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<Part 1>
 

    Farferello stalked his prey quietly. It was being silent now, except for the moaning every so often. So quiet, but he was more so. Like a lepard, like a wolf, he circled his quarry, moving low on the growned and then. . . when the moment was right. . . HE POUNCED!

    "Ahh! What?!" The force of the Irishman's landing bounced Youji and Shuldich into the air and back to the bed with a loud 'omph'.

    "Wake up! Wake up!" Farfie grinned and Youji groaned. "It's day time! Get up!"

    "Schuldich get your son off of me."

    Farfie grinned broader, "Before sunrise I'm 'your' son."

    Scuhldich chuckled.

    "Alright 'Simba'." Youji teased sleepily, "Go pounce Omi and Nagi."

    "OK!" He was gone in a second and Youji currled back up against Shuldich.

    "Who thought Disney would be good for him?"

    Schuldich kissed his way up Youji's back and smiled against the warm skin of his neck, "We have to get up."

    "Mmm."

    "Yooooooujiiiii. . ."

    "Wha. . ."

    "Come on lover. Time to wake up." Schuldich smiled.

    Youji burrowed further under the blankets.

    The red headed German was not going to be ignored. He reached down and pumped Youji's cock into full hardness and grinned as he moaned and opened his eyes. "Good morning."

    "Oh yeah." Youji arched into the slim fingers of his lover, "Really good morning."

    "Want me to make it even better?"

    "Mmm, yeeeeessssss!"

    Schuldich smiled and lay drapped over his partner, "Now how could I do that hm?"

    "Get your cock inside me!"

    "Ooh! I like you fiesty!"

    "Schuuuuuuuu!"

    Hot lips cut off his plea and Youji gasped into the moist mouth above him.

    "SHULDICH! YOUJI!"

    Both men groaned and fell back to the bed with a thud. Youji, used to his teammate's timing, was the first to greet him, even if the greeting was less than enthusiastic. "Morning Ken."

    "No, afternoon, and we have to meet Manx." Aya shot into the room as he walked by.

    Farf launched himself into the room again and landed between the two annoyed assasins. "We get to make people hurt!"

    Youji smiled, "Yeah, and I'm all better now so I help you this time."

    Farferello's smile vanished and he stopped moving completely, "I don't want to give God your pain." He looked helplessly at Youji, "I don't want to hurt God anymore."

    "I'll be ok Farf-kun." Youji smiled, "I promise."

    "Promises don't stop bullets."

    The Japanese boy hugged his Irish friend close and rocked him slowly. The pale man would only allow Youji and Schuldich to touch him so gently. It was Jei's need for contact and comfort. A sign that the Irishman was finally healing. Sometimes it was hard for the lover's to remember that their adopted son was almost as old as they were.

    "I don't like it when you bleed."

    "Farfie, I'm an assassin. It's who I am and what I do. Sometimes I get hurt. I can't promise I won't. But I can promise that I'll try to keep safe, and if I do hurt too bad to come back to my men, I'll stay with you in spirit until you join me. Ok?"

    "'k." The scared figure huddled close and Schuldich embraced both of them.

    The rest of their group watched from the open door in solomn silence. Aya surprised them all by being the one to break it. "Having his. . . family, has helped Youji grow up. Faster than anything could have."

    Nagi hugged Omi close and the blond sighed, "They're so sweet together."

    "Who is?"

    Everyone in the doorway froze and turned, "Manx!"

    "When you didn't come to the meeting place I figured I'd find you here." She stepped up and looked at the three on the bed her face devoid of emotion then, finally, she smiled, "Oh, I see what kept you. He's still having trouble with it huh?"

    "Yeah, ever since Youji got hurt, Farfie is acting like he's afraid to lose him." Omi nodded.

    "Come on guys, up. now."

    Mumbles of a possitive nature answered and she nodded and walked into the living area.

    Five minuets later, Youji and Schuldich exited their room fully dressed with Farfie in front of them, "So what's the mission?"

    "We found Crawford."

    Schuldich tensed and Farferello went even more pale than usual. "Where."

    "He took a family the other day. A foreign officer sent to help cut crime in the city." Manx set up the video and hit the lights, "This is your assignment."

