Look at Me

Chapter 17

They got back to the guesthouse where Ran was staying, hands roaming
through hair and lips touching passionately as they came through the
door. Yohji was still wearing his stage clothes, the tight top
hardly a barrier as their chests brushed together. The redhead
shrugged out of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor just inside
the main room and heard his lover's hit in the same few seconds.

Yohji wouldn't let him stop there. His hands moved down to the
swordsman's hips, tugging up on the hem of his shirt to pull it loose
from his slacks, and over Ran's head. As they came up the alabaster
flesh, the blond's fingers gently trailed over the lean planes of
muscle, eliciting a gasp from the man at his tender mercies.

Turning around so that his back was to his love, Ran leaned against
the hard body that had been the object of his fantasies for nearly a
year now. Yohji's fingertips ran up, across his nipples and stopped
to tease. Tugging, pulling, lightly twisting… the redhead thought he
was going to go mad from the sensations. "Ugn… Yohji… please."

"That's right, Ran… It's time for me to please you…" The words were
hot in his ear, drawing a slight shiver that ran all the way down the
swordsman's spine.

There was something the crimson haired assassin had to tell his
lover, something that could prove to be embarrassing if the youth
didn't say something. He turned his head to the side, giving Yohji
an opening to attack his other ear with those wonderful
lips. "Yohji… I – I've never…"

"Shhhh," the older man said softly. "I know… and I love you all the
more for letting me be the one to show you…" Yohji's hands dropped
down to the front of Ran's slacks, unbuttoning and unzipping them at
the same time. He busied his mouth at the juncture of neck and
shoulder, distracting his lover from any embarrassment of being
touched so intimately for the first time.

Ran felt the hand move between his flesh and the pants, rubbing over
his still rising arousal and making it harden more quickly. He
offered up a gasp and his head went back, coming to rest on one of
his lover's shoulders. "Ah… Yohji…"

The slacks whispered down the redhead's legs, revealing all of the
beauty that was Ran Fujimiya. The young assassin was too caught up
in what the blond's hands were doing to his sensitive flesh to be
frightened or consumed by shyness. The warm skin on skin contact was
something he found himself quickly becoming addicted to and he wanted
more of it. "Don't stop… touching me, Yohji…"

"As beautiful as you are," the blond said softly, "I don't think I
could." Yohji guided his inexperienced lover to the bed in the
corner and lay him down on it carefully. For several precious
moments, he simply gazed at the beauty. "I've never seen anything as
perfect as you, Ran…" His fingers made lazy circles up each of Ran's
long legs, trailing along the calves, behind the knees, up each inner
thigh, until they reached the focus of the redhead's need.

Those long digits ran up the underside of Ran's cock, giving teasing
brushes, making him shudder a little under the attention. Yohji
knelt down on the bed, between his legs, and came to rest on one
arm. "As long as I've waited for this moment… I'm going to take my
time." He smiled as his warm green eyes met the dazed violet of his
lover's. "I don't want you to hold back… let me know if I'm doing
things right, okay?"

Ran's affirmative was transmuted into a loud gasp as the blond moved
down and let his mouth attach itself to his skin. The suckling
sensation against his inner thigh, so close to his urgent need, shot
little electric arcs of pleasure straight through his body, making
him tremble even more. He felt so hot and yet so cold at the same
time.

Long fingers tangled in the blanket that was spread across the bed,
clenching tight as the mouth switched back and forth several times.
The gentle suction was bring his body to life in ways he never
thought he could experience. The hands on his erection couldn't
compare to the feeling when Ran was drawn into Yohji's mouth and the
tip of his cock was given stringent attention.

"YOHJI!"

The blond smiled around his mouthful of sweet flesh and slowly, inch
by delicious inch, brought more of the length between his lips. One
of his lover's hands shot from the blanket below into his wavy locks,
holding on in an unconscious gesture to keep him in place. Yohji
didn't mind; he'd ceased being tender-headed years ago. He continued
applying pressure to the organ in his mouth, drawing it further into
his moist warmth and letting his tongue flicker along the vein on the
underside.

