Disclaimer: No money being made out of this. Characters have been borrowed.
Warning: M/M love. Don't read this if you can't handle the idea of men falling in love.

By Alexis C.

"I don't love you, you know," Yohji remarked thoughtfully. It was the sixth time they had woken up in bed together.

"It's alright," Schuldig said amiably.

The German took a long drag on the cigarette they'd been sharing and exhaled slowly. They were close enough so that they could share in the heat of each other's flushed skin without any body contact. Together, they watched the white wists of smoke drift lazily to the ceiling.


"I... cough don't love you... you know?" came the weak faltering voice from the unruly blonde head pillowed against his shoulder.

Schuldig glanced out towards the waves lapping gently at the sand, ignoring the throbbing pain at his throat. There was no sign of the fury that had brought the building down around them. He thought he could see his team mates beckoning to him along the distant shoreline.

"I know," he said simply and patted Yohji's back as the blonde coughed some more before passing out.


"I. Don't. Love. You," he declared vehemently, glaring at Schuldig, as he swayed precariously on the stool at the bar.

Schuldig noted mentally the number of glasses Yohji had drained.

"It's okay," he said calmly, steadying the other man with one hand. Yohji blinked, then beamed idiotically, in the true fashion of drunkards.

Schuldig thought it was kind of cute.


"I don't love you. Really." Yohji muttered miserably, buried under the blankets heaped above him.

"Don't worry about it," Schuldig said cheerfully, before sticking the thermometer in Yohji's mouth and placing a cool towel on his burning forehead.


"I don't love you... do I?" He asked desperately, clinging tightly on to Schuldig after having barged through the door.

Schuldig let drop the luggage from his hands. Slowly, his arms came around Yohji in the mostly emptied apartment. The faint scent of cigarette smoke and shampoo was caught on the soft golden strands.

"Of course you don't," Schuldig murmured reassuringly, as he drew back to look into frantic green eyes.

He smiled softly.

"You only need me."

With that, he leant forward and kissed Yohji gently.

The End.