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Lipstick on the Night Stand, Demons at the Door	By : rokesmith Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, its fandom or any of its characters and make no money from this fanfic. The title is borrowed from 'Joy Ride' by the Killers.

Chapter List
- 1-Tension
- 2-Voyeurs
- 3-Massage
- 4-Release
- 5-Climax
- 4
- 5
Chapter Five: Climax

It was two in the morning, and safe, with the mission over, Youji stood in front of Manx’s door with her. They stood looking at each other, shivered faintly in the cool night air.

“Thank you, Youji,” she murmured. “I know you were just doing your job, but thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Youji replied. “I’m glad I could keep you safe. We don’t have a great history with girls on missions.”

Manx gave him a look that made him feel like a small boy who’d said something stupid to his teacher. She turned away, unlocked the door and opened it. Youji realised that this was the end of the night, that after this, she would always just be Manx to him and nothing else. But there was a question burning in his chest and he knew this would be the last chance he would ever have to ask it.

“Manx.”

She stopped, turned and looked back at him. “Yes?”

He was terrified, but he pressed on. “If we didn’t know each other. If we didn’t have to deal with Kritiker and everything else, and if we met in a bar one night, would you let me buy you a drink?”

Manx looked at him carefully, thinking about the charming young man with the fast car and the smooth tongue, and then about the assassin who she’d briefed on murder and now seen him at work.

“That depends,” she answered, “on whether I thought you could give me what I want.”

“And what is that?”

She smiled. “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”

Youji leaned forward and he kissed her. She didn’t flinch. Her lips were so soft they seemed to melt against his mouth. He pulled her against him, almost lifting her off her feet, crushing their bodies together. He felt the fabric and the heat of her body beneath it as his own began to burn. The desires he had fought against all evening returned in a rush, and this time he surrendered to them gladly.

She stumbled backwards, half falling, half pulling, dragging him into the apartment with her. They struck the wall with a thud that shook the decorations. The angle pushed her head up and he kissed her savagely, nipping her lips and sucking on her tongue, his head already full of thoughts of what he would do to her in the bedroom.

He released her for just long enough to gasp for breath. Her body was trembling against him but her eyes held the same calm challenge they always did. He seized her wrists and held them against the wall above her head. For a moment that look of coolness slipped. Seeing the instant of nervous excitement, Youji grinned savagely and kissed her again, keeping her wrists still with one hand while running the other across her corset, pressing the material against her skin to feel the yielding softness of her breasts. Manx moaned, pushing her hips away from the wall and against Youji.

He felt the heat under her skirt and let out a groan. He pulled back again and this time saw no hint of reserve in her face, only heat and hunger as she struggled against his grip to lean forward press her mouth against his again. She was pulling down and Youji knew that if he released her she would fall to her knees and do anything he asked, but that wasn’t what either of them wanted. He understood that what she wanted most was to lose control, and she was giving him the chance to take it from her.

He took hold of her firmly by the hips and spun her around, then pushed her against the wall. She gasped, breathing very fast now. He pressed up against her, running his hands over her back as he had done in the bed under the mirror, pressing hard so she could feel it through the fabric. As he did so, he ground his waist against her ass, feeling the heat grow through his pants and letting out hot gasps against Manx’s neck as the tremors of pleasure ran through him. He wrapped his arms around body, holding her tight and closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against the invitingly bare skin of her neck and shoulders. Every time before he had been hers for the taking, now she was his.

The feeling was incredible, and earlier that evening it might have overcome him, but he had enjoyed two orgasms already and his body was able to be patient before surrendering to the third. Even so, the desire to feel his skin pressed up against hers was too strong to resist, and he opened his eyes to work on the clasps of her corset. Each clasp seemed to take forever, his brain was too fogged with desire, his fingers trembled and Manx’s body rose and fell under his hands. He nearly gave up in frustration but was held back by embarrassment and the memories of what the woman’s glorious body had looked like as she had straddled him.

