Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Hangover ❯ Mental Torture Hurts God ( Chapter 1 )

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\\Schuldig's telepathic thoughts//

~ ~

Schuldig woke with a headache and a bad taste in his mouth. He slit one bleary eye open to look at his clock, which showed him it was early afternoon. He closed his eyes tightly against the bright sunlight and groaned. For him to have even the slightest hangover he must have wildly overindulged the night before. He was generally proud of his capacity for alcohol. When one went out so often to drink and find a new bedmate, one couldn't let the liquor have too much of an effect.

He stretched a little and tried to burrow under his pillow, but the light found him there, too. Distantly he realized he could hear someone in the kitchen making lunch, and food was starting to sound good. He wasn't gong to let a stupid headache affect him the least bit.

Schu lazily tried to conjure a mental picture of the person he'd "dated" the night before as he began to climb out of bed, but failed. He grunted softly - maybe he'd struck out and come home alone. He stretched hugely and scratched his belly. What the? he thought, finding flaky patches. He was suddenly wide awake and stared down at himself stupidly. Yeah, that was definitely what he thought it was.

He looked around the room to make sure it was his own. Yes, he was at home. He never brought anyone here both because he didn't want anyone to know where he lived and because he didn't think he'd be able to sneak anyone past all three of his teammates. When he found someone to have sex with he usually went to their place or a hotel, though there had been a few encounters in alleyways and coatrooms when he was younger. No matter where he ended up, he always cleaned up before he came home.

Even though his headache was increasing, Schu did reach the unavoidable conclusion. He'd had sex with someone in his bed. No matter how drunk he'd been the night before he wouldn't have brought a stranger home. This meant two things.

He'd had sex with a member of Schwarz.

And he didn't remember which one.

~ ~

After his shower he felt a bit better.

Damn, he thought, doing a quick scan to see if anyone was in the hallway. Of any number of people one might has sex with and forget about, these three are not ones he'd choose. If any of them got mad, they could do him serious damage. If they ganged up on him, it would mean major torture.

It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to any of them, because they were all attractive in their own ways. Schwarz was the closest thing to a family any of them had, and you didn't mess with that. Maybe a real relationship could work out between two teammates (the two couples of Weiss came to mind) but you didn't just mess around with them. What if you took advantage and someone's feelings were hurt? Crawford could send him on missions guaranteed to get him killed. Nagi was telekinetic and could do terrible things to his body. Farfarello - well, he shivered at the thought.

Since he couldn't hide this, he'd just have to be honest and hope he got credit for it. Everyone would be mad and roll their eyes at him for a bit, but it could all blow over soon.

He stepped slowly into the kitchen, hanging back by the door. At that moment he hated the fact that all three team members had developed effective shields against him. His life would certainly be easier if he could just scan and apologize. Instead he had to do it to the whole room.

"I would like to say I'm sorry to whoever I took advantage of last night," he said as solemnly as possible.

"Why are you telling us this?" Crawford asked testily from behind a newspaper.

Schuldig looked around for some sign of recognition from any of them, but Crawford's face was hidden and Nagi and Farfarello just blinked at him over the enormous sandwich they were sharing. "Because it was one of you."

Crawford lowered his paper and arched his brow. "Which one of us?"
"I don't remember," Schuldig mumbled.

"What do you mean, took advantage?" Nagi asked, eyes wide.

"You don't remember?" Crawford growled.

"Do you mean sex?" Nagi asked eagerly.

"Nagi, stop!" Crawford said severely.

"Well, he didn't really say," Nagi pouted.

"Why don't you remember?" Farfarello asked around a big bite of sandwich.

"Alcohol," Schuldig said quietly.

"You know, drinking too much is supposed to stunt your growth," Nagi interjected.

"So you've been drinking a lot, eh?" Schuldig retorted.

"Hey!" Nagi sputtered. "I'm only 15! I'm still growing." He crossed his arms and put on his best huffy expression. "See if I tell you if it was me. I say we let you suffer now."

