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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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He knew it had been a dangerous place to attempt making a deal in. Not only had he made a deal with the cruelest deity in the City, but the repercussions weren't exactly going to be pleasant. In fact, he even thought that perhaps, he should have tried waiting for Yoshito.

But at the height of penance, there was no way he was going to turn down what he was offered. He was no coward and in a way, this was what he needed, wanted. As long as he was here and his Lords were dead, there was no possible way his conscience would ever allow himself to forgive himself.

Then he felt the warmth, and his breath finlly came out-- death was strange, he'd felt so strangely calm-- and then it'd hurt. It'd hurt that even a warrior like him couldn't take it and he'd collapsed.

Who's there..?

It took him a bit, but his eyes flickered open, and suddenly, he was hit by what seemed like a strange sense of loss. It caused him to blink as the poisons in his eyes burned, causing him to close them again, his limbs feeling chilly as he raised a hand to the warm one against his cheek, pressing it in a hold until he could focus on who it was.

So death had the power of restoring his vision. He just had to know how. It hadn't occured yet.

".. Kuro..gane..?" the honorific never came, and he blushed slightly, trying to turn his head to where he could feel the other warrior.

He's seen me.. But.. the deed is done.. he found himself thinking, as he tried to sit up.

"When did you get here..?"

Kurogane would never had thought Ranmaru was the masochistic type, but once he heard about this one he wouldn't question it.

He would have sworn for a long few moments that Ranmaru had been dead. He would never tell anyone how terrified he had been for those moments, not even Ranmaru, but they would have been visible on his pale and drawn face if Ranmaru had been capable of seeing it.

He jumped when Ranmaru found his hand, but definitely didn't remove it. A long -held breath passed his lips when Ranmaru's eyelids flickered, and a weak smile managed to hover around his mouth and eyes, just in case Ranmaru was watching. He hadn't even had time to register that the other man was blind.

"Ranmaru."

There was a worried fondness hovering around that name. Dangerious.

"Came when you weren't replying," he murmured, perhaps using the excuse of not being able to hear properly and aiding the sitting-up process with an arm around the shoulders to lean in closer.

He felt it, there was a strange sort of affection and worry in Kurogane's tone that Ranmaru could not deny. It made him feel a bit warmer, knowing that the warrior was worried for him because in all honesty, he knew that there wee very few who could be genuinely concerned for him.

The ones who might have, would no longer do so. And for that, h would never be at ease, as sad as it was.

When he was helped up, Ranmaru opened his darkened eyes that held no light of clear vision, surprised that he could see blurred forms where he hadn't been able to before and found himself feeling slightly drowsy. He ended up leaning against Kurogane, the side of his head against his shoulder and had to move a hand to his chest to balance himself.. remaining stilled there for a while, before turning his head.

"... did he get it..?" he asked softly, and it was glaringly obvious what he was asking about. Did Zack recieve the life I gave him..?

He turned his head, half-opened eyes seeming to look at Kurogane, not focused, but definitely there, as he tried to make out the answer.

"I'm sorry I troubled you.." he added, remembering that Kurogane had helped him up here..

Kurogane would find it hard to believe that Ranmaru thought that no one would be worried for him. There were so many people who Ranmaru had touched in his time in this world, easily proven by the reaction to Marluxia's games by most of the populous. The fact would obviously have to be proven to him.

But for now, Kurogane would settle for cradling the still-weak form against his chest. Ranmaru's hair gave off a flowery scent that he did his best to ignore as he looked down on the unfocused eyes.

"Yes, he did," Kurogane said quietly, trying to keep the anger from rising in reaction to his worry. It wouldn't help matters, that's for sure.

"It wasn't a trouble. You should have told me before," he admonished, closing his eyes as a wave of exhaustion struck him. Worrying did that.

