Dragon Cycle

Dragon Cycle – Pt 22 – Safe Haven


Disclaimer: I continue not to own Weiß Kreuz, the series, or any of the characters that appear in that series. I do, however, borrow them so I can have some fun with them. I write for pleasure not profit.

Author's Notes: A huge thank you to Iron Dog for continuing to beta this fic while tackling NaNoWriMo at the same time.

Thanks again to everyone for reading my story and special thanks to those who also review. It’s such a buzz to know people appreciate my effort.

annime: Poor Farf just wants to get laid - too bad about his psychotic side.

draco: Eeep!. Here’s the next chapter – I hope I was in time to save your computer!

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Crawford knew, of a certainty, that he’d gone to bed alone. So why, he wondered, was there now another body next to his? A lean, lithe, warm body that was very familiar and not wholly unwelcome…but that wasn’t the point. He frowned slightly as he considered if it would be a wasted effort to shove the interloper off the bed when he knew damn well the man would just get back in and be twice as annoying.

“Schuldig,” he began even before he turned over to look at the intruder, “what are you doing in my bed?”

Wide blue eyes met his gaze as he looked across at the German infiltrating his space and privacy. “You mean you didn’t See this happening?” Schuldig’s attempts at innocence always fell flat. He wouldn’t be able to pull off innocence with carefully printed instructions.

“I don’t foresee the mundane,” Crawford replied flatly. He ignored the feigned look of hurt on Schuldig’s face. “What are you doing here?” he repeated.

Crawford had been roused out of a dreamless and needed restful sleep when the German had climbed into his bed. The precog was still tired. He may have been only half awake but he was lucid enough to remember he was still seriously pissed off with the German.

“Trying to get some sleep,” Schuldig answered with another attempt at guilelessness.

“What’s wrong with your bed?” Crawford frowned.

“Farfarello’s there.”

Crawford beat down the renewed impulse to roughly shove the other man out of his bed. Common sense won when he realized that, had Schuldig and Farfarello fucked, there’d be no reason for the German to seek other sleeping accommodation. A surreptitious sniff didn’t detect any musk of sex on the man and Crawford felt annoyed with himself at how pleased that made him.

“Then sleep in his bed,” he suggested.

“No point – he’d just follow me there,” Schuldig reasoned. “He won’t follow me here.”

Despite his lack of sleep, Crawford’s mind was clicking into gear. He wondered why Schuldig was shunning the Irishman’s company, especially when he’d had no qualms about allowing him so close in the recent past. Crawford noticed the beginnings of red, finger shaped marks on Schuldig’s shoulders and teeth impressions on his throat. Something happened between the two of them. He wondered if Farfarello had gotten a little too rough with foreplay for even the German’s tastes.

He felt the bed move as Schuldig wriggled closer. “You’re my safe haven once again,” the telepath purred lowly.

Crawford should have expected the warm hand on his thigh but his thoughts had been occupied with the puzzle of Schuldig and Farfarello. Now he came back to the present situation and moved his leg away from the touch.

“Don’t, Schuldig,” he warned. “You’re already here uninvited. Don’t push your luck.”

“Come on, Brad, don’t you think you’ve denied us long enough?” the German coaxed as he stroked a finger down the American’s arm.

“Us?” Crawford echoed as he tried to ignore how good the touch of the telepath felt.

“This can’t be easy, not even for you.” As he spoke, Schuldig’s hand strayed down to the American’s thigh.

Crawford grabbed him by the wrist and forced the offending hand away, pinning it to the bed on the other side of Schuldig’s body. This action caused the German to roll onto his back and Crawford went with him, coming to rest chest-to-chest with the telepath, looking down into half-closed blue eyes. The close contact sparked Crawford’s memory. Images from his dream the previous night were pushing to the forefront of his mind, making it more difficult for him to ignore the allure of the body he had pinned down in his bed.

“You give yourself too much credit, Schuldig,” he growled lowly.

