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The red head watched him, listened, followed and all but shadowed him.

He loved this one’s mind. Maybe he loved more about this one.

How this boy was always so bright and cheery, how the darkness couldn’t reach into those clear blue eyes and drag the boy down, and the darkness was there. But it was as if, this one, this boy was a shinning light, flushing the darkness away.

It was beautiful. And Shuldich could bask in the rays for days at a time. He had once, and Crawford had been very angry because he’d gone missing.

But it was worth it. When you were around him, all the bad things you’d done felt forgiven… unless he saw you, then he could make you feel terrible. He had that effect. So Schuldich just liked to follow, listening to the rays it was like… smelling a flower. A really, really good flower. With an aroma that stuck with you for days.

It felt good, and Schuldich loved it, he loved every moment of it. And he wanted more. He wanted to hold that flower, smell it, taste it. He wanted to taste those pert lips, to gaze into the ocean eyes. To claim the kitty.

But Shuldich wasn’t good at the romantic crap, so he probably wouldn’t get the flower he so longed for.

The red haired assassin gazed at the boy buying cereal in front of him; hidden in shadows the telepath sighed and closed his eyes, his mind skimming over the blonde’s thoughts. It was simple enough; the boy was only adding up the cost of this and that.

Schuldich sighed; he had to go Schwarz had a meeting and Crawford would probably kill him slowly if he was late.

This thought brought a smirk to the telepath’s face and he turned, heading off. Any day he could yank Crawford’s chain was a good day *1*.

*

Omi opened his blurry eyes to an even blurrier room. Frowning in concentration he tried to get a picture through the haze of his mind and his incredibly bad headache, it was no use, the pain was too much to see through. His mind went over the events that had lead to this ache in his temples:

The blonde reached a hand up and rubbed his sore head. He hopped to high heaven he hadn’t been caught by Schwarz that wouldn’t be a good thing. Of course, being caught by the police wouldn’t be a good thing either.

Slowly his body came back to feeling, other then the incredible headache, his hands tingled with pins and needles and his legs were dead to the world. His ass was sore too, but he could live with that.

Along with bodily function came feeling, and for the first time since waking up he realised he was laying on something soft. It felt like silk.

Slightly puzzled by this new discovery he pried his eyes open again. Making out a blue-ish something beneath his hand before shutting his sore eyes.

"Crap." His voice was hoarse and cracked, as if he hadn’t used it for a while. How long had he been unconscious?

Omi blinked and looked around for the owner of the voice he’d heard. Though he saw nothing other then a blur, he noted his sight seemed to be coming back.

"Who’s there? And what do you want? And where am I?" His voice was still hoarse but an edge of fear crept through. He fumbled around his arm for his darts and came up with only cloth. Not good. He’d been unarmed.

/Don’t worry, I wont hurt you. You’re in my apartment. Would you like something to drink? /

Omi blinked again, defiantly something familiar about that voice. He shrugged, he was thirsty. "Um… okay… who are you and where are you?"

He heard movement from not too far away and struggled to sit up, immediately he cursed himself for the movement as his head swam in waves of pain. Groaning he fell back down and put his hands over his eyes.

/I should have mentioned for you not to sit up, I hit you pretty hard. / Smugness came through oh so very well.

Omi gave a moan in response and gingerly rubbed his aching head. Whatever had hit him was very painful. A thought occurred to him, the person speaking to him had said they’d hit him. So what did that mean? The blonde wasn’t quite sure, his head hurt a little too much to be thinking about that kind of thing.

Something wet placed itself over his temples and Omi moved his hands so that the cloth covered his forehead. The blonde assassin sighed in happiness at the feeling the cloth gave him, taking away the headache and soothing his sore eyes. He particularly purred.

Soft laughter near his face. "You’re very easy to please Kitten." The words held an undertone to them that made Omi want to shiver.

He knew there was something familiar about that voice, but what?

"Was ist los? Du habe Kopfschmerzen?" ((What is wrong? Do you have a headache?)) *2*

There was a cough and then pressure of a hand over his eyes. "I apologise, I’m afraid I sometimes slip back into my native tongue when I don’t watch my self. Do you still have a headache?"

But Omi wasn’t listening to the words, he remembered a German. Slowly panic washed over him and the blonde scooted backward, blindly.

In panic he pulled the cloth off his face and squinted into the room, the picture was extremely fuzzy but he managed to make out the red haired German assassin sitting on the bed, and he realised right then, that it was a bed.

Omi himself had scooted back to the headboard and was squinting, trying to make out where the door was for a quick escape. Soft laughter drew him back to the red head he could make out enough to know that Schuldich’s shoulders were shaking with laughter. "What do you want!" the blonde hissed. His hand waved around for something to grab hold of as he started losing his balance on the balls of his feet on the soft silk under him. Of course he had no such luck and found himself tumbling forward his head landing in the red head’s lap.

The soft chuckling erupted into a burst of laughter. Strong arms wrapped around Omi, flipping him over and pinning him in Schuldich’s lap. The blonde grumbled and glared up at the fuzzy face above him.

