Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stille Nacht ❯ Silent Night - Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kagemihari 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Updated On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 924 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Updated On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 924 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Not me. u.u
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness. For other notes and warnings, see the first chapter.
Thank you to Moonraven for betaing, and Lóceheri for comments and encouragement! *heart*
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy.
~ Stille Nacht ~
Silent Night - Part 2
Ran wasn't sure what had possessed him to tell Yohji his real name, except that it seemed wrong somehow to be called by his sister's name in this moment of intimacy. His sister and his mission didn't have anything to do with this, this was his and his alone. For a moment he felt guilty, the promise that he'd made to her weighing heavily on him, threatening to crush his desire. But Yohji still had him held tightly by the wrist, then slipped an arm securely, possessively, around his waist as they made their way down the silent hall, and he wasn't sure Yohji was capable of stopping at this point.
He wasn't sure he was capable of stopping, either. He wanted it just as much as Yohji did, maybe more. He was suddenly and intensely aware of strength and power in the lean frame pressed against him, and the guilt faded away with barely a whisper as need came rushing back to fill him. His entire body hurt with it, with lust and longing and he wanted this so bad! Needed it, needed the strong hands all over his him, caressing and arousing and tender and fierce, needed the hot mouth to claim him and mark him and wash him clean, needed to be filled and pounded and taken, god....He shuddered. Needed it so bad.
He felt the answering shudder in the hard body at his side, their harsh breathing loud in the silence, knew that both of them were on the edge of taking this to the floor right here, right now--but no...they couldn't, that wasn't...a good idea...why?
Ah yes, the boys, Ken and Omi were sleeping, presumably, in their own rooms, and would be shocked and horrified if they were to come out and find their elders screwing like rabbits in the hall. No...they couldn't do that, attractive as the idea sounded.
"My room..." he heard his partner gasp breathlessly, "...s'closer."
An affirmative hiss from his own throat, nearly incapable of speech, and they changed direction, moving toward the door a few feet away, hands already fumbling at the restrictive clothing. They fell inside and managed, barely, not to slam the door behind them; then their legs gave out finally and they were on the floor, wrestling off the last of the clothing and clinging together as they shared a fierce, desperate, hungry kiss.
It was hot and needy and unbelievably sexy, and Ran knew they would never make it to the bed if they didn't get there right now. And with the part of his rational mind - a very small part, admittedly - that was still functioning, he decided that he didn't particularly want to get fucked into the hard cold floor. Not with the energy and enthusiasm Yohji was going to put into it, and he wanted that, god yes, wanted Yohji to fuck him hard, dammit!
With an effort he pulled them both to their feet, never breaking the kiss, and dragged the unprotesting Yohji over to the futon in the corner. They collapsed there with twin sighs of relief and passion - that same small, rational part of his mind noted that this was an odd combination. He told it pointedly to " shut up and fuck off!" , and turned his entire concentration to making this the best damn night of his life.
They moved in silence by an unspoken agreement, something about the stillness of the night and the nearby sleepers seeming to demand it. The heat and friction of their bodies was intensified by the pressure of noiseless pleasure, the glint of teasing and amusement in both pairs of eyes as they tested each others limits. Moans, growls, and soft cries were muffled into hands, shoulders, sheets and pillows, and deep groans were swallowed into the hot cavernous depths of an open mouthed kiss.
There was lull at last, a brief respite, pausing to delay the inevitable while they rested against each other with merely brief, tender touches maintaining the mood. They both wanted this to last as long as possible. Without words, and avoiding it even in their thoughts, they knew this meant far too much to both of them to make it quick and dirty this first time.
