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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Weiß_Kreuz
  Relationship:
      Schuldig/OMC
  Character:
      Schuldig_(Weiß_Kreuz), Original_Male_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School, Schoolboys, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Recreational_Drug_Use, Original_Character(s)
  Series:
      Part 2 of Yoshiwara
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-27 Words: 3381
****** Interlude 1: School Days ******
by summerbutterfly
Summary
     Graduation looms for Erik Von Ostermann, a young, diplomat's son
     that's just come back to Germany from a very fun stint in Japan.
Notes
     Part 2 of Yoshiwara. This has been written for a while, but I kept
     thinking I wanted to edit it and make it better, only to come right
     back around and prefer the original. Isn't that always the way?
     Minor warning for almost-eighteen-year-olds doing grown-up things
     (legal and otherwise).
     Much love to Crescentium, who has been waiting for this for a very
     long time.
There was nothing worse than being bored. And these days, Erik Von Ostermann
found himself bored more often than not. It was his last semester at The
Rosenkreuz Gymnasium, and after almost eight years, he had definitely reached
the point where he’d outgrown everything about being there. Nothing excited
him. Not breaking curfew, not getting drunk before classes, not even coaxing
lewd kisses from the oh-so-straight boys of the upper second class. If
anything, these once-thrilling, small-time rebellions paled in comparison to
the excitement of his semester abroad in Japan. Boys, brothels, legalized
prostitution—nothing in Germany held a candle to the tasty opportunities
available the other side of the world.
Opportunities he’d given up just to graduate in good standing.
With a long-suffering sigh, Erik fell back onto his bed, hands folded under his
cropped hair. His roommate, Johann, should have been back by now. But Johann
had been caught skipping, and Fraulein Ulrich was personally seeing to his
punishment. Which meant Erik was on his own until at least after dinner.
Because, of course, it was the one night he wanted company.
The universe could be so cruel.
Erik flopped again, this time to his front, hands sliding underneath his
pillow. “Schiess,” he muttered. “Scheisse, fick.” He pushed his fingertips
deeper until they brushed something cold and smooth. “I should have brought you
back with me, Brad Crawford. Then I wouldn’t be bored, would I?”
Erik pulled an object out. It was a toy, one he’d gotten during the
aforementioned trip to Japan, and one that he, himself, had commissioned based
on the dimensions of the most delicious young Yoshiwara apprentice. Brad
Crawford. A sexy, young American he’d stumbled upon quite by accident.
Brad Crawford.
Oh the fun they had had.
“Are you really talking to a cock?”
With a snarl, Erik jumped and glared over his shoulder, ready to fight until he
realized who it was. “Oh,” he said. “It’s you. Don’t you knock?”
“On the door of my own room? Not usually.” Johann let his satchel fall to the
floor. “Unless, of course, you and your cock wanted to be alone.”
Erik grumbled something profane under his breath.
Johann laughed and kicked his satchel to the side, bolting the lock.
“You should be happier to see me, Erik,” he said. “I’ve brought us something.”
From the pocket of his jacket, Johann produced a small envelope. “Something I
know you’ll enjoy.”
Erik sat up. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Mmmm hmmm.” Johann waved the envelope teasingly as he walked over and joined
Erik on the bed. “Turns out, Dad’s back early from Indochina.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Johann drew out a brownish pellet roughly the size of a bean.
Erik moved closer. “It’s huge,” he observed. “I didn’t know you liked them that
big, Johann.”
“Oh, shut it.” Johann gave him a good-natured nudge with his elbow. “I’m not
going to take all of it. Half of it’s for you.”
“We’re not going to smoke it?”
“No pipe. I didn’t have time to grab it.” Johann cracked the pellet in half,
handing a portion to Erik. “Swallow fast, I hear it’s bitter.”
“It’s always bitter. That’s what makes it fun.”
With a mini-toast, the boys downed the drug, flinching at its powerful kick as
it swept past their tongues.
