The Cactus Fic
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Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Wei� Kreuz › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,476
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Weiss Kreuz is another wonderful example of Koyasterbation. It doesn't belong to me and I make no money from the fun I have from it.
Curiosity Killed the Cat, You Know?
I didn't wanna bombard you with warnings that you should already assume if you know Weiss or me. For those of you who don't know Weiss, go watch it. For those of you who don't know me, I'll write just about anything and I'll probably wait till you figure it out for yourself to enjoy the expression on your face instead of warning you. Don't have the courage, don't like it, don't read it. This fic isn't for the squeemish. That's all the warning you're getting. XD
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It was a rainy day, the type of rainy day that's cliche. Keeping Schuldich inside all day wasn't a very good idea for those wishing to keep their sanity. Or dignity... whichever came first. So, the redhead went looking for someone to take his frustration out on but Nagi knew Schuldich too well and had barricaded himself and Farfarello in the latter's room, seeing it coming. Not that that was the only reason they were in there. He tracked down Crawford, who was actually taking a break from working, sitting peacefully at the kitchen table. He was currently enjoying a cup of coffee and the daily paper while Schuldich stopped behind him. The German was attempting to sneak up behind Schwarz's fearless leader and scare him with hopes of causing him to spill coffee on his lap so he'd be forced to take his pants off. The oracle, however, saw it coming fifteen minutes prior. He knew what he was up to and it was only earning him extra hours of abstinence as punishment for annoying him. Just as Schudich was mere inches away from grabbing the American's shoulders, Crawford spoke up.
"I know what you're trying to do and it isn't going to work."
Schuldich slumped in defeat and he shuffled over to the nearest chair to flop down on it. He grumbled and looked to the doorway as Nagi and Farfarello passed into the kitchen. "Bout time ya took a break. Ya been at it all damn day. The stamina of teenagers," he said appreciatively as the two gathered various items from the refrigerator and freezer.
"Is that why you haven't gotten any for a while," Nagi chirped. Farfarello seemed to be a bad influence on him.
"Ha! I could out-stamina you any day. It's because of that cold bastard," he said pointing to Crawford, who was attempting to ignore him. "Come play video games with me. I'm bored," Schuldich whined and snatched up Crawford's coffee, drinking the last of it as they kept walking. The oracle seethed as the pain in his ass gulped down his caffeine. He hadn't seen that coming. Now a new pot had to be made.
"Get bent." Farfarello's glare was enough to tell him to back off, and because he liked his hair attached to his head, he did just that.
Schuldich glared back. "I'm tryin' but The Master's workin'." He shot a resentful look at Farfarello's back as he snickered at the Schuldich's plight and moved behind Crawford again. The telepath molded himself sensually against the American's back... well, as sensually as you could mold yourself to a block of ice... and purred in his ear. "C'mon, none of us are workin' today. You should join us 'n our slack-assitude." He licked at the unresponsive man's ear. "Least take a break. I'm dyin' here."
The American looked up without moving his head, his scowl deepening. "You're not making your death seem very displeasing right now and I am taking a break. It will be a short break and the only thing of mine that will be entering you during said break is that coffee." A head dropped to his shoulder and the redhead sighed loudly, the best vengeance at his disposal at the moment. Crawford mentally noted an extra two hours of punishment and shoved Schuldich off. "Get off me or lose a hand."
Schuldich cursed and headed off to the living room, throwing himself in the floor melodramatically. He lay there watching the rain through the window for thirty-six minutes when an idea struck him. It would mean he had to go outside which he hadn't wanted to do but this would be well worth it. He jumped up, grabbed his coat and took off out the door, heading for his favorite flower shop with a gleeful smirk on his face.
Upon arriving, Schuldich performed his usual mission duty: a mental sweep of the area. Omi and Aya were in the shop working, Ken was in the kitchen eating, and Youji was in the mission room using the television to aggravate Aya. He was getting luckier by the minute and before that could go away he would set his plan in motion. Youji deserved what he was going to get for pulling the German's hair like a bitchy schoolgirl in heat during their last fight.
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It was a rainy day, the type of rainy day that's cliche. Keeping Schuldich inside all day wasn't a very good idea for those wishing to keep their sanity. Or dignity... whichever came first. So, the redhead went looking for someone to take his frustration out on but Nagi knew Schuldich too well and had barricaded himself and Farfarello in the latter's room, seeing it coming. Not that that was the only reason they were in there. He tracked down Crawford, who was actually taking a break from working, sitting peacefully at the kitchen table. He was currently enjoying a cup of coffee and the daily paper while Schuldich stopped behind him. The German was attempting to sneak up behind Schwarz's fearless leader and scare him with hopes of causing him to spill coffee on his lap so he'd be forced to take his pants off. The oracle, however, saw it coming fifteen minutes prior. He knew what he was up to and it was only earning him extra hours of abstinence as punishment for annoying him. Just as Schudich was mere inches away from grabbing the American's shoulders, Crawford spoke up.
"I know what you're trying to do and it isn't going to work."
Schuldich slumped in defeat and he shuffled over to the nearest chair to flop down on it. He grumbled and looked to the doorway as Nagi and Farfarello passed into the kitchen. "Bout time ya took a break. Ya been at it all damn day. The stamina of teenagers," he said appreciatively as the two gathered various items from the refrigerator and freezer.
"Is that why you haven't gotten any for a while," Nagi chirped. Farfarello seemed to be a bad influence on him.
"Ha! I could out-stamina you any day. It's because of that cold bastard," he said pointing to Crawford, who was attempting to ignore him. "Come play video games with me. I'm bored," Schuldich whined and snatched up Crawford's coffee, drinking the last of it as they kept walking. The oracle seethed as the pain in his ass gulped down his caffeine. He hadn't seen that coming. Now a new pot had to be made.
"Get bent." Farfarello's glare was enough to tell him to back off, and because he liked his hair attached to his head, he did just that.
Schuldich glared back. "I'm tryin' but The Master's workin'." He shot a resentful look at Farfarello's back as he snickered at the Schuldich's plight and moved behind Crawford again. The telepath molded himself sensually against the American's back... well, as sensually as you could mold yourself to a block of ice... and purred in his ear. "C'mon, none of us are workin' today. You should join us 'n our slack-assitude." He licked at the unresponsive man's ear. "Least take a break. I'm dyin' here."
The American looked up without moving his head, his scowl deepening. "You're not making your death seem very displeasing right now and I am taking a break. It will be a short break and the only thing of mine that will be entering you during said break is that coffee." A head dropped to his shoulder and the redhead sighed loudly, the best vengeance at his disposal at the moment. Crawford mentally noted an extra two hours of punishment and shoved Schuldich off. "Get off me or lose a hand."
Schuldich cursed and headed off to the living room, throwing himself in the floor melodramatically. He lay there watching the rain through the window for thirty-six minutes when an idea struck him. It would mean he had to go outside which he hadn't wanted to do but this would be well worth it. He jumped up, grabbed his coat and took off out the door, heading for his favorite flower shop with a gleeful smirk on his face.
Upon arriving, Schuldich performed his usual mission duty: a mental sweep of the area. Omi and Aya were in the shop working, Ken was in the kitchen eating, and Youji was in the mission room using the television to aggravate Aya. He was getting luckier by the minute and before that could go away he would set his plan in motion. Youji deserved what he was going to get for pulling the German's hair like a bitchy schoolgirl in heat during their last fight.