Nightflower

Title: Nightflower
Author: Shadowweaver
Summary: Once every year, Crawford takes advantage of the mental conditioning every Rosenkreuz student is submitted to, and he enjoys the dominance, especially over the yielding telepath; but is the pleasure really purely one-sided?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Crawford, Schuldig
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Schuldig and Crawford from Weiß Kreuz Kapitel.
Betas: None yet. Sorry.
Author’s notes: ~ Angst is sating me when I feel my chest tightening while reading, when I feel an occasional stab in my heart, when my heart rate rises, and I can\'t take my eyes off the words, flowing over the page before me ~ Means that there is no light without darkness. I wrote this, not because I think that Crawford is an abusive asshole (well, not as much as I make him here), but because I occasionally like the thrill of a dark and abusive story.
This is like watching a nightmare, partially a stream of consciousness. If you think it\'s inappropriate, speak up and I will capitalize it (I\'m normally a stickler for spelling and grammar, but I wanted to try this out... *winces*) I also chose unusual spacing in a first attempt to convey the slow pace it should be read in (you, dear reader, are a guinea pig for that, so to speak). The atmosphere is like being in a standstill at times, nightmarish. Actually, the [//insert words here//] parts can be left out without missing anything. The sentences still work out in the same context!
*Disclaimer: I don\'t own Weiß Kreuz or any of the characters portrayed within; all the big bucks go to Koyasu Takehiso, I write solely for personal amusement and don\'t intend to make money with it. *bows*


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\" spoken words\"
:: thoughts :: (mostly Schuldig\'s)
// something... happening. a thought, or experience, like a whisper in the back of your head. not attributed to either character in particular. You\'ll see when you read it. //

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\"Die Sonnenblume blueht des Nachts\"


Schuldig suddenly felt calmness overtaking him. He stood very still.

:: It must be like this when you know you\'re about to be dead any second, unable to change a thing about it :: ,

he mused, strangely aware of the surrealism he found himself submitted to.

:: ... all thoughts slowing down... odd . . . ::

Then reality kicked back in, and he felt the presence of Crawford\'s arm choking him. Steady pressure,

//...too much...//

:: ...?... ::

against the collum of his neck; he heard his harsh breathing, contrasting

//...violent and loud...//

against his own, soundless little chokes.

:: . . . ::

The honey brown eyes were blazing cold, and there was no doubt about what he was ready

//...willing...//

to do to him, should he choose to struggle.


Schuldig closed his eyes when he felt the dizzyness prevalent...,

//...the lack of air...//

making him feel light headed, and he slumped slightly. Threatening to give in to the darkness

//...would that be so bad...?//

he let himself fall into an abyss he knew he wouldn\'t ever get out again.

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Crawford noted how the look on the telepaths\' face mirrored realization and, finally, defeat.

Watching these expressive blue eyes slide shut

//...on the edge of consciousness...//

made his body hum with excited, deliciously sadistic pleasure. The slight slump of the german\'s body only supported the cut off of the air

//when gravity let him lean into the pressure of his arm...//,

threatening to suffocate slowly.

He waited another couple of seconds, savored the feeling of the telepath\'s fading life, before forcing himself to pull his arm off his neck,

// not without an initial increase of pressure. //

Glassy eyes shot open, accompanied by a harsh gasp

//...for air intake...//,

while the man, not surprisingly, didn\'t even fight his slide down the wall.

A moment later Crawford\'s hand again closed around his neck,

// ... tightening...//

crushing his airway once more. Still nothing but

// absent, confused... //

acceptance? in those blue eyes.


He was pleased.


Keeping just enough pressure that the telepath was kept on the edge of unconsciousness, he

//hauled him up and... //

pressed his own body against his limp one, crushing him into the wall. Leaning in

//to taste the skin of Schuldig\'s neck//,

to feel the pulse fluttering like a caught little bird.

He took a deep breath,

// ... revelling in the smell...//

that was so uniquely Schuldig.

// ... fresh sweat, summer grass, a hint of sweetness...//

Pulling away, he unfastened Schuldig\'s belt and pulled it off, taking his hand off the delicate throat

// ... to be replaced by the leather strap. //

// ... using it as a choker...//,

he fastened it and leaned closer to the telepath\'s face

\"This is what you wanted, isn\'t it? \"

// can not...breathe...//

\"Shh, no need to answer, your wish shall be granted, meine Schoenheit. \"

Drawling out the last word, satisfied at the shiver that shook his

// captive\'s...?//

frame.


// turning him around...//

He yanked his trousers down,

// violently //

groping the flesh of his ass and fingering the crevice

//ruthlessly.//

//bypassing the softness of penis and sac.//

Ramming two fingers up Schuldigs tight hole,

//...stabbing in and out...//

mercilessy, enjoying the pained, choked sobs

//...drawn from the object of his affections//

//each sending sharp sparks of lust straight to his cock.//

\"Well, we know what you deserve for being noisy,

don\'t we?\"

And tightening the leather belt further, he gave a last

// violent...//

shove, finally satisfied with the moistness.

//... so wrong...//

Making short process with his own zip, positioning himself.

