Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Stille Nacht ❯ Silent Night - Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )
[ 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: 03.29.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 785 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.29.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 785 | 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. Other notes and warnings, see first chapter. Responses to reviews are at the end, as before.
Kagi's notes: This is part four, and the end of the Silent Night part; really chapter five is more of an epilogue, but I chose not to call it that way. Not much of a cliffhanger on this one...
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy.
~ Stille Nacht ~
Silent Night - Part 4
Ran hadn't really acted on conscious thought when he'd pulled Yohji down for that bruising kiss--the reaction had been pure instinct, borne of the annoyance he still carried from his partner's teasing manner, and the way he seemed to think he was in control of the situation. Ran was perfectly happy to let him take the lead in their lovemaking--that wasn't the issue, he didn't have a problem with Yohji being on top. It was the glint in Yohji's eye that spoke of his belief that he, and not Ran, was the one who had the upper hand in this...yes, okay, it was a relationship; whatever the nature of that relationship turned out to be.
His original intention had simply been to kiss the hell out of him in as aggressive a manner as possible, leaving a lasting impression of possession, and he suspected that he'd been nearly as surprised as Yohji when the kiss had ended as he bit down and tasted blood. He couldn't say that he was sorry, or that he wouldn't have done it on purpose if it had occurred to him beforehand.
It felt right, somehow, to leave his mark there the way Yohji had indirectly done to him. And he felt it was poetic justice, of a sort, that Yohji caught the already bloody wound in his teeth as he came, in the same way Ran had earlier.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he tucked away for later the oddly warm thought that he wasn't the only one who was going to be finding it painful to smile, for awhile. Most of his attention was transfixed by the electric image of ecstasy Yohji made as he grimaced, blood trickling down his chin, head thrown back as his body jerked reflexively with rippling shocks of release. Ran's body was suffused with heat, and he gritted his teeth against a moan at the sensation of hot seed spilling into his core. It was with a surge of immense satisfaction that he finally gave into his own climax, shuddering and letting out an explosive breath that was not--quite--a groan.
'Oh gods' ....he went limp at last and it took him a moment to realize vaguely that Yohji had not, in fact, collapsed on top of him, or even beside him. He was instead leaning on unsteady arms, bending over Ran and watching him intently with a strange expression on his face. With something of an effort, he focused enough to frown slightly as he studied the odd look. / What? /
Yohji shook his head, blonde locks tumbling around his face and hiding his eyes. Ignoring the silent question, he leaned down and gently kissed Ran on the forehead. Then he shook his hair back, giving Ran a faint quirk of a smile before he pulled out and fell with sigh to lie beside him in comfortable silence. Ran blinked bemusedly. What was that all about?
He looked over to find the green eyes fixed on him with an expression of complete contentment. For once, he could not read what lay behind warm gaze, and he was not sure how he felt about that, or the almost sacred reverence of the kiss.
Maybe it didn't matter....his own languid feeling of content was sapping his curiosity, diffusing whatever else he might have felt, and for now, it was more than enough. This was more than enough.
Ran rolled onto his side, putting his arm around Yohji, and turned his head to nuzzle the crook of his neck, lapping gently at it with his tongue before pressing a soft kiss to the same spot. He stilled then, face hidden against his lover, just holding him and letting the unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable feelings and sensations wash through him. A gentle hand stroked his lower back, making soothing circles on the sensitive skin, and he murmured in appreciation. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
A soft, nearly inaudible whisper touched the silence, not breaking it so much as temporarily nudging it aside. "Don't go."
Ran stiffened and froze, realizing that while normally he would have done just that, tonight, it hadn't even occurred to him. He had wanted to stay here, wrapped in warmth and silence and strong arms, listening to Yohji's breathing as he fell asleep. Sudden fear washed through him, as the chilling reality of just how much he wanted that took hold of him. This was so not good. Really, really not good. Not smart.
He was appalled suddenly by the magnitude of what he could lose, and part of him wanted to throw it away before it could be taken from him. Because fate had never yet been kind enough to let him keep the ones he...cared about. And it would break him to have it torn away, to have this precious...something, torn asunder along with his heart, again. Better to break his own heart than allow it to be broken. Better to be lonely than to let someone else have that kind of power to hurt him.
And yet another part of him was angry, at fate and at his own fear, and that was the strongest part. His arms tightened around his lover, and he buried his face in his hair, breathing in his scent. The anger spiked with a sudden flash of defiance, he decided that he didn't care what fate had in store. He was going to fight it with every last breath in his body. After a moment, he replied in the same barely audible tone, "Go to sleep, idiot. I'm not going anywhere."
