Day One

By: Gunning Angel

Disclaimer: okay, I don't own the anime but I'm just doing this for trips. I have obviously TOOOOOOOOOOO much time on my hands. (Shakes head in dismay) anyway, I don't own Weiss nor collect money from it. So don't sue please? ^_^;

Rating: R

Warning: Contains yaoi and shounen-ai plus foul language. So if you hate, abhor and/or loathe m/m relationship, and don't like cursing,. sorry to say, this fanfiction ain't for you. Please don't read. Thanks. =)

//.// - Thoughts. Whether it is Aya's or Schuldich's.

~.~-Flashback

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Aya stood in front of the penthouse suite as he rechecked the address. Yup, this was the place alright. He slowly recalled early morning's events that made him want to strangle his teammates without a second thought. Particularly a man named Koudo Yoji.

~ "Aya!" Yoji shouted as he entered the shared kitchen. "Ready for today?" His voice, teasing. He immediately received a death glare for that comment. "Yoji-san, stop it." Omi said as a warning. Yoji only smiled and continued. "I'm sure it'll be a fun five days Aya." "Yoji." Ken interrupted. "I thought we all agreed to give it a rest?" finally deciding that he was sick of hearing the lanky man comment every time he was with the redhead. The said Weiss ignored him, stood up and started heading for his room. He was supposed to have left about an hour ago and was already running late.

"Yeah, I know. Say Aya," The blonde said turning to him. "You want something from Switzerland?"

"YOJI!!!" Aya heard both Ken and Omi chorused before he went out of the kitchen. ~

He gave a soft sigh as he gathered the courage to ring the doorbell. At least he was able to visit Aya-chan and give his regards. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to come out of there alive after all.

Finally exhaling sharply, his hand went to the buzzer and as he was about to press it, the door to the penthouse swung wide open. With the redheaded German leaning in a very sexy manner on the doorframe.

"You're late." He whispered. Sexy. Inviting. Aya, for once in his life was stunned. He never noticed how much of a sexy bastard Schuldich truly was. He was snapped out of his trance as the Schwartz assassin gave a soft chuckle.

"If you keep that up kitten, believe me, by this time tomorrow you'll have a smile wider than a Cheshire cat's." he was greeted with a glare as he finished. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Touchy, aren't we?" he tilted Aya's chin slightly upwards and continued.

//You didn't get much sleep last night did you, kitten?// It was true though. He didn't manage to get a good night's rest because he dreaded today. Did it really show?

"No, but then again, I don't need to ask to find out." A smirk creeping onto his lips.

"I thought we agreed that you won't use you're powers while we're together?" Aya spoke, irritated that he didn't sense Schuldich trying to pry into his mind.

//It's because you're tired.//

"You're doing it again, Schuldich."

"Sorry Kitten. Force of habit." He said with a shrug. "C'mon inside." He said, inviting him in as he stepped aside. Aya, though reluctant, did while Schuldich closed the door behind him. Taking the redhead's baggage and placing it on the floor for the meantime, he started showing Aya the whole suite. Inclusive of the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. Yup, one bedroom. One bed.

"Schuldich," He questioned the German as they finished the tour and stood in the bedroom together. "Why is there only one bed?" The Schwartz assassin, who was standing behind him said, "hm? Oh, well, this is a one bedroom suite after all." A devilish smile curving his lips. "And we were tight on the budget."

"Where will I sleep?" He wanted to hear where this was going.

"With me." The older assassin said smugly.

//He expects me to believe that a proud member of Schwartz is low on cash that he couldn't afford another bed, but is able to purchase this penthouse suite without a problem// Schuldich nodded his head, apparently having read his thought on the matter.

"You're insane." Aya stated the obvious as he narrowed his eyes and started for the living room. "I'm going to sleep on the couch if you need me."

"Wait!" Schuldich shouted as he ran after Aya through the hall, grabbing his hand as he caught up with the redhead. The sword master turned at the touch, trying to break free but Schuldich managed to slip a hand into Aya's waist. Pulling him close.

