Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Cry ❯ There's a heaven above you baby ( Chapter 11 )

NO A LA GUERRA.

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Don't Cry

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: NC-17.

Disclaimers : Weiss is not mine! It belongs to Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me (even if I want to own SchuSchu... and KenKen... and Yo-tan... and Brad-chan... and RanRan... well I want to own 'em all! ). The song 'Don't Cry' belongs to Guns N' Roses, and I don't own it either nor own Guns N' Roses.

Warnings : Shounen-ai/Yaoi, OCC, angst, torture, lemon in this chappie, kawaii Crawford. If you don't like that, then you can go to read my other fics or search for others you prefer.

Notes : Anything written in Italic are thoughts. Things /written this way/ are mental talk.

This fic can be read in my page, mediaminer.org and ff.net.

Arigatou for the reviews minna-san! Love you all!! Ne, today's thanks will go to Nekocin (Arigato!! *glomps* I have to say I'm sorry I forgot to thank you last time, so today there's double hug. I'm happy you like the O/N! About what's coming... You guess right. There has to be some action, and next chappie will have some. Sankyuu!), Pandora81 (oii!! Pandora-san arigatou for the two reviews! *double glomping for you too* Well, I "somewhat" fulfilled your wish.), Toudou Higiri (Arigato!! *glomps* I'm glad ya like the pairings! Did you receive my e-mail?), Silent Cherub (Arigatoo!!^^ *glomps* hehe the reason I asked the readers was to know what ya wanted, and also because I couldn't decide *feels asshamed of herself*. If i chose BradSchu the plot would go in a way, and if it was YouKen it would be completely different. So I chose in the most intelligent and democratic way, I put a cookie and a little piece of chocolate on the floor and the thing my dog chose, it was the pairing I wrote [I scare myself sometimes *sweatdrop*]. Ne, about that sleepy Yotan momment... I just couldn't resist to draw it! *sighs* the problem was that Yotan looks more angry than sleepy. Anyway, I'll upload it when I color it. and it's a good thing you're now an O/N!! Aren't they just too kawaii?? *goes all drooling* Tell me when you write the fic, I wanna read it!), Voidsenshi (arigato for reviewing! *glomps* it seems I'm safe from Hiei's katana for now! *points to the "for now"* now Omi's being all hidoi with RanRan... xD *tries to hide herself in case something bad happened to Nagi-chan*)

And as usual, thanks to all the people who reads and doesn't say a thing. Love y'all too!!

Chapter 11: There's a heaven above you baby.

[ GOMEN NE MEDIAMINER.ORG READERS!! THIS IS THE FF.NET VERSION!! IT DOESN'T HAVE THE ENTIRE HENTAI SCENE I PROMISED, BUT IN TWO OR THREE DAYS THE FINISHED CHAPPIE WILL BE UP IN MEDIAMINER. I STILL HAVE TO FIX A FEW THINGS THERE. ]

Until then everything was normal. The blood covered Prodigy from Schwarz? "What's happening here!?" he demanded. "And what's Schwarz doing in the chibi's bed?!"

He gently pushed Ken away so he could enter the room and approached the others.

"I can answer that" A deep nasal voice said coolly from the door.

"Then answer" the older member of Weiss was confused "No, wait, what are THEY doing in Omi's room!" he rubbed his temples trying to put aside the headache he was getting and clear his mind. "Why are two members of Schwarz in our house and why one of them is in Omi's bed all covered in blood and what the fucking hell is the other doing to our minds?"

"Kudou" Aya ordered. That word alone and the tone the redhead used told Youji to shut up. "Schwarz's Prodigy has been here for some time already, and those two" he pointed at Ken and Omi "have been hiding him in here"

Youji's eyes turned to Ken then for the first time "You didn't..."

Aya cut him again. "Urusai." Then he turned to the German, who was sitting next to Nagi, inspecting the wounds "Omae, say why are you here or I'll you kill you right now."

"Nagi's wounds need to be fixed before."

"You two. First aid kit and a blanket. Now." he ordered as he took his beloved katana from door.

Ken and Youji left the room quickly, both not wanting to be there and wanting to know what hapened at the same time.

