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Lola	By : HMica Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Lola pt 2

Author: Topaz Kat

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Yeah, right... of course I own Weiss, this Takahito Koyasu, a complete fraud. (note: sarcasm)

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            Crawford walked with care, for even though he knew that his new target wouldn't be able to hear him above the noise of the music, he didn't want his presence known before he was near him. It would make it more amusing to see the swordsman flustered so close up.

            The music's beat was picking up a lot more, and so were the many people dancing around him. One of the things that he was not surprised by was that the everyone on the floor seemed to be really getting into the music, dancing and grinding against each other. What did surprise him was finding that Abyssinian was doing the same thing, and also that he didn't look as silly as many of the others while dancing with those around him. That much was very obvious, that he was dancing on his own, but was also that he looked so much better. He wasn't grinding in the mosh pit, he was thriving.

            He stalked quietly, keeping him in plain sight, planning on what he might be able to do to him best. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he crept up behind his target, and carefully drew a hand down his neck. The music had just changed, giving a sound of such sensuality that it was obviously made for seduction. He could feel the eyes of a few others around them watching as the two of them danced, slowly, sensuously.   He also could feel how tight Abyssinian was, ready to rip his arm off as soon as he turned around.

            The music kept up for a while longer, allowing him to draw his mark back towards an exit. At first he wondered where he had learned this trick, then remembered that it had been something that his target had used on occasion to lure his many victims. He could almost taste fresh air when the music stopped and the pleasure kitten in his arms turned suddenly, glaring at him with a wild cat's eyes.

            "Hello kitten," he smiled easily, greatly amused by the look of loathing mixed with embarrassment across his dancing partner's face. "I didn't know you liked to dress up this way Abyssinian but I must say that you do look lovely in a "little girl" black dress. The boots are a good touch too."

            Aya looked around a bit, trying to find where Yoji was hiding. He was supposed to have been watching his back, letting him know if anyone had gotten close to him, their target or otherwise: he was going to kill him. "Your own outfit belies you as well, makes you look a lot more pleasant than the sleaze you are."

            "Really?" Crawford asked pleasantly, leaning against the wall a bit. "I was told that red silk, black leather and silver chains suited me very well. Tell me, are you here on assignment? You look as if you're on a hunt."

            Aya sighed softly, then nodded his head. In all likelihood, their target had no connection with the man in front of him. For one thing, he couldn't have afforded Swartz as a bodyguard team. "Yes, we're supposed to take out a man who's been hunting... 'trannies' I think was the word I was told. His name's-"

            "Takashi Endymion," Crawford slipped in, letting Aya know that he did indeed know his target. "We've been looking for him too. Two victims back, he took out a top lawyer's lover. She was very distraught by it and asked us to go take care of her fiance's killer. I take it they sent you to play bait?" He still looked amused about it.

            Aya huffed cutely, crossing his arms, irritated at being seen like this. "If you must know, yes."

            The American nodded, "smart move on your parts. Balinese and Siberian would look lousy in a dress and Bombay would have been carded no matter how much make-up you put on him. Yours is very nice by the way, just enough to confuse." The slight pink he got at his response told him that the red head was not entirely thrilled about being seen like this. He had to admit, Schuldich had been right, teasing his kitty-counterpart was far more fun then lurking in the rafters.

            "In all likelihood," he began, trying to calm the kitten down so as not to get his eyes scratched out, "if he was here, he'd have picked you up by now, so don't feel depressed that you didn't get to slaughter something in revenge for having to wear that get up."

            Aya rolled his eyes cutely, looked around the club once more, his head starting to hurt again from the noise. He turned back to the exit door and shrugged simply. There was no other reason for him to stay there right then, he might as well head out. Besides the heels on his boots were killing him.

            He was surprised to feel the hand on the small of his back as he walked to the door, then to have another hand rest above his on the handle before he could pull it open. He turned, glaring at Crawford, "what are you doing?"

            "Leaving. I doubt very much that you are enjoying this racket anymore than I am. This gives me a chance to escape easily." With that, the leader of Swartz pulled the door open and helped the red head through. He'd gotten him through one door, now he just needed to get him through to another for the very best end to the night.

            It was the gasping sounds that first caught their attention, heavy panting and breathing coming from the alleyway they were walking into. A man looked up from the "woman" he was necking with and smiled at Brad. "You have picked a lovely choice I must say, she must be edible." The look in his eyes was half blood lust and half plain lust, showing exactly how dangerous Endymion-san was. There was a good chance that the person he was with was going to be his next victim.

            Crawford felt Abyssinian stiffen against his body, prepared to strike. He gently wrapped his arm about his body so that he wouldn't leap out and attack the man in front of him. He could tell just by the way that Aya was dressed that he couldn't be carrying his katanna. He reached easily into the back of his jacket and pulled out his gun, pointing it at his target. He had seen the pictures of the man's victims, not even Farfarello had liked them.

            Endymion looked up, shocked, "hey, wait a min-" he was cut off quickly by the bullet entering his throat. The transvestite with him let out a scream and ran off in the other direction.

            The shot had also brought out Endymion's bodyguard, who quickly snuck behind Aya and had grabbed him harshly, holding a knife to his throat. He glared at Crawford, "you're going to stay right there while the police come or your pretty pet gets his throat slashed." The glare the red head gave to the man holding him hostage was the only warning he got.

            Crawford blinked as the man let out a sudden cry that was quickly cut short. Abyssinian had first elbowed him in the stomach, then turned to throw a punch. While reaching back for his second attack, he reached past the edge of his skirt and pulled out a very sharp knife, one the Oracle recognized as a kaikan blade: a weapon carried by both female ninjas and ladies of the samurai class to protect their virtue from attack. The blade, once drawn, quickly sinks into the guard's chest, only to glide a few inches until he is dead.

            Wrenching the blade back, Aya kneels easily and uses the pant leg of his opponent to wipe of the excess blood. As he stood back up, he turned, realizing that Crawford was still staring at him, "it's small, but effective."

            The American smiled easily, watching as Aya raised his skirt up a bit and returned the knife to the sheath strapped to the side of his thigh; the image was strangely erotic, especially considering that the pair of fishnets just below it. He stepped forward a bit, knowing that he was well within the personal space of the fiery kitten, and gently graced his cheek with a tender touch.

            Brilliant violet eyes flashed at him, glaring nicely before softening a bit. "We work well together, I've noticed." He could feel the blood still pounding under the kitten's skin, the warmth radiating off of him was tempting to taste. He placed a small kiss at the corner of his target's mouth and was very pleased to not have his own throat cut or something else ripped off.

            Aya for his part, remained very still, rather startled and surprised by the dark man's forwardness. It was not a normal experience for a man to kiss him so suddenly, Yoji had tried once in jest and had recieved a split lip for his troubles. Why wasn't he bothered about it when this assassin had just done the same thing. "You're playing with me..."

            Crawford shook his head easily, "no, sweet kitten, I'm not playing with you. We hvae always had sparks between us, which was why we were so well suited to fighting each other." He smiled in a way that sent a shiver down the red head's back, "perhaps we should see if we work well in other areas as well since we're not trying to kill each other right now."

            Aya watched him carefully, wondering why he was even saying this "perhaps you're right."
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