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Shades of Scarlet	By : pkabyssinian Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shades of Scarlet

Rating: NC-17 for boy sex and my potty mouth.

Pairing: It’s a threesome! Schu, Aya, ‘n Yohji. chee.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I still didn’t own them. Poo. However, I promise not to break them if you promise not to sue. Deal?

A/N: This runs on the supposition that Weiss and Schwartz have been forced into one big happy family. I’m also using it to relieve my need for a sandwich. Woot. And since good things come in three, I’m hoping that this will help get rid of my block so I can finish Guilty Pleasures.

Oh… ~this~ means that Schu is speaking telepathically.

~*~

I watch them, together and yet separate. They move in synchronization, each one completing the other. I might, almost, wish that they would be open and sickly sweet instead of this quiet sureness that has grown between them. I wish that I could blame Persia for this, but it’s not like we didn’t have a choice in the matter. Black and white don’t mix well, the color becomes muddied, no longer clear and crisp.

I hate that Aya shares that small, secretive smile with Schuldich. It used to be he and I who had that unspoken communion between teammates. And that’s what really bothers me, isn’t it? That he and I were teammates and nothing more. I wanted to press and force the issue but I never did. I was too afraid that my advances would force Aya to retreat behind his shell of ice. It was easier to just let things coast along, in an easy manner instead of showing him what I really wanted.

There, they’ve brushed hands again. I can’t concentrate on the mission briefing, any mission briefing, for watching them. They don’t hide what they are, we all know. Schuldich belongs to Aya and Aya belongs to Schuldich. Gives new meaning to sleeping with the enemy. How I hate this. I think I might hate myself more for this bitter jealousy that chokes me. Their heads are leaning towards each other, their hair blends and tangles, as if the individual strands are reaching each for the other.

Without words, their actions draw them together. I don’t know which one is the moth and which is the flame. Just as Aya needs a map, or a pen, or anything; Schuldich has it ready for him before he can ask. They never do anything overt, yet I know. I can tell.

Crawford is giving me ‘the look’ again. I don’t care. He wants me to pay attention, but I can’t. All I can hear is the soft sursurrus of static that drowns out the rest of the world. I am doing my best to not scream. Not make any noise that would draw attention to me. I feel as if I’m drowning, as if my insides are knotting themselves up and all that is left is the shell of me.

I smile wanly as the meeting ends and the rest of the ‘team’ files out of the room. We now have an entire house to hold all of us, state of the art and luxurious by any standard. I bite back another painful noise as Schuldich places one neatly manicured hand at the small of Aya’s back as they leave together. I don’t think Aya even knows I exist anymore. After the room is quiet and I am alone I slump down at the table and rest my forehead against the cool wood. I don’t want to be here.

I want Aya to be mine. I want to be the one to claim him; I want to be the one to pry beneath his harsh exterior to find the man beneath. There are times when my want of him, my need, is painfully overwhelming and I can’t breathe for a moment. And there are also times that I acknowledge with a sharp bleakness that what I want will never matter.

The others are worried about me. I’ve become careless and despondent, almost to the point of Kritiker pulling me from active duty. Once I latch onto something I can’t just let it go, it takes time and effort. Effort is one thing I don’t want to expend right now. I just want to wallow in my misery, enjoying the cruel bite of irony.

Without warning the mission room door opens again and my newest nemesis is smirking at me from the doorway. I jerk my head up and give him a bleary-eyed glare that does nothing but make his sneer spread.

"Yo, Kudou, Fujimiya and I would like to talk to you," Schuldich drawls in his nasally voice. I push one tired hand through my hair, ignoring him.

"You don’t have a choice. Abyssinian and Oracle both say that something has to be done about you," he continues, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Just fucking great. I have to go and get reamed out by Aya, just how I wanted my day to end.

"Fuck off, Schuldich," I hiss at him and let my head hit the table again. Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll go away.

~Nice try, asshole. Now get up, you don’t want to keep the big boy waiting,~ he sing-songs right into my brain. God, his mental voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I wait for a moment to see if he’ll go away on his own, even though I know it’s futile.

"Don’ wanna," I tell him, without bothering to lift my head from the table. My voice sounds like it belongs to five year old, maybe younger since it’s muffled against my arm and the table.

