Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Through the Eyes of a Child ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

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…

Warning: LEMON!! With a point, that doesn't show up until later… but right now, LEMON! Oh… and masturbation. More weird pseudo-pedophilia… my own story confuses me.

Chapter Five

I walked into the restaurant that Ran had given me the card for at exactly one minute to eight. I was shown to the table where the violet eyed assassin already sat.

As soon as the waiter left, I smiled slowly. "Ran… do you want to skip the pretense?" A delicate auburn eyebrow lifted, and that same small, quirky smile from earlier that day appeared briefly.

"Hai…" Ran stood and I followed suit. He led the way out of the restaurant, ignoring the disapproving glances that were cast our way as I slipped my hand into his.

Once in the elevator, Ran gave the first real smile I'd ever seen on him, and used our joined hands to pull me to him. "I guess you know what you want," he murmured, and stood on tiptoe to slowly press his lips to mine. I eagerly responded, using my lips and tongue to part his, sliding my tongue into the sweet cavern of his mouth. He moaned softly as my hands wandered down his back to cup his incredible ass, kneading the firm flesh through his pants and holding him tight against me.

The elevator door opened and we unwillingly pulled apart. Ran took the lead once more, pulling me towards the room he had reserved…or as I figured I knew better, used Omi's hacking skills to procure at the last minute. He quickly opened the door and stepped in, myself close on his footsteps. I shut the door behind us, and as soon as I did, he attacked… no, pounced… me, biting at my lips.

I can't say that I didn't respond instantly. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I hoisted Ran into my arms, carrying him to the large bed. We toppled onto it. I took control of the kiss, ravaging Ran's mouth even as we tore at each other's clothes. We knew what this was about. This wasn't love, or deep feelings. We were both lonely and celibate, and who were we to not take advantage of the availability of the other? Neither of us were saints.

But clothes quickly flew, landing in unknown places across the plush room. Soon, we were laying atop twisted sheets, both of us covered in a soft sheen of sweat. I reached over blindly and turned on the light beside the bed. Ran looked at me, panting lightly, with confusion in his dark violet eyes.

"I want to be able to see you…" I murmured, leaning down and capturing his lips. Ran was beautiful in passion, his alabaster skin flushed and sweat-dampened tendrils of reddish brown hair trailed around his face, lips a delicate pink from being kissed into swollen succulence. I nudged his thighs apart as my hand landed on a bottle of lotion. Quickly I coated my fingers with the slick substance and slipped one into Ran's puckered rosebud entrance. He moaned and his body clenched around my finger, so incredibly tight.

I prepared him quickly, perhaps a bit shoddily, but the soft moans he was voicing were getting to me. I withdrew the three fingers I had in him, raised his slender ankles to his my shoulders, and positioned myself. The glare he gave me when I paused convinced me he was ready and I thrust quickly into him.

I was planning on waiting, letting him adjut, but the impossible tightness of Ran's body and the rather telling words of, "Now… please… more…" shortened the wait. I swiftly pushed deeper into Ran, hearing his low groan of pleasure, the sound spurring me on. I found a fast, hard rhythm, pounding into Ran with his legs hooked over my shoulders, held-back cries echoing, sweat mingling.

In, out, in, out, I thrust, Ran rocking back against me, his fingers nearly rending the sheets as he clutched them. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed tightly shut as I nailed his prostate again and again. Too quickly, I was approaching climax, and from the copious amounts of precome leaking from Ran's arousal, he was as well. I moved faster within the tight silken sheath hidden between Ran's thighs, trying to bring him over the edge before I came.

Ran let out one sharp cry in warning as his body tensed, clamping around my length buried deep inside him. He arched wildly, releasing onto his stomach as his passage clenching brought me to my own conclusion, releasing hot white fluid into his body, crying out in answer. I withdrew from Ran and collapsed beside him, using the corner of the sheets to clean off his stomach.

He smiled lazily up at me, and suddenly I remembered what Peter had said to me just before Llewlyn showed up a year ago. "You look great when you smile," I murmured, pulling him to me. He nestled into me, back pressed to my front, his lithe, slender body fitting snugly into my broader, taller frame. Ran laughed softly and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I was inexplicably happy that the beautiful young assassin didn't object to closeness after sex, and hooked one leg… possessively… over his long, pale ones.

