kay_mika

Karl-Heinz Schneider, a riding-crop and Mason Jarvis



Disclaimer: I own nothing and I’m not making any money with it .
Captain Tsubasa © Yoichi Takahashi
As the world turns ©

Raiting:+18

Pairing: Karl-Heinz Schneider x Mason Jarvis

Warnings: cross-over, non-con, humiliation, spanking, humor, lemon,yaoi

A.N.: As the title say.

Beta: dee groovy

Summary: Mason Jarvis is getting thought a lesson.

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Karl-Heinz Schneider, a riding-crop and Mason Jarvis

Mason Jarvis was handsome, had good manners, and could floor a whole room in five minutes. He had a charming smile, blue-grey eyes, was a director, his films were insider-tips, and he had a position as a professor at an University. His students won prize after prize, he was just the right age (not too young and not too old). And on top of that, he was a citizen of The USA. And because he knew all of this, he was proud.

Or shortly said: He was at the top of the world and no one could compete with him.

He could have anyone he wanted.

Oh yes, Mason Jarvis was proud.

Others would call him vain, but what did they really know?

He was a gift to mankind and they should be thankful, that _HE_ graced them with _HIS_ presence.

Pweh, people - really, sometimes they were so ungrateful. Or, they were outright jealous, because he had so much and they had so little.

Well, that was how he would have described himself before THAT night. Before he met HIM.

The one who put him back in his place when he got too full of himself. The one who dominated him so easily; who could make him feel afraid one minute, and in the next aroused like never before. The one that was his master- no , his KAISER.

It had started out as a perfectly normal night in a bar.

Yes, there had been more people present than usual, but Mason believed they were there just because of him; because they had heard of his beauty.

Shortly after that, his ego got a puncture, but just a little one.

Noah told him, that these people were the German national soccer team, and they were here to celebrate their victory over the American team.

He pouted slightly, looking slightly disappointed; not because the American team had lost (for what was a game like soccer, anyway?); no, because they weren't here for HIM.

But, he thought immediately after, this could be changed.

So, turning on his most charming smile, he walked away from the counter, looking for someone who could be worthy of his attention.

He didn't know anything about soccer and, to be honest, he thought most of the players rather ugly (one especially ), but a few weren't that bad looking.

A little saddened that no worthy object was among them, he turned around only to stop cold in his tracks, as his eyes fell on the most breath-taking, beautiful being he had ever seen (no, not himself, but thanks for the compliment). No, the object of his desire was golden blond, had large, baby-blue eyes and was tall.

Just one look was enough and he knew this was the one; this was the one person he would grace with his presence tonight.

He looked around to find Noah, who seemed to know the players.

Ah, over there he was.

With the air of someone who knew that he was easy on the eyes, he walked over to Noah and whispered something in his ear.

Noah answered with a chuckle and said,

"That is Karl-Heinz Schneider, called 'The Kaiser'. He is the captain of the team and Luke's cousin third grade or something."

He raised his eyebrows. This beautiful young man was supposed to be the cousin of Luke Snyder, who, well...who didn't look that good, to say it nicely? Unbelievable.

Still Luke Snyder was no reason not to flirt and to get the other in his bed, so he carefully laid his plans.

Yes, he collected lovers like others collected butterflies or stamps.

And this Karl Heinz Schneider could be the queen, no sorry, The Kaiser of (if this little limerick was allowed) in his collection.

Really, Karl-Heinz Schneider should be thanking him on his knees, that he had chosen him as a lover tonight.

Turning on his most charming smile he walked, no hovered, over to the object of his desire, sending the most ugly being he had ever seen a dirty look and pushing him out of his way.

How dare such an ugly one to come even near him? Didn't he know who he was? Well, apparently not, but he made up his mind to send him his cart over to him, so that at least he knew, who had pushed him away and he could regret his sin.

"Hello", he said to Karl-Heinz Schneider and beamed at him, but Karl-Heinz Schneider just looked coldly at him and turned his pretty head way to talk to the ugly git.

He took a deep breath and decided to close his mouth again, which had fallen open upon this blatant ignorance and stared at the back of the other.

This had never happened before. Never. No one, I repeat, no one had ever ignored him.

They could not ignore him.

He was the center of the world, the sun and the moon were spinning around him. HIM.

How could this person just ignore him?

But than his logical side kicked in (well, what he called his logical side.) and told him, that the other didn't know who he was.

Yes, that must be the answer. Once he had told this Karl-Heinz Schneider, he would have his undivided attention and the ugly gnome would be forgotten.

He cleared his throat and tapped the other on his shoulder.

Cold blue eyes turned to him.

"Ahem", he said and smiled, "it seems like we haven't been introduced to each other. I'm Mason Jarvis. " He held out his hand and his smile brightened.

Karl-Heinz Schneider gave him a cold, judging look from head to toe and then turned around again, ignoring him completely.

His chin hit the floor once more, this time with enough force to leave a little dent behind (And wouldn't it be worshiped by his fans?).

Who did the other think he was?

Just because he had the prettiest blue eyes Mason had ever seen, didn't mean he could treat him like that.

He shuddered when he thought at those eyes, how they had looked so coldly at him.

As if his parents were two icebergs that had collided, and he had risen out of the sea - like Venus out of the ocean foam?

He lingered on that thought for a moment, imagined it in all his colors, before he came back to reality and looked at the back of Karl-Heinz Schneider, God of the Ice.

He would not be ignored. Not by a normal mortal and not by a God of Ice either.

No one ignored him. This was just impossible.

So he tried again. And again. And again.

And every time Karl-Heinz Schneider would just ignore him; but Mason was as stubborn as he was beautiful, so he tried again.

