Fic: Shatter (Hard R/Soft NC-17) for indelicateink
Author: summerbutterfly
Recipient: indelicateink
Title: Shatter
Rating: Hard R/ soft NC-17
Characters/Pairing(s): Crawford/Schuldig, implied Crawford/OFC, implied Schuldig/OMC
Summary: (From the original prompt) Rosenkreuz. Post-graduation team assignments are not unlike arranged marriages. However, though matched with different partners, Crawford and Schuldig will find a way to have a future together.
Warnings/Content: language, sexual content (implied and not-so-implied), alternate universe-ish where Crawford and Schu are closer in age.
Word Count: 2,714
Author's Notes: Thank you, 2nds2disaster for the invaluable beta. Happy Kreuzmas, indelicateink. I hope you like.
He was standing at the top of the corridor, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket. To anyone else, he would have cut an imposing figure.
To Schuldig, he was simply a sexy silhouette.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked.
“You know they didn’t.” Schuldig sidled up, confident and cocky. “And even if they did, they mistook me for that little French girl from Class B. You know the one. What’s her name? Angelique?”
“Angelique? The Marquis’ daughter?”
“Yes, her. Pretty little thing.” He reached out, trailing his fingers over the silk of Crawford’s tie. “Not really my type, though.”
“No, I would think not.” Crawford pushed his hand away. “She’s far too refined for the likes of you.”
Schuldig stepped back, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “What’s up your ass tonight? Something I should know about?”
“Maybe I’m just not in the mood.”
“What? Are you kidding? We’re finally free of this hell hole and you’re not in the mood?”
“Graduating doesn’t make us free, Schuldig. It just marks the beginning of a new phase of servitude.”
Schuldig’s eyes narrowed. Even in the dim light, he could see that Crawford looked tired.
Which meant one of two things. Either he’d been working late again or he’d been Seeing.
If he’d been Seeing....
“Fuck me,” he said. “You know.”
Crawford adjusted his glasses.
“When?” Schuldig demanded. “Where?”
“You’re the telepath, you tell me.”
“Tell you? Tell you what? That I can tell you Saw something?”
Crawford snickered. “The one time I give you permission to read something out of my head you act like you don’t understand. Should I try addressing you in German? Or are you still pretending you’re a Spanish sniper this week?”
The edges of his mouth turned up into a sardonic smile.
The smugness of the expression rankled almost as much as the jibe.
“Don’t be a dick, Crawford. You know I could read it out of you if I wanted to.”
“So why don’t you?”
“Because my telepathy is not some cheap party trick. Not to mention you are a big boy and perfectly capable of using your words.”
Crawford looked at him for a long moment. Had Schuldig been anyone else, there would have been physical retribution.
But Schuldig wasn’t just anyone.
“Fine,” Crawford conceded. “You want to know? I’ll tell you. Tomorrow, you leave for Russia. You and Isaac are heading up the military strike team in Moscow and will be infiltrating the KGB. Congratulations. You can now add ‘comrade’ to your list of multiple personalities.”
Schuldig felt the sharp sting of bile, bitter in the back of his throat. “Moscow?” he repeated. “Moscow? With fucking Isaac?”
“Moscow is the most prestigious assignment you could have received.”
“Since when am I interested in prestige?”
“Since when are you not?”
Schuldig grit his teeth. Moscow. Icy, land-locked tundras and the one-pill-away-from-a- hair-trigger psycho pawn. He couldn’t imagine anything worse.
“If you didn’t want top billing, you should have failed more classes. Don’t act like this is coming as any sort of surprise.”
“Yes, well, who was it that told me failure was not an option?”
“Failure is not an option. Which is why you are going to go, and you are going to do what they tell you and you are going to do it right.”
“With Isaac? The plebian idiot?” Schuldig shook his head. “Why don’t you just toss me out naked in the snow with a broom up my ass! At least then I might have a fair chance!”
Crawford chuckled. “As lovely as that image is, I think you might be overreacting.”
“You say that because you’re not the lamb being sacrificed.”
“Schuldig please. You are a lot of things, but you are certainly not a lamb.”
Schuldig frowned and slouched against the wall.
Crawford walked over, hands coming to rest on either side of Schuldig’s face. “You’ll get out,” he said. “You are far too intelligent to be taken down by rank-and-file secret police.”
