Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sharp & Guilty Pleasure Arc ❯ Scharfe ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

Thanks, as always, goes to my beta Chelle for making me sound way more polished than I am.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

Schärfe

 

~Schuldig~

 

It had only been a week since I had been in Yohji's bed and I wanted to be there again. I was unable to concentrate on the simplest things and I was losing my temper far more than normal. Even Farfarfello was taking pains to avoid me and the sudden outbursts of temper. Crawford had ordered me out of the house and to go get my head straightened out before I screwed up on a mission. I knew he was right when I almost gave the hopeless girl at the fast food place a brain aneurism for giving me a cola instead of a root beer.

 

I needed to see Yohji again for that sense of calm that I had felt after swimming through his mind.

 

I pulled up outside the shop and lit a smoke as I cast my mind out for him. He wasn't there. His other team mates were, but he had gone somewhere on a mission. Fuck. Now I was going to have to wait until he got back. I could feel my mood darken as I settled myself in for a long wait. I was surprised when Aya left the shop not ten minutes later and got into a waiting cab.

 

I sent a quick little spear into his brain and discovered turmoil. It was delicious. I started the car and followed the cab at a discreet distance. Twenty minutes later, it pulled to a stop in front of a place I use to frequent. I watched as Aya climbed from the cab, walked to the door and entered. Now I was curious. What would the resident iceberg be doing at a place like this and why were his thoughts so mixed up?

 

It took me almost ten minutes to find a parking spot on the busy street. When I finally walked to the door of the building, that dark mood had grown. I knocked at the door and had it opened by a burly man who looked like he could and would snap lesser beings in two.

 

“Mastermind, how nice to see you. You haven't been here in such a long time,” he said as he saw me.

 

“I've been busy. Just thought I'd stop by on a whim tonight. Anything new and interesting since I was last here?”

 

“There's some new people added to the list. One in particular I think you'll like. He's a strong one. Can take lots of punishment. Nobody's been able to make him crack yet. He just came in a few minutes ago actually. I think you'd really get a thrill from him,” the big bouncer said as he ushered me into the hall that led to the main room.

 

“You don't say?”

 

“He's probably still waiting to be claimed for tonight. I don't know why he's a bottom. I'd have pegged him for a top; a strong top.”

 

I knew he was talking about Aya. I had picked the mental picture of this new bottom from his head. I wouldn't have pegged Aya as a bottom either. The man was just too controlled. But if he was a bottom, then it was indeed my lucky day. My dark mood began to improve. I made my way to a room off to the side and picked a quick selection of clothes that was provided for the club members that paid the outrageous fees for such a thing. I changed quickly and stepped out into the main room.

 

I felt eyes shift in my direction and a quiet murmur start at my approach. It was good to be recognized for your talents. I tossed back my hair and struck a pose as my eyes scanned the room. There were several people standing on a small stage against the back wall of the club. Among them was Aya looking better than I ever thought possible in black leather straps, silver buckles, rings and little else. Our eyes met and I caught the briefest flare of startled surprise before that was quashed in the deep violet of his gaze. I walked purposefully to him and held his eyes the whole time.

 

When I was even with the stage, I looked to the woman who had control of the bottoms waiting for their tops for the evening. I pointed to Aya.

 

“Has he been claimed yet?”

 

“No, he is still free for the taking. Are you sure you want him Mastermind? He is not very obedient and seems resistant to most discipline.”

 

“I feel like a challenge tonight. I'll take him.”

 

Something flashed in Aya's eyes before he stepped down from the little stage. He glared at me and icy hostility radiated from him. I skimmed his mind and found that he intended to step past me and walk out of the club. That was just not to be tolerated. I couldn't have Yohji right now and the other person who could compete for his attentions was right in front of me, subject to my will.

 

Aya started to walk past me when my hand flashed out and backhanded him across the mouth. He staggered back from the unexpected blow and glared daggers into me. His hands fisted and I knew he was fighting the urge to hit me. Blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth but he made no attempt to wipe it away.

 

He was an intoxicating sight. His pale skin criss-crossed with black leather straps, hair the colour of his freshly spilled blood and those unusual coloured eyes that flashed hostility at me. He had a small gold hoop through his left nipple and I caught the flash of a dangling gold earring in his ear through the curtain of his hair. He glared at me from under ragged bangs and his lip curled up in the faintest of sneers. I had an erection starting in my own leathers from the thoughts of what I could do to this new toy.