Aya glared at Schuldig. "How did you enter in our house?"

"Easy there" the German glared back at him. "I'm an assasin, your door has no secrets for me. Where's the letter I gave you?" he asked Omi.

"Eto..." he rose to his feet and started to look around, trying to remember where he put it.

While Omi continued searching and Aya lost his patience even more (was that possible?), Schuldig took advantage of that momment to 'talk' to the now barely conscious Nagi. /Hey,/ he said softly into his mind while caressing the boy's face. /Why did you let him do this to you?/

I... eeto... I was weak, my arm... and then he-

/Your arm?/ "What the fuck!!?" he snapped when he saw the wound the brunette carried in there. "When did you.."

"I can't find it!!" Omi snarled, starting to lose his nerves.

"Daijoubu" Schuldig said slowly. "I'll tell him anyway" /Where are those two? Nagi needs to be patched up!/

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"Schuldig, you're going to be SO dead when you come back..." Crawford murmured angrily as he paced around the house. He was worried, not only for Schuldig, but also for Nagi. What was happening?

He continued talking to himself out loud. That is, until a very angry Farfello got out of the room he was in (he had been very lucid lately so the doors were open and there was just the straight shirt, just to prevent something happening in the middle of the night). "You talking so late at night in here makes God LAUGH!! I want him to cry!"

"Shut up and go back to bed."

"Dun want to."

"Then sit on the couch and shut up" now Farfie just added to his headache. Not only he had to cope with his preocupation, but now he had to be in there with the Irish psycho.

He sighed in exasperation and dropped himself onto the couch next to the younger man and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to take the pain away.

Of course, the minutes passed and passed and the headache only got worse. Especially when he felt a slight pressure against his arm.

He was going to snap at the restrained man, but when he looked at him saw that Farfello had fallen asleep and was nuzzling his arm in his sleep, a content (and rather demented) smile on his bruised lips as he murmured something like "Brad makes God scream like a girl".

The tall American sweatdroped and rose to his feet, leaving Farfello to fall facefirst against the couch's soft mattress.

The telephone rang. What now? he answered the phone and when he hang up, there was another thing to worry.

It was going to take them a few more days, but Schreient were in their way to find Nagi, and they would no matter how Schuldig tried to protect the boy.

That is, if Nagi was still alive, because he didn't know if he had survived to Abyssinian's katana.

With those thoughts he sat down on the couch again, as far of Farfello as possible, and just waited.

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There were no words between them.

Ken opened the closet of the corridor were they had all the medicines and started to select the ones he thought Nagi would need.

Youji was chosing a blanket in another closet, or at least pretended to, since he was busy staring at Ken's back.

He hadn't even looked at him. He was just acting like he was alone in the corridor. And to tell you the truth, Youji was doing exactly the same.

He had been thinking about leaving Ken alone, about being away from him.

But he couldn't resist it.
He strode towards the younger assassin and placed his hands on the brunette's waist, squeezing gently.

Ken gasped and stiffened when he felt Youji's warm body against his. "Youji."

"... Honto na, Ken..." He took his hands away to wrap his arms around Ken's waist and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I... Don't leave me.. I don't want to be alone.. Onegai? I'll be good."

"I don't understand you Youji! You.. you only want me because you don't want to be alone?!"

"Ie! You're wrong! I love you." he turned Ken so he was facing him and put him against the wall. "I. She. She's dead. She is... and I won't listen to her anymore, I promise."

Ken closed his eyes and sighed sadly "Youji, do you think I can trust you?".

Youji didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed the brunette's shoulders and put him away from the wall and hugged him. Always so gentle... He feels so warm... But I can't trust him. N-not anymore.. But do I really.. do I really want this to end this way? I...

Ken didn't exactly hug back, but he did however reach up with his hand to caress his lover's face.

"Give me just one chance. Only one."

"Youji.. I don't know." He pulled out of the embrace and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to put on an indiferent face, and failing. "Omi and Aya are waiting. We should rest and talk tomorrow ne? I'm tired right now."

