Thin Line

by Umi

September 2001

Disclaimer: Yohji and all Weiss Kruez characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss, not me! I'm not making any money off of this!

WARNING: This fic contains yaoi lemon, which is male/male sex! So, if ya can't stand the stuff or are too young to read such stuff, please just don't read this fic!!


Death.

/He pushes me down on the bed, straddling me. He pins my arms above my head with one hand. I don't try to break free. With a quick flick of the wrist he tosses my sunglasses to the floor./

That's all I see in this dismal, miserable world. It's everywhere- in the newspapers, on TV, even on the city's streets. People always fight each other... People always hurt each other... People even kill each other...

/His lips trace a path down my neck, sucking at warm flesh. His teeth graze my skin roughly, making me gasp./

Death.

/Slender fingers tangle in my hair. I shut my eyes tightly./

That's all I breathe. During missions, the air is always thick with the revolting smell of gun powder and the sickening scent of blood.

/He presses his lips onto mine, crushing them, devouring them./

Death.

/A hot tongue pries my lips open and slips inside my mouth. I moan deeply as he begins to thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth passionately. I kiss him back, twisting my tongue around his in heated fervor./

That's all I taste. Death lingers in the tobacco I smoke, in the alcohol I drink.

/His hands slide under my cropped top, caressing every muscle, every inch of my exposed chest. Each burning touch sends shivers of intense pleasure through me as the heat between my legs begins to flare up uncomfortably./

Death.

/He breaks off the kiss, leaving me gasping for breath. He instead begins to suck on a nipple until it becomes hard like a pebble./

It's all I know.

/I bite my lower lip, trying not to moan./

I hate it. I hate having to deal with death and decay every day, every night. I hate waking up in the mornings wondering who I have to kill that day. 

/His tongue begins to torment my other nipple. I arch up into his touch, wanting more./

I hate having hands drenched in another's blood.

/He takes off my shirt and unzips my pants./

I hate being so full of sin.

/He strokes my throbbing erection, teasing me through the silk of my underpants. He begins to rub my cock faster, harder, and rougher./

But that's all there is for me, for Weiss. No matter how many innocents we're saving, no matter who we're trying to protect... we're still assassins.

/I groan./

We're still murderers.

/He slips off the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely naked underneath him. Eyes glazed with passion and carnal desire hungrily scan my body, filling me with fire./

Nothing can change that.

/He licks his lips sensually./

Nothing.

/He takes off his clothes and presses our bodies together, relishing in the erotic friction of heated flesh against heated flesh. He grinds his hips against mine in an amorous display of pure, unadulterated lust./

I hate myself... I hate feeling like I can't do a damn thing... No matter how many villains we kill, there will always be more to take their place. There will always be cruelty, there will always be evil, there will always be darkness... no matter how strong the light is... 

/I spread my knees wide, craving him to touch me there... His lips plant hot kisses along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. He pins my hips down to the bed, and I writhe under him. A hot tongue licks the tip of my arousal. I feel myself growing even harder, my breathing turning into erratic panting./

I hate feeling helpless, like all I can do is drown in this sea of darkness, this sea of hate, this sea of despair, this sea of blood... this sea of death.

/The warm cavern of his mouth engulfs my erection. I moan as he continues to suck on my length. The hands on my hips keep me from thrusting back into the velvety heat of his mouth./

I hate not being able to resist it.

/Suddenly the warmth is gone. My face flushed, my hair disheveled, I open my eyes and stare at him as he turns his lips into a mischievously seductive smile./

I hate giving in to it.

/"Take me..." I softly whisper, my voice hoarse and desperate./

I hate you, Schuldich.

/A smirk in the darkness. He leans in close and licks my parted lips. "Only if you say so, liebe." He rasps out throatily, his sultry voice drenched with amusement and smug satisfaction. I could feel his hot breath on my face, making my pulse quicken./

I hate you for being a part of Schwarz, for being so stained with death...

/He inserts a finger in my opening. I gasp. He slides it in and out again and again as I cling to the satin bed sheets, my fingers tangling in silky locks of red hair. I scream in pleasure as his finger hits that spot deep inside me. He then removes his finger and I feel the head of his engorged member touch my opening, making my cock twitch in anticipation. Without any warning, he thrusts into me, burying his erection to the hilt./

For being nearly the same as Weiss...

/Fighting back tears, I whimper softly from the pain. He begins to thrust in and out and I cry out in ecstasy. His hand finds its way to my erection and he pumps it roughly in time to his thrusts. I tighten my legs around him, reveling in the feel of his sweat-slickened skin sliding against my own./

As me.

/He slams into me deeper, harder, and faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge. He once again finds that magic spot within me and he hits it hard again and again. My moans get louder and louder. The release I crave is so close... My fingers tighten their hold on the sheets as I try to keep myself from losing control... even though a part of me aches to do just that.../

I hate death so much that I...

/My vision becomes blurred as the intoxicating sensations overwhelm me. I scream out his name in mind-blowing ecstasy, throwing my head back and arching up into him as I come./

I think I love it...

/A single tear trickles down my face./

<Owari>