Chocolate Treat: Part Four
By. Box
10/12/03

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It was nearing 4 in the morning by the time they got back to the hotel suite that Mr. Thompson had been kind enough to book and pay for them. Nagi immediately made a beeline for the bathroom, quickly shutting it behind him. The hat was off with a merry jingle of bells and carefully placed it on the closed toilet seat lid, knowing that Crawford would be displeased (understatement) if the costume were to get damaged in any way--they had been rented.

He opened the top drawer, searching for the bottle of cold cream to wipe off his makeup with. Not finding it in the first drawer, he moved onto the second, and then the third, and then the last one. Still no sign of the cold cream. Quick eyes scanned the vicinity of the spacious bathroom, but all he saw was the shampoo and conditioner perched on the corners of the tub. No cold cream.

Resigning himself to spending a good hour scrubbing his face with a wet towel, Nagi quickly shed the outer layer of his costume, and then bit his lip (since they were home, and he was taking his makeup off anyway) because in his haste to reach the bathroom, he had neglected to grab the change of clothes in his room.

Exhaling in disgust at his scattered wits, Nagi told himself to be grateful that he at least had a robe to wear--of which he now put on--and not just a towel. Although the towels were generously big.

He turned on the faucet and ran hot and cold water. Testing the water with his fingertips, he deduced it to be at the right temperature, and dampened the face cloth. He was just about to start the painful and grueling task of wiping off white, black, red and a dozen hues of golden yellow from his face when there came a knock at the bathroom door. He scowled at it (scowling was becoming his favorite expression lately) and grumbled.

"Yes?"

The knock came again, this time more insistent. Nagi's grumbling doubled. It could be Crawford, and it would be best to not test the American's patience. He crossed over to the door and opened it to find Schuldig smirking, without his mask on, and leaning against the doorframe.

His eye giving twitch, Nagi was about to slam the door in the German's face when a white colored bottled was shoved uncomfortable close to his face. It made his eyes cross, and he had to take a few steps back to make out what the German had presented him. It was the missing bottle of cold cream.

He shot Schuldig a suspicious look, wondering if the German had hid it before they had left, just for this very situation to arise. He wouldn't put it past the scheming hormone on legs.

"Thank you. Now get out." He tried to take the bottle away and simultaneously shove Schuldig away from the door, but the redhead had a firm hold on the cream, and instead strode confidently into the bathroom, nudging the door closed with a heel, and locking it behind him with his free hand.

Now thoroughly suspicious, and downright wary, Nagi backed away.

"What do you think you're doing." Statement, not question, that demanded an answer.

Schuldig ignored him and instead focused on unscrewing the bottle's lid. Long fingers dipped the hand cloth that Nagi had abandoned to open the door, and he turned off the running water after having wrung excess liquid from the towel. He coated the towel generously with cream, and then he finally looked at Nagi once more. The smirk had widened, although there was an odd look in his green eyes that didn't hold amusement so much as something that Nagi couldn't identify. This was starting to make him nervous, and Nagi didn't like being nervous.

"Schulding, what are you--" His chin was capture in a strong, but curiously gentle grip, and he was cut off by the cool sensation of cream against his lips. The German studiously wiped the lipstick off before moving to rub the cream in circular motions on his cheeks and forehead. The towel was turned and the strange cool warmth from the damp towel left his face feeling oddly refreshed and light as the excess cream and makeup was wiped off. Bit by bit Schuldig cleansed Nagi's face of the heavy eye shadow and eyeliner. All of it he did in a comfortable silence, which made Nagi even more uncomfortable.

But for some reason, he didn't stop the German or demand why he was being treated like a child. Perhaps, not so much like a child... but Nagi didn't know what other word to use in replacement.

So instead, he focused on the soothing warmth of Schuldig's fingers on his skin, and the way the damp warmth from the towel left his skin feeling cleaner and lighter with each gentle sweep. He had had to close his eyelids for Schuldig to wipe off the eye shadow, and though Schuldig no longer ran the cloth over his eyes, he kept them closed. He was feeling pleasantly drowsy all of a sudden, and he slumped against the sink counter behind him. Since his eyes were closed, he didn't see the oddly soft look in Schuldig's eyes.

The damp towel left his skin and Nagi felt another irrational pang at the loss. Although, something quiet and snarky inside him told it was more the warm fingers that he missed. He squelched that voice down too.

