Razor's Edge
An angry Schuldig was a thing of beauty. Maybe that was why Crawford liked to push him so hard-and just as often as the telepath cared to return the favor. Somehow, they both got off on running on the razor's edge. All the more if they did it together or against one another.
Ducking a punch fast enough to have hit him if his precognition hadn't hinted about it in time, Crawford charged and shoved the other man against the wall, not minding the violence of the impact, much less the disgruntled groan Schuldig let out. Quickly, efficiently, Crawford caught Schuldig's wrists and pinned him in place, using all their difference in weight to overpower him, blocking the space between their bodies to abort any possible attempt at kicking. That proved to be sort of revealing. Maybe they got off on it more literally than they had previously thought.
When the words came, they were more breath than sound.
"If I kiss you now, will you bite my tongue off?"
Schuldig didn't reply immediately. He just narrowed his eyes and panted, tense as a rubber band about to snap.
"...Yes."
Crawford did it anyway.
The kiss was furious, hungry, intense, a mirror of their relationship. Their bodies pressed together and moved for friction, for contact, for pleasure, for reassurance, who knew what for... tongues invaded and claimed, but when the kiss finally ended, both of them returned home unscathed.
Still pinned against the wall, Schuldig rest his forehead against Crawford's and tried to calm his laboured breathing. The apparent intimacy and trust of the gesture didn't surprise Crawford anymore; the telepath was weird like that. He didn't even notice how weird he himself was at allowing the contact, at being pleased by it. None of them ever talked about what they had.
"You 'saw' that I wouldn't bite you," Schuldig finally accused.
Closing his eyes, since the distance between them was too short to focus his sight, Crawford sighed.
"No, I didn't."
"Then, why did you risk it?"
It wasn't as if Schuldig wasn't really able to bite his leader's tongue off. He wasn't the one to always ponder consequences and take sensible decisions.
"Because I made you think that I knew you wouldn't."
Far from getting angry, Schuldig smirked and let his body relax. Crawford didn't need to know everything, just make people think that he did.
"You, son of a bitch..." Schuldig said without anger, nearly with admiration, before tilting his head and kissing Crawford again.
