Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Double Trouble ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7- Double Trouble

Crawford was having his morning coffee when he heard the doorbell. Glancing at his clock he smirked. A quarter past ten. So typical of Schuldig, always late. He had promised to be there at nine. Crawford continued sipping his coffee and began to read today's paper. That was a part of his usual morning routine that he had missed out on yesterday.

Schuldig made his presence known to the American by humming and whistling. Annoyed, Crawford looked up. The German grabbed a mug that hung on the accordion by the coffee maker, poured himself half a mug and sat down opposite the American with a big smile still plastered on his face.

"Feeling sunny today huh?"

The German chuckled and snatched the newspaper from Crawford. The older man scowled at him.

"Someone's grumpy today day huh?" he smirked.

"Unlike a certain someone who has nothing else to do except bonking and humping his lover every night, this someone has a lot of things on his mind," Crawford answered without looking at his friend and continued to sip his coffee.

"Uh… That someone is pouting because he didn't get laid."

Crawford scowled. "This someone is not as desperate as that someone!"

"But then again, this someone is happy and that someone is jealous!"

Crawford was ready for a comeback when…

"Would both of you stop bickering, you are scaring someone there." Both men looked up at where Farfello was pointing.

There… almost hiding behind the door, with few red strands visible was Ran, constantly peeking at them. Seeming uncertain as if not sure whether or not it was safe for him to come out.

"Good Morning!" Schuldig rose from his seat and halted when he saw the young man cringe.

"You're scaring him!" Crawford.

"Am not!" Schuldig tried to gave his brightest smile that only made the redhead hide further.

"See, your smile scares him," Crawford pointed out and smirked when Schuldig made a protesting sound.

Crawford watched as the uncertain young man took a peek at them again, "Morning!" No response but he heard a gasp.

The American signaled at Schuldig to sit down and turned his eyes to Ran, "Join us for breakfast. He is not going to bite you, although he do look scary."

Unexpectedly, Schuldig turned and threw the newspaper that he was reading at Crawford. "I am not scary!"

Ran stepped out from where he was standing. He was clutching the little kitten, staring uncertainly at both men. Crawford was scolding the German because he had spilled his coffee to avoid the newspaper and Schuldig was making faces at him that annoyed Crawford further.

The American stopped scolding Schuldig when he heard a sniffle. Schuldig turned guiltily at the boy. "Sorry if I scared you, Ran." Their eyes met for a brief moment before the younger redhead dropped his.

"Ahh.. I see the kitten is all right!" He tried to break the silence between them.

"You are not sneezing?" The older man asked.

"Nope! Since I know that you have poor little kitty in the house, I came prepared." The younger man grinned at him and waved his ZYRTEC prescription. "By the way… What's the kitten's name?" He turned his face to Ran.

Ran tilted his head up and glanced hesitantly at Crawford. The older man nodded at him as if giving a signal that it was okay to talk. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it again and gazed down at the table.

"The kitten's name is Persia," Crawford informed.

"Persia…" the German repeated. "Sweet! Did you name it?" He could see the redhead shaking his head nervously and his violet eyes were fixed on Crawford.

Schuldig smiled. "It was Crawford who named it, wasn't it? I should have known." He turned his head facing Crawford. "So creative of you…" Crawford grunted-he knew it.

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Ran ate his breakfast quickly, eyes constantly glancing between the hall and the kitchen door. Both Crawford and that German guy had left him alone and gone down the hallway to resume their reading. When he was certain that neither man was watching him, he moved quietly towards the kitchen counter and snatched the kitten food that Farfello had left. Persia was mewling in his firm clutch. He headed for the kitchen door and twisted the knob slowly, careful not to make any sound as he slipped out.

He was about to climb the gate when someone grabbed hold of his hand and took Persia away from him. The redhead turned abruptly, lifting his hand ready to fight. Crawford caught both of his hands easily, holding them above his head and pinned him to the concrete wall. The boy tried unsuccessfully to free his hands from Crawford's grip but slumped against the wall, defeated.

"Where are you going?" Crawford asked softly. The boy did not answer, merely sniffled, his eyes avoiding the older man's stare.

