Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You can't do that on Television ❯ Sidetracked... ( Chapter 1 )

Okay, here's the deal: if you don't like to read about sex, or explicit sexual activity; especially between males, then this is NOT the side story for you. Go read something else. Now.

 

For everyone else, here's the smut, as promised. No haiku yet, and I don't know if I'm gonna bother. My first smut scene between two guys, so sorry if this is badly written, awkward, or unrealistic. See you back on FF.net for more Edo!!

 

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Sidetracked…

 

 

When Ran finally managed to come up for air it was to the feeling of Ken's body pressing against his own urgently. He sucked in a breath between his teeth and fought for control, trying to grasp rationally what was happening between the two of them. Ken didn't much seem to care, and he was licking and nipping his way along the ronin's jaw line in a path to his ear lobe hurriedly, as if he were trying to taste Ran all at once.

“Gods Ran…I need you so much... You're the reason I'm alive…” it was a loaded statement if ever he'd heard one, but the soft panting in his ear was making it hard for Ran to pick out the most prominent meaning behind it. He felt his own breath quicken when a warm wet tongue snaked out along the shell of his ear in a delicate manner, followed by the slight pressure of teeth.

And how the hell was he supposed to be logical when this sort of thing was happening?? This was one of the reasons that this sort of thing wasn't supposed to be happening. Ran moaned softly as Ken sucked his earlobe between his teeth. If he didn't stop this soon, it was going to get out of hand. Ken's hands were already sliding into his gi; roaming up and over his shoulders, squeezing and massaging while the ninja sought out his lips and coaxed them open gently. Ran opened them without thinking and Ken drank deeply, exploring with the need to taste every part of him. Before he knew it his hands were on Ken's hips, holding tightly, and Ken arched them against Ran's own gently. Ran moaned again softly and wondered just what in the hell was happening. With a great show of will power, he managed to put some distance between himself and the brunet. Ken sat back panting and regarded him with a hooded, hungry look.

“….Ran?” he asked softly, licking his lips. His voice had gone husky, and Ran fought down a shiver, the sound of his own name on Ken's lips vibrating through his body.

“Ken, I don't think…we need to calm down…” he tried to sound firm, but wound up sounding more like he was ready to pounce on Ken any moment. Ken's responding pout didn't help. It only made Ran want to take that full lower lip between his teeth.

“Why…? Ran…are you…do you…” Ken fidgeted, taking his own bottom lip into his mouth, and Ran tried not to groan at the sight. Ken was being hesitant, and he needed to encourage the man.

“Am I…?” he prompted gently, unable to stop himself from trailing fingertips down the smooth expanse of the brunet's chest. Ken shivered and the feeling of solid muscle moving beneath that golden skin stirred Ran's groin quite awake. He became aware that he was openly staring, and forced himself to look back up at Ken's face. The ninja was regarding him hesitantly, lip still caught enticingly between his teeth, and Ran wondered what was wrong. He smiled patiently.

“Um….Do you…not… like other men?　Or maybe just me..?” Ken tripped over the words and suddenly seemed reluctant to look Ran in the eyes, instead looking everywhere but. “ `Cause if you don't then I'm sorry I…that I um…I just…you know…” the words continued to stumble out haltingly and Ran felt his uncertainty fade into amusement and a deeper affection. Maybe Ken really was interested in him that way. Ran had been worried, so worried that Ken was only returning his attentions out of a warped sense of loyalty or debt. Only to make Ran happy, and not because he genuinely welcomed the attention himself.

“No, I don't know…enlighten me…” he responded teasingly, a smirk turning up one corner of his mouth. Ken glowered at him, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“Hey, a little help here ok? Cut a guy a break; you know what I'm talking about.” Ran simply shook his head and Ken gave an annoyed grunt. “Look, I'm sorry if I'm coming on to you and you don't like it, alright!?” he snapped out in a growl. Although

he sounded angry, Ran could read the uncertainty in his posture and the way he suddenly found the wall across the room so interesting. Ran felt himself soften. Ken was so brave. The determination in that jaw was endearing, and he resisted the urge to reach up and tongue along the skin there, tasting it.

The brunet's gaze shifted to the floor by Ran's knees, and his shoulders hunched into further uncertainty in the following silence. “If you…if you aren't…then just tell me….and…I'll go to bed…or something. I won't ever do it again…I—“

Ran decided he'd had enough, and reaching up, he finally gave in to the impulse to pull that lower lip between his teeth, and suck gently. Sitting up a bit more, he put his hands on either side of the brunet's face and pressed their lips together, drawing Ken's own tongue into his mouth while he explored Ken's.

