Author's notes: Well, I wasn't planning to continue this fic, but super hyper mondo butt licker, Miss Teary, won't let me have mah dragon plushie unless I do. Harrumph. So, here's another chapter. Enjoy.

Secret Admirer- Chapter 2

Death. Death was all Aya could think about. Sweet, releasing death. He wanted to crawl into a deep, dank hole and just die. If he was lucky, maybe a dog would jump down and eat his decaying body, and then there would be no proof he was ever alive. Unless one of his teammates squealed on him. Then he'd have to come back as a ghost and kill them. Naturally, Yohji would be the first to go. He'd get a knife, grab him by his over-used penis, and sli-

"Aya?...you okay?" Ken asked, cautiously approaching his red-haired comrade.

Aya narrowed his eyes at Ken. He was not in the mood. Ken held up his hands in surrender, slowly backing away. Aya didn't look too stable at the moment. "Okay, sorry…" And then he scampered away back to watering the various plants.

Aya opened and closed the cash register repeatedly, making quite the racket, and replayed yesterday's events over in his mind. There was orange hair. Too much of it. And tongues. Yes, very friendly tongues. He also remembered a hand sliding down the back of his jeans. Aya grimaced, slammed the register shut, startling Ken in the process, and then put his head down on the counter. It was time to sulk.

The little bell above the entrance to the flower shop jingling, signaling a customer entering. Aya kept his head down until he sensed said customer approaching the counter. He groaned and lifted his head up.

"How may I help y-"

Aya glared as his noted just who this customer was. Glasses, bags underneath tired eyes, a tie. It could only be Crawford. Aya opened his mouth to say something, most likely something very smarmy, but was cut off.

"Save me your bitch-fest, Abyssinian. I'm just here to get flowers."

Aya swallowed his pride, and took Crawford's flowers, ringing them up. It was a bouquet of sweet spring colored tulips.

"That'll be 49.99…" Aya muttered.

Crawford drew a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet, slapped it on the counter, grabbed the flowers, and strolled out of the store, not saying another word. Aya put his head back down. 'Stupid Yankee jerk…'

Aya began to doze off, but was startled awake by that same jingling sound. He looked up angrily, only to see the object of all his tress and frustration.

"Oh darling, you woke up just for me?" Schuldig said, sauntering over to the counter. "What it do, baby boo?" (AN: lol Schu's a gangster now)

Aya immediately sat up straight. "What?! What do you want?! Haven't you tormented me enough already?!"

Ken looked over curiously, and Aya sent him a glare vicious enough to butt rape him and force him back to work.

Schuldig simply chuckled and leaned against the counter, waggling his eyebrows. "Oh you have no idea in what ways I could torment you."

Aya cheeks flushed a deep pink, and he attempted to swat away the man.

"Out! Get out!"

"Aw, come on baby, don't be like that!"

As Aya bickered with Schuldig, Ken watched on curiously. Now Aya was too preoccupied to bother with the brunette. He swept the floor absent-mindedly, not really cleaning, just brushing things around. He wondered if Aya and that weird German guy was a couple. They didn't really seem like it, but with Aya's temper it was hard to tell. Maybe the German guy, Schuldig, Ken noted as Aya screamed the name and bitched further, had done something to cross Aya and cause a fight. Maybe he was just trying to make up.

'Fat chance…' Ken chirped in his mind. Aya's ability to hold a grudge was legendary. He was startled out of his thoughts by a screech and something smashing on the ground. It was the same vase Aya had chucked at Yohji's head and Omi expertly caught yesterday. Now the pretty thing was on the ground, lying in bits and pieces that glittered in the late morning sunlight. Ken sighed and started to sweep it up.

"Look what you did!" Aya barked.

"Hey hey, I'm not the one who tried to hit me over the head with it."

"Well you started it!"

Schuldig raised an eyebrow, and Aya sneered at him. He started it? Were they I first grade? Aya wasn't just mad; he was throwing a temper tantrum.

"Jeez Aya, what are you, seven?" He quipped.

"WHAT?!"

Aya was ready to slap Schuldig sound across the face, just like yesterday, but once again Schuldig caught him by the wrist. Aya narrowed his eyes dangerously, as if he could sense what was coming.

"Don't you even fucking da-"

Aya was cut off by Schuldig's lips planting against his own. As an automatic response, Aya's cheeks went as red as his hair. He struggled and cursed into Schuldig's mouth, which was a fatal mistake. Schuldig felt Aya's lips part briefly, and went in for the kill. The carrot-top slid his tongue into Aya's mouth, which screamed in protest. However, Schuldig did not cease his attack. He cupped the back of Aya's head, and pulled him closer, making him lean over the counter. He continued to kiss him deeply, and after a few moments, Aya stopped struggling. Schuldig smirked into the kiss, but did not back away. He was not about to stop and relinquish this opportunity. His tongue wrestled with Aya's, and a soft little sound escaped Aya's throat. Apparently he liked this more than he let on. So Schuldig persisted. He let go of Aya's wrist, who did not attempt to beat him again, and wrapped his arms around Aya's waist, hoisting him up onto the counter. He spread Aya's legs and stood in between them.

Aya finally broke the kiss, panting gently. His lips were kiss-swollen and his cheeks flushed. Schuldig thought he looked utterly delectable.

"Jesus Christ, Aya…"Schuldig muttered, hands still resting on Aya's waist. "You're too fucking sexy for your own good."

Aya looked away, eyes lowered. Was he embarrassed? Schuldig thought that was just adorable.

"G-get off me…" Aya protested weakly. He licked his lips a bit, savoring the kiss. Throughout his years, Aya never actually had a relationship. Sure, there was that one annoying girl who kept coming into the shop to flirt with him, but he'd never had a girlfriend or otherwise. And to think, his first kiss was stolen away by someone who he hated. Or thought he hated. But that kiss, it was amazing. Aya shivered a bit. Such close contact sent a shiver up his spine.

Schuldig smiled as he read Aya's thoughts. So he did like the kiss. Well, Schuldig sure wouldn't be the one to hinder Aya from his pleasure. He dipped a few fingers into the waistband of Aya's pants, stroking his baby soft skin.

"What do you say we continue this upstairs? Hm?"

Aya blushed, and then nodded slightly. "Okay…"

"That's my kitten."

Schuldig picked Aya up, cradling him like a bride on her honeymoon, and started to walk up that stairs.

"Darling, you have no idea what I'm gonna do to you."

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Aya woke with a start, snorting a bit in the process. He looked around disoriented. What that all just a dream? He hoped to whatever God existed that it was. Groaning, he sat up straight. He must've dozed off after Crawford left with the flowers. Aya sighed and stuffed his face into his hands. He'd nearly had a wet dream about his mortal enemy.

Meanwhile…

Schuldig snickered happily as he finished assaulting Aya's brain with naughty images. The redhead would never be safe from him. Never.

Nagi peered at him team mate curiously.

"Schu? Why are you smiling like that?" He questioned.

"Ah, no reason Naggles, no reason at all."

To be continued…

A/N: So, how did you like the second chapter? Reviews are always appreciated:D