Black Kitten: Hi, minna-san! I just found out that I'm at chapter 7 and the time length of my story hasn't even embraced 24 hours. Folks, I'm amazed. I think this is one of those endless stories which describe 2 days in over 100 pages. #sweat drop#
Schu: #yawns loudly and inspects his fingernails#
Black Kitten: Oookay. Here is something to wake you up. This chapter includes the promised lemon.
Schu: OO
Black Kitten: Yes, it's true. At first, I thought about making a funny lemon but in the end I decided against it. Why? It's quite simple. I had this sudden urge to make something serious. And furthermore, the story is already silly enough and more of it would make it kitschy.
Schu: #snorts# I'm really sorry to tell you this, but--
Black Kitten: Then don't do it. So, I want to apologise to everyone who is now disappointed. And if you, my dear readers, don't like my choice of serious lemon, or don't like lemons at all, please skip the part marked with /XXX/ and continue with the creatures of the night... or so.
Schu: #amazed# There're people out there who don't like lemons?
Black Kitten: Of course! Not everyone is such a hentai like me... I mean like you.
Schu: Of course. #smirks knowingly#
Black Kitten: Erm. About the spice of the lemon, I tried to make it R-conform. It was really hard, and I hope it's decent enough to pass ffnet's censorship.
Schu: #shakes dramatically Black Kitten's hand# It was really nice to meet you! Bye bye!
Black Kitten: #growls and hits Schu over the head# Baka. So, have fun, minna-san! Oh, before I forget. Yami Kaosu, I'm amazed that you figured it out!
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Disclaimer: To whom it may concern Weiß Kreuz doesn't belong to me. It's the property of Kyoko Tsuchiya and Project Weiss (if my sources are correct). And I don't make money out of writing this story.
Warnings for this chapter: We've reached the #cough# R-rated #cough# part of the story. It's citrus time!
"blah blah"... thoughts... /telepathy/
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Black Kitten's Dream
This is SO not happening!
Part 7
Cursing the entire time on his crawling way out of the tunnel, Schuldig glared daggers at Aya's backside in front of him. As if it wasn't enough that he has got a damaged back, now he even has a swelling bump on his head for good measure. And all of it thanks to Aya's entirely incomprehensible and utterly brutal reactions.
Finally reaching the outside, he decided that he had had enough of this abuse and simply sat down in protest with folded arms over his chest. Narrowing his eyes in irritation, Schuldig tried to shoot laser rays into the back of the younger man's head to catch his attention.
And what did Aya? Aya had the nerve to ignore him completely. He didn't even look once at him while busily scanning the forest for enemies. As if they had no other problems; he was hurt! Annoyed by Aya's lack of concern about him, Schuldig changed his fruitless tactic and started with a low whimper to show how much he was suffering. He got louder and louder until he had Aya's full attention.
"Hush, Schuldig! I can't concentrate when you are so loud!" And Aya continued to looked everywhere but him.
Schuldig couldn't deny that he was a little shocked about the heartless response. Completely taken aback, he watched as Aya nodded once, 'hn-ed', and expanded his search deeper into the forest until Schuldig lost sight of him. He stared a few minutes at the spot where the young Weiss leader had vanished until the unbelievable couldn't be denied anymore. Cheerily chirping birds were the only noises which greeted him, and they confirmed that he was in fact alone.
Forsaken.
Abandoned.
Dumped.
Aya wasn't coming back.
Unfolding his arms, Schuldig looked frowning down and began to pick on blades of grass. He knew that he hadn't been very rational in his hope for a little comfort from Aya, and he hadn't really expected much. Enemies don't hug each other when they are hurt. And his so-called injuries weren't that bad, either. They had hurt for the moment he had received them, but for an assassin like himself it was nothing. More like a gnat bite, if anything.
So it wasn't the physical part that nagged at him and produced this silly little sting in his heart. What really hurt was seeing Aya acting so coldly after all they went through together. Really, at least, Aya could have said good-bye to him.
Schuldig sighed deeply. Maybe he should just curl up a little and pity himself before he started his escape through the forest on his own. And he would forget about it. There was nothing to mourn when there wasn't anything else apart from his silly fantasies.
But damn it hurt.
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Aya slipped through the forest soundlessly, cautiously checking his surroundings for any signs of the enemy's presence. It seemed that this part of the woods was clear, nothing to worry about at the moment. Satisfied, he finished the circle and returned to the small clearing by the tunnel, where he paused in amazement at the picture that greeted him. His lips curved up into a smile, and slowly, he walked up to Schuldig, watching the other assassin in fascination. It was a rare look into Mastermind's personality; a rare and utterly surprising one.
Schuldig sat there apparently unaware of his approaching and was absently plucking blades of grass. He looked tired from the trip through the tunnel. His long orange mane was a little unruly and parts of spider webs were hanging down from it.
And, Kami-sama, didn't he look cute with his cat-ears sticking out of it? Like a poor, abandoned kitten.
Frowning at the strange comparison, Aya's smile vanished quickly as he was finally standing at the German's side. He realized that Schuldig didn't look tired. In fact, Mastermind had a heartbreakingly sad look on his face and was softly sighing from time to time.
"Schu?"
Schuldig, seemingly startled by his voice, raised his head and round eyes met his. "Aya?"
Puzzled, Aya observed the astonished look on his face. The young German looked as if he couldn't believe that he was standing in front of him. Had Schuldig thought he would just leave him there? All by himself? Alone? After all they went through? Together?
