Author's Notes: Gah...gomen everyone. This chapter was surprisingly difficult to write cause I kept changing things around. ^^;; Anyway...I think this chapter is as good as it gets... And please excuse me for changing third-person point-of-views around. I know I do that a lot in my writing. __;; A really terrible flaw that I have yet to get rid of... It seems to make it a bit confusing for my readers sometimes and it keeps the story from flowing smoothly. *shrugs* It's my own screwed up writing style. Enjoy reading anyway. ^_^
Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something.
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Schuldig using telepathy
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Seduction Chapter Three
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He knew that the moment he stepped out of the bathroom, he would not walk very far without interruption. It wasn't quite a vision that told him this, it was just something he knew would happen. Whether Schuldig pulled him aside, or blocked his path down the hall towards the main part of the Schwarz apartment...confrontation by the German was inevitable. A good thing too, because he had some words to exchange with Schuldig anyway.
No matter how long he had pondered it while in the shower, there were still gaps yet to be filled regarding the previous night. He didn't care why the German felt the need to talk to him, but he was almost sure it also pertained to the previous night. Well, at least they'd stay on-topic then, if the point was talking about the same thing.
Brad stepped out of the bathroom, showered and in fresh clothes. He had yet to get rid of his pounding headache, probably the reason why it'd been a quiet shower. Not that he had a habit of singing in the shower...oh no, not him. Habits made one predictable. Ah, but one with a nice voice such as his shouldn't be afraid to use it, whether it was in the shower, while working in his office, or on the rare occasions that he decided to make dinner.
Schuldig stepped in front of him, a smirk on his face, "Have a good time last night?"
Brad scowled in reply, not exactly sure what Schuldig meant by 'good time'. If it pertained to alcohol, well, no...he didn't have a good time if he woke up with a hangover. If it pertained to any interactions between him and the redhead during the previous night, it would have helped if he could remember what happened, to properly answer that. Yes, at the moment, a scowl was quite fitting.
"You did manage to secure us a job, or were you too intoxicated to do that?" Schuldig pressed on.
Brad raised an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing, " Schuldig replied, "No one can do anything right when they're as knocked off their ass as you were last night, but you wouldn't do that while meeting with eh...whatever his name was."
Brad leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, "There is a shipment that Mister Tachiki is expecting in two days. We are to go to the destination in which it arrives, to see that everything runs smoothly as Mister Tachiki planned. He's not going to be there himself, though some other employers of his will be there as the shipment arrives. You're there to make them forget about the contents of the shipment, while the rest of us make sure they stay in line and do the job right. The shipment is important to Mister Tachiki. As soon as it gets safely to him, our job is done, and what he does with said shipment is really none of our business."
"Tch, how boring. No killing?"
"Only if things get out of hand, which I doubt they will. So, no, there won't be any need for killing," Brad told him.
"Remind me why you accepted the job offer?" Schuldig asked.
"The pay was good. It gives us something to do. Because I said so," Brad listed different reasons.
Schuldig shrugged, "Fine, whatever. Did you divide up how the pay will be split amongst us yet?"
Brad raised an eyebrow once again, then shook his head, "No, I'll do that later. Why do you always think I'm going to cheat you out of your fair share of the pay?"
"Because the moment I let my guard down, you will," Schuldig answered.
Brad frowned, "I have no intention of starting conflict between us, or any of the other members of Schwarz. It's foolish because it will only break the team. Mutual trust is required, if you haven't figured that out already."
Schuldig nodded, "So that means I should trust that when you come home drunk, you'll go to your own room, and let me sleep...rather than coming to my room and expecting sex?"
"What?" the expression of confusion was on his face before he could hide it.
"After last night, I have to wonder now if you've always thought that sort of thing, or if that was just the alcohol messing with you," the German chuckled lightly, "You don't remember what happened last night when you came home, do you?"
Brad refused to look away from the emerald-blue eyes focused on him. No matter how he tried, no memories came back to him. They were too faded and blurred. He vaguely even remembered leaving the bar, let alone what he might have done when he came home, "Not really, no. I was...I wasn't very sober, so anything that I did last night--"
"To quote you, one is always responsible for their actions whether they are intoxicated or not," Schuldig interrupted. Brad had always used that against him, and the redhead refused to pass up the opportunity to throw those words right back at the American.
"What did happen last night, exactly?" Brad asked.
Schuldig leaned against the wall opposite of Brad. What a place to have a conversation-- right in the middle of the hallway. Yet, the setting had been his idea, so he had no reason to complain. Did Brad honestly want to know what an idiot he'd acted like the previous night? Was the American honestly not remembering what happened, or did he want to hear the story from the redhead's point-of-view? Well, Schuldig certainly wasn't about to express his feelings on the whole matter, but he supposed that he ought to tell Brad what happened, seeing as the dark-haired man hadn't quite pieced it all together yet.
