Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ To Catch a Thief ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

To Catch a Thief

By Llewlyn

Summary: Schuldich is a master thief in the city of Schwarz, the Capitol of the great nation, Estet. Brad Crawford is a minor, but very wealthy, nobleman whose wife died three years prior. Schuldich, Aya, Yohji, Ken, and Omi are members of a crime ring run by a mysterious man named Persia. Schuldich gets an assignment to burgle a nobleman's house...

Rating: R, I guess, for upcoming lemons and limes and crude language inappropriate for kiddies.

A/N: Damn my muses... *attacks Yohji and Schu with a broom stick in one hand and a golf club in the other* My ideas always come at two in the morning. Also, the street rats have atrocious grammar, which annoys me to write, but I gotta cause they... *points at innocently grinning muses of lust and love* are making me!

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"Yohji!" The blonde man Schuldich was chasing turned, searching for the voice that called his name. "Yohji! Wait!" Schuldich pushed his way through the crowded street, ignoring the curses behind him. He finally caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder. "Yohji!"

Yohji turned and stared in disbelief at Schuldich. "Schu? It really you?" The redhead nodded and hugged his friend tightly. Yohji threw his arms around Schuldich. "Oh, gods, thought I never see you again!" He looked over Schuldich's shoulder and saw Farfarello following them. "C'mon, we gotta get to da house..." They began running through the streets, pushing past bystanders, looking back every few feet to see if they'd lost the bodyguard. Eventually they did escape him in the crush of the market place and made it to their old home.

Once inside, Schuldich and Yohji ran upstairs to the loft that they'd shared before Schuldich got caught. They collapsed onto the pile of blankets together, hugging tightly. "Yohji, I missed you so much!" Schuldich murmured, his face buried in the older man's neck. "What happen, Schu? You never came back dat night..." Yohji stroked Schuldich's back slowly. "We thought you was dead!"

"I... got caught. Somebody snitched on me and the guy was home. He... he... made me his slave. I couldn't get away, if I did he'd find me and then you and you'd all go to gaol!" Schuldich sniffed slightly. "I didn't want you guys to get in trouble!" Yohji smiled and squeezed Schuldich tightly. "Well, you safe now, they ain't gonna find us here..." Schuldich smiled and kissed Yohji's neck. "Good... I don' wanna go back now."

Yohji smiled. "I unnerstan'." He tilted Schuldich's chin up and kissed him softly, cupping his cheeks in his hands. Schuldich purred softly and returned the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in Yohji's long golden hair. Yohji pressed his friend back into the blankets, one hand fiddling with the buttons on Schuldich's fancy clothes to free him from their constrictions. Schuldich pulled Yohji's rather grimy sackcloth shirt over his head then helped with his own ornate clothes.

The two men had just removed Schuldich's jacket when footsteps were heard pounding up the stairs and Ken came flying towards them. "Oi, Schu!" he yelped, glomping them. "Saw ya running in the market! Where you been, we missed you, `specially Yotan! Nobody else would sleep wid him, he so ugly!" Schuldich laughed and tousled Ken's unruly brown hair. "Ah, missed you, too, Kenken..." He hugged his friend. "Where's Aya and Omittchi?"

"Omi at the wharf, a new ship came in an' he pickin' the sailors. Aya... we ain't seen Aya in a while, we think he got..." Ken broke off. "Sorry, Schu, we think he dead..." Ken's eyes filled with tears, and he turned away, wiping at his eyes. Schuldich wrapped his arms around the assassin. "I'm sorry, Kenken... I know you loved him..." He rocked the boy back and forth slowly, comforting him as he cried. Yohji slid up behind Schuldich and hugged them both at the same time. "It's ok, Kenken, he ain't on the street no more, so he gotta be in a better place..."

They sat like that for a while, until they heard pounding on the door outside, and the front door slamming open. Schuldich froze and Ken and Yohji looked at him. "Get out... they found me... the window! Go!" Yohji nodded and kissed Schuldich deeply, then grabbed Ken and dragged him to the window. They slid down the drain pipe and vanished. Schuldich pulled his jacket back on and grabbed a dagger that was hidden under a loose floorboard, waiting for Farfarello to come up and try to take him back.

