Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stille Nacht ❯ Silent Night - Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kagemihari 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Updated On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2004 | Updated On: 03.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. Not me. u.u
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness.
Kagi's notes: Umm...yeah. My first WK fic. Go figure, it's a lemon. I am so not surprised. ^^ This is one of those fandoms that screams, 'write smut about meeee!' Hehe...so yeah. I love Y/A, it's my favorite pairing...it seems to be made for hot sex. ^_^ And it's so angsty. *heart* I kept the angst to a minimum here, because the main point is sex, but considering the pairing (and the author!) it was hard to avoid it entirely. Also there is a bit of sap...just barely, but again, considering the author and the pairing, it's practically fluff. This is chapter one of five--apologies for the evil stopping place. ^^
Thank you to Moonraven for betaing, and Loceheri for comments and encouragement! ^_^
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy. *Asterisks* are emphasis or italics.
~ Stille Nacht ~
1: Silent Night - Part 1
Ran sat stiffly on the edge of the bathtub, his muscles trembling slightly with shock and fatigue. It had been a bad mission. Not a total disaster, but bad. The planning of it had been fucked up, somehow missing some key details, and things had gotten messy. He hadn't been able to completely salvage the mess, and it was hurting his pride. Technically, it was probably not his fault. Logically, there was nothing he could have done. Mentally, however, he was the leader of Weiss, and this was his fault. They had gotten in and gotten their target, but getting out had proved to be more difficult. They had gotten out, but not without new scars.
The graze on his arm from a bullet was not too deep nor too serious, but it had bled profusely, leaving him a bit light-headed, and he had been unable to care for it himself. Which is why he was sitting here letting Yohji patch him up, and trying not to let his mind wander. He was tired, he was sore, his defenses were way down, and if he let himself think too much about the hard, sexy body of the man standing next to him he was going to have a serious problem. It didn't help that Yohji was already partially undressed for bed, and was not wearing a shirt. Ran could smell the fresh clean scent of his skin after the shower he'd taken.
He'd been attracted to the man from almost the first time he saw him, way back on that first day. The tall, slim blonde man had immediately caught his attention, and while he had initially dismissed him as shallow and foolish, he had learned otherwise very quickly. That playboy image hid a razor sharp mind, and the lazy determination of a practiced hunter. Yohji didn't remind him of a cat so much as a tiger, sleek and elegant, and oh so smooth. God he was hot, long and lanky and firmly muscled, with a tantalizing sense of coiled power. The man practically radiated sex, and he was not shy about advertising it.
Ran focused determinedly on the cold grey tile of the bathroom floor. Think unsexy thoughts, not...oh god.
Having finished with his arm, Yohji was now running his hands lightly over Ran's body, searching for other wounds. The gentle, searching touch felt like traces of fire, and immediately whatever small success he was having keeping his mind out of the gutter vanished like smoke on the wind. It had been a long time, and he wanted this so bad... He tensed, trying to stay in control. Trying to fight back the reaction he was having to the other man's nearness and the gentle fingers on his skin.
It wasn't working. He could feel himself hardening just sitting here and he couldn't keep his mind off what it would be like to have that firm hard body pressed up against him. To have the slender fingers finding all his sensitive spots, the teasing mouth hot and slick on his, tasting his lips, his tongue, his throat. What it would be like to explore Yohji's smooth white skin with his own fingers and tongue, to make him moan, to tease him and taste him and make him lose control. To lie beneath him and get fucked good and hard...He suppressed a groan. No, no, no, he was so not going to do this.
Apparently satisfied that Ran had no further injuries to his upper body, Yohji placed a hand on his knee as he started to look over the rest of him. The tension in Ran's body intensified until it was nearly unbearable, and he went rigid with the effort it took to not just jump him right there.
Yohji frowned, thinking he had hit a sore spot, then went still himself as he saw the all too obvious erection that strained the tight pants Ran had worn that evening. For a long second he didn't move, then his gaze flicked up to Ran's face. "Aya?"
His gaze was questioning, surprised--shocked even--but he didn't look offended. Ran looked back at him steadily, the cold mask firmly in place, wondering how to respond. Should he apologize? No. 'What is there to apologize for?' It was just a natural reaction to the touch and presence of a highly attractive man.
