Playing with the Kitten
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,600
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Playing with the Kitten
*End of Weiss Mission -- The trick: getting out.*
You seem to be lost kitty. The statement resounded in Ken’s head. It wasn’t spoken, it was thought, and it made him want to scratch his brain. In shock, he turned around, trying to find his opponent. He couldn’t quite make out who it was, but Ken had a pretty good idea that it was a Schwartz. And that meant he was screwed.
Finding nothing behind him, he turned to resume the “getting out” part of his mission. Mind you, it wasn’t that easy. The voice that sounded in his head made him shiver. He knew it was true. He was lost, and the com. Had been quiet for some time. Ken wasn’t overly worried, oh no, he was built for this kind of pressure, he was trained for it. Not the voice in your head bit, but he was ignoring that little fact.
You really shouldn’t get yourself lost like that. Someone might find you. There it was again. Ken didn’t turn around this time. He had a strong feeling that whoever it was that was taunting him telepathically was standing close by, waiting for a reaction. Ken took another few steps forward, then, without warning, he whipped around, lashing out in the process. He hit thin air. No one was there.
All of a sudden he heard his tormentor laugh in his brain. It itched. Ha. You really are a playful one aren’t you? He asked. Ken refused to respond, or even acknowledge the voice this time. But when he turned back around to resume his escape, he came face to face with a very shiny and very real handgun. A couple seconds later Ken noticed the person holding the gun, it was then that only one thought could be hear. It was Ken’s and he thought Oh, shit.
Crawford was standing over the gun and maintaining the same emotionless, cold look that he had practically perfected. Practically, because at this moment, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the short brown-haired boy that was standing in front of him, looking at his gun like it was about to jump out of his hand and eat him. Ken didn’t know that Crawford didn’t want to shoot him, Crawford had much more pleasurable things in mind.
When Ken’s eyes reached his own, Crawford took two steps forward. Enough to close the distance almost completely. Ken wasn’t thinking the gun was going to eat him now. Now Ken was well aware of the hungry, predatory look in Crawford’s eyes, and he didn’t know what to make of it.
“I- You- Abasinnian- I was…” Ken stumbled over his words. They came out more like whispers, but Ken finally stopped talking all together when Crawford leaned closer, toward him. Ken was to frightened to move, not only did he have a gun at one temple, but now he had the leader of Schwartz breathing down the coller of his shirt. Ken soon became very aware of the proximity of the other assassin, not to mention the hot breath in his ear.
Crawford chuckled in Ken’s ear. “Come now Kenken, think of it this way, even if I eat you, it wont hurt too terribly much. It might actually feel… nice.”
Ken had jumped when he spoke, but when he felt Crawford’s tounge tracing the shell of his ear; he went to pieces. His legs started to feel like jelly and his eyes instinctively closed. Ken realized exactly what Crawford had called him and he tried to resist. “Don’t call me—“
Ken couldn’t really get out much more than that when he was met with Crawford’s mouth, his lips, covering his own. Ken’s rational thought was gone. He could feel Crawford’s tounge dancing along his lips, practically begging to be let in, and Kenken finally gave in. He opened his mouth to Crawford, but didn’t let him dominate so easily. Ken fought for dominance in the kiss, Ken kissed him with everything he had in him. Crawford won. It was no surprise.
Suddenly the kiss stopped. Crawford had pulled away. But before leaving, he licked Ken’s ear again, winning a shudder. “You do taste good, Kenken. Maybe eating you isn’t such a bad idea after all,” Crawford said with a smirk. Ken didn’t even realize he had gone.
Out of nowhere a door at the side of the room banged open. Ken didn’t even flinch at the sound of metal scraping metal. Aya, Omi and Youji were all standing in the door, ready to fight. It was Omi that spoke first.
“What’s the deal Ken-kun? We’ve been trying to get you for the last 5 minutes, but you weren’t answering.”
