Weiss Kreuz, "One Day of the Year," Aya/Youji, (Omi/Youji, Aya/Manx), NC-17
This is the closest i will ever come to writing an orgy fic ...
One Day of the Year
by Mistress Quickly
For Ran’s birthday, July 4, because he’s the hottest redhead EVER and for Scribblemoose, for the constant entertainment her stories provide.
It was a great plan, and as he’d had the whole day to cook it up, it wasn’t obvious that he’d gotten the idea from one of Aya-chan’s romance manga.
Sneaking to the stairwell that led to the basement, where the mission room had once been, Youji brushed his hair out of his eyes and concealed the chocolate rose bouquet behind his back. Anniversaries had always been something he dreaded, first with Asuka when she was alive because he’d always managed to forget the date and make her mad, then after her death, when he’d had to deal with the anniversary of her death, and somehow, in the cruel irony of his life, was able suddenly to remember their dating anniversary every year as well, even though she was no longer alive for him to celebrate with.
But now, happy with Ran and thoroughly in love, he’d managed to remember an anniversary and prepare properly for it. Roses seemed a ridiculous gift for a florist, so instead he’d gotten a bouquet of chocolate roses, ordered to be made in semi-sweet chocolate, Ran’s favorite, then gotten a bottle of their favorite wine, which he’d put in their bedroom with a small vial of bubble bath. As an afterthought, he’d gotten three tickets to the new horror film premiering that weekend to get rid of Ken, Omi, and Aya-chan and bought a tube of edible lube, all for Ran to enjoy however he liked, just so long as he didn’t worry about saving any behind for later when the others would have the opportunity to walk in on them doing ... whatever it was Ran wanted to do with his gifts.
Grinning like a fool, Youji crept down the stairs, intent on dragging Ran away from checking Aya-chan’s English homework for her, which he’d sneaked off to do right after they filed the paperwork from their last case.
No casework tonight, no homework help. No nothing but love, sex, and a memory to make it worth both their time to remember next anniversary when it rolled around.
He’d almost reached the last step when he noticed the redhead on the other side of the room. It took only a minute for him to realize it wasn’t his redhead, although the color of the hair was similar. It was Manx, he realized, Manx dressed in jeans and a sweater instead of her usual whorishly short suit-dress, hair bound in a simple ponytail at the nape of her neck.
She’s almost attractive, dressed like a normal individual, Youji pondered, opening his mouth to greet her and ask her what she was doing in their apartment. His words stuck in his throat, however, as he realized exactly what she was doing.
She was kissing Ran. And Ran was kissing her back.
Frozen, not wanting to believe his own eyes even as the fury and jealousy and confusion welled up inside him, Youji watched them kiss. It wasn’t a particularly long or deep kiss, more like the sort of thing Ran permitted to occur in the presence of their roommates or his sister. Once it was over, Manx stepped back and sighed, cocking her head as Ran looked her in the eye.
“Nothing?” she asked, sounding strangely like she was choking.
“Nothing,” Ran answered in his strong baritone. “I’m sorry. But I believe that’s what I told you would happen.”
Youji opened his mouth to demand clarification, but shut it and gaped as Manx stepped forward and grabbed Ran’s crotch, her hand grasping the denim of his jeans with a brutality that made Youji’s eyes water. After a second, she let go and sighed.
“Nothing,” she said again. “You really are gay, aren’t you?”
“Yes. And he’ll tell you too, if you want another opinion,” said Ran, nodding towards Youji.
Manx turned and smiled sadly at him, walking slowly in his direction. “Kudoh, you always were a pain in the ass,” she said. “I just hope Ran tops you so often you get it back in full.”
The venom in the soft tone of her voice should have clued him into the fact that something was up, but it didn’t, and later he doubted that, even if he had noticed it, he’d have had enough time to block the vicious knee that ground upwards into his groin. He shrieked in pain and collapsed to the floor, breaking two of the wire stems on the chocolate roses as he fell. Through the haze of pain, he heard Ran yell, “Hanae!” and hurry over, but instead of following the fuming woman out, he knelt down beside Youji and stroked his hair.
“Yotan, I’m sorry,” he whispered, bending to kiss Youji’s forehead. “She shouldn’t have done that to you. You were supposed to go out and get dinner ... I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I never meant for you to see her, or her to see you. I’m so sorry.”
Youji whimpered in pain, looking up at Ran with tears forming relentlessly at the corners of his eyes from the ache spreading from his groin into his belly, making him feel horribly sick. “What. The. Fuck,” he managed, gasping.
“It’s a long story,” said Ran, stroking strands of dark blonde back, tucking them behind Youji’s ears. “Let’s get you to the couch.”
He helped Youji stand, touching him as little as possible, knowing how much contact of any kind could hurt. Youji staggered to the lumpy sofa, flopping down on it with a groan and motioning for Ran to join him. Pulling the anxious redhead to him, he kissed Ran’s forehead and handed him the slightly damaged bouquet of roses. He couldn’t help but smile when Ran gave him a blank look.
“Anniversary,” he said softly. “First time you ever let me kiss you, one year ago. That’s why I hadn’t gone out for dinner yet. I wanted to surprise you.” Seeing a look of guilt quickly spreading over Ran’s handsome features, he wrapped an eartail around his finger and tugged the pale man down for a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, Love. Just do me a favor?”
“Yeah?” said Ran, pulling away and looking very serious. Eager, even.
“Tell me what the fuck just happened, because I haven’t been drinking or doing drugs of any kind, yet I could have sworn I just watched Manx kiss you, molest you, then get mad at you and kick me in the balls. We both know that that’s not what happened, so tell me what happened, please?”
“It’s a long story,” Ran told him again, hands worrying the broken stem of one of the roses. “I don’t know where to start.” He looked up at Youji with a look of pleading, giving Youji the distinct impression that he was seeing what Ran may have looked like as a child.
“Start ... hm. Start with the kiss. Why was she kissing you?”
Ran sighed. “She’s been bugging me since Weiss dissolved,” he said. “Wanted me to give her a chance, even though I told her I was gay.” He leaned forward and set the roses on the coffee table in front of the couch, then sat back and watched Youji watch him. “She just recently figured out that I was involved with you. She ... wasn’t happy.”
“I’ll just bet,” said Youji, shifting to sit more comfortably, the ache in his balls dulling from a pounding pain to a slight throb.
“She wanted a chance to prove to me that she was good enough, or to prove to her that she wasn’t, so I told her she could have it.” He brushed the same bit of hair back behind Youji’s ear, smiling sadly, his fingertips trailing tenderly down Youji’s cheek. “That’s why she was kissing me. I told her she could kiss me once, just to see that I was right, that she didn’t do anything for me.”
“Hm. Sore loser,” Youji said. He caught Ran’s hand in his own and kissed it. “Glad you were right though, babe. Glad she doesn’t do anything for you.”
Ran kissed him, deep but careful, the passionate sort of kiss he’d never permit Youji to give him in front of Omi or Ken, and certainly not in front of Aya-chan.
“Nothing at all,” said Ran, leading Youji’s hand gently to his crotch. Youji smiled and squeezed his lover’s erection.
The evening was looking up after all.
~*~*~*~
They unwrapped and ate a few of the chocolate roses, Youji reclining against Ran, head pillowed on the swordsman’s bony shoulder, sucking Ran’s fingers every time the man fed him a bit of chocolate.
“I feel a little sorry for Manx, you know,” he said finally, licking his lips and wishing idly that he’d brought a bottle of water downstairs with him. “I’d have gone mad if you hadn’t wanted me back, a year ago.”
“Hn,” said Ran, rustling tinfoil and polyester leaves against the coffee table as he leaned down to set the partially-eaten bouquet on the table. He slid both hands down Youji’s chest. Youji sighed.
“Should have known I’d have to deal with competition for Tokyo’s favorite redhead, eventually,” he continued, “though it is a bit of a blow to my ego that I’m not everyone’s favorite anymore.”
Ran snorted. “You’ll live, Kudoh, I promise.” He stroked Youji’s chest lightly with his fingertips, the fabric of Youji’s shirt whispering against the muscles of the blonde’s chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm, good, baby,” Youji purred. “Love it when you pamper me.”
