Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Conflicting Interests ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Conflicting Interests Chapter 2

By Tsuki no Kurai

Rating: R

Disclaimer : Everyone belongs to their rightful owners... So no suing I'm a broke student and can't afford to pay off people. This story includes male/male relationships. If that offends you, you can click your back button and proceed to a story more to your liking. Again this is a slash story. Flames about the characters orientation or the story will be laughed at and mocked because you were warned.

Extra special thanks to FafarellosAya from Media miner who helped to write several scenes in this story. And for keeping me on track and threatening me for scenes to come since she claims that I like to leave people waiting…. Check out her fic's! Also known as Eva McGregor on ff.net.

 

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It had only been a day since the red head had come to his office and he could not stop thinking about Abyssinian. How he would like to see what else he could do to the younger man. He liked kissing the younger man and making him lose control. He would have Abyssinian of Weiss. He would show him what it meant to truly loose control to another person. He was curious to find out if the boy was a virgin or not. The way that Aya had reacted sure pointed to the fact that no one had had the boy before. This made the entire thing sweeter.

Bradley Crawford grinned as he waited. Aya was due to arrive soon and he was curious to how the redhead was going to act. He had a vision of the red head naked and writhing under him, hot with want and lust. The boy was begging to be dominated. He would make it happen, he would make Aya scream with need.

The office was closed. Many on the floor had taken an early day and he had sent Mary home early as well. There was no one to interrupt his enjoyment of the younger man. Besides the room was sound proof at the touch of a button. He would see how loud he could make Abyssinian scream. He had enjoyed their kisses and the touches he gave him. He would see what other noises he could make the younger man make.

 

Aya's talk with Yohji the previous day did not help with what he had to do today. He didn't want to face the man that had given him such passionate kisses a few days ago. He didn't want to think just why he dreamed of Crawford the other night. Yohji telling him that it was alright if he liked another man… Yohji's confession that he himself liked men… Aya didn't think his brain could handle anything else right now. He was on overload as it was.

Aya glared at the address in hand. He had to deliver the flowers in person. It was requested that he delivered the order in person. He had to show up in person he had no choice. Omi had taken the order and when the request was heard he told Aya he had to do it. It was good for business. He didn't want to tell the others that the reason that he didn't want to deliver the flowers was because he didn't want Crawford to molest him again. At least that was what he told himself. He didn't want the older man to touch him like that. No one had touched him like that before.

He couldn't really take his Katana with him. The others would want to know why he was taking his weapon on a simple delivery and he would have to tell them that the address was Crawford's office. If he told his friends where Crawford was he would have to tell them that Crawford molested him. For the life of him he could not figure out why he didn't tell the others where Crawford was.

`Because a child needs their father.'

Calming his thought he made his way to the elevator and waited as it made its long ascend. He waited as the elevator rose trying hard not to think how he would like the older man to touch him. Cheeks pink he got of the elevator and headed to Crawford's office. He did not notice that there was a lack of people in the building due to his wandering mind.

Entering the office he had hoped that the secretary would be there at least. Maybe if she was there Crawford would not do anything to him. His heart leapt when he did not see her in the office and the door to Crawford's office was wide open. Steeling his nerves he went in.

“Delivery!” Aya called out. If he didn't enter Crawford's office Crawford could not molest him.

“Come in.” Crawford's voice came.

Aya cursed under his breath. He didn't want to be near Crawford. He didn't want to think what the man could do to him. He walked trying to keep his attention on where the other man was. He would get in and out of the office as quick as he could. He would not allow Crawford to play with him again. As he came in he heard the door close and the lock slide into place again.

“You can leave them on the table there.” Crawford smiled and pointed to the coffee table off to the side where a couch was. He could see how taunt Aya's body was. He wondered what it would take to unwind him. He watched Aya stoop to place the flowers on the table and got a nice view of a fine tight ass wrapped in denim.

Crawford grinned and advanced on Aya. Sensing that there was someone behind him Aya stood upright and spun around. Seeing that Crawford was coming too close he backed away from the other man. He squeaked when his back hit the wall and Crawford placed a hand on either side of his head.

