Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The War of the Roses ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

Schuldig was really glad to see Ran's face appearing above the sofa. He had been lying there for five minutes at least and couldn't see anything besides the ceiling of the living room. He even hadn't caught how Ran had come through the fight therefore he had been extremely relieved when he had heard Ran's voice.

"How did you get here?" Ran asked absolutely surprised.

Schuldig grinned. "Scotty beamed me up, what else. But somehow I can't get up again." He demonstratively wiggled a little bit. "You have to help me up."

Ran rounded the sofa and Schuldig's eyes nearly dropped out of his head. He had seen correct earlier, Ran was wearing only a towel! And a small one too! And WOW did he look great! Lean, but with well defined muscles anyhow. And that skin! Like the most delicate peace of porcelain! Schuldig had to swallow. Suddenly his mouth was absolutely dry and he was feeling awfully hot.

He hardly noticed how Ran lifted up the chair with him sitting in it, because the towel was only mere centimetres in front of his face at that time. He closed his eyes overwhelmed and swallowed again. Even clothed Ran looked good enough to eat, but without his clothes... Schuldig was out of words.

"Schuldig! Are you alright? Say something!"

Schuldig opened his eyes again and wanted to answer that he was alright and Ran needn't to worry about him when his gaze fell on the towel once again. Hadn't it been two millimetres higher just seconds ago? Was it perhaps slipping down??? Hypnotised Schuldig stared at the towel; he didn't want to miss a single millimetre of skin that might possibly show itself.

"Oh no, Schuldig! You're injured! You're bleeding! How did that happen?"

There, the towel had slipped half a centimetre! Schuldig moistened his dry lips. Soon, soon, only a few more centimetres and the towel would completely drop down from Ran's hips!

"Schuldig! Schuldig!"

Schuldig noticed a hand waving in front of his face. With force he tore his gaze away from the slipping towel and looked into Ran's face.

"What?" he asked completely absent-minded.

"You're injured, Schuldig. I have to untie you and attend to your injury! Does it hurt very much?" Ran's concerned voice seemed to come from far away.

"Yes thank you." Schuldig's lowered his gaze to the towel again. A centimetre! He had missed a whole centimetre! And the knot! It was opening! Slowly, really slowly on of the ends of the towel was slipping out of the knot! Hypnotised and without blinking Schuldig stared at the towel. Soon he would know if Ran was a true redhead! He couldn't miss a single second now!!!

Suddenly Ran stepped back and hastily grabbed for the slipping towel. Damn! Just a second longer and Schuldig wouldn't have been limited on guessing any more! He wouldn't get such a good opportunity that soon again. How mean of Ran! Sighing Schuldig raised his gaze and looked into Ran's beet-red face.

"I, I... I just took a shower when the burglars came and didn't have any time to..." Ran stammered and actually blushed even more.

Amused Schuldig only raised his eyebrow. "I'm not bothered by it the slightest bit," he drawled and let his gaze roam over Ran's body, "you can wander around like that the whole time." Ran took another step back and swallowed noticeable. Then he turned around and fled the room.

"Hey, don't you run away again!" Schuldig called after him. Damn, that was becoming a habit. Just when it was getting interesting Ran was running away. `Could it be because of me?' Schuldig mused. But then he discarded that thought again. Why should it be because of him, he hadn't done anything - and how could he when he was tied up like that?

Schuldig sighed again. He hoped Ran would return soon, it was getting really uncomfortable on this chair. And his left arm hurt like hell. Apparently he had injured it during his fall. He looked down at his arm and gasped appalled. There was blood! A lot of blood! Damn, that lunatic with the gun had hit him!

"Ran!" Schuldig cried. How could the Japanese man only run away now? Hadn't he noticed that Schuldig was injured? At least Ran could have untied him! Outraged about the lack of attention the Weiß was showing him Schuldig took a deep breath and shouted again for Ran. A moment later Ran reappeared, this time fully clothed and a first-aid-kit under his arm.

"I'm bleeding," Schuldig called reproachfully.

"I know," Ran answered, untied him and helped him into the kitchen afterwards. There he sat Schuldig down at the table. Carefully he washed away the blood and Schuldig could see that the bullet had only grazed him.