Yohji sighed and relaxed against him, and Ran ached with a feeling that was very near to laughter or tears, but he was not sure which. And in any case, he did not give in to it, except to turn and press a kiss on the soft tangles of blonde hair, and wonder desperately what he had gotten himself into.
He thought he would lay awake for a very long time, listening to the silence, but it was only a few minutes before the peaceful lassitude again took hold of his senses, and he curled into the warmth and let it pull him under into, for once, dreamless sleep.
~*~
Yohji, on the other hand, did lay awake for several hours, staring into the darkness, and wondering if he knew, after all, what he was getting into. He thought he had, thought he knew what he was dealing with here, but maybe...maybe he was not so sure.
He had surprised himself with his plea for Ran to stay--he had not been planning to say that; and if he had thought of it sooner, he would have thought better of it. The sudden surge of emptiness and feeling of impending desolation which had prompted it, had taken him by surprise, and he had spoken before he could censor it.
But if his plea had startled him, Ran's response to it had shocked him beyond words. The silent tightening of Ran's embrace before his gruffly whispered answer was so totally opposite of any reaction he might have predicted, and for Ran to actually say that he wasn't going anywhere...he was stunned speechless. He would have said five minutes ago that it was rather out of character for Ran. Hell, he still thought it was. He was confused, and he wasn't certain if this unexpected behavior was a good thing or a bad thing.
Ran's even breathing next to him signaled the other man's descent into slumber, and he smiled faintly in the dark, a wry, wondering expression. This was sooo fucking weird. He dreamed of this, dreamed of even one night with his fire-haired teammate, but he had never once allowed himself to imagine that sex would not be the end of it. He had never thought that Ran would stay a minute longer than it took to clean himself off.
Which reminded him...he raised his head, and sighed as he realized that getting up and getting a washcloth or something of the sort would require Ran moving, and would probably wake him up. And since Yohji was fairly certain that Ran had gone from the haziness of afterglow straight into real unconsciousness, in spite of the whispered words, he had probably not been really aware of the implications of being where he was. He might have just not felt like moving.
Yohji would rather not get him really awake and find out that Ran would leave after all once he was shifted out of his comfortable position. No, he didn't want to risk that. Just for tonight he wanted to...to pretend that Ran did belong to him. To imagine that this was normal, that they were--lovers, and not just...whatever the hell they were now. That Ran staying all night in his bed, and...and maybe...maybe waking up next to him was a commonplace occurrence.
He laughed silently at himself before the thought was even fully formed, and shook his head. ' Like bloody hell,' he thought wearily. He wasn't about to let himself hope for something so impossible.
But no, he was not going to disturb Ran if he could help it. Even if it meant doing a half-assed job of wiping them both down with a corner of the damn sheet. He carefully disentangled himself just enough, leaned over and grabbed the farthest corner to do just that, grimacing a little at the sticky traces still left behind.
He dabbed at his lip, wincing slightly, and then had to contain his grin as he remembered that feeling, of being overwhelmed and possessed, the sharp flash of pain and ecstasy and most of all, the implicit statement that he belonged to Ran. The fierce swordsman had no idea how true that was, but Yohji intended to make sure that he found out. Of course, there was no guarantee that it would matter to Ran, but still.
He sighed, a little sadly, and very carefully touched Ran's lower lip with the sheet, although the gash there had already begun to scab over. There was nothing he could do about the dried red streaks of blood in various places, more of it on Ran than on himself. Ah well, it was better than nothing. And better that waking Ran.
He grinned to himself, just slightly, tucking one hand behind his head, the other still trapped under Ran's body as the other man lay curled against him. Hell yeah. No, it was going to be a good goddamn long time before he went to sleep...this might be his only chance to live his dream, and he was fucking well going to enjoy it.
-tbc-
Hmm...yeah...I'm going to ruin my reputation--that's not really a cliffhanger at all. ^^ But there is one more chapter, no da...
Responses to reviews--
SomaliChan: Actually, no, you misunderstood me--not my first fanfic, or my first lemon (almost, though) but it is my first Weiss Kreuz fic. Up until now I've written mostly for Yugioh and Gundam Wing. Only one more chapter, no da...sorry, when I said it got a bit of a plot, I just meant that it had more of a plot already than I had realized. But it's still only 5 chapters. And who said anything about a confession of love? *evil grin* back atcha...
The Doctor: Teehee! *blush* I'm flattered you think it's good enough to take notes off of. I was having fun, no da. ^^
Warnings: PWP, lemon, swearing, a little bit of sap, sort of, and possibly some OOCness. Other notes and warnings, see first chapter. Responses to reviews are at the end, as before.
