'ItCoS 10 (v. 1.0): Spiral Up' The non-lemony (shorter) version

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Brad maneuvered them into a bedroom, possibly the only bedroom in the apartment, without giving Ran more than a few seconds to blink and accept the situation. Their eyes met shortly before their lips. On contact, Ran let his eyelids slip down to cover whatever reaction the other man might see in them, and simply let himself feel.

Firm lips, used to taking control, pressed against his, demanding entry. Then Ran's tongue was joined by another, the invader running over his teeth and the inside of his lips before twirling around his own in a primitive dance.

Hands, strong and used to work- 'I won't ask what kind,' he thought to himself-, pulled him close and divested him of clothing at the same time, the fingers moving so deftly that they had no sooner rid him of his shirt than they were undoing his pants. He held his arms out and his legs straight to help the other man, but made no move to disrobe Brad.

When Ran finally stood naked in the American's embrace, Brad slowed the pace of their kisses and caresses and stepped back. Showing the same efficiency he'd displayed when stripping Ran, he quickly took of his clothes.

They came together again, pressing skin to skin. Brad gripped the redhead's upper arms, holding him in place while he kissed him roughly. The other's hands were resting on his hips while Ran returned stroke for stroke with his tongue, his teeth and mouth making an equitable attempt to bruise the other man's mouth in return.

Finally, when it seemed that they could get no closer to each other without crawling through the others mouth, Brad pushed Ran backwards onto the bed and followed him down, quickly pressing the redhead back into the mattress and holding him there with the force and weight of his body. Their mouths never broke contact.

Ran managed to free one of his hands, and he grabbed a handful of Brad's hair and pulled the man's head backwards, making him hiss in surprise. Ran leaned up, away from the mattress, and settled his lips, open-mouthed, over Brad's neck and suckled the velvety skin that covered his veins and arteries.

The American chuckled deep in his throat, the resulting vibration making Ran's lips tingle. While Ran was busy creating what would be a hickey in the morning, Brad ran his hands over his lover's body, coaxing Ran to spread his legs wide so that the older man could settle between them.

With a movement of his hand that seemed separate from the rest of his body, the latter being used to press Ran into the bed, Brad removed a bottle of lube from the nightstand beside them. He looked down at Ran, his eyes dark and his face ruddy from passion, his face a cold mask. Then he flashed a grin suddenly, a quirk of his normal sadism present as he murmured huskily, "Wouldn't want to hurt you, would I?"

Ran blinked, then shrugged, his expression deadpan. "I think you'd get off on hurting me."

Brad chuckled again, leaning down so that his lips brushed Ran's ear when he spoke. "Only when you get off on it too." He pressed a small kiss on the outer shell of Ran's ear and they continued.

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Youji had planned on getting Schuldig back to the apartment so that he could have his way with the German, but the redhead had other ideas. It seemed that he was under the impression that, though Youji's car was sex on wheels it was not meant for sex, but the car that he, Schuldig drove, had enough room for such things and was parked at the end of the alley.

He quickly led Youji in that direction, simply smirking and winking when the blond looked at him questioningly. That was all it took for Youji to get the message, and the blond smiled back, pulling Schuldig closer for another kiss, his right hand moving between their bodies to rub the redhead's through the material of his pants.

Unconsciously, Schuldig pressed into the touch, his body seeking more even as he reached for the car door. The sooner they could get into the car, the sooner he could get Youji's clothes off, and the sooner he could be buried deep within the blond. It was such a pleasant thought that his body tightened even more, making his hands shake with desire. The novelty of that wouldn't occur to him until later.

He finally succeeded in opening the door, and Youji backed away and laid down on the back seat, his fingers working to get his own pants off. Schuldig grinned and crawled inside, moving to kneel over Youji on his hands and knees, doing his best to watch the blond strip without getting in his way.

"The door," Youji said, his hands pushing his pants down his hips. Schuldig sighed and leaned back, shutting the door and temporarily missing part of the show as Youji got his pants to his knees, which is as far as he could get them in their present position.

The German smirked and moved away. He pushed the front seats as far up as they could go, then crouched down on the floor boards and had Youji sit up. He finished pulling the blond's pants and boxers off, then reached up to unbutton Youji's shirt.

"Why are you doing this?" Youji asked suddenly. Their eyes met and Schuldig's hands stopped for just a moment before resuming their task without benefit of sight.

"I can tell you any number of lies," Schuldig said, his smirk taking on a more serious tone. "I can lie to you and you will never know it. Tell you I love you, make you believe it. I can still do it. I am still -able- to read your mind, but I have to exert myself. A little bit of work, and you could be my slave."

