First thing's first: THIS IS YAOI LEMON. Ya don't like it, *you
don't hafta read it*. I'm not going to lecture, I'm not going to fuss and
I'm not going to accept flames from people who don't like it. Someone said
that one should have "a viable reason" to write a yaoi Ranma fic, I think.
Kun-chan's "Ranma no Hentai", of course, was beyond viable. I'm taking
another track.
This story is the second of four (perhaps as many as five). The
first two are completed and probably won't be changed a lot when all is said
and done. The third, fourth (and possible fifth, if I think that three and
four are too large on their own) should be along by next week. Nobody ever
accused me of being too fast...I get sidetracked ^_^
As I'm no longer on the FFML, responses should be made *DIRECTLY* to
me. Please, for heaven's sake, don't send wild flaming things so that
Risha-chan laughs herself right out of her chair. I'd hate to see her break
something ^_~
There. You've been warned. NOW you can read on. ^_^
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* Alterniverse ahead. If you don't like yaoi,*
* chances are that you shouldn't read this. *
* This is the continuation of "Father Figure"*
* and it will be explicit lemon yaoi. If ya *
* don't like it, don't read it. *
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-=*Blood & Fire*=-
"I always thought we'd be together/And that our love could not be better/
Well with no warning you were gone/I still don't know what went wrong/You
don't know what I've been through/Just want to put my love in you/No more
nights/Of blood and fire..."
-- Type O Negative, "Blood & Fire"
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If a pedestrian had been walking in the region of the old bridge
that afternoon, they might have thought that the sun was trying to rise from
beneath it. The glow that came from below pulsed, resembling a strobe light
-- and then the blasts began to hit.
Ryouga growled fiercely, his shishi houkodan missing Ranma by inches
as it exploded near his feet, knocking Ranma back against one of the bridge
supports. "Get back here, Saotome!! Because of you, I'VE SEEN HELL!!!" With
that battle cry, Ryouga moved forward in a rush with his fist pulled back
and gave a hard punch.
Ranma jerked his head to the side, feeling the wind of Ryouga's
movement flying past his face as he gave several hundred of his own. "Katchu
tenshin amiguriken!!!" he cried aloud, slamming both fists repeatedly into
Ryouga's gut before he jumped and rolled to stand on a nearby culvert, left
beneath the bridge by a lazy construction crew.
Ryouga grunted and rubbed his stomach for a rare second and then
turned, fury lighting behind his eyes. "I've followed you for months!! For
*YEARS*, now, through country after country, through Jusenkyo....." Ryouga
growled even more loudly. "EVERYTHING THAT'S WRONG WITH MY LIFE IS YOUR
FAULT, RANMA!!! " With that, he came rushing towards Ranma's precarious
position atop the concrete divider.
Ranma had heard it all before, many times. It seemed to be Ryouga's
favorite battle cry, and he did it so *well*, too. Unfortunately for Ryouga,
Ranma had recently been reminded of a part of his past that he had managed
to keep buried for years. Today was *not* a good day to accuse Ranma of
making anyone's life "hell".
"RRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Ranma
shouted furiously before pulling back and, out of the blue, delivering a
barroom roundhouse that knocked Ryouga flat on his back, holding his jaw and
looking up at Ranma in astonishment.
"Whhaa...?"
Ranma's blue eyes shimmered with anger and restrained tears, his
hands trembling violently as he balled them into fists. "*I* made *your*
life hell, Ryouga? Who showed up four days late, huh? Who was it that's so
damned "directionally challenged" that he couldn't make a fifteen minute
walk in three days? Didja ever think maybe I didn't have any CHOICE about
leavin'!?!" Ranma swerved around, his back to Ryouga, arms tensed. "Who
keeps sayin' it wasn't nothin' but a duel over BREAD? Hmmmm?"
Ryouga had the good grace as to look slightly shame-faced as he
stood, tilting his head to the side and looking at Ranma's back, the line of
his waist and hips and thighs with a nervous swallow. "Well, that's all it
was, right? Some little game, some experiment?"
Ranma reacted violently, turning and moving so quickly Ryouga almost
missed him until Ranma had him by his shirt, pulling him forward tightly. "A
GAME!?! You call what we were A GAME!?! Do you.. have any..." Ranma stopped,
breathing quickly and looking so wild that Ryouga's instincts were screaming
at him to run, get away, DO something about this ferocious madman that had
hold of him. Ranma loosened his grip and stepped back, his voice raw and
grating as if it was all he could do to continue, "Ryouga, do ya know what
you left me to? Huh?" His eyes filled with unshed tears again as he thrust a
hand through his bangs roughly, growling in anguish as the memories flooded
him. "Oyaji SAW us, Ryouga. That day in the park when we were playin'
around, y'know, and you reached for my hand while I was walkin' you home."
