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These characters do not belong to me! They belong to the WeiB Project and Takehito Koyasu, although once he meets me, he'll glady give me the rights. Anyway, don't sue me.
WARNING!
This story contains Shonen-ai and Yaoi! If you don't know what those are, please refer to this page. This will prepare you for any shocking things you may see in this fic. Keep in mind, this fic is Adult, and therefore, you've been warned! If you are the acceptable age, or you think you're ready, please continue.
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Schuldich cast a gaze at Crawford and then sighed. Crawford would never
agree, would never reciprocate his feelings. Crawford was too wrapped up
in his own work.
Schuldich had only recently discovered his feelings. After working
so long with Crawford, he had come to see how he relied on and needed
the dark haired American. They had worked together the longest out of
the four who make up Schwarz.
The redheaded German had realized his feelings for the American
when the leader of WeiB had hurt Crawford. It hadn't been much, just a
flesh wound, but still Schuldich had been worried. On the way home, he
had lovingly cared for and treated the wound. Crawford had been
half-conscious, listening to the hysterical ramblings of the German.
After that, nothing had been said. Crawford had been treated, his
wound already beginning to heal. Now, it was nothing but a memory.
Schuldich didn't know if Crawford's memories included the ones about the
German babbling about how he loved him. Schuldich waited, worried, but
nothing was ever said.
He was on pins and needles every time he was in Crawford's
presence. He wanted to repeat everything, every little hysterical phrase
when he saw those dark blue eyes leveled on him. But he kept quiet, only
casting mournful gazes at his leader.
He tried several times to filter his mind into Crawford's. He
wanted to know, needed to know how the American felt about him. Each
time, Crawford caught the lurking German and shoved him out of his mind.
"Stop that," he commanded, turning his burning blue eyes onto the
red head. "I don't want to tell you that again."
Schuldich tried to act like his normal, proud self, but he came
off hollow. "Hmph. There's not too many interesting things up there,
anyway."
Crawford stared at him a moment longer before turning back to his
laptop. His clacking keys drowned out the sound of Schuldich sighing.
Schuldich stood and left. He had to leave. Nagi and Farfarello
were making it too easy to ignore them (they had been sitting quietly in
the same room), and Schuldich just wanted to throw himself on Crawford.
He went to his room and lay down on his bed. How would he ever
tell Crawford of the feelings he harbored? He had to get him alone, but
how? Crawford could see the future, and therefore could see any silly
confession Schuldich might try to make. He bit his lip, wondering on how
to tell him.
Downstairs, Crawford had a sudden vision. He was overwhelmed by
the intensity of it. Bodies were pressed tight, flesh against flesh. The
air was hot and tight, and it was hard to breath. Gasps and moans came
from the two bodies that were locked in the throws of passion.
Crawford put a hand to his chest to still his beating heart. His
face was flushed, and he had trouble breathing. What was that he had
just seen? He adjusted his glasses, his face flaming, when he realized
that it was two lovers making love. He wondered briefly who they were,
and then pushed it out of his mind.
Schuldich's mind raced. Drug him? No, he didn't want to hurt the
man he loved. Tie him up? Crawford would foresee that. Schuldich sighed
and turned to lie on his stomach. What could he do? Everything he wanted
to do, Crawford would see through it. Maybe if he just confessed,
leaving everything up to chance? Crawford might predict it, but that
wouldn't stop Schuldich.
Schuldich sat up, clenching his fist in anger. Yes, goddamnit!
He'd confess, and he'd make Crawford listen. If he had to, he's apply
force to make him stay and listen. He had to tell Crawford! He couldn't
keep it locked away anymore!
He prepared for the night with great gusto. He found one of his
most fashionable outfits and put it on. Before his full-length mirror
(because fashion is everything to an assassin), he posed dramatically.
As night fell, he readied himself. Butterflies danced in his
stomach and his knees trembled. He adjusted his white coat in the
mirror, kneading his lip with his teeth. Could he still do this? Could
he tell Crawford?
He pulled his coat down with one final tug. Yes, he said,
steadying himself. He'd do it, and Crawford would listen. If he didn't
sit still, he'd force his mind upon the older man's and make him stay.
With one last nervous smirk in the mirror, Schuldich tossed his fiery
hair over his shoulder and marched out of his room.
He walked down the hall to Crawford's room. Raising his hand, he
rapped three times on the door. No answer. Again with the knocks. Again,
no answer.
