Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ When LEMONS go bad ( Chapter 7 )

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Warning: This is a Yaoi fic. . . that means wonderful m/m action, if this offends anyone here, then get out of my site. I didn't force you to come here. If this offends the sensibilities of any parents, then you should be looking after your kids better and not using the computer as a babysitter.

On to the fanfiction. . .

Troubled Times.

Part seven.

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Returning late from their current mission, Ran mentally complains over the lack of timing. . . Tomorrow he's supposed to go out to Muraki's medical facility for the first of his series of tests. He really wasn't sure what these tests were going to do. But if it could possibly help Aya-chan... it didn't matter.

The sound of the main door opening and then closing indicates that their resident 'slut' has gone out clubbing. . . how in the hell can that man find the energy to go out partying after what they just went through? He shook his head and peeling off his sweaty, blood spattered clothing... headed for a shower.

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After finishing up their meal at the cafe, Schuldig does his best not to laugh. . . the cooks are trying to annoy Watari by doing weird things to his pasta. He finds it vastly amusing to watch Watari, patiently try to explain what is wrong. And then he still gets a weird dish... to complain about. Quite entertaining...

"Right now you have two options for tonight. . . either head back to the medi center for the night, or you can stay in the extra room at my place."

"I think staying with you is the more attractive option... otherwise I'll just annoy Nagi and anyone else in range."

"Hei, very true. . . I'm certain that most people on the fourth floor will be relieved to get some time with out being annoyed mentally."

"I really don't mean to do it... but usually I don't have to worry about so many telepaths..."

"And that is the main reason that no one really blames you."

"Besides... you're much nicer to look at than Nagi... he's cute and all... but..." He shrugged and smirked.

Blushing Watari stammers something completely and utterly incoherent as he picks up the check on the way out.

Schuldig laughed and took the blonde's arm as they left. "Soooo... which way to your place?"

Still trying to cope with his blushing, Watari settles into the hold the Schuldig has on him. . . finding it somewhat comforting. "Ah, this way. . . "

"Lead on, my good man... and good looking man I might add." His other hand snaked down to take Watari's. As they head towards the shinigami's home, even the red-head notices some of the looks that the blonde is getting. . . not all of them just because of his appearance.

"So... what's up?"

"There's only 18 shinigami in all of Japan."

"Aaah... so you're something of a celebrity, ne?"

"Just different. . . . "

"Sounds familiar."

Arriving at the small but cozy house, Watari unlocks the front door. "The job of shinigami is one of the most coveted employments here."

"Ah... why is that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We are the only ones that can travel freely between Meifu and Chijou," he comments while showing Schuldig into his home.

"Oh... is that a big incentive? It seems really nice here."

"Some of us still like to keep an eye on our families and loved ones if possible. Besides, Chijou has better food."

Schu laughed. "And I can see how perfect pasta is important to you."

Stepping over a small stack of books, Watari laughs a little. "You could say that. . .and sorry, my home is a little cluttered at the moment."

"I can see... you like books, don't you?"

"I seem to have a passion for knowledge."

"That's not a bad thing..." He gave an exaggerated yawn. "Soooo... where's sleeping arrangements in this place?"

"Ah, gomen. . . the bedrooms are upstairs." Heading up, Watari looks back to make sure that his guest is following. . . Reaching the landing, he opens the door to the guestroom. "It'll just take me a moment to clear the books . . . I really hadn't expected company tonight."

Schu stepped up behind him and pulled him back against his chest. "Who said anything about separate rooms?"

Anything that the shinigami might have said is completely muffled by the German's lips. Schu let the blonde's head go, having tilted it back to get access to that lovely mouth. "Now... where's your room... with the bed that we likely WON'T have to clean off?"

Taking a moment to let his breathing return to normal, Watari looks up at Schu. . . "Next door. . . but there are books there too. . . " I was reading last night.

