Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Crawford's seduction. ❯ Reiji Takatori has cooties ( Chapter 3 )

Reiji Takatori has cooties

Farferello snickered softly behind the closed door he was in. Peeking out of it every now and then he whapped at the man behind him who was currently occupied with nibbling his neck.

"He better hurry up I'm bored".

Crawford grinned as he continued his exploration of the Irishman's throat, teeth pulling at the thin, band collar he was wearing as a hand sneaked under the white jacket he was wearing.

"Give him time to find me gone, then he'll know something's up".

Farferello nodded and continued to squirm in Crawford's arms as he tried to patiently wait.

The four members of Schwarz were at another one of Takatori's boring parties at the large costly mansion. After a plot to surprise Schuldig, Farferello had sneaked off half way through the party in pretense of going to the bathroom. He smashed into a burly businessman purposely, spilling his wine and causing a scene. Once Nagi had caught him leaving, heading to the upper level he took two steps at once, an odd spring in his step. Crawford watched him go and placed a comforting hand on the man whom Farferello had spilt wine on and had offered to pay for his ruined silk shirt. Once conceited, Crawford made his way back to Nagi as he watched Schuldig converse with a petite blond woman. By the judge of his un-amused frown it was easy to see she was trying it on with him.

"I've always had a thing for redheads you know, so fiery in bed".

Schu nodded, placing an agreeable `hmmm' or `yeah' in place of an answer as he looked round for Farferello. The woman being dense to his obvious distaste, kept rattling on and only caught his gaze when she pressed herself against him, spilling out of her dress more than before.

"I'm a real blonde you know… we could find out if I'm lying though".

She smirked and purred, trailing a hand over Schuldig's arm who shuddered in distaste rather that want as the woman had thought. Using this distraction to his advantage Crawford had told Nagi he was going out for some air and once the boy went back to eating, slipped upstairs to join Farferello in one of the extravagant bathrooms, leaving Schuldig to face the salivating woman alone. Only when she groped him did the German flip.

"I don't wanna fuck you, you stupid woman, I have TWO boyfriends, and I'd rather hack it off than go near you".

Grinning at her shocked face Schuldig stomped past her, knocking her off balance and as he reached Nagi, heard the triumphant thud of her velvet covered butt hit the floor and an undignified squeal break from her lips.

He didn't look back.

"Where's Farf?"

Nagi looked up from swirling his cup of cherry flavored punch, which Farferello hadn't even spiked yet and grumbled about perverts and horny Irishman.

"Last time I saw him he was headed towards the bathroom".

He pointed a thumb upstairs and took a sip, wondering if he could convince Schu to hand over the small bottle of vodka he kept in his breast pocket.

"Bradley?"

Nagi shrugged and cut himself a particularly large piece of chocolate cake from the buffet table.

"Said he was going outside for some air".

With that, he walked to the sidelines and sat down next to a plotted plant and sighed at it.

"I hate my life".

Schuldig frowned, pouted, and then grumbled as he stormed off towards the stairs.

/Farfie? /

His only reply was a naughty giggle inside his head and his frown deepened.

"If they've gone off to have sex without me I'll be… well, annoyed".

Thinking of ways he could torture his two lovers he started up the stairs, taking three at a time and trying not to trip, before searching the toilets. After ten minutes of slamming and opening doors, receiving mental `hot or cold' whispered words in his head he finally opened the door to the bathroom Crawford and Farferello was in and searched the cubicles.

"Guuuuuys… this ISN'T fair".

He pouted as more giggles reached his ear and opened the last door to reveal a half-naked Farferello glomping onto an equally half-naked Crawford. Before he could start a tirade of un-amused, un-happy rants he was pulled into the cubicle. The door slammed shut behind him and he felt a mouth on his own as his clothes were tugged off.

"You're wearing to many clothes Schu".

Crawford smirked as he began to un-do Farferello's pants, the Irishman occupied with kissing Schu and tugging his jacket open till he was pushed away. Both stopped what they were doing and looked up at the red head startled.

