Omi woke to the cool of water, freezing, ice cold water. With a startled yelp the blonde boy jump up, into the waiting arms of the German telepath.

Shivering he inched closer to the warmth and glared at the red head, who was smirking and putting the ice back in the bucket.

Muttering several choice curse words he glared and shivered.

Schuldich chuckled and handed him a towel.

While he was towelling the back of his neck Omi looked around him.

They were in the kitchen and the blonde was sitting in one of the chairs. Glancing around Omi spotted what could only be referred as ‘escape, sweet escape!’ *Cough* the door.

As if knowing exactly what the boy was thinking *1* Schuldich chuckled and grabbed hold of Omi’s hand.

"Don’t even try it kitten. Unless you enjoy those headaches."

Omi swallowed and glared some more.

The red head finished putting the ice away and drew Omi closer.

Watching the fear slide into those large blue orbs.

It was as if the light and easy move had somehow disappeared.

Though, Schuldich had every intention of getting it back.

He tilted the boy’s chin up and bent down slightly. His lips brushing against Omi’s in a light, teasing caress.

The lips beneath his softened slightly.

Schuldich’s tongue darted out and licked a line across Omi’s upper lip. Omi drew in a sharp breath at the sensations, forgetting the rest of his body. His lips parted slightly, which was enough for the tall German.

Schuldich pressed his body closer and slipped his tongue into Omi’s soft mouth.

The sensation was unlike any other, soft, pliant tongue dancing beneath his, sweet taste of blueberries and cream, swirled into one single being. Omi.

The blonde let out the smallest whimper as Schuldich pressed closer still, as if trying to devour the small boy with more then just his mouth.

Heat raced through Omi’s body at the movements, how close they were how tender the feeling surrounding him was.

Schuldich broke the kiss and turned the smaller boy around. Pressing his groin against Omi’s back and swooping down to lick at the sensitive flesh behind Omi’s ear.

The smaller boy let out a small whimpering sound and rolled his head to one side. "Don’t…" Omi gasped.

Schuldich wasn’t listening to the boy’s words, moreso he was listening to the mind. The red head’s tongue darted out, licking a line down Omi’s neck to where neck and shoulder met. His hands sliding up Omi’s body and toying with Omi’s nipples. The blonde groaned and his head fell onto Schuldich’s chest, soft (unplaited) hair mingling with the shirt material.

Schuldich grinned and turned Omi’s face toward him. Omi’s eyes were closed and the blonde’s lips were parted in breath.

Smirking Schuldich released him *2* and stepped back.

The sensations stopped Omi blinked open his eyes and frowned. "Huh?" the blonde asked now thoroughly confused.

The German laughed and shoved the plate with Omi’s sandwiches on it into the blonde’s grasp.

"Eat up kitten."

Omi glowered, taking a bite obediently out of sheer habit and pouting. What sort of game was the telepath playing at?

*

Omi growled as Schuldich pulled the blonde’s hair slightly in fixing in the many pigtails. "OW! You know, I have nerves in my hair and… and…" Omi stopped talking and stared at the mirror, the look of pure horror on his face.

"OH MY GOD!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HAIR!?!" Schuldich paused, pink scrunchy in one hand tuff of hair in the other.

"Huh?"

Omi made an angry whimpering sound. "You’re using PINK hair ties! And is there ANY gel? How do you expect anything to stay up without moose or gel! Honestly and they say I’M uneducated! Give me that brush!" the blonde snatched to brush angrily and pulled the hair ties out, none too gentle, setting about brushing his poor hair back into shape.

Schuldich blinked.

"If you want to do my hair PROPERLY go and get some gel or something." Omi snapped, dragging the brush through a large knot and wincing.

The German raised a brow and stood, scanning the boy’s thoughts while he walked to the bathroom.

Schuldich blinked again. So Omi had a… weird spot with hair? That was… new.

"Huh? Oh… um… not really, its just he IS the leader and everything and he gets really bossy sometimes and… how are you able to talk inside my head?"

Schuldich chuckled.