No, it was more like...Ran shoved the thought away in a hurry, shying away from the vaguely threatening feeling. Not yet, he wasn't, they weren't, ready to deal with that yet. He let his eyes drift over the smooth toned skin of the man in his arms, noting appreciatively the marks he'd left on Yohji's chest and shoulders, and reached a hand to trail idly across his collarbone, and down the clearly defined muscles in his arm. / Mine. / He leaned up slightly, brushing the lightest of kisses at the hollow of Yohji's throat, and let his mouth follow the path his fingers had taken, tracing the collarbone, raining featherlight kisses on the soft skin.
~*~
Yohji shivered, and suppressed a moan as the heat rose in him like a tide of fire. The whispering touches were driving him mad. God, Ran was good at this. He must have done this before....Yohji didn't let himself think about that. It was none of his business, right? He had no reason to be jealous, it wasn't like Ran was his in the first place.
It wasn't like he wanted--ahh...He hissed as Ran's tongue found his nipple again, and he twisted his fingers more tightly in the soft red hair. He couldn't think, god, he could hardly breathe when Ran was doing that.../ oh fuck! / That felt good...
He threw his head back and tossed it back and forth in his efforts to keep from moaning aloud, as Ran's hot wet mouth moved lower, his tongue languorously tracing Yohji's ribcage and the hard lines of his abdomen, dipping into his navel and then traveling sideways to find a sensitive spot on his hip. The sensations of heat and pleasure rippled through him, and he was losing it, losing his grip on himself and his reality. He could feel the long denied emotions surging up, desire and longing and fierce joy...
His hands rested now on Ran's hips and unconsciously his grip tightened; he was probably, no, certainly, leaving bruises on the pale skin but he didn't care. / You're mine, all mine. / His heart believed the possessive thoughts, though his mind knew it was too good to be true. But dammit all to hell...he wished it were. God, did he wish it were true. / You belong to me now! I won't, I won't let you get away from me again. / If only he could make sure of that..../ Goddamn you, Ran .../
He thought there might be tears on his face, or maybe it was just sweat. They were both dripping with it, from heat and exertion and the heavy pressure of the silence, closing in on them. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the soft brush of skin on skin, and faint thumps against the mattress.
Yohji grabbed Ran's shoulders and pushed him back firmly to lie flat, then leaned down to capture Ran's mouth again in a deep, desperate, possessive kiss. The answering kiss was just as hungry, just as fierce, and teeth clashed and lips were bit as the kiss became a small war. Ran broke away finally, pushing Yohji back insistently; his eyes were dark and smoldering, burning into Yohji with a demand that he recognized instantly. / Fuck me already, dammit! /
/ With pleasure. / He grinned wolfishly and lunged forward, grinding his hips against his tall partner and pinning him to the bed. Normally at this point he would be talking, a bantering stream of dirty threats and enticing words, but tonight he simply smirked, letting his eyes speak for him. It appeared to be quite as effective; Ran's eyes were half-closed and shining with lust and annoyance, and he thrust his hips up against Yohji's in wordless frustration. / Hurry up, you teasing bastard. /
Funny how easy it was to communicate with Ran, even in silence. Yohji wondered if this strange connection worked as well in everyday life, if he would be able to look at Ran and see in his eyes what he was thinking, as clearly as if he had spoken aloud. Thinking back to the way they worked together on missions, he had to admit that they had done this type of thing already, many times before. Never this clearly or intensely, but it was that same feeling of knowing, that sense of certainty about the other man's thoughts and intentions. Strange that he had never noticed it before.
Ran growled deep in his throat, the barely audible sound interrupting his thoughts. It rumbled in his chest, making the air between them seem to vibrate and Yohji imagined he could feel it brushing his fevered skin. / Impatient, are we? / He paused, savoring for a moment the feeling of power it gave him to have such a proud, strong man utterly at his mercy and begging for his touch. He shook his head once, briefly, knowing Ran would get the message. / My way. We do this my way tonight. / Ran's eyes glittered up at him in wary annoyance, but he did not protest. / Fine, just get on with it then! /
~*~
-tbc-
Heh...again, a fairly evil stopping place....gomen nasai! *smirk* (Yeah, actually I just enjoy making y'all suffer. ^_~) More to come soon...
