Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Hope Diamond ❯ Fall - 25 ( Chapter 25 )

Name: Androgene

Website: http://www.angelfire.com/space/noir13

Email: androgene@lycos.com

Title: The Hope Diamond (Book Two): Fall - Chapter 25 to 27

Summary: The final showdown between Weiss and Takatori. Ran is determined to rescue his sister and takes his vengeance on the man who destroyed his life. The only catch is, when Takatori dies, so must he. And there is nothing Yohji can do about it. YxA

Category: AU, fantasy, drama, angst, action, yaoi, shounen-ai

Rating: NC-17

Warning: One last lemon

Author's Notes:

I guess it's quite clear to everyone that 'The Hope Diamond' is coming to an end pretty soon. I'm still undecided on what kind of ending to give it. A 'and they lived happily ever after' ending, or something more along my taste. I think I should ease up on the angst though. It just occurred to me that the story might have gotten too painful for some people to read, so I guess I owe those people a sort of happy ending. Still, 'Hope Diamond' is meant to be an angsty star-crossed romance and we all know how that supposed to turn out. I really don't know which way to go. Have to think about it some.

Disclaimer:

All characters belong to their creators. WeiB Kreuz™ is created by Takehito Koyasu and Project WeiB. I don't own them and I don't profit from using these characters.

Fall

In retrospect, Fujimiya's tragedy was the root of the current troubles besieging the world, though it was a little known fact. When he agreed to become Takatori's Gem for his sister's sake, he unwittingly set into motion a series of events that would bring about the downfall of Estet and Takatori, and heralded the coming of a troubled decade people dubbed as the Dark Recession. For Gems were cursed creations, and they would eventually bring terrible retribution and misfortunes to their masters and all.

For two hundred years, the three oligopolies - Takatori Incorporation, Kritiker and Co, and the Estet Foundation - competed viciously to gain absolute dominance in the commercial and political arenas of Magnopolis. Corruption was rife and there was not a single area that their influences were not felt. However, the three powers unexpectedly came to an impasse, their influences neatly balanced in Magnopolis.

An uneasy stalemate was maintained for fifty years. But in recent times, a new Persia took over the leadership of Kritiker and Co, a new Schwarz possessing psychic talents oversaw Estet Foundation's operations in Magnopolis, and Reiji Takatori became the head of his clan and family company.

One day, ten years ago, Takatori unveiled his Gem to the world - shocking everyone, including his rivals.

Takatori's Gem was called the Blood Diamond and all who saw him thought he was aptly named. His skin was alabaster with a moon-sheen glow, and his hair was crimson ruby. All agreed he was the most beautiful thing in existence, though no one had ever seen his face. Takatori, being the possessive master he was, never allowed his Gem to go out into public unmasked. To that purpose, Takatori had a variety of expensive masks - all exquisitely handcrafted - made for his Gem.

Everyone was content to admire the cold pristine beauty of the Blood Diamond from afar, unwilling to risk Takatori's wrath. No one knew that beneath the Gem's aloofness and untouchable air was an imprisoned and lonely soul who despaired of his beloved sister ever waking up from her coma.

Certainly, the balance of power in Magnopolis began to shift with the creation of Takatori's Gem. While both Estet and Kritiker soon found themselves slowly losing the competitive edge, Takatori prospered.

Kritiker launched a series of business strategies that would counter the Takatori threat. In secret, Persia formed Weiss - his clandestine assassin group who would help to win back the edge he needed to oust Takatori and Estet from Magnopolis.

Estet, on the other hand, was more concerned with fulfilling the pact made with Belial, one of the three Crown Princes of the Demons' Plans, three hundred years ago. It would be the current Elders' task to perform the ritual and bring Belial into the Mortal Plane.

The summoning ceremony was complex and difficult, and required a special sacrifice - someone who was so pure and unique that he was literally one of a kind.

The Blood Diamond fit the bill perfectly.

The Estet Elders began negotiating with Takatori secretly, hoping to gain the Gem as a sacrifice in exchange for allying Takatori with the power of Belial. After long and delicate negotiations, the Elders and Takatori finally sealed the agreement with a blood pact.

