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[Weiß Kreuz] Night Fantasies
Title: Night Fantasies
Author: trio
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing: Schuldig/Nagi
Prompt: Standing Firm
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is owned by Takehito Koyasu, Marine Entertainment, Project Weiß, and associated parties.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Notes: Descriptions of masturbation, nudity, shades of mental rape

Nagi wasn't sure just when the telepath had decided he was a viable bed partner. He didn't keep track of things like that, and as a 'normal' teenage male, it wasn't uncommon for him to wake a bit... uncomfortable. A little sticky, even. He hadn't agonized over the dreams when they began. He'd simply pushed them aside as a hindrance to what he really wanted out of life. So when the dreams shifted slightly, shaped by an outside force whose delicate touch was so skilled that even Nagi, trained in dealing with psychics and intimately familiar with the mind in question, could not detect... he paid them no mind. And so they'd become more insistent...

Schuldig laying on the bed in his own room, bare and hard and dripping with need, his hands teasing over pebble-hard nipples and cupping heavy, aching balls...
Schuldig shifting, hips thrusting up in time to whatever it was he saw in his own mind, in the fantasies he fed himself...
Schuldig's legs spreading oh-so-wantonly, that tiny puckered entrance opening and closing like a desperately hungry mouth...

Nagi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in annoyance as the images slid into his mind, seeming to come unbidden. The old ones, the mild ones, the ones that were his own doing... he could tell the difference between them now. Schuldig's manipulations were heavy-handed, perhaps a touch desperate as he continued to encourage his young teammate to come to his bed. With every mental image, he could feel the brush of sheets against his skin, and he shifted to his back, his mind flinging the sheets off as he lay rigid and angry in the dark.

Schuldig's hand dipping down lower, middle finger circling that wanting, waiting darkness...
Schuldig crying out, mouth open and panting as he twists one nipple sharply...
Schuldig's feet sliding up till heels nestle against buttocks, raising himself, opening himself...

Nagi's pajamas are tented now. He wouldn't be human if the images didn't get to him, teasing at the desire he buried deep within himself. The fabric of them, soft cotton that he normally finds so comfortable to sleep in, is shoved away, and once more he is in bed, body tensed as he remains strong against those outside temptations. One hand slides a little toward his cock, and suddenly he's slamming them down onto the mattress, gripping the sheets and ignoring the need threading through him.

Schuldig rolling to his back, knees under him and ass displayed lewdly for all to see, pushed out as far as he can manage...
Schuldig's fingers pushing into himself from behind, an awkward position made all the more delicious for the need it conveys...
Schuldig jerking up hard suddenly, his cock spewing seed across the room as his head is thrown back, that orange hair tumbling about his shoulders...

Nagi can't help it now. His hips are pumping up into nothing, tormented by the nighttime images as he refuses to back down. Schwarz is about control. If he offers it up, he gets ripped asunder. No sex, no fuck, however hot and juicy it is, can ever be worth the loss of his very self. He growls, need mingling with disgust, threading through pain and fury, and finally he turns, humping the mattress beneath him. One thrust, two, and he's coming, spilling himself over the mattress, over the sheets he'll have to sleep on. But better than with Schuldig. Better than offer the telepath that weakness to devour.

Schuldig, laying sated and lazy, his smirking eyes speaking of deeper secrets than Nagi will ever confide...
Schuldig knows...