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Dinner Time

It's already six o'clock and Aya had been rummaged through his wardrobe. He was choosing the right clothes to go over the dinner with that stranger from the previous days.

Stranger? Well I guess I have to remember that he is Crawford-san instead of stranger.

Aya thought about that as he continued on his search upon the right clothes that he would wear. It had taken him almost thirty minutes and still he could not find the right one. He sighed and darted his gaze to his bed where all his clothes scattered from his inspection.

Why in the god name I did this?!?

He was in agony of denying that he was actually nervous but he was always the calm one, the cold one, how could he lose his calmness and his coldness to this complete stranger who was inviting him over a dinner.

Just a dinner from a stranger and nothing more, why should I bother about what to wear?  

Aya frowned with realization as the rational mind had come down to him. He sighed again.

This is bad, very bad… After that he walked to the bed and tidied up all the mess he had created.

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It was five minutes to the appointed time and a young American man had been there waiting for almost fifteen minutes to see his company. He glanced to his watch on his left wrist and took a sip of water he had ordered before.

Still five minutes to seven…I wonder will he come?… Once again the gaijin flicked his gaze toward the entrance door where a young girl was standing and opened the door for all the customers as well as flashing her smile and her sweet greetings. He sighed as he saw that the entrance door was opened but the one that was coming was not the person he had waited. He waited for his redhead, not an unknown couple.

Well I wonder if this is what a minute seems to be a year like in romantic movies…

Then he casted his glance to sweep over the restaurant. It was one of the best restaurant in Tokyo which served western food. Brad Crawford was just hoping that his redhead didn't mind of western food if he did then this first date was ruined. He sighed once again. He took another sip of water.

Calm down, he's not a type who break his promise…well…he didn't say promise back then……

Crawford almost shrank to his own desperation as he let out a long sigh and just after that, the entrance door was opened and the greetings of the waitress made him looked up to his certain redhead. Crawford almost jumped from his seat because of joy that at last he showed up. He took a glance to his watch and realized that it was seven o'clock sharp.

Well, he's punctual…very… Then he smiled and prepared himself to greet his date.

Aya walked into the restaurant with all his grace he had. He had told the waitress in front that his company had been there. The waitress just smiled and asked him to follow her. She led him to a table in the corner of the restaurant but still a strategic to look to the entrance door. There, the stranger had waited him. He had sat there but still no meal was served so it was obvious that he waited for him to pick up menus.

As he walked toward the table, Aya took a quick inspection of the restaurant, out of his habit and he found that this restaurant had actually a nice atmosphere and only few people was there. He wondered whether it was because the food or the price actually. His mind agreed with the latter option.

Crawford saw Aya followed the waitress and he observed the redhead while he knew that the redhead was taking in pieces of information of the place as he gave a quick glance to sweep around this restaurant.

Typical of him…actually…

Aya was wearing simple clothes but it just looked marvelous for him. He wore a black pants that seemed not too tight but not too loose and it was topped by a simple deep maroon long sleeved shirt which only accentuating his red hair even more. The shirt was untucked however, instead looking messy, it looked elegant since the shirt's sides were cut until just above the waist. Simple yet elegant that was what Crawford took for Aya's image.

While Crawford observed Aya, Aya also eyed him for a good observation too. The American was wearing his suit too. But now it was black with deep blue shirt inside and a matching abstract patterned tie. Well, like the previous meeting, Crawford was always business-like style but that matched him perfectly, along with the silver rimmed glasses and those black tresses that were falling around his face and framing them perfectly.

He's a complete perfection…calm and controlled…and aristocratic to the most…Hearing his own praises for Crawford in the back of his head was amusing to Aya at the least but he had agreed all of that. Yes, Crawford was nothing but aristocratic. The whole figure was just radiating pure aristocratic, the glasses, the suit, the hair, the attitudes, everything.

Now both men was sitting facing each other. Aya had bowed his head earlier to show his gratitude and they had ordered for the meal. Aya had a plate of grilled tuna while Crawford decided to have a plate of steak. Aya let his eyes lingered a moment longer to the menu after they both ordered their main course. Aya sneaked a glance to Crawford and it seemed that Crawford know it too.

"Yes?"

