Disclaimer:

I do not own Weiß Kreuz or any of its characters. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination. Please be aware that I am extremely poor so suing me will do you no good. Thanks.

Warning: Lemon Yaoi / Violence / Explicit Language / Angst

Pairings: Schuldich x Yohji / Ran x Ken / Omi x Nagi / Jei x Aya / Crawford x Schuldich

FYI: { Telepathic speech } - Inner thoughts - [ Flashback ]

Author's Notes:

I'd like to give my thanks to all of you for your wonderful reviews. They really mean a lot and are greatly appreciated. Please keep them coming!

Crimson Embrace is developing at its own pace and I must say that I like where it's heading. Adding angst and violence into my work is what I love to do. And so, I have once again fulfilled my duty as a malevolent author and have created a very emotionally straining chapter. I really don't know who to feel more sorry for, Schuldich? Nagi? Omi? Yohji? All of them will be affected by the events to come. And don't worry, the action will soon be making its debut. Ahh, violence...it's a beautiful thing.

Well, that's enough yapping for now. Enjoy the fic and please don't forget to review.

Thanks so much,

Forsaken

Crimson Embrace

Yohji's eyes fluttered open as the noise from the outside world woke him from his slumber. He winced as the light of day invaded his vision and cursed profusely covering his eyes with his arm. God, I hate mornings!

A few minutes ticked by and Yohji sighed. There was no way he could stay in bed today like he wanted to. He had to get up and go to work. Dammit. He stretched languidly underneath the silk sheets covering his naked form and rubbed his tired eyes trying to dispel the remnants of sleep.

Smiling lazily, he rolled his head to see if Schuldich was awake and frowned when all he found a single white sheet of paper placed neatly over Schuldich's pillow. What the....

Yohji propped himself up onto his right elbow and reached over to pick up the note. He immediately recognized Schuldich's nearly illegible handwriting as he read it.

~ Had a few errands to run. Will be gone a few hours. See you later. --Schu. ~

Yohji sat up lowering the hand holding the note onto to his lap, confusion evident on his handsome face.

Schuldich usually gave him more notice than this. How could Schuldich have given him so little warning before heading out on a job? Yohji looked back down at the offending piece of paper now crumbled up in is hand and felt his gut twist in apprehension. Was Schuldich really running an 'errand'? Or was he doing something else?

Angry at the sudden wave of doubt crashing into him, Yohji's fist closed completely around the note and he threw the crumbled ball of paper across the room with not so little force. He watched it bounce off the wall and land on the floor rolling underneath the dresser. Yohji sighed and fell back onto the bed.

What the hell is going on? Troubled jade eyes stared up at the ceiling. Do these 'errands' have anything to do with last night, Schu? With why you were acting so weird? Yohji's thoughts shifted back to last night's lovemaking.

The sex had been just as explosive as ever full of passion and intensity but Yohji had to admit that there had been something different about it, about Schuldich. Yohji's brow furrowed as he remembered the almost desperate pace in which Schuldich had taken him.

Yohji could still feel the surprise he'd experienced when after they had finished making love, Schuldich had rolled onto his back taking Yohji with him until he was lying on top of Schuldich's chest within a tight embrace. Yohji had lain awake for most of the night listening to his sleeping lover's even breathing lost in thought just as he was now.

"Shit," Yohji cursed as he ran a hand through his honey-blonde hair. "Something's up. I just know it." And whatever it is, I know I'm not going like it. "Damn," he swore out loud. It never fails. Just when things were starting to finally settle down between us, something always has to happen to fuck everything up.

Yohji cursed again and sat up, anger suddenly swelling up inside of him like a raging storm. Why can't I a break? Just one fucking break? How much longer was he going to have to deal with the lingering pain in his heart? With the constant reminder of how fucked up his life was?

He thought back to last night, to the excuse Schuldich had given him and a feeling of unease washed over him. Yohji's stomach knotted as he remembered the lame excuse he'd been given and the obvious relief he'd seen in his lover's eyes when he had accepted it.

Yohji's hands fisted in his lap unconsciously as the pain of that recollection seared Yohji's insides.

Why did I let him lie to me? Why didn't I confront him like I wanted to? Yohji punched the bed in frustration. Dammit! Why didn't I make him tell me the fucking truth?