The white haired body guard ran up the stairs, long blade at the ready. "Schuldich.... Master Crawford says to come back with us." Nagi followed his older companion, looking solemn. Schuldich rose to his feet and faced them. "I'm not going back. I hate you all, I'm staying here, with my family!" He held his dagger, which was well made despite the fact that it was cheap, ready to defend himself and hold off Farfarello. "Well then, we'll just have to make you." Farfarello charged the slave, aiming to disarm and nothing else.

Schuldich parried the strike, snarling at his opponent. "I ain't comin' back wid you!" he growled, slipping back into the language of the streets. "I ain't nobody's slave!" He shoved Farfarello off him and attacked, his dagger snaking in to slash at the man's face. Farfarello hissed as the blade cut his skin slightly across the bridge of his nose, and took the opportunity to knee the redhead in the stomach. "You got angry..." he growled as Schuldich fell to his knees.

"Bastard!" Schuldich gasped out, even as Farfarello disarmed him and dragged him to his feet. He pulled a chain from his pocket and hooked Schuldich's shackles together, effectively binding him. Nagi led the way out of the small house, Farfarello following and pulling the recaptured slave along.

The carriage was waiting outside and Schuldich was shoved roughly into it, hitting his cheek on the edge of the plush seat. Nagi and Farfarello got in after him and they drove home, Crawford holding his slave on the floor by way of a foot on the small of his back.

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Crawford dragged Schuldich into his house by the wrist, the redhead screaming and grasping at doorways and corners to stop the relentless pull until his arms threatened to dislocate. The small staff of servants and workers peeked from doorways as the two passed, murmuring amongst themselves about the display. Schuldich hadn't screamed like that since he'd arrived at the Crawford home, and they wondered why he'd started again.

Finally, despite Schuldich's best efforts to stop them, they arrived at Crawford's bedroom. Crawford threw open the door and threw Schuldich into the room, then stalked in after him and slammed the door behind him. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he snarled, taking the smaller man's hair and pulling his face up to look at him, not allowing him to look down at the floor like he wanted to. "Any clue at all?"

Schuldich glared defiantly at Crawford. "Yeah. I saw me mate!" He used the language of the streets, completely and purposely ignoring all the rules of correct speech and proper grammar he'd learned over the past year.

"Yes, you saw your street rat friend! And in doing so, not only embarrassed me, because my slave ran away after I'd just presented you to court, but added the possibility that people would recognize you as a member of my household, making it possible that if I needed you to find something for me, they would know who you were working for!" Crawford leaned in. "Understand?"

"Yeah, I unnerstan'" Schuldich hissed. "I unnerstan' that even though you own me, I still got my own mind, that I still Schuldich! That I belong to meself, an' no one else!" By the end of his statement, Schuldich had gone from a low hiss to fairly screaming.

Crawford grabbed Schuldich's wrists again, holding them up so the slave could clearly see the shackles that never left his arms. "You see these, Schuldich? You can feel them on your skin, feel the weight on your arms... they mean you're mine! You belong to me!" Crawford loomed over Schuldich, glaring at him, his eyes full of rage and possession. "You... are mine, no one else's!"

Outside, Nagi and Farfarello leaned against the wall on either side of the door, listening to the fight. "Do you think the master will finally bed him tonight?" Farfarello asked while inside there were screams of rage. "It's been a year and he hasn't done it yet."

"It's hard to say," Nagi said apathetically. It was hard to believe that Schuldich would acquiesce and allow Crawford to actually tumble him in his current state, harder still to think that Crawford would trust Schuldich enough to do it.

Back inside, Schuldich had used some of the skills Crawford had taught him to free himself from his captor. "I... don't.... belong to you!" he screamed, lunging for Crawford's throat with his fingers curled like talons. Crawford was hard-pressed to avoid him; Schuldich was out for blood. "I'm not anybody's property!"

