Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Blood ❯ Change ( Chapter 7 )

Tainted Blood

by myka

Chapter 7

"Change"

warnings! yaoi, language

A/N: Hi! First; thanks a bunch to Mini for betaing this. Second; this chapter border's on R (specifically near the end). Neither Mini nor I could reach a decision on the rating. So I'm leaving it PG-13 and placing a warning as she so wisely suggested.

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Schuldig was on a mission. Yohji was going to be his one way or another. That was what had kept him up most of the night, visions of the blond in nothing but his underwear.

Why couldn't things be simple? Right now he should be at home planning Weiss' demise and not actually lusting after one of its members. He knew that part of it was the bloodlust, but he also knew that the other part of it was his own attraction. This was a problem indeed…

But that was something to contemplate at another time; right now he was concentrating on the problem at hand…How to get free of the handcuffs.

Last night had been the most horrible night Schuldig could remember; even worse than the time when he had collapsed drunk in a dirty alley. Every single muscle in his body ached, mostly his back and legs; the pillow Yohji had handed to him had been useless. One would think that being a creature of the night would remove all these physical nuisances, but apparently it didn't work that way. Well; at least Yohji wasn't in a state of denial anymore, he had even mentioned something about finding a cure, a cure for both of them. Schuldig still didn't know what to make of that.

For as long as he could remember he had always handled whatever situation came his way at the heat of the moment. Assassins didn't have a spot reserved for 'future planning'. So as far fetched as it had seemed at first, he had accepted the bloodlust and had gone right after the source…Yohji. The plan had been payback; not getting kidnapped…and certainly not lusting after the blond.

Schuldig shrugged. The how or why didn't really matter to him, but the what…As in what was he was going to do about this? Yohji had said he would find a cure for both of them; it was the first time in Schuldig's experience that someone had acknowledged some type of concern towards him. The feeling it invoke was…New.

He had to do something about it.

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Yohji paced nervously around the kitchen as he tried to distract himself with making some coffee. Omi and Ken were talking in the next room and Aya had decided at the last minute to visit Aya-chan. The hospital didn't usually allow visits an hour before midnight; but they knew Aya, they would let him see his sister.

Extremely paranoid didn't even come close to how Yohji was feeling right now, especially since Schuldig was up in his apartment just one floor up. His was going insane over this. He started opening drawers, searching…and he didn't even know what he was looking for.

Then he saw something; something that wasn't even supposed to be there. Who could have possibly misplaced this?

It didn't matter. An idea came to him the instant he saw it. He had told Schuldig he would find a better spot for him than the bathroom floor. This would help solve that problem.

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Schuldig tried stretching his sore muscles for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes. His stomach grumbled and his throat was slightly sore; what Yohji had given him to eat hadn't satisfied him at all; he was still hungry…and thirsty. He let his guard down a little and jumped when the door suddenly burst open.

Yohji blinked at him before speaking. "I brought a chair from the living room downstairs, if you cooperate, we can try and move you there. What do you say?"

Schuldig just stared at the blond. "Anything as long as it gets me off the floor." he replied.

"Deal then." Yohji said. "Here are the rules," he added after a fashion. "I know you're probably still hungry, so as soon as you're moved I'll get you something to eat. But I know how bad it can get, so under no circumstances am I letting you near me. So I brought this." Yohji pulled out the gun he had found in the kitchen drawer and pointed it straight at Schuldig. "Here," he said throwing Schuldig the handcuff keys.

The redhead caught them in midair with his free hand and instantly released his trapped wrist. Schuldig took his time in standing up from the floor as he stretched as much as he possibly could. His muscles screamed at him as he did this.

"If you are less than three feet away from me I'll shoot you."

Schuldig nodded, not throwing any comments that could infuriate Yohji even more. If he wanted his plan to work he needed to be on Yohji's good side.

"Throw the keys back to me." Yohji ordered and Schuldig obeyed. He caught the keys and placed them inside one of the pockets of his pants; then he moved away from the doorframe never letting the gun down.