~Get the fuck up or I’ll have Nagi float you there. And I’ll fucking raid your mind and pry out all your little secrets,~ he hisses. I look up to see him smiling sweetly. Bastard.

Knowing I’m defeated I pull myself upright and follow him. What’s the worst that can happen? Aya can tell me I’m being retired. Or maybe it’s to tell me that he’s made a mistake and wants to dump Red and give me a whirl? OK, maybe not, but it’s a thought. Christ, I hope that telepathic freak can’t hear all of this…

Finally we reach the secluded area of the house where Aya has his rooms. Which also means that Schuldich lives in this part of the house, but the German doesn’t seem to have added any of his own personal items to the décor here. At least I’m spared that. I am a little curious why we aren’t going to Aya’s personal office and why he didn’t come for me himself. I refuse to think about it too much, I also refuse to wonder why mind-boy is a witness to whatever humiliation Aya has planned for me.

Schuldich saunters into a side room that I’ve never entered before, I’m not generally privy to Aya’s sanctum. Well, not anymore. Another rush of bitterness washes through me, I can actually taste bile in the back of my throat. Really, I’ll settle for the world going back to normal; I won’t be greedy and ask for Aya too. Just let this carnival that has become my life stop.

As I follow him into the room I take my eyes off of Schuldich’s back to look around. What the fuck? This is Aya’s bedroom. An oversized bed dominates the room; the only other furniture in the room is an armoire, a dresser, a solitary set of shelves, and cedar trunk. Aya is nowhere to be seen and I wonder what kind of sick joke Schuldich is playing on me.

"No joke, Kudou, we’re going to talk in here. First me and you, and if we can come to an agreement then Aya will join us," Schuldich tells me, his voice warm and low as if he’s trying not to spook me.

"I thought you were supposed to stay out of our heads unless we invited you in?" I growl at him. Makes me wonder what else he’s been peeking on in my mind.

"I do, but as it was explained before there are times when everyone thinks loudly and I can hear it, whether I want to or not. Generally, I do my best to keep everything out, but that’s not always possible. Anyway, I’m not here to fight with you. I’m here to offer you a proposition," he tells me, exasperation leaking into his tone. All that is registering with me is that I’m not in trouble. Not yet at least.

"So why did you have to drag me here?" I ask, tired and defeated.

"Aya has been worried about you…" Schuldich begins and as the words coalesce to make sense to me I start laughing. Not just little giggles either; this is a big, deep, hearty laugh. A laugh all the way from the gut. Schuldich makes a disgusted face while eyeing me up; probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

"Are you done yet?’ he demands. I nod and wave at him to continue but he continues to stare stonily at me.

"Sorry, sorry, the idea of Aya being worried just set me off. I promise to behave myself now," I say, wiping tears from the corner of my eyes. That felt good, like it was the first honest emotion I’ve had in a while. In eight months to be exact.

"Aya has been worried about you, and he asked me to see if I could figure out what was wrong with you. I did. I know that you want him," Schuldich tells me, flat out without any inflection at all in his voice. His eyes have a chill to them and I’m fairly certain what will come next. I think I’ll save him pissing all over and marking his territory, that should take some of the wind out of his sails.

"Yah, yah, I won’t poach on your ground and you won’t try to beat the shit out of me. Is that about right? Maybe you should keep the fuck out of people’s heads since you don’t know the first fucking thing about me, neh?" I spit at him; somehow I’ve gotten myself royally pissed off at Schuldich’s presumption.

"I thought you said that you were going to behave? Oh, fuck this!" Schu tells me and shoots a glance at the door. Not a moment later Aya walks in, great the fop needs backup to deal with me. I turn to look at Aya and my mouth drops open. The man is dressed only in tight, black leather pants. That is such a turn on for me. I can even see his bare feet. Why that is such a turn on for me will remain a mystery, but it is.

"Problems," Aya smirks at Schuldich and I grind my teeth. The last thing I need is them being cutesy with each other in front of me. Not that they ever really are, but Aya being anything less than frigid with anyone is more than I can handle.

To my surprise Aya places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me towards the bed.

"Sit down, Yohji," he tells me, a gentle smile on his face.

"What the hell for? Why don’t you tell me why you had your pet freak rummaging around in my head?" I growl at him, unable to let go of my anger even for a second.

"Sit, and I’ll tell you," he smiles. Aya smiled. At me. I sit. Christ, I’m pathetic.