"Baka," Aya chided him softly, and a strange warm feeling spread through his heart. The great and invincible Mastermind had been sad because of him. Kawaii!
Suddenly, Schuldig couldn't look into his eyes anymore, and with a slight blush on his cheeks he quickly changed his facial features into a nonchalant one. Clearing his throat and gazing off into the woods, he waved his hand as if he was fighting off annoying imaginary flies. "You see... My back... And head... That's all."
Utterly amused about Mastermind's attempt to overplay the fact that he had caught him off guard, Aya decided to help the poor, little, lost, and now stuttering kitten and to give him back his dignity.
"Ah, of course it still must hurt. Please, take off your jacket so I can tend the wound."
He crouched down behind the suddenly very stiff Schwarz member, ready to play along with the German's version. He would do his duty and would inspect the injury. Not that he really believed that Schuldig was badly injured, but there was a chance that the damage was bigger than expected. Schuldig certainly had been very vocal about it in the tunnel.
But Schuldig's response to his kind offer was the total opposite; instead of lifting the jacket he tried to stand up. And he would have succeeded if Aya's strong hands hadn't been there, firmly planted on his shoulders, pressing him mercilessly back into his sitting position.
Frowning at the other man's silly reaction, Aya resolutely took the initiative and made short process of the suddenly frantically squirming man. He was a little irritated by Mastermind's strange, childish behaviour, and so he ordered him in a firm voice to just hold still and pulled the jacket over the wriggling German's head without further ado.
Both of them stopped their movements at the same moment.
Blinking, Aya stared at the wound, and then pressed his hand quickly over his mouth to cover any traitorous noises which could be identified as laughter. The injury looked painful, but it was far from the hole Schuldig had moaned about so heartbreakingly the tunnel. The wound was nothing more than a large bruise with a few scratches on it. For an assassin it should be nothing. Well, now Aya knew why Schuldig had so desperately tried to hinder him in his examination. To make a fuss about a bruise was ridiculous, and all the whining and whimpering looked now very silly.
All in all, Aya's good-natured attempt to play along had backfired terribly, and now Schuldig was again confronted with a very embarrassing situation. And if his interpretation of the rigid form in front of him was correct, the young German was already waiting for a merciless teasing from him. Without doubt, this was the chance for Aya to laugh his ass off and to wound Mastermind's ego into the next century. It would be the perfect revenge after all the teasing he had received at the hands of the Schwarz member.
But he couldn't. Not after seeing Schuldig so sadly tucking on grass.
Staring at the bruise, Aya realized that he had gotten them into a very tricky situation. Thanks to him, Schuldig's assassin-pride was in acute danger. Not that there were any witnesses around, it was simply a question of honour from one assassin to another. Very complex, such assassin-relationships.
Lightly tracing the bruise with the tip of his forefinger, Aya offered Schuldig an option to get out of this mess without losing his reputation.
"That bru--… painful wound must really hurt." Argh, bad move! Aya cursed himself stupid when Schuldig grew even stiffer. He tugged the shirt back into its former state and tried it again, but this time with a little bit more tactfulness. Gently plucking spider webs out of the orange hair, Aya continued in a soft voice.
"My, my, aren't we a mess?"
Bingo! Schuldig relaxed immediately and Aya could hear him breathing out the air he had been holding. The tension vanished at once.
Schuldig stood up and stretched causally. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I've had worse that that, you know?" And he walked into the forest as if nothing had happened only a minute ago. After a few steps, Schuldig paused to throw a bored look over his shoulder.
"What are you waiting for? Come on."
The play was over. It was a complete success.
Grinning from ear to ear, Aya followed him into the woods. He walked up to Schuldig and they continued their escape route silently side by side. Glancing at the Schwarz member from the corner of his eye, he tried to sum up what he had learnt about his enemy over the last hours.
Behind the cold, smirking facade was a rich facet of laughter and playfulness, and sometimes pouts and sulks. And sadness. And not to forget his obvious love for teasing. And Schuldig was a hentai, definitely. Maybe not as much as Kurogawa, but still a hentai. Who seemed to like to rub himself on other people... and cuddle... but still, he was just a pervert. Yes, maybe a really perverted pervert. Who knows?
"Mine is bigger than yours."
Nani? Aya jerked to a halt and stared bewildered at Schuldig who smirked back at him without stopping in his walk. Oh, he knew it! Hentai! But what in the world had Schuldig ridden to make penis comparisons all of a sudden? Aya was about to throw a harsh answer at him, his manhood pride was deeply insulted after all, when his eyes fell on the German's provocatively swinging backside.
Oh... OH!
Hardly suppressing a grin, Aya took the challenge and followed Schuldig quickly. Walking again side by side, he began to proudly defend his own size.
"Yes, Schuldig, but mine is thicker."
"Yeah, thick but short."
"It isn't the length that counts."
"Do tell."
"... Mine is fluffier than yours!"
"Ha! Who needs a fluffy stump tail when he can have a real long elegant one."
"... ARGH!"
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After Schwarz's more or less dramatic entry, Birman had the doubtful honour to inform Weiss about Kritiker's decision and Schwarz's agreement to make a truce. She ushered the two groups into the living room, escorted by loud protests coming from Yohji and Ken. Schwarz immediately took the big four-seated couch; leaving Weiss crowded with rigid backs and folded arms opposite of them on the much smaller one.
