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30 lemons challenge	By : aionwatha Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2202 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairing/Fandom: Schuldig x Ken (Weiß Kreuz)

Theme: #1 – Anonymity

Title: Confusion Leads the Dance.

Author/Artist: Aionwatha

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and its characters do not
belong to me. I’m borrowing them for a bit of fun. It’s been a very, very
long time since I have attempted writing a fanfiction. Please bear with me.
Also, the fic has been greatly inspired by “the last waltz” by the rasmus. Oh,
and it’s the first lemon I write on my own (no RP).

Ken
hated dressing formally. He abhorred it with every fiber of his being. Yet
there he was, dressed in a form fitting tuxedo with a velvet mask hiding the
upper part of his face, standing forlornly in a corner of a great dancing hall
filled with beautiful, equally masked men and women waltzing the night away to
the music provided by a group of musicians on a stage in the corner opposite to
him.

He
was so bored. Searching the crowd of men and women of all ages, but obviously
rich backgrounds the lot of them; he looked for the man responsible for his
present hell. Youji was sweet-talking his date (who had provided the
invitations to this snore-party) into slipping away for more fun matter, Ken
was ready to bet. And of course, leave poor Kenken to his own boredom.

“‘You
should come and have some fun for once’,” he muttered darkly. “Fun, my ass.”

A
man came up on the musicians’ stage, and the people stopped dancing. The lights
went out and some people gasped. There were a few hushed whispers. Finally, a
spotlight was lit and directed on the man. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my
great pleasure to welcome you-”

The
rest was lost on Ken. “Blah blah blah,” he whispered low enough so no one would
hear him.

He started looking at the people
around him to distract himself. Masked balls were cool for one thing, he
thought. They all looked mysterious, like romantic heroes and heroines straight
out of some European novel from the 19^th century.

To his right, a man was clapping with the
others at a pause in the speech. He looked in his late fifties, though it was
hard to tell with the mask and the darkness. He only had the light from the
stage to try and guess the people’s features.

Beside the man stood a lady in a long ball
gown that shimmered faintly in the little light that made its way this far at
the back of the room. Ken guessed she was either his daughter or his wife – he
couldn’t even guess the lady’s age through her mask and he had no graying
mustache to help his guess on that one. That thought made him smile.

To his left, the closest person to
him was a little behind him, leaning against the wall. As soon as Ken’s eyes
set on him, the man raised his head and looked straight back at him. His hair
was long, and tied back in a low ponytail. He looked… sleek. His neatly tailored suit fit him just right and looked
rather expensive. His mask covered both eyes and the left side of his face. The
colors were hard to see in the ambient darkness, but Ken was sure it was
something dark and mysterious.

He was staring. Feeling his cheeks
heat up a bit in embarrassment, he turned back towards the stage where the host
had invited a lady to come say a few words of thanks and such. He wasn’t paying
much attention. His mind was still on the mysterious stranger. He could still
feel the man’s eyes boring into him, though it could have been his own
imagination. Maybe the man had already turned back to the stage himself, having
lost interest in the embarrassed boy near him.

Ken searched the room with his eyes,
trying to find one lanky blond man who had taken him here against his will. The
one man with the car. Youji had insisted in driving him here, arguing that a
motorcycle was not appropriate for such receptions and that Ken would just have
to find someone with a car to take him home, that last comment accompanied with
much eyebrow wiggling on his friend’s part. The bastard.

Ken was not smooth and sexy like
Youji. He was not a great talker and was clumsy at best in social situations.
He enjoyed sex as much as the next teenage boy, but he wasn’t one for hitting
it off in one night. He would probably walk home tonight. He sighed.

“You look bored,” came a voice so
close to him that he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Bet this kind of gathering
is not really your thing, hmm?”

Ken turned towards the voice. All he
had to do really was turn his head slightly. The man he had spotted earlier,
his “mysterious stranger”, was right
behind him, leaning slightly over his left shoulder. He felt his cheeks go
warm. “N-no, not really,” he answered.

The man smiled. “I was pretty bored
myself.” His right hand landed softly on Ken’s shoulder. “So how about we
entertain each other for a while…?” His hand slid on Ken’s shoulder so his
thumb caressed his neck softly and the boy shivered deliciously, tilting his
head a bit.

“I… I don’t know…” Ken hesitated.
Where was Youji anyway?

“Your friend already left with his
date, so what have you got to lose?” A pause. “You can’t even go home now.”

Ken stiffened. “How did you--?!”