"Crawford!" Schuldich bellowed at the closed door. If he was
asleep, that ought to wake him up.
"I'm down here, you idiot!"
Schuldich turned. He looked across the tiny space that separated
the two buildings that sat close together. The shutter to the first
floor was open, and an irritated Crawford leaned out of it. Adjusting
his glasses, he disappeared out of sight.
Schuldich flushed deeply. Why hadn't he thought of that? Of course
Crawford would still be working on his laptop. He rarely did anything
else.
As Schuldich descended the stairs, Crawford had another, more
vivid vision. Again, two bodies were pressed close. The moans were deep
and loud, clearly the sound of someone enjoying themselves immensely.
The time, the picture became a bit clearer. He saw sweat that covered
the skin of the lovers, like beads of rain. The submissive one, the
person who lay on their back below the other one, threw their head back
to reveal a long, orange mane of spiky hair.
Schuldich? Crawford thought in surprise.
The vision shattered as the shutter was closed behind him. He sat,
staring ahead at nothing, his fingers poised above the keys. His face
was flushed and drops of perspiration rolled down his cheek.
Schuldich dropped into a crouch near him. "What is it?" he
whispered. His eyes darted around the room, but he saw no sign of
danger.
Crawford shook his head. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his
eyes. "Nothing."
Schuldich frowned at the man who kept too many secrets. Then his
eyes widened in realization. "You saw the future, didn't you?"
Crawford raised his dark eyes to look at Schuldich. "How did
you...?
The red head lowered his gaze. "Then you know," he said softly.
Crawford replaced his glasses and resumed typing. "I don't know
why you have to tell me something like that. It's none of my business
what you do after work."
Something wasn't clicking. Schuldich frowned. "What I do after
work? What exactly did you see?"
Crawford sighed. "Must I repeat it? You know what you're going to
do. Just leave me out of it."
"But I can't leave you out! You're the reason I'm here tonight!"
Schuldich put his hands on Crawford's arm, forcing him to stop typing.
"I'm the reason?" Crawford asked coolly. Schuldich knew that tone.
Crawford used it when he wanted to be distanced from the others, when he
wanted to be looked upon as superior.
Schuldich couldn't stand it anymore. Their closeness, the way
Crawford looked at him, the feel of his arm under his hand. He threw
himself into Crawford's arms, thankful that Nagi and Farfarello had gone
to bed.
"Oh, Bradley! I don't care what you saw! I love you!"
Crawford sat there for a moment, utterly stunned. He held a
weeping Schuldich in his arms, vague memories of his visions floated in
his mind. Then, suddenly, he pushed the German away in repulsion.
"Stop that!"
Schuldich lay on the floor where Crawford had pushed him. His eyes
were wide, half hidden by his red hair. His face was innocence hurt, a
look that shocked Crawford.
The German's lip trembled. "Bradley... Give me a chance."
Crawford turned to his laptop and turned it off. He gathered it up
as he talked. "Don't be disgusting. I don't care which way you swing;
just leave me out of it! And don't you use my first name!"
A wave of sorrow swept over Crawford's mind and he almost swooned
from the feeling. He turned and glared at the German. "And keep your
mind out of mine!"
He stalked to the shutter and put his hand on it. It was late; he
should go to bed. That's what I'll do, he thought. Sleep it off.
"What was your vision?"
He turned. Schuldich sat up, his back to the American. Crawford
frowned darkly, his cheeks flushing gently.
"You... were making love to someone. Rather," he corrected
himself, "Someone was making love to you."
"Who...?"
"I don't know," Crawford snapped. "I didn't see nor do I care." He
turned to open the shutter again.
"Crawford."
Crawford sighed, exasperated. "What?"
He heard the German rise and come close to him. A gentle hand on
his shoulder made him turn. Before he could chastise Schuldich, the
German caught his lips in an embrace.
Crawford's eyes widened. He didn't want this, but he couldn't pull
away. Schuldich's serene face so near his. Something about it drained
his attempts to get away.
His hands shook and he dropped the laptop he was carrying. His
quivering hands came to rest on Schuldich's shoulders.
Schuldich pulled back, the kiss exhausted. He lowered his eyes to
his clasped hands. Crawford could not say anything.
The red head looked up. Crawford just stared at him with
unreadable, serious blue eyes. He didn't know how to react to Crawford's
strange expression.
"Br... Crawford?"
Before he could react, Crawford pulled the younger Schuldich to
him for another kiss. The German made a muffled 'eep!' of surprise.
