Optional Epilogue (for those who dare):


Schuldich woke up to the clean smell of fabric softener. White cotton sheets wrapped around his naked body. The room was dark but daylight seeped in through the dark blue curtains, coloring the room in a nice shade of bluish grey. The faint smell of Aya lingered in the sheets as well, but the man in question was nowhere to be seen.

He remembered Aya's weight on his arm when he had awakened during the night, the arm across his chest and the warmth from the other's skin softly pressed against his. He could see the imprint of his head next to his on the white pillow and moved over to bury his nose in it. Capture the scent of the other. The dark hair that had been there, the head that had rested next to his.

The alarm clock blinked on the nightstand, next to a couple of books. The design of the room was black and white, complimented by blue curtains and a rug. It was a masculine room. Smelt clean. His eyes fell on the closet in the corner. White wooden doors with steel knobs. He wondered what he'd find in there? Aya's work clothes? His nifty coats and jackets? He wondered if there were mirrors on the doors' insides. If Aya gave himself the look over before leaving the house at night. On the white wall, above the bed, above his head hung the katana in its sheath as a dark omen. Reminded him whose room it was, whose apartment, whose bed...He had never thought Aya would take him *home*. It didn't even occur to him before they stood in front of the building. Aya with a key-chain in his hand, leaning in to plant the very first kiss on Schuldich's hungry lips. He had thought he'd take him to a sleazy motel or maybe no place at all...that he would do him in an alley or in his car.

But now he was here. Early morning, resting in Aya's bed. Body sore but sated, Aya had kept his last promise and taken him on his fours. And a most satisfying performance it had been. Schuldich sighed and rolled over. Backside aching slightly from the rough treatment. Yes, he'd made his vision come to life but instead of calling him a lovely bitch Aya had told him he was beautiful...he didn't really know how to react to that. He wondered what Aya would have thought of the cell at the old man's house that he currently called his home...A bed, a locker and a chair. Not much better really than the two room apartments he used to live in as a member of Schwartz. He smirked and thought about his old, satin bedspread. The one he'd had in the old days. All purple and black...Aya would have looked lovely on top of that he grinned to himself, lost in a sudden, vivid fantasy.

He wondered if Aya's absence was his cue to get up and leave. He probably should have done so hours ago. One thing was to fall asleep next to someone, something completely different to wake up the next day. Aya had apparently found the intimacy uncomfortable and left the bed...couldn't blame him really. It was a nice gesture not to wake him...He wouldn't have stayed in the first place if Aya hadn't asked him -and fed and sated and lazy as he felt right then, he had happily complied, filled his arms with Aya and drifted off into the best sleep he'd had in years. Here...in Aya's bed. A place he'd never thought he'd see, least of all sleep in... - Anyway, it was time to go and he was about to get up and have a look around for his clothes when a female voice suddenly sounded right outside the door and made him freeze in motion:

"I'm not hungry..." The voice was cheerful, speaking loudly, probably to someone in another room.

Aya's voice sounded as well, coming from a distance: "Take an apple with you then, in case you do get hungry..."

"I'm perfectly capable of seeing to my own needs, even when it comes to food," the girl corrected him in a mock angry voice.

Aya's voice sounded closer: "Here..." he said and Schuldich imagined him to give her an apple. "Take it," Aya's voice urged and the girl laughed and probably rolled her eyes.

"Who is it?" she suddenly said in a low voice. "Who is it that you got in there?" she asked in an insistent voice.

"That's none of your concern, Aya," Aya said, but he didn't sound angry.

"Is it a boy? A man?" Aya-chan asked her brother in an eager, very young voice.

"What else would it be?" Aya answered, still in this half-annoyed, half-amused tone.

"You look happy," the girl smiled through the door. "Are you in love with him? Are you an item?"

"Ah! Aya, go now!" His Aya burst out. "Go to school and do something useful and *don't* tell your snickering friends about this," he warned her in a somber, but not too serious voice.

The girl laughed and he could hear her footfalls when she left the room and entered the... what? kitchen? Schuldich tried to remember the apartment but had to admit that he'd been far too busy cuddling Aya to really notice his surroundings. He bet that it was neat and tidy though. Nice and tidy and smelled of Aya, just like his bedroom did...

Now Aya stood outside the door and the thought made his heart pound fast in his chest. Maybe he was angry that he hadn't left before his sister found out. On the other hand, they hadn't really been quiet the night before, the girl was probably aware of her brother's "friend" even before morning. The thought made him smile. Even better was, the girl had with her teasing told him that there was no steady lover in Aya's life right now. It was far from giving him any kind of hope, but at least he wasn't occupying someone else's side of the bed. He'd had all right to be there during the night.... But now it was morning, and with morning came light... The door moved and Aya entered the room.

"Sleeping beauty..." Aya said when he saw that Schuldich was awake. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned himself against the doorframe. He wore a pair of black, silk looking pajamas pants, riding low on his hips. It looked comfortable, and made *him* look stunning. The dark fabric to his marble chest made him look like carved alabaster in the blue light that gave his hair a purple hue, added soft shadows to the angled curves of his body. "Hope you've had a pleasant night..." Aya added, voice dripping with implications.