Crawford's lips quirked a little. "An excellent opportunity, really. I'm not going to tell him either."

Farfarello shrugged and took his plate to the sink. "Let me know if the plan changes."

As Schuldig considered Farfarello an actual friend, he tried to get through to him. "Come on, Farfie. After all we've been through?"
Farfarello assumed his best deadpan maniac expression. "Mental torture hurts God."

\\Well hell, now he's never gonna help me.//

"Good enough then," Crawford said, snapping his paper shut. "I do expect you to give a full and sincere apology, Schuldig. Consider this a lesson in prudence. Never drink more than you can handle and never take advantage of your teammates." Crawford left with all the dignity of an emperor, and Farfarello and Nagi cheekily followed in his train.

\\I'm doomed.//

~ ~

Schuldig spent the rest of the day in his room, trying to avoid everyone. It was getting dark, but he didn't think he'd be going out. The thought of sneaking out past everyone made his stomach churn. Or maybe that was hunger - he hadn't eaten since lunch.

Nearly at that exact moment, Nagi knocked and let himself in. He carried a bamboo tray laden with food. "We bribed Crawford to cook. He made lasagna, and there's some salad and bread, too. I thought you'd be hungry since you've been in here all day."

Schuldig forced a smile and accepted the tray. Crawford really was a good cook, it would be a shame to waste it. He was so happy with the food that it took a moment for him to realize that Nagi was sitting on the chair next to his bed, staring at him.

\\What?// he asked telepathically, as his mouth was full.

Nagi's lip started to tremble. "How could you?" he asked quietly, his voice sounding choked.

Schuldig felt his stomach drop. No, not the kid.

"I'm only 15," Nagi whispered. "I didn't know you'd had that much to drink." He blinked his eyes to keep from crying. "You said I was beautiful, and that you thought of me. Had been thinking about me. You said you needed me and I," he sighed and tried to regain control of himself, "I thought you meant it. Like you actually had feelings about me." He glared at Schuldig and stilled his quivering lip. "But you're just a drunken slut. You used me and then don't even have the dignity to remember."

Schuldig's mouth hung open, a look of abject horror on his face. What the hell had he done? He put aside the tray and grabbed Nagi's hands. The boy's shoulders were shaking as if he were crying.

"I swear I'll make this up to you. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry." He looked up at Nagi, trying to gauge his reaction. "Just tell me what I have to do."

Nagi's shoulders shook harder and he made a little snorting noise. Schuldig thought he was having a breakdown, until he snorted again. Was he laughing?

Nagi couldn't control himself anymore. His shoulders shook as he began giggling uncontrollably. He really was crying now and held his stomach to keep from collapsing.

Schuldig jumped to his feet, completely livid. The kid had lied and made him feel like a total bastard, and he was laughing! Maybe he should kill him. Fifteen was too young to screw, but was it too young to kill? Right now he didn't think so.

Then he heard the laughter from the hall - Farfarello's cackle and Crawford's hearty chuckle. All of them had been in on it! They were all against him, and after he'd been so honest and contrite.

But what could he do? He was wrong, and he hated being wrong. He didn't feel remorse about much, but he did about this. Apparently he was at the mercy of three sick senses of humor.

His door burst open and Farfarello trotted in, smiling gleefully. He picked Nagi up, still sputtering and choking on his laughter, and threw him over his shoulder. "Mental torture hurts God," he smiled, and scampered out of Schu's room.

Well, hell.

~ ~

Schuldig made sure his door was licked, braced the chair against it and for good measure blocked it with his dresser. Okay, his entire team was conspiring to torture him, so he'd have to deal with that. The real problem was that at some point he was going to have to find the real person and apologize.

Having been teased so harshly by the others, he let himself think about what had happened. Obviously he should be sorry he got drunk and forgot who he screwed. However, the other person wasn't drunk, right? So other than the forgetting, why should he really be sorry? The other person had willingly had sex with him, right?

