Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Yotan's Dating Service ❯ Interlude, AKA Chapter 5a ( Chapter 5 )

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Authors Note: Alright, I know that this is a disturbingly short chapter, which is why I'm saying that it's 5a. I have a lot more for this chapter, which I'll hopefully get up sometime this week, but I've suddenly remembered that I do, infact, go to school. And that while I am there, I do get assigned work to do. So, I'M SORRY for not getting this completely done. I will work very hard on it tonight and tomorrow, I promise.

Disclaimer. Hmm, Déjà vu. . . no, I don't own. If I did, I would get paid for doing this. Which I am not in any case. (pooh.)

Yotan's Dating Service

Chapter 5

++++++++ Monday night, four days left.

Yohji sat in the window looking out into the dark night. The streetlight was throwing it's slightly blurry light into his room, lighting on his face and bare chest, glancing off the cigarette he held in his hand.

The floor let off a creak behind him, but he did not turn. He knew whoever was there wouldn't hurt him. He vaguely wondered who it was. Momo-san? She was the only one who had a spare key…

Strong arms wound their way around his waist, trapping his against a male chest. Definitely not Momo-san.

Still, Yohji didn't get up. He examined the arms around his waist, noting the corded muscle, suggesting that the man was not unused to physical labor, saw the tanned skin. The man's hands were soft, but had the look of recently softened calluses. He ran his fingers down the side of one of those hands, feeling the soft, firm skin.

Yohji became aware of the other man's soft breathing against his neck, a few hairs brushing against his shoulders. The other softly kissed the neck in front of him, no more than a brush of lips against the curve of his shoulder. The sensation tingled down Yohji's entire body, settling in his groin and working magic on his flesh.

Then the other's hands went to work, one moving from around his waist to caress his chest, brushing teasingly against a nipple. Yohji let out a small moan at the sensation as the other hand went to work on the ties of his sweat pants, while butterfly kisses were rained down on the back and sides of his neck.

Yohji looked to the side, catching sight of a lock of flame red hair before turning to face the man he knew would be behind him, had known was there since he'd heard the other in the room.

He caught Shuldich's face between his hands and brought him in for a long passionate kiss. Yohji ran his tongue along Shuldich's partially open lips, seeking entrance. Shuldich's mouth opened for Yohji, his tongue sneaking into Yohji's own mouth and performing an exploration itself.

Shuldich's hands had never stilled on Yohji, moving to caress his sides, his chest, his stomach, any bit of skin he could touch. One of Yohji's hands slid down to tease at a nipple, making Shuldich moan into Yohji's mouth. Yohji's other hand found its way to the back of Shuldich's neck, his fingers lightly caressing while the palm kept the other man in place.

Shuldich ran out of patience with the teasing when Yohji went to work on his other nipple. He wrapped the blonde's legs around his waist, holding him tightly while picking his up for the few steps to the soft bed. He deposited Yohji on the bed, straightening him before placing one knee on either side of Yohji's feet. He shed his clothing as he crawled his way up to the blonde's lips, ending up in only a pair of silky boxers upon reaching his goal.

Yohji ran his hands up and down the red heads sides when their mouths met, loving the feeling of soft skin over muscle. He moved his wandering hands to Shuldich's back, exploring the muscles flowing there with Shuldich's every move.

They both moaned when Shuldich rotated his hips, creating wonderful friction between their erections. The red head started to kiss a path down the others chest, stopping at the nipples to lick and nip. Yohji made a low sound in the back of his throat when the German leaned back and blew on the sensitive nubs, making them harden further. He resumed his downward progress, reaching to Yohji's sweatpants and tugging them down as he went. They were low enough by the time the other was at his groin that he could kick them all the way off.

Shuldich licked at the other man's inner thighs and lower stomach, letting his breath caress the impressive length in front of him. The blonde moaned and entangled his hands in the sunset red strands of hair when he nuzzled Yohji's sacs.

"Shu…" he begged when Shuldich stopped to gaze up at him. The red head smirked at the state his prey had been reduced to, keeping eye contact as he took the blonde's head into his mouth, enjoying the wordless cry when he swirled his tongue around it and in the slit. He decided he wanted to hear more of those cries.