Ken tasted salty, very much like the wakame soup and salted fish he'd had for dinner, but there was a hint of something else that was entirely Ken that made the kiss incredibly pleasant. They pulled away with a soft smak, and as he stared into wide brown eyes, Ran knew this was going to be a new addiction he'd gladly surrender himself to.

“…Ran…?” the ninja's voice sounded hopeful and hesitant at the same time. Ran smiled, and it was his turn to bring their noses together. The soft sound of Ken breathing and the heat of that breath against his cheek filled Ran with a contentment he'd never experienced before. The sound was slightly labored beneath the cough still in Ken's lungs, and he longed to hear that breath healthy and whole. He fully intended to.

“Shhh…I want you, Ken. Believe me I do…” he broke off here and kissed Ken's forehead, pressing their cheeks together and taking his own turn to breathe in the brunet's scent. It gave him strength. “ I just…I was afraid. I was afraid that you only wanted me this way because you felt it was your duty…because you wanted to repay me…” and now he was the one stumbling over his words. Ken stopped him from finishing with calloused fingertips pressed gently against his lips.

“ Idiot. I don't give out THAT kind of loyalty… there is no duty here Ran…only me, asking you to be close to me, to stay with me. I want to feel you Ran…I need it.” The brunet's fingers trailed into Ran's gi to rest over his heart lightly. He smiled softly as it beat against his palm. There was something in that smile that terrified Ran, because it mirrored something deep within his own heart. It was an emotion that neither of them seemed to want to acknowledge, and so they let it hang between them.

Ran smiled and gave in to the urge to tongue along Ken's jaw, reveling in the salty, woodsy taste of his skin. “Then feel me.” he whispered against the man's ear softly. Ken shivered, his hands fumbling at the ties on Ran's gi before they opened it, pulling it free of the hakama. Ken trailed his fingers over smooth, pale flesh, reveling in the warmth of another human's skin. Ran's body was just as beautiful as he'd remembered, and his eyes drank in the sight of it while his hands slid the gi as far off as it would go. He managed to get it slightly off the ronin's shoulders before the wall behind the man inhibited his progress. Ken didn't really care, so long as he could see that pale, sculpted flesh.

“Gods, Ran. You really are so fucking beautiful…Inside and out…” he murmured, and before the redhead could protest, Ken leaned forward, his eyes fluttering shut, and fastened his mouth along the strong, pale column of Ran's neck. The ronin sighed softly, tilting his head to allow Ken better access, his own eyes falling softly shut.

“Ken…” he murmured, his own hands sliding along the golden expanse of the ninja's bare back, exploring muscle and the ridge of a scar. Ken tensed beneath his hand, mouth stilling, but Ran sighed, pulling the brunet into a gentle embrace.

“Let it go Ken. They don't make you any less of a person. In fact…they're kind of a turn on…” there was a chuckle in Ran's voice, and Ken glanced up suspiciously. But he saw no mockery in violet eyes. Only longing. Ken shivered beneath that hungry gaze and smiled shyly. He really wasn't sure what he thought about having such marring scars for the rest of his life, but if Ran didn't mind them, then maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He ran a hand over his chest absently, feeling their smooth, polished texture beneath his calloused finger tips. Ran's hands came up and nudged his aside, pale fingertips tracing over the newly formed skin with the barest of touches.

Ken shuddered this time, the scar tissue more sensitive than the other skin on his chest, sending little frissions of sensation skittering down along his chest and into his stomach muscles. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh as Ran leaned forward and traced the outline of the scar on his shoulder with his tongue. Before he knew what he was doing, the brunet felt the soft texture of Ran's hair entwined in his finger tips, and he cupped the ronin's head towards him gently, his breath coming in a bit sharper when Ran nipped lightly at the same spot with his teeth.

“Mmm…” he murmured encouragingly, and Ran nipped slightly harder, tongue darting out to lap gently at the spot. Ken closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Ran's arms came around his lower back, pulling the ninja onto his lap more completely; pressing their hips together. It was Ken's turn to moan softly, and he arched his hips into Ran's, pressing their bodies closer together.

