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Paradise

By Carter Tachikawa

Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz belongs to
Koyasu Takehito

Pairing: Schuldig x Ken/Ken x Schu
(pick one)

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17.
You have been warned. Also this is a deathfic and there is some OOC-ness on Schuldig’s
behalf. If it’s not your cup of joe, well, that’s what the back button is there
for.

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I knew about this for months but this was the first time I
was going there. I hate hospitals. Too much sadness surrounds them. I sometimes
end up hearing thoughts about people losing loved ones or having to face their
death. Much as I hate to admit it, it’s painful. But these thoughts are at
their worst when they come from the one you love.

That’s
what was happening to me. My lover came down with a sudden illness one day. No
one knew how or why but it happened. He (yes, he. I’m in love with a
man) just collapsed on the ground and started coughing up blood. His friends
didn’t know what to do. When they took him to a doctor, the terrible truth came
out. He had to be put in a hospital and has been there ever since. They ran
tests and whatnot but to no avail. So he’s still there and he’s losing the
fight.

Now
I shouldn’t care. After all, it’s a lover. I could always get another one, right?
But I can’t do that. Maybe in the past I would have been able to do such a
thing but not now. I didn’t know too much about this disease except that it
wasn’t tuberculosis or cancer. It came from somewhere and people had been
catching it. Every victim of this disease died. For that reason alone, I’m
getting more scared. Odd, huh? Nasty, old Schuldig is worrying about someone.
More specifically, he’s worrying about Ken from Weiß. That’s right, Ken
is my lover. He’s been my lover for a very long time. Why I fell for him I
can’t say. I guess I saw and felt something that wasn’t there before. We got
together one night and everything clicked. Then everyone else found out and,
surprisingly enough, was okay with it. But that didn’t mean things were okay,
no. Though both Schwarz and Weiß know about our relationship, our teammates are
still enemies. We have to do everything with caution. We saw each other
whenever we had free time and when the others were out of the way. Then he fell
ill and now I was ready to fall apart.

Finally,
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see him. But first, I had to tell Crawford
where I was going. Out of all the Schwarz members, he’s the one who first found
about Ken and me. Plus he is also our unofficial leader. He was relaxing his room,
which is right next to mine, when I stepped in.

“Crawford?”

He
looked up. When I call him ‘Crawford’, he knows I mean business. “I’m going to
see him. I have to.”

He
was silent for a while before nodding. I nodded back, scooped my car keys off
the counter, and started to head out the door.

“Ken?”
I whispered, knocking on the door first. Then I stepped in to see my lover
lying on that bed, pale like talcum powder. His brown eyes had lost the glow
the once had in them. I hated the way he looked like a living corpse. Damn
diseases! Whd thd they have to strike innocent people like Ken? Of course, he
wasn’t completely innocent. He killed people. Still…

“Schuldig?
Is that you?” A voice pierced through the darkness. I realized he was awake.

“Yes,
baby, it’s me.” I nodded and sat down next to him. Running my hands through his
hair, I wanted to fall apart. God, this was what my lover was reduced to?

“You
know you’re not supposed to be here.” He muttered. The way he was pouting made
him look like a pissed off kitten.

“Well,
I’m not going to spend Valentine’s Day alone, baby.” I said. And I meant it. Moyfroyfriend was dying and I was going to spend this important night by myself.
Hell no. While he’s still alive, we might as well spend Valentine’s Day
together.

Of
course, Ken may not die. He’s a guy who can fight when the odds are
against him. Just cause everyone was saying he didn’t have long to live didn’t
mean he would lose this battle. No, he wouldn’t. I normally don’t care about
miracles but Ken is the type of person who would be blessed with one. At least,
I hoped he would be.

You’re
going to be all right, baby. I told him telepathically. You’ll see. You’ll get
better and things will go back to the way they were.

But
what if they don’t?
He asked me. Face it, Schuldig. My number is up. We won’t share another
Valentine’s Day like the one we had last year.

