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Disclaimer: Weiss and Schwarz do not belong to me. I'm
borrowing them for my and (I hope) my readers' amusement only and
no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape
Author: The RCK
Note: Written for the Weiss Kreuz
Anonymous Kink Meme.
This is a tiny fragment of a huge AU that will never be written
completely because, while I find the story interesting and the
character arcs plausible (given my AU elements), I don't want to let
have that much space in my brain. The characters aren't people I
to live with for long enough to tell their whole story. I may
occasionally write small snippets of this when I'm stuck on other
things, but I'm unlikely ever to write more than fragments.
Mamoru)/Brad and Schuldig; D/s, please. Omi can be substituted for
Warnings: Rape, bondage,
slavery, unbeta'd/rough draft, vicious sociopaths being vicious
sociopaths, AU, permanently incomplete
Summary: Schuldig should
realized that Omi was a repressed sadist. It probably wouldn't have
made any difference, but he should have realized.
Posted: 26 April 2008
Further notes on this AU can be found here.
Thanks to those who tried to beta this for me. It's not your
fault that this one is nasty squicky. Thanks for being willing to
All mistakes and infelicities here are mine.
After the pain was done, after the games were over, Omi always asked
the question. Schuldig thought that was the worst part. All he had
do was to say yes, and it would all be over. Omi'd do it quickly,
cleanly, and the whole thing would be over. No more pain. No more dread. It
wouldn't be gentle. Omi was never gentle unless for psychological
effect. All I have to do is say,
Every time, before he pulled away, before he left the room, Omi
ask in just the barest whisper of thought, //Schuldig, do you want to die?//
He didn't want to hear a yes. He didn't crave a no. The question and
its answer were the one bit of utter honesty between them. They
about punishment or vengeance or how useful Schuldig could make
Schuldig sometimes wished he could say yes, but he couldn't. He
to live. He dreaded the next time Omi became angry or bored or horny
or... anything that could be eased by fucking Schuldig, by hurting
Schuldig, by humiliating Schuldig, but he wanted to live. Rosenkreus
had taught him not to expect better, and though he had hoped for
better, it had also taught him to want to survive.
He'd thought more than once about finding other toys-- victims
for Omi. Dividing Omi's energy and attention could only improve
Schuldig's situation. The problem was that-- at least for everyone
the universe who wasn't Schuldig-- Omi had ethics. He divided the
into categories-- people he cared about, people he didn't care about
but would protect, people he didn't care about and would kill,
he hated and would kill, and people he would hurt without
He wouldn't pick up a casual victim in a bar, brutalize, rape and
abandon him or her. He might consent to a one night stand-- purely
consensual-- but he kept his sadism reined in, carefully not hurting
those individuals more than they wished for.
And sometimes he lets them fuck
No. One night stands not a good idea. The only person
could think of who might be, in Omi's mind, a companion to Schuldig
Crawford. And... No. The
thought of sharing living quarters with Crawford brought acid into
Schuldig's throat. Much as I'd
to see him naked, on his knees, praying that this time wouldn't
But it has to be someone who
deserve better. Someone who wants
stay alive, given the choice. Someone who appeals to Omi as
attractive. Schuldig let his head rest on his knees. The
hurt his wrists and shoulders, but the change to a different hurt
as a relief. Omi'd left him kneeling with his arms cuffed behind his
back at the wrist and connected to a bolt in the floor by a short
tether. Schuldig could move enough to lie down or to sit
but he wasn't sure enough of his ability to get back into position
before Omi returned. Punishments for breaking posture generally
involved more painful positions, longer duration and harsher
bondage. And sometimes-- if he's
with drugs as an added bonus. At least this isn't so bad. No
plugs, sharp objects--
Who would work? He wrenched
his thoughts to a safer subject. Experience had taught him not to
his thoughts to go down that path. If he did, all of those things
hurt more the next time Omi chose them. He needs emotional engagement, something
he can't detach from. Hell, he detached from Farfarello enough to let someone else kill him.
Some nameless Kritiker flunky bags the Berserker. He just doesn't
a damn about anybody. Except Weiss. Manx. Crawford. But not Nagi.
god for that much. Lots of dead people. He avoids emotional
entanglements. I can't help approving even if it does suck for me.
