Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Give It A Chance ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: LilyMoonsAlias 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.15.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.15.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Aya leaned wearily against his car after closing the door. It had been a long night and there had been plenty of time for him to mull over his disturbing thoughts. At least his solo mission had gone well. The data seemed to be accurate this time and they shouldn’t have any trouble when it was time to strike. He would call Omi later. All Aya wanted right now was a bite to eat, a hot drink and maybe a shower or bath. It had been chilly on the roof he had sat on all night.
Aya opened his door to the smell of food and….music? He stood gaping in the entrance at the sight of Schuldig putting plates on his small table and jiggling along with the music.
"Good Morning, Kitten!"
"How the hell did you get in here?" Aya growled.
"Really, kitten, we have to work on those manners of yours. Try saying it with me, ‘Good Morning, Schuldig,’ or ‘Good Morning, sweetheart,’ if you prefer." Schuldig laughed at Aya’s stunned and furious face. "How did I get in? Assassin, remember?"
Aya scrubbed his face with gloved hands.
"Fine. Then why are you here?" He asked tiredly.
"I knew you were working last night. I thought you might appreciate a hot breakfast," Schuldig said.
Aya wanted to either whimper or rage, he couldn’t decide. Why, oh why, had Schuldig decided to make him his pet project?
"You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?"
"Well," Schuldig drawled and pulled out a chair in invitation. "It would be much easier and nicer if you just agree."
Aya hovered at the edge of indecision. Would he be betraying Weiss if he shared a meal with the telepath? Would it make him obligated to the other man if he did? Would it be a mistake to let an enemy, okay former adversary, into his home for a bit of companionship. Schuldig stood watching him with expectant eyes but tactfully refrained from commenting on Aya’s inner debate. Finally, Aya stripped off his gloves and coat and hung them up to come and sit in the proffered chair. Schuldig beamed a satisfied grin at him and slid a plate closer to him and a cup of steaming tea.
"Pancakes?" Aya asked, quirking an elegant eyebrow. "You know how to cook pancakes?"
Schuldig shrugged. "Carry out. I’ve been told my cooking skill wouldn’t impress a hog at the trough."
Aya bit back a chuckle and sampled the breakfast. For all his inexperience with Western foods, he liked the sweet cakes. They ate in companionable silence until the meal was gone. Over a second cup of tea Aya sleepily observed Schuldig. The telepath was once again dressed in comfortable, casual clothes that belied his usual flash. Lovely, pure blue eyes watched Aya with equal interest. Silky orange hair was restrained in a low tail and several locks were left loose to frame his face. Yes, very attractive, Aya’s tired mind admitted, almost pretty in his handsomeness when he wasn’t smirking. Charming, too, when he wanted to be. He had a lovely sculpted mouth with a lush bottom lip that looked soft. Aya blushed again. It was becoming an annoying habit. He used to be much better at concealing his thoughts from others. Why was everything different now?
"I can answer that," Schuldig said. "if you promise not to bite my head off for listening in on your thoughts."
"Fine," Aya said. How much worse could it be? The telepath already knew he thought of him as attractive. Might as well lay down his cards now.
Schuldig surprised him by reaching across the table to clasp his hand and lightly stroke the inside of his wrist. The light touch sent pleasurable shivers coursing up his arm and through his body. Aya almost snatched his hand back.
"You’re lonely, kitten. It’s simply a basic human need to want to be around someone who wants to be with you."
"It’s never mattered before," Aya murmured.
"Yes, it did. You were just so focused on your revenge you didn’t have time to think about it."
"I’m not alone always," Aya denied. "I have my team."
"As do I, and we both know its not the same has having someone special to share experiences and daily life with. You four needed a break from each other before you imploded, or you wouldn’t have taken the step of finding your own apartment. As bare as it is, it’s still yours. You could stamp it with your personality if you wanted to."
Aya snorted. "Decorate it to reflect my personality. I might as well paint the walls red and shroud the windows and furniture in black."
Schuldig took Aya’s other wrist and start stroking it, too. "Very Goth, I’m sure, but that’s not your personality, Aya. That reflects your circumstances. That’s not who you are underneath."
