[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 5

Yohji's room was still cold; he noticed Ran shiver a little as he shut the door securely behind them. "Make yourself at home," he said, and went to turn on the fire. "Sorry it's cold. It'll warm up in a bit."

"I'm fine," said Ran, almost automatically, still shivering.

Yohji snorted sceptically. "You're cold." He felt Ran's neck with the back of his hand, the skin cool despite his rapid pulse; Ran leaned into the touch like a cat, hungry for contact. Yohji nodded towards the bed. "Why don't you get under the covers and warm up a bit?"

"I'm fine," Ran protested, with his usual resistance towards anyone trying to take care of him, faint irritation crossing his face out of habit.

Yohji laughed. "I tell you what," he said, as seriously as he could manage, green eyes twinkling, "I'll get in with you, just to keep you company."

"Oh," a slightly sheepish smile displaced the confused frown on Ran's face, the faintest of blushes spreading across his nose. "Alright."

Yohji pushed Ran gently towards the bed, following him under covers that felt almost damp with cold. He took Ran in his arms as naturally as if they'd been doing this for years, pulling the quilt up to their ears, kissing the top of Ran's head as he snuggled into Yohji's neck. It felt so good, so right, that it took Yohji's breath away.

Ran let out a whimper as he slid an arm around Yohji's waist, finding his way tentatively under his shirt and brushing bare skin. Yohji jumped, hissed: "… fuck, your hands are cold…" but made no attempt to move away, letting his body warm Ran's fingers, seeking out Ran's lips with his for a long, deep kiss.

By the time he raised his head, Ran's hand was warm on his back, stroking up and down his spine in gentle, rhythmic movements.

They lay in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth, Yohji answering Ran's caress with soft strokes of crimson hair that smelt distantly of rose petals. He could almost drift to sleep, Yohji thought, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to miss this, not a second of it. That and the almost painful throbbing of his cock, constricted by tight denim.

He noticed a change in the pattern of Ran's stroking; he was sweeping lower, over the belt of Yohji's low-slung jeans, ghosting over his backside. Yohji groaned, tilted Ran's face to kiss, sliding his tongue steadily into Ran's mouth. Ran answered his kiss with a heat that took Yohji completely by surprise, arching his body firmly against Yohji's, sucking his tongue and moaning softly in the back of his throat. Yohji's body asserted its need starkly; he had a sudden and powerful desire to go with this rise in passion, to tear Ran's clothes from his body and fuck him senseless. From the way Ran's body was writhing against him he guessed they were sharing that goal; Yohji kissed Ran harder, giving his passion free rein, sliding one hand up under Ran's shirt to tease a hard nipple. The effect on Ran was electric; he gasped and arched, pushing his hips hard against Yohji's, whimpered faintly as he settled to the feeling.

Yohji felt fingers loosening his belt, grappling with the top button of his jeans. God, he was fast, for a…

Yohji's mind cleared a little, with that thought. "Ran," he whispered, "hold on."

"Just tell me," Ran panted into his ear, "tell me what to do…"

Reluctantly, Yohji took his hand from Ran's chest, ignoring the resulting whimper of protest. "Let's just take it slow, huh?" He brushed Ran's bangs back from his eyes, kissed him briefly. "There's no rush."

"I want…"

"I know," said Yohji, "but this is new to you, right? Let's just take it a bit at a time."

"But.."

"Ran." Yohji surveyed Ran's face with a steady, open gaze. "Trust me. We have plenty of time," and then, answering the unasked question in Ran's violet eyes, "I'm not going anywhere."

Ran nodded once, understanding.

"Good," Yohji kissed him again.

"But I still don't…"

"Shhh," Yohji soothed, a grin spreading across his face, "let me show you. Just lie back and let me show you."

Ran let Yohji roll him over onto his back with an vaguely indulgent smile, and lay still while Yohji just looked at him, slowly pulling the quilt back from his body.

"Warm enough?" Yohji checked, pausing with one hand flat over the scar on Ran's belly. Gentle. Protective. Ran nodded, and Yohji slowly started to undo shirt buttons, starting at the bottom and working up steadily, until he could peel the thick fabric over Ran's broad shoulders and down his arms, taking extra care on his wounded side. Yohji's hair tickled Ran's sensitive skin as he moved, bringing nerve endings vividly to life.

