FIVE DAYS TO SMILE

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. But believe me, if I did, I'll make those boys my eternal slaves. Plus I'll give Aya to Lady Jade as an advanced birthday gift. =)

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 fan fiction isn't for you. Please don't read. Thanks. =)

//...// - Communication via telepathy

||...|| - Aya thinking to himself but Schuldich can't access to it.

A/N: Thank you again to those who reviewed on my story. I appreciate on you giving me your view on it, and special thanks to Lady Jade for the outfits. =)

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Day Two

Aya took a bite out of the toast that he was having for his afternoon meal. He had been awake at around the early hours of dawn, but found that Schuldich had been up hours before him. The older redhead had left a note saying that he would be out for a while and he was welcome to help himself with anything that was available to him in the fridge. Apparently, that was all he was able to find. This gave him enough time to think over what had happened last night.

He had allowed Schuldich to touch him.

He remembered the way the German held him in his arms. It was the most soothing and wonderful feeling he ever had. He had completely forgotten how it was to be in the arms of the ones you loved. It was true that he never had anybody get that close to him since the faithful incident regarding his sister. After all, he couldn't think he could take another heartbreak of losing someone he loved.

He nearly choked on his food as the thought crossed him. Losing someone he loved? He couldn't mean Schuldich right? The German is no doubt, an arrogant, insistent, noisy, inconsiderate, indifferent bastard who doesn't care if he plays around with anybody's feelings. He could care less for the Schwartz member than for anybody else in this lifetime, or the next. He couldn't be in attracted to him. No no no no. He told himself repetitively. Not to him. There's no way he could be attracted to him. One of his enemies no less! And GODDAMNIT, he was straight! Aya Fujimiya Is Straight! Thinking of the past that he had with people of the opposite sex, he finally placed the thought aside as he heard a key jingling and being placed on the slot of the keyhole.

Speak of the Devil...

As the German entered the suite, his hands carried dozens of brown bags in a variety of sizes. He eyed the Weiss member who was sitting in the kitchen with a buttered toast in between his lips

"It's good to see you're up kitten." He said in his usual manner of things. After placing the paper bags down on the kitchen counter, he walked towards the eating assassin, slid into the seat beside the young redhead and looked him over thoroughly. Aya, who was used to just keeping silent, ignored him and continued to eat his breakfast. He hoped that the older assassin hadn't been able to pick up what he had in mind a few minutes back.

Schuldich rested his chin on one hand and eyed the kitten in silence. It seemed, though quite unlike him, that he appreciated the stillness that enveloped both of them. It was uncomfortable, Aya concluded, to be in the same room as the German and remain quiet the whole time. He was hiding something. Aya could tell, but unfortunately, didn't know what it was.

The German watched the katana master finish his last piece of bread and helped clear the table. Aya objected of course because of courtesy, but soon yielded when Schuldich insisted that he do the dishes. He sat back down on the chair and waited for the German. There was something in the air that told the redhead he was up to no good. plus, there was that unmistakable smirk on the mind reader's face. Aya sat demurely on the chair as Schuldich ran a hand down his arm and slowly lifted it away when he walked passed him towards the place where the brown paper bags were. He turned around and leaned an elbow on the counter near one of the bags and eyed the Weiss kitten provocatively. Aya narrowed his eyes, cocked his head at the German and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for whatever the older assassin had in mind.

"Come here." He said, inviting the young assassin to come closer. Aya heaved a sigh and stood up, walked towards the German and stopped just a few feet in front of him.

"Closer." He said and Aya took a step forward.

"Closer." The German said again. And Aya slowly advanced. He took another step as Schuldich requested another from him and he soon found himself on eye level with the telepath, amethyst eyes looking straight into piercing emerald green one. He slowly wound his free arm around the katana wielder's waist and brought him to an even unimaginable closeness. Aya, who was wearing a short-sleeved green t-shirt, gasped softly as he felt his milk- like skin touch Shuldich's slightly tanned ones. He cursed under his breath as he noticed he was blushing at their closeness. He let his gaze fall down to the floor locked it there, afraid of what Schuldich might do if he noticed it. Aya held his breathing as Schuldich raised his other hand and titled his chin upwards.