"…would you like to share with me?" Aya said those words carefully as he knew that he was in no place to order something more when some stranger was paying the bills for him.

"…sure…" The thought of sharing with you… Crawford let himself smiled as he was excited by Aya's idea. He swore that the iceman was smiling a bit after his approve and ordered a plate of salad.

Then the waitress took the order plus the menu's list and went, leaving both males alone once again. For some minutes, none of them said anything. While Crawford kept his gaze on Aya, Aya being not used to be stared of, fidgeted uncomfortably though he did not fidget that much so it was obvious but still under the scrutinize gaze from a particular man in front of him it seemed too obvious. Aya sighed and decided to break the silence though he was not a very good talker.

"…Crawford?"

"…yes?"

"…Would you like to stop staring at me like that?" Aya was now rather peeved though he masked it beneath the indifference mask.

Crawford only smiled to Aya. "Sorry, can't help not to when a beauty is sitting right in front of me."

Taken aback by what Crawford had said, Aya only sighed and let his gaze wandered to other direction than to those golden-shaded eyes that stared deep into his very soul. They were silent for a moment before Crawford decided to have a light conversation.

"So, how about a quick introduction about ourselves?"

Aya turned his head and looked at him as well as quirked up his eyebrow in that elegant manner. "…introduction?"

"Well you know, as we are in date, we should know a little about our date…"

"Who says I'm your date?" Aya sounded irritated by Crawford's sentence.

"If I'm not your date, then why are you sitting right here?…" Crawford only smiled in amusement, sure that a peeved Aya was fun to watch.

"……" Aya was silent for a moment then he continued. "…nothing much about me…a florist as you already know that…name's Fujimiya Aya…"

"Well that's good for an opening, name's Brad Crawford…an American…work in office…"

"That's figure. You wear suits too much." Aya commented. Surprisingly, Crawford chuckled at his comment. "Well, apparently I'm not the first one to say something like that, am I not?"

"Too much people commented like that but I find yours is the funniest." Crawford still smiled.

"How?" Aya asked as he felt curious.

"No one said that with a frown on their faces."

"…Aa…"

"It's just like you try to joke with a frown on your face. I take it that you never joke too much don't you?"

"And what's the fun about that?"

"Nothing…"

Then the previous waitress came up bringing a bowl of salad. "Please enjoy the meal," she said then she went off.

"Well, it's here already. Let's not waste this?" Crawford said as he picked up the fork and picked some to his plate.

Aya looked at Crawford and just nodded. "Do you like mayonnaise?"

Crawford looked at him questioningly, "Yes…"

"Good then, you can have all the mayonnaise then." Aya eyed the salad for a moment and carefully picked some which was not spoiled by the mayonnaise. Until now, he still wondered why in the hell people like that grease orange liquid anyway? It was nasty, true and just the smell of it had made him felt sick already. So it was kind of war between mayonnaise and Aya. [1]

"I take it that you don't like a little bit of mayonnaise." Crawford asked as he picked some salad into his mouth.

"Well, it make me sick." Aya poked at his salad a little bit. After he felt that his was free from mayonnaise then he picked some and ate. "I just don't know how people can eat that nasty orange liquid thing." He said as he chewed down the salad.

Crawford as watched the redhead from the beginning till the end only smiled upon his antique and quickly inputted the piece of information that Aya and mayonnaise didn't get along well. He was amused since the redhead silently investigated over the bowl of salad, then carefully picked some that were mayonnaise free and poked some that had been laid on his plate.

Certainly, I don't know he can be this amusing…well better than my prediction…

The both men ate their salad in silent, while Aya still in his constantly poking of mayonnaise, Crawford had finished his and was watching the other male who seemed oblivious to the stare. Crawford even didn't miss the time when Aya put a face as he poked and picked a slice of red cabbage that had been spoiled by mayonnaise and quickly set it away the furthest of the plate's rim.

Not too long, their orders were served, a plate of grilled tuna and another plate of steak. Before the waitress leave, Crawford ordered a bottle of red wine. It was a great relief that the cook actually separated the grilled tuna and the mayonnaise. Aya cringed slightly as his mind played if the cook really poured the nasty orange liquid to that piece of grilled tuna. Well it would be horrible at the least he could say.

