Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Schuldig's treat ( Chapter 4 )

Schuldig's Treat~

 

Schuldig sat next Crawford into the home yawning, it had been a long night, there were more assassins than he had expected at the party they protected at. He grinned, recalling the event, “There were a lot of assassins, ja?”

 

Crawford nodded, knowing the point of the rather obvious question, “Indeed, there were. You did a good job and kept your mind on the target. It was quite impressive.”

 

Brad couldn't help but smile on the inside, breaking his often cold and hard face as Schuldig instantly lit up with joy.

 

The young boy was delighted and started talking, mixing German into his sentences to the point where Crawford wasn't really sure what he was saying. But he knew the kid was happy, a blind and deaf man could tell that.

 

The American finally decided to quiet the boy by leaning over and kissing him deeply, his lips massaging the other's as his tongue explored the orifice presented to him.

 

Brad parted and nodded, “I think you should be rewarded.”

 

Schuldig's eyes widened when he felt hands quickly pulling open his pants and bringing them down to his knees. The same strong hands then took him around the hips and lifted him, setting him on his master's lap.

 

Crawford reached for lubricant to prepare his pet.

 

But he stopped upon noticing that Schuldig wasn't giving off the same aura he often did during such activities.

 

Crawford opened his eyes and examined Schuldig for a moment, a small amount of caution in his gaze.

 

Schuldig was rather limp, his hands resting on Crawford's shoulders; it was one of the few places he was allowed to touch during sex. His legs folded neatly and lax to the sides of the other's hips and his eyes were down cast.

 

“Don't… you want this Schuldig?” Crawford asked concerned, “Is there something wrong?”

 

The younger boy shook his head, “Nothing is wrong… Continue please.”

 

There was a long silence, Crawford watched Schuldig. The German knew that they weren't going anywhere until he admitted the truth.

 

Schuldig murmured, almost too quiet to be heard, “I just wanted… to try… something… new. That's all.”

 

Crawford raised a brow, “Something new? And what would that be?”

 

The 15 year old stared down and played with his hair quietly, there was no easy way to say it. He felt as if it were wrong he even thought about such things.

 

He took a breath and was about to tell the master but ended up holding the breath instead. Schuldig decided to transmit the images of his idea into Brad's mind.

 

Bradley's eyes widened slightly when images of himself sucking off Schuldig entered his mind.

 

In the images he was holding one of the German's long thin legs to the side, giving him more room to lick and suck the organ throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. His other hand was holding Schuldig's hips up from the rear, his middle finger and ring finger were dug deeply into the boy's entrance, rubbing his prostate deliberately and firmly.

 

Crawford smiled, “You want me to give you a blow job?”

 

Schuldig nodded, “I've… never had one before…”

 

Brad shifted and nodded, “Lay down, I'll give it to you now.”

 

This time Schuldig skipped the uneasy face and when straight to a mild protest, “There was… another thing…”

 

“… Yes?”

 

“I want… to…” he said quietly, “tie you up.” He finished so quietly Crawford could barely hear him.

 

Crawford went silent, he was the master, and he was always in control, always. The thought of him giving this control to his slave was nerve wracking for the man.

 

But as he thought about it, he realized if he had to be bound by someone, the only person he could trust to behave themselves would be his Schuldig.

 

After thinking it through, Crawford nodded, “Alright. But we're still playing by my rules. Got that?”

 

Schuldig nodded quickly, “Yes master.”

 

Crawford continued, “And if you decide to take advantage of the situation because `this might be your only chance' then I assure you, we will not be doing this again and you will be punished. Understand?”

 

Schuldig shivered and nodded again, “Yes master.”

 

The American removed his glasses, folding them and setting them on the table next to the couch, “Good, now remove your clothing.”

 

Schuldig hastily got up and stripped himself of his clothing, watching as Crawford removed his tie, coat and vest, and then unbuttoned his shirt.

 

Crawford rarely undressed fully for sex, Schuldig thought about it and realized he'd probably only seen his master's fully naked body once or twice. But he had never gotten to touch it, Bradley Crawford didn't like to be touched or stroked unless it was his penis.

 

Schuldig walked forward and knelt with a knee on either side of the man, reaching forward to remove the belt and undo the front of the pants.

 

The erect member sprung forth and Schuldig smiled, stroking it with his hand down to the base where he touched the thick black curls of hair. Schuldig ran his tapered fingers through the patch, almost to the base of the American's stomach.

 

He saw the master's stomach quiver slightly from the touch as he drew in a sharp breath. Crawford cleared his throat, and Schuldig moved on, his master apparently didn't like that either.

