Can it Happen Again?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any members of Weiss, though they are on my X-mas list.

Can it Happen Again?
By: Maia, Goddess of Magick

Pairings: Schuldig/Yohji

AN: I originally wrote this at three in the morning, on my laptop, freezing my buns off in a tent up north. Needless to say, the first draft made little sense, even to me. It\'s all better now, I think, but if you do find any errors or anything you don\'t understand, let me know. This wasn\'t originally supposed to have a plot -- just meaningless smut -- but I\'m afraid that one may develop later on. But for now, just the good stuff. I will not continue unless I hear some responses, so please let me know what you think!

~*~ Maia


Schuldig needed a drink. Correction, Schuldig needed another drink. It was his fifth -- or was that sixth? -- of the night, but who was counting. It was his night off, one of the few Brad ever allowed him, and it was supposed to be a night of drinking, dancing, and casual sex if he so pleased.

All that had shattered, however, when the tall, lanky blond Weiss kitten strolled in. He hadn\'t seen the fiery-haired German sitting at the bar, or else he probably would\'ve started a commotion. Schuldig was almost sorry he hadn\'t. He would\'ve welcomed a fight, or at least something to let him know his existence was still on the radar. But the young man instead made his way directly to the dance floor, completely oblivious to the German\'s presence.

Schuldig hunched over the bar and waved the bartender over with his seventh -- eighth? -- shot. Not that it mattered; the girl would never remember having served him. He didn\'t really feel like picking up the tab tonight. Or any night, for that matter.

The music was loud, almost too loud, but it helped to drone out the constant echo of voices in his head. He figured he must be starting to get drunk, because his carefully constructed mental shields were starting to slip. It didn\'t matter, though, he thought bitterly, glancing over to the dance floor. He didn\'t need to be a telepath to know what all these people were thinking.

Every man and woman in the club was eyeing the tall blond man in the low-rise leather pants and the midriff-baring tank top. Schuldig couldn\'t blame them -- the man just oozed sex appeal. And, unfortunately, watching him dance was not making the German\'s night any better; it was simply making his pants start to feel tighter.

He stared down moodily into his empty glass, not even remembering having drunk it. Sighing to himself, he got to his feet to leave. His body, on the other hand, seemed to have a different opinion: he suddenly found himself pushing through the crowd on the dance floor, moving slowly but surely towards the man in the centre of the thronging mass.

He stopped a few feet away, watching the way his lean muscles moved to the sensual beat, a thin sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin. Schuldig could feel his pulse start to race just looking at him. \'Ah, what the hell,\' he thought, moving forward nervously, \'I\'m drunk enough…\'

He came up behind the other assassin, noting without surprise that he was still wearing his watch, the one with the deadly wire coiled inside. Slowly, he inched closer, swaying to the music, matching the other\'s movements. He snaked one hand around the blond\'s sleek waist, resting it lightly on his hip-bone.

The man reacted just as Schuldig hoped he would. He arched back into the touch, pressing his ass more firmly into the red-head\'s crotch. Schuldig couldn\'t help but smirk.

The DJ switched tracks, the explicit lyrics making the tall blond grind into him even harder, his head falling back against Schuldig\'s shoulder, eyes closed, one hand reaching back to trail down the German\'s thigh suggestively.

Schuldig could hardly breathe, afraid the blond would turn around and recognize him; he knew what the reaction would be just as sure as Crawford knew next week\'s lottery numbers. \'But it\'s so worth it,\' he thought as the other man\'s arm snaked up around his neck, twining his fingers into his hair.

Yohji could feel the man\'s erection pressing into his behind, and he grinned to himself, already planning how he could make it worse…and then make it better. Even from this position, with his head leaned back on the other\'s shoulder, eyes closed, he could tell that the other man was about his size -- maybe a little taller -- lean and strong. And well-endowed, from what he could feel.

He was starting to feel a little restricted himself, especially as the other man\'s hands encircled his waist, skimming over his stomach, one travelling up under the hem of his top, the other down to the waistband of his pants. He could hear the harsh breathing in his ear speed up as his fist tightened in the hair at the base of the man\'s neck and he pushed their bodies further together.

He opened his eyes halfway as the man nuzzled into his neck, sending a shock of red hair down over Yohji\'s chest. His eyes snapped open at the sight of that hair, and he wrenched himself out of the other\'s grasp, his right hand coming to rest on his watch -- not that he\'d be able to use it in this crowd, though. Still, it was a comfort to know it was there, just in case.

\"You!\" he hissed, glancing around to see how many people were watching. Apparently everyone thought the scene to be a lover\'s quarrel, because no-one seemed to want to look in their direction, averting their faces or staring pointedly away. All the better -- fewer witnesses.

