Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Voyeuristic Tendencies ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Crawford checked his watch for what seemed to be the thousandth time in the past ten minutes. Why the hell had he agreed to come and pick Schuldig up from the club? Oh, right, because he had dropped him off at said club several hours earlier to gather information. Gathering information at one of the clubs was something Schuldig was particularly good at, even without using any of his telepathic talents. Partially because he was pretty and people often told him things just to get close to him. Which happened to be something Schuldig played on a lot. Maybe too much.

 

Okay, enough was enough. Mastermind, where the hell are you?

 

Ja, ja, trying to get away from a very persistent admirer. Don't get your boxers in a bunch, I managed to get the information, if that's what you're worried about.

 

You have five minutes to be in the damn Jag, Crawford snarled.

 

Anyone ever tell you that you are in desperate need of getting laid?

 

You. Every. Day.

 

Schuldig sighed and tried again to get away from his admirer, to no avail. He didn't need to be a precog to know that if his leather covered ass was not in one of the leather covered seats of the Jaguar in five, now four minutes, one of two things was bound to happen. One, Crawford would just leave him there to find his own way home. Or two, which happened to be more likely since he had important and time sensitive information, Crawford would just come in and get him.

 

He relished the thought of that second event occurring here. It was always fantastic mind candy to feel the cheap beer and stale pretzel crowd's reaction to the Chianti and caviar that was Bradley Crawford. The man obviously had no clue to the fact that he was hot and that took a lot to pull off in a suit or if he did know, he ignored it. Schuldig had once been lucky enough to see him without the suit, wearing pajama pants, no shirt or specs, morning wood very evident. Damn, there was spank bank material for the rest of his life. Aaaaaaand speaking of Herr Crawford, Schuldig knew the commotion at the door of the club had to be him.

 

Sure enough, the crowd parted and Crawford came into view, striding purposefully toward his target. Said target nearly had to adjust the sudden bulge his pants because Crawford was even hotter when he was both determined and pissed. Schuldig could feel Crawford was seething at thirty paces. Time to have a little fun with the Oracle. He'd probably get shot for the effort but what the hell.

 

Schuldig managed to detach himself from his admirer and meet Crawford halfway across the dance floor. “Baby!” he said and managed to wrap both arms around Crawford's neck before jumping and wrapping his legs around the other man's waist. Crawford just glared at him, sighed, and put his hands on Schuldig's ass to support him before carrying him out of the bar to hoots and catcalls from the club's patrons. Crawford dropped him unceremoniously onto the ground as soon as they were in the parking lot.

 

Schuldig stood up and rubbed his abused posterior. “Scheisse, Brad, that hurt!”

 

“It was supposed to hurt, you lobotomized hairball,” Crawford said, going around to the driver's side of the Jaguar and getting in. He would not think about how good it had felt to have Schuldig wrapped around him. He definitely would not think that Schuldig had a fabulous ass and he had been happy to have his hands on it no matter how briefly. “Get in here and tell me what you've found out.”

 

Schuldig sighed and got into the car.

 

“Well?” Crawford said expectantly as he pulled out of the parking lot.

 

“Sources close to the old man say he's moving the cargo later this week. Not surprising considering our last little run in with his hired help. Word is everything is being moved to one of the warehouses he owns in Hokkaido.”

 

Crawford nodded and pulled into the minimal traffic there was at three a.m. “Anything else?”

 

“Ja. Evidently the little Weiss kittens have been nosing around on this as well.”

 

“How do you know that?” Crawford asked, keeping his tone level and neutral. Damn it, Weiss could cause more problems than he wanted to deal with.

 

Schuldig fumbled with the lever next to his seat and put it into full recline before answering. “Because, the little slut boy of Weiss was at the club tonight. Don't worry, I'm still monitoring him even though he left about five minutes before you got here,” he said, putting his hands behind his head. “And he didn't see me.”

 

Crawford shot him a dubious look before turning his attention back to driving. Schuldig flopped back into the seat with a huff and focused on what was going on in Balinese's head. Which turned out to be something interesting, for once. Tsk, tsk, poor man had to resort to getting himself off tonight. He could roll with that, Schuldig thought and plugged into the tactile sensations the other man was feeling.

 

Crawford glanced sideways when he heard Schuldig utter a little moan.

 

 

***************************Author's Notes********************************

Yes, there will be more. Blame this for the title it's one of the funniest damn things I've ever seen. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/38953794/?qo=76&q=Weiss+Kreuz+Brad+ Crawford