"You're just saying that," he answered, delicate fingers toying with the sheets. I examined Ran's hands… they were musician's hands, artist's hands, pale, soft, and strong, yet they looked so delicate, so easily broken… surprising, considering the man's profession… or maybe not.

"No, really…" I smiled to myself and nuzzled his neck, nibbled on his ear. "You do." He shrugged slightly and relaxed in my arms.

We continued like that throughout the night. I'm still not sure what to call what we did… it wasn't just sex, but it wasn't lovemaking, with the emotional attachment and feelings that go along with that… the normal terms just didn't apply then.

I learned many of Ran's bedroom quirks that night. He was a biter, and my body was covered in small marks where he'd bitten me. He liked getting rimmed, being tied up, using food… Kudou wasn't the only one with a kinky side at the Koneko sumo no Ie. He was great, uke or seme. And I found myself growing attached to Ran as the night went on. I wasn't falling in love with him, but he was a kindred spirit, a friend with whom I shared carnal secrets. In the morning, when the sun was just peeping under the thick curtains, we woke, tangled in each others limbs in a pile of sheets on the floor. We rose slowly, with many hot kisses exchanged, and showered together for one last bout of sex.

As we emerged and dressed, I remembered that I left for New York the next day… we left for New York… Llew and Peter and I. I'd forgotten them during the night. Our final kiss was exchanged, and I stepped out the door with Ran's parting words in my ear. "Same time tonight, Oracle…" I knew I'd be back later. Ran was addictive.

Peter tossed and turned, tormented by arousing visions… Things that are, things that were, and some things that have not yet come to pass [1] paraded behind his tightly clenched eyelids. His body screamed for touch, for release, as the images of two men, one raven-tressed, the other with hair of deep auburn, danced across his mind.

Llewlyn heard the thoughts and came into Peter's room, shaking him awake. "Darling, wake up…" Peter cried in frustration, angry tears running down his face as his body trembled in need.

"Why? Why won't he do that with me?!" Peter demanded, feeling Llew's gentle touch on his mind, even as the visions showed Crawford and Ran tumbling off the bed in a cascade of white sheets and long limbs.

"Shh, baby, he has his reasons, and they're good ones… Brad doesn't want to hurt you." He smiled sadly and touched Peter's forehead when he started to protest that it wouldn't hurt. "Here, Peter, Brad doesn't want to hurt you here. You're not old enough to really understand what Brad feels, even if you can see it." He kissed Peter's forehead. "Make yourself feel better, and I'll bring you some sleep medicine, ok?" `Make yourself feel better' was how the two adults told Peter to take care of his body's needs, and sleep medicine let him sleep when he couldn't keep other people's thoughts at bay.

Peter nodded, and Llew left Peter alone to help himself. Slowly he lay back on the bed, sliding his soft pajama pants down off his legs. He moaned quietly as the fabric brushed his throbbing erection, and he wrapped his fingers around it. He arched into his own hand, crying out softly as his potent mind formed the image of Crawford above him, the tall American's fingers gripping him instead of his own.

He began to slowly jerk off, stroking his length in varying ways, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he imagined Crawford touching him in a way that wasn't just a parental manner.

Peter finished himself off quickly, the images from before and the fantasy of Crawford doing that to him bringing him over the edge. He cleaned himself up, redressed, and waited, slightly embarrassed, for Llew to come with the sleeping pills.

Hmm… That whole Schu-jerking-off thing was unexpected… not in my plan at all. Damn. Now I'm inspired to write something Crawlie x Nagi… anybody interested in that? Stupid muses, always when I can't get to a decent computer…And yes, if anyone was wondering, I am using Gluhen-style characters, cause I don't know how long after the original Gluhen is.

Next time- I really don't know! I have plans for later, but next time… VOTE!! Another lemon or plot!?! Review and tell me what ya want!! And an extra lemon somewhere if you can tell me where [1] came from! Well, I'll write a lemon (or three) anyway, but I'll take suggestions for it/them if you get it right!