Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Bandanas and Ties ❯ Bandanas and Ties ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Bandanas and Ties

Fandom: Weiß Kreuz

Pairing: Crawford/Schuldich
Rating: Nc17

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer shit--I don't own it, not making money off of it (as my husband keeps reminding me) and in general just …damn.

One line: "Does this shirt make me look sexy?"

For: misura, who only added fuel to my fire over sexy as hell redheads with accents. I have only few words for you, thank you and I hope this doesn't disappoint too much.

Crawford felt rather than heard the other walk into the room. The mere presence of another body in the room generally was not enough to bother him. It was not their being in the room which bothered him it was what came after, what they wanted from him once he allowed them in. Unless, of course, it was that body. That one did bother him by just being close. It disturbed him in more ways than he ever intended to admit to anyone else.

"Does this shirt make me look sexy?" There was a soft near mocking tone to the voice that with anyone else Crawford would have paid attention to. With Schuldich it was a given, everything about the man was either mocking or dangerous.

Not missing a beat, and refusing to look up at the sight he knew would meet his eyes, he quickly replied, "No."

There was a loud agitated sigh in response. "You didn't even look; how would you know?"

Looking up from the papers on his desk, Crawford glared at the redhead. Long legs in pants so tight, he could not image how the German had put them on in the first place, let alone how they would come off later, led his eyes up to the shirt in question. It was a dark blue, button up shirt with long sleeves. Only a few buttons were actually done up, the others left open, exposing most of the body beneath as the rest of the shirt draped over his skin.

Schuldich turned around; tossing his hair aside to look back over his shoulder making sure Crawford got a good look at his ass before finishing his turn. "Well, does it?"

No the shirt did not make him look sexy--it was the other way around. Oh, he could easily envision the buttons coming undone. Hands caressing over the smooth pale skin beneath as they slowly undid each. Gliding down chest and stomach to the top of those damnable pants, which he still could not see coming off.

Suddenly he could see them taken off and then tossed to the side by duel impatience. Two bodies coming together forcefully tangled with wild abandonment of senses.

Forget envisioning the damn scene. Crawford realized he was having a vision. Trying to turn the images around as they came to him only led to seer frustration, as he could not visualize the other person sharing the moment he foresaw. The only clear image was of the redhead, his eyes glazed over in passion as his body arched under the touch of his hidden lover.

The images faded from his mind replaced by the one of the irritated German in front of him. "I looked. The answer's still no." Quickly he looked away hiding his eyes once again in the work he was trying to do. If he ignored the other's presence long enough, Schuldich would leave; eventually sheer boredom would win out.

The sound of Schuldich dropping hard into a nearby chair let him know it was not going to happen anytime soon. Refusing to acknowledge the man, he continued ignoring him as best he could. It was not easy, especially now that he had the images of the German undressed and sexually enraptured in his head.

Then there was the fact that said German had taken to sitting silently, watching Crawford for the last few minutes. It seemed unnatural, that the man was quiet for so long. There was no way Schuldich could read the thoughts running through his head; he gave unspoken thanks to whoever it was that graced him with that power. So, what was it he thought he was doing?

"You're boring," the telepath said as he stretched out, after sitting curled up in the chair for so long. Knowing how it would bother the Schwartz leader, he placed his feet up on the desk pushing several papers out of his way.

Crawford turned to glare at him. "I don't want to fuck around with you right now. Why don't you go find someone who isn't boring? I have other things to, do."

Turning away again, in hopes the redhead would finally leave, he failed to notice the swift movements that brought the other to his side, unaware of the other's actions until he felt the warm breath fall upon his ear. "But Brad, I want to fuck with you--if you'd want me to." He went to stand chuckling softly, leaving the words in Crawford's ear. A hand upon his wrist stopped him from moving any further.

"Are you sure about that? Don't make promises you don't plan on keeping, particularly to me." Getting up from his chair he stood next to the redhead still holding securely to his wrist. Tightening the grip further, he forced the other to back up into the nearest wall. Crawford brought his free hand up brushing it against the silken fabric of the shirt. He could feel the involuntary shiver that came over the wearer.

"Do you want me too, Brad?"

Instead of answering aloud, he let his actions speak for him, moving to unfasten the buttons holding closed the damnable piece of cloth that started the whole mess in the first place. Releasing his hold upon the pale wrist he had detained, Crawford ran his hands up under the fabric. His fingers traced over the body beneath as he slid them across chest and finally down to the waistband of those damned pants.

Seeing the future was only good and useful when it provided the little details not just the grand picture. What use was it when it did not help him with an obstacle like the one he now faced? The sound of the other's voice disturbed his thoughts on the subject.

