Author's Notes: Wasn't sure how to rate this...but I think it's safe to put it in the R section, ne? *snickers* Picturing all this stuff in my head and writing it down was quite funny. And to think I got this entire fanfic idea from picturing Brad leaning awkwardly against a doorway, with his hand in his pants (no, I don't mean the pants pocket) and looking quite drunk, yet sexy-seductive with that sort of 'come hither' expression. Hehe...and don't mind me for picturing the weirdest fanarts in my mind. *blushes* Because of it, you have a story to read. Enjoy. ^_~ (Also...they might be OOC, but that's for you to decide ^^;; )

Disclaimer: These bishounen do not belong to me. *sobs* They belong to Takehito Koyasu *swoons* and Project Weiss and whoever owns them that I didn't list here. Speaking of which, I'm sure someone has written something similar to this (like someone hasn't conceived this idea). I don't plagiarize fics. I didn't copy this from someone else's work, so if it looks similar, don't email me with a 'You %#^%$&%*-ing copycat' message or something.

Key:
thoughts
Schuldig using telepathy
emphasis


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Seduction

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As an assassin, he had been trained to sense the presence of another in the room, even while he was asleep. As a telepath, he could hear somewhat fuzzy thoughts close by, perhaps even in his room while he was asleep. That was enough to wake him, causing him to instinctively reach for his gun and aim it at the unwelcome visitor standing in the doorway of his bedroom. However, upon recognizing the man, he lowered his gun.

"Brad?"

It was the American, yet he could tell that something was wrong, just by the way Brad stood. Messy dark locks of hair hung in his face. His usual neat outfit of a suit was now a somewhat wrinkled shirt, loosened tie, and dark slacks. Schuldig also noticed the pants were unbuttoned, the belt loose, and that the American's hand was slipped inside the front of his pants.

Brad stood leaning against the doorway, his head turned where Schuldig was sitting on his bed. The redhead recalled earlier that Brad had said he was going out to negotiate a new contract with a client they had. That had been several hours ago, Schuldig noted, as he glanced at the digital clock that told it was a little after midnight.

Even in the darkness of the room, Schuldig could tell that the other man was not completely together in his mind. Then again, Schuldig didn't think Brad was the sort of person to get wasted and drive home drunk, especially after all the lectures he'd received from Brad about how he shouldn't do that.

Schuldig would have laughed at the man and led him to his own room just one door down the hall, if it hadn't been for the lust he was sensing being directed at him. Such thoughts coming from Brad sort of unnerved him, even though he knew they shouldn't if Brad was only drunk and thinking those thoughts.

"You know," Brad finally spoke up, "I could get off just watching you sleep."

Schuldig blinked, then chuckled lightly. He should have known that Brad was going to say something like that, seeing the state that both his mind and body seemed to be in.

"Um...that's nice, but go do that in your own room, not while standing in the doorway of my bedroom," Schuldig told him.

"Oh...but you're awake now," Brad said, and if it hadn't been for the somewhat seriousness of the situation, Schuldig would have laughed at the way Brad slurred both English and Japanese together to make his sentences, "It's more fun when there's participation from your end."

The redhead frowned. Brad hadn't intended to-- no, Schuldig would have definitely attacked the man had he done something to him while he slept. He glared at Brad, though the older man probably couldn't see his expression very well due to the fact that the only lights in the room was the moon and the lights of the city outside. Yet even if the man could see him glaring, he doubted Brad would process that in his mind as that Schuldig was angry and that he should take a hint and leave the redhead's room.

"Brad, you're drunk," Schuldig simply stated.

"Very," Brad's hand left his pants and he slowly licked his palm, then turned his gaze on the redhead.

If he hadn't been a little miffed earlier, he was definitely feeling uneasy now. Uneasy and yet... No...I'm not going to let him turn me on.

"But," Brad continued, stepping into the room a bit awkwardly and off-balance, "I don't have to be drunk to see how beautiful you are."

Brad approached Schuldig's bed, and extended his arm to run his fingers through Schuldig's sunset-colored colored hair and cup his face. The German leaned into the touch, closing his eyes for a second. He then felt Brad's lips brush against his, and his eyes opened again in sudden realization of what was happened and what he was letting the American do.

He turned his head to the side, brushed Brad's hand away from his face and scowled. Apparently the sudden move was enough to knock the drunken Brad off-balance, and he fell forward on top of the redhead. Schuldig's head hit the mattress and he felt the full weight of Brad's body on his.