Unbeknownst to them, Takatori had no intention of joining Estet or Belial's forces. He had other ambitions and his lust for power was far greater than his possessiveness of his Gem. He began to secretly taint the Blood Diamond, teaching his Gem how to kill and sending him out on shadow missions to kill those who stood in his way.

By doing so, he double-crossed Estet. For when Belial realized that the sacrifice was not pure, the Demon Prince turned his wrath on the Elders and killed them. Thus Estet would fall and Takatori was ready to take over their sphere of influence in a heartbeat. But he knew even a Gem was no match for a Demon Prince's power and in all likelihood he was sending his Gem to die. If Takatori wished to continue his ascent to total power, he would require a new Gem to replace the Blood Diamond.

And so he turned his attention to Fujimiya's comatose sister, Aya. Young, a virgin and an innocent, unknowing, unresisting and passive in her sleep, she would be the perfect sacrifice to take over her brother's place.

But Takatori, in his scheming, failed to take into account his own Gem's heart. In fact, no one, not Kritiker, not Estet or Takatori, saw it coming. Perhaps Persia did, if Botan ever gave him the prediction, but the head of Kritiker kept his own counsel.

Kudoh's tragedy was startlingly similar to Fujimiya's. He too was shattered by personal loss - in his case, his first true love. Burdened by guilt and grief, his life in shambles, Kudoh was easily recruited into Weiss. From a private detective with a promising future, Kudoh fell far and hard to become a 'ghost' among the living, only existing to kill in the shadows.

While on a mission, Kudoh had tried to flirt with a disguised Blood Diamond in a supermarket, unaware of his true identity or the fact the Gem was sent to kill the same target as well. Certainly when Weiss briefly fought the Gem much later, the Blood Diamond recognized Kudoh.

At that time, none of them realized it but the mission would change Kudoh and Fujimiya's lives forever. Though they were enemies, both of them had many things in common. It was a meeting that drew two pain-filled souls together into a forbidden and dangerous love.

It was dangerous for anyone to fall in love with a Gem, and even more of a taboo for the Gem to reciprocate the love. A Gem was bound to his master's life and subjected to his will and command. He had no freedom and no rights of his own, existing only for his master. In the Blood Diamond's case, he was kept isolated as well, for Takatori was a jealous possessive master. To love someone not his master was to invite punishment of the worst sort.

Constrained by secrecy, Kudoh and Fujimiya stole brief snatches of time to express their love for each other. Their love was furtive, tinged with desperate need and frustration. They could not love openly and freely, for those who ruled their lives were enemies.

When Takatori found out about their love, he exploded into a fit of jealous rage. As punishment, Takatori took his Gem against his will and ordered him to kill Kudoh, if he wanted his sister to live. Having little choice, Fujimiya bitterly submitted to his master's will, his heart breaking with pain and anguish.

But Takatori's treachery did not stop there. With the fruition of his plans nearing, Takatori ordered the Blood Diamond to aid Estet in their summoning ceremony, as agreed in the blood pact. With the threat of his sister's safety hanging over him, Fujimiya obeyed, an unwitting sheep led to slaughter.

Yet the fortunes of fate had a way of turning.

Weiss arrived to stop the summoning ceremony. And to Fujimiya's stunned disbelief, Kudoh came to his rescue. He thought he had killed his lover but Kudoh was very much alive - rescued by his loyal friends.

The summoning ceremony failed, as Takatori planned it would, and Belial, angered by the apparent betrayal, pulled the Elders into the Demons' Plane as he was inexorably drawn back - effectively killing them.

When Weiss attempted to make their escape, Schwartz confronted them. The team of psychic talents has kept themselves apart from the Elders' affairs, working subtly to gain their own freedom from Estet. In the end, their final fight with Weiss was simply a cover to fake their deaths, so they could disappear.

In the fight with Schwartz, Fujimiya finally learned the true extent of Takatori's deceit and betrayal. He learnt how his master had engineered his parents' death and his sister's coma, so as to trick him into becoming his Gem. He learnt that Takatori cold-bloodedly planned to sacrifice him to bring down his rival, Estet, and replace him with his innocent sister. Stunned and furious beyond belief, Fujimiya vowed to stop Takatori, save his sister and avenge his deceased parents.