Youji didn't say anything. He just brushed his lips agaisnt Ken's in what could have been a kiss if it had lasted longer, and quickly turned to go to the bathroom before he went to Omi's room with the blanket for Nagi while Ken took all the medicines. Had he fucked everything up AGAIN? But he... NO! He couldn't give up in Ken! He was going to, iie, he HAD to forget about Asuka. She was dead. It was just his mind. He was insane. And since he was insane, he was doing all those stupid things. Yeah, that was it. That HAD to be.

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Schuldig had started explaining the situation to Aya a couple minutes ago, but he wasn't convincing the Weiss member. "... and that's why he's here. I'm not gonna let Takatori-sama" he practically spat the 'sama' "or anyone do that to the kid again, so I decided that he was going to be out of Schwarz."

"And what does that have to do with us?. Why HERE?" Aya's glare never left the other redhead's eyes. Schuldig didn't avert his gave, but he didn't give into the provocation of the other man's either. He continued talking calmly, the tenderness of his hand stroking Nagi's hair contrasting with the hardness of his blue-green eyes.

"He had this friend he loves so much, actually the only one he has out of us" he smirked at Aya's expression, but most of all because of his thoughts. He was thinking about Omi. He actually couldn't believe that his beloved Omi had something going on with Prodigy. With a Schwarz. With... with.. "With someone that's not you, yeah. But if your loud thoughts let me continue, I will. As I was trying to say, I think he'll be safe here with Omi. Who better than Weiss to protect him from Schreient?"

"I don't fucking care. He's going out of here."

"Iie."

Aya turned his head to look at Omi, his eyes widening in surprise at the defiant tone of the younger assasin's voice, and the bold glare that lingered in his blue eyes. "Nani w..."

"He's staying." he said lowly. There was no trace of genkiness in him.

"He's not."

Omi let out a bitter laugh. "But who do you think you are? You have no right to decide that, Aya-kun. You can't decide for us. I've decided already. He's not going to give us problems, and it's definitively not going to affect to your money or your beloved sister, after all, that's all you care about in this life, aren't they?"

Aya was speechless. In all the time he had been in Weiss, no, in his whole life, nobody had dared to talk to him like that, and the truth is that he didn't expect Omi to be the first one [1]. And even if what the little blonde had said was partially true No, I care for more than that... don't you see it Omi? Don't you see why I do all of this..

"Obviously he doesn't" Schuldig commented. He seemed back to his old self again.

In that momment Ken decided to enter the room, not knowing what had just happened and wondered why did the others have those faces.

He handed the medicines to Omi, who put them on a side of the bed and carefully and with Schuldig's helf unwrapped the blanket that had been put around the younger boy a few minutes ago.

Ken and Aya just stood there, Aya as cold and silent as usual and Ken... well he had his mind in another place, concretely in the corridor, where he could hear Youji's approaching steps.

He sat in a chair and tried to look interested in what Omi and Schuldig were doing when Youji finally entered the room with a blanket tucked under his left arm.

He was shivering slightly, but that was understandable (he was only in his boxers and it was cold in the house, specially in the corridor where there was no heaters, but Omi's room wasn't very warm either). He noticed Ken was a little cold too, by the way the brunette kept on rubbing his arms. After all, he only had on his (absolutely kawaii) YouSchuSchu boxers [2] and a white t-shirt.

He left the blanket on the edge of the bed and walked towards the door. Then he turned his head to look at Aya. "I'm going back to bed. You're gonna tell me everything tomorrow" And with that he finally left the room and went to his own bedroom where an empty bed and cold sheets were waiting for him.

Ken had finally gotten bored of looking at Omi so he directed his gaze to Aya, who was looking as emotionless as usual, but had his eyes glued to the medicines and Omi. He though that Aya was thinking about all the medicines that were going to waste. "Don't worry Aya" he said trying to sound reasuring. "Schwarz's paying 100 thousand yen per week, and they'll also pay for anything the brat would need, medicines included."

Okay, so that was a little too much already. Did everyone think he only cared for the fucking money or what? /Of course they do/. Schuldig mocked into his mind. /And they think worse than that. Do you want me to show you?/.

Shut UP!

