Is it real, your infusion...? [COMPLETE]

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Who: Schuldig tastesliekhoney  and Nisei Akame playsadistplay 
Where Their bedroom.
When: Wednesday night.
Rating: PG-13 for some language and kissyfaceness.
Summary: Just pissing each other off, like they usually do.
the Story:

Schuldig: Schuldig had been rather perturbed after the last event. Not quite upset, just vaguely disturbed and confused. Surely there was some reason to question it, the strangeness that he'd experienced. Not that he would ever speak of it, especially not with Nisei. He would just have way too much fun with that, and Schuldig couldn't allow him to have the upper-hand too much.

Nisei: Nisei was still quite pleased by it all, finally having a decent time during an event for once. He was trying to keep it from Schuldig, he really was. It wasn't any of his business what he had seen. He couldn't help but prod at the German though. "Are you still upset~?" He asked after a long bit of silence. He would take time in between pokings, it only seemed fair.

Schuldig: "I'm not upset," Schu quirked a brow at Nisei, tossing away the magazine he'd been pretending to read. If it wasn't an event in this place, it was complete boredom. "But you're unusually cheery. So what was your event like?"

Nisei: "I don't really see that it's any of your business~." He said lightly, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands behind his head. "Besides, if you really wanted to know couldn't you just go poking around my head~?"

Schuldig: "I could, but believe it or not, I actually like people to tell me things every now and then," Schuldig grumbled, rolling those feral-looking green eyes. "Makes me feel a little more human. Besides, if I just randomly popped into your head all the time, you might get pissed off, and that would leave me not getting laid for a while, wouldn't it?"

Nisei: Nisei snorted and closed his eyes. "Human~? You mean to say that you have feelings, darling~?" He asked with a smirk, so unable to help himself. "Somehow I get the feeling that you poke around in there more often than I'm aware of, so what makes you suddenly care about whether I'm upset or not...?"

Schuldig: Schuldig quirked a brow, offering a malicious sort of smirk to Nisei. "Of course I have feelings, honey bunches. I'm not you, after all." He put his hands up behind his head in a sort of makeshift pillow, passing a tongue over his lips. Why did he care? Really? "I just do."

Nisei: There was another bit of a snort and a faint chuckle, one eye opening to peer at the other curiously. "Hnnn, of course, you just do..." He muttered, eye shutting again. "I should have expected an answer like that..."

Schuldig: "And what's that supposed to mean, leibchen?" Schuldig asked, grinning as he shifted onto his stomach. Bored. What did he usually do when he was bored? ...Nisei, of course. But before he came here? He would play with people's heads. When had that lost its fun?

Nisei: Nisei shrugged a little, letting out a sigh. "I just should have expected it..." He said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Seems like the crappy sort of an answer you would give when you can't come up with something clever~."

Schuldig: Alright, time to feed in, make Nisei happy. If he didn't play along every once in a while, the boy wouldn't stay. That was the only reason he ever stuck around to begin with; because Schuldig rose to the ocassion so wonderfully.
He frowned, glancing over his shoulder to glare at the boy. "I'm plenty clever."

Nisei: "Of course, of course~. Here's the part where you try to convince me, right?" He asked, another smirk passing over his lips for a moment before fading into a sweet smile. "Spare me, I'm already aware of how 'clever' you are~."

Schuldig: "I was clever enough to trick you into bed, you dirty boy," Schuldig smirked, creeping to the edge of the bed. He crouched down, narrowing his eyes, like the pose of a cat just before it struck. "So obviously I can't be all that bad."

Nisei: "If I recall there wasn't any trickery on your part, Schuldig. I knew what I was getting myself into the day that I first came up here." He said evenly, smile dropping just a little bit. "I just had nothing better to do, that's all~."

Schuldig: "Mm hmm. And you had nothing better to do when you did it with Soubi too, right?" Schuldig jibed, grinned and falling onto his back again. "Why can't you just admit that you like sex? It's not that big of a deal."

