Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ World Curled Dark ❯ Chapter 9

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

Chapter 9

Yohji surveyed his reflection critically in his wardrobe mirror. Snug jeans; stylish boots that gave him an extra inch in height; soft black cashmere sweater. Perfect. He ran his fingers through his hair, still slightly damp from the shower, and grinned at himself.

He couldn't believe he was going on a date with Ran. He couldn't believe he was with Ran.

On the other hand, he could remember those shy - and not so shy - kisses, the slick heat of Ran's mouth around his cock, warm breath on his neck...

Yohji adjusted his jeans with a cough, and tried to think of other things. There was a long way to go until he could drag Ran back to his bed again. Yohji had insisted on the full night out: dinner, a movie, possibly even a club if Ran felt up to it. And there was a good chance he would. In the week since they'd first fallen into bed together he'd been healing rapidly.

Yohji slung on his jacket and patted pockets. Keys, cigarettes, lighter, wallet.

He headed for Ran's room, whistling happily to himself all the way.

Ran was staring at himself in the mirror. He was not panicking, not over this.

He was actually the only person in the Koneko without a full-length mirror, and so he only knew for certain that his hair looked fine. He closed his eyes, and very deliberately did not groan in frustration.

At least he already knew that Yohji liked him in these jeans. They were comfortable, his oldest pair, still tight but thin with age and wearing through in spots. More importantly, they didn't press into his still-healing side.

And he knew that Yohji liked this shirt, or anyway he'd seemed careful about not damaging it while ripping it off. Not much to go on, really. Ran bit his lip, and looked around his bedroom a little helplessly. God, he wished he'd dated more in High School.

"You look gorgeous." Yohji lounged in Ran's doorway, leaning against the frame with one long leg crossed over the other, arms folded across his chest. "We'd better go quick or we'll be late. I'm not sure how long I can be responsible for my actions with you looking like that and standing so very close to the bed."

Ran felt himself blushing and looked down quickly, not wanting to see it even just in the tiny mirror. He waited for Yohji to laugh, but he just stepped further into the room and took Ran's hand. Ran glanced up through his fringe, tossed his head a little so he could meet Yohji's eyes.

And Yohji looked incredible. Ran knew he was staring, couldn't stop, and he might've still been worried about how he looked but in the sudden rise of lust he couldn't tell. "We're going on this date," he said firmly, more to himself than anything. Yohji just smiled.

Ken's voice drifted up the stairs. "I'm going to the store! You want anything?"

"Ice cream," Yohji replied, without taking his eyes off Ran. "And chocolate. Dark chocolate." He ran his tongue slowly over his lips, turning Ran's spine to jelly.

"Strawberries," Ran whispered, eyes fixed on Yohji's mouth, his own tongue unconsciously echoing the gesture. His hands strayed, Yohji's eyes darkened, and Ran began to think they wouldn't leave after all.

"What was that last?" Ken said, voice much closer now, and Ran stumbled back as the footballer caught himself on the doorframe and peered inside.

"Strawberries," Ran said, his voice maybe a little breathy. Yohji never looked at Ken, and Ran couldn't bring himself to break that gaze. He could see Ken staring at them out of the corner of his eye, first one and then the other.

"Umkay, whatever," Ken mumbled, and backed out through the door. Ran listened to him clatter down the stairs, still staring at Yohji.

"He'll never find any." Yohji crossed the short distance between them and brushed Ran's lips with his own, maintaining his lock on Ran's gaze through slitted eyes. "I'm the only one who can give you strawberries, baby."

Ran arched one brow very deliberately, playing with the idea of a smile. "Maybe he's just saving us a trip to the store," he suggested, pressing closer to the heat of Yohji's body. "You're still the only one who can use the strawberries."

"So long as we have that clear." Yohji ran a hand possessively over the curve of Ran's ass, and kissed his neck. "Oh God, if we don't get going soon..."

"The theater's not far," Ran said, thinking out loud. Well, inasmuch as he could think, at the moment. "We have a little time."

Yohji groaned and tugged Ran close, grinding hips as he kissed him. He tasted of toothpaste and smelt of shampoo and shower gel and a faint tang of aftershave that Ran would recognise anywhere.

