Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Home ❯ 11 ( Chapter 11 )

11

threatened by shadows at night and exposed to the light, shine on, you crazy diamond

Brad gathered me into his arms and I pressed my face against his wet t-shirt and sobbed. Words would not come, but I babbled anyway, incoherent sounds of anguish like the moans of a dying animal.

And he held me, standing there next to our unconscious Nagi, the boy who was as good as our own son. Together we had cared for him when Brad first brought him to Germany. Brad had taught him to speak proper English, and I had taught him less than proper German. Brad had arranged his training and his team assignment, while I had held him when he was injured, in training and later on missions with the team. With Takatori, we had intervened in his punishments, with me getting beaten twice over so he would not be harmed. And sometimes we had failed, but mostly I felt like we had been good parents to this child, and he had been unconscious now for over a week and I was so afraid we'd lose him.

Brad murmured soft words to me, comforting words, vague promises that things would turn out all right. But I could feel his fear, hear the unspoken words of uncertainty that haunted him in his unguarded moments, like now.

"Schu, get out of my head."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I can't help it, Brad. I'm out of control, and I don't know how to fix it."

::I know how to start.:: He kissed me, deep and strong and uncompromising, his arms powerful about me, his presence forcing all else from my thoughts.

I melted into the essence that was Brad Crawford, unable to do anything else. Strong hands guided me away from Nagi and toward another futon covered with pillows and blankets. He only let go of me to remove his t-shirt and unfasten my pants. I started to reach for his but he pinned my arms and shook his head. I allowed him to ease me back down onto our bed, the smell of his body making my head spin.

Brad gently slid my pants down and off, and my undershorts with them. He kissed me again, claiming my mouth with his own, then trailed kisses down my neck, making me shiver. His fingers tickled up and down my thighs, then traced across my belly, teasing. I shut my eyes, surprised to feel myself blushing furiously. I was totally under his control, and loving it.

Part of my mind - the dark, suspicious part conditioned against the idea of kindness - screamed that he was using me, trying to control me; he hadn't shown any interest since the beach and couldn't possibly be doing this out of the goodness of his heart. I didn't care; his shields engulfed my mind like a fortress, and my body demanded attention whether Brad's desire were real or merely skillful acting. Real was a relative thing to me, anyway; always had been.

His hands slid up my thighs as he kissed his way downward until one hand gripped my shaft with firm intent and his lips closed gently around the tip. My hands clutched at his shoulders as my hips bucked upward.

I had never expected this from him, would never have asked for it. Crawford was my leader, my master, he could have demanded the same from me at any time yet never had, and now he gave it freely to me. Freely? Again the paranoid howl from my psyche, and I told it to shut the hell up.

He stroked and sucked, clearly knowing exactly how to do this, and I was helpless against the ecstasy of it. I thrust into his mouth and he accepted it, stroking a little faster, his hand so strong around me and his tongue hot and soft.

I groaned, and he echoed the sound, the vibration upon my flesh exquisite. My fingers twined in his hair and urged him to continue, begged him to finish what he'd started. My mind swirled in the pleasure, brushed against his mind, felt the erotic joy there and joined with it. I could feel Brad stroking himself even as he pleasured me, and I felt the startled recognition in his thoughts when he realized what was happening. Then, the gentle swell and flow of his shields as he allowed the contact to continue, to deepen, as he welcomed my passion with his own.

I came, crying out and shuddering with the force of it. Brad moaned, fighting the pull of the pleasure, trying to hold back. As my waves of ecstasy started to recede, he gave one more suckling kiss then moved to position himself between my thighs. I raised my legs, inviting him, but he held back, instead gazing at my face and playing with my hair. Then he was kissing me again, and I tasted myself in his mouth. He embraced me tightly as his mind whispered, ::I will never let you go.::

A faint scraping sound caused both of us to look toward the outer door. Farfarello stood there, just returning from his walk. He gazed at us with no surprise and shut the door.

Brad pulled a blanket over us; I could feel his erection wilting at the interruption. He was frowning a little, but his eyes...his eyes were laughing.

::I knew that would happen.::