Day 19: The Mighty Koala: The Return of the Koala!
Okay. So this is kind of a follow up to yesterday's post. (It's still for you, indelicateink. XD ) Hope you're all ready for a second serving!
Rated NC-17 for sure! Key concepts: dubious dubcon of the keep your corporate clients happy variety and explicit sex. Rough sex/hatesex. If anything, it's more porntacular now than before. Language and general filthiness. Unedited but for spellcheck. Abuse of italics and Schuldig's nipples. Again, a few small timeskips between chunks.
Summary: It's ten years prior to the start of Weiss as we know it. Schuldig and Crawford travel to Japan to make Essett's newest contact: Reiji Takatori. It's time for some (figurative) wining and dining.
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Three weeks later, the phone in the apartment rang. Schuldig was alone; Crawford was out on some other business.
"Answer the phone if it rings," Crawford had said. "You'll regret it if you don't."
Schuldig hadn't been able to tell whether he'd regret a lost opportunity or he'd regret it because there would be consequences. Crawford hadn't said, but Schuldig knew Crawford expected him to obey.
The phone rang a second time. Unless, of course, Crawford had seen that he wouldn't obey and that set off some other chain of events. Screw him. If he wasn't here to enforce his orders, too fucking bad. Crawford was probably testing him by calling him himself.
Schuldig hovered over the phone, waiting for the answering machine to trip. On the tenth ring, it did. The caller hung up.
"Fucking telemarketers," said Schuldig. "Fucking Crawford."
He settled onto the sofa beside the telephone and considered his situation. No Crawford? Check. No assignment: check. It was-he checked his watch-11:23am.
It was Schuldig's birthday. He didn't have to slave for Eszett today, which was good. He didn't have any plans at all, not even fun ones like going out drinking or picking up some hookers and mindfucking them so they'd think they were already paid.
Not that he especially wanted to fuck hookers today. That was pretty boring, truth be told, and so routine. Schuldig wanted something special. Ever since he'd come in from Reiji's booty call, other sex was…boring. He'd jerked off to the memory of it every day-sometimes twice a day-for an entire week, until his dick was as sore and used as the rest of him. Reiji hadn't done a damn thing for him that night. Schuldig felt a full-body flush coming on. Okay. So Reiji had done stuff for him. But Reiji had hustled him out the door as soon as he'd wiped himself off in Schuldig's hair (which had made one fuck of a mess to comb out) and Schuldig had had to do up his pants in the elevator.
He hadn't come, either, and he'd had to pilot his cab driver into a mediocre blowjob. He hadn't bothered to wipe the man's memory. Instead, he gifted the man with a nice fat package of lust and guilt, arousal and shame, and sent him home to his wife still smelling of Schuldig.
Schuldig often wondered if the cabbie had kissed her when he came in the door. It warmed his heart.
Just thinking about that day had made him hard. Schuldig unzipped his pants and went for the gold. Hell. It was his birthday, and he'd wank if he wanted to. As soon as he'd thought that, he regretted it: the song immediately rose up from his subconscious, and he ended up humming it in falsetto, in time to the rhythm of his hand. But he couldn't-didn't want to-stop himself.
His orgasm was supremely unsatisfying, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone rang again and interrupted his afterglow. He wiped his hand on one of the couch cushions and picked up the receiver.
"Who the fuck is it?" said Schuldig.
"You will be at my office by noon, in the best suit you have."
Shit. It was Reiji, and he sounded pissed. Schuldig looked at the time.
"It's quarter to," said Schuldig. "I can't get there that fast."
Reiji's office was twenty minutes away.
"If you had picked up the first time I called, you would be here by now," said Reiji. "So you'd better run."
Reiji hung up on him, and Schuldig set the phone down.
"Crap," he said. "Crap, crap, crap."
