Day 18: Reiji and Schuldig (!) in: The Might Koala
I blame the Schwarz-tastic dream I had last night. This one's for you, indelicateink! Your plot bunny made the wheels turn! Apropos, this one is labeled in my files as "The Mighty Koala." It doesn't have a real title, though.
Rated NC-17/MA for dubious dubcon of the keep your corporate clients happy variety and explicit sex. Rough sex, even. I had to fudge with ages a little bit, so it's legal but kind of creepy. Lots of language of various sorts. Not one character is nice. XD Also, I didn't really edit or read it over. I just wrote. It's in four uneven chunks with some time skipped in between, but I think it's easy enough to follow.
Summary: It's ten years prior to the start of Weiss as we know it. Schuldig and Crawford travel to Japan to make Essett's newest contact: Reiji Takatori. It's time for some (figurative) wining and dining.
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"As you will see," said Crawford. "Our masters believe you will be an important part of our mutual future."
Reiji nodded, but Schuldig could feel that filthy mind reaching out. For him. Schuldig thanked the fates-which were cruel at the best of times-that this man was a normal and couldn't actually do anything.
"I believe we will work well together," said Reiji.
Though he spoke to Crawford, he had eyes only for Schuldig. Schuldig's skin crawled with the man's obvious intentions. Schuldig had seen that certain glitter in an employer's eyes before. At war with that unpleasantness was the pure volume of lust Reiji blasted at him. It sank deep into Schuldig's brain.
Schuldig was equally repulsed and attracted, and this was the first time they'd met face to face. Reiji was reasonably fit, for a man who spent so much time behind his executive-sized desk. His hair had just started to silver at the temples, and Schuldig could read his fears that he looked old beyond his age-37-and that Schuldig was secretly disdaining him for that. Schuldig knew Reiji was going to get fat someday soon, but Reiji didn't know that he knew. Hell, Reiji himself probably didn't know, but it was all laid bare before Schuldig.
Schuldig was at the start of the prime of his life, three weeks away from his twentieth, and Reiji had nothing on him. Schuldig was sharper than sharp, strong and fast and gifted-if you could call it gifted-with everything the Rosenkreuz school for psychic freaks could teach him. Assassination. Infiltration. Demolitions. Warfare and Strategy. And there was, of course, everything he could do mind-to-mind.
He rummaged in Reiji's mind while Crawford talked details and Reiji undressed Schuldig with his eyes. And Schuldig had to stand there and let him without either being turned on by the attention or scrambling the inferior brain that lay behind those eyes.
He bit the inside of his cheek when he found, from Reiji's point of view, what the guy was like in the sack. And seriously? Schuldig did a very subtle surveillance of the crotch of Reiji's pants. He couldn't possibly be that big, could he?
Crawford coughed, and Schuldig read, quick as a flash, that he was supposed to be saying something suitably toady-ish. So he did. Schuldig was dying for the meeting to end already, before Reiji started humping his leg or something.
"So nice to meet you, Schuldig," said Reiji.
Reiji stuck out a hand, and Schuldig took it. Reiji's hands were pretty soft, didn't have the calluses or scarring that Schuldig's had, but they were large and strong. Reiji kept his hand a moment or two longer than was appropriate in their situation, and Schuldig shivered with the force of Reiji's mind on his. Skin to skin contact enhanced what a normal mind might project, and Reiji's thoughts were worthy of the German porn industry…and Schuldig was in a position to know. Forget the fact that he was German himself, his final assignment in Europe had required that he pose as a fluffer on the sets of a certain adult entertainment group. God, that had been a good job.
He withdrew his hand from Reiji's.
"If you will excuse us, we have another engagement," said Crawford.
Schuldig felt Reiji's gaze lingering long after they left.
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"You've been a whore before for clients," said Crawford. "And you will do it again. We need Reiji now, and you'll be the leash we lead him on later."
"You're turning my head with flattery," said Schuldig. "And your metaphors."
He faked a shiver and batted his eyelashes at Crawford.