"Well?" I almost whine. I really need to get a better grip on myself. Aya kneels down in front of me so that I have to look down at him and he takes one of my hands and cups it in both of his. Now I’m nervous. Something really bad is going to happen, I just know it.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Yohji. I didn’t realize that I would, you never really seemed to care that way about anybody," Aya husks, his deep voice almost a purr. It sounds like thick, dark chocolate that I could drown in.

"You didn’t. Don’t worry about it, OK? I’ll stop being a pain in the ass," I tell him, afraid of what else he might say. I have almost totally forgotten Schuldich who hovers just out of sight, quietly biding his time.

"I did. I had Schu check on you because I knew you wouldn’t tell me yourself. I know what you want," Aya continues, his violet gaze holds me steady and my heart begins pounding, from fear or hope I’m not sure which.

"And?" I manage to squeeze past the lump in my throat.

"And I want to do something about it. But," he warns, his voice dropping, "I have to tell you that it’s not just me. Schuldich is willing to give this a try if you are."

"Give what a try?" I croak. I don’t believe my ears, I know I’ll wake up soon in sticky sheets from another wet dream. Please, God, let this be a dream.

Aya leans forward after releasing my hand, his fingers brush my thigh and my breath catches. For a moment he is a hair’s breath away from me before he finishes the motion he began and kisses me. It is a simple of brush of his lips over mine and a low sob escapes me. It feels like something vital has broken within me.

The bed dips to the right as Schuldich sits beside me, he leans on me, a warm presence against my side. I should pull away from him but I just don’t think I have the strength. Confusion is making me sluggish to process what is happening here.

"Ran, I think he’s a little too shaken up," Schuldich stage whispers and I shake my head. Aya tilts his head and smiles at the person next to me, I want Aya to smile at me like that.

"Shut up, I’m thinking," I mumble at them both. Aya rolls his eyes and Schuldich snorts.

"Why don’t you let tonight happen and then decide?" Schuldich offers as his arm snakes around me. I want to push him away but Aya is looking at us with such affection that I am unable to. This will never work. Never. But I don’t think I can stop it.

"You’d better warn him, first," Aya chastens lightly. I turn my head to focus on Schuldich who is working one hand steadily under my shirt. He grins wolfishly, showing more teeth than he really needs to.

"I tend to have a little psychic bleed over when I get excited," he tells me sheepishly. I don’t understand but I won’t tell either of them that. I try to nod, but the lassitude that held me earlier hasn’t abated yet. Aya gives a sigh that is almost a snort before tapping his fingertips against my face to draw my attention back to him.

"What he means is that sometimes you’ll be able to feel what he does and vice-versa. Don’t let it scare you," Aya tells me, his voice has the ‘serious’ tone that means he wants me to pay extra special attention to him. I find that I can nod now and I do.

"Good," is the last thing he says before kissing me again. His lips are gentle for a moment before his tongue thrusts it’s way into my mouth, exploring, tasting. I moan and my hands reach out and grab his shoulders, drawing Aya closer. Next to me Schuldich has leaned over and begun acquainting himself with my neck while still trying to remove my shirt. I have to give the German this - he’s talented.

~Thanks, dear,~ he whispers in my head and I growl. I guess having two guys trying to get into my pants makes me dislike his mind voice less than usual. Either that or my brain just doesn’t have enough blood to process how much I should hate it.

Aya pulls away from me slightly when he ends our kiss. I find that at some point I had closed my eyes and I re-open them to find out what is wrong. He stands and I find myself realizing that Aya had to have been uncomfortable kneeling on the floor. Duh. He situates himself on the bed to my left and I feel Schuldich’s hand leave the small of back, presumably to link with Aya’s. For a moment I’m shocked that the idea doesn’t bother me, probably because Aya has began sucking on my ear and leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck. Schuldich has succeeded in removing my shirt and he has turned his talented fingers towards my pants.

I jerk my hips forward as the German’s fingers skim over my erection, Aya takes that moment to lean down and capture one of my nipples in his teeth. My breath whistles out of me as Aya and Schuldich lean toward each other and kiss. Before I begin to even think to feel ignored, Aya gently parts my legs and Schuldich slips a hand into my unbuttoned pants. His hand cups around my bulge and gives a squeeze before letting his fingers skim over the head of my cock. Schuldich whines slightly and for a moment I feel what he is experiencing while kissing Aya.

