At the Beginning with You

By: Aerys Krystie.

Schuldig sat on the edge of the bed, like he had been doing for the last two weeks. He knew Krad would wake soon enough. If not from Schuldig's presence, then from the storm that was raging outside. How Krad managed to sleep in this room, with a window that forever let the cold in, would always be a mystery to the German. He looked down at the sleeping face of the cat-boy, smiling warmly.

Schuldig mentally sighed. The kid was starting to rub off on him. Two weeks they had been talking for hours about nothing. Every once in a while, they wouldn't speak, but sit in a comfortable silence. Schuldig would watch the way Krad ran his fingers through hair, or lay on his side, sometimes, sitting beside Schuldig, resting his head on the telepath's shoulder. Then there were times like this, when Krad didn't immediately rouse when Schuldig arrived. The German would just watch the blond's peaceful face, occasionally touching a soft cheek.

Schuldig knew he was being silly. But he enjoyed it. He liked these hours he had alone with Krad, where they could talk about anything, without the other passing judgment. Most of all, he liked the way Krad would actually smile at him. It was a change from the cold one he got from Crawford, or the sneer of Nagi. He knew it was best for all concerned that he would stop his nightly visits to Krad's room. But he knew, deep down he knew, he would never be able to do that, and he didn't want Krad to feel abandoned again.

'Schu?'

Schuldig looked at the blond, seeing him shiver under his quilt. 'Who else is this handsome?'

'Did you want to let your clothes dry a bit? I'm sure I have something that might fit you.' Krad sat up, stretching. 'What?'

Schuldig didn't realize he was staring, but smirked and poked Krad's chest. 'I think you might be turning into a man,' he teased, chuckling when Krad swatted his hand away. 'But yeah. Getting these damn clothes off would be great.'

Krad crawled out from under his warm covers. 'Can you turn the lamp on?'

Schuldig did as asked, closing his eyes at the brightness. He watched as Krad looked under his bed, producing a pair of gray sweatpants. He took the piece of clothing, and began undressing. He heard the bedroom door open and close, and shrugged. He peeled his wet clothes off, and pulled the sweats on, just as Krad re-entered the room.

'I'm not sure if you're a coffee or a tea drinker, so I brought up a cup of each.' Krad set the tray down on his desk, and got under the covers again, shivering.

'You're gonna hate me for this, but I don't drink either. Coke is more than enough for me.' Schuldig sat on the bed, before laying back. He was aware that his head was on Krad's chest, but neither of them cared to protest.

'You've got lovely hair,' Krad said, as his slender fingers ran through the locks of red.

Schuldig snorted. 'Then what does that make yours?'

'A pain.' Krad laughed with Schuldig, as he continued to stroke the mop.

'Move over. I'm getting under the covers, otherwise I'll freeze to death.' Schuldig sat up, and got under the covers, sighing. He still didn't know how Krad slept with his head facing the window. 'That's better. Your bed is comfy.'

'You can stay the rest of the night, if you like,' Krad offered, turning his head to look at Schuldig.

Schuldig turned to his side, propping his head up in his hand. 'Why would you say something like that?'

Krad bit his lower lip. 'W-well, it...I don't know. I guess I just don't want to wake up to an empty bed again.' He sighed, turning his head to look at his ceiling.

'Are you sure it's not because you wanna have a sexy demon, like me, in your bed?'

Krad giggled, shaking his head. 'Vain much?'

Schuldig turned Krad's face towards him. 'Gotta love yourself before anyone else can,' he remarked. He cleared his throat. 'So, how are things with you and Aya going?'

Krad shrugged, turning onto his side, with his head resting on his pillow. 'Well, they're pretty much the same as usual.' He looked into Schuldig's eyes.

'He and Yohji are getting along fine?'

Krad raised an eyebrow. 'Every relationship has it's flaw. Aya and Yohji have been arguing about...um...certain things.' Krad blushed.

'Like Yohji is refusing to wear the ears and tail when they have sex?' Schuldig stroked one of Krad's ears; fingers running from the base to the tip. 'Aya will never be over you. Did he give you a reason why he broke up with you?'

'Do we have to talk about it?' Krad sighed, turning onto his other side, and pulled the covers up.

'Only curious, koneko.' Schuldig nuzzled the back of Krad's head.

'Curiosity killed the cat,' the blond murmured.

'Ah, but satisfaction brought it back,' Schuldig instantly replied, kissing the back of white ear, watching as it folded back.

Smirking, Schuldig pulled Krad to his body. He was surprised that Krad didn't tense, but instead gave a content sigh. He could feel the boy's tail between their legs, the tip was waving slightly. He was shocked to hear Krad purring, though, which was gradually dieing down, until the boy was asleep again.