He succeeded in that goal the moment he took all of Yohji's arousal into his mouth and in his throat, starting to move his head at a languid pace. Yohji almost jumped when he felt a single finger trace his opening, but was distracted as the suction on his hardened member was increased.

He had just enough cognitive ability left to wonder where the lube on that digit came from before it was pushed inside him. His hands tightened on the hair he was holding, but he was pacified again by the mouth encasing his cock. He hissed as another finger was added. He groaned as a third finger was added, but then they touched a spot inside that made him see stars.

He let out a half whimper, half whine when both sensations were removed. Shuldich brought one of his legs over a shoulder, the other automatically winding around his waist as he positioned himself infront of Yohji's entrance, his boxers having been discarded sometime before.

Yohji's hands came up over his head to grasp his pillow as the head of the other mans cock passed the ring of muscle, his teeth clenching as he tried to ignore the pain. Shuldich bent down, never stopping his slow, steady penetration of the man beneath him, and started to kiss the other's neck and collar bone. He traced a pattern with his tongue, making his way up Yohji's jawbone, finally reaching the blonde's lips. They shared another heated kiss as Shuldich seated the rest of his aching member inside his partner.

They stayed immobile for a few moments, Shuldich barely managing to stay still until he was sure he wouldn't hurt the man beneath him. As soon as he was relaxed enough, Yohji thrust his hips back and up, trying to tell the other to move.

Shuldich hit Yohji's sweet spot on his first thrust, causing the blonde to gasp and moan. He reached up to clutch at the man who started to set a brutal pace.

Shuldich gathered Yohji up in his arms and sat up, bringing them both upright. He placed his hands on Yohji's hips, guiding him in the rhythm he had set, helping him skewer himself on the other's hardened flesh.

Yohji threw his head back with abandon, letting himself go with the sensations gripping his body, the feeling of sweat slick flesh rubbing together, his partner's hands on his hips, his mouth on Yohji's neck. And most of all, the cock thrusting deep inside of him, creating the wonderful sensation of being filled, brushing against his prostate with every motion of the red heads hips.

He felt his completion come closer with every thrust movement that was made, the sensations coming over him in ever increasing waves until he thought he couldn't stand feeling any more. He was taken over the edge when a warm hand sneaked it's way between their bodies and started to work on his cock, setting a counter-rhythm to the thrusts inside of him.

"Shuldich!" He cried out as he came, spurting his seed over himself and his lover, his hands clutching at the shoulders infront of him, only to find that his lover had disappeared and his room was dark and. . . and he woke up.

It had been a dream.

Yohji sat bolt upright, looking at the mess he had made in his boxers in shock.

"Well. . . Shit,"

++++++++ Tuesday, three days left.

The dream led Yohji to several conclusions, one of which was that he was getting too close, another of which was that his red headed client needed to be set up really soon. He also started to wonder about his motives concerning Shuldich - did he really have the man's best interests in heart when he set him up? Was it just jealousy that led him to give the other man poor dates? He didn't think so, but still wasn't sure. He did know that he could no longer trust his motives when it came to this man.

He sat in his office uncharacteristically early, trying to think up flaws in his plan to set Shuldich up with Crawford. He couldn't se any offhand, but that didn't mean tere wern't any there. He didn't trust his natural intuitive ability to read people at the moment.

He glanced at his clock. 9 30. Brad should be at work by now. He was the type to get in disgustingly early, even when it wasn't absolutely necessary. This habit had given Yohji a headache more than once in his previous career.

He picked up the telephone in preparation to call Crawford, see what he could set up.

The phone rang once. Hmm, probably should have thought out what to say to the man before dialing. Twice. Maybe invite him out to a friendly lunch. The man could be a stickler for business, but that didn't make him bad company by any stretch of the imagination. Infact, he was one of the most teasable people Yohji knew, and this made him all the more fun.

"Hello?" Said Brad, finally picking up the phone.

"Braddy!" Yohji said cheerfully.

Brad hung up the phone. Herm. This was going to be more difficult than he'd thought. He would have to not tease the man if he wanted him to go out on a date. He tried calling again.

Three rings later, Brad picked up the phone again. "What?"

"Crawford," Yohji said, still cheerful.

