PURE LUCK by clueless_psycho

Sometimes, your gift failed you and did not give you the vision of the future.

Not it bothered Crawford the slightest. He was an assassin, he had trained himself not to get surprised when that happened. He always anticipated and prepared for the worst, vision or no vision.

That’s why he only frowned when his collar was grabbed and winced when he was shoved to the wall in a dark corner of the street.

He just didn’t expect his mouth to suddenly be ravished. The attacker tugged onto his hair tightly to keep him from moving, pressing his body hard on Crawford.

Aya purred at the back of his throat, deliberately probing the wet cavern of Crawford’s mouth with his tongue. Crawford could feel something hot and hard between Aya’s legs, rubbing up and down his groin.

Holding onto his control as he felt his own sex stirred at the friction, Crawford grabbed a handful of crimson hair and tugged Aya’s head back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Kissing you.” Aya stiffened. His violet eyes gleamed in the dark like a cat’s eyes. He was in his Abyssinian mode and costume and Crawford could smell faint scent of blood mixed with the Weiss’s sweat and heat. And arousal. Adrenalyn rush. Schuldig had it most of the time, especially when he got too excited with a killing job. Never crossed his mind that it would happen to Aya too. Right now, he looked like he could explode anytime. ~Don’t he have sufficient control over his own body, his need?~ Crawford thought sourly. “I’ve never been so glad to see you.”

Crawford frowned. Aya resumed to rock their hips together. “Oh yeah,” he mewled quietly, sighing in lust. “Quick, Crawford, give me a hand here.”

He grabbed Crawford’s right wrist and with another hand quickly unbuckled his coat. Shifting the opening of his coat aside, he led Crawford’s hand to his pants. But Crawford held on. Aya used a little force. Crawford didn’t shift, keeping his hand to himself. Aya finally looked up and shot Crawford’s dirty glare with a deadly one.

“What the hell is up with you? I thought you liked it.”

“Tough luck,” he hissed, shifting his face away from Aya. “Don’t you have to meet your friends somewhere and escape?”

“They can take care of themselves. I need you to take care of me.”

“Go wank yourself…”

“Why do I have to do that?” Aya snapped. “I have you here.”

“Do it with Yohji then. I’m not available.”

Aya gasped and stepped back, looking at him with a ‘I don’t fucking believe this’ stare. Crawford returned the stare coldly.

“Won’t you do something unless you foresee it, Crawford?” Aya growled.

Another icy gaze and Crawford made to turn and leave. But Aya grabbed him and shoved him back to the wall and Crawford winced when the back of his head hit the brick.

“Well, I don’t care!” Aya’s voice now was one pitch higher. “I want you now. Do I have to beg? Kiss your feet?”

“I want you to just get lost.”

“Fuck off, Crawford!” Aya snarled and grabbed Crawford’s hand again. Crawford tugged it off. “Oh, please, dammit, please? It hurts, Crawford.”

“Not my goddamned business.”

“Just once, just once. I can’t stand it any longer,” Aya’s voice cracked.

“No.”

“Bastard!”

“You know me.”

Aya closed his eyes and took a deep breath, ended up wincing. “Damn!” he hissed. When he opened his eyes, he looked straight into Crawford’s eyes. “Stay here, okay? Just stay there and watch me.”

Crawford gave him his coldest stare once again, then shifted to switch position with Aya. Now Aya leaned on the wall on his back and Crawford stood in front of him, several inches apart.

Aya quickly unzipped his pants and dug his sex out. It was hard and throbbing and covered already in precum and Crawford decided to keep his eyes on Aya’s face. He let Aya put one hand on his shoulder for support as he stroked himself. Aya mewled quietly, drowning in the pleasure he created. He arched against the wall with eyes half closed and lips slightly apart, looking genuinely happy. It was only when he was close enough to orgasm that Crawford stepped forward to kiss him hard to keep any sound from coming out and attract attention. He released Aya when the shock was over and Aya needed to catch his breath.

