Kidnapped

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Chapter 9

Omi bolted from his sleep with a start. His sudden movement had
awakened Nagi.

\"What\'s wrong Omi?\" Nagi asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Omi sat up against the headboard and sighed. \"I was dreaming
about when I was kidnapped as a child . . . My father refused to
pay the ransom.\" He raked shaky fingers through his sweat
dampened hair. \"Until this day, I still don\'t understand why my
father didn\'t pay the ransom.\"

Nagi bit his bottom lip contemplating whether he should tell Omi
the truth. How do you tell someone that the person you called
father since birth, really isn\'t? Would he be glad? Or would it
break his heart?

\"What would you do if things weren\'t what they appeared?\" asked
the younger boy.

\"I don\'t understand what you are asking.\"

\"Maybe I said it wrong. How would you react if you found out that
Reiji Takatori wasn\'t your father?\"

Omi frowned. \"Why? Do you know something you\'re not telling
me?\"

\"No, it\'s just that I never knew my parents. But I find it hard to
believe that any father would leave his son in the hands of
kidnappers.\" He scratched the side of his head. \"I was just
wondering how you would feel.\"

\"I don\'t know how I would feel.\" Omi pulled his legs up against
his chest and rested his chin on his knees. \"I suppose one
would think I would be glad he wasn\'t my father. But that
would open up an assortment of problems. If Reiji wasn\'t my father.
Who was? It would also mean that my entire life. . .who I am
is a lie. I may hate my father but he is my father.\"

\"Would it really upset you to know that Reiji wasn\'t your father?\"

Omi narrowed his eyes at the young boy. \"Why are you so
interested in my answer?\"

\"No reason. I was just. . .curious.\" Nagi shrugged his shoulders
and rested his head on the older boy\'s shoulder.

Omi doubted it, but he did not want to pressure the boy. Whatever
it was he was trying to find out Omi decided to let the telekinetic
tell him in his own time. He put his arm around Nagi\'s shoulder
and the younger boy winced in pain. Pulling his arm away
quickly, Omi cursed himself for his stupidity. The younger teen
had only returned to their room three hours ago bruised and
battered after his. . .session with one of JJ\'s clients.

\"I\'m sorry, Nagi.\" Omi raised a hand and wiped away a stray
tear that slipped down the younger boy\'s eyes.

\"It\'s okay. It didn\'t hurt that bad,\" he turned to face Omi with a
bright smile plastered on his face. Omi hated that fake smile he
would show to him. Trying to be strong when all he wanted to do
was scream. When all he should do is scream. JJ was a
monster. . .one of the dark beasts he had hunted when he was
Bombay of Weiss. Omi thought that he would gladly become
Bombay once again if only to shove that pervert bastard\'s nuts
down his throat.

\"Something bothering you?\"

Omi shook his head and smiled. \"Go back to sleep. Omi kissed
the top of Nagi\'s head. \"Good night.\"

\"Good night.\" They laid down. Nagi nuzzled his lips against Omi\'s
neck and fell fast asleep.
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It was two a. m. in the morning and Bradley Crawford sat slumped
in the leather chair in his office. After working nonstop at his
computer since they arrived in Hong Kong. The precog had refused
advice from everyone and continued to stay up from dusk until dawn.
He had to find his young ward. After finding Nagi on the street,
dirty and terrified, the boy was like a wild animal. He tried to be
firm with the frightened boy and grabbed him by the hand. Big
mistake. The young boy sunk his teeth deep into his hand
breaking the skin and tasting blood. When the child saw that
the strange American wasn\'t going to let go. Nagi sent a
swift knee to the groin which had him bending over in agonizing
pain.

The little brat certainly could take care of himself even if he
did possess telekinetic power. He was so glad that they
was in an alley and not out in public. So, Crawford just pulled
the boy into his arms and held on to him as though he was
a lifeline. Nagi had fought against the warm embrace knowing
it to be a lie. No one cared about him and no one was
going to save him from a life of destitute. Bradley guessed
they must have stood that way for an fifteen minutes. The boy
fighting and him just holding the boy. Until at last, Nagi
must have realized that the American wasn\'t going to let
go. When the wild boy finally settled down, Bradley let him
go and the boy bolted like a frightened deer.

Arriving at the little dirty box, he called home behind a little dress
shop. The boy was shocked to see the American leaning against
the brick wall beside his little box. He was about to run when
Bradley stopped him. The American held out a sandwich to the
boy and told him, \'No matter what. I will never hurt you.\' Then
he walked out of the alley. And a few seconds later, Nagi came
out and followed him back to his hotel, back to Esset and to
a life of servitude to the Elders.