//heated desire pooling in his groin//

//raw.want.need.fuck.possess.break.taste.own.//

The coppery smell of blood only made him hornier, and he entered him

//...without further warning...//

The arching of the german\'s back was like a drug to him, and he repeated his action

// ... with fierce determination. //

Each thrust earned him another jerk of the body beneath,

// at his mercy //

who would, with each shock, use up more of the precious oxygen, which was so limited...


Slamming home into the more and more unresisting body,

//striving to speed up the telepaths heart rate//,

well knowing that, with increased discomposure and agitation, his body would use more oxygen,

//..bring him even closer to suffocation... faster...//

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Schuldig couldn\'t hold back a choked sob at the violation.

// despite the haze... //

The bastard had not only entered him without lubrication, he\'d straight taken it to push two fingers up his ass.

//...panic welled up...//

when Crawford yanked the choker tighter,

//... followed by a even more violent shove into his ass...//,

leaving him unable to do as much as scream, if he wanted to stay conscious.

// The digits withdrew then //,

and he could feel a small trickle of liquid down his thigh.

:: ... m...my blood... ::

// haze //

:: ... hn... perverted ba... ::

His last thought buzzed when Craword shoved his cock up his rear,

//...once, twice,... //

and settled into a steady pounding.

He could feel his heart beat

//... quickening... //,

and he knew he was close to fainting, each thrust making him arch

// in agony //,

and his heart raced even more, along with

//the heightened lack of air//,

the panic, which made him even more aware of the lack...


He was dimly aware that the cock was withdrawn

// ...and he hit something hard... why? was crawford beating him as well? //

//...no, he was lying on the floor... //

His legs were lifted and

//... again... //

he was entered anew, the pulsing, hard length

// from crawfords crotch...//

stabbing into him repeatedly. His head spun, coherent thoughts having abandoned him minutes ago.

High level of CO2 left him feel warm and so dizzy, ... and

// on the edge of his waning perception... //

he was aware of a strenghtening tingle, pulsating

//...in his groin...?//

Intensifying

// in rythm ... //

with crawford\'s thrusts.


He panicked

// ... for real now ... //

feeling betrayed by his body and realizing that the blast of his orgasm

would use up the rare oxygen reserves

in all his cells

//... if only crawfords rapid strokes and pumping ceased. //

He helplessly felt his own excitement building up, progressing

//... rapidly ... //,

and when he felt Crawfords hot, wet lips

// brushing the rim of his ear... //,

hoarsely whispering to him

//... what a whore he was... //,

he came in violent bursts, screams muffled by Crawford, claiming his lips, his mouth,

// plundering ...//,

swallowing him whole.

Then,

the pressure around his neck lessened,

//the sudden rush of oxygen was too much//

and sent him into oblivion.

~

Crawford knew what Schuldig was trying.

He could see it in the way the german scrunched up his brows,

// beads of sweat on a pale forehead, thin red bows...//

that he was desperately trying

//to avoid climaxing, at any point.//

He had thoughtfully timed his strokes with his thrusts,

// knowing that the body of the german would respond to the stimulus, even in violence.//

He just needed to overload his oxygen starved

//...submissive ...//

brain

//to get the kick he was waiting for. //

He knew the telepath would hate him

// hate him for doing that //,

but he wasn\'t the one in charge, now was he?

// ... at my mercy... //

He leaned down and, between his own ragged breaths, rasped into his ear :

\"Es macht mich heiss , in deinen Arsch abzuspritzen , you dirty little whore\",

// ... while releasing the belt. //

He knew his throaty, accented german always did the trick,

// ... might Schuldig be choked or not. //

// ... The re-supply of air just made it better... //

And.

// ... predicteably enough... , //

Schuldig came instantly,

// ... screaming into his mouth... ,//

convulsing, and tipping him over the edge as well, before collapsing bonelessly on the ground,

//... exhausted...//


Crawford stood

//wiping his dick on Schuldigs Shirt.//


The german\'s face was ashen, saved for the post orgasmic flush on his face.

He bent down

// licking a sweatdrop from his delicate brow //

//...sweet and grass and sex... //


He briefly wondered if he\'d done him some brain damage

// this time //,

but dismissed the thought.

The german was breathing on his own, and no vision greeted him with a red haired vegetable

// ... any time in the near future. //

He\'d feel hung over and have a headache,

//but when didn\'t Schuldig feel like that. //


Shrugging, he excited the room.

Pushed his glasses up .

Now, a snack would be in order, maybe a nice, cool drink, and then Nagi was due

// to receive his christmas gift.//

//Smiling //,

he closed the door firmly, but silent, behind him. He\'d need to send Vergessen another bonus

//... for his work at Rosenkreuz\' academy.//

It had not once, in all the years, ceased to work.

Crawford loved christmas...



Legend:

\"Die Sonnenblume blueht des Nachts\" - The sunflower blooms at night. Here used like the code words/sentences for sleepers during the WW.

\"Es macht mich heiss , in deinen Arsch abzuspritzen\" - It turns me on to come inside your ass.

\"Meine Schoenheit\" - my beauty. A nice compliment, under normal circumstances.