*I know I know... short chapter... but I', sorta... testing the waters as it were... if the responce is good, i'll be motivated to write more...* (HINT HINT)
You seem to be lost kitty. The statement resounded in Ken’s head. It wasn’t spoken, it was thought, and it made him want to scratch his brain. In shock, he turned around, trying to find his opponent. He couldn’t quite make out who it was, but Ken had a pretty good idea that it was a Schwartz. And that meant he was screwed.
Finding nothing behind him, he turned to resume the “getting out” part of his mission. Mind you, it wasn’t that easy. The voice that sounded in his head made him shiver. He knew it was true. He was lost, and the com. Had been quiet for some time. Ken wasn’t overly worried, oh no, he was built for this kind of pressure, he was trained for it. Not the voice in your head bit, but he was ignoring that little fact.
You really shouldn’t get yourself lost like that. Someone might find you. There it was again. Ken didn’t turn around this time. He had a strong feeling that whoever it was that was taunting him telepathically was standing close by, waiting for a reaction. Ken took another few steps forward, then, without warning, he whipped around, lashing out in the process. He hit thin air. No one was there.
All of a sudden he heard his tormentor laugh in his brain. It itched. Ha. You really are a playful one aren’t you? He asked. Ken refused to respond, or even acknowledge the voice this time. But when he turned back around to resume his escape, he came face to face with a very shiny and very real handgun. A couple seconds later Ken noticed the person holding the gun, it was then that only one thought could be hear. It was Ken’s and he thought Oh, shit.
Crawford was standing over the gun and maintaining the same emotionless, cold look that he had practically perfected. Practically, because at this moment, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the short brown-haired boy that was standing in front of him, looking at his gun like it was about to jump out of his hand and eat him. Ken didn’t know that Crawford didn’t want to shoot him, Crawford had much more pleasurable things in mind.
When Ken’s eyes reached his own, Crawford took two steps forward. Enough to close the distance almost completely. Ken wasn’t thinking the gun was going to eat him now. Now Ken was well aware of the hungry, predatory look in Crawford’s eyes, and he didn’t know what to make of it.
“I- You- Abasinnian- I was…” Ken stumbled over his words. They came out more like whispers, but Ken finally stopped talking all together when Crawford leaned closer, toward him. Ken was to frightened to move, not only did he have a gun at one temple, but now he had the leader of Schwartz breathing down the coller of his shirt. Ken soon became very aware of the proximity of the other assassin, not to mention the hot breath in his ear.
Crawford chuckled in Ken’s ear. “Come now Kenken, think of it this way, even if I eat you, it wont hurt too terribly much. It might actually feel… nice.”
Ken had jumped when he spoke, but when he felt Crawford’s tounge tracing the shell of his ear; he went to pieces. His legs started to feel like jelly and his eyes instinctively closed. Ken realized exactly what Crawford had called him and he tried to resist. “Don’t call me—“
Ken couldn’t really get out much more than that when he was met with Crawford’s mouth, his lips, covering his own. Ken’s rational thought was gone. He could feel Crawford’s tounge dancing along his lips, practically begging to be let in, and Kenken finally gave in. He opened his mouth to Crawford, but didn’t let him dominate so easily. Ken fought for dominance in the kiss, Ken kissed him with everything he had in him. Crawford won. It was no surprise.
Suddenly the kiss stopped. Crawford had pulled away. But before leaving, he licked Ken’s ear again, winning a shudder. “You do taste good, Kenken. Maybe eating you isn’t such a bad idea after all,” Crawford said with a smirk. Ken didn’t even realize he had gone.
Out of nowhere a door at the side of the room banged open. Ken didn’t even flinch at the sound of metal scraping metal. Aya, Omi and Youji were all standing in the door, ready to fight. It was Omi that spoke first.
“What’s the deal Ken-kun? We’ve been trying to get you for the last 5 minutes, but you weren’t answering.”
*I know I know... short chapter... but I', sorta... testing the waters as it were... if the responce is good, i'll be motivated to write more...* (HINT HINT)