Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Disclosure ( Chapter 9 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I don't make `nuthin' off this but gratification of my own twisted pleasures. I took these boys out to play and let them frolic like they really wanted to `cause that's the kinda sick and twisted little puppy I am.

 

Thanks goes to Race for beta-ing this for me. You are a doll.

 

Thanks also goes to kuyashinaki for providing me with the German phrases. Any spelling/grammar mistakes are completely mine.

 

~ indicates character POV

** indicates internal conversation.

 

 

Disclosure

 

 

~Yohji~

 

I got over the anger of Aya using me the way he did, but the hurt lingered on. Schuldig assured me Aya didn't see me as just a fuck toy and since Schu had front row center in our heads, I tried to believe him. Aya was in emotional pain, too; I could feel it roiling off him in waves whenever I got too close. Aya was sorry for upsetting me but I don't think he had a clue why it hurt me so badly.

 

Once I got over being pissed at the world and Aya in particular, I spent a few days just thinking about Aya, and our relationship, and why it had hurt so bad when I thought he viewed me as a convenient fuck. It had never mattered with anyone before, and the fact that it did now frightened me. If I had any good sense, I'd clear out of the whole relationship now.

 

If I had any good sense, I never would have gotten into the relationship in the first place.

 

It came to me how completely screwed up Aya was to have even thought for a moment that I would want to hurt him back for what was an accident. Schuldig confirmed that Aya was just an incredibly damaged piece of work emotionally. He refused to elaborate, the bastard, but he threw me the crumb that Aya did care for me a great deal and that Aya never once saw me as a fuck toy. It was a little strange to have Schuldig defending Aya's interests, but I could tell he was sincere.

 

When Schu brought me home that night, hammered out of my skull, I knew he had snooped in my brain. Schuldig was a difficult mix of emotions, much like the man himself. A small part of me still saw him as the evil mind fucker that I had known him to be when we were enemies; I knew that he still liked to screw with people's heads. Yet I was positive that he wouldn't do that to either Aya or me. From things he had said and done, Schuldig showed an unexpected possessiveness, and I knew he saw Aya and me as his. Mastermind defended what was his like a tigress with her cubs.

 

I desired Schuldig on more than just a sexual level. I wanted to spend time with him even if it wasn't for a night of hot sex; not that I didn't want to have hot sex with him whenever I could. That was pretty much a first for me with all the different partners I'd had. The only other person to get that reaction from me was Aya. It may have started out as just a sexual relationship with Schuldig but it had turned into more. How much more, I hadn't figured out yet. Didn't know if I was ready to figure that out yet.

 

Aya was just as complex as Schuldig but far harder for me to read. He could be purring in my lap and arching into my caresses one minute and clawing out my eyeballs the next. Aya was prickly, rude and tried his best to hold everyone at arms length; me included. He fascinated me and made me brave that `fuck off and die' attitude to steal a few kisses or grope his ass. When I looked at what I felt for Aya, I initially shied away from it.

 

I was falling in love with Aya. I don't know why. He wasn't making it easy for me and didn't seem to be encouraging those feelings in me. Then again, after the little glimpse of how fucked up he was emotionally, he probably didn't have the first clue of how to respond to love from somebody who wasn't his immediate family.

 

So here I was; making a mess of a simple floral arrangement because I couldn't stop thinking that I had one lover that might not be able to emotionally return my feelings and another lover that was just as likely to kill me as kiss me. I didn't even want to think about what they felt about each other but once my mind started to wander down that road, I was unable to turn back.

 

Since I wasn't sure what Aya felt for me, I couldn't even hazard a guess as to what he felt for Schuldig. I know he seemed to tolerate Schuldig for the most part. But there were also the times that Aya and Schuldig had gotten together without me. That had to be more to it than just tolerating another person. You didn't, as a rule, fuck someone repeatedly if you didn't at least feel some kind of attraction to him. And they looked beautiful together; just picturing them together gave me a hard on.

 

I know Schuldig wanted Aya and me. Beyond that, I couldn't say what his feelings were towards either of us. It had been no love tap he had given me when he thought I had hurt Aya on purpose that night in the bondage house. Did it mean he had deeper feelings for us? I didn't know but it was starting to become a very important question to me.

 

~Aya~

 

Yohji was still suffering. Every time he looked at me, it was with the same hurt and sadness in his eyes that he had directed at me when Schuldig had brought him home drunk. The anger had faded after a few days, as Schuldig had said it would, but the pain remained. Schuldig said he'd help me fix things with Yohji but I wondered if I hadn't screwed things up for good with him.

 

I loved Yohji but I didn't know how to show him; how to tell him. It would kill me if he refused my love. I don't know when I had started to love him; I never would have realized how I felt if Schuldig hadn't forced it from me. I couldn't stop loving Yohji even if he told me he didn't love me back.