"It's not so bad like I thought, what a luck," Ran said and opened the firs-aid-kit.

Schuldig cast him a sharp look. "No band-aid for kids," he warned the Weiß.

Ran glanced amused at him. "Oh, so you noticed them?"

Schuldig only snorted, but didn't want to deepen the topic. "Do you have a clue who those guys were and what they wanted?" he changed the subject.

Ran hesitated a moment, then he said, "That were Primrose, Marigold and Dandelion."

Schuldig's eyes widened. Excuse me? Primrose, Marigold and Dandelion? "Primrose, Marigold and Dandelion?" he repeated aloud. "You wanna make fun of me?"

Ran only shook his head. "Of course those are not their real names. No one knows their real names. Those are their aliases. They are doing the dirty work for Gänseblümchen." (1)

Gänseblümchen. Right, why hadn't Schuldig thought about that himself? He cleared his throat. "Ok," he carefully said, "and Gänseblümchen is...?"

"Gänseblümchen is the owner of FlowerPower, the biggest chain of florist-shops in Japan. He is rich, highly respectable and absolutely unscrupulous if he wants to own something. Our flower-shop seemed to be a thorn in Gänseblümchen's side for some time now because we drew off a lot of the young customers from his shops and he has been trying to damage us somehow for some time now."

Schuldig laid down his head on the table and closed his eyes. FlowerPower. Gänseblümchen. Primrose, Marigold and Dandelion. He had to be in the wrong movie. On the other hand, it fitted Weiß just like a glove. Ran tore ruggedly at his arm and Schuldig startled. "Ow, that hurts!"

"Then stop squirming." Ran winded gaze around Schuldig's arm concentrated.

Schuldig looked at him. Perhaps Ran had really inhaled too much of his cleaning agent? "You're really serious, aren't you?"

Ran looked up surprised. "Of course I'm serious! I wouldn't make fun about such an important topic!"

Schuldig was still shaking his head bewildered. Gänseblümchen. Oh yeah, that name really frightened the enemies! `Maybe I should change my name from Mastermind to Snowdrop,' he mused sarcastically, `maybe then Weiß would take me serious.' He had to snicker at that thought.

Ran looked sharply at him. "Why are you laughing? Do really think that's funny? We can be lucky that Primrose, Marigold and Dandelion had been satisfied with only taking what they had wanted and hadn't killed us on top of it too. But maybe you're happy about something different altogether! You still haven't told me why you're here after all. Maybe you are working with those three and are happy now that everything has worked so well!"

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Ran looked suspiciously at Schuldig. "Why else did you let me catch you so easily and hadn't tried to flee yet? Maybe you're only here to distract me, so that the three men of FlowerPower could break and enter without haste!"

"I'm not! I don't even know them! I even hadn't known that something like killer-florets even exist till now!" Schuldig seemed truly surprised and outraged.

But Ran wasn't sure if he could still trust his own judgement. Above all when concerning Schuldig. Schuldig - confused him. Ran worried about him like a good friend, and when he had seen all that blood earlier he had been truly afraid that Schuldig had been heavily injured. For some time his worry seemed to be confirmed because Schuldig hadn't been approachable at all and hadn't given any clear answers to Ran's questions.

But then Ran had noticed Schuldig's gaze, had followed it and had seen, that he was fixating the towel that Ran had wrapped around his hips. And the towel had been slipping! Fortunately Ran had captured it just in time! But for a short moment he had considered to simply let it fall. To allow free play to it to see how Schuldig was going to react. That thought had really frightened him and he had stammered some stupid explanation.

And Schuldig? Schuldig had looked at him as if he knew exactly what Ran had been thinking right then. `Of course he knew, he can read thoughts after all!' Ran cursed himself.

And so Ran had fled to get clothed. He had been almost finished when Schuldig started to shout his name from downstairs. `Ah, he finally noticed the blood,' Ran thought almost amused. He had grabbed the first-aid-kit and had stormed downstairs again. And now he was sitting in the kitchen, opposite of him the Schwarz he had vetted right now and Ran didn't know who or what he could trust any more. Was Schuldig really his enemy still? He actually hadn't acted like one. But he had to be his enemy, after all, he was a member of Schwarz and Ran was a member of Weiß.