Ranma lifted his chin and his eyes, glacial now as he recounted the old
story. "It wasn't just a beatin' that time, Ryouga."
Ryouga put a hand to his stomach, feeling nauseous as he paled,
turning ghost white. His fingers trembled as he reached out to touch Ranma's
shoulder, moth wing soft and trembling. "You don't mean... I mean, he didn't..."
Ranma jerked his shoulder away savagely and hissed, "Don't touch me!
Just don't fuckin' touch me!" With that, he jumped up the side of the ditch,
propelled himself to the rooftops and ran.
Ryouga slumped to the ground, buried his face in his hands...
...and cried.
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Ranma shut the window after him as he crawled in from the rooftop,
laying down on his futon with an exhausted sigh. His entire body seemed to
ache from holding everything in so tightly, his hands were trembling and his
stomach was tied in knots.
He could hear Akane and Nabiki outside, sunbathing next to the pond
and singing along with the radio. A slight smile spread over his face as he
thought about Akane. He really _did_ think that he might love her. If she
would show the slightest sign of accepting him and really mean it, he'd jump
in a minute, or so he sometimes thought.
She could be so cute sometimes. When she smiled, it was like water
to a man dying of thirst, like the sun coming out from an embankment of
clouds. Just remembering the way she had looked at him not a week ago, the
way he had almost been fooled before the tape went over his mouth and she
kissed _it_ instead of him....his knees went weak thinking about it. If she
had really kissed him, he'd probably have turned into a limp puddle of flesh
and fainted dead away from the shock of it, he thought ruefully. {Yeah,} he
thought, {guess I really do l..l.. have feelings for the tomboy iinazuke of
mine.} He gave a little smile that quickly faded when he thought of Ryouga.
What had happened three years ago was something that they had never
really talked about. Ranma had accepted it at face value and made
assumptions about Ryouga's own feelings. That was a mistake that he
obviously shouldn't make again. Ranma bit his lip and thought once again of
that lost afternoon in Ryouga's arms, the grass in that unknown field
weaving magic as Ryouga bit gently with those little fangs that Ranma had
always been slightly envious of for some reason. The feelings that he had
for Ryouga and Akane were so similar that he didn't know what he should do
about them.
Genma popped his head in the door and raised an eyebrow at Ranma.
"You're lazy, boy. You should be practicing! Martial arts isn't just
something for weekends, you know..."
Ranma threw a convenient glass of water towards the doorway, hearing
it shut rapidly -- but not quickly enough. He could hear Oyaji shuffling off
in panda form after a heaving sort of panda sigh. {Poor Pop,} Ranma thought
dryly. He rolled his eyes before turning on his stomach and pressing his
face into his pillow to silence the semi-silent catches of breath that
finally lulled him into sleep.
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He was slow to wake, slower to actually function. He could feel the
tracks of tears on his face and was disgusted with himself for crying in
this form. His hands brushed his cheeks to get rid of the feeling as he
looked out into evening. The sun had gone hours before and the only thing
that he could hear from downstairs were snores from Soun and Genma. {They've
prob'ly been hittin' the sake tonight,} Ranma thought with a shrug. Didn't
really matter to him -- he could protect himself from drunken assaults these
days.
Ranma shoved open the sash and settled the window wide open,
stepping out onto the rooftop with careful tread. He moved away from his own
window a bit and settled somewhere nearer to Nabiki's before he noticed
Ryouga standing nearby.
The moonlight was strong, silver motes of fairydust on the wind as
it settled against Ranma's skin and made him look like polished marble to
Ryouga, strong but brittle all at the same time. With careful tread, he
settled down near Ranma's spot and joined him in staring out over the
pellucid waters of the koi pond, dropping his backpack nearby. He felt Ranma
jump as he placed his hand lightly on Ranma's bare arm, his voice whisper
soft as he murmured, "I didn't know."
Ranma shrugged, "You couldn't've."
Ryouga frowned. Ranma could make things a lot harder than they had
to be and he was *still* angry over being dumped into that damned drowned
piglet spring; all the same, Ryouga could feel the need that seemed to seep
out of Ranma's pores tonight, the need for love and comfort and tenderness
that came out in him sometimes when he dropped the macho facade that he kept
up in front of his father and anyone who might question his "manliness".