Ran was lost in it, absolutely, the heat and scent and the electric feel of Yohji licking a broad stripe across his throat. "So we'll miss the previews," Ran murmured, catching Yohji's hair in insistent fingers.

"Oh no you don't," said Yohji, although he wasn't moving away. "I'm gonna make you wait." And he kissed that spot, under Ran's ear, the place that made him boneless and spineless and hopeless and anything Yohji wanted him to be.

He whimpered, spoke quickly to cover the sound. "If this is waiting, then I've got no problem."

"Oh God, you," Yohji murmured, dragging himself away. "Car. Now. You first." And he half shoved Ran out of the door with a light slap to his ass.

Ran smiled to himself all the way down to the car, climbing into the passenger side of Yohji's Super 7 as though they went out every Friday. His smile broadened into a subdued grin at Yohji's look of surprise. "You're taking me on this date, Kudoh," he said quickly. "That means you drive."

Yohji hopped rather flashily into the driver's seat, tossing and catching his keys with a flourish. "My pleasure," he said with a wolfish grin. "I guess I'm paying, too?"

Ran smiled, feeling incredibly smug for some reason. Or pleased, maybe. "Absolutely." And just having fun with it for once. Smiling because Yohji was smiling.

Yohji gave him an appraising look. "You're worth it, I guess," he smirked.

Ran pondered that as Yohji peeled out of the garage, somewhat stumped for a reply. Witty banter had never really been his forte. "Thank you," he said quietly, watching Yohji's smirk soften into a genuine smile.

"You're welcome," said Yohji.

*******

The journey to the restaurant was short, but gave Yohji time to recover something of his composure. He was fairly certain that Ran had no idea just what kind of effect he had on him. If he did he'd probably be a lot more smug about it. Or frightened, possibly. Yohji still hadn't quite worked out how confident his new boyfriend was about things.

Boyfriend. Yohji let the word sit in his head for a while. It was new. And exciting. And just a little ridiculous, because after all they were killers, both of them, they'd seen and done things no normal person would be able to stand. But, ridiculous or not, Yohji wasn't regretting his decision in the slightest. He'd never imagined Ran could be like this. So... normal.

He glanced over at Ran once they'd stopped at a light, and offered him an encouraging smile. Ran looked a little distant, maybe, but still good. Just that same distance he wore whenever facing the outside world. Ran caught him looking, and returned the smile brightly, Yohji suddenly blown away by it. He hadn't expected Ran to look so happy.

"The light's green," Ran said, watching Yohji blink and watching his smile turn into his more usual smirk before he shifted the car back into gear and peeled through the light.

"I noticed Omi was helping Aya-chan with her history homework again," said Yohji by way of conversation. Revelling in normality.

"I meant to talk to you about that," Ran said firmly, straightening a bit in his seat and shifting so that he could watch Yohji's profile. "I think there's something going on between them."

Yohji laughed. "Omi and your little sister? I'm pleased to see you haven't lost your edge of paranoia, Ran-chan. But honestly, if Omi had a death wish we'd have noticed it before now."

Ran moved again in his seat, just a little petulant resettling against the seatback. "There is something going on," he said ominously. "They watched TV together."

"TV, eh?" Yohji snickered. "Dangerous stuff. If I'd known I wouldn't have watched all those game shows with Ken."

Ran slapped Yohji's arm lightly with the back of his hand. "It's different for them," he sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Ow!" Yohji protested, as if the slap had done more than tickle. "How different? Are they the only ones susceptible to the evil TV rays of doom?"

"Yes," Ran said, very grave, his voice low. "The evil television rays of doom." He fought a smile, and waited.

Yohji gave a bark of laughter. "Ran! Was that a joke?"

"No?" Allowed a tiny smile, and watched confusion cloud Yohji's brain. "Maybe?"

"Well," said Yohji, his hand lingering too long on the gear shift, knuckles brushing casually against Ran's knee. "If that's what the evil TV of doom does, I'm getting you on that couch as often as possible."

