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Schuldig blinked at Crawford admission, watching as the American actually retreated afterward. That... that was astounding. More than enough to make Schuldig forget his anger at the man. He was far too curious now. And a bit smug at having just seen the man beat a hasty retreat to his fortress of solitude.

Everything Crawford did was intentional. The number of times he chewed his food, the seconds he slept, the grains of sugar in his mocha latte that he probably didn't think Schuldig knew about, but he could always tell because the man would be in a slightly better mood than usual afterwards...

It only took a moment, seeing the door left opened a crack, and Schuldig was inviting himself inside, closing the door behind him and raising an eyebrow as he scrutinized Crawford. "... You didn't mean to? Am I supposed to believe that?"

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"You will believe want you want, as usual." It was a flat statement of fact. Crawford continued methodically through his usual end of day routine, unbuckling the shoulder holster, placing his Walther aside for the moment, loosening then slipping his tie over his head, pulling it free of the perfect square knot then pausing a moment before siding it onto its rail in the rack with the others. Crawford's hand stalled as he reached to unbutton his shirt.

"What reason would I have to lie to you?" There was the slightest hint of annoyance in the question. His eyes remained stubbornly focused straight ahead despite the urge to stare the redhead down for doubting him in what was obviously an honest admission. The task was made that much easier with the flurry of strobe like images flashing through his head. All of them resisting his efforts to call them into focus.

"You think I would intentionally incapacitate you with a hostage in custody?" The annoyance drifted to anger. He screwed his eyes shut tight and with a shake of his head, forced the useless images down as he turned to glare at Schuldig. "Have I ever compromised you that way?"

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Schuldig unconsciously licked his lips as he watched Crawford undressing. Of course the American wouldn't care what Schuldig thought, but the fact that he wouldn't look him in the eye, at least, not until he got angry, was telling enough. Not to mention the slightly distant look, and the following pain as an obvious vision passed.

Something was wrong with Crawford. And that was terrifying.

He frowned with concern, crossing his arms over his chest, and leaning back against the door. The idea that Crawford did not have everything under control... it seemed almost preposterous. But... the job with Johnson, the shared vision. It all added up.

"How long has this been going on?"

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Brad's gaze lingered on Schuldig'd bruised eye for a moment as his anger subsided. He slowly turned back to the closet, vaguely aware that this was why he had essentially invited Schuldig into his room. But the inquiry still grated. Crawford would never take well to being called out... even in those rarer than rare instances when he wanted to be.

Crawford returned to his task, unbuttoning his cuffs in short quick movements, and frowned as he caught site of a single tiny drop of blood marring the crisp edge. He reached to unbutton the collar continuing his after kill ritual undeterred.

He couldn't be sure when or if his visions would right themselves and it was putting the team at risk. Despite the petty annoyances there was no one he trusted, except for Schuldig. If the worse should come to pass and he did loose total control, he would need the redhead. He was disgusted to admit he needed Schuldig's assistance with his own head yet, buried deeper than even he was capable of consciously recognising, he was also grateful that Schuldig was always there, just in case.

Crawford untucked his shirt and finished with the buttons in short order and stopped with an inaudible sigh. He looked to Schuldig as he slipped the shirt from his shoulders.

"Since the Tower." The words were quite and conflicted. He knew how they would be received. "And I think I may have just made it worse."

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"Since the tower?" Schuldig was surprised that it had been going on that long and he hadn't picked up on it until now. The idea that he'd been relying on Crawford to know, to protect all of them with his Gift... and the man had been "winging it" the whole time. It scared him. And pissed him off.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell us?" He walked over to Crawford, making sure to get into his space. "Did you forget that we're a team? The elders are dead; we are free. The only reason you lead us now is because you can See, and we trust that you know the way." He sighed. "We all trusted you. Shit. If me or Nagi pulled this you would be royally pissed. Give me a good reason why I should keep this quiet, because I really think it's something they need to know."

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"The only reason?" Crawford's eyes narrowed but it was all the reaction he would grace Schuldig with. He wasn't sure what he had hoped to achieve with a confession. The first instinct was usually the correct one and that instinct told him to do exactly as he had done... deal with the circumstances as they presented themselves. He and he alone led this team and he did so with much more than just visions.

"I am not keeping you here. If I have outlived my usefulness to you are welcomed to move on." Crawford squared his shoulders stepping closer to the challenge presented by Schuldig's words. "Even without the visions, you are all safer with me than you would be on your own and you know it. And Nagi... we are the only security he has ever known. If you feel the need to destroy that, I won't stop you."

Crawford stepped up into Schuldig's face, his stance as stern as his words. "This future has always been hazy. I've never known what would happen after the elder's were dead. I was at Narita, boarding pass in my hand, when I had a weak vision... of the three of you... waiting... for me to tell you what to do. You want out, there's the door."

And the close proximity was all Crawford needed to trigger another round of brain splitting visions, his eyes twitching shut with the smallest grunt of pained effort. The long years in Schuldig's company always granted Crawford the clearest, most detailed visions of the events surrounding the redhead. Usually he would subconsciously sort visions by their strength and relevence but those internal monitors were offline. At least three visions were competing in his head and, as usual when Schuldig was involved, they were loud and animated and not a single solid image could be pulled from the cacophony.

This same progression of symptoms had happened only once before and that instance nearly left him at the mercy of his gift... a vegetable for all intensive purposes. nothing but a vessel for the future to flow through leaving his consciousness buried by the onslaught. Crawford would not allow that fate to come to pass. It could not. But he had no idea how to prevent it, only that Schuldig was the only one able to rescue him from that fate before.

Even so... if Schuldig wanted to leave, Brad would not ask him to stay. Pathalogical pride had nearly killed him many times over and this time would be no exception.