He sprinted around the apartment, getting clothes, shoes, keys, wallet, gun. He got dressed, then got undressed because he was going to sweat through the suit if he had to really run. Then he put the suit back on again, because if he was going to have bet that fast, he definitely wasn't going to have time to change. He cursed Crawford because Crawford had been the one to pick out the suit, and it was white. It would look awful, wrinkled and dusty and sweaty.
Schuldig checked the time again. 11:47.
He raced out the door.
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Schuldig took the elevator up to Reiji's office, and used the thirty seconds of not running to push his sweaty hair out of his face and straighten his jacket. It was all he could do and he knew he looked like crap. Schuldig had his fingers crossed that he wouldn't be meeting anyone important today.
He knocked once on Reiji's door, then opened it. Reiji was on the phone. He frowned when he saw Schuldig, but he didn't stop talking. Instead, he beckoned. Schuldig came closer.
"Excuse me one moment, Minister," said Reiji.
His thick fingers stabbed a button on the phone, and he put the phone down.
"You are late," said Reiji.
Schuldig looked at the clock on the wall. 12:03.
"I got here as fast as I could," he said.
"Do you know who I am on the phone with?" said Reiji. "The Minister of Finance."
Schuldig gleaned an impression of the man from Reiji's unguarded thoughts.
"He is an extremely tedious man, but I must listen to him because he is important," said Reiji. "You will stay with me, through the phone call, and you will relieve my boredom."
Reiji pushed back from his desk, and Schuldig groaned. Reiji wasn't wearing anything below the waist, and his dick was stiff, an angry red and pointing upward already.
"We can't keep the Minister of Finance waiting any more, can we?" said Reiji. "Maybe I'll have time to fuck you properly before my one o'clock meeting, if the Minister isn't a windbag like usual."
So Schuldig knelt, and Reiji slid his cock into Schuldig's mouth. Reiji started rocking back and forth in his chair before he picked up the phone again. He cleared his throat, a luxury which Schuldig did not have.
"Hello, Minister," said Reiji. "I apologize for the delay. My secretary is a clumsy woman: she forgot a file I wanted to discuss with you."
He yanked hard on Schuldig's hair, and Schuldig groaned again, though the sound was muffled by the flesh jammed deep in his throat. That fucking hurt. Reiji thrust harder, and Schuldig could see he was biting his lower lip with pleasure. Schuldig let his teeth scrape, just a little, in retaliation. Reiji's eyes glittered, and he shot a meaningful look at Schuldig, a look that promised nothing good.
"Yes Minister, I do have that proposal in front of me," said Reiji. "I'm looking it over now."
He picked up a file folder from the desk and gave Schuldig a slap across the back of the head with it, and Schuldig jerked forward. Some of Reiji's pubes went into his nose, and he did his best to snort them out again. Bastard. Reiji proceeded to prop the folders up on Schuldig's head and read from them, aloud, to the Minister.
He didn't let Schuldig up for air while he was reading, and it was some sort of super-boring industrial stuff, so all Schuldig could do was concentrate on holding his breath and letting Reiji's cock slide in and out of his throat, swallowing around him when he could because even though Reiji was a complete ass, his dick tasted good, and Schuldig was drooling.
At long last, when his lungs were burning and little spots were dancing before his eyes, Schuldig felt the weight of the file lift from his head.
"Yes Minister," said Reiji. "I will hold."
The phone thumped onto the desk, and Reiji steered Schuldig by the bangs off his cock and he hauled him half onto his lap. Schuldig gasped for air and glared daggers up at Reiji.
"You used your teeth on me, so I didn't want to give you another opportunity," said Reiji. "But you seem to like that, so I suppose it isn't the punishment I was aiming for."
Reiji caressed Schuldig almost tenderly with one hand, massaging the crotch of Schuldig's pants. No denying it, Schuldig was hard from the manhandling and the taste of Reiji in his mouth.
"Fuck you," said Schuldig.
Reiji laughed.
"I think not, little whore," he said. "But I will do you a favor, just this once."
