Fic: Sight of Passage (R) for oracle_dreams
Author: lady_ganesh
Recipient: oracle_dreams
Title: Sight of Passage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Crawford/Schuldig, a little Crawford/Nagi
Summary: Nagi learns a lot about life. And his teammates.
Warnings/Content: A little violence, an underage young man's sad attempts to get some
Word Count: ~1400
Author's Notes: This isn't quite as funny or Crawford-licious as I'd originally intended but I hope it still fits the bill!
The first time Nagi tried to fuck Crawford, he was fifteen and a half, his girlfriend had just died (well, sort of), and he'd had enough of being treated like a kid.
He'd cleaned out Schuldig's wallet and gone to Takashimaya. The suit they'd fitted him for had been fantastic; a deep, rich grey, with just a hint of herringbone. He'd picked a dark blue silk tie.
He'd looked fantastic. Sophisticated. Older.
Crawford had laughed and shut his bedroom door in Nagi's face.
Schuldig had laughed too. "Better luck in a couple of years, kid." Nagi made him trip on the carpet, but it didn't really make him feel any better.
The second time, he was sixteen, they were in Washington, DC, and Farfarello had retired.
Retired. Nagi hadn't though assassins could do that. He hadn't really thought about the future at all; Rosenkreuz had done a pretty good job convincing him that he didn't have one. Even the tower falling hadn't done much to change that. But what they'd done in Europe had changed things. Freedom felt more possible than it had been since Crawford had found him.
No one in America wore glasses, and hardly anyone smoked, like they had in Europe. "Why doesn't Crawford have contacts?" Nagi asked Schuldig, and Schuldig just giggled.
"Shut up," Crawford snapped. They'd both been short with each other since Sylvia Lin died.
"Of course," Schuldig said, grinning maniacally. "I'd never give away your secrets, Fearless Leader."
Crawford sighed. "Get out. I need quiet."
"Fine," Schuldig said, waving his hand. "I'll go shopping."
Nagi smirked into his book.
"Both of you," Crawford said. "Out of the suite. Don't come back before seven."
Schuldig bowed with a flourish; Nagi just shook his head.
This time, when Nagi came back to the suite at five minutes before seven, he wasn't wearing a suit or anything over the top. Just jeans -- admittedly jeans that fit very well -- and a black t-shirt. Simple. Not trying to pretend he was anything but himself.
He could hear voices through the door. He froze with the key card in the slot.
"Crawford," Schuldig panted. "Crawford, you asshole, yes -- harder -- fucking yes--"
Nagi sighed. At least his laptop was charged. He could get coffee somewhere.
Nagi looked up at the ceiling and wondered how Schuldig was. They'd all been knocked around at the school, but Schuldig had been burned badly, and Nagi had ended up dragging he and Crawford to one of their old Essett contacts. The guy had bandaged Schuldig's side, asked them if they thought Essett was really gone, and told them never to come back.
"Gladly," Nagi had muttered as they left. He'd helped Crawford get Schuldig back to their suite in Chiyoda and settled Schuldig into the low pullout couch; jostling him in his current condition would make everyone suffer, and the master bed was pretty high. Crawford had taken Nagi by the arm and dragged him into the other bedroom. They'd collapsed into bed, Crawford's glasses clattering onto the bedstand, and Nagi didn't remember anything else beyond the blissful oblivion of sleep.
It wasn't dawn yet; the night was still thick and black outside the windows, though the city lights still crept in. Nagi's birthday was in ten days. He'd be eighteen. It felt strange.
"He's going to sleep a while longer," Crawford said in the dark.
Nagi nodded.
Crawford raised a hand to Nagi's hair, gentle, almost a question.
"Schuldig--"
"He's not going to care," Crawford said, his breath soft on Nagi's cheek. "He's been trying to get me to do this for years."
