Halloween fic

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by nekojita

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Youji winced when he heard another firework be set off and felt Ran stiffen in his arms as they sat on the floor.

"Damn brats," Ran muttered and glared at the sliding glass doors, through which could be seen the incendiary’s glowing embers as they fell through the sky. "What do kids setting off fireworks have to do with a holiday for the dead?"

"Uhm, it’s not exactly a holiday for the dead, Ran," Yohji tried to explain. "It’s more an excuse for playing tricks and getting a bunch of candy. At least, that’s what my mother told me when I was a kid." He shifted on the floor and leaned back a little more against the couch. "I guess the British are giving the day their own special twist or something."

He almost laughed at the grumpy expression on his lover’s face. If he didn’t know that it was the fact that the noise from the fireworks was bothering their cats and hence making Ran pissed off at the ruckus, he’d find the situation pretty funny. However, he loved the little furballs as well and didn’t like it when Ran was this upset. So he wrapped his arms a bit tighter around his lover’s shoulders and hugged him closer. "It should be over soon," he whispered in Ran’s ear. Or at least he hoped the kids would get bored and go home soon.

Ran grunted and leaned against him, mindful of Tsuki curled up in his lap underneath the blanket. Hoshi was huddled inside, of all things, the left sleeve of Ran’s kimono so neither of them could move very much while the ruckus continued. "I thought they were supposed to set off the damn things for Guy Fawkes Day, not now," Ran muttered as he reached into his kimono’s sleeve to try and soothe Hoshi.

"Maybe they’re practicing for that holiday." Yohji pressed a kiss against his lover’s forehead and tried not to sigh when another roman candle was set off. He wished that the police would arrive soon and deal with the idiots busy playing with fireworks in the park behind their building. While this wasn’t exactly a residential area, enough people lived above the shops and restaurants lining both sides of the street that they preferred for things to be quiet.

To think that he and Ran had specifically made plans to stay home tonight to enjoy some ‘piece and quiet’. Omi and Ken were out with their friends, and even Ayumi was gone for the next several days. She was off with some lord who used to be a customer several decades ago when she’d been quite popular in the geisha world. For a moment Yohji felt jealous and amused that Ayumi had made such an impression on a client – and she hadn’t even slept with the man. Oh, Yohji had his fair share of wealthy clients but he’d never landed anyone as classy as a lord… but he’d come pretty damn close, he thought as he gave Ran’s forehead another kiss. Though technically, Ran had never been one of his clients.

"Let’s hope that the celebrations at Ayumi’s friend’s estate is a bit more sedate than this," he told his lover. "I think that after the last two nights, I’m going to be sick to death of fireworks." He gave poor Tsuki an ear scratch and got a plaintive meow in thanks.

Ran rested his head on Yohji’s shoulder and sighed. "Well, since Ayumi’s there to help him get things ready for the Guy Fawkes Day party, I’m sure it won’t be too bad. The bonfire definitely sounds nice." He closed his eyes for a few seconds. "It’s just a shame that we finally get the place to ourselves and we can’t enjoy it."

"We’ve still a few more days before we head off to join Ayumi," Yohji pointed out. "I highly doubt those assholes out there will-"

He didn’t get a chance to finish that statement as some blithering idiots decided to set off what had to be an entire string of firecrackers, and all they could hear was the very loud sound of multiple explosions for at least thirty seconds. That must have proved too much for the poor cats as they shot out from their hiding places, leaving a pair of wincing humans behind. Yohji swore as he rubbed the inside of his left thigh, where Tsuki’s back claws had dug into the sensitive flesh, and Ran had a long, red scratch on his arm.

When Ran seemed ready to stand up, Yohji pushed him back down onto the warm rug that was heated by the large electric pad beneath it. "Stay put, I think those two just need to find someone nice and dark to hide until the noise stops." Ran grumbled and stared worriedly in the direction that the cats had vanished but did as he was told. "I’m gonna make us some tea, how does that sound?" Yohji felt his heart speed up when his lover’s expression smoothed out into a warm smile.

"That sounds really nice," Ran replied as he settled back on the rug and pulled the blanket farther into his lap. The weather outside was more certainly ideal for bonfires ans snuggling.

"Okay, I’ll be right back." Yohji couldn’t resist one more kiss, this time on Ran’s lips, one long and sweet enough to send him off to the kitchen whistling a cheerful tune. Okay, maybe this wasn’t the way he’d planned to celebrate the holiday, with a pair of scared cats and inconsiderate assholes outside determined to make stuff explode all evening long, but it wasn’t that bad. One year ago, he and Ran had just arrived in London and were still holed up in their hotel room as they tried to make plans for a rather uncertain future. Two years ago, he’d been alone. Fireworks and assholes aside, being in the company of the man he loved, in the home the two of them had made – with the help of some friends – was pretty damn good.