"I think the evil of TV only works on teenagers," Ran said, trying for grave though he thought he might be smiling. "You'll have to find some other evil. Strawberries, for instance."

"Mmm. Evil strawberries. Well, this place has a good desert menu. You never know your luck." Yohji turned into the restaurant car park, fast enough to skate the tyres in a hiss of gravel. Showing off, as usual.

Ran felt himself sliding in his seat, even with the racing harness. He flailed for a handhold, grabbing Yohji's thigh and clinging as they slid to a stop perfectly within the parking space. Ran loosened his hold to a caress, and very deliberately didn't say anything. "Strawberries and chocolate, I think."

"I thought we were stopping for dinner," said Yohji, with a grin that bordered on a leer. "Not sex."

"There's something to be said for waiting, I think," Ran said archly, relaxing into it. "We can just ... anticipate, all evening."

"All evening?" Yohji squeaked, his hand snaking up Ran's thigh. "You're a hard man, Fujimiya Ran."

"And getting harder," he gasped. Yohji grinned an evil grin, and brushed a knuckle over the seam of Ran's jeans.

"So you are." Yohji leaned in and ran his tongue over the curve of Ran's ear.

"Don't we have a reservation?" Ran said weakly, without conviction. Yohji moved as if to answer, and Ran flailed a hand up to hold him in place, fingers tangling in Yohji's hair.

"Oh God," Yohji murmured, kissing Ran's neck and jaw and finally settling on his mouth. Kneading the hard ridge in Ran's jeans with strong, skilled fingers.
Ran whimpered, moving into the press of Yohji's fingers. He was about to come in a rather conspicuous car in the parking lot of a very popular restaurant, and somehow he didn't care.

Yohji's fingers dealt deftly with the zipper of his pants and slipped inside, massaging his impossibly hard cock and slipping his tongue in and around Ran's mouth in the same irresistible rhythm. After a while he pulled back and, keeping his eyes on Ran's all the while, slid down his body to take his cock between his lips.

"Oh my God," Ran stuttered in a broken breath and Yohji's tongue velvet-soft pressing flat against his swollen foreskin, the tip thrusting inside. "Yohji, please." The arclights were bright in his eyes, they were completely exposed with just the light window-tinting between them and discovery, and Yohji did something his tongue fluttering or rippling and Ran gasped for air.

Yohji mumbled something and his fist wrapped around the root of Ran's cock and squeezed gently, started to move.

They could be seen. Found. Discovered.

At any minute.

Didn't Yohji care?

Didn't he...

A couple walked past the rear window, a man's low voice and a woman's high heels clicking on the pavement. Ran shuddered, and let his head fall back against the window, and came.

Yohji kept sucking, rubbing Ran's thighs in soothing circles, half an eye on the window as he licked his lover clean. He looked up at Ran, smirking, eyes glittering through his bangs. "Wow."

"Yeah," Ran murmured, looking down at Yohji with something close to affection, slowly untangling his fingers from Yohji's hair. He cleared his throat. "Are you?"

"Me? I'm fine. Horny as fuck and... man. That was close, you know, if she'd looked this way..."

"Have you ever, I mean." Ran looked down, knew he was blushing. "Have you ever done anything like this? And have you ever been caught?" He was blushing, but he couldn't hide the curiosity and lust in his voice.

"Never. I mean, never done anything like... maybe the odd fumble in an alley round the back of a club, but..." Yohji cupped Ran's chin, gently raised his face and smiled at him. "You're full of fucking surprises, you know that?"

"I, I'm glad," Ran said hesitantly. "Really? Only with me?" And he was smiling, an oddly pleased, open smile.

"Only you. So, are you hungry?"

"Yes, right, for dinner." Ran sat back against the seatback, tilted his head lazily to glance over at the restaurant. He really was hungry. "We can make out later? At the theater?" he asked hopefully.

"God, Ran..." and Yohji kissed him, hard, fingers clutching tight at his hair. "Yes. Yes, I absolutely promise we can make out wherever you want. Just... food first, okay? I don't want you passing out on me later."

Ran tugged against Yohji's fingers, just to feel the strength of his hold. "Getting out of the car," he breathed, slipping one hand to the back of Yohji's neck when the taller man would've moved. "This minute. Getting."

