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- 1-At the movies with Schu
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At the Movies with
Schuldig

Or What the hell are we watching?

Schuldig didn’t enjoy the dark as much as he enjoyed forcing it on other
people. Crawford had to ask himself, as he stumbled through unlit corridors and
deserted hallways, why he never seemed to remember that.

On the outside, the multiplex was like a beacon – a very tasteless, illuminated
beacon – for the masses to see and be drawn in by. As far as Crawford was
concerned, anyone who saw purple neon and was actively, positively moved by it
deserved a little mind control and string pulling.

Admittedly, he’d been a bit worried when he’d entered the theatre to find it
completely bereft of employees and patrons. Well, except for the one.
The pretty blonde who stood behind the concession counter dressed only in
skimpy bra and panties had smiled vacantly at Crawford and offered him popcorn,
which he’d politely declined. He had taken a moment to admire her…form,
however. And after seeing her, the certainty that he was in the right place was
absolute.

Schuldig was here, he was alone and he was in a bit of a snit. Dangerous as he
was, though, Schuldig in a snit was not the most horrifying situation that
Crawford could imagine and so he’d decided, arrogantly, that he would simply
bite the bullet and go soothe his subordinate’s ruffled feathers.

At the end of the hallway, the choice to go right or left was his again and
Crawford didn’t hesitate before taking the path that led right. He knew which
theatre Schuldig was in. Glancing up at the marquee, he closed his eyes and
pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off the headache. He was almost afraid
to discover the significance of the particular movie Schuldig had chosen.
Deciding against trying to figure out Schuldig’s motives at the moment,
Crawford pushed open the double doors and breezed inside. As he’d known it
would be, the theatre was unoccupied but for the one seat in the very center of
the stadium.

The theatre was illuminated with bright colors and the light from the screen.
Whimsical, happy music surrounded him as he climbed the steps to Schuldig’s
seat and said not a word as he settled into the chair beside him. Schuldig
seemed uninterested in small talk and acknowledged Crawford by nudging him with
a box of jujubes. He didn’t glance away from the screen.

Crawford looked at the box for a moment before holding his hand out, palm out.
Schuldig tipped the box upside down and tapped a few red candies out into the
palm of Crawford’s hand before closing it again and tucking it between his
legs. He took a noisy slurp of his drink and grew still again. Crawford frowned
minutely at the jujubes.

“You know these things get stuck in my teeth.”

Schuldig was silent for a moment, apparently absorbed in a rather pivotal
scene. When the music changed, he turned his head – finally – and fixed
Crawford with a sharp gaze. “Tough.”

Crawford popped one of the candies between his lips and attempted to chew it up
with as much dignity as he could muster. Schuldig turned back to the movie,
satisfied, as no one could eat jujubes and manage any sort of dignity about
themselves. It wasn’t the vindication he’d imagined, but it would have to do.

“This is a new one, Schu. I’ve never had someone empty out a theatre just to
get my attention before. I think I’m flattered.”

Schuldig snorted. “Don’t be. I didn’t do it to get your attention.” He shifted
a bit, leaning away from Crawford. “And don’t call me Schu.”

Crawford bit his lip and reached for the box of jujubes, which Schuldig let him
take. Chewing thoughtfully, and with no small amount of effort, Crawford
glanced sideways at Schuldig. “You’re angry with me.”

Schuldig snorted in derision and crammed a handful of popcorn into his mouth so
he wouldn’t have to answer. Crawford was careful to shield his thoughts – this
game was so much better than the others. The stakes weren’t as high but the
return could triple if he played his cards right. Unless Schuldig somehow
sensed his amusement – and then things could get ugly. He wondered how far his
teammate would go to get the next point. Crawford knew he would take it to the
wall if he had to – to imagine that Schuldig would do any less would be a
careless underestimation of him.

“I don’t need to hear you say it. I know you’re angry.”

Crawford never stated the obvious. It wasn’t how he operated. That he did so
now infuriated Schuldig. The prescient was toying with him. Amusing himself.
Schuldig lifted his chin. “You’re so astute, Bradley. No wonder you’re in
charge.”

Crawford grinned in the near darkness. He’d called him Bradley. It was a good
sign. “What if I told you I was sorry?”

Schuldig rolled his eyes. “I’d know you were lying.” He leaned over, sipping
his drink without taking it out of the cup holder. Crawford watched the way his
hair caught the light, the way it lay over his shoulders.

He licked his lips, fingers curling to keep from reaching out just to touch.

“You brought me here, Schuldig.” Crawford asserted, voice low. “What’s the
game? The ball’s in your court.”

Schuldig turned slowly, the expression in his eyes unreadable. His voice was
barely audible over the ridiculous music and Crawford found himself leaning
forward to hear.

“I don’t know if I’m going to play this round, Brad.”

