LovePlay Arc
Two: Just Want To Be With You
Upon entering the dinning area Bradley stopped in the doorway to stare into the empty room. He frowned and began to wonder where the hell everyone was. Every since they arrived at the Shinobu Resort
they had yet to see any other guests. For that matter, he hasn't seen many staff members either. The few he did see were mainly something of a skeleton crew. He found it strange that there were no guests, except
for him and his people, and hardly any staff at the exclusive resort. He would have thought that it would be packed this time of year with people from all over the world. The reputation of the Shinobu Resort is well
known especially among the wealthier. Bradley shrugged. Maybe they're having a late season and people will arrive later on. Oh well, too bad, he would have loved to talk business with some prospective clients. He sighed as he entered the room. "It's just as well. Schuldig would have killed me if I tried drumming up business while we are supposed to be on rest leave."
The room had a huge mural painted on the ceiling of a snowcapped mountain and a tranquil little village nestles beneath it. It was quite captivating. He glanced around the room and frowned as all the tables were pushed back against the wall except for one. In the center of the room were a single table and two pillars stood on either side of the table with flowering vines twining around it. As he neared the table, he frowned. Where those . . . Manacles hanging from the colonnades. Yes, it was. Bradley's eyes widened. The rumors he heard about this place was true. It certainly did cater to the unusual appetites of their wealthy patrons. He had heard that one time the resort had a wild, kinky party by request of a politician. Guess the rumors were true.
As he sat down at the table, a waiter came out of the kitchen with a menu. He greeted Bradley and handed the American the thick menu. Bradley opened it a there were a variety of food from all over the world. The American looked impressed. They must have a legion of chefs from all over the world. He checked the French menu and gagged. Screwing up his face as he saw the escargot the American may think of himself as a snob, call a spade a spade, but he just couldn't see how anybody could intentionally eat snails. Just thinking about the slimy little buggers made his skin crawl and he turned back to the American page. Well, it has been a long time since he has eaten anything American. So, why not. Since the other members of his group weren't there, he didn't have much of an appetite. So, he just ordered the smoke salmon and a bottle of their most expensive red wine.
"Excuse me," said Bradley stopping the waiter before he could leave, "but why is this place so empty. I would have thought that it would be packed this time of year."
"Yes sir, it usually is, but one of our wealthy clients wanted the place all to himself just for tonight," said the waiter obviously glad to be telling someone else about the rich person. "I hope me and my group isn't intruding?"
"Oh no sir, when the management told the guest about the mistaken booking the man just said it was all right and to just let you stay."
"Well, that was very kind of him," said the American thinking he just maybe able to talk a little shop after all. "Will I be able to meet this person and thank him for letting us stay?"
"I'm not sure. The guest is rather private. No one has seen him since he first arrived here at the resort," said the waiter. He bowed to Bradley and went back to the kitchen to put in his order.
The waiter returned shortly with a bottle of wine and a glass. He placed the glass on the table and poured a small amount. Bradley swirled the wine around in the glass and tasted. "Excellent." The waiter poured more and placed the bottle on the table. He bowed and excused himself.
It was an excellent wine. Bradley down the wine and poured himself another glass. His mind went back to the argument he and Aya had about him stealing their client. It was rather ridiculous. I mean if they can't get the job done. The client has the right to get someone else who can. And I guess it doesn't hurt to take the job at half the pay of the competition. They really didn't need money all that much not since they have that big fat bank accounts in Switzerland that no one knows about except for him and Nagi. He poured himself another glass of wine. If Schuldig ever found out about the account in Switzerland the lazy bum would probably sit around the house all day doing nothing.
Or may be he would just up and leave, a dark little voice in his head chirped. The fool would be broke within the week. No, he definitely can't let Schuldig know about the account in Switzerland. As for
Farfarello, he really doesn't care one way or another. Whether he's a bodyguard or an assassin money doesn't matter to him. In a way, he hasn't changed at least he hasn't changed in the sense that he
has no love of money. Since the doctor put him on the new medication
It's so weird to see Farfarello normal and . . . Sane all the time. To show
you how scary it is, the once insane Irishman went to a plastic surgeon
to have the scars removed from his face and he's gotten a fake eye to boot.
Bizarre how over the course of three years since Esset's downfall how
we all have changed. Even Weiss. In the beginning we would have gladly
slit each other's throats, but now . . . God things are so strange between
us. Sometimes I have to just stop and think about it. Omi and Nagi was the first to pair up. It was so cute watching the two of them until
all their little sweet, syrupy puppy love talk started to turn his
stomach. Then Schuldig started stalking Yohji. The blond didn't like it
much when he realized that the German was the reason he wasn't 'scoring' with the ladies, or the men for that matter. And after Yohji
thoroughly kicked the crap out of Schu, he agreed to go out on a date
with him, and as they say, the rest is history.
