DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ranma's intellectual idea, every change exterior or interior has been morphed without intending to harm anyone. This is still only for fun and I'm not making money out of this. The aforementioned character is Rumiko Takahashi's creations.
NO BETA, if you see any grammar, typos, mistakes then please understand, have been trying to untangle this shit out. This will not be revised for changes.
Warning: Nothing to do with InuYasha or Ranma ½ Universe. Personal Fic, OC centrix and characters that had been taken were seriously morphed. OOC in other words and this is a personal fic. YAOI and major M alert. Rate M for language and sexual scenes. Multi-chapter/not finished.
AN/ Again, awkward transitions the "OOOO" may or MAY NOT follow the story the same day, probably there is going to be years span between each transition but for the last arcades are from the same night, like you will understand with the context don't worry.
I wanted this story to have a deeper meaning but romance is hard for me to go in depth, I am sorry if you find the story plot very vague and meaningless. I seriously apologize and this is not my forte so I kind of tend to avoid it. I hate to feel the actions are way too straightforward to silliness so I will try to improve in the future. I anyways hope it turns to be a nice rollercoaster since I am not planning in finishing it here. I just untangled this first chapter I need to finish the rest. This has been a whole challenge since I can write a hurt/comfort or angst story in a couple of hours but this has proven me challenging to achieve.
I honestly was a click away from keeping this to make a whole One-shot but honestly, I cannot put on too much shit on one single chapter. When I post the entire story you will understand why I couldn't unify it in a one-shot. I am not used in writing this stuff but I honestly wanted to improve my romance/M side of my stories, since they are usually very implicit (non-explicit material) and/or loosely developed (romance-wise). I don't want to avoid romance and fluff as much as I usually do so, I hope this story as whole help me improve this area. Anyways, Enjoy! (Try to)
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Moonstruck
Silent things, violent chase
We are dancing again
In a dream, by the lake
-Winter Bird
CHAPTER ONE
WINTER BIRD
OOOO
"You think?"
"Mhm."
"Well…" The blonde hesitated, his mouth twisting at not being able to explain himself as good as he wanted to. He wavered and after pressing the newly inflicted bruise on his thigh he decided to try again "They say," He munched with a loud crunch, "They say if you love someone, like…" He swallowed the sweet pecan and smiled pensively, the scenes of the book he read coming back to him like straight poesy, "like a lot and if you can't acknowledge it, then you end up being toxic… I think we all have the capacity of draining our beloved ones. Like in that Rouelle book,"
The wind blew behind their necks and the smell of pecans ran through their nostrils in another of their innocent veneers at the top of Youki's roof house. Young and agile, both best friends decided to climb their way to the top, flinching in contact with the cold ceramic tiles and ignoring the dirt coating their jeans, they decided to sit in front of the other. Another useless but not less unifying conversation was thrown between them and both were amused by the tranquility they seemed to enjoy every time they shared the same space.
"Nah, it's like all that drama you see on TV, every time it seems trash to me, if you love someone then it's not that big of a deal." The raven's eyebrow hardened downwards as he balked at the whimsical venue. His fingers dug in his paper bag to reach for another nut and after taking one to his own mouth, Ranma smiled disbelieving, "they say, yeah right, you read…" Youki quailed at being discovered "By the way, stop reading that corny pamphlets you read."
"What are you talking about, I don't read those things?" the younger of the two stood in place, seemingly indignant, he balanced perfectly on the light end of the roof they were sharing and the brisk smirk couldn't hide the amusement his chest reverberated with, the soft breeze allowing the burgundy afternoon to be even more picturesque for both to relish, "But still Mr, Saotome, are you implying-" Ranma snorted in response, "Are you seriously implying such a detrimental not to say basic thought was proven to be wrong just because it seemed fallacious to your squared-minded self, even when the aforementioned thought has been of subject for notorious poetic outcomes?"
"Uh-huh."
Without his friend noticing, Ranma stood up.
"Are you-"
Arms taken from behind and making escape seem impossible, Youki flinched in surprise as his friend forced him to physical surrender, Ranma used his forearm and arm to trap Youki's trachea in a ruthless blockading embrace "Shut up loser, when have you've been intellectual, last summer you graded C against my B"
Youki puffed some air from his strangled throat and even after feeling dizzy the smirk never left his face. He shook slightly when Ranma tightened his grip, "We are not that far, are we, now loosen up?" He coughed, "pretty please?"
"Well, say you are a loser."
"What!" Youki breathed and then stuck out his tongue in squelch. Ranma smirked as he stiffened his grip, this time Youki flailed "Why yes, I will! But loosen up!" he coughed again, "Please!"
Still the grasp couldn't be as hard as it seemed, Ranma was forfeited to be the stronger of the two but they were both still children, even if it was Ranma's ego to claim he was stronger. Both their mothers weren't worried by their physical inwards.