 

In truth, however, Crawford liked it very much; he just didn't allow it because he didn't want to lose his control over himself. It's the same reason why he wont let Schuldig touch him in such ways during sex.

 

Schuldig pulled the pants down further slightly; Crawford shouldn't mind it too much. Besides, he didn't want his bare ass rubbing on the front of the pants through out this encounter.

 

Schuldig took the lubricant and slicked Brad's organ with it quickly with liberal amounts of the cool fluid. Crawford gave another sharp gasp from the cooled substance.

 

When Crawford took the lube to coat a finger Schuldig quested his hole with his own finger. He grunted as he pushed in two already lubricated fingers and after a moment withdrew them assuring himself, “I can take it.”

 

He wiped the lube from his fingers off on the couch, earning an irritated grunt from Crawford, which he ignored. Schuldig moved forward, putting his hands on either of Brad's shoulders.

 

Then he slid down onto the warm, slick piece of flesh. Crawford moaned and waited until Schuldig was fully seated on his member.

 

The German tightened his hold on the others shoulders and was suddenly shocked when they moved to the side, so that Crawford was lying across the couch with Schuldig in his lap.

 

It took a moment for Schuldig to take it all in, here he was on top of his master! It seemed like the oddest thing, he was above Crawford who was lying back relaxed on the couch, his black bangs hanging away from his face and towards the couch.

 

Schuldig felt his lower muscles tighten at the sight of his master and he was sure that he was going to come right then.

 

“Don't come.” Crawford said as if seeing the future… duh.

 

“What?” Schuldig gaped; he never liked being held off for very long… though he had to admit when he finally did come, his body had waited for it so long that the orgasm seemed to shake his whole body and he ended up taking long amounts of time to recover from the passion.

 

“Don't come.” Crawford began, Schuldig groaned in protest then the American finished, “Or I wont give you head. I'm not going to wait for you to get hard again.”

 

Schuldig's eyes widened, was this a joke? He wondered if it was a trick. Crawford had stamina and determination that surpassed most, Schuldig was sure that the American could pound ass for 3 hours and not come if he didn't want to…

 

Which is a bad thing if you're the one getting your ass pounded or being told you can't come till he does. Schuldig made a few noises of protest but consented, it was known from the start he would.

 

Crawford put his hands on Schuldig's hips and pulled him forward slightly, before lifting him up a little, and pushing him down.

 

Schuldig went along with the seemingly odd movements before he eventually started following them himself, moving forward to jab the erection into him at an angle, before lifting and spearing himself down onto it.

 

The German noticed that the American was no longer guiding him, his hands were just resting on the boy's hips. His eyes were closed and he had the most blissful look on his face that Schuldig hadn't seen in years.

 

Schuldig noticed at that point his arms were hanging rather idly, he reached a hand forward timidly and it hovered above Crawford's firm muscular chest. The hand hovered there for a while before he fisted it.

 

“Touch.” Crawford said suddenly. Schuldig looked down, the man looked the same as he had before, and didn't seem to have said anything.

 

“I didn't touch you.” Schuldig defended as he continued his thrusting.

 

“I know.”

 

“Then why'd you say I touched you?” Schuldig asked, a little grin worming onto his face, apparently pleasure dulled the man's sharp brain… or so he thought.

 

“I said to touch.” Crawford corrected smugly. His coffee colored eyes opened slightly to look at Schuldig.

 

The German 15 year old rested his hand on the firm muscle. His sapphire eyes widened slightly and he stroked it, running his long tapered fingers over the stiff nipple there.

 

Crawford drew in a breath, but didn't say anything. Schuldig continued to run his hands over the firm chest, pushing the shirt out of the way. He continued to guide his hands down the stomach, touching the well defined, smooth muscles of a 6 pack.

 

The man's stomach shivered, and that was all the warning he got before the American released his seed deep within the boy.

 

Schuldig's eyes widened and he instantly wrapped his hand around his groin, holding it tightly, trying to prevent himself from coming. Crawford watched as the young boy gripped his member, gritting his teeth and holding on.

 

Finally Schuldig sighed and released his hand, though his member was hard and swollen, he had not come. He lifted himself off Crawford's shrinking dick and sat on the man's lower stomach.

 

He breathed heavily for a moment before straightening up, “I'll give you a moment to rest while I go get the cuffs.”

 

The young boy got off his master and ran out of the room. Crawford remained on his back, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. Even though he was on the bottom, he was still very much in control.

 

“You ready?”

 

“Born ready.” Crawford said, sitting up slightly as Schuldig walked across the room.

 

The German instantly pulled off the man's shirt and tossed it across the room. Crawford glared slightly, “You're such a chaotic mess Schuldig.”