The red head found the gel and came back in. he stopped dead in his tracks. Omi was curled up in a little ball, sitting on the bed and crying silently. His head hid in his lap.

Schuldich blinked at the sudden mood change. Setting the gel down on another end of the bed he kneeled infront of the crying boy and gingerly put his arms around Omi. The boy tensed. Schuldich winced but rubbed a circle over Omi’s back. The tense faded slightly.

Schuldich continued the movement and dove into the boy’s mind.

Omi’s small body shivered and a small sob broke out of his lips.

Schuldich smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around the smaller form.

In a way, it was taking advantage of Omi’s weakness… but hell, it was an opportunity. And… he didn’t like to see Omi cry.

Omi leaned into his chest. Clinging to the soft material of Schuldich’s shirt like a lifeline. He was so confused, a little scared.

The German’s eyes softened and he managed to pry Omi’s chin up, revealing tear strained cheeks and watery eyes. A tear squeezed out of Omi’s eye and rolled down his cheek. It didn’t get very far as Schuldich gently licked it up. The salt sweat water vanishing on his tongue.

Omi blinked, through his watery tears, managing to look cute and confused.

Schuldich smiled warmly, a real smile. The red head gently licked Omi’s cheek, wiping away the tears. Omi’s eyes blinked, his mouth tugging despite his will not to smile.

The red head moved to the other cheek licking a soft line up to Omi’s eye then stopping and gazing at the closed lids.

Omi’s mouth broke up in a little smile.

Taking this as all the encouragement he needed the red haired assassin licked a quick line up Omi’s nose. The blonde scrunched up his face in an adorable ticklish- giggle- must- suppresses expression.

The red head proceeded to give Omi’s face a tongue bath. By the time he was finished Omi was giggling hysterically and falling slowly, unaware, into Schuldich’s lap.

When the blonde did realise he’d lost his balance he flailed his arms for a whole of one second and then was pitched forward.

Blushing and still giggling slightly he got up and stared at Schuldich. The German was smiling, in happy, nice amusement.

"Schuldich…"

*

Schuldich leaned closer, pressing his lips to Omi’s. The mouth beneath him parted in opening, inviting his searching tongue in. again; the German was hit with a wave of senses, that blueberries and cream taste assaulted his tongue.

Omi found himself slowly responding to the mouth and let his tongue slip forward, brushing against Schuldich’s.

The red head was mildly surprised but calmed when Omi slipped a hand around the red head’s neck, pulling him closer. *3*

Schuldich responded in kind by wrapping his hands around Omi’s back, drawing the smaller form closer, there was little then a centimetre separating their bodies now. The closeness of Omi was enough to arouse the German slightly.

Omi moved closer still, literally hopping into the red head’s lap, wrapping both arms around Schuldich’s neck, never once breaking the kiss.

Tongues duelled and Schuldich pressed his growing erection into Omi’s thighs. The blonde made a sort of whimpering sound in his throat and shifted, rubbing his leg against the soft flesh.

Schuldich closed his eyes at the mere sight. How many months of longing… wanting only this?

His eyes opened again and he stared at Omi’s face. Those soft lashes closed, they fluttered open to reveal stunning deep blue eyes, and Schuldich found more hypnotic then much all else.

The red head rolled the two of them over, pinning Omi under him. The blonde was about to give a small startled cry when Schuldich rubbed his knuckles along the soft cheek in reassurance.

The blonde sighed and pulled away blinking and waiting for Schuldich’s next move.

The red head smirked and snuggled his face into the nap of Omi’s neck, licking and softly biting at the skin there. The red head’s hands made quick and skilled work of the blonde’s shirt and trailed down the soft well-shaped skin. Being an assassin had its advantages; they were both in very good shape.

Omi hissed as Schuldich’s skilled fingers ran over his more sensitive spots. His own pants becoming uncomfortable now.

The German’s fingers trailed lightly over the blonde’s nipples then travelled further south.

Schuldich raised his head and caught Omi’s lips again. This kiss was far longer and dragging then the first. Tongues duelling.

