#16 "Always Listen to the Teacher" (Schuldig and Ken, Weiss Kreuz)
Pairing/Fandom: Schuldig x Ken (Weiß Kreuz)
Title: Always Listen to the Teacher
Author/Artist: Aionwatha
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz and its characters do not belong to me. I’m borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Note: priss368 asked me for a spanking. A spanking she will get (though I doubt she remembers).
[xposted in 30_lemons, schuken, and _aionwatha_]
~*~ many thanks to mami_san for beta-reading! ~*~
“You seem restless.”
Schuldig looked up from his cup of coffee. His fingers were tapping rhythmically on the table, drumming to some fast, inner beat. He had been doing that for some time, long enough to make Crawford lower his newspaper and glance at him.
“And you have a knack for stating the obvious,” Schuldig replied.
The American only considered him calmly for some time.
“I’m bored out of my mind,” Schuldig snorted at his own pun. “I need a good lay or something.”
“You do,” Crawford agreed, straight faced. Schuldig did a mental stumble and then broke into a large grin. It was a rare thing, seeing Crawford’s humor at work. He laughed.
“You volunteering?” he wanted to know.
“Not a chance,” was the smooth reply and the newspaper was snapped open once more. “But I have an undercover mission ready on my desk. You should find it… interesting.”
Interest awakened by the seemingly offhanded comment, Schuldig got up, taking his mug of coffee with him, and made his way to Crawford’s office. As the precognitive had said, a manila folder sat on top of his desk, just out of place enough for Schuldig to notice. He picked it up and sat on the edge of the desk, opening it with no little amount of curiosity.
He turned a few pages, lips curving up as he did. This was exactly what he needed.
He left the office, heading to his room to get ready.
“Don’t get fired on your first day,” Crawford warned, but the door closed behind the redhead, and the American couldn’t be sure he had been heard. Putting the papers down, he cleared his mind of thoughts, waiting for the vision that would confirm that he had made a good move.
Satisfied, he returned to the newspaper, sipping his coffee calmly. Things would prove interesting.
---
“And that is why Germans are so much better than the rest of the world and we should have world domination.” Schuldig nodded in what he thought was a wise manner, tiny little gold-ringed glasses perched smartly on the tip of his nose. He didn’t remember where he got them from, and frankly didn’t care. They made him look smart.
The door suddenly burst open and a young man all but ran in, obviously out of breath. “I’m sorry, I’m late, I…” He looked up, blanched, and floundered mentally, eyes wide and mouth working soundlessly.
“Ah…” Schuldig’s eyes raked appreciatively over the teenager’s form. So it was the Siberian who had come. Nice. Athletic body, not too muscular, a bit on the wiry side, but all lean and strong muscles. His job had just gotten a lot more interesting. He made a show of looking over the student list. “Hidaka Ken, is it? Please have a seat.” He indicated an empty chair in the front row.
“I… You… How…Why are you…” Ken looked like he had just seen an alien; Schuldig thought of his alien registration card and chuckled. Maybe he was one to cute little Japanese boys after all.
“I’m sure that whatever you have to say can wait until after class. Now close that mouth of yours if you don’t want me to take advantage of it. Be a good boy and sit down so I can resume my lesson.”
Dumbfounded, Ken could only nod and sit down where Schuldig had told him to.
The German grinned, quite happy at how things were turning out. He made up a whole lot more of bullshit to get him through the three-hour lecture, and finally dismissed the class with a wink and wave, taking off the glasses which made his vision blurry anyway. Students filed out, chattering uncomfortably, wondering what was going on. Ken gathered his stuff and prepared to leave, but Schuldig caught his arm and grinned at him.
He saw the uncertainty in his eyes, tasted the fear in his thoughts, and it was all good.
“Now, about what you wanted to discuss…” he started, and looked up as the last students left, excusing themselves and closing the door behind them. The minute the door was closed, his smile grew positively feral. “… your desk or mine?”
Ken blinked at him, taken aback. If he was expecting something, this wasn’t it. “I’m sorry?” he asked blankly.