Both men stop what they are doing to help rid me of my pants and I stop Aya from peeling himself out of the tight leather. I grab the butter soft leather near the right hip and Schuldich grabs the other side. Together we slowly pull the dark material down Aya’s pale skin that helps to excite me further. Schuldich, being more daring than I, places soft kisses down Aya’s leg as he bares it.

Schuldich and I stand and I am surprised when they both turn on me and push down onto the mattress. I give them both a mock glare that Schuldich returns with a waggle of his eyebrows. Then the German leans down and kisses me. For a moment I am shocked enough not to respond, but then the Kudou hormones kick and I begin returning the kiss with a passion. No pun intended. Our tongues duel for a moment before Schuldich sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He bites gently before releasing and we start the whole process over again.

Aya has begun exploring my belly, mainly by dragging his eartails across its ticklish surface. I am forced to stop exploring Schuldich’s mouth in order to stop Aya. For a brief moment Aya grins at me and the world tilts wildly around me. It stops just in time for me to feel Aya’s mouth slide along the shaft of my cock. I fall backward, grateful that I am already almost prone. For a moment I’m afraid that I’m going to hyperventilate as Aya continues to work his mouth over my erection. I want to look, I want to see what he’s doing but I’m too afraid to. Afraid that seeing Aya hunched over my lap would undo me.

Schuldich gives a breathless giggle, the shit is probably in my thoughts, then he works as tilting my hips up so he can fit a pillow beneath them. Aya somehow manages never to break contact with my cock and never looses suction. I think I can die happy now. Really.

"Not yet," Schuldich murmurs against my throat before moving south to join Aya. With a gentleness I didn’t know the bastard was capable of he sucks one of my testicles into his mouth and rolls it softly. My body is near the edge of sensory overload with this and I push at his shoulder to make him stop. Much to my pleasure and dismay he does. He leans away for a moment and I find that I’m worried that I may have offended him. For once I didn’t mean to.

Then he pulls Aya upward to kiss him, Aya simply replaces his mouth with his hand on my cock and I watch them together. They really are lovely and I’m surprised to find that it’s a turn on to watch them. Then Schuldich’s lube drenched fingers breach me and I turn my head into the mattress to muffle my moan. Aya leans down to kiss me as Schuldich licks my aching shaft as his fingers scissor into me.

"I think you’ve been teased enough, don’t you?" Aya asks me gently after kissing my eyelids. I simply nod; I don’t trust my voice to not give out on me. Not now, when this moment is so damn important.

In a complicated dance that I don’t see Schuldich manages to move so that his body is to the right of me, his hand has moved to my hip and is massaging it. Aya has planted himself between my legs and is forcing my hips upward into an awkward position. I know what this means and I force my eyes to open so I can watch his face as he enters me.

I feel Aya’s blunt hardness push at me and I force my body to relax. For a moment there is a blur of pain, but Schuldich helps it pass by increasing his suction on my cock. I have to overcome my instinct to thrush my dick into Schuldich’s mouth and lie still for Aya. Slowly, inch by inch, Aya settles into me. Once he is as deep as he can go he threads his fingers through the German’s coppery locks and pulls him upward. Again, they kiss, letting me watch. I can’t help it; I begin to move, riding Aya’s rock-hard shaft.

They break apart and Aya mouths ‘now’ to Schuldich and I realize what is going to happen next. Aya leans down nuzzles my neck while I feel the weight of Schuldich pushing into him. Aya’s hands are next to my head; one of them is partially tangled in my hair. I think he knew that I would be prone to looking away and he wants my full attention on him. Schuldich’s hands come to rest on my biceps, squeezing almost hard enough to hurt. I want to complain, but then he begins to rock within Aya and I can feel Aya’s heat was wrapped around Schuldich just as Aya starts moving within me. Ah, psychic bleedover!

For a moment I feel like I’m going to black out but Aya bends himself at an impossible angle and bites my neck where it meets my shoulder. I glance upward and see Schuldich grinning like a madman before he drops a slow wink at me. Then he gives a rough thrust into Aya that makes Aya bow his back and hiss in pleasure. I watch the perfect line of Aya’s cheek and throat for a moment before leaning upward to kiss his chin.

