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Domesticity	By : pkabyssinian Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Domesticity

Author: pkabyssinian

Email:pkabyssinian@gmail.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Schuldich/Aya

Disclaimer: I’m still not Koyasu. So… I guess that means that I don’t own these boys. Poo. But I promise to return them in good working order if I’m not sued.

Author Notes: I wanted to write something that to prove to the husband that I’d use the new laptop to write while we were traveling. Heh. =) This is set post Kapital, and you can either pretend that Gluhen happened (excluding the stabby ending) or skip it all together. This isn’t beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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Aya stood shivering for a moment on the grey streets of New York City. For the hundredth time he wondered why he had agreed to be brought to this country, this city. He hated the general rudeness of Americans, their innate belief that they were intrinsically better than everyone else. There were as many dark beasts here as there had been in Tokyo, in Berlin, in any city in the world that Kritiker had sent him.
Of course, it wasn’t Kritiker’s fault that he was here, it was his own. Well, mostly his own. Schuldich was the one who had suggested this concrete jungle, full of beasts darker than themselves that they could exploit. The wily German had used his telepathy to instantly make them both masters of the English language, something that Aya still found rather disconcerting. Now Schuldich used his accursed Gift to find them work.
The dark crimson of his hair obscured his vision for a moment, the short locks being blown every which way by the midwinter wind. For a heartbeat Aya wished for the heavy weight of his braid, shorn off long ago.
You can always grow it back, Schuldich chirruped in his mind. With a mental snarl Aya pushed the nosy red-head from his thoughts and imagined his partners green eyes narrowing in pique.
With a heavy sigh he realized that he was being petty and reached out, as best he could, and tried to pull Schuldich back into his thoughts. Both he and the telepath had been grumpy recently, it was hard knowing that they could never go home. Harder still was the diamond-bright knowledge that they were stuck with each other. To be certain, they had chosen this life, yet still the enforced isolation rubbed at them both.
Since Aya wasn’t a telepath Schuldich’s elusive mind evaded him. Great. The German would be a pissy bitch by the time Aya returned to the small, rat infested apartment that they were renting. With a wistful almost prayer Aya wished that his partner were less emotional and slightly more logical. It would make Aya’s life easier.
Feeling a twinge of remorse Aya went to the little deli a few blocks from their hovel and bought take out. Most of the food here seemed too strong for his senses, yet Aya enjoyed the meat pastries that he bought here. Schuldich, with stronger appetites, wanted exotic foods seasoned with intense spices. Perhaps that’s what made the orange haired man such a handful.
With hot food and a bottle of soda, Aya trudged up the dark stairwell that led to their three room apartment. The faded wallpaper in the hallway was hanging in dull tan strips from most of the walls and only three of light bulbs gave any illumination. The paper thin wood of their door was a joke, yet Aya and Schuldich were both methodical about locking it. So, Aya was forced to juggle the paper bag with their dinner while fishing for his keys. Both he and his German partner knew this was an act, one they both played. Looking normal meant less eyes on them, less questions.
They already stood out enough as it was, neither man was drab and the fact that they paid their weekly rent ahead of time and usually in monthly increments meant that they would shine like a beacon in their landlord’s thoughts. Estet was supposedly defeated, but they knew better than to believe it. Even if they were, Kritker was still alive and well. Mamoru was a liar - Aya knew that the new, young Persia would never let him go. Not willingly at least.
Once inside the battered door, Aya kicked it shut and threw the inner locks one handed. Tossing the bag on the grungy kitchen table he padded to the bedroom to look for Schuldich. Surprisingly, the other man was no where to be found. He was probably out pouting. Wandering back to the combined living room and kitchen he undid the top two deadbolts, leaving the door locked with the simple one on the handle. He stuffed the German’s food into the tiny refrigerator and began to wolf down his own pastries. The meat and vegetables were still warm and Aya savored it as if it were fine dining.
Through being a bitch? Schuldich injected into his head. The question was dripping with sarcasm and left Aya feeling like his synapses were being twisted.
Yes, dear, he replied with his normal nonchalance. Schuldich barked laughter into Aya’s mind before throwing open their door.
“You always have to make an entrance, don’t you?” Aya asked, boredom seeping into his tone.
Only for you, Schuldich mentally replied while blowing Aya a kiss.
“Remember the house rules,” Aya chastened, his violet eyes darkening with anger. He knew Schuldich was simply trying to get a rise out of him, it was what the German did best after all.
