Exotic

Exotic


Created by Phlie


For a friend who is obsessed.


This fic will contain lots of sex and probably a lot of violence. Please don’t continue reading unless you REALLY want to read about sex and violence

Oh, and I don’t own the boys. But I own Ester. Do not use her without express written permission from me!


Chapter 1 – The Letter


It was cold, his breath was coming out as if he was smoking one of Schuldich’s cigarettes, but that was one of the last things he would be caught doing. He just needed to complete this one simple task and then he could go into the comfort of his home. Snatching the required articles, he stealthfully made his way back to the drop off point. Nagi came thru the front door of the two
story house that he shared with the other three members of Schwartz. He was his usual quiet self, so no one heard him. If Farfarello had not been waiting to ambush the boy, he would have been able to get to the study before anyone even knew that he had grabbed the mail on his way in. As it was, however, Farf jumped out from behind the partition that separated the living room from the kitchen. He immediately grabbed for the mail and then jumped back far enough so that Nagi couldn’t retrieve the precious stack.


They had an understanding. They weren’t allowed to use their powers against their housemates. The only time that would ever be allowed to was in an emergency or, in Crawford’s case, if he ‘saw’ that something bad was going to happen to one of them. That being the case, Nagi could only scream for their leader as Farf began to rip the pieces of mail one by one.


“Destroying Christmas cards makes God hurt”, he chanted as he took his time ripping the greeting cards to shreds.


Crawford practically raced from his study and only touched a few steps on his way down the long staircase. He had to get the lunatic to stop before something crucial was destroyed. This happened every year about this time, and Crawford had asked Nagi to
accept the mission of bringing in the mail and taking it to the drop off point, which meant Nagi was to deliver it straight to the study. It seemed that Farf had caught on this year and wasn’t going to let anyone keep him from his fun.


Nagi screamed as loud as he could. The usually quiet boy had a great set of lungs. This unusual behavior stunned Farf for a moment and he was distracted long enough for Crawford to punch him in the stomach several times. The Irishman sunk to his knees and Crawford picked him up and slung him over his shoulder as Nagi hurriedly picked up the remaining mail and checked the shredded bits of paper for signs of something other than seasonal merriment.


There was indeed something important that had barely made its escape before it was harmed. A letter for Crawford. It wasn’t a bill or another stupid credit card offer. It looked more personal. Maybe he had an admirer and hadn’t told them about it. That’s when Nagi noticed that the return address was from somewhere in America and decided that he could probably earn himself some extra free time by insuring that this letter was properly delivered.


* * * *


When Crawford was done strapping Farf into his restraints, he locked the padded cell and walked back to his study. He needed a drink. This was too much to put up with just because it was near Christmas time. When he got to the wet bar, he fixed himself a bourbon before relaxing back into his chair at the desk. That’s when he noticed Nagi. The boy was calmly sitting across the huge mahogany desk from him, letter in hand.


“I managed to retrieve a very important looking letter addressed to you, Crawford. I was hoping that I could get some free time
by delivering this to you safe and sound.”


Crawford was visibly still upset. He had been interrupted, gotten into a fight, and then strung Farfello up just because the boy couldn’t see that there was an ambush waiting. He swallowed back the rest of his drink and slammed the glass back onto his desk.


“You should be glad that I didn’t lock you up with him, the way you were screaming! That letter, if it is indeed something
important, will not get you out of your responsibilities. It will merely save you from your punishment.”


Nagi didn’t miss a beat. He knew that Crawford wasn’t really mad at him and so he merely walked over and laid the letter on top of
the empty glass. Turning to leave, he didn’t look back to see Crawford pick up the item and glance at it. If he had, he would have seen him grow pale.


* * * *


“What’s up Crawford’s ass tonight”, Schuldig asked with his patented sexy smirk. It wasn’t that he really cared; he just wanted the quiet boy to say something.


Nagi simply shrugged. He wasn’t about to give away his secret. He knew that something was about to happen. In all the time he had been a part of Schwartz, he had never heard of Crawford receiving a personal letter. And since it was from someone in
America, it could only mean it was as personal as personal gets for the man.


Schuldig was about to open his mouth to question Nagi once more when there was a loud crash from the direction of the study and Crawford came stumbling out into the hallway. He looked like hell. Schuldig immediately rushed up the stairs and to his leader’s side.


“Bradley, baby, what’s the matter”, he asked in his most convincing worried voice. Wrapping his arms around him, he tried to
comfort the older man by rubbing on his back, but Crawford only jerked away.


“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”


Crawford wasn’t in the mood for the red head’s games. Unwrapping the arms that were traveling lower, he pushed him to the wall
before releasing him and then making his way downstairs. He sat down in his self designated black leather recliner and let his head relax back for a split second before remembering why he had come down in the first place.


“We need to have a meeting.” He turned to look up at Schuldig, who was still standing in the hallway above. “Are you going to come down and listen to what I have to say, or are you going to join Farfarello in not knowing about the guest we’re going to have?”


That single word, guest, was enough to make Schuldig excited and Nagi smile. The German jumped of the railing and landed
perfectly, right in front of the couch. Crawford made a mental note to put a coffee table there as soon as possible, creating another space that the red head couldn’t jump around in.


