Italics = telepathy
Chapter One:
Yohji knew he was being unforgivably stupid when he followed Schuldig out to the parking lot, but then he'd survived the last six times so there was that to consider too. Besides, at the moment he was horny enough not to be in the least bit bothered by nagging thoughts of self preservation and team loyalty. Schuldig was a good lay. He knew this from the last six times and he also knew that their trysts had nothing to do with the Weiss vs. Schwarz dynamic, and that Schwarz wasn't nearly as evil as Kritiker would have them think. So he told that little nagging voice that sounded something like Aya to shut it and to quit ruining his fun.
"Your internal debate was interesting the first couple of times Kitten, but it's gotten stale. We both know how this is going to end," Schuldig said around a smirk. His bangs, always in his way no matter what elastic, headband or bandanna he attempted to hold them back with, fell into his eyes while he unlocked his car. He pushed them back with one hand, replacing his keys and opening the door with the other, and immediately they were back in his face again.
No point, Yohji thought at him when Schuldig went to shove them aside again. First thing I'm going for is that damned elastic. He liked Schuldig's hair quite a bit, and thought it looked much better framing his face and falling around his upper body. The messy ponytail was cute though.
Schuldig rolled his eyes, never missing an opportunity to mock Yohji's sentimental thoughts, even if he didn't always comment vocally. He motioned for Yohji to get in the car first, so Yohji complied. He'd been sitting for less than a heartbeat before Schuldig was in his lap, kissing him breathless and moving just…perfectly.
Yes, he was an idiot, but he was going to have amazing orgasms regardless while his less-stupid teammates, who never slept with enemies, were using their precious downtime to watch TV, catch up on homework and read.
Stop thinking about your teammates or I'm leaving, Schuldig snapped, insulted.
Bullshit. You want this too. Yohji squeezed the front of Schuldig's jeans for evidence.
You're not the only…person on the…planet willing to sleep with me you know. Schuldig's mental voice sounded breathy enough to match the panting and moaning of his actual voice, making his threat to leave a lot less believable.
I'm more exciting than them, otherwise you wouldn't be here. The rival teams thing was one hell of a turn on for their mutual sense of danger. Schuldig in particular seemed to have a kink for doing the complete and utter opposite of what he should have, while Yohji was attracted despite his better sense and tended to feel guilty about it later on. Not that he believed for a minute that sleeping with Schuldig somehow negatively impacted the Weiss, he just knew what it would look like if he were caught.
Yohji licked his lips before assaulting his partner's sensitive neck, a weakness he'd been very glad to discover during tryst number three. Apparently the hickeys from tryst number four had gotten Schuldig chewed out by his team leader, something he was annoyed with and Yohji had found funny.
He'd found it a lot less funny when, to punish Yohji for his lack of sympathy, Schuldig had somehow set up user accounts for Yohji on all matter of embarrassing porn sites and crashed the Weiss' mission computer with them. So now the other Weiss believed him to not only be bisexual but also twisted with his kinks, and the more he denied the sites were from him the more convinced the others seemed to get. Not that he'd ever intended to come out to his teammates in the first place, but if he had he could think of many much better ways to do it.
Schuldig's hips ground against Yohji's lap with enough excited force to make it difficult to leave the hickeys he wanted, or to plot much else. He was going to cum in his pants if this kept up. Picking up on that particular thought, Schuldig shifted so that he could pop Yohji's fly and get a hand down his pants.
"Condom?" Schuldig breathed against his ear.
"Nn…you don't have one?" Yohji moaned. He actually hadn't been planning on sex that night for some reason that was beyond his grasp with the sexy redhead doing naughty things on his lap at the moment. Schuldig barged into his life often enough out of nowhere, he would have to keep emergency condoms on him in the future.
"Damn straight," Schuldig snapped.
"You don't have one either?" Yohji asked.
"You're the slut, I expected you would."
"I'm not a slut!"
"I beg to differ." Schuldig had stopped moving. He folded his arms across his chest, annoyed. "You're enough of a slut that I'm not risking an STD."
Yohji felt stung, for some reason. "I'm clean."
"Yeah, and how many partners have you had between tests?" Schuldig asked.
He had to stop to think and Schuldig considered his point proven.
"So what, we're just gonna stop?" Yohji asked.
"See, that's why I've never once felt a burning sensation when I pee and why it happens to you all the time."
"Fuck off, I don't have any STDs!" Yohji exclaimed.
Schuldig sighed. He certainly didn't want to stop, but he also didn't want to deal with an Esset ordered physical if he did catch something from Kudoh. Marks like that on your record left a certain reputation during Rosenkreuz reviews one would rather avoid.
"Well if it bothers you that much we could go get one. We are in a car. Hell we could be really classy and even go somewhere else and have sex in a bed," Yohji suggested with a teasing grin. He trailed his long fingered hands up and down Schuldig's sides, caressing him under his t-shirt and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. The conveni wasn't that far away, and it would be so worth it, their sex was always hot.
He made a small noise that was inarticulate assent. Yohji leaned in for what was supposed to be a quick peck before driving off to their destination, but ended with Schuldig full on his lap again and the two assassins kissing, groping, moaning and coming very close to forgetting about the condom problem.
At first neither of them noticed the tapping on the window, but Schuldig was too experienced to have his guard drop quite that much, no matter how pretty and distracting Yohji was. He looked up and his stomach clenched as he took in at least four faces, maybe more, pressed up against the car leering at him and Yohji. Fear followed, a familiar sort he hadn't felt since his adolescence, the last time he'd been faced with this sort of a situation.
Kudoh was confused, and Schuldig couldn't blame him. To the Weiss the men looked like run of the mill street punk perverts. But Schuldig recognized a couple of them and he recognized the signature in their mental shielding. It was a Rosenkreuz trained team and he was severely outnumbered.
All this processing happened in seconds; then the door was opened and Yohji and Schuldig were pulled out. Six full grown and trained psychic thugs to his one well trained self and a very pretty piece of dead weight. Schuldig couldn't outfight all of them, that was ludicrous. But he could run.
Panic drove him as he assaulted the one who held him. Before the others could react he was off and running, moving faster than the thugs could ever hope to match. For some reason superhuman speed accompanied his telepathy, possibly nature compensating him for his slender physique, although by that logic Nagi should have been able to move like lightning.
He felt bad for leaving Kudoh behind. He was too pretty for them to just let him go, even though Schuldig was obviously their mark. But there was no way in hell he was ever going through that again. He'd left rape behind when he'd left Rosenkreuz for Esset and he was never going back.
A/N: This fic is a bit of a departure for me in many ways, so I'm particularly interested in feedback. (Well, I'm always interested in feedback, but I'm trying different things in this one and Dido, so those are my biggies). Thanks in advance for any reviews :)