For
a moment, I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Then it hit me. He was
talking about the first time we spent Valentine’s Day together! Oh God, I still
remember that night. Who knows what we were thinking? That night’s as clear as
raindrops in my mind. Only then did I realize that today was also Valentine’s
Day and I hadn’t bought anything for my lover.

“Sorry.”
I whispered. “I forgot to buy you something. I mean, it is Valentine’s Day…”

“Why
bother?” He asked. “I won’t be able to use whatever you give me cause I will
be…”

I
couldn’t take it when he went about his disease like this. “Stop it, baby!
Stop! I hate it when you say things like that.”

And
he did stop talking. He knew he had hurt me and he knew why. “Sorry.”

I
shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. What do you want me to do in place of a
gift?”

Ken
thought for a few minutes before he spoke.

“Tell
me the story. Tell me how you and I spent Valentine’s Day last year.” He said
eagerly, rolling over to his side so he faced me. His face was glowing like a
little boy about to receive candy. Even in the darkness, I could see a light
twinkling in those pretty brown eyes. I wanted to melt right then and there.

“You
sure you want me to?” I managed to ask. “Wouldn’t you rather tell it?”

He
nodded. “Of course I want you to tell me. Tell me the story of how we found
paradise that night. Plus you’re a better storyteller. You remember all the
juicy parts.”

I
wasn’t sure whether he meant ‘juicy’ as in the sweetest parts of our night or
as in the parts where we “got down to business”. Maybe he meant both. Needless to say, I wasn’t one to disappoint
my lover. Disappoint my teammates, yes. Disappoint my lover, no.

“Okay.”
I agreed, patting his hand. It was cold, reminding me that he seriously was ill
and that he probably didn’t have a chance of living. Holding back a sob, I
began to recount our story.

“This
took place a long time ago, after you and I got together…”

* *
*

(FLASHBACK)

“Where
are we going?” Ken demanded as I dragged him out of the car. I felt a little
guilty (hey, my name does mean ‘guilty’) of taking him out of bed and bringing
him halfway across the country. I purposely did wait till this late though. I
knew all the other kittens would be asleep at the shop. So I called him and
told him to get dressed because we were going somewhere. He did as he was told
without questioning me. I picked him up and then took him here. ‘Here’ was
actually a motel situated between two towns. This was actually a quieter,
darker part of Japan. The motel itself wasn’t that trashy looking. In fact,
painted all white and blue, it looked too nice to be a motel. Of course, I knew
better.

“Don’t
tell me you’re getting cold feet, sweetheart.” I said, still pulling him
towards the building. “I’d hate to spend Valentine’s Day with a pissed off
kitten. Not my idea of a fun time.”

Ken
was not convinced with my answer.

“Look.”
He said, half-annoyed. We both stopped in the middle of the parking lot and Ken
went into his little speech. I stood there and listened as he spewed out
whatever emotions he was feeling. “You
bought me here because it was ‘important business’. You told me that both Weiß
and Schwarz were going to be left out it, that it was between you and me. Well,
we’ve going around for about an hour and you still haven’t told me what you
want. So spit it out. Why are we here?”

“I
love you.” I said honestly. “And I want to prove that to you. I remember you
asking me about what Paradise is like. Well, I’m going to show you.”

“Then
do it.” He said, taking off his clothes and throwing them to the floor. I had
to wipe the drool from my mouth when I saw his body. My God, this guy was in
perfect shape. I knew he was athletic but damn! That body looked like it
belonged to a Greek god. My hands were aching to touch it. “Do what we came here to do. Show me
Paradise.”

“Don’t
rush me, kitten. I’m a man who takes his time.” I slowly began to take my
clothes off and dropped them next to his. Then I pulled the sheets off the bed
and got in. Slowly, Ken followed my example. Once together in bed, we began to
kiss. The lips, the nose, the cheeks…named it and I planted a wet one on it. I
began caresses his body and then getting him under me. So far, things looked
good. I was glad I was going to be dominant first.

I
began running my tongue from his navel up to his chest. His skin is smooth like
cream and I have no trouble licking him. I was slightly disappointed though;
his skin tasted salty, not sweet as I hoped. But he has lovely curves and it
makes it easy for my tongue to makes its way across his body. As I keep licking
my way to the top, my cock starts to throb. It’s a good kind of pain. I think
Farfarello would be pleased to hear about it.

