Fic: C.H.A.O.S. - Weiss Kreuz, NC17, Aya/everyone :) - 01/03
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz (Knight Hunters)
Title: Chaos or Crawford's Hideously Awful Operational Screw-up 01/03
Pairing: Aya/everyone, Weiß/Schwarz (in lots of combinations)
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Set after Kapitel - no Gluhen.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiß. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Humour - Schwarz have a perfect plan until chaos steps in to ruin Crawford's week, but at least the sex is good.
Warnings: multiple partners, rimming, light BDSM, dubious consent, blood play
Author's Notes: I'm not even going to try and justify this one; it's a humour fic with lots of sex and a little plot. When I started it I thought it was going to be easy to write, but I had to keep hitting Aya over the head with heavy objects to make him shag rather than angst. Still I finished it in the end :). It was written for the connotations zine last year. Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word count: 17,193
Link: Part 2 | Part 3
Crawford prided himself on knowing what would happen and planning around it, but there was one thing he could never plan for: chaos, often also known as Weiß. No matter how clear a vision was or how carefully he put together a strategy, chaos could throw the proverbial spanner into the works, or rather the whole tool box on some occasions. No butterflies causing a hurricane for him, but equally as inane things could occur and literally send the whole universe on a detour. It was at times like that he would find himself wiped out by a blinding headache as all that he had seen rearranged itself in his head. Crawford looked on chaos as God's love of a good joke.
Up until chaos reared its ugly head everything had been going perfectly; Weiß has been lured to the required location by false pretences, Abyssinian had been seeded with the experimental serum under the guise of a tranquilizer and everything had been proceeding as expected; devious, quite probably deadly and typically Schwarz, all in all a really good day.
It was approximately eighteen hours later that things had gone wrong, and Crawford knew the exact instant that they had, because his peculiar gift showed him everything. It could be annoying like that, giving him a blow by blow of exactly why his week was about to go to hell in a hand basket. Schuldig tripped over a stray shoelace and gave himself mild concussion, which for a normal human being wouldn't have been a problem, but for a telepath it was disaster. This in turn caused Schuldig to miss his target and meant that Balinese was not delayed in returning to Weiß's current base, and that's when hell broke loose in Crawford's brain and actually caused him to pass out.
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Aya opened his eyes slowly and blinked upwards in an effort to clear his fogged brain. The initial tests from Kritiker on what had hit him the previous night showed that it had been a simple tranquilizer with a trace of something else; it was the something else that had him worried. The others had sent him back to bed that morning when he had inadvertently walked into the refrigerator door that Yoji had opened, which he had totally failed to see. The fact that he'd been watching Ken's arse at the time rather than where he was going he just put down to temporary insanity.
Dragging himself out of bed was achieved more by luck than judgement as he all but fell off the mattress and caught himself before he hit the floor. Getting dressed was also a somewhat hit and miss affair and, since buttons were too much of an effort, he picked a ratty old t-shirt that just happened to be in the bottom of one of his drawers and an equally ratty pair of joggers. He didn't realise until he was halfway downstairs that the t-shirt was pink and had kittens on the front and was in fact one of the oversized t-shirts that Aya-chan had liked to use as night shirts and he had kept out of sentimentality. His sister, like every other young Japanese girl had always been very much focused on the cute. By the time he noticed, he couldn't be bothered to try and get back up the stairs to change and all that was worrying him was how hungry he was.
Aya could barely see straight as he tried to make himself a cup of tea. Life just wasn't fair when you had a hangover and hadn't even had the luxury of becoming thoroughly fuck-faced before hand. Getting drunk wasn't really his thing, but if he was going to have the hangover he damn well wanted the fun as well, even if it involved ending up wearing a pink t-shirt.
It was only when the door to the kitchen opened that anything changed.
"Pink's a new look for you," Yoji's amused voice made it through to his fogged thoughts a bit like a battering ram through plywood.
He looked round trying to focus his fluctuating eyesight, but for a moment all he could manage was a blurry shape that he assumed was Yoji.
"Aya, you look like crap."
The second time the other assassin spoke, Yoji's voice lanced straight into his brain and it was like a bolt of lightening through his nervous system. He turned properly and his whole world narrowed to his blissfully unaware team mate. It was as if something in him came alive the moment his eyes finally focused on Yoji and at that instant Yoji was god. A small voice in the back of his mind tried to point out that he had never felt this way about Yoji before and it was highly unlikely he really did now, but it was a very tiny voice.
A corner of his brain also noted that sniffing the air was not a normal thing to do, but it was equally as pointless information since that was what he was doing. Yoji's familiar deodorant seemed incredibly noticeable as it overlaid a scent that Aya's strange focus informed him was distinctly Yoji. It was like caffeine directly into his system and pure alcohol to his brain at the same time; he was drunk and wired. Not what he'd had in mind as a cure for the not-hangover from hell, but he was willing to go with whatever worked.
When Aya crossed the room in two strides, Yoji was fiddling with something or other and didn't remotely see it coming as he took hold of his team mate's shirt and pushed the other man against the wall. He barely took any notice of the startled look on Yoji's face and leant in, covering Yoji's lips with his own, kissing his team mate with everything he had. Nothing else mattered and now he knew what he was hungry for; he wanted Yoji and he wanted the completely delicious man like he had never wanted anything in his entire life.
"Woah," was what Yoji finally said as the taller man managed to push him back, "this is kind of sudden, Aya."
Aya just growled and tried to get back what he had lost, but his attack wasn't exactly coherent and Yoji had him held firmly at arm's length.
"Been in the medicine cabinet, Aya, or are the kittens a statement on the new you?" Yoji asked and sounded amused again.
That amusement was enough to annoy Aya to such an extent that he gained just a little more coordination and remembered that he was in fact an assassin and trained to get out of holds like this. He had Yoji pinned back against the wall in under ten seconds and with the joint attack of kissing Yoji and rubbing his hand firmly against Yoji's crotch at the same time, resistance was not something of which his prey seemed capable.
Aya had never thought of himself as a sexual being, but right about then it was the only thing on his mind, and Yoji was definitely on the same page if the speed with which the taller man hardened in his trousers was anything to go by. Aya could smell the arousal on his companion so the Yoji not liking men theory was out the window.
The kissing was good and the fondling was better, but Aya soon found that he wanted more and his prize was currently under his hand. When he thought he had Yoji nonsensical enough not to go back to resisting, i.e. when Yoji had been reduced to incoherent moaning, he pulled his mouth away from a particularly thorough tongue sucking and dropped to his knees. He had released the button on Yoji's trousers and almost had the fly all the way down before Yoji even realised what he was doing.
"Aya," his name was more moaned than spoken, "don't you think somewhere more pri...ngh."
It was very easy to free Yoji's erection since Yoji's trousers were far too tight for underwear and Yoji stopped protesting as soon as Aya swallowed him whole.
"Here's good," was the defeated squeak that ended the one sided conversation.
