Can it Happen Again?

Disclaimer: Though I am slightly delusional, I do know they're not mine.

AN: Finally, my next post. I thank those of you who have read and reviewed, and I thank you even more if you've come back to read this! I figure I should post all that I can ASAP, because I am soon to be without a computer for who knows how long. Well, you know the drill: read, enjoy, respond!
~*~ Maia

Yohji slipped into the darkened office, hoping to remain unobserved by the guards. Damn! There weren't supposed to be any patrols on this floor tonight. Of all the nights for the guards to take initiative… He took a deep, steadying breath and waited for the guards to pass.

A strong hand appeared from seemingly nowhere, clamping firmly over his mouth and pulling him back against a lean, hard body. And judging from the bulge digging into his lower back, he needed only one guess to figure out who was behind him.

//Schuldig?// he thought, still trying to get used to the whole telepathy idea.

//Quietly now, // the German cautioned, removing his hand from Yohji's mouth and instead wrapping both his arms around the man's midsection.

//What are you doing? // Yohji asked, attempting to brush away the other's embrace indignantly.

//You said you wanted to see me again, // Schuldig responded with fake innocence.

//I'm working! // the blond hissed back.

//As am I. //

Yohji didn't quite like the telepath's cryptic reply. He quickly forgot, though, as Schuldig spun him around into a crushing kiss. Taken by surprise, Yohji clung to the man for balance.

//Eager, are we? // Schuldig purred in his mind, pulling his body closer.

//Schuldig, not now! // Yohji regained his control, pushing away from the man's lean, hard body before he did anything Aya might kill him for. He turned and took a step towards the hall, only to find the German blocking his path. Man, he hated when the guy did that!

//I can't let you leave, Kudoh, // he said apologetically, nearly flinching at the angry glare the blond sent him. He hated having to play this game -- but orders were orders. He ran his hands down Yohji's arms, giving him a soft peck on the end of his nose. //At least, not for the next fifteen minutes…//

Realization dawning on him, Yohji smirked. //Mixing business and pleasure already? // he asked, not resisting Schuldig's kiss this time. He felt himself slowly being forced backwards, until his backside bumped the edge of a desk.

Schuldig leaned him back over the desk, sweeping away the clutter of paper and other debris. He pressed his hips forward, rubbing their stiffening arousals together. Slowly, he unzipped Yohji's trench coat, pushing his hands inside to roam over the blond's exposed midriff. Damn, why the hell did he have to dress so sexy if he was just going to work?

Yohji bit down on Schuldig's lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape as one of the German's hands slid down between their bodies. The blond could almost feel the telepath's contented sigh in his mind; a strange, yet somehow exciting sensation.

Schuldig smiled and pulled back to look down at the man he held pinned. //Well, whaddya know? Some guys like a little dirty talk, but all our little Kitten needs is a bit of mind-fucking to get him going. Interesting…// He sent the equivalent of a mental purr, and was delighted to see Yohji begin squirming beneath him.

//Still on the clock, remember?// Not that the Weiss assassin really wanted to rush things, but the last thing he'd need would be for one of his team-mates to walk in on this -- or worse, one of Schwartz. Levering himself with both arms, he pushed Schuldig back far enough for him to gain a much more comfortable, seated position. Pulling the red-head into another crushing kiss, he hitched his hips forward to the edge of the desk, hoping he'd take the hint.

Schuldig was more than happy to oblige, having not actually believed he would be able to detain the blond from his duties tonight. Things were going way better than he'd hoped. As it was, Yohji's legs were wrapping around his waist, while his hands alternated between silky red tresses and his firm, muscular ass.

//I'm afraid there's no time for foreplay then, Kitten,// He nipped gently at the soft spot he'd found beneath the blond's jaw, earning a quiet moan, as he quickly fumbled through his pocket for his lube. Recapturing Yohji's lips, he reached down and stroked him once more. //You ready?//

Yohji flicked his tongue against the German's. //Fuck me.//

It was hard for Schuldig to argue that, and he soon made short work of both their pants, managing to slick himself up in the process. Positioning one of Yohji's legs over his shoulder, he broke off from their heated kisses as he pushed two fingers into his entrance, wincing slightly at the hissed intake of breath it caused.

//Keep going,// Yohji assured him, closing his eyes and allowing himself to lean back and relax. In truth, he had been waiting for this since their last encounter, nearly two weeks ago. He had almost started to believe that 'next time' would never come. Yet here they were, even though he knew in his heart that tonight was simply a diversionary manoeuvre on behalf of Schwartz. Still…

Schuldig prepared the blond as best he could and gently eased himself inside. Once again, just the feel of the other man's body hot around him was almost too much to register at once. Shifting him so that both of Yohji's legs were hooked over his shoulders, he slowly began pumping into him, picking up speed with every thrust.

Bracing himself up on his elbows, Yohji bucked his hips, willing Schuldig to go even faster. The angle he was at had him seeing stars with every stroke of the German's member, and he just couldn't get enough of it. //More…Schuldig, baby…don't stop…// He was panting for breath by now, and he could feel every muscle in his body straining, aching for release.

Hearing Yohji moan his name like that -- even if he hadn't been aware he was doing it -- was enough to send Schuldig over the edge. As he came, he left the telepathic channel open between them, and the force of the added sensations was enough to send the blond into an explosive orgasm of his own.

Yohji was unable to stifle the bellow that escaped him as he released, and only the terrifying thought of someone having heard kept him from passing out in euphoric bliss. Half-dazed, he slipped down from the desk as soon as Schuldig dislodged himself. The nervous glance that passed between them told him that the telepath was about as eager to be discovered as he was. Without a word, both started hurriedly dressing.

//So, was that what the Oracle had in mind for you tonight?// Yohji asked as he re-zipped his coat, his trembling fingers making the task difficult. The Weiss assassin's paranoia put more bitterness into his tone than he'd intended.

Schuldig sighed, brushing the other man's hands aside and pulling the zipper the rest of the way. //My orders were to detain you,// he admitted, glancing into emerald eyes that wanted to believe him, //…But the manner of your detainment was my own devising.//

He couldn't tell if that appeased the blond or not, because suddenly two voices registered within his perimeter. //Uh oh…two kittens fast approaching. Sorry to fuck and run, but you know how it is,// He offered his most charming smirk and pulled Yohji in for one last kiss, pleased that he met no resistance. //Next time, it'll be off the clock. I promise.//

//So, you want to see me again, huh?// Yohji raised an eyebrow, his playfulness returning despite the adrenaline still pumping through him. //I guess I can check my calendar…// He lingered over the kiss, until Schuldig shoved him back.

//Take the south stairs,// the red-head advised, before disappearing into the shadows in the rear of the office where Yohji could only guess there was another door. Not two seconds later, Abyssinian and Siberian burst into the room from the hallway, weapons drawn.

"Balinese!" Ken exclaimed, "We heard a yell, are you alright?"

"Fine," Yohji waved them off with a shrug. "I just ran into a…guard, who, uh…kicked me. Really hard. But he got away,"

Two stunned frowns met his response, as well as a mental chuckle.

"Well, we outta here or what?" Yohji strode past the other two, leaving them to glance questioningly at each other.

"I think the south stairs should be safest…"