Ran sat upright. He would find it out right now! "What's then your reason for being here?" he asked. Schuldig looked down and mumbled something. Ran pricked his ears. "What? I didn't understand you."

Schuldig said, "I can't!" and blushed.

Ran looked surprised at him. He hadn't even known that Schuldig was able to blush at all - or that even something existed that could embarrass him.

"If you don't want me to believe that you're working for FlowerPower then you better tell me why you broke into our house yesterday!" Ran wouldn't let that topic go!

Schuldig sagged and said silently, "I had been drunk and it seemed to be a good idea..." He deeply sighed and then it bubbled out of him. "I - I have this little problem. I can't... I mean, it doesn't work any more, I really tried everything, and then there was that guy, I flirted with him and then I wanted to, but it didn't work, and it didn't work else, I really tried everything, and then I got totally drunk and somehow I thought that nothing mattered anyhow and that I could end my life as well but I didn't know how and then I saw your flower shop and I thought you could do it for me and that's why I broke into your house and that's the truth, I swear!"

Ran stared wide-eyed at Schuldig. Had he heard that right? Had Schuldig told him just now that he - that he was impotent??? `What a shame,' he thought, `It's almost a crime that someone that gorgeous like Schuldig can't - what am I thinking???' he interrupted himself appalled. That was something that Ran didn't want to know! He really didn't!

Really carefully he asked, "And only because you're - impotent now, you wanted to commit suicide? Alright, it's really bad, above all because you're still so young, but you don't have to kill yourself for this reason! Maybe a physician can help, or Viagra or..."

Schuldig stared at him outraged. "Impotent? IMPOTENT??? Who said I'm impotent? I'm not impotent!! I NEVER ever had ANY problems with that!!!"

"You don't have to be embarrassed about it. That could happen to anyone. Well, not that it had happened to me yet, but..." Ran stopped talking when Schuldig glared at him. Oh boy, if looks could kill! "Alright, alright, then you're not impotent. But what have you been talking about then?"

Schuldig cast him a last angry glance before he took a deep breath and said, "I can't read any thoughts any more!"

Ran only stared at him. "You can't read any thoughts any more?"

"No! Not the slightest, itsy-bitsy thought! Not for days now! And I have really tried EVERYTHING. It simply doesn't work any more. I'm totally beaten because of that." He was sitting there like a picture of misery. Ran really took pity on him.

Schuldig couldn't read thoughts any more, right? Really? But that would mean - that would mean that Ran had been worried the whole day over nothing! That he had tried to suppress his thoughts for nothing!

It meant Schuldig didn't know anything! He didn't know that Ran had been nestled to him totally aroused that morning! He didn't know that for a moment Ran had considered to simply drop the towel! He didn't know!!! Ran leaned back and laughed out freely. What luck! What a relieve!

Schuldig cast him a hurt glance. "Go on, just keep making fun of my pain," he sniffed.

"I'm not making fun of you," Ran assured him. "I'm just..." He stopped talking. He couldn't tell Schuldig that he was immensely relieved because then he also had to explain why he was that relieved, and that was something he would do under no circumstances.

"It's not important," Ran continued, "but I think that's also no reason for suicide. You can't read any thoughts any more, so what? You're just like everybody else now, a completely normal human."

"Who wants to be normal anyway?" was the sad answer.

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Schuldig hit rock bottom. Ran didn't understand how he was feeling! Since he could remember he had been able to read the thoughts of other people. If he had wanted to know what someone really meant or if they had been lying or what they felt he only had had to `look'. And now? Now he didn't know how to get along any more. Without his supernatural power he wasn't very useful for Schwarz any more.

And how should he find out about anything now? How should he know if a guy he was interested in returned this interest? How did `normal' people find out about that? No matter how, it surely had to be absolutely laborious. And Schuldig wasn't very keen on doing it like that. He wanted to be able to read thoughts again! Life was simply unfair. He sighed deeply.