He actually was under more of the impression that those who had helped him had done so out of the kindness of their hearts and he did not doubt it. But that in itself, was so much for them to do-- he wasn't used to it, or people caring for him in general beyond the admiration from his men and the accolade from Lord Nobunaga.

Kurogane, strangely, had the same presence of strength as him, and it made Ranmaru stiffen for a bit, before he moved a hand to Kurogane's chest and tilted his face upward. He wasn't sure how close he was to him, but he could feel the slight breaths of the warrior against his face and he felt himself shiver lightly.

"It was so sudden.. I could not.. did not expect it.." Ranmaru's voice was soft as he turned his face away, feeling a slight blush come onto his cheeks. ".. but I suppose it is alright now.. now I can remain here.. and he can go back home.."

Somehow, the words felt easier to say, and he found himself smiling weakly. "... it's.. strange. To have been able to walk out of that umbyss.."

Kurogane shuddered a little at the thought of it. He had experienced brushes with death before, and could imagine what it would feel like to step all the way into the never-waking, but that didn't mean he would have done what Ranmaru did. It was one thing to walk into death when all else had failed you in life, and another thing entirely to go to it with a bowed head.

Kurogane still wasn't sure that he appreciated Ranmaru's sentiment in this situation, but Ranmaru's life wasn't his to control.

He just grunted in response to the weak murmurs making it up to his ears and readjusted the arm around Ranmaru's shoulders without pushing him away. He was getting a little red around the tips of his ears at the embrace, but who was he to say no to someone honorable enough to give up their life so that someone else could enjoy a happiness forbidden otherwise?

"I don't think he'd be too happy.." Ranmaru continued, his voice softer, shyer perhaps, and a hint of troubled tones within. He kept trying to focus his vision, but from what little he could see, he wasn't seeming to get any better and he released a soft sigh. "I never told him. That I was going to do this.."

He shook his head then, moving a hand up to the side of his head, feeling a strangely weak pumping headache lingering there. He shook his head vigorously all of a sudden, and focused his eyes again by blinking, suddenly realising, he could see a little more..

Strange, his eyes weren't burning anymore either..

"Kurogane-san.." he whispered suddenly, turning his face toward the other and without a moment's warning, moving his hand to the other's face and touching it gently, fingers moving over the side of his face as if trying to realise what he was visualising..

Then his vision darkened again, and he felt the half-smile fade from his own lips, his hand still against his cheek..

"For a moment.. I could.. I could see.." he whisperd, in a soft bittersweet tone as he lowered his head.

"Guess not.."

Kurogane was pretty sure that Zack was enough of an honorable man not to want to recieve such a gift, but he was wise enough not to say it. His first priority of the moment was to get Ranmaru back to health, and then they could find out first-hand what Zack thought of this new development.

He looked at Ranmaru puzzledly as the other shook tapped and shook his head as if he was trying to get water out of it.

"What...?" he started, but the fingers on his face surprised him into silence. He was blushing so hard it was a wonder Ranmaru couldn't feel it through his skin.

"Try again," he said adamently, his rough fingers brushing the skin on the side of Ranmaru's face. "If you're... dead now, then you shouldn't be able to be sick..."

Ranmaru already knew- he knew he'd be angry if someone did such a thing for him, had he been dead. And what was more, the decision was so impulsive, added to the fact that it had been honesty day- that there had been no way to control his actions. He could have, there was no doubt. But he hadn't, and that alone, he could already foresee causing him a lot of problems later on.

Not to mention he'd made a deal with Kaen..

Suddenly, Kurogane's words brought him back, and he turned his face back up towards him, the wave making sure that once again, vision was briefly restored, before vanishing again. He could see-- he knew that much- then why wasn't it clearing up..?

It made no sense. And then, Ranmaru felt strangely ill. He knew he had felt this way before, and it was strangely familiar-- it was realisation, telling him, that after this, he would no longer be among the ranks of the living-- already wasn't-- and he had succeeded.