The precog was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion
from staying up late and constantly using his power. Dark
puffy circles had formed around his eyes. He took his glasses
off and rubbed his tired, red-rimmed eyes. Over the years,
the boy began to trust them. Well, at least him and Schuldig,
it took him a long while to get use to Farfarello. The insane
Irishman had tried several times to hurt the boy. The first
time, Nagi had used his power to slammed the psychotic
man against the ceiling and there he remained until
Bradley and Schuldig returned.

But as time went by, they had become. . .a family. Bradley
realized that he would probably search the city for Schuldig
and Farfarello. Without him even knowing it, those three
troublesome assassin . . . ex-assassins had become very
important to him.

At that, he had to smile. Him. Bradley Crawford had a
dysfunctional yet functional family. He liked the way that
sounded. Family. Bradley turned to his computer and
hit the power. Connecting to the web, he began his long
search again.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. It was after two
in the morning. Who in the hell, besides himself, was still up
at that ungodly hour. Aya poked his head in.

\"Can I come in?\"

\"Sure.\" Bradley rubbed his tired eyes once more and put
his glasses back on. Everything was fuzzy and he was
feeling a little thud in the back of his head. \"What can I do
for you?\"

Aya walked in carrying a tray of food. \"You didn\'t come to
dinner. So, I thought I would bring you something.\"

\"Thank you.\"

Aya placed a plate of steamed stir-fry vegetables and chicken
on the desk. \"You look exhausted. Have you been asleep?\"

Bradley stared at him over the rim of his glasses. \"You sound like
my mother.\"

Aya blushed and turned away to stare at the bookcase. It had books
on top of books. The man must love to read. Or else it could be some
of those phony book frames, you would find at a novelty shop. He
turned to stare at the American when the man spoke.

\"Sleep.\" To Bradley the word seemed strange to him. He shrugged
his shoulders, picked up his fork and began to eat. He was quiet
for a while as Aya sat down on the other side and watched the
man. \"I can\'t even think of sleeping. Not until I have Nagi back safe
and sound,\" came his slurred voice.

\"I understand how you feel, but working yourself to death will not
let you find him any quicker.\"

\"I know, but I have to keep busy. I don\'t want to think.\" The American
stood and went to a miniature bar in the corner. He poured himself
a glass of scotch. He turned and offered a drink to the younger
man. Aya declined.

Crawford stood at the window looking out at the view of the city.

\"I\'m afraid Fujimiya. I\'m afraid that if I stop to think. The
nightmares will come back.\"

\"Nightmares?\" Aya arched a red brow in surprise. \"You. Afraid.
I find that hard to believe.\"

\"Assassin or not, we are all still human.\" Bradley leaned his head
forward and pressed his forehead against the windowpane. \"Before
I was dragged into becoming an assassin for Esset. I was married
once. Her name was Marlene Vincent. She was killed in an
airplane crash. I had my first vision minutes before the plane went
down. I could do nothing. I just stood there in the
terminal and watched as the plane nose dived crashing into the
runway.

When she died. I died as well. I sunk into a deep depression and
drank myself into oblivion every night. That\'s when Esset grabbed
me. After the intense training I went through to learn to control my
power, they teamed me up with an obnoxious German and an insane
Irishman. Those two were a handful at times. Farf\'s hatred towards
God was frightening at times. Then there was Schu\'s drug and
drinking problem. I really thought the Elders had gone mad
assigning such nut cases to me. I use to think they did it because
no one else wanted to put up with their extreme behavior. They
were mad at the world and I guess I understood what they were
feeling. I was pretty pissed off also. And when Nagi finally came
along, I guess I sort of stepped into the role of big brother for Schu
and Farf, and father figure for Nagi.

After my wife died, I didn\'t think I would care abut anyone ever
again. Somehow, each one had penetrated that hard shell I
encased my heart in and awakened my cold heart.\" He sat the
glass on the windowsill. \"And it felt nice. I wanted to keep
that feeling but I also knew that it would die in the confines of
Esset.\"

Aya sat silently and listened as the older man revealed more about
himself. It never occurred to the red head that the ex-Schwartz
leader was once married. But then it goes to show that what you
think you know about someone isn\'t the gospel.

Aya could sympathize with the man. He knows what it feels like
to have a member of your family taken away. The corner of his
lips twitched into a smirk as he remembered that it was Crawford
and his group that had kidnapped his comatose sister. And he
didn\'t stop not until he got her back.

\"We\'ve all come a long way in a short time,\" said Crawford softly.

