'ItCoS 9: An Interlude with Bishounen and Biseinen'
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At a dance club that catered to an eclectic mix of clientele, Youji was dancing in the midst of a mindless, whirling mass of people, his brain shut down as he let his body answer the call of the music and the press of bodies around him.
On a functional level, he knew that Schuldig was near, probably very close, but he could not bring himself from the depths of the rhythm to open his eyes and pinpoint the redhead's exact whereabouts.
People pressed close to him, his body brushed periodically from every side as dancers twirled around him in the same rhythm that he danced. It wasn't until hands settled at his waist that he allowed himself to be partially woken up from his daze, his green eyes opening and focusing on the far wall as a body pressed against his back. At the same time, he registered the slower beat of the music, the sensual tempo of another song.
The hands turned into arms around his waist, drawing him against a lean, hard body. A face pressed into his neck, and he knew from his sense of touch alone who was holding him so close. He turned easily in the loose grip, his arms moving under Schuldig's to go around the redhead's waist. Green eyes blinked at him in surprise, and the blond smirked.
With the fluid grace of practice, he began to lead, his take-over gentle as he took control and pressed his cheek against the German's. He laughed softly, knowing that his breath would tingle along the skin in front of the other's ear, aware all the time of the press of another man's erection against his own. It was alien, but at the same time it was enticing and…nice
His smirk softened into a smile and he closed his eyes, letting music and sensation carry him away once more.
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Ran's evening was planned out: common sense, and a fifteen-year-old boy in love, had told him where he could find what he was seeking, and he wasted no time in seeking 'it' out.
The apartment complex was bigger than the one in which he lived with Aya-chan, but the neighborhood was still rather poor. Lengthy strides took the stairs three at a time, and he cleared the fifteenth floor before the elevator had made it to the fourth. He left the stairwell and let his eyes roam the numbers on the doors until he found the one he was looking for. It opened before he had a chance to knock.
Brad stood indifferently in the doorway, reading a book while he held the door open. He was wearing what looked to be part of his normal attire of a suit, but the jacket was gone and the top three buttons of his dress shirt were undone.
When Ran made no move to enter the apartment, the American looked up. Their eyes met, connected. Ran stepped into the doorway and Brad lowered the book his hand. Their lips met with brutal force, neither touching the other in any other way.
Ran broke the kiss, drawing back and stepping back across the threshold, his face as blank as always, though the effect was ruined by his kiss-bruised lips and the slight hitch to his breathing.
Knowing the other man would follow, he turned sharply on his heel and walked away. If they were going to play games, they'd play on -his- terms. A smirk curved his lips as he pushed through the doors to the stairwell, his legs carrying him up instead of down. The door shut and then opened again almost immediately, the American closing the distance between them and then falling into step beside Ran as the redhead made his way to the roof.
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Omi sighed in disappointment as Ken left the kitchen. He had tried valiantly for the better part of an hour to cheer his friend up, but the older teens preoccupation refused to let Omi hold his attention for more than a minute at a time.
He cleaned up the ice cream bowls, rinsing them before placing them beside the sink to be washed thoroughly the next day. Tired steps took him into his own bedroom, where he shut the door without turning on the light. As soon as the rest of the world was closed out, thin arms wrapped around him and a warm face nuzzled beneath his chin.
Omi chuckled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and sinking into a comfortable embrace. "Just when I need you the most," he whispered into Nagi's hair, his lips brushing the younger boy's forehead.
"I missed you," Nagi whispered back, his hand stroking up Omi's back, his body pressing more solidly against the other's. "I would have come sooner, but I had to take care of Farfie."
"Mm…" Omi said distractedly, grinning broadly as lips traced the column of his next. Then the words caught up to him. "Take care of…?" he prompted, drawing back slightly.
Nagi sighed. His hand slid down Omi's arm and circled his boyfriend's wrist. Then he brought the hand up to his other arm, his fingers guiding Omi's until the other could feel the thin bandage wrapped around his arm. "We were distracted."
Omi's reaction was instantaneous. He pulled away from his boyfriend and turned on the light, his attention quickly returning to the other boy as he grabbed his arm and held it up, scrutinizing the wrap. "What happened?"
Nagi sighed, knowing that the mood for the evening was ruined. He shrugged, feeling self-conscious under the caring concern on Omi's eyes. Schwartz had certainly never been so concerned over a simple wound, and he could remember no one before them who would have cared. "We lured the cops to our end of the alley," he answered simply, knowing that the answer wasn't quite that simple.
"Fools," Omi said, the word a sigh from his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss over the bandage, then smiled up at Nagi. "Don't -ever- do that again."
The words were so similar to what he had said himself earlier, Nagi found himself taken aback. Then he chuckled. His amusement was short-lived as he leaned in to kiss Omi. Against the other's lips, his arm still gripped in a loving grip, he whispered softly, "I love you."
