Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Guilty Pleasures ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Title: Guilty Pleasures (7/?)

Author: Phaedra

Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com

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

Disclaimer: Look, toy not broken… you not sue!! I'm just abusing the Weiss and Schwartz boys for my own endless amusement. =D

Author Notes: The bad German within is thanks to babelfish, a translation is at the end. Please don't yell at me for it! As far as I can tell there will be two more parts of this monstrosity to inflict on everyone. This part is for Maia, who wrote a gorgeous Schu x Yohji smut biscuit for me. Hopefully this part will help to cheer you up some, dearest. [Giving you the big wobbly, watery Omi eyes!]

Oh, blame me if Aya seems out of character. That's just the way he wanted to be in the part… why… dunno. Sigh.

Please forgive any mistakes. I finished it at 2:32 am and I'm beat and this is un-beta'd. Cuz I want Missa to have it ~now~!

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[Schuldich, interlude]

There are days when I hate myself. This would rank up there in the top ten, especially since part of my problem comes from the fact that I was trying to be all noble and shit. Yeah, that's me. I resist rolling my eyes as I see Yohji catch a glimpse of me before the door swings shut. I also resist giving Kudou the finger… the little boy has a temper.

Hurry up and come back to me, baby.

Yeah. I'm a fucking a sap. Shut the hell up already, I have a feeling that whatever this is it's going to make my bad mood worse. I caught a peek of documents in Yohji's mind and the idea that the rest of the Weiss members are here as well. Something is big enough to call in the whole team?

I am more than a little shocked at how nicely things were going. I didn't expect my little Weiss boy to have fangs or claws. So nice to know that he does, it makes the game that much more interesting. And gets me in that much more trouble when I finally catch up with Crawford again. I wince as I remember how pissed Braddy-kins was at the idea of Nagi and Tot having a 'relationship' that bordered out side of the normal homicidal one that we engage in with Schrient. But one of Weiss? Damn, he'll be pissed enough to shit icicles for weeks!

I resign myself to sitting down to wait when I feel the shiver of Nagi's telekinesis. The lad must be fairly close-by. Although he has improved greatly under the tutelage of Schwartz he still needs to be within a certain radius and he has yet to perfect the teke-ing of living organic matter. Inside my now cupped hand I feel the weight of something drop into place. Damn, his control is amazing. Much better than the puppy incident. Don't ask.

I covertly open my palm, still not sure if I should believe this room is free of spyware. I'm fairly certain it's true, but I'm paid to be smart. Plus, it's just good business to try and keep my nose looking clean. In my hand is a small pin of a red rose. Thank all the myriad gods of luck that I finally have a sign. I will have little leniency I sense when Aya comes back, but at least I know what I'm supposed to be bargaining for. I'm sure that once my dear captor returns I'll be given further hints as to what my role is to be.

Did I ever tell you that I hate waiting?

I prowl through the new 'rooms', which are really one large area that is sectioned off by wall screens. Less private areas have thin paper screen that reach only up to shoulder level, while more personal sections have thicker woven wood that reaches almost up to the ceiling. One corner has been sectioned off with heavy wooden wall screens that hide a large wooden tub that has a flat lid. It's kept warm with electricity, but other than that it looks like an old Japanese tub. I kind of like it.

Aya and I have separate sleeping areas; mine is closer to the door. Hmm, me thinks it's time I do some redecorating. If he minds I'll kick the shit out of him and then fuck him senseless. Ah, I have to smile at such a thought! Plus, I want to mark some territories quite well before Kudou returns. If that slick bastard thinks he's still in this game he's sorely mistaken. Not while I'm around to say differently.

My sudden possessive streak annoys as well as confounds me. I guess that it really shouldn't be such a big surprise, I like to imprint on Alpha males. While not quite looking the part, I can't think of anyone who is more 'alpha' and male than Aya. I smirk. Crawford, advised, no doubt, by Estet, always did say that I would find that my vaunted psychic ability would eventually find a perfect foil to bond with. Fuck that. I'll use Aya to make me stronger, but I won't be tied anywhere or to anyone.

I shake my head and consider my handiwork. While musing through all of that I managed to pull my stuff into Aya's sleeping area. The bed is large enough for both of us and I'm grateful it's a Western style mattress. Futons wreak merry havoc with my back. Being practical I drag the extra dresser back here and pack my clothes away while searching through his belongings.