"No" Ranma leered in what seemed satisfaction, he freed Youki's back lock but immediately after Youki gasped, Ranma locked his free arm around his friend's waistline and arms once more, Ranma's smile faltered when he saw Ranko approaching from down the distance, he knew he didn't have much time "Say I am stronger, smarter and say you are a loser and I'll let you go." Youki grunted in disapproval, not diminishing his trachea blockage, Ranma persisted. "Now."
"I shall ne-never surrender!"
Ranma laughed and tightened the waist grip, "brave for being so frail."
"Ranma! Let go of Youki, mom says dinner's ready." Both stood still at Ranko's shrilling, demanding voice. She brightened up when Ranma loosened his grip, "Youki you can come with us."
"You say no to mom's dinner and I'll rape you."
Youki jumped at his friend's grating whisper, "I am sure you don't know the meaning of raping Ranma."
"Who cares I know is a bad thing so shut it and you'll pay later for ranting like Shakespeare,"Youki nodded after he gulped, "so we'll eat and if you say something smart in dinner, I'll kill you."
Ranko demanded his brother's name again. "Just leave him already."
"Yeah leave me."
The murmur was drawn as a husky and dark threat "You'll pay" and when Ranma let his friend go, he was not too surprised to see Youki sticking his tongue out to him,
Are you challenging me? Ranma's eyes squinted in warning. Youki's smile only enlarged, Yes.
You'll see.
It wasn't of Ranko's concern, she knew their games had been tough since day one, and she wasn't seriously expecting some soft interaction, the family was well entertained by their constant bickers and even if both children returned to their respective homes with one or two bruises, Ranko and the two families were sure there was no actual hostility between the two friends and that meant the real affection was communicated without even noticing, and this sole concept made their families happy.
"Just be careful and don't fall" She warned.
Both went to their usual unique ways of climbing off the roof, Ranma preferred to go straight for the jump, landing like a cat in his four flawless, strong paws, harmless and untouched as he touched ground, proud of his physical strength, he smirked and followed. Even if his limbs were thin and his body was that of a normal twelve year old child, he was sure; his constant training sessions would soon enough start showing.
Youki preferred to be more cautious and always found a healthy and riskless way to step-by-step, climb off the roof. He always used rocks, tiles, jumbles, the window edges and ornaments as stepping staircases to scramble off, he used everything in reach so he could land safely. Once down, he always thanked god he was safe and always promised to never climb up again.
Promise which always ended up being false.
Ranko waited for both his brother and Youki to reach up to walk on her side, the rapidly hiding sun bathed their leftward as the two best friends picked each other's skin in hopes of making the other shriek. No mattering that just yesterday, both were warned by their respective mothers to stop scarring each other down.
At eleven and twelve, nothing seemed to matter enough, growing up together made them closer than any other children in the essentially lonesome neighborhood. Not that it mattered, with each other they felt they were enjoying an eternal vacation, For now, they couldn't say they still had to go to school. School was over, at least until the upcoming fall. Ranko huffed as she heard her brother laugh. For Ranma was even more notorious, he had a twin and even after it surprised his parents and Ranko, he turned out to be blatantly closer to Youki than he was to her.
After endless fights with her brother, and after one night of departing with Youki, Ranko learned that Youki wasn't as bad as she initially thought he was. He was making her brother company when she first gave him the opportunity. Youki was actually easy-going, he was very kind and he wasn't hard to laugh with.
After more than one occasion of sharing a mild laugh, Ranko understood.
Healthily, Ranko left her jealousy aside and learned to appreciate Youki, especially if she knew how happy his brother was when they were together. With time, she noticed Youki was a solitary child and without Ranma, he would be utterly alone, but Ranko wondered if Youki weren't there, would Ranma be considered a lonely child as well? Or would it be any difference?
When they turned nine she asked Ranma why was he so desperately close to Youki, "Ranma… you have me" but her brother said it was not the same, Ranma only defended the idea as Youki being "just special, but don't tell him".
Following their bicker from the roof to the ground, Ranko lead both to The Saotome's door house and swiftly lead both inside. After welcoming the three of them in, Youki smiled happily to the auburn haired woman with beige apron that approached them, she kneeled to his stature and smiled "Good to see you little Youki!" She turned to her own kids, "You both, I hope you cleaned your rooms before going outside."
"I did, Ranma didn't" chimed in Ranko as she placed her hands on her back, the girlish smile on her face was youthful and fresh, probably she wanted to get her brother in troubles.
"Liar! Youki helped me with that just yesterday."
Nodoka smiled at her child, "Bedrooms have to be cleansed every day honey." She reached out to caress the plump cheek of her boy, "Go clean and I'll call Youki's mommy so he can stay."
Ranma huffed but after realizing the offer was tempting enough, he rushed upstairs without a word.
"I guess he loves you maybe too much little Youki." She said in awe at her son's volunteer.