Ran gave a slight rumble in his chest in agreement, and moved onwards to the scar on Ken's chest, bestowing the same attention upon it that he'd given the scar on the shoulder. One of his hands trailed around Ken's side and up along his ribs, coming to rest over one dusky nipple. Ken's back arched and he moaned softly once more, fingers tangling themselves further into Ran's hair as a pale, calloused thumb rubbed across the small nub back and forth, gently.

Their breathing quickened collectively as Ran's attention moved on to the scar that ran along Ken's stomach to his hip. Ken's shuddering increased in intensity as the redhead moved further and further down along the scar, nipping and sucking, his hand still playing with one dark nipple. The ronin shifted out from beneath him as he went, sliding down until those lips were approaching the line of Ken's pants. “Mmmm, Ran….” he encouraged as the ronin dipped still lower. He paused when he came to the waistline of Ken's hakama, and the brunet grunted in frustration. “Off.” he growled, pulling his hands from Ran's hair long enough to fumble at the ties holding the pants in place. Ran chuckled against the skin beneath his lips, sending another shiver running through Ken as he batted the ninja's hands aside.

“Let me…” he murmured, tongue dipping into Ken's navel as he unbound the hakama with graceful, patient hands. Ken's hands were tangled in his hair again as he pulled the cords aside with his teeth before pulling the front flap away. The cord holding the back flap in place remained loosely bound around Ken's lower stomach, and Ran left it, finding its pale cream color a pleasing contrast against golden skin. Once he had gotten the flap down, Ran shifted back and sat up, pausing to admire his work. Ken was flushed and fully aroused, the skin of his thighs glistening slightly where the hakama had kept the heat and moisture of rainwater trapped against flesh. Ken sat seiza, his thighs still parted from when Ran had knelt between them, and he leaned back on his hands, still panting, giving Ran a full, uninterrupted view of the long expanse of his front. Ran didn't think he'd ever seen a more attractive sight in his life, heightened by Ken's full state of arousal. Licking his lips, he leaned forward, fully intent on tasting all of that flesh; of feeling warm muscle jerk and shudder beneath his fingers, but Ken shook his head, and gently shoved Ran back so he was leaning against the wall.

“Nu-uh. If I'm gonna be naked then so're you.” he crooned silkily, leaning forward. Ran felt Ken's mouth fix itself onto his throat once again and sighed, closing his eyes, as those lips explored every inch of his skin; shoulders, neck, jaw, chest, and when Ken's tongue brushed over his nipple, Ran moaned quietly, arching into the sensation, his own hands threading into brown hair now as Ken sucked and nipped, bringing Ran further into pleasure. A tanned, calloused hand slid gracefully up along his chest, to find the other nipple, and begin a dual assault, reveling in the soft, low whimpers and shivering pale muscle. Just as Ran felt himself reach the height of frustration; the need for something more, he felt Ken's mouth move away and continue exploring down his chest and onto his stomach. He felt his stomach muscles flutter beneath those lips, and Ken smiled against his skin as Ran moaned a bit louder. “Hehe. Bet you're ticklish…” the ninja mumbled, tongue dipping reverently into Ran's navel as the ronin had done, only not the same at all, and Ran's body arched upwards into the touch, the movement as graceful as silk.

“Am…not…” he managed to grunt, fingers tightening in tangled brown strands.

“Uh huh, sure.” was the sarcastic reply, rough fingers working the ties on Ran's hakama impatiently while that hot, moist tongue traced a line along the material's border eagerly. The bindings gave way finally, and those same hands suddenly became patient and gentle, sliding the slightly rough, cotton material down along the length of Ran's arousal, and Ran arched again, unable to help himself, the movement as slow and lazy as liquid.

“Yeah...” Ken's voice rasped huskily, just as his calloused palms rasped against the now bare and pale skin of Ran's exposed inner thighs. “You are so ticklish.” That was all the warning the redhead had before there was a hot tongue running along his inner thigh, working an agonizingly slow path towards his groin. Ran's breath hitched sharply, and his fingers tangled almost painfully in Ken's hair as the man worked his way up, his hand massaging the thigh left sadly neglected by his mouth.

“A-Aaahh…Ken…” the ronin hissed as Ken drew closer to his goal. He felt the brunet's lips curve into a seductive smile as Ken's mouth reached the juncture between thigh and hip, almost there, but not quite, and driving Ran crazy. That moist tongue darted into the small gap, and Ran's body really did jerk then, reflexively, at the sensation.