“Yes but when? When do I get out? Five minutes with Isaac is five minutes too long and if we’re talking years...”
Crawford touched Schuldig’s jaw, thumb flirting along the line of his carotid artery. “I don’t know when,” he said. “I haven’t Seen when. I just know you will.”
“Some precognitive you are.”
Crawford pressed down, hard enough to make the other man wince. “Don’t question me. The moment you waver is the moment your future will change. Unconditional belief is what sets our path. I’ve told you this.”
Schuldig inhaled a raspy breath. “Jesus Crawford, calm the fuck down. I was teasing.” Schuldig pulled his fingers off. “What’s with the hair trigger tonight?”
Crawford said nothing.
Schuldig sighed. “Fine. At least tell me I’m still sexy when I get out. Moscow isn’t going to ruin my looks, is it?”
“No, if anything it will improve them.” Crawford brought his palm around to cup Schuldig’s chin. “The next time I see you, your hair is its natural color.”
“You have something against green?”
“I do. It’s hideous. You look like something out of a bad anime.”
“You’ve never complained before.”
“That’s because I don’t fuck you for your looks.”
Schuldig laughed, nipping playfully at the edge of Crawford’s finger. “I’d say you’ve hurt my feelings, but I’ve always considered my brains and my moral ambiguity to be two of my finer qualities.”
“I’m afraid I would have to agree.”
“If you agree, we should kiss and make up.”
“Maybe later.”
Schuldig pouted, but was mollified when Crawford showed no sign of moving away. “So what about you?” he asked. “Where are you going?”
“Japan. I am to become the assistant to the head of Asian operations.”
“You? A secretary. Perish the thought!”
“Secretary only in name.” Here, Crawford smirked and Schuldig didn’t like the little trickle of unease that worked its way down his spine. “There’s a good deal more to it than that as Takashi has found Robyn to be...very desirable.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning I will be imparting Robyn will all sort of knowledge. Essett is very interested in boosting her genetics.”
Schuldig lip curled. Grabbing the front of Crawford’s jacket, he yanked him close. “Tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”
Crawford’s smile only darkened.
Schuldig tightened his grip. “You so much as lay a finger on that little Welsh tart and I’ll come to Japan and slit your throat!” His fingers dug into the fabric, knuckles turning white. “I will not be cast off because you want to play at being an Essett stud, Crawford. I am you lover, not that bitch!”
Crawford leaned into Schuldig’s hold. “While I admit you are ravishing in bed Schuldig, your tight little ass does not override an Essett direct order. If they say to fuck her, I will fuck her. It’s as simple as that.”
Schuldig growled. He was right, of course, but that didn’t mean Schuldig had to like it.
“Don’t worry,” Crawford assured him. “You have nothing to lose any sleep over. While it will be entertaining as hell to watch her try and keep up, she is going to break before I’ve even begun to play. It will be disappointing, really. She could have had so much potential.”
Schuldig relaxed his grip just a fraction. “You bastard,” he murmured. “Do the feelings of a young girl mean nothing to you?”
Crawford’s grin turned wolfish. “What do I need a mouse for when I’ve got such a beautiful jungle cat?”
“A beautiful, Talented jungle cat. You forgot that part. Robyn’s a genius, but sadly so very normal.”
“How do you survive toting around an ego that big?”
“Eighteen years of practice.” Schuldig let his hand slide up to touch Crawford’s lips. They were soft under his fingers, slightly dry, and he licked his own as he pulled him into a kiss. Crawford responded, hips pressing him hard into the wall. Schuldig groaned a little as their cocks brushed.
One of Crawford’s hands slipped inside the buttons on Schuldig’s shirt.
“I thought you weren’t in the mood,” Schuldig murmured.
“I wasn’t,” Crawford said. “But then you got belligerent. You know I love it when you sass me.”
The hand not down his shirt reached for the front of his pants. Schuldig arched, fingers digging into Crawford’s arm. Crawford’s teeth nipped the side of his neck.
“Are you prepared?” Crawford’s breath was hot against his ear. Hotter even than the hand wrapping itself around his cock.
“Ja,” Schuldig affirmed.
Crawford tightened his grip. “Rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“No.” Schuldig squirmed as Crawford swiped his thumb back and forth over the head of his cock. “I just know you. You’re a stone-cold bastard, but you love to fuck. You can’t resist me when I’m laid out in front of you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” Crawford palmed him, squeezing his cock before moving to take hold of his hips. “Well, if that is indeed a fact, turn around.”
