Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schuldig's Punishment ❯ Distractions ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I've been so unbelievably busy as of late.

Well, I hope this will make it up to you none the less *throws open curtains*

Memorietrail

I'm sorry its taken me so long to update… well… back to work. *starts typing smut*

Owaranaimono Aite

Sorry this chapter doesn't have the spanking. I decided I should be a little nicer considering how long I've neglected this fiction. *sighs*

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Well, since we last saw our characters a few things have changed:

Schuldig is now 17, soon to be 18.

Crawford is now 23, just turned.

Schuldig is acting less like a slave and more like the rebellious and exotic male we see in the show.

Crawford… he's still a tight ass, but we love him anyways.

LUST SPELL

Schuldig blinked his eyes open slowly.

First he noticed the cold sheets and chill morning air surrounding him.

Then he noticed the warm strong embrace from behind. Crawford's arms wrapped around the young man's hips, their bodies pressed together to perfectly fit.

Though he'd only been awake for seconds, Schuldig was already fully awake and bored, anxious to get up and create havoc.

He squirmed slightly; trying to get out of the embrace. When his attempts failed he tried to wiggle out from the arms, which wouldn't permit the movement.

Schuldig grabbed the side of the bed and tried to pull himself out of Crawford's strong arms, finding it impossible.

Settling back into his original position, Schuldig couldn't help but chuckle. Though Crawford never admitted it in words, it was small moments like this that made it obvious to the German how possessive his master was of him.

Crawford grunted and lifted his head out of Schuldig's hair, breathing in the brisk morning air with delight.

“You couldn't be bothered to wake up when I was trying to get out of bed, but my laugh gets you up that quickly?” Schuldig asked skeptically, with a small smirk on his lips.

“You're struggles don't concern me enough to wake up.” Crawford answered, flexing his muscles and yawning.

“And my laughter?” Schuldig asked amusedly.

“You've got the worse sense of humor ever. I can never rest easy knowing there's something that amuses you.”

Schuldig grinned and silently laughed as he remembered the more recent things that he'd used to amuse himself.

(Possessing an entire elementary school with his mind. Manipulating the thoughts of the government leaders until they were making up the most outrageous of holidays. Dropping stray animals out of windows onto pedestrians. Goose-stepping in full Nazi uniform. The list goes on…)

Crawford loosened his grip and Schuldig instantly leapt from the bed, racing to the closet to pull out his clothes.

Brad watched from the bed, slowly climbing out as well.

Schuldig pulled up his pants, not bothering to zip them or button them. He lifted a bag out of the closet and ran to Crawford.

“You've got to see what I got you!” he put the bags on the bed and reached inside.

Crawford read the label on the bag and instantly groaned.*

“Are you okay?” Schuldig asked.

“I've just obtained an injury.” Brad stated, leaning against the bedpost.

“An injury?” Schuldig asked.

“To my check book.”

The German rolled his eyes and pulled out a pair of dark jeans, handing them to Crawford. He then handed the American a dark black shirt that buttoned up the front, casual in a sophisticated sort of way.

“What's all this for?” Crawford asked.

“We're going to the Omaki theatre remember?” Schuldig answered happily, brushing his hair and saving decent clothing for last.

Crawford shook his head, “It was canceled.”

“What?” Schuldig demanded, greatly surprised.

“I foresaw it.” Crawford explained, “The place is down for reconstruction because of the earthquake we're going to have this afternoon.”

Schuldig put down his brush and stared into the mirror, stroking his flat stomach with his fingertips. He finally said happily, “Then take me to the movies, or out to lunch.”

“I can't.” Crawford replied, pulling out his usual cream suite.

Schuldig tried to push the suite back into the closet, “Then we'll go to the park.”

“I have a meeting.”

“A meeting?” Schuldig replied with a sinking feeling.

“Yes, a meeting. I'm expected shortly so I need to leave.”

Schuldig asked, “Who's the meeting with?”

“Takatori and Esset.”

Schuldig fumed and stomped out of the room. When Crawford finished dressing he followed his pet out.

The German was in the kitchen eating cereal with a fiery expression.

Crawford smiled somewhat, his lover's expression making him somewhat excited. On his way to the door, Brad leaned down and kissed Schuldig's neck, whispering, “I'll make it up to you when I get home.”

“How?” Schuldig challenged.

“We'll do whatever you want to do.” He straightened, “And you may interpret that however you wish.”

“Whatever I want to do?”

“Within reason of course.”

“And what is the line of reason?” Schuldig asked, trying to appear apathetic.

“Well, I refuse to sky dive off Mt. Fuji, and I will not be a puppet for any of your more… perverse fantasies.”

“They aren't perverse.”

“You would prefer…”

“Colorful.” Schuldig stated.

“Like a rainbow?” Crawford chuckled.

