Just as a note for this part, Schuldich is singing the song "Herz An Herz" by Blumchen; and afterwards he and Bradley are debating over Sophie B. Hawkins' "Damn, Wish I Was Your Lover". Just thought I'd mention it. ;)
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"How come I have to go to bed so early Braddy? Can't I stay up? It is Friday." Nagi tried one last time to sway the American, but Brad shook his head, not swaying in his decision.
"We have to get up early tomorrow Nagi, and you know how cranky you are when you haven't slept long. So I'm not dealing with a cranky Nagi tomorrow morning! Now go to sleep." Brad leaned down, kissing the little Japanese boy on the cheek, careful not to look too long into Nagi's pouting eyes. Finally the kid relented, settling down into bed.
"Night Braddy-san."
"Goodnight Nagi." Brad left Nagi's room, closing the door over. He walked down the hall to Farfie's room, looking in on the fourteen-year-old. Farfie was sitting on his bed, a stack of comic books beside him. He looked up at Brad, meeting the American's eyes.
"Spiderman hurts God." Brad laughed, as Farfie himself tried to contain his own laughter, as he reverted back to the comic book.
"Have I ever told you how utterly demented you are?" Farfie looked back up at Brad, nodding his head.
"Yes. Yes you have. But feel free to continue to lather on the praise Brad. You know I appreciate it."
"Like no other could Farf. Don't forget to set your alarm clock before you go to bed. See you in the morning." Brad left Farfie's room, heading down the hall to his own room. As he stepped in the door, being greeted by the faint sounds of German dance music, he watched as his own little German danced around, finally noticing him and dancing his way over, grabbing Brad's hands.
"Herz an herz, hörst du mich, S.O.S. ich liebe dich, ich und du, immerzu, du und ich,
herz an herz, tag und nacht, immerzu daran gedacht, bist du auch so verliebt wie ich" Schuldich sang softly in tune with the song, as Brad thought briefly how easily the German boy could pass for a girl. As the thought flickered across his mind, Schuldich stopped dancing, lightly punching Brad's arm. The American laughed and pulled his boyfriend close.
"What was that for?" Schuldich pouted, as he let himself be held.
"For saying I look like a girl! I do not."
"You do too."
"Bradley!"
"Oh it's not an insult, you're just so pretty. Anyways, what do you expect singing along to a girly song anyways?" Brad couldn't resist the comment, knowing it would further infuriate his German. Schuldich pulled away, flopping down on their bed. He stuck his tongue out at Brad, who stood back and chuckled. "So, what exactly is this song saying anyways my dear?"
"You want a translation?" Brad nodded. "Okay, but you're right, it is girly! Don't laugh at me Bradley, I like her music!" Brad tried his hardest not to laugh, as Schuldich thought for a moment, translating the German song into English in his head.
"Heart to heart, you and me, S.O.S. emergency, yes it's true I love you yes I do, heart to heart, one on one, please don't keep me hangin' on, I'm so deeply in love with you" Schuldich sang the English version of the song, and Brad had to keep from laughing at the hilarity of it all, what with Schu's German accented English. He quickly peeled his shirt off, as he lay down on the bed next to Schuldich.
"Do you like my singing Bradley?"
"You sing like a girl." Schuldich hit him again, as Brad couldn't help but make the joke.
"Oh come on! You totally were asking for that one." Brad reached up and grabbed the younger boys' arm, pulling him back down next to him.
"I don't sing like a girl."
"Don't argue with me."
"You suck."
"And one day child, I shall teach how to suck as well." Schuldich buried his face in Brad's chest, unable to contain his laughter.
"Guess I set myself up for that one too, ja?"
"Yes Schu. You set yourself up for that one quite nicely." Schuldich pushed himself up off of Brad's chest, propping himself on his elbows.
"Seriously though, do I have a nice voice?" Brad smiled, his hand snaking it's way up Schuldich's back, toying with his hair.
"You have a beautiful voice. No matter how high it is." Brad had to get that last jab in, as Schuldich rolled his eyes, sitting up.
"You're impossible Bradley Crawford!" He scooted over to the side of the bed, changing the cd in his stereo. He pressed play, letting the opening strains of a low-key love song filter through the air. He crawled back over to where Brad was lying, straddling the American, as he sang again.
"Damn! Wish I was your lover, I'd- Brad what did she just say? I can't make it out." Brad laughed as Schuldich grinned down at him.
"Ah ya know what babe? I can't even make it out myself. Maybe rock you till the daylight comes? That's the best I can do." Schuldich laughed, his hands finding Brad's. The American took the German's smaller hands in his, squeezing them tightly. Schuldich smiled as he looked down into Brad's eyes, and Brad pulled his little redhead down towards him, kissing his lips. Schuldich let himself be captured in Brad's arms, as the American rolled on top of him.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are? What have I done in my life to deserve a little angel like you?" Brad leaned in to kiss the German's forehead, knowing that Schuldich adored the fluffy lines Brad always fed him when they were alone at times like this. He delighted in making his little German blush, nothing more rewarding than Schuldich's pouty lips kissing his.
