Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Bastard King of Demons ( Chapter 5 )

Within a matter of seconds, Crawford had Schuldig secured to the bedframe by two of the pilfered ties. Schuldig could barely blink in surprise at how quickly he found himself restrained.

 

“So, you got me, now what are you planning to do with me?” Schuldig smirked.

 

Crawford grinned evilly and then stuffed another tie into Schuldig's mouth.

 

You do realize how utterly pointless that is, right?

 

“Of course. But it will keep your screams from waking half of Tokyo in the process.”

 

Oh? Managed to see that I'd be screaming?

 

“I can guarantee it,” Crawford said, snagging the tie nearest him on the nightstand. “Now, since you seem to be so into your sexuality, allow me to teach you a few things concerning sensuality.”

 

Crawford wrapped one end of the tie loosely around his fingers, leaving the other end dangling. He ran the loose end across Schuldig's forehead, down one cheek then moved back up to pull it over his closed eyelids. Schuldig's breathing hitched and Crawford's smile grew wider and more malicious as he watched little shivers run along the other man's body. Schuldig arched his neck, trying to get more friction as Crawford worked his way downward, trailing the tie down his throat, then across one collarbone then the other.

 

More! Harder!

 

Crawford chuckled and pulled the tie higher, so that only the very tip ran across Schuldig's exposed flesh.

 

Brad, you're such a fucking bastard!

 

“Why thank you. You say the sweetest things when you think you're about to get laid.”

 

Schuldig whimpered through the makeshift gag of Crawford's tie when his torturer slid the tie he was holding further down his chest. Circling the tip of the tie slowly around first one then the opposite nipple, then spiraling down Schuldig's stomach.

 

Braaaaaad! Schuldig mentally whined.

 

“Whaaaat?” Crawford said as he ran the tie over Schuldig's right hip and down his leg. He almost laughed as Schuldig kept moving his hips, trying to get the tie Crawford was holding to join the one he had pilfered earlier. Crawford dragged the tie back up then from one side of Schuldig's stomach to the other before running it in figure eights across both hips.

 

“You really need lessons in patience as well, Schuldig. But that's for another time,” Crawford said, unwrapping the tie from his hand and wrapping it around Schuldig's cock with the other tie.

 

By this point Schuldig was whimpering, whining and damn near screaming in frustration. Crawford calmly got up from the bed, looked Schuldig over then went about the room calmly collecting his ties. He blocked out the string of epithets in German, English, French, Romanian, Swahili and Japanese along with several other languages he was sure he'd recognize if he thought about it hard enough, being fed directly into his head. He turned around just before walking out the door and said, “I expect the ties you currently have adorning you back by the end of the week. Dry cleaned, of course.” He took one last look at Schuldig tied to the bed and grinned before going out the door, closing it behind him. Leaving the other man struggling to free himself from his restraints.

 

Crawford ignored the death threats screamed into his head and made his way down the hallway, humming as he went. He met Farf along the way.

 

“Farfarello, would you mind untying Schuldig in about an hour or so?”

 

Farf breathed a long suffering sigh. “He's naked, isn't he.”

 

“More or less. He is wearing a few of my ties.”