The way his cock was stirring informed him he’d just told a lie. Simply touching the German aroused lust in him, but retracting his statement was out of the question. No need to stroke Schuldig’s already overblown ego. Besides, in this current situation, words were superfluous. His condition would become evident soon enough. Crawford knew capitulation was inevitable but he was determined not to give in too easily. Schuldig would be more insufferable than normal if he got his way without at least a little fight on Crawford’s part.

Schuldig’s smile at him was far too knowing. It was an effort for Crawford not to smack him across the mouth just to make that smile disappear. Or maybe kiss him brutally hard and bend the German to his will. Crawford’s cock hardened further at those thoughts.

“We all have needs, Brad, even you,” Schuldig said softly as he moved the thigh trapped between Crawford’s legs to rub against the firm bulge in his boxers.

The one need Crawford didn’t have was Schuldig lecturing him on the facts of life. Despite the continuing desire to do so, Crawford knew there were better ways of shutting Schuldig up than smacking him, although that could be amusing in the right circumstances. Instead, he lowered his head and claimed the smirking mouth with a rough kiss that was his only other option to shut the smug bastard up. The German’s approval was audible, if smothered. The sound caused the blood to surge to Crawford’s groin. All the effort he’d put into suppressing his need for the telepath these past couple of days was swept aside like so many cobwebs.

As his tongue entered the heat of Schuldig’s mouth, Crawford was momentarily distracted by the faint taste of blood. He pushed the concern away, busy with trying to convince himself he shouldn’t be kissing Schuldig because he was still angry with him. But the truth was, he was finding it difficult to be angry with either himself or the telepath. This… interaction with the German was separate and private from the rest of the time he spent with Schuldig. There was the majority of time which was professional and mostly highly annoying. Then there was personal time which was aggravating but tempered with mind-blowing sex. Simply, different rules applied in the personal situation.

‘We all have needs’. That was true enough, he agreed – and there were worse things to crave than intimacy shared with another. Yes, he was a control freak – no one knew that better than he did. But Crawford was also brutally honest with himself. He knew damned well there were times when his needs over-rode all else and all the control in the world wasn’t going to prevent things like this from happening. Complete control of himself was something he could work towards but, for now, he had to accept he was human and that, on rare occasions, desire would slip the usually tight leash he kept on it.

The way his dick hardened the moment he’d begun to kiss Schuldig was proof enough his body had no qualms about what was happening, even if part of his mind was less than pleased by his easy surrender to the sensual. With his dick erect and aching and the means for attaining gratification beneath him, Crawford’s attention was now completely on the sensations rolling through him and the growing tension within him.

Schuldig’s free hand brushed up his arm and over his shoulder in a slow, airy stroke. Crawford released Schuldig’s wrist and let his hand echo the movements of the German’s hand. At the same time, he ended the kiss, moving his mouth to the telepath’s throat and kissing him lightly. Schuldig made small sounds of approval, running his other hand through Crawford’s hair in a slightly rough gesture.

Abandoning his throat, Crawford tongued one of Schuldig’s hard nipples, causing the telepath to gasp sharply and arch his back. Seizing the opportunity, Crawford slid an arm under him and pulled him closer. He took a peaked nipple between his teeth and worried at it, not too gently, with his tongue. Schuldig gave a low cry and jerked his hips, searching for some friction, if only with the bedclothes.

Crawford would give him all the friction he could handle – but not right now. He may have surrendered to the passion between them but there was still control to be had. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, aware of Schuldig’s arm across his back, pressing him closer. The telepath’s breathing was already ragged, and Crawford knew it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge. For the briefest of moments he wondered what Schuldig and Farfarello had been doing in bed together for the German to get worked up so easily. Then he remembered that Schuldig wasn’t exactly the most difficult of people to arouse. Insanely easy was a better description. At least in Crawford’s intimate dealings with the man.