It was clear in his thoughts that Schuldig would owe him for whatever the favor was, and he would collect mercilessly, repeatedly for it.
Reiji picked up the phone again.
"Ah, Minister," he said. "If it is all right with you, I will put you on speaker. I would like both of my hands free to sort through the files."
"Thank you for your understanding, Minister," said Reiji.
And he punched another button, and the room filled with the Minister's crackly voice.
"So what do you think of our prospects, Takatori-san?" he said.
"Well," said the Minister. "I-"
Schuldig tuned out because Reiji slid his dick in his mouth again, and was raking his nails over Schuldig's nipples. He hissed around Reiji's dick. It was fucking childish, making Schuldig give him a blowjob while talking to the Minister, and Schuldig felt the childish pleasure Reiji derived from it. It fucked with his head, leaving him warm and fuzzy even though he did his best to wall Reiji out. Few normals had the sort of focus Reiji did, and that made him dangerous, because that focus drilled into Schuldig, just like his dick. It made Schuldig want.
Reiji rolled Schuldig's nipples through his shirt, pinching them to bloodlessness, then letting go and rubbing. Schuldig wanted to cry out, and his dick spasmed in the pants of his suit. And then Reiji's hand reached lower.
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At last, a very, very long time later, the Minister hung up. Reiji'd blown his load once, straight down Schuldig's throat, and Schuldig had worked like a fucking dog to get him hard again. Meanwhile, he himself was suffering under Reiji's not-so-tender ministrations.
His chest felt like one big bruise, and both his nipples throbbed. His dick was chafed but unsatisfied, and his balls were painfully tight. And, at some point during the blowjob from hell, Reiji had jammed one of his thumbs up Schuldig's ass. He'd made noise on that one, and Reiji had spun a one-liner about the stupid female secretary who had brought her dog to work. She would, of course, be fired for that idiocy. The Minister approved, not knowing the truth.
But Reiji wasn't done. Schuldig could feel the lust boiling in his brain. It was still a relief not to have that dick scraping all the skin from the inside of his throat for a minute. He coughed and swallowed.
"Now," said Reiji. "On the desk."
And Reiji summarily ruined the shirt that went with the suit: he tore it open to get at Schuldig properly. He also broke the zipper on Schuldig's pants, and he used his office scissors to snip Schuldig's underwear away. He shoved Schuldig back on the desk, and, before he could ask, Schuldig spread his legs.
"Here comes the favor," said Reiji.
He uncapped a bottle of lube and squeezed some directly into Schuldig's ass.
"Shit that's cold," said Schuldig.
He squeezed involuntarily, trying to keep the cold out.
"Shut up," said Reiji.
And he pushed both thumbs into Schuldig, spreading him much too hard and much too fast. Sparks flew in Schuldig's vision. Reiji kept his thumbs in there, too, and Schuldig could feel the tepid air of the room creeping into his body. It brought a new meaning to Schuldig's understanding of the word gaping. He flexed uncomfortably.
"Hold still, whore," said Reiji.
Reiji aimed, and Schuldig had just a second's worth of cock against hole, and then Reiji was barreling in, pinning him with his dick to the desk, like a butterfly on a board. For a minute Reiji stood still, and Schuldig could feel everything: dick and thumbs inside him, balls resting against him, the blotter beneath his back. Reiji took his hands back and laid one on Schuldig's nipples. He twisted.
"Christ!" said Schuldig.
Reiji grabbed Schuldig's cock and stroked hard, yanking precome out of him, like what was spurting out wasn't enough. Schuldig felt his insides jerk.
And then Reiji snapped his hips forward.
Again.
And again.
Schuldig panted with an open mouth and tried not to look at Reiji's face, which was twisted with pleasure. His ass burned, and his knees cramped, and Reiji pounded, again and again. The telephone got knocked off the desk, and Schuldig's elbows slid all over. His prostate felt like it was on fire every time Reiji touched it, and his dick thought Reiji's rough handling was divine.
