Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ White Flag ❯ White Flag ( One-Shot )

Author's Whine: The song isn't mine. It's by Dido. The song is in "italics" for those that it's confusing for. And thank you to my lovely Mandizes1 for betaing this and for comments! Love you! ~kisses~

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White Flag

"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?"

"…Well, how is he…?"

There was a pregnant pause over the phone before the soft, kindly tone started again, "…You know how he is…" There was a silent shake of the head from the other speaker. "But I think he's getting better…" There was another long pause before anyone spoke again. And when they did it was still the soft voice. "You know… He's sorry for what happened… He knows he was wrong, Yohji… Why don't you try to forgive him?"

The blonde in question looked around his apartment that had once acquired both his belongings and that of his lover. He missed him deeply, but he had promised himself not to forgive so easily this time. They had done the `it's over' dance millions of times before. He knew what would happen after the makeup sex and things started to fall into a normal cycle again… But he didn't want that, no matter how much he still loved him…

"I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were"

Schuldig watched as the conversation between Omi and Yohji took place over the phone. He was staying with the little blonde until he could get enough money to put a down payment on an apartment. Yohji was living in their old one…

"Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be"

The conversation was too quiet for Schuldig to hear anything that was being said. He knew that if anything, Yohji would be angry and bitter towards him, so he had to silently thank whoever was watching out for him. He didn't think he could hear his golden angel bitter. Schuldig bemoaned the fight between them had ever gotten started once he had left afterwards. He had to question himself why they always got into those stupid fights that led nowhere and always ended up with him sleeping at some else's home and Yohji crying in their bed.

"I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused but nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense"

Schuldig knew he wouldn't have a chance with Yohji again if the blonde actually came to his senses for once. And even when Schuldig was hurting inside, he didn't want to be able to hurt Yohji anymore. He wouldn't give himself a second chance and Schuldig wished Yohji wouldn't either.

"Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be"

Once he had ended his phone call with Omi, Yohji stood gazing around at his apartment. He didn't actually see it as his apartment at all actually. He was still expecting his redheaded lover to come strolling into the living room where he was and kiss him a `hello'.

Yohji didn't want to stop loving Schuldig. Yohji laughed at himself, he didn't even think he could. The blonde knew he'd be lying to himself if he said he hated the German, or didn't even remotely love the redhead anymore. And Yohji was never a very good liar.

Yohji went to the front door and opened the coat closet. He stopped to look at his coat beside Schuldig's. The redhead had forgotten it when he had left the night of their fight. Yohji ran his fingers over the soft down material and then pulled his hand back like it had been burnt. He quickly reached out and grabbed his black leather coat, pulling it on as he opened the front door and stepped out into the hallway. He turned and walked to the elevator. He needed to get out for a while, clear his head.

"And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still

And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on…"

Yohji walked down the foggy Seattle streets, not paying much attention to anything. His thoughts were occupied with the events of the previous night. He still couldn't believe some of the things that had come out of their mouths. He knew that he wouldn't have said anything that he had, much less have meant any of it. And Yohji had known the redhead German long enough to know that he wouldn't have intentionally jeopardized their relationship.

As Yohji kept walking, lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear the sharp intake of breath in front of him. The blonde looked up quickly to see Schuldig, in jeans and a dark green sweatshirt, looking for the world like a lost little child.

There was a strained silence in which they both studied the other's face. Yohji wanted to run toward the German and kiss the shapely mouth as hard as he could, but stilled his irrational thoughts. For all he knew, the redhead could very possibly be moved on and dating another. So, Yohji stood waiting for anything that would suggest otherwise, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

Schuldg was in a similar circumstance. He wanted to grab the blonde and take him back to their home where they both belong but knew he shouldn't. It was Yohji's choice. The blonde had to decide whether or not he would take him back. And Schuldig half hoped he would and half hoped he wouldn't. But Schuldig firmed his resolve that he wouldn't say anything to sway Yohji's choice. It would be all Yohji.

"Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be"

As a gust of wind blew between them, Yohji started walking again. He past Schuldig, shaking not only from the cold but also from keeping himself from taking the redhead into his arms. He wouldn't give in. He would let Schuldig decide. It wouldn't be him again. It would be Schuldig who would be the one to try to make their relationship work.