Smiling, Schuldig did, pants slipping down of their own accord, baring his ass to Crawford’s firm, calloused grip. He’d forgone any sort of underwear, figuring Crawford would like that. And if Crawford’s gentle kneading was any indication, he certainly did.
“Such a slut,” Crawford murmured. His finger traced Schuldig’s opening, already wet with lube. “Are you going to do this with Isaac, too? Let him fuck you like this?”
“Since you’ll be fucking Robyn, it seems only fair.”
Crawford yanked him back, pressing their bodies together. “Robyn is business.”
“Well then Isaac is business, too.”
Crawford fisted Schuldig’s hair, and pushed his erection against Schuldig’s ass. “Do you feel that?” he asked. “Do you feel how hard you’re making me? You think you’re making me jealous, but you’re only turning me on.”
Schuldig moaned, shivering as Crawford licked his ear. “Then fuck me,” he whispered. “Right here. Right where anyone could see.”
“Or maybe I should make you wait.” Schuldig heard the soft pop of buttons. “Maybe I should work you up to the point you let me do whatever I want and you don’t care what that means. Maybe it should be like that night we spent in Dubai.”
Schuldig closed his eyes. “Don’t fucking tease me, Crawford. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Oh but I mean it. First, however, I’m going to remind you who’s in charge.”
Crawford bit him again, teeth scraping down the side of his throat. And then a tidal wave of need, want and unmitigated desire crashed straight into him.
“Ahhhh!” Schuldig gasped.
The blunt tip of Crawford’s cock teased his entrance. “What’s the matter?”
Schuldig’s knees trembled and his nails dug helplessly into the wall. “I...fuck...is that...”
Crawford pushed past the tight outer muscle. “Me showing you my thoughts? Yes.”
Schuldig bit his lip. “I feel you,” he whispered. “You’re so deep.”
“I can go deeper.”
Schuldig whimpered and flattened his palms against the cool plaster. There was a moment of stillness, and then Crawford pushed, going straight into his mind as he buried himself in Schuldig’s ass.
Schuldig moaned. Crawford’s lust was molten, and it poured into him, drowning out his own desires. This was hardly the first time things had been rough, but Crawford had never dominated him with this kind of intensity. He’d never taken both his body and his mind, and Schuldig wavered between ecstasy and terror as Crawford began to thrust, sliding in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Fuck, shit. Crawford!”
“Shut up,” Crawford murmured. “Shut up and feel this and remember who owns you.”
“You’ll never own me. That’s why you do this. Because I won’t break.”
Crawford’s hips twisted and Schuldig saw stars. “You know me so well,” he murmured. “When did I let that happen?”
“Years ago when we first met. When you recognized that I was special like you. You said to me then that we would always be too good for anyone but each other. And then you made me suck you off. Right there, in my bedroom.”
“I don’t think I made you as you were the one that grabbed for my belt.” Crawford sucked at the soft skin behind Schuldig’s ear. “And you were the one promising all kinds of sexual treats if I kept your secrets.”
“Well, it worked, didn’t it? You trusted me.”
“I already knew it wouldn’t be a mistake, but yes. The promise of gaining a lover was too good to pass up.”
Crawford’s hands left his hips, trailing over his stomach to once again take his cock. Schuldig writhed as Crawford stroked him, precome spilling over Crawford’s fingers.
“Come,” Crawford whispered.
“No.”
“Yes.” Crawford stroked faster, harder.
Schuldig moaned. “Brad!” he gasped, and came hard all over the wall.
******
The tarmac was flat, grey and lifeless in the light of dawn. Next to an unmarked, twin-engine plane, Schuldig and Isaac stood side-by-side in khaki green, hair shorn, capped visors clasped to their chests. To anyone that didn’t know better, they looked like any other young cadets being sworn into service, but Robyn knew the black cases at their feet held the kind of classified information capable of toppling even the most stable of military structures. And she knew that because she’d been the one to hack the computer system and find the names for the assassination list.
After Schuldig, Robyn had been second highest recruit in their graduating class.
Two more points, and she’d have been wearing the KGB uniform instead of him.
“Something wrong?” Crawford’s hand touched the back of her shoulder, his warm, solid presence filling the empty space.
“Not wrong,” she said. “I was just thinking how close I came to getting Moscow.”
