Weiss Kreuz (Crawford/Schuldig)
Title: Language Lessons
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word count: 1,470
Prompt: Historical AU - A poor American becomes the tutor of a German aristocrat's spoiled son.
“Guten tag, Herr Meyer.”
“Guten tag, Herr Crawford.”
“I am pleased that you sought my services,” Crawford said, shaking his employer’s hand.
“You were in need and I was in need,” Herr Meyer said. “The poor scholars are in need of bread and I will provide some for you.”
“Thank you,” Crawford said. He set down his bag. “How much of the English language has your son learned?”
“Not much,” Herr Meyer said. “He is willful and his tutors give up within the first few days. There was one teacher who got close, but my son. He threw a fit. I try to teach him, but I am busy.”
“I see,” Crawford said. “What is his name?”
“He calls himself Schuldig,” Herr Meyer said. “His mother lets him do what he wants. She has the money, you know.”
“I would like to meet with him.”
Herr Meyer led Crawford to Schuldig’s room and knocked on the door.
“Verbotener Eingang!”
“He is in one of his moods, you better see him later.”
“I’ll see him now,” Crawford said. His spectacles flashed in the lamp light.
“Viel Glück,” Herr Meyer murmured.
“I’ll not need luck, Herr Meyer.”
Crawford pushed open the door and strode inside the room. The door slammed shut behind him and he faced a rueful young man with a mop of orange hair.
“Verbotener Eingang!”
“That is not the way to greet your teacher,” Crawford said. “My name is Herr Crawford.”
“Amerikaner,” he spat.
“You’re supposed to be an aristocrat? You look more like a roughed up alley cat, spoiled from overfeeding,” Crawford said. “I’m here to let you know that I’m not here to take your shit. You will learn from me or face the consequences.”
He pressed against the German and growled, “Unlike your parents, I will give you a good licking. I’ve beaten my other charges and you’ll be no different, rich brat or not. I will punish you. Ich sage es noch einmal, damit Sie es nicht vergessen. I will punish you.”
Schuldig nodded and grunted.
“You will speak English when spoken to,” Crawford said. “You appear to understand me.”
“Ja…erm…yes.”
“Good,” Crawford said. “I’ll see you 7am sharp tomorrow morning.”
The next morning, Schuldig rolled out of bed to the face of his tutor.
“Ach!!”
“You’re late.”
“Vhat are you doing in my room?!”
“This is where you will study,” Crawford said. “I’ve placed the books I want you to review on your desk. Now please, put on some clothes. As impressive as you are Schuldig, I don’t want to see that all day.”
Schuldig blushed and threw a pillow over his goods. Impressive, did he say impressive?
“Did you say something?”
“Nein, Herr Crawford.”
“In English, please.”
“No, Mr. Crawford.”
“That’s better,” Crawford said. He tossed his charge some pants and turned around.
The day went on with a flurry of language lessons, ranging from grammar, punctuation, writing, and most importantly speaking eloquently in conversation. By the time they finished, it was nearing sunset.
“Are ve done yet?”
Crawford looked to the window. “For today, I’ll see you the same time tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t I get a break?!”
“If you demonstrate continued good behavior, I’ll think about it.”
Schuldig’s head connected with the desk.
Crawford smiled and pat his shoulder before he left the room.
A week of rigid studies continued before Crawford allowed Schuldig a break.
“Gott sei Dank!”
“I’ll let that slide for today,” Crawford said.
Schuldig bounded for the door and stopped in his tracks as he reached for the handle. He clutched at his head and kneeled to the floor.
“Are you all right?”
“Ich habe Kopfschmerzen,” Schuldig murmured dizzily.
Crawford gently lifted Schuldig from the ground and guided him over to the bed.
“Rest here,” he placed a hand on Schuldig’s forehead. “Have these headaches happened before?”
Schuldig turned away from him.
“It’s because of the voices you hear,” Crawford said.
“H..how do you know about that?”
“You’re not the only with a special ability,” Crawford said quietly. “That’s why your parents spoil you; they keep you here to protect you from the world, don’t they?”
Schuldig winced at another stab of pain. “Ja. They threaten to send me to his school.”
“Shield yourself,” Crawford said. “Create a barrier between yourself and the voices.” He paused, “a school?”
“It’s horrible,” Schuldig said. “A man come from the school and he look inside me. I told my Vater und Mutter that I was not going to be taught by him.”
“I see,” Crawford said. He noticed that Schuldig’s language skills became more broken when he was afraid. “Well, I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about him.”
