Weiss Kreuz: Crawford/Schuldig
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kinkfestTitle: A Healing Touch
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wk_recomend aka: D
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and a yowling cat in heat. ~_^
Word count: 1009
Summary: Just how overwhelming are animal instincts...to both parties?
A/N: A cop-out title, I apologize, but I came up with the title as a nod to a decent percentage of yaoi manga and doujinshi out there. ~_^
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: In Heat - Schuldig's shields are down and the neighbor's cat is in heat.
Also, beta'd by the awesomecmda_alexanda
A Healing Touch
by D
At first, Brad didn't realize anything was wrong. He'd merely walked in the living room to find Schuldig lying on the floor flipping idly through a magazine. Though, to be fair, he'd certainly never seen Schuldig in that position – his chest to the floor, knees drawn close and gently swaying his ass in the air. Brad had merely paused, however, and then resumed his business.
Even the next day, Brad didn't think much of it when he came upon a similar scene, only this time, instead of a gentle sway, Schuldig was pushing his hips up in jerky movements. Even this, in Brad's opinion, wasn't too unusual. There were times, when Schuldig hadn't gone out at night for a while, that he'd roll his hips suggestively, spread his legs and trail his fingers up his thighs, clearly displaying all he had to offer -- and what he was willing to offer.
Even though this was much different, it didn't set off any warning bells in Brad's mind. It had just made him stop and stare for several minutes, enough to realize that Schuldig was also humming. Brad tried to catch the tune, but it didn't sound like anything. The humming fluctuated in intensity, but it didn't really change pitch. Brad found himself irritated at having stopped for so long in order to analyze Schuldig's odd behavior.
It was the next day, after the humming, that Brad actually realized something was off. It wasn't that he thought something was wrong, per se, but more that Schuldig had found a new and creative way to irritate him.
Schuldig was nuzzling him.
Brad looked down at Schuldig's content and anxious face as Schuldig rubbed his cheek against his shoulder again. Brad absently noticed that Schuldig was humming again. Schuldig pressed his temple to Brad's shoulder again, rubbing his cheek and lifting his chin in a stretch. Over and over, all the while his humming got louder.
It was beginning to turn him on.
Brad had been attracted to Schuldig for a long time. He had yet to make his move, though, as he wasn't sure if Schuldig was sincere or just trying to set him up for his own enjoyment.
Brad shrugged Schuldig off of him, stepping away from Schuldig's irritable, drawn out "Brad."
He was woken that night by a loud yowl coming from outside. Looking out, he saw a cat, rump in the air, pawing at the ground and looking around as though waiting anxiously for something. Brad realized the cat was waiting for a tom to mount it.
Lights went on, illuminating the front yard and the neighbor rushed out, trying to hush the cat. She picked her cat up and hustled inside, the cat yowling up a storm. Before the neighbor turned the lights off, a tom crept into the yard, sniffing around where the neighbor's cat had been. Brad turned from the window, unsettled, and returned to his bed.
Brad yawned and pulled down a mug the next morning. He heard Schuldig shuffle into the kitchen, but didn't pay him any attention. The coffee maker clicked off and Brad's fingers curled around the handle, anxious for his first cup of coffee.
Before he could actually pour his coffee, Schuldig wriggled his way between Brad and the counter. Brad let the coffeepot thunk heavily on the counter as Schuldig thrust his ass against Brad's crotch. Brad caught at Schuldig's hip, intending to push Schuldig aside, but Schuldig arched his back and let out a low moan of "Brad".
It clicked, then, as Schuldig rubbed against him, pushing against the counter to raise his ass even more. Schuldig's moans and entreaties were rather similar to the cat's yowls the night before.
Brad would've laughed if it weren't for how good Schuldig felt against him. He slid his hand around Schuldig's hip so he could pull Schuldig more firmly against him, tucking his fingers under Schuldig's sleep pants. Schuldig yelped and shoved back hard when Brad rolled his hips, already hard enough that Schuldig's sleep pants caught against him.
