Joined [Weiß Kreuz, Crawford/Schuldig, R]

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Title: Joined
Author/Artist: sagemuraken
Rating: R (18+)
Warnings: Rough sex, twisted themes
Prompt: Weiß Kreuz - Crawford/Schuldig - Angry sex - Intellectually, he didn't want to be doing this, it was just that it felt so damned good...
Word count: 615



Hatred.

Hate was such a strong emotion. There were many things that Crawford hated and he let them all enter his head now.

Anger.

Many things also made him angry and he added them to his mind, pulling them forward then letting them flood through his body, targeting to a single point and channelling it into every rough thrust he made into Schuldig's body.

The mass of strong, violent emotions coming from Crawford was driving Schuldig to previously unheard of heights. It was a chaotic jumble that roared in his head and he could barely hear what was around him. He could barely even feel how hard Crawford was taking him. It was all in his head.

Schuldig's fingers were digging into the flesh Crawford's shoulders. This just enflamed Crawford further as he pounded into the other man. The redhead was making noises of ecstasy but seemed lost in his own private world. In a way, Crawford didn't even care. This felt so damned good. It was all about his body right now and those emotions that just made this a complete release.

The anger drove him. His cock thrust in and out of Schuldig in a frenzied motion. The bed protested underneath them, creaking with the weight of their brutal passions. He may regret doing this later, in an intellectual sense when he could give this some serious thought, but for now his brain was following only one thing.

And that one thing felt incredible as its head nudged the deepest recesses of Schuldig's ass; as its slicked shaft dug in, forcing its way through that heated passage. His nerve endings were searing with so much energy and the most intoxicating sensations that he just gave into them, continuing to feed the flames with the fury he felt over this weakness.

For that was what this was. Giving in to lust and desire was a weakness that he thought didn't suit his intelligence. It was brutish and animalistic - and he couldn't stop now.

Schuldig clutched onto him even tighter and Crawford could feel the man orgasm against him. He felt the fluid hit his skin, hot and sticky and the way Schuldig's body closed around him in reflex. His thoughts centred around his cock again. The pulse that beat hotly around it and he fucked Schuldig harder, so aroused now that there seemed to be nothing else of him left but his erection; his dick inside that throbbing passageway.

He came then, the hate and anger and lust all culminating in one fantastic explosion of pleasure. He cried out, not Schuldig's name but something incoherent, his own voice ringing in his ears. Everything drained from him quickly. He wanted to get out now, kick Schuldig out of his bed and just go to sleep but it wasn't that simple.

He couldn't move. Breathing heavily he lay across Schuldig, still buried deep inside him, but spent.

Schuldig was laughing softly and his nails unstuck themselves from Crawford's shoulder to briefly stroke the other man's hair. It was an idle, careless gesture, not a loving or affectionate one.

"The perfect melding of mind and body," he whispered. "The best sensation ever."

Schuldig paused but Crawford could only continue to catch his breath, his body still singing with pleasure. Had all that anger and emotion been his? Maybe not.

"The best ever," Schuldig repeated with a satisfied sigh. "Don't you think?"

The hatred and anger had belonged to them both. Crawford now realised that he'd been used as much as he'd used Schuldig. He didn't like the idea but he couldn't argue with the results.

"The best," he breathed in acceptance and agreement. "You fucking bastard."