Make me Forget | By : myka Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Make me Forget
by myka
Rating: NC-17
Warnings! yaoi, lemon
Pairing: Schuldig/Yohji
Summary: In a moment of grief Yohji seeks a way to end his
pain but things don’t go exactly as he planned for.
A/N: My first NC-17 fic can can be taken as kinda of PWP;
but I like to believe it actually has a plot (even if it’s semi-hidden and all
in my head).
~~~
The night was cold, freezing. Winter was just around the
corner. Dark clouds covered the sky and the wind was brutal against his face,
his gloves bringing little comfort to his icy fingers.
But Yohji Kudou of Weiss didn’t care; the unbearable cold
was the last thing on his mind right now.
He arrived at his destination little after two in the morning.
Not a single light shone in the building in front of him; but Yohji knew
better. He knew exactly who lived there; and he knew exactly why he was here.
The small three floor building used to be an apartment complex, one that had
been authorized for demolition. The place had been officially declared a ‘no
trespassing zone’.
He picked a window at random. It didn’t really matter to
him; maybe he’d hit the jackpot and get the crazy one.
Yohji noticed that one of the windows was slightly open and
to him it was like a sign. He went towards it, placing trembling hands against
the windowsill and pushed it open. The rest of the window opened without making
a single sound and Yohji slipped inside the space beyond.
After his eyes had gotten used to the darkness of the room,
the shape of a bed appeared just a few feet away with a shadowy figure sleeping
soundly in it. His fingers grazed the surface of his watch as he walked towards
that bed, pulling his wire out of the weapon. He probably had one shot at this;
he had to play it right.
He got into position as he towered above the sleeping
figure. He still wasn’t sure whose room he had walked into; he didn’t care, he
really didn’t but not caring wasn’t enough to kill his curiosity. He got his
wire ready, stretching it between his gloved hands. Then in one swift movement
he fell on top of the bed’s owner and wrapped the tense wire around his neck.
Someone gagged and Yohji squeezed the cable even tighter. He
felt a hand over his, clawing with desperate fingers. The body beneath him
struggled for air, then surprisingly enough the room was flooded with light
when his enemy managed to turn on his night lamp.
Shocked and desperate emerald eyes stared back at him and
the blond assassin’s curiosity disappeared as he discovered that he had ended
in the Mastermind’s room. Yohji’s hold on the wire faltered; giving the Schwarz
telepath a chance to free himself and push Yohji off
the bed and down on the floor.
The blond rose again; he had to look threatening enough for
Schuldig to attack him without thinking. He squared his shoulders as he glared
at the German.
The redhead raised himself from the bed in blind fury; his
right hand at his throat and his left holding the gun he kept on his drawer by
the bed.
The gun was pointed straight at Yohji’s heart and the German
took one step forward as he clicked the safety off and started squeezing the
trigger. His green shirt and black boxers clashed perfectly with Yohji’s
mission clothes.
All this happened in a matter of seconds and it had all
happened just as Yohji had planned. The German was about to kill him. The blond
assassin closed his eyes, muttered what were to be his last words and waited
for the blast that would end his life…
“Minna… Aya… Gomen ne…”
He waited… and waited… But nothing happened. So le bye by
little Yohji opened his eyes again.
Schuldig looked visibly shaken and nasty wire marks covered
his throat. He spoke.
“Well, if it isn’t a little Weiss kitten. What could I
possibly have done to gain the pleasure of your company?” He asked in a
sarcastic voice.
Yohji suddenly found himself frozen, unable to move. The
only thing he did was stare at the redhead in front of
him.
“I asked you a question, Balinese.”
Still Yohji
didn’t speak, eyes staring unseeingly at his enemy for a moment. The German
grunted in annoyance of the other’s presence, the kitten didn’t seem to notice
him at all. Then in one swift motion moved closer to the blond, pressing the
gun to his chin and snatching a mass of hair as he entered his mind.
Hundreds of images flared through Schuldig’s head, so fast
that he could barely make sense of them. Fire, blood and pain… A switch… An
explosion… Something hurt so much…
Schuldig disconnected his mind from Yohji’s and stepped back
even more shaken than before; still pointing the gun at the bl
“Will I forget everything?”
Schuldig grinned. “Yes,” he purred into his enemy’s ear.
Yohji returned the German’s heated gaze with his own.
“Fine!” he replied as he felt a strange heat consuming him. “I don’t care… I
don’t care anymore! Make me… Make me forget…”
Something surged through Schuldig’s entire body at his
prey’s response to his offer; then he leaned in and kissed the Weiss assassin
for the first time. Yohji just lay still through it; shocked, until Schuldig
stopped kissing him.