"If you'd like to go somewhere, tell me. I'll take you there. Don't run," the older man added, bringing the boy's hands down but still not letting go of his firm hold of the younger man's wrists.

The redhead turned his face away and began to mumble. Crawford couldn't make out what his murmuring was about, but he noticed that the boy's eyes were wild, constantly glancing between left and right as if he was being chased by something. When his muttering was getting louder, the older man let go of the young man's wrists and tried to put his arm around Ran's shoulder when his hand was abruptly slapped away. He snarled at Crawford before he was lost in his mumbles again. After a few minutes, Crawford realized that the boy was mumbling the word `Daddy'.

"Daddy?" Crawford stared at him curiously.

Ran cringed at the mentioned word, his face had gone ghostly white and he began to shake. "Hide," he told Crawford, stabbing his fingers at the older man's chest, clutching and tugging the shirt as he did so. Crawford could hear the boy's teeth chattering and his chest began to heave.

"Ran? What is it? Why do you need to hide?" Schuldig who had been silent from the beginning began to move closer.

The redhead closed his eyes. "Please…."

The boy's trembles were getting violent. The older man rushed to embrace the redhead tightly, letting the boy resting his head on his shoulder, mouth still burbling. Crawford could feel the vibrations from the other's body as he stroked the young man's hair soothingly and hushed him, trying to ease the fear away.

Ran didn't move, instead he let himself collapse. Crawford immediately captured the falling body and carried him to the house where he placed the young redhead on the sofa, cradling him like a mother nursing a baby. Then he whispered, "Stay with me. I promise nothing will hurt you."

The boy gave a dull nod and rested his head on Crawford's chest.

It felt so warm and safe. The redhead had longed to feel this kind of safety when he was with another man and began to relax as Crawford's fingers caressing his back lulled him to sleep.

Then they heard the doorbell. Both men exchanged looks. Crawford didn't expect anyone at this hour and he sure didn't want any uninvited guests or salesmen at this moment.

The American slowly repositioned himself away from the redhead; the young man stirred but did not wake. He signaled to Schuldig to carry the boy to his room. Schuldig nodded and lifted the sleeping redhead towards the stairs.

The older man headed for the main door; Farfello was nowhere to be seen, probably watering the plants in the Greenhouse. As he opened the big oak wooden door, he was surprised to see the person who was standing, face and clothes tarnished with mud, smiling shyly at him.

"Ken?!?"

"I…" The soccer boy blushed. "… had a little accident…" His voice trailed off and he was about to tumble when Crawford caught him, bringing him in and letting the boy sit down on the sofa.

"What happened?" The American asked, concerned.

Ken grimaced. "I wanted to avoid a hole, lost control and wham… Dear mud, here I come."

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

Flustered, the brunet sighed. "The only thing that's hurt is my bike, I only scraped my knees." Crawford quickly folded the boy's trousers to inspect the injury. Ken winced and grabbed Crawford's hand, holding it tightly.

Apart from a few scraps and bruises and a cut near his hip there was nothing serious.

"How did you get here?" Schuldig asked suddenly.

"I… flagged a cab, the nearest place that I could think of was…" his face flushed, "Br… Crawford-san's house."

Crawford rose and came back immediately with a medical kit, a towel, clean shirt and trousers and handed them to Ken.

"Let me help you clean up, then I'll take a look at the wound."

Ken nodded and rose towards the bathroom. He hissed in pain and almost fell flat on his face again when Crawford caught him. "You okay?" The older man asked, worried.

Schuldig gave a meaningful cough and smiled at the older man who was glaring at him. The American rolled his eyes, knowing what was going on in the German's mind. He supported Ken into the bathroom with the young man clinging tightly to his waist. Seeing that the boy could hardly walk, he carried him.

The carrot head grinned and reached for his cell phone to call his lover.

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Schuldig grinned, knowing who was at the door when he heard the sound of repeated ringing of the doorbell and impatient knocks. When he finally opened the door…

"Where is he?? How is he?? Is he hurt? Don't tell me… He broke his arm?" Before Schuldig could open his mouth to answer… "His leg? Bad! His arm and his leg? Worse!"

"Would you relax and calm down?" Schuldig was finally able to get a word in.