But finally the last clasp came free and the corset tumbled to the floor. Youji couldn’t help but let her turn around so he could look at her. Even flushed as it was, her skin was still just as white as he remembered, her breasts were round, firm and so pert they hardly needed the corset’s support. All she had on now were her hold-ups and the tiny, tight skirt.

He pushed her back again, pressing both hands against breasts and kneading them. Her hard nipples slipped between his fingers and he squeezed on them. She moaned loudly against him and then again as he buried her head in her neck, covering the sensitive skin with kisses.

He’d left her hands free, and he felt them press against his chest. One hand went up under his shirt while the other pressed against his pants, sliding up and down so that their loud gasps mingled. Finally her hands came together again on the centre of his shirt, just as a hard squeeze with both his hands made her lean hard against him, crying out and trembling uncontrollably.

“Fuck it,” she gasped.

Hearing her curse, and the hot desperation behind the words, only aroused Youji further. He barely had time to register this before she wrenched her hands apart, tearing all the buttons on his designer shirt off and ripping the shirt open so she could run her hands over the bare skin of his chest.

Youji kept his own hands moving, caressing the skin of her back, her belly and her waist before he finally grinned to himself and grabbed her ass, kneading it as he had done with her breasts. His mouth dropped away from her neck and down to the smooth curve of her breasts. He used his tongue, running it first over the white skin, then circling the darker areole and then caressing the nipples. Finally, he took each nipple in his mouth, sucking on them and biting down like he remembered had given her so much pleasure last time. He used his lips, tongue and teeth on them and she responded by tilting her head back and screaming for him.

“Please! Oh god, Youji, please!”

All he had to do was straighten his back and use the grip he already had on her ass to pull her off the floor. She willingly jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck and wrapping her thighs around his waist, tossing her head to get her hair out of the way so she could bury her head in the skin of his neck and chest and give him her own electric kisses. Her skirt was pushed all the way up her legs and as their bodies locked together they trembled as her hot, slippery pussy pressed against his pants over his cock. A few millimetres of fabric was all that was keeping them apart now, and they could hardly stand it.

The journey to the bedroom was over in a flash, every motion on the way bringing them both closer. The heat in between them seemed to expand to the point it was agony for her to release him and drop onto the bed. She held herself up; even though her entire body was screaming for him she was unwilling to just fall back and surrender.

Youji picked her up again, turning her away from him to face the bed. He got down on his knees behind her and slowly unrolled her hold-ups, caressing the cool skin of her inner thighs which had teased him all night. He kissed backs of her legs as the fabric slid off them and when they were finally bare, he at last undid Manx’s skirt and pulled it off. She stood there, totally naked, her body on fire with anticipation, waiting as she had made him wait, as he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and finally undid his pants and dropped them on the floor next to her skirt. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip.

“They’re still there.”

Youji opened the draw by the bed and took out a condom. He opened the packet and unrolled it over his erection. The pressure at the base made the ache he felt that much worse, but now there was nothing to stop him giving in completely.

He stood behind her, pressed up against her, feeling the warmth of her skin, his cock hot against her spine. She leaned back against him, reaching her arms up and around his neck to pull his head down against her throat. His left hand cupped her breast and squeezed them, making her shake again, her eyelashes fluttering. His right hand reached down and caressed the mound of hair at her waist. Her eyes opened wide, her body stiffened and a high whine escaped her mouth as he pushed the hair aside and gently caressed the folds of slick flesh.

Enough was enough. He couldn’t tease her or himself any longer. Using just his bodyweight, he pushed her forward onto the bed. She landed on her hands and knees and shuffled forward. He positioned himself behind her, running his hands over the insides of her thighs to push them apart.

The waiting was over. He pressed against her, feeling the incredible heat, then placed his right hand on her hip and held her gently. His left hand took hold of his cock at the base, and held it straight as he slowly but firmly pushed inside her.

Manx cried out. Youji cried her name. His hips trembled against her and she pushed back against him, driving him deeper. For an instant, all Youji could do was be swept away by the grip of her body on him.