Schuldig walked out of the bathroom, never letting his eyes off the blond. Giving his full concentration to restraining himself.

Follow the plan…follow the plan…

He sat down in the chair just like Yohji had told him to and caught the handcuffs that were thrown at him. "Tie your hands behind your back."

Schuldig actually tried, but it was quite impossible with the chair and all. "Um…" he muttered. "I'm really trying to comply, but it seems I can't." he said in his most innocent voice possible.

Yohji cursed, but walked around behind Schuldig anyway and tried handcuffing the German and point the gun at him at the same time. A task that proved impossible too. Yohji cursed again, but didn't mention anything out loud.

"He better not try anything" Schuldig heard, as Yohji put the gun away. This was it.

The telepath twisted his arm out of Yohji's grasp and used his speed to his full advantage. He turned around, tossing the chair that stood between them aside and threw himself into the Weiss assassin who had a look of shock on his entire face.

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Yohji couldn't believe it. After he specifically told Schuldig not to try anything. This was not good; this was not good at all.

From previous experience all their encounters that involved fighting ended up in bloodlust. Was the German even thinking this through?

Yohji saw Schuldig's right hand reach out for him and he raised his own hand up snatching Schuldig's wrist midway and using the momentum to his advantage. The German slammed into him and Yohji tried to snatch Schuldig's other hand; the one that was already half cuffed. They remained at an equal strength, both of them trying to get the upper hand in the scuffle. Their faces were only inches apart.

Yohji felt it as Schuldig tried to wriggle his captured wrist free. But in trying to do so, the German made a mistake and Yohji managed to capture his other hand. Yohji turned a victorious look towards the redhead; but instead of the disappointed gaze he expected to find; he saw something else.

The blond didn't even have time to react as Schuldig leaned forward and joined their mouths together. Yohji let his guard down completely at the feeling of Schuldig's lips; but quickly regained his wits and managed to handcuff Schuldig again to a metal tube that belonged to the furniture that held his entertainment center.

Yohji let out a scream of frustration as he picked up the chair from the floor and placed it in an accessible spot for the German in case he wanted to sit down. Then he turned towards his bedroom.

"You're insane" he muttered as he closed the door with a loud bang.

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There was a very intense silence after Yohji had shut the door. Schuldig sat down calmly in the chair as he tugged at his cuff's making them clank against the metal of the bar. Everything was going according to plan. Sure the kiss had been improvised, but it had served to get what he wanted.

The telepath smiled to himself as he twirled the handcuff key's between his fingers.

Five seconds later he was out of the small restraining device and free to do what he pleased. And what he wanted was behind the closed door just a few feet away from him.

Now all he had to do was control himself…At least until Yohji was half asleep.

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Yohji slumped into his bed as all sorts of thoughts ran inside his head. Two above all…why had Schuldig kissed him; and why had he liked it?

He was thankful at least; thankful that the bloodlust hadn't rushed up inside him like before.

But that wasn't the only problem at the moment. Yohji had tried analyzing why his bloodlust had only surfaced with the telepath so far. And no matter how much he thought about it or how many ways he tried to explain it only one thing made sense…lust.

Maybe that was part of the reason he couldn't will himself to kill the German.

Yohji dug his head deeper into his pillow, willing himself to sleep. He had to get up tomorrow at five in the morning. He remained there with his thoughts for a while until he finally could feel the first instants of sleep taking over him.

That was when he heard the door opening.

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"No way…"

Schuldig stood in slight disbelief in front of Yohji's door.

"Lust? Does that mean what I think it means?"

A malicious grin formed on Schuldig's face. He had swore to himself that he would wait until the Weiss assassin had fallen asleep, but as he waited he accidentally heard the blond's thoughts; apparently Yohji was feeling a lot of the things he was feeling. Now he just wanted to burst inside the room.

"Ah, the hell with it"

The door made a noise when it opened, and Schuldig knew Yohji had heard as the Weiss assassin turned his head towards it immediately, his eyes full of surprise.

"What the hell?" he managed to mutter as he sat up.