    Their boss came up on the blank wall. "White Hunters, This is Black Hunter Crawford. He is the last of his team and recently decided that being a hireling was under him. He killed his boss and now has begun a campaign to join all of the crime syndicates in the city into one orginization. If he accomplishes his mission he will be unstoppable. We must prevent this at any cost. Go, white Hunters and Hunt the. . ."

    Nagi stoped it before they had to hear the corny ending 'again', "So all we know is that he's up to no good in a big way, and he's gone awal."

    "It's information enough." Aya nodded. "I'm in."

    Ken gave a thumbs up, "Me too."

    Omi grinned, "Count on me!"

    "I go where Omi goes." Nagi hugged his boyfriend tight.

    Farferello grinned and licked the sharp edge of his favorite knife, "I get his eyes."

    Youji chuckled, "And I need to pay him back big time."

    Everyone looked at Schuldich who glarred at the frozen image on the wall. "Well?"

    "No one hurts my lover and lives." His eyes flashed and he tossed a knife into the image's throat. "I'm in."

<Part 2>
 

    Schuldich sat crosslegged on their bed while Youji slipped on tight black pants covered in buckles and hooks. He slid his feet into matching boots with visible steal toes and walked to the bathroom, his lover followed and helped him bend over the sink and bleach the soft brown hair he loved so much. "I don't like this."

    "I know you don't, but it makes sense we need an inside man. Crawford knows you, Farf, Nagi and Aya too well to miss you if you were there but He's only seen me in shadows and fuzzy survailance tapes. That means I have a chance."

    "Ken or Omi. . ."

    "They don't look like street scum Schul. You know that. They look like school boys or someone's little brother."

    "I don't want you to risk yourself like this! If they found out. . ."

    "They won't find out." Youji dried his hair carefully and stepped back to let Schuldich see the finished product. "Well?"

    "Youji Kudou, you look like walking sex. I don't want you out of the apartment like that!"

    Youji nuzzled against his lover and licked his neck lovingly, "You know I love you baby. Only you. Don't you?"

    "I know, but the rest of the world doesn't."

    Youji grinned, "Thought of that!" He ran back into their room and fished a long box from the drawer.

    "What are you up to?"

    "Look inside."

    The german opened the lid and froze. It was a black leather collar with a large silver buckle. "A body slave's collar?"

    "Put it on me."

    "I don't. . ."

    Youji hushed him, "I want people to know that I have a wonderful lover waiting for me. Wedding rings are nice but this is more powerful. Put it on me. Please."

    He fastened it gently over the slim, pale throat and ran his fingers over the thick leather, then down to trace the scars from his recent shooting. They had been hidden by a tattoo of three claw marks down his breast. The questing fingers then rose to trace the other various scars his lover had from his years of detective and assassin work. "I love you."

    "Aishiteru Schul. I'll be fine."

    "If it was my choice I'd keep you home all the time."

    "Barefoot and pregnant? I don't think I'd like that."

    "No." Schuldich frowned, "Neither would I, I just don't want you hurt again. What would we do without you?"

    "You'd keep up the good fight and know I'm waiting for you in the after life."

    "Well I don't think I'd like that, so don't die ok?"

    "Deal."

    "Guys?" Ken called through the door, "Almost done?"

    "Almost." Youji opened a black bag and began applying makeup to his face, powder to make him even more pale to the eyes, mascara and eye liner to make his already large eyes seem huge. tint to make his cheeks more shallow and cheekbones more high, by the end he didn't even look like the Youji Schuldich knew.

    "I liked you better before."

    Youji grinned, "Don't worry, it washes off and the hair will grow back it's natural color."

    "You need to do something with your hair. You have such a full cut it would be a giveaway."

    "Would you braid it for me?"

    Schuldich did as he was asked and tried once more, "Don't go."

    "I have to. You know that. We will be living in fear until he's gone."

    "I'd rather live in fear."

    "It would drive you nuts and you know it, now come on. Give me a kiss for luck?"

    Schuldich complied and then pulled away, "You'll need more than luck."

    "Give me a kiss for the rest then."

    "I love you."

    "Love you too." Youji kissed him once more then walked out of the room and apartment without a backwards glance. Schuldich understood that, if Youji had turned to look back at him, he wouldn't have been able to leave. Farferello walked silently to the window Schul stood by and they watched with tears streaming over their faces as the man they both loved dearly in different ways, went off to face the baddies, alone.

    "I love you." He whispered again. No one heard.
 
 
 

~tbc~