“No mind fucking while in the apartment. Why is that again?” Schuldich asked out loud using perfect Japanese.
“Because I said so. I’m not Crawford to put up with your petty bullshit,” Aya reminded him, a careful barb hidden in his words.
“I would never think you were… Bradley never let me fuck him senseless,” Schuldich answered breezily, a cruel smile on his lips. The tall German stalked over to Aya and wrapped his arms around Aya’s neck from behind. The warm weight of Schuldich helped to dissipate the last of chill from Aya’s bones. As usual, Aya felt the fleeting pinprick of guilt, Schuldich shouldn’t have so much power over him.
But you love it, the German smugly implanted into Aya’s head. Instead of yelling again Aya gave a ‘harumph’ before returning to his meal. With his normal nosy efficiency Schuldich pulled the knowledge of his own cooling dinner from Aya’s mind and retrieved the spicy curry from the fridge.
“It’s going to taste like shit since you put it in there,” Schuldich complained, his voice raising and becoming whiny.
“Then you should have been home,” was Aya’s indifferent answer.
“I was getting us more work. People are hearing about us,” Schuldich replied nonchalantly. It was up to the German to drum up business for them, they were fairly diverse taking on everything from assassinations to general detective work. Aya refused to have anything to do with the business end, it had never been his strong suit and he saw no reason to interfere when Schuldich was good at it and had an added advantage. With his telepathy Schuldich could tell if the client would pay them, what the back story was, and how truthful the client was in their dealings.
“And?”
“I told them no, but I don’t think you’ll like it,” Schuldich said after a brief hesitation.
“Then don’t tell me,” Aya decided for them, it was better not to know. If it was something that might compromise them Schuldich wouldn’t have given him the unspoken offer of a choice.
“Are you sure?” It was rare that Schuldich would hound him after Aya had made a decision. With a sure knowledge, Aya knew that it had something to do with his past. Weiss or Aya-chan, he could have no contact with either. Better to remain ignorant.
“Keep it to yourself. I know you’ll keep your eyes open for me,” Aya told him softly, his own violet orbs inscrutable behind his bangs.
Schuldich placed a gentle hand on Aya’s shoulder, the warmth seeping through the cable sweater Aya was wearing. For the millionth time Aya wondered how the German managed to generate so much heat.
It’s my Talent, metabolism runs higher, Schuldich answered mentally, his mouth full of rapidly cooling curry. Aya glared at the red-head for a moment before softening his expression into an almost smile. Schuldich winked at Aya when he saw it, he was one of the few to ever discern the truth behind that expression.
After Schuldich finished eating and washing down the spice food with most of the soda he plopped himself down on the ragged couch that took up most of the remaining space in the combined living room, kitchen, and dining area. Aya was perched at the far end of the old couch, sharpening his new katana. Schuldich had never asked, never pried the information, of the lost sword from Aya. He was a creature of the present and did his best to pretend that the past had never happened. He also knew that the memories of Aya’s former teammates distressed the quiet swordsman on a level that Aya himself was unwilling to admit to.
“Neh, Aya, I’m bored,” Schuldich said with malicious slowness.
“So?”
“Entertain me?” the German purred, his emerald eyes slitted and smoky.
With a sharp look at his partner Aya stood and walked toward the tiny bedroom that their apartment housed. His slanted eyes were full of his own mischief and Schuldich watched him carefully. With graceful movements Aya wandered out of Schuldich’s line of sight and disappeared into the dark bedroom.
With a quickness that few could track Schuldich was off the couch and following, drawn by the last heated glance Aya had offered him. For some reason this room was always cooler than the others and Aya had stripped off the sweater he had been wearing earlier. Underneath was a thin, black t-shirt that clung to the man’s torso and was tucked into the black jeans that hugged Aya‘s lean legs. His feet were mismatched, one still had a sock on but the other one had been abandoned. Schuldich gave an animalistic growl and wrapped his arms around the shorter man in an impromptu hug.
“Always with the touching,” Aya groused, a thread of humor injected in the otherwise blasé tone.
“Perhaps it’s just because I can’t keep my hands off of you, kitten,” Schuldich murmured into Aya’s crimson hair. With a quick twist Aya squirmed out of Schuldich’s embrace and cocked an eyebrow at his partner.
“I have to get ready,” Aya cautioned, but there was no petulance in his voice. This, then, was a game that Schuldich knew how to play.
“Not yet,” Schuldich rasped before grabbing Aya and molding back the shorter man to the front his body. He dipped his head to breathe into Aya’s left ear, the air ghosting against the cool earring. With a slight twist of his head Aya leaned against Schuldich’s shoulder, offering the curve of his neck to the other man.