Schuldig looked up at him from where he was bandaging Nagi's arm and grinned. The grin didn't reach his eyes though.

When Omi was halfway cleaning the bruises at Nagi's neck, Ken silently stood up and left the room giving a quiet and tired 'Oyasumi'. But they didn't hear any door opening, nor closing.

Omi finished fixing Nagi's wounds almost thirty minutes after he started to do it. It was then when he looked at Aya, who hadn't moved in the entire time and told him to get out of there. He ordered him to.

Aya didn't react at the first momment, then seemed to hesitate and finally left the room, giving Omi a last glance before he closed the door leaving the other three inside. He didn't even care for the bruise on his cheek, that was still bleeding.

"Schuldig-san...?"

"Hn?" Suddenly, Schuldig didn't look like he had when Aya had been there. He had again that tired expression he had the day he brought Nagi there. There was also some kind of.. of...

"Of nothing chibi. I have to go or Brad will fry my balls with rice for breakfast, so take care of him. Just give me a call if he needs anything. He has my number in his notebook."

"H-hai..." he covered Nagi with the blanket Youji gave him earlier and placed the comfortable pillow under his head. "Schuldig-san.."

"Iie, nothing wrong's going to happen. You only have to focus in making him happy and being happy yourself, I'll take care of everything else."

"How are you..."

Schuldig put on his usual smirk and made a nonchalant wave with his hand. "Sore wa himitsu desu."

"Oh.." Omi's lips curved into a cute pout, his anger towards Aya forgotten for a momment. Then he yawned.

"C'mon, go to bed you too."

"I'm not sleepy!" he protested.

"Whatever.." he murmured and left the room.

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Ken was sitting on the stairs. He didn't want to go to his bedroom yet. He was just... he didn't know, but one thing he was sure of, was that he wasn't going to do it yet.

He knew that in the momment he put his feet on the room, he would start to think about Youji again (it's not like he wasn't thinking about him there too), but he would feel worse into his bedroom, alone.

Then he heard the footsteps directing to the bathroom, the sound of water.

So that bastard was washing his hands in HIS bathroom. Using HIS towel. He was going to burn that towell later, that for sure.

The footsteps got nearer and nearer until the German came to the stairs.

Ken grinned What would happen if I kick him and he falls down the stairs?

"Just make sure you kill me if you do that." The German, who obviously had heard the brunette's thoughs, said softly as he sat next to him.

Ken pressed himself against the wall to avoid touching the telepath, who looked at him with tired blue-green eyes.

"W-why don't you go already Schwarz?!"

"Wanna talk to you"

"But I don't want to" the ex-soccer player said defiantly.

"I don't care."

"Just go already, will you? We're taking care of the kid, so you can leave us alone"

"Ken..." Schuldig whispered leaning a little towards the brunette.

This only made Ken try to melt with the wall, scared of what the taller man would do to him.

"Ken.." he repeated and reached out with his right hand until the tips of his fingers made contact with Ken's skin. That made Ken put his face away roughly so he hit the wall with the back of his head. He cursed loudly.

Schuldig reached with his hands again, cupping his cheek with a hand and rubbing slowly at the now pained zone in his head soothingly.

Ken tried to put his hands away. But Schuldig didn't move them.

Schuldig was staring at the hand caressing the brunette's cheek and avoiding looking into his eyes. He didn't want to see whatever was into them. What he knew was there.

Ken was paralyzed. Scared. What the fucking heck was that psycho trying to do to him? He was holding his breath, not daring to move a hair for fear of what the German could do to him.

He was startled though when he saw the look into the redhead's half closed eyes. It was the same one he had in that odd dream or whatever it had been, but it held much more pain. Pain, resignation, fear. His eyes looked somehow liquid.

But fear... that didn't suit the redhead.

Fear of what, of him? No, that couldn't be. After all, why would he be scared of Ken? In a fight, Schuldig was stronger and wouldn't have problems to defeat him. But why... /I'm not scared of you../

"S-Schwarz." he murmured.

That seemed to get the redhead out of his thoughts since he looked up at Ken's eyes, never stopping caressing his face but taking the other hand away. Ken cringed at the touch. "Do I disgust you that much?" No, I don't want to know... But I.. I already do.. Please... Don't say it Ken...

