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At Least It's Not Tot	By : katami Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-At Least It's Not Tot
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Author’s Notes: This one is for the wonderful and talented gretel-chan, you rock. Also, my thanks to Race for beta-ing.

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Brad Crawford paused on his way up the front steps. It was odd for Schuldig to meet him at the front door. It was odder still for Schuldig to meet him at the front door to give him a blow job. It was rather hard to misinterpret the snippets of the future he was seeing though - his back pressed against the door as Schuldig tried to devour his mouth, his pants around his ankles and the German on his knees, his hands threaded through that incredible red hair as he came in that equally incredible mouth. No, the visions were fairly clear and since they were pieces of his and Schuldig’s future they were pretty firm as well.

Schuldig meeting him at the door usually meant he wanted something. And the last time the German had met him at the door for a blow job had been when he’d driven the Jag into bay. He knew the BMW was safe because he had just left it in the garage so that left Schu‘s car as the likely reason for his good fortune. The house was still in one piece and there hadn’t been any bloody rampages on the news, so the car was a good bet. Brad smirked, unable to help himself, there were times when the other man was just so predictable.

He opened the door and was yanked through the doorway by his tie, a hot mouth sealing itself to his. He wrapped his arms around Schuldig, vaguely noting the slamming of the front door as his back was pressed against it. Then he was too busy to note much of anything, Schuldig was kissing him for everything he was worth. He pulled the telepath close, moaning as that warm lean body plastered itself to his. Schu groaned his approval and kissed him fiercely, fisting his hands in Brad’s hair.

Brad groaned as the other man sucked lightly on his tongue and then nipped him playfully. He was oddly disappointed when Schu ended the kiss and began to nip and kiss along his jaw. “What did you do, Schuldig?” he demanded, trying not to moan when Schuldig sealed his mouth to his throat, sucking hard.

A clever tongue traced a path down his throat as long fingers shoved his jacket off and attacked his tie. “If you wrecked your car I’m not paying for it,” he panted as sharp teeth bit into where his neck and shoulder met, hard enough to break the skin and give them both an added jolt at the hint of violence.

“My car is fine. Honestly Brad, you’re so paranoid,” groused the German as he tore open Brad’s shirt. Brad frowned at the damage to his shirt, he had liked that one, but an instant later blunt nails were running over his ribs and a warm mouth was lavishing attention on his right nipple. He groaned and threaded his fingers into the telepath’s fiery hair to hold him in place. Schu chuckled and twisted his other nipple painfully before switching his attention to that one, gently kissing the abused nub.

“I’m not appearing in court for you,” he tried as the German dropped to his knees. Schu made short work of his belt and grinned up at him as he lowered the zipper of his slacks. The pants fell to the floor leaving him in only his boxers. Schuldig traced the edge of the boxers with his tongue before surprisingly graceful hands were sliding them slowly down his legs. Brad groaned and closed his eyes, his head settling back against the door, Schuldig on his knees was something worth savoring.

Warm hands cupped his erection as soft lips kissed the tip. Schuldig was definitely up to something. “Your allowance is set,” he moaned as the German began caressing him. Those fingers should have been illegal, some of the things they did certainly were. He opened his eyes to watch as the telepath gently drew the tip of his cock into his mouth and began to suck on it lightly.

He wanted to moan when Schuldig let his cock slid from his mouth. “You know what your problem is, Brad? No faith in your fellow man,” chuckled the telepath, licking a wet path from the base of his shaft to the tip before taking him back into his mouth. Brad clenched his fists and bit his lip to try and keep from thrusting into that heavenly mouth. Schu was too damn good at this.

The German moaned around his cock and Brad wanted nothing more than to fuck that unbelievable mouth. Mmm…do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now, Bradley? came a whispered purr in his mind. He opened his eyes to watch as Schuldig slowly swallowed him, groaning as the German took him in completely. The telepath smirked up and slowly slid back up his cock until only the tip was in his mouth, he drew on this, swirling his tongue around it before slowly descending again. The pace was too slow to be fulfilling but that didn’t matter, it felt wonderful. Brad banged his head lightly against the door as Schu began to work him faster, his hands keeping a firm grip on Brad’s hips but tugging gently on them, letting him thrust just a little. This was new and Brad had no possible idea what the telepath might want to warrant this, then again, he didn’t care.

“Schu,” he moaned softly, biting his lip to try and make it last. He cried out as Schuldig began to guide his hips in a harder faster rhythm. That’s it, Brad, fuck my mouth, encouraged the German with a groan. He cupped the other man’s skull and began thrusting, wanting to come, needing to come. So hot…so wet…perfection.

He came with a loud, heart-felt groan of pure bliss, shocked when Schuldig swallowed. The telepath smiled at him and rose gracefully, kissing him, letting him taste himself in that wonderful mouth. “Whatever it is, fine,” he sighed, letting his head fall forward to rest on the German’s shoulder, grateful when Schuldig began to stroke his back soothingly, just letting him wallow in the pleasure.

“Good. Nagi wants to go on a date,” murmured the German, kissing him again, a slow deep kiss full of banked heat, before leading him to the couch and climbing into his lap to continue nuzzling him. He sighed, but he had agreed - technically. And Schuldig was all about the technicalities - when they worked in his favor.

Fine, he grumbled trying to relax into Schuldig’s attentions and enjoy the lazy kisses they were trading.

Mmm, just remember that at least it’s not Tot this time, urged the German softly.

“Whose not Tot?” he asked, briefly breaking the kiss only to claim his lover’s mouth again before he could answer. There were some advantages to sleeping with a telepath.

Nagi’s new crush, replied Schuldig with a chuckle.

At least it’s not Tot? he sent back, trying to keep a thread on the conversation when all he really wanted to do was trade long slow kisses with Schuldig. It had to be bad if Nagi was recruiting Schuldig to soften him up. Either that or Schuldig was just that amused by it. Either way it guaranteed that Nagi’s latest crush was going to be just as monumentally stupid as his first one had been.

Yeah, just remember that it could always be Tot.

“Alright, how much did he pay you and who isn’t Tot?” he demanded, breaking the kiss they had been sharing and glaring sternly at the telepath - or trying to. It was hard to pull of an intimidating glare with his shirt hanging open and his glasses still slightly askew.

“Two hundred. And Omi Tsukiyono.”

“Omi Tsukiyono! As in Takatori? As in Weiss? That Omi?” he demanded with annoyance. Schuldig’s advice echoed in his head, ‘At least it’s not Tot.’ He took a second to consider the matter, Weiss might have been no match for them but they were better than Schreient. And Nagi mooning over Tot had been just pathetic. While he couldn’t exactly support the choice, all that sentimentality made Weiss weak and stupid, it could have been worse. And at least Tsukiyono was closer to being a proper assassin than anyone in Schreient had been, especially Tot. There were no annoying parents they had to try a play normal for and it wasn‘t like Schwarz and Weiss would be getting together to talk about the ‘kids‘. Aside from the moderate stupidity of Weiss for clinging to their tattered morality rather than just admitting they were murderers, it wasn’t a bad match. All things considered, it could have been a lot worse. I see your point, at least it’s not Tot, he admitted.
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