"That's okay... it won't take long..." He pulls Watari back out into the hall... and down to the other door... opening the door, Schuldig has to wonder how Watari manages to sleep with so many books in his bed. . . . the man is worse than Nagi at finals.

He decides to take a shortcut... Releasing Watari, he grabs the top blanket and pulls it... and all the books... off the bed, dragging it off to one corner. "There."

Crossing his arms, the blonde gives a slight glare at his exceedingly over eager companion. "I so happen to care a lot about several of those books you just flung to the floor. . ."

"I was careful... they're cushioned by the blanket... I do this for Nagi when he's frantically studying and should be sleeping"

Going over, he takes a peek at the state of the books. . . . careful to crouch down instead of just bending over.

Schu smirks. "Sorry... but I couldn't think of another quick way to get them off the bed."

Shaking his head Watari sits on the bed. "Well, they're off the bed now."

"Hai... and you're on it..." Predatory grin...

The blush starts returning. . . "Hei. . ."

"Well... can I join you?"

"Consider yourself invited."

Schu smiled and sat down next to the blond. He lifted a hand and gently cupped Watari's chin, drawing him closer... Following through with the gentle motion, Watari opens his mouth to the kiss, allowing Schuldig full access.

The redhead wraps an arm around Watari, pulling him closer and pressing their bodies together. All the while plundering that lovely mouth. With a slight whimper, the blonde steadies himself with a hand on the German's shoulder. . .

Without releasing mouth or arm... Schu starts to lean back... pulling the blond with him... Eventually Watari pulls back from that delicious kiss and finds himself on top of Schuldig. . . still panting, he goes back for more of that incredible mouth as his fingers start slowly undoing the buttons on the German's shirt. Happy that the blond is getting involved... the redhead likewise starts to remove Watari's clothing...

Following one of the carotid arteries, the blonde trails a line of kisses down Schuldig's neck.

Schu moans... the blond was a quick learner... He pulled Watari's shirt of his pants. . .

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Ran fights against the urge to run the telephone through with his katana when the blatantly evil contraption starts ringing at this late hour of the night.

He fumbles for it, finally getting the thing in hand. "What?"

"Fujimiya-san, I apologize for waking you at this late hour. . ."

"Oh, sensei... no problem..."

"Ah well, thank you. I thought that it would be best that I call you immediately. There has been a change in your sister's condition."

He inhaled sharply. He'd been dreading this call for years... ever since. He steadied himself against the table. "A... change?"

"She has regained consciousness."

"What?" He couldn't be hearing right... this was a dream, wasn't it?

"Aya-chan has regained consciousness. . . she's a little weak at the moment, and will need to go through physical therapy. Not to mention that she has been rather adamant about wanting to speak with you."

"She's... she's awake?" His legs cut out from under him and he sat on the floor.

"Yes, she's awake."

"Can I... come see her?"

"Yes, though I would strongly suggest that you get somebody else to drive you. . . "

"Okay... I'll be there as soon as I can... thank you..."

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Looking up, Watari tries to figure out just how Schuldig managed to switch their positions. . . . not that he's really complaining. With his trademark smirk... the redhead started to explore that lovely expanse of bared chest... making note every time that the blonde's breathing quickens and the level of noise the shinigami is capable of. . . which at the moment seems quite vocal.

He lingered over the spots that seemed the get the best reaction... meanwhile subtly rubbing their still clothed groins against each other.

Moaning, Watari tries to get more of that incredible sensation as his body feels like it's been set on fire… One nimble hand worked open the blonde's pants... then wiggled inside to stroke against that confined hardness.

Watari's back arches up as Schuldig's hand begins stroking his already throbbing member.

"Can I take these pants off?"

"H. . . hei."

Schu does so... slowly... and his own... then he takes one of Watari's feet and kisses the ankle. He works his way up the leg... softly kissing every couple inches... and every couple of inches the blonde has to start figuring out once more how to breathe. . . .

