Forgotten For Living
Author's Notes: Another fic, aren’t you all so happy? Let’s see, there’s BxS and B+OC (ooh...). It’s also based about two years after the OAV, so Brad’s about 30 (old man! Hee-hee...to me at least. No offense to my 30+ readers out there) and Schuldig’s about 25. Um, what else? Oh, it takes place in a random town in Germany, not Munich though. I couldn’t decide which town to put him in, so I was all ‘yeah, whatever’.
Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn’t list here. Speaking of which, I’m sure someone has written something similar to this (like someone hasn’t conceived this idea). I don’t plagiarize fics. I didn’t copy this from someone else’s work, so if it looks similar, don’t email me with a ‘You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat’ message or something.
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Forgotten For Living
by Pyrochan ([email protected])
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It was a nice, small restaurant he was in. One part was the actual dining room, the other part was a bar. It was quite average looking, which didn’t suit him at all. He liked things loud and bright. Not peaceful and average.
In this cold evening, the chilly winter wind blew outside. His jacket had been covered in snow upon entering the restaurant. It now lay draped across a chair, the snow melted and making his jacket damp. For some reason he’d felt like driving that evening, even though the weather was pretty much horrible. Glancing out one of the windows, he saw that the snow was starting to let down a bit. He should get back to his apartment before the weather turned ugly again.
He took a sip of his drink and eyed his food. His random driving had taken him to this restaurant. It was funny that he’d been starving upon entering the restaurant, and now couldn’t care less if he finished his meal. And it wasn’t the food that was the problem. It was something else, but he didn’t quite know what.
The sound of a familiar firm and deep voice caught his attention. He couldn’t quite place the voice, since it was speaking in German, but he knew he’d heard it before. He turned away from the bar, searching for the source of the voice.
There.
Or rather. Him.
Dark hair and cold eyes. Crisp clean suit and glasses. Of course he should have known that voice belonged to Brad Crawford. He was frozen in surprise at seeing another member of Schwarz. At seeing the man he’d loved. He frowned. But why now would Brad suddenly show up here?
He stood up and abandoned his plate of food and his drink in favor of approaching the man sitting at a table across the restaurant. The waiter who had been serving Brad his food left the area, and Schuldig took the empty seat across from the American. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t hide the surprise of seeing this man again.
"Brad."
The dark-haired man looked up, "Schuldig."
"What are you doing here?"
"Just passing through."
"Where?"
"Hm?"
"Where are you going?"
"That's none of your concern."
Schuldig cursed under his breath, "Secretive as always."
"You're intrusive as always."
"I wasn't intruding. This is a public restaurant, you know."
"Just drop it. I don't feel like starting any fights with you."
"I wasn't-- fine, nevermind," Schuldig ran his fingers through his long orange hair, opting for a change of subject, "How about after eating, you join me for a drink?"
"How about not?"
"It's just a drink..." Schuldig said, scowling.
"Do you remember what happened the last time we drank together?"
"Um...no?"
Brad sighed and shook his head, "Just one drink."
"Fine. I'll be sitting over at the bar," Schuldig gestured on the other side to the restaurant, "That's where I'll be waiting."
"Aa."
Schuldig re-traced his steps from the table Brad was sitting at and went back to his seat at the bar. The food before him looked even less tempting to eat now. He turned to watch Brad finish off his own food, never once glancing in Schuldig’s direction. When he was done, the two caught eye contact, and Brad frowned, getting up from the table and making his way towards Schuldig.
Brad sat down beside the redhead, casting a sidelong glance at Schuldig, then ordering himself a drink.
"So, what've you been up to since we parted ways?" Schuldig asked, starting the conversation off right away.
"I decided to stay in the same line of business as we were in Schwarz, so nothing much is changed," Brad answered.
"Except that you don't have any team mates to back you up. Or any lovers warming your bed," Schuldig added, smirking slightly.
"Oh, I wouldn't cancel out the last one there."
