Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sharp & Guilty Pleasure Arc ❯ Interlude 2 ( Chapter 4 )

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.

 

Interlude 1

 

My heart goes Boum-Boum-Boum
Every time I think of you
I feel that Boum-Boum-Boum
No control of what I'll do

Simplicity, complexity, oh what a tragedy
Reality, insanity, strange normality
Incredible, untouchable, but just visual

And I want you, just you

 

Enigma- “Boum-Boum” from the album Voyageur

 

 

~Schuldig~

 

For a night that had started out shitty, it had ended in spectacular fashion. Aya had been a complete surprise. I never would have thought that the human iceberg would hold such passion. I should have. It's always the quiet ones who have the most depth of feeling. There had never been even the barest hint of it in his mind on the times we had fought during missions. He had buried those feelings deep. I wondered if Yohji knew about them and that was what made him pursue Aya.

 

It was just my luck that the stupid cell Crawford had insisted I carry went off. I tried ignoring it but after the fourth call in five minutes, I had to answer it. Crawford said we had a mission. I didn't believe him. He wouldn't have sent me out if we had a mission later that night. I think Crawford was just screwing with me. He carried a grudge like nobody's business. He was still pissed over that get laid and stick out of his ass comment I had made when I came back from that first night with Yohji.

 

Aya had been a fantastic lay. Once I had forced him to feel, he craved it. It was like a beast in him that needed to be fed. Whatever I wanted him to do he had done as long as I kept on touching him and making him feel. He wasn't a push over. He had insisted on a few things of his own. I had been right though, he was a kinky bastard. I cursed the damn cell and Crawford for making me leave Aya before I'd had the chance to use that nifty swing in the room I'd brought him to.

 

Now, I had another problem. I wanted to have Aya again. Actually, I wanted Aya and Yohji together. I couldn't see the problem with that. Yohji wanted Aya and Aya had quite a few fantasies running through his head about Yohji, now that he knew it was possible. The problem was going to be getting the two of them together with me for a little romp in the sheets. Yohji would probably do it at the drop of a hat. Aya was going to be more of a challenge. I had been able to feel the iciness creeping back over him when I told him I had to go.

 

I didn't want to have to mentally force him to feel again. I could end up damaging him and I didn't want that. He was a beautiful, deadly sharpness that couldn't be treated carelessly. Wielded with skill, he was an exquisite joy. Taken out and used clumsily, he was just as possible to harm the user as himself. He was much like his katana. Care and skill was going to have to be used with him to make him respond in the way I wanted. There had to be a way, some kind of trigger to make him feel without my screwing with his head again. It hit me then. Yohji.

 

Yohji was the trigger. He could make a dead man feel if he turned his attentions to him. Aya wouldn't be able to hold out against the things that Yohji could pull from a body. He really wouldn't be able to hold out if I linked the three of us together and let him feel first hand the sinful pleasure that Yohji could produce. I smiled to myself. Now I just had to set up the day when I would get my Vergnügen and my Schärfe, my Pleasure and my Sharpness together.

 

~Aya~

 

I was freezing over again. Schuldig had answered the cell that kept ringing and told me he had to go. I didn't want him to. It had been a sharp and guilty pleasure to feel again. Whatever had happened between Schuldig and me, whatever he had done to make me feel was slowly leaving. I was once again becoming the master of the icy wasteland of my mind.

 

I didn't want to be.

 

I left the club and hailed a cab. I wasn't going to be effective at the club for the rest of the night. The patrons had seen me break under Schuldig and give voice to desire that I had never shown before. I'd have to wait for another night to go back and complete the mission. No top worth their leather wanted a bottom that had already been broken by another top in the same night. It was like sloppy seconds.

 

As the cab took me home, I thought of what Schuldig had told me. Yohji did men sometimes. He had taken Schuldig to his bed because I hadn't responded to his advances. I hadn't realized he had been making advances. Yohji was just always there when I needed him. I frowned as I thought about all the times that he had ignored mission protocol and came to me just when I seemed to need him. I don't know how he knew that. I never said a thing. I would feel the cold taking me over and suddenly Yohji was there with his warmth pulling me back from myself.

 

Knowing that Yohji wanted me was heady and frightening. The more I thought about the possibility of allowing myself the pleasure of Yohji's touch, the more the feeling of being trapped in ice faded. Yohji could help me feel. I knew Yohji would help me feel if I asked him to. I just had to gather my courage to approach him.

 

The cab pulled up to the Koneko and I tossed some bills down to the driver, my mind already occupied with how I could approach Yohji without making a fool of myself or opening my defences to the pain of rejection. I wanted to feel but only the hot burn of passion that I had tasted tonight with Schuldig. I let myself in and headed to my room.

 

“Everything go okay Aya?”

 

I started as the voice came from out of the darkened hall. Yohji. How did he always know when my thoughts were in chaos?

 

“Fine,” I grunted as I started to brush past him. I had my hand on my doorknob when words suddenly spilled from my mouth. “I need to talk to you, in private.”

 

I felt his surprise but he levered himself away from the wall he had been leaning on and followed me into my room. It had to be some remnant of the experience with Schuldig that made me want to confirm what I had been told. I needed to know that Schuldig hadn't lied before I asked Yohji to help me feel and share his warmth with me. I'd go forward from that point.