Aya pulled his hands free. "There is nothing else underneath. I am what I am and that’s all."
"Do you really believe that? Do you think that killing is all you are capable of doing?"
Aya turned his eyes away. He didn’t want to be having this conversation and he especially didn’t want to being having it with Schuldig, of all people, but who else was there to talk with him? No one, if he was honest with himself. Everyone who knew him from the carefree past thought he was dead. Every other person he knew now was involved in the ’business’ one way or another. Aya rubbed eyes that had unwillingly started to sting with memory. He about came out of his skin when arms wrapped around him from the man kneeling beside his chair. He had never even heard or felt Schuldig move.
"I can show you that there is more left inside you besides coldness, Aya, but you have to let me," Schuldig said against his hair.
Some part of Aya wanted very much to turn his face into the other man’s throat and burrow against his body. The other part was shrieking ’Let me go’ as loud as possible. After a few minutes Aya twitched his shoulders minutely. Schuldig took the unspoken hint and released him to retake his own seat.
Aya cleared his throat and asked, "What happened to you after the tower fell?"
Schuldig regarded him thoughtfully before answering. "I thought we were dead. If not for Nagi we would have been. Somehow, Mighty Mite got us all to shore. I still don’t know how he did it. It was a tremendous outpouring of power." Schuldig closed his eyes. "Looks like it’s true that fear is the great motivator. Anyway, when we came to, we were on the other side of the bay from where you landed."
"Did the kid save us as well?" Aya interrupted. "I remember sinking then being swept up by an unnatural force propelling me to shore."
"He must have," Schuldig continued. "He wouldn’t have had time for any finesse and just did a large scale snatch and grab, or he might also have done it on purpose. I told you that we were never truly enemies and Nagi keeps his thoughts close to the vest. Even I don’t know what goes on in that kid’s head most of the time. He’s very good at keeping me out."
"Were you hurt?"
"I got some broken ribs and gashes and nasty contusions. Farfarello was already in a bad way from his fight with Siberian and nearly drowned. He’s still in a hospital, not for the physical injuries. His mind seemed to be fractured more than it was," Schuldig said sadly.
Memories of the albino madman flashed through Aya’s mind. Schuldig seemed genuinely upset over the fate of his teammate. Aya couldn’t imagine being friends with the madman who licked knives.
"Farf wasn’t so bad. There were days when he was almost normal," Schuldig said.
"And Crawford?"
Here Schuldig hesitated. Crawford absolutely hated to even think about his injuries himself. If he found out that Schuldig was discussing them with the Abyssinian he might very well shoot Schuldig when he walked in the door. Schuldig decided to take the risk. Aya was talking. Aya was asking questions and interacting and relaxing and wasn’t aware of it. Schuldig chose to keep going.
"Crawford took a hit to the head from some falling debris. He was unconscious for days. When he finally woke up he could only see indistinct blurs from one eye and everything is a little fuzzy from the other. The doctors say that he will eventually improve, but may never fully regain his sight."
Aya frowned. "Wouldn’t surgery help?"
Schuldig shook his head. "That will never happen. None of us with a gift ever willingly undergo surgery or anesthesia for any reason other than the most dire circumstances."
"But to be unable to see…"
"He gets around just fine with his gift to warn him of obstacles and he wears the huge wrap around sunglasses to cut down on the glare and mute the distractions. Sometimes his gift works too well, though. It tries to overwhelm him with nonstop visions and he has to fight to stay anchored in the present."
Aya never thought he would feel sympathy for the Oracle of Schwarz and yet he did.
"How does he cope with it?"
"Sometimes not very well," Schuldig answered wryly. "His temper is on an extremely short fuse these days."
"Is that what happened to your face?" Aya asked.
Schuldig looked up in surprise. He didn’t think the faint marks were all that noticeable. Aya had to have been looking at him closely to notice.
"We had a ….disagreement over me seeing you," Schuldig admitted.
"Then why bother? Why cause tension within your team and get punished for it?" Aya asked, genuinely puzzled.
