Chapter 4 to Sleeping with the Enemy
Author's Note: Hello again friends, here is yet another addition to my dark fic. Its pretty late so I'm tired and can't really think of much to say so I wont lol. So I hope you enjoy the chapter, I'm almost halfway through with the next as well. Please review when you finish, I appreciate it bunches =)
Warnings are up! Non-con, lemon, language, mild violence
Disclaimer: To my great misfortune *again* I do not own any of the characters of Weiss Kreuz because *again* I WOULD NOT be sharing AYA! This is strictly for fun
4
The entire day felt wasted, some mundane job in some mundane part of the city to collect some unimportant shit from some unimportant shmuck. He felt cheated, violated, it was such a waste of his god given (or cursed) talent to be playing messenger or package boy, he couldn't even really tell which role it had been. La–dee–fuckin–da. With a disgruntled breath and fluid sweep of his hand through his long hair, Schuldich peered over his shoulder to stare out across the city to the leisurely fading sun, its blinding light dancing through the sky in bleeding waves of red orange and yellow. The sun itself seemed to mirror his mood, attempting to burn the rim of the world on its final farewell for the day.
Poetic . . . he mused to frown. What a load of horseshit.
Slipping his hands into his coat pockets he brushed into the building, inhaling a deep grateful breath to be back home and instantly be assaulted by the chaos brewing within to instantly frown.
Wait . . . what the fuck!
Guards and the other occupants that would usually litter the halls were bustling to and fro with the normal vigor to skid to quick stops and stumble out of the way as Schuldich stormed through the building, anyone unlucky enough to not clear his path was left thrashing on the floor in wild screaming fits cradling their heads. His usually amused eyes were smoldering, darting from one corner to the next to turn down another hall, snarl forming in his thin lips.
"Brad!" He bellowed.
"Schu . . ." Nagi's panicked voice drifted down the hall but it was ignored. He continued stalking through the building, hunting for their leader.
"Bradley you gutless worm come out from wherever you're fucking hiding!"
A door slid open, the Schwarz leader's face creased in annoyance as apparent by the hand holding his forehead. "What the hell are you bitching about Schuldich?" His eyes sealed as fists formed in his shirt to tug him forward then slam him up against the wall.
"You motherfucking bastard! What are people going on about someone getting inside the building and nearly taking off Takatori's head, not that I care about that, but what the hell man! You send me out on some godforsaken stupid grunt task and then something exciting actually happens!"
"So let me get this straight," Brad exhaled while adjusting his glasses. "You're upset?"
Growling irritably, Schuldich tugged him back to slam him back into the wall. "Are you even listening to me you 4eyed bug! Yes I'm fucking up—" he grunted as he was suddenly spun around to be pushed inside the room Brad had emerged from.
Nagi exhaled a long breath and slowly turned, slipping back down the hall, not at all wanting to get involved with what was about to commence.
Schuldich's head throbbed with the tight hold on his tresses, groaned at the rough caresses coming from Bradley's lips engulfing his own. He struggled slightly to grunt as he was thrust up against one of the walls, the lights flipping off before Brad's hand returned to his hair, slipping back into the long silky strands while the other pressed down his abdomen.
Are you questioning my authority?
I'm questioning your sanity! What the hell is wrong with you? Schuldich groaned against the hand grinding into his crotch to suddenly push Brad backwards. "Dude what the hell!" He wiped at his bleeding lip to throw his arms up dramatically. "Come on really!"
Brad sneered, "Too rough?"
"You prick," Schuldich snarled, "you fucking bite me!"
"It's not all I'm gonna do to you—" he grunted to collapse, hands on his head. "Schuldich stop!"
Brows set, dark eyes narrowed and glowing, Schuldich slowly sealed them to take a step around his panting leader.
"I can't believe you just did that to me," Brad hissed to tenderly touch his now throbbing head. "Jeez-us . . . you could've killed me!"
"Oh don't be so dramatic," Schuldich sighed to plop into a chair, "I'm kinda partial to your ass . . . I wouldn't do anything damaging."