Crawford's grin widened when Aya started to pant and redness crept onto his cheeks. He moved one hand and stroked Aya's face from ear to chin. “So lovely Kitten.”

Aya fought a moan as the hand continued lower along his body. “Don't….”

“Don't what Kitten? Don't you like this?” Crawford asked, his wandering hand caressing Aya in known pleasure spots. His hand settled between Aya's legs. He grinned when Aya arched into him and moaned. He watched Aya's head fall back and his lower lip worried between his teeth. It was an arousing sight. “Kitten you are lovely like this.”

Aya made a noise in the back of his throat as Crawford rubbed their bodies. Crawford's hand slipped down to Aya's pants and popped the button and slid his hand in, wrapping his fingers around him. Aya made a shocked noise and tried to push Crawford away from his body.

Crawford grinned. Aya was thrusting his body into his hand. He enjoyed watching Aya's face flush and listened to the sounds that the younger man made. He felt Aya's hands grip his shoulders hard and his head fall back. That tender neck was presented to him and he couldn't resist tasting him.

Aya came quicker then Crawford would have guessed but then again the boy was a virgin… Aya panted against the wall as Crawford pulled his hand from Aya's pants. He brought his hand to his lips and licked his finger. “Delicious Kitten.”

Aya's eyes widened and he shoved Crawford away from his body. He could not believe that he allowed his enemy to do that to him. Crawford had touched him like no other had. He could feel his already flushed skin redden more. “Get away from me!”

Crawford noticed the raised voice that Aya took on. He was concerned when it looked like Aya was hyperventilating. His kitten's eyes had glazed while he was trying to suck in air and shove him away. He was startled when Aya's eyes rolled back and the redhead fainted. Catching him in his arms Crawford carried Aya over to the couch. Aya's breathing evened out and Crawford watched him. He buttoned up the redheads pants and moved to his bathroom. Washing his hands he took the towel and soaked it with cold water and made his way back to where Aya was sleeping. Aya was cute when he was sleeping. Aya was sweet and quiet when he was asleep. He was bearable when he was sleeping.

Gently he dabbed the towel against Aya's forehead. He wanted to know what had happened to the kitten that made him so skittish and made him hyperventilate like he had. Aya was his Kitten. He wanted to know who touched his kitten so he could find them and kill them. Aya was his; no one touched what was his.

Before Crawford was an enigma. Aya was known as the cold leader of Weiss and the man that was sleeping before him was as skittish as a frightened animal. He wanted to know all about the boy before him. What made him tick, what he liked to eat, liked to read and every other little detail down to what Shampoo he used in his hair. Most of all he would like to see the redhead in a pleasured state under him.

 

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It was sometime before Crawford saw Aya's eyes flutter open. The violet eyes were unfocused and a small moan escaped Aya's pale lips. Crawford brought his hand to the redhead's face and stroked his cheek. Of all the things that he could have Seen he certainly didn't see Aya's teeth sinking into his hand and the redhead trying to flee. Recovering from the shock of Aya biting him he caught the redhead that was trying to take flight.

“Let me go!” Aya cried.

“Kitten, what is wrong.” Crawford whispered in Aya's ear.

“Let me go!” Aya tried struggling free from the tight grip around his waist.

Crawford didn't know what to with the sobbing boy. He shifted Aya so the boy would be more comfortable sitting on his lap. Crawford felt Aya's long slender fingers dig into his shoulders as Aya tucked his head under his chin and sobbed to be released. Calmly holding the redhead to him Crawford stroked the redhead's back in a circular motion trying to calm his sobbing kitten.

“Calm down Kitten.” Crawford whispered into Aya's hair. “Shush now.”

It took several minutes for Aya's tears to stop. “Let me go please.” He begged.

Crawford wondered if Aya realized that he was not holding him to him but Aya was clinging to him. Stroking Aya's back soothingly he whispered calming words into the delicate ear. Aya's breathing evened out and calmed.

“That's it Kitten. Breath.” Crawford instructed.

Aya calmed down wrapped in Crawford's arms. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment managing to get his footing he stood on shaky legs. Aya couldn't speak but turned and made his way to the door in a rush.

