Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Guilty Pleasures ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Guilty Pleasures (6/?)

Author: Phaedra

Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com

Rating: hard R for sexual situations and liberal use of my famous potty-mouth.

Disclaimer: I'm just playing in Project Weiss' playground, but I promise not to break anything that wasn't already broken.

Authors Note: OK, there should only be 2 (maybe 3) more parts of this. Aya and Schu were well-behaved boys for me so I'm hoping that it will continue. =) This whole thing is taking place after Weiss Kreuz but before Gluhen. I will be doing some creative editing of the stories for this to fit in.

This part is dedicated to Whitney who sent me a great letter and gave me the kick in the ass I needed to finish this part. Thanks!

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[Aya, present]

That. Fucking. Whore.

It takes me a moment to realize that I don't know which man I'm referring to with that statement. At the moment I don't think I really care, just as long as I can find an outlet for what is boiling inside of me. Emotions that I really don't want to name are churning in the pit of my stomach and I taste bile at the back of my throat.

Schuldich tries to mumble some sort of an apology but I silence him with a glance. I realize too late that I must have an iron grip on the other man's arm because he has finally dug his heels in and is refusing to move.

"You need to calm the shit down. Unless you actually pick one of us you can't act like the jilted lover," Schuldich patronizes me. My hold on his upper arm tightens and I jerk him down the corridor again. He, of course, is refusing to budge.

"We'll discuss this in your new quarters. Not in the hall," I grate out. He takes a moment to think about this and nods before beginning to walk again.

It takes only a few more seconds of precious quiet before we reach the new rooms. Schuldich immediately toes the door closed and leans on it, facing me. What the hell am I supposed to say? I don't want you and Kudou fucking? How melodramatic is that?

Thankfully, I don't have to break the silence. I'm not sure that I would be able to, it's never been my forte. Schuldich, however, never shuts the hell up.

"Was that you're version of 'no fighting, children'?" he asks me in a high, falsetto voice. I swear he knows how to push my buttons as well as Yohji does.

"Perhaps I simply wanted Yohji to keep his face pretty for me," I grumble, doing my best to sound like an aggrieved lover. That should annoy the hell out of the cocky German.

"You know he thinks he loves you?" Schuldich shoots back. His eyes are wide and innocent, something I know better than to believe.

"Just like you?" I ask in a low drawl. I actually flash a smirk at the infuriating bastard who has just enough sense to look taken aback.

"Baby, what I have for you isn't love… it's pure, unadulterated lust. And I'm honest about it, which is more that what you'll get from most. You're as much of an insufferable prick as big daddy Crawford is, but I think I know how to thaw you out," Schuldich tells me, his voice becoming a smoky purr. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping that he doesn't notice the shiver that just traveled the length of my spine.

I offer a low grunt, neither agreeing nor denying his statement. I refuse to add any fuel to his fire. Schuldich takes the few steps that separates us, he crowds into my personal space like he belongs there. I tilt my head upward slightly and continue my glare.

"You need to try to get along with Kudou. He and I are your 'keepers', so you'd better get used to it," I growl at him, hoping that this will steer the conversation away from the previous topic. I don't want to think about what it all could mean, what his words might convey. I silently thank my intuition for insisting that this room should be bug free.

"He and I will never get along. You're the reason for that. Either you'll pick one of us and the other will really hate your decision, or you'll choose neither insuring that we remain at the same level of petty bickering," Schuldich elucidates, refusing to be turned from the topic. Damn him.

"Then, the logical choice would be Kudou as he is my team mate and I should do what is best for Weiss," I challenge him. I really cannot believe that I am going through this with Schuldich.

"He's an asshole. I mean that in the nicest possible way, Aya. No, just hear me out - Yohji is a womanizer in the broadest sense of the term. He's gonna fuck anything that comes his way that is even half way willing. He's gonna cheat on you, not because he wants to but out of simply habit. And he won't stop until you catch him, once that happens I doubt that you'll let him continue to warm your bed. Which will fuck with your team dynamics something fierce. Now tell me which of us is a better choice?" Schuldich grins down at me. He has placed his hands on my shoulders and I wrench away from him and stride to the back of the room.

