Strange Times
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,182
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
25
“What the fuck was that all about?” Aya snarled, every tense muscle howling an urge to kill as he stalked across his apartment.
“Dogs piss on trees.” Schuldich shrugged, and shrugged out of the purloined blanket-turned-toga.
A handful of minutes and disturbing mental images later, it all started to make sense, albeit in convoluted sort of way. Couldn’t anything with Schuldich be easy? “You were being territorial?”
Schuldich was obviously less than interested in continuing the conversation. The telepath snagged Aya’s towel and sauntered towards the bathroom. Sensing his hot water to be in peril, suddenly oddly self conscious and neurotically aware he could smell the other man on him, Aya engaged in immediate evasive action.
Schuldich blinked a slow acknowledgement of the irate man that had moved into the space between himself and the bathroom door. “Can I help you?”
Aya stared, dumbfounded, his temper fizzling in the face of Schuldich’s impenetrable nonchalance. “I don’t understand you.”
“Are you supposed to?” Schuldich brushed past him, shutting and locking the bathroom before Aya had time to take another breath.
‘Do you want to?’
It was standing on the edge of a metaphysical cliff, and Aya wasn’t at all sure he was ready to take that leap, and he was nervous that Schuldich would be more than happy to give him a push. No. nothing was easy when it came to Schuldich.
The shower started with the familiar groan of pipes not quite as young as they used to be. “Schuldich?”
‘The telepath you are trying to reach is busy using up all of your nice shampoo. Oh, that is a cute loofah. Good for those hard to reach spots, eh? Try back later.’
“Schuldich!” Was everything a joke with the bastard?
‘Only the uncomfortable things.’
Aya leaned against the wall, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
‘Empathy? From the implacable Abyssinian? I am shocked!’
“Stop that.”
‘Pardon me, but you aren’t exactly known for your verbose concern for the rest of humanity.’
“Yes, and you are a stunning example of humanity.”
‘Can we skip the heart to heart and just make with the fucking again?’
“You’re the one that doesn’t want to be a fling.”
‘Logic doesn’t apply to me.’
“The world knows that.” Aya pushed away from the wall with a shrug. “Also, you locked the bathroom door.” Leaving Schuldich to sort out that last sentence, Aya made his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee, coffee strong enough to burn the unfamiliar tang of concern and a faint hint of spice out of his mouth. His social life had been so much easier when it consisted entirely of working with his fellow assassins and killing with his fellow assassins. He had never, even in his most dramatically pain induced hallucinations, ever considered intimacy with a rival assassin.
Intimacy. A flurry of temper and desperation, clawing and biting and swearing and fucking. It wasn’t at all what he had assumed it would be, what the languid sort of contentment on Yohji’s overtired face had suggested. Then again, Schuldich was a rather unique case…
Schuldich emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, a naked incubus lured forth by the siren call of fresh brewed coffee.
“Windows.” Aya muttered into his coffee cup.
“Want me to go lean up against them and make your neighbors properly scandalized?”
Aya glared, Schuldich smirked, and a good portion of the tension dissolved as they each decided to ignore each and every issue that had been raised in favor of indulging in their shared caffeine habit.
“You could at least put some pants on.”
“Oh? Don’t like what you see?”
“…you’re distracting.”
Schuldich’s grin widened into a proper leer. “Good.”
“You realize there is probably one very traumatized Kritiker agent outside right now.”
“Way to ruin the mood.” Schuldich sighed. “They have good little spies monitoring you?”
“Probably. I don’t think Omi would take your good will at face value. And my word, while well meant…well…”
“I’m Mastermind, after all. I could mindfuck you into, well, fucking me.”
“That was horrific.”
“I know." Schuldich flashed teeth in a quick, broad smile, then regarded his mug for a moment. "I’m going to finish my coffee. Put on some pants, and then go try and play nice with the kitties. How’s that.”
“Do I need to leash you?” Aya’s lips twitched in a rare inclination towards humor.
Schuldich leaned close. “Only if you intend on using it.”
It was very hard to pretend not to be hideously embarrassed when in the company of a rather powerful telepath. Aya suffered his discomfort with ill grace, Schuldich’s laughter echoing through his head as Schuldich retreated to get dressed.