He felt the German’s hand sliding under the waistband of his boxers. As that hand began to caress his ass, Crawford raised his head, searched out Schuldig’s lips and kissed him roughly. As the kiss went on, Schuldig made small sounds of approval while stroking and fondling the American’s ass. Crawford slowly ran his hand down Schuldig’s side to his hip and back again. He wasn’t the least surprised to discover the German was naked. He expected no less.

When they ended the kiss, Schuldig tried to nudge Crawford onto his back but knowing what the telepath had in mind, Crawford wouldn’t budge. He’d let Schuldig get his way insofar as they would fuck but it would be up to him how they went about it, and he wasn’t giving in to the German this time. Having Schuldig sitting in his lap was always an erotic and extremely pleasurable way of having sex. Possibly his favorite position for the German, but this time Schuldig would bottom from the bottom.

To make this perfectly clear to the telepath, Crawford repositioned himself, straddling Schuldig’s thighs and leaning down for another kiss. This action caused his weight to press down on the German’s erect cock, drawing a deep moan from him.

Still moaning into the kiss, Schuldig tried to work his hips. When this didn’t achieve the desired results, he gripped Crawford’s hips and attempted to encourage him to move, his long fingers digging into his lover’s flesh as he tried to get more friction from him. Crawford was having none of it. This was going to be done his way. He was determined to maintain at least that much control over the situation.

Schuldig’s next moan was one of frustration and he turned his head, breaking the kiss.

“Brad,” he growled lowly, still trying to work his hips and to get Crawford to move. He looked up at the precog through half-closed eyes. “Move. Now.”

It sounded like an order and, looking down on the German, it was very tempting to do as he demanded. Schuldig, flushed with desire, his eyes glassy with lust, and his breath coming heavily, was hard to refuse. But Crawford had more will power than to fall to the other man’s charms so easily. He lowered himself onto his elbows so his face was bare inches away from the telepath’s.

“When I’m ready,” he replied, and caught Schuldig’s mouth in another rough kiss. He was sure he heard a muffled “bastard” from the German.

The tingling that suddenly crept over his skin and scalp was very familiar and he recognized it as having nothing to do with his current activities. The vision it portended was over and gone in a split second; not unusual for its type.

Raising his head, Crawford reached to the bedside cabinet, not to pull open the drawer and take out the lube and foil hiding there, but to pick up his cell phone. He turned the device off and set it back on the cabinet. Having been forewarned of the incoming call, he knew he had to hurry things along. There were times when his Gift was more than useful to him. Welcomed even. He moved his hand to the drawer now, and opened it.

Withdrawing what he wanted, Crawford raised himself enough to free up both his hands. Under him, Schuldig once more tried to move his hips to gain the friction that had been denied him, all the while urging the American to hurry up.

Crawford didn’t need any encouragement. Eszett would be trying to contact him shortly so he couldn’t afford to dawdle, as much as the idea appealed to him. He needed to finish with Schuldig as quickly as possible. To that end, his preparation of the redhead was basic and he had the condom on in record time.

Pushing inside the German and listening to him moan with pleasure, Crawford knew this was the very definition of bliss. Once he was buried to the balls, Crawford rested for just a moment then reached between their heated bodies and took Schuldig’s cock in his lube-coated hand. The sound of pure pleasure the German made as he arched up at the touch inflamed Crawford’s own lust. He tightened his hold just enough to make Schuldig gasp out sounds of encouragement and began to slide his hand up and down the German’s erect length.

Within seconds, Schuldig found the rhythm of Crawford’s stroking and was moving his hips to match the pace. The precog watched him writhing and flushed with desire, his eyes closed and his head back, panting out encouragement and instructions. Crawford wanted to lean down and kiss the telepath’s open mouth, but that would have to wait. He needed Schuldig to come so he could attend to his own release. Even in a rush to finish with his lover, Crawford was a gentleman and would wait for his partner to finish first. To hurry the process he pumped a little faster and before long he felt the familiar tension and stillness in the body beneath him right before Schuldig’s orgasm shuddered out of him.