 

**Don't walk away from me. I'm the top here, not you. **

 

“Fuck you. You're not going to be my top. I'm leaving,” he snarled as he whirled to leave.

 

I was treated to the sight of his naked ass and a tail that disappeared between his cheeks. My, my, my, he was a kinky bastard. I reached out a hand faster than he could move and snagged a strap that criss-crossed his back and jerked him to a halt. He hissed at me and reacted with training and instincts honed from his years as an assassin. The fist never connected with my face but it was a close thing.

 

I yanked hard on the strap and made him stumble off balance. He quickly regained his footing but had nowhere to go with me holding him like I did. Anger rolled off him in waves. I dipped into his mind and enjoyed the mix of anger, confusion and a reluctant, slow arousal.

 

**You like this do you? I never would have thought you to be the type. **

 

**Get the fuck out of my head Schuldig, ** he ordered in icy tones that seemed to stab at my brain.

 

**I don't think so. Finding you here was an unexpected bonus for me. Since I can't have who I really want tonight, you're just going to have to do. **

 

**Fuck off. **

 

I speared into his brain with brute force. If he wasn't going to play nice, I saw no reason to either. He gasped at the intrusion and struggled briefly in my grip before I forced his muscles into going still. I found the cause of his anger, confusion, and arousal. It was Yohji. I should have known. They had bumped into each other in the hall after I left that night/morning and Aya had made the comment about not wanting Omi to see yet another woman come from Yohji's room. Yohji had asked him who had told him it was a woman he had taken to bed.

 

He had been completely caught off guard by that comment. Since then, Aya had been piecing together all the casual things that Yohji had said and done since he had known him. He kept coming back with the fact that Yohji slept with women and why would he say such a thing? Yes, Yohji was a tease but he only teased women like that. Then the seemingly casual touches and brushes of skin on skin contact came to mind and he wondered what Yohji was up to. He thought it was cruel of Yohji to make teasing comments like that and that it might upset the dynamics of the team since he didn't think either Ken or Omi would be very open to having team mates screwing each other.

 

**Ach, Yohji does men too kitten. Not very often from what I found in his head, but he does appreciate having a man under him…or in him. **

 

Startled violet eyes met mine. I smirked at the thoughts that Aya was having. He had never considered that Yohji might like men. That was quickly followed by an incredibly detailed fantasy of spreading Yohji's ass and entering him. He demanded to know how I had come to have this information.

 

**If you please me by the end of this evening, I'll tell you. Consider it my reward to you for a good night's entertainment. **

 

Aya held my gaze for a moment longer before dropping his eyes to the floor and nodded his head briefly. I was a little surprised and disappointed that he had agreed so quickly. I had been looking for more of a struggle from him. I wanted an excuse to really hit him. I was a little jealous that Yohji still wanted him after being with me and I wanted to make Aya pay for stirring that lust in Yohji. Aya could fantasize all he wanted, but Yohji was mine. I let go of the strap I had been holding and Aya stayed where he was. The entire episode had taken less than a minute. There was a small smattering of applause and both of us looked up to find almost every eye in the room on us. They approved of how I had handled a difficult bottom.

 

I looked at Aya and inclined my head towards a padded bench near the center of the room. He walked without further protest and lay on his stomach and waited for me to strap his wrists and ankles in place. I was surprised at the sudden about-face until I caught the stray thought from Aya that he wanted to know exactly how I came to know that Yohji did men. He was taking me at my word that I would tell him as long as I got my entertainment from him.

 

I stroked a hand down his back and over the tight swells of his ass. I parted his cheeks to find that the tail was indeed inserted in his ass and not held in place by straps. He squirmed a little at that touch and I smiled. He had fine control of his muscles if he could keep that in his ass without the assistance of straps. I could hardly wait until I could feel his tight ass gripping my cock.

 

**This will come out later and it will be my cock filling you. For now though, I'll leave it where it is. How about we warm you up first? **

 

I went to the wall that held a selection of whips, crops, and paddles. I chose a small crop and returned to Aya. Before I began, I crouched down and undid the snaps that held the piece of leather over his groin. His erection was being kept up by a tightly cinched leather cock ring. Whoever had prepared Aya had done a good job. He was hard, ready, and powerless to do anything about it. I stroked him roughly a few times before leaving him to stand behind him again. I projected the image he presented me into his brain. A barely heard sound escaped him at the erotic picture. I drew my arm back and brought the crop down on his exposed ass with a sharp crack.