“Siberian,
darling?” I purred, pressing down on him.

“Hmm?”
He managed to say. He was still breathing hard from the licking.

“Are
you enjoying this so far?” I murmured, rubbing my face into his body and
licking his chest. Then I looked up to see he was very disappointed. “What,
baby?”

“You
stopped just to ask me that?”

He
answered the question with a question. In other words, he wanted me to keep
going. He was disappointed that I actually paused for a few minutes. I grabbed
his penis as if to answer.

Can
I put your mind at ease, love? I asked telepathically. Letting out a soft cry, he
nodded. Then I began singing telepathically to him. He started humming along
and moaning. My own penis brushed against his, causing his to cringe. He
grabbed me and began kissing me again. I returned that kiss and felt something
happen. My legs kicked off the few blankets that I neglected to get rid off the
first time. Our bodies ted ted and turned, covering each other with sweat and
god knows what else. Wet spots were forming all over that bed, enough of them
to give the cleaning women a field day. Some of my hair stuck to the nape of my
neck and I finally threw the pillows off. They were getting in the way.

“Keep
at it, love.” Ken wheezed. But he was probably tired because I woke him up
early, not cause of the sex. From the way he was making those cute sounds, I
had to keep going on. Tonight was a night that I wouldn’t deny my lover a
thing. I think he was crying too but out of joy. The pain we were feeling was
good pain after all.

I
ran my thumb down his penis and he let out a moan. It was kind of cute. He’s
like the kitten he is, meowing whenever something pleases him. And from the way
he squirmed and moaned, I knew I was pleasing him. One way or another, I was
pleasing him. Then I touched the end of his penis and pressed it. A small drop
appeared on my thumb and I stared at it. Then I pressed my index finger against
that thumb and tried to rub it off. I
couldn’t.

Then
I felt his hands grasping my buttocks and realized he was pulling me closer.
Fingernails digging into my ass, I winced. Wow, he had the ability to be domineering
too. I felt an orgasm coming on and I didn’t hold back. I let it all go in a
single gush and moaned. Ken started to laugh.

“Feisty,
aren’t you?” He ran his fingers through my wet hair.

“I
suppose…” I started to say but never finished. He pulled me even closer and
kissed me. I returned it, wrapping my arms around his body. I hope he didn’t
mind that I had sticky skin. I was sweating hard but didn’t want to clean
myself. He flipped me over and did pretty much the same thing. Ooh, he has a scratchy
tongue for a kitten. I don’t know why I didn’t notice this till now. I guess I
kinda expected a kitten like him to be gentle. But he wasn’t. I felt another
orgasm come on and I let it all out again. This time, I didn’t moan. I liked
how it felt. I think I got some on the bed too but it wasn’t that bad.

“More,
baby, more!” I moaned.

“Of
course, love. Anything for you.” Was his response. My lips found his right
nipple and began licking that as well. I even nibbled on it and he cried out.

“A
little gentler, love. I think I felt your teeth.”

“Sorry.”
I muttered. I moved over to the left nipple now and was gentle. Forget the fact
I was having orgasms every three seconds. Forget the fact that bed is soaked
with our sweat, cum, and whatnot. We were having fun. We were celebrating
Valentine’s Day like never before. More importantly, we were doing this cause
we wanted to. Ken loved me or else he’d probably never have agreed to this.
Even if he didn’t figure out my intentions immediately, he’d kill me the moment
we got to the motel. But he wanted Paradise and I was giving it to him. Through
all the moaning, licking, and sex, I was showing him how wonderful Paradise
was.

And
then we were done. After four hours of hard and soft sex, we were done. I peeled
myself off that smelly, dirty bed and I sighed happily. What a night we had.

Ken
watched as I got up and looked disappointed. “We’re done?”