Schuldig came, and he splattered his belly and his chest, and his come smeared over Reiji's chest and belly and curled-up fingers too.
Reiji didn't stop touching Schuldig. He kept going.
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Schuldig inserted the key in the lock of the apartment. He was fucking exhausted. He actually had to lean against the door to stay upright. The door swung open, and there stood Crawford.
"I told you so," he said.
"Fuck you," said Schuldig.
"How was your birthday?" said Crawford.
Schuldig shuddered, unable to answer.
Reiji had stopped in the middle of a round, told his secretary to push the meeting back, and he'd kept going until Schuldig thought he was going to pass out. When Reiji was finally, finally done, and every sperm cell Schuldig possessed had exited his body, Reiji tossed him a paper towel to clean up with. A rough paper towel.
"Get out," said Reiji.
Schuldig had flipped him off and stalked-limped-stalked to the door, and Reiji walked behind him. Schuldig could feel him leering at his handiwork.
"By the way, Schuldig," said Reiji. "You're welcome."
Schuldig had slammed the office door in Reiji's stupid smug asshole face.
"You'll be pleased to know our leaders are happy with your efforts," said Crawford. "And they expect you to continue your current performance until we have Reiji hooked."
Right now, the gleam in Crawford's eyes didn't look like amusement or pleasure. It looked like lust. Filthy, secondhand lust. Crawford looked just like Reiji for a second.
"By the way, happy birthday," said Crawford.
"Fuck them too," said Schuldig. "And fuck you double."
He wondered how much of the afternoon Crawford had foreseen, and what he might have seen, already, for the next time that Schuldig felt, down to his bones, would be coming someday soon.
Schuldig pushed past Crawford and staggered to his own bed. He was too tired for a bath, too tired to eat, too tired to move anymore.
It would be a fucking miracle if he got to his next birthday intact.
The thought made him despair and grin at the same time.
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Okay. Maybe I can work on something else now. XD
~later
Rated NC-17 for sure! Key concepts: dubious dubcon of the keep your corporate clients happy variety and explicit sex. Rough sex/hatesex. If anything, it's more porntacular now than before. Language and general filthiness. Unedited but for spellcheck. Abuse of italics and Schuldig's nipples. Again, a few small timeskips between chunks.
Summary: It's ten years prior to the start of Weiss as we know it. Schuldig and Crawford travel to Japan to make Essett's newest contact: Reiji Takatori. It's time for some (figurative) wining and dining.
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Three weeks later, the phone in the apartment rang. Schuldig was alone; Crawford was out on some other business.
"Answer the phone if it rings," Crawford had said. "You'll regret it if you don't."
Schuldig hadn't been able to tell whether he'd regret a lost opportunity or he'd regret it because there would be consequences. Crawford hadn't said, but Schuldig knew Crawford expected him to obey.
The phone rang a second time. Unless, of course, Crawford had seen that he wouldn't obey and that set off some other chain of events. Screw him. If he wasn't here to enforce his orders, too fucking bad. Crawford was probably testing him by calling him himself.
Schuldig hovered over the phone, waiting for the answering machine to trip. On the tenth ring, it did. The caller hung up.
"Fucking telemarketers," said Schuldig. "Fucking Crawford."
He settled onto the sofa beside the telephone and considered his situation. No Crawford? Check. No assignment: check. It was-he checked his watch-11:23am.
It was Schuldig's birthday. He didn't have to slave for Eszett today, which was good. He didn't have any plans at all, not even fun ones like going out drinking or picking up some hookers and mindfucking them so they'd think they were already paid.