\"What the hell are you doing here?\"

Schuldig held back his sigh, having known it would end like this. \"Well, I was dancing,\" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

\"Dancing?!\" Yohji spat the word out as though it tasted bad. \"That was, like, GROPING!\"

Schuldig rolled his eyes. \"Please!\" he scoffed, \"You seemed to be enjoying yourself,\"

\"I didn\'t know it was you…\" Yohji retorted, sputtering in anger and embarrassment.

Schuldig was stung by the venom in the way he said you. \"Listen, I\'m not getting into this now,\" he said quietly, \"I\'m just here for a good time. You\'re the only other one here that actually knows how to dance,\" he smirked, hoping to at least appease the Weiss assassin\'s ego.

\"Right,\" Yohji rolled his eyes, clearly not believing him, \"Because you like taking your targets for a spin around the dance floor before offing them, is that it?\" he asked sarcastically, wondering for a fleeting moment why he didn\'t just run instead of staying to argue.

\"Hey, Off Duty!\" Schuldig said, pointing to himself, \"I\'m just here to enjoy myself. I deserve downtime, too!\"

\"You don\'t deserve shit!\" Yohji growled, his hand never straying from his watch.

\"Look, I\'m not here to argue,\" the German sighed, raising his hands defensively, \"Let\'s call a truce for the night, okay? I\'ll even buy you a drink,\" he offered, hoping for many reasons that the blond would at least accept a peace offering.

\"What?\" Yohji almost laughed, except he found the telepath\'s seriousness quite unnerving. \"So you wanna sit around and talk about that time last week when we tried to kill each other? You\'re fucking nuts. Fuck. You.\"

\"Fine then.\" Schuldig answered, his hands dropping to his sides, his expression melting into a cool, blank stare. He spun away and moved off into the crowd, shoulders hunched, and his hands in his pockets.

Yohji suddenly felt a pang of guilt, though he wasn\'t quite sure why. The German had been lying to him about being here for fun, he was sure. But, he had been unusually civil. And as he\'d turned away, a look had crossed his face. He looked…what? Disappointed? Rejected? Hurt? That was it -- he\'d looked hurt.

Yohji understood the loneliness of their work. Maybe one drink with the poor bastard wouldn\'t hurt. Maybe he\'d get lucky and the German would let some bit of information slip…unlikely, but Yohji was fighting to rationalize the action he was about to take. \"Aw, hell,\" he muttered, already cursing himself for being a reckless fool.

\"Wait!\" he called out, not even sure if the other man could hear him as he forced his way through the crowd. The red-head stopped in his tracks, but didn\'t turn around. Yohji was able to catch up with him. \"I\'ll take a whiskey sour.\"

What was he thinking? If the German didn\'t kill him tonight, the others definitely would when they found out he\'d been socializing with the enemy.

\"No business tonight, Kitten,\" Schuldig half smiled over his shoulder as he led the way to the bar, \"Just play.\" He appreciated the looks the other patrons were casting his way -- ranging from admiration to outright jealousy -- for \'snagging\' the prime specimen of the night. He wondered casually if Yohji even realized how sought-after he was. All looks being cast in the blond\'s direction were of pure lust.

Schuldig ordered their drinks and took the empty stool next to the one Yohji had chosen to occupy. The German raised his glass in a silent salute to the man beside him and downed it in one gulp, having realized that he was starting to lose his buzz. His new drinking partner returned the gesture -- if a bit hesitantly -- but took his drink slower, sipping almost daintily at it so as to not lose his head too quickly.

The German tapped the side of his glass with his fingers, trying to find something to fill the silence that stretched between them. But what do you say to an enemy over drinks? As far as he knew, the only thing they had in common was their choice of professions, and that topic was off-limits tonight. Then he remembered the blond\'s day-job.

\"So, how goes the flower shop?\" he asked, sounding for all the world as though he and Yohji were the oldest and closest of friends.

Yohji scowled slightly at the unexpected question, not liking the fact that the German knew so many of his intimate details. \"Fine,\" he replied curtly, \"Why do you care?\"

Schuldig smiled indulgently. \"Because it is a polite question to ask,\" he replied, \"It was either that or a comment on the weather.\"

Yohji responded to his answer by taking the last gulp of his drink and turning to step off his stool. He stopped as the red-head cast a disapproving glance in his direction and ordered him another whiskey. Slowly, Yohji righted himself in his seat.

He took this second drink down faster than the first, somewhat convinced for the time being at least that the German wasn\'t going to try to kill him or mind-fuck him, or whatever else the man did for entertainment. He also made an attempt at conversation.

\"So, uh, where\'re your friends tonight?\" he asked as casually as he could.

Schuldig cast a sidelong glance at him. \"That sounds a lot like a \'business\' question, to me…\" he cautioned.

