Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender ❯ Return ( Chapter 1 )

Lowering the television volume with the remote, Yohji turned his attention to the front door. The handle was shaking and he could hear one failed attempt after another to get a key in the door. He stood up just as the lock was finally opened and a slender figure began to enter. It was Ran, the top of his red hair basking in the rays of the porch light. “Wondered when you'd get in,” Yohji said while helping the other man keep his balance.

Ran slumped against the threshold of the door and began to look in back of himself, then looked Yohji in the eyes again. “I, I--,”

“I know,” the older boy nodded, pulling a wallet out of his back pocket. “Go on and get to bed,” he urged before stepping outside. He closed the front door behind himself and began walking out to the curb where a cab was waiting. “How much I owe ya?” Yohji asked while bending down to look in the passenger side window.

“Twenty-nine.”

“What?!” Yohji's eyebrows knitted together quickly.

The cabby brought up a hand to the meter on his dashboard and tapped on it. The number twenty-nine was in blaring, red, block-numbers. “He kept wanting to go here and there, here and there, then he'd change his mind all over again. Took me forever to convince him to just go home.”

Yohji dug the fare out of his wallet and handed it over. “Thanks for not throwin' him out.”

“No problem,” the cabby shrugged and began counting the money. “Night.”

Yohji waved at the cab after it made a U-turn and he went back inside.

The living room was a bit of a mess. Yohji had been waiting roughly three hours for Ran to get home and during that time he'd brought a plethora of snacks and beer bottles with him. The blond was almost finished cleaning up when he felt eyes on him. Turning around, he saw that Ran was peeking from behind a wall at him and acting sheepish. Yohji smiled. This was so out of the redhead's character to act that way. It had taken a solid year post-Weiss for the two of them to stop pretending as if they weren't the type who were stupid enough to fall in love. Ultimately, Yohji had to admit that being a playboy didn't feel as glamorous as it looked and Ran had to admit that being a hard ass all the time wasn't as satisfying as he made it out to be.

Defenses gradually coming down, it was okay to be natural, vulnerable, naked…naked both figuratively and literally as far as Yohji could detect, now that he was able see his lover better. Ran's hair was wet and it was obvious that he'd been in the shower. “Are you nude?” the blond asked rhetorically, but the redhead answered him anyway.

“…No,” said a small voice.

“Get to bed already,” the older boy shook his head.

“I'm waiting for you,” Ran explained.

Yohji couldn't help but to feel touched. It had taken so long for the other man to show that he valued closeness, to express that he too had needs and not just the carnal ones. Now he was doing it freely. He was drunk and confused at the moment, but still…Yohji knew when his boyfriend was being sincere.

Ran came into plain view and held out his arms as if to say, “I surrender.” Yohji's steps were quick as he embraced the redhead, pressing Ran's naked skin against his own clothed body. “I'm sorry,” the younger man breathed.

“Me too,” Yohji confessed as he drew slow circles on Ran's back. “Just promise not to go off like that again.”

“I got scared.”

“Only because I've been expecting to much from you. I know it was hard enough just moving in with me. I never should have asked you to wear the ring.”

“Never?” Ran asked, but stopped short of saying anything else. He was surprised at his own reaction, surprised at his desire to be committed though he had just tried to escape it.

“Well…not so soon at least. I'm just in a rush to start a family, I suppose.”

Ran turned his head slightly to look at the kitchen counter top. The small, black jewelry case was still sitting where he'd left it. Yohji's eagerness to begin a new family made Ran feel like he was betraying his old one by forgetting them somehow and by forgetting where he came from. That's why accepting the ring had been out of the question, why he'd been so horrified when Yohji got down and one knee, and why he'd ran out of the house as quickly as possible; running until his legs refused to carry him any further. His tired steps landed him in front of the karaoke bar where he'd had one drink after another.

“Let's go lie down,” the blond insisted.

The bed was pleasing to Ran's senses. It was good to be home in the little nest that he and Yohji had been working hard to build together. He suddenly felt so very stupid for ever running away. [Where exactly did you think you were going?!] the younger man scolded himself.

Ran waited patiently as his lover began to undress. Yohji dropped his pants first, then walked to the other side of the room with just a t-shirt on and began to set the alarm clock on his dresser. The redhead examined Yohji's backside thoughtfuly until the blond turned around and revealed a half-hardened penis. “Should we flip for it?” the older boy smiled.

“Depends. Do you have any preference tonight?”

“No.”

“Can I be bottom?”

“Yes,” Yohji nodded. “I'll get the lube out of the bathroom.”

Ran tried to get comfortable in bed and think of which position would be the most enticing for his lover to find him in. But he wasn't given much of a chance to decide as Yohji playfully attacked him and forced him down onto the mattress. Lying flat on his back, the redhead put a shaky hand to his rapidly thumping chest. “Shit, you scared the fuck out of me,” he smiled breathlessly.

“I'm sorry,” Yohji tried not to laugh, but could hardly help it. He initiated a tender kiss, the kind that was worth all of the hurt they'd each experienced earlier that day if it meant creating results like this. It was a kiss that meant forgiveness, acceptance, and joy.