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Their sensual dance turned into a means of foreplay. Youji, still thinking he was in control of their dance, was surprised when Schuldig stopped and pulled away, and he found himself standing near the exit with the redhead grinning down at him.
The German tilted his head towards the door, an invitation to take their party outside. Youji hesitated for only a moment before he grabbed Schuldig's hand and lead the way to the alley behind the club. Once outside, Youji was pushed against the wall by the door, the redhead's body pinning him the bricks of the building.
They kissed, their mouths and tongues meshing hungrily, their hands pushing and pulling at each other in turn, divesting each other of jackets and outer layers of clothing, leaving them each in only a thin shirt.
Schuldig broke away from Youji's mouth and attacked his neck, his teeth nipping gently at soft skin, his hands running down the other man's hips as he suckled the skin where the neck and shoulder met, his lips gliding over Youji's collarbone.
Something seemed to snap inside the blond, and he started to just let it happen, his head falling back as he tried desperately to think and to shut down his brain simultaneously. There was a warning that he was losing control and that things were out of hand, but the warning was overridden by the very strong urgings of his body…and maybe something deeper.
The war within him left him split, and his mind stopped completely, leaving him feeling numb as Schuldig continued to kiss and fondle him, his shirt pushed up by the redhead's eager hands. It took a moment for his non-reaction to sink in before the German stopped.
Breathing heavily, the redhead pulled back and looked at him with dark eyes. As quickly as he had begun, he pushed away, leaving Youji to lean against the wall for support. They stared at each other, Youji's eyes eventually focusing on Schuldig with the closest thing to an apology Schuldig had ever seen.
'Control?' Schuldig asked, his mouth compressed in a thin line as he searched the blond's eyes. It took a moment for a response to come, but Schuldig didn't have time to be concerned with the pause because he was roughly pushed against the door, his shirt fisted tightly in Youji's grip as the blond tried once more to consume him with heated kisses.
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Brad stopped when they reached the roof, but Ran kept walking until he was standing on the edge looking down, his hair blowing in his face. There was nothing to say, so they didn't speak. Separately, and yet together, they stood on the roof and watched the moon rise in the night sky, the stars obliterated by the city lights, but the moon clear and concise.
Under his black coat, Ran fingered the hilt of his katana, his focus on the man standing behind him: the man who he had turned his back on willingly. Quiet, but not silent, footsteps crossed the roof, displacing small pebbles as Brad made his way to stand behind the red-haired young man.
"I want to know why you're doing what you're doing," Ran said finally, his hands dropping to his side, his sword still sheathed.
"You make it sound as if I need a reason," Brad answered mockingly, making no attempt to hide his amusement.
Ran snorted and turned quickly, his eyes boring into the other man's. "You have a reason for everything: why would this be different?"
"I think you need to accept that sometimes there is no reason in anything."
"I think you're up to something," Ran rejoined quickly. "I will not let you hurt my sister."
The American raised an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a smirk. "I had no intention to do anything…to -her-. Are you not concerned about your 'friends' Fujimiya? Why do you not stand here and declare that you'll protect them as well?"
"It is your motives that I'm concerned with, not those of your compatriots."
"Maybe it is their motives you should be concerned with. Why does Mastermind have -patience- to woo your play boy? Why does a boy who's never known love turn to the most innocent among you and offer it so freely? Why does a psychopath decide that playing with a kitty is better than hurting it?"
"Why does a manipulative bastard suddenly decide to court the enemy?" Ran asked calmly. Inside, his mind was quickly turning, trying to answer all of those questions. He had left them, his…his coworkers, in the hands of the enemy so that he could come and play at being the hero again. As always, it had gotten him nothing.
He closed his eyes, shutting the sight of the other man's cruel smirk out of his mind and vision. Cool fingers caressed his cheek and it took all of his control not to flinch at the contact. "Why does a boy become a killer?"
Ran's eyes snapped open, the fire sparkling within their depths quickly. "Do -not- play with me," he ground out, his teeth clenching.
"It is not I who plays," Brad said softly, cupping Ran's cheek and leaning down to kiss him softly, gently.
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Omi, having been thrown off balance by the thought of his boyfriend being injured, was unwilling to let it go.
Instead of making out, like Nagi had first intended and hoped, Omi decided to show his worry in a more emotional, less…active way. Nagi managed to get him to the bed, but the older boy simply laid down, wrapped his arms around the younger, and cuddled him.
They laid like that for a long time, content to just be in each other's company and arms. Though it wasn't what Nagi had wanted when he had arrived, he was not going to complain: any time spent with Omi was worth it, no matter what they did.
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The difference between their earlier kisses and the second round was obvious to Schuldig. Youji's lips softened and his response became more of an action than a reaction as it had been earlier: sometimes, the instincts of a survivor can kill a mood, or enhance it.