And as Yohji walked away, Schuldig felt what was left of his heart shattering. He knew Yohji would be over him, but it didn't make the truth hurt any less. He breathed deeply and started walking again. He could get through this, he told himself. He would.

"Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be"

Omi watched as Schuldig continued to look out the window as it rained. It had been almost a month now, since the redhead had come to him after his fight with Yohji. The little blonde didn't know why they always ended up fighting in the end, but realized it was probably because of the little arguments they always had in-between the big ones. If such small things weren't solved then the big problems would end them all together.

Omi walked over to the plush chair Schuldig was sitting in and placed his small hands on the redhead's shoulders. Omi watched as Schuldig turned his head a to the side a little in acknowledgement.

"So, how's the weather…?"

The German smirked a little at Omi's try for small talk. He turned his head back into the position it had been in and continued staring out the window.

Omi sighed. "Perhaps you should go see Yohji again." It wasn't a question. Schuldig raised an elegant red eyebrow at the slight order. Omi had never tried to step into the mess that Sculdig and Yohji created between them before. And for all the world, the little blonde seemed to not even have noticed anything had happened. But then, their other fights had never been as bad as the last one. So, going on a whim, Schuldig decided to listen to the blonde's talk.

Once Omi saw that his forwardness had gotten the German's attention, Omi continued. "I know you both still love each other." At the tensing of the shoulders underneath his hands, Omi knew he had struck a note. "You're both being foolish. You don't try to keep problems out of your relationship. You both don't talk to each other enough."

Omi saw Schuldig frown and start to open his mouth, but before the redhead could say anything else, Omi started again, "I know you think otherwise, but you need to start asking Yohji how he feels about things instead of just assuming. You're not a barbarian Schu, so prove it. Prove it to, Yohji and prove it to me. Prove it to everyone else."

Schuldig sighed and shook his head, but before Schuldig could say anything, Omi interrupted him again. Schuldig had to hand it to the kid, he knew how to make people shut up and listen, even if it was in a subtle way. "You know what the others are saying about you two, don't you, Schuldig?" And the one in question scowled at the window and whatever was past it.

He knew very well what the others had said about him and Yohji. Ran and Ken with their doubts. And Aya with her sisterly concern, Crawford with his laughing eyes. They all thought them a joke in the beginning and being proven right had really given them a boost to their egos. Even if they didn't all come out and say, `I told you so', he knew what they were thinking.

Omi and Nagi were probably the only ones who weren't gloating after his and Yohji's relationship's demise. Though, Jei didn't really care much about it. But Omi and Nagi at least tried to help them, where Aya gave her pity. And the others didn't even mention it.

"You need to go to him, Schu. Show him, them, yourself, that you can make it work. It's not the end. Only the beginning." And somehow the words made sense to Schuldig. That even if he didn't want to give him another chance, Yohji might. And in that chance they could fix things, he could fix things. That if they still loved each other, then there was no end, only a beginning.

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Yohji straightened as he heard a knock at the door. He sighed as he assumed the pizza he had ordered and hour ago was finally there. He would make sure he wouldn't have to pay anything for the, he knew, very cold pizza. Even though it was raining he knew it didn't take an hour to deliver pizza.

Yohji walked over to the front door and opened it, "Okay, what the hell took…" Yohji stared straight into evergreen eyes as his breath caught in his throat.

Schuldig stood in front of him, looking very much like a drowned rat. The German's hair clung to his face and dripped water down his shoulder. His clothes stuck to his body, outlining the perfect muscles he'd always loved to touch. Still did.

Yohji opened his mouth to ask what the redhead was doing there and without a coat, when the other interrupted him by speaking first "Before you ask anything, I need to tell you something." And all Yohji could summon himself to do was bob his golden head.

Schuldig reached out and placed an olive skinned hand on Yohji's check. He smiled slightly as he rubbed his thumb over the soft, golden skin. He didn't know how much he'd missed the blonde until faced with him at that moment. "I want you back." And once the words were uttered the blonde exhaled the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.

"I want us back, Yotan. And I want us to make things better. I want to make things better." And before Schuldig could continue what he had to say, the other had already caught his mouth in a passionate kiss. And as they stumbled into the apartment he felt nods from his blonde lover and whispers of understanding and agreement.