"I beg to differ," Crawford gritted out between clenched teeth as he blocked Schuldich's attacks. "You are my slave, you belong to me and me alone..." Finally he went on the offensive, matching Schuldich punch for punch and backing him until the back of his knees hit the bed. "Perhaps it is time you commenced your duties as such." Schuldich's eyes grew wide with barely-disguised fear and he fought back desperately. Crawford's superior height and weight though, soon had him pinned to the bed.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this, but you need to be shown who your master is..." Crawford grunted, pinning Schuldich's hands to his sides with his knees, using his hands to quickly and carefully remove the white damask suit that the slave wore. When the redhead was naked before him, his eyes glassy with fear though he kept struggling, he turned the boy over and raised his hips. He undid only his pants and without a moment's hesitation, thrust into Schuldich's unprepared body.

Schuldich screamed in pain, his hands, now freed, digging into the soft sheets that gave the lie to Crawford's harsh treatment of his ass, sheets that seemed more suitably for the marriage bed of two young virgins than for the platform for harsh unwilling coupling. "Stop it, stop!" he screamed bitterly, his eyes clenching tightly to prevent salty tears from pouring down his cheeks. He could feel himself tearing, more so as Crawford began to push deeply into him before pulling out almost completely and thrusting into him again, repeating the pattern again and again and again until Schuldich could scream no longer, only plead in a small, raspy voice for him to stop.

"Stop... gods, stop, please!" the redhead groaned into the sheets, blood trickling from his torn passage. "Please, it hurts!" He refused to cry... To his chagrin, his body grew hard even as he was brutally taken from behind, the nobleman's unwanted length pressing against his sweet spot and sending hateful pleasure through him. Crawford grunted softly and released his hot seed into his slave's body. Schuldich came at the same time, but he sobbed softly as he did so, humiliated.

"You're mine," Crawford hissed as he withdrew and cleaned himself off before straightening his clothes and redoing buttons that had come undone. Schuldich buried his face in his arms and let the tears he'd been holding back come, soaking the pristine white sheets beneath him with bitter liquid, his shoulders shaking as he wept silently. He'd idly entertained thoughts about what it would be like to sleep with Crawford, wondering if he'd be as sweet in bed as Yohji had been, or as coolly passionate as Aya had been, the times he'd slept with him before Ken arrived. Now that he knew, he just wanted to die.

The raven haired man watched Schuldich for a moment, taking in how the blood on his legs stood out against his pale skin, how his hair flared over his shoulders, the sapphire eardrops gleaming through the now sweat-drenched strands with an almost accusatory manner. Sighing to himself, Crawford took out the chain that hadn't been used in months and hooked it to Schuldich's wrist, locking the other end to the leg of the bed. "I'm sorry it had to be like this, Schuldich," he repeated quietly as he left the room, leaving behind the crying slave.

Schuldich curled up in fetal position, sobbing himself to sleep. The weight of the shackles on his wrists seemed to weigh on his spirit, and the cross on his slave collar bit harshly into his skin.

***

Outside, Nagi waited. "Did my mother scream like that the first time you took her?" he asked tonelessly as the master of the house came out. "Did she fight you as hard as she could?"

Crawford looked at his bastard son coldly. "No. I loved your mother, and you know it." He glanced back at the room he'd just left. "I didn't want to do that to him."

"But you enjoyed it, once you did," Nagi hissed. "How could you? You taught me to be a gentleman, and never force it on anybody, not even a slave. Especially not a slave, because they can't say no to anything else! You're such a hypocrite. He didn't deserve that!" Crawford calmly slapped Nagi, making the boy whimper slightly. "That's enough, Nagi!" he said, kneeling down in front of his bastard. "I... I didn't know what else to do. He has to learn he belongs to me now."

"You could have told him the truth... We've all seen you look at him, me, Farf, Manx... You didn't have to rape him to get him in bed."

"I... rape... I didn't rape him."

"You raped him, Master Crawford... the whole house could hear him screaming for you to stop, that it hurt... he's bleeding in there, isn't he?" Crawford nodded almost invisibly, and Nagi glared at him. "You're such a prick, Daddy... I don't know why Mother liked you." He turned from his father and walked down the hallway towards his own room. "Nagi, wait..." Crawford said quietly, getting to his feet. "Can I sleep in your room tonight? I'm letting him have the bed..." The small ten-year-old turned. "Alright, Master Crawford..." Father and son walked hand in hand down to the hall.

Notes: I feel evil for making Crawford rape Schuldich, but.... It just kinda happened. My muses wouldn't let me not do it. But I swear it gets better eventually!!!