Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Troubled Times ❯ Opportunity Knocks ( Chapter 16 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz, if I did, then the designs in Gluhen would never have happened . . . I also don't own Yami no Matsuei. This fic is only done for fun and to relieve my boredom . . . Don't bother suing me, most that you would get is dryer lint.

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 sixteen.

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Picking up his cup of coffee, Nanjiro hopes that Watari hasn't been able to do anything interesting to the pot. . . though it seems unlikely since the scientist's time has been nicely filled (in more ways than one) by Schuldig. On the computer monitor are the coordinates to GenSouKai. . . a slight discrepancy in his gate makes the shinigami take a closer look. Yawning he figures that it must only mean that there is a shikigami out. Most likely one of Tsuzuki's. . . maybe that would make Hisoka calm down a little? Not like this isn't the first time that Tsu-chan has taken off for a while, and he does have a habit of summoning his shikis at the weirdest times.

In the distance, he can see a pink haired girl. Only one person that he can think of that would have that hair color here. . . Sighing, he shakes his head, he could have used the company right about now. But the fact that Seinara was killed by an Esset will complicate things for him, since the girl has an intense hatred towards that group.

The girl was getting closer, her irritation and anger plain for anyone to 'feel'. She wasn't a happy soul by a long shot.

No way around it. . . true while it wasn't this group of Estets that killed her, he knows, that she holds a grudge against anyone still affiliated with those old geezers. Her source of current irritation, Watari's boyfriend. . . Schuldig. The fact that she can sometimes pick up the image of the redhead from the mind of the blonde serves to annoy her. . . Trying not to laugh, Nanjiro recalls her nearly violent reaction to when Schuldig and Watari went at it in the lab. . .

The pink haired girl comes in and throws herself into a nearby chair. "That THING has been with Watari again, hasn't it?"

Shrugging, Nan-kun sits at his computer, "last night to be precise. . . "

"Oh Gods... how can he stand it... that... thing... touching him..." She shuddered with disgust. "I hope they thoroughly decontaminated the medical wing after those freaks went home..."

"Sei-chan, don't knock it. . . at least now that Watari's being entertained by Schuschu he doesn't have time to work on more interesting things in his lab, and more importantly he isn't putting said interesting things into our coffee without warning us first," to accentuate his point, Nanjiro holds his cup in the air before taking a drink of the hot liquid.

She scowled at him. "I suppose you still chat with that other freak... what was his name... Naji or something like that... Saya mentioned he was in owlchat..."

"I see him every once in a while in owlchat," the blue haired boy comments. "But if Watari saw the need, he would have take the program out of Nagi's computer already."

"Watari is blind... that thing's got him twisted around his finger..."

Opening the drawer, Nanjiro finds a box of pocky. "Sometimes I think that it might be the other way around." With that said, the red box goes sailing through the air, having been chucked at the pink haired girl. "Lay off them. . .they make a cute couple, and let Watari have his fun. . . Schuschu isn't going to live forever."

Having missed blocking the box, the girl huffily rose to her feet. "Thank the gods for small favors. By the way... I came over with a message, it'll be around soon enough... the German department is sending a couple agents... seems they want to clean up a few things." That said... she exited the room.

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Brad looks over the top of his newspaper at Schuldig's still closed door. Vehemently he wishes that the red head had not gotten involved with his current toy. Playing with creatures that have base in supernatural origins is never the smartest option. . . So naturally, he supposes, Schuldig had to decide to play with that blonde haired . . . doll. . .

Nagi walked into the room, carrying an armload of files. "These are finished." He was chaffing under the restrictions, being grounded for not getting the work done and generally was being difficult. The American doesn't bother speaking as he hands over the next set of files to the teen.

The young man sighed, but took the pile. He headed back to his room. He only seemed to come out to eat when told to and to drop off completed work.

"Nagi. Make sure that Schuldig gets up, and that Farfie gets his meds. . . I'm supposed to accompany Takatori today to a series of meetings and will be back late." Glasses flash, "no, you are not having that boy over again while I'm gone."

