Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Give It A Chance ❯ Part 8 ( Chapter 8 )
[ 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: 12.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.31.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 490 | Status: Work In Progress
Aya paced nervously around his apartment glancing repeatedly at his watch. He had already packed and repacked his bag three times already, hissing at himself in annoyance. What the hell was he doing? Why was he nervous in any way? Why had he agreed to go away for a few days to who knew where with a man who had tried to kill him more than once? Okay, so maybe Schuldig had never really tried to kill him, but it had felt like it at the time. Crawford had sure seemed to have deadly intent. Aya was managing to get himself worked up over the whole situation and starting to think it was just a bad idea. So what that Schuldig had probably saved his life? So what that they had been on civil terms for a little over a week? So what that they man had taken his virginity and done it with all the tenderness of the gentlest lover?
Aya paused in his pacing and winced at the twinge in his lower back. Just remembering the sex made him blush furiously then burn with desire to know that touch again. He tugged at his growing hair and worried his lower lip between his teeth. New doubts assailed him. What if was all just an elaborate ruse? If so, he had fallen for it in a stupidly gullible fashion. And if it wasn’t a ruse, what if Crawford didn’t let Schuldig go? Aya would be left sitting alone again. He moaned softly and collapsed on the couch. When did things become so complicated and why did it have to be that way? Aya didn’t have any time left to think about it.
/I’m here, kitten. Come down./ Schuldig’s voice flowed smoothly into his mind.
Aya took one last look around at the starkness of his apartment and picked up his bag. Stomping down on all his doubts, Aya carefully locked up his apartment and made his way to the ground floor. Schuldig was waiting for him in a little red sports car with the top down. Dark sunglasses perched rakishly on the end of his elegant nose and his hair was loose and wind tossed. He gave his uncertain lover a slow, sensuous smile and waved him into the car. Aya tossed his bag in the back and slid into the passenger seat.
"Ready to have a little fun?" Schuldig asked and smoothed the back of his hand over Aya’s cheek.
Aya closed his eyes and leaned into the caress like a cat. When he opened his violet eyes there was more life in them and he looked a little more sure of himself.
"Yes," He answered simply.
Schuldig flashed him a bright smile and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. He slid the little car into traffic as smooth as butter and headed away from the city. After a few minutes of watching the blurred scenery Aya twisted in his seat to face the telepath.
"So, where are we going?"
Schuldig laughed. "I’d say trust me and don’t spoil the surprise, but I don’t think you’re ready for something like that. We’re going into the mountains. Schwarz took possession of a small retreat up there when we first came to Japan."
"Sounds like Villa Weiss."
"Indeed," Schuldig chuckled. "It’s not too far from it either." At Aya’s look of consternation he laughed a little louder. "What? You think we didn’t know about your little vacation spot? Baby, there’s not much about the four of you we didn’t know."
Aya crossed his arms over his chest and faced forward again with a harrumph of disgruntlement. Grinning at Aya’s pique, Schuldig placed a hand over his and stroked the knuckles up to the elbow. Aya tried to glare at him, but the caress was just too nice and still too new for him to maintain the angry pose. Schuldig put in a CD in the car stereo and sang along with each song and in every language and in the worst off key voice Aya had ever heard since the one night Yohji had dragged him to a karaoke bar. Schuldig didn’t seem to care that he sounded like a strangling cat. He winked at Aya and kept singing until they stopped for a break and to pick up some supplies at the base of the mountain.
The store owners seemed to know the orange haired foreigner and waved cheerfully at him. Schuldig guided Aya through the small store with a proprietary hand at the small of his back. Occasionally he would give the redhead an affectionate squeeze around the waist. Aya followed along docilely enough, a little dazed and more than a little convinced he had lost his damned mind. It all seemed so laid back and….normal.
Schuldig caught the thought and quirked an eyebrow at him.
/Your mind works in mysterious ways, Fujimiya. Why can’t we be doing something normal? You make it sound like a sacrilege or something. Ah, but I keep forgetting that nothing as been normal for you for a long time./
Aya scowled at Schuldig and pursed his lips in a sulk all the way through the checkout and back to the car. Schuldig cupped the back of his head and, not caring if anyone saw, kissed the pout from his lips.
