Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ All The Better... ❯ Prey ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Not mine, dagnabbit!

 

AN: Here it is, Part Two. Enjoy! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Hey KD, can I get that whipped cream and Yohji with some sprinkles and caramel sauce?

 

xx: A lot of things I write don't make sense, and most situations would probably never happen. I'm a bit of a scatterbrain and I think it shows in my fics. My sense of humor is questionable too, sometimes. Thanks for your honesty!

 

Chapter Two: Prey

 

Ran jerked awake. Discomfort set in immediately.

 

He had fallen asleep after his caffeine frenzied impromptu jack off session over a younger version of his older teammate masturbating in a porno flick that he had found on his younger jailbait teammate's laptop.

 

`Shit'

 

Said Jailbait had been trying his best to get into their older teammate's tight pants. Now that Ran had a pretty fucking good idea of what was in those pants, he couldn't really blame the teen.

 

Didn't mean he was going to let him win.

 

He peeled his hand off the laptop, grimacing at the hand shaped splatter pattern on the machine, and vowed to clean it later. Placing the laptop under the bed gently, he stood and stretched. He felt surprisingly good. Despite all the dried come that was become irritatingly itchy. Ran hurried to his closet and pulled out a heavy dark blue Terry cloth bathrobe. Putting it on to cover himself completely, he grabbed his soiled clothes that he had thrown wildly in his need to get to his erection as fast as possible, he turned the shirt inside out to hide the mess, remembering that he had still had his pants on when he had come the first time before balling them up under his arm.

 

Cautiously he opened his door slowly, checking the hallway. Pleased to find it deserted, he began the walk to the bathroom.

 

“That color suits you.”

 

Ran froze with one hand on the bathroom doorknob. He had almost escaped! Why him, why now?!

 

Yohji moved silently down the hallway. Ran turned to glare as frostily as he could at the blonde, but found that it wasn't as easy to do when he felt like a pervert on the inside when faced with the person whom he had used as a visual aid to get off.

 

Not once, but twice. His legs still tingled.

 

Unable to help himself, he noticed the differences in this Yohji and compared them to Dorm Porn nineteen year old Yohji.

 

He immediately decided that he liked this one better. He noted the darker oak shades in the underside of Yohji's hair, appreciating the way they framed his neck better, and emphasizing the dark green of his eyes. I was a breathtaking contrast of color with his golden skin and Ran was suddenly willing his blood back to his brain. A quote he had come across popped into his head at random.

 

`God gave men a brain and a penis, but unfortunately, not enough blood to work both at the same time.'

 

It seemed to sit so perfectly with his current situation that it startled a bark of laughter out of him. Yohji looked surprised.

 

“Last time I ever compliment you if you're gonna laugh at me.”

 

It was now Ran's turn to be surprised as Yohji turned and walked down the hall to the stairs. Tight ripped jeans clinging to him all the way. So very tight. All the better to notice the improved thigh muscles in present day Yohji. Ran hurried into the bathroom, but he froze again at Yohji's parting shot.

 

“You're lucky that the chibi isn't home yet, otherwise his innocent ears would be traumatized by your moaning and screaming. Nice set of lungs, by the way!”

 

`Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!'

 

He might as well have been only a wall away and not two rooms. He had forgotten about the racket he had made. He wasn't able to help it at the time, but looking back now, he cursed himself for his lack of control. He had the strong urge to call out after Yohji that the moaning and screaming had been his fault. Ran cursed his dick as he looked down. Lucky he was already in the bathroom before it decided to break free f the confines of the heavy robe. Still having some sense left, Ran had made sure to keep his right hand covered by the sleeve, grateful that Yohji had not spotted this and seen what else was covering it!

 

The redhead stripped off the robe after locking the door and throwing his dirty clothes into his individual hamper. He was thankful for Ken having shrunk one of Yohji's silk shirts now. After that incident, the blonde had demanded everyone wash their own clothes. No one would see what had dirtied his outfit.

 

Looking down at his traitorous organ, Ran debated on a cold shower, or silently jerking off under a hot spray. His eyes noticing the mess of himself he had made, he opted for the hot shower. He didn't just want to fantasize about Yohji again.

 

Honest.

 

Okay. Maybe he did. So what? He wasn't the only one. If only Yohji knew that Omi was the source from which he had obtained the illicit pornographic material. Innocent. Pft. He assumed Yohji didn't know about the film. Well knew about the film of course, just not that Omi had a copy. Ran wondered how Omi acquired the movie. Maybe Yohji was a big closet Porn Star. Ran wouldn't really be surprised. Or perhaps it had just been a one time thing. He should go and search for Yohji on the net. But didn't Porn Stars use a stage name? What would Yohji's be? Adonis is one that comes to mind…

 

Shaking his head as if to clear the thoughts, Ran stepped under the hot spray, still erect and quite aware of it. He couldn't ignore the way his dick was practically shouting `Play with me!' Ran gritted his teeth against a groan that threatened to escape as he took firm hold of his cock and began moving his hand. He imagined the heat of the water on his back as the heat of Yohji's chest pressing against his skin, maneuvering him to the white tiled wall of the shower. The clean white reminded Ran of those silk boxers and he grabbed at the shampoo bottles desperately. He wished for Yohji's shampoo and conditioner, wanting the smell of cinnamon and not Ken's `Fresh' scented ones. Knowing that he wouldn't be granted his wish - Yohji did not share his hair products - he would have to settle for what he had.