 

I watched Yohji mutilate the arrangement he was working on; it seemed I wasn't the only one distracted. There were times when I seriously doubted my sanity for wanting to be able to feel again when I knew it could hurt so much.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I had to be nuts to want to help Aya fix his fuck up; at the same time that I thought it was the most brilliant thing I'd done lately. I get closer to Aya by helping him deal with Yohji's anger and hurt. I get closer to Yohji by being there for him while he was still hurt and angry with Aya. It was a win/win situation. I was a fucking genius for thinking up this solution.

 

I hummed to myself as I made a snack in the kitchen. Not even Nagi stealing the pickle from the side of my plate could dampen my mood. I was a little smug over the fact that this time, I was utterly blameless in the whole debacle. Yeah, I felt bad for Aya and his guilt and bad for Yohji and his hurt; but how often was I the innocent party? Not too damn often.

 

“What's got you in such a good mood? You make somebody's head explode? Brad's gonna freak if you did,” Nagi said as he munched on his stolen goods.

 

“Nein. Shit hit the fan and I had absolutely nothing to do with it,” I said with a smirk as I moved my plate further away from Nagi's thieving fingers.

 

Nagi looked at me with patent disbelief. “Yeah, right. Whenever things go south, you're usually the number one cause.”

 

I refused to be insulted when it was true. I picked up my plate and walked from the kitchen, ruffling Nagi's hair as I passed by. The boy was too startled to protest and I made it safely to the living room without something invisible tripping me or slamming me into a wall for daring to treat him like a kid. Farf was already in the living room watching T.V. He barely spared me a glance, glued to a show about autopsies. No way in hell was I watching that while eating. I picked up the remote and changed the channel.

 

“Hey!” Farf yelled and tried to grab the remote back.

 

“Just let me eat without watching a spleen being removed from a body that was floating in the river for a few days and I'll change it back after,” I said as I started on my sandwich.

 

Farf eyed me suspiciously. A knife appeared like magic in his hand as he watched me eat. I sighed and offered him half, earning a look like I had just turned into a pod person. I smirked at Farf and waved the sandwich under his nose. He stared at me a minute longer before the bright silver blade of the knife speared the sandwich between my fingers. He took a bite and watched me from the corner of his eye. I couldn't resist the urge to snicker evilly just to make him twitch.

 

He got up from the couch and left the room, dropping the sandwich onto the table like it was poisoned. I caught the fleeting thought from Farf that he thought I was going nuts. I grinned and stretched out to claim the whole couch, eating my sandwich in peace while flipping through the channels. I felt a stirring in my head and relaxed my shields ever so slightly; Nagi and Farf were talking with Brad about me. Seems I had freaked them both out. I grinned to myself. I was so good I could stir up shit without even trying.

 

Then the knowledge that I was eavesdropping on them with virtually no effort hit me. Sure, it was easy for me to listen in to any one of them because I'd known them for so long, but it had never been this easy. We all had shields to varying degrees and I usually had to focus at least a little to catch things that weren't directed at me. This was like listening to a regular spoken conversation.

 

“I'm telling you Brad, something weird is going on with Schuldig. Drag his butt in here and find out what he did. He had to have done something,” Nagi said.

 

“He offered me food and actually gave it to me,” Farfarfello added, proof that I had slipped my gears.

 

I smirked and made my way to Brad's office and walked in on the startled little group. This had the potential for so much fun and mental games. I was about to open my mouth when Brad knocked the wind out of my sails and made my smirk a scowl.

 

“Schuldig has found himself new love interests. As long as he doesn't start mooning over them and making puppy-dog eyes, I think we can all live with a pleasant-Schuldig. It'll be a nice change from smug-bastard-Schuldig.”

 

“Schuldig has a girlfriend?” Nagi said, clearly in shock at the idea. “Who'd be dumb and desperate enough to sleep with him on a regular basis?”

 

That comment stung and was, I thought, uncalled for. I was a damn fine piece of man and I had people clamouring to get into my pants all the time. I didn't need this kind of shit from Nagi the Perpetual Virgin. I sent what I thought was a little mental jab into his head and watched in horror as he dropped like a stone. A thin trickle of blood wormed out of his nose.

 

“Nagi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean…” was all I got out before I was hurled into the wall and had the breath knocked from my body.

 

An invisible vice began squeezing my chest making it hard for me to breathe. I'd just pissed off the one person in the room who could probably kill me before I killed them. I was going to die if the little brat kept this up. My breaths were becoming shallower and I could hear Brad yelling at Nagi as if from a distance.

 

**Schu? What's happening? ** Yohji's voice felt worried in my head; a split second later Aya was asking the same question.

 

**I hurt Nagi by accident. I used too much power on him. I think he's going to kill me, ** I was gasping for breath and my vision was blacking out.

 

There was a rush of fury from my two lovers. Even though I was dying, I felt a little burst of happiness at their anger on my behalf. They cared about me. They didn't like it when I was being hurt. Power spiked through me and made my head spin briefly. I turned my attention to Nagi and dove into his head. It was like sliding a hot knife through warm butter. There was zero resistance to my storming through him.

 

There should have been.

