Observation



Mary Jane sighed as she observed the room she was given. The only damn window had thick bars covering it and the carpet was tinted a little paler in a few spots. The furniture was just plain ripped and frightening and the walls were old, thin, fake panels of wood with black grout between them. She shivered. This place must have been an old room to shove prisoners in or something. She'd have to... "Fix" it later. But it was late, and she had some thinking to be doing.

She ran over her greeting with the group. First there was Crawford, some bastard with glasses and an annoyingly perfect suit. His hair was a little crazy and loose, but otherwise, he was absolutely perfect and preppy. Seeing him had made her queasy. Very, very queasy. And the fact that he was American and wouldn't say his first name was a little "suspicious."

Next was the very interesting Schuldich. Tall, suave, and so obviously evil. The fact that he was a telepath only made her become more interested in the German, who had knocked Crawford on his feet when the American had gotten the strangest vision of Schuldich in a Swedish yodeling outfit, out on a cliff somewhere.

She'd never seen one of those in Sweden. Must have been a stereotype.

Then there was the ridiculously short assassin from Japan named Nagi Naoe. He had to have been the most intense of them, even over Crawford. His gaze meant business, midnight eyes slightly thoughtful and out in the middle of no where, staring at whatever couldn't be seen. He was a mysterious fifteen year old. The most mysterious she'd seen, as a matter of fact, and she had seen a lot of them, trying to pass off as "buyers." Hah, buyers. She doubted she would *have* to do that any more, but, as if she would stop.

Last, there was the most frightening of them, an Irish male with an eyepatch. His skin was so pale and and scarred she had nearly winced once seeing him for the first time, his bleached locks tinted red from a previous wounding of someone--whether it was himself, or someone else, she didn't know. He was frightening, with a gaze and a grudge, but he was intriguing. He probably had childlike innocence. On the other hand, he probably had no innocence at all, and was a plain wild animal, doing all he could to "hurt God," she remembered.

Mary Jane dug through a small bag of her own and pulled out a wrapped joint, sticking it to her lips and digging around for her lighter. "I wonder if I'd ever laugh as hard as I do when I'm on this stuff, if I was off it."

A small puff of flavored smoke came from her nose and she sighed, chewing on the tip of it before sticking the opposite end between her fingers and putting it out. Her red braids flipped about as she stood up, flicking the quick fix away. Pulling off her hunter green vest, she slipped out of the room--the USED room--and headed down the hall. She hadn't gotten a tour and decided to make her own.

Glancing downstairs, she looked at the living room, which had wreckage that was obviously fixed in a short notice. She reminded herself of the visit.

//"Mary Jane Black, at your service." She shook Crawford's hand. "Call me Marijuana."

"Charming, isn't she," Crawford managed out, uneased by the female's complete relaxive movements, hanging herself against anything she could find, magenta shaded eyes hidden in blue-black sunglasses. Schuldich had smirked into his mind.

/I ought to give you a few tips on how to 'charm' a girl, Bradley,/ he cooed, stepping up to take the woman's hand. Grinning, he shook her hand, his other hand coming to cover them both. "Marijuana, ne? Interesting code name."

"You've not the slightest idea, skön."

Raising an eyebrow, Schuldich shoved a hand through his hair. "You'd forgive me for being German and not Swedish, eh?"

"Beautiful," she said with a wink, and then glanced back at the others. "Tell me again what we're doing here?"

She ignored the glare Crawford was giving her.//

Crawford glared a lot, Mary Jane concluded, as she stepped down the stairs. She stuck her head into the kitchen, peering at its annoying sterileness. She was afraid of how clean the milk jug inside must have been.

Moving on down the halls, she passed the basement door where Farfarello was often shoved down into. Poor guy, relentlessly shoved down who knew how many stairs in a straight jacket to a cement floor and complete darkness. He probably figured that the darkness would hurt God... God shines light on everything, didn't he?

