Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Wollt ihr das bett in flammen seehen? ❯ Wollt ihr das bett in flammen seehen? ( Chapter 1 )

Wollt ihr das bett in flammen seehen?

(Do you want to see the bed in flames?)

 

By

Justkat

© August 2004

 

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Type: One-shot Romantic comedy

Pairings: SchuxAya

Description: Schuldig discovers that long-distance mind-nooky with his favourite Weiß knight is easier thought than done.

Rating: R

Spoilers: None

Warnings: male/male sex, implied lime, strong language, profanity, humour, masturbation, pwp, twt, groaning noises, sap, ditsy Weiß, nice Schuldig, absolutely NOT a song-fic.

Keywords: Aya, Schuldig, masturbation, yaoi, red boxers

Disclaimer: Neither Rammstein nor Weiß Kreuz are mine. Damn. Life is *so* unfair.

Archive: http://www.mediaminer.org

 

 

Side-fic to the Rammstein Red Boxers Arc.

 

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Wollt ihr das bett in flammen seehen?

Lyrics by Rammstein

Translation © 2003 Jeremy Williams, www.herzeleid.com

 

Sex ist eine Schlacht (Sex is a battle)

Liebe ist Kreig (Love is war)

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Wollt ihr das bett in flammen seehen (Do you want to see the bed in flames)

wollt ihr in Haut und Haaaren untergehen (do you want to perish in skin and hair)

ihr wollt doch auch den Dolch ins Laken stecken (you want to stick the dagger in the sheet as well)

ihr wollt doch auch das Blut vom Degen lecken (you want to also lick the blood from the sword)

 

 

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<...> is mind chat.

"..." is chit chat

 

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< Hey Aya…Knock knock.>

<Mmmm…Schu?>

<Mm hmm.>

<Uhrrruhmm. You're late. Thought you were coming home tonight?>

<Mmm. Sorry sweetie. Got held up. Bloody Bradley bastard. Won't be home 'till tomorrow now. Where're you?>

<Bed. You?>

<Same. Sooo…what're you wearing?>

<If you were here you could see for yourself.>

<Oooh…such a cruel cruel kitty ...>

<Flannelette pyjamas. Long flannelette pyjamas. And a singlet. And socks. And a fluffy hat. And... >

<Oh. Okaaay.>

<Oh all right then. Just boxers. It's still hot here.>

<…>

<Schu?>

<The red ones?>

<Mm hmm.>

<Damn! Hot all right.>

<Schu you have an underwear fetish.>

<But you love me anyway right? Take 'em off.>

<Only if you take yours off too.>

<Sorry babe…too late. Already did. Nuthin' on but the radio…>

<Hmmmm. I feel overdressed.>

<You are. Are you on your back?>

<Uh huh>

<'kay…now…Feel that?>

<…oh…are you…I can feel…I…ohh…mmmm…oooh…>

< Oooh yeahhh.. You can feel that hmmm? Feels so gooood…>

<Ohhh...*mmmmmm*...missed you Schu...>

<Mmm. Missed you too. Ahh…that's it kätzchen …yeah…just there…nice and slow. use your…ohh…fingernails…ahh…>

<Mmm…ahhh… Are we having phone sex now?>

<Mmmm…but without the phone. Now move that hand baby. Slide it dow…>

<...damn. Damn damn damn! Someone's at the door. Hang on…Shit. Boxers…boxers…bloody… Oh there they are.>

 

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“Omi! What?”

“Just some plans of the warehouse. I thought that you might like to have a look through them before the mission tomorrow. I found…”

“Okay thanks I'll look at them later bye now.”

“Good ni…”

 

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<Schu? Are you still hanging on?>

<I'm hanging on so frigging tight it's gonna fall off in a minute if you don't get your butt back into bed!>

<Sorry! Okay I'm back. Let me just…mmm…how's that?>

<Ohhh mmm… yeah…oh… You know that'd feel much…mmm…better if you licked your…ohhh…fingers…ah…>

<...Hmm? Oh okay... Ohhh yes...oh just there...Schuuu…just like that…do that again…oh God…>

< There?>

<Mmmm… yes! Oh God oh God oh…Goddamn! Door! Again!!>

<…ach… scheiße …ah…don't answer…>

<I have to answer. What if it's a mission?>

<Fuck the…>

 

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“Ken! What?!??”

“Uhh…Aya? Your boxers are inside out. And back to front.”

“…”

“Uhh…I…uh…I brought your washing. It was dry so I brought it up for you.”

“Thanks Ken. Good night.”

“Umm…uhh…”

“What???”

“Uhh…well…umm…I kinda snuck my…redsoccerjumper in the wash with your white shirt and it's kinda gone a little bit… umm… pink. Not a lot! Just a few streaks you know… and one sleeve… and the back but…umm… And it's a really nice colour… now… it'll go great with your hair…really…I asked Omi and he said so. And he said that he really loves that shade of pink…but…umm…and… Omi's just so helpful don't you think Aya? And a really nice guy and knows all about clothes and stuff …I mean those shorts really suit him and…ummm… Yeah. And it kinda…shrankalittlebit…too… Not a lot! Just about…halfasize…probably...'cause you know how my jumper takes forever to dry unless I put it on hot…so umm you might wanna… you know… have a look at it or something… Or…something?”

“Ken! Ken…thank you. Goodnight!”

“Umm… Are you sure that you don't want to look at it? It's right here…under the…here I'll just put my Pepsi in the other… shit. Shit shit shit. Oh hell. Look I'll wash it all again! Really. I'm so so…”

“Ken!!!! It's all right. I will kill you to-morrow. Now good night!!!”

“Good ni…”

 

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< Schu? Are you still there?>

<…>

<Hello? Please? Please please please please please…>

<No. And don't beg.>

<No…what?>

<No…not here.>

<Yes you are.>

<No I'm not. I've taken my dick away to have real sex with a real person who doesn't love me but just wants my body and will probably take advantage of me and leave me in the morning but at least it'll be somewhere where we won't be interrupted until we've got past foreplay. Maybe. Or at least until we've taken our under-pants off.>

<You're mad with me.>

<Nooo. Whatever gives you that idea? Why would I be mad with you? It was about a…oooh…mission…right? Right?!!!>

<I knew it. You're mad with me. And you are too still here.>

<Well…we haven't gone yet. My dick and I were just leaving but I'm having trouble convincing my dick to go along with it. It likes you. Dunno why. Stupid dick…>

<It's because if I was there I'd hold it tightly but not too tightly and let it pulse gently in my hand and I'd slide my hand up and down firmly but not too firmly moving that silky skin over that hot…hot…shaft underneath and then I'd stop just for a moment and I'd really…really…gently just rub my thumb over that super-super-sensitive slit in the head in little teeny…teeny…circles and…>

<Oh fuck…ahh… my…oh…stupid dick is so stupid it likes you even when you're making fun of it…ahh…oh…ohhh…more circles come on…ohh… Oh hey. You missed a bit. We were still up at nipples.>

<Stuff nipples. I'd slide my thumb in that slithery…slimy…wet…hot…>

<Hey I like nipples. They're my third favourite body part.>

<Well… shit … I like your nose too…but I don't necessarily want it poking into… Um... What's your first favourite body part?>

<Mine or yours? Hey…don't stop with the slithering and the sliding…>

<Ohh…ahhh…uh…mi-i…oh< /i>…uhhhh…mine.>