D. N. Angel Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Saddest Song ❯ The Saddest Song - 6 ( Chapter 6 )

~The Saddest Song~

 

By: Schwarz tot schwarz das Bloot (Aerys Krystie).

 

Warning: Sex scene between two males! Stop reading now if this is offensive to you.

 

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Schuldig sat on the edge of the balcony. The rain had stopped, but there was a strong wind coming for the north, along with lightning and thunder. His glanced up when a flash nearly blinded him. The thunder almost deafened him. He sighed, throwing the end of his cigarette over the side. He rested back on his hands, closed his eyes, head tilted to the night sky.

 

It was the night he and Nagi were both regretting; the night before the last concert. For the last week, Schuldig had wished that this night would be delayed, forever. But as usual, he never got what he wished for. He sighed, opening his eyes to slivers of green. Once, just once, he wanted something to go in favor of him.

 

He sat up again, looking at the clear balcony doors. There was only a single lamp on, on the far bedside chest. It illuminated part of the room in an orange glow. It seemed, sensuous. Byronic even. Yes, that's what it was…Byronic. He smiled when he saw Krad enter the room, but didn't come to the doors to let him in.

 

Schuldig frowned. The blond's mind seemed else where. It was…odd to see him like that. He was usually so on top of the world, that Schuldig began wondering if everything was all right. He hopped off the balcony railing, going to the doors. As lightning flashed, he turned the hands of the doors, finding them unlocked. He suddenly wondered why he hadn't tried that before.

 

When in the room, he closed the doors, drawing the lace curtains. He removed his bandana, placing it on the bedside chest. He sat on the edge of the bed, hearing the shower going. Ten minutes later, he saw Krad come out of the bathroom, combing his hair.

 

Schuldig watched him. He stood, and moved to stand behind Krad. He heard the blond gasp as he wrapped his arms around silk covered shoulders. His hand slid up Krad's neck to his cheek, where he turned Krad's head to look at him. He smiled, his thumb caressing a pale cheek.

 

`Hallo,' he whispered, nose-to-nose with Krad.

 

`Hi,' Krad replied just as softly.

 

Schuldig lowered his head, pressing his lips gingerly to Krad's. He felt Krad move around in his arms, the comb dropping to the floor. Schuldig kissed down Krad's throat, hearing the blond breathe his name. One his hands slipped around Krad's body, where he lightly grasped one of Krad's well-rounded globe, through the robe Krad wore.

 

Krad's eyes widened. `Schuldig - will you?'

 

Schuldig stopped licking Krad's neck. He stepped back, watching as Krad undid the sash of his robe. He felt his penis spring to life instantly, as the insipid body was revealed. Krad's body was as beautiful as his soul. He was slender, but not skinny. He only had a few scars, which were evidence of childhood accidents.

 

Schuldig smirked, studying the beauty that is Krad's body. He pulled Krad close to his own, clothed, body, running his fingers through the long, long strands that were Krad's hair. He inhaled the sweet scent of Krad's shampoo, which smelt like jasmine with a hint of ginger.

 

Finally, Schuldig sighed. `Are you sure you want to do this, now, Krad?'

 

Krad looked up at Schuldig. `Oh, no! Ooh-haw, no! No, no, no, no, no, no! Do not do this to me now, Schuldig.'

 

`But - '

 

`I don't care! Would you just do it, please?' Krad looked into Schuldig's eyes, his own pleading. `“Reinigen Sie” mich.'

 

Schuldig picked Krad up, feeling the blond wrap his slender legs around his waist, as he carried the singer to the bed. `I'm not going to hurt you, Krad.' He laid the pale German down. `I'm going to show you love.'

 

The one thing Krad had ever been afraid of. He didn't fear death, the way some did. He didn't fear pain. What was meant to hurt, but didn't frightened him. It terrorized the hell out of him. He watched Schuldig undress, biting his lower lip slightly. He propped himself up on his elbows, sensing Schuldig's mild depression.

 

`We…don't have to do this if you don't want to,' Krad offered as Schuldig came to straddle his hips.

 

Schuldig brushed the back of his fingers over Krad's cheek, smiling. `I'm fine with getting laid, Krad. It's you I'm worrying about you.'

 

Krad lowered his eyes in thought. He smiled, shaking his head. `I'm not going to die a virgin, Schuldig.'

 

Schuldig smirked. `Of course not. You know me.' He lent down, kissing Krad deeply.

 

Krad's eyes closed, gasping when he felt Schuldig's hot body against his own. He wrapped his arms around the redhead's neck. He whimpered softly when the kiss was broken. The whimper turned into a moan, as his throat was sucked on. He laid back on the bed, closing his eyes, getting himself lost in the pleasure Schuldig was giving him.

