kinkfest | While it Lasts (Schuldig/Yohji, Weiss Kreuz)

Title: While It Lasts
Author/Artist: D a.k.a.

wk_recomend
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: Sex.
Word count: 646
Prompt: Weiß Kreuz, Yohji/Schuldig: Enemies with a common goal - "Only until we escape this mess."

Beta'd by

cmda_alexanda

While It Lasts

They'd been doing this for almost a year: meeting up in love hotels every so often for a night of fantastic sex. It was just sex, though, a familiar partner who you didn't need to hide from, who didn't freak out when you showed up with blood dripping down your skin. It was scratching an itch, keeping loose, taking a break, getting away from it all and reviling in pleasure. It was nothing more than that.

And temporary, to boot.

It was temporary from the beginning, just an arrangement that benefited them both, just until Schwarz had completed their plans – which more than likely included killing him and his team. And he had liked it that way…at first.

Yohji blinked at the décor as he closed the door behind him. "Hello Kitty and chains? Uh…" Schuldig stood beside the bed playing with one of the chains peering down at the happy and cute comforter.

Schuldig shrugged absently, dropping the chain with its red leather strap attached to the end. "I just chose a room at random. I didn't choose it for its theme."

Yohji nodded, sidled over to the corner where a giant Hello Kitty sat cheerfully in a corner net and turned the stuffed animal around, uncomfortable with the idea of an innocent character meant for young children watching him as he fucked his enemy. He turned to find Schuldig watching him, eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Shut up," he warned before Schuldig could comment. Schuldig merely smirked knowingly and crawled onto the bed, sprawling out.

"Nice bed. You're wearing too many clothes."

Yohji stripped slowly as he crossed to the bed, gaze flitting around the room nervously, hunting down any more additions to the room he needed to turn around. "So are you." He complained softly after a moment, his knee on the mattress, but hesitating. "This room…"

"Are you going to fuck me or obsess about the room?" Schuldig muttered crossly, shoving his pants over his hips. Yohji curled his hands around the waistband of Schuldig's slacks and yanked, dragging them down Schuldig's legs and throwing them behind him. "Mm…" Schuldig murmured with appreciation, "much better."

Yohji slid his hands up Schuldig's legs and under Schuldig's ass, letting his fingers dip into sensitive areas before leaning over Schuldig, voice low. "Oh, yes. I'm going to fuck you."

Sliding into Schuldig was incredible. Yohji couldn't identify what made it incredible, though he hardly tried. Perhaps it was that this was his enemy, perhaps it was just Schuldig himself. Maybe it was power, maybe it was sensation. Whatever it was, it was a moment that Yohji looked forward to and savored.

In retaliation for the room, Yohji wasn't as liberal with the lube, nor was he as gentle, not giving Schuldig time to adjust. In their time together, Yohji had learned what Schuldig's limits were, and he had no doubt that he would not hurt Schuldig. He sank smoothly into a maddening rhythm for them both and he soon had Schuldig moving to meet his thrusts. He leaned down to taste Schuldig's sweat.

Schuldig panted, shifting under Yohji. "Only until we escape this mess, remember?"

Yohji scowled, jerking his hips in a sharp thrust, showing his displeasure. He didn't falter otherwise, palming Schuldig's cock. "I don't need you to remind me."

Schuldig's hands cupped his face in mimicry of tenderness. "Yes, you do. It's – oh yes, right there…oh…" Schuldig tensed, a shudder running the full length of his body as Yohji shifted and curled his fingers around Schuldig, stroking him as he pounded into him. Schuldig gasped, licked his lips and closed his eyes, his voice coming out strained, saturated with pleasure. "It is good while it lasts."

"But only as long as it can." Yohji murmured, putting his head down and his regrets aside and focused on the one thing he actually looked forward to.