Damn it. I have WAAAY too much school work. No time to write. Gomen peeps. I'm trying my best.
Disclaimer: Charas not mine.
WARNING: HUMOR ...aggressive Nagi?
Schwarz Journals
(Day 11/?)
By Ray-Chan
April 25, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
I just can't stand it.
No mission today. AGAIN. Maybe that's for the best though. I spent most of my morning alternating between avoiding Farfarello's sexual advances, Nagi's murderous glares, and Schuldich's whines that I no longer love him. ....I hate my life.
Farfarello seems persistent. I tried telling him that I wasn't interested, but he only chose that time to pin me to the couch. It was just my luck that Nagi walked in right then, saw us, and mentally rolled all the furniture over in a fit of rage sending us to the floor.
Now Schuldich trusts me even less for catching me "making out with Farfie". Honestly, the very idea sickens me. I live with a bunch of psychopaths intent on pissing me off apparently.
.....I think I just heard something break downstairs. If those idiots destroy my house, I swear I'll kill every last one of them.
~ * ~
Crawford reviewed his earlier entry with as sigh.
That was nearly six hours ago. Currently, he was basking in the afterglow of wild monkey sex while his redhead lover slept exhausted on the sheets beside him.
Ah, the way everything just seems to come together. Schuldich got his Crawford, Crawford got his sex, and Nagi.....
He picked up the journal:
~ * ~
April 25
You lose, bitch! Farfie is MINE, damn it. I made sure of that today.
Okay, so after I heard glass breaking and found Schuldich screaming and rolling around with Farf on the living room floor I snapped. How was I supposed to know they were catfighting? And DAMN does Schuldich have nails! I think he was trying to scratch out Farfie's good eye.
Anyway, I broke them up: threw Schuldich over the couch and Farf into the nearest wall. I didn't hurt them! Honest! And THEY broke your Chinese pattern lamp, not me. (I think Schul threw it. Blame him.)
Ah, but after you came and carried Schuldich away, I got my prize. *Grin* You can fuck Schu all you want, but you don't TOUCH my Farf.
~ * ~
Crawford stared down at the entry faintly amused.
// Poor Farfarello. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. //
// Mmph. Poor me. My ass is going to be sore for a week. //
He turned to watch the telepath sprawled languidly beside him, green eyes still shut from the exhaustive sex they had just shared. Brad grinned.
"I thought you always said make-up sex was the best kind."
"Not with you. You fuck like a freight train."
He playfully pinched Schuldich's rump eliciting a surprised squeak from the younger man.
"You know you like it, Schul."
"......That's beside the point."
"I'll let you be top the next time, then."
Schuldich's face lit up.
"Really?!"
"No. Now go back to sleep."
"Fuck you, Brad."
"No, fuck you after you wake up."
Pouting, the redhead rolled back over onto his side and drifted off again. After all, he knew Brad meant it. And considering the way they had just gone at it like caged bunnies on Viagra, he should probably rest up for the next round.
Crawford watched his lover's breathing slow with sleep before opening the next journal.
~ * ~
Fuckbook
Day 11
I swear Brad, if you're leaving me for Farfarello I'll kill every last person in Tokyo and chain you under the wheels of my car.
....You are NOT dumping me. I won't let you. I don't care what you think, you're my boyfriend and I refuse to share with Farfarello. Nagi maybe, but not Farf. That's just wrong.
I mean...if you WANTED to be uke, all you had to do was ask.
.......I've got something special planned now, Bradley-chan. Just you wait. I think you'll be pleasantly....surprised.
^o^
Ja ne, love!
--SchuSchu
~ * ~
Crawford blanched.
"I don't want to be uke, Schu."
The German grinned, clamping his palms tight over his ears so to block out his lover's protest.
"Can't hear you! Sleeping!"
// Don't you dare... //
"Sleeeeeping!"
"......."
~ * ~
April 25, 2001
Entry 11
....Nagi fucked me. He actually fucked me. I never would have thought that kid was the seme type, but...well...I guess it always is the quiet, innocent ones. You never believe they're capable of it til you're flat on your back and taking it hard up the ass. That kid fucks like a demon. Heh. Bet that hurt God.
After my little fight with Schuldich over your pasty ass, Nagi kinda threw me into a wall and by the time I woke up, you and Schuldich were gone...but Nagi was hovering over me in a leather body suit. Talk about unexpected events.
He just cackled (literally cackled) something about how he can be sadistic too, and then mentally dragged me into his room.
Do you know how CRAZY that kid is?! Where did he get a whip anyway?
Ah, shit. He's looking at me with those "need sex" eyes again. ....I know I don't feel pain, but the way he acts in bed is psychotic.
Damn it. I'm going to be sore tomorrow...