"Oh God," Yohji whimpered, turning his head to kiss Ran's arm, squirming as if to escape but not actually getting away. "At this rate we're gonna starve... Right. I'm going to kiss you once more, that's it. That's all you're getting until we've eaten. Okay? Deal?"

"Okay," Ran repeated, voice low in his throat. "One kiss."

"Just... one... kiss..."

Then there were soft lips and wet tongue, and Yohji was well and truly lost.

*******

Ran stared up at the movie marquee, standing maybe a little bit too close to Yohji and feeling a curl of contentment in his belly.

"What about a comedy?" Yohji was saying, and Ran shifted his gaze to look at the other man. His profile was strong, maybe too pretty but there was strength there, and his own kind of honor. Ran smiled, and bumped Yohji's shoulder with his own.

"There's an action film," he suggested, planning more toward types of distraction than for something he actually wanted to see. The explosions of an action movie would cover a multitude of sins.

"Hmmm... it's been out for a while." Yohji's hand snuck by Ran's; fingers meshed together. "Should be fairly empty. Um, short line, I mean." He gave Ran's hand a squeeze.

Ran wiggled his fingers in Yohji's grip, just wanting to feel them there. He smiled again. "Shorter line sounds good. Do we want popcorn?"

"Of course. My treat. I'm not a cheap date, you know." His thumb rubbed gently over Ran's. "You get the whole deal."

Ran paused for a moment, looking down at their joined hands. "I am glad to be your date, Kudoh Yohji." His voice was almost inaudible beneath the hum of the busy theater, but Yohji's hand tightened around his. Ran smiled.

Yohji swallowed hard. Suddenly it was near-impossible to concentrate on anything other than the warmth of Ran's hand and the excited fluttering of his own stomach.

Ran narrowed his eyes, tugged sharply on Yohji's hand to recapture his attention. "And pocky," he said quickly, willing Yohji to stay with him. Couldn't manage this on his own. "Popcorn and pocky."

"Whatever you want. Oh, and coke. You'll need to stay awake, because I'm gonna..." and he leaned in, lips soft against Ran's ear, "... stroke you and squeeze you and love you until you come in your pants right there in the back row. And then I might just want to do it all again."

Ran's mouth suddenly felt dry, and he wet his lips with a quick tongue. "Maybe we don't need candy," he murmured. "There's a line. We should probably, ah, find those seats, don't you think?"

Yohji grinned and steered him to the line with a hand flat in the small of his back. "You're probably right."

"Of course I'm right," Ran snarked as they fell into line, feeling even easier, a little sexy, secure with Yohji touching him in a way he wouldn't be alone.

Yohji didn't say anything as the line moved forward, just pressed a kiss to the top of Ran's head in a way that was more affectionate than anything else. Ran wrapped his arms around himself, around the warm feeling in his chest. He was smiling, and Yohji asked for the two tickets with an incredibly smug grin.

They progressed from the ticket counter to the line for their screen, pausing for snacks on the way. Ran smiled to note that Yohji got the biggest box of pocky, a ton of popcorn and the hugest coke available. He couldn't help but wonder if Yohji treated all his dates this way, or whether he was still on a mission to feed Ran up.

The choice of movie turned out to be a good one. The room was barely a quarter full and the back three rows totally empty.

"Good tactics," Yohji noted. "Most girls want the romantic comedy, not the action flick. Where d'you want? Middle? Far end by the wall?"

"Corner in the back," Ran said decisively, his tactician's mind working overtime. He started up the center aisle, pulling Yohji after him by one hand. "We'll have cover on two sides, and no one likes to see a movie from such an angle."

Yohji grinned. Trust Ran to tackle a date like a mission. But he had to admit, his strategy was as good as any he could have dreamed up himself.

Once safely installed in their chosen seats, Yohji surveyed the room. Their nearest neighbours were a clutch of students, by the looks of things, all male and already fairly boisterous. A few couples were dotted around, but none close enough to-

"What's the matter, Yohji?" came Ran's soft barritone, voice carrying the hint of a smile. "Nervous?"

