posted on livejournal October 05, 2003
archived March 17, 2007
Title: Prelude to the End
Author: von (jupiterjones@livejournal.com and bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com)
Series: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
Category: smut, yaoi, angst, smut
Rating: very adult content
Pairings: KenXYohji
Warnings: Lemon. Language. Not intended for readers under 18. Void where prohibited. No refund, no return. We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone
Spoilers: not really
Disclaimer: Weiss Kruez and Weiss Kreuz-Gluhen characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
Notes: This was set before Ken and Yohji's first appearance in WK-Gluhen and is the prelude to a future fic to be set at the end of the Gluhen series.
Prelude to the End
Yohji woke with a start. His body was covered in sweat despite the fact that the temperature in the room was near freezing. Next to the bed was a window with no curtains. The full moon bathed everything in white light, as it stole all color from the room. For a moment or two, Yohji couldn't remember exactly where he was. A sudden shift in the mattress alerted him that he was not the sole occupant of the bed.
Closing his eyes, Yohji's worst nightmare it seemed was about to play itself out once again. Reluctantly, he looked down to his right, holding his breath for the worst. His hands were trembling.
"Ah..." he moaned softly, relieved that person beside him on the bed was Ken. Drawing his knees up, Yohji leaned his forehead on his arms.
Beside him, Ken stretched a little and turned over, one arm flinging over his head. The moonlight painted his well-sculpted body with highlights and shadows, emphasizing the smooth muscles that defined his form. Without his clothes it was easy to forget that Ken had once been the quintessential boy next door. Nude, he looked like a sexy predator in human form. And from what Yohji had seen of him lately, the predator part was coming more and more to the fore.
Opening his eyes, Ken looked up, suddenly. He yawned. "What are you doing awake?" he said. "Brooding again?"
"I'm..." Yohji began. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."
Sitting up, Ken watched Yohji's face. "No, I don't think so," he said. "When are you just going to get over it?"
"If you mean forget about it, then never," Yohji said. "I wish I could forget, but I owe her... them."
"If I'd meant forget about it, I would have said, forget about it. I said get over it. You've become a predator of women... so fine. Stick to men. And shut up and lay down," Ken said, reaching up an arm to pull Yohji to the mattress, none too gently. Balancing his weight to keep the taller man down, Ken leaned over and kissed Yohji's mouth, pushing his tongue in aggressively.
Instinctively, Yohji closed his eyes, kissing Ken back. In the next few moments, Yohji crawled on top of Ken, sucking his tongue hungrily, pinning his body to the bed with his own.
If Yohji thought Ken was going to stay down, he would soon discover otherwise. The shorter man quickly tangled his legs in Yohji's and used the leverage to get the blond off of him and reverse their positions once again. This time he crawled on top of Yohji and straddled his stomach. "Fuckin' stay down," he growled softly. Spreading his hands over Yohji's chest, his fingers closed over the blond's nipples and began pinching and twisting them. Not hard enough to hurt... much. Just hard enough to feel very very nasty.
Yohji gasped, feeling his cock tighten and swell. Looking up, he closed his hands around Ken's wrists. "Fuck you," he said through clenched teeth. The sensations caused by Ken's fingers dulled the mental anguish. He wasn't sure how they had come to this, but it didn't seem to matter. What mattered, at least to Yohji, was that he was partnered with someone who could fight back and should it come down to it, kill him as well.
Seeing the German moonlight fall across Ken's face, Yohji licked his lips.
Ken smiled. The sweet smile his partners had always known still surfaced on occasion but this wasn't it, this was a more recent expression, and there was more than a hint of darkness in it.
"No, fuck *you*," he replied. Bending down he licked first one slightly abused nipple and then the other, knowing that Yohji was very nearly a slave to his hedonistic tendencies.
Yohji groaned, feeling his body shiver. He slipped his fingers into Ken's hair, pulling the former soccer star to him indulgently. "Ken... kun," he managed as his body writhed against the sheets.
"Why are straight men always such fems when they go over the line?" Ken muttered, and sucked the nipple in his mouth harder. His cock was pressed between his belly and Yohji's, and he began rocking his hips, rubbing it between them. It felt good.
