Weiss Kreuz (Crawford/Schuldig)

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Title- Tasteful
Author- fireun
Rating- R
Warnings- Language, sexual content
Word Count- 797
Summary- You could dress him up...
A/N- for the prompt "Weiss Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig: Clothes fetish - Schuldig grudgingly dons a sharply tailored black three-piece Christian Dior suit for Takatori's party and it has quite an effect on Crawford."

Even before Schuldig uncurled from the couch, a sinuous movement carefully designed to show off the lithe pull of muscle along every inch of his lean frame, Crawford knew what he was about to say was a bad idea. As Crawford fully entered the room, garment bag over one arm, Schuldig’s telepathy skittered across the surface of his mind, prying and prodding and hoping his physical show would result in a tiny bit of mental relaxation. Crawford was well-accustomed to Schulding's tactics, had all but perfected his own reflexive evasion. It was a typical greeting, two alpha wolves testing and retesting disputed territory.

Gleaning nothing more than the routine disdain, Schuldig allowed his lips to twist up in a languid sneer.

Crawford frowned. The telepath’s shirt was wrinkled, his pants gathering a collection of lint and other debris from the couch. Long hair had been pulled back in a halfhearted ponytail, but never neatly enough to stop those unruly wisps from falling against his skin. Even his hair was rebellious. That wouldn't do. Schwartz needed to make an impression, to maintain an image. Their employer had certain expectations, and Crawford was intent on meeting them.

He held out the garment bag he had carried into the living room, ignoring the shiver of precognitive dread that fled down his spine. “You will change into this.”

Schuldig raised one eloquently amused eyebrow, but made no move to accept the garment. “You have a corsage for me as well?”

“Get dressed.”

“And here I thought I already was. I even put on clean underwear.”

Crawford refused to rise to the telepath’s baiting. They were on a schedule, and the sooner Schuldig lost interest in his play, the sooner they would be able to leave.

“I’m really not a dress up sort of guy.”

Crawford merely blinked slowly in response. There was no time for this.

Schuldig yielded the dominance play with a characteristic air of nonchalance, bored more than submissive as he snagged the garment bag from Crawford and marched back to the cluttered haven of his room.

Crawford paged through a day old paper, noting the comics had been stolen and the crossword finished as he grew more concerned about being late. He looked up when the pointedly loud closing of a door drew his attention. Schuldig stood in the hall, posture for once impeccable, hair loose down over the shoulders of the black suit jacket. The telepath had even pulled his tie into an acceptably tight knot. Schuldig moved like he had something to offer as he shifted his position just so and smiled like he had a secret to share.

He had been warned, but that didn’t stop Crawford’s pulse from attempting overtime and his cock to give an appreciative twitch. Schuldig’s eyes glittered with amusement that was only partially malicious, his lips curling up into a smile. The telepaths amusement tickled through Crawford’s appreciative stare, inspiring a bit of irritation that proved to be more of an incentive than a deterrent. A hint of cologne proved to be the last straw. Crawford stood, closed in with a few long strides, and ruined Schuldig’s expert tie job with one yank.

‘I do so love cracking your cool.’

Decadent. There was no other word for the taste of Schuldig’s mouth, the feel of expensive material under his hands as he grabbed hold of Schuldig’s shoulders. He had built this, this dressed up lethal man. It was never as apparent as when he commanded Schuldig to do something as out of character as settle back into an image that was of Crawford’s making. It was empirical evidence of control, and it was more intense than any aphrodisiac peddled on any street corner or in any shady pharmacists shop.  

It wasn’t slumming, not when he dragged his hands down sides dressed in a king’s ransom of designer clothing. The black suit flattered Schuldig’s pale coloring, his whimsical fox-fur mane. It showed off every exquisite inch of Schuldig’s tumbler’s build.

‘Don’t we have places to go, people to mock?’

Crawford bit Schuldig’s lower lip in a mix of irritation and lust, the usual emotional miasma the telepath stirred up when in his presence.

Schuldig chuckled, tongue flicking out to check for blood. “Feel free to help me out of the suit, but I’m not putting it back on after.”

It was a fierce conflict of interests. The idea of stripping Schuldig and fucking that smug look off of his face was rather appealing. But Schwartz had an obligation to fulfill, an image to uphold…

“I hate it when you decide to take the logical path,” Schuldig sighed as Crawford backed off. Then his face split into a vicious smile. “Though, I think the hard on really makes the outfit, don’t you?”

Comments

[indelicateink]

Heh heh heh! Really incredibly marvelous. ♥ I just love how you've written their dynamic.

[smoothlikebutta.livejournal.com]

It was empirical evidence of control, and it was more intense than any aphrodisiac peddled on any street corner or in any shady pharmacists shop.

That is so Crawford. And I loved the fact that Schuldig came close to making him lose control. Of course, they can always have fun after the party.

[freeradical9.livejournal.com]

Hee. What a great snapshot of the balance of power between them. (I love Schuldig's defiance in insisting that he won't dress up a second time!) Very nicely done. ^_^

[haraamis.livejournal.com]

Fabulous. The whole story is very cool, and I'm thrilled with your characterizations of the two.

Schuldig yielded the dominance play with a characteristic air of nonchalance, bored more than submissive

This line for example just makes me go 'yes, yes, exactly'. XD

Also, I just generally love the way you write, how you use words and images. ^_^ Great job, really.

[animegoil.livejournal.com]

My gosh I love you. Just. so much.

I can't ever get enough of your Schuldig. 'Places to go, people to mock' teasing Crawford, the whole package. <3 This made my day. It's 10:30 friday night, and I have to start filling out college applications. This makes everything so much better.

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Mmm, yummy. I can imagine this happening quite easily with these two, and I think you nailed it perfectly. Great job.

Typo error though; 'dragged his hands down sides dressed in a king’s random of designer clothing.'
I think it's supposed to be 'king's ransom'?

[fireun.livejournal.com]

thanks for the beta-catch. *goes off to correct*

glad you enjoyed!

[tirwolf.livejournal.com]

Delicious!

[tirwolf.livejournal.com]

You know, you really should add this scene to a full fledged story.... ducks book thrown at head.. LOL.