Now, there was a glaring contest between Crawford versus Yohji, and Farfarello versus Ken. They looked like two packs of wolves, staring at each other as if they were trying to force their personally chosen prey down by sheer will. Alpha-male's behaviour on its highest level.
Rolling her eyes in annoyance about this typical male attitude, Birman decided that it would be the best to busy herself with a fresh cup of coffee and vanished into the kitchen; gladly leaving behind the wall of icy silence. It was now up to them to start getting along.
While each of both participating pairs were absorbed with glaring at their personal opponent, the two youngest team members tried to communicate with each other without drawing attention at themselves. Omi wasn't interested in the other Schwarz members. He was occupied with staring at his boyfriend's colourful nose. Wrinkling his brows in confusion about the red dot with black spots on it, he silently mouthed his question to Nagi.
What's this?
Nagi blushed at Omi's critical observation of his well-being. He had so much to tell him about all the cruel humiliations he had to endure. He wished he had Schu's telepathy, but due to the fact that he wasn't gifted with it he was reduced to simple pantomime. Holding eye-contact with Omi, he pressed himself back into the couch to get out of his team members angle, tapped his nose once, and slowly tilted his head in Farfarello's direction who was sitting beside him to show Omi who was to blame for it.
"Something wrong with your nose, Prodigy?"
Omi's and Nagi's eyes widened at once and both boys shrank back into their seats. Nagi further than his boyfriend because of the amount of eyes suddenly directed at him. Omi was the only one who stared dumbfoundedly at Oracle. How did the Schwarz leader manage to see Nagi behind his Berserker-shield while still holding eye contact with Yohji? Creepy.
The four older men released their frowning at Nagi and returned to their precious pastime; the Glaring Contest. Or more precisely, Ken and Yohji were still glaring at their chosen opponent, Schwarz was another story. Crawford returned Yohji's glare with a smug one, while Farfarello oddly seemed to be pissed at Ken.
Ken for his part was scowling back at Berserker, completely unimpressed and fuming about the whole situation thrown at them out of the blue. A truce, what a joke! Maybe we should even work together! Ha! Not in this life! Never! Ken decided that Berserker could throw him murderous looks as long as he wanted, he would not lose his ground to that maniac.
Suddenly, Berserker narrowed his eye and hissed into the silence.
"You knew it."
Nani? Where did this come from? Blinking, Ken looked baffled back at Berserker. Just when he was about to demand an explanation from the madman, Oracle who was still smugly smirking at the angry looking Yohji also spoke up.
"Payback is a bitch."
This sounded as if Oracle has private issues with Yohji! Ken turned surprised to his boyfriend who was answering Oracle's smug look with a thoughtful one. What has happened between the two men? Ken thought, stunned about the unexpected discovery. Yohji has never told me about this!
"How dare you."
Totally confused about another one of Berserker's strange accusations at him, Ken looked again bewildered back to the madman while Oracle continued with an icy voice at Yohji.
"Nobody destroys my living-room."
What? When has Yohji destroyed Oracle's living-room?
"You will pay for that. I swear." Berserker again.
Ken's eyes widened at the threat directed at him; astonished listening to all the ridiculous accusations thrown at him and Yohji. Why isn't Yohji saying something? Ken was about to open his mouth to finally defend themselves when Oracle interrupted him again. What followed was a bombardment of accusations and threats from Berserker and Oracle at Yohji and him, so fast that Ken became dizzy listening to them.
"Nobody can fool an Oracle."
"Oh, just wait and see."
"Hn. You would be the first."
"You can already start to cower in fear."
"Ha. I dare you to do it."
"Bastard."
"I double dare you."
"Cretin."
"I triple dare you."
"Son of a--"
Ken had had enough. Nobody insulted him or his beloved Yohji. So he jumped up and shouted his frustration about the ongoing accusations, threats and insults against him and his boyfriend at the two Schwarz members.
"What the hell is wrong with you two? Cut it out! Leave us alone!"
And he succeeded, somehow, because it was actually silent for a moment. But in exchange for this little victory Ken got more attention than he had been wishing for. He wasn't really surprised about the irritated looks Schwarz were giving him, but why were Yohji and Omi looking at him as if he had done something incredibly stupid?
"Siberian," Oracle interrupted his bewildered thoughts with slightly raised eyebrows. "I take it from your not entirely subtle effort to join in our conversation that you have something to say in this, and I want to add personal matter between Berserker and me?"
"Cute. Little kitten wants to play, too?" Berserker licked his lips in a feral manner while staring at Ken as if he was a very tasty prey.
"Ano... Boku wa..." Meekly sitting down again, Ken blushed furiously. Goddess, this was embarrassing. Maybe he could turn back the time. Or crawl into a hole. Or vanish. Or all three of it. And why had Yohji known that the accusations and threats weren't directed at them? It hadn't been that obvious!
Birman, watching the whole scene from her spot at the kitchen door, shook her head in frustration. She had no idea what had driven Ken to interrupt a clearly private discussion between the two Schwarz members, but it wasn't in her hands anymore. And for that she was thankful. But they were still her boys, and so she decided to help them out by pushing them into the right direction.
"Guys, maybe you should start to introduce yourselves. Or will you call each other by your codenames for the rest of your lives?"