"Tell that to my scrambled brain . . ." Brad hissed to gather himself to his feet. "What the hell?"
"Brought it upon yourself, don't get pissy with me," he sighed to tip his head back with a groan. His eyes slipped back open as Bradley's hand touched his face.
"You ok?"
"Fairly better than you I'm sure," he sighed to reach up and trap the hand to his cheek. "Tell me what the hell was going through your head . . . I couldn't make anything outta that jumble. You were kinda freakish . . ."
His eyes closed and he pulled the glasses away. "It's nothing for you to concern yourself with . . . some complications that I handled." He opened his eyes to stare down at the beautiful German staring skeptically up at him. "Right now you're with me . . . that's all I care about."
Schuldich exhaled as the elder man bent closer. "You're a horny bastard."
"Mmm and yet you like every moment of it," he sneered to drop his lips over the redhead's as he smiled. "Wrap around me like you did last night . . ."
"You dirty old man," Schuldich moaned to tip his head up, shifting the angle of their kiss. He slipped an arm quickly up around Bradley's shoulders as he felt the probing tongue seeking entrance to smirk sinisterly as he refused to part.
"Oh come on you little shit," Brad swore to drop his knees beside the redhead's hips and bow over the seat, trapping Schuldich. "Don't fight me babe," his fingers were light caresses on the tanned cheeks, causing Schuldich to grin softly. "That's right, make love with me—" he grunted as he was suddenly pushed backwards, toppling off the chair.
"I've got better things to do, maybe later," he snickered while stepping over his stunned leader.
"Schuldich you pest! Get back here! Schu, at least help me with this!" Brad shouted, clearing indicating the bulge in his pants. "Schu—" the door closed firmly, a sneer in the redhead's lip and chuckle in his step.
Oh there was nothing more invigorating than screwing with someone's head.
To say it would be hard to keep his mind off the redhead trapped in his room was an understatement. It was practically fucking impossible! He'd nearly lost track of everything he'd intended to discuss with the Prime Minister, couldn't stay on track during their actual conversation and had nearly gone as far as to insult the man he was sure. Damn that stubborn gorgeous boy, idling his head into a chaotic mess and the frustrating bit was he couldn't care less, likely wasn't aware he was causing the unshakable Reiji Takatori to be such a mindless buffoon. Thank whatever god for Florence, she was quick to react where he wasn't, chalked it up to him being ill as of late and to indulge his loss of attention. Things seemed to fly smoother with the Prime Minister after that acceptance, the more important of discussion topics were to be picked up later in the week when he'd have time to compose himself. As if that'd happen, he was eagerly anticipating every waking moment to be spent with Ran writhing beneath him, moaning groaning, screaming begging, he didn't care. All he wanted was to hear that sweet voice calling out for mercy. God was he dreaming.
"I am truthfully sorry," Reiji apologized once more while walking the equally plump though excessively older man through his building. "I'd like to have been able to get everything taken care of tonight, but I'm sure you're tired from your flight and could use the rest as well as I. Tomorrow may find us in better condition," he smiled to wave toward a grand set of double doors. "Please enjoy your stay and let us know if there is anything we can do to make your visit better."
"I thank you Mr. Takatori," the bald man bowed his head to slowly rise, hand kneading through his black and white beard, "I might inquire though sir . . . do you have any—entertainment for such a weary old man?"
Reiji chuckled softly. "I can have something arranged sir." That's precisely what I'd like to get back to. "Have a good night."
"Oh, I'm sure I will."
I'm sure. Reiji bowed a final time before brushing away, Florence close behind. "Be sure that everything that goes on in that room is logged . . . I won't be held responsible for someone suddenly turning up missing if the old man gets slightly frisky."
She chuckled her bell-like laugh and nodded while jotting down several things onto her clipboard. "I'm sure we can make a last minute request to some brothel . . . after all no one can rightly refuse services to Reiji Takatori."
He turned to pat her cheek. "You're a gem Florence, what I'd do without you." He brushed forward once more, her sneer fading from his memory.
