A/N: Ok here it is, my first Weiß Kreuz fic. This isn't supposed to be like anyone else's fic and I apologise to any resemblance during this work.

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or any of the characters in it. Like the millions of other fans out there, I wish I did. *clings to Schuldig* This is for entertainment purposes only.

Pairing: Schuldig/Youji

// … // = Telepathy

Just One Night?

I think I'm drunk, Youji thought dimly. He let his heavy head fall back on his shoulders with a sigh the movement nearly throwing him and his seat backwards onto the floor. Clumsily, he clutched at the edge of the table, righting himself again.

"I'd say someone's had a few too many," Ken commented from somewhere to his left. The grin easily heard in his voice.

Youji ignored him, unconcerned. Ah, Hidaka Ken. How long had the pair been friends anyway? Just over two years now, wasn't it? Youji leaned his forearms on the table and tilted his head to one side, studying the younger man over the rim of his sunglasses. "What say you and me share another jug?" he asked with a grin, pleased that his words hadn't quite begun to slur.

Ken laughed, looking at the empty mugs scattered about the table. "Another jug, Youji? You've had more than enough as it is. You're practically falling down in your glass."

"Rubbish." Youji waved a hand carelessly, knocking over an empty mug. Ken caught it before it rolled off the table. Youji grinned his thanks. "The night's young, Kenken. Let's polish off another."

"You've had enough, Youji."

The low voice cut through the noise of the nightclub like a knife. Youji looked across the table and found Aya staring at him darkly. It sobered him up a little. Damn, but the man had a knack for looking ferocious. Ah, to hell with him, Youji decided. That guy wouldn't know how to have fun if it whacked him over the head.

"Well, I'm having another one whether you kiddies want to join me or not," he declared loudly, pushing to his feet. The sudden rush upright made the stars swim behind his eyes. Ken caught his arm as he swayed.

"Kuso, Youji. You're gonna fall over," he muttered, standing as well. "I'll just go get you some water, ok?"

"Fine," Youji said, ignoring Aya's glare as Ken headed over to the bar.

Ignoring Aya, he lit himself a cigarette and turned his attention to the dance floor, scanning the crowd idly. Perhaps he'd get lucky tonight.

"What's so funny?" Youji asked defensively as he heard Ken's laughter when a glass of water was set before him.

Ken's smile grew broader. "You, Yotan. You look like a kid when you're drunk."

Youji made a face. "Ugh. Gee thanks, Ken."

Though his senses were considerably dulled, Youji thought he heard a whisper in the back of his mind. // But you're no kid are you, Kudou. //

I'm drunk, I'm drunk, Youji repeated to himself. I'm hearing voices now. A drunken delusion. Yes, that's what this is.

Ken seemed to read the confusion on his face and just smiled. To hell with it, what's one more stupid move in the history of Kudou Youji?

With less finesse than he would have liked, Youji stood up from his seat and stumbled over to the dance floor, swaying in time to the driving beat of the current song the band was playing.

He could feel deep violet eyes burning into his back as he was picked up by the movement of the crowd. To hell with him, I don't need his judgement to live my life. He scowled inwardly.

// Of course you don't, Kudou. You are your own man after all. //

Youji blinked and glance around, smiling absently at the pretty young girl that was dancing beside him. Yep, you're hearing things now, Yotan. So you're either drunk or going crazy. Hell either one of them would seem right about now.

Confused, he slid over to the bar and ordered a stiff scotch from the bartender. The scotch soon appeared before him. Looks like he'd just have to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Lord knows he'd done it often enough before. Youji raised the drink to his lips.

"Baka."

Someone yanked the glass from his hand, spilling amber liquid over his wrist. "What the--"

"Are you trying to make an even bigger fool of yourself?"

Aya. Of course it was Aya. Who else would take such evil delight in making Youji feel like an idiot? Youji struggled to raise his eyes--when had they gotten so heavy?--and glared at the other man. Aya's face was dark, the chiselled angles of his face sharp with contempt. "Will you never learn, Yotan?"

Yotan. There it was, the first time Aya had ever called him by his nickname. Funny, how on Aya's lips the name was more than just friendly. Aya almost infused something more into it. Something intimate. Youji shook his head. Christ, he must be drunk if he imagined Aya felt anything except hostility towards him. The man had taken every opportunity to show with word and action how very little he thought of Youji and his lifestyle.

