Sanctuary

*Lemon Alert*

Chapter 8

Aya's head rested against Bradley's chest. The American stared up at the ceiling thinking
about tomorrow's challenge.

"Is something wrong?" asked Aya.

"I can't see the outcome of your fight tomorrow," said Bradley curling a red ear tail around
his finger.

"You think Muraki is blocking you again?"

"It wouldn't be the first time." He released Aya's hair. "Promise me something. Promise
me you will be careful when fighting Himura." Bradley began to massage the back of
Aya's neck. "He is a very dangerous man. Believe me when I say he is not called the
Hitokiri Battousai for nothing. The man is a demon. His skills as a swordsman is
second to none."

"I can handle myself." Aya was beginning to feel insulted that Bradley didn't
think he could protect himself.

Crawford sat up and pushed Aya onto his back. "I mean it Aya. Promise me you
will surrender if Himura should disarm you."

Feeling stubborn, Aya turned away from the elder man determined not to agree
to the man's request. Aya was not a coward. He had no intentions of
surrendering to anyone. He didn't surrender when he fought Schwartz and
Esset. He wasn't going to surrender to some sword swinging bogeyman.
Then Aya felt something wet fall against his cheek. Staring into Bradley's
face, tears fell from the American's eyes. "Brad, why are you crying?
This is so not like you."

"I don't care if it is out of character for me. I care about you. If
something should happen to you. I'll die."

Aya stared up at the man in stunned silence. Was Bradley Crawford
saying what Aya think the American was saying. He couldn't
be. . .Could he?"

"Bradley." Aya raised his hands up to Crawford’s face and wiped away
the tears. "Bradley, what are you trying to tell me?"

"That I . . .love you." Bradley brushed a stray strand of hair out of
Aya's face.

Aya laid still for a long time not saying anything staring up at the
older man. Not until he heard, the loud exhale of breath did Aya
realized that all the while he had been holding his breath. Bradley
said that he loved Aya. The red head sighed in relief and locked
his arms around the American's neck.

"I love you too," said Aya pulling the precog's head down for a kiss.

Bradley lowered his mouth to Aya's neck, and began to suck and nip
until a bright red mark appeared on the pale skin. Aya moaned as the older man's
tongue left a wet trail from his neck down to one pink nipple. While Bradley's
mouth continued to suck and lick one nipple. The American's hand pinched
and tugged at Aya's other nipple.

The precog's tongue moved even lower across Aya's quivering stomach.
Bradley's tongue stop to dart teasingly inside Aya's naval. Aya moaned
and squirmed beneath the older man's mouth. The Japanese man buried
his fingers into Bradley's hair tugging at it gently.

Bradley moved even lower as his mouth closed over the red head's stiff
arousal. Aya bit back a squeal as he felt the throat muscles of the
American close around his cock. Bradley's tongue went up and down the
length of Aya's arousal. While his hand massage and squeezed Aya's
balls.

Aya stiffened as he almost forgot how to breath when he felt Bradley's
tongue stabbing inside the entrance of his anus. It felt too good to be
true as Aya spread his legs wider wanting Bradley's tongue to go deeper.

Then Bradley got upon his knees and reached for the tube of lubricant
on the night stand and squeezed some of the gel on his cock. He
squeezed some on Aya's stiff arousal. Then the American laid on top of the
younger man and began rubbing his erection against Aya's erection. Following
Bradley's rhythm, Aya started grinding his crotch against Bradley's.

Aya pulled the precog's head down for a kiss. Pushing his tongue into the
American's mouth, Bradley bit and sucked on the Japanese man's tongue.
Bradley's lips left a trail of kiss from Aya's mouth to his ear.

"Oh shit! Brad. . .oooh. S-stop. . .I want you inside me." Aya's face was
flushed with desire. Aya's tone informed the American that the younger man
wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Grabbing the lube again, Bradley squeezed some onto his fingers. Rubbing
the gel over the entrance to Aya's ass, the precog gently pushed one
finger into the Japanese man's tight ass. Aya moaned and gasped as the
American pushed in a second finger and finally a third. And when he rubbed
up against Aya's prostate, the slighter man stuffed his fist into his mouth
to stifle the cry that was threatening to burst from him.

Bradley twists and thrust his fingers into Aya a few more times before
finally removing them. Aya removed his fist and gasped in air. Their
breathing was heavy and thick as they sucked the hot air into their lungs.
Beads of sweats rolled down the precog's face to fall into the sweat covered
face of his lover.

Aya moaned when he felt something hard and slick push its way into
him. Bradley kissed the young man on the lips as he began to move
slowly. Thrusting in and out, grinding his hips against Aya's ass. He pulled
out a little and slammed back in sending ripple after ripple of pleasure
through Aya's body. Aya wrapped his long legs around Bradley's waist
pulling the older man closer. Bradley's hand caught hold of Aya's slick, throbbing
erection and began stroking the Japanese man.

As the tension at the base of his cock started to build, the deep penetrating
thrusts began to quicken. Bradley tugged and stroked on his red head
lover's cock until in a shower of blinding light Aya squirted his come in
Bradley's hand. Bradley feeling the tension in his own body building, buried
his face in Aya's hair. He thrust into Aya a few more times and at last,
spewed his essence into his lover.

