Schwarz Journals (Day 12/?)
April 26, 2001
Journal of Brad Crawford
I believe I can now justly regret my choice to give Schuldich velvet handcuffs as an anniversary gag.
Last night, he decided to pounce me on my way out of the shower. Perhaps the sex wouldn't have been so bad had he actually taken the time to dry off the water still clinging to my skin. ….or if he hadn't just handcuffed me to the bathroom doorknob and taken me right there.
Even so, I still consider myself an avowed dominant. Sadistic maybe, but I severely doubt that I bear the same smugness as Schuldich after spending another night as seme to him.
……Damn him. My ass hurts. If nothing else, this experience has given me a new respect towards Schuldich's untamed desire for sexual exploration every night. I don't know how he does it in truth. From what I've so recently discovered of it, being uke hurts like hell.
Perhaps not everything was a loss then in being the less dominant partner for once. I think I now feel a greater respect for my redheaded colleague, lover, and eternal friend.
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Wincing, Crawford snapped his journal shut with a frown.
"What's the matter, liebe? Not feeling up to par?"
Both Schuldich and Nagi snickered from where they sat perched side-by-side at the breakfast table. Crawford only glared over the rims of his glasses, shifting painfully where he stood eating bran flakes at the kitchen counter.
"….You'll get used to it." Farfarello arched an eyebrow at his leader's discomfort…then shoved another fork into the toaster (hence why Craw-chan was eating mushy bran ^,~)
"I most certainly will NOT get used to it. I can't even sit down in a damn chair!"
Mixed anger and embarrassment at the boisterous laughs from Nagi and his own younger lover stained his cheeks while Crawford grabbed the next journal…and wished for a cushioned seat.
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April 26
Okay, so I realize that Farfarello can't feel pain, but….you would think the guy could at least give me some prior indication that he's….weird.
Shut up. I don't mean just weird. (That's obvious after the rubber ducky/turkey baster incident.) I mean….in bed weird. Don't think I'm being a brat about it, after all, I DID spend the last few days trying to get him, but…
Oh, I'm sure Schuldich will tell you. He was there. The bitch hid in my closet! Damn him!
….Now I know what you were talking about with "justifiable homicide."
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"You're doing it again!"
Brad looked up from Nagi's journal, blinking in surprise.
"Huh? 'It'? What? Where? How-"
"You're arching your eyebrow at me again!"
"Um….really now?" Truly, Crawford's said eyebrow was all but flying off his face and smacking the Man in the Moon right upside his high, rocky head.
"Waaah! Farfie! Make him stop!"
Farfarello blinked, looked at Brad. At Nagi. And then back at the toaster, cramming the fork home gleefully as he was shocked again and again.
*ZAP* "Hee hee! *ZAP ZAP!* "Whooo!" *ZAP!* "Duurrr….mnnh…clean up…isle…..four…." *ZAP!*
Farfarello stubbornly kept his hold on the fork electrocuting him as he lay there twitching about on the kitchen floor.
Nagi just smiled and went back to his bowl of Choco Bombs.
"My, isn't it a pleasant day?"
*ZAP! ZAP!*
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April 26, 2001
Entry 12
Nagi says he's scared of me now. I say he should suck it up and stop acting so much like Schuldich.
What I do in my own time is no one's business but mine. If Nagi wants to shove himself into my business, well…..he'll have to start liking knives for starters. Seriously. What kind of idiot thinks you can have a twenty-four piece set without a bowie, switchblade, and/or retractable paring knife?
I said he should study cutlery.
He said I should put the knives down until after he's done plugging my ass.
I hate sex. There's too many rules.
*Rules of Sex*:
No knives in bed
No biting and/or mutilating one's partner
No restraining one's partner (if the intention be Clause #2 or use of items in Clause #1 to perform Clause #2 in any fashion)
All limbs and/or bodily organs which enter the sex area must be fully functioning afterwards
No watching TV while getting fucked
No sneaking the TV remote into bed and muting the sound while hoping partner fails to notice
No food in the sex area (unless it is directly related to the sex itself and care is taken to eliminate the necessitated use of foresaid items in Clause #1)
See?! It's insane! There were more, but I forgot them. Nagi will probably remind me later when I do something not in the rule book.
Damn God. He's up there laughing at me. I can hear him cackling.
Wait. No, that's Schuldich in the upstairs bathroom. Nevermind.
Ja.
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"Brad? Why are you twitching?" Schuldich half-bounced, half-stalked over to where his lover was still standing at the kitchen counter.
"TELL FARFARELLO TO GET THE FUCKING FORK OUTTA MY LEG!!!"
"Oh, um." Schu looked down at said utensil now crammed into Brad's calf. "Uh…..Bad Farfie! Down boy!"
"GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!"
"Arrgh! He's foaming at the mouth! …MAD DOG! MAD DOG!"
Nagi just blinked at his wildly flailing teammates, still calmly munching his cereal and wondering just why his psychotic lover had eaten his toothpaste again, now bubbling at the mouth.
"Weirdos."
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Fuckbook
Day 11
I've been officially corrupted.
Today I was just minding my own innocent business (spying on Nagi and Farfarello from the kid's closet). …Hey, it's my job to protect him! I've seen him get crazy with whips and leather before!
Nagi. Not Farfarello. The poor guy must think the kid's lost it.
Anyhoo, I was just minding my own fucking business when they came into the room arguing something about a fetish of Farfarello's.
Heh. Get this, Brad: Farfarello was trying to talk Nagi into sneaking into Takatori's office and having sex on his desk!
Maybe they wouldn't have found me in the closet if I hadn't screamed in shock just then. Nagi wound up sticking his head in and found me hiding there, then mentally threw me out the door and locked me outside again. Damn him, that little bitch! I'll get him back for that. I swear it.
Ja ne, Braddy!
3 SchuSchu
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"…Schuldich?"
The redhead looked up from where he was trying to mop up the mixed blood and toothpaste upon the kitchen tile.
"Brad?"
"….You need a hobby."
Schu grinned.
"Last time someone said that I took up smoking."
"….."
"Brad?"
"….Why do I even try?"
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~ * Schwarz Member Assessment : Day 12 * ~
Schuldich is getting to be a bother again. I'm not referring to myself in that, but I truly do fear that one day my lover just might do something to warrant Nagi's rage beyond my control.
Farfarello….is himself. I can't really say much about that man beyond the fact that he never ceases to frighten me.
Nagi is becoming more and more possessive of his lover. Honestly, I never would have pictured this turn of roles, but the boy seems to enjoy being a dominant partner. I only wonder how long Farfarello will remain under his control before the man snaps.
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Sighing, Crawford closed his journal and managed to glare down at Nagi as the youngest Schwarz member bound his leg in gauze. Obviously, Craw-chan was not happy.
"You realize that it's only a matter of time before Farfarello tries to kill you."
"Oh, he's tried," Nagi chirped happily, still binding the American's leg.
"..And?"
"I bitch-slapped him and jumped his bones."
"…."
"Crawford?"
"….headache…."
~ * ~ * ~ End Day 12 ~ * ~ * ~
Thanks, Viva. ^.~ You inspired me to actually pull another chapter outta my butt. Hope you enjoyed it!