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Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairing/Fandom: Schuldig x Ken (Weiss Kreuz)

Pairing/Fandom: Schuldig x Ken
(Weiß
Kreuz)

Theme: #23 – Preventing Hypothermia

Title: Cold waters,
Icy blues.

Author/Artist: Aionwatha

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and
its characters do not belong to me. I’m borrowing them for a bit of fun.

Note: This fic hated me. Really. It did. It
was a constant struggle and fight to make it at least... not pathetic. v_v;;
Rereading it now, it's not too
bad, but I'm still not quite satisfied.

Another
night. Another kill.

Ken stood up and wiped the blood off
of his jacket as best he could with his hands, but only succeeded in smudging
it more. He sighed. Flexing his shoulders a little, he grunted at the tension
he found in them. He’d have to beg Youji to rub liniment into his back. Youji
had the best fingers to work off the kinks in muscles, and he knew it too. Ken
shook his head. It would probably cost him a morning shift sometime soon. The
bastard.

Pushing the hem of his glove up a
little, he eyed his watch. He had four minutes and forty three seconds to go
down three sets of stairs and exit the building. He had better go. He had to
run half a mile to a small wood where they had hidden the car and his bike, and
he wanted to put as much distance between himself and the building when it
exploded. He cursed softly. That was the most risky thing about missions in
more rural areas: there were fewer witnesses but no crowd of curious bystanders
to mingle with when the police got there. He’d have to run to the cover of the
trees as fast as he could.

He eyed the corpse by his feet and
nudged it with the tip of his boot. The head lolled to the side, but it didn’t
make any other move. Mission
accomplished. He supposed he should feel something like shame or guilt, but he
only felt empty. And oddly… satisfied.

“Oh he’s totally dead, don’t worry.”

Ken whirled around, surprised. He
didn’t expect anyone to be here. The others had secured the other floors and
technically had to stop anyone from interfering. But they couldn’t have stopped
this one, even if they wanted. Casually leaning just inside the door was
Schuldig of Schwarz, giving him that superior smile of his. It was enough to
piss Ken off already.

Straightening up, the redhead walked
his way, a playful smirk stretching his lips and not quite reaching his eyes.
“Actually,” Schuldig continued when he was right by the cadaver’s head, “it was
kind of overkill, you know, the hacking his throat open and tearing his heart
out. Man, you’re one sick little kitten, you know that?”

Ken growled softly at him, letting
his blades slide free with a barely audible metallic groan. He took a step
back, not quite crouching, but getting ready to lunge himself at the Schwarz
telepath if he made any threatening move. “What do you want, Schwarz?!” he
asked roughly.

Schuldig looked amused at that.
“Want?” He grinned. “I don’t want anything really. Thought I’d just drop by for
a visit.” He winked and Ken glared back.

“So basically,” he growled softly,
“you just came by to piss me off…”

Schuldig placed a hand on the desk
and pushed himself to sit on it, crossing his legs and leaning back on his
hand. His other hand came up to tug playfully at a strand of orange hair.
“Basically, yeah.”

Ken rolled his eyes. “Give me one
good reason why I shouldn’t rip your throat out,” he spat at the German, who only
shrugged and smiled, holding out his hand with his index folded over his thumb.
Ken blinked confusedly.

Schuldig smirked, in a highly
irritating way that let Ken know he knew something the boy didn’t and he was
going to take his own sweet time explaining it. Ken flexed his hands, trying to
relax and not get into the telepath’s game. Schuldig only grinned wider.

“I’ll give you three,” he finally
explained just as Ken was about to lose his temper again. “One: because I’m too
good looking to die here.” He lowered his middle finger and Ken snorted. “Two:
because you’re the ‘good guy’ and I didn’t make any threatening move.” He let
that sink in, lowering his ring finger, and Ken had to admit – begrudgingly –
that it was true. “And three: because you could never catch me anyway.” He
lowered the last finger.

“Wanna bet your life on that?!” Ken
challenged.

The telepath shrugged and looked
away as if totally unconcerned. “Give it your best shot,” he said airily.

