Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Through the Eyes of a Child ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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: George W. Bush bashing, relatively graphic lemon, and massive foreshadowing

Chapter Six

A month after we returned to New York City, I was sent back to Tokyo by the organization. There were plenty of Eszet agents still working there, and loose ends to tie up. Every night of the week I was there, I met with Ran in the same hotel.

Our assignations continued for three years. Over time, I grew more and more attached to Ran… making up excuses to go see him in Tokyo, and each time, our encounters grew further from being comfort and relief and closer to lovemaking. We spent an equal amount of time talking, or being silent, out of bed as we did in.

And I slowly realized… sometime during the last three years, I'd fallen in love with Fujimiya Ran.

Then, the September four years after I'd taken Schuldich to America, unconscious in my arms, I stopped at a jewelry store before meeting Ran at the hotel. I'd at last come to accept the fact that Schuldich was dead, and Ran had accepted the fact that the only person straighter than Yohji was George W. Bush.

That night, as we sat out on the balcony of our hotel room, basking in the afterglow of sex, I pulled a small box out of my pocket. Ran, curled up on my lap, bare back pressed to me, looked down at it. "Brad… what's that?" he asked quietly, his soft lips brushing my neck. I smiled a little, and opened the box.

In the light from stars and signs, a simple silver band shone, a cross made of pigeon's blood rubies sparkling on the delicate metal circle. "Come back to America with me," I whispered, taking the ring from the silk cushion and sliding it onto Ran's slender ring finger. It was a perfect fit, the ring I'd had made just for him, the silver turning his skin the color of snow, and the rubies like drops of true blood against the pure setting of his skin. "I love you, Ran…"

Ran studied the ring on his hand for what seemed an eternity while my heart pounded in my chest. I didn't know what I'd do if he didn't accept me, how I'd react to losing someone I loved for the second time.

Finally, he looked up at me and smiled. "I don't have anything this beautiful to give you," he murmured. I laughed joyfully and kissed him.

"It doesn't matter… you're more beautiful than any ring." I kissed him again, tilting his chin up with one hand.

"Wait…" Ran murmured as we pulled apart for air. He reached up behind his neck, and I realized that he was wearing a small cross on a silver filigree chain. He unhooked the clasp and redid it around my neck. "There…"

I looked down at the cross and smiled. "Thank you, Ran." It meant more to me than any ring would have, simply because this small piece of metal had rested over Ran's heart.

"I love you, Brad." With that, he rose and turned, looking down at me. I rose as well, taking him into my arms and holding him close.

"Fujimiya Ran, may I make love to you?" I whispered, looking into his deep violet eyes.

"Please, do…" he answered, and I lifted him up, cradling him as I carried him into the bedroom. I gently lay him on the bed, where he reclined gracefully, dark red hair flared out across the pillows and long legs spread invitingly. I smiled at him, my creature of passion, and knelt between his thighs.

Slowly, I kissed his chest, tracing the contours of his taut muscles with my tongue even as my fingers slid the already-unbuttoned pants he'd slid on for modesty down his legs. He sighed, then moaned as my lips fastened over his rosy nipple, suckling at the small bud.

Ran's slender fingers twined in my hair while my lips quested downwards, leaving a trail of kisses as I moved towards his hardening length. When my mouth closed over him, he let out a soft, musical cry, arching up to meet me. I decided then that there would be no games tonight, no teasing.

I quickly slid my own pants off without taking my mouth off Ran's length, taking him deeper as I began sucking, applying slow, even pressure to make him cry out in pleasure.

Which he did. Repeatedly.

Until he was too close to orgasm, and I slipped off him. Instead, I positioned myself at his entrance, his feet flat on the sheets and thighs spread as wide as possible. "Brad… take me… please…" he gasped out softly, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Of course, Ran…" I replied, ever-so-slowly easing into my lover, gasping quietly at the incredible tightness of him. No matter how often I took him, he was always so tight, his body jealously guarding its secrets against everyone but me. I waited long enough for him to adjust, then I thrust deep into him.

Ran gasped, arching back against me. His long, creamy white legs came up and wrapped around my waist, locking us in intimate contact. "Ran…" I murmured, thrusting into him again, the head of my length brushing against the bundle of nerves that made him cry my name.

I took up a slow, smooth rhythm, moving deeper into Ran with each thrust, and he pushed into them at the same tempo, making us both voice low sounds of pleasure. He tensed the muscles of his thighs, causing his passage to tighten around my shaft within him. I groaned and sped up, moving faster and deeper.

Too soon, though, the growing feeling of pleasure reached a fever pitch and had nowhere to go but down. I wrapped my hand around Ran's proudly erect member and he screamed, rocking between the dual stimulation of being pleasured inside and out, and he shivered as release came over him, coming into my hand. His body milked my own for its seed as I released into him, claiming him as my own.

"Brad…" Ran moaned as I lay atop him, staying inside him. "I… love you…" With the cross on my chest between us, and the ring on Ran's finger glinting where his hands were tangled in my hair, we fell asleep, still joined together in body as I believed us in spirit.

Meanwhile, half the world away in a city that never sleeps at a time most people were sleeping, no one knew what was going to happen in a few hours.