Aya looked up to see the American had turned from the window and
was watching him. He was remembering the kidnapping as well.

\"I\'m sorry.\"

Aya\'s jaw dropped in disbelief. Did Crawford just apologize?

\"F-for what?\" The younger man had to ask.

\"For taking your sister and putting her in so much danger.\"

Oh my God! Was he serious? Yes, he was. The pain and hurt
was evident in the other\'s tired silvery blue eyes. Aya realized
that he wasn\'t mad at the man. After all, he was only following
orders just as he followed the orders of Kritiker. But would he
actually, kidnap someone\'s comatose sister. Well, he didn\'t want
to think about it. His sister was awake, well and going to school
now. And the most amazing thing of all, she understood when
she found out that for the past two years he had been an
assassin.

Aya looked up at the man into his tired eyes. He got to his feet
and walked over to the older man. He took Crawford by the
hand and led him over to the leather couch. He unbutton the suit
jacket and removed it.

\"What are you doing?\" Crawford asked staring at the red head
startled.

\"Well, you need to relax.\" He undid the necktie. The he began
to unbutton Crawford\'s shirt, the older man caught Aya\'s hand,
stopping him.

\"I don\'t know what you\'re up to but it\'s not going to work,\" he
warned in a tired voice.

\"Baka. Lie down on the sofa.\" Aya smiled demurely. \"I can help
you to relax. Now, lie down on the sofa.\"

\"I don\'t. . .\"

\"Just do as I say. Please.\"

Bradley sighed heavily, but obeyed him all the same. He was
sprawled out on the large, soft couch and rested his head
against the cushion at one end. Aya removed Bradley\'s shoes
and then kicked off his own shoes. The younger man stretched
out beside Brad. There was enough room for both of them
as long as they lay close.

\"Exactly what are you doing Fujimiya?\" he muttered suspiciously.
\"I don\'t have time for games.\"

He looked down into the aristocratic, square-jawed face of
Crawford. He removed the older man\'s eyeglasses and placed
them on the end table beside the lamp.

\"Really, I think a few games is exactly what you need.\" Aya
murmured, his fingers drifting down to the third button of his
shirt. \"A few interesting games to take your mind off all your
worries for a little while. Have you ever played a game called
\'forfeits\', Brad.\" Aya\'s hand crept under the fine material to find
warm, supple skin underneath. His hand slid across Crawford\'s
rigidly tense muscles, coaxing them into the first stage of
relaxation.

\"Now, here\'s the one and only rule. You do as I say. If you
break this rule you\'ll have to pay a forfeit.\"

\"What kind of f-forfeit?\" the American asked through chattering
teeth.

\"This is what I love about the game,\" he told the other softly.
\"I\'ll decide as we go along. Let\'s start with a little of this.\" One
fingertip lightly touched the hard peak of his nipple where it
thrust against the soft cotton of his shirt. Crawford back
arched upward to the hand wanting him to do more.

\"You liked that, didn\'t you.\" It wasn\'t a question.

All the older man could do was moan his agreement. He raised
one hand and caressed the outline of Aya\'s firm muscular chest.

The younger man grabbed Bradley\'s hand and pushed it away. \"No
touching,\" he warned. \"Not unless you want me to stop right
now.\" Although he didn\'t mean it. Aya felt his own desire grow
hot and hard in his pants.

Bradley let his hand fall away.

\"Very good, you deserve a reward.\" He pressed a feather light
kiss along the corner of the American\'s mouth. Bradley moaned
and arched his body off the sofa. Bradley\'s silvery blue eyes
darkened a shade, and Aya sensed a slight weakening of the
other\'s ironclad self-control.

\"No don\'t . . .Aya.\" Bradley began, but there was no conviction in
his voice as he made no move to quell the younger man\'s roaming
hand and lips.

Aya undid the rest of the buttons opening Bradley’s shirt. Aya leaned down
latching his lips onto one taunt nipple. Bradley moaned while clutching his
hands into fists. Then Aya moved to the other circling his tongue around
the erect nub. Bradley opened his mouth to a silent scream as he thrust
his nipple into the red head’s mouth. Then he began to leave a trail of
butterfly kisses against the warm skin at the base of the other’s throat. Aya
rubbed his cheek luxuriously against Bradley’s chest. Resting his cheek
against the precog’s breastbone, he could her the erratic thumping of
Bradley’s heart.

Aya’s own heart was pounding so fast that he could hardly breathe, he
felt the older man’s own hands hesitantly move, gripping the red head’s
narrow waist. The precog pulled Aya down keeping the younger man
tightly against his body.

