Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tease Me ❯ Caught ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I saw Koyasu just a walkin' down the street, singing ooh a diddy diddy dum diddy doo,

What's a hyped up Fangirl to do?

I ran after him screaming, “Share the Weiss boys - We want a piece of that ass too!”

AN: In honour of Bob, who is fully functional once again.

Tease me Part 2 - Caught

The wall protested against the strain - said strain was myself having just slammed Yohji against the poor wall upon entering the house.

We weren't trying to be quiet; Lord knows there was no way we could have been at that stage, but the sound of the wall's weak protestations almost made me want to punch it with pent up frustration - irrational I know, but I was far past any type of rational thoughts by now.

It seemed to be the same for Yohji, who was currently writhing under my hands ministrations as he lay upon the table where I had just placed him.

He moaned and the sound was fuel to the flames that were already happily burning away, and I needed more as I drank it in like a man dying from thirst.

His tongue was tangled with mine, slick and smooth as his hands traversed my back, pulling at my black T-shirt insistently, his ankles locked around my knees.

I pushed my hips forward and he tore his mouth away as a long groan was ripped from his throat, his eyes frantic and unfocused, lips kiss swollen.

I loved that image of him - it would most definitely be carved into my memory for as long as I could hold it, and I wanted more of this - to see his face flushed as he panted, breathless from his reactions - the reactions I was making him have.

I growled in my throat, low and possessive - I would be the only one to see him like this - I would make him mine.

I was already his wether or not he realised that.

My mind was running on one track - Yohji.

All of my attention was focused on the writhing form beneath me, and my need to possess him.

I grabbed his hips as he rocked them back up to meet mine, obviously wanting to give me the same pleasure that he was experiencing, but I was on that one track again.

My Yohji.

His teasing dancing at the club had made me uncomfortably hard, but more so was the fact that it had all been for me - that fact alone was the only hold on me, otherwise half of that crowd would have been unconscious of worse.

Except for the women who had already fainted.

I remembered her hand reaching out to slap Yohji's tempting backside, and how my jealousy had overridden my protective urges.

Something in me wanted to keep Yohji safe, silly as it sounded - he was completely capable of taking care of himself and had proved so many times, but the almost innocent waiflike quality to him screamed `handle with care'.

I know that it seemed that Yohji could never be innocent, but not all innocence is intended.

He doesn't even know it.

I felt the envy rising in me again at the thought of that random woman being allowed to touch this precious person in my arms, but I quickly reassured myself by grabbing his ass in both hands, feeling the tightness of muscle under the flesh through his latex pant that I had yet to dispose of.

Yes - Mine.

Now, I'm not usually a jealous person but when I had gotten past that Playboy persona of his and saw the person lurking beneath, I knew what I wanted, and I had been prepared to wait until my purpose had been fulfilled to achieve it.

Years of watching faceless women pass through - in one door out the other, trying to keep myself in control - the cord of which had long snapped.

Even as I thought, my body moved against his as I walked us down the hall, trying not to stumble as he rocked his hips again and I almost dropped him from the pleasure.

My mind had gone into overdrive when he had walked down those stairs in that outfit, and I knew he was ready, tired of me stalking my prey only to pull back after a small taste.

He wanted me to devour him.

I could see it in his hazy green eyes as he clung to me while I tried to open the door to my room.

Finally, the lock clicked open and we tumbled in, me grabbing the doorjamb with one hand to steady us, my other eager hand still clutching at his backside.

He laughed breathlessly, seductively as he began to nibble on my neck.

Any semblance of control took a flying leap headfirst out the window and I snapped.

I stumbled towards the bed and dumped him none too gently on the mattress.

Suddenly, as I stared heatedly at his form - still clothed - lounging upon my bed, my eyes narrowed down to the item attached to his belt - a pair of handcuffs.

I smirked as I remembered the lyrics from that song…slave huh?

Amazingly enough, the black kitten ears were still sitting on his head, and the image of him turned almost adorable as he tilted his head in question.

I suddenly broke into movement, reaching out to grasp the leather leash that was still fastened to his neck by his collar, and pulled him forward for a searing kiss.

My other hand reached to his side and unhooked the handcuffs.

He noticed this and moved his body seductively against my own, as if inviting me to lock his hands in the metal cuffs.

I grabbed his hands to do so, and he purred - purred!

The kitten ears seemed too ironic right now and I would have chuckled at the thought - had his teeth not been nibbling on my shoulder through the black cloth of my shirt.

It was my turn to groan now, and I did so without inhibition.

Nothing was secret between us tonight.

His hands were now secured to the bed frame, and as I pulled back to survey the view, my knees slipped on the new black silk sheets, and our hips impacted as our covered erections came into contact.

My hands were in a frenzy now (as was my mind), I reared back to undo his boots and toss them in a random direction behind me.

My hand were shaking slightly as I reached forward to unbutton his tight pants, and I forced myself to stop trembling with anticipation.

