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6.
The next morning Omi found that his mind kept wandering while he was trying to work. It clear to him that last night's restful sleep was Schuldig´s work. Since the two members of Schwarz began staying with Weiss, he had developed some surprising opinions regarding their personalities. Schuldig had been behaving like the bastard he knew… most of the time. However, sometimes, when he thought no one would notice, he could be astoundingly kind, in his twisted sort of way. Was the redhead really that good of an actor? Then there was Nagi; Nagi didn't look like a killer at all. "But then again neither do I," mused Omi. Nagi was even younger than Omi. He was polite and helpful and Omi found himself liking the kid, against his better judgement. Could it really all be no more than a trick to lull Weiss into a false sense of security? At times like these Omi wished he had Schuldig´s gift of telepathy so he could sooth his worried nerves.
His internal deliberation was interrupted by a curious voice "Omi-kun?" he looked up, and saw Nagi entering the room with two cups of tea, "do you need some help?"
"Yes, I could really use a second opinion," he made space for him to fit in," I've found something interesting in the files Kritiker sent me yesterday, have a look." He said, his mind quickly going back to the job at hand. "If you look at the areas of knows SZ occupation we can form a sort of territorial overlap. By using a form of geographic profiling we can create a grid that should help us to narrow down out search area considerably. However I need to get the computer to recognise the different relevance of the locals so that it will come up with a more accurate grid. It's turning out to be more difficult than I had anticipated. The maps I have of this area all seem be inaccurate, at best. " Omi said with a sigh.
"Let me have a look,” Nagi said rolling another computer chair near Omi. The blond moved over a bit to allow him better access to the computer. Nagi was soon logging onto the internet. "I'm going to access a few satellites to help us create a GPS to work from. If we feed the data points into the system in the order of relevance we should be able to create an image to superimpose on the city maps we have. This will give us a centre and direction for our search." He explained as his fingers quickly flew over the keyboard. Omi found himself highly impressed. The kid had been able to hack in and take over some of the governments own satellites in the amount of time it took most people to check their email! He was damn good! It took several hours and several more cups of tea, but together they managed to work out one place where several organizations of SZ seemed to be drawn together.
Later that night found the members of Weiss and Schwartz gathered in Weiss' small briefing room. Manx and Birman had been called in, much to their displeasure at the situation.
"We need to strike now, before SZ has time to regroup. They know we're coming, we need to attack them before they can come after us," Omi told the others the next morning.
"And maybe find out more about the rest of Schwartz as well," Nagi added, pointedly.
It took quite a bit of negotiation with Manx and Birman, but in the end Kritiker agreed to the plan Omi and Nagi had concocted.
"We don't like it, but we need your help," Aya told Schuldig and Nagi, "but one wrong move and …"
"We know, we know… really, you should change that disc," Schuldig sneered, "I've heard this song before." He turned and locked eyes with Aya, "we are professional, believe me, we have more experience with these things than you kittens ever will have."
"The things you've done are nothing to be proud of, " Ken spat angrily, Omi quickly stepped between them, "Don't let them provoke you. You shouldn't get worked up before the mission. It'll ruin your concentration. For now remember that we are on the same side."
Ken didn't respond but angrily turned away from the German.
The mission began at sunset. Omi's job was to secure the upper rooms and dispatch any SZ agents that might be hanging around the place, while Ken kept watch from below. The others divided over the other floors. The guards at the staircase were easily disposed of, but then there seemed to be no one else. The whole set up seemed almost too easy. Omi slowly examined the remaining rooms. Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. He spun around, but it was too late. Something hit him hard in the back of the head. Disoriented he fell to the floor and cursed himself. Fingers closed around his throat and began trying to squeeze the life out of him. Omi knew that he needed help pretty soon, if wanted to survive.
But you can't call anymore, can you? Pathetic. He heard a voice in his head, then his capturer suddenly fell to the floor. Once his vision cleared he looked up to see Schuldig smirking down on him. "I will never understand how you kittens have managed to survive this long." The redhead mocked, distastefully rolling the dead SZ soldier's body away from Omi with the toe of his boot.
Yohji, Ken and Aya entered the room soon after Schuldig. The ground floor has been cleared out. Yohji said, adjusting his watch. He cast a curious look at Omi's position on the floor. "What happened to you kid?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I got surprised, luckily Schuldig came around when he did, or else Weiss might be one member short." Omi replied slowly raising himself from the floor, a red tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks. Assassins were not supposed to be caught by surprise.
Aya cast a sceptical look as Nagi entered the room and went to stand between Schuldig and Omi. "Only the cellar is left," he told his team, when all were together again, "Omi and Nagi you have a look at the computers. The rest of you come with me."
In the cellar there were a lot of rooms, which seemed mostly unused. But than Ken opened a door and was blinded by light.
Schuldig blinked a second, before he realized what the man was pointing at them. He opened his mouth to warn the others, but than he was hit by the hell machine. He fell to the floor with an almost inhuman scream, writhing in pain.
