Weiss Kreuz (Crawford/Schuldig)
Title: Herding Cats
Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: R
Word Count: 961
Summary: Crawford needs to lighten up a little.
Author's Notes: Occurs pre-anime timeline. For the springkink July Spring Kink Fest, prompt: July : #60. Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Giving up control - "when you relinquish the desire to control your future, you can have more happiness"
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“Why do you do this to yourself?”
Crawford let the Vision slip from his mind at the interruption. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the orange-headed blur leaning in the doorway to his office. Without his glasses, he narrowed his eyes against the light, the pain shooting through his pupils to burn at the back of his goddamned head. He covered his eyes with a hand until he could tolerate it. “Information, Schuldig. We need it, this is the best way to get it.”
He made a sound and, if Crawford didn’t know better, it rang of disapproval. “If you say so,” Schuldig said. “Or, you know, you could send one of us out to get that information for you. Us, being the rest of your ‘team’.”
His hand fell away and he leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. “Nagi could find nothing, Farfarello’s already out following someone and you,” he let his head rock against the seat back to face Schuldig, squinting so the light wasn’t so blinding, “weren’t here earlier.”
Schuldig reached over and turned off the overhead light with a snap. “I had business to take care of.” He became less of a blur to Crawford as he shut the door and sauntered into the office to stand on the other side of Crawford’s desk. “I’m here now. Want to tell me or do I blow you and wrest it from your mind while I’m at it?”
“Your seduction needs a little polish.”
“It worked, didn’t it? You’re hard as a rock now just from the thought I might drop to my knees, fish out your dick and suck you like the Second Coming.”
Crawford’s hand moved over his lap and yes, Schuldig was right, he was hard. “Now you’re just teasing.”
“It serves you right.” Schuldig perched on the edge of his desk unmindful of the papers he wrinkled and crushed.
The paperwork was unsalvageable now. Sighing, Crawford reached out for his glasses, only to have them end up in Schuldig’s hands. The telepath folded them up and placed them in his pocket, out of Crawford’s reach. “Is there something I can do for you, Schuldig?”
“You can learn to relax. I haven’t been in the flat ten minutes and already I have a residual headache from the pounding one in your skull right now. Hence my earlier question.”
“I don’t need to be a prescient to realize we just had this conversation.”
“You never did answer me.”
“What part of information did you mi- Schuldig. I’d love for you to stay and chat.” Crawford rose from his chair and circled around the desk. He hooked a hand under Schuldig’s arm to pull him off the desk to escort him to the door. “But I have things to do and you’re disturbing me.”
Wheeling around, Schuldig pulled his arm out of Crawford’s grip. He lifted and turned, ending with Crawford pinned against the office door and Schuldig leaning behind him, one of Crawford’s arms now trapped between them. Schuldig lifted it higher and readjusted his hold. “You know, Crawford, you’d probably be a lot happier if you pried your inner control freak off this desire to control your future.”
His mouth ghosted over Crawford’s ear and blew a cool line down his neck. “There are more pleasant things to be thinking and doing.” Crawford shuddered. The hard line of Schuldig’s cock pressed against his ass. The lethal energy that spiraled between them was intoxicating. He pushed back against Schuldig, only to have the telepath get heavier somehow, much like a cat in your lap who doesn’t want you to get up.
“It’s the only life I know, Schuldig.”
“A life you’ve dragged three of us into. Either learn to trust us or let us go.”
“You,” Crawford gritted out between clenched teeth, “were not here.”
“I,” Schuldig mimicked Crawford, “am a telepath. Sometimes, I can even operate independently - shocking, I realize. I was out getting your information.”
He released Crawford’s wrist and stepped back, giving Crawford the freedom to turn around and lean against the door. Pushing a hand through his dark hair, Crawford nodded slowly. Schuldig was right, as much as it pained him to admit that. He hadn’t been giving the rest of Schwarz enough credit.
Schwarz was still new but at some point he’d need to simply trust they would do what needed to be done with minimum guidance. Even if seemed less like working as a team and more like herding a bunch of cats.
//Of course I’m right, Crawford. You aren’t the only anal-retentive one here who makes sure he’s right before following up on something.// Schuldig shrugged and handed Crawford his glasses. “So are you going to stand there all day or drop your trousers so I can give you my report?”
The knock at the door interrupted him. The wood muffled Farfarello’s soft brogue. “I’m back and have something for you, Crawford, when you and Schuldig are finished fucking.”
There wasn’t a chance to reply before Schuldig’s mouth was on him, clashing and demanding. Their bodies aligned, cock to cock and Crawford swallowed Schuldig’s moan. His hands buried in Schuldig’s hair, fingers gripping right at the scalp and if the roof fell in on them, it couldn’t pry him off the Schuldig’s mouth.
The kiss wasn’t anything other than what it was - demanding attention from Crawford and Crawford giving in to his own desires.
Then Schuldig pulled away with a wicked smile. “Guess it’ll have to be later. Farfarello is not the sort to be kept waiting.” Schuldig reached around Crawford and waited until he moved before opening the door and heading out into hallway, leaving Crawford to wonder just when he’d lost control.
