Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Valentine's Day ❯ Prologue

Title: Perfect Valentine's Day

Rating: R

Warnings: yaoi, slight OOC, violence, language

Pairings: Brad/Schu, mentions of Nagi/Tot

Disclaimer: I don't own WK or any of it's associated characters.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Schuldich wants Crawford

Archive: No...this is a giftfic for Portia. If you want it, ask her.

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The first thing he noticed was the soft rustling of fabric. The quiet swishing of clothes woke him from his peaceful slumber. The next thing he noticed was that it was slightly chilly under the covers. Stretching his limbs across the mattress, he found that the coldness was from the lack of his bedmate. More than slightly awake and grumpy at the fact he had been left alone, Schuldich poked his sleep mussed head from under the covers. The sight that greeted him didn't make him any happier.

Crawford was already dressed and just finishing fixing his tie. He made no move to even recognize the fact that Schuldich was awake or even in the room. Feeling, oddly, somewhat insulted, the German pushed himself out of bed and slunk towards the other man. He pressed his naked body against the clean, white suit that Crawford always wore. He wrapped his arms around the American's waist and nipped at the exposed part of his neck. Crawford only paused in his activities to give Schuldich an annoyed glance and push the man off of him. Non-pulsed, Schuldich again pressed against Crawford.

/There's no business today. Why don't we spend the morning in bed this time? That's always more interesting than work./

"You're getting my suit dirty." was the crisp response. Schuldich backed off, a frown replacing his usual smirk for a moment. As Crawford finished getting ready, the German was once again his usual self.

/This wouldn't have to do with tomorrow being that American holiday. What was is called? Valentine's Day?/

"Is it?"

"I'm not too sure. After all, I'm not the American."

Crawford straightened suddenly before walking briskly out of the room. Schuldich stood alone in the room slightly uncertain at his lover's behavior. Before he closed the door, Crawford paused, pushing his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

"I never paid much attention to the holidays." The door softly clicked closed.

"That bastard. What does he think he's doing, taking Farfarello with him. Never telling us what we're doing or just leaving us to sit here and do nothing."

"Crawford has his reasons." Schuldich sulked against the wall while Nagi continued his work on the computer.

"You're not mad because Crawford is still letting you see that Schreient girl. What was her name....?"

"Tot." Nagi cut off Schuldich before he could start anything, "And I don't see why you should be mad; as long as you and Crawford keep sleeping together."

"Nagi...never knew you where a voyeur." Schuldich smirked as he leaned against the computer desk allowing himself a better view of the boy's face, "You jealous? You could join us sometime; I wouldn't have any problems with it..."

"You're loud enough that anyone could hear you." came the biting reply. Nagi continued with his work, not even bothering to glance at the red head, "If you're so bored, why don't you do something for tomorrow?"

"Eh? Tomorrow? What for?"

"Valentine's Day." Schuldich looked down at Nagi in surprise. He never figured the reclusive boy to think about holidays or care for them. He had never shown interest in one before.

"Since when did you care about a holiday? And an American one nonetheless?"

"Tot likes them." Nagi replied softly, his hands slowing in his work just slightly. The momentary lapse did not go unnoticed by the German. Pushing himself off the desk, Schuldich stretched lazily before leaving the room.

"Just make sure your feelings for that girl don't get in the way of your work."

"You should be taking your own advice." Schuldich heard before the door closed. He stared at the door a moment then walked away shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Stupid brat. What does he know about Valentine's Day anyway? Telling me what to do..." Now bored and barred from annoying Nagi, Schuldich threw himself on the couch and picked up the TV remote. He casually flipped through the channels until deciding on one of the more popular programs he saw. A few minutes later, he felt his eyes begin to close and sleep take hold. Just as he was about to give in, a particularly loud commercial blasted across the TV screen. The red head jerked at the interruption, turned down the volume and was about to try sleeping again when he looked more closely at the screen.

It was a commercial for the American holiday; one made by a jewelry store. What caught his attention weren't the candle lit tables or the ring the man was presenting to the woman, but the bouquet of flowers he had presented to her. Flowers were a sign of affection; more so on this day than any other. And Schuldich was sure he knew where the best flowers would be. In a little shop run by four kittens. His lip curled in a smirk as he followed that train of thought.

"Maybe I will take Nagi's advice."

"Let's go, Farfarello."

The named man looked up from the man he was currently torturing to turn his one eye on the emotionless man. He pressed his knife further into the man's throat, drawing blood as he did so.

