Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Youji ❯ Lemon, with fire ( Chapter 10 )

Twilight Youji 10/?

By Nix Winter

Warnings: LEMON. NC17, graphic sexuality, yaoi, Youji and Aya are gonna do each other, angel and demon sex. If you read farther than that, you should know what you're getting into. If any of the following words cause you concern, please skip this chapter, love scene, sex, gay... Yummi

Disclaimers: they never designed them with wings or burning hair, so I guess these ones must be mine. However, the original Aya, Youji, and the rest of the Weiss Kreuz characters do not belong to me. Neither do I own the Gravitation characters or Gundam Wing, not even Cowboy Bebop... Tsk

Twilight Youji

Ran Fujimiya was ninteen, nearly twenty and kissing Youji had been his first kiss. The first real kiss that had nothing tenative in it. Held in Youji's arms now, hips to hips, warmed by the wing laying over both of them, leaving just Aya's feet bare, the silk and wet wool slacks between them felt like nothing at all. "Youji," Ran confided, voice deep, nose to nose, "I've never been with anyone like this. Tell me how we do this?"

Youji had a couple years on Ran, but he'd never been with another man before. He'd dated a girl with yaoi manga. "Well, in the manga I read," Youji started, only to have Ran pull back a little, looking into his eyes. "What?"

"We're going to do this like you read about it in some manga?"

"Uh," Youji said as Ran rolled him over, the mossy and unearthly accepting bed letting his wings sink deep into the green softness. "It looked like fun."

Ran sat on his hips, the vunerable, unmentionable part of his body pressing down on Youji's hard passion as Ran held the angel between his knees. Yellow fire, bright as tiny suns, burned without destruction over the tips of Ran's ear tails. Slowly, expressing his ownership in some primal way, as he took his time removing his suit jacket, then his shirt, one button at a time. "I did not search through worlds to find you to have some 'fun'."

Youji watched him with wide, very awake green eyes. "Aya, you gonna burn me up then?"

Ran threw his shirt away from the bed and leaned forward, hands beside Youji's head, pinning him, golden flames lighting up around his head. "You are the most beautiful man and I love you, but I am not making love to you like some how to you read out of a manga."

Curious fingers reached up to touch Ran's fire red hair, soothing through the flames. "It's warm."

"It's fire," Ran explained, an amused smile lifting thin lips for a moment before he leaned close and touched his to Youji's. This lead to tasting, exploring kisses that didn't match any manga or book. Hungry mixing of licks and sucks, bites and then the penetration of Ran's tongue into Youji's mouth, deep exploration over teeth, one gold crown, soaking in the flavor of clean rain, amazement at the lack of cigarette taste. A month is a long time to go without a smoke. Ran sucked Youji's tongue into his own mouth openin himself to the gentle, more patient explorations. If this kiss was all he got, Ran decided he could spend eternity right here, deep into the tasting of this man he loved.

Youji arched his hips, pressing his hardness into the seam between Ran's legs, to the very private place above it. The demon snarled possessively, controlingly, his hands moving to pin his angels wrists against the moss, in the narrow valley between Youji's curls and his. With his angel pinned he broke the kiss, drawing back to look at him. "I want you forever. I want always to be your mate. I will never share you. I will never fully rest when i am not with you. Tell me that you are my angel?"

Lips still tingling from the kiss, growing all the harder for being pinned under Ran's impossibly strong legs, hot hands. "I am your angel, your man, your lover, hell, heaven, I'll even be your housewife if you want."

Smiling, red flame even flickering over his white teeth, even the slightly more pointed ones where his canines used to be. "You are the ring I will wear," Ran slowly trailed a very red tongue tip over the pointed tooth. "Youji, I was lost until you paid to bring me back. I'm yours just as much as I want you to be mine. Does my angel need me?"

"I need you," Youji said, jet black wraith tears pooling in his green eyes. "The hope of you drew me back from nothingness. I need you so much so that if you leave me I'll just let that nothingness swallow me again. I'm afraid I'll need you too much and you'll come to hate me for it."

Ran lay down on him then, holding his hands, not pinning his wrists. "Wrap your wings around us?"

There was another kiss. This one was soothing, gentle, touching all those places Ran had found in Youji's mouth that he liked or made Youji purr, shiver in pleasure. With black wings crossed over them, shrouding them both in their own world, Ran let flames engulf him, burn away his pants, burn away the silken sheet, but not to burn so much as a single feather. There, skin to skin, he pulled his hands back to Youji's face. "Maybe if i were a man, a mortal, your need would eat through me. You were always an angel, from your birth you had that potential, but I am newly demonic. Though my rage pushed me that way. Youji, I am not a man. I am immortal as you and have appetites equal to yours. My need is for you to need me. We are the mirror of each other. We belong to each other and I will love you always."

Youji buried his hands in Ran's fire, bathed in the light his wings surrounded. "Don't we need some 'lube'?"

"For what?" Ran ask, on hand slipping between then to stroke along Youji's very male organ. Green eyes crossed and trembling rippled through him. "That feels good?"

"Yes! Don't stop!"

Ran did stop, apologizing with kisses down Youji's throat. "Don't cum."

"Oh! That's easy for you to say! Ran?" Youji complained as he closed his eyes and tried real hard not to think of the hot silk skin caressing him as Ran moved. "Do you know how badly I'm already right to the edge?"

"I want you to cum inside me, as I say 'with this ring I thee wed'."

