Title:
Seduction and Wit
Theme: Weapon of Choice
Schuldich sighed as he rubbed himself against Crawford, the office chair
squeaking beneath them as he did so. The American, as usual, remained
stiff and detached.
"Why do you always do this?" Crawford asked in an unaffected
voice.
The redhead leaned closer to the older man. "Because this is the
only effective weapon I have against you. Even with your precog, your
body always surrenders."
A black eyebrow arched. "Really?"
"Just try and stop me."
Crawford's lips twitched - almost imperceptibly - as he placed his arms
around the man sitting on his lap. "Schuldich," he said casually.
"Have you gained weight?"
Title: Red Ducks
Theme: Chromatic/Colors
"Step right up! Three red ducks gets a prize!"
The barker's voice boomed as Schuldich picked up the toy gun and fired.
"Red ducks, not yellow!" the carnie repeated good-naturedly.
"Why are we here?" Nagi asked, waiting patiently.
"Because I needed to escape Crawford's nagging," Schuldich
replied as he shot again, three ducks falling in rapid succession.
The barker chuckled. "Sorry, yellow - "
The redhead put down the toy gun, and pulled out his own. Three shots
later, the carnie lay lifeless in his booth.
"Better?"
Schuldich nodded. "I guess it's too late now to tell the guy I'm
colour blind."
Title: Last Life
Theme: Life after Death
If there was ever something Schuldich hated, it was weakness. Sure, he
loved it in his opponents, but when he was the weak one, he would grind
his teeth in self-loathing ... like now.
His jaw clenched, the muscles straining at the helplessness of his situation.
No matter how he pushed or twisted, he could see his energy slowly depleting.
Damn it! All that time ... all that effort ... all for this inglorious
end ...
Soon, he found himself reduced to nothing but a bloody mess.
"I hope you saved it," Nagi asked from behind.
The redhead looked at his dead character. "Shit."
Title: Red
Theme: Christmas
"Explain to me why there're only red lights." Crawford shifted
out from under a lazing German. He'd come home earlier to catch a glimpse
of a god-awful tree adorning the living room before being pounced on by
a horny redhead.
"Because if I stand in front of it, it makes my hair glow."
Schuldich rubbed suggestively against Crawford's crotch.
Somewhere in the redhead's mind, that explanation must've made sense
because it sure didn't in Crawford's.
"So then, explain to me why there's a set of handcuffs on it as
an ornament."
To that, Schuldich just smiled lazily and bent down ...
Title: Coercion
Theme: Christmas
"The answer is no."
"Please?" Schuldich slid lower and licked the salty skin of
the American's penis.
"The answer is still no."
"But Crawford, it clashes with my hair. You have to," the redhead
said, taking the hardened erection in his mouth this time and sucking
lightly ... once.
"Still no." The words were a little more strained now.
After that, the German took the whole length into his mouth, tongue toying
with the engorged tip. He looked up pleadingly.
Eyes closed and jaw clenched, Crawford still managed to respond, "No,
Schuldich, I'm not wearing the Santa hat while we fuck." |