RETURNING THE FAVOUR by clueless_psycho

It was two am and Crawford was pissed off as hell. Not only because he had to spend precious time of his life, from 8 pm the previous day to 2 am now, in a meeting, listening to idiotic rich bastards planning world domination, but also because he kept on having the vision of having sex with Aya playing before his eyes vividly during the meeting, teasing him, mocking him, making him almost growl in frustration. Thus instead of being all ears in the meeting, he was busy trying to find a way to walk around the vision, to avoid it. There was no way he was going to ask Abyssinian to have sex with him the second time. Besides, he didn’t think Aya would still buy the ‘I foresee us having sex’ reason. Aya would think he was being used, which he was, for the sake of Crawford’s vision.

His mind was still pre-occupied with his thoughts that he didn’t see it coming. Someone bumped him hard and toppled him to the hard concrete floor of the basement parking area. Totally angry now, Crawford shoved the person forcefully away from his body.

“Schwarz!” The voice was rather familiar in Crawford’s ears, although hissed through gritted teeth.

Crawford frowned as he stared into a pair of violet eyes.

He was too startled to bump into Abyssinian in this place that he didn’t notice a glint flashing for one second across Aya’s eyes.

Aya quickly got up, grabbed Crawford’s arm and before Crawford even managed to stand up, the redhead already dragged him towards the darkened wall. “Shit, Aya, what the…”

“Sssshhh, give me a little help,” Aya hissed again and tossed Crawford rather violently to the wall. Crawford cursed but he frowned when Aya fell on his knees and pressed his face on Crawford’s groin.

“Abyssinian,” now Crawford gritted his teeth.

“They’re chasing me, okay,” Aya said in muffled voice. “They’re too many and I don’t have my katana. So, I need you to act, cover up for me.”

Now that Aya had said it, Crawford heard sound of footsteps hitting the concrete floor rapidly. He darted his gaze to the source of the sound and saw shadows for several people running towards their direction. He could see from the silhouettes that they were heavily built and from the way they moved that they were the persistent type.

He sighed. If he didn’t need the Abyssinian of Weiss alive, he would love to turn him in to his chasers.

“At least make it more convincing,” he snarled. “Lose the coat.”

Aya quickly shrugged his coat and once it was a pile on the floor, Crawford kicked it away. He maneuvered their position, so now he was facing the wall, bracing with his elbows, his dark long coat covering Abyssinian completely.

Aya pulled his face back for some air, and words, “Do something.”

“What thing?”

“Whatever. Groan, moan, I don’t know, make it more convincing.”

Crawford cursed. But as he sensed the chasers were getting nearer, he cleared his throat and made some erotic sounds.

He shrieked when Aya suddenly tugged the zipper of his pants down. “Fuck! What the hell are you doing?”

“You don’t sound convincing, I’ll help you,” Aya used his hand to roam inside Crawford’s pants.

“Geez, for goodness’ sake…”

“Just cut the crap, okay? It’s not like we’ve never slept together before,” Aya hooked the waistband of Crawford’s briefs down with his finger, releasing his cock.

Crawford groaned sharply. Partly because he sensed the chasers were getting nearer and partly because Aya engulfed him whole in his mouth. Crawford grabbed a handful of Aya’s hair but instead of pulling Aya’s head away from his crotch, he pressed Aya closer.

Damnit, damnit, damnit. Being inside his ass was a bliss, but this is, this is heaven. Aya’s mouth was warm and nice and wet, his tongue thick and velvety and it was apparent that he knew what he had to do. Crawford didn’t hold back anymore, more and more groans escaped his lips as Aya worked on his erection, swirling tongue around the head, lapping along the whole length, sucking and teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. As much as Crawford tried to keep himself in control, his body betrayed him by way of his breath coming in shorter and shorter raps and his muscle tensed up at the same time a tingling feeling spread all over his skin. Soon he focused more getting the most of Aya’s hidden talent than putting a perfect act.

Some of the chasers stopped and stared at his back. They cursed and laughed aloud and made insulting comments, but they went on when they didn’t see their prey, just as Crawford thought his throat was going to rip from making too many incoherent sounds.

Oh yes, just a little bit more… he vaguely heard footsteps moving away from them.

Aya pulled his erection out of his mouth and it took sheer effort in Crawford not to growl for losing the faboulous contact. “They’re gone,” he murmured and pushed a startled looking Crawford away. He made to get up. “Thanks.”

Crawford pushed him back to the wall, pressing him hard with both hands. “Finish it.”

Now that their eyes were almost on the same level, Aya shot him a deadly glare. “Forget it. You don’t think I will have you come inside my mouth, do you?”

Crawford returned the gaze as hard, ignoring the way his cock twitching and throbbing. Damn, he was so hard, his erection would push through the fabric of his pants if it didn’t get released. “I don’t care where I should come, just finish it.”

“No way. I have to meet Yohji in fifteen minutes,” Aya shifted his shoulders to free himself from Crawford.

“I don’t think he’d mind an extra time. You can always tell him that you get sidetracked.”

“What is it, Crawford? Another vision of us having sex? Fuck your vision!”

“You started it, you finish it.”

“Why don’t you just wank youself? I have a mission to finish.”

Crawford tilted his head, his glasses glinted dangerously. “I have you here, why should I wank myself? Besides, it’s not like we’ve never slept together before.”

Aya snarled. “Make it quick,” he said, already walking towards the nearest car, which was a dark blue sedan.

He quickly unbuttoned his belt and his pants, shoved them down far enough to give Crawford sufficient access, then he bent over the machine hood, putting the side of his face on the cold metal. Behind him, Crawford slipped his fingers and he jerked up a bit at the touch.

“Don’t suppose you carry lube around, do you?” Crawford asked as he rubbed his fingers along the tight ring muscle.

“Nnnn, what do you think I am? Horny bunny?”

“Didn’t your playboy teammate teach you something?”

“Didn’t your telepath tweak your brain?”

Crawford slid two fingers inside his mouth, sucking them, wetting them, then sent them back to the task of preparing Aya. Aya hn-ed and eh-ed and oh-ed, but the resistance fell eventually. Crawford sighed his relief, he couldn’t barely stand his own erection any longer. He was weeping so much that he could use it to slick his cock thoroughly. With hands gripping Aya’s hips hard, he pressed forward in one go, drawing a loud shriek from Aya. It felt so damn good and they didn’t have all day, so Crawford moved right away, slowly at first and when he felt Aya was calmer, he increased the pace and the depth. Not finding anything to hold onto, Aya balled his fists, tightening them in time with the pace and his whimpers. Crawford let himself fall into the swirl of the pleasure, almost forgetting about Aya’s if the redhead didn’t suddenly shift his hips upwards a bit. Understanding the pleading, Crawford slipped one hand between Aya’s body and the car hood to stroke Aya’s sex.

Now Crawford was thrusting and stroking fast and hard, and he did not stop until both got their releases, Crawford inside Aya’s body, Aya in Crawford’s fingers, some of his seed trickled down the car hood. Crawford almost fell on Aya, if he didn’t catch himself quick enough and brace his arms. Aya lied weakly on the hood, calming down an aftershock, spent and sated.

When he had finished spurting his semen, Crawford pulled out carefully. He withdrew a handkerchief from his jacket breastpocket and cleaned them both and the carhood as best as he could before tugging his cock back in his pants. Aya quickly straightened his clothes and went to fetch his coat from the floor.

Then, without as much as a goodbye, he disappeared in the darkness.

Crawford sighed, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose, and walked to his car.

He was definitely not looking forward to the third time.

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