"I don't know how I'll resist the charming Reiji and his enormous dick," said Schuldig. "I hope you won't want me to be able to walk afterward."
Schuldig felt, dully, Crawford's pissiness rising.
"I'm sure he's nothing like you think," said Crawford. "Spare me the details and do your job."
"Ja, Herr Kaiser," said Schuldig.
He flipped a one-fingered salute and left.
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"I’m so glad to have gotten you alone," said Reiji.
Reiji's desk was conspicuously clutter-free. Schuldig wasn't a precog, but he had a sinking feeling that that desk, with Reiji plugging away at his ass and driving his shins into the sharp corner trim, was in his immediate future.
Schuldig shrugged, and Reiji's attention was drawn by the movement of his shoulders, by the fact that Schuldig's nipples were hard and showing through his very sheer white shirt, and when Schuldig shrugged his suspenders rubbed against his nipples.
"You called," said Schuldig. "And I came."
Reiji's brain went into overdrive. Reiji's buttons were so easy to push. And he'd never even know the trouble Schuldig had gone to, picking through his thoughts at a distance to plan for this. The white shirt, the suspenders, the size-too-tight khakis were all fantasy elements of Reiji's. Schuldig had compromised on hairstyle. He had a nape-of-the-neck ponytail, not a crown-of-the-head braid, but Schuldig had taste and Reiji apparently had none. Besides. It hurt less to pull on a ponytail at that spot, and Schuldig was quite sure Reiji was going to want to pull.
"Crawford tells me you'll keep me happy," said Reiji.
Schuldig swayed his hips on approach.
"He claims you're a good cocksucker," said Reiji.
He sat at the chair at his desk and unzipped the pants of his suit. Schuldig's attention was caught by the white triangle of y-fronts this exposed.
"Good?" said Schuldig. "I'm insulted. I'm fantastic."
Schuldig knelt as decoratively as he knew how. He leaned forward and mouthed the exposed underwear, feeling the size of Reiji with his lips and taking the scent of him in. So. He didn't have an exaggerated sense of self after all. He felt Reiji pulse beneath him in excitement.
Schuldig reached up, pulled the elastic down, settled the fabric out of the way and exposed Reiji's cock. Schuldig could already taste him in the back of his throat, though whether that was his expectations or Reiji's fantasy penetrating his thoughts, he couldn't say for sure.
Schuldig licked his lips.
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His jaw ached fiercely, and he fought to open it a fraction wider because if he didn't relieve the ache somehow, he was going to bite down and Crawford could go ahead and burn all the plans that involved Reiji as a conspirator.
Reiji's hands yanked at the ponytail, jerking Schuldig back enough that he could breathe a little more. Christ could Reiji gag a man with his dick. Crawford probably knew Schuldig was going to be to bruised in the throat.
"You little slut," said Reiji. "You little foreign whore."
And he jammed his dick back down Schuldig's throat. Still, that forcefulness, that domineering attitude that Schuldig hated so much still made him hard, and while one hand of Reiji's was helping him to fuck through Schuldig's skull, the other was pawing over what he could reach of Schuldig's body. Reiji pinched his nipples until they were tender, until Schuldig knew he'd have bruises. Reiji raked his short, businessman’s nails down his ribs. He fondled Schuldig's groin roughly, squeezing and tugging and making little piggish groans. Ungrateful jackass. Schuldig was still zipped into his pants and it was fucking uncomfortable to be this hard and not have enough room.
Reiji's free hand traveled up again and he dug his thumb into the base of Schuldig's throat. It made Schuldig want to puke, between that thumb and the dick Reiji was trying to get him to swallow.
"You're a hard man, aren't you?" said Reiji. "Your muscles, your eyes when you look at me. Your dick, your throat filled with me. Is there no part of you that is soft?"
He pulled Schuldig off by the hair and tilted his face up. Schuldig was angry and oh so turned on. It was a heady combination.
"Are we going to put that desk of yours to use?" said Schuldig.