"If you keep doing that it will just give me more incentive to kiss you to make you stop," Schuldig teased.
Aya shook his head. "You confuse me, Schuldig. You really do."
"That’s not quite the effect I intended to have on you."
Aya squirmed in his seat. Flirting. Schuldig was flirting and….he had no clue how to respond to it. Gods, he was utterly and completely socially backward. He looked at the man beside him from the corner of his eye. Schuldig seemed completely relaxed and content to just have Aya with him. That in itself puzzled Aya. He didn’t even care for his own company so why would anyone else? Aya closed his eyes and let the wind ruffle his hair.
Schuldig turned onto a nearly hidden road and navigated through a twisting drive to stop at a small A-frame house tucked into the trees. He shut off the engine and smiled at Aya.
"Here we are. Having second thoughts? I can take you back, but I really don’t want to."
Aya eyed him in surprise. Would he really do that?
"I would if it’s really what you want," Schuldig answered softly.
"No. I…don’t want to go back to Tokyo."
Schuldig kissed him. "See? Progress. Let’s go inside."
Making a couple of trips, they carried in their bags and supplies. To keep his mind occupied Aya busied himself putting things away in the little galley style kitchen. He supposed he would be cooking since Schuldig had already declared himself a terrible cook. Aya found that he didn’t mind at all. He hadn’t cooked for anyone in a very long time. It would be pleasant.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. Aya sighed and leaned his head back against Schuldig’s shoulder. Silky strands of orange hair tickled his cheek. Schuldig turned him around and cupped the side of his face. Bright blue eyes glowed warmly at him.
"I’m glad you came with me, kitten."
Aya hesitantly lifted his arms to lay them on the telepath’s shoulders and tangled his fingers in long hair. Instead of answering he raised his face in clear demand for a kiss. Schuldig was happy to oblige and brushed their lips together before gently sucking on Aya’s bottom lip. Instant heat pooled in Aya’s gut and he moaned as he pulled Schuldig’s head down with a grip on his hair to deepen the kiss. Giving in to impulse, he shyly tangled his tongue with the other man’s and luxuriated in the sparking sensations caused by the contact. Schuldig pulled back and stroked unruly red bangs from Aya’s eyes. He was pleased by the glazed and hungry look he found in violet eyes.
"I want you again, Aya," He whispered in the redhead’s ear. "How are you feeling?"
Aya blushed. Damn, would he ever stop that virginal reaction?
"Well enough to want you, too."
Schuldig walked backwards down the hallway, his eyes never leaving Aya’s. At the end of the hall he reached behind himself to open the door to one of the bedrooms. The bed against the far wall was already made up with black, Egyptian cotton sheets. Schuldig let go of Aya’s hands and flopped in a graceful sprawl on his back. He had chosen the bed with the black sheets purposefully, knowing the dark color would flatter not just Aya but also his own fair skin and bright hair. During the drive he had decided it was time to push Aya a little and get him to explore his own desires. Schuldig ran his hands through his hair to make it fan out around his head. Aya watched his every move.
"What would you like to do, kitten?" Schuldig’s voice was low and husky, rich and deep with suggestion.
Aya knelt on the bed beside the patiently waiting telepath. He reached out a hesitant hand to stroke it the length of all that bright hair. It was smooth and silky, faintly cool to the touch. For some odd reason he had thought hair the color of flame would feel hot. Intrigued, he switched to two hands and started at the scalp, combing his fingers through the mass to the ends. The petting seemed to please Schuldig who closed his eyes and hummed in approval. Aya smiled a little at the reaction and traced russet eyebrows with his fingertips, to high cheekbones and down to feather over the other man’s lips. Schuldig opened his mouth and licked the pads of Aya’s fingers then bit down lightly. Aya gasped as the nip brought back a clear recollection of those teeth elsewhere on his body.
