Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Go, Or Go Ahead ❯ Vanity Fairgrounds and Rebel Angels ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: forever_smitten 
Ran is angsting over the Aya-chan situation. Ken helps him relax the best way he knows how: SEX!
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 381 | Status: Work In Progress
Ran is angsting over the Aya-chan situation. Ken helps him relax the best way he knows how: SEX!
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 381 | Status: Work In Progress
After an hour or so of talking and crying in the sitting room with her brother, Aya had fallen asleep on the couch. The red-haired assassin lifted his sister gently as he could, so not to disturb her, then carried her upstairs to one of the bedrooms. He placed her carefully in the middle of the large bed and covered her with the blankets. Ran brushed Aya's bangs away from her face and kissed his sister's forehead. "Sleep well, Aya-chan." He had just about closed the door when he heard a sleepy 'oyasumi, aniki'. He was leaning against the closed door and rubbing at the sore muscles in his neck when he noticed Ken seated in a chair not quite across from Aya's bedroom. "It's getting late," Ran said quietly. "You should get some sleep."
"I know," Ken replied. His voice sounded rough and tired. "I was waiting for you."
"You didn't have to." Ran said, beginning to walk off.
"I wanted to." Ken said, getting up and following the other man down the long corridor.
Ran stopped in front of a half-open door and turned to face Ken. "Goodnight, Ken." He was halfway through the bedroom when he felt the brunet's presence behind him. "Please don't."
"Don't what?" Ken asked. "Don't you want to sleep with me tonight?" He moved around the redhead so he was facing him. Ken lifted his lover's chin, forcing Ran to look him in the eye. "Are you still mad at me from earlier?"
"No. I'm not mad anymore." Ran said softly. He couldn't stay mad. Not at Ken.
"Then what's wrong?" Ken asked, pulling Ran closer to him. The redhead relaxed in Ken's arms and rested his head on his shoulder. It was pointless to try to get away from the brunet. The other man chased him across the world to be near him, after all.
"You're going to over-react when I tell you," Ran said; his words almost muffled by Ken's shirt. Ken tightened his hold on Ran as if to assure him he wouldn't, but the redhead knew his fellow assassin better than he knew himself. Ran inhaled deeply, taking in his partner's scent. 'He always smells so good.' He mused, but shoved that thought away. "It's Aya-chan." Ran said, finally.
"Aya-chan is safe. Nothing can hurt her here, so you don't need to worry about keeping a constant watch on her." Ken assured him, burying his nose in the soft hair of his lover. "Besides, even if something did happen, she's got you protecting her. So can we please relax and just go to bed?" One of Ken's hands ran down the redhead's back while the other moved up to massage the back of his partner's neck. "And you're so tense. I could fix that for you, if you want…" Ken suggested as he brought his lips to Ran's long, pale neck.
Ran sighed, lost in sensation, and carded his fingers through Ken's dark hair. He wanted to keep Ken's head where it was, feeling that clever tongue snake out and lick over a particularly sensitive spot. His lover knew just how to distract him. Any doubtful feelings he had about Aya's safety were quickly forgotten. Ran just wanted to feel Ken. He felt the powerful hand on his back move lower until it rested on his rear, pulling him against the other man. He could feel Ken's hardness against his own, but the low growl he felt as much as heard from the brunet was what really excited him. "God, Ken…" Ran panted.
Ken knew an invitation when he heard one, so he grabbed the bottom of Ran's gray sweater and pulled it over the man's head. Ran's amethyst eyes slid shut as he reveled in his lover's attentions. Ran pressed his lips against his lover's, opening his mouth slightly to allow the brunet to caress his tongue with his own, which Ken wasted no time in doing. The kiss started out gentle and soft, but soon turned to something hungrier. While their tongues slid and pushed against each other, battling for dominance, Ran stripped Ken of his shirt. He needed to feel Ken's warm skin against his own.