"Bastard," Yohji replied. He closed his eyes briefly, as he felt Ken rock against him. Raising his knee, Yohji pulled Ken down to the bed next to him. "It's no wonder you never had a date," he said and pulled Ken's face to his, kissing him hard.
Ken growled into the kiss but accepted it. It was okay to let Yohji lead for a few minutes, it was all the poor bastard knew how to do.
Breaking away from the kiss finally, he said, "I did so have dates. Both sexes. Too bad you favored quantity over quality."
Sliding his hand between them, he curled his fingers firmly around Yohji's cock and gave it a meaningful squeeze.
Yohji's body responded by moving against Ken's hand. His words made Yohji chuckle. "It seemed a way to go," he said, sliding his hand over Ken's hip. "Of course, I have been mistaken a time or two," he added, squeezing the firm flesh beneath his hand.
"We've all been mistaken... a time or two," Ken growled, thinking unpleasantly about a particular time, a particular mistake... that ended up costing him his dream and landed him in this life, and the career path of a killer. Feeling Yohji's erection firm and finish its transformation, a little smile curved Ken's well-shaped mouth. Whatever one might say of Yohji's Casanova tendencies, at least he had the equipment to back it up. Ken let him rock, stroking himself as Ken simply held on. Then he began to take over the process, squeezing the swollen flesh and pulling, stroking in a slightly faster tempo.
"Mmm," Yohji responded, looking down at Ken's hand as it pumped his swollen cock. He licked his lips and then reached farther behind Ken, squeezing his rear again. Perspiration trickled down his temple as the cold room was suddenly warmed by the waves of heat from their bodies. "Ah," he said. "More than a couple of times," he added between clenched teeth. "Ahh...fuck," he rasped as Ken masturbated him.
"That's pretty much what I had in mind," Ken said, grinning. "But I think you are a little confused about who is going to fuck whom..."
"Oh, I am?" Yohji said, feeling his cock swell slightly in Ken's hand. He knew he was very close.
"Mm hm," Ken answered, pushing Yohji once more onto his back. Then he bent over the blond's lap and began to swallow him.
"Shit," Yohji swore, feeling Ken's hot, wet mouth cover him. Sliding his hands around Ken's head, Yohji pumped his hips upward. Grudgingly, he admitted that he liked this form of sex. It was uninhibited and raw. He could do things with Ken that he could never do with a woman. He didn't have to be in control all of the time. It was freeing.
From his position above, Ken could control how far Yohji's thrashing hips were able to push his cock into Ken's mouth, so he let Yohji dance as much as he liked. Holding the base of Yohji's cock firmly, he moved his head, licking and sucking the shaft. He didn't spend a lot of time trying to be fancy about it. He knew what felt good and he delivered it.
Yohji felt the warm, wet tongue swirl around his cock as Ken's practiced mouth formed a tight ring around him. Sweat poured from his brow as his body moved on the bed. "You.. little fuck!" Yohji swore feeling his balls move upward towards the warmth of his superheated body. The nightmare was all but forgotten as the mental image and physical sensation of what Ken was doing to him took center stage. Yohji knew he wasn't far from the edge. "You want it..." he managed, through gritted teeth. Seconds later, he felt his seed fill the dark-haired assassin's mouth as his body clenched and jerked.
Ken deftly placed his thumb at the base of Yohji's cock and pressed hard, sending the last spurt of seed out along with a little jolt to the blond assassin. He lifted his head slowly, containing the milky fluid, then turned his head and spat over the edge of the bed. He wasn't about to swallow. Yohji Kudo had too many lovers and he never remembered to be careful. Leaving Yohji where he sprawled, Ken fumbled beside the bed and came up with a half-empty bottle of alcohol, cheap vodka this time, if he remembered. He used a mouthful of it to rinse his mouth and spat again. The floor on one side of the bed was going to be a mess but they were leaving in the morning and he didn't particularly care who had to clean it up.
Taking a second mouthful of the nasty booze, he swallowed it, ridding himself of the last taste of Yohji.