Schuldig smiled but otherwise didn’t move so Aya continued his fascinated exploration. He smoothed his hands down the man’s neck and over pectoral muscles to circle the nipples he could feel hardening under the shirt. Growing more daring, he snaked his hands under the shirt to touch the smooth skin and muscles that twitched under his questing fingers. When Schuldig’s breathing started to quicken so did Aya’s, excited by the fact he was bringing pleasure to his lover.
Aya urged Schuldig to lift up so he could remove the shirt completely. With the garment gone he narrowed his eyes in speculation at the telepath and lapped at a hardened nipple. A hiss of pleasure rewarded his efforts and spurred him to give it a hard suck. Schuldig finally threaded his own hands into crimson hair to hold Aya’s head in place and murmured encouragements. Aya took the hint and nipped and sucked at both nipples until Schuldig was writhing in pleasure muttering guttural phrases in German. Bright, blue eyes snapped open and a quick twist found Aya on his back, his mouth being ravaged hungrily.
Schuldig used his quick hands to divest both himself and Aya of the rest of their clothes. He settled between Aya’s legs and ground his erection against the redhead’s. Aya arched his back and bared the column of his throat. Schuldig licked over a throbbing pulse point before fastening his lips over the skin and sucking with enough force to raise a red mark. Aya bucked with his hips and rubbed a little more insistently. The telepath slipped a hand between their bodies and enclosed Aya’s erection in a firm grip. Aya mewled and thrust into his fist.
"Hmm, so good, kitten. You feel so hot and slick in my hand. I’ll bet you are even hotter on the inside. Shall I find out?" Schuldig teased.
"Yes," Aya gasped out and raised his legs around Schuldig’s waist.
The tube of slick appeared from nowhere and Schuldig pressed in the first slippery finger. Eager now and not as reticent, Aya pushed his hips downward to take the finger deeper into himself. Schuldig withdrew it to return with two and carefully stretched, pushing deeper until he could stroke the prostate. Aya let out a shout that trailed off into a soft moan. Schuldig’s smile stretched into a wicked grin and he started a slow thrusting of his two fingers that always stopped just short or just barely brushing that pleasure spot. Aya writhed and squirmed, but was no match for the other man’s greater strength. His violet eyes pleaded for relief. Schuldig was ratcheting his desire higher with every stroke and driving him mindless with pleasure.
"Schuldig," Aya growled.
"Need something, kitten?" Schuldig asked in an innocent voice. He was going to insist that Aya voice his desire.
"Stop teasing," Aya said and panted through a few more twisting motions of those tormenting fingers.
"Am I teasing?"
"Bastard!" Aya hissed and reared up to nip Schuldig’s bottom lip. "Fuck me, now, or I’ll have to strangle you in your sleep."
Schuldig snorted a laugh. "Well, with that kind of sweet talk, how can I resist?"
He removed his fingers and scooped Aya’s legs over his arms, pressing the redhead’s shoulders into the mattress. Lubed fingers slicked his own cock and he thrust in carefully, watching for signs of pain. The slow penetration further inflamed Aya and he slammed his hands onto the bed to gain the leverage needed to force their bodies together. After that it was nothing but heat and motion, grasping hands and raking nails. Devouring kisses were given and exchanged. Schuldig pumped Aya’s cock in time with his thrusts, gaining speed and force until the headboard banged repeatedly into the wall. Aya threw his arms out to his sides and his head back, coming hard and spurting pearly ropes between their bodies. His pleasure spiraled out to flow through and overwhelm the telepath, dragging him over into his own orgasm.
Schuldig collapsed, spent, into Aya’s arms and his heavy breaths gusted in Aya’s ear. After a bit, he slid from Aya’s body with a wince from them both and rolled to his back, pulling the redhead into the crook of his arm and cradling a crimson head on his chest. Aya drowsed while Schuldig stroked a hand around the small of his back. He felt sated and heavy and content.
The shadows of early evening were gathering when Schuldig ghosted tickling fingers over Aya’s ribs.
"Kitten?" Schuldig murmured.
"Hmmm?" Aya mumbled sleepily.