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"If you had gotten on that plane, we would have survived. We're not completely helpless without you." Schuldig refused to look away, keeping his gaze locked firmly with Crawford, his jaw clenched tight. He was about to open his mouth and continue his angry lecture, but the pain that was suddenly etched on Crawford's face stopped him cold.

"Shit..." He mumbled, then reached out, grabbing Crawford by the arm and steering him over to the bed. He knew that contact probably wouldn't be appreciated just yet, but he didn't really care. He knew how to keep Brad sane. He'd done it before. Once... but he remembered, in case he ever needed to do it again. Though last time, Crawford had been on the brink. He wasn't quite so bad now, but he was heading there.

He took a deep breath before peeling his shirt off and climbing onto the bed, laying down beside the American and pressing up against him. Skin to skin contact would make this easier, as well as giving Brad a physical anchor to the present. He didn't actually enter the other man's mind, but he projected thoughts at him. The current time, the date, their ages, the season, current affairs. Anything to keep part of Brad grounded in the present until the vision, or visions finished playing out.

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The rampant visions were bad enough but the sudden touch acted as a lightning rod, calling up a myriad of fractured moments in both Schuldig's and Brad's future. The overload of information and Brad's efforts to contain it, control it, felt like a bullet to the brain. With a pained grunt, Brad stumbled and Schuldig used the momentum to simply deposit him on his bed, not that Brad even registered the motion. He was drowning, flailing in nightmare he was powerless to wake from, his own traitorous mind betraying him to the only thing capable of bringing Crawford to his knees.

Precognition was never a 'gift'. It was a curse and a living death sentence. Iron will and an obsessive mind the likes of which this world had never seen was all that forced his gift into submission, into compliance. But fate was not so content to remain leashed even by the likes of Crawford.

He wasn't aware that he nearly curled up in the fetal position, muscles tight, his grip on the sheets blanching his knuckles white with the effort. all he could do was claw helplessly through the deluge, refusing to simply be swept away in the torrent. But there in the swirling mass where time and fate converged he found a handhold, something solid he could anchor himself to until the flood passed.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the worse of it was over. More precisely, the worse of it was now under control. Slowly Crawford became aware of himself outside his head, registering the warmth and solid press against his back... his anchor. Schuldig's voice was a subtle but infectious rhythm in the background beneath the surface noise. The unexpected physical contact spiked the visions but the continued contact also brought control.

Brad silently willed the last lingering images away, his muscles finally relaxing, his short labored breaths evening out, his grip on the sheets relenting their hold. With a few long deep breaths, Brad slowly rolled over to face the redhead.

For all his complaining, all his threats, all his outright bitching... Schuldig was always there when it counted. Crawford would never have the words he needed for what this meant to him not to mention his lack of ability to admit to such a fatal flaw in his gift. This was what he considered his sole weakness and he entrusted it to a flighty telepath who was prone to losing his mind in similar fashion with much less provocation.

Face to face, inches apart, Brad stared long into those bright blue eyes, his hand reaching to thread through the shock of orange hair, his thumb gentle tracing the black and blue curve of Schuldig's cheek. In all the years they had spent in each other's company, they had never been this physically close. Brad had spent an inordinate amount of energy making sure they never did. Schuldig would never have understood or agreed to his reasonings why so Brad never bothered to explain. All those reasons were now gone, however.

Brad let a small smile tug at the corners of his lips, his hand falling comfrotably to rest at the nape of Schuldig's neck, his fingers tracing gentle circles.

"We would both be bored if we went our seperate ways."

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Schuldig stopped his description of the wall behind Brad as the American relaxed beside him, then smiled when Brad turned to look at him. The man was back in the present with him, and he could feel the relief wash through him. He didn't know how long it would last. Maybe day, maybe years. He didn't know how precogs worked. Not really. He just knew he could keep them from going over the edge. Or at least Brad, he'd never tried with another one. He didn't care enough to try on another one.

For as much as they fought, as much as they butted heads (or rather, Schuldig bashed his head against a brick wall), as much as they insulted each other, they had still been together for 13 years. That was longer than most people stayed married now. Brad had saved his mind more times than he cared to count. And the American would say the same, though the numbers were definitely not balanced.

He didn't flinch as Brad ran his thumb along the edge of his bruise, didn't look away. He wished he could get into the man's head. In fact, his shields might actually be weak enough that he could... but he didn't want to risk another vision tearing his mind apart. If they both went crazy, who would bring them back?

His head tipped forward a bit, almost instinctively, as slow fingers stroked over the nape of his neck. It was probably the closest he would get to an actual thanks for just saving the man's life.

"Yeah. I don't think I could find anyone to harass that is as much fun as you. Even if you are a violent bastard." He chuckled.

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"And would you still have fun if I no longer considered it harrassment?" Brad's gaze lingered for a moment before he leaned in closer, nearly in slow motion. He wasn't sure why he was doing this now but it suddenly felt urgent that he did.

Brad knew that Schuldig was nursing a crush on him since the redhead was eleven. Even at that young age, the telepath was blissfully unrestrained by annoying social conventions like sexual orientation. Most telepaths were to some degree but Schuldig took it to all new levels. And Brad denied him at every turn. Even when he realized at eighteen that he probably shared the same urges, not for men in general, but for Schuldig in particular. And Brad was sure to bury that deep. Away from Schuldig for his own good and away from the prying minds of the elders who would use that information with devastating effectiveness.

All that restraint was no longer necessary.

Brad leaned in and softly brushed his lips over Schuldig's, an almost tentative kiss that quickly grew more assured. He pulled him closer, warm soft lips caressing gently as his tongue dipped out to tease at his lips. A long slow deep kiss that intended to put the past where it belonged. With a tiny nibble to his lower lip, Brad pulled away breath heavy in his chest.

Brad knew this was probably the worst idea he ever had, but, for once, he didn't care. I felt good and right now that held too much intrigue to be denied.

