Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

The Sharp & Guilty Pleasure arc is the prequel to this story arc.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me and making me sound more polished than I am.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Interlude 1

 

~Schuldig~

 

I was in a foul mood when I got back to the house. The last thing I needed was Brad coming out of his office to meet me in the hall, so naturally, that's what I got. He looked me over, checked his watch, sighed, and motioned me to follow him into his office. I reluctantly slunk after him. I was aroused, frustrated, impatient and ok, yes, a little hurt. This little impromptu to meeting with Brad had the potential to get ugly fast.

 

“Schuldig, can you tell me what has gotten into you lately?” Brad sat behind his desk and removed his glasses.

 

I resisted the urge to smirk and say Yohji and Aya on various occasions. I dropped into a chair just the way I knew would annoy Brad: slouched, feet propped up on the edge of his desk, and long suffering sigh. I waited for the irritated look to cross his face and was disappointed when it didn't come. I didn't answer Brad and closed my eyes, waiting for the speech I was sure I was going to get.

 

“I'm not going to lecture you Schuldig. You're a grown man and fully capable of making your own decisions and choices. But you've been acting erratically the past couple of months and it's starting to affect the team. Nagi saved your ass last mission because you weren't paying attention to things going on around you. I can't have you putting all of us in danger because you're thinking with your dick.”

 

I shot a startled look at Brad and wondered if he had somehow found out who I was doing all those times I left the house and didn't return until early in the morning. That he might have had another vision of Yohji, Aya and me was a possibility. I resisted squirming in the chair and instead pulled out a smoke and lit it to cover my sudden nerves.

 

“You stay out all night. Come home with the dawn. You smell of sex and have all kinds of bite and hickey marks that I can see and more that I'm sure I can't.”

 

I smirked at that comment and blew a perfect smoke ring to cover my amusement. It was completely true. When I went out to be with Yohji and Aya, I didn't come back until I had to. The bites and hickeys weren't just on me. Yohji and Aya had their share as well. And on those nights when somebody was in the mood for a little of the rougher stuff, there were also whip and paddle marks. I resisted the temptation to tell Brad that just to shock him.

 

“I don't care who you screw Schuldig. Just get your head straight. If the sex is as good as it seems to be when you come home, why do you always seem so out of sorts the next day? Brad added softly, sounding genuinely concerned, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Schu?”

 

“It's complicated Brad …and you just said it's none of your business who I screw.”

 

Brad sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, don't tell me. Do what you want but don't fuck up on assignment again.”

 

I finished my cigarette, blowing more smoke rings just to annoy him, before I made my way to the door. I could still feel Yohji and Aya in my head. Neither distance nor my shields kept their thoughts and feelings at bay. The erection I had gotten from mentally joining them earlier was still throbbing and it wasn't being helped by the slow building of warmth, affection and desire I was getting from my two selfish lovers. I knew, without a doubt, that if I concentrated just a little, I could tell exactly what Yohji and Aya were doing together. I could watch the whole new roll in the sheets through their eyes if I applied myself just a little. A low groan escaped me and I stumbled.

 

“Schu?” Brad asked solicitously. I heard him stand and start towards me.

 

“I'm fine. I have a headache. People are noisy tonight. I just need to sleep it off.”

 

I know Brad didn't believe me. I refused to turn and look at him. He'd see the rod in my pants and discover desire that was nipping at my brain. I nearly ran to my room, planning to strip and jack off with Yohji and Aya when they finally came. I felt a twinge of smugness when I thought that they would be surprised to feel my orgasm join theirs. And I would make sure that they would feel mine. I didn't care if Yohji and Aya would be pissed over that. It would take more effort than I thought I could manage to keep it from them.

 

Besides, three orgasms were better than one