Strange Times
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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
4,183
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.
26
“Those are not pants.”
Schuldich looked down with mock alarm. “I was misled!”
Aya gritted his teeth. Yes, technically, the material pulled taunt over Schuldich’s legs was a pair of pants. But they were pants that would give mother’s vapors and send fathers after the shotgun stashed for that very occasion. They left nothing to the imagination and revealed things even nudity would have casually passed over.
For instance, Aya hadn’t noticed that particular bit of scar tissue on Schuldich’s left thigh. And he had never thought of the curve of Schuldich’s ass as quite that enticing before…
“Flattering, aren’t they?”
“Indecent.”
“Perfect.”
“I thought you were going to play nice.” Yohji was going to have a crisis of libido if Aya let Schuldich out like that.
“I want to make a good impression.” Schuldich batted his eyelashes in a devious attempt at coy.
Aya developed a tic in the corner of his right eye. Schuldich was not good for his blood pressure. His temper. His social life. His common sense….Executing an about-face with military precision, Aya gathered wallet and keys and let himself out of the apartment. “Put on a shirt.” He snarled before closing the door.
“You take all the fun out of life.”
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Aya couldn’t decide it he was escorting a date or being escorted by a body guard. Schuldich was dressed to impress, but he moved with the careful tension of a killer. All eyes were on him, with his ridiculous hair and dance club fetish ensemble. It was easy to get caught up in the smile and completely miss the fact it didn’t touch his eyes. Those blue eyes danced across everyone and everything, intent in a way that suggested he was looking with mind as well as vision. The transition from humor to sincerity had happened somewhere between Aya’s apartment and the street, and Aya had no idea what had prompted the transition.
But there it was, as Schuldich bared his teeth at a man who wandered too close, muscles coiling almost languidly in a way Aya remembered from quite a few rather disastrous confrontations with Schwartz. It was Mastermind today, and Mastermind didn’t want anyone getting close to his companion. No matter that his companion was more than capable of taking care of himself.
A brush of Schuldich’s active telepathy gave Aya chills. Schuldich had come to a conclusion, had settled himself and settled in.
Aya had an affinity for uncomfortable introspection. Walking to the café on autopilot, Mastermind taking a deceptively casual point position, Aya filtered through the morals and means of his current situation.
Schuldich was going to play nice, had already started with the same taunting and teasing that had colored his insinuated interactions with the members of Schwartz. He at least paused when Aya called ‘heel.’ It was a tenuous leash, and a tentative situation, not one that would be at all acceptable to Kritiker… But Schuldich was far preferable as an asset as opposed to an enemy.
Aya smiled darkly in response to the grin Schuldich tossed over his shoulder amidst a sweep of bright hair. Their eyes met, an epiphany was shared, and Schuldich strolled into the café, hands shoved in pockets, shoulders hunched with a pleasantly casual air.
Aya nodded at the man trying to be inconspicuous a few feet away, looking out of place as he tried to feign the casual nonchalance that came so easily to Schuldich. Kritiker was going to have their hands full if they wanted to take on Abyssinian and Mastermind. He had put too much work into saving the telepath, and he almost had him housebroken. There was no way Aya was going to just hand him over.
‘My, that’s big of you. Now, come save me from your team mates. The only one not thinking lethal thoughts is Balinese.’
When had a touch of caustic telepathy stopped making him shiver and started making him…smile?
Aya felt the expression broaden and entered the café, intent on using the unfamiliar and unexpected expression as a weapon to catch Weiss off guard, and keep them from killing Schuldich. If anyone was going to skin the bastard it was going to be him.
‘Remind me to thank you for the sentiment later.’
‘Don’t. Remember, I have a vicious, calculating image to uphold.’
‘Stop stealing my best lines.’ Schuldich looked up with a smirk as Aya entered.
“Yohji mentioned dinner. I trust I’m not interrupting?”
Schuldich looked down with mock alarm. “I was misled!”
Aya gritted his teeth. Yes, technically, the material pulled taunt over Schuldich’s legs was a pair of pants. But they were pants that would give mother’s vapors and send fathers after the shotgun stashed for that very occasion. They left nothing to the imagination and revealed things even nudity would have casually passed over.
For instance, Aya hadn’t noticed that particular bit of scar tissue on Schuldich’s left thigh. And he had never thought of the curve of Schuldich’s ass as quite that enticing before…
“Flattering, aren’t they?”
“Indecent.”
“Perfect.”
“I thought you were going to play nice.” Yohji was going to have a crisis of libido if Aya let Schuldich out like that.
“I want to make a good impression.” Schuldich batted his eyelashes in a devious attempt at coy.
Aya developed a tic in the corner of his right eye. Schuldich was not good for his blood pressure. His temper. His social life. His common sense….Executing an about-face with military precision, Aya gathered wallet and keys and let himself out of the apartment. “Put on a shirt.” He snarled before closing the door.
“You take all the fun out of life.”
________________
Aya couldn’t decide it he was escorting a date or being escorted by a body guard. Schuldich was dressed to impress, but he moved with the careful tension of a killer. All eyes were on him, with his ridiculous hair and dance club fetish ensemble. It was easy to get caught up in the smile and completely miss the fact it didn’t touch his eyes. Those blue eyes danced across everyone and everything, intent in a way that suggested he was looking with mind as well as vision. The transition from humor to sincerity had happened somewhere between Aya’s apartment and the street, and Aya had no idea what had prompted the transition.
But there it was, as Schuldich bared his teeth at a man who wandered too close, muscles coiling almost languidly in a way Aya remembered from quite a few rather disastrous confrontations with Schwartz. It was Mastermind today, and Mastermind didn’t want anyone getting close to his companion. No matter that his companion was more than capable of taking care of himself.
A brush of Schuldich’s active telepathy gave Aya chills. Schuldich had come to a conclusion, had settled himself and settled in.
Aya had an affinity for uncomfortable introspection. Walking to the café on autopilot, Mastermind taking a deceptively casual point position, Aya filtered through the morals and means of his current situation.
Schuldich was going to play nice, had already started with the same taunting and teasing that had colored his insinuated interactions with the members of Schwartz. He at least paused when Aya called ‘heel.’ It was a tenuous leash, and a tentative situation, not one that would be at all acceptable to Kritiker… But Schuldich was far preferable as an asset as opposed to an enemy.
Aya smiled darkly in response to the grin Schuldich tossed over his shoulder amidst a sweep of bright hair. Their eyes met, an epiphany was shared, and Schuldich strolled into the café, hands shoved in pockets, shoulders hunched with a pleasantly casual air.
Aya nodded at the man trying to be inconspicuous a few feet away, looking out of place as he tried to feign the casual nonchalance that came so easily to Schuldich. Kritiker was going to have their hands full if they wanted to take on Abyssinian and Mastermind. He had put too much work into saving the telepath, and he almost had him housebroken. There was no way Aya was going to just hand him over.
‘My, that’s big of you. Now, come save me from your team mates. The only one not thinking lethal thoughts is Balinese.’
When had a touch of caustic telepathy stopped making him shiver and started making him…smile?
Aya felt the expression broaden and entered the café, intent on using the unfamiliar and unexpected expression as a weapon to catch Weiss off guard, and keep them from killing Schuldich. If anyone was going to skin the bastard it was going to be him.
‘Remind me to thank you for the sentiment later.’
‘Don’t. Remember, I have a vicious, calculating image to uphold.’
‘Stop stealing my best lines.’ Schuldich looked up with a smirk as Aya entered.
“Yohji mentioned dinner. I trust I’m not interrupting?”