"So you did find a replacement for me, huh?"
"If you want to put it that way, yes."
Schuldig scowled, "You once told me I was irreplaceable."
"If I only said it once, then it wasn't enough times to convince myself that there were others out there besides you."
"Once had been enough to convince me."
"Do not forget that it's over between us, Schuldig."
Schuldig merely shrugged, "So how is he? Your new lover."
"Her," Brad corrected.
The redhead raised an eyebrow, "Her? Oh, so my replacement was a woman? Well, that makes me feel extra special now."
"You were the one who asked me about her."
"So how is she then? A good fuck? Does she cook and clean too?"
"She knows her role," Brad replied, taking a sip of his drink.
"That's nice,” Schuldig spoke sarcastically, “And you've been together for how long?"
"We've been married for a few months now."
"What?? Married?" Schuldig didn't bother to hide his surprise.
"Yes."
Schuldig shook his head, "I didn't see you as the type to settle down like that."
Brad shrugged.
"And I don't suppose the Misses knows of your profession?"
"Of course not. For all she knows, I've gone abroad for a business meeting."
Schuldig smirked.
Brad cleared his throat, "You haven't mentioned how you've been since we last saw each other."
"Like you really care," Schuldig replied, "I'm managing though. Working a few odd-end jobs here and there."
"And the rest of the team?"
"Nagi's in some college in Japan. Farfarello is locked in an asylum in Munich. I haven't talked to either of them in nearly a year."
Brad nodded, "So you're all getting along just fine then."
"Does it wash away some guilt for deserting us?"
"What guilt?" Brad asked, a smirk curling on his lips.
Schuldig returned the smirk, "I had two choices of how to greet you today. With a bullet that would have splattered the brains out of your skull, or with a friendly advance. Just because we're sitting here drinking like old times doesn't mean I've chosen the 'forgive and forget' option."
"I wouldn't expect that you did. And I wouldn't expect that you could pull off killing me."
"Right you are, unfortunately."
"That puts me at some advantage, because I wouldn't blink an eye if I had to kill you."
"You have no reason to."
"So do you live around here?" Brad asked, swiftly changing the subject.
"Nah, my apartment's across town," Schuldig said, finishing his drink, "You staying at a hotel?"
"I haven't booked one for the night yet."
"Then just stay at my place."
Brad raised a disapproving eyebrow.
"Not that we have to do anything, Mr. Married-man," Schuldig added, "Sheesh. I do have a couch and extra blankets that you can use."
"Fine."
"Just like that, huh? Just a drink, you said, but it looks like you got more than you bargained for," the German told him.
"Don't push it," Brad warned, also finishing his drink.
They gathered their coats, and Brad followed the redhead out of the restaurant and to where Schuldig had his car parked.
"Don't even make a comment," Schuldig said, watching Brad's eyes look over Schuldig's car, "Just because I'm attempting to make an honest living doesn't mean I get some fancy car like before."
Brad shrugged and opened the car door, "I didn't say anything."
"You probably would have," Schuldig grumbled, getting in the car, then glancing at Brad, "What about your car? I mean, the one you are using for this job or whatever you‘re on."
"Just a rental," Brad gestured to a white car parked not too far away, "You can just drop me off here in the morning to get it. I'll even treat you to breakfast, how does that sound?"
"Sounds like you'd better stop. You're being nice. Has your woman softened you up?"
"I don't think so."
Schuldig chuckled.
The drive was rather short. It wasn't very long before Schuldig had parked the car outside an apartment building. Brad stepped out of the car and turned to follow Schuldig who was already heading towards the building.
Two flights upstairs and four doors down the hall, Schuldig unlocked his apartment door, and stepped in, turning on the nearest light.
"It's no luxury mansion, but it's all I have for now," Schuldig shrugged.
"It's a mess," Brad noted.
"Well I don't have a housekeeper, you know," Schuldig scowled, "The only one who cleans up after me is myself."
"And you're not too good at it."