He certainly hadn't raped anyone, and hadn't really taken advantage, either. They shouldn't be allowed to torture him like this. It was out of proportion to his supposed crime.

So he had to break up their unholy union before they tormented him to death. Schuldig smiled, regaining some of his normal spirit, and went to Farf's room.

Farf was sitting on his bed with his knives spread in a sparkling array on the blanket. He ignored Schu, picking up a knife, testing it in his hand, licking it and replacing it in its precise position. The blanket was red satin, a gift from Schu for his birthday, and it made them shine like diamonds.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself today," Schu said, then instantly felt like an ass. That wasn't going to get him the sympathy vote.

"I did. It's been boring here lately," Farf said, eyes fixed on his knives.

"Do you know who it was?" Schu perched on the end of the bed, careful not to disturb the knives.

"Yes," Farf nodded.

Schuldig kept silent, since it usually worked to get the Irishman to volunteer more information. Of course it didn't work this time because that was just the kind of day he'd been having. "Will you tell me who it was?"

Farf raised his eyes for a moment. "Who do you want it to be?"

Schuldig rolled his eyes. "I wish it weren't any of you!"

Farf nodded and returned to his knives. "You don't really like any of us that way."

"That doesn't matter. I think you're all attractive, you know," he fumbled, trying to figure out what to say, "but it's not like I'm looking for sex around the house now."

"We're all happy you've kept it far away," Farf chuckled.

"Me too," Schu relaxed. "Don't want you all to scare away my dates."

"They have to have strong stomachs to be with you."

"Please!" Schu sputtered good-naturedly. "I am absolutely perfect."

"Except for your memory." Farf seemed to be completely enjoying himself.

Schuldig crossed his hands over his heart as if he'd been shot and draped dramatically over the edge of the bed. "My best friend, my bosom companion, to whom I turn in my time of need, and this is how I'm treated."

"Drama queen," Farf smirked, putting away his knives.

"If I promise to let you mentally torture me any time you want, will you tell me who it was?"

Farf pondered for a moment and then shook his head. "No. We bonded. Maybe they'll be my new best friends."

Schu snorted and rolled over. Now that the knives were gone he could lie on his stomach, and Farf joined him. The Irishman reached under the mattress and pulled out a little bag full of sweets. He offered Schu a chocolate and took one himself. "So," Schu asked, mouth full of candy, "what do I have to do to get you to tell me who it was?"

"Why do you think whoever it was had sex with you?"

"Because I'm irresistible?"

Farf swatted him hard enough to bruise. "Maybe out there, but we all know you. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but there's more to you than the flashy ass you are in public."

"Um, thanks."

"Whoever it was either had sex with you because you were drunk and easily available, or because they have a thing for you and took the opportunity presented."

Schu blinked a few times until he finally processed this. "So they took advantage of me."

"Yeah, and it would've worked out fine if you hadn't screwed it up with your big confession in the kitchen."

Somehow he knew he'd end up feeling guilty. "Which do you think it is?"

"Which do you want it to be?"

"I want to apologize and make it go away. I don't like the idea that I was an easy screw. I mean, I can be given the right situation, but the idea of just having sex with one of you kind of makes me anxious. Now if someone has a thing for me, I would hope they weren't taking advantage of me."

Farf squinted at him. "Have you been reading self-help books or something?"

"Oprah."

Farf snorted. "So, if it was someone just wanting sex, you want to know who it is so you can apologize. Now, if it's a crush, what would you do?"

Schu sighed and looked away. "It depends on who it is."

Farf nodded and got up. "Okay, go away. We're having a team meeting and male bonding exercise without you. I think I'm beginning to like mental torture."

"Always good to learn a new skill."

"So, do you remember anything?"
Schu thought hard for several long moments. "I remember kissing. Kissing for a long time."

~ ~

Light murmuring voices from the kitchen were all that broke the nearly eerie silence the next morning. If Schu didn't need coffee so badly, he might have turned tail and run back to the safety of his room. As it was, he steeled his nerves and walked toward the kitchen. He reminded himself he was a very dangerous man, damn it, and he shouldn't be afraid of his roommates!