“I saw you come in with them
earlier”

Ken’s shoulders sagged slightly and
he looked down, embarrassed. So the man had already spotted him when he came
in? He felt strangely flattered. “Yeah,” he finally answered. “We came together.
He hoped I’d meet someone tonight.”

The man chuckled. “Well you have,
haven’t you?”

Ken blushed a little and fixed his
eyes on the tip of his shoes. “Yeah, I guess.”

“So, will you come?”

Ken felt suddenly the urge to say
yes. He tried thinking about it a little, but really, he was a guy who liked to
follow his impulses and right now, they were telling him to send his
embarrassment and shyness to hell and just have some fun for a while.

“What’s your name?” he asked the
stranger.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ken found the man’s
finger wiggling in front of him like a mother does to her naughty child. “Don’t
you know,” asked the stranger, “that the very point of a masked ball is that no
one gets to know who is who? Put a mask on your face…” The man let his fingers
slide on Ken’s mask and lower, on his skin, down to his neck. “…and no one
knows who you are. You can do what ever your heart wants.” The last sentence
was breathed right into Ken’s ear, sending another delicious shiver right
through him.

Suddenly, the stranger stepped
around Ken so that he was facing him. Ken now could see the man stood a little
taller than him. He was a bit on the slender side, but not too thin. Just…
perfect, Ken thought. The man smiled, offering him his arm. With only a slight
hesitation, Ken took it.

He was led to the doors, a little
ways to their left, and slipped through them to a softly lit antechamber. Ken
made to turn towards his mysterious suitor, but the man stopped him with his
hands on his shoulders. “Don’t look,” he ordered just as he unfastened Ken’s
mask. It fell towards the floor, and Ken just barely caught it when his eyes
were covered with a black silk handkerchief. Immediately, he raised the hand
not holding the mask to the makeshift blindfold, but the stranger caught his
hand and, wrapping his other arm around Ken's waist, pulled him back against
his chest.

“Shhh, don’t panic, kitten. Just
follow me.”

And Ken did. He wasn’t sure why he was following him or why he
wasn’t objecting or at the very least arguing at the blindfold. What he did know was the warm feeling of the
man’s hand around his own, the rapid beating of his heart, his breath already
hitching a bit in anticipation. He didn’t know where he was being led. He
noticed the long corridor they had been walking in was carpeted, muffling the
sound of their footsteps. He was taken up two sets of stairs and down another
hallway and finally a door was opened and then closed behind him.

He made to remove the blindfold
again, but this time too, hands stopped him. He opened his mouth to protest and
his heart skipped a beat when warm lips closed over his, effectively stopping
whatever he had been about to say. An arm snaked around his waist, pulling him
closer, crushing him against the other man’s body. Reflexively, his hands came
up to grip the man’s shoulders.

That seemed to please him because
Ken could feel him smile. A tongue pushed playfully against his lips and he
parted them easily, letting the man deepen the kiss. It was wonderful and so hot. He groaned as his mouth was
plundered in the most mind blowing kiss he had ever experienced. He had to sit
down or his knees would give out; they seemed to have turned to Jell-O.

As if reading his thoughts, the man took
a few steps back, pulling him along, then turned him around and pushed him. Ken
fell onto a soft mattress with a startled squawk and he heard his masked
companion laugh. Heat raised to his cheeks and he was about to yell angrily at
him for his rough treatment, but again, their mouths met in a fiery kiss, and
he felt him put one knee on the mattress, between his legs, brushing against
his groin as he was pushed back onto the bed.

All thoughts fled Ken’s mind and he
groaned softly, hands raking down the man’s sides. There was a chuckle, a nip
to his lower lip, and suddenly the weight was lifted off of him as the man
stood up. There was a rustle of clothes and the mattress dipped again as the
man returned, kissing Ken once more. His shirt was unbuttoned slowly and tugged
free of his pants. Warm hands slipped inside to caress his chest, spending a
delicious amount of time coaxing his nipples into hardened little nubs. He
moaned, body writhing deliciously underneath the stranger. His arms wrapped
around the man’s shoulders and he noticed he had removed his shirt and jacket
already.

Ken was tired of just laying there
doing nothing already and he suddenly pressed forward, sitting up even as he
felt the man push his shirt roughly down his arms. The kiss was fiery hot, and
more than a little lustful. Their tongues met, rubbed, caressed, parted, then
met again. His jacket was gone. His shirt got flung off somewhere. He didn’t
care. The stranger’s mouth was on his neck now, sucking and nipping a path of
fire down his throat. Ken arched his neck back, mouth open in a low moan. His
hands tangled in the man’s hair – he had let it down he noticed. All the
better. The hair was soft and smelled good. Ken found himself wondering what
shampoo he used.