But by far the weirdest, strangest pairing was Farfarello and Ken. I mean
who would have thought it. Once the Irishman got on his medication, it
seems that he has a taste for soccer. The two of them met at a kids'
soccer game and every Thursday night they meet up to go to a game
together. Nagi teased him once saying that Farf was getting the
plastic surgery so he could look good for Ken. Farfarello countered by telling the boy he should go on a diet before Omi decides to find himself a slimmer boyfriend. Nagi being a teenager with teenage
problems ran out of the room crying.
Bradley down the last of the wine in his glass and poured another as his
thoughts turned to the red head Abyssinian. That smug, arrogant,
son of bitch. I still don't know what drove me to him. I hated him along
with his self righteous dignity but somewhere along the way my hate slowly
vanished. I still don't know how it happened, but what I do know is that
I arrived on his doorstep soaking wet clutching a handful of drowned
roses. Every since that day, we sort of click together. But there are
days when I still want to strangle him. Like this recent case we just
finished, I had to get away before I did something he would regret.
Bradley felt himself relax as the wine began to work its soothing magic
on him. Now that he realized it, he was quite hungry. In fact, he was
starving. Now he wished he had ordered the steak instead of the
fish. I wonder if I could change my order, he thought somberly, Or maybe
I could get them to bring one to my room after I take a nice long sauna. He
sighed as he opened the top two buttons of his shirt.
Just then the waiter returned with his food. The waiter removed the
dome cover and placed the plate on the table. Bradley's eyes widened
in shock. Instead of the delicately grilled pink salmon, there was a
thick grilled steak with grilled vegetables.
"I didn't . . ." He turned looking at the waiter and stared in opened
mouth shock at one Aya Fujimiya. "Aya." It wasn't so much that
Aya was there but the fact that he was only wearing a pair of blue
denim jeans and a purple ribbon tied around his neck.
"Good evening Crawford." Aya smiled down at the stunned man.
"What are you doing here?"
"Don't you want to eat something?"
Bradley scowled at the young man. Aya rolled his eyes. "I came here
to relax. I was feeling stressed."
The scowl on Bradley's face deepened. "Look if you're still upset. . ."
"No, I'm not upset anymore. And I did come up here to relax for a
while," said Aya sitting at the table across from him. "Well, you better
eat up before it gets cold."
He picked up his knife and fork and began cutting into the meat. "Do
you want something to eat? Or would you like to share my meal?" It was
rare. Just the way he likes it.
"No, I've already eaten," said Aya resting his hand on the table and placing
his chin in his palm watching the American with adoring eyes. Just before he put the piece he cut into his mouth, he frowned. "I didn't order this."
He remembered.
"I know. I did it for you. You're going to need something more than a piece of fish." Aya winked at the startled American.
He blushed. Actually blushed. Bradley quickly shoved the meat into
his mouth. Their conversation wasn't much as they talked about their
respective teammates. He told Aya about some stocks that lost him
a bundle but he had made it back the next day. Aya told the American
about how his sister enjoys traveling around the world and making
new friends.
Bradley found it hard to concentrate since the red head kept stroking his bare chest whenever the American looked at him. He could feel the
faint stirring of an erection twitching in his pants. Dammit, Aya looked
so deliciously sexy sitting over there with nothing on but pants. He
licked dry lips as the long thin fingers circled one pink nipple to
squeeze it gently. He stared hypnotized as the hand moved to gently squeeze the other. Bradley groaned under his breath and took
another gulp of wine.
Bradley quickly lowered his eyes and continued to eat. It just as well
he didn't see the feral grinned on the other's face.
After his meal was done, he turned down the dessert citing he didn't have enough room for it.
"You have something on your face," said Aya. He got to his feet, lean
over the table a licked the corner of Bradley's lips. The precog could
do nothing but sit as though turned to stone. It always shocked him
when the red head took the initiative.
"Aya." Bradley swallowed a dry lump in his throat and his heart
kicked up a notch as the red head's tongue brushed across his lips.
He groaned as one hand slipped into the silken red strands of the
Japanese man's hair to hold his head steady as the American opened
his mouth to suck on the tongue that sought entrance. Bradley whimpered
when Aya broke the kiss.
"I have a little surprise for you," said Aya smiling and straightening the
precog's glasses on his nose. He went over to one of the tables in the corner and there was a disc player on the table. Aya pressed play
and some very seductive music filled the room.
"Turn your chair around and face me. I don't want you to miss the
show," Bradley heard Aya say from behind him. So, the American
turned his chair around and watched.