"I do believe you want me. As much as I would love to get all hot and sweaty with you upon your desk, I refuse to do so. I can just hear you afterward blaming me for any paperwork destroyed." Pushing Crawford away from himself just enough to get off the wall he stepped toward the door. Schuldich grabbed Crawford by his tie, pulling him along behind, "Let's take this somewhere else."

Having the redhead lead him around wasn't exactly what Crawford had in mind when he gave in to the urge to stop him from leaving before. Luckily, for the both of them, his room wasn't too far away and the other members of their team were out for the night. There was a sharp tug at his tie as Schuldich pulled him into the room. Entering, he shut the door behind them.

"You're overdressed." Trying to rectify, that he moved to help Crawford out of his suit pushing the jacket down off his arms.

"So are you, I can finish this." Loosening his tie, Crawford watched as Schuldich went to remove his shirt, undoing the buttons holding the sleeves closed. "Leave it on--for now."

"Somebody lied," the redhead said laughing at him.

"No, I didn't; it doesn't do a thing for you. Now, get out of those pants." Already stripped down to near nothingness, he wanted to watch for future reference the trick to removing the pants. In the mere blink of an eye, they were off and tossed to the side as he had seen in his vision; he had missed it. Not letting that bother him, too much, he nodded his head toward the bed, signaling the other to get on it while he finished undressing.

He could feel the eyes of the German watching him while he completed removing his clothing; looking up over his glasses, he was able to make out the scene on his bed as well. Schuldich sat at the edge of the bed, one leg curled up under his body while the other dangled off the side. The shirt draped over him, for the most part still covering his body except for the one shoulder where it had fallen down his arm.

"As for the shirt, I wanted to take it off myself. Turn around." Crawling into the bed behind Schuldich, he slowly pulled the other shoulder down uncovering more skin. Leaving it pooled down the arms, Crawford pushed the long red-orange hair aside to bite along the sensitive flesh between the neck and shoulder. As he kept the other's attention off what he was doing with his hands, he moved the shirt further down the arms until the only thing holding it on were his wrists. Slipping the tie he had earlier removed around the German's arms he quickly pulled tight the loops, knotting it completely closed.

That got Schuldich's attention, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Attempting to break his arms free, he pulled away from Crawford falling upon the bed on his side.

Glaring back at the other man he hissed, "Untie me, I didn't agree to this Brad." With his legs still free, he could move about and he twisted himself around until he was sitting up again.

"Actually I think you did. Let us see, I believe your words were, 'But I want to fuck with you--if you'd want me to, Brad.' Does that sound familiar?" Laughing he got up off the bed and walked over to dresser. Opening one of the drawers, he pulled out a small bottle before walking back. "We've established I want you to, this is just how I want you."

The bed shifted under his weight as he sat back down upon it next to Schuldich. "So shut up and enjoy it or I'll have to shut you up so I can."

"Do you think you could?" the telepath asked indignantly.

"All I have to do is shut your mouth, I've got you blocked remember?" By the expression of shock on Schuldich's face, it was apparent he had temporarily forgotten. "Now, since you didn't take my advice," Crawford reached up into the unruly mane of orange hair and pulled out the bright yellow bandana holding it back. "I have to shut you up."

Forcing the other to lay back upon the bed as he sat holding his legs down, Crawford twisted the bandana up before placing it over Schuldich's mouth, catching him in mid-sentence. Rolling him over so he could tie the makeshift gag, he laughed into the soft red hair, "Be a good boy and I'll release it. Be very good, I might untie your hands. Keep fighting me and I'll have to find a few other things to use to play with, understand?"

There was a slight nod from the redhead. It wasn't that he was objecting to the situation in whole, only parts of it like the binding and gagging bits. That and the being face down on the bed, he couldn't see what was happening behind him. He preferred visual contact; it was easier to get into another's head if he could see what they were doing. It was not as if that would happen with Crawford in any case, but it was still familiar and preferable to how he found himself at the moment. Crawford's body lay against his, warm and easily excited by their positions if Schuldich was correctly identifying the object pressing along his ass.

Whether sensing the other's discomfort or out of his own cruelty, Crawford moved off the telepath roughly pulling him over on his side still facing away. Wrapping one hand up into the long red hair and the other around the partially hardened cock of the German, fisting them both hard. Dragging Schuldich's head back with the grip in his hair, Crawford watched the pained expression upon his face. Continuing his assault, he leaned in closer to the other's ear. With a licentious growl he spoke again, his words hot upon Schuldich's skin. "What's the matter? Not what you had planned when you walked into my office, Mastermind?"

