Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ scarlet sunset ❯ Scarlet Sunset ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Scarlet Sunset [Part 3 out of 3]

Author: Farfarello

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, angst, lemon and some disturbing content

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me...

Farfarello was seated on his bed reading verses from the Bible which was resting on his pillow. He was too engrossed in his trance-like chanting that he didn't seem to notice when Crawford entered the room. The Irishman only noticed the other's presence when the American sat down on the bed.

Farfarello looked up from his Bible, the only thing that he had when he was first found and brought to Esset. Crawford looked at that lone amber eye as he cleared his throat before speaking. "Farfarello... we need to talk."

The trembling of the American's voice made the amber-eyed boy's ears perk up... he knew there was something wrong. "It is something that even you yourself cannot comprehend." Farfarello finally said as he closed the Bible. "Something that has burdened you and has tested your limits."

Crawford could hardly speak, there were so many things he had to say, so many things he had to get out of his head but he couldn't get them out. He looked at the boy beside him and asked, "Jei, do you trust me?"

An amber eye narrowed at the mention of the name, "Jei is dead... Farfarello killed him." Came the reply that was nearly spat out. The Irishman looked at Crawford dangerously yet still willing to listen at whatever he had to say.

The American reached out and held Farfarello's face with both hands and repeated the question, "Jei look at me and tell me... do you trust me?" Confusion crossed the smaller boy's features as he tried to back away but the taller man held him in place. "What do you want from me Brad?"

Farfarello could feel his heart race, his mind couldn't register what their leader was doing. "Answer me... please Jei... I need to know." Crawford looked at the slighter boy, his brown eye pleading as he moved his face closer to the other.

"I-I don't know..." The words were spoken hesitantly, Farfarello had stopped struggling and was now looking straight into the American's eyes. "I don't know..."

"I want you to trust me Jei... just for this one time... trust me..." Crawford whispered as he pressed his lips against the Irishman's for a kiss. Farfarello's good eye widened as he started to struggle once more though it was almost done half-heartedly.

Crawford could feel the smaller boy's lips against his, those sweet lips that he had wanted to claim for so long. He placed a hand at the back of Farfarello's neck and pulled him even closer, the American's tongue slipping inside the boy's mouth as he whimpered.

The Irishman could feel himself press against his friend's body, seeking the warmth it provided. He had long developed a certain attraction to Crawford, knowing that the other man cared for him more than anybody else.

Hesitantly, Farfarello moved his tongue to meet Crawfords, languidly lacing with each other like a sensual dance. Crawford's heart nearly burst as he felt the silver-haired boy respond to his kiss since he never really expected to get one.

Finally, Crawford drew back, leaving them both panting and catching their breath. A hand ghosted down Farfarello's vest, undoing the buttons as it went then pressing a palm down the expanse of the insane man's chest.

The American stared at the various scars that criss-crossed Farfarello's torso, running light finger tips over long healed scars as well as new ones, lips following his chosen path. Farfarello arched towards the touch, fingers tangling themselves in his lover's raven hair as he let out a muffled moan.

Crawford's lips ran up to Farfarellos throat, feeling the boy's whimpers as his hands roamed down the younger boy's torso feeling the muscles tense up as he went. He could hardly contain himself, his body was on fire, burning with so much pent up passion and yearning for Farfarello... his Farfarello.

The American's hands lingered at the top of the Irishman's pants, agile fingers quickly pulled down the zipper, releasing Farfarello's raging erection. "Ahnnnnnn...." Farfarello moaned pushing his hips forward as Crawford wrapped his fingers tightly around his aching arousal.

Crawford was drowning in the Irishman's sounds of pleasure as he ran his fingers up and down the heated flesh causing Farfarello to thrash helplessly as he groaned, "Brad... Brad don't stop... don's stop..." over and over again. He captured the amber-eyed boy's lips once again, devouring the warm cavern mercilessly as he pulled off Farfarello's pants, leaving the slighter boy completely naked on his lap.

Farfarello fumbled with the buttons of Crawford's dress shirt, tugging whatever he could aching for more contact. The American's resolve was deteriorating fast as he slid his thumb across the moistened slit of the Irishman's arousal making the boy buck and cry out hoarsely. "Brad... I need you..."

That was the last straw before Crawford pressed the boy face front on the covers, running his tongue down the Irishman's back while nearly tearing his clothes off himself. Finally relieving himself of the constricting business suit, he then straddled the smaller boy's hips and ground his burning arousal against Farfarello's rear, moaning into his partner's neck hotly.

Crawford's hand fumbled for whatever he could use as lubricant, he found the bottle of shampoo he had bought Farfarello the week before, giving it no further thought, he opened the bottle. Farfarello suddenly jerked from beneath him and grabbed the bottle from Crawford roughly. "No."

The American looked blankly at the Irishman, his thoughts incoherent as he sat there. "I want you to take me Brad... take me without this." Farfarello stated, throwing the bottle to a dark corner of the room. "I want to feel you..."

Crawford took a deep breath, he knew it was going to hurt but Farfarello wanted it so he decided to do it his way. He pressed the head of his aching member into the boy's tight entrance, feeling the rings of muscle struggle to accommodate him.

