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- 1-The Hangover
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\Schuldig’s telepathic
thoughts//

~ ~

Schuldig rolled his eyes. “I wish
it weren’t any of you!”

Farf nodded and returned to his
knives. “You don’t really like any of us that way.”

“That doesn’t matter. I think
you’re all attractive, you know,” he fumbled, trying to figure out what to say,
“but it’s not like I’m looking for sex around the house now.”

“We’re all happy you’ve kept it far
away,” Farf chuckled.

“Me too,” Schu relaxed. “Don’t want
you all to scare away my dates.”

“They have to have strong stomachs
to be with you.”

“Please!” Schu sputtered good-naturedly.
“I am absolutely perfect.”

“Except for your memory.” Farf
seemed to be completely enjoying himself.

Schuldig crossed his hands over his
heart as if he’d been shot and draped dramatically over the edge of the bed.
“My best friend, my bosom companion, to whom I turn in my time of need, and
this is how I’m treated.”

“Drama queen,” Farf smirked,
putting away his knives.

“If I promise to let you mentally
torture me any time you want, will you tell me who it was?”

Farf pondered for a moment and then
shook his head. “No. We bonded. Maybe they’ll be my new best friends.”

S'>Schu snorted and rolled over. Now
that the knives were gone he could lie on his stomach, and Farf joined him. The
Irishman reached under the mattress and pulled out a little bag full of sweets.
He offered Schu a chocolate and took one himself. “So,” Schu asked, mouth full
of candy, “what do I have to do to get you to tell me who it was?”

“Why do you think whoever it was
had sex with you?”

“Because I’m irresistible?”

Farf swatted him hard enough to
bruise. “Maybe out there, but we all know you. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,
but there’s more to you than the flashy ass you are in public.”

“Um, thanks.”

“Whoever it was either had sex with
you because you were drunk and easily available, or because they have a thing
for you and took the opportunity presented.”

Schu blinked a few times until he
finally processed thiso tho they took advantage of me.”

“Yeah, and it would’ve worked out
fine if you hadn’t screwed it up with your big confession in the kitchen.”

Somehow he knew he’d end up feeling
guilty. “Which do you think it is?”

“Which do you want it to be?”

“I want to apologize and make it go
away. I don’t like the idea that I was an easy screw. I mean, I can be given
the right situation, but the idea of just having sex with one of you kind of
makes me anxious. No som someone has a thing for me, I would hope they weren’t
taking advantage of me.”

Farf squinted at him. “Have you
been reading self-help books or something?”

“Oprah.”

Farf snorted. “So, if it was
someone just wanting sex, you want to know who it is so you can apologize. Now,
if it’s a crush, what would you do?”

Schu sighed and looked away. “It
depends on who it i/p> /p>

Farf nodded and got up. “Okay, go
away. We’re having a team meeting and male bonding exercise without you. I
think I’m beginning to like mental tortu

“Always good to learn a new skill.”

“So, do you remember anything?”

Schu thought hard for several
long moments. “I remember kissing. Kissing for a long time.”

~ ~>~ ~

Light murmuring
voices from the kitchen were all that broke the nearly eerie silence the next
morning. If Schu didn’t need coffee so badly, he might have turned tail and run
back to the safety of his room. As it was, he steeled his nerand and walked
toward the kitchen. He reminded himself he was a very dangerous man, damn it,
and he shouldn’t be afraid of his roommates!

His stomach
dropped when he entered the sunny room. Fand Cnd Crawford merely looked at him
expectantly, but Nagi was grinning hugely in anticipation of something.

“Whatever
it is, it can wait.” Schu carefully skirted the others and poured himself a
large cup of coffee. He nursed it quietly.

After a few
moments, Nagi’s patience was gone. He poked Crawford’s shoulder and jerked his
head toward Schu.

“ldigldig,
why don’t you have a seat at the table,” Crawford invited dutifully.

Schu signed
and joined them. Whatever it was, they were all obviously entertained by it.

Crawford
waited until he was all settled before he continued. “As your, um, friends, we
have decided to assist you.”

“We had a
meeting last night,” Nagi burst. This earned him a steeply arched eyebrow from
Crawford. “Oh, but you take forever!” he whined.

“Nevertheless,
as team leader…”

“We’re
going to help you!”

Farf nearly
choked on his cereal as Nagi interrupted the stiff American again. He kept his
good eye toward the table, in case cutlery started to fly.

Nagi and
Crawford then started bitching at each other, but after nearly five minutes
Schu wearily raised his hand in surrender. “How are you going to help me?” They
stopped yelling and Nagi grinned again. Oh shit.