Ken fisted his right hand and the
blades sprang free again. But at that moment, his watch went beeping madly. “Oh
shit!”

He grabbed Schuldig’s arm and pushed
him towards the window just as Omi’s strategically placed explosives did their
work and leveled the building. The force of the blast sent them both through
the window and Ken had a second to register he was falling before hitting icy
cold water.

The next few seconds were spent
panicking about which side was up before his arms were grabbed and he was
pulled up until his head emerged. He gasped, floundering a bit, trying to fight
the heaviness in his limbs.

Schuldig was still holding onto his
upper arms and was giving him an impatient look.

“Move it, I’m not gonna drag your
sorry ass back to shore.”

He let go of Ken and swam a little forward
until he could stand in the water and he waddled from there to the steep banks.
Ken followed close behind, teeth chattering loudly at the cold. He let himself
drop next to his enemy, just a little higher than the water.

“We have to find warmth,” he wrapped
his arms around himself. “We’ll freeze to death if we stay here.”

Schuldig groaned and pushed himself
up. Standing unsteadily on his feet, he turned his head to look at Ken who was
just eyeing him warily from where he was laying on the cold ground. He poked
the boy with the tip of his boot. “Well you better get up then ’cause I’m not
carrying you.”

Ken rolled to his stomach and pushed
himself to his hands and knees with a groan, before making it to his feet. When
more or less level with the other, he noticed Schuldig’s lips were turning
blue. They had to hurry.

They made their way back up the
steep slope until they reached a road. There weren’t many buildings on this
side of the river, and even those looked deserted. At this point he and Schuldig
were half leaning into each other and it was hard to tell who was dragging the
other forward. Schuldig pointed to what looked like an abandoned cottage and
they made their way there, shivering violently. Schuldig broke the lock, and
Ken was just too cold and tired to protest. He felt so drowsy… so... very...
drowsy...

“Oi!” Schuldig shook him roughly,
making Ken’s teeth clink together painfully. “Don’t pass out on me, or I’m
leaving you out here to freeze to death!” He shoved Ken inside and went stumbling
towards a little fireplace set in a corner. Ken stood a little dazedly, looking
around, feeling a bit lost – when he spotted a bed in a corner of the one room
cottage. He went to it and started painfully dragging it closer. It was humid
and cold and Ken was shivering too much to drag the bed much further than the
middle of the room.

“Scheisse!” he heard the German
curse and he turned to find him huddled near the fireplace, teeth chattering so
loud he would probably end up with a migraine. He was trying to light a torn
piece of newspaper with a lighter, but his hands were shaking too hard for him
to make the paper connect with the flame from the lighter. Finally, he managed
it, and he put the flaming newspaper into the fireplace where random pieces of
wood and books and even an empty cereal box were waiting

Ken took his shirt off just as
Schuldig turned back towards him. He undid the orange sweater next, throwing
both onto the floor. He heard more than he saw Schuldig walk towards him. “You
should take off your clothes too. They’re wet; you won’t be able to warm up.”

“Are you inviting me to bed,
Siberian?” the telepath inquired mockingly.

Ken growled, undoing his jeans and
toeing his boots off. “Shut up! Ever heard of hypothermia, you moron?! If you
wanna catch it, it’s your problem.” He wriggled out of his jeans and boxers and
went under the dusty covers as soon as he could, shivering violently.

Schuldig laughed. “No, I don’t want
to catch hypothermia.” He chuckled
and Ken gave him a dirty look, then proceeded to curl into a tight little ball
to keep what little warmth he had left. He heard the rustle of clothes, but he
couldn’t bring himself to care what Schuldig did anymore. The mattress dipped,
the rusty springs groaning in protest and he heard the telepath take a
shivering breath. That was not good. If this kept up, they’d both end up
freezing to death. There was no way
Ken was going to be found naked in bed with his enemy. Even as a corpse, he
wanted some kind of dignity thank you.