Yohji's fingers moved in patterns over Ran's flesh, tracing muscle first, then going gently over fading bruises and old scars… surprisingly few scars, considering. One thing about Ran, he healed well… when he let himself. His nipples were pink and hard, exquisitely sensitive, sending visible shocks through his body when Yohji touched them, so much so that he didn't dare dip his head and assault them with his tongue, not yet. His hand drifted across the smooth, tight belly to the top button of his jeans, holding Ran's eyes with his own as he undid it, and the next, and the next, using only fingertips, peeling back denim to reveal soft cotton underwear. He shuffled down the bed a little, Ran lifting his lithe body co-operatively to allow Yohji to peel his remaining clothing off his legs, kicking jeans and underwear over his feet to form a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed.

Yohji ran one hand back up firm thighs, transfixed by his first sight of Ran's cock, long and hard, rooted in a patch of deep crimson curls.

Ran was trembling, spread out naked in front of him, gazing at him through hooded eyes that held a bare, almost painful trust that Yohji had never seen before.

"So beautiful," he murmured under his breath, softly stroking the back of his knuckles over silky skin, following the subtle arc, noticing how Ran's hips flexed at his touch, his balls contracting sharply. He dragged his eyes up Ran's body to his face, tilted back as his body arched, lower lip caught gently between sharp white teeth. Yohji wrapped his fingers around Ran's length and squeezed firmly, relieving the pressure some, making Ran growl deep in his throat.

Yohji relaxed his grip a little and gave a few tentative strokes, judging by Ran's reaction what he liked best: firm but steady, even movements right along the length of his cock, unhooding the head with each stroke to be palmed, slick precome spread over sensitive skin. Yohji settled into a rhythm, one hand on Ran's cock while the other stroked his belly, watching the heated response of Ran's body to his touch with something approaching awe.

He felt Ran's fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss; his tongue probing gently as he moaned softly into Yohji's mouth.

"Yohji…" that voice again, syrup dripping from a spoon, "let me touch you."

It was all Yohji could do to keep from coming on the spot, those words centering him vividly on the fact that Fujimiya Ran, the most beautiful man he'd ever seen, was lying in his bed and asking, asking to touch him…

"Of course," he whispered hoarsely, fumbling one-handed with his jeans, brain too clouded to work.

"It's okay, you can let go for a minute," Ran regarded him through a haze of lust, normally pale cheekbones stained pink with a flush of pleasure, "I'm not going anywhere."

Yohji smiled at him, a little foolishly, and Ran helped him out of his clothes; or rather he inspired him out of his clothes, greeting each newly exposed inch of flesh with soft, investigative fingertips and warm, curious eyes. When he was finally naked, Ran pulled Yohji down beside him, rolled onto his side, and took Yohji's golden length in a grip so deliciously firm, so respectful, so perfect that Yohji just melted into the bed, eyes sliding shut. "Oh God," he murmured, "oh, Ran that's so good..." He reached blindly for Ran's body, pulling him closer and brushing his lips against his cheek, his nose, sliding one hand down to reclaim his grip on Ran's erection.

"Yohji… I can't… you'll make me…"

"Yes," Yohji husked, "I know," stroking Ran's sex as mercilessly as Ran was caressing his own, so close that their knuckles clashed, though neither cared. "Come for me," Yohji whispered, knowing that Ran had no choice, watching his face as he tensed all over, scarlet bangs falling back from his face as he arched into Yohji's body; he covered the head of Ran's cock with his palm to catch the first jet, wanting to feel the pressure as it was released from Ran's hard body. The slick feel of it sent him over the edge himself, letting out a loud groan and pushing his sex against Ran's as they spurted over each other's bellies. Yohji flung his arms around Ran and held him as tightly as he could, suddenly vulnerable, his face buried in crimson silk as his body shuddered, still groaning with every throb of his cock. Ran seemed aware of his need, despite the pleasure racking his own body, and answered it, hugging him close with one arm, stroking his hair, his breath warm against Yohji's cheek. As their bodies finally began to relax, Ran lifted his head, gentle surprise clear on his face as he saw the tears in Yohji's eyes.

"Just hold me," Yohji whispered, and settled into Ran's arms, pulling the quilt over their sticky bodies, noticing Ran wince slightly as his stiffening shoulder protested their recent activity. He softly laid his arm over Ran's belly, covering the wound with his palm. Ran grunted his age-old protest at evidence of care, but covered Yohji's hand with his own, brushing his forehead with his lips as they drifted towards sleep.