“I told
them that all you remembered was kissing,” Farf said.

“So we’re
all going to kiss you, in case it brings back your memory,” Nagi supplied
helpfully.

Schu blinked.
“All of you?” Nagi nodded. Schu looked at Crawford. “Even you?”

The
American nodded. “After much discussion, I am convinced it will cause more
anguish for you than for me, so that makes it worth it for me.”

Schu downed
the dregs of his coffee in one huge gulp. He tried to think of a way to get out
of it, but even his clever brain failed. They could make him do it if they
wanted.

Nagi was
making shooing motions with his hands, urging Farf and Crawford up and out of
their seats. He had them stand in a receiving line by the sink. “e ree ready!”
he clapped.

Schu, with
all the eagerness of a child getting a shot, left the table and stood in front
of Crawford. He felt awkward when faced with the challenging glint in the other
man’s eye. Finally exasperated with the whole thing, Crawford grabbed the back
of his head and pulled him in for a powerful kiss. Their lips mashed together
until Crawford pulled back just enough to open and plunder Schu’s mouth. The
other man tasted a bit like coffee, and obviously knew what he was doing. By
the time Crawford pulled back, Schu was leaning slightly into his body and had
to blink a few times to clear his head.

Crawford
smirked smugly and sat back down at the table.

Nagi looked
a bit offended. He moved forward and pulled Schu’s face down with his hair. The
kid tasted like strawberries and his lips were lush and soft. Obviously trying
to emulate the older man, he too opened his mouth and took. Still, the effect
was gentle and exploratory, and des desperately hoped he wasn’t Nagi’s first
kiss. He drew away eventually, and Nagi’s expression was sweet and dreamy. Schu
kissed him affectionately on the forehead and nudged him toward Brad.

That left
Farf. Schu smiled manfully and stepped in front of his friend. Farf blinked a
few times, waiting. Farf did that to him sometimes. He’d just not talk,
unsettling Schu so he just kept volunteering more information. This was not the
time for his little mind game, though. Schu put his fingers gently under Farf’s
chin and drew their mouths together. He tasted like cinnamon toast. Schu forced
himself not to chuckle.

Farf drew
away before Schu could get too involved and strolled back to the table.

“So,” Nagi
asked, “did you remember?”

Schu
blinked a couple of times, looking at the men at the table. “No, I’m sorry.”

~ ~

Which was a
total lie, of course. He’d figured it out nearly immediately there in the
kitchen, and had been hiding in his room ever since. There was some payback in
store.

He’d been
trying to avoid dwelling on it all day. He didn’t want to analyze how he felt
or what would happen later. Instead he focused on the immediate confrontation
and how he wanted that to go.

He did a
quick mental scan of the perpetrator’s room and found him there. The others
weren’t in the apartment at all. Perfect.

Unfortunately,
when he got there the room was pitch dark. Only one lonely thread of light fell
from the high window to the far corner. That’s when he saw him, sitting in the
er ser soaking up the pale light.

“So you
remembered?” Farf asked softly.

“Enough.”
Schu closed the door behind him and joined Farf in the corner. “Why?”

Farf
shifted with a small sigh. “I suppose you expect me to have a good
explanation.”

“I expect
something.” Farf fell silent and Schu squirmed uncomfortably. “Damn it, don’t
keep quiet so I keep talking!”

Farf
snorted and smiled. “I don’t have a good explanation. I just,” he shrugged for
emphasis, “wanted to.”

“You know
we all make allowances for your occasional insanity, but that’s no excuse for
such a crap answer.” Farf could only blink at him in surprise. “So you wanted
to. Did you want to like you’re glad it’s done now, or you wanted to because
you’d wanted to for awhile?” Okay, so that’s not what he meant to ask. His
mouth was always getting him into trouble.

“Which do
you want it to be?”

“Nope, no,
you can’t do that,” Schu shook his head fervently. “I have been tormented for
too long to make it that easy.”

Farf
sighed. “I’ve thought about it a few times, I guess. And then you came home
talking about how you hadn’t found anybody to play with. You came in here, and
you were pacing and telling me all about your night, when you weren’t tripping
over your own . I . I thought you were drunk enough that I could get away with
kissing you, you know, just to see what it was like. But then you kissed me
back.”

Schu felt
his stomach tighten at the thought. That morning all of the kisses had affected
him. Crawford’s had been all animal power, and Nagi’s reminded him of his own
explorations as a youth. But Farf, when they’d kissed it had pulled or clawed
at his gut, at once familiar and awkward. He’d had to admit to himself then
that maybe after he’d become friends with Farf he’d thought of him sexually
every so often. Okay, so more frequently lately as they’d become closer.

