Black Kitten: Minna-san, it's been a while since the last update. Now I'm back again and the new chapter is longer than ever before (18 pages in winword. I thought I'll never be able to finish it. #sigh#).
Schu: You shouldn't have--!
Black Kitten: AND I want to thank you all for not pointing out the many, many spelling- and grammar mistakes of the last chapter. That means a lot for me. ARIGATOU! And… please ignore them in that chapter too. Thank you. And now enjoy, minna-san!
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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: NO BETA. German's my first language and this won't change as long as I live. Well, there's some cursing and as promised, something that's named after a citrus fruit.
"blah blah" … thoughts… /telepathy/
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Black Kitten's Dream
This is SO not happening!
Part 14
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Ran stood perfectly still.
The warm breath blew gently over his right ear. Arms held him in a tight but tender embrace, hands caressed his belly and lips trailed the side of his neck to place butterfly kisses on their way.
And then those sensually whispered words aspirated directly into his sensitive ear.
Make-up sex.
The meaning of those few words let him melt in Schuldig's arms. Oh, it was tempting to forget everything for the moment and to give in into the caress, but not now Not... here.
His eyes closed on their own as the tongue licked over the outside of his ear, traced it down until teeth were nibbling on the earlobe only to make the way up again to catch the top of it, pulling on it, bringing shivers down his spine and a sigh escaped his lips. Not fair. Not... fair.
"No. We can't." He turned, almost squirmed out of the embrace, and put his hands on his lover's shoulders to bring some space between them. "We cannot have sex in the kitchen, Schu."
Oh gods.
Schuldig's eyes were shimmering back at him in arousal. His breath faster than normal, the mouth half open.
Ran's belly tightened at the desire directed towards him. Warmness spread through the lower region of his belly in anticipation when Schuldig slowly shifted forward to press those lips on the side of his neck. The long hair brushed softly over his chest as the young German started to lick the skin beneath his lips, grazed it with his teeth, the sharpness of them barley evident by the tenderness, and started to suck on it gently but with increasing pressure.
Moaning, Ran tilted his head back in instinctive submission. Schuldig was leaving a mark on him, a sign that he was his alone. More tender than his own love-bite he had left on the other man's shoulder the night before, still visible, probably still aching after he had made it in a sudden rush of need to demonstrate more dominance to the man beneath him.
But this was the opposite. Gentle and warm, not harsh and painful. Schuldig was claiming him filled with love, tender and caringly, while pressing their bodies tightly together. Warm hands were running up his rips, over his chest, down to the hips. Stroking, exploring. Demanding. And all the time the evidences of their lust lay hard and hot, trapped between them.
Just for now, he thought as he spread his legs to complete the body contact. Just for now let it be and surrender to pure, honest feelings. Yes, let Schuldig discover all those hidden spots, on him and in him. Submit, be uke for the first time ever. It would be an act made of love. It would be sweet desire. It would be perfect.
"Don't mind me."
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The voice cut through his lust filled mind like steel through melted butter. It was worse than a bucket of ice water. But even worse was the effect it brought with it.
The second Schuldig felt his lover grow stiff he knew that the perfect chance of finally seducing Ran was running the risk of being completely destroyed. His instincts screamed in panic and he reacted to the danger with a vicious snarl muffled by his lover's neck.
"Fuck off, Farfie."
Silence.
"I'm serious. Fuck. Off."
More silence. And then...
"Nah."
Schuldig gritted his teeth. Gods, please, not now. He was so hot, no, more than hot. The sun was an ice planet compared to the pulsing heat so tightly pressed against Ran. And Ran's own member... Schuldig's eyes snapped wide open in disbelief and shock. No, that can't be... It was... withering...
"No! Don't, Ran! Just ignore him and he will go away."
Schuldig knew it was close to begging the moment it came out of his mouth, but he was somewhat desperate. He would die if he had to ignore it for a second time in only a few hours. He was a human being. He wasn't some toy one could switch on and off. He was a man, for Christ's sake. He was a man in need.
The face he met when he raised his head to plead with his eyes in addition to his almost frantic words was an utterly disbelieving one.
"Are you suggesting we should have sex while Berserker is watching?"
Did he? Oh gods, he did.
"And I really hope you are not about to call me prude since I'm refusing such a hideous idea."
Was he really going to do that? Oh gods, Ran was right.
"But, baby--"
"And don't call me such ridiculous names, Schuldig. I'm an adult not some teenager."
Schuldig? Not Schu? This was getting much too serious.
"Liebling, I--"
"And no foreign words. Who knows what you're calling me."
Great, now the mood was dead. Literally. And whose fault was it? Growling, Schuldig turned with murder in his eyes to the culprit.
"I swear you will pay for that, Farfarello. Couldn't you wait five fucking minutes before you--"
"Five minutes?"
Oops.
"... HOURS before you--"
"My deflowering isn't worth more than five minutes?"
Schuldig winced at the sharp voice and turned from the grinning Irishman back to his fuming lover.
"Of course not, honey, Ran. I simply misspoke."
"I don't believe it. You wanted a goddamn QUICKIE!"
Okay, new situation. The mood wasn't dead per se; it actually tried desperately to shrink and hide in his belly at the furious words and glares directed at him.
"Ran, I... No. That's enough."
Suddenly, Schuldig was angry. It irked him that he was the only one who got the blame. That he was the only target of Ran's wrath while the real source of the debacle stood safe and sound behind him, grinning in delight at the situation he had created. No, Schuldig decided, he would not take the whole blame for that. He would be honest, and if the young Japanese really was as mature as he had pointed out so clearly before he would understand and accept.
"Stop glaring at me like that, Ran. It isn't my fault that we got interrupted. It's still Farfie's, so if you want to glare at someone glare at him. There's only one thing I'm to blame for and that's my lust for you. But I can't help it, I love you, and I was horny as hell and all I wanted was to fuck you senseless into the next century. And even if it only takes a few minutes, so be it. Better a few minutes of passion as not being able to touch you at all. It isn't my fault that you're so goddamn sexy, that all I want is to be the one who brings you pleasure, to ravish you, to show you what it means to lose control and to--"
"Shower."
"What?"
"Now."
"Oh."
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Cute.
Farfarello watched smiling when Abyssinian took Schuldig by the hand and pulled him out of the kitchen. Shaking his head in amusement at the previous scene between the two lovers, he walked leisurely after them back to the living-room.
Simply cute.