It didn't take long before his hands had to press into the bony hips
of his love, holding them down so that they weren't pitching against
him. Yohji pulled back along the flesh, feeling it throb with each
of Ran's now fast paced heartbeats. He let one of the clear drops of
desire settle on his tongue and relished the flavor of his lover's
rising passion.

For his part, Ran couldn't even remember his own name at the moment.
He couldn't stop the desire to be buried again in that wonderful
embrace. It was denied him, however, and a slight whimper escaped –
a sound he never would have made in any other situation. Nonsense
broken words passed his lips, nothing that could even be remotely
considered as coherent.

Everything came to a halt and he opened his eyes to see Yohji pulling
the crop top over his head, revealing that lean muscled upper body
that his fingers itched to explore. Still trembling and unsure of
his own body, Ran sat up and reached towards his lover, his
fingertips coming into contact with smooth skin. The redhead scooted
forward on the bed, drawing closer, so that he could use his mouth in
his first, tentative explorations.

Yohji's head went back as warm lips found and attacked one of his
nipples. He dropped his shirt by the bed and let his other arm curl
around his love, holding him as close as their positions would
allow. His free hand moved down and ripped open the button fly of
his leather pants, freeing his own cock of the terrible constricting
pressure before working them off his hips. Ran aided him, using both
his hands to shove the unforgiving leather down his legs until Yohji
could kick them off and away.

Fingers in his hair tilted his head up and then Ran found himself
locked in a passionate kiss. Nothing was held back in that gesture.
Yohji started leaning forward, pressing the redhead back against the
bed again and pinning his body down. Their cocks lined up and rubbed
together, making the younger assassin moan into the kiss and redouble
his need to complete this consummation.

Yohji soon started a thorough exploration of his shaking frame,
beginning with his neck and going ever downward. Special attention
was given to Ran's nipples, bathing swipes of tongue and light bites
that left him a shaking wreck on the bed. Then, the tormenting mouth
moved lower, the blond's tongue dipping into his navel and tracing
the grooves of his abdomen. Finally, Yohji's mouth attacked each
hip, suckling the skin and leaving his mark on both.

All of this was simply a distraction. Long fingers circled carefully
around Ran's entrance, massaging in light circles until the redhead
became accustomed to the contact. Then, slowly and with extreme
caution, Yohji's long finger slipped passed the tight ring, aided
with some kind of lubricant. The younger man arched, his body
reacting violently to the intrusion, as the tip of his lover's digit
brushed against something hidden deep.

The contact made him gasp and cry out, his mouth going dry at the
intensity and his blood singing with increased urgency. Ran's near
violet eyes closed tight as his hands roamed everywhere, trying
desperately to find something to hold onto. His fingers tightened in
the blanket again, going white-knuckled from the strength of his
grip, as he fought to keep himself on the bed. It was almost too
much pleasure, enough to cause him to make sounds he never thought he
could.

Working another finger into his lover, Yohji was amazed at the
responsiveness. Oh, he knew that redheads were a passionate bunch,
but this surpassed everything else. Ran's voice was loud in the
room, bouncing off the walls in unrestrained desire and making the
blond harder than before. He started thrusting his long digits in
and out, simulating what was to come, and forcing his lover's legs to
start shifting uncontrollably.

The sight of Ran "Aya" Fujimiya writhing on the bed like he was now
was so erotic, Yohji thought it would be permanently burned into his
memories.

One more finger drew a little hiss of pain, but Ran bore it well
until it faded in the background. Yohji used his free hand to take
the lubricant and coat himself completely. He wouldn't take any
chances with his virginal lover. When he pulled his fingers free, he
heard the slight whimper of disappointment and smiled as his lean
frame moved up to take position between those delightfully splayed
legs.

Yohji savored the look on Ran's face as he shifted his hips, bringing
himself into position. One of his knees moved up, bracing under the
redhead's thigh and he started pushing against the resistance. After
several heart stopping moments, he passed through and slowly began to
sink himself into rippling heaven. The grip around his girth was so
tight, Yohji thought he was going to pass out.

