Crawford\'s Seduction

Title: Crawford’s Seduction
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Schuldig x Farferello x Crawford
Summary: Crawford comes home to find Schu and Farf making out in his room...he\'s only angry at them until they let him join them.


Crawford’s Seduction


Bradley Crawford entered Schwarz’s apartment quietly, trying to ignore the start of a headache he was feeling. It was almost one in the morning and he was tired and aching, just wanting to slip between the cool crisp sheets of his bed in effort to forget the lecture he’d just been issued by one pissed off Reiji Takatori.

As he entered, he noticed all was quiet and sighed in thanks as he kicked off his shoes. His tidiness was overcome and let his briefcase drop to the floor before moving along the corridors in the dark towards his room, tugging off his tie e wee went. After opening the door he moved over to his bed and fumbled with the light switch. Once on, he stepped back and swallowed an un-dignified squeak.

“What… can’t you two get a damn room”.

Schuldig looked up from where he was leaving trails of saliva and sharp little bites across Farferello’s neck and smi His His brow rose, as his hand didn’t leave its spot firmly wedged in the Irishman’s pants.

“But Bradley, we ARE in a room”.

He continued to grin as Farferello arched into his hand, trailing bites over the junction of his neck as he stroked callous fingers over a hardening nipple beneath the German’s shirt.

“I meant your own room, not mine!”

Crawford growled as he sat down, desperately trying to not look at what was happening on his bed as he sat tensely on the opposite end.

“And don’t call be Bradley, unless you want to be punished Schuldig”.

He was not in the mood for the German’s teasing, and hoped his mis-placement of words didn’t earn him a leer. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly, missing the predatory look Farferello gave Schu, kissing him before crawling off his lap.

“What?!”

Crawford’s eyes shot open as he felt a weight settle in his lap and blinked open confused eyes to look into Farferello’s single one.

“I’m sure you can think of better ways to punish us, than kick us out of your bed… Bradley”.

The words seemed to drip sexuality, coming out on a husky pus ths the Irishman leant forwards and traced his tongue down the American’s forehead. It then continued its trail down his nose and across both cheeks before swiping across Crawford’s mouth. The American’s eyes widened before he shot a glance to Schuldig, arms frozen to the spot for a second before settling on Farferello’s waist to push him off.

“What the hell are you…mphh”.

He was cut off mid question as Farferello’s tongue slipped into his mouth and traced along his teeth, his fingers making their decent down his pale blue shirt. The long, scarred fingers tugged the buttons free until patience was lost and the shirt was ripped open. Crawford groaned as his mouth was plundered, wondering what the hell was going on and why he was allowing it as the shirt was yanked down his arms, catching in the crooks of his elbows until it was almost ripped in half. He was glad he’d already removed the tie and any other hinderous clothing.

He’d not heard the German move until Farferello was eased off of him, his face turning to kiss Schuldig’s own bruised lips. Tongue’s battled urgently as Farferello’s shirt was pulled off, a hand slipping into his pants again to grasp his arousal. All Crawford could do was watch, afraid of shattering the erotic image before his eyes, if he dared move. Only when both where breathless did they part, Schuldig kissing Farferello’s neck from behind as well kept nails were stroked across his chest, fingers finding already hardening nipples and pinching sharply. Farferello’s gaze flickered from the hand pleasuring him to the American’s before he turned his head and whispered something to the man behind him.

Both men moved back, panting softly into each other’s mouths, and Crawford thought he was forgotten in the others’ lust. He was about to stand when he felt a hand tugging at his pant\'s buckle. Once un-done, his pants and boxers were pulled free, his growing hardness released to the cool air and both men looked him up and down before Farferello slid a hand over to him. It moved over his collarbone, down to dusky nipples, and then trailed down to his hardening cock. The touch was explorative, learning the tanned skin, finding its pleasure spots, and Farferello’s face was full of wonder and need.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner Schu?”

Both grinned before Farferello pounced Crawford, thrusting his tongue into the hot cavern of the others mouth as he felt hips arch into his own and arms wrap around him. One hand slid into his hair to keep his face close with an almost bruising force. Schuldig watched as he finished stripping the Irishman who moved his hips up to help before grinding his own naked crotch into Crawford’s and whimpered softly, swallowing the groan of the other man as Schuldig in turn stripped. He may not have been totally pleased about the idea of getting their leader into bed, but watching his lover with the American, their different skin tones mixing in a fury of contrasting colours, light and dark, silver hair against black. It had him hard and ready to move on. They’d spoken about it before many times and Farferello was intent on having some fun. With the thought of getting no sex if they didn’t even try, looming in the distance, Schuldig had decided to do something about it.

Once Crawford was thrusting up blindly, groans leaving his mouth in a mixture of curses and Farferello’s name, Schuldig pulled his lover back against him. He bit his neck possessively before he slipped a now lubed hand down to stroke the others’ pale cock, the tip red and dripping. Crawford’s mouth dropped open as he watched, feeling his own twitch in need, wanting to touch the man before him, but forced himself to watch as Farferello writhed in his lovers arms. He knew they’d been together for a few months but including him in this little thing was odd, he hadn’t even known they’d wanted him. It was a shock, but a welcomed one.

Before Farferello knew it he was set down on his hands and knees and Schuldig thrust into him from behind. Already lubed he slipped in easily and Farferello groaned, his back arching as he hissed. He squeezed his muscles tightly as Schuldig began to rock into him slowly, keeping his hand firmly pumping him.