I wonder what the rest of Weiss is
doing now...? We should look into it. To make sure they're as safe
Omi hopes, of course. He spent the next little while
about scenarios that would lead to various other members of Weiss
joining him as Omi's dogs and about what Omi might do to them-- or
Schuldig do to them-- once they were there. If only I could reach my dick...
Schuldig tried to persuade his dick to soften as he sensed Omi's
decision to come downstairs. He
supposed to have hours more
work! He checked his posture to make sure that, hard-on
he was as Omi had left him.
The tumblers in the lock clicked. There was a slick, retinal imaging
lock, too, but Omi had realized early that Schuldig responded to the
sound of a lock opening.
Plus, Nagi can't open a mechanical
lock without being close enough that Omi'd notice him.
swallowed hard, trying not to think about the fact that Nagi would
abandon Crawford and break Schuldig loose in about thirty minutes if
Schuldig just asked. There are
reasons not to. But, as the door opened, he couldn't
any of them.
Omi walked into the room and studied Schuldig's posture and naked
He shook his head. "Enjoying yourself?" He came closer, until
could only see his shoes and pants. He tangled his fingers in
Schuldig's hair then pulled hard to tilt Schuldig's face upward.
were you thinking about?"
"About doing unto Crawford as you do unto me." Schuldig knew better
than to lie blatantly to Omi-- Omi would just pull out the truth
drugs-- but he wasn't going to admit to the thoughts that had
most of his time that afternoon. It's
lie even. I did think about it.
Omi laughed. "The idea of fucking Crawford gets you that hot?" He
leaned down and kissed Schuldig, biting his lower lip then pushing
tongue inside. //It's unlikely,
know. Not that I wouldn't indulge you, but I'd need a way to block
precognition, one that wouldn't set off his precognition before I
deployed it. Do you want Naoe, too?// The last question
//Estet had to have something...
no. You know that, even if Crawford doesn't.// Schuldig
his eyes. Fucking an enslaved Nagi was one of the few things Omi
demand of Schuldig that Schuldig really wouldn't-- Couldn't. --do.
Omi pulled back and laughed. The echo in his mind was deeply feral,
Schuldig shuddered. //We're going
hunting tonight, Puppy. Hunting something that might help.//
traced a finger along Schuldig's jaw. //If
helpful, I might let you play a little, and you'll be on the bed
tonight. If not...//
Schuldig cringed, trying to get distance from the images and
that went with 'if not...' Not being able to block Omi's thoughts
unless Omi wanted him to, not being able to disentangle them from
own, meant that he couldn't escape. That's
I don't call Nagi. I don't know what killing Omi would do to me,
and Omi always knows where I am. He whimpered.
//We have a few hours yet.//
Omi smiled, in no way offering reassurance. He squatted next to
Schuldig and flicked his fingers hard against Schuldig's dick. "I
didn't expect that." He pinched the foreskin. "Get rid of it."
Schuldig swallowed hard and nodded. He closed his eyes and took a
breath, focusing on ignoring Omi's intentions and arousal. Things that don't relate to sex... or
pain... We are so fucked up. Focus. Takatori Reiji in a miniskirt.
Masafumi and Tot... He never got Nagi through her, did he? No. I'd
found out, and I'd have killed the fucker. Except that's why
would make sure I didn't find out.
Schuldig felt Omi's hand on his now flaccid dick. "Stay that way."
Omi's hand was gone. "Keep your eyes closed." Footsteps moved toward
the cupboard where Omi stored his toys.
He knows what he's after, but he's
not letting me see. Schuldig tried not to think about the
options even as his mind listed the contents of the cupboards. A
or so later, as Omi enclosed Schuldig's dick and balls in a cloth
metal mesh bag, Schuldig thought, That's
//Open your eyes.// Omi
back on his heels. "Now, tell me what you want to do to Crawford. In
detail." He smiled. "If it's hot enough, I may let you stop talking
long enough to suck me off." //And
it's not hot enough, I'll start my entertainment with your ideas and
continue from there.//
Schuldig looked past Omi at the wall. Stupid
me. He shifted his weight, trying to ease his ankles. He won't hurt me too badly. Not with a mission tonight.
want me at my best or near it. He drew in a shaky breath.