Yohji and Aya had ducked just in time and sprang out of the way. Yohji landed on a table, seeing Schuldig and Ken still convulsing in agony in his peripheral vision. His temper flared, and his wire flew around the neck of Schuldig´s torturer, with a sudden movement he nearly severed the man's head. Aya had already killed the other solider who was attacking ken. "What the hell did they hit us with?" the Brunet asked slowly rising from the floor. Schuldig was slowly shaking his head from side to side trying to clear his head; his eyes strangely glazed over. "Hey, are you alright?" Yohji asked stepping toward the redhead. Schuldig seemed take a slow personal inventory of himself before nodding. "Yeah, I'll be okay… that think packs a heck of a punch."
"Let's get out of here before anyone else show up with more new toys " Aya said motioning towards the exit.
After that they decided a long conference with Kritiker was in order.
"Well this should be fun," quipped Yohji as he settled in for a long stay in the briefing room. "You guys are lucky you get to miss this," he said motioning to Schuldig and Nagi who were heading back toward their room.
"You boys have fun now," Schuldig joked tiredly as the pair began to trudge up the stairs to rest. " It was clear that Manx and Birman's trust of the two Schwartz members only extended so far. They were not invited to the post mission debriefing.
"Do you think we'll have soon enough information to find Crawford?" Schuldig asked the younger assassin as they reached their temporary living quarters.
"I think so, Omi and I have found a lot in the files. It's just a matter of forming a grid of the known areas of SZ operations. After that narrowing it down should be simple enough. Omi's really good in researching."
"You like him, don't you?" Schuldig asked with an odd glint in his eyes.
"He's alright… for someone, who is not Schwarz." Nagi added quickly, catching his mistake.
"Don't forget that little one. No one is like us. To the rest of the world we are just freaks." The redhead replied sharply.
Nagi nodded. He knew that of course. Someone like Omi couldn't understand what it meant to be paranormal, to have abilities that would forever separate you from the rest of society. But working together with Omi felt like having a friend for the first time and he liked that feeling. However, Schwarz was more important, Schwarz was family.
Yohji had problems concentrating during the meeting. He couldn't forget how Schuldig had been writhing in pain. His screams still seemed to echo in his mind. Why did seeing the German in pain affect him like that? More so even than Ken's agony! It was only sex, to help keep his thoughts away from Neu or Asuka or… whoever she had been. He was not supposed to get emotionally involved, to care.
Yohji sighed, he had known that he was playing with fire, but he never had thought that he could be burned in such a way. He couldn't really listen the discussion and was glad, when he was dismissed to bed. He craved his fire-haired lover; he had no patience to wait tonight. He needed to see him, to touch him, hold him. To prove to himself that things really would turn out alright. There must a way, maybe if thought loud enough… he concentrated:
SCHULDIG?
Stop shouting I'm listening. What do you want kitten?
You. Now.
An impatient little kitten are we?
Are you coming?
Yes.
A few moments later Schuldig came into Yohji's bedroom. Before he could even fully close the door Yohji was all over him. There was desperation in the other man's movements. Each kiss, each caress was filled with need, fear, longing. The emotion in the air was tangible.
They fell on the bed. Schuldig found he had to break away from the blond for air. "Where is this coming from?" He wondered to himself.
"Woah, slow down," he said brushing Yohji's hair away from his face revealing the torrent of emotions in the blonde's eyes. "Hey, it's alright," Schuldig cradled him close," what happened to you, kitten?"
Yohji buried his head in his shoulder and was content to let Schuldig read the answer from his mind. When the telepath entered his thoughts, it felt like a caress and Yohji found himself relaxing into it. He nearly jumped, when he heard Schuldig´s voice next to him:
"You think you care for me, hm? Don't forget who I am and that this cooperation could be limited." Schuldig whispered. He was surprised to see the expression on Yohji's face turn to a look of intense determination. The sudden calm and accepting rhythm of his mind was amazing. It seemed that perhaps the blond really did understand their situation better than he could have imagined.
"I know, but I need you and I don't care, if it's just for a while. I intend to make the most of what we have. Now enough discussion," Yohji kissed him and massaged his cock through his trousers. The German was still too coherent for his liking.
After ravishing his mouth, he went to his neck, sucking a very sensitive spot behind his ear. Schuldig groaned and pulled the hand massaging his crotch away. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. "Yohji," he protested, as the same hand sneaked up to pinch his nibbles.
"What's the matter, Mastermind?" Yohji dragged his tongue through the earshell. That one erotic gesture was all it too to shatter any self control Schuldig might have considered.
"I think, I need to undress." He rasp huskily.
"Let me help you," Yohji grinned and began slowly to undress him, kissing each inch of exposed skin.
Schuldig was soon panting heavily under that sweet torture. He was quickly lying naked on the bed beneath the blond, as he teased and caressed his body. "Yohji, " he pleaded, when fingers ghosted over his arse, " I need more."
"Do you?" Yohji kissed his neck and along his spine while his fingers concentrated working in that tight opening, deliberately hitting the prostate in the process.
"Yohji," Schuldig whined, "do it."
"What shall I do?" Yohji smirked.
"Need you in me." Schuldig gasped.
Yohji enjoyed the pleading. He quickly shed his remaining clothes, prepared himself and entered his fire-haired lover. Enjoying the tightness around him, he made sure to hit that special spot with every thrust. Slowly he began to work Schuldig's cock with his free hand as well.
Schuldig leaned back to hungrily kiss him again. The spiral of lust increased, until they both found their release.
But instead of letting him go, Yohji curled up against the drowsy German. He needed that comfort, even, if it was only for a few weeks.
TBC