Catching a Lover
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Wei� Kreuz › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,764
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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In no way do I own Weiss Kruez or Saiyuki. Kazuya Minekura and Enix own Saiyuki, while Ken'ichi Kanemaki and Kyoko Tsuchiya own Weiss Kruez. I make no money what so ever on this story.
Farfarello/Aya
Weiss Kruez 4
Title: Catching a Lover
Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Pairing Number: 6
Pairing: Farfarello
AN: Okay, almost done. Half way there! Yay! And in what? Two days? Not to bad all things considered. *shakes hips at* Love me! And review? Please? They nice. :D Sorry for the slight flood to.
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Watching him move was like watching well written poetry in motion; blade flashing and the red blood flying around them.
It was rare for the silver haired sociopath to be able to pin his occasional red headed partner to a desk in the middle of a mission. He was going to enjoy this very, very much.
“I hear that you and Schuldig will be going after Omi,” Aya panted, violet eyes glinting as the scarred Irish man looked up from where he had been teasing a nipple.
“We are. He’s old enough now. Does that bother you?” Farfarello asked, hands busy working on Ayas pants trying to get them off.
“No. I’m just pouting because I’m going to lose my playmates,” Aya replied, lifting his hips up as the other man tugged them off easily. Smirking, Farfarello leant over him and rolled his hips into the red heads hips.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have yourself a playmate or two soon,” the silver haired man replied, enjoying the moan he got from Aya. “No more talking. Sex now.” Nodding his head, Aya finally kicked one leg of his pants off as Farfarello pulled a small tube of lube, a condom and several packets of wipes out of his various pockets in his pants and shirt. Picking up the lube, Aya raised an eyebrow as he slicked his fingers. Reaching down, he slid a finger into his body with a groan.
“I’m always surprised at how much you can shove into your pockets,” he panted, watching Farfarellos eye watching his fingers slid in and out of himself, stretching his body for the other male. He did rather enjoy giving a show for his play mates.
“Hurry,” the knife weilder husked, watching Aya slide another finger into himself. It was hot, making him growl darkly as Aya arched with a soft cry. Farfarello knew just what the red head had done, wanting to do it himself. Waiting as a third finger was slid deep, he opened his pants, tugging them down enough to slid the condom on and slick it.
“Do it,” Aya husked, pulling his fingers out. Growling, the Irish man shoved the long legs back and pressed the prick to the stretched entrance. Pressing forward, the two assassins moaned lowly, even as a burst of gun fire came from down the hall way. Rolling his hips once he was buried, Farfarello ignored the fighting, knowing that there weren’t that many people left, and the moaning kitten under him was much more interesting to him at the moment.
Pulling out before shoving forward, pressing deep into the hot, tight body, Farfarello started a fast, hard pace, thrusting into the grasping entrance. This, this was what he would miss; the tight heat, soft keens and moans as the red heads body was used so perfectly. But Farfarello knew that the kitten under him had two very special men after him and that aya wouldn’t be alone for to long.
Wrapping a long fingered hand around Ayas cock and stroking in time with his thrusts, the larger man leered at the hitching breath and arch of a sleek back. Thrusting hard, he purred happily as the red head shuddered harshly, tightening around him as Aya spilled white over the long fingered hand and shuddering stomach.
Following after, the lean assassin pulled out slowly, bringing the condom with. Pulling the condom off, he dropped it into a small baggy knowing better then to leave behind DNA. Watching Aya use the wipes to clean up, Farfarello follwed his example before gathering everything up and tucking himself back into his pants.
Aya did the same, pulling his pants back on before fixing his shirt and shoving the used wipes into the bag. Watching the silver haired male shove the bag into a pocket, he smiled and tilted his head to the side.
“Shall we?” Aya asked, flipping his communicator back on, hearing the confirmation of the targets elimination.
“We shall.”
Title: Catching a Lover
Contest/Club: Drawn From a Hat
Fandom: Weiss Kruez
Pairing Number: 6
Pairing: Farfarello
AN: Okay, almost done. Half way there! Yay! And in what? Two days? Not to bad all things considered. *shakes hips at* Love me! And review? Please? They nice. :D Sorry for the slight flood to.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Watching him move was like watching well written poetry in motion; blade flashing and the red blood flying around them.
It was rare for the silver haired sociopath to be able to pin his occasional red headed partner to a desk in the middle of a mission. He was going to enjoy this very, very much.
“I hear that you and Schuldig will be going after Omi,” Aya panted, violet eyes glinting as the scarred Irish man looked up from where he had been teasing a nipple.
“We are. He’s old enough now. Does that bother you?” Farfarello asked, hands busy working on Ayas pants trying to get them off.
“No. I’m just pouting because I’m going to lose my playmates,” Aya replied, lifting his hips up as the other man tugged them off easily. Smirking, Farfarello leant over him and rolled his hips into the red heads hips.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have yourself a playmate or two soon,” the silver haired man replied, enjoying the moan he got from Aya. “No more talking. Sex now.” Nodding his head, Aya finally kicked one leg of his pants off as Farfarello pulled a small tube of lube, a condom and several packets of wipes out of his various pockets in his pants and shirt. Picking up the lube, Aya raised an eyebrow as he slicked his fingers. Reaching down, he slid a finger into his body with a groan.
“I’m always surprised at how much you can shove into your pockets,” he panted, watching Farfarellos eye watching his fingers slid in and out of himself, stretching his body for the other male. He did rather enjoy giving a show for his play mates.
“Hurry,” the knife weilder husked, watching Aya slide another finger into himself. It was hot, making him growl darkly as Aya arched with a soft cry. Farfarello knew just what the red head had done, wanting to do it himself. Waiting as a third finger was slid deep, he opened his pants, tugging them down enough to slid the condom on and slick it.
“Do it,” Aya husked, pulling his fingers out. Growling, the Irish man shoved the long legs back and pressed the prick to the stretched entrance. Pressing forward, the two assassins moaned lowly, even as a burst of gun fire came from down the hall way. Rolling his hips once he was buried, Farfarello ignored the fighting, knowing that there weren’t that many people left, and the moaning kitten under him was much more interesting to him at the moment.
Pulling out before shoving forward, pressing deep into the hot, tight body, Farfarello started a fast, hard pace, thrusting into the grasping entrance. This, this was what he would miss; the tight heat, soft keens and moans as the red heads body was used so perfectly. But Farfarello knew that the kitten under him had two very special men after him and that aya wouldn’t be alone for to long.
Wrapping a long fingered hand around Ayas cock and stroking in time with his thrusts, the larger man leered at the hitching breath and arch of a sleek back. Thrusting hard, he purred happily as the red head shuddered harshly, tightening around him as Aya spilled white over the long fingered hand and shuddering stomach.
Following after, the lean assassin pulled out slowly, bringing the condom with. Pulling the condom off, he dropped it into a small baggy knowing better then to leave behind DNA. Watching Aya use the wipes to clean up, Farfarello follwed his example before gathering everything up and tucking himself back into his pants.
Aya did the same, pulling his pants back on before fixing his shirt and shoving the used wipes into the bag. Watching the silver haired male shove the bag into a pocket, he smiled and tilted his head to the side.
“Shall we?” Aya asked, flipping his communicator back on, hearing the confirmation of the targets elimination.
“We shall.”