Hell, the man ought to be flattered at least, even if he was straight. Which he was, that much everybody knew. Yohji made no secret of his lifestyle, and it was all about women. That being the main reason Ran had never tried to act on this attraction before.
That, and the fact that...well, he was Fujimiya Aya, who lived for vengeance and nothing else. Aya didn't do apologies. And who would believe that he, the icy, silent leader of Weiss who was cold and aloof and didn't need anybody, found his outgoing teammate sexually attractive?
And then, too, it could very easily get out of control. It wasn't wise, getting mixed up with someone you worked with. Even if you lived with them as well, even if it was only casual sex and not a serious relationship, still....it wasn't a smart idea. Too dangerous, getting too close...
Sunk in his thoughts, Ran barely registered the fact as Yohji got to his feet and stood looking at him for a moment, unmoving--then gradually he realized that it gave him a clear view of the telltale bulge in his pants. Yohji was as turned on as he was right now. Shocked, Ran's eyes met the green gaze again, this time in confusion. 'What the hell?'
Yohji shrugged, a faint, deprecating smile on his face; he wasn't going to explain. He reached out, slowly, as if Ran might disappear on him if he wasn't careful, and touched his cheek, brushing back a strand of crimson, then resting his hand gently against the side of Ran's head. Tilting his head to one side, he studied Ran's face, one eyebrow raised in wary speculation. /What...are you...?/ Ran couldn't put words to that searching expression; there were so many things encompassed there, so many questions, so many possible explanations...tension vibrated in the air between them as if some invisible cord were suddenly stretched tight, drawing them together, and yet...
He felt his chest seize with the sudden conflicting emotions; so much potential was shimmering in this one moment, fraught with both desperate desire and dread, there was so much here that could go horribly wrong--or impossibly, incredibly right--and there was but a thin knife blade of chance between the two. His first, instinctive reaction was jerk away from the gentle, almost tender touch, to put up a protecting front of cold indifference, even anger, and reassert his defenses....but he was caught, held breathless by the look in those green eyes that he couldn't quite read.
"You know what I want?" Yohji asked him softly, still searching his face for something, and he was so close... Ran was fairly sure it was a rhetorical question, and even if it wasn't, there was no way in hell he was going to manage speech at this point. His body was still stiff and his jaw clamped shut, and Yohji was so damn close.... He hoped the man wasn't expecting any sort of response other than a brief shiver, because that was as much as Ran was capable of right now. What did Yohji want? Ran knew what he wanted, and if it was the same thing--ye gods, what a question.... he shivered again.
He had no idea what was showing on his face or in his eyes--maybe the sudden surge of fear and desire, and something like hope--but whatever it was must have given Yohji the clue he was looking for, because his expression softened and a gleam appeared in his eyes as he gave Ran that lazy smile. That smile...god...it was like he was melting, both from the sheer heat on the surface of his skin, and from someplace deep inside. He felt dazed, as if he were standing in the sun and it was too hot, too bright, overwhelming him with light and heat.
Yohji leaned down, putting his head on a level with Ran's, speaking next to his ear as he answered his own question. "I want to fuck you," he whispered, his voice low and sensual. The warm breath on his ear made his skin prickle with feverish chill; the sound thrilled through Ran's entire body, something like lightning racing through his veins, setting every nerve on fire. His eyes widened slightly and he looked away, his mouth tightening, fighting for control. His pants were now painfully tight, his groin throbbing fiercely at the unexpected words. He wanted this so bad.
His common sense was trying to kick in, though, now that Yohji was really responding to him--taking the lead actually. It set off little warnings in his mind that this was too much, too fast, and someone was going to get hurt. But...he struggled to think past the blood roaring in his ears.
The green eyes resting on him were almost amused, and Yohji definitely knew what he was doing, what he was getting into. What he was asking for. Shit, it didn't get any more blunt than that.
And god, he wanted it, and if Yohji was just going to give it to him, well...hell yeah.
~*~
Yohji waited, watching, disappointment washing through him. He'd finally gotten the sexy redhead to notice him, and his chance was going to slip away after all...but he refused to force the issue. The only way he wanted this was with Aya's full participation, if Aya really wanted it, too, wanted him--or it was pointless.
