Brad Crawford sat in the Space Room, his face illuminated by the computer moniter. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, typing up a quick message before loads of text scrolled down the screen. He completely ignored the two other Schwarz members in the room, Naoe Nagi and Schulderich. Schulderich yawned as he leaned on an invisible Space Room wall and shifted around. "Hey, Nagi, have you fed the Farf?" Nagi looked up, small locks of his deep brown bangs falling over his eyes. "Oh! Er... Nope... Gomen, I'll, er, go feed him now!! You'd expect him to be full of all that blood he sucks from his self-inflicted cuts..." "Don't make my nightmares any worse," Schulderich said with a wink, and watched as the small Japanese boy quickly walked out of the room. /Thinking of Tot again, ne? Love-sick boy.../ Crawford almost smirked at the thought that popped up in Schulderich's head, and just continued typing and reading. /You're not much better with your love-sickness than him./ The red-head mumbled through his usual smirk, and looked over at Crawford, his hands shoved in his pockets. His voice was slightly whiney as he spoke. "Bradleeeeey, we're alloooooone!" A slightly casual voice. "Your point being?" The whiney tone stopped and Schulderich gave a pouty bottom lip. "And the award to the man with the stick shoved up a little too far up his ass goes to..!" "Hn." The American continued reading, his mind quite open, but Schulderich not bothering with mind taunting. He'd just get what he wanted the easiest way! The German smirked as he walked up behind Crawford's chair and put his hands on the back, his nose nuzzling at the top of Brad's ear. His lips brushed against his ear as he spoke. "We should take advantage of this time, Bradley." A small, almost impossible to notice shudder from slight anticipation ran down Brad's neck. He dismissed it. "Just because you feel like violating every room in the house, doesn't mean you're going to get to." The German's tone lowered, his voice a rumbling, seductive purr. "I always get what I want, Crawford." Crawford shook his head away from Schulderich. He'd have a word with him. He needed to work! He stepped from his chair and turned to Schu, ready to talk. But all that came out of his mouth was a soft groan. The red-head gave a smirk, his fingers joyously groping through his lover's pants after removing Crawford's glasses. /Even if I always have to initiate./ He slid his hand underneath the waistband of Brad's pants, his lips brushing down his neck. Even from inside his pants, Schulderich managed to unzip them, swiftly bringing a hand to tug away at those pants. So in the way, blocking off access..! The American quickly grabbed Schulderich's hands with an aggressive growl, and pushed him to the floor, pinning him to the ground, kicking off his pants in the process. (Talents vary these days...) He watched as a smirk formed across Schu's lips. /Don't like me bein' on the top, huh?/ Crawford made no reply, only leaned down to tease at that smirk, worrying gently on his bottom lip. The rest of his body arched away from Schu, only making contact with his lips and hands as he pinned him down. A soft, nearly inaudible groan escaped the German's lips as he opened his mouth a little wider. Crawford's lips covered Schulderich's, his tongue brushing in and up against his lover's. A need pulsed through the red-head and he arched his body up, trying to find the other body to press against... He found nothing and cracked open an eye. What a tease! /That's what you get for your persistence,/ Crawford crooned silently into Schu's mind, the kiss deepening afterwards. The red-head delighted in feeling his hands being freed, but only for a moment as his jacket was stripped of him, and the kiss broke momentarily to be rid of that shirt. He gave a pouty look when he was pinned again, but he was freed again. Brad left his mouth and made a path of harsh kisses across the German's jaw line, then down his neck, dipping his tongue into the area behind Schulderich's collar bone. His hands dug into Brad's soft hair, half enjoying the sensations and half disgruntled about not getting to taste his lover's body. At times he wished he had more patience... /So do I./ Schu blinked. Had he thought that..out loud? (o_0) He chuckled slightly at the remark, however, and felt a wave of relief-maybe it was relief-when Crawford lowered his body down onto his own. His smirk grew when he felt tented boxers pressing against himself. Brad made a silent noise at the contact, but would not show... Weakness. His tongue gently traced over one of Schu's erect nipples, causing the German to groan softly. He moved to its twin, pinching softly with his teeth, nuzzling around the well muscled area. Schulderich made a displeased sound. The impatience got to him. Crawford looked up curiously and suddenly they rolled over, the firey red-head on top of the American. He pulled away Crawford's blazer and attempted to undo the buttons on his shirt as quick as possible, but the impatience once again got to him and he ripped it open. /You little bastard!/ /You've got a million of them anyway./ He nuzzled down the middle of Brad's chest, his tongue trailing along, his naval receiving a deep kiss. Expertly the American's hands traveled down to Schu's waist, yanking away all garments restricting him from all of Schu's body. Schulderich grinned to himself, moving Brad's hands away from him as he teased at the waistband of those boxers. He agonizingly slowly pulled them down and away. His impatience wasn't too bad. He loomed above his lover's arousal, his tongue darting out to lick his lips momentarily, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. His mouth enveloped the tip of his member and he closed his eyes immediately from instinct. Brad bit his lip to keep from crying out and just groaned loudly, thrusting his length into the heat of Schulderich's mouth. A soft moan escaped Schu's mouth as he moved his mouth along, tongue swirling around in a quick, lustful manner. "Sch...Schulderich..." The voice only sped his tempo up. He felt a tensing and his name being called, a bit louder this time, before a rush pulsed into his mouth. He pulled back before catlicking Bradley clean, a content smirk on his face. He blinked when he was rolled over, lying beneath the tall American. He moaned quietly while a now erect length pushed against his bottom, his eyes hazing over. A hand moved to the side, searching blindly through a pile of clothes pockets until it came back, a small tube in its possession. /You still hide this in here./ /With you around, I always need that stuff,/ Schulderich jokingly said despite it being... Quite true. A now wet finger found Schulderich's cleft and he let out a groan as it slid into him, followed by another, and another. Brad moved his fingers gently in Schu before pulling them out, preparing himself and looking to Schu's face. Mouth half open, eyes half lidded. Gods, he looked good. Crawford pushed himself against Schulderich and found his way in. A silent cry escaped the German's mouth, but still he pushed forward until he felt completely full into him. He pulled back, almost completely out of the red-head, and suddenly slammed back into him. Schulderich cried out, pushing back against Crawford as he thrust into him, both of their bodies moving in a rhythmic pace. The American harshly put his lips to Schulderich's left nipple, sucking as if to keep himself from coming. The red-head cried out his lover's name, moving his arms around Brad's neck and tightening his arms around him as he spilled himself against his stomach. Brad felt that tightening around his length, pushing forward one last time before coming in a forceful manner, making them fall to the ground. A soft grumble, and he pulled out of Schu, his vision turning slightly darker and his hands instinctly moving around the slightly-just slightly-shorter man. Naoe Nagi was known to have bad timing. And boy, did he ever. The small Japanese boy opened the door to the Space Room and suddenly a explosion of a fountain of blood shot from his nose and he let out a scream, running away from the Space Room after shutting the door. Schulderich started laughing and grinned to himself, hiding his face in the crook of Brad's neck. "I told you I always get what I want." It was muffled by Brad's skin, but still clear. The American snorted. However, he did not release Schu, held him close. "Perhaps it's vice versa, Schulderich." The German gave a content grin, nuzzling against his lover. /Just wait till next time./ /If you get one./ /Awww.../
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