"A slow death hurts God."

"That may be so, but we have no time for it now. You can torture someone later." Crawford walked away from the Irish man making his statement final. Farfarello stared after the man for a moment before turning to his victim and cutting his throat. He left the man to die and followed the American, licking his blade clean on the way.

Crawford had just opened the driver side door of his car when Farfarello joined him. A couple passed by the two not even noticing them. The male leaned down to whisper something to the girl by his side. The girl giggled and clung to the man even more tightly. Both members of Schwartz looked on indifferently until Crawford got in the car and closed the door. Once his companion joined him, Crawford pulled out into the traffic.

"Love doesn't hurt God." The remark was said with disdain.

"Love can hurt God, though," Crawford replied without taking his eyes from the road. "If used against someone, love can destroy God. People abuse love without even knowing it. That's what's so beautiful about the emotion. The destruction it wreaks is greater than the joy it gives."

Farfarello stared at the American with his good eye. He showed no sign of having acknowledged what Crawford had said. The two Schwartz members rode in relative silence through the city. Suddenly, Crawford pulled over and quickly exited the car. He straightened his suit before starting to walk towards a building a block away.

"Farfarello, stay there. If you leave the car you'll be punished."

It was late afternoon by the time Schuldich was able to make it to his destination. There was hardly a customer around which made the setting that much better. The German paused outside the shop to observe his prey for a moment. All four of them were there. Two of them were working on some arrangements in the back of the shop while another was cleaning one of the freezers. The fourth was right in front of him, oblivious to his presence. A feral grin curled Schuldich's mouth. This would be too easy.

The bell jingled merrily announcing the presence of another customer. Schuldich winced as all eyes turned to him. He hadn't counted on the bell. He hid his irritation and smirked at the flower boys. Sauntering up to the closest, Schuldich slung his arm around his shoulders. The other three men flinched and one was actually standing in a fighting position.

/Now, now kittens./ he purred, his smirk still in place, /Let's not jump to conclusions. I'm not here for a fight. I just wanted some flowers./

"What do you want?" Schuldich turned his attention to the brunette that had spoken. He tightened his arm around the small blonde and grinned as he watched the other three tense even more. Beside him, the boy was staring at him in surprise, anger and hate. How fun it would be to delve into that fucked up mind of his. But that pleasure would have to wait. He was here for a reason.

"Oi, I already said I was here for flowers."

"Like hell you would be." A voice floated from the back of the shop. Schuldich smirked as he watched his fighting counterpart reach for the cutting knife close by.

/I wouldn't do that, Balinese./

Youji flinched at the use of his codename, but did as the German suggested. With an air of superiority, Schuldich strode around the shop, stopping every now and then to study one arrangement or another. He stopped once he had reached the shop counter. Casually, he leaned against it, not bothering to look at the four assassins.

"Oi, what's a good arrangement for Valentine's Day?"

The other occupants of the shop paused. He was really, just here, for flowers? Omi was the first to respond. Cautiously, Omi made his way past the Schwartz telepath and grabbed some flowers from a nearby shelf.

"If you're looking for something simple," he began, still keeping a safe distance from the German, "these are quite popular. And they're not too expensive."

Schuldich studied the proffered pot for a moment before tossing it aside.

"No....not quite what I'm looking for." Schuldich paused and thought for a moment, "Do you have anything that means cold-hearted bastard?"

He didn't need to turn around to see the reactions of the four assassins. He slipped through each of their minds for a second, and nearly laughed at Youji's.

"Maa, Kudou. A rose may be a nice thought but I think it'd have to be black."

"We don't have what you're looking for." Aya replied crisply, returning to his work. The other three followed Aya's example but where stopped when Schulidch grabbed an arrangement off of the shelf next to him.

"I'll take these."

Schuldich growled as he continued flipping through the channels. Crawford hadn't been home all day. The telepath had had the day planned as well; a quick fuck in the morning followed by breakfast, give him the flowers, another quick fuck, maybe mess with someone's mind if he had time, then another fuck before bed. But no. The damned precog had probably seen his intentions and was now avoiding him.

"'Che. Even Nagi's probably getting some now and I'm stuck here, watching TV. Great way to get off."

The door to the room opened but Schuldich refused to acknowledge the intruder. He continued flipping through the channels occasionally commenting on the people he saw.

"Air-head, bastard, sex deprived, pedophile, slut..."

"Schuldich, get ready. We're going out." Still, the German refused to turn around and kept up his commentary.