Once in the kitchen, he filled up the electric kettle and tried to decide what to drink. Since sharing a home with Ran and Ayumi, he’d more or less been converted to the charms of a good pot of tea, though he still insisted on having strong coffee in the morning. Right now he didn’t want anything too strong since the purpose of tonight was to relax – well, as much as they could with all the loud noises – so he grabbed the tin of white tea flavored with orange and rose. Once the pot was filled with the tea leaves and hot water, he turned his attention onto something suitable for a snack.

The box on the counter by the fridge proved to be just the thing. Before she had left to go help her ‘friend’ get things ready for his party, Ayumi had done the grocery shopping and had succumbed to the store’s holiday campaign. She’d brought home one of the most garish cakes Yohji had seen in his life, a huge confection of orange, black, white and yellow icing that formed a black cat standing in the middle of a pumpkin patch. He suspected that after years of living in Japan, of rushing to the stores to buy all the special seasonal and holiday treats that she was helpless to break the habit in a new country. And, to be perfectly honest, he much preferred butter-cream frosting to sweet bean paste any day. He was also really looking forward to the Christmas puddings that she’d already begun to make just in the last two weeks. Anything with *that* much alcohol in it had to be good!

Unsure of how to cut into such a monstrosity, he decided to just put the entire cake on a large plate and then set it on a tray, along with some smaller plates, some silverware, mugs and teapot. When everything was ready, he returned to the living room.

He felt another jolt to the heart to see Ran curled up on the floor, his long red hair falling past his shoulders. For a moment, he was reminded of the time back at the Hanabatake, of Ran with his long hair let loose and his beautiful kimono. The hair wasn’t quite as long as it was back then and Ran didn’t wear kimono all the time now, but it was still a happy memory. They’d made quite a few of them in their short time together in Tokyo, even amidst all the worry and heartache.

And now the past had been exorcised enough that Ran didn’t mind that his hair was long once again, that he could put on one of the kimono which he’d kept from that time. He didn’t do it very often, mainly just when he and Yohji had the opportunity to be alone. Knowing that his lover wore the robes just for him made something inside Yohji burn so warm and bright. Tonight was going to be a special night, fireworks or not.

"I hope you’re in the mood for something sweet," he told his lover as he set the tray down on the coffee table. Ran curled his legs beneath him so he could sit up and pour the tea while Yohji settled back onto the floor.

"I guess so, since treats are supposed to be a staple of the holiday." Ran grimaced at the cake’s decoration and swiped a fingertip of icing. "Though I must admit that it’s a rather morbid week. One night they celebrate the dead and then a few days later, the execution of someone who tried to blow up a huge building and the men gathered inside of it." He licked the icing off his finger in such a manner that Yohji had to bite back a groan. The sight of Ran’s tongue leisurely swiping along his finger….

Yohji took a deep breath to try and regain his scattered thoughts. "Yeah, well, we have our own celebration for the dead."

"True, but it’s a much more dignified celebration than trying to send fireworks crashing through someone’s window and then extorting candy from them on top of that," Ran snorted.

Thinking of a few O-Bon celebrations he’d partied through in the past, Yohji decided to keep his mouth shut. There were times when Ran was clearly homesick for Tokyo and his old life. Yohji could understand, considering that Ran had been deeply immersed in the more traditional aspects of Japanese life. As for himself, being half American had left him mostly excluded from the world that Ran had grown up in and made him better prepared for an unexpected life in England.

So, instead of making any more comments, he swiped a bit of icing off the cake and then tapped his fingertip against Ran’s nose. "What can possibly be more dignified than this culinary masterpiece?" he asked.

Ran glared as he wiped off the icing. "Indeed, it’s obviously the peak of Western cuisine and art," he replied in a sarcastic tone of voice. "What’s so bad about black cats again?"

"Beats the hell out of me," Yohji mumbled as he leaned toward his lover. There was a bit of icing that Ran had missed, and he gently licked his tongue along the tip of Ran’s nose. "Hmmm, all joking aside, it’s pretty tasty." He dipped his head a little lower and kissed his lover on the lips. "Almost as good as you."

"Almost?" Ran asked as he arched his left eyebrow. "I think I’m offended." Another firework was set off, its light shimmering in the candle-lit room. Ran’s eyes glowed in the soft light, amused and full of love.

"Let me try that again," Yohji said with a wicked grin as he took more icing from the cake with his left hand while his right one pushed down the blanket and tugged apart the collar of Ran’s kimono. He wiped the icing along his lover’s exposed collarbones and took great delight in licking it off the pale skin, so smooth beneath the grainy icing. Once the icing was all gone, he continued to lick at Ran’s skin, traced his tongue up Ran’s neck so he could nibble at the spot right below his lover’s ear.