“Ch! Shut up and leave.” Schuldig said loudly, taking a large bite of his food. Crawford walked out smiling, knowing that Schuldig hadn't meant it to sound harsh or anything of the sort.

~*~*~*~

Schuldig finished his food, rented some movies and watched them until it was about the time that the meeting would have started.

He turned off the television and sent out a mental probe.

//Master//

Crawford's mind returned in a stern voice.

\\ Get out Schuldig. I haven't the time for this.\\

// But Master~ I'm so lonely, there is no one here to for me to pleasure, I am without a purpose!//

\\ Stop being so melodramatic.\\

//Oh Master! Since you left I haven't been the same.//

\\ With no one to keep you in line I'm not surprised.\\

// Lonely, lonely, lonely lonely.//

Crawford listened to the word as it was repeated for about five minutes.

\\ Was there any point to you contacting me?\\

//Yup.//

\\ …\\

//…//

\\ Well?\\

//I was lonely and bored.//

\\ Then find something to occupy yourself! I'm busy.\\

Schuldig pulled his shirt off, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

//Damn I look sexy, Crawford. Wish you were here to see me.//

\\ I see you walking around like this every day.\\

// Yeah, but right now I look post-coital.//

\\ With your pants on?\\

Schuldig moved to stand in front of a mirror, smiling happily with his appearance.

// See Crawford? Don't I look sexy?//

Crawford made a small growl of excitement, as the mental image flashed in his mind.

“Crawford-san?” Masafumi asked hesitantly, “Are you okay?”

Brad forced the carnal growl away and nodded, “Continue.”

//Of course// Schuldig replied, running a hand over his chest, watching the action through the mirror.

\\Not you! Get out now!\\

//But someone wants to say hi to you.//

\\ … who?\\ Crawford asked, unable to contain his small amount of curiosity. He sipped at his water trying to cool himself down.

Schuldig instantly pulled down his pants and gripped his hardening member.

// Mr. Wink!//

Crawford instantly spit out his water, choking on what wasn't already expelled across the table.

The room went silent as Crawford tried to catch his breath again, through the water he was choking on.

He finally raised his hand and motioned for them to continue, “Th-there was a fly in my drink.”

Masafumi hesitantly continued explaining is plans to the other men of the room.

Schuldig stroked his member slowly, narrating everything he did, just incase Crawford missed some of the action.

// Your chair is so soft!//

\\ Get off now Schuldig.\\

//I am getting off, I love this chair!//

\\ Schuldig…\\

// I'll show my appreciation to your chair by -ahhh- yes. I'm co-coming on your chair. Oh yes, yes, yes.//

\\ You didn't…\\ Crawford thought in a helpless voice.

//Yup. Oh! You left your computer on! Such a faithful computer, you deserve a treat too.//

Schuldig stood, careful to not let the dripping semen get anywhere but the chair or the keyboard.

Crawford watched in dismay and excitement as his young lover dripped his seed wherever he felt. Whenever Schuldig came, he'd get hard again and continue his quest.

“Crawford-san are you alright?”

Brad looked around the room and noticed he'd been making noises. “I'm fine… just… really excited to put these plans into action.”

After a long pause the meeting continued again.

Schuldig's efforts to seduce the American continued as well.

// Go on. They wont see it.//

\\ See what?\\ Crawford asked, though he knew what his pet was referring to.

// Touch yourself, I'll block their minds, they wont see.//

Crawford remained still, not wanting to rely on his pet for such matters.

// Fine, I speak the truth, but you don't have to believe me… hm, but you will touch yourself.//

\\ You and I both know you can't control me.\\

// True. But no one can withstand the incredible sex power of me for long. I'm just to beautiful.//

\\ Vain bastard.\\

//What was that?//

“V-vain bastard!” Crawford repeated out loud.

To his horror everyone stared at him. He glanced down and saw that his hand was buried in his pants, but no one noticed.

“I… one of the telepaths contacted me.” Crawford said, finding it a reasonable excuse, “Its important, I need to go now.”

Brad stood up quickly, grabbing his brief case and rushing out of the room.

\\ Schuldig, I'm coming.\\

// I told you, you couldn't resist me.//

\\ I'm coming home. And when I get there you better be able to finish what you started.\\

//With pleasure master.// Schuldig answered in a silky voice as he sat on the low coffee table, waiting for his master to arrive as he touched himself.

PROMISE: defiantly dominance and submission in the next chapter. I've planned for rimming and bondage, but I'm not sure how it will come out.

Oh yes, and Schuldig will be submissive… until they take it to the bed room anyways~

* I didn't give a band name for the store, but I tried to imply its one of those expensive American places.

I was picturing Abercrombie and Fitch because last time I was in the U.S. I could just picture Schuldig wearing that stuff on a casual day. (BTW: why are they so expensive?)

Well??? What did you think about it? Sorry it took so long to update, I've been so preoccupied with the tourists here, confusing them and such, much fun. Much fun indeed.

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