“Told you.” was all Ken said. Ran scowled and opened his mouth to refute, but all that came out was a long, low moan as he felt Ken's tongue run the length of his erection, from base to tip, dipping into the small slit at the top. He felt his whole body tense and arch sharply, no longer the lazy movements of earlier, but now the frantic, desperate need to be touched, to be swallowed. His breath came heavily, and he fought to keep from begging. He would not beg.

But Ken was teasing him, and he knew it. Ken rolled himself upwards, taking just the very tip of Ran's now-weeping erection into his mouth and sucking; lightly then firmly, tongue wild and gentle alternating.

“Ahh, Gods, Ken…” Ran felt his body jerking, his fingers tightening around fistfuls of Ken's hair now. Gods, didn't Ken know how badly he needed it?

“Say please…” Ken hissed, his breath hot against the now-slick skin of Ran's pulsing hard-on. Ran moaned, his body arching again slightly.

“Bastard…that's hitting below the belt…” he grunted. Ken laughed huskily, placing another lingering kiss at the top of Ran's erection, savoring the taste of skin and sweat and something else entirely.

“So it is. I wanna hear you say it…” he rasped, and Ran heard the need in that voice; the breathlessness that perhaps was louder and faster than his own. He opened his eyes, looking down at the man, and the sight of the ninja's brown hair, of those lips hovering so close to his arousal, made his groin twitch eagerly. Alerted by the motion, Ken looked up, eyes half lidded, and favored him with a lopsided, arrogant grin.

“Want some…?” he murmured silkily, licking his lips and then darting his tongue out to lap at the tip of the hard-on mere centimeters from his lips. Ran couldn't help it; he moaned again, his eyes rolling shut for a moment before he opened them and pinned Ken with an intense violet gaze.

“Please….” he rumbled, the sound half a moan in itself, and Ken needed no further encouragement. He moved forward, and Ran could not help but cry out at the feeling of a hot, wet mouth surrounding him so completely. His hips thrust instinctively, needing more, seeking to take him deeper, and Ken's hands came to rest over them, the thumbs in the junctures of his thighs, creating an almost unbearably intense sensation if Ran tried to thrust upwards.

“Uh-uh…You have to let me do the work…no spoiling my fun…” Ken growled against his flesh, sending shudders up Ran's spine. He felt the heat of Ken's mouth again, and bit back the cry this time; aware vaguely that the walls were thin and the doors made of paper.

“Gods, Ken….” he growled, alternately gasping and panting as his hips thrust instinctively and sent those overwhelming sensations straight into his groin.

“A-aaaahh!! Yes!” he hissed, fingers sliding down, changing position to clutch at the base of Ken's skull, finger nails biting into the skin of one perfect golden shoulder. Ken moved faster, encouraged, and sucked harder, each bobbing thrust pulling Ran deeper into the confines of his mouth. Ran could only pant and try not to moan too loudly, hips squirming and thrusting reflexively, then jerking at the added sensation from the pressure in the juncture of his thigh. The waves of ecstasy rolled through his body, head to feet, centered around his groin, more powerful with every thrust, every movement. His orgasm was coming fast.

“Ken!” he growled, “I'm gonna lose it!”

The brunet ignored him, taking him still deeper, adding the barest friction of teeth to tongue, growling in his throat, the vibration seeming to thrum through Ran's entire body like lightening.

“Nnng, Gods, Ken!!” His breath was coming in sobbing gasps now, body a blind mass of sensations that turned his vision white. He was dimly aware of his head slamming back into the wall, body arching tautly as Ken neared swallowing him whole, and there was a moment's desperate anticipation as to whether or not the ninja would do it. The answer came mere seconds later when he felt the tip of his erection slide in gently and touch the back of Ken's throat, and suddenly it was like plunging himself directly into that growling vibration, overwhelming as it thrummed against the hyper-sensitized tip of his erection. Ran couldn't help it; he cried out loudly as his orgasm ripped through him violently, body taut, back arched as his world exploded and then caved back in on itself.

It took him several moments to come back to himself. When he finally did, he was panting still, and Ken was lying against his stomach, panting softly as well. He smiled gently, and ran pale fingers through the tangled brown strands, trying to smooth out the damage he'd done. Ken flinched when he caught a particularly bad snag.