Yohji looked over to the note once again and sighed knowing very well why he hadn't pursued the answers to his questions. I didn't……I didn't want to face the reason behind the lie.

Yohji closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his chest near his heart. God, do I really want to know what's going on? God, what if he's cheating on me?

The possibility of his lover being unfaithful to him hurt more than Yohji could have ever imagined. He could feel his heart clenching in agony as the fear of losing Schuldich coursed through him. God, how much more would it hurt if he found out that his doubts had merit? What would he do?

Goddammit! Yohji pushed the bed sheets aside and swung his legs off of the bed.

Looking down at the floor making no attempt to stand up, Yohji sat on the bed trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. Deep down inside, Yohji knew what would happen, knew what he would do.

A sudden calm washed over Yohji leaving him almost dazed as he accepted what he was certain was true.

I'll move on but……I'll be empty inside……I'll be empty and dead...I'll be dead.

"I'll be there in about ten minutes, Nagi. Make sure he eats something, okay?"

"Okay, Schu," said the younger man, his tone sounding quiet and reserved over the phone. "Just hurry up and get over here. We need to get things settled."

I know, Nagi. I know. "Ten minutes, Nagi. Just ten minutes."

"Okay. Bye."

Schuldich ended the call and threw his cell phone onto the passenger seat glaring at the mass of cars up ahead.

He hated hearing Nagi sound so troubled. The telekinetic was surely stressed out over the situation fate had placed them in. Schuldich let out a weary sigh. Life really is a bitch.

Until Bradley gave them the okay to talk to the others about his resurfacing, the tension of keeping such a secret was only going to escalate. And the more they had to wait, the more he and Nagi would have to lie. Christ, I feel sorry for both of us.

"Fuck!" Schuldich cursed when a black four door suddenly cut him off.

Glaring at the vehicle speeding away from him, Schuldich took a deep breath trying to restrain himself from retaliating with his mind by causing the bastard to crash into a divider.

"Keep it cool, Schu. Keep it cool," Schuldich chanted to himself as he forced himself to calm down. He knew very well that he was no longer a heartless murderer able to kill at random and so idle threats were going to get him little compensation. God, I hate traffic! And I hate being reformed!

Thanks to Yohji, he'd changed a lot in the last few years. He'd changed so much that at times he didn't even recognize himself. He figured it was a good thing since he could now look at himself in the mirror without contempt and self-hatred. Thanks to Yohji.

An image of Yohji's lithe body gloriously naked popped into his head and Schuldich grinned, a part of him wishing that he were still in bed, cozy and warm underneath the covers, sated and content beside the gorgeous blonde. But, in an instant, reality came crashing down on him and the smile that had played briefly over Schuldich's lips faded into a slight frown. His evergreen eyes looked at the clock on the dashboard and his frown grew.

Yohji was probably still asleep in their bed unaware of his absence. But soon enough, the blonde would awaken and find the note Schuldich had left for him this morning on their bed. What would be Yohji's reaction to the bogus note?

But even as he asked himself the question, Schuldich knew the answer. He learned long ago that his lover was very astute, much more intelligent than what Yohji led others to believe. And because of that knowledge, he tended never to underestimate the blonde.

Yohji was going to be suspicious after reading his message. Only a fool would be otherwise and Yohji was no fool. His lover was going to have tons of questions for him when he returned home tonight. Schuldich was sure of it and he doubted that Yohji was going to accept another pathetic excuse like the one he'd given the blonde last night again.

An almost unbearable ache danced across his shoulders as another layer of guilt was added to the already heavy burden he carried. He had lied yet again to his lover.

But what the fuck was I supposed to do? Schuldich shoved his right hand into his thick mane of hair keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. He had promised Bradley that he would keep the brunette's presence a secret. He'd had no choice but to lie to Yohji.

Frustrated over the whole situation he had been thrust into, Schuldich slammed his fist against the dashboard. Pain shot up his hand, but Schuldich put the feeling aside too lost in his thoughts to even care. God, Yohji doesn't deserve this.

No matter how confused he was regarding his relationship with Yohji, Schuldich cared for the former assassin very much and he didn't want to hurt the blonde any more than he had already with his lack of love. If he couldn't give Yohji his heart, he could at least give Yohji his honesty. And now, I can't even fucking do that.

