Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | hidaka ken, kudou yoji, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Camping
Title: Camping
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual content
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Ken/Yoji
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: To make him smile.
The kid was a manipulative little shit, Yoji reflected, lifting the cigarette to his lips and feeling again the acrid burn of smoke sliding into his lungs. The sensation was oddly calming, a nice, routine sensation amidst chaos. And Yoji was learning that camping was precisely that - utter chaos. He glanced back to where Ken was grabbing a bucket, and shook his head, remembering the way those two wide, blue eyes had called to him. The kid's a little shit, and I'm a fucking wuss.
Because, of course, it hadn't been Omi's worried words that had dragged him along on this primrose path. The real fault lay with his energetic, easy-going teammate. He'd seen the hurt look Ken had flashed Omi when the younger assassin had explained he couldn't go camping with his best friend - that things had come up. None of them had questioned what. Ken had shut up, Aya had glowered, and Yoji had smoked. And chuckled, of course, teasing Omi about having a secret girlfriend on the side. That had drawn a wince from Ken before the brunette rose abruptly and dumped his plate in the sink. Two minutes later, with Omi babbling reassurances and apologies, Yoji had found himself saying the words he was now regretting. "If you want a partner so bad, I'll go."
And now here he was, watching Ken get the camp set up with unsurprising familiarity. He was definitely the 'outdoorsy' type, his hair in delicious disarray and his t-shirt clinging to the wiry muscles Yoji had often contemplated in his dreams. His jeans were comfortably loose, the denim soft and worn from years of use. For a moment, Yoji delighted in imagining himself walking up behind his teammate and sliding hands along stomach muscles, over the cloth, then under it, and then slipping down to dip beneath the waistband. But the image was gone as soon as it had appeared, and Yoji was left cursing his vivid imagination as Ken waved to him. "Bathtime, Yoji. Unless you want to go to sleep in that sweat."
The idea made the blond shudder, and he stalked after Ken, waiting until they'd reached the water before dropping his cigarette within. Ken glared at him until he picked up the waterlogged cylinder, glaring at it before carefully setting it near a tree with a promise to pick it up and cart it back to camp. This was such a bad idea... He rose, turning in time to see Ken casually discarding his clothes. Yoji's eyes lingered on the way Ken's muscles moved beneath his skin, at the silent power the man exuded. It was there, some indefinable trace of the savagery he exhibited each time they were on a mission. Would he be that savage in bed? The thought lingered, and it took Yoji a minute to realize he was getting hard. His cheeks pinked faintly, and he sighed, wishing once more for his room at home. At least there, Ken never had a chance to figure out what a pervert he was.
"Coming?" Ken called, wading into the cool water of the stream, and Yoji smirked inwardly.
Give me long enough... The thought went unsaid, lingering in Yoji's mind as he stripped, waiting until Ken had turned away from him before slipping hurriedly into the water. The faint chill of late spring water cooled his ardor, although it felt good against his skin, washing away the slight stickiness of day-long sweat. By the time he reached Ken's side and slung his longsleeved shirt over a low-hanging branch, he was almost purring, a thick-cream smile of feline satisfaction on his face. "You're right. This was a good idea," he agreed quietly, the words coming out in a low husk of sound that drew surprised blue eyes to him.
He smirked, shrugging lazily before stretching. "What? A man can't enjoy nature?" Ken shrugged, his gaze flicking upward to where the white shirt hung over Yoji's head.
"You never struck me as the type to enjoy nature, Yoji," he said frankly. "You're a city boy, after all. It's written all over you." But he took a step forward as he spoke, eyes flicking up once again thoughtfully.
Yoji waved a hand at Ken, making sure the movement was languid and sensual. "You underestimate me, Ken. You always do," he smirked, working to put arrogance in tone and expression. The facade normally drove the other man back when he got too close, giving Yoji the chance to recover his composure before Ken pushed him too far. This time, it didn't work.
To Yoji's utter surprise, Ken didn't turn away in disgust, shaking his head at his 'lazy superego of a teammate'. What he did do was take another step forward, and only Yoji's belated stumble backward kept their bodies from brushing for more than a heartbeat. And in that heartbeat, all of Yoji's need returned in spades, burning him from the inside out as he stared at Ken in confusion.