I don't find anything of interest. A picture of his sister, a pair of earrings, and a dried rose. That and tons of black clothes. The man needs to do some serious shopping and add some color to his wardrobe. I decide to be thorough since it's obvious that I'm going to have time on my hands and surreptitiously pull up random floor mats to see if there is any hidden surveillance equipment. I'm shocked and appalled when I don't find any.

Now that I've had my merry way with the room I'm bored again. I flop down on the futon couch in the 'living area' and reminisce. Aya. Damn, that boy does nasty shit to my insides. And the absolute best part? He wasn't shielding me out of his head while we had playtime. At the end of our 'session' I was picking up stray feelings and the overshadowing of thoughts. Did I say that reading people was like honey? Then Aya is pure ambrosia, nectar of the gods. I felt like I could sink in and be comfortable for life. How sad is that?

I'm supposed to be a snarly bastard of a prick. Hmph. I'll have to work on that. Although my insides are still doing their incredible impersonation of Jell-O, I'm fairly sure that sweet Aya won't be half as intractable as before. Makes one's insides go all gooey, it does.

I prop my feet up on the other arm of the couch and lean my body back; my hands are cupped behind my head as a cushion. I close my eyes and let my talent slide outward through the cold, sterile halls of this institution, looking for a mind to toy with. Damn straight I'm going to do my best to keep on top of whatever dragged Aya away from me!

[Aya, present]

Yohji is a silent shadow next to me; I am shocked that he isn't demanding any answers. He usually isn't this patient. It makes me wonder what's wrong or if Schuldich is somehow controlling him. Perhaps he's simply going to focus on business as usual then try to forget me with nameless faces at his favorite clubs. A pang of regret arcs through me at the thought. What the hell is wrong with me? I think I need to focus on what's in front of me and quit trying to second guess my teammate.

We quickly reach the small room that has been hastily converted into an office. Omi and Ken are already there with Birman and Manx as well as a woman in her early twenties with short-cropped blue hair. Omi is looking terribly nervous and Birman's face is hard and cold. This can't be good.

I walk in and lean against a wall. Yohji takes a seat at the oval table that dominates the room; his face is as unreadable as I've ever seen it. I have to mentally kick myself to stop worrying about him and what he might be thinking. Is this guilt?

The new woman clears her throat and it is a harsh sound in the unnatural stillness that surrounds us. All eyes focus on her with an immediacy that I don't think she intended. She glances down at the papers she's holding and shuffles them restlessly before addressing us.

"As you all know, we have had a temporary placeholder for Persia. The position has been filled as of this afternoon. All orders will come directly to you from Persia as he sees fit. Please allow me to introduce you to Mamoru Taketori - Persia," she tells us. One would never guess that she had just allowed her nervousness to show a second before, her voice is strong and steady.

I, however, am in a mild state of shock. Omi. Persia. Or should I call him Mamoru now? What could have happened that they've bumped him up this soon? This can't be good.

"Thank you. Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Rex. She will be acting as my personal secretary from now on. Right now she is distributing copies of a letter that was delivered to Manx by an unseen individual. Please take a moment to read it," Omi squeaks. He isn't used to being in charge yet. Smart move of his to bring in a new secretary. I certainly wouldn't want to hold the leash on either of the women who used to give us orders. Birman is pissed by it, but I think Manx understands his choice.

I glance over the letter. As far as I can tell it is gibberish that might be code of some sort. If one allowed a five-year-old design their cryptography program. The handwriting is atrocious and is a mixture of broken English and German:

Schuldich,

As far as I can translate there isn't anything that can truly be construed as passing information. Perhaps Kritiker's keener eye has found a hidden pattern that we mere mortals cannot fathom. Certainly, some of it might refer to our current situation, and I will be sure to quiz Schuldich on it. I'm not sure if he'll answer truthfully or not.

Yohji is eyeing me up, his face is still closed and blank but I can tell he thinks I can read some hidden message in it. I turn to face Mamoru and I make a conscious decision to treat him as I would any other superior.

"What do you think is in this?" I ask, doing my best to keep my voice devoid of any noticeable emotion.

"Either Berserker is more mentally unstable and underdeveloped than we initially realized or there is hidden information for Mastermind in it," Rex answers for him. Obviously she isn't well aquatinted with our profiles.

"Persia?" I snap while allowing frustration to bleed into my voice.