He followed it up with a touch of suggestion, because he was really, really sick of being on his knees, and being fucked by this animal seemed better than deep-throating him endlessly. He reached for Reiji's dick and gave it a good stroke, then let his fingers smooth over his balls.
Reiji grabbed him by the wrist.
"Desk," he said. "Now."
And Schuldig moved with Reiji instead of resisting, because if he didn't, Reiji was probably going to sprain his wrist, twisting him around so the front of him scraped against the desk and the back of him was left vulnerable to Reiji's predations. As it was, his shoulder popped unpleasantly with the way his arm was twisted.
"Unzip, filth," said Reiji.
Schuldig did.
Reiji pulled the back of Schuldig's thong up and out of the way, stretching it hard over one cheek, which dug the front in hard against his dick. Then, Reiji took Schuldig's hand, the one that had touched Reiji, and he forced Schuldig's fingers up his own ass. Schuldig groaned.
It was weird and good and hot, having his fingers in his ass but not being in control of their movements. Schuldig did hope, though, that Reiji would use some lube some time soon. A couple of fingers was doable like this. Reiji's dick wouldn't be.
Reiji's fingers took over soon, and Schuldig quickly peeled his underwear out of the way. It was such a big relief, Schuldig could've come from it. He yelped when Reiji forced three fingers in, lubed, but without warning. He just slid them in and out a couple times, delivering enough lube that Schuldig felt it trickling out again. He moved to slide his pants all the way down.
"Keep your clothes on," said Reiji. "And hang onto the desk."
"Okay," said Schuldig.
The tip of Reiji's cock pushed hard and fast against him, and it burned. Reiji stopped, panted, and continued way faster than was good for Schuldig. But Schuldig loved it, loved the over-full, nerve-scrabbling-ness of it.
"Fuck," said Schuldig.
Reiji pulled him by the ponytail again. He shoved forward, and Schuldig juddered against the desk. He worked a hand between him and the desk to stop his cock from getting crushed by the force Reiji put on him. Reiji's flesh slapped against his, and Schuldig knew he was all the way in.
Reiji pulled out until the tip of his cock kissed Schuldig's ass. And he barreled into Schuldig, scraping the whole length of his cock against Schuldig's prostate. Schuldig yelled. Reiji was brutal. He was too much and not enough.
Reiji wrapped one hand around Schuldig's dick and stroked hard. He fondled Schuldig's balls, and Schuldig saw stars.
"Spread yourself for me," said Reiji.
Schuldig nodded, felt Reiji's beard scratching his shoulders. He reached around back and widened the valley between the cheeks of his ass. Reiji pounded into him, and the desk moved across the floor, inch by inch, stroke by stroke. He plunged into Schuldig, hitting his prostate maybe one in three times, but his hand was milking Schuldig constantly, and he kept Schuldig half upright with one arm around his chest and pounded some more.
Reiji bit him on the jaw, on the neck, on the shoulder. He pinched Schuldig's already bruised nipples, breathed into his hair.
Schuldig closed his eyes and let Reiji use him hard.
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Later that night, Schuldig got back to the apartment. He hammered a fist on Crawford's bedroom door until Crawford opened it.
"You could have warned me," said Schuldig. "Reiji's a fucking beast."
Crawford looked Schuldig up and down.
"You look like you were mauled," said Crawford.
Schuldig caught Crawford's thought.
"Damn right I look debauched," Schuldig said. "You have no idea how hard it is to be me."
Crawford raised an eyebrow.
"Look what he did to my hair," said Schuldig. "What he didn't pull out, he got lube and come all over!"
"Take a shower and go to bed," said Crawford.
He closed the door and, a second later, opened it again.
"You did well," said Crawford. "I can feel the future coming to be."
Schuldig flipped him the bird, but he was already gone.
"Future my ass," said Schuldig.
He limped down the hall, intent on getting into a nice hot bath before his legs gave out.