Ryouga leaned to the side and hesitantly put his arm around Ranma's
shoulders, fingers lightly stroking in his nervousness. He could feel Ranma
glance at him from the corner of those beautiful prussian eyes and he
shuddered. It had been years and Ryouga wasn't sure that he could do what he
needed to do tonight, not just needed, but wanted, yearned to do. Steeling
his spine and setting his jaw, Ryouga twisted at the waist and, with firm
hands, tugged Ranma forward against his own chest.
Their noses bumped lightly but it didn't matter. All that mattered
now was this sudden hunger, the song in their veins that seemed to ask for
more, that made their bodies hum with an excitement neither had felt in
longer than they cared to discuss.
Ryouga's hands were roaming wild over Ranma's chest as he tenderly
bit into the silk of Ranma's trembling lower lip and pushed him back against
the rooftop to come over him and stare down into the starlit face that had
so entranced him before, eyes that could still convey a thousand different
feelings and emotions and make Ryouga tremble. The passion was so close to
anger for him, both emotions exquisite, ethereal and quick to come and go.
His fingers fumbled at the wooden buttons, unable to pull them open fast
enough as he grasped Ranma's pigtail in his fist and pulled just enough to
open his throat to him.
Ranma moaned, his heart beating faster and faster as Ryouga moved
over him, lifted his jaw to the insistent tug and shuddered as Ryouga found
a cluster of nerve endings near his jugular. Ryouga's nibbling teeth made
him rock upwards, pressing his growing erection tightly against Ryouga's
belly as he brought a hand into the lost boy's hair, fingers shoving against
the bandanna and sliding away as he cupped the nape of his neck with a low moan.
Ryouga could feel Ranma pressed against him, his own excitement
making him breathless as he managed to get Ranma's shirt off, finally. The
heat rising from the breadth of his chest seemed to burn Ryouga's fingertips
as he pressed his fingers in quick, dancing motions up and over Ranma's
navel and along his diaphragm, hands caressing around ribs even as he bit
and sucked his way down to Ranma's collar bone. There was impatience in
Ranma's every motion as he began to work on tugging Ryouga's shirt up and
over as well, parting long enough to tear it off, finally, rolling so that
Ryouga was underneath him and he could see the velvet brown of Ryouga's eyes
gleaming starlight at him and then he bit just underneath the arm, teeth
nipping and tongue lashing out in quick apology when the gasp of
pain-pleasure came.
The kisses were fast and hard, the hands roaming freely over the
heated iron of muscle. Both were shaking with the boundless fire that seemed
to be eating them alive, making soft moans sound like cries of pleasure,
groans of exquisite agony as pants and underwear and shirts fluttered and
tumbled in the cool evening breeze to fly away and into the pond. Neither
noticed as the wind picked up and blew across sweat-dewed skin.
Ranma moved to the side, left arm halfway beneath Ryouga as he
pulled him close and pressed his cock tightly against Ryouga's, the friction
of velvet soft skin and tissue rubbing together bringing audible moans from
both of them. Ryouga could feel the excitement welling up inside of him, so
fast that it seemed only moments ago they'd begun touching and he wanted
more, he wanted it now, he wanted it five minutes ago. Looking into Ranma's
own fervent eyes, he shuddered. Ryouga could see Ranma's reaction as he
reached down with a slightly rough hand to grasp Ranma's penis and stroke,
slow and tight with his hand before he moved down and down and down, trails
of hot kisses buried across Ranma's skin there in the moonlight, across his
chest and down his belly to the pulsing shaft in his hand. It took mere
seconds for him to truly consider the matter before leaning down and kissing
the delicate tissue.
Ranma's response shook his entire body as Ryouga wrapped his tongue
around the flared corona, tongue tickling across the tiny opening and
dipping to taste the salty fluid that trembled there, Ryouga's lips opening
and, with an almost audible *popping* noise, suckling the head in tightly.
Ranma gave a wild little cry and balled his hands into fists, rolling over
onto his back and somehow carrying Ryouga with him, his lower lip bitten
tightly between pearlescent teeth as his brow knit. Ryouga's hand slid up
and down the shaft behind his mouth as his teeth ever so lightly pressed
against it, shoulders coming between Ranma's thighs as a hand reached to cup
his ass, lifting Ranma to him with titanic strength and then stroking all
the way to the root, almost choking as his throat protested the action.