The German allowed himself to drown in those beautiful amethyst orbs of the one he held in his arms. He had decided last night, before he went to sleep, that he would spend all eternity with Aya and never complain about anything. Sure they say that the redhead was an all around prick, but he liked pricks. Especially ones that fall right under his control. He liked them wild and fierce and he loved the part where he breaks the souls of unsuspecting innocents. Crawford was his type, but the American was a hard pill to swallow. This must be why he and Brad never got that well together. A tight ass bastard but was still a superior to him. The Abyssinian, however, was a different story. He was silent, mature, distinguished, intelligent, sophisticated, and most especially. a virgin. One who has no idea at all of what goes on in the bedchambers of men like himself and that playboy teammate of his at night.

Oh how wonderful it would be to crack this kitten wide open and exposed to the world of sex. And whom will he be running to in the end of the day when the young kitty cat is lonely and needing of company? To the man who destroyed his innocence in the first place, Schuldich. He would make sure that when the five days are up, he is going to make the stoic boy crave him, need him. But most importantly, he is going to teach the redhead how to smile. God knows when was the last time that he did.

Running the hand that was lifting his chin a while ago through the sea of red hair, he gripped some locks tightly and tilted his face to a more elevated angle. Making sure that his hold on the sword master's waist was secure, he slowly and gently bent his head down and captured the stunned kittens lips in his own. He closed his eyes as he felt the soft and velvety feel of Aya's lips against his. The younger assassin's eyes grew wide as he tried to pull away but the German had a better hold on the situation. Schuldich didn't force his way into Aya's mouth but merely placed his lips on top of the Weiss's. He didn't want to force his way in. No, now was not yet the appropriate time.

After a few brief moments of struggling to get free, Aya decided that he would not be able to get out unless the telepath was the one that released him, and slowly accepted the kiss that the German was giving him. Closing his eyes, he started to relax yet his nervousness was still evident because of the fact that his hands, which were resting atop the older assassin's chest, were shaking. He himself had to admit though that this was unlike any innocent kiss he had ever shared with his past women. The feel of a man's kiss was different in a way he could not describe. The rough yet gentle caress of the German's lips against his was insatiable. This was definitely different.

After a minute or so, he slowly broke the kiss and stared downwards onto his little kitten's slightly blushing face. He wasn't like anything he ever had. It was captivating and Schuldich yearned for it once more. He was able to resist the urge though and decided that that would be enough for now. Besides, there was still more to come tonight.

Aya felt the gaze of the German on him and quickly turned away from him. A man had never kissed him before, much less by that of an enemy. It was like the ultimate act of betrayal to his team. What's worse is. he actually liked it. Shaking the thought away, he focused back on Schuldich's face after he was sure that he was free of any feelings towards the German. A smirk was spread across the bastards' lips marking the fact that he knew the redhead was embarrassed to hell. He was about to tell the Schwartz off but was cut short because a brown bag was shoved into his arms.

"What's this?" He asked the older assassin with a raised eyebrow.

"Open it to find out what." He replied cockily and released the kitten to allow him a better look of the objects inside the bag.

Slowly, a pair of amethyst eyes widened to an unexpected size as he peered into the paper bag.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" His attitude peeved.

"Wear it." Schuldich replied bluntly. Apparently enjoying the redhead's reaction.

"What?" Aya couldn't believe what he was hearing. "To where?"

"You'll find out soon enough, kitten." He responded as he patted the sword man's head lightly. "Now go change, or we'll be late."

The older redhead then walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom holding in his arms the other bags, leaving the young Weiss to ponder out what the German had in stored for him.