"She's right. We don't see anything terribly obvious except for the reference to finding homes and the numbers. We are fairly certain that they have a deeper or doubled meaning," Mamoru answers after a beat. Good. He already understands that I am no longer in charge of him.

"Would you like me to ask Schuldich about it?" I offer. It's rare that I offer to go above and beyond the call of duty and I'm not sure if it's for Omi's sake or what is growing between Schuldich and I. I push that thought away and do my best to make sure my inner turmoil isn't visible.

"I wouldn't presume to ask you to, but if you feel that it will yield a result…." Mamoru says shyly. He'll learn to command me soon enough, he'll have to if he wants to say alive in his new position.

"We also have to rearrange Weiss. With Omi gone we will be recruiting for your team," Rex tells me. Birman smirks at this; most likely she is hoping I'll tear into Rex like I do her. I simply nod.

"I'd like to be positioned elsewhere," Yohji speaks up. He is defiantly staring at the floor but his tone is steady.

"Yohji, why?" Omi asks, his voice trembling. It must be hard to see his only 'family' being divided and reformed.

"I feel I would be more advantageous to Kritiker if I were stationed somewhere my abilities as a detective would be put to more and better use," he says, still steely. His penetrating glare has left the floor and repositioned itself on Omi.

"I… I'll look into it," Mamoru says, his voice deeper than what I remember. I guess he's grown up more than we all like to think.

"Aya, go and see if you can get our 'guest' to divulge any information that would be useful. Also see if he'll talk at all about his teammates. There are rumors that one of them can teleport items, perhaps even people. From the surveillance we have that would seem a likely conclusion for how we received the letter," Rex orders me and I leave without another word. As the door is closing I hear the room erupt into bickering, Ken's voice is cutting through the rest.

I think it hurts me to realize that Weiss is breaking up. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last. We are the best, we get more leniency than any other operation in Kritiker, but we don't last long. Members of Weiss aren't expected to have long life spans, we burn out quickly or die in the line of duty.

I enter my new quarters and Schuldich leaps off the couch like a guilty five-year-old. I fix him with a stern glare, half-hoping he'll confess whatever he's done on his own. In response he grins and opens his arms to me, I wonder if he thinks I'll swoon some like some cheap floozy into his arms.

"Aya…" he begins, his voice oozing charm and enthusiasm. If that isn't enough to put someone on their guard nothing is. I lower my head slightly in a nod, indicating that he should continue.

"I redecorated, honey!" Schuldich is now falsely bright. Why do I get the feeling that this bodes ill for me?

"And that means what to me?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can. I have already noticed that the floor mats are shoddily replaced and that the screen sectioning off my side of the room is askew.

"Baby, it means that you have more than a room-mate," I'm told while his eyebrows waggle wildly. Why do I feel like I'm playing a straight man in a comedy film?

"As pleased as I am by this revelation, can you stop for a moment and tell me what this means?" I ask, allowing a note of tiredness enter my tone. Schuldich flicks the paper out of my hand and skims it. He looks faintly puzzled, but I'm not sure if it's from the contents of the note or what he thinks he needs to hide from me.

"Well, it means that they took ickle Farfie's crayons from him again and are letting him use the big-boy pens. How proud I am!" Schuldich screeches in merriment, throwing one forearm dramatically across his eyes. Why, oh why, did I ever expect a straight answer? I'm faintly bothered that my life has been reduced down to asking myself pointless questions.

"Other than that, proud papa?"

"Well, it means that Brad has had a vision, I'm supposed to negotiate with Kritiker for a short term contract of our services, and our little boy is going to be playing nice with your little boy. However, it says bad things for you and me getting to do the tango on a long term basis," he pouts. Will miracles never cease? Of course, I don't believe a word of it.

"The truth would be helpful…" I trail off, hoping he'll take the hint.

"That was the truth, butt-head. If I were going to lie I would simply keep up the sarcastic remarks," Schuldich's pout deepens. He sidles closer to me and places a warm hand on my chest.

"What kind of contract?" I huff out, displeased that he might be telling the truth. I'm also annoyed that he has managed to mold himself to my body and his arms are working his way around me. The man is insatiable.

"Your basic 'we'll get you out of Japan and keep you safe if you do some slightly nasty and possible illegal jobs for us' kind. With standard benefits and such, as well as a decent pay rate. We do have a lifestyle to keep up," he whispers into my hair. His hands are pressing into the lower part of my back and it's making it hard for me to think.

