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Kurogane and Ranmaru Decidedly Not-Angsting and Not-Fighting [Log = Incomplete]

When; After Ranmaru figures out how to help Zack he gives up his life and transfers it to Zack and then faints on the floor, so Kurogane has to play Knight and come rescue him~ *deep breath*
Rating; Who knows~? Definitely more than PG14.
Characters; Kurogane [

black_ginryuu] and Ranmaru [

elegantorchid]
Summary; See above.
Log;

Arriving in Ranmaru's apartment was not the hard part, nor was carrying him to his bed and finding a cloth to wet in cool water to put on his slightly feverish forehead. It was the waking up part that Kurogane was not looking forward to. By now he had figured out that something was going on that he wasn't privy to, and he didn't like it.

He also didn't like the fact that it seemed like every battle he picked in this city ended up with him loosing. That was not the way it was supposed to work. He was supposed to be strong - the strongest - and all these stupid so-called deities were taking over his fucking life. He was even more on edge than he usually was, and he didn't think he could handle any more bad surprises. He Just. Wanted. To Get. Home.

One large hand ran through his hair and over his face before he used it to touch Ranmaru's cheek. The unhealthy heat was going down, but even after he had asertained that fact, his fingers lingered on the soft skin and his eyes were gentler than usual. Maybe it was just because Ranmaru was such a familiar face, so similar to the people at home. Maybe he liked breaking down people's shells. Maybe he just liked beautiful men.

In any case, he wasn't leaving any time soon.

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Every time Kurogane tried to grab Ranmaru for a deeper kiss, a longer grope or just to get down to business the silky skin slipped out of his grasp. He knew he was being played, but he was more than willing to postpone the pleasure for the sake of seeing how Ranmaru would play it.

He clenched his jaw, but the groan was still heard as he sucked in a breath between his teeth when unfamiliar fingers carressed his heated member. Inside he was uttering a long string of curse words in an attempt not to immobilise Ranmaru right this moment and fuck him into next week. He was heating up, even though his clothes were mostly gone.

For someone who claimed to be a virgin, it was clear that there should be a "mostly" placed in front of that title, because Ranmaru certainly knew how to use his mouth. It might have been beginner's luck, but either way Kurogane was having a hard time keeping his mind on the task at hand - namely, lasting long enough to fuck Ranmaru properly.

Dragging himself up onto his elbows, he watched through lidded eyes to increase the pleasure as he was toyed with, but soon his eyes narrowed and he reached down, sliding his hand over the back of Ranmaru's head in an action that started as a carress and ended as a grasp as he took hold of it and forcibly removed Ranmaru's delicate mouth from it's work.

"Now, now," he growled teasingly before using his feet to press against Ranmaru's hips and push him back against the mattress where Kurogane could straddle him properly. Leering down at him a little creepily, he started on the extensive system of straps, ties and buttons that held Ranmaru's clothing together. It would have been easier had he a knife.

And then he remembered that he did, grabbed it, and immidiately started deftly cutting Ranmaru out of his clothes. He might get yelled at, but it would be worth it. Dramatic effect, even.

Ranmaru was certain of what he was doing, simply because it was something he wouldn't have minded having done to himself. His breaths were careful and he focused on making sure that Kurogane wasn't lost of any attention- he wanted to do this well and he was trying his best to do it as satisfyingly as he could manage.

He felt the hand in his hair, nearly purred at the touch-- then-- he found himself staring up at the other warrior in surprise, expression bemused-- before he felt the world suddenly linger or him and let out a gasp of surprise, throwing his head back, when he was straddled. Well, this wasn't something he was used to at all, usually a shove like that was met with a knee to the gut, so he had to keep himself in check--

However, it was when his clothes began coming off a little too easily that Ranmaru let out a startled cry, his face coloring brilliant crimson. "K-Kurogane--!" he protested, his voice surprised, and ended up trying to reach for his shredded clothes to cover himself back. Why, that-- he made a face up at him, beginning to struggle, as if to get free, but he couldn't help but hide a grin.

"That isn't fair-- I wasn't finished!" he protested, eyes twinkling with a light mischief and warmth.

Grinning back, Kurogane leant down and kissed him softly to erase all protests. His hands could wander freely now, over soft skin and lean muscles.

"I think it's my turn, now," he sighed, appreciating how thier hips met up when he rocked forward just right. It was nice to have someone taking care of things for once, but it was still nicer to be in control. It was also good to see that Ranmaru's mind was on anything but being dead at the moment.

And Kurogane had quite a good idea of what the "anything but" happened to be.

Running his tounge down Ranmaru's neck, he couldn't resist nipping at the formerly unblemished skin while his hand found Ranmaru's erection. His thumb only teased the head for a moment before he got settled down to a rhythm that he was sure would quickly become too much. He was holding his own arousal in check for the moment, but he just wanted to level the playing field.

The kiss didn't quite silent him, but it did make him melt a little inside. Kurogane's touch was warm, and he let out a shuddering gasp as their hips touched. He felt strangely exposed, never having been so bare in front of anyone, especially not in a situation such as this.. and very soon, he found himself sensitive and shuddering to Kurogane's touch and nips.

If this was what would be called 'life beyond death'-- then he really had no reason to complain.

However, it was when Kurogane's hand began to move that Ranmaru found his eyes widening in surprise and he tried sitting up--only to end up leaning against the larger mn's chest, trying to stifle his gasps of surprise.

"K-Kurogane--" he breathed, tilting his head back as he did so and letting out breathy gasp. After some minutes, he could feel the heat racing through his body and he tried to shift, to move his hand to the other's chest and make him stop--

He could barely be coherent in this state, but he managed a soft, breathy whisper.