"Conceited, asshole, bastard, tight-ass..."

"Schuldich! Now."

Languidly, Schuldich turned off the TV, stood and stretched. He turned and sauntered out the room and grabbed his coat. Returning, he saw Crawford waiting patiently with his arms crossed and head slightly bent. Not looking up, the American spun around and opened the door, not bothering to check that Schuldich was following. He quickly got into his car and just as Schuldich had closed his door, he pulled out into traffic. Schuldich kept his customary smirk in place as they rode in silence. Blocks slid by until Crawford stopped and parked in front of an extravagant building. Schuldich eyed the building as he stepped out of the car.

"What kind of hit do we have here?" he questioned, reaching in his jacket for his gun. Crawford stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"We're not here for work." he replied as he walked to the building's entrance. He nodded curtly to the doorman and continued on his way. Schuldich followed the Schwartz leader, ignoring the door man on his way in. A low whistle emitted from the German as he took in their surroundings. Waiters and waitresses were hurrying around providing richly dresses patrons with foods and delicious looking deserts. Schuldich knew this place would be expensive; hell, the reservations probably cost half a months salary.

They were lead to a table near the back of the restaurant. Crawford sat down as though it was nothing more than a casual dinner and implied Schuldich should follow.

"Getting a bit fancy, aren't we Crawford?" Schuldich drawled as he sipped the wine that had been brought, nodding to the waitress. He didn't miss the glare his dinner partner through the woman.

"Don't get any ideas. I've been wanting to come here for some time. This is nothing more than an ordinary dinner."

'Whatever you say, Crawford.'

The dinner was nice. The food was delicious and Schuldich had the chance to mess with a few couples. He was pleasantly buzzed by the time the made it home. While Crawford seemed intent on not celebrating Valentine's Day, Schuldich was not that willing to pass up a good fuck. He retrieved the flowers he had bought the day before and walked over to the precog placing them on the table before him. Crawford looked at the pot for a moment and Schuldich merely smirked as he looked on. Seconds later, the pot shattered on the wall behind Schuldich. Not one expression crossed the German's face as the flowers had flown within inches of his head.

Just as suddenly, Schuldich found himself bent over and pinned against the table. Merely smiled as he felt Crawford's bruising grip on his wrists; the pain in his ribs and stomach something he savored. Crawford's breath was hot against his ear. This was the Brad Crawford he had come to lust after.

"Flowers? Is that your meaning of a sick joke? Were you wanting a romantic Valentine's Day, Schuldich? You thought that buying me a present would make me want you? You're more messed up than I thought. Why would anyone want a whore like you? Someone that fucks the first thing that offers; that gets a high off of messing with people's minds, enemy or friend?" Schuldich said nothing. If he did, the game would end. He would lose. Crawford grabbed at his partner's pants, pulling them down. He pumped against the German pushing him into the counter even more.

"This what you want? Is this all you ever think about?" Crawford made quick work of his own clothing and pushed into the telepath. Schuldich bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Valentine's Day is meaningless, Schuldich. Love and emotion have no purpose. People want to be used, abused and left to die. Love can't overcome the hate everyone feels for each other."

Schuldich had quit listening to his leader long ago. All that mattered was the mixture of pain and pleasure he felt. Everything was focused on the point of penetration. Still refusing to make a sound, Schuldich came, the blood from his lip dripping and bursting into tiny stars as they hit the table top. He knew Crawford had come as well because he no longer felt the American's body against his own. His eyes gleamed in triumph as he watched the man walk down the hall and into his room. With great care, Schuldich cleaned himself up and followed his cold lover.

It was the coldness that woke him up. This time, he didn't take the time to stretch. His head slid out from under the covers to take in the familiar form of Crawford getting dressed. Once again, he slunk over to the man and pressed his own naked body against the clothed one of his lover. No words were exchanged that morning as Crawford left. Schuldich stretched once the door closed and returned to the bed. Not even bothering to call after the man.

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AN: *whew* Well, I started this a good month before V-Day. Unfortunately, I didn't know really what I was writing at the time and once I got back to school....well...school kicked my ass for about a month and is still having fun torturing my dead body. I got motivated to finish it for Portia's B-day *happy birthday!!! *hugs** and did it just in time ^_^ Please excuse the OOC-ness of Crawford and Schuldich. I've never written them before and tried my best to keep them in character. As stated before, this is a giftfic for Portia, so please don't take it without permission.

~~Lady Cosmos