Pulling back up, Ryouga established a rhythm, several short strokes followed
by a deep one, little noises of appreciation coming from the back of his
throat, his own penis rubbing against the tiles of the roof with abandon.
Ranma could feel it, he was so close, almost there, and then Ryouga
pulled away, leaving him to shiver as the wind blew across saliva wet flesh
and to moan in bereavement. Ryouga's hands were trembling violently as he
heard that noise of protest, so much so that he could barely begin to unzip
the compartments of his backpack from where it lay nearby and, once he did,
he couldn't make his shaking fingers hold onto anything.
Ranma eyed Ryouga with surprise as he pulled out a tiny foil package
and a small bottle of something that looked...well...wet. His pout was
semi-serious as he asked in a husky voice, "You always carry that kinda
thing around, Ryouga?"
Ryouga grinned as he settled the package on Ranma's stomach and
replied, "Hibiki Family Rule #17: Be prepared for all contingencies." He
winked in a shockingly flirtatious manner as he opened the small bottle and
slid back down.
At the same moment Ranma felt that tight, hot mouth encase his organ
again, he felt Ryouga's fingers probing delicately, opening him and sliding
just inside of him, gently at first and then pressing deeper to rub against
some part of him that made him gasp. Tremors of pain and pleasure ran down
his spine as his mouth opened in a soundless noise of unexplainable origins
and his back arched up off of the roof, fingers knotting in Ryouga's hair as
Ryouga's hands soothed him, made him hot and left him a quivering wreck.
Ryouga could feel it now, Ranma's ki so high pitched that it sang in
tune with his own and he pulled back reluctantly, kissing the hard shaft one
last time, nose rubbing against the tender skin of Ranma's belly as he
withdrew his hands and reached for the package, ripping it open with shaking
fingers and smoothing on the soft latex sheath.
Ranma looked on in awe, biting his lip and swallowing with sudden
nervous tension. He wanted release so very badly now that he wouldn't
hesitate to do anything that Ryouga asked of him and so he closed his eyes
and heaved a soft sigh of acceptance as Ryouga slid between his legs, lifted
one of Ranma's knees up and over his shoulder and carefully positioned
himself with one hand. Ranma opened his eyes as he sensed Ryouga's
hesitation and "Hmm?" 'ed softly, looking up at him.
Ryouga leaned down, glad for Ranma's flexibility as his lips touched
the trembling mouth of his lover beneath him. At the moment that Ryouga's
tongue took Ranma's mouth, he pushed forward, slow and gentle, one hand on
Ranma's left hip and the other moving from his own shaft to Ranma's. He
could feel the uncontrollable shaking that seemed to run through Ranma as he
pressed deeper, pushing until he was seated completely against Ranma's hips.
Both boys became a tableau in moondrenched marble, the larger Ryouga
brushing Ranma's face tenderly, listening to the more slender young man's
low whimpers and brushing his mouth every so often against the gasping one
beneath him. With a simple movement, Ryouga moved Ranma's leg away from his
shoulder and wrapped it around his waist, pulling the other to join it.
Ranma felt his very heart trembling in his chest, sweat trickling
down the back of his neck as he reached up and grabbed Ryouga's shoulders,
looking deep into Ryouga's eyes and whispering, "Now..." as he pulled
himself tightly against Ryouga, pressing his face against the hollow of
Ryouga's throat and beginning to kiss and bite lightly.
Ryouga gasped, beginning to thrust now. His movements were timid,
gentle, slow as he felt Ranma's body clamping down tightly around him, his
hand holding Ranma's shaft lightly as it bobbed in his hand, betraying the
pure bliss that Ranma was feeling. His fingers began to stroke Ranma
involuntarily, perhaps in response to the rhythm his own body was beginning
to establish inside of him, and he could feel something building, deep. Each
stroke of Ryouga's hand was rhapsody, each thrust seemed to come harder,
deeper, further, invading Ranma's inner soul and releasing a tension that he
had never realized was there. Both were trembling, shaking with the force of
emotions and the feel of hyper-sensitive skin brushing one against the
other. Ranma could feel it again, surpassing the plateau that he had reached
earlier while buried inside of Ryouga's mouth. Ryouga felt it as well, his
arms wrapping tightly around Ranma's shoulders, holding him closely as his
thrusts became harder, ragged, rapid, Ranma's cock brushing Ryouga's stomach
in time with Ryouga's motions.
