VISION
OF YOU by clueless_psycho
There were certain visions that
Crawford did not like. Like the one he had now. But he could not choose what
visions he could have or could not. What he could do was twisting it,
to change the result. Which he did
most of the time because that was he was paid for. Sometimes he could not do it, no
matter how hard he tried to walk around it. When that happened, he just had to
deal with it. And with this vision, he decided
that it was best to deal with it as quickly as possible to stop it from
lingering in his eyes one more time. * * * Crawford decided to take the chance
the day Aya had to do deliveries. He
parked his car in front of the last building Aya had to visit, an apartment
building in a quiet area. Five minutes
later, he saw Aya emerge from the building and he got out to face a surprised
looking Aya when the Abyssinian saw him. “Crawford,” Aya hissed, switching
his body posture into a full alert mode. “Fujimiya,” Crawford mimicked,
leaning on his car, arms crossed loosely over his chest, a little smile
tugged at the corner of his lips. That earned him a puzzled glare
from a pair of amethyst eyes. Since he did not see himself being
beheaded by Aya, with or without his katana, Crawford continued, “I’d like to
sleep with you.” That earned him a frown and a
deadly glare. But the puzzled
expression was still there, although faintly. “Shi-ne,” Aya murmured and walked past him towards the
flower shop delivery van. “No,” Crawford followed him. “Look, this might sound insane to you, but
listen to me. I have a vision which
has been going on for weeks now. I
see you and me in bed together.” “Doing what?” Aya snapped without
turning around. “Having sex.” Aya crossed arms around his chest
as if to stop his shoulder from trembling.
“You’re only imagining things.” “Unfortunately, I know which ones
are visions and which ones are imaginations.
What I have is a vision.” “And you think it’s going to happen
now?” “Maybe. If you say ‘yes’.” The Abyssinian turned around to
face him with a frown. He tilted his
head with his eyebrows meet in the middle, however after several seconds of
what looked like contemplating, he said,
“And if I say ‘yes’ and we have sex, the vision will disappear because
then it will have already happened?” “Maybe,” Crawford answered shortly. Aya’s frown deepened as his frown
returned with a glare now. “Ch.” Aya
snorted. But then continued, “Okay.” If Crawford smiled again, that was
because he had not expected that it was so easy to persuade Aya. As to why, he felt that couldn’t be
bothered. Aya contacted Omi to inform him
that all deliveries were done but he wouldn’t be back anytime soon and that
they should not wait up for him. As
he slipped the cellphone back inside the pocket, he said, “Oh, and you knew
already that we have no mission tonight, right, so you can make the
proposal?” Crawford only shrugged. They went in their own cars to a
small traditional inn at the outskirt of the city. There was no way Crawford would let himself get caught
redhanded entering and exiting a love hotel with a certain redhead. He would rather go to the Grand Hyatt, but
this was not something that worthed the effort. So he would bed Abyssinian, so what? It was not like he was in love with him, right? Hell, he did not even interested in Aya
other than to kill him. Once they were within the safety of
the room, they undressed quietly and methodically by themselves. Aya had his back on him and Crawford’s
only thought was how odd was the situation right now. Under different circumstances, there was
no way Abyssinian of Weiss would have his back on him. It was just a silly, to open his defence
like that. Aya folded his clothes neatly and
piled them up next to the futon and Crawford hung his in a small cabinet next
to the door. Now that he’d seen every
inch of Aya’s skin, Crawford still did not find himself attracted to
him. Another thing he found odd. Even with prostitutes, he had to feel an
attraction, although slightly. Naked like a baby now, Aya was the
first to lower himself on the futon.
He lied on his back, legs bent up and spread apart slightly, exposed
from head to toe, hand on his sex, stroking slowly. For a moment, Crawford only watched, standing up with his arms
crossed his chest loosely, a tube of lube in one hand. He could tell that Aya was pretty
sensitive, by the way his cock came to life very easily after only several
strokes. Aya darted his tongue out to lick
his lips before burying his teeth in his lower lips, trying to stop any
shameful sound he might produce from escaping his throat. His amethyst eyes had grown darkened with
desire, half closed with heavy lid.