"Think nothing of it sir." She glanced back to the notes. "So I presume you won't want many disturbances for a good point of the day tomorrow as well?"
He grunted his response, mind already wandering toward his redhead. "If we can keep our not so holy man entertained as well . . ."
She grinned. "I'll see what can be arranged," with a deep breath she folded her stuff against her thighs and bowed, "have a pleasant night Mr. Takatori."
"Good night," he loosened his tie to wave the guards from his path, unlocking the door as she began to retreat back down the hall. A deep inhale which turned to a purr escaped him before he pushed the wood aside, stepping into his luxurious chamber, taking a quick overview to scowl as the only breathing being he could locate was the pimple of a girl. His ire became volatile. He glanced toward the empty bed, to the bloodstain on the carpet then reluctantly back to the girl. "Where is he?"
She sat on the chair he'd fucked him over, her dark eyes narrowed, arms crossed, lips perched in fury. "You're lucky he's not in a casket."
"Don't toy with me wench, where?"
She sighed heavily to glance toward the bathroom. "I took him in there, made sure he wouldn't trigger a seizure."
Reiji dropped his jacket to a table near the door to lift his hands and rip his tie free, his dark eyes never detouring from the girl. "Awful handsy aren't ya?"
"Anything I've done has only been for his best interest, I didn't know he was your lover, how could I have, I had figured he was just gonna be another joyride for your men."
"Your meaning?"
She turned her dark eyes back toward Reiji, a small smile mocking him. "Surely the great Reiji Takatori knows about the scandalous activities that go on within the dark corners of his company. No? Well let me tell you, they aren't pleasant. There's usually 2or 3of them brought in, girls are the usual cause there's more holes to jut into but there has been some pretty boys to show up."
"Silent," he snarled. At least that helps explain how he got through a locked door. One of my locked doors. When I get my hands on the—
"He's very beautiful."
His dark eyes focused back on the girl, her own dark gaze centered on the sealed bathroom door. "I don't think I've ever seen someone half as gorgeous. With that flaming hair, and those eyes—they are beautiful. Breathtaking even. But they are frightening as well, intimidating." She glanced toward her employer. "I don't know the story between you two sir, it's not any of my business . . . but I wish you'd be more careful with him. He seems so delicate, like he might break at a simple breath."
His lips pressed forward slightly as he considered her words, his gaze drifting toward the door he knew was hiding his precious little gem. "I still don't like you . . . but I may just find some use for you. Am I mistaken when I say you seem to know a bit about medical related issues . . ."
She nodded, "I'm studying pre-med . . . I have a year to grad-school."
"That will work," he sighed to brush across the room. "Consider yourself my new physician."
"What!" She gaped to push from her seat. "But Mr. Takatori I can't—"
"Silence," he scowled to glare back at her. "I'll pay your way through whatever you have left to get it over and done with and then in return you're to deal strictly with Ran . . . he seems to like you at least."
Her chest tightened, it was blackmail that much she could tell. But she didn't want to leave the poor boy alone to deal with this monster all alone, and she surely preferred to not end up food for fish in the river.
"Will you consider what I said, about being gentle with him?" She licked her dry lips. "He's too small for you to be so rough sir. You did some serious damage earlier."
He sniffed before grasping the doorknob. "I am being gentle."
Her horrified face was shut out as he pressed the door firmly back into place; disappearing from his mind as he glanced through the foggy bathroom, groin tightening as he peered like a starving predator at the tub. Steam was spiraling up undecided in thick to thin wisps, curling and licking like he desired to the milky smooth skin of the boy resting peacefully in the porcelain bowl. The water rippling up to his chest was foggy, laced with what he could tell by scent salt and some sweet spice, likely vanilla or lavender considering it was probably the wench in the other room to put it in. He moved further into the room, blinking off the moisture that had began to slip over his lashes to stare down at the beautiful tempting creature. He was like a fallen angel. She was right about his beauty, soft red tresses that if caught the light correctly could look as though they were flaming, and his eyes—they were so full of emotion. Love, sorrow, rage . . . a torrent of feelings that if he was a feeling sort could cripple him with a look. Thankfully he wasn't.