Aya was in heaven; the smell and flavour of Yoji seemed to be permeating into every pore of his body and it was wonderful. Yoji was completely under his control and he was loving every second, but he wanted more access, so he unceremoniously pulled down Yoji's trousers and grabbed himself a handful of firm arse in each hand. Yoji's legs almost gave out.
He held on tight as he deep throated his prize; a new experience that he seemed to be inordinately good at, which surprised a small part of his mind that had given up trying to communicate with the rest of him. Only when he was pretty sure Yoji was going to come if he didn't stop did he pull back slightly and swap to light strokes with his tongue as he began to play using his hands instead. The way Yoji's legs were trembling was very gratifying, but not really conducive to their current position.
Without giving Yoji any chance to object, Aya dragged his companion down onto the floor and removed Yoji's trousers and shoes without any care as to where or in what condition the clothes ended up. Since as soon as he had Yoji where he wanted him he went back to sucking gently on the other assassin's cock, Yoji had no chance to say anything about the matter. Aya urged Yoji's legs apart and began to fondle his lover's balls, which in turn meant that Yoji began making the most wonderfully erotic noises. It was like the most incredible drug straight to the higher centres of his brain and Aya couldn't get enough.
He continued to play, drawing Yoji so close to the edge that his companion was whimpering and then bringing him back again and it was almost as if he knew what Yoji was feeling. He moved on instinct using the same kind of thinking that guided him in to a kill and Yoji was putty under his touch. He even seemed to know when Yoji simply couldn't take it any more, when hands grasped desperately as his hair, and then he moved in.
Opening his mouth he swallowed Yoji's cock until his nose was almost nuzzling the soft hair at the base. There was very little time between this action and when Yoji reared off the floor, thrusting into his throat even more and then Yoji was coming with a startled yell. Aya pulled back slightly so that Yoji's seed spilled into his mouth and he drank it all down, savouring every taste he could get. He milked his companion until Yoji collapsed back to the floor and then he remained sprawled between Yoji's legs, playing with his prize a little more. It was quite a few seconds before he realised that Yoji was not responding in the slightest.
Pushing himself up off the floor, Aya looked up at Yoji's face to find that his companion appeared to have fainted, for which Aya glared at his unconscious comrade. He had been enjoying himself a great deal and he was still hungry and Yoji had no right to wimp out on him. Kneeling up, he took hold of Yoji's right hand and pulled his companion into a sitting position. Then he stood up and calmly hoisted Yoji over his shoulder into a fireman's lift; it was not even remotely difficult, he felt wonderful and Yoji sure as hell wasn't getting away that easily.
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Yoji opened his eyes from what had to have been one of his most erotic dreams to date, and who knew he had a thing for Aya? It wasn't until he looked up at a ceiling that was definitely not his, because his had this really interesting crack in the shape of a penis, that he realised something odd was going on.
"I thought I might have to resort to a bucket of water," Aya's voice was like silk and Yoji turned his head quickly to find that his associate was lying beside him.
A quick glance around told him that he was indeed in Aya's room and that they were both on Aya's bed very much naked; it seemed the incident in the kitchen had not been a dream. Yoji had never fainted while having sex before, well not since he was fifteen and he'd masturbated so much that when he stood up he'd been so light headed he'd fallen and knocked himself out on the side of the bed. Ashuka was the only person he'd ever told about that and she had been of the firm opinion that was why he was obsessed with sex.
Yoji always liked to pretend that he was completely heterosexual, well most of the time anyway, but frankly he'd go for anyone who took his fancy. Aya had caught his eye when the redhead had first joined Weiß, but the ice prince persona had soon turned him off, but Aya was a long way from ice now. Frankly Yoji hadn't seen many things hotter than Aya leaning up on one arm and regarding him with hungry violet eyes.
"What's going on, Aya?" for once Yoji found that his higher brain reacted to the situation before his lower brain, even though from a quick inspection he knew that was very much turned on as well.
"I'm hungry," was the rather short reply and then Yoji found himself pushed into the bed by a very eager redhead.
Normally Yoji was an alpha male, he attracted women like flies and was always the controlling factor in the encounters. Part of the reason that he had never more than briefly considered Aya was the fact that the redhead was even more alpha than him and they would have clashed, but as he stared into Aya's eyes he felt any resistance melting out of his body.
"I'm going to taste," Aya began to say and placed the lightest of kisses on his neck just below his ear, "every millimetre," a small lick in the same place, "of your body."
When Aya nuzzled the same spot, Yoji gave up trying to process anything but the sensation and threw out sensible thought as a bad lot. It seemed that at the moment his whole body was one big erogenous zone, but Aya seemed to be able to find the really sensitive bits and surrender was his only option. Who was he to argue anyway? He had a sinfully gorgeous man all but worshiping his body; so what if he would have sooner said that Omi was an evil mastermind than Aya wasn't completely straight? That was the other, rather crucial, reason he'd never really considered Aya as a bed partner before.
It turned out Aya had been perfectly serious in his proclamation as Yoji found tongue, lips or teeth investigating every available part of his skin. He thought he might go mad when Aya reached his nipples and spent a good five minutes turning him to jelly by the application of tongue and teeth in such an amazing combination that Yoji almost forgot his own name. Aya really wasn't supposed to be this good at sex. Aya wasn't supposed to be good at anything except being a cold bastard who's only care was his sister, but clearly Aya had been hiding his true talents.
Tiny bites to the inside of his thighs did make Yoji forget his name for quite sometime and he'd never realised quite how sensitive the back of his knees could be. Part of his brain was very strongly pointing out that one part of his body had so far been neglected and that his cock really needed some attention soon, but even as he let himself be rolled over, the rest of him was in far too much ecstasy to protest overly much.
All thought died when Aya plastered across his back and began kissing and nibbling at the base of his neck. If the fact that Aya's very definite erection was pushed up against his arse hadn't been enough, the nape of Yoji's neck was possibly the second most sensitive part of his body. Little did any would-be attackers know that if they tried to strangle him with their bare hands he was more likely to come in his trousers than die.
With Aya's ministrations it was a very close thing and Aya only moved on just in time before Yoji lost it. He basically just came apart under Aya's hands and mouth. Somehow Aya even managed to make the bottoms of his feet seem like an erogenous zone and he had never been a foot man, ever. His whole world became Aya touching him and his replying little whimpers, which would have been embarrassing had he been coherent enough to really comprehend what he was doing.
A light nip on the arse and a kiss right at the base of his spine were the only warnings he was given that Aya was ready to move to the next level. When a wet finger was slid into him, he grabbed the pillow, buried his face in it and moaned like a whore.
It had been a long time since he had been with a man, and even longer since he had let anyone top him, but the idea of stopping Aya was so remote in his brain as to be almost non-existent. If Aya wanted him, Aya could have him as long as the amazing sensations kept coming. He'd been a sex addict for quite a while, it was something he had never tried to deny to himself, and at that moment Aya was definitely his drug of choice.