After hours, Karl-Heinz Schneider said good-night to the ugly gnome and walked out of the bar, back to the hotel where he was staying.

Fuming with rage, Mason sat down at the bar, ordering something alcoholic- which he didn't get.

He glared daggers at Noah.

"Why…?"

"Because you do drastic, stupid things when you are drunk."

"Mostly stupid." Luke added (Where had he come from anyway?)

Noah looked at him.

"More stupid than he normally is."

"Luke." Noah said sternly.

"What?"

He ignored their little lovers quarrel.

Normally he would have rejoiced at Noah and Luke having an argument, but not tonight. Oh no, not tonight.

Not when his mind was on a gorgeous blond, with icy blue eyes, that had ignored him.

He drank his fruit juice and slammed the glass down.

His mind was set.

He would do something drastic and stupid. Alcohol in his blood or not.

Forcefully he stood up and walked out of the bar.

He knew where the team was staying and he would confront that ice god.

Now.

A twenty minute ride later, he parked his car in front of the hotel and got out.

He stepped into the foyer, which was well decorated, and went to the receptionist.

"Excuse me, miss," he said and smiled charmingly at her, "Where can I find the room of Karl-Heinz Schneider?"

She looked up at him and smiled, her cheeks slightly red.

"Well… I can't give you his room number", she said.

"Please? It's important."he put on his best lost puppy look.

She nibbled at her lower lip, before she gave in.

"Oh, well, he has room number 2.3.4. But you didn't hear that from me."

"I won't tell anyone." he winked at her and walked over to he elevator.

"2.3.4, wait for it", he thought gleefully.

In his head, he already had pictured the whole scene in all his glory.

How he would march into the room, how shocked Karl would look, how he would tell him exactly what he thought of him and how Karl would ask him for his forgiveness. Naturally his forgiveness wouldn't come easy, Karl would have to work for it.

Mhmmm, yessss…. Work for it.

Confidently, he stepped out of the elevator and marched down the corridor.

Without knocking he entered the room; and his face fell.

There, just in the view of the door sat Karl-Heinz Schneider in a winged chair, riding-crop in his hand and looking coolly at him.

"I knew you would be following me." he said and his voice was like silk, making Mason shiver and his brain stop working.

"Close the door behind you, will you?"

Without thinking, he did as he was told, stepping into the room.

"Your name is Mason Jarvis. Am I correct?" Karl asked in a clipped voice.

He nodded.

"I have heard about you, Mason. You are vain, you think too much of yourself, and you pay no kindness to the ones you think unworthy."

He swallowed and his muddled brain tried to comprehend what Karl had said, and how he had heard all of that about him.

"Luke told me all about you." Karl said as if he could read his mind.

Luke, ah, that would explain everything.

He opened his mouth, to try to say how it really was, but Karl wouldn't let him.

"Don't say anything. Tonight has proven Luke right. With the way you have treated Harry."

Harry? He blinked. Who was Harry? He searched his memories, trying to find 'Harry'.

"The one who talked with me." Karl helped him.

The ugly gnome. What was with him again?

"So, because you have treated Harry so badly - which I cannot tolerate - and because someone needs to show you that you aren't the center of the world - I will punish you."

Not? He was not the center of the world?

He looked up at Karl and the cold, dangerous gleam in his eyes made him shiver.

Was it just him or had the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to the absolute zero point?

"Undress" Karl ordered and like his body wasn't under his control anymore, Mason slid out of his jacket and before he really knew what he was doing, he had unbuttoned his shirt and taken it off.

Karl-Heinz watched him with the look of a predator.

The whole situation is full of danger, his mind screamed at him. But at the same time, the adrenalin that ran through his body got him aroused faster than he ever could have imagined.

He could fell Karl's gaze mustering him, wandering up and down his body and another wave of adrenalin and anticipation rushed trough his veins.

"Come here" Karl ordered, and without any hesitation he walked over to him.

"Bend over my knees"

Shocked he looked at him.

Surely… surely Karl couldn't mean this?

The blond ice-god only raised an eyebrow.

"You only make it worse."

Gulping he did as he was ordered, his face burning with shame and humiliation.

He tried to breath slowly, his hands fisted in the carpet and his eyes tightly closed, he waited for the first slap, but it didn't came right away.

He could feel a cold hand touching his back.

"You are not allowed to come, unless I tell you to." He felt Karl whisper against his ear," Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"No. Say 'yes, master'." The cold hand stroked over his back.

He nibbled at his lower lip, his tongue having problems formulating the words.

"Say it." The hand that had stroked his back, now gripped his hair.

"Aaa, yes, master. Yes, master!" he screamed and at the same time, he wished that the earth would open up and swallow him.

This was so humiliating.

"Good." Karl let go of his hair.

He took large gulps of air, trying to calm down, but than the first slap came and he let out another scream.

It hurt; it was humiliating, but… the way his erection rubbed against Karl's jeans whenever he would get slapped was arousing.

He felt ashamed and aroused at the same time.

"You do like that, don't you, my little slut?" Karl asked him and hit him with the riding-crop again.

"Yes, master", he whispered.

He was Mason Jarvis and he should not get aroused from this, but here he was, nearly begging for more.

"Enough", Karl said and Mason whimpered.

"No, please!" he cried out.

"Oh? So you like getting spanked.", Karl said and Mason thought, no hoped, that he would continue.

"But enough."Karl pushed him from his knees.

His arse burning and red, he turned clumsily around on his back, his manhood standing proudly, first drops of pre-cum dripping from it.

"Look what you have done", Karl said and Mason looked at him, seeing the bulge in his jeans.

He gulped.

Slowly Karl stood up and unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection, spreading it with lube (Mason briefly wondered where that had come from, but it left as soon as it had come ).