Omi’s hands danced along Schuldich’s neck, then gently rubbed into the muscles. Schuldich moaned. Who knew the kid knew how to massage?

The red head’s fingers came to the top of Omi’s pants and gently tugged at the shorts, pulling them down and off, with the help of Omi’s wriggling his hips to get the constricting garment away.

They broke the kiss for air.

Schuldich raised himself so he could view the whole of Omi. Amazing himself with the beauty of the boy beneath him. A slight heat crept up the blonde’s cheeks and he blushed slightly.

Schuldich grinned wolf-like and took off his own pants, more in one fluidic motion then the removing of Omi’s. He didn’t give the boy time to admire the extremely well crafted, well built, and hansom features as he grasped Omi’s chin again, gently easing them both back into a kiss. Schuldich’s spare hand danced down Omi’s naked chest running teasingly over the muscles.

Omi moaned into the kiss, his fingers sliding over Schuldich’s shoulders and brushing softly at the naked chest exposed to him.

The red head made a sort of groaning sound, his hand slipping lower.

The feelings were overwhelming! The sweet taste of blueberries and cream that was Omi’s.

Omi marvelled at how his very touch seemed to make the German moan for more. It was utterly insatiable! And the tastes… like a meal in you’re mouth.

The two forms shifted slightly trying to melt into one another for more contact on the skin.

Schuldich’s fingers found their target and gently rubbed along the length. The result was Omi gasping and giving a small groan into the other’s mouth.

Pleased with the result Schuldich gently fingered the soft flesh. Omi moaned and broke the kiss panting. He made a sound that the German couldn’t quite understand; too far-gone to think of using his telepathy he paused. "Huh?"

Omi groaned and opened his eyes; the blue orbs filled with need and lust. "Please…" The blonde whimpered.

Unable to resist such an urgent plea Schuldich smiled and captured the lips again.

Both their lips were swollen from the kisses, but neither minded.

His fingers gently rubbed along the length again inciting, almost teasing.

Omi’s blue eyes glared at him in warning.

Remembering his power Schuldich scanned the boy’s mind.

The German Telepath chuckled slightly and rubbed slightly harder more seriously. Omi’s eyes closed and he groaned, moving closer to the feeling.

Omi’s arms smoothed over the chest as the boy groaned.

Schuldich couldn’t take the intensity of the sight anymore and gently let go of the blonde’s length, reaching across the bed for the gel. *4*

The blonde growled, realising the German had stopped, he stopped in mid growl when he saw what Schuldich had in his hands.

Blinking and slightly interested he watched the German apply the makeshift lube to his fingers.

Schuldich finished his task and roll back over helping Omi to position himself. The blonde, slightly confused now allowed the backs of his knees to be placed on the red head’s shoulders, still curious as to what the other man was doing.

Schuldich trailed fingers down Omi’s cheeks and down his neck, his other hand reaching down and lubricated fingers tickling at the boy’s entrance. Omi giggled slightly then frowned. "You’re not going to use hair gel?"

Schuldich paused. "Uh…"

"Don’t you have anything else?"

"Um, yeah, but not on hand."

Omi sighed. "Fine."

Schuldich shrugged and bent down, gently taking the willing mouth with his own.

His gel lubricated finger slide slowly into Omi’s tight walls.

Omi gasped and his nails dug painfully into Schuldich’s shoulders, unknowingly drawing blood.

Schuldich winced slightly but ignored the slight pain.

The blonde nodded and forced himself to relax. Schuldich’s finger brushed past the first ring of muscles, the sensation causing Omi to gasp again, but not in pain.

Schuldich broke the kiss to allow the smaller boy some air and buried his head in Omi’s neck, licking at the flesh there.

The finger slid deeper, brushing along Omi’s inner walls and causing the blonde to moan, fingers scrambling for something to tie him down to earth.

Schuldich smiled and concentrated with his ‘highly keened sex abilities’ to find the boy’s prostate. Finding that perfect spot he brushed against it. Omi moaned and shivered his body withering.

Schuldich grinned gently licking down Omi’s shoulder as his digit moved inside Omi. The sounds coming from the younger boy driving him almost insane with want.

