Scream or Shut up!

"Ahh... Hh... Ngnn.. Ohgod..." Quiet rustling, and then a giggle. "Mmmh."

Schuldig twitched. They'd been in that room fucking for two. Hours!

It wouldn't have been so bad, if they'd been loud. If he'd had to listen to the bed thumping against the wall and the chains clanking, that would have been fine. Horrendously loud moaning and screaming orgasms would have been great.

"Oooh..yeah... ahh.. Ahh!"

Of course his team-mate was utterly silent, even mentally. It was his partner that didn't even have the decency to moan loudly. The breathy encouragements and soft murmurs were digging into his skin one by one, crawling up his bone marrow and causing him to clutch at his hair in utter desperation. Even a mental retreat was worthless; the stupid boy his team-mate had brought in to be the night's fuck-buddy had no shields, and to make it worse, was aware of Schuldig's presence in the apartment, and keeping his mental voice as quiet as his normal voice.

Schuldig tugged at his hair again and turned the television up. He debated on whether or not to order a dirty movie from pay-per-view, then figured that if there were any more sexual noises running through his brain he'd start crawling up walls. The other two members of Schwarz would return home to find Schuldig hanging from the ceiling fan by his feet, swinging back and forth and drooling. Why the hell couldn't they have taken me with them? he wondered to himself, not for the first time that night. Two hours! That was so much more than he'd ever wanted to know about the younger member of Schwarz.

Two hours, and neither of them had come once. Fuckers. If they were going to torment him, the least they could have done was make it interesting!

"Hha... ah...Ah! Oh~ Mnng.."

/Nagi, god dammit! If you don't stop teasing him and get it over with, I'm going to come in there and finish it myself!/ The temptation to yell was just too much. He was rewarded by a moment of silence, and then a sharp cry from Nagi's lover. It wasn't, to Schuldig's chagrin, an orgasm-sound.

~I'd like to see you try,~ Nagi sent back impishly. Schuldig knew without having to check that he'd barricaded the door with his gift. He was strong enough now, at eighteen, to keep the door closed solidly and still treat his boy-toy with the telekinetic equivalent of kid gloves. Schuldig allowed himself the first smirk of the evening. Nagi had forgotten that he didn't need to physically walk into the room and jerk his boyfriend off for him - he had his telepathy to do it for him.

Closing his eyes, he slid into the other's mind. It was familiar territory by now; he'd been in and out of this mind for years, almost as long as he'd been in and out of Farfarello's. The youngest of Weiss, and the only one worth looking into again and again. He was the head of Kritiker, or near as, and Nagi had apparently shoved his way into being his body-guard for the chance to sleep with him. Or maybe he had slept with him, and the promotion to body guard came from a night of great sex.

From his position in the back of Omi's mind, he could, essentially, feel what was being done to the boy. Nagi had figured out endless ways to use his gift; in the beginning, he hadn't known how to do much more than shove things around. Living with him when he was practicing for enough finesse to lift a pitcher of water across the room was hellish, but they'd all survived more or less in tact, though he couldn't quite say the same for the pitchers. Hmm, he was getting creative. Omi's arms and legs were stretched out as far as they could be from his body, held down by a firm but gentle grasp. Nagi was alternating between his hands and his gift, sliding soft fingers against the skin of his torso and legs, teasing softly. His gift was in and out of the other boy, sometimes filling him completely and other times touching lightly, just enough pressure to make itself known. Schuldig added his own gift, throwing all two hours of frustration into it, and thrust him out of reality and into a dream-like vision of Nagi tying him down with ropes and fucking the shit out of him. He knew it took effect when Omi whimpered, the loudest noise he'd made yet, and Nagi jerked backwards, startled by it.

~That's cheating! You can't use your telepathy!~

/And what?/ Schuldig sent back smugly. /Just because I'll make him come faster than you doesn't mean you have to get all jealous. He'll just realize that I'm better in bed than you are, and stop coming to see you./

~You asshole. What are you doing to him?~ Nagi sounded pissed off now, and Schuldig allowed himself a chuckle.

/You wanna find out?/ He reached out and linked Nagi's mind into the fantasy, tweaking his brain-waves to the point that he'd feel like it was actually happening. /Gonna fuck him now?/ Schuldig suggested, reveling in the fact that Omi's soft exhalations had been replaced by decent sounding noises. He spared a moment to wonder about himself and his life, that he was rejoicing the fact that he'd made his team-mate's lover moan louder than afore-mentioned team-mate.