His stomach dropped when he entered the sunny room. Farf and Crawford merely looked at him expectantly, but Nagi was grinning hugely in anticipation of something.

"Whatever it is, it can wait." Schu carefully skirted the others and poured himself a large cup of coffee. He nursed it quietly.

After a few moments, Nagi's patience was gone. He poked Crawford's shoulder and jerked his head toward Schu.

"Schuldig, why don't you have a seat at the table," Crawford invited dutifully.

Schu signed and joined them. Whatever it was, they were all obviously entertained by it.

Crawford waited until he was all settled before he continued. "As your, um, friends, we have decided to assist you."

"We had a meeting last night," Nagi burst. This earned him a steeply arched eyebrow from Crawford. "Oh, but you take forever!" he whined.

"Nevertheless, as team leader…"

"We're going to help you!"

Farf nearly choked on his cereal as Nagi interrupted the stiff American again. He kept his good eye toward the table, in case cutlery started to fly.

Nagi and Crawford then started bitching at each other, but after nearly five minutes Schu wearily raised his hand in surrender. "How are you going to help me?" They stopped yelling and Nagi grinned again. Oh shit.

"I told them that all you remembered was kissing," Farf said.

"So we're all going to kiss you, in case it brings back your memory," Nagi supplied helpfully.

Schu blinked. "All of you?" Nagi nodded. Schu looked at Crawford. "Even you?"

The American nodded. "After much discussion, I am convinced it will cause more anguish for you than for me, so that makes it worth it for me."

Schu downed the dregs of his coffee in one huge gulp. He tried to think of a way to get out of it, but even his clever brain failed. They could make him do it if they wanted.

Nagi was making shooing motions with his hands, urging Farf and Crawford up and out of their seats. He had them stand in a receiving line by the sink. "We're ready!" he clapped.

Schu, with all the eagerness of a child getting a shot, left the table and stood in front of Crawford. He felt awkward when faced with the challenging glint in the other man's eye. Finally exasperated with the whole thing, Crawford grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a powerful kiss. Their lips mashed together until Crawford pulled back just enough to open and plunder Schu's mouth. The other man tasted a bit like coffee, and obviously knew what he was doing. By the time Crawford pulled back, Schu was leaning slightly into his body and had to blink a few times to clear his head.

Crawford smirked smugly and sat back down at the table.

Nagi looked a bit offended. He moved forward and pulled Schu's face down with his hair. The kid tasted like strawberries and his lips were lush and soft. Obviously trying to emulate the older man, he too opened his mouth and took. Still, the effect was gentle and exploratory, and Schu desperately hoped he wasn't Nagi's first kiss. He drew away eventually, and Nagi's expression was sweet and dreamy. Schu kissed him affectionately on the forehead and nudged him toward Brad.

That left Farf. Schu smiled manfully and stepped in front of his friend. Farf blinked a few times, waiting. Farf did that to him sometimes. He'd just not talk, unsettling Schu so he just kept volunteering more information. This was not the time for his little mind game, though. Schu put his fingers gently under Farf's chin and drew their mouths together. He tasted like cinnamon toast. Schu forced himself not to chuckle.

Farf drew away before Schu could get too involved and strolled back to the table.

"So," Nagi asked, "did you remember?"

Schu blinked a couple of times, looking at the men at the table. "No, I'm sorry."

~ ~

Which was a total lie, of course. He'd figured it out nearly immediately there in the kitchen, and had been hiding in his room ever since. There was some payback in store.

He'd been trying to avoid dwelling on it all day. He didn't want to analyze how he felt or what would happen later. Instead he focused on the immediate confrontation and how he wanted that to go.

He did a quick mental scan of the perpetrator's room and found him there. The others weren't in the apartment at all. Perfect.

Unfortunately, when he got there the room was pitch dark. Only one lonely thread of light fell from the high window to the far corner. That's when he saw him, sitting in the corner soaking up the pale light.