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness. For other notes and warnings, see the first chapter.
Thank you to Moonraven for betaing, and Lóceheri for comments and encouragement! *heart*
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy.
~ Stille Nacht ~
Silent Night - Part 2
Ran wasn't sure what had possessed him to tell Yohji his real name, except that it seemed wrong somehow to be called by his sister's name in this moment of intimacy. His sister and his mission didn't have anything to do with this, this was his and his alone. For a moment he felt guilty, the promise that he'd made to her weighing heavily on him, threatening to crush his desire. But Yohji still had him held tightly by the wrist, then slipped an arm securely, possessively, around his waist as they made their way down the silent hall, and he wasn't sure Yohji was capable of stopping at this point.
He wasn't sure he was capable of stopping, either. He wanted it just as much as Yohji did, maybe more. He was suddenly and intensely aware of strength and power in the lean frame pressed against him, and the guilt faded away with barely a whisper as need came rushing back to fill him. His entire body hurt with it, with lust and longing and he wanted this so bad! Needed it, needed the strong hands all over his him, caressing and arousing and tender and fierce, needed the hot mouth to claim him and mark him and wash him clean, needed to be filled and pounded and taken, god....He shuddered. Needed it so bad.
He felt the answering shudder in the hard body at his side, their harsh breathing loud in the silence, knew that both of them were on the edge of taking this to the floor right here, right now--but no...they couldn't, that wasn't...a good idea...why?
Ah yes, the boys, Ken and Omi were sleeping, presumably, in their own rooms, and would be shocked and horrified if they were to come out and find their elders screwing like rabbits in the hall. No...they couldn't do that, attractive as the idea sounded.
"My room..." he heard his partner gasp breathlessly, "...s'closer."
An affirmative hiss from his own throat, nearly incapable of speech, and they changed direction, moving toward the door a few feet away, hands already fumbling at the restrictive clothing. They fell inside and managed, barely, not to slam the door behind them; then their legs gave out finally and they were on the floor, wrestling off the last of the clothing and clinging together as they shared a fierce, desperate, hungry kiss.
It was hot and needy and unbelievably sexy, and Ran knew they would never make it to the bed if they didn't get there right now. And with the part of his rational mind - a very small part, admittedly - that was still functioning, he decided that he didn't particularly want to get fucked into the hard cold floor. Not with the energy and enthusiasm Yohji was going to put into it, and he wanted that, god yes, wanted Yohji to fuck him hard, dammit!
With an effort he pulled them both to their feet, never breaking the kiss, and dragged the unprotesting Yohji over to the futon in the corner. They collapsed there with twin sighs of relief and passion - that same small, rational part of his mind noted that this was an odd combination. He told it pointedly to " shut up and fuck off!" , and turned his entire concentration to making this the best damn night of his life.
They moved in silence by an unspoken agreement, something about the stillness of the night and the nearby sleepers seeming to demand it. The heat and friction of their bodies was intensified by the pressure of noiseless pleasure, the glint of teasing and amusement in both pairs of eyes as they tested each others limits. Moans, growls, and soft cries were muffled into hands, shoulders, sheets and pillows, and deep groans were swallowed into the hot cavernous depths of an open mouthed kiss.
There was lull at last, a brief respite, pausing to delay the inevitable while they rested against each other with merely brief, tender touches maintaining the mood. They both wanted this to last as long as possible. Without words, and avoiding it even in their thoughts, they knew this meant far too much to both of them to make it quick and dirty this first time.
No, it was more like...Ran shoved the thought away in a hurry, shying away from the vaguely threatening feeling. Not yet, he wasn't, they weren't, ready to deal with that yet. He let his eyes drift over the smooth toned skin of the man in his arms, noting appreciatively the marks he'd left on Yohji's chest and shoulders, and reached a hand to trail idly across his collarbone, and down the clearly defined muscles in his arm. / Mine. / He leaned up slightly, brushing the lightest of kisses at the hollow of Yohji's throat, and let his mouth follow the path his fingers had taken, tracing the collarbone, raining featherlight kisses on the soft skin.
