Author's Note: Now don't scream too loud people, but this is a Crawford over Aya, cute little yaoi story with some really bad humor in it. But if you can stand it, and if you like that sorta thing ^.~ then go ahead. But I warned you. *is taken back to her cell*
Aya had gotten the call at ... about three in the morning. Now most people are not morning people, but this could frazzle anyone's fur just a bit. And if that wasn't enough, the call had been anonymous too. And I quote: "An extremely urgent matter. I advise you to come right away." Click. Dead line.
For a moment Aya had laid there with the phone inches away, staring at it. He could ignore it. He thought as he hung up the receiver. After all, it wasn't like he had been offered money or anythi .... *RIIIIING!*
Not even blinking, Aya picked it up to hear, "There's a half of what I make in it for you."
Click. Aya's turn to hang up in the others ear. Sparing no time as he collected his jacket and sword. ???? Oops, forgot one important thing. Pants ....
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The red head made it to where he had been told on the first call. A dock, a small storage shack with a single light on inside. He made his way over to it. He had his sword, and his wit and his dead ass eyes matched by the equally deadly reputation. -_-;;;; Ok enough praising for Aya. No matter how tough he is, *shakes head, making a tisking sound* he still should have known better.
Inside the shack a man in a suit waited patiently by the window, hands behind back. A curving smiling, slanting eyes .... goofy giggling. This is why the bad guys don't do cuteness or the lovey-dovey thing. They suck at it.
Aya went to try the doors handle, but he wasn't even given time enough to turn it. From above him, over the top of the shack a figure jumped for him. It didn't take the WeiB assassin long to take the man out. Leaving him to bleed on the old wood dock. The door to the shake opened.
"Well done." Clapping. Aya was, indubitably shocked then angered to see who it was. Crawford stood in the doorway, finished clapping now arms crossed, smirking. You're not surprised, are you?
"You!" Aya rushed at him. Crawford dodged the first two slashes. "I should have know."
The older man smiled at him even more, eyes all to proud. "Yes. You should have. But, you didn't. All part of my plan and one of my many advantages." They had stopped now, facing each other in expert stances. Aya had led the battles dance with the savage strokes of his sword, yet Crawford had come out on top again.
Unknowingly, Aya was now only a step or two away from the shacks door way, just like Crawford had wanted. Hooray for him. *rolls eyes* Yes, yes I am jealous.
Crawford saw it before the thought to do it even crossed Aya's mind. Dodging, yet again, a potentially fatal strike Crawford rushed into Aya's center chest hard. Knocking the young man into the small room.
He stumbled rather gracefully, managing not to fall onto the small, twin bed behind him. Instead trying to brace for the next attack. Of which came too soon. Next thing he knew he was on his back on the bed. Katana still gripped in his hands that were now above his head -not willing to let go just yet- pinned by both of Crawford's broad hands.
"Drop it!" The Schwarz got a shake of the head and thin stubborn eyes as a reply. "I said," reaching down with one hand, the other strong on the boys wrists, and found that place we all know all too well. But there came Aya's surprised gasp. His Katana dropped with the sound of steel on wood. Well, that's what it was.
Violet eyes stood wide for a second, letting a sigh escape as the hand was lifted away. He turned just his wide eyes, still freaked as hell, on the other man. Mouth slightly parted. That would be more surprise.
It was just too good to pass up. Crawford thought as he smiled at the pure shock. *and snap! his face cracks from all that smiling* In one fluid movement the American had full pale lips captured with his. Oh, did I mention that Crawford doesn't have his glasses on at this point? Yeah, they kinda magically vanished when he jumped Aya's bones. Anyway. Silky lips and tongues moved together, even though muffled sounds of protest could be her from Aya. He seemed to be participating rather well.
*Ken hits Nettie, Nettie shoots Ken. On with the story.* ^_-
Strong hips moved roughly against Aya just a tad, then stopped. The kiss halted as Crawford drew back. Brown eyes glittering behind the few falls of black hair. Aya swallowed a bit looking with his -still very hard- eyes up at his captor. Brows meeting. Crawford still smiled.
"Don't worry," he reassured. "I'm not finished yet."
Surprisingly -I keep using that word- Aya asked, "Why are you doing this?"