If all he wanted was a good fuck, he could get that somewhere else. He wanted Aya . He'd known for a long time that his initial attraction to the icy man was turning, slowly but inevitably, into something more. How much more, he was not prepared to say, but he had come to genuinely like and respect the stiff, reserved swordsman. The flashes of fire and fierce loyalty he'd glimpsed beneath the cold exterior had only served to deepen his fascination.
Not to mention Aya was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. God what he wouldn't give, to touch him just once, to feel him respond with all that fire inside, to make him moan and plead and cry out with ecstasy, to bury himself deep inside that hot, tight ass...Aya had a beautiful ass. God...
He'd been reckless, he knew, seeing for once a chink in the armor, a flash of hope--seen desire for just an instant in those amazing eyes, before the cold mask fell again. That tiny bit of indication that maybe, just maybe, Aya wouldn't shoot him down--he'd reacted almost without thinking, pressing his advantage, exploiting a perceived weakness, going for the kill, so to speak--but suddenly he was afraid he'd gone too far. Damn that reckless streak; but he'd always trusted his instincts, and they told him that here, tonight, was his chance, that all it would take was a bit of a push and a show of confidence--well, he could do that, even if he was scared to death inside.
He wasn't going to beg though--at least, not out loud... /'Please, Aya, please, for once...give in, let go, let me - let me in...'/
Aya hadn't moved though, hadn't pulled away or got up and left, and he was at least thinking about it. Yohji held his breath and waited, hoping like crazy that he hadn't pushed too far, too fast, and ruined what might be his only chance. Hell, he knew it was his only chance. Aya's proud stubbornness alone, if nothing else, would never let Yohji get this close again if he turned him down tonight.
Finally Aya turned his head, meeting his eyes again. His face was unreadable, his strangely colored eyes dark with emotion or desire.
"Aya?" Yohji asked again, trying to keep the wistful note out of his voice.
"Ran," the sexy deep voice corrected him quietly. "My name is Ran." And Aya--Ran--nodded slightly at him, his expression intense, as if wanting to make sure Yohji understood how important this was.
He understood alright. He had always known that "Aya" wasn't his real name--it was a girl's name, for one thing, and it just didn't quite fit. But he had been well aware of the kind of things that might be hiding in the past that could make the man want to lose his name, and he wasn't about to pry. All of Weiss had thoroughly fucked up pasts to deal with, and he had no desire to bring Aya--Ran's--home to him or make him think about it any oftener than he must already. Still, part of him had always wondered, a trifle wistfully, what his real name was.
That Ran was telling him now, allowing him into that carefully guarded part of his life.... Yohji was suddenly horribly torn between wrapping the man in a tight embrace to soothe the painful memories it must have brought up, or dragging him off by the hair to fuck him now . He settled for leaning down and kissing him senseless, a long, slow, heated kiss full of promise and desire.
Gods, the man could kiss. He wondered distantly if Ran had ever been kissed before, and decided vaguely that it didn't matter. However he'd gotten to be so damn good at it, was really beside the point; Yohji was melting inside and his blood was running in his veins like liquid fire, and he was going to have trouble standing up here in a minute.
Actually, never mind standing, he was having trouble breathing , right now. He broke away with a groan, pulling an equally regretful moan from Ran and stood panting, trying to slow his racing heart. He leaned forward to rest his head against Ran's forehead, looking into his eyes, which were half-closed in pleasure and desire.
Ran smiled slowly, the most open and warm expression Yohji had ever seen on his face, and this one was definitely teasing, no, make that enticing and seductive. He hadn't know Aya could look like that--it was fucking weird ; but god it was hot. In fact, it was sexy as hell. He shrugged off the sensation of strangeness and gave himself up to it. He licked his lips, watching that sexy smile and wondering what Ran was up to.
"So, fuck me, then," Ran whispered, and the low purr of his voice vibrated through Yohji's system like a runaway train, emotion and desire and a thrill of triumph crashing over him in a cacophony of raw need. He could tell by smirk on Ran's face that this had been the intention. /'Holy fucking shit.'/
Oh, fuck yeah. He growled possessively, and dragged Ran to his feet, never loosening his grip for a second. He wasn't even sure he'd make it as far as the bed, but he was damn well going to try.
