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Disclaimer: Weiss and Schwarz do not belong to me. I'm
borrowing them for my and (I hope) my readers' amusement only and have
no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape or
Author: The RCK
Warnings: BDSM, age play, spanking
Notes: This is the second of the fics I wrote for the Weiss Kreuz
Anonymous Kink Meme.
It was, for me, an exercise in seeing whether or not I could write smut
with no plot. It was also a chance to see if I could get myself to
write rapidly. The answer to the second question was yes. The first
question... I'm not sure I'm interested in writing sex as anything but
a plot device or a character study.
There's pretty much no chance that I'm going to expand on this story at
by Yohji or Aya, for being a bad boy, please
Posted: 26 April 2008
Thanks to those who tried to beta this for me. It's not your
fault I couldn't handle the rewrite or that this one is a bit squicky.
Since I didn't end up taking your advice, I'm not going to name you,
just apologize for wasting your time.
All mistakes and infelicities here are mine.
Kink Meme Fic II
Omi huddled in the closet. He didn't bother to try the door. It was
locked. They wouldn't forget a detail like that. Even if I could break out through the wall
if I wanted to. He considered doing that, for just a moment. That would make the... punishment... worse
and bring it sooner. He rubbed himself through his pants. I
might come now, just thinking about it. He pushed on his cock then
deliberately moved his hand away. Just
No more. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. But breaking the wall is out. We'd have to
fix it later. That or explain
the hole in the briefing room wall the next time Manx comes by.
He counted slowly, allowing himself to grind his cock against his hand
once every fifteen seconds. If I
could be sure it would be Yohji, I'd go ahead. He'd just laugh and play
with me until I'm hard again. But it might be Aya this time. If I'm...
messy, he'll spank me harder. Omi groaned. A plus, but that's all he'd do. If I can't
wait for him, he won't punish it-- much-- but he also won't reward it
by staying longer.
Omi had no idea how Yohji and Aya decided whose turn it was to play
with him. And probably whose turn it
is to watch. I've never found tapes, but I'm sure they exist. The
room's wired for it, after all. He grinned in the darkness. What the hell did Kritiker think we'd do
with an interrogation room? Weiss is a lethal unit. We don't take
prisoners or-- He swallowed hard, his cock starting to lose
interest in the proceedings. He knew-- they all knew-- that some day
they might use the room for something other than games with each other,
that the dark beast unfortunate enough to enter it alive wouldn't be
coming out except in easy to dispose of pieces.
Annoyed at himself for losing the mood, Omi pulled his knees up against
his chest. Maybe they were building
for the future. They might base another unit here some day. Or maybe
they expected exactly this. Sex and young assassins is risky. He
gave his crotch a half-hearted rub then took a deep breath.
Right. Back into the fantasy... I'm a
bad boy. Sex and booze and running wild. I've been turned over to a
supposed specialist in discipline to learn better. Oh, yes. A
curling tension in his belly told him that the scenario still had
strength. He's bigger than me and
stronger than me. I can't get away. Maybe a tracker on me? Sure. He
could do anything. Yeah. Will
it be Yohji or Aya? The only thing he knew was that it wouldn't
be Ken. Anything remotely resembling age play squicked Ken. Have to play something he likes soon. Just
not now... How long is he going to keep me waiting?
Eventually, the closet door opened. Omi tried to protect his eyes with
one arm. The light coming through the doorway was too bright for him to
be sure who had come for him. A powerful hand pulled him up and out by
his shirt, pulling him up against a hard chest then shoving him toward
the interrogation room.
A deep breath told Omi who'd come this time. No stink of cigarettes. Aya. Thank god I
didn't come. He stumbled forward, playing up his physical
weakness. Never mind that any of us
could kill someone in a situation like this. A small squeak of
laughter escaped him. Oh, dear. He's
going to make me pay for that. The prospect simply made him
Aya gave another shove to send Omi fully through the doorway. "So
discipline is funny, brat?"
Omi fell to the floor and curled his body defensively. This isn't the first time I've been here.
I'm supposed to know what's coming.
Omi felt his body jump at the firm, definite click as Aya pulled the
door closed. "I didn't do
anything," he protested.
Aya grabbed Omi's hair and pulled. "Up."
Omi reluctantly pushed himself to his feet. Once there, he glared
sullenly at Aya.
"Pants off." Aya hesitated, studying Omi. "Shirt, too. Then bend over
the table. Brace yourself with your arms."
Omi's hands shook as he undressed. He didn't look directly at Aya,
merely noted that Aya's attention stayed on him.
When Omi's half-hard cock came out, Aya laughed. "You're a slut, boy.
I'm not sure I can break you of that."
Omi felt himself redden. He looked at the floor as he removed his
shirt. When he was completely naked, he walked slowly to the table,
putting a little extra movement into his step to show off his ass. He
bent over, taking care to make sure that his cock wouldn't get crushed
against the table if Aya's blows pushed him further forward. And they will. Omi's suppressed
anticipation hummed in his throat.