Suddenly, one long arm wrapped
around him and he meeped softly, stiffening in the loose embrace. “Shh. Don’t
move.” Schuldig’s voice was right into his ear. Ken shivered again, but he
wasn’t sure it was the cold this time. The man’s chest pressed against his back
was cold too, and he wanted to protest, but Schuldig started rubbing his
shoulder and upper arm and that brought a little heat at least. Slowly, he
started feeling a little warmer. Schuldig was draped over his back, spooning
him, warming him up.

“Why...” His voice was a little
rough and he coughed, trying again. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why did you push me out of the
window?” the German shot right back.

Ken shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. But
I’m supposed to be the good guy; I do stupid things like that.”

Schuldig chuckled. “Well, I might be
a ‘bad guy’, but right now, I’m a cold baddie, so shut up and don’t move.”

Ken tightened the blankets around
himself and let Schuldig warm him up. He had to admit it felt kinda good, even
if it was very odd, having his enemy at his back like that. But he was just too
cold and worn out to care about defending his life right now.

A light touch on his hip interrupted
his thoughts. He tried twisting around to look at the other’s face, but
Schuldig’s arm kept him in place.

“Shh, kitten,” he purred softly and
his fingers caressed Ken’s hip lightly.

The young assassin frowned, shifting
uncomfortably. “Schuldig, what in hell are you doing?!”

“Warming us up,” came the easy
answer; and Ken could swear he heard a chuckle in there. He wasn’t sure he
liked it, or the implication he felt Schuldig was indicating in his touch and
soft whispers. He caught the redhead’s wandering hand and held it a little away
from his hip.

“I think I’m getting warm enough,
Schuldig,” he said in the best cold voice he could manage under the
circumstances – naked as he was and cuddled by his enemy.

“Oh, but I could make you feel so
much warmer,” Schuldig purred in his ear and Ken fought the urge to rub his ear
on his shoulder to get rid of the ticklish sensation he got from the breathy
whisper. Schuldig freed his hand and caressed up the side of Ken’s torso.

The young assassin tensed.
“Schuldig, stop it. I will not sleep
with you.”

The affirmation was met with another
chuckle, and Ken felt something hot and wet tickle his ear. He shivered. His
earlobe was surrounded by sudden warmth and he felt the sharp tug of teeth on
it. He twisted his head around, trying to look at Schuldig right in the eyes
and tell him to stop it, and stop it now; but warm lips descended on his and
all thoughts fled his mind.

Suddenly realizing what was
happening, he tensed, raising his arm to strike back at Schuldig. But the
telepath caught the thought – and his hand. His tongue slid forward, parting
Ken’s lips rather easily considering the fact Ken did not want to be kissing him. Not really anyway. His arm lowered
slowly. Damn, but Schuldig could kiss! His tongue went everywhere, hot and slick and just plain fucking Ken’s mouth.

He found himself groaning softly,
going lax in Schuldig’s embrace. The kiss was everything he could wish for in
his wildest dreams and then some. He couldn’t believe how hot and just
wonderful it felt to be kissed by another man, and not just any man, but his enemy!

The telepath let go of his hand and
Ken let it drop in front of him, fingers curling slightly into the worn sheet
covering the mattress. The kiss ended and Ken was surprised to realize that he
had closed his eyes and that he felt a little dizzy. He blinked, gazing up
quizzically at the German who only grinned and slid his hand forward on Ken’s
hip towards his pelvis.

“Schuldi--,” Ken began, but the
telepath shook his head and took hold of the boy’s cock, stroking it,
surprisingly gentle. Ken’s hand tightened in the sheet and he gasped, letting
his eyelids flutter a bit before finally closing his eyes again. Some distant,
quiet part of his mind was telling him he was supposed to protest a little
more, that he wasn’t supposed to let this happen. Since when did he like men
anyway?

He didn’t. But it didn’t matter at
this point. It felt good and that’s all that he was ready to think of. He
stretched with a groan, his toned, catlike body shuddering softly as Schuldig
pressed his own wiry frame against Ken’s back. There was a hint of teeth
grazing the side of his neck and he moaned, tilting his head. He felt the
redhead’s erection push against his ass and he had a moment of hesitation. But
Schuldig stroked him again and he moaned, deciding to just go with the flow.