Aya found his prostate very quickly with devastating accuracy and somehow managed to find the correct level of pressure to put him squarely in that happy medium between scrabbling away in oversensitivity and being teased beyond endurance. If he made it out of this with any part of his brain still working he was going to give Aya a medal, well right after he forced what the hell was going on out of their enigmatic leader anyway.
Driving him to distraction was definitely Aya's goal, he was sure, but Aya didn't seem to be hanging around either. It wasn't long before he felt two fingers being pushed into him, this time definitely slicked with something more than saliva, something that smelled faintly of roses. The part of him that was perpetually amused wanted to make a joke about being deflowered, but he was far too strung out and far too far from being a virgin for it to really work, so he gave up on that.
Considering how long it had been since he had let anyone do this to him, he found his body surrendering remarkably easily. Aya had three fingers in him in very short order and his muscles were relaxed and ready. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world and he just lay there and let Aya have his way until his lover finally shifted into position over him.
"Condom," Yoji was almost completely focused on the wonderful feelings Aya was causing with his fingers, but he was a player and hence had very well ingrained behaviours which had finally decided to kick in.
Safe sex might not be something everyone in Japan believed in, but Yoji made it a rule not to die of easily avoidable causes. Aya's response wasn't quite what he expected as he once again found himself pinned to the bed with Aya all across him, only this time Aya was growling.
"Mine," Aya snarled into his ear and something that felt like a cross between morphine and adrenaline flooded through him.
Yoji had no idea what it was or how Aya was doing it, but all he could do was move back against Aya begging for his lover to finish what he had started. He, the king of sexual conquests, was totally, one hundred percent desperate and anything but Aya pinning him to the mattress was unacceptable.
All thoughts of condoms and other such things fled his mind and all that remained was the sex. Aya pulled back again and urged his hips slightly off the bed so that his arse was raised. Then he felt the head of Aya's cock slide against his exposed entrance and suddenly it wasn't enough. He needed this like he needed to breathe and he pushed back on Aya before his lover pushed into him and he didn't stop moving until Aya's cock was buried in him to the hilt.
His muscles burned as his arse complained at such ungentle treatment, but he wasn't the only one moaning and that was all he needed for it to be perfect. He wanted to move, anything to hear those almost animalistic sounds coming from Aya, but strong hands gripped his hips as he tried.
"No," Aya said with such a whip of command that he stilled instantly, "wait."
There was no question of disobedience, not at that moment and all Yoji could do was stay perfectly still with Aya in him all the way. His cock was throbbing as almost unbelievable levels of arousal pumped around his body and yet he could do nothing to help himself. He wanted Aya like he had never wanted anything in his life and, when his lover finally moved, it forced a pathetic whimper from his mouth.
At first Aya's movements were not big, in fact it was more of a gentle rocking motion than real movement, but it still stimulated the right spots. Yoji wanted more almost immediately, but that was because of how perfectly it was pressing his erogenous buttons.
"Please," he begged.
Aya did not release his hips so he could move as he wanted, but his lover did increase the pace a little, sliding further out and back in. His body had completely surrendered now; there was not the slightest resistance in him and all Aya would let him do was respond with moans and small cries and groans as he was very efficiently taken.
The pace increased slowly, but at a rate which was perfect to drive him almost insane and then at the very last moment give him what he needed and before too long he was clinging to the bed with Aya pounding into him. It was fast, it was hard and it was so incredibly good. He wanted to come so badly it hurt.
Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore Aya released his hips and reached round under him. Firm fingers wrapped around his cock, fisting over his erection in perfect time with two more hard thrusts and then he was screaming into the pillow like it was the end of the world. As far as he was concerned it could well have been, because everything definitely exploded and the world fell apart and was remade in the space of a few seconds.
Everything was very surreal for quite a long time and all he really knew was the incredible orgasm that tried to make him pass out again. There had to be a law somewhere against Aya making him faint twice in the same day and he just barely managed to claw on to enough self control to fend off the blackness.
When reality finally deigned to make a reappearance, he found that he had been pushed on to his side and he blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Aya was kneeling up watching him and very slowly licking his semen off the long, clever fingers that had been wrapped around his cock. All he could do was watch in stunned fascination as Aya finished with his own hand and then gracefully leant over him. When Aya began to clean his cock with a very agile tongue he thought he might just die.
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Ken walked into the kitchen as Omi went and parked his bike. The fact that Omi had had a puncture and had to call him for help meant they were both late back, but at least they had made it before the heavens opened. It had been threatening rain all day, but so far it was holding off. The first thing that Ken expected to find was not a pair of shoes and a pair of trousers on the floor just inside the door. They were quite obviously Yoji's and the way the table had been pushed back slightly and the chair all but shoved out of the way either Yoji had decided to fight naked or sex was involved in the situation somewhere.
Ken knew he was not the most worldly member of the team, but he did recognise the signs when he saw them and his first thought was that Omi was coming through the door any moment. Omi was not innocent either, but he was the chibi of Weiß and hence Ken had this irrational desire to protect his younger friend from whatever depravity Yoji was into today.
Quickly he picked up the evidence, putting it under one arm as he did his best to straighten the kitchen, then he headed up the hallway with the intention of hiding Yoji's stuff in his room until the older Weiß reappeared. He could even smell sex on the clothes. Aya was definitely going to have to do something about Yoji's habits sooner or later; this was ridiculous, it was still the afternoon for heaven's sake.
"Ken!"
He stopped dead as he heard his name called in a rather desperate tone. Problem was the voice was definitely Yoji's and it was most assuredly coming from Aya's room, which were two facts Ken had expected to intersect even less than he had expected to find Yoji's clothes in the kitchen.
"Yoji?" he asked in a tentative tone, walking up to the door and putting his ear to it.
He heard a rather wanton moan and almost backed off again.
"Help," was the one word that stopped him.
For just a moment he doubted what he was hearing through the door and it was enough to kick start his desire to assist a team mate in distress. Before he could talk himself out of it, he took hold of the door handle and turned it, and it actually opened. What he found as the door swung back made his chin almost hit the floor and something about what he saw caused all the processes in his brain to stop at the same time.
Yoji was on the bed sort of half reaching for the door, but not really and Aya was lying across Yoji seemingly very interested in the taller man's chest. They were both distinctly naked and there were signs of hot and heavy sex on both of them. Yoji definitely didn't look like he needed help and Ken would have fled, but something in the room seemed to have separated his brain from his body. The way Yoji was writhing under Aya was possibly the most erotic thing Ken had seen, ever, including the time Yoji had got him drunk and made him watch porn, and he felt himself hardening.
"Ken," Yoji finally looked at him, "Aya ... oh god ... something wron... ngh ... insatiable, going ... to ... kill me."
The problem was that through the whole speech Yoji seemed completely torn; the oldest Weiß appeared to be enjoying himself, but he did look rather exhausted.
"What should I do?" Ken finally managed to make his body cooperate enough so he could speak.
The moment he uttered a sound Aya looked up and he found himself pinned down by lust filled violet eyes. It was the most disconcerting feeling, especially as Yoji sighed in relief.
