Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insanity Darkness ❯ Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

A swallowed cry echoed into the night. "So why do you let her slap you?" Schuldig asked, moving his fingers over the bruise on his lover's cheek. "I would think you'd see that..."

Crawford laughed bitterly, and grabbed Schuldig's wandering hand. "It's the better option, considering the other is holding her down until she gets angry enough to throw someone into the wall with her power." He moved the German's hand to his lips, and sucked on the tips of his fingers.

Schuldig let his lips curve into a rare true smile, and placed his lips on top of Crawford's, stroking his lover's jaw with his long fingers. "So," he breathed against the American's lips. "Think you're up to some fun?"

His lips curled in the mirror of Schuldig's smile. "Why ever did you have to ask." Crawford pressed his lips onto the German's, and parted them to duel with Schuldig's tongue.

~Schuldig laid under him, devouring every inch of sweat slicked skin before him as Crawford traced a line from chest to navel, making the telepath before him twist in pure ecstasy. Crawford flicked his fingers over Schuldig's stomach, and reclaimed the German's mouth.~

"Brad?" Schuldig slid a hand down the American's cheek. "Hey, you have a vision?"

Crawford shook his head, freeing himself of the abnormal vision. "It was nothing." He slowly kissed his way down to Schuldig's chest, then back up again, paying extra attention to the side of the German's neck. He squirmed in Crawford's grip, and threw his clothing off, his lover's clothing joining the discarded threads a moment later.

~"Brad..." Schuldig moaned wordlessly as Crawford suddenly inserted a finger into the German, moving the digits to brush across the spot he had found long ago. "Ah! Brad, please..." He swallowed his cries as the American added another slender finger, staring blindly at the ceiling.~

Crawford blinked at the strength of that vision, the material of his vision an oddity. Sexual visions weren't part of the package, no matter how nice it would have been. His thoughts shredded to the winds as Schuldig rolled onto his back, pulling his lover on top of him. Smirking, Crawford nipped at Schuldig's mouth, then moved with the intention of capturing his ear. Schuldig laid under him, devouring every inch of sweat slicked skin before him as Crawford traced a line from chest to navel, making the telepath before him twist in pure ecstasy. Crawford flicked his fingers over Schuldig's stomach, and reclaimed the German's mouth, then pulled back, memory stealing over him.

"Brad, what's wrong?" the German asked, his eyes clouding over with desire. "Brad..." Schuldig moaned wordlessly as Crawford suddenly inserted a finger into the German, moving the digits to brush across the spot he had found long ago. "Ah! Brad, please..." He swallowed his cries as the American added another slender finger, staring blindly at the ceiling. The fingers pulled out, and Schuldig sent his lover a voiceless protest.

Crawford lifted himself over his German lover for leverage, and plunged into Schuldig, wincing as he gripped Crawford's shoulders tightly. Into the night, cries ripped from the telepath's throat echoed as his lover plunged deeply into his body, brushing across that spot that only Crawford knew so well. Schuldig reached out mentally in the heat of the dance, and pulled his lover into his mind, both of the men sharing their sensations. "Brad...!" Schuldig screamed into the cold nighttime, raising his hips to meet each of the pre-cog's thrusts. His neck arched off the bed, his orange hair spilling over the sheets as Crawford moaned in the back of his throat, the duel feelings arching through the two of them.

~Crawford screamed in agony as he felt the psychic backwash from his lover, desperately wishing that his knees would buckle so he would fall ungracefully to the floor. A trail of blood escaped his lips as he breathed; something was wrong in his lungs. Crawford threw his head back to scream the German's name to the sky.~

At the same time, Crawford mimicked the vision, and howled Schuldig's name as orgasm infused him.

***
"Do you make these plans, Nagi?" Omi asked, his voice sardonic. "Go to school, annoy Schuldig, play with the kitten?"

Nagi glared at the boy. "I thought you couldn't hear my thoughts."

Omi laughed a dry, mocking bark. "Doesn't stop me from guessing." He reached out, and grabbed Nagi's hand, gently intertwining his fingers with the telekinetic's. "So, do you make these plans?"

The Schwarz member swallowed hard, looking down at the twined fingers. "No, actually, I don't plan this." He ran a thumb over the soft skin, marveling at the softness that surpassed his own memory. "I better go get some sheets. So I don't wake up tomorrow with another crick in my neck."

Omi's hand tightened its grip. "No." He tugged gently, and indicated the bed behind him with his other hand. "See all that room? You're going to lay there, and we'll go to sleep curled together like puppies in a litter."

"Aa..." Nagi pulled his fingers out of Omi's grip. "Maybe I should start making plans to play with the kitten..." he mused as he slid into bed next to him, feeling slightly uncomfortable. 'Why the hell am I doing this?'

Omi touched the boy's cheek gently, and placed a soft touch of lips on his forehead. "Go to sleep, Prodigy..."

The telekinetic laughed tiredly. "I was just thinking... how would you like it if I got a Bombay kitten for you?"

Omi followed that thought with exhausted giggles. "So you can say you're coming over to play with the kitten and be completely truthful?" He placed his head under Nagi's, snuggling into the warm as his mind took refuge in the cool quiet of the telekinetic's. "Sounds nice," he whispered as he fell asleep. "Sounds real nice..."

Nagi closed his eyes, and let sleep drift in, one last thought creeping into his fogged mind.

'Where do I come up with these stupid ideas?'

***
Aya turned onto his back, sleep being forced away. He stared at the ceiling, attempting to count the cracks in it. When he came up with the grand total of zero, the redhead turned his head slightly, looking at the chair beside his bed.

Schuldig filled his vision for a moment, and Aya cursed slightly at the sight. It wasn't a new occurrence. His body had finally decided to take on the burden of hormones, and who filled his mind more often than not wasn't someone that he worked with everyday, but someone that he hated, despised, and had to screw at some point. The kiss had been... well, not everything he had expected. Actually, he had imagined his first kiss between him and Schuldig would be longer, and he would actually participate in it!

A familiar litany filled his head about how Schuldig was the enemy, and he couldn't kiss, or sleep with the enemy. But Michiel's voice came back to him.

"You belong to SZ now."

So that didn't make Schuldig the enemy now. Aya could ask the German to do anything to him, knowing that he would accept, and it technically wouldn't be betrayal.

Why wouldn't he, then? In the back of Aya's mind, a voice piped up, chirping happily to the annoyed man that it was because of his vision, seeing Crawford screwing Schuldig senseless. That was the reason he couldn't just admit to Schuldig about his rampant hormones. It had to be.

But, farther back in Aya's mind, another voice, one filled with the knowledge of his new abilities, spoke a different story. He couldn't give up his fantasy because of the last vision he saw before they came too fast to hold on to: Schuldig on top of him, grinding his lower parts into him while eating away at the redhead's mouth.

'Why couldn't I have just had my body focused on Ken, or Omi, or hell, even Youji?!'

***
Michiel stared at the ceiling, sleep not even attempting to overtake her. Her mind kept replaying the scenes earlier in the day, and she flushed as she went over how she lost her anger yet again. Finally, she finished the day in her head, and sighed, placing a pillow over her head.

"Why can't I just get to sleep?" she asked aloud, her voice muffled by the pillow she had placed over her head. "Why can't I just get the nightmares over with?"

She laid there for a few more minutes, and finally sleep stole over her, and Michiel fell quickly into the fertile ground known as her nightmares.

Chapter 12