“Dogs piss on trees.” Schuldich shrugged, and shrugged out of the purloined blanket-turned-toga.
A handful of minutes and disturbing mental images later, it all started to make sense, albeit in convoluted sort of way. Couldn’t anything with Schuldich be easy? “You were being territorial?”
Schuldich was obviously less than interested in continuing the conversation. The telepath snagged Aya’s towel and sauntered towards the bathroom. Sensing his hot water to be in peril, suddenly oddly self conscious and neurotically aware he could smell the other man on him, Aya engaged in immediate evasive action.
Schuldich blinked a slow acknowledgement of the irate man that had moved into the space between himself and the bathroom door. “Can I help you?”
Aya stared, dumbfounded, his temper fizzling in the face of Schuldich’s impenetrable nonchalance. “I don’t understand you.”
“Are you supposed to?” Schuldich brushed past him, shutting and locking the bathroom before Aya had time to take another breath.
‘Do you want to?’
It was standing on the edge of a metaphysical cliff, and Aya wasn’t at all sure he was ready to take that leap, and he was nervous that Schuldich would be more than happy to give him a push. No. nothing was easy when it came to Schuldich.
The shower started with the familiar groan of pipes not quite as young as they used to be. “Schuldich?”
‘The telepath you are trying to reach is busy using up all of your nice shampoo. Oh, that is a cute loofah. Good for those hard to reach spots, eh? Try back later.’
“Schuldich!” Was everything a joke with the bastard?
‘Only the uncomfortable things.’
Aya leaned against the wall, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
‘Empathy? From the implacable Abyssinian? I am shocked!’
“Stop that.”
‘Pardon me, but you aren’t exactly known for your verbose concern for the rest of humanity.’
“Yes, and you are a stunning example of humanity.”
‘Can we skip the heart to heart and just make with the fucking again?’
“You’re the one that doesn’t want to be a fling.”
‘Logic doesn’t apply to me.’
“The world knows that.” Aya pushed away from the wall with a shrug. “Also, you locked the bathroom door.” Leaving Schuldich to sort out that last sentence, Aya made his way to the kitchen to brew some coffee, coffee strong enough to burn the unfamiliar tang of concern and a faint hint of spice out of his mouth. His social life had been so much easier when it consisted entirely of working with his fellow assassins and killing with his fellow assassins. He had never, even in his most dramatically pain induced hallucinations, ever considered intimacy with a rival assassin.
Intimacy. A flurry of temper and desperation, clawing and biting and swearing and fucking. It wasn’t at all what he had assumed it would be, what the languid sort of contentment on Yohji’s overtired face had suggested. Then again, Schuldich was a rather unique case…
Schuldich emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, a naked incubus lured forth by the siren call of fresh brewed coffee.
“Windows.” Aya muttered into his coffee cup.
“Want me to go lean up against them and make your neighbors properly scandalized?”
Aya glared, Schuldich smirked, and a good portion of the tension dissolved as they each decided to ignore each and every issue that had been raised in favor of indulging in their shared caffeine habit.
“You could at least put some pants on.”
“Oh? Don’t like what you see?”
“…you’re distracting.”
Schuldich’s grin widened into a proper leer. “Good.”
“You realize there is probably one very traumatized Kritiker agent outside right now.”
“Way to ruin the mood.” Schuldich sighed. “They have good little spies monitoring you?”
“Probably. I don’t think Omi would take your good will at face value. And my word, while well meant…well…”
“I’m Mastermind, after all. I could mindfuck you into, well, fucking me.”
“That was horrific.”
“I know." Schuldich flashed teeth in a quick, broad smile, then regarded his mug for a moment. "I’m going to finish my coffee. Put on some pants, and then go try and play nice with the kitties. How’s that.”
“Do I need to leash you?” Aya’s lips twitched in a rare inclination towards humor.
Schuldich leaned close. “Only if you intend on using it.”
It was very hard to pretend not to be hideously embarrassed when in the company of a rather powerful telepath. Aya suffered his discomfort with ill grace, Schuldich’s laughter echoing through his head as Schuldich retreated to get dressed.