Bar Life - Chapter 1/3
Bar life Chapter 1/3
This is the very first part in an arc that I'm finally going to finish , After three YEARS of procrastination.
Author: Blackash5
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: M-15 for language, Rating will go up in last chapter
Pairing: Yohji/Schuldig, Schuldig/Yohji
Warnings: Beware of cotten candy, bunnies, and strange ways (also known as fluff, sex and occ-ness)
Chapter 1
Yohji felt like he was dead.
Sitting in the back corner of the seedy, smoke filled bar, cigarette hanging out
of his mouth and his shot on the table in front of him. Yohji had to admit to himself
that it was his own fault. He was drinking by himself with out having eaten
anything before he came. Waving his hand to the bartender he order another
round of shots for himself. The bartender glared at him bringing the shots.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough buddy?”
“Nope. Keep em coming.” He slurred out. The bartender shrugged and placed
the round on the table. As he walked away Yohji remembered exactly why he had
gone out to drink him self into oblivion.
He had done IT again. No not sex, well yes it was sex, but get your head out of
gutter. While in the act of sex he had tried to strangle another girl. She had been
nineteen, three years younger then himself. He had come back to himself when
she passed out, from lack of air. A bad thing and a few good things happened to
prevent Yohji from being sent to jail.
One she had insisted one having a very good time that night and they had
gone clubbing and drinking. The no name girl had gotten her self so wasted that by
the time she had passed out from lack of air, Yohji knew that she wasn’t going to
remember anything from that night. Another good thing was that she had insisted
on paying for drinks, so he still had money to pay for his right now.
The only bad thing that happed beside him nearly killing her was that when he
left he was still hard and unfulfilled and refused to give himself a handjob.
“Well, well. Quite the predicament we have here.” A nasal voice spoke from
above him, chuckling. Jerking his head upwards, Yohji gasped as the throbbing had
turned into pounding. Another chuckle. “Beer before liquor, never been sicker.
Liquor before beer, your in the clear.” Schuldig quoted.
“Go to hell Schwarz!” Yohji hissed as he cradled his aching head.
“Nope kazchan! Your drunk off your ass and horny as hell. I say we go
somewhere and have a little fun!” he was leering at Yohji.
“Fuck off, I’m straight, and I would never want to have sex with you if I
wasn’t.”
Schuldig snorted. “Don’t lie to yourself cat, you know your not straight, your bi.
Who was it? Oh yes it was with that girl and when her BOYFRIEND, what was his
name.. ah Jeramy, decided to show up and have a little fun. If you remember
correctly you had such fun as a bottom, your first time too!”
Slamming his fist down on the table, nearly breaking it in half, Yohji fished out a
few bills to cover his drinks. That done he staggered out for the red leather booth,
staggering still more and swaying he walked out of the bar.
Schuldig followed him out, nodding at the bartender and dropping a twenty in
the tip glass. It paid to have friends in low places.
Noticing in his drunken haze that Schuldig was still following him, Yohji turned
down the bar’s ally. Still Schuldig followed. Thinking he had the upper hand, Yohji
spun around and tried to attack. Unfortunately for him Yohji had not taken into
account the amount of liquor that he had consumed that evening and he ended up
getting pushed up aginst the wall by Schuldig.
“Well lebie, do you want to take me up on my offer?”
Yohji just stared. “I don-” but he couldn’t bring himself to say that he didn’t
want it. Schuldig moved closer, their lips were just a centimeter away from each
other. And then they met.
An electric shock passed through both Yohji and Schuldig, who instantly
deepened the kiss. He swept his tongue across Yohji’s lips, who opened them up
instantly. Schuldig's tongue pushed against Yohji’s and battled for dominance. The
two were roughly the same height and Schuldig used his slight height advantage
to trap Yohji’s head against the ally wall and himself. they both used there
experience and making out skills to the best of their ability.
Yohji moaned into the kiss as he felt Schuldig take control. /then again I was
never really in control. WAIT A MINUET! WHAT AM I DOING! Oh but it feels soo right.
Mmm/ Yohji moaned and came to a decision, he didn’t care what was going on. He
was way to wasted to care now, and Schuldig had a nice mouth. Moving his arms
up, he placed them on Schuldig's shoulders and fisted them in his long orange hair,
playing with the ends.
