Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Just You And Your Hand Tonight ( Chapter 13 )

The song used in this chapter is You and Your Hand by Pink.

 

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I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight

 

Crawford smiled a little to himself. He had gotten all the information they needed for the mission in less than ten minutes. Which was five minutes after his telepath arrived right behind him at the club. That had also been about the time that his long running sadistic streak had kicked in fully.

 

From his place on the stage, he could feel Schuldig's disbelief, mild horror and the fact that those way too tight pants he was wearing had suddenly become excruciatingly so. Didn't take a telepath to figure out the reactions from the rest of the crowd, those were blatant. Ah, amateur night on the poles, you had to love it, he thought, pulling himself all the way to the top of the pole nearest the edge of the stage. He wrapped his ankles around it close to the top and let his body roll down until he was upside down and stretched out almost the full length of it. Letting himself slide down until his hands were touching the floor then flipping back up into a standing position before winding himself back around the pole.

 

Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life

 

He deftly sidestepped the people trying to grab onto his legs and gave a “you want it?” look toward the crowd as one hand went to the front lacings of the shirt he was wearing. The screams and catcalls were close to deafening as he pulled the top lacings loose and managed to roll his hips in a way that should be physically impossible for a man. He finally pulled all of the lacings free from the shirt, all the while, keeping track of where a certain red haired telepath was.

 

 

Schuldig stood by the bar, staring wide eyed and open mouthed at the leader of Schwarz as he wound himself around the damn pole. He was fairly sure that one Bradley Crawford has suffered a major meltdown. Maybe it was from the ties being too damn tight all the time? And if he didn't get off the fucking stage soon Schuldig was dead cert he was going to stain the new pants he'd bought like a damn teenager. But scheisse, who knew the man could <i>move</i> like that?

 

 

Crawford grinned a little wider, letting the shirt slide off of one shoulder, enticing the crowd to be even more vocal than they already were. He scanned the sea of faces until he found the right person. This was likely to send his oh so uncontrolled little telepath off the charts for the night, he thought. Sauntering to the edge of the stage he focused on a pretty little boy with shoulder length red hair who was gaping up at him like he was a god. It wasn't a perfect match, but it would due. He grabbed the boy by the hair and dragged him up onto the stage with him. Perching on the edge, he pulled the boy across his lap and proceeded to thoroughly spank him in front of the crowd. His hand was stinging after several swats and the boy balanced across his lap had to be painfully hard by this point, he could feel it on his leg and his face was almost as red as his hair. After a few more swats, he rolled the dazed boy off of his lap and into the waiting crowd. Several of whom had crowded around the end of the stage calling “Master, will you beat me?!” to him.

 

Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

 

He stood up and slid out of the shirt completely, turning his back to the audience he flung it over one shoulder and walked to the back of the stage and into the dressing area.