“No more,” Ran whispered as he pulled at Yohji's shirt. It came off slowly until finally, they were able to feel each other's bodies without restriction. The redhead began to take advantage of his lover's nudity, feeling him, rubbing him, rousing him to the state that Ran needed him to be in tonight. The younger man widened his legs and presented himself.

“Already?” Yohji asked.

“I really need it. I need to feel grounded right now.” The blond nodded and he began massaging his boyfriend's opening with a little lube. But whether Ran was interested in foreplay or not, the best way to get his body to relax was to give him oral. Yohji lead a flat tongue up the shaft of his lover's penis. When he stuck the head into his mouth, he felt Ran's cock tighten up and become even harder than before. The familiar, tangy taste of pre-cum began to make its presence known at the back of Yohji's throat. He managed to get the entirety of his middle finger inside of Ran easily as his body started to adjust. “I'm ready.”

“No,” Yohji managed to say after releasing the redhead from his mouth. He had a doubting expression on his face. “Just a little more,” the blond insisted and began to work his index finger inside with the middle one. “…a little more,” he repeated. “And try not to be so impatient, it'll just make you tense up.”

Pushing himself inside, Yohji watched as his lover slowly closed his eyes. “Uh…” the blond huffed, still looking down to make sure that his effort wasn't causing any pain. But of course it was causing Ran pain, it just wasn't causing him any discomfort. There was a difference between the two. The sting that Ran felt inside let him know that this was all real. Like being pinched to make sure that something fantastic isn't just a dream. Now Yohji's body was moving and sweating against him. The older boy's breathing made music to the redhead's ears from up above. Ran wrapped his legs around his lover, gently clawing at his back from the pleasure of it all. By now the pain of Yohji's cock within him had subsided, but the memory of it was like an old photograph; fading, yet still able to elicit strong emotions.

The redhead watched Yohji's lower lip quiver as he neared an orgasm. The older boy stilled himself, trying to prolong his climax for the happiness of them both. The grip Yohji had on the base of Ran's cock had grown tighter, indicating how much the blond was struggling not to come. He pulled out for a moment, his chest heaving. The blond put his hands to his boyfriend's chest, kneading the muscle there with his fingertips and gently flicking his thumbs over sensitive pink nipples.

Ran was more vocal than usual. His mouth looked beautiful and Yohji couldn't stop himself from claiming it repeatedly. Each time they kissed, the younger man's lips seemed to become rosier and rosier as if arousal was filling them with fresh blood the same way it hade done with his penis.

Grabbing the other man by the thighs, Yohji inched himself back into his lover. The muscular tension inside had began to tighten again and the feeling during re-entry was exquisite. The walls of Ran's canal put thickening pressure around the crown of Yohji's manhood, making the rim suffer a delightful squeezing sensation. “Uh, ahhh…” the blond breathed, casting his head backward. He rocked forward and backward, backward and forward as the room seemed to become very warm.

Yohji's rhythm as he pumped in and out of his boyfriend became quicker and more forceful due to the redhead's inability to keep himself quiet. Ran was being louder than ever while moaning and arching up against his lover. The older boy wound a fist into Ran's wild hair. “I'm gonna…” Yohji began; forcing air through his teeth while breathing deeply. “Oh, here it is!” the blond announced just before he came.

“Yeah!” Ran called out excitedly. He stroked himself aggressively as a look of total satisfaction swept over Yohji's face. Stroking and stroking, the red haired man continued until he felt the last shred of control inside of himself disappear. His semen went in whatever direction his cock was being jerked into. It seemed to be everywhere, but the bulk of it had landed on Yohji's chest. The older boy smeared it in and circled his nipples with it. Both of them were smiling faintly, too breathless to say anything.

Their time in the shower was spent silently as they communicated through loving glances and careful touches. The lovers settled into the fresh change of bed sheets this same way.

Yohji had fallen fast asleep, exhausted from his share of the sexual labor, but Ran found himself still quite awake. He stroked his lover's golden hair while watching him breathe and dream. Gently, he climbed out of bed and tried not to make much noise as his feet padded against the wooden floorboards.

Ran leaned against the kitchen countertop, eyeing the black jewelry box thoughtfully. Bringing his fingers to its velvet body, he pushed the top open with his thumbs. Taking it to the sink window, he opened the drapes so that a little moonlight could shine through. Every beam mingled with delicate features of gold and diamond. Ran slipped the ring inside onto his marital finger in a ceremonious way and began to see it in such a different light now. No longer did he feel as if he was leaving his old family behind. Now it felt like he was adding to that family, growing it, and therefore giving it a bit of immortality. Marrying Yohji meant that the Fujimiya's were expanding, not ending, which made him feel good. His life as a Fuijimiya and their legacy was far from over.

Closing the kitchen drapes, the redhead returned to bed. Yohji was still fast asleep against the pillows, his hair in an elegant mess. He woke for just a moment as Ran settled back onto the mattress and they embraced. It was easy for both of them to fall asleep this time; finally ready for their own happiness, their future, and even a wedding.