The redhead stops just short of the juncture of leg and torso... picking up the other foot, he gives that leg the same treatment

Panting heavily, hands tangled in the sheets having resisted the urge to latch on to Schuldig knowing how messy that would inevitably turn out, Watari watches the German through a veil of golden hair.

Schu gets closer to the throbbing piece of flesh... but stops and simply blows across the damp tip. "Schu. . . " is the plaintative gasp from the blonde as the sensation ripples through his body.

Smirking... he takes pity on the blond and leans forward to slide his mouth over that hot shaft. His hands hold Watari's legs parted, kneading the flesh of his thighs. Hazel eyes flutter shut as his member is engulfed by that moist warmth. . .

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The second time that Ken threatened to stop the car and head back to the Koneko is when Ran finally stopped ordering the brunette to go faster.

His foot was tapping... his hand tapping against his knee... which was also bouncing. His sister was awake... this was a dream come true... years of doctors telling him there was no hope... and she's awake...

After what to Ran seems an eon, the two men arrive at the medical facility. At this hour the place resembles more a home than a hospital. The porch lights apparently have been left on for Ran. . . something that he can recall his parents having done for him after returning late from a few study groups.

He frowned and pushed away the sad memory... his sister was awake. Barely remembering to mumble thanks to Ken... he got out and headed for the door.

Turning the knob, he is somewhat surprised to find it unlocked. . . but then again, Muraki-sensei was expecting him. Ran opened to door. "Sensei?"

Somewhere off to the left, Ran can hear what sounds like an old fashioned elevator. . . the first indication that there was one in this building. Not that he had ever used anything other than the stairs here.

Then the voice that he never expected to hear again in his life rings out against the night clear as the twinkling of a silver bell, Aya-chan, his imouto. "Ran'iichan!!!!"

"Fujimiya-san, your sister insisted that we come down to meet with you."

He stared in shock. Somehow... he still hadn't quite wanted to believe it was true. He'd had so many false hopes... but there she was... eyes open... smile on her face. He finally found his feet and stepped toward her...

Balancing a porcelain doll in her lap, the small dark haired girl starts wheeling herself a little more quickly towards her brother. . . . with Muraki following along, making sure that she doesn't over exert herself.

Ran fell to his knees as she got close... then flung his arms around her carefully. "You're awake... you're really awake..." Ken stared at the whole scene from the doorway.

After Ran has finally released his hold on his little sister, Aya has a chance to finally get a better look at her brother. "Ran, you got old." She says with a giggle.

He smiled, the first real smile he'd shown in years. "Sorry."

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A low whine escapes through Watari's lips at Schuldig's masterful manipulations with his mouth. . . bringing him so close to climax, leaving the blonde hanging on the edge needing just a simple little push. . . and expertly bringing him down making the need that much greater. . .

Schu stopped entirely to sit back on his knees... his hands lightly stroking the blonde's inner thighs. "What do you want me to do Watari? I want to hear you say it..."

"Ah. . . . Schu. . . . "

"I have to know you want it."

"Please?"

"I'd be happy to..."

He reached over the edge of the bed for a small tube of lubricant he had stolen from the infirmary. He popped it open and coated a couple fingers all the while watching Watari...

Taking notice of the lubricant a golden eyebrow arches.

"I like to be prepared..."

"The tube looks rather familiar. . . "

"It should... I found it in your infirmary."

Automatically the blonde tenses when Schuldig starts probing his entrance with one digit. "That would be a good reason it looks familiar. . . "

"Hai..." Eases a finger in... slowly moves it around...

Letting himself slide back onto the mattress, Watari lays back. . . trusting in Schuldig. Feeling the blond relax... he slides another finger in... watching for true pain... Slowly stretching the blonde, Schuldig lightly picks up on the periodic table of elements?! "Are you okay?"

"reciting the periodic table helps relax me. . . would you prefer the calculation of pi to the tenth decimal?"

"No... just... are you sure?" Inserts a third finger... moving them in and out...

"Ahh. . hei. . . . I'm sure."

