Yohji woke with a feeling of impending doom.

But then.....after a night of drinking and carousing, he usually did. He rolled over on to his back, a hand to his forehead. The sun was behind the curtains and getting in all over the room, making what he considered a mess of a perfectly good night. He winced, closing his eyes and felt on the night stand for his pack of cigs and the lighter.

He heard the paper rattle and felt it under his fingertips and grasped it. It felt woo-fully empty. He spared an eye to look at it.

One. One pathetic, single cigarette left.

He sighed and found his lighter, pulling the cigarette out and crumpling the package, throwing it somewhere in the room, hearing it hit and bounce with a soft noise. He lit the cig and inhaled, tossing the lighter back on the table. It missed, falling to the floor. Not that he cared. He’d find it when he found his shoes. Right now it was enough just to inhale with a deep sigh and let his brain rise from the alcoholic depths he had sunk it in the night before.

The door opened and shut, someone just walking right in.

He scowled. Okay so he was naked and had kicked off the sheets. Let Omi get an eyeful. He drew another lung full of smoke, an arm across his eyes against the annoyingly yellow white light from the edges of the curtains.

Almost immediately his brain registered two important things.

This was no...could not....be Omi.

And whoever it was had simply put one knee on the bed and straddled his thighs neat as could be.

"Neh, Yohji, why the scowl?" A nasal foreign accented voice inquired, it’s owner plucking the cigarette from his hand, the arm off his eyes, and shockingly, planting a kiss on his lips.

He choked, blinking and half sitting up. He was still woozy from the alcohol and, he realized.......something else.

Hands grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back down and he found himself looking up at the jade eyes and smirk of his worst enemy, that orange red mop dangling down around the bad boy face. "Schuldig!"

"Damn you, you sound surprised." Schuldig commented. "Well Happy Birthday, you pig." He let go of the blond’s shoulders to sit up and have a drag of the cigarette, looking down at him speculatively.

"Get. Off. Me." Yohji stated.

"Iie." The red head said impertinently. "What’s this?" he grinned and grabbed the item in question. "Ready for more?"

Yohji’s heart was pounding. This ‘thing’ had invaded his life three months ago, taking him against his will, hospitalizing him with the most embarrassing complaint of his life, and then returning always just when he’d begun to think that if he was not free of him as an enemy, at least the amusement of abusing him had worn off.

Damn him! Yohji was very much aware of the effect of that strong warm hand on his morning hard on.

And he wanted his cigarette back in the worst way. "You drugged me!" He growled.

"If you weren’t such a stubborn bitch, I wouldn’t have to." Schuldig held the cig in his lips, squinting slightly against the smoke and reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand, pulling out another pack of Yohji’s brand. "Don’t say I never gave you anything but a raw ass, Kudoh." He put the pack on the man’s chest.

Yohji sighed. Escape? Smoke? Escape..........Smoke.........

Damn it!

Escape was out of the question. He was still drugged, still unfocused and naked under the german’s weight. "Go away, Schuldig. It’s daylight, nightmares should be gone off to their own beds." he took the pack and opened it with somewhat shaky hands. Cigarette, cigarette, cigarette.......

"Iie." Schuldig pulled out his own lighter, held in a fancy gold holder with initials on it Yohji had never been able to make out. He held it until Yohji had drawn the flame deeper into the tabacco then let it go out and put it away. All the while his hand remained still and grasping Yohji’s hard on.

"Not until you’ve had your spanking." He grinned wickedly with delight.

"You’re crazy." Yohji said.

"Unh unh.....tradition. The birthday person gets a spank for every year and a pinch for good luck." Schuldig said. "You’re very strong here in Japan on tradition, neh?"

"It’s not a tradition here!" He’d never heard of it!

"It is where I come from." Schuldig purred. "And it’s only right you learn my traditions."

"I don’t want to learn anything you feel it so necessary to teach me!" Yohji exclaimed. "Damn you, all I have to do is yell and the others will be in here and down on you like the wrath of the gods!"

"Mah.....sleeping pills." Schuldig said. "Yell all you want. They needed the rest, poor things." His smile spoke of things he knew that would shock the eurasian. "Sah....such worries and frets. Let them have their rest. You’ll be yelling soon enough anyway." He shifted his weight and leaned over to put his mouth to Yohji’s right nipple.

Stupid fucking ruhypnol.

Yohji closed his eyes and winced as teeth grazed the sensitive appendage.

Anyone would think he’d be immune to it by now! The way the bastard slipped it into his drinks day and night.

"Stop complaining." Schuldig admonished mildly, moving that hand..........

"Ah...." Yohji grimaced at the thrill it gave him........

Then Schuldig let go and got off him, putting out the cigarette butt in the ash tray. He took off his jacket and proceeded to unbutton and roll up his sleeves.

Yohji sighed. He finished his cigarette, wondering what he was in for this time.

"Exactly what I said." Schuldig stated and moved to grab Yohji’s arm and the inside of his right thigh and flipped him onto his front, never minding the eurasian’s protest and attempt to keep the cigarette from being lost in the tangled sheets.

"Itai! My........ouch!" Yohji yelped as his poor sensitive member was squashed and bent just a little to the wrong angle.

"Whimp." Schuldig expertly grabbed him by the hips and lifted him just enough to let the poor thing fall into a better position.

"I hate you, Schuldig, I hate you sooooo much.....OWE!" His growl turned to a yip as the flat of the german’s hand came down on the bottom of his right butt cheek.

"One." Schuldig purred. "And twenty four to go. Better let me have that." He took away the almost gone cigarette and smoked the last bit himself then put it out.

He then proceeded to make Yohji’s bottom pink as rose petals, never minding the accompanying swears and protests and just plain cussing, using one hand between his shoulder blades to keep him nailed down.

"Twenty five!" He delivered the last blow it seemed, hard than all the rest, then got a thumb and knuckle full of the lower part of Yohji’s left butt cheek just that close to his crack and pinched hard. "May that be all the pain you suffer this year."

Yohji howled and thumped his fist on the pillows. "I’ll kill you, Schuldig! Someday, I’ll kill you!"

The german laughed. "Look at you, you’re fighting soooo hard." He started to undo his shirt, the exertion making him a bit pink as well. A certain something strained at the front of his slacks and he had that look in his eyes that was no where near hate for an enemy.

"Are you, Yohtan?" He said quietly, tossing the shirt over a chair and undoing his belt.

Yohji sighed, and bit his lip. His bottom wasn’t so much bruised as tingling mercilessly. He heard the awful sound of a pants zipper.

God his mind was so warped. Instead of a sense of disgust, a quiver of anticipation filled him. He wondered if that was how it sounded to the women he’d bedded over the years.

The hand that had beaten him now cupped a round very very tenderly, in a casual caressed, before lifting again to aid in pushing off the pants and briefs his so-called enemy was discarding.

"Roll over, Love." Schudlig said.

And, god help him, he rolled over. He stretched and spread his legs and sighed, ready enough for what was coming.

Schuldig laid down on him and kissed him fervently and Yohji’s disobedient knees came up to offer entry to the german’s prodding’s. He knew all to well he needn’t worry about lubricant. There was enough there from mere hours ago.

He sighed, putting his arms about the man making love to him.

"Happy Birthday, Kudoh." Schuldig said softly. "And many more."