The brunet navigated their bodies until they were beside the bed. He laid Ran down on the soft mattress, and then set about removing the redhead's black trousers. Ran aided him, arching his back to lift his ass off the bed. Ken successfully removed Ran's pants and boxers in one move, then quickly removed his own before covering the pale, lithe body on the large bed with his darker, more muscular one. He needed this as much as Ran did, if not more.
Ken had initially wanted to take his time, to savor this moment with his lover, but seeing Ran' skin flush under his was enough to change his mind. He put two of his fingers in Ran's mouth and watched as the redhead sucked on them eagerly, coating them in saliva. "I want you so bad, Ran…" Ken groaned as he brushed his erection against the other man's entrance. Ran whimpered around Ken's slick fingers, then threw his head back. It felt so good to let someone else take control, someone else be responsible. He felt Ken's fingers slide out of his mouth, then push inside of him, moving in a scissoring motion.
"If you want me so bad, then take me," Ran invited, hooking his legs around Ken's waist.
"Anything you say," Ken complied, leaning down to posses Ran's mouth one more time. While they kissed, Ran reached down and stroked Ken's swollen cock, spreading the pre-come that leaked out of it. Ken removed his fingers from inside his lover and replaced them with his rigid member. He pushed into Ran's tightness at an excruciatingly slow pace, careful not to hurt the redhead. Once he sank in all the way, he waited for some kind of sign from Ran to tell him it was okay to move.
Wiping away the sweat that had collected on Ken's brow, Ran nodded once. "Go ahead," he whispered.
Ken pulled himself almost all the way out, then slid back inside his lover with ease. He grabbed a hold of the redhead's narrow hips and repeated his actions, each time gaining speed. Ran pushed his hips up to meet Ken's every stroke, desperate to feel the delicious pressure that made his eyes roll into the back of his head. When he finally reached his peak, Ran clutched at Ken's back; his neatly-trimmed nails leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on the brunet. Ken came not a moment later with a gutteral growl.
They kissed, almost sleepily, as their heart rates returned to normal. Ken pulled out of Ran carefully before staggering off to the adjoining bathroom to clean up. When he returned a moment later with a damp rag, Ken also cleaned off the already-dozing Ran. Tossing the rag carelessly onto the floor, Ken climbed into the spacious bed. He felt the other man crawl across the bed before depositing himself against him- a pale leg placed between his bronze ones, and an arm across his chest.
"You're gonna get my slimey sweat all over you, ya know." Ken warned, jokingly.
"I like your slime," Ran muttered, curling closer around his lover's body; his head pillowed on the broad chest.
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"I know," Ken replied. His voice sounded rough and tired. "I was waiting for you."
"You didn't have to." Ran said, beginning to walk off.
"I wanted to." Ken said, getting up and following the other man down the long corridor.
Ran stopped in front of a half-open door and turned to face Ken. "Goodnight, Ken." He was halfway through the bedroom when he felt the brunet's presence behind him. "Please don't."
"Don't what?" Ken asked. "Don't you want to sleep with me tonight?" He moved around the redhead so he was facing him. Ken lifted his lover's chin, forcing Ran to look him in the eye. "Are you still mad at me from earlier?"
"No. I'm not mad anymore." Ran said softly. He couldn't stay mad. Not at Ken.
"Then what's wrong?" Ken asked, pulling Ran closer to him. The redhead relaxed in Ken's arms and rested his head on his shoulder. It was pointless to try to get away from the brunet. The other man chased him across the world to be near him, after all.
"You're going to over-react when I tell you," Ran said; his words almost muffled by Ken's shirt. Ken tightened his hold on Ran as if to assure him he wouldn't, but the redhead knew his fellow assassin better than he knew himself. Ran inhaled deeply, taking in his partner's scent. 'He always smells so good.' He mused, but shoved that thought away. "It's Aya-chan." Ran said, finally.
