Weiss Kreuz (Yohji/Ken)
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kinkfestTitle: Fun
Author/Artist: GuiltyRed
Beta: YohjiDeranged
Rating: NC17
Warnings: non-con, violence, asphyxiation
Word count: 822
Summary: The only thing more dangerous than a predator on the hunt…is a damaged one.
Prompt: July 17 – #65. Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Ken: Predatory pursuit - resistance isn't really an option.
“The lady said no, Ken.”
Ken looked up from his prey and snarled. “Go home, Yohji.” The young woman beneath him covered her face, the tears in her clothing too extreme for her hands to guard her modesty anymore. Glittery mascara had slipped from her eyelashes to form a spiderweb pattern on fear-paled cheeks.
With a soft whirring sound, a length of fine wire cut through the night to wrap around Ken’s throat. “Miss,” Yohji called with command in his voice, “run home now. Leave this to me.”
Ken struggled against the wire but only succeeded in winding it tighter. “Fuck, Yohji! I only wanted some fun!”
“There was a time you wouldn’t have called that fun,” Yohji stated. He watched the girl stumble away down the alley and into the midnight streets. Only when she was well out of sight did he release the wire. “You’ve changed.”
“And you haven’t?” Ken glared up at his friend, his teammate, his eyes taking in the grim expression and short-cropped hair. “Don’t pull this shit with me, Yohji. Everything changes. We’re no exception.”
Yohji felt his blood run hot as Ken’s words hit home. Angry, he shoved the shorter man against the rough brick wall. “Yeah, I’ve changed. We’ve all changed, and not for the better. That doesn’t give you license to act like the very people we hunt!”
“Come on, I didn’t hurt her!”
Yohji grabbed Ken by the shoulders and shook him, then slammed him back again. “You were about to rape her, Ken! What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking, okay?” Ken shook his head; the bright flashes behind his eyes didn’t want to fade. “I just thought we’d have some fun, and she started freaking out.”
“Freaking out? Freaking out? You ripped her clothes off! You’re out of control, Ken. I’m going to have to tell Persia.”
“Oh, and do you want me to tell him about those women you’ve been seeing? How they tend to go missing after a few nights?”
“How dare you?” Yohji’s hands twitched and moved toward Ken’s throat. “How dare you!”
“How dare you, you hypocrite!” Ken lashed out, breaking Yohji’s hold and aiming a kick for his head.
Yohji caught Ken’s foot and threw him to the ground. He pinned the smaller man, kneeling on his back for good measure. “You want some fun, huh?” Yohji hissed. “Some rough fun? Okay, Ken, let’s go.”
Ken tried to get up, but his head spun. Violence and dizziness warred within him; the violence was winning.
A strong hand gripped the back of Ken’s jeans and pulled. The seam gave way, purring loose from belt to crotch. The waistband of a jockstrap showed through the gap.
Renewed fury gave Ken a burst of strength. He threw Yohji back and scrambled to his feet, only to be taken down again before he’d gone two steps. Gravel and broken glass bit into his knees.
Yohji held Ken up against him, kneeling in the debris. He reached around and unfastened the front of the ruined jeans, then groped inside.
Ken was hard.
“Pervert,” Yohji whispered as he began to stroke.
“You’re no better,” Ken replied, his body taut.
Yohji loosed his hold on Ken’s neck, restraining him only by the firm grip on his cock. He dropped his other hand to unfasten his own pants and ease himself out.
Yohji, too, was hard.
He didn’t bother with lube, though he had some in his pocket. Yohji spat on his hand and slicked himself with that, then pried Ken’s cheeks apart and shoved.
Ken let out a sound that was half gag and half moan. He pitched forward, catching himself on his hands; jagged pebbles embedded themselves in his skin.
Yohji’s hand never left Ken’s cock, rubbing and squeezing with rough, dry heat as he fucked the man’s ass the exact same way: no gentleness here. His voice was an uncharacteristic growl as he asked, “This fun enough for you?”
Ken grunted, his body overwhelmed with dark sensation. His mind whirled, showing him images of his prior conquests: women of barely legal age, their bodies pliant even through their pain and fear. Then his mind played a trick on him. With the pounding in his ass and the hard hand on his harder cock, he found an older fantasy playing in his head. It was Aya, beautiful, cold Aya, and next time he would be on top…
Yohji growled as Ken came; it was too fast, too tight. He shuddered, his left hand moving from Ken’s hip to catch under his jaw and pull his head back until he gasped for breath. His own climax roared through him, turning everything gray.