"Are you feeling better?" he asked gently.

"Let go of me Schwarz" he said coldly, his eyes glaring into the telepath's.

Ken didn't say anything more, but it was written in his eyes. In his whole expression. In that mix of fear, hate, disgust, nausea, revulsion and any other negative feeling the brunette could be feeling, he was feeling it right then.

Schuldig sighed heavily and took his hand away, but not before he moved it up to caress Ken's hair briefly.

The brunette's eyes widened at the flash of hurt he saw in those blue-green eyes "Oyasumi nasai Ken." he whispered and went downstairs, soon leaving the house, more broken and hurt than any of the times Takatori had beaten and raped him.

He needed... he needed Ken, needed the brunette to comfort him. His heart hurt so much...

Meanwhile, inside the Weiss' house, Ken remained sitting in the stairs, and a lot of minutes passed before he got up and went to his bedroom, where he couldn't sleep, the revulsion, nausea and confusion caused by the feeling of the German's touch still present in his skin.

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Schuldig opened the door as silently as he could and closed it as quietly. But he almost had a heart attack when Brad almost launched himself at him.

"NAGI! Where.. How's Nagi!" he demanded. "And you... what happened there!"

"Brad! You scared me!"

"No, YOU did. Nagi."

"He's okay now. His friend.."

"Bombay from Weiss."

"A-"

"What did Abyssinian do to him?"

Schuldig got closer to him and put his hands on his chest, grabbing his pajama shirt and tugging at it slightly. "He was going to kill him, but Bombay stopped him."

"How do you know he's not goig to try again?"

"I don't know, but he's not going to do it anytime soon. He's hurting."

"You're hurting too."

"...."

Brad took his face with both hands and tilted it upwards so he could look into his lover's eyes, in that momment, all his anger towards Schuldig dissapeared. "Something else happened there, so don't lie to me."

Yeah... they're warm... his hands are so warm... not as warm as Ken's... well, it's not like if I've touched his hands or... but they can't be, can they? I'm cold... It hurts... He could still feel Ken's skin under his fingers, the silky hair, the warm skin, the marks of his earlier tears... his smell... He had been so close. But then Ken had looked at him with those eyes... "Brad..." his voice sounded too unsure. "Can we... Can't we... not now please..." /Brad... it hurts./

"We'll talk tomorrow then." The American leaned down to kiss his lips gently, and found Schuldig's hands tightened on his shirt as the redhead pressed his lips against his firmly, his eyes shut.

Schuldig would have fallen to the floor if Brad hadn't put an arm around his waist to support him and with his free hand continued holding his face.

The German broke the kiss and opened his eyes. He was stupid.

No matter how much he wanted it, when he opened his eyes the one he was kissing wasn't Ken. It was still Brad.

Brad.

Those lips nibling on his ear were Brad's, the hand grabbing the waistband of his jeans were Brad's. The strong body against his...

The person slowly leading him to his room was Brad.

But with his closed eyes he saw Ken. The beautiful brunette was the one touching him, the one helping him lay on the bed.

And then nothing.

Schuldig opened his eyes slowly, not knowing why Brad had stopped kissing him.

"Do you really want to? You have to be sore from the last time h-"

Schuldig nodded. /It hurts... just make it dissapear./

"What?"

"The.. the... am I so nasty? Am I really that disgusting? Do I disgust you too know?"

"What are you talking about? What happened? What did- Why are you like this?" he asked when he saw the redhead hug himself in an attempt to stop trembling.

He had more questions, but the German didn't let him ask. He crushed his lips against Brad's, literally devouring the older man's mouth so hard it drew blood. It's the least I can do... I know this is what you want.. His arms wound tightly around the American's neck as he caressed the other man's tongue with his.

Brad broke the kiss. He was sure something was very wrong with Schuldig in that momment. But he rather forgot about it when the German licked his lips clean of the blood.

He put away and rested his face against Schuldig's neck for awhile. Then he started to give small wet kissed to his skin, licking his chin and sucking gently at his throat, carefully trying not to leave any mark. The German couldn't stand them.

