Curled together on the slim futon, Schuldig spooning Yohji, the two men drifted into an uneasy sleep. Tomorrow they would take the money. The day after they would both be gone. Chances were, they'd never see each other again. No regrets, right? No regrets…
Schuldig let Yohji in a side door during his afternoon break. Yohji secreted himself in a storage cupboard, which Schuldig locked so no one would find him. The next few hours passed in tense anticipation for both men, and they stayed in contact to keep each other up to date, and well, amused. A dark cupboard isn't exactly the most entertaining of places and Schuldig had rotaed himself into the background bureaucracy of the bank.
The bank closed as the sun set and the employees began to leave. Schuldig joined Yohji in the cupboard while they waited for the secure van to arrive. Today, of all days, it was late. Traffic, apparently. The driver had phoned ahead.
Yohji was leaning against a shelf, staring moodily at the crack of light traced around the edge of the door. Schuldig was somewhere behind him, shuffling through the pens and pencils to see if there was anything worth nicking. There wasn't, so he turned his attention to his fellow 'cupboard-mate'.
Yohji jumped as he felt something wet slide along his neck. It was hot and rough and accompanied by short pants which sent waves of heat across the back of his neck that contrasted sharply with the shivers dancing along his spine. It didn't take a genius to figure out it was Schuldig's tongue. Yohji pushed him away forcefully. Schuldig was undeterred and grabbed Yohji's wrists, holding them down at waist level while he kissed the other man, forcing his lips open with his tongue and roughly exploring his mouth. Yohji groaned and responded in like, pressing his hips to Schuldig's.
Schuldig drew back to catch his breath, mouth sore and bruised from the force of the kiss. Yohji licked his lips hungrily, but caught himself. "We can't do this," he said, pained.
Schuldig laughed, a low, predatory sound. Had they been enemies, Yohji would have suspected a trap. It was the laugh of someone who knows something you don't know, in particular, that they've won. A chill shot up Yohji's spine. Fear mingled with anticipation to send adrenaline chasing teasingly through Yohji's limbs.
Schuldig dove in for another kiss and was surprised by Yohji's readiness. He let Yohji take control of the kiss while he tried to work out how to get their clothes of without letting go of Yohji's hands. Yohji's tongue ran across his teeth and teased the top of his mouth, pressing against his own. Schuldig let out a faint moan as Yohji ground their hips together, feeling his erection bump Yohji's.
Yohji pulled back, eyes wild. There was limit to how far they could go before stopping would cease to be an option. They were very close to crossing that line.
"Do you trust me?" Schuldig growled. "Do you trust me to keep myself safe?"
Yohji stared at him for several second, pulling his hands away from Schuldig's. Did he trust Schuldig? Green eyes met blue in the darkness and Yohji nodded.
Schuldig grabbed Yohji's shoulders and turned him around, pressing him into the wall of the cupboard. One hand reached down to fumble undone the flies of Yohji's jeans while the other curled around his chest to sneak inside his shirt and tease one of Yohji's nipples. Yohji collapsed against the wall for support while Schuldig worked on freeing his own erection.
Yohji whimpered when he felt Schuldig's hot groin against his bare buttocks, and his fists clenched. Schuldig grabbed one of Yohji's hands and pressed it firmly over Yohji's own penis. The other arm was pinned by Schuldig's, which was still exploring the inside of Yohji's shirt.
Schuldig let go of Yohji's hand, which was now jerking up and down on it's own, and scrabbled one handed through the office supplies, trying to find something that would double as lubricant. Yohji noticed the frantic search and guided Schuldig's hand to the back pocket of his falling jeans. Schuldig smirked at the small tube in the strip of light from around the door.
"Chocolate?" He purred, chuckling. Yohji shrugged and grinned over his shoulder. Schuldig spared that grin a quick kiss and went about the final preparations. It was hot and hard and fast, Schuldig slamming up into Yohji and Yohji slamming down onto Schuldig as the two men finally found a release for the frustration and tension that had plagued them for weeks. In a matter of minutes it was all over.
Schuldig kissed Yohji's hair and neck and shoulder, tracing a line down his right side. Yohji leant back against him, gasping for air. He held up his hands to the light. There was a row of half moons along the heel of the palm of one hand, the hand he hadn't been using on himself. Blood was beginning to fill the crescent cuts. If that hand hadn't been pinned those cuts would have been on Schuldig's neck.