“God’s boots that’s horrid!” Johann muttered. He shook his head before laying
back, spread eagle across Erik’s bed. “And you never did answer my earlier
question. Were you talking to your shiny little prick again?”
“It’s not little.” Erik eased himself down, pillowing his head on his
roommate’s thighs. “And I don’t talk to it.”
“You do so. I hear you at night. ‘Oh Brad Crawford. Deeper Brad Crawford. Oh
Brad Crawford, you’re so thick!’”
“Fuck off.” Erik smacked Johann’s hip. “You’ve heard nothing but your own
imagination. I have never used it when you’ve been in the room!”
“But you’ve used it?” Johann laughed as Erik smacked him again. “Oh come on, if
you have you don’t have to hide it!”
“So what if I have? It’s not your problem.”
“It is when all you do these days is moon about, stroking your fakey.”
Irritated, Erik folded his arms. “Ok, first of all, I don’t moon about.
Secondly, it’s not my fault everyone around here is too scared of their own
shadow to enjoy a little bit of fun now and then.”
“Hey, not everyone.” Johann pushed himself up on his elbows. “You know I’m more
than happy to indulge you when the mood is right.”
“Yes but you have a girlfriend. And now you’ve gone all straight and narrow on
me!”
“Come off it, I got nailed just this morning for ditching!”
“Nailed.” Erik snorted. “Is that how you got out of your punishment, too?”
“Well, Dad did have impeccable timing.” Johann’s tone was half-mocking, half
self-congratulatory. “Fraulein Ulrich was so busy ‘receiving’ her very special
guest, she forgot I was in the room.”
Erik, privy to the ugly truth behind the statement, laughed out loud. “You were
freed because your father and the head mistress were fucking?”
“Pretty much.”
“Oh Johann, that’s divine!”
Erik rolled over and buried his head in Johann’s stomach, shaking with mirth.
And it must have been contagious because before long, Johann was laughing, too,
fingers stroking affectionately through Erik’s hair.
And when their giggles subsided, Johann’s voice took on slightly sultrier tone.
“You know,” he said, “ while you’re down there, I wouldn’t mind if you...helped
me out.”
Erik looked up. The drug was already starting to take effect and he could see
that Johann’s pupils were dilated, his gaze liquid as he watched Erik’s face.
“Help you out?” he repeated. “With what?”
“You know what.”
“Ohhhhh.” Erik splayed a hand over Johann’s hip. He kneaded his fingertips into
the taut muscle and smiled as Johann shivered. “I see. You want me to suck you.
How like your father you are, Johann Ullstein.”
Johann’s lips quirked. “Are you calling me a whore? Because you’re not one to
talk.”
“No, but at least I would just say ‘give me a blowjob.” Erik pressed a soft
kiss against Johann’s trousers. “No need for euphemisms.”
Johann’s shivered again, hardening under Erik’s lips. “Erik...” he whispered.
Erik nuzzled him through the fabric. “What?”
Johann shifted. “I’m...I need you.”
“Of course you do, darling. I make you feel good.” Erik untucked Johann’s
shirt. “How long has it been, by the way? You’re already so hard and we’ve
barely started.”
Johann bit his lip. “The last time was...before we left for break. With you. I
haven’t since. Not even by myself.”
“My God. Why?”
“Emmeline won’t...she thinks it’s disgusting and crude. She refuses to do any
more than hold my hand until we’re married.”
“Ugh, Gott.” Erik undid Johann’s pants and pulled them down. “I’m so sorry,
darling. That’s horrible.”
“Well, Emmeline was raised to be a lady.” Johann touched Erik’s cheek. “Never
mind that she’s never been privy to what you can do with your mouth. If she
had, she might be tempted to change her mind.”
In spite of himself, Erik preened, rubbing his cheek against Johann’s hand.
“And if she were a boy, I’d gladly give her a one-on-one demonstration. But
alas, feminine curves do nothing for me.” He lowered himself between Johann’s
spread knees. “This beautiful organ on the other hand...this is truly
delicious.”
