Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stille Nacht ❯ Silent Night - Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kagemihari 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 824 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 824 | 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. Other notes and warnings, see first chapter. Responses to reviews are at the end, as before.
Kagi's notes: About Ran's name....in Yohji's POV in this chapter, and throughout the rest of the fic, I switch back and forth between Aya and Ran when I refer to him. There is a pattern, but it's complicated. Briefly, if whatever Yohji is thinking about is influenced or has mainly to do with their past history, he calls him Aya, otherwise it's Ran. It's not quite that simple, but just so you know it's not completely random. My apologies if it's confusing...it just came out that way in my head. ^^;
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 3
Ran held back a frustrated sigh as Yohji rolled off him and sat up lazily, raising an eyebrow in polite disbelief. / You want me to fuck you dry? /
Not particularly, but Ran didn't know that he cared at this point...taking a minute to search for something to use for lube was a minute too long as far as he was concerned. There was a part of him that felt too, that the pain would somehow be penance for allowing himself this pleasure in the first place. He shook his head sharply. / Just do it! /
Yohji narrowed his eyes, irritated with this evidence of Ran's masochistic tendencies. Well, he was not going to be a part of that, no way. He threw a quick glance around as if hoping to be struck by inspiration. Finding nothing, he turned back and studied Ran briefly. A tiny wicked grin sparked on his face then, and Ran leaned on his elbows and eyed him warily. / What? /
Yohji reached out, still grinning devilishly, and took Ran's cock in his hand. He tilted his head, questioning. Ran snorted to himself, and shook his head in resignation. / Fine, whatever./ His skin was prickling all over with heat and anticipation, but he shot a glare at the blonde man, just for the sake of principle. / Hurry up then, idiot. /
The green eyes flashed with glee, and Yohji shifted himself to lie in front of Ran, lowering his head with a last gleam of triumph and licking teasingly at the head of his cock. Ran hissed sharply, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheet as he remembered to stay silent. / Damn you, Kudou... / And Yohji proceeded to give him a very talented blowjob, his mouth hot and wet, and god, so right. /Oh god, oh * shit*! /
If he had still been able to think, he might have found it odd that a supposedly straight man was not only comfortable doing this, but apparently quite experienced as well. As it was, he was far past the point of any coherent thought.
His jaw clamped shut and his body shook with the effort of keeping quiet, and he could not refrain from thrusting helplessly, rising off the bed as he fucked that lovely mouth. Oh god, what a lovely mouth. / Oh shit, oh shit....god...fuck!...oh, holy shit! Where did he learn how to do this?/ He breathed harshly through his nose, gritting his teeth and praying that he would be able to keep from screaming when he came.
He sensed his release building, and he knew he was going to come any minute. Before he could do anything to warn Yohji, the man raised his head, a feral grin on his face, and with a couple of quick, rough strokes with his hand, finished him off. Ran threw his head back, biting his lip savagely and his whole body tightened as the thick white cream shot out all over Yohji's hand and his own stomach. Unable to hold it in, Ran let out a long shuddering sigh that might have been a shout, but for the pressure of the silence; instead it was a ragged, staccato breath expelled harshly from his tense strung body.
He went limp finally and rested his head back on the pillow. / Holy *shit*. / And he still needed to be fucked. Needed to be filled and penetrated, needed to feel Yohji driving into him over and over. Damn bastard. He opened his eyes, and saw Yohji watching him thoughtfully. What was he waiting for? / Well? /
Yohji ignored him, raising his hand and calmly sticking out his tongue to taste the creamy whiteness. Ran's eyes widened in disbelief even as heat washed through his groin, the spent muscles tightening again. Yohji licked his hand briefly, like a cat, and swallowed consideringly. Then he licked his lips, green mischief dancing in his eyes as he looked at Ran. / You taste good ./
It was wicked and teasing and hot as all hell. Ran felt his groin tighten and he knew Yohji could see his desire written all over his face. He needed him, wanted him, wanted him inside him now. Hell, five minutes ago. / Need you, need you, please, now...right now--shit .../ God, the man was annoying.