Nisei: There was a twitch of his eye at that jab, the boy frowning somewhat. "Jesus, still bringing that up? How many times have I told you that it was a goddamn power play..." He said dryly, taking a hand back through his hair and tucking some behind his ear. "And as far as admittance, if I didn't get some amount of enjoyment out of it I wouldn't be here." That was as close to coming out right and saying it as Schu was going to get.

Schuldig: Schuldig chuckled at that smile victory, creeping down onto the floor and crawling across the room to the couch. "Mmm, yes," he laughed, "You like it when my great big cock is fucking the hell out of you, don't you?"

Nisei: "Tch, do you have to be so crude about it?" He asked with another frown, staring down at him. Not that Nisei really cared. Despite his attempt at indifference he shrugged and looked away. "It's good enough, I suppose..."

Schuldig: Schuldig huffed, pushing himself to his feet again and throwing a hand over his shoulder. "Do you have to be so indifferent about it?" Feeeeed into it, Schu. Feed into it. "I try so hard for you."

Nisei: The look that evoked from the boy, something that bordered on confusion. That really was a fair enough question, so he gave another shrug. "I don't have to be, I just choose to be..." He muttered under his breath, glancing down at the other's hand.

Schuldig: Schu mocked a sigh of despair, though it sounded genuine enough, and turned away again, sauntering off toward the desk to idly push papers around. He'd watched Brad do that enough to make it look believable. "You don't appreciate what I go through for you."

Nisei: "Is that supposed to make me feel bad?" He asked with a tilt of his head, watching the papers shuffling around the desk. "What will it take to keep you from being so overdramatic about it?" He asked flatly.

Schuldig: "Love me!" Schu said melodramatically, putting the back of his hand to his forehead. "That's all I've ever wanted from you, Nisei! A little compassion and understanding!" And then, a chuckle.

Nisei: He stared at the red-head like he was retarded, blank expression settling on his face before he rolled his eyes a little. "That's it? And here I was thinking it was something impossible for me to do..." He said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Schuldig: Schuldig smirked, glancing over his shoulder and shaking his head. "Even when I try to feed into your sadistic bullshit, you're not happy. Damn kid, you're hard to read."

Nisei: "That's half the fun, isn't it?" He asked, sinking back onto the couch again. "I thought you of all people would have liked something of a challenge~." He went on lightly, arms coming back up to rest behind his head. "Besides, it only feeds me when there's something genuine about it..."

Schuldig: "I've been told I'm a good liar," Schuldig turned around again, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. "Or do you just disbelieve everything I say?"

Nisei: "I don't believe much of anything that anyone says." He pointed out easily enough, eyes closing again as he let out a sigh. "But really, every good liar has a few people that can see through them..."

Schuldig: "You're irritating," Schuldig said rather bluntly, pushing a few of the papers onto the floor with another little huff. What was it that got him so worked up about this kid? It wasn't even that he was particularly good at getting on his case, it just... wore him down.

Nisei: "Not any more so than you are." He said, actually letting out a laugh at that and sitting back up again. He watched the papers fall to the floor and clicked his tongue. "And now you're just making a mess..."

Schuldig: "They're just papers," Schu pusheed a few more of them onto the floor, just to emphasize his point... then turned away strode back over to the bed, leaving them strewn across the floor. "Not going to hurt anything by being on the floor."

Nisei: Nisei pushed up from the couch with a sigh. He didn't mind a mess if it had a purpose, but the papers on the floor would bother him. Especially if he managed to slip because of them. "You didn't have to push more of them down..." He mumbled, moving over and kneeling down to shove them back into neat little piles.

Schuldig: Schuldig stifled a little chuckle. Was that really all he had to do to get on the boy's nerves? Oh, this was too much. He made his way back over to the bed, throwing back the neatly made comforter and sheets, and plopping right down amongst the piles of fabric.