"I would have killed you," Yohji said dully. Schuldig shrugged as he struggled with his trousers.
"They'll be here any minute," Schuldig told his dazed companion. "Ready to jump them?" Yohji stared at him for a second before forcing his mind back to the job at hand and nodding. The smirk of Schuldig's face let him know the innuendo hadn't been entirely unintentional and he realised with a jolt he was blushing, ever so slightly.
The door to the cupboard slammed open, making both men start. The tubby bank manager was standing outside, one arm around his secretary, glowering at them.
"You're fired," he snarled at Schuldig.
"Funny you should say that," Schuldig said calmly, drawing the gun Brad had given him and planting a shot in the centre of the bastard's forehead. The shot echoed loud in the corridor and the corpse slumped backwards, the back of the head blown out.
The secretary didn't scream. "About time someone did that," she commented. The two men stared at her. She smiled at their confusion. "I'll get rid of the body, shall I? Hey, aren't you Balinese? I've seen your picture in the files!"
Yohji gaped at her. "You're Kritiker?" he finally gasped out.
"Well, yes. Rex." She tilted her head to study Schuldig, but her eyes suddenly blank and Schuldig dragged Yohji down the corridor. When she came back to herself she was certain that the redhead was who she'd thought it was, but it was too late to do anything about it. She hadn't been certain when he'd noticed the man before, but the large chunk of missing memory was a bit of a give-away. Besides, if one of Kritiker's all-time top operatives was banging the telepath in a supply closet, he couldn't still be evil, right?
The van had parked and two men were emptying the safe into a specially made suitcase. If someone tired to steal it the clasp that kept it attached to the cuff would break and it would spew red smoke everywhere, staining the money and alerting everyone to the thief's presence. Similarly, if a person somehow managed to steal it without breaking it away from the cuff and tried to force their way in, the red smoke would start pouring out.
The suitcase was carefully deposited in a safe in the back of the van. Both guards froze suddenly and started taking off their clothes. Schuldig and Yohji pulled on the uniforms as fast as they could and tied the two men to a radiator. Yohji took the time to knock them both out so Schuldig wouldn't have to waste mental energy keeping them insensitive to what was going on. Both Schuldig and Yohji hung on to their normal clothes as well. A guard's uniform would be begging for trouble once someone noticed the money was missing.
The thieves climbed into the van and started for the depot, the location of which Schuldig had gleaned from the unresisting minds of the guards. There was a tense silence between the two men, but it lacked the awkwardness of previous ones. Yohji was the first to break it.
"Who gave you the gun?"
Schuldig glanced across to the Japanese man slumped in the passenger seat. He debated what to say. "I thought you said you trusted me," he ventured finally.
Yohji flinched. "Wrong answer, Schu," he sighed.
"Brad. Brad gave me the gun. He turned up while you were dosing at the park and gave me the gun and told me where to find you. Satisfied?" Schuldig bit out.
"Crawford? Oracle?" Yohji stared at him. "I… see."
"Do you? What exactly do you 'see'?" Schuldig snarled. Yohji shrugged, turning to stare out of the window.
Schuldig glanced towards the back of the van. So many security measures. You couldn't open the door to the back with the side door open; you couldn't open the side door with the door to the back open. Had to lock the case to your wrist. So many cards and passwords and keys to open everything. The main vault was even more complicated. Schuldig wondered whether to just forfeit that part of the plan and abandon the van, taking the case whole.
No, that would never work. They needed to take the money. If they didn't leave the suitcase the guards at the depot would get suddenly, horribly, suspicious.
"Hey, Yohji, climb into the back," Schuldig gestured with his head. "I'll call out the code so you can get the money. Still got your other clothes?"
"Sure," Yohji drawled. He crouched in the back, surrounded by claustrophobic reinforced steel walls, feeling like he was in the safe itself. Schuldig listed a series of numbers that Yohji obediently twisted one of the locks to. The next opened with a key and the third was a dud. The case sprang open, money in neat rows and bundles. Yohji's eyes widened. Packing the money into a sports bag he climbed back into the front. Schuldig paused by an alley and Yohji leapt out, clutching the sports bag. He changed in the shadowy alley and started to make his way back to their flat.
Schuldig drove calmly to the main bank, giddy with triumph. The guy at the gate stared at him.
"Hey! You're not-" his mouth stayed hanging open and his eyes glazed. The gate opened and Schuldig drove through.