/ Enough! / Ran glared at him, the ' shine!' death glare that he had perfected since he became an assassin. / Fuck me *now*, you bastard, or I am going to kill you! /
The green eyes glittered with amusement, and Yohji reached out deliberately to smear some of Ran's cum on his hand. He pushed two fingers into Ran's tight entrance, stretching him briefly. Frowning, he tilted his head. / Relax, / the green eyes said.
Ran sighed, leaned his head back again, and focused on relaxing the tension in his muscles. He took a deep breath, let it out, and was nearly ready for it when Yohji added a third slick finger. He was not ready for it when said three fingers wiggled and twisted, searching, then hit a spot that made him see stars. He went rigid, his back arching, writhing with ecstasy and the agony of silence. His already bloody lip stung as he bit down on it...damn Kudou! Oh god, he wished he had his katana handy. When he could breathe again he opened his eyes far enough to shoot a glare of pure hatred at the other man. / You are going to pay for this, Kudou! /
/ I know. / Yohji smirked and withdrew his fingers, reaching up to clean the remaining seed off of Ran's stomach, gathering it up in his hand with meticulous care. His eyes, still fixed on Ran's, held a glint of affectionate amusement, and he reached down and slathered the creamy whiteness on his cock. There was brief heartbeat of motionless silence where Ran couldn't breathe; then in one smooth motion Yohji hooked his knee over his shoulder and thrust into him. Ran bit down on his bloody lip again until he could taste it, knew that it was trickling down his chin, and his fists tightened in the sheets as he arched his body up. / Oh fuck, yeah! Finally.... /
~*~
Yohji held still for a moment, fully inside him, letting him adjust, but he could tell Ran was way past caring. The redhead wriggled in annoyance. / Move, goddamn it! / He raised his hips, trying to achieve more of that glorious friction. With a low sexy chuckle, Yohji gave in finally and began to move, pulling out nearly all the way before driving back in. Ran's body shuddered, and he tossed his head back and forth in silent ecstasy as Yohji set up a slow, smooth rhythm. His strokes were long and deep, steady but unhurried, prolonging this moment of joining as long as possible. Now that he had the redhead at his mercy, so to speak, he wasn't about to loose him quickly.
His own breath hissed softly as he moved, unable to keep from making a sound. He was usually loud during sex, liked to show his pleasure with loud groans and cries and constant words of passion and appreciation. But this night, he did his level best to remain as noiseless as possible, following Ran's example. This was a night made for silence, made for pure feeling of sensation without the distraction of any other senses. Indeed, Ran's heart-stopping eyes were tightly closed, and had been since Yohji had entered him.
Yohji himself would have done the same, pulled under by the onslaught of wave after wave of incredible heat and friction, and sheer bliss not just of what he was doing, but who he was doing it with. God, he was fucking Aya, and sweet Jesus but it felt good....oh shit he was so tight, and it was so hot ! But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the unbelievable sight of Aya, the cold and heartless ice man, flushed and writhing beneath him.
The thin, bright red trickle of blood from the cut on Ran's lip ran down his chin, tiny droplets landing on his chest, smearing with his movements into criss-crossing red streaks, that might or might not convey a message in some forgotten, alien tongue. His back arched high, drawn tight by the silent tidal wave of pleasure. His head went back, mouth open in a noiseless gasp, his chin rising in the air to match the arc of his body. Yohji found himself fascinated by a single drop of crimson that hung, quivering, on the point of his jaw.
Like a drop of emotion wrung from a stone-clad heart, outward proof of the heat and fire that lurked, ever hidden, below the cold and frozen surface.