“Sorry.” Ran murmured. Ken shrugged. The ronin stilled his fingers and sighed contentedly, enjoying the moment. Ken seemed content to lay still as well, and Ran smiled again.

“That was…” he began softly, searching for words. Ken nodded against him. “Yeah, it was. Don't worry. Your reaction was gratification enough.” the brunet mumbled softly. Ran smirked.

“Hardly.” When Ken looked up to see what he meant, Ran lunged forward, reversing their positions and smothering the brunet's cry of surprise with a deep kiss. By the time Ken had moaned into his mouth, he had the ninja beneath him, and was pulling the hakama out of the way again to glimpse the throbbing, eager erection, already glistening with pre-cum.

“Where the hell do you get that kind of energy!?” Ken grunted, thrusting his hips upwards instinctively and managing to ride Ran's thigh. Ran pushed him down and pinned his hips roughly. Ken moaned, the sound partially in protest.

“You have no idea.” he growled playfully, the idea of making Ken scream his name, no matter who heard, first on his mind.

“Looks like I'm about to get one though, huh?” the brunet grunted, panting.

“Oh yes. You most certainly are.” Ran replied silkily before leaning down and attacking Ken's mouth. The taste of himself on the brunet's lips was incredibly erotic, and Ran moaned softly into the kiss, sliding deeper, exploring every crevice thoroughly. Beneath him, Ken bucked, fighting the hold he had on the ninja's hips, desperate to create some kind of friction against his groin. Ran kept him pinned, however, refusing to allow the contact, needing to bring Ken into a frenzy. He wanted to show the brunet just how much he appreciated his earlier orgasm, and equally, how much he hated to beg. Even if only slightly.

Releasing his hold on Ken's hips, Ran slid his hands upwards and removed the brunet's hands from his shoulders, grasping the tanned wrists and pinning them solidly above the squirming ninja's head. Ken growled in aggravation, hips arching up, but Ran avoided them smoothly. The ninja moaned in frustration.

“Dammit Ran, quit fucking around and fucking-- nnnggg!” Ran cut the brunet's protest off quite soundly when he reached down and gave that throbbing erection a good pull. Ken's sounds became incoherent and he thrust eagerly into the touch, making a noise of dismay when the ronin removed it. “Come on Ran….Gods…” the ninja groaned, arching again and failing miserably to create any kind of friction between them. Ran chuckled.

“Turn about is fair play.” he murmured huskily, and leaned down to lick the shell of one perfect ear before pulling the lobe between his teeth. “Beg me.” he hissed breathily, sending the shudders skittering along Ken's body. The brunet squirmed harder, panting.

“You want it just as badly as I do.” he grunted. “All I gotta do is hold out…” Ken didn't sound at all convincing.

“Do you think you can…?” Ran's reply sounded almost dangerous in its playfulness and Ken couldn't help but shudder again. The redhead dipped down and pulled a dusky nipple between his teeth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue rolling over the nub playfully. Ken cried out and arched up, and Ran couldn't care if the whole world heard them, the sound went directly to his groin.

“You wanna talk about hitting below the belt?” the brunet moaned, rolling up into another arch and coming away unsatisfied yet again. “This is fucking sadistic…” he finished with a grunt, sinking back to the tatami in defeat.

“Hn. Maybe so, but you have the power to end this torment…” Ran's reply was smug enough to keep Ken from giving in just yet.

“Hah! I know if I can hold out long enough you're gonna want it just as badly…” he trailed off, body reflexively arching up once more. Ran evaded him again, although the idea was starting to lose its appeal more and more.

“I'll ask you again…can you hold out long enough?” Ran growled softly in Ken's ear, one hand sliding down from Ken's wrists to play in the dark curls on the ninja's lower abdomen. He was rewarded with another sharp cry and a desperate thrust, Ken's eyes rolling back into his head and fluttering shut; face twisted into an expression of frustrated ecstasy. Ran watched him, caught in the play of lantern light on glistening bronze skin, muscle moving fluidly beneath; power and perfection wrapped up together and transformed into something breathtakingly beautiful. The vision of it took his breath away, and he nearly missed the brunet's surrender.

“Gods….fucking…a-aaaahhh, Ran I give. Please. Gods please. Whatever yer gonna….whatever yer gonna…do…do it…” the ninja moaned, hips already thrusting in a pattern, arching into the air in desperation, body rolling like graceful, liquid perfection. Leave it to Ken to slam Ran into another intense arousal so quickly he almost forgot to breathe. Again. Ran had a feeling that Ken's rough language in bed was going to be another addiction.

