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Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained	By : KDSarge Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 6318 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And
the Winner Is...

Crawford
lay in the back seat of the BMW and acknowledged he was never going
to understand Schuldig. Not that he was complaining. He’d
believed that what had happened in the space room would never happen
again, but here he was, and Schuldig was–

A
door opened, Nagi’s voice, “Damn it, Schuldig!” and
Farfarello’s laughter and Schuldig was coming, quivering on his
cock and Crawford came too...

Later
Crawford sat in the back seat while Schuldig drove. Always a bad
idea, but the bastard had stolen the keys while Crawford was
distracted then stuffed them down his recently-resumed pants, and
though Crawford had been quite willing to go after them, Nagi had
been right there–

Nagi
was why he was in the back seat, too. The boy refused to sit back
there. Even Farfarello had brought a towel for his seat, though the
Irishman didn’t say anything about “bloody-minded evil
assassins fucking like snakes in a barrel,” as he thought he’d
heard Nagi mutter.

Schwarz
might be over, Crawford reflected, but its members didn’t seem
to notice. So maybe it wasn’t over?

When
he’d come out of the space room, Schuldig, Nagi and Farfarello
all had been elsewhere. Farf had apparently locked himself in, the
other two were in their rooms playing loud music so they could
pretend not to hear if he knocked. He hadn’t. He had gone to
his room and meditated, used the methods Essett had taught him to see
what Schuldig had done to get into and stay in his mind, and undo it.
Then he’d considered what he should do, to ease his teammates
into their new lives, and this morning he had come to get his coffee
and lay out his plans for them.

But
Schuldig had met him with a perfectly-made cup of coffee, and Nagi
had been thrilled that he was–supposedly–thinking about
getting a dog, and Farfarello was reviewing a list of things Schuldig
said he couldn’t do to a dog. Before Crawford could straighten
things out, Schuldig had casually mentioned he’d dented the
BMW, and Crawford had gone to look...

Schuldig
had a cigarette in one hand and a pixie stick in the other while
driving his car. Crawford took the cigarette, and wondered
exactly what “not forgiven” meant. He did understand
about finding a way to deal with the poison, and he didn’t
doubt Schu would make him pay if he didn’t. No matter what the
wild child had been doing when he said it. Crawford knew his pixie as
well as anyone could, and he knew he ought to be very concerned about
being on such thin ice with the man.

Maybe
later. Crawford didn’t feel like worrying right then.

***

“Moshi
moshi.”

“You
trace this call, Omittchi, and I’m sending naked pictures of
you to the five most rabid fan girls.”

“You
wouldn’t! You don’t–“

”I
would, I do, for just this sort of thing. Try me, Tsukiyono.”

“Ahh...I
understand, Yohji-kun. Are you all right? Is Aya-kun–“

”Right
here,” Yohji moaned, “thank God...”

“Err...do
you–“

”Aya!
Ohh...”

“Anou,
Yohji-kun, Birman wants to know–“

”When
we—ahhaha!–we feel like it, we’ll be–oooh,
more!...”

“Yohji-kun!
Stop it!”

“Stop
what, O–oh, oh, yesss...”

The
line went dead. Yohji clicked the phone shut with a chuckle. Across
the kitchen, Aya glared from under his bangs as he stirred dinner.

“Was
that really necessary?”

“You
said we should call!” The glare continued, but it was an F3 at
best. Aya wasn’t really mad. Yohji crossed his arms. “Mou,
Ayan! He deserved it and you know it!” He sauntered over to his
lover. “Besides,” he murmured into that glorious hair,
slipping his arms around that hot body, “I didn’t say
anything I didn’t mean at least six times in the last twelve
hours.”

“Only
six?” Aya growled. And shut the fire off under the soup. Yohji
ran, but he didn’t get far.

He
hadn’t meant to.

***

“This
was not my idea. Why am I watching this damn dog?”

“Because
helping you get laid put Nagi behind on his project. You want your
little assassin to keep his averages up, ne?”

“It’s
white,” Crawford grumbled. “We’re Schwarz. We
should have a black dog.”

“You
wear white all the time.”

“It’s
fluffy. Cute. Friendly.”

Schuldig
laughed. “Farf is fluffy, Nagi is cute, and I’m
friendly.”

Crawford
snorted. “You bite more than that dog ever will.”

His
pixie laughed again, and bit him. But when Crawford shoved the wild
child against the shed to retaliate, Schuldig twisted free and
twirled away and didn’t come back.

Damn
it.

