Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Odds And Ends ❯ Just A Morning... ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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JUST A MORNING…

[Couldn't come up with anything better… :)]

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Yohji was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, nursing his first cup of coffee for the day and taking a drag on the cigarette in his other hand between sips as the door opened silently. Not bothering to open his eyes and look at the newcomer, he merely leaned backwards a little, enough for his head to rest at the cabinet behind him and continued enjoying the quiet moment. It were mornings like these he was glad that he could drag himself out of bed before noon, and they were actually worth it too as he got to tease his lover mercilessly for sleeping in and enjoying the man's sullen pouting the rest of the day. Not that the blond was much better off - he was usually the last one down the stairs, not that it bothered him. He knew that he was lazy, and he liked it that way. Others could wake up at the crack of dawn if they wanted to - he certainly didn't - and he could take the teasing that followed.

This morning was not any different from the others, perhaps just the fact that there were birds singing outside in the sunlight for the first time that year, or it might just have been the fact that the snow was finally melting away and allowing the grass and the flowers to step forward to claim what was rightfully theirs.

<Philosophical thoughts at this time of day, Kätzchen?>

Yohji sighed, but decided wisely to keep his eyes shut as his companion brushed past his knees to get to the coffeemaker and get himself a cup of liquid 'life'. Schuldig was… difficult… to say the least to handle in the mornings before he had gotten his coffee and woken up a bit - not that Yohji was any easier - and the blond didn't want to have the morning disturbed by having to deal with a prickly redhead.

<You should really stop smoking, you know…> The teasing note in the mental voice made him crack his eye open for a moment, temporarily blinded by the sun reflecting off the red hair of the man standing slightly to his left, a dark blue cup in his hand. An eyebrow rose as Yohji just shrugged, closing his eye again.

<Whatever… It's not like I'm going to die of old age, you know…> Despite the teasing words there were a truth to them that they neither were trying to avoid nor bring up - their current employer were more demanding than the last one and there had been many late nights as they had to watch their charge out on the town. Bodyguarding might not be as trying as killing but it still took it's toll. Schuldig had been the one to accompany Samura-san to the States this time as Yohji had been forced to stay home and nurse sore ribs and a twisted ankle as well as a concussion from an 'accident' and the blond had waited impatiently for the redhead to be back. Schuldig hadn't known when they were going to return until they had been sitting on the plane back and had crept into the house late the night before and gone to bed almost before he had had taken off his shoes, exhausted.

Yohji continued to contemplate why this morning was any different from the others, finding pleasure in the simple act of sipping his coffee and listening to the birds outside - something the telepath never had the patience to do. While Yohji might be lazy sometimes, he really enjoyed the simple act of listening to the birds as much as he enjoyed the pulsing beat of the bass in his favourite club, but Schuldig was another matter entirely. The German had little to no patience with things like just enjoying a simple morning in the sun - he wanted things to happen fast and furious and often seemed to live his life in a neckbreaking speed. Yohji tried to keep up with him most of the time, and while he had managed to get the other to slow down a bit he had also found himself speeding up his own life. But there was no way in hell that he would have his quiet mornings with birdsong taken from him, pouting German or not.

<I'm not pouting!> The rustle of clothes announced the redhead's arrival and Yohji's legs were nudged apart as Schuldig leaned back on him, silky hair itching the blond's bare chest. Yohji cracked one eye open again, taking in the sight of his shirtless lover who was trying to glare a hole in his skull, all blearyeyed and very, very cute. He smirked at the look of shock on the redhead's handsome features as the other picked up on his thoughts and it looked like Schuldig was trying to decide whether to throw a hissing fit or stick out his tongue.

<No, you're whining…> Watching the outraged look on his boyfriend's face, Yohji smiled. Schuldig was really cute when he was looking like that, whether he liked it or not.

<I'm not cute!> Glaring even more, the redhead took hold of Yohji's cigarette and deposited it in the sink. The blond merely shrugged, it had been almost finished anyway, and if it kept the German happy…

<Of course you're not. You're the big bad bodyguard that everyone fears, right?> Teasing Schuldig always proved fruitful and this morning was no exception as the firehaired German glared even more at him, jade eyes narrowing like a cat's as Yohji grinned.