"Hey, don't droop the head, I'm sure it's going to be alright!"

How could Ran be so cheerful? Didn't he see how much he was suffering? A little more sympathy would be appropriate right now! Schuldig cast the Japanese a reproachful look but Ran didn't even react to it. Instead he looked Schuldig up and down and said, "Well, your clothes are ruined, there's nothing we can do about them. I'll give you some clean clothes. And maybe you should take a shower." He wrinkled his nose.

Schuldig narrowed his eyes. Did Ran indicate that he was smelling? First he made fun about Schuldig's misery and now he insulted him too? Schuldig sniffled. Well, ok, maybe Ran had a point. Schuldig hadn't taken a shower for days now, since he had started his pub-crawl, and the blood from earlier didn't exactly add to his spruceness. So he stood and followed Ran upstairs into the bathroom.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a moment," Ran said and disappeared. Shortly after he returned and gave Schuldig a pile of clothes. "Let your dirty clothes here on the floor, I'll pick them up later. And don't wet your bandage!" With these words Ran closed the door from outside the bathroom.

Schuldig climbed into the shower and cleaned himself carefully so that the bandage didn't get wet. After that he dried himself and reached for the clothes Ran had given him. Whose clothes could they be? Maybe those of Ran? How would it be to feel clothes on his skin that his kitten had worn earlier?

With a smile Schuldig folded the clothes apart - and couldn't believe his eyes. No way these were Ran's clothes! They rather look like - like the clothes of Bombay! Ran had given him some silly children's clothes! First band-aid for kids and now children's clothes!

Schuldig glared angrily at the clothes. At least they didn't seem to be too small for him, because even though Schuldig was taller than Bombay, the teen preferred baggy clothes like many teenagers and therefore always bought his clothes some numbers bigger. But Schuldig nevertheless had a lot to say to Ran to this matter! He slipped into the awful clothes and just wanted to storm out of the bathroom when his gaze landed on the pink apron, which was lying on the laundry basket. Ran must have forgotten it here. With an evil little smile Schuldig reached for the apron. Ran wanted a fight, didn't he? Ran would get his fight!

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Slowly Ran got impatient. The shower had stopped some time ago now but Schuldig still didn't come out of the bathroom. What was he doing in there? How long could it take to dress into Omi's clothes? Ran grinned at that image. He had deliberately chosen Omi's clothes because he hoped that they would distract Schuldig from his thoughts and cheer him a little bit up. The orange-head had seemed truly depressed; a little verbal exchange of blows was surely exactly the right thing to cheer him up. But he hadn't heard a single sound from inside yet.

Ran just wanted to knock and ask, if everything was alright when he heard the toilet flush. Oh. Ran stepped back again. The flush sounded a second time. And shortly after a third time. Ran frowned. Something wasn't alright.

"Schuldig!" he called. "Everything alright in there?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem, don't worry!" came the immediate answer from inside. Shortly after Ran heard the flush once more as well as Schuldig's suppressed curses.

Now Ran was really worried. He just reached for the doorknob when the door was torn wide open, Schuldig stormed out, shouted "Freak tide!" and ran him down.

Ran crawled out from under Schuldig, who was still trying to crawl away from the bathroom door, stood up and stared horror-stricken into the bathroom where a relatively big amount of water - but surely no freak tide - was swashing out of the toilet on the floor.

"What…?" he stammered and looked down on Schuldig, who was now sitting gasping on the floor.

"Uhm, seems like I had a little accident," he answered not guilty at all.

"An accident?" Ran answered while he waded through the water to the toilet. He looked inside the toilet where still water was flowing out. "How could that happen? What have you…" Ran stopped. What was blocking the toilet looked exactly like - "My apron!" he called appalled, "You stuffed my apron into the toilet!"

"That's right," came the cheerful answer. "I wanted to flush it down, actually, but somehow it didn't work and then the toilet overflowed and I couldn't stop the water. Well, doesn't matter, the ugly thing is now where it belongs by all means."

"I don't believe it!" Ran shook his head. "Why did you do that? And why the toilet, you should have known that it would be stuffed by it!"