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Schuldig opened his mouth, a smart reply on the tip of his tongue. The only thing that kept him silent was the shocking fact that Brad's lips were on his own. Time stopped, and all Schuldig could do for a moment was blink. At least, until he realized what was actually happening, and his libido kicked his brain back into gear.

He easily moved as Brad pulled him closer, his own arms tightening around the American as he returned the kiss, far more gentle than he ever imagined kissing the man would be. And even though it was only a kiss, their first, Schuldig found it all too easy to let Brad take control. After all, the man had been his leader, his superior, for so many years. He wouldn't expect it to be different now.

Schuldig licked his lips as Brad pulled away, panting softly. "... what was that for?"

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"That was for waiting so long."

Brad slid his glasses off, reaching over Schuldig to put them on the nighttable, half draped across him as he looked back. Brad snaked both his arms under Schuldig's back, threading his leg between the redheads as he settle in close. He smiled a disturbingly pleasant little smile as he leaned in once again.

"And this is because I've waited long enough." Brad kissed him again, harder, more possessive than the first, settling his weight off to one side as his hand slid low on Schuldig's back, pulling his hips in tight. His tongue traced the contours of Schuldig's lips before pressing between them.

Brad was intent on leaving him breathless and confused. If he was going to do this he had to maintain control of it. So far, it seemed to be working out just right.

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How many times had Schuldig hopped for this? Dreamed about it. Maybe he was dreaming now. Had he fallen asleep while trying to keep Brad grounded? He hoped that wasn't true, because Brad would be in quite a bit of trouble. But... no. This wasn't a dream. His dreams never felt so... solid.

But for as confused as he was, his cock was damned sure about something. And, generally, Little Schu got final say. Fuck first, think later. They might not get this chance again, and they'd only been wanting the man since they were teens.

Schuldig groaned softly into the kiss, rocking his hips against the American.

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Brad had seen this moment before, many times over. And it was always the same. It was a solid fixed point in his future he could look forward to with certainy. But the visions never hinted at how good it would feel to finally let the pretenses drop, how warm Schuldig's skin would feel aginst his own or how eager Schuldig would be.

The redhead's small groan of pure pleasure was instantly intoxicating. Such a small submissive sound. Schuldig offering whatever Brad wanted with a wanton roll of his thin hips. Schuldig was this wild, vicious, dangerous creature, unpredictable and nearly impossible to restrain. He could level the biggest, strongest, most dangerous men with nothing but a thought and had done so since he was barely a teenager without a single regret. They were the things, Brad was sure, that attracted him to Schuldig in the first place.

And now, this redheaded force of nature was eager and docile beneath him. And that sound... Brad had to hear it again.

Brad's hand began to wander, over Schuldig's hip, rounding over his thigh, dipping dangerously low to his inner thigh on its way up across his belly. His fingers paused to trace the small scar there before skating up to his chest, finding a nipple with the flat of his hand, teasing at it with gentle caresses. All the while, his tongue tangled with Schuldig's tempting, coaxing his need higher, as if the steel rod grinding against his hip wasn't evidence of that already. And there was no denying his needs either. His own cock was straining in the confines of his pants, digging hard into Schuldig's thigh.

Brad suddenly broke the kiss, attacking Schuldig's neck with a bit of growl and shallow bite. His lips never stilled, wanting to taste every inch of him now that he was free to accept what Schuldig had so often offered. The gentle caress of a nipple turned into a pinch, his hand suddenly groping intently at every inch of skin in his reach. His fingers stumbled over the planes of muscle in his stomach and without pause palmed Schuldig's hard cock through the fabric, stroking him only twice before reaching to cup his balls caressing them through his pants.

"I want you out of these." Brad growled against the redhead's neck, his fingers reaching for the waistband and the button.

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Something in the back of Schuldig's mind was nagging at him. Telling him to stop and figure out what was going on. What was going to be expected. Was this a one time thing? Was Brad even completely coherant yet?

Thankfully, the voice could be ignored. It was the same voice that said that killing people was wrong, and he should eat his vegetables. Besides, it didn't really matter what Brad would say. Schuldig would still sleep with him. He wasn't going to deny himself after wanting it so badly for so many years. If Brad was in a giving mood, he wasn't going to turn it down.

The only downside to this anticipation was that it was living up to everything he'd expected, and he felt like he was about 13 again. Brad often said the redhead had no self-control, but right now, only his sheer force of will was keeping him from embarrassing himself. Instead he focused on exploring Brad's body, just as his own was being. He realized that he never really got familiar with Brad's body. The man rarely needed patching up, and when he did, it was either Nagi, or Brad himself that did it. Even in Rosenkreuz, if Brad couldn't fix it himself, he would go to a healer. Though it was rare that Brad got hurt at all, unlike Schuldig who enjoyed throwing himself in danger's way. So of course his fingers tended to stop and linger on any scars they happened to find.

Schuldig panted as Brad broke the kiss, hissing softly as that mouth moved to his neck, now biting and licking at the skin he'd left bruises on just a few hours before. There was something significant there, about pain and pleasure and Brad, but Schuldig wasn't in a state to think about it yet.

A loud moan escaped him as Brad's hand finally found his cock, his hips pressing, rubbing against it. Only Brad could have him this eager to be on his back. Anyone else would have to have fought for it. But then, Brad had been exerting his dominance over Schuldig for years. It was probably why it felt so natural to submit now.

"I want you out of these." Brad growled.

"You and me both." Schuldig purred, quickly undoing the fly and kicking the pants off even as his own eager fingers began tugging at Brad's belt.

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Brad slid to the side as Schuldig practically lept out of his pants. That didn't come as any suprise. Brad lifted his hips to let Schuldig slide his belt free as he unbuttoned and slid out of his own remaining clothing with a few deft, economical movements.