 

Schuldig ran a hand down the center of Krad's body, lightly tugging at the silver navel ring, before going down further, though the golden blond pubic hair, to the semi-hard organ. Schuldig gave the shaft a rough jerk. Krad's eyes shot open and a scream left his mouth. Schuldig smirked.

 

Lowering his head, away from Krad's throat, Schuldig went to the pale boy's chest. Krad nearly screamed when Schuldig bit his left nipple. The pain coincided with the pleasure, sending electric waves through his nervous system, making him instantly hard.

 

Krad laid back, enjoying the feeling Schuldig's tongue and hands on his body, which was beginning to affectionate rapidly. Why Schuldig insisted on foreplay, not even the redheaded German knew. Since it was his first time, Krad didn't mind either. The long, the better, actually.

 

It's his way of showing affection. Even if it does take forever. Krad made a noise in the back of his throat, forcing his head into the feather-filled mattress as possible. One hand dripped the white satin covers, the other Schuldig's hair. His entire body was tingling; felt on fire.

 

Schuldig looked up at Krad, smirking. If the blond bit his lip any harder, he'd bite right through it. He pulled it from between pearl white teeth, gently kissing the flesh. He smiled, shaking his head at Krad. He pulled back from the pale boy, completely, running his hands through his own hair.

 

`Lay in the center,' he ordered softly, watching as Krad complied.

 

Out of habit, Schuldig tried to slip into the boy's mind. His bewilderment was immense when he got in. There was nothing stopping him. He knew that Krad knew he was in there, as the boy smiled. He was seconds away from asking, when Krad shrugged.

 

`I know you won't do anything too harmful to me. Besides, you also know that if you try anything, I'll kill you.'

 

Schuldig had to shudder at that. That was no empty threat. True, he had never seen a Natural in action, but something told him he never wanted to. Perhaps it was his common sense, but that had been locked away from years. He smirked, moving to lie over the boy. He lent in, kissing petal lips softly.

 

Schuldig kissed down the insipid column of Krad's throat, being careful not to mark him. He thrust his hips against Krad's, gold eyes widening comically as tepid erections collided, a near scream leaving his lips. Slender arms wrapped around lightly tanned shoulders; manicured nails digging into the skin. A moan almost echoing in the silent room.

 

Schuldig exhaled deeply, pulling away, receiving a moan of protest. He looked at Krad's flustered face. Large, gold eyes wide with innocence and lust. He could hear all the boy's doubts, his worrying about the pain. It was so cute, that Schuldig wasn't sure if he wanted to run away, run to the bathroom, or laugh. The irony of this layout was enough to make him want to laugh.

 

`Krad, let me ask, why are you worrying about the pain? You - '

 

`I have to prove that I am human inside.' Krad propped himself up on his elbows, looking into Schuldig's eyes. `I know it will hurt, Schuldig. Don't bother to lie to me.'

 

Schuldig raised an eyebrow. `I could never lie to you, Krad.' He looked around the room. `Is there anything I can use for lube?'

 

Krad smiled, nodding his head. `Top draw. Did you honestly expect me not to be prepared?'

 

Schuldig opened the draw, pulling out the tube of lubricant. He glanced over his shoulder, and moved back to the blond. `How long?'

 

`A year and a half.'

 

`Huh.'

 

Schuldig opened the tube. The scent of cherry filled his nose. He looked down at the tube, then back at Krad, who was smiling sheepishly at him. He had always liked the scent of cherries, not that he would admit it out loud. He applied a liberal amount to his fingers, and then he spread Krad's legs a little more, settling himself between them.

 

Schuldig looked into Krad's amazing eyes. `Now, you do know that this will hurt, right?'

 

Krad nodded once. `I'll try to stay as relaxed as possible. If I wince, don't worry about it, okay?'

 

Schuldig smirked, and slowly entered a finger, feeling Krad tense. He still remembered his first time, the only problem was, he never got the preparation. He had hurt for a weeks, and hadn't been able to sit down for one. He let his finger rest, waiting for Krad to relax. When the blond finally did, Schuldig moved his finger in and out slowly.

 

Schuldig watched Krad's face for any sign that he should withdraw, as he entered a second finger. Krad's eyes widened and he bit his lower lip. Again, Schuldig let Krad become accustomed to the feeling. He sucked on a pale pink nipple, hoping to ease the tension in the boy's body, as he pushed his fingers in further, wanting to find that spot.

 

Krad's eyes widened. He let out something between a moan and a scream. Schuldig felt Krad's erection twitch against his abdomen. He chuckled lightly, wriggling his fingers. Krad's back arched enticingly, his hands gripping the sheets.