"Close the door," Aya said in a perfectly reasonable tone as if Ken had been talking to him.
The really freaky thing was that Ken found himself doing just that as if Aya's order had bypassed his higher brain and engaged his motor centres directly. The door swung almost closed as he flicked it with his hand and then he was alone in the room with Yoji and Aya.
"Well done," Aya said to Yoji and kissed the other man, who moaned again and Ken began to suspect a set up.
Any reasons for this possible scenario fled his head, however, when Aya languidly climbed off Yoji and began walking towards him. Part of Ken really wanted to run away, since both his danger instincts and his complete embarrassment level were firing, but he was rooted to the spot. There was no preamble, no indication of what Aya had in mind, the redhead just walked up to him, took him by the front of the shirt, pushed his collar aside and bit him hard.
Ken's legs almost gave out and he dropped everything he was holding as erotic messages flew to every part of his body. He was sure Aya had bitten him almost hard enough to break the skin and it destroyed any resistance in him. There was no one in the world who knew what he fantasized in the dark of his room at night, but Ken had known for a long time he had a kink and Aya had just found it. He just about managed to keep his feet under him as Aya dragged him towards the bed and all but threw him down next to Yoji.
Ken really did consider trying to fight Aya off, he honestly did, but the way Aya climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, all domination and power, had most of him trembling like a school girl with her first crush. When Aya casually reached out, took his shirt in both hands and then ripped it in two he actually whimpered. Something that he kept very well hidden deep inside of him was rising to the surface and literally all he could do was lay there.
Aya pushed his arms out of the way and moved up over his chest and Ken did absolutely nothing to resist. His higher brain seemed to have been completely removed from the equation and, as he breathed in the smell of musk, sweat and sex, the rest of reality seemed very remote.
"Suck it," Aya said with a tone of command that had Ken quivering with arousal.
It never entered his head not to obey and his eyes zeroed in on Aya's more than healthy erection. He lifted up as well as he could, bent his neck and took Aya's cock into his mouth without even considering not doing so. He was not sure what he expected Aya to taste like; it wasn't as if he'd ever given a blow job before, but his senses exploded with the male, musky flavour. His higher brain wasn't sure if it was really pleasant, but something deep inside of him thought it was wonderful.
Looking up, all he could see was Aya towering over him, almost glaring down at him with those intense lavender eyes and it made him want to melt. It also made him want to give Aya as much pleasure as was physically possible, and, guarding his teeth, he took his friend in as far as he could. Hollowing his cheeks he sucked as he had been told to do and did his best to fight off his natural gag reflex.
For a while Aya let him continue, making the occasional appreciative noise, before leaning forward and lacing fingers through his hair. Aya's grip was hard and firm and Ken just let his superior take over. He had no choice but to let Aya use his mouth any way Aya saw fit and he surrendered completely without the slightest resistance. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Aya was pushing him to his limit, but not beyond, as Aya thrust in to his mouth and the fact that he was helpless just made his own body throb with greater arousal.
He was a sick, sick puppy; he had always suspected it and now he was proving it, but he really didn't care.
When Aya finally moved back, pulling his hair and making him look up, he could not help coughing a little, but other than that he did not try and move. Aya actually gave him a little smile for that, which sent erotic messages all over his body. Every cell in his body wanted to submit and if Aya had told him to crawl along the floor he would have done.
"You like pain, don't you, Ken-chan," Aya said in a low whisper, illustrating by pulling his hair and making him moan. "Is there anything you won't do for me?"
Ken shook his head, far too gone to speak with any coherency. When Aya pushed him back onto the bed, he went and, when Aya climbed off him, he was parting his legs almost before Aya urged him to. He knew what Aya wanted without being told and his whole torso was shivering in anticipation. If Aya had been wearing mission clothes at that point he was pretty sure he would have just died of pleasure overload and made a mental note to see if maybe they couldn't play that game later at some point.
"You want me already," Aya said in an amused tone, "but I don't think you can take me just yet."
Part of Ken wanted to protest that he could take anything Aya could give, but the submissive part was far too much in control to contradict his current master. At some point, probably the moment he had been bitten, his subconscious had decided Aya was in charge, and he was not about to disagree with anything. He was actually sure he was incapable of disagreeing. Aya pushed his legs up and apart and he did his best to stay exactly where he was put; even if his higher brain didn't quite know what was going on, his lower brain knew exactly what his role was.
Aya's touch was firm and unyielding as his leader leaned over him and forced two fingers into his mouth. Ken sucked on the digits until they were withdrawn and did his best to remain as relaxed as possible for what he knew was coming next. Aya pushed both fingers into him without giving him the slightest chance to adjust and it hurt as his muscles complained, but the pain just increased his arousal. He had never been touched there by another person and Aya was being rough, but it was incredible.
He couldn't help whimpering as Aya stretched him, but he wouldn't have stopped Aya if he had been able. This was everything he had ever dreamed about as he rubbed himself almost raw in the quiet of his room.
"Relax," Aya said with such command in his voice that Ken's body responded without his conscious consent.
He would have melted into the bed if he could, but the burning in his arse reduced considerably. It was a little disconcerting to realise his autonomic functions seemed to be at Aya's command as well, but he was not about to complain.
"Good boy," Aya praised with another small smile and he basked in the praise.
He knew he was going to hell for this, but he didn't care and he watched as Aya reached for a small bottle that was on the bed.
Ken kept himself as passive as he was able and, when Aya used the oil in the bottle, forcing a third finger into him, it was far less shocking than the first intrusion. It still hurt, but he reacted automatically as if he was now hardwired to do so. It was almost as if he was drugged and he was on such a high that his body could cope with anything.
"Now you're ready," Aya whispered into his ear, fingers still pushed deep into his body.
All he could do was whimper again as Aya pulled his fingers out, before climbing between his legs and forcing his thighs further up and apart. He watched as Aya used the lubrication again, slicking the erection he could barely take his eyes off. There was no hesitation about Aya's movements, no chance to give him time to think about what he was letting Aya do, and he couldn't help the small cry that was dragged from him as Aya pushed in.
His body did not like the intrusion; Aya stretched him more than he could have imagined and he panted hard through the discomfort. Aya loomed over him and waited and he felt as if Aya was looking into his soul. His muscles turned to liquid under that gaze and Aya waited just a moment less than he needed to adjust completely so that when Aya pulled out and pushed in again there was that edge of pain that set his nerves on fire.
Ken turned his head to the side and bit into the pillow, whimpering as pain and pleasure mixed in his body in such a haze of sensation that he barely knew what reality was.
"You are mine," Aya told him, while using his body in the most direct manner.
"I am yours, Aya-sama," he whispered back between moans of pleasure.
He had never felt this before, never experienced the total domination from another human being and he revelled in it. Aya could have anything his master wanted. All he knew was that this was the most completely mind-blowing moment in his entire life. He almost didn't notice when Aya pulled out, forced him onto his knees and then took him again; all he recognised was the delicious sensations that removed his need to think. When Yoji became involved as well reality really did dissolve into nothing.