Schuldig grinned and grabbed his chin, pulling him forward to kiss him. Ken tensed, trying to get away, but Schuldig wouldn’t let him. His mouth was insistent, his fingers bruising. His other arm wrapped around Ken’s waist. Ken pushed against his chest with his hands. He was stronger than he looked and Schuldig stepped back - for the moment.
They eyed each other, Ken looking troubled, confused, and distrustful; Schuldig grinning and looking pleased with himself. Ken wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater.
“You kissed me!” He frowned at Schuldig. “Why did you kiss me?”
The German shrugged. “I felt like it,” he answered easily, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Ken looked completely confused. “Why?”
Schuldig grinned. “’Cause you’re cute and you’re here and I…” He advanced on Ken, and the younger man took a step back, bumping into a desk and reaching back to it to steady himself. “…I want to see what cute sounds you will make when I’m deep inside you.”
Ken blushed floridly and Schuldig closed the distance between them, leaning on the desk, hands on either side of the younger man. Ken’s teal eyes were wide and his mouth agape and Schuldig couldn’t resist taking advantage of that.
Whatever protests Ken might have had were muffled in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Schuldig pushed his tongue into Ken’s mouth, sliding it over Ken’s as he pressed his body against the younger man. The kiss was dominating, sensual and carnal. When Schuldig finally pulled away, Ken was panting, eyes closed, fingers tightening on Schuldig’s shoulders for something solid to hang on to. The German chuckled softly and leaned in to nip at Ken’s ear. His tongue traced the line of his jaw down to the side of his neck. Ken whimpered softly.
Schuldig pulled away to grin at him. “That’s more like it!”
Ken’s eyes snapped open, wide and uncertain. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of deep confusion. Schuldig’s grin pulled wider. Oh, how he liked tormenting this poor, innocent kitten! He decided to see just how much he could push Ken before the younger man snapped. He tilted his head and orange hair spilled on his face like silk strands.
“You are such a naughty boy, Kenken,” he drawled. “Such a naughty, naughty boy…” He tsked softly. Ken lowered his head, looking the perfect part of a sullen child. Schuldig smirked and nipped at Ken’s neck. “I should punish you for resisting me like this… You should always listen to what your teacher says. You bad, naughty boy.”
And with that, he spun Ken around. His hand found the closest useable object - a ruler - and he brought it flat against Ken’s behind.
The younger man cried out in surprise and outrage. “The fuck you doing?!”
Ken tried to twist around, but Schuldig pushed him down and squeezed the back of the young assassin’s neck.
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not how you should talk, kitten…”
Schuldig breathed in Ken’s ear and was satisfied to see the younger man shiver softly. He pressed his body against Ken’s back.
“You should say: ‘Yes, Sensei.’”
Ken growled. “Like hell I will-Aah!”
Schuldig had spanked him again with the ruler. The telepath could feel his disbelief and bewilderment and it tasted like pure honey. He grinned. “What was that? I couldn’t hear…” He smacked him again and Ken cried out again. The boy made such beautiful sounds. Man, he was getting so hard!
“Stop that, it fucking hurts!” Ken growled at him and Schuldig hit him again.
“That’s no way to talk to your teacher, you know. Ah, young people these days…” He spanked him again.
“Alright, alright, I’ll say it, just stop hitting me!”
Schuldig was disappointed. He thought it would take a lot more than that to break the Siberian. Then he reached out inside the boy’s mind and he slowly grinned. He gave his ass one more little smack.
“You like this! Don’t you, little kitten? Naughty, naughty!”
He laughed and smacked him again while Ken groaned and buried his face in his arms, hiding his blush. But Schuldig could see it anyway - the boy was red to the tip of his ears. He gave him a few more spanks before putting the ruler down. His hands settled on Ken’s hips and he pressed forward, letting the younger man feel just how much this was turning him on.