"Oh just shut up," Schuldig walked towards the kitchen, "You want anything to drink?"
"Just had a drink."
"Non-alcoholic then?" Schuldig asked, and Brad could hear the refrigerator door opening, "There's soda, juice, milk. No, wait, I wouldn't even give you this milk. Don't know how long it's been in the fridge."
"I don't want anything to drink," Brad re-affirmed, stepping behind Schuldig.
"Fine. Nothing else then?" Schuldig asked, letting the refrigerator door close, and turning to face the American.
Brad's fingers traced Schuldig's jaw line, "Maybe..."
"Brad you said just a-- and you're--"
The older man pressed his fingers against Schuldig's lips to silence him.
"When has that stopped you before?" Brad asked, leaning in and firmly kissing Schuldig.
What ever self-control the German had used to hold himself back from the American had snapped, and soon he was returning the kiss with twice as much passion. Fingers ran through his hair, and he was pushed back against the fridge as Brad moved lower to kiss and gently nip at his neck. Schuldig slowly let out his breath at the sensations and lust coursing through him.
Brad's fingers worked to unbutton Schuldig's pants, and the American moved even lower down Schuldig's body. The redhead gasped as he felt the warmth of Brad's mouth enclose around his hardened length. He moaned slightly as Brad's ministrations brought him to a climax.
Schuldig leaned against the fridge, his breathing slowing down as the afterglow set in. Brad stood up again, kissing Schuldig, their tongues dancing in a fight for dominance. Kisses were planted along his jaw line, and Schuldig griped Brad's firm shoulders to keep himself standing.
"Where is your bedroom?" Brad's whisper in Schuldig's ear caused a slight tickling sensation that made the redhead slightly shiver.
Pulling his pants back up to his hips, Schuldig then grabbed Brad's arm and led him to the other side of the apartment, opening the bedroom door and stepping in.
Wasting not a moment, Brad pushed Schuldig onto the soft mattress of the bed, straddling his legs.
"Not getting any from your woman?" Schuldig asked, as Brad slipped out of his clothes.
"That's not it," Brad replied, taking off his glasses and setting them down on the nightstand, "It's just been too long since I got any from you."
Schuldig chuckled, taking off his shirt, and letting Brad strip him of the rest of his clothes, "See? I'm not replaceable after all."
"Lubricant?" Brad asked, ignoring Schuldig's comment.
"Nightstand drawer, of course."
Brad opened the drawer, his hand searching blindly for the tube of lubricant. Upon finding it, he started applying some to himself.
"Hey, you used to always let me lube you up," Schuldig mock-pouted.
"Used to."
"What, you in a hurry or something? You are staying for the night."
Brad applied the lubricant to his stiffened length, and positioned himself against Schuldig's entrance. Schuldig gave a slight nod, then felt a slight twinge of pain as the older man pushed inside him.
"How long has it been?" Schuldig asked.
"Two years."
"Two long years."
Brad didn't answer, and instead pulled out of Schuldig then pushed back in. He slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts until he had worked them both to a climax. The American collapsed on top of Schuldig, and they both lay there catching their breaths. As the afterglow started to wear off, Brad rolled off of Schuldig and sat up. Schuldig grabbed his wrist, causing him to pause.
"You can sleep here tonight," Schuldig told him.
The dark-haired man nodded, grabbing the blanket to cover them both and laying back down. Schuldig moved closer, and leaned against him.
"You're sure you're leaving tomorrow morning?"
"Yes," Brad answered.
Schuldig sighed, "Figures you wouldn't want to stay here. Why did you leave Schwarz anyway?"
Brad brushed orange bangs to the side and kissed Schuldig's forehead, "I'll tell you in the morning."
"Liar. You'll probably be gone in the morning."
"I'll be here when you wake up."
"Sure," Schuldig yawned and closed his eyes.
Brad ran his fingers through Schuldig's hair, as the German fell asleep. He also closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep himself.