"Leave me alone," Youji mumbled, knowing he sounded petulant, but not caring. Even to his own ears he was sounding pathetic.

He shut his eyes. His head was buzzing. God, it was hot in here. A fine layer of sweat covered his face. He ran his palm shakily across his mouth. He opened his eyes when Aya remained silent. Aya was good at that. Too good, Youji reflected, irritated. He was good at waiting you out, waiting for you to open your mouth and prove how truly idiotic you were. As always, Youji found himself falling into the trap.

"Go away, Aya," he repeated. "You've called me names, you've had your fun. Leave me the fuck alone. I just want to drink myself into oblivion and wake up in some stranger's bed." He laughed. It came out sounding like a hiccup.

Aya's eyes bored into his consciousness like an ice pick.

Youji stopped smiling. "Leave me alone."

A crease appeared along Aya's brow. "Stop throwing yourself at every girl that crosses your path. They're not worth it." He paused, a strange look flashing swiftly across his face. "They're not worth you."

Right. Youji had not just heard that. Not from Aya. Then it dawned on him: he was being made fun of. The Ice-King was mocking him!

He shoved the redhead hard, not caring that Aya fell back against a crowd of people. "Stay away from me, you twisted bastard," he growled. Some part of him that was sober winced at the scene he was causing, but Youji didn't care. Aya expected him to act like an ass, so why disappoint? He turned his back on the other man and raised his hand to hail the bartender.

"Another scotch, here--"

A pair of hands grabbed him roughly by his other arm and jerked him away from the bar. A deep voice growled in his ear, "You've had enough, Youji. You're going home. Now."

Struggling against Aya was like fighting a bear. As the other patrons looked on in alarm, Youji found himself swiftly propelled through the room and out the door onto the sidewalk. The cold night air was like a bucket of water thrown in his face. His teeth started chattering.

"L-let go of me!"

Aya ignored him, dragging Youji down the side of the building until they came to a corner. Youji's eyes widened as he was pulled into an alley.

"What the hell are we doing here?" he sputtered.

Aya pushed him up against the brick side of the nightclub. "Waiting for you to sober up. If I put you in a cab now, you'll just have the driver drop you off at another club."

Not even realizing what he was saying, Youji blurted, "Not if you come with me."

The older man froze, his hands clenched around the fabric of Youji's shirt. Youji swallowed. Bad move, old boy, he thought to himself. Why had he said that? He knew Aya thought him little better than a slut. Why provoke him?

Youji knew why. It was because he was sick of the way Aya watched him with that disapproving glower on his face whenever Youji was deep in the middle of a good time. It was because he knew Aya considered him to be a shallow, pretty thing that would sleep with anyone who offered and yet Aya hadn't offered.

"I'm not good enough, is that it?" Youji went on, feeling imaginary ice crack beneath his feet as Aya simply stared at him. "Not good enough for you. I'm good to fight with, to kill with, but not good enough to fuck."

Aya shoved him hard. Youji gritted his teeth as his head bounced off the bricks as the redhead stalked back inside with one last parting shot.

"Go home."

Rubbing his head, Youji checked his fingers for any blood and sighed heading towards his car.

"You've got a trashy mouth, Kudou." This time there was no mistaking the voice, it was the same as the one he'd heard in his mind. "I can think of a better use for it."

All the alcohol in the world couldn't numb the sudden flare of heat that burst through Youji's body as fiery orange hair swept into view. "Jesus," he whispered, shaken.

Trapped between Schuldig and the wall, Youji couldn't move as the older man bent his head and brushed his lips against Youji's ear. "You drive me insane, Yotan. You're wasting your time with everyone else. Time better spent with me."

Youji shivered as Schuldig's tongue traced the curve of his ear. "But--but we're enemies, and you're supposed to be dead. What do you want with me?"

The tongue moved lower, laving a wet path down Youji's neck. "Do I seem dead to you? And what I want is simple. I want you, Kudou, just you."

// And you know you want me. //

Youji moaned as the older man found the sensitive skin at the side of his throat. "Ka-Kami-sama, you can have me," he gasped, clutching at the back of Schuldig's head, fingers tangling in orange hair. "For God's sake, take me. I can't--"

The German's mouth crashed down over his, cutting him off. Schuldig kissed like a hurricane. He made no pretence at romance. His tongue sought to ravish Youji, pumping into the younger man's mouth in a frenzy that made Youji gasp against Schuldig's lips, growing dizzy at the urgency of the kiss. It was like holding the door shut against an army intent on invasion. He didn't stand a chance.