Setting the bottle back down, he leaned over the taller man and began rolling him over, until Yohji was lying on his stomach. The next thing the blond felt was Ken's strong hands pushing his legs apart.
Yohji chuckled as he watched Ken through half-closed lids. He wanted to make some smart-assed remark about being given a clean bill of health before coming to Germany, but he didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes a moment, feeling the relaxing effect of the climax pour over him. The next thing he knew, his body was being pushed over and Ken's strong hands were opening him. "What the fu.. " he said, then the picture manifested itself in his mind. He raised his arms on level with his head and laughed. "So, it becomes clearer," he said, resting his head on his hands. "You really wanna fuck me, Ken-chan."
Ken had already reached under the mattress for the tube of lubricant he'd slipped there earlier in the evening. "I'm going to stick that 'chan' shit up your ass and make you like it," he answered, coating his fingers and then his cock. His own words and the mental image they evoked finished bringing his cock back up to full mast. Spreading Yohji's ass with his hands, he smeared the tight opening with slippery stuff and began working a finger inside. He wasn't particularly gentle about it, but he did know how to coax the ring of muscle, in spite of Yohji's mental disinclination to open for him. "Just relax... I'll do all the work. You'll like it. All you have to do is lay there and get fucked..."
Yohji gasped at the first intrusion to his ass, feeling his muscles clench tightly. His mouth opened at the pain as he lifted up to rest on his arms. He had no doubt that Ken knew what he was doing. "You insolent puppy dog," Yohji said softly. He wanted to look over his shoulder at Ken. He wanted to see his face, his cock. He wanted to know just how badly Ken wanted this, but his mind focused on Ken's fingers.
An insane part of his mind liked the pain and wanted more. Licking his parched lips, Yohji felt his cock twitch at the prospect and he smiled. "Enough teasing," he said. "Just fuck me, if you're going to do it. And make it good, Ken...chan."
"There's that Kudo sweet talk I've heard so much about," Ken chuckled, working a second finger into the tight, narrow ass before him. "Now here's mine: shut up. I'm driving, so shut the fuck up and whine like the bitch you know you are." He worked at the opening, careful not to let the flesh tear. He wasn't all that thick himself, though he had nothing to be ashamed of. He figured he had enough to give Yohji a few surprises. Letting his fingers slip out, he wrapped his hands around Yohji's hips and lifted, tilting the nice pale-skinned body up and out. Moving closer on his knees, he placed his cock at the entrance and began to work himself in. It was a tight fit, and the ring snapped tight right behind the head of his cock, pulling a little pleased groan from his throat. This was going to be nice.
Aided by the lube, Ken began to push, slowly impaling his partner on the length of his shaft until his hip bones met the softer parts of Yohji's ass. The blond was so damn tight.
"Ahh!" Yohji exclaimed as he felt Ken's cock plunge into him. His chest rose and fell hard as he felt pain course through his body. He braced himself on all fours on the bed, feeling Ken's nest of hair caress his ass in an ironic afterthought. Yohji could feel the heat from Ken's body and the fullness of his swollen cock inside of him. He had never felt so secure and joined with another human being in his life. Even though he had fucked many, woken up with many, it was this arrangement that had finally caught his attention. He laughed, pushing his hips back until he could feel Ken's stomach move behind him.
"Y... you're bigger in person," Yohji said, feeling his own cock jump to full attention. "Ken... more," he added, clenching his ass around Ken's shaft and shuddering at the fresh sensation of pain.
"Nnngh... I bet you say that to all the young studs who bend you over," Ken said back, through his teeth. He gave Yohji's ass a little slap. "Relax and damn it, let me do this, or I'll choke you unconscious and fuck you." The words just tumbled out, unconsidered, like most of what came out of Ken's mouth. His eyelids were almost shut and he rotated his hips. He'd find it, he'd feel it, either through his own flesh or in the reaction when his cock grazed the spot that he knew had to be there, somewhere, in Yohji's tight little formerly straight ass.
Bingo. He felt the sudden reaction, and more, the shocked surprise as a pleasure Yohji hadn't expected overrode the discomfort. Smiling to himself, Ken settled his hands like a double vise around Yohji's rear and went to work on that spot, withdrawing and thrusting. He'd been a defender on the soccer field but he knew how to make goals when it counted and he set to racking up a series.