They tumbled into the apartment, almost forgetting to close and lock the door. They kissed brutally at first, trying desperately to be as close to the other as humanly possible. They were starved for each other after being separated for so long.

Schuldig pushed Yohji's green t-shirt up, feeling the delectably soft skin that was revealed there. He could never get enough of the golden skin. He loved the way light seemed to be absorbed by it, making the skin glow. He loved the hard muscles that moved under it.

As Schuldig continued exploring the skin underneath Yohji's shirt, the blonde started his own explorations with his tongue. He delved his tongue deeper into the recesses of the redhead's mouth, tasting the smoking flavor there. He loved the way Schuldig tasted and had missed the fiery German very much.

There tongues dueled together and soon they were breaking the kiss, gasping for air. Schuldig took the opportunity of their separation and soon Yohji was loosing his green t-shirt. They backed out of the hallway, kissing every step of the way. They knocked into the couch and then the little table that sat next to it, as they continued their quest towards the bedroom.

Yohji entwined his fingers in Schuldig's mass of fiery hair as the redhead started unbuttoning the blonde's pants. Once the pants were unbuttoned, Schuldig reached his hand in and started stroking the hardening length found there.

Yohji moaned into their kiss, panting harshly as they broke off again. He then pulled off Schuldig's wet sweater and started playing with the hardened pink nipples. And as Yohji played with the hard nubs of flesh, Schuldig maneuvered them into the bedroom, moaning from the stimulations that assaulted his body.

As they finally entered the bedroom, the redhead stopped with his stroking long enough to remove Yohji's pants fully and fall forward on top of Yohji onto the bed. Yohji was moaning and writhing underneath him, relishing in the feel of the friction on his hard cock from the material of Schuldig's jeans.

And once the redhead had removed the last article of clothing that was separating them from each other, they were moving again. Schuldig grasped his and Yohji's cocks together and started pumping at a leisurely pace, making Yohji crazed from the lack of friction to his swollen length.

Schuldig moaned loudly when Yohji grabbed his round buttocks, making Schuldig increase his pace. Yohji then started kissing and nipping at Schuldig's neck, creating a bruise from his hard suckling. And as Yohji started moving up towards Schuldig's ear, the redhead moved off of the blonde, severing any connection between them altogether. Yohji whimpered and turned to see just what the German was doing. And saw the man in question disappear into the bathroom.

Yohji almost decided to follow after the redhead, when Schuldig came back out, holding in his hand a small tube of lubricant. "We really need one of these for the bedroom." Schuldig said as he climbed back onto the bed and crawled over to where Yohji lay. For some odd reason they had lube in every room of their apartment except for the place that one would expect to actually find such a thing. And even if Schuldig found it odd, he didn't remark on the curiousness of it again that night, too occupied with kissing a trail down Yohji's throat.

Schuldig licked his way down Yohji's toned abdomen; stopping just before he got to the soft golden curls at the base of Yohji's need. The redhead teased Yohji by suckling softly and then biting at the blonde's hipbones. And Yohji laughed softly at the sensations, his hipbones always having been a sensitive area on his body. Then the teasing German moved from the hipbones to the inner thighs, suckling happily away at the golden skin.

Yohji bucked his hips and grasped the blanket in-between his hands. And when he finally couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he reached for his very stiff and very much neglected cock, but was thwarted by Schuldig, who grabbed his hand and pined it down. Yohji cried out, throwing his head back as finally a warm mouth swallowed his aching need. But his happiness was short lived, turning back into aching frustration again, as the mouth withdrew from him.

Schuldig smirked and started to slowly lick at the head of Yohji's cock. He then opened the tube of lubricant, the smell of sandalwood wafting into the air, and squeezed a good dollop onto his fingers. Slowly he massaged Yohji's anus and then gently pushed in one finger. He moved the finger in and out, spreading the lubricant around until he saw it fit to add another finger.

Yohji was crying out, indecisive as to whether he should move back, onto the finger thrusting into him, or to move upwards, into the warm mouth that was wrapped around the head of his cock. And soon another finger was added to the thrusting one and the direction in which they moved changed. And because the two lovers were so occupied with each other, they didn't hear the knock on the front door, as loudly as it was.