"Cheeky bastards… cute idea, but I am not, I repeat NOT, fucking in a toilet. Even if the seat is made of marble".

Farferello pouted, Crawford frowned, and Schuldig smirked, then all three barged out of the small stall.

"Opposite there's a rather large bed and…"

Before Crawford finished, Schu was pushing the two out of the bathroom, much to the shock and horror of a man just entering it, flattening himself against the wall as the three semi naked, fully aroused Schwarz members fled the bathroom like naughty school kids. The bedroom door was pushed open with a force that sent Farferello and Schuldig to the ground; giggling and squirming as they attacked each other's mouths in a forceful kiss, ripping at the others' clothing. Buttons pinged and ties ripped and once naked Crawford dragged them to the bed, both he and Farferello pinning Schuldig down to the light grey sheets.

"SchuSchu, I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress".

Schu smirked and pulled his lover down as Crawford moved behind the white haired man and started nipping at his back as Farferello started placing stinging nips and sucks over Schuldig's chest, caressing the hardening cock pressed into his thigh. The German moaned and writhed against Farferello, pulling him up for a kiss.

"Farf, you're a fucking tease".

It wasn't about romance right now, but a good hard fuck and as Farferello moved down to lap at Schu's growing hardness, tip painfully red and dripping, Crawford looked through the remains of their clothing. Fisting a small tube from his pant pocket he squeezed a large amount onto Farferello's hand before lubing himself up and without a thought, he thrust into Farferello's willing body.

"BRAD!"

Farferello groaned as he instantly thrust back onto the cock inside him, reaching up and back to kiss the American as he blindly slicked his fingers and teased Schuldig's entrance before slipping oiled fingers in to stroke and stretch him. Only when Schuldig was stretched enough did Farferello pull his legs wide open, pulling him close so he could slowly slide in. Schu bucked beneath him and once seated fully Farferello was able to lean down and kiss his red headed lover.

"Fucking move".

Schu groaned as Farferello complied, pulling out and thrusting himself back onto Crawford, before snapping his hips roughly into Schu before grinding against him. The three of them set a fast pace; Farferello kissing Schu and harshly pinching his hardened nipples as Crawford moved fast into him. When hands slipped around his engorged erection Schu came with a shout, bucking up as his muscles clenched tightly around Farferello who soon joined him in orgasm. Both panted as Crawford continued to move, yanking Farferello's head up to kiss him before he came, seed filling Farferello as Crawford collapsed against his back. All three groaned, exhausted at the fast bout of energetic sex and soon fell against the bed, huddling together. At that point in time Crawford couldn't give a shit if Weiss attacked, killed Takatori and painted his toenails red.

"We've gotta do his more often".

Schu nodded from his position on Farferello's chest, arm slinking over the two bodies next to him.

"I can't believe we fucked on a mission. You two are a bad influence".

Farferello laughed as he curled a hand into Schu's hair, petting it gently in contrast to the frantic sex they just had.

"You don't seem to be complaining to much Crawford".

He smirked as the American grinned back and stretched out besides him. Just when he was about to close his eye for a nap something caught Farferello's eye and he sat up, earning a grunt from both men.

"Farf lay down dammit".

Farferello continued to blink and twitched under Crawford's hand, which was pressing him down into the bed.

"Guys, why is there a picture of Ouka Takatori in here?"

He shuddered, her cheerful smile taunting him, and was glad he'd killed her previously.

"Ouka… Taka? NANI!"

Schuldig shot off the bed, wincing a little at Farferello's recent grip in his hair and looked regretfully at the strands of hair caught in the Irishman's hands.

"FUCK! Guys, we just fucked in Takatori's bedroom. SHIT! In Takatori's bed!"

Farferello grinned and Crawford looked mortified until he started laughing. Farferello soon joined in as he watched the red head dance about naked in horror.

"Fuck! I'm gonna get cooties!"

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