End of Part 1
On to Part 2
Title: Chaos or Crawford's Hideously Awful Operational Screw-up 01/03
Pairing: Aya/everyone, Weiß/Schwarz (in lots of combinations)
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Set after Kapitel - no Gluhen.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiß. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Humour - Schwarz have a perfect plan until chaos steps in to ruin Crawford's week, but at least the sex is good.
Warnings: multiple partners, rimming, light BDSM, dubious consent, blood play
Author's Notes: I'm not even going to try and justify this one; it's a humour fic with lots of sex and a little plot. When I started it I thought it was going to be easy to write, but I had to keep hitting Aya over the head with heavy objects to make him shag rather than angst. Still I finished it in the end :). It was written for the connotations zine last year. Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word count: 17,193
Link: Part 2 | Part 3
Crawford prided himself on knowing what would happen and planning around it, but there was one thing he could never plan for: chaos, often also known as Weiß. No matter how clear a vision was or how carefully he put together a strategy, chaos could throw the proverbial spanner into the works, or rather the whole tool box on some occasions. No butterflies causing a hurricane for him, but equally as inane things could occur and literally send the whole universe on a detour. It was at times like that he would find himself wiped out by a blinding headache as all that he had seen rearranged itself in his head. Crawford looked on chaos as God's love of a good joke.
Up until chaos reared its ugly head everything had been going perfectly; Weiß has been lured to the required location by false pretences, Abyssinian had been seeded with the experimental serum under the guise of a tranquilizer and everything had been proceeding as expected; devious, quite probably deadly and typically Schwarz, all in all a really good day.
It was approximately eighteen hours later that things had gone wrong, and Crawford knew the exact instant that they had, because his peculiar gift showed him everything. It could be annoying like that, giving him a blow by blow of exactly why his week was about to go to hell in a hand basket. Schuldig tripped over a stray shoelace and gave himself mild concussion, which for a normal human being wouldn't have been a problem, but for a telepath it was disaster. This in turn caused Schuldig to miss his target and meant that Balinese was not delayed in returning to Weiß's current base, and that's when hell broke loose in Crawford's brain and actually caused him to pass out.
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Aya opened his eyes slowly and blinked upwards in an effort to clear his fogged brain. The initial tests from Kritiker on what had hit him the previous night showed that it had been a simple tranquilizer with a trace of something else; it was the something else that had him worried. The others had sent him back to bed that morning when he had inadvertently walked into the refrigerator door that Yoji had opened, which he had totally failed to see. The fact that he'd been watching Ken's arse at the time rather than where he was going he just put down to temporary insanity.
Dragging himself out of bed was achieved more by luck than judgement as he all but fell off the mattress and caught himself before he hit the floor. Getting dressed was also a somewhat hit and miss affair and, since buttons were too much of an effort, he picked a ratty old t-shirt that just happened to be in the bottom of one of his drawers and an equally ratty pair of joggers. He didn't realise until he was halfway downstairs that the t-shirt was pink and had kittens on the front and was in fact one of the oversized t-shirts that Aya-chan had liked to use as night shirts and he had kept out of sentimentality. His sister, like every other young Japanese girl had always been very much focused on the cute. By the time he noticed, he couldn't be bothered to try and get back up the stairs to change and all that was worrying him was how hungry he was.
Aya could barely see straight as he tried to make himself a cup of tea. Life just wasn't fair when you had a hangover and hadn't even had the luxury of becoming thoroughly fuck-faced before hand. Getting drunk wasn't really his thing, but if he was going to have the hangover he damn well wanted the fun as well, even if it involved ending up wearing a pink t-shirt.
It was only when the door to the kitchen opened that anything changed.
"Pink's a new look for you," Yoji's amused voice made it through to his fogged thoughts a bit like a battering ram through plywood.
He looked round trying to focus his fluctuating eyesight, but for a moment all he could manage was a blurry shape that he assumed was Yoji.
"Aya, you look like crap."
The second time the other assassin spoke, Yoji's voice lanced straight into his brain and it was like a bolt of lightening through his nervous system. He turned properly and his whole world narrowed to his blissfully unaware team mate. It was as if something in him came alive the moment his eyes finally focused on Yoji and at that instant Yoji was god. A small voice in the back of his mind tried to point out that he had never felt this way about Yoji before and it was highly unlikely he really did now, but it was a very tiny voice.
A corner of his brain also noted that sniffing the air was not a normal thing to do, but it was equally as pointless information since that was what he was doing. Yoji's familiar deodorant seemed incredibly noticeable as it overlaid a scent that Aya's strange focus informed him was distinctly Yoji. It was like caffeine directly into his system and pure alcohol to his brain at the same time; he was drunk and wired. Not what he'd had in mind as a cure for the not-hangover from hell, but he was willing to go with whatever worked.
When Aya crossed the room in two strides, Yoji was fiddling with something or other and didn't remotely see it coming as he took hold of his team mate's shirt and pushed the other man against the wall. He barely took any notice of the startled look on Yoji's face and leant in, covering Yoji's lips with his own, kissing his team mate with everything he had. Nothing else mattered and now he knew what he was hungry for; he wanted Yoji and he wanted the completely delicious man like he had never wanted anything in his entire life.
"Woah," was what Yoji finally said as the taller man managed to push him back, "this is kind of sudden, Aya."
Aya just growled and tried to get back what he had lost, but his attack wasn't exactly coherent and Yoji had him held firmly at arm's length.
"Been in the medicine cabinet, Aya, or are the kittens a statement on the new you?" Yoji asked and sounded amused again.
That amusement was enough to annoy Aya to such an extent that he gained just a little more coordination and remembered that he was in fact an assassin and trained to get out of holds like this. He had Yoji pinned back against the wall in under ten seconds and with the joint attack of kissing Yoji and rubbing his hand firmly against Yoji's crotch at the same time, resistance was not something of which his prey seemed capable.
Aya had never thought of himself as a sexual being, but right about then it was the only thing on his mind, and Yoji was definitely on the same page if the speed with which the taller man hardened in his trousers was anything to go by. Aya could smell the arousal on his companion so the Yoji not liking men theory was out the window.
The kissing was good and the fondling was better, but Aya soon found that he wanted more and his prize was currently under his hand. When he thought he had Yoji nonsensical enough not to go back to resisting, i.e. when Yoji had been reduced to incoherent moaning, he pulled his mouth away from a particularly thorough tongue sucking and dropped to his knees. He had released the button on Yoji's trousers and almost had the fly all the way down before Yoji even realised what he was doing.
"Aya," his name was more moaned than spoken, "don't you think somewhere more pri...ngh."
It was very easy to free Yoji's erection since Yoji's trousers were far too tight for underwear and Yoji stopped protesting as soon as Aya swallowed him whole.
"Here's good," was the defeated squeak that ended the one sided conversation.