\"Not at all,\" Yohji responded, turning slightly to face the man and prop an elbow on the bar. \"I was simply wondering if we could expect them at this intimate little gathering, or if you all had separate plans for the evening.\"

Schuldig chuckled. \"Puh-leaze! Could you picture Crawford in a place like this?\"

Yohji allowed himself to grin at the thought of the other\'s team leader -- who seemed more frigid than Aya in the middle of January -- trying to blend in on the dance floor. The thought was absurd.

The two men enjoyed the joke for a moment, before Schuldig spoke. \"Naw, Crawford stays in, writing reports, or doing his taxes, or whatever the hell it is he does for fun. Nagi\'s too young to take out, and even I\'m not crazy enough to bring Farf out in public,\" He cast a smirk at the other man. \"At least, not if I want my company to survive the night,\"

Yohji nodded. \"I know what you mean. Omi\'s too young, Aya\'s a tight-ass, and Ken -- well, I don\'t really know what Ken does, besides soccer. So,\" he raised his glass, \"It looks like you and me are the only ones who know how to live it up, huh?\"

Schuldig smiled in response, feeling the man beside him relax finally. Not completely, mind you, but it was a start. It was hard to tell if it was a result of the alcohol, or the fact that they actually had something in common to share, so he decided to keep both going. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey from where the bargirl had carelessly left it within arm\'s reach. He filled both their glasses, raising his in a mockingly extravagant toast. \"To the ones who can appreciate the finer things in life!\" he said.

Yohji chuckled and clinked their glasses together. Schuldig watched as he knocked the glass back in one gulp. He smiled to himself. Tonight was going so much better than he\'d ever hoped.

* * *

Yohji downed the last of the bottle, laughing heartily at the punch line of the rather crude joke the German was telling. He couldn\'t believe that just a few hours ago, he\'d wanted to kill the man, and now, here they were drinking together and sharing jokes.

Truth be told, he\'d always found the red-head physically attractive, but since their teams were at odds, he\'d always known what he was supposed to think of the man. After tonight, though, he was starting to seem much more…human. The lines were starting to blur, along with Yohji\'s vision. His laughter slowly died away, and he found himself staring at the man beside him.

Schuldig kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, already knowing what the blond was going to ask, but still wanting to hear it aloud, just to make sure he\'d heard it for real.

\"You still wanna dance?\" Yohji asked, almost comfortable now with considering Schuldig just another regular guy at a bar. Well, at least a regular guy who could read minds and killed people for a living. They really did have more in common than Yohji liked to think.

Schuldig smiled at him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the dance floor. Yohji followed complacently, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. He couldn\'t remember ever having seen the German smile before -- a real smile, without his usual sarcasm or cynicism. He wondered if the man realized how utterly fucking gorgeous it made him.

Schuldig blushed at the thought, being sure to keep his face averted from the man who was still daydreaming behind him.

Yohji --drunk enough now to be able to use the alcohol as an excuse for anything stupid he might do -- stopped them where they were at the edge of the dance floor and pulled Schuldig into his arms so suddenly that even the telepath was startled. Yohji\'s arms wrapped around his shoulders, his fingertips toying idly with Schuldig\'s hair.

All Schuldig could smell was Yohji -- sweat, smoke, and flowers. An odd combination, but pleasant. He ran his hands down the man\'s sides, and risked a look into his eyes. The jade eyes held the calm assurance of a man who knows exactly what he\'s doing. He was probably only half as drunk as he was letting on, Schuldig figured.

Following the other\'s lead, he started rocking to the music, Yohji\'s thigh brushing his rapidly growing erection every few beats. Soon, Yohji was fully grinding into him, Schuldig having to bite the inside of his lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. He glanced down to see a knowing smirk on the blond\'s face. Schuldig realized he was being toyed with.

\"Careful, Kudoh,\" he growled, \"Don\'t start something you\'re not willing to finish.\"

Yohji tilted his chin up, a defiant look replacing his smirk. \"I\'ll keep that in mind,\" he said, grinding harder against him, his own erection now making itself obvious.

Schuldig inhaled sharply through his teeth as he placed one hand on the back of Yohji\'s neck, forcing the man even closer. \"I\'m only giving you one chance to walk away, Kudoh,\" he snarled, his gentle touch belying his harsh words, \"Take it or leave it.\"

Yohji simply stared back at him, almost daring him to close the last inch between them. \"Suit yourself,\" the German muttered, unable to suppress a smile as he leaned in and claimed the blond\'s lips with his own.

Yohji\'s arms tightened around his shoulders, his tongue forcing its way into Schuldig\'s mouth. He tasted exactly the way the telepath thought he would taste -- whiskey and cigarettes -- and he started to wonder if that\'s what he himself would taste like, but even such irrelevant thoughts were soon lost as their tongues warred with each other, each striving for dominance of the kiss. Schuldig knew he had lost even before he\'d begun, but this was one fight he\'d be happy to lose to the Weiss kitten. He wouldn\'t have it any other way.