Schuldig groaned softly when Brad started to strip him, leaving a kiss in every inch of skin he revealed.

He continued like that until he finally put the shirt away from his lover, his muscled chest exposed for his viewing pleasure.

While Brad trailed kisses down his stomach, Schuldig tried desesperately to undress the American. At least leave him shirtless.

But when Brad started sucking and caressing lightly one of his nipples, it wasn't Brad anymore. It was Ken.

"Kiss me" he managed to say as he put his head towards himself, kissing him roughly. "I want... kiss me".

Brad let the German kiss him, and soon felt a hand crawling down his chest, and down towards his pajama pants' waistband. And that hand started to expertly touch his slowly awakening member.

.:: Gomen! Since ff.net wants us to Unleash our Imaginations and of course Free our fucking minds, the following scene (there's only the important for the plot part) has been removed of here. But don't worry, you can read the hentai momment in mediaminer.org or in my page if you want to ::.

No. It wasn't Ken. Open your eyes! He screamed mentally at himself, or at least he tried.

He had lost control of his hand. He just couldn't stop as he pumped his cock frantically. He was far too gone into his fantasy, into his pain, into his pleasure.

He couldn't see what was real, and what was only into his mind.

Beautiful, just beautiful. Ken was just beautiful, there wasn't any other way to describe him. His closed eyes, flushed cheeks, his hair dampened because of the sweat, that little mouth that let out such sounds of pleasure as he drove himself almost brutally into the redhead...

It was too much. "Ken!" he cried out as he grabbed Brad's face and kissed him desperately, moistening the older man's face with his tears, his whole body tensing and finally finding some release as he came.

He buried his face in the American's shoulder, still gone into his own world. "Ken..."

Brad's eyes widened and he would have stopped, but his body didn't obei his mind and he continued thrusting deep inside the German until he came too a few seconds later than him.

He fell on top of his lover, pressing him down against the mattress and remained like that until his breathing calmed.

Schuldig was still holding him tight against his body, his eyes still closed as if scared of him dissapearing if he let go.

Brad finally got out of the German's embrace and out of the bed. He left the room and came a minute later with a towel he used to clean the semen off both of them.

When he finished, Schuldig opened his eyes and blinked sleepily at the taller man, who was sitting by his side, staring at him with tired eyes.

"Ken?"

tsu zu ku...

[1] I'm just tired of Aya always being the "scary leader of Weiss". Wait a momment. 1, Aya's not Weiss' leader, it's Omi. 2, He has no right of making the others do what he wants, after all, he was the last one to enter Weiss. 3, I'm just tired of Koyasu's obsession in making Aya look like he's more than what he really is. But don't the fans realize what all that means? *snaps in anger*. At the end, we all know that RanRan's a sweetie...

[2] *grins* this is because of the drawing I commented before, since this baka self didn't know what to draw on KenKen's boxers (I was doubting between ducks and Puchus [those yellow things of Excel Saga]), so I finally decided to draw Chibi-Yotan and Chibi-Schus all over 'em. *sweatdrops*

Wee hehehe... *laughs to avoid crying*. Gomen ne minna-sama! It's been more than a month and a half since I last updated this fic.

I could have done this in two different chapters, but at the end I decided I was going to do as promised, a long chapter (compared with the others) and the lemon scene. It absolutely sucks, I know. But hey! It's my first (well, sorta the second) lemon. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. What do you think? It wasn't easy to decide which pairing was going to have the lemon, since the story could have two different turns, so I chose the harder to write (well, my dog did *sweatdrops*).

This chapter... I'm not happy with it *sighs*. I'll try to make it better next chappie, and I promise I'll update next week. A short chapter again, but that way the thing goes faster.

About the end of the chapter... I think it was the correct momment to stop it. *laughs maniacally*

But since this note has gotten so long, it's time to me for ask you for a comment! Ya know, anything you wanna say, ask for any pairing/moment, complain, or suggest, feel free to. After all, you never know when your wishes could be fullfilled (oi! is that the word? Whatever.)

Nos vemos!!^^