“Oh? Really? So you are every bit the prodigy Takashi made you out to be?”
Robyn looked at him, knowing Crawford was deliberately playing dumb. Being paired with her meant he’d had access to her entire academic history, just as she’d had access to his and she knew he’d looked.
She certainly had.
“I can hold my own,” Robyn said. “I aspire to become a field agent, but I assume they’ve assigned me to Tokyo because of my code-breaking skills. It was the one thing I outscored Schuldig on during final assessments. In a way, it makes sense.”
“Ah. I see.”
Across the way, there was movement. Schuldig and Isaac were picking up their cases and preparing to board the plane. Isaac kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the nothing of the far distance, but Schuldig turned and glanced at them as he put his visor on his head.
If you lick the little patch of skin behind his balls, he comes apart. It’s his favorite sexual act and the way into Crawford’s mind, meine liebe, is through his dick. Remember that.
Robyn started. “Did you say something?” she demanded.
Crawford looked at her blankly. “No, I’m afraid I didn’t. Why?”
“No reason. I just thought...I heard someone.”
She looked back at the plane. Isaac was already halfway up the gangway, but Schuldig was trailing behind. He seemed to be smiling about something, and Robyn could have sworn she even saw him laugh.
It made her irritated.
“He seems awful flippant for someone about to depart for Essett’s most important foreign assignment,” she noted.
“Hm. Well, he is known to have an ego,” Crawford said. “I didn’t know him that well, but he certainly walked around campus like he owned it.”
“It’s hard to get over your own aristocratic privilege, even when no one is all that interested in your ancient bloodline.” The wind blew, and Robyn tucked her scarf tighter. “Either way, shall we get going? We’ve seen them off as requested and Takashi is expecting us this evening.”
“Yes, let’s.” Crawford flashed her a cool, controlled smile, and swept his arm down, indicating that she should lead. Robyn lifted her chin and started off, heading for the warm enclosure of the main terminal.
Because her back was turned, she missed Crawford’s chuckle and his fond glance at the closing door of Schuldig and Isaac’s plane.
What she didn’t miss, though, was the faint whisper of a voice tickling the edge of her brain. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, love. Good luck.
Robyn ignored it and kept walking.
Recipient: indelicateink
Title: Shatter
Rating: Hard R/ soft NC-17
Characters/Pairing(s): Crawford/Schuldig, implied Crawford/OFC, implied Schuldig/OMC
Summary: (From the original prompt) Rosenkreuz. Post-graduation team assignments are not unlike arranged marriages. However, though matched with different partners, Crawford and Schuldig will find a way to have a future together.
Warnings/Content: language, sexual content (implied and not-so-implied), alternate universe-ish where Crawford and Schu are closer in age.
Word Count: 2,714
Author's Notes: Thank you, 2nds2disaster for the invaluable beta. Happy Kreuzmas, indelicateink. I hope you like.
He was standing at the top of the corridor, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket. To anyone else, he would have cut an imposing figure.
To Schuldig, he was simply a sexy silhouette.
“Did anyone see you?” he asked.
“You know they didn’t.” Schuldig sidled up, confident and cocky. “And even if they did, they mistook me for that little French girl from Class B. You know the one. What’s her name? Angelique?”
“Angelique? The Marquis’ daughter?”
“Yes, her. Pretty little thing.” He reached out, trailing his fingers over the silk of Crawford’s tie. “Not really my type, though.”
“No, I would think not.” Crawford pushed his hand away. “She’s far too refined for the likes of you.”
Schuldig stepped back, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “What’s up your ass tonight? Something I should know about?”
“Maybe I’m just not in the mood.”
“What? Are you kidding? We’re finally free of this hell hole and you’re not in the mood?”
“Graduating doesn’t make us free, Schuldig. It just marks the beginning of a new phase of servitude.”
Schuldig’s eyes narrowed. Even in the dim light, he could see that Crawford looked tired.
Which meant one of two things. Either he’d been working late again or he’d been Seeing.
If he’d been Seeing....
“Fuck me,” he said. “You know.”
Crawford adjusted his glasses.
“When?” Schuldig demanded. “Where?”
“You’re the telepath, you tell me.”
“Tell you? Tell you what? That I can tell you Saw something?”
Crawford snickered. “The one time I give you permission to read something out of my head you act like you don’t understand. Should I try addressing you in German? Or are you still pretending you’re a Spanish sniper this week?”
