That was nice. He'd been beginning to wonder if Schuldig intended to avoid touching him at all. Mello could live either way, but it had made him wonder.
He trailed the knife over Schuldig's throat, still using the flat so he didn't cut him, not yet. "I'm going to play with you, and hurt you, and fuck you. I'm going to own you." Mello grinned. "And you're going to try to do the same to me." He was looking forward to both parts.