The kiss broke at last, Yohji sucking gently on Schuldig\'s bottom lip. Schuldig\'s hands ghosted over the body before him, memorizing every contour. Yohji\'s left hand found its way up beneath the German\'s loose dress shirt, sending tiny shivers up his spine as every available inch of warm flesh was caressed. He let out a small gasp as the blond gently tweaked a nipple.

Schuldig leaned closer, nuzzling the soft skin beneath Yohji\'s jawbone, and giving his earlobe a playful nip. He was pleased with the ragged breath this drew from the blond so he nipped again, this time the tender skin over his jugular. He rubbed his erection harder against Schuldig\'s, and the German could feel the other man\'s heart pounding as hard and as fast as his own -- or maybe that was the bass from the speakers, it was hard to tell. Suddenly, he remembered all the people around them that must surely be watching. Not that he cared that much.

\"Do you want to find somewhere a little more private?\" Yohji asked, as though he were the telepath. Schuldig just nodded, not entirely trusting himself to speak. Yohji hooked a finger into the waistband of his pants and led him through the crowd as easily as a puppy. They made their way to the washrooms, although it looked as though they weren\'t the only ones with this idea.

Yohji led him into an unoccupied, relatively clean stall and no sooner had he clicked the door lock and Yohji had him pinned by the shoulders against it, his mouth pressing heatedly against Schuldig\'s.

Yohji\'s hands found themselves once more under Schuldig\'s shirt, and this time the red-head couldn\'t suppress a moan against the other\'s mouth as strong, calloused fingers pinched at his already almost painfully hard nipples. His hips bucked forward, meeting Yohji\'s, and they thrusted slowly against one another.

Slowly, Yohji\'s hands worked their way down his chest, across his abs, and into the front of his pants. Schuldig gasped and slammed his head back against the stall door as Yohji\'s palm slid over his swollen throbbing member.

God, how many times had he imagined this? How many nights had he lain awake pleasuring himself to thoughts of the Weiss kitten that was currently making short work of the button-fly of his pants?

Yohji removed the red-head\'s weeping cock from its clothed confines. And, it turned out he owed Ken 1000 yen: Schuldig\'s hair was naturally that color.

//Sorry…to disappoint…// Schuldig couldn\'t speak, and he was even having trouble controlling his mental voice. Yohji grinned up at him, entirely pleased with himself. The German was panting for air, and he\'d barely even started warming up. He fell to his knees, flicking his tongue teasingly across the tip of Schuldig\'s cock, tasting his precum. He raised his jade eyes to meet the blue-green of his new partner, who stared down at him only half-seeing.

He flicked out his tongue again, this time circling it around the velvety tip. The red-head closed his eyes in pleasure as a shiver ripped through him, forcing him to brace himself more firmly against the door. He watched as many expressions of pleasure crossed the German\'s face, but then a frown appeared and Yohji felt himself being pushed away. He leaned back, looking up at the man in confusion.

\"Not like this…\" the German sighed, glancing around at the tiny bathroom stall. He looked down at the man kneeling at his feet who was regarding him with suspicious confusion. Schuldig offered him a reassuring smile. \"Not you…here…like this. You\'ve got more class --\"

His sentence was cut off without warning as Yohji took him fully into his mouth, the sudden sensation nearly too much for Schuldig, nearly making him lose it right there.

//Obviously, you still don\'t know me, // Yohji thought, pulling back to suck on the tip before once more swallowing the entire length.

Schuldig let out a low moan -- barely more than a whimper -- as he looked down to watch his own cock sliding in and out of Yohji\'s mouth. Oh God, that gorgeous fucking mouth! He\'d often dreamed of fucking that beautiful mouth, but what he was feeling was so much better than any dream he\'d ever had. This was real! He had to keep reminding himself. This was really happening…

Yohji continued at an excruciatingly slow pace, and Schuldig had to fight to keep himself from bucking his hips and choking the poor man. He continued to torture the German with this pace for long minutes -- which felt like hours, to Schuldig -- until his whimpered pleas for release became desperate.

Yohji took him deep into his throat as he came, and made a show of lapping up every last drop. Schuldig crumpled to the floor in front of him, his legs no longer able to support him. \"You\'re such a slut,\" he chided, his soft tone taking the sting from the words.

\"What, you\'re done already?\" Yohji asked, arching an eyebrow.

\"For the next twenty minutes or so, yeah,\" the German replied, grabbing the blond\'s shirt and pulling him into a kiss, \"Which is just enough time to get to a little place I know…\"