“I meant your balls, Kudoh,” he growled. “How are your balls?”
Youji chuckled and opened his eyes, twisted his head around to look up at his lover. “They don’t hurt quite as much anymore.” He searched for some sort of innuendo, of joke to lighten the atmosphere, but none came to mind, the memory of Manx’s knee grinding up into his crotch still too fresh in his brain.
“Good,” said Ran. “Then I’d like to celebrate our anniversary, still, if you’re up for it.”
Youji chuckled again and twisted away from his lover’s embrace, cupping Ran’s pale cheek in one of his hands. “The roses aren’t all I got for tonight, baby,” he said. “Know what’s up in my room, waiting for us?”
Ran shook his head, a hint of an excited glimmer lighting his unusual eyes.
“I got us a bottle of wine; thought we could take a bath and drink to our health, relationship, libido ... whatever we wanted.” He watched Ran roll his eyes, watched a small smile warm the redhead’s thin lips. “Got some bath oil for us to use, too. Blueberry scented, because it was the only non-flower scent they had, and I didn’t think either of us would find the smell of flowers very ... arousing.”
Ran laughed. “That’s very considerate of you, Yotan. We should go to a hotel though, somewhere private-”
“Took care of that, too, babe,” Youji said, puffing himself up with pride, just a bit. “You’ll notice the house is very dark when we go upstairs.” He leaned in and kissed Ran’s cheek, then ghosted his lips over his lover’s ear. “Because I got three tickets to that new zombie movie Ken’s been talking about all week, and shipped the kids off to see it. Nice two hour-feature, and I gave Aya-chan enough cash for them to go to a coffee shop afterwards, if they want.”
He was cut off, then, by Ran’s lips and tongue, the redhead kissing him hard and deep, whimpering a little in the back of his throat. He groaned and returned his lover’s eager kisses, tugging the man into his lap, then stroking and rubbing Ran’s back and ass, pulling him in close, as close as they could get.
“Perfect, Youji,” said Ran, pulling back. “This is perfect.”
Youji grinned and watched Ran slide off his lap, taking the hand offered him and following his lover up the stairs, the bouquet of chocolate roses forgotten on the coffee table.
Ran stopped in the main room of the apartment, just at the foot of the stairs. “Wine glasses,” he whispered, quiet out of habit. “Did you think to put any in your room?”
“Shit,” Youji whispered back. “No, I forgot those.” He started to pull away. “I’ll get some.”
Ran stopped him. “I’ll get them. You go up and get the stuff and start the bath.” He gave Youji a little flirtatious smile and kissed him. “I’ll be right up.”
Youji nodded, swatting Ran’s ass as the man padded away towards the kitchen, then turned and took the steps two at a time, fantasies filling his brain already of Ran, warm and wet in his arms, tasting like wine, hard and slick from the bath oil, panting and begging and ...
He threw open his bedroom door and froze, confused. He’d not left the light on, he was sure of it. And he’d certainly not left any candles lit ... he’d not lit any to begin with! And as for the black silky cover on his bed ...
His bedspread was aquamarine. He liked aquamarine, just like Ran liked orange. The redhead didn’t really get it, but, like the orange sweater that Youji put up with, he tolerated it.
“You~ji,” came a soft voice, strangely high-pitched and familiar.
Not a woman. Definitely not a woman. And the figure sprawled across the bed in nothing but a black thong and what looked suspiciously like gold body glitter had a voice just like that ...
Youji shrieked like a woman.
“Omi! What-THE FUCK-are you doing in my room?”
Omi rolled onto all fours and prowled up the length of Youji’s bed, grabbing the post of the headboard and rubbing himself against it like a stripper. Youji watched, feeling his eager erection wilting in his pants, shrinking away from the sight before him and snuggling against his abused balls, almost like a child seeking reassurance from its parents.
That thought, coupled with the thought of Omi-Omi whom he still considered a child-dressed in nothing but a thong and rubbing suggestively on his bedroom furniture, made him want to weep. He took a step backwards, intent on fleeing the apartment, the neighborhood, the city-hell, even the country!-but stumbled over Ran, who had come up behind him, a little out of breath from running at the sound of the blonde’s shriek.
“Youji,” he said, “what-”
Then he saw Omi. The wine glasses in his hand dropped to the carpet with a thud, somehow without shattering. Omi sat back on his legs, hands in his lap, his impossibly blue eyes round and shimmering, an expression of disappointment on his young face.
“Aya-kun,” he said. “I thought-”
“Omi,” said Ran. “What are you doing in my boyfriend’s room?”
Omi fidgeted. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend, Aya-kun. I thought he was just ... I thought ...”
“You’re wrong,” said Youji, leaning against the doorjamb.
“But, you said, down in the shop yesterday-”
Youji blushed a little, looking down. “I didn’t mean what I said in the shop yesterday, kid,” he said. “Not in that way. And you know that.”
“Didn’t mean what in what way?” Ran said.
“Youji-kun said I was his,” said Omi. “He said he was waiting until I was old enough, and that once I was, he’d take me away.”
Youji held up his hands in the wake of Ran’s death-glare, which had settled on him. “That’s out of context, baby,” he said. “Not unlike what I walked in on half an hour ago.” He reached out and brushed some of Ran’s hair away, tucking it behind the man’s ear. “Sakura was back, trying to get Omi to go out with her. He came running to me, because once Sakura gets started, they all get started, and you know how rabid they get on Friday afternoons.” He glared at Omi. “I said that so that she’d leave him alone. Said he wasn’t old enough for me yet-because I didn’t want the horde of Under Eighteens to start swamping me, I might add-and that he couldn’t get involved with any of them because, as soon as he was old enough, I was going to take him away from all of them and break their hearts.”
Ran snorted. Omi sniffled.
“I didn’t mean it. Told him that, too, back in the greenhouse.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Actually, I seem to remember telling him that he owed me big time for saving his ass, and that if he NEVER breathed a word of it to you, that’d count as payment.”
“I thought,” Omi said softly, his voice cracking, “that maybe I could pay you back like this, Youji. That you wanted me, and that’s why you were sending everyone else out tonight. I ... I thought ...” He stopped, his lower lip quivering pathetically, tears rolling copiously down his blushing cheeks.
Oh for heaven’s sake, the child’s crying now, Youji thought. “Yes, I sent everyone out tonight, so that Ran and I could be alone,” he said, as patiently as he could. He glanced at his watch. “Which reminds me, shouldn’t you be not here right now? Movie starts in ten minutes.”
Omi faltered. “I gave my ticket to Aya-kun,” he sniffed. “Didn’t Manx give it to you?”
Youji’s jaw dropped, but his outrage was silenced as Ran started to laugh.
~*~*~*~
Youji kicked off his shoes and dropped his keys onto his dresser, padding over to his bed and slipping under the (aquamarine) cover with his lover. Omi had finally stopped crying and apologizing halfway to the theatre, but had managed to sneak a kiss onto Youji’s cheek while the blonde was fighting with his wallet, having had to buy another ticket for Omi, the first allegedly still in Manx’s possession.
“Interesting evening,” said Ran, kissing Youji’s hair. “Omi get to the movie okay?”
Youji snorted. “Just fine. Little bastard kissed me, though. Right in front of everyone, too.” He rolled over and kissed Ran, deep and slow, erasing the memory of Omi’s lips on his cheek as best he could. “Fortunately, though, I think everyone thought we were brothers, because of our hair.”
“Probably,” said Ran. Then, after another slow kiss, he said, “You were pretty mean to him.”
“Mean, huh? So how would you have handled it?” Youji said, looking very grumpy. Well, as grumpy as he could manage while in bed with Ran, which honestly wasn’t very grumpy.
Ran smirked and nuzzled Youji’s neck, pushing aside long strands of dark blonde hair to nip at the playboy’s sensitive skin. “Don’t get all defensive on me, Yotan. I just feel bad for the kid.”
“Feel bad for me, eh? I got kicked in the balls and had a half-naked child try to seduce me tonight. I’m having a rough time of it.”
“Whiny, whiny,” Ran scolded. “Know what I think I’d have done, if I’d not been so surprised?”
Youji shook his head.
“I’d have let him fuck you,” Ran whispered. “Get it out of his system, you know.”