In the space of a single night, the Estet Foundation collapsed, causing shockwaves of alarm to spread out through the world.

Yet Estet's collapse was only the beginning.

For Fujimiya and Weiss have turned their attention to stopping Takatori's diabolical schemes.

Chapter Twenty-Five

The safe house Manx took them to was by the coastline, a small unobtrusive chalet with its own private pier and far from the city. It was also well stocked and well furbished. Weiss could easily hide there for a month with little trouble.

Ran was contented to leave his lover to recuperate in the safe house with the rest of Weiss. Unlike him and his traitorous master, Kritiker had not abandoned Yohji and his friends; the agent Birman hung around to treat their injuries and made sure they settled in comfortably while the redheaded woman drove back to the city.

Oh yes, Ran was more than willing to leave Yohji at the safe house where he would be safe, where Ran could be sure Takatori would not be able to harm him. Despite Yohji's declaration to accompany him to free his sister, Ran was still very reluctant to drag his lover back into danger.

"Where are you going?" Ran froze when he heard the beloved voice behind him.

Amethyst eyes looked longingly at the back door. If he make a break for it now...

Ran gasped when he suddenly felt long sinewy arms wrapping around his arms and waist, trapping him against the lean hard chest.

"Didn't I say we're going to take down Takatori together?" Yohji's voice murmured next to his ear.

"I can't ask that of you."

"I made you a promise, Ran. A long time ago, remember? I said I would free you. I also said I would free your sister and take care of her."

"I know, I remember. But now...I don't want to risk your life again. Not for me, not when I nearly took it once. Not ever. Let me go, Yohji. Please."

His lover's arms only tightened more. "Iie."

Yohji forcibly turned Ran around so he could look the smaller man in the eye. "You're forgetting something. You're his Gem; you are bound to him by his life and his will. How difficult will it be for him to assert his control over you?"

"It's better than risking your life," Ran insisted stubbornly.

"No, it's not. If you go alone, you'll fail for sure. And the last thing you'll ever see is Takatori turning your sister into a Gem like yourself. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

Ran pressed his lips into a stubborn thin line, refusing to say a word. He knew that Yohji was right. Of course he was right. As a Gem, the only person he could not fight against and hope to win was his master. He needed help if he wished to free his sister and honestly, he felt a lot better if the help came from Yohji and his friends. They had, after all, taken down the Estet Elders.

But damn it, it was so hard to think clearly past the fear clenching his heart and clouding his thoughts. So hard to convince his heart that Yohji could take care of himself. So difficult to resist the temptation to leave Yohji where he was safe and attempt the rescue by himself.

Sensing Ran's distress, Yohji enfolded his agitated lover into a tighter embrace, tucking the ruby-red head under his chin.

"I don't want to lose you," Ran confessed at last. "I think I'll die or go mad if I do. Once is more than enough." He buried his face against Yohji's neck with a bitter laugh. "Silly, isn't it? You're the one who will be losing your love and all I can think of is how awful I'll feel if I lose you. This is so selfish of me."

"Not selfish, Ran. Just plain human," Yohji replied tenderly. "For once, you're thinking about yourself and I think that's a good sign."

Despite his fretting, Ran had to smile against Yohji's warm skin.

"We go together, all right?" Yohji asked.

"All right," Ran agreed. Now that he was calm and the fear abated, Ran could see it was tactically a sound decision. Alone, he would not have any chance but together with Weiss, the tide might just turn in their favor.

Yohji dropped a kiss upon the ruby-red hair. "Come on. We are gathering in the living room for a strategy-planning session. We'll need your input."

A thought occurred to Ran. "Yohji?"

"Nani?"

"How did you know I was going to leave?"

Yohji gave him a thoughtful and puzzled look. "That's a good question. I just knew you were going to do it."

Ran blinked.

That sounded familiar. It was similar to what he told Yohji when he unerringly tracked down his wounded lover hiding from Riot's henchmen. It seemed like they were developing some kind of sixth sense when it come to each other.

