Written by popular request, here's Day 2 of "Schwarz Journals"!!! Thanky to everyone who provided feedback! SEE how fast it gets written if you peeps only mail me! raychan_4quatre@yahoo.com
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Schwarz Journals (Day 2/?)
By Ray-Chan
Crawford sighed softly and felt aimlessly on the bedside table for his glasses. After finding them and shoving the frames onto his face, he turned the bedside lamp on low and took three journals from the drawer.
He glanced next to him at the peaceful redhead, angelically beautiful in his sleep. Schuldich was breathing softly, a thin navy blue sheet draped sensually low about his waist, and Crawford smiled at the sexually sated man as he opened the first journal to read.
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Entry 2
April 16, 2001
Have you ever tasted blood, Crawford? The coppery drops of another's life flowing from their veins then over your hands in a warm rush? It's utterly intoxicating. To bend down and lick warm flesh while they gasp as life drifts away; it's unchallenged in its addictive qualities.
And what of this: how no two people taste exactly the same? It's not the quality of their blood, but the fear that leaks into it. Yes, I can taste their fear. And it's sweeter than candy or whatever pleasures you gain by fucking Schuldich good each night.
Does he bleed as you take him, Crawford? Can you savor it? Is he…..tasty?
So smooth and soft… He's so pretty, Crawford. But then you noticed that already or you wouldn't be screwing his brains out night after night.
What would it be like to taste him? Do you think he'd scream if I tried? Really, just a simple taste.
…. Oh here he is now.
Delicious. Just a taste……
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Crawford looked down at the words as the wild scrawling stopped suddenly.
// I would have rather not known that. //
He picked up the next journal.
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Fuckbook
Day 2
FARFARELLO BIT ME!!! What the FUCK!?!?!? I just walked into the kitchen and there he was, sitting cross-legged on the table grinning at me, and when I turned to make toast he fucking BIT me!!! What is he, a *vampire*?!?! Shit, that guy has *fangs*, I swear!
Grrr…. Okay, so *after* I shoved him to the floor and threatened to throw out his knives if he ever tried sucking on my neck again, I was about to get my toast, but that *psycho* grabbed onto my leg and started gnawing on my ankle! Che! That hurts like a BITCH!
I tried kicking at Farfie to get him to stop, but he just growled like something out of those Alien movies and pulled me down to the floor, too. By the time Nagi found us and mentally pulled the human piranha off my leg, Farf was mumbling something about "tastes like mango", then he just passed out.
….Or more specifically, I beat him with the kitchen fire extinguisher, but who's really keeping track?
THERE! See if you can top MY miserable day!
Fuck the world, I'm buying Farf a leash tomorrow.
See you in bed tonight! ^__~. JA!
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Crawford shook his head and glanced over at the sleeping Schuldich, arching a slim eyebrow when he saw the fang marks on the redhead's throat.
// I didn't *think* I was the one who did that…. //
Shaking his head, he went for the last journal.
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April 16th
Well, this is interesting. I was coming down for breakfast this morning and I found Schuldich wrestling with Farfarello on the floor, screaming something in German. I didn't know what it was, but I don't think it's G-rated.
Anyway, I think Farfie was cheating in the game and Schuldich didn't like it, so I pulled Farf off of him. Schuldich sprang at him like a cat trying to claw out Farfarello's good eye, but I threw him back into the wall.
They're children really. I turned to wipe up the bloody mess they had made on the floor, and Schuldich hit Farf with the fire extinguisher while I wasn't looking, then ran away screaming that he had been violated.
…That was enough excitement for me for one day. Then school was bad, too.
I already had a headache from all the mental strain this morning, but with Advil on an empty stomach (I never did get time for breakfast), I was tired and already angry at the world.
So I got a "D" on my Algebra test. Happy? It's not my fault. Why can't I just live in a normal house like every other fifteen year-old? Life bites.
Then after all that, I had to spend my lunch break cleaning out the c-
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"…..Braaad? You're still awake?"
Feeling a warm touch drifting over his stomach, Crawford closed Nagi's journal and caught Schuldich's lips in a lengthy kiss. It was gentle. Probably because both men were already half asleep and a battle of tongues seemed a waste of good energy.
Schuldich crawled upwards, draping himself over Crawford's chest and resting a pale cheek on the older man's shoulder. Sleepy jade eyes closed, as the German licked sensually at Crawford's collarbone.
"Go to sleep, Schuldich," Crawford embraced him with one arm, the other reaching for his leather notebook and pen. Schuldich sighed, eyes still closed.
"Can we cuddle tonight?"
"…...Alright. Just give me a few minutes."
Feeling the other man smile into his skin, Crawford, opened his own journal and began.
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April 16, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
As life becomes more complicated, I am regretful for the absence of regular missions. Without them, my fellow teammates become restless and Farfarello has apparently been applying his bloodlust towards other the Schwarz members.
My relations with Schuldich are improving dramatically. I still restrict my feelings for him, but the task seems harder every day. He's strikingly beautiful. …And a demon in bed. Still, I don't know when my feelings traveled from just my groin to my heart.
I'm confused, and I hate that. In any other case, I would just abandon him for my routine; for normality. But I can't let him go. Is it beyond a matter of possession? I can't be sure.
~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 2 * ~
Nagi seems more focused on the team today. I think that the childish antics of Schuldich and Farfarello sometime try his patience, but he learns to cope with it and won't back down from a problem. Honestly, he plays a significant role in maintaining my sanity.
Schuldich is bruised, but at least in one piece. Once again, anger management is the key. I suppose that in the case of today's run-in with Farfarello, aggressive action cannot be helped but I like to think that there are other ways to deal with their issues.
Farfarello. That man is an enigma; one I hope to never understand. His bloodlust obviously cannot be controlled, only channeled into more productive outlets. Stronger tranquilizers would be a prudent choice.
Myself… I've been stricken with confusion over matters where I feel without any real control. My teammates seem to be reacting the same as always considering the growing tension which comes from a lack of missions, and yet I find myself often taking walks just to clear my head.
Duty calls. I promised Schuldich some cuddling before he falls asleep and I can hear his breathing slowly grow lower. When did I become a man for cuddling? He's changed me, that much I'm sure of.
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Sliding open the bedside drawer and slipping the journals inside, Crawford gathered the slender redhead into his arms and turned out the light.
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