"Since you seem to like it rough, I think we'll skip preparation, hm?"

Karl lay over him and Mason started to panic, but all air was forced out of his lungs, when Karl entered him.

It hurt and he wanted to scream, to shout at him, but his lips were tightly closed, just as his eyes were.

"Shhhh, just relax", Karl breathed.

Easy for him to say, Mason thought stubbornly, but he tried to relax, taking deep breathes of air.

Slowly the pain ebbed away, being just faintly there. Just enough to arouse him.

"See, it does feel nice. Doesn't it?"

Karl started to move - the pain was returning, but like getting spanked, it tuned Mason on and he was scared of himself.

Since when did he like pain?

He couldn't ponder on that thought long, because Karl's manhood, big and pulsing inside him, demanded his full attention.

Karl bit into his shoulder, and Mason moaned.

Getting violated should not feel that good.

"Please…Master..let me come..", he whispered.

"No…hold on…just a little….bit…longer..", Karl sounded just as breathless as him and he looked at him.

His Ice-god had his eyes closed and it looked like he was concentrating hard, little drops of sweat on his forehead.

Captivated by that picture, Mason shakily raised a hand and stroked his face, his eyes fluttering under his fingers.

Karl opened his eyes (now a deep blue) and smiled at him.

Kissing his lips softly he whispered,

"Come for me."

It was all Mason needed.

White stars exploded before his eyes and he came screaming Karl's name, his hot semen all over his stomach.

He could feel Karl coming, too, filling him up.

Breathlessly they lie there, for Karl had rolled off of him and was now lying next to him.

"And ? Have you learned your lesson?", he asked.

Ohh yes, yes he had.

"Maybe", he said.

Karl looked at him and grinned.

Mason wouldn't be able to sit properly for a week, two if he played it right.

-THE END-

Talented Mouth



Disclaimer: I own nothing and I’m not making any money with it .
Assassin’s Creed © Ubisoft

Raiting:+18

Pairing: Desmond Miles x Shaun Hastings

Warnings: blow-job, lemon, yaoi

A.N.:-
Beta: dee groovy

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Talented mouth

"Please, Desmond. What can you do, besides lying in the Animus, reliving memories?" Shaun sneered without looking up from his computer screen.

"Oh, I don't know. People have told me, that I have a really talented mouth."

"Ts, really? Prove it, gnome."

"Okay."

If Shaun turned around he would have seen a devilishly (yet handsome) smile on Desmond's face, similar to Altair 's or Ezio's, whenever they were about to commit a stupidity; but he didn't, so he couldn't see that smile and therefore was taken by surprise, when Desmond crawled under his table and opened the fly of his trousers.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" he hissed and tried to get away, but Desmond was having none of that.

"Showing you, just how talented I am." Desmond answered, and it was remarkable how innocent he could look when he was going to commit a wrongdoing - or give a bow-job.

"Have you lost it?" Shaun, by now, was nearly freaking out.

"Oh Shaun, shut up", Desmond answered.

"No, I won't. Now stop it."

"Shaun, don't tell me you haven't been thinking about this." Shaun was too stunned to say anything to it, "See, so now let me prove to you how talented I am."

Desmond winked at him and sucked at the tip of his manhood.

"Shaun, have you seen Desmond?" Lucy shouted from the floor.

It wasn't clear if the 'no!' was meant for Lucy or for Desmond, who by now, was licking up and down his shaft.



Shaun gripped Desmond's hair tightly.

He had to admit, the gnome had a really hot and talented mouth, making wonderfully sucking motions and humming noises.

"You like me fucking your face don't you?" he breathed, and when Desmond hummed his answer, he came.

Desmond swallowed it, milking him for every drop that he was worth.

"So, what do you think? AM I having a talented mouth or not?" Desmond smiled cockily at him.

"Piss off. I have work to finish", he hissed, his face hot.

Desmond crawled from under the table and patted his shoulder.

"Sure Shaun."

Laughing Desmond walked away, knowing that he had been looking at gay porn all the time.

Bastard.

-THE END-

Watch Us
Disclaimer: Captain Tsubasa belongs to Yoichi Takahashi. I own nothing and I'm not earning any money with it.
Rating: +18
Warnings: PWP, lemon, bondage, non-con, Yaoi, threesome
Summary: Tsubasa stumbles into Genzo's punishment and learns why The Kaiser is called 'The Kaiser'
Paring: Genzo Wakabayashi x Karl-Heinz Schneider x Tsubasa Ozora
A.N.: This was inspired by Interstellar Overdrive.

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Watch Us (Tsubasa version)
Dumbfounded and red-faced, Tsubasa stood in the room.

He realized that he had stumbled into something he should not have seen. and definitely DIDN'T want to see.

"So-sorry" he stumbled and took a few steps backwards.

He didn't get far, because Karl-Heinz Schneider stopped him and locked the door.

"Why do you want to leave us?" The Kaiser whispered seductively in his ear and embraced him from behind.

He gulped and tried to answer Karl's question.

"See? You don't want to leave us" Karl's hot breath ghosted over his ear and made him shiver.
"Don't you like what you see?"

He tried to turn his head away, but his eyes were glued to the bed.

Karl followed his gaze and smirked.

"Don't tell me, you have never imagined something like that?"

Tsubasa whimpered.

He wanted to get away from here. To sort out his thoughts, to UNDERSTAND what he was seeing, but The Kaiser didn't let him.

"Don't you like what you see?" Karl whispered in his ear.

Did he like what he was seeing?

He wasn't sure.

He only knew that it was…. embarrassing, no disturbing.

And so, so out of character seeing Genzo blindfolded and tied to the bed, a gag in his mouth.

No, he never imagined something like that.

