Sanctuary

Chapter 4

Schuldig sat brooding in his room. There was a knock at his door. He
didn't bother answering it. Knowing the person would come in even if
he did say go away. The door opened and Yohji walked in.

The room was dark as all the curtains were drawn. The thick, dark
material blocked out the light of the sun leaving the room to bask in
sort of a twilight effect. Yohji turned to see Schuldig sitting on the
bed smoking. The German only glanced at his lover before he moved
to flick ashes into the crystal ashtray.

"Hi," Yohji said timidly.

"Hi," Schuldig replied staring up at the Japanese man.

Yohji took a deep breath and was about to speak when Schuldig
stopped him. "You don't need to apologize." The Telepath crushed the
butt of the cigarette in the ashtray. "I should have known that bastard
had cast a spell on you." He held his arms opened to his lover. Yohji
gladly went to him and sat on the other's lap.

"Schu-"

"Shh. Let's not talk. This maybe the last quiet moment we have for a
while before Muraki starts his sick game." Schuldig slipped his hand
under Yohji's shirt and pulled it over the blond's head.

Schuldig's mouth closed gently over one of the Japanese man's hard
nipples. The German licked and nipped at the hardened peak while
his hand pulled and squeezed the other. Yohji moaned as his
fingers clutched a handful of the German's red mane. Yohji pressed
himself close to his lover wrapping an arm around the man's
neck.

Then Schuldig's lips moved from the intensely sensitive nipple up to
Yohji's neck. He nibbled and sucked at the blonde's neck until a bruise
appeared on his skin.

"Ich Liebe Du, Yohji. Encase you don't know what I said. I said I. Love.
You." His lips were still against the blond's neck. Yohji shuddered
as the German's lips moved up to the soft spot behind Yohji's ear.

The hand around Yohji's waist moved to settle over the blond's groin.
Then
the long fingers began to skillfully undo the button and unzip Yohji's
jeans. The lanky blond groaned and squirmed in the Telepath's lap
as the hand of said Telepath slipped into the front of Yohji's blue
jeans. Yohji sucked in a hiss as Schuldig pulled the blond's stiff cock
out of its confine.

"Schu, I love . . . you too." Yohji could barely get the words out as the
German began to stroke Yohji’s cock slowly.

The feel of the German's hand stroking his arousal sent chills tingling
up and down his spine. He groaned as he began to thrust himself
into the Telepath's hand. The blond pressed his lips hungrily
against the neck of his lover. Yohji's tongue darted out as he tasted
the salty beads of sweat forming on the German's hot skin.

"Schu. Oh Schu-" Wanting to taste more of his lover's flesh, Yohji
quickly pulled the shirt over Schuldig's head before continuing his
taste test of the Telepath's skin. Yohji's tongue slid across the German's
collarbone, up his neck and down until his lips closed over a nipple.
Yohji bit hard into the nipple but not enough as to draw blood when
the Telepath's hand moved even lower to cup and squeeze Yohji's
balls. He opened his legs wider to give his lover a
better access to his groin. Yohji felt a finger brush over the opening of
his ass. He bit his lip when one of those long digits slipped into the
opening and struck the sensitive spot. Yohji stiffened and buried his
lips against Schuldig's neck to muffled the scream he couldn't hold
back.

Yohji moaned in protest when the Telepath removed his hands from
his lover’s pants. Schuldig stared into the lust filled green eyes of
his lover and smiled.

"Now, let's get you naked." Schuldig laid Yohji down on the bed. The
German held his smile as the Japanese man squirmed trying to lay still
long enough until he was naked. With feather lightness, the Telepath's
hands slid over Yohji's sensitive skin causing the blond to purr in
anticipation. It was so hard to lay there while the German bastard
tortured and tormented Yohji's sweat glistening body. Schuldig's
touch was like fire against his skin.

Finally, Schuldig began to remove Yohji's jeans and shoes only leaving
on a pair of silk boxers. The Telepath removed the thin piece of
fabric. Then Schuldig quickly removed his clothes and settled
himself at Yohji's groin.

Yohji bit back a scream when he felt himself being swallowed by the
German. Schuldig moved up and down on the rock hard shaft. His
tongue slid along the length of Yohji's cock. Yohji thrust his
hips up when he felt the Telepath suck the head of his throbbing
cock. Yohji clutched a handful of the red hair and thrust
himself frantically in and out of the German's warm, moist
mouth.

"Oh shit. . .Schu. I c-can't hold back." Before the last word was
spoken Yohji came in Schuldig's mouth moaning in ecstasy. The
German swallowed
all the blond could give him and lapped up the little that managed to
escape his mouth. Schuldig raised his head to stare smiling at
his exhausted lover. Yohji's body quivered with tiny spasms.

"You are just too sweet Yohji Kudou." Schuldig reached over to the
nightstand and took out the tube of lubricant. He squeezed some of
the gel onto his fingers and spread it over the entrance of Yohji's
tight ass. Pushing in one finger, the blond moaned and arched his
back when another finger was added. Schuldig thrust his fingers
in and out, twisting them making the Japanese man moan and
quiver with excitement.

