Because Schuldig never can stay out of anything for long. Betaed by Eliza and Rune, with a title from Recoil's song, "Want."

"I know what you and Siberian do," Schuldig purrs, trapping him against the wall. "You're always thinking about it. I see it in your dreams."

Aya jerks against Schuldig's hold, but Schuldig's disarmed him and his own katana is held against his throat. It's pressure without sharpness, and Schuldig laughs.

"You want me to cut you." Aya says nothing; he doesn't have to. "Siberian has no idea. He'll taste your blood, but he won't make you bleed."

Aya snarls, but Schuldig shifts and there's a sting, wetness. Schuldig drops the sword, presses in with his mouth.

Aya doesn't pull away.

~END~