Schuldich shook his head in disgust as he sped along the highway. He maneuvered his vehicle through the cluster of cars with the ease of skill never forgotten. Fortunately for those around him, Schuldich could drive perfectly even though his mind was a thousand miles away.

He looked into his rearview mirror and switched lanes so that he could take the exit he needed. Making a right off the ramp, he proceeded to head straight on the road leading to the motel.

I need to talk to Bradley and fast. He had to find out what in the hell was going on before everything blew up in his face. But would Bradley be able to enlighten him? Schuldich frowned as his thoughts shifted to his former lover.

Last night, Bradley had clearly been disorientated and confused, as if things were a blur to the older man. Seeing Bradley in such a state had been horrible for Schuldich to see and he had reluctantly left the motel worried and unsettled. Because of his unease, Schuldich had even tried to contact Bradley attempting to use the dormant mental bond he'd once shared with the precog. But to his dismay, he hadn't been able to reestablish the link.

Anxious over his former lover's well being and fully aware that he couldn't contact Bradley by phone, Schuldich had called Nagi at the crack of dawn asking the younger man to meet him at the motel so that they could check up on Bradley.

And now, my ass is going to be in deep shit with Yohji when I get home. An unavoidable confrontation with the blonde was an absolute certainty in Schuldich's mind and the mere thought of the impending event was enough to bring him to a cold sweat.

Placing both hands on the steering wheel, Schuldich eyes narrowed in determination. Dammit, if I'm going to get my ass chewed out over all of this, I going to make damn sure it's worth it. He was going to get Bradley to talk to him, to tell him everything. Questions had to be resolved no matter what.

Hope you're up to it, Bradley. Cause I'm not going to leave until I have some goddamned answers.

Using his key to the shop, Yohji opened the Koneko's backdoor. Tired and tense, he climbed the steps leading up to the apartment upstairs with a heavy heart. Christ, stop thinking about it.

He entered the narrow hallway found at the top of the stairs and walked toward the door a few feet away trying to keep the depression threatening to overwhelm him from breaking his spirit. The feeling of despair had almost won over him back at the apartment when he'd come frightening close to giving up on faith and hope. Fortunately for him, his mind had been too stubborn to buckle under such pressure.

I'm probably overreacting anyway. He decided, trying to convince himself of the probability. I can't let a few doubts unsettle me like this. He was just going to have to deal with his incertitude until he was able to have something substantial to worry about.

Having semi-convinced himself to remain calm, Yohji took a deep breath and opened the door. Silence was all Yohji heard as he walked into the kitchen. He closed the door and placed his keys on the counter nearby just as Ran entered the kitchen from the living room reading a newspaper.

"Hey, Ran."

Ran looked up at him, his wire-rimmed glasses sparkling under the natural light coming from the window and stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?" Yohji asked trying not to laugh at the surprised look on the scarlet-haired man's face. "Did something die on my face?"

"You do realize that it's barely seven in the morning, don't you?"

Yohji grinned as he walked over to the kitchen counter. "Yeah, I know. Come on Ran, it's not that early."

Grabbing a mug from the covert, Yohji poured himself a cup of scalding black coffee and walked over to the table.

"Anything before lunchtime is too early for you," Ran said with a grin as he handed Yohji the tin container holding the sugar and a teaspoon before he sat down as well.

"Ha, ha. You're a barrel of laughs. You know that Ran? And since when do you have a sense of humor?" Yohji shook his head in mock sadness. "Being with Ken all of these years has really fucked you up."

Taking the offered sugar and spoon from the smirking redhead sitting across from him, Yohji began to destroy his coffee by throwing five large spoonfuls of the sweet crystals into his mug.

Ran cringed at what he was doing and Yohji added another spoonful for good measure. He stirred his coffee now lethal to normal humans and with sick glee enjoyed the revulsion clearly written over the violet-eyed man's face.

He smiled at the redhead and asked, "So where is everyone?"

Shaking his head in disgust, Ran focused his amethyst gaze back onto his newspaper before speaking. "Aya and Jei ran out to get a few supplies for the shop and Ken had an early soccer practice to coach."

"Ah. And Omi?"

Ran looked up at him with a frown. "He was outside in the back. You didn't see him when you came in?"

"No, I didn't," Yohji said, shaking his head.

"Well, that's weird."