Still panting, Aya cleaned himself with a handkerchief handed by Crawford and tidied up his pants.

“Tell me,” he said between rasped breaths as he buckled his coat. “If I challenge you into doing something, vision or no vision, will you do it?”

Crawford only stared at him.

Aya chuckled. “What kind of a man are you? You’re not brave enough to do something without your vision.” He laughed quietly but there was a trace of mock in the deep, throaty voice.

Crawford still did not say anything.

“Let’s go on a date,” Aya blurted. He looked up at Crawford, his eyes rolled in a teasing way. “Have you ever dated anyone before, Crawford?” He chuckled again. “I haven’t.”

Crawford finally turned around and walked away.

“Saturday night, nine pm. I’ll wait at the curb of the park,” Aya shouted.

Crawford kept walking.

* * * * * *

Crawford rarely had a second thought. If he had, he rarely gave it a consideration, let alone went along with it. But that Saturday night, he decided that paperworks could wait until the next day and CNN did not come up with anything interesting to tell him.

The night was warm, so he put on a light sweater and jeans, both black. He was a bit amazed that he actually had casual clothes in his dresser. After contemplating for some moments, he opted for ankle boots from Gucci loafers. Without even thinking, he slipped a small revolver inside the left boots. It never hurt to be well-prepared, right?

“Going somewhere, Br~ad?” Schuldig singsonged when Crawford crossed the living room to the door and received a ‘hn’ as an answer. “Shall I wait or…”

Crawford couldn’t be bothered to listen to the complete sentence.

It took fifteen minutes driving to the park. Crawford slowed down as he combed the street, searching for Aya with his eyes. It was nine thirty five already and he expected Aya would not be there anymore, too tired to wait for him.

But Aya was still there, just like he said the other day. He was leaning against the pole of a streetlamp, wearing a white mid-driff and brown leather pants, a jacket slung over his shoulder. Between the top that was not long enough to reach the navel and the pants’ waistband that hung so low around his hips, there was a good display of delicious pale skin over abs as flat as a washboard. Judging how they clung tightly on his body, Crawford suspected that he must have bought them one size smaller. Or, he borrowed them from Omi, although Crawford doubted Omi would keep clothes like that, they looked… slutty, for his own taste.

Crawford opened the passenger door to let Aya in and as he made himself comfortable on the seat, Aya snapped, “It’s not polite to keep your date waiting, you know.”

“You don’t look like a date, you look like a slut,” Crawford snapped back.

Aya arched a bit. “Oh.” He raised an eyebrow. “I was wondering why some people stopped to make some propositions to me.”

Crawford only snorted. “You could’ve put your jacket to a better use.”

“Now, where shall we go? Yohji said that Hell’s Hole is a good place to hang out.”

“Hell’s Hole is like a hell’s hole,” Crawford snapped, adding in his heart that it was a perfect place for the kind of apparel Aya’s wearing but he wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out in that notorious club. Besides, Schuldig and Farfarello could be there. And perhaps Yohji too.

“Oh,” Aya turned to look at Crawford, tilting his head. “Since my knowledge on such clubs is extremely limited, maybe you have other suggestions?”

Crawford knew some clubs, respectable ones. However if he had Aya, in those clothes, tagging along with him to any of those clubs, he would be blacklisted instantly.

But then, there was actually one place. He started his car.

“Where are we going?” asked Aya.

“Somewhere suitable enough for your clothes, yet discreet enough to keep my good image intact.”

Aya scowled but did not question further.

Thirty minutes later, they entered the gate of an office tower. Aya still did not utter any question, nor he changed his icy expression. Crawford flashed a magnetic card he pulled out from his pocket to the guard at the gate and after authentication process that took too long for Crawford’s sense, the guards returned the card to Crawford and let them in. Crawford drove into the highest level of parking building.

“So many cars,” Aya murmured as he got out of the car, putting his jacket on, scanning the area with his eyes.