Aya shifts himself slightly so that he can bang my prostate with his thrusts and I toss my head back. Schuldich has slid one hand from my upper arm down to my weeping erection. I bump my hips upward so that the head of my cock bangs Aya’s stomach and for a moment he grins. Schuldich’s hand is still slick with lube and I feel like I’ve entered heaven.

"Aya, baby, tell me your close because I can’t hold out much longer," Schuldich growls, his voice hitching in the middle.

"I want to enjoy this a little longer," Aya gasps as Schuldich begins to thrust wildly. For a moment Aya stops moving since he can’t synchronize with Schuldich’s erratic movements. I feel Aya stiffen as Schuldich lets out a shout. I guess it was all too much for him. A sharp feeling of satisfaction curls in me at the knowledge that I have outlasted the German. Petty, I know.

Aya pulls back from me some as Schuldich rolls to the side on the bed, obviously sated. In one swift movement that I can’t follow Aya has my legs over his shoulders as he begins to thrust deep into me. Schuldich leans over my lap, his bright hair filling my field of vision for a moment, then his hot mouth envelops my cock and I groan as my eyes slide closed.

Aya’s breathing becomes harsh as he watches Schuldich giving me the blow-job of a lifetime. I rock my hips to the rhythm of the three of us as best I can as I reach across my belly to thread my fingers with Schuldich’s. I give his hand a squeeze, hoping that it’s warning enough for him because I’m on the verge of exploding. Any control I might have had has long since snapped and I know that my body is going to reach its completion whether I want to or not. I had hoped, in a foolishly romantic notion, that Aya and I would finish together.

As nature takes over and I fall into the abyss, Schuldich’s mouth leaves me. I feel my body shudder with the force of my climax, spraying Aya’s chest and belly. For a moment, or an eternity, Aya continues his steady rhythm. Then he lets out a guttural yell and bucks within me, finally freezing in place as his orgasm rips through him. His face is twisted with pleasure that I find inescapably beautiful, then he slumps over me. We rest like this for a moment; Schuldich pressed against our sides.

With an effort Aya rolls to the left, relieving me of his weight. I almost wish he had stayed put. As both men curl around me, their arms criss-crossing over my chest so that they hold each other as well, I find my mind reaching into the past. My last meaningful relationship had been Asuka. We had loved each other and there was nothing in either of us that bend enough to allow the other to have taken another lover, shared or not. Did that make this wrong somehow, less than the shining brightness that was Asuka? Or was this just different?

This was not love as I remembered love. It was, however, kindness as I remembered kindness. It was sweet as I remembered sweetness. It had gentleness as I remembered gentleness. But it was not for me alone. What difference did that make, beyond the sound of two bodies breathing where I was used to one. I had never been good at sharing, even as a child, and I doubt I could be good at it now. A cold despair swept through me, dissipating all the warmth from our lovemaking. Did I want to risk destroying this fragile peace, making sure that this was never offered to me again? I was certain that there never could be a place for me here that was mine alone.

With slow and easy trepidation I slitted my eyes open and let them focus on what was around me. What I found astounded me. Two sets of eyes were watching me, seeing only me. There was concern in them, drowning out the sated passion but not the care. That was for Yohji Kudou and no one else. How could I have missed that?

~Are you always so willing to cast away what is offered? Just because it’s not what you are used to?~ Schuldich asked, one hand moving in a gesture to indicate the three of them as well as the situation.

For a long moment I thought about it. My mind rolled the idea around trying to find the edge that would hurt me, wound me, remove me from this encapsulated world of almost love. I stared hard at Schuldich for a moment then doing the same to Aya, my mind a white blankness. I was trying to find an answer.

"No, I just have to learn to work at it. Memory can do strange things to a man," I finally tell them with a wry smile. I decide that I want to try to keep this, whatever it may be.

I allow them to wrap their arms around me in support as the world around me shifts and changes to fit my new perceptions. They hold me and murmur soft words meant to soothe me, words I can’t remember for the life of me. Suddenly, like a kick to the gut, I knew that they would always do this for me, as often as I needed, and for as long as I would allow it. They would undertake this task, this seeming burden, allowing me to feel safe and needed and loved. I found that I could take comfort from the mingled shades of scarlet that these men presented, a color I had too often associated with anger but never with love.
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