The edges of his mouth turned up into a sardonic smile.
The smugness of the expression rankled almost as much as the jibe.
“Don’t be a dick, Crawford. You know I could read it out of you if I wanted to.”
“So why don’t you?”
“Because my telepathy is not some cheap party trick. Not to mention you are a big boy and perfectly capable of using your words.”
Crawford looked at him for a long moment. Had Schuldig been anyone else, there would have been physical retribution.
But Schuldig wasn’t just anyone.
“Fine,” Crawford conceded. “You want to know? I’ll tell you. Tomorrow, you leave for Russia. You and Isaac are heading up the military strike team in Moscow and will be infiltrating the KGB. Congratulations. You can now add ‘comrade’ to your list of multiple personalities.”
Schuldig felt the sharp sting of bile, bitter in the back of his throat. “Moscow?” he repeated. “Moscow? With fucking Isaac?”
“Moscow is the most prestigious assignment you could have received.”
“Since when am I interested in prestige?”
“Since when are you not?”
Schuldig grit his teeth. Moscow. Icy, land-locked tundras and the one-pill-away-from-a- hair-trigger psycho pawn. He couldn’t imagine anything worse.
“If you didn’t want top billing, you should have failed more classes. Don’t act like this is coming as any sort of surprise.”
“Yes, well, who was it that told me failure was not an option?”
“Failure is not an option. Which is why you are going to go, and you are going to do what they tell you and you are going to do it right.”
“With Isaac? The plebian idiot?” Schuldig shook his head. “Why don’t you just toss me out naked in the snow with a broom up my ass! At least then I might have a fair chance!”
Crawford chuckled. “As lovely as that image is, I think you might be overreacting.”
“You say that because you’re not the lamb being sacrificed.”
“Schuldig please. You are a lot of things, but you are certainly not a lamb.”
Schuldig frowned and slouched against the wall.
Crawford walked over, hands coming to rest on either side of Schuldig’s face. “You’ll get out,” he said. “You are far too intelligent to be taken down by rank-and-file secret police.”
“Yes but when? When do I get out? Five minutes with Isaac is five minutes too long and if we’re talking years...”
Crawford touched Schuldig’s jaw, thumb flirting along the line of his carotid artery. “I don’t know when,” he said. “I haven’t Seen when. I just know you will.”
“Some precognitive you are.”
Crawford pressed down, hard enough to make the other man wince. “Don’t question me. The moment you waver is the moment your future will change. Unconditional belief is what sets our path. I’ve told you this.”
Schuldig inhaled a raspy breath. “Jesus Crawford, calm the fuck down. I was teasing.” Schuldig pulled his fingers off. “What’s with the hair trigger tonight?”
Crawford said nothing.
Schuldig sighed. “Fine. At least tell me I’m still sexy when I get out. Moscow isn’t going to ruin my looks, is it?”
“No, if anything it will improve them.” Crawford brought his palm around to cup Schuldig’s chin. “The next time I see you, your hair is its natural color.”
“You have something against green?”
“I do. It’s hideous. You look like something out of a bad anime.”
“You’ve never complained before.”
“That’s because I don’t fuck you for your looks.”
Schuldig laughed, nipping playfully at the edge of Crawford’s finger. “I’d say you’ve hurt my feelings, but I’ve always considered my brains and my moral ambiguity to be two of my finer qualities.”
“I’m afraid I would have to agree.”
“If you agree, we should kiss and make up.”
“Maybe later.”
Schuldig pouted, but was mollified when Crawford showed no sign of moving away. “So what about you?” he asked. “Where are you going?”
“Japan. I am to become the assistant to the head of Asian operations.”
“You? A secretary. Perish the thought!”
“Secretary only in name.” Here, Crawford smirked and Schuldig didn’t like the little trickle of unease that worked its way down his spine. “There’s a good deal more to it than that as Takashi has found Robyn to be...very desirable.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning I will be imparting Robyn will all sort of knowledge. Essett is very interested in boosting her genetics.”
Schuldig lip curled. Grabbing the front of Crawford’s jacket, he yanked him close. “Tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it does.”
Crawford’s smile only darkened.
Schuldig tightened his grip. “You so much as lay a finger on that little Welsh tart and I’ll come to Japan and slit your throat!” His fingers dug into the fabric, knuckles turning white. “I will not be cast off because you want to play at being an Essett stud, Crawford. I am you lover, not that bitch!”