The stranger pushed him back gently
so he was laying down on the bed again. His mouth wandered to one of Ken’s
nipples and the boy gasped softly as it was gently tugged between his teeth.
The man’s left hand settled on the side of his chest, and he felt the thumb
rubbing around his other nipple. He moaned softly. The mouth left his right
nipple and he whined in protest. “Such beautiful sounds you make,” he heard
whispered right by his ear, followed by a warm tongue and then a tug to his
earlobe. He moaned again, feeling like he was losing himself.

“Stop teasing me!” he growled softy,
accentuating his words with a movement of his hips that left no doubt as to
what he wanted. “Just do it already.”

The soft laugh that followed his
words sent a chill down his pine, though he couldn’t exactly point out why. He
found himself suddenly wondering why he had trusted this complete stranger and
let himself at the man’s mercy. He had to be nuts. That had to be it.

“You’re so delicious, little
kitten,” he heard the man say. There was a nip at his throat and then his pants
were unfastened and pushed down his thighs, along with his underwear. He
blushed deeply, feeling exposed and a little panicky now. But then he was
kissed again and the man caressed his hair gently, soothingly. He found himself
wondering why he was so nervous only moments before. It felt so right, so
wonderful. The man smiled against his lips again. He wondered what he looked
like, what his smile looked like.

The man pulled away again, and he
could hear him removing the last of his clothes. Ken twisted on his hands and
knees and crawled back onto the bed uncertainly, just enough so his legs
weren’t dangling off of the side, but no more than that, since he couldn’t see
and didn’t want to topple off on the other side. He felt the mattress dip; his
only warning before he felt the warmth of the man draped over his back and
heard a breathy chuckle right in his ear. “You look so downright fuckable like
this.” He felt the man’s erection pressing against his ass and couldn’t help a moan.
Another chuckle and the stranger thrust his hips against him a few times,
giving him a little taste of what was to come.

Then the warmth was gone. Ken felt
like calling out to him, but what would he call him? He felt a little nervous,
but so, so very aroused. The sudden cold against his entrance made him yelp and
jolt forward in surprise. “It’s cold!” he heard the man warn him belatedly, his
voice sounding very amused.

“Bastard,” muttered Ken. “Bet you
did that on purpose!”

There was a chuckle. “Sure did! You
need to loosen up a little.” There was a hand holding his shoulder now,
restraining his movements as one lubed finger massaged his entrance just enough
to warn him before entering him. He groaned. “Very sensitive, aren’t you,
kitten?” He shivered, feeling the stranger push a second finger in, scissoring
them.

Ken was so hard, he felt like screaming at the man to just get to it
already, but he knew it could be kind of painful so he just grit his teeth, and
focused on what the man was doing to him. He heard a laugh – would the man ever
tire of laughing at him? – and suddenly the fingers were gone.

“Such a feisty little kitten. Don’t
worry…” The man was leaning over his shoulder, molding his body to Ken’s back
as he whispered in his ear, the long strands of hair falling over Ken’s
shoulders in a soft caress. “… I know exactly you what you want, Ken. And I’ll
give it to you.”

Ken had barely enough time to wonder
how the man knew his name, before gripping the covers and crying out softly as
he was entered. He tried to relax as best he could, and the second time, it
went deeper in. He grunted, screwing his eyes shut tight behind the blindfold.
Third time, he heard the man groan and he pushed back against him to get him as
deep in as he would go.

From then on it spiraled up into a
maddening rhythm of thrusts and jabs. Ken felt hands grip his hips and the
thrusts increased in pace and strength until he was pretty much screaming with
each forward movement of the man’s hips. It was wild, it was mad, it was…
Everything Ken wanted.

His hair was roughly grabbed and he
winced. “I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, Ken.” The comment was
followed by a hard thrust that pushed him forward, making him cry out again as
his head tilted back. The man was still roughly pulling his hair as he gave
another sharp thrust that jolted Ken, eliciting another cry from the young
assassin.

Again and again, harder and deeper
he went as Ken screamed and pushed back against each of his thrusts, wanting
more of that mad passion inside. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. His arms
gave out and he leaned forward on his elbows, gripping the covers hard as
another deep thrust brought a near sob out of him. The man shifted to adjust to
the new position and his next shove made Ken see stars. He heard someone cry
out and ask for more, and for harder, harder, deeper! – and he realized it was
him.

The man obliged, giving him
everything he wanted, even what he didn’t ask. The hand pulling his hair hurt,
but he barely noticed. He felt possessed, utterly at the mercy of someone
stronger, someone who gave him what he needed. The other hand at his hip dug
painfully into his skin, but that too was part of all of this mad sexual
fantasy come true.