Nisei: That he didn't mind so much, but the papers? He stood and slapped them back down onto the desk, shooting a look toward the German. "Now you're trying to get on my nerves, aren't you?" He asked flatly.

Schuldig: Schuldig looked up at the boy innocently, brow raising. "No no. Why? Is it working?"

Nisei: A twitch to his eye and a frown. "No, of course not." He scoffed, hand going back through his hair again as he leaned against the desk and stared down at the other.

Schuldig: Schuldig simply grinned sweetly, kicking one of the blankets onto the floor. "Oops."

Nisei: With another twitch he leaned down, picking up the blanket and shoving it back onto the bed. "Yes, I'm sure that was such an accident..." He said standing up straight again before perching on the edge of the bed.

Schuldig: One long arm slipped around the boy's waist, the other hand moving to brush some of that long, dark hair out of the way. Schuldig's lips found the nape of his neck, pressing a few kisses here and there. "Aww, don't be angry at me, leibchen," Schu cooed into his ear. "After all, I think we both know there's only one reason you put up with me."

Nisei: His eyes shut and he couldn't help but shiver, biting down a little on his lower lip before he let out a soft chuckle. "Don't look too far into it..." He murmured, though he made no attempt to move away.

Schuldig: "Of course not," Schuldig replied in that sultry tone. He nipped at the boy's neck, probably a tad bit harder than he should have. That, however, was as far as he would be going for now. He eased back into the pillows, folding his arms behind his head again. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Nisei: There was a wince at that bite, but no more than that. He turned and looked back at Schuldig for a moment before leaning back down onto the bed himself. "Good. Always nice to see that we're on the same page..."

Schuldig: Schuldig mocked a little pout, looking over to Nisei with sad, melancholy green eyes. Here he went with the fake histrionics again. "But Nisei, I can't gaurantee anything if I fall in love with you."

Nisei: Nisei snorted, rolling over onto his side so that his back was facing the other. "Please, if you did something stupid like that I think I would lose any respect for you that I might have..." He said with bit of a laugh, though the thought. That someone could actually care...no, he pushed that out of his mind almost as soon as it had popped up.

Schuldig: "Oh really?" Schu asked, running a finger down the center of his lover's spine. "Then you better stop being so fucking sweet, my little cupcake."

Nisei: "Tch, don't say stupid things like that..." He muttered, pulling away from that touch with a little bit of a shiver. "You and I both know you wouldn't do that."

Schuldig: "No?" Schuldig scooted a little bit closer, slipping that hand up the back of Nisei's shirt. "But it could be so nice..." There was a brief flash of suggestion in Nisei's mind, only for a moment. The thought that tenderness, lovingness, slow, passionate sex... they might not be all that bad.

Nisei: His eyes squeezed shut, trying to shove that new thought out of his head now too. He wasn't even sure where that came from, though it hadn't been completely unpleasant. There was another chill that went down his spine, his head shaking involuntarily. "N-no..."

Schuldig: Schuldig's hand spidered up along the boy's side, fingers slipped delicately up along his ribcage. He leaned forward to murmur in the boy's ear, breath warm against his neck, "I could help you like it. We could be like two fucking peas in a pod, you and I. All warm and wrapped up in each other..."

Nisei: "Stop that..." He hissed out, starting to pull away. "I don't want anything like that at all!" To think that such a thing as that would actually set him off. "Why would I?" He went on, sitting up and turning to look at Schuldig with disbelief.

Schuldig: Schuldig reached up to snag the collar of the boy's shirt, forcing him down again and twisting to shift some of his weight on top of the boy. Let's see him pull away from that. "Why are you fighting it so hard? What frightens you so much about being in love, Nisei-koiiiiiiiii?"

Nisei: "Stop it!" He fumed, pushing at Schuldig a little. "I'm not fucking scared of something stupid like that, I just don't want it!" The very idea that someone could actually care, well, maybe it was a little frightening...he wasn't about to openly admit something like that. Not to this man.