 

Nagi had shields. Not as good as mine but strong ones; I'd taught him how to put them up myself. I pulled and twisted inside his head and was soon able to breathe and move freely again, leaving Nagi staring at me with a vacant look on his face, awaiting my next mental command.

 

Farf fingered his knife, deciding who to stab. Situation fairly normal, there. I drew in some lovely oxygen and met Brad's calculating look. Something about his expression made me suspicious, so I drove into his psyche next. There was only token resistance to my intrusion before his mind fell open to me. Brad gasped and clutched at his head.

 

What the fuck was going on?

 

Brad had shields on par with mine. I shouldn't have been able to get into his head so easily. But, since I was there, I snooped a little. Brad had some ideas of what was going on with Yohji, Aya and me. This little display was only confirming it. He was excited over the prospect and was making plans to use it to our advantage if and when the cleaners showed up again.

 

The cleaners? Who or what the hell were they?

 

I dove deeper; Brad was actively struggling against me now. I was almost to the memories I wanted when I was shoved violently from his head. I heard groans, I think it was both of us. Brad leaned against his desk and panted; I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes at the headache that bloomed suddenly.

 

When I opened my eyes again, Farf had moved silently to stand next me, his blade held a fraction of an inch from the big vein in my throat. “You broke the Baby.”

 

“Schuldig, let Nagi go,” Brad said, pulling himself together.

 

Startled, I looked Nagi over. He should have returned to his senses when my attention had focused on Brad or even when I brushed over Farfie. I cautiously slid into Nagi's head and released the control I had taken from him before backing gently out. Nagi slowly blinked his eyes as if coming out of a deep sleep. He seemed a little confused and walked with shaky steps to sit in one of the chairs. Farf remained where he was with the knife hovering near my throat.

 

** What the fuck is going on? Schu? Yohji just collapsed, ** Aya said with a hint of panic in his voice.

 

I felt my own panic flare at that bit of news. I ignored the sharp throbbing in my head and sought out Yohji. He was out cold but unhurt. I pushed into his head and met with the same resistance as before even though Yohji was unconscious. He was simply exhausted, as if he had expended a great deal of energy in a big burst.

 

**Schuldig, ** Aya said in an angry, warning tone. **What's wrong with Yohji? What did you do to him? **

 

**Nothing. He's fine, just exhausted. Get him into bed and let him sleep it off. I'll explain later. I have some answers to drag out of Brad. **

 

I cut Aya's annoyed protests off and focused on Brad. He was a little pale looking but he had an air of smugness that irritated me. Brad waved Farfarfello away from me and had him lead Nagi from the room. He told Nagi to go lay down and gestured for me to take a seat.

 

“I've been trying to figure out the problem of your sudden power boost and think I have the answer. This little display just confirms it. It will prove very useful to us,” Brad began as he sat back in his chair.

 

“Who are the cleaners Brad?”

 

“I'll explain them later. I'm sure you want to know about this power boost more,” Brad hedged and waited until I gave him a grudging nod. “It would seem that the power boost comes from Yohji. While we were still under Esset's thumb, I collected data quietly from the massive library they had. It took a little looking, but I came upon a brief mention of an incident similar to the one you described.”

 

Brad had my complete attention now. I could feel excitement leaking from him and had to wonder what it was to get the normally reserved Brad almost coming in his pants.

 

“In this other incident, Esset had a person, a young girl, who could amplify another person's Talent. She was able to boost their natural gifts to varying degrees. Esset had never dealt with something like this and worked her like a dog. She experienced the same symptoms as Yohji. She would collapse after the other Talent drained her of energy to pump up his own gift. The increase in power was permanent after being repeated several times over the course of months. Unfortunately, the constant drain killed the girl after only six months.”

 

My mouth fell open in shock. I knew Yohji had something going on besides the minor empathic Talent. I had never imagined it would be something this big. Then the last sentence made its way into my brain and the blood drained from my head so fast I damn near passed out.

 

“Does this mean Aya and me are slowly killing Yohji every time we drain him?” I asked Brad with a hoarse voice. A flutter of panic and a sharp ache settled in my chest at the thought.

 

**Schu? ** Aya's voiced broke through my shields. It had a worried tone to it that was tinged with annoyance from my cutting him off earlier.

 

**Ach, not now Aya. I'll talk to you later, ** I said as I again cut Aya off and tightened my shields against him. I still felt stronger than I should and immediately wondered if I was drawing off Yohji again.

 

“I don't know. Esset didn't do a lot of research into that end of it. I don't think they knew they were killing the girl. They wouldn't want to kill someone who could do what she did for their other agents. I don't think what happens with you three is quite the same as Esset and the girl. You seem to draw on Yohji when under stress. You're not doing it constantly on a daily basis.”

 

“Think of Yohji's Talent like a battery. The more you use it, the less energy it has. If you allow it to re-charge, you can keep using it indefinitely. If you drain all the energy out of it in one shot, you can never re-charge it; it's dead. I don't know the specifics of his Talent. They're probably a little different from the girl since every talent is slightly different; even those of the same type. Unfortunately, the records Esset had on this girl and her Talent were not complete.”