Schuldig moaned as he felt Yohji reach his decision, and pushed against him,
sliding his leg in between Yohji’s legs, rubbing his crotch through the tight leather
that clung to his commando form.
After several minutes of making out, Schuldig was the one to break the kiss. He
pushed his forehead to Yohji placing small wet kisses against his lips and their
corners. // You like now?// he asked in Yohji’s mind. In answer he moaned and
tried to recapture his lips. // I’ll take that as a yes.//
“Schuldiggg.” Yohji moaned, just as they were going in for another kiss and all
of a sudden realized that no matter what he had done he should have NOT have
turned to drinking for the answer. Schuldig moved in time and helped Yohji to stay
semi-upright as he puked the whole contence of his stomach on to the ally floor.
Sighing Schuldig maneuvered the two of them away from the alley. The next
hours were a blur for Yohji as he was violently ill from all the alcohol that he had
almost inhaled he had drank it so fast. He did remember slumping over a toilet and
doing that business there, then being put into clean white sheets and tucked in,
and then he remember seeing a red headed person who had kept him company
placing a damp cloth and wiping away the stickiness and sweat from his face as he
was sick. The last thing he remembered was taking two white pills.
Yohji sat bolt upright. Looking around him he realized that he was indeed in
hotel, an expensive room, so expensive that it had it’s own full bar. He realized
that he had no head ache.
“That’s because I’m repressing it and I had you take a few Advil while you were
still out for it.”
Yohji looked at Schuldig, but there was no hate in what he was staring at.
“Why can’t I hate you. I have to hate you, you’re my enemy.” His gaze turned
angry but he still couldn’t feel the emotion. “Did you mess with my head?”
Schuldig sighed, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And not I didn’t mess
with you head… I have one theory and I think it’s true. There is one way to test it
out. I have tried my side and think it’s the right theory. What would you do if I tried
to kill my self.”
“I would stop you.” He answered. Then stopped shocked that he would say
that.
“Well that confirms that! Yohji do you believe in soul mates?”
This is the very first part in an arc that I'm finally going to finish , After three YEARS of procrastination.
Author: Blackash5
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: M-15 for language, Rating will go up in last chapter
Pairing: Yohji/Schuldig, Schuldig/Yohji
Warnings: Beware of cotten candy, bunnies, and strange ways (also known as fluff, sex and occ-ness)
Chapter 1
Yohji felt like he was dead.
Sitting in the back corner of the seedy, smoke filled bar, cigarette hanging out
of his mouth and his shot on the table in front of him. Yohji had to admit to himself
that it was his own fault. He was drinking by himself with out having eaten
anything before he came. Waving his hand to the bartender he order another
round of shots for himself. The bartender glared at him bringing the shots.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough buddy?”
“Nope. Keep em coming.” He slurred out. The bartender shrugged and placed
the round on the table. As he walked away Yohji remembered exactly why he had
gone out to drink him self into oblivion.
He had done IT again. No not sex, well yes it was sex, but get your head out of
gutter. While in the act of sex he had tried to strangle another girl. She had been
nineteen, three years younger then himself. He had come back to himself when
she passed out, from lack of air. A bad thing and a few good things happened to
prevent Yohji from being sent to jail.
One she had insisted one having a very good time that night and they had
gone clubbing and drinking. The no name girl had gotten her self so wasted that by
the time she had passed out from lack of air, Yohji knew that she wasn’t going to
remember anything from that night. Another good thing was that she had insisted
on paying for drinks, so he still had money to pay for his right now.
The only bad thing that happed beside him nearly killing her was that when he
left he was still hard and unfulfilled and refused to give himself a handjob.
“Well, well. Quite the predicament we have here.” A nasal voice spoke from
above him, chuckling. Jerking his head upwards, Yohji gasped as the throbbing had
turned into pounding. Another chuckle. “Beer before liquor, never been sicker.
Liquor before beer, your in the clear.” Schuldig quoted.
“Go to hell Schwarz!” Yohji hissed as he cradled his aching head.