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Wow, Ran's reaction to his honest speech was definitely not what he had expected, and he would be lying if he would deny that his lover's sudden mood turn stunned him to the core. He had expected more angry words and to be called a pervert. At least some defensive gestures like folded arms or further glares, but certainly not to be taken by the hand and to be dragged off for what he could only hope for was sex.
Maybe he should try it with more honesty the next time they had an argument if he got such a reaction out of Ran every time they had a disagreement.
"Stop right there!"
No, he would not stop. For nothing and for no one.
"I'm deadly serious. Stop. Right. There."
Well, maybe he should make an exception for a very angry and very deadly leader of a certain not-so-unknown and rather feared assassin group. Knowing that there weren't much choices, Schuldig stopped and with him Ran.
"Okay, Brad, shoot. But make it fast, I'm in a hurry here."
He didn't like the look Crawford was throwing at him, not at all. It was one of those Brad normally reserved for his enemies, and the voice was definitely not friendly.
"Tell them now, Schuldig."
"Oh no. Not that again." Annoyed, Schuldig held up his hands as a clear signal for the older man to stop that nonsense. "I've really no patience nor time for riddles, Brad. Just do me the favour and spill what I should tell them so that Ran and I can go on with more important things like se--... showering."
The reply came instantly with barely suppressed anger.
"I'm fed up with repeating myself and with the disrespect toward my person. It was a simple order and you will carry it out, or by god I swear I will make your life a living hell."
"God damn it! At least tell me about that fucking phantom order because I've no fucking idea what you're babbling about!"
Almost everyone winced at his shout and even Ran stepped back from him to avoid getting hit by the flying arms he had thrown up in frustration. Ignoring the others, Schuldig continued heatedly.
"You know what, Brad? The mission was a complete disaster. A fucking bear attacked me! I'm tired, exhausted, and sore in places you wouldn't believe… No! I almost forgot Mister Almighty Oracle knows where! Tell me, did you have fun watching us in your vision, you pervert?"
"You already fucked? Ha! After all those times you were criticizing my one-night stands! I can't believe it! Really, Ran, that's so double moral--"
"Shut up, Balinese. And your sarcasm is wrong placed, Mastermind. I advise you to stop such unprofessional behaviours right now."
That shut Schuldig up. To be called by his codename showed him how serious Brad actually was, it took him aback and made him wary. He knew he shouldn't treat it lightly anymore, Crawford meant business.
Schuldig eyed him cautiously.
/Brad, I swear I've absolute no idea what you're talking about./
/I gave you an exact order only a few minutes ago, right after I had dragged you into that cursed house. And now you want me to believe that you've already forgotten?/
/Maybe I was too shocked after you slammed me into the wall?... Forget it. I don't want to argue with you. Look, it happened a lot in the meantime. You've no idea what I had to endure during the mission and this fucked up situation here isn't helping either. Just give me a chance before you shoot me, okay?/
Schuldig held his breath in anticipation...
/Okay, Schuldig. Last chance. Tell Weiss that I'm not in love with Berserker./
... and blinked.
"Oh, that one."
"By God, I will shoot you!"
Rolling his eyes at the dramatic step Crawford made towards him, Schuldig waved the threat aside with a snort.
"No need for that. But why didn't you say from the beginning that you were talking about that crazy order? How the hell should I know that you were actually serious?"
"Schuldig."
"Don't growl, that's not your style, Brad."
It was a strange order after all and Schuldig couldn't puzzle out the meaning of it. Why for the world should Weiss believe that Crawford was in love with Farfarello? Unless... Oi...
Arching an eyebrow, Schuldig glanced at the young Irishman. Farfarello leaned against the wall, arms folded and eye closed. He was the picture of calmness and peace and Schuldig wouldn't really be surprised if a deer would suddenly browse beside him and a bunny would hobble through the room.
Glancing back at Crawford and confronted with narrowed eyes once again, he instantly knew what was going on. And he realized he hadn't much choice, there was only one decision for him to make. Taking in a deep breath, Schuldig looked at the members of Weiss stone-faced and directed them with gravy voice.
"Okay, listen up, Weiss. I will only say this once, so prick your ears. Crawford is hot in love with Berserker."
A shout of relief sounded through the room.
"Finally! Did you hear that, you idiots? Mastermind confirms that I'm... WHAT? NO! I said NOT, not HOT!"
/Sorry, Brad. But between Farfie and you it's quite obvious whom I would choose, don't you think?/
/Coward! Traitor! Collaborator!/
/Better that than Farfie's target for the rest of my life./
/By God, I swear upon my life I--!/
"Oracle."
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The wordless glare-duel between Schuldig and Crawford was a clear sign for Ran that they were arguing over the mind link, and he had the dim feeling that this could go on for minutes. Minutes he didn't want to spend here when the shower was waiting for them upstairs. Furthermore, he still had questions and presumptions and therefore decided to interrupt them to get some answers. He stepped up to the leader of Schwarz and rose to speak.
"Oracle. Did you foresee the outcome of the mission before you gave Schuldig the order for it?"
"Yes."
"So you knew from the beginning about the upcoming relationship between Schuldig and me?"
"Yes."
"More precisely, you sent him on that mission to give him a chance to discover his feelings for me?"
"Yes."
"Ah, the only purpose to send him on that mission was to--"
"How many times do I have to repeat myself, Fujimiya? Yes, yes, and yes again. I had a vision about the upcoming love affaire between Schuldig and you. Birman and I decided with Kritiker's approval that it would be best to kill two birds with one stone; to support and to join forces in order to bury the rivalry between us for once and for all. And Berserker helped to carry out the plan.
"To make a long story short, I saw and sent that idiot over there. You met, you kissed, you... whatever. If I had known that said idiot would betray me in the worst way possible, I would've suppressed that vision instantly. Satisfied? Can I now strangle that perfidious treacherous back-stabbing orange mop traitor?"
"Oi!"
Ignoring Schuldig's protest cry, Ran tried to stomach the news. It was a surprising revelation. The target of the mission had never been the main cause for it. Birman and Crawford had sent them for the simple fact to get to know each other, to start to feel for each other. To bind both assassin groups together through a relationship which was apparently meant to be from the beginning. And despite the somewhat bitter aftertaste of being manipulated, Ran knew that his feelings for Schuldig were real, and vice versa. Birman and Crawford had just pushed a little in the right direction and had given them a chance to fall in love with each other. And for that he was grateful.
Straightening up, Ran looked Crawford straight into the eyes and thanked him for that precious gift in his lover's language.
"Blöder Hammel."