It had been a long time since he'd had anyone stay the night with him, so upon feeling someone shift on the bed, and body press on top of him, he was alerted into consciousness. But perhaps the one thing that woke him with a slight shudder of fear was the safety being released on a gun. His eyes opened wide and stared into the mocha brown depths of Brad's eyes.
"Good morning," Brad greeted.
No, he hadn't been dreaming that he'd bumped into Brad and that his ex-lover had stayed the night. He also definitely hadn't imagined a gun, because he could clearly feel the cold metal pressed against his temple.
"What are you doing?" Schuldig asked, mentally chiding himself for asking questions rather than trying any actions that might get him out of this predicament.
It wasn't very possible to escape unscathed or even alive. Not while he was in this position. The only parts of his body he could move were his neck, mouth, and legs. Brad had sat himself on top of Schuldig, making sitting up or moving his arms not too easy of a task.
"Schuldig, I think it would be obvious, with my gun pointed at your head."
"Can I ask why?"
"Do you remember last night when you said that I wouldn't kill you without a reason? Well, I do have a reason."
"Should've shot you last night," Schuldig groaned.
"Maybe. But I would have foreseen that coming, just as I foresaw all this and planned my actions accordingly."
"Let me guess, and that's why you didn't kill me last night?"
"Yes. It wouldn't have worked out last night."
"Then why didn't you just kill me in my sleep?"
"That's no fun."
"I didn't know you sought amusement in killing. That was what I always did, ne? You still haven't answered why you have your fucking gun pressed against my temple."
"I'm eliminating every member of Esset and that includes you."
"What? Brad, that's what Schwarz was going to do, but you took off instead."
"Yes. I used Schwarz and Weiß to eliminate the Elders, but that wasn't Esset's downfall. Sure, it didn't help Esset at all, but it didn‘t completely destroy them. Before they got too powerful, I wanted to kill off all that survived. I have. Almost. Only three members survive. You. Farfarello. And Nagi."
"You forgetting yourself?"
"Once all of Esset is gone, I'll be it's only member, which that isn't a threat."
"Wait, you see us as threats? A schoolboy, a man who is insane, and me?"
"I left Schwarz to separate myself from you and the others, and to hunt down the rest of Esset. You were nice enough to give me leads on where to find Nagi and Farfarello, even though I had my own theories of their whereabouts. Once you're all gone, I can have my life back that Esset took away. Do you know how many years they stole from me? Seventeen years. After all this, I can go back to what I was doing before. Just living. I could have run away from Esset, but I want everything from my life with them eliminated, dead, destroyed...I want all of it completely gone."
"You still have your memories," Schuldig pointed out.
Brad shook his head, "If you're dead, I won't think of you. Do you know what it was like after I left? I though of you every damn day. I wanted to taste you, hold you, touch you. Even after settling down, I still wanted you. But when you are completely gone, I won't want that anymore."
"Are you sure? Because once you pull that trigger, you can never have me again."
"Good-bye, Schuldig."
"Brad--!!"
The American leaned down and pressed his lips against Schuldig's, kissing him firmly and pulling the trigger.
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Author's Notes: *takes deep breath* Don't you just think an evil and twisted Brad is so much fun?
Schu: Fun? Oh yes, he's just a barrel of laughs. -_-
Brad: Bwahaha...I killed you!
Schu: No fair! Why can't I ever kill him??
Pyro: I gave you the chance to, in the restaurant, but you said you couldn't kill him.
Schu: ><;; You liiiiiiieee~!!
Er, anyway, I was just randomly typing out a scene I saw in my mind of Brad and Schuldig meeting in a restaurant after not seeing each other for a few years. The part where Schuldig said that Brad had no reason to kill him just clicked. I thought, well what if he does? And that was my leading motivation for the rest of the fic. Yep, Mister Evil Twisted Manipulative Back-stabbing and Megalomaniac Brad-- that's just the way I like him. ^_^v