~God... dammit... Schuldig!~ Nagi ground out, fighting against the suggestion he'd planted. Teasing them was such fun, he mused.

"N-nagi-kun.." The two psychics turned their attention from one another to the young man struggling upwards against a force unbeatable. "Please let go." His voice was strained, and Schuldig realized that Nagi had a hold of him, keeping him from coming. "I need.. Oh. Please!"

/Please what, Katzchen?/ Schuldig crooned. The emotions rolling off the younger boy were starting to affect him adversely, and he gave a brief prayer that his power leaned towards telepathy rather than empathy. Then he rethought that, wondering about what he could do with empathy, and rescinded the prayer. He moved from Omi's mind into Nagi's, sliding in easily - with his gift stretched in several directions and his mind being taken up with Schuldig's addition to the games, he barely even noticed the intrusion.

He noticed when Schuldig began urging him to give in and fuck the blonde assassin though. ~When I fuck him!~ he said, anger colouring his words. ~It won't be at your command!~

/Aw, c'mon Nagi. He's begging you. How long can you resist that?/

Schuldig was startled into silence a moment later. Not long, apparently. Omi nearly shouted in relief when Nagi finally stopped playing around with him and pushed into him. He'd had the sense to grab the lubrication before hand, and had stretched his lover extraordinarily thoroughly. Schuldig withdrew his gift, listening to the bed hit the wall with satisfaction. Omi was yelping with each thrust, a sort of 'Ai!~aahh!' that sent shivers through the telepath's spine.

Chaos, madness, destruction - His job was done.

And he was almost painfully hard from the games. Since he had no idea when Crawford and Farfarello would return, he didn't feel safe in the living room, but didn't want to just take a shower and waste the erection. Moving into his room with a grumble, he lay on his bed and listened to the two of them fucking. It wasn't long before his gift sucked them up once again and he found himself torn between Omi's mind and being fucked into the mattress by a horny telekinetic, and Nagi's mind and being the one doing the fucking. Finally he decided that Nagi was going to last longer, and stayed with him, adding his own hand to the mix to counter the mental sensations with physical ones.

As he predicted, Omi's mind exploded in white as he climaxed hard not a minute later. Nagi barely stopped, simply dragged his fingers through it and brought them to Omi's mouth. Schuldig was mildly disgusted, though much too interested in the rest of the goings-on to stop watching. Omi obligingly sucked the fingers clean, and Schuldig learned another randomly useless fact about his team-mate.

He had sensitive fingers. The feeling of Omi's mouth and tongue around the tips of his fingers sent shivers down his body and was nearly enough to send him over the edge then and there. Omi sucked gently, his tongue rubbing against the pads, and Nagi shivered again, then froze as he came into his lover's body.

Schuldig stroked himself off, reveling in the excitement of their cooling minds and settling bodies.

In the next room over, Omi grinned. "We should invite him to more of these little get-togethers."

Nagi scowled. "Why?" he demanded petulantly. Omi rolled so that he was laying on top of Nagi, stretched out across his body. He calmly took hold of one of Nagi's hands and began sensually licking at his fingers.

"Wh..what are you doing that for?" Nagi felt his cock stirring between their bodies as Omi exploited his one weakness. Constantly throwing his power through his hands had left them ... tender, a fact that his lithe blonde lover took advantage of shamelessly.

"I want you to fuck me again," he whispered, and bit down gently on the digit in his lips. Nagi moaned softly, and Omi reached up for the lube. "Like this, okay?"

"Lover, you know I can't deny you anything," Nagi murmured back, gasping when Omi shoved two fingers into himself to spread the lubrication to his satisfaction. They always used insane amounts of the stuff, but his train of thought derailed instantly when the blonde assassin grabbed ahold of his cock and arranged it at his entrance.

"I love it when you fuck me," Omi breathed and pushed himself down, impaling himself. The angle was enough to brush against his prostate, and he shuddered. Nagi's hands found their way to his hips, and together they set the rhythm.

Omi felt Nagi's gift slide up his body, touching his sensitive spots and carressing his skin. It made him hard, and the added stimulus on top of Nagi's not unimpressive length hurled him towards his second orgasm.

When they lay in the afterglow of their love-making, Nagi nodded. "Fine. He can come next time, too."

Omi grinned to himself, tucking his head under Nagi's chin, and began plotting.