Feeling a bit nervous himself, Aya closed his eyes and let the rhythm
of the music take control. His hips started to sway in time with the
beat as he raised his arms in the air and ran his fingers seductively
through his hair. Bradley watched transfixed as the younger man's
hips swayed, rolled and gyrated and . . . God, he was hot.
Aya unbutton his jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. Grabbing
the flap of his jeans, he teasing pulled the pants down only a little giving Bradley a peek of the creamy flesh beneath and . . .Fuck, the red head was like a professional stripper with his teasing and Bradley
could not stop looking at those slim hips that held him trapped. Aya finally pushed the jeans down to the floor to reveal . . . Bradley felt his heart stop beating. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Aya had stepped out of his pants and kicked them into the precog's
face. Bradley grabbed the jeans clutching them tightly in his hands. He watched speechless as Aya continued his dancing wearing only the candy apple red G-string Bradley had bought him for his
birthday. Aya had vehemently sworn he would never wear anything so
shameless. But here he was doing a sexy little dance wearing nothing
but that tiny piece of cloth . . . Oh and the ribbon.
Aya's amethyst eyes glowed with excitement as he watched the
sweat form on the upper lip of the other as he danced. It was quite a
heady feeling to have such power over someone like Bradley Crawford.
As Aya swayed his hips, he licked his lips temptingly. He could see
Bradley's dark eyes smolder. He smiled in smug satisfaction as the
other grabbed the bottle of wine and turned it up to his lips to take a
long swallow. He coughed slightly but continued to watch the
sleek body of his lover.
Aya grasped the thin string with his thumbs teasingly pulling them
down but then he pulled it back up. He seductively licked his lips
again. "Mmmm, I bet you're sssssssoooooooo hard," Aya said in
a deep, throaty voice that danced down Bradley's spine. "Are you
hard Brad?"
Not trusting his voice to crack, the precog nodded his head.
"Take it out. Let me see how hard your cock is." Aya's dance began
to get erotic as he began to rub himself all over. Bradley not being able
to resist quickly tore open his pants and pulled out his throbbing
cock. He sighed in relief to have it free of its confines.
Aya nearly skipped a beat as he stared hungrily at the hard pulsing
flesh standing at attention in Bradley's lap. He reached down and
began to stroke his aching erection as he watched the red head walk
over to him. Aya moved the hand and straddled Bradley's lap. Slowly,
he began to stroke and grinds his aching cock against Bradley's
erection.
The precog groaned as he leaned forward to latch his lips and teeth
against Aya's throat. Aya wrapped his arms around the American's
neck holding him tight as he grinds his cock feverishly against
Bradley's.
"Fuck fuck Aya, I want to fuck you . . . Now . . . Oh God stop this and
let me. . ." He cried in despair when Aya pulled himself out of the embrace. The American watched in horror as the Japanese
man pranced over to the pillars. Raising one hand, he beckoned Bradley to join him over near the stone pillars.
Bradley got to his shaky legs and staggered over to Aya. He was lost in the sensation that the red head had awakened in him. He felt like he was in a dream. If it was a dream he did not want to
wake up any time soon and if this wasn't a dream . . . Well, he finally
knows what it means to have a slice of heaven on Earth. He stood
facing Aya. His eyes was in a haze and his mind was nothing but mush.
Aya grabbed the manacles and smiled. "Now, hold out your hands."
Without thinking, Bradley raised his hands out to him. But the American was dragged out of his dazed state when he felt the cold steel manacles clamp around his wrists. "What the . . . What
the hell's the meaning of this Aya?" He felt his erection wilt a little but not much.
"What does it look like?" Aya smirked at him. "I finally have you like I want you Crawford."
"Aya, release me at once," the American said in his most stern voice.
"Nah, I don't think so." Aya tore opened Bradley's shirt and latched
his lips onto one of the American's nipples. Bradley groaned clenching his hands into fists as the red head's tongue flicked,
and caressed the hardening nub. Aya stepped back to look into Bradley's flushed face.
Aya removed the glasses from Bradley's face and placed them on the table. "So they don't get broken." He pulled the G-string off and tossed it onto the chair. "Time for the good stuff." He got to
his knees and glided his tongue along the length of Bradley's
erection. The American moaned letting his head fall back as Aya's tongue pulled him into his mouth. Bradley shivered as
Aya's mouth moved up and down on him. He yanked on the
chains as he felt himself being sucked deeper into the other's throat.
"Aya," he groaned huskily and thrust his hips forward a few times
and came in Aya's mouth. He hung limply in the manacles as his heavy breathing filled the room.