<Shut up!> Presenting his back to the blond and about to step away from the counter, he was startled to feel Yohji's legs encircling his hips and holding him in place as a pair of thin arms slipped around his neck. A face pressed wordlessly into the back of his neck, breathing deeply and taking in the scent of the still damp hair. For some reason that Schuldig couldn't even begin to fathom, Yohji loved his hair and played with it at every opportunity that presented itself, this morning not an exception. He relaxed back against the counter, feeling the ridge press into the small of his back as the legs wrapped around his hips tightened.

<Sorry…> The apology was whispered into his mind and he smiled to himself. Yohji was always so sincere in his apologies - not to mention flinging them around almost before the insult was out of his mouth - and it was just another thing to add to those why he loved the blond ex-assassin. While Schuldig could hold a grudge for years, Yohji considered them forgotten as soon as he had recieved the apology - but before he had got one he could be a real pain in the ass; something the German knew firsthanded - and that was another thing that added up to Status Quo in their relationship.

<Accepted. Just don't call me that again… I'm not 'cute' and you know it!> He gave a mental shudder and earned a soft laugh in return. It was over, until the next time the blond came up with an equal insult.

<Yeah yeah… What are your plans for today? Whose turn is it to watch Samura?> Wrapping his arms around Schuldig's neck even more, Yohji rested his head on his lover's shoulder, nuzzling the pale neck through the hair and smirking at the shiver he recieved.

<I think it's Jonson's or… Who gives a damn? It's not you or me, anyway…> Leaning back even more into the embrace of the younger man, the German closed his eyes and relaxed.

<Good… 'Cause I can think of much more interesting ways of spending the day than watching over an old man as he's signing business contracts…> 'The old man' as Yohji referred to him was no more than three years older than Yohji's twenty-five and just two years older than Schuldig's - approximately - twenty-six and it annoyed Samura to no end when the blond dragged that fact in his face. It was only the fact that the lovers were the best of the best that had made him keep them for as long as he had - that and because he paid well. Neither Yohji nor Schuldig wanted to lose money just because they were fired for insolence and they both walked that thin line with equal measures of respect and cocksure glee.

Yohji pressed his face against the red hair, inhaling the scent deeply. <I missed you, you know… It was cold without you… And lonely…> Schuldig chuckled as the younger man continued sniffing his hair in a very obvious manner before throwing a glance over his shoulder.

<Next time, I'll convince Samura to let you follow even if you're just a waste of space if you're injured…> He smirked as he felt Yohji stiffen, a low growl in the blond's throat.

<Perhaps you're the one who'll be injured instead… That can be arranged, you know…> Schuldig's smile grew at the thinly veiled threat and Yohji snorted. He might not be a telepath, but he knew his lover well enough to know what he was thinking.

<Love you too, Kätzchen…>

Yohji resisted the urge to smack the back of the red head and instead settled for nipping at the exposed neck placed so perfectly in front of him. Schuldig shivered again, drawing a snicker from the blond vampire that had latched himself to his neck.

<Don't call me 'kätzchen'! If I can't say you're cute, then you're not naming me after some furry little beast!> Schuldig laughed out loud at that, turning around in the embrace of arms and legs and facing the pouting blond.

"But," he made sure he held Yohji's complete attention as he spoke out loud for the first time that morning, "that name fits you so well, you know. I mean; you're always sleeping, hunting or teasing. Like a kitten. Not to mention where you used to work…" Knowing that he had won that round, the redhead leaned forward and rested his forehead against Yohji's. The blond glared at him for another moment before tightening his arms and legs around the German, an amused gleam in his eyes.

<Then I think I'll go to sleep right now… You can carry me to the bed since you were the one naming me…> With that, he closed his eyes and therefore missed how his lover rolled his before slipping strong arms around a narrow waist and lifting.

Ignoring Yohji's glares that even rivaled Fujimiya's - which reminded him that he had to call Crawford and check up on their former leaders some day soon - Schuldig whistled his way back into the bedroom with one disgruntled blond in his arms.

Just another morning...

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Okay… That one done… And it almost turned out like I wanted it to! Yay! :)

Anyway… I haven't been writing much this past week (or is it weeks? O_o), mainly because of two reasons.

First: I turned twenty last Monday. I'm old. I'm really, really old! Now it'll be expected from me to get my driver's licence and get myself a job and be responsible and stop being so damn lazy and I don't want to!!! I'm too young to be this old! *wails*

Second: School. You might think that showing up for class might be enough, but nooooo. Nowadays you apparently even have to do some work around there! What's the world coming to? It's horrible… *shudders*

Anyway… Expect more of these Schu/Yohji-fics; I got a couple of other ideas swimming around in my head as well… :)