Crawford watched the redhead move away and sighed. Aya was struggling with the lock when he gently turned the redhead. “Who hurt you?”

Aya trembled. “No one.”

Brushing the hair that had fallen in Aya's face softly he spoke to the redhead. “Tell me who hurt you.”

“No one.” Aya whispered closing his eyes.

Gently Crawford made Aya look at him, red puffy violet eyes looked at him. “Tell me.”

Aya broke finally, his eyes slid closed and tears ran down his cheeks once more. “My-my uncle…”

“What did he do to you?” Crawford asked gently. His heart was breaking. Abyssinian may have at one point been the enemy, but Aya was not. No longer being a part of Esset meant he no longer fought the redhead and his friends. Aya slid down the wall with Crawford following. Aya crawled back into Crawford's lap and clung to the older man and let him sooth him.

 

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Aya's tears fell feely as he clutched onto Crawford and cried. He was sure that no one knew about what had happened to him when he was younger. He could never make himself tell what had happened. He didn't understand why he liked Crawford's touch; he didn't understand why it was so different to him. His parents had told him that sex was a bad thing. That only the wicked had sex. He didn't want to admit that he liked what Crawford was making him feel.

He trembled against the strong body.

“Did he touch you?” Crawford asked the trembling body. Aya was curled into his body and still crying. He couldn't believe that someone had made this strong fighter that he knew so afraid. He had not seen Aya so scared in all the time that he had known the boy. “Did he hurt you?” he repeated.

Aya didn't respond but burry his face further into Crawford's chest.

Crawford didn't really want to ask the next question that was on his mind. “Did he rape you?”

Aya answered the question when he burrowed further into Crawford.

Crawford growled deep back of his throat. Aya trembled and Crawford calmed himself before he frightened the boy more. Smoothing his hair and rubbing his back gently Aya calmed. “How long ago?”

“E-eight years.” Aya whispered.

Crawford sighed. “You were only 16.”

“T-ten.” Aya whispered, shaking his head. “I was ten.”

Crawford's heart broke. Aya was only eighteen; he was really just a child. The boy clung to him and had at least stopped crying. “Shush now Kitten. It's ok.”

Aya trembled against the older man.

“That's not all of it is it Kitten.” Crawford asked. “What are you not telling me?”

“I-I was f-five when he started.” Aya whispered. “He touched me when I was five.”

“Kitten-” Crawford held Aya's body close. “Kitten, tell me how old you are.”

“I-I'm eighteen.” Aya whispered; his body tensing. “P-please don't tell anyone.”

“You don't have to worry Kitten.” Crawford whispered as he tipped Aya's head up and pressed a kiss to the redhead's forehead. Aya moved his head and pressed his lips to Crawford's.

Crawford wanted to kiss Aya, he really did. But right now was not the time to take advantage of the boy. Breaking the kiss was hard with the little whimper Aya made but he had to. Aya was vulnerable. He could not take advantage of the boy. “No Kitten. I won't do this now.”

Aya's eyes formed tears. What did it say about him if his enemy didn't want to take advantage of him?

“No Kitten. If you want this come back when you have your thoughts together. I won't do this when you are like this.” Crawford said, helping Aya rise to his feet. Stroking the red locks Crawford unlocked the door. He couldn't keep Aya here when the poor boy was frazzled like that. He was afraid he might do worse to the boy but he was clinging to him… “Go Kitten. Come back when you are together.”

“I- I don't want to.” Aya whispered clinging to Crawford's front. “Please don't make me leave.”

Crawford knew then that if the boy left it would do more damage then good. He really didn't want Aya leaving. Wrapping an arm around redhead Crawford led him to the couch. “Alright Kitten. Sit there. I'm going to get you something to drink ok?”

Crawford waited until Aya nodded and then he made sure that he was still in the red heads sight. Going to the small fridge that was in the office he retrieved a few bottles of water. He needed to get Aya to drink something. Opening one of the bottles he sat back down and handed the open bottle to Aya while he placed the rest on the floor. “Here Kitten drink this.”

Aya snatched the bottle and drank half the contents in on swig. Crawford watched amused and settled against the side next to Aya. “How are you doing Kitten?”