Nagi was still tired. But Crawford felt good, and Nagi's breath was already coming fast. He rolled on top of Crawford, not bothering with the lights, and hissed with pleasure as their bodies connected.
Nagi woke first and checked on Schuldig, who was snoring loudly into his pillow. There was a single message on Nagi's voicemail; Mamoru, of course, but nothing that wouldn't wait. It was close to noon; he hadn't been that exhausted in years. He walked back into the bedroom just as Crawford was raising his glasses to his face.
Oh.
"Yes," Crawford said, pre-emptively annoyed. "I know."
His eyes were tiny. No wonder he'd never worn contacts. No wonder he'd looked so odd and unbalanced in the monocle. No wonder he'd always put his glasses on before he ever left the bedroom. He looked...almost....
Pig-like.
Laughter erupted from the main room of the suite.
"You're going to hurt your dressing if you laugh too hard," Crawford snapped, and the laughter got louder.
I haven't even told you what he was thinking.
"I just need to get used to it," Nagi stammered. "I--"
"Just shut up," Crawford said.
"Shit," Schuldig gasped. "My side hurts."
"Good," Crawford snapped. "Suffer."
Nagi briefly considered crushing them both under the nearest furniture.
"I'm ordering room service," Crawford announced, getting out of bed. He was shirtless, and his boxers didn't leave much to the imagination. He looked amazing, now that he had his glasses back on. It was weird. "Do either of you want anything?"
"Sausage," Schuldig said. "Lots of sausage. And a milkshake."
"Whatever you want," Nagi said. "Just order two of them." He walked over to Schuldig. "You okay?"
"Hurts like hell." You can probably talk him into another round when he's eaten. Just give his wounded ego a little time to heal.
Nagi knelt down by the pullout bed. You really don't mind?
Schuldig grinned. Psychics always know where they stand. Besides, I think he's hot with the glasses off.
Nagi laughed in spite of himself. "It was better than the monocle, I guess."
"He said he couldn't get through security with glasses. Nobody'd remember anything but the monocle if he wore it in." Schuldig sighed. That part was true, at least. Even though it looked stupid. He said it'd break in the fight anyway.
"I can get you out of the country when you're ready to travel," Nagi said. "Even with glasses. What are you doing next?"
Crawford hung up the phone. "We're going to go back to Rosenkreuz and burn it down. I'm taking a shower, get the food when it comes."
"You don't get to give me orders any more," Nagi said. Crawford ignored him and walked into the bathroom.
You should take a shower next. You reek. Schuldig was getting tired again; he always slipped more into mental speech then.
"Yeah," Nagi said. "After I eat."
Food, Schuldig thought fondly, and fell back asleep.
Nagi was halfway through the second order of eggs Benedict when Crawford got out of the shower. He raised an eyebrow at the empty dishes. "You did leave me something?"
Nagi frowned and looked over the tray. "You ordered me two of everything you had, right? And I ate Schuldig's, he'll want it to be fresh when he wakes up."
Crawford nodded and sat down. He poked through the dishes until he found his breakfast and started in. "Well," he said when he was halfway through the plate, "do you think you can come to terms with my hideous face?"
"Shut up," Nagi said sullenly into the last of his tamagoyaki.
Crawford kicked his foot. "Nagi," he said.
Nagi looked up at him.
Crawford met his eyes. "I'm going to have sex or murder someone," he said, with determination. "Either way, you’re going to help."
"I told you," Nagi snapped back. "I just had to get used to it. Let me take a shower first."
When he got out, Crawford was sitting at the end of the pullout couch watching Schuldig sleep. "You all right?"
Nagi walked over and touched Crawford's shoulder. "Yeah." He pulled Crawford's glasses off, slowly. "Is it over now? After Rosenkreuz?"
Crawford looked more honest with his glasses off, though it was probably just an illusion. "I think so."
"What are you going to do next?"
Crawford grinned. "I think we'll take over the world."