 

Brad fell silent and watched me. He seemed to be waiting for something. I don't know what he expected me to say. Hearing that Aya and I might be slowly killing Yohji was a shock. It was one thing to kill when that was the job you had to do. It was another thing entirely to accidentally kill your lover. I rose from my seat and headed towards the door. I need to calm my thoughts and try to figure out what I was going to tell Aya and Yohji.

 

“We need this Talent of Yohji's if we want to stay out of the hands of Esset when they finally get their shit together. They will come for us eventually Schuldig. They've invested too much time, money and training in us to just let us go no matter how broken they are right now,” Brad warned, just as I reached the door.

 

“Not if it's going to kill Yohji. I can't let allow that Brad. Aya and Yohji are mine and I protect what's mine.”

 

Brad gave me a considering look and let me leave without saying anything further. I headed to my room and lay on the bed, trying to calm the whirling thoughts in my head over this latest piece of information from Brad.

 

~Aya~

 

When Yohji had suddenly collapsed in the shop I moved faster than Ken or Omi and caught him just before his head would have bounced off the floor. We both felt the pain and panic from Schuldig. It had only been seconds after that when Yohji turned whiter than a lily and crumpled to the floor. The fan girls squealed and the babble of worried voices rose to volume usually heard in sports stadiums. I ignored them, my attention focused only on Yohji.

 

Ken helped me get Yohji to his room but left quickly when I started to undress him. If I hadn't been so worried, I would have stopped to appreciate Yohji's beauty. As it was, I let my fingers trail lightly over his chest, wanting the simple contact that I had somehow come to expect yet was currently being denied. Schuldig was continuing to block me out but he knew something. I felt his anxiety spike again and pushed hard against the mental barrier he had erected. Yohji moaned softly under my hand and broke out in a light sweat as I breached Schuldig's shields.

 

**Schu? ** I asked in a worried tone tinged with annoyance at him blocking me out.

 

**Ach, not now Aya. I'll talk to you later, ** Schu said as he cut me off again.

 

That set my temper off. Something was wrong with Yohji; Schuldig knew what it was and wasn't telling me. I tried to reach him again. Yohji's stiffened under my hand and a wrenching sound of pain slipped past his lips. Startled, I turned my attention to Yohji and pushed sweat dampened hair from his face. As soon as I focused on him and not trying to reach Schuldig mentally, the deep groans of pain stopped. I tried to contact Schuldig once again and Yohji's body went rigid under my hand. I stopped trying to contact Schuldig and Yohji relaxed.

 

I chewed on my lip as I thought. Obviously, my trying to breach Schuldig's strengthened shields was causing a reaction in Yohji. I didn't understand how that could be. Schuldig said Yohji was exhausted and he'd explain later. I wanted answers now. I pulled the covers up over Yohji and reluctantly left his room. I pulled my cell and called the number Schuldig had given Yohji and me a few weeks ago; it rang endlessly and I finally hung up in frustration.

 

I was going to get answers one way or another. I couldn't contact Schuldig mentally; I wasn't going to do anything to further hurt Yohji. Schuldig wasn't answering me or his phone. If I knew where he lived I'd just go pound on his door until he had to talk to me. Damn the man for refusing to tell Yohji and me where he lived. Schuldig claimed it was safer for us not to know; what utter bullshit. We were all assassins. It's not like we couldn't hold our own against him and his team.

 

The more I thought about confronting Schuldig in his own house instead of waiting for him to deign to tell me what was going on, the better I liked the idea. I knew it was my emotions talking; the old Fujimiya Aya would have patiently waited and maybe done some katas. This new Fujimiya Aya was working more and more from the heart, at least where either Yohji or Schuldig were concerned, and I liked the way it felt.

 

My mind made up, I went in search of Omi. I found him back at work in the shop, covering as best as he could for both Yohji and me. Ken had waited as long as he could before he left on deliveries.

 

“Omi, could you trace a cell number to either the location it's at or find out the address of the owner?” I asked quietly.

 

“Sure. Wouldn't be too hard. Why? What's up Aya? Does this have something to do with Yohji collapsing? Is he going to be alright?”

 

“I need to talk to Schuldig and he's blocking me out of his head and isn't answering his cell. He knows what happened to Yohji.”

 

Omi looked at the crowded shop. I followed his gaze. The fan girls were out in full force. I had been ignoring their squealing and sighs but realized now that it was going to be a problem if I wanted Omi to do this right away. They needed to leave; now. I moved out from behind the counter into the babbling sea of females. Questions asking after Yohji bombarded me. They had probably been shouting the questions since I had come back into the shop. I held up my hands and waited for the volume of chatter to lower.

 

“Yohji is fine but we're closing the shop early. You have five minutes to make your purchases,” I said as I moved behind the cash register.