"Hey! Get off of me!" Schuldig shouted.

Brad sighed and Schuldig could feel the American's hands wandering on his body, "Hm, beautiful, warm, and soft. Oh, but I can make you hard."

"Brad stop it," Schuldig pushed himself up, and rolled them both over so that he now lay on top of the American, "You're obviously trashed. I'm not in the mood for your seduction."

He glared down at the older man, willing for his body not to respond to Brad's underneath him. He knew in the morning he would be a bit angry at himself for not taking advantage of the situation. The thing was, he felt no sort of feelings or desire for the American. Even if it seemed at the moment that Brad had something towards him, Schuldig wasn't going to respond to that. It would just screw everything up if he screwed the dark-haired man.

Brad stared up at him rather blankly, "You wanted to be top?"

"What?" Had he been broadcasting his thoughts?

"For sex."

Schuldig scowled, sitting up slightly, "No. We're not having sex, Brad."

Brad grabbed ahold of Schuldig's long hair, pulling the redhead down again much to Schuldig's disliking of having his hair pulled on. He lifted his lower body up slightly, rubbing his erection against Schuldig, causing a slight response and a few curses from the German.

"You feel that?" Brad asked, his voice low, "It's not going away and I need you to help me with it, seeing as it's your fault."

"My fault?" Schuldig struggled slightly to get his hair out of Brad's hold, "I wasn't the one working you off just a few minutes ago, you did that to yourself."

"Schuldig..."

Being this close to Brad, it was easy to see the lust in the man's eyes. Schuldig was beginning to wish he'd locked his bedroom door before he went to bed, because to be woken up for this sort of thing was weird...it being Brad who never acted like this towards anyone. He was so going to yell at the American in the morning when the man was finally sober. This was the kind of stuff that Brad yelled at him about, not that he could ever recall coming home drunk and asking Brad for sex.

"Couldn't you find a date at the place you got yourself wasted at?" Schuldig asked, "I mean, if you really needed to get laid, I'm sure you wouldn't have gotten turned down by everyone."

"But you weren't there," Brad said, "You were here. So I came here."

The German sat up, and got off of the older man. He sat on the edge of the bed, and turned his attention to the carpeted floor, his eyes narrowing. He didn't like where the conversation was headed at all. Running his fingers through his long hair, he sighed. He had no intention of starting anything with Brad. Even if the man was drunk and would most likely not remember a thing by morning. Even so, Schuldig just wasn't interested in the American even if it were a one night stand. It was something about one night stands turning into something more when one least expects it, and Schuldig wasn't really interested in that 'something more' that seemed to surface afterwards.

"You know what Brad? I'll give you three choices-- one, you can walk out of here on your own. Two, I'll drag your drunk ass out of here. Or three, I'll wake Nagi and have him throw you out of here. What's it gonna be?"

Schuldig waited through a few moments of silence before his impatience got the best of him and he glanced over at the American. He poked Brad in the arm, then moved over to get a better look at the dark-haired man. To his surprise, Brad was asleep.

Slight anger rushed over him, "What the hell? Asshole, you've got you're own fucking bed!"

He would have kicked Brad out of the bed or woken up Nagi to take him out, but there was something about the image of the sleeping man that he just didn't want to disturb. And no, it wasn't out of the kindness of his heart, because as far as he was concerned, his heart had turned quite black and cold over the years. He grumbled to himself, swearing he'd get Brad back for doing this. Reaching over, he took off Brad's glasses and set them down on his nightstand. Deciding that he had no interest of stripping the American, he chose to leave the clothes intact. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a spare blanket, then covered Brad with it.

Taking a second spare blanket, and the pillow from his bed that Brad had been using, he turned to leave the room heading for the living room couch, but not before casting a last glance at Brad, "May you have the world's worst hangover when you wake up in the morning. Sweet dreams, Braddy."

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Author's Notes: Hm...just my attempt at writing a BradxSchu in which Schuldig isn't all gung-ho about getting into Brad's bed. Stone me if you will, but I confess I'm getting sick of those fics, however, I liked them when I first read them. ... This was at first intended to be a one-shot (how I ever thought it could stand alone, I don't know) but I think I can come up with more. Should I continue this? Reviews would be helpful! ^_~