[Weiß Kreuz] Uncertainty
Title: Uncertainty Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Pairing or POV: Schuldig/Omi Written for: chichirinoda Special Note: Merry Christmas, Chichiri no da! I don't think it quite matches the request laid out here, but it's what I dreamt up.
Uncertainty. That was the name of the game, and it was always a game to Schuldig. He had no idea how he'd ended up in the telepath's bed, and sometimes wondered if that red hair concealed a mind cruel enough to force him into wanting the touches. There were never soft words between them, though he'd had to bite them back occasionally. Soft words were a weakness, and he couldn't afford weakness while he felt so uncertain.
There were compliments, beautiful thoughts spoken in the same harsh tone as all the grunting and moaning. Sex wasn't a languid pleasure for them but a sweaty, needy, demanding exercise. But when Schuldig touched him, he was willing to do almost anything, the importance of his uncertainty fading into the background, unheeded and ignored.
In time, Schuldig would awaken, and before he slipped out to return to his own teammates, he'd allow the telepath to seduce him once more. It was always thus, their morning sex no more tender than the night before. But it was the morning sex that always tied him up in knots, emotional rope binding him a little tighter to the redhead. He wondered, occasionally, if he could love someone he hated, but he could never answer himself. The question was much easier to ask.
It was growing less and less about the sex, and more and more about the need. No matter how sarcastic and sadistic the telepath was, he was the only one who had never treated Omi like a child. It buoyed his self-worth, reminding him that he was just as good, just as smart, just as strong as everyone else. It was better than all the soft words in the world.
And sometimes, on mornings like this, when Omi lay spooned against Schuldig, staring lazily out the window at sunlight and fluttering tree leaves... sometimes Omi thought that real love wasn't about soft touches at all.