His tongue snaked out, pressing against the very tip of Johann’s erection.
Johann hissed, eyes falling shut.
“Mmmm,” Erik murmured. “Pretty.”
With a tilt of his head, he did it again. Johann squirmed, hips rising, and
Erik had to smile. One of the best things about playing with Johann was how
willingly he let go. How easy it was to get him on his back and get him hard.
Johann was one of those few boys with that rare breed of sexuality that allowed
him to enjoy being swallowed, no matter the gender of the person doing the
swallowing. And his responsiveness made Erik feel powerful.
Erik liked power.
“Oh, Erik.” Johann’s cock quivered as Erik covered it in licks, kissing and
fondling the wet flesh with practiced skill. “That feels so good.”
“Danke,” Erik said. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Will you...will you touch me?” Johann asked. “Please?”
Erik slid a teasing finger along Johann’s inner thigh. “I am touching you,
aren’t I?”
“No, I mean...touch me. Inside.”
“Ahhh.” Erik followed the line of Johann’s hip to his ass, and stroked into the
cleft. “You mean here.”
Johann moaned. Shifting, he drew his knees up, exposing himself to Erik’s gaze,
and Erik had to remind himself to breathe as the tip of his finger came into
view. It was pressed against Johann’s entrance and it was gorgeous. Lewd and
hedonistic.
Erik felt his own cock stir as he pushed a little ways inside.
“Deeper,” Johann murmured. “That feels so good, Erik. Please.”
Erik kissed the edge of Johann’s knee. “You are so hot when you beg. Will you
beg me a little more? Just so I can here it?”
“Please?” Johann’s voice was thick and heavy, filled with need. “Please, Erik.
Touch me more.”
Erik moved his kisses down. “How can I say no to such earnestness,” he purred.
“So lovely. However, I think instead of touching, I’d like to try something
better. A little trick I learned in Japan. Would you like to see?”
“Yes. Oh yes, please.”
“All right.”
Erik pushed Johann back so that his thighs rested against his shoulders. With a
devilish grin, he parted him and blew a little making Johann squirm. Then, with
slow deliberation, he dropped his head and gave Johann a languid, wet lick.
Johann’s eyes widened. “Erik!” He gasped.
“Yes?” Erik returned.
“You...you...what are you...”
“I’m licking you.” Erik flicked his tongue, twirling it in a slow circle.
“Licking you right where you want it so badly.”
“It...it feels...ohgod!”
“Mmmm, I know,” Erik said. “Isn’t it naughty?”
Johann’s response was a high-pitched squeak.
Erik resisted the urge to smile.
He’d known nothing about this until Brad Crawford had shown him. Brad Crawford,
who had pinned him down, and spread him open, and licked him until he thought
he would lose his mind. He’d come so hard that night it had taken almost an
hour for him to get erect again. But Brad had been patient. And skilled. And
the sex they’d had afterwards had been so mind blowing, Erik still got hard
whenever he thought about it.
“Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!” Above him, Johann writhed. “ Oh God, Erik!”
“Calm down, love.” Erik teased the sensitive rim. “I know it feels good, but if
you come now, you won’t be able to fuck me.”
“Nggh!!” Johann’s hips came off the bed. “Don’t say things like that. You know
I...I...”
Erik felt him spasm. Without hesitation, he grabbed Johann’s cock, squeezing
the base tight. Johann’s fingers dug into his thighs and his chest heaved as
Erik essentially thwarted what would have certainly been an orgasm.
When he’d managed to catch his breath, Erik gave him one final lick.
“I mean it,” he said. “You’ve got to wait.”
“I...I’m trying.”
Johann’s cock glistened, precome dripping steadily from the tip. Erik kissed it
away and stroked Johann’s quivering stomach as if he were quieting a frightened
animal.
“I know you’re trying,” he murmured. “And I know you can do it. Just keep
thinking about how much better it is when you hold off for a bit. How much
sweeter that little death feels.”