Schuldig chuckled softly. "Oh, Aya, you really don’t have any idea of your appeal, do you?"
There was no way Aya was going to answer that question. He covered his embarrassment by gathering the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink. Schuldig followed him and when he turned around the other man was watching him intensely. Schuldig gently backed him up against the counter and placed a hand on each side of the redhead. He looked down from his greater height into Aya’s startled and wary eyes.
"I have to be going now, kitten, although I have once again enjoyed your company immensely. You need some sleep and I have…things to do."
Aya could feel the warmth of Schuldig’s body even though they weren’t touching in any way. He could smell that dark, enticing cologne and the warm skin underneath it. The air suddenly felt thicker and a fine tremor started in his hands. Schuldig leaned closer until he could whisper directly into Aya’s ear, his hair brushing silkily over Aya’s cheek.
"You know, kitten, this technically our second date," Schuldig murmured and breathed a puff of warm air into Aya’s ear.
Aya shuddered at the feel. "Not, not a date," he stammered.
"No?" Schuldig took one hand and smoothed it up the length of Aya’s arm to where his shoulder met his neck. "We had tea in the afternoon and we shared a breakfast today. Sounds like two dates to me. I’m not counting the night I brought you home although I should. You know what happens at the end of the second date, Aya?" Schuldig asked suggestively.
Aya eyes grew very wide and dark and he had to swallow the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He didn’t know personally because when he was of an age to be dating he was out as part of an assassin’s group instead. But he had heard Yohji talking with Ken more than once about his dates and he had some idea what Schuldig was implying. The fine tremors progressed to a more noticeable shaking. Aya’s breath came faster and his knees felt weak.
"So," Schuldig chuckled. "You know this means I get a goodbye kiss this time."
A kiss? A KISS? Aya wanted to close his eyes and hide. He could feel the hot blush start at his neck and creep up his throat until his whole face felt on fire. He wanted the kiss and was afraid that he wanted it. He was afraid of letting Schuldig do it. He was afraid of the irrevocable consequences of such an action, and he was afraid Schuldig knew that it would be his first.
"Relax, Aya, and look at me," Schuldig coaxed. "I’m not going to hurt you."
Something close to a whimper escaped Aya’s throat as Schuldig wrapped his other arm around his back pulling their bodies together. The other hand cupped Aya’s jaw and he gasped at the intimate contact. Moving slowly, Schuldig first pressed a chaste kiss to Aya’s temple then his cheek then the corner of his mouth. Aya’s lips opened on a light moan from the heat of the other’s mouth. Schuldig took the invitation and brushed their lips together, darting his tongue out to swipe delicately at Aya’s lower lip. Aya groaned aloud and fisted his hand in orange hair to increase the pressure of the kiss. Schuldig obliged and teasingly explored the warm, willing mouth under his. The kiss lasted for several minutes. When Schuldig pulled back Aya’s eyes were glazed in a flushed face and he was panting lightly. From where their bodies were pressed together he could tell just how much the man had enjoyed their kiss.
Schuldig placed another peck of a kiss on the tip of Aya’s nose.
"Thank you, Aya, for a pleasant morning, but I really do need to go and you need to rest."
"Um?" Aya mumbled. "Okay."
"You have to let go of my hair, Aya."
Aya blinked his eyes a couple of times and focused on his hands. He dropped the fistfuls of orange hair like it burned him and stepped back, unable to look Schuldig in the eyes. What had he done?!
"You did nothing that wasn’t mutually desired, Aya, and you did nothing wrong." Schuldig repeated his caress of the earlier afternoon of trailing his fingertips over Aya’s cheek. The simple gesture still left a tingling feeling but now it was pleasantly warm as well. "I really do need to go."
Aya nodded and led the way to the door. It startled and amazed him how unhappy he was to see the other man leave. Schuldig left after giving Aya another softly pleased smile. Aya closed the door behind him then put his back to it and slid bonelessly to the floor. He traced his slightly swollen lips. Gods, what had he done? It shouldn’t have felt that good, but it had, and now he would never forget it.
