kinkfest | Weiss Kreuz: Crawford/Schuldig

Title: Preconception
Author/Artist:

wk_recomend aka: D
Rating: PG-13/R
Warnings: Discussion and referral of sex
Word count: 1128
Summary: Crawford discovers the truth behind Schuldig's sexual history.
A/N: This is intended as a continuation of A Healing Touch. However, it can also stand completely by itself.

Prmopt: Weiss Kruez, Crawford/Schuldig: First time - Crawford is shocked to learn he is Schuldig's first.
Also, beta'd by the awesome

cmda_alexanda

<Preconception
by D

Schuldig slouched on the couch and moped. He was working up a good mope – a record mope -- but it didn't seem to be doing any good. Brad was ignoring him in favor of the cultural section.

It had been four days since the first time they had had sex – since the first time Schuldig had ever had sex. He wasn't sore anymore, though he had been for the first three. Perhaps, Schuldig mused, he should've let Brad know that he hadn't had sex before. Maybe then it wouldn't have been so rough.

Though, he knew, it had been good, he just wished he remembered it more. Stuck behind a haze of WANT, Schuldig had known he'd wanted it, known he liked it, but didn't get much else beyond that. He wanted Brad again, but this time he had his wits about him.

"What is wrong, Schuldig? You've been moping for days." Schuldig looked up to see that Brad had lowered his paper and was frowning at him from across the room. He felt a sense of satisfaction that Brad noticed his sulk and had chosen him over the paper.

Schuldig lifted a shoulder casually. "Nothing. Just thinking."

Brad folded his paper up and set it aside; Schuldig fought not to crow in triumph. "About?"

Schuldig quickly looked away to fight the sudden flush that wanted to spread across his face. He didn't blush, dammit. "Sex," he answered, mumbling.

At Brad's raised eyebrow, Schuldig continued. "Sex between you and me." Brad smiled in a way Schuldig had never seen and could only describe as soft and pleasant. He wanted to see it some more, so he elaborated unbidden as Brad reached for his coffee. "I'm upset about it, actually."

Brad paused with the mug by his lips. Lowering it slightly, "Upset?"

Schuldig looked away. "Yeah. I don't really remember it. So, upset." Brad murmured understanding and took a sip of his coffee. Schuldig continued, "I mean, I'm not being sentimental or anything, but it was my first time. I kinda wanted to remember it, you know?"

Schuldig trailed off as Brad started choking, his coffee spilling over slightly. He didn't know what to think of it until Brad started to turn red. Alarmed, Schuldig hopped up off the couch and smacked Brad hard on the back.

Brad shoved him away, gulping in harsh breaths, hand going to his throat. Schuldig stood close, staring wide-eyed as Brad got himself under control.

Voice rough, Brad asked, "It was what?"

"Huh?" Schuldig asked eloquently, unsure of what Brad was referring to.

"Your first time?" Brad sounded dumb-struck.

"Having sex? Yes. Why?"

"You couldn't possibly be a virgin."

Schuldig flushed hotly at that. A virgin? He supposed he was, but to call him that? It sounded so…innocent. "I'm not now. Shit." Schuldig quirked his eyebrow at Brad. "Why couldn't I have been?"

Brad stared at him in silent entreaty while he tried to figure out why Brad was so freaked out over this. So he hadn't had sex before Brad. What was the big deal?

Brad frowned. "You went out every night."

Schuldig mirrored the frown. "Going out doesn't mean I had to get laid."

"Of course not. But on top of you always discussing sex, sharing sex tales of our neighbors, targets and clients and regaling us of your supposed conquests from the night before? It paints the picture that you've had your fair share of sex."

Schuldig chuckled. "Not really. I just do most of that – the talking and stories, anyway – for shock value." Schuldig grinned. "The scandalized looks on your faces when I say I was a part of an orgy that I overheard only," Schuldig tapped his temple, indicating his telepathy, "are so priceless that I can't help myself."

Brad shook his head; Schuldig knew Brad wasn't surprised by most of the stuff he did anymore. "And going out every night?" Brad tipped his chin up to see Schuldig better, leaning toward him. "I know you've come home smelling of sex before."

This time, Schuldig blushed hotter than ever. He stood, fidgeting by Brad's chair, tugging at his hair. He lifted a shoulder, "research." It was nerve wracking and embarrassing to admit that he eavesdropped on sex so he could learn about what people really liked. At Brad's raised eyebrow, Schuldig fled the room.

He'd successfully avoided Brad for the rest of the day, hoping the subject would be forgotten. Of course, he should've known better as his arm was grabbed and he was pulled into Brad's bedroom and pressed against the door. Brad's body covered his own and his heart sped up, pounding against his ribs. Arousal swept through him as Brad leaned close. "Research?"

Schuldig choked on a laugh. Of course Brad would remember and of course he wouldn't let it go. Schuldig saw no point in avoiding it or sidestepping the explanation. "I sat in people's minds, experienced what they did. I didn't want to be some bad clueless virgin my first time." Brad's mouth softened into a slight smile, and the nervous flutter in his throat, calmed. "I wanted you, and I wanted to make you want me more."

Brad swallowed, touched his fingers to Schuldig's neck. It was a strangely gentle gesture for a hard man and it made Schuldig ache. He knew Brad, he knew how cold and calculated Brad was, how manipulative and uncaring, how much of a selfish bastard, how driven to success he was. And that he could be gentle with Schuldig made everything – the trust Brad placed in him, the sarcastic snark Brad only let a few people see – that much more important.

"And you smelling of sex?" Schuldig swallowed his laugh; trust Brad to be a jealous man as well. It made Schuldig warm, and if he didn't want it so much, he'd be disgusted with himself for the warm, fluttery things his stomach was doing.

"It's hot, people having sex, and even better when I imagine you and I having it."

Brad's smile made Schuldig tense, but it was merely prelude for Brad's teeth scraping tantalizingly across the tendon in his neck. Schuldig shuddered, amazed at how easily Brad pulled reactions out of him. He was craving Brad now, close to clawing at Brad's suit until he tore it off.

"Let me give you your first time again." There was a part of Schuldig's mind that cackled in hilarity over the ridiculousness of Brad's statement, but the rest liked what Brad meant. This would be the time Schuldig would remember and Brad cared enough about him to make it memorable. Schuldig slid his arms around Brad's waist and took two handfuls of Brad's ass, turning a wide grin up at him.

"You'd better."

And Brad did.