*Author's note* I have nothing witty to say today. I do not own any of Weiss Kreuz.
Yohji took a deep breath, trying to control the rage that was building up inside. Storming into the living room, he ignored Schuldig's loud complaints as he shut the television off. "We need to talk," he said slowly.
"What seems to be the problem, roomie?" the German asked, propping his feet up on the coffee table.
Yohji just sputtered for a moment, unable to form words in the face of Schuldig's brazen ignorance. "This!" he cried at last, holding up one of his good shirts, which he had found balled up underneath his bed. "You were wearing my clothes!"
"Relax, Kudoh," Schuldig replied casually, "It's not like it was the first time, and besides, all mine are dirty."
"That's it," Yohji said, "I've put up with enough from you the past four days. So either you stay here under my rules, which include not wearing my clothes, or you can go somewhere else. Anywhere else."
Schuldig sighed dramatically and got to his feet. "Isn't it a little early in our relationship for an ultimatum, Kudoh?" He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and headed towards the door.
"What? What `relationship'?" Yohji cried, following him, "There's no relationship!"
Schuldig paused at the door and looked back over his shoulder. "You know what you need?" he asked, his usual smirk in place, "You need a night out. My treat."
"Your…what?...you…UGH!" Yohji threw the crumpled shirt across the room and slung his jacket over his shoulder, swearing that if both of them lived through the night, it would be a miracle.
* * *
It was miraculous how alcohol seemed to make all your little problems go away; or so Yohji thought as he sat at the little corner table, waiting for Schuldig to return with their next round. Hell, after this many drinks, he was starting to think that maybe the German was an okay guy, after all.
"I can hear you, you know," the red-head stated as he slipped into the seat opposite the blonde.
Yohji frowned, wondering what else the telepath had `heard' over the past few days.
"Not much," the German grinned, "At least, nothing exciting."
Yohji glared across the table at him. "Stop that."
"But you make it so much easier when you're drunk," Schuldig replied, leaning forward. Yohji caught a quick glimpse of bare chest. "It's a lot more interesting, too," the German added with a wink.
Yohji snorted and reached for a cigarette, hoping for an excuse to avoid further conversation, and also for a distraction, to keep him from thinking about something he might be made to regret later. Thankfully, Schuldig hadn't asked him to dance again.
Yohji leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, enjoying both his cigarette and the music. It was some local band playing, and they weren't half bad.
He heard the sound of a chair scraping, and a leg brushed against his knee. "This place is good, huh?" Schuldig asked, beside him, "I'm glad I found it." Yohji muttered something that could have passed for an agreement.
Schuldig sat quietly for a moment, eyeing Yohji carefully. The wheels in his head had been turning all night, and he felt the time had come to put his plan into action.
Casually, he draped his arm over the back of Yohji's chair. The blonde didn't even flinch. "Kudoh," the German whispered.
"Mm-hmm?" Yohji responded, still not moving.
"Oi, Yohji!" Schuldig reached across and grabbed the man's chin, turning his face towards him.
Yohji tensed, finally seeing what the German was up to. His mouth went dry as he stared into Schuldig's blue-green eyes. "Not here," he croaked, glancing around, "There's too many people…" He was trying to find and exit, or at least stall for time, but his mind was working too slowly, and Schuldig seemed to have everything covered.
"They can't see us," the telepath explained, moving closer, "They don't even know we exist. I could fuck you right here, right now, and they would never know."
Yohji tingled pleasurably at the images that sentence conjured up.
"Stop fighting," Schuldig whispered, his lips brushing Yohji's.
That was the final straw. No matter how he tried, Yohji just couldn't resist any more. Grabbing a fist full of red hair, he slammed their mouths together.
Yohji felt his self-control slipping away as the kiss continued, and his neck started to ache from being bent at such an awkward angle. Without taking his lips from Schuldig's, he swung himself around so he straddled the other man.
Schuldig purred as he moved his hands up under Yohji's shirt, feeling his hard, washboard abs. Yohji's hands strayed from the copper tresses, down Schuldig's sides, coming to rest on his hips. The smooth, silky feel of his pants felt somehow familiar.
"You're wearing my pants?" Yohji cried, shoving himself off the man's lap.
Schuldig looked up at him playfully. "I could take them off, if you'd like," he offered.
"You're unbelievable," Yohji muttered, sitting back in his chair.
Schuldig snorted, disappointed. This was not going the way he had hoped.
* * *
The bar was emptying out; they'd be closing soon. Schuldig still sat at the little table in the back corner of the room sulking, and God only knew where Yohji had gotten to. He'd said he was going to the bar for a drink, but that had been a good two hours ago. Schuldig was just wondering if he should head back to the hotel when the tall blonde seemed to materialize in front of him. He was panting hard and soaked with sweat, obviously having spent a good while on the dance floor.
"Did you have a good time?" Schuldig sneered.
"Actually, yes," Yohji replied, sounding less drunk than the German had expected.
Schuldig snorted. "Well, I'm outta here," he said, grabbing his jacket.
"Wait a minute," Yohji called, reaching for his as well, "I'm coming, too."
Just then, a female voice said, "Hey, you guys!" Yohji turned to see a fairly attractive young woman, her dark hair hanging loosely over one side of her face. She looked vaguely familiar…
"You're those two from the plane, right?" she asked, flashing a smile.
That's where he'd seen her! "You're that stewardess!" Yohji stated, "Tammy, right?"
Schuldig bumped him out of the way with his shoulder. "Tora," he corrected, offering his hand to the girl.
'Cheater', Yohji thought, 'He probably pulled that straight out of her head.'
//Better than making a fool of myself,// Schuldig's voice sounded in his mind, making Yohji jump.
"My name is Schuldig," he was saying to the girl, Tora, "And that one is Yohji." He motioned towards the other man with his eyes.
"Oh, uh, nice to meet you," Yohji offered his hand awkwardly.
Tora just smiled again. "Maybe we'll see each other around. I'm in town for another week or so. Well, it's nice to see that you two have kissed and made up, at least." She waved goodbye to them as her and her friends left.
Yohji ran a hand over his eyes. 'You have no idea,' he thought, ironically.