Crawford's mouth hungrily devoured Schuldich's. Their eyes stared into
each other’s in surprise as their tongues met between their lips.
Schuldich finally pulled away from their extended, frenzied
kisses. Crawford's hands gently cradled Schuldich's face, and they gazed
at each other with frightened eyes.
"Cra... Bradley."
Crawford's breath came a bit faster. Why had he done that? His
instinct had taken over. He hadn't meant to kiss Schuldich. But the
feel... had excited him. He liked it. He liked kissing Schuldich.
"Schuldich," he said in a strangled voice. He lowered his eyes,
and they unconsciously traveled down the German's body. His breath
caught in his throat as he looked once more upon Schuldich's pale face.
Why had he never noticed how handsome he was? Crawford reached a
hand up and ran it through the spiky red hair. It was soft, and it
traveled through his fingers so easily. And Schuldich's eyes. So large
and expressive, like a child's.
"I...," he choked, trying to explain. What was he trying to
explain? His feelings? Did he feel like...?
He pushed Schuldich away gently. "I'm sorry," he finally mumbled.
"I don't know what came over me." He grabbed up his laptop, opened the
shutter, and practically ran to his room.
He closed his door and pressed his back against it, breathing
heavily. He dropped his laptop and pulled off his glasses. He put a hand
to his face, trying to stop his pounding heart.
Why? he kept asking himself, Why?! What had that been about? Had
he just been caught up in the moment? Or had that kiss released feelings
that he had never known about?
His mind was in confusion as he dug the heels of his hands into
his eyes. "Aaaah!" he cried, throwing his glasses across the room. "I'm
so fucked up!" he yelled at no one.
Schuldich stood, left alone in the empty room. Slowly, he reached
out and closed the shutter against the wind. Turning, he leaned his back
against it and sat down. With a strangled sob, he buried his face in his
hands and began crying.
A light on the steps was flicked on. Schuldich ignored it,
thinking it might be Crawford back for something he had left. Light
steps alerted him and he knew it must be Nagi.
"Schuldich?" the boy asked quietly. "Is that you down here?" Nagi
stepped off the stairs and stood there in the small patch of light that
was provided from the light.
Schuldich was thankful for the darkness as he quickly wiped his
tears and stood. "Yeah. It's me Nagi. What is it?"
Nagi walked across the floor, stopping by the couch and pulling
the blanket off the back. He threw it around himself. "Crawford's up
there yelling obscenities, so I came down here to sleep. I checked on
Farfarello, but he seems fine." He looked closely at Schuldich in the
darkness. "Why are you dressed up? Are you going out, this late at
night?"
Schuldich smoothed out his coat with a sigh. He watched as Nagi
crawled onto the couch. How cute and innocent he looked when he was
sleepy, Schuldich thought. He smiled, placing a hand on Nagi's head.
"Yeah. I'm going out. I'll get Crawford tomorrow for being loud.
He should know better, since you're so young and you need your sleep."
He patted Nagi's head. "Good night."
"Not that young," Nagi mumbled, half asleep already. "G'night..."
He was asleep ever before Schuldich had made it up the steps, exiting
out onto the street.
Crawford suddenly slammed the shutter open and looked in. His eyes
had the hunted, haunted look about them. He spied Nagi on the couch and
shook him awake.
"Whaaaaat?" Nagi asked, irritated.
"Where's Schuldich?" Crawford asked, his face flushed in urgency.
"Left to go out." Nagi pulled the blanket over him and rolled
over, putting his back to Crawford.
Crawford ran up the steps that the German had recently walked up.
He burst onto the street, looking up and down for the person he was
hunting for. He needed someone to yell at, and Schuldich was his person.
How dare he do those things to him! He was pissed now that he had
thought about it.
Schuldich traveled down the street, shoving his hands deep into
his pockets. He had to get away, to think about something other than
Crawford. He had plans to go to a disco. He knew that he would see many
couples there, but it would be better than being with Crawford.
A tiny noise alerted him, and he tilted his head ever so slightly
in its direction. It came from behind him. He swept his mind around to
search for people, but he couldn't detect anyone. The sound was not
repeated. Even if he was being followed, he didn't care. As long as they
didn't take action, neither would he.
He turned the corner onto a busy street. He spotted a disco at the
other end and decided to go into that one. Nodding to himself, he
entered the brightly flashing room. Loud music played and people mingled
all over. Regaining his old smirk, he walked in.