"Not at all. Just... checking."

Ran tossed a quick glance around the theater, noting much the same layout and drawing nearly the same conclusions. He smiled at Yohji nervously. "Ah," he said. "Checking." He paused for a beat, glancing around. "How does it look," he whispered, ducking in close to Yohji's shoulder, maybe a little afraid of being overheard.

"Looks good," Yohji murmured, slipping an arm smoothly around Ran's shoulder and tugging him closer still. He turned his head and met a violet gaze that took his breath away. So much heat and want and daring in those beautiful eyes. His lips were on Ran's in a heartbeat, warm and spine-tinglingly good.

Yohji was nestling his tongue in Ran's mouth, about to tug him into his lap and slide a hand inside his shirt, anxious for the feel of smooth skin under his fingers, when there was a hiss and a giggle and Ran tensed to steel in his arms.

The teenaged couple zeroed in on the opposite corner, passing them quickly and with several more giggles, but Ran shifted a little, more firmly in his own seat.

"Hey," said Yohji softly, feeling the loss as Ran melted away from him. "It's okay."

Ran licked his lips, glancing down, to the other couple, to the first commercials on the screen. "Can we, I mean, I'm sorry," he said miserably, catching Yohji's eyes with a sudden fit of daring. "Maybe after popcorn?"

"Sure, of course. Here." Yohji passed Ran the far-too-big bucket of popcorn with a reassuring smile. "Whatever you want."

Ran relaxed, just a bit at first, the popcorn dry in his mouth. But Yohji just kept smiling at him, and stealing handfuls of popcorn as the THX soundcheck blared through the theater and the first real previews began. By the time the actual movie appeared onscreen, he was leaning in the warm circle of Yohji's arm, munching happily and thinking that everything might turn out okay. Bit by bit his eyes stopped flickering to the audience, comforted by the odd sense of normalcy that Yohji's presence seemed to breed in him since... Yohji looked so at home: lounging in his seat, one arm behind his head, fiddling with his hair, eyes fixed on the screen except for the odd moments he caught Ran's gaze and smiled a knowing sort of smile.

"He's been in something on TV," Yohji whispered, helping himself to more pocky. "Guy with the cool jacket. What was it?"

The words echoed, meaningless, in Ran's head as he watched Yohji's damp, agile tongue swirling around the slender stick in his mouth, caressing the chocolate until it melted, darting out to catch a sticky droplet from his lower lip.

"I ..." Ran shot a panicked glance toward the screen, watching the minor character give the hero some cryptic warning. "Something American, I think." Glanced back in time to catch the tail-end of Yohji's knowing smirk.

"Yeah. I think a detective series, maybe." Yohji closed his lips around the pocky and sucked as he slowly pulled it out of his mouth. Then pushed it in again...

"Yeah," Ran agreed, sounding slightly dazed. "Detectives, with the ..." He grabbed another handful of popcorn just in time to smother a whimper.

"Dog?" Yohji left the pocky dangling like a cigarette from the corner of his mouth while reached for the coke.

"Yes, dog," Ran repeated blankly. He shook his head rapidly, as if to clear it. "The blind police officer, maybe?" Only wondering now what they'd been talking about.

"Yeah. Makes you wonder who picked out the jacket for him." Ran could see, no, imagine the tip of Yohji's tongue caressing the end of the straw as he sucked coke through it, and Yohji's arm curled in a little around his shoulder, fingertips brushing the soft skin under one ear.

"The dog?" Ran snarked, leaning a little closer into Yohji's warmth.

"Yeah." Yohji's eyes glittered at him, undisguised lust. "The dog."

The pocky went back into his mouth, and he crunched.

"We were ..." Ran felt his eyes glazing over, or maybe that was a figure of speech but he leaned up a little and grabbed Yohji's neck and pulled him down to lick the chocolate from white teeth.

Yohji chuckled, triumph in the way he threaded his long fingers through Ran's hair to hold him there while he kissed him, tongues tangling, breath warm against his cheek.