He had wanted to taste that body. Really, he had. He had wanted to explore every crevice, commit that golden skin to memory, but Ken was bucking beneath him almost frantically, and Ran's second erection had become so hard it was almost painful. It was as if the ninja knew how to move; all the nuances that could drive the redhead wild, and he used them all, every last one, to demand the ronin's complete attention. And Ran had no problem giving it. Still keeping those smooth wrists pinned in one hand, Ran rose up over the brunet, straddling himself into a position just above that greedy, throbbing erection. He didn't bother touching it, as he wasn't sure that Ken wouldn't just come at the merest caress at this point. Instead, without really caring whether he was adequately prepared or not, he lowered himself onto Ken's erection slowly, agonizingly forcing himself to take his time so he didn't get hurt.

Ken moaned loudly, but amazingly kept the arch in his back from rolling into his hips, managing to keep himself quite considerately still while Ran slid onto him. Halfway down, Ran could feel the brunet shuddering in his attempt to keep from thrusting up, and possibly harming Ran himself. For both their sakes, Ran took Ken into himself as fast as he could.

Once he had finally sank onto the ninja completely, Ken gave a long, low moan, eyes rolling shut once again as his head tilted back against the floor. His lips twitched with inconsistent mutterings.

“Tight….so fucking…Gods Ran….Gods…haaahhh, yesss…..” was all the redhead managed to catch before he lifted himself almost completely off and then slid back down again as completely as he could. The muttering stopped immediately and Ken cried out, hips bucking powerfully enough to lift both Ran and himself several centimeters off the ground. From that moment, Ken's hips began a desperate, powerful rhythm, and Ran found he did not have to do much work at all. He released the ninja's wrists, leaning down to taste any flesh he could with his tongue as they moved, savoring the salt and sweat on Ken's skin, pulling the brunet into his senses completely. Ken felt good pulsing heavily inside of him; so fucking good, so hot and alive, and it was all Ran could do not to cry out himself at the sensation. The brunet moved beneath him, muscles like flexible steel, as he thrust himself deeper into Ran's body, again and again, mumbling incoherently between growls and moans. It was surely the most erotic thing Ran had ever experienced. He was unused to any of his partners becoming reduced to near animal instinct while they had sex, and he decided, as he watched Ken's flushed, expressive face, that he quite enjoyed it.

Amazingly enough, the brunet had more stamina than Ran had previously thought; by the time Ken was allowing himself to approach orgasm, Ran was nearly there himself for the second time that evening. A rasping, calloused hand sought his erection and Ran bucked when Ken gave him a good squeeze, then a pull, before roughly jerking him off. The ronin cried out, arching into the sensation, pulling against Ken's own erection inside of him, which caused Ken to cry out as well; the sound nearly a scream. They moved in sync together for a few more moments before Ken's orgasm exploded beneath him, filling him with a hot, slightly foreign pressure within. The ninja's hand increased its pace substantially, and before Ran had time to contemplate the pleasure of anything else, his orgasm swept through his body with the force of a typhoon, leaving him breathless with the edges of his vision blackening.

When he came back to himself, Ken was panting beneath him, an occasional guttural mumbling parting his lips as the last waves of pleasure receded. Ran lifted his forehead from where it had come to rest against Ken's collar bone, startled as he felt those tanned hands slide along his body with infinite gentleness; running over each muscle and exploring each crevice with a tenderness that belied the wild energy of only a few moments past. When he looked down into the Ninja's face, Ken wore an expression of open joy and slight concern.

“Sorry…I can get carried away sometimes…are you hurt…? You just felt so good…I couldn't stop myself…Please tell me I didn't hurt you….” those hands were even gentler as they came to rest back on his hips. With a slight wince, Ran pulled himself off of the now-satisfied erection and then situated himself on the ninja's lower stomach as it died away. He couldn't get enough of the feel of Ken's body touching his, and he laid down again, burying his face in the crevice of the brunet's shoulder and breathing deeply.

“No. I'm not hurt. Might be sore, but you haven't done any damage, if that's what you're thinking…” Ran mentally berated himself for sounding so matter-of-fact, when all he really wanted to do was gather Ken against him and just breathe, assuring himself that Ken was alive, that he was here, and the ronin wasn't dreaming.