Ken cried out in surprise, squeaking out a strangled: “Sch-Schuldig!!” as he twisted his head around to look at him. The German telepath grabbed his chin and kissed him then, hot and demanding, and this time, there was only a slight hesitation before Ken’s jaw went slack and he moaned into the kiss.
Schuldig took a step back without letting go of the kiss to leave Ken just enough space so the younger man could twist around and face him. As soon as the young assassin was more or less facing him, he pressed against him, relishing the deep, throaty moan that escaped Ken as the younger man broke the kiss to pant harshly. Schuldig attacked his neck, nipping and sucking at it.
Ken tried to push him away slightly, more out of the need to ask for reasons, explanations, anything to help with the complete confusion he felt. But Schuldig was sucking at the indentation of his collarbones and all Ken could do was gasp and pant harshly. Schuldig grabbed his ass and pulled him up onto the desk before reaching between them to undo Ken’s pants.
Ken’s hands gripped Schuldig’s shoulders painfully and he widened his legs to let Schuldig lean between them. Their hips brushed and Schuldig grinned when he heard the soft mewly moan that escaped Ken’s throat. He pushed one hand inside Ken’s jeans and boxers, pulling him up as his other hand tugged the clothes off roughly. The cold desk against his backside made the younger man gasp and the telepath chuckled softly. He stepped away to get the pants and boots off, leaving a semi-naked Ken panting on the desk with his legs spread, showing an impressive erection.
The younger man made to cover himself but Schuldig intercepted the hands as he pushed his hips between Ken’s once more. He nipped at his jaw, reaching back into his pockets to retrieve the small packet of lubricant he kept there. He shrugged out of his jacket and ripped the plastic foil open, pouring some on his hand.
Ken looked at him uncertainly. Were they really going to do this? Ken could see no reason for Schuldig to do something like this except to fuck him up even worse than he was already.
The German gave him a little snort but said nothing to confirm or contradict Ken’s guess. All he did was undo his pants and lubricate himself, grinning hungrily at the younger man. The young assassin lowered his eyes, blushing in spite of himself. Schuldig pulled his legs sharply, making Ken fall back against the desk, elbows connecting with the wood painfully. He was about to protest, but then the telepath was entering him, and Ken cried out.
Suddenly, the intrusion was gone, only to come back, a little deeper this time. Ken gasped, letting out a little moan of pleasure and pain. Schuldig pushed inside one more time, not stopping this time until he was completely in.
Ken tried to sit up, but the German stopped him with a hand to his throat, pulling nearly completely out only to slam in again. Ken moaned.
“You’re quite the naughty kitten,” the telepath informed him. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of kinky stuff.” He squeezed Ken’s throat harder. “This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”
Ken’s only answer was a throaty moan as Schuldig thrust in and tightened his grip even further. One of the younger man’s hands went to clutch at Schuldig’s wrist but he didn’t pull him away from his throat. His other hand was supporting his weight now and the desk his ass rested on made a banging sound against the one next to it every time Schuldig drove into him.
Ken shifted his hips and cried out sharply as the German brushed against his prostate. His legs circled Schuldig’s hips, locking at the ankles.
“Oh gods!” was all he could manage, so he said it again. “Oh gods, Schuldig!”
The telepath smirked at him. “Like that, little kitty?” His tone was mocking, but he pushed in again and the younger man had to let go of his wrist to clutch at the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from sliding too far up.
Schuldig gave a few more thrusts, hard and fast, and Ken cried out, feeling something hot and burning twist inside of him, a hunger for release such as he had never experienced before. There was definitely something to be said about being fucked by an enemy who could kill you anytime - or maybe it was the hand at his throat, he couldn’t care and was way past caring.
Schuldig leaned down and bit his collarbone, making Ken arch away from the pain. The German let go of his throat to grab his hips with both hands. He pulled hard, snapping his pelvis forward, and the younger man cried out in both pleasure and pain.
He did it two more times and Ken felt about to go crazy from the pleasure. He pushed himself up to wrap his arms tightly around the back of the German’s neck. He gave Schuldig’s jaw a lazy suck before whispering fervently in his ear. “Harder!” To add more incentive, he stuck a pleading: “please!” that was both begging and urging.