"Aw Bradley, I'm not an angel."
"What do you mean? Of course you are! In fact I can see the halo on your head right now."
"You're on crack Bradley." Brad laughed as Schuldich pulled his face down, kissing him again.
"Nah, I'm just high off the effects of your beauty." Schuldich groaned, Brad barely able to keep from laughing himself.
"Bradley, quit now while you're ahead! That was horrible." Schuldich laughed, his American boyfriend lowering himself onto the bed beside him. Schuldich snuggled in to Brad's chest, kissing the American's neck. He felt Brad's arm wrap around him, pulling him close. Even though they had been sleeping in the same bed for nearly a month now, the giddy feeling never quite left Schuldich whenever Bradley held him close. He buried his face into Brad's chest, smelling the faint scent of his boyfriend's after-shave.
"Hold on my little bishie, we should probably change before we get too comfortable." Brad disentangled himself from Schuldich, sitting perched on the edge of his bed. Schuldich lazily sat up, sliding off the other side of the bed.
"Good idea." He shuffled over to where he had thrown his sleeping attire that morning, pulling off his jeans and replacing them with thin cotton pants. He threw his t-shirt on the floor, along with his socks. He pulled his green bandana off, returning to the bed. Brad was standing after having changed, and pulling down the covers on their bed. Schuldich slid into the big bed first, as Brad climbed in beside him. Brad left the lamp on, knowing neither of them were expecting to go to sleep yet, they usually stayed up and talked for a while first. Still he pulled the little redhead into his arms, the feeling of Schuldich's body against his so soothing. He had found that the best stress-reliever after a long day consisted of snuggling with his favourite German, the small talk they made very welcome after a long day of complex university courses. There were times when he just wanted to quit school, and work full time for the Takatoris. But he knew if he did that, a lot of things
would change. So he thought it best to go along with the nuisance of school, until the other three members of their group were trained fully for their future jobs. He mused in his head how odd it was, that four people gearing for a life of death and murder could be so happy.
"Bradley?" He gazed down at Schuldich, whose eyes were staring up at him.
"Mn? What is it?"
"Don't think about our future, just think about now. It's happier that way." The redhead placed a kiss to Brad's lips, his eyes sparkling. Brad nodded, kissing the German back.
"You're right, I guess if I'm not being boring I'm brooding. You need to keep better tabs on me!" Brad leaned down and kissed Schuldich again, his hands quickly darting to the German's sides as he started tickling him.
"Aiee hey! Bradley!! Stop, ahh Bradley! Stop tickling me!" Schuldich batted at Brad's hands, giggling as the fingers tickled his sides. "Bradley! Come on, you only tickle little kids!"
"Ah my dear but you are but a little kid! You know I could go to jail for being with you?" Brad stubbornly continued to tickle Schuldich, who laughed at his latest observation.
"Nein! I'd never let them take you away." Schuldich decided to fight back, as his own hands started brushing at Brad's sides.
"Oh no you don't! Never tickle someone bigger than you." Brad caught Schuldich's hands in his own, as the German stared defiantly at him.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"Because then they catch you, and make you their willing slave for the weekend." Schuldich's eyes sparkled, as he stared up at Brad.
"Well now that doesn't sound too bad. Here I thought it would be a real punishment!"
"Oh but it is. I'll turn you into a veritable Cinderella for the weekend! Stay home and scrub the apartment, no fun for you!"
"But would you be my Prince Charming and rescue me at the end?"
"Schu, Prince Charming is from Snow White."
"Ah same deal! You'd still come along and save me, right?" Schuldich grinned up at Brad, who nodded.
"Of course I would. Can't have you being the maid all the time after all. But you would look cute in a little French maid outfit though."
"Oh NO you did not just say that! Bradley! I am not dressing up like a French maid for you. No way." Schuldich laughed, trying to wrestle himself free from Brad's arms.
"And just where are you trying to go? You're staying right here all night long." Brad pulled Schuldich against him, his arms wrapping possessively around the young German. "All mine, you hear? And you're going to stay right here, with me, where I can keep an eye on you!" Schuldich relented his struggles, giggling as he settled back against the American. He turned around, face to face with his boyfriend now.
"I promise I won't go anywhere. For tonight, and forever. I'm always yours Bradley, yours and nobody else's." Schuldich planted a kiss on Brad's lips, as the American held him tighter.
"I know that Schu. For now and forever you'll always be my little baby, and I'll always be here with you. I love you Schu." Brad kissed the German, who snuggled closer to him. Brad reached out and clicked the lamp off, as he felt himself succumbing a little to sleep. He kissed his little redhead one final time that night, before falling asleep.
