Weiss Kreuz (Farfarello/Schuldig, Crawford)
Title: Russian Roulette
Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: R
Word Count: 610
Summary: Nothing makes Crawford more irritable than not being able to have what he wants.
A/N: July 20: #56. Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Possession - implied Farfarello/Schuldig "You want me because someone else has me."
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It was well after midnight when Schuldig came strolling in. Crawford was not in the mood to be trifled with, suffering from a severe case of irritation, which was only compounded by Schuldig’s rather smug expression when their gazes met across the living room.
Across the floor and in Schuldig’s face in a record number of strides, Crawford grabbed Schuldig and swung him around.
Schuldig’s back collided with the wall and it knocked the breath from his lungs, stealing away his tuneless, and annoyingly happy, humming. His hands gripped Crawford’s wrists and tugged to get the prescient to release his jacket. Crawford didn’t budge and he held Schuldig fast.
“You’re late, Schuldig,” Crawford said in low tones. His nose wrinkled and he bent forward to inhale. He made a face. “And you reek of sex.”
Twisting, Schuldig peeked over at Crawford’s watch and nodded. “It appears I am. You waited up. I’m touched.”
His hands gripped a little tighter. He wedged his leg between Schuldig’s thighs and lifted, getting a moan in response. For an inexplicable reason, that pleased Crawford. “I’m tired of your games.”
“Tired…of my games?” Schuldig’s bitter laughter rang out. “That’s rich, coming from you. You play your Oracle card more often than you realize, Crawford, acting superior in your ‘advanced warning system’.” He lifted his gaze and challenged Crawford with a look. Rocking his hips against Crawford’s thigh, Schuldig bit at his lip and let his eyes flutter closed just momentarily in a pose of such sweet seduction that Crawford felt a swell of desire well up within. It ran perilously close to feeling out of control.
Then Schuldig’s eyes opened and he pinned Crawford with a hard glare, taking the control back. “You are the master of games, you son of a bitch.”
“You know nothing.”
“Don’t I?” Schuldig extended an index finger and lowered his head to point to his temple. “Telepath.
“Where there was no one, you had little to do with me except to satisfy your little power games. Now that there’s someone in the way, you want me. Which is it, Crawford? Or is it you only want what is now unattainable?” Schuldig’s eyebrows rose when he realized he hit a nerve. “Oh is that it? Forbidden fruit? Want what you can’t have? Knowing Farfarello would cut you to ribbons?”
“I didn’t take Farfarello to be a jealous lover.” Crawford frowned. He couldn’t See any visions with Farfarello or how he’d react, one way or another. That was disturbing in and of itself.
Dangerous, as well, considering how his body was reacting with Schuldig so close now.
“Certainly not like you are. Maybe, he’d just do it on principle. Or could be that he wouldn’t care. Feel up for a round of Russian Roulette?” Schuldig’s tongue touched at his upper lip and he grinned defiantly. “Take me into your office, bend me over your desk, ride me until I’m howling your name and see if the chamber is empty.”
Crawford thumped Schuldig against the wall and released him. He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair. The problem was Schuldig was right. The challenge he issued had merit, knowing Crawford would be playing with fire and that he wanted to.
“Don’t be late again.” Crawford headed down the hallway to put distance between them. Aroused after their exchange, he wouldn’t give Schuldig the satisfaction of pursuing it any farther. He could use the argument that sex between team members was dangerous. It could interfere with the smooth running of their assignment.
It already was, just not in Crawford’s favor. And he didn’t like that.
Not one bit.
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Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating: R
Word Count: 610
Summary: Nothing makes Crawford more irritable than not being able to have what he wants.
A/N: July 20: #56. Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Possession - implied Farfarello/Schuldig "You want me because someone else has me."
*~*~*
It was well after midnight when Schuldig came strolling in. Crawford was not in the mood to be trifled with, suffering from a severe case of irritation, which was only compounded by Schuldig’s rather smug expression when their gazes met across the living room.
Across the floor and in Schuldig’s face in a record number of strides, Crawford grabbed Schuldig and swung him around.
Schuldig’s back collided with the wall and it knocked the breath from his lungs, stealing away his tuneless, and annoyingly happy, humming. His hands gripped Crawford’s wrists and tugged to get the prescient to release his jacket. Crawford didn’t budge and he held Schuldig fast.
“You’re late, Schuldig,” Crawford said in low tones. His nose wrinkled and he bent forward to inhale. He made a face. “And you reek of sex.”
Twisting, Schuldig peeked over at Crawford’s watch and nodded. “It appears I am. You waited up. I’m touched.”
His hands gripped a little tighter. He wedged his leg between Schuldig’s thighs and lifted, getting a moan in response. For an inexplicable reason, that pleased Crawford. “I’m tired of your games.”
“Tired…of my games?” Schuldig’s bitter laughter rang out. “That’s rich, coming from you. You play your Oracle card more often than you realize, Crawford, acting superior in your ‘advanced warning system’.” He lifted his gaze and challenged Crawford with a look. Rocking his hips against Crawford’s thigh, Schuldig bit at his lip and let his eyes flutter closed just momentarily in a pose of such sweet seduction that Crawford felt a swell of desire well up within. It ran perilously close to feeling out of control.
Then Schuldig’s eyes opened and he pinned Crawford with a hard glare, taking the control back. “You are the master of games, you son of a bitch.”
“You know nothing.”
“Don’t I?” Schuldig extended an index finger and lowered his head to point to his temple. “Telepath.
“Where there was no one, you had little to do with me except to satisfy your little power games. Now that there’s someone in the way, you want me. Which is it, Crawford? Or is it you only want what is now unattainable?” Schuldig’s eyebrows rose when he realized he hit a nerve. “Oh is that it? Forbidden fruit? Want what you can’t have? Knowing Farfarello would cut you to ribbons?”
“I didn’t take Farfarello to be a jealous lover.” Crawford frowned. He couldn’t See any visions with Farfarello or how he’d react, one way or another. That was disturbing in and of itself.
Dangerous, as well, considering how his body was reacting with Schuldig so close now.
“Certainly not like you are. Maybe, he’d just do it on principle. Or could be that he wouldn’t care. Feel up for a round of Russian Roulette?” Schuldig’s tongue touched at his upper lip and he grinned defiantly. “Take me into your office, bend me over your desk, ride me until I’m howling your name and see if the chamber is empty.”
Crawford thumped Schuldig against the wall and released him. He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair. The problem was Schuldig was right. The challenge he issued had merit, knowing Crawford would be playing with fire and that he wanted to.
“Don’t be late again.” Crawford headed down the hallway to put distance between them. Aroused after their exchange, he wouldn’t give Schuldig the satisfaction of pursuing it any farther. He could use the argument that sex between team members was dangerous. It could interfere with the smooth running of their assignment.
It already was, just not in Crawford’s favor. And he didn’t like that.
Not one bit.
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