I sigh heavily; choosing to ignore what was said to me. He's probably right, but I'll never admit that to him. It's a combination of my own pride and sheer stubbornness. I slip behind the screen that shields my bed from view and I sit down on it, hoping that this will effectively end our conversation.

No such luck, it seems as Schuldich has followed me. He cocks his head for a moment as if listening to some far away voice. I momentarily wonder if he is reading my mind and I do my best to tamp down my thoughts. How the hell do I know if I'm successful? I don't. It's all guesswork when it comes to this man… I think that's why he fascinates me. I am such a fatalistic bastard.

As if he is completely at ease, Schuldich slides onto my bed and places his head in my lap. I glance down at him, ready to utter a scathing remark that should make him want to leave. However, he is smiling sweetly up at me and I simply roll my eyes and huff in exasperation.

"You don't have to deal with his shit. He'll listen to whatever you tell him," Schuldich offers in a low voice. I know this is supposed to be a peace offering. I don't say anything. I don't feel that there is anything for me to say.

"Do you care for him?" he asks me carefully. I've never known this viscous bastard to be so considerate. I still don't answer. What goes on inside of me stays there, I won't change that for anyone. I am silent long enough that he understands that I won't be divulging anything and he grabs my hand and places in over his own heart. I can feel its slow, steady beat against my hand. I'm puzzled by the gesture and raise my eyebrow to show my curiosity.

"Do you have one too, does it beat?" he asks me, his eyes are locked onto my own and I feel trapped. Who the hell is he to question me? To question my humanity?

"Can't you feel it?" He nods after a moment. "Then why do you ask?"

For the span of several heartbeats he is silent, scrutinizing me. I feel certain that he won't answer, that we have finally reached a stalemate. His eyes are like cloudy emeralds, hard and unflinching as stone.

"You intrigue me," he finally answers, a sleepy smile on his lips.

I can't tell if he's teasing me again or not. I choose not to dump him off of my lap and simply watch his face for any telltale signs. Deep down I know what he says about Yohji is true, but I don't want to believe it. When you've lived with a man, and killed with him, you like to think you know him. Plus, sheer vanity on my part, wants Yohji to have some measure of seriousness when it comes to me. Schuldich would never be serious, but he would never lie or hide from me. I can't believe I'm considering any of this.

The bed is wide enough that I allow myself to fall over backward and sprawl across it. Schuldich makes a grunt of displeasure but soon shimmies his body around so he's lying next to me, his head pillowed on my arm. His hand is over my heart again; his lithe fingers are working at the buttons of my shirt, working his hand underneath so it will rest against skin. I should stop him.

After a moment of allowing me to adjust to this, Schuldich continues to make himself comfortable. One of his legs is carelessly draped over my own and he is trying to wiggle his other arm underneath me so he can lay on his side and face me. I lift my torso just enough to help him finish this wriggling process so I can relax again. This feels good, it shouldn't, but it does. Well, I am supposed to foster trust and an amicable relationship with him. Perhaps not exactly what Persia meant, but…

I find it amusing that even though he is taller than I am he puts himself in a subservient position. I glance down at him, amusement written clearly on my face. His sleepy grin is back and he flutters his eyelashes at me suggestively. The arm he's lying on snakes down and lightly pinches his upper arm and he sticks his tongue out at me. Such a mature response, I think.

"You know you're fraternizing with the enemy?" Schuldich asks, his voice sounds sheepish and almost uncertain.

"Is that a warning? I don't think you are in any position to threaten me," I answer in my driest tone. He chuckles into my side for a moment before lifting his face to look at me again.

"I mean, you are in a compromising position. What if I decided to take advantage of you?" he huffs, a playful glimmer deep in his eyes. My mind is certain that I should stand up now and end this. It's the logical thing to do. I find that I am puzzled by the fact that I'm not moving. Part of me thinks that I'm tired of trying to keep my distance from these two. Another part is simply curious as to what will finally unfold.