Crawford leaned into Schuldig’s hold. “While I admit you are ravishing in bed Schuldig, your tight little ass does not override an Essett direct order. If they say to fuck her, I will fuck her. It’s as simple as that.”
Schuldig growled. He was right, of course, but that didn’t mean Schuldig had to like it.
“Don’t worry,” Crawford assured him. “You have nothing to lose any sleep over. While it will be entertaining as hell to watch her try and keep up, she is going to break before I’ve even begun to play. It will be disappointing, really. She could have had so much potential.”
Schuldig relaxed his grip just a fraction. “You bastard,” he murmured. “Do the feelings of a young girl mean nothing to you?”
Crawford’s grin turned wolfish. “What do I need a mouse for when I’ve got such a beautiful jungle cat?”
“A beautiful, Talented jungle cat. You forgot that part. Robyn’s a genius, but sadly so very normal.”
“How do you survive toting around an ego that big?”
“Eighteen years of practice.” Schuldig let his hand slide up to touch Crawford’s lips. They were soft under his fingers, slightly dry, and he licked his own as he pulled him into a kiss. Crawford responded, hips pressing him hard into the wall. Schuldig groaned a little as their cocks brushed.
One of Crawford’s hands slipped inside the buttons on Schuldig’s shirt.
“I thought you weren’t in the mood,” Schuldig murmured.
“I wasn’t,” Crawford said. “But then you got belligerent. You know I love it when you sass me.”
The hand not down his shirt reached for the front of his pants. Schuldig arched, fingers digging into Crawford’s arm. Crawford’s teeth nipped the side of his neck.
“Are you prepared?” Crawford’s breath was hot against his ear. Hotter even than the hand wrapping itself around his cock.
“Ja,” Schuldig affirmed.
Crawford tightened his grip. “Rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“No.” Schuldig squirmed as Crawford swiped his thumb back and forth over the head of his cock. “I just know you. You’re a stone-cold bastard, but you love to fuck. You can’t resist me when I’m laid out in front of you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm.” Crawford palmed him, squeezing his cock before moving to take hold of his hips. “Well, if that is indeed a fact, turn around.”
Smiling, Schuldig did, pants slipping down of their own accord, baring his ass to Crawford’s firm, calloused grip. He’d forgone any sort of underwear, figuring Crawford would like that. And if Crawford’s gentle kneading was any indication, he certainly did.
“Such a slut,” Crawford murmured. His finger traced Schuldig’s opening, already wet with lube. “Are you going to do this with Isaac, too? Let him fuck you like this?”
“Since you’ll be fucking Robyn, it seems only fair.”
Crawford yanked him back, pressing their bodies together. “Robyn is business.”
“Well then Isaac is business, too.”
Crawford fisted Schuldig’s hair, and pushed his erection against Schuldig’s ass. “Do you feel that?” he asked. “Do you feel how hard you’re making me? You think you’re making me jealous, but you’re only turning me on.”
Schuldig moaned, shivering as Crawford licked his ear. “Then fuck me,” he whispered. “Right here. Right where anyone could see.”
“Or maybe I should make you wait.” Schuldig heard the soft pop of buttons. “Maybe I should work you up to the point you let me do whatever I want and you don’t care what that means. Maybe it should be like that night we spent in Dubai.”
Schuldig closed his eyes. “Don’t fucking tease me, Crawford. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Oh but I mean it. First, however, I’m going to remind you who’s in charge.”
Crawford bit him again, teeth scraping down the side of his throat. And then a tidal wave of need, want and unmitigated desire crashed straight into him.
“Ahhhh!” Schuldig gasped.
The blunt tip of Crawford’s cock teased his entrance. “What’s the matter?”
Schuldig’s knees trembled and his nails dug helplessly into the wall. “I...fuck...is that...”
Crawford pushed past the tight outer muscle. “Me showing you my thoughts? Yes.”
Schuldig bit his lip. “I feel you,” he whispered. “You’re so deep.”
“I can go deeper.”
Schuldig whimpered and flattened his palms against the cool plaster. There was a moment of stillness, and then Crawford pushed, going straight into his mind as he buried himself in Schuldig’s ass.