What she received for her effort were two Weiss-snorts, two Schwarz-smirks, and two very childish I-know-something-you-don't-know grins from the teenagers. Narrowing her eyes in annoyance about the disinterest shown at her good-will, Birman turned to the exit. She would leave them alone so that they could bite off each others heads, but not after getting her revenge. And she delivered it with her most cheerful voice directed at the boys from Weiss.
"Oops, I almost forgot. From now on, Schwarz is living here, too. Have fun, children."
Three voices shouted as one.
"WHAT?" "NO!" "I'M TAKING NAGI!"
Four pair of eyes and a single one turned to Omi who instantly went rigid. Oh Kami-sama, please, I didn't just say this out loud! Please, no, no, n--
"Could you please repeat this for me?"
Nooooo!
"Um, I... Look, Yohji... We have only four bedrooms. Therefore, we have to share them. And you can't demand that Nagi should share a room with one of you. Ken and you are both adults, and Nagi is a teenager. I'm horrified about such immorality. Shame on you, Yohji!"
Looking scandalized at Yohji, Omi grinned inwardly and silently congratulated himself. It was brilliant. Nobody can say something against this argument.
"Who said that one of us will be sharing a room with one of Schwarz?"
"And why are you calling Prodigy Nagi?"
"Interesting Question, Siberian."
"Yes, you little spit spitting Lama. Tell us."
Omi sat paralyzed, trying to bring the interrogation like questions into an order when a small voice spoke up.
"But Omi doesn't know my name, really."
The silence was as long as it took four and a half pair of eyes to turn surprised to the owner of said voice.
"What the... Prodigy knows Omi's name?"
"I don't understand... Yohji, calm down!"
"Hn. That was unexpected, even for me the Oracle."
"HA! I can't believe it! That was even stupider than that nonsense from the Lama. What's your name then, genius? Rumpelstiltskin?"
"Stop making fun of Nagi!" Omi shouted and was instantly supported by his lover who was glaring daggers at Berserker.
"Omi is NOT a Lama!"
"Yohji," Ken's hesitant voice drifted through the room. "Why is Berserker calling Omi a Lama?"
"... I have no idea, Ken."
"Lama! Lama!"
"Farfarello, your behaviour's ridiculous."
"You have something to say, Brad?"
"MY KOI IS NOT A LAMA!"
Silence.
"Koi? What the... Omi, what the hell--"
"Please, tell me Prodigy is talking about the fish. Please. Please. Plea--"
"Ken, that's just stupid."
"Oh, pardon me for being so stupid, Yohji. I'm trying to clasp my mind around the fact that Prodigy is calling our innocent Omi his BOYFRIEND!"
"Gods, Ken, do your really think Omi's still a virgin? He's eighteen, for Christ's sake! Who in the world is still a virgin at eighteen?"
"Ano, Aya is older than I and--"
"Omi had already SEX?"
"Ken... Love, sometimes you amaze me."
"So? Do I? Then let me tell you one thing, my dear Yohji, about something sooo amazing that you will have weeks to realize what it means. I'll give you a hint. You can start giving Little Yohji the hand, because from now on you're sleeping ALONE!"
Yohji gaped after his outraged boyfriend as Ken stomped out of the room and banged shut every door on his way through the house. What the hell? What had he done?
"Come on, Nagi-kun. We should leave the grown-ups alone."
Speechless, Yohji looked after the two teenagers who were leaving the room, demonstratively holding each other hands. What the... hell?
"Troubles with your boyfriend, Balinese?"
Yohji turned slowly to Oracle who seemed to be utterly amused about his personal disaster. Next to the smirking Schwarz leader sat Berserker who made a thoughtful face. Regarding him with a pensive look, Schwarz's madman stood up.
"Personally, I really like Hidaka's idea. You know what I mean, ne, Brad? Think of me when you're all alone, lying in the terribly cold bed with only a thin sheet to warm up your body. Oh, and I haven't forgotten your little dare from before. So, don't let the boogieman scare you. Sweet dreams, darling."
Yohji's jaw hung low as he watched how the shockingly sane acting Berserker lazily strolled out of the living-room, leaving behind a gawking Schwarz leader whose face was gradually turning white.
Wha--... Berserker and Oracle?
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Schuldig and Aya had a relaxing, silent walk through the woods, and both enjoyed it immensely after all that had happened in the past hours. Coming to a hill, they decided to take a break and prepare for the upcoming night.
Sitting down on the surprisingly comfortable ground, Aya inspected their hiding-place on the top of the hill. They were surrounded by a few larger rocks, it was a perfect place to overview the woods and to be hidden from the enemy's eyes at the same time.
A cool breeze started up and let little goose bumps appear on his skin. The thin material of his trousers and the sleeveless open jacket didn't really help to hold the natural heat of his body. Gingerly rubbing his arms, Aya glanced over to the other assassin. Wasn't Mastermind cold as well?
Schuldig sat a few metres from him with his upper body leaned backwards supported by his outstretched arms. His head was tilted back, and his eyes were turned up to the slowly darkening sky. The German was occupied at the moment, therefore Aya dared to observe him more openly.
The Schwarz member was looking peacefully, even a little dreamy as he watched the slow but constant change of the evening sky. His fine and handsome features reflected his calmness. To Aya, he looked younger than ever before. The long orange hair was flowing like a cascade of shiny silken strands down his back, and his neck was curved back gracefully. Aya could make out the fine lines of the muscles of Schuldig's slender but surely powerful arms, and the smooth chest rose and fell in a calm manner.