He unbuttoned a few more buttons on Johann’s shirt and kissed his belly button.
Johann moaned, high and achy.
Erik nipped him and slid back off bed. Unbuttoning his own shirt, he pulled it
off and tossed it aside. The air in the room was cool, but the Opium was
definitely making him feel warm all over, and as he reached for his pants, he
couldn’t resist vamping a little, sliding them down slowly as Johann shivered
and licked his lips.
“You have a beautiful body,” Johann said. With a wistful smile, he watched as
Erik walked over to his dresser and took a bottle of unscented oil from the top
drawer. “Sometimes...I’m not sure what I love more, Erik. Your body...or you.”
Erik eyed him as he uncapped the bottle. “Love?” he questioned. “That sounds
like the drug talking, Johann.”
“Mmm. Maybe, but I’m not so sure.” Johann stretched. His taut stomach rippled
and his nipples hardened as he ran his hands back down his body to rest between
his legs. “Something...something’s different about this time. Even more so than
last time. I feel...”
“You feel excited. Maybe a little euphoric.” Erik slipped his hand between his
legs. He rubbed himself, eyes never leaving Johann on the bed. “You don’t feel
love, Johann. You know that.”
Johann said nothing and, for a moment, the mood in the room turned almost
clinical. Erik rubbed himself down and Johann removed his pants and shirt,
setting them to the side. When they were both finished, Erik returned to the
bed, crawling straight onto Johann’s lap. And when he did, Johann grabbed him,
wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a desperate kiss.
“Johann,” Erik managed.
“I know,” Johann whispered. His breath ghosted over Erik’s mouth, warm and
sultry. “I know and I’m sorry. I just...I really mean it this time, Erik. I
really think...”
Their teeth bumped as they fell back against the mattress.
Erik pressed his finger to Johann’s lips. “Listen to me Johann. This is sex.
Fucking. Not love. Nothing this lustful can ever be love.”
“Why? Why not?”
“You know exactly why not.”
The other boy stilled. Erik waited. When he didn’t say anything more, Erik slid
a hand between them, lining Johann up with his entrance. Johann trembled in his
hand, offering no resistance as Erik arched his back and slid him in, pushing
until they were skin to skin. Once there, he waited for Johann to settle. Or
speak. But Johann only kissed his shoulder and shifted so Erik could lock his
ankles around his back.
The lack of resistance showed Erik that he concurred. That hadn’t forgotten the
fundamental truth. No matter how open Erik was with his sexuality, and no
matter how much they fooled around, it could and would never be love.
As a reward, Erik ran his tongue up the side of Johann’s neck. “C’mon,
beautiful, don’t be upset. We’re going to fuck. Aren’t you excited?”
“Yes.” Johann’s fingers twined around the sheets next to Erik’s head. “Yes, I’m
excited.”
“Then let’s go.” Erik nipped Johann’s chin. “Give it to me, Johann. Fuck me
until I can’t see.”
Johann groaned. Bracing himself, he thrust, making Erik’s body jerk. Erik
smiled and took it, loving the sharp burn. Johann knew how he liked it. He knew
not to be too gentle, and he knew not to hold back, and as he fell into a
rhythm, Erik gave himself up to the pleasure, letting it flood his body with
its warm, liquid decadence. The opium was definitely still in his system, but
it was only serving to heighten the sensations, making everything twice as
intense. Where he was usually excited, he felt doubly so, and as he dug his
heels into Johann’s back, he couldn’t hold back a satisfied moan.
“Is it good?” Johann whispered. His lips mouthed Erik’s ear. “Tell me, Erik.”
“It’s good.” Erik arched under a particularly potent thrust, riding Johann with
practiced skill. “So good. I can feel you so deep inside me.”
“I need to come soon. My cock hurts. It hurts...”
