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Opening Gambit

Let the games begin

Bradley Crawford was suffering from quite the most fantastic
headache he could recall in recent memory.
Regardless of the comfortable temperature afforded the office by the ridiculously
overpriced air conditioning system, the constant whirring sound was beginning
to wear on Crawford’s nerves.

He got up quickly, sending his chair rolling back to bump
against the wall before he crossed the room to flip the thermostat switch. He opened a window, confident that the breeze
would be enough to ensure that he did not break a sweat. When he sat down at his desk again, he raked
a hand through his hair, frustrated with his inability to focus and he began to
entertain uncharitable thoughts about his employer in general and the building
in particular.

He was perilously close to making a phone call and having
the unit replaced.

Replaced? Let’s just blow it up.

Crawford lay his pen down and raised his head, though he
didn’t immediately look toward the open window.

“You know…I wouldn’t object if you opted to use the door.” Crawford slid a gaze to the open window,
where Schuldig leaned, just looking in.
He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I can’t think of a single reason why I would want to do
that.” He returned, tapping his foot on
the iron railing.

Crawford sighed, slipping off his glasses and pinching the
bridge of his nose, forehead creased in discomfort. “I’m going to move to an office without a
balcony.”

Schuldig snorted in derision and swung his legs over the
railing, ducking inside the open window and smiling brilliantly at Crawford
when he stood just inside the room. He
straightened to his full height and smoothed a hand down the front of his
jacket. “No, you won’t. This is the best office in the building.”

Crawford didn’t respond and he regarded Schuldig mildly as
he slipped his glasses back on. One didn’t
need to be a telepath to know what the German was thinking though he didn’t
give voice to the snide remark that was surely hovering just on the tip of his
tongue.

“Indeed.” Crawford
allowed, playing along.

Schuldig moved to perch on the corner of Crawford’s
desk. “It doesn’t seem likely that you
would move your office. Particularly
since you worked so hard to get it.”

Crawford’s steely glare was enough to cut short Schuldig’s
words and replace them with a knowing smile.

“Kitazawa’s death was ruled an unfortunate accident. Drop it.”

Schuldig laughed, glancing over his shoulder at the prints
spread out on Crawford’s desk. “You’re
the boss.” He canted his head, orange
hair parting to reveal the pale flash of his throat. “What’s this?”

Crawford simply blinked slowly when Schuldig turned his head
to glance at him. Perfectly aware that
he’d been caught staring, Crawford showed no outward reaction and simply continued
to gaze at the redhead. Finally, he
spoke. “Floor plans.”

Schuldig grinned. “Takatori?”

Crawford nodded. “Of
course, Takatori.”

Schuldig shook his head lightly and flashed an admiring
smile at Crawford. “The man trusts you,
Brad.”

Crawford shrugged. “The
man’s an idiot. His arrogance is
unparalleled.”

Schuldig leaned forward, caressing the lapel of Crawford’s
jacket. “By most, anyway.”

And just like that, Schuldig felt whatever ground he’d
gained pulled back as Crawford’s armor slammed firmly into place. He sat up; any hint of relaxation replaced
with the typical stiff, formal posture Schuldig had begun to associate with
Crawford’s need to maintain a safe distance.

Schuldig released Crawford’s jacket and began, instead, to
leaf through the floor plans. “He would
have given you this information if you’d only asked.”

Crawford shook his head, irritated for a moment before he
became distracted by the long, lean lines of Schuldig’s body. The coat he wore was atrocious, but he was
willing to bet that the body beneath it would be nothing short of
perfection.

Eyes wide and heartbeat kicking up just enough to deliver
him a sudden flash of heat, Crawford wondered just where in the hell that thought had come from. He’d never considered Schuldig as anything
other than a subordinate and teammate – that was never going to change.

Schuldig, damn him, feigned unawareness and continued to
peruse the floor plans spread out before him. “So why didn’t you ask?” He lifted his gaze to Crawford’s then, his
expression annoyingly blank.