 

~Aya~

 

I couldn't believe that Schuldig had come into the same club as me on the same night by accident. He had to have followed me, but why? The regulars knew him. That much was obvious. They treated him with respect. I should have known that Schuldig would come to a place like this. As long as I was able to keep my mission details from him, I could endure whatever he did to me. It couldn't be any worse than what the others had already done on the other nights that I had come here to build my cover for the mission.

 

I burned with curiosity to know how he knew that Yohji sometimes did men. I didn't think he was bullshitting me, but he was a master at manipulating minds. After that little comment Yohji had thrown out at me when we passed in the hall, it was all I could seem to think of. Not that anybody would have been able to tell. I was very good at hiding what I was thinking and feeling.

 

I couldn't help but squirm a little at the feel of Schuldig's hand over my back and down my ass. It was a soft touch but nobody touched me. Except Yohji. Yohji was always finding excuses to touch bare skin to bare skin. I would never admit to anyone that I liked it when Yohji touched me. It felt…nice and comforting. A warmth of contact that I had gone without for far to long. I especially like it when he would rest his chin on my shoulder and our cheeks would brush against one another.

 

I was pulled from those thoughts when Schuldig pushed apart my cheeks to examine the butt plug that had been inserted when I got to the club. I shivered when he told me that he would remove it and replace it with his cock later. I had no intention of getting fucked by Schuldig. It wasn't that he wasn't an attractive man, he was. But, I had so far avoided being fucked by any of the club goers and I wasn't about to start with my enemy. I'd do it if it was required for the mission, but I'd prefer not to. I still couldn't believe I had let him strap me to the bench with little more than his word that he'd tell me how he knew Yohji did men.

 

I heard the soft whistle of wind seconds before the crop hit my ass. A bright little point of fire started and I clenched my hands into fists to keep from making a sound. I wasn't going to give him that pleasure. Soon, he had set up a rhythm of slashes with the crop that had the skin on my ass and thighs on fire. It wasn't anything that I hadn't already felt before though.

 

**No sounds. Impressive. You have very fair skin and it's already turned quite red. It matches your hair. It's really quite nice. Ready to move on to the next stage? ** he asked as he returned the crop and removed a whip from the rack.

 

**How did you find out that Yohji likes men? ** I asked, unable to stop myself.

 

**Ah, ah. I said I'd tell you after you had provided me with entertainment for the night. We've only just started here. Why are you not surprised that I'm speaking in your mind? **

 

I was kept from immediately answering as the whip snapped across my back. It hurt more than the crop and I pressed into the padded leather. I still refused to make a sound. I heard Schuldig give a pleased murmur in my head from the increased pain he was dealing me and felt the strangest sensation of arousal that I knew wasn't mine.

 

**That would be my arousal. I can feel yours too. You're trying to hide it but I can feel it inside your head. It's feeding mine. Are all you kittens so uninformed about my talents? I'm almost hurt. ** Schuldig replied as he began an irregular striking pattern with the whip so I was never sure where it was coming from next.

 

After a time, the immediate pain of the whip hitting my back faded into one hot throbbing area. I still hadn't made a sound and I could tell this was frustrating Schuldig. The smallest of smiles tugged at my lips. The smile slipped away when I felt the plug in my ass pulled on. It was stroked back and forth slowly but never removed. Each time it was pushed in, it brushed against my prostate and set off little explosions of sensations. I struggled to keep the soft little moans from escaping me. Pain I could deal with and never make a sound. Gentle pleasure always pulled some type of sound from me.

 

**Ah, so gentle pleasure makes you cry out? I know you're struggling to keep quiet. You'd like it to be Yohji wouldn't you, now that you know he would do this if you asked. You want to feel him taking your ass like this. You'd like to take him in return too. Don't bother lying. I can read it from your mind. You have a very detailed imagination of what it would be like. Should I tell you how good the real Yohji feels? **

 

A little spurt of anger made me try and lash out mentally at Schuldig. He deflected the anger I directed at him and instead of sending it back at me like I was expecting, he sent me an image of Yohji.

 

He was naked and had a light sheen of sweat on his skin. A sensual smile played over his lips as he thrust slowly into the lover under him. A hand trailed over his lover's chest and caressed a nipple before his mouth followed and suckled it to a hard peak. His hand skimmed over the flat belly and circled the erection before beginning the timed strokes to bring them both off. Yohji's body stiffened and his hips ground into his lover as he came, pulling his partner with him. Yohji brought his hand to his mouth and licked the seed from his fingers before dipping his head to share the taste of release with his lover.