Schuldig stretched Yohji out, moving his fingers in a scissoring fashion, before adding a third finger. He heard Yohji moaning and panting from the double assaults. The delicious sounds Yohji was making made his shaft grow harder than it was before. He didn't know how much longer he could keep himself preparing Yohji. He wanted the other so badly and the fact that he hadn't had any sex in the last month was not helping his resolve. But then again, he wouldn't have had sex with any other but Yohji.

And finally Schuldig lost his resolution and withdrew his fingers from Yohji, causing the blonde to whimper softly in protest. Schuldig kissed his way back up to Yohji's neck, stopping there to suckle and create another bruising mark, lathering some of the lubricant on his aching shaft.

Yohji gasped and wrapped his legs around Schuldig's waist, as the redhead started to slowly enter him. Schuldig kissed swollen lips as he pushed into his lover's warm body. Yohji was always so tight, so smooth, even after all the sex they had.

Yohji's hands grabbed onto his arms, squeezing from the mixed pleasure and pain. And as Schuldig finally filled him completely he threw his head back and push his hips down. He needed to feel Schuldig again, needed to feel like the redhead would never leave him again. And after a moments pause, when Schuldig started to slowly thrust into him, he actually believed that the redhead wouldn't.

Schuldig started out slowly, not wanting to hurt his lover any more than was inevitable. But the pleasure from the clenching tightness was a bit too much and he started to increase his pace.

Soon Yohji was moaning incoherently, bucking his hips to meet each of Schuldig's thrusts. Yohji racked his fingernails down the redhead's back, too caught up in the euphoria of the moment to stop from scratching the German. And as trickles of blood dribbled down Schuldig's back, he moved a little fast, a little harder, until the blonde beneath him was screaming out his name.

Yohji was pleading for more, pleading for Schuldig to move faster, harder and faster still. And Schuldig reached behind him and grabbed one of Yohji's legs, bringing it to be placed over his shoulder to allow deeper penetration.

Schuldig looked down onto Yohji's beautiful golden face, flushed and glistening from a soft sheen of sweat. The blonde's hair was spread out over the pillow and his eyes were closed tight in pleasure as he moaned and cried out Schuldig's name. Then Yohji opened his eyes, their gazes locking for a moment before Yohji threw his head back again and tightened his grip on Schuldig.

Schuldig smirked as he realized he'd hit the blonde's prostate, loving the look of utter rapture that crossed over the man's face. Schuldig thrust harder again, straight onto that spot that made Yohji see stars. And then Schuldig sat up, bringing the blonde with him, letting his lover's leg slide down to the crock of his arm.

Yohji started ridding Schuldig, thrusting down as Schuldig thrust upward into him. Yohji bent his head down and started kissing Schuldig, suckling on his lips and delving his tongue deep into the redhead's mouth. Yohji's arms wrapped around Schuldig's shoulders, squeezing the olive skin tightly as he thrust downward onto Schuldig's hard shaft. The blonde tried to anchor himself to the other man as they found his prostate again. He aimed for it over and over again until he was on the brink of orgasm, screaming out loudly.

And Schuldig was just as near, grabbing onto Yohji's hips and grinding their bodies together even harder. He reached down and started stroking Yohji's hard erection, trying to bring the blonde over before he, himself, came. Yohji cried out Schuldig's name one final time as he came into the redhead's hand, not being able to take the double assault on his prostate and erection for very long.

White ribbons of cum shot forth from him as Schuldig still pounded up into him. Schuldig buried his face in the blonde's hair, muffling his cry as he came. He held Yohji's limp body, still thrusting leisurely upwards, milking out all that he had left. Yohji was panting heavily into his ear, his arms still around his shoulders, the blonde's hair falling at odd angles and into their faces.

Once they had both calmed their breathing, they lay down together, their limbs entangled with each other's. And as sleep settled upon their sated bodies and minds, they whispered their love to each other, promising of better tomorrows. And in the light of the following day, they worshiped each other as much as possible, the pizza that had yet to be delivered far from their minds. And was not to be remembered again until that subsequent afternoon when hunger struck once more.

"Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be"