And so, with a rather shaking hand, moved away from the warmth of Kurogane's face, Ranmaru touched the large hand that seemed to be protecting his face entirely. He turned his face, eyebrows narrowing as he felt the stinging in his eyes subside to an absolutely new kind.. and he let out a shivering sigh.

"Why.. Kurogane..?" he whispered. "You're always looking out for me. I've caused nothing but trouble since I got here, and I.." he held in a breath, tried to, but it still came out choked. "... I have too much pride to ever want to do anything for someone by making sure they want it. I know my intentions were good.. but I keep forgetting." he inhaled, "I keep forgetting others are capable too.." his eyes closing and hi fingers gently clutching the black-clad warrior's, turning his face within them.

"After seeing all that.." his voice grew quieter. ".. how can you still want to look out for.. for.." he could feel the tears rolling down his eyes and he cursed under his breath. Yes, he was emotional, but not emotional enough to cry..

But here it was, a good oppurtunity at most. He pulled his head back in surprise, as tears began to freely flow down his cheeks, and he moved a hand to them..

Little by little, as the pain in his heart grew, he could see his hand in front of him begin to focus.. and then, as he raised his gaze, his tearstreaked face focused on the other warrior, recognition began showing in his eyes.

Blurs.. colors.. shape.. form.

"K-Kurogane.." he whispered in alarm, as he blushed, trying to blink and focus again. "Ah-- I'm not-- don't think I'm cr--" he wasn't -sad- enough to cry and he wouldn't have cried in front of Kurogane-- GREAT. It just had to have come when he was making a passionate little speech. Now what would it look like..?

Oh damn that Marluxia..

And little by little.. that face came into view..

Okay, so Kurogane was pretty sure he had no idea what was going on. That had never stopped him before - he was always running on instinct no matter what the situation.

A teasing grin crossed his face as he figured out what was happening. He grabbed the edge of the sheets and pulled it up far enough to dab off the salty tears around Ranmaru's focusing eyes.

"Don't worry about it," he rumbled, feeling like he had been saying that a lot lately, to a lot of different people. "People make stupid choices all the time. At least yours did some good."

It would kind of cute, really, if it wasn't supposed to be so touching. Too bad Kurogane had always been bad at the romantic stuff.

He closed his eyes when the other man dabbed away his tears, feeling the pressure of his touch and wanting to wince under it. Being as he was, the skin on his face was surprisingly clear for a boy his age, and didn't suffer the weather-beaten look that many warriors his he did back home-- but then, he'd never really been in severe situations enough to well, destroy him in any way (though he could name many where it had been tried.)

He sat still, opening his eyes halfway, and frowning-- or rather pouting slightly when he felt he couldn't cry anymore, and moved a hand to Kurogane's to take the sheets and wiped his face himself. He wasn't a baby.

After some moments of uncomfortable silence, Ranmaru shook his head, trying to focus again. However, this time, a small smile lay on his lips as he watched him, and for the first time in days, weeks.. he finally found the vision return to his gaze. It was still fuzzy, perhaps a little troubled still..

But it was getting better, he knew it.

And so, his hand going onto Kurogane's that had so gently tended to him despite all, Ranmaru sighed softly and bowed his head, raising the hand lightly and holding it in both of his.

It was moment's hesitation, but then he whispered,

"You praise me, Kurogane..." and with those words, he turned the hand and gently moving his face down, he kissed the center of his palm, lingering there.

A sign of deep gratitude.

"Thank you.. for all that you do for this person.." his words were a shaky whisper. He meant them all from his heart and he the drew back, sniffing as he kept his head lowered.

"I owe you much, Kurogane."

Kurogane had seen that weather-beaten look on many an old soldier's face, and could attest to the fact that a scarless warrior was not something to be found easily. Then again, a scar on the face usually didn't happen - if you had reason to have a sharp object near your head, usually you didn't last very long after being hit by it.

