Schwarz Journals (Day 8/?)
By Ray-Chan
April 22, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
How do things always work out in the end? I'm not referring to our mission today, (yes, we finally were called in to assist Takatori in his meandering business endeavors), I'm talking about Schuldich. It seems that all I've done thus far is speak of him in my journal, so why stop now?
He returned to our room late last night. He said he had had enough time to himself and now he wanted to spend his life with me. …What can you say to something like that? All I could do was smile and ask him to stay with me then. Did I do it right? Relationships always did confuse me to no ends.
Anyway, he climbed into my lap (since I was sitting in a small armchair) and offered himself to me. I did want him, and I'm sure Schuldich could tell by the way my body reacted to him sitting so snugly on my groin.
It was infinitely strange though. I removed his clothes as he sat perched on my lap, and once he was bare and had cuddled soundly into my chest…. I brushed his hair.
Strange, yes, and I believe it surprised Schuldich as well when I asked him if he would mind me doing it. He didn't speak a word, just rose from my lap and retrieved a wooden handled brush (his favorite, I know) from a drawer and offered it to me before sitting back across my lap and tucking his head under my chin, cheek pressed firmly to my chest.
…His hair is like spun silk. I don't know how long I sat there with him naked in my lap, just brushing his hair out until it was soft and shined. If you bury your nose in it, you can smell faint traces of lemon and cinnamon. Maybe it's his shampoo, but whatever it is, I love it.
It was late (or early morning actually) when he began to fall asleep in my arms. Since I had long since brushed his hair thoroughly and it was softer and less tangled than I have ever seen it, I took him in my arms and carried him to our bed. He was sleepy, yes, but he did manage to remove my clothes as well and whisper for me to make love to him.
By the time we were satiated, it was dawn and both of us were too tired to do much more than sleep. I was so careful with him that time, though. Schuldich said he didn't mind me a little rough during sex, but that when I was so gentle with him and enjoyed his body with care, he loved it. He wasn't sore afterwards, so I must have done something right at least.
I'll remember to be gentle with him more often. He deserves to feel loved.
~ * ~
"Can I read, Bradley?"
Crawford looked up from his writing to meet curious jade eyes. Schuldich shifted closer on his stomach, not minding when the bed sheets slipped down past his buttocks leaving them bare. Smirking, Crawford handed his journal to the younger man, who looked quickly over the entry and frowned.
"It's in English, koi. You can't understand it."
The redhead pouted up at him.
"Why do we have to write in Japanese so you can understand it, but you don't have to?"
Crawford shrugged.
"I guess it occurred to me that one of you would try to read my journal. It's my own safety measure. Better than keeping it under lock and key."
"I guess." Schuldich slumped down on the mattress, crossing his arms and resting his cheek on them. "…I'm going to go learn English tomorrow so I can read it, then."
Brad chuckled and playfully squeezed Schu's bare butt cheeks.
"If you learn English, I'll let you read it."
"Mmm…..That's good."
"Hm? What is?"
"Your hand. Feels good."
"Oh." Crawford looked down to where his hand perched on pale cheeks and began to rub his palm gently over the tender flesh, dipping a few fingers to run in the crease between. "That good?"
"Mmmm hmmmmm….."
He smiled and continued his stroking with one hand as he opened the first journal with the other.
~ * ~
April 22
Well, I might as well say it since I'm not sure just how careful Farfarello is with his emotions when writing events in his journal.
I kissed him today. I don't know what came over me. I just walked into the kitchen and there he was cramming silverware and various food products down the garbage disposal. He's so childish sometimes, and I find it fascinating.
He wasn't putting any knives through, and when I asked why he just looked at me like I was stupid for not knowing the rules of his little game. He said that his knives had a "better purpose" which probably means he was maiming swans in the park again today.
Either way, I watched him for awhile, and once he cut a finger on one of his knives. He just sat there then, staring at it as the blood pooled into a single drop on the tip of his finger. He was definitely beyond surprised when I gripped his wrist firmly and took the finger into my mouth to clean the blood away.
Maybe I'm weird for licking his fingers, but he just stood there, staring at me the whole time with this strange expression on his face. Like he was confused almost.
Well, he was certainly surprised when I released his finger and leaned up to kiss him. He probably would have killed me if he hadn't tasted his own blood on my lips and decided he liked it.
I never pictured Farfie as a French kisser, but he must have learned it somewhere because he practically shoved his tongue down my throat lapping at whatever blood had stained the roof of my mouth. I swear, he practically ate me! You know the joy he shows when he's about to kill something during battle? Well, multiply that enthusiasm by twenty and apply it to a kiss. It was just…. Wow.
I'm probably scaring you with this by now. Anyway, he remembered yesterday's "lesson" in hugging, and he grabbed my ass, actually lifting me off the floor mid-kiss and dropping me down on the counter.
…..Then he just stopped suddenly and ignored me, choosing to shove a fork down the garbage disposal again instead. I mean, talk about hot and cold. That was just….weird.
Please ask Schuldich to explain this to me. I figure he was the one who taught Farf how to kiss like that in the first place.
~ * ~
"Sch -"
"- Nein. It wasn't me."
Crawford looked down at the younger man. Schuldich was lounging with his eyes closed, purring contentedly in the back of his throat as Crawford's hand reflexively massaged the cheeks of his lower backside.
"Where do you think Farfarello learned to French kiss?"
"I dunno." Schuldich cracked an eye open and smirked. "His tiger ex-girlfriend? …ACK!"
He laughed wildly when Crawford dropped the journal and rolled him over, straddling his waist as he tickled Schuldich mercilessly.
