Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ THE LONG JOURNEY HOME ❯ MEANWHILE ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

"Nagi, Nagi, Nagi, looking up that henti shit again. Or are you still dreaming over that little brunette from your class, like you were last night, in your bed?" Schuldich laughed bitterly at his own joke after it was apparent that Nagi wasn't going to.
"Stay OUT of MY head!" Nagi coldly yelled at the flame haired German.
"Not my fault you don’t have shields." Schuldich told him letting his lips twist in to the familiar smirk that was his mask.
"I do." Nagi shot back. Trying to ignore the man and get back to the report he was working on for Crawford.
"Yeah, but you'd be surprised how much you let slip bishonen." the German replied as he turned to find better pray. His last statement though had been far from joking. It was true. Nagi thought he was good, but really Schuldich had seen more of Nagi then he guessed even the boy himself knew still existed. He quickly pushed those thoughts aside though as he came to the reason of his little stroll. Crawford's office. He lazily pushed the door open and locked it behind him. He was ready to give Crawford a break. When he seen Crawford though, he dropped the sensual look from his face. Crawford’s eyes were slightly tipped back in to his head and unfocused, glasses discarded, hands stilled in the middle of what he had been doing. He was having a vision. Suddenly the man in question let out a large breath of air and shock himself out a little.
"What'd you see?" Schu asked his long time lover.
"I don't know for sure. Something bad though. And you're at the center of it. But I don't know what or how or anything. It's too vague to make any sense of." Crawford responded, looking up in to the emerald eyes of the man who owned his heart.
"Then, lets not worry about it. Cause right now, the only bad thing I'm planning on being at the center of is my own plan for you, and me, and now." Schu spoke in a purr as he walked around the desk to sit on Crawford's lap, straddling his hips. Before he could protest, Schu pressed forward, claiming Crawford's lips for his own. Melding their bodies together in a way long ago learned. Normally Crawford would at least make an attempt at holding Schu off and going back to work. Today though, right now, he wanted this as bad as his hormone driven lover did. Brad thrust his tongue back against Schu's, groaning as Schu pushed his hips forward, rubbing their erections together through the layers of clothing. Too much clothing. Hungry fingers quickly removed Schu's shirt from his muscular shoulders, shoving it off and down to a pile on the ground with his own. Brad's hands stilled slightly as he began to work at Schu’s pants, his head rolled back and it was nearly a minute before he was able to regain control from the ministrations Schu’s tongue was giving to his nipples. Lightly sucking, nipping, and licking the already hardened pebbles to no end. Before either realized it had even happened, they were both laying next to the desk naked. Schu on top of Brad, both devouring each others mouths as their bodies rubbed together, heating them both even more. Finally, it was time to stop teasing, Schu quickly grabbed the small tube out of Brad's bottom desk draw. This was far from the first time they hadn't made it to their room. Brad's moan filled the air as skilled hands quickly lubed his straining erection. Brad grabbed for the tube then, intent on stretching and preparing Schu, not wanting there to be any discomfort.
"Nein, just take me. We've done this enough I'll be fine." Schu whispered against Brad's ear as he moved to position himself. Brad didn't question him, slowly thrusting up into the tight heat that was Schu.
"Oh, god!" he moaned out once fully seated. Pausing, against his body’s wants, to allow Schu to adjust.
"Move Brad. I want you to fuck me, now!" Schu moaned out as he began to lift his own self up before quickly pushing back down on to Brad, meeting his upward thrusts. Soon a rhythm was found and they were pounding together, letting pleased moans and near screams of each others names float around the room in proof of the pure ecstasy that they were in. When he could feel his own need building up to that precious point, Brad quickened his thrusts, stoking Schu's prostrate with every push. He then wrapped his hand on Schu's erection pressed between them. All it took was two quick stokes from Brad to send Schu falling over the edge. As he felt his lover clench down to the point of near pain around him, Brad too found release, shooting his seed deep inside of his lover. Together they collapsed in to a pile or limbs and sweaty bodies. Needing nothing but the comfort of each other. They were content to fall asleep in each others arms right there nestled behind Brad's desk. Brad held the red headed telepath tight against his chest as he watched the man that held his heart fall asleep. Somewhere in his head he wondered if Schuldich ever hated him for what he did. The guilt still filled his heart. Knowing that back when he had first taken Schu in he had killed the only other person that had ever held Schuldich’s heart. It had taken three bullets, and then it was over. He knew for a while Schu had hated him for that. He still lived with the guilt that Schu still might hate him deep down. But that was his own guilt to hold. Just as Schu held enough to call himself Schuldich, Brad held his own. But even at that, it had been far from the first time he had killed someone in that matter. And far from the last. Brad Crawford knew that he would never see the last, no, he would kill till the very day he died and found his own spot in hell. And with those thoughts still lingering he pulled his lover closer and fell in to a dreamless sleep.