~ * ~
Crawford stared at that entry before shaking his head in mild disgust.
// If they start writing down what they do in bed, I'm going to go completely insane. //
// Why? I do it all the time. //
He eyed his lover warily.
"But I'm actually there with you. That way, I'm not surprised or disgusted."
"...You think what we do is disgusting?"
"Schuldich," he rubbed his temples, tired expression firmly in place, "let's not start this argument."
"It's your fault. You always need to have the final word in everything, Brad."
"......I do not."
"You do."
"Go to bed."
Picking up his own journal once again, Crawford pushed his glasses up higher on his nose before nudging Schuldich's bare bottom with his knee.
// I do not. //
// Shut up, Brad. //
~ * ~
~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 11 * ~
Farfarello is realizing Nagi's true inner potential towards being..different. It may prove interesting to see how he reacts now to not being the dominant one in a personal relationship.
Schuldich is planning something. I don't know what, but if he tries to tie me up again, I swear I'm making him sleep on the couch.
Nagi is beginning to frighten me. Everyday I learn something new about that boy, most of which I could have lived my life without knowing. Maybe he can be placated now that he has the object of his crazed attentions.
With Schuldich scheming, I'm praying to survive this week. I have no intention of being the weak one in a relationship. Unlike Farfarello, I don't believe myself to be so flexible (not in the physical sense of course). Maybe I am a die-hard dominant.
~ * ~
Placing the journals on his nightside table, Crawford took off his glasses and shifted forward in the bed to wrap himself enticingly about his slender lover. There, he grinned into Schuldich's neck.
"Ready for the next round?"
A soft sigh drifted up from in front.
"Don't you have an 'off' switch?"
"Nope."
"What do I have to do? Put a neon, light-up sign pointing to my ass saying 'not interested'?"
"Anything short of a death threat won't work. Trust me."
And he rolled over his German redhead eliciting a protesting squeak from the other man before the sound was devoured by hungry lips.
~ * ~ * ~ End Day 11 ~ * ~ * ~
*Sighs* I really need sleep. Danke to Alison-chan for keeping me awake long enough to write this.
^.~ Danke to the Bondage Omi, and Hentai Yohji, too. Oh! And my Sano-chaaaan! *glomps* *singing* "I wanna kiss you all over! And over and again!......"
Schu: O,O Um...you should really sleep now.
RC: *passes out at keyboard* SNOOOOREEEEEEEE
Disclaimer: Charas not mine.
WARNING: HUMOR ...aggressive Nagi?
Schwarz Journals
(Day 11/?)
By Ray-Chan
April 25, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
I just can't stand it.
No mission today. AGAIN. Maybe that's for the best though. I spent most of my morning alternating between avoiding Farfarello's sexual advances, Nagi's murderous glares, and Schuldich's whines that I no longer love him. ....I hate my life.
Farfarello seems persistent. I tried telling him that I wasn't interested, but he only chose that time to pin me to the couch. It was just my luck that Nagi walked in right then, saw us, and mentally rolled all the furniture over in a fit of rage sending us to the floor.
Now Schuldich trusts me even less for catching me "making out with Farfie". Honestly, the very idea sickens me. I live with a bunch of psychopaths intent on pissing me off apparently.
.....I think I just heard something break downstairs. If those idiots destroy my house, I swear I'll kill every last one of them.
~ * ~
Crawford reviewed his earlier entry with as sigh.
That was nearly six hours ago. Currently, he was basking in the afterglow of wild monkey sex while his redhead lover slept exhausted on the sheets beside him.
Ah, the way everything just seems to come together. Schuldich got his Crawford, Crawford got his sex, and Nagi.....
He picked up the journal:
~ * ~
April 25
You lose, bitch! Farfie is MINE, damn it. I made sure of that today.
Okay, so after I heard glass breaking and found Schuldich screaming and rolling around with Farf on the living room floor I snapped. How was I supposed to know they were catfighting? And DAMN does Schuldich have nails! I think he was trying to scratch out Farfie's good eye.
Anyway, I broke them up: threw Schuldich over the couch and Farf into the nearest wall. I didn't hurt them! Honest! And THEY broke your Chinese pattern lamp, not me. (I think Schul threw it. Blame him.)
Ah, but after you came and carried Schuldich away, I got my prize. *Grin* You can fuck Schu all you want, but you don't TOUCH my Farf.
~ * ~
Crawford stared down at the entry faintly amused.
// Poor Farfarello. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. //
// Mmph. Poor me. My ass is going to be sore for a week. //
He turned to watch the telepath sprawled languidly beside him, green eyes still shut from the exhaustive sex they had just shared. Brad grinned.
"I thought you always said make-up sex was the best kind."