“Yes.
We’re done for now. I’m tired and you’re tired. I took you straight out of bed
and over here, after all.” I picked my clothes off the floor and beginning
slipping into my shirt. “Besides, I’d rather finish what we started back at
home. I hate spending the night in a trashy place like this.”

“Then
why did you pick it?” He asked, picking up his own clothes and starting to put
them on.

“I
don’t know, babe. It seemed like a good place to have. Just not to spend the
night in.”

I
realized that was a stupid response but it was the best one I could come up
with at the moment. Ken didn’t say anything about it though. Instead, he went
about putting his clothes back on. Personally, I liked him better naked but
he’s just as beautiful with something covering that perfectly toned body.

“Was
that what Paradise is like?” He asked.

I
nodded, pulling my pants up. “Yeah. That’s what Paradise is like.”

He
leaned over and whispered in my ear. “You’ll take me back there again next
Valentine’s Day, won’t you?”

I
kissed him. “Yes, love. I hope you can wait till then.”

After
that, we spent a few more minutes kissing before walking out of that hotel room
and heading down to my car. I don’t know if he knew it but I promised that
someday, preferably same day next year, I would bring him back here. I wanted
us to spend another Valentine’s Day in Paradise. And I wanted it to be better
then the first time.

(END
FLASHBACK)

* *
*

“And
that night was the best night of my life.” I concluded. “I used to think
Valentine’s Day was a waste of time, just thrown in there to make most people
feel miserable. I go around and hear thoughts of people who have been love. I
hear thoughts from people who never found love and I hear thoughts from those
who lost it. It’s very annoying.”

Ken
managed to smile at me. “But you changed your mind that night, love.”

“Yeah.”
I whispered. “We both changed our minds actually. We found paradise.”

I
couldn’t take it anymore.

“I
love you, Ken.” I said. Then I placed a
kiss on his forehead. “I have to go, sweetheart. I think we spent way too much
time together.”

“I
didn’t mind.” He whispered.

“Baby,
I love you.” I said again. I felt a tear start to trickle down my cheek and
brushed it aside. I never cried about anything like this. Then again, I’ve
never felt love like this or had such wonderful sex as I did last year. The
thought of never having this feeling again after he was gone yanked my
heartstrings hard.

“I
know you do. Don’t worry about me. I won’t forget tonight either even if it
meant not making love to you.” He whispered, kissing my hand. “You better go
now. The rest of Schwarz probably worries about you though they probably never
show it.”

He
has no idea how right he is on that. I nodded, kissed him one more time, and
began backing away from his bed.

“Goodbye,
Schuldig.” He said as I put my hand on the doorknob. Holding back the tears, I
turned around to face him. He smiled sadly, accepting whatever fate lay ahead.
I knew I had to do the same.

I
love you. Whatever happens will happen. But don’t give up all your hope. His thoughts were saying.

“I’ll
try not to. Goodbye, Ken.” I whispered back. Then I turned the doorknob,
stepped out of the room, and walked out of the hospital. As soon as I got into
my car, I burst into tears. What was the use in coming back here again? I knew
I was losing him. I didn’t want to put up with any more grief. I couldn’t see
him anymore.

Whatever
happens will happen. But don’t give up all your hope.

He
was right. I couldn’t give up hope. He could make it. He was strong. I had to
have faith in him. I had to believe he’d pull through. When he did get better,
I’d go see him again and we’d have more magical nights like Valentine’s Day
last year. I would take him to Paradise. That’s the only promise I’m making now
that I intend to keep till I die. Getting my strength back, I turned the
ignition key, backed out of thrkinrking space, and drove back home. I was
confident again. I had hope he would make it out of this alive. That’s just the
kind of guy Ken is; never gives up without a fight. Knowing him, he was going
to live.

And
that night was the best night of my life…

The
next morning, Crawford told me that he had a premonition where Ken had passed
away in the hospital. Two hours later, I found out that he did.

~OWARI~

Authors
End Notes:
Yes, I realize I killed Ken. Yes, I like Ken. And there was slight OOC-ness on
Schu’s behalf. But I’m sure he’d change after falling in love. Hey, this was
angst and it had explicit sex like I promised. What more did you expect?
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