He leant back to give Ranmaru some room, acknowleging his indipendance. He hated it when other people mother hen-ed him, so he wasn't about to be hypocritical about it. He couldn't help the satisfied smile, though.

His breath caught when Ranmaru's breath puffed against the palm of his hand, and stared partly in full seriousness when it was turned into a kiss. They weren't words to turn down lightly. Leaving the kissed hand in Ranmaru's grasp, he sat up and used the other to stroke the smooth hair soothingly.

"You don't owe me anything," he said quietly, firmly believing it as well as knowing that Ranmaru would discout it in a moment. "And I won't accept any gifts to 'repay' me. You're happy, I'm happy."

His heavy hand lingered a little on the back of Ranmaru's neck before he caught himself and moved it back to the safety of the bed, blushing just a little. This whole thing was getting just a little too intimate for his tastes - he might have to bail out soon if all this mushy stuff kept going on.

Not being a person used to any sort of intimacy whatsoever, Ranmaru found himself turning crimson when the hand lingered along the back of his neck. He held his breath when Kurogane moved it away, surpised by the strange sort of chill he felt when the other warrior moved his hand away and then the uncomfortable silence followed as Ranmaru glanced to a side, unsteady gaze trying to focus yet more and was about to sigh.

When Kurogane's words hit him.

You're happy, I'm happy..

Wait. What? The confusion came across the boy's face and he turned, his vision still focusing but enough for the other man to be able to tell that he was aware of him, looking at him..

And then.. he found himself blushing, smiling shyly. So that's how it was.. he was saying one thing, behaving otherwise.. perhaps his presence made him nervous, and he began to chuckle, moving a hand under his mouth and laughed lightly.

This was too sweet..

".. that.. is the most affectionate thing I have heard anyone say to me.." he whispered amidst chuckles, raising his gaze and focusing on Kurogane's darker eyes. His own remained calm, and he gently extended a hand totouch the other's cheek, turning his face toward him..

"Are you sure there is nothing you want, Kurogane-san..? Surely.. for you have done so much.." he whispered, surprised at his own boldness. He knew what he mentioned was a bold thing, but at this moment, there was nothing more he could be grateful for, than the company of the man who was sitting before him.

Kurogane's confusion at Ranmaru's giggles rapidly turned into High Embarressment at his words. He hadn't meant for it to mean that much, but as it was true...

He coughed unsubtlely and looked away, trying to find something neutral to look at before he exploded, but Ranmaru's hand drew him inexorably back. There was no escape.

And his eyes wided when he caught Ranmaru's meaning, and his eyes went serious as he thought the proposition over. It was true that sex with Ranmaru had come to his mind before, but sex with anyone changed things, and not always for the better. That was why he liked his sex as agreements: you go in, you come out, and occasionally money changed hands. The emotional tangle of a relationship was too much for him to handle in his day-to-day life.

So yes, he wanted it, but would it be a good decision to make?

"Ranmaru," he said softly, seriously, not entirely sure what to say next, and then realized that everything would be much easier if he just did it.

Kami-sama, he was stupid some times.

The light came back into his eyes and he grinned, returning boldness for boldness as he slid a hand around Ranmaru's waist.

"You know just because I want something doesn't mean that I take it without your permission."

Wait-- Ranmaru's mind began to protest in surprise. He hadn't meant-- holy Bishamonten, had he just given off the wrong message somehow? His eyes widened briefly, before another silent realisation settled in. He didn't mind that he had.

His offer of giving Kurogane anything had sincerely been meant very innocently. Ranmaru was not a person with cravings for the flesh, and although he had understood that it was inevitable (how many curse days had resulted in him behaving in a manner that was extremely unlike him?) he hadn't quite expected..

And then, it didn't matter at all. Whatever happened, whatever was to come.. it just didn't matter. Why couldn't he have this when he wanted it? When he didn't mind it?

When Kurogane-san was here and it mattered most that he was, at all.