Crawford allowed him only the briefest of times to come down from his high before he began to thrust into the German with sharp, measured strokes. Schuldig moaned and reached for the American, who allowed himself to be pulled closer. He lowered his head, bringing their panting mouths together in a long, passionate kiss. He could feel the lust-induced tension in his body escalating quickly and knew he wanted this bout to last longer than it was going to. His last thought before orgasm swept all else aside was that, next time, the sex would be much more leisurely.

He came back to himself with his face pressed into the junction of Schuldig’s neck and shoulder. He turned his head and just lay there, recovering his breath and senses, feeling too contented and lethargic to move. Beneath him, Schuldig was lying with his eyes closed as his breathing righted itself. Crawford could feel the rise and fall of the German’s chest; could feel himself moving slightly as the other man breathed.

After allowing himself a few minutes longer to recover, Crawford pushed up onto an elbow and withdrew from Schuldig, who gave a small sigh of protest at the action. Reaching out to the nightstand, Crawford took out a hand towel which he put to use before handing it to Schuldig with instructions to clean himself up.

The German muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “prissy bastard” under his breath, but did as he’d been told to do. Crawford lay back down on the bed with a deep and weary sigh. He lay there with his eyes closed, aware of the small, sharp movements from beside him as Schuldig finished wiping himself off. He heard it when the towel hit the floor and felt it as Schuldig resettled. He didn’t look at the telepath. He didn’t need to. He knew how contented the redhead would look…how pleased with himself.

That thought only served to aggravate the irritation he could already feel nibbling at his contentment, aware it was his satisfaction that was the source of his annoyance. With lust sated and the afterglow fading, Crawford’s controlling self began to take charge once more.

It’s happened again, he thought to himself, as he hooked an arm across his closed eyes. He felt the bed move again just before a warm, lithe body came to rest against his. There was a forearm on his chest and a finger trailed slowly along his jaw.

“Stop moping,” Schuldig advised quietly.

“I’m not,” Crawford denied.

The trailing finger stopped. “Sure you are. You always do,” Schuldig said confidently. The finger began to move again. “It’s not a crime to enjoy yourself, Brad, and really, there aren’t many better ways of enjoying yourself than a good fuck.”

“Shut up and go to sleep, Schuldig,” Crawford retorted.

He heard the short laugh Schuldig gave, felt the finger and arm removed from contact as the German settled again. Of course, being Schuldig he couldn’t just do as he’d been asked. He had to decide that hooking an arm around his leader’s waist was conducive to a good sleep. Crawford bore with the contact, giving thanks for the telepath’s silence. He didn’t need Schuldig prattling on at him when he was feeling so satisfied – physically satisfied, at least. Mentally, it was a different story. Thinking back over what Schuldig had said, Crawford knew it wasn’t the fact he’d enjoyed the sex that was the problem. Nor did the fact that he needed sex bother the American, either. What bothered him…what really bothered him…was that Schuldig was the only person who could arouse lust in him without his consent.

Schuldig wriggled even closer – although Crawford would have bet such a thing physically impossible - and settled again, this time with a very contented sigh. The American found he needed to use a good deal of restraint to keep from echoing that sigh. As irritating as Schuldig was, he still felt damn good pressed tightly to his side. Crawford lay still, not wanting to provide even the smallest reason for the mouthy German to start talking again…

…and that reminded him – the phone. Crawford cursed silently to himself. He needed to turn the phone on again, but if he reached for it, he risked rousing Schuldig from his dozy state and he really didn’t want that.

Of course, Crawford rationalized, if Eszett was trying to contact him this early in the morning, none of them were going to get much more sleep. But it was still early and he was still tired, so he dismissed the phone from his thoughts. Eszett could wait another hour or so.

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A/N: Yes there was finally some mansmex ^_^