--

Aya viewed himself in front of the full-length mirror and cursed under his breath. He could not believe that the man wearing a violet, long-sleeved, low-cut, zipped-up shirt with cuffs and a pair of really, really tight shiny black leather pants finished off with a traditional ankle-high boots was himself. On ordinary occasions, he would not be caught dead in this. He narrowed his eyes on the image before him. No, he would NEVER be caught dead in one of these. Slowly and gently, he reminded himself of his mission. To receive the disc when the others are done in Switzerland and forget he ever lived these days at all, not to mention he had a very important bet to win. He was not going to forsake his pride, honor and most importantly, his chance to prove that he, the infallible Fujimiya Aya, will not smile under any conditions just because he considered this outfit. what's the appropriate word for it? Oh yeah. whorish and that he dared not wear it out in public.

He was so engrossed on calming himself down that he neither heard the door to the bathroom slowly open nor the redheaded German stepping out. He only noticed that Schuldich was there when he saw another figure, a bit taller in build, standing right behind him. His eyes looked at the German's reflection on the mirror and noticed the arrogant expression he had on. The telepath, much like himself, was also dressed up for this so-called special occasion he had in mind. Schuldich was sporting metallic-silver tight fitting pants with a dark, blood-red v-cut shirt that almost looks black under the light and a pair of boots just like the one Aya was wearing and finally was topped off with the beloved blazer of his which was accompanied with his favorite headband and shades.

"Ready to go kitten?" he questioned the younger redhead as he looked at the katana wielder's image on the mirror, appreciating the Weiss kitten's attire.

"Yeah." was his only reply to the German. As Aya turned to leave, Schuldich suddenly grabbed hold of his shoulder and jerked him back to face the mirror.

"I almost forgot," He said, with the faint smile on his lips.

As Aya was about to ask what was it that Schuldich remembered all of a sudden, a shiny, silver chain was placed in front of his face and gradually lowered down to his neck. He felt a lock being fastened from behind him and a small weight resting on his collarbone. When he looked down at the object, he found out that it wasn't anything he had expected to receive from the Schwartz assassin. It appeared to be a silver crossed-necklace with amethyst stones embedded on the four corners. As he looked at his reflection on the mirror, he held it in between to fingers. Cradling it gently, he ran his thumb on it to feel the cool and smooth metal against his skin. Meantime, Schuldich's hand came up to his and enveloped the one the katana master was using to touch the pendant, slowly pulling it away so as he would be able to see how it looked from a different prospective. His other arm came up and wound itself again around the young redhead's waist, pulling him closer as he whispered seductively on one ear,

"Hey, that looks good on you. I especially like the way the gems go with your eye color. Very nice." His sentence left hanging as half-lidded emerald eyes stared hungrily at the reflected image. "I guess it was a good plan I picked that up from a jewelry store while I went shopping for your ideal outfit. Which, by the way I might add, also makes you one very sexy looking kitten." His voice was low and enticing. Aya, who could not believe that this was happening to him, cleared his throat fazing the German slightly.

"Aren't we going to be late for whatever appointment it is that you are so excited of getting us to?" He finished his statement with a finely raised eyebrow and his usual stoic face. "Oh, right." The telepath said casually and turned to walk out the door. That is, after placing a light kiss on the redhead's cheek.

Aya stood unmoved, but deep under his firm façade he was a bundle of unreadable confusion. He didn't understand why Schuldich was concerned with his welfare like when they were on the Koneko or right now, giving him gifts of adoration. He got the part of where he was supposed to 'pleasure' the bastard, but he couldn't understand why Schuldich was being nice...

He brought himself back to reality as he realized that 'Schuldich' and 'nice' were not to be used in the same sentence, much less in the same phrase. Shaking his head to get rid of the thought, he hastily turned around to leave but took one last look on the mirror. Eyeing the crossed pendant once more that lay on his chest, he flinched slightly as he dreaded what was to come tonight. Something in his guts told him not to go but he had to. For the mission, he reminded himself over and over again.

After inhaling a deep breath to calm him down, he turned tail and left.