“Nope kazchan! Your drunk off your ass and horny as hell. I say we go
somewhere and have a little fun!” he was leering at Yohji.
“Fuck off, I’m straight, and I would never want to have sex with you if I
wasn’t.”
Schuldig snorted. “Don’t lie to yourself cat, you know your not straight, your bi.
Who was it? Oh yes it was with that girl and when her BOYFRIEND, what was his
name.. ah Jeramy, decided to show up and have a little fun. If you remember
correctly you had such fun as a bottom, your first time too!”
Slamming his fist down on the table, nearly breaking it in half, Yohji fished out a
few bills to cover his drinks. That done he staggered out for the red leather booth,
staggering still more and swaying he walked out of the bar.
Schuldig followed him out, nodding at the bartender and dropping a twenty in
the tip glass. It paid to have friends in low places.
Noticing in his drunken haze that Schuldig was still following him, Yohji turned
down the bar’s ally. Still Schuldig followed. Thinking he had the upper hand, Yohji
spun around and tried to attack. Unfortunately for him Yohji had not taken into
account the amount of liquor that he had consumed that evening and he ended up
getting pushed up aginst the wall by Schuldig.
“Well lebie, do you want to take me up on my offer?”
Yohji just stared. “I don-” but he couldn’t bring himself to say that he didn’t
want it. Schuldig moved closer, their lips were just a centimeter away from each
other. And then they met.
An electric shock passed through both Yohji and Schuldig, who instantly
deepened the kiss. He swept his tongue across Yohji’s lips, who opened them up
instantly. Schuldig's tongue pushed against Yohji’s and battled for dominance. The
two were roughly the same height and Schuldig used his slight height advantage
to trap Yohji’s head against the ally wall and himself. they both used there
experience and making out skills to the best of their ability.
Yohji moaned into the kiss as he felt Schuldig take control. /then again I was
never really in control. WAIT A MINUET! WHAT AM I DOING! Oh but it feels soo right.
Mmm/ Yohji moaned and came to a decision, he didn’t care what was going on. He
was way to wasted to care now, and Schuldig had a nice mouth. Moving his arms
up, he placed them on Schuldig's shoulders and fisted them in his long orange hair,
playing with the ends.
Schuldig moaned as he felt Yohji reach his decision, and pushed against him,
sliding his leg in between Yohji’s legs, rubbing his crotch through the tight leather
that clung to his commando form.
After several minutes of making out, Schuldig was the one to break the kiss. He
pushed his forehead to Yohji placing small wet kisses against his lips and their
corners. // You like now?// he asked in Yohji’s mind. In answer he moaned and
tried to recapture his lips. // I’ll take that as a yes.//
“Schuldiggg.” Yohji moaned, just as they were going in for another kiss and all
of a sudden realized that no matter what he had done he should have NOT have
turned to drinking for the answer. Schuldig moved in time and helped Yohji to stay
semi-upright as he puked the whole contence of his stomach on to the ally floor.
Sighing Schuldig maneuvered the two of them away from the alley. The next
hours were a blur for Yohji as he was violently ill from all the alcohol that he had
almost inhaled he had drank it so fast. He did remember slumping over a toilet and
doing that business there, then being put into clean white sheets and tucked in,
and then he remember seeing a red headed person who had kept him company
placing a damp cloth and wiping away the stickiness and sweat from his face as he
was sick. The last thing he remembered was taking two white pills.
Yohji sat bolt upright. Looking around him he realized that he was indeed in
hotel, an expensive room, so expensive that it had it’s own full bar. He realized
that he had no head ache.
“That’s because I’m repressing it and I had you take a few Advil while you were
still out for it.”
Yohji looked at Schuldig, but there was no hate in what he was staring at.
“Why can’t I hate you. I have to hate you, you’re my enemy.” His gaze turned
angry but he still couldn’t feel the emotion. “Did you mess with my head?”
Schuldig sighed, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And not I didn’t mess
with you head… I have one theory and I think it’s true. There is one way to test it
out. I have tried my side and think it’s the right theory. What would you do if I tried
to kill my self.”
“I would stop you.” He answered. Then stopped shocked that he would say
that.
“Well that confirms that! Yohji do you believe in soul mates?”