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Crawford's mind went blank.
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"Schu, what the hell's wrong with Crawford?"
No, he would not answer that question.
"I don't understand. His yaw literally hit the floor after I had expressed my gratitude."
Oh no. He would not. No. No.
"And Berserker's still roaring in laughter. I can hear him even now and we're already on the first floor."
No. No. No. No. Fuck, where's that cursed shower?
"Stop dragging me and tell me what the hell 'Blöder Hammel' really means!"
A door! With the typical sign for bath! He was saved! Oh gods, he was saved!
Strong hands whirled him around, grabbed him by the vest and pressed him up against the wall. Again. But this time it wasn't Brad but Ran with a glare that was downright frightening.
"Call me stupid but I have this funny feeling that those words don't stand for 'Thank you'."
Oh Gods. He was dead. He was SO dead. He was more than dead. He was--
"What. Does. Blöder. Hammel. Mean?"
Okay. Calm down. High time to try out if the theory about honesty and sex really works. One deep breath and... here we go.
"It means 'stupid mutton' but before you hit me or strangle me or glare me to death, that was before I fell in love with you and I regret it and I wish I hadn't said it and I know it's too late for an apology and that it was terrible from me to call you that but I hadn't had the heart to correct you or rather I was too scared to admit the real meaning, I mean you can be quite frightening if you want, and you were so cute when you thought you thanked me with those words for our love-making and now... now I can only beg you on my knees for you to forgive me and... that's all I have to say for my defence... Honey... Liebling... Aya... Ran..." Breathe, Schuldig, breathe. Abyssinian's reaction cannot be worse than a gruesome death.
Ran stared dumbfounded; disbelief written all over his face.
"I've called Oracle a... stupid mutton?"
"... Hai."
That came out rather faintly. Maybe he should clear his throat to get his strong, manly voice back. And why does his heart has to hammer like that? He would never be able to breathe normally at this rate.
"A stupid mutton."
Better not to provoke Ran any further with another 'yes'. Though, why should he waste the chance to say what could be his last word on earth? But on the other hand, Ran does look rather dazed. Maybe he should just give him a little time to recover from the shock; after all he has to snap out of it eventually.
"A mutton."
Or not. Oh gods.
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He had insulted the leader of Schwarz.
He had called Oracle 'mutton'.
A stupid one.
Ran closed his eyes, bent forward, and pressed his forehead against Schuldig's chest.
And then he gave free rein to his emotions.
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Schuldig stared wide-eyed down at the red shock of hair.
Ran wasn't shouting or yelling, Ran was laughing. And he was laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking and he had to hold on Schuldig's jacket to avoid kneeling down.
Confused about the unexpected reaction, Schuldig laid his arms hesitantly around his lover's back. He was at a loss, had no idea what he should make of it.
It was somewhat relieving that Ran apparently saw some humour in the situation, and normally he would be glad about such a positive reaction. However, from glares to hearty laughter without any warning... Such a sudden turn of emotions wasn't a normal reaction coming from the younger assassin, as far as he knew. And it made him cautious about the real state Ran could be in. Maybe it was a hysterical outburst? Something like frayed nerves? A mental breakdown? Whatever it was, at that moment he would prefer plain honest glaring for everything else. It certainly would be easier to deal with.
With a dim feeling, he patiently waited until Ran had calmed down again and only sniggers were coming from him. And just as he was about to question him, the young Japanese raised his head, wiped away the tears which had damped his face during the laughing fit and regarded him with shining eyes.
"I love you, Schu."
Schuldig's eyebrows shot up. A declaration of love wasn't what he had expected and he voiced his nagging doubt about the all-too smooth outcome cautiously.
"You're not angry anymore?"
Ran was all smiles when he shook his head. "How could I? How many chances does one get to call the famous leader of Schwarz 'stupid mutton' and get away with it alive? I bet the odds are practically zero. I'm not happy that you insulted me in the first place, or that you lied to me afterwards, but that's easily forgotten simply for the fact that I don't have to punish you for that personally."
"... No?"
"Of course not. That's Oracle's business."
"... Scheiße."
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Everyone had questions about the foreign words, about the shocked expression Oracle had made in response to it, or why Schuldig had turned pale and had dragged Ran almost frantically out of the room. And the sight of the suddenly hysterically laughing Berserker wasn't something the members of Weiss had ever seen before either. Therefore, everyone was curious but no one was crazy enough to express it out loud.
With the last noises of hushed whispers and the soft click of the door, Crawford knew that he and Berserker were the last persons remaining in the living-room.
He wouldn't blame Abyssinian for the insult, knowing all too well that the young Weiss leader had no clue what those words stand for. Even the knowledge that Schuldig has to be involved in this didn't bother him either. Not yet, at least. What really annoyed him to no end was Farfarello who got another chance to wallow in never ending amusement at his expense without lifting a finger for it.
It was as if he would never be able to win against Berserker.
And that irked him almost more than the next revelation.
It was now official that he had completely lost control over the situation.
He could stay here all day, pondering about when he had lost control, or why his gift had abandoned him instead of warning him through visions about the chaos and humiliations he has to endure. No. In fact, he didn't need to rack his brains about it any longer. The answers to those questions weren't unknown to him anymore.
He had lost control the moment Farfarello had started his revenge on him for his silence about the spitting incident with the manipulation of one person, Hidaka. It had been a clever move to involve Siberian, a hot-blooded young man who had been troubled and confused about his own spat with Balinese. Hidaka had been an easy prey to take advantage of.
As far as he knew Farfarello, the Irishman had only dropped as many hints and suggestions as necessary. Never direct, only vague. Just enough to plant a seed into the other assassin.
Hidaka never had a chance.
Still assuming in his typical Weiss naivety that everything was black and white and Berserker was nothing but a simple-minded madman, Siberian had eagerly absorbed the scandalizing information, had sympathized, had put two and two together and had fallen blindly into the trap.
Farfarello had planted the seed and Hidaka had enthusiastically dealt it out to the others. All it needed for Berserker was one short-tempered and passionate upholder of moral standards, a gossip, to set the ball rolling. What followed was nothing more than an ordinary domino-effect.
And now he knew why he didn't get a single warning through his gift. Not only were the previous incidents too small to be seen as a real threat, only the amount of them together brought the desired effect, Farfarello had never directed his revenge towards him directly.
Clever, really clever. Almost too clever for his taste.
Frowning, he focused on the source of his dilemma.