Ran wriggled a bit closer, the arm of the seat jabbing him in the side every time he tried to deepen their kiss. Yohji was twisted in a position that looked incredibly bad for his back, but his tongue finally slipped into Ran's mouth as the hero's brother or something died, and the sudden swell of music covered Ran's helpless moan.

"C'mere," Yohji murmured, tugging Ran towards him. "In my lap."

Yohji pulled a bit too suddenly at one arm, and Ran sprawled over into his lap. "The seat arm," he gasped, said object having lodged itself in one lung.

"Oops, sorry... you alright?" Yohji's hand found the almost-healed wound in Ran's side, slipped under his sweater to whisper across the scar. "God, did I hurt you?"

"I'm alright," Ran managed, smiling helplessly in the sudden warmth of Yohji's concern. "But maybe we should move this?"

"Oh, right." Yohji gave a foolish kind of smile. "Yeah. Go ahead." But as soon as Ran squirmed around in his lap, Yohji couldn't help himself, tugging him down to kiss, hand sliding up the ridges of his spine, flattening over smooth, shifting muscle.

Ran finally wriggled himself into a comfortable position, straddling Yohji's lap with his erection pressed against Yohji's belly. They were being so quiet, Yohji whimpering into Ran's mouth; Ran clutched at Yohji's hair, grinding against him now, too desperate for having come in the car just a couple of hours ago.

"Oh God," Yohji moaned. "I can't... touch me, Ran, my balls are about ready to explode, you're so..."

"Me too," Ran panted. "Or, you too. Just," he whimpered, anything coherent lost in the skin of Yohji's neck and Ran gave up talking to lick the taut tendon down to Yohji's shoulder.

Yohji shuddered, took Ran's hand and guided it between them as if he thought Ran might have forgotten where to look. And Ran let him, his breath hot against Yohji's neck as his fingers fumbled with button and zip and finally, oh God, finally, Ran touched his cock.

Yohji shuddered at the feel, Ran's fingers a little cold from the air conditioned theater, a delicate searching tracery and then a sudden firm grip near the root. Ran was kissing Yohji's neck, mouthing at it without the strength to move, his spare hand scrabbling at the front of Yohji's shirt.

"Man," purred Yohji. "I never thought you'd be so... naughty." He was thrusting a little, just grinding his cock against Ran's rapidly warming palm.

"Naughty?" Ran panted, trying for playful. "Not adventurous, or sexy?" He added a sort of twist on the next upward stroke, smiled when Yohji bucked beneath him.

"All that too. And more. Much more." Yohji's eyes fluttered shut every time Ran did the twisting thing, it felt so good, so, fucking, good. And the fact that they were more or less in public... Yohji had enjoyed his fair share of groping in the back row of the movies before now, but never like this, never so blatant and never Ran. He'd idly wondered from time to time, what Ran's kink would be. Back in the old days, before Aya-chan awoke, mostly. He'd decided on S&M, because Aya seemed to be pain's constant companion, but he was pleased it wasn't so. Not his cup of tea, really, life hurt quite enough, but this...

Ran dipped to kiss him and Yohji barely stuttered out "I'm coming" in time.
Hot liquid on Ran's fingers, sticky, and he worked his hand free desperate now he hitched himself a little closer to Yohji, close as he could get with both of them in the seat, a whine escaping his throat and he licked his hand clean just to see the look on Yohji's face. An explosion on the screen lit them orange, and Ran leaned in, lips just parted and breathing in gasps.

"Wish I could fuck you here," Yohji murmured, still half-elsewhere from coming so hard.

"We'd need a longer movie," Ran whispered, grinning (giddy) with his mouth pressed to Yohji's neck. "One of those American war epics," he said into Yohji's ear, voice low and rough.

Yohji giggled into Ran's hair. "That would do it. Loads of bangs, and oh, love, I can't wait to have you, to..." He bit his lip, stopping himself. Not wanting to push, not wanting to frighten Ran off just when he was getting so bold.

"I ..." The words wouldn't come. Ran shook his head, pressing an apologetic kiss to Yohji's shoulder. "I want to," he whispered. Yohji's grip tightened, and it was comforting to be held. Took a steadying breath, and leaned back against the support of Yohji's arms to meet his lover's eyes. "We will," he promised, feeling something like excitement lick at the base of his spine.

