Author: Malebranche
Date: 04/10/04
Contact: xxxdre4merxxx@hotmail.com
Genre: Slash/Yaoi, AU, romance, angst, supernatural, series.
Comments: PG-13. If you can't handle slash, go away. BxS. Lime. Mangled personalities. This story has not been beta-ed, barely even proofread. I'm deeply sorry for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and all its characters are properties of their respective authors.
Autumn to Ashes: The Revenants
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December 2000, Los Angeles - New Year's Eve
"...Imagine me and you, I do. I think about you day and night..." Schuldich's nasal voice encompassed the expanse of Brad's living room as he twirled and danced to his own singing. The karaoke machine couldn't seem to crank out lyrics fast enough for Schuldich, so he made up for the empty spaces with his own lyrics.
"It's only right to think about the Brad you love, and hold him tight. So happy together!"
Aya-chan laughed at Schuldich's antics, while Brad, who was milling around with his employees, turned slightly red when he heard his name. A few of the workers chuckled, and asked Brad where he found such a juvenile (endearingly so, they assured) partner; to which he responded, he had no idea - he must have been drunk that night.
"I can't see me lovin' nobody but you, for all of time..." sang Schuldich.
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December 2000, Berlin - New Year's Eve
Panting in a dark room.
"Nggh....Noir...?"
A moan. "What?" said a brisk voice, presumably Noir. Slick noises ensue.
"When...did you say we were supposed to get that redhead by? Ooh, do that again!" said the other person, most likely Rubeus.
"January." said Noir, breathing heavily.
"What...uh...day is today?" asked Rubeus.
A long pause, filled with slurping and whimpering. Then, "The thirty-first. Stop asking questions. I can't think right now."
"One more. What month is it?"
"December! Shut up!"
More wet noises. "Mmm....Noir!"
The tempo increased, until finally: "OH SHIT!"
"Noir! Where are you going? We've only done it twenty-five times toda-"
"HE'S DUE TOMORROW!"
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December 2000, Los Angeles - New Year's Eve
"3...2...1! Happy New Years!" cheers and applause sounded in Brad's home, while kisses were exchanged between lovers and friends.
The party carried on without ceremony, friends of Brad coming and going with nothing more than a warm greeting, until the wine bottles were near empty; the hors d'oeuvres eaten, their platters empty except for the garnishes; the karaoke machine out of new songs; the guests yawning and drunkenly sleepy.
Brad and Schuldich walked outside with a couple friends to wish them goodnight. As the guests drove off into the night, their red taillights camouflaging with the rest of the cars down the wide, busy street, Schuldich leaned back into Brad, and let out a soft exhalation.
"Wow, I'm exhausted." he said, mock fainting into Brad's arms.
"You better be. I'd feel rather old if you spent the entire evening singing your heart out and don't feel as tired as I do." Brad said, ruffling the redhead's messy hair.
Sighing lightly, Schuldich leaned in and said "Brad, I love you."
Brad froze, hand still curled gently in Schuldich's long bright tresses. An uneasiness settled in the base of Brad's spine, but was abruptly dispelled by Schuldich's next words.
"It's okay. I know. You don't have to say anything. We've got a lot of time. But Brad, I still love you. I want you to know that."
Brad smiled sadly, and held Schuldich tighter within his grasp.
Schuldich was just bending in for a kiss when a piercing shriek cut through the air.
"Aya-chan?!" Schuldich said, grabbing onto Brad to steady himself from the shock. He took his weight off of Brad, and said "Go! I'll be right behind you."
Brad ran into the living room. He found Aya-chan backed into a corner. She was holding a broken bottle in an attempt to defend herself. The effect was ruined by the traitorous tears that slipped down her cheeks and the trembling of her hands.
In front of her was Noir, long silvery hair billowing in the non-existent wind. His outfit was a complicated arrangement of silver belt buckles, steel chains and black leather straps. Bits of skin peeked through at intervals, crisscrossing around his long arms, his washboard chest and his sleek thighs. Studded belts that were slung low over his hips jostled slightly as he walked. Black leather boots started at his knees and clung to his calves like a second skin. His hair poured down like a quicksilver waterfall down the expanse of Noir's back, ending before the ends touched the floor.
He walked casually towards Aya-chan, his steps long and languid. He didn't seem to be holding any type of weapon, but Brad had no doubt that he was dangerous.