Farfarello had resumed his previous position after ending his hysterical laughter and was again leaning comfortably against the wall with folded arms and crossed legs. His eye was closed, and a pleased smirk graced his scarred lips.
Crawford took a step forward and started to walk up to the younger man.
"Have you enjoyed yourself, Farfarello?"
The eyelid slid open until gold was directed at him through the resulting slit. It was a lazy look, a clear sign that Berserker didn't feel threatened by his approaching. The young Irishman was one of the few human beings who knew exactly that they were on the top of the food chain.
He was a lion sated after a successful hunt and the following feast. He was a beast with the knowledge that nobody was good enough to bring real harm onto him. He was a dangerous creature with a cruel smirk and an answering purr full of satisfaction.
"Tremendously."
Crawford stopped short in front of Farfarello. He wasn't some fool to believe for even a second that he could frighten Berserker into submission, and he was aware that the young man only obeyed orders on his own free will, never as an underling. So, how to defeat someone like him? It was nearly impossible.
He gazed thoughtfully into the golden eye as if he was searching for something, and after a few seconds Crawford began to speak in a very soft voice.
"As a leader I've priorities, strict rules. It takes stern discipline and willpower to lead without getting distracted by something or... someone. Not so long ago, my point of view was to keep business and personal needs apart, to separate them. However, this changed. I wanted to stay strong, to overcome the temptation, but... I wasn't strong enough. I got distracted."
Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and bent forward.
And his lips touched Farfarello's.
He pressed against them, moved his lips slowly so that the kiss wasn't hard but deep and gently. And when he broke from them again, his tongue licked over the Irishman's bottom lip almost as an apology and to leave a warm tingle back on them.
With a sigh, he stepped back and looked again deep into the golden eye.
"The last day was a very important experience for me, Farfarello. And I understand and accept that my feelings for you will never be returned. It was foolish of me, but now, I've buried my desire for you deep into my heart. You have my word of honour that I will never bother you again with it. Thank you for your kindness and patience to gift me with that precious kiss that will remain forever in my unfulfilled dreams."
Ever so slowly, Crawford turned around and crossed the room, leaving behind an open-mouthed Berserker.
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Touching his flushed lips in shock, Farfarello stared wide-eyed after the crestfallen man.
Brad... loves me?
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Opening the door to step out of the living-room, Crawford's lips moved soundlessly. His eyes were burning with carefully suppressed emotions and he was silently shouting in his mind.
Yes! YES! YESSS!
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Omi came hurrying along the corridor in order to get Nagi cool water for his sore throat when Oracle stepped out of the living-room.
Confronted with madly glowing eyes, soundlessly moving lips, and frighteningly contorted facial features, he fluently turned in his steps without pausing and made his way straight back to his waiting lover.
He may be older, physically stronger than Nagi if he ignored that creepy power called telekinesis, but here ended his vow to protect him against all the evil men out there. He wasn't crazy enough to cross Oracle's path when the leader of Schwarz was in such a mental state, not without his darts. No thank you, sir.
Scratch the kitchen, water, or ice cubes.
Oracle has finally lost his marbles.
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Yohji was standing in front of Ken's door when Omi rushed by with a happy look on his face. Grinning knowingly, he watched the boy as he passed by. Young love was just so cute!
Directing his attention back to his own lover, he reached for the door handle in order to open said door to Ken's room when Omi surprisingly came rushing back again. But this time wide-eyed and, if Yohji interpreted the faint change of the colouring of his lime-green face right, Omi was pale with fright. The boy was so fast while passing by that Yohji could only make out a few words before Omi vanished in his room.
"Oracle... marbles... Nagi... danger." Bang. The door slammed shut, followed by the sound of a key hastily turned two times in the lock.
Baffled, Yohji stared at the closed door. There were many questions like 'What the hell?' or 'What the fuck?', but did he even want to know? The urge to make peace with Ken helped immensely in his decision, and he was about to reach for the door handle again when a new noise let him freeze in his motion. Slowly, he turned his head so he was again staring in the other direction.
Oracle came madly grinning towards him and he looked as if he had lost his... Oh, marbles. That's what Omi had meant... And then, Crawford did something so out of norm that Yohji was perplex enough to react to it automatically.
"Gimme five," the older man drawled as he passed by, and their hands clapped together into the typical sign of victory.
Without slowing down, Crawford continued in his walk while Yohji stood still, speechless, staring blankly into the direction Oracle had come from. Right hand still up in the air, he was trying to bring his mind to accept what he had just done with the famous leader of Schwarz... when Farfarello stepped out of the living-room.
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With the knife loosely in the hand and the blade absent-mindedly beating against his thigh, Farfarello tried to understand what had happened a few minutes ago. Crawford had confessed his love for him. Crawford had kissed him. Was this a joke? Was he playing? Was this revenge? Was he serious? Was it love? Was he...
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Yohji's eyes widened with each step Berserker took towards him. He didn't like the madman's frown. The knife in his right hand wasn't comforting either. And he was moving like a wildcat on the hunt. Not good, not at all. Maybe he should just stand there, silent and motionless, and Berserker would pass by without noti--
The golden eye shot up and the predatory look was focussed directly at him.
Transfixed, Yohji had a short moment of shock in which his mind decided on its own that he hadn't enough time to flee or to get out his wire. And to his utter horror he felt the corner of his mouth pulled up into a parody of a smile, and the fingers of the arm he still held up into the air bended a few times into the unmistakeable gesture of a wave.
What followed twisted his stomach into a tight knot and let him freeze in his idiotic posture.
The golden eye narrowed. The knife stopped its beating against the thigh. The scarred lips pulled up into a feral snarl baring white, sharp teeth. The wiry body bended forward, the wildcat like movements got slower, more dangerously, and the
door flew open, Ken poked out his head,
"Hi, Farfie."
grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the room.
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Straightening up again, Farfarello passed snorting by the closed door.
"Pathetic."
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"Come on, don't get lazy."
Smiling, Ran threw a last look at Schuldig before he stepped into the shower. He was still grinning in afterglow when he turned on the hot water and took the soap to lather his body. The feeling of warm water and lather was wonderful after all those dirty and sweaty activities like crawling through a tunnel, the trip through the forest, or their passionate love-making.
When Schuldig stepped behind him into the shower, Ran passed him the soap over the shoulder before he continued blissfully spreading the foam over his chest.
Suddenly, something flew through his legs, hit the wall of the shower, and fell with a dull noise down to the basin.