"I love him too."
Ranma grinned when he was done, thundering loudly, he went downstairs and walked towards his mother, impatiently tugging at her sleeve, Ranma called for "Okay done, Youki is staying"
"Yes he is." Said his mother, positively unabashed by her child's always brash character.
"Oh," Ranma tip-toed and made a secretive gesture with his hands over his mouth, when she summed the hints, she kneeled a bit to hear what her son wanted, "mom, what are we eating?"
She separated and walked towards the kitchen, even after he huffed, she came back and handed him the dishware, "Ask Ranko to help you, put on the dishes and I'll tell you." Ranma's nose scrunched up and he frowned.
"No" after his childish retort, her eyes widened in endearing surprise, "tell Youki to help too."
She smiled at him, "No, he is our guest. Youki honey," She turned to Youki, "You agree in staying right? I will call your mom right now."
Youki nodded with a wide smile.
OOOO
Youki was sitting on a bench when Ranma told him to wait, his dark blue eyes seemed lost in apprehension when the blonde reached out to him, Youki's hand grasped his sleeve, their eyes clashed and interconnected much more than words could have done at that time. Youki felt anxious, he knew his friend was in distress.
The grey skies stormy allegory created a much more winding atmosphere than they firstly envisaged. Youki's fingers fidgeted with each other and he saw his friend grind his teeth on his bottom lip, eerily candid, Ranma's placed his icy hand on top of Youki's and a mere boosting was acknowledged to be unnecessarily useless.
The sable haired youth was called one more time from the inside of his house and both felt Ranma's father could very much make the pines crumble. Ranma's blue eyes darkened in a sentiment Youki understood was a step further than feeling sheer fright. Ranma needed to go inside, or else his dad would hang him by the tongue, quick they needed to get a way to communicate when Ranma freed himself from his father's castigating paws, Youki's eyes lit up "The can phones-"
"I'll be there…"
Youki nodded and without any other spoken word, Ranma left to follow the vicious rumbling that came from the inside his house. Youki placed his hand on top of his own beating heart, he was thankful he learned to read his best friend's eyes long ago, Can phones, get to your room as soon as you can and wait for me. Youki nodded to himself, his own eyes reflecting dread and fear, fear of seeing those bruises on his friend again.
Being happy was out of the question, Nodoka would very occasionally intervene if Genma went too far with their children. Since very young, Youki understood Genma was a very squarer-minded man, not as evil as he sometimes seemed be, especially for the two best friends.
In reality, Genma was purely and solely a strict man who didn't approve of Ranma's procrastinating tendencies, in fact, his dictation verbalized Martial Arts were to be first and that was a cycle and a honorable heritage he refused breaking.
But after years of seeing the crude interaction, at a very young age Youki understood his best friend was on the fine line of being abused and being strictly rectified. And sometimes, when Ranma's head fell on his lap to rest after a brutal and stringent reprimand, the line became blurry and fuzzy enough for him to worry. And for the times he felt Ranma sighing tiredly, he avoided joking, even speaking about it; he just waited in silence, he tended to run his fingers through his hair, waiting for his friend's armor to fortify, because at thirteen, Ranma started to avoid some childish behavior to comply his father's wish.
Even if Youki avoided thinking about it, after a while Ranma was started to change.
And with a heavy heart Youki understood his friend's behavioral changes; after all, he always wondered just how much more was he able to take, before even starting to give up.
And for the sable haired, things were not always aiming for Ranma to mature at all; the problem was that Youki was his father's entire divergent, Youki invited him to adventures, lured him to escapades, funny anecdotes, childish conversations, lack of responsibility, sleepovers and freedom. With time and after his father constant reminder, Ranma started to realize, he could not make them happy, not both; Ranma could not be the honorable man his father envisioned and he could not be Youki's best friend, at least not at the same time.
He doubted he could make both happy. Ranma's head started to divide in between what he wanted and what other's expected, his elections started to debate in two sides and the only flexible person, the only elastic instance he found happened to rely on Youki's warm embrace of genuine empathy. He knew Youki wouldn't discuss him, he knew Youki would understand.
But that meant he would stop speaking to Youki, his always faithful Youki. No, he couldn't do that, even if Youki offered his smile to reassure he indeed, understood. He never spoke to Youki about it, he decided to keep the silence but his intermittent thoughts emerged through him My father doesn't have to know it.
And why would some children keep their adventures and healthy friendship as love affairs secrets? After all the years of their families' growing relationship, after all the laughs, after all the Christmas nights, why did they feel so oppressed, if all they wanted was to share some careless afternoon with the person they chose to love the most?
OOOO
Genma wanted Ranma to prematurely grow up; he wanted his son to represent his heritage at a very young age. For his forfeit to be fulfilled, he needed his son to stop playing and ultimately, to stop hanging around Youki, or anyone who could distract him.