"Okay..." He pauses to slick himself then pulls the blonde's legs around his waist and lines himself up. He starts to push in with gentle force.

Gasping, he can feel the large, slick, hot member pushing against his entrance and slowly start to slide in. . . . substantially thicker than the three fingers that were previously stretching him.

Schu pauses once the thickest part is inside. "Okay?"

Trembling he nods as his body starts accustoming itself to being filled. The redhead takes his time... filling the blond inch by inch... and inch by inch the blonde takes it. . . tighter than anyone Schuldig could have imagined. Schu groans and finally is fully inside. One hand goes up to brush the blond locks. "Are you comfortable?"

Panting, he nods. . . not fully trusting his voice at the moment.

Slowly... very slowly... Schu withdraws... then enters again with equal care.

His breathing getting heavier, Watari brushes some hair out of his eyes as Schuldig penetrates him. . . feeling somewhat akin to being split wide open. . . though that isn't very far from the truth. The redhead repeats his action... only this time changing the angle slightly and managing to brush something deep inside...

"Ah. . . " the blonde's hips flex at the motion. . . making Schu realize exactly how flexible the blonde truly is. Hazel eyes flutter shut. . .

Now that he knows where it is... Schu withdraws and enters again a little more rapidly.

Without realizing it, long legs become wrapped around the German as he continues thrusting into the beautiful body writhing so exquisitely beneath him.

He nipped at that lovely pale neck. So beautiful... so tight... felt so good...

The instant that Schuldig leaned down to nip at his neck, pinning the blonde further against the bed. . . Watari's body rioted against him. Logically he knew that Schuldig wouldn't do anything consciously to harm him. . . Tensing, his back arches as the red head continues to thrust into the tighter body cavity.

Believing that the blond was tightening in response to pleasure... Schu continued to plunge into that wonderful clench. "oooh... so good..." He whispered in the shinigami's ear... before nipping it gently.

Gasping Watari's head falls back as the penetration of his body painfully continues, knowing that something must have torn by now. Schuldig groaned... his pace quickening as he thrust repeatedly into the body beneath him.

Tears start to form in the corners of Watari's eyes as the thrusts come quicker. "Ah. . . . ah. . . . Schu. . . . "

Noting the tears... the redhead kisses them away. "You're so lovely..."

Even after the first few tears were kissed away, several more take their place and threatening to start a steady stream down the shinigami's cheeks. Now he knows something must he torn. . . it hurts too much for any other explanation. . . as well as feel the blood slowly flowing from him. Crossing his arms over his face Watari can feel the new tears spill from his eyes.

Thinking that the blond was overwhelmed by the emotions and feeling... Schu continued, murmuring all the while about how wonderful he felt.

Gasping, the shinigami is somewhat amazed as his own body finally climaxes in spite of the pain. . .

Feeling the blond clench around him... and the hot wash between them... Schu lets go of his own control and releases inside the blond.

Watari feels his body relax bonelessly against the mattress. . . and then the warm liquid in his ass from Schuldig's climax slowly dribbling out in a mixture that he is positive must be tinged with red.

The redhead leans back... scrambling enough energy to not just collapse on his lover. He pulls out... and notices to his horror the blood mixed with semen on his shaft. "What the?!"

Wincing, the blonde maneuvers himself into a sitting position, favoring the soreness in his posterior, and nestles himself against Schu's shoulder. . . .

"Watari... are you okay... I hurt you didn't I? Why didn't you stop me?"

"I. . . I. . . didn't know how. . . "

"You just say stop... that's all it takes... shit..." Schu was practically tearing his hair out. "Are you going to be okay... do we need to take you to the infirmary?"

"one good thing about being shinigami. . . . we heal quickly."

"Still..." Schuldig hugged Watari fiercely... not knowing what to do.

"You didn't mean to. . . "

"That doesn't matter... I didn't want to hurt you... I thought you were enjoying it..."