"Ran." He bent closer, his knee settling to the tub's side to reach toward the delicate boy. His hair, damp from the water or steam wasn't really important, was lying like cradling hands around his face, kissing him softly. Beads of water were settled on his cheeks, others were slipping down his neck to leisurely rising chest and then disappearing beneath the surface of the water. His head tipped to the side, resting on his shoulder as his name was called, pale lids vibrating a moment before the moan easing off his soft lips. Dazed violets unveiled, staring into the foggy softly dancing water reflecting their entrancing light.
He's everything I've ever wanted . . . absolutely nothing compares to how important he is. I'd give everything in order to keep him to me. I will keep him, no one nothing will take him away.
He leaned in, hand resting on the warm pale cheek, "Hello love, did you miss me?"
Violet eyes stared at him, dazed as though he were still in whatever dream he may have been previously a part of. His lips parted slowly. "Don't hurt me."
He sneered. "Behave and I won't."
Aya shifted, slipping his legs slowly above the water, he was too tired to put up any resistance, too tired to fight. He exhaled as Reiji slipped a hand inside the water, watched him as he felt pressure on the inside of his thigh.
"May I join you?"
Aya's eyes fluttered closed and he turned away. "Have I much choice?"
"Good boy," Reiji sneered to quickly begin freeing himself.
He grunted, continued to ignore the other man even as he felt the water rise slightly, signifying he was no longer alone in the tub.
"You're beautiful Ran."
"Mmhmm," he grumbled to flutter his eyes as an arm slipped behind him. "There's not a lot of room in here . . ."
"That's alright," Reiji chuckled to slip nearer.
"For you," Aya winced to push on his chest. "You're not in pain . . . please . . . if you're going to do this . . . at least move me to where I'm not gonna suffocate."
Reiji's brows creased for a moment before he exhaled deeply.
"Guess you shouldn't have ripped me wide fucking open," Aya bit off angrily to slump back to the tub's back with a weary groan.
"Done?" Reiji scowled to slip his hand between the silky thighs, "I'd like to get me some of my beautiful angel."
Aya thrust him backwards to hiss as his wrists were caught and lifted above his head.
"Now did you seriously not learn your lesson earlier?" Reiji snarled. "Do not fight me, I imagine you don't want such rough treatment again . . . am I correct?" He exhaled as Aya snapped his head to the side. "Thought so, now. Be. Still. And it won't hurt."
Aya's lip trembled and tears slipped down his cheeks as he felt the heat before the leisurely filling. He spasmed, grasped tightly to a thick arm and clung with a deep cry. God it still hurt so much.
Let me pass out . . . Oh God PLEASE just let me pass out!
Schuldich lurched forward with an uncharacteristic shriek, his hands snapping quickly up to his head while stumbling and taking a painful dive to his knees. He bowed forward, teeth grinding til his gums split, fingers digging into his scalp while the veins in his neck bulged. A pulse erupted through his head causing him to shoot straight before kicking over to his back, screams cutting through his throat. A crowd of awestruck guards and aids had collected around the curling assassin; unsure of what to do afraid to touch when Nagi quickly pushed his way through.
"Schu!" He was on his knees, tentatively reaching toward the redhead. Schuldich?
Nagi don't!
He pulled back, staring wide eyed at the man that was like a brother to him, biting into his lip as he watched him thrash to curl. What do I do! "Schu!"
He ground his teeth, fingers digging deeper while twisting from side to side. Shit . . .
. . . Help me
Who the fuck! Get outta my head!
"Schuldich!"
Nagi spun, his wide innocent eyes blinking as Brad threw people out of his way to dash forward. "Don't touch him Brad!"
All it took was a glance at Schuldich's arching scrambling form for all warnings all thoughts save one to evaporate from his mind. He dove forward, sliding across the polished floors to slip his arm beneath the arched back, hoisting Schuldich to cradle him against his broad chest.
No–
"Brad!"
He winced at the charge slamming against his head, exhaled heavily to tighten his arms around the spasming redhead. "Don't fucking stand there Nagi—" DO SOMETHING!