Aya was in heaven; the smell and flavour of Yoji seemed to be permeating into every pore of his body and it was wonderful. Yoji was completely under his control and he was loving every second, but he wanted more access, so he unceremoniously pulled down Yoji's trousers and grabbed himself a handful of firm arse in each hand. Yoji's legs almost gave out.
He held on tight as he deep throated his prize; a new experience that he seemed to be inordinately good at, which surprised a small part of his mind that had given up trying to communicate with the rest of him. Only when he was pretty sure Yoji was going to come if he didn't stop did he pull back slightly and swap to light strokes with his tongue as he began to play using his hands instead. The way Yoji's legs were trembling was very gratifying, but not really conducive to their current position.
Without giving Yoji any chance to object, Aya dragged his companion down onto the floor and removed Yoji's trousers and shoes without any care as to where or in what condition the clothes ended up. Since as soon as he had Yoji where he wanted him he went back to sucking gently on the other assassin's cock, Yoji had no chance to say anything about the matter. Aya urged Yoji's legs apart and began to fondle his lover's balls, which in turn meant that Yoji began making the most wonderfully erotic noises. It was like the most incredible drug straight to the higher centres of his brain and Aya couldn't get enough.
He continued to play, drawing Yoji so close to the edge that his companion was whimpering and then bringing him back again and it was almost as if he knew what Yoji was feeling. He moved on instinct using the same kind of thinking that guided him in to a kill and Yoji was putty under his touch. He even seemed to know when Yoji simply couldn't take it any more, when hands grasped desperately as his hair, and then he moved in.
Opening his mouth he swallowed Yoji's cock until his nose was almost nuzzling the soft hair at the base. There was very little time between this action and when Yoji reared off the floor, thrusting into his throat even more and then Yoji was coming with a startled yell. Aya pulled back slightly so that Yoji's seed spilled into his mouth and he drank it all down, savouring every taste he could get. He milked his companion until Yoji collapsed back to the floor and then he remained sprawled between Yoji's legs, playing with his prize a little more. It was quite a few seconds before he realised that Yoji was not responding in the slightest.
Pushing himself up off the floor, Aya looked up at Yoji's face to find that his companion appeared to have fainted, for which Aya glared at his unconscious comrade. He had been enjoying himself a great deal and he was still hungry and Yoji had no right to wimp out on him. Kneeling up, he took hold of Yoji's right hand and pulled his companion into a sitting position. Then he stood up and calmly hoisted Yoji over his shoulder into a fireman's lift; it was not even remotely difficult, he felt wonderful and Yoji sure as hell wasn't getting away that easily.
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Yoji opened his eyes from what had to have been one of his most erotic dreams to date, and who knew he had a thing for Aya? It wasn't until he looked up at a ceiling that was definitely not his, because his had this really interesting crack in the shape of a penis, that he realised something odd was going on.
"I thought I might have to resort to a bucket of water," Aya's voice was like silk and Yoji turned his head quickly to find that his associate was lying beside him.
A quick glance around told him that he was indeed in Aya's room and that they were both on Aya's bed very much naked; it seemed the incident in the kitchen had not been a dream. Yoji had never fainted while having sex before, well not since he was fifteen and he'd masturbated so much that when he stood up he'd been so light headed he'd fallen and knocked himself out on the side of the bed. Ashuka was the only person he'd ever told about that and she had been of the firm opinion that was why he was obsessed with sex.
Yoji always liked to pretend that he was completely heterosexual, well most of the time anyway, but frankly he'd go for anyone who took his fancy. Aya had caught his eye when the redhead had first joined Weiß, but the ice prince persona had soon turned him off, but Aya was a long way from ice now. Frankly Yoji hadn't seen many things hotter than Aya leaning up on one arm and regarding him with hungry violet eyes.
"What's going on, Aya?" for once Yoji found that his higher brain reacted to the situation before his lower brain, even though from a quick inspection he knew that was very much turned on as well.
"I'm hungry," was the rather short reply and then Yoji found himself pushed into the bed by a very eager redhead.
Normally Yoji was an alpha male, he attracted women like flies and was always the controlling factor in the encounters. Part of the reason that he had never more than briefly considered Aya was the fact that the redhead was even more alpha than him and they would have clashed, but as he stared into Aya's eyes he felt any resistance melting out of his body.
"I'm going to taste," Aya began to say and placed the lightest of kisses on his neck just below his ear, "every millimetre," a small lick in the same place, "of your body."
When Aya nuzzled the same spot, Yoji gave up trying to process anything but the sensation and threw out sensible thought as a bad lot. It seemed that at the moment his whole body was one big erogenous zone, but Aya seemed to be able to find the really sensitive bits and surrender was his only option. Who was he to argue anyway? He had a sinfully gorgeous man all but worshiping his body; so what if he would have sooner said that Omi was an evil mastermind than Aya wasn't completely straight? That was the other, rather crucial, reason he'd never really considered Aya as a bed partner before.
It turned out Aya had been perfectly serious in his proclamation as Yoji found tongue, lips or teeth investigating every available part of his skin. He thought he might go mad when Aya reached his nipples and spent a good five minutes turning him to jelly by the application of tongue and teeth in such an amazing combination that Yoji almost forgot his own name. Aya really wasn't supposed to be this good at sex. Aya wasn't supposed to be good at anything except being a cold bastard who's only care was his sister, but clearly Aya had been hiding his true talents.
Tiny bites to the inside of his thighs did make Yoji forget his name for quite sometime and he'd never realised quite how sensitive the back of his knees could be. Part of his brain was very strongly pointing out that one part of his body had so far been neglected and that his cock really needed some attention soon, but even as he let himself be rolled over, the rest of him was in far too much ecstasy to protest overly much.
All thought died when Aya plastered across his back and began kissing and nibbling at the base of his neck. If the fact that Aya's very definite erection was pushed up against his arse hadn't been enough, the nape of Yoji's neck was possibly the second most sensitive part of his body. Little did any would-be attackers know that if they tried to strangle him with their bare hands he was more likely to come in his trousers than die.
With Aya's ministrations it was a very close thing and Aya only moved on just in time before Yoji lost it. He basically just came apart under Aya's hands and mouth. Somehow Aya even managed to make the bottoms of his feet seem like an erogenous zone and he had never been a foot man, ever. His whole world became Aya touching him and his replying little whimpers, which would have been embarrassing had he been coherent enough to really comprehend what he was doing.
A light nip on the arse and a kiss right at the base of his spine were the only warnings he was given that Aya was ready to move to the next level. When a wet finger was slid into him, he grabbed the pillow, buried his face in it and moaned like a whore.
It had been a long time since he had been with a man, and even longer since he had let anyone top him, but the idea of stopping Aya was so remote in his brain as to be almost non-existent. If Aya wanted him, Aya could have him as long as the amazing sensations kept coming. He'd been a sex addict for quite a while, it was something he had never tried to deny to himself, and at that moment Aya was definitely his drug of choice.
Aya found his prostate very quickly with devastating accuracy and somehow managed to find the correct level of pressure to put him squarely in that happy medium between scrabbling away in oversensitivity and being teased beyond endurance. If he made it out of this with any part of his brain still working he was going to give Aya a medal, well right after he forced what the hell was going on out of their enigmatic leader anyway.
