Figured You Out

Title: Figured You Out
Author: xXxYamixXxRosexXx(dark_angel_of_death_kuja@yahoo.com)
Rating: NC-17 (graphic sex and bit rough)
Pairings: BradxSchuldig
*DESCLAIMER* Okie.. First Weiß Kreuz fanfic I've written. Written at like... 2 am after listening to Nickel back's "figured You Out" on repeat forever Xd god... my kind of relationship lol.. scary ne? Anyways, all respective characters belong to the awesom Koyasu Takehito, Animate Film and Media Blasters... not me *sniffle*.... cause if they did.. Schuu wouldnt wear that damn green coat.. or much of anything for that matter XD I don't make any money/any profit out of writing these fanfics.

Dirty. Cold. Rough. That's our sex. Always. Since the first time I let him take me. Degrading. That's our relationship. I love every moment of it... right? There's no love. At least on his side. Just the raw hunger. The want we both have. I know I'm not the only one he's with. There's no doubt in anyone's mind that he's definitely not the only one I'm with. Why? Why not I say... a different man each night. The club scenes all too familiar. Names? Not necessary. As long as you can give me want I want... drugs... money... or another 'small deaths'... I don't care... because.. I still know even at the end of my evg. Wg. When the nice fluffy people are waking in their warm cuddly little beds. I'll still want him. He knows it to... doesn't he? It's a game... isn't it? I'm the one winning... right?

I stumble up the stairs, clean, modern, white.... Mm... reminds me. Head's still rushing. Drugs... alcohol... sex... I wrestle the annoyingly small key into the little metal home, turning it with the satisfying click. Small? Not really.. but At night.. it felt like it must shrink wut sut sunlight. I discard the heavy black boots just inside the door to the living room, dropping my keys onto the little glass table. Damn table hold still!! They stare up at me from the floor. They can spend the night there! I move to take my jacket off... oh... I probably left it in the club... or maybe... that guys car... or... hmm what else was there. There was something else right?

I stand in the long hallway. Four doors. Four portraits of the inhabitants. The one on the far right. Shut tightly, a few bloody marks and scratches, something like seven locks keeping the wild contents under lock and key. Protecting the innocents that live outside the door of the apartment. Across the hall a door, with several signs posted on it. All in clean and tidy Kanji. "Do not disturb" "That means you Schuldig!" "Whatever the questing is Schuu, NO!". I pout softly. Silly little boy I can see the feint light seeping out from under the door. He's probably online... in one of those porno chats... or whatever it is he does. The closest door on the left. I frown some. A door that I'm used to opening. -his- room. The lights are still on. He must be working... or reading. The last door, my room, door wide open, just the way I left it. Nobody cares about the contents. Well... if they do... they mask it... it's dark... the way I like it. Messy, clothes everywhere, c CD's and what not. They gave me the room closest to the door. Said.. that way if I did throw up or pass out ite ine in my room... my responsibility.

I slip into the room, falling onto the bed. Burying my face in the cool satin sheets. Blindly hitting a button on the remote on the side table. Heavy rock blaring into my hears again. Even over the noise. I can recognize the small clicks of a door opening and closing. Feet padding over wood. I don't need to look to know what's going on. There'll be a figure in my door. Tall and slender. Strong and muscled but lean. Light bouncing off a pair of glasses. The light from the hallway disappears my own door clicking shut a few moments of just the music and my own breathing.

The bed shisoftsoftly, the full weight of his body pressing down over my back. Fingers pushing my hair to one side. Lips trailing over the skin gently before giving a harsh bite, hands trailing down over my sides, under the thin mesh shirt. No caressing'... searching... for marks..n 'n 'his' property. On me. One. He growls softly, fingernails digging into my chest breaking the skin around the small raised bite. His runs is tongue along my throat. Angered to find the little mark left by either the same person... or... I dunno who left it anymore. He Sits up, forcing me onto my back, to stare up at the figure of my leader. I can barely make it out in the dark. Maybe that's why I prefer the dark... you never see the faces. I give the usual Mock grin and Cle. le.

"What's the matter... disappointed? Did you expect me not to have fun?" He doesn't really answer a low 'hmph',ftinfting dome to jerk the tight leather pants down my hips. I wince a le ate at the slight burn, a few metal studs scratching long my skin.

Soft hands glide along my thighs. My body rewards him with involuntary shudders. A soft moan in the back of my throat. He's grinning I'm sure pus pushes my hand towards the familiar drawer. I pull at the small metal handle pulling the half empty tube out and letting him pull it from me, feeling him clasp my wrist in one hand. The other Squeezing some of the gel onto my hand. I frown some. He never puts enough. Rough. Always. That's how it is. That's how he likes it. That's how he wants it. Always.

I slide my hands down between in legs. Naked. When he comes to my room. In this state. Every night I'm out. I spread the gel over my fingers gently grasping his member gently, I feel him shiver. Smirking some and beginning to stroke gently, Listening to his breaths quickening slowly, giving him a gently squeeze before he gasps and grabs my wrist. Then the free wrist, pinning them on either side of my head. Another soft growl. He knee sliding between my legs, I smirk some. Doing as he wishes, legs parting gently for him.

He positions himself. Entering hard and fast. No warning. Always. I wince some arching up, but moaning at the same time. He doesn't waste his time in starting. Just till he's ready. Hips rising before slamming back down running flush with mine. His own soft grunts and my small moans. Balling my hands up. I can feel the little crescents in my hand. I close my eyes softly, back arching as he thrusts in. Hard. Fast. Always. I tense and relax my muscle, feeling and measuring his reactions. He sobers me up pretty quickly each night. I'll be sore. Some. But. I always am. I whimper softly. I ache, an active throbbing between my legs. I need attention. He'd never give me the attention. He releases one of my wrists. Smirking wider. He leans down kissing my neck. He tenses, biting down hard. I cry out some. A few final thrust into my sore and abused passage, a few strokes to the ache. Before both of us reach the 'small death' once again. He pants softly, running a hand through my hair.

"... You belong to me..." He silky voice drifts through the hair, he smell and weight pressing down on my senses.

"No... I'm still winning." He growls hand tightening in my hair a little pushing me into the bed roughly before getting off.

"Fucking slut." The words sting. But their true. Aren't they? I sleep with anything good looking. He leaves the room, leaving my door open. I hear his door slam shut. The hall light spilling over my dirty black satin clad bed. Over my pale used body. I curl up softly. Theres a long pause. A small click and a creak. I small form sing ing into the room, crawling into the bed with me. A tiny wool clad form wrapping frail arms around me. Heh. Such the reverse. He is, after all, just a child. I close my eyes. Letting him hold me as he does each night. Just till I can escape to the world of dreams.