 

`Screw it'

 

Ran poured a generous amount of shampoo over his hand and fastened it to his cock again. He winced at the chill of the shampoo, but the temperature was soon forgotten as Ran began to slide his hand back and forth. His imagination tripped into overdrive as he recalled all the details he could from the film. He debated between past and present Yohji, but remembering the scene outside the bathroom, the fact that Yohji had complimented him, he chose present Yohji.

 

The man was taller than him, body as taut as his trademark weapon, broad shoulders, strong. All the better to hold onto while being fucked senseless. How he would love to feel that expanse of skin pressed against him in a seamless line from shoulder to hips. Those narrow hips driving against him, colliding with his own. He didn't care if it was on his back, from behind, hell up against this cold tile!

 

`Mmmmm…there's a thought…'

 

Ran moaned helplessly as he slid down the tile. He turned and sat on the floor of the shower with his back pressed against the tile. His hand scrabbled for the fallen shampoo bottle as he spread his legs apart. Just the thought of what he was about to do was making him harder. Cool shampoo on his hand and he moved his knees as far apart as he could, slumping down a little as he bared his body to the heat of the water. Eagerly, Ran moved his coated right hand to his splayed ass while his left moved slowly over his stiff cock.

 

He envisioned the hand as Yohji's and recalling the domineering countenance of the man in the film, Ran wanted to walk that thin line. He rubbed the outside of the ring, watching as the dark almost berry red ring contracted slightly and he shivered before plunging the first finger in all the way to the last knuckle. The lube substitute had helped, but there was pain, even more so as he unceremoniously jammed a second, then a third finger in. He wanted the pain, imagining Yohji's fierce eyes staring at him, commanding him to keep watching as he moved the fingers roughly in and out, scissoring them. Both hands worked faster now and Ran's imagination supplied him with a vast amount of fantasy material, erotic poses of Yohji, to created moments of obscene fucking between them.

 

Ran was mewling low and long, his breathing labored as he tried in vain to reach his prostate. He always found it near impossible to stimulate the gland with his fingers. He had used toys in the past and had several long dildos in his room that worked well enough.

 

Somehow, Ran got the feeling that they wouldn't be as satisfying anymore. He wanted Yohji's hot, thick length working in and out of him…

 

With that visual firmly in mind, Ran came with a strangled shout. His fingers didn't stop moving until he was panting between needy moans.

 

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Ten minutes later, when Ran felt he could walk again, he was heading down the stairs dressed in black drawstring pants with nothing underneath and a loose sleeveless shirt of red three shades darker than his hair on his way to the kitchen.

 

`Haven't seen Ken lately…' Ran spared a thought to wonder where the wayward teammate was.

 

He froze at the scene that he encountered. Yohji sprawled in a carelessly seductive position in a chair with a coffee mug in one hand. He was smiling and talking to Omi, who was perched on the table in what he assumed was supposed to be a cute pose. Legs swinging innocently from his grey school shorts, oversized sneakers and loose socks. His green school sweater was long enough in the sleeve to curl over his hand demurely. Top it off with a cute little smile, the blonde hair and big blue eyes.

 

Omi was the epitome of innocence.

 

Even so, Ran felt comfortable with the knowledge that Yohji had been obvious at trying to compliment him. Ran had been ever so tempted to wear something in the same color of the robe, but that seemed a little obvious to him. Besides, Ran knew he looked better than Omi did in his casual clothing. The cutesy little schoolboy outfit didn't seem to fit with what seemed like Yohji's choice in lovers. Lost in his musings, Ran started when Yohji's chair scraped back.

 

The taller man walked over to him with a smirk. Ran turned his back on him, but Yohji leaned into the movement. Ran's mind went blank. Yohji's voice sent shivers down his spine as it sounded in his ear, “Don't worry”, Yohji's body was almost flat against his back,“ Omi didn't make it back in time for your little show in the shower, but I was in the greenhouse…I heard your shout from there. Third time today Ran. Makes me wonder if you're on something- if so, where the fuck can I get some?”

 

Throughout the little speech, Yohji had pressed closer. His denim covered crotch was resting against Ran, the height difference making Yohji's groin sit right in the crevice of where ass met lower back.

 

Feeling daring and wanting to feel something else, Ran shoved back into Yohji's hips, “Why are you keeping count?”

 

He forced himself to carry through with the movement of pushing back by turning to the side to step away from the blonde. It was as if he had only bumped Yohji by accident when trying to move away.

 

Yeah right. He only shoved his ass into direct contact with Yohji's groin while wearing nothing under the sweatpants. He was grateful for that. All the better to feel Yohji's cock through only two, possibly three layers of clothing.

 

`Easier to estimate if he had grown more…then again, he wasn't hard.'

 

Yohji raised an eyebrow and gave a Gallic shrug. Noncommittal. He wasn't gonna budge. Omi suddenly hopped off the table as Yohji stared at Ran with a challenge in his eyes.

 

Omi interrupted the moment with a quick glare at Ran that turned into a shit eating grin as he turned to Yohji. `Little Fucker.'

 

As Yohji was being dragged from the room by an insistent teen, he looked back at Ran with dangerous eyes. The predator peeking out, warning him.

 

Ran smirked and stared back.

 

`Bring it on.'

 

 

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Another part? Yes? A show of hands please…

 

P.S The quote used comes from Robin Williams. I thought it was fitting >-<