--

He clenched his jaw as he thought of where they were going to get the smug German all psyched up about. The sun was already setting, and Schuldich refused to tell him. Only saying that if he did, it would ruin the surprise. He wracked his brain for any possible explanation or hint as to where the older redhead was planning to take him but he was only able to come up with. nothing. Exhaling sharply as he finally gave up on figuring out where they were going, they finally stopped outside of a rundown old place. It was in the dark part of the neighborhood that it was barely noticeable. Mold and paint peelings were seen from the walls that surrounded the building. A metal pipe that once hung from one side of a wall for drainage had already collapsed and the front door had literally flown off its hinges.

"Here we are." The older redhead said as he turned to the sword wielder. "Come on." He continued as he headed into the building.

Aya stared into the dark hall, which the opened remains of the doorframe held within. He could sense a weird vibration coming from inside and he dared not enter. Hands balling into fists, he just stayed outside while he watched the German enter. He only noticed that it was getting darker when the streetlights started to turn on and he could no longer see the figure of the older assassin walking through the dark corridors. Only the soft whistling tune that came forth from the telepath was heard echoing as he treaded farther from the entryway. Aya would have been contented to wait for the foreigner outside when he suddenly felt himself being watched by someone else. Frustrated that he didn't know where they were coming from and knowing that he didn't bring his katana along with him couldn't make matters better. Gathering enough courage to enter the building, he slowly followed the path that the previous man took.

--

Once inside, he faced a lot of obstacles such as puddles of water and other debris. Sidestepping some of them and dodging a few others, he was able to reach a clearing where the German was standing in. Hands placed in the pockets of his green blazer and a pair of emerald eyes focused on him. He walked towards the older assassin who nodded in acknowledgement of his presence then turned around and headed straight for a bolted up door at the end of the passage. It seems that whatever pounding noise he had heard outside was coming from the other side of this door. It was muffled but the sound was growing louder as he approached. Stopping a few feet from it, he eyed it with consternation, thinking of whatever demon awaiting him in there. Schuldich looked at the younger man through the corner of his eye, sensing the anxiousness in the other's aura.

"There's no need to worry about anything, Fujimiya." He said softly, trying to calm the kitten down as he returned his gaze to the cold metallic entrance. Aya turned to face the German, still unable to understand the man's reason for making him feel more comfortable around him. Raising a fisted hand, Schuldich knocked lightly on the door and a small opening for the peephole unbolted to reveal a pair of narrow amber eyes. The sound that he heard a few minutes ago grew clearer the moment it opened and Aya drew to the conclusion that it was music he was hearing. Music accompanied with a few screams and laughter like that of a club...

Schuldich finished talking to the man at the other side of the door, who only grunted in agreement and slid the eye-frame close. He was able to talk him into letting both Aya and himself into one of the most exclusive yet illegal clubs this side of the country. Known for its drug dealings and weapons exchange, the owners of the club agreed to disguise it as a tattered old building, keeping authorities out and important gangsters in, thus security was tight. It was hard to persuade the bouncer but it was well worth the effort. Just thinking of dancing and grounding into the Weiss's ass was enough to drive him wild. He was going to have fun tonight.

Wearing a grin, he turned to the young kitten. As he was about to say something, he noticed the unmistakable killing intent those amethyst eyes of the young Abyssinian. He could feel the anger from him rising above the normal level of neural fluctuations, causing a slight tinge of fear to show on the telepath's eyes.

God, he hated when his kitten gets angry. Especially when it was triggered at him.

"You took me to a club?" Aya's questioned with a raised eyebrow and both hands folded across his chest.

"Calm down kitten, I can explain." He chuckled nervously, raising both his hands in a sort of defensive stance.

"Start explaining then." His tone was hovering the inconceivable poison it held when they were at each other's throats.

"Well," Schuldich began but was cut short when the door slowly unbolted its heavy locks and creaked open to expose the crowds of people inside. Some dancing, others drinking and a majority of the population inside the place were found making out with one person or another. It was like any ordinary club, only difference was, all the people here were high off in the criminal food chain that Kritiker keep tabs on. Aya remembered that he once accidentally bumped into a cabinet that kept all the data of these crime lords and saw the important information of each and every one of them, all of them posing a threat to the peace that he stood for. He stared into the club where all of them were partying, unable to believe his eyes that the German didn't take him to an ordinary club but that of an international criminal.