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XD I'm worn out now! I can't tell if this was hot or crazy or creepy....or maybe all three. Whatever it is, it was hard but quick. (I'm killing myself with the innuendo.) Will there be more?
~later
Rated NC-17/MA for dubious dubcon of the keep your corporate clients happy variety and explicit sex. Rough sex, even. I had to fudge with ages a little bit, so it's legal but kind of creepy. Lots of language of various sorts. Not one character is nice. XD Also, I didn't really edit or read it over. I just wrote. It's in four uneven chunks with some time skipped in between, but I think it's easy enough to follow.
Summary: It's ten years prior to the start of Weiss as we know it. Schuldig and Crawford travel to Japan to make Essett's newest contact: Reiji Takatori. It's time for some (figurative) wining and dining.
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"As you will see," said Crawford. "Our masters believe you will be an important part of our mutual future."
Reiji nodded, but Schuldig could feel that filthy mind reaching out. For him. Schuldig thanked the fates-which were cruel at the best of times-that this man was a normal and couldn't actually do anything.
"I believe we will work well together," said Reiji.
Though he spoke to Crawford, he had eyes only for Schuldig. Schuldig's skin crawled with the man's obvious intentions. Schuldig had seen that certain glitter in an employer's eyes before. At war with that unpleasantness was the pure volume of lust Reiji blasted at him. It sank deep into Schuldig's brain.
Schuldig was equally repulsed and attracted, and this was the first time they'd met face to face. Reiji was reasonably fit, for a man who spent so much time behind his executive-sized desk. His hair had just started to silver at the temples, and Schuldig could read his fears that he looked old beyond his age-37-and that Schuldig was secretly disdaining him for that. Schuldig knew Reiji was going to get fat someday soon, but Reiji didn't know that he knew. Hell, Reiji himself probably didn't know, but it was all laid bare before Schuldig.
Schuldig was at the start of the prime of his life, three weeks away from his twentieth, and Reiji had nothing on him. Schuldig was sharper than sharp, strong and fast and gifted-if you could call it gifted-with everything the Rosenkreuz school for psychic freaks could teach him. Assassination. Infiltration. Demolitions. Warfare and Strategy. And there was, of course, everything he could do mind-to-mind.
He rummaged in Reiji's mind while Crawford talked details and Reiji undressed Schuldig with his eyes. And Schuldig had to stand there and let him without either being turned on by the attention or scrambling the inferior brain that lay behind those eyes.
He bit the inside of his cheek when he found, from Reiji's point of view, what the guy was like in the sack. And seriously? Schuldig did a very subtle surveillance of the crotch of Reiji's pants. He couldn't possibly be that big, could he?
Crawford coughed, and Schuldig read, quick as a flash, that he was supposed to be saying something suitably toady-ish. So he did. Schuldig was dying for the meeting to end already, before Reiji started humping his leg or something.
"So nice to meet you, Schuldig," said Reiji.
Reiji stuck out a hand, and Schuldig took it. Reiji's hands were pretty soft, didn't have the calluses or scarring that Schuldig's had, but they were large and strong. Reiji kept his hand a moment or two longer than was appropriate in their situation, and Schuldig shivered with the force of Reiji's mind on his. Skin to skin contact enhanced what a normal mind might project, and Reiji's thoughts were worthy of the German porn industry…and Schuldig was in a position to know. Forget the fact that he was German himself, his final assignment in Europe had required that he pose as a fluffer on the sets of a certain adult entertainment group. God, that had been a good job.
He withdrew his hand from Reiji's.
"If you will excuse us, we have another engagement," said Crawford.
Schuldig felt Reiji's gaze lingering long after they left.
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"You've been a whore before for clients," said Crawford. "And you will do it again. We need Reiji now, and you'll be the leash we lead him on later."
"You're turning my head with flattery," said Schuldig. "And your metaphors."
He faked a shiver and batted his eyelashes at Crawford.
"I don't know how I'll resist the charming Reiji and his enormous dick," said Schuldig. "I hope you won't want me to be able to walk afterward."
