Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Through the Eyes of a Child ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Through the Eyes of a Child

By Llewlyn

Summary: After episode 24, Crawford takes an unconscious Schuldich to New York City to take care of him. But when Schu wakes up, he isn't the same man he was before. How will Crawford adjust to taking care of a telepath with the mind of a five-year-old?

Rating: R for language, adult situations, violence, and references to child abuse, prostitution, and drug use.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, as much as I like to think I do. But if you do and want to give them to me….

Chapter Two

Once my moment of self-pity (really, an hour or more, I wasn't exactly watching the clock) had passed, I gathered my wits and rose slowly to check on the sleeping man… boy… in the bedroom. He slumbered peacefully, long flaming hair splayed around him on the pillow as he curled up around himself, thumb tucked in his mouth like a small child… which I had to remind myself that mentally, he was the small child he'd been before Eszet picked him up off the streets of Berlin in 1980, nine years before the fall of the Berlin Wall. He was the small, jaded child of five that he had been when Eszet agents in the city at the time heard him crying, paid then shot his greedy pimp, and took him from his horrendous existence as a toy for rich men to one of hard-earned and painful comfort in the mountains of Switzerland with the rest of us at Rosenkreuz.

Sighing, I pulled off my shirt and slid into the bed beside him. The sun had set while I was brooding and it was getting late. I wrapped my arms around the sleeping contradiction and closed my eyes. I figured that I might help him adjust to being awake, but I didn't think anything else would happen.

Lips clash, fighting for supremacy. Hands pull frantically at clothes, seeking only the closest contact possible and disposing of all that stood in the way. Two aroused bodies fall onto the bed, the taller brunette above the smaller redhead. Swollen lips part to allow tongues to duel for mastery, impassioned moans sounding from both throats. Eventually the redhead gives into the older, stronger man, permitting him to slide between his thighs and begin preparing. One slicked finger slowly begins to tease the man's puckered entrance, lightly tracing the small rosebud. The slender, muscled man groans demandingly, thrusting back against the digit. `My, aren't we impatient tonight, Schuldich…' the brunette murmurs, tenderly sliding his finger into his lover's body. He smiles smugly as Schuldich arches against the intrusion, moaning sweetly. The golden-eyed man laughs softly and adds a second finger, stretching him gently before adding a final finger and removing all. He sucks lightly on Schuldich's tantalizing neck, positioning himself. Schuldich wraps his legs around his waist, drawing the man into him, welcoming him gladly. "Crawford…" he cries, arching gracefully off the sheets.

"Schu…" Crawford answers, beginning a slow rhythmic thrusting, purring softly. "I love you…"

"I love you…" Schuldich cries, raking his nails down Crawford's back in passion, leaving raised tracks down his skin.

I woke from a dream of lovemaking with Schuldich when stinging pain down my back brought me to my senses. I didn't quite register at first that my dream, despite the fact that I'd woken, was still going strong. I did register the sensation of being fully aroused and buried deep in someone's hot, tight body… My eyes opened and clouded jade eyes stared back at me, familiar eyes. "Schu…"

"My name's… Peter…" the beautiful man beneath me gasped out between soft cries of pleasure.

"Oh…gods…" I cried, disentangling myself from his grasp, suddenly finding myself no longer aroused because the fact was that I was making love to a five-year-old. The man-child cried out in anger and disappointment, trying to pull me back into him, finish what had been started. "No… it's wrong…" I said firmly, choking back feelings of disgust with myself that I'd done that while I'd been sleeping.

"Why not!" Schuldich/Peter demanded, tears forming in his eyes as he squirmed on the sheets, trying to relieve his desire. "Why won't you!? I know you want to, I saw your dream!" He began crying, feeling completely useless and pointless, any self-confidence he might have had gone… because I rejected him. "Aren't I good enough for you?" I was good enough for everyone else but I'm not good enough for you? I heard him crying mentally.

Shocked, I gathered him into my arms, careful to keep a sheet as a barrier between us. "Shhh… no, darling… you misunderstood…" He buried his face in my neck, wrapping his arms around my naked torso. "I do want you, Peter, but it's wrong… you're only five!" I gently rocked him back and forth, a child stuck in a twenty-two year old body. "I don't quite know how to explain this to you…" I thought hard… How was I supposed to tell Peter that he was really twenty two and that he'd suffered a severe blow to the head, followed by a month-long coma? I kept my thoughts behind the shield I'd managed to keep.

I took a deep breath and decided to do the best I could. "Darling, a month ago, where were you?"

Peter thought for a moment. "Berlin… where I've always been…" he said. I smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

"You're five years old, and you lived in Berlin. Well, I have something to tell you, and it might confuse you. Try to understand, ok?" I continued rocking him as I tried to explain. "I've known you for seventeen years… I know you think you're only five, but you're really twenty two. Look down at your body." He obeyed, an adorable puzzled expression on his face. "Do you look like the people that pay your Gebieter?" I asked, and he nodded, confused. He looked up at me, questions abounding in his guileless eyes.

"I… don't look like me…" he said, wanting an explanation.

"I know, darling…" I answered. "A month ago, well a little more than a month ago," I corrected myself, "We lived in Tokyo, Japan. Together. We did things together, like what we were just doing, which will not be happening again, ok? I called you Schuldich, guilty… that's what you called yourself, for things you'd done. Ok so far?" Peter nodded. I was purposely leaving Farfarello and Nagi out of things to simplify what I was trying to tell him. "Well, we were fighting people that didn't like us very much because of who we worked for. We worked for people who helped us with our powers."

"Powers?" Peter asked curiously.

"Yes, powers… yours is what lets you read my mind, and everybody else's. That's why Eszet, the people we worked for, wanted you." Peter nodded again, understanding that, and I continued. "Well, you got hit on the head really badly, and you fell asleep for a really long time. You just woke up yesterday, but you aren't who you were a month ago, you're seventeen years younger."

Peter still looked questioning. "I still don't understand…" he whined. I figured I'd made a botch of the whole explanation. I'd just have to call one of my friends from Rosenkreuz and hope he'd help me. "Well, darling, you will someday." I kissed his forehead and settled him back on the bed. "Go to sleep, ok?" He nodded and curled up around himself, tucking his thumb back in his mouth and closing his eyes. He was asleep almost instantly.

I sat up beside him for hours, just watching the expressions play across his sleeping face. Schuldich had been so volatile… and it seemed his younger self was even more so. How was I going to deal with Peter's five-year-old emotions in Schuldich's twenty-two-year-old body, with his adult's urges and child's mind? I shook my head and closed my eyes, this time keeping a tight damper on my dreams.