I peeled the latex downwards, over slim hips, and struggled to keep eye contact with my prey who stared back with lust riddled eyes.

After I threw the black garment over my shoulder, I stripped off my own clothes, watching as Yohji licked his lips slowly, though his emerald gaze never left my own intense stare.

Now only clad in that pale, loose shirt, I slid my body up against his revelling in the silk-like quality of his skin - it's perfection marred by the various scattered scars - in our profession you couldn't escape every time without a mark - but to me he was perfection personified.

He was perfect for me.

I watched his perfect lips move as he hissed when out erections came into - uncovered - contact.

The feeling of being against him like this was unravelling my restraint.

My need to be inside him, to claim him, was overpowering and I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled.

There was a rip of tearing fabric as I tore the remnants of the shirt off of him, not wanting one inch of his skin to be covered.

Yohji's lust seemed to spark higher at my animalistic behaviour and he groaned again, wrapping his legs up over my bare back, moving his hips up and down.

His eyes were closed and I followed suit, leaning down to capture his mouth once again, losing myself in the taste of him.

Our tongues were moving in synch with out bodies, slippery with saliva as our skin was with sweat.

The need for air tore at my lungs and I reluctantly released his mouth, while my right hand searched under the pillows for the tube of cinnamon scented lube - a tube I had purchased with him in mind, and thoughts of how he smelled like the spice mixed with a pure masculine tinge of musk.

He attacked my throat once again I yelled his name, the first intelligible word either of us had spoken since our departure form the club.

The sensations arched my back and brought his cock harshly against mine, now his turn to cry out.

Only it wasn't in the same language as me.

Random French words spilled from his lips in a steady flow of honey covered liquid sex baritone.

I had known that he was half European, but his accent betrayed nothing - and now, to hear it falling from his mouth so naturally, every word pronounced perfectly, I knew that he had truly lost control to revert back to his native tongue.

I understood the language but the gaps in the panted words were slightly confusing - he seemed to realise this, so he leaned his head up, mouth near my ear and whispered, “faites-moi le vôtre Ayan - me réclamer…” (1)

The flames didn't just get fanned - they turned into an inner bonfire! His voice uttering those words to me, in the most sexual tone - in the most sensual language known, was my undoing. He knew I understood so I answered, “ Hai.”

The meaning in that one simple utterance was undefinable.

Him speaking to me in French - something to my knowledge, he had never done with anyone else - made me even harder, if that was possible, and spurred me on.

With hurried hands I unbuckled his collar, also sending it somewhere over me along with the leash before burying my hands into his hair and ravaging his throat.

I tasted the salty sweat mixed with something undeniably Yohji - I was addicted instantly.

He was moving his head back, offering his throat for me and I gladly took advantage.

His moans sent vibrations through his throat, against my lips and tongue as I nipped, licked and kissed my territory.

Mine.

I unwrapped one hand from where it clutched at his hair and grabbed the lube, almost squeezing half of the tube on my hand in my eagerness.

I reached between us and grabbed both of our erections in hand, and began to stroke.

Firm flesh slicked together, sliding and moving within my hand as Yohji cried out more.

“Ne t-taquinez…mmm… pas! Je… ne peux pas…nnnhh… attendre - ayez… b-besoin de vous dans moi maintenant!” (2) His speech was interrupted by his moans, but I acquiesced and reached that hand lower, towards his ass.

I slid one finger into him after circling the ring of tight muscle, searching, finding, then working it in a rhythm against his prostate, and he cried out again, “Ne tenez pas le back!I le veulent maintenant!” (3)

Gods, he was as eager as me - as much as I wanted this to last as long as it could, right now all we both wanted - all we needed - was to be together in the closest way we could.

We needed each other.

My fingers left him, and he groaned despite his earlier statement, but it changed to a moan as I positioned myself at his entrance.

He hooked his ankles once again around me, and pulled.

I fell into him - literally.

We both made an array of satisfied noises, and a few agreeable words in several languages.

His thighs were tensed around my waist, his ankles now resting somewhere on my lower back, pushing, urging me to move.

I needed no encouragement.

I drew back slowly, my face almost slack with the feelings crashing into me - the feeling of being completely surrounded by Yohji, nothing but him.

It was like ambrosia.

My cock was almost all the way out of him, and I paused.

He was staring at me rapturously, giving me all of his attention and I had found long ago that his attention was something I loved.

I revelled in the fact that he could focus so much energy on me so often - even if it was, previously, just to annoy me.

I think we can find a more…constructive outlet…for said energy.

I realised that I was still staring at him, in our position and I jolted into movement.

I thrust back in hard, almost getting dizzy from the pleasurable assault on my senses.

As much as the image of him cuffed to the bed as he was, me in control - as much as that made me impossibly hard, I wanted his hands on me.

Still buried inside him, barely coherent, I reached up with one pale hand, the other still grasping Yohji's hip with bruising force, I unlocked the cuffs.

