The carrot and the stick

Sometimes Schuldig hated his life. Of course it was his own fault this time. Him and his big mouth. Crawford was most annoying and an ass, but antagonizing him was a big error. Crawford was not one to fuck around with and of course he had the power to make Schuldig´s life hell. Exactly what he had done the past days. One annoying errand after the other and hardly any time to sleep.

But today had been the peak; he had been ordered to follow one of Takatori´s lackeys without being seen. It had been boring, tiring and very disgusting. And now his feet were aching, he was wet to the bones and cold. It was already dark when he came home and of course no one had kept his food warm. So he had a cold dinner and a quick shower and crawled into his bed. He just had warmed up, when he heard a knock on the door and Brad came in. Not another errand! Schuldig couldn't take it anymore.

He sighed deeply: "Okay, Crawford, you win. I'm exhausted, my feet hurt and I need sleep. I take my words back, okay?"

"I knew that you would see my point", Crawford smirked, "but I don't let say, that I don't reward good behaviour as much as I punish misbehaviour. Let's have a look at your feet."

To Schuldig's consternation Crawford lifted the blanket to take hold of his feet and massage them.

This couldn't happen – but it felt great. Cautiously Schuldig closed his eyes, while the strong hands kneaded his hurting feet, knowingly finding all the stress points and easing the pain.

But soon Crawford decided that his pain was eased enough and began to stimulate other points, while listening to how Schuldig's breath became more laboured.

This foot massage was surely the most erotic thing Schuldig had ever experienced. Crawford seemed to know every sensitive point on his soles, to explore every weakness in order to arouse him. And arouse him he did. Schuldig could feel himself growing harder with each stroke.

Crawford didn't miss the barley concealed moans and stimulated him until it became nearly unbearable.

"I've the distinct feeling that you like my massage." Crawford suddenly stopped, lifted the blanket and petted Schuldig's straining erection through his boxers.

Schuldig groaned: "Crawford…?"

„Sh, I'll take care of that." Crawford freed him from his boxers and before Schuldig could react, he bent over him. Incredulous, Schuldig felt Crawford´s lips fasten on his cock. Hell must be freezing over. But it felt too good to be a dream.

Crawford noticed with amusement how gently his subordinate thrusted despite his obvious need, but Schuldig was understandably afraid to pass the unwritten boundaries. Crawford, though, had no doubts that he could break his self-control. He reached to caress Schuldig's left foot again, finding exactly the right spot to drive him crazy.

Schuldig groaned loudly and lost all his restraint. He thrusted hard into Crawford's mouth, needing to come, needing release at once. He came in a white rush and nearly blacked out.

Coming to his senses again, he saw Crawford smirking down on him.

"Feeling better now?" Crawford asked. Masquerading his tone as gentle, he bent to kiss him, letting him taste himself.

"I hope you take that to heart and begin to behave yourself. Good night." He switched out the light and closed the door behind him. Schuldig snuggled into his blanket, feeling very sated and content. Maybe his life wasn't that bad after all.

Fin