It seems like Schuldich is mocking my silence with his own quiet. He is keeping our gazes locked and I wonder if I should be looking away. I'm certain that I am suppressing my emotions well enough that he won't be able to read them by my expression nor with his talent. As a matter of fact, they are so well buried I'm not sure what they are.

All I know is that I feel a pull to this man, I'm weary of running away from everything. My sister is awake, I'm free, so why don't I act like it? It seems like Schuldich is through biding his time he had risen up to rest on his elbow; his long hair is dangling down around me like a curtain. This has the feel of inevitability to it; the face above mine has come into hyper-focus. I think I'm breathing harder than normal, but so is he, which makes it hard to tell.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowers his head to mine, with whisper softness his lips brush mine. What just happened can't even be called a kiss. I growl before leaning upwards and forcing contact between us. My kiss is still gentle, as if we are afraid of scaring each other away.

"Don't…" he whispers but I dam the rest of the words by sealing our mouths together again. It is all very chaste, very modest. However, the blood is pounding in my veins and small sparks of electricity are lighting up my nervous system. I roll him slightly and now my chest is on top of him, his leg is wedged between my thighs.

I nibble along his jaw, enjoying the pleased sound he makes. I nip a little harder near his ear and he jerks against me. I stop, wondering if I did the wrong thing but he's smiling. I duck my head, suddenly uncertain as to what I should do. Until now, sex had never been something I had thought about. I wasn't completely inexperienced; I had the fumbling forays of any teenager as well as the brief and unsatisfying times that Persia felt we needed to 'unwind'.

"You doubt yourself too much. Relax a little, let the walls down," Schuldich breathes in to my ear before kissing my cheek. I suppose he's right - if I'm going to initiate such contact I should enjoy it. Part of me is screaming at how wrong this is - I just caught this man doing almost the same thing with Yohji. Although what is happening between us, Schuldich and I, isn't filling the room with violent tension.

We have begun a slow and delicate dance, one that I intend to continue for a bit longer. It's feels good to know that I can do this and Schuldich won't expect anything more of me. Where as I know Yohji would be an emotional attachment. I don't think I can handle that yet. My moment of introspection must be making Schuldich nervous; he is staring at me, waiting, his face pensive.

I nuzzle against his jaw and he leans his head backward to allow me better access to his neck. For a moment I simply bury my face in his shoulder, enjoying his spicy and masculine scent. One of his hands is stroking through my hair, occasionally tugging playfully on an eartail. I lift my head and kiss him deeply, allowing my tongue to explore the cavern of his mouth.

"Mmmm, you do taste like plums," Schuldich hums then licks his lips. I give a mock glare, annoyed that he would remind me of what I recently pulled him away from. In a fit of annoyance I slide my head toward his neck, then bite and suck, creating a bruise. Instead of being angry, as I would have been at such an action, Schuldich laughs and yanks me upward for another kiss.

I know that this can't last, whatever this is between us. However, as Schuldich's tongue slides over my teeth I make the conscious decision to continue this for as long as he is with us. Or until we bore each other.

After a few gentle nips at my lower lip, Schuldich looks up at me through his eyelashes. "So, what are you thinking?"

"You can't tell?"

"With you? Never," he tells me throatily. I slide my tongue across the edge of his ear, trying to silently convey what his voice does to me.

"That is not an answer," he rebukes then pushes at my chest. There is no real force behind the motion but I back up anyway.

"I'm thinking that I like what was happening. And that this had better not be a game you play every time this happens," I growl, annoyed at being questioned.

"Fuck off, Weiss boy. I'll do whatever I please… and you'll like it," he smirks at me before sliding his hand over my crotch. I suck in my breath as his hand creates delightful friction against my growing erection. "See?"

"Too damn cocky," I grind out, forcing my hips not to jerk towards the warmth of his hand.