For him, sex was something sweet and loving. Not a game of will power, of humiliation.

He finally was able or turn away his head, ready to leave; but The Kaiser wasn't letting him.

"Now, now, Tsubasa. You can't leave." he looked at him, "Mh? And you don't want that, do you?"

He looked in Karl's icy blue-eyes and knew that there was no escape. Whatever The Kaiser had planned for him, he couldn't say no. The Kaiser wouldn't allow it.
He closed his eyes and looked to the side.

"Good boy" he could feel Karl's fingers stroking lightly over his cheek.

He head was turned around and he opened his eyes again.

"We should get you out of your clothes first. Shall we?" The Kaiser smiled at him.

He gulped and nodded.

The Kaiser kissed him softly on his lips and pulled at the hem of his shirt.

He shivered when he felt Karl's cold hands on his warm skin.

Willingly, he let Karl pull his shirt over his head.

His shirt was dropped on the floor.

Karl kissed his neck and opened the bottom and zipper of his jeans.

In less than a minute he stood naked in front of The Kaiser, whose hungry gaze roamed over his body.

Tears were running down his cheeks and he sniffled.

He was scared. Deeply scared.

"Don't cry, my beloved Tsubasa. If you do what I'm telling you, nothing bad will happen to you. But if you disobey me…" Their looks wandered over to Genzo and Tsubasa understood.

He nodded and tried to calm down.

"Shshshs" Karl embraced him and stroked his cheek lovingly, "You Don't have to be afraid. Believe me."

He took a few calming breaths and tried to relax.

Karl softly kissed his cheek.

"See? Nothing will happen to you." The Kaiser stroked through his black hair and he realized that Karl was taller than him. And stronger-

"Wait here. I have something for you" Karl gave him one last feather-like kiss on his cheek, before he went over to the bed-side table and opened a drawer, searching for something.

He stood in the room, naked, shivering and waiting.

He had always wondered, WHY Karl-Heinz Schneider was called ‚The Kaiser', but now he knew and he wished he never discovered it.

You just DIDN'T disobey Karl-Heinz Schneider You just DIDN'T.

Karl turned around and walked smiling over to him.

"Here. For you" he fastened something around his neck.

"It looks good on you, don't you think? The blue brings out your beautiful grey eyes." he was pulled in front of the body length mirror and turned around.

He could see himself, pale, shivering, red tear marks in his face and a Prussian blue collar around his neck. Behind him was Karl-Heinz Schneider, a superior smile on his lips, but looking like an angel; like he was innocent, pure and loving, not like a dominant, evil and demanding demon.

But, he thought, probably all demons were beautiful. And Karl was beautiful.

Those cold blue-eyes kept you prisoner and no matter what Karl would demand, you would do it.

Those eyes made you.

Karl stood behind him, stroking over the skin of his hips and looked at their reflection.

"We should let Genzo know who is here. Shall we?"

Karl took his hand and walked him over to the bed.

He stood next to it, while Karl sat down and lifted Genzo's blind-fold.

"Look who has come to join us."

When Genzo saw him, his eyes got big as saucers and he blushed.
He blushed, too.

Karl sighed.

"As you can see, Genzo, Tsubasa isn't really…enjoying himself. So why don't you help him a little, mh?"

Genzo looked at Karl and it seemed like he wanted to protest, but thought otherwise and just looked at him.

Karl smirked down at him.

"Of course, your punishment will be left off for now" and Tsubasa briefly wondered what Genzo had done to get punished in the first place, but he shook his head. He didn't want to know.

Karl stood up and set down in a chair, facing the side of the bed.

"Come over here." he held out his hand and he walked over to him.

"Here, the keys for the handcuffs." The Kaiser put the keys in his hands, "Free him." and to Genzo he said, "You stay right in this position you are until I tell you to move."

Genzo nodded.

With unsure steps, he walked over to the bed and unlocked first the handcuffs, which held Genzo's hands and then his feet all the while his cheeks were burning, When he had finished his order, he looked at The Kaiser.

Karl motioned him to come over.

He walked back to him and handed over the keys.

"Good. Here." he hold out a black satin ribbon, "You will blind-fold each other and then.. Well, Genzo will know what to do." The Kaiser looked at Genzo.

He wanted to run away, to beg The Kaiser to not demand such a thing, but he couldn't do anything else than obey.

These blue eyes weren't allowing anything else.

So he walked over to the bed and sat down.
Genzo smiled reassuringly at him, before he took the black ribbon that had blind-folded him and raised it over his eyes.

It was a little bit difficult to make a knot when you could see nothing, but they managed it.

Tsubasa felt frightened and unsure.

Genzo might know what to do, what the rules of the game were, but he didn't.

What was he supposed to do now?

Wait for an order?

He jumped a little when he felt soft, warm fingers touching his face, stroking him.

It felt weird and he wanted to giggle, but he kept his mouth closed.

Lips followed the fingers and he started to relax and to lean into the touch.

He wasn't here in a hotel room with a beautiful demon watching them, forcing them to have sex. No, they were doing this because they wanted to, somewhere warm and shining, alone.

He felt Genzo's lips on his and opened his mouth a little.

A tongue slipped in and stroked over his own.

It felt strange, but he enjoyed it.

To hell with Karl, they were alone, just the two of them and it felt too good not to enjoy it.

He kissed eagerly back.

Out of breath they broke apart and he dared to raise his hand and to touch Genzo.
He stroked up and down the soft warm skin and wondered how different it felt to Karl's icy skin…and what part of Genzo he was stroking.

He wandered up and felt Genzo's shoulder.

So that was how it felt like.

He could feel every muscle, every tiny scratch, every movement of it.

He crawled closer to Genzo.

