[Weiß Kreuz] Burning Desperation Title: Burning Desperation Author:trio Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Masturbation, sex, male/male Word Count: 558 Summary: Ken's desperate for Yoji's touch. Author's Notes: Not sure quite where the concept for this one came from, and I'm told I didn't explain the beginning well - Ken's fantasizing in his last moments.
Touching. Fingers were touching him, trailing through the sweat that had sprung up along his body, teasing over bare skin and into the planes where clothing gathered. His shirt clung to his skin, damp and sticky, and he gasped, staring up at a hazy ceiling as those long fingers dipped beneath his shirt hem, nails raking across his stomach and leaving red lines that blended with the beautiful flush of his skin. Hot... watching those fingers had always made him so hot, until his pants tented and he forced himself to think about something else, ANYTHING other than those hands, that wicked smile. And now there was touch there, glorious touch where he'd only ever dreamt before, and lust in green eyes half-hidden behind those sunglasses.
Ken fumbled with his jeans, breath coming in choked pants as he spread them open, his eyes shutting against sudden tears of need. He couldn't breathe for the pleasure, couldn't even think when that hand drifted lower, teasing along the bulge in his briefs before dipping within so that skin scraped against skin and he cried out, his voice lost amidst the roar echoing in his ears. Ken's free hand scratched at the ground, fingers scraping against the roughness but it didn't matter because that wicked hand was palming him, rubbing him, teasing him. He thrashed, head lifting for a kiss before falling back to gasp sharply. He couldn't hold out, couldn't keep himself from coming into that touch, feeling the proof of his need splash and sizzle against his skin. And then the hand was gone and he was rolling to the side, head against concrete as he fumbled with his pants, zipping himself up and staring blankly into the distance, desperate and hurting all at once. It was over... it was done... He'd failed.
He wasn't expecting anyone to grab the back of his jacket, to haul him up onto unsteady legs and turn him, his wide eyes meeting worried green ones as Yoji tugged him. "We're not done yet," he said, his sleeve held to his mouth as the flames crowded closer to them, blond hair sticking to the side of his face when he nodded to the exit he'd come through, the flames barring the way but clearly not enough. "Get your ass out of here!" He didn't release Ken, only shifted his grip down to Ken's wrist and jerked him along as Ken stared at Yoji, following blindly.
I was dead. The thought echoed in his brain and he stumbled, briefly, as flames licked at his calves. And then he was moving again, feeling his sneakers stick to the concrete just a bit before they were suddenly barrelling through doors to freedom, the clean, smokeless air hitting them like a wall. Ken stumbled again, shaken and terrified and gasping for the pure air that he could suddenly pull into his lungs, and Yoji jerked hard. And they were rolling together, arms wrapped around each other and Yoji staring down at Ken for a hesitant second. In his eyes, Ken could read pure fear and relief mixed of equal parts, but the real shock was when lips met his, and Yoji held the kiss, body pressing into Ken's and bringing back all the heat and all the need he'd thought would never be answered. Perhaps he'd been wrong.