One-shot (Flopsie)

Title: A man can only take so much

Fandom: Weiß Kreuz (feat.Schwarz)

Rating: erm... dunno... My first short piece... Humor. Citrus aroma, maybe? looks apologetic and clueless

Characters: Brad, Schuldig, Nagi

Author's Notes: Ever been in a situation you wished yourself out of, and found yourself asking how the hell you'd gotten in there? Intended as a drabble, it got too long. Basically, Brad feels guilty and wants to please Schuldig in return, but can he handle the situation?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of TK's brainchildren. I own their twins! No, just kidding. I'm just a poor student, so don't sue - you won't get anything anyway. No harm intended, it's just for the luuurve.

Feedback/CC very appreciated. First time writing. ;)

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"Brad! Don't stop!"

Schuldig cried, latching his hands onto the man's shoulders, holding him firmly in place despite the struggling.

"Hang on, please… you can't stop now!", he begged, "Swallow, will you? It can't be that bad, and besides, there isn't much left."

Brown-golden eyes glared at him, decidedly unhappy, muffled sounds escaping Crawfords throat. He had enough. He shouldn't have ever agreed to this in the first place. So why had he again? Ah yes, it had been the unforeseen glimpse of honest emotion, the shocking and openly teary look in the usually languorous blue eyes, along with the quivering bottom lip, that had been his doom. He had truly wanted to please the German then, anything to make up for accidently bleaching his trademark green coat. But this - was simply disgusting.

/I'm gonna throw up anytime now…/ he realized miserably, suddenly feeling very nauseous.

Scrambling to his feet and sending his chair flying backwards, he shoved Schuldig out of the way and rushed to the bathroom.

Nagi beamed at Schuldig after loudly counting out the cheeseburgers' discarded paperwrappings on the table. 9 against measly 7. Target taken out. Mission accomplished.

"I told you he couldn't keep up with me!"

Schuldig thought he looked like a sated, fat cat. Well, maybe not really that fat, but sated anyway. A yellow canary feather in the corner of his mouth would have fittingly rounded out the picture.

"No fair!", the German pouted, "YOU are still in your growing phase."