"Yes Brad... whatever you say Brad..." he muttered under his breath. He kicked at the redhead's door as he went by. "Time to get up!"

Trying not to wake, Schuldig's eyes open a fraction in annoyance, only to see a sea of gold as the shinigami in his arms nestles closer to him.

He smiled, almost against his will, then ran his fingers through the long hair. "Morning gorgeous."

Muttering something about being certain that the hydrochloric acid had been in the bottle with the rubber stopper, Watari wraps his arms around Schuldig and tries to continue with his slumber. The redhead chuckles... but 'hearing' Nagi grumbling and Brad leaving, nudges the blond again. "I'm sure the hydrochloric acid is right where you left it... now do you want breakfast before you go?"

Turning over, the blonde cuddles against the pillow. . . sleepily commenting that it's Sunday. The redhead laughed... Brad was gone anyways... he'd never know. He tilted the scientist's head up to kiss him gently. It takes a little bit, but soon the shinigami starts to kiss back, patiently taking his time and relishing the sensation of Schuldig's more aggressive approach.

Finally breaking the kiss, Schu looked down at the blond. "So... are you awake now?"

"that was a dirty trick," Watari says reaching up to caress the German's cheek.

"Of course it was... I'm a dirty dirty man... you knew that..."

"Not really. . . but now that I do. . .perhaps I should leave?" One hand snakes around to drape itself on Schuldig's hip

"Oh... there's no reason to run away... Braddie's gone... Nagi is sulking in his room... Farf is still sleeping... there's no rush." One foot lazily stroked against Watari's calf.

Leaning back, Watari looks up at Schuldig through heavy lidded eyes, "hmmm. . . is that all life is to you. . . screwing the most convenient person?"

The redhead shrugged. "It used to be." He remarked honestly. "Whether it was body or mind... I wanted to screw them up, down, and sideways. But not anymore..."

A humorous look passes across the shinigami's face, "how does a person get screwed sideways anyway?"

Schu smirked. "Roll over and I'll show you..."

Rolling over onto his side, Watari looks over his shoulder. "You are positive that this is safe?"

"Safe? No... fun... yes..."

"Fun for whom exactly?"

"All parties involved..." he whispered in the blonde's ear before sucking on it and nipping lightly.

Hazel eyes slowly slide shut as the blonde re-steadies himself. "schu. . . "

"yes?" His hand found it's way to the blonde's shaft, stroking it lightly.

"Aah. . . " Trying to hold onto rational thought, the blonde tilts his head back and begins kissing Schuldig.

The telepath slipped a hand under the pillow. /May I?/ He always made sure to ask.

/please. . ./

He never rushed preparation, making sure the blond was fully stretched and ready before going any farther... Panting, Watari waits for Schu to finish preparing him. As the German's fingers brush his prostrate, the blonde can't help himself as he moans in pleasure.

/Ready?/ The redhead withdraws his fingers and coats his own member.

/you're a better judge of that. . ./

/I think you're ready.../

With one finger, the shinigami draws a line down the German's cheek as he still tries to regain proper control of his breathing. . . not faring much better than a rhythmic pant. /then i'm ready. . . /

/Okay.../ Slowly... very slowly, the redhead starts to enter the scientist.

Even though they've been together for some time now, the blonde is certain that he will never be able to fully overcome the nervousness that accompanies each penetration. His breathing getting heavier as the head of Schuldig's cock slowly slides past the tight ring of muscle, Watari resists the urge to reach over and grip Schu's hands. . . knowing full well that he might harm his lover. The redhead paused, feeling his lover's anxiety. "Are you okay?"

"yeah. . . "

"Alright... tell me if we go too fast..." He withdrew a bit, then slowly entered again.

Watari puts his best 'genki' smile into place as he looks up at his lover. "hei hei. . . aaah. ..... wa. . . ka. . . tta. . . "

Wanting his lover to feel pleasure as soon as possible... Schu picked up the pace slightly, but still taking a great deal of care.

"People are actually trying to get some work done here!!!" Nagi yells through the wall as he pounds on it for good measure after Watari's next moan.