Sure that Noir had not yet noticed him, Brad dashed to the room to his right to get a gun that was hidden in the cabinet. Loading the bullets professionally, he crept back into the living room. Noir was now only feet away from Aya-chan. Brad raised the gun and...
A strangled cry came from the front of the house. Petrified, Brad felt as if his fingers had turned into lead weights, his mind warring with his body as they struggled to process the events that came too hard, too fast..
/Schuldich?! But...Aya-chan...SCHULDICH!/
"Oh, Brad, you didn't believe I was really going to hurt a precious little girl, did you?" came a lazy drawl from Aya-chan's direction.
Brad felt dizzy. He saw Aya-chan on the floor, and for a brief moment he thought his hesitation had cost her her life. The shock wore off as he saw a slight movement of her hand. She was still alive. Brad focused, trying to take his mind off his lover and to the situation at hand. If only he could make his finger move!
"Actually...that's not a very good question. I have no qualms about the issue." Noir said thoughtfully, biting idly on one fingernail.
"I got 'im" said a triumphant voice behind Brad.
"BANG!"
Brad's shot rang out, and a curse was heard a split second later.
Brad was shaken. He'd aimed so perfectly, right at Noir's head. The silver-haired man hadn't been moving at all until he pulled the trigger...how the hell did he move so fast?
"Whoa, Noir...he actually hit you? Losing your touch, eh?" said Rubeus, holding a struggling, gagged Schuldich with little effort.
"He's a good fuckin' shot!" growled Noir, clutching his shoulder and easing himself onto a sofa.
Brad leveled his gun at Noir once again. How did he shoot the gun? Oh yes, pressure; pressure on the index finger, left arm bent to absorb the recoil...
"Good or not, you haven't had anyone injure you since...what was it? '54?" Rubeus taunted.
Managing to get his legs free after a long period of struggle, Schuldich delivered a swift kick to Rubeus's leg, distracting Brad for a split second. Brad's frayed nerves unraveled further.
"Ah, feisty." Rubeus said, but showed no sign of pain. Instead, he strengthened his hold on Schuldich's neck, making him gag.
Brad pulled the trigger - but Noir was gone.
A breathy voice spoke from right behind him. "Now, now, not again. It'll take at least an hour for this bullet wound you gave me to heal; I don't want another one."
Brad turned around, but it was too late. A drop-kick sent him sprawling on the floor, and the gun slid hopelessly under the sofa. Noir straddled him at the waist and held down his arms. Brad remembered the injury on Noir arms and fought against him.
"Well now...you see, even if you shoot me in the shoulder, you're still weaker than I am. Do you not understand? We're vampires." he said mockingly, hot tongue licking the curve of Brad's jaw.
Schuldich growled through his gag. He had given up fighting, since it proved impossible to break out of Rubeus's grip for more than five seconds at a time. Even then, he thought Rubeus was only playing around with him.
Noir turned to Schuldich. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rape your precious lover."
Schuldich only glared at Noir. "Now, I'm sure you're curious about why we want you fine gentlemen so badly. We're actually a bit behind schedule thanks to your little change of location. You see, Schuldich is special."
/Where are the police? They should have been here at least five minutes ago./ Brad thought furiously, relinquishing his fruitless resistance.
"According to out Great Leader Asgaroth..."
Brad felt Noir look up and smile at his lover, so he warily forced himself to turn his eyes towards Schuldich's.
"Oh, God." The horror dawned on Schuldich, and Brad, seeing Schuldich's absolute terror, renewed his resistance, only to find that he couldn't move his limbs under the gravity of Noir's presence. He felt an enormous pressure on him, and his eyelids slowly closed of their own accord.
Shit. Schuldich. Brad struggled, trying to open his eyes, even though his body had decided that it wasn't going to listen to him anymore. /I'm sorry Schuldich/, he thought. /Fuck, I'm so sorry./
Noir's sickly sweet voice filtered through his jumbled thoughts like a twisted hypnotist's mantra and he fell unconscious. Brad never heard the words Noir said next.
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Author commentary: Nietzsche Is My Hero
1. Exactly how shady can one get a graphic sex scene, in order to make it PG-13? I have surpassed all boundaries and have made a sex scene entirely of implications! Hah! Kiss my well-rounded ass, FF.net!
2. Can you guess what comes next? Yes? No? That's right -- angst.
3. Next chapter will be posted around the 25th of April.
4. Thanks to MOTDOTW again for the corrections!