Aya's eyes travelled down to the flat belly where he rushed with slightly pink cheeks over the groin to slow down again by the legs. Graceful and slender like the rest of the body. Schuldig was indeed a handsome person. Rubbing his arms, Aya glanced at the groin. There was one little secret that he hadn't discovered yet. Was Schuldig really a natural orange-red one?
"Aya?"
Aya's eyes shot up. Blushing scarlet at the thought of being caught while peeping on the older man, he fastened his eyes in a shy reaction on the fine drawn lips, pink, almost red. And they looked very velvet and kissable... Horrified, Aya stared at Schuldig's bottom lip. Oh Kami-sama, am I crazy? What if Schuldig is reading my mind?
"Are you cold, Aya?"
Surprised, Aya met the German's friendly look. Could it be that the telepath wasn't scanning his mind? Not entirely convinced, Aya nodded cautiously in reply and watched as Schuldig gracefully stood up, went to him, and settled down again. And then, two arms embraced him from behind to pull him back towards a warm body. Aya stiffened automatically.
"Relax, Aya. It's just sharing body heat, nothing more."
Biting his lips, he thought about the calmly spoken words. Schuldig's arms were wrapped around him in a loose manner, not really threatening. And Schuldig was right. The air was getting colder, and sharing body heat wasn't an irrational thought. But what really eased his mind was the fact that the Schwarz member's groin and attached properties were separated from his own bottom through the bunny tail. No danger for him to get further embarrassed.
Comforted by this reassuring detail, Aya closed his eyes, relaxed, and leaned into the source of warmness. He had to admit that it was a very comfy feeling, resting like this in Schuldig's arms. The German's heartbeat was a slow and steady one and calmed him even further down. And with the silence came the thoughts, and Aya began to muse about the last hours.
He had come to like Mastermind, was enjoying his presence with a surprising easiness by now. And he had to admit that he had done him wrong, accusing him the whole time of being a pervert. The young man had never really tried something immoral.
Aya himself was the one who had those erotic images about cat tails. He had even kissed the German in Kurogawa's room. And all those other awkward situations had been due to circumstances. He had misinterpreted them totally and had simply overreacted. It wouldn't really surprise him if Schuldig thought of him as a nervous breakdown on two legs.
Maybe Yohji had been right and he should finally get laid. He hadn't really had the time with all the missions, and he hadn't even dared to waste one thought on it before he hadn't succeeded in killing Takatori and saving his sister. But now, all of it was lying in the past. Aya-chan was safe, and the monster that had once destroyed their life was dead.
So, how would it be to experience the famous little death with someone else? Could he really give up so much of his control and lay it into another one's hands? It should be someone with experience. Not as much as Yohji, more of the serious kind. A romantic one wouldn't be bad. And he should be gentle. Like Schuldig had said, the first time should be something special.
Speaking of Schuldig, how would it be to make love to him? Would Schuldig be gentle, or would the German just throw him down onto the ground to ravish him until he was screaming himself hoarsely in the inferno of pure... animal... lust...
GAH! Aya shook is head. He was more like a sex-hormone on two legs at the moment. He knew Schuldig wasn't interested in him, so he should just stop daydreaming about it. Sighing at his ridiculous thoughts, Aya nestled deeper into the arms and continued to watch the late afternoon sky.
It was very peaceful.
Until Schuldig shifted and the arms took in a new position. Now, the right hand lay on Aya's belly while the other one was placed on his left thigh.
With slightly quickening heartbeat, Aya glanced from the corner of his eye warily at Schuldig. The German still had this calm day-dreaming expression on his face and there wasn't any trademark smirk. No signs to get alerted about. Inwardly shaking his head about his jumpiness, Aya decided that there was no harm done with the new position. He relaxed again while smiling in annoyance at his paranoia. Snuggling even closer into the body behind him, he returned to watch the sky.
Aya was focusing on one particularly beautiful cloud when slender fingers started to move and began to lightly stroke his belly. He could feel the forefinger slowly drawing invisible lines on his skin, and the tip of the finger was gradually but constantly getting closer and closer to his bellybutton.
Widening his eyes in realization of what was happening, Aya's heartbeat sped up again and a light shiver ran through his body. The finger changed its direction to circle his bellybutton until it was tracing the outline of it. Closing his eyes, Aya tried to control his body reaction to the teasing touch. He knew that Schuldig wasn't really aware of his doing, and to react harshly to it would be an act of a hysteric man.
However, Aya had a real problem. He wasn't in denial, not anymore. He had to admit that Schuldig was handsome, and the thought of sleeping with him wasn't so absurd anymore. So he wasn't really rejecting the touch. It was an arousing one, which was teasing a certain body part of his slowly into awakening and the warm feeling already spread through his groin.
Aya was in a terrible situation. His hormones were getting wild while Schuldig was sitting behind him, completely unaware of what was happening. And the thin trouser couldn't cover up the slow raising of his erection. Schuldig would see it by any minute!
Suddenly, the hand finally came to a rest right under his bellybutton. Aya sighed silently in gratitude.
Until the palm began to rub.
Aya's heart started to hammer in his chest and panic rose in him. He didn't know what he should do. The only thing he was aware of at the moment was that he was getting harder and harder and...
