"What the *Fuck*?!" He blinked, and looked again. Nope, same redhead still there. A redhead who was definitely not Aya. And definitely naked.
"*What the FUCK*?!!!" He said again, louder. The man grumbled and rolled towards the clock radio on the bedside table. His eyes squinted to decipher the blurry red digits.
"Jesus Christ, its only 8 o'clock baby. Go back to sleep." The flaming head burrowed back into the pillow. It took Ken a full five seconds to snap out of his shock.
"Who the hell are you!!?!" he screamed. That got Schu's attention. Slightly sleepy but entirely livid green eyes bore into bewildered chocolate brown ones. Oh, god, the guy from the bar----...!
"Oh no," he whispered.
"Well that's pleasant," Schu snapped with a surprising amount of anger inflecting his voice. "Do you treat everyone you sleep with such warmth the morning after, Hikada Ken?"
"You know my name?"
"I know a lot more than that, kitten. And you would too, if you'd only stop for a moment and think with that pretty head of yours instead of flipping out." Jade eyes regarded him patiently.
Ken blinked. He looked at the coffee table strewn with Mardi Gras necklaces. He looked at the assortment of clothes-some of them his, some of them definitely *not* his- scattered chaotically on the floor. Ken's eyes widened as last night's memories came back hard and fast. He groaned.
"I was really, REALLY drunk," Ken protested covering his face.
"So was I." Cool fingers raised his chin to meet and emerald gaze. "That doesn't mean we didn't enjoy it. That doesn't mean we can't enjoy this."
Swiftly he enfolded Ken, capturing his mouth in a sound resurgence of last night's passion. Ken felt his knees go weak, and moaned softly into the warm, wet mouth. Schu grinned and withdrew, driving his lips against the side of the young athlete's neck, licking and biting and kissing the soft sunbronzed flesh. Ken threw his arms around the German's neck, twining his fingers in the fiery locks, his eyes squeezing shut as a wave of desire ripped through him. He panted by the older assassin's ear, rocking up on his tiptoes to meet every inch of his lover's toned chest. Schu's hands traveled up the former J-league player's washboard abdomen muscles, stroking the dips and valleys of the boy's prominent ribcage. He reached a hand up to toy with the brunette's nipples and Ken gasped near his ear. Schu shivered at the warm breath, and growled against the soccer player's throat. Ken felt the vibrations of the redhead's growl deep in his own throat, and groaned at the unexpected pleasure it produced. He pulled himself closer to the assertive assassin.
A knock sounded at their door. "Ken, you up?"
Aya. Dammit!
"Just a- " Amethyst eyes roved the room, noting the two naked men, the disarrayed bedding, the vodka and orange juice on the coffee table, and the absence of Yohji. His gaze lighted on Ken.
"If you see Yohji, tell him I need to speak with him." He left.
"Hmm," Schu mused, scratching his head. "Guess we left the door unlocked."