Schuldig grinned. He grabbed the younger man’s ass tightly, fingernails digging in the firm flesh of Ken’s butt cheeks as he rammed into him once more. Ken gave a helpless sob.
“Yes, like that! Again, please, do that again!!”
And really, who would refuse a request like this when you had a sexy half-naked brunette squeezing around your cock and begging for more? The German gave a few more vicious thrusts and Ken reached between them to grab his erection, pulling at it desperately, his rhythm broken and hectic. Schuldig could feel him reach the edge and he let go of his hip to grab hold of Ken’s cock, hard. The younger man gave a pleading cry but Schuldig only smirked at him.
“You’re going to have to wait for me, you selfish bastard,” he informed the younger man. Ken definitely needed to get laid a lot more often if he still came this easily. Fortunately for him, they both had to stay undercover in this school for a while. Ken was responsive and athletic, and Schuldig had no qualms about using his supple body to alleviate the boredom.
He raked the body before him with an appreciative look, keeping his hand firmly around Ken’s erection as he pushed deeper into him again. The former J-leaguer cried out and Schuldig liked the sound, so he did it again.
Soon, Ken was letting out a litany of moans and cries, writhing helplessly on the desk. It was nearly enough to make Schuldig come, yet… Yet it could be ever so much sexier…
“Do you want to come, Weiß?” he asked, and Ken could only nod with a choked sob. Schuldig gave him a victorious grin - and pulled away.
The younger man made a desperate sound deep in his throat, but the German was sauntering to his own desk, where he pulled the chair out and sat down. He smirked at the confusion in Ken’s eyes and patted his lap invitingly.
Ken’s eyes widened in understanding and his cheeks went red. He made his way to Schuldig nonetheless, earning a grin from the telepath. Careful to avoid looking in the older man’s piercing blue eyes, Ken climbed on his lap, and gasped when Schuldig grabbed his ass cheek with one hand. He steadied his erection with the other and let the brunette sit on it, relishing the long needy moan the younger man let out as Schuldig sank into him again.
This new position let Ken decide the pace and made him appear to be in control, but that meant the younger man wouldn’t be able to claim that Schuldig forced him - not even to himself. Ken grit his teeth and pulled up slightly, then sat down. Schuldig’s hands settled on his ass, grabbing the cheeks roughly to heave the younger man up, before letting him lower his hips on the telepath’s erection again.
The pace that had slowed down with the change of position picked up again and Ken soon found himself bouncing quite erotically on Schuldig’s lap. His higher position allowed the German complete access to his chest and he took good advantage of that, nipping and sucking at the golden skin before him.
Ken was supporting his weight with his legs folded on either side of the telepath, powerful muscles pushing him up and down Schuldig’s shaft. His fingers dug in the German’s shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, and the endless flow of moans and soft begging sounds escaping the brunette’s throat were like music to Schuldig’s ears. He felt the younger man reach his peak, but this time, he did nothing to prevent it. Ken went over the edge, arching his neck back with a throaty moan. His muscles tightened around Schuldig, making him curse. The telepath thrust into him two, three, four more times, and he came as well.
They sat for a while, simply listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down. Finally, Ken moved away. He backed off from Schuldig and stood uncertainly.
“What was… that all about?” he wanted to know. He felt something dripping between his legs and he winced. The telepath could read Ken’s hesitation to even wonder what he felt about having Schuldig’s semen trickling down his inner thighs.
The German shrugged, getting up and fixing his pants. “I was bored and you were there.”
Ken growled menacingly, but the German only laughed. “Save it, Weiß,” he said, amused. “You enjoyed it too. And I’ll be bored again tomorrow, so you’d better not skip class or I’ll report you.”
He brushed by Ken, retrieved his jacket and put it on, feeling the younger man’s intense gaze on his back. Once he was out of the room, he heard Ken curse loudly. He felt the younger man’s anger and confusion, but also his want and desire.
And it was all good.