Crawford watched as Schuldich entered the disco. He cursed himself
for not being more careful. His little slip had alerted the German to
his presence. He was thankful though that Schuldich had taught him a
mind vanishing trick long ago. They were always wary of people that
might have the same psychic powers as they did, and were taught how to
shield themselves from these powers.
Grumbling to himself, he entered the disco. He blended in, wearing
casual slacks and an informal shirt. He slipped into the back, finding a
table in the half dark of the room. He cursed Schuldich for choosing
such a public place to go to. Now he couldn't get the red head alone to
talk to him.
Schuldich sipped from his glass, grimacing at the sharp taste. He
sighed and looked around from his position at the bar. Instead of
feeling better, he began to feel more depressed. He needed something to
take his mind off the previous events.
With a start, his eyes were drawn and riveted to a man near the
back. He clenched his fist as he stared hard at the man. Several girls
who stroked his hair and face surrounded the man. Schuldich looked
around for the others, but he didn't see them. He turned back to
watching the man who infuriated him.
"Kudou Yoji," he said between gritted teeth. The arrogance of that
man suddenly angered Schuldich. How dare he flaunt his women like that!
What made Schuldich the angriest was the fact that Yoji just played with
those women, never realizing how much he hurt their feelings when it was
all over. Hurt just like how Schuldich was feeling now.
On a whim, Schuldich slipped his mind into Yoji's. He became
enraged at the thoughts he found there in his mind. With a sudden
impulse, Schuldich suddenly wrapped his mind entirely around Yoji's and
gave it a quick, hard squeeze. He watched in satisfaction as Yoji
spluttered, dropping his glass and clutching his chest. The women only
surrounded him more, cooing and trying to help him.
Yoji looked up and his bright green eyes scanned the room. He was
equally as startled when he noticed the German sitting at the bar.
Schuldich smirked evilly and raised his hand in a jaunty wave.
Crawford's face darkened. Who was Schuldich waving at? Crawford
descended into glowering. How dare he try to pick someone up! Especially
since thathad just happened at home. Was Schuldich just playing with
Crawford to get his own way?
Schuldich stood up, motioning for Yoji to follow him. Pushing away
the clinging girls without a word, Yoji followed Schuldich into the
men's restroom. He waited until Schuldich had shoved everyone else out
before turning and pulling out his wire.
"What are you doing here?" Yoji asked. His eyes were narrowed as
he gazed at Schuldich over his wire. "If you try anything..."
Schuldich pressed his back up against the wall, folding his arms
across his chest and closing his eyes. "Shut up. We're not on a mission,
just like you aren't." His voice echoed hollowly in the empty room. "Put
your weapon away. I'm not going to hurt you."
Yoji reluctantly lowered his wire after several tense moments of
silence. He retracted the wire back into his cuff, but kept his hand
near in case he needed to redraw it.
"What do you want?" he asked flatly.
Neither of them knew that Crawford guarded the door from the
outside, listening to their every word. Through a crack in the door, he
watched the action.
Schuldich pushed himself away from the wall and began slowly
walking around Yoji in a wide circle. "What are you doing here?"
Yoji frowned, turning to watch as Schuldich strolled around to his
side. "Just having fun. A break from a mission."
Schuldich's eyes snapped open and fixed on Yoji. A sudden rage
flashed through him. His mind became clouded and he wanted to hurt
someone. With sudden steps, he came close to Yoji, walking until the
other assassin had his back against the wall.
"You play with those women," Schuldich hissed, glaring into Yoji's
face. He put an arm on either side of Yoji, his palms pressed flat on
the cool wall. They stood there for a moment, staring at each other.
Yoji's fist came up to punch Schuldich away, but the red head caught the
wrist and pinned it against the wall.
Yoji snorted. "Since when have you begun to protect the innocent?
That's not your line of work." He looked closely at the German. "And
what are you doing here?"
Schuldich's face flushed as the memories came flooding back. He
felt the kiss with Crawford on his lips and he lowered his eyes from the
other assassin.
Outside, Crawford smiled proudly. That was his Schuldich, all
right. The real Schuldich. Here he was, doing his job by catching one of
those annoying WeiB assassins. He readied the blade that was pressed
against his bare chest, ready to pull open the door to join the fight.
"I... had to get away," Schuldich said softly.
Yoji laughed mockingly. "Aww, is killing becoming too much for
you? Is your little conscious crying out for you to acknowledge it?"