Schuldig was enjoying the new turn of events: he hadn't expected Youji to fall into his arms so quickly, despite what he might have said to the contrary. He was enjoying his luck and the feeling of a willing, responsive partner.
Hands slipped into his pants, fingers digging past the hemline to grasp his butt. He chuckled against the blond's lips, amused and aroused by the other's sudden intensity. His humor was ill-received, as Youji pulled back and blinked at him through hazy, lust-filled eyes.
"What's so funny?" asked a suspicious, breathless Youji.
Schuldig laughed again and tenderly cupped Youji's face. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," the German said, his voice a husky whisper. Youji blinked, his mind trying to register and grasp that concept without success. "I have seen you in almost every possible situation, and you have not disappointed me. And now," he stopped and grinned. "Now, I will see you as you cry out my name."
The thought was both enticing and frightening at once. It took Youji only a moment before he had made up his mind: with a sense of his usual daring, he grabbed the redhead's hand and lead him out of the alley. He had a perfectly comfortable bed where they could finish up.
'We'll see about that,' he answered Schuldig mentally. The other man laughed, reading his intent in his actions.
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Ran closed his eyes, his heart beating faster. It was no use; he could have denied his attraction to the other man and he still would have responded: he hadn't bothered to deny it. However, he hadn't planned on admitting how much he reacted to Crawford's nearness, voice, mannerisms, and other such things.
Whether he liked it or not, he had a sinking suspicion that his feelings were going beyond sex, and the thought scared him. He knew Schwartz was planning something, even if he didn't know what it was. Only danger could come from allowing himself to lower his guard in such proximity to the enemy, but at the present moment, the simple touch on his cheek was enough to keep him floating high above the ground, his feet touching air as he let himself follow his emotions.
If he were lucky, his emotions would lead him as they had before, allowing him to stay alive and triumphant. If he weren't so lucky he'd…if it came to that, he would deal with it when it happened.
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Ken waited until Omi had gone to bed, and then he slipped downstairs. He was too tired to go out, but not the right kind of tired to go to bed. As a compromise to his own contradictory feelings, he decided to make sure that the plants were taken care of and that everything was put away where it was supposed to be.
The shadows of the Koneko, created by the illumination of the street lights outside, was calming, and Ken felt his mind begin to slow down and relax for the first time that day. When there was nothing more that he could do without turning on the lights, he walked up to a window and peered out the front through the blind, his fingers splaying the white plastic just enough to give him a vantage point. The street was empty, deserted, and that prompted him to look at his watch. 'Eleven thirty…that's not too late,' he thought to himself.
Then he sighed, letting the blinds fall close as his chin settled on his chest, his arms hanging at his sides. He turned to go back upstairs, taking one step forward before he collided with a warm body. He started to struggle, his initial reaction to get away before he looked up and recognized the person who owned the arms that wrapped about him.
One golden orb stared back down at him and pale lips twisted into a small smile. "Hello, kitty." Ken grunted. His arms had somehow become trapped between their bodies, and he tried to lever their bodies apart using his elbows. The Irishman grinned, then laughed, the sound sending a chill up Ken's spine. With a quickness that Ken had only experienced when fighting the blonde, Farferello lowered them both to the floor, one hand cradling Ken's head and the other holding the brunette close.
"Let me go," Ken said thickly, trying to hide the sudden fear that he felt at their positions. He pushed at the other one ineffectually. "Let me -up-!"
"Poor kitty," Farferello said. He leaned closer, his mouth coming closer and closer to Ken's until only a span of millimeters separated their lips. "I'll take care of you, kitty," the Irishman said warmly. He closed the distance between them, but instead of kissing Ken, he licked at the brunette's jaw, surprising him.
Small, gentle strokes of the albino's tongue left a trail of moisture down Ken's neck, marking a path to the neckline of his shirt. There, warm lips replaced the tongue, and he shuddered pleasurably at the gentleness and semi-sensuality of the gesture.
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*Grin* hehe…that wasn't quite what I had planned…but hey, rewriting this for the third time has left me results that I kind of like, so…
Hm…Ran and Brad are interesting, I think I smell a Schuldig/Youji lemon coming up (if I ever figure out what they're deal is), and I'm really, really sorry for skipping the Omi/Nagi bits, but…actually, I have no excuse other than that they are really boring me (in this fic, not in general). I think I messed something up when I wrote them because I just don't -feel- them. Which is just as well, since this was supposed to be Ken/Farf-centric anyway.
Where is Youji leading his German wooer? What games will Ran and Brad play? Will Omi and Nagi -ever- get exciting? And just how far does Farfie plan on taking that tongue bath?
Find out some of the answers on the next episode of: 'ItCoS 10: Spiral Up'