She found herself back upstairs, and shrugged. Boring house. She hadn't seen anyone. She walked back up the staircase, sliding her hand up the oak railing, and passed right by her own room. She wandered down the upstairs corridor. There was a large, open room that she could tell must have been filled with mounds of electronics. Faintly she heard Nagi's deep voice. Interested, she peered into the room, hiding herself in a corner. He was on the phone, laughing.

And SMILING. That was a decidedly frightening thing to see, being here only for a day. That far out child was smiling and giggling into the telephone was something out of the twilight zone. Shivering, she walked away. Must have been a girlfriend or something. The fact that that boy had a girlfriend was definitely unnerving.

She sighed, turning tail to go back to her own room and plan its own remodeling, when she heard the soft, familiar noise of someone taking in a quick gasp of air. Mary Jane's face turned completely and utterly curious and she took mini, sneaky steps towards the noise.

The Swedish girl found herself standing in front of a door that hadn't been shut all the way, a small crack of light pouring into the dark hallway. She peered in, and suddenly got wide, wide eyes.

Crawford was kneeling in front of Schuldich, his arms wound around the German's waist. Schuldich arched his hips forward, and the girl realized that was an intimate moment she'd NEVER expect she would have seen.

"Aaahhhnnn... Brad..."

She slowly raised an eyebrow, and edged away from the door. That sure as hell would have been fun to watch, but for some reason she had this nagging voice screaming in her head to 'go the hell away!'. Maybe it was Schuldich, who knew.

Mary Jane Black, the Swedish, slutty literal 'ventriliquist' walked away from the door, and headed back to her own room. Now she knew why Crawford had glared at her when she called Schu 'beautiful.'

And also, what his first name was.

***

/Aagh, shit, you never do this enough!/

Crawford's head moved up and down, mouth enveloping the redhead's dripping length. His hands were at the base, sending pulsating movements through the other's entire body. /You never ask./

Moaning aloud, the German pushed against Brad again, willing the pace to be sped up. As it increased, Schu cursed, followed by a scream, that lead to his own release.

Eagerly, the American swallowed his lover's bittersweet climax, continuing to lick him clean even after it all.

Pulling back, he closed the German's pants and suddenly was yanked up, mouth being invaded by an impatient, wanting to taste tongue. He moaned softly as he was pulled up so close, tongue connecting with Schuldich's. The other's hands traveled to grip Brad's behind, squeezing and pushing up towards himself as he sensually kissed him.

Brad pulled back slowly, gasping for air as he grinded himself up against Schu with an intent to cause another rise out of him.

Schu didn't let go of Brad from behind, his tongue draping across his lover's upper lip. "I got to fuck your mouth," he whispered throatily. "But now I want to fuck *you.*"

About to object, the German caused a little more friction against the other, a lustful glint sparkling in his eyes. "Right now. On this desk." He didn't stop rubbing against the American this time, and only continued, letting him moan aloud. "Hard and fast and loud. Right. Now."

Who the hell in their right mind would object to this sex monkey!?

His vision completely glazed, he tried to get a grip on his mind again, but soon enough he was suddenly kissing Schuldich again, a battle between their tongues becoming the only thing he was concentrating on. However, he was faintly aware as his own clothes were stripped away, jacket and dress shirt falling to the floor in a cream heap. He reached around to pull his man to him, even closer, pushing off the German's blazer and then shoving his hands up the tight shirt, massaging as he moved.

Schuldich pulled away from Brad only to discard the tee-shirt before turning slightly, pushing the older man up against the desk behind them. He had predatorial intent.

Brad gained a mischevious look, his fingers trailing up to a nipple, pinching gently. Schuldich hissed and he soon moved his face down to Crawford's neck, sucking there before running over the small 'wounds' with his tongue. He kissed around his neck, and slowly moved downwards, pooling his tongue into the dips and curves of his collar bone, nibbling on the sharp edges.

He moved downwards, unable to resist the plain of flesh given to him, trailing delicious, loose kisses about his chest, stopping to make a circle of licks around a nipple, and moved on, making Crawford whimper in anticipation. He caught Brad's navel in a passionate kiss before his hands moved down to grope at him, his mouth moving back up, making sensual patterns. The American writhed, unable to take the wonderful torture he was being given, as Schu took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.

