By: Sidara
Takatori demanded
perfection and they were obliged to supply it. He wanted servants; he got four
people willing to work within the confines of their contract and nothing more.
He wanted protection. He got it. He had bought the four powers of Schwarz but
he could not buy their loyalty. Young though they were, from eleven to fifteen
to seventeen to twenty-four, they were too well-trained to give into his
demands and after awhile, Takatori gave up. Lost cause, he called them. But he
still kept them.
Brad he took into his
close inner circle. As a pre-cog, he had to know all the most sensitive plans
and secrets in order to see the future clearly. As the silently agreed upon
leader of Schawrz, he doled out information when needed and stayed stubbornly
silent the rest of the time, though not for Schuldich's lack of trying. Nagi
relinquished his duty as public relations between the four and Takatori to
Brad, reverting back to his former role, that of a hacker with an uncanny
ability to get information.
Takatori kept Farfarello
well supervised and out of the way. He didn't trust the insane, one-eyed boy
who felt no pain and blamed God for everything. At times he had too much sanity
in his single eye, which unnerved Takatori to no end, though he never let on.
He had charged Brad with keeping Farfarello secure and within their level, a
job that the American took no joy in.
Takatori trusted
Schuldich least of all.
The redheaded German
telepath was much too sharp for his taste, much too willful. Of them all,
Schuldich refused the leash of control and managed to continue doing what he
did best--annoy people before fucking them. Schuldich was a wild card that
could not be contained and could not be influenced. The single most important
rule of the street had stayed with Schuldich throughout his life and would most
likely never, ever fade.
Submit to no one.
It was something Brad
didn't understand but accepted. Farfarello didn't care one way or the other.
Nagi was the one who had a problem with it and Schuldich took great joy in
doing everything that he could to annoy Nagi.
"Don't you ever go
outside, bishonen?" Schuldich drawled from the doorway to the workroom.
Nagi stiffened at the
work 'bishonen.' It meant 'pretty-boy' in his native language and Schuldich
relentlessly used it to define him. Not for the first time did Nagi regret his
feminine looks. "What do you want?" Nagi snapped, fingers pausing
over the keys.
Schuldich leaned against
the door and eyed Nagi's small form. The Japanese boy was thin and pale, in a
dark uniform. His legs were long but his feet didn't touch the ground. Young
though he was, he was beautiful and Schuldich was no stranger to beauty. He had
seen beauty in the cracks on the street, on the Paris runways, in random faces
on the countless people in the countless crowds he had passed through in his
life. But beauty faded and crumbled so easily, became dark and old. Nagi was
this already. He was an adult in a child's body, no different than he himself
had been at that age.
"You,"
Schuldich told him with a smile.
Nagi's lips thinned to a
slash and he turned his attention back to the flickering computer screen.
"Go away, Schuldich. I don't need you here."
For a moment he thought
the German had listened. But only for a moment. Then cool fingers covered his
eyes, blinding him, and warm breath tickled his ear. "Wrong, Nagi-kun. You
don't want me to go away. The moment you first saw me you wanted me to
stay."
Nagi telekinetically
flung Schuldich's hands away from him and he twisted around on the chair, lips
parting to protest, gold-tinged dark eyes narrowing, but nothing came out.
Green eyes caught and held his as a force entered his mind and stayed on the
verge of his shields. It neither proceeded or retreated, merely stayed where it
was for the moment. His breath caught in his throat as Schuldich stared at him,
slender hands thrown wide by his telekinetic thrust.
/Admit it,/ a soft, silky
voice whispered into his mind. /You want me./
Nagi trembled slightly in
his seat as Schuldich caressed his mind. The tenuous silence between them
stretched out for a long intermiable moment before Nagi chose to give in. It
was a conscious decision to let Schuldich go, to allow the German to touch him.
To give him rank over him. Nagi was quiet by nature and didn't need to make
decisions. Let others who had the strength to decide, the ability to be
calculating, pave out Schwarz's future. He didn't want that responsibility.