Schuldig felt, dully, Crawford's pissiness rising.
"I'm sure he's nothing like you think," said Crawford. "Spare me the details and do your job."
"Ja, Herr Kaiser," said Schuldig.
He flipped a one-fingered salute and left.
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"I’m so glad to have gotten you alone," said Reiji.
Reiji's desk was conspicuously clutter-free. Schuldig wasn't a precog, but he had a sinking feeling that that desk, with Reiji plugging away at his ass and driving his shins into the sharp corner trim, was in his immediate future.
Schuldig shrugged, and Reiji's attention was drawn by the movement of his shoulders, by the fact that Schuldig's nipples were hard and showing through his very sheer white shirt, and when Schuldig shrugged his suspenders rubbed against his nipples.
"You called," said Schuldig. "And I came."
Reiji's brain went into overdrive. Reiji's buttons were so easy to push. And he'd never even know the trouble Schuldig had gone to, picking through his thoughts at a distance to plan for this. The white shirt, the suspenders, the size-too-tight khakis were all fantasy elements of Reiji's. Schuldig had compromised on hairstyle. He had a nape-of-the-neck ponytail, not a crown-of-the-head braid, but Schuldig had taste and Reiji apparently had none. Besides. It hurt less to pull on a ponytail at that spot, and Schuldig was quite sure Reiji was going to want to pull.
"Crawford tells me you'll keep me happy," said Reiji.
Schuldig swayed his hips on approach.
"He claims you're a good cocksucker," said Reiji.
He sat at the chair at his desk and unzipped the pants of his suit. Schuldig's attention was caught by the white triangle of y-fronts this exposed.
"Good?" said Schuldig. "I'm insulted. I'm fantastic."
Schuldig knelt as decoratively as he knew how. He leaned forward and mouthed the exposed underwear, feeling the size of Reiji with his lips and taking the scent of him in. So. He didn't have an exaggerated sense of self after all. He felt Reiji pulse beneath him in excitement.
Schuldig reached up, pulled the elastic down, settled the fabric out of the way and exposed Reiji's cock. Schuldig could already taste him in the back of his throat, though whether that was his expectations or Reiji's fantasy penetrating his thoughts, he couldn't say for sure.
Schuldig licked his lips.
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His jaw ached fiercely, and he fought to open it a fraction wider because if he didn't relieve the ache somehow, he was going to bite down and Crawford could go ahead and burn all the plans that involved Reiji as a conspirator.
Reiji's hands yanked at the ponytail, jerking Schuldig back enough that he could breathe a little more. Christ could Reiji gag a man with his dick. Crawford probably knew Schuldig was going to be to bruised in the throat.
"You little slut," said Reiji. "You little foreign whore."
And he jammed his dick back down Schuldig's throat. Still, that forcefulness, that domineering attitude that Schuldig hated so much still made him hard, and while one hand of Reiji's was helping him to fuck through Schuldig's skull, the other was pawing over what he could reach of Schuldig's body. Reiji pinched his nipples until they were tender, until Schuldig knew he'd have bruises. Reiji raked his short, businessman’s nails down his ribs. He fondled Schuldig's groin roughly, squeezing and tugging and making little piggish groans. Ungrateful jackass. Schuldig was still zipped into his pants and it was fucking uncomfortable to be this hard and not have enough room.
Reiji's free hand traveled up again and he dug his thumb into the base of Schuldig's throat. It made Schuldig want to puke, between that thumb and the dick Reiji was trying to get him to swallow.
"You're a hard man, aren't you?" said Reiji. "Your muscles, your eyes when you look at me. Your dick, your throat filled with me. Is there no part of you that is soft?"
He pulled Schuldig off by the hair and tilted his face up. Schuldig was angry and oh so turned on. It was a heady combination.
"Are we going to put that desk of yours to use?" said Schuldig.
He followed it up with a touch of suggestion, because he was really, really sick of being on his knees, and being fucked by this animal seemed better than deep-throating him endlessly. He reached for Reiji's dick and gave it a good stroke, then let his fingers smooth over his balls.