If touching him felt so new, so exiting, so good, than how would it feel to kiss that skin?

He leaned forward and his lips touched Genzo's skin.

Wondering what part he was kissing, he kissed his way down until he felt something hard. A nipple.

Playfully, he took it into his mouth and nibbled at it.

He could hear Genzo moan softly and big hands started to stroke through his hair.

He kissed his way over to Genzo's other nipple and played with it.

His hands wandered down Genzo's body, stroking his upper thigh and went to stroke his manhood.

He frowned when he felt something cold and metallic, but remembered that he had seen a cock ring around Genzo's manhood.

Just as he was about to release Genzo from it, his hand was batted away and he was forced to lie down.

He could feel Genzo's body covering his.

Sighing he let the matter drop and slung his arms around Genzo's neck.

Genzo kissed and nibbled his way down his body, his big hands grabbing his manhood and stroking it.

He moaned and bucked his hips, his hands stroking up and down Genzo's back.

He may not be able to see anything, but he could feel all the way better.

Genzo caressed his body, not leaving any part of his body untouched. And in reward he moaned and bucked his hips.

Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet at his entrance and stiffened. But Genzo rubbed his entrance giving him time to relax again, before he felt two of Genzo's fingers entering him.

His experience with other men was… well, zero.

He had kissed Taro, yes; but they had never gone that far.

Twice he had sex with Sanae and both times it had felt awkward, like sleeping with his sister, so they had never repeated it. But hell, if he had known that sex with a guy could feel that good, he would have done it earlier.

Genzo entered a third finger and stretched him more.

The moment he was bucking his hips, trying to get the fingers deeper inside him, to stretch him more, they were gone.

He whimpered at their loss.

Genzo kissed him softly on his lips and he felt something far bigger at his entrance than Genzo's fingers.

He shivered and stiffened again, but Genzo suddenly bit down on his shoulder and entered him at the same time, that he couldn't react to anything.

He gulped and tried to stop the sensations that were flooding him.

It DID hurt, but it was a pleasant pain; a pain that turned him on, made him even harder.

He moved his hips slightly and gasped.

Damn, getting fucked by a guy did feel great, too good for words.

He briefly wondered when Genzo had removed the cock ring, but that thought and all others went out of the window when Genzo started to move in and out of him.

The sensations were overwhelming and he could only feel; screaming himself hoarse.

Genzo set a hard, fast rhythm, sending them both near the edge, only to slow down in the last moment, holding their orgasm off as long as he could.
He wanted to come, he couldn't take it any longer.

And when Genzo started to stroke him, he came.

White starts exploded in front of his eyes and he had a feeling like hot lava was running through his veins, his blood rushing in his ears.

When he came down again from his orgasm, he felt Genzo's hot semen in him.

It was kind of displeasing and he wriggled a little, but somehow at the same time he liked the feeling of it.

He blinked a few times, when the blind fold was removed from his eyes and the bright light of the hotel-room blinded him.

His brain needed a few seconds, before he remembered where he was or why he was here.

He blushed; a chuckle could be heard and he looked up at the angelic face of the demon called Karl-Heinz Schneider.

"We will punish you at another time, Genzo." Karl said and Genzo whimpered. "As for you, my beloved Tsubasa," Karl stroked his cheek, "I hope that we will meet again."

The Kaiser bent down and kissed his lips.

"Keep the collar as a souvenir" he whispered in his ear and walked out of the room, like nothing had happened.
-THE END-

Broken car

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I'm not earning any money with it.

Rating: +18

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, PWP

Pairings: Tsubasa x Rivaul

Summary: Rivaul's car breaks down in front of Tsubasa's house

A.N.: it's all GenzoxKarl's fault. Couldn't you find a better sentence to explain it to me? ;_;

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Broken down car

Rivaul's car broke down in front of Tsubasa's house, you could say. In reality it was five meters away, but those were only details.

Dumbfounded, Tsubasa opened the door for Rivaul and let him in.

Now, they were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the videotaping of Genzo's game. Or pretending to.

Tsubasa's heart beat in his chest widely, and his face was bright red.

He remembered what had happened the last time he was alone with Rivaul, and wondered if something like that would happen again.

So he sat stiffly on the comfortable sofa, hands on his knees and looking downcast, not daring to look in any other direction. His thoughts kept running into each other and his mind reminded him of their last time tighter.

"Where is your girlfriend ?", Rivaul asked and nearly gave Tsubasa a heart attack.

"Vi-visiting her parents. Her mother is ill.", he stammered.

He had never told Sanae that he had a one-night-stand and felt bad about it, but he couldn't tell her.

Rivaul didn't answer that, so Tsubasa glanced quickly sideways at him.

Rivaul was beautiful.

His nice tanned skin looked a little bit darker in contrast to the crisp white button-up shirt, in which the first three bottoms were undone, revealing more skin.

Tsubasa gulped. How could anyone look that sexy in a plain white shirt?

He felt hot and could feel his manhood stiffen.

Alone the thought of what maybe could happen aroused him.

How he would touch this skin, how Rivaul would lay on top of him, and fucking him.

He glanced sideways again, trying not to look like he was staring at Rivaul.

He wore a pale blue stonewashed jeans which showed off his legs perfectly.

Tsubasa licked over his lips when he thought about these legs.

They were nicely formed and looked their best in black shorts together with white tennis-socks.

Tsubasa stifled a moan. Hell, how could anyone be this beautiful?

Alone the thought of a clothed Rivaul nearly made him come.

And then he thought at Rivaul's manhood and wanted nothing more than to suck it like a lollipop. He hadn't done it the last time, but now… the image of him kneeling in front of Rivaul while Genzo's game still was on the TV… his jeans got uncomfortably too tight.

