Three-Hour Tour

[Three]

by Truth




Yohji made it back to the shelter in record time. He found his gloves and drew them on, all the while mumbling about the nasty things he was going to do to the Schwartz telepath if Omi wasn't produced unharmed.

/Temper, temper./ Schuldich yawned. /The way you're worrying, anyone would think that you cared about the kitten./

"'Kitten'?!" Yohji's voice rose angrily. He looked around for his tormentor who was, predictably, nowhere to be found.

/I think it's cute,/ the German protested. /Why do you get to call him chibi but I can't call him Kitten?/

"Because I'm his teammate, and you're an evil psychopath!"

/Hmph. Psychopaths aren't allowed to give pet names?/

"Not to Omi, they're not. What have you done with him?!"

"Given him a warm, dry, insect-free place to sleep, which is more than you did, hot-shot."

Yohji swung around to discover a most disturbing sight. In his mind's eye, Balinese carried a picture of each of the Schwartz assassins. The picture of Schuldich included a bitter smirk, a yellow bandanna, sunglasses and a green suit jacket.

It did not include the concepts half-naked, slightly disheveled or sleepy-looking. Nor did it usually include the word 'desirable'.

Schuldich pushed away from the tree that he had been leaning on and stretched languorously. His hair fell untrammeled around his face, and made him look younger somehow. The telepath basked for a moment or two in the other assassin's involuntary astonishment before pulling a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans.

Yohji continued to gape.

"You look like a fish," Schuldich told him sweetly. "Cigarette?"

"I...You.... Where's Omi?"

"Sleeping peacefully. After all," the German paused to light the cigarette, cocking one eyebrow teasingly at the other man, "he's had a long, hard day."

There was a momentary silence, save for the sound of Yohji, grinding his teeth and the ever-present hum of the insects.

"Don't tell me that you hadn't thought of that," the German drawled, taking in the other man's set expression. A sudden, wicked smile twisted across his face. "Awwww. Morals? Don't tell me you really believe that garbage about his being a child? He's been an assassin for a damn sight longer than you have. That tends to age you fairly quickly."

Schuldich ducked as a razor-sharp wire suddenly flew through the space that he had been occupying a moment before.

He turned sideways, letting the second attack slash past him, carefully protecting his cigarette with both hands. /What is it with the two of you? All those bottled-up emotions get to be too much for you, but instead of facing the object of your desire you attack the next good-looking guy to cross your path./

Yohji stopped, his wire gripped firmly between both hands. "What?"

"You say that a lot, you know?" Schuldich blew a smoke ring at his opponent. "I heard what you were thinking when you flew out that window and saw me wrapped around your chibi. Possessive, aren't you?"

"You....you...." Yohji was seeing red.

Schuldich smirked. "I must say that I was flattered. Surprised, but flattered."

"A blow to the head would make ANYONE think crazy things," the other man retorted weakly.

"Oh, I don't know. That was a pretty imaginative scene for a split second. Are you sure it's the first time you've thought of that?" Schuldich laughed as Yohji swore.

As the wire swung toward him again, Schuldich discarded his cigarette and moved forward with blinding speed, . To his horror, Yohji found his arms pinned to his side, and his body pulled backward, held tightly against that of his half-naked foe. The long sunset hair of his captor fell forward across his own shoulder as Schuldich leaned forward, his lips just grazing the edge of Yohji's ear.

"Would you like to hear how I spent my day? Your little friend was desperate for a sympathetic ear. It's amazing how he blossoms with just a little attention."

"Shut UP!"

Schuldich laughed softly. "Now, now. Are these words coming from the same young man who had such totally graphic thoughts about sweet little Omi and wicked, deprived me? Shame on you. I never took you for the voyeuristic type."

Yohji flushed a bright red. "Let go of me."

"Not a chance." Schuldich lowered his head and nuzzled at the side of Yohji's neck, smiling as he felt the other man jerk involuntarily at the contact.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Schuldich smiled, though the expression was unseen by his captive. "Enjoying myself immensely. And you?"

"Let GO of me!"

"Why?" Schuldich tightened his grip and bit gently at Yohji's ear. "You have a lot of very interesting fantasies for a womanizing playboy. I thought I'd see if I could make a few of them come true."