He moved his hips tentatively,
pushing into the telepath’s hand and then back to grind his ass against
Schuldig’s hardening member. It was scary, it was arousing, it was…
exhilarating. He soon got caught into a rhythm, writhing languorously against
the Schwarz telepath who hissed softly into his ear.

Schuldig let go of his erection and
Ken groaned in disappointment. He felt movement at his back and sudden cold as
Schuldig bent over the edge of the bed behind him to retrieve something. He was
just about to ask what he was doing when the warmth returned and he felt the
man’s hand caressing his hip again. He suddenly felt very nervous, but he
couldn’t explain why.

“Shh,” he heard Schuldig whisper in
his ear. “Just relax; I’m not going to bite you.” A chuckle. “Unless you like
that kind of thing…”

He purred the last part right in
Ken’s ear and the boy had to restrain a moan. He felt Schuldig’s hand slid from
his hip to his thigh and slipping between his legs. He let Schuldig guide his
leg up and the telepath slid one knee forward.

It left Ken feeling very exposed and
vulnerable, even if they were under the covers. But Schuldig left him no time
to protest, taking Ken’s hand and guiding it to his own erection, indicating he
had to touch himself. Now Ken was not new to self-induced pleasure, but he had
never done anything like this with someone present. But Schuldig wrapped his
hand over Ken’s, guiding him up and down his shaft and Ken let out a shaky
breath that ended into a soft moan.

Schuldig let go of his hand, and Ken
kept on the pace, too far gone into his lust to be bothered with shame and
shyness anymore. He heard a rustle, something like a plastic wrapper being torn
open and soon enough, he felt something cool push at his entrance. He jerked, a
small gasp of surprise escaping his lips, but Schuldig nibbled on his neck,
purring softly into his ear. “Relax, kitten.”

Ken tried.

The finger went deeper in and Ken
shuddered, his hand on his cock faltering. It was both exciting and more than a
little scary, but so, so very hot too. Schuldig moved his finger a bit, and
then pushed a second one in, making Ken wince. It hurt. Not unbearably so, but
just enough to make Ken suddenly afraid of what was to come.

Schuldig ran a hot tongue up the
side of his neck, scissoring his fingers, making Ken hiss, lost somewhere
between pleasure and pain. Too soon, the fingers were gone. “Ready?” Schuldig
breathed in his ear, and Ken wanted to shout “No!” and “Yes!” all at once. He
felt more than he heard the chuckle and then Schuldig was entering him, so deep
and slow, and Ken couldn’t hold back a sob. It hurt – yes; but it was so good,
so hot! It felt so wrong, yet so right, and Ken felt torn between screaming at
the Schwarz telepath to let go of him… or beg him for more.

He bit his lower lip, clenching his
teeth hard enough to break the sensitive skin, and he tasted blood. Schuldig’s
hand guided his thigh a little higher and Ken planted his foot on the mattress
behind the German, the position leaving him completely open. He clenched his
hand tight into the thin bedspread in front of him, his joints turning white.
Schuldig nibbled on his neck, but didn’t move.

For a moment, he could hear nothing
except their rough breathing. He moved his hips slightly and whimpered,
wondering why Schuldig had stopped. The telepath ran a teasing hand on the
inside of his thigh, but still didn’t move, not in the way Ken wanted him to –
yes, he wanted it, wanted it so bad. He whimpered again. He wasn’t supposed to
want this! He wasn’t supposed—

“Please…!” he panted, his voice
cracking pitifully even to his own ears. “Please… don’t stop there! I want… I
need…” He moved his hips slightly, hoping Schuldig would get what he meant and
finally move.

“Oh..?!” He could hear the smirk in the man’s voice, and
he screwed his eyes shut, curling up slightly onto himself in shame. The
movement made the shaft buried in him shift and he couldn’t suppress a moan.
“What do you want, kitten?”

