Siberian bit him.
Hard.
Schuldich pulled back, running his tongue over the split flesh of his bottom lip, licking up blood. Dark hair fell into wide chocolate eyes full of anger, shock, and a little bit of pain. Schuldich chuckled softly as he telepathically reached out for the claw wielding member of Weiss that he held in his arms.
/You were too slow on the turn-around,/ Schuldich told him in a mocking voice.
The youth's eyes widened. "You--!"
/Can read your mind?/ "Of course." Siberian spasmed in his arms and tried to pull away but Schuldich's hold was too strong. "It's useless to struggle. How far do you think you can run from a telepath?"
Siberian glared at him. "Far enough," he spat out.
"I don't think so."
Schuldich snapped his mind into Ken's, grabbing his consciousness. As a non-psi, the brutal invasion of another mind in his made him convulse, his head snapping back, throat arching sharply. Eyes squeezed shut, he gasped for breath and it was all he could do to just stay conscious. Schuldich chuckled and pressed his lips to the pulse of his vein in his neck, his tongue flickering out against warm flesh.
"Well, well, well. Your mind is very interesting, Kenken," he mocked.
Ken shuddered in his arms. "You--"
"Oh, I think I'll keep you. Your mind is going to amuse me for some time," Schuldich purred, his hands tightening on Ken's wrists.
"The others--"
"Hoping your fellow assassins will come and save you? Hoping *Aya* will come and save you? Or not? Do you really want him to see you like this? Caught, trapped, in another man's arms? But then again--he doesn't *care* about you so why should it matter?"
Ken's eyes snapped open and he choked on his breath. Schuldich laughed as Ken stared at him in horror. "How do you--how can you--?"
Schuldich licked his way up Ken's neck. His lips hovered above the youth's, their breath mingling. "I'm a telepath, Kenken. You have no defense against me. How about it, hm? I'm a redhead too, kiddo. I could make you see what you want, what you desire. Give you the man you've been wanting . . ."
Ken whimpered and strained back but Schuldich held him closer. "No . . ."
"I could make you love me--literally. What do you say, Kenken? Trust me, I'm much better in bed than Aya."
Ken opened his mouth to say something but Schuldich silenced him the only way he could. He kissed him--deeply, passionately, bruisingly hard. Their teeth scrapped together, lips cutting over each other. For a moment Ken couldn't move, too shocked to defend himself, but a quiet voice breaking over them brought him back to himself and he snapped his head to the side.
"Another toy, Schuldich?"
Schuldich lifted his head to look at Nagi. He and Farfarello were hurrying towards him and beyond them he could faintly hear the clatter of footsteps from their persurors.
"I get bored easily. You know that," Schuldich replied as he lifted one hand, made a fist, and slammed it into the base of Ken's neck before the younger man could move or shout a warning. With a soft exhalation of breath, Ken's eyes closed and he passed out, going limp in Schuldich's arms. The redhead picked him up and looked at his teammates. "Well?"
"Weiss killed our target," Nagi informed. "Now they're coming to kill us."
Farfarello bit down on his bloodied knife. "I'd like to see them try."
"Of course you would," Schuldich said. "You like death period. Doesn't matter if it's yours or someone else's."
Farfarello grinned. "I'll die someday and then God will really hurt."
Schuldich rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say."
Nagi eyed the unconscious member of Weiss. "What are you going to do with him?"
Schuldich smiled coldly. "What I do best."
"Fine," Nagi said in a flat voice. "But fuck him later. Right now, we've got to get out of here. There's another exit across the garage--"
"No. We'll take the elevator."
"Schuldich--"
"Do you have a problem with my order?" Schuldich asked Nagi in an icy voice.
The Japanese boy pressed his lips together. "Iie."
"Good."
At that moment the stairwell door burst open and three bodies exploded through, skidding to a halt once they realized who they were facing. Three sets of eyes locked onto their friend in the redhead's arms. Before they could even take a step forward, Nagi contained them with his telekinesis, rocking them to a full body standstill.
Schuldich arched an eyebrow. "I don't know whether to take all of you or just Ken here," he mused. "You'd all make such wonderful entertainment."
"You--"Youji began, furiously, desperately.
"I what?" Schuldich mocked as they moved towards the elevator. "I know who you are, who all of you are. And soon I'll know more. I did say I'd have your lives."
"Give him back!" Omi shouted, unable to move as they passed by him.
"Let me think," Schuldich said as he stopped in front of Aya. The swordsman was glaring at him with death in his orchid-tinted eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. Schuldich smiled. "No."
"Schwarz!" Youji roared. "I swear I'll hunt each and every one of you down and tear you to pieces if you so much as hurt him!"
"Promise?"
Aya's gaze was answer enough.
Schuldich chuckled. "I don't think you'll be needing him, Aya. Not like you did before. I know you're probably not too keen on sharing but oh well. There's a first time for everything. And besides, you never wanted him to begin with."
With a smirk, Schuldich swept past him and they stepped into the elevator, taking it up to the lobby. Only when they were in the car, with Ken unconscious in the back seat with Farfarello, did Nagi release his telekinetic hold on the three in the garage. Schuldich started the engine and peeled out into the street carelessly. No one said anything on the drive home, they didn't need to. The youth lying sprawled on the back seat said it all.
When they arrived, Schuldich braked to a rough halt and got out of the car. "Farfarello, take him inside. Make sure he doesn't wake up." Schuldich paused, realizing what he had just said. "Make sure he stays *alive*."
"Damn," Farfarello muttered, lifting the knife away from the boy's throat.
Maybe leaving Weiss with Farfarello wasn't such a good idea after all.
"I'll make sure he remains unmarked for now," Nagi murmured.
Farfarello hissed at him in annoyance as he lifted the boy into his arms. The pair disappeared into the house. Schuldich sighed as he dug into his pocket for a cigarette and lifted it to his lips, lighting it. He took a deep drag and fingered the cut on his lip. It was crusting over and had stopped bleeding. Scraping the blood off his chin he headed inside, taking the elevator to their floor. With quiet footsteps he made his way to the study. He opened the door and leaned against the frame.
"I knew I'd find you here."
"I said I would stay behind," Brad replied. He was standing near the window, the lights off, with moonlight falling over him.
Schuldich moved into the room. "Now I know why."
"If I had gone, you wouldn't have him."
"I see."
"No. I don't think you do."
Schuldich was close enough to touch now and he had never been very good at staying away from temptation. He reached out and twined an arm around Brad's waist, sliding against and around him. He tilted his head back slightly, grinning around the cigarette. Brad made a face.
"Cigarettes are disgusting," he said before taking it out from between Schuldich's smiling lips and crushing it out on the desk.
Schuldich arched an eyebrow. "Only to one who doesn't understand it."
"What would you know about understanding?" Brad's arm moved, bracing against Schuldich's back as the German moved closer to him.
"Everything," came the soft reply.
Brad frowned slightly, the expression quickly kissed away by the brush of lips against his. "Schuldich--"
"Ask me," the German breathed. "Ask me what I want, what you want."
"I . . ." Arms tightened, mouths drew closer. "I want . . . you . . ."
Confession. Finally.
Schuldich's green eyes filled with triumph as he leaned millimeters closer, their lips nearly touching, answering.
"I'm all booked up."
With a wicked smile that rivaled the momentarily expression of shock and anger on Brad's face, Schuldich pulled away and headed for the door.
"Try again next time."
And just like that, he was gone, leaving Brad behind to wonder if this was all worth it, if it was just a game to Schuldich.
It probably was.