“What are you doing…Ahhh!” Yohji’s
eyes went wild as the telepath grabbed him between the legs fiercely.
“Taking payment.”
Yohji stared at the redhead noticing the hunger in those
emerald eyes. “You want to fuck me,” he said with no hesitation, then slowly
glanced away from that heated as as he acknowledged the fact. “Then swipe my
mind and do it.”
The German smirked slowly. “And what fun would that be? I
want you to know that I’m the one
fucking you. I want you to know I’m the one that…”
“Okay! You’ve made your point!” Yohji interrupted nervously.
The Weiss assassin turned his gaze upwards again. “Will you do it afterwards
then?”
Schuldig’s smirk widened as he nipped at Yohji’s lower lip.
“I swear I will.”
Yohji took a deep breath and nodded slowly; watching as the
German’s eyes flickered as he consented.
Schuldig kissed him again. “Now be a good kitten and
cooperate.”
Yohji nodded again and Schuldig raised his body from the
floor, releasing the blond’s body from the pressure of his own as he rose.
Yohji stared into those emerald eyes as the redhead loomed over him. Then a
hand was offered to help him up.
“Stand up,” the German ordered. Yohji grabbed the hand that
was being offered and Schuldig pulled him up from the floor. They stood still
for a few seconds until the telepath grabbed Yohji’s hands with his own and
walked a few steps backwards, bringing Yohji with him. He reached his bed and
sat down on it, allowing Yohji to stand over him. He grinned.
Yohji stood motionless with his arms at his sides staring
down at his enemy, completely clueless of what to do next. Schuldig raised his
hand and grabbed the collar of Yohji’s shirt, pulling him down to meet his
lips. The blond assassin decided to kiss back and as he did he felt something
brush inside his mind; a thought not his own.
Yohji blinked for a few moments, trying to process the
instructions; because that was exactly what they were… instructions. He inhaled deeply once, then
slowly knelt down on the floor in front of the telepath. His fingers played
with the border of Schuldig’s boxers as he proceeded to pull them down. A
string of fear ran through Yohji’s entire being. It was just recently that he
had come to terms with his bisexuality. He had received blowjobs from men
before; even given a few, but this was different. He had never actually slept
with a man before, and if he continued with this that would eventually happen.
If he did this there was no turning back for him. But… there was nothing for
him to go back to.
The black boxers fell to the floor and Yohji felt the heat
creep up on his face as his enemy’s member was revealed to him.
“You like, kitten?” Schuldig mocked slightly but Yohji
didn’t reply. He just stretched his hand forward, taking hold of his enemy and
raising him toward his lips. Schuldig moaned as Yohji licked the tip of his
cock very very slowly; then suddenly the blond engulfed him with his mouth and
started sucking. Schuldig’s head snapped back and his hands smeared themselves
with strands of honey blond hair as he bit his lower lip in an attempt to hold
back a moan. There was no doubt in his mind that Yohji knew exactly what he was
doing.
Schuldig saw sparks of white as the realization hit him. The
head he was cradling in his hands, the mouth that made him wild, they belonged
to Yohji; Weiss’ Balinese.
So much longing… So much desire… Finally…
Finally…
His deepest secret… But he couldn’t let the blond know… He
couldn’t let anyone know.
No…
Not yet, maybe not ever…
“That’s enough!” the redhead suddeyellyelled, grabbing those
soft strands of hair and pulled the other’s head and mouth away from him. He took
a few deep breaths to control himself as he glared at the blond. “I don’t want
to come yet!” he scolded. Yohji’s eyes were as calm as ever and Schuldig’s
glare hardened as he made the blond stand up before him again. The German’s
hands went straight to Yohji’s pants as he unbuttoned them quickly. “Take off
you shoes,” he saThe The black boots were discarded to the side and Schuldig
pulled Yohji’s pants down, complete with underwear and leaned in to trace his
tongue over the blond’s growing member. Yohji placed his hands on the redhead’s
shoulders and moved closer to him as he searched for support, inadvertently
driving his throbbing member deep into the redhead’s throat.
Schuldig gagged for a second and Yohji backed away
instantly. “Are you alright?” he asked immediately with concern.
Schuldig’s eyes widened at the words. Then he slowly rai
his
his head to meet those jade eyes. His heart clenched at the look in Yohji’s
eyes. He could see so much there and for a brief second Schuldig though that
maybe, just maybe, the blond wanted this as much as he did.
Schuldig quickly recovered, letting his thoughts dissolve
inside his mind, then he leaned forward again and bit
down softly to make Yohji moan. The Weiss assassin’s pants and underwear were
quickly removed after this and the telepath rose from the bed, removing his
shirt at the same time making himself completely bare
to Yohji.