Slowly, Ran turned the shower head to the side, bent his head, and stared at the object right between his feet. It took him a second to understand and to combine, but when he did his eyes widened in incredulity. Schuldig couldn't seriously mean...
"Ah, I'm so clumsy today."
No, he wouldn't dare to...
"Could you pick up the soap for me, sweetheart?"
Kami-sama, the baka does.
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"Oh gods, breathe! You're as white as a sheet! What for heaven's sake is wrong with you? Come, sit down. No! Not on the floor! And don't breathe so fast! Slow down! You're hyperventilating! Do you need a paper bag? Baby? Koi? Oh gods, breathe, Yohji, breathe."
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"Liebling? The soap, please."
Amazed, Ran stared down at the desired object while Schuldig was more or less patiently waiting for him to fall for the trick. It seemed the Schwarz member never ceased to surprise him, and it was more than clear that boredom would never be the cause to break off their relationship.
Now, the sixty-four-dollar question was: How to react? The answer was surprisingly simple.
He turned, shifted, stepped, pushed, and Schuldig was facing the wall.
Position changed, Ran stood smirking behind Mastermind who for his part stared dumbfounded at the wall.
"Er... Ran... That's not exactly what I had in mind when I--... when the soap flew... accidentally, I want to add."
"Really?" Grinning, Ran laid his arms around the slim waist and took Schuldig into an embrace from behind. He had a hard time hiding his amusement when he put his chin on his lover's right shoulder and continued with a pout.
"But, Schu, that's exactly what I have in mind."
After a few silent seconds which showed him how startled the young German was about his idea, Schuldig nervously gazed at him from the corner of his eye.
"Liebling, I thought we could continue with what we did before we got interrupted by Farfie. You know, me ravishing you."
"Sorry, but you had your chance in the kitchen, Schu."
"What? But it's your turn!"
"Hm, let me count... Nope, it's yours."
"But..." Schuldig started to squirm a little in his arms. "Look Ran, let's just say there's a small problem and I just can't, okay?"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"That's all?"
"Yes!"
"Not much information if you ask me, therefore I see no reason to change my mind."
"Argh! Okay! I'm... still a little tender down there. Happy?"
Oh, the last one must have cost Schuldig quite an effort to admit it. Ran playfully planted a kiss on the shoulder.
"Aw, my tough evil Schwarz kitten is hurting. Poor baby."
"Excuse me! I would like to see you getting fucked in the middle of nowhere without any lube!" Irritated, Schuldig wriggle free from the tight hold and turned accusingly around.
"Do you have any idea how much it burnt? I won't complain about your size, I'm not an idiot. But I want to point out that an inexperienced virgin popped my cherry and you know what? I found out that cum isn't enough to ease the friction and why the hell are you grinning like that?"
Pressing his lips tightly together, Ran tried to hold up a straight face by looking innocently back at his frowning lover.
"And wipe that amused look out of your eyes."
Well, that was a little harder to manage so he only blinked a few times in response.
"Ran, you look absolutely ridiculous, you know that?"
He tried to hold up the straight face, really, but the amusement was stronger and the smile broke through. Grinning in delight, he watched as Schuldig leaned back against the wall and started to rub his face tiredly.
"You were teasing me, right? You were pulling my leg the whole time."
"Hai."
"That's it. I need a vacation. Badly."
Chuckling, Ran reached again for the shower head. "Ah, maybe. But what we need first is a shower. Say, could you hand me the soap, please?"
"Ha. Ha." Schuldig threw him a dirty look.
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Life just isn't fair, Schuldig decided while Ran turned him around and started to lather and wash his back. All he wanted was a little fun, no reason for those cosmic creatures to throw one stick after another between his legs.
"Don't pout, Schu. It's not so bad."
Not so bad? Ha! First a fish, then Farfie, and now that stupid piece of soap. It. Just. Wasn't. Fair!
"Come on, relax. You're too stiff. "
Stiff. Ha! There would be something else stiff instead of his back by now. Stiff and hard and hot and long and thick. But nooo, Ran had to play tough and clever instead of playing along.
"I'm fine, Ran."
He was. Really.
The hand washing his back stopped with the palm flat on his back.
"Schu, don't pretend everything's all right when you growl your answer through tightly clenched teeth and are crossing your arms at the same time. I'm not stupid. What's bothering you?"
What should be bothering him? Can't a guy just cross his arms and growl?
"I'm not the mind reader here, Schu. You've to talk to me."
Fine!
"Fine! You wanna know what's wrong? Everything! Since that mission everything's turned upside down. I love chaos but only if I'm the one creating it! Nobody's taking me seriously anymore! I'm reduced to... to nothing! I really love you but from tough, evil assassin to harmless, toothless puppy in only twenty-four hours is a fucking new record! I'm a fucking henpecked husband now, that's what I am! And I hate it. I HATE IT! I'm a man, goddamnit. I'm the fucking Mastermind! I'm Schwarz! I'm used to take control! You should be the one mewling underneath me, not the other way around! I hate those stupid cat ears and I finally want to pop your goddamn cherry!"
Crossing his arms again, Schuldig glared sullenly at the wall. And he was not pouting.
"And I'm not pouting, just that you know it."
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Ran stared shocked and rather speechless at the orange mop of hair. He had thought their discussions about manliness and sexual roles were no more than banters between two lovers. Banters to find out who was fond of which position. It never was in his intention to make Schuldig seriously uncomfortable, least of all angry.
Thoughtfully, he glanced at his hand still resting on the stiff back. He could understand Schuldig, could absolutely sympathize with him. To let loose of control built up over years and to give it over to another person was not easy. And while he was still hesitating, Schuldig had given him that control once already, though it had been more thanks to the surprise effect.
He had to admit that he hadn't thought about the nature of their relationship until now, about where they actually stood. It had come out of the blue and he willingly had travelled along the wonderful feeling of being loved, desired, without questioning it. But Schuldig's outburst showed him that something was wrong. Maybe he took something for granted the young German wasn't ready to give yet.
It was time for some serious talking. And to know where they stood exactly, he only needed an answer to one question.
"Do you trust me, Schu?"
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Schuldig stared blankly at the wall.
Don't answer. For heaven's sake, do not answer that question. It's a trap. It's a fucking trap. You will regret it. You will be sorry for the rest of your life if you give in and reply to--
"Of course I do."
Argh!
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Ran smiled at the hardly visible wince Schuldig made directly after giving his reply. He knew the Schwarz member hadn't lied; there was a certain amount of trust between them. And he couldn't demand for more than Schuldig was ready to give. Even if they would ignore their history as arch enemies, they hardly knew each other for more than one day and it was crazy enough for them to fall in love in such a short time.