"I’m starving. Why don’t you show me if your skills in the kitchen are as good as the ones you’ve gained in bed."
Aya raised his head to stare into laughing blue eyes then he made Schuldig yelp by biting sharply on the nipple his cheek had been resting on. Schuldig smacked him on the ass in return and laughed aloud.
"Mean kitty."
Aya’s scowl melted into a genuine if small smile, relaxed enough to think going away with Schuldig wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Aya paused in his pacing and winced at the twinge in his lower back. Just remembering the sex made him blush furiously then burn with desire to know that touch again. He tugged at his growing hair and worried his lower lip between his teeth. New doubts assailed him. What if was all just an elaborate ruse? If so, he had fallen for it in a stupidly gullible fashion. And if it wasn’t a ruse, what if Crawford didn’t let Schuldig go? Aya would be left sitting alone again. He moaned softly and collapsed on the couch. When did things become so complicated and why did it have to be that way? Aya didn’t have any time left to think about it.
/I’m here, kitten. Come down./ Schuldig’s voice flowed smoothly into his mind.
Aya took one last look around at the starkness of his apartment and picked up his bag. Stomping down on all his doubts, Aya carefully locked up his apartment and made his way to the ground floor. Schuldig was waiting for him in a little red sports car with the top down. Dark sunglasses perched rakishly on the end of his elegant nose and his hair was loose and wind tossed. He gave his uncertain lover a slow, sensuous smile and waved him into the car. Aya tossed his bag in the back and slid into the passenger seat.
"Ready to have a little fun?" Schuldig asked and smoothed the back of his hand over Aya’s cheek.
Aya closed his eyes and leaned into the caress like a cat. When he opened his violet eyes there was more life in them and he looked a little more sure of himself.
"Yes," He answered simply.
Schuldig flashed him a bright smile and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. He slid the little car into traffic as smooth as butter and headed away from the city. After a few minutes of watching the blurred scenery Aya twisted in his seat to face the telepath.
"So, where are we going?"
Schuldig laughed. "I’d say trust me and don’t spoil the surprise, but I don’t think you’re ready for something like that. We’re going into the mountains. Schwarz took possession of a small retreat up there when we first came to Japan."
"Sounds like Villa Weiss."
"Indeed," Schuldig chuckled. "It’s not too far from it either." At Aya’s look of consternation he laughed a little louder. "What? You think we didn’t know about your little vacation spot? Baby, there’s not much about the four of you we didn’t know."
Aya crossed his arms over his chest and faced forward again with a harrumph of disgruntlement. Grinning at Aya’s pique, Schuldig placed a hand over his and stroked the knuckles up to the elbow. Aya tried to glare at him, but the caress was just too nice and still too new for him to maintain the angry pose. Schuldig put in a CD in the car stereo and sang along with each song and in every language and in the worst off key voice Aya had ever heard since the one night Yohji had dragged him to a karaoke bar. Schuldig didn’t seem to care that he sounded like a strangling cat. He winked at Aya and kept singing until they stopped for a break and to pick up some supplies at the base of the mountain.
The store owners seemed to know the orange haired foreigner and waved cheerfully at him. Schuldig guided Aya through the small store with a proprietary hand at the small of his back. Occasionally he would give the redhead an affectionate squeeze around the waist. Aya followed along docilely enough, a little dazed and more than a little convinced he had lost his damned mind. It all seemed so laid back and….normal.
Schuldig caught the thought and quirked an eyebrow at him.
/Your mind works in mysterious ways, Fujimiya. Why can’t we be doing something normal? You make it sound like a sacrilege or something. Ah, but I keep forgetting that nothing as been normal for you for a long time./
Aya scowled at Schuldig and pursed his lips in a sulk all the way through the checkout and back to the car. Schuldig cupped the back of his head and, not caring if anyone saw, kissed the pout from his lips.
"If you keep doing that it will just give me more incentive to kiss you to make you stop," Schuldig teased.
Aya shook his head. "You confuse me, Schuldig. You really do."
"That’s not quite the effect I intended to have on you."