With deliberate care Schuldich nibbled down the pale column, being far too gentle for Aya’s liking. Aya’s whimper deepened into a growl as Schuldich continued his delicate trace work of kisses. When the German had completed his trail down and back again he sunk his white teeth into the tender flesh just below Aya’s ear. The red-head gave a squeal, a noise that seemed at total odds with his rough demeanor. Schuldich gave a wide grin into the hollow where jaw met neck.
“Tease,” Aya gasped out, sounding not at all unhappy about it.
“Must be why you keep me around,” Schuldich responded in a low rumble that shivered across Aya’s skin. With light fingers Schuldich slid his hands beneath Aya’s t-shirt, skimming across the already cooling skin.
Turning like a fish Aya spun around to face Schuldich, his arms twining around the German’s neck sensuously. It was always like this, the total surrender of his body and will to the taller man. Schuldich nuzzled at the corner of Aya’s mouth before nipping at his lips. The kiss was chaste and Aya showed his disapproval of it with a low growl and a tightening of his arms around Schuldich’s neck.
“I thought you had to get ready,” Schuldich whispered with intensity, teasing Aya further.
“You told me I had time,” Aya responded as he slid one hand into Schuldich’s hair. With a not so gentle tug he pulled the German’s mouth over his own and forced his tongue into Schuldich’s mouth. The taller man gave a slight whimper before returning the kiss.
This, Aya admitted silently, this was why he left his home to follow this wayward German across the cold sea. The heat and power that jumped between them, causing sparks to dance over Aya’s skin. Schuldich abandoned his mouth to pull the tight shirt over Aya’s head and with a sensuous sigh the taller man rubbed his cheek against the flat planes of Aya’s stomach.
“Weak, this is weakness,” Schuldich scolded them both, his fingers pulling at the button to Aya’s jeans.
“Hush,” Aya responded. It was as if he had a fever, everything seemed distorted and slightly out of focus.
Schuldich continued to tug and pull until Aya’s jeans were a shadowy blackness against the floor and the taller man tumbled them into the narrow bed. Aya began to tug at Schuldich’s clothing, slightly petulant that the other man wasn’t naked yet.
Wriggling like a puppy Schuldich managed to divest himself of his garments and wrapped his arms around Aya while his legs tangled with the Japanese man’s. For a moment he simply held Aya close, then he plunged his own mind into the calm pool that was Aya and linked their senses while deciphering what Aya would want from him.
“You’re supposed to ask before you do that,” Aya grumbled as his senses became hyper aware of the long length of Schuldich.
“Sorry, just excited,” Schuldich murmured back, his hips thrusting forward to poke Aya with his erection. Aya smiled into Schuldich’s neck at the obvious display.
With trembling hands Schuldich skimmed over the milk-white skin of his partner, hovering over old scars and deftly avoiding the ticklish areas. For a moment he was lost in the simply play of skin over skin but Aya gently reminded him why there were there by sliding his thigh against Schuldich’s cock.
“Why?” Schuldich asked and Aya remained silent, not sure what questions Schuldich was asking him. Even if he did understand, silence was the most likely answer. If his partner really wanted to know then Schuldich would pull the information from Aya’s mind directly.
Glancing at the nearby clock, the red numbers warning Schuldich that time was short. He rose up on the bed and knelt between Aya’s legs, then cupped both of his hands around Aya’s iron-hard erection. Schuldich massaged it gently, enjoying the breathless sounds that Aya whimpered out, then without warning he released the shorter man.
“Damn you,” Aya cursed, his mind and hands reaching out toward Schuldich. It felt good, to be wanted. It made Schuldich feel complete, something that had been lacking since he was ten years old.
“It’s all about timing, honey,” Schuldich told Aya airily and with slickened fingers he pushed into Aya. The other man gave a gasp then his face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as he fought to keep his body still. Schuldich could feel just how much Aya wanted to grind his hips just so but was struggling against the instinct.
For a few moments Schuldich stretched Aya, enjoying how much pleasure Aya took in the gentle contact. It was almost like a benediction for what was coming next. Schuldich slid backwards slightly and began to slather the cool lubricant on his throbbing erection, he would preferred that Aya do this for him but knew that tonight he wouldn’t be able to handle it. There was already too much sensation and he couldn’t risk sensory overload.