\"How did that feel?\" Aya asked tremulously.

Bradley didn\'t answer, his mouth was busy exploring every inch
of Aya\'s soft skin that he could reach. When he encountered the
edge of the younger man\'s T-shirt, he gave a small grunt of
frustration and flipped the red head onto his back.

So much for playing games. Aya gasped when Bradley tore the
shirt open, but he did not care. All that mattered was the touch
of his hands and mouth on the red head\'s hot, fevered body.

A dormant volcano. That is the only way to describe Bradley\'s
sleeping sexuality. Now, the young red head had deliberately
awakened the volcano, forgetting what a volatile force of nature it
was. Aya should be afraid, but he wasn\'t. His body purred
shamelessly under the older man\'s sensual assault. His
nipples harden achingly under the moist touch of Crawford\'s
tongue. Stomach muscles contracted wildly. Slick skin rubbed
against slick skin fanning wave after wave of heat. Then his lips
were against the younger man\'s, burning its brand onto Aya\'s
bruised lips marking him for life.

\"Dammit! I need you now!\" Bradley rolled over on top of Aya trapping
him beneath the crushing weight of his body with the full force
of his desire pressed hard against Aya\'s own stiffening erection.

\"Shit! Take me now, Brad.\" Aya squirmed beneath the older
man. Putting his hand between their bodies, he cupped and
squeezed Bradley\'s balls. The American sucked in a hissing
breath as unsteady hands fumbled with the button to Aya\'s
pants. The younger man had to help him unbutton his jeans.
Bradley tugged violently at the material.

\"Hell, why do you kittens have to wear such provocative, sexy,
tight clothes.\" Bradley pulled the pants off and threw them to the
floor. Immediately, he tore off his own shirt and pants. Crawford
opened the drawer of the nightstand beside the couch and
took out an untouched tube of lubricate. He quickly broke the
seal, opened the cap and squeezed a big glob onto his throbbing
cock.

The American sighed as the gel was cool against his hot, aching
arousal. Aya rubbed the gel up and down the length of Crawford
erection. Bradley squeezed some on his fingers and smeared
it around the entrance of Aya\'s ass. He thrust a finger in and
out. Once the red head was nice and slippery. Bradley removed
the finger and thrust his aching shaft into Aya\'s semi prepared
body. The younger man bit his bottom lip to hold back the
scream.

\"God, I\'m sorry Aya, but I can\'t take this any longer.\" He thrust
faster and deeper into the lithe body of the other. Wrapping his
hand around Aya\'s erection, Bradley stroked the other\'s cock
in time with his thrusts. The tempo of their desire rose, swirling
up and up until Aya spurted his essence over his chest and
Bradley\'s fingers.

With a few quick thrusts Bradley erupted and spewed his
fluid into Aya\'s sated body. He collapsed on top of the
younger man. His body still hot, damp and heavy against his.

Bradley Crawford was swallowed up by the total exhaustion that
had dogged him for days. Aya cradled the American\'s dark
head against his chest.

Finally, his own eyes closed and he too fell asleep.
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It was late when Bradley awakened alone. Was it a dream? Did he
really made incredible love to the red head leader of Weiss, or
ex-leader of Weiss? Although he has slept with several women
before and a few men not once had he ever felt this elated. So
relaxed and warm. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he reached for
his glasses and put them on his nose. He looked at the wall
clock. It was past noon. He sat and glared down at the blanket
covering his naked body. Aya. Bradley smiled, touched by the
concern of the younger man. Wrapping the blanket around him like
a toga, he pushes himself up off the couch and walked towards
the door. Pinned to the door was a note. He yanked it down
and read.

Brad
We have decided to continue the search without you for today. I
will go with Yohji and Schuldig. You should stay here and rest
before you drop dead of exhaustion. I know you are worried
about Nagi. I’m worried about Omi, but killing yourself won’t
help Nagi.

Now, if we’re not back by lunchtime. You should really eat
something. If not for your sake. Do it for your family. They are
worried about you . . . And so am I.

Have to go. Yohji is getting anxious. See you soon.

Aya

Crawford sighed. Aya really didn\'t know him, did he. When it
comes to those three, Bradley would walk to hell and back. He
frowned slightly. This is so unlike the precog. But he didn\'t
mind at all. The American went into the bathroom and took a
quick shower. Then he got dressed. Straightening his tie,
Bradley picked up his gun and put it in the holster behind his
back. He took a long look at himself in the mirror and let the
ghost of a smirk touch the corner of his lips. Then he turned from
the mirror and walked out.