His smile turned coy, shy, a mixture of the two.. before he turned his gaze onto his face, the boldness returning. And then.. his hand slid down to touch Kurogane's jawline..

".. and if I say you have that permission..?" he whispered, silver eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

Yes, he was treading into dangerous territory..

But death had been crossed. This was barely anything.

In fact.. this was more welcome.

Unfortunately for Ranmaru, Kurogane had not known the meaning of the word "innocent" in relation to himself for a long time. Kurogane had always been a very forthright man, and he expected everyone else to be just as forthright when it came to their desires.

Ranmaru was quite cute, after all, and beautiful and kind and all the rest. The only thing that had kept Kurogane back from propositioning the other man himself was a deep knowlege of the need for inner self-determination. He respected Ranmaru too much to demand that he give up himself for Kurogane's desires.

Before he could get too confused or gather too many reasons to stop, Kurogane loomed in close before very hesitantly brushing their lips together. There was more than enough time for Ranmaru to pull away if this was a problem.

He did think for a moment that perhaps he should. If he were to pull away, he would be rebuking him, something he truly didn't wish to do- and at the same time, he felt it wasn't necessary. He was an adult, and he knew that men had wants-- he himself had wants. Perhaps not acquired in his lifetime but.. now?

It was confusing, but he decided not to think too deeply on that. After all, who was he to deny what he knew he didn't want to deny?

Kurogane was an interesting man, he had to give him that. He wasn't actively pursuing any relationship or carnal pleasures, but after having been alone for so long and to have this sort of attention come from someone who obviously cared didn't quite seem to be too troublesome for him.

It made him feel warm inside.

His eyes did widen briefly, before losing focus for a bit and he hesitantly touched his lips back in return. He'd often seen his men do this, on their campaigns, maybe a district in Shimabara.. he wasn't unaware, that much was there. He'd just never thought it'd be done to him.

His lips are soft.. he found himself thinking.. and letting his defenses fall, Ranmaru closed his eyes and moved his face, drawing Kurogane closer with the urge of his hand, as if telling him, with the kiss, to take it.

What was done was done.. no changing, no holding back.

He wanted to be comforted and he'd take it as it was given.

All hesitance and pretense at chastity was lost when Ranmaru silently agreed to the change in their relationshp.

Murmuring something even Kurogane didn't hear, he pressed down harder, mouth open and demanding.

He had done this before, with subordinates, but never as anything serious. It had taken some rutine menial labor and a few hits upside the head to remind the kids that they were not going to get any favoritism out of the conveniant relationship they held with their commanding officer, but now things were settled. He got his sex, and then the boys went back to training. That wasn't to say that he preferred men - they were just easier to come by. Tomoyo didn't take well to her maids getting knocked up every other week.

Kurogane could only imagine what Ranmaru would have had to deal with if he had ever been placed under a more lecherious commander than Kurogane himself, but that wasn't his problem. Right now, his problem was firmly placed between his legs.

Ranmaru tasted like fruit and sunshine, unsurprisingly, and Kurogane used the arm around Ranmaru's waist to pull him tighter, closer, so that there was more to taste.

While being aware of the acts of carnal pleasure that went on around him, Ranmaru had kept himself from them. He hadn't ever needed them, hadn't ever desired them, it had been close to nothing for him.

It didn't mean he was an innocent to what was happening now.

When the kiss intensified, the young warrior paused briefly, feeling his heartbeat pick up. It was frightening, yet strangely exhilirating to a certain degree, and he hesitantly parted his lips open, trying to feel more of that hot, bittersweet taste that made up Kurogane, abashed at the fact that he was even daring to do this..

What would my Lords think of me now..? he found himself thinking, even as he was crushed against Kurogane's form and he moved a leg to the side of his body up on the bed- his breaths coming out heated, but instinctively moving closer until he had to break for air..

And found himself in a more.. provocative position than he'd originally started.