Crawford looked down at the boy, 'How cute.' He thought. Why? I don't know, he just did. "Because.." he trailed off. Using his free hand to undo Aya's coat. Careful not to give his legs enough space. Not that he would do anything. Not now. *wicked laughter*
"You have to have a reason for this. You always have a reason for whatever you do. You're just that kind of man."
Crawford smiled. 'Now he's reading me. Now that's cute.' He spoke up as a form fitting black shirt was reveled to him. "You helped me finish off that target, just paying you you're reward. Besides, I'm horny. Now shut up." Mouth to hot skin. O.o Eek, I didn't write that, did I?!!!!! *crokes before she even hits the ground* No! It's ok. Get up, girl. Great, now I'm talking to myself.
Black cloth pushed up had given Crawford a lovely view and palette screaming to be used. Stomach, breast bone, pecks ..... nipples. Heh heh, right now he was only on the taunt stomach, covering as much space as he could with sloppy kisses. The most arousing fact right about now was that Aya wasn't resisting as much as he could. That thought made him even harder against Aya's inner thigh.
Liquid purple eyes were covered for a moment as Aya moved his hips and legs slightly. Trying to get that one member to touch his.
In his abandonment Aya was not prepared for the warmth and wetness that claimed his left nipple. Opening his eyes in a flash and arching upward. "Ahhh, god!"
The mouth stopped so the owner could both smile and breath. Licking his lips a bit.
Aya was starring at the ceiling as he said the next. "If you stop now, I'll kill you."
On his way back down Crawford gave a short laugh that came in a burst of air and sound against Aya's nipple. And as he worked that rosy peek yet some more, that free hand of his moved down slowly stroking hip and leg, then doing a U-turn and found the fasten. Freedom touched him in a cool airy brush that kissed him like white feathers. Uh, that would be relief. ^^
Crawford, using that free hand found his rapidly heating member and showed it the world at large. All this time he'd been licking long lines on Aya's chest. Taking a moment to undo his own pants he looked up into those, still so hard, eyes ass he gently placed the their two cocks together.
Aya was unable to not make the sound that rushed out his lips and into Crawford's mouth. Looking at the tall dark man Aya shook his head slightly. "Americans."
That made Crawford smile in an almost genuine way. *shudder*
They began to move against each other. Rubbing the warm silky skins of both erections together. Things began to happen. Making them moan into each other's mouths. Sparks of blue electricity spat behind their eyes. And that wasn't even the finishing trumpet. Oh, I'm so sly with the remarks tonight. *rolls eyes*
"Ahh-uhhhhhnnn" Crawford nipped at Aya's nipple again while pressing the thumb of the oh-so popular free hand into the other nipple. The sounds Aya was making were indiscernible as hell. But Crawford knew he was loving it.
Being too stubborn to voice his excitement, like Crawford did as they came. Aya turned out making an even stranger noise than that first one. All tight lips and firmly shut eyes. Crawford watched him as he made all the noise he pleased. Moaning loudly with open mouth.
They seemed to relax, bit by slightly, shinny, sweaty bit. And plop. There Crawford lay on top of Aya, his restraining hand merely just resting in there place now.
It took Crawford a few small seconds until he could stand up. Looking down at those hard eyes, this time with a slight watery glaze now. Aya had a little bit of a mess on him, but, damned if Crawford didn't have a spec on him. Fate has a sick sense of humor.
As he smiled, AGAIN, the Schwarz leader looked down to fasten his pants. And looked up to see Aya already fastened and just picking up his sword. That smile of Crawford's turned into a smirk. "Uhp! That's my cue to leave." Dodging his way out the door and around the corner.
Aya lowered his weapon. He knew better than to try and go after him. He had walked into enough traps for one night ... err morning. It's five already. *groan*
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Meanwhile ... or ... later that morning at Schwarz headquarters. *some old cartoon villain music plays in background until Nettie shoots tape player* Schulderich/Schuldig stands next to Crawford, who's sitting in a chair looking way too pleased, and shakes his head. "You did it, didn't you?" Making a disgusted sound and turned, walking away. Then came back again. Pointing a very firm finger at his leader. "You're sick, you know that don't you?"
Crawford smiled even more evilly than all the other times that morning and nodded.
Point, point. "Sick! I say."
Totally done and sedated for another night. *sigh*