He twisted his head and cried out when a large hand pushed beneath the waistband of his tight pants. Blood surged to his groin. He swelled to painful tightness as the German took hold of him, immediately setting a demanding pace upon his aching flesh. Youji's head fell back against the bricks, his short gasps clouding the air above him. Schuldig's lips latched onto his throat, sucking and licking. Youji thought his heart would explode.

"Kuso," he moaned. "I can't take this--"

With a harsh cry he shuddered hard with his climax and fell forward into his enemy's arms, blacking out to the sound of soft laughter.

* * * *

Waking up, Youji felt himself held in strong arms and he was sore all over. Opening his eyes slowly his sight was awash of orange. Schuldig. He closed his eyes again as the memory of the previous night came back to him. After the session in the alley, Schuldig coaxed the blonde back to his Seven and Youji was soon leading the German up to his room, forgetting to lock the door behind him.

Raising a hand to his face, he noted that he cheeks were with damp with tears. Images came back to him. Grabbing Schuldig and pulling him into a fierce kiss. Schuldig slamming him into a wall, screaming, whimpering, moaning with unbridled passion. The others had to have heard, must've heard, but I don't care. Why don't I care?

Glancing up at his enemy's face he sighed. Are you sleeping? He thought idly, resting his head down on Schuldig's chest again. You hold be here in your arms and I feel warm and yet unsafe, vulnerable.

Lying there, his eyes flickered to the door as he heard it open; the crimson haired figure standing in the doorway was unmistakable. Silently he just looked Aya in the eyes. He's shocked. Shocked and angry, and also somehow.. disappointed. Youji just watched him silently, dared him to speak, to say.. something. But Aya just stared, then silently closed the door again. If he'd been armed, would he have charged at us I wonder. He looked so hurt.

The rest of the night's memories came to him now and Youji sighed, burying his face against the strong chest and long, silky locks of hair. "You'll be gone by dawn, won't you?" The playboy whispered softly, burying his face deeper in the orange hair. "Perhaps they won't come again, maybe they'll just leave us here. Aya knows. Omi knows too, he saw us."

Thrusting, screaming, wet and so, so good. Again and again and again. You were lost in your thrusts, your passion. I was screaming, shouting, begging you for more and for you to never stop and he was just staring. I don't know if you actually noticed the slamming of the door when he fled; you were busy bleeding deep inside me. He must've told him: Aya, or he wouldn't have come. If it had been someone else, he wouldn't have come, if it were someone other than you, Schuldig. You, our supposedly dead enemy.

Giving one last muffled yawn, Youji closed his eyes again and drifted off to sleep, one last thought in his mind. I belong to you now, and here we lie. I made a deal with the devil and here I lie. He never noticed the emerald eyes looking down at him nor the faint smirk that played on the German telepath's lips.

"You think too much, Kudou." Schuldig muttered before closing his eyes again. But I do like the way you think.

* * * *

It was not long after dawn when Youji awoke again to a loud banging to his bedroom door. Burying his face in the pillow he noted that it still carried the musky scent of his night's partner. You left not long ago, didn't you Schuldig. Can you still hear my thoughts? He ran his hand over the warm patch where his enemy had lain not long before, sitting up as Aya stalked into the room.

"Where is he?!" Damn the red head was good at snarling like that.

Youji lifted an eyebrow slightly. Why does he care now, why is he taking action now that you've left and not last night while he saw us both here?

Running a hand through his hair with a lazy yawn, Youji smirked in just the way he knew would pissed Aya off more. "Why do you care, Aya?" He purred, shifting in bed slightly and causing the single thin sheet to slip more, revealing more of Youji's hip and obviously naked body. What is this I see, is he jealous? I wonder whom he is jealous of. He's not answering me, typical.

Aya tightened his grip on his katana, which had remained sheathed, and he turned and stalked out of the room. Leaving Youji to contemplate on either getting up for work early, or just going back to sleep.

~ End

Youji – Ok, what was that all about?

Bloodrose – Um, I have no idea actually.

Schuldig – Well, I'm not complaining.

Bloodrose – heheh, um.. please r/r minna?