“Gut,” Schuldig murmured sleepily.
“Rest and try those shields I told you about,” Crawford said. He sat beside the bed, keeping watch over his student until he fell asleep.
Schuldig woke up later that evening to find his teacher sleeping in a chair beside him. “Herr Crawford,” he whispered. When he got no answer he found himself staring at the American. His eyes roamed downward and he let loose a smile.
“Your thoughts are projecting,” Crawford said.
“Ach! Sorry!”
“It’s all right,” Crawford said. “I didn’t mind the thoughts.”
Schuldig swallowed and wrung the blanket in his hands.
Crawford sat beside him and asked, “Do you wish me to leave?”
“No.”
“Do you wish me to give you another lesson?”
“Yes.”
Crawford smiled and leaned forward to kiss his student.
Schuldig kissed back awkwardly and soon realized that he had to take his time. He pawed at Crawford’s shirt, surprised to hear a chuckle at his action.
“Was?”
“You remind me of a puppy,” Crawford said. He reached his hand beneath the blanket, “Darf ich, bitte?”
“B..bitte,” Schuldig stammered. There was something about the way Crawford talked in his language that turned him on. Maybe it was because he expected the man to be so smooth and the rough, guttural language was such a contrast to the image he put forth.
“You’re hard already,” Crawford said. He stroked the youth, pleased by the moans he received. He pulled away to remove Schuldig’s shirt and intended to take his time removing the pants. However, Schuldig took care of that for him.
“Eager, are we?”
Crawford took a vial of oil from his pant’s pocket and lathered his hands. “This will help to ease the pain.” He rubbed the oil around Schuldig’s length, taking care to rub the head with his thumb.
Schuldig released onto his hand and stammered an apology.
“It’s all right,” Crawford said. He leaned down to kiss the tip and Schuldig shivered. “I’m going to stretch you out before I enter.”
“O..okay.”
Crawford pressed a finger into Schuldig’s ass and winced at the shout that echoed in his skull. “You’re projecting, Schuldig.” He pressed in deeper and moved his fingers back and forth with each word. “You…must…learn…control…over…that.”
“Lass das,” Schuldig whimpered.
“Trust me,” Crawford said. He pressed in another finger, taking his time to wiggle it around before yanking it out quick. He undid his pants and oiled his length.
Schuldig watched Crawford and hardened as the man lathered oil onto himself. He struggled to pull away from Crawford when he approached and gasped as the hardness was pressed against his ass.
“Ready?”
“Ja- ach!”
Crawford pushed in slow and winced at the muscles that clenched him. “Calm down, Schuldig. Relax!” He massaged Schuldig’s thighs, moving to the inner muscles before he fondled the balls. He stroked them gently, trying to coax Schuldig into a relaxed state.
The muscles relinquished their grip and Crawford pushed forward again. When he met resistance he settled into a rhythm.
Schuldig mewled beneath Crawford, a mixture of pain and more pain dulling his senses. When he felt something within him explode he cried out. The pleasure was so great that it hurt. He released and fell into white hot light.
He felt a hand pet his cheek and he blinked open his eyes. “Es tut mir leid.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Crawford said. “People faint, it happens.”
“Ich liebe dich,” Schuldig said.
“We’ll see about that,” Crawford kissed him and whispered, “I still expect you at 7am tomorrow for your studies.”
“Was?! Ich kann nicht mehr!”
“In English.”
“But, I’m tired. Please, I’ll give you something sweet.”
“Oh?”
Schuldig fumbled into his drawer. “Schokolade. Es schmeckt gut.”
Crawford blinked at the chocolate bar that was waved in front of his nose. He accepted the chocolate and took a bite, lying down beside the youth. “Well, I suppose your studies can wait until 10am.”
“Dank- thank you!”
Schuldig hugged his arm and Crawford turned his chin to kiss him, the taste of chocolate passing between them.
A mental purr brushed Crawford’s mind. I think I like learning.
Good, I have much to teach you.
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Translations (courtesy of Living Language German Dictionary):
Guten Tag - Hello, Good afternoon
Verbotener Eingang! - Keep out!
Viel Glück - Good luck.
Gott sei Dank! - Thank God!
Ich habe Kopfschmerzen - I have a headache
Darf ich, bitte? - May I, please?
Bitte - Please
Lass das - Don’t
Es tut mir leid - I am sorry.
Ich liebe dich - I love you.
Was?! Ich kann nicht mehr! - What?! I’m exhausted!
Schokolade. Es schmeckt gut - Chocolate. It tastes good.
