Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 6 ( Chapter 12 )

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 make absolutely nothing off this except gratification of my own sick and twisted desires.

 

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

 

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Interlude 6

 

~Schuldig~

 

I can't believe I missed such an obvious clue. Of course Yohji would re-charge through sex. It made perfect sense when I thought about it. The man was a walking sex object; not that I'd ever call him that. At least not for a while. He was still sensitive over thinking that Aya had seen him that way.

 

Aya almost blew it big time when Yohji had used his Talent on him in the middle of sex. It never occurred to me that Yohji would try that. I recognized that emotion from Aya but then, I had been the one that had forced it into the bright light of day in the first place. Why Aya didn't tell Yohji how he felt, I had no idea. He had some pretty screwed up notions in that pretty head of his. But, it wasn't my place to tell Yohji for him so I kept my mouth shut for once.

 

The feeling of all that mental power was incredible. I had wanted to drink it all in. I think I could have cheerfully drained Yohji dry it; it had felt that fucking good; addicting almost. That scared me more than anything. Yes, me, the big bad Mastermind, scared to use his mental abilities. Yohji was important to me and I refused to do anything that would permanently harm him. Draining him dry and killing him certainly fell into that permanent harm category. I sighed and dragged my feet to Crawford's office. Time to make my report to Brad. He was going to laugh his fucking head off over this.

 

I didn't bother knocking. I dropped into the chair in front of Brad's desk and waited for him to notice me. I knew he knew I was there. I was pretty hard to miss. I sighed loudly and waited. Nothing. I whistled a song I knew Brad hated, off-key. Still nothing. I took out my lighter and played with it; sparking a flame and putting it out repeatedly. Not so much as even a glance. I lit a smoke and began blowing smoke rings at Brad. No cough, no sneeze, no nothing. I gave a little growl of frustration and slid lower in my seat.

 

“It's sex,” I muttered in a sulky tone.

 

“It's always sex with you Schuldig,” Brad said without looking up from the spreadsheet he was studying.

 

“Yohji. It's sex that's the trigger.”

 

“He's just as bad as you. It's always sex with him too. I really don't need to hear about your little bedroom adventures.”

 

“Yohji re-charges with sex,” I said through gritted teeth.

 

Brad lowered the papers he was looking at and gave me his full attention. “And you know this how exactly?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “I thought you didn't want to hear about my little bedroom adventures?”

 

Brad leaned back in his chair with a long suffering sigh before he told me to tell him how I had found that bit of information; hold the x-rated details. I told him all that I had discovered from the strange strength Yohji had after sex to the feeling of having that much power at my disposal.

 

“So how much did you take?” Brad asked in an almost clinical tone of voice.

 

“About half. Don't worry, I made sure he was re-charged again before I came home,” I smirked and preened a bit.

 

Brad shot me a look over the tops of his glasses. It was the same kind of look he would give a stray dog humping his leg. I snickered and levered myself out of the chair. I was all the way to the door before I stopped and turned to face Brad again.

 

“This is the sweetest assignment you've ever given me Brad, even if you didn't mean to. I guess you're not always a dick.”

 

~Brad~

 

I waited until the door closed behind Schuldig before I let the muffled laughter escape. I think I had redeemed myself in Schuldig's eyes even though it was unintentional. It figured that Kudou would re-charge through sex. It played such a big role in his life even before he became involved with Schuldig and Fujimiya. I just hoped that it wouldn't interfere with him boosting Nagi's gifts.

 

With two lovers, there was a good chance that Yohji would have an overflow of power to boost other Talents. It could also be why his own minor empathic Talent was gaining strength. That extra mental juice had to go somewhere.

 

Schuldig hadn't said anything about the work on Yohji's shields. I got the feeling that he hadn't been making much progress in that department. He hadn't gotten into Kudou's head yet. Schuldig would have been smug and probably hopped up on the thrill of getting into a place he had been, thus far, denied. I was going to have to start pressing him to move his ass on that front. The longer Yohji went without shields, the more vulnerable he was. I knew once I explained this to Schuldig and the possible consequences of Yohji being unshielded, Schuldig would hustle his ass. He was adamant that nothing harm either of his lovers.

 

~Aya~

 

Schuldig had left to go back home and I didn't want him to. While it was true that I now had Yohji all to myself, and I enjoyed that sensation, I still wanted Schuldig near by. I was becoming a greedy bastard. I sighed as the reason for these feelings made themselves crystal clear to me. I wanted both of the people I loved under the same roof so I could keep a protective eye on them.