Reiji grabbed him by the wrist.
"Desk," he said. "Now."
And Schuldig moved with Reiji instead of resisting, because if he didn't, Reiji was probably going to sprain his wrist, twisting him around so the front of him scraped against the desk and the back of him was left vulnerable to Reiji's predations. As it was, his shoulder popped unpleasantly with the way his arm was twisted.
"Unzip, filth," said Reiji.
Schuldig did.
Reiji pulled the back of Schuldig's thong up and out of the way, stretching it hard over one cheek, which dug the front in hard against his dick. Then, Reiji took Schuldig's hand, the one that had touched Reiji, and he forced Schuldig's fingers up his own ass. Schuldig groaned.
It was weird and good and hot, having his fingers in his ass but not being in control of their movements. Schuldig did hope, though, that Reiji would use some lube some time soon. A couple of fingers was doable like this. Reiji's dick wouldn't be.
Reiji's fingers took over soon, and Schuldig quickly peeled his underwear out of the way. It was such a big relief, Schuldig could've come from it. He yelped when Reiji forced three fingers in, lubed, but without warning. He just slid them in and out a couple times, delivering enough lube that Schuldig felt it trickling out again. He moved to slide his pants all the way down.
"Keep your clothes on," said Reiji. "And hang onto the desk."
"Okay," said Schuldig.
The tip of Reiji's cock pushed hard and fast against him, and it burned. Reiji stopped, panted, and continued way faster than was good for Schuldig. But Schuldig loved it, loved the over-full, nerve-scrabbling-ness of it.
"Fuck," said Schuldig.
Reiji pulled him by the ponytail again. He shoved forward, and Schuldig juddered against the desk. He worked a hand between him and the desk to stop his cock from getting crushed by the force Reiji put on him. Reiji's flesh slapped against his, and Schuldig knew he was all the way in.
Reiji pulled out until the tip of his cock kissed Schuldig's ass. And he barreled into Schuldig, scraping the whole length of his cock against Schuldig's prostate. Schuldig yelled. Reiji was brutal. He was too much and not enough.
Reiji wrapped one hand around Schuldig's dick and stroked hard. He fondled Schuldig's balls, and Schuldig saw stars.
"Spread yourself for me," said Reiji.
Schuldig nodded, felt Reiji's beard scratching his shoulders. He reached around back and widened the valley between the cheeks of his ass. Reiji pounded into him, and the desk moved across the floor, inch by inch, stroke by stroke. He plunged into Schuldig, hitting his prostate maybe one in three times, but his hand was milking Schuldig constantly, and he kept Schuldig half upright with one arm around his chest and pounded some more.
Reiji bit him on the jaw, on the neck, on the shoulder. He pinched Schuldig's already bruised nipples, breathed into his hair.
Schuldig closed his eyes and let Reiji use him hard.
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Later that night, Schuldig got back to the apartment. He hammered a fist on Crawford's bedroom door until Crawford opened it.
"You could have warned me," said Schuldig. "Reiji's a fucking beast."
Crawford looked Schuldig up and down.
"You look like you were mauled," said Crawford.
Schuldig caught Crawford's thought.
"Damn right I look debauched," Schuldig said. "You have no idea how hard it is to be me."
Crawford raised an eyebrow.
"Look what he did to my hair," said Schuldig. "What he didn't pull out, he got lube and come all over!"
"Take a shower and go to bed," said Crawford.
He closed the door and, a second later, opened it again.
"You did well," said Crawford. "I can feel the future coming to be."
Schuldig flipped him the bird, but he was already gone.
"Future my ass," said Schuldig.
He limped down the hall, intent on getting into a nice hot bath before his legs gave out.
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XD I'm worn out now! I can't tell if this was hot or crazy or creepy....or maybe all three. Whatever it is, it was hard but quick. (I'm killing myself with the innuendo.) Will there be more?
~later