 

Five minutes turned into fifteen. I refused to answer any questions and scowled and grunted at the girls. The more they fawned over Yohji and wanted to buy flowers to make him feel better, the more annoyed I got. I was startled at how tempted I was to shout at them that Yohji was my lover and they could just back the fuck off. What stopped me was the knowledge that it would only make the situation worse. Thanks to both Yohji and Schuldig, I knew fan girls would torture Yohji and me to kiss in front of them.

 

Perverts.

 

Omi finally managed to usher the last girl out and lock the door behind her. I trailed impatiently after Omi to the mission room and gave him the cell number. I hovered until he sighed and told me it was going to take a little while. I saw no reason to move, what else did I have to do? Omi eventually shooed me away, saying I was distracting, and promised to come get me when he had the information. I gave him a low wattage glare and left the room.

 

I found myself back in Yohji's room. He was still sleeping but a little colour had come back into his cheeks. I sat down on the bed and smoothed some of his silk soft hair away from his face. It had been only a few days since I had messed up things between us so badly but it felt like forever. I hadn't realized how dependant I was becoming on his casual caresses. It was one thing for me to refuse to allow him to touch me and a completely different thing to have him refuse my touch. That wasn't fair but it's the way I felt.

 

Yohji always seemed to have his hands on me. Casual brushes of his fingers on my arm. Feather light touches on the back of my neck. Fingers through my hair. Sudden hugs for no apparent reason. Now that I wasn't getting any of them, I wanted them. I felt special; cherished when he'd touch me so gently. Now I felt hollow inside. And it was all my own fault.

 

Schuldig wasn't giving me the distant treatment, but it wasn't the same as with Yohji. Not to say I didn't crave his touches as well. With Yohji being off limits, I was finding myself drawn to Schuldig more and more. He confused me; yet I still wanted him. That he wanted me back amazed me. His embraces were so very different from Yohji's. Yohji was warmth and acceptance. Schuldig was fire and conflict. I needed them both. They soothed an ache inside me and made it easier for me to live with the things that I had done and continued to do to make a living. I knew I loved Yohji for making me feel and accepting me for who and what I was. Did this mean that I loved Schuldig too for giving me those same kinds of feelings? I shied away from that thought, still too unsure of how to deal with my love for Yohji to even consider that I might also love Schuldig.

 

I crawled onto the bed and lay carefully down next to Yohji. The sheet had slipped to his waist and I sneaked my hand over his chest. I wanted to lay my head down on his shoulder and just listen to him breathe. It was a little frightening to want to be so close to him. I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy the feel and scent of Yohji after days of no contact. I knew I had to give Yohji time to get over the hurt I had caused but it wasn't easy.

 

Yohji's hand covered mine and I gasped, hoping…but a glance to his face showed Yohji was still fast asleep. What did it mean? When he was awake, Yohji would look at me with such pain in his beautiful green eyes. The anger had faded quickly just as Schuldig had said it would; I was sorry, in a way, because the anger was easier for me to deal with. I understood anger; the hurt and sadness was my undoing, for it was all my fault. Only the presence of Schuldig and his reassurances that Yohji would forgive me in time kept me from retreating back behind my icy shields to wallow in guilt.

 

I was still trying to puzzle out the meaning of Yohji touching me in his sleep when Omi came up to the room and told me he had the address. I reluctantly left Yohji and memorized the address. Schuldig was going to be in for one hell of a surprise.

 

~Brad~

 

The vision stole over me softly. I was unprepared for it and would have stumbled and fallen if I had not been seated. I was use to sharp bursts of searing light and the feel of my brain being prodded none too gently. This vision was gentle but impossible to avoid. There was a determined quality to it. That alone made me relax and wait for what was about to be revealed. When I was shown the glimpse of the future, I had to work hard to suppress the laughter that wanted to escape.

 

Fujimiya Aya was coming to our house. He was pissed and he was going to chew Schuldig a new asshole. Schuldig was going to let him. Apparently even Schuldig could feel guilty over things. Abyssinian had no idea I knew he was sleeping with Schuldig. He knew nothing about Yohji's minor Talent or his major Talent. Schuldig had repeatedly cut Fujimiya off when he wanted to know why Balinese had collapsed. Considering the fact that Schuldig had been inside Abyssinian's head more than once, it was a damn stupid thing for him to do. Schuldig ought to have known he wouldn't take no for an answer. There were few people as single minded as Fujimiya Aya.

 

The vision faded and I rubbed my eyes. If Schuldig wasn't going to help me get Balinese to help us, maybe Abyssinian could be convinced. The man had incredible focus and was unswerving. He would be an excellent ally to have in our corner. I was glad that Schuldig had gone to his room and Nagi was in his. Farfarfello was probably glued to the T.V. again. The medical channel was still running an autopsy special and it was all he had talked about for a week. I needed to have a private conversation with Abyssinian.

 

I did some paperwork while I waited. When the doorbell finally rang, I scowled in annoyance until I remembered who was paying us a visit. I rose from my chair and went to answer the door.