Aya squirmed in his seat. Flirting. Schuldig was flirting and….he had no clue how to respond to it. Gods, he was utterly and completely socially backward. He looked at the man beside him from the corner of his eye. Schuldig seemed completely relaxed and content to just have Aya with him. That in itself puzzled Aya. He didn’t even care for his own company so why would anyone else? Aya closed his eyes and let the wind ruffle his hair.
Schuldig turned onto a nearly hidden road and navigated through a twisting drive to stop at a small A-frame house tucked into the trees. He shut off the engine and smiled at Aya.
"Here we are. Having second thoughts? I can take you back, but I really don’t want to."
Aya eyed him in surprise. Would he really do that?
"I would if it’s really what you want," Schuldig answered softly.
"No. I…don’t want to go back to Tokyo."
Schuldig kissed him. "See? Progress. Let’s go inside."
Making a couple of trips, they carried in their bags and supplies. To keep his mind occupied Aya busied himself putting things away in the little galley style kitchen. He supposed he would be cooking since Schuldig had already declared himself a terrible cook. Aya found that he didn’t mind at all. He hadn’t cooked for anyone in a very long time. It would be pleasant.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. Aya sighed and leaned his head back against Schuldig’s shoulder. Silky strands of orange hair tickled his cheek. Schuldig turned him around and cupped the side of his face. Bright blue eyes glowed warmly at him.
"I’m glad you came with me, kitten."
Aya hesitantly lifted his arms to lay them on the telepath’s shoulders and tangled his fingers in long hair. Instead of answering he raised his face in clear demand for a kiss. Schuldig was happy to oblige and brushed their lips together before gently sucking on Aya’s bottom lip. Instant heat pooled in Aya’s gut and he moaned as he pulled Schuldig’s head down with a grip on his hair to deepen the kiss. Giving in to impulse, he shyly tangled his tongue with the other man’s and luxuriated in the sparking sensations caused by the contact. Schuldig pulled back and stroked unruly red bangs from Aya’s eyes. He was pleased by the glazed and hungry look he found in violet eyes.
"I want you again, Aya," He whispered in the redhead’s ear. "How are you feeling?"
Aya blushed. Damn, would he ever stop that virginal reaction?
"Well enough to want you, too."
Schuldig walked backwards down the hallway, his eyes never leaving Aya’s. At the end of the hall he reached behind himself to open the door to one of the bedrooms. The bed against the far wall was already made up with black, Egyptian cotton sheets. Schuldig let go of Aya’s hands and flopped in a graceful sprawl on his back. He had chosen the bed with the black sheets purposefully, knowing the dark color would flatter not just Aya but also his own fair skin and bright hair. During the drive he had decided it was time to push Aya a little and get him to explore his own desires. Schuldig ran his hands through his hair to make it fan out around his head. Aya watched his every move.
"What would you like to do, kitten?" Schuldig’s voice was low and husky, rich and deep with suggestion.
Aya knelt on the bed beside the patiently waiting telepath. He reached out a hesitant hand to stroke it the length of all that bright hair. It was smooth and silky, faintly cool to the touch. For some odd reason he had thought hair the color of flame would feel hot. Intrigued, he switched to two hands and started at the scalp, combing his fingers through the mass to the ends. The petting seemed to please Schuldig who closed his eyes and hummed in approval. Aya smiled a little at the reaction and traced russet eyebrows with his fingertips, to high cheekbones and down to feather over the other man’s lips. Schuldig opened his mouth and licked the pads of Aya’s fingers then bit down lightly. Aya gasped as the nip brought back a clear recollection of those teeth elsewhere on his body.
Schuldig smiled but otherwise didn’t move so Aya continued his fascinated exploration. He smoothed his hands down the man’s neck and over pectoral muscles to circle the nipples he could feel hardening under the shirt. Growing more daring, he snaked his hands under the shirt to touch the smooth skin and muscles that twitched under his questing fingers. When Schuldig’s breathing started to quicken so did Aya’s, excited by the fact he was bringing pleasure to his lover.
