Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ Poke the Kitty ( Chapter 14 )

Sorry. This one just flat out refused to be longer.

 

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He'd be so happy to leave this country, he thought to himself. No decent beer to be had anywhere. He put his chin on his fist and tried to ignore the press of tiny minds around him. He needed to . . . not think about things exactly but formulate a plan. The bastard king of demons was going to pay for this one, Schuldig grumbled in his own head, staring into the depths of his drink. He'd had to get out of the house because Crawford was driving him crazy. Every time he looked at him in that oh so proper suit he remembered what was under it even more than when he'd had him stretched out naked on his own desk. To top it off, he acted like nothing had happened aside from berating him for leaving when he'd been specifically instructed to stay and wait for Takatori's call.

 

Gott, what an evil tease. Who knew the man could move like that. He'd had no idea the leader of Schwarz had it in him. Just thinking about Crawford in those low riding, sexy as hell leather pants two days later was enough to make him hard as diamond. Damn it! He had to stop thinking about the other man. Had to find something else fun to distract himself until he could hatch a good plot. And the gods apparently loved him because not one but two members of Weiss had just walked into the bar. Not only was the resident he-whore there but he was dragging along a very reluctant and pissed off looking redhead. Then again, Abyssinian looked perpetually pissed off so who could really tell? This could be vastly entertaining.

 

Balinese caught his eye and glared. Schuldig shrugged, indicating it was a free country and he had the right to be wherever he liked. Balinese then steered Abyssinian away from the bar before he saw Schwarz' telepath and Schuldig knew it was to avoid confrontation thereby spoiling whatever he had planned for the night.

 

He grinned maliciously and gave the blond a poke in the head to see what he was up to. He had to be up to something because there was no way on any level of hell that the stubborn ice princess of Weiss would be caught dead in a bar dressed in club clothes. Ah, and there it was. He had convinced the resident recluse he needed to come out every once in a while to have some fun. (Also in the somewhat vain hope of getting the sword happy one to look his direction with a bit more than professional interest.) He smirked evilly. This would be tricky but he thought himself up to the challenge of it. All he had to do was wait for the right time and song.

 

As it happened, the right time and song occurred about an hour later. Weiss' A number one frigid bitch was remarkably pliable in the grey matter after a few drinks and it was almost ridiculously easy to slide past the barriers in his head when he was nicely buzzing. Abyssinian had been glaring at anyone who even suggested he start dancing including Balinese. But Schuldig had been watching him and noticed the almost imperceptible twitch when his butt started to move on the bar stool to a specific song.

 

Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about

I'd appreciate your input

 

Hehehe. Party time, Schuldig thought and charged into Abyssinian's head full throttle. A poke here and a nudge there and the swordsman was on his feet then stepping onto the bar stool, his booted feet landing on the bar a few seconds later.

 

You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

 

The look on Balinese's face alone as the watched the leader of Weiss dance sensuously on the bar was worth the possibility of being either carved by a katana or strangled with the super industrial strength dental floss, Schuldig thought. It didn't take long for the other patrons of the club to notice the hot redhead dancing on the bar either. Several camera phones came out and pictures were taken. Schuldig himself had opted for the video feed on his phone that would go directly to his laptop back at the house. This was something he'd want to watch repeatedly.

 

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it

Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"

Abyssinian was easy for Schuldig to move as he had sword training and there was a natural flow to his movements. Balinese only stared wide eyed at him as Abyssinian grabbed the front of his shirt and used his body as a pole to slide down off of the bar before wandering away. Schuldig made sure he wouldn't remember a thing that had happened.

 

Schuldig grinned evilly at the blond and waggled his fingers at him before getting up and heading out the door himself. Much as he'd like to stay for the fireworks he really wasn't as stupid as Crawford liked to believe.

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The song used in this is Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang. I don't own it and am making no cash flow from it either.