"B-BRAAAAAD! YAMETE!!!!!" He screamed in laughter, frantically grabbing a pillow and using it to beat his boyfriend over the head until Crawford growled, pinning him completely and captured Schuldich's lips in a deep kiss. "Mmm…. Braaaad." Schuldich purred below him and began to trace a slight path up his lover's muscled arms. "Brad, can we finish where we left off last night?"
"Mmm…." Crawford kissed him again, tongue stroking at the German's teeth before he rolled off with a groan and grabbed another journal. "Give me a few minutes."
Schuldich smirked.
"Fine." He shifted his weight atop the older man, straddling his thighs and laying down upon Crawford's chest. "Wake me when you're ready to 'service' me."
"You make me sound like a gas station."
"Well fill me up then."
"Hentai."
"You know it."
~ * ~
April 22, 2001
Entry 8
Tell Nagi to stop bothering me. He keeps following me around all day, watching me. He thinks I don't see him, but I do. I wish he'd stop.
He clings like me like Schuldich does to you. It's like your relationship only without the arguments and the loud moaning all night. (Tell Schuldich he keeps me up at night. Can you try a gag or something? *anything*?!?!)
And Nagi kissed me today. I don't know why. I was in the kitchen having fun with the garbage disposal, and he just licked the blood off my fingers. Maybe Nagi likes the taste of blood, too. Heh heh. I'll show him all the fun things you can do with a knife. All the fun places to cut…
I decided I like the taste of blood in another person's mouth. Nagi tasted kinda good until the good coppery flavor wore off. Then it was just bland again and the kiss sucked so I stopped. He seemed air-deprived anyway.
Oh, Schuldich is no fun either. Tell him he doesn't play the hug game right. ….And tell him I'll keep grabbing his ass if he doesn't give me back my pants. My legs are cold.
Ja.
~ * ~
Crawford looked down at the redhead contentedly purring where he lay nuzzling Brad's chest.
"Schuldich, do you have Farfarello's pants?"
"…. Maybe."
"He says give them back or he'll 'keep grabbing your ass'. "
"I threw them in the washer. They needed to be cleaned. I don't think Farfie ever washes his clothes. It's disgusting."
Crawford smirked.
"He also says you're too loud at night, and I should gag you."
"And I say no sex for a month if you try."
Crawford rolled his eyes and opened the last journal.
~ * ~
Fuckbook
Day 8
Alright. So being on my own was more annoying than usual. You wanna know what made me come back to ya so soon, Bradley-chan?
Farfarello grabbed my ass today. I remember Nagi saying something about a "hug game" he taught Farf, but I didn't believe it until the psycho glomped me and squeezed my ass so hard it hurt.
…Well it hurt to begin with considering our previous night activities, Brad. Really….I like it better when you're not trying to pound me into the mattress. Just a *little* softer is good.
Hey! We should get a waterbed! Ever done it on a waterbed, Bradley? OH! Or in a pool?!? ::snicker:: We wouldn't have to clean up afterwards if we had a pool. Or a pool table? WOW! So many places to fuck, so little time! FUN!!!
Let's try something new. Surprise me, Brad! You pick the place, I bring the lube! Anywhere ya want! Be creative now, koi.
I can't wait!
XOXOXO
~~ Schugy-Bear ~~
~ * ~
" 'Schugy-Bear' ?" Crawford looked down his glasses at the smaller man sprawled across him.
"Mmmph. I was on a caffeine high. So sue me."
"…..Did you really mean it?"
"Nani?"
"The waterbed? The pool table?"
Schuldich cracked one eye open and grinned mischievously at his older lover.
"I told ya, Brad. Anywhere you want it. ….Any *way* you want it. Just pick the spot."
"Careful. I just might hold you to that promise."
Schuldich began to nibble on Crawford's neck.
"I'm hoping you will."
~ * ~
~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 8 * ~
Schuldich is trying to make me kinky. I was never one for bondage or masochism before I met him, but my tastes seem to be changing more and more as he introduces me to a whole new world in sex toys and various articles of edible clothing. I don't know whether to be horrified or sadistically happy.
Farfarello is beginning to understand that Nagi's feelings are more than friendly. However, he does not seem interested in returning the boy's feelings. It should be interesting to see if Nagi can wear him down to some degree.
Nagi is in love with Farfarello. I do not understand how it happened, but I find it utterly….strange. Maybe he has seen the benefits of dating within his own group much as I have with Schuldich.
Myself, I don't understand how Schuldich keeps forgiving all the emotionless things I do, but he always seems to see beyond my bastard exterior. He claims I have a sweet person inside, but I say it only appears when he's in my arms at night. I really don't know what to think about anything anymore.
~ * ~
Crawford stacked the journals neatly on the bedside table and turned off the lamp, folding his arms lightly over Schuldich's bare back from where the redhead lay completely naked atop his chest. Crawford suddenly smirked and couldn't contain the slight snicker that escaped him.
"What's so funny?"
Crawford squeezed the other man closer.
"Oh, I just thought of the perfect place to take you up on your offer."
Schuldich looked at his smiling boyfriend and made a soft whimper.
"Braaaaaad. Where are you going to take me?"
"You'll definitely be surprised," Crawford promised, shutting his mind off to the telepath before Schuldich could read his thoughts. "Just remember to bring the lube… Lots of it……"
~ * ~ * ~ End Day 8 ~ * ~ * ~
MWAHAHA!!! Where is Crawford planning to take Schuldich? Find out in……. "SCHWARZ JOURNALS: DAY 9" !!!!!!!! (I'm broadcasting it now! Builds suspense, ne?)