His hands fell on me immediately, grabbing at my shoulders for leverage as he pushed his hips up, making us both gasp.

I pulled out again, and slammed home, and his neglected erection slapped against my abdomen.

I grabbed it in my fist, listening to his groans and moans of approval as I worked it in time with my thrusts.

We moved in perfect synchrony - it was as if we had been lovers for centuries, in past lives, and he knew just where to touch me to make me crazy - and it seemed the feeling was mutual.

His nails dug into my skin, scratching them like the Feline symbols that had played parts in his life.

The pain blended with the pleasure and I screamed as I pumped his cock harder, slippery with pre-cum flowing generously from the head, and my hips sped up also.

In return, his mouth latched onto my neck, smothering his cries and adding to the almost excruciating eroticism and pleasure.

I wanted to see him, I didn't want his face hidden where I could not see it - I wanted to know what I made him feel. To watch the emotions unfold on him.

I flipped us, and surprised him in the process, but not unpleasantly surprised it seemed.

He was now straddled on my hips, me still buried inside him, only deeper now, my hands on his hips, his on my shoulders.

I urged him to move, and more French spilled out of him as I thrust up sharply, jabbing his prostate repeatedly, commanding him to move now.

He got the message, and pushed up on his knees, clenching his muscles so that I didn't slip out, before he suddenly dropped back down only to rise up again just as suddenly, again and again.

He was riding me wantonly, unabashedly and I reciprocated as best I could, leaning up to pay homage to his caramel nipples, tauntingly moving up and down as he did.

His hands left my shoulders and dug into my hair, crying out and moving even faster still.

The room was a symphony of sound, moans, groans, abandoned attempts to speak in two different languages, the hammering of wet flesh meeting, slapping against each other.

I was in purgatory - it would be Hell to stop; yet Heaven was a thread of light dancing just out of reach.

And I loved every nanosecond of it.

I turned us yet again, pushing him back against the headboard, still upright as he impaled himself on me time and time again, but I had control again.

I placed my hands under his thighs and lifted his long lean legs over my shoulders, pulling me even deeper into his body.

White spots danced across my vision as the precipice grew nearer, all both of us wanted was to leap off it, knowing we could catch each other.

I screamed, “Omae wa ore no mono!” (4)

He screamed back at me, “Oui!”

Blindly, I seeked out his mouth, pouring as much as I could into the melding of tongue and lips.

His arms tightened around my neck a split second before the waves of ecstasy pulled us both down with the undertow, but it would be a happy death, to start anew with each other.

He screamed my name as I did his, both of us falling off the cliff, grabbing onto the safety of that once unreachable tendril, the blindingly white coil of promise; promise of completion.

We were complete I that instant, we had found what we had unknowingly searched so desperately for…and we weren't planning on letting go.

I fell backwards, still buried inside him as the last of my essence coated him, claimed him as mine, as sure as his had marked me - be it inside me or not.

Our breathing was sporadic, but eventually we quieted, save for the odd moan when an aftershock tingled up both our spines.

I felt as if my entire system had shut down on me, only to be rearranged into something better.

I placed my arms around the warm body lying atop mine, and Yohji raised his head.

I knew the truth as soon as I looked into his eyes, and I suspected that mine were conveying the same thought.

He simply stared at me for a long moment, as if memorising what I looked like in that instant, but I didn't care, I simply waited patiently for him to speak.

Finally after a few more minutes he smiled at me, a genuine smile, but just for me.

Then the unspoken words that I so needed to hear came from his lips.

“Je t'aime…”

Even if I had known what was coming, I couldn't stop my breath from catching in my throat, or the elation in my heart. I spoke the truth as he had his; from his heart.

“Ai shiteru Yohji…”

I swear his smile would have melted Alaska.

He reached under us and yanked the sheets out, covering us, then dropped his head onto my chest and cuddled against me.

What did I do?

I just cuddled him back.

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Was it worth the wait?

Feel free to rant and rave at me - Review!

Yes I held out for Bob, just cos I like the sketch, even if it is crappy - on blue lined paper for chrissake.

Make me yours Ayan - claim me…

Don't tease! I can't wait - need you in me now!

Don't hold back! I want it now!

You belong to me

I thought that `Oui', `Je t'aime' and `Ai shiteru' needed no explanation so yeah…But if you wanted to know - Yes, I love you, I love you. Respectively.

Thank to the reviewers,

Dimonyo anghel: Mmm see disclaimer for response to that comment.

Dragondeb: Thanks! That is really encouraging and I needed it- I was afraid it wasn't okay.

Blythe: I think your work is excellent, but that goes without saying - you write hot scenes! Go the smut!

KD: Hehehe Bob has recovered! Thanks heaps!

Darkepheonix: The Bday was great thanks, and I had heaps of fun writing this - I'm just glad people read it at all!

MoiMoi: You torture me with NUMBERS!!! Short chapters, but size isn't everything (hehehe) But amazingly written short chapters. I want more!!!