For once, Aya left the dishes in the sink and went up to his bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and climbed straight into bed without his hot shower because now he wasn’t cold at all. He fell asleep and dreamed of blue eyes and soft touches.
Aya opened his door to the smell of food and….music? He stood gaping in the entrance at the sight of Schuldig putting plates on his small table and jiggling along with the music.
"Good Morning, Kitten!"
"How the hell did you get in here?" Aya growled.
"Really, kitten, we have to work on those manners of yours. Try saying it with me, ‘Good Morning, Schuldig,’ or ‘Good Morning, sweetheart,’ if you prefer." Schuldig laughed at Aya’s stunned and furious face. "How did I get in? Assassin, remember?"
Aya scrubbed his face with gloved hands.
"Fine. Then why are you here?" He asked tiredly.
"I knew you were working last night. I thought you might appreciate a hot breakfast," Schuldig said.
Aya wanted to either whimper or rage, he couldn’t decide. Why, oh why, had Schuldig decided to make him his pet project?
"You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?"
"Well," Schuldig drawled and pulled out a chair in invitation. "It would be much easier and nicer if you just agree."
Aya hovered at the edge of indecision. Would he be betraying Weiss if he shared a meal with the telepath? Would it make him obligated to the other man if he did? Would it be a mistake to let an enemy, okay former adversary, into his home for a bit of companionship. Schuldig stood watching him with expectant eyes but tactfully refrained from commenting on Aya’s inner debate. Finally, Aya stripped off his gloves and coat and hung them up to come and sit in the proffered chair. Schuldig beamed a satisfied grin at him and slid a plate closer to him and a cup of steaming tea.
"Pancakes?" Aya asked, quirking an elegant eyebrow. "You know how to cook pancakes?"
Schuldig shrugged. "Carry out. I’ve been told my cooking skill wouldn’t impress a hog at the trough."
Aya bit back a chuckle and sampled the breakfast. For all his inexperience with Western foods, he liked the sweet cakes. They ate in companionable silence until the meal was gone. Over a second cup of tea Aya sleepily observed Schuldig. The telepath was once again dressed in comfortable, casual clothes that belied his usual flash. Lovely, pure blue eyes watched Aya with equal interest. Silky orange hair was restrained in a low tail and several locks were left loose to frame his face. Yes, very attractive, Aya’s tired mind admitted, almost pretty in his handsomeness when he wasn’t smirking. Charming, too, when he wanted to be. He had a lovely sculpted mouth with a lush bottom lip that looked soft. Aya blushed again. It was becoming an annoying habit. He used to be much better at concealing his thoughts from others. Why was everything different now?
"I can answer that," Schuldig said. "if you promise not to bite my head off for listening in on your thoughts."
"Fine," Aya said. How much worse could it be? The telepath already knew he thought of him as attractive. Might as well lay down his cards now.
Schuldig surprised him by reaching across the table to clasp his hand and lightly stroke the inside of his wrist. The light touch sent pleasurable shivers coursing up his arm and through his body. Aya almost snatched his hand back.
"You’re lonely, kitten. It’s simply a basic human need to want to be around someone who wants to be with you."
"It’s never mattered before," Aya murmured.
"Yes, it did. You were just so focused on your revenge you didn’t have time to think about it."
"I’m not alone always," Aya denied. "I have my team."
"As do I, and we both know its not the same has having someone special to share experiences and daily life with. You four needed a break from each other before you imploded, or you wouldn’t have taken the step of finding your own apartment. As bare as it is, it’s still yours. You could stamp it with your personality if you wanted to."
Aya snorted. "Decorate it to reflect my personality. I might as well paint the walls red and shroud the windows and furniture in black."
Schuldig took Aya’s other wrist and start stroking it, too. "Very Goth, I’m sure, but that’s not your personality, Aya. That reflects your circumstances. That’s not who you are underneath."
Aya pulled his hands free. "There is nothing else underneath. I am what I am and that’s all."
"Do you really believe that? Do you think that killing is all you are capable of doing?"
