Title: Darkness
Pairing: SchuldigxAya
Warning(s): SEX!!! And yaoi.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz belongs to Project Weiss.
Under Cover of Darkness
He comes at the dead of night, slipping into my room with the cover of darkness. I leave a window open, giving him an easy entrance. When he leaves, he shuts the window behind him, and it is like he was never there. But he was.
Sometimes we talk, in hushed voices so my teammates can't hear. If they were to ever find out… I am Weiss, he is Schwarz. Neither of us speak of it, but it hangs above our heads, threatening us with the repercussions of our actions.
His teammates know. The American allows it, he has told me.
Often, he speaks of his team. He tells me of the fondness he has for the younger one, of the respect he has for the precog, of the Irish one and his disturbing mind. He talks of how amusing it is to watch the telekinetic flounder his way through his second crush. He won't tell me who it is, beyond saying that I know him. He grins at me with those blue eyes and brushes a tendril of scarlet hair behind my ears.
On missions, when our groups meet, it is an unspoken agreement between us to avoid the other. I go after the American, who smirks knowingly at me in his pristine suit. Meanwhile, he goes after Yohji, making sure to only injure him.
Eventually, one of our groups have to leave and I go home to wait for him to come.
Rarely, we talk of our lives and what has happened to us. On these nights, we only cuddle, holding each other close in our embrace, fighting back the tears of pain.
Other nights, we travel to ecstasy, his hands running all over my writhing body as I pant, hooking my legs around his waist. He runs his fingers through my hair, smirking when my violet eyes flutter shut. And then I moan, feeling him deep inside of me. We kiss when we approach our limits, as much to muffle the sounds as to express our passion.
Afterward, he draws a blanket up over our sweaty bodies to protect them from the cool night air. We sleep, my back pressed to his chest while his arms wrap around me possessively and our hair spreads across the pillows, my crimson mixing with his orange until it looks like the pillow is on fire.
In the morning, when the sun rises, spilling into my room, he leaves, using his gift to keep me asleep as he untangles our intertwined bodies. Then he goes out the window, drawing it tightly shut behind him.
And when my alarm goes off, I wake up with only the unique scent of my lover on my pillow and the knowledge that he'll be back when the sky is dark.
Fini
A.N.- Well, I just found this one hanging around on my computer… I think I wrote this about five years ago, so if it sounds…. Crappy, that's why.
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