Schuldig: "Then why are you acting so angry?" Schuldig chided, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the boy's cheek. Eventually, he did shift away again, rolling onto his back and reaching for the magazine on the bedside table. "You're such a child."

Nisei: "I am not..." He managed after taking breath to calm himself down, turning back over onto his side again. A hand came up to wipe at his cheeks, trying to will the blush that had formed off of them. "I just...I don't want it. I don't...understand it." No point in covering it too much more, maybe then the other would lay off some.

Schuldig: "So you'll be close-minded instead? Unwilling to give something new a try just because you 'don't understand it'?" Schuldig didn't sound too terribly vexed, simply confused. "That's still childish."

Nisei: "You wouldn't understand it..." He muttered, rolling over onto his stomach and still refusing to face the other. He had good reasons, at least as far as he was concerned.

Schuldig: "Oh really?" Schuldig reached over to poke the boy in the ribs. "I've heard that line before. From children. Come on, Nisei. I'm not as stupid as I look. Or act."

Nisei: He shrunk back from that poke, a rather deep frown on his face. How was he supposed to put this without sounding terribly pathetic? He wasn't sure, so instead he shrugged. "Nevermind, it doesn't matter."

Schuldig: "Yes it does. Tell me." The German wasn't going to let up, and he just kept edging closer and closer to the boy. He'd be slipping underneath him soon...

Nisei: "Because it fucking hurts, okay?" He finally said huffily, turning to face the other with a red face. "I can't explain it because I don't get it. There, are you happy?" He spat out, turning away again.

Schuldig: "It hurts?" Schuldig asked with a quirked brow, leaning over the boy to murmur in his ear once more. "And living with a boy who lets you fuck him, but not love him... you think that doesn't hurt?" He backed off again, looking up at the ceiling. "But I keep forgetting, you don't care."

Nisei: Could that be a little twinge of guilt? He wouldn't own up to it if it was. "What does it matter?" He said softly. "It's not like you really do care anyway..." He went on, brow furrowing just a little. "You prove that by always looking for the next little 'toy' that will let you stick your cock in them." That came out a little more accusatory than he meant, but the general idea was still the same.

Schuldig: "How do you know I don't care? Is that what this is about? You're jealous of that cocktease?" Schuldig couldn't help a little smirk. "Well, you can't really expect me to be faithful to you when you don't care for me. If you're not going to love me, I'm going to keep looking until I find someone that will."

Nisei: "I..." He paused, closing his eyes and frowning again. "...I don't want to talk about this anymore." He said quietly, trying not to get riled again. He didn't want to face him, he couldn't. And sadly that was the only way he was going to be able to tell if the German was serious.

Schuldig: "Everyone wants to be loved, Nisei," Schuldig said grimly, one hand moving to comb his fingers through the boy's hair. "Even you, somewhere down deep in that black little heart of your's. You're just convinced that there's no one that will understand you. But I'll tell you what, kiddo, I understand you better than you understand yourself, because I can dig around in that demented, fucked-up head of yours. And even knowing all your vicious dirty, secrets, I still care about you enough to share my fucking bed with you." Schuldig shifted to the side of the bed, standing again and striding over to the desk to knock those papers on the floor again. "Tell me where you're going to find that ever again."

Nisei: He shifted just a little to watch those papers flutter to the floor again, a rather solemn look on his face. Why was it that he actually felt there was some meaning all of that, some kind of feeling. Nisei wasn't sure how he was supposed to react to that at all, finally just letting out a sigh. "...I don't really care what you do." He wasn't going to make an promises, not when they were talking about something that he wasn't really sure he was capable of. But at least the thought was somewhat comforting.

Schuldig: "Of course not." Schuldig seemed so angry all of a sudden. He pushed the rest of the papers onto the floor and then turned on his heel, storming out the door and slamming it behind him.