’s eyes widened. How do I feel about what?

“I’m here with someone,” Aya said in the best non threatening voice he could muster.

Aya didn’t think he could blush any redder. He knew his face must be as red as his hair by now. He was so new to anything like this. He’d never been with anyone, he’d never trusted anyone to get that close to him. Now here he was walking through a bondage bar and trying not to count the number of times strangers slapped him on the ass.

He wanted to draw his sword and rampage through the place. But he had to keep a low profile. I know I must look nervous here, but do they have to grope me? Aya shuddered, moving awkwardly through the crowd.

“Hey, baby, you look new. The look on your face is adorable. Come to the back and let me show you something,” an enormous stranger said with a wicked grin. Aya looked him over. This was the target.

Aya shrugged and followed him. He had no idea what he was in for. What he expected was for the man to unzip his pants and think he was going to wow him with his size. Aya would play along. It meant they would be alone together.

Aya paused when they walked through the dungeon area. His eyes lit on a man that wore a leather blindfold. His arms were chained high above his head. Aya swallowed hard as he looked at the honey blonde hair, knowing that the eyes were green beneath the mask.

He felt like a child being caught looking at daddy’s porn or something. What the hell is Yohji doing here? Its not because of the mission, they would’ve told me.! Is he here because…

“He’s a beauty, isn’t he? Comes here all the time. But you have to be man enough to handle him or he’ll kick your ass. No playing with him unless you can tackle him down and chain him up,” Aya tried not to shudder as the man’s arm crept around his waist. That large meaty hand was rested low on his hip, sliding even lower to palm him through the clothes. Aya gasped.

He was turned on as hell by the sight of Yohji strung up like that. He wanted nothing more than to go over there and see if he could get the blonde to respond to him like he was these others.

Even thought Yohji had to be tackled to get him bound, Aya could tell that the man was enjoying himself immensely.

He didn’t know what to say to that.

“now now, don’t drift off, gorgeous. A cute thing like you doesn’t need an uke.”

“A what?” Aya had no idea what the hell the man was talking about. He’d wanted to ask Manx questions about slang and sex talk before leaving, but it was too embarrassing.

“Then again, that boy’s strong enough to be seme if he wanted to. Hard to say. But right now its me you’re playing with. How do you like it?”

“Like what?” there were so many contraptions and…things…around him, and people were doing even stranger things all around.

“Uh oh, I think we have an innocent in our midst. I feel like a lucky guy tonight. Come to give it up tonight. I’ll give it to you real good, erase any thoughts of any other guy from your mind permanently.”

What the hell is he talking about…Oh! OH! Aya couldn’t fight off the blush no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t believe he’d been so dense.

“Somewhere private? I…not with so many people watching,” Aya stammered, and the most humiliating part was that it wasn’t an act. He was really that embarrassed and turned on.

But there was no way he was going to let this bastard touch him. The second they were alone Aya drew his sword and cut him down.

Aya didn’t waste any time, he ran out the back doors to his car and burned it out of there, not wanting to take the chance that Yohji would see him.

And then there was the matter of the bulge in his pants. Goddamned stupid mission! Why the hell did Yohji have to look so good?


Author’s notes: well, this is another one started. Hope I’m doing good so far.