He wanted the other man, not caring for any consequences. He hadn't done it the last time and surely wouldn't a second time.

But he just sat there trying to ignore his erotic fantasies and missing Genzo's game against Bayern München.

"Say, Tsubasa" , Rivaul whispered , blowing hot air in his ear, "didn't you wanted to watch the game?", he stroked up and down his upper thigh.

Tsubasa didn't knew what to say to this. He hadn't even noticed that Rivaul had come closer and was now sitting next to him, his arm on the back of the sofa, and the feeling of Rivaul's hand on his thigh didn't help either.

He could feel the heat coming from Rivaul's body and it made him even hotter.

He looked down Rivaul's shirt at the skin under it and wanted nothing more than to touch it.

Blushing he looked up in Rivaul's eyes and was lost immediately.

This dark-chocolate-brown eyes had haunted him in his sleep, giving him more than one erotic dream.

"And what have you been thinking, Tsubasa?", Rivaul whispered again, his voice smooth as black velvet.

Tsubasa could only whimper, the ability to speak had gone on a vacation.

Rivaul smiled a sexy smile and Tsubasa was glad that he was sitting because this smile made him weak in the knees.

Without warning, Rivaul stated to nibble at his ear lobe.

Tsubasa could only whimper, his hands were holding onto the white bottom up shirt of Rivaul.

"Tell me, Tsubasa, do you want it?", Rivaul looked in his eyes, making him completely willingless.

He nodded and Rivaul smiled.

Rivaul lay him on his back , straddling him and bent down to kiss him.

Willingly Tsubasa opened his mouth, when Rivaul licked over his lips, welcoming the tongue in his mouth.

The kissed and kissed and like last time, only the kisses were enough to nearly make him come.

"We should get you out of these clothes, shouldn't we?", Rivaul mumbled against his lips and Tsubasa nodded.

Quickly Rivaul got him unclothed, making him shiver when the cool air touched his skin.

He felt himself blushing, laying so naked in front of Rivaul, feeling his hungry gaze on him and at the same time, somehow it seemed…. So erotic to lay there, feeling the air on parts of his body that were normally clothed.

Rivaul looked up at him and grinned.

"Touch yourself, will you, my little soccer prodigy?", Rivaul said with this damn sexy voice and Tsubasa blushed, but he couldn't deny the other man anything.

With trembling hands, he stared to stroke down his neck, feeling unsure and a little but uncomfortable, but then he saw Rivaul's look, saw how he followed his movements and his uncomfortable feeling went out of the window.

He relaxed, stoked down over his nipple and took it between his thumb and index finger, playing with it.

"Mhm", he moaned and was a little bit surprised at himself, but he quite enjoyed the look on Rivaul's face.

His hands wandered down over his stomach, stopped for a short moment at his pubic hair, then wandered down, reaching his erection.

He looked at Rivaul, who was enthralled by his little show and decided not to go directly for it.

He spread his legs a little bit wider and stoked the skin of his upper thighs, all the while not letting Rivaul out of his eyes.

Rivaul looked up at him and smirked.

"Feeling playful, aren't we?", he asked with a raised eyebrow and kissed him.

"Mhm", Tsubasa answered him.

They broke apart and Rivaul kissed down his body, sucking and licking over his other nipple.

Rivaul's hands roamed over his body, stroking him and making him wanting more.

"Mmmmhmmmm", he moaned again, when Rivaul stopped playing with his nipple and kissed his way down, sucking and nibbling at his skin, leaving a bite-marks at his hip and inner thigh.

Rivaul looked up in his eyes and then kissed the tip of his erection, surprising Tsubasa and making him buck his hips.

"Not today.", Rivaul shook his head and stripped out of his clothes.

Longingly Tsubasa looked at him. As beautiful as Rivaul was clothed, he loved him out of his clothes more.

"Suck them", Rivaul hold two fingers to his lip and Tsubasa took them into his mouth, letting Rivaul feel what he would love to do to his manhood.

"That should be enough", Rivaul whispered hoarsely and not for the first time was Tsubasa surprised on the effect he had on the other man.

Rivaul stretched him, making him buck his hips and begging to be fucked.

"Please….need…now… Rivaaa AAAuul…", he moaned, feeling close to his orgasm and yet it had never seemed so far away at the same time.

"As you wish, my little Tsubasa, as you wish.", and then Rivaul entered him.

Tsubasa moaned. The feeling of Rivaul inside him was too good, too unbelievable.

He was just there, hot, big and hard, slamming in and out of him.

Tsubasa saw stars when Rivaul hit the right spot inside him.

He came at the very moment when Karl-Heinz Schneider scored against Genzo Wakabayashi.

They laid on the sofa, their breathing erratic, looking at each other.

"Another round?", he asked shyly and Rivaul grinned at him.

"You are a fast learner, aren't you?"

Tsubasa only kissed and kissed Rivaul shyly on his lips.

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-THE END

You're A Theory of Justice!

by John Rawls

In the beginning, you lived in a town. The town had many problems!
Rather than moving, you decided to come up with the idea for the best town ever. Going
all the way back to the original position, you created the idea for the best town ever!
Lo and behold, the best town ever looked almost identical to the town you lived in. You
decided to stay in the town. Now you resent people mistaking your refined thought
experiments for "the wall of stupidity" in high school debate
rounds.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature Nerd   Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works. It's okay. I understand.
Anime Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Social Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Drama Nerd
Musician
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Title: The Art-Room
Author: kay_mika
Fandom/Pairing: Captain Tsubasa / Taro Misaki x Youzo Morisaki
Rating: +18
Word Count: 681
Summary: side-story to “Hormone driven Zombies”.
Taro sees Morisaki licking a lolly-pop and wonders if he could like something else like that too.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I‘m not earning any money with it
Highlight for Warnings: *Yaoi, lemon, PWP*
Beta: dee_groovy

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The Art-Room

Taro Misaki and Youzo Morisaki stood at the sink of the art-room.