***

“Ahh...”
Yohji groped for his cigarettes, but he couldn’t seem to lift
his arm. Aya chuckled and shoved them into his hand. “Thanks.”
He lit one and let himself go back to flat on the rug. He was taking
it home with him, just in case there was something about the rug
itself that made Aya so–

“Oi,
Aya,” he said, “Where did you learn that, anyway?”
While he was grocery shopping, Yohji had figured out, Aya had been
doing his own shopping. Nothing too kinky–yet–but
definitely more creative than he’d have expected from the
redhead.

Aya
chuckled again, the man was definitely smug. Have to do something
about that, just as soon as he could move a muscle...

“I
read a lot,” Aya answered.

“Temee!
Seriously, Aya-chan said–“ urp, shut up, Kudou! “I
mean–“

”Aya-chan
said what?”

Che.
“She–when she thought we–I mean–“

”Stop
stuttering, Kudou, I left my katana in my room.”

“That
doesn’t mean a damn thing,” Yohji said. Aya snorted.

“What
did Aya-chan say?”

“She
thought I was your first lover. But you can’t tell me–“

“Aya-chan
is not as–up-to-date–as she believes about my sex life. I
see no reason to explain that to her.”

“I’m...jealous.”

“Kudou,
don’t be st–“ Aya cut himself off. Yohji didn’t
comment, he knew the man was trying. Aya leaned over him. “Yohji,”
he said softly, “don’t–“ he stopped again,
Yohji finally identified this as Aya trying to say something in a
not-hurtful way. Geez, he was eighteen when his life turned into a
train wreck, you’d think the man would have some social
skills...

Yohji
was beginning to realize that Aya-chan speaking for her brother was
not a new development. Aya talked like a poet when they were making
love, but other times he just got in his own way. The redhead wanted
to say things perfectly, and usually what he meant came out blunt and
brutal, or not at all, because of it.

“Just
say it,” Yohji encouraged.

“Don’t–make
this more than it is. I mean–“

”Aya,
I hope you aren’t saying I should just enjoy this because when
we go back to Tokyo everything will be the way it was, because if you
are, you are going to see me cry.” Oh, good, Kudou, emotional
blackmail–

But,
“No!” Aya said, then raised an eyebrow. “Cry?”

“Whatever
it takes.” Yohji shrugged. “I’m not giving you up,
Aya.”

“Yohji...”
Aya sat up, looked away, “let’s just...enjoy until we
don’t, all right? No jealousy, no promises, nothing to make
this...to mess this up.”

Nothing
to make it more than sex. Fuck. Did you really think getting laid
would fix everything, Kudou?

Well.
It sure helped. And they could work it out, arguing with Aya had to
be a lot safer when he was naked and enjoying afterglow.

Speaking
of...

***

“Schu!”

“Kudou.”
Schuldig smirked and took the other chair. “You’re
alone?”

“Yes,
and you’re damn lucky, or Aya would have skewered you by now.”

“He’d
have tried.”

“So,”
Yohji sipped his latte, “how’s it going?” His green
eyes sparkled. “Getting any?”

“Some.
You?”

Yohji
snorted. “Not enough, since we got back to town.”

The
telepath leaned forward. “When?”

“Sunday.
You?”

“Me
too. What time?”

Yohji
shook his head. “I wasn’t looking at a clock.”

“Me
either.”

“Draw?”

“Damn.”
Schuldig shrugged as a waitress brought him a triple espresso shake.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ve discovered a severe hatred
for leashes.”

Yohji
made a face. “Find out how he did it?”

“Aa.”

“Make
him pay?”

“On
the installment plan. He’s no fun dead.”

“Schu,”
Yohji stuck a finger in his foam, licked it off, “that’s
not how to build a healthy relationship.”

“Hell
of a lot you know about it.” Schuldig pulled his straw out of
the shake, to lick down its length.

“Well,”
Yohji allowed, “Aya won’t let me talk about us. He wants
to keep it just sex.”

“Poor
you.”

“Fuck
off.”

“So,”
Schuldig leaned forward again, “Is Red a natural?”

“Aa.
Crawford hung like a bear?”

“Aa.”

“How’s
the sex?” Yohji asked. Schuldig grinned.

“Fucking
awesome. You?”

“Mind-blowing.”

Schuldig
lifted his shake. “Makes it worthwhile, ne?”

Yohji
lifted his glass, saluted his friend. “Hai.”

******************************************************************

It’s
done, it’s done, I did it, hahaha!!! (That’s a skirl of
manic laughter, there...)

Yes,
there is a sequel. Just as soon as I get around to changing it from
first person to third.

If
you’ve enjoyed this story and haven’t reviewed, please
do! Please, please, pretty please? With sugar and Yohji on top?
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