".. don't.. let me come.. alone.." he whispered, silver eyes turning up to the other's in a silent sort of desperation and need.

Well, shit. Kurogane couldn't say no to a request like that, especially when he was so close to coming himself and the asker was looking so goddamn sexy, all breathless like that. He caught Ranmaru's eyes as he caught his lips, using his free hand to grab his wrist and direct it between their bodies.

He had surprised himself with how much he wanted this. It was the relief knowing that Ranmaru was alright, even if he was dead, and knowing that Ranmaru was satisfied with what he had done.

He could practically hear the blood pounding through his veins as he groaned desperately against Ranmaru's mouth, eager for his touch to set him off - to send them both over.

With his hand being permitted to move in accordance to what he wanted to do, Ranmaru moaned softly as he leaned further against Kurogane, trying to balance himself- and unable to resist beginning to gently rock his hips into the other's hold.

Warm.. it was so warm and for a boy who didn't do this as often, Ranmaru wasn't exactly experienced in holding back. He was alredy flustered, his free hand clutching Kurogane's shoulder and his member throbbing for the attention that was being bestowed on it by Kurogane's more experienced hand.

As his mouth met Kurogane's again, Ranmaru felt his cheeks heat up and he let out a tight gasp of need, moing his face into the side of the other's neck.

"K-Kuroga--gane-- I can't--" hold back, is what he wanted to say, but the words never left him. He attempted though, trying to resist and his own speed picking up with Kurogane's member, his hand moving as fast and tantalizingly as the other's..

So it was in death. It didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it.

"Gh--AH!!!" So-- So close..

Kurogane gasped and bit down instinctively on Ranmaru's shoulder, sure to leave a mark as he thrust hard into the other warrior's hand. He couldn't have stopped, even if he had wanted to. He probably could have held it off with no small effort, but he could tell the slight form beneath him was shuddering as the pre-cum slicked Kurogane's hand.

"Do it," he growled into Ranmaru's ear, grinding blindly and absolutely lost in the cocoon of heat surrounding them. "Ranmaru..."

That was startingly all the motivation he needed, because as Ranmaru's nails dug into Kurogane's shoulder for support, he could feel his body begin to heat up, reaching the pinnacle of that very pleasure he hadn't ever allowed himself. Why was he allowing this at all..?

Or rather, why hadn't he ever allowed this sooner..?

Before he knew what was going on, his gasps began to come out loudly, but urprisingly, his own work on Kurogane's member didn't slow down or lax-- in fact, his concentration only breaking when he felt his entire world go white..

The heat that pulsed forth from his member was accompanied by a mewl of pleasure, of want, and of a whispered name.. "K-Kurogane..~~!!"

And as he came closer, it was clear he was holding himself back, as he shook his head and whispered..

"Together--"

And allowed the white, heated, beautiful haze to take him...

Hot breaths were panted against Ranmaru's neck as Kurogane thrust hard to his finish.

It was so - so good to hear his own name when this intimate with someone else. So often it was an anonymous fuck, but here he was collapsing with a groan on top of their mixed bodily fluids, content and happy and willing to fall asleep right here.

His lips pressed a kiss on the bruise he had made just moments earlier, nuzzling his nose into Ranmaru's neck as he adjusted his pleasurably aching body to keep from crushing the other man.

"Mmmm," he murmured appreciatively through the haze of his post-orgasmic high. "Good?"

He was breathing heavily, his slender form barely able to take so much at once. He wasn't used to it, that much was obvious-- but what had come, well. It was pleasurable, sensual and relieving... if just a bit messy. Inwardly, he told himself how and why this was the reason he didn't usually bother indulging in such activity; it caused quite a mess.

But as of this moment, lying back against the bed and Kurogane's form over him, he couldn't say he had much reason to complain. He brought his clean hand up and over Kurogane's back, pushing him down further over him and smiling with his eyes closed.. uncaring of whether he was crushed or not.

"... so that's it.." he murmured softly, turning and planting a small kiss just under Kurogane's ear and smiling. "... felt nice."

Getting a handjob did, anyway. He hadn't had anyone do that to him, ever. Blushing slightly, Ranmaru stroked over Kurogane's arm gently, trying to bite back down the new wave of tears that was threatning to spill over.

"Thank you.." he whispered, for coming here and even if it was through this, taking his mind off what he had done.

"Thank you very much, Kurogane." this time, he drew his hand over his face, moving it so that he could stare into the waror's red eyes.. then leaned forward and captured his mouth with his own. A kiss of gratitude, but nothing lacking where kissing was concerned.. the kiss being full and deep.. before he gently broke it, his breaths still shaky and lingering there..

"We should clean you.up.." he whispered as an afterthought.

"Understatement," Kurogane grunted and allowed himself to be pulled down, burying his face in what he had thought was the pillow but turned out to be Ranmaru's hair. Smelt nice: like flowers. Nothing like sex for relaxing.

He registered the quiver in Ranmaru's voice and tactfully didn't say anything. Tears were not something he was good at dealing with, no need to provoke them. But then Ranmaru seemed healed with a kiss that left nothing to the imagination and he was reassured.

"You're welcome," he replied softly, smiling with relief even though Ranmaru couldn't see it.

"We should clean you up," he said accusingly, pushing himself up on his hands and knees over Ranmaru with a grunt. His eyes flickered to the mess on a slender abdomen before he stretched upwards to the ceiling, feeling the joints in his shoulders pop and his neck crack audably.

He could guess where the bathroom was, with all these apartments being mostly the same and sauntered inside. He was comfortable with his nudity, as a man who had spent most of his life in front of other men who were equally comfortable in their manhoods. All gayness aside.

"Shower or bath?" he called back into the bedroom as he turned on the hot water tap at the sink and soaked a cloth to whipe his stomach down.

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