Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Wind ❯ One-Shot

Silent Wind

Disclaimer: All Weiss Kreuz characters belong to Koyasu Takehito, et al. And for your information I am not Koyasu. Had I been him, Yohji will wear more revealing clothes and Schwartz will have a thing to leather.

Author's warning: Yaoi, Kink, S&M, shota-con. Just the innocent things that make you smile. ^_^

Author's warning2: NO seriously, people. This is not for kids, nor any homophobic. I don't want any flame regarding the lack of warning. This will cause serious brain damage to kids, nausea to homophobic, and endless stream of nosebleed for YAOI fans!!!!!!!!

He never said a word.

Never in our missions, never in my bed.

He was silent. As silent as the wind that seemed to love him so much. Caressing his beautiful face and silky hair and made me fist my hands in jealousy, mission temporarily forgotten. His indigo eyes were cool on my blue ones as we engaged in a glaring match. Then suddenly I felt my bones cracks and the air left my lungs when I was thrown to a wall.

I knew I couldn't beat him. He was too powerful. He could kill me with a careless thought if he cares enough.

Sometimes I wonder why he never did. But I think I'll never know.

He never said a word.

Never when I choke on my blood, never when he saw me dragged into the car from the rising helicopter.

Time crawls and suddenly he was before the window of my room when I patched my wounds. His eyes were cool on mine as we engaged in a glaring match. His eyes were cool but I could feel his needs radiated from his body. We stared at each other for another minute before he sighed softly.

Slowly he striped his clothes, the silly school uniform he seemed to love so much. My heart beat faster as more expanse of pale white skin revealed. My uncovered body quickly reacted to the erotic sight but I didn't reach out nor did I help him. I wanted him to submit himself to me as he did to various others, as no one ever had to me before him.

He kneeled before me. Unashamedly erect as he stared at the floor. I slowly stood, my own member painfully hard, to turn off the light before opening a drawer.

He waited obediently for an order. Any order. And I approach him slowly, calmly even as my breath ragged and my heart beat faster and faster. Then from behind him, I tie a scarf across his eyes. And I heard my own hoarse voice telling him to get onto my bed. I only watched in fascination and lust as he rose gracefully onto his own two feet and walk to my bed, never faltering in his step. Months of practice made him bold, as he was familiar to this order. Now he knows this room like the back of his hand.

He kneeled in the center of my bed, facing me, waiting for me. I took my time watching his lithe form. So strong, yet so fragile. I marvel the way the streetlights outside made his skin looked translucent. Then I saw them…

Angry purple marks on his chest, neck and arms. I felt my anger boiled and I crossed the distance between us quickly. The bed shifted as I climbed onto it.

Gently, I took his hands in mine, taking them behind his back and cuffed them there. I parted his thighs further apart and pushed his back to make him bent his body forward. Tiny shivers ran down his spine as I teased his entrance. I jabbed a finger into him and I heard his choked gasp. Not from pain, he was only surprised. I pulled my finger out again, wiping it on my clean white sheet.

He did gasp in pain, though, as I pushed an already lubricated buttplug. Its scrapping pain hardly lessened as I only gave a thin layer of lubrication on it. But he didn't protest because pain, he was familiar with. So I move the tool inside him until its tip touched his special spot and flick its switch so it buzz slowly from inside his body.

He never said a word.

Never when I cuffed him, never when I thrust the buttplug into him.

There's still no voice from him. Only light shivers that showed that my action had brought some reaction from him. I heard a muffled slow buzz from inside of him and flicked the switch one more time. It increased its furious pace more and his hips started to move in its own volition.

He enjoyed it.

I didn't want him to.

I took leather straps I had prepared earlier and swiftly put them on the base of his balls tightly. I shifted again until I kneeled before him and pulled his hair. He straightened up as a near inaudible whimper escaped his throat. I bent my body slowly, licking a wet path of saliva down his quivering body. And when I had my prize stood tall before my face, I gave it a sloppy lick, taking it into my mouth.

I knew he bit his lip even without seeing it. I continued to suck him; my fingers rolled and knead his balls as his hips jerked violently back and forth into my mouth and onto the butt plug while one of my hand knead his butt cheek.

He never begged.

Never for his life, never for his release.

I left him dripping and move behind him. Slowly I extract the buttplug from him and I heard him moaned so very softly. I pushed myself into him with one swift move and only stopped when my balls hit his bare bottom. I let myself drown in the sensation of his velvety muscle around me, contracting and sucking me deeper inside. I held his hips tightly, minding that his hands are between our bodies, kissed and bit his neck and shoulder. He was so delicious.

I took one deep breath before pulling myself out of him so only the tip of my cock left in him and plunged back in forcefully. I continued to move like that for a few precious moments before my needs got the better of me and I started to move in our familiar rhythm, slow but firm, though soon, it wasn't enough for me and I started to move in a brutal pace.

He never made a sound.

Never when I deep throated him, never when I banged into him.

I gave one final push into him. I pulled him closer than close to me so that my convulsing hardness rested deeper in him. And for one orgasmic moment I think I saw white stars and fireworks behind my eyelids. But the moment left me too fast and I started to realize little things like the contrast between his pale skin and my darker one, his dark brown hair and my light blond one, my fulfilled need and his unfulfilled one.

I pulled out slowly, earning a soft hiss and unlocked his cuff and told him to face me. I was leaning on the headboard of my bed when I told him to open his blindfold.

He looked at me coolly. His labored breathing was the only evidence of his needs to cum. I threw him a pillow and he eyed me as he caught it. Lowering his face he started to rub himself on my pillow. I knew he wouldn't get release. He never would unless I told him to remove the straps. But I wouldn't. Not soon enough. I want him to suffer. I want him to suffer for coming to me with the marks of other men.

I told him to fingerfucked himself.

He glared at me warily but did it anyway. With one hand holding the pillow and another behind him, fingerfucking him, rocking back and forth madly, he was a sight to behold. I felt myself rehardening but I decided to ignore my needs, focusing my attention to him only.

He never made a sound.

Never when he jerked himself off, never when he fingerfucked himself.

Softly, I told him to loose the straps little by little and I saw him bit his bloody lip as he concentrated his power to loose the straps and keeping his voice down. I smiled when I saw the erotic dance he presented to me when his hips rolled and jerked and bucked faster and faster to the rhythm of his needs.

And finally, with a shuddering breath and roll of hips, he cum. I smiled when I saw him slumped forward. The pillow fell down, as he had no power left to keep it on his still jerking hips.

I reached out for him and pulled him by the hair. He didn't resist. I pushed his face toward my crotch, and force him to engulf me by pushing the tip of my cock to his lips. I pushed him down when he took me into his mouth until his nose bumped my pubic hair and kept him still there. I let my hips buck into his mouth as my hand traveled down his back to him buttock. He sucked me hard and fast as I thrust four of my fingers into him without warning.

He never made a sound.

Never when we came together for the second time that night, never in our next couplings that very night.

He never told me who I am to him.

I never told him I love him….

And that ladies and gentlemen, is my first one shot.

Now, I'm not sure whether I had made it clear or not in the story because I made it in 1,5 hour at 2 PM and I was so very sleepy. This is an Omi X Nagi story. And yes I made Omi the dominatrix master here, but I couldn't help it. The image of Nagi jerking himself off and fingerfucked himself in front of Omi is too…

*Ran for Kleenex and stuff her nose with it*

Ja, review minna-san…