Schuldig leaned forward. His warm breath washed over the outside of his ear and Aya's toes curled up in reflex to the teasing of this erogenous zone of his. He could feel Schuldig tightening his arms further, and at the same time, the young German started to whisper melodiously into his ear.
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees."
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/XXX/
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Schuldig was laughing softly when Aya pushed him down to straddle him. "You read my mind! The whole time!"
Sparkling green eyes greeted him from below. "I'm sorry, Aya... No. I'm certainly not sorry."
"Oh, you..." Aya threw up his arms in resignation and sat back on Schuldig's lap. And immediately froze up. He could feel something under his bottom. Something hard. And long. And very hot.
Schuldig smiled up at him, placed his hands on Aya's face, and pulled him down. His voice was as soft as the look in his eyes.
"Come here, Aya."
When their lips met, both men shut their eyes. It was a tender exploring of the other one's lips, nothing harsh or wild about it. Fingers laced through Aya's hair, stroke over it, pressed him gently into the kiss. A tongue tracing over his bottom lip let him shiver in anticipation. Opening his mouth to the teasing, he met Schuldig half on the way with his own one. He encircled it, battled with it a little before pushing his way into the other man's mouth.
Deepening the kiss, Aya explored the hot and wet cavity. Schuldig's soft sighs filled him. Hands brushed over his shoulders down to the small of his back, stopped and rested there, almost as if they were unsure about their rights to go further down.
Aya's arousal hardened at this small gesture. Schuldig was approaching him as if he was a scared animal that would bolt with any wrong move. The young German was visibly holding back his own desire, suppressing the dominant part of his by acting quite passively toward the young man above him. Mastermind, the embodiment of power and control was giving the lead into Aya's hands to receive his entire trust.
Shivering at this symbolic act of submission, Aya parted from Schuldig's mouth and stared down at him with lust filled eyes.
"Do you realize that you have woken up the beast, Schuldig?"
"The beast, huh?" Gasping slightly from the kiss, Schuldig cupped Aya's face gently with one hand. Following the cheekbone with his thumb, he trailed down to the shiny moisten lips.
"Aya, I know it's your first time. I won't deny that it's going to be a little painful, but please, trust me. I will make it perfect for you. I swear."
Aya's eyes got a strange glimmer. Licking his lips in anticipation, he tilted his head into Schuldig's tender touch. "I know you won't hurt me."
The removing of their clothes was as arousing as the kiss. They explored each other leisurely, touching and stroking while lips left wet lines on hot skin. Other positions took over until Aya was lying on his back. Schuldig kissed his way down the chest, licked over sensitive nipples and played them with his lips and teeth teasingly into erection, driving moans from Aya's throat.
Hands were caressing his long orange hair as he travelled further down to the groin, to the source of heat that was awaiting him. Taking it in, he was feeling and tasting the texture and flavour of Aya's arousal with his tongue and mouth, savouring every bitter-sweet drop of his essence.
Aya moaned loudly and bit hard on his lower lip at the sensation of the hot and wet mouth on him. It was fantastic. Every nerve of his body seemed to be stimulated by this. His nipples were hard and sensitive to Schuldig's touch, and he could feel the tightening of the muscles in his inner thighs. Pure lust spread through his body and focused with growing intensity on his groin, and it left him shivering helplessly through the little waves.
Whimpering, Aya fisted the long hair and drove himself deeper into the hot cavity. And Schuldig opened himself. He took him further in and intensified the pressure even more with his throat, letting him feel for the first time the overwhelming bliss of being pleasured by another man.
Aya shuddered violently at the feeling of the tight and hot throat surrounding him. Never in his life had he felt something so incredible. The throat muscles held him in a strong grip, and every time Schuldig swallowed they contracted around his hard flesh. They were manipulating him mercilessly, and Aya knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
Gasping, he broke the intense contact and pulled himself out. He drew Schuldig up and kissed him eagerly, tasting himself in the other man's mouth. Letting go of the swollen lips, he stared fervently into green eyes, silently asking the other man for his cooperation. And he got it in form of a small nod.
Excited, Aya turned their position and pushed Schuldig down on his back. Returning the favour he had been receiving, he concentrated on the groin and began to lick the swollen flesh in a slow and sensual manner, catching little drops of the bitter nectar with his tongue before wrapping his lips firmly around the shaft.
Closing his eyes, Aya gave all his attention to the proudly erected member. Massaging it, kneading it with his lips and tongue, he drew low moans from Schuldig that got louder and louder, confirming the success of his doing.
Aya stopped to wet his middle-finger with his salvia, hardly aware of Schuldig's protest whimper at the sudden loss of heat and dampness. Letting his hand drop between smooth thighs, he felt his way to the hidden entry. Carefully entering the tight ring, he watched green eyes widening in surprise and shivered excited at the shocked intake of breath. Satisfied about the reaction, Aya licked his lips and leaned down again to take Schuldig's evidence of lust into his mouth once more.
He knew he had found the prostate in the depths of Schuldig's tight channel when the young German cried out, desperately trying to find words of protest between pants and deep moans.
"Gods... Aya... No... "
Aya ignored his pleading and focused passionately on the two sensitive parts. Entering another finger, he massaged the bundle of nerves while devouring the pulsing hard flesh with his mouth. The moment he felt Schuldig reaching his climax, he withdrew from the glistering shaft but continued his assault on the spot deep within the older man.