~Owari.
Title: Always Listen to the Teacher
Author/Artist: Aionwatha
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz and its characters do not belong to me. I’m borrowing them for a bit of fun.
Note: priss368 asked me for a spanking. A spanking she will get (though I doubt she remembers).
[xposted in 30_lemons, schuken, and _aionwatha_]
~*~ many thanks to mami_san for beta-reading! ~*~
“You seem restless.”
Schuldig looked up from his cup of coffee. His fingers were tapping rhythmically on the table, drumming to some fast, inner beat. He had been doing that for some time, long enough to make Crawford lower his newspaper and glance at him.
“And you have a knack for stating the obvious,” Schuldig replied.
The American only considered him calmly for some time.
“I’m bored out of my mind,” Schuldig snorted at his own pun. “I need a good lay or something.”
“You do,” Crawford agreed, straight faced. Schuldig did a mental stumble and then broke into a large grin. It was a rare thing, seeing Crawford’s humor at work. He laughed.
“You volunteering?” he wanted to know.
“Not a chance,” was the smooth reply and the newspaper was snapped open once more. “But I have an undercover mission ready on my desk. You should find it… interesting.”
Interest awakened by the seemingly offhanded comment, Schuldig got up, taking his mug of coffee with him, and made his way to Crawford’s office. As the precognitive had said, a manila folder sat on top of his desk, just out of place enough for Schuldig to notice. He picked it up and sat on the edge of the desk, opening it with no little amount of curiosity.
He turned a few pages, lips curving up as he did. This was exactly what he needed.
He left the office, heading to his room to get ready.
“Don’t get fired on your first day,” Crawford warned, but the door closed behind the redhead, and the American couldn’t be sure he had been heard. Putting the papers down, he cleared his mind of thoughts, waiting for the vision that would confirm that he had made a good move.
Satisfied, he returned to the newspaper, sipping his coffee calmly. Things would prove interesting.
---
“And that is why Germans are so much better than the rest of the world and we should have world domination.” Schuldig nodded in what he thought was a wise manner, tiny little gold-ringed glasses perched smartly on the tip of his nose. He didn’t remember where he got them from, and frankly didn’t care. They made him look smart.
The door suddenly burst open and a young man all but ran in, obviously out of breath. “I’m sorry, I’m late, I…” He looked up, blanched, and floundered mentally, eyes wide and mouth working soundlessly.
“Ah…” Schuldig’s eyes raked appreciatively over the teenager’s form. So it was the Siberian who had come. Nice. Athletic body, not too muscular, a bit on the wiry side, but all lean and strong muscles. His job had just gotten a lot more interesting. He made a show of looking over the student list. “Hidaka Ken, is it? Please have a seat.” He indicated an empty chair in the front row.
“I… You… How…Why are you…” Ken looked like he had just seen an alien; Schuldig thought of his alien registration card and chuckled. Maybe he was one to cute little Japanese boys after all.
“I’m sure that whatever you have to say can wait until after class. Now close that mouth of yours if you don’t want me to take advantage of it. Be a good boy and sit down so I can resume my lesson.”
Dumbfounded, Ken could only nod and sit down where Schuldig had told him to.
The German grinned, quite happy at how things were turning out. He made up a whole lot more of bullshit to get him through the three-hour lecture, and finally dismissed the class with a wink and wave, taking off the glasses which made his vision blurry anyway. Students filed out, chattering uncomfortably, wondering what was going on. Ken gathered his stuff and prepared to leave, but Schuldig caught his arm and grinned at him.
He saw the uncertainty in his eyes, tasted the fear in his thoughts, and it was all good.
“Now, about what you wanted to discuss…” he started, and looked up as the last students left, excusing themselves and closing the door behind them. The minute the door was closed, his smile grew positively feral. “… your desk or mine?”
Ken blinked at him, taken aback. If he was expecting something, this wasn’t it. “I’m sorry?” he asked blankly.