Hearing the faucet being turned on again, Nagi blinked his eyes open lazily, and watched with distant interest as the German discarded the ruined towel and got a new one. He felt the damp towel being pushed into his hand and he automatically caught and held to it, bringing it up to his face to run the newly dampened cloth over his features.

Schuldig remained silent, and Nagi was loathe to break the surreal atmosphere that had suddenly enveloped him--them.

Nagi noticed, once finishing, that his cheeks glowed a faint pink from being cleaned so thoroughly. Now for the awkward, equally surreal emotions to settle in.

He wasn't quite sure what to say, now that the task of makeup removing was done. He should brush his teeth and proceed to his room now, but couldn't bring himself to announce to departure. Schuldig wasn't helping any either, just standing there leaning against the sink, arms crossed and studying Nagi with that damnable expression on his face.

After a pregnant pause, the unnatural stillness of his companion unnerving him quite a bit, Nagi worried at his lower lip before gruffly muttering, "Thank you."

Schuldig only smiled, a small, strange smile and Nagi's flush deepened in a blush that had nothing to hide behind.

Fingers tilted his chip up again and his lips parted in protest but was silenced by the gentle, gliding caress along his lower lip. Schuldig's look was suddenly so much more intense than it had been mere seconds ago, and Nagi was finding it hard to breathe with the way the man looked at him. Really looked at him, not like his other looks when Nagi felt embarrassed and angered by the perverse pleasure the German gained from his antics. No, Schuldig was looking at him in such a raw, piercing way that he felt naked. Not nude, but naked. Naked and vulnerable and he knew his body was flushing from an unknown emotion.

"Trick or treat, little one?" It was the first time Schuldig had spoken since entering the bathroom, and the sudden huskiness of his voice threw Nagi out of his daze, although he was still confused.

Nagi suddenly found his mouth filled with something firm, round and smooth. He blinked. It tasted like... chocolate? Dark, rich, bittersweet chocolate and he realized Schuldig's free hand had popped in a piece of candy in between his parted lips without him even noticing until he was chewing on the sweet.

And his lips were abruptly parting once more in surprise from the sudden, near-bruising crush of Schuldig's lips against his and--oh! His gasps were being swallowed up in a hungry, searing kiss and he couldn't tell if the intense sweetness was altogether from the chocolate or the hot, moist opening of Schuldig's mouth against his own.

Nagi whimpered softly, the sounds muffled against Schuldig's mouth. The kiss changed then, slowing down, becoming more of a gentle meeting than the hungry, whirlwind it had been earlier. His eyelashes fluttered as he was coaxed gently to play, and with unsure, breathlessly shy strokes he began to reciprocate more actively in the kiss.

Nagi wasn't sure how long it lasted, but it had to have been for some time because when Schuldig pulled back, he found himself gasping harshly and sucking in deep gulps of air. Green eyes glittered at him, darkened by that unnamable emotion. Nagi's own eyes were open at half-mast, slender shoulders heaving up and down as his body quickly took in the badly needed oxygen.

Schuldig ran his fingers lightly over his closed lips again and abruptly gave him a (alarmingly) lecherous grin. "Treat for you, liebe! Happy Halloween!"

Nagi, still recovering from the vicious attack to his senses, could only blink in muddled surprise at the spot where Schuldig had stood to the door that was now open and empty.

Eyelashes blinking rapidly in befuddlement and shock, his fingers rose to his lips. Glancing in the mirror, he took in his disheveled hair (when had that happened?... ah, when Schuldig's fingers had intertwined through his hair), the deep flush in his cheeks, the glazed look in his eyes, and dark, bruised lips.

He could still taste lingering chocolate treat, along with the mingling taste of Schuldig's mouth.

Perhaps the candy commercialized holiday wasn't so bad after all.

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Author's Notes: Holy. Cripes. It's been a LONG time since I've written anything so intensely long. @__@; I feel so happy. And what is it with SchuldigxNagi that makes me go into GREAT WHOMPING LEERING details? ^^;; Mmm.. chocolate kisses. Yummy. I hope this return into fandom made some of you happy. I know it's been over a year since I've worked on some of my series *cough*TornApart*cough* but hey... at least I'm still alive and aware of the demands? *grin*

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! *leers*