Under him, Ran moaned lowly and harshly, working himself around to
get his lover to move faster. There was pain, yes, but it was so
overshadowed by the pleasure Yohji had cultivated that he didn't
care. He knew that there was something in there that would make it
feel oh so much better and he tried as hard as he could to get the
blond to hit that spot again…

A subtle twist of his frame and Yohji was there with a bright
explosion of color across his vision. Ran gasped and cried out, his
hands gripping the blond's upper arms as his body arched upwards.
Nothing had ever felt like this… no single event in his life had ever
made him feel so complete as he did now. Tears sprang, unbidden, to
his eyes at the intensity and he tried to blink them away, wanting
only to look at the man who was fully buried; both in his heart and
body.

Then, the blond began to move inside him and everything intensified,
drawing even more pleasure. Ran whimpered and mewled in the wake of
each thrust, his head throwing back against the pillow and tossing
from side to side. He wrapped his legs around Yohji's waist,
trapping him, willing him to keep moving.

Ran's world became nothing more than his own ecstatic cries; the
feeling of heated, sweating skin against skin; the sounds of his own
passion and Yohji's harsh moans… This was all he knew or ever wanted
to know. He tried to keep rhythm with his lover, meet him halfway,
urge Yohji to move faster within him and make his body scream.
Everything was building up so fast…

The tightening sensation in his lower body was the first sign that
the blond was fast approaching his release. He drove in faster,
harder, and deeper; his mind blasted into oblivion by the primal
urges that were taking over. Yohji couldn't have stopped himself if
all of Schwartz decided to drop in for a visit. Locked as he was in
Ran's arms and hearing the outbursts brought on by their union, he
couldn't care less what happened to the world outside.

Then, it was upon him like a tsunami, and Yohji could do nothing but
ride it out. His hand went between them, some neglected portion of
his mind taking over, and he stroked Ran's cock in his fist. The
grip around him tightened impossibly so and completely blanked his
mind of all conscious thoughts except those that were brought on by
an orgasm so intense that he thought his heart stopped.

Beneath him, Ran screamed his name and went rigid, trying to hold
Yohji in place as his body convulsed repeatedly and white ribbons of
his need burst into existence between their sweat-soaked bellies.
Yohji felt each pulse of his own climax and it seemed to take an
eternity for his body to finally empty itself into his lover.

They collapsed in a heaped tangle of arms and legs, Yohji's weight a
comforting presence as his lips found themselves fused to Ran's. He
broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough for the redhead to
whisper three important words.

"I love you…"

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Sharon Kudou sat in her kitchen, mug of coffee in her hands and
smiling softly to herself. Just an hour ago, she'd dropped the
lovers off at the airport for their return trip back to Japan. She'd
also forced a promise out of them to make sure to visit her more
often in the future… and to bring their friends. Her smile held as
she listened absent-mindedly to some song playing on the radio. Her
son was finally happy and she didn't think the world could get any
better.

The phone rang and she reached up to take it down. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Kudou… How good to hear your voice again."

The older woman narrowed her hazel eyes. It was that caller again…
the one who'd contacted her little more than a month ago and had been
saying horrible things about her darling boy. "What do you want?"

There was a chuckle. "Why, Sharon… you don't sound happy. Did you
confront your son about those things I told you? Did he tell you the
truth?" The accented voice was starting to get on her nerves.

Mama Kudou growled into the phone, her protective instincts
rising. "Listen, buster… I don't know who you are, but you'd better
not call me again." She let her voice drop to a dangerous pitch,
much like Yohji did when his anger rose to extreme levels. "It
doesn't matter what my son does for a living – selling flowers or
killing people. He's my fucking son and nothing you say is going to
change that. I believe in my son enough to know that whatever he's
doing… it's the right thing. Nothing an anonymous little fuckwad
like you has to say is going to change that."

Her hand tightened it's grip. "… Now, don't you ever call me again.
And, for your sake, you'd better never decide to pay me a visit –
I've got a shotgun reserved for the likes of you." Sharon was about
to slam down the receiver when something else came to mind.

"Oh, and if you *ever* hurt my boy… I'll see to it that you're never
capable of having kids. Of course, that's if Yohji doesn't take care
of the matter first." There was a thud as the receiver came down
hard on the cradle and Sharon gave a satisfied nod.

Strange caller or not, it was still a good day.

Owari

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