This was most definitely the cue, Schuldich decided and sat up in the bed, brushed the hair from his forehead. Tangled red strands got caught in his fingers. He felt nervous. Uncomfortable.

"I'm leaving now," he said shortly and leaned over the bed to grab his pants from the floor. It was just out of reach and somehow he didn't feel comfortable being naked under Aya's gaze. Not now when it was morning and he should've been gone hours ago. Aya closed the distance with a few easy steps, brought the pants up to his hand, and stayed there. Held the fabric and didn't let go when Schuldich took it.

"Do you really have to leave?" he asked. Purple eyes met his own, searching his face for...something.

"Well, it's hardly polite to stay too long, is it?" Schuldich arched his eyebrow questioningly.

"Do you *want* to stay?" Aya asked, much as he had done a few hours earlier, urging him to spend the night. "And when did you become polite?" he added with a lovely smile that made his eyes light up from inside.

"Do you want another go, is that it, Aya?" Schuldich asked with a smile of his own. Lifting his hand to touch Aya's shoulder, caressing the smooth skin. Secretly relieved that he wouldn't have to go just yet. Could still fill some purpose.

"Was that an offer?" Aya replied softly, teasingly...

"Of course it was," Schuldich arched towards the other's touch when he moved his hands down to embrace him. Leaned down to kiss him and climbed up back in the bed, forcing Schuldich head back down on the pillows. Aya slid down on top of him, pushing the white sheets aside. Kissing him tenderly as only Aya could. Holding him tight in his embrace. His body felt familiar yet exotic and unbelievably exciting against his own. The sweet breath tickling him, the skilled hands that moved on him. His tongue doing unspeakable things to his own, made every kiss an exercise in pleasure.

Schuldich rolled them over, landing between Aya's thighs. Still he knew that was not where he was going to be when the real fun started. It was just a temporarily situation. When the fun began, Aya would be on top. He had no idea how that had happened, but it had...and somehow it made him feel comfortable too...
He moved down Aya's body. Kissed moist trails over his stomach and shivered at the feel of the fabric against his naked skin. Silk, no doubt. Had to be it. No trashy fake satin for Aya, it had to be silk or nothing at all. Aya breathed loudly when Schuldich's lips caressed his growing cock through the slick texture. Arched his hips off the bed to meet him. Moaned softly when those same lips slid over the skin of his hip, Schuldich pulled at the string that held the tempting piece of clothing in place with his teeth, and used his hands to pull it down his hips, over his straining flesh. He kissed his stomach one last time before taking him into his mouth, deliberately brushing the sensitive skin of his thighs with his hair. Knew that Aya liked it, that it was a turn on...Aya's hands held his head in place, followed his movements as he went, hips rocking slightly beneath him. Pushing Aya further in, eager drops of salty goodness seeped out of him, filling Schuldich's mouth with flavor. Made his own member stand pound and aching.

"I would keep you, you know..." Aya panted, "If you would stay...?"

Schuldich let go of his eager sucking and just stared at him for a long while. Drowning himself in those purple eyes. To come up with an answer however, did feel close to impossible. He wasn't even sure he knew what Aya had asked him.

Aya gave a quick smirk, something vulnerable flaring in his eyes.

"Roll over, " he said hoarsely. Settled for the easy way out, and Schuldich was more than eager to comply.

Settling in between his legs, Aya took a hold of his hips and lifted him slightly of the bed. His entrance was still slick and smooth from the night before and he moved in with without much effort, to the awaiting heat inside.

"Oh God!" Aya uttered when fully sheathed inside the pounding heat. Schuldich hands rested on his hips, guiding him in and out while meeting each thrust with his own. Aya's hand closed around the erection between them. Smearing the clear droplets gathered at the tip over it. He moved his hand in time with his thrusts, watched as his own flesh disappeared into the other's body and reappeared again. Schuldich's sounds of pleasure sounded in the air. He moved violently on the mattress, throwing his head from side to side. His nostrils flared and his lips were parted, letting out a stream of incoherent words and curses while his nails dug into Aya's flesh.

"You like this, don't you," Aya whispered hotly. "Who'd thought you were such a screamer?" He chuckled softly. His eyes were shiny, his cheeks flushed as he rapidly increased the rhythm. Pounding hard and fast into Schuldich's body. Schuldich just smiled at him. No reason to deny what was true...where Aya was concerned, he was most definitely a screamer. Couldn't hold it back, the man just felt *too* good.

"And you," he said and smiled back. "You're talking too much..." He winked at the other.

Aya smiled with a dreamy expression and gave himself over to pleasure. His eyes almost closed and his head fell forwards. Every muscle in his body tensed, prepared for the wild ride to completion.