Aya's distraction was used to the German's advantage as he grabbed one of his hands and pulled him into the tightly packed room. The door was quickly closed behind them and Schuldich held the redhead in his arms. As the area they were standing on grew tighter because of men and women pushing and pulling for a chance at the dance floor, the katana master inched closer to the older assassin for leverage and more space. Not to mention the fact that he was trying to escape the numerous hands that were running up and down his inner thighs, legs, butt, and hips. He closed his eyes tightly and hoped against all odds that he would be able to survive this night. Schuldich felt the space between them lessen and he looked down to assess the problem. Seeing as the kitten was uncomfortable, he held him tighter and whispered into an ear,

"Don't worry. I'll take you away from them. Just stay close." Aya was only able to nod in agreement as the music pounded harder into his brain. He couldn't remember the last time he entered a club but if memory served him right, he hated it then as much as he hated it now.

Schuldich held him closer as he pushed both their way through the thick crowd, finally reaching a part of the club which was desolate and not much of the music or lights touching it, he let the young assassin go. Aya leaned on the wall behind him and tried to catch his breath. After he was sure his breathing was stable, he now stood upright. He looked at the German, who was standing a few feet away from him, with utmost displeasure.

"I'm still waiting for that explanation of yours Schuldich. Now, where is it?"

"Well, technically speaking..." he paused to scratch his head, when he suddenly closed the distance between them again, shielding him from the people well known as the two most infamous gang lords who passed them by. A hand came up and partially covered the Weiss's face from them.

//Don't do anything// he sent to the redhead, eyes narrowing at the sight of the two kingpins of the underworld. One of them entered into a room at the opposite end of the club and the other followed suit. After he was sure they disappeared, he allowed Aya a few feet of distance. Aya frowned but understood that Schuldich sent him the message as a warning. He signaled the German to continue what he was saying a while ago.

"I don't have one..." he finished.

Aya raised an eyebrow at the statement as if disbelieving that the German could do this to him and slowly moved towards the bar part of the club.

"Hey, where are you going?" The shouted above the music as he followed the redhead.

"To go get a drink." He reached the bar safely and sat himself down on an available stool. Schuldich leaned an elbow beside the redhead's as Aya motioned to the bartender.

"To go get a drink? You can drink later, let's dance." He smiled slyly at the kitten, hoping to get things going on a more energetic pace.

"I don't dance. On the other hand, I don't go clubbing either." He turned to face the German as he finished his sentence.

"Ch', you're no fun Fujimiya." Tucking his hands in the pockets of his blazer, he turned his back on the young sword handler.

"Fine, just stay here and don't go anywhere."

"Where are you going?" Aya asked as his drink came up.

"To go find a more eager partner on the dance floor that is willing to start grinding it up with me." Though his voice lacked its regular enthusiasm, he left without saying another word.

--

Aya exhaled deeply as he drank another glass of his liquor that night. He had been sitting here for almost a few hours now and he still felt like the pits. Music and shouts of the people in the club pounding into your head as uncountable others tried to pick you up and take you home, was definitely not Aya's image of a 'good time'. He narrowed his eyes as he felt his head and vision starting to sway. Placing a hand on his throbbing temple, he ordered another drink from the man behind the counter. Suddenly a woman with light brown hair and chocolate brown eyes cuts in front of him and leaned on the bar table eyeing the young Weiss with amusement.

"LJ, you're finally here. Take care of that customer will you?" the man that he motioned a while ago said to the lady in front of him.

"Sure thing." She replied as she just stared deep into the kitten's eyes, which he narrowed in irritation.

"I've been looking at you from the other end of my post and I've noticed that you've been gulping down like there's no tomorrow." She started after a moment's silence.

"And what's that to you?" he asked as he was getting another migraine.

"Not that much really. I just didn't want to see a cute looking guy such as yourself die of over intoxication." She stood up from her crouched position and placed both hand flat on the surface of the table. "So, what can I get you?"