Yoji stuck his tongue out. "I'd be surprised if you even had one."
Schuldich's mind drew a blank. He didn't know what he was doing
until too late. Yoji's pink tongue, exposed out of his mouth. Before
either of them could react, Schuldich had leaned forward and taken it
into his mouth, kissing the rival man.
To his surprise, Yoji responded to his kiss. Their tongues fought
between their lips, and their lips caressed each other’s.
And then suddenly, Schuldich was flying across the room from the
punch Yoji had thrown at his face. He landed hard against the other
wall. Raising his eyes, they glared at each other, faces flushed.
"H- how dare you!" Yoji spluttered. In an instant he had drawn his
wire and whipped it out. Schuldich raised his hands against it, but the
thin coil wrapped around his neck and pulled him to his feet. He took
one ragged breath before the wire tightened, cutting off his air supply.
He dangled there, feet barely touching the ground as the wire slowly
strangled him. All he could see was Yoji's infuriated face as he opened
his arms a bit more, tightening the wire a tad more.
To their surprise, the door slapped open and Crawford rolled in.
Jumping to his feet, he drew his small knife and cut through the wires
that held Schuldich aloft. The German collapsed to the ground, breathing
hoarsely as he sucked in great breaths.
Crawford picked up the smaller German and slung him over his
shoulder. He turned and glared at Yoji. "We weren't after you this time,
but we'll make sure to pay you back for this." He hoisted Schuldich
again to make sure he was settled. "For now, we retreat." And he walked
past Yoji and out of the disco.
Left behind, Yoji collapsed against the wall, putting a hand to
his chest to still his rapid breathing. His face was flushed from
embarrassment and confusion. "Wh... What just happened?" he whispered
softly to himself.
Crawford kicked the door shut behind him. He ignored Schuldich's
pleas to let him down and let him walk for himself. Crawford finally
consented by dumping the German on his own bed.
Schuldich pried the left over wire away from his throat, glaring
at his leader the whole time. Crawford left the room, returning a moment
later with a few supplies. He surveyed Schuldich with an unreadable
gaze, from the blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth to the
bruises on his arms from where he had fallen.
Schuldich sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and turning his
face away from Crawford's. "Go away," he commanded. "I'm fine."
Crawford looked at Schuldich. This wouldn't be easy. Knowing that
the German wouldn't sit still and let himself be treated, Crawford
grabbed Schuldich's shoulder and forced him down on the bed. Straddling
him, he put his knees on Schuldich's shoulders to keep him down. Pinning
him this way, Crawford began to calmly clean the others wounds.
"Cra- Crawford!" Schuldich howled, trying to get away from the man
above him. The way he was pinned, how easily it had been done,
embarrassed him and he wanted to get away. He didn't want to be in this
kind of position with the man he felt so strongly for.
Crawford placed a piece of tape over the corner of Schuldich's
mouth and then sat back on his chest. "There, finished," he announced.
Schuldich put his hands on Crawford's hips. "Then get off me," he
mumbled. his face bright red. Crawford stared at him for a moment and
then realized how they were. Flushing a bit himself, he rolled off the
German.
They sat, side by side, on Schuldich's bed. Each felt
uncomfortable in the silence that reigned. Schuldich shifted nervously.
"So... what were you doing at that disco?" Schuldich finally
asked, breaking the oppressive silence.
Crawford's face flushed and he nervously squeezed his hands
together. "Ahh... I was... I was following you," he replied softly.
"Why?" Schuldich turned to look with curious eyes at his partner.
"I wanted...," Crawford started, and then stopped. He laughed
loudly, nervously. "This is too silly to say."
"Tell me," Schuldich whispered softly.
"I wanted someone to fight with...," Crawford mumbled. "I was so
mad at you... I wanted to pick a fight with you."
Schuldich smiled slightly. "So you followed me to that disco." His
smile widened. "Did you get the fight you wanted?"
Crawford turned to Schuldich, his eyes dark and serious. "You were
hurt in there. Why'd you do something so stupid if you thought you were
alone?"
Schuldich left out a loud sigh and fell back on the bed. He put
his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling. "I was mad. I was...
hurt. I wasn't thinking," he said, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have
to look at Crawford. His heart began to beat faster. They were in his
room. They were on his bed. He swallowed nervously. He knew Crawford
wouldn't let anything happen, but still...
