Title: Under Cover, Part 3 of

Author: cluelesspsycho

fandom: Weiss Kreuz

pairing: Crawford/Ran

Disclaimer: they belong to each other
Rating: M
Warning: yaoi, some lemon, some smut, hopefully not too explicit

Feedback: yes… please

Beta by Gabe

lj-cut text"… better get used to it…"

Aya took his Porsche to the new apartment, bringing some of his personal stuff such as old clothes and books. When he arrived, he still had one and a half hours to kill before Crawford came to pick him up, so he went to take a long, hot shower, washing his hair carefully, scrubbing his skin until he was satisfied with the cleanliness. The shampoo was soft and smelled very nice, the bath gel was no different. He came out of the shower smelling, and feeling, like a well-bathed baby. The bathroom was big enough to have a cabinet with rows and rows of toiletries. Aya had seen some of the items in Yohji's room; he only had the vaguest idea of their purposes. But Yohji had explained them, and now he only had to read the label carefully to make sure that he did not pick the wrong bottle. He had never bothered to go into such trouble before.

As he went through the wardrobe, Aya thought that it sure felt weird to go on a date, although this could not be counted as a real date. It was even weirder to be one to get picked up. Aya had dated once, a long time ago, in another lifetime, and he was the one picking up the girl, although he had not had his Porsche then, and they went to a cinema in a bus on a fine afternoon, because that was how it as supposed to be. Now he knew how the girl felt, all anxious and excited, in waiting and anticipating - well, perhaps in his present state, it was not an excitement, it was a mission, it had to be done, and he felt nothing but… weird.

To have to choose the right clothes from the new collection Crawford made available for him proved to give him a headache. Yohji had said that he should wear something simple but classy as he was going to have dinner in a private club, not a techno club. Problem was, everything in the wardrobe looked simple and classy. In fact, they all looked so similar that Aya was certain that Crawford had not chosen the clothes one by one himself. He must have ordered one particular collection from a catalog. Suddenly Aya wished Yohji was by his side to help him.

After pulling down and pulling off half of the wardrobe, Aya finally settled on a long sleeved turtle neck, made of cashmere, grey colored, and suede pants in the same color only two shades darker, which did not cling to him as tightly as a bloodsucker. After the final touches, which included tidying up his hair, he still had time to put the clothes back in the wardrobe properly.

Still, Aya almost jumped when he heard the doorbell. Checking his appearance in the mirror once again, and scowling after that, Aya went to get the door. It was Crawford, alright, and Aya quickly opened the door to let him in.

Crawford looked… Aya did not get to find the right word as Crawford's lips landed on his right cheek, startling him again for the third time in half of a day. It was only when Crawford was halfway to the living room that Aya found his ability to think and speak again.

"Look, Crawford, I don't know why you insist so much on the kisses…" he said, choosing his words carefully, but was cut short by Crawford's steely voice.

"You're my lover during the mission, better get used to it, or you'll blow everything."

Aya managed not to bat his eyelashes.

Crawford turned around, tilting his head, an approving look in his eyes, and he said,"Look good, Aya. I take it you have a good teacher."

"Glad you like it," Aya murmured, clenching his right fist, suddenly having goosebumps on his stomach. Yohji complimented him from time to time, but mostly for his intelligence and his natural good looks, he had never complimented Aya for his fashion choice. It was different coming from Crawford, the compliment was for his effort. Steeling his heart, he continued, "You look good yourself."

Crawford did not say anything, he turned on his heel and went to the wardrobe. Aya watched him, recollecting why he was surprised by Crawford's look at the door. Crawford still wore his black suit, however, his white shirt was replaced by a maroon colored shirt, no tie, and Aya was sure that he had never seen anybody else look better wearing a maroon colored shirt.

"Put this on," said Crawford as he tossed something to Aya. Aya caught it to find a leather jacket. "I don't want people to stare at my property."

"I'm not your property," Aya protested.

"You better start thinking like it now, " said Crawford. "Let's go."

Taking a very deep breath, Aya put the jacket on, and from his reflection in the mirror at the other side of the room, Aya knew that Crawford was right. He did not look mouth watering anymore, the leather jacket had given him a whole new look.

A showcase of Crawford's wealth.

He made a mental note never to ask Yohji how much such a jacket cost.

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The Oak Room was everything one could expect from a traditional gentlemen's club, exclusively for gentlemen, with its rich and elegant decoration, the smells of liquor, steak and cigar smoke, and vague music in the background. Crawford presented himself at the reception desk, then they were ushered to the bar in the foyer to wait while their table was being prepared. To Aya's surprise, no one even blinked at him, no one had a questioning look on his face at his presence with Crawford. A quick scan of the bar provided him with the information that there were a few other patrons who looked like him – showcases.

He followed Crawford to sit on a stool at the bar counter, making sure that he was close enough to Crawford, their arms almost touching. Crawford ordered straight whiskey, but Aya did not get to place his own order. Crawford took Aya's chin in his fingers and looked into Aya's eyes for a moment before turning to the bartender and said,"He'll have a martini," all in one swift but smooth movement. This time, Aya managed to keep his expression straight.

The whiskey and martini came at a remarkable speed, and after one sip, Crawford leaned over to whisper in Aya's ear. It tickled, and Aya was trying to focus on sipping his martini in style, but he did not wince as Crawford said, "You haven't told me how do you like the apartment."

Aya swallowed a little martini, focusing his mind, before saying, "It's nice… it's beautiful."

"If there is anything you want to change…"

"No, no, no," Aya shook his head, putting the martini glass down; out of the corner of his eyes, he tried to find out if anyone was listening to their almost inaudible conversation or paying attention. Nobody seemed to care. "Everything's splendid. I brought a few of my old things…"

Crawford's expression changed into a disapproving one. But he put his fingers on Aya's wet lips and he said, "I'd rather, if you want something, you tell me…"

"Excuse me, Crawford-san, your table is ready," the maitre d' appeared from nowhere.

Crawford lowered his fingers. "Thankyou," he said as he got up without so much of a glance at the maitre d'. He took Aya's hand, and led him to the main dining room.

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Tbc

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