/ He does have red blood in his veins after all ,/ was all Yohji could think. And even as he smacked himself mentally for the uncharitable uselessness of the thought, he was leaning down, drawn as if hypnotized by the sight of the droplet hanging, suspended, about to fall. Surging forward as he thrust again, he leant to meet the bright red drop as it fell, the silvery metallic taste of it bursting onto his tongue. / Christ... / He suppressed a groan as he licked his lips, still tasting red and silver. God, it was addicting. What the hell was wrong with him, to be so turned on by this, when more often than not, spilling blood was his job? He saw it on almost every mission, in a far from erotic light, so why did it affect him this way now?
He decided that he didn't care, and Ran's eyes flew open suddenly as he traced the path of crimson with his tongue, laving up the evidence of Ran's loss of control. A loss of control which was entirely due to him--he, Kudou Yohji, had made Aya lose control to the point where he drew blood to keep from screaming. Yohji shuddered, a thrill of pure and total victory sweeping through him as he met the wide-eyed gaze of his silent lover. Aya had responded to him. Aya wanted him. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and it felt fucking good!
He increased his pace now, thrusting harder, riding the crest of emotion as the reality of it swept through him. Ran's eyes narrowed, understanding and not really liking the implications of that little interchange, but he, too, was getting dangerously close to climax. He braced himself, meeting Yohji's thrusts in a matching rhythm, the nearness of completion now impossible to ignore. Yohji smiled grimly to himself, careful not to let it show on his face.
He was never letting Ran forget this. This was going to happen again, he would make sure of it. Oh, he knew Ran well enough to know that Ran might regret it in the morning, regret allowing this intimacy, this release. Yohji was quite prepared to be ignored, snubbed, and generally frozen out. But he knew, now, exactly where he stood. Well, not exactly; but close enough. He knew that he had the ability to get to Ran, to make him react, to break through the ice he surrounded himself with, and he was damn well going to use it. The prickly swordsman could resist all he liked--he could even pretend he didn't want it. Yohji knew better, now. He knew Ran wanted him; well, he wanted him too, and he was going to have him. No ifs, ands or buts. No question.
He smiled to himself, thoroughly pleased with that idea. Ran was his. And with that thought, he was slightly startled when a strong hand curled around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a thorough kiss. A fierce, possessive kiss, with no small amount of force behind it. / You belong to me ./ Payback time.
Yohji's rhythm slowed as Ran kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue in to taste smoke and cinnamon, and the lingering tang of the blowjob Yohji had given him. It was an aggressive, dominating kiss, not just possessing but owning , reminding Yohji just why this man was the leader of Weiss...it sure wasn't for his people skills. No, it was that natural assurance, confidence, the simple quiet power of his intense nature that made them follow his orders.
And that very surety, that focused certainty backed by an inner fire, was not threatening, but comforting and heartening. It was, in fact, almost exhilarating, a feeling of being overwhelmed by roaring flame--wrapped in heat that could kill you, but it was somehow...safe. He decided he rather liked being owned by Ran. As if to emphasize this, Ran bit down on the lip he'd been sucking on, just hard enough to draw blood, giving Yohji a matching brand of passion and release. The spike of pain mingled with pleasure in a shocking wave of ecstasy...his last not-entirely-coherent thought was that he definitely must have something wrong with him for that to feel sooo fucking good. Whatever it was, he loved it. Then he stopped thinking altogether, all he could do was feel as everything faded out into white fire.
~*~
-tbc-
Now, that's a good--well, somewhat less evil--place to stop. Ne, ne? ^^
Responses to reviews--
SomaliChan: Mmhm, eeevil! ^^ But you can tell me again anyway. As for what's going to happen after one night...well, you'll have to wait and see, na no da! That's what chapter 5 is for. ^_^ Okay, so you're right--what do you know, it does have a bit of a plot. o.O
izumi: Aww! Hehe...don't cry, love, here's your continue. ^^ *bows*
ryushin : what do you mean? I thought it was a great place to stop. ^_^ *devil* (ooh, I like that....) haha! yes, I tortured you! XD But don't worry, I won't leave everyone hanging for TOO long....^_~
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness. Other notes and warnings, see first chapter. Responses to reviews are at the end, as before.