"Me? Relax? Calm down? Of course… I am calm… very relaxed… HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM?"

"He's all right, Yohji! Crawford is nursing him with the tender love and care."

"You sure he is okay?"

The German nodded and led his lover to the sofa. "How's your day?" He asked, stroking the blond's hair playfully.

"Never been better." The detective smiled bitterly.

"How's your `interview with the neighbors' going?"

Yohji shook his head. "Nothing that can help us, most of them were sleeping during the whole thing. Anyway, I was informed that the friend's name that gone for holiday with the boy's sister is Sakura, Tomoe Sakura."

"Tomoe?? That name seems familiar," the German said as he clucked his tongue, rolling his eyes trying to remember.

"The daughter of Tomoe Akida*, the powerful and respected State Assembly man. I was about to follow Asuka to ask where the girls are when I received your call," Yohji said.

"Oh!!"

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"Just wear the towel, I need to look at your hips." The older man said to the blushing brunet who was now lying on the bed. Ken couldn't help but feel deeply embarrassed when Crawford had stripped him of his muddy shirt and pants and helped him to clean up.

To make his chagrin worst, his usual clumsiness had made him slip and he had ended up sprawled naked underneath the man when he unintentionally had pulled at the older man for support.

The American ordered Ken to turn on his back. The young soccer player obliged and Crawford lifted the towel and swabbed the cut with antiseptics before bandaging it.

"There, all done!" The older man said.

"Thank you," the boy replied, turning to face the handsome man and frowned.

"What is it?"

"Huh?" Ken looked at him confused.

"Why are you frowning?"

"Ah… nothing! I was just thinking how I am supposed to go to school and practice now that my bike is ruined." He sighed.

The older man smiled at the boy, "Don't worry about it, I get you a new one. You just rest…" He leaned forward and gave the soccer boy a kiss on his forehead.

Ken didn't know what he was thinking when he pulled the older man's head down to kiss him on the mouth.

The older man let the boy underneath him initiate the kiss, pulling him closer with his hands resting on the American's neck. Crawford moved slightly for a more comfortable position when he heard a hiss. He tried to break free from the kiss but Ken was persistent of not letting his head move, holding on to him.

Without breaking the kiss, Crawford ran his fingers along the younger man's hips, tracing the contour of the hipbones and was rewarded with a pleasured gasp. He smiled into the kiss and pressed his lips harder against Ken's, sidling his tongue against the younger man's, pressing against it, teasing it.

Ken squeezed the older man's shoulder harder, constantly bucking his hips. His hands were fumbling, trying to tug away the towel tied around his waist.

During that heat of moment, the older man ran his fingers deftly on the inside of the young man's thigh, touching his cool bare flesh and the boy made throaty urgent sounds.

Crawford broke away from the kiss and traced the soft shell of the brunet's ear with his skillful tongue, hands still roaming over the boy's inner thigh. The young man's hands were now scrambling to unzip the older man's fly.

Crawford lowered himself and his tongue headed to the small pink nubs, teasing them with his tongue and made the boy squirm.

"Braaaaaad………." Ken whispered "Pleaaaase…."

Crawford heard a rustling sound behind him and abruptly turned his head from the nipple, facing the door. He gasped in surprise.

Ran was standing at the door with his vacant eyes staring at both of them.

He didn't know how long the boy had been standing there and how much he had seen. But judging from the look of the young man's ghostly pale face with eyes wide in revulsion, he knew that the boy had seen enough.

Crawford rose from his position and quickly pulled the bedspread and covered Ken's naked body. The young soccer player was too stunned to move.

The American started towards the redhead. "Ran!"

He cursed himself repeatedly for forgetting to close the door.

The redhead stepped backwards, breathing harshly, eyes gazing at Crawford accusingly. "Liar!" he whispered. The older man watched in horror as the boy kept retreating.

One more step and he would tumble down the stairs.

~TBC~

* I just made up the name. I really have no idea what is Sakura father's name...

Last but not least... I might bring down this fic from ffnet as per my friends advise. So, maybe this chapter will be the last I posted at ffnet and I will only post at mediaminer. Will it be okay? Or do I continue posting at ffnet but leave out the lemon version?