"How would you know, baby?" he teases as he grabs my hand. I know what he's going to do and shake his hand off before he can guide it to its destination. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it of my own volition.

I place my hand in the center of his chest, to feel his heart beat for a moment. It's pace has sped up and I wonder if it's from excitement or fear. Slowly, I begin sliding my palm down the front of his shirt; occasionally my fingers bunch in the smooth fabric. As I reach his pants I unhook the top button and inch the zipper downward, tooth by tooth. I smile at Schuldich when he snarls in a mix of frustration and anticipation.

Finally, the zipper is at its nadir and I slide my hand inside to cover the hardness that he has sheathed in thin silk. After making sure my hand is covering as large of an area as it can, I give a soft squeeze. Schuldich stops breathing for a moment and shudders. I glance at his face, his eyes are closed and he's biting his bottom lip. Overall he is flushed with overwhelming pleasure. I think I like that, too.

My hand has wormed its way into his pants in such a way that my thumb and pinkie are wrapped around the base of his thick cock, and my other fingers can squeeze along his long shaft. I am thoroughly enjoying the noises he makes, my own neglected cock throbs whenever Schuldich makes the low mewling-growl noise that precursors his body shaking with pleasure.

With a whimper he pulls my hand away and pushes me over so that he can lay on top of me, our pelvises grinding together just so to make me groan. With wild abandon he attacks my neck and lips while he thrusts against me hard enough to leave me breathless. My hands have worked their way under his shirt and are alternately massaging across his back and gripping his hips.

"Stop, god damn it, Aya, stop!" Schuldich tells me raggedly as he tries to pull away. His eyes are fever bright and I'm getting rather pissed that he is determined to get away from me.

"What?" I mumble as threateningly as I can. I'm sure it won't work since I'm as flushed with passion as he is.

"If this keeps up I am going to fuck you're brains out," he shoots back at me. He has managed to disengage himself from me and is now standing and trying to straighten out his clothes.

"And…" I trail off. What? He thinks I can't figure this out on my own?

"And your fucking teammate is at the door. You think you were pissed when you caught us together? What happens when he comes in and we're all over each other?" Schuldich is trying to be the voice of reason. How bizarre is that?

I allow my head to flop back onto the bed and cover my eyes with my left fore arm. Perfect fucking timing, Kudou. I finally decide I want a piece and you've got to mess it up. How like my life.

"What does he want?" I ask.

"He's trying to decide what's really going on in here and if he wants to come in or not. Hmm… I think Kritiker needs your attention, or they've found something important to you… I'm not sure. His thoughts are a little centered on how he's going to 'dispose' of me if he comes in here and we're enjoying ourselves," Schuldich responds, his voice is slow and his eyes flutter behind his closed lids.

Well, I'd say we have fostered some trust and good will here. Without thinking I gave him an order like he was a member of Weiss and he performed without hesitation. Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought.

I stand up as well and pull Schuldich against me. His arms slide around me as mine go around his waist and I rest my head under his chin for a moment. I want him to know that this wasn't a spasm of idiocy on my part, a decision I will regret and renege on later. He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss on my forehead before pushing me towards the door. I wonder if he understood or if he read my mind, then I wonder if I care at his presumed invasion of my thoughts.

I reach the door without looking back to see if Schuldich is staying hidden from view or not. I slide open the door and brush past Yohji who is still trying to get a better angle to see into the room. The door clicks shut and I hear the lock slide home before I break the silence.

"What do you want?"

"He told you I was out here, didn't he? Fuck. Persia was sent a letter and Birman thinks you should see it, it's important. It also has to deal with our resident bitch," Yohji bites out. He's trying to get a good look at me but the hall light is too low for any tell tale signs to easily visible. Anyway, he'll figure it out sooner or later; I'm not going to hide anything.

"Let's go," I tell him then begin walking away towards where Birman keeps her office. I seem to be doing this a lot lately, leaving Yohji behind. It hurts a little.