Love Song to Desperation by Tanith Night
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairings: Schuldig x Yohji
Warnings: Yaoi, Lime, Song Fic
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I own the world and everything in it, up to and including the boys from Weiss Kreuz. Why am I in a room with padded walls and oh, what an interesting jacket.
Rating: R
Author's Notes: On David Bowie's CD that was released to fan club members only David introduces the song saying "This is probably a love song to desperation. It's a favorite song of mine from the Outside Album. It's called the Motel." I wrote this to the song the paragraphs are during the instrumental portions in between the lyrics. The chorus was written with the words. The story at this portion is simultaneously with the lyrics. Okay, everything is explained (I hope). Now on with the story!
lyrics
Schuldig stood at the counter speaking to the desk clerk. He gave a half smile handing over a credit card he turned toward Yohji. Yohji was leaning against the wall by the door with arms wrapped around his waist. Schuldig finished paying for the room and made his way over to Yohji. He raised his right hand and ran it along the left side of his face. With a quick peck on the nose Schuldig led them to their room.
Key in hand Schuldig opened the door and entered pulling Yohji with him. The door shut with hands in hair, wondering along the body, and breath mingling. They fell into bed never once parting.
For we're living in a safety zone
Don't be holding back from me
We're living from hour to hour down here
And we'll take it when we can
Schuldig removed Yohji's shirt slowly lifting it over his head. He then unfastened his jeans a pulled them down his long legs. Standing at the end of the bed he crossed his arms at the hem of shirt and lifted. With his shirt piled on Yohji's jeans he removed his jeans. Naked he climbed on the bed covering Yohji's body with his. His lowered himself so that they were touching from chest to toes.
It's the kind of living which recognizes
The death of the odorless man
When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow
It's not Eden but it's no sham
Schuldig ran a hand through Yohji's hair moving it away from his face. As he leaned down Yohji raised his head to meet half way for a kiss that seemed to last an eternity and sealed their souls.
Schuldig kissed his way down Yohji's body.
There is no hell
Reaching his sex, he took it in his mouth.
There is no shame
Yohji arched while fisting his hands in Schuldig's hair.
Like an old hell
Yohji's grip tightened as he reached the precipice.
There is no hell
Climaxing, Yohji's entire body relaxed. Schuldig kissed him, both luxuriating on the taste.
And it's lights up, boys
Lights up boys
The desk clerk stood at the business end of a katana sweating bullets. Hastily he wrote down a number. The number was that of the lovers sharing a bed and eternal embrace. Sheathing his katana Aya, Ken, and Omi ran down the hall to the room indicated on the paper. Clearing their minds of all thought as they ran. Finding the room they stop and breathe. Aya once again unsheathed his katana in a sweeping arc. Ken balled his hands into fists exposing each blade of his bagh nakh. Omi removed a handful of darts one between each finger.
Explosion falls upon deaf ears
While we're swimming in a sea of sham
Living in the shadow of vanity
A complex fashion for a simple man
With Yohji's knees bent, Schuldig quickly prepped him.
There is no hell
Schuldig then positioned himself between Yohji's spread legs.
There is no shame
Moving in concert.
There is no hell
They climaxed together.
Like an old hell
Lowering on to Yohji.
There is no hell
Heart beating against heart.
And the silence flies on its brief flight
A razor sharp crap shoot affair
And we light up our lives
The three of Weiss enter. Moonlight cascades over the two in bed. Walking to the edge of the double bed Aya raises his katana above his head. He brought the sword piercing the lovers in the heart with a single blow.
And there's no more of me exploding you
Re-exposing you
Like everybody do
Re-exploding you
I don't know what to use
Make somebody move
Me exploding
Me exploding you
The three remaining members of Schwartz stood at the foot of the bed. Farfarello bowed his head at a fallen comrade. Nagi had tears running down his face and furniture began to rise ever so slightly. Adjusting his glasses Crawford placed a comforting hand on Nagi's shoulder. Turning and walking out of the room he said… "bring them."