Aya leaned over Omi, checking his position. He made a couple of minute
adjustments then ran his hands over Omi's ass. "You're going to become
very familiar with this room, brat. We'll end each day with a spanking,
just so you remember why you're here. If you've been good, it'll be
over soon enough. If you haven't..." He slapped Omi's ass.
Omi jumped even though the blow had been more sound than pain. "But I
didn't do anything!" he
Aya laughed. "You've got years of bad behavior to make up for.
I'm very selective, you know. I only take the really bad boys." His
fingers crept into the crack of Omi's ass. "The last chance boys." He
leaned low and breathed on the back of Omi's neck. "The ones like you
who deserve everything I'm going to do."
Omi's breathing hitched audibly, but that was okay. That could be a
sound of fear as much as a sound of pleasure. "Please..." he whispered.
He tried to push himself up off the table, but Aya's hand on the back
of his neck stopped him.
"I'm only planning to use my hand. This time. Unless you're
Omi bit his lip and shook his head. Oh,
I want to be. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get Aya to use
more than his hand. Yohji would sometimes, but Aya had different limits.
Aya put a hand along Omi's jaw and turned his head so that their eyes
met. He studied Omi's face for a moment then leaned in and kissed him
Probably making sure I'm really all
right. Silly of him. It's early, and I'm not stupid enough to forget my
safeword. Or his. Omi returned the kiss with passion, not caring
that it wasn't in his role. He nibbled Aya's lower lip then ran his
tongue over the same area. Want
this. Want you. Yes.
When Aya pulled away, he didn't say anything about the kiss. He merely
stepped away. Then he pulled a chair close and sat. "Do I need to
restrain you? Be honest. If you break posture or try to run, I'll
Omi swallowed hard. He licked his lips. "I--" His voice broke.
"Please." He couldn't quite separate anticipation and terror. "I don't
know." He tried to sound as young as he could. He risked looking back
at Aya. "Please."
Aya caressed Omi's ass. "I'll bind you then."
Omi closed his eyes so that he could listen better as Aya went to
retrieve the restraints he was going to use. Hurry. Please hurry. I don't want to wait.
Except... It's going to hurt.
I'm going to cry. But it feels good, too, and he'll fuck me hard
afterwards. Maybe more than once. Or maybe have me suck him off.
Omi shuddered in anticipation.
Aya fastened wide, soft cuffs around Omi's ankles then attached a
spreader bar to the cuffs. "You won't be able to run with this."
No, I won't. Good thing I don't want
to. Omi felt a tug on his ankles as Aya tethered the bar to the
table and then tethered each ankle in turn to a table leg. He choked on
a moan of pleasure as Aya took a second to grasp and caress his cock. Oh, yeah! More of that please.
Instead, Aya sat again. He struck Omi's ass hard then struck again,
driving Omi's body forward into the table.
As he felt the table drive into his belly, Omi spared a moment to be
grateful he'd taken care to keep his cock out of the way. Aya wouldn't stop now for anything but my
safeword, and I don't want to stop. Maybe... Maybe next time, I'll make
sure it's caught. What would that feel like? Could I take it? He
let a cry escape as another blow rocked him forward.
The flat of Aya's hand came down on Omi's ass over and over again.
"Regretting anything, brat?" he asked.
Omi gasped, bit his arm and didn't answer.
Aya reached around with one hand and started rubbing Omi's cock with
one hand even as his other hand continued the spanking. "It's too late
for regrets anyway. Much too late." He was breathing hard. His thumb
ran over the head of Omi's cock.
Not yet. Not yet. Omi held his
breath, trying to keep from coming. He twisted his hips, rubbing his
cock against Aya's hand. Not yet.
I'm not even crying yet. He whimpered. His body wasn't
listening, and two more sharp blows to his ass brought orgasm. He
gasped and collapsed onto the table as he spilled himself over Aya's
Aya didn't pause the spanking as Omi trembled. He wiped his wet hand on
Omi's leg. "Pathetic," he said. "You'll have to learn endurance." He
struck again then trailed his still damp other hand gently along Omi's
The juxtaposition of pain and tenderness coming so close on the heels
of his orgasm undid Omi. He couldn't stop the tears that trickled
from his eyes, couldn't silence the sob starting in his chest.
Aya stood. The next slap across Omi's ass carried extra force.
"Crying?" Aya's tone was vicious. "You're not entitled to tears.
They're for the injured and the penitent. You've caused too many tears
yourself to qualify as either."
Omi writhed and cried out, trying to escape from the harshness of the
words and the increasing pain in his ass. Tears flowed down his cheeks,
and his nose started to run. He sobbed and shuddered through at least a
dozen more blows before Aya stopped and ran his hands over Omi's aching
"I'm going to fuck you now, boy." Aya's hands parted the cheeks of
Omi's ass. "The spanking was for you. Now I get something for my
trouble." His hands squeezed. "Not that we're done. You have a long way
Thank god for that, Omi
thought as Aya pressed lube slicked fingers inside him. I'm not sure I ever want it to be over.
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