Strange Times

Whipping boy, prodigal son, and embarrassing older brother; it was hard being Schuldich. “I can be anyone you want, babe” he had whispered once into a victims ear, telling the terrifying truth with his liars smile, all the while picking the unfortunate’s brain for every bit of trauma, every phobia, he could possibly use.



Schuldich rested his head against Aya’s thigh for a moment, knowing better than to push his luck and try for a kiss. Adamantly ignoring every inclination to flip the slightly dazed man onto his stomach and fuck him into the cushions. The taste of Aya on his tongue, the hissed attempts that Aya made to smother his pleasure still in his ears, Schuldich was having trouble playing nice.



Enemy, victim, partner; it was always fascinatingly complicated, being Schuldich. “You sure you don’t want a shower?” Countless lifetimes of sin beamed in that smile. Every bad idea possible twinkled in blue eyes.



Schuldich was in a good mood.



Aya managed a shake of the head on the assertive side of decisive while trying to convince the rest of his body to get off the couch.



“And here I thought you were a clean little kitten.” Schulich chuckled, licked his lips, shucked his clothes, and slipped into Yohji’s bathroom.



Aya fumbled his pants on and closed, and tried to dispel the annoyingly languid mood that seemed determined to keep him relaxed and reclined. He could still feel how Schuldich’s appreciative chuckles and encouraging hums had vibrated against him, how Schuldich’s hands had gripped him, held him. There had been no heat of the moment to hide in, no explosive emotions to blame. Aya had gone from startled to enthusiastic between a lick and a suck, and he was moving directly into uncomfortable guilt with alacrity. Or he would be if an insidious little pressure in the back of his head hadn’t been muttering reassuringly amused bits of nonsense. Mostly it was just a vague thought that he really ought to be more upset about letting Schuldich…



From enemy most vile, to half drowned victim, to a partner in a fascinating array of ways…



“Stay out of my head.”



‘Come wash my back.’



“That is Yohji’s bathroom.”



‘And that was Yohji’s couch.’



“Leave me some morals.”



‘Where would be the fun in that?’



Aya didn’t deign to answer.



Schuldich lathered his hair with lavender scented shampoo, tossed his head into the pleasantly forceful spray, and dropped a soapy hand to his neglected cock. Jerking off in someone else’s shower wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but Schuldich had very few options at that that point, unwilling to force the sex issue with Aya as he was. Self indulgent and hedonistic he was, without a doubt, but one didn’t get to be a powerful telepath of his age without a daunting level of self control. When it came to Aya, Schuldich would get around to getting his own way. Maybe someplace hilariously inappropriate. Perhaps somewhere luxurious. But it would happen. Self control and determination were as much a part of his infuriating personality as his more readily apparent vicious sadistic streak and brothel morals.



At least he had the decency to wipe of the shower wall when he was done.



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Yohji wondered, halfway back to the apartment, why he had purchased pastries and coffee enough to feed the very people that had ejected him from his own home an hour earlier. “It’s that damn nice guy image, Kudoh. Nothing but trouble.” Talking to yourself was all well and good, just as long as you didn’t answer back. And provided none of your ghosts seemed inclined to add in witty points of view or snide comments. His closet full of skeletons remained blissfully silent, allowing Yohji to come up with new and interesting insults to think loudly in hopes of offending the man who had requisitioned his apartment.



‘You offered.’



Juggling cardboard coffee holder, pastry bag and keys, Yohji let himself in, scowling as one Styrofoam cup was liberated, and no offers of help were forthcoming. “Thanks guys.”



“You’re welcome.” Schuldich sucked coffee from the cup, ignoring its temperature with the doggedness of a true addict.



“Where…”



“Shower.”



“You’re welcome.” Yohji muttered, maneuvering his burdens to the kitchen table.



“Thank you.” Schuldich pressed what felt distressingly like a kiss to the back of Yohji’s head as he breezed past to assault the locked bathroom door. Yohji hoped he was being taunted, teased, harassed….anything to take the almost wistful sort of honesty out of what Yohji had seen of Schuldich’s expression.



“Aya. Yohji brought coffee. And a bag from the bakery. I think there might be a bear claw in there. And an elephant ear. I claim the elephant ear.”



“Go away.”



“Aya. Your coffee will get cold if you take too long. Let me in to help you.”



Yohji decided it was an excellent time to call Omi and get an update as to last nights proceedings.