A thought suddenly occurred to Yohji. "Hey, maybe he's on the roof." Yohji pushed his chair back and stood up. "I'll go check and see."

Ran nodded. "Okay, but if you can't find him, come and get me."

"No problem," Yohji agreed, taking his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he walked past Ran. "Be back in a few."

Yohji heard Ran grunt before he stepped out into the hallway. He hurried down the stairs and went outside, his jade eyes already looking around the empty alleyway for any signs of Omi. He walked over to the far left of the building to the fire escape and saw that its metal ladder was indeed down.

Yohji took a step back and looked up wincing when the sun's glare overhead momentarily blinded him. He lifted a hand to cover his eyes and blinked trying to get a clear view of the rooftop. He still could see no sign of the younger man but something was telling Yohji to head on up to the roof anyway.

Relying on his instincts, Yohji moved to climb the ladder.

Regardless of the morning's bitter wind and the sun's unbearably bright rays of light casting a harsh glow over the roof, Omi didn't move to find a patch of shade or a spot to protect him from the chilly air. His thoughts were too distant and preoccupied to even take notice despite the fact that he was wearing only a thin jacket and was already beginning to shake from the cold.

Not even the glorious sight of the Koneko's rooftop view of the busy neighborhood could help distract Omi from his worries.

He sat on the concrete near the edge of the roof with his hands hanging loosely in between his slightly bent legs. His true blue eyes stared blankly at nothing in particular as he thought of his beloved.

He remembered how he'd come into the living room this morning searching for his cell phone when he'd caught the end of a conversation Nagi had been having with someone over the phone. When he'd asked his lover who had been on the phone, Nagi had simply said, [ "It was a wrong number." ]

But Omi knew it hadn't been. He had heard Schuldich's name. Nagi had lied to him.

Omi closed his eyes and rubbed a hand quickly over his face. Anger, hurt, disbelief were all swirling around in his overly emotional heart and were slowly bleeding into his too logical mind causing questions and doubts to take root within him.

Something was happening and it somehow involved his lover. The fact that Nagi had lied to him made Omi all the more certain that something major was going on. Nagi wouldn't have lied to him voluntarily. Omi was certain of that. His lover had lied for a reason.

What could it be? Why did he lie to me instead of confiding in me? And what does Schu have to do with all of this?

In the seven years he and Nagi had been together, not once had they been dishonest with one another. Trust was something that had been earned early on in their relationship and had never been questioned since. To have that trust suddenly tainted by doubt was almost too much for him to handle.

Nagi was his life, his heart, his soul and their relationship was a miracle considering their pasts. It hurt Omi to think that something out of his control could be threatening the blessing they'd been given. But something was lurking beyond the shadows, waiting to change everything he knew to be true. And it was scaring the hell out of him.

A sound from behind intruded in Omi's thoughts and he quickly turned his head around to see what had caused it. His eyes widened when he saw a familiar form approaching him from the back.

"Hey," Yohji said when he was close enough. "Can I join you?"

No, I want to be alone. "Sure," Omi replied, his tone lacking its normal cheerfulness.

Yohji sat down next to him and Omi wrinkled his nose when Yohji let out a breath of smoke.

Holding a lit cigarette in between his fingers, Yohji looked down at him and asked, "Why are you up here all by yourself, Omi? You okay?"

Omi bit back the sigh. He looked over at Yohji and saw that the older man's concerned eyes were fixed on him. "I'm fine, Yohji," he finally replied. "I just needed some time to myself before I opened up the shop. I needed to think about a few things."

He turned away from Yohji's intense jade eyes and look down at his black sneakers. His hands began to play with the laces as he debated with himself as to whether he should confide in the blonde man. Maybe I should talk to him. God knows I need to talk to someone.

"I don't want to pry." He heard Yohji say. "And I won't if you say the word, but...do you want to talk about it?"

I really should talk about it. I'm so confused right now that maybe someone else's input will straighten me out. He let go of his laces and rested his hands on his knees. Besides, Schuldich is somehow involved in this mess. Yohji has to be made aware of that. Decision made, Omi nodded his head and looked up at the blonde. Okay, here goes.

Over the next few minutes, he proceeded to tell Yohji about his suspicions and felt the tension he'd been feeling loosen its hold over him. Yohji listened to him and remained silent as he spoke but when he mentioned Schuldich name, Omi saw the blonde stiffen subtly.