They were the only ones left, all of their class-mates had gone home and today there was no training, so not even the members of the football-club had stayed longer at school then they needed to.


They, on the other hand, had to stay longer and wash the paints and brushed they had used during the lesson.

Taro glanced sideways at Morisaki, who stood humming happily at the sink and licking a lolly-pop.
He blushed slightly when he thought about if Morisaki could also lick something else like that.

The sounds he made, while licking that lolly-pop, where driving him nuts… and horny.

He changed from one foot to the other, hoping to at least that the friction would quench his erection, but it had the contrary effect: he got harder and harder.

Finally, Morisaki had finished his lolly-pop and had thrown the handle away, so that was over and Taro hoped he could concentrate on the paints again. But he was mistaken on that part. He kept glancing sideways at Morisaki, noticing his still shimmering lips and his mind presented him with ideas of how these lips could lick a certain part of his body.

And before he really knew what he was saying, he asked bluntly
„ Can you suck a cock the same way as your lolly-pop?“

Silence fell over the room, and Taro thought that he had gone too far, but Morisaki smiled at him.
„Why? Do you want to find it out?“, he raised any eyebrow and smiled at him.

Taro gave him a cocky look.
„Sure, why not? After all, it is your fault that I‘m hard. So it would only be fair if you would take care of that.“

He didn’t knew where his boldness or the self-confidence came from, but he was glad that he could say all this without blushing.

Morisaki looked shyly to the ground, and then looked back up with a self-confidence Taro had thought only Genzo Wakabayashi could posses.

Morisaki came over and knelt in front of him.
One last look and he undid the zipper of his school-uniform trousers and pulled them down together with his underwear.

Proudly his erection stood there, the first droplets of pre-cum dripping from its tip.

Morisaki looked up and grinned, before he licked at the tip.

Taro propped himself on the sink and looked down.

Morisaki licked up and down his cock, swirling his tongue around his head.

Without a warning he swallowed his erection completely, eliciting a long moan from him.

Morisaki kept massaging his manhood with his tongue, stroking it sometimes adding some pressure to the strokes, making Taro moan wantonly.

And just when he thought that it couldn’t get any better, Morisaki started to hum the happy tune again, the vibrations making his knees weak.

Without wanting it, he bucked his hips, which earned him an angry look and hands at his hips to hold him still.

Morisaki sucked and licked at his cock, as if he had never done anything else his entire life, getting him harder and harder.

Taro panted heavily and tried to hold his orgasm back as long as he could, but when Morisaki started to swallow, his throat tightening around his tip, he couldn’t hold it back anymore and came, doubling over, moaning load, while stars exploded behind his closed eyelids.

Morisaki sucked him, drinking him dry.

He propped himself up at the sink, trying to catch his breath from this mind blowing orgasm.

„Nnnnggg…“, he moaned, still in an after -orgasm glow, his ability to form correct sentences hadn‘t come back yet.

Morisaki dressed him properly, before he stood up and brushed some dust off of his knees.

He gave Taro one last cocky look, before he started to clean the paints again.

When he had gotten his breath back, Taro turned around, too, helping with the cleaning and making a mental note to himself, to get Morisaki to give him a blow-job sometime again.
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-THE END-

Title: Fantasies come true
Author: kay_mika
Fandom/Pairing: Captain Tsubasa / Genzo Wakabayashi x Tsubasa Ohzora x Taro Misaki
Rating: +18
Word Count: 950
Summary: Alternative Version to ‚Hormone driven Zombies‘
Taro and Genzo are showing Tsubasa one of their fantasies
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I‘m not earning any money with it
Highlight for Warnings: *Yaoi, lemon, PWP*
Beta: dee_groovy

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Fantasies come true

Tsubasa went as red as a tomato.
„So did you or did you not had fantasies about sleeping with a man?“ Genzo asked him with a grin.

Oh hell, how could it have come to this?
He couldn’t say yes that he had and yes, that these thoughts contained him and Taro.

„Tsubasa why do you became so red? There is nothing to it“, Taro said.

„Yeah. Don’t tell me you have never thought about Roberto fucking you.“, Genzo grinned and had unknowingly hit the nail on its head, but Tsubasa wouldn’t admit that.
And no, this time he would not listen to his inner voice.

„Now, come one, tell us.“, Taro demanded.
Stubbornly Tsubasa looked to the ground

„Aaaaawww, isn‘t our little Tsubasa cute. All shy and innocent.“, Genzo teased him.

Tsubasa would have loved to say something to that, but his voice was on a vacation and when it would come back he didn’t knew.
How again had they come to that subject again? For the love of the football he couldn’t remember.

He heard somebody stand up from the bed but didn’t dare to look up.

„Now Tsubasa , have I ever told you one of my favorite fantasies?“, Taro whispered in his ear and embraced him, „No?“, Taro started to nibble at his earlobe.
„St-stop it.“, Tsubasa squealed. Had his best friend totally lost it?
„Why should we?”, Genzo stepped behind him and laid his hand on his crotch, „ I think Taro and me, we are sharing a fantasy.“, he started to rub Tsubasa's manhood through his jeans .

„Aaaahhhh…pl-please…stop…“, Tsubasa moaned. This couldn’t be really happening.

„Why?“, Taro whispered in his ear and kissed his way to his lips, „ You enjoy it and we have always dreamed about it. So why stop?“, he mumbled and kissed Tsubasa.