They were
friends. They talked and hung out in a way that neither did with anyone else.
Schu was to the point that he very likely needed Farf in his life, and when
someone was that important to you, you did not screw around with them.

Schu was
still analyzing everything when he felt a slight pressure on his mouth. Farf
shyly kissed him, lips closed, but pulled back when he got no response. He
blinked his eye rapidly and pulled away, rejected. He was starting to stand up
and leave when he felt a firm grip on his elbow.

/spa/span>“Don’t,”
Schu pleaded, pulling his friend back down. Farf pulled his arm away but
remained seated. “You just took me by surprise.”

“You should
just push me away now.”

“Well,
despite what you’re always telling me, I’m not that much of a stupid ass.” He
kissed Farf to calm him. “If you didn’t want me to figure it out, why did you
let Nagi have the kissing contest?”

Farf snorted. “I talked him
out of the spanking contest. You should be thankful.”

“I’m
surrounded by hentais.”

“We keep
your life interesting.”

Schu pulled
him closer for a tender kiss, which soon gained intensity. He pressed Farf’s
shoulders back against the wall, but their bodies weren’t yet touching. Schu
nibbled lightly on the Irishman’s lower lip and fondled it with his tongue.

Farf dug
his fingers into the backs of Schu’s arms and pulled him closer. They were both
kneeling now, Schu’s knees cradling the other man’s beneath him. Their bodies
drifted closer together, but their kisses vacillated between gentle and feral.

Schu pulled
ba bia bit to catch his breath. Farf’s eye was glazed, and he felt pride at
causing that flush and the pink plump lips. Kissing agreed with him obviously.
He decided breathing was overrated and dove back in, tangling his hands in
short silver hair and pulling them tightly together.

Farf dug
his fingers into Schu’s hips. Contact was all that mattered. Contact and
pressure, oh yes, and friction! He grinned as their clothed erections brushed
briefly and decided he liked it. He pushed his hips forward again. Yes, he
liked that a lot.

Schu
chuckled to himself. Leave it to Farf to discover something and immediately
become obsessive about it. Being the bossy ass everyone knew him to be, he
decided to take control before Farf ended it before they were even naked.

Naked was a
very good idea, Schu thought, twisting Farf’s stretchy shirt in his hands and
tugging. The damnable obstacle fought him though, merely pulling away from pale
skin. He had to pull back completely to get leverage, and Farf finally had to
raise his arms and help.

hrefhref="file:///\Hate">\Hate that shirt.// Schu grumbled mentally.

Farf
snorted. “I thought with all your experience you’d be better at undressing
people.”

The
German’s pride was offended a bit at that. He’d have to make his lover regret
teasing.

Suddenly
everything was overwhelming. All coherent thought fled as tongues tangled,
hands explored, and clothes flew from bodies frantic with passion. Two pale
bodied glowed and glistened in the wan moonlight as they finally shed the last
barriers and funny revealed themselves.

Farf’s eye
squeezed shut as Schu explored the complicated map of scars covering his body.
Only here, with him, did he not concern himself with them. Schu knew, and he
wasn’t intimidated by them. The thought warmed him, or maybe it was because
Schu was sucking his ear. He shuddered and pulled the German close so he could
return the favor.

Schu’s ear
wary sry sensitive and Farf’s hot mouth made him shiver. His hips bucked,
pressing together their hot dripping erections. Farf moaned and fell back, only
to stop with a thud as he hit the wall.

Schu bit
his tongue to stop his chuckle as Farf’s face shoed annoyance and surprise. If
he didn’t distract him, his lover would probably start slicing the wall to
teach it a lesson. They were still cramped in the corner. A change of venue was
in order. He pulled Farf to his feet and led him to the big crimson bed,
obscenely pleased at his lover’s dazed expression.

Farf
watched as Schu jumped on the bed and smiled as he bounded. He was like a kid
sometimes, taking happiness where he could find it. Schu gathered his wits and
kneeled on the bright blanket, reaching for him, but Farf wasn’t ready yet. He
let his eye trail possessively over the beautiful man in his bed. Schu had that
look on his face that he got when he thought he knew something you didn’t, but
Farf wasn’t concerned about that. He was blinded by Schu’s flawless pale skin
which glowed like a beacon in in the weak light.

