A not so bloody Valentine

Part 13 ~I still can’t believe it’s you~


The man in front of him nodded, offering a small smile.

“Let me explain before you saying anything…please”. His eyes were pleading and Farferello felt himself nodding as he sat down in one of the chairs.

“I’ve liked you…for a long time. I couldn’t show it though…it was hard, especially over this week now, showing my thoughts or feelings when you were happy or sad”.

Farferello watched as the other man sat down opposite him at the candle lit table.

“Why did you do all this? Why didn’t you just tell me?” As he was saying it Farferello was thinking the same, he hadn’t told the man before him that he had truly wanted him also. He had to hide the large grin and happiness at his admirer being the one he truly wanted from before. He wanted to play for now.

“I wanted to show you I did have feelings for you and that I could be romantic and silly and sweet. I wanted to show you there was a different side to me…”

He stopped at the wave of Farferello’s hand and looked up, from picking at his shirt.

“Why don’t we eat first, then you can talk to me about everything okay…I was hungry after traipsing around after your notes”.

The other nodded and blushed a little as he leant over to remove the covers from the plates, so the food kept warm. Placing them on the floor he offered Farferello an awkward smile, shifting a little in embarrassment.

“Are you going to eat or watch me? After all you did spend time cooking and setting this up”.

The other looked up from the table, and took his cutlery, trying to curse himself silently for going even redder.

Farferello smiled at that, and then again when he noticed the band-aid on the man’s r han hand and sniggered a little.

“I see the birds did get you”.

Cheeks flushed a little as wine was poured for both.

“When I planned this it wasn’t on my route but I needed time to set everything up whilst you was gone, it took me about three attempts to get the search long enough. I was surprised no one noticed me leaving but I chose my moments when you were out”.

Farferello nodded and smiled, taking a sip of the wine and blinking, not use to its richness.

“How did you get away from the mission?”

He’d wondered this since he’d seen him. Playing with the tablecloth the other twitched nervously.

“I said Takatori wanted me with him to play poker in the back rooms, and for the others to keep their eye out but have fun and not get into trouble, they were either to drunk or to busy eating to notice”.

Brown eyes met single amber and Farflo llo laughed.

“I never had you for a liar like that Crawford…I must be a bad influence”.

Crawford smiled, that shocking in itself. “You must be Farfie…”

And so they settled down to eat. Both happy that the other hadn’t yelled at them yet, and hoping something good would come from the truth being finally revealed.

Part 14 ~ you look wonderful tonight ~

As they ate, they both watched each other, more intent on that than eating. Crawford had to visibly pick his jaw up from the ground when he’d first sFarfFarferello. Of course he’d seen him bare chested before, but patching his wounds up was different to this. Right now Farferello had his gifts on and he’d dressed up solely for him and it made him happy. His eyes took in the contours of the Irishman’s lean body. The pale milkiness of it alluring, and contrasted against the red of his clothing made him appreciate leathers and mesh even more. The scars appearing over him just made him that much more unique and alluring. Someg yog you shouldn’t have but wanted none the less. In his own little world of staring at Farferello he didn’t notice the other doing the same.

Farferello was grinning at the way Crawford was looking at him, deliberately shifting and slumping so his pants slid tightly down his body and his shirt rid up his stomach, all whilst eating and trying to look inconspicuous. The older man failed to not notice when his eyes seemed tg oug out of his head before licking his lips, soon covering it with a sip of wine, pretending he was thirsty. Crawford was wearing an outfit Farferello would never think to see him in. It was a suit but much different from the yellow atrocity with many shirts, waistcoat, ties and other things to make him look 10 pounds bigger. Now he was just in a black vest shirt, which scooped at the neck, and a dark slate coloured suit, jacket form fitting, trousers tailored to show his figure off. The Irishman licked his lips not caring that his gaze was noticed, when the American’s eyes darkened.

Both could freely look at the other, without being afraid of being caught. By now Crawford was beginning to think that Farferello might like him the same way.

In fact he prayed it.

“I didn’t know you could cook like this…or did you gake-ake-out from an Italian?”

Farferello grinned, a teasing note to his voice and watched as the American slightly choked on a meatball.

“I can cook quite well, it’s just my food is never appreciated by most and I never have time to cook meals”.

He snorted slightly with a hurt look, dabbing at his face with a napkin.

“Well if it’s meals like this we can make time…better than take out, makes you fat”.

He smiled eating down the delicious food, looking up when Crawford made a noise.

“There’s not an inch of fat on you”. He coughed a little when Farferello’s gaze burned at him, a hand resting on his own stomach, stroking the skin as if to see it was true.

“Been looking?”

His voice definitely had implications to it, and the American decided to ignore the question.

“Well…you look nice…I see the vouchers weren’t wasted on anything”.

Farferello nodded and stood, giving him a twirl, pretending to not here the gasp when he turned his back to Crawford, the leather of his pants nicely incasing his butt.

“Nope, well spent…now maybe if I can get you in there…Nagi found some interesting…things…”

He sucked a meatball into his mouth, licking his lips seductively. Crawford had to bite down on what he was eating to stop a whimper.

“No way will I be getting anything from there”. He scoffed a little, the glow he was in by the burning candles hiding his blush a little”.

Farferello pressed on though.

“When I asked you about sex, you didn’t answer me because of tonight right?” He ignored Crawford’s eyes growing wider behind his glasses and grinned.

“I found some… very interesting things when I was looking on the computer you know, and Schu has quite a history”.

He sucked the pasta from the fork in his hand grinning when Crawford moved a little in his seat.

/I thought *I* was suppose to be seducing him/

Crawford coughed and met his gaze. “You shouldn’t believe everything you’re told on the Internet or by Schuldig for that matter”.

He finished his food quickly, reaching for the napkin to wipe the sauce he’d gotten on his chin, only to have the Irishman lean over and lick it off before sitting back in his chair like he had been before.

“But I want to Crawfy…”

He smiled at him, stretching a little in his chair, grinning that he’d gotten away with the nickname whilst the other was to stupefied.

“Tha-that’s nice…”

Crawford stood up after he’d gathered his wits and the tightening in his pants was less noticeable, and collected the plates to take them into the kitchen, only to have Farferello follow.

“We need to talk”.

Crawford turned, nodding, mouth going dry again when he saw Farferello stretching languidly along the entrance to the kitchen.

“That we do…”

Farferello grinned returning back to the living room to collect the wine and their glasses before blowing out the candles and turning off the light.

“Maybe we should talk in your room…less distractions and no smells of food hmm?”

Crawford blinked and nodded, allowing Farferello to tug him into his room, door closing softly. He moved to his dimmer switch, placing it on high before Farferello moved it to a lower digit.

“Hurts my eye so bright”.

He poured him a glass of wine, pulling Crawford’s jacket off before he sat down in the middle of the bed, cross-legged.

“I can’t talk to you behind me”. He whispered, and waited for Crawford to join him.

“Where do I start?” Crawford sat against the headboard, kicking off his shoes to not spoil the bed and faced the Irishman.

“From the beginning, when you first came up with this plan”.

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