"Let go!" the katana wielder roared, giving Schuldich one of the best death glares he ever made, while accompanied with violent kicking and swearing. His free hand in between them trying to push the German away. He slammed Aya none too gently onto the wall of the corridors and pinned him there. Growling at Aya's uncooperativeness but had said nothing while he waited for him to calm down. Aya tried to force his way through the German but the older assassin was stronger and was able to keep him there. Schuldich, growing impatient, leaned forward to the thrashing Weiss boy asked,

"What is wrong with you?"

Aya ceased fighting and stared at him. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!"

Schuldich took a moment to process it and realized that Aya had no idea, from the start what he was talking about.

"You weren't told?" he started.

"Told of what? That I'm supposed to live with a psychopath for the next five days in his penthouse with only one bed and he expects me to sleep in it with him. Yeah sure they told me." Sarcasm tinting his voice.

The German bowed his head to hide a smile. He leaned closer pressing himself to Aya who gave a startled gasp at the closeness.

"Kritiker didn't tell you, did they?" he whispered huskily into Aya's ear.

"Tell me what?" he asked in a low voice as if trying to match that of Schuldich's.

"That you aren't here just to make sure I fork over the disc, but." Schuldich stopped for a moment as he nuzzled the exposed part of the redhead's neck. Aya faced the other way, not knowing that he was giving the German better access to his it. "But, also to satisfy me." Schuldich could feel the boy pressed in front of him stiffen at the word.

"Satisfy you?" he said as he turned to face the Schwartz member all the while trying to hide his growing fear. Schuldich, of course, saw right through him.

"Yes. They probably didn't tell you because they knew you wouldn't take the job." He replied. "Think about it Fujimiya. How much did the pay you? 10, 20 000 Yen? For what? Just to baby-sit an Esset Agent? Please."

"Bastards.." He heard Aya curse softly after his statement. "But how do I know you're not the one lying?"

" 'Cause I don't need to to get you into my bed." A sly smile on his lips, causing Aya to cringe slightly.

"What if I don't agree to share a bed with you or." His usually steady voice trailed off, but Schuldich took in the hint of what the younger redhead was supposed to say. "Then you don't get the disc."

"But that isn't part of the deal." Aya tried to reason out.

"It is now." The German's tone flat and devoid of feeling. Both of them could feel the tension in the hallway build up as the silence between them prolonged.

"All right." Aya said, finally breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

"Excuse me?" Schuldich asked unsure of what he heard was true.

"I said, 'All right.' I'll share the bed with you." His voice no louder than a whisper while a blush tainted his cheeks. He lowered his head while he said this and he turned away as to hide them from the eyes of the man in front of him, hoping that they were not that visible. Relief swept through the German like a sweet spring breeze.

"That's a good little kitten." He said as he slid a hand into Aya's hair. The Weiss assassin started but did nothing to prevent Schuldich from further running his fingers in the dark hair of his. This was a good sign, the German said to himself as he tried his best to refrain his enthusiasm.

"C'mon." He said, grabbing the redhead's wrist. "I know a nice restaurant down the road." Aya only nodded in response as he followed the older assassin out the front door.

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They had gotten through dinner quickly. They sat quietly and ate their dinner; contented just to enjoy the other's company in silence. Aya thought that Schuldich might try to start a conversation, but he never did.

They arrived back at the penthouse no later than 8:30pm and the German let the katana wielder use the bathroom first. As Aya took a quick shower, Schuldich sat on the enormous King sized bed that he had purchased not long ago. He had hoped that Aya would agree to sleeping with him on the first day, but he didn't expect that the young assassin to react like he did a while ago. After racking his brain for possible reasons why Aya would freak out like that, he finally came to the possible conclusion that Aya was still a virgin. A very skittish virgin.

Or at least, he thought, in the fields of homosexuality.

He decided that he should take his time with Aya, careful as to not push him too far off the edge of the cliff, but just so as he trusted him. Oh, how he love to break this little redheaded angel, but these things take time.