Schuldig grinned and grabbed his chin, pulling him forward to kiss him. Ken tensed, trying to get away, but Schuldig wouldn’t let him. His mouth was insistent, his fingers bruising. His other arm wrapped around Ken’s waist. Ken pushed against his chest with his hands. He was stronger than he looked and Schuldig stepped back - for the moment.
They eyed each other, Ken looking troubled, confused, and distrustful; Schuldig grinning and looking pleased with himself. Ken wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater.
“You kissed me!” He frowned at Schuldig. “Why did you kiss me?”
The German shrugged. “I felt like it,” he answered easily, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Ken looked completely confused. “Why?”
Schuldig grinned. “’Cause you’re cute and you’re here and I…” He advanced on Ken, and the younger man took a step back, bumping into a desk and reaching back to it to steady himself. “…I want to see what cute sounds you will make when I’m deep inside you.”
Ken blushed floridly and Schuldig closed the distance between them, leaning on the desk, hands on either side of the younger man. Ken’s teal eyes were wide and his mouth agape and Schuldig couldn’t resist taking advantage of that.
Whatever protests Ken might have had were muffled in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Schuldig pushed his tongue into Ken’s mouth, sliding it over Ken’s as he pressed his body against the younger man. The kiss was dominating, sensual and carnal. When Schuldig finally pulled away, Ken was panting, eyes closed, fingers tightening on Schuldig’s shoulders for something solid to hang on to. The German chuckled softly and leaned in to nip at Ken’s ear. His tongue traced the line of his jaw down to the side of his neck. Ken whimpered softly.
Schuldig pulled away to grin at him. “That’s more like it!”
Ken’s eyes snapped open, wide and uncertain. His thoughts were a jumbled mass of deep confusion. Schuldig’s grin pulled wider. Oh, how he liked tormenting this poor, innocent kitten! He decided to see just how much he could push Ken before the younger man snapped. He tilted his head and orange hair spilled on his face like silk strands.
“You are such a naughty boy, Kenken,” he drawled. “Such a naughty, naughty boy…” He tsked softly. Ken lowered his head, looking the perfect part of a sullen child. Schuldig smirked and nipped at Ken’s neck. “I should punish you for resisting me like this… You should always listen to what your teacher says. You bad, naughty boy.”
And with that, he spun Ken around. His hand found the closest useable object - a ruler - and he brought it flat against Ken’s behind.
The younger man cried out in surprise and outrage. “The fuck you doing?!”
Ken tried to twist around, but Schuldig pushed him down and squeezed the back of the young assassin’s neck.
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not how you should talk, kitten…”
Schuldig breathed in Ken’s ear and was satisfied to see the younger man shiver softly. He pressed his body against Ken’s back.
“You should say: ‘Yes, Sensei.’”
Ken growled. “Like hell I will-Aah!”
Schuldig had spanked him again with the ruler. The telepath could feel his disbelief and bewilderment and it tasted like pure honey. He grinned. “What was that? I couldn’t hear…” He smacked him again and Ken cried out again. The boy made such beautiful sounds. Man, he was getting so hard!
“Stop that, it fucking hurts!” Ken growled at him and Schuldig hit him again.
“That’s no way to talk to your teacher, you know. Ah, young people these days…” He spanked him again.
“Alright, alright, I’ll say it, just stop hitting me!”
Schuldig was disappointed. He thought it would take a lot more than that to break the Siberian. Then he reached out inside the boy’s mind and he slowly grinned. He gave his ass one more little smack.
“You like this! Don’t you, little kitten? Naughty, naughty!”
He laughed and smacked him again while Ken groaned and buried his face in his arms, hiding his blush. But Schuldig could see it anyway - the boy was red to the tip of his ears. He gave him a few more spanks before putting the ruler down. His hands settled on Ken’s hips and he pressed forward, letting the younger man feel just how much this was turning him on.
Ken cried out in surprise, squeaking out a strangled: “Sch-Schuldig!!” as he twisted his head around to look at him. The German telepath grabbed his chin and kissed him then, hot and demanding, and this time, there was only a slight hesitation before Ken’s jaw went slack and he moaned into the kiss.