That sounded about right. "Okay," Nagi said. "As long as you have a plan."
Recipient: oracle_dreams
Title: Sight of Passage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing(s): Crawford/Schuldig, a little Crawford/Nagi
Summary: Nagi learns a lot about life. And his teammates.
Warnings/Content: A little violence, an underage young man's sad attempts to get some
Word Count: ~1400
Author's Notes: This isn't quite as funny or Crawford-licious as I'd originally intended but I hope it still fits the bill!
The first time Nagi tried to fuck Crawford, he was fifteen and a half, his girlfriend had just died (well, sort of), and he'd had enough of being treated like a kid.
He'd cleaned out Schuldig's wallet and gone to Takashimaya. The suit they'd fitted him for had been fantastic; a deep, rich grey, with just a hint of herringbone. He'd picked a dark blue silk tie.
He'd looked fantastic. Sophisticated. Older.
Crawford had laughed and shut his bedroom door in Nagi's face.
Schuldig had laughed too. "Better luck in a couple of years, kid." Nagi made him trip on the carpet, but it didn't really make him feel any better.
The second time, he was sixteen, they were in Washington, DC, and Farfarello had retired.
Retired. Nagi hadn't though assassins could do that. He hadn't really thought about the future at all; Rosenkreuz had done a pretty good job convincing him that he didn't have one. Even the tower falling hadn't done much to change that. But what they'd done in Europe had changed things. Freedom felt more possible than it had been since Crawford had found him.
No one in America wore glasses, and hardly anyone smoked, like they had in Europe. "Why doesn't Crawford have contacts?" Nagi asked Schuldig, and Schuldig just giggled.
"Shut up," Crawford snapped. They'd both been short with each other since Sylvia Lin died.
"Of course," Schuldig said, grinning maniacally. "I'd never give away your secrets, Fearless Leader."
Crawford sighed. "Get out. I need quiet."
"Fine," Schuldig said, waving his hand. "I'll go shopping."
Nagi smirked into his book.
"Both of you," Crawford said. "Out of the suite. Don't come back before seven."
Schuldig bowed with a flourish; Nagi just shook his head.
This time, when Nagi came back to the suite at five minutes before seven, he wasn't wearing a suit or anything over the top. Just jeans -- admittedly jeans that fit very well -- and a black t-shirt. Simple. Not trying to pretend he was anything but himself.
He could hear voices through the door. He froze with the key card in the slot.
"Crawford," Schuldig panted. "Crawford, you asshole, yes -- harder -- fucking yes--"
Nagi sighed. At least his laptop was charged. He could get coffee somewhere.
Nagi looked up at the ceiling and wondered how Schuldig was. They'd all been knocked around at the school, but Schuldig had been burned badly, and Nagi had ended up dragging he and Crawford to one of their old Essett contacts. The guy had bandaged Schuldig's side, asked them if they thought Essett was really gone, and told them never to come back.
"Gladly," Nagi had muttered as they left. He'd helped Crawford get Schuldig back to their suite in Chiyoda and settled Schuldig into the low pullout couch; jostling him in his current condition would make everyone suffer, and the master bed was pretty high. Crawford had taken Nagi by the arm and dragged him into the other bedroom. They'd collapsed into bed, Crawford's glasses clattering onto the bedstand, and Nagi didn't remember anything else beyond the blissful oblivion of sleep.
It wasn't dawn yet; the night was still thick and black outside the windows, though the city lights still crept in. Nagi's birthday was in ten days. He'd be eighteen. It felt strange.
"He's going to sleep a while longer," Crawford said in the dark.
Nagi nodded.
Crawford raised a hand to Nagi's hair, gentle, almost a question.
"Schuldig--"
"He's not going to care," Crawford said, his breath soft on Nagi's cheek. "He's been trying to get me to do this for years."
Nagi was still tired. But Crawford felt good, and Nagi's breath was already coming fast. He rolled on top of Crawford, not bothering with the lights, and hissed with pleasure as their bodies connected.