Ken summoned a smirk of his own, the expression as deliberate as the hand that moved slowly upward, grasping the white denim of Yoji's shirt. Green eyes following the upward movement, Yoji utterly missed Ken's left arm until it encased his waist, dragging him forward against the smaller man. Yoji yelped, stiffening in shock. "What the fuck...?"
"Complaining?" Ken asked, the man doing a surprising imitation of Yoji's own bedroom purr. It went straight to Yoji's groin, the final touch that brought everything back. "If you are, you're a liar," he added, hand sliding down to catch Yoji's wrist and lift it slowly above his head. Yoji didn't protest the movement, following Ken's urging without a hint of protest. His eyes were wide, green orbs staring at Ken wildly.
Who are you, and what the fuck have you done with my teammate? he thought, but the words he choked out were quite different, and sealed the lid on his doom - if Ken hadn't realized before, he certainly would now. "How long have you known?"
"For months now," Ken confided, his hand leaving Yoji's wrist for a moment before denim slipped over it, tying it to the branch above. Yoji looked up in shock, and Ken took the opportunity to grab the other wrist, bringing it up and repeating the treatment. "You really should learn not to talk in your sleep. Especially during wet dreams. Everyone knows."
"What are you planning to do about it?" Yoji asked quietly, tugging at his wrists for a moment before stopping. Can a person actually die of mortification? he wondered inwardly, the question followed immediately by, I should have made my will... The binding around his wrist was surprisingly secure. He COULD get out of it, if he really wanted to - they were all trained in that sort of thing. But he left it. For one thing, he trusted Ken, despite the pod-person atmosphere of this whole evening. For another, getting free would take time and work, and it might very well be quicker to handle things the way Ken obviously wanted.
"I'm planning to give you a mindblowing fuck," Ken said bluntly, never one for fancy words. Somehow, the abrupt information made Yoji harder - if Ken had wrapped it up in a pretty package, he would've known Ken didn't really mean it. But for the plainspoken man to say it so baldly... Ken laughed as Yoji started rubbing himself against Ken anywhere he could reach. "Whether I do anything about it after tonight is up to you."
"What do you mean?" Yoji demanded, feeling his cock slide against Ken's and hearing the faint hitch in Ken's breathing in response. Much more of this, and he'd sell his soul for a chance at continuing the torment.
Ken drew him closer, running his fingers lightly down the length of Yoji's spine right to the shallow indentation above his crease before answering. "If you want this to last beyond tonight... convince me you're worth it. I mean, I would have to put up with a lot if I took you into my bed." Yoji moaned at the thought, for a moment envisioning Ken standing in his room, bathed in the small pool of moonlight before his window. He tugged at his hands again, trying to drop to his knees and convince Ken right then and there. But as he'd already figured out, he was securely held.
"You like that, don't you?" Ken asked softly, ending the question by nipping sharply at Yoji's neck. There was a small place there that weakened Yoji's knees, though it wasn't his most vulnerable spot. And he was grateful for that slight reprieve - already, he was willing to do pretty much anything to guarantee that this would happen again, and often. "So what are you going to do to convince me?"
"Whatever you want," Yoji promised huskily, lifting one leg in an effort to wrap it around Ken's waist. His answer was another smirk, and then he realized that Ken DID know his most vulnerable spot - his hand slid up into Yoji's hair, tugging back until Ken could feed at the soft underside of the man's jaw. Yoji moaned, his body shuddering. The tugging sensation slid through him like a thousand tiny shivers, melting any resistance he might still have had.
Ken released his hair, sliding stubby fingernails down to scratch over his chest, leaving faint red lines. "I want you. I want you screaming my name as loudly as you can while you come for me," Ken purred, taking one nipple between his fingers and pinching it sharply. "I want you to forget all those spoiled princesses you've been sleeping with. I want to be the only thing in your mind." The words were punctuated by sharp nips along Yoji's shoulder, the bites leaving shallow marks in his skin.
Yoji's eyes slid shut, his head remaining back as he tried to think enough to know how to respond. It was definitely growing difficult to concentrate on anything other than the bedroom rasp in his ear and the warm body against his, teasing his into painful life. He moaned again, lifting his other leg and wrapping both around Ken's waist. His teammate's (lover's?) cock settled into the crease below, rubbing along it in frustrating temptation. Ken chuckled and took a step back, angling Yoji so that he could bend down to take a nipple between those sadistic teeth and nibble.