Ranma came to fulfillment first, with a sharp gasp and a sudden
stillness of his body as he could do no more than tremble under Ryouga's
continuing motions, tightening around Ryouga in pulses, his eyes shut
tightly as tears began to stream, running down the bridge of his nose and
tickling his earlobe as they dripped off, crystalline shards of salty water.
Ranma's release seemed to trigger Ryouga's own -- he gasped sharply and
thrust deep one final time, wrapping his arms even more tightly about Ranma
as he practically fell atop him, gasping for breath and shivering with release.
Several moments passed before either moved. Ryouga was the first to
do so, reaching behind him and carefully unhooking Ranma's ankles, settling
his feet down flat against the roof as he withdrew slowly, hearing the soft
hiss of breath that Ranma gave. He glanced down at Ranma's stomach and his
own, and suddenly laughed.
Ranma roused himself enough to look irate and ask, "Ermm... what?"
Ryouga leaned down and carefully ran his tongue over a strand of the
salty ejaculate, making a little face at the taste before he leaned up to
kiss Ranma with a tender stroke of tongue and mouth. Ranma wrinkled his
nose, as well, but opened his mouth all the same, quite willing for the
ravagement of Ryouga's tongue.
Ryouga moved to lay beside Ranma, his hand searching and finding
Ranma's as the frogs croaked and the crickets sang. It was quiet for several
moments before either of them spoke, as if it would take that time to
disentangle all of the confusing emotions that had been brought back into
play after so long.
"What about Akane?" Ryouga whispered, breaking the silence with his
soft, thrumming voice.
A shiver ran through Ranma's frame as he sat up, looking around for
his clothing and (upon glancing towards the pond) seeing it floating on the
surface of the koi pond. With a soft sigh, he shook his head. "I..I dunno,
Ryouga. I'm so confused..." He reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose
in a nervous motion, propping one forearm on his knee as he reached to cup
the back of his skull. He sighed softly and looked out over the back yard,
rubbing his neck contemplatively. "It ain't just Akane, neither. We've gotta
worry 'bout Ucchan and Shampoo and," here, he shuddered, "Kodachi. I mean..
I don't feel nothin' for any of THEM, but...still...they ain't gonna like it
if we just take off."
"So you're saying you feel something for Akane, but not the others?"
"I didn't say that!" Ranma backpedalled furiously. "I didn't say
nothin' like that. Just..." He bit his lip and looked miserable. "Just
I'm...confused. Gimme some time, Ryouga....A little time."
Ryouga drew himself up icily and stood, making a face as he pulled
away the remains of the condom and tossed it and the ripped up package into
a small paper bag from his backpack. He began to pull
on clothes with jerky motions of his hands as Ranma watched helplessly, his
eyebrows knitting in a worried sort of pain. "Just a little time, Ryouga.
That's all. Surely that ain't so much to ask..." Ranma half pleaded.
Ryouga turned to Ranma as he pulled a yellow shirt over his head and
knelt down to tie the laces tightly around his pant's legs. "All right,
Ranma. You've got your time. From now 'til the next time I find the dojo
again," he said softly. "I'll expect an answer then."
With that pronouncement, Ryouga lifted his backpack, found his
umbrella and leapt down from the house to walk into the night, leaving Ranma
naked and alone to search his soul for what he hoped would be the right answer.
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Whew! I didn't think I'd EVER manage to finish that up ^_^ But there
ya have it. Somebody said I should get in on the yaoi bit *coughcough*
*er..well..* and I had some ideas and then some more and not all of them
were necessarily comfortable ones, but what they amounted to was a set of
four stories of which this is the second. The third may be a week or more in
completion (depending, of course, on how willing my bosses are to turn an
eye to all of my typing -- but then, all I really hafta do is answer the
phones, so that seems to be perfectly all right most of the time.) ^_^ AT
ANY RATE -- this will be followed by two others (well, perhaps three.
Everything is outlined and I have to discover points at which I wish to
break off.)
Comments welcome, flames should be careful 'cause this is a shared
email address and it would be impolite to say nasty things to somebody
besides me. Not, of course, that Risha-chan doesn't expect it -- she finds
my proclivities quite charming. ^_^ Friends usually do...er... I'm babbling,
aren't I?
Tzigane
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* If I die let it be with you... *
* Hold me close while the world falls in on me.. *
* Whisper my name as the darkness rises... *
* And I fall into the dream that never ends... *
* From:"The Scarlet Letters" by Scott Urban *
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