Ran dismissed the thought promptly.

Iie, it couldn't be right. If they did have that kind of connection, he would have known straight away that he did not kill Yohji, that his lover was still alive. This was just a fluke, just like the last time.

In the living room, dry and refreshed, the rest of Weiss and Birman were gathered about the low coffee table.

The youngest member, Omi, Ran remembered his name from conversations he had with Yohji in the past, was focused on the laptop while Ken was poring over a topographic map with Birman. In the background, the television was on with the audio muted, showing the news broadcast of the panic and chaos at Magnoris Inlet.

"What have you got, chibi?" Yohji asked without preamble.

The lanky blond sat down on the sofa, absently tugging Ran to sit next to him. Which Ran did so stiffly, feeling somewhat self-conscious to have their relationship openly displayed around people he hardly knew. Yohji sensed his discomfort and awkwardness. He could see Ran unconsciously bracing himself for censure and disapproval, either verbal or physical, conditioned from years of abuse from Takatori. This had to be remedied at once.

Ran glanced at his lover when Yohji squeezed his hand reassuringly and gave him a confident encouraging smile. He smiled back, feeling immensely better with Yohji's silent encouragement.

"Ahem," Omi coughed politely to catch their attention. "According to this website I found, the Forging requires three days. During the Forging, the Techno-Mage mustn't be interrupted. Even a split second lapse in concentration could prove fatal to all parties."

Ken stared, surprised at the laptop screen. "You found all these on the Net? Shouldn't this sort of information be restricted? It's dangerous."

"The sheer degree of difficulty is enough to deter anyone from experimenting just for the heck of it," Omi shrugged. "Beside it's the Net. You can find all kinds of things on it."

"So Takatori will be most vulnerable during the Forging," Yohji frowned. "But we would endanger Aya-chan as well."

"We have to stop him before the Forging begins," Ran stated.

"There is another important detail," Omi continued. "The area where he performs the Forging must be completely free of magical wards to prevent interference with the flow of the wild magic."

Yohji turned to his lover. "I bet his island is warded?"

"Hai. I remember when he Forged me, he had to take down the barriers and wards on the island. That includes the wraith-hounds. But he still has security details and if I'm right, they would be even more alert during the Forging."

Omi frowned. "We won't have time to fight our way through."

"They wouldn't be a problem. I can lead you through the defenses."

"Wait a sec," Ken interrupted. "Wouldn't he know what you're up to? I mean you are bonded to him. He already knows you're alive, right? Surely he'll know the minute you go to his island."

"Oh, he knows I'm still alive. That's why he increased the strength of his shield a few hours ago." Ran's smile was thin and malicious. "The bond goes both ways and his shielding is much stronger than mine. He's blocking me now to prevent me from knowing his thoughts but at the same time, it also prevents him from knowing what I'm doing. That is our advantage."

"Excellent," Yohji's smile was equally unpleasant. "He wouldn't know what hit him."

"Hold that thought, guys, and turn up the volume." Birman suddenly spoke up. "This looks interesting."

Curious, Ken reached for the remote control and turned up the television's volume.

"-The authorities have not been able to identify the culprits responsible for the murders of the Estet Elders and the destruction of Magnopolis' most beloved historical landmark. Nor have they been able to find any clues as to how and why they were killed. Right now, speculations and rumors are rife. Investigators have not ruled out any possibilities, though they have said during the press conference that the feud Estet had with Takatori Incorporation and Kritiker and Co is the most likely reason for their deaths.

"Mr. Persia, head of Kritiker and Co, has denied any involvement whatsoever, saying that the authorities are welcomed to investigate his company as long as, quote 'they were not corrupted officials bought over by Estet Foundation and Takatori Incorporation' unquote.

"On the other hand, Reiji Takatori has made the unexpected decision to retreat to his private island earlier this morning. He told the press before he left the mainland that he was shocked and disturbed by Estet's collapse. He also said it could only be the work of a very powerful person but declined to speculate on who it might be.

