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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.
Occlusion part 3
Schuldig knelt by Omi's chair, staring at the unconscious, carefully
bound form of Brad Crawford lying on the floor in front of them. I didn't think it could really be
He looked up to meet Nagi's eyes.
Nagi offered Schuldig a thin smile before turning his attention to
"Delivered as promised." Crawford's body shifted a little as Nagi
prodded it telekinetically. "I gave him a sedative, but apart from
that, he shouldn't even be bruised."
"As promised," Omi agreed, "and the payment will be as promised."
Schuldig tensed. Payment? //Nagi,
what did you ask him for? He's fucking dangerous, and you needed
rid of Crawford anyway.// He tried to look into Nagi's
but found himself rebuffed by unexpectedly strong shields. I should never have taught him that.
Nagi smiled again. "Good. If you need me again, you can reach me
through the usual channels, and we'll negotiate." //Nothing you need to worry about.
still figuring out if we can work together at all. Shared history
what it is. Don't worry. I won't sell myself-- or you. I just also
no reason to slam any doors yet.// He looked down at
"And let me know if he gives you any trouble. I have scores to
too." He glanced at Schuldig. "I'm just deferring to a greater
"Would you like a drink before you go?" Omi stood up. //Should I ask him if he wants to fuck
you, Puppy?// His fingers tangled in Schuldig's hair for
second. //I think he might. Maybe
not this time but some time. He'd be kinder than me.//
Schuldig felt his eyes widen. //Is
what you want?//
Omi patted Schuldig's head. //This
not about me. It might make an alliance between us more likely.
It might also make him more likely to ask if he wants to play with
Crawford. But... it's up to you.//
Schuldig flinched, and his breath came a little faster.
Nagi looked from Omi to Schuldig and back again, his expression
He seemed to be waiting for something.
Calm. Calm. It's not like he's
given me choices before. Yes, but-- Not about things like this! What kind of tea I want. How I want
kill a target. Which toy he'll use first. Schuldig started
"Shh." Omi bent down to Schuldig's level. //It's all right, Puppy. I'll ask him, and
it'll be up to him. I shouldn't have started with something so
He rubbed Schuldig's back. "I think my puppy needs whiskey," he
"Ah." Nagi sounded like he understood.
Schuldig didn't see Nagi move. But
he wouldn't have to. The alcohol burned going down, and
that gave him something to focus on. He tried to look at Omi's mind
only to find it closed against him. That wasn't new. Omi had
secrets. I just don't know what
he wants. I usually
know what he wants.
Omi patted Schuldig on the back again then stood up. "When you're a
little steadier, put Crawford in the room we prepared for him." //He'll stay out for at least another
hours. If you want him to wake to hallucinations, either of the
tagged vials will achieve that. Just leave the empty for me so
know. I'll go down later. Strip him. I don't want him hiding any
weapons.// He was silent for a moment then added, "Naoe-san
I will be in the library if you feel up to returning, but you should
lie down if you're feeling unsteady."
I just had whiskey on an empty
stomach. Of course, I'm going to feel 'unsteady.' Somehow
sarcasm grounded Schuldig better than Omi's words. Something... changed. When? What? How
I miss it? He looked over at Nagi, wanting to ask if he
understood, but he couldn't quite bring himself to. He's free now. I'm... He
his head the slightest of shakes. "I understand." //He won't break his word to you,
doesn't break it to me, and he has a higher opinion of you than of
//Would you like me to work with
It would mean... seeing me like... this more often. Would that
you?// Nagi sounded a little uncertain.
Schuldig kept his laughter mental. Omi might not approve, and he
entirely sure that he could keep from hysteria if he laughed
aloud. I have more control
my mind than of my body. //I went through Rosencreus. Who sees me
what doesn't matter.// It was only a little lie. It's not like he's ever judged me. //I
want you to be happy.//
Nagi made a small, half strangled sound that Schuldig couldn't
interpret. Then Nagi and Omi were gone, closing the door behind
"Right." Schuldig muttered. He used Omi's chair to stand then leaned
it for a moment to let the light headedness pass. He studied
"I was worth a hell of a lot more than one murder, you bastard." He
spat on the floor. "That for your alliances and grand schemes. Not
he won't rule the world if he wants, but you won't be ruling anything." He
bent and wiped up the spit with the edge of his shirt. Just so Omi doesn't notice. He
lifted Crawford in a fireman's carry. "We're not sharing a room," he
informed the deadweight. My
master. Hard to believe. "He didn't even suggest it."