With time, Genma became very vocal about his decision and when Ranma was thirteen, the awkwardness was starting to be a problem. For some reason, his father started to see Youki as a major inconvenience and as a barricade for Ranma's future learning. Soon the newly self-induced loathing for Youki started to be clearer for him to even go to Ranma's house.
Ranma and Youki never stated to be friends in secret, in fact he thought about Youki's flexibility to communicate what his father wanted but after an inner battle with himself he decided not to spill a word, he told his father he dropped his and Youki's friendship but equally frequented Youki in secret. Youki did wonder why Ranma refused to let him in his house but he never closed his own bedroom's door.
To keep things unsuspicious, every so often Ranma convinced his still best friend to visit him and even if Youki's gut advised him to refuse the offer, he always ended up going.
In more than one occasion, Ranma's father stopped Youki dead in his tracks when he was about to do something that was formerly familiar for him to do. Simple things such as opening the fridge for water or turning on the living room's TV if he was waiting Ranma to come downstairs, and when Youki decided he couldn't take any more of those humiliations, he reached out for his best friend, "What's even going on." Because honestly, Genma seemed to suddenly hate him.
And when Ranma's words couldn't hide what his father commanded anymore, Youki felt like a kick in the gut and just as he was sitting on his best friend's bed, he decided that not as suddenly, he didn't feel welcome anymore. He bids his farewells and went downstairs, even if Ranma tried to stop him the only capable of stopping the crying pre-teen was Ranma's always loving mother, Nodoka.
"Oh no Youki that is not right." She cleaned the roaring tears and smiled gently, Genma's rejecting techniques were earnestly and thoroughly contrasted by Ranma's mother who assured Youki, he was a good influence to her child and vice versa, a fine kiss on the cheek and a wishful comment about hoping he could forgive them and come back as soon as tomorrow.
When the short kid left, Nodoka's eyes seemed to flame in distressed anger, she called out her husband and Ranma remembered it was the first time his mother yelled at Genma, "Ranma loves him and he makes him good, why would you even shy him away?"
Ranma at such a tender age, intended to spy behind the handrails of the stairs, he crossed his fingers in hopes his mother would won the altercate, "Also, don't forget our families are friendly towards each other, you cannot just bully their child so he never comes back, not even if you think he is restraining our child to be your inheritor."
Genma breathed to speak but Nodoka finished, "Because honestly Genma, that is just ridiculous!"
OOOO
Next morning, Ranma recalled climbing all the way up to Youki's window and when his friend opened the curtains, he remembered the warmest of smiles awaiting him through the glass. His friend's smile seemed sad and even after he opened the windows for him; Ranma wished he could break through that masquerade he knew his friend was putting up for him.
"Youki… I am so sorry…"
"He thinks I'm bad for you…"
"But you are not…"
"He is your father, he knows what's good for you-"
Ranma's eyes held sincerity and his hand a tiny tulip, "You light me up… without you, I would probably be ever angrier now and I'm changing I know, but you haven't left my side, so I won't leave yours, I promise" Youki cheeks tinted with a beautiful blossoming blush that made Ranma's own stomach twist in foreign butterflies. Youki's thin hand rose to take the offered flower and after contemplating it, he genuinely smiled.
OOOO
Soon and without even repairing about it, their relationship started to bloom into secretive sneaks that felt like the most enthralling and exhilarating adventures they could have wished to be found themselves in. That meant three in the morning calls that started to last more than those of some particular friends' would. Meant sneaks in Youki's bedroom at two a.m. and they meant running hand in hand until they reached the nearby forest. Because even after Nodoka invited Youki more than one time to come over, almost two years passed since Youki last placed a foot inside Ranma's house.
At least that didn't detach Ranma from going to Youki's house in all that time, every day at every hour he could, some days Ranma just went in to talk, to laugh and some others, he would bring a flower with him and would shamelessly endow it to his best friend. Sure, Ranma changed, more than his adolescence should have done. Ranma changed and probably his father's oppression helped him in losing some of his internal youth that characterized him so much. But even after losing what made him Youki's best friend in the first place, he discovered Youki would remain unconditional to his side.
No matter whom he became into, Youki would never leave him, and nor would he.
When Youki turned fourteen, he discovered a secret attic in the upper side of his house and with a lot of help from his agile best friend, Youki was able to make it inside, closing the mat door and having brought flashlights with them, Youki decided that though they were not kids anymore that would be their especial place.
OOOO
Youki had a sharp idea of what a balmy environment meant, around three in the morning, he decided to wake his best friend with a phone call and a very whispery "Come over." Ranma raised an eyebrow and sleepily grunted, "Maybe tomorrow."
Youki insisted with a low voice, his voice remained in a soft undertone and with a side smile, Ranma knew there was probably something strange within him. He decided to stand up and reassure his friend he would be there as soon as possible. Hanging up Ranma decided all that he needed was to wash his teeth and a puffy coat. Once done and ready to stand out, he cursed under his breath. Wondering what his friend could want, especially at that hour.