"That's for Persia to decide… I'll be sure to inform him of your pending co-operation, you're full co-operation," I mutter into the side of his neck. Then the animalistic part of me takes over and I nibble down to his collarbone. Schuldich is really having a detrimental effect on me; normally I would have much better control of myself.

He pulls me toward the sleeping area; his quick hands are undoing the buttons of my shirt and as we near the bed his long fingers have hooked in my pants. I am on the verge of giving in but I have to have certain things cleared up first and dig my heels in.

"Why are you doing this?" I hiss, and there is more pleasure than annoyance in my voice, something that kind of pisses me off.

"Because, I see you and I have to have you. I want you more than I can say… and I don't know why. Don't you want me too, baby?" he purrs as he edges toward the bed. I am even more annoyed that my cock twitches when he uses endearments for me. I really shouldn't be this affected by him.

"Is this all a mind trick?" I gasp. In a flash, faster than my eye can follow, he is behind me, his chest pressed into my back.

"No, that was the mind trick. What we have is pure chemistry, baby, and who am I to deny it," is mumbled into my ear while his hand covers my groin. My hips cant forward of their own accord and I want to groan in pleasure.

"This is just amusement for you then," I manage to reason out. I'm impressed that my brain can function at all right now since most of my blood is pooling in my distressingly responsive groin.

"No, it's not. But we don't have the luxury of having anything other than this. Kritiker will be separating us soon, so I have to do this while I still have time. I'm not leaving you without consummating anything between us," he growls before grinding his hips into me. I twist my torso so I can kiss him; perhaps if we give into this it will lessen and fade away.

I push him toward the bed and when his legs bump the mattress I push him over. A wolfish grin has spread across his face and I watch it grow larger as I unbutton my pants. I've already tossed my shirt to the floor and toed off socks and shoes, but I leave my pants as they are, unbuttoned but still zipped.

"Are you going to join me, baby," he croons, his voice sounding like melted honey. Sweet kami, I want him.

"No."

Suddenly storm clouds darken his brow. His bright green eyes glitter in a dangerous way and I prepare to stand my ground. A growing sense of hilarity is clawing at my insides and I hope like hell that I'm masking it from him.

"No? I don't think you understand the situation," he drawls, his eyes are drooping and his hands clenching the bed covers.

"No."

I am barely ready for his flying tackle and for one, brief, shining moment I believe I will stay standing through it. Then momentum and sheer weight topple me and I can't stop the hysterical giggles from leaking out of me.

"Holy shit! I must have really hurt you! Aya! You're… you're laughing!" Schuldich howls in mock dread. I laugh a little longer, enjoying it. I haven't been able to this in so long; I should thank this red-headed bastard.

"I meant no, because you still have too much on. Take it off or get out," I tease before sliding up onto the bed. By the time I turn around to face him all Schuldich is wearing is a smile. I can't help it, I laugh some more.

"Fujimiya, you are hell on a man's ego. Don't you know you never laugh when your lovers first take off their clothes? It's insulting, one might think that you are amused by the size of their manhood," Schuldich growls at me. All that does is make me laugh harder and to further taunt him I point at him. If that doesn't boost the ole 'ego', nothing will.

Using his speed trick again, Schuldich is on the bed and biting my stomach before I've realized that he isn't standing in front of me anymore. The dirty bugger bites hard! I pull him up to me and begin to kiss him again, reacquainting myself with his mouth. I want to laugh again, as he becomes distracted from the kiss by the need to get my pants off. I want to torture him longer, but decide against it and shimmy out of my pants.

Skin on skin feels heavenly and I groan out loud. Schuldich takes a moment to kiss his way down to my toes, rudely neglecting the area that is practically begging for his touch. Which, I am ashamed to say, is most likely a wise decision on his part. I'm not sure how long I would last if he touched me, or, worse, sucked me into the heat of his mouth. I groan again at the mere thought.

"Mmmm, I like to hear you, baby," he whispers into my skin. I almost want to warn him that I'm not terribly vocal but then he does something with tongue and fingers that makes me cry out in pleasure. Maybe I've changed in my old age.

"Or maybe I'm just that good," he chastens. Damn, he's in my thoughts. Oh well.