~*~
Yohji shivered, and suppressed a moan as the heat rose in him like a tide of fire. The whispering touches were driving him mad. God, Ran was good at this. He must have done this before....Yohji didn't let himself think about that. It was none of his business, right? He had no reason to be jealous, it wasn't like Ran was his in the first place.
It wasn't like he wanted--ahh...He hissed as Ran's tongue found his nipple again, and he twisted his fingers more tightly in the soft red hair. He couldn't think, god, he could hardly breathe when Ran was doing that.../ oh fuck! / That felt good...
He threw his head back and tossed it back and forth in his efforts to keep from moaning aloud, as Ran's hot wet mouth moved lower, his tongue languorously tracing Yohji's ribcage and the hard lines of his abdomen, dipping into his navel and then traveling sideways to find a sensitive spot on his hip. The sensations of heat and pleasure rippled through him, and he was losing it, losing his grip on himself and his reality. He could feel the long denied emotions surging up, desire and longing and fierce joy...
His hands rested now on Ran's hips and unconsciously his grip tightened; he was probably, no, certainly, leaving bruises on the pale skin but he didn't care. / You're mine, all mine. / His heart believed the possessive thoughts, though his mind knew it was too good to be true. But dammit all to hell...he wished it were. God, did he wish it were true. / You belong to me now! I won't, I won't let you get away from me again. / If only he could make sure of that..../ Goddamn you, Ran .../
He thought there might be tears on his face, or maybe it was just sweat. They were both dripping with it, from heat and exertion and the heavy pressure of the silence, closing in on them. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the soft brush of skin on skin, and faint thumps against the mattress.
Yohji grabbed Ran's shoulders and pushed him back firmly to lie flat, then leaned down to capture Ran's mouth again in a deep, desperate, possessive kiss. The answering kiss was just as hungry, just as fierce, and teeth clashed and lips were bit as the kiss became a small war. Ran broke away finally, pushing Yohji back insistently; his eyes were dark and smoldering, burning into Yohji with a demand that he recognized instantly. / Fuck me already, dammit! /
/ With pleasure. / He grinned wolfishly and lunged forward, grinding his hips against his tall partner and pinning him to the bed. Normally at this point he would be talking, a bantering stream of dirty threats and enticing words, but tonight he simply smirked, letting his eyes speak for him. It appeared to be quite as effective; Ran's eyes were half-closed and shining with lust and annoyance, and he thrust his hips up against Yohji's in wordless frustration. / Hurry up, you teasing bastard. /
Funny how easy it was to communicate with Ran, even in silence. Yohji wondered if this strange connection worked as well in everyday life, if he would be able to look at Ran and see in his eyes what he was thinking, as clearly as if he had spoken aloud. Thinking back to the way they worked together on missions, he had to admit that they had done this type of thing already, many times before. Never this clearly or intensely, but it was that same feeling of knowing, that sense of certainty about the other man's thoughts and intentions. Strange that he had never noticed it before.
Ran growled deep in his throat, the barely audible sound interrupting his thoughts. It rumbled in his chest, making the air between them seem to vibrate and Yohji imagined he could feel it brushing his fevered skin. / Impatient, are we? / He paused, savoring for a moment the feeling of power it gave him to have such a proud, strong man utterly at his mercy and begging for his touch. He shook his head once, briefly, knowing Ran would get the message. / My way. We do this my way tonight. / Ran's eyes glittered up at him in wary annoyance, but he did not protest. / Fine, just get on with it then! /
~*~
-tbc-
Heh...again, a fairly evil stopping place....gomen nasai! *smirk* (Yeah, actually I just enjoy making y'all suffer. ^_~) More to come soon...