“Thank you.” Aya mumbled.

Crawford watched the beautiful violet eyes droop. The poor boy was no doubt exhausted. Crawford looked at the redhead and was amused that the boy was sleeping. He watched Aya sway in sleep and tip in his direction. Aya's head landed on his shoulder before he slid down. Running his fingers slowly through the red locks Crawford smiled at the sleeping boy. “Sleep Kitten.”

 

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Aya woke some time later feeling better then he had in such a long time. He could not believe that the first person to hear about his past was Crawford. He was grateful though that the older man had not done anything to him and was so kind. He was wrong to think that Crawford was heartless. Stretching Aya looked at the man that was sleeping on the couch beside him. Blushing Aya remembered the kisses that he had shared with the older man. Slipping out from under the arm that was still wrapped around him Aya stood and looked longingly at the door. He debated leaving or just settling back down next to the older man and sleeping more.

Turning his head he noticed that the sun had gone down and he was sure that it was late. Silently he made his way to the door. Calmer in his thoughts he was able to unlock the door and slip out. His had never felt so calm after a long pitying cry. Quietly as he could he closed the door and headed out of the office. He needed to get back to the Shop before someone came out looking for him. He was going to have a hard enough time explaining why he was gone so long. He made his way out of the building and to his car.

 

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Crawford woke as soon Aya's body left his. He kept his eyes closed and allowed the boy to do what he wanted. After a minute he heard the door open and close as softly as Aya tried to make it. He knew it must have been late, Aya must have known and left as well.

Crawford liked the little redhead. He liked the redhead before he knew what he did now. Knowing now about Aya's past now only changed his plans a little. He still wanted the redhead but now he would be softer and truer in his advances to have Aya. He would not force anything on him; Crawford wanted Aya to trust him. Crawford made a silent vow to himself that he would track down that bastard of an Uncle, if said bastard was still alive (God he hoped so just so he could kill him), and kill him, himself, for hurting Aya like that. No one should ever have to have that happen to them.

 

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Aya managed not to make eye contact with Yohji the next day; which was a hard task considering he had second shift with the man. He was embarrassed about what had happened earlier between them and he couldn't get the images out of his mind.

 

"It's guys isn't it?....That's nothing to be ashamed of Aya, plenty of guys like other guys."

"Name one."

"Me."

 

He flushed and tried to think why it bothered him so much. He had been kissed and caressed by his enemy and it hadn't bothered him as much as it should have. The talk with Yohji had made him see that he was attracted to men more then women. He didn't see how the older blonde knew. He wasn't sure how he had let it slip. Aya prayed that he had not let Crawford's name slip. He didn't think that he would be able to live it down if the others knew that he had allowed such a thing to happen…

 

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Yohji watched as Aya fought his inner demons. The red head looked like he wanted to bolt. He almost regretted having the `talk' with him. But in many ways it was worth it to see the redhead react. True he did enjoy the company of women but he also enjoyed the company of men.

They had closed the shop and began the cleaning process. Aya had managed not to speak to him unless it was absolutely necessary, but it was usual for the red head to ignore everything as much possible. Anything that didn't have to do with working that was.

“Aya baby what is wrong?” Yohji asked. Since Omi had to open the shop with Ken that morning, the two of them had taken off immediately after their shifts had ended. Ken had said that he was going off to play night soccer with some of the older brothers of the kids he coached, but with the way that he blushed Yohji betted that he had a date and that he was too embarrassed to tell them, and Omi blushed and rushed away before he could ask where the younger blonde had to go. Turning his attention back to the red head, “I'm sorry if I upset you.”

Aya's back stiffened and didn't respond to Yohji. He wanted to ignore the older blonde as much as possible. Besides he didn't know how to respond to what the blonde was saying.

Yohji sighed. Aya was going to be stubborn like always. “Aya baby you shouldn't keep it all in like that. It's not healthy. It's no wonder you're so uptight. Look, Omi and Ken were going out tonight, that just leaves you and me. Let's go out. Have some fun… ”

Aya looked over his shoulder at the blonde that was resting against the counter, watching him. Narrowing his eyes Aya glowered at Yohji.