He blushed red, looking into Kurogane's eyes with a mixture of shock and wonder, his chest heaving and falling with effort.

".. Kurogane." he could barely be coherent, his vision sharpening with each taken breath, and the heat he felt from the other already. He'd never done this physically.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the warrior glanced away shyly, embarassedly.

".. I.. you're.." he stuttered. Then he paused, inhaled, and whispered, ".. I haven't ever done this before." the request was silent. I'll let you have this, but don't do all the work...

The hesitance in Ranmaru's movements was palpable, but Kurogane couldn't pick up whether it was playing coy or just plain embarressment. Either way, he didn't stop kissing and tasting, sliding his tounge into Ranmaru's mouth teasingly when he was given half a chance.

When they finally broke apart, Kurogane grinned at how disheviled Ranmaru looked even after that little amount of effort. The back of his hand brushed a soft, warm cheek as it moved away.

However, his grin flickered as his eyebrows went way up. Never done this before? Never? The increduility in his gaze would have been easily read.

"Hunh," he grunted finally, the corners of his lips twitching a little. "And you still want to, with me? 'cause I don't want to hurt you..." he trailed off meaningfully, hoping that at least Ranmaru knew the mechanics of it all. He shifted his weight to sit better on the bed and drew Ranmaru into his lap - an action more chaste in intention than one would assume.

His cheeks must have burned a further amount of crimson, because he felt hot. Painfully so. The grin was rather intimidating-- and cute, to a certain degree, and though he seemed hesitant, Ranmaru didn't disallow the movement that allowed him into Kurogane's lap.

From the flushed expression and the heavy breathing, topped with the position he was in, Ranmaru may have appeared to be a child. And in a sense, to what he was doing right now, he rightfully was. But he wasn't unaware of what had to happen. Oh, no. He knew what he had asked for, and was allowing it to progess.

Somewhere, deep inside, he just wanted to be held.

At Kurogane's asked question, Ranmaru felt himself burn even more crimson and quickly looked away, hesitating for a bit, then.. as if gathering himself, he turned a rather coy, determined look onto Kurogane. And in response, a slight smirk appearing on his lips, Ranmaru moved a finger to Kurogane's mouth, pressing against it as he 'accidentally' bumped up his own lower body closest to that hardening member between Kurogane's legs, silver eyes watching him curiosly.

"I never back down from a challenge.. Kurogane." he whispered, eyes flashing with a hint of quiet competition within them. "This body has taken much more than you could possibly harm it.." the last part was mentioned in a gentler whisper, and as if to accent his point, Ranmaru leaned forward and kissed the side of Kurogane's mouth, lingering there.

"I told you to ask and take what you wanted.

I never go back on my word. Don't stop.." he whispered, voice husky. They'd started this, they were going to continue it..

And feel that warmth again.

Well, with all that in mind, all gates were dropped and Kurogane was quite ready to go and fufill any and all of Ranmaru's desires.

The predeliberation that had been present in his actions before now was gone as Kurogane dragged Ranmaru bodily closer and kissed him forcefully. Teasing only lasted so long with him, and the temptation of a challenge was too much.

"Neither do I, and I won't," he growled in response to any and all previous statements before diving back into the embrace.

Groaning against Ranmaru's mouth, he bucked his hips up into the quite comfortable ass sitting atop him, and allowed his hands to roam freely. There would be no way to get the dog back on the chain once Ranmaru let him loose until he got tired enough to lie down on his own.

He was surprised by the force with which Kurogane acted and wondered briefly, if he should remind him to slow down. He was, after all- quite new to this and it was somewhat intimidating but at the same time, he was excited. Excited enough to, perhaps, allow Kurogane the leeway to continue.

He was getting warmer.. with each caress and kiss, Ranmaru's head spun and he let out a startled gasp between a strong kiss, his lips lightly flushed from the force of it, turning a bright red shade and he moved his arms around Kurogane's shoulders to draw their upper bodies up closer.

