Warnings etc. in Part 1

Epilogue

Youji sat on the couch in the common room, projecting an outward calm that he didn’t feel. Ran had gone out for his weekly appointment with the Kritiker shrink and to have a checkup on his remaining injury, the slowly healing collarbone. Ran expected to be let out of his sling and had all but promised they could have the rest of the afternoon and night to be together.

Youji was thrilled about the prospect of having Ran out of the sling. Though it had been fun to watch him manage in the Koneko with it on, having to do his arrangements one handed. But Youji was more excited for the return of mobility. Between the cast on his ankle and Ran’s sling, they hadn’t been able to do much for the last several weeks, and Youji was running the ragged edge of constant arousal.

What little they had been able to do wasn’t really enough. Youji wanted to bury himself in Ran, wanted Ran buried inside him, wanted to relearn his lover’s body, pay foolish attention to every last inch if his skin.

The blonde growled softly and stalked to the stairs. His ankle had healed cleanly, the fracture requiring only four weeks in the cast. He still limped a little, but the physical therapy was doing its job and he was off the crutches. He pulled himself up the stairs to his bedroom. He might as well do something useful while he was waiting for Ran to return.

Living with Ran had made Youji more conscious of picking up after himself. There wasn’t a lot to pick up, but he fussed around the room, making the bed, making sure the long neglected tube of lubricant was within reach under the pillows, and setting out and lighting candles to create a soft feel in the room. The lightly scented candles helped set a calm mood, and the flickering lights were preferable to the harsh overhead lighting. Youji knew Ran was conscientious of his body at the best of time, and with the new scars on his chest, Youji expected him to be wary.

Youji turned when the door opened behind him, Ran stepping through, dressed in a white button up shirt and khaki pants. The sling was gone, but Ran’s left arm still lay over his chest. Probably just natural Youji thought. He watched Ran look around the room, a slight smile on his face.

Youji shrugged slightly, suddenly self conscious. Ran’s smile grew just a little as he took the two steps that brought him across the room and face to face with Youji. No words were exchanged as Ran lifted his arms to Youji’s face and pulled the blonde down for a long kiss.

They molded to each other, their bodies remembering where they fit against the other. Youji almost drowned in that kiss; it wasn’t that they hadn’t done it in a long time, but this kiss had new meaning, new promise. They were beginning something new, something real, and Youji wanted to give himself over to that.

Youji unbuttoned Ran’s shirt, sliding his fingers over the pale skin as it was revealed inch by inch. He was mindful of the still tender injury as he slipped the white cotton shirt off. It fell to the floor, Youji’s tee shirt joining it a short moment later. The blonde bent to kiss Ran again deeply, slowly guiding them toward the foot of the bed until the redhead’s calves hit the mattress and he sat, breaking the kiss.

Ran worked at the closure on Youji’s pants, easily undoing the buckle and sliding the tight pants down. True to form, Youji wasn’t wearing underwear. The blonde moaned when Ran took him in hand. A few steady strokes and Youji felt his knees going weak.

“Ran,” he breathed, covering one pale hand with his own. Ran looked up. Youji almost drowned in the dark purple orbs staring up at him, lust and want and need that Youji was sure was a reflection of his own gaze. “If you don’t stop,” he warned.

“We have all night,” Ran promised before leaning forward and taking Youji into his mouth.

Youji’s hands reached out for support as moist heat enveloped his erection, long fingers tangling in red hair as Ran began to suck gently. It didn’t take long for Youji to collapse against Ran, trembling with the aftershock of his orgasm.

“Kami-sama,” Youji breathed, staring down at Ran’s face as the redhead licked at the corner of his mouth. Youji reached down to his hips and gently released Ran’s grasp, bringing the pale hands to his lips and kissing each palm, then the inside of his left wrist, up to his elbow. He pressed his body forward against Ran’s chest until he was reclined against the mattress, legs dangling over the edge, Youji straddling him.

Youji worked his way from elbow to shoulder to collar bone, skimming over the barely healed injury. His hands locked with Ran’s and his mouth traced a trail up the redhead’s neck to his ear.

“You have too many clothes on,” he whispered. Ran was shirtless and Youji’s pants were around his ankles. He could have kicked them off, but hadn’t bothered. Ran squirmed against Youji wan the blonde drew his earlobe into his mouth, imitating the action Ran had just performed on him. Youji felt the heat building between them. As much as he wanted it to last, he knew that neither of them would be able to hold out. Besides, they had all night. Ran had promised.