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word count: 1,470
Prompt: Historical AU - A poor American becomes the tutor of a German aristocrat's spoiled son.
“Guten tag, Herr Meyer.”
“Guten tag, Herr Crawford.”
“I am pleased that you sought my services,” Crawford said, shaking his employer’s hand.
“You were in need and I was in need,” Herr Meyer said. “The poor scholars are in need of bread and I will provide some for you.”
“Thank you,” Crawford said. He set down his bag. “How much of the English language has your son learned?”
“Not much,” Herr Meyer said. “He is willful and his tutors give up within the first few days. There was one teacher who got close, but my son. He threw a fit. I try to teach him, but I am busy.”
“I see,” Crawford said. “What is his name?”
“He calls himself Schuldig,” Herr Meyer said. “His mother lets him do what he wants. She has the money, you know.”
“I would like to meet with him.”
Herr Meyer led Crawford to Schuldig’s room and knocked on the door.
“Verbotener Eingang!”
“He is in one of his moods, you better see him later.”
“I’ll see him now,” Crawford said. His spectacles flashed in the lamp light.
“Viel Glück,” Herr Meyer murmured.
“I’ll not need luck, Herr Meyer.”
Crawford pushed open the door and strode inside the room. The door slammed shut behind him and he faced a rueful young man with a mop of orange hair.
“Verbotener Eingang!”
“That is not the way to greet your teacher,” Crawford said. “My name is Herr Crawford.”
“Amerikaner,” he spat.
“You’re supposed to be an aristocrat? You look more like a roughed up alley cat, spoiled from overfeeding,” Crawford said. “I’m here to let you know that I’m not here to take your shit. You will learn from me or face the consequences.”
He pressed against the German and growled, “Unlike your parents, I will give you a good licking. I’ve beaten my other charges and you’ll be no different, rich brat or not. I will punish you. Ich sage es noch einmal, damit Sie es nicht vergessen. I will punish you.”
Schuldig nodded and grunted.
“You will speak English when spoken to,” Crawford said. “You appear to understand me.”
“Ja…erm…yes.”
“Good,” Crawford said. “I’ll see you 7am sharp tomorrow morning.”
The next morning, Schuldig rolled out of bed to the face of his tutor.
“Ach!!”
“You’re late.”
“Vhat are you doing in my room?!”
“This is where you will study,” Crawford said. “I’ve placed the books I want you to review on your desk. Now please, put on some clothes. As impressive as you are Schuldig, I don’t want to see that all day.”
Schuldig blushed and threw a pillow over his goods. Impressive, did he say impressive?
“Did you say something?”
“Nein, Herr Crawford.”
“In English, please.”
“No, Mr. Crawford.”
“That’s better,” Crawford said. He tossed his charge some pants and turned around.
The day went on with a flurry of language lessons, ranging from grammar, punctuation, writing, and most importantly speaking eloquently in conversation. By the time they finished, it was nearing sunset.
“Are ve done yet?”
Crawford looked to the window. “For today, I’ll see you the same time tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t I get a break?!”
“If you demonstrate continued good behavior, I’ll think about it.”
Schuldig’s head connected with the desk.
Crawford smiled and pat his shoulder before he left the room.
A week of rigid studies continued before Crawford allowed Schuldig a break.
“Gott sei Dank!”
“I’ll let that slide for today,” Crawford said.
Schuldig bounded for the door and stopped in his tracks as he reached for the handle. He clutched at his head and kneeled to the floor.
“Are you all right?”
“Ich habe Kopfschmerzen,” Schuldig murmured dizzily.
Crawford gently lifted Schuldig from the ground and guided him over to the bed.
“Rest here,” he placed a hand on Schuldig’s forehead. “Have these headaches happened before?”
Schuldig turned away from him.
“It’s because of the voices you hear,” Crawford said.
“H..how do you know about that?”
“You’re not the only with a special ability,” Crawford said quietly. “That’s why your parents spoil you; they keep you here to protect you from the world, don’t they?”
Schuldig winced at another stab of pain. “Ja. They threaten to send me to his school.”
“Shield yourself,” Crawford said. “Create a barrier between yourself and the voices.” He paused, “a school?”
“It’s horrible,” Schuldig said. “A man come from the school and he look inside me. I told my Vater und Mutter that I was not going to be taught by him.”
“I see,” Crawford said. He noticed that Schuldig’s language skills became more broken when he was afraid. “Well, I’m here, so you don’t have to worry about him.”