"Crawford values control," he said. "He's used to knowing what's
next. The first thing to do is to take that from him. It's not
//No?// Omi twisted one of
Schuldig's nipples. His facial expression and body language
boredom, but his mental interest was sharp, like a hook keeping
Schuldig focused on the subject. //How
//With the right drugs.//
Schuldig's memory offered three different drug cocktails that would
crush precognition temporarily. Two of them were even safe for
prolonged use. He pushed the information into Omi's head and watched
Omi's eyes glaze over with pleasure at having a new weapon. "Drug
Schuldig licked his lips. "The stuff you used on me would be good.
Nausea and vertigo. Add in noise and flashing lights, and he'll be
hell before he even sees me." He tilted his head to one side. "But I
want him to know it's me. I won't hurt him then-- maybe, just maybe
I'll give him a gentle fuck, something to anchor him, to make him
it won't be too bad. He'll be going crazy because he's used to knowing." He could say anything
because Omi wasn't really listening. As long as Schuldig kept
and it related to Crawford, Omi wouldn't mind if it wasn't arousing.
Just for a minute or two. Then
Omi rubbed his hand over his crotch.
Schuldig hissed as he realized that Omi was already hard. He wants Crawford. I didn't... really
expect that. "Maybe add in hallucinogens after that so that
not really sure that it was me." He rocked up on his knees, arching
back as the tether pulled him back. His dick wanted to expand, and
throat felt tight. "Then-- Then it depends on him, on what scares
more. I'd be in his mind, so I'd know--" He tried to catch Omi's eye
and grinned. "So we'd
I'm not sure whether I'd rather start with playing with him, with
clamps and weights and cutting and dildos and--" //Please take this thing off me!
Omi struck Schuldig across the belly, forcing him back to his knees.
//You should be grateful that I
the one with spikes.// The blow didn't carry more than a
fraction of Omi's strength, so Schuldig took it as a sign of
He twisted and rubbed against the bits of Omi that he could reach.
"I'd enjoy figging with him or maybe something more than ginger,
something that would make him cry. I want to see him with the
snot and tears running down his face. I'd be careful. I wouldn't
to hurt him too badly. I wouldn't want to wait while he healed or do
anything too... permanent." Schuldig smiled, letting the nastiest
of his anger at Crawford show. "After all, if we break him properly,
could be useful."
Omi unhooked the tether connecting Schuldig's wrists to the floor.
held the tether in one hand and massaged Schuldig's shoulder with
other. "And what would you do if you didn't play with him
Schuldig laughed. "I'd watch two or three strangers take turns
him, maybe playing with him, too, but maybe not. I'd keep up a
monologue in his head the whole time, critiquing his performance.
punish him when he didn't do well enough. I'd probably do that even
I played with him first. The strangers would be worse than me or
even if they didn't torture him, even if we did. He may not think
his equals, but we're still on the radar."
Omi pushed Schuldig forward.
Schuldig turned his head so that his cheek rather than his nose came
rest on the hard wood floor. He's
still playing, nothing harsh yet. That could have been much worse.
He waited, silently, assuming that Omi had something in mind.
hard pushed at Schuldig's anus. He knew it wasn't Omi's dick. There's no way he do that yet.
still left a frightening number of possibilities.
"We haven't used this one before." A hard push took the thing past
Schuldig's body's resistance. "It's porous, with a central tube and
pump. I can use it to deliver, well, anything really, as long as
gel or a liquid." Omi wiggled the butt plug then pulled it out a
before shoving it home again. "Maybe we should test a few things
Just in case we ever get our hands on Crawford." //Serendipity. I just happened to pull
this one out. We won't have time for the fullest... enjoyment
That will take weeks. This is a good way to administer drugs,
absorbed through the mucous membranes. No visible marks.//
Schuldig shuddered. Omi's desire to be able to take Schuldig out in
public had saved him from certain types of abuse at certain points
time. The clarity with which bruises showed on Schuldig's skin
Omi sometimes but was an inconvenience at others. An inconvenience for which he blames
"This will burn a little."
Schuldig set his teeth. He didn't want to risk biting his lips or
tongue. When the pain hit, he twisted, trying to pull away from it,
from Omi, until the tether brought him up short. He shook then
letting the pain out as sound.
Omi grabbed Schuldig by the hair and pulled him back up to his
"Keep talking," he said. "I'm getting bored."
