Can it Happen Again?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have custody of the Weiss boys, though I would like visitation rights.


AN: Well, thanks to Ciana and Tiger for their reviews, we\'re back for round two. This chapter isn\'t as long, and is pretty much just sex. Not much story, but what the heck. I needed it out of my system. And again, all reviews are welcome.
~*~ Maia


The hotel room was small, but comfortable. The entire way over had been spent pawing at each other, so they wasted no time getting back to their business. Clothing was discarded haphazardly as they made their way to the bed, each finding himself entangled in the arms of the other.

Finally, Schuldig was able to push Yohji down onto the bed, pinning the man beneath him with his body. Schuldig still wore his pants -- no longer done up, but still clinging to him -- as Yohji lay naked beneath him.

The man was a beautiful sight to behold, only the faintest of scars marring his perfect, golden skin. Occupational hazard. Schuldig leaned down, biting gently at the spot where the shoulder meets the neck, as Yohji\'s hands roamed his back and sides.

Yohji couldn\'t remember ever being this hard in his life, and never before had he wanted to fuck a person this bad. For him, sex came and went, usually easier to find than a parking space. But he knew it had to be this man, this minute!

Schuldig began sucking on his earlobe, rolling it gently between his teeth while reaching down to cup Yohji\'s balls with one hand, his middle finger teasing his tight entrance. Yohji moaned in pleasure, tilting his hips up in silent invitation. Schuldig continued to hold out, his hand now sliding up to lightly stroke Yohji\'s cock. His eyes rolled back as the German\'s thumb massaged the soft underside of the tip.

\"Please, Schuldig,\" Yohji whimpered, his entire body trembling, \"Schuldig, fuck me now!\"

The German had hoped to draw it out at least a little longer, but he knew he could not say no to the man writhing beneath him. He grabbed his coat where it lay crumpled behind him on the floor, and pulled a small tube from the pocket, trying at the same time to struggle out of his pants. He continued nibbling on the blond\'s ear as he slowly inserted a finger into him and then carefully added a second. Yohji mewled as Schuldig slowly thrusted and scissored his fingers, gradually working in a third.

Yohji\'s fingernails scraped down Schuldig\'s back as he begged, \"Now, Schuldig! Please!\"

Schuldig could hear the trembling need in his voice, and he knew that he couldn\'t wait any longer. Between the waves of sheer lust rolling off of Yohji and all the little dirty thoughts tumbling around his head, the telepath\'s hands were shaking with anticipation as he smeared himself with the oily liquid. He positioned himself at Yohji\'s entrance, slowly pushing his way in. Their eyes remained locked, Schuldig ready to stop at the first sign of pain.

He was about halfway in when Yohji decided he was taking too long. The blond bucked his hips up, and Schuldig found himself suddenly fully seated in the other man. He squeezed his eyes shut and hissed sharply, not in pain, but worried that he might lose himself in Yohji too soon. Through an incredible force of will, he managed to calm himself and began thrusting slowly into the warm, slick entrance.

Yohji moaned softly, leaning up to claim one of Schuldig\'s nipples with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub and worried it slightly with his teeth. Schuldig cried out and gave a sharp thrust, hitting a spot that made Yohji see stars. He fell back to the mattress, wrapping his legs around the German\'s waist and pulling him in even deeper.

Schuldig began driving into him faster and faster, their bodies slapping together, Yohji moaning every time Schuldig\'s head stroked his sweet spot.

\"Harder!\" Yohji cried, squeezing his eyes shut and bracing himself with both hands against the headboard. Schuldig was pleased to oblige.

The blond was moaning loudly with every thrust now, completely unable to speak. //Cum in me! // he screamed into Schuldig\'s mind.

The German was still fighting valiantly to hold it off. \"You…first,\" he panted, reaching down to fist the other man\'s cock in time with his own movements.

Seconds later, stars burst in Yohji\'s vision as he arched himself up to capture Schuldig\'s lips in a passionate kiss, his essence coating both their stomachs. The red-head followed close after as he felt the passage tightening around him. They both collapsed into one another, Schuldig resting his cheek on Yohji\'s shoulder as they both lay gasping for breath and enjoying the last few aftershocks of their heated passion.

Yohji\'s hands wound themselves into thick red hair, and Schuldig closed his eyes as they held each other close for a moment, their bodies still locked together. He took a deep breath, enjoying the moment.

When he started to loose feeling in his legs, Schuldig heaved a regretful sigh and rolled himself over, reaching down to his discarded pants to search for his cigarettes. He passed one to Yohji and the two sat and smoked in comfortable silence, Yohji resting his head on Schuldig\'s shoulder.

* * *

Schuldig awoke the next morning pleasurably sore. He slid his arm across the bed next to him, but it was empty -- and cold -- as he knew it would be.

With a disappointed sigh, he rolled over, opening his eyes to find Yohji leaning against the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He was fully dressed, and judging by the number of butts in the ashtray, had probably been up for a while.

Schuldig smiled, disbelieving. \"You\'re still here,\" he said, his voice gravely from sleep.

Yohji nodded, turning to gaze out the window at nothing in particular. \"I thought about leaving,\" he admitted, \"I was going to leave. But I needed to know something first. About what happened…last night.\"

He turned back to face Schuldig, who was digging through his clothes for his pack of smokes, with no luck. With an almost-smile, he pointed to where they lay on the nightstand beside the bed.

The German pretended to concentrate really hard on lighting his smoke. He could guess where this was going; he didn\'t need to read the man\'s mind. He didn\'t want to. It would have been so much easier to cope if Yohji had simply left. Schuldig didn\'t need the goodbye speech right now.

When it became obvious that he could no longer be \'distracted\' by his lighter, he steeled himself and turned his gaze on the other man. The jade eyes lowered, and Yohji took a nervous step forward. \'Here it comes,\' Schuldig thought bitterly, keeping his face expressionless as best he could.

\"Can it happen again?\"

Schuldig\'s jaw dropped, and he was left completely speechless. He was also fairly certain his heart had stopped. Yohji wanted to see him again! If the German had believed in God, he would have thanked Him for the miracle. \"If that\'s…what you want,\" he managed to get out without his voice cracking.

\"Ok, well I guess you know where to find me,\" Yohji blurted, heading quickly for the door before the other could notice the heated flush stealing up his cheeks. \"See you…later,\" he called over his shoulder.

Schuldig may not have been able to see his facial expression, but the feeling of relief that had come off the man was enough to send him reeling in ecstasy. He flopped back onto the pillows that still smelled of sex, smoke, and flowers, a huge grin plastered on his face.


AN: For those of you that are waiting for the next chapter, I would like to apologize now and ask for your patience; silly me left the disk with my only copy on it in the computer up north at the cottage…and I\'m not going back until next weekend. :( I will have it posted as soon as I get back, though.