He stripped Crawford by cutting his clothes off then injected the
contents of one of the red vials into his arm. "Enjoy." He grinned
whistled as he locked the door. Some of his cheer vanished. Now what? He considered his
steadiness. I don't know what he
wants. Maybe there's no right answer, just an excuse to punish me
choosing wrong. No. He wouldn't do that. Would he? No. He doesn't
that. Crawford did sometimes to see if we could find another
but Omi doesn't. Yet. He sighed. //Nagi?//
//Yes?// Nagi sounded
irritated. //Is Crawford giving
Schuldig poked a little deeper into Nagi's thoughts to be sure that
irritation wasn't aimed at him. //No.
out. I just... Are you talking secrets?//
//That depends on what you mean by
secrets. Tsukiyono mentioned that you haven't eaten yet today. You
//Is that what he wants?//
Nagi sighed. //Is that what
Schuldig's hands clenched. He took a deep breath. What I want doesn't matter. He
couldn't say that to Nagi. He's
now. I'm not. He turned and headed back up the stairs. At
top, he stopped and leaned against the wall, letting his forehead
into the cool surface. I'm not
drunk. Am I? How long since I had hard liquor? More than a taste,
mean. It was before Omi, wasn't it? What is he doing?
//I'm coming,// he told
There wasn't enough to the response for Schuldig to guess whether or
not he'd made the right decision. He knocked at the partly open
door and waited.
"Come." Omi's voice sounded a little muffled, and when Schuldig
inside, he saw why-- Omi held a washcloth wrapped bag of ice to his
jaw. He sat behind his desk, relaxed, as if nothing in the world
Nagi sat in one of the overstuffed chairs. Schuldig read his posture
and expression to mean that, whatever had happened, Nagi, too,
Schuldig crossed the room to kneel beside Omi's chair. If they'd
alone, he'd have waited to see if Omi wanted him to crawl, but Omi
indicated in the past that he preferred not to flaunt Schuldig's
in front of outsiders. Nagi's not
outsider, and he knows, but if Omi wanted the usual, I wouldn't be
wearing clothes. Of course, if the guest had been anybody
Nagi, Schuldig wouldn't have knelt. He would have stood, waiting for
instructions, or sat. //What
happened? Why didn't you call me?// he asked Omi privately.
I should have noticed when it
Which means... He didn't want me to?
Omi squeezed Schuldig's shoulder. "Naoe-san and I had a bit of a
discussion," he said mildly. "We've resolved the matter now."
Schuldig looked over at Nagi who nodded once, sharply.
"He should eat."
"Yes," Omi agreed. "Perhaps we should adjourn to the kitchen?"
Schuldig tensed then relaxed as he realized that the question wasn't
addressed to him. He wasn't being asked to play whatever odd game
other two men were engaged in. Yet.
He took a deep breath and leaned a little against Omi's leg.
Nagi stood, and so did Omi. Schuldig stayed where he was, waiting.
Omi snapped his fingers.
Schuldig rose as gracefully as he could with the alcohol skewing his
balance. Nagi's telekinesis steadied him as he swayed, but Nagi
turn to look at him. Schuldig walked a careful three paces behind
as they crossed the house.
When they entered the kitchen, Schuldig started to kneel again, but
said, "Planning conference," and pointed at the table. Schuldig
his head and sat in a chair.
Schuldig took a deep breath and tried to balance himself. Professional not personal. Pretend
just business. He's never seen anything to think I'm anything but
coworker, bodyguard or whatever the hell the cover is today. Omi
asked-- He bit a knuckle. //He
in the Western furniture after he... brought me home,//
he told Nagi, feeling the need to make small talk. //I think having me kneel while he was
Omi broke two eggs into a bowl, whisked a fork through them and
them in the microwave. "Tea?"
"Please." Nagi nodded. //Remodeling
got rid of the traces of the Takatoris, didn't it? Schuldig...//
Nagi hesitated, and his shields leaked worry for Schuldig and
of seeing Crawford sell Schuldig to Omi. //You do have a
Schuldig didn't bother to answer Omi's question. He could tell that
hadn't been for him. He'd be getting tea with his scrambled eggs and
whatever other food Omi thought he needed. //I wouldn't have gone with Crawford then
even if he'd wanted me. He knew.
always knew. He used to warn me that I'd be Bombay's dog someday.