 

“I want to talk to Schuldig,” Fujimiya said without any preamble as he took an aggressive stance.

 

“I'm sure you do. I'd like to have a word with you first. I don't suppose you'd leave the sword at the door?”

 

Abyssinian scowled at me and started to push past me. I stopped him with a hand on his arm and almost let him go from the force of the frozen glare he gave me. When I continued to hold onto him, I saw his fingers twitch to the hilt of the sword half hidden under his trench coat. The fact that he had dressed in mission clothes didn't escape me. He was prepared to fight to get to Schuldig. Interesting but unnecessary.

 

“It won't take long and you can go hack Schuldig into little pieces when I've said what I need to.”

 

Abyssinian grunted at me and allowed me to guide him to my office. Once there, he stood rigidly and waited with barely concealed impatience. Schuldig must have really pissed him off. Then again, that was Schuldig's other major gift; he could piss off a saint if he tried and Fujimiya was no saint.

 

“I know about you and Balinese and Schuldig,” I began.

 

“That fucking lying bastard!” Fujimiya exploded. What was it about red heads and their tempers? “He said he didn't tell you; didn't tell anyone.”

 

“He didn't. I had a vision of the three of you naked in bed together. The conclusion was pretty obvious.”

 

I watched in fascination as a hot blush stole over Fujimiya's face. The anger fled to be replaced with deep embarrassment. His eyes slid away from mine and he struggled for composure. When he finally looked at me, his gaze was steady but a blush still lingered on his cheeks.

 

“I personally don't care who the hell Schuldig takes to his bed. As long as it doesn't affect missions, he could bang a mountain gorilla and I couldn't care less. What I want to speak to you about is Balinese,” I had his full attention now.

 

“Schu said he had information to drag out of you before he cut me off. What information was he talking about?” Fujimiya demanded as he finally took a seat.

 

“Balinese is a Talent,” I said as I watched Fujimiya carefully. How he took this news was going to effect how I had to broach the subject of getting Kudoh's help.

 

“Like you or Schuldig? I think we would have noticed something like that,” he snorted.

 

“He has a very minor empathic Talent. He doesn't even know he has it. He probably thinks they're just gut feelings. But that isn't all. He also has a major Talent. Balinese acts as an amplifier for those with Talent. It's an incredible gift. It's why he collapsed the first time and I'm guessing something similar happened today.”

 

“We felt Schuldig's pain and panic. Yohji turned paper white and collapsed. He's resting now. How is his…Talent doing this to him?” Fujimiya asked, taking all this information far better than I had hoped.

 

I repeated to Abyssinian the information I had given Schuldig. He paled just as Schuldig had at the mention of the girl from Esset dying from the constant drain. This was definitely more than just a casual relationship for both of them; I wondered just how deep the feelings ran.

 

“I would appreciate it if you would speak with Balinese about helping us to avoid Esset whenever they get their shit together to come and retrieve us. I tried to talk to Schuldig about this, but he wouldn't even listen.”

 

“Unless you can guarantee me that Yo-Balinese won't be hurt or killed by using this Talent of his, my answer is the same as Schuldig's. I won't let anything hurt Balinese if I can help it. Now, if you're done, I'd appreciate it if you could either call Schuldig here or point me to his room. I have a few things I'd like to discuss with him,” Fujimiya said coldly.

 

I sighed and thought that I may just have to actually speak to Kudoh myself. His lovers were being far too protective of him. Regardless of whether or not he would help us to stay out of Esset's clutches, he was going to need some training in using and controlling this gift of his. He wasn't going to be of any use if just anyone could drain him to get a boost. The fact that Fujimiya had been able to drain Balinese and had no Talent was an interesting twist on Kudoh's gift. I told Abyssinian where to find Schuldig's room and started up my laptop. I needed to keep a record of what was happening and how to best use this unexpected gift that had been dropped in my lap.

 

~Schuldig~

 

I was still trying to get my thoughts in order for what I could tell Aya and Yohji when my door slammed back into the wall. I shot off the bed and cast a mental net out for the intruder, ready to puree his brain if necessary. I expected Nagi or even Farf. I nearly fell over when I saw it was Aya. How the hell had he found out where I lived? Who the fuck had let him in the house?

 

“How long were you going to keep this little piece of information to yourself Schuldig?” Aya hissed as he stood in my doorway.

 

A quick mental dip into his head told me that he had already spoken with Brad and gotten the whole story from him. He was also pretty pissed at me for not telling him right away. God damn Crawford, I was going to tell Aya, just not this soon. I hadn't figured out how to tell him we might be slowly killing Yohji. Aya didn't need any more guilt concerning Yohji.

 

“Ach, I just found out myself. You don't need to get so pissy. Stop being such an anal control freak.” I soothed in my usual indomitable style.