“You’ll see.” Crawford slammed his door shut.

At the far end of the area, there was an elevator which turned out to operate only when Crawford slid the magnetic card into a small slot at the side. With a ping, the door opened and they stepped into a mirror walled car. As soon as the door closed, the elevator moved up.

“Pretty,” Aya murmured. “How did you know this place?”

“Hirofumi took me here once,” Crawford answered. “And gifted me with a lifetime membership.”

Aya snorted at the mention of a Takatori.

Several seconds riding up in silence, Aya spoke again, “There is no button panel. Does this elevator stop somewhere?”

“Yes, the club.”

“You mean, there will be no other people except us for the time being?”

“Yes.”

Even before Crawford properly closed his lips, Aya already grabbed his hair, tugged him down and pressed his lips on Crawford, his tongue slipping in right away.

Crawford violently shoved him away. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Grinning, Aya wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why, Crawford? We’re on a date. We should be kissing. And you taste so sweet, I can’t help it. I bet you frequent mint candies.”

Crawford grunted. “Look, I only do this to…”

“To prove that you’re brave, Crawford?” Aya teased again, leaning close to Crawford that Crawford could smell the strawberry scent of his shampoo. “I knew already that you’re a brave man.” Aya took the hem of Crawford’s sweater between his fingers, playing with it. “You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

“What is this, Fujimiya? What game are you playing?” Crawford tilted his head, staring at Aya dangerously.

“It’s a date, Crawford,” Aya smirked and tiptoed to kiss Crawford’s again.

The elevator door opened and the sound of someone clearing his throat tore Aya away from Crawford. Aya flashed the bouncer outside the elevator an apologetic smile. “Sorry, can’t help it, he’s so sweet.”

But the bouncer did not even look at him. He nodded to Crawford, “Mr. Crawford, nice to see you again.”

Crawford nodded and dragged Aya into the main room of the club.

The club was not spectacularly big, but very nicely decorated with chrome and glass theme. The dance floor occupied half of the room, with the bar stretched along one wall and DJ’s station another wall. The rest of the floor scattered with small round tables with stools. Because it was Saturday night, the room was pretty packed, half of them were famous faces, locally and internationally. The music was loud, but bearable.

“It’s amazing,” Aya murmured. “But this place looks normal. I wonder why that pervert was interested in this place afterall.”

Crawford knew but he was not interested in telling Aya that upstairs was a BDSM club. The most exclusive, expensive and worst in Japan.

Seeing that Crawford wouldn’t spare him any explanation, Aya only shrugged and followed Crawford to the bar. It was obvious that there was no vacant table for them to sit. Again, the bartender gave Crawford a little smile as he prepared to fix a glass of martini.

“What do you want?” asked Crawford.

“Margaritha,” Aya replied confidently, moving closer to Crawford and hugged his arms tightly. He tiptoed to whisper in Crawford’s ear. “I don’t wanna get too drunk before the night’s over.” He ended the whisper with running the tip of his tongue along Crawford’s earlobe. The bartender’s smile broadened at the scene as he set their drinks on the counter.

“You see, Aya, I have a good image to maintain here.”

“Mmmm, what about keeping your date happy?”

“We’ll get to it later, if I’m still up to it.” Crawford lifted his glass, but before he could taste it, Aya already dipped his finger in the sparkling liquid. He brought the martini drenched finger into his mouth and sucked it lazily.

“Why not now?” he murmured after releasing his finger.

Crawford put the glass back on the counter. “This is silly,” he grunted.

Aya smiled. “I’ll behave,” he said.

“Good.”

The bartender put another glass of martini in front of Crawford. Crawford took it and glanced at Aya. Aya turned to give him a very sexy smile. Crawford scowled, lifting the glass. The moment the rim touched his lips, Aya used his finger to give it a little push. Thus the martini spilled to Crawford’s chin and sweater.