Youji snorted. “Who are you, and what have you done with my lover, eh? He’d never suggest such a thing.”
Ran pulled back and looked down at his lover, the blonde’s green eyes sparkling with a remnant of anger from his spat with Omi. “Think about it, Yotan,” he said. “It wouldn’t be so bad, really. I’d suck you off while he did it, so you’d still get that, but it’d give him a chance to see that you’re not interested. Like when I let Manx kiss me.” He nuzzled Youji’s nose with his own, grinning wickedly. “But in order to get it to work, you’d have to hold on to ... hmm, something that would get you exposed. The rafters in the green house are too high, and it’s pretty dirty in there, anyway. Mmm, a doorframe. I’d have you in a doorframe.”
“You’re enjoying this,” said Youji, incredulous. “Aren’t you? You spend your time coming up with this while I was driving the kid to the theatre?”
“You’d hold onto the top of the doorframe, completely naked, because you’re tall enough to reach and that would leave you exposed on both sides,” said Ran, ignoring him. “And you’d spread your legs, just enough.” He kissed Youji, a quick, deep invasion of his tongue into Youji’s mouth, answering better than words just how much he was enjoying his little fantasy. Youji sighed when he pulled away, one hand reaching out to tangle in Ran’s hair, stroking it into the redhead’s face.
“Okay, so I’m in the doorway, holding onto the top, legs spread, naked. What’s going to happen to me?” He tried to sound suave, but found that he sounded more freaked out than anything else.
Ran kissed his neck, worked his way down to Youji’s collarbone and shoulder, sucking a nice mark into the pale skin before continuing. “Mine,” he murmured, surveying the mark he’d left. “Anyway, yes, you’d hold on, trying to see over your shoulder, asking me constantly what was going on.” He trailed a finger down Youji’s chest, tickling the blonde-dusted belly-button with the tip of his finger. “You’d just barely catch sight of Omi before you felt him spread your beautiful ass, and just when you’d start to demand that he tell you what he was doing, he’d start slicking you.”
Youji shuddered in revulsion. “I’d complain.”
“If I weren’t kissing you, yes, you would. But I’d be there to kiss you, so you’d kiss me back instead,” said Ran matter-of-factly. He slid his hand down further, frowned when he found Youji’s cock soft and hiding between Youji’s legs from the fantasy. His own pressed wetly into Youji’s hip, aroused by the thought of his lover spread and a little uncertain, thrilled by the thought of Youji-The-All-Knowing being unsure, being left at Ran’s mercy to be pleasured.
He sighed. “You’d start complaining when I pulled away, like you always do,” he said, “trying to get me to kiss you some more, because by that point, Omi would have three fingers in you and you’d know he was close to being inside you.”
“Yeah, I bet I would,” Youji grumbled.
Ran leaned in close enough to brush his lips over Youji’s ear. “Know what I’d do to make it better, Yotan?” he whispered. “”I’d get down on my knees and suck your cock. I’d suck you so hard you wouldn’t care when Omi slid into you. I’d suck you so hard you’d welcome him thrusting into you, because that’d mean you’d get pushed deeper into my mouth. I’d suck you so hard you’d have to fight to keep your hands up on the doorframe, keeping all three of us up, because if you let go, we’d all collapse, and if we collapse, I’d stop, and you don’t want me to stop, no matter what.”
Youji let out a strangled sort of groan, his cock hardening rapidly under the light caresses Ran’s long fingers had been giving it and his lover’s teasing description. He loved getting head from Ran, loved it more than fucking, loved it almost as much as being fucked. And Ran seemed to have been born with an innate talent for the act, swallowing and throating as though it were as easy for him as breathing.
“Omi would finish first, of course, because he’s so young,” Ran said, hand wrapping around Youji’s cock and stroking in earnest. “And as soon as he’d slid out, I’d grab your hips and start really working on you, and you’d let go of the doorframe and pull on my hair like you do when you’ve been wanting it and we haven’t had a chance to do it. Like in the mobile shop, remember?”
Youji nodded, whimpering, his hips thrusting off the bed a little.
“You’d start to come, and I’d swallow the first bit, but then I’d sit back and let you come on my face. All over it. And you’d start crying my name like you usually do, and kiss me after you’d finished, even though you’d get your own come in your mouth.”
Youji pushed himself up, towering over Ran, and kissed him, hard and passionate, shutting him up. He growled when the hand around his cock disappeared, wrapping innocently under his back instead. “I don’t even want to know where Omi’d be by then, do I?” he murmured breathlessly.
“Watching,” said Ran, simply. “Finally figuring out why you’re just a fantasy and not his lover.”
“And why is that?” Youji gasped, hips thrusting against Ran’s leg.
“Because you’re mine,” Ran whispered, holding him close.
~*~*~*~
Youji was still panting when Ran finished cleaning himself, checking in the mirror over Youji’s dresser for any sign of come in his hair. It hadn’t taken much to finish his lover, not after his description, and certainly not after his bold assertion of ownership. Youji really got off on being possessed, Ran had noticed with a strange sense of satisfaction. He found it more than a little arousing as well, to be loved by the man in his bed, not just desired, to be wanted so much as to be obeyed. Worshipped, almost.
He slid into bed, into the welcoming arms of his lover, and sighed. His cock was still hard, still wanting, but he was content to snuggle, to listen to Youji breathe.
“Manx,” the playboy said.
Ran frowned. “What about her?”
“Well,” Youji said, “if we’ve taken care of Omi, that still leaves Manx. She’s out there somewhere, crying because you don’t want her, furious because I’ve got you. We ought to take care of her, too.”
“Hn.”
Youji snorted. “Hey, now, you just had me fucked by the Resident Child, remember? You can fuck the Resident Tits if Omi can fuck me, yeah?”
“Not resident,” said Ran. “She doesn’t live here.”
“Close enough.” Youji was grinning now, an idea forming in his head. “Hmm, it’d be hard, though. Since you have to fuck her-she can’t fuck you, and I doubt she’d settle for giving you head or getting head from you-but if ... hmm.”
“Youji, stop,” said Ran. “You’re grossing me out.”
“Payback, lover,” Youji said around a sated yawn. “Now let’s see ... if you’re on your back, with her riding you, that’d put me right in front of her, getting head ... no, that’d put Omi right in front of her, because you’d be sucking me off while he fucks me. That won’t work at all.”
Ran opened his mouth to protest, but closed it when he felt Youji’s fingertips on the head of his cock, stroking it lightly, smoothing the precome that was still leaking from it over the warm skin.
“And if you and I suck each other at the same time, Omi could still fuck me, but that’d leave Manx to watch or pout or, most realistically, shoot at us.” He mused quietly for a moment. “I suppose if you fucked her missionary-style, you could give me head while I got fucked.”
“That wouldn’t work,” said Ran. “My neck would snap.”
Youji nodded. “Probably. Wow, this is tough.”
“Chair,” said Ran, hips moving a little, wanting more friction than just what he could get from the pads of Youji’s fingertips.
“Huh?”
“Use a chair. One with a low back. Or even better, the bench in the shop.”
Youji wiggled a little, cock re-awakening at the sound of his lover’s willingness to participate in the game. He started it, after all, he thought, but he said, “Do tell.”
“The bench in the shop, right?” said Ran. “I sit on it, straddling it. Manx rides me backwards. I hold her up with one arm, jerk you off with my free hand while Omi fucks you.”
Youji snorted. “That’s not the same kind of erotic description you had when it was just me getting fucked, Lover.”
“Hn.”
Youji wiggled closer, shifting his hip against Ran’s slick erection, his hand leaving his lover’s cock to wrap around Ran’s muscular back. “Want to know how I think it would go?”
Ran rolled his eyes, but didn’t say no. Youji grinned.
“I think I’d come in and find you tied up on that bench, looking pissed and a little scared. Since it’s Manx we’re talking about, she’d be able to get the jump on you and be able to tie wicked knots.” He kissed Ran’s forehead, reached out and trailed his fingers down a pale hip, tickling just a bit over Ran’s ass. Ran shivered.
“I’d come in and demand that she tell me what was going on, but she’d take the gag off your mouth instead and tell you to tell me.” He felt Ran’s glare without even looking down. “Relax, baby, you’ll like this,” he said.