"Kudoh. What do you want?" Well, that just wasn't nice. Brad was being all icy and distant. Yohji hated when people did this, it made him feel like he was being a disturbance. Which he was, but that was beside the point right now.

"You want to go to lunch today?" Yohji asked.

"No." Crawford said, projecting his glare over the phone lines and straight into Yohji's brain.

"Common Br - uh, Crawford" Yohji said, "I'll even let you try to lure me back to work. Again."

Brad took a moment to think about this. Yohji had been a very good representative for the company. He was worth good at attracting people, and Brad had seen an opportunity in him the moment Yohji had been hired. This is why he had been trying to get Yohji to come back to work for the company at every opportunity.

And he wasn't about to stop now. This was too good an opportunity to miss out on - Yohji and he in a secluded spot, with no one to bother them, talking about things that had great importance in life. Brad almost sighed at the perfect picture in his head, thinking of all the business he could get done in that perfect setting.

"Fine." He said, "Meet me in the lobby at eleven - thirty."

Yohji grinned. It was always so easy to read Crawford. He just needed to think of what would earn the most money.

+++++++++ Later,

Yohji stood leaning against the front counter in the impressive lobby of Rozenkruz Hotel, looking up at the chandelier hanging above him. He'd always thought of how easily it could come crashing down on all the people walking underneath, and how no one ever paid it any attention at all.

Someone cleared their throat right by his elbow, causing Yohji to look down into the blue eyes of a woman standing next to him. She was wearing a uniform skirt suit of the hotel, and looking at him with no small amount of amusement. Her bright red hair curled around her shoulders.

"Manx!" Yohji exclaimed, giving her a huge hug. "It's good to see you, how have you been?"

Manx chuckled at Yohji's enthusiasm. "I've been fine Yotan. Birman and I were wondering if you were avoiding us, we haven't seen you in so long."

"Avoid a beautiful woman like yourself? Never!" Yohji said, giving her a playful leer, his arms still around her from the hug.

"Oi," Said a second woman behind Yohji, "Keep your eyes to yourself Kudoh. And unhand my partner this instant."

Yohji spun around, smiling at Birman. "Ah, Birman!" he said, his face turning serious, "I've been meaning to tell you this, but the right moment hasn't come up . . ." Birman looked at him suspiciously. "I . . . well that is. . . Manx and I, we've been having an affair for the past month, and I'm stealing her away from you." He grabbed Manx around the waist and hoisted her up while she laughed and hit his arm.

"Yohji! Put me down!" she said, but couldn't get any more out than that as she was laughing too hard. Birman rolled her eyes and smiled at her friends' antics.

"Kudoh!" snapped Crawford, who had come up while Yohji was trying to give Manx a kiss on the cheek. "Stop harassing my staff."

Yohji looked up with a smile. "Ah, Brad, you too! I have come to declare my undying love for your worker, and - oof, stop squirming dearest - and ride off with her into the sunset!"

Crawford sighed. "I knew this was a bad idea."

"Not at all Brad," Yohji said, putting Manx down with a smile and wandering over to the businessman. "I was just teasing. Would you like to go talk business now?"

The word `business' got Crawford out of his bad mood quickly. "Let's go," he said, heading to the door.

Yohji stopped to farewell Manx, saying "I'm sorry my love, but the sunset will have to wait for us until a later date." He kissed her hand and gave Birman a hug before trotting outside to where Crawford was waiting. They set off for a restaurant down the street that they had gone to several times while Yohji was still working for Rozenkruz.

"So," Crawford said when he had sat down, "What do you want?"

Ah yes, straight to the point. This was one of the features Yohji was never quite sure he liked or disliked - Crawford's way of cutting straight to the point. He put off answering by looking over the menu and deciding on strawberry pancakes.

"Well?" Crawford asked with an eyebrow raised.

Yohji wasn't quite sure how to handle this. He knew Crawford fairly well, and didn't know what approach to take in getting him to go out. Until now, Yohji had been fairly respectful about Crawford's decision not to have a partner.

They ordered their meals, without Yohji having said a thing to answer his ex-boss.

"You know," Crawford said, getting impatient now, "You're being uncharecteristicaly quiet. It makes me suspect I'm not going to like whatever it is you have to say."