Yohji struggled desperately, but the redhead knew what he was doing. The trapped assassin couldn't get any leverage. "What my hormones do to my imagination is no one's business but my own," he snarled. "I have absolutely NO interest in doing anything with you that doesn't involve your dismemberment."

"But I think that your hormones have some very promising ideas," Schuldich protested. "I think that you should listen to them."

"You are the enemy, remember?" Yohji snapped. "I don't think so."

"Have it your way," Schuldich sighed. "Let me know when you change your mind."

The Weiss assassin staggered as the embrace he had been so strenuously resisting suddenly disappeared. He looked around, but the German had disappeared. "Bastard. I'm not ABOUT to change my mind on this one."

/Too bad. I promised the kitten that I'd talk some sense into you, but I can see that this might take awhile./

"We aren't going to be here that long," Yohji growled.

/That's what you think. By now, you've been given up as my latest victims, Balinese. You might as well just relax and give me what I want. You're not going to get off this island until you do./

"Why me?" Yohji implored, his eyes wide.

/Actually,/ Schuldich paused for dramatic effect and laughed softly. /It was the kitten's idea./

"WHAT?!"

But the telepath was gone again.

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Cue flashback to the early hours of that same morning.

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Omi found himself standing in front of a large tent. Schuldich had chosen his campsite well. It was on a small rise several minutes walk inside the tropical forest and shaded by a stand of taller trees. The tent was a mottled green and almost black, blending well with its surroundings.

"What are you waiting for, Kitten? It's cooler inside." Schuldich placed one hand on the small of Omi's back and pushed, forcing the younger man to take two quick steps toward the tent or risk falling over.

"What the hell am I doing?" he asked rhetorically.

"Paying the price for over-confidence," Schuldich told him. "Come on, I want to get inside before the bugs notice that I'm back. They seem to enjoy German food."

Omi sighed. He had been entertaining ideas for escaping. Most of them would have worked, had his opponent been anyone else. Schuldich's telepathic powers made things difficult, to say the least. Their walk had been enlivened by his less than helpful suggestions on how to improve Omi's increasingly desperate plans.

"Just hurry up, Kitten. Brooding isn't going to help anything."

Smothering a curse, Omi unzipped the door and slipped inside. He jerked to an astonished halt, only to be rudely prodded forward. "Hey!"

"Get inside!" Schuldich demanded.

Omi moved obediently forward, gaping at the inside of the tent. It was...opulent. There was a cooler almost touching one wall and a duffel bag lying beside it. A small table filled the rest of that side of the tent. A battery powered lantern hung from the ceiling. The majority of the twelve foot square tent was taken up by a foot- thick covering of comforters and pillows in a variety of bright colors.

"I'm a hopeless hedonist," the German confessed, zipping the flap closed behind them. "I just can't live without creature comforts. Take off your shoes and make yourself comfortable."

"There's nowhere to sit," Omi protested, eyeing the soft bedding nervously.

Schuldich gave the slight young man another shove. With a yelp, Omi toppled over into the cushions, discovering involuntarily that they were just as soft as they looked.

"Now take off your shoes. I don't want you getting sand in the bed."

Omi removed his shoes, tossing them to lie beside the door. Schuldich shrugged out of his windbreaker to reveal jeans and a t- shirt. He also kicked off his shoes before flopping down beside his captive.

"Ah, luxury." The German burrowed his way into a comfortable position among the various pillows and blankets before propping his chin with one hand and fixing Omi with a disconcerting stare. "Now tell me, how long have you been having these enticing images of Balinese, hmmm?"

"I never...." Omi began indignantly, only to stop as Schuldich burst into laughter.

/Really? Then where did that delightful idea involving whipped cream, handcuffs and silk sheets come from?/ The telepath grinned as a blush slowly traveled across the younger man's face. /What sort of reading have you been doing, Kitten, to come up with an idea like that?/

"That is NONE of your business," Omi protested.

/Isn't it?/ Having made his point, Schuldich reverted to speaking aloud. "Did he tell you what he was thinking when he went flying out that window?"

"He said that it would have been a stupid way to die."

