f�r mein schatzi
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,039
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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.
f�r mein schatzi
(Quicky for my Schätzchen)
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He awoke in an unfamiliar room, a constricting band of leather snapped around his neck. He reached up to tug at it, and discovered similar leather manacles attached to his wrists. A visual and tactile inspection of his strange bonds revealed that they had no buckles or any sort of fastenings - it was as though they had simply grown around his neck and limbs. The only discrepancies were the presence of D-rings on both his wrists and ankles, and his curious lack of clothing.
He took a moment to take a closer look at his surroundings. The room was windowless, the walls featureless. In fact, the entire space was utterly bare, save the extravagantly large bed. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the bed was large for a purpose. At each of it's four corners lay an innocuous looking strap made of nylon, with a hook at the end like those that attached to dog leashes.
The straps reached towards him from each corner, laying perfectly flat against the smooth, dark blue sheets. It looked picturesque; inanely flawless.
He drew his legs up closer to his body, reveling quietly in the feel of the silk against his bare feet and posed elegantly, enjoying the look of the dark leather cuffs against the pale skin of his ankles and his small toes against the backdrop of blue silk beneath him.
A segment of the wall parted from it's neighbor and swung open, revealing the last person he would have expected such devilry from. They gazed at one another from across the room.
"Weiß."
"Schwarz."
It was a simple acknowledgement of one to the other; nothing more and nothing less.
A delicate smirk graced the features of the figure in the entranceway. It looked out of place on such a passive countenance, and he finally spared a thought to why he was there.
With a liquid movement, the one in the door stepped forward, his years of lethality evident in his every movement, from the quick surveillance of the room to the flick of a delicate wrist against the door, sending it gliding back into it's setting silently.
"Now, we will play."
In the seconds before one refined hand reached up to turn the switch that controled the over-head light, the one on the bed realized that his new partner was bedecked just as he was; entirely nude save for the five dark blemishes at his wrists, ankles, and neck.
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I noticed something cute. X3 Kätzchen and Schätzchen, they rhyme.
NOTE: This was written while listening to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3puIUukno9A
...Try to picture that. For me. X3
(If this is weird in any way, it's because I was literally falling asleep above the keyboard, and couldn't quite keep track of what I was writing.)
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He awoke in an unfamiliar room, a constricting band of leather snapped around his neck. He reached up to tug at it, and discovered similar leather manacles attached to his wrists. A visual and tactile inspection of his strange bonds revealed that they had no buckles or any sort of fastenings - it was as though they had simply grown around his neck and limbs. The only discrepancies were the presence of D-rings on both his wrists and ankles, and his curious lack of clothing.
He took a moment to take a closer look at his surroundings. The room was windowless, the walls featureless. In fact, the entire space was utterly bare, save the extravagantly large bed. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the bed was large for a purpose. At each of it's four corners lay an innocuous looking strap made of nylon, with a hook at the end like those that attached to dog leashes.
The straps reached towards him from each corner, laying perfectly flat against the smooth, dark blue sheets. It looked picturesque; inanely flawless.
He drew his legs up closer to his body, reveling quietly in the feel of the silk against his bare feet and posed elegantly, enjoying the look of the dark leather cuffs against the pale skin of his ankles and his small toes against the backdrop of blue silk beneath him.
A segment of the wall parted from it's neighbor and swung open, revealing the last person he would have expected such devilry from. They gazed at one another from across the room.
"Weiß."
"Schwarz."
It was a simple acknowledgement of one to the other; nothing more and nothing less.
A delicate smirk graced the features of the figure in the entranceway. It looked out of place on such a passive countenance, and he finally spared a thought to why he was there.
With a liquid movement, the one in the door stepped forward, his years of lethality evident in his every movement, from the quick surveillance of the room to the flick of a delicate wrist against the door, sending it gliding back into it's setting silently.
"Now, we will play."
In the seconds before one refined hand reached up to turn the switch that controled the over-head light, the one on the bed realized that his new partner was bedecked just as he was; entirely nude save for the five dark blemishes at his wrists, ankles, and neck.
---
I noticed something cute. X3 Kätzchen and Schätzchen, they rhyme.
NOTE: This was written while listening to this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3puIUukno9A
...Try to picture that. For me. X3
(If this is weird in any way, it's because I was literally falling asleep above the keyboard, and couldn't quite keep track of what I was writing.)