-tbc-
More soon, I promise. Feedback of any kind is welcome...I'll settle for knowing people are reading it, no da... ^^;;
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness.
Kagi's notes: Umm...yeah. My first WK fic. Go figure, it's a lemon. I am so not surprised. ^^ This is one of those fandoms that screams, 'write smut about meeee!' Hehe...so yeah. I love Y/A, it's my favorite pairing...it seems to be made for hot sex. ^_^ And it's so angsty. *heart* I kept the angst to a minimum here, because the main point is sex, but considering the pairing (and the author!) it was hard to avoid it entirely. Also there is a bit of sap...just barely, but again, considering the author and the pairing, it's practically fluff. This is chapter one of five--apologies for the evil stopping place. ^^
Thank you to Moonraven for betaing, and Loceheri for comments and encouragement! ^_^
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy. *Asterisks* are emphasis or italics.
~ Stille Nacht ~
1: Silent Night - Part 1
Ran sat stiffly on the edge of the bathtub, his muscles trembling slightly with shock and fatigue. It had been a bad mission. Not a total disaster, but bad. The planning of it had been fucked up, somehow missing some key details, and things had gotten messy. He hadn't been able to completely salvage the mess, and it was hurting his pride. Technically, it was probably not his fault. Logically, there was nothing he could have done. Mentally, however, he was the leader of Weiss, and this was his fault. They had gotten in and gotten their target, but getting out had proved to be more difficult. They had gotten out, but not without new scars.
The graze on his arm from a bullet was not too deep nor too serious, but it had bled profusely, leaving him a bit light-headed, and he had been unable to care for it himself. Which is why he was sitting here letting Yohji patch him up, and trying not to let his mind wander. He was tired, he was sore, his defenses were way down, and if he let himself think too much about the hard, sexy body of the man standing next to him he was going to have a serious problem. It didn't help that Yohji was already partially undressed for bed, and was not wearing a shirt. Ran could smell the fresh clean scent of his skin after the shower he'd taken.
He'd been attracted to the man from almost the first time he saw him, way back on that first day. The tall, slim blonde man had immediately caught his attention, and while he had initially dismissed him as shallow and foolish, he had learned otherwise very quickly. That playboy image hid a razor sharp mind, and the lazy determination of a practiced hunter. Yohji didn't remind him of a cat so much as a tiger, sleek and elegant, and oh so smooth. God he was hot, long and lanky and firmly muscled, with a tantalizing sense of coiled power. The man practically radiated sex, and he was not shy about advertising it.
Ran focused determinedly on the cold grey tile of the bathroom floor. Think unsexy thoughts, not...oh god.
Having finished with his arm, Yohji was now running his hands lightly over Ran's body, searching for other wounds. The gentle, searching touch felt like traces of fire, and immediately whatever small success he was having keeping his mind out of the gutter vanished like smoke on the wind. It had been a long time, and he wanted this so bad... He tensed, trying to stay in control. Trying to fight back the reaction he was having to the other man's nearness and the gentle fingers on his skin.
It wasn't working. He could feel himself hardening just sitting here and he couldn't keep his mind off what it would be like to have that firm hard body pressed up against him. To have the slender fingers finding all his sensitive spots, the teasing mouth hot and slick on his, tasting his lips, his tongue, his throat. What it would be like to explore Yohji's smooth white skin with his own fingers and tongue, to make him moan, to tease him and taste him and make him lose control. To lie beneath him and get fucked good and hard...He suppressed a groan. No, no, no, he was so not going to do this.
Apparently satisfied that Ran had no further injuries to his upper body, Yohji placed a hand on his knee as he started to look over the rest of him. The tension in Ran's body intensified until it was nearly unbearable, and he went rigid with the effort it took to not just jump him right there.
Yohji frowned, thinking he had hit a sore spot, then went still himself as he saw the all too obvious erection that strained the tight pants Ran had worn that evening. For a long second he didn't move, then his gaze flicked up to Ran's face. "Aya?"
His gaze was questioning, surprised--shocked even--but he didn't look offended. Ran looked back at him steadily, the cold mask firmly in place, wondering how to respond. Should he apologize? No. 'What is there to apologize for?' It was just a natural reaction to the touch and presence of a highly attractive man.
