For the "2AM" challenge on wk_100, with a title kiped from Shakespeare because I can never resist a bad pun. Betaed by Rune.

"This is not the sin you're used to, is it, Ran?"

Schuldig's voice is husky in his ear and Schuldig's hands, Schuldig's mouth, are viciously talented on his body. He wants to pull away and lash out, wants to draw his katana and fight. Wants to melt into the pleasure Schuldig drags out of him.

Aya closes his eyes, but he's already dreaming; Schuldig decides when he wakes up.

"Your rage tastes so good," Schuldig purrs, "but I like this better."

That rouses his fury. He grits his teeth and hisses, "Die."

Schuldig moves. Aya gasps. Schuldig grins. "You first."

~END~