Ranma climbed his way to Youki's window and before even knocking; Youki appeared to be more than ready for his arrival. Letting his friend in, Youki grasped Ranma's hand in his and without even letting him speak a word, he dragged him all the way to the front of their secret attic. After Ranma pulled the removable door mat down, he climbed all the way up and helped his friend to do the same.
Once the rug door was shut letting the two best friends inside, silence settled comfortably, "Youki you are nuts, what did you even want?" Ranma couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up when a pair of thin arms wrapped around his waist, "First, help me light the candles." Ranma gulped at Youki's breathy tone and nodded absentmindedly. Freeing himself of his friend's strange and sudden hug, Ranma reached for the box of Matches they had stored on the right side of the mug.
Lightening each of the candles both had on stock, Ranma gulped when the lights finally illuminated both of them. Youki smiled and kneeled in front of Ranma's sitting form. Ranma's cheeks heated when his eyes fixated on Youki's.
"What is it? What was the emergency?"
And Youki leered and approached his friend as slowly as he could, "I had this strange idea…" Ranma's resting hands fisted on his own pants as Youki's forehead touched his, "…I just wanted to try it out," And when Ranma parted his lips to speak, his heart jumped and his face sored when a pair of soft fleshy lips enclosed around his.
Lasting a little bit more than a couple of seconds, Youki pulled off with closed eyes and the most heart-warming smile Ranma ever saw. Ranma's face reddened and his eyes widened, his mouth barely formed a decent word "w-what"
"I thought about trying that with you, I heard a girl speaking about how kisses felt."
"b-but…" Ranma blinked again and just when he was about to stutter, he felt a warm hand placing on the side of his shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry, I think… I wanted to try those things with you, I know you can kiss someone who you trust and-"
"b-but are-" Ranma gulped nervously, his hands shook and his lips still tingled where he was kissed for the first time, "are you sure I-I"
"I never thought of anyone else that I could trust in, or… do you want to try it out with someone else?"
Ranma moved his head in negative, his cheeks were flaming red and when his friend's forehead pressed softly against his again, his head swirled, "but I don't know how to do that…"
"We can find out… together right?"
Ranma's head just moved in approval and he breathed again, he could hear his heart rampaging through his ribcage, his voice went out as tiny whisper of uncertainty "But is it okay?"
"It felt okay… didn't it?"
And when Ranma slowly nodded, their lips pressed softly again, Youki's hands shyly placed on Ranma's tense shoulders and when his hands slid between Ranma's black tresses, Youki felt him relax. Ranma's hand hesitantly moved to rest on his friend's clothed hips and after a couple of seconds, he made sure to enclose the space between them.
"Open your mouth, just slightly…" commanded the curious blonde-haired between their still glued lips. When Ranma did as told, Youki felt his own abdomen curl in butterflies when he finally got the chance to deepen it a little bit. Pressing slightly to the side, Youki muffled a sigh at the pleasant sensation; Ranma's own delighted sigh was smothered between their pressing mouths. Youki's tongue urged to slide against his friend's rosy lips but just when his tongue was about to press forwards, he backed off, broke the kiss and sighed.
"I don't know how to do that Ranma." Youki's red intense blush seemed to have colored him all the way down to his shoulders, the youthful mortification was clear and Youki closed his eyes again, Ranma started a small laugh, then his best friend followed, Ranma no longer feeling as tense smiled and proceeded to hug him.
Youki sighed yet again, Ranma smelled of the most unique fragrance, a soothing scent that made him close his eyes in sheer appreciation. His arms moved to wrap around his best friend's waist and when he squished him harder, he felt his best friend's strong arms surround him in a warmer embrace. He didn't know if it was only him who still felt the fireworks exploding through his entire being, or if Ranma shared the same feeling, especially after that kiss.
The situation felt odd as itself. Youki knew he basically woke his friend up in the middle of the night just to take his breath from his lungs. He knew there was something aside from curiosity that led him to push his fears off and dial his friend. The strange warmth he always felt whenever Ranma was around urged him to envision him even closer and when he realized a kiss probably would bring him this satisfaction, there were no barriers that would shield him from trying.
Youki snapped back from his thoughts when a butterfly kiss was softly placed on his cheek. Youki said his name in a whisper of longing and for some odd reason, that voice of his, that breathy feminine voice lead Ranma to press their bodies tighter and something felt inconclusive, unfinished and without thinking, Ranma felt the urge to surface it with renewed strength. When their faces were forced at the same level, he closed his eyes and pressed forwards.
Their lips locked softly yet consistently against the other. Ranma felt his friend gasp hotly against his lips and without stopping, his open lips tenderly fluttered Youki's lips apart. Granting him the access he desired, Ranma grunted when his lips savored the sweet taste Youki's red lips left imprinted inside his mouth.
