Weiss Kreuz (Crawford / Schuldig)

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Title: You're a What?
Author: puddingcat
Rating: R
Word count: 700
A/N: Written in 3 hours after I got prompt dates mixed up. *facepalms* Rosenkreuz-era.
Prompt: 73. Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: First time - Crawford is shocked to learn he is Schuldig's first.




Nobody, Schuldig thought smugly, could have seen Crawford this close to looking shocked before.

"What I mean, Bradley, is that I've never done this before. Really, I didn't think this would be so difficult. Can we just get on with it?"

"You, a virgin? You seriously expect me to believe –"

"Oh, no." Fast as ever, Schuldig twisted around and grabbed Crawford's wrist. "You aren't leaving now. Not with them still awake out there.

"Yes, you're my first. No, I haven't been saving myself for you. No, I don't expect to enjoy it particularly – but I do expect to be capable of walking away, which is better than certain people would leave me. Now –" He held out the packet, eyebrows raised.

Crawford leaned forward to kiss him again, enjoying Schuldig's quiet sounds of enjoyment, until his erection had recovered enough to roll the condom on. He sat back on his heels, one hand absently stroking his balls, and looked hard at Schuldig.

"I don't understand." He grimaced. "I want you – I won't pretend otherwise – but I'm leaving unless you explain. Why –"

"Brad." Schuldig tilted his head to one side and smirked. "I'm a telepath. Remember? A fucking good one. Some people just – forget why they came to see me. Others change their mind when they see my amazing collection of weeping sores." He snorted at the involuntary flick of Crawford's eyes. "No, of course I'm clean. Virgin. It doesn't take my genius to keep clean. A couple of 'em – I thought they might be useful later – went away thinking they couldn't get it up. Great, isn't it? I'm blackmailing them with something that never happened. Or that never didn't happen, if you like."

He lay back and breathed deeply as Crawford pushed in.

"Nnngh. That’s – Hey, that's not as bad as I'd thought." He took another couple of breaths, consciously relaxing and wriggling his hips to get more comfortable. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good." He looked up at Crawford and smiled. "I'm impressed. Most people who've tried would've lost it by now. Nice control, Mister Oracle, Sir."

Crawford started to move. "Cheek. Carry on. So why do you have the reputation you do?"

"That was Betts. Hell, I wasn't perfect – someone was going to catch on. So I let him get almost as far as you had, before your little reality check. While he was crowing to himself about popping my cherry, getting through my shields, and plotting how he'd teach me a lesson, I –" He broke off with a snort of laughter. "I'd met you by then, hadn't I? You made more of an impression than even I'd realised. Keep doing that, it's nice. Yeah, anyway, I sorta played with time a bit. Made him think he'd done it all already. Best bit was, he got so excited at what he thought he'd done to me, he came – can't blame him – which made it much easier to finish him off.

"He's out on fieldwork now, but I doubt he'll last long. Every night he dreams about what he thinks he did and nobody else will ever come close to me. He should be getting pretty fucking tired and frustrated by now. I give him til the end of the month before he makes one too many mistakes. Oh, fuck yes."

Crawford had been listening carefully. "How do I know you aren't doing the same to me?"

Impressive. For someone who was possibly listening to how he could be outmanoeuvred, his smooth rhythm hadn't faltered at all. Schuldig had expected his implicit warning to set off a vision, or at least to cause Crawford to back off and reconsider.

He laughed. "Of course, you've seen this already, yeah? Then you'll have seen this, too."

With a grunt, he pushed himself up off the pillow and grabbed hold of Crawford's shoulders. He kissed him, then bit his lower lip hard.

As Crawford's eyes widened in anger, Schuldig fell back and beamed. "There. Now everyone will know you got some. No one will try fucking with me now, and once Betts's body's brought back, your reputation will be made – the man who tamed Schuldig. Congratulations. Carry on."

And Crawford did.

Comments

[ravenbell.livejournal.com]

Of course Schuldig's got it all planned out. I love it, I love it, I love it.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

He wouldn't give it up to just anyone. Too few people have flashy enough glasses, in his opinion ;)

[mainekosama.livejournal.com]

You work good under pressure ;-).

I loved this so much. The conversation and the little bits of action in between that made it even funnier - your timing was perfect. This truly sounded like them. Wicked, wicked Schuldig and of course Brad was able to keep his cool even in the most heated situation :p.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I could do without the stress, though...

Brad knows just how badly Schuldig wants him to lose his cool. He's waiting until just ordinary bribery won't cut it ;)

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Oh, Schuldig, Schuldig, Schuldig. Such a nasty boy!

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

And that's why we love him so!

(That and his fabulous ass...)

Thanks!

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I do like writing Schuldig :)

[smoothlikebutta.livejournal.com]

I love how they had a conversation throughout. Schuldig is so wonderfully manipulative. They are made for each other.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

It's probably lucky they want the same things, so they can manipulate each other into doing what they would anyway (and have someone to blame things on, if they ever go bad) :)

[kispexi2.livejournal.com]

"Carry on."

*snort* That was great.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Now, of course, I'm imagining them in a Carry On film...

[ihavecake.livejournal.com]

This would be great if I wasn't thinking about a certain dinosaur. You've ruined me! Seriously though, nice work :)

[swirly-ayuri.livejournal.com]

I love your Schu. That was great ^_^