"But I . . ." he ran forward, his small hands dropping to Schuldich's bloody temples. I don't—what am I supposed to do!
Brad's arm slipped tighter around the trembling shoulders, secured the hold on the sweaty cheek to growl at the spasms and fingers threading into his clothes to pull desperately. I don't give a fuck what—just something! Knock him out!
Knock out Schuldich are you outta your mind! I'm not strong enough to do that! Not to him . . .
NAGI! Brad bellowed to grunt when Schuldich suddenly went limp, his chaotic screams stopping abruptly. "Schuldich! Schuldich!" His hand slipped back to catch the falling head. "Damnit you better fucking answer me!"
"Brad I think—I think he's passed out," Nagi shuddered to shakily rub his arms.
A shaky breath slipped through Schuldich's lips as he was cradled further into Brad's chest, wrapped safely within the cocoon of his arms while his throbbing mind branched out, searching for that damned presence that had nearly shredded his mind to ribbons. Never in his life had he been so overwhelmed to the point where he felt alien in his own head. He could still taste the fear on his tongue; feel the burn rushing through his body and panic needling its way behind his eyes. God did it hurt. He exhaled a steadier breath to hitch it back within his lungs when he felt the ghost of a caress slipping up his arm to rest in the crease of his elbow. The cool touch seeped into his skin, sending a shiver down his spine and Schuldich's dark eyes snapped quickly in the general location. He blinked into the dark gaze peering at him, forgetting to breathe once again as he became lost within those captivating depths. He gasped at the flutter of fingers against his nipple, stumbled back into what could be a wall to suck in his breath at the firm hold on his arm on his chest. The eyes staring back at him seemed to spiral for a moment before they sealed, the cool caress journeying once more up his naked body the only significance that there was someone else with him. He shuddered at the heat pooling around his nether region, inhaled at the soft plush body slipping in to fill each of his curves and crevices like a puzzle piece. Fingers were on his face, slipping through his hair. And then he felt warm unbearably soft lips against his own. He growled possessively, arms snaking around that slim figure, tugging it firmly against himself as lips parted and he was plunging in to meet a sweet tasting cavern and equally eager tongue. A gasp breezed through him at the parting, his head lolled back to the solid surface as lips trailed across his cheek, kissing his forehead. Fingers were entwined tightly with his own.
Who are you…
. . .Doesit matter
Schuldich's bright blue eyes sprang wide open and he winced immediately, snapping them back closed to hoist a hand to his burning aching head. He could feel each throbbing heartbeat beneath his finger's tips.
"Oh holy—fuck me!"
A soft chuckle breezed through the room, tickling his ear and he slowly turned to the familiar sound, moaning as his lips were gently covered. "How I'd love to fulfill such a request," Bradley's warm voice encased him and a smile touched Schuldich's lips. He turned slowly, ignoring the miserable movement to snuggle into his lover's arms.
"Wha 'appened?"
Brad's head tipped to the side while peering down at his beautiful partner, fingers gently stroking through his sweaty bangs. "I was hoping you'd have more of a grasp on this one love. I can't read your mind."
His eyes slid open for the second time to hoist leisurely to where he hoped Brad's face was, snickering in triumph and amusement as he saw the man's disheveled appearance. "God you look like shit."
"Oh thank you so much for that," Brad frowned, "I was a bit mind fucked with concern over your fucking retarded ass!"
"Ouch." Schuldich fake grasped his chest. "Hurtful doll . . ."
His dark eyes followed the redhead as he sat up, sliding sluggishly over the bed to stand upon wobbly legs. A moment passed before he thought better of it and simply sat back onto the mattress, hand coming to rest on his head, tentatively touching the sensitive flesh.
"What did it look like happened?"
Brad remained leaning against the headboard. "I got there after . . . but I'd say you were under attack from another psychic."
"Impossible," Schuldich scowled to tenderly pat his fingers across his bandaged head. "All the barriers and wards I have erected around my head would take days, maybe weeks to break through and then I'd feel it before they'd be able to reach the fourth to last sequence. Their minds would be mush before able to actually touch me with a physical attack."