Schuldig shrugged and grinned at Ran. "I would have preferred to burn the apron but I didn't have a lighter." And would have burned down the whole building, but Ran didn't say that loud.

But after all his plan seemed to have worked. Schuldig didn't look depressed any more, just the opposite, he seemed to amuse himself greatly. Ran frowned. `Why am I interested how Schuldig is feeling anyhow?' he asked himself. Why did he worry about him? Why did he want to cheer him up? And why did he think him to be - even with those childish clothes - good enough to eat, sitting there on the floor and grinning like a fool? Ran wanted to bend down and kiss him.

The thought frightened Ran. No, no, no, he couldn't do it! Schuldig was his enemy, yes enemy! He wasn't to forget that. Schuldig is your enemy and you don't kiss enemies,' he told himself again and again. He had to stop treating Schuldig like a guest. And that meant he had to tie him up again.

`But he is injured,' Ran's inner voice whispered.

`I can't be considerate of that, he is a captive and captives have to be tied up!' Ran wouldn't listen to that silent voice that tried to persuade him.

So he would tie up Schuldig again. Should he take him into another room too? But what if Schuldig would need his help at night? If perhaps his wound would break open or something like that? No, it was better if he stayed in Ran's room. `And I need to have an eye on him after all,' Ran justified himself silently. After the havoc Schuldig just caused in the bathroom, who knows what he would get into alone in a room!

After Ran had come to this decision he went to Schuldig and pulled him up. He dragged him into his room and pushed him onto the bed. Schuldig kept silent and arched an eyebrow quizzically. But Ran ignored him and tied him again to the head of the bed. Then he went into the bathroom to take care of the flooding there. Afterwards he busied himself on the ground floor for some hours and tried not to think of Schuldig - albeit with no great success.

Later that afternoon Ran made some sandwiches and took them upstairs. Even if Schuldig was his prisoner and an enemy, he couldn't let him starve, could he? When he entered the room Schuldig was sitting on the bed, leaning upright on the head of the bed and amused himself with staring holes into the air.

"I brought you something to eat," Ran said and put the plate with the sandwiches down on the bedside table. He looked quickly at the bandage at Schuldig's left arm but he couldn't see any blood. Apparently the uncomfortable posture hadn't harmed the injury.

Schuldig looked at the plate, then at his tied hands and said, "And how am I supposed to eat?"

Ran hesitated a moment, then he sat down next to Schuldig on the bed, took a sandwich and held it in front of Schuldig's mouth. "Open," he requested.

Surprisingly Schuldig simply obeyed. He chewed, swallowed and bit off again. "You know," he said between two bites, "It would be much easier if you'd simply untie me."

"Forget it. I won't untie you," Ran answered shortly.

Schuldig looked searching at him. "Are you somehow pissed at me?" he asked.

Ran looked unbelievingly at him. "If I'm pissed? Well, let me think about it. You not only completely ruined my apron, no, you also succeeded in flooding the whole bathroom and half of the first floor! So, why should I be pissed at you?"

Schuldig only shrugged. "You started it! You gave me those stupid children's clothes!"

"But only to cheer you up a little bit!" Damn, how had this sentence escaped? He hadn't planned on telling it Schuldig!

"You wanted to cheer me up? But why?" Schuldig seemed to be honestly puzzled.

"Well," Ran squirmed a little under Schuldig's questioning gaze, "You were so sad because you can't read thoughts any more. And I thought, if I gave you those clothes you would have a reason to bitch and then you would feel better."

Schuldig still looked surprised at him. "But why do you want me to feel better?"

Ran shrugged helplessly. "I don't know," he sighed while he kept on feeding Schuldig with the sandwiches. "I shouldn't care how you're doing and how you feel, but I care. And I don't know why. You're my enemy! But somehow I can't see you like that any more. I see you - oh I don't know what I see in you. And that's totally confusing me! I simply don't know what to do any more!"

Schuldig looked earnestly at him and said, "You know, I'm really glad I broke into your house yesterday. If I hadn't I would have missed quite a lot. The pink apron for example." Schuldig grinned shortly but got earnest immediately again. "Our bosses, Takatori and Persha, are enemies, but does that mean we also have to be? Ok, during our missions we're standing on different sides, but we're on no mission right now. And I realised that I - I don't want to be your enemy. I want to be your friend."