Hm. Well, best to just get it over with. . . "Brad," Yohji said, looking serious, "I want you to go out on a date."

"No."

So much for that plan.

"Why not?" Yohji said, still in his serious, business mode. This was the only way to deal with Crawford.

Who glared at Yohji as he replied, "Because I don't want to. End of story."

Yohji saw that he would be hard pressed to convince the man this time. Six years of friendship allowed him to see the depth of Crawford's determination on this subject. It was time to bring out the big guns.

He let his expression soften, knowing that what he was about to do was underhanded, but not caring at this point - he needed to set Shuldich up with someone, before he did something he'd regret. "Crawford," he began, knowing that that was the name his friend proffered, "I've known you for a long time now, and I think I'm justified in saying that I understand at least some of what you've been through in your life. You have to get over him sometime. . ."

There. It was said. Something that Yohji had known for a long time - that Brad had gotten very hurt by a lover at some point in time. He wasn't quite sure when, because it was around the time Asuka died and his sense of time around that period was somewhat unreliable. But he knew something had happened to make the man sitting across from him not want to have anything to do with relationships.

Yohji had respected this because he felt it was important for Crawford to heal, but you can only heal for so long before it becomes habit to be alone. That, and the fact that an angry Crawford scared Yohji.

He looked up into the dark haired man's wide eyes. He looked poleaxed, like someone hid just hit him in the gut. Which was essentially what had just happened.

"How do you know about that?" He asked in a weak voice.

"I figured it out a while ago," Yohji replied honestly. "I thought you needed time to heal. But Crawford, you have to move on."

The anger returned in Crawford's eyes then. "Hypocrite," He hissed at Yohji, "You think *I * need to move on? What about yourself? It's okay for you to mope and mourn your Asuka, and not for me?"

"I - I didn't mean that," Yohji said, trying to think up a good response but coming up blank.

Then the anger seemed to drain out of Crawford, replaced by weiriness. "I'm leaving," he said, putting down his napkin in preparation of getting up.

"No, wait!" Yohji reached across the table to restrain his friend, who, for once stopped to listen to him. "I - please Brad. I'm just trying to help. . ."

Brad sighed. "I know Yohji. I just don't think I need to be helped right now."

"I'll - I'll," Yohji stuttered, trying to think of something he could offer Brad in exchange for going on this date which could help both Crawford and Shuldich. "I'll work at the hotel for a week!" he blurted out.

Crawford looked at him in surprise, that soon faded into his accountant face, his eyes staring through Yohji while he calculated how much money he could make off that one week.

Good, he was considering. Now Yohji just needed to prod him along a little. . . He looked at Crawford plaintively, his eyes going round and glossy, lips pouting just a little bit.

"Please?" he asked softly.

The puppy - dog eyes goaded Crawford into saying "Yes," before he even thought it all through.

"But this had better be good," He warned. Yohji smiled and braced himself for a lunch spent talking about what he was to do when Crawford finally got his week of work. Crawford was planning on getting as much work out of him as was humanly possible, and then some. It was going to be a long week.

++++++++++ Tuesday, about three

Shuldich was just about to leave for work at three o'clock when the phone rang.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Shu!" Said Yohji on the other ling, sounding much too cheerful. "Good news!"

Oh Hell. That can't be good, Shuldich thought. He realized that Yohji was waiting for him to say something. "Well?" he asked.

"I've found another date for you. Can you come in tomorrow at about two?"

Shuldich meant to think this over a little bit, bring up his schedule and see what was happening with work tomorrow, but found that his mouth had agreed without his brain's knowledge. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around Yohji.

"Who's the date?" he asked.

"A friend of mine, who I think you'll like. He used to work with me way back, and I kept in touch. He's fun to hang out with,"

"Hmm. And what makes him so much fun?" Shuldich asked, not really wanting an answer, just needing to hear the other man's voice for a while longer. Shit, this was becoming obsessive. He had to get away, and soon.

"Oh, he's fun to tease. His name is Brad Crawford, he hates being called Braddy. So I do all the time. I dunno, just hang out with him. Have lunch or dinner or something. It'll be fun, I promise.

"I suppose I'll see tomorrow, won't I?" Shuldich asked with a sigh. Only three days left. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not.

