Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Purpose ❯ new purpose ( Chapter 10 )

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Ran sat in the kitchen and finished the last bit of his tea. He sighed and then smiled warily to himself.

He had been so terrified, that Yohji would send him away without further notice as he stood in the hallway of the hospital beside the door to Yohji's room, pressing the ice pack against his throbbing jaw. A nurse had seen him probing on it, maybe an already forming bruise on his pale skin and had hurried to press it in his hand with an assuring smile. Standing there, he had been determined not to give up on them after he was so lovely asked to leave the room. And he would stay here in case Yohji tried to slip away.

A doctor hurried in the room, and after a while came out again, informing him sourly, that Yohji was free to leave if he might, although it was plain visible on his face that he had another opinion. So Ran waited for the nurse to leave, too and then he would go in again and … he wasn't sure what for, but he would go in. And his time he wouldn't be brushed off. He just hoped Yohji wasn't in a violent mood anymore. Not that he wouldn't deserve it. He thought of the bits of information he got from Mariko, a nurse here and a neighbour of Yohji, during this week. Although he had a rough estimate about Yohji's life over the last one and a half year, he was astonished to hear her opinion of an outsider about Yohji. She painted a mental picture, what reminded him of himself. She spoke about a friendly and earnest, sad man, seldom joking, meagre with words, and with short to no human contact. As he tried to doubt her words, and told her that Yohji used to be a careless and easygoing playboy, who couldn't let anything go by wearing a skirt and processing any beauty without chase, she was suddenly very still. She assured him, that from her first meeting on with Yohji, she never had seen him with, or heard from any girl. On the contrary, she doubted his words very much and told him plain into his face that he knew Yohji not at all. It hurt. Because meanwhile he doubted it himself. And that hurt so much more.

The nurse had stepped out of Yohji's room and smiled at him. "He asked me to let you know to come in again. Should I inform the ER?" She grinned now openly. "He's desperate to leave. Plain visible. You have to take better care of him. This wouldn't have been so bad, if he had a better constitution. He clearly is undernourished. And he should go to bed after you get home and fed him."

"I will." He nodded and reached the ice pack to her. "Tank you, I don't need it anymore."

She took it and nodded. "Take care." Then she went away.

Laying a hand on the doorknob he exhaled heavily before he slipped in the room again. And stopped short in shock. Yohji stood there in the nude, except for his boxers, forearms and head hidden in the hospital grown and he was so scrawny. Ran hadn't known a human being could still be up and around in this state. He had to lean against the wall to keep steady and upright, guilt ridden, and held his suddenly shaking hands in tight fists behind his back. He couldn't utter a word. He stood there and was glad Yohji choose to ignore him long enough to regain his composure. And then he began to get nervous about the silence. He almost jumped, as Yohji uttered his wish to get home. Later, in the car he was quieted, when he tried to speak to him. *He* was told not to speak. From *Yohji*. His hope sank. What, if Yohji doesn't want have to do anything with him anymore?

He was almost desperate, they had to talk. But later, in the kitchen, as he sat down at the table, Yohji had become so pale suddenly. And Ran had been scared. He had hurried to his side, ready to face … whatever. He had to face a burst of sadness, sadness he self tried to overcome. And he was out of his mind. All he understood, was he had to convince Yohji. Convince him, that he won't ever let him behind again. Never again. And he begged. And he cried. And suddenly he had his arms around Yohji, and Yohji his arms around him, and it felt so good, so right. And the tight iron band around his chest suddenly wasn't there anymore. And then Yohji had tugged him down onto his lap and they had kissed. How they had kissed.

Ran smiled again at the memory and touched his lips.