Even with the ruckus from the fireworks and the idiots setting them off, he could hear the soft moan his lover uttered. Strong fingers tangled in his hair as he continued to nibble and suck on the spot that always drove Ran wild, his own hands busy with the obi that held the kimono closed. When Ran moaned again, he forced himself to back away a little so he could smile at the dazed look on his boyfriend’s face. "Hmmm, I think the test is still inconclusive. I better try a few more samples." As he spoke, he pulled a couple of pillows down from the couch and onto the floor, then gently urged Ran to lie down.

His lover tugged him down as well. "I refuse to be beaten by a Safeway cake so you better try again," Ran grumbled and then sniffed. "It’s not even from a decent bakery."

Yohji had to laugh at that comment. "Ayan, you are *such* a dessert snob," he teased. "Though I’m rather surprised that Ayumi bought a cake from the store," he added to appease his suddenly frowning lover. Deciding to stop the argument before it started, he leaned down to thoroughly kiss Ran, to savor his lover’s unique taste. A year of living together and he still couldn’t get enough of the man, still felt such an intense wave of passion each time he got to kiss Ran. And now they were all alone….

He broke off the kiss a few minutes later, rendered breathless and a little lightheaded from its intensity. Ran lay quietly beneath him, cheeks flushed and lips reddened, and Yohji couldn’t resist spreading more icing along his lover’s exposed chest. Pushing apart the kimono so the expensive silk wouldn’t get stained from the colored icing, he ran his tongue all over Ran’s chest, over smooth skin on top of toned muscles. Ran shivered and twitched, his breath catching when Yohji teased his tongue around Ran’s hardened nipples. Whenever Yohji licked off all the icing he applied more, slowly working his way lower and lower down his lover’s abdomen. He took great delight in using his tongue to get all of the icing out of Ran’s navel, with the way Ran chocked out his name and trembled as he did a very thorough job.

And as he licked and sucked and nibbled, as he scraped his teeth along sensitive skin until Ran continuously moaned and writhed beneath him, he undid the last of the obi and then the hakama beneath the heavy kimono until he could toss them both aside, along with Ran’s boxers. By then, his jeans felt at least three sizes too small and he was eager to feel all that exposed skin against his but he couldn’t tear his hands away from his lover’s skin, couldn’t stop touching it, stroking it and prompting those utterly delicious moans, gasps and mewls.

The brats could be setting off bombs outside and it didn’t matter, not now. Ran was naked and willing, damn near *begging* beneath him and there was still lots of icing left. He scooped up some more as he nudged his lover’s thighs apart, a very smug grin on his face at how flushed and wanton Ran looked just then, his long hair clinging to his sweat-dampened skin, his skin marked by lovebites all down his chest. Yohji couldn’t help but lick his lips at the thought of what was to come next.

"Yotan," Ran said, his voice quiet and thick with lust. "Any… decision yet…?" he asked, and Yohji drank in the way he sounded so dazed, so addled by passion and pleasure. And the night was just beginning…..

"I think I need one more taste comparison," he told his lover with a wink and a wicked grin. As he spoke, he reached for Ran’s erect cock, the flesh warm and slick against his palm. There was another deep moan from Ran as he spread the icing all over it, even along Ran’s balls.

He paused long enough to undo the button and zipper of his jeans before he eagerly devoured the treat before him. There was the sweetness of the icing and the saltiness of Ran mixed together. He couldn’t resist running his tongue all over Ran’s cock, to both spread and lick up the sugary icing as Ran stuttered out his name and clutched at his hair once more. Pulling his mouth away from the delectable treat for a few seconds, he sucked on the fingers of his right hand briefly to dampen them and then returned to the task before him with renewed vigor. Ran’s cock was a mix of colors from the food dyes, orange and black over red and Yohji almost laughed at the sight. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ayumi had any idea what they’d do with her holiday treat and was once again very thankful that it wasn’t sweet bean paste. Though he’d still go down on Ran even if it were. There was just something so… ‘heady’ he thought with a smirk about having Ran spread before him like this, so willing and eager.

He gave in to the insistent tugs on his hair and wrapped his mouth around his lover’s cock while his fingers skimmed along Ran’s ass. As he sucked along the hard length, took it deep down his throat he gently pushed his fingers against his lover’s opening, which prompted a shuddering cry from Ran. His lover’s legs were quickly splayed farther apart and Ran tilted his hips forward as he pleaded in almost incoherent Japanese, Yohji’s name repeated over and over.

Yohji sucked a little longer and then resumed licking all along Ran’s cock and balls as his fingers sunk inside his lover. His own cock was rock hard and aching, so eager to be where his fingers were, to feel that hot tightness clench around it until he was too blissed-out to remember his own name. His hips rocked against the soft blanket beneath him as he sucked one of Ran’s balls into his mouth and he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, especially when Ran gasped loudly and renewed his pleading.