"So you remembered?" Farf asked softly.

"Enough." Schu closed the door behind him and joined Farf in the corner. "Why?"

Farf shifted with a small sigh. "I suppose you expect me to have a good explanation."

"I expect something." Farf fell silent and Schu squirmed uncomfortably. "Damn it, don't keep quiet so I keep talking!"

Farf snorted and smiled. "I don't have a good explanation. I just," he shrugged for emphasis, "wanted to."

"You know we all make allowances for your occasional insanity, but that's no excuse for such a crap answer." Farf could only blink at him in surprise. "So you wanted to. Did you want to like you're glad it's done now, or you wanted to because you'd wanted to for awhile?" Okay, so that's not what he meant to ask. His mouth was always getting him into trouble.

"Which do you want it to be?"

"Nope, no, you can't do that," Schu shook his head fervently. "I have been tormented for too long to make it that easy."

Farf sighed. "I've thought about it a few times, I guess. And then you came home talking about how you hadn't found anybody to play with. You came in here, and you were pacing and telling me all about your night, when you weren't tripping over your own feet. I thought you were drunk enough that I could get away with kissing you, you know, just to see what it was like. But then you kissed me back."

Schu felt his stomach tighten at the thought. That morning all of the kisses had affected him. Crawford's had been all animal power, and Nagi's reminded him of his own explorations as a youth. But Farf, when they'd kissed it had pulled or clawed at his gut, at once familiar and awkward. He'd had to admit to himself then that maybe after he'd become friends with Farf he'd thought of him sexually every so often. Okay, so more frequently lately as they'd become closer.

They were friends. They talked and hung out in a way that neither did with anyone else. Schu was to the point that he very likely needed Farf in his life, and when someone was that important to you, you did not screw around with them.

Schu was still analyzing everything when he felt a slight pressure on his mouth. Farf shyly kissed him, lips closed, but pulled back when he got no response. He blinked his eye rapidly and pulled away, rejected. He was starting to stand up and leave when he felt a firm grip on his elbow.

"Don't," Schu pleaded, pulling his friend back down. Farf pulled his arm away but remained seated. "You just took me by surprise."

"You should just push me away now."

"Well, despite what you're always telling me, I'm not that much of a stupid ass." He kissed Farf to calm him. "If you didn't want me to figure it out, why did you let Nagi have the kissing contest?"
Farf snorted. "I talked him out of the spanking contest. You should be thankful."

"I'm surrounded by hentais."

"We keep your life interesting."

Schu pulled him closer for a tender kiss, which soon gained intensity. He pressed Farf's shoulders back against the wall, but their bodies weren't yet touching. Schu nibbled lightly on the Irishman's lower lip and fondled it with his tongue.

Farf dug his fingers into the backs of Schu's arms and pulled him closer. They were both kneeling now, Schu's knees cradling the other man's beneath him. Their bodies drifted closer together, but their kisses vacillated between gentle and feral.

Schu pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Farf's eye was glazed, and he felt pride at causing that flush and the pink plump lips. Kissing agreed with him obviously. He decided breathing was overrated and dove back in, tangling his hands in short silver hair and pulling them tightly together.

Farf dug his fingers into Schu's hips. Contact was all that mattered. Contact and pressure, oh yes, and friction! He grinned as their clothed erections brushed briefly and decided he liked it. He pushed his hips forward again. Yes, he liked that a lot.

Schu chuckled to himself. Leave it to Farf to discover something and immediately become obsessive about it. Being the bossy ass everyone knew him to be, he decided to take control before Farf ended it before they were even naked.

Naked was a very good idea, Schu thought, twisting Farf's stretchy shirt in his hands and tugging. The damnable obstacle fought him though, merely pulling away from pale skin. He had to pull back completely to get leverage, and Farf finally had to raise his arms and help.

\\Hate that shirt.// Schu grumbled mentally.

Farf snorted. "I thought with all your experience you'd be better at undressing people."