"I think that cleaning up would be a good option." Watari comments while snuggling a little closer, trying to cover his pain, trying to forget the hurt.

"Yeah..." Schu is visibly disturbed.

Looking at Schu with hazel eyes still bright with recently shed tears, the blonde gives a slight smile, though it's obvious that he is still in a bit of pain. Schu buries his face in the pillow.

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Ran looks around the room. . . somewhat surprised and relieved that Muraki-sensei is so lenient. The man seems nearly a godsend with his expertise and kindness with everything that has occurred. Having offered Ran and Ken rooms in his own home so they wouldn't have to make the long journey back to the flower shop.

Ken seemed to be existing in some sort of haze... he'd witnessed the unthinkable after all. Aya-chan was awake, laughing, joking with her brother. And Ran smiled. The world was surely coming to an end.

Heading down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. . . a habit that he hasn't been able to quit since childhood, Ken doesn't think that Muraki-sensei would have a problem. . . considering that he seems to be such a respectable person. Before he turns the corner, he can hear the good doctor on the phone. . .

"Yes, I've verified. . . they are the last two living relatives of my grandfather's beloved patient. . . . . if he finds out he won't be able to do anything unless he wants to risk their safety, and he wouldn't want to do that. These two would be more important than the rest."

Ken frowned. 'last two relatives?' Ran and Aya-chan? But... why would the doctor be concerned with them?

"I will see shortly my old friend. . . and yes, I shall be bringing them with me. . . they will ensure proper behavior from grandfather's patient, since they are simply human."

Getting a very bad feeling about the whole situation... Ken retraced his steps. He had to tell Ran... if nothing came of it, fine... but it sounded like his life... and Aya-chan's... were in jeopardy.

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The next day, Ran gets to watch as his little sister goes through one of her first physical therapy sessions. . . nearly screaming in agony as she tries to get muscles that haven't worked in over two years to function, with Muraki-sensei constantly ensuring that the girl doesn't harm herself in the process.

Ken had tried to feed him some rubbish about Muraki-sensei having some kind of hidden motive. What a lot of nonsense. The sensei was concerned with his patient.

Sometime around noon, another little girl comes out. . . all during a relatively informal and calm lunch, Aya-chan the little girl, whom Ran learns is Kimiko-chan, play with a set of antique porcelain dolls. Around them, Ran and Ken can see a few other patients in various stages of recuperation lounging about in the sunshine.

"Ran... have you thought about what I said this morning?"

Watching as his little sister laughs with Kimiko-chan. . . how could a doctor that makes people so happy have a hidden agenda? "You are paranoid."

"Yeah... so... it keeps us alive..."

Turning, Aya glares at Ken.

"Ran... think about it..."

Suddenly from behind them, Muraki's voice is audible. "Aya-chan, it's time for you to drink your medicine."

The man's voice was enough to make Ken shiver. No one with that kind of voice was ever up to any good. His eyes entreated Ran to listen to him.

Walking past Ken and Ran, Muraki kneels down closer to the two girls as he holds out a tray with two crystal glasses filled with a liquid that Ken would guess is not grape juice. The small blonde girl makes a face commenting that the medicine is bitter, to which she gets the response that it still makes her better and should drink it.

Ken decided to risk it. "What kind of medicine IS that?"

"Aya-chan's contains a chemically re-combined form of amphetamine, as well as a particular form of trisucrose and a neuroenzyme that her body doesn't produce enough of. . . . among others."

He was surprised the 'doctor' answered him... but at the same time he had no clue what all that meant. He filed it away in his mind though... something to have Omi look into...

Taking the cup, and downing the medication, Ran's little sister makes a face. "Kimiko is right. . . this stuff is bitter."

Ran smiled. "But if it makes you better..."

"Kimiko-chan. . . " Muraki looks at the little girl. "Aya-chan has been a good girl. Why not be like her an take your medicine too?" With a small sigh, she takes hers as well. "That's a good girl."

Ken sighed... this was just too good to actually be real.