“You sure…?” Ken pushed, and Ran felt one hand tangle gently in his hair, fingers clumsily and yet apologetically smoothing out tangles. It was a silly, ordinary gesture, and yet Ran felt his whole world collapsing around it. He was terrified at his overwhelming need for the man lying beneath him; a need he could no longer hope to bank by pretending he didn't have feelings for the ninja. And anyways, since it was obvious Ken had feelings for him, Ran didn't think he could hurt the brunet by denying what had been built between them. Not after this. Not after he knew how badly Ken needed him. Ran decided at that moment that the only alternative would be to keep Ken safe and by his side always.

“Mmmm….” he rumbled reassuringly, nuzzling the flesh of Ken's neck. The brunet chuckled.

“So articulate. That good huh?” he quipped. It was Ran's turn to chuckle.

“Rather arrogant, aren't you? There are two of us here you know…” the redhead teased.

“'Course I know that. I already know you were great. I don't think I've ever had sex that good ever. What that previous comment was, was a prod to see if you're satisfied with my skills as a lover…” Ken's reply was laced with amusement.

“ You need me to tell you that? Isn't your ego big enough already?” Ran replied, grinning into the muscles of Ken's shoulder.

“Oh ha ha.” the ninja laughed sarcastically, and because Ran heard an underlying nervousness in that tone, he moved his head up and leaned down to kiss the brunet before he could say anything else. It was a gentle kiss, full of tender affection and the lingering taste of sex.

“It was incredible. You were incredible. How's that?” he murmured appreciatively, placing tender kisses against Ken's forehead, his nose, the underside of one jaw, another fleeting brush against those smooth, wet lips.

“ I suppose that's adequate to fulfill my egotistical pride for now. But I may need some more encouragement later…” the brunet's reply was much brighter, and he opened his mouth, sucking at Ran's tongue slightly to give the suggestion more meaning. Ran pulled away with a `smak', smirking down at the handsome, tanned face beneath his own.

“Feel free to ask for any encouragement you may need…” the ronin allowed, but when he resumed the light exploration of Ken's face and neck with his lips the gesture was tender, and Ken sighed beneath him contentedly, eyes fluttering closed. “In the mean time, let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted.” He saw a brief and lusty smirk pass over the features beneath him, but apparently Ken decided to keep the thought to himself, for he only nodded and rolled to the side and out from beneath Ran before pulling himself to his feet. Watching the brunet walk across the room to the futon nude in the lantern light, still glistening slightly from sweat, among other things, was almost enough to have Ran pouncing on that perfect body for another go, but he stopped himself. Even if he didn't need rest, Ken certainly did; he'd been active all day. And Ran had an ominous feeling they would need all of their energy for tomorrow. So he simply followed Ken across the room, blowing out the lantern as he went.

When they got to the futons, Ken turned, and in the dim silver light filtering through the shoji from the moon, Ran saw the sudden uncertainty of his expression. Ken looked like a child about to ask something of an adult who would be unwilling to give it, and Ran had a good idea of what that something was. Not giving the ninja the chance to try and stutter something out in embarrassment, Ran simply nodded to the futons.

“Let's drag them together so we have more room.” he said simply, and Ken's face eased into a smile.

“Un.” he nodded, moving to do so eagerly. By the time Ran had finished crossing the room, Ken had already dragged the two futons together and was burrowing into their combined blankets like a happy puppy. Ran climbed in beside him, smiling, and, unable to resist, pulled the brunet half onto his chest, wrapping his arms around the strong, well- muscled waist. Ken made a contented noise that tugged at Ran's heart strangely, and slipped his arms around Ran's back in immediate response. He began drifting off to sleep almost instantly.

“'Night Ran…” he slurred as he drifted off.

“Goodnight.” Ran replied, burying his nose in tanned, slightly sweaty locks and just breathing. His heart beat painfully in his chest, full and aching. Ken had so much trust in life; so much faith that Ran would be there when he awoke, and the time after that, and the time after that. Ran had no doubt Ken would not leave him, but Ran also knew that the world had a way of taking the things he loved away from him. He held the brunet slightly tighter and Ken grunted in his sleep. Several seconds later, soft snoring began, and Ran took comfort in its presence; a constant reminder that Ken was there. That the brunet was real. Ran tried to ignore the fear in his heart as he drifted off to a wary sleep.

 

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Whew! There ya have it! How was that? Ok? Lemme know!