A/N: I just want to say thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing this fic.
tmelange – Well, I'm working on it, but this chapter might surprise you.
Pandora 8.1 – Hai, no more question marks for now.
Vampire Louis – Here you go, continued as you wished. Thanks for the pointer, didn't even notice that one *kicks Word*
Sky Rat - *grin* We'll see, you'll just have to keep reading to find out won't you. *hint hint*
Lady Kickass – Yeah I'm working out the background, and Youji's blacking out.. that'll come apparent soon enough.

Pairings: Schuldig/Youji, Schuldig/Aya, Aya/Youji

// … // = Telepathy

Chapter 3

After being left alone in the basement, Aya sighed and headed back upstairs, shaking his head. Why couldn't he just say it? How can I make him understand what I mean? Frowning he shook his head again with another sigh and came up into the shop. "Aya." A dark blue ponytail swung to the side as the girl looked over at him. "I'm afraid I'll have to cut our time short today." He said softly, bowing slightly in her direction.

"Oh, is everything ok, Ran-niisan?" She asked, worried.

"Everything's fine." He said, noting that Omi was watching them silently from where he was dealing with a customer. "Something has just come up and I'm afraid it can't wait. Do you want me to drive you back?"

"Iie, I can take the bus." She smiled warmly and he smiled lightly back at her, feeling a twinge of pain as his imouto left his sight, but ignoring it, knowing she'd be ok.

"Daijoubu?"

Aya glanced down at Omi. "It's nothing."

"Usotsuki." Omi grinned up at him. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to talk to Youji. Can you look after the shop alone?" Aya asked, ignoring the question.

"Hai, it should be a quiet day. I'll be alright." Omi smiled up at him again and returned to his arrangements as Aya headed upstairs towards their apartments.

Walking along towards Youji's door he went over everything in his mind, scowling as he couldn't come to a decent conclusion. Raising his hand to knock, Aya changed his mind at the last second and turned the handle, opening the door and stepping inside. "Youji I –" He stopped midsentence, staring at the sight before him

Schuldig stood there waiting, arms folded and his typical smirk playing on his lips. "Something I can help you with, Ran?" He purred.

Violet eyes flickered over to where the blonde was, seemingly peacefully, asleep on the bed before blinking and looking back at Schuldig. "What are you doing here?"

"Che, anyone would think you weren't happy to see me." Schuldig looked away with a mock pout.

"I.. thought you were dead." Aya blinked again, closing the door lightly behind him and entering the room further.

"I was.." Schuldig said lightly and looked back at Aya, smirking again. "Or at least I think I was, I don't really remember much of the past few months."

He found himself standing infront of the telepath, not noticing he'd stepped up that close. One pale hand reached up to stroke over Schuldig's jaw and tangle in the long fiery locks as he leant into a kiss.

Schuldig parted his lips willingly and slipped his arms around the slim Japanese man's waist, holding Aya close to him still as he broke the kiss. "So I take it you missed me then?" He purred lowly, nipping at his ear.

Violet eyes looked back over to the bed. "Is he..?"

"Only sleeping."

"What did you do to him?" He looked back up at the German telepath. The pair had been secret lovers for just over a year before Esset's fall, having met up long before Schwarz had their first encounter with Weiß.

"It seems that I'm too much pleasure for the playboy to handle." Schuldig snickered lightly, untangling himself from Aya and walking over to the bed, sitting lightly on the edge. "He gave himself to me willingly, he's my pet now." He grinned lightly, brushing a lock of blonde hair from the sleeping Balinese's face.

Aya closed his eyes for a moment, pulled air deep into his lungs. The expression Schuldig and Weiß had seen so often: Aya's wanting-it-all-to-go-away expression.

"Saa, don't tell me you're jealous, Ran." Schuldig lifted an eyebrow and grinned at the redhead's continued silence. "You are!" He grinned, snatched his hand out and pulled Aya down onto his lap, fingers reached up to brush through crimson hair lightly. "You want him for yourself, don't you." It was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Aya said, looking away from the German.

"You know you can't lie to me, Ran." Schuldig purred, nipping at his neck again as he pulled Aya closer to him again.

Shifting slightly, he trailed one pale finger down the soft, smooth skin of Youji's cheek. "I want him." Aya whispered softly. "I want own him, possess him."

"We could always share."

"I never was good at sharing." He glanced back at Schuldig.

* * * *

It was already dark when Youji awoke again. Rubbing his eyes he yawned and nuzzled subconsciously against the warm body that lay beside him. Ano.. who.. what..? Forest green eyes opened slowly and he looked at the naked back of the sleeping form beside him, blinking.

Moonlight streamed in through the open curtains, pooling silver light on the sleeping form beside him. Schuldig! Sitting up carefully he went to slide out of his bed when he noticed the other sleeping, and also naked, form that was curled up in the German's arms. Aya.. Schuldig.. Youji ran a hand through his hair shakily and blinked again, staring at his teammate sleeping peacefully in the arms of the telepath.

// Go back to sleep, Kudou. //

Youji tore his eyes from Aya's sleeping form and blinked at the, apparently, sleeping German. But..

// We'll talk in the morning. Go back to sleep. //

Lying back down again, Youji nibbled on his lower lip as he closed his eyes, willing himself back to sleep and trying not dwell on the idea that the moonlight made Aya's pale skin seem to glow with ethereal beauty. That the typically cold Abyssinian seemed almost, angelic, sleeping in the embrace of the orange-haired demon that laid claim to Youji's own life now.

~ tbc