Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tease Me ❯ Caged ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss, but I do have a totally sick pair of bitch boots so : p

Sorry it took me so long to post this mm-chan…but the tormenting wasn't long!

To everyone at the Yahoo group: Howdy! Yes, yahoo still hates me (WHY!!!) but thanks for the `Happy Birthday's'. Miss you guys, luv ya and enjoy part one!

 

Tease me Part one

 

Yohji looked in the mirror, smirking at his provocative outfit.

 

His latex pants were so tight they left nothing to the imagination, crisscrossed with clawed lacerations to show his skin beneath, running straight down into black buckled boots.

His shirt, or more appropriately, the piece of sheer pale powder blue material hanging limply off his torso, was held together by several criss-crosses of thin black leather strips, deliberately left untied.

When he moved the gauzy material slid off one shoulder, showing teasing glances of golden tanned skin shimmering with ultra fine pale green and gold body glitter.

His hair had been left down to frame his face in soft waves, a honey brown colour that accentuated his forest green eyes outlined in black kohl, giving him a kitty-kat look.

 

Yohji moved to stand beside him bed, surveying his choice of accessories before lifting the first to put it on.

 

Black fuck-me-I've-been-naughty gloves for each arm, ending just below his elbow and secure with a thin band hooked over each middle finger.

A black studded collar, contrasting on the smooth skin of his neck.

A thick leather belt studded again, with a multitude of chains dangling from strategically placed hoops set into the belt.

Finally, a pair of black leather kitten ears sitting atop his golden hair secured onto a thin black headband.

 

He stood up straight, feeling the different sized chains slide over his latex clad backside, coming to rest just above the curve of his ass, and creeping up the side of his hip.

 

He grabbed the last two items on the bed, gave himself one last critical look in the mirror, and the headed out.

 

One last pit stop, he thought as he halted at the den.

 

His arrival had been heralded by the sound of his deliberately heavy steps, and when had stopped in the corner of the room, he knew that he was the centre of attention.

 

“How do I look?” He queried, even though he was well aware of just how he looked.

 

Two open mouths, forgotten game controllers, and one hungry gaze answered his question.

 

Omi re-attached his jaw, and spoke, “You look like your lower half was dipped into a vat of liquid latex” His voice seemed higher than normal.

 

Yohji decided to take it as a compliment.

“Thanks `mittchi!” He called before sauntering past the redhead whose eyes seemed to have tunnel visioned to his ass.

 

He stood at the door facing the back of the redhead's reading chair, opened the door - then tossed item number 1 onto the swordsman's lap before swiftly exiting.

 

****

 

Sitting in the driver's seat of his purring car, Yohji chuckled evilly as he neared his destination - a special kinda club recommended to him by a friend, and the perfect place to get his revenge.

 

His car wouldn't be the only thing purring by the end of the night.

 

That damn redhead had been teasing him all week.

From groping him subtly when they were in the shop and Yohji couldn't react, to licking a warm wet trail on the back of his neck just yesterday a mere second before Omi strode into the kitchen.

 

Man, if he had known that Aya's sister coming out of her coma would have unearthed that hidden little hentai, then Yohji would have sat at her bedside and diligently prayed and hour a day.

Hell, he would've made a shrine!

 

All he knew was that he wanted the redhead - for a more permanent relationship also - but the damn tease wanted to play…it's time to tease back.

 

This was a game that Yohji knew all too well, though it's been said that redheads are feisty and unpredictable…well Aya had certainly surprised him more in the past week that he had in a year!

 

Arriving in the parking lot (aka any empty spot within walking distance) Yohji slid smoothly out of his beloved car, self confident from the looks he was already receiving as he strutted with more of a sway than necessary to the door.

He nodded to the bouncer as he was allowed ahead of the waiting patrons and let straight into the club.

 

He knew that the redhead would come - but then again he had surprised him more often than not recently huh?

 

Having called beforehand to set a time for the use of the club's…facilities…he needed no permission as he sauntered to the raised dais on the centre of the dancefloor.

 

It took a little bit of negotiating as he moved through the thick mass of writhing leather clad bodies, frequently turning down silent invitations and deterring questing hands and hips.

 

Once, having finally made it to the platform, he stepped up and cheers and catcalls erupted all around the room, as his intentions were made clear.

 

He slid back the heavy bolt on the door, and threw a cheeky wink at his audience before walking into the cage.

 

 

 

So has the kitten finally stopped being coy?

Aya had taken one look at the object thrown into his lap, before swiftly preparing himself for the night ahead and following the tempting Eurasian…

No more holding back Yohji - you're mine.