His face grew hot when Youki's thin fingers ran through his scalp and all the way through his raven tresses. His lips massaged Youki's warm lips and when he heard between their pressing lips a stifled, soft moan; he finally felt the short chains of self-control and shyness grow lose. His tongue slithered softly against Youki's bottom lip to finally meld their tongues in a slow, soft battle of lust. Time stopped and Youki's lips felt deliciously sore when Ranma started nibbling on them. Youki separated to let out a shaky breath and with renewed passion their lips pressed again to start another round of soft, honeyed licks.
Separating after a tight press of Ranma's tongue against his lips, Youki gasped and parted just a bit. Without letting Ranma's pink lips indulge him again, he rested his panting mouth on the corner of Ranma's wet lips, his stomach twisted beautifully at the acquired sensation and when he grew conscious of Ranma's hands around his waist; he permitted himself to sigh dreamily. The tingling sensation became persistent and without stopping it, his mouth captured Ranma's again.
After a languid and humid lick against the other's tongue, Youki separated his mouth yet again, his back was starting to burn with an exhilarating desiring sensation, his pants were getting tighter and he barely understood what that even meant.
"Ran-" Hushed by Ranma's mouth yet again, Youki shivered at the warmth and still unknown spark he was experiencing.
"You started it-" and with Youki's slender fingers still massaging his head and curling on his soft hair, Ranma finally let himself go. Without detaching his needy lips from Youki's, he moved forwards to grab his friend's legs and wrap them around his waist. Making their fronts contact, he grunted and rested his friend on the floor, hovering over Youki; he made sure his mouth was dominating each humid swirl that was given inside their flaming mouths.
Ranma's hands grabbed Youki's wrists and elevated them just on each side of his head and without letting him go, his lips detached from Youki's fleshy lips to move just above his chin, once reaching the side of his neck, he pressed his body forwards, his lips pressed on the side of his supple neck with open-mouthed kisses, Youki's head moved to the side to grant him more space to explore. The strange and delightful sensation obliged his back to slightly arch in response.
The sucks, nibbles and hard licks drove both to a new level of pleasure that both never imagined to be conceivable, their heads felt immersed in a strange haziness that made their limbs weak and shaky. Ranma bit into the soft skin of his friend's neck and when Youki's hands pulled pleasantly at his hair, Ranma couldn't help but let out a shaky groan, his lips moved from his neck to capture the intoxicating lips that seemed to have conquered his mind.
The air became a necessity and both had to pull off to unsteadily breathe against the other's face. Youki's arms were still wrapped around Ranma's neck, their mid-mast eyes met in a candid clash of darkened marvels. "I… I don't know… I-" Ranma gasped more air as his jeans were suddenly perceived as intensively suffocating, the need of release intensified as his whole body grew conscious of how grasped he was between Youki's legs. His hips moved onwards and brusquely brushed his front against Youki's hips. The later groaned lightly, the smile crept upon Ranma's lips as some alleviation was finally achieved.
"Just do what you feel… I, I didn't think twice about kissing you…" Youki mumbled, inside the shaky tone of his voice relied a strong confidence that had Ranma leering in mitigation. Youki thought about the warmth his best friend held between his lips, he thought about the delicious musk he expelled, the softness of his skin, the vulnerability of his blush, the virginity reflecting on his extremely sensitive body.
Youki's hand reached up and still lying on his back, he traced a hand on Ranma's strong clothed chest; the shivers caused by the caress were not ignored and he felt Ranma's skin tremble when his hand swiftly slid under his loosely shirt, the ripened hard muscles were felt along with soft, silky and warm skin. Ranma's supporting arms trembled and his teeth bit on his just-kissed lips when Youki's fingers traced upwards and then over his hardening nipples.
His fingered tweaked and teasingly tugged on the sensitive bud and Ranma faltered, he tried to back off and the intensity of the feeling made his arms give out and move headlong, falling on top of Youki, the raven's face hid on the crook of his neck and the blonde heard him grunt. After grating some air, Ranma's lips moved to the side of Youki's neck and attached in a delightful tandem of suctions and salivating swirls that made Youki gasp.
Youki's hands moved from the hard chest he teased to just above Ranma's hips, the heat made his whole body sore and he wondered what was that, that he desired from Ranma? Were his actions pushed by curiosity, was it by trust? Was it by any other unknown reason? Driven maybe by an undisclosed feeling?
Without any warning, Ranma's bulge pressed tightly against his own clothed erection and after a couple of thrusts, Youki's mind drifted away from logic, his lips parted to moan his best friend's name and when he felt his underwear soaking wet, he decided there were no more strings that could ever hold him still, his hand slid in between his body and Ranma's and gently, he pushed him away, curious by why was his friend stopping, Ranma complied and sat in front of him.