"Mr. Takatori has also denied eyewitnesses' reports that the Blood Diamond had been seen in the area earlier on the day of Estet's murder. He said his Gem has been staying on his island since last week. Mr. Takatori ended the interview by telling this reporter that he fears for his life and he is retreating to his island to wait out the storm. This is Mai Kusanagi, reporting live for CNN."

Yohji muted the television. "What a perfect reason to go to his island at this critical time."

"Yeah," Omi agreed. "In this way, no one would be able to question him and he had a plausible reason as to why he beef up the security at his island too."

"It also solved another question for us," Birman added. "When is Takatori performing the Forging?"

"Tonight," Ran replied confidently. "He would have to start the Forging tonight. He can only stay on the island for so long before people become suspicious. The Forging starts at the stroke of midnight; we have to get there before then."

"It will be best to operate under the cover of darkness," Omi mused. "Minimize the risk of being detected."

Ran shifted forward to have a better look at the map. "Here," he pointed. "We can land here, on the west beach of the island. It is the closest landing site to the mansion. And from there, I can lead you straight to the rooftop where he will doing the Forging."

"Security?" Omi inquired.

"Here, here and here. These are the weak spots. But we can't risk any light."

"Not a problem. That's what night vision goggles are for."

They spent the next hour discussing and planning their attack before Omi, sensing everyone's growing fatigue, called it a day.

"I don't think there's anymore we can do at this point," Omi said. "The rest we have to wing it as we go along. Better get some rest. Takatori won't be an easy target to take down. Um, Birman, could you-?"

"Get hold of a speedboat for you?" Birman finished his request. "Leave it to me, Weiss."

"Thanks, Birman. Okay, that's it. We'll meet here again at eight o'clock."

They dispersed.

Ran followed Yohji to the nearest bedroom, concerned with his lover's well being. Yohji had tried to hide it but Ran could see the stiffness in his posture and the ginger way he carried himself. His lover's healing wounds were still bothering him quite a bit.

While Yohji headed straight for the double bed, Ran made sure the door was securely closed before joining his blond lover. In silent companionship, he helped Yohji out of his borrowed shirt and carefully eased him back onto the soft bed, noting the soft sigh of relief escaping the blond.

Ran sat down next to Yohji, placing a cool hand lightly over the angry red scar in his abdomen. "Better now?"

"Much."

Brooding amethyst eyes lowered to the scar as Ran carefully traced the healing ridge of skin, wishing he could go back in time and stop himself from hurting his lover so badly. He stopped when a tanned hand clasped over his fingers.

"Don't beat yourself over it," Yohji told him firmly. "It was never your fault." He gently pulled Ran down until the redhead was half-lying on his upper torso, facing him.

Ran relaxed as he rested his head on Yohji's chest. He sighed, enjoying the sensation of Yohji stroking his cheek, the long graceful fingers playing with a crimson eartail.

Amethyst eyes, glimmering with love and worry, locked with somber and tender verdant green.

On one hand, he was worried to death what Takatori would do to his sister. On the other, he was fretting over his lover's future. How would Yohji take it if they did succeed in killing Takatori, thus indirectly killing him as well? Ran remembered how shattered Yohji had been when the Riot prostitute died in order to save him. What would this do to the sensitive blond man?

Ran reached up and lightly traced Yohji's features with his fingertips. "What did I do to deserve you?" he wondered aloud. "How did you come to mean so much to me? More than life itself?"

Silently, Yohji kissed the roving fingertips as they glided past his mouth.

"I'm worried, Yohji. If you go, I'm afraid that Takatori will kill you. But if we succeed and you live, I'm afraid what my death will do to you."

"I'll be fine, really."

"Don't give me that bullshit."

"Can't hide it from you, can I?" Yohji remarked lightly.

The corners of Ran's mouth turned down unhappily. "Don't do that."

"I'm sorry. I'll be fine, I guarantee."

But Ran couldn't help worrying. There was darkness in Yohji's green eyes even though he tried to hide it behind his usual confident and charming self. Ran was sure Yohji would not be able to walk away from his action unscathed, afraid guilt might overwhelm Yohji, push him over the edge. The thought of it was enough to make Ran's heart clenched with fear.

"I love you," Ran told him softly. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. I'd never regret knowing you."