"True enough." Schuldich sighed. "That wasn't the bit that I wanted him to tell you about, however."

"What has that got to do with anything?" Omi had been surreptitiously edging away from the telepath, trying to get as far away as possible without actually leaving the bed. If the only way off of the island was to humor the telepath, he'd do it. But Schuldich was making him nervous.

"Well, it would illustrate why it IS my business." The older man rolled over onto his back and stared at the roof of the tent. "I'd tell you, but I doubt very much that you'd believe me."

"So instead you'll leave me to die of curiosity?" Omi sighed. "That's not very nice."

Schuldich laughed softly. "Did I ever say that I was nice?"

"No."

"I could show you what he was thinking, but I still don't think that you'd believe me."

"Is this just an excuse to get inside my head and rummage around?" Omi demanded. "Because if it is...."

"I can rummage around in your head with or without your permission, Kitten," Schuldich told him bluntly. "Do you want to know, or not?"

Omi thought about it for a moment or two. What could Yohji possibly have been thinking that would make his own fantasies about his teammate any business of the Schwartz telepath? "Yes."

"Yes you do, or yes you don't?"

"Schuldich!"

"Oh come on, you love being teased!" Schuldich laughed again. "I'm probably breaking several laws by showing you this, but I don't think you'll be pressing any charges. Where to begin?"

Yohji stared at Nagi in disbelief. "What are YOU doing here?"

"Taking care of your mission, obviously." Nagi waved a hand and the flattened remains of Weiss' target crumpled to a heap, almost peeling away from the wall that he had been crushed against.

"What have you done with Omi?" Yohji could feel his anger giving way to the first tug of panic.

Nagi raised an eyebrow. "I haven't done anything with him. I can't say the same for Schuldich, however. I guess he's rather enjoying himself."

For one split second, Yohji saw red. He must have attacked the slender telekinetic, because the next thing that he knew, he was crashing through the huge window of the cabin, shoulders first.

"Omi...."

Yohji looked up as he began falling toward the water. High above him he saw Omi's horrified face and helplessly reaching hand, and behind him Schuldich. The Schwartz assassin's arms were wound firmly around his victim and his face bore a pleased smile. For a split second, the image blurred to be replaced by an equally vivid picture, this one featuring the same people in a rather more 'interesting' position - sans clothing.

It faded abruptly as Yohji crashed into the water, the wind knocked out of him. 'This,' he thought bitterly, 'is a stupid way to die.'

The image hung before Omi's startled eyes for a long minute. Yohji had a very vivid imagination. The expression of passion on his own face combined with the way he had his legs wound around SCHULDICH of all people rendered him temporarily speechless. His own imagination, however, chose that exact moment to chime in with a picture of its own.

"Tsk. Kitten, you're a pervert!" Schuldich didn't sound at all condemning, Omi noted, his eyes widening slightly. No, he sounded pleased. Very pleased. "What a marvelous idea."

"N, no!"

The telepath sat up, his eyes sparkling. "Oh stop protesting. I know just exactly how seriously you were contemplating such a thing."

Omi breathed a sigh of relief. Fantasies were one thing, and he was embarrassed enough at just entertaining such an idea, even for a moment. But fantasizing about something like that?!

Schuldich chuckled. "I rather liked the idea."

The younger man flinched. How could a laugh sound so hungry?

"What if I offered to make that little fantasy of yours come true?" Schuldich purred. "I could, you know. In fact, it would be easy."

Omi blushed again. The last twelve hours or so had caused him to blush more than he had done before in his entire life. Schuldich was proving to be bad for his nerves. On the other hand, the older assassin had made it quite clear that obeying him was the only way off the island. Suddenly, it didn't seem like such a horrifying idea. "How?"

'Hook, line and sinker.' The German stretched a little and smiled. "First, you and I have a frank discussion about the mechanics of this little fantasy of yours."

Omi gulped, but nodded.

"Secondly, my little virgin friend, we explore that marvelous idea that Balinese had."

"Now, hang on a second!" Omi fell off the thick cushions altogether and stared at his captor in shock.

"You can't possibly expect to manage a threesome like that successfully with no experience at all," Schuldich pointed out with a smirk. "It'll be fun."