Kagi's notes: About Ran's name....in Yohji's POV in this chapter, and throughout the rest of the fic, I switch back and forth between Aya and Ran when I refer to him. There is a pattern, but it's complicated. Briefly, if whatever Yohji is thinking about is influenced or has mainly to do with their past history, he calls him Aya, otherwise it's Ran. It's not quite that simple, but just so you know it's not completely random. My apologies if it's confusing...it just came out that way in my head. ^^;
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 3
Ran held back a frustrated sigh as Yohji rolled off him and sat up lazily, raising an eyebrow in polite disbelief. / You want me to fuck you dry? /
Not particularly, but Ran didn't know that he cared at this point...taking a minute to search for something to use for lube was a minute too long as far as he was concerned. There was a part of him that felt too, that the pain would somehow be penance for allowing himself this pleasure in the first place. He shook his head sharply. / Just do it! /
Yohji narrowed his eyes, irritated with this evidence of Ran's masochistic tendencies. Well, he was not going to be a part of that, no way. He threw a quick glance around as if hoping to be struck by inspiration. Finding nothing, he turned back and studied Ran briefly. A tiny wicked grin sparked on his face then, and Ran leaned on his elbows and eyed him warily. / What? /
Yohji reached out, still grinning devilishly, and took Ran's cock in his hand. He tilted his head, questioning. Ran snorted to himself, and shook his head in resignation. / Fine, whatever./ His skin was prickling all over with heat and anticipation, but he shot a glare at the blonde man, just for the sake of principle. / Hurry up then, idiot. /
The green eyes flashed with glee, and Yohji shifted himself to lie in front of Ran, lowering his head with a last gleam of triumph and licking teasingly at the head of his cock. Ran hissed sharply, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheet as he remembered to stay silent. / Damn you, Kudou... / And Yohji proceeded to give him a very talented blowjob, his mouth hot and wet, and god, so right. /Oh god, oh * shit*! /
If he had still been able to think, he might have found it odd that a supposedly straight man was not only comfortable doing this, but apparently quite experienced as well. As it was, he was far past the point of any coherent thought.
His jaw clamped shut and his body shook with the effort of keeping quiet, and he could not refrain from thrusting helplessly, rising off the bed as he fucked that lovely mouth. Oh god, what a lovely mouth. / Oh shit, oh shit....god...fuck!...oh, holy shit! Where did he learn how to do this?/ He breathed harshly through his nose, gritting his teeth and praying that he would be able to keep from screaming when he came.
He sensed his release building, and he knew he was going to come any minute. Before he could do anything to warn Yohji, the man raised his head, a feral grin on his face, and with a couple of quick, rough strokes with his hand, finished him off. Ran threw his head back, biting his lip savagely and his whole body tightened as the thick white cream shot out all over Yohji's hand and his own stomach. Unable to hold it in, Ran let out a long shuddering sigh that might have been a shout, but for the pressure of the silence; instead it was a ragged, staccato breath expelled harshly from his tense strung body.
He went limp finally and rested his head back on the pillow. / Holy *shit*. / And he still needed to be fucked. Needed to be filled and penetrated, needed to feel Yohji driving into him over and over. Damn bastard. He opened his eyes, and saw Yohji watching him thoughtfully. What was he waiting for? / Well? /
Yohji ignored him, raising his hand and calmly sticking out his tongue to taste the creamy whiteness. Ran's eyes widened in disbelief even as heat washed through his groin, the spent muscles tightening again. Yohji licked his hand briefly, like a cat, and swallowed consideringly. Then he licked his lips, green mischief dancing in his eyes as he looked at Ran. / You taste good ./
It was wicked and teasing and hot as all hell. Ran felt his groin tighten and he knew Yohji could see his desire written all over his face. He needed him, wanted him, wanted him inside him now. Hell, five minutes ago. / Need you, need you, please, now...right now--shit .../ God, the man was annoying.