"We getting married?" Youji asked, face relaxed, hiding the kind of hope that's there, but not strong enough to show it'self.

"Marry me, Youji," Ran asked, the hand around Youji's hardness withdrawing, returning to caress his face, then to touch one of the wings, fingers smoothing over shiney black feathers. Youji's voice fluttered, eyes falling half closed, lips trembling as he sighed, contentedly, like a cat purring. "You like that?" Ran asked stroking both wings then, with tender, gentle fingers.

"Yes, oh god, Ran! Oh my god!" Youji arched up under Ran, fingers still tangling in the firy hair. "Stop! Or I'm gonna lose it! Oh god, it's like, like my nerves are harp strings, oh shit!"

Ran laughed, strummed the wings again. "Take a deep breath, I want to show you something."

Panting, Youji let his arms fall back so they lay against his wings, fingers laying in the moss. "I've never wanted someone so fucking bad in my life!"

"You," Ran said, laying down on him again, rubbing just slightly, hips to hips, firy hard against about to exlode hard, "have a very foul mouth for an angel."

"I didn't ask to be an angel so ain't no one getting any restraint out of me," he said, closing his eyes again, goosembumps rippling across his shoulders, down to very hard and sensitive nipples.

"Open your eyes, beautiful. Look at my fingers, at my skin, watch the flames for a minute."

Youji felt the warmth of the flames on Ran's hand before he opened his eyes. The flames were mostly yellow, flickering moving over his skin like some exotic pet, dancing, maybe like domesticated sunlight. "It's beautiful, Aya, Ran," Youji said, entranced enough to nearly forget about reaching his orgasm. "Are demons supposed to be this beautiful?"

"Don't know," Ran said, evading the question that Youji hadn't really asked. "Do you trust me?"

Love and trust and desire, they were each separate species of emotion and though they interbred sometimes, they could each be very territorial too. Ran watched Youji's face as the angel sorted through his feelings. "I trust you," he decided and they both knew it was a chosen decision.

"There is an oil, like some herbal oil on my fingers, my skin, where ever I burn. I've used it as lube on myself, to jerk off," Ran explained, watching Youji's eyes grow wide, his breathing slow. "I will not burn you."

Youji spread his legs, even as he pressed his palm to Ran's burning hand. "I trust you."

"Youji, have you ever," Ran asked, sliding back so he knelt between Youji's spread and now bent knees. "Been with a man?"

"No," Youji said, wings drawing back so they were just a little wider than his shoulders, but were like pillows, propping him up. "Like I said," he said, smiling, teasing,"I read a manga, but no where was there a demon sticking flaming fingers up his lover's ass."

Ran tucked his tongue between his upper lip and his slightly longer fang. "Funny, angel boy," he teased back, "I haven't done this before, so you'll tell me if it doesn't feel good, yeah?"

"Touch my wings with your other hand and you could probably disembowel me and I wouldn't notice," Youji said, his hand resting on Ran's flaming one, guiding it down between his thighs, lower. "Go on."

The flames leapt up and Youji took a deep breath, slow, as Ran's fingers parted the cheeks of his ass, searched for the tender, untouched entrance. "You're hot," he said, a delibriately sexy tone, to let Ran know it didn't hurt. "Getting hottttt." The t sound drew out as Ran circled over puckery highly tender flesh, the natural oil of his fire soothing, massaging, sliding, and then two fingers slipped right into him, opening and impaling him with heat like a shot of whiskey. "Oh god!"

Ran froze, shivers going across his shoulders, his own balls so tight with the unexpected pleasure of spreading his personal oil inside this man he loved. "Hurts?"

"Fuck no! OH more!" Youji groaned, tilting his hips. "Can your cock do that too?"

That was something Ran hadn't considered. Suddenly that hard part of him burst into flames. His mouth dropped open and he had to sit back for a moment, just watching it. He scrathed the back of his neck, watching sunlight, concentrated sunlight dance up and down his length, around in vibrant red curls. "I think so."

Cautiously, Youji reached out to touch him, fingers chasing flame up the length, then around the edge. Ran fell back, but caught himself on his hands, thusting up into Youji's touch. "More! Youji! Oh Youji stroke me! I think I'm gonna die from it! God it's never felt that good! OH my god!"

Youji gave him a push back, snickering slightly. "There, so you don't tease me about my wings. You're gonna say it now, about my muscles the ring of muscle?"

Before Ran realized it, Youji had him laying flat, and straddled him. Slowly, he lowered himself onto the flameing slickness of Ran's unique manhood. "I trust you," Youji snarled, hardly able to control his own need to release. "OH god, say it loud so I can hear it!"

Slowly, Ran penetrated Youji's virgin sheath, and at the top of his lungs, he screamed, "With this ring, I thee wed! Wed! Always, oh Youji! I love you!" Flaming hands had his hips then, gripping as he thrust, pulled back, thrust demonic fast. Black wings spread out, making a midnight sky over them in the ever present rain and Youji cried out, harmonies that would not have been possible for a mortal throat, angel song as his demon lover released into him and he lost himself into the flames of Ran's chest, flames that burned but did not destroy.

"Wed! I give you my ring, my body, my soul!" Youji cried, sobbing as Ran drew him down, hugging him, petting great feathering wings, golden rain wet hair. They'd forgotten that Ran wanted Youji's pearls hidden within his own body, but there would be other times, other pearls, other cries and flames. They had eternity.