Schuldig couldn't think. He could tell that Omi was still aroused,
becoming more aroused, but he couldn't string words together. He
panted. Tears ran down his face.
//Puppy, talk to me.//
Does he sound... worried?
Schuldig whimpered. "I-- I would-- He--" He dug his fingernails into
the palms of his hands. "There are... drugs that... make him..." //You can make him have visions.
Uncontrollable visions. He hates those drugs. Desperately.//
Omi ground his body against Schuldig's ass. //Perfect.// He uncuffed
wrists, letting his arms fall to his sides. "Tell me."
"I'd..." //I'd make him keep his
mouth open and his ass available all the time. Keep himself clean.
wouldn't shave him. I'd wax him. I'd take his glasses. He's nearly
blind without them. Take that sight, too.// Schuldig's dick
hurt, wanting to expand again in spite of the pain in his ass. He'd
learned, after all, to find pleasure in spite of pain when Omi was
present. "Please..." The tremors from the pain were enough that he'd
have fallen if Omi hadn't held him up.
Omi pinched Schuldig's nipples. "I'd make him your whipping boy. Not
for everything. I wouldn't want you misbehaving just to get him
punished." He bit Schuldig's neck. //You're
feeling anything except your ass, are you? Try this-- Think about
doing this to Crawford. Maybe an hour a day. Maybe three hours
week. Maybe just when you've pleased me. You do manage that, don't
//I'm sorry.// Schuldig
to make the words sound abject rather than tortured and was sure he
failed miserably. He'll enjoy
tortured even more than abject. We both know that abject is just
saying, 'Of course it's my fault. Everything's my fault. Please
hurt me.' He let wistfulness into his mental voice. //Do you really think you could? He'd rather die.//
//That depends on what we find
tonight. And on Naoe. If Naoe chooses to protect Crawford...//
//Nagi likes me better than he
Crawford, and he's not protecting me. That's sure as hell not because he's
scared of you.// Schuldig flinched when he realized what
said and how he'd said it.
Omi laughed. //No. He isn't
protecting you because you choose to stay. If you wanted to leave, you'd be
gone. In spite of Crawford, in spite of spells.// He let
Schuldig collapse forward. //Do
think I'd chase you, or are you afraid I wouldn't?//
Schuldig flattened himself to the floor, gasping, and refused to
answer. He wasn't really sure what he could say. Say something else. Change the
No. Not a change... //Nagi can't leave Crawford, and I won't go
the son of a bitch. You're better than Crawford. More honest.//
He heard the sound of Omi's zipper. Was
enough? Is he satisfied or will he--
"I find your fantasy hot as hell," Omi announced. "Get over
and ease the problem." //Can't or
Trust him to multitask.
Schuldig crawled in a semicircle so that he was facing Omi. His arms
and shoulders protested as he pushed himself up. //Can't. There're layers of telepathic
compulsions making him obey Crawford. I've chipped away at them,
Crawford thinks they're going to fail, he'll kill Nagi. Under the
circumstances, I can't do more than give him latitude.// He
dropped his jaw, opened his lips and waited.
Omi liked taking the last step himself. He stepped closer and pushed
his dick into Schuldig's mouth.
Schuldig used his tongue and lips to tease Omi's dick before taking
deep in his throat. As he felt Omi's attention shift to his own
Schuldig allowed himself to feel relief. I still hurt like hell, but I'm not
hurt. Pain not damage. He
pushed back the questions he wanted to ask. He wouldn't answer anyway, and... Nagi
defend himself against Omi. At least, I'm better at this now. I
what he likes, what he doesn't, what he expects. Damn Crawford for
sending me after Haberland. Damn Estet for wanting a telepath to
incubate demons. Damn Omi for being there. Damn me for not being
stronger. Damn that sorcerer for whatever the hell he did to us.
Omi smacked the side of Schuldig's head. "Teeth."
Schuldig put his full attention back on the blow job and didn't let
wander again until after Omi'd tucked his dick back into his pants.
//I'll do just about anything if
get me Crawford.//
Omi's grin had sharp edges. //You'll
anything for me anyway.// He laid a hand on Schuldig's head
for a few seconds then stroked his hair. //But I'll get him for you, Puppy.
Schuldig closed his eyes. The pain in his ass hadn't abated much,
he felt it less. He bowed his head, wishing he were allowed to show
affection to his master.
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