Kagi's notes: This is part four, and the end of the Silent Night part; really chapter five is more of an epilogue, but I chose not to call it that way. Not much of a cliffhanger on this one...
As usual, "quotes" signifies speech, 'single quotes' are thoughts.../slash marks/ indicates thought or...well, you'll see. It is NOT telepathy.
~ Stille Nacht ~
Silent Night - Part 4
Ran hadn't really acted on conscious thought when he'd pulled Yohji down for that bruising kiss--the reaction had been pure instinct, borne of the annoyance he still carried from his partner's teasing manner, and the way he seemed to think he was in control of the situation. Ran was perfectly happy to let him take the lead in their lovemaking--that wasn't the issue, he didn't have a problem with Yohji being on top. It was the glint in Yohji's eye that spoke of his belief that he, and not Ran, was the one who had the upper hand in this...yes, okay, it was a relationship; whatever the nature of that relationship turned out to be.
His original intention had simply been to kiss the hell out of him in as aggressive a manner as possible, leaving a lasting impression of possession, and he suspected that he'd been nearly as surprised as Yohji when the kiss had ended as he bit down and tasted blood. He couldn't say that he was sorry, or that he wouldn't have done it on purpose if it had occurred to him beforehand.
It felt right, somehow, to leave his mark there the way Yohji had indirectly done to him. And he felt it was poetic justice, of a sort, that Yohji caught the already bloody wound in his teeth as he came, in the same way Ran had earlier.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he tucked away for later the oddly warm thought that he wasn't the only one who was going to be finding it painful to smile, for awhile. Most of his attention was transfixed by the electric image of ecstasy Yohji made as he grimaced, blood trickling down his chin, head thrown back as his body jerked reflexively with rippling shocks of release. Ran's body was suffused with heat, and he gritted his teeth against a moan at the sensation of hot seed spilling into his core. It was with a surge of immense satisfaction that he finally gave into his own climax, shuddering and letting out an explosive breath that was not--quite--a groan.
'Oh gods' ....he went limp at last and it took him a moment to realize vaguely that Yohji had not, in fact, collapsed on top of him, or even beside him. He was instead leaning on unsteady arms, bending over Ran and watching him intently with a strange expression on his face. With something of an effort, he focused enough to frown slightly as he studied the odd look. / What? /
Yohji shook his head, blonde locks tumbling around his face and hiding his eyes. Ignoring the silent question, he leaned down and gently kissed Ran on the forehead. Then he shook his hair back, giving Ran a faint quirk of a smile before he pulled out and fell with sigh to lie beside him in comfortable silence. Ran blinked bemusedly. What was that all about?
He looked over to find the green eyes fixed on him with an expression of complete contentment. For once, he could not read what lay behind warm gaze, and he was not sure how he felt about that, or the almost sacred reverence of the kiss.
Maybe it didn't matter....his own languid feeling of content was sapping his curiosity, diffusing whatever else he might have felt, and for now, it was more than enough. This was more than enough.
Ran rolled onto his side, putting his arm around Yohji, and turned his head to nuzzle the crook of his neck, lapping gently at it with his tongue before pressing a soft kiss to the same spot. He stilled then, face hidden against his lover, just holding him and letting the unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable feelings and sensations wash through him. A gentle hand stroked his lower back, making soothing circles on the sensitive skin, and he murmured in appreciation. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.
A soft, nearly inaudible whisper touched the silence, not breaking it so much as temporarily nudging it aside. "Don't go."
Ran stiffened and froze, realizing that while normally he would have done just that, tonight, it hadn't even occurred to him. He had wanted to stay here, wrapped in warmth and silence and strong arms, listening to Yohji's breathing as he fell asleep. Sudden fear washed through him, as the chilling reality of just how much he wanted that took hold of him. This was so not good. Really, really not good. Not smart.
He was appalled suddenly by the magnitude of what he could lose, and part of him wanted to throw it away before it could be taken from him. Because fate had never yet been kind enough to let him keep the ones he...cared about. And it would break him to have it torn away, to have this precious...something, torn asunder along with his heart, again. Better to break his own heart than allow it to be broken. Better to be lonely than to let someone else have that kind of power to hurt him.
And yet another part of him was angry, at fate and at his own fear, and that was the strongest part. His arms tightened around his lover, and he buried his face in his hair, breathing in his scent. The anger spiked with a sudden flash of defiance, he decided that he didn't care what fate had in store. He was going to fight it with every last breath in his body. After a moment, he replied in the same barely audible tone, "Go to sleep, idiot. I'm not going anywhere."