"You are so wet, so fucking deliciously wet." Schuldig spread some
of the gel up and down the length of his own cock. Just as he
positioned Yohji's ass level with his cock. The phone rang. The
ring was an angry, sinister sound that startled Yohji out of the
lustful haze that had him engulfed. He didn't know why but he just
had a bad feeling about the phone call.

Dammit all! Fuck, not today. Schuldig would not be denied his lust
for his beautiful lover. Just as he was about to penetrate Yohji's
ass. Bradley's voice echoed in Schuldig's head.



Schuldig frowned irritated as he
knelt as though frozen with Yohji's rear up in the air.

sighed Bradley. Muraki. He has set up the first fight. You and Bal-, I mean
Kudou come to my office now.>

"Schu, is . . . is something wrong." Yohji watched the angry scowl
spread across the German's face. When Schuldig didn't answer
him, Yohji sat up on his elbows biting his bottom lip. Something
was wrong, and he just knew their peaceful moment was over.

The Telepath pleaded
with his friend. His body was so hard and sensitive. The German
wasn't sure if he could take putting on clothing again.

hurry up.> And the mental connection was severed.

"What's wrong?" asked Yohji hesitant.

"Brad wants us in his office a.s.a.p.," said Schuldig groaning
as he stroked one of Yohji's smooth, sweat damp thigh. "Muraki
has started the games."
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When Schuldig and Yohji entered the office, the others were already
there. Closing the door behind them, Schuldig leaned uncomfortably against the
wall while Yohji sat on the couch beside Aya. Bradley cast an apologetic
glance Schuldig’s way.

"What are the details, mein fuehrer," said Schuldig crossing his arms
over his chest.

"Muraki called," said Bradley explaining to the others as he stared
into their anxious faces. "He's going to start with Weiss. Aya, you
are the first. Tomorrow at six. He wants you at the docks, pier 23.
Alone."

"No way," said Ken sitting up in the chair. "We're not going to
send Aya out there alone to face who knows how many assailants."

"Don't fret Hidaka. Muraki maybe psychotic, but if he says it will
be a one on one. He means it," said Bradley. "Besides, the sick
fucker gets a thrill out of watching such one on one fights. He doesn't
like crowds too much."

Aya could see the muscle in the American's jaw clenching as he turned
to face Aya. "So, did he say who it is I am to fight?" the red head
Japanese man asked solemnly.

Bradley was quiet for a while. When it seemed as though the
American wasn't going to answer. Bradley sighed. "Yes, Muraki
will be sending the best of Esset's swordsmen."

"You don't mean. . ." Schuldig said choking back on his words. The
men could hear the fear present in the Telepath's voice.

"I'm afraid so, Schu. He will be facing the Hitokiri Battousai, Kenshin
Himura."

"Sword-wielding assassin," said Ken puzzled. He looked around at
the grim faces of the Schwartz assassins. "So what, he knows
how to use a sword. So does Aya."

"You don't understand," said Aya. "For someone to be dubbed as
a Hitokiri Battousai would mean that he has never failed in his
task and that his soul has been bathed in blood."

"That's putting it lightly," said Schuldig. "Himura is. . ."

". . .the red devil," said Farfarello finishing Schuldig's thought. Aya
knew something was very wrong when the Irishman looked afraid.
"The white devil sends the red devil for you. Careful, you will have
to be around that one."

Ken looked at the Irishman and an uneasy feeling took hold of
him. The same thing was going through his head as it went
through Aya's. The Irishman was afraid and that is an emotion
Ken thought he would never see from the man. "Aya, I don't like
this. I don't think you should go."

"Neither do I," said Yohji.

"I'm afraid he has no choice. None of us have a choice," said
Bradley. "If we want to see Nagi and Omi ever again. We will have
to play Muraki's game, and win."

"While we play his game I say we continue to search for the boys,"
said Schuldig.

"Are you sure that's such a wise ideal?" asked Yohji. "I mean will
that nutcase doctor allow it?"

"I think it's not going to matter to him," said Bradley removing his glasses
and began cleaning them with his handkerchief. "He believes
he has the boys hidden somewhere where we can't find them. But
we shall prove him wrong. We will find them."

"If we're through talking. I say we go out and look again," said Ken
getting to his feet.

"My little snow kitty has unsheathed his claws and is ready for
battle," said the Irishman smiling. Then he grabbed Ken and
kissed him long and hard. When he pulled away from the
younger man Ken had to gulp in several deep breath of air. "I'm
with Ken."

"You bastard! Don't you ever do that again!" Ken took a swing at
Farfarello. The Irishman only ducked and wrapped his arms around
the brunette effectively rendering Ken helpless.

"I'm with them," said Schuldig.

"I believe we all are in agreement," said Yohji.

Bradley smiled and put his glasses back on. "Okay, then
let's go find our boys."