Amethyst Eyes
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Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,933
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Amethyst Eyes
You figure out whose with whom, I'm not saying.
I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I have nothing so don't sue me.
This was the very first fan fic I ever wrote. ^_^
Dedicated to my friends, Ummeiko and Auburnimp
Amethyst Eyes I
by zheyrryhn aka Michael Barnette
It was always like this. Late. In the middle of the night somewhere near dawn. Like a suicide... A four am death.
He slipped into bed, silent, wordless. We didn't need words. Never had. It was just understood.
Lightly callused hands stripped the briefs from me, found my cock and lightly brushed against it. Just his entry into my room, his weight on my bed had done it. Made me hard.
Another thing we were both aware of. He'd had me like this from the very first time... I imagine our very last time... before one of us is killed by this life... it will be just the same. Him slipping into my room in the middle of the night to have me... in silence.
I open my eyes to see him pouring lube over his erection. It's the closest thing we have to foreplay, that slow caressing he gives himself.
Himself.
I cannot touch him. Dare not. He is inviolate... and my hands remain motionless on the bed, gripping the sheets. I learned that lesson the very first time. Backhanded by a hard fist for running a hand over his shoulder. For wanting to feel him.
It only took the one time. I learned fast despite my reputation for being a bit slow on the up take.
The only contact I'm allowed with him is the necessary contact. His cock, my ass, our groins together. No more than that.
He uses me. I allow it. It's his right.
I've learned to enjoy it.
He pushes himself into me in one swift thrust, filling me, hurting me at first with the sudden expansion, the shock to my tight, unprepared ass.
Then he starts to move. Prick slipping in that same steady rhythm he always uses. I close my eyes, letting myself feel the pleasure this give me, wanting more, accepting what I get.
His tempo increases, his thrusts deepening as my body relaxes, his cock finding that spot inside me finally and I shudder, my own prick hard and straining, wanting release.
I *want* more than this. I want his touch, his mouth on mine, our bodies touching.
But those things aren't for me. He gives those to another. To a tall, slim blonde with jade green eyes.
I've heard them together behind locked doors. Sometimes in one bedroom, sometimes in the other. I've heard them both moan, crying out their passion. I've heard them both whispering... ai shiteru... I love you... into the darkness.
His pace quickens now, hard, rough, demanding... nearing orgasm. I hold my breath, trying to be with him when he reaches his release... knowing I won't be.
He takes but gives me nothing.
It's his right.
His cum is warm inside me.
He stays, poised above me, breathing hard, arms shaking with the exertion, the waning of his passion.
Then his lips brush mine, lightly... something he's never done before.
"Arigatou," he murmurs softy, further shocking me.
And then he's gone.
Alone, I seek my own release, thinking of amethyst eyes.
~~~
owari
to find out about zherryhn's original slash fiction please go to:
http://www.michaelbarnette.com
I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I have nothing so don't sue me.
This was the very first fan fic I ever wrote. ^_^
Dedicated to my friends, Ummeiko and Auburnimp
Amethyst Eyes I
by zheyrryhn aka Michael Barnette
It was always like this. Late. In the middle of the night somewhere near dawn. Like a suicide... A four am death.
He slipped into bed, silent, wordless. We didn't need words. Never had. It was just understood.
Lightly callused hands stripped the briefs from me, found my cock and lightly brushed against it. Just his entry into my room, his weight on my bed had done it. Made me hard.
Another thing we were both aware of. He'd had me like this from the very first time... I imagine our very last time... before one of us is killed by this life... it will be just the same. Him slipping into my room in the middle of the night to have me... in silence.
I open my eyes to see him pouring lube over his erection. It's the closest thing we have to foreplay, that slow caressing he gives himself.
Himself.
I cannot touch him. Dare not. He is inviolate... and my hands remain motionless on the bed, gripping the sheets. I learned that lesson the very first time. Backhanded by a hard fist for running a hand over his shoulder. For wanting to feel him.
It only took the one time. I learned fast despite my reputation for being a bit slow on the up take.
The only contact I'm allowed with him is the necessary contact. His cock, my ass, our groins together. No more than that.
He uses me. I allow it. It's his right.
I've learned to enjoy it.
He pushes himself into me in one swift thrust, filling me, hurting me at first with the sudden expansion, the shock to my tight, unprepared ass.
Then he starts to move. Prick slipping in that same steady rhythm he always uses. I close my eyes, letting myself feel the pleasure this give me, wanting more, accepting what I get.
His tempo increases, his thrusts deepening as my body relaxes, his cock finding that spot inside me finally and I shudder, my own prick hard and straining, wanting release.
I *want* more than this. I want his touch, his mouth on mine, our bodies touching.
But those things aren't for me. He gives those to another. To a tall, slim blonde with jade green eyes.
I've heard them together behind locked doors. Sometimes in one bedroom, sometimes in the other. I've heard them both moan, crying out their passion. I've heard them both whispering... ai shiteru... I love you... into the darkness.
His pace quickens now, hard, rough, demanding... nearing orgasm. I hold my breath, trying to be with him when he reaches his release... knowing I won't be.
He takes but gives me nothing.
It's his right.
His cum is warm inside me.
He stays, poised above me, breathing hard, arms shaking with the exertion, the waning of his passion.
Then his lips brush mine, lightly... something he's never done before.
"Arigatou," he murmurs softy, further shocking me.
And then he's gone.
Alone, I seek my own release, thinking of amethyst eyes.
~~~
owari
to find out about zherryhn's original slash fiction please go to:
http://www.michaelbarnette.com