"Can we be friends at all?" Ran asked. He wasn't sure. He had never wanted to kiss a friend before.

Schuldig smiled at him. "I don't know. But we can find it out. Untie me and then I can help you get back what those three killer-florets had stolen earlier. And maybe in the end we will know what we are. Friends or enemies."

Ran stared like hypnotised into Schuldig's green eyes. The thought to untie Schuldig was tempting. Very tempting. But then his mind got the upper hand again and he averted his eyes. No. He couldn't do it. Schuldig was a member of Schwarz, and Ran one of Weiß. Ran had to accept it.

"I can't," he therefore whispered and left the room.

When Ran returned into his room later Schuldig was already sound asleep. Although Ran wasn't that tired he stretched out next to the Schwarz and closed his eyes. Maybe he would get some rest while sleeping, because when he couldn't get any when being awake. The whole evening he had been thinking of Schuldig and had argued with himself in his thoughts. A part of him wanted to give in to his desire and not think of the consequences. The other part demanded to stay away and not to associate with the enemy. This part was still the stronger one of the two, but for how long? Ran sighed and fell asleep.

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When Ran opened his eyes again it was in the middle of the night. The room was dark; only the moon shone through the window and cast everything in a surreal, silver light. Dreamily he stroked over Schuldig's chest on which he was - once again - nestled. But although he realised much faster this time who was lying with him in bed he didn't make any attempts to leave the bed. Why should he? Schuldig was sleeping and would never find out, and Ran liked it too much to hold the orange-head in his arms.

Carefully he slid his hand under Schuldig's t-shirt. Hm, his naked skin felt simply wonderful! He slowly felt his way up and found a nipple. With one finger he drew little circles around it and felt it tighten. Suddenly he heard a muffled gasp, raised his head - and looked straight into Schuldig's eyes. Ran froze. For some time none of them spoke, then Schuldig whispered, "Untie me."

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Schuldig held his breath. What would Ran do? Would he really untie him? Or would he turn away and pretend that nothing had happened? When Schuldig woke up some time ago he had been very surprised to find the Weiß not only sleeping in the same bed but also wrapped both arms and one leg around him. Who would have thought! The whole day Ran hadn't shown his interest in Schuldig but when sleeping the Japanese didn't seem to control himself that well.

Schuldig had tried to make as little movement as possible so that Ran wouldn't turn around or wake up and he could enjoy this embrace as long as possible. Too bad that Schuldig was tied up or he could have taken advantage of the situation. Damn, if he hadn't been tied up the whole day long he could have taken advantage of a lot of situations! Schuldig didn't fool himself, he was extremely attracted to Ran and as it seemed right now Ran felt it too. Even Schuldig could recognise that without reading Ran's thoughts.

Suddenly a thought crossed Schuldig's mind. Had Ran spent the last night here as well? Perhaps in the same sleeping position? And Schuldig had slept through it! He had cursed silently and exactly that moment Ran had woken up. Schuldig had noticed it immediately and hadn't dared to move. He had only looked down at the head that was lying on his chest and had waited curiously what Ran would do next.

And now he was still lying here and waiting if Ran would untie him. But Ran seemed to hesitate. "Please!" Schuldig added. Finally Ran moved. Slowly he pulled his hand out of the t-shirt and Schuldig wanted to sigh disappointed when he noticed that Ran reached for the ropes that tied Schuldig to the bed. A few moments later the redhead had loosened the knots and lay back down. He still only looked at Schuldig and seemed to wait what Schuldig would do now.

Schuldig rubbed shortly his wrist to stimulate the blood circulation again, then he wrapped both hands around Ran's face and looked him shortly into the eyes before he bent down and kissed him. Slowly his tongue entered Ran's mouth and explored for a long time and thoroughly the insides till Ran's tongue met his and they played and caressed each other. When they released each other they were both breathless.