“Fuck!” Crawford cursed, putting the glass on the counter a bit violently. “Goddammit, Aya…”

He stopped in mid-sentence as again, Aya tiptoed and licked the liquid along his chin, his hands slipping under Crawford’s sweater to tease the skin. Crawford shivered at the touch, but his trained brain took over the control back. He shoved Aya’s hands away.

“You taste so good.” This time, Aya leaned so close to whisper that Crawford could feel his breaths across the sensitive skin behind his ear. His brain struggled hard for control, he gripped Aya’s wrist so hard without even realizing it. “Have I told you how much I like doing it with you?”

“A~ya,” Crawford hissed through gritted teeth, holding his breath.

Aya pressed his groin hard against Crawford’s. “Oh yeah, I like you so much.” Aya’s lips brushed along his neck as if unintentionally. “You’re so…” Another sexy smile that caught Crawford’s eyes, he didn’t realize that Aya had started to rock their hips together and his sex slowly responded. “Oh yeah.” Aya closed his eyes.

“Aya, this is not a gay club.”

“Mmmm.” Aya opened his eyes slowly. “Don’t think they care much about it.”

Crawford opened his mouth to protest again, but Aya silenced him with another kiss, soft and sweet but giving sensation no less. In a sudden, all his senses woke up and warmth spread inside him, filling his bloodstream and going down to pool below his belly. He lifted his hand and slipped the fingers in Aya’s hair, originally to tug him off and break the kiss, but ended using the grip to keep Aya’s head in place as he slipped his tongue inside Aya’s mouth.

Like his shampoo, Aya also tasted of strawberry.

It was Aya who broke the kiss. He stared at Crawford with a flicker of soft emotion in his eyes, his kiss-swollen lips set in sweet smile. “Let’s get out of here.” He ran the tip of his tongue along Crawford’s lips, making them tingle. “I so want you inside me.”

Crawford held on what was left of his self control by gripping the edge of the bar counter hard.

“I so want you inside me,” Aya repeated his words, more slowly as his hreath bitched. “I so want you to fill me.” Aya slipped his hands back under Crawford’s sweater, running the tip of his fingers along Crawford’s skin as slowly as his words. “I so love you inside me, make me full, make me happy.”

Crawford sighed when Aya rubbed his nipples with his thumbs, light at first and pressing harder, moving in circles, shredding Crawford’s control in little tiny pieces and his cock stood up at the freedom. Crawford bent down to claim Aya’s mouth and tongue, groping his perky ass tight and gave him the feel of his hardening passion.

Aya was sucking on his tongue greedily when he heard his name called.

“Well, well, well, Crawfie boy, pretty boy you have here.”

He lifted his gaze reluctantly, not wanting to let Aya release him yet. But as he registered the face of the caller in his brain, he softly broke the kiss.

“Nice to see you here, Bruce,” he greeted his fellow American back.

Aya shifted closer to Crawford, although it was not possible since they’re skin to skin already. He gave Bruce an uninterested glance before turning his attention to Crawford’s belt.

Bruce leaned close to Crawford’s ear. He was as tall as Crawford, but bulkier with blond hair chopped short navy style. “Didn’t know you’re into boys as well.”

Crawford scowled. “That’s not something to be broadcasted internationally, I believe.”

Bruce laughed. He turned his attention to Aya. “Hello, my name is Bruce, I’m Crawford’s friend.”

Aya gave him a little smile. Bruce grinned broadly. He looked back at Crawford and whisper in a very low voice, “You guys look so hot. I wonder…”

“No, Bruce, not a chance,” Crawford snapped.

Aya looked at him with a questioning expression.

“Oh, c’mon, I’ll pay for your time,” Bruce went on.

“No.”

“What does he want?” Aya looked up at Crawford.

“Something you can’t handle.”

Aya raised an eyebrow. Bruce grinned at him.

“Look, it will be very discreet. You choose the place and I won’t do any dirty tricks like recording the stuff. I just want to see it. Okay. C’mon, we’re old friends. I’ve seen you, you’ve seen me.”