 

Schuldig grunted in the back of his throat as he eased a third digit in. He expected Krad to tense again, but instead, the blond thrust his hips down, trying to get the fingers in as far as possible. Schuldig held Krad's hips steady with his free hand, not wanting to be hasty. True, he just wanted to plunge in, but he was not going to make this some quick fuck, he was going to make sure they both enjoyed it.

 

Schuldig left the nipple alone, and went up to Krad's throat. He nipped at the skin, leaving small, red marks. He didn't care about marking him. In fact, he wanted everyone to know that he was the one who killed the lead singer of Massen Genozid. Both he and Nagi had contemplated turning themselves in after the mission was done.

 

Forcing himself out of his thoughts, Schuldig concentrated on listening to Krad's gasps, moans and pants. This kid was too sensual for his own good. It was a wonder that he was still a virgin. He lent up, kissing Krad softly on the lips. He smiled, pulling his fingers back. When Krad was about to protest, Schuldig kissed him. He pulled away when Krad had settled down a little; he sat back on his heels.

 

Krad watched as Schuldig picked up the tube, squeeze some of its contents onto his fingers, close the tube, throw it to the side, and work the clear gel into his erection. He lightly bit the inside of his bottom lip when Schuldig positioned himself outside his entrance. He looked into emerald eyes, blazing with passion. A soft underline of care was in them also.

 

`We don't have to do this, Krad. You can still say no,' Schuldig said as lightning flashed.

 

Krad waited until the thunder sounded before he answered. `I am not about to give up. Not after getting this far.'

 

Schuldig nodded, wrapping Krad's legs around his waist. With a deep breath, he gripped his erection, guiding it towards its destination. He pushed the head of his shaft in, watching Krad's face again. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. He rolled his eyes at his thoughts, and pushed in a little further, sighing at the feeling of his erection being encased in a tight, velvet heat.

 

He continued to push in, until he was fully covered. He rested his forehead against Krad's, panting at the exhilarating feeling that was coursing through his veins. He opened his eyes slightly, studying Krad's face, as it unknotted itself from the pain, to become natural.

 

Schuldig brushed Krad's fringe out of his eyes as he waited for Krad to feel confident enough to move. He wasn't sure how long he was running his fingers through the long gold strands, until he felt Krad wriggle his hips, getting the message across. Gradually, but surely, Schuldig pulled out then went back in.

 

Krad wrapped his arms around Schuldig's shoulders, holding tightly. He buried his face into the crook of Schuldig's neck. He gasped as Schuldig struck that spot in him, arching his back. He felt Schuldig wrap his arms around his back, bringing him closer. Krad's moans were lost against Schuldig's throat. He clawed at the redheaded German's back, raising his hips slightly.

 

Schuldig winced slightly as perspiration ran over the scratches Krad was leaving on his shoulder-blades. He laid Krad down, not thinking he would be able to handle the pain. He kissed Krad deeply, enjoying the taste of his mouth. Krad tasted sweet, like white chocolate, along with something else, that was strictly Krad's alone.

 

Schuldig broke the kiss, letting his head fall back as he let out a guttural moan. His hips thrust faster and harder. His head fell forward, his hair covering his face. His moans mingled with Krad's. It had been too long since he last felt this good. Not even when on ecstasy did he feel this good.

 

Again, he winced as he felt more sweat run over the scratches. He felt Krad's legs tighten their grip, as his nails dig further into his skin. Steadying himself on one hand, Schuldig let the other go down Krad's body, to stroke the weeping member. He smirked when Krad choked back a scream.

 

Krad tried to hold off for as long as he could. He didn't last any longer than a minute before he came, spilling his essence over his and Schuldig's abdomens and Schuldig's hand. He came with a loud cry of the redheaded German's real name, before going limp, shuddering.

 

The feeling of Krad's anus gripping his erection in a vice like clamp was enough for Schuldig. He released himself into the channel with a long, low moan. He pulled out slowly, and fell to the side of the blond, staring at the white ceiling, trying to catch his breath.

 

As his orgasm wore off, Schuldig became aware of a stinging pain on his shoulders. He sat up and looked at the bed, seeing eight lines of blood on the white covers. He blinked his eyes rapidly, and then turned to Krad, who was staring back at him.

 

Krad sat up, slowly, as his entire body still felt like Jell-O. `You marked me, so I marked you.' Krad wrinkled his nose up slightly at the feeling of Schuldig's semen leaving his behind.

 

Schuldig went to slip into Krad's head, just to see what the blond thought of his experience, but ran into a diamond wall. He sighed, cupping Krad's cheek, staring into the gold eyes. He frowned when Krad looked away, then stood from the bed. Schuldig watched him put his robe on, and stare out the balcony doors.