“I’d order you to get me untied,” Ran growled. He hated being tied during sex, even one hand only. Hang-up from a bad relationship in high school, before his parents were killed, he’d confessed, late one night. Youji kissed his softly on the lips.
“Precisely, Lover, and that’s why I had you tied in the first place. You’d tell me to untie you, and I’d start to it, but that’s when Omi would come in.” He stroked Ran’s hip again, gently, soothing. “He’d get all weepy because we were having sex in the shop with Manx, after I’d just refused to sleep with him. He’d be all confused and upset, so I’d take pity on him and let him play, too.”
“I wouldn’t want to play, though, Yotan. I don’t-”
“No, but if we’re going to give Omi his chance, even though I don’t like little boys, then we’re going to give Manx hers, too, even if you don’t like women,” he said, fingers sneaking around to touch Ran’s cock, the skin warm and slick from wanting attention too long. “I’d tell you to lean back, and I’d kiss you, hard and deep and mmph!”
He melted under Ran’s kiss, wrapping his arms around the swordsman when he felt the man slide up onto him, straddling his thighs, their erections brushing. He slid his arms down Ran’s body, fingers grabbing unceremoniously at Ran’s ass, spreading it open and tickling, teasing the soft cleft and small entrance, holding him close and bucking under him. He drank in Ran’s moan, sighed happily under the man’s warm weight.
“Like that?” Ran wanted to know, pulling away.
“Just like that. Fuck, Ran, you’re beautiful.”
Ran chuckled and rolled off. “And you were in the middle of a story.”
Youji whined, his revenge forgotten, always interested in sex more than anything else, it seemed, but he let Ran cuddle against him, continuing his story without pouting. Too much, anyway.
“Fine, then. So you’d kiss me, leaning back a little, and Manx would get all mad, like she did earlier.”
“I can’t jerk you off if she kicks you in the balls again, Yotan,” Ran said softly, breath tickling Youji’s ear.
Youji chuckled. “Like I’d let her. I’d get all pissy with her and say something like, ‘Well if you want him so bad, why don’t you just ride him right now, right here?’ Then she’d be like, ‘Fine, I will.’ And by that point, you’d be complaining, but she’d just shove you right inside, so it wouldn’t really matter.”
“You’re so considerate of my comfort, Youji,” said Ran.
“I don’t think it’d feel bad, Ran-love. You’d probably like it, even if you don’t like women. Friction’s friction.” He pulled one of his hands away from Ran’s ass and licked the tip of his index finger, getting it messy-wet before returning it to his lover’s entrance, tickling and slipping in, just a bit. “And anyway, by then Omi’d probably be getting adventurous with my ass, so I’d be kissing you again, trying to ignore him.”
“Youji, this is getting ludicrous,” said Ran. “How would she do that, unless I was already naked?”
“I don’t know,” said Youji. “How would Omi be slicking me if I were wearing anything? It’s a fantasy, just go with it.”
Ran sighed and licked at Youji’s lips, pulling the older man in for another kiss, this one deeper and louder, Ran moaning every time Youji wiggled his finger, the sensation maddening and arousing, all at once. He ground his erection into Youji’s, rubbing hard without getting nearly enough friction.
“Mmm, baby, I think you’re getting into this,” Youji said, rocking under his lover. “You’d be getting into it with Manx, too. She’d ride you pretty fast, liking it hard and a little painful-”
“Sounds like someone I know,” Ran interrupted.
“Yeah, so that’s just how you’d jerk me, baby, and I’d be moaning into your mouth, loving it,” Youji whispered, his index finger slipping further into Ran’s body.
“You’d fall over, you know, if Omi was taking you from behind.”
“I’d hold myself up on one hand, maybe on your shoulder. You’d hold Manx really tightly to keep from tipping over. She’d like that,” Youji said.
Ran gasped when he felt Youji’s middle finger tickling his entrance, pressing but not trying to slide in, a teasing, maddening sensation.
“Fuck it, Youji,” he said. “I don’t care anymore how it’d work. Just fuck me or let me fuck you, please.”
With a groan of pleasure, the blonde did as he was told, pulling his hands away from his lover’s body and spreading his legs. He watched Ran carefully disentangle himself, positioning his body between Youji’s legs while he groped blindly under the pillow for the bottle of lube. Ran caught it when Youji tossed it to him, slicked his fingers and began stretching his lover with little patience.
“Bet you’d finish first, Yotan,” he teased, sliding two fingers in and out of Youji’s body, watching the blonde’s head toss side to side on the pillow, relishing his moans of pleasure. “You’d come all over me and Manx, and that’d set her off. She’d come just as Omi came, but she’d be louder.” He shoved a third finger in rough and fast, bending to kiss Youji. “But I wouldn’t finish until she got off my lap and let you get on instead,” he whispered. “I don’t come for anyone but you.”
With that, he pulled his fingers free of Youji’s body and sat back on his heels, legs bent under him, and slicked his own cock, watching Youji watch him and stroking himself, slow and deliberately teasing.
“Come on, Yotan,” he said. “Take her place. Ride me.”
Youji scrambled to obey, crawling over to his lover and letting the redhead turn him around so that Youji was facing away, gasping at the feel of Ran’s cockhead pressing against his slick, prepared entrance, groaning when he felt his lover’s length sliding easily into his body. He loved getting fucked, loved the feel and sound of Ran inside and against him, loved relishing the knowledge that he was Ran’s and Ran was his.
He didn’t last more than twenty strokes, coming messily all over the bedsheets and Ran’s hand with a cry that was probably meant to be Ran’s name, but sounded more like a whimper than anything else.
“Beautiful,” Ran whispered. “Lean forward now.”
Youji obeyed, still gasping from his orgasm, falling forward onto hands and knees with Ran still inside him. He braced himself against the mattress, cried out when Ran began thrusting, harder and faster in the new position than he’d been able to do from the other. Ran groaned, digging long slender fingers into Youji’s hips as he thrust, then stilling, he cried out Youji’s name and came. He pulled out and let the last few pulses stripe his lover’s ass, collapsing back onto the mattress when he’d finished, stroking his fingers down Youji’s ass, smearing come around the smooth skin with a sigh of satisfaction.
Youji looked over his shoulder at his lover with a smile. “I dare Manx to beat that,” he said.
Ran shook his head. “She’d be better off not even trying.”
~*~*~*~
Ken and Aya held hands under the table, cautiously watching Omi and Manx fume across from them. Ken had been brave enough to comment on how nice it was to have Manx join them for a movie, but had lost his nerve for asking why she was joining them when she’d snapped at him that babysitting her old charges wasn’t her idea of a great Saturday night.
He’d been clinging to Aya ever since.
Omi wasn’t doing much better, sighing over his cup of hot chocolate with the look of a man who’d just found his lover in bed with someone else. The dark circles under his swollen eyes looked suspiciously like he’d been crying, but Ken swallowed a joke about Omi looking like the zombies in the movie they’d just watched.
He somehow doubted anyone but he and Aya would find the joke funny.
Aya broke the silence after a bit, reaching up to stir her coffee. “It was very nice of Youji to get us tickets to the movie,” she said. “He’s not usually so generous.”
Ken snorted. “Probably just wanted to get us out of the house. He had a bouquet of chocolate roses in his hand, last I saw him. Bet you anything they were for your brother.”
Aya giggled. “That’s kind of sweet.”
Upon receiving twin glares from Omi and Manx, along with the mutters of ‘bastard’ and ‘jerk,’ Ken wisely decided to shut up. He and Aya drank their coffee in silence and didn’t breathe easily until they were back at the Koneko, padding quietly up the dark stairs and sharing a quick kiss before separating the their respective rooms.
“Bet your brother’s room is empty,” Ken said to her. Aya giggled.
“I can only hope. He’s always in a better mood when he sleeps in Youji’s room, anyway.” She nuzzled Ken’s chin. “Wonder what was wrong with Omi tonight. He was really put-out.”
“Don’t know,” said Ken. “Don’t want to know, either, unless I did whatever it was that upset him.”
Aya nodded and gave him one last kiss before slipping into her room. He watched Omi pad dejectedly past him, resisting the urge to pat the young man on the shoulder or ask him what was wrong.