“Common Aya baby, going out is not going to kill you.” Yohji teased. “Come on, getting out will do you good.”

“No.” Aya replied. Turning back around Aya continued to clean the area that he had been working at. He wanted to ignore the older blonde as much as he could. His feelings for him were strange. He was feeling warmth and true affection from the playboy and it was unnerving him in a way that he couldn't explain.

“Common Aya baby, just for a bit. I promise if you don't like it we'll come right back.” Yohji smiled, coming to stand beside Aya. He didn't touch the other man but stood near enough to let him know that he was there.

Aya turned his head to face his older teammate. He has seen the honesty in his face and something inside had melted. “One hour.”

Yohji grinned. All he had wanted was to bring the younger man out of his shell. Bringing the younger man to a club was more then he could hope for. One hour? That wasn't very long… but hopefully it should be long enough to loosen up the red head a little. Maybe he could convince Aya to stay longer if he enjoyed himself. “Alright, do you have something better then that?”

Aya blinked at Yohji. “What?”

“You can't go dressed like that.” Yohji stated plainly, giving Aya an approving once-over. The red head was wearing jeans that formed his slender body and that awful orange sweater that he liked so much. Sure it wasn't clubbing clothing but it looked good on Aya. Hell anything would look good Aya. He was a beautiful man. Yohji didn't think Aya was aware of how attractive he was. “Common, I should have something in my closet that should fit you.”

Aya gave a yelp as Yohji dragged him through the shop and up the stairs to the apartments. Dragging Aya into his room he forced the red head to sit on his bed. Digging through his closet, Yohji began to search for clothing that would fit the smaller man and show off his attractive form. “Aya baby, I promise you'll have fun. We just need to get you into something a bit sexier if we're going to go clubbing.”

“No.” Aya snapped as he rose up from the bed. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he saw the clothing that Yohji was digging through. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. He knew that if he allowed the older man to dress him the way that he wanted he would be revealing much more than he wanted.

“Common Aya baby, you already said you would go. Just this once can't you allow yourself to have some fun?” Yohji teased. Turning to the red head he presented the clothing he felt would make Aya the center of many wet dreams for both men and women. “Aya baby, if you don't dress yourself I'll have to do it for you.”

Aya flushed at the implied tone that Yohji had. Snatching the clothing out of the older man's hands he retreated into the bathroom before another word could be said. Glancing at the clothing he flushed finally seeing what Yohji had given him. Black leather pants and one of Yohji's cropped belly tops. A knocking on the door startled Aya out of his fuming.

“Aya baby are you dressing or scowling?” Yohji's voice came. “Common get dressed… I know a good club. It's a good place to start a newbie like you.”

As if sensing Aya's nerves Yohji tried to calm the other man any way that he could. He didn't want to turn the younger man off of doing things with them. Quickly Aya changed his clothes without thinking. Opening the door he found Yohji leaning against the door frame waiting for him.

Seeing the red head Yohji let his eyes wander the younger man's body. The leather pants that he chose for Aya clung to the man's body like a second skin, and the crop top showed off his pale skin. “Ah Aya baby you're gorgeous. Then again you're always gorgeous.”

Aya flushed and tried to cover it by scowling.

“Alright, let's go. I only get one hour right?” Yohji smiled. In the time that Aya had been in the bathroom he had managed to change his cloths and wait patiently for Aya. With a smile he dragged the redhead to the car.

 

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Yohji grinned at the red head that was scowling beside him. They had been at the club for half an hour and already half the club had tried to grope Aya. He knew Aya was going to kill him for this he was sure. But it was well worth it to see the red head like he was. There was color to Aya's cheeks and it made him utterly beautiful. There was something about Aya as of late that he couldn't explain. He had always known that Aya was beautiful. Anyone could see that.

Aya was filled with an overwhelming desire to feel happy. He didn't know why but he wanted to dance and he wanted to do naughty things. It filled him with fear that he would actually do it. Snatching the drink that Yohji placed in front of him Aya took a deep drink trying to count back from 100 as to not kill the older man.