Driving him to distraction was definitely Aya's goal, he was sure, but Aya didn't seem to be hanging around either. It wasn't long before he felt two fingers being pushed into him, this time definitely slicked with something more than saliva, something that smelled faintly of roses. The part of him that was perpetually amused wanted to make a joke about being deflowered, but he was far too strung out and far too far from being a virgin for it to really work, so he gave up on that.
Considering how long it had been since he had let anyone do this to him, he found his body surrendering remarkably easily. Aya had three fingers in him in very short order and his muscles were relaxed and ready. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world and he just lay there and let Aya have his way until his lover finally shifted into position over him.
"Condom," Yoji was almost completely focused on the wonderful feelings Aya was causing with his fingers, but he was a player and hence had very well ingrained behaviours which had finally decided to kick in.
Safe sex might not be something everyone in Japan believed in, but Yoji made it a rule not to die of easily avoidable causes. Aya's response wasn't quite what he expected as he once again found himself pinned to the bed with Aya all across him, only this time Aya was growling.
"Mine," Aya snarled into his ear and something that felt like a cross between morphine and adrenaline flooded through him.
Yoji had no idea what it was or how Aya was doing it, but all he could do was move back against Aya begging for his lover to finish what he had started. He, the king of sexual conquests, was totally, one hundred percent desperate and anything but Aya pinning him to the mattress was unacceptable.
All thoughts of condoms and other such things fled his mind and all that remained was the sex. Aya pulled back again and urged his hips slightly off the bed so that his arse was raised. Then he felt the head of Aya's cock slide against his exposed entrance and suddenly it wasn't enough. He needed this like he needed to breathe and he pushed back on Aya before his lover pushed into him and he didn't stop moving until Aya's cock was buried in him to the hilt.
His muscles burned as his arse complained at such ungentle treatment, but he wasn't the only one moaning and that was all he needed for it to be perfect. He wanted to move, anything to hear those almost animalistic sounds coming from Aya, but strong hands gripped his hips as he tried.
"No," Aya said with such a whip of command that he stilled instantly, "wait."
There was no question of disobedience, not at that moment and all Yoji could do was stay perfectly still with Aya in him all the way. His cock was throbbing as almost unbelievable levels of arousal pumped around his body and yet he could do nothing to help himself. He wanted Aya like he had never wanted anything in his life and, when his lover finally moved, it forced a pathetic whimper from his mouth.
At first Aya's movements were not big, in fact it was more of a gentle rocking motion than real movement, but it still stimulated the right spots. Yoji wanted more almost immediately, but that was because of how perfectly it was pressing his erogenous buttons.
"Please," he begged.
Aya did not release his hips so he could move as he wanted, but his lover did increase the pace a little, sliding further out and back in. His body had completely surrendered now; there was not the slightest resistance in him and all Aya would let him do was respond with moans and small cries and groans as he was very efficiently taken.
The pace increased slowly, but at a rate which was perfect to drive him almost insane and then at the very last moment give him what he needed and before too long he was clinging to the bed with Aya pounding into him. It was fast, it was hard and it was so incredibly good. He wanted to come so badly it hurt.
Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore Aya released his hips and reached round under him. Firm fingers wrapped around his cock, fisting over his erection in perfect time with two more hard thrusts and then he was screaming into the pillow like it was the end of the world. As far as he was concerned it could well have been, because everything definitely exploded and the world fell apart and was remade in the space of a few seconds.
Everything was very surreal for quite a long time and all he really knew was the incredible orgasm that tried to make him pass out again. There had to be a law somewhere against Aya making him faint twice in the same day and he just barely managed to claw on to enough self control to fend off the blackness.
When reality finally deigned to make a reappearance, he found that he had been pushed on to his side and he blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Aya was kneeling up watching him and very slowly licking his semen off the long, clever fingers that had been wrapped around his cock. All he could do was watch in stunned fascination as Aya finished with his own hand and then gracefully leant over him. When Aya began to clean his cock with a very agile tongue he thought he might just die.
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Ken walked into the kitchen as Omi went and parked his bike. The fact that Omi had had a puncture and had to call him for help meant they were both late back, but at least they had made it before the heavens opened. It had been threatening rain all day, but so far it was holding off. The first thing that Ken expected to find was not a pair of shoes and a pair of trousers on the floor just inside the door. They were quite obviously Yoji's and the way the table had been pushed back slightly and the chair all but shoved out of the way either Yoji had decided to fight naked or sex was involved in the situation somewhere.
Ken knew he was not the most worldly member of the team, but he did recognise the signs when he saw them and his first thought was that Omi was coming through the door any moment. Omi was not innocent either, but he was the chibi of Weiß and hence Ken had this irrational desire to protect his younger friend from whatever depravity Yoji was into today.
Quickly he picked up the evidence, putting it under one arm as he did his best to straighten the kitchen, then he headed up the hallway with the intention of hiding Yoji's stuff in his room until the older Weiß reappeared. He could even smell sex on the clothes. Aya was definitely going to have to do something about Yoji's habits sooner or later; this was ridiculous, it was still the afternoon for heaven's sake.
"Ken!"
He stopped dead as he heard his name called in a rather desperate tone. Problem was the voice was definitely Yoji's and it was most assuredly coming from Aya's room, which were two facts Ken had expected to intersect even less than he had expected to find Yoji's clothes in the kitchen.
"Yoji?" he asked in a tentative tone, walking up to the door and putting his ear to it.
He heard a rather wanton moan and almost backed off again.
"Help," was the one word that stopped him.
For just a moment he doubted what he was hearing through the door and it was enough to kick start his desire to assist a team mate in distress. Before he could talk himself out of it, he took hold of the door handle and turned it, and it actually opened. What he found as the door swung back made his chin almost hit the floor and something about what he saw caused all the processes in his brain to stop at the same time.
Yoji was on the bed sort of half reaching for the door, but not really and Aya was lying across Yoji seemingly very interested in the taller man's chest. They were both distinctly naked and there were signs of hot and heavy sex on both of them. Yoji definitely didn't look like he needed help and Ken would have fled, but something in the room seemed to have separated his brain from his body. The way Yoji was writhing under Aya was possibly the most erotic thing Ken had seen, ever, including the time Yoji had got him drunk and made him watch porn, and he felt himself hardening.
"Ken," Yoji finally looked at him, "Aya ... oh god ... something wron... ngh ... insatiable, going ... to ... kill me."
The problem was that through the whole speech Yoji seemed completely torn; the oldest Weiß appeared to be enjoying himself, but he did look rather exhausted.
"What should I do?" Ken finally managed to make his body cooperate enough so he could speak.
The moment he uttered a sound Aya looked up and he found himself pinned down by lust filled violet eyes. It was the most disconcerting feeling, especially as Yoji sighed in relief.
"Close the door," Aya said in a perfectly reasonable tone as if Ken had been talking to him.