Crawford reached out and brushed a strand of red hair off
Schuldich's cheek. "Next time, think."
Schuldich's eyes flashed open at the touch. Crawford leaned over
the red head slightly, gazing down into his eyes. Without thinking, he
reached out and caressed the German's face.
Schuldich wanted it so badly, but he pulled away, rolling over
onto his side. "Don't," he whispered. His voice choked in his throat.
"Every time you touch me, look at me..." He trailed off into an
embarrassed silence.
A hand reached over his shoulder and pressed against his hands. He
felt Crawford's face near his and was suddenly aware of the body that
was pressed against his from behind.
Crawford's breath stirred the hair on the German's neck, making
his mind spin. "I want to keep touching you," the American whispered
softly. He pulled the red head a bit closer to him.
Schuldich's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped his throat. They
lay, back to chest, their fingers now entwined. Tears came to his eyes
and his voice was choked off by further sobs. Crawford propped himself
up on one arm, turning the German's face to look at his.
Smiling, still a little uncertain, Crawford gently wiped away a
tear that trickled down Schuldich's cheek. The breath caught in
Crawford's throat, but he managed to get out, "May I... kiss you,
Schu...?"
Schuldich reached up, lacing his fingers behind Crawford's neck.
He drew the face towards his and pursed his lips, signaling that
Crawford could kiss him.
Which he did with force. He kissed the red head hard and
passionately. They exchanged desperate kisses for a while, their tongues
exploring each other's mouths. They parted slowly, and only their
mouths. Their bodies were still entwined and they had no intention of
moving.
Crawford began to rain gentle kisses down Schuldich's neck. The
German gladly let him, throwing his head back to expose more of his
sweet flesh to his lover. Crawford's mouth roamed freely on the
uncovered skin.
His hands trailed down to push off Schuldich’s coat and then
slowly unbutton his shirt. Their mouths once more clashed, and
Crawford's hands explored the new skin that had been revealed to him.
Crawford moved his mouth from Schuldich's to his chest, where he
began to suck gently on the skin. Schuldich placed his hands on
Crawford's head, burying them in the thick, dark hair. He bit his lip to
stifle a moan as Crawford's mouth brushed his nipple. Sensing the body
below his shiver at the touch, he took it into his mouth to give
Schuldich even more pleasure.
"Ohh...! Brad... ley..."
"What?" Crawford whispered softly, moving his mouth to the other
side of Schuldich's chest. "What is it you want me to do?"
Schuldich's back arched with the feelings that were coursing
through him. "M- more...," he gasped. He cried out loudly as Crawford's
leg touched him in his most sensitive area.
Crawford laughed softly and moved his hands to the clasp on
Schuldich's pants. As he unfastened them, Schuldich's hands sought to
pull off his leader's shirt. He barely succeeded before being plunged
back into the waves of pleasure as Crawford gently stroked him.
Crawford quickly stripped Schuldich of any remaining clothes and
then went back to feeling the red head. His face flushed, Schuldich
gripped the sheets around him and bit his lip hard to keep from crying
out.
Crawford chuckled and leaned up to kiss him once more. "You can
make noise if you want to," he whispered, licking the red head's ear.
Schuldich looked up lovingly at him, reached up and pulled off the older
man's glasses.
"They're in the way," he explained softly. Crawford smiled, kissed
him once more and then left a trail of kissed down the German's pale
body. He gently tapped Schuldich's legs apart and kissed the insides of
his thighs.
Schuldich shivered in anticipation, biting one of his fingers to
stifle his moans, despite what Crawford had told him. With a loud
muffled cry, he shuddered as Crawford took his length into his mouth.
Crawford fought with his gag reflex for a moment before taking
more of Schuldich in. The red head soon gave up trying to muffle his
moans, and began to cry out loudly as they moved together.
Schuldich clutched at the sheets, throwing his head back each time
he felt Crawford swallow more of him. To Crawford, this was a new
sensation. He had never done anything like this with anyone. The
pleasure he got in watching Schuldich's face was enough to almost make
him come.
Without thinking, Schuldich let loose his mind and touched
Crawford's with it. This time, Crawford gladly let the German into his
mind and they began to share the same thoughts. The pleasure swept into
Crawford's mind, making him dizzy and light headed.
"Br- Brad... ley," Schuldich gasped, casting anxious eyes down at
the dark haired man. "M- move away..."
Crawford's dark eyes smiled up at the German, and he thought to
Schuldich, No. I won't move away now. Not yet.