Yohji sighed and relaxed against him, and Ran ached with a feeling that was very near to laughter or tears, but he was not sure which. And in any case, he did not give in to it, except to turn and press a kiss on the soft tangles of blonde hair, and wonder desperately what he had gotten himself into.
He thought he would lay awake for a very long time, listening to the silence, but it was only a few minutes before the peaceful lassitude again took hold of his senses, and he curled into the warmth and let it pull him under into, for once, dreamless sleep.
~*~
Yohji, on the other hand, did lay awake for several hours, staring into the darkness, and wondering if he knew, after all, what he was getting into. He thought he had, thought he knew what he was dealing with here, but maybe...maybe he was not so sure.
He had surprised himself with his plea for Ran to stay--he had not been planning to say that; and if he had thought of it sooner, he would have thought better of it. The sudden surge of emptiness and feeling of impending desolation which had prompted it, had taken him by surprise, and he had spoken before he could censor it.
But if his plea had startled him, Ran's response to it had shocked him beyond words. The silent tightening of Ran's embrace before his gruffly whispered answer was so totally opposite of any reaction he might have predicted, and for Ran to actually say that he wasn't going anywhere...he was stunned speechless. He would have said five minutes ago that it was rather out of character for Ran. Hell, he still thought it was. He was confused, and he wasn't certain if this unexpected behavior was a good thing or a bad thing.
Ran's even breathing next to him signaled the other man's descent into slumber, and he smiled faintly in the dark, a wry, wondering expression. This was sooo fucking weird. He dreamed of this, dreamed of even one night with his fire-haired teammate, but he had never once allowed himself to imagine that sex would not be the end of it. He had never thought that Ran would stay a minute longer than it took to clean himself off.
Which reminded him...he raised his head, and sighed as he realized that getting up and getting a washcloth or something of the sort would require Ran moving, and would probably wake him up. And since Yohji was fairly certain that Ran had gone from the haziness of afterglow straight into real unconsciousness, in spite of the whispered words, he had probably not been really aware of the implications of being where he was. He might have just not felt like moving.
Yohji would rather not get him really awake and find out that Ran would leave after all once he was shifted out of his comfortable position. No, he didn't want to risk that. Just for tonight he wanted to...to pretend that Ran did belong to him. To imagine that this was normal, that they were--lovers, and not just...whatever the hell they were now. That Ran staying all night in his bed, and...and maybe...maybe waking up next to him was a commonplace occurrence.
He laughed silently at himself before the thought was even fully formed, and shook his head. ' Like bloody hell,' he thought wearily. He wasn't about to let himself hope for something so impossible.
But no, he was not going to disturb Ran if he could help it. Even if it meant doing a half-assed job of wiping them both down with a corner of the damn sheet. He carefully disentangled himself just enough, leaned over and grabbed the farthest corner to do just that, grimacing a little at the sticky traces still left behind.
He dabbed at his lip, wincing slightly, and then had to contain his grin as he remembered that feeling, of being overwhelmed and possessed, the sharp flash of pain and ecstasy and most of all, the implicit statement that he belonged to Ran. The fierce swordsman had no idea how true that was, but Yohji intended to make sure that he found out. Of course, there was no guarantee that it would matter to Ran, but still.
He sighed, a little sadly, and very carefully touched Ran's lower lip with the sheet, although the gash there had already begun to scab over. There was nothing he could do about the dried red streaks of blood in various places, more of it on Ran than on himself. Ah well, it was better than nothing. And better that waking Ran.
He grinned to himself, just slightly, tucking one hand behind his head, the other still trapped under Ran's body as the other man lay curled against him. Hell yeah. No, it was going to be a good goddamn long time before he went to sleep...this might be his only chance to live his dream, and he was fucking well going to enjoy it.
-tbc-
Hmm...yeah...I'm going to ruin my reputation--that's not really a cliffhanger at all. ^^ But there is one more chapter, no da...
Responses to reviews--
SomaliChan: Actually, no, you misunderstood me--not my first fanfic, or my first lemon (almost, though) but it is my first Weiss Kreuz fic. Up until now I've written mostly for Yugioh and Gundam Wing. Only one more chapter, no da...sorry, when I said it got a bit of a plot, I just meant that it had more of a plot already than I had realized. But it's still only 5 chapters. And who said anything about a confession of love? *evil grin* back atcha...
The Doctor: Teehee! *blush* I'm flattered you think it's good enough to take notes off of. I was having fun, no da. ^^