The American collapsed on top of his lover. He sighed and laid down beside
his lover. Bradley pulled Aya close to him and nuzzled his lips against Aya’s
neck.

"I love you, Bradley," Aya whispered to the precog and wrapped his arms
around the man's neck.

"I love you too. But promise me, you will come back to me," said Bradley
sleepily. “I’ve already lost Marlene. I’ll die if I lost you as well. So promise me.”

Aya's eyelids were so heavy with exhaustion, but he was able to answer
the other's question. "I promise." And as the words left his mouth a second
later the American was gently snoring in his ear. And a second later, Aya
was sound asleep.
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The next morning Yohji and Schuldig walked into the kitchen. Aya was at the
stove fixing himself a cup of coffee while Bradley sat at the table reading the
newspaper.

"Good morning," said Yohji.

Aya just grunted. Bradley spared the two men a glance, said a quick good
morning and went back to reading the paper.

A minute later Ken walked into the kitchen followed by Farfarello a few seconds
later.

"I made breakfast for everyone this morning," said Aya calmly.

"Uh, Aya," said Ken frowning and sitting at the table. "You're awfully calm this
morning considering."

"Considering what?" Aya took a sip of his coffee.

"He means you're calm considering you have a duel with a sword wielding
nutcase in half an hour," said Schuldig.

"Getting upset and worrying will not help me." When Aya was finished with his
coffee he washed and rinsed the cup out and put it away.

"Hey, what's in the box?" asked Yohji. Sitting in the middle of the table was a
small box.

Crawford put the paper down and opened the box. He took out six , round
campaign buttons. But instead of having a politician name on it, each button
had one of their names on it.

"What are we suppose to do with these?" asked Ken picking out the button
that had his name.

"You wear them. After you defeat your opponent, you take his button," said
Bradley. "I received this early this morning. Also Muraki will be sending a
car by to pick each of us up."

"I still don't like this." Ken slammed his fist against the table. "This reeks of
a trap."

"I agree with Kenken," said Yohji. "I don't trust that guy."

"Neither do I, but we have no choice in the matter," said Crawford pushing
his glasses back upon his nose. "We have to follow his rules. It's the only
way to get Nagi and Omi back."

Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. "Well, I guess its time for me
to go." Aya picked up his katana off the counter and took the button with his
name on it.

"Good luck Aya," said Ken giving him the thumbs up.

"Yeah, go kick some bad guys’ ass," said Yohji winking at his friend.

"Right. Thanks." Aya turned and was about to walk out when Crawford
spoke.

"Remember your promise Fujimiya." Crawford went back to reading his
newspaper. "I'm holding you to your word."

Aya just grunted and walked out the kitchen. They heard the door open
and then close.

"Brad. . ." Schuldig was about to say something but the American
silenced him.

"Eat your breakfast Schu. We have work to do." The precog didn't bother
to look at any of them. He knew what Schuldig was going to ask him. Aren't you
afraid? Aren't you worried that your lover could be seriously hurt or killed by
the psycho swordsman? Hell, of course he's worried. Bradley was
terrified out of his mind, but what could he do? What can any of them do? If
he showed up at the site. Muraki could hurt the boys. But at the same time,
he could end up loosing the man he loves. Damn that Muraki, why couldn't
he have died when the Elders died.
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It was seven o'clock straight up when the taxi arrived at the docks. Aya
stepped out of the cab and the car drove away. A man was standing at the
end of the pier. The stranger walked towards Aya with a sheath sword in
hand. When the man was no more than twenty feet away. Aya cocked a brow
in surprise. The man had a head of fiery red hair that he kept in a ponytail
with long bangs cradling his face.

Sapphire colored eyes were cold and emotionless as they seemed to strip away
flesh, blood and bones laying bare the other red head's soul. Aya had to force
himself not to shiver under the icy stare. And on the right side of his face was
an x-shaped scar.

"So, I take it you are the terrible Hitokiri Battousai, Kenshin Himura," said
Aya giving the man an emotionless, icy glare.

"Yes, and I take it that you are one of the cats whose claws tore down Esset
and the Elders."

Aya nodded his head. "I am Abyssinian."

"I heard you were good with a sword." Kenshin raised his sword up to eye
level and unsheathed his weapon.

Aya frowned in puzzlement. "But that's a. . ."

". . .reversed blade sword." The older red head said. "Some people considers
a reversed blade sword useless. They are right. It is useless. That is, to a
person who don't know how to use it. I, however, know how to use my
weapon." He smiled at Aya. "Shall I give you a personal demonstration,
Abyssinian?" Kenshin lunged towards Aya with weapon raised. Aya barely had
time to raise his katana in defense.

"I smell blood on you, kitten," said Kenshin smiling.

Aya's violet eyes began to smolder in rage. How dare this snot face bastard
say he smells blood on Aya. When, according to Bradley, this cock sucking
bastard is worst than Farfarello on a rampage.

"I don't nearly have as much blood on me as you do," retorted Aya icily. "Now,
let's get this over with."

"As you wish."

And the two swordsmen clashed in battle.