The world faded from existence as Yohji felt Ken work his ass. Dizzying pleasure with a chaser of pain mixed into an intoxicating cocktail as the blonde assassin felt himself on the razor's edge. A tiny mental voice asked if this was what his lovers had felt like when he had taken them, but he concluded quickly that it was impossible. Whatever he had considered a normal sexual experience before was being completely obliterated in the face of what he was getting right now from Ken.
Giving up speech entirely, Yohji leaned his head down and moaned as his body and soul spoke for him. He could feel his hips move back to meet the onslaught, not wanting to waste a second. Ken had warned him, but Yohji hadn't taken it too seriously. As he felt Ken's cock drive into him, a smile etched itself over his features for a moment. 'Little bastard,' he thought, possessively. 'You've bitched me.'
As Yohji lowered his head, his ass tilted up a little more, perfect... Ken had his groove now and simply rode it, the pleasure of the tight friction sending him to a place of no thought, just feeling and instinct. He'd wanted to do this for a while now, but this trip had finally provided him with the opportunity. His self-destructive partner was in a downhill slide, but then who among them wasn't?
Speeding the pace up, Ken loosened one hand from its grip long enough to slide it around Yohji's waist and begin pumping his cock. He was hoping for a scream. A grunt would do, but a scream would be so nice... His hips snapped, faster and harder, as he felt his own balls tighten. "Come on, Kudo," he murmured, "Come to pappa..."
The scream began as a low moan as Yohji felt engulfed in heat and lust. His body became a pendulum swinging back and forth impaled on Ken's cock and his own cock in Ken's firm grip. His balls danced, full and straining towards his body once more. Whatever dignity he thought was left to him vanished completely. Yohji moaned in an ever spiraling call of desire as semen erupted into the air and over Ken's hand in a shuddering, wracking climax that seemed to begin in his ass and exit through his cock. "Nggaaaahhhh," he cried out, filling the room with sound.
Ken's eyes closed and a tiger smile stretched his lips as he heard the sound, and felt his own explosion of pleasure. He pounded repeatedly into the dancing body in front of him, releasing everything he had into that tight passage as it spasmed, milking him. He could almost feel Yohji's body drinking up every drop he could give.
At some point, he collapsed on top of the blond, who sprawled under him. As he gasped, breathing deeply, he became aware that a stuttering, crazy-sounding laugh was tickling his ears. Just like Yohji, the man was insane... except it wasn't Yohji's voice, it was his own.
A few more deep breaths and the laugh subsided to an occasional low giggle. Sliding back, he bent down and swiped his tongue across Yohji's come-smeared pucker.
Crawling over the blond's prone body, he made himself comfortable. "That was sweet," he said, feeling a satisfaction he hadn't experienced in a long time. "Finally nailed your ass."
"To the fucking wall," Yohji said, turning his head towards his dark lover. The tingling in his ass had subsided and Yohji felt both opened and used. "Ok. So you were right. I feel like a bitch... a well-used bitch, in fact," he added with a little chuckle. "I wonder if wom... fuck it. It felt good, Ken-kun."
Ken laughed again, at the change in suffix. "No, you crazy ass, women don't. You're a man-bitch," he said, grinning. "You like a cock up your ass. Women don't have that little surprise up their butts, they have their own shit. So it feels good and you like it. Welcome to the world of guys who got it in the end," he finished, and laughed again. "I told you'd I'd stick that chan up your ass. Now it's up there, but good. When it starts to ache, you'll just have to come ask me nicely to give it a little tickle."
Yohji laughed. "Ok." he said, with a smile on his face. "Our code. Chan is aching, tickle it for me."
Ken snorted softly. "Yeah right," he said, yawning. "And the other piece of code - shut up bitch and go to sleep." Throwing an arm around Yohji's waist, Ken settled into a comfortable position and closed his eyes, a little smile curving his lips, not quite ready to go away.
Yohji chuckled again, moving closer to Ken on the bed. "Got it," he said, feeling his eyelids drift down as he fell into a calm sleep.
~Owari~