“Common Aya baby, don't be such a grump.” Yohji teased, his eyes scanning the floor for dance partners. Brows creased he caught sight of something on the floor. “Well, well, well… what do we have here? Stay put Aya baby, I'll be right back.”

Aya growled when Yohji disappeared into the crowd leaving him to fend off the leeches by himself. Getting up to follow the blonde Aya found himself pulled back against a hard body.

 

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Crawford didn't know how Schuldich managed to talk him into coming to the club, seeing how the man had vanished as soon as they entered the club. Making his way to the bar Crawford debated staying or leaving. `One drink' he decided then he would leave. At the bar he was blessed with a live vision of beauty. Long legs wrapped in leather with pale skin showing from a belly shirt that he knew didn't belong to the younger man.

The cold leader of Weiss was with the older blonde of his team and it seemed that the red head was not enjoying himself. Grinning when the blonde vanished onto the dance floor Crawford's eyes fluttered with a vision. He saw the older blonde of Weiss dancing provocatively with a younger blond. It would end with the younger leaping away. He didn't have long then. Sliding up behind the red head he pulled the startled body back against his.

`Aya baby?' Crawford grinned. It was cute and seemingly fitting the red head. He wanted to run his hands over Aya's body again. It felt right to hold him in his arms. He liked feeling Aya's submissive mouth under his. He liked a submissive Aya in general.

 

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Aya struggled against the grip that held him. Ready to growl a warning Aya was not prepared for the hands that wandered across his belly and the nose that nuzzled his hair by his ear. “I see you like this Kitten.”

Aya's eyes widened in fear. He knew who was holding him. He struggled more trying to free himself; he could not allow what had happened yesterday to happen again. Aya didn't want to feel the pleasure that the older man made him feel again. Did he? “Please-.”

The pleading tone in Aya's voice drove him wild. Crossing his arms over the younger man's body Crawford held Aya's body close as he nipped at the redhead's ear.

Giving a pleasured sigh at the sensations that ran through him Aya relaxed into the body behind him. It was no use fighting against the man. Bradley Crawford did things to his body that he could not control.

Crawford wanted nothing more then to drag Aya off to a dark room and have his way with the younger man. For now he would settle for what he could get.

Hands were traveling his body and Aya could not hold back his moan. He felt nips and licks on his neck. He could never remember feeling like this before. Warmth flowed through him like he hadn't felt since his parents were killed and his sister had fallen in a coma and eventually died. The man behind him was warm and solid and gentle in his touches. He seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed, and how he needed to be touched.

“Aya…” Crawford's voice spoke brushing a hand through his red hair. “Aya you're so beautiful. You know I won't hurt you.”

Aya groaned as lips caressed his throat. His mind was in a whirl, the older man's words washed over him, and he knew deep down that the older man was telling him the truth.

“Yes…” Aya moaned as the lips caressed his throat, “Please…”

“Beautiful kitten… tell me what you want.” Brad continued; his lips brushed against Aya's throat again causing the red head to sag against him more.

“Touch me…. please Bradley… touch me.” Aya groaned.

Smiling into the redhead's hair Crawford proceeded to do as Aya asked. Turning Aya in his arms he lowered his lips to the trembling ones of the man before him. Leading the gentle kiss Crawford held Aya close. He was well aware of the people around them staring openly. Who wouldn't? Aya was hotter by the minute and people were always drawn to the sight of a passionate kiss.

 

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Yohji grinned as he saw a familiar blonde on the dance floor. He could not pass this moment up. He would never let him live this down. Sliding through the crowd he made his way to the blonde. Tapping the dance partner on the shoulder, Yohji gave the brunette a smile and cut in. When the small blonde felt a body behind him he pressed his body in a grind against Yohji. Trying not burst out laughing Yohji allowed the smaller blonde to grind his lithe body against his moving against him in rhythm to the music. Moving his mouth closer to the younger blonde's ear he was surprised to find that the other blonde was nuzzling his lips with his ear. Grinning wider he whispered in a breathy voice.

“Busted.” He breathed just loud enough to hear. He felt all the calm leave the younger man as his body tensed up and spun itself around. Wide sky blue eyes focused on him and his smiling face.