He felt like he was about to burst,
he was so hard, so aroused. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. He could only cry
out and moan, panting hard and sobbing as the man hit his prostate again and
again.

And then he felt the hand let go of
his hair. He let his head drop on his forearms but then snapped it up again,
crying out sharply as the hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing it. He thrust
into it, then pushed back against the man as he thrust into him, then forward
again, and back. He felt like he was going crazy. “I-I can’t… I’m gonna…!!”

“Let it go, kitten,” the man purred.
“Let it all go.”

And Ken did. He let the fiery hot
liquid feeling he felt gathering at his navel consume him. All it took was a
few more thrusts and he came, screaming. He heard the man grunt and his thrusts
became hectic as he too spent himself deep inside of Ken.

Ken flopped bonelessly, panting
hard. The man withdrew and patted his head softly. “Good boy,” he said, and
then got up. Ken didn’t know whether to feel pleased or really insulted. He
heard the rustle of fabric and guessed the man was putting on his clothes.

“Where’re you going?” he asked,
sitting up with a wince.

“Home,” came the short reply.

“What’s the rush?” Ken placed a hand
on his blindfold. He was dying to take it off. He felt the mattress move and warm
lips closed on his briefly.

“You are, kitten. Once you take that
off, you’ll think I can’t leave fast enough for you.”

And before the boy could say
anything, he tugged the blindfold off and Ken found himself staring straight
into the cold blue eyes of one Schuldig of Schwarz. His eyes went wide and his
mouth opened. He tried to say something and felt his lips move, but no words
came out. Schuldig broke into a wide, satisfied grin and stood up.

Ken noticed he had put his pants back
on but hadn’t bothered with his shirt and jacket. He flung them over his
shoulder and grinned at him. Ken didn’t want
to notice he looked damn sexy like this. He didn’t want to think about Schuldig
that way. Or remember that he had just let him fuck him like a bitch in heat.
He felt heat rise to his cheeks at the thought.

Schuldig only laughed and flung a
few bills at him. “Here, call a taxi! Thanks a lot, kitten! I had a grand time.” He blew a kiss at him and
pranced out of the room. Ken felt like he wanted to crawl under the rug and
die.

Feeling dirty and somewhat betrayed,
he crawled off of the bed and painfully put his clothes back on. He could
already picture Youji asking him about his night and teasing the hell out of
him. There was no way Ken could tell him what happened. No way he could tell
anyone.

He made a face at the bills and
moved to leave them there, but then took them, figuring he’d need to fling them
right back in the bastard’s face next time he ran into him. And then gut him.
Oh yes. Definitely gut him. That was a shame though, because Schuldig really
was a fine thing to look at.

“What am I thinking?!”

He shook his head, trying to banish
the thought. Was that a laugh he heard?! Apparently Schuldig was having a good
time making fun of his confusion. Damn him. He flung the door open, stalking
out into the hall, but the German was long gone. It was probably better that
way. Ken wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill the man or kiss the hell out of him.

No!! Kill him! Yes! Must kill him!

He felt like he was going nuts. No,
he probably had already gone nuts the minute he let him touch him without
knowing who he was. Cursing himself for being an idiot, he made his way down
the hall and looked around, mortified to realize he had no clue how to get out
of this stupid mansion! It took some wandering around, but he finally made it
to the main hall where he located a phone and called a cab.

He spent the ride home glaring out
of the window. The ride was both too short and too long. He wanted a shower,
damnit, and then he wanted to sleep. And hopefully forget all about this crazy
night. Realizing he had brought no money with him, he was even more aggravated
when he had to use Schuldig’s money to pay for the taxi. Definitely, today had
been hell.

He sneaked in, going straight for
the shower. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, even washing his hair to rid his
body completely of the feel of Schuldig on him. In him.

“Oh gods!!” He let his head drop on
his hand, leaning against the shower wall. He had to stop thinking. He turned
the shower off and grabbed a towel, drying himself roughly and gathering his
clothes before running to his room, nearly slamming the door behind himself. He
flung the clothes into a corner, wondering if he could get away with burning
them without people asking embarrassing questions. He threw himself on his bed
with a grunt and crawled awkwardly under the covers. Tomorrow, he would have to
face Youji, his smirks and jests and try and pretend nothing happened.

But tonight, he was going to sleep…
and dream of long orange hair falling onto his shoulders and cold blue eyes
looking at him intently as long fingers caressed every inch of his skin.

~The End.~
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