“Then come.” Erik kissed edge of Johann’s cheek. “Come whenever you need, I’ll
finish up on my own.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Johann tensed, body shuddering. His teeth sank into Erik’s collarbone and Erik
hissed, fingertips digging into Johann’s smooth ass. Johann slowed down,
drawing it out, pushing himself to remain in control. Erik let him, savoring
each slow grind until Johann finally let go, hips snapping twice before he fell
limply into Erik’s arms.
Erik luxuriated in the feel of Johann’s warm release spilling deep in his body.
“Beautiful,” he purred. “Oh, Johann.”
“Mmmmpphhh.” Johann pressed his nose into Erik’s neck. Erik felt another graze
of teeth and then a hand wrap around his erection. “I’m sorry. I think I might
have taken too much. I should have gone longer. You’re still so hard.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m fine. And I don’t mind if you use your hands.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” Erik placed his hand on top of Johann’s. “Besides, how sexy is it that
we’re can get me off together? I don’t think we’ve ever done that before.”
Johann chuckled. Tonguing Erik’s nipple he stroked slowly, his hand moving in
tandem with Erik’s as it slid up and down the shaft. Erik closed his eyes,
using his free hand to tease his other nipple. The duel sensation was enough to
bring him close very quickly, and, feeling him harden, Johann suddenly pushed
back and dropped down, mouth engulfing him in one swallow.
It was quick and sloppy, just the way Erik liked. And when he came, it went all
over both of them, spilling onto Erik’s chest and the sheets. Not that they
really cared. Between the two of them, they’d ruined enough linens to make the
service staff raise more than an eyebrow. But Erik had also doled enough in
bribes to keep the workers in the laundry room quiet. As far as anyone knew, it
was just boys being boys.
Wet dreams happened, after all.
“Ugh, sticky.” Erik pretended to be disgusted as Johann crawled back up and
flopped on top of him, delightfully debauched. “Why do you always make such a
mess?”
“Because making a mess means we get to bathe.” Johann licked the tip of Erik’s
nose. “Opium wasn’t the only thing I swiped today. Dad’s jacket was hanging
right next to Fraulein Ulrich’s faculty bath house key, so I borrowed that,
too.”
Erik’s eyes lit up. “You stole the faculty bath house key?”
“Mmmm hmmm.” Johann grinned. “And if we go while everyone’s at dinner, we’ll
have it all to ourselves.” They kissed, and Johann let his tongue trail slowly
over Erik’s. “What do you say, Herr Von Ostermann? Up for a little outing to
the tubs?”
“I most certainly am.” Erik flipped them, pinning Johann to the bed. “But the
true question is, how should we dress? Properly? Just grab a jacket? Or...”
“Erik Von Ostermann, we cannot go streaking. It is still the tail end of
winter!”
“Yes, yes, I know. I didn’t mean that.” Erik sat back on his knees. “I just
mean what’s the point of too many clothes? We won’t be wearing them long, so
why worry?” Without waiting for Johann’s response, Erik slid off the bed and
went to grab his trench.
Johann rolled to his stomach and propped his chin on his hand. He watched Erik
wipe himself with a handkerchief and then slip into his jacket, buttoning it
with a flourish.
“What are you going to do without me next year,” he asked. “You’re going to be
all by yourself in Japan. Everything will be so ordinary .”
Erik didn’t answer right away. He was busy getting some soap and a towel in his
pockets, and it was a few seconds before he turned back around. “I’ll get by,”
he said at length. “I am me after all.”
“Mmmm, that you are.” Johann got up, too, sauntering confidently over. “You’ll
always be you, which I suppose will mean you’ll always get by.”
They looked at each other, and Erik couldn’t resist indulging Johann in a sexy
kiss. He was already starting to look interested again, and Erik’s imagination
was filled with images of Johann, wet and soapy, on his knees under the spray.
It was making his own libido stir and he couldn’t resist giving Johann a little
fondle as he stepped back.
“Come on, get your coat. We’ve got places to be.” He squeezed and let go,
turning toward the door. “Don’t forget your towel.”
“Yes, sir. Toss me my trench?”
Erik did.
And they were off.
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