Aya urged Schuldig to lift up so he could remove the shirt completely. With the garment gone he narrowed his eyes in speculation at the telepath and lapped at a hardened nipple. A hiss of pleasure rewarded his efforts and spurred him to give it a hard suck. Schuldig finally threaded his own hands into crimson hair to hold Aya’s head in place and murmured encouragements. Aya took the hint and nipped and sucked at both nipples until Schuldig was writhing in pleasure muttering guttural phrases in German. Bright, blue eyes snapped open and a quick twist found Aya on his back, his mouth being ravaged hungrily.
Schuldig used his quick hands to divest both himself and Aya of the rest of their clothes. He settled between Aya’s legs and ground his erection against the redhead’s. Aya arched his back and bared the column of his throat. Schuldig licked over a throbbing pulse point before fastening his lips over the skin and sucking with enough force to raise a red mark. Aya bucked with his hips and rubbed a little more insistently. The telepath slipped a hand between their bodies and enclosed Aya’s erection in a firm grip. Aya mewled and thrust into his fist.
"Hmm, so good, kitten. You feel so hot and slick in my hand. I’ll bet you are even hotter on the inside. Shall I find out?" Schuldig teased.
"Yes," Aya gasped out and raised his legs around Schuldig’s waist.
The tube of slick appeared from nowhere and Schuldig pressed in the first slippery finger. Eager now and not as reticent, Aya pushed his hips downward to take the finger deeper into himself. Schuldig withdrew it to return with two and carefully stretched, pushing deeper until he could stroke the prostate. Aya let out a shout that trailed off into a soft moan. Schuldig’s smile stretched into a wicked grin and he started a slow thrusting of his two fingers that always stopped just short or just barely brushing that pleasure spot. Aya writhed and squirmed, but was no match for the other man’s greater strength. His violet eyes pleaded for relief. Schuldig was ratcheting his desire higher with every stroke and driving him mindless with pleasure.
"Schuldig," Aya growled.
"Need something, kitten?" Schuldig asked in an innocent voice. He was going to insist that Aya voice his desire.
"Stop teasing," Aya said and panted through a few more twisting motions of those tormenting fingers.
"Am I teasing?"
"Bastard!" Aya hissed and reared up to nip Schuldig’s bottom lip. "Fuck me, now, or I’ll have to strangle you in your sleep."
Schuldig snorted a laugh. "Well, with that kind of sweet talk, how can I resist?"
He removed his fingers and scooped Aya’s legs over his arms, pressing the redhead’s shoulders into the mattress. Lubed fingers slicked his own cock and he thrust in carefully, watching for signs of pain. The slow penetration further inflamed Aya and he slammed his hands onto the bed to gain the leverage needed to force their bodies together. After that it was nothing but heat and motion, grasping hands and raking nails. Devouring kisses were given and exchanged. Schuldig pumped Aya’s cock in time with his thrusts, gaining speed and force until the headboard banged repeatedly into the wall. Aya threw his arms out to his sides and his head back, coming hard and spurting pearly ropes between their bodies. His pleasure spiraled out to flow through and overwhelm the telepath, dragging him over into his own orgasm.
Schuldig collapsed, spent, into Aya’s arms and his heavy breaths gusted in Aya’s ear. After a bit, he slid from Aya’s body with a wince from them both and rolled to his back, pulling the redhead into the crook of his arm and cradling a crimson head on his chest. Aya drowsed while Schuldig stroked a hand around the small of his back. He felt sated and heavy and content.
The shadows of early evening were gathering when Schuldig ghosted tickling fingers over Aya’s ribs.
"Kitten?" Schuldig murmured.
"Hmmm?" Aya mumbled sleepily.
"I’m starving. Why don’t you show me if your skills in the kitchen are as good as the ones you’ve gained in bed."
Aya raised his head to stare into laughing blue eyes then he made Schuldig yelp by biting sharply on the nipple his cheek had been resting on. Schuldig smacked him on the ass in return and laughed aloud.
"Mean kitty."
Aya’s scowl melted into a genuine if small smile, relaxed enough to think going away with Schuldig wasn’t such a bad idea after all.