“Oh gods…!” Ken groaned, shuddering
at how Schuldig’s voice sounded, like warm syrupy honey. “I want… I want you…
to move... please! Don’t... Don’t stop now..!!” He shifted his hips again and
gasped. Schuldig still didn’t move. What more did he want?! Did he want Ken to beg? He would. By all the gods, he would!!

Ken sobbed harshly, desperation
creeping into his voice. “Please, please, please,
Schuldig!! Move, please, just do it, I need it so bad!” His words came out in
harsh gasps, jumbled, tripping all over one another. “I can’t stand this, why
aren’t you moving, it’s too much, I can’t stand this, I need more, it’s not
enough, gods, why won’t you move?! Just do it, please…” He sobbed. “Fuck me!”

Schuldig’s hand suddenly tightened
on his thigh, spreading him as wide as he would go. He thrust forward, so
suddenly that Ken cried out in surprise, ending the shout into a deep moan. He
heard Schuldig hiss softly. “Again.” The telepath’s breath was hot in his ear
as he uttered the short command.

Ken moaned. “Fuck me, Schuldig,
please!”

And Schuldig thrust again, jolting
him forward.

“Again!”

But Ken didn’t need to be told
anymore. He moved against the German telepath, pushing back against each of his
thrusts, begging him to fuck him, take him, harder, faster, more, more, more!
He gasped and groaned and moaned, feeling heat pooling at his navel, like
molten lava burning hot. Schuldig’s arm was wrapped possessively around his
waist and he could hear him groan softly, face buried in the side of Ken’s
neck.

Ken let go of the sheet, wrapping
his hand around his own cock again, and he cried out, tugging on it, seeking
release with near-desperation as Schuldig’s thrusts increased in strength. The
telepath’s breath tickled the fine hair at the nape of his neck, his soft growl
vibrating against his skin. He nipped at the indent of Ken’s shoulder, and the
younger man moaned throatily. He ran his tongue over the spot and blew on it,
before latching to it, sucking hard.

Ken felt like he was going to go mad
with pleasure. His hand moved on his shaft, trying to match the mad rhythm of
Schuldig’s hard cock inside him. He felt him move, the redhead’s hand going to
his hips, grasping them hard enough to bruise as he drove harder into him. Ken
groaned and shifted, and suddenly, it felt like something fractured inside him,
exploding into a myriad of colors behind his eyelids. He gasped, letting his
breath out into a harsh sob as Schuldig drove into him again.

From then on, it only went harder
and faster, spiraling madly into a sexual frenzy that was nearly animalistic.
There was no right, no wrong anymore; no Weiss, no Schwarz, no allies, no
enemies. There was only lust and desire and raw need pushing him back against
Schuldig, skin gliding against hot skin, moans and soft groans escaping his
lips one after the other, his hand moving faster and faster.

And suddenly, it was too much, he
couldn’t take anymore. He came with a cry, Schuldig’s name nearly escaping his
lips, but he shut his mouth tight over it and ended up with a strangled moan
instead. Schuldig tore his mouth away from his shoulder, cursing as Ken
tightened around him.

He thrust again, rocking them
forward and Ken gasped, bringing his hand forward to stop himself from falling
over the edge of the bed. He pushed back against the German telepath,
tightening around him and hearing the other hiss. A few more thrusts and he
cursed hotly in Ken’s ear, spending himself deep into the younger assassin.
Their movements slowed down to a stop and for a while they just laid there,
trying to catch their breaths.

Then Schuldig pulled away and the spell
was broken. Ken lay quietly, eyes open in the darkening room – the fire was
dying – staring ahead, but his mind was on the man at his back. He could still
feel the heat radiating from his body. But suddenly… it wasn’t so comforting
anymore. He felt like he needed to say something, yet he dreaded breaking the
silence. Finally, his eyes drifted shut and he fell asleep, without having said
a word.

When he woke up the next day,
Schuldig had disappeared and he could nearly believe he had dreamed the whole
thing, if not for the soreness of his body…

… and a dark hickey marring his tan
shoulder.

~Owari
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