Hell, the man ought to be flattered at least, even if he was straight. Which he was, that much everybody knew. Yohji made no secret of his lifestyle, and it was all about women. That being the main reason Ran had never tried to act on this attraction before.
That, and the fact that...well, he was Fujimiya Aya, who lived for vengeance and nothing else. Aya didn't do apologies. And who would believe that he, the icy, silent leader of Weiss who was cold and aloof and didn't need anybody, found his outgoing teammate sexually attractive?
And then, too, it could very easily get out of control. It wasn't wise, getting mixed up with someone you worked with. Even if you lived with them as well, even if it was only casual sex and not a serious relationship, still....it wasn't a smart idea. Too dangerous, getting too close...
Sunk in his thoughts, Ran barely registered the fact as Yohji got to his feet and stood looking at him for a moment, unmoving--then gradually he realized that it gave him a clear view of the telltale bulge in his pants. Yohji was as turned on as he was right now. Shocked, Ran's eyes met the green gaze again, this time in confusion. 'What the hell?'
Yohji shrugged, a faint, deprecating smile on his face; he wasn't going to explain. He reached out, slowly, as if Ran might disappear on him if he wasn't careful, and touched his cheek, brushing back a strand of crimson, then resting his hand gently against the side of Ran's head. Tilting his head to one side, he studied Ran's face, one eyebrow raised in wary speculation. /What...are you...?/ Ran couldn't put words to that searching expression; there were so many things encompassed there, so many questions, so many possible explanations...tension vibrated in the air between them as if some invisible cord were suddenly stretched tight, drawing them together, and yet...
He felt his chest seize with the sudden conflicting emotions; so much potential was shimmering in this one moment, fraught with both desperate desire and dread, there was so much here that could go horribly wrong--or impossibly, incredibly right--and there was but a thin knife blade of chance between the two. His first, instinctive reaction was jerk away from the gentle, almost tender touch, to put up a protecting front of cold indifference, even anger, and reassert his defenses....but he was caught, held breathless by the look in those green eyes that he couldn't quite read.
"You know what I want?" Yohji asked him softly, still searching his face for something, and he was so close... Ran was fairly sure it was a rhetorical question, and even if it wasn't, there was no way in hell he was going to manage speech at this point. His body was still stiff and his jaw clamped shut, and Yohji was so damn close.... He hoped the man wasn't expecting any sort of response other than a brief shiver, because that was as much as Ran was capable of right now. What did Yohji want? Ran knew what he wanted, and if it was the same thing--ye gods, what a question.... he shivered again.
He had no idea what was showing on his face or in his eyes--maybe the sudden surge of fear and desire, and something like hope--but whatever it was must have given Yohji the clue he was looking for, because his expression softened and a gleam appeared in his eyes as he gave Ran that lazy smile. That smile...god...it was like he was melting, both from the sheer heat on the surface of his skin, and from someplace deep inside. He felt dazed, as if he were standing in the sun and it was too hot, too bright, overwhelming him with light and heat.
Yohji leaned down, putting his head on a level with Ran's, speaking next to his ear as he answered his own question. "I want to fuck you," he whispered, his voice low and sensual. The warm breath on his ear made his skin prickle with feverish chill; the sound thrilled through Ran's entire body, something like lightning racing through his veins, setting every nerve on fire. His eyes widened slightly and he looked away, his mouth tightening, fighting for control. His pants were now painfully tight, his groin throbbing fiercely at the unexpected words. He wanted this so bad.
His common sense was trying to kick in, though, now that Yohji was really responding to him--taking the lead actually. It set off little warnings in his mind that this was too much, too fast, and someone was going to get hurt. But...he struggled to think past the blood roaring in his ears.
The green eyes resting on him were almost amused, and Yohji definitely knew what he was doing, what he was getting into. What he was asking for. Shit, it didn't get any more blunt than that.
And god, he wanted it, and if Yohji was just going to give it to him, well...hell yeah.
~*~
Yohji waited, watching, disappointment washing through him. He'd finally gotten the sexy redhead to notice him, and his chance was going to slip away after all...but he refused to force the issue. The only way he wanted this was with Aya's full participation, if Aya really wanted it, too, wanted him--or it was pointless.