Aya raised his head and licked his lips like a cat. "Mmmmm, that was
nice for starters but we have a long night ahead of us." Bradley stared at Aya through dazed eyes.
Aya got to his feet and went over to the table where the CD player was and came back with a little flask. "You know what this is?"
And not waiting for an answer Aya said, "Since Yohji and Schu are
using the massage oil. I had to be a bit created." Aya smiled
mischievously at the American. "It's salad dressing oil. Vinegar and
oil I believe." Aya poured a drop on his finger and stuck it into Bradley's mouth. Bradley sucked and licked the digit rolling it around in his mouth savoring the tangy taste.
Removing his finger he brushed his tongue against the precog's
lips. Aya walked around behind Bradley and pushed the slacks down to the floor. He cupped one of Bradley's butt
cheeks and caressed the soft flesh. Aya poured the oil all
over Bradley's back and front. Placing the bottle over to the
side on the floor, Aya began to rub the oil over Bradley's
shoulders, down his back and over his ass. Bradley jumped
with a start as he felt the other's hand slip in-between the
crevice of his ass and sighed soon afterwards as a finger
of said hand stroked the puckered flesh.
The older man squirmed and pulled at his manacles wanting to
be free. "Aya." His voice was a husky growl that sounded
barely above a whisper. Aya reached his free hand to the front
of Bradley and twisted a nipple. The older man moaned and
leaned his head back to rest on Aya's shoulder. He quickly
sought out the mouth of the younger man and thrust his
tongue inside Aya's mouth.
Bradley groaned into Aya's mouth as the Japanese man
slipped one oiled finger into his ass. Then he slid in another and began thrusting in and out of Bradley's tight
opening. He jerked his mouth away from the other's
gasping in breath. "Oh God . . . Aya . . . No, stop."
But Aya just laughed huskily in the precog's ear and nipped
at the man's earlobe sucking it into his mouth. "Feels good
doesn't it." He licked the back of Bradley's shoulder tasting
the tang of the salad oil. "You taste delicious. I'm going
to enjoy devouring you."
Bradley shivered and moaned when Aya removed his fingers. He
bit his bottom lip holding back the scream when Aya thrust
himself into his tight ass. Slowly, the red head began to
move. In and out, he thrust and grind his hips against Bradley. The American couldn't stifle the moan that slip from him as he began to push himself back against Aya's hard
length.
Feeling the excitement building at the base of his cock
Aya began to thrust savagely into Bradley. He reached
his hand to the other's groin and wrapped his hand
around Bradley's hard erection. The American thrust
his cock into the other's fist glad of the friction.
Aya felt the solid frame of the America tremble and knew
Bradley was close to completion. He leaned close to
Bradley's ear. "You're so fucking tight. I bet you never let
anyone ream you in the ass." Not waiting for an answer,
he continued. "Or maybe you have. It would be interesting
to see what sort of man was able to fuck the great Bradley
Crawford into the mattress."
Bradley couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this Aya
Fujimiya talking dirty to him? The Japanese man's deep
rough voice tingled down his spine causing him to thrust
faster into Aya's fist.
"I bet you're a screamer." He husked against the other's ear. "Scream for me Brad."
"No. . .God . . . I can't . . . I won't. . ."
"Still trying to be defiant. Go on scream Brad. There's no one
here. I've searched this entire building. There's no one
here but us." He tugged on Bradley's nipple painfully hard.
"Fuck Bradley, SCREAM!"
Not being able to hold back any longer. Bradley Crawford,
the cold cynical bastard of Schwartz released a soul
shattering scream that echoed through the room as he
came in Aya's hand. And upon hearing the great Bradley
scream, Aya came inside his lover.
Bradley hung limply between the pillars as Aya rested his forehead against the back of the American's head. Brushing
his sweat damp hair to the side Aya kissed the back of
Bradley's neck. Then he walked from
behind him and pulled up a chair and sat down to stare
up at the exhausted precog. He smiled.
Bradley wanted to scowl angrily at the younger man
but felt it would be lost because of his exhausted
state. Instead, he asked, "Could you please let my arms
down? This is very uncomfortable. Plus, it makes me
feel like a sacrificial virgin to some pagan God.
Aya stared at him in mock disbelief. "What? You mean you
didn't enjoy being my sacrificial virgin," and a wicked smile
settled on his face. "I enjoyed it." Bradley rolled his eyes
and shook his head. "Well, anyway, as I said the resort is
completely deserted. The remaining staff has all left and there
is no one here but us." Aya scooted the chair between Bradley's
thighs and placed his hands on the man's hips to settle the
American on his lap. Bradley watched curiously as Aya took off the purple ribbon and tied it around the precog's
neck. "Now, prepare yourself for round two Bradley
dear because we have all night."