"Get me another one of these." The redhead held up his empty glass and tapped the brim lightly showing his order as he turned towards the dance floor looking for that familiar fluff of reddish orange hair above the crowds.

"You know," She said as she wiped a glass with a towel she kept on her shoulder. "If you want to drown away your sorrows, I could recommend a stronger drink."

"Whatever. Just bring me one."

His eyes riveted to see the German flinging his head wildly in tune with the music and another man dancing along with him, the younger person allowing his hands to run over the Schwartz's body whenever they came in contact. Amethyst eyes narrowed tremendously as he stared at the other man. He couldn't understand it, but a mixture of emotion started to swirl inside him.

First there was anger. Angry that Schuldich brought him to a place such as this for the night when he could be at the penthouse reading a book he brought along.

Frustration came second. He was frustrated at the fact that Schuldich just left him here to entertain himself and keep gulping down toxic beverages while the bastard was out there dancing.

And soon followed an emotion that he never thought would surface from inside of him. So unbelievably that he would encounter this feeling that he didn't even know what to call it. But one thing was certain; this feeling was aimed at the other person the older redhead was dancing with.

He was snapped out of his trance when a tall glass filled to the brim with a golden bubbly substance was placed in front of him.

"Here you go, love." The woman said as she placed the drink on the table. "It's a special recipe that a friend of mine made. It's called: ANGEL'S HEAVEN. Guaranteed to knock you out like a light bulb."

"Arigatou." He said softly, taking it into his hands as he felt the cool temperature of the drink through the thick glass. He didn't drink it but merely returned his gaze to the dancing pair, who seem to be the center of attraction to others who were amazed that they were able to pick up the beat. He closed his eyes as he tried to contemplate his next actions.

"You're jealous aren't you?" the lady asked him boldly.

"What?" Aya demanded as he faced the brown haired woman again.

"I said, 'you're jealous'."

"And how exactly did you come to that conclusion?"

"Well, for one thing, I can tell the way you look at him that you like him even if you would never bring yourself up to admitting it. And secondly," She paused momentarily to get another customer's order then continued. "Secondly, I was given the same gift as that guy you're hooked up on."

"You're telepathic?" Aya asked unbelieving anything he was hearing.

"You can say that." A slight amused smile curving her lips. "Look, my shifts almost over so drink up. It's on the house, sweetheart." With a wink, she turned and walked away.

Aya looked back down at the so-called 'Angel's Heaven' that he held in his hands and figured, if he was jealous over the man with the German, he might as well forget tonight. Though he couldn't understand what there is about him to be jealous about.

||Out like a light bulb, huh?||

Without another moment's hesitation, he swung his head back and swallowed the substance in one swift swig. Placing the mug back down on the counter, he started to feel lightheaded and his vision began to blur. The hand that held the mug trembled slightly as the swirl of lights inside the club grew brighter and moved faster. Gripping his forehead with his middle finger and thumb, he tried to block away the rising headache but only succeeded in making it worst.

He rested one hand on the counter as he tried to control his rapid breathing. When he suddenly felt a strong and demanding hand placed on his shoulder, he jerked backwards but the lights in the place were growing brighter causing him to close his eyes. That same hand came and encircled his waist, pulling him up from the stool he was sitting on and the other was placed behind knees for support as he was carried out to the back of the club.

--

Schuldich finished his dance number and bid his young partner farewell, though it did take a lot to persuade the son of an important weapons smuggler that he had another date tonight and he wasn't really up for a casual fuck with a stranger. Perspiring heavily, he returned to the bar to pick up his little kitten so as to try and coax him into at least taking one dance with him. Reaching the stool where he last saw his Abyssinian, he stopped dead in his tracks. Aya was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the club quickly for a redhead of the same height and built as the Weiss but was unsuccessful.

"You're looking for the lost kitten, aren't you?" Came a woman's questioning voice from behind, causing him to turn around.

"Have you seen him?" The redhead asked not bothering to conceal his concern.

"Just a few moments ago." She said as she began to pack up. "He left with a few other men."

"Did he fight back?" His apprehension was growing by the minute.