Long fingers traced his
lips, pulling his chin down, opening his mouth. Schuldich kissed him deeply,
pulling his head back by his hair, arching his neck. /Smart choice,/ Schuldich
whispered into his mind.
/I'm not doing this
because you seduced me,/ Nagi retorted acidly as he responded to Schuldich's
kiss.
/No, you're not,/
Schuldich mused as he pulled Nagi off the chair and onto the floor. /You're
doing this to prove to yourself that you can still be in control. But do you
really think that you're in control?/
Nagi didn't answer him,
too focusd on the sensations that Schuldich's hand down his pants was creating
while the other one pulled down the constricting material. He gasped, arching
against the German tautly. Schuldich kissed along the arch of his throat and
Nagi moaned.
/Is that what you want to
get out of this, bishonen? Control? Is that all you care about?/
"Does it
matter?" Nagi whispered as his eyes fluttered shut.
/Nien. You don't matter
to me at all./
"You really are a
cold-hearted bastard, you know that?" Fingers closed around him and he
cried out, his small hands clinging to Schuldich's arms tightly.
/Ja. But I can be nothing
else just like you--you can never be in control./
Nagi bit down on his
bottom lip as Schuldich jerked him to a climax. He tensed up, moaning as
release swept through him and then slumped against Schuldich. The German wiped
his hand on Nagi's pants, staining the material with glistening semen, before
pushing the boy away and getting to his feet. Nagi opened his eyes and stared
up at him from his sprawled position on the floor.
"Control was never
an issue," he murmured as he wriggled his pants back up his hips.
"Really,"
Schuldich stated as he headed for the door.
"You know exactly
why I did this with you."
Schuldich threw him a
sultry smile over his shoulder. "Of course I do. And we'll do it again
later on."
The door shut and Nagi
climbed back into his seat. "Of course we will," he whispered as his
fingers took up the pattern where they had left off. "But you're trying
for something you'll never get, not for a long time, if even then."
The clacking of keys
filled the dim room, drowning out his breathing.
"Brad knows you too
well to give in." ***
Schuldich pulled out a
cigarette and hunted for his lighter but couldn't find it in his pockets.
Frowning he double-checked but still couldn't locate it. "Schist," he
hissed.
"Looking for
this?" a calm voice asked.
He turned to find Brad
standing behind him in the hallway holding up his lighter. "Going through
my things again?" Schuldich asked as he stepped closer.
"You left it on the
table."
"And you brought it
to me. How kind of you."
"Don't mock me,
Schuldich," Brad ordered in a cool voice.
Schuldich grinned
naughtily at him. "And what will happen if I continue to mock you, hm,
Brad?"
"That's never been
an issue. You mock everyone."
"Then don't take it
so personally."
Brad tossed him the
lighter and he caught them deftly. "Are you going to trick here?"
Brad asked bluntly.
"It's none of your
business."
"I'm making it my business,
Schuldich. I've been put in charge and I don't want you endangering this
mission."
Schuldich lit his
cigarette and arched an eyebrow. "So the dog finally shows its teeth. I
was beginning to wonder if you were all bark and no bite."
"Schuldich--"
"What does it matter
how I live? You don't own me, Brad, no one does. Not even SS. I chose to go
with you that day. I could have stayed and died on the street with Liebe but it
would have still been my choice. You can control Farfarello and Nagi, but you
can't control me, Brad, unless I let you. And you haven't earned that right.
And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
Schuldich turned on his
heel and headed on down the hall. "Be careful of how you choose,
Schuldich," Brad called out. "SS doesn't take kindly to
traitors."
The German flipped him
off. "Worry about your own life, Brad, and I'll worry about mine," he
said.
Brad watched as he
disappeared into a room and sighed. "You're taking steps to your death,
Schuldich," he muttered as he turned around and headed to his room.
The tension between them
was growing.
"But aren't we all?"
Note: I don't see Nagi as dominate but neither do I see him as submissive. he's
just kind of--willing, I guess. or at least I think so. so I wrote him that way
^^;;;