He laid back and turned his head to look at Schuldig, suddenly struck by the surrealness of the moment. He let his eyes wander slowly over his form taking in every detail trying to think if he had any experience that would remind him if the redhead was ticklish, or particularly sensitive anywhere. Brad rolled to his side, his fingers reaching to explore once more, so soft the touch was barely there. His fingers ghosted over Schuldig's cock as liquid brown eyes snapped to catch the redhead's indigo blue.

Not once in all their years together had he and Schuldig ever shared even a moment that wasn't filled with competition and posturing and plain old pissing contests. This could possibly be the first time they were both entirely on the same exact wavelength, rendering the need for words irrelevent.

Brad slid closer up against Schuldig's side as he stroked him slowly, his grip bordering on gentle, never breaking his gaze. He closed in once again, his lips caressing in soft but firm kiss, the rhythm keeping time with the motion of his hand.

All the small details Brad had ever wondered about were slowly coming to light one by one. Schuldig smelled good and not just because of the expensive shampoo. There was something warm and enticing about his scent that was only amplified by the taste of his lips. His skin was much softer and smoother than Brad had ever anticipated even though his red hair was much courser in contrast.

Brad broke the kiss, tucking his face against the redhead's neck, breathing him in for a moment before giving in to the need to feel more of him. With a sudden jolt, Brad moved to straddled thin hips, insinuating his legs between the redheads. With a shift of his hips, Brad nestled his hard length along side Schuldig's with a long deliberate stroke as he laid fully on top of him, grabbing up his hands and pinning them lightly beside his head.

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Schuldig's eyes roamed over Brad's exposed form, taking it all in. He'd always imagined that the man would be hung, but seeing it in person, standing firm and proud from a nest of dark hair, he realized that his imagination was far from reality. Brad wasn't just hung, he was hung like a porn star.

His eyes flicked up to Brad's, holding the gaze even as he felt the man's hand encircling his length. His lips parted slightly, letting out a soft sigh. Then suddenly he found himself flat on his back with Brad pinning him to the bed. He instinctively flexed his hands and tugged, pleased to find that, if he really wanted to, he could get free. Not that he wanted to. After all, he'd wanted this for so long...

Another moan escaped as their cocks rubbed together, happily rocking against Brad.

"Kiss me." He purred against the man's ear, nipping gently at the lobe.

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Brad tangled his fingers with Schuldig's pinning him more firmly, and, for once, doing as he was told. He kissed Schuldig hard, his tongue roughly possessing his mouth, nipping at the tip of his tongue with a quiet, panting groan. Years of carefully controlled denial finally fell completely away with a long slow grind of his hips.

Brad was going to kiss them both breathless, and he had to be careful because as good at it felt he would bring them both off from the grinding alone if he didn't rein himself in. He didn't pull away until they were both panting hard, and his cock was throbbing with a mind of it's own, bobbing up against Schuldig's of its own accord. He released Schuldig's hands realizing only after the fact that he had left imprints of his fingernails in the back of his hands. Brad sucked hard at the redhead's lower lip as he pulled away, eyes glazed over and intense.

Brad blindly reached for the bedside table, sliding the drawer open and snagging the thick tube of lube from within. It wouldn't matter if Schuldig was a virgin or a two dollar whore, Brad was used to his cock causing problems when push came to shove. He leaned back on his knees, pulling Schuldig into a straddles across his thighs, admiring the view.

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Schuldig licks his bruised lips as Brad pulled away, panting as he watched the man, his eyes, hooded and dark with lust, taking in every detail. There were very few scars considering their line of work. Much fewer than Schuldig himself had. But, he assumed, it must be a perk of being able to know what your opponent will do before they even know. Schuldig got lines. Brad had the fucking script.

But if Brad wanted to watch him, he would gladly give him a show. He lowered his hands, sliding them up his thighs and hips, avoiding his rock hard length because he knew if he really put on a show for Brad, it would be over before it could start. Instead his hands continued upward, stroking over the firm muscles of his stomach and chest, stopping briefly to rub his thumbs roughly over his own nipples, eliciting a soft moan as his cock twitched.

His hands continued up, stroking over his collarbone and carefully up his neck. Only Schuldig could get beat up, and still manage to look this good shortly afterwards.

Finally his hands came to rest above his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he crossed his arms at the wrist and arched his back. He was tired of waiting.

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Brad never dared fantasize about this moment and Schuldig was demonstrating exactly why that was probably a good thing. Undeniably male yet somehow still androgenous enough to blur that line. All pale skin and sensuous moves, able to seduce with nothing but a look. Once he put his whole body into it though, no one could possibly resist his lure. Brad's eyes followed the trail of Schuldig's hands as he absently prepared himself, fingers dipping between Schuldig's legs as well to ensure this was all about pleasure, not the pain.

Something about the ring of bruises around the redhead's neck, his swollen and wounded eye just made it that much hotter. Schuldig wearing marks Brad put there himself... the implication of it making his cock twitch hard in his hand. The implication of the redhead's surrender has he intentionally posed his hands just made his cock twitch even harder. Now that this was finally going to happen Brad couldn't even recall the reasons he resisted it so hard in the first place.

Brad passed the head of his cock over the soft skin of redhead's perinium teasing lightly as he slicked the way, eyes fixed on the sight, breath hitching in his chest. He nudged the purple head up against the still tense muscle. With a firm grip on one thigh, he pulled Schuldig into the pressure of his hips looking up, catching his eyes just as the reluctant muscle gave way and the head of his cock forged inside.

Brad's chin dropped to his chest with a choked exhale, the gripping heat circling his cock suddenly overwhelming. With a few breaths he looked back up, both hands wraping solidly around schuldig's thighs holding his fast as pumped his hips shallowly, sliding into him deeper with a bit of resistance. another thrust and a bit deeper, pulling out just a bit then sliding his cock in to the hilt with a groan and an exasperated 'fuck' just under his breath.