/Stuff it chibi... just cause you're all by your lonesome doesn't mean we can't have some fun./

"Ignore him..." He continued with what he was doing... trying to drive Watari wild… and succeeding in his task wonderfully.

The shinigami's hands grip the sheet tightly as he can't help but squirm as the German masterfully impales him over and over again. "Ah. . .ah. . . "

/Good?/ He doesn't stop... but carefully checks that the blond truly IS enjoying it...

"Aaah. . . don't. . . aAah. . . stop. . . "

/I won't.../ He starts to pump the scientist's shaft in time with the thrusts, nuzzling his neck.

Outside they hear the door to Nagi's room slam shut as the boy vacates the area, having come to the conclusion that he will not be able to get ANY work done with those two in the next room.

Orgasm sneaks up on them. Schu felt himself getting too close. /Watari... I'm almost there.../

The blonde doesn't even have time to react. . . climaxing, he cries out one last time, sending the pearlescent liquid spraying out. Exhausted, the blonde collapses against the German. . .

Nagi had fled to Brad's normally intolerable office. He hooked up his laptop and started to do his work in a slightly quieter environment. Irritated and frustrated he logged on to owlchat to see if there was anyone around.

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His vision came too late to warn Schuldig that Esset wanted the shinigami. . . how they knew about the German's latest pet is anyone's guess. Picking up his celphone, Brad rings the phone that is directly next to Schuldig's bed.

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"It better be DAMN important..." he growled into the phone, dragged out of his pleasant post-coital nap.

"Schuldig, get your toy out of there. . . now."

"I know you're cranky about this but..."

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Nagi got up to answer the doorbell.

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"I don't care if you're screwing the kitten or your new toy. . . The elders found out about your toy, and want him. Get him out of there now."

/Schu... there's people at the door... Esset!/ Nagi's mental voice was panicked.

Schu swore. /Watari, go... teleport out of here right now... don't ask, don't hesitate, go!/

Not understanding why Schuldig was reacting like this, the shinigami tries to do as he is told. . . and is caught in the middle of his teleport. Crying out in agony, Watari grabs the sides of his head, as his vision goes blurry and a strange voice can be heard in his mind.

/Not so fast my pretty little toy./

Nagi tried to hold them back. But they merely brushed him aside, leaving him crumpled in the entryway. Schu cradles his agonized lover, fumbling for the gun he kept in the drawer beside the bed.

Stepping over the crumpled form of Nagi, the first member of Esset's new elite enforcement team casually makes his way to Schuldig's room. /Put the gun down cutie, or I'll fry the bitch's mind,/ he 'says' outside the door.

The telepath jerks his hand away from the drawer. /Who are you?/

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Hey minna... sorry for the very short chapter... there really is no excuse for it, except that it was the perfect chapter break right there.

Responses to Reviews:

Muchacha: Uhm, I think that Nagi might have a little more to worry about in this chapter... Especially since the new Esset team just came in and brushed past him. Oops. As for why Weiss wasn't freaked out... uhm, well, it was a `present' from Tsu-chan… ^^;;;

Kara Angitia: LOL I guess that I did write that after all... though, unfortunately that little scenario isn't going to be showing up anytime soon. Nagi angst deepens the character... hmmm... *looks at next chapter*

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Tsu-chan: Kiki... you're starting to scare me by pairing me up with Muraki... he's creepy!

Muraki: The pairing seems to be perfectly fine with me... *leer, leer, leer*

Tsu-chan: Eeep!

Schu: Hey Kiki... What the *bleep* are you doing to me and Watari?! And why the *bleep* can't I *bleep*ing say *bleep*?!?!

Kiki: well... because I don't appreciate cursing. Cursing in the fic is no problem... but here with me, well, I like to use a little censor on you. ^.~

Watari: *picks up the next chapter* What is this `Schmerz'? *wat's eyes grow larger as he reads further into the chapter* She's EVIL!!!

Schu: *takes a look as well and huggles Watari protectively* You ARE NOT POSTING THAT!!!