He leaned forward and kissed Yohji.

"Live for me, Yohji." Ran murmured against the cherished lips. "Promise you'll live for me?"

"Ran..."

"Promise me," Ran pled.

"I promise. I can't deny you anything." Yohji kissed him back.

Willingly, Ran sank into the kiss, yielding to the insistent warmth of Yohji's tongue seeking to claim him. Eyes falling shut, he dueled gently with Yohji's tongue, determined to give all of himself to Yohji. He needed this contact, this closeness with the man he loved. This was the last time they would be together, and he wanted, needed to make every moment count.

Suddenly, their kiss turned desperate.

Overwhelmed by the need to feel Yohji's bare skin on his, Ran tried to take off his own shirt without breaking the kiss. His fingers fumbled on the buttons and finally, with a growl of frustration, he simply tore off the shirt and tossed it aside, not caring about the buttons he ripped off in the process.

Yohji chuckled but silently gave him a hand with his sweatpants. Finally naked, Ran wrapped his arms about Yohji's neck as he cuddled close, sighing in contentment.

"Yohji..." he muttered his lover's name, moving to straddle him.

His eyes flew open when he felt Yohji's sudden wince of pain, and instantly realized where he was sitting on. Swiftly, he shifted away, relieving the added pressure to Yohji's wounded abdomen. "Gomen!"

"It's okay," Yohji smiled wanly at him. "Just wasn't expecting it."

"Poor thing," Ran murmured. "Let me do the work then."

Ran leaned forward again and kissed him deeply. His hands traveled south, caressing and stroking the hard angular planes of Yohji's torso, fingertips running up and down the pectorals before lightly grazing over the flat brown nipples.

Yohji took a sharp intake of breath, forcing himself to lie still as Ran broke the kiss and began to nibble on his neck. He shuddered at the sensation of those soft lips and teeth licking and delicately biting the sensitive skin, the feel of cool fingers playing with his nipples.

"Ran..." he moaned huskily, one hand reaching up to cradle the crimson head close. He could feel himself getting hard, the blood rushing south to his groin.

"Remember this, Yohji." Ran muttered against the heated golden skin as he continued pressing nibbling kisses across the collarbone and down the smooth chest.

"Never forget," Yohji answered, his breathing starting to get harsh and heavy. He groaned as Ran gently licked his nipple, before taking the peaked nub of flesh into the cool orifice of his mouth, sucking and biting lightly. He toyed with Yohji's other nipple, sending twin bolts of sensation through Yohji. Yohji's groan changed into a breathless shout when he felt a cool hand slipped into his pants and caressed his erection.

Ran lifted his head, smiling a little at the sight of his lover, flushed and so very aroused. Sitting back, he reached down and slowly freed Yohji from his pants, wanting to see his lover's proud erection.

"Do you remember the night we first made love?" he asked.

Yohji gave him a heated sultry smile. "How can I forget? You were so very beautiful."

"And so were you." Ran tossed aside the pants and sat down between Yohji's open thighs. "When you finally took off your clothes, I remember thinking to myself how much you reminded me of the sun."

"Sun?"

"Hai." Heated amethyst eyes traveled down the length of Yohji's naked body. "All golden skin and compact strength. You glow, my love, in that darkened bedroom, of life and freedom. I remember thinking to myself how very lucky I was to have you for a lover."

Pale slender hands gently encircled Yohji's thick throbbing length. It was as hard as the rest of his lover, warm as well. Ran stroked the entire length of it, up and down several times, watching in fascination as a single drop of precum gathered at the head of it.

"If I was the sun, then you were the moon." Yohji shuddered as Ran slowly, reverently stroked his throbbing member. "You were all silver moon glow...glimmering, fey and pristine...pure and untouchable but you came down to me...You let me touch you and make love to you. It was...the most precious gift I have ever received."

"That's because you deserve it. No one else could see the real me beneath the Blood Diamond." Ran bent his head and the tip of his pink tongue emerged to daintily licked up the drop of precum glistening at the tip of Yohji's erection. He was instantly addicted. Yohji's taste was so different from Takatori; he tasted of goodness and sun, everything his master was not.