“What do you want?” Aya finally asked Bruce directly.

Again, Bruce smiled at him. He leaned down to Aya and whispered in his ear, ”I want both of you perform that for me.”

Aya frowned. “That?”

“Yeah, you know…”

“He wants us to have sex in front of him,” Crawford snapped impatiently.

Aya gasped, his eyes widened in disbelief. “But that’s…”

“It’s only between the three of us.”

“I… I don’t think it’s appropriate… I can’t…,” Aya’s voice trailed off.

“I’ll pay you. Both of you. But if Crawford doesn’t want to take the money, you can have his share.”

“This is not about the money.” Again, Aya’s voice trailed off. He slipped his fingers in Crawford’s fingers and squeezed.

“Is five hundred thousand enough?”

Crawford snorted as Aya fell silent. Then Aya laughed. “It’s silly. Why do you want to pay that much to see us? You can buy a whole peepshow with the money.”

“Because it’s Crawfie boy I’m going to see,” Bruce grinned.

“I…” Aya squeezed harder.

“C’mon, it’s just… sex. It’s not like we’ve never had an orgy before.”

Aya looked up at Crawford, who was staring coldly at Bruce, who was grinning at him expectantly. He draped his body around Crawford, murmuring, “I don’t know.”

“I choose the place and if you do any dirty trick, I’ll have your head,” Crawford said. “And keep your hands off of him.”

Bruce saluted. “Anything you say, Crawfie boy.”

They left in Bruce’s limousine, leaving Crawford’s BMW in the club’s parking lot. Bruce had one bodyguard at the passenger seat next to the driver and another car with four bodyguards tailing behind them. Aya sat next to Crawford, facing Bruce, hand squeezing Crawford’s nervously, eyes glancing at Crawford from time to time. Both Americans were having a staring competition, Bruce’s expression victorious, Crawford’s unreadable.

Aya chose a five star hotel and Bruce agreed without batting his eyes. One bodyguard took care the registration procedure as they waited by the elevator, then that bodyguard and other two accompanied them in the elevator ride. They stayed outside the junior diplomatic suite.

When the door was properly closed and they entered the bedroom, Aya tossed his jacket away and pushed Crawford to the bed. He climbed up Crawford’s body, straddling him, sealing his mouth with brutal kiss, hot and wild, gripping Crawford’s hair hard to keep him in place. Crawford retaliated as violently. With some efforts he slipped his hand inside Aya’s pants to touch the cleft between his butts, heart leaped in finding out that beneath the soft leather, there was nothing but Aya’s soft, warm skin. Aya purred happily. He released Crawford’s hair to lift the hem of the sweater up and expose Crawford’s skin, crowned with two tiny pinkish buds.

Crawford was panting helplessly now, so was Aya. Somehow he managed to pull Aya’s head away to catch his breath. Aya attacked his jawline, nibbling gloriously before nipping on his neck. Crawford vaguely saw Bruce sitting on a highbacked chair in the corner of the room, shirtless and panting as hard as he was. He jolted when Aya took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

This was going in slow motion to Crawford. He wanted to get over it quickly, yet Aya took things slowly, torturing every inches of his skin in delight, giving Bruce what it was worth for five hundred thousand yen. The sound of their rasped breaths was heavy in the air, filling the room. After what it felt like eternity when Aya toyed with his bellybutton, he felt his cock danced in joy as Aya kissed his groin. He bent his legs up to a more comfortable position and he did not feel it when Aya slipped one hand inside his boots.

The sound of gun exploded froze Crawford. He swiftly pushed himself up, dumbfounded at the sight of Bruce lay dead at the legs of the chair with a bleeding hole between his eyes. The barrel of the small revolver in Aya’s hand still blew smoke. ~His revolver~.

“Fuck!” he cursed, but Aya already slipped the gun back in his right boot, grabbed his arm, grabbed his jacket and headed towards the bathroom before he could utter some more words.