Not that he especially wanted to fuck hookers today. That was pretty boring, truth be told, and so routine. Schuldig wanted something special. Ever since he'd come in from Reiji's booty call, other sex was…boring. He'd jerked off to the memory of it every day-sometimes twice a day-for an entire week, until his dick was as sore and used as the rest of him. Reiji hadn't done a damn thing for him that night. Schuldig felt a full-body flush coming on. Okay. So Reiji had done stuff for him. But Reiji had hustled him out the door as soon as he'd wiped himself off in Schuldig's hair (which had made one fuck of a mess to comb out) and Schuldig had had to do up his pants in the elevator.
He hadn't come, either, and he'd had to pilot his cab driver into a mediocre blowjob. He hadn't bothered to wipe the man's memory. Instead, he gifted the man with a nice fat package of lust and guilt, arousal and shame, and sent him home to his wife still smelling of Schuldig.
Schuldig often wondered if the cabbie had kissed her when he came in the door. It warmed his heart.
Just thinking about that day had made him hard. Schuldig unzipped his pants and went for the gold. Hell. It was his birthday, and he'd wank if he wanted to. As soon as he'd thought that, he regretted it: the song immediately rose up from his subconscious, and he ended up humming it in falsetto, in time to the rhythm of his hand. But he couldn't-didn't want to-stop himself.
His orgasm was supremely unsatisfying, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone rang again and interrupted his afterglow. He wiped his hand on one of the couch cushions and picked up the receiver.
"Who the fuck is it?" said Schuldig.
"You will be at my office by noon, in the best suit you have."
Shit. It was Reiji, and he sounded pissed. Schuldig looked at the time.
"It's quarter to," said Schuldig. "I can't get there that fast."
Reiji's office was twenty minutes away.
"If you had picked up the first time I called, you would be here by now," said Reiji. "So you'd better run."
Reiji hung up on him, and Schuldig set the phone down.
"Crap," he said. "Crap, crap, crap."
He sprinted around the apartment, getting clothes, shoes, keys, wallet, gun. He got dressed, then got undressed because he was going to sweat through the suit if he had to really run. Then he put the suit back on again, because if he was going to have bet that fast, he definitely wasn't going to have time to change. He cursed Crawford because Crawford had been the one to pick out the suit, and it was white. It would look awful, wrinkled and dusty and sweaty.
Schuldig checked the time again. 11:47.
He raced out the door.
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Schuldig took the elevator up to Reiji's office, and used the thirty seconds of not running to push his sweaty hair out of his face and straighten his jacket. It was all he could do and he knew he looked like crap. Schuldig had his fingers crossed that he wouldn't be meeting anyone important today.
He knocked once on Reiji's door, then opened it. Reiji was on the phone. He frowned when he saw Schuldig, but he didn't stop talking. Instead, he beckoned. Schuldig came closer.
"Excuse me one moment, Minister," said Reiji.
His thick fingers stabbed a button on the phone, and he put the phone down.
"You are late," said Reiji.
Schuldig looked at the clock on the wall. 12:03.
"I got here as fast as I could," he said.
"Do you know who I am on the phone with?" said Reiji. "The Minister of Finance."
Schuldig gleaned an impression of the man from Reiji's unguarded thoughts.
"He is an extremely tedious man, but I must listen to him because he is important," said Reiji. "You will stay with me, through the phone call, and you will relieve my boredom."
Reiji pushed back from his desk, and Schuldig groaned. Reiji wasn't wearing anything below the waist, and his dick was stiff, an angry red and pointing upward already.
"We can't keep the Minister of Finance waiting any more, can we?" said Reiji. "Maybe I'll have time to fuck you properly before my one o'clock meeting, if the Minister isn't a windbag like usual."
So Schuldig knelt, and Reiji slid his cock into Schuldig's mouth. Reiji started rocking back and forth in his chair before he picked up the phone again. He cleared his throat, a luxury which Schuldig did not have.
"Hello, Minister," said Reiji. "I apologize for the delay. My secretary is a clumsy woman: she forgot a file I wanted to discuss with you."
