Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Give It A Chance ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Aya had awakened at dawn. He was careful about getting out of bed so that he wouldn't wake Schuldig, but his lover had only murmured and tucked his abandoned pillow close before settling again. Aya stood at the foot of the bed and admired the smooth, clean line of Schuldig's back. He was tempted to lick his way up until he could bury his nose in that wonderful, silky fall of outrageous hair, but a lingering shyness held him back. Instead, he padded his way down the hall to the small kitchen.

A quick search of the cabinets produced some tea and coffee. Aya preferred the tea, but he knew Schuldig would want the coffee so he left it on the counter for later. He felt good. The feeling amazed Aya, that and the fact he was so relaxed in an unfamiliar place with a former enemy. His brow furrowed as he considered the former enemy part again. True, Schuldig was now his lover, but eventually their shared past was sure to cause a problem. Then there was the fact that Aya's team had no idea that Schuldig and Schwarz had survived the tower's fall, let alone that Aya was sleeping with the telepath.

Aya bit his lip and traced his fingertips around the rim of his cup. Just how in the hell was he supposed to break it to them? Impossible scenarios ran through his head. Oh, by the way guys, Schwarz is alive and Schuldig has been screwing me for a while. Yeah, that was going to go over well, especially with Omi. It didn't matter that Schwarz was no longer following the orders of Estet or that they were no longer employed by Takatori. Ouka was still dead by their hand. Fuck. He'd be lucky if Omi didn't try to place a poisoned dart between his eyes.

Aya watched through the window as the sun climbed higher in the sky, his thoughts disturbing him and shattering the fragile contentment he had been savoring. He didn't know what to do. He only knew that he didn't want to give up Schuldig. The telepath had made him feel something besides anger or despair in far too long. Aya felt cared for and desired when Schuldig teased him or simply stroked a hand through his hair. He had never slept so well as he did with Schuldig in the bed with him. It was the simpler things that drew him as much as the passion between them.

Then there was the matter of Krittiker and his sister. Aya was sure that if, no make that when, Krittiker found out about his relationship they would use his sister as leverage against him. They could even eliminate her as well as him. Fear for his sister made Aya's heart race and his skin icy cold. His hands shook as he lifted the cup of tea to his lips and he could barely swallow. It was his stab of terror that jerked the sleeping telepath from sleep.

Schuldig bolted up from the bed in search of Aya and found him curled in a chair with his legs folded under him. The other man's mind was completely open to him and he knew the miserable thoughts running in his head. Schuldig sat on the arm of the chair wrapped an arm around Aya, using his other hand to make his lover look at him.

"Schuldig, we can't continue this," Aya said, sounding defeated. "I can't risk my sister anymore."

Schuldig took the cup of tea from him and set it on the side table. He slid into the large chair's seat and pulled his lover against him. He didn't really know what to say. If it had been Estet they were dealing with, Schuldig had no doubt that Aya's sister would be dead within hours of the relationship being discovered. Krittiker he had no definite feeling, but was reasonably sure they could be just as ruthless.

Aya pressed his forehead into the curve of Schuldig's neck. He was desperate for whatever comfort could be given. Schuldig stayed silent except for a low hum deep in his throat and rubbed gentle hands up and down Aya's arms. The coldness of Aya's skin had him rising and leading his lover back to the bedroom where he urged him under the covers and climbed in next to him. Schuldig pressed soft kisses on his lover's face and stroked back red bangs until he could see Aya's eyes. They were dark with hurt and uncertainty. Now free of Estet's control, it angered Schuldig that Krittiker had such a hold over his lover and could reduce such a strong man to this bone deep terror.

"We'll figure something out, Kitten," Schuldig murmured. "I've gotten around Krittiker before, helped destroy Estet and survived both the Elders and the tower. We'll think of something to get your sister out of harm's reach." He kissed Aya's lips until their tightness relaxed somewhat. "I'm not willing to give you up, and I don't think you want that either."

"No," Aya moaned and pressed closer. "I want my sister safe. Schuldig, I don't want to be part of Weiss anymore. I'm tired of all the blood and the killing. I feel like a little more of me dies on every mission, another part of me that makes me human."

Schuldig tried to keep a hold on his desires. It really wasn't an appropriate time, but the feel of Aya so pliant against him was intoxicating and made his mind and body buzz with pleasure. He wanted to say to hell with Krittiker, Schwarz and Weiss, and steal his lover away, but he knew that Aya wouldn't just leave. Nor could Schuldig really just leave Schwarz, not with Crawford still injured and Nagi and Farfarello at such loose ends. He hadn't really thought much beyond finally being able to pursue Aya as he had wanted to since their first encounter.

"We'll think of something, Aya," he said again.

Aya just went still and didn't say anything. He couldn't see a way out and tried to lose himself in Schuldig's touch. Was it really so much to ask that he and his sister be free to have normal lives?