Aya turned his eyes away. He didn’t want to be having this conversation and he especially didn’t want to being having it with Schuldig, of all people, but who else was there to talk with him? No one, if he was honest with himself. Everyone who knew him from the carefree past thought he was dead. Every other person he knew now was involved in the ’business’ one way or another. Aya rubbed eyes that had unwillingly started to sting with memory. He about came out of his skin when arms wrapped around him from the man kneeling beside his chair. He had never even heard or felt Schuldig move.
"I can show you that there is more left inside you besides coldness, Aya, but you have to let me," Schuldig said against his hair.
Some part of Aya wanted very much to turn his face into the other man’s throat and burrow against his body. The other part was shrieking ’Let me go’ as loud as possible. After a few minutes Aya twitched his shoulders minutely. Schuldig took the unspoken hint and released him to retake his own seat.
Aya cleared his throat and asked, "What happened to you after the tower fell?"
Schuldig regarded him thoughtfully before answering. "I thought we were dead. If not for Nagi we would have been. Somehow, Mighty Mite got us all to shore. I still don’t know how he did it. It was a tremendous outpouring of power." Schuldig closed his eyes. "Looks like it’s true that fear is the great motivator. Anyway, when we came to, we were on the other side of the bay from where you landed."
"Did the kid save us as well?" Aya interrupted. "I remember sinking then being swept up by an unnatural force propelling me to shore."
"He must have," Schuldig continued. "He wouldn’t have had time for any finesse and just did a large scale snatch and grab, or he might also have done it on purpose. I told you that we were never truly enemies and Nagi keeps his thoughts close to the vest. Even I don’t know what goes on in that kid’s head most of the time. He’s very good at keeping me out."
"Were you hurt?"
"I got some broken ribs and gashes and nasty contusions. Farfarello was already in a bad way from his fight with Siberian and nearly drowned. He’s still in a hospital, not for the physical injuries. His mind seemed to be fractured more than it was," Schuldig said sadly.
Memories of the albino madman flashed through Aya’s mind. Schuldig seemed genuinely upset over the fate of his teammate. Aya couldn’t imagine being friends with the madman who licked knives.
"Farf wasn’t so bad. There were days when he was almost normal," Schuldig said.
"And Crawford?"
Here Schuldig hesitated. Crawford absolutely hated to even think about his injuries himself. If he found out that Schuldig was discussing them with the Abyssinian he might very well shoot Schuldig when he walked in the door. Schuldig decided to take the risk. Aya was talking. Aya was asking questions and interacting and relaxing and wasn’t aware of it. Schuldig chose to keep going.
"Crawford took a hit to the head from some falling debris. He was unconscious for days. When he finally woke up he could only see indistinct blurs from one eye and everything is a little fuzzy from the other. The doctors say that he will eventually improve, but may never fully regain his sight."
Aya frowned. "Wouldn’t surgery help?"
Schuldig shook his head. "That will never happen. None of us with a gift ever willingly undergo surgery or anesthesia for any reason other than the most dire circumstances."
"But to be unable to see…"
"He gets around just fine with his gift to warn him of obstacles and he wears the huge wrap around sunglasses to cut down on the glare and mute the distractions. Sometimes his gift works too well, though. It tries to overwhelm him with nonstop visions and he has to fight to stay anchored in the present."
Aya never thought he would feel sympathy for the Oracle of Schwarz and yet he did.
"How does he cope with it?"
"Sometimes not very well," Schuldig answered wryly. "His temper is on an extremely short fuse these days."
"Is that what happened to your face?" Aya asked.
Schuldig looked up in surprise. He didn’t think the faint marks were all that noticeable. Aya had to have been looking at him closely to notice.
"We had a ….disagreement over me seeing you," Schuldig admitted.
"Then why bother? Why cause tension within your team and get punished for it?" Aya asked, genuinely puzzled.
Schuldig chuckled softly. "Oh, Aya, you really don’t have any idea of your appeal, do you?"
