Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ WK Teasers ❯ Angel of Mine - S/Y ( Chapter 3 )

Angel of Mine

[Again, stupid title, but I like it that way... ;)]

Pairing: Schuldig & Yohji

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, they weren't mine. It can have changed though, even if I doubt it... *wails*

This is also strongly influenced by certain parts of Hold On by Sarah McLachlan.

Add. Notes: I'm soooooo whipped by the muse right now - I can't get enough of this pairing...

And I honestly don't know what this is. I'm beginning to suspect that the dear muse is messing with my already scrambled brains juuuuust a little bit... *glares at muse and wishes him dead* Or he's on drugs or something...

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He opened his eyes to the first tentative rays of the sun, glaring at the offending light before closing them again and huffing slightly over the punishment called dawn. He yawned as he rolled over to face his still sleeping bedmate, grumbling over the man's sharp elbows. Red hair was sticking up in all directions, a mess of tangled strands that were covering parts of a face that was more relaxed than he had ever seen it before. He stared at it for another moment before brushing back some of the bangs, reveling in the tingle that spread through him at the touch. Sparks sizzled from his fingertips and he bit back a moan as the redhead stirred.

Jade eyes blinked once, twice, before focusing on him. The green sharpened within the moment, going from sleepy to predatory as a low purr broke the silence.

He dipped his head, pushing it in under the other's chin much like a large cat, happily indulging in the halfstrangled moan from the redhead as the man's arms were wrapped around him again. Nuzzling the pale throat for a moment he gave no warning as he bit down sharply, earning a choked cry and tugging on his hair.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" His neck was released as suddenly as it had been attacked, the emerald eyes meeting his own without a trace of regret. A pink tongue came out to sweep away a bead of blood and he could feel more trickle down his neck to his shoulder. No apology though, not that he had expected it. Last night had been... rough... and he anticipated no less from this morning. The dark blond demon that had latched onto him last night had already showed him that there was no mercy to expect, nothing more than he could take for himself.

He had loved it.

That had been a side of the white hunter he had never even dared to hope that he would see, but had blossomed in the darkness and forced him to surrender or be broken like a twig by whatever had possessed the man.

The silky strands of the blond hair tickled his neck again as the same tongue swept over the wound, lapping up the blood and ignoring the sudden hitch in his breathing as painful pleasure swept over him. His fingers tangled themselves with the golden bangs for a moment before his hand was grabbed and forced away, back behind them as the blond pressed him down into the mattress by sheer will. The redhead growled deep in his throat, but stayed put as the tongue disappeared and a nose was wordlessly pressed into his cheek.