Gently, he traced the spine beneath his fingers.
"I know it's difficult, Schu. As a member of Schwarz, always in control, always on the top and never… bottom... it must be hard to trust a former enemy enough to open up and give mind, body and soul without a second thought. I understand because I feel the same. But it isn't impossible for us to reach the point where trust is given without hesitation. We will work on it. We will make it. We will reach that point, maybe not now or tomorrow, but we will reach it. I'm certain of it."
Schuldig, who had silently listened, responded with a tilt of his head.
"Liebling, I've no idea what you're talking about. I just want to pop your cherry, that's all."
... NANI? Ran's yaw hung low.
"But it was a lovely speech, really."
I'm opening my heart and he's just interested in... GAHH!... I'm such a baka baka baka baka!
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"Liebling, that hurts." Schuldig winced at the sharp fingernails digging into his back. It had been a lovely speech, but he wasn't eager to discuss philosophic views about their relationship right now. He was just angry that every single promise for sex, particularly for sex where Ran should be uke, ended into... nothing, at the best. The possibility to have an argument was more likely than for him to finally succeed. It was a cursed situation. And he was tired of it.
"Ran, I capitulate. For now. Not for ever, mind you. I... just want some body contact, and if it's only some cuddling, that's fine by me. Yeah, let's finish and crawl into your bed to cuddle under soft sheets. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Schu?" The hand relaxed against his back again; a signal that Ran was listening intently to his peace-offering.
"No, really, I've no problem with it. It would be great if I could make love to you as I would love to... but I'm not that determined to hold up some funny ideology for that. I really don't care who's on top and who's bottom."
Liar. Liar. Liar. LIIIAAAR!
Ignoring the persistent voice in his head which furiously pointed out his white lie, Schuldig went on.
"Er... And I trust you, Liebling, I really do. And I love you." That shut the voice up because the last one was definitely true.
"I love you too, Schu."
"I know." Satisfied with the outcome, Schuldig petted the hands which had sneaked around his waist during his speech. He had successfully avoided another argument, Ran wasn't angry anymore, and he had also avoided being uke again. Nothing had changed, he was still the Mastermind.
Ran tightened the grip around his waist, snuggled up against his back, and something stiff and hard and hot and long and thick pressed between Schuldig's butt cheeks.
"Let's make love, Schu."
"WHAT?... I mean...," Schuldig stammered appalled, "I'm... still tender... terribly tender... So tender you wouldn't believe it... To say that I'm only tender is... a lie. Because I'm sore... terribly sore... So sore you wouldn't believe it..."
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Ran was grinning in pure mischievousness when the young German grew stiff again, and he listened amused to the on panic bordering stammering. Did Schuldig really believe he could distract him with sweet talk? It was time to show Schwarz's Mastermind that he shouldn't underestimate his intelligence, even though he was rather cute in his attempts to sneak out of awkward situations.
"I know, Schu. But this time it won't hurt. We've got lube."
"... Oh... that's... great... really... Ah, I know it sounds funny but suddenly, I'm not in the mood anymore. Don't be sad about it, Liebling. We'll make up for it another time. We've years to catch up on everything."
Smirking, Ran shifted forward and spoke huskily right into his lover's ear.
"But Schu, isn't it thrilling? You, as a member of Schwarz, mastermind and telepath, caught between the wall and me without any room to escape. You're helpless, at my mercy. And I as your arch-enemy and deadly skilled assassin, right behind you, pressing you up against the wall like... this."
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Life. Just. Wasn't. Fair.
Schuldig gulped at the erotic situation Ran was creating and cleared his throat to steady his voice.
"You're playing dirty, Ran."
"Ah, it's a pity that you're not in the mood... Oooh!... Look what awakened from its sleep!"
Ha. Ha.
"Funny, Ran. Really funny. But as a man you surely know that the dick is not connected with the brain. You eat plain noodles and bang, suddenly it's there. It has a life on its own!... Ran?"
Ran didn't answer. He stood silently behind him, calm, with his arms still around him. There was a soft noise, a breath he could feel on his right shoulder, and then he got his answer. The hands on his belly started to wander. Like a blind man who wanted to memorize the curve of each muscle and the texture of the skin underneath his fingers through soft touches.
Schuldig could suppress a shiver, but he couldn't hinder his eyes falling shut at the sensation the caress brought with it. They were not perfect, Ran's hands. The skin on the palm of his lover's right hand was not flawless, not undamaged. He could feel calluses, telling a story of years as a swordsman. Telling him of strength, of power. Of force and willpower. Of pure masculinity.
He didn't hold back the moan escaping his lips as Ran bent down to kiss his neck, nor did he fight his arousal slowly getting up again. All thoughts of fighting and distracting vanished with the sensual seduction, with the warm lips on his neck and those wonderful hands on his body.
While one hand stroke his belly, the other trailed slowly down to his groin, hovered over his member for a short moment before seizing it in a gentle but firm touch.
"I want to make love to you."
Ran's husky whispered words broke his last resistance and he melted against the body behind him. He would be a fool to resist the sensation of smooth skin against his own, to ignore the body heat covering him from behind, or to fight those strong, wonderful hands. And why should he? He was stubborn, but he also loved Ran more than everything else and he would show him this with the gift of his surrender.
He turned his head enough to answer Ran with a kiss, to send his anticipation through his lips and tongue. And Ran joined in happily, brought a hand up to cup his chin and to tilt his head further to intensify their kiss.
What started soft and tender ended demanding, almost domineering. Ran took over control and the kiss became deeper, hotter and maddening arousing. It took his breath away, made him lost in the sensation, and Schuldig was dimly aware of lips increasing their pressure on his own, of fingers digging into his chin tightened possessively into a firm hold while the tongue roamed his mouth.
Moaning, he surrendered to the passionate assault, made the sweet surrender complete by letting Ran take possession of his body and mind. He had no idea how long it lasted, he never wanted it to end, but a firm and possessive grip around his hard member and a demanding pressure against his cleft took him out of his blissful state.
Ran tore his lips away, panting, hoarse with arousal.
"I want to fuck you. Now."
And he left him for merely a few seconds, but when he was back again two sensations brought shivers through Schuldig's body. Shoving his long hair out of the way, Ran started to kiss his exposed neck passionately, and at the same time the tip of a finger was placed against his opening to slide in without hesitation.