He yanked hard on Schuldig's hair, and Schuldig groaned again, though the sound was muffled by the flesh jammed deep in his throat. That fucking hurt. Reiji thrust harder, and Schuldig could see he was biting his lower lip with pleasure. Schuldig let his teeth scrape, just a little, in retaliation. Reiji's eyes glittered, and he shot a meaningful look at Schuldig, a look that promised nothing good.
"Yes Minister, I do have that proposal in front of me," said Reiji. "I'm looking it over now."
He picked up a file folder from the desk and gave Schuldig a slap across the back of the head with it, and Schuldig jerked forward. Some of Reiji's pubes went into his nose, and he did his best to snort them out again. Bastard. Reiji proceeded to prop the folders up on Schuldig's head and read from them, aloud, to the Minister.
He didn't let Schuldig up for air while he was reading, and it was some sort of super-boring industrial stuff, so all Schuldig could do was concentrate on holding his breath and letting Reiji's cock slide in and out of his throat, swallowing around him when he could because even though Reiji was a complete ass, his dick tasted good, and Schuldig was drooling.
At long last, when his lungs were burning and little spots were dancing before his eyes, Schuldig felt the weight of the file lift from his head.
"Yes Minister," said Reiji. "I will hold."
The phone thumped onto the desk, and Reiji steered Schuldig by the bangs off his cock and he hauled him half onto his lap. Schuldig gasped for air and glared daggers up at Reiji.
"You used your teeth on me, so I didn't want to give you another opportunity," said Reiji. "But you seem to like that, so I suppose it isn't the punishment I was aiming for."
Reiji caressed Schuldig almost tenderly with one hand, massaging the crotch of Schuldig's pants. No denying it, Schuldig was hard from the manhandling and the taste of Reiji in his mouth.
"Fuck you," said Schuldig.
Reiji laughed.
"I think not, little whore," he said. "But I will do you a favor, just this once."
It was clear in his thoughts that Schuldig would owe him for whatever the favor was, and he would collect mercilessly, repeatedly for it.
Reiji picked up the phone again.
"Ah, Minister," he said. "If it is all right with you, I will put you on speaker. I would like both of my hands free to sort through the files."
"Thank you for your understanding, Minister," said Reiji.
And he punched another button, and the room filled with the Minister's crackly voice.
"So what do you think of our prospects, Takatori-san?" he said.
"Well," said the Minister. "I-"
Schuldig tuned out because Reiji slid his dick in his mouth again, and was raking his nails over Schuldig's nipples. He hissed around Reiji's dick. It was fucking childish, making Schuldig give him a blowjob while talking to the Minister, and Schuldig felt the childish pleasure Reiji derived from it. It fucked with his head, leaving him warm and fuzzy even though he did his best to wall Reiji out. Few normals had the sort of focus Reiji did, and that made him dangerous, because that focus drilled into Schuldig, just like his dick. It made Schuldig want.
Reiji rolled Schuldig's nipples through his shirt, pinching them to bloodlessness, then letting go and rubbing. Schuldig wanted to cry out, and his dick spasmed in the pants of his suit. And then Reiji's hand reached lower.
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At last, a very, very long time later, the Minister hung up. Reiji'd blown his load once, straight down Schuldig's throat, and Schuldig had worked like a fucking dog to get him hard again. Meanwhile, he himself was suffering under Reiji's not-so-tender ministrations.
His chest felt like one big bruise, and both his nipples throbbed. His dick was chafed but unsatisfied, and his balls were painfully tight. And, at some point during the blowjob from hell, Reiji had jammed one of his thumbs up Schuldig's ass. He'd made noise on that one, and Reiji had spun a one-liner about the stupid female secretary who had brought her dog to work. She would, of course, be fired for that idiocy. The Minister approved, not knowing the truth.
But Reiji wasn't done. Schuldig could feel the lust boiling in his brain. It was still a relief not to have that dick scraping all the skin from the inside of his throat for a minute. He coughed and swallowed.
