Youji shifted nervously in his chair. He tried moving his hands but all he could do was feel soft satin brushing against his wrists. To top it off, he couldn’t see! Everytime he opens his eyes, nothing but blood red greeted them. He bit his lips, frustrated.

He couldn’t believe how they had managed to persuade him to join in their game. They had bound him to the wooden seat in the kitchen, then blindfolded him with one of Schuldich’s many scarfs. All he could do now was sit quitely, and patiently, and listen to them talk about strawberries and honey-dews. That, and he could smell Schuldich baking something absolutely mouthwatering. It smelt like shortbread, or maybe pie. But then again, he could be wrong. Either way, it still smelt good.

Then he heard the clattering of plates as they were placed on the mahogany table. And there was the soft shuffling of feet as they neared him. He gulped down the lump that was stuck on his throat and started to wonder what they had in store for him. He bit his lips again.

Schuldich looked over to Brad, who was on his left, and leaned in for a quick kiss. He turned back to Youji, who was wearing only a white tee and his boxers. His eyes gleamed with mischief while admiring the beautifully helpless man constrained to the chair. The old Schuldich had resurfaced, and he grinned at the wicked thoughts that were racing in his head.

"Yo-tan, you ready?" Schuldich asked, his voice as sweet as honey. His grin widened when the lanky Japanese reluctantly nodded his head. The redhead turned and nodded at his raven-haired lover, letting him do the honour of explaining the whole idea of the game to Youji.

His goal was to guess all the food that was fed to him correctly, and well, if he got it wrong, some form of punishment will ensue. Youji started to sweat when he heard the word ‘punishment’. He knew that these two had some kind of evil plan in-store for him even from the day that he moved in with them. He swore at himself for being so dumb as to fall for their trap.

Schuldich lightly smacked him upside the head. "Oh shush you, it’s not like we’re gonna kill you or something," he said. Then his eyes turned towards the wooden fruit bowl nearby and he eagerly passed it to Brad. The American pushed his glassed up the bridge of his nose and picked at the various cut-up fruits.

"Okay, try not to bite off my finger here," Brad joked as he placed a fruit on Youji’s lips.

Youji took in the fruit and chewed on it. He smiled as he thought how easy this game was going to be. He had instantly figured out what it was from the moment that it was in his mouth. The sweet and sour taste of it all too familiar to him. "It’s a pineapple," he answered confidently.

He could hear Schuldich applaud. "Very good Yo-tan," the redhead said. "Didn’t think you’d taste anything after those disgusting cigarettes.

"Just because you smoke Escorts doesn’t mean they don’t stink you know," Youji retorted.

"Will you two just shut up. You both stink like cigarettes and alcohol and that’s that. End of story," Brad snapped at the both of them.

Schuldich snorted. "And to hear that coming from a cigar lover."

Brad shot him an evil glare and the redhead shut up. He reached out and quickly grabbed the nearest fruit to avoid his lover’s deathly gaze, and fed it carelessly to Youji, a thin line of juice trailing down to his chin. Schuldich dabbed at it with a white napkin, all the while thinking about how sexy the Japanese looked and other interesting things. The thought of licking that line of juice off of that face himself was just too tempting, still, he refrained himself.

"So, what is it?" the red head asked before his mind wandered even further.

Youji chuckled, oblivious to the pairs of hungry eyes that fed on him. "This it too easy! It’s a honeydew."

Schuldich frowned as he picked on the random bowls and plates in front of him. This wasn’t how it was suppose to go. Youji was supposed to lose! The German was in a frenzy to hunt for the most difficult food to feed his bound prisoner so that he could carry out his devious plan of ‘punishing’ the chestnut haired sex-bomb. Then he saw it. Jade-green eyes narrowed at the sight of the wide array of assorted pastries arranged neatly on the biggest plate on the table. Schuldich grinned and reached out for it and began his task.

He was so busy shoving random pastries down Youji’s throat that he didn’t realise Brad had went off to the bathroom and was, rummaging through the different bottles in the medicine cabinet.

"Love," Brad called out to Schuldich. The redhead turned towards the direction of his lover and saw the raven-haired American holding up a very familiar blue bottle with a wicked grin on his face. He couldn’t help but snicker himself.

Meanwhile, Youji was sitting impatiently, fidgeting as he pondered on what the two were discussing amongst themselves. His hands felt the silky smooth texture of the scarf and started tugging at it. He didn’t know what they have planned next, but being former Schwarz members, he would have to say that it wasn’t going to be all too nice on his part.

"Ne, what are you guys up to now? I hope you’re not going to poison me or something," Youji asked, half pouting, still fidgeting with the scarf that binds his hands together.

Schuldich looked at the Japanese and the corners of his mouth tugged even more upwards. He beckoned for Brad to come to his side and took the mysterious bottle from him, popping the cap and taking out a triangular blue pill. Having passed back said bottle to his lover, he placed the pill in his mouth, careful not to swallow it.

"Alright Yo-tan, here’s a task for you. Try to just suck this one, and don’t bite it. Well, not yet," the German said with a slight lisp. "Now open your mouth."

Youji did as he was told. Full lips opened invitingly, it’s owner waiting ever so obediently. Schuldich licked his lips and bent down to almost eye level with the chestnut haired man, and stuck out his tongue.

A soft gasp escaped him as Youji lightly sucked on it, swirling his tongue on the underside, trying very hard to figure out what was this thick velvety thing that he was licking. And that was when the redhead clamped his mouth onto the other’s.

Boy, did Youji get the shock of his lifetime. First, he got bound and blindfolded, and then forced to play some food tasting game, and now this! With his former enemy, a man no less! He was thinking, but when he finally realised what was happening, all thoughts flew out of the window and the tongue wrestling began.

All this while, Brad looked with utmost interest, amazed that the Japanese would be more than willing. He could feel himself getting hotter by the minute, seeing his lover sucking face with the poor unsuspecting man. The American couldn’t help but chuckle.

With practiced skill, Schuldich slowly moved the pill from it’s hiding place, and with a swift moment, popped it into the other’s mouth. This time, Youji gagged. He tried to spit out the foreign thing, but the lips clamped onto his would let him do no such thing. Schuldich forced Youji’s tongue down, and forced the pill in deeply. The former Weiss swallowed it with disgust, and pulled his face away from Schuldich’s. "Okay, what the hell was that!" He demanded.

The two foreigners could only laugh.