 

Aya glared at me and I finally noticed that he had his sword at his hip and his hand on the hilt. Great. Aya annoyed and armed, just what I needed. I sent out mental tendrils and forced his hand away from his sword. He struggled against me at first. I felt a trickle of additional power goosing my own gift as I applied more force. What passes for good sense in me kicked in and I immediately stopped and mentally retreated. Aya regarded me suspiciously.

 

“Why did you just stop?”

 

“I think I was drawing off Yohji again. Damn it. Give me a minute,” I said as I connected to Yohji. He was sleeping peacefully with no further drain that I could detect. Not that I'd really know what I was looking for.

 

Aya took his hand from his sword and came to stand next to me. He waited until I told him that Yohji was still sleeping before sucker punching me hard in the gut. I bent over double and wheezed as I backed out of his range. He seemed content to let me move away without any further physical assaults.

 

“Hurensohn! What was that for?” I gasped, contemplating making Aya's brain resemble a pincushion.

 

“Don't keep things from me that concern Yohji; or yourself for that matter. Brad said Esset will still come after you guys. What sort of bullshit are you trying to pull? You know how I feel about Yohji.”

 

“Ach, I know you love him. You don't have to constantly remind me. Why do you care about Esset coming for me? You don't love me,” I said bitterly, the truth of it a sharp little pain stabbing me in the chest.

 

Aya slid his gaze from my face. Colour tinged his cheeks. I frowned and went back into his head. He was trying to hide something from me. I skimmed his surface thoughts and had to work at capturing any of them. It was like trying to catch fish with your bare hands. I moved deeper into his head and encountered resistance again. I pushed harder and moved into his icy wasteland. I was deep inside Aya's head and felt the rush of lust that being there always stirred in me.

 

He was waiting for me like he always was when we had these little mental tussles. I think he was starting to enjoy them as much as me. I know it aroused him as much as it aroused me. I approached him cautiously. He was practicing every day to get stronger mentally and I didn't want to take the chance of Aya accidentally drawing on Yohji to keep me from finding whatever he was trying to hide.

 

**Tell me why you care if Esset comes and gets me and I'll leave your head. Don't make me force it from you, ** I said as I started to subtly push further for the information I wanted.

 

~Aya~

 

I knew from past experience that if Schuldig really wanted information from me, he could get it. I'd make him work for it, but he'd get it regardless. I could probably keep him from going any further in my head if I tried drawing on Yohji, but that wasn't an option. Aside from the fact that I had absolutely no idea how to do that, I wouldn't endanger Yohji's life to spare myself some personal emotional discomfort. But I couldn't just roll over and give Schuldig what he wanted either.

 

I tightened up my mental defences as best as I could and motioned for Schuldig to come at me. He smirked and began walking towards me. He stopped when he was within touching distance. He tilted his head and just stared at me for several minutes.

 

**If we fight here, it's going to make me hornier than hell. I already want to fuck you from just being in your head, ** Schuldig warned, lust shining in his eyes. **I've been able to control myself the last few times but it gets harder every time I visit inside your head. **

 

He caught me off guard with that statement. I knew he liked being inside my head and that it aroused him. He'd told me that several times. I didn't know that he had been controlling his desires. It made me wonder what he would do if I didn't resist him and goaded him on.

 

**Ach, Schärfe, I've warned you before about having thoughts like that about a telepath. I'm walking a fine line here. Don't push me, ** Schuldig said as he continued to gently push deeper into my head, after the information of why I cared if Esset came for him.

 

**And what do you think you could do? ** I taunted as some part of me insisted on goading him on.

 

**Final warning Schärfe. I won't be held responsible if you keep taunting me. **

 

I met his eyes and let the barest of smiles pass over my face as I took a page from him and hurled a chunk of mental power at him. I caught him off guard and watched as his mental self stumbled. He recovered faster than I thought he would and moved quicker than an eye blink to stand in front of me and grip my head with strong fingers.

 

**You're very good for somebody who's not a Talent but I'm not called Mastermind for nothing. Don't fight me. I only want you more when you fight me. **

 

I looked into desire filled blue eyes and wondered at the twists in my own mind that made me push at the control Schuldig was obviously losing. I was still pissed at him for keeping things from me and shutting me out. I was also finding it arousing that I could make someone so gifted mentally fumble. I decided to poke the bear to see what happened.

 

Schuldig's eyes widened in surprise before a smirk slipped into place. **I warned you, ** he said as he pushed hard and over took my defences. I barely had time to gasp at the power he used to invade me. He had used force before to get information from me or to make me to face things but those times had been nothing like what he was doing now.

 

Every cell in my body was filled by him and his power. The feel of him filled my head and set a bolt of pure lust straight to my groin. Nothing existed but him and his wants, needs and desires; which were fast becoming mine. I was his. Whatever he wanted; whatever he needed; was his for the taking from me. A dim voice in the back of my head was screaming in panic at being taken over so completely. I struggled to make it louder and that only seemed to amuse Schuldig and crank up his desire. I was left panting hard from both arousal and exertion at trying to resist him mentally when the overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by Schuldig faded into the background but didn't completely go away.