With a persistent blush over his cheeks, Ranma breathed and silently hoped his friend didn't wish to stop whatever they were trying out, "I can't imagine feeling this way with anyone but you… I don't want you to be curious with anyone else but me…"
Ranma's blush intensified at his friend's colored words, his hand trembled in anticipation, and he couldn't understand why he would do this with someone else. For him, the actions they were submerging in were something he never even thought before, not until he saw how beautifully his friend was developing. How red and kissable his lips became, how soft his skin seemed and how perfectly shaped his body appeared to be. Not until he realized he indeed had this thoughts on him, but this thoughts meant to be saved for his friend, and only him.
In reality, Ranma never imagined Youki would ever kiss him, romanticisms were thought to exclude him and he never pursuit them. But the spark became frenzy as soon as his heart pummeled against his rib cage, exactly the same day Youki discovered the place a couple of months ago. Tonight, the first time Youki's lips touched his, a whole new him revived where he never lived and he understood Youki was the only person he wanted to try this feelings with.
Sensations proven to be exquisite, Ranma smiled and reached out to touch his best friend's cheeks, "I want to taste you so badly… I don't even know how, but I also want you to reserve that place for me."
Exclusion.
Possessiveness.
Jealousy.
Territory.
Youki suddenly became his sworn property and without repairing to think about it, the kiss that followed sealed a new promise of faithfulness that none of them were aware of. Promising, fresh and real faithfulness like that of two young lovers that endowed promises only because they loved each other.
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Youki's slender hips were finally appreciated under the warm candle light, Ranma's hands pressed on each of sides of Youki's naked hips, with no more clothing separating their bodies, Ranma's wavering mouth couldn't contain the silence nor the words to speak his astonishment at such naked beautifulness.
The curves were tightly placed on every correct place, the softness of each corporeal bump had Ranma's hand wandering and tracing over the flesh he was rooting for. Youki's sporadic soft mewling was indicative he was touching just in the correct way, just where it felt delicious, where his hands left ardent traces behind. The blonde's lithe figure was lying on his back, naked and beautifully vulnerable in front of Ranma's own naked and untouched form.
Youki sat and he swallowed, Ranma's unnervingly perfect body was somehow intimidating, profusely desirable, manly and undeniably flawless. Youki's legs opened and his hand touched his own lips in a mindless gesture of excitement, his lips bit his own flaming lips when Ranma's rigid manhood languidly dripped the transparent liquid that accused his vulnerable desire-induced state. Ranma was the first body he was willing and anticipated to touch and see. Not that he was offered to touch any other, but he surely never expected a body such as Ranma's to be in his palette.
Youki's hand reached for the steeled erection and when his fingers enclosed around it, Ranma's breathing violently abated its rhythm; his fingers started stroking the appreciably big member up and down until more lubricating wetness came out the tip, Ranma was panting as the pleasure spread through his entire spine, Youki smirked when Ranma's legs spread a little wider and his hand stroked down the base, increasing the slowness as he pulled upwards and his thumb paid extra attention to the tip.
When he saw Ranma's hands fisting, he leisurely stopped and his thumb teasingly pressed solely the head of his friend's steel. "Youki…" but just when he was about to convulse, Youki stopped and smirked.
"Why did you stop?"
Youki smiled in response and proceeded to crawl his way to be completely in front of the man that was inducing such sinuous impulses. Ranma was still sitting when Youki straddled him, the contact of their leaking manhood made both gasp in upbeat flaming need.
Their lips made contact in ambrosia of another maddening mouth-watering pleasure. Youki's arms wrapped around Ranma's neck and swallowed a moan when Ranma's hand intentionally pushed the head of his manhood against Youki's. "Ranma…" Ranma didn't detach his lips from his friend's needy mouth and with some hard-will, he decided to stand up and momentarily desist from the intense rubbing of their most sensitive area.
"Oh god… Ranma…"
Wrapping each leg on each side of his hips and carefully taking his friend's hips to carry him up, Ranma walked to the bend of the loft, pressed Youki's back to the very corner of the little attic and with renewed passion, he let his hips thrust against his best friend's hips. With his legs still wrapped against Ranma, the hypnotic delightful pleasure built up when Youki's hips started swaying in response of Ranma's passionate rocking.
With each lustful thrust against him, Youki's hands ran passionately through Ranma's now loose black hairs, Youki smiled through kisses as he remarked that Ranma remained the most attractive person on this earth and Youki wondered how he was making possible to be that wildly needy and still remain flawless.
Youki started to gasp and tense with each passionate collide of members, the kisses didn't miss as both couldn't contain the abrasiveness of heat both were enduring, Youki lips found the side of Ranma's neck and couldn't finish kissing him when he felt a newly induced pleasure, Ranma's hand went down and grabbed both their members and pleasantly rubbed them harder against the other, slyly moving his hand up and down, stroking and tightening his pressure on both, Ranma couldn't contain the low huffs his mouth freed.