 

The feel of the plug stroking in and out of my ass and the mental picture of Yohji pleasuring his lover pulled a moan of pure lust from my throat. I wanted more. I blindly reached out mentally and brushed against Schuldig's mind. I was unprepared for the rush of sensations that swept through me. Arousal, lust, need; I hadn't felt things like that in years. I pulled back quickly and a small broken sob escaped me.

 

**Ach, so that is what will make you cry out then. The untouchable Abyssinian is affected by gentleness and desire. Very careless of you to let me know that. ** Schuldig said with a hint of cruelty in his voice.

 

I felt myself freeze over mentally. I knew my body could take all kinds of physical abuse and barely a sound would escape me. Mental abuse wasn't a new game and I'd often been accused of mentally abusing myself on more than one occasion. But to truly feel things, that terrified me; and now Schuldig knew.

 

He trailed the ends of the whip up my back as he moved to stand in front of me. He opened the front of the leathers he wore and eased his cock out. He brushed it against my lips and gripped my hair painfully when I tried to move my face away.

 

I gave a startled gasp when he forced on me the mental vision of Yohji pressing his cock to Schuldig's lips and him taking it into his mouth. That little gasp gave him the opportunity to press his cock into my mouth. I knew it was Schuldig in my mouth but overlaid on that, was the image of Yohji with his cock in my mouth. I moaned as feelings crested and crashed through me. I didn't know if they were mine or Schuldig's and for the briefest of moments, I didn't care. I let Schuldig fuck my mouth as he fed me the image of doing the same thing for Yohji. When he pulled out of both my mouth and mind, I whimpered.

 

A soft ahh sounded through the room and I felt my face flame. I had taken whips, crops, paddles and once, thin silver chains and had never made a sound. With one simple mental trick, Schuldig made me moan and whimper like a lust-crazed teenager. I was going to kill him for that.

 

“And now, I think I shall take my pretty toy to a private room. I've no wish to let anymore of his exquisite cries be heard by anyone else,” he said as he unbuckled me from the bench and pulled me to my feet.

 

I felt burning cold anger start to grow in my chest. I pulled into myself, behind my icy mission shields and let Schuldig steer me to one of the private rooms for the use of the exclusive members. He pushed me into the room, closed, and locked the door. He leaned against the door and cocked his head to stare at me. A little frown creased his brow.

 

“And where have you gone now my little kitten? All I can feel of you is a sharp and dangerous ice. Are you trying to hide from me? You do realize how futile that is, don't you?”

 

I wrapped my mind in the icy shield that was, as Yohji called it, my mission mind. Nothing could touch me there. Sometimes I was afraid that I would never come back from that place. Whenever I started to feel that way, Yohji was always suddenly at my side, pulling me back. But Yohji wasn't here now. He was out on his own mission tonight, working the other side of this assignment. It was just my bad luck to have Schuldig follow me here.

 

I felt Schuldig try and dig into my brain. I felt his frustration at my resistance and gifted him with a tiny, icy smile. Neither one of us moved to physically attack the other. This was a mental battle and one I fully intended to win. Then I could kill him. When I went into my mental wasteland of ice and snow, nobody who had an ounce of self-preservation would dare to try to follow. I hadn't counted on Schuldig's pit-bull persistence.

 

~Schuldig~

 

When Aya disappeared into his mind, leaving me with nothing to play with, I had to follow. What I found was almost as intriguing as Yohji's mind. Aya's was a minefield of beautiful icy spears and deadly black ice. It was easily one of the coldest, emptiest places I had ever been. There was nothing of his for me to use and manipulate. He stood in the middle of the cold, stark wasteland waiting for me. A beautiful, deadly ice god supremely confident in the mastery of his own mind.

 

He really should have known better. He wanted to make it a contest of wills alone. Aya might have had a chance of winning if I had allowed that. That, of course, would have meant that I played fair. Why would I do that? He'd shown me what could make him weak.

 

I do so like to play with my victims when I get the chance.

 

I let the encounter with Yohji unfold straight from my own mind into his. His eyes blazed like dark amethyst under the assault and he held his ground. I added all the details I could recall from that night and threw them at him in a heavy barrage. He mentally staggered under the attack as I increased my memories of that night with Yohji.