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Schuldig gasped, forcing himself to continue breathing as Brad finally entered him. He had been waiting far too long for this, and now, even though it hurt, it was completely worth it. His eyes screwed shut and his arms stretched up, griping the headboard above him, short nails digging into the leather upholstery. He panted and moaned as Brad carefully thrust deeper into him, wrapping his legs around the other once he was fully inside, holding him there.

He just needed a moment to relax, to adjust, to feel. For his world to expand beyond the pain. A few deep breaths allowed him to opened his eyes again, panting and whimpering softly as he looked up at Brad. Another couple of minutes and he could pry his hands off of the headboard, opting to loosely grab at the sheets instead.

"... fuck." He whispered, licking his suddenly dry lips. Despite the pain, his cock was still as hard as ever, resting against his stomach.

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Schuldig may have been holding him in place but Brad was reluctant to move just yet anyway. He had yet to find this part of sex easy with anyone. No matter how well prepared, reluctant muscles always fought the intrusion. Brad squeezed his eyes shut, panting lightly as he fought down his reaction. Hot and tight, angry muscles clamping down hard on his cock. He had to summon every last ounce of his control so this could last past this moment. Those moments he needed would hopefully keep this in the realm of pleasure for Schuldig.

For all the redhead's nights out, for all the fucktoys Brad knew he picked up on a regular basis, he would never have guessed that Schuldig would be so unpracticed this way. His ass was nearly virgin tight and that added yet another element to stoke Brad's lust even higher.

Once he was certain his control was cemented, Brad pulled back with a slow, smooth roll of his hips, slowly rocking inside him. Slow and careful would be the rule despite the urge to fuck him like he owned him, make him scream. That was something Brad had to hear... Schuldig screaming his name with unbridled lust. But the danger of physical damage was still too very real.

Brad shifted his position, posting his hands on either side of Schuldig's shoulders, leaning over him, curling those thin hips along with his own. With smaller movements, Brad started a slow rhythm fucking him deep and slow, his balls nestling against his ass with each thrust of his hips. The soft sounds of pleasure falling from Schuldig's lips teased at his control more effectively than he thought possible.

As Brad felt the resistance finally give way he immediately picked up the pace, pulling out and thrusting back into him hard, closing in on the pace he truly wanted to use. The slap of his hips against Schuldig's thighs rocked him back, sliding him little by little up the length of the bed. Brad arms were tight with the effort, his eyes fixed on Schuldig's reactions and his head swimming with nothing but lust and pleasure and intense satisfaction all spiked even higher with each toss of that fiery mane and each submissive little sound.

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Schuldig groaned, arching up as Brad slowly rocked in and out of him. He was surprised, not that Brad had such control (this is still Brad Crawford we're talking about), but that Brad didn't seem to be a stranger to the ways of man on man sex. If he'd had any inkling that Brad was a switch hitter, he wouldn't have given up so quickly. If one could call 9 years of flirting, flaunting, and flat out offering giving up quickly.

Slowly, he felt his muscles begin to relax. It wasn't often he was on the bottom, so despite all of his various conquests, he really didn't have much experience being the "catcher." And certainly no experience with anyone as well endowed as Brad. He was worried he might not be able to relax enough. But thankfully he was, and Brad took the opportunity to begin thrusting with earnest. Schuldig moaned as several thrusts jabbed right on his prostate, sometimes several in a row, sometimes only occasionally, but it was enough to push through the pain and awkwardness, and right into the pleasure. He began rolling his hips, moaning louder with each stroke against his sweet spot. His arms moved to grip at the headboard again, the cost of repairing ripped and torn leather upholstery the furthest thing from his mind.

"Brad..." He moaned, knowing the other would most likely enjoy hearing his name being said. He also liked hearing himself say it. It made the experience real. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he held off his climax as long as he could, wanting to relish in the attention that he didn't know if he would ever get again.

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Nothing would ever compare with this. If Brad had known how completely enthralled he would be with all of Schuldig's intoxicating sounds, with the feel of his thin hips bucking up to encourage him on, how right it all felt, he probably wouldn't have gone through with this. Just this afternoon Brad had to quell the urge to kill the redhead and now, he'd never know whether to kill him, or kiss him or simply fuck him stupid for his mistakes. And once Schuldig caught onto that he was sure the mistakes would get much more creative and frequent.

Any lingering doubts were instantly forgotten as Schuldig groaned his name. Brad's final button to push. That one breathless utterance of his name saw his control start to crumble. With a deep groan Brad leaned down to kiss him hard, tasting his name still on his lips. He pulled away and with a small shift of his hips found the perfect angle. He curled his hips up, not thrusting as hard but perfectly on target, rubbing the head of his cock over that small hard spot that would see Schuldig unravel completely. He snaked a hand down Schuldig's belly, wrapping long fingers around his cock, stroking him lightly in time with his hips, intent to reduce him to an incoherent puddle, wanting him to watch him come hard before he lost control himself.

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Schuldig's moans and whimpers became nearly constant, only pausing for ragged gasps of air. He couldn't think, let alone hear anyone else think. His body and mind were too wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment. When Brad kissed him, he threw himself into it, though the man pulled back before Schuldig had a chance to grab at his hair instead of the headboard, which was probably a very good thing considering the current state of the leather covering the headboard.

Suddenly, Brad shifted, and a hand was around his cock, stroking him perfectly inside and out. Up was down, black was white, he couldn't see, or hear, or think because all he could do was feel and if he tried to hold on for another moment, he might actually explode.

He nearly screamed with his release, arching his back as every muscles in his body tensing up with it as the pearly fluid shot out, landing on his chest and stomach as well as coating Brad's hand. A forceful shiver ran through his body as Brad continued, leaving him a helpless, moaning pile on the bed, only able to cry the American's name.