Aya made him stand near the vanity table. He climbed the table, then took the liberty to step on Crawford’s shoulders to reach the ceiling tile. He tested the tile, gave it a little push and slid it to open up a hole to the plumbing system.

“Let’s go,” Aya hissed as he lifted himself up to the tunnel. Crawford followed suit.

They got down in the emergency exitway just when Crawford thought his lungs would explode for lack of air. They ran down the stairway and escaped through the parking lot. It was only when they reached the street that they slowed down, to catch their breaths and not to catch any attention.

They were passing a dark small alley and Crawford grabbed Aya’s jacket collar and dragged him to the alley. He slammed Aya hard to the wall making sure that that the back of Aya’s head hit the wall as well. Aya winced and growled.

“Don’t take it personally,” Crawford snarled. “Consider it a revenge for using me.”

Aya gave him a victorious grin. “Now you know how it feels to be used like a tool,” he mocked.

Crawford tilted his head, his gaze dangerous.

Aya laughed. “You used me for your vision, I used you for my mission,” he said. “Now we’re even.”

“Oh,” Crawford snorted. “I thought you liked it.”

“Like it?” Aya blurted. “Not in a thousand years, Crawford.”

Aya shrugged Crawford’s hand from his arm and made to leave. He was in his fifth step when he stopped and cursed. When he turned around, he practically threw himself to Crawford, who accepted him gladly.

They kissed wildly, each trying to get the most from the other. Crawford held Aya up and pressed him against the wall, Aya had his arms and legs wrapped around Crawford, tightening them, crotches rubbing together, hard, hot, throbbing, painful.

When Aya broke the kiss, he gaped, “Koneko. “

So to the Koneko they went. No hesitation, no second thought. Besides, it was closer than going back to the club’s parking lot to get the BMW.

Aya dragged Crawford straight to the backroom of the shop, kissing him viciously on the way. The room was so dark, but they couldn’t risk the lamp. Between the dark, lust fogged brains and kisses, Aya found a small flashlight and switched it on. It might not stay for more than one hour tops, but it would be enough. As soon as vision was restored, Crawford pulled Aya’s pants off, confirming his suspicion that Aya did not wear anything beneath.

Crawford broke the kiss to lick his dry lips, then bent down to start the torture with Aya’s nipples. Slicking his fingers with Aya’s precum, he pushed them inside the tight hole between Aya’s ass to prepare him, another hand stroked Aya’s. Aya gasped sharply and flung his legs up Crawford’s shoulders, torn between wanting to shove his hips down to take more of Crawford’s fingers or to thrust into Crawford’s delicious fist.

Crawford let out a deep sigh of relief when he was finally encased in the tight hole. He gave sometime for Aya to calm down before moving, thrusting hard. On the third thrust, Aya ejaculated. He gasped again and cursed but Crawford didn’t stop. Hot seed spurted out with each thrust, accompanied by loud moan each time he brushed across Aya’s sweet spot. When Aya finally orgasmed, he took Crawford with him. The tight ring muscle constricted hard around Crawford, squeezing him, sending him over the edge with a bombing shock.

The flashflight started to dim.

Crawford carefully slid out of Aya’s body after flooding his insides. Aya shifted and pulled his mid-driff over his head. He used it to clean Crawford then his belly as much as possible. Crawford tucked his sated sex back inside his pants and zipped them up.

Aya reached out to cup Crawford’s face in his hands.

“It’s pure luck.” He leaned so close to Crawford that their noses touched, gazing straight into Crawford’s eyes. “It’s pure luck that you did not see it coming. I had everything planned and set but you’re the only one who could get me into that club and you would have your gun. I really wished that you had no visions about it at all, or else the mission would fail. I…” Aya brushed his lips across Crawford’s. “I’m not sorry.”

The flashlight went out.

Not that Crawford cared. As he claimed Aya’s mouth, he worked to unzip his pants again.

* * * * *

~end~