"Schul..." he moaned out, trying desperately to hold on to something, to keep himself from coming right there, right then. Schuldich half helped as he removed his mouth and hand, but it was unpleasant having them stopped. He had only ceased to remove his own pants, sliding the silk material away from his legs. Schuldich then occupied himself with the older man's remaining clothing, sliding them off of his hips and down his legs, hands following them as they fell. Crawford stepped out of them, and suddenly blinked as the German stood up in front of him, giving him a gaze that would have usually meant death. This gaze was probably something similar, only more to the effect of dying of pleasure. In his hand was a small tube. A smirk crawled over the German's features.

The cap was removed and thrown somewhere back behind them, and two fingers greeted the cool gel that spread over them. He rubbed it against his fingers, trailing a slicked digit down Crawford's chest and circling around to his cleft.

"Mm, Bradley," Schuldich cooed as he slipped a finger in, managing to squeeze more of the gel to his fingers. "You'll always be so tight, won't you." He moved another finger in, slowly, a soft stretching motion gyrating from his fingertips.

Brad hissed uncomfortably. The feeling was always a little unusual, and quite painful, as he felt his skin being stretched, stretched, stretched.

A third finger was added, and the pain turned to a numbing pain-pleasure as the fingers gently stretched him enough, a hovering Schuldich closing his mouth over Brad's. /It's been too long. Too damn long, since you let me into you./

The American moaned loudly, half with a complain springing from it as the graceful digits left. Schuldich squeezed the tube onto Brad's fingers, now, his voice a whispered wanting. "Make me slick," he crooned. "Slick enough to fuck your brains out."

Brad slowly moved his hands down to grasp a hard erection, pumping it, all the while moving the lubrication onto it. Schuldich groaned aloud, quickly gripping his gentleman's hands. "Don't make me come all over you *now*."

"Doshite?" Brad had asked, pulling Schuldich close again by the shoulders, the slickness of his hands making it a little less easy to grab onto him.

Schuldich positioned himself to hover above Crawford, and suddenly shoved him up onto the desk, albeit shoving everything off of it first. He pinned his lover there, unable to make the foreplay last any longer as his member brushed against the waiting darkness he had stretched earlier.

He pushed forward, slowly, drowning out Brad's whimpers by covering his mouth with his own, his tongue fighting to control over the other.

He pushed in a little more, and a little more until he was easily, fully in. He pulled back his mouth from Brad's, mouth falling into a loose smirk as he pulled out, and then thrust back in, slowly. He repeated the motion, only quicker. And again, faster. And again, and again, until Crawford finally started moving his hips into a perfect, steady rhythm with the pulsating erection, his entire mind blurred from the intense waves of pure, intoxicating pleasure burning off brain cells.

Schuldich's hand moved down to play on Crawford's stiff length, fingers wrapping and pulling on him as he pushed frantically into his lover, unable to get enough of the heat that was growing in leaps and bounds between them.

"Schuldich.. A-aahhhhn, Kami-sama!"

They could both feel the tension growing as the moved as one being, moaning a out undecipherable jibberish, before suddenly Brad screamed, an eruption of burning, sticky cream streaming between them. The tightening caused Schuldich himself to give in to the need, seed forever filling his lover.

Schu managed to catch trembling breath, slowly pulling out. Semen dripped from the opening in a delicious manner as the German pulled his seemingly unconsciously blissful lover into an embrace, stickiness sopping between them. Brad moaned, biting Schu's jawline. "Damn."

"Maa, you've got something other than that to say!" Schu said indignantly, a sneaky grin forming on his face, glancing to the bed. He dragged his love off the desk and managed to take 3 strides and dropped him onto the bed, himself following suit.

"I forgot to tell you this," Crawford said drowsily, possessively hugging Schuldich.

"Nani?"

He pulled the sheet and blanket over either of each other. "You're delicious."

"Why, thank you."

"Mou, Schuldich.."

***

Mary Jane finished the last of her blunt, muttering.

Too many bars on the windows.


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