/ Enough! / Ran glared at him, the ' shine!' death glare that he had perfected since he became an assassin. / Fuck me *now*, you bastard, or I am going to kill you! /
The green eyes glittered with amusement, and Yohji reached out deliberately to smear some of Ran's cum on his hand. He pushed two fingers into Ran's tight entrance, stretching him briefly. Frowning, he tilted his head. / Relax, / the green eyes said.
Ran sighed, leaned his head back again, and focused on relaxing the tension in his muscles. He took a deep breath, let it out, and was nearly ready for it when Yohji added a third slick finger. He was not ready for it when said three fingers wiggled and twisted, searching, then hit a spot that made him see stars. He went rigid, his back arching, writhing with ecstasy and the agony of silence. His already bloody lip stung as he bit down on it...damn Kudou! Oh god, he wished he had his katana handy. When he could breathe again he opened his eyes far enough to shoot a glare of pure hatred at the other man. / You are going to pay for this, Kudou! /
/ I know. / Yohji smirked and withdrew his fingers, reaching up to clean the remaining seed off of Ran's stomach, gathering it up in his hand with meticulous care. His eyes, still fixed on Ran's, held a glint of affectionate amusement, and he reached down and slathered the creamy whiteness on his cock. There was brief heartbeat of motionless silence where Ran couldn't breathe; then in one smooth motion Yohji hooked his knee over his shoulder and thrust into him. Ran bit down on his bloody lip again until he could taste it, knew that it was trickling down his chin, and his fists tightened in the sheets as he arched his body up. / Oh fuck, yeah! Finally.... /
~*~
Yohji held still for a moment, fully inside him, letting him adjust, but he could tell Ran was way past caring. The redhead wriggled in annoyance. / Move, goddamn it! / He raised his hips, trying to achieve more of that glorious friction. With a low sexy chuckle, Yohji gave in finally and began to move, pulling out nearly all the way before driving back in. Ran's body shuddered, and he tossed his head back and forth in silent ecstasy as Yohji set up a slow, smooth rhythm. His strokes were long and deep, steady but unhurried, prolonging this moment of joining as long as possible. Now that he had the redhead at his mercy, so to speak, he wasn't about to loose him quickly.
His own breath hissed softly as he moved, unable to keep from making a sound. He was usually loud during sex, liked to show his pleasure with loud groans and cries and constant words of passion and appreciation. But this night, he did his level best to remain as noiseless as possible, following Ran's example. This was a night made for silence, made for pure feeling of sensation without the distraction of any other senses. Indeed, Ran's heart-stopping eyes were tightly closed, and had been since Yohji had entered him.
Yohji himself would have done the same, pulled under by the onslaught of wave after wave of incredible heat and friction, and sheer bliss not just of what he was doing, but who he was doing it with. God, he was fucking Aya, and sweet Jesus but it felt good....oh shit he was so tight, and it was so hot ! But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the unbelievable sight of Aya, the cold and heartless ice man, flushed and writhing beneath him.
The thin, bright red trickle of blood from the cut on Ran's lip ran down his chin, tiny droplets landing on his chest, smearing with his movements into criss-crossing red streaks, that might or might not convey a message in some forgotten, alien tongue. His back arched high, drawn tight by the silent tidal wave of pleasure. His head went back, mouth open in a noiseless gasp, his chin rising in the air to match the arc of his body. Yohji found himself fascinated by a single drop of crimson that hung, quivering, on the point of his jaw.
Like a drop of emotion wrung from a stone-clad heart, outward proof of the heat and fire that lurked, ever hidden, below the cold and frozen surface.