 

 

Yohji was just warming up a bit inside the cage, when he caught a flash of crimson at the door.

 

Smirking triumphantly, he signalled for the DJ to play the song he had requested.

 

// I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too

and I need to do what I feel like doing

so let me go…

and just listen//

 

The music had started up, but his ears were deaf to the first few lines as he watched the redhead's pale torso weaving in and out of the crowd, ever-intense eyes locked on his.

 

`Time to play', he thought as he began to immerse himself in the song's teasing beat, already so close to the chorus…

 

// Get it get it, get it get it

Whoooa

Get it get it, get it get it

Whoooooa

(Do you like it?)

Get it get it, get it get it

Ooooohh

(This feels good)//

 

Yohji walked slowly and seductively around the perimeter of the large cage, swaying so that his shirt moved, making the fine fabric tease his nipples, hardening them as he trailed a casual hand along the bars watching while Aya got closer and closer to his steel enclosure.

His green eyes widened as he watched his teammate's hips start to sway slowly to the beat, his pretty mouth miming the words to the next verse,

 

//I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there//

 

Aya knew he had shocked Yohji, by that smug little smirk curving those full lips.

How Aya new the words to this song was beyond Yohji, so he simply filed the information away for later perusal as he walked to the center of the cage, hooking item number two onto his belt, ready to volley the lyrical assault with the next verse.

 

//I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it//

 

He wrapped his hand around the pole erected in the middle of the cage, and pulled himself in a lazy half circle, bringing his arm closer to his body, standing him flush against the metal pole.

He slid down fast; legs spread on either side of the pole, and then came back up slowly, teasingly.

Yohji watched Aya come nearer to the cage, only a couple of feet away, but close enough for Yohji to see the normally lavender eyes turn deep violet with barely reigned in lust and desire. His brain was sending frantic messages throughout his body, ordering blood cells to move to a more southerly location.

K'so! It made him hard just to look at him!

 

//Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.//

Possibilities flashed through his mind like a high speed slideshow, and he groaned, eyes closing briefly as his heavy eyelids provided temporary respite from the need swirling in the depths of those once-cold eyes of his team leader, all the while thrusting his hips in perfect synchrony with the beat.

 

He threw his head back, his hands moving up the pole to rest high above his head in preparation for his next move.

 

//Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
(Lets go)//

 

He slid his left leg up the steel post in a seductive slow drag, his muscles tensing as he used his upper body strength to easily bring his entire body off the floor, his head now a good fifteen centimetres above where his hands clutched the steel.

He smile again at the crowd, glad that the music could still be heard over the blazing sounds of encouragement the dancefloor seemed to produce - whistles, catcalls, screams of delight, other types of screams `Take it off!'

 

But Yohji only wanted the silent redhead now stalking the outskirts of his enclosure, object in hand.

 

Yohji gripped the vertical bar harder for support, as he extended his arms, swinging his body out and away from his hands, arching his back.

Hair falling over his face, he kept his forest green eyes connected with violet, the heat of promise in each gaze intense.

 

//(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)//

 

Using his own body's momentum, Yohji leaned back further, his weight aiding his cause as his legs and hips slid upwards, forcing them in symmetry with the pole.

He was almost upside down now, eyes still connected with his target, watching an elegant crimson brow lift in surprise and appreciation at Yohji's little display of flexibility.

 

He hooked his ankles around the pole, and let his hands drift slowly from the steel, down across his torso, up the curve of his neck, to slide two of his fingers seductively into his mouth.

 

He watched in satisfaction as Aya finally moved to the cage, running his object along the bars, still not breaking their shared gaze.

 

Bit by bit, Yohji loosened his ankle's hold on the steel as he slipped slowly down the smooth pole, putting his hands down on the ground to steady him.

He flipped his legs over his head curving his spine as he turned to crawl on his hands and knees around the cage.

 

There were hands grabbing for him, more random squeals and screams, but he stayed just out of reach, pursing his lips and blowing kisses and random patrons, quite surprised when one promptly keeled over, a happy - if a little dazed - smile on her face.

 

//Get it get it, get it get it

(WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it

(WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it

(OOOHHHH)
[Panting]//

 

He heaved his chest as he got closer to the redhead, giving him the appearance of panting along with the song, but truth be told, he didn't need to fake it that much - the look on Aya's face combined with the slow gyrating of the redhead's hips to the beat was making his already skin tight pants impossibly tighter.

 

//I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(I just can't help myself)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(I just feel I let myself go)//

 

Yohji kept crawling until he was right in front of Aya, separated only by a few bars and barely intact shreds of dignity and pride.