There was no way Aya was going to answer that question. He covered his embarrassment by gathering the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink. Schuldig followed him and when he turned around the other man was watching him intensely. Schuldig gently backed him up against the counter and placed a hand on each side of the redhead. He looked down from his greater height into Aya’s startled and wary eyes.
"I have to be going now, kitten, although I have once again enjoyed your company immensely. You need some sleep and I have…things to do."
Aya could feel the warmth of Schuldig’s body even though they weren’t touching in any way. He could smell that dark, enticing cologne and the warm skin underneath it. The air suddenly felt thicker and a fine tremor started in his hands. Schuldig leaned closer until he could whisper directly into Aya’s ear, his hair brushing silkily over Aya’s cheek.
"You know, kitten, this technically our second date," Schuldig murmured and breathed a puff of warm air into Aya’s ear.
Aya shuddered at the feel. "Not, not a date," he stammered.
"No?" Schuldig took one hand and smoothed it up the length of Aya’s arm to where his shoulder met his neck. "We had tea in the afternoon and we shared a breakfast today. Sounds like two dates to me. I’m not counting the night I brought you home although I should. You know what happens at the end of the second date, Aya?" Schuldig asked suggestively.
Aya eyes grew very wide and dark and he had to swallow the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. He didn’t know personally because when he was of an age to be dating he was out as part of an assassin’s group instead. But he had heard Yohji talking with Ken more than once about his dates and he had some idea what Schuldig was implying. The fine tremors progressed to a more noticeable shaking. Aya’s breath came faster and his knees felt weak.
"So," Schuldig chuckled. "You know this means I get a goodbye kiss this time."
A kiss? A KISS? Aya wanted to close his eyes and hide. He could feel the hot blush start at his neck and creep up his throat until his whole face felt on fire. He wanted the kiss and was afraid that he wanted it. He was afraid of letting Schuldig do it. He was afraid of the irrevocable consequences of such an action, and he was afraid Schuldig knew that it would be his first.
"Relax, Aya, and look at me," Schuldig coaxed. "I’m not going to hurt you."
Something close to a whimper escaped Aya’s throat as Schuldig wrapped his other arm around his back pulling their bodies together. The other hand cupped Aya’s jaw and he gasped at the intimate contact. Moving slowly, Schuldig first pressed a chaste kiss to Aya’s temple then his cheek then the corner of his mouth. Aya’s lips opened on a light moan from the heat of the other’s mouth. Schuldig took the invitation and brushed their lips together, darting his tongue out to swipe delicately at Aya’s lower lip. Aya groaned aloud and fisted his hand in orange hair to increase the pressure of the kiss. Schuldig obliged and teasingly explored the warm, willing mouth under his. The kiss lasted for several minutes. When Schuldig pulled back Aya’s eyes were glazed in a flushed face and he was panting lightly. From where their bodies were pressed together he could tell just how much the man had enjoyed their kiss.
Schuldig placed another peck of a kiss on the tip of Aya’s nose.
"Thank you, Aya, for a pleasant morning, but I really do need to go and you need to rest."
"Um?" Aya mumbled. "Okay."
"You have to let go of my hair, Aya."
Aya blinked his eyes a couple of times and focused on his hands. He dropped the fistfuls of orange hair like it burned him and stepped back, unable to look Schuldig in the eyes. What had he done?!
"You did nothing that wasn’t mutually desired, Aya, and you did nothing wrong." Schuldig repeated his caress of the earlier afternoon of trailing his fingertips over Aya’s cheek. The simple gesture still left a tingling feeling but now it was pleasantly warm as well. "I really do need to go."
Aya nodded and led the way to the door. It startled and amazed him how unhappy he was to see the other man leave. Schuldig left after giving Aya another softly pleased smile. Aya closed the door behind him then put his back to it and slid bonelessly to the floor. He traced his slightly swollen lips. Gods, what had he done? It shouldn’t have felt that good, but it had, and now he would never forget it.
For once, Aya left the dishes in the sink and went up to his bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and climbed straight into bed without his hot shower because now he wasn’t cold at all. He fell asleep and dreamed of blue eyes and soft touches.