"Aya-chan is safe. Nothing can hurt her here, so you don't need to worry about keeping a constant watch on her." Ken assured him, burying his nose in the soft hair of his lover. "Besides, even if something did happen, she's got you protecting her. So can we please relax and just go to bed?" One of Ken's hands ran down the redhead's back while the other moved up to massage the back of his partner's neck. "And you're so tense. I could fix that for you, if you want…" Ken suggested as he brought his lips to Ran's long, pale neck.
Ran sighed, lost in sensation, and carded his fingers through Ken's dark hair. He wanted to keep Ken's head where it was, feeling that clever tongue snake out and lick over a particularly sensitive spot. His lover knew just how to distract him. Any doubtful feelings he had about Aya's safety were quickly forgotten. Ran just wanted to feel Ken. He felt the powerful hand on his back move lower until it rested on his rear, pulling him against the other man. He could feel Ken's hardness against his own, but the low growl he felt as much as heard from the brunet was what really excited him. "God, Ken…" Ran panted.
Ken knew an invitation when he heard one, so he grabbed the bottom of Ran's gray sweater and pulled it over the man's head. Ran's amethyst eyes slid shut as he reveled in his lover's attentions. Ran pressed his lips against his lover's, opening his mouth slightly to allow the brunet to caress his tongue with his own, which Ken wasted no time in doing. The kiss started out gentle and soft, but soon turned to something hungrier. While their tongues slid and pushed against each other, battling for dominance, Ran stripped Ken of his shirt. He needed to feel Ken's warm skin against his own.
The brunet navigated their bodies until they were beside the bed. He laid Ran down on the soft mattress, and then set about removing the redhead's black trousers. Ran aided him, arching his back to lift his ass off the bed. Ken successfully removed Ran's pants and boxers in one move, then quickly removed his own before covering the pale, lithe body on the large bed with his darker, more muscular one. He needed this as much as Ran did, if not more.
Ken had initially wanted to take his time, to savor this moment with his lover, but seeing Ran' skin flush under his was enough to change his mind. He put two of his fingers in Ran's mouth and watched as the redhead sucked on them eagerly, coating them in saliva. "I want you so bad, Ran…" Ken groaned as he brushed his erection against the other man's entrance. Ran whimpered around Ken's slick fingers, then threw his head back. It felt so good to let someone else take control, someone else be responsible. He felt Ken's fingers slide out of his mouth, then push inside of him, moving in a scissoring motion.
"If you want me so bad, then take me," Ran invited, hooking his legs around Ken's waist.
"Anything you say," Ken complied, leaning down to posses Ran's mouth one more time. While they kissed, Ran reached down and stroked Ken's swollen cock, spreading the pre-come that leaked out of it. Ken removed his fingers from inside his lover and replaced them with his rigid member. He pushed into Ran's tightness at an excruciatingly slow pace, careful not to hurt the redhead. Once he sank in all the way, he waited for some kind of sign from Ran to tell him it was okay to move.
Wiping away the sweat that had collected on Ken's brow, Ran nodded once. "Go ahead," he whispered.
Ken pulled himself almost all the way out, then slid back inside his lover with ease. He grabbed a hold of the redhead's narrow hips and repeated his actions, each time gaining speed. Ran pushed his hips up to meet Ken's every stroke, desperate to feel the delicious pressure that made his eyes roll into the back of his head. When he finally reached his peak, Ran clutched at Ken's back; his neatly-trimmed nails leaving crescent moon-shaped marks on the brunet. Ken came not a moment later with a gutteral growl.
They kissed, almost sleepily, as their heart rates returned to normal. Ken pulled out of Ran carefully before staggering off to the adjoining bathroom to clean up. When he returned a moment later with a damp rag, Ken also cleaned off the already-dozing Ran. Tossing the rag carelessly onto the floor, Ken climbed into the spacious bed. He felt the other man crawl across the bed before depositing himself against him- a pale leg placed between his bronze ones, and an arm across his chest.
"You're gonna get my slimey sweat all over you, ya know." Ken warned, jokingly.
"I like your slime," Ran muttered, curling closer around his lover's body; his head pillowed on the broad chest.
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