Then he put his other hand on her hips and held on tightly as he thrust hard inside her. Manx cried out again and a wave of pleasure expanded from the point their bodies met to fill them both. All the night’s tension, frustration and fear transforming into bliss as he thrust again and again, flesh slapping against flesh. Manx’s elbows bent as her arms collapsed, pressing her face against the bedcovers, her body undulating in time with his movements.

Their cries were continuous now, each one blending with the one before. Youji titled his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the motion that now had a will of his own, gripping, pumping, trembling. On instinct, he released his right hand from her hip, raised it and slapped her ass. Manx gasped, trembled and moaned even louder. He shouted her name and did it again.

Her pussy clamped down on him, even hotter than before, and Youji knew she had come, but he kept riding her. His cock throbbed harder, flooding him with burning ecstasy and he had no idea how he had lasted this long. His body was impossible to control, poised on the edge, so close, but the delay, even as Manx rode through her second orgasm, was agony.

He pushed her forward, off him, and pulled her around and pushed her against the bed on her back. Her entire body was spread out before him, just like before, just like he saw her in his dreams and fantasies. Her legs opened wide around him, finally surrendering to completely, and he pushed into her again. He buried his head in her breasts, kissing, touching, biting, as her body shook beneath him. He had no more control than she did now.

The pleasure was so intense it was almost pain as Youji crushed his mouth against hers one last time, feeling her lips, teeth and tongue. Then he pushed himself up on his arms, shaking from head to toe. He looked down at Manx, her impossibly beautiful body drowning in ecstasy as he thrust and thrust and thrust.

He came with a force that propelled him past the boundaries of pain and pleasure into the indescribable sensations that lay beyond. It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of orgasm exploding through him until he could feel nothing else. He was barely even aware of Manx’s body arching beneath him, her mouth open but with no breath left to scream. He only became conscious of it as the climax receded, leaving him rocking back and forth against her hips with only their shared momentum to sustain the movement.

He was exhausted, his skin was slick with sweat and he was gasping for air. He barely had the strength to hold his head up, let alone keep his arms straight. He collapsed into Manx’s welcoming arms. Her body was still now, and Youji lay against her listening to the thrumming in her chest as her heartbeat slowed. He nestled against her, feeling empty and utterly satisfied, as though he would never want for anything again.

It took him what felt like forever to build up the will to move, slipping out and carefully rolling off her, avoiding the tangle of her limbs and the curtain of her hair. When he came back from the bathroom, she had hardly moved, still lying on her back, the flush slowly fading from her skin. Her eyes were closed, and the smudged makeup around her mouth did not disguise her soft smile.

Youji sat beside her, wondering whether to wake her to tell her goodbye, but then her hand gently took hold of his wrist and tugged. He obediently lay down on his back and she rolled over, wrapping herself around him and laying her head on his chest. She didn’t open her eyes and soon, in the comfortable heat of the warm room and her warm body, Youji’s slid closed too.

They only slept for a little while, but it felt like longer. When Youji opened his eyes, she was running her fingernails over the skin of his arm, looking nothing at all like the icy secretary he shared jibes with.

He didn’t even know what to call her now; he didn’t know if he still had permission to call her Hanae, and he felt wrong calling her Manx in bed, so he took the third option. “Erika?”

Her lips twitched into her familiar smile. “Before you ask, the answer is that I lost count.”

“You did?”

The smile became more sardonic. “Don’t play dumb with me, Youji. You fucked my brains out and you know it. But after that, I’ll let you have the ego trip.”

He leaned down and kissed her mouth softly. He was almost surprised that she let him. Their mouths brushed and she didn’t resist as he pulled away from her, stood up and began to get dressed. Having collected his original clothes from where he had left them, he came back into the bedroom.

“Can I ask why this time?”

She nodded. “Because despite keeping my mind on the job tonight, that party still got me hot as hell. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted you to fuck me.”

Youji nodded without speaking. Neither of them said it, but they both knew that in the midst of the heat and pleasure they’d surrendered to each other utterly, however briefly it had lasted.

“I’ll see you soon, Manx,” he said.

She walked him to her door. One last time their bodies pressed together. One last time they felt their hearts beat. After everything else there was nothing they needed to share but that pure, simple, kiss goodnight.

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