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"Out of m'way!"

Yohji pulled the struggling telepath back on his feet and sighed wearily.

"Schuldig, it's a wall, you idiot."

Schuldig narrowed bleary, blue eyes at Yohji then glared at the offending wall. Just for good measure he gave it a kick then cursed a blue streak over his throbbing toes. Yohji sighed again then decided he couldn't in good conscience leave the wasted bastard there on the street. It would be unfair to the unsuspecting, mostly innocent patrons leaving the bar. Schuldig was just as likely to scramble the brains of anyone fool enough to either try to help him or try to take advantage of his inebriated condition.

"Tired," Schuldig mumbled and tried to fold in a heap.

"Not here," Yohji grunted and slung a skinny arm over his shoulder.

Now what was he supposed to do? He couldn't exactly show up at the Schwarz residence, drop off his burden and expect to leave unscathed. Neither could he take Schuldig home with him. Oh, he could just imagine his teammates' reactions if he asked for help getting the telepath in bed, especially Aya's. Yohji was pretty sure if he tried that the last words he would ever hear would be along the lines of 'Shi-ne, Yohji!' A sharp tug on his hair caught his attention and made him hiss in pain.

"Yohji," Schuldig slurred and rolled his head back to somewhat focus on Yohji's face. "Of all the people I haven't killed yet, you're my favorite."

"I'm so pleased."

"S'Truth! I would have killed you sooner if not."

Yohji stifled a laugh and maneuvered the lanky body into the Seven. He slid into the driver's seat and smacked the hands that tried to mess with the settings on his radio. Schuldig sniffed haughtily and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Where we goin'?" he asked and slumped down in the seat, not really caring as long as it wasn't home. Fuck Crawford and his orders. He wasn't a dog to lick his master's boots after being kicked. Schuldig touched a finger to his black eye and glared into the darkness.

Yohji took his attention from the road for a second to give a wary glance at Schuldig. The crackling anger literally radiating from the telepath was making his head ache.

"Chill out. I'm not taking you home, and stop that before you make me wreck the car."

"Sorry," Schuldig snapped insincerely, but he did tamp down on his broadcasting anger.

Yohji stopped at the seedy hotel they had been to before and left Schuldig in the car while he got a room. When he got back Schuldig was insolently sitting on the hood of the Seven waiting for him.

"Get off!" Yohji ordered. No one treated his baby that way!

Schuldig hopped down and twined his body around Yohji's like a boa constrictor.

"If you insist," Schuldig purred and jerked Yohji's head down to mash their mouths together.

Yohji groaned with the reluctant lust he always felt for the telepath and fumbled the room door open. They fell into the room and it became a frenzied fight to remove clothes. Naked and buzzing with lust, they wrestled until Yohji rolled Schuldig under him.

"I'm on top this time, bastard," Yohji panted.

Schuldig bucked under him. "Whatever. Just make it good."

Using more care than Schuldig ever showed him, Yohji made sure the telepath was loose, relaxed and panting with want before responding to the goading taunts for a hard fucking. Afterwards, Yohji cleaned himself up and started to get dressed.

"The room's paid for until morning checkout."

A strong hand on his arm stopped him and he looked at Schuldig. Schuldig looked softer and strangely vulnerable with his hair loose and partially covering the black eye. His lips were swollen both from Yohji's kisses and his earlier fight with Crawford. Yohji arched an eyebrow in question.

"Stay." The request was almost too soft to hear.

Surprised, Yohji settled back into the bed and made himself comfortable as Schuldig wrapped long limbs around him tightly.

"You getting soft on me, Schuldig?"

"I can still smother you in your sleep, Kudou," Schuldig mumbled into his chest. "Now shut up and let me sleep."

Yohji chuckled and closed his eyes, reasonably sure that Schuldig wouldn't kill him that night, but....he slept with his watch on.

Just in case he was wrong.