"Not with you. You fuck like a freight train."
He playfully pinched Schuldich's rump eliciting a surprised squeak from the younger man.
"You know you like it, Schul."
"......That's beside the point."
"I'll let you be top the next time, then."
Schuldich's face lit up.
"Really?!"
"No. Now go back to sleep."
"Fuck you, Brad."
"No, fuck you after you wake up."
Pouting, the redhead rolled back over onto his side and drifted off again. After all, he knew Brad meant it. And considering the way they had just gone at it like caged bunnies on Viagra, he should probably rest up for the next round.
Crawford watched his lover's breathing slow with sleep before opening the next journal.
~ * ~
Fuckbook
Day 11
I swear Brad, if you're leaving me for Farfarello I'll kill every last person in Tokyo and chain you under the wheels of my car.
....You are NOT dumping me. I won't let you. I don't care what you think, you're my boyfriend and I refuse to share with Farfarello. Nagi maybe, but not Farf. That's just wrong.
I mean...if you WANTED to be uke, all you had to do was ask.
.......I've got something special planned now, Bradley-chan. Just you wait. I think you'll be pleasantly....surprised.
^o^
Ja ne, love!
--SchuSchu
~ * ~
Crawford blanched.
"I don't want to be uke, Schu."
The German grinned, clamping his palms tight over his ears so to block out his lover's protest.
"Can't hear you! Sleeping!"
// Don't you dare... //
"Sleeeeeping!"
"......."
~ * ~
April 25, 2001
Entry 11
....Nagi fucked me. He actually fucked me. I never would have thought that kid was the seme type, but...well...I guess it always is the quiet, innocent ones. You never believe they're capable of it til you're flat on your back and taking it hard up the ass. That kid fucks like a demon. Heh. Bet that hurt God.
After my little fight with Schuldich over your pasty ass, Nagi kinda threw me into a wall and by the time I woke up, you and Schuldich were gone...but Nagi was hovering over me in a leather body suit. Talk about unexpected events.
He just cackled (literally cackled) something about how he can be sadistic too, and then mentally dragged me into his room.
Do you know how CRAZY that kid is?! Where did he get a whip anyway?
Ah, shit. He's looking at me with those "need sex" eyes again. ....I know I don't feel pain, but the way he acts in bed is psychotic.
Damn it. I'm going to be sore tomorrow...
~ * ~
Crawford stared at that entry before shaking his head in mild disgust.
// If they start writing down what they do in bed, I'm going to go completely insane. //
// Why? I do it all the time. //
He eyed his lover warily.
"But I'm actually there with you. That way, I'm not surprised or disgusted."
"...You think what we do is disgusting?"
"Schuldich," he rubbed his temples, tired expression firmly in place, "let's not start this argument."
"It's your fault. You always need to have the final word in everything, Brad."
"......I do not."
"You do."
"Go to bed."
Picking up his own journal once again, Crawford pushed his glasses up higher on his nose before nudging Schuldich's bare bottom with his knee.
// I do not. //
// Shut up, Brad. //
~ * ~
~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 11 * ~
Farfarello is realizing Nagi's true inner potential towards being..different. It may prove interesting to see how he reacts now to not being the dominant one in a personal relationship.
Schuldich is planning something. I don't know what, but if he tries to tie me up again, I swear I'm making him sleep on the couch.
Nagi is beginning to frighten me. Everyday I learn something new about that boy, most of which I could have lived my life without knowing. Maybe he can be placated now that he has the object of his crazed attentions.
With Schuldich scheming, I'm praying to survive this week. I have no intention of being the weak one in a relationship. Unlike Farfarello, I don't believe myself to be so flexible (not in the physical sense of course). Maybe I am a die-hard dominant.
~ * ~
Placing the journals on his nightside table, Crawford took off his glasses and shifted forward in the bed to wrap himself enticingly about his slender lover. There, he grinned into Schuldich's neck.
"Ready for the next round?"
A soft sigh drifted up from in front.
"Don't you have an 'off' switch?"
"Nope."
"What do I have to do? Put a neon, light-up sign pointing to my ass saying 'not interested'?"
"Anything short of a death threat won't work. Trust me."
And he rolled over his German redhead eliciting a protesting squeak from the other man before the sound was devoured by hungry lips.
~ * ~ * ~ End Day 11 ~ * ~ * ~
*Sighs* I really need sleep. Danke to Alison-chan for keeping me awake long enough to write this.
^.~ Danke to the Bondage Omi, and Hentai Yohji, too. Oh! And my Sano-chaaaan! *glomps* *singing* "I wanna kiss you all over! And over and again!......"
Schu: O,O Um...you should really sleep now.
RC: *passes out at keyboard* SNOOOOREEEEEEEE