 

He dropped to one knee and I heard a sharp, crystalline crack. His head snapped up and he struggled to his feet. A loud rumble of ice shifting against itself sounded from under my feet and I watched as sweat broke out on his face as he tried to shore up his cracking defences against me. He was good, very good, but I was better. I'd lived my whole life with this curse. I knew how to bend or break a mind to my will.

 

Icy wind whipped around him and spears of jagged ice exploded from the ground around him. He was pulling on reserves of inner strength that I never would have suspected him to have. I was starting to have to work at battering down his defences. I was grudgingly impressed. It was going to be a stalemate if I didn't do something. I didn't want to break his mind. Yohji would never welcome me back into his bed if I did that and I wanted back in his bed. He cared deeply for his team mates and nothing I did could change that. Even I had mental limits. But I still had my ace to play.

 

I forced Aya to feel. I pummelled him with all the sensations that I had felt while in Yohji's arms. The peace I had felt. The warm fire of his passion. His delight in having me in his bed under him. I forced what Yohji had felt onto him as well. The gentle giving; the heady climax; the bliss of completion. The knowledge that he was with me because Aya hadn't responded to his subtle hints. The subtle guilt that Yohji had slept with the enemy because Aya hadn't seen what was being offered right in front of him.

 

Aya threw back his head and screamed as the icy wasteland around him exploded. My head snapped back against the door with a hard thunk from the mental backlash. I watched in amazement as he fell to his hands and knees on the floor and drew in great gulping sobs. I wondered briefly if I had misjudged the force to use and had indeed broken Aya. A brief touch of his mind showed me that I hadn't and brought me a relief that I didn't stop to consider.

 

His mind was now open to me and I stepped in. There was love and passion; danger and obsession and it was all wrapped around one Kudou Yohji. Denial is more than just a river in Egypt apparently. It always amazed me what people hid from themselves. I idly wondered how long he would have hidden this from himself if I hadn't forced him to confront it. The more I moved through his mind, the more I wanted to see. It was complex and fascinating. It was a sharp and dangerous place with unexpected feelings reaching out and slashing at me with a force that was surprising. Here was a man who felt things deeply. Possibly too deeply to let the emotions run free without driving him insane. There was good reason he was so remote from everything.

 

I approached Aya where he crouched on the floor and tipped his chin up to look at him. Tears slipped down his cheeks and gave a jewel brightness to his unusual eyes. I moved on instinct alone and brushed his mouth with mine.

 

**The feelings only get stronger if you ignore them. Feed them once in a while and they won't overwhelm you. Let them in carefully. ** I don't know why I offered that piece of advice to Aya. I decided to chalk it up to Yohji's recent influence on me.

 

His mouth remained motionless under mine as his breath hitched in his throat. When I was about to pull away, he tentatively kissed me back. His emotions roiled in his head and I had to work at keeping them at a reasonable level or we would have both been overwhelmed. Once freed from the icy prison he had been keeping them in, he hungered. Want and need rushed to the forefront and a dangerous gleam appeared in his eyes seconds before he threw himself at me and began devouring my mouth.

 

I let him attack my mouth for the briefest of times before I felt my own need rising, called by his long self-denial. I was in his mind and feeding off the writhing desire and lust that had too long been denied. I was going to end up giving myself one hell of a headache from being in his mind while he was uncontrolled like this, but it was an incredible mental feast.

 

His mind was a complete contrast to Yohji's. Where Yohji had been warmth and sensuality and honeyed wine, Aya's unchecked mind was wild and icy sharp with just enough of a sweet tang to make it achingly pleasurable. His was like lemon ice cream on a hot, sultry summer day. Cool, sharp and sweet and capable of raising goose bumps because it was such a contrast of flavours and sensations. Where Yohji's mind had a languid sexuality, Aya's had an untamed quality at its core that was completely at odds with the rest of the man. I wanted to tame that wildness in Aya, if only for a little while.

 

I could have tried to gentle him with soft words and kisses. That would have taken too long considering the state he was in. He wanted and needed immediate relief from the long denied things pounding at him and through him. His cock was hard and leaking pre-come. His nipples were peaked into hard little nubs. A flush coloured his cheeks and his breathing was ragged. His mind screamed at me to fuck him and make him feel.

 

~Aya~

 

**Do you need me to fuck you? To ease the things whirling in your head and making your body want? ** Schuldig asked in silky voice.