"Schu, you were thrashing around on the floor, screaming your lungs out and cradling your head. I've seen enough of yours and Nagi's victims to know what an attack on the mind looks like." Brad exhaled deeply to shake his head. "I never thought I'd ever see you in that sort of position."
Never did I . . . He blinked as the bed dipped, Bradley's warmth seeping across his skin as he drew closer. Hands closed around his wrists, one bringing down the hand massaging his temple to trap them in his lap, lips filled in the void on his head, gently kissing the tender skin. He tugged experimentally at his wrists to only have the grip tighten.
"It's terrible when you have to realize just how important someone is when you come close to losing them."
"Don't talk nonsense, I wasn't that bad off," Schuldich breathed softly to lean into the caressing lips. "Show a little more faith in me Bradley—"
"Oh! What is this . . ." he shifted the redhead's hands across his lap, caressing his groin. "Already this hard?"
Schuldich's face creased to relax with the flood of air breezing through his lips. Fuck . . . he tugged at his hands as Bradley began alternating very hard rubs with the back of his hands against the tight bulge in his pants. He colored slightly in embarrassment. It wasn't Brad that had triggered this reaction.
"Do you want it?"
He pressed back against the broad chest, twisting his hips suggestively on the elder man's own groin. "Don't mind fuck a psychic baby," he sneered, "I'll win every time . . ."
"Can you be so sure?" Brad sneered to remove his lips and settle them over a smooth ear, applying just enough pressure to have the slim hips bucking and a shudder to breeze through his body.
"Oh fuck Brad! Don't fucking toy with me man, I'm not a fucking virgin or damn blushing bride!"
"That's debatable at this moment," he chuckled softly to clamp his lips this time on the arching neck.
"Don't make me fry your brain!" He bucked with a cry. "Shit . . ."
"You're so tender tonight," Bradley's eyes darkened with desire. He released one wrist to encircle the arching chest, dragging the redhead back onto the bed. "Is your head still swimming?"
He shook it quickly, feeling only the slightest ache as the mattress pressed up all around him with Brad looming above, trapping him. Like he'd complain. He shifted into a more comfortable position, his legs rising and falling out around Brads, leaving himself wide as he deftly assisted the hands that had been holding his wrists prisoner remove his clothing. A throaty groan escaped his lips as he tipped his head back, sighing at the cool air caressing his burning desire.
"God! Brad hurry," he rasped to squirm impatiently as the elder man removed his own clothing. His gaze righted itself as he felt hands slipping up his thighs, staring intently into his leader's dark gaze as he was opened wide.
"I'm not preparing you . . ."
"Again, not a virgin," he sneered to grasp Brad's neck, tugging him to his lips. His back lifted from the bed, bowing into a graceful arch as he moaned at the slow but full entry. His breath was hot on Brad's lips. "Ugh, move . . ." he slid his hand down to form a brace on one strong shoulder, eyes never detouring from Brad's as he moved his hips quickly, meeting each hard jab.
Brad's lips were tight in concentration, his eyes narrowing to relax then narrow again at each delicious thunderous thrust Schuldich matched on his own. He slid his hand back over a muscular thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to hoist. "Mmmm, wrap around me . . ."
Schuldich's head tipped back with a hiss, but he didn't argue. Sliding his unoccupied leg up to rest on Brad's hip, he hooked his foot around the opposite thigh never faltering on the thrusts meeting his lover's hips.
"God!" Brad growled to tug Schuldich's leg higher, deepening the penetrations. "You're a monster!"
He chuckled softly, fingers dancing over sweaty cheeks to remove Bradley's glasses and the annoying glare to peer deeply into the pale brown gaze. "That all you got old man? Harder—" he arched with a shout, his thrusts faltering as he wrapped his arms securely around the strong shoulders and cried out sharp pants into his tanned skin. "Holy motherfucking shit! What the—Aah!" He flopped back heavily onto the bed, lust dampened eyes pleading.