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Even now, with his libido raging, Brad still clung to his illusion of control. But with Schuldig writhing beneath him like a thing possessed that illusion was shattering with each and every gasp. He had never been this focused on a lovers reaction, had never truly concerned himself with their pleasure but now that was his only goal.

Those bright blue eyes were dialated wide, glazed over in lust. Schuldig was out of his head and the telltale throb at the base of his cock was all the warning Brad needed. The redhead came hard and Brad grunted low as his muscles clamped tight around his cock, picking up the pace, slamming into him hard as he rode his orgasm. Just as Schuldig collapsed Brad followed him over the edge, ignoring the state of his hand as he reached out, gripping the sheets tight as his hips bucked hard. The sound of his name once again had him groaning freely as he spent himself deep inside.

Brad's head was swimming in the flood of endorphins, his face half numb. He panted hard as the torturous pleasure finally relented dropping his head to Schuldig's shoulder with relieved sigh.

He had never come that hard before.

After a few long minutes to bask in Schuldig's warmth and the silence of his own head, he slowly rolled to the side, his eyes finally lulling open to wirtness residual stars sparkling across his blank ceiling. He had resisted Schuldig for so long, determined not to be swayed because he knew, once he finally gave in to his own urges, Schuldig would have won. He reluctantly looked the redhead, just waiting for the gloating to begin.

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Schuldig slowly released the headboard, letting his hands drop onto the mattress and flexing them a few times to get the blood flowing properly again. Bright blue eyes slit opened, looking at the dark mop of hair resting on his shoulder. He smiled and closed his eyes again, enjoying the weight that was pressing him firmly into the mattress. Normally he hated anything that even remotely resembled being trapped, but this... this was comforting.

Too soon, at least for his liking, Brad rolled to the side. To solve the problem, Schuldig rolled with him, opting now to actually cuddle up against the other. He was exhausted, and now that he finally got what he wanted, he didn't feel like letting go just yet.

After a few moments, he frowned. He could feel eyes boring into him. Slowly he lifted his head to look at Brad who seemed to be... waiting.

Schuldig arched an eyebrow slightly. Confused. "... what?"

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Brad wasn't really sure what to do in the aftermath. Sex had either been a tool or a means of release. He never stuck around after the deed was done. And he had never brought anyone to his own bed. There wasn't really anywhere for him to retreat to... if he wanted to. And in that moment, as Schuldig looked to him in confusion, he wasn't really sure he wanted to leave.

Brad met the questioning look with a slow smile and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him close despite the mess. He pulled his head back down to his shoulder and experimentally petted through his hair. It felt odd and somewhat uncomfortable but he was certain it was what his sensitive telepath needed at the moment. He hooked the comforter folded neatly at the foot of the bed with his foot, pulling it up and over them both.

"Nothing." Brad whispered as he tried nuzzling his cheek into his hair, unaware that he was still smiling.

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Schuldig smiled in return, settling down beside Brad. Now he was surprised. He'd been expecting to be tossed out of the room once it was all said and done. He was definitely not expecting to be allowed to cuddle. But since Brad was not only putting up with, but actually encouraging it, Schuldig was going to make the best of it.

With a yawn he closed his eyes, tugging a bit at the comforter and practically purring as Brad petted his hair.

It was official. He could die a happy man now. He really couldn't remember a time when he felt this pleased with himself, and life in general. And he found himself suddenly hoping very hard that this would be permanent. He wouldn't push it, but he could hope. But even if it didn't, he still had right now.

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Farfarello was forcing the grin from his face, which was very difficult, with how amusing he found the whole situation. But, he managed it, somehow. He opened the door suddenly and stepped into the room, wrinkling his nose briefly at the almost overpowering scent of sweat and sex.

He smiled almost sweetly at the cuddling couple on the bed, "I'm goin' to pick up cat food. Did ye need anythin'?" He leaned against the door frame, amusement clear in his single eye, though he didn't say anything about the two of them or what they had done. He even tried to keep his thoughts on the matter quiet.

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Schuldig blinked as he heard the door open. He lifted his head, strands of hair still clinging to Brad's chest. There was amusement on his face as he eyed the man standing there. Farfarello's own amusement was grinning right back at him. He was in too good of a mood to be annoyed at the interruption.

He sighed, tightening an arm around Brad in case the man was thinking about getting up to throw Farfarello out, then settled back down, his head returning to the American's shoulder. Brad made a surprisingly good pillow.

"Yeah, pick up a few Pocari Sweats for me." He said, then smirked. "And if you can find any condoms larger than a magnum, grab them too."

He didn't care about the condoms, he really just wanted to brag.

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Farfarello smirked a little and lifted an eyebrow. "The first I can do. I'm sure as hell not walkin' into a sex shop for yer damn condoms. Long as ye're not too diseased, I don't see the problem with bareback."

He knew full well that Schu was just pointing out that Crawford had a huge cock. Farf was simply pointing out that he didn't give a damn.

His gaze turned to Crawford and he smirked a little more, "Need anythin'?"

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Crawford lost himself in his thoughts simply because there were so many to consider. He looked again to Schuldig, cuddling against him like a lost puppy and was struck by a sudden sinking feeling in his chest. Everything had just changed. And, he realized, he had precious little control over how things would now play out between them.

This was the single thing about which the elders may have been right.

They picked up on Schuldig's crush early on and repeatedly, they encouraged Crawford to use that, to encourange his feelings, to use them as a powerful means of garnering his loyalty and some measure of control. Schuldig was simply too volatile for anyone else to handle. The elders saw his affection as his single fatal flaw thus as the only means to put their investment in the telepath to use. Brad refused them every time, carefully constructing his reasons to the contrary as not to betray himself. But still they knew, and perhaps saw, this exact scenario. And, for a moment Brad searched his thoughts trying to decide if he had finally taken their advice or if this was something else.