"Iie, German. I gave him a drink called Angel's Heaven. Made especially for skittish people. Want to know why it's called Angel's Heaven, red?" "Why?" He asked, emerald eyes narrowing in distress.

"It's got a special ingredient in it that acts like an aphrodisiac. It first heightens the senses then increases the libido of a person, giving the poor little angel a much-needed. HEAVEN. It takes an approximate of 2 to 3 minutes to work and he drank it around 5 minutes ago."

"Why in hell's name did you do that for?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, irritation evident.

"Well, for one thing, the poor little kitty cat was in need of companionship and you just left him here all alone. Secondly, you were getting hot on with that gun dealers' kid that you didn't notice he wanted out of this hellhole. I did what any self-respecting telepathic teenage bartender with a formula of enticing another's sexual appreciation would do. Give him that drink and hope for the best that when you guys get home, he'll get too hot and bothered to keep it down and both of you allow nature to take its natural course."

"I cannot believe I'm hearing this..." Schuldich shook his head in disgust.

"Better believe it darling, coz I'm taking a bet that your kitten is out back in the alley with three total strangers and God knows how far they've gotten."

Turning to his heels, the telepath cursed and headed for the back entrance. The lady bartender just sighed and rested a hand on the counter.

"Good luck, German."

--

Aya felt himself being slammed into a wall and as far as he could figure it out, he was in an alley of some sort. He still couldn't keep his eyes open but the rest of his sensory organs were functioning well. too well actually. He could hear, smell, feel, taste, and sense that there were three men with him. All bigger and stronger in built than him. Usually under these conditions, he would be able to find a way to get out and kill these bastards but at the moment his mind was mush. One guy's hands held both of his above his head while he started to kiss none too gently on the redhead's jaw and neck. Another was busy unzipping his shirt slowly from the side and soon succeeded in getting it unhooked. After this, he began running his tongue on one of the redhead's nipple. The other gangster was more focused on getting the redhead's pants off and finally did, allowing the leather pants to pool at his ankles.

"Hey look," the one at his legs said to the other two. "He's getting hard." He pointed out to them as he stroked his hand on Aya's already aching crotch, causing the Weiss to gasp in surprise.

"I think he likes it. don't you?" the one bounding his hands up whispered huskily into his ear while he bit the dangling earring and tugged at it. All of them continued in each of their own activity when suddenly one of them spoke out.

"Boss," the one who was occupied with the torso part of the assassin stopped to alert the attention of the guy near Aya's head.

"What?!" The one they called boss growled.

"There's someone watching us." Aya slightly opened his eyes to get an image of the man there, but was only able to come out with a silhouette of him.

"Then take care of it. Both of you."

"But boss." The one below whined in complaint.

"Do it! I didn't hire the two of you to be my bodyguards because you were cowards, now move!" both didn't want to leave the delicious katana wielder but they followed their boss's directions nonetheless. Getting up, they walked towards the entrance of the alley. With clubs and metal chain in hand, they charged towards the intruder in their mist. Unfortunately, before they were close enough to deliver an attack, they abruptly let go off their weapons and screamed in pain as both clutched their heads in between their hands. After a few moments of pleading for their release, they had received it. in death. Two bodies collapsed onto the cemented floor of the alley. The man walked towards the two people plastered on the wall and stopped short of just a few feet away from them.

The man that held Aya, apparently just noticed that his men had died and stopped in mid-kissing the exposed flesh, turned to face his enemy.

"Don't stop on my account." The familiar nasal voice echoed through Aya's ears as he now noticed who his savior was. "Please, continue."

||Shit...||

The boss though, decided not to follow the foreigner's advice. He too lunged for the German, but soon afterwards also met his demise.

"Ch'. Stupid gangster." He said kicking the corpse's stomach. "I gave you the remaining minutes of your life to finish what you've started with my kitten and you just throw it away like that." He snapped his fingers as if signaling the loss of something quickly.