“Would you like this Brad? Like to fuck him? Like him to fuck you? Would you go hard and rough or slow and gently”.

With each word he demonted,ted, smiling as Farferello mewed beneath him, before pushing him forwards so his face was against the American’s cock. Crawford’s eyes widened as Farferello licked his lips, staring up at him intently, waiting.

“Would you like to suck him Farfie? Like to taste that sweet cock, have it in you… hmmmm?”

A single hard thrust had Farferello crying out sharply as his prostate was hit intently.

“Yessss….”

He hissed, rocking back onto the cock inside him as Schuldig leant over, biting his neck, before whispering again in his ear and soon Crawford felt his erection engulfed in hot wetness.

“FUCK!”

He arched up sharply before trying to control his actions, glaring at the German before looking down at Farferello, hoping to have not gagged him with the initial thrust. He gasped softly as a tongue flickered over the head of his arousal, a hand at the base of him, pumping him as Farferello sucked and nibbled, not seeming to have minded as he began to hum. Schuldig continued to watch, feeling himself grow harder in Farferello as he slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come before the best part and smirked as Crawford’s eyes closed. His hands grabbed Farferello’s hair tightly, twining it between his fingers as he continued to thrust his hips upwards gently. With the American’s attention wavered, Schuldig pressed a small tube into Farferello’s free hand, smiling at the tightening of the walls around his erection in response, as the tube’s cap clicked open.

Crawford sighed a little as he felt a warm slickness, move over his balls, groaning softly as a slick finger trailed across his entrance, to emerged to really know the true implications of it until a finger slid into him, stroking the velvety walls inside.

Brown eyes opened and he gasped. Looking down he could almost see the smirk on Farferello’s lips if he wasn’t to busy sucking him, and moving his head he could clearly see the smirk pressed firmly on Schu’s. His eyes flickered shut as another was entered, tensing a moment until the sucking motion increased and he relaxed enough for a third to enter. His mews grew as the fingers began to stretch his insides, probing and curling and he arched up wildly into Farferello’s mouth. Soft cries left from deep inside his throat, and Farferello groaned around him as Schuldig’s even slicker hand moved around to coat him again before he pulled out.

Farferello whimpered at the loss, before pulling his own fingers out of Crawford gently, the man in return opening his eyes as the warmth left his cock. His eyes widened before he could say anything as his legs were pushed open, knees up and soon Farferello was pushing inside him slowly, groaning at the tight heat before he waited, buried to the hilt. He looked up, hoping to not see angry eyes at entering the American without permission but could only see lust as he met dilated pupils and his mouth dropped open when Crawford pushed up to meet him.

“Don’t fucking sit there dammit”.

Farferello grinned, turning his head to kiss Schu before he pulled out to the tip and thrust back in hard, making the American wail in surprise.

He waited for a second as the German moved behind him, lined up and thrust in quickly. Crawford groaned as the motion sent Farferello further into him and realized in some inane way he was getting fucked by two guys, two guys who happened to be his teammates and not totally sane. He wrapped his arms around Farferello’s waist as he arched up impatiently, not about to beg for it but not about to wait till hell froze over either. Both got the hint and pulled back, Farferello thrusting in hard as Schuldig gyrated his hips, hitting Farferello’s pleasure spot and made the other groan and thrust back hard against him, before doing the same to Crawford. Both sensed the American hadn’t had any encounters in some time unless he secretly got it on the side and two separate hands wrapped around his cock as Farferello kissed him and Schuldig nibbled Farferello’s neck. With that, they began moving quickly, intent on bringing Crawford off soon, Farferello wanting to see his face as he came and Schuldig just wanting to see the American let go.

“See Bradley, isn’t Farfie’s cock up there much better than that proverbial stick? I bet you’d like it lodged up their more ne?”

He grinned as it got the required response; eyes opened to blink up blearily as Crawford started to pant. Farferello could tell he was close and increased the movement of his hand and thrusts, making the German cry out and pound harder. Only when a mantra of Farferello’s name left Crawford’s lips did they know he was close and with a final thrust, the hardness of it hitting prosprostate directly sent Crawford into a whirlwind of cries as he arched, coming over both Schuldig’s and Farferello’s hand. His muscles clamped tightly around Farferello and within a few more thrusts the Irishman came, groaning both of his lovers’ names as Schuldig continued to pound into him. Both men beneath whimpered as Schuldig thrust once more before spilling his seed, and slumped over the Irishman, who was panting against Crawford’s chest.

Schuldig pulled out, allowing Farferello to do so, and both smirked at Crawford’s groan of loss before they snuggled against him, Farferello sprawled over Crawford and Schuldig spooning behind him.

Once the pants slowed, all went quiet as they regained their breaths.

“You’re not mad are you Crawford?”

Farferello’s now softened voice cut through the silence as he snuggled more into the arms around him. After a few moments he looked up, eye meeting Crawford’s own sated ones.

“No… just next time, I fuck you”.

Farferello grinned, and Schuldig’s voice bellowed from behind.

“Deal… just shut up so we can sleep and do it again later”.

The other two grinned as sleep took them, but in another room Nagi was desperately trying to not blow things up, window frames already rattling slightly.

“We are definitely padding both of their rooms”.