He didn't have the chance to reach a conclusion as a flash of a vision alerted him to the other potential hazard of... this. He looked to the door a second before Farfarello swung it open.

Brad had enjoyed each and every helpless sound Schuldig had made and in his selfish indulgence, didn't stop to consider that the soundproofing in the suite was entirely inadequate. Even so, how had that been an invitation to intrude?

There was more annoyance than anger on Crawford's face. And oddly enough, his first instinct was to pull Schuldig tighter against his side. Farfarello was not a threat. More than likely he was entirely amused.

Crawford leveled an icy glare on the Irishman.

"Get. Out."

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Farfarello wasn't scared of the precog in the slightest; besides, he was clearly entirely too comfortable to do much more than glare at him. He simply smiled at him, "So, I'll take it ye don't need anythin' then? No requests at all from ye? Fine, but don't bitch to me later."

He stood up from where he'd been leaning against the wall, then cocked his head to the side slightly, "Oh, an' by the way.. Ye've thoroughly traumatized our 'guest'." That was mainly directed at Schu; he wanted to see the telepath freak the kitten out further and was pointedly giving him whatever he needed to do just that.

He grinned and blew them both a kiss before leaving the room - the door still wide open as he walked down the hall toward the entrance. He really did need to get the little thing some cat food after all.

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Barely five minutes after the fact and it was beginning already. Farfarello's flagrant insubordination, ignoring Crawford's hard and fast rule of privacy, the smug boasting, Schuldig entirely too pleased with himself, and then the inconsiderate taunting of an open door. Crawford just didn't feel like getting up to close it. The worst that could happen would be Nagi catching a glimpse and, most likely, swinging the door closed himself. Apparently, Nagi and their captive were well aware now anyway.

Their captive. Shit. Schuldig could wipe it from his memories. This was definitely not a piece of intelligence an enemy needed to be in possession of.

Barely five minutes afterward and this was looking like a huge mistake already. Brad's muscles tensed as he wrestled with a rare instance of indecision. Finally giving in to his own desires would only look like a submission to Schuldig's decade long tauntings... a weakness. Already it was undermining his authority. How could he maintain control of a team without their respect? And, he was sure this would only stoke Schuldig's emotions higher, possibly to the point of recklessness... more than the usual. Submission, in any form, was pervasive and this had the potential to rot the team from the inside out.

Brad pulled his arm out from under Schuldig, prying the redhead from his chest with a strong grip on his arms. His expression went flat and cold as he debated getting up himself or simply throwing Schuldig out of his room.

But one look in those bright blue eyes stopped him.

He wanted this. Even now, his head was quiet, the soft static hiss of constant latent visions was distant and unobtrusive in the far recesses of his mind, like white noise and easily ignored. Brad avoided physical contact wherever possible simply to avoid the connections that would bring unwanted visions of irrelevent people into focus. After sex, the visions would begin almost immediately, spurred on by the intimate contact. But not this time. Schuldig had been in his head since they both were young kids, their near contant proximity to each other forging a mental link between them. Brad had visions of Schuldig daily for over a decade. Their connection was already made as strongly as possible. The sex was irrelevent as far as his visions were concerned.

His expression softened as did his grip as he pulled Schuldig closer.

Schuldig was already bragging and, in a way, that brought a odd sense of satisfaction. His vicious, needy telepath... he'd already wasted too many years.

Brad pulled Schuldig in for a long slow kiss, resettling him down at his side, a hand threading through his hair to cup the back of his head.

They used to be a team of assassins owned by a sadistic cult, forced into submission. And now they were free, to do, to be, to feel whatever it was they wanted.

This was what Brad wanted.

The elders were dead. It was time to start acting like it.

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When Schuldig felt Brad tense up under him, he began to prepare himself. He knew that this wouldn't be permanent. Brad was hurt from his visions, and needed... something. Comfort maybe. And Schuldig had simply been the one who was there. He was convenient.

He tried not to think about how much it was going to hurt. Not physically, but emotionally. He was naive to think something like this would have any significance to the precog. It was simply a means to an end. But he would lay there on the bed, resting against Brad until he was told to leave. He would take any scrap of affection he could get. It made him feel pathetic, like a dog begging at the dinner table. He'd stolen a steak, and while he enjoyed it, he knew Master would not be pleased...

His calm, cool, uncaring mask slid into place as he was pushed away. He wouldn't let this bother him. He couldn't show weakness. It would only go to further convince Brad that he was useless. Unreliable. That he'd gotten too emotional, and was letting it cloud his judgment. Brad wasn't wrong in his vision he'd mentioned earlier. Schuldig would have waited for Brad to come back. He would have wasted the rest of his life in Tokyo, simply waiting. He needed Brad with him, and wouldn't risk losing him completely just because of some sex that he'd read too much into.

It was just sex. He'd had sex hundreds, maybe thousands of times. It never meant anything. It was just a good time.

Why did this one time have to mean something?

He was about to get up when he realized Brad hadn't let go yet. He frowned slightly, blue eyes peering skeptically into dark brown. Then, suddenly, he found himself being pulled back down and cuddled again, a hand resting on the back of his head... almost posessively.

Stay cool, Schuldig. It's not a big deal.

He laid there, rather awkwardly for a moment, his arms curled up against his chest now, rather that sprawling across the American. He couldn't let himself relax now. He couldn't be weak. He'd had his moment, and Brad had indulged him as usual. But now was the time to suck it up.

Slowly, he sat up, pulling himself away from Brad and getting up. He walked to the door, closing it gently before turning around to look at the American still laying on the bed.

"Tell me this was more than just a good time." He said, trying to keep the frown from his face.