Schuldig smiled, kissing the back of the boy's head. 'Gute Nacht, mein Kitten.'

Krad bit his lower lip. He had been awake for an hour and a half. Aya and Yohji had broken up two days ago. And, evidently, that was when Schuldig stopped coming by. Krad longed to talk to the German. He had actually chewed off nine of his ten nails, waiting for the redhead to appear. He jumped when there was a knock at his door. Quickly, he pulled his cap on, and shoved his tail down his pants. He knew it was Aya at the door, and he didn't want to deal with the stoic redhead at the moment.

Gathering up what courage he could muster, he opened the door. He looked at Aya's amethyst eyes. 'Aya? What are you doing up at this time?'

Aya stared at the blond, before inviting himself into the room. He pressed Krad against the desk, kicking the door closed. He knocked the cap off, then kissed Krad with a fervor. He felt Krad sigh against his lips, as his tongue gliding along them. Feeling the boy give, Aya pushed his tongue into the sweet cavern of Krad's mouth. He would never get use to Krad's taste. He always tasted of watermelon.

Does Schu kiss like this? Or is he more brutal, or more gentle? Krad continued to allow Aya to devour his mouth. He didn't fight it when Aya began pushing him towards the bed. He wouldn't agree or disagree to whatever Aya did to him. He would just go with it.

There was a time when a kiss like this from Aya would get Krad's blood searing. But all that went out the window when Aya broke up with him, and Schuldig came into his life. A strangled gasp left his mouth when Aya's hand dove down the sweatpants he was wearing; he was shirtless, as was Aya. His head fell back as Aya stroked him to complete hardness.

Aya watched Krad's face, briefly wondering why the blond was allowing him to do this. Not caring much, he continued pumping Krad, until the organ was dripping. He pulled back, removing his and Krad's pants. He knelt between Krad's spread legs. He cupped Krad's cheek, making the boy open his gold eyes.

'I need you to lube me, Krad. I didn't plan on this,' Aya said, stroking Krad's cheek.

Krad nodded, getting onto his knees. He bent at the waist, taking Aya into his mouth. He didn't raise his eyes; he didn't want to know it was Aya he was giving oral pleasure to. His mind kept saying "Schuldig", and frankly, he didn't care if the telepath knew. He looked up when Aya pulled away, then laid down. He bit his lower lip when Aya started pushing in.

Krad gripped the covers, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes, his lip beginning to bleed. Still, he didn't protest about the pain. He would allow Aya to have his way. He sighed when Aya was fully seated in him. He opened his eyes, letting the tears run down his cheeks, knowing Aya wouldn't be able to see them. He continued biting his lip as Aya rocked in and out of him, slowly. He could feel his own blood lubricating his entrance.

You can endure this, Krad! Just think of Schu. With that thought, and Aya hitting his prostate, Krad moaned softly. He opened his eyes when Aya pulled him up to his knees. Krad wrapped his arms around Aya's shoulders, raising and lowering himself on the redhead's erection. He buried his face into Aya's throat, letting the smooth skin block out his moan.

Krad rode Aya faster, arching his back. He could feel Aya's hot hands on his hips, holding him in place. He didn't care if he woke the three sleeping people with his moans. It was heaven. He tried to block out Aya's grunts and groans. Aya stopped soon enough, though, as he came. Krad looked at Aya's face when the redhead pulled out of him, got his pants and left the room.

Krad knelt on his bed, staring at his door. He could vaguely feel Aya's essence and his own blood running down his thigh onto his covers. What he could feel most, were the tears running freely from his eyes. He fell to the side, curling up in a ball. Everything just hurt. None more than his heart, and pride. He would have gladly cried himself to sleep, if someone didn't chose that moment to arrive.

'Go away, Schu,' he mumbled, with his back still facing the German.

Schuldig snorted. 'You were waiting all night to talk to me, now you tell me to piss off?' Schuldig got on the bed, behind Krad, pulling the blond against him.

Feeling Schuldig's caring arms around him, Krad broke down completely. He rolled over, burying his face into Schuldig's chest, were he let everything out. He expressed his emotions with words and actions. Pounding on the German's chest, before crying into it. Then he laughed, and went back to crying. Schuldig just laid there, accepting it all, stroking Krad's hair soothingly.

Three quarters of an hour later, Krad finally passed out from his emotional turmoil. Schuldig kicked his boots off, and, with great difficulty, got them both under the covers. He kissed Krad's forehead.

'It's only the beginning of the road of life, Krad...and you're at the beginning with me,' he whispered, holding the blond more tightly.