Pressed against each other the way they were, Ranmaru could feel the warm, lively thunder of Kurogane's heartbeat, and he smiled, a coy look entering his eyes as he broke the kiss he was being given, and extended a hand back into Kurogane's hair, lacing his fingers into the dark spikes in the back of his head and tugging him up close so he could just breathe past his lips.

"Impatient, aren't you.. Kurogane-san~" he purred the words, before he moved his left hand to trail over Kurogane's shoulder, and followed to the collar of his robes, fingering his collarbone and watching him.

"Be gentle." he told him in a tone that said it like a command, but his eyes held the sincerity behind that request. "I want to be able to walk tomorrow."

Okay, so maybe he was teasing too.

Kurogane might have slowed down or even stopped had Ranmaru asked, but without any kind of warning against what he was doing (in fact, a few signals to the opposite), he wasn't anywhere near hitting the breaks any time soon.

Enjoying the way that Ranmaru gasped and pulled him close, Kurogane briefly reminded himself that he wasn't just having sex with someone who liked to act like a virgin.

"Yeah, impatient," he grumbled at being held up, licking his lips as if looking at a particularly juicy piece of meat. Sanity flickered behind his blood-red eyes and he leant in again, this time to place a chaste kiss on Ranmaru's jaw.

"If you want it that way..." he rumbled teasingly back, lips hovering over an ear, his voice having gone lower with the rush of blood downstairs.

That made Ranmaru pause, allowing the lull of Kurogane's voice to run through him, and it sent shivers down his body, into the places he never usually gave a second thought to at most times.

When on duty.

His silver eyes remained calm, though, as he felt the hardness beneath him.. and then, they lit up with mischief as Ranmaru slid his hands to Kurogane's chest.

Not a moment lost, before Kurogane would be able to react, he pushed him down- Ranmaru was not as frail as he looked and that push had some strength to it. Enough to throw the man who's lap he occupied down without batting an eyelid.

Watching, as Kurogane's head hit the area beneath the pillow, Ranmaru smirked at him, getting on all fours over Kurogane's body and looking down at him.

"Too bad." he whispered, in response to Kurogane's last reply about being impatient. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on the other warrior's throat, his tongue tentatively touching the flesh. He'd often had fantasies on occasion, wondering how this skin would feel to a kiss-- he'd seen his men do it, now..

Hm. Maybe watching them hadn't been so bad after all.

Because in the next few moments, Ranmaru's hand had gone to a side, beneath him.. and stroked Kurogane's member through the fabric of his clothing teasingly.

"I'm the most patient being you'll meet."

Kurogane couldn't help but chuckle a little under his breath in pleasure at the surprising, but nevertheless exciting change in positions. He took the oppertunity to rake his eyes up and down Ranmaru's body, taking in all of the lithe muscles contained therin.

For someone who claimed to be a virgin, Ranmaru certainly had a taste for this sort of thing Kurogane thought hazily as he felt the kisses move down his throat, and ended in an exclimation mark as a certain hand found a certain target. Working on reflex, his hips jerked up to press against the welcome weight. He grunted appreciatively and his hands encircled Ranmaru's hips.

"Oh really now?" he asked, only slightly joking. "I'll take that as a challenge."

As was, Kurogane was quite proud of his abilities in bed, and wasn't about to be stinting where Ranmaru was concerned. He just wanted to wait and see what the other man had up his sleeves.

What Kurogane was overlooking was the fact that Ranmaru was a virgin physically, not mentally. In the world he lived in, it would have to be some sort of monk that didn't know what these things were-- though they'd probably know more, then again. He couldn't find a comparison.

But as the soldier's hands came and held his hips, Ranmaru merely tilted his head to a side, watching Kurogane quietly, then let out a soft breathy chuckle, his fingers cupping around the other's member through the fabric, letting go, cupping it again.. a tease, preparation, maybe..?