He had stood then, gently been showed aside, and Yohji wanted to do something, but suddenly he had swayed and clutched the doorframe, and then slowly went down out cold like in quick motion. He had been horrified. Heart wildly beating, he had caught him just before Yohji crashed to the floor and picked him up in his arms, noting what a terrible little weight Yohji was. After checking the pulse he had carried him to bed, and stripped him to his underwear, tucking him in. He had trailed his fingers over the clearly outstanding bones, silently vowing to himself, to get him up and well again. Then he sat half the night on the bedside, waiting for Yohji to come to again. But he wasn't. And Ran had become more and more anxious. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he had woken the friendly neighbor nurse. She came over and checked on Yohji, and she was sure, he only slept. She patted him on the back, and told him to rest and that she would check for Yohji again before she went to work. As if he could rest. He stayed awake all night and the most of the morning, despite the assurance of the nurse, afraid, that Yohji had slipped back into a coma.

Suddenly she was there again and shooed him out of Yohji's room into the kitchen to a bowl of streaming miso soup and rice, a pot of tea and a munching cat. All of a sudden he noticed how hungry he was and attacked the meal with gusto, while she readied a tray for Yohji. She disappeared into the bedroom; intend to wake him up while Ran finished his food. She returned a while later, happily grinning, and Ran felt the nervousness fell away from him. She assured him that Yohji was awake and his usual self, and slipped out of the door for work.

Ran put the mug into the sink and stepped out into the corridor, eager to get to Yohji. But halfway in the corridor he unexpectedly heard sobbing sounds, muffled through the closed door. He stood, hand on the knob and listened. Yohji sobbed, terrible wrenchingly. Alarmed and confused he slid into the room and found Yohji, head buried in his pillow, his body shaking wildly with his sobs. Biting his lower lip, he careful stepped closer, reaching out to him and gingerly touched Yohji's shoulder.

Yohji startled violently. "Go away, Mariko," he blurted out into his pillow, body going tense.

"She has left already." Ran sat down on the edge of the bed, gripping Yohji's shoulder. "What is it? Yohji, please, I'm worried."

It took a moment, and then Yohji's body went slack. He lifted his head and stared at the headboard of the bed before he rolled onto his side, catching Ran's hand at the wrist, staring at him with wild, red-rimmed eyes. "You really are here? This isn't again one of these dreams?" He croaked out. All the while, his thumb caressed Ran's wrist, not letting go.

"I'm here, Yohji. I'm not going anywhere." He bent over and pressed his lips on Yohji's, before he leaned his forehead on his shoulder. He felt Yohji's whole body trembling and whispered again, "I'm sorry. I'm not going anywhere, baka." Shifting he climbed on the bed and settled against the headboard, tugging Yohji up against him between his outstretched legs, so that his back rested on his chest. Wrapping his arms around him, he pressed a kiss on the neck in front of him. Yohji's hands instantly came up, covered around his own.

After a while, he felt the trembling subside and heard Yohji exhaling heavily. "I thought it was all a dream." The hands on his own tightened. "I woke up and … there was Mariko. Like … like so often before. She … motioned I passed out and that … that she takes care of me. God. I thought I had dreamed."

"No, no dream. I was worried. I asked her to take a look, and she came over bringing food just now." He unbelieving shook his head. "Does she often?"

"Yeah.She's nice." Yohji wormed a little closer. "One day she got a key from me and since then she comes and goes as she likes. Not that I complained. Her food is good."

"Hmm."This reminded Ran on the tray, standing on the nightstand. He reached up and took it, balanced it in Yohji's lap. "Eat." He watched as Yohji hesitated, then took up the bowl and the chopsticks, slowly eating. He felt a lump in his belly as suddenly he remembered again, how close he had been to loosing him. Permanently. He wouldn't hide anymore. Never. Waiting till Yohji had finished his soup, mostly of the rice and pushed the tray aside, he leaned his cheek against Yohji's hair and whispered, "I love you."

A shudder ran through Yohji's body, and he tilted his head back against Ran's shoulder. "You never said so before." They stayed like that a long while, until Yohji whispered, "I'm still not sure, if I'm dreaming or awake. But if it's a dream, I never want to wake up again."

"This is no dream, Yohji. If it were, we both would dream the same dream. That's impossible."

"So would say a dream-Ran."

