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Jealous Lover

Author's Notes: We all love our love triangles, don't we? Weiss Kreuz is so great to offer so many different combinations. Anyway, this is a love triangle that goes wrong. Schuldig and Youji love each other, then Brad admits he loves Schuldig. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I've never written a rape fic...and this one just kinda appeared in my head. It took me two hours to write. x_X Oh, and this is a one-shot so I highly doubt there will be a continuation. (Sorry!)

Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something.

Key:

[...] Flashback

<...> Telepathic speech

italics One's own thoughts

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The street was dark, lit only by a couple street lights. He finished off the cigarette he'd been smoking and entered the apartment building. He reached the elevator and pushed the button. While waiting for the elevator to come down, he thought back to the conversation he had before saying good-night to Youji that night.

["You sure you don't want to stay the night?" Youji asked.

"Yeah, I gotta get home before Brad gets pissed that I've been out this late again. He's so motherly." Schuldig laughed at the last statement.

Youji laughed too, "I hope that's the only thing he is."

"What are you implying?" Schuldig's emerald eyes narrowed.

"Nothing. I mean...it's just us two, right?"

"Of course."

"You promise that?"

"Yes. I promise that."]

The elevator let out a sharp ding, knocking him out of his own reverie. He stepped inside, hitting the button that would take him to the floor that the Schwarz suite was on.

Little did he know that before he stepped into the apartment that Brad was also awake.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" Schuldig joked, closing and locking the door behind him. Well, it was nearly two in the morning and Brad was an early riser, demanding a strict six hours of sleep, too.

"I found out where you've been going the past few weeks," Brad said, ignoring Schuldig's comment and rising from the couch where he had been seated.

"Well, I knew it couldn't be kept a secret for long. You always have your nose in my love life, after all," Schuldig said, and then added as an afterthought, "We're in love, so don't even think about trying to break us up, like you did with Nagi and Tot."

"I'll admit something to you," Brad said, approaching the German, "I'm in love as well."

"That's great Brad," Schuldig stated with disinterest, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat hanger, "I'm sure she or he is happy to be with you, ne?"

When he turned to face the American again, he found that Brad had moved closer until he stood only about two feet from the German. This sudden closeness in the gap of space they always reserved when they were around each other startled Schuldig a bit and he took a few steps back, until the wall behind him didn't allow him to back up any further.

Brad pressed his hands against Schuldig's arms, keeping him against the wall. Schuldig's eyes widened as Brad leaned in and kissed him. He kept his mouth still, not responding to the kiss at all as Brad's tongue ran along Schuldig's teeth, seeking entrance in his mouth.

<Brad--what are you doing?> Schuldig asked franticly.

<Kissing you.>

<But the one you love-->

"Is you, idiot," Mocha brown eyes stared into emerald after the one-sided kiss had ended.

Schuldig chuckled a bit, moving forward from the wall, "Oh come on Brad, you've got to be joking, right?"

Brad shoved Schuldig back against the wall, and the German's head banged against the firm wall, "I'm serious."

Schuldig winced as pain rushed through his head, he already had a headache, "But I already have Youji. And I told him--no--I promised him that it would be just me and him. And I want to keep that promise, cause I love him, Brad. I love Youji."

Brad kissed him again, this time using his hand to hold Schuldig's jaw and force it to open.

<What are you doing Brad?!>

Schuldig pushed Brad away with the arm that the American wasn't holding down. Brad paused, glaring at Schuldig.

"Stop it," Schuldig told him.

"No."

After initializing the third kiss, Brad pressed his body against Schuldig's trying to get any sort of response from the younger man. The only response he got was a searing pain on his lower lip after Schuldig bit him, hard.

Brad cursed in pain, stepping away from Schuldig. He brought his hand to his lip, feeling the wound. Blood stained his fingers, and he used the back of his hand to wipe at the blood that trickled down his chin.

Schuldig watched Brad, his eyes holding a certain fear of the situation now. In all his years of working alongside the American, he had never inflicted any pain on him. Of course, Brad had never come at him like this. A sudden foreboding in his chest told trouble for him lie ahead.

Brad licked at his lip, the blood had started to clot a bit. The look in his brown eyes signaled Schuldig that he was now acting on impulse. Brad backhanded Schuldig across the face then grabbed him roughly by the arm and pushed him onto the couch a few feet away.

Schuldig fell onto the plush cushions, grateful that his head didn't hit the firm armrest. His eyes widened when Brad straddled his legs.

"You really shouldn't have done that," Brad told him, still fingering the wound.

"Look, I'm sorry ok?" Schuldig apologized, "Get off me!"

He sucked in his breath when he felt Brad's hands run up his shirt. Schuldig squirmed to get away from him. He wished that he'd stayed with Youji tonight. Why didn't he stay with him tonight? Surely a flower shop full of assassins was safer than this!