"Don't move" Schuldig warned "Or I'll make your life a living hell" he finished as he shut the door behind him and locked it with a pretty loud click.

"What could you possibly do?" Yohji couldn't help himself from asking.

The redhead smirked. "You forget; your teammates are just a few feet away." Yohji stared at him for a few seconds not responding to the words; then he finally nodded. He blinked his jade eyes at the German. A million thoughts ran through his head, and for once Yohji didn't care if Schuldig heard them. There was just something about the Schwarz assassin standing there and the sound of his door being locked that made Yohji forget about how fucked up all of this was.

"Why?" he asked softly his attitude completely morphing. "Why didn't you run away? Why?"

Schuldig's smirk faltered a bit. "I want you."

"What?!"

"I want you" he repeated as moved a step forward and opened the first button from his shirt, exposing his chest in the process. Yohji took a deep breath as his body reacted to the sight before him and he closed his fists in the sheets beneath him and squeezed tightly.

"Stop!" he breathed out exasperatedly. He could feel it already, like a monster rising inside him, demanding to be free. "Leave…please…leave while you can."

Schuldig took another step forward. "Not until I get what I want."

"This is bad" Yohji thought, closing his eyes and trying to calm down whatever was awakening inside him. The fact that Schuldig was fully clothed and that he was only in his underwear wasn't very good either. He felt hands on his bare shoulders and his eyes instantly snapped open just to stare at the emerald orbs above him.

When their mouths joined once more, Yohji didn't pull away; instead he kissed Schuldig back.

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The German let his hands travel down the length of Yohji's body; from his shoulders, to his chest and down to his waist. When Yohji let out a soft moan into his mouth and that was all the motivation the telepath needed. Schuldig's heartbeat accelerated and Yohji's mouth suddenly wasn't what he wanted anymore. What he wanted now laid just a few inches below. The Schwarz assassin traced his nails along the pale skin of Yohji's throat and he noticed how they were longer than usual; but instead of being alarmed by it he just found them amusing.

Schuldig attached his mouth to Yohji's throat as his hands were still busy playing with the blond's body. It was so hard to think straight right now; he could almost smell the blood lying underneath that silky white skin, feel the pulse under his lips. And as the soreness of his throat became almost unbearable, he knew…he knew that all he had to do was to open his mouth wide, take off that annoying piece of cloth that stood between them and what he wanted would be his'.

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Yohji couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as Schuldig pressed his lips against the pulse in his throat. The only thought that passed through his mind was that he wanted to do the exact same thing.

His control should be better than this, why was he letting this happen? Why wasn't he defending himself?

Yohji finally found his hands after this whole thing had started and placed them on the telepath's shoulders. Then he tried to push the German off him.

"Stop…" he whispered. "Get off me…"

But his heart just wasn't in it.

Schuldig never stopped.

Then there was a sound that completely removed any coherent thought inside Yohji's already confused head; the distinct sound of a zipper going down.

It all happened at once.

A sharp set of twin fangs pierced his throat in a painful bite at the same time as his boxers were being pulled down and feeling something pushing inside him.

There was a scream. And it took Yohji a few seconds to realize that it had come from his own mouth. He became aware that his hands were still on the flamed haired man's shoulders and he remembered that he had been trying to push him away. But things change.

Yohji wrapped his arms around Schuldig's back; gave in to what his body demanded and finally latched his own mouth to Schuldig's throat and sucked at it desperately; creating a mark.

Apparently for the redhead this was a form of 'yes' and he buried himself even deeper inside Yohji.

There was another scream, followed by a moan and a growl. Yohji detached his mouth from the warm skin and stared at the white of his ceiling, mesmerized by the sound of his blood leaving his body and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. His mouth was wide open as he took one gasping breath after another, his own thirst driving him mad. He remembered the silent promise he had made to himself to never bite the telepath again. But right now that promise seemed distant, faded, of no importance at all.

Schuldig moaned this time, and that was what drove Yohji over the final ledge. He sniffed the aroma that surrounded him, taking in one last deep breath before sinking his own pair of fangs viciously into Schuldig's own exposed throat.

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