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kinkfest Title- Opportune
Author- fireun
Rating- PG
Prompt-Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/Yohji, AmnesiaYohji and mindgames, "I could tell you a million lies and you would believe them.“
A/N- A day late. Sorry!
“I must have been a good boy this year.” Schuldig danced his way through a mind familiar in flavor, but slightly off in texture. All the scenes in which he had acted had been wiped away. All of the troublesome memories of controlled maliciousness and mayhem were gone, replaced by a blankness that, while vaguely boring, was appealing.
“Oh, the things I could do with a toy such as you.” Long standing curiosity and a rather unprofessional desire aside, Schuldig had to admit he wanted to see what an expression apart from loathing would do to Yohji’s face. Keeping lips from curling up in disgust, the eyes from narrowing in distrust, smoothing the furrows from that high forehead…
Crawford was always telling him not to play with his food, but this had to fall under some sort of special circumstance category.
Deep down, Yohji’s mind was a tangle of confusion and complication, strung together into something serviceable by a series of assumptions and the decisions of those around him. He had built the basic structure of a personality over the blankness. It was up to Schuldig to provide some colorful details.
Telepathy slipping through Yohji’s thoughts lest some misplaced epiphany be triggered by his appearance, Schuldig allowed himself into view and into Yohji’s personal bubble.
Yohji tasted like a victim, wariness laced with a touch of actual fear, confusion a pleasing bit of icing. Schuldig smiled, knowing how pleasant the expression appeared to those who didn’t know him. Yohji didn’t know him. The novelty widened his smile and prompted him to offer his hand. “Kudoh! It has been ages. How the hell are you?”
A brilliant burst of distrust, a hint of chili pepper hidden in dark chocolate. “Have we met?”
“We used to work together.” Schuldig laughed. “Well, not quite together. We were in similar professions. Back when we both worked security. Remember?” Telepathy was efficient, but sometimes words were just more fun. He watched Yohji think, felt him shift from anxious to tempted, wanting to have a connection to the past but (rightly) not trusting this one that fell into his hands. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t remember. It’s been a little while.” Another smile, this one a bit sheepish. “You busy? Can I buy you a drink?”
Cliché, but effective.
Yohji checked his watch, frowned ever so slightly, and then allowed a cautious smile to unfurl across his face. It was all Schuldig could do to keep himself from dancing a quick victory jig. “Sure. Why not. I have a few.”
A few minutes, a few drinks, a few words and thoughts exchanged. Yohji’s trust was delightful, a burst of sugar on the tongue. It was a novel experience, and Schuldig leaned forward to see if Yohji’s mouth tasted anything like his mind. Full lips were soft, slightly chapped, and tasted sweet from the clove they had shared earlier. Yohji was sugar and smoke, and Schuldig wanted to taste every possible inch.
Yohji’s mind was filled with the need to have a link to who he was, a place he belonged.
A smile on his face, devious satisfaction on his mind, Schuldig led Yohji home.
Author- fireun
Rating- PG
Prompt-Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/Yohji, AmnesiaYohji and mindgames, "I could tell you a million lies and you would believe them.“
A/N- A day late. Sorry!
“I must have been a good boy this year.” Schuldig danced his way through a mind familiar in flavor, but slightly off in texture. All the scenes in which he had acted had been wiped away. All of the troublesome memories of controlled maliciousness and mayhem were gone, replaced by a blankness that, while vaguely boring, was appealing.
“Oh, the things I could do with a toy such as you.” Long standing curiosity and a rather unprofessional desire aside, Schuldig had to admit he wanted to see what an expression apart from loathing would do to Yohji’s face. Keeping lips from curling up in disgust, the eyes from narrowing in distrust, smoothing the furrows from that high forehead…
Crawford was always telling him not to play with his food, but this had to fall under some sort of special circumstance category.
Deep down, Yohji’s mind was a tangle of confusion and complication, strung together into something serviceable by a series of assumptions and the decisions of those around him. He had built the basic structure of a personality over the blankness. It was up to Schuldig to provide some colorful details.
Telepathy slipping through Yohji’s thoughts lest some misplaced epiphany be triggered by his appearance, Schuldig allowed himself into view and into Yohji’s personal bubble.
Yohji tasted like a victim, wariness laced with a touch of actual fear, confusion a pleasing bit of icing. Schuldig smiled, knowing how pleasant the expression appeared to those who didn’t know him. Yohji didn’t know him. The novelty widened his smile and prompted him to offer his hand. “Kudoh! It has been ages. How the hell are you?”
A brilliant burst of distrust, a hint of chili pepper hidden in dark chocolate. “Have we met?”
“We used to work together.” Schuldig laughed. “Well, not quite together. We were in similar professions. Back when we both worked security. Remember?” Telepathy was efficient, but sometimes words were just more fun. He watched Yohji think, felt him shift from anxious to tempted, wanting to have a connection to the past but (rightly) not trusting this one that fell into his hands. “Hey, it’s ok if you don’t remember. It’s been a little while.” Another smile, this one a bit sheepish. “You busy? Can I buy you a drink?”
Cliché, but effective.
Yohji checked his watch, frowned ever so slightly, and then allowed a cautious smile to unfurl across his face. It was all Schuldig could do to keep himself from dancing a quick victory jig. “Sure. Why not. I have a few.”
A few minutes, a few drinks, a few words and thoughts exchanged. Yohji’s trust was delightful, a burst of sugar on the tongue. It was a novel experience, and Schuldig leaned forward to see if Yohji’s mouth tasted anything like his mind. Full lips were soft, slightly chapped, and tasted sweet from the clove they had shared earlier. Yohji was sugar and smoke, and Schuldig wanted to taste every possible inch.
Yohji’s mind was filled with the need to have a link to who he was, a place he belonged.
A smile on his face, devious satisfaction on his mind, Schuldig led Yohji home.
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Date: 2010-03-03 12:11 am (UTC)A brilliant burst of distrust, a hint of chili pepper hidden in dark chocolate.
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Yohji’s trust was delightful, a burst of sugar on the tongue.
Because really, what's more Schuldigian than telepathic food metaphors? Not enough people use sensory language when writing him, so far as I'm concerned.
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Date: 2010-03-03 07:31 pm (UTC)and the food metaphors are a blast to write.
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Date: 2010-03-03 07:33 pm (UTC)someday, when I have an actual writing gig, I am going to see just how one uses food research for metaphor as a tax write off. cause, really? that would be the pinnacle of writerly joy.
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Date: 2010-03-03 07:34 pm (UTC)thanks for reading!
(and your icon is love.)
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