Crawford blinked behind his glasses, the light reflecting off the lenses and
shielding his eyes from Schuldig. The telepath wasn’t reaching this time and
Crawford was offering nothing of himself. It was if they’d lost sight of both
the goal and, in the process, of themselves as well. This interlude was not about
Weiss, not about Schwarz…not about anything. This playing field hadn’t been
touched and regardless of Schuldig’s talent for breaking down barriers – this
time it was Brad Crawford who forged ahead into the unknown. Without looking,
without knowing in advance where he was headed, he didn’t consider the future
at all when he gripped the back of Schuldig’s neck and pulled him into the sort
of kiss he’d sworn never to share again.

Schuldig was instantly pliant against him, one hand resting on Crawford’s shoulder
as the other slid into the back of his soft, short hair. Crawford turned his
head a bit and Schuldig lay his head on his superior’s shoulder to let him lead
as he wished. Crawford’s kisses were deep, possessive, hot. There was no
hint of question, no seeking permission, no uncertainty.

You take, like it’s a given that I’ll let you have it.

Crawford moaned softly and turned to press Schuldig back against the chair,
sliding one hand up the redhead’s thigh while he helped himself to every bit of
emotion Schuldig tried to keep from him.

You want me to have it. You’ve been offering for weeks.

Schuldig reached between them, popping the buttons of his pants and sliding
down in the seat to spread his thighs a bit more. I didn’t think you’d go
after it so quickly.

Crawford growled low in his throat and slipped his hand into the front of
Schuldig’s pants, rubbing him through his underwear. Surprise.

Schuldig gasped, tipping his head back to bare his throat and suddenly
Crawford’s lips were hot at his neck, sucking and kissing while he curled his
fingers around his erection. Schuldig squirmed, shifting to drape one leg over
Crawford’s, his arms winding tight around his neck. He was breathing fast, eyes
open and still a little disbelieving. The lines hadn’t been drawn, the rules
undecided and Crawford was handling him like he actually wanted him. Like he
didn’t care who would come out on top, even though it was never any question
that that particular position belonged solely to Brad Crawford.

What are you doing, Bradley?

Crawford slid one hand down Schuldig’s long, lean back and gripped his ass hard
as he slipped his other hand into Schuldig’s underwear and touched him lightly.
Schuldig arched into the contact and pulled Crawford’s hair as he initiated his
first, demanding kiss. He thrust his tongue into Crawford’s mouth, so very
graphic with only a kiss, while he arched into more of those agonizing touches.

Thinking about fucking you.

Schuldig reached between them, fumbling with the armrest until he finally broke
the kiss to slam it back against the chair and then he was pushing Crawford
back into his own seat and climbing into his lap. Bradley was tall, an imposing
figure, but Schuldig almost matched him. Not quite as broad or as obvious with
his strength, Schuldig was wiry and agile and he wasted no time settling in
Crawford’s lap and thrusting roughly against him. Crawford groaned, head tipped
back against the seat when he gripped Schuldig’s ass with both hands.

Schuldig bent his head to nip Crawford’s neck, wringing a low hiss from his
superior. He framed Crawford’s face and stared intently into those dark eyes.
“Tell me why.”

Crawford didn’t answer right away, though he wasn’t searching for a reason that
Schuldig might accept. He simply didn’t know. All he knew was his own blood
that ran so hot and the quicksilver mystery that Schuldig continued to be.
Crawford reasoned that lust existed for its own sake and would make no real
sense no matter how deeply one pondered it. The bottom line was simply that he
liked having Schuldig under him. He liked knowing that each time they touched,
he was sticking his hand in the fire.

Not knowing whether or not the telepath would burn him was just one more reason
to keep going.

He grabbed Schuldig’s hand and pressed it over his own erection, grinding
against the redhead’s palm. “That’s why.”

Slowly, thankfully, the shroud Schuldig had been using to conceal himself
simply fell away and Crawford found himself in the path of the Mastermind once
again. Dangerous, confident and so fucking sexy that his cock twitched within
his teammate’s hand when the redhead turned that familiar smile on him.
Schuldig didn’t say a word, though his smug pleasure was written plainly in the
way he held Crawford captive with just a smile and he got Crawford’s pants open
without even sparing the buttons a glance.

His own pants were open and slipping down his hips when Crawford arched his
hips and pulled his teammate flush against him. Schuldig fell against him,
grinding their erections together as he sucked at Crawford’s neck and fumbled
with the buttons of his shirt. Crawford’s hands slid easily into the back of
his pants and Schuldig gasped when those long fingers gripped his ass and
squeezed.

You fight dirty…Bradley.