Schuldig was helpless to the ongoing stimulation. His eyes flew open when the muscles in his groin contracted almost painfully. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the approaching orgasm, he threw back his head with a harsh cry and arched his back. Clawing his fingers into the ground he screamed, exploded helplessly and let the powerful climax take over his mind and body.
Fascinated, Aya watched Schuldig's intense orgasm, took in the uncontrolled shudder of the body, and listened to the harsh shout when the German released himself.
Schuldig's eyes fluttered close when Aya withdraw the fingers from his body, leaving him heavily panting on the ground. His body seemed to vibrate and his mind was in a tumult. Dazed, he tried to understand what had happened, how Aya could have succeeded so perfectly and easily in taking his breath away. He felt light-headed, and his skin was hot and flushed. Fingers were stroking over his damp forehead, a sign that Aya gave him time to ride off the strong waves of pleasure.
Aya shifted and turned Schuldig to the side until he was holding the heavily breathing man in a comforting embrace from behind. Sending kisses on slightly parted lips, he coated his fingers with the evidence of their passion and gathered the precious warm liquid on Schuldig's belly with his palm. Covering his own still pulsing manhood with it, he soothingly kissed Schuldig's shoulder and neck up to the ear. Freeing it from silken orange hair, Aya hoarsely whispered
"I love you."
before he entered him in one smooth thrust.
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/XXX/
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In the meantime, the creatures of the night prepared themselves for their nightly activities.
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"... The beast, huh?"
Schuldig's exhausted voice drifted through the night. Absent-mindedly playing with strands of Aya's fine hair, he watched the appearance of the first stars on the sky.
Aya lifted his head from his place on the German's chest and smiled amused down at him. "I did warn you, didn't I?"
Yes, Aya had warned him. But never in his life would he have imaged that shy virgin-Aya would simply change the roles and take over the seme part. Never. Not the young man who was currently resting so peacefully in his arms. Sighing in defeat, Schuldig admitted what he couldn't deny.
"Yes, you did. But I--"
"And you told me you won't hurt me."
"... Yes, but I thought that--"
"And that it would be wonderful for me. You were right, Schu. It didn't hurt and it was wonderful."
Silence.
Aya brushed fondly a few strands out of Schuldig's tired looking face. When their lips met in a warm kiss, Schuldig winced a little in pain.
"Does it still hurt, Schu? Then I will kiss it and make it better." Leaning down to Schuldig's shoulder, Aya kissed the visible proof of their passion; his bite mark.
Schuldig closed his eyes when Aya's lips touched the stinging mark. His passionate lover had bit him hard while exploding deep inside him. It had hurt like hell, but gods, at the same time it had been so erotic that his second climax had been as intense as the first one.
A shiver ran through him as he thought of the consequences of this almost feral act. Marked by Abyssinian. Owned by Abyssinian? There was something Aya had said during their... lovemaking. Schuldig felt a bit insecure to ask about it, so he bit his lips to calm his nerves and voiced it cautiously.
"Aya, I have this funny feeling in my stomach. I think I love you."
A strong wave of affection toward his new found lover washed over Aya. Schuldig had spoken out loud what he had so deeply wished for, that the young German would share and return his feelings. Sighing happily, Aya answered him in all honesty.
"Ai shiteru, Schu."
After declaring their love so tenderly to each other, they snuggled up again into a warm embrace. Remembering Schuldig's words in the tunnel, Aya tried to express his happiness and gratefulness in the German's own native language. And when he spoke those words, he did it from the bottom of his heart.
"Blöder Hammel."
An accidentally past flying night owl was the only witness of Schuldig's comically widened eyes.
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tbc
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Translations:
Koi (jap.) Boy- or girlfriend, but the word also stands for a special fish / a Japanese fancy carp
Boku wa (jap.) Ich
Ai shiteru (jap.) I love you.
Blöder Hammel (germ.) Stupid mutton (German swearing) Don't get the joke? Reread chapter 6.
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Black Kitten: #sings# Love is in the air, everywhere I look around!
Weiss & Schwarz minus Aya and Schu: #death glare at authoress#
Black Kitten: #gulps#... Guys? It wasn't that bad.
Yohji: #glares some more and counts down# You made fun of Ken, Omi, Nagi, Brad, and... You destroyed my love life!
Black Kitten: Ano... But Schu and Aya got their own in exchange! Ne, Schu?
Schu: #shell-shocked# Aya... did... me... Aya... did... ME!
Aya: #high-five's himself# YAAAAAY!
Black Kitten: Erm... #fumbles with paper#... Hiei4449. #whispers# Saaave meee! #louder# Thanks for your review! And you're so right. Poor Omi, poor, pooooor abused little Omichi #glances at Omi#
Omi: #busy with Nagi#
Black Kitten: #breaths a sigh of relief# Thank goodness, they're occupied... RuByMoOn17. #nods# Oh, yes. We all love them dearly. Even if they don't believe us.
Yohji: #glare#
Black Kitten: Angel Hoshi. I'll give you an advice, Angel. After you've stopped playing with the bishounen in your story... run for your life!
Ken: #annoyed# Don't be such a drama queen. We haven't even started yet to get our revenge on you.
Black Kitten: Oh. Erm... Yami Kaosu! It really took me by surprise that one of my readers had actually figured out the seme/uke symbolism in my story! Congratulations! If I were a fairy, I would reward you with three free fishes... no… wishes... or was it dishes? #totally confused#
Ken: Oh gods, now she's getting really crazy. Mutters something about symbolisms in her story.