"You really want to know what happened last night, hm?" Schuldig crossed his arms over his chest and smirked a little.
Brad nodded, "Every detail as you recall it. Starting with why did I wake up in your bed this morning?"
"One usually wakes up where they fall asleep, and you fell asleep in my bed."
"True, but I have to wonder if my sudden need to sleep in your bed has any connections to you taking advantage of me while I was drunk," mocha brown eyes focused on unreadable emerald blue eyes.
Schuldig snickered and waved him off, "No. I said it was you who came looking for sex. If anything, you tried taking advantage of me. And you'd be sporting some ugly bruises if you had tried anything serious."
Brad turned his attention elsewhere, glaring at the wall that the German was currently leaning against. He wanted to kick himself for letting the alcohol have that sort of affect on him. It was the main reason why he stayed away from the stuff. He didn't like the way he acted when under the alcohol's influence.
Not being able to control his own actions and revealing things to the German that he seriously hadn't been quite ready to...it was kind of screwing things up that he had meant to leave in place and try to forget about. Ah, but with the German always there, how could he forget that he wanted him badly? Now having an idea of the things he might've acted out in the previous night, he was curious as to any conversation they might've had.
"What...did I say?" Brad asked, his eyes once again meeting Schuldig's.
Schuldig laughed, "Simply put? You said you were desperate to get laid. But with me, not with someone else."
Brad paled slightly, not caring to imagine what he looked like in the previous night from Schuldig's point-of-view, "We didn't...?"
"Nope."
Brad nodded, slightly relieved, slightly upset. While the idea of him and Schuldig getting it on wasn't a bad one, he would have preferred doing that when he was not drunk. The first time together between the two of them was something he would have wanted to remember, not have to ask about the morning after.
"You were drunk though, so it didn't mean anything," Schuldig continued, catching Brad's attention again, "Try not to make a habit of it though. Sleeping on the couch hurts like hell, and if you fall asleep in my bed again, I will push you off the bed and onto the floor."
"Truthfully, I plan to stay away from the alcohol for awhile. Or at least not take it in great amounts," Brad admitted.
"Heh. I'm just glad you didn't get all emotional and sappy on me and confess having feelings for me or some shit like that."
"Aa, me too," Brad agreed.
You have no idea how relieved I am that I didn't do that. I would trust that if I were to confess any feelings for you, that I would say it when sober. It's more convincing that way. Brad thought.
He smiled slightly at the German, "And if I did?"
Schuldig blinked, "Did what?"
Brad knew he should have been just staying off the topic and switching it to something else, but he didn't know how or when he'd be able to bring the topic up again. It wasn't as if he would tell Schuldig that last night had meant nothing, that he felt nothing for the redhead, because that would be a complete lie.
"...Confess my feelings for you," Brad said.
Schuldig shook his head, "I'd laugh it off because you were drunk."
"And if I said it while sober, what would your reaction be then?"
"I'd laugh it off because you were lying," Schuldig simply answered, not really caring for the direction that the conversation was headed.
Brad chuckled lightly, "Well, I wouldn't say that I was lying yesterday when I said I wanted you."
A smirk curled on Schuldig's lips as he slowly approached Brad, "Oh really?"
Brad gave a short nod, rather than a verbal answer. He felt a certain rush come over his body as Schuldig's hands slowly ran up his chest and long arms hooked around his neck, pulling him closer to the German. Their lips were almost touching and Brad could faintly feel the redhead's breath on his face. His own breath was held in, and he refrained from pushing forward and capturing Schuldig's lips in a kiss.
"Well you can't have me," Schuldig's voice was barely above a whisper, yet Brad heard the words perfectly.
Schuldig released him of the embrace, then turned to leave. As far as Brad was concerned, the conversation wasn't over, but when Brad grabbed the German's arm to stop him, Schuldig shrugged out of his hold and continued walking, leaving Brad alone in the hallway.
Well, there was definitely no turning back now and covering up the previous night with lies...not that he wanted to. Words he had been holding back for awhile had pretty much now been told. Yet, it had apparently not been taken well, which left Brad slightly puzzled and wishing he'd been the mind reader so he could figure out what was going on in Schuldig's head at the moment.
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Author's Notes: w00t...now to get the rest of the chapters in order... Er, as of now, I have nothing for chapter four set in stone (three different forks in the road...and too many other options) ...might take a bit again to have the next chapter posted. Gomen in advance! x_x Here's to hoping I didn't accidentally get ahead of myself in this chapter and that I don't suddenly want to change something when I post this. Reviews? *bounces from foot to foot*