Omi's questioning eyes turned to the older man. "Well, what do you think?"

Yohji smirked at him and shook his head. "I think that something's definitely up, Omi." The blonde looked down at him with serious eyes. "Don't get me wrong. I know that they're not sleeping with each other--."

"I never thought that they were." Omi interrupted quickly, wanting the blonde to be aware of his certainty over Nagi's faithfulness.

Yohji smiled at him before shifting his green gaze to look over the rooftop. His voice was determined and eerily calm when he spoke again.

"But aside from that, I'm absolutely clueless. And I hate that. I hate being in the dark not knowing what the fuck is going on. So you know what?"

"What?" Omi asked, wondering what the older man was thinking.

"I'm going to find out. And you're going to help me."

"I am? How?" Omi asked, clearly baffled.

Yohji turned his blonde head and looked at Omi once again. The former Weiß archer was astounded to see the resolve in Yohji's eyes. I haven't seen that look in a long time. Yohji looked as if he were about to go on a mission.Shit, maybe we both are.

"It's very simple, my friend," Yohji answered him. "All we need is your laptop and hacking abilities."

Omi's brow furrowed he gazed up at the older man. His laptop? Hacking abilities? What in the world was Yohji planning? "Okay, and we need these things because...."

Yohji smiled at him, looking like the cunning and sly playboy he used to be before he fell in love with a certain flame-haired telepath. "Because, we're going to track them."

"Track them?"

"Yup, track them. Think about it Omi. What do they both have in their possession that can be easily traced by using the proper tools?"

Omi's blue eyes widened in comprehension as Yohji's plan dawned on him. "Their cell phones."

Yohji nodded in triumph and said in a pleased tone, "And the kid wins a prize."

Omi couldn't help but smile at his friend, his brother. Yohji could still manage to amaze him even after knowing the man for so many years.

"So now that we have a plan, let's get started." Yohji stood up and offered Omi his hand.

Taking the offered hand, Omi allowed the blonde to help him stand. Dusting off his pants, he faced the older man and shook his head. "We can't do anything right now. We have to open the shop in...." He looked at his watch and winced. "Fifteen minutes." Ran was going to kill him if the redhead found the shop still unprepared to open for business.

"Shit, you're right," Yohji agreed as they walked over to the fire escape. "We'll just have to wait things out until Ken, Aya and Jei get back to cover for us."

Climbing down the ladder, Omi shook his head. "How are you going to convince them to take over our shifts on their day off?"

"I'm not," replied the blonde just above him. "You are."

Omi almost lost his grip over the metal ladder. "Thanks a lot."

"Anytime, kid."

"What the fuck do you mean, you don't remember?" Schuldich asked incredilously as he stood in front of his former lover sitting quietly on the bed.

"Schu, calm down," Nagi urged as he came to sit next to Bradley.

"Calm down? Calm down? How can I calm down when we're getting no fucking answers?!"

"That's enough," Bradley said, his voice holding a threatening note. It was the tone Bradley used whenever he demanded obedience, demanded respect. It was the tone that reminded Schuldich and Nagi that they were once again in the presence of their leader.

The anger that had exploded within Schuldich drained away the instant Bradley's hard yet tortured eyes focused on him. "Shit," he cursed and turned away to sit down in the chair next to the bed.

"Well, now that Schu's calmed down," Nagi said as he looked from Schuldich to Bradley. "Why don't you tell us what you meant when you said you didn't remember? What exactly don't you remember?"

Bradley sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Just about everything."

"What?" Nagi and Schuldich both asked in unison.

"I really can't explain it," Bradley said as he looked up at Nagi and then at Schuldich. "It's as if everything is slowly being erased. My memories are becoming a blur, being distorted somehow. And no matter how hard I try, I can't get past the haze that's engulfing them." Bradley winced and cradled his head as pain suddenly slivered through his mind. "Dammit."

"What is it?" asked Nagi even as Schuldich jumped out of his chair to kneel in front of Bradley.