He bit on Tsubasa‘s lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, before his tongue entered it, making him weak in the knees.

„Be-because… best friend..“, Tsubasa managed to stutter between the kisses.

Taro raised an eyebrow.

„That is no reason AGAINST it.“, Genzo whispered and rubbed harder.

„Nnnnghhh…“, Tsubasa moaned.

Taro smiled. His hands wandered down under Tsubasa‘s shirt, pulling it slowly up and over his head.

His nipples hardened when the cold air ghosted over his skin, but Tsubasa was not able to bring a coherent thought together to notice that.

Genzo sucked at his skin between neck and shoulder, leaving a nice bite-mark behind.

Taro kissed his shoulder, kissing his way down his well formed chest, marveling at the soft skin, stroking his arms up and down.

Tsubasa could feel him moving on downwards, kissing over his well-trained stomach, dipping his tongue in his belly-button.

He looked down at Taro, who looked up at him. Their looks met.
Tsubasa had never noticed before, that Taro‘s eyes were a nice dark grey with hints of a dark blue, but now he got lost in them.

He saw Taro gripping the waist band of his trainings trousers and pulling them down.

His erection sprang free, dripping with pre-cum.

He saw Taro licking hungrily over his lips and moaned.

He leaned back and felt soft skin on his back.
When had Genzo stripped of his clothes? He didn’t knew it and it didn’t matter.

He blushed slightly when he felt Genzo‘s erection rubbing between his tight buttock cheeks.

„Don’t worry. It will fit. I will get you nice and ready for it.“, Genzo whispered seductively in his ear.

Tsubasa moaned.
What his two friends did to him felt too good to be true.

He could feel Taro kissing his inner tights, ignoring his erection, which demanded attention.

Panting he looked down and opened his mouth to say something to Taro, but all that came out was a long moan, when Genzo pushed two of his fingers inside him.

He got the distinct smell of baby oil, but closed his eyes and laid his head back on Genzo‘s shoulder, giving himself completely over to his friends.

He felt Genzo stretching him, propping in and out of him and he wanted more, needed more.

The sweet torture of his friends lasted a few more minutes, but to Tsubasa it seemed like forever.

He was aroused and hard, his feelings were overwhelming him and every second new sensations washed over him, making him harder and harder.

Genzo nibbled at his ear and entered him and at that same moment Taro swallowed his erection.

Not knowing what he did, he buried his hands in Taro‘s dark brown hair.

The feelings were incredible.

Kneeling in front of him, Taro, sucking and licking his cock and behind him, filling him completely, Genzo, slamming in and out of him.

His two friends pushed him nearer and nearer to his orgasm.

„Mmmmhmmmm…Taroo..“, was all he could moan as a warning, before he came.

Everything went white, when he came, tightening around Genzo, who came as well inside him.

He could feel Taro licking every single drop of semen of his manhood.

It took him a while, before he could breath almost normally again.

With half closed eyes he sank on the bed, still in the after glow of his orgasm.

He looked at Taro, who stood in the front of his bed, still closed and an obvious bulge in his training shorts.

Tsubasa blushed. Here he was, having on hell of an orgasm behind him thanks to his two friends, while one of them hadn‘t come at all.

„Taro, I… „, he stammered, but Taro laughed it off.

„Don’t worry Tsubasa, I will come . Believe me.“

And Tsubasa knew then that he was in for a long night.

-THE END-

Title: Blow-Job
Author:kay_mika
Fandom/Pairing: Captain Tsubasa / Kojiro Hyuga x Youzo Morisaki
Rating: +18
Word Count: 216
Summary: Kojiro Hyuga looked down at the black hair between his legs, in which he had buried his hands.
Man, who could have thought that Youzo Morisaki could give such mind erasing blow jobs? Surely not him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and I'm not earning any money with it
Highlight for Warnings: *lemon, PWP, Yaoi*
Beta:dee_groovy




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Blow Job

Kojiro Hyuga looked down at the black hair between his legs, in which he had buried his hands.

Man, who could have thought that Youzo Morisaki could give such mind erasing blow jobs? Surely not him.

He could feel Morisaki humming around his erection, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

He wouldn’t last long.

The sight between his legs was enough to make him come.

His erection hit the back of Morisaki’s throat, while his tongue was licking up and down, stroking it , tracing every vein on it.

“Mmmmmmhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Mo-Mo..Mmmmmmmmhmmmmm“, he moaned.

Morisaki glanced upwards, but then concentrated on his task at hand again.

Hyuga could feel the swallowing motions, the tightening around his sensitive tip and it was too much for him.

With a silent cry he doubled over, shooting his semen in Morisaki’s mouth, who sucked and licked at his erection, drinking it all, not letting a single drop be spilled.

Exhausted he lay there, trying to catch his breath back after such a mind blowing orgasm.

“That…. Really…was.. a blow-job…”, he panted and closed his eyes.

Morisaki laid down next to him and smiled.

“Tell me, when you’re up for a second round.”, he whispered in his ear.

Hyuga opened his eyes and kissed him, tasting himself in that hot, talented mouth and wanting nothing more than to slam him into the mattress, to return the favor.

-THE END-

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Outcast Genius


For The Record:



A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.



You scored better than half in all three, earning you the title of: Outcast Genius.



Outcast geniuses usually are bright enough to understand what society wants of them, and they just don't care! They are highly intelligent and passionate about the things they know are *truly* important in the world. Typically, this does not include sports, cars or make-up, but it can on occassion (and if it does then they know more than all of their friends combined in that subject).



Outcast geniuses can be very lonely, due to their being outcast from most normal groups and too smart for the room among many other types of dorks and geeks, but they can also be the types to eventually rule the world, ala Bill Gates, the prototypical Outcast Genius.



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