"Brad, stop!" Schuldig pleaded, "Are you drunk or something?!"

Now that he thought of it, he did smell alcohol on the American. He thought it had been himself who smelled of alcohol, due to the fact that he and Youji had been clubbing that night. It was no surprise that he should reek of the smells in a dance club, but Brad, as Schuldig had just noticed, smelled of that familiar substance too.

"No, I'm perfectly fine," the American answered.

"You're not! I know you're not! You wouldn't do this!" Schuldig continued to squirm as Brad groped him, "You can be such a bastard sometimes, but I know you wouldn't do this to me, Brad!"

Brad's only answer came in the form of him unbuttoning Schuldig's shirt, to kiss the toned white flesh underneath.

"Stop it I said!" Schuldig shouted.

"Quit fighting and you might enjoy this," Brad told him.

"I'm not at all! Can't you just stop? I'll pretend this never happened if you do. I'll just go to Youji's tonight and come back in the morning to take care of you when you've got your hangover. Just please--"

"You're not going back tonight, you're staying with me," Brad spoke while undoing Schuldig's pants.

Schuldig grabbed Brad's hands, trying to stop him, "Fine. If you stop, I'll stay here."

"No you won't. As soon as I get off you, you'll run for the door."

"I won't!"

Brad ignored him, his hands getting out of Schuldig's grip and continuing to work Schuldig's pants off.

"Prepared, weren't you?" Brad noted that Schuldig wasn't wearing anything under his pants, "You're always prepared for a good fuck, aren't you?"

Schuldig closed his eyes, wishing that he'd been born with telekinetic powers. Wait, the boy! He knew Farfarello was locked up, but Nagi would come to his aid.

"NAGI!!"

Brad covered Schuldig's mouth with his hand, and leaned in close to the German's face, "Don't you know? Nagi isn't here."

Where? Oh. A field trip. Schuldig remembered briefly of Nagi mentioning a class field trip to Kyoto that weekend. For a moment he wondered if Brad had planned this down to that last detail. The American had always been the mastermind of plotting and planning.

Schuldig sighed in defeat, going completely numb. No one would stop this, unless Brad changed his mind. It didn't even seem that he would. Maybe he could imagine he was somewhere else. Maybe he could imagine this was Youji. No...then he would start to enjoy it. He did not want to enjoy this situation. Even if Youji were to do something like this to him, he would not enjoy it.

Schuldig, Schuldig, wake up. You're only dreaming. When you open your eyes, you'll be in Youji's room. His arm around you, holding you possessively like he always does, he told himself.

"Open your eyes."

Schuldig did, not noticing the few tears that slipped unguarded down his face. For a moment, he thought he convinced himself. But no, there sat Brad on top of him. Wait...naked? Had Schuldig lost himself to his own fantasies that he did not even notice when the American unclothed himself?

Damn. And I could've escaped too.

"Stop crying," Brad ordered, positioning Schuldig's body for entry.

"What?" Schuldig blinked and more tears continued to flow. He wiped them away with the back of his hand. He stared at the unfamiliar wetness on his hand.

Suddenly a searing pain cut through him as Brad pushed roughly inside of him. Schuldig screamed in pain, his entire body locking in the shock.

"Brad, you didn't even--!!"

"I want you now," Brad interrupted, thrusting in deeper.

Schuldig screamed again, more tears falling down his face.

Brad pulled out, pushing in again, igniting the same reaction from the German under him that he'd gotten already. Schuldig's shouts of pain didn't faze him as he continued to thrust in, pulling out just enough, before pushing back in. He continued this pattern, until he worked up to a climax.

"Brad stop it! You're hurting me!" the pain was only there, as he felt no amount of pleasure as Brad took him. The pain turned into a dull numb feeling as he tried to push it to the back of his thoughts.

The American's body shuddered as he climaxed, releasing his seed into Schuldig's unwanting body. He pulled out, then collapsed on the German's chest, his breath and heartbeat slowly returning to it's normal pace.

"Get off me," Schuldig's voice was hoarse from screaming.

Brad sat up, looking at the man below him, then leaned down, placing a kiss on Schuldig's lips.

"I did it out of love," he insisted.

Schuldig shook his head, "Love doesn't hurt like this."

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Author's Notes: Sooooo...how'd you like/dislike this fic? Tell me by reviewing! (Hehehe...and to think today I was all "I think I'm going to stop writing fanfiction for awhile." Then this fic appears out of no where...)

Schu: x_@ Ow, dammit, my ass...

Brad: I love being a bastard in fanfics. ^_^v

Youji: You BITCH! You raped my Schuldig! *cracks whip and comes after Brad*

Brad: Eep! *hides behind Pyrochan, who is lots shorter than him*

Pyrochan: *sighs* Why did I write this again? I'm telling ya, all love triangles are solved with threesomes, then everybody gets some. XD