"Now," said Reiji. "On the desk."
And Reiji summarily ruined the shirt that went with the suit: he tore it open to get at Schuldig properly. He also broke the zipper on Schuldig's pants, and he used his office scissors to snip Schuldig's underwear away. He shoved Schuldig back on the desk, and, before he could ask, Schuldig spread his legs.
"Here comes the favor," said Reiji.
He uncapped a bottle of lube and squeezed some directly into Schuldig's ass.
"Shit that's cold," said Schuldig.
He squeezed involuntarily, trying to keep the cold out.
"Shut up," said Reiji.
And he pushed both thumbs into Schuldig, spreading him much too hard and much too fast. Sparks flew in Schuldig's vision. Reiji kept his thumbs in there, too, and Schuldig could feel the tepid air of the room creeping into his body. It brought a new meaning to Schuldig's understanding of the word gaping. He flexed uncomfortably.
"Hold still, whore," said Reiji.
Reiji aimed, and Schuldig had just a second's worth of cock against hole, and then Reiji was barreling in, pinning him with his dick to the desk, like a butterfly on a board. For a minute Reiji stood still, and Schuldig could feel everything: dick and thumbs inside him, balls resting against him, the blotter beneath his back. Reiji took his hands back and laid one on Schuldig's nipples. He twisted.
"Christ!" said Schuldig.
Reiji grabbed Schuldig's cock and stroked hard, yanking precome out of him, like what was spurting out wasn't enough. Schuldig felt his insides jerk.
And then Reiji snapped his hips forward.
Again.
And again.
Schuldig panted with an open mouth and tried not to look at Reiji's face, which was twisted with pleasure. His ass burned, and his knees cramped, and Reiji pounded, again and again. The telephone got knocked off the desk, and Schuldig's elbows slid all over. His prostate felt like it was on fire every time Reiji touched it, and his dick thought Reiji's rough handling was divine.
Schuldig came, and he splattered his belly and his chest, and his come smeared over Reiji's chest and belly and curled-up fingers too.
Reiji didn't stop touching Schuldig. He kept going.
+++
Schuldig inserted the key in the lock of the apartment. He was fucking exhausted. He actually had to lean against the door to stay upright. The door swung open, and there stood Crawford.
"I told you so," he said.
"Fuck you," said Schuldig.
"How was your birthday?" said Crawford.
Schuldig shuddered, unable to answer.
Reiji had stopped in the middle of a round, told his secretary to push the meeting back, and he'd kept going until Schuldig thought he was going to pass out. When Reiji was finally, finally done, and every sperm cell Schuldig possessed had exited his body, Reiji tossed him a paper towel to clean up with. A rough paper towel.
"Get out," said Reiji.
Schuldig had flipped him off and stalked-limped-stalked to the door, and Reiji walked behind him. Schuldig could feel him leering at his handiwork.
"By the way, Schuldig," said Reiji. "You're welcome."
Schuldig had slammed the office door in Reiji's stupid smug asshole face.
"You'll be pleased to know our leaders are happy with your efforts," said Crawford. "And they expect you to continue your current performance until we have Reiji hooked."
Right now, the gleam in Crawford's eyes didn't look like amusement or pleasure. It looked like lust. Filthy, secondhand lust. Crawford looked just like Reiji for a second.
"By the way, happy birthday," said Crawford.
"Fuck them too," said Schuldig. "And fuck you double."
He wondered how much of the afternoon Crawford had foreseen, and what he might have seen, already, for the next time that Schuldig felt, down to his bones, would be coming someday soon.
Schuldig pushed past Crawford and staggered to his own bed. He was too tired for a bath, too tired to eat, too tired to move anymore.
It would be a fucking miracle if he got to his next birthday intact.
The thought made him despair and grin at the same time.
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Okay. Maybe I can work on something else now. XD
~later