"Then why this?" Youji rephrased his question, gesturing down at his mostly undressed state.

"Several reasons," answered the German, done with Youji's shirt. He reached behind him, between the front seats, and pulled out a tube of oil. "Because you silence everything else. Because it's more of a challenge to do it this way."

"You're going to kill us when you're done, aren't you?" there was no judgment in his voice; it was simply a statement, a fact understood between two parties.

Schuldig smiled and leaned closer, pressing his lips against Youji's before drawing back to reply honestly, "When I'm done with you, I -will- kill you." Then he pushed Youji back onto his back and climbed between his legs, still fully dressed himself.

Youji wrapped his arms around the redhead, wondering if there was something more to the answer than what it seemed and confused by the clothing that the German still wore. He started to tug at Schuldig's pants and shirt, but strong hands stopped him, and the redhead shook his head.

"Not tonight, Youji-kun," he said laughingly. "When I take you, it will be in a bed so that your only thoughts will be on me, not on the surroundings or the question of what is digging into your back. When I take you, your mind will be full of nothing but the sensation of what I will be doing to you."

Before Youji could respond, he was kissing the blond again, pressing closer and creating a friction that was more teasing than fulfilling.

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Farferello pressed a kiss to Ken's Adam's apple, to the pulse points on either side of his neck. Then he paused over Ken's jugular, and the brunette had an odd image of the Irishman ripping his neck out with his teeth. Ken laughed.

The kissing stopped abruptly and the Irishman held his position as if frozen that way. Ken's laughter stopped and he frowned, his brow furrowed, as he tried to guess what Farferello would do.

At last, Farferello asked quietly, "Why do you laugh?" Seeing no point in lying, Ken told him the truth and waited for the other man's response. He was surprised when Farferello simply kissed his neck again and then drew back. "I wouldn't do that, kitty. I don't think you'd be much fun, writhing in agony and splashing blood."

Ken stared at him, eyes wide, for thirty seconds before the Irishman smiled suddenly. Ken was prompted to ask a question of his own. "What will you do when I'm no longer 'fun'?"

"When there is no longer any reason for me to be here, I will leave," the blond answered simply. He levered his body back down so that he was pressed flush against Ken, his face turned into the juncture of Ken's neck and shoulder.

"So, if I help you hurt God, you'll leave me alone? Or will you kill me first?"

"If you help me hurt God, I won't kill you. I can't promise that, but it's a good idea that if you help me, I won't tear you veins out." It was said in a quiet, quasi-conversational tone, as if Farferello were a normal person discussing the weather.

"What if I won't help you?" Ken asked, his voice wavering slightly. When he couldn't look into the other's face, when he couldn't see that yellow eye staring back at him, he could almost believe that there was a normal person over him, instead of Farferello. He could almost forget, but not enough to allow himself to relax into the embrace of the blond, nor to let him feel fully comfortable.


A light kiss brushed his jaw and he closed his eyes. "Then I'll probably kill you," Farferello answered in the same soft, even tone. "You have no purpose to me otherwise, so why should you live? God will hurt if I kill you…if I make you scream in agony and cry out in pain."

Ken pushed him away roughly, finally drawing himself out of whatever trance he'd been in and moved away from the Irishman. "Then why not kill me now! Why play this stupid game?" he yelled angrily.

The blond rolled into a sitting position and gazed at Ken unconcernedly, his head tilted to the side. Ken stood up and looked down at Farferello angrily.

"Stay away from me unless you're going to kill me, because I will -not- help you hurt God, or anyone else," Ken informed the Irishman stiffly. With that, he turned and ran up the stairs, not caring how his hurried departure would look in his rush to get away.

In his room, with the door shut and a chair under the knob, he breathed deeply, trying to focus his scattered thoughts. However, every time he closed his eyes, he felt the smallest of pressures, like a chaste kiss, being pressed against his neck.

It was going to be a long night.

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Writing two parts for this was really easy. Write the lemon, cut the NC-17 parts that make it descriptive, and paste it into a non-lemon. Muy easy, yes?

Anyway…so, what happens now? Where do they go from here? Can any of them go -anywhere? Or is there more beneath the surface than what our heroes have gotten to so far (and yes, I know a certain German has seen a LOT, but that, my friends, is another story entirely).

Ya, so…next time, when we see our heroes again, what new, pertinent things will we learn? Probably nothing, but stay tuned anyways for: 'ItCoS 11: Spiral In'

Also, for quicker updates, or to check out some of my other stories (this is the only WK so far, though), have a look around at my site.

http://www.baseofoperation.org

That is also where the lemony portions of this story can be found, such as the NC-17 version of this chapter