 

`What's wrong?' Schuldig sat on the edge of the bed, watching the pale German.

 

Krad pulled the lace curtain back, watching as rain was blown onto the balcony. He became lost in his thoughts, jumping when Schuldig hugged him from behind. He lowered his head and hand, turning to face the redhead. He looked into soulful emerald orbs, and sighed.

 

`I was just thinking about your future,' he admitted.

 

`Oh? Are you going to tell me what lays ahead for me?'

 

Krad smiled into Schuldig's eyes. `A happy life.'

 

`Let me guess; I find the right man?' Schuldig couldn't help but sneer at that.

 

`Woman, actually,' Krad corrected.

 

Schuldig stared at the blond. `Woman? I turn straight?'

 

Krad nodded. `Yep. And you have two kids.'

 

`Fuck no!' Schuldig pulled away from the kid. He ran his hands through his hair. `I hate kids!'

 

Krad shrugged. `I'm not the one who's gonna knock some female up.' He bit his lower lip.

 

Schuldig walked back over to the blond, hugging him. `How far into the future are we talking about here?'

 

`I'm not sure. But you've grown up.' Krad smirked, which was lost in Schuldig's shoulder.

 

`I am grown up!'

 

Krad pulled back, looking into Schuldig's eyes. He shook his head with mock annoyance. He tapped two of his fingers against his own temple, hoping Schuldig would get the message. When the tanned German just stared at him, Krad sighed with real annoyance.

 

`You've mentally matured, dumb-ass!'

 

Schuldig smirked, hugging the blond tighter. `I know what you meant, Krad. I'm not completely stupid.' He pressed his lips softly to Krad's, smiling. `What about Nagi?'

 

`Nagi?' Schuldig inclined his head. `You're thinking of someone else?' Krad half smiled innocently. `He'll have a girlfriend in the near, yet distant future.'

 

Schuldig rested his chin on Krad's shoulder. He sighed, pulling back just enough to look into Krad's eyes. He smiled gently, brushing the back of his fingers over a pale cheek. He looked up when a bright, and brisk flash of light went, along with a shutter of a camera. He looked to the right, and there was Dark, grinning like an idiot, waving a camera around.

 

Schuldig had the sudden impulse to throttle Dark, but decided it was best for his health that he didn't. Instead, glared at the amethyst eyed German. He rolled his eyes when Dark laughed, walking up to them. He handed Schuldig the camera, winking.

 

`Just a few memories for your children.'

 

`You didn't!' Krad and Schuldig exclaimed together.

 

Dark snickered and left the room, leaving Krad and Schuldig to fume. Krad was thinking of blowing the camera up, but decided against it. Even if Dark had taken photographs of them in the middle of sex, it was, after all, memories. He looked at Schuldig, who looked as though he was about to crush the camera.

 

`What does he mean “for your children”?'

 

Krad scratched back of his head nervously. `Your, um, children will run across this photos and start asking about them.'

 

Schuldig shook his head, glancing down at the camera. `Will Nagi have any kids?'

 

`One. A little girl. His daughter and yours will become really good friends.'

 

Schuldig tried not to shudder at the thought of dealing with two teenage girls. He had seen them, especially when he scoped out the Koneko. They were scary. The way they gushed over the white assassins. The way they went on about their hair and nails; the latest fashions. The judgment they passed on him when he walked down the street. He didn't want to deal with a teenage female.

 

He looked at the camera again, sighing. He raised his eyes to meet Krad's, who was looking at him with concern. He wanted to ask. But before he could, Krad pointed to the clock on the bedside chest closest to them. Schuldig looked at the time, and let out a string of colorful words.

 

He didn't want to leave the blond, even though he would see him the next night. Schuldig watched Krad turn away, and hand him his clothing. Schuldig quickly dressed, gazing at Krad, who was standing by the bed.

 

Krad looked away. `You had better go. Nagi is getting worried, and you've left your cell behind.'

 

Schuldig slipped the camera into the pocket of his jacket, going over to the insipid German. He tilted Krad's head up, placing a quick, soft, sweet kiss on already kiss bruised lips. He pulled back, going to the balcony doors.

 

While at the doors, he paused, throwing a depressed look over his shoulder. `Please, forgive me.'

 

Krad bit his lower lip. `I already have.' He heard the redhead grunt, and disappear into the night. Unlike the times before, Krad didn't watch him leave.

 

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So sorry that this chapter took forever! I get really, really bad writers block when it comes to writing sex scenes, as you can tell, since this one sucks! Anyway, reviews would be greatly appreciated!

 

Until next time! T T F N! Ta, ta for now!

 

~*Peace*~

 

^^ Auska.