The sky was a clear velvet black sprinkled with stars that were drowned out by city lights. The air was bitter cold. Ran Fujimya's breath plumed around his head then vanished into the night. The throngs of people around him pushing and pulling him in this direction or that put him into a far grumpier mood than usual. He was on the verge of mayhem when a hand slipped into his lacing their fingers.
Ran knew that hand. It was a hand he had held countless times away from the prying eyes of strangers. It was a hand that had lovingly explored every inch of him. It was a hand his lips had traced with reverence and love. It was a hand that had been offered in friendship and in violence (often in the same week.) It was a hand, much like his own, that was bathed in blood. It was a hand that's fingers hand laced with his while their bodies made love slow and sweet. Yes he knew that hand and he loved it.
A small smile flirted at the corners of Ran's lips as he continued to walk down the street and the mob of shoppers ready for the Holiday season. He was considerably clam now that the hand held his. He gave the hand in his a small squeeze not daring to look at the owner of the hand. The hand in his returned the squeeze then opened willing to let him go if he asked. He could not lose that hand that held his so nicely. He couldn't deal with the crowds and the people with out that hand holding his. He clamped down then relaxed as the fingers of the hand once again curled around his.
"This is unusual for you." said a voice. The voice belonged to the same owner as the hand. It was a soft voice beautiful and kind. Ran had heard that voice raised in anger. He hard heard that voice sparkle with laughter. He had heard that voice whisper the sweetest things into his ear. He had heard that voice moan with pleasure. He had heard that voice crack with sadness. He loved that voice. It calmed his very soul.
"What?" Ran growled lowly not willing to show his weakness to that voice and that hand. A soft chuckle met his ear.
"You aren't usually willing to hold my hand in public. You aren't one for PDAs Ran." The voice said the loving amusement evident.
Ran let out a heavy breath watching it bellow out before him then vanish in the mist with the breaths of a thousand others. "My hand was cold." He said in a lame explanation.
Ran took a peek out of the corner of his eye as he watched lips curl in a small pleased smile. He knew those lips just like he knew the hand and the voice. He had kissed those sweet lips more times that he could count. Those lips had kissed him just as often. Those lips had teased and pleased him in equal parts. Those lips had formed soundless words that only his heart could hear. Those lips smirked, smiled and frowned. He loved those lips.
Ran could no longer hold back so he turned his head slightly so he could look into beautiful eyes. He knew those eyes. They shown with laughter and sadness in equal parts. He had lost him self in those eyes any number of times. He had seen those eyes closed in the sweet folds of sleep. He had seen those eyes shining with tears the owner refused to let fall. He had seen those eyes crinkled with a smile or narrowed in a glare. Yet no matter what those eyes did they always showed him the soul of the beautiful man he loved.
Ran watched as his loved cocked his head curious. It was then he realized he had stopped and he was standing in a crowd of people holding the hand of another man. A few people stopped to stare but most pushed past and carried on their way. Ran looked over his lover carefully taking stock of all the parts that made the whole of the one he loved. He then made a decision. He lower his lips to the lips he loved. He watched as haunting eyes fell shut. The hand in his tightened it's hold. The voice let out a small pleased moan. He pulled away from the kiss with a small smile. "I love you, Ken." He whispered.
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