Bending forward, Schuldig laid his hands against the wall. It didn't hurt, it wasn't even uncomfortable, but when a second joined the first a moan escaped his lips as they stretched him, widened him for something that was even larger and thicker than those two digits.
It was painful enough and he would have complained about it if Ran's lips hadn't distracted him, if teeth hadn't grazed the skin of his neck just as one of the fingers hit the sweet spot deep inside him.
The result took his breath away.
"Oh sweet fucking god."
He hadn't time to work out the first sensation; the second hit against his prostate came instantly and left him gasping. Heat spread through his groin and his arousal was almost painfully hard and throbbing by now. He moaned again as Ran withdrew his fingers, not because of pain, but at the empty feeling they left behind.
When he felt the head of Ran's member at his opening, Schuldig pressed his forehead against the wall and spread his legs to give his lover better access. He was ready, open enough and more than willing.
Ran pressed forward and the ring slowly widened with the pressure against his opening.
"Ran... do you remember when I said I won't complain about your size? Okay. I'm complaining now. Get out. You're too big."
"Just relax."
"Says the guy who's impaling meee... Oh fuck... Oh Jesus Christ... Oh Almighty..."
"Relax, Schu."
"Nnng."
"Concentrate on your breathing, Schu, and press--"
"PARDON? Concentrate on your breathing and press? I'm not giving birth, goddamnit! You're shoving a damn redwood up my--"
"I'm in."
"What?"
"I'm in."
"... Great. And now do me the favour and get out again."
"Okay."
Schuldig gritted his teeth when Ran slowly pulled out. Gods, he was big. Even with lube it hurt. It was a miracle he had cum the first time Ran made love to him. He wasn't masochist enough to bear such--
"AAAH!... Oh gods... Oh fucking gods..."
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Instead of withdrawing completely, Ran had pushed back again, perfectly striking the prostate in one smooth move. He repeated his action until he was moving rhythmically, until the body in front of him, underneath him, completely opened up to him, welcomed him, embraced him. And it was incredible.
Schuldig was a breathtaking sight. His back was gracefully bent. The arms he had stretched out to the wall to support himself were tense, showing each curve of his muscles. The long, slightly bent fingers were twitching every time a new wave of sexual stimulation consumed his body, and with each new thrust more shivers were running through his body.
The long orange hair which lay gently curved around his neck hung down on one side, giving Ran a perfect view on his lover's face. Schuldig's eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and gods, he was moaning. It was a sound deep from his inside and it was incredibly erotic.
And it was his doing. He was the one who brought Schuldig such ecstasy, who made him mindless with lust. And it was wonderful. It was perfect.
His heart was loudly thumping in his chest as he reached forward to bring his lover back to him, to complete their connection with body contact. Skin on skin he absorbed the heat Schuldig was radiating. His hands moved over the fine sheet of sweat which slowly covered the young German's body, moved up until they found the nipples. Each rub, each pull brought to them drew more moans out of Schuldig and the shivers became stronger.
Never faltering in his thrusts, Ran reached for the long hair, tugged his lover's head back until it lay on his shoulder and he could crush the lips beneath him with his own.
He wanted to bring Schuldig on a new level. He wanted to make him scream in ecstasy. He wanted to show him that he was
Mine.
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Schuldig was in his own world of lust. Each powerful thrust into his body, each stroke over his prostate brought more stimulation, more arousal. It made him mindless, willingness. He felt the heat, the waves of lust which ripped through his groin, increasing with each new thrust, and he let himself wash away with it.
He had lost his ability to speak; he couldn't articulate his feelings anymore. It was the primal sound of moaning which escaped his lips, and he was helpless as Ran pulled him up, bended his head back into a forceful kiss.
Afterwards he didn't know what had brought him to orgasm. The hot tongue roaming his mouth, the firm lips pressed against his own, the demanding hold on his hair, or the sudden hard grip around his shaft.
He didn't know, but when the orgasm tore through him he screamed into his lover's mouth. Flashes exploded in front of his closed eyes, uncontrolled tremors ran through his body, and his mind was empty and full of colourful whirls at the same time. He experienced the famous little death in all its glory.
When Schuldig came down again, he lay panting and boneless in Ran's embrace, thankful for his lover to hold him up. He was certain that he couldn't stand on his own with so much jelly in his shaking knees. He felt spent, dizzy. His mind tried to describe, to couch all those amazing sensations he had been experiencing until now.
Unbelievable.
Incredible.
Mind blowing.
He was still busy trying to find the right word when Ran's softly spoken words affectionately drifted through his dazed mind.
"Plain noodles, huh?"
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tbc
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Blöder Hammel (germ.): Stupid mutton. (Yes, it IS a swearword and I hope you can still remember the situation between Schu and Ran after their love-making in the middle of the night where an accidentally past flying night owl had been the only witness to Schu's comically widened eyes... or so.)
Scheiße (germ.): Shit
Liebling (germ.): Darling / Sweetheart
The Soap Trick: Erm… uhm… I'll just pretend that everyone knows about it, okay? #sweat drop#
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Black Kitten: Phew, that certainly was a very long chapter. I hope nobody got bored by it. Or fell asleep #cringes#. And because of the length, I have to shorten my answers to the reviewers.
Schu: That's just an excu--!
Black Kitten: Hiei449! Long time no see, old pal! How are you? #pats Hiei's back#
Schu: #narrows eyes# Old pal?
Black Kitten: Erm... #clears throat#… Great you're still here, Hiei. I hope you enjoyed that chapter, too… Luna Kaira. Oh, yes, the chapters are terribly long nowadays. Bishies are suffering out there? Good gracious! That's just terrible! Poor Bishies. I will make it better with a little love. #squeezes Schu tightly#
Schu: #squeaks#
Black Kitten: #smirks#… Yami Kaosu. Hi!... #coughs at dust cloud#… Oh yes, Brad's amusing but he also needs sex very badly. It can't be healthy the way he lives. Ah, let's see how his 'relationship' with Farfie's going to continue. Poor Farfie, he seemed a little confused after Brad's… attack. #grin# Ah, after reading that chapter, you already know who was seme/uke. Did you like my choice? It's so rare for Schu to be uke I just had to put him into that position again.
Schu: #pants for air# Never... ever...
Black Kitten: #squeezes Schu tighter# Aw, poor Schuschu. Yami, next time it will be Ran's turn to finally experience the joy of being uke. Isn't that great? #big smile#
Schu: #face already blue# Let me gooo!