Sometimes, he decided, it was better to just not know.
One Day of the Year
by Mistress Quickly
For Ran’s birthday, July 4, because he’s the hottest redhead EVER and for Scribblemoose, for the constant entertainment her stories provide.
It was a great plan, and as he’d had the whole day to cook it up, it wasn’t obvious that he’d gotten the idea from one of Aya-chan’s romance manga.
Sneaking to the stairwell that led to the basement, where the mission room had once been, Youji brushed his hair out of his eyes and concealed the chocolate rose bouquet behind his back. Anniversaries had always been something he dreaded, first with Asuka when she was alive because he’d always managed to forget the date and make her mad, then after her death, when he’d had to deal with the anniversary of her death, and somehow, in the cruel irony of his life, was able suddenly to remember their dating anniversary every year as well, even though she was no longer alive for him to celebrate with.
But now, happy with Ran and thoroughly in love, he’d managed to remember an anniversary and prepare properly for it. Roses seemed a ridiculous gift for a florist, so instead he’d gotten a bouquet of chocolate roses, ordered to be made in semi-sweet chocolate, Ran’s favorite, then gotten a bottle of their favorite wine, which he’d put in their bedroom with a small vial of bubble bath. As an afterthought, he’d gotten three tickets to the new horror film premiering that weekend to get rid of Ken, Omi, and Aya-chan and bought a tube of edible lube, all for Ran to enjoy however he liked, just so long as he didn’t worry about saving any behind for later when the others would have the opportunity to walk in on them doing ... whatever it was Ran wanted to do with his gifts.
Grinning like a fool, Youji crept down the stairs, intent on dragging Ran away from checking Aya-chan’s English homework for her, which he’d sneaked off to do right after they filed the paperwork from their last case.
No casework tonight, no homework help. No nothing but love, sex, and a memory to make it worth both their time to remember next anniversary when it rolled around.
He’d almost reached the last step when he noticed the redhead on the other side of the room. It took only a minute for him to realize it wasn’t his redhead, although the color of the hair was similar. It was Manx, he realized, Manx dressed in jeans and a sweater instead of her usual whorishly short suit-dress, hair bound in a simple ponytail at the nape of her neck.
She’s almost attractive, dressed like a normal individual, Youji pondered, opening his mouth to greet her and ask her what she was doing in their apartment. His words stuck in his throat, however, as he realized exactly what she was doing.
She was kissing Ran. And Ran was kissing her back.
Frozen, not wanting to believe his own eyes even as the fury and jealousy and confusion welled up inside him, Youji watched them kiss. It wasn’t a particularly long or deep kiss, more like the sort of thing Ran permitted to occur in the presence of their roommates or his sister. Once it was over, Manx stepped back and sighed, cocking her head as Ran looked her in the eye.
“Nothing?” she asked, sounding strangely like she was choking.
“Nothing,” Ran answered in his strong baritone. “I’m sorry. But I believe that’s what I told you would happen.”
Youji opened his mouth to demand clarification, but shut it and gaped as Manx stepped forward and grabbed Ran’s crotch, her hand grasping the denim of his jeans with a brutality that made Youji’s eyes water. After a second, she let go and sighed.
“Nothing,” she said again. “You really are gay, aren’t you?”
“Yes. And he’ll tell you too, if you want another opinion,” said Ran, nodding towards Youji.
Manx turned and smiled sadly at him, walking slowly in his direction. “Kudoh, you always were a pain in the ass,” she said. “I just hope Ran tops you so often you get it back in full.”
The venom in the soft tone of her voice should have clued him into the fact that something was up, but it didn’t, and later he doubted that, even if he had noticed it, he’d have had enough time to block the vicious knee that ground upwards into his groin. He shrieked in pain and collapsed to the floor, breaking two of the wire stems on the chocolate roses as he fell. Through the haze of pain, he heard Ran yell, “Hanae!” and hurry over, but instead of following the fuming woman out, he knelt down beside Youji and stroked his hair.
“Yotan, I’m sorry,” he whispered, bending to kiss Youji’s forehead. “She shouldn’t have done that to you. You were supposed to go out and get dinner ... I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. I never meant for you to see her, or her to see you. I’m so sorry.”
Youji whimpered in pain, looking up at Ran with tears forming relentlessly at the corners of his eyes from the ache spreading from his groin into his belly, making him feel horribly sick. “What. The. Fuck,” he managed, gasping.
“It’s a long story,” said Ran, stroking strands of dark blonde back, tucking them behind Youji’s ears. “Let’s get you to the couch.”
He helped Youji stand, touching him as little as possible, knowing how much contact of any kind could hurt. Youji staggered to the lumpy sofa, flopping down on it with a groan and motioning for Ran to join him. Pulling the anxious redhead to him, he kissed Ran’s forehead and handed him the slightly damaged bouquet of roses. He couldn’t help but smile when Ran gave him a blank look.
“Anniversary,” he said softly. “First time you ever let me kiss you, one year ago. That’s why I hadn’t gone out for dinner yet. I wanted to surprise you.” Seeing a look of guilt quickly spreading over Ran’s handsome features, he wrapped an eartail around his finger and tugged the pale man down for a kiss. “Don’t worry about it, Love. Just do me a favor?”
“Yeah?” said Ran, pulling away and looking very serious. Eager, even.
“Tell me what the fuck just happened, because I haven’t been drinking or doing drugs of any kind, yet I could have sworn I just watched Manx kiss you, molest you, then get mad at you and kick me in the balls. We both know that that’s not what happened, so tell me what happened, please?”
“It’s a long story,” Ran told him again, hands worrying the broken stem of one of the roses. “I don’t know where to start.” He looked up at Youji with a look of pleading, giving Youji the distinct impression that he was seeing what Ran may have looked like as a child.
“Start ... hm. Start with the kiss. Why was she kissing you?”
Ran sighed. “She’s been bugging me since Weiss dissolved,” he said. “Wanted me to give her a chance, even though I told her I was gay.” He leaned forward and set the roses on the coffee table in front of the couch, then sat back and watched Youji watch him. “She just recently figured out that I was involved with you. She ... wasn’t happy.”
“I’ll just bet,” said Youji, shifting to sit more comfortably, the ache in his balls dulling from a pounding pain to a slight throb.
“She wanted a chance to prove to me that she was good enough, or to prove to her that she wasn’t, so I told her she could have it.” He brushed the same bit of hair back behind Youji’s ear, smiling sadly, his fingertips trailing tenderly down Youji’s cheek. “That’s why she was kissing me. I told her she could kiss me once, just to see that I was right, that she didn’t do anything for me.”
“Hm. Sore loser,” Youji said. He caught Ran’s hand in his own and kissed it. “Glad you were right though, babe. Glad she doesn’t do anything for you.”
Ran kissed him, deep but careful, the passionate sort of kiss he’d never permit Youji to give him in front of Omi or Ken, and certainly not in front of Aya-chan.
“Nothing at all,” said Ran, leading Youji’s hand gently to his crotch. Youji smiled and squeezed his lover’s erection.
The evening was looking up after all.
~*~*~*~
They unwrapped and ate a few of the chocolate roses, Youji reclining against Ran, head pillowed on the swordsman’s bony shoulder, sucking Ran’s fingers every time the man fed him a bit of chocolate.
“I feel a little sorry for Manx, you know,” he said finally, licking his lips and wishing idly that he’d brought a bottle of water downstairs with him. “I’d have gone mad if you hadn’t wanted me back, a year ago.”
“Hn,” said Ran, rustling tinfoil and polyester leaves against the coffee table as he leaned down to set the partially-eaten bouquet on the table. He slid both hands down Youji’s chest. Youji sighed.
“Should have known I’d have to deal with competition for Tokyo’s favorite redhead, eventually,” he continued, “though it is a bit of a blow to my ego that I’m not everyone’s favorite anymore.”
Ran snorted. “You’ll live, Kudoh, I promise.” He stroked Youji’s chest lightly with his fingertips, the fabric of Youji’s shirt whispering against the muscles of the blonde’s chest. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm, good, baby,” Youji purred. “Love it when you pamper me.”
“I meant your balls, Kudoh,” he growled. “How are your balls?”