Crawford sat back in his chair, striving for
nonchalance. “I don’t need his
assistance. We’re there to keep the old
bastard from being assassinated – as far as he’s concerned, that’s all we’re
there to do.”

Schuldig laughed, leaning to stretch out on his back on
Crawford’s desk, incredibly satisfied with the way the man’s Adam’s apple
bobbed above his silk tie when he swallowed nervously. How he thought his feelings were any secret
from Schuldig, the telepath couldn’t imagine – but he was thankful for the
amusement, in any event. “You always
play by your own rules, Bradley.”

Crawford’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You
have a problem with that?”

Schuldig only propped himself up on one elbow and regarded
Crawford with no small amount of scrutiny.
“Not at all. I simply would
appreciate being notified when you changed them, that’s all.”

Crawford tensed – Schuldig could feel it, no matter how cool
his superior appeared.

“When there is information that I believe you need to be
made aware of, you may rest assured that I will impart it to you with the
utmost urgency.”

Schuldig licked his lips, voice lowering to a murmur between
them. “There are many things that make
me…urgent, Bradley, but Takatori is not one of them.”

Crawford became very still, his voice a near echo of
Schuldig’s. “Perhaps you should
leave. Go find a woman if you’re feeling
urgent.”

Schuldig turned on Crawford’s desk, rolling to his knees
gracefully and leaning in until his nose was inches away from Crawford’s. The dark haired man didn’t move, giving no
ground.

“I don’t want a woman, Brad.” He whispered, his breath warm against
Crawford’s lips. “And neither do you.”

Crawford’s cold, blue gaze never wavered, not even when he
felt the telepath’s fingertips grazing his neck. “You don’t know what I want.”

Suddenly, Schuldig’s soft, knowing laughter was there in his
mind, a little tickle against his consciousness. I know
everything you want, Bradley. You
underestimate me.

Crawford stared, drawn in by the look in Schuldig’s eyes,
held there firmly by his proximity. Never.

And as Schuldig’s lips barely grazed his own, Crawford
turned his head, shuddering when the telepath’s hot mouth slid along his
cheek. He took a slow, deep breath,
warned himself against playing games with someone like Schuldig.

The redhead pulled back excruciatingly slowly, letting his
breath fan Crawford’s hair. The rules
had just changed again – right in the middle of the game. “We’ll finish this later.”

Crawford kept his head turned though his voice was steady,
steely. “It’s finished now. I don’t want that from you.”

When Schuldig spoke again, his voice drifted to Crawford
from near the window. The knowledge that
he was leaving calmed Crawford considerably – the last thing he wanted was to
consider Schuldig sexually. It was not
part of the plan.

“Liar.” The telepath
whispered. And with a little rattle of
the blinds, he was gone – his nearly overpowering presence replaced with the
early autumn breeze.

Crawford glanced toward the window, unable to decide if what
he felt was relief or disappointment. He
stood, moving around the desk to close the window and, as an afterthought,
locked it. Then he turned the thermostat
up – the noise would be a welcome distraction at this point. It would drown out the accusatory
silence.

To the empty room, and in response to the air conditioning’s
whirring, Crawford spoke aloud. To his
own ears, his words sounded forced and unconvincing. “My feelings are not your honey, Schuldig.”

That laugh, unbidden, but no surprise, tugged at the back of
his mind. I remember. There are bees
around. This isn’t over, Bradley.

Crawford was silent as he realized that he hadn’t bothered
to try to shut Schuldig out. He’d opened
the gate and invited him in. And he
began to wonder if the telepath wasn’t right in some regard. He shook his head then. It wasn’t a priority. He was not a lover of men and he had an
empire to infiltrate.

Oh, and Brad?

Crawford experienced a surge of anger. Go
away, Schuldig. Play time is over.

My jacket is not
atrocious. There was a brief, meaningful
pause. You were right about that other part, though. Have a nice day.

Crawford cursed under his breath and swept the papers off
his desk in a rare loss of self control.
The more he denied it, the guiltier he became.

Damn.
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