"I think that this whole idea is insane." Omi declared, pulling himself together. He scooted away from the bed until he bumped into the side of the tent.

"So?"

"I can't believe that I entertained the idea of, of...."

"Hot, sweaty, athletic sex?"

"...with YOU for an instant!"

Schuldich laughed softly. "I can. I can even replay it for you in vivid Technicolor, if you like. Without step two, I don't think that step four is going to work, Kitten."

"W, what happened to step three?" Omi inquired nervously.

"Step three would entail my convincing your imaginative partner that giving in to HIS fantasies is a good idea," Schuldich purred. He rose from the bed and crossed to the spot where Omi's retreat had come to an end. "Step four would be indulging in those fantasies, leading us to step five and that absolutely marvelous idea of yours."

"I, I can't possibly sleep with you," Omi declared. "You're the ENEMY!"

"Who said anything about sleeping?" Schuldich reached out and pulled Omi to his feet. "You know, I think we should begin with step two. We can discuss the rest of this later."

"Schuldich, I...." Omi was cut off as Schuldich took his chin in one hand, leaned forward and kissed him.

The German had chosen his moment perfectly. Omi's mouth had been open in protest, and the taller man slipped his tongue inside, dancing it lightly across the roof of his captive's mouth. Omi moaned involuntarily and clutched at his assailant. Schuldich took this as encouragement and drew him in more closely, teasing a response from the younger man's tongue.

/What harm could it possibly do, Kitten?/ The telepath slipped his hands beneath Omi's shirt and dragged his fingers up the tense muscles of his back. /Just think of it as stress relief. Your hormones will thank you./

'I can't do this. Not here. Not now. Certainly not with you!' Omi's brain overruled those same hormones and he began to struggle.

/Hm. I could make certain that you do enjoy it, and not just by scrambling your synapses. Just relax. /

'Relax?!' Omi shoved desperately at Schuldich, but the taller assassin was immovable.

/Do you want Yohji, or not?/ the German released him and stepped away.

Omi couldn't summon up an answer to that one.

"You do. You want him desperately, and you have for some time." Schuldich sighed and sat down on the bed. "Of course, I want him too."

Omi's eyes bugged out.

The older man began to laugh. "The difference between us is that I just want to borrow him. You want to keep him."

"Yes." Omi blew out a sigh of defeat.

"Of course, I want you more." Schuldich grinned at the dark look directed at him by the Weiss assassin. "I've wanted to have you at my mercy for quite some time."

"You are a sick, twisted bastard."

"Guilty." The redhead smirked. "Look, I'm offering you several things that you want. All that I'm asking in return is something ELSE that you want, or at least that you're REALLY curious about. What have you got to lose?"

'Besides my virginity?' Omi couldn't help it, the thought just slipped out.

/Besides that. I can make this a very pleasant experience for you, Kitten. Yohji is just a bonus./

"This is a very bad idea."

Schuldich sighed. "You're determined to make this difficult, aren't you? I'll make you a deal."

"A deal?" Omi eyed him warily. "What sort of deal?"

"Let me indulge your fantasies. I'll even give you Yohji. Give me just one week to work my wiles on you both and then I'll take you back to the mainland." Schuldich batted his eyes at his captive.

"And what are you getting out of this?"

"Two bedmates and a great many orgasms, I hope," the German replied promptly. "Also an unparalleled opportunity to screw with your minds."

"But, you're the enemy," Omi protested hopelessly.

"So what? I want you. You DO want me, no matter how much you may protest. You want Yohji more, but I don't have a problem with that. Yohji wants you, but he also wants me. Or at least, wants me with you. I think that we can make this work, at least for a week or so."

"I can't believe that I'm actually considering this," Omi wailed. "I must be losing my mind."

/Just your grip on your hormones./ Schuldich rose to his feet and stood before the younger man. /I'm offering you something that you want. You're never going to get a chance like this again./

Omi wrestled with his conscience for another few agonizing minutes before stepping forward and slipping his arms around his enemy. "At least promise me that you're going to make this worth regretting later."

"That didn't make a lot of sense, but I understand." Schuldich smiled down at him. "You'll enjoy this. I promise."







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