 

I sighed again as I finally admitted to myself that I did indeed love Schuldig in addition to Yohji. Why did I insist on complicating my life? Did I have some deeply buried masochistic tendencies that made me choose to love such difficult people? I snorted and shook my head at my idiocy. My masochistic tendencies were far from deeply buried.

 

In the time between my hurting Yohji and him forgiving me, I had devoted a lot of mental effort into puzzling out why I loved him and Schuldig. The best I could come up with was the fact that I never had a choice not to love Yohji. Love for Schuldig had just grown; like a persistent fungus. Sure, there were individual things I loved about them. There were just as many things that made me madder than hell at them. Bottom line was; there was no reasonable explanation. It just was. Like the sun rising or the wind blowing.

 

I looked over to where Yohji lay stretched out on the couch, flipping through the channels of the T.V. The very idea that Yohji had the kind of power that would make Talents loose their heads seemed ridiculous. At least it had until Schuldig had shown me what waited to be used in Yohji's head. It was a feeling on par with sex with Yohji. Actually, it was identical in feeling to sex with Yohji, just entirely mental. The closest I could come to a description was a mental orgasm.

 

I had taken much less energy from Yohji than Schuldig. I simply didn't have the Talent to really suck the energy from him; for which I was grateful. I still felt more aware and light on my feet than I normally did. Even Omi had commented that I looked like I was gliding over the floor instead of walking. A few quick katas with my sword confirmed it. I was faster and more controlled than I had ever been in my life. If this was the kind of thing that Yohji's Talent could produce in others, it was no wonder it was something Esset had prized and used until they had inadvertently killed the bearer of that Talent. If they ever got their hands on Yohji…I shuddered to think about it. No. Esset will never touch him, not while I have breath in my body.

 

Schuldig might not love Yohji like I did but he had very strong feelings for him. I was confident that between the two of us, we could keep Yohji safe from whatever or who ever wanted to use his Talent or harm him. This brought me right back to wanting Schuldig back with me so we could both keep an eye on Yohji. I sighed one more time before shoving Yohji's feet off the couch to make room for me to sit.

 

~Yohji~

 

Schuldig had enjoyed the energy he had found in my head. So had Aya. That Aya had been able to access even the small amount he did had been surprising. From what Crawford had told me at our little confab in the café, Aya shouldn't have been able to use any of the mental boosts I generated. Both Crawford and Schuldig said Aya had zero Talent. I let my mind drift as I contemplated why Aya could use something he shouldn't even be able to feel.

 

The answer came to me not in a blinding flash of realization but in a slow warmth that crept over me. Why wouldn't I boost Aya in whatever way I could? I'd do anything for him. I loved him. There. I'd admitted it. I loved Aya/Ran Fujimiya. He was prickly and sullen and way to focused on revenge at times but I loved him anyway. I didn't think he was ready to hear that from me. I wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready to hear that from me.

 

I was startled from my inner thoughts by the object of my affection shoving my feet off the couch. He gave me a frozen glare when I started to protest the rough treatment. I shut my mouth and stared sulkily at the T.V. You'd think that somebody who had just gotten an extra boost to natural abilities would be a little more grateful. Not to mention the great sex we had both before and after the discovery of what re-charged me.

 

Why was it again that I loved him?

 

I pulled my legs back up onto the couch and jumped when I felt Aya's strong hand circle my ankle. I was about to say something about how I wasn't even touching him when I felt his thumb press hard into the ball of my foot. I couldn't help the groan that slipped out. I stared at Aya's profile and suppressed a whimper as, unbelievably, Aya started to give me a foot massage. It was relaxing and erotic at the same time and I groaned again.

 

It was subtle and if anybody had just been walking by the doorway, they never would have known what Aya was doing. Oh yeah, this was why I loved him. His unpredictable and focused nature; and his hot, drop dead sexy body that made fucking him pure bliss.

 

“Aya?” I asked with a little moan.

 

“You said I should get use to you touching me. I think you need to get use to me touching you too. Shut up and watch your show or I'll stop and go read a book.”

 

I closed my mouth with a snap and no small measure of surprise. Every time I thought I had him figured out, he went and did something that threw me for a loop. I wasn't going to bitch though. Aya was touching me in public of his own free will. Maybe there was hope that he'd be able to handle me telling him I loved him. Maybe he'd be able to love me back some day. Dare to dream Kudou, dare to dream I thought.