He gave a deep sigh as he heard the water being turned off from inside the bathroom. Aya soon came out followed by a cloud of steam from the heat of the shower. He was still somewhat wet, red hair sticking nicely on his face and with only a towel bound around his hips. Schuldich stared at him with a variety of emotions. Ranging from shocked, to embarrassment, to lust. He then and there made up his mind that a wet Aya was a very sexy Aya.

"I left my clothes out here." The younger redhead said. Pointing at his knapsack and snapping Schuldich back to reality. He slowly treaded through the carpeted floor towards his bag, which was placed neatly beside the German. Unconsciously rubbing a pale arm on Schuldich's thigh in the process.

Before Aya was able to reach for it, Schuldich grabbed Aya's left wrist and pulled him onto the bed. With a quick twist, Aya was soon pinned beneath him on the bed, with his hands raised above his head and their noses almost touching. The young assassin tensed at the contact with the German.

Schuldich held his breathe as he gazed down to his beautiful prize. He could feel Aya's uneasiness under him but he could move. rather, he didn't want to. The longer he stared at those amethyst eyes, the farther he was taken from reality. He could just drown in them and not care. Aya gave a soft gasp as he felt a hand travel down to his waist, while the other still kept his hands above his head. Schuldich slowly bent downward to plant a kiss on the katana master's nose but stopped short a few inches. A smile creeping upward on his lips. As fast as it had started, Schuldich let him go and slowly headed for the bathroom.

Aya saw the door close behind him and exhaled sharply, finally remembering that he had been holding his breathe the entire time. He quickly changed into his nightclothes, thankful that he'd remembered to bring them in his haste to get out of the apartment a while back. He would need all the protection he can get if he was expecting to survive until the next day with the German. He faintly heard the water being turned on and was dimly aware of someone singing. It was coming from the bathroom. He gave an exasperated sigh as he realized it was Schuldich singing in his native tongue. He laid himself on one side of the bed as he heard the soft singing continue. The bed was nice and soft, but it was still nothing compared to the bed he had at home. He would not be able to fall asleep so easily tonight and he was sure of it. What with a madman beside him all the while. He placed both hands behind his head and stared directly at the ceiling as he contemplated his predicament. He closed his eyes trying to force himself to sleep. He also heard the door to the bathroom open but ignored it. Schuldich stepped out, dried and ready for bed. He headed for the light switch when he noticed that his Aya was already lying down on the bed. He could feel the stress and weariness emanating from the younger assassin. He did have a long day.

Poor Aya, he said to himself. After thinking it over, poor him! All the while he was expecting sex on the first night they would be together, and Aya goes and sleeps on the job. If that is an appropriate term. He turned off the lights and headed for the bed. A ray of moonlight was there to guide him the way and the soft night air to add to the ambiance. Romantic, he thought, except for the fact that the guy I'm to screw has gone to La La Land. As he climbed up on the bed, Aya twisted towards him, opening dreary amethyst to the German beside him.

"I'm sorry," He said, thinking that he woke the slumbering assassin. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Aya merely shook his head and said, "I wasn't asleep. On the contrary, I couldn't go to sleep."

Schuldich just smiled and placed an arm around the Weiss's waist, bringing him closer. Aya was going to protest but found it difficult to do so. He was on the verge of sleeping yet couldn't bring himself up to it. He closed his eyes as he allowed the warmth of the older assassin to envelope him. An affectionate forehead was placed beside his as he felt Schuldich trying to enter his mind to be able to put him to sleep.

"Schu," he managed to whisper out.

"Shh. kitten, it's time for bed." The German replied in the same low-
pitched tone.

"But you promised."

"Just for tonight kitten, now get some rest."

Schuldich held Aya tightly for a few moments until he was sure the younger assassin was completely asleep before pulling the sheets around their bodies. Placing a quick and loving kiss on the young man's forehead, he too went to sleep.

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A! Chapter 2, day one is done! Comments and suggestions please. =)

-Gunning Angel-