He snorted. "What can I do to convince you?"

"Make love to me."

"And your dream-Ran wouldn't?"

"No." Yohji suddenly went very still. "He left me every time before …"

"… every time?"

"Hundreds of times."

"… I'm sorry."

Yohji shook his head slowly stroking Ran's forearms with his fingertips. "Don't be. Just don't walk away again."

"Hmmm." He suddenly felt very tired, now that the strain of worry was gone. Sitting like that on the bed, back comfortable against the padded headboard, and content with Yohji in his arms, nestled between his legs, his warm back against his chest. He must have dozed off, because he woke to the sound of the doorbell. Blinking it took him a few moments to orientate, but then he remembered that Omi and Ken had called earlier and said they come over. He shifted to get up.

"Don't." Yohji gripped his arms. "They will understand."

"Yohji!"He growled. "You know that they will kill me, if they don't see you? They were worried, too. They need to see for themselves you are up again."

"Okay." Yohji shifted and swung his legs out of the bed. "Then I will open the door and tell them to go away and that we stop over later. Don't you dare move from here. I still need to be convinced." And before Ran could protest he had slipped in his Yukata and was out of the room. He smiled. This was a glimpse of the old Yohji. Muffled voices came through the closed door, he could identify the voices but no words. He shrugged out of his t-shirt and got up, shuffling through the drawers in search of lube or something what would qualifies as. And came up empty. Oh well. Hesitating a moment, he then discarded the rest of his clothes and climbed back onto the bed. It smelled of Yohji. He closed his eyes, enjoying the scent.

Suddenly Yohji was there again. He was crawling up the bed towards him, still wearing his Yukata, a glimmer in his eyes. "There I wanted to unwrap my Christmas present and someone else did it already." Pausing above Ran on all fours, he leaned in and they kissed passionately. "I think I have to settle for this one, then. It's from Ken." He held up a small, neatly wrapped gift before he rolled onto his side, popped up on one elbow and turned it a few times curiously before shredding the wrapping. "Oh this little shit." Giggling, he showed Ran the small bottle of lube. "It sure comes handy."

Ran was smiling softly. Reaching out, he cupped Yohji's head in one hand and pulled him down to him. "Yes. It does." He murmured, before they engaged in a further deep kiss. As they broke apart, he reached up with his other hand and tucked back a strand of the hair that was falling in Yohji's face. Caressing Yohji's lower lip with is thumb; he stared in the emerald green eyes and felt an overwhelming contentment, just being able to touch the person again, he wanted to spend with the rest of his life. Tugging on the belt of the Yukata he opened the knot and slid his hands in and up Yohji's skinny chest and over his shoulders, brushing the cloth off. He noticed with satisfaction the deep groan triggered at this slight contact and the related reaction it caused deep in his own groin.

"Boxers off." Watching Yohji wriggle out of them before he tugged Yohji completely down on top of him, he moaned at the contact of skin against skin, the feeling of the stiff erection against his hip, matching his own excitement. He trailed his lips over Yohji's face, his jaw, his chin and latched them finally on his neck, wildly sucking, leaving his mark. All the while Yohji's hand roamed up and down his sides, hips slowly grinding against him, trembling. He rolled them over and traveled down Yohji's chest, showering it with kisses, caressing him with his hands, licking and nipping on his nipples until his back arched and slow, mewing sounds came out of his throat. Ran felt his own arousal grow steadily, his heard thumping wildly in his chest at the sounds Yohji made. Reaching down he gently cupped Yohji's cock in his fist and further began slowly stroking him until he was trembling and trashing under him, content with making him feel as cherished and loved as possible, while Yohji touched him in return in all the right places, making his blood pounding in his ears. He stopped as Yohji's hips began wildly thrusting into his fist, getting a whimpered protest. He then leaned up and captured his mouth again, crouched on all fours above him while he fumbled with a shaking hand with cap of the lube. He sat back straddling Yohji while coating his cock with the cool slippery gel, who bucked then and expressed a sharp surprised cry.