Schu looked
wanton and elegant all at the same time, and Farf barely restrained a smile.
Apparently he had a thing for complicated men. Schu just waited while Farf
stared at him. The red hair was massed in wild disarray with some pieces
completely vertical. Farf slowly raked his gaze down that elegantly sculpted
body to Schu’s cock, red and pulsing with life in a nest of red red curls. This
part of him was as beautiful as the rest, longer and wider than one might
expect and currently throbbing with need for Farf. This made the Irishman smile
and finally move toward the bed.

Although
Schu was impressed into silence by Farf’s stark silver beauty, he was going to
make him pay for making him wait. As Farf climbed onto the bed and leaned
toward him, he grabbed his shoulder and rolled. Farf was panting beneath him
now, the true red bedspread accentuating his flush.

Farf, not
one to be pushed around even if he was on the bottom, instantly wrapped his
legs about the redhead’s waist and rubbed their erections together. Two gasps,
two moans, two heads thrown back in ecstasy. Their hips found a rhythm as they
rolled and ground together. Farf raked his fingers down Schu’s back hard enough
to leave welts as Schu licked and nibbled his jaw and neck. Farf, never known
for his patience, pulled Schu’s hair to get his attention, though their bodies
never stopped moving. “Lube,” he panted, “in the…yeah, do that again…drawer.”

Schu
disentanglemselmself just enough to grasp the handle, and he pulled so hard the
drawer nearly fell out. He didn’t want to pull away from the writhing man under
him to see, so he just started pulling things out. A switchblade, a knife
sharpening kit, a stuffed bear Nagi had given him, breath mints, and eye patch,
and finally lube. \Plain?/

“We can buy
a variety pack later!” Farf protested, pulling Schu back. “Fuck me now, or I go
for my knife.”

Orders like
that Schu hadprobproblem taking, but a gentle reminder of who was on top
wouldn’t hurt. He put the lube by Farf’s hip and lazily licked his way down the
front of his body, nipping col collarbone, nuzzling the insides of his elbows,
gently biting erect nipples. He flicked his tongue in and out of the panting
man’s bellybutton, earning him quickly smothered laughter. Apparently Farf was
ticklish, the thin delicate skin of his hips got special attention and Schu
languished there until Farf pointedly poked him under his chin with the proof
of how all this was affecting him.

Farf gasped
and arched his back as Schu finally took him in his mouth. He was swallowed
slowly, licked like candy and released, only to be taken deeper each time. He
decided it was torture, but he wasn’t going to complain. Schu’s mouth was hot
and his tongue talented, and he seemed to enjoy his work. When Farf started
panting Schu smirked and started to hum. Farf choked and cried out, and it was
almost a relief when he felt the first slick finger enter him. The torture was
only getting worse, but at least it was progress.

Schu
suckled Farf’s heavy balls and that magical bundle of nerves just behind as heid iid in another finger. He picked up a heady rhythm with his fingers and felt
like glng wng when Farf’s hips thrust to meet them. Fondly cupping the sack in
his hand, he took Farf’s cock back into his mouth and slipped in his third finger,
stretching carefully. Farf nearly folded in half as he found that other bundle
of nerves, and Schu’s hair was instantly gripped by needy hands.

“Now,
Schuldig, want you now.”

Schu
released the Irishman, leaning in for a deep tangling kiss while he slid lube
on his willful erection. “Okay, baby,” he said as he pulled away. “I’ll take
care of you.” He pushed in very slowly and relaxed when the first ring of
muscle accepted him. He didn’t care that Farf couldn’t feel pain, this was not
reason to rush.

Farf bucked
and rolled his hips, trying to draw Schu in. he opened his eye to see the
redhead steadying himself and taking cleansing breaths or something. Well, that
just wouldn’t do. Farf smirked, drew his legs up, and pulled those slender hips
down with all his might.

Schu nearly
passed out when he felt himself plunged into that tight gripping heat.
Apparently Farf didn’t feel he was that delicate. Well, he didn’t need to be
told twice.

He grabbed
Farf’s knees and pressed them out, opening the Irishman wide. He grinned as he
pulled out very slowly, only to plunge back in. Farf seemed to love the
plunging but hate the slow withdrawal, so Schu did it again. And again.

The man
under him was so, so hot, though, and he couldn’t keep his control. When he saw
Farf grip himself and begin a slow pumping, his resistance snapped. All
plunging, all the time, he drive himself heedlessly in and out of Farf until he
thought he’d go blind from sensory overload. He was so hot, and so responsive,
releasing moans and agonized mewling sounds.

Schu had to
distract himself and pushed his mouth into Farf’s neck to taste him there. He
bit him at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning him a grunt from the man
below. He was rapidly losing control and was a bit disappointed. He wanted this
so bad and it had tot.
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