A strangled cry escaped Farfarello's lips causing the older man to freeze in place. "...hnnnn... move Brad..." The silver-haired boy groaned as he arched up to the penetration, lips parted as he let out a series of "ahhhhhhs..." until Crawford was all the way inside him.

Without warning, Crawford flipped the smaller boy over and started pounding into the velvet heat that encased him, reveling in the fiery sensation. Farfarello felt the pain surge through his veins, pain and pleasure mixing as he called out his lover's name over and over.

"Forgive me..." One hard thrust into Farfarello's writhing body. "I'm sorry..." Another hard thrust, making the boy scream his name again. "I love you..." Crawford thrust in again, feeling Farfarello clamp down on him as the Irishman reached his climax, spilling his seed all over Crawford's chest. "Forever..." Brown-eyes slipped closed as the American lost himself in his lover's body, holding the boy tight against him, afraid to let go.

Farfarello collapsed on the bed, his head resting against the older man's chest as Crawford cradled him gently, coaxing him to sleep. He felt his heart well up with an unfamiliar feeling... a feeling he had never felt before...love.

Crawford kissed the Irishman's forehead as he wiped the remains of their love making. "Yes..." Farfarello's voice was hoarse as he spoke, looking up at Crawford's face. "I trust you Brad..." The American took his lover's hand in his and kissed the palm, pressing it against his cheek. "Thank you... I love you Jei..."

"I love you too..." Farfarello managed to reply before his eye slid closed and he fell asleep in Crawford's arms. Crawford looked at his lover's face, Farfarello looked so beautiful even with his pale skin and countless scars, the American loved him more than anything else. "Forgive me Jei..."

"Are you ready Jei?" Crawford asked as he knocked on Farfarello's door. After a short while, Farfarello came out and asked, "Where are we going Brad?" The American tried to steer his gaze from that lone golden eye as he merely took the boy's hand and led him to the car.

Schulderich nodded as they rode off towards town. Crawford looked at his lover who was merely sitting there, looking out of the car window as they drove past the bay when suddenly, Farfarello tugged at his sleeve crying, "Stop the car Brad, I want to go there... to see the sunset!" As he pointed outside.

The American pulled over and both got out of the car to the edge of the pier, gazing at the fiery ball descend from the sky and disappear into the horizon, bathing them in deep scarlet rays. "Sunsets are always beautiful aren't they?" The silver-haired boy asked. Crawford nodded then cupped his chin and kissed him gently. "Beautiful..."

They got into the car once more and Crawford continued to drive until they reached the hospital. "What are we doing here? Do you need to do something here Brad?" Farfarello asked as Crawford opened the door to help him out.

The American was silent, auburn orbs turned down as he took his lover's hand and led him down many hall ways, past various doctors, nurses and patients until they reached a certain door. Crawford knocked on the door and was greeted by the doctor warmly.

The doctor then guided them to a sort of operating room and nodded to Crawford before taking Farfarello's hand and trying to get him into the room. The boy's eye widened as he struggled to break free but a group of other doctors held him back. "Brad!!! Help me! Don't let them take me away!!! Brad... Please don't leave me!!!"

Crawford felt hot tears roll down his cheeks as he watched the doctors strap his beloved down as the boy extended his arm crying, "Brad... please don't let them take me!!!" He watched Farfarello struggle and cry out for him and he couldn't do anything... The pain was too hard to bear so Crawford walked off, he could hear his beloved's pleas over and over that he could barely think straight.

He walked and walked and walked, not knowing where he was going until a voice snapped him out of it. "Mr. Crawford! Mr. Crawford!" A nurse came running to him holding a clipboard. "Please follow me to the room where your friend will be taken after the operation.

Crawford followed the nurse and found himself inside a plain hospital room, he looked at the record that hung on the bed. "Jei..." he read aloud at the name printed on the blank where the name was to be written.

"Hey..." A nasal voice cut into his thoughts, he turned around... "Schu..." The red-head stood there, leaning against the door frame, a bunch of Iris flowers in his arms. "For Far-Jei...:

Crawford nodded and took a single Iris from the bouquet, tears were steadily running down his cheeks but he didn't make an effort to wipe them off. " I did the right thing right Schu?"

Schulderich nodded saying, "He needs another chance... a life he could lead on his own..." Crawford bit his lip, trying to muffle the sobs that wracked his body. "Jei can't see any of us anymore... we carry to many painful memories... memories he should live without... it's for the best..."

The American burst out crying, burying his face in the German's chest. Schulderich let his best friend punch him, shout at him and soak his clothes with tears, he knew how hard it was for Crawford to make this decision.

Calming down at last, Crawford took the Iris and placed it on the bedside table and whispered, "For you Jei..."

"It wasn't a dream, was it Brad?" Schulderich interrupted, throwing the American a side glance. Crawford shook his head... "No... it was a memory..."

Glancing at his watch, the German placed a hand on his best friend's shoulder and mumbled, "We can't stay here any longer... we have to go..." Crawford closed his eyes and slowly followed the red head out of the room.

"I fulfilled my promise Jei... even if you never remember it... I love you..."

~END~

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