/ He does have red blood in his veins after all ,/ was all Yohji could think. And even as he smacked himself mentally for the uncharitable uselessness of the thought, he was leaning down, drawn as if hypnotized by the sight of the droplet hanging, suspended, about to fall. Surging forward as he thrust again, he leant to meet the bright red drop as it fell, the silvery metallic taste of it bursting onto his tongue. / Christ... / He suppressed a groan as he licked his lips, still tasting red and silver. God, it was addicting. What the hell was wrong with him, to be so turned on by this, when more often than not, spilling blood was his job? He saw it on almost every mission, in a far from erotic light, so why did it affect him this way now?
He decided that he didn't care, and Ran's eyes flew open suddenly as he traced the path of crimson with his tongue, laving up the evidence of Ran's loss of control. A loss of control which was entirely due to him--he, Kudou Yohji, had made Aya lose control to the point where he drew blood to keep from screaming. Yohji shuddered, a thrill of pure and total victory sweeping through him as he met the wide-eyed gaze of his silent lover. Aya had responded to him. Aya wanted him. It was intoxicating, exhilarating, and it felt fucking good!
He increased his pace now, thrusting harder, riding the crest of emotion as the reality of it swept through him. Ran's eyes narrowed, understanding and not really liking the implications of that little interchange, but he, too, was getting dangerously close to climax. He braced himself, meeting Yohji's thrusts in a matching rhythm, the nearness of completion now impossible to ignore. Yohji smiled grimly to himself, careful not to let it show on his face.
He was never letting Ran forget this. This was going to happen again, he would make sure of it. Oh, he knew Ran well enough to know that Ran might regret it in the morning, regret allowing this intimacy, this release. Yohji was quite prepared to be ignored, snubbed, and generally frozen out. But he knew, now, exactly where he stood. Well, not exactly; but close enough. He knew that he had the ability to get to Ran, to make him react, to break through the ice he surrounded himself with, and he was damn well going to use it. The prickly swordsman could resist all he liked--he could even pretend he didn't want it. Yohji knew better, now. He knew Ran wanted him; well, he wanted him too, and he was going to have him. No ifs, ands or buts. No question.
He smiled to himself, thoroughly pleased with that idea. Ran was his. And with that thought, he was slightly startled when a strong hand curled around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a thorough kiss. A fierce, possessive kiss, with no small amount of force behind it. / You belong to me ./ Payback time.
Yohji's rhythm slowed as Ran kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue in to taste smoke and cinnamon, and the lingering tang of the blowjob Yohji had given him. It was an aggressive, dominating kiss, not just possessing but owning , reminding Yohji just why this man was the leader of Weiss...it sure wasn't for his people skills. No, it was that natural assurance, confidence, the simple quiet power of his intense nature that made them follow his orders.
And that very surety, that focused certainty backed by an inner fire, was not threatening, but comforting and heartening. It was, in fact, almost exhilarating, a feeling of being overwhelmed by roaring flame--wrapped in heat that could kill you, but it was somehow...safe. He decided he rather liked being owned by Ran. As if to emphasize this, Ran bit down on the lip he'd been sucking on, just hard enough to draw blood, giving Yohji a matching brand of passion and release. The spike of pain mingled with pleasure in a shocking wave of ecstasy...his last not-entirely-coherent thought was that he definitely must have something wrong with him for that to feel sooo fucking good. Whatever it was, he loved it. Then he stopped thinking altogether, all he could do was feel as everything faded out into white fire.
~*~
-tbc-
Now, that's a good--well, somewhat less evil--place to stop. Ne, ne? ^^
Responses to reviews--
SomaliChan: Mmhm, eeevil! ^^ But you can tell me again anyway. As for what's going to happen after one night...well, you'll have to wait and see, na no da! That's what chapter 5 is for. ^_^ Okay, so you're right--what do you know, it does have a bit of a plot. o.O
izumi: Aww! Hehe...don't cry, love, here's your continue. ^^ *bows*
ryushin : what do you mean? I thought it was a great place to stop. ^_^ *devil* (ooh, I like that....) haha! yes, I tortured you! XD But don't worry, I won't leave everyone hanging for TOO long....^_~