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"How come I have to go to bed so early Braddy? Can't I stay up? It is Friday." Nagi tried one last time to sway the American, but Brad shook his head, not swaying in his decision.
"We have to get up early tomorrow Nagi, and you know how cranky you are when you haven't slept long. So I'm not dealing with a cranky Nagi tomorrow morning! Now go to sleep." Brad leaned down, kissing the little Japanese boy on the cheek, careful not to look too long into Nagi's pouting eyes. Finally the kid relented, settling down into bed.
"Night Braddy-san."
"Goodnight Nagi." Brad left Nagi's room, closing the door over. He walked down the hall to Farfie's room, looking in on the fourteen-year-old. Farfie was sitting on his bed, a stack of comic books beside him. He looked up at Brad, meeting the American's eyes.
"Spiderman hurts God." Brad laughed, as Farfie himself tried to contain his own laughter, as he reverted back to the comic book.
"Have I ever told you how utterly demented you are?" Farfie looked back up at Brad, nodding his head.
"Yes. Yes you have. But feel free to continue to lather on the praise Brad. You know I appreciate it."
"Like no other could Farf. Don't forget to set your alarm clock before you go to bed. See you in the morning." Brad left Farfie's room, heading down the hall to his own room. As he stepped in the door, being greeted by the faint sounds of German dance music, he watched as his own little German danced around, finally noticing him and dancing his way over, grabbing Brad's hands.
"Herz an herz, hörst du mich, S.O.S. ich liebe dich, ich und du, immerzu, du und ich,
herz an herz, tag und nacht, immerzu daran gedacht, bist du auch so verliebt wie ich" Schuldich sang softly in tune with the song, as Brad thought briefly how easily the German boy could pass for a girl. As the thought flickered across his mind, Schuldich stopped dancing, lightly punching Brad's arm. The American laughed and pulled his boyfriend close.
"What was that for?" Schuldich pouted, as he let himself be held.
"For saying I look like a girl! I do not."
"You do too."
"Bradley!"
"Oh it's not an insult, you're just so pretty. Anyways, what do you expect singing along to a girly song anyways?" Brad couldn't resist the comment, knowing it would further infuriate his German. Schuldich pulled away, flopping down on their bed. He stuck his tongue out at Brad, who stood back and chuckled. "So, what exactly is this song saying anyways my dear?"
"You want a translation?" Brad nodded. "Okay, but you're right, it is girly! Don't laugh at me Bradley, I like her music!" Brad tried his hardest not to laugh, as Schuldich thought for a moment, translating the German song into English in his head.
"Heart to heart, you and me, S.O.S. emergency, yes it's true I love you yes I do, heart to heart, one on one, please don't keep me hangin' on, I'm so deeply in love with you" Schuldich sang the English version of the song, and Brad had to keep from laughing at the hilarity of it all, what with Schu's German accented English. He quickly peeled his shirt off, as he lay down on the bed next to Schuldich.
"Do you like my singing Bradley?"
"You sing like a girl." Schuldich hit him again, as Brad couldn't help but make the joke.
"Oh come on! You totally were asking for that one." Brad reached up and grabbed the younger boys' arm, pulling him back down next to him.
"I don't sing like a girl."
"Don't argue with me."
"You suck."
"And one day child, I shall teach how to suck as well." Schuldich buried his face in Brad's chest, unable to contain his laughter.
"Guess I set myself up for that one too, ja?"
"Yes Schu. You set yourself up for that one quite nicely." Schuldich pushed himself up off of Brad's chest, propping himself on his elbows.
"Seriously though, do I have a nice voice?" Brad smiled, his hand snaking it's way up Schuldich's back, toying with his hair.
"You have a beautiful voice. No matter how high it is." Brad had to get that last jab in, as Schuldich rolled his eyes, sitting up.
"You're impossible Bradley Crawford!" He scooted over to the side of the bed, changing the cd in his stereo. He pressed play, letting the opening strains of a low-key love song filter through the air. He crawled back over to where Brad was lying, straddling the American, as he sang again.
"Damn! Wish I was your lover, I'd- Brad what did she just say? I can't make it out." Brad laughed as Schuldich grinned down at him.
"Ah ya know what babe? I can't even make it out myself. Maybe rock you till the daylight comes? That's the best I can do." Schuldich laughed, his hands finding Brad's. The American took the German's smaller hands in his, squeezing them tightly. Schuldich smiled as he looked down into Brad's eyes, and Brad pulled his little redhead down towards him, kissing his lips. Schuldich let himself be captured in Brad's arms, as the American rolled on top of him.