At least he has a good brain to separate this thing from it…

 With that Aya sliced the grilled fillet and took it into his mouth casually. Crawford followed him and both of them enjoyed the meal silently. A silence that fell upon them which hanged nicely and was just in place. The wine came when they were eating. The waitress just simply unscrewed the wine and elegantly poured those red liquid into each glass.

Aya slid his hand to the tall glass then picked it up and took a gulp. The wine was spilled out from the rim of the glass and his lips. A red liquid on the edge of those velvet lips. Aya, unconsciously licked the spilled wine on his lips by his tongue. Crawford, on the other hand was transfixed by this little seduction scene. His hand had been stopped from any movement and if only it was possible that he might also drop the knife and fork that was held as he felt like his fingers limped after watching the innocence display of seduction.

Great god above……does he know how sexy he is?…

Crawford gaze still lingered in Aya's tempting lips. He longed in anticipation how soft those lips were and was it sweet or not. He wanted, no needed to tasted those exquisite lips, how they felt beneath his own lips. How their lips meshed and danced together.

"Crawford? Crawford?…"

The deep rich voice of Aya woke him from his trail of imaginations. Crawford snapped his attention back to the redhead who was staring at him a bit worried by the lack of his responses.

"Crawford? Daijoubu?"

"Aa, yes, I'm fine."

Aya stared at him for several minutes as he was not convinced by Crawford's answer.

"Something's wrong on my face?"

"Huh?"

"You've stared me for a good 5 minutes….so, are there something in my face?"

Yes, those lips, those tempting velvety lips…that's what's wrong… "Uh, no there is nothing's  wrong on your face."

"….Aa…" Aya eyed him again suspiciously then he decided to just shrug this matter away as he glanced to his left and took another gulps of wine. He was unconsciously showing those perfect porcelain skin of his neck. Pale white was contrasted by the red fabric of his shirt. Yet the combinations only fascinated Crawford to no end. Again Aya caught Crawford stared deeply with those amber orbs behind the lenses. Aya was a bit anti-social but he did know things like this. He raised an eyebrow on the man whom gaze was still locked to his figure, studying him so intently and in those near golden jewels, Aya could see tint of lust and desire.

"Crawford?"

"Huh?"

"If you're going to stare me like that, I assure you to finish your steak first before it turns cold then you can stare me as long as you like." Aya said this without even bother to look at Crawford.

Again Crawford growled silently. It was the second time he had slipped his self-control. Well he could not help himself right? The man sat in front of him was too hot and too sexy to resist. True that he was ice prick outside but deep inside him, whether he realized or not, he was a walking hot sex. Crawford sighed then he resumed to his abandoned meal that tasted nothing as his mind was imaginating the sweetness of the across velvet lips which now was stained red by the wine though the proprietor himself didn't even realize it.

Aya watched the black haired figure opposite him from the corner of his eyes as he let himself to drink in the whole image of him and all movements of his hands. It was just fascinating him how the broad shoulder moved along with his hands and those knife held by long elegant fingers as he sliced the piece of steak. A simple movement yet it was complicatedly mesmerizing. He knew when those gold amber pieces of jewels that were staring deeply to him, examining his every single move, Aya knew he had already lost. He felt shivers ran down along his spine and his body to heat up along with the anticipation of what would happen after this dinner.

Well it's not like I recent this kind of idea…in fact…I'm curious too…

With that thought spoke loudly in his mind, Aya let his lips tugged to form a small smile and it was not missed by Crawford who was just finished and looked up. The small smile however, amused the older man and he was curious.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Can't I smile?"

"No…but what for?"

Aya turned to look at the black haired male and again another smile formed by those pliant lips. "Something funny."

It a mere small smile already made his heart constricted, then this smile was nearly knocked the breathe out from his lung. It amazed Crawford that the younger man whom knew as ice prick could actually smile like that. But he could sense there was something under the smile, something that mischief. Crawford took his glass and drowned the red liquid down.

I guess it just adds the fun ne?…I wonder what scheme you have on brain under that fiery hair of yours…

A moment later, they just shared their wine in comfortable silence. Both of them were deep in their own thought. Both secretly glanced toward each other and studied their figures silently when each one of them was caught off guard and was distracted. Then the wine was emptied. By then, Aya was slightly flushing as the alcohol took its effect while Crawford seemed unaffected by the amount of red wine he had drunk.

