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Tangle	By : Aireroswen Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2101 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Tangle
- 2-Part Two
- 1
- 2
Warnings: Where to start? Borderline NC, but
you have to squint. Humiliation. Mutilation - nothing
graphic. Sex. Language. Fetish/Kink.

Pairing: Schuldig/Aya,
Other/Aya but very minimal.

Beta: maiafay
& seraphim_grace's own beta Seraphim_X. This story
is also inspired by the story Anything.
I highly recommend reading it - such a good story. :) You can find a link to it
in my livejournal.

Summary: Aya is
given a proposition, but does he accept it for all the right reasons? Or the wrong?

Part Two

The Kabuki-cho district was a place Aya
liked to avoid if at all possible, even when on missions. He left those up to Yohji who rather enjoyed the bars and service – a place
more like home to the brunette than any other. The red light district was full
of the city’s most notorious Yakuza and Chinese triad as well, but there were
times that Aya could barely discern one person from
the other on the streets; everything blended together in the flare of neon
lights and distasteful human character.

He hated
the place more with Schuldig by his side, tugging on
the leash and making a show of presenting his ‘toy’ to the public. Aya wanted to hurt the German; every point in the redhead’s
body ached and stung. The piercings irritated him
with the strong temptation to rip them all out, and use them against Schuldig to show him how it felt to be treated as a human
pincushion.

Aya
tightened his fists at his side, trying to focus when the urge caused him to
see red. One more tug on the leash and Aya promised
he would strangle the telepath with it in front of everyone. He didn’t know how
much longer he could withstand the humiliation. Was it really for his sister? Or for Schuldig? If the latter was
the answer, Aya was sure he had finally given in to
insanity. He shouldn’t have done this in the first place. What was he thinking? Perhaps there was a part of him that enjoyed
this – a hidden part of his psyche that craved for it,
but never had the guts to reveal its true nature?

Cringing, Aya stifled the thought. He didn’t care to know – he just
wanted the night to end as quickly as possible. He wanted his sword; his
fingers twitching for a semblance of balance and normalcy, but Aya had to remind himself that this was for his sister.

For her.

Everything.

He would
see her again.

There had
been worse situations in the past – more painful at least. This was simple,
almost too easy, Aya tried to tell himself.

“Keep reminding yourself that and
there won’t be any room for fun, Katchzen.”

Aya’s
body stiffened when he noticed the sign hanging over the door of the club Schuldig was entering, forcing the redhead along with him.
It was a sex club that allowed gaijin, where Aya,
most of all, blended well with the crowd – numerous others in leather, piercings, tattoos and light bondage gear. The music was
loud and erotic, pulsating through Aya’s body,
causing him to shudder. He closed his eyes for a moment - struggling to
maintain composure that was only proving to be more difficult with each minute
that passed in Schuldig’s presence.

Then it
completely vanished when Aya felt a pair of callused
hands grazing the sequins along his back. Aya jerked
to attention and spun around, his first swinging. His anger with the entire
turn-out of the evening had blinded him completely that he could have cared
less who he was attacking. However, Schuldig stopped his intentions short, and Aya was encompassed in the telepath’s arms in a mock
display of two lovers embracing.

“Let me
go,” he growled low in his throat without removing his glare from the old man
standing in front of them. The redhead’s body was still wired and ready to
pounce, but Schuldig’s arms tightened with a small
warning.

“Mind your manners, Aya. In here you are not allowed to do anything but follow
my orders.”

“I’d rather
die.”

“We can arrange that.”

Aya
squirmed within Schuldig’s arms, desperate to flee
from this place and forget that he ever agreed to this. “Let me go, Schuldig.”

“Your pet
is quite the feisty one,” the old man commented with vexation. He raised his
chin in a show of arrogance; his pride obviously wounded by Aya’s
defiance. “Are you sure you have control of him?”

“He tends
to have a mind of his own,” Schuldig replied with a
small laugh.

Aya
tensed against him and ground his teeth. He hissed in a breath when the
business man felt the need to thread his fingers through Aya’s
hair then traveled down the line of his jaw, thumb caressing lightly,
possessively. Aya snarled, but he didn’t move.

“He’s rare
– beautiful. Where did you find him?”

“I didn’t.
The lost kitten came to me.”

The short
man tipped his head to the side, a curious gleam in his small, dark eyes. His
hand moved again and finally stopped on Aya’s heaving
chest. He pressed his body hard against Schuldig
without realizing; his fist rising again with the intention to ward off the
unwanted proximity, but the telepath stopped its ascension quickly. The arm was
trapped at Aya’s side along with the other one.

“Let him touch you.”

“No,” Aya said fiercely, tensing his body to thrash like a
trapped animal.

“Don’t
forget,” Schuldig whispered in Aya’s
ear, tightening his grip around the redhead’s arms. “I wonder what it would feel like to fuck a vegetable?
Would they even feel it?”