As consciousness began to slip away from him, Ken first reveled in the most powerful orgasm of his life, then for a moment he feared the coming darkness. At last, he realized this was, perhaps, for the best…
Ken looked up from his prey and snarled. “Go home, Yohji.” The young woman beneath him covered her face, the tears in her clothing too extreme for her hands to guard her modesty anymore. Glittery mascara had slipped from her eyelashes to form a spiderweb pattern on fear-paled cheeks.
With a soft whirring sound, a length of fine wire cut through the night to wrap around Ken’s throat. “Miss,” Yohji called with command in his voice, “run home now. Leave this to me.”
Ken struggled against the wire but only succeeded in winding it tighter. “Fuck, Yohji! I only wanted some fun!”
“There was a time you wouldn’t have called that fun,” Yohji stated. He watched the girl stumble away down the alley and into the midnight streets. Only when she was well out of sight did he release the wire. “You’ve changed.”
“And you haven’t?” Ken glared up at his friend, his teammate, his eyes taking in the grim expression and short-cropped hair. “Don’t pull this shit with me, Yohji. Everything changes. We’re no exception.”
Yohji felt his blood run hot as Ken’s words hit home. Angry, he shoved the shorter man against the rough brick wall. “Yeah, I’ve changed. We’ve all changed, and not for the better. That doesn’t give you license to act like the very people we hunt!”
“Come on, I didn’t hurt her!”
Yohji grabbed Ken by the shoulders and shook him, then slammed him back again. “You were about to rape her, Ken! What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking, okay?” Ken shook his head; the bright flashes behind his eyes didn’t want to fade. “I just thought we’d have some fun, and she started freaking out.”
“Freaking out? Freaking out? You ripped her clothes off! You’re out of control, Ken. I’m going to have to tell Persia.”
“Oh, and do you want me to tell him about those women you’ve been seeing? How they tend to go missing after a few nights?”
“How dare you?” Yohji’s hands twitched and moved toward Ken’s throat. “How dare you!”
“How dare you, you hypocrite!” Ken lashed out, breaking Yohji’s hold and aiming a kick for his head.
Yohji caught Ken’s foot and threw him to the ground. He pinned the smaller man, kneeling on his back for good measure. “You want some fun, huh?” Yohji hissed. “Some rough fun? Okay, Ken, let’s go.”
Ken tried to get up, but his head spun. Violence and dizziness warred within him; the violence was winning.
A strong hand gripped the back of Ken’s jeans and pulled. The seam gave way, purring loose from belt to crotch. The waistband of a jockstrap showed through the gap.
Renewed fury gave Ken a burst of strength. He threw Yohji back and scrambled to his feet, only to be taken down again before he’d gone two steps. Gravel and broken glass bit into his knees.
Yohji held Ken up against him, kneeling in the debris. He reached around and unfastened the front of the ruined jeans, then groped inside.
Ken was hard.
“Pervert,” Yohji whispered as he began to stroke.
“You’re no better,” Ken replied, his body taut.
Yohji loosed his hold on Ken’s neck, restraining him only by the firm grip on his cock. He dropped his other hand to unfasten his own pants and ease himself out.
Yohji, too, was hard.
He didn’t bother with lube, though he had some in his pocket. Yohji spat on his hand and slicked himself with that, then pried Ken’s cheeks apart and shoved.
Ken let out a sound that was half gag and half moan. He pitched forward, catching himself on his hands; jagged pebbles embedded themselves in his skin.
Yohji’s hand never left Ken’s cock, rubbing and squeezing with rough, dry heat as he fucked the man’s ass the exact same way: no gentleness here. His voice was an uncharacteristic growl as he asked, “This fun enough for you?”
Ken grunted, his body overwhelmed with dark sensation. His mind whirled, showing him images of his prior conquests: women of barely legal age, their bodies pliant even through their pain and fear. Then his mind played a trick on him. With the pounding in his ass and the hard hand on his harder cock, he found an older fantasy playing in his head. It was Aya, beautiful, cold Aya, and next time he would be on top…
Yohji growled as Ken came; it was too fast, too tight. He shuddered, his left hand moving from Ken’s hip to catch under his jaw and pull his head back until he gasped for breath. His own climax roared through him, turning everything gray.
As consciousness began to slip away from him, Ken first reveled in the most powerful orgasm of his life, then for a moment he feared the coming darkness. At last, he realized this was, perhaps, for the best…
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