The German's pride was offended a bit at that. He'd have to make his lover regret teasing.

Suddenly everything was overwhelming. All coherent thought fled as tongues tangled, hands explored, and clothes flew from bodies frantic with passion. Two pale bodied glowed and glistened in the wan moonlight as they finally shed the last barriers and funny revealed themselves.

Farf's eye squeezed shut as Schu explored the complicated map of scars covering his body. Only here, with him, did he not concern himself with them. Schu knew, and he wasn't intimidated by them. The thought warmed him, or maybe it was because Schu was sucking his ear. He shuddered and pulled the German close so he could return the favor.

Schu's ear was very sensitive and Farf's hot mouth made him shiver. His hips bucked, pressing together their hot dripping erections. Farf moaned and fell back, only to stop with a thud as he hit the wall.

Schu bit his tongue to stop his chuckle as Farf's face shoed annoyance and surprise. If he didn't distract him, his lover would probably start slicing the wall to teach it a lesson. They were still cramped in the corner. A change of venue was in order. He pulled Farf to his feet and led him to the big crimson bed, obscenely pleased at his lover's dazed expression.

Farf watched as Schu jumped on the bed and smiled as he bounded. He was like a kid sometimes, taking happiness where he could find it. Schu gathered his wits and kneeled on the bright blanket, reaching for him, but Farf wasn't ready yet. He let his eye trail possessively over the beautiful man in his bed. Schu had that look on his face that he got when he thought he knew something you didn't, but Farf wasn't concerned about that. He was blinded by Schu's flawless pale skin which glowed like a beacon even in the weak light.

Schu looked wanton and elegant all at the same time, and Farf barely restrained a smile. Apparently he had a thing for complicated men. Schu just waited while Farf stared at him. The red hair was massed in wild disarray with some pieces completely vertical. Farf slowly raked his gaze down that elegantly sculpted body to Schu's cock, red and pulsing with life in a nest of soft red curls. This part of him was as beautiful as the rest, longer and wider than one might expect and currently throbbing with need for Farf. This made the Irishman smile and finally move toward the bed.

Although Schu was impressed into silence by Farf's stark silver beauty, he was going to make him pay for making him wait. As Farf climbed onto the bed and leaned toward him, he grabbed his shoulder and rolled. Farf was panting beneath him now, the true red bedspread accentuating his flush.

Farf, not one to be pushed around even if he was on the bottom, instantly wrapped his legs about the redhead's waist and rubbed their erections together. Two gasps, two moans, two heads thrown back in ecstasy. Their hips found a rhythm as they rolled and ground together. Farf raked his fingers down Schu's back hard enough to leave welts as Schu licked and nibbled his jaw and neck. Farf, never known for his patience, pulled Schu's hair to get his attention, though their bodies never stopped moving. "Lube," he panted, "in the…yeah, do that again…drawer."

Schu disentangled himself just enough to grasp the handle, and he pulled so hard the drawer nearly fell out. He didn't want to pull away from the writhing man under him to see, so he just started pulling things out. A switchblade, a knife sharpening kit, a stuffed bear Nagi had given him, breath mints, and eye patch, and finally lube. \\Plain?/

"We can buy a variety pack later!" Farf protested, pulling Schu back. "Fuck me now, or I go for my knife."

Orders like that Schu had no problem taking, but a gentle reminder of who was on top wouldn't hurt. He put the lube by Farf's hip and lazily licked his way down the front of his body, nipping the collarbone, nuzzling the insides of his elbows, gently biting erect nipples. He flicked his tongue in and out of the panting man's bellybutton, earning him quickly smothered laughter. Apparently Farf was ticklish, the thin delicate skin of his hips got special attention and Schu languished there until Farf pointedly poked him under his chin with the proof of how all this was affecting him.