“Gut,” Schuldig murmured sleepily.
“Rest and try those shields I told you about,” Crawford said. He sat beside the bed, keeping watch over his student until he fell asleep.
Schuldig woke up later that evening to find his teacher sleeping in a chair beside him. “Herr Crawford,” he whispered. When he got no answer he found himself staring at the American. His eyes roamed downward and he let loose a smile.
“Your thoughts are projecting,” Crawford said.
“Ach! Sorry!”
“It’s all right,” Crawford said. “I didn’t mind the thoughts.”
Schuldig swallowed and wrung the blanket in his hands.
Crawford sat beside him and asked, “Do you wish me to leave?”
“No.”
“Do you wish me to give you another lesson?”
“Yes.”
Crawford smiled and leaned forward to kiss his student.
Schuldig kissed back awkwardly and soon realized that he had to take his time. He pawed at Crawford’s shirt, surprised to hear a chuckle at his action.
“Was?”
“You remind me of a puppy,” Crawford said. He reached his hand beneath the blanket, “Darf ich, bitte?”
“B..bitte,” Schuldig stammered. There was something about the way Crawford talked in his language that turned him on. Maybe it was because he expected the man to be so smooth and the rough, guttural language was such a contrast to the image he put forth.
“You’re hard already,” Crawford said. He stroked the youth, pleased by the moans he received. He pulled away to remove Schuldig’s shirt and intended to take his time removing the pants. However, Schuldig took care of that for him.
“Eager, are we?”
Crawford took a vial of oil from his pant’s pocket and lathered his hands. “This will help to ease the pain.” He rubbed the oil around Schuldig’s length, taking care to rub the head with his thumb.
Schuldig released onto his hand and stammered an apology.
“It’s all right,” Crawford said. He leaned down to kiss the tip and Schuldig shivered. “I’m going to stretch you out before I enter.”
“O..okay.”
Crawford pressed a finger into Schuldig’s ass and winced at the shout that echoed in his skull. “You’re projecting, Schuldig.” He pressed in deeper and moved his fingers back and forth with each word. “You…must…learn…control…over…that.”
“Lass das,” Schuldig whimpered.
“Trust me,” Crawford said. He pressed in another finger, taking his time to wiggle it around before yanking it out quick. He undid his pants and oiled his length.
Schuldig watched Crawford and hardened as the man lathered oil onto himself. He struggled to pull away from Crawford when he approached and gasped as the hardness was pressed against his ass.
“Ready?”
“Ja- ach!”
Crawford pushed in slow and winced at the muscles that clenched him. “Calm down, Schuldig. Relax!” He massaged Schuldig’s thighs, moving to the inner muscles before he fondled the balls. He stroked them gently, trying to coax Schuldig into a relaxed state.
The muscles relinquished their grip and Crawford pushed forward again. When he met resistance he settled into a rhythm.
Schuldig mewled beneath Crawford, a mixture of pain and more pain dulling his senses. When he felt something within him explode he cried out. The pleasure was so great that it hurt. He released and fell into white hot light.
He felt a hand pet his cheek and he blinked open his eyes. “Es tut mir leid.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” Crawford said. “People faint, it happens.”
“Ich liebe dich,” Schuldig said.
“We’ll see about that,” Crawford kissed him and whispered, “I still expect you at 7am tomorrow for your studies.”
“Was?! Ich kann nicht mehr!”
“In English.”
“But, I’m tired. Please, I’ll give you something sweet.”
“Oh?”
Schuldig fumbled into his drawer. “Schokolade. Es schmeckt gut.”
Crawford blinked at the chocolate bar that was waved in front of his nose. He accepted the chocolate and took a bite, lying down beside the youth. “Well, I suppose your studies can wait until 10am.”
“Dank- thank you!”
Schuldig hugged his arm and Crawford turned his chin to kiss him, the taste of chocolate passing between them.
A mental purr brushed Crawford’s mind. I think I like learning.
Good, I have much to teach you.
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Translations (courtesy of Living Language German Dictionary):
Guten Tag - Hello, Good afternoon
Verbotener Eingang! - Keep out!
Viel Glück - Good luck.
Gott sei Dank! - Thank God!
Ich habe Kopfschmerzen - I have a headache
Darf ich, bitte? - May I, please?
Bitte - Please
Lass das - Don’t
Es tut mir leid - I am sorry.
Ich liebe dich - I love you.
Was?! Ich kann nicht mehr! - What?! I’m exhausted!
Schokolade. Es schmeckt gut - Chocolate. It tastes good.