"Yeah," Yohji said, sounding preoccupied. Maybe even disappointed? What the hell?

"Uh," Shuldich said, to break himself out of his own thoughts, "I was just about to head out to work. I'll, um, see you at three then."

Damn, now he was getting nervous! Him! Nervous about going over to see Yohji! The man was driving him absolutely insane, obviously.

"Oh, okay. I'll. . . see you then." Yohji said, sounding just as nervous as Shuldich felt. This was getting too bizarre.

They hung up their phones, both wondering what the hell had just gone on. Shuldich walked out his door with a frown.

+++++++++ Tuesday night,

Farfarello had followed his instincts all over the city, looking for his prey. It was difficult - this was a very big city. He had thought of killing a few people, and almost had gone into a few churches on his way, but had restrained himself. The hunt was more important than these people. Besides, he would kill them all later.

He found himself on a street corner in the relative dark, looking around. He felt as if he was being pulled in several directions at once - there was one telling him to go to his left, and one to his right. He decided on his right, thinking that it was busier in that direction. His prey had never been able to resist large groups, claiming that he could get lost in them.

He remembered that, as well as everything about the one he was hunting. But he could remember nothing else. His past was a blank other than the man with flame red hair.

Sometimes he wondered why he knew so much about his prey. He tried to think back to a time when he could remember his life, but doing so would hurt his head to the point that he'd feel like he was going to explode. Those were the times he needed an outside distraction. It was one of those times when he'd taken out his own eye, and each of his scars was a testament of how often he tried to see into his past.

But it never worked, which made him madder. Over time, he came to enjoy the pain he was inflicting on himself, waiting eagerly until the next time he allowed his mind to wander.

Again, he wondered why the stupid people had left all of his knives in the hospital he'd been staying at. He knew that, for whatever reason, people got upset when he cut himself. So why leave them there?

Ah well, he'd sold them and gotten new ones. He grinned as he pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, testing the edge on the ball of his thumb. A line of blood appeared, which he licked off.

There was a club infront of him, the entrance in an extremely well lit alleyway, orbs of light hanging down over the long line of people.

He sneered and hid in the alleyway opposite from this one, watching all the people as they laughed and went on about their business. He wondered how many he could kill before they knew he was there, how many he could kill afterwards, when they were all running.

He was hidden in the darkness, just as he liked. It wasn't actually full darkness - which was practically impossible in a city of this size. But it was at least darker than the surrounding area.

He didn't think about the fact that his pale skin and white-blonde hair might bring attention to himself, but also didn't really care if it did. Which was actually the case.

"Hey," Said a voice by his ear, low and gravely. A knife appeared by his throat making him pause before slowly turning his head to look at his assailant out of the corner of his eye. "Give me all your money," Said the person behind him.

Farfarello smiled. He had just been lamenting the fact that he was too preoccupied with his hunt to kill anyone else, and here a perfect candidate fell into his lap.

It was just too bad that the death of this one would actually be a boon to God, instead of a burden. Ah well, blood was blood after all.

The man with the knife frowned upon seeing the smile stretching across his victim's face. This wasn't supposed to happen. He then took in the numerous scars, the eye-patch, and most of all, the knife the other held. It finally occurred to him that this might not be the best person to deal with, and he tried to slowly back away, keeping his own knife on the other man's neck for as long as possible. Then he broke into a run.

This just made Farfarello all the happier, chasing after the man through a maze of alleys, letting him think he'd lost is hunter, and then jumping out around a corner. The man seemed to avoid all populated places, perhaps because he already had a police record of his own, and didn't want to get caught again. For whatever reason, he led Farfarello on a merry chase. But he bored of this game after a while, and decided to end it.

When he was done with the man, he looked up to the streets around him. He was now nowhere near where he'd been, with no clear way of getting back other than his instincts again. Well, he'd already tried one way and found nothing, he might as well go to the other place he had thought might bear fruit.

He walked for a long time, not really bothered by how far he had chased his prey. It had been a good hunt, and a satisfying kill, which was all that mattered.

He came to his destination, and looked upon it in confusion. It wasn't the type of place he expected his prey to go on a regular basis. A flower shop wasn't exactly characteristic of the red head.

But then Farfarello looked up to the second floor, and he knew. This was the place he would take down his prey.