He raised himself onto his knees, now almost eye level with the redhead, and writhed against the bars, thrusting his hips to the pounding bass, shaking his head in abandon making his hair fly about his flushed face - kitten ears still in place though.

//I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(Wanna see you move)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(Uh Uh Uh)//

 

Curving his spine, he pushed his hips forward, his loose shirt riding up over his skin to reveal his taut abdominal muscles and smooth skin.

Abruptly, he snapped back upright, locking eyes once again with Aya, whose usually scowling lips were now parted as he struggled to control himself it seemed.

He rolled his head in a lazy circle, exposing his neck practically begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.

As sudden as his upright move had been - more so was his next as he swivelled on his knees, knowing that the swordsman had yet to see the view from behind, and bent forward, hands still grasping the poles either side of his body.

He barely heard the sharp intake of breath as the latex strained against the movement to let Aya see the twin slashes in the pants; one under each butt cheek, cut right where the skin met his thighs.

 

//Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.//

 

The crowd screamed louder - a feat that Yohji had deemed impossible, as more hands grappled for his form.

He let go of the bars and crawled his way back to the pole, using his arms to pull himself slowly onto his feet, only to leap lightly on the pole again and swing 360 all the way to the bottom.

 

The downward spiral had provided him with much needed friction to his encased erection, and he moaned as he slipped down the last few inches to the floor again.

 

He sat back on his heels and moved his hips up and down against the pole, giving him a brief respite from the hell of his hardened cock being confined for so long, but he couldn't just sit and hump the stripper pole the whole song through could he!?

He almost reluctantly moved away, his bodily wants being put on hold yet again.

 

//I'm a slave for you. (Take that) I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave (It just feels right) for you. (It just feels good)
I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it. (Baby)//

 

He danced with a steady rhythm, running his hands all over his body, alternating from different sides of the cage - dancing closer to the steel walls, then taunting moving out of reach just when someone thought that had caught the elusive kitten.

Aya was back to prowling around the cage, not having to struggle through the crowd as it parted naturally for him when people saw the possessive look he had trained on Yohji.

His item grasped firmly in hand.

 

//Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
[Panting]//

 

`Almost done' Yohji thought, as the song's end neared.

He had hope that the redhead would've lost all control by now - but he was barely holding on.

All he needed was a little slap in the right direction.

Speaking of slap…

Yohji was back at the pole now - moving against it as though it were a person, grinding back, up, down, up, down.

His hands moved in the same directions on the pole with a certain sexual innuendo all too apparent in the gesture.

 

//Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)
[Panting]//

 

`C'mon red! You want me come and claim me!' He was keeping an eyes out for an appropriate scapegoat, when he spotted her - a woman of about twenty looking absolutely shitfaced, her pupils dilated and a pink tinge over her face.

She looked as likely to pass out as that earlier girl had - excellent.

He moved his way over to her, still dancing, and turned.

 

//I'm a slave for you. (Here we go now)
I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. (Here we go) I won't deny it, (Yeah)
I'm not trying to hide it.//

 

He wiggled his ass a bit - that was all the invitation she needed.

He pretended to close his eyes, but only slitted them - observing Aya for his reaction.

There was a girlish squeal behind him then…

Whack!

An eager slap was delivered to his backside before the overwhelmed female fell back into the arms of another anonymous patron.

He watched Aya's beautiful eyes widen - then narrow as he stalked to the cage door.

Exactly the direction Yohji was headed - what a coincidence!

The bouncer didn't even attempt to stop Aya as he threw open the steel door with complete disregard for the crowd, making several people leap out of the way of the flying door.

He moved smoothly to where Yohji stood waiting, pulling out his object - a leather leash - and hooked it onto Yohji's collar as soon as he was within range.

Yohji smirked, then leaned forward, hungrily pressing his lips against Aya's already advancing ones.

He moaned as sheer electricity surged from their point of contact, raising goosebumps on his bare arms, and opened his mouth compliantly as he felt Aya's tongue swiping over his lips - not asking for entrance, no, Yohji was the slave here and he knew as much, the redhead was telling him to open up.

And he did, even as Aya began moving them out of the cage and to the door, the last line of the song amidst the cheers accompanying their exit of the club.

 

//(Like that)//

 

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What did you think? This is part one - there is a part 2 and that's it, I had planned to make this a one-shot, but I liked it better as two chapters.

Review and I shall love you for ever! : )

WARNING FLAMERS: Any flames will be use to light my arrows - the arrow that will hit the flamer square in the butt! I am a very good shot! Bwahahaha…

 

P.S There is a pic I did for this - but my scanner (recently christened `Bob') is not liking me at the moment, but hopefully it will be up soon.