When Bradley only answered with a soft moan, Schuldich looked up at Nagi with demanding eyes. { What the hell is wrong with him? }

{ How am I supposed to know? } Nagi projected in return as he held Bradley by the shoulders, his beautiful dark blue eyes just as panicked as Schuldich's. { You're the telepath. Link with him. }

"Smart ass," muttered Schuldich, feeling like a moron for not thinking of the idea first. Placing his hands over Bradley's lowered head, Schuldich focused and merged his mind with Bradley's. He gasped as images formed and crumbled in his mind with such speed that he couldn't distinguish what he was really seeing.

"No!" He heard Bradley yell all of a sudden and felt a pair of strong hands push him away.

Disorientated by what he'd seen in Bradley's chaotic mind, Schuldich remained motionless on the floor and closed his eyes willing his mind to relax, to dispel the remnants of the mind meld. Fuck me.

"Schu? Schu? Are you alright?"

Schuldich opened his dazed eyes and smiled up at Nagi. "Yeah kid, I'm okay. Just got my brains scrambled for a second there."

He sat up and the room took a quick spin before it settled back down again. Schuldich looked over at Bradley and his green gaze locked onto eyes the color of dark amber.

"Are you alright?" Bradley asked him, his tone full of remorse.

"I'm fine," Schuldich answered as he got back onto his feet. Still feeling a little dizzy, he sat down onto the chair he'd been sitting on. "I should be asking you that question." His eyes bore into Bradley's. "Your head's a mess, Brad."

Bradley smiled ruefully and agreed. "Yes, it is."

"You were in pain just now," Nagi stated, his voice full of concern. "What's happening to you, Bradley?"

Bradley's fists tightened in his lap as Nagi's question hung in the air. He straightened his back and looked up at his former teammates. "I'm being stripped of all my memories."

Nagi gasped and Schuldich couldn't hold back a curse as Bradley continued to speak.

"And whenever I try to access them, my head begins to feel as if it were about to explode."

Bradley winced again and Schuldich's heart clenched as the sight of his former lover's pain.

"But there are a few memories still intact," Bradley continued saying.

Bradley looked into his eyes and Schuldich's heart slammed against his chest. " I remember the fact that I didn't disappear four years ago voluntarily."

Schuldich closed his eyes and turned his face away. The question that had tortured him for so many years had finally been answered. Schuldich didn't need to read Bradley's mind to know what Bradley was really saying to him.He didn't leave me, not by his choice.

"Unfortunately, I can't remember any details as to where I had been kept or the reason behind my capture. But I do remember being held in a dark room just before I escaped. There was a woman there," Bradley shivered in response to the memory. "Her eyes were as black as midnight, empty and cold."

Bradley became silent and Schuldich looked over at Nagi. The younger man shifted his gaze to look at him, the telekinetic's eyes mirroring the concern in Schuldich's own eyes.

Bradley frowned and brought a hand to his temple; the small action bringing Nagi and Schuldich's gazes back to him.

"She touched me," the precog said, lost in his fragmenting memories. "And I felt something run through me, like a wave of electricity. I don't remember much after that."

"It's okay, Bradley. Don't strain yourself. You can try again later after you've rested a bit." Nagi looked over at Schuldich and prompted the telepath with his eyes. { Help me out here, Schu. Say something. }

"Uh, yeah, Brad. Why don't you take a shower and freshen up? It'll help you relax."

"The Sodinu!" Bradley suddenly called out and he struggled to his feet.

"What?"

Nagi helped Bradley balance himself and asked, "Who are the Sodinu, Bradley?"

Bradley's body visibly tensed and Schuldich stood up and approached his former lover in concern. "Bradley?"

The brunette slowly turned to him and Schuldich was surprised to see the man's amber-brown eyes full of pure fear.

"They're coming." Bradley winced in pain and leaned heavily into Nagi. He reached over with a shaky and grabbed Schuldich's arm. "They're coming for them, Schu."

"Coming for whom?" Schuldich asked as he took hold of Bradley's hand.

"For the chosen ones. They're coming for the chosen ones...."

Bradley's legs buckled underneath him and Nagi gasped as he tried to keep Bradley from collapsing onto the floor.

Cursing, Schuldich helped the struggling telekinetic carry an unconscious Bradley over to the bed.

"What the hell was that all about?"

Nagi looked at him and shook his head. "Haven't got a clue. We're just going to have to wait until Bradley's up to telling us."

"Great," Schuldich mumbled under his breath as he looked down at his former lover, impatience and frustration once again swelling inside of him.

Just what he fucking needed. More waiting.

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