“A guest. How delightful. When will she be arriving?”


Crawford had to do a double take. He had expected the telepath to ask that type of question, especially since the thoughts were
probably gushing out of his mind. But to have Nagi ask was a surprise.


“How do you know our guest is female? What do you know that you didn’t tell me”, Schuldig asked the boy. He was almost annoyed that Nagi had left him out of the fun.


“Well, it’s not everyday Crawford gets a personal letter, from America no less. So I paid attention to the handwriting on the envelope. It certainly looked very feminine.”


Crawford just sat there while Schuldig bombarded him with questions. He was going to have a tough time controlling the man if he didn’t squash his hopes right away. Giving the telepath a hard glare to silence him, Crawford started answering the questions that had been posed.


“Yes, yes. Nagi is right. We are going to have a female in the house for awhile. And no, she’s not an old girlfriend. She’s my cousin.” He stopped there, trying to think of what else they would need to know, without telling them too much about her. That’s when he realized that anything he could tell them would probably be out of date. He hadn’t seen his cousin in almost 10 years. And since that was over half her life time, things would have certainly changed.


“What I really want to know”, began Nagi, “is if I would be permitted to see the letter.”


Crawford glanced at him warily at first, but then reached into his pant pocket to retrieve it. Handing it to Nagi, he again began to try to explain the situation and how things were going to have to be handled. Nagi took the letter from its envelope and unfolded the single page. He glanced at it briefly and then had the gall to interrupt Crawford.


“She is 19 and fresh out of –”


“Why didn’t you see this in a vision?”


Crawford looked like he was gonna cry. His whole face scrunched up and he quickly took his glasses off and laid his head in the palm of his right hand. He had to tell them, there was no other way.


Schuldig obviously wasn’t paying attention to the question Nagi had asked, because all he was concerned about was that the girl must be stupid. She was 19 and just finished high school? He questioned Crawford about this and was surprised when his leader went from nearly collapsing in tears, to roaring with the loudest laugh he had ever heard from the man. Finally calming down, the precog wiped away the tears that had fallen from laughing too hard.


“She’s a Crawford, Schuldig. Don’t insult her. She just finished college. And for your question, Nagi, I didn’t see this because she didn’t want me to.” Crawford sighed as he sat back into his chair.


“She has an ability. It’s not like yours or mine. It’s beyond both powers in a way, and yet not as powerful at the same time. She can’t foresee things, nor can she read or input thoughts into others. What she can do is block off any or all functions of the brain. That includes blocking me from seeing her coming here and will include Schuldig’s ability to get into her mind. She could also turn the brain completely off, in effect killing someone…but she would never use it that way.”


“This letter says that she’s on a flight to come here right now. How is this? How could she know when you would get this letter?”


“This is the most I’ve heard you talk in years, Nagi. Maybe we should have mysterious guests over more often”, said Schuldig.


Nagi and Crawford just ignored the red head. He wasn’t important right now and they both new it. What was important was getting things straightened out before she arrived.


“I already called my aunt. She confirmed that they had just returned from dropping Ester off at the airport. She will indeed be here tomorrow afternoon. I asked her what this was all about. Evidently Ester has a close friend in the Navy who is stationed over here. She hasn’t seen her in years because of her hectic school schedule, and now wants to spend some time with her. So she is going to
be staying here with us for awhile.”


“Her name is Ester? What kind of a name is that? Is she a prude? That name sounds VERY prudish!”


“Her name comes from the bible. Her dad is a minister. And I’m sure she’s still a virgin, knowing her parents. Is that good enough for you?” He hadn’t meant to snap, hadn’t meant to give out that information so soon, but Schuldig was making his head ache.


“That’s okay, I’m sure I can change thought”, Schuldig replied as he flashed his winning smile.


“Well, I don’t know what‘s happened to her over the years, but last time I saw her, she wasn’t your type.”


“What’s that supposed to mean?”


“Well, she’s very intelligent.”


“And?”


“She likes cultural events”


“…”


“She doesn’t know how to dance.”


“She doesn’t need to know how to dance for me to fuck her.”


“Sh-she’s fat!”


“Oh.” With that, the German turned and went into the kitchen.


Fat chicks were a turn off for the man and Crawford knew it. He wasn’t even sure if Ester was fat anymore….but for her sake he hoped she was. He didn’t want another innocent girl corrupted.


“Crawford, have you thought about where she’s going to sleep? I mean, I assume she’s not going to be made to sleep on the couch.”


“I’ve been thinking about it. She can’t stay with me or Farfarello. In fact, I don’t want him to even know about her. If he found out she was a minister’s daughter he would try to torture her, maybe even kill her so he can hurt God. And I would never let her near Schuldig’s bed. So unless you want to room with one of us, I was going to ask if she could stay with you. I know that it’s not convenient, but we’re gonna have to make do. Besides, she won’t bother you. She’s very quiet.”


If Crawford had bothered to look up, he would have seen the sparkle in Nagi’s eyes as the young boy processed those words. Evidently he was to be trusted with the girl. Crawford hadn’t even noticed that Nagi had kept the letter. As it was, the boy stood and walked towards the stairs, pausing in midstep before making his ascent.


“I’ll make room in my closet.”

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