He gave the throbbing erection one firm luxurious lick from root to head before exploring the tiny slit with his tongue. His eyes fluttered close as he took the engorged tip into his mouth, working at it with his teeth and tongue, the sounds of Yohji's pleasure filling his ears.

Oh, Yohji, if our lives were different, I would stay with you forever.

Ran took the whole length into his mouth, suppressing his gag reflex to allow Yohji's erection slide down his throat until he reached the root. Above him, Yohji groaned and his hips thrust once involuntarily to drive himself further down Ran's throat. Ran felt a hand on his head, holding him down and began to suck Yohji off earnestly.

So many 'what-ifs'...I wish we never have to part, not like this.

Ran gently released Yohji's erection and shifted upward until he straddled Yohji, legs apart and his weight supported on his knees on either side of Yohji. Tanned hands reached up and clasped about his hips; he covered those hands with his own pale ones and lowered himself down onto Yohji's erection.

His eyes fluttered close, head tipped back, as he felt the tight ring of his entrance gave way to the pushing hardness of Yohji's member. It was painful at first because he did not prepared himself, but the pain was swiftly overwhelmed by the pleasure of Yohji filling him. Ran moaned as he continued his descent until Yohji was fully seated within him.

"So beautiful," Yohji muttered through his rapid breathing, green eyes bright with desire and love greedily devouring the sight of his lover impaling himself on his member. The sensation of that tight channel encasing him, squeezing his length with every thrust Ran made threatened to shut his brain down.

"You are so good to me, Yohji." Ran panted, amethyst eyes heavy-lidded, yet glinting with emotions. "No one else treat me like I'm a person. How could I not fall in love with you?"

Ran brought those tanned hands up to his mouth, kissing them, as he slowly rode Yohji. "I love these hands of yours...how clean they could make me feel. I love you, Yohji Kudoh."

"Beautiful love," Yohji moaned. "Fly with me..."

He reached down to Ran's erection, wanting to give him the same pleasure he was feeling. But Ran shook his head and gently placed Yohji's hands on his hips.

"Later," he gasped softly. "You first."

Yohji moaned again as Ran's channel squeezed him again, bringing him closer to the edge. "Ran...my sweet love...god..."

They moved together, picking up in speed and intensity, until Yohji could not hold back any longer and he came with a shout that could be heard outside the chalet, shuddering deeply as he spilled his hot seed into his lover's channel. He slumped back against the pillow, panting as Ran continued to move above him, milking him of the last few drops. Then gathering his strength, Yohji coaxed Ran to shift upwards until the tip of his pale rosy erection nudged against Yohji's lips.

"Yohji?" Ran murmured, not exactly catching on.

"Your turn, sweetheart."

Ran gasped as Yohji took his erection into his mouth, his length sliding so smoothly down his lover's throat that it left him dizzy and ready to collapse from the pleasure. Only the firm hands cradling the twin melons of his bottom prevented him from falling over. He grasped the headboard, amethyst eyes glazing over with desire as he looked down into the tender verdant green eyes of his lover. He thought he could make out the thoughts shining in that beloved gaze - Yohji's thoughts of love and endearments - as Yohji reciprocated the pleasure Ran had given him.

And Ran smiled, his breath coming in short rapid pants and sweat covered them. He thrust faster, hips moving ever so restlessly as the climax rushed upon him and broke like a dam giving way. Ran tossed his head back, crying out as he came. This was so good, the best because it was with the man he loved. Body still quivering in the aftermath and his mind clouded with a pleasurable haze, Ran gasped as he suddenly found himself on his back and Yohji hugging him in a tight embrace.

"I will miss you," Yohji confessed in a choked voice next to his ear. "I will miss you so much..."

Biting his lip, Ran buried his face in Yohji's shoulder, returning his death grip as well.

"All the time in the world is not enough." Yohji continued nearly inaudibly, his eyes squeezed shut against the tears that threatened to fall. "I want an eternity with you."

Silently they clung to each other in desperate love and need, wishing there was another way but knowing there was none.

This was their last time together and by dawn the next day, they would be separated by the great divide forever.