Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schwarz PWP Series ❯ Christmas ( Chapter 2 )

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

Warnings: PWP, lemon, mention of a Weiss mission prior to beginning of the story.
Pairing: Schuldich x Farfarello, with a kitten on the outside looking in.
Author's Note: Just a little Christmas offering, also a semi-sequel to my previous untitled PWP starring Farfarello and Schuldich. Someone's a bit of a hentai.... Also, Schu's 'real name' is the one being used by Angel-chan, Aya-chan and I in the series "Beloved Fate," available at http://www.darkmagick.net/fic.html

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Christmas by Ryoko 03
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At the sound of voices in the hall-voices recognizable as belonging to Mastermind and Berserker-Yohji looked around for an escape route. Seeing only the door leading to the inner office and another to a coat closet, the blonde picked one and slipped in just seconds before the office door opened.

"Crawford's going to be pissed again if Takeshi winds up dead on our watch," Farfarello mused, kicking the door shut behind him and moving to perch on the secretary's desk. Schuldich didn't answer, instead opening the door to the inner office and peering in for a moment. He chuckled softly and closed the door again, making his way to where the white-haired teen sat.

"Well, since one of the Weiss kittens did our work for us, we'll just say we got here too late. After all," the redhead added with a smirk, "Braddikins will just think we got sidetracked on the way here."

"You mean he'll think we were fucking in the car instead of 'guarding' the dead nimrod in there."

Whether it was because the words were spoken so matter-of-factly or because they were spoken by Farfarello of all people was an unknown factor, but it still caused Yohji's eyes to widen as he peered out through the slats of the closet door. Actually, he had been of the opinion for some time that Schuldich and Farfarello were awfully chummy....

The redhead chuckled and pressed close to the younger man; the Irishman responded almost instantly by wrapping his legs around his partner's waist: "Well, Jei, it *is* Christmas Eve, he may have thought I was *ahem* giving you your present early."

"Oh? We're using real names tonight, Johann?" An amused expression flitted across the younger man's face as he ran both hands through Schuldich's hair. "Be careful, I might start thinking you actually like me or something."

Schuldich responded by lifting the teen off the desk and walking around to the chair, unknowingly placing the pair of them directly in Yohji's line of vision. Farfarello snickered softly and leaned in to kiss the older man's cheek, his gaze seeming to fall on the closet door a moment too long. The blonde hidden behind the door caught his breath for a moment; he hadn't noticed it earlier but the Schwarz pair were not clad in their usual clothing. The younger of the men was in a black trench coat and pants, a white mesh shirt underneath. The eye patch was conspicuously absent as Yohji noted when the teen's gaze fell on the closed door, but the collar he generally sported was still present. As for the redhead, his pea coat and slacks were black rather than green and khaki, although the white shirt had remained unchanged. The normal yellow bandana had been replaced by a black one for the evening.

"Oh, but I *do* like you, Jei," Schuldich purred, pushing Farfarello's coat down his arms to pin them at his sides. "I like you a hell of a lot. And I think since you've been so 'good' this year I will give you your present early."

Farfarello chuckled softly, the sound turning into a quiet moan as the redhead bit into his neck hard. His eyes fluttered closed, dark eyelashes almost black against his pale skin making him appear younger and a touch more femme than usual to the silent witness in the closet. The teenager squirmed slightly as one of Schuldich's hands slipped beneath the coat to tease his supersensitive skin; something about being petted turned him on more than biting and heated kisses combined.

The German bit his lover's neck again then ran his tongue apologetically over the mark even as he finished sliding the trench coat off to reveal more pale flesh for him to tease. As the leather coat hit the floor, Schuldich caught one slender wrist in each hand and pressed them to the desk. His silent command was obviously understood; when he moved his hands back to Farfarello's waist the white-haired teen left his hands where they'd been placed.

Yohji bit his lip and swallowed hard. Normally the thought of two men together was a turn-off-hell, he wasn't gay after all!-but watching the two Schwarz assassins was getting to him for some reason. He shifted uncomfortably, doing his damnedest to ignore the tightening in his groin. There was the slim chance that they knew he was there; after all, Mastermind was a telepath and Berserker oft times seemed to react to those around him on a supernatural level. But if they did know he was in the office, why weren't they attacking him rather than attacking one another so to speak?