“Y-Yohji!” Omi exclaimed. Grinning Yohji did not miss the flush that was covering the blonde's cheeks. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question. This is a 21 and over club.” Yohji grinned at the red that was spreading over Omi's face and down his neck. As he turned he snagged the blonde as he tried to make his getaway into the crowd and looked towards the bar. “Now where is Aya?”

“Aya!?” The blonde managed to squeak.

Well trained eyes scanned the people by the bar where he had left Aya. There were a few lone ladies sipping drinks, a couple or two cuddling together and…. The back of Aya's red head as he was; what looked like, being kissed very passionately. Although it was he who had hoped to steal a kiss from a slightly drunk Aya, Yohji was surprised that anyone managed to survive coming close to the usually hostile man. Grinning as Aya's partner broke away and left him standing there alone, Yohji took the opportunity to pull the other blonde after him and go greet Aya.

 

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Aya let out a whimper as Crawford ended their kiss. He wanted more. Pleadingly he leaned up to try and get another kiss out of the man.

“No Kitten, your friends are coming and it would be bad if they caught me here with you.” Crawford sighed as he released Aya from his hold.

Aya managed a nod, the muscles in his legs still threatening to give way under him, and turned his head to see Yohji dragging Omi along behind him. Turning back to Crawford Aya felt a pang when he saw that the older man was already gone. `Wait- Omi in this club!'

Grinning as he reached a very flushed Aya Yohji didn't have time to utter one word.

“We're leaving right now.” Aya snapped storming away from the bar and to the exit dragging a protesting Omi with behind him, he knew was Yohji following along laughing all the way.

 

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The next day Aya and Omi went to the park instead of taking their shift. The little blond was still in trouble, but Aya wasn't as mad anymore which gave Omi room to breathe a little.

They settled on a bench away from the play ground to insure privacy and to make sure they no parent came up to them accusingly them of inappropriate behavior like when they had started this little ritual. Aya sat on the bench slouched slightly, legs spread out. Omi preferred to curl up on the hard wood and lay his head in Aya's lap. Even being in trouble this didn't change.

Aya absently ran his fingers through Omi's fine locks while he seemed to watch grass grow. The little blond tucked one arm under the redhead's knee then started rubbing the soft denim where it creased. Anyone to see them would think they were two lovers out for some air, none of them would guess the truth. Not even Crawford The Pre-cog, lurking in the shadows.

 

"Aya?" Omi asked in the perfect silence.

"Hn," Came the usual reply.

"Would you have paid the ransom?" the blond asked turning so he could look up at Aya.

The redhead lightly rapped his knuckles on Omi's head. "Even if I have to rob a bank." He said assuring. "Why? Plan on being kidnapped?"

Crawford's eyes narrowed so was this why Aya was so flustered before? He didn't want to hurt his lover? Aya was his! He'd be damned if he was going to lose the redhead to a child! He stepped out of the shadows ready to confront them.

Omi giggled. "Of course not, Niisan!"

Crawford stopped dead in his tracks. Niisan? They were brothers? He must have made a sound for Aya turned in his direction and Omi sat up; both looked surprised.

"Brad!" Aya exclaimed realizing Crawford must have over heard them. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." He said his face expressionless. He looked between the two seeing no family resemblance what so ever. "Brothers?"

Aya nodded slowly. "Shuichi is…was…our father." He said carefully.

Crawford raised an eyebrow. "That makes you a Takatori," he pointed out. He was very aware of his kitten's hate of the Takatori family.

The redhead smirked. "No that makes me the heir to the Takatori fortune, and ultimately the leader of Kritiker. Hence no more missions for Weiss." He nudged Omi gently. "Why don't you go back to the shop? I'll be fine here, he won't hurt me."

Omi nodded standing to go, "What should I tell the others?"

"Tell them I was kidnapped by Oracle and he demands…" he thought for a moment then grinned evilly. "A Sponge Bob bedroom set and matching overalls for a small five year old boy."

Omi wrinkled his nose in confusion. "What?" he asked glancing at Crawford matching Aya's expression showing their resemblance. "So I should just not expect you home within the week?"