If all he wanted was a good fuck, he could get that somewhere else. He wanted Aya . He'd known for a long time that his initial attraction to the icy man was turning, slowly but inevitably, into something more. How much more, he was not prepared to say, but he had come to genuinely like and respect the stiff, reserved swordsman. The flashes of fire and fierce loyalty he'd glimpsed beneath the cold exterior had only served to deepen his fascination.
Not to mention Aya was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. God what he wouldn't give, to touch him just once, to feel him respond with all that fire inside, to make him moan and plead and cry out with ecstasy, to bury himself deep inside that hot, tight ass...Aya had a beautiful ass. God...
He'd been reckless, he knew, seeing for once a chink in the armor, a flash of hope--seen desire for just an instant in those amazing eyes, before the cold mask fell again. That tiny bit of indication that maybe, just maybe, Aya wouldn't shoot him down--he'd reacted almost without thinking, pressing his advantage, exploiting a perceived weakness, going for the kill, so to speak--but suddenly he was afraid he'd gone too far. Damn that reckless streak; but he'd always trusted his instincts, and they told him that here, tonight, was his chance, that all it would take was a bit of a push and a show of confidence--well, he could do that, even if he was scared to death inside.
He wasn't going to beg though--at least, not out loud... /'Please, Aya, please, for once...give in, let go, let me - let me in...'/
Aya hadn't moved though, hadn't pulled away or got up and left, and he was at least thinking about it. Yohji held his breath and waited, hoping like crazy that he hadn't pushed too far, too fast, and ruined what might be his only chance. Hell, he knew it was his only chance. Aya's proud stubbornness alone, if nothing else, would never let Yohji get this close again if he turned him down tonight.
Finally Aya turned his head, meeting his eyes again. His face was unreadable, his strangely colored eyes dark with emotion or desire.
"Aya?" Yohji asked again, trying to keep the wistful note out of his voice.
"Ran," the sexy deep voice corrected him quietly. "My name is Ran." And Aya--Ran--nodded slightly at him, his expression intense, as if wanting to make sure Yohji understood how important this was.
He understood alright. He had always known that "Aya" wasn't his real name--it was a girl's name, for one thing, and it just didn't quite fit. But he had been well aware of the kind of things that might be hiding in the past that could make the man want to lose his name, and he wasn't about to pry. All of Weiss had thoroughly fucked up pasts to deal with, and he had no desire to bring Aya--Ran's--home to him or make him think about it any oftener than he must already. Still, part of him had always wondered, a trifle wistfully, what his real name was.
That Ran was telling him now, allowing him into that carefully guarded part of his life.... Yohji was suddenly horribly torn between wrapping the man in a tight embrace to soothe the painful memories it must have brought up, or dragging him off by the hair to fuck him now . He settled for leaning down and kissing him senseless, a long, slow, heated kiss full of promise and desire.
Gods, the man could kiss. He wondered distantly if Ran had ever been kissed before, and decided vaguely that it didn't matter. However he'd gotten to be so damn good at it, was really beside the point; Yohji was melting inside and his blood was running in his veins like liquid fire, and he was going to have trouble standing up here in a minute.
Actually, never mind standing, he was having trouble breathing , right now. He broke away with a groan, pulling an equally regretful moan from Ran and stood panting, trying to slow his racing heart. He leaned forward to rest his head against Ran's forehead, looking into his eyes, which were half-closed in pleasure and desire.
Ran smiled slowly, the most open and warm expression Yohji had ever seen on his face, and this one was definitely teasing, no, make that enticing and seductive. He hadn't know Aya could look like that--it was fucking weird ; but god it was hot. In fact, it was sexy as hell. He shrugged off the sensation of strangeness and gave himself up to it. He licked his lips, watching that sexy smile and wondering what Ran was up to.
"So, fuck me, then," Ran whispered, and the low purr of his voice vibrated through Yohji's system like a runaway train, emotion and desire and a thrill of triumph crashing over him in a cacophony of raw need. He could tell by smirk on Ran's face that this had been the intention. /'Holy fucking shit.'/
Oh, fuck yeah. He growled possessively, and dragged Ran to his feet, never loosening his grip for a second. He wasn't even sure he'd make it as far as the bed, but he was damn well going to try.
-tbc-
More soon, I promise. Feedback of any kind is welcome...I'll settle for knowing people are reading it, no da... ^^;;