Schuldig moaned loudly and pushed at his pants, dragging them down, showing Brad what he had longed to see. He spared a moment to trace his fingers along the swell of Schuldig's ass before reaching up and fumbling through the cupboards until he found the oil.
He propelled them away from the counter to the kitchen table, Schuldig tripping briefly over his sleep pants. Brad wasted no time in preparing Schuldig, spilling the oil in his haste. Schuldig opened up to his fingers, writhing against the table and shoving back onto Brad's fingers.
Brad reared back, unbuckled his belt, tore open his pants, fished himself out and rubbed himself between the swells of Schuldig's ass. He gave himself two such thrusts, bent over Schuldig's back to nibble on his neck and slowly and persistently slid inside.
Schuldig all but howled, clawing at the table and lifting his hips. Brad didn't wait, pulling back and sliding deep again. He closed his eyes to better savor the tightness and heat of Schuldig; got his hands on Schuldig's hips to give him more power to his thrusts. Brad straightened so he could watch himself disappear in Schuldig, watch Schuldig stretch to accommodate him.
It was over sooner than Brad would've liked, but it was probably for the best since two other people lived in the house. He stroked Schuldig's sweaty hair back from his face and watched, still inside, as Schuldig blinked and slowly came back to himself. Schuldig twitched around him; sighed as Brad slowly softened.
"What happened, Schuldig?" Brad didn't bother moving.
Schuldig licked his lips and Brad wanted to kiss them; see them wrapped around his cock. "Ah." Schuldig chuckled, a touch of embarrassment to his tone. "Remember a few nights back when my shields went down?"
"You mean your shields have been down for four days?"
Schuldig managed a scowl. "The cat's instincts took over everything. Prevented my shields from rebuilding."
Brad raised an eyebrow. "And now?"
"I got laid."
Author/Artist:
wk_recomend aka: DRating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and a yowling cat in heat. ~_^
Word count: 1009
Summary: Just how overwhelming are animal instincts...to both parties?
A/N: A cop-out title, I apologize, but I came up with the title as a nod to a decent percentage of yaoi manga and doujinshi out there. ~_^
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: In Heat - Schuldig's shields are down and the neighbor's cat is in heat.
Also, beta'd by the awesome
cmda_alexandaA Healing Touch
by D
At first, Brad didn't realize anything was wrong. He'd merely walked in the living room to find Schuldig lying on the floor flipping idly through a magazine. Though, to be fair, he'd certainly never seen Schuldig in that position – his chest to the floor, knees drawn close and gently swaying his ass in the air. Brad had merely paused, however, and then resumed his business.
Even the next day, Brad didn't think much of it when he came upon a similar scene, only this time, instead of a gentle sway, Schuldig was pushing his hips up in jerky movements. Even this, in Brad's opinion, wasn't too unusual. There were times, when Schuldig hadn't gone out at night for a while, that he'd roll his hips suggestively, spread his legs and trail his fingers up his thighs, clearly displaying all he had to offer -- and what he was willing to offer.
Even though this was much different, it didn't set off any warning bells in Brad's mind. It had just made him stop and stare for several minutes, enough to realize that Schuldig was also humming. Brad tried to catch the tune, but it didn't sound like anything. The humming fluctuated in intensity, but it didn't really change pitch. Brad found himself irritated at having stopped for so long in order to analyze Schuldig's odd behavior.
It was the next day, after the humming, that Brad actually realized something was off. It wasn't that he thought something was wrong, per se, but more that Schuldig had found a new and creative way to irritate him.
Schuldig was nuzzling him.
Brad looked down at Schuldig's content and anxious face as Schuldig rubbed his cheek against his shoulder again. Brad absently noticed that Schuldig was humming again. Schuldig pressed his temple to Brad's shoulder again, rubbing his cheek and lifting his chin in a stretch. Over and over, all the while his humming got louder.
It was beginning to turn him on.
Brad had been attracted to Schuldig for a long time. He had yet to make his move, though, as he wasn't sure if Schuldig was sincere or just trying to set him up for his own enjoyment.