Schuldig took a step back without letting go of the kiss to leave Ken just enough space so the younger man could twist around and face him. As soon as the young assassin was more or less facing him, he pressed against him, relishing the deep, throaty moan that escaped Ken as the younger man broke the kiss to pant harshly. Schuldig attacked his neck, nipping and sucking at it.
Ken tried to push him away slightly, more out of the need to ask for reasons, explanations, anything to help with the complete confusion he felt. But Schuldig was sucking at the indentation of his collarbones and all Ken could do was gasp and pant harshly. Schuldig grabbed his ass and pulled him up onto the desk before reaching between them to undo Ken’s pants.
Ken’s hands gripped Schuldig’s shoulders painfully and he widened his legs to let Schuldig lean between them. Their hips brushed and Schuldig grinned when he heard the soft mewly moan that escaped Ken’s throat. He pushed one hand inside Ken’s jeans and boxers, pulling him up as his other hand tugged the clothes off roughly. The cold desk against his backside made the younger man gasp and the telepath chuckled softly. He stepped away to get the pants and boots off, leaving a semi-naked Ken panting on the desk with his legs spread, showing an impressive erection.
The younger man made to cover himself but Schuldig intercepted the hands as he pushed his hips between Ken’s once more. He nipped at his jaw, reaching back into his pockets to retrieve the small packet of lubricant he kept there. He shrugged out of his jacket and ripped the plastic foil open, pouring some on his hand.
Ken looked at him uncertainly. Were they really going to do this? Ken could see no reason for Schuldig to do something like this except to fuck him up even worse than he was already.
The German gave him a little snort but said nothing to confirm or contradict Ken’s guess. All he did was undo his pants and lubricate himself, grinning hungrily at the younger man. The young assassin lowered his eyes, blushing in spite of himself. Schuldig pulled his legs sharply, making Ken fall back against the desk, elbows connecting with the wood painfully. He was about to protest, but then the telepath was entering him, and Ken cried out.
Suddenly, the intrusion was gone, only to come back, a little deeper this time. Ken gasped, letting out a little moan of pleasure and pain. Schuldig pushed inside one more time, not stopping this time until he was completely in.
Ken tried to sit up, but the German stopped him with a hand to his throat, pulling nearly completely out only to slam in again. Ken moaned.
“You’re quite the naughty kitten,” the telepath informed him. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of kinky stuff.” He squeezed Ken’s throat harder. “This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”
Ken’s only answer was a throaty moan as Schuldig thrust in and tightened his grip even further. One of the younger man’s hands went to clutch at Schuldig’s wrist but he didn’t pull him away from his throat. His other hand was supporting his weight now and the desk his ass rested on made a banging sound against the one next to it every time Schuldig drove into him.
Ken shifted his hips and cried out sharply as the German brushed against his prostate. His legs circled Schuldig’s hips, locking at the ankles.
“Oh gods!” was all he could manage, so he said it again. “Oh gods, Schuldig!”
The telepath smirked at him. “Like that, little kitty?” His tone was mocking, but he pushed in again and the younger man had to let go of his wrist to clutch at the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as he tried to keep himself from sliding too far up.
Schuldig gave a few more thrusts, hard and fast, and Ken cried out, feeling something hot and burning twist inside of him, a hunger for release such as he had never experienced before. There was definitely something to be said about being fucked by an enemy who could kill you anytime - or maybe it was the hand at his throat, he couldn’t care and was way past caring.
Schuldig leaned down and bit his collarbone, making Ken arch away from the pain. The German let go of his throat to grab his hips with both hands. He pulled hard, snapping his pelvis forward, and the younger man cried out in both pleasure and pain.
He did it two more times and Ken felt about to go crazy from the pleasure. He pushed himself up to wrap his arms tightly around the back of the German’s neck. He gave Schuldig’s jaw a lazy suck before whispering fervently in his ear. “Harder!” To add more incentive, he stuck a pleading: “please!” that was both begging and urging.