Youji chuckled and opened his eyes, twisted his head around to look up at his lover. “They don’t hurt quite as much anymore.” He searched for some sort of innuendo, of joke to lighten the atmosphere, but none came to mind, the memory of Manx’s knee grinding up into his crotch still too fresh in his brain.
“Good,” said Ran. “Then I’d like to celebrate our anniversary, still, if you’re up for it.”
Youji chuckled again and twisted away from his lover’s embrace, cupping Ran’s pale cheek in one of his hands. “The roses aren’t all I got for tonight, baby,” he said. “Know what’s up in my room, waiting for us?”
Ran shook his head, a hint of an excited glimmer lighting his unusual eyes.
“I got us a bottle of wine; thought we could take a bath and drink to our health, relationship, libido ... whatever we wanted.” He watched Ran roll his eyes, watched a small smile warm the redhead’s thin lips. “Got some bath oil for us to use, too. Blueberry scented, because it was the only non-flower scent they had, and I didn’t think either of us would find the smell of flowers very ... arousing.”
Ran laughed. “That’s very considerate of you, Yotan. We should go to a hotel though, somewhere private-”
“Took care of that, too, babe,” Youji said, puffing himself up with pride, just a bit. “You’ll notice the house is very dark when we go upstairs.” He leaned in and kissed Ran’s cheek, then ghosted his lips over his lover’s ear. “Because I got three tickets to that new zombie movie Ken’s been talking about all week, and shipped the kids off to see it. Nice two hour-feature, and I gave Aya-chan enough cash for them to go to a coffee shop afterwards, if they want.”
He was cut off, then, by Ran’s lips and tongue, the redhead kissing him hard and deep, whimpering a little in the back of his throat. He groaned and returned his lover’s eager kisses, tugging the man into his lap, then stroking and rubbing Ran’s back and ass, pulling him in close, as close as they could get.
“Perfect, Youji,” said Ran, pulling back. “This is perfect.”
Youji grinned and watched Ran slide off his lap, taking the hand offered him and following his lover up the stairs, the bouquet of chocolate roses forgotten on the coffee table.
Ran stopped in the main room of the apartment, just at the foot of the stairs. “Wine glasses,” he whispered, quiet out of habit. “Did you think to put any in your room?”
“Shit,” Youji whispered back. “No, I forgot those.” He started to pull away. “I’ll get some.”
Ran stopped him. “I’ll get them. You go up and get the stuff and start the bath.” He gave Youji a little flirtatious smile and kissed him. “I’ll be right up.”
Youji nodded, swatting Ran’s ass as the man padded away towards the kitchen, then turned and took the steps two at a time, fantasies filling his brain already of Ran, warm and wet in his arms, tasting like wine, hard and slick from the bath oil, panting and begging and ...
He threw open his bedroom door and froze, confused. He’d not left the light on, he was sure of it. And he’d certainly not left any candles lit ... he’d not lit any to begin with! And as for the black silky cover on his bed ...
His bedspread was aquamarine. He liked aquamarine, just like Ran liked orange. The redhead didn’t really get it, but, like the orange sweater that Youji put up with, he tolerated it.
“You~ji,” came a soft voice, strangely high-pitched and familiar.
Not a woman. Definitely not a woman. And the figure sprawled across the bed in nothing but a black thong and what looked suspiciously like gold body glitter had a voice just like that ...
Youji shrieked like a woman.
“Omi! What-THE FUCK-are you doing in my room?”
Omi rolled onto all fours and prowled up the length of Youji’s bed, grabbing the post of the headboard and rubbing himself against it like a stripper. Youji watched, feeling his eager erection wilting in his pants, shrinking away from the sight before him and snuggling against his abused balls, almost like a child seeking reassurance from its parents.
That thought, coupled with the thought of Omi-Omi whom he still considered a child-dressed in nothing but a thong and rubbing suggestively on his bedroom furniture, made him want to weep. He took a step backwards, intent on fleeing the apartment, the neighborhood, the city-hell, even the country!-but stumbled over Ran, who had come up behind him, a little out of breath from running at the sound of the blonde’s shriek.
“Youji,” he said, “what-”
Then he saw Omi. The wine glasses in his hand dropped to the carpet with a thud, somehow without shattering. Omi sat back on his legs, hands in his lap, his impossibly blue eyes round and shimmering, an expression of disappointment on his young face.
“Aya-kun,” he said. “I thought-”
“Omi,” said Ran. “What are you doing in my boyfriend’s room?”
Omi fidgeted. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend, Aya-kun. I thought he was just ... I thought ...”
“You’re wrong,” said Youji, leaning against the doorjamb.
“But, you said, down in the shop yesterday-”
Youji blushed a little, looking down. “I didn’t mean what I said in the shop yesterday, kid,” he said. “Not in that way. And you know that.”
“Didn’t mean what in what way?” Ran said.
“Youji-kun said I was his,” said Omi. “He said he was waiting until I was old enough, and that once I was, he’d take me away.”
Youji held up his hands in the wake of Ran’s death-glare, which had settled on him. “That’s out of context, baby,” he said. “Not unlike what I walked in on half an hour ago.” He reached out and brushed some of Ran’s hair away, tucking it behind the man’s ear. “Sakura was back, trying to get Omi to go out with her. He came running to me, because once Sakura gets started, they all get started, and you know how rabid they get on Friday afternoons.” He glared at Omi. “I said that so that she’d leave him alone. Said he wasn’t old enough for me yet-because I didn’t want the horde of Under Eighteens to start swamping me, I might add-and that he couldn’t get involved with any of them because, as soon as he was old enough, I was going to take him away from all of them and break their hearts.”
Ran snorted. Omi sniffled.
“I didn’t mean it. Told him that, too, back in the greenhouse.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Actually, I seem to remember telling him that he owed me big time for saving his ass, and that if he NEVER breathed a word of it to you, that’d count as payment.”
“I thought,” Omi said softly, his voice cracking, “that maybe I could pay you back like this, Youji. That you wanted me, and that’s why you were sending everyone else out tonight. I ... I thought ...” He stopped, his lower lip quivering pathetically, tears rolling copiously down his blushing cheeks.
Oh for heaven’s sake, the child’s crying now, Youji thought. “Yes, I sent everyone out tonight, so that Ran and I could be alone,” he said, as patiently as he could. He glanced at his watch. “Which reminds me, shouldn’t you be not here right now? Movie starts in ten minutes.”
Omi faltered. “I gave my ticket to Aya-kun,” he sniffed. “Didn’t Manx give it to you?”
Youji’s jaw dropped, but his outrage was silenced as Ran started to laugh.
~*~*~*~
Youji kicked off his shoes and dropped his keys onto his dresser, padding over to his bed and slipping under the (aquamarine) cover with his lover. Omi had finally stopped crying and apologizing halfway to the theatre, but had managed to sneak a kiss onto Youji’s cheek while the blonde was fighting with his wallet, having had to buy another ticket for Omi, the first allegedly still in Manx’s possession.
“Interesting evening,” said Ran, kissing Youji’s hair. “Omi get to the movie okay?”
Youji snorted. “Just fine. Little bastard kissed me, though. Right in front of everyone, too.” He rolled over and kissed Ran, deep and slow, erasing the memory of Omi’s lips on his cheek as best he could. “Fortunately, though, I think everyone thought we were brothers, because of our hair.”
“Probably,” said Ran. Then, after another slow kiss, he said, “You were pretty mean to him.”
“Mean, huh? So how would you have handled it?” Youji said, looking very grumpy. Well, as grumpy as he could manage while in bed with Ran, which honestly wasn’t very grumpy.
Ran smirked and nuzzled Youji’s neck, pushing aside long strands of dark blonde hair to nip at the playboy’s sensitive skin. “Don’t get all defensive on me, Yotan. I just feel bad for the kid.”
“Feel bad for me, eh? I got kicked in the balls and had a half-naked child try to seduce me tonight. I’m having a rough time of it.”
“Whiny, whiny,” Ran scolded. “Know what I think I’d have done, if I’d not been so surprised?”
Youji shook his head.
“I’d have let him fuck you,” Ran whispered. “Get it out of his system, you know.”
Youji snorted. “Who are you, and what have you done with my lover, eh? He’d never suggest such a thing.”