Farf gasped and arched his back as Schu finally took him in his mouth. He was swallowed slowly, licked like candy and released, only to be taken deeper each time. He decided it was torture, but he wasn't going to complain. Schu's mouth was hot and his tongue talented, and he seemed to enjoy his work. When Farf started panting Schu smirked and started to hum. Farf choked and cried out, and it was almost a relief when he felt the first slick finger enter him. The torture was only getting worse, but at least it was progress.

Schu suckled Farf's heavy balls and that magical bundle of nerves just behind as he slid in another finger. He picked up a heady rhythm with his fingers and felt like gloating when Farf's hips thrust to meet them. Fondly cupping the sack in his hand, he took Farf's cock back into his mouth and slipped in his third finger, stretching carefully. Farf nearly folded in half as he found that other bundle of nerves, and Schu's hair was instantly gripped by needy hands.

"Now, Schuldig, want you now."

Schu released the Irishman, leaning in for a deep tangling kiss while he slid lube on his willful erection. "Okay, baby," he said as he pulled away. "I'll take care of you." He pushed in very slowly and relaxed when the first ring of muscle accepted him. He didn't care that Farf couldn't feel pain, this was not reason to rush.

Farf bucked and rolled his hips, trying to draw Schu in. he opened his eye to see the redhead steadying himself and taking cleansing breaths or something. Well, that just wouldn't do. Farf smirked, drew his legs up, and pulled those slender hips down with all his might.

Schu nearly passed out when he felt himself plunged into that tight gripping heat. Apparently Farf didn't feel he was that delicate. Well, he didn't need to be told twice.

He grabbed Farf's knees and pressed them out, opening the Irishman wide. He grinned as he pulled out very slowly, only to plunge back in. Farf seemed to love the plunging but hate the slow withdrawal, so Schu did it again. And again.

The man under him was so, so hot, though, and he couldn't keep his control. When he saw Farf grip himself and begin a slow pumping, his resistance snapped. All plunging, all the time, he drive himself heedlessly in and out of Farf until he thought he'd go blind from sensory overload. He was so hot, and so responsive, releasing moans and agonized mewling sounds.

Schu had to distract himself and pushed his mouth into Farf's neck to taste him there. He bit him at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning him a grunt from the man below. He was rapidly losing control and was a bit disappointed. He wanted this so bad and it had to last.

Farf was consumed by sensations. Their sweat-slick chests pressed together as Schu suckled his neck and his exploring fingers made Schu twitch. Farf felt full and overwhelmed and maybe complete for the first time since he realized he was missing something.

\\Farf.//

"What?" he grunted, moving his knees to Schu's shoulders.

\\Are you trying to kill me?// Schu visibly collected himself and resumed a slower rhythm. \\I want to see you when you come.//

Farf started blankly and clenched down, smiling at the squeak that squeezed from the German. "I'm on the bottom. You can't help but see me."

"Sass is inappropriate here," Schu smiled, spanking Farf's ass quickly.

"Fine, I'll try to keep my eye open." A quick sheen of vulnerability passed over Farf's face but disappeared quickly. "I want to see you, too. And I want to see you when you see me."

\\Great. Enough talk.// Schu braced himself on his hands for leverage and quickened his pace. With Farf's legs over his shoulders he was able to hit deep and keep rubbing over the prostate. Farf's eye popped closed every time he did that, and the pillow he was clutching was beginning to shred from stress.

Farf grabbed the headboard for leverage and arched his hips up so that Schu was able to brush his prostate with every deep thrust. He could feel the tingling spreading all over his body overwhelming him. Schu gasped above him at the unbelievable pressure. He thrust hard and deep and fast, panting Farf's name as he pounded into him.

Schu stroked Farf's neglected erection until the Irishman came, gasping and groaning yet fighting to keep his eye open to watch Schu as he came all over their bellies. The German surrendered then, coming with a shuddering moan and a smile for the beautiful man beneath him.

They collapsed in a tangle of sticky limbs on the sadly abused blanket, cuddling together and trying to catch their breath.

"I get to be on top next time," Farf whispered.

"Maybe," Schu smirked.

"I was on top when you were drunk."

"Now that I would have remembered."