Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Rematch ❯ Rematch ( One-Shot )

Rematch

by Shakaku

Author's note: Well this one wasn't exactly easy to write. It was originally going to be a SchuldichxFarfarello fic >_< Oh well, Brad and Nagi are pretty cute together.

Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this fic. I'm just using them for my own twisted purposes ^_~

"It's your move, Crawford," Nagi said mock-politely after calmly stealing the lead in their game of Chess. It was only the two of them playing, as Farfarello was already unconscious from blood loss, and Schuldich had fallen asleep early in the game. The said telepath was currently curled up on the floor, completely surrounded and covered by several heavy blankets. That was probably for the best…he had come down with a bad fever a few weeks back, and obviously hadn't fully recovered yet.

"Go Nagi," Crawford's voice rang out, interrupting the boy's thoughts. He surveyed the board, frowning as Brad's tactics finally dawned on him. Let your guard down for one instant…

"I'm going to win," Crawford said decisively as Nagi took his Knight.

"Hmph…you don't know that for sure… You're wrong sometimes," he mumbled, trying to figure a way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into.

"Not this time," the precognitive drawled, the edge of his mouth turning up in a grin. He moved his Rook across the board, "Checkmate. You're getting sloppy, Nagi."

Well…damn.

Crawford chuckled softly. He loved winning. And he always won.

"Craw-chan, that's not fair. You cheated!" Nagi threw a pawn at Crawford with his mind.

Brad twitched and brushed the piece away, more annoyed at the accusation, "And when did I do that, Nagi?" Prodigy always looked so cute when he was angry.

"It must've been when I left to room to check on Farfarello! You probably moved my pieces!" Nagi crossed his arms, shifting back on the couch.

"Don't do this. You always do this. Why can't you just lose respectably for once?" Crawford pinched the bridge of his nose, seeing more than feeling the headache that was about to come on. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, the vision of a later occurrence filling his senses. He gasped softly, but the noise was barely audible over Nagi's complaints.

"Because…I always lose. Can't you just let me win someday, just to make me feel better?" Nagi continued, too wrapped up in the conversation to notice Brad's change of expression.

"No," he said, his voice even more clipped than usual. Crawford stood up rather stiffly and exited the room, leaving Nagi to deal with cleaning up the Chess pieces.

He rounded into his very large, very white bedroom. The same image as before had been coming to him more and more often, and the senses surrounding it were becoming stronger as well. Crawford softly pushed the door closed behind him, not bothering to lock it. None of Schwarz ever entered his room without knocking…it was sort of an unspoken rule.

Once the door was securely shut, he let out a soft sigh and slumped over to his bed, crawling rather uncharacteristically over the covers. He let out another gasp, the image hitting him again in full force.

The vision of himself stepped out of his bathroom after a long shower, the smaller-than-usual towel around his waist barely covering his valuables. He stopped, seeing two big, black eyes looked back at him from his bedroom.

"Crawford?" Beautiful lips, set under twin blushing cheeks.

No…he wasn't a pedophile. He didn't like… The images kicked forward, skipping what he thought were probably key parts.

A moan escaped his lips as the small hands in his vision clutched pathetically to his shoulders, legs encircling his waist to pull them even closer. The pale skin pressed up against his body was already sweating profusely with the effort, and he could feel his own breathing speed up, as it did every time in the vision. He had it memorized. The way their forms fit together. The way that tiny mouth caught his again and again, and gasped for air in between their savage kisses. The way they moved together, and moaned out together, and came together, shaking and crying out in ecstasy. And how the vision always ended, leaving Crawford feeling vulnerable…and dirty.

He removed his hand from his pants, where it'd found its way sometime during the vision. After wiping the residue off, he made his way to the bathroom adjoining his room and took a long, cold shower. He sighed softly, stepping out onto the tile.

Crawford frowned, noticing that Schuldich had forgotten to do the laundry again. He grabbed the backup towel off the rack, wrapping it around himself precariously. The cloth definitely wouldn't have been his first choice. It was usually used to clean up messes whenever Farfarello bled himself where he wasn't "supposed to." With this in mind, he stepped out of his bathroom, and stopped cold.

Two big, black eyes were staring back at him from his bed.

"Crawford?" The precog's attention focused on moving lips, and traveled slowly up past twin blushing cheeks to meet those eyes. Those beautiful eyes that had haunted his dreams for so long were now unashamedly roaming over his body.

"Nagi…what…?"<p> He could feel himself heating up again…it was so much like his vision. The future could be changed. He could walk out right now, and never go through any of those sickeningly wonderful actions. That's what he wanted…right?

Hell no.

"I just thought…I wanted…" he was cut off as Crawford semi-lunged forward, capturing his mouth in a strong, hungry kiss. The older man thrust his tongue into the boy's mouth, shoving him back onto the bed. Nagi moaned into his mouth. He was taken completely aback by his leader's actions, but that didn't mean he was going to back down.

They broke apart after a few minutes, both breathing heavily.

"I just wanted…" Nagi swallowed, lips swelling slightly, "…chess…a rematch." A huge smile lit up his face, "But…I guess this will work, too."