Ran pulled back and looked down at his lover, the blonde’s green eyes sparkling with a remnant of anger from his spat with Omi. “Think about it, Yotan,” he said. “It wouldn’t be so bad, really. I’d suck you off while he did it, so you’d still get that, but it’d give him a chance to see that you’re not interested. Like when I let Manx kiss me.” He nuzzled Youji’s nose with his own, grinning wickedly. “But in order to get it to work, you’d have to hold on to ... hmm, something that would get you exposed. The rafters in the green house are too high, and it’s pretty dirty in there, anyway. Mmm, a doorframe. I’d have you in a doorframe.”
“You’re enjoying this,” said Youji, incredulous. “Aren’t you? You spend your time coming up with this while I was driving the kid to the theatre?”
“You’d hold onto the top of the doorframe, completely naked, because you’re tall enough to reach and that would leave you exposed on both sides,” said Ran, ignoring him. “And you’d spread your legs, just enough.” He kissed Youji, a quick, deep invasion of his tongue into Youji’s mouth, answering better than words just how much he was enjoying his little fantasy. Youji sighed when he pulled away, one hand reaching out to tangle in Ran’s hair, stroking it into the redhead’s face.
“Okay, so I’m in the doorway, holding onto the top, legs spread, naked. What’s going to happen to me?” He tried to sound suave, but found that he sounded more freaked out than anything else.
Ran kissed his neck, worked his way down to Youji’s collarbone and shoulder, sucking a nice mark into the pale skin before continuing. “Mine,” he murmured, surveying the mark he’d left. “Anyway, yes, you’d hold on, trying to see over your shoulder, asking me constantly what was going on.” He trailed a finger down Youji’s chest, tickling the blonde-dusted belly-button with the tip of his finger. “You’d just barely catch sight of Omi before you felt him spread your beautiful ass, and just when you’d start to demand that he tell you what he was doing, he’d start slicking you.”
Youji shuddered in revulsion. “I’d complain.”
“If I weren’t kissing you, yes, you would. But I’d be there to kiss you, so you’d kiss me back instead,” said Ran matter-of-factly. He slid his hand down further, frowned when he found Youji’s cock soft and hiding between Youji’s legs from the fantasy. His own pressed wetly into Youji’s hip, aroused by the thought of his lover spread and a little uncertain, thrilled by the thought of Youji-The-All-Knowing being unsure, being left at Ran’s mercy to be pleasured.
He sighed. “You’d start complaining when I pulled away, like you always do,” he said, “trying to get me to kiss you some more, because by that point, Omi would have three fingers in you and you’d know he was close to being inside you.”
“Yeah, I bet I would,” Youji grumbled.
Ran leaned in close enough to brush his lips over Youji’s ear. “Know what I’d do to make it better, Yotan?” he whispered. “”I’d get down on my knees and suck your cock. I’d suck you so hard you wouldn’t care when Omi slid into you. I’d suck you so hard you’d welcome him thrusting into you, because that’d mean you’d get pushed deeper into my mouth. I’d suck you so hard you’d have to fight to keep your hands up on the doorframe, keeping all three of us up, because if you let go, we’d all collapse, and if we collapse, I’d stop, and you don’t want me to stop, no matter what.”
Youji let out a strangled sort of groan, his cock hardening rapidly under the light caresses Ran’s long fingers had been giving it and his lover’s teasing description. He loved getting head from Ran, loved it more than fucking, loved it almost as much as being fucked. And Ran seemed to have been born with an innate talent for the act, swallowing and throating as though it were as easy for him as breathing.
“Omi would finish first, of course, because he’s so young,” Ran said, hand wrapping around Youji’s cock and stroking in earnest. “And as soon as he’d slid out, I’d grab your hips and start really working on you, and you’d let go of the doorframe and pull on my hair like you do when you’ve been wanting it and we haven’t had a chance to do it. Like in the mobile shop, remember?”
Youji nodded, whimpering, his hips thrusting off the bed a little.
“You’d start to come, and I’d swallow the first bit, but then I’d sit back and let you come on my face. All over it. And you’d start crying my name like you usually do, and kiss me after you’d finished, even though you’d get your own come in your mouth.”
Youji pushed himself up, towering over Ran, and kissed him, hard and passionate, shutting him up. He growled when the hand around his cock disappeared, wrapping innocently under his back instead. “I don’t even want to know where Omi’d be by then, do I?” he murmured breathlessly.
“Watching,” said Ran, simply. “Finally figuring out why you’re just a fantasy and not his lover.”
“And why is that?” Youji gasped, hips thrusting against Ran’s leg.
“Because you’re mine,” Ran whispered, holding him close.
~*~*~*~
Youji was still panting when Ran finished cleaning himself, checking in the mirror over Youji’s dresser for any sign of come in his hair. It hadn’t taken much to finish his lover, not after his description, and certainly not after his bold assertion of ownership. Youji really got off on being possessed, Ran had noticed with a strange sense of satisfaction. He found it more than a little arousing as well, to be loved by the man in his bed, not just desired, to be wanted so much as to be obeyed. Worshipped, almost.
He slid into bed, into the welcoming arms of his lover, and sighed. His cock was still hard, still wanting, but he was content to snuggle, to listen to Youji breathe.
“Manx,” the playboy said.
Ran frowned. “What about her?”
“Well,” Youji said, “if we’ve taken care of Omi, that still leaves Manx. She’s out there somewhere, crying because you don’t want her, furious because I’ve got you. We ought to take care of her, too.”
“Hn.”
Youji snorted. “Hey, now, you just had me fucked by the Resident Child, remember? You can fuck the Resident Tits if Omi can fuck me, yeah?”
“Not resident,” said Ran. “She doesn’t live here.”
“Close enough.” Youji was grinning now, an idea forming in his head. “Hmm, it’d be hard, though. Since you have to fuck her-she can’t fuck you, and I doubt she’d settle for giving you head or getting head from you-but if ... hmm.”
“Youji, stop,” said Ran. “You’re grossing me out.”
“Payback, lover,” Youji said around a sated yawn. “Now let’s see ... if you’re on your back, with her riding you, that’d put me right in front of her, getting head ... no, that’d put Omi right in front of her, because you’d be sucking me off while he fucks me. That won’t work at all.”
Ran opened his mouth to protest, but closed it when he felt Youji’s fingertips on the head of his cock, stroking it lightly, smoothing the precome that was still leaking from it over the warm skin.
“And if you and I suck each other at the same time, Omi could still fuck me, but that’d leave Manx to watch or pout or, most realistically, shoot at us.” He mused quietly for a moment. “I suppose if you fucked her missionary-style, you could give me head while I got fucked.”
“That wouldn’t work,” said Ran. “My neck would snap.”
Youji nodded. “Probably. Wow, this is tough.”
“Chair,” said Ran, hips moving a little, wanting more friction than just what he could get from the pads of Youji’s fingertips.
“Huh?”
“Use a chair. One with a low back. Or even better, the bench in the shop.”
Youji wiggled a little, cock re-awakening at the sound of his lover’s willingness to participate in the game. He started it, after all, he thought, but he said, “Do tell.”
“The bench in the shop, right?” said Ran. “I sit on it, straddling it. Manx rides me backwards. I hold her up with one arm, jerk you off with my free hand while Omi fucks you.”
Youji snorted. “That’s not the same kind of erotic description you had when it was just me getting fucked, Lover.”
“Hn.”
Youji wiggled closer, shifting his hip against Ran’s slick erection, his hand leaving his lover’s cock to wrap around Ran’s muscular back. “Want to know how I think it would go?”
Ran rolled his eyes, but didn’t say no. Youji grinned.
“I think I’d come in and find you tied up on that bench, looking pissed and a little scared. Since it’s Manx we’re talking about, she’d be able to get the jump on you and be able to tie wicked knots.” He kissed Ran’s forehead, reached out and trailed his fingers down a pale hip, tickling just a bit over Ran’s ass. Ran shivered.
“I’d come in and demand that she tell me what was going on, but she’d take the gag off your mouth instead and tell you to tell me.” He felt Ran’s glare without even looking down. “Relax, baby, you’ll like this,” he said.