Turning to his shattered Abyssinian, who sat on the floor while leaning his back on the wall, Schuldich eyed the poor kitten under the moonlight. His normal pale skin looked paler than imaginable under the night's sky. The violet shirt had slid off his shoulders and had fallen around his elbows. His pants were pulled down to his ankles exposing silken black boxers and his hair was disheveled. Eyes closed and mouth opened ever so slightly, it was entrancing and captivating that Schuldich couldn't get himself to tear his eyes away. He noticed the rising and falling of the young redhead's exposed chest when he breathed in and out, and the silver cross still dangling from his neck only added to his prolonged lust for the young boy. Walking cautiously towards the assassin, he could feel a strong sense of fear still enveloping the katana master's heart. Kneeling as he reached an arms length of him, he slowly reached out an arm to touch Aya's when suddenly the young redhead slapped the hand away and moved forward to cling himself around the German's neck. A soft sob escaped his lips, as he held on tighter to the telepath. Surprised and unsure of what to do, he placed his arms around the shivering kitten and tried to calm him down.

"Hush kitten. Nobody's going to harm you as long as I'm here." Schuldich said as he tightened his hold more on the sword wielder's body while he patted his other hand softly on the kitten's head. He felt Aya pull away slowly and he soon found himself looking deep into the redhead's amethyst eyes once more that night. Eyes that he thought would never contain a wanton emotion that he once learned to accept.

Lust.

Aya stared deep into his green eyes and slowly leaned forward to capture the German's lips in his own. Closing his eyes, he pressed his mouth on Schuldich's while his hands played with the locks of orange hair behind the foreigner. The telepath soon closed his eyes as well when he felt the younger assassin's lips part, giving him entrance. A silent plead for the foreigner's attention. He obliged the kitten's request as he opened his mouth and slid in his tongue that came in contact with the Abyssinian's.

Aya was sweet yet had a different taste in him, not mention the slight tint of the drink he had a while ago. He liked the way Aya tasted, and judging from the small smile the German was wearing on his lips, he was going to get more of Aya in the days to come.

Tongues twisting and meshing together, it was the most passionate kiss Aya has ever encountered. He liked it. No, he loved it. He never thought that kissing a man would turn out this wonderful, this exhilarating. Pulling the telepath closer to him, he deepened the kiss, hungry to have Schuldich all to himself that night. The lady bartender was right. He was jealous of the boy that was dancing with Schuldich a while ago. He wanted Schuldich to take him now, to make him his. To be forever with the German and never let anything come between them.

Suddenly, as fast as they had started, Schuldich suddenly pulled away and left the dazed Aya, who was still holding on to his neck, to ponder what the problem was.

"We... can't do this." He managed to say aloud in between his quick breathing.

"Why not?" Aya asked, feeling a bit downcast.

"Because neither of us is thinking straight."

"I thought you wanted to be satisfied SchuSchu." Aya purred
seductively at the German.

"Oh great." He murmured. "The drink is finally taking its full effect. Perfect." He stood up and held out a hand to the katana master, who gratefully took it in his own tender ones and slowly lifted himself up.

"Not tonight kitten," Schuldich whispered as he placed an arm around the Weiss's waist to keep him from falling over. Aya was drunk as hell, and he could never bring himself to fuck an innocent who was drunk. Two reasons are, as follows:

It would take out all the fun of breaking a person's soul when the innocent is unaware and not fighting back and,

He would be damned if Aya wakes up in the morning only to find out that his drunken state was used to the German's advantage and finally hates him for all eternity thus shattering his chance of getting the kitten to be his.

Aya closed his eyes and leaned onto the hollow of his neck, nuzzling it. When he was about to tell the younger assassin that he was not up to it tonight, he found out that Aya had already dozed off and was using him as a pillow. Giving a soft chuckle, he brushed the excess locks of hair from his face and gave the redhead a light kiss on the forehead. Gathering the kitten in his arms, they headed home.

TBC

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Yoshi! Chapter three done! (Makes big peace sign to the crowd) I think I went overboard on the later parts of the fic ne? In any case, I need your reviews and your insight about what you guys out there think of my story so don't be shy and please please please PLEASE review. =) Arigatou.

-Gunning Angel-