As he gazed down into the other's face, he found himself smiling. Strangely, it was a warm smile. Had the man made any show of wanting this earlier, he may have turned him away. But at the moment, Ranmaru was perfectly alright if not absolutely willing to do this. It wouldn't change anything, somehow, if they progressed to being lovers, because.. they weren't like that. He trusted Kurogane not to take it to levels that would be uncomfortable emotionally.

He liked that feeling.

He shifted slightly and clutched the belt of Kurogane's robe in a hand, tugging on it before beginning to deftly undo it- and when he'd loosened the robes enough to reveal the other's chest, he smirked to himself, slipping forward and removing his hand from Kurogane's member and onto his stomach, sliding upwards as if he was still blind and wanting to learn the contours of the warrior's body.

He then clasped the other's robes with both hands and in a forceful action, tugged him up a little.. just so when Ranmaru bent, their faces could be close. Then, with a rather playful smirk, he whispered against his lips, "The one on top initiates the challenges. Are you sure you can take me on, Kurogane?" his eyes looked into Kurogane's red ones, and he blushed a little, grinning.

Ranmaru was not submissive. And he was certain, with this action, Kurogane would know he was not dealing with someone who didn't put up a fight when he'd have to.

At the moment Kurogane didn't really care whether Ranmaru was a virgin or a hooker, he just knew that he was being a fucking tease. Every time he tried to get some delicious rubbing action going on, the hand would move away.

"Fuck," he growled in complaint, and would have done more about it if there hadn't been undressing going on. Undressing definitely meant action.

Sex that wasn't sanctioned under the laws of one-offs or in a pure mutally benificial relationship left Kurogane having to deal with clinginess, romanticism, and "happily ever after"s that he really didn't like. Therefore, he had learnt who to take all the way and who not to. He had the feeling that Ranmaru could handle it.

His muscles tensed and shivered under Ranmaru's exploritory hand, but tensed even more when he was jerked halfway up by the front of his robes. It was slightly embarressing how easily the rough action went straight to his groin, and even more embarressing how easily Ranmaru would spot that. On the other hand, it was just really, really sexy.

"Oh don't worry, Ranmaru, I think I can handle it," he purred back, a grin baring sharp canines as well as enthusiasm. But he didn't fight back. Not yet.

He was drawing this out more than necessary, he knew--not undressing himself, but making sure Kurogane was certainly aroued. Even if he wasn't into anything, he made sure that those involved definitely had their pleasures satiated.

Which was what he was doing; he hardly needed this- but now, seeing Kurogane's need and want, there was no way he could avoid it even if he wanted to and he didn't want to avoid it.

So when Kurogane grinned, Ranmaru found himself smirking and he leaned forward to kiss the side of his mouth, adjusting himself so that Kurogane could partly lean against the headboard of the bed, and lay gentle kisses over his jawline, collarbone, trailing downwards, and slipping his robes open just as equally.

He felt bold, yes, and he wasn't stopping himself. The only thing keeping him going being his thoughts, Kurogane-san wants this, I'm making him happy, I want to be held.. he had no second thoughts or complaints.

Soon, Ranmaru ended up positioning himself on all fours between the other's legs, his hands sliding over the larger man's thighs and he smirked up at him as he remained there, loosening the robes enough to finally release and free him from the confines of his clothing. His right hand then went to cup the member again, this time freely, and he glanced up to watch Kurogane's reaction.

"Then try holding back. Let's see if you can do that." no sooner had the words been whispered, that Ranmaru gave the member two more strokes and then moved his mouth close to it, giving it a teasing lick-- then, as he'd often seen, and knew he might have wanted to experience sometime-- he went down on him with his mouth, shamelessly-- uninhibitedly.

Yes, he was new to this-- but not unaware. He wasn't being forced, he wasn't being at all taunted into this.

He wanted it for himself.

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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