Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal 2 ❯ Schuldig smirks and Ken doesn't think ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own them; believe me b/c I probably wouldn't share.

A/N: it's been a while I know, but it could be worse ;)…Oh yeah decided to split this chapter into two…not quite sure why but I remember there was a reason…hmm oh yeah it was too long.

 

Thanks to rq for the beta! All remaining mistakes are Schu's…it's his story after all.

 

dv: thanks *hug*

KD: I'm always a reader, shan't give that up, but writing will probably take a backseat one day

Bly: made it slightly better I hope…

bews: glad you liked!

gr: where's my update and I'm not going to be mean to Yotan for long, probably.

dimonyo: don't think I didn't notice that you didn't promise not to abandon me, just my stories *cry* and hehe that's what I think…Yohji's getting it on!

Missy: no cuddling of fic, my fic, not your fic *pouts*

 

 

 

 

Yohji entered his room. Schu followed sedately behind him, closing and then locking the door.

 

Yohji turned just in time to see Schuldig turn the lock before the once passive telepath attacked. He launched himself at Yohji, who ended up toppling backwards onto his bed. Yohji - thinking that the telepath really was attacking him - bucked, trying to twist and shake the redhead off of him.

 

Schuldig smirked, and it was only then that Yohji realised what the redhead wanted. Yohji stopped bucking. The Schwarz assassin's smirk dropped; he had been enjoying feeling Yohji writhe beneath him.

 

“Bastard,” the wire wielding assassin panted, “You could have given me some warning.”

 

Schuldig moved; Yohji had forgotten how fast the redhead could be, but was reminded when he suddenly found himself not only lying spread eagled on his bed, but also found his limbs tied to each of his bedposts.

 

“Schuldig.” It was a warning.

 

Schuldig lay down on top of Yohji groin to groin, front to front. “Don't worry Yotan, I won't hurt you.” Schuldig punctuated each word with a nip to Yohji's collarbone. “Unless you want me to,” he whispered huskily in Yohji's ear.

 

“Schuldig.” The blonde sounded almost fearful.

 

Schuldig listened to Yohji and realised that the blonde was panicking, his coolly confident act was just that, an act. Inside the blonde was overwhelmed by a confusing swirl of thoughts, nothing extremely coherent as the Weiss assassin panicked.

 

Yohji could lie to a telekinetic and pretend that it was nothing, but he couldn't lie to a telepath. Not that the Weiss assassin was trying at the moment; his mind was confused but centred on two main thoughts.

 

“Yohji, listen to me,” Schuldig held Yohji's face in his hands, “No one in Weiss thinks you're a whore, okay?”

 

There was a pause.

 

“No, that doesn't mean that Schwarz thinks of you as a whore either. Everyone thinks that you don't sleep with half the women you claim to. Actually Ken doesn't think at all, but that's beside the point. ”

 

With the mention of the Weiss brunette, Yohji's terror levels rose again.

 

“It doesn't have to be like that, okay?”

 

Yohji tossed his head from side to side, denying Schuldig's claim, remembering, reliving his time with Ken.

 

“Listen, there's a reason why Ken's not here right now. Okay? It's me, not Ken.”

 

“No.”

 

Schuldig gaped. Did the blonde tell him no? He must have been thinking about something else.

 

“Is it the bonds?”

 

Yohji nodded.

 

Schuldig stroked Yohji's hair off of his face, and rolled off of him. The redhead was trying to figure out how to explain it to the Weiss assassin; he got the feeling that telling Yohji `Well, the reason you are tied up is that if you try to run, Ken (and possibly Aya and myself) will chase you, and it won't be pretty' would not help his case right now

Think, Mastermind, think.

 

“Yohji, I'm going to untie your legs, okay? So if I do anything you don't like, you can kick me and let me know.”

 

Yohji's eyes were still wide, but he nodded, not protesting that he was still going to be tied up.

 

Schuldig stood and untied Yohji's legs; as he did he gave Yohji's feet a caress. Yohji's eyes never left him.

 

“Yohji, have you done this before? With a man, I mean?”

 

Yohji nodded, and since he wasn't being any more forthcoming Schuldig read the memories, certain that they wouldn't be too deep.

 

Yohji had only ever been with two guys and only for one time each, once when he was sixteen and again at seventeen. He had been bottom both times, and it had hurt like hell both times. Schuldig saw red when he realised that both of Yohji's partners had been careless enough to let Yohji bleed.

 

Yohji had stuck with only girls after that - they hadn't caused him pain. Well, not physical pain anyway…