Another finger joined the first, stretching Omi’s inner walls, despite a small twang of pain that was overridden by waves of pleasure.

Omi threw his hand back, closing his eyes and panting in pure bliss. Schuldich took the offered neck and trailed fairy kisses down the flesh. His fingers probing and prodding Omi’s prostate.

A third finger joined the other two, the sensations jolting Omi’s body almost sending him over the edge.

Schuldich’s own control was going fast in the direction of the same ledge with the need to be inside Omi’s incredibly tight walls.

Omi writhed again.

Schuldich panted. With sheer force of will alone the telepath withdrew his fingers and reached out for the gel, which had gone forgotten on the bedspread.

Omi growled in annoyance at the sudden stop, his whole body aching for release.

The blonde pulled Schuldich’s mouth to his forcefully, his eyes dancing with need.

The gel container popped audibly and Schuldich had to struggle for enough mental control, around the warm mouth against his, to apply a generous amount to his throbbing erection.

Gently he repositioned Omi holding onto the boy’s hips. Breaking the kiss he moved his head to Omi’s ear, whispering hoarsely and seductively.

"Now, Omi, this may hurt a little, just tell me if it does and I’ll stop and let you get used to it. You’re being such a good kitten, raw!" the last was purred as the red head nibbled on the blonde’s ear.

The blonde snorted impatiently. "Just hurry up would you!"

Schuldich closed his eyes and breathed into Omi’s neck gently sliding slowly into the blonde’s opening.

Omi gasped at the sensation, slightly uncomfortable, and tensed. Schuldich stopped waiting.

Omi forced himself to relax.

Schuldich pushed to his sheath and waiting, enjoying the feel of Omi’s tight walls pushing against his erection and surrounding him completely. How long had he wanted this? Dreamed? A while, and now he finally had Omi and he was going to keep him.

The German felt Omi shift against him, squeezing his inner muscle’s in a none to innocent way. Schuldich gasped and found himself pulling out then slamming back in, hitting Omi’s prostate sharply.

The blonde gasped and spasmed as the waves of almost unbearable pleasure washed over him, pulling him under and threatening to drown him.

Schuldich pushed in hard and sharply again and again soon establishing a fast and driving rhythm that hit the magical spot inside Omi’s walls every time causing the blonde to groan loudly.

The feeling of Omi’s tight walls surrounding him as he pushed in, caressing his length like silk over skin was enough to make Schuldich moan in pleasure, gently biting Omi’s shoulder to mark the boy as his.

Omi didn’t even notice the small twang of pain, so far gone in the pleasure.

The blonde groaned loudly as Schuldich shoved in again, the pressure reaching its peak.

Arching his back and crying out the smaller boy came coating both their stomachs.

Schuldich groaned as the muscles around him contracted, squeezing his length to almost unbearable pleasures. Trying not to scream as he pressed in again he came biting down on Omi’s neck again and his gave a muffled yell.

The two of them collapsed in a heap of silk bedding limbs tangled and bodies entwined.

Schuldich closed his eyes, ready for a nap.

"Let’s do that again!" Omi said, bouncing up and down slightly.

The German groaned and pulled the boy closer to him, stealing his lips.

*

"I can’t believe I just did that."

"Neither can I."

~ End!

Author’s second notes: FINISHED!!! Yay! *Coughs* by now you’ve probably guessed my favourite Weiss Kreuz character is Schu-schu. *Giggles insanely and latches onto Schu-schu. * Please review! ^^

*1* kind of cliche ne?

*2* dammit!

*3* I’m jealous.

*4* You’d think I’d planned the whole thing from the start wouldn’t you? And the gel was part of the story line? * Laughs maniacally and has more coke and sugar*

so, how was it? Good? Bad? You’ve realised that I like the word silk and use it in almost every fic? I have problems and issues that need to be sorted out and should never write again on threat of being attacked by a horde of… um… goblins? ^^ or, you enjoyed reading this almost as much as I enjoyed writing it? *Grins* I can always hope. ^^