Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sharp & Guilty Pleasure Arc ❯ Interlude 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

Thanks, as always, goes to my beta Chelle for making me sound way more polished than I am.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

Interlude 1

 

My heart goes Boum-Boum-Boum
Every time I think of you
Inside its Boum-Boum-Boum
Lost control what shall I do?

`Cause I wanna be your lover
'Till the end of our lives
I could never miss again
these loving eyes

 

Enigma- “Boum-Boum” from the album Voyageur

 

 

~Schuldig~

 

I left Yohji drowsing in the rumpled bed with more reluctance than I would have thought at the beginning of the evening. My mind felt clearer and lighter than it had in years. I owed Yohji for that. Whatever I had found special about Yohji's mind, it had given me this feeling.

 

I had been well loved by him. I could have called it just fucking or screwing or any number of crude words, but what he had done to me was more like lovemaking than I had ever had. I had, oddly enough, felt it safe to let go of the tight control I kept on my mental shields and just enjoyed the sensations Yohji piled on me. I had never done that before. I had never dared or wanted to before. I wanted to be his regular lover. I was going to be his regular lover.

 

I was already making plans to see him again. His body was built for sex and his mind was an absolute pleasure to slide into. I wanted to slide into his body like he had slid into mine; like I had slid into his mind. I felt myself growing hard as I walked and smoked a cigarette just thinking about it. I knew it was dangerous. If Crawford ever found out, the beating I had gotten from Takatori with the golf club was going to be a cake walk compared to what Crawford would do. I didn't think he'd kill me, I was too valuable for my mental gift, but he would make me hurt. I found I didn't care. I wanted more of what Yohji had to offer. I think if I wasn't careful, it could border on obsession for Yohji.

 

My one problem was Aya. Yohji still wanted Aya. I couldn't see Aya denying the pleasure of Yohji; if Aya even knew that Yohji wanted him. I knew that Yohji had been dropping hints to Aya about his interest. I had scooped that little tidbit from his mind. But it didn't seem like Aya was picking up on the interest. I was thinking that it was going to take something big to shock Aya into seeing what Yohji was offering to him.

 

Yohji hadn't used me as a stand in for Aya, which surprised me. I could have given him the illusion of being Aya, but he had wanted me under him. I had offered only to have Yohji get surprisingly angry and kiss me with a brutality that both surprised and aroused me. He told me in no uncertain terms that he was with me for the night and not anybody else. He then made me moan and beg under him as he thrust into me fiercely; letting me feel his desire as he did his best to fuck me through the mattress. I was surprised that I wasn't walking funny from that last bout. I was exhausted but in the best possible way.

 

I entered the house I shared with the other members of Schwartz and heaved a mental sigh of relief when I could only detect the sleeping minds of the others. I was opening my bedroom door when Crawford opened the door to his room and looked at his watch before staring at me. I knew I looked like I had just spent the night being thoroughly debauched. My clothes were wrinkled from where they had laid on the floor and my hair was coming loose from the braid that it had been tied in. I probably had some suspicious teeth marks on my neck and chest. I knew I smelled like sex. It made a smirk twitch my lips.

 

“Did you have a good night Schuldig?” he asked pointedly with another glance at the watch.

 

“Blew away all my expectations. Don't look so uptight Brad. You should go out once and a while to get your brains screwed out. Might take that stick out of your ass.”

 

Brad scowled at me before grunting and closing his door with a forceful click. I smiled broadly. I had pissed off Brad without really doing anything and it was barely six am. I was going to have a spectacular day and I, indirectly, had Yohji to thank for that too. I could hardly wait until I could get him naked again and shored up my mental shields to keep this precious treasure from any prying minds. Yohji was my Vergnügen, my Pleasure and I wasn't going to let anyone keep me from him.

 

 

~Yohji~

 

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling as I smoked. I was pleasantly buzzed from all the sexual excess that Schuldig had to offer. It was great to find someone who revelled in sex as much as I did. I had just somehow known the man was going to be incredible between the sheets. That sweet little mind thing he did was almost enough to blow my circuits. I wouldn't mind having another go at him. He made me wonder though.

 

He had asked me if I wanted him to “be Aya”. He knew that I wanted Aya. I hadn't known he could do something like that until he had actually started to look like Aya. It would have been kinky as all hell and fulfilled a fantasy I was thinking about more and more often, but I knew it wasn't real. I wanted the real Aya in my bed. I had actually lost my temper with him for suggesting it and got a little rough with him. No complaints from him though. I think he liked it. That was a little bit of information I was filing away for later use.

 

I was surprised at his whole attitude though. It was like the Schuldig I had fought during missions was an evil twin to the one I took to my bed. The Schuldig in my bed had been open and honest in what he liked. Never once did I feel threatened by him although I was starting to think that we had badly underestimated his mental skills. If he could make me think I had Aya under me, for even a moment, it made me wonder what else he could do.

 

I sighed as I finished my smoke and dragged myself to the bathroom. I needed to get a little cleaned up before I could fall asleep. I smelled of sex and sweat. Not that I minded that but I was also a little sticky and I hated to wake up that way. On the way out of the bathroom, I bumped into the red-head that I had gone out to try and forget. I got the Extra-Special-Super-Duper-Aya-Death-Glare and just had to tease him.

 

“You're up early,” he grunted as he tried to move past me into the bathroom.

 

“Haven't been to sleep,” I replied as I ran a hand down my bare chest and skimmed a nipple just to see if he noticed.

 

His eyes flickered briefly over the motion and something moved through them. That was interesting and completely unexpected. Tonight had been full of surprises.

 

“Just make sure your latest conquest is gone by the time we open the shop. I don't want Omi seeing some woman leaving your room again,” Aya ordered with a scowl as he forced his way past me.

 

The bare skin of my chest brushed against the bare skin of his arm. I bit back a groan at the contact. I had taken Schuldig three times and just the casual contact of Aya's skin on mine made me hard again.

 

I swear the Devil lives in my head. It's the only reason I said what I did.

 

“Who said it was a woman I brought home last night?” I asked as I sauntered back to my room.

 

I resisted the urge to look back at Aya but I could feel the absolute shock radiating from him. Good. Let him think on what that meant. Sooner or later I was going to get Aya into bed with me. I was hoping for sooner but I could wait for later if I had too.