I roll myself into a sitting position and decide to take matters into my own hands, literally. I lean down and wrap both of my hands around his rather impressive erection. I wait a moment for any smart-aleck comments, and when he remains silent I gently pull upward. After a moment I slide one hand down to cradle his balls while the other hand rhythmically squeezes the head of his cock. Schuldich throws his head back in ecstasy as I lean down to lap at the weeping slit before engulfing the head in my mouth. His hips jerk upward in response and I begin sliding him down my throat. My tongue makes gentle swirling motions around the hard shaft as my hand continues its gentle massage of his testicles.

"Please, I want to be inside you," he whimpers at me. With a last, laving lick I pull my mouth away. He'll have to return the favor to me sometime… I'm dying to see his bright head over my lap; the idea itself is enough to set my blood pounding.

"I'll do more than that for you," he promises, taking the thought from my mind again. I find I mind it less and less, that can't be a good thing.

With a show of force, Schuldich pushes me up against the headboard and ravishes my mouth with his own. He's making low, keening noises of need and I find that I enjoy his sounds far more than I should. Maybe he's corrupting me. Schuldich gives a snort at that thought.

I lean away for a moment to search for lube, but find that Schuldich has already hidden it under the pillow. Someone is awfully sure of themselves, now aren't they? He nods his head against my stomach in response. That's OK, I don't mind that either.

I flinch slightly as his cold fingers breach me, more because of the slimy coldness than anything else. His strokes are long and sure and his fingers feel good but don't give me the deep, full feeling that I crave. Still, it's erotic the way he's slowly torturing me with his fingers and licking my belly. His long hair is creating a whisper of friction on my poor cock, enough to make me crazy but not enough for release.

Before I know it he is scissoring three fingers into me and my hips are rocking on his hand like he holds my salvation. His licking has descended and I feel him sucking on my inner thigh. At least he'll bruise me where no-one else can see… that's my last rational thought as he hits my sweet spot and stars burst before my eyes. He is so in synch with me that Schuldich groans for me. And that turns me on even more.

"Please, please, now," I mumble incoherently. Thank god he can read my mind and knows what I want, because I'm beyond being able to express it vocally. Suddenly his fingers disappear and I want to whimper with their loss.

Without any conscious thought my legs are on his shoulders and I feel his blunt cock spearing into me. It's delicious and heaven and I never want it to end. With what strength I still have I force my hips downward and impale myself on him. Schuldich, knowing instinctively what I need keeps himself as deep in me as he can and simply begins to rock our hips together. The tip of him is banging insistently against my prostate and I know that I won't last much longer.

Soon he starts pulling out partially and slamming back home with a viscous will, and I need that too. I am nothing now but a creature of want and need and desire. My hands are clawing at his arms as he rides me into oblivion. Suddenly, without warning, his hand has enveloped my length and is pulling at it. His palm is still slick with lube and after a moment I begin to spasm as I flood into his hand. I hear him saying something, but I can't hear over the pounding of my own heart, and he climaxes within me and collapses.

Hilarity overcomes me again and I am grateful that I am flexible, or this would hurt like hell. I manage to disentangle my legs and wrap them around the upper part of his thighs while Schuldich is capable of simply panting in my ear. How romantic.

Well, it looks like he's the type to fall asleep after good sex so it's up to me to clean us off. I wriggle out from under him to do so, with his shirt I might add, and then curl up around him again. I had hoped that this feeling would wane after having sex, but it seems that I have more than a passing attraction for this asshole. That thought earns me a glare, and really, I was just seeing if he was still listening. I begin combing my fingers through his hair, the silky strands stick to my fingers with static and I do my best to pat down the now unruly locks.

"Stop it, you'll just make it worse," he grumbles at me. I think a nasty thought about fops and long hair, which earns me a sharp knee in my side. I settle down my thoughts and work on locking him out again, which really is my only option.

"Stop that, too. I like hearing you. You should grow your own hair, promise you won't cut it for a while," he gripes sleepily. It's really kind of cute the faces he makes while fighting to stay awake for me. A groggy green eye opens to glare at me and I do my best to look innocent, or, failing that, just look bland.

"If you want," I concede before closing my own eyes. Sheesh, he's supposed to be the psychic one, but I know he won't sleep unless I do. Perv. I wince as the knee hits it mark again before drifting off into sleep.

~*~ I used Babelfish to translate this into German:

Farfarello