Nagi woke first and checked on Schuldig, who was snoring loudly into his pillow. There was a single message on Nagi's voicemail; Mamoru, of course, but nothing that wouldn't wait. It was close to noon; he hadn't been that exhausted in years. He walked back into the bedroom just as Crawford was raising his glasses to his face.
Oh.
"Yes," Crawford said, pre-emptively annoyed. "I know."
His eyes were tiny. No wonder he'd never worn contacts. No wonder he'd looked so odd and unbalanced in the monocle. No wonder he'd always put his glasses on before he ever left the bedroom. He looked...almost....
Pig-like.
Laughter erupted from the main room of the suite.
"You're going to hurt your dressing if you laugh too hard," Crawford snapped, and the laughter got louder.
I haven't even told you what he was thinking.
"I just need to get used to it," Nagi stammered. "I--"
"Just shut up," Crawford said.
"Shit," Schuldig gasped. "My side hurts."
"Good," Crawford snapped. "Suffer."
Nagi briefly considered crushing them both under the nearest furniture.
"I'm ordering room service," Crawford announced, getting out of bed. He was shirtless, and his boxers didn't leave much to the imagination. He looked amazing, now that he had his glasses back on. It was weird. "Do either of you want anything?"
"Sausage," Schuldig said. "Lots of sausage. And a milkshake."
"Whatever you want," Nagi said. "Just order two of them." He walked over to Schuldig. "You okay?"
"Hurts like hell." You can probably talk him into another round when he's eaten. Just give his wounded ego a little time to heal.
Nagi knelt down by the pullout bed. You really don't mind?
Schuldig grinned. Psychics always know where they stand. Besides, I think he's hot with the glasses off.
Nagi laughed in spite of himself. "It was better than the monocle, I guess."
"He said he couldn't get through security with glasses. Nobody'd remember anything but the monocle if he wore it in." Schuldig sighed. That part was true, at least. Even though it looked stupid. He said it'd break in the fight anyway.
"I can get you out of the country when you're ready to travel," Nagi said. "Even with glasses. What are you doing next?"
Crawford hung up the phone. "We're going to go back to Rosenkreuz and burn it down. I'm taking a shower, get the food when it comes."
"You don't get to give me orders any more," Nagi said. Crawford ignored him and walked into the bathroom.
You should take a shower next. You reek. Schuldig was getting tired again; he always slipped more into mental speech then.
"Yeah," Nagi said. "After I eat."
Food, Schuldig thought fondly, and fell back asleep.
Nagi was halfway through the second order of eggs Benedict when Crawford got out of the shower. He raised an eyebrow at the empty dishes. "You did leave me something?"
Nagi frowned and looked over the tray. "You ordered me two of everything you had, right? And I ate Schuldig's, he'll want it to be fresh when he wakes up."
Crawford nodded and sat down. He poked through the dishes until he found his breakfast and started in. "Well," he said when he was halfway through the plate, "do you think you can come to terms with my hideous face?"
"Shut up," Nagi said sullenly into the last of his tamagoyaki.
Crawford kicked his foot. "Nagi," he said.
Nagi looked up at him.
Crawford met his eyes. "I'm going to have sex or murder someone," he said, with determination. "Either way, you’re going to help."
"I told you," Nagi snapped back. "I just had to get used to it. Let me take a shower first."
When he got out, Crawford was sitting at the end of the pullout couch watching Schuldig sleep. "You all right?"
Nagi walked over and touched Crawford's shoulder. "Yeah." He pulled Crawford's glasses off, slowly. "Is it over now? After Rosenkreuz?"
Crawford looked more honest with his glasses off, though it was probably just an illusion. "I think so."
"What are you going to do next?"
Crawford grinned. "I think we'll take over the world."
That sounded about right. "Okay," Nagi said. "As long as you have a plan."