"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are? What have I done in my life to deserve a little angel like you?" Brad leaned in to kiss the German's forehead, knowing that Schuldich adored the fluffy lines Brad always fed him when they were alone at times like this. He delighted in making his little German blush, nothing more rewarding than Schuldich's pouty lips kissing his.
"Aw Bradley, I'm not an angel."
"What do you mean? Of course you are! In fact I can see the halo on your head right now."
"You're on crack Bradley." Brad laughed as Schuldich pulled his face down, kissing him again.
"Nah, I'm just high off the effects of your beauty." Schuldich groaned, Brad barely able to keep from laughing himself.
"Bradley, quit now while you're ahead! That was horrible." Schuldich laughed, his American boyfriend lowering himself onto the bed beside him. Schuldich snuggled in to Brad's chest, kissing the American's neck. He felt Brad's arm wrap around him, pulling him close. Even though they had been sleeping in the same bed for nearly a month now, the giddy feeling never quite left Schuldich whenever Bradley held him close. He buried his face into Brad's chest, smelling the faint scent of his boyfriend's after-shave.
"Hold on my little bishie, we should probably change before we get too comfortable." Brad disentangled himself from Schuldich, sitting perched on the edge of his bed. Schuldich lazily sat up, sliding off the other side of the bed.
"Good idea." He shuffled over to where he had thrown his sleeping attire that morning, pulling off his jeans and replacing them with thin cotton pants. He threw his t-shirt on the floor, along with his socks. He pulled his green bandana off, returning to the bed. Brad was standing after having changed, and pulling down the covers on their bed. Schuldich slid into the big bed first, as Brad climbed in beside him. Brad left the lamp on, knowing neither of them were expecting to go to sleep yet, they usually stayed up and talked for a while first. Still he pulled the little redhead into his arms, the feeling of Schuldich's body against his so soothing. He had found that the best stress-reliever after a long day consisted of snuggling with his favourite German, the small talk they made very welcome after a long day of complex university courses. There were times when he just wanted to quit school, and work full time for the Takatoris. But he knew if he did that, a lot of things
would change. So he thought it best to go along with the nuisance of school, until the other three members of their group were trained fully for their future jobs. He mused in his head how odd it was, that four people gearing for a life of death and murder could be so happy.
"Bradley?" He gazed down at Schuldich, whose eyes were staring up at him.
"Mn? What is it?"
"Don't think about our future, just think about now. It's happier that way." The redhead placed a kiss to Brad's lips, his eyes sparkling. Brad nodded, kissing the German back.
"You're right, I guess if I'm not being boring I'm brooding. You need to keep better tabs on me!" Brad leaned down and kissed Schuldich again, his hands quickly darting to the German's sides as he started tickling him.
"Aiee hey! Bradley!! Stop, ahh Bradley! Stop tickling me!" Schuldich batted at Brad's hands, giggling as the fingers tickled his sides. "Bradley! Come on, you only tickle little kids!"
"Ah my dear but you are but a little kid! You know I could go to jail for being with you?" Brad stubbornly continued to tickle Schuldich, who laughed at his latest observation.
"Nein! I'd never let them take you away." Schuldich decided to fight back, as his own hands started brushing at Brad's sides.
"Oh no you don't! Never tickle someone bigger than you." Brad caught Schuldich's hands in his own, as the German stared defiantly at him.
"Oh, and why's that?"
"Because then they catch you, and make you their willing slave for the weekend." Schuldich's eyes sparkled, as he stared up at Brad.
"Well now that doesn't sound too bad. Here I thought it would be a real punishment!"
"Oh but it is. I'll turn you into a veritable Cinderella for the weekend! Stay home and scrub the apartment, no fun for you!"
"But would you be my Prince Charming and rescue me at the end?"
"Schu, Prince Charming is from Snow White."
"Ah same deal! You'd still come along and save me, right?" Schuldich grinned up at Brad, who nodded.
"Of course I would. Can't have you being the maid all the time after all. But you would look cute in a little French maid outfit though."
"Oh NO you did not just say that! Bradley! I am not dressing up like a French maid for you. No way." Schuldich laughed, trying to wrestle himself free from Brad's arms.
"And just where are you trying to go? You're staying right here all night long." Brad pulled Schuldich against him, his arms wrapping possessively around the young German. "All mine, you hear? And you're going to stay right here, with me, where I can keep an eye on you!" Schuldich relented his struggles, giggling as he settled back against the American. He turned around, face to face with his boyfriend now.
"I promise I won't go anywhere. For tonight, and forever. I'm always yours Bradley, yours and nobody else's." Schuldich planted a kiss on Brad's lips, as the American held him tighter.
"I know that Schu. For now and forever you'll always be my little baby, and I'll always be here with you. I love you Schu." Brad kissed the German, who snuggled closer to him. Brad reached out and clicked the lamp off, as he felt himself succumbing a little to sleep. He kissed his little redhead one final time that night, before falling asleep.