Schuldig moaned. Crawford’s lust was molten, and it poured into him, drowning out his own desires. This was hardly the first time things had been rough, but Crawford had never dominated him with this kind of intensity. He’d never taken both his body and his mind, and Schuldig wavered between ecstasy and terror as Crawford began to thrust, sliding in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Fuck, shit. Crawford!”
“Shut up,” Crawford murmured. “Shut up and feel this and remember who owns you.”
“You’ll never own me. That’s why you do this. Because I won’t break.”
Crawford’s hips twisted and Schuldig saw stars. “You know me so well,” he murmured. “When did I let that happen?”
“Years ago when we first met. When you recognized that I was special like you. You said to me then that we would always be too good for anyone but each other. And then you made me suck you off. Right there, in my bedroom.”
“I don’t think I made you as you were the one that grabbed for my belt.” Crawford sucked at the soft skin behind Schuldig’s ear. “And you were the one promising all kinds of sexual treats if I kept your secrets.”
“Well, it worked, didn’t it? You trusted me.”
“I already knew it wouldn’t be a mistake, but yes. The promise of gaining a lover was too good to pass up.”
Crawford’s hands left his hips, trailing over his stomach to once again take his cock. Schuldig writhed as Crawford stroked him, precome spilling over Crawford’s fingers.
“Come,” Crawford whispered.
“No.”
“Yes.” Crawford stroked faster, harder.
Schuldig moaned. “Brad!” he gasped, and came hard all over the wall.
******
The tarmac was flat, grey and lifeless in the light of dawn. Next to an unmarked, twin-engine plane, Schuldig and Isaac stood side-by-side in khaki green, hair shorn, capped visors clasped to their chests. To anyone that didn’t know better, they looked like any other young cadets being sworn into service, but Robyn knew the black cases at their feet held the kind of classified information capable of toppling even the most stable of military structures. And she knew that because she’d been the one to hack the computer system and find the names for the assassination list.
After Schuldig, Robyn had been second highest recruit in their graduating class.
Two more points, and she’d have been wearing the KGB uniform instead of him.
“Something wrong?” Crawford’s hand touched the back of her shoulder, his warm, solid presence filling the empty space.
“Not wrong,” she said. “I was just thinking how close I came to getting Moscow.”
“Oh? Really? So you are every bit the prodigy Takashi made you out to be?”
Robyn looked at him, knowing Crawford was deliberately playing dumb. Being paired with her meant he’d had access to her entire academic history, just as she’d had access to his and she knew he’d looked.
She certainly had.
“I can hold my own,” Robyn said. “I aspire to become a field agent, but I assume they’ve assigned me to Tokyo because of my code-breaking skills. It was the one thing I outscored Schuldig on during final assessments. In a way, it makes sense.”
“Ah. I see.”
Across the way, there was movement. Schuldig and Isaac were picking up their cases and preparing to board the plane. Isaac kept his eyes straight ahead, focusing on the nothing of the far distance, but Schuldig turned and glanced at them as he put his visor on his head.
If you lick the little patch of skin behind his balls, he comes apart. It’s his favorite sexual act and the way into Crawford’s mind, meine liebe, is through his dick. Remember that.
Robyn started. “Did you say something?” she demanded.
Crawford looked at her blankly. “No, I’m afraid I didn’t. Why?”
“No reason. I just thought...I heard someone.”
She looked back at the plane. Isaac was already halfway up the gangway, but Schuldig was trailing behind. He seemed to be smiling about something, and Robyn could have sworn she even saw him laugh.
It made her irritated.
“He seems awful flippant for someone about to depart for Essett’s most important foreign assignment,” she noted.
“Hm. Well, he is known to have an ego,” Crawford said. “I didn’t know him that well, but he certainly walked around campus like he owned it.”
“It’s hard to get over your own aristocratic privilege, even when no one is all that interested in your ancient bloodline.” The wind blew, and Robyn tucked her scarf tighter. “Either way, shall we get going? We’ve seen them off as requested and Takashi is expecting us this evening.”
“Yes, let’s.” Crawford flashed her a cool, controlled smile, and swept his arm down, indicating that she should lead. Robyn lifted her chin and started off, heading for the warm enclosure of the main terminal.
Because her back was turned, she missed Crawford’s chuckle and his fond glance at the closing door of Schuldig and Isaac’s plane.
What she didn’t miss, though, was the faint whisper of a voice tickling the edge of her brain. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, love. Good luck.
Robyn ignored it and kept walking.