Brad shrugged Schuldig off of him, stepping away from Schuldig's irritable, drawn out "Brad."
He was woken that night by a loud yowl coming from outside. Looking out, he saw a cat, rump in the air, pawing at the ground and looking around as though waiting anxiously for something. Brad realized the cat was waiting for a tom to mount it.
Lights went on, illuminating the front yard and the neighbor rushed out, trying to hush the cat. She picked her cat up and hustled inside, the cat yowling up a storm. Before the neighbor turned the lights off, a tom crept into the yard, sniffing around where the neighbor's cat had been. Brad turned from the window, unsettled, and returned to his bed.
Brad yawned and pulled down a mug the next morning. He heard Schuldig shuffle into the kitchen, but didn't pay him any attention. The coffee maker clicked off and Brad's fingers curled around the handle, anxious for his first cup of coffee.
Before he could actually pour his coffee, Schuldig wriggled his way between Brad and the counter. Brad let the coffeepot thunk heavily on the counter as Schuldig thrust his ass against Brad's crotch. Brad caught at Schuldig's hip, intending to push Schuldig aside, but Schuldig arched his back and let out a low moan of "Brad".
It clicked, then, as Schuldig rubbed against him, pushing against the counter to raise his ass even more. Schuldig's moans and entreaties were rather similar to the cat's yowls the night before.
Brad would've laughed if it weren't for how good Schuldig felt against him. He slid his hand around Schuldig's hip so he could pull Schuldig more firmly against him, tucking his fingers under Schuldig's sleep pants. Schuldig yelped and shoved back hard when Brad rolled his hips, already hard enough that Schuldig's sleep pants caught against him.
Schuldig moaned loudly and pushed at his pants, dragging them down, showing Brad what he had longed to see. He spared a moment to trace his fingers along the swell of Schuldig's ass before reaching up and fumbling through the cupboards until he found the oil.
He propelled them away from the counter to the kitchen table, Schuldig tripping briefly over his sleep pants. Brad wasted no time in preparing Schuldig, spilling the oil in his haste. Schuldig opened up to his fingers, writhing against the table and shoving back onto Brad's fingers.
Brad reared back, unbuckled his belt, tore open his pants, fished himself out and rubbed himself between the swells of Schuldig's ass. He gave himself two such thrusts, bent over Schuldig's back to nibble on his neck and slowly and persistently slid inside.
Schuldig all but howled, clawing at the table and lifting his hips. Brad didn't wait, pulling back and sliding deep again. He closed his eyes to better savor the tightness and heat of Schuldig; got his hands on Schuldig's hips to give him more power to his thrusts. Brad straightened so he could watch himself disappear in Schuldig, watch Schuldig stretch to accommodate him.
It was over sooner than Brad would've liked, but it was probably for the best since two other people lived in the house. He stroked Schuldig's sweaty hair back from his face and watched, still inside, as Schuldig blinked and slowly came back to himself. Schuldig twitched around him; sighed as Brad slowly softened.
"What happened, Schuldig?" Brad didn't bother moving.
Schuldig licked his lips and Brad wanted to kiss them; see them wrapped around his cock. "Ah." Schuldig chuckled, a touch of embarrassment to his tone. "Remember a few nights back when my shields went down?"
"You mean your shields have been down for four days?"
Schuldig managed a scowl. "The cat's instincts took over everything. Prevented my shields from rebuilding."
Brad raised an eyebrow. "And now?"
"I got laid."
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Date: 2007-07-04 01:56 am (UTC)Schuldig was nuzzling him.
[dead] Too funny! Poor, long suffering Crawford.
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:01 am (UTC)D
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:36 am (UTC)This was fun. Great job.
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:38 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-04 08:09 am (UTC)Poor cat!Schuldig, so desperately wanting a nice big tom . . .
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Date: 2007-07-04 01:22 pm (UTC)D
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Date: 2007-07-08 01:12 pm (UTC)"And now?"
"I got laid."
Priceless.
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Date: 2007-07-16 01:37 am (UTC)D
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