Schuldich lowered his head till his face was mere inches away from Omi’s. "You."

Omi froze in his struggling to process that one word. He blinked furiously.

The wet cloth was place back over his eyes, drowning out his vision. Omi tensed and tried to pull away. One long around slipped over his chest and held his shoulders down the other ran through his hair.

"What kind of game is this!?" the blonde glowered as best someone with a wet cloth over his eyes can.

Again soft laughter. "No game. Don’t worry, you’re safe here, this is my privet apartment, no one else comes here. And no one has noticed that you’re gone yet. So, you’re completely at my mercy Kitten." The last two words were whispered directly inside the blonde’s ear. A shiver ran through Omi, who was unable to contain the gut reaction.

Schuldich laughed again and continued to run his hands through the silky blonde hair.

Omi slumped in defeat.

About an hour later Omi was starting to get extremely bored, he’d never been subject to this kind of torture.

"I’m bored. When are you gonna torture me?" (Never thought the day would come when I’d be asking to be hurt.)

Shuldich looked down at the pouty face still in his lap and chuckled, going back to the small braids he was plating in the blonde’s hair.

"I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. And I won’t let you move until you accept that."

The pout grew. "Well you’re evil so I know you’re going to torture me sooner or later." The blonde stated matter of factly.

Schuldich froze for the briefest second, closed his eyes then continued. "And whoever said evil people don’t like to have fun?"

"Hmph! I didn’t say anything of the sort, I just said you’re evil! I mean you kill innocents." His arms at his sides moved for emphasis, despite the blonde’s wanting to cross them over his chest that would bring him closer to Schuldich, which *cough* wasn’t a good thing. *3*

The red head gave a low chuckle. "Well I guess I am evil, but you can’t do much about it, now can you?"

The pout was back.

"You know how cute that is?"

"What is?"

"When you pout like that, it makes me want to just kiss you."

A red flush crept up his prisoner’s face and Omi made a sort of squeaking sound.

Schuldich grinned and leaned further down. "You can be so cute sometimes, I guess that’s one of the reasons I like watching you."

"You- you watch me?" Omi stuttered.

Schuldich leaned closer. "Mhm."

Omi coughed. "Why?"

Closer. "Because, you’re so cute… lovable, I just want to fuck you sometimes… then of course because you’re interesting, who would have thought you liked Aya that way ne?"

Omi squeaked again and blushed deeper. "Where did you find that out?"

Closer still. "A little bird told me."

"Huh?"

Mere inches away now. "Nothing. What do you think I’m going to do right now?"

Involuntarily Omi’s little teenaged hormonal male mind flashed several different things at him, of course they all hurt immensely. *HA! Serves you right you little hentia’s! *

Schuldich grinned; his lips just above Omi’s. "Not quite."

Omi blinked beneath the wet cloth. "Then wha- MPH!"

The red head’s lips sealed over Omi’s in mid sentence, taking full advantage of the open mouth.

Schuldich’s tongue dove into the surprised mouth, running along the inside and exploring. He loved the taste! It was like blueberries and cream. His tongue stroked along Omi’s, causing the boy to shiver.

Schuldich’s arms held him closer as the red head tried to devour the blonde from the mouth down.

Omi flailed his arms trying to get air.

Schuldich pulled back for a second to allow Omi to take a large inhale of air before clamping down again, forcing Omi to exhale into his mouth.

Schuldich licked the corners of Omi’s mouth and smiled into the younger boy.

Even in the current situation heat raced up Omi’s face and he made some sort of sound in his throat, not having enough air or lip movement to actually say anything.

Schuldich pulled away again, allowing Omi two breaths this time before pouncing. He let his mind wander and see what Omi was thinking.

Schuldich smirked and coaxed Omi’s tongue outward till the boy’s mouth was more firmly against his. With some more coaxing he managed to get the blonde to lick the corner of his own mouth, it sent shivers down Schuldich’s spin at the feel of it.

Omi gasped and half-withered, half recoiled. Schuldich was almost disappointed when he felt the tongue dart out again and gently run over his own.

Schuldich smiled and massaged Omi’s back, trying to relax the tense muscles.

The mental thought he picked up from the blonde beneath him made him chuckle.

The mouths continued sparing for a few more seconds before the German drew back, his gaze heated and unfocused.

Omi’s lips were swollen from the pressure and intensity of the kiss. *4*

The blonde made a cry of protest at the sudden loss of contact.

Schuldich smirked and ran a hand through the blonde haired boy’s hair, going back to plaiting it as if nothing had happened.

"Still bored Kitten?"

The pout was back.

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~ End chapter one. TBC…

Author’s second notes: Sorry to end it there, but my mummy told me I should do a fic to leave you all hanging *coughs* what’s sad is I’m not joking.

*1* Sorry I had to put an Anita Blake reference in there. ^^

*2* I’ve been dying to use my German classes for something for month’s now. Hey at least I can say I’m learning useful stuff at school.

*3* If I were in that position, Schu-Schu would be afraid. ^^

*4* Now THAT is a kiss *drools*.

Anyway, the reviews will determine weather I continue or not *grins evilly* ^^