A mixture
of rage and defeat reverberated in Aya’s throat, and
he reluctantly gave a clipped nod, forcing his body to relax. The action seemed
to intrigue the stranger further. He looked like a child standing outside the
toy store looking in the display window at a shiny new train set – eager to
test it out. “Oh, you must let me-“

Schuldig
interrupted, “Not tonight, Matsu-san.” He guided Aya
deeper into the club without another word.

“You
bastard,” Aya hissed. He was still trapped within Schuldig’s arms, but he didn’t fight, his head spinning.
Everything passed by them in a blur. “If you touch my sister-”

“Calm
down,” Schuldig said irritably. “I don’t even like
women.”

Aya
blinked hard, speechless, as though he was surprised by that statement. He
should have known better. Sighing, Aya said softly,
“You know him.” He was referring to Matsu-san.

“Ja, he’s the owner of this fine establishment,” Schuldig answered. “He thinks he has the right to get a
taste of everyone who walks through those doors.”

“Why didn’t
you?”

“Tonight
you are mine. And besides, I don’t share.”

Aya
couldn’t help but tease. He wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do so. “Only tonight?” He regretted saying it once it left his
mouth.

The
telepath laughed against Aya’s ear, causing the
ornate earring to lightly move across his skin, tickling. “I didn’t know you
had it in you.”

“I don’t,” Aya said blankly. “Let me go.”

Schuldig
didn’t and guided the redhead further into the club. “Stick with me tonight and
no one will bother you.”

“That
didn’t seem to help me just a moment ago.”

Schuldig
grinned against Aya’s cheek. “You don’t need my help,
really. I have no doubt that you could have killed him without a second
thought. It’s a part of who you are.”

“Like I
should do to you?”

“That will
be a sight, I’m sure.”

Aya
shrugged out of Schuldig’s grasp, stepping away and
crossing his arms over his chest. They had reached the back of the club where a
red, armless sofa lined the wall and minimal lighting offered some seclusion.
Two men together were already taking advantage of the privacy, and they barely
lost focus in their mission to devour each other with their tongues when Schuldig and Aya appeared. Aya forced himself to look away, though he couldn’t deny he
felt a little aroused by the sight.

“Maybe we
should ask to join them,” Schuldig whispered,
teasing.

Aya
turned and stared at the German. The telepath’s eyes were traveling over Aya’s body from head to toe, licking his lips in the same
manner as before when the redhead was naked and bound before him. Aya wanted to burrow into the shadows under the scrutiny,
but he held his ground firmly.

“Why did
you bring me here?”

Schuldig
ignored the question and leaned forward, their bodies pressing close and his
hot breath brushing along Aya’s face. The telepath
inhaled Aya’s scent with a soft sound of yearning,
before his tongue traveled from the redhead’s neck to his collar bone. Schuldig nibbled at the skin stretched tight across the
bone, and a sudden prickling sensation of heat rushed through Aya’s body, settling on his groin. Without thinking of who
he was allowing to touch him, he tipped his head back to give Schuldig access to his throat. Lust overpowered all logic
and Aya allowed the telepath to graze his teeth
wherever he pleased. It felt good, and Aya couldn’t
deny the impact each sensation had on his body. He wanted more – he wanted to
drown in Schuldig’s ministrations.

It was when
Schuldig’s hand cupped Aya
through the leather pants – that the redhead finally
came to his senses and tried to twist out of the telepath’s arms. Schuldig was faster, and he grabbed both of Aya’s wrists, stretching them over his head. Aya’s body was pushed roughly against a wall and he let out
a small yelp of surprise. The German didn’t lose his rhythm as he sucked on the
ring around Aya’s right nipple, fondling it between
his teeth and tongue, and pulling just enough to arouse a reaction from the
assassin. A shaky breath passed Aya’s lips, his
lashes fluttering in earnest.

“You want this.”

A part of Aya agreed and it effortlessly conquered the sensible side
of his mind, but he still shook his head in denial. The conflictions were
driving him mad and Schuldig had just started. He
felt tangled in a web of his own desires and doubts.

“You want me.”

“Yes,” Aya rasped, his chest heaving. He shut his eyes tight and
moaned deeply when Schuldig’s hand lowered to cup him
through the pants again, caressing and kneading. One leg rose from the floor
and hooked around Schuldig’s lower back as Aya’s body moved forward. His hands were still restrained
above him, but he didn’t fight for freedom. He could have cared less; he just
wanted release.

“So eager. I should fuck you right here – in front of everyone.”

Aya
opened his eyes wide when his hands were released, and his body suddenly fell
away from the wall. To keep himself from collapsing to the floor on unsteady legs,
he hooked his arms around Schuldig’s neck and
entwined his legs around the German’s waist. Strong hands squeezed Aya’s ass hard, causing the redhead to tip his head back,
and made a low moan rumble out of his throat.