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Crawford had precious little experience with dealing with anything other than negative emotions. Emotions were a liability. They were exploitable and clouded judgement. Rosenkreuz taught them how best to turn them against an opponent and how to protect yourself by simply not allowing them to factor in. Somehow, all that training wasn't entirely effective on Schuldig... and Brad had learned to work with it. Nagi... even Farfarello, all of them prone to emotional outbursts at one point or another. But not Brad.

He didn't know what to do with the uncomfortable sensation as Schuldig withdrew. He didn't know what the sick hollow feeling in his chest was as Schuldig questioned his motives. His usual response would have been anger and even though he tried to summon it, it just wouldn't respond as he expected.

He leaned up on one elbow doing his best to keep the confusion off of his face but failing. This was all new territory he had never confronted before. He couldn't anticipate what it was Schuldig wanted to hear so he opted for the honest response.

"Do you want it to be?"

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"You know I do." Schuldig returned simply. It was probably why he never sought out a lasting relationship with anyone, aside from the fact that there would be too many questions he wouldn't be able to answer. It was a rule of his. Never sleep with the same person twice. Brad might have had a vision of Schuldig waiting for him in the future, but truth be told, he'd been waiting for Brad since he was little.

Schuldig moved back to the bed, perching on the edge and looking at Brad. The wet, sticky feeling on his thighs reminded him that he would need a shower soon if he wasn't going to be lounging in bed for the rest of the evening. And he didn't even want to acknowledge how his heart sank at the idea that he wouldn't be.

He'd learned to deal with rejection from Brad. He'd already dealt with it for a decade. It would hurt, he would sulk, and then they would both move on. Life would continue as normal, and neither of them would mention this again.

"I would be very happy if this was more than just a good time." He sighed. "But if that's all it was, I'll survive." He smiled weakly. "You're good, but I won't die if we never have sex again."

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"Never is a long time..." Brad slowly pulled himself to sitting, still wrestling with himself. The alien-ness of this moment settled in his nerves like razor blades, threatening to drag him back to what was familiar.

Schuldig was trying to look noncommital but he was failing horribly. He had seen that wounded look on his face so many times before... had been seeing it since he was a thirty pound mop of redhair and attitude. Somehow, it always worked to temper Brad's iron fisted resolve.

Brad slid across the bed, straddling Schuldig's hips, pulling himself close against Schuldig's back as he wrapped his arms around him. With a resolved sigh, he perched his chin on Schuldig's shoulder.

Brad leaned in to place a single, tenative kiss on his neck, pulling him tighter. As egotistical and self assured as the redhead could be he could also rip himself apart just as effectively. The challenge of it would always be finding exactly what it was that would put his mind to rest. The chaos of his mind and emotions always craved one thing... stability. And Brad had been that for him all along. And truly that was all he still wanted.

For very practical reasons, they needed each other. They were fated to this life long dependancy on one another whether they liked it or not. And they both knew it. This could just be seen as the logical next step in the evolution of their relationship. They needed to stay together so a relationship would serve to strengthen that bond. It certainly helped that the attraction was there on both sides...

... finally, Brad was latching onto something solid he could understand. This was the logical next step.

"I don't know what this is..." his words were quiet though the tension in his arms was noticable as he forced his thoughts into some sort of sense. "...but I think I want to find out."

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Schuldig sat stiff and rigid on the bed, even as Brad embraced him and kissed him. He had never been good at keeping his emotions hidden from Brad. They'd simply known each other too long, and Schuldig, by the nature of his gift, tended to be very emotional. He just tended to keep those emotions buried under his attitude. But Brad had seen him at his worst many times, mentally naked and exposed to the world. Brad put him back together. Brad was the only person who could really see past all of his bullshit he used to protect himself, and still see the scared little boy who couldn't make the Voices go away.

Nagi and Farfarello were used to his act. They could brush it off and chalk it up to Schuldig just being Schuldig. They had seen him broken down and swallowed by his gift, but it was Brad who would fix him.

They were already married. Sex was just a formality.

"I don't know what this is... but I think I want to find out."

Schuldig sighed and finally relaxed, relief that he wasn't going to be pushed away again washing through his body.

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Brad put all of these confusing thoughts out of his head, finally relaxing as Schuldig finally did as well. He pulled away, sliding back into bed, holding the comforter up in invitation.

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Schuldig smiled. A genuine smile. It was something that rarely graced his lips, and he was doing more of it in the last hour than he had in most of his life. He didn't need any more of an invitation before he was sliding back on the bed and curling up under the comforter, pressing up against Brad's side again.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Emotionally drained. He just wanted to sleep now. A shower could wait until he got up.

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Brad settled in, wrapping Schuldig up, pulling him in close. Again, his fingers drifted to his hair, combing through it as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Brad needed to recharge as well, but sleep was elusive. For a long while he just lay there listening to the soft cadence of Schuldig's breath, then called to alert when the occassional stray thought tumbled from his lips in an unintelligible murmur. Par for the course, they were nothing alarming.

This was all new territory and as much as the prospects unnerved him, he couldn't deny how comfortable this felt. How something so simple as contact may have been the only thing that constantly had them both at each other's throats all these years. The repression breeding contempt where affection desperately wanted to be.

Brad nuzzled the top of his head, feeling foolish for it but instnatly gratified as Schuldig sighed softly in response.

A snippet of a vision offered a glimpse of Abbysinian, animated and obviously insensed, verbally assaulting Balinese, worry and relief simultaneoulsy etched on his face. Balinese... it was time he went back. There was nothing left to use him for.

Carefully, Brad slipped out from under Schuldig and he immedaitely sought out the warm spot Brad had just vacated. Brad dipped into the bathroom to clean up a bit, sliding into silk pajama pants. He silently opened the door, heading for Schuldig's room.