Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Irony ( Chapter 6 )

Farf's upper lip curled in mild disgust as he opened the door to Schuldig's room. He stood in the doorway shaking his head at the other man's current predicament. Farf walked to the bed still shaking his head and trying his best not to laugh. Much. He grabbed the edge of the sheet and flipped it over the lower half of Schuldig's body.

 

He grinned at his wayward compatriot and usual partner in crime. “I think this is the quietest I've heard you be in . . . ever. At least without benefit of being unconscious.”

 

Just fucking untie me, Farf. Schuldig snarled.

 

“Hmm. Seems to me that no fucking went on here aside from your self enjoyment before Crawford had his fun with you.”

 

I'm glad he had fun because I sure as hell didn't.

 

Farf looked at him dubiously.

 

Okay, it was fun up to the point I found myself bound, gagged, hard as diamond and alone. Now untie me!

 

“Okay, okay, don't get your man panties in a twist. Oh, you aren't wearing any. Never mind,” Farf said with a chuckle before taking the tie out of Schuldig's mouth. “You have to admit there is a certain irony to being tied down with a bunch of ties.”

 

“Goddamnit, Farf, it's embarrassing enough without you admiring Brad's creative sadism.”

 

Farf sighed and rolled his eyes. “You loved it and you know it,” he said, going to work on the knots in the ties. “When the hell did Crawford learn to tie these kinds of knots?”

 

“He was a friggin' Eagle Scout,” Schuldig snorted, jerking on the bonds as best he could considering his arms and hands had gone numb half an hour prior to this. He glanced up to find Farf staring at him in disbelief. “I'm not kidding. He really was an Eagle Scout.”

 

“How do you know? You can't get past his shields,” Farf said, finally managing to work one of the knots free. “And I'm pretty damn sure he didn't tell you that.”

 

Schuldig wiggled the fingers on the hand Farf had just freed. “No. But it's amazing what one can get access to when one is a redhead.”

 

“Meaning you hit on the bored, middle age woman who keeps the records,” Farf said dryly.

 

Schuldig smirked. “I do what I can to keep the population happy.”

 

Farf snorted. “Give up yet?”

 

“On Brad? Hell no! This will just take a little more planning than I had originally thought it would.”

 

“So, did the kid miss something?”

 

“Nein. Nagi's set up was perfect.”

 

“You know, if he finds out that Nagi set him up for you he'll be pissed.”

 

“Yeah. But he'll take it out on me instead of the kid.”

 

Farf shook his head as he managed to work the last knot free. “You're a complete and utter idiot. You realize that, don't you?”

 

“Ja, ja, ja. So you and Naggles keep telling me.”

 

“So, what are you planning on doing about this little debacle?”

 

Schuldig smiled then fluttered his lashes innocently. “Why, I'm planning on giving Herr Crawford back his ties.”