 

“Yes,” I hissed as the feelings I had kept locked away for years clamoured to be fed. I wanted to jump on Schuldig and devour him. I wanted to swallow his cock down my throat. I wanted to feel his cock pounding in my ass until I felt him spurt inside me. I wanted to feel the heat of his ass squeezing my cock as I stroked into him.

 

**Ach, kitten. You really shouldn't have those kinds of thoughts about a telepath when they are in the room with you, ** he chuckled as he roughly pinched my nipple.

 

A whine left my throat at the hard touch. How? How had all those emotions I'd suppressed for so long gotten so strong? I had done nothing to make them grow unless Schuldig was right and ignoring them only made them stronger. I knew Schuldig was still in my mind, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel what he was going to give me. I needed to feel.

 

“Now, Schuldig. I want now.”

 

Was that desperate husky voice mine? What had Schuldig done to me to make me want like this? I found I liked it. I liked the deep hungry need, the dark sharpness of lust that sizzled through me and made me aware of my body like never before.

 

**Should I make you beg? I think I could get you to agree to just about anything right now so long as I fuck you. **

 

I was close to begging. But while I may have had a wildness to what I was feeling and needing, I still retained a small measure of control. I also discovered a wicked streak that I never knew I had. Without another word, I rolled to my back and locked eyes with Schuldig. One hand gripped the butt plug and the other my cock. I began to work both as I watched Schuldig from half closed eyes. The want and need was too strong for me to do anything else but provoke him into fucking me senseless.

 

A mental image of what I looked like poured into my brain and my eyes widened slightly before a groan slid past my lips. I looked wanton. There was no other way to put it. The image of myself through Schuldig's eyes was arousing me further. I licked my lips and held his gaze as the need built and grew in me. The butt plug had been inserted by one of the club patrons and I was briefly thankful for it. It was angled just right to hit my pleasure center and every thrust made me moan softly. Schuldig muttered a soft oath in German before grasping the plug and pulling it from my ass. A strangled moan was my protest at that.

 

Schuldig grabbed a handful of the leather straps that crossed my chest and dragged me to the bed. He tossed me on it and yanked my arm over my head. A metallic click and a tug on my arm told me that he was chaining me down to the bed for his pleasure. A shiver of delight travelled through my body as I let him restrain my other arm. He spread my legs apart and secured those as well. Then he stood back and stared at me while feeding me the image he saw.

 

My cock throbbed and twitched. My hips rolled and made the short chains clink as I shifted restlessly. My hair had darkened in places from sweat and stuck to my cheeks and forehead. My nipples were hard and the gold hoop glinted as my breathing started to become ragged. Schuldig removed his leathers and I stared and licked my lips at the sight of his cock. He knelt between my spread legs and rubbed his cock against mine. I groaned and arched into him.

 

I felt Schuldig's cock push at my stretched hole and moaned long and low when he slid into me. His fingers brushed down my cock as he reached to release the cock ring. I whimpered as he ground his hips into mine. He felt better than the plug and when he started to pump aggressively, I growled and wrapped my fingers around the chains that held me. My cock pulsed in time to my heartbeat and I whined as I tried to press it into Schuldig's belly for friction.

 

**Should I see how long I can keep you on this sharp edge of pleasure Aya? Should I see how long it takes you to come from just fucking your ass and screwing your mind? **

 

I growled in my throat and strained against the bonds. I gathered all the feelings I had crashing through me and threw them at Schuldig. He gave a surprised little gasp before slamming his hips into me and turning those feelings back on me. My back arched and a scream tore from my throat as my orgasm ripped through my senses. Icy heat burned through my brain and sent tingles through my whole body.

 

Schuldig swore in German as my ass squeezed his cock. He pumped into me hard and groaned as his own release caught him. I felt the intense pleasure of his climax slam into my brain and my back bowed even further. I revelled in the feel of his cock pulsing deep in my ass and slowly felt my muscles relax as I sagged back onto the bed, panting.

 

**When you let go kitten, you're amazing. It is the most delicious thing to feel the icy sharpness of you mind and the soft heat of your ass. Now that the edge is off, do you want to do it again? **

 

I don't know where the laugh came from. I couldn't remember the last time I had laughed. Some time before Weiss, I believe. The lust was still there, coiling and rolling but banked to a tolerable level. Schuldig had done something to me. It was probably something I should have been worried about. But now that I had tasted these long denied feelings, I wanted more before the cold crept back. That it would, I had no doubt. Until then, I intended to take advantage of this new side of myself that Schuldig had forced me to recognize.