The really freaky thing was that Ken found himself doing just that as if Aya's order had bypassed his higher brain and engaged his motor centres directly. The door swung almost closed as he flicked it with his hand and then he was alone in the room with Yoji and Aya.
"Well done," Aya said to Yoji and kissed the other man, who moaned again and Ken began to suspect a set up.
Any reasons for this possible scenario fled his head, however, when Aya languidly climbed off Yoji and began walking towards him. Part of Ken really wanted to run away, since both his danger instincts and his complete embarrassment level were firing, but he was rooted to the spot. There was no preamble, no indication of what Aya had in mind, the redhead just walked up to him, took him by the front of the shirt, pushed his collar aside and bit him hard.
Ken's legs almost gave out and he dropped everything he was holding as erotic messages flew to every part of his body. He was sure Aya had bitten him almost hard enough to break the skin and it destroyed any resistance in him. There was no one in the world who knew what he fantasized in the dark of his room at night, but Ken had known for a long time he had a kink and Aya had just found it. He just about managed to keep his feet under him as Aya dragged him towards the bed and all but threw him down next to Yoji.
Ken really did consider trying to fight Aya off, he honestly did, but the way Aya climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, all domination and power, had most of him trembling like a school girl with her first crush. When Aya casually reached out, took his shirt in both hands and then ripped it in two he actually whimpered. Something that he kept very well hidden deep inside of him was rising to the surface and literally all he could do was lay there.
Aya pushed his arms out of the way and moved up over his chest and Ken did absolutely nothing to resist. His higher brain seemed to have been completely removed from the equation and, as he breathed in the smell of musk, sweat and sex, the rest of reality seemed very remote.
"Suck it," Aya said with a tone of command that had Ken quivering with arousal.
It never entered his head not to obey and his eyes zeroed in on Aya's more than healthy erection. He lifted up as well as he could, bent his neck and took Aya's cock into his mouth without even considering not doing so. He was not sure what he expected Aya to taste like; it wasn't as if he'd ever given a blow job before, but his senses exploded with the male, musky flavour. His higher brain wasn't sure if it was really pleasant, but something deep inside of him thought it was wonderful.
Looking up, all he could see was Aya towering over him, almost glaring down at him with those intense lavender eyes and it made him want to melt. It also made him want to give Aya as much pleasure as was physically possible, and, guarding his teeth, he took his friend in as far as he could. Hollowing his cheeks he sucked as he had been told to do and did his best to fight off his natural gag reflex.
For a while Aya let him continue, making the occasional appreciative noise, before leaning forward and lacing fingers through his hair. Aya's grip was hard and firm and Ken just let his superior take over. He had no choice but to let Aya use his mouth any way Aya saw fit and he surrendered completely without the slightest resistance. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew Aya was pushing him to his limit, but not beyond, as Aya thrust in to his mouth and the fact that he was helpless just made his own body throb with greater arousal.
He was a sick, sick puppy; he had always suspected it and now he was proving it, but he really didn't care.
When Aya finally moved back, pulling his hair and making him look up, he could not help coughing a little, but other than that he did not try and move. Aya actually gave him a little smile for that, which sent erotic messages all over his body. Every cell in his body wanted to submit and if Aya had told him to crawl along the floor he would have done.
"You like pain, don't you, Ken-chan," Aya said in a low whisper, illustrating by pulling his hair and making him moan. "Is there anything you won't do for me?"
Ken shook his head, far too gone to speak with any coherency. When Aya pushed him back onto the bed, he went and, when Aya climbed off him, he was parting his legs almost before Aya urged him to. He knew what Aya wanted without being told and his whole torso was shivering in anticipation. If Aya had been wearing mission clothes at that point he was pretty sure he would have just died of pleasure overload and made a mental note to see if maybe they couldn't play that game later at some point.
"You want me already," Aya said in an amused tone, "but I don't think you can take me just yet."
Part of Ken wanted to protest that he could take anything Aya could give, but the submissive part was far too much in control to contradict his current master. At some point, probably the moment he had been bitten, his subconscious had decided Aya was in charge, and he was not about to disagree with anything. He was actually sure he was incapable of disagreeing. Aya pushed his legs up and apart and he did his best to stay exactly where he was put; even if his higher brain didn't quite know what was going on, his lower brain knew exactly what his role was.
Aya's touch was firm and unyielding as his leader leaned over him and forced two fingers into his mouth. Ken sucked on the digits until they were withdrawn and did his best to remain as relaxed as possible for what he knew was coming next. Aya pushed both fingers into him without giving him the slightest chance to adjust and it hurt as his muscles complained, but the pain just increased his arousal. He had never been touched there by another person and Aya was being rough, but it was incredible.
He couldn't help whimpering as Aya stretched him, but he wouldn't have stopped Aya if he had been able. This was everything he had ever dreamed about as he rubbed himself almost raw in the quiet of his room.
"Relax," Aya said with such command in his voice that Ken's body responded without his conscious consent.
He would have melted into the bed if he could, but the burning in his arse reduced considerably. It was a little disconcerting to realise his autonomic functions seemed to be at Aya's command as well, but he was not about to complain.
"Good boy," Aya praised with another small smile and he basked in the praise.
He knew he was going to hell for this, but he didn't care and he watched as Aya reached for a small bottle that was on the bed.
Ken kept himself as passive as he was able and, when Aya used the oil in the bottle, forcing a third finger into him, it was far less shocking than the first intrusion. It still hurt, but he reacted automatically as if he was now hardwired to do so. It was almost as if he was drugged and he was on such a high that his body could cope with anything.
"Now you're ready," Aya whispered into his ear, fingers still pushed deep into his body.
All he could do was whimper again as Aya pulled his fingers out, before climbing between his legs and forcing his thighs further up and apart. He watched as Aya used the lubrication again, slicking the erection he could barely take his eyes off. There was no hesitation about Aya's movements, no chance to give him time to think about what he was letting Aya do, and he couldn't help the small cry that was dragged from him as Aya pushed in.
His body did not like the intrusion; Aya stretched him more than he could have imagined and he panted hard through the discomfort. Aya loomed over him and waited and he felt as if Aya was looking into his soul. His muscles turned to liquid under that gaze and Aya waited just a moment less than he needed to adjust completely so that when Aya pulled out and pushed in again there was that edge of pain that set his nerves on fire.
Ken turned his head to the side and bit into the pillow, whimpering as pain and pleasure mixed in his body in such a haze of sensation that he barely knew what reality was.
"You are mine," Aya told him, while using his body in the most direct manner.
"I am yours, Aya-sama," he whispered back between moans of pleasure.
He had never felt this before, never experienced the total domination from another human being and he revelled in it. Aya could have anything his master wanted. All he knew was that this was the most completely mind-blowing moment in his entire life. He almost didn't notice when Aya pulled out, forced him onto his knees and then took him again; all he recognised was the delicious sensations that removed his need to think. When Yoji became involved as well reality really did dissolve into nothing.
End of Part 1
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