"Not so bad for an old man?" Brad sneered to dive forward, arm snaking behind the limp redhead's skull to grasp tightly to his hair while plunging his tongue inside the panting mouth. His arm hoisted the silky leg higher, hips jammed forward with fervor.
"Shi—mother—fuc—Br—ad—" he muttered between the commanding tongue, gasps and moans til Bradley simply covered his lips in a searing kiss. A roll of his hips and he snickered sinisterly as Brad teetered, hands planting firmly beside him to regain balance. Oops . . .
Cute love . . .
Schuldich blinked, he could see the plot perfectly schemed out in Brad's head before his hand reached for his burning organ. Fuck . . . He clawed at Brad's back with a scream as each strong finger wrapped around his oversensitive flesh. "Shit yes!"
"Move your hips," Brad commanded to ring his hand up his lover's cock as he rocked down upon his own.
"Shit!" Schuldich bucked to tremble, "god Brad . . ."
"Dance Schuldich," he kissed his throat softly, trailing up to lick his straining jaw then envelope his quivering lips. Dance.
He did, breaths sloppy and hot breezing through his nostrils but he matched each quick jab into his overloaded body, trembling excitedly as Brad's hand kept the pace on his burning cock. I want to come! He moaned into the hot lips on his own, hands burying into dark hair.
Together. Brad responded to release the searing flesh to Schuldich's screaming protest to cradle his cheeks.
Brad!
Relax, you're ready. He grinned into the soft lips before tugging clear and rocketing back inside fast, purring as the slick warm walls tightened back around his need and slammed his sensitive head to the hilt against the bundle of nerves deep inside his lover. His dark eyes opened in time to watch the ecstasy flood across Schuldich's face, twisting his usually hard-assed expression into one of utter alluring beauty. God how he loved the loss of control in the man beneath him. To watch him writhe and plead, to give the most intimate of touches and stolen kisses to him alone. It was breathtaking.
They rode out their conjoined bursts of pleasure, warm sweat slick arms wrapping securely around one another. Brad exhaled heavily while tucking his head beneath the redhead's chin, purring contently as the smooth lips pressed to his forehead. Something always felt right being wrapped in Schuldich's arms, as though the shitty world they lived in with its judgmental eyes and angry painful hands was nothing but a nightmare you'd wake from screaming as a child to be comforted by your mother. Except there hadn't ever been a mother for him, never had a nightmare to wake from to then be consoled. Not til he'd on a precarious drunken state slammed his teammate against a wall and seduced him into—well this. He couldn't imagine not having these moments with the softly breathing redhead beneath him. And he'd be damned if anyone attempted to take him away. He was for his touch alone. What had started as a convenient way of releasing sexual tension had built into something possibly more for Bradley Crawford. In all honesty to God he knew he was in deeper than imaginable. He felt like he may actually love Schuldich, might actually be truly deeply madly in love with the stubborn hardnosed German that was more a hassle than joy.
He rose slowly as the breaths on his hair and beneath his ear became deeper, staring down at the serene expression on the slumbering redhead. He looked so much younger in sleep, locked away from the noise of the world, the angry eyes that would spout hurtful untrue obscenities. His fingers lifted to curl across a cooling cheek, stirring the long red hair and scooping up a small bundle to twist it around the tips.
"You are my world . . ." he whispered while arching above him, arm slipping beneath him to lift him gently. He was out like a light, barely stirring as he was laid out more comfortably on the bed, Brad wrapped possessively around him. "You are my intoxication; my drug Schu . . . all there is is you . . ." his lips fell on the unresponsive man's, brushing a light caress before laying back, settling in to sleep himself. "Do you know how deeply you make me care?" Do you know?
Minutes passed before Brad eased into slumber himself, hands curled around the tanned redhead oblivious to the deep blue eyes staring up at his slack face. A soft breath eased through Schuldich's chest as he slipped closer, resting his head back onto a strong shoulder, his mind a jumbled mess. His eyes fluttered slowly, pushing himself to fall back to sleep but not before a smile cracked the corner of his lip.
. . . I know