Youji moved down Ran’s body, relearning every scar, ever slight imperfection. He could feel Ran tense when he focused on the still pink pattern on his chest . But Youji was intent on not letting his lover stay uncomfortable with his body. They all had their scars and Youji was not about to let Ran be ashamed of his body.

Hi nibbled gently at the new skin, wetting it with his tongue then blowing cool air over it. Ran squirmed slightly the first. By the time Youji reached the puckered knot in the middle of the star, Ran was a curious mix of relaxed and aroused; pliant in Youji’s capable hands.

Ran’s hands didn’t stay idle, tracing patterns over Youji back before cautiously drifting to the new marking on the blonde’s body. The bullet had only grazed him, but left a bright pink mark halfway between his hip and ribcage. Youji lifted his head from Ran’s chest when his lovers’ fingers lingered there, softly caressing the scar tissue.

“For me,” Ran whispered, then smiled, just a slight lifting of the corners of kiss-swollen lips.

Youji shifted and kissed him deeply. He was still getting used to Ran, the more frequent smiles, the lack of “shi-ne” death glares, spontaneous human contact, easy conversation. Every once in awhile, Aya still popped up, when Ran was tired or frustrated with his healing. Youji dealt with it and was falling for the redhead all over again as he discovered new facets of Ran’s personality.

“For you,” Youji confirmed, then resumed his exploration of Ran’s body.

Even through the heavy knit of Ran’s twill pants, Youji could feel the heat of his lover’s arousal pressing against him. He abandoned his quest of mapping Ran’s body to get rid of the last barrier between them. He slid his fingers into the waistband, pleased to find that there wasn’t an excess of room. Youji’s fingers encountered silk briefs, cool against his lover’s overheated body.

Youji quickly unbuttoned Ran’s pants and pulled them down in one smooth motion, the redhead lifting his hips to allow Youji to slide them off. At the same time the blonde kicked off his own pants. Ran moved back on the bed when Youji rose up to remove their clothes. The blonde resumed his exploration of Ran’s body, beginning at the heel of his foot and moving up his calf, using his fingers to massage his way up to well toned thighs.

Youji’s fingers skittered over Ran’s erection, his feather light touch coaxing a sound that has half growl and half moan from his lover’s lips. Encouraged, Youji let his touch grow more bold, stroking Ran’s length, drifting down to his balls, delighting when the redhead arched up against his hand.

A sharp tap on his head made him look up from Ran’s body. The redhead held the lube in his outstretched hand, having hit him in the head with the corner of the tube. Youji took the hint and the tube. He repositioned himself, moaning when their erections rubbed together.

Youji unscrewed the cap, squeezing a good amount of lube onto his hands. Ran drew his legs up, settling his ankles on Youji’s shoulders as the blonde slicked his fingers. He slid one finger into Ran, slowly pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He moved the digit around, gently stretching until Ran was relaxed enough for Youji to add a second finger.

He scissored his fingers, pressing deeper as he continued to stretch Ran for his entry. The redhead arched against him, trying to force Youji deeper. The blonde understood; Ran was ready.

He shifted once more, bringing himself to his knees and aligning himself. Youji found the lube with a hand, squeezing some more into his palm then sliding his hands over his erection until he was coated with a mix of lube and his own pre-cum. He curled his hands around Ran’s hips as he pushed slowly forward, allowing Ran to adjust to him as Youji slowly buried himself in his lover.

Youji waited for a beat, relishing the sensations of being surrounded by Ran, until a needful growl rose from Ran and spurned Youji on. Agonizingly slow, he began to move, withdrawing until he was almost completely clear of Ran’s body, then just as slowly pushed back in.

The blonde continued to go slow until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He gradually increased his pace, the small noises emanating from Ran’s throat encouraging him. The smaller man gasped when Youji shifted slightly and raked across his prostate, driving Youji to hit that spot repeatedly.

It didn’t take long before Youji’s hands were slipping from Ran’s body, the pale skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. He continued to thrust into Ran, even as the redhead arched against him one last time, ribbons of white fluid splashing against Youji’s chest. A few more short strokes and Youji spilled his seed deep inside Ran with a shout that could have been Ran’s name.

Youji collapsed against Ran for the second time, only the sounds of harsh breathing and his pounding heart beating reaching his ears. He felt arms come around him, lips pressed to his temple. Youji cracked his eyes open and lifted his head, looking blearily down into Ran’s face.

The redhead looked relaxed, sated, his violet eyes changing from lustful dark purple to a lighter shade. To Youji’s eyes, he looked more at peace than he had in several weeks.

”We have all night, right?” Youji asked, watching Ran smile slightly up at him.

“All night,” the redhead promised, raising his head and kissing Youji firmly on the lips.



Part 14



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