“I’d order you to get me untied,” Ran growled. He hated being tied during sex, even one hand only. Hang-up from a bad relationship in high school, before his parents were killed, he’d confessed, late one night. Youji kissed his softly on the lips.
“Precisely, Lover, and that’s why I had you tied in the first place. You’d tell me to untie you, and I’d start to it, but that’s when Omi would come in.” He stroked Ran’s hip again, gently, soothing. “He’d get all weepy because we were having sex in the shop with Manx, after I’d just refused to sleep with him. He’d be all confused and upset, so I’d take pity on him and let him play, too.”
“I wouldn’t want to play, though, Yotan. I don’t-”
“No, but if we’re going to give Omi his chance, even though I don’t like little boys, then we’re going to give Manx hers, too, even if you don’t like women,” he said, fingers sneaking around to touch Ran’s cock, the skin warm and slick from wanting attention too long. “I’d tell you to lean back, and I’d kiss you, hard and deep and mmph!”
He melted under Ran’s kiss, wrapping his arms around the swordsman when he felt the man slide up onto him, straddling his thighs, their erections brushing. He slid his arms down Ran’s body, fingers grabbing unceremoniously at Ran’s ass, spreading it open and tickling, teasing the soft cleft and small entrance, holding him close and bucking under him. He drank in Ran’s moan, sighed happily under the man’s warm weight.
“Like that?” Ran wanted to know, pulling away.
“Just like that. Fuck, Ran, you’re beautiful.”
Ran chuckled and rolled off. “And you were in the middle of a story.”
Youji whined, his revenge forgotten, always interested in sex more than anything else, it seemed, but he let Ran cuddle against him, continuing his story without pouting. Too much, anyway.
“Fine, then. So you’d kiss me, leaning back a little, and Manx would get all mad, like she did earlier.”
“I can’t jerk you off if she kicks you in the balls again, Yotan,” Ran said softly, breath tickling Youji’s ear.
Youji chuckled. “Like I’d let her. I’d get all pissy with her and say something like, ‘Well if you want him so bad, why don’t you just ride him right now, right here?’ Then she’d be like, ‘Fine, I will.’ And by that point, you’d be complaining, but she’d just shove you right inside, so it wouldn’t really matter.”
“You’re so considerate of my comfort, Youji,” said Ran.
“I don’t think it’d feel bad, Ran-love. You’d probably like it, even if you don’t like women. Friction’s friction.” He pulled one of his hands away from Ran’s ass and licked the tip of his index finger, getting it messy-wet before returning it to his lover’s entrance, tickling and slipping in, just a bit. “And anyway, by then Omi’d probably be getting adventurous with my ass, so I’d be kissing you again, trying to ignore him.”
“Youji, this is getting ludicrous,” said Ran. “How would she do that, unless I was already naked?”
“I don’t know,” said Youji. “How would Omi be slicking me if I were wearing anything? It’s a fantasy, just go with it.”
Ran sighed and licked at Youji’s lips, pulling the older man in for another kiss, this one deeper and louder, Ran moaning every time Youji wiggled his finger, the sensation maddening and arousing, all at once. He ground his erection into Youji’s, rubbing hard without getting nearly enough friction.
“Mmm, baby, I think you’re getting into this,” Youji said, rocking under his lover. “You’d be getting into it with Manx, too. She’d ride you pretty fast, liking it hard and a little painful-”
“Sounds like someone I know,” Ran interrupted.
“Yeah, so that’s just how you’d jerk me, baby, and I’d be moaning into your mouth, loving it,” Youji whispered, his index finger slipping further into Ran’s body.
“You’d fall over, you know, if Omi was taking you from behind.”
“I’d hold myself up on one hand, maybe on your shoulder. You’d hold Manx really tightly to keep from tipping over. She’d like that,” Youji said.
Ran gasped when he felt Youji’s middle finger tickling his entrance, pressing but not trying to slide in, a teasing, maddening sensation.
“Fuck it, Youji,” he said. “I don’t care anymore how it’d work. Just fuck me or let me fuck you, please.”
With a groan of pleasure, the blonde did as he was told, pulling his hands away from his lover’s body and spreading his legs. He watched Ran carefully disentangle himself, positioning his body between Youji’s legs while he groped blindly under the pillow for the bottle of lube. Ran caught it when Youji tossed it to him, slicked his fingers and began stretching his lover with little patience.
“Bet you’d finish first, Yotan,” he teased, sliding two fingers in and out of Youji’s body, watching the blonde’s head toss side to side on the pillow, relishing his moans of pleasure. “You’d come all over me and Manx, and that’d set her off. She’d come just as Omi came, but she’d be louder.” He shoved a third finger in rough and fast, bending to kiss Youji. “But I wouldn’t finish until she got off my lap and let you get on instead,” he whispered. “I don’t come for anyone but you.”
With that, he pulled his fingers free of Youji’s body and sat back on his heels, legs bent under him, and slicked his own cock, watching Youji watch him and stroking himself, slow and deliberately teasing.
“Come on, Yotan,” he said. “Take her place. Ride me.”
Youji scrambled to obey, crawling over to his lover and letting the redhead turn him around so that Youji was facing away, gasping at the feel of Ran’s cockhead pressing against his slick, prepared entrance, groaning when he felt his lover’s length sliding easily into his body. He loved getting fucked, loved the feel and sound of Ran inside and against him, loved relishing the knowledge that he was Ran’s and Ran was his.
He didn’t last more than twenty strokes, coming messily all over the bedsheets and Ran’s hand with a cry that was probably meant to be Ran’s name, but sounded more like a whimper than anything else.
“Beautiful,” Ran whispered. “Lean forward now.”
Youji obeyed, still gasping from his orgasm, falling forward onto hands and knees with Ran still inside him. He braced himself against the mattress, cried out when Ran began thrusting, harder and faster in the new position than he’d been able to do from the other. Ran groaned, digging long slender fingers into Youji’s hips as he thrust, then stilling, he cried out Youji’s name and came. He pulled out and let the last few pulses stripe his lover’s ass, collapsing back onto the mattress when he’d finished, stroking his fingers down Youji’s ass, smearing come around the smooth skin with a sigh of satisfaction.
Youji looked over his shoulder at his lover with a smile. “I dare Manx to beat that,” he said.
Ran shook his head. “She’d be better off not even trying.”
~*~*~*~
Ken and Aya held hands under the table, cautiously watching Omi and Manx fume across from them. Ken had been brave enough to comment on how nice it was to have Manx join them for a movie, but had lost his nerve for asking why she was joining them when she’d snapped at him that babysitting her old charges wasn’t her idea of a great Saturday night.
He’d been clinging to Aya ever since.
Omi wasn’t doing much better, sighing over his cup of hot chocolate with the look of a man who’d just found his lover in bed with someone else. The dark circles under his swollen eyes looked suspiciously like he’d been crying, but Ken swallowed a joke about Omi looking like the zombies in the movie they’d just watched.
He somehow doubted anyone but he and Aya would find the joke funny.
Aya broke the silence after a bit, reaching up to stir her coffee. “It was very nice of Youji to get us tickets to the movie,” she said. “He’s not usually so generous.”
Ken snorted. “Probably just wanted to get us out of the house. He had a bouquet of chocolate roses in his hand, last I saw him. Bet you anything they were for your brother.”
Aya giggled. “That’s kind of sweet.”
Upon receiving twin glares from Omi and Manx, along with the mutters of ‘bastard’ and ‘jerk,’ Ken wisely decided to shut up. He and Aya drank their coffee in silence and didn’t breathe easily until they were back at the Koneko, padding quietly up the dark stairs and sharing a quick kiss before separating the their respective rooms.
“Bet your brother’s room is empty,” Ken said to her. Aya giggled.
“I can only hope. He’s always in a better mood when he sleeps in Youji’s room, anyway.” She nuzzled Ken’s chin. “Wonder what was wrong with Omi tonight. He was really put-out.”
“Don’t know,” said Ken. “Don’t want to know, either, unless I did whatever it was that upset him.”
Aya nodded and gave him one last kiss before slipping into her room. He watched Omi pad dejectedly past him, resisting the urge to pat the young man on the shoulder or ask him what was wrong.
Sometimes, he decided, it was better to just not know.