 

Schuldig kissed his neck and smiled, “Sticks and stones may break my bones…” he added with a nip on the tender flesh, “But whips and chains excite me.”

 

Crawford raised a brow playfully, “Oh? Is that so?”

 

Schuldig nodded and finished, “So throw me down and tie me up, and show how much you like me.”

 

Brad chuckled, wondering somewhat where on Earth his pet had picked that up. He sat up straighter and started pushing Schuldig back against the couch, “Let it never be said I wouldn't reward a polite request.”

 

Schuldig instantly protested, “Not now!” he pushed back, “It's my turn!”

 

Crawford laughed and nodded with a sigh, “Okay, do what you will.”

 

The German pushed his master back down then scooted further up the chest and took Crawford's arms, pushing them over his head. He wrapped the chain linking the cuffs behind a wooden bar on the arm of the couch, then clicked the cuffs around Crawford's wrists.

 

Crawford pulled experimentally at the cuffs. If he really needed to, he could snap the chain on the wood, but it would leave a bit of splintering, not to mention nasty cuts on his wrists.

 

He remained with his arms above his head and allowed the illusion of vulnerability to continue.

 

Schuldig stared down at the dark haired man quietly; eventually the American looked up and said in an irritated voice, “Well?”

 

“What do I do now?”

 

Crawford gave an irritated grunt, “This is why I'm the seme, and you're the uke. It's really quite simple Schuldig.”

 

The German boy protested loudly, “Gimmie a break! This is my first time, ja?” He put his hands on the arm of the couch and crawled up close to Crawford's head.

 

He watched as his member bobbed in front of the older man's lips. The American opened his mouth and took in the length, sucking on the head hungrily.

 

Schuldig moaned and relaxed, dipping his phallus into the mouth. Crawford easily took the amount, engulfing the younger boy completely.

 

The German moaned and rocked his hips, overwhelmed with the moist heat of the orifice.

 

Brad deep throated the organ and continued to suck greedily at it. Schuldig's arms shook as he thrust deeper, his head rolling back in pleasure.

 

Crawford dragged his teeth gently over the underside of the sensitive appendage in his mouth. Schuldig ran his hands into Crawford's hair, tightening his grip every so often when his master did something he liked.

 

Schuldig moaned as he tried to articulate a sentence, “Master, -oh yes ohhhhh- master I -oh God- I'm going to -ah- I'm going to co -ohhohhhh- come!”

 

Brad ordered mentally, `Then come for me Schuldig. Now.'

 

A shiver wracked through the adolescent's body before he thrust deeper into the man's mouth, arching and throwing his head back as he came, screaming, “Master!”

 

The American swallowed the come, continuing to suck at the organ until it softened and shrunk.

 

Schuldig pulled out, his eyes half lidded in passion. He slid down so that his hips lay on top of, and slightly to the side of his master's. He laid his body so he could lie comfortably on top of the man, resting his cheek on the muscular chest beneath him.

 

“Schuldig.”

 

“I know, I know. Don't worry I'm not going to forget about you like that.” The German sighed, reaching up and undoing the cuffs with his eyes closed.

 

Crawford rubbed his wrists when he brought them down, before lacing his fingers together and resting the palms on the small of Schuldig's back, holding him in a loose sort of embrace.

 

The younger boy instantly smiled at the sign of affection and wrapped his arms loosely around his master's neck, propping his head up enough to be comfortable.

 

They were silent for a while, they're chests rising and falling in sync. The American believed his pet was asleep and started to close his own eyes when the young boy said with a smirk, “Say it~”

 

With a groan and a role of the eyes he mumbled, “Love you.”

 

“You didn't say it right.” Schuldig complained.

 

“I don't know German.” Crawford rolled his eyes.

 

“You know enough to say it~”

 

“Fine, I'll say it if you say it in English.”

 

Schuldig reached his neck up and kissed the older man's jaw, “I love you Crawford.” He said with a perfect English accent.

 

Crawford hid his smile and sighed, “Ich liebe dich, Schuldig.”

 

(You should all know, there is a reason for my spelling errors and poor grammar! I don't speak English as a first language! I live in Germany and that's what I speak! So I don't know how to conjugate phallic, they never taught us that in school, duh!

Also, the reason why Crawford is (now) 23 in the fic and Schuldig is 16 is because this is a long arc that's been in my mind for ages! It's 7 years of the Master and Slave sex life! I didn't make those ages because I have any thing for pedophilia.)

 

((Wow, that leaves things on a lighter note now doesn't it? Okay, well in the next chapter Crawford's teaching Schuldig something new~ But its not what you think, nonetheless, there's plenty of sex and kink and all that great stuff we've grown to love~ Now don't forget your reviews kiddies))