"Fuck, Ken," Yoji hissed, his fingers wrapping around the taut arms of his shirt and clinging. He wished desperately that they were wrapped around the man against him, but knew better than to voice the complaint - if he pissed Ken off, he'd never survive the weekend. "Don't tease me. Gods, do whatever you want, just don't fucking tease."
Ken snorted, lifting his head as one hand slipped beneath Yoji. "Ever heard of foreplay?" he smirked, just as his head nudged against the tight ring of muscle at Yoji's anus, pressing slowly inward. The water smoothed the way a bit, though Yoji still felt the thick cock stretching him painfully. He whimpered, swaying slightly as he hung suspended by arms and legs. When Ken was fully seated within him, he froze, letting Yoji's body slowly adjust to the invader. "Does it feel good?" he whispered against the blond's ear.
Yoji nodded, gasping for breath as he felt every tremor of control in Ken's body run through his own. "Why'd you stop?" he managed, body feeling weak and needy. He'd never been on this side of sex before - he'd always been a take-charge kind of guy, and the few other men he'd slept with had always been where he was now. He'd felt slightly sorry for them before this - not understanding the pleasure, he'd automatically assumed he had it better. But there was something utterly divine about the way Ken felt sliding against him, into him, something arousing in and of itself about the thought of Ken using his body for his own pleasure.
Ken laughed, shaking his head even as he started to withdraw. The rush of cool water over the burning skin of his stretched muscles soothed them, and Yoji moaned again. "You really are oversexed, lover," Ken observed, scratching at Yoji's chest again before moving his hands down to trace red patterns over Yoji's abdomen.
Yoji didn't have the mental power to argue with the statement. Water filled him as soon as Ken pulled out fully, only to be displaced as Ken settled back in again, warming Yoji once more. The water swirled around his engorged cock, teasing it with liquid, insubstantial caresses. "Gods, Ken. Just fuck me," he begged, even though Ken was already doing just that. And Ken responded by sliding a hand between them and grasping Yoji's cock, pumping it in time with the claiming thrusts.
Ken grinned, watching Yoji's desperate writhing as he tried to squirm into further friction. "This is how I want you," he confided, catching Yoji's attention. The man looked up in confusion, and Ken's smile grew predatory. "Desperate for me. For ONLY me," he added, stroking his fingers through the thick hair before licking a taste of sweat from Yoji's collarbone. "You're mine. And now that you know it, I'm not going to let you go."
That threat was perfectly fine with Yoji - he already knew that if it took Ken's terms for this to happen, he'd agree to them. "All yours," he gasped, crying out as Ken dropped his mouth to Yoji's chest and left a sharp mark there. "KEN, Gods!" he choked out, and then the hand was pumping again, and the pain in his chest faded to unimportant in the face of his impending climax.
"Come for me." The whisper scraped at Yoji's ear the way Ken's cock scraped at his anus, invading his mind with the demand. Yoji whimpered, nodding vigorously as Ken's stroking increased, his hand churning the water as it flew over Yoji's cock. Faced with the command, Yoji could only give in, arching and writhing as he tried desperately to hold off. But fantasy fueled the heat into an inferno, and he found himself bucking helplessly as he spilled his pleasure into the water surrounding them. He must have screamed Ken's name, if the resultant smirk was anything to go by, but he couldn't remember doing so.
Ken followed Yoji over the edge, the blond's contractions carrying him along. It took only a moment for him to register the almost-incomprehensible word Yoji shrieked as he came, but Ken smirked with it, gazing at Yoji for a moment before collapsing against his chest and thrusting. They stayed together, Ken clinging to Yoji after he was spent, nuzzling his lover's neck and arm before finally reaching up to reluctantly let Yoji out of his bindings.
Strong arms caught his lover, wrapping around Yoji before the man could splash wholly into the water and carting him to shore. They dropped to the grass-covered ground, Ken rolling immediately to cover Yoji, laying there despite their spent bodies. "You're mine now," he said again, quiet words claiming the blond. Yoji lay there in bliss, occasionally shivering as the memory of pleasure spread through him.
"All yours," he repeated in turn, contentedly.
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