Schuldich spread his legs even more, lifted his hips higher. Welcomed every inch of Aya, every violent, rapid thrust with a willing, open body. His gaze was fixed on Aya's hand, effectively jerking him off in time with his own hips' movements. The sight more than anything made the edge appear in front of him, sent him spinning over, drowning down in the depths of pure pleasure. He was so far gone he hardly noticed it when Aya filled him up again, poured that thick, glistening liquid of his into his body, filled him up to the brim with hot passion... He only noticed that Aya's eyes fell shut and an expression of utter relief chased away that of strained lust. Softness replaced pain on his face; his knitted eyebrows became smooth and relaxed.

Schuldich was ready and caught him in his arms when the other fell down on top of him. He kissed the sweat slick forehead and held him close while his breath slowly calmed in time with Schuldich's own. It was wet and messy and sticky. Semen and sweat and saliva covered their bodies. As soon as it cooled it would become icky, so Schuldich pulled the covers up to keep them warm. He really didn't want to leave this bed, this position and this body before he had to. It was all too nice and comfortable. Made him feel alive...

They lay together in comfortable silence. Aya eventually rolled off to lie beside him. Resting his head on his chest. Schuldich hands tangled in his hair, he saw the naked earlobe and remembered the dangling earring that used to be there before. Suddenly his thoughts were toying with the idea of buying him something. A diamond stud or something pretty and violet to compliment his eyes...he shrugged the thoughts off. Still, they were amusing. He smiled and nuzzled his nose in Aya's hair, got a look of mock indignation in return.

"Want some coffee?" Aya suddenly asked and stretched his limbs.

"Coffee?" Schuldich laughed. "You're probably serving it in large, matching mugs as well..."

"What is wrong with that?" Aya asked but his smile held amusement, followed Schuldich's thoughts without problem.

Aya's words from earlier came seeping back in Schuldich's mind. Made him feel cold and hot at the same time. If he wanted to stay? What was that supposed to mean?

*What did you mean by that?* he asked, projecting the words to the other.

*You know very well what I meant* Aya batted his lashes at him. Smug confidence almost managed to cover up the fragile doubt in his eyes.

"You live such a normal life," Schuldich said with his voice. "Sending your sister to school with an apple... Your bed smells of fabric softener..."

"And you," Aya quickly replied. "It smells of you as well..."

Schuldich smiled before turning serious again. "How do you do it?" he asked. "How do you keep it all together? You know who I am, and I know you; Aya... I know what lives inside you..."

"It's for Aya-chan," Aya replied slowly. "She deserves it, and quite frankly I think I like it... This blessed normality.... It's easy to get used to..."

"Then you should find yourself another lover," Schuldich said and sighed. "You know what I am... I'm on medication... a lot of it in fact. Need more all the time to keep it together. I can never live a normal life... God or, whoever saw to that," he said without self-pity.

"You're special... I admit that," Aya said in a serious voice. "But then again, so am I," he continued. "And there's nobody else I want..." Giving his lover a quick glance.

Schuldich suddenly felt more vital than in years. With a mischievous grin he turned to Aya.

"And the little sister, " he said with a smile smiled. "How are you going to explain that you're sleeping with Schwartz now instead of killing them?"

"Oh..." Aya covered his eyes with his arm in a pained gesture. "I don't want to think about that, " he sighed and Schuldich chuckled and removed his arm. Teasing green lit purple flames. Long hair brushed his chest.

"Maybe I can bribe her with breakfast," Schuldich smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Can you cook?" Aya said surprised.

"No... !" Schuldich stated and caused Aya to laugh.

Schuldich moved, rose to his knees and straddled Aya in one fluid movement. Felt more like himself this moment than he'd done since this whole affair with Aya had started years ago. He stretched his long, slender body, fingers reaching high in the air. Putting on a show for Aya.

"You're such a mess," he said and shook his head slowly, looked down at Aya's stained, spent body with an arrogant smirk plastered to his lips.

Aya laughed, and so did Schuldich. The laughter held a freedom. Peacefully free from confusion, dreadfully filled with bliss. Joy. Happiness... It was nice to laugh with Aya. Nice to be this... close.

"Come back here," Aya said at last and reached for him. His eyes still sparkling with laughter.

Schuldich let himself be pulled back down. Into the arms of the man he thought he maybe loved and let himself be turned around, resting on his side. Aya ground against his buttocks, made his reborn arousal apparent.

"Again, Aya?" Schuldich said mockingly. Pretended not to care. "Is it me or are you always like this?"

"With you I'm always like this," Aya said huskily, the words sent pleasant shivers down his spine... Made his body burst into life, - again. "You make me want to live," Aya murmured to his hair and lifted his leg high up in the air. Slid into his slick opening and started to move painfully slow inside of him. Causing small explosions of pleasure, strong enough to shake his body, with every gentle thrust.

"You make me live," Schuldich said hoarsely. Laced his hand in Aya's as he spoke, draping it over his chest.

"So...you're staying then..." Aya said with a deep sigh. Not by the effort of speaking but because he was making a particular powerful move, pushing himself swiftly in, all the way in to the hilt.

Schuldich gave a startled cry and moaned deeply in reply.

"Yes." He smiled and bit his lip when Aya moved over that particular spot. "I guess I am," he finished.

End


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