"Ranma…"
Youki's abdomen started to spasm for a new kind of anticipation. The combined drips of wetness coated his most intimate parts in a ludicrous way he never thought possible, their combined eagerness held a profuse winding and different warmth that made his back arch. Ranma continued thrusting against him. The heat, the warmth, the copious amount of liquid soaking their members, the kisses and unexplainable and mortifying pleasure elevated both to what Youki could only guess was much intoxicating than the same ether, with another shaky and pleasured groan; he thought it was probably and most eagerly, their first and shared climax.
"Ranma… I'm about to…"
A final and powerful thrust from Ranma's throbbing manhood against Youki's wet one had him moaning out loud. His hands stilled on Ranma's sweaty back, his back arched violently and his toes curled, he felt Ranma tensing and spasming languidly against him, his hands gripped harder on Youki's hips and his front touched Youki's shoulder. The warm splatter of their combined seeds coated his still contracting abdomen. Youki's head blanked and after feeling each drip from release out of his system, he permitted himself to breathe.
Both breathed, tried to inhale and exhale some air, the humidity of their air was making the task twice as difficult, Ranma carefully unwrapped Youki's legs from his waist and leisurely placed his best friend on the floor, when Youki's arms tightened on his neck, Ranma understood that probably he couldn't stand firm.
"Hold me…"
He didn't have to ask it, Ranma's hands grasped reassuringly Youki's still trembling form. Both decided that probably it wasn't only Youki that needed to rest. "S-Should we go to my room? I don't want you to go…"
"Hell, if I climb off somewhere I will probably fall, why don't we sleep on here…?"
"On our clothes then, but try to open that little window, I don't want us to suffocate on here."
Ranma nodded and let Youki slid down to sit, he moved and silently opened the rather large window, "I bet in no time, we will be freezing in here."
"We have each other, don't we?"
Ranma frowned stubbornly, "Don't be corny."
"I meant our body heat, it is well known naked bodies against the other provide enough heat for no one to freeze, it is on every survival's guidance."
Ranma walked over Youki, "Put on my shirt genius, and don't worry, I will make sure nobody freezes out in here."
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Still incredibly tired, occasionally breathing out loud, Youki smiled as he ran his fingers through Ranma's free locks, he was with his back on the clothed floor, they fixed a tiny cocoon for both to lay on, using their discarded clothes and other blankets they found on the attic's boxes, Ranma was wearing only his underwear and Youki the shirt Ranma came with. The raven haired slept pleasantly over Youki's flimsy figure, a tiny blanket was pulled out of one of the discarded boxes and Youki was glad to find it clean and appreciatively used it to cover Ranma's vulnerable back.
Almost half an hour after impending to sleep, Youki sighed happily and relished on the comforting weight over him, he felt secured and warmly cushioned inside the balminess of Ranma's skin against some of his own skin, his legs were still naked against his and though he was using his underwear, he couldn't help but blush when he realized he could still feel Ranma's entire body pressing his.
The cold blistering breeze came from the outside and Youki shivered, gave the blanket an upper yank and covered Ranma's naked shoulders with it, when Ranma nuzzled on him, Youki smiled languorously, he hugged the body on top of his closer to his heart and when he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would carry for the two of them. Everything seemed so inconclusive and somehow, utterly problematic.
He shook the feeling away and breathed in the intoxicating sweet aroma that Ranma always offered, his eyes closed once more and he hoped he could wake up to repeat this whole day forever.
He just wished, this temperateness he felt lasted forever, he wished he could stay still with Ranma on top of him without a sun to indicate them that they had to separate, he wished he didn't need the answers for his questions, the reason for his feelings and the logic behind his actions.
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AN/ there you go chapter one, there is smut material in my story so there is no way I can fit everything I want to in a single shot, I am slightly afraid of these scenes but I guess, well I hope it doesn't sound too vulgar (actually I've read tons of stories in the Shizaya fandom that contained M content without sounding horribly pointless, they weren't fluff though so bear with me), I want these character my sister and I created to be as real as possible, even in this areas, ALSO very apart from the smut scenes I want you to keep a close eyes at their environment, I'm depicting two lonely children that grew up without strings between the other, normally, sexual experimentation is at bait. I will pay attention to the analytic area of this I promise (there is more plot line than that aspect, I also promise) I hope it wasn't as mindless as I perceived it to be. You know me, I won't finish this fic with some mindless ending, though I promised only fluff at my sister, I still want the concept as far from things such as Love Stage. But I will keep the fluff, so tell me to chill with the depth.
I'm also practicing with these fic as I want a future Angst/Hurt/Comfort LONG story with M material. Not as implicit as I have done, because honestly there are great stories out there with M material. I want to shake off the recurrent thought I have that smut ruins the story depth. THAT'S A LIE! (I hope)
Till later!
Batya!