Brad: Is she talking to the reader who desperately wants to pair me up and take away my precious virginity?
Farfie: #smirks# But darling, I've already popped your cherry!
Brad: OO ... WHAT?
Farfie: #winks at Yami Kaosu# See, I'm already plotting, my dear.
Black Kitten: Hush, all of you! Don't give away my story line! Next review. Koji-chan. #blushes and squirms# Oh my, did you like it? I hope the lemon part wasn't too serious for you. Gomen ne if you are disappointed because you have been waiting for a funny one. And please, I beg you, don't tell Aya what Blöder Hammel means in English... or Japanese. He will not only take his revenge on Schu, but on me, too!
Yohji: #sarcastic# Oh, now we are getting cold feet? Aya! There's something you should knooooow!
Aya: #ignores everything and everybody and makes an insane happy dance around the still shell-shocked Schu#
Black Kitten: Ha! Aya's too lucky to listen to you! #sticks tongue at Yohji#... gamegirl28. YES! #shouts at Weiss and Schwarz# I'M YOUR GODDESS YOU UNGRATEFUL MINIONS AND YOU SHOULD WORSHIP ME!
Weiss & Schwarz: #gawking at Black Kitten and then break down in hysterical laughter#
Black Kitten: Mou. It didn't work. Why?... Oh. I see. I forgot the FRYING PAN!
Weiss and Schwarz: # stop their hysterical laughter immediately and continue with whatever they have done before… glaring, fuming, brooding, making-out, being shell-shocked, and something that looks like... dancing#
Black Kitten: #cheers# Ha! Fear me!... Pandora.81. #falls to her knees and begs shamelessly# Please, don't tell Aya about the Blöder Hammel! Pleeeeaaaase! I beg you!... The muses can really sign up for a new authoress? Don't tell me there's even something like a muse union? #glances at Schu#. Maybe I should have given him the seme part. Or some lube. Schu? Honey? Does it still hurt?
Schu: … did... me… Aya… did… me…
Black Kitten: Oh my. Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar. #thinks hard about Foxxstar's idea# Hm, yes, it could work. Hitting Aya could solve my problem with one stroke... literally. #snickers#. And then I'm hugging Schu and everything's groovy again.
Aya: #stops dancing out of the blue# I forgot to ask. What does Blöder Hammel mean?
Black Kitten: OO... #turns her back at Aya and whispers her review reply to A Glass of Water. Thank you for your review! You see, in my dictionary, mutton stands for the meat of this animal, so I took wether (the zoo. name) instead of mutton. But I'm willing to learn so I put mutton to the translation sector...
Farfarello: #points smirking at Black Kitten# Oi, everybody! She is talking to a glass of water!
Schwarz & Weiss: #throwing meaningful looks at each other and mutter# I knew it!.. I can't believe it!... Nobody who writes such a story can be sane!. We should lock our rooms at night!... Someone should call the mental home!... Aya... did… me…
Black Kitten: Gods, you're all so childish… #snickers#... Glass of Water... #cough#. KyraEnsui. #grin#. Did Aya a good job in torturing Schu a little more? Schu certainly was a little shocked about his uke status. In the middle of the woods. Without any lube. BWAHAHAHA!
Schu: #whimpers miserably#
Aya: #sighs blissfully in memory#
Black Kitten: See, everybody is happy.
Schu: #wails pitifully#
Black Kitten: ... Or so. Skeren Dreamera. Thanks for reviewing! But they weren't in the bedroom when Schwarz appeared. Argh. I should have thought of something like that. And I would never hunt someone down! I only stuck them into my lo-tort-chamber #cackles#. But I must admit that I'm a total Weiss Kreuz fan at the moment and due to the fact that I've little time for reading all those stories about them, I don't change to another fandom, sorry. But I really hope that you get many, many reviews, because now I know how hard it is to write a story.
Ken: #mutters# And how hard it is to read such stupid stories like yours.
Black Kitten: #teary eyes# That was mean. #shrugs# annakas. Hi! Did you get enough with this part? Aya beeped Schu! Our tense and jumpy Aya took over the lead, and Schu completely lost his precious control. Crazy little world we are living in. #giggles#
Aya: #dreamy eyes and sighs from time to time#
Black Kitten: sapphire-wolf. OH GODS! I totally forgot to update on MMorg. Argh, I'm horrible. Thanks for mentioning it. And thanks for liking the story! I'd never have thought that there are so many Aya/Schu lovers out there. Hope you enjoyed this part, too. I gave it my entire attention and energy and spirit. #cough#
Ken: #angry# Don't forget the part where you made fun of me.
Black Kitten: Hmm, funny, can't remember. Zanzahra. Danke! Honestly, I tried my best to hold up the humour on the same level as in the previous chapters. But it was a little harder to do so, especially after the more or less serious lemon part. I'm babbling. Sorry. yaoi-angel. #grins# Was there enough yaoi for a little angel? Hope you had as much fun reading it as I had while writing it.
Aya: I loved it!
Black Kitten: I know you did, cutie. Trust me, we ALL know it by now.
Aya: What do you mean?
Schu: Aya, didn't you notice? The readers were peeping on us the whole time.
Aya: OO
Black Kitten: #gulps# Erm. I will now run for my life. Until the next chapter, minna-san. AAAAHHHH!
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