With his loudest cry yet, Schuldich shuddered and came. Crawford
kept his mouth around Schuldich, tasting and swallowing the bitter fluid
that came into his mouth.
Releasing him, Crawford straddled Schuldich to lean up to kiss
him. Schuldich pull him close, their mouths devouring each other,
sharing the bitter love that they both tasted.
"Bradley," Schuldich whispered, when they parted once.
Crawford looked down, gently stroking the red head's face. "What
is it?"
Schuldich's flushed face became a bit redder. "I... I love you,"
he said, lowering his eyes.
Crawford placed his fingers at Schuldich's sweet mouth. Without
having to tell him, Schuldich opened his mouth and let the older man
slide two fingers deep into his mouth. Crawford smiled, gently pushing
and pulling his fingers in and out of the other's mouth.
He leaned down, kissing Schuldich's ear. "I love you, too," he
whispered. His words were greeted with a soft moan from Schuldich,
muffled by the fingers in his mouth.
Crawford pulled out his fingers and flipped the German over with
his other hand. Before Schuldich could protest, the American slid his
wet fingers into Schuldich.
"Aaaah!" Schuldich cried out loudly, collapsing onto his stomach.
His hands clenched at the sheets and he bit them to stop the moans that
racked his body. Crawford continued his pleasurable torture by sliding
his fingers in and out of Schuldich.
Leaning over the German, he whispered into his ear. "Are you
ready, my love?" he asked. "Are you ready for me to make love to you?"
Sweat covered Schuldich's pale skin, and he nodded his head.
Pulling his fingers out, he put them back at Schuldich's mouth, who
gladly took them back in to suck. Crawford loosened his pants and pulled
Schuldich's hips up into the air in an absurd position. Schuldich,
conscious of this, buried his face into the sheets.
Crawford stroked his back softly. "Shh.... I'll be gentle," he
whispered. Getting onto his knees, Crawford pressed himself at
Schuldich's entrance. Schuldich moaned loudly, gripping the sheets as he
waited for the pain before the pleasure.
With a quick thrust, Crawford was inside Schuldich. Schuldich
gasped and his legs trembled, threatening to collapse on Crawford.
Crawford held his hips and leaned his body over Schuldich's, gently
whispering words into his ear.
"I love you, Schuldich," he said. "It wasn't until you kissed me
that I realized it. I wanted you. I want you. I have you. You're mine."
He slowly began to move in and out of Schuldich in a rhythm. "I'll keep
you safe, always. I won't let anyone touch my precious treasure ever
again!"
He pulled out of Schuldich and turned the German over onto his
back. Spreading his legs, he entered him once more, pulling the
shuddering body up into his arms. Tears flowed from Schuldich's clenched
eyes and he slipped his arms around Crawford's neck. His nails dug deep
into the American's back, drawing blood and leaving scratches there.
"Brad... Bradley," Schuldich gasped softly. He panted loudly and
held tight to his lover. "I... I... I love you," he repeated.
Crawford smiled and stroked the spiky red hair that fell down
Schuldich's back. "I love you, dear heart. I love you with all my
heart."
Schuldich's face tilted up and his panting became more ragged.
Crawford nodded, and he began to push faster into Schuldich. "You're
going to come, huh?" he asked tightly. Schuldich nodded his head
slightly, his eyes clenched tighter. "Me too."
With one last loud cry, Schuldich spent himself. With a short
groan, Crawford also came. They lay, breathing hard, in each other's
arm. The sheets were messed up and bunched around them.
Crawford lay on his back, holding Schuldich's head on his chest,
above his heart. After several moments of silence and no movement,
Schuldich finally pushed himself up to look down upon Crawford.
Their mouths sought out the other’s. They kissed deeply for many
minutes. Then Schuldich pulled back and gazed into Crawford's dark eyes.
His hand gently stroked Crawford's cheek.
"That was... wonderful," he whispered softly, blushing slightly.
Crawford smiled broadly, pulling the red head back on to his
chest. "Of course it was," he laughed. "It was our love."
Schuldich traced patterns on Crawford's chest. "I'm glad I fell in
love with you."
Crawford ran his hands through the spiky red hair. "I love you,"
he repeated. "And I always will."
"Always?" Schuldich questioned.
"Always." Crawford grinned, trailing a finger down Schuldich's
back and over his rear, making the man shiver. "Now, what were you doing
kissing Kudou Yoji?"
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