There was no answer, other than a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. It was hard enough to do even that with Crawford's holding hair tightly. He hadn't planned anything originally; he never planned anything, it just happened. One major reason he left the leading up to others, it was more fun to just do not to think about it. Of course, that also left him wide open to getting into situations like this.

"I've told you before not to play your games with me; I like changing the rules to fit my own outcome." Hard and fast he ran his hand around the other's now fully erect shaft, stopping only as he felt the telepath jerk, moving to further increase the sensation.

Releasing his hold, Crawford grabbed for the bottle he'd brought out of the drawer earlier. Flipping it open, he poured some of the liquid into his hand before working over his own erection, coating it completely. Rubbing the still wet hand along the redhead's hips, pushing one forward to further open his way. "Let's see how 'good' a boy you've been lately shall we?" With that he pressed the lube-slicked finger into Schuldich's ass.

There was a slight jump out of him with the invasion, not out of pain but of shock and need. He arched back, pressing for further contact and penetration.

"Not so 'good' but I bet you are, aren't you?"

Schuldich found himself forcefully pulled upright. Crawford had moved, sitting up upon the bed dragging him along. Stumbling slightly from surprise, he fell backwards as his legs were separated. One of Crawford's arms snaked around his waist, pulling him down while the other helped in guiding him toward penetration. A muffled cry escaped from behind the gag as their bodies joined together. His legs wrapped around the outside of Crawford's, tightening his grip.

Moving, riding the cock pressed deep within his body, he could feel the other's hands firmly at his waist helping guide his actions with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop. Every time he lowered his body, the other lifted forcefully slamming into him again until they were both hot, sweaty and near the edge. Schuldich felt Crawford envelop his erection pumping it while thrusting his body into the other, bringing them closer to release.

At some point the gag was released, the bandana falling to the floor. The room was filled with the nonsensical cries of both in their own native tongues, working into a blend of moans the further along they went.

Unable to take the stimulation any longer, his mind lost in the fevered pitch of their actions Crawford slammed into the other's body one final time holding them together as he orgasmed.

The last thrust into his battered body and the death grip Crawford presented on his overworked erection proved his own undoing, spilling his sperm into Crawford's hand, along his own chest and legs. They fell back on the bed, bodies separating as Crawford rolled Schuldich over to the side.

Twisting around to get a better look at the man who had moments before pounded into his ass, bringing him more pleasure than he thought possible, he asked, "Well?"

"Well what? I'm not the telepath here." Crawford turned to look at him, knowing full well what he was being asking, but waiting for the redhead to finish asking it.

"Aren't you going to untie my hands now?" Schuldich's arms hurt, the blood flow having long since thinned out to the point his fingertips were tingling.

"No." The absolute fury focused on him from the other's blue eyes was delicious. In the most apathetic tone he could manage Crawford continued, "You weren't that good." Oh how he loved to agitate Schuldich, it really was too easy sometimes and the look on his face right now was priceless. "However, we have the rest of the night to correct that."

*****

Moving was a hell of an experience the morning after, he found. Schuldich swore under his breath, with every step he took, the accursed day he met one Brad Crawford. "Bastard." His ass hurt and his hands were just getting their color back after being tied together behind his back all night, only having been released moments before.

Even now he wasn't sure if Crawford had released him due to the fact his arms had gone completely blue or because Nagi was to return soon. Not that it mattered either way, as long as he had been released from the binds he wasn't going to complain, too much in any case.

Picking up his clothing, he turned to leave Crawford's room not bothering to dress. Forcing his hands to work the knob on the door, he opened it only to stop surprised by the sound of Crawford's voice.

"You should wear that shirt again soon."

"Hm, I thought you said it didn't look good on me." He turned around letting Crawford see the smirk on his face.

"No, I said it didn't make you look sexy and it doesn't. You, on the other hand, make it look incredible and I don't think anyone else should wear it--or see you in it." Walking up to the stunned, and once again quiet Schuldich, Crawford smiled at him. "Tell the kitten you lost it. Because, if I find out you've worn it for anyone but me, I'll keep my promise of finding something else to use the next time we play."

Pressing the telepath against the open door, Crawford kissed him--hard, forceful and possessively, knocking his breath away. He became lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but found himself unable to push away. Just as he felt he would happily die from the fire burning in his chest, it broke off. Crawford walked away, leaving him standing there in the doorway.

"And trust me, there will be a next time. Maybe next time it will go your way, but I doubt it."

Author's Notes: I apologize now if any of this is OOC. First time writing for this fandom--love the guys but have never seen the show, only read the stories.