For a moment Crawford thought that Aya should’ve had better control,
he shouldn’t have given up too easily to physical arousal like that. But then, they were just going to have
sex, they were not in a battle and perhaps Aya thought that it was best to
get it over with quickly. Just as his
opinion was. “Need help with that?” the question
slipped Aya’s lips when he parted them to suck on some more air. Crawford looked down. He was not hard, yet. “Not really,” he shook his head, unfolded
his arms and lowered himself. He put
the tube next to the futon. Aya already pushed himself up to
sitting position, freeing his erection, weeping thick and sticky now. “Let me,” his voice was a husky whisper. Crawford stared at the heavy lidded
eyes for a while, then said, ”Okay,” as he moved to lie next to Aya. No sooner as his back met the futon
that Aya climbed up to sit on his right thigh, the head of their erection
touched. It gave Crawford a ticklish
feeling. Crawford shifted his left
legs a bit to give more room for Aya’s legs and hands. He put the lube next to him, within easy
reach. Crawford managed not to gasp when
Aya started to work on him, his palm rough, calloused from handling
sword. Although Crawford did not
expect it, he could tell that Aya knew how to handle another long thing as
well. He relaxed himself, enjoying
the sweet friction that triggered shivers all over his body. “Second thought?” Crawford asked
when he noticed that Aya had his eyes fixated on his growing length. It started to look monstrous, jutting out
next to Aya’s smaller one. Aya shook his head, teeth digging
into his lower lip. He was panting
slightly. “Need help with this?” Crawford
made his fingertips touch Aya’s cock. Again, Aya shook his head. “How do you want it?” Crawford
asked after he felt himself ready enough. Aya used his free hand to brush
away the bangs that fell on his face.
“Hands and knees,” he replied. Ah, so he doesn’t really want to
see his enemy’s face when he is being fucked, Crawford thought, trying now to
scowl. Good sense. Aya shifted to his side, arranged
himself on his hands and knees, head on the pillow. Crawford slicked his fingers with lube and slipped one into the
cleft between Aya’s butt. A small
gasp from Aya told him that the redhead liked it. The gasp turned into soft moans as Crawford moved his finger in
and out, setting a rhythm to relax the tight ring muscle. A second finger slipping in and
Aya’s ready to take him. A sharp groan escaped Aya’s lips when Crawford
thrust in one stroke. Aya gripped the
pillow tightly for support as he calmed down from the shock of penetration. Crawford stopped for a moment, giving Aya
sometime to get used to his cock, giving himself sometime to clear his mind
which suddenly went blank the moment his cock entered the tight and hot
cavern that belonged to Abyssinian. His
hand went on auto-pilot when he touched the small of Aya’s back and rubbed it
gently to soothe him, also an attempt to restrain his cock from getting too
excited. Which was impossible because
of the delicious tightness and exquisite heat constricted around him. He focused on Aya’s skin instead and had
to admit that he was a bit surprised to find Aya’s skin so smooth and
silky. He had bedded lots of Japanese
before, but none had skin like this. “Move,” he heard Aya’s muffled,
almost unaudible voice. “Move now.” “Tell me if it hurts,” Crawford
said, taking a good grip on both of Aya’s hips, feeling that at least he had
to be a bit concerned. Afterall, he
always gave the warning to whoever he had bedded before. “Just. Move,” Aya gritted his
teeth. So Crawford moved, slowly at first
but enough to make Aya jolt and shove his hips down to impale himself more on
Crawford’s cock, as if he could go down any further. A soft moan that came with the movement
told Crawford that he must have hit the sweet spot right away. Couldn’t help it, since his cock was so
big, it filled the crack entirely. After that, they moved together,
Crawford riding Aya hard, Aya setting the pace, moaning and whimpering and
writhing, Crawford panting heavily, refusing to groan, too stubborn to give
up to his enemy. Still holding Aya with one hand,
Crawford slipped another beneath Aya’s body to take the redhead’s cock
between his fingers. As he had
expected it, Aya’s size was just right in his fist, not too big but hard like
a rock, at the same time silky and warm and sticky wet. Aya hissed which Crawford took as an
encouragement and began pumping him gently in the same rhythm with his
thrust. The way Aya’s body tensed
beneath him was too delicious to ignore. It did not take them long to send
themselves over the edge, neither wanted it to take longer than
necessary. Aya came first with a
muffled cry, burying his face in the pillow, his hot seed spurting into
Crawford’s fingers. As his muscle
tightened around Crawford’s cock, giving space to nothing in between, not even
a layer of air, Crawford climaxed too, grunting quietly, his vision whited
out. Crawford kept his cock inside
Aya for some time longer, letting his own seed flooding inside Aya’s body,
which seemed like forever. Once Crawford was out of body, Aya
shifted his position and lied on his side, puling the quilt to cover him up
to the chin. He looked drowsy, his
eyes were heavily lidded. “If you
don’t mind, I’d like to sleep for a while,” he murmured. “By all means,” Crawford replied,
settling himself next to his enemy.
“The room has been paid for, no sense in wasting it.” As Crawford stared into the
ceiling, he realized that what had just happened was not quite like what he
saw. What he saw was he was fucking
Aya face to face, chest to chest. He darted his gaze to the mop of
red hair above the blanket. Hell, he
shrugged. Maybe I’ll do it
again. If I still feel up to it. * * * ~end~ |