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Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: R
Word Count: 961
Summary: Crawford needs to lighten up a little.
Author's Notes: Occurs pre-anime timeline. For the springkink July Spring Kink Fest, prompt: July : #60. Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Giving up control - "when you relinquish the desire to control your future, you can have more happiness"
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“Why do you do this to yourself?”
Crawford let the Vision slip from his mind at the interruption. He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the orange-headed blur leaning in the doorway to his office. Without his glasses, he narrowed his eyes against the light, the pain shooting through his pupils to burn at the back of his goddamned head. He covered his eyes with a hand until he could tolerate it. “Information, Schuldig. We need it, this is the best way to get it.”
He made a sound and, if Crawford didn’t know better, it rang of disapproval. “If you say so,” Schuldig said. “Or, you know, you could send one of us out to get that information for you. Us, being the rest of your ‘team’.”
His hand fell away and he leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh. “Nagi could find nothing, Farfarello’s already out following someone and you,” he let his head rock against the seat back to face Schuldig, squinting so the light wasn’t so blinding, “weren’t here earlier.”
Schuldig reached over and turned off the overhead light with a snap. “I had business to take care of.” He became less of a blur to Crawford as he shut the door and sauntered into the office to stand on the other side of Crawford’s desk. “I’m here now. Want to tell me or do I blow you and wrest it from your mind while I’m at it?”
“Your seduction needs a little polish.”
“It worked, didn’t it? You’re hard as a rock now just from the thought I might drop to my knees, fish out your dick and suck you like the Second Coming.”
Crawford’s hand moved over his lap and yes, Schuldig was right, he was hard. “Now you’re just teasing.”
“It serves you right.” Schuldig perched on the edge of his desk unmindful of the papers he wrinkled and crushed.
The paperwork was unsalvageable now. Sighing, Crawford reached out for his glasses, only to have them end up in Schuldig’s hands. The telepath folded them up and placed them in his pocket, out of Crawford’s reach. “Is there something I can do for you, Schuldig?”
“You can learn to relax. I haven’t been in the flat ten minutes and already I have a residual headache from the pounding one in your skull right now. Hence my earlier question.”
“I don’t need to be a prescient to realize we just had this conversation.”
“You never did answer me.”
“What part of information did you mi- Schuldig. I’d love for you to stay and chat.” Crawford rose from his chair and circled around the desk. He hooked a hand under Schuldig’s arm to pull him off the desk to escort him to the door. “But I have things to do and you’re disturbing me.”
Wheeling around, Schuldig pulled his arm out of Crawford’s grip. He lifted and turned, ending with Crawford pinned against the office door and Schuldig leaning behind him, one of Crawford’s arms now trapped between them. Schuldig lifted it higher and readjusted his hold. “You know, Crawford, you’d probably be a lot happier if you pried your inner control freak off this desire to control your future.”
His mouth ghosted over Crawford’s ear and blew a cool line down his neck. “There are more pleasant things to be thinking and doing.” Crawford shuddered. The hard line of Schuldig’s cock pressed against his ass. The lethal energy that spiraled between them was intoxicating. He pushed back against Schuldig, only to have the telepath get heavier somehow, much like a cat in your lap who doesn’t want you to get up.
“It’s the only life I know, Schuldig.”
“A life you’ve dragged three of us into. Either learn to trust us or let us go.”
“You,” Crawford gritted out between clenched teeth, “were not here.”
“I,” Schuldig mimicked Crawford, “am a telepath. Sometimes, I can even operate independently - shocking, I realize. I was out getting your information.”
He released Crawford’s wrist and stepped back, giving Crawford the freedom to turn around and lean against the door. Pushing a hand through his dark hair, Crawford nodded slowly. Schuldig was right, as much as it pained him to admit that. He hadn’t been giving the rest of Schwarz enough credit.
Schwarz was still new but at some point he’d need to simply trust they would do what needed to be done with minimum guidance. Even if seemed less like working as a team and more like herding a bunch of cats.
//Of course I’m right, Crawford. You aren’t the only anal-retentive one here who makes sure he’s right before following up on something.// Schuldig shrugged and handed Crawford his glasses. “So are you going to stand there all day or drop your trousers so I can give you my report?”
The knock at the door interrupted him. The wood muffled Farfarello’s soft brogue. “I’m back and have something for you, Crawford, when you and Schuldig are finished fucking.”
There wasn’t a chance to reply before Schuldig’s mouth was on him, clashing and demanding. Their bodies aligned, cock to cock and Crawford swallowed Schuldig’s moan. His hands buried in Schuldig’s hair, fingers gripping right at the scalp and if the roof fell in on them, it couldn’t pry him off the Schuldig’s mouth.
The kiss wasn’t anything other than what it was - demanding attention from Crawford and Crawford giving in to his own desires.
Then Schuldig pulled away with a wicked smile. “Guess it’ll have to be later. Farfarello is not the sort to be kept waiting.” Schuldig reached around Crawford and waited until he moved before opening the door and heading out into hallway, leaving Crawford to wonder just when he’d lost control.
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