I am.// As you've seen. Repeatedly.
While the microwave was running, Omi rummaged in the refrigerator to
find other food. "I need your expertise." He hesitated.
Schuldig wasn't sure Nagi'd recognize it as hesitation. He doesn't know Omi as well as I do.
Omi cleared his throat. "If Estet--" He waved as hand as if
argument. "--or what passes for Estet these days-- caught Crawford,
what would they do?"
"Break his shields," Schuldig said immediately. "Probably with
as an aid."
"Cripple him physically," Nagi said. "His hands or his legs most
likely. Or maybe his eyes."
"They'd only take his eyes if they had extra telepaths." Schuldig
couldn't lose sight of the fact that Omi only had one. "After that,
they'd keep him drugged so that he couldn't control the visions. I
don't think they'd trust him to seek visions. He could skew them,
much, even without shields."
Omi put the scrambled eggs on the table in front of Schuldig. "He's
present for you." //Just as I
promised, Puppy.// "I don't need
him, but he could be useful." //He
make the games I'm playing with Kritiker and the Magi much more
Schuldig poked at the eggs.
"Eat." Nagi shook salt onto the eggs without touching the shaker
"I just thought that he'd be more..." Omi shrugged. "Estet has got
be one of his nightmares."
Just like it was one of mine.
Now Schuldig really didn't want to eat. Omi's better than Estet and better than
being an incubator for demons. Much. He picked up the
and chopsticks anyway.
//If you just want to play with
and then kill him, that's one thing.// Omi started slicing
peach. //If you want him around
a long time, you-- or we, if you prefer-- have to break him.//
The problem with being a telepath
that putting food in my mouth doesn't buy me any time.
Schuldig waited until he was done chewing to say anything. "I'm
to remember--" He looked at Nagi. "Is there any reason we'd want not to hurt him?"
Nagi gave a single shoulder shrug. "Estet?" He didn't sound
Schuldig shook his head. "Not for us." //He'd have sold all of us back to them if
the price was right.// He looked at Omi's hands. "We break
He had to set down his chopsticks because his hands were shaking.
I'm not sure I can not kill him. My..." He shook his head. My self-control is nothing to brag
He looked at the floor.
Omi put the sliced peach on the table. He squeezed Schuldig's
"Is it worthwhile to make him think Estet has him?"
Nagi shook his head minutely. "Not if you're planning to 'rescue'
If he ever saw through it, he'd take any chance he could get to
you over. Not for capturing him-- For giving him even a little
That's personal experience, isn't
Schuldig didn't even need to look at Nagi's thoughts to know that
After all, that's what he did to
"Estet's approach is still... efficient. If he's physically weak
enough, I can break his shields, and if I do it once, I can do it
again. I just have to set a few commands." Never mind that I haven't done anything
like it in years. "I can't break his shields and... work on
body at the same time. Not for long enough, anyway." He put his
in his lap. "Well, it would work eventually, but it might take
weeks." Or even months. //We have
to get him to
the point where he can't even choose to die,// he told Omi.
Omi picked up Schuldig's chopsticks and scooped egg into Schuldig's
mouth. "You need to eat." //Maybe
you could play with him a bit and then break him. If you play for a week or
it's nothing. Would that please you?//
Schuldig didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked Nagi, //What do you think?// He knew
sounded a bit plaintive.
//I brought him here for you,
Schuldig, not for Tsukiyono. I don't care what happens to him.//
//Nagi... Did Crawford... hurt
Physically, I mean? Did he... Did he fuck you? Did he give you to
anyone else?// Schuldig had never wanted to ask before.
Nagi's shields tightened, and his face went blank. He looked away.
//I'll play with him for a little
while,// Schuldig told Omi. //It'll
personal. I'll tell him I'm protecting him from you by doing it.
can show up and terrorize him from time to time. When I'm bored,
tell him you got impatient and demanded it.//
Omi laughed without much humor. He ran a hand over Schuldig's hair.
can play Bad Guy." //He deserves
Puppy. He does.//
"Let him hallucinate for now. Tomorrow's soon enough-- No. Visions
first. Uncontrollable visions for a day or three." Schuldig managed
thin smile. "He might see something he can use against us, but I
it. If the odds are against us fucking this up, he's going to see
himself crawling and happy to be allowed to." He reached out and
slice of peach.
Omi and Nagi regarded him with creepily similar expressions of
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