Black Kitten: Skeren Dreamera! Sleeping comatose muses? I feel with you. #hugs#
Schu: #free again# I'm free! FREEE!
Black Kitten: #snorts# Just for now, sweetheart, just for now. Skeren, I hope you liked the scene in the kitchen. It wasn't as funny as you described it in your review #huge smile# but that's how I saw them when I wrote it. I wanted some harmony before the chaos continued. And that it did, didn't it? #grins#
Schu: #furrows brows# What did you mean by just for--?
Black Kitten: gamegirl28! #hugs#… Braddy-Eeyore? #giggles# Ah, you're right. Crawford isn't slow talking and full of sadness… yet. #grins# No, seriously, I thought about all the chaos, humiliation and anger he had to endure, and Eeyore was just perfect to portray how he will be at the end of the story. But I changed my mind, Brad has suffered enough, and now it's his time to take revenge. On Farfie. Poor psyho-bishie. OH MY GOD.
Schu: What? WHAT?
Black Kitten: Aya uke… video cameras ready… Gomen ne, gamegirl. I just had to make Schu uke again. But I swear on Schu's beautiful long hair that it's Ran's time in the next chapter!
Schu & Ran: PARDON?
Black Kitten: LoneCayt! Er, okay, Farfie didn't actually suffer. It's more like... confusion. But it's HEAVEY confusion #nods#. However, Brad had his revenge… for now #cough#. Oh, Ran was seme! Great, ne? He can be such a dominant little kitten. Brad and Yohji? You see, Yohji's with Kenken and there's still Farfie. #winks#
Farfie: #narrows eye# What do you mean by--?
Black Kitten: makusime! Thank you. #hugs# I hope you liked the whole chaos in that chapter. Why do you think that I'm evil? Only a few bishies had to suffer in that chapter. That would be Farfie, and Yohji, and… Omi… and Brad… er... and Schuschu… #blinks# Wow, that's really a lot.
Schu: That's exactly what I--!
Black Kitten: Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar! #grin# It was a little chaotic, as always, but in the end they got their make-up sex. But not Ran is the one you should pity. After all it's Schu who's now definitely more sore than tender down there.
Schu: #whimpers#
Black Kitten: Er… But next time it's Ran's turn! Great, ne?
Ran: #whimpers#
Black Kitten: #rolls eyes#… Spawn of Hell. Great you found it funny. It's slowly getting to the end, so I hope you will enjoy the next chapters as well.
Schu: How many chapters?
Black Kitten: Dunno... Amber Bock. #blinks# Whoa, what an eruption of madness…I mean joy, of course. I hope you feel better again. #gives cookie#
Schu: #excited# Cookies?
Black Kitten: Sorry, last one… KT. Yay! Welcome to the club The Chaos Lovers! Ah, make-up sex. I hope you liked it. Well, Brad and Farfie. It's a tricky 'relationship' they have. It certainly looks as if Brad got the upper hand and his revenge, but I've that certain feeling that's not all to it. Both of them are lonely and in need of some… cuddling, ne? #winks#
Brad: Wait a sec! What do you mean by--?
Black Kitten: Look! It's Gunning Angel! #frowns# I updated but what's with your story, GA? #whines# Update, onegai!... #grin# Ran and Schu. Very, VERY complex, those two. #sniggers# They never cease to amuse me. Ah, and the next time it's finally Ran's turn to lose his virginity. It's high time if you ask me. Hm, let's see how terri--... er, wonderful it will be for him. #cough#
Ran: #suspicious# Cough?
Black Kitten: I've got a terrible, terrible bad cold. #evil grin#… lil-evil-bunny. Hi! Thanks for sending back my beloved Nagi. He looks a little... dishevelled, but oh my. He's young, he will get over it. #smirk#… Sorry, Nagi wasn't in that chapter but he will appear in the next one, I promise. Great you find Schu almost as hot as Ran. That's NOT a scary thing. Schu's definitely hot. And sooo lovely! I could cuddle him the whole day! And pet him! And squeeze him! And--
Schu: EEK!
Black Kitten: That too. #grins#... annakas. #snicker# You had a lot of fun while reading, ne? #hugs# Poor misunderstood Brad. Well, he had his revenge, sort of, but… ah, let's wait and see. I'm sooo twisted, it's scary. Really, I've created so much chaos that it takes longer than I thought to solve it. Schu's going to have a hard time telling Ran about his sister's presumptions, but I think he has enough practice after his Blöder Hammel confession to turn it into another lemon... Hm, the possibilities...
Schu: #confused# Are you talking about the citrus fruit or--?
Black Kitten: Just wait and see. #grin#... K'jollar. Hi! Greetings to Russia! I hope you enjoyed that chapter. And don't let the kids bug you; they can be so cute, those little monsters... er... and now I hope those little monsters are really little and young because if they're already high school students then it would mean that I'm writing nonsense.
Schu: #snorts# That would be a fir--!
Black Kitten: Look! A new reader!... Dorothecouchpotato. #sniggers# Hm, how should I begin… Ein Mensch spricht fern, geraume Zeit – mit ausgesuchter Höflichkeit – legt endlich dann, mit vielen süßen – Empfehlungen und besten Grüßen – den Hörer wieder auf die Gabel - doch tut er nochmal auf den Schnabel – (nach all dem freundlichen Gestammel) – um dumpf zu murmeln: Blöder Hammel!... etc. That's a poem of Eugen Roth (German poet), Das Ferngespräch.
Schu: #yaws# Boooring.
Black Kitten: #glares#... You see, Dorothecouchpotato, Blöder Hammel actually is a German swearword. Please take no offence, but I found it very funny that you have no clue that such swearing exists. However, Germany is a big land; maybe it's just not common in your federal state. Now to your question about "Mein Führer". Honestly, I've no idea. Maybe the readers out there confuse Schu with Prince Harry? Really, that was just sick. Sorry, nimm mich nicht zu ernst. Jedenfalls hoffe ich, dass dir das neue Kapitel gefallen hat. Schön wieder mal auf Deutsch zu schreiben. Liebe Grüße an alle deutschsprachigen Leser!
Schu: Von mir auch!
Black Kitten: Just ignore that perfidious, treacherous, back-stabbing orange mop traitor… izedlatte! I was just about to upload the new chapter when I saw a new review. Gods, I almost missed your comment! But the good thing is that you don't have to wait for the next chapter too long, because I'm updating now. I hope you had fun reading it!
So, that's it. I hope everyone had fun with the new chapter and… See you next time! ByeBye!