"Don't think that will get you out of grounding." Aya admonished wagging a finger at the blond. Omi rolled his eyes and turned to go. Aya watched until he was almost out of hearing range then shouted. "And no clubbing on the way back!"

Crawford smiled watching the teen run off. "He brings out a side in you I've never seen before." He observed moving to take Omi's seat on the bench. "I like it."

Aya shrugged already closing off again. "You should have seen me when Shuichi gave me the news, I almost dropped dead. Here I was seeking revenge for my family's death on my own family. Then wham! I'm the richest kid Japan and I have a baby brother. But my uncle is still nuts." He smiled a little insanely. "Nothing really changed there…"

"Must have been quiet a shock." Crawford observed thoughtfully.

Aya closed his eyes and leaned against the pre-cog comfortably. "Sure." He said with a yawn. "Just a little bigger then when you kissed me in your office…"

Crawford tilted Aya's head back then leaned down and kissed him passionately, then pulled back to look at the slightly dazed redhead. "Are you doing to fight me anymore?" he asked softly.

Aya licked his lips savoring the taste of Crawford on his lips. "No," he whispered eyes falling shut and laid his head on the man's shoulder. "No more fighting."

“My beautiful Kitten.” Crawford murmured into Aya's thick hair “You are so beautiful.”

“You're just saying that.” Aya blushed and buried his head in Crawford's shoulder.

Crawford shook his head. Aya needed to be aware that he was a beautiful man. That he radiated sexuality and charm that people wanted to possess. He needed the red head to know that he belonged to no one but him now. He resisted the urge to ravish the red head in public and settled for small kisses.

 

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After leaving Aya in the park with Crawford Omi couldn't help but give a big smile. He was on his way to see his lover. He hoped he wasn't to mad at him for not being there at the club the other day. Though he was sure that Jei would understand that his brother and friend had caught him at the club and he had to leave. He was sure that Aya would be fine. Aya would have told him if he wasn't. He was sure that he had seen identical looks in their eyes. He wondered about the Sponge Bob thing though… Aya didn't crack jokes very often and that was a strange one… Shaking his head clear of thoughts of his brother and Crawford Omi focused on the meeting with his lover that he had set up for later that afternoon. And if Aya was going to be busy all afternoon… he didn't need to think of a way to sneak out of the house! Eager Omi decided to turn up very early for a change.

Humming a happy tune Omi all but skipped down the street. Ahead of him he could see a familiar head of white hair. Beside him was a smaller blonde with tips dyed pink. Omi frowned when he saw how close they were. In fact Jei's hands were on the other blonde. Jei's hands shouldn't be on anyone else. Claming himself and telling himself to find out all the fact first Omi was only able to stand there and watch what was happening. His eyes filled with tears when he saw Jei's hands move over the blonde's bottom. The other blonde only jumped as if startled but did nothing else. Blinded by tears as he turned and ran the other direction Omi missed seeing Jei unhook the straps that were connected to the other blonde's pants to free him from the fence that was holding him.

 

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Omi ran all the way back to the flower shop, past the girls, past Ken and Yohji, and up the stairs to his room. Slamming his door Omi flopped onto his bed. A short time later he heard a knock on his door and turned to face the door as it slowly opened.

“Omi?” Ken asked. “What's wrong?”

Omi sniffled and turned away from the door and his friend.

“Come on Omi, tell me.” Ken urged coming into the room and closing the door. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing. I just want to be alone.” Omi whispered.

Ken looked hurt but nodded. “Alright… You know that you can tell me anything right Omi?”

Omi smiled and nodded. “I just want to be alone right now.”

Ken nodded and closed the door to the teen's room quietly.

“How's he doing?” Yohji asked in a whisper.

“He wants to be alone.” Ken sighed. He wished that as Omi's best friend that Omi would tell him what was wrong.

Yohji shook his head. “Teens. What are we going to do with them?”

Ken sighed. “Trade them in for some sports equipment?”

Yohji laughed and shook his head. “I might just have to agree with you soon.”

Grinning both were turned back to the shop which had been cleared of girls after Omi had run through.