"Well, I guess dinner's time over."

"Yeah…" Aya had tried his best not to slur in front of this man. But it was rather difficult since he was never a good drinker and he had a low tolerance of alcohol though he could see straight and things pretty clear but the constant buzz and slight headache was dizzying him.

Both of them walked out from the restaurant to where the black Porsche was parked. Once Aya was tripped during the trip to the car. Luckily, Crawford had good reflexes and he caught the younger crimson haired male before he fell on his face.

"Be careful…" Crawford steadied the flushed young man as he put his hands around the Aya and by then he noticed the hard chest and his slender body. The redhead was just fit in his arms as if they were destined to be together.

"Thank you…" Aya muttered and he shoved himself slightly from Crawford and took a step forward just to have another unsteady step which almost caused him to fall again but then he was secured by those strong hands around his waist that had prevented him from falling the previous moment.

"Aya…"

"Sorry…it seems I drink too much."

"You supposed not to force yourself to drink that much…"

"…Yeah I know. Sorry for being a disturbance for you."

"Ie. Don't feel like that."

By then, Aya looked up and smiled. Not a mischief one but a genuine one. This had caught off Crawford as he looked down. Aya a little flushed, rather watery eyes but sparkled as they were reflected by the light of lamp post was smiling so sweetly to him. Crawford could feel that his heart stopped beating in this magic moment. He didn't even dare to breathe. He had held his breathe as Aya had captured his very own soul. Instead of being a captor, Crawford was the captive under the clutches of this irresistible redhead that was so cute.

"Kirei…" A praise that was unable to be held back. Simple yet enticing, describing wholly about Aya just in one word and not his native.

Crawford breathed the word and it seemed to caress Aya as he leaned up ever so slowly while Crawford leaned down. Their lips met. Aya slightly tilted his head so that the taller man had a better access. It was feathery at first then harder and firmer. Shy at the beginning as Crawford traced his tongue over the pliant lips beneath, testing its velvety that made silk even cried over jealousy. Then Crawford probed slowly, asking for a permission. Aya parted his mouth slightly but the American took this as an invitation and he invaded in.  The lingering red wine was still tasted. Aya was sweet just like his imagination but not as sweet as candy, it was mingled by spicy which made his taste unique, exotic and arousing to the least. Aya then slowly and shyly let his tongue brushes over Crawford's and their soon drown into a fight of dominance. Aya could taste Crawford's. He tasted like mint, fresh and masculine. Their kiss was gentle yet arousing nonetheless.

Then Crawford broke the kiss. He stared down to the redhead whom gazes were dazed and unfocused. The redhead was simply moaned out his name so sensually.

"Crawford…"

Crawford held back his groan and it almost took all his self-control for not ravishing this red head right there. He kissed along the Aya's jaw and tasted his skin once again. He was addicted to his unique taste. One that he had never found and that had enticed him to no end. He trailed down to the neck that had been showed previously how those skin begged to be kiss, to be suck, to be ravished. Aya moaned again. His breathe was short and raged. Crawford let out a groan then he licked those porcelain skin and sucked them. He marked Aya as his and no one could touch him. Aya, being marked like that, could not help but shiver in anticipation and delight.

"Crawford…" His voice was so needy. Rich and sensual. A music that Crawford had longed to hear so long time ago.

"Aya…" Without stopping his exploitation of Aya's neck he murmured. "Do you want it?" The he sucked hard, leaving another mark.

Aya merely gasped and moaned out his answer as he was losing his straight brain to his desire and lust. "Yes…oh god above…yes, Crawford…I want it…"

Crawford reluctantly pulled away from Aya before he let his passion took this man right here under the lamp post and in public. He guided the redhead toward his car and he drove back to his apartment.

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There the 2nd chapter. So how do you think? It is good enough???? Hyyaaa I know kind of suck but please review ne??? I'm dying for review!!!!! Please!!!!!!

Promise , promise, promise, 3rd chapter will include lemon!!!!! Do they perform good enough till now??? What do you think about this??? Romantic, too sappy??? Please review!!!!! ^_^