 

**You're not even tasting my full power or the desire I feel when I'm in your head. Last warning, ** Schuldig said as his fingers tightened around my skull. **Tell me why it matters to you if Esset comes and gets me. **

 

I felt Schuldig's power wrap around me again and couldn't help the groan that slipped past my lips as I leaned into him, unable to stop myself. Schuldig hissed out an oath in German and I felt the restraint he had been hanging onto shatter.

 

He pressed his lips to mine in a hard kiss and let his power flow over us. Clothes disappeared and my wasteland changed in an instant to a lush jungle. I found myself on my back on a springy bed of moss with Schuldig kneeling between my spread thighs. He was nudging his cock at my ass and a little thread of fear wound through me. No lube and no preparation meant this was going to hurt. A lot. I started to struggle against Schuldig.

 

**This is all in your head mein Schärfe. A mind fuck will blow all your circuits, I promise. The brain is the biggest sex organ we have. If I tell you it won't hurt, it won't. We don't need anything here `cause it's not real. Relax, I won't hurt you. You can trust me, ** Schuldig said as he pressed into me.

 

My back arched and a low, startled moan slipped from my throat as he slid smoothly into me. Sensations of intense pleasure rushed from my ass to my head and back down to my cock. I gripped his forearms tightly as the bliss poured through my system. I moaned and jerked my hips against Schuldig's.

 

**And you thought I was good before, ** Schuldig laughed softly as he began a hard, fast rhythm that made me whine deep in my throat from the exquisite sensations filling my head and body.

 

I wrapped my legs around Schuldig's waist and clung to him as he drove into me over and over. It felt so good to have his cock filling me; whipping up the arousal that was steadily pushing me towards orgasm. I wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his pleasure and excitement as a hot presence in my mind. I felt him pushing into my head just as he was pushing into my body and whined at the dual feelings of being taken over. My emotions broke free and I growled low in my throat as heat and need burst through me.

 

**Ach, this is what I wanted from you. Mein Gott in Himmel, but you're fantastic when you finally let go, ** Schuldig groaned as he began to move even faster and harder.

 

Schuldig took hold of my aching cock and stroked me roughly in time with his thrusts. Sensation upon sensation piled on me. I thrashed my head and jerked my hips against him, breathless as lust beat through me. I felt Schuldig push deep in my head as his cock pushed deep into my body. Ecstasy seared through me. I screamed as my orgasm roared through me, my body going taut from the almost painful pleasure. I felt like the orgasm went on forever, my cock throbbing and twitching; my ass clenching down on Schuldig's cock.

 

**Yes, ** Schuldig hissed as he slammed his cock into me one last time.

 

I moaned as the feel of Schuldig's orgasm whirled through my brain and his cock spurted in my ass. Heat and power flowed through me. Schuldig was everywhere. His scent; his touch; his mind. I let myself float in the bliss he created for us. I was protected; desired; cared for. I belonged; was wanted and accepted for who and what I was; faults and all. A deeper and darker emotion from Schuldig swirled around but quickly vanished before I could puzzle it out.

 

**So you believe you love both Yohji and me, ** Schuldig said softly as he nibbled on my ear.

 

I jerked under him, anger flaring hotly to life. The spell of blissful sexual completion was broken with those words. He had stolen into the deepest parts of my brain and pulled out my tender new feelings and exposed them to the harsh light of reality. I wasn't ready for that just like I hadn't been ready for him to drag out the knowledge that I loved Yohji. I gathered all the mental power I had and shoved him from my head.

 

I blinked stupidly and swayed slightly at the disorientation of being back in the physical world so abruptly. I knew Schuldig had allowed me to kick him out of my head. After his little display of power, I had no illusions left as to how strong he was, which pissed me off all over again. He had been playing with me all those other times. At least I was still dressed but I could feel a wetness in my pants that said the mind fuck hadn't been completely in our heads. Schuldig was watching me from across the room.

 

**Ach, don't go getting all pissy again. You'll ruin the after buzz of one of the best mind fucks I've ever had. **

 

“You fucking bastard!” I hissed, angry and frightened that Schuldig had been able to pry that personally scary piece of information from my head. I started to draw my sword, intending to take my anger out on the one directly responsible for it.

 

“Now children, play nice or I'll have to separate you both. And you were getting along so well just a few minutes ago,” Crawford said as he lounged in the doorway, a small, knowing smile teasing his lips.

 

I whirled and snarled at Crawford, caught off guard by his presence and unsure who I should kill first: Schuldig for digging around in my brain and revealing things I didn't want to deal with yet or Oracle for implying that he knew what had just happened between Schuldig and me in my head. Finding Prodigy and Berserker peaking around the doorframe in stunned surprise at seeing me in their house was the last straw.

 

I gathered the remains of my dignity and retreated to plot revenge for when the odds were in my favour.

 

 

German to English Translations:

 

Hurensohn= Son of a bitch.

Nein= no

Mein= my

Schärfe= sharpness

Mein Gott in Himmel= My God in heaven