Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, kudou yoji, schuldig, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Hunting
Title: Hunting
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Nagi/Aya (Implications of Yohji/Aya)
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: Because when I asked, he told me what to write. A continuation of Sewing, although it can be standalone as well.
Nagi stretched, staring at the outfit's effect in the mirror. He had to admit, the black leather and sleek black fur mixture created a certain 'come hither' air to his appearance. He settled the furry ears on his head, admiring the way they looked when mixed with his own black hair.
"Brings out your eyes," said Schuldig, from the doorway. Nagi frowned, tempted to slam the door in his face. Instead, he let the German remain, glancing back solemnly to raise one eyebrow at the redhead. "It does," Schuldig reiterated, sauntering in to flop on the bed. At the movement, the other eyebrow raised, but Schuldig paid it no mind.
"Why are you here, Schuldig?" Nagi asked tiredly, floating the plush doll away from his pillow. The thought of Schuldig's hands on it made his skin crawl somehow, and he carefully tucked the doll into his trenchcoat pocket. Drawing the coat around his slender frame, he turned back to the mirror. The black, weather-proof material swallowed him, and with his hair down, his face seemed almost lost amidst a sea of ebony.
"Brad said to mention to you that Abyssinian would be at the 'Dark Cat' tonight." Schuldig turned on the bed, laying his head on the pillow and spreading out against the dark coverlet. **Going hunting for kittens tonight?**
At the news, Nagi's head shot around, his eyes widening slightly. One hand stole into his pocket, squeezing the doll and releasing the scent of roses. The odor drifted up toward his nose, just strong enough for him to smell if he thought about it. "The 'Dark Cat', huh? That's that club you like so much, isn't it?"
Schuldig nodded lazily, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, it is. Think you can catch him? He seems pretty uninterested in crap, doesn't he?"
Nagi turned, letting the trenchcoat fall open once more as his hand clung to the doll. As bait went, he felt he was pretty passable. The boots he'd bought would almost reach his knees, their matte-sheen the same as the leather of his skintight shorts. One hand rose, shoving aside the coat to eye the way his top laced up the side. There was easily a nice inch of skin on either side of the leather-and-fur top, the long armbands matching the style from armpit to wrist. Along with the inch of skin at the sides, a large oval was carved out of the chest before the top extended up into a pseudo-collar. He'd put a necklace beneath it, the golden cross laying perfectly in the center of the oval.
"Got a tail under that coat?" Schuldig rumbled from the bed, and Nagi peered back at him once more, smirking. Without a word, he flipped the coat back far enough that the tail showed clearly, currently wound around one leg to keep it out of the way. His telekinetics shifted it, and the tail came to life, moving as a cat's might. Schuldig's answer was a long, low whistle. **He'll like that. You might just catch him after all.** He paused, eyeing Nagi for several minutes before shoving himself off of the bed and stalking from the room.
Nagi started to follow, floating his keys to himself and shutting the lights off before it occurred to him that during the entire exchange, Schuldig had never once called him 'little boy.'