Smiling assuring at the stunned expression on Yohji's face and the wide astonished eyes at the unexpected event, he gripped the stiff organ at the root and slightly shifting to the correct position lowered himself slowly with closed eyes. He stopped short at the sharp twinge and unfamiliar feeling of penetration, before he forced himself to relax more, and choked back a groan as he then pressed down in one slow motion and stopped only, when he had all of Yohji inside. Opening his eyes, panting, and noticed that Yohji had his hands forcefully clamped in the sheets, his head thrown back and tears streaming down his temples from his tightly closed eyes.

"Yohji?"

"Don't move. God Ran, don't move." He got the choked response.

He stayed still, until Yohji reached up, gripped his hips and slowly began to move beneath him. Only then, he began to move as well. He cried out as Yohji changed the angle slightly and hit an overtly sensitive point deep inside him, over and over again, driving him wild. They at first established slow deep thrusts, growing more and more frantic, bodies glittering with sweat, and then Yohji gripped his cock and pumped with matching strokes, whispering his name over and over again between harsh breaths. Panting hard, the blood pondering in his ears, he thought he could take no more and still it built and built endlessly.

He finally felt the tingling deep in his gut, signaling his imminent climax, the drawing up of his balls against his body and he exploded with a shout, spurting his semen over Yohji's hand and belly in long white streams. He jerked violently over and over and there seemed to be no end, and Yohji arched up beneath him and cried out his name and he felt the hot rush of semen inside him, and Yohji bucking and trashing wildly. Collapsing on top of him, still twitching with the aftershocks of this mind-blowing orgasm, he nuzzled his neck, breathing hard and waited for his madly beating heart to slow down again. He sighed contently as Yohji's arms closed around him, pressing a kiss on his temple. He felt like he could stay like that forever.

Rolling over, he felt Yohji's softening cock slid out of him and Yohji wincing at the friction. He crept over to the edge of the bed and angled for his pants and the small, wrapped box hidden in it. Satisfied he came up with it and crawled back, snuggling against Yohji with his head on his shoulder. "I have a present for you, as well."

"Oh." Carefully Yohji reached up to pick the small box from his outstretched palm. "What is it?"

"Open it."

He watched, as Yohji careful unwrapped the box and slowly opened the lid and swallowed as he saw the contents. "Oh." He swallowed again. "It's beautiful." Gingerly he fished the piece of jewelry out of the box and tangled it in front on his eyes. On first sight, it was a golden chain with a platinum cross and two gems embedded in the middle of it, an amethyst and an emerald, but on closer inspection, it turned out to be a miniature katana, embraced by an exquisite gold wire in several tight and looser loops, holding the gems in place. Fingering it carefully he choked out, "God, Ran. …"

"Shhh." He laid a finger on Yohji's lips, pressed a kiss on his shoulder, and further shifted onto his side, while Yohji grabbed the sheets and covered them. Sliding his leg on Yohji's thigh and an arm around his chest he wriggled closer, finally blissful tired. "We'll need to fat you up. I'll get bruises lying on your bones."

He rather felt than heard Yohji chuckle. "Yes, mom." Yohji's arm around his shoulder tightened. "We can start this evening. Omi and Ken treat us to dinner. At eight at the Koneko."

"Hmm." A wide yawn stretched his face. "What time is it?"

"One forty."

"Okay. Sleep now."

Yohji chuckled again. "I'm wide awake. I've had more than enough sleep."

"Hmm. I'm not." He yawned again. "Then just hold me while I sleep."

"Okay." Yohji pressed a kiss on the top of his head. "Sleep. I'll wake you in a few hours."

" … "

"Ran?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

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Sooo, that's it. The last part. I've planned to finish it earlier, but RL intervened …

Many thanks for those who left a review, I appreciate it. Honest and objective ones are always welcome, either way.

In hindsight, I know, I should have let it end after the 6th chapter ….

I hope this was nevertheless entertaining and you liked it, those who didn't - nobody forced you to read.

CD