Easing forward again he pushed the blunt head of his cock into Aya, enjoying the give and slight resistance. He strangled a moan, a habit he had formed during Estet training. Aya reached out and twisted his nipple hard in retaliation, forcing the noise from him. Aya demanded that Schuldich show his pleasure. After a moment he was fully sheathed in Aya, their minds were completely linked and he could see clearly what his partner wanted, but out of perversity Schuldich remained still. He was waiting for Aya to say it.
“Fuck me, goddamn you!” Aya finally hissed, his face was set in a rictus of almost pain from being denied pleasure. With a sure and easy swivel of his hips Schuldich began to slide in and out of Aya and he grinned as the smaller man closed his eyes. For a moment he pulled his cock almost the whole way out, using only the sensitive head to tease at Aya’s entrance before slamming back in. This caused Aya to shiver, his whole body shuddering in enjoyment.
Schuldich leaned over for a moment, halting his thrusting to grab his partners hand and guide it to Aya’s cock. Aya breath hissed out of him as his eye’s flew open, but he understood. Aya’s hand wrapped around his own cock and began to pump up and down, matching the new pace Schuldich was setting. The gentleness from earlier was abandoned as Schuldich rammed in and out of Aya and the shorter swordsman was enjoying every moment of it.
Before long, Aya began to toss his head back and forth, his bottom lip was caught firmly by his upper teeth. Schuldich felt the muscles in his lower back relax, this was a sure sign that Aya was close. Which meant that Schuldich could release his own control. He thrust in as hard as he could and watched as Aya began to moan, one more hard thrust and Schuldich felt his orgasm flow out of him, liquid fire playing along all of his nerves. For a moment he froze, the intense sensations overwhelming him then he gave a few more weak thrusts to prolong the pleasure before he fell gasping on top of Aya.
Schuldich shifted the lower half of his body over and began kissing Aya’s neck as his hand reached for Aya’s still hard cock. His larger hand wrapped around Aya’s and they both began pumping Aya’s erection. Aya pulled Schuldich’s head up so that he could kiss the German, which was Aya’s undoing. His hips began to gyrate erratically and soon hot liquid splashed against Schuldich’s arm and side. The German could feel the aftershocks from the orgasm sliding over Aya’s nervous system and it was enough to make his own flaccid cock throb.
Schuldich tangled his clean hand in Aya’s hair, forcing Aya to look at him. His verdant eyes bored into Aya’s purple ones, conveying a wealth of emotion that neither were willing to voice. After a few moments of quiet introspection Aya slid away from Schuldich, his cheeks flushed.
“I have to clean up now,” Aya complained, but his voice held only satisfaction and satiation. He pulled himself from their supine position and walked on unsteady legs toward the bathroom. Before he got too far away, Schuldich lazily reached out and smacked Aya’s ass. A rumbling growl was the only response, which made Schuldich smile.
As Aya performed his washing Schuldich retrieved the newest incarnation of Aya’s mission gear. With a reverence that seemed at odds with his character he placed Aya’s katana near the long leather trench coat before checking that his teammate’s gun was loaded and functioning properly. Aya had showered quickly, and was toweling his hair dry distractedly as he surveyed his clothes.
“Where will you be?”
“Upper office building, a floor above you. Are you sure you can hear me well enough? We can revert to the comm system if you need to,” Schuldich asked, a thread of worry making his voice sound nasally.
“No, I can hear you just fine. I just can’t send worth shit,” Aya mused, an almost smile hovering around his lips. There was also an unspoken promise that he would push himself until he could make the telepath hear him. It was already amazing what the red-head could do, in only four months he had already surpassed any ability that Schwartz had had with Schuldich.
“As you say,” Schuldich grumped, unwilling to sound like a nagging wife. Almost as if Aya could hear the thought he flashed one of his rare smiles at Schuldich.
With speedy efficiency the German readied the apartment for their return. A small medical kit was placed with careless ease on the kitchen table and fresh towels perched near the sink. With a calculating eye Schuldich decided what else might be needed. Just as Aya was ready to leave, Schuldich was pleased with his handiwork.
“Maa, you’re such a good little domestic,” Aya mocked solemnly, a flash of humor lighting his dark eyes.
Schuldich snarled half heartedly, but placed a light hand at the small of Aya’s back to let the other man know he wasn’t truly displeased with the statement. With a small smirk Schuldich admitted to himself that the wasn’t unhappy with the idea. A place to call home, someone who would wait for him. It was another one of those undefined feelings that Schuldich felt was best to leave alone… some things didn’t bear up under scrutiny.
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