Lips
pressed against the redhead’s arched neck, and Schuldig
traced a line with his tongue from Aya’s bobbing
throat to the juncture of his jaw. Aya leaned
forward, and captured the other’s mouth with his own, his fingers threading
through long orange hair. It was soft and thick, brushing along Aya’s skin in a tender caress – such a stark contrast to
the brutal force of the telepath’s tongue now delving deep into Aya’s mouth. Schuldig eventually
pulled away, and he clasped Aya’s lower lip between
his teeth, biting down without breaking the skin. A shiver ran up Aya’s spine and his hands tightened in the thick fall of
hair, tugging the strands at the base of the telepath’s neck.

All past
thoughts of protest had completely vanished; Aya’s
body and mind finally cohesive. The need for release coiled his body like a
taut cord, and he suddenly hungered for the telepath. He wanted Schuldig to fuck him – right there, right now. He didn’t care. Nothing was able to
break past the barrier of his lust-filled frenzy, not even the sights and
sounds of the club penetrated it. Everything aside from touch and taste dulled,
muffled like Aya was underwater.

The German
didn’t waste time. He backed up until they collapsed on the sofa with Aya on top, his legs and arms still straddling the
telepath. Aya leaned in and sucked fervently on the
other man’s lower lip, pulling it between his teeth, while the telepath made
quick work of unbuttoning their pants. When they were both free of the
confining leather, callused hands wrapped around Aya,
abrading the tender skin and causing the redhead to shudder without control. A
shaky sigh passed his lips as he bent his head back, the muscles in his body
tightening until they trembled.

An
inarticulate sound of pleasure reverberated from Aya’s
throat as Schuldig began stroking him. The rhythmic
friction sent the redhead into a dizzying wave after wave of ecstasy. His
breathing hitched, eyelashes fluttering in earnest and his short nails sunk
deep grooves into Schuldig’s skin just below the line
where his neck met the collar bone. The German gave a surprised gasp before a
soft chortle trembled past his lips.

“The kitten’s claws are sharp!”

Aya
growled low in his throat, the vibrations and the telepath’s increase in rhythm
were like an electric shock through Aya’s body, spiraling
down and ricocheting off the tips of his toes before bouncing back. He moved
his hands down Schuldig’s body, pushing away the
white leather coat with ease and baring the man’s shoulders. All he wore
underneath the coat was a black ribbed tank top, but Aya
didn’t bother to remove it. He raked his nails down the contours of sculpted
muscle, relishing in the feel of that strength beneath his sensitized skin.
Every nerve seemed heightened causing each touch to send a rush of heat
throughout his body. It was maddening, but Aya didn’t
want it to end.

The strokes
picked up speed and Aya lowered his face, biting down
hard into the meat of Schuldig’s shoulder. By
burrowing deeper into the crook of the telepath’s arm, Aya
muffled his cry as he came. His breath came out in short pants, blood pulsating
roared in his ears and he felt as though he was weightless – his head floating,
drifting. He thought he was going to pass out, but he was forcefully brought
back to awareness and solid ground when Schuldig entered
him. There was no warning and the pain was hot, intense. A wordless cry rose
out of his parched throat and Aya clenched his eyes
shut, his fingers clawing for purchase. The sound was drowned out by the loud,
erotic music blaring from the speakers all around them.

“Scream for me.”

Schuldig
moved his hips with graceful ease, burrowing deeper and deeper. The motions
caused Aya to clench his muscles out of instinct only
to feel more discomfort and pleasure from the resistance, but Schuldig didn’t lose cadence. He gripped Aya’s thighs, pulling the redhead closer with a satisfied
grunt. Conflictions of pain and delight caused unwanted tears to leak down the
sides of Aya’s face, mingling with the perspiration
dribbling over his flushed skin. His body shuddered with each sensual movement
from Schuldig, the sensations driving Aya over the edge where the corners of his vision turned
gray upon every retreat only for brilliant light to glare behind his eyes when
the telepath would thrust in deep. It was a never ending circle and Aya was forced to ride the waves. He wasn’t sure he would
have protested even if he could have spoken.

“That’s why you came to me – you
wanted this more than anything. Your sister was just an excuse. She was a pawn
in your hunt for desire.”

Aya shook
his head feebly, but he couldn’t deny that a part of Schuldig’s
statement was true. He did want this,
though he refused to believe that he had used his sister for his own pleasures.
It wasn’t true – he would never.

“Are you so sure?”

“Stop,” Aya gasped; his voice hoarse.

Schuldig
laughed in Aya’s ear, fevered breath brushing across
his skin lightly. “You’re such a good whore,” he said with one last brutal
plunge before he came, his words grating. “Mein-.”

The
invisible cords holding Aya upright snapped and he
collapsed against Schuldig’s chest, his breathing
erratic. Schuldig wrapped his arms around Aya, embracing him with a tenderness that mocked his bitter
words from before. He planted a kiss upon the redhead’s temple and whispered
contently.

“Wunderbar, mein kleine Katzeliebhaber.”

TBC…
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