Schuldig reached for Ran's t-shirt, pushed it slowly up and removed it finally. Then he bent down again and started to caress Ran's upper body. He nibbled at Ran's neck and elicited a choked groan. Smiling Schuldig kissed his way down till he found one nipple. Slowly he circled it with his tongue and sucked at it till it hardened and tightened. Then he turned to the other nipple and repeated it there.

"Schuuuu," Ran gasped and Schuldig raised his head to kiss him again. His kitten tasted simply indescribably! Ran interrupted the kiss for a short time to remove Schuldig's t-shirt as well and then he sucked again hungrily at his mouth. Schuldig moaned. Oh god, it felt simply incredible to feel Ran's hands on his body! He pushed his own hands down Ran's back towards his pants and grabbed his ass. Completely aroused he ground himself at Ran's erection.

Suddenly impatient Schuldig didn't want to wait any more and started to tear at Ran's jeans. Couldn't that damn thing simply vanish? Frowning he interrupted the kiss and stared angrily at the pants. Ran chuckled, lifted his hips a little and now the pants could be pushed down easily. Awestruck Schuldig stared at Ran's naked, aroused body. He was simply beautiful! Schuldig lowered his head and nibbled tenderly at Ran's bellybutton. Accompanied by Ran's passionate moans he kissed and nibbled his way down.

Finally arrived at his goal he raised his head shortly and saw that Ran was leaned on his elbows and looked at him. Smiling he looked into his kitten's eyes while he reached out with his tongue and licked quickly over the tip of the erect cock. Ran groaned and his head fell back in his nape.

`So you like that,' Schuldig thought pleased and took the cock completely into his mouth and sucked at it.

Groaning loudly Ran neared his climax but shortly before he could reach it Schuldig stopped again and slid along Ran's body up again to nibble his earlobe.

"Schu," Ran whispered gasping, "I need… I want…"

"What do you want, mein Kätzchen?" Schuldig asked. But Ran only squirmed and pressed his body closer to Schuldig's. "You have to tell me, Kätzchen," Schuldig whispered while his hand caressed Ran's hips. (2)

"I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Please, Schu!" Ran's panting pleas were barely audible.

Schuldig smiled. "Help me," he said and led Ran's hands to his pants that he was still wearing. What luck that Omi preferred those ridiculous wide shorts or else the pants would have been much too uncomfortable long before because of his arousal. With a tug Ran ripped the shorts and closed both hands around Schuldig's whole length.

Schuldig groaned and almost reached his climax then and there, Ran's caressing hands felt that good on him. He wouldn't be able to control himself any longer. Schuldig raised his head and looked asking at Ran.

"You got lube?" he whispered. Ran gestured with his head at the bedside table.

"Top drawer," he panted. Schuldig stretched out his hand, pulled the drawer open and took out the tube. He coated his fingers with the lube, spread Ran's legs and inserted one finger.

Encouraged by Ran's moaning he added a second and a third finger and widened Ran carefully. When he thought it to be widened enough he pulled his fingers out again and positioned his cock in front of the opening and remained there.

"Ran," he whispered, "look at me!"

Ran obeyed and Schuldig looked deeply into his amethyst-coloured eyes while entering him slowly. Oh god, his kitten was so tight and felt so wonderful! Carefully he pushed further in but Ran seemed to think it too slow because he closed his legs around Schuldig and pressed him with all his strength down so that Schuldig entered him with one thrust completely.

Schuldig groaned and started to move. Ran clasped him, dug his nails into Schuldig's back and met his thrusts. That Feeling! Schuldig simply couldn't describe it. Never had the sex been that - that intensive! With no one else he had ever felt that sort of connection like with his kitten.

Schuldig closed one hand around Ran's still hard cock and started to massage it while quickening his thrusts. They moved more and more fiercely until they reached their climax together. Fireworks exploded behind Schuldig's eyes and for a moment he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Schuldig shivered and collapsed on Ran. Exhausted he laid his head on Ran's shoulder and pressed his face into his neck.

"Mein Kätzchen," he whispered and caressed Ran's chest with small movements. The last thing he felt before he drifted into a deep sleep were Ran's arms that closed around him and embraced him safely.

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Gänseblümchen -> German word for "daisy"

Kätzchen -> German word for "kitten"