"When you're ready." Yohji caught the heat in Ran's eyes and couldn't help but smile. He felt so damn lucky. Almost unnervingly lucky.

He pressed the back of his hand against the ridge of stiff flesh in Ran's jeans, encouraging Ran to ride up against him, still holding his gaze. Violet eyes shadowed beneath messy scarlet hair, lips slightly parted, trace of a smile just barely dimpling one cheek. "That good?"

"Very," Ran husked, head dropping forward in a helpless motion. "Yohji, please."

"Wish I could suck you again," Yohji breathed in his ear, catching Ran's forehead on his shoulder. "When we get home I'm going to lick you til you beg. I'm going to-" Ran's zip came down and Yohji's hand slipped inside, but instead of pulling his cock out into the air he pressed it hard against his belly. "Make you come in your pants right here."

Ran rasped a breath, his back arching and his knees unsteady in the chair, and suddenly he heard a woman moan, very loud. Like it was all around him, and Yohji staring wide-eyed behind him and Ran twisted his head around to stare at the third act sex scene playing out between hero and femme fatale.

"Yohji!" Ran was laughing, couldn't help it but Yohji's fingers were still hot and strong and he was grinning now.

"Sorry. Don't worry, not as pretty as you." Yohji swallowed his laughter in a kiss, tongue plunging deep. "Not as hot, either. Or as hard, or as..."

"Pretty?" Ran objected. "I thought we decided I was naughty."

"How about pretty damn naughty?" Yohji's hand found Ran's rhythm, met the bucking of his hips as he nibbled on Ran's ear.

"I could go for that," Ran laughed, and he looked down at Yohji smiling and came like a swift concussion.

"Oh God," Yohji groaned, his own cock twitching in sympathy even though he'd come just a few moments before. So sexy the way Ran just... "Urgh." He tugged Ran close and held him through the last few shudders of hips and shoulders. Cradled his head and kissed his neck. "Sticky," he said, eventually.

"And we smell," Ran whispered, his voice feeling as husked as if he'd screamed. At least ... "I didn't scream, did I?" He sat up a little, tension creeping back in. Yohji's hands still relaxed, easy and warm holding his waist.

"Hardly at all," said Yohji, not letting go, thumbs massaging smooth circles just under his sweater. "No-one looked," he added, probably in response to the beat of panic that Ran knew must have shown on his face even in the gloom. "I've got some tissues somewhere. Get us decent enough to get to the bathroom on the way out." He kissed Ran's neck, tugging him in close, cradling his head gently in his palm, fingers feathering through his hair.

Ran smiled, a curve of lips pressed against Yohji's shoulder, a sort of gentle affection rising from his slowly calming nerves. "You always were good at improvisation," he snickered.

"It's a gift." Yohji balanced Ran with one hand, delving into a pocket for a wad of tissue with the other. He kissed Ran's ear, nuzzled the soft skin just behind it. "Here. You want me to do it or...?"

"I think I should," Ran said quickly, looking down. "We have to leave, soon. And."

"What? Frightened I'll get you all worked up again?" smirked Yohji, passing a clump of tissues to Ran before he got busy himself. "The movie's not over yet, after all."

"But not enough time for getting worked up. Again," Ran muttered, swiping absently at the sticky mess. He paused, glanced up at Yohji. "We could get dessert, and take it home. Something to go with those strawberries you keep promising."

"Oh, God, yes," said Yohji. "Now, be a good boy and sit in your own seat until the credits roll."

“Only if you promise to do the same,” Ran said, very very seriously, sliding back into his own chair.

“I have to promise?” Yohji whined. “But what if the ending’s sad, and we have to snuggle?”

Any reply Ran might’ve made was cut off by a sudden fall of near-complete darkness, and a swell of violins. They both glanced to the screen, where the credits were rolling.

“Not an issue, then,” Ran said dryly.

“Grocery store?” Yohji asked hopefully, already standing, his hand out to help Ran to his feet. Ran just smiled.

“Grocery store,” he confirmed, and took Yohji’s hand.