The blond stared; and Schuldig witnessed as something raw
appeared in those beautiful jade eyes. Then Yohji did something Schuldig had
never expected. He closed the space between them, placing a tender kiss on the
German’s lips as he removed his remaining clothes by himself.
Schuldig stared at the wonder that was Yohji’s body and
every single coherent thought left his mind. Skin that looked like silk, every
muscle perfectly toned… Amazing…
The blond just looked away avoiding the piercing gaze as a
light tone of rose covered his cheeks. Schuldig noticed and thactiaction only
increased his desire. In one swift motion he grabbed both sides of Yohji’s neck
and kissed him again. Fiercely… devouring… and Yohji responded; opening his
mouth to savor the redhead’s taste.
Yohji found himself retreating at a quickened pace as the
German kept up the assault on his mouth. His back crashed against the wall and
Schuldig’s body met his; their erections pressing together.
It was instant electricity and Yohji felt it. He seized the
German’s head and broke the kiss, snatching the fiery locks between his fingers
as he finally gave in to the burning inside of him. “Ahhh!
I think the bed’s on the other side.”
Schuldig smirked,
emerald eyes full of lust. “So impatient. Besides, I
want to fuck you against the wall.”
Conon fon fell over Yohji. “How the hell are you…”
“Oh, I can hold you… trust me.”
Yohji nodded slowly as heat crept up on his cheeks. The
German latched his mouth to Yohji’s neck, kissing him lightly. Those kisses
traveled down Yohji’s chest until the mouth claimed one of his nipples.
Schuldig’s hands squeezed his buttocks and Yohji let out the soft moan that
he’d been holding. The redhead’s fingers traveled in between his buttocks and
suddenly one of the digits was pressing against his entrance, pushing inside.
“Gah! You’re not using anything!”
Yohji immediately exclaimed at the intrusion.
Schuldig looked a bit annoyed. “I don’t have anything! I
don’t make it a habit to bring my lovers to my place.”
Yohji glared at him. “Then at least let me get used to it!”
A smirk suddenly formed on the German’s lips, letting the
digit slip in further. “As you wish.”
Yohji’s body spasmed against the rough
touch. “Can’t you find anything?!” he begged.
Schuldig frowned slightly and was forced to dactlactly what
he’d been trying to avoid. Leave the blond’s side to go in search for
something. Yohji blinked at how fast the redhead had disappeared. Then he
suddenly realized that the German had left butt naked out the door. He grinned
softly.
Now with the telepath gone, Yohji could finally think
straight for the first time since he had come here. Sex wasn’t what he’d been
searching for by coming here. Some small part of him felt like he was cheating…
NO! He couldn’t think
about that. The pain was still so raw inside him. He had come here with a
purpose and now when the solution was at an arm’s length he refused to let it
go. He would forget; he was determined to forget.
Schuldig suddenly appeared at the door and Yohji glanced at
him for a long second. There was something raw in those emerald eyes. “I
thought you would take the change to escape,” the redhead said.
Yohji slitted his eyes. The thought
of escaping hadn’t even crossed his mind…
The door was closed and locked, and Yohji witnessed as the
telepath walked towards him, the look in his eyes becoming predatory once more.
Their bodies clashed again accompanied by a fierce kiss to which Yohji gave in
quickly. Schuldig managed to open the small le ile in his hands and smeared his
fingers with its contents; never parting his lips from Yohji’s. The bottle was
thrown aside, no longer needed. Schuldig’s left
hand returned to its previous spot between the blond’s buttocks as his right
hand went to his own length, covering it with the lubricant.
Schuldig broke the fiery kiss and bit down on Yohji’s bottom
lip as he pushed his finger inside again. Yohji moaned at the same time as he
wrapped his arms around the redhead’s neck.
“Is that better?” Schuldig asked against his mouth.
“Yes” Yohji
managed to hiss in a low voice.
Schuldig felt a surge of elation rising up in him at the
words and he responded to them by pushing a second finger into the blond and
grazing his prostate.
Yohji moaned even louder, giving in to the probing fingers
that were stretching him. His body spasm against Schuldig’s as his fingers dug
into the German’s back.
It was too much… too much… “God, Kudou!” Schuldig suddenly
breathed out, unable to control himself. Something was eating him from the
inside out and he had to let it out. “You’re so fucking beautiful!”
Yohji’s eyes snapped open at the words; his brain trying to
find some sort of response to them. He opened his mouth but before a single
word could be spoken Schuldig removed the fingers and snatched both his
buttocks, raising him up from the floor with all his strength.