Meanwhile, Schuldich lifted Farfarello off his lap for a moment, hands moving to undo the zipper and snap on the teen's leather pants. He pushed his partner against the desk a bit harder, drawing a soft grunt of annoyance for the action. The older man ignored the sound, sliding the pants down to the floor before leaning forward to nuzzle the younger's rapidly hardening flesh. Farfarello bit his lip, barely suppressing a whimper as his lover teased him mercilessly for a moment before shifting away.

Schuldich unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants, lifting his hips from the chair to slide them down just far enough to free his own arousal. Locking his blue eyes with his lover's amber, he lightly stroked his cock, a hint of a smile on his lips as Farfarello squirmed. The redhead knew it was taking every ounce of the teenager's control to not reach out and touch him, and he prolonged the subtle torture just long enough to slick himself with his own precum before wrapping both hands around Farfarello's waist and pulling him into his lap.

Schuldich quickly positioned the teenager and pulled him down, grunting slightly at the tight heat that suddenly gripped him. Farfarello half-screamed, fingernails raking the desk as he suddenly found himself impaled. He shifted his legs slightly, managing to get them over the arms of the chair and slipping further down his lover's thickness. Both men moaned softly at the deeper penetration, and they simultaneously leaned forward to share a passionate kiss.

Yohji leaned against the door, somehow managing to keep his breathing even in spite of his body's reaction to the scene playing out before his eyes. He'd had to unzip his pants and free his own weeping erection, feeling a bit guilty that he was little more than a voyeur at the moment. The blonde tried closing his eyes to block out the sight of the lovers, but a sharp cry drew his attention once again.

Apparently Schuldich had decided the chair wasn't working out for him; when Yohji opened his eyes and looked out again, the redhead had Farfarello lying on top of the desk, hips snapping harshly as he pounded into the younger man. The teenager thrashed beneath his lover, legs wrapped tight around Schuldich's waist and hands on either side of his head. Cries and moans slipped past his scarred lips as he lifted his own hips to meet each thrust.

Schuldich growled softly, pinning the white-haired man's hips down as he fucked him mercilessly, leaning forward to kiss him harshly. He began to half-groan endearments in his native tongue, smirking to himself as Farfarello whimpered and tugged at his hair. He pulled the younger man to the very edge of the desk and began slamming into him harder, still murmuring to him in German as he used every trick in his arsenal to drive his lover to the brink first.

Pale fingers tightened in orange-red locks and Farfarello managed to gasp out his lover's given name before his body tensed then shuddered as he reached completion. Schuldich growled in reply and gave two more hard thrusts before spilling deep within the younger man's trembling form, lips pressed to Farfarello's as they rode out the waves of shared passion.

Yohji bit his lip and stumbled back against the wall, struggling to keep his own harsh breathing in check. He was still painfully hard, although he'd nearly cum as well watching the Schwarz assassins find release in one another. All the questions the blonde had had earlier were long forgotten, replaced by the need to find his own release somewhere.

Taking a deep breath, Yohji pushed off the wall and peered out through the slats again. To his relief Schuldich and Farfarello had mostly redressed, although the elder of the pair held the younger's coat over one arm. His other arm was wrapped around the Irishman's waist as they shared a kiss, this one more tender and gentle than their previous ones. As they pulled apart the redhead held up the trench coat, helping his lover slip it back on. Within seconds they looked as though nothing had ever happened, the only tell-tale sign of their activities being Schuldich's rumpled locks.

"Johann?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I know." Schuldich pulled the teenager back against him and kissed the side of his neck, grinning against the bite mark he'd left earlier. "Love you too, my Jei."

They stood still for a moment, listening as the clock in the main office struck midnight before moving towards the door to the hallway. Farfarello's hand closed around the doorknob, but he turned his gaze back towards the closet before glancing at Schuldich and raising one slender brow as if asking something silently. The older man laughed and ruffled the teen's white hair before glancing towards the closet himself for the first time that night.

"Merry Christmas, Balinese," he said casually, even as Farfarello laughed and elbowed him lightly before stepping out into the hallway. "Hope you enjoyed your present."

Yohji groaned to himself as he watched the redhead leave, leaning heavily against the closet wall once again. Relief and guilt simultaneously swept over him as he grasped his cock and began stroking it, the memory of the Schwarz couple so casually having sex with full knowledge of their audience and the manual stimulation enough to grant him release.

It would be another half hour before Yohji himself left the office; he had a lot of thinking to do before he could face his allies again. After all, he wasn't gay... right?

Owari

Merry Christmas, everyone! This is my gift to every one of you, and a special dedication to my Angel-chan who already knows that I've got a lovely Valentine's Day-themed sequel in mind for this little series of mine ^_^