Crawford trailed fingertips along the crease of Schuldig’s ass and when the tip
of one finger circled that impossibly tight heat hidden there, Crawford’s cock
jerked, leaking just enough fluid between them to make his erection slide
against Schuldig’s. They gasped, in unison this time, and Schuldig, horny and
frustrated, grabbed either side of Crawford’s shirt and ripped. Buttons bounced
against the chair, the floor, the armrest beside Crawford and he pushed the
very tip of his finger into Schuldig’s ass, growling when the redhead bent to
suck at his nipple.

You’ve taught me a few things along the way.

They moved against each other, desperate and urgent and when Schuldig rose
above him, that long, orange hair a curtain around his face, Crawford moaned
softly and spread his teammate’s buttocks, shifting him so that his cock slid
along the cleft of his ass. Schuldig made some mindless, breathy sound and
thrust against Crawford, rubbing his dick against the taller man’s hip and
burying his face in the curve of Crawford’s neck.

Crawford rubbed his scrotum, holding him place with just a touch and angled his
hips a little – he was set to take what he needed and he was taking the wild
redhead with him.

Do it, Schu, come for me. Come on me.

Schuldig, to Crawford’s immense satisfaction, actually whimpered and began to
move restlessly against him. You…you, too.

Crawford’s breath was hot against Schuldig’s neck. Right behind you.

Schuldig cried out, finally giving voice to the pleasure Crawford offered him
and he sank his teeth into Crawford’s shoulder, sucking hard and still moaning
when his cock jerked and he spilled hot and obedient against his superior’s
belly.

Crawford’s cheek slid against his own and those fingers were like steel against
his ass but Schuldig barely noticed because Crawford was making low, urgent
little grunting noises against his ear and Schuldig’s higher brain functions
were dangerously close to simply shutting down.

He began to wonder what noises Brad Crawford would make in bed. Without an
audience.

“Bradley…Scheisse.”

Crawford wrapped his arms tight around Schuldig’s waist and thrust against him
one last time before he came, hard, right between the cheeks of Schuldig’s
pretty, tight ass. Their breath, heavy in counterpoint, were the only sounds
they made as they began the descent back to reality.

What was most surprising to Crawford, though, was the way he continued to hold
onto to the telepath – the way he wanted to continue holding him.

Against Schuldig’s ear, his smile evident, Crawford squeezed the telepath’s ass
in an almost fond gesture. Schuldig just shifted against him, lips still warm
at Crawford’s neck.

“This doesn’t change anything, you know.”

Schuldig grunted. “No shit. You’re still the biggest asshole I know.”

Crawford began to get his teammate situated and tucked back into his pants, his
touch tellingly gentle. “You’re one to talk. What kind of dumbass clears out an
entire fucking movie theatre to watch Winnie the Pooh?”

Schuldig pulled his hair. “Fuck you.”

Crawford laughed, that smug, quiet laugh that so infuriated Schuldig. “You
trying to tell me something?”

Schuldig sat up a little, trying to straighten Crawford’s shirt and realizing
that it would be impossible to do so as the shirt was now without buttons. “Not
really. Tigger makes me laugh…that’s all.”

Crawford looked up at him. “Tigger? Tigger’s a pain in the ass.”

Schuldig shook his head. “No, Bradley – Rabbit is a pain in the ass.”

Crawford snorted. “Rabbit’s the only one with any sense.”

Schuldig sat back, straightening Crawford’s pants as the other man had just
done for him. “You would think so. You’re as much of a tight ass as he is.”

Crawford blinked. “Are you kidding me? Somebody has to keep that annoying,
bouncing, orange disaster in line. He doesn’t think about the consequences of
his actions and is trouble – stupid trouble – from the word go.”

Schuldig swung his leg over Crawford’s lap and stood, shifting with a little
wince before turning to make his way down the steps. Crawford stared after him
in disbelief and Winnie the Pooh, Crawford felt certain, was mocking him with
his stupid, vapid laughter.

“Where are you going?” He demanded, standing and tripping over Schuldig’s
abandoned bucket of popcorn.

Schuldig didn’t look back, just lifted his hand in a casual wave. “I’m going to
get that little blonde cupcake’s phone number before she comes to her senses
again.”

Crawford stared after him, gaping. Then common sense kicked in and he picked up
the pace a little, following his teammate. The knowledge that his four hundred
dollar shirt had been ruined was beginning to dawn.

“Hey! Mastermind! Get your ass back here!”

But Mastermind had already vanished – though the echo of his wicked laughter
was prominent in Crawford’s mind. Making his way through the still-empty
auditorium, Crawford didn’t even try to keep the smile off his face. Talk
about playing dirty.

Crawford closed his eyes, opening himself to his teammate. He could see him,
hair blowing in the breeze, scaling walls and venturing out to places he knew
Crawford wouldn’t follow.

What can I say? You taught me a few things along the way.

…Bradley.
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