Yohji felt his balance completely vanishing and he had no
other choice but to wrap his legs around the redhead’s waist and to grab his
shoulders for support; inadvertently placing himself in the perfect position.
Yohji’s eyes widened a bit at the feeling of Schuldig’s
hardened cock pressing against his entrance. He held back a moan as he met
those emerald eyes so much like his own for a brief second as a million
thoughts ran through his head. He was suddenly afraid; very afraid… He had been
told it hurt; he didn’t want it to hurt.
“Hush liebling… I’ll take
care of you.”
Emerald orbs looked up at him. Yohji felt lostide ide the
green depths and anticipation rose inside him.
Schuldig grinned and without losing the blond’s piercing
gaze moved his body upwards, burying himself deep inside Yohji’s warmth.
Something between a scream and a moan escaped the blond’s
lips and the sound raised the tiny hairs down Schuldig’s back. Keeping a good
hold on his enemy he pulled back then slammed in again against the tight
passage.
Yohji moaned fully as the stroke grazed his sweet spot. He
closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against the redhead’s.
“You like this kitten? You like having me inside you?”
Schuldig grunted in a primitive way.
Yohji let his arms slide from the redhead’s shoulders down
his back in response, at the same time as Schuldig thrust inside him again.
“Yes!” he moaned loudly against the telepath’s ear. Then he
begged in little above a whisper, “More.”
The word pressed against Schuldig’s thoughts, erasing all
his control. The Schwarz assassin moved away from the wall and retreated
towards his bed, carrying the blond with ease; his length still buried deep
inside the other’s body.
Schuldig’s knees fell on the bed and he lowered Yohji’s body
to the soft surface as he pulled out completely from him. There was a soft moan
of protest, which only caused Schuldig to be more aroused. He loomed over his
enemy, they exchanged looks of green and Schuldig grabbed the blond’s thighs,
spreading his legs open and raising his rear into position again.
He entered the blond again without prior warning, hitting
his prostrate on the first thrust. Yohji snatched a piece of h frh from the
bedding and covered his mouth in ordo hio hide his moaning screams when the
redhead wrapped a hand around his cock and started to combine his thrusts with
the movements of his hand along Yohji’s length.
Schuldig created a rhythm between them and Yohji followed it
the best he could. They exchanged a heated gaze and the blond snatched his
enemy’s hair and locked their lips together. This was so much more than he had
expected. The lust and the heat were so strong… It felt as if they’ve untapped
something hidden deep within his own self; some
strange link; something that was never meant to rise to the surface.
Schuldig could barely take the heat any longer as his entire
being screamed for release. He locked his forehead to Yohji’s and with one last
powerful thrust emptied himself inside the blond’s body. Then reaching a point
where his vision grew white and nothing made sense anymore Yohji cried out,
voicing his own release.
The Weiss assassin collapsed on the bed, feeling the
stickiness of his own semen covering his belly. The telepath smirked at him as
he slowly removed himself from Yohji then slumped beside the blond; exhausted.
No words were spoken as Schuldig raised his head slightly to
press a kiss to Yohji’s lips; they just weren’t necessary. He nuzzled against
the blond’s body, finding some sort of comfor did didn’t even know that he had
been searching for.
And Yohji didn’t push him away.
~~~
Blood, fire and pain…
Yohji’s thoughts were full of this.
Schuldig was keeping his promise as he dug inside the wire
wielder’s mind. The blond’s memories tumbled forward and Schuldig caught them
all; erasing most and altering some. Now that he had claimed ownership of the
blond he refused to let him go, not when he had the chance to keep him. But as
he browsed through those shaky images the reason why the Weiss assassin had
ended up in his bed finally became clear.
There had been an accident.
Schuldig discovered that the other assassin had the
assignment to set off an explosion to destroy evidence of their presence, but
Yohji had pushed the switch too early. And Abyssinian had been caught in the
blast.
By a chance of fate… Just the day
after the blond had confessed his affection towards the katana-wielder.
“I love you too Yohji.
Just not like that.”
By pressing a switch, Yohji had killed the one he loved.
Schuldig erased that love. Killed it.
The next day, when Yohji woke, he would believe that he had
left Weiss to be with Schuldig. And it some twisted way that was exactly what
had happened. The blond would never feel guilty over the accident because he
had forgotten that it had ever happened. No more blood, no more fire, no more
pain…
Schuldig smiled to himself. Yohji belonged to him now. The
one he had been lusting after for as long as he could remember was finally his.
An was was determined to keep it that way from now on.
~~~
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