Schuldig grinned. He grabbed the younger man’s ass tightly, fingernails digging in the firm flesh of Ken’s butt cheeks as he rammed into him once more. Ken gave a helpless sob.
“Yes, like that! Again, please, do that again!!”
And really, who would refuse a request like this when you had a sexy half-naked brunette squeezing around your cock and begging for more? The German gave a few more vicious thrusts and Ken reached between them to grab his erection, pulling at it desperately, his rhythm broken and hectic. Schuldig could feel him reach the edge and he let go of his hip to grab hold of Ken’s cock, hard. The younger man gave a pleading cry but Schuldig only smirked at him.
“You’re going to have to wait for me, you selfish bastard,” he informed the younger man. Ken definitely needed to get laid a lot more often if he still came this easily. Fortunately for him, they both had to stay undercover in this school for a while. Ken was responsive and athletic, and Schuldig had no qualms about using his supple body to alleviate the boredom.
He raked the body before him with an appreciative look, keeping his hand firmly around Ken’s erection as he pushed deeper into him again. The former J-leaguer cried out and Schuldig liked the sound, so he did it again.
Soon, Ken was letting out a litany of moans and cries, writhing helplessly on the desk. It was nearly enough to make Schuldig come, yet… Yet it could be ever so much sexier…
“Do you want to come, Weiß?” he asked, and Ken could only nod with a choked sob. Schuldig gave him a victorious grin - and pulled away.
The younger man made a desperate sound deep in his throat, but the German was sauntering to his own desk, where he pulled the chair out and sat down. He smirked at the confusion in Ken’s eyes and patted his lap invitingly.
Ken’s eyes widened in understanding and his cheeks went red. He made his way to Schuldig nonetheless, earning a grin from the telepath. Careful to avoid looking in the older man’s piercing blue eyes, Ken climbed on his lap, and gasped when Schuldig grabbed his ass cheek with one hand. He steadied his erection with the other and let the brunette sit on it, relishing the long needy moan the younger man let out as Schuldig sank into him again.
This new position let Ken decide the pace and made him appear to be in control, but that meant the younger man wouldn’t be able to claim that Schuldig forced him - not even to himself. Ken grit his teeth and pulled up slightly, then sat down. Schuldig’s hands settled on his ass, grabbing the cheeks roughly to heave the younger man up, before letting him lower his hips on the telepath’s erection again.
The pace that had slowed down with the change of position picked up again and Ken soon found himself bouncing quite erotically on Schuldig’s lap. His higher position allowed the German complete access to his chest and he took good advantage of that, nipping and sucking at the golden skin before him.
Ken was supporting his weight with his legs folded on either side of the telepath, powerful muscles pushing him up and down Schuldig’s shaft. His fingers dug in the German’s shoulders through the fabric of his shirt, and the endless flow of moans and soft begging sounds escaping the brunette’s throat were like music to Schuldig’s ears. He felt the younger man reach his peak, but this time, he did nothing to prevent it. Ken went over the edge, arching his neck back with a throaty moan. His muscles tightened around Schuldig, making him curse. The telepath thrust into him two, three, four more times, and he came as well.
They sat for a while, simply listening to the sound of their breathing slowing down. Finally, Ken moved away. He backed off from Schuldig and stood uncertainly.
“What was… that all about?” he wanted to know. He felt something dripping between his legs and he winced. The telepath could read Ken’s hesitation to even wonder what he felt about having Schuldig’s semen trickling down his inner thighs.
The German shrugged, getting up and fixing his pants. “I was bored and you were there.”
Ken growled menacingly, but the German only laughed. “Save it, Weiß,” he said, amused. “You enjoyed it too. And I’ll be bored again tomorrow, so you’d better not skip class or I’ll report you.”
He brushed by Ken, retrieved his jacket and put it on, feeling the younger man’s intense gaze on his back. Once he was out of the room, he heard Ken curse loudly. He felt the younger man’s anger and confusion, but also his want and desire.
And it was all good.
~Owari.