"Yotan… please… oh… oh! Want… want you… bastard… Yohji…." Ran tossed his head from side to side and his upper body jerked up from the floor when Yohji’s fingers pressed deep inside of him. His entire body trembled in pleasure, his eyes tightly closed and fingers clenched tightly around Yohji’s hair.

Finding himself to be so damn eager for what was to come, Yohji once more took Ran’s cock into his mouth and sucked hard as his fingers pressed right against that special spot. He kept doing that until Ran shuddered, cried out his name louder than even the fireworks and came in his mouth. Pulling back slightly, Yohji swallowed almost all his lover had to offer, the taste of too-sweet icing obliterated by Ran’s essence. He released Ran’s softening cock from his mouth and spit what remained into his right hand while Ran lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed and chest heaving.

"Hmm, I think we have a winner," Yohji teased as he shifted forward until he lay on top of his lover. "Wanna taste?" he asked as he tenderly grasped Ran’s chin and tilted his lover’s face toward him. Ran’s eyes fluttered open when the kiss began, his movements languid. His tongue swiped inside of Yohji’s mouth as his legs parted once more and then hooked along the back of Yohji’s.

"So… who won?" Ran asked, his voice adorably breathless. He shifted his hands from Yohji’s hair and stroked them down Yohji’s back, nails scratching lightly.

Yohji shivered at the sensation and ground his hips against his lover before he let his right hand creep between their bodies. "It was a tough decision, but I think you’re just the tiniest bit more delicious. Must be your sweet nature or something," he teased as he nibbled on Ran’s chin.

His lover grunted at the remark and dug his nails into Yohji’s ass, which made him groan in delight. "Idiot. So what do I get for winning?"

Yohji graced Ran with an utterly debauched smile, which prompted two arched eyebrows from his lover. "Oh, I think you’ll really like this prize." After stroking them along his rock hard cock a few times, he rubbed his slickened fingers once more against Ran’s opening and slowly pushed them inside. "You get me."

Of course, it appeared as if his lover wasn’t going to be as appreciative as he should be over that wonderful prize but he forestalled any complaints with a skilled curling of his fingers. Ran’s retort faded into a low moan and he let his head loll against the floor as Yohji stroked his prostate gland, his skin once more becoming flushed and his nails digging more insistently into Yohji’s ass.

"Yeah, I thought you’d like that," Yohji teased. It took a lot of effort to calmly say the words – he so desperately wanted to be inside Ran’s luscious body, wanted all that pleasure and heat wrapped around his cock so he could finally come. He felt so hard that the slightest brush of his cock against Ran’s thighs or the blanket made him suck in his breath and he had to slowly count to twenty to control himself as he made certain that Ran was ready.

All it took once those numbers were reached was for Ran’s fingers to dig into his ass and moan out his name and he couldn’t hold back any longer. At least he had the sense of mind to slowly enter his lover, to savor the feel of Ran’s body clenching around him and drawing him in.

"We’re on the floor, Yotan," Ran muttered several seconds later even as his arms wrapped around Yohji’s shoulders and pulled him closer. "Hurry up."

"You’re the one on the floor, Ayan," he mumbled back but, after a couple of slow, careful thrusts, he gave in to the pleasure and his lover’s demand. This felt so good - *Ran* felt so good, so hot and tight around him and he’d waited so long, waited too long, really, but it had been so fun to torment his lover and now it was his turn. He pushed Ran’s left leg up onto his shoulder and then shoved a pillow beneath Ran’s hips, which made Ran call out his name when he suddenly thrust deep into that wonderful tightness.

The pleasure kept building with each thrust, with each heartbeat and Yohji couldn’t tell if the bright sparks of colors were from the fireworks or the ecstasy that steadily grew stronger. Blood rushed through his head, roared through his ears as his body drove him on until he couldn’t hear Ran’s voice any more. It didn’t matter that his knees hurt from kneeling on the floor or that his lover’s nails had scratched down his back, all that just made the pleasure even more intense. He tried to hold it back a little longer, to drag Ran along with him but it felt much too good and the next thing he knew, he was gasping in air, his body tightening in that nerve-tingling way and the pleasure bled into pure bliss.

He cried out Ran’s name as he came, body hunched over his lover’s as the orgasm tore through him and left him shaking. Slowly falling forward, he barely managed to brace himself on his elbows, his face right above Ran’s, his body reluctant to lose that last bit of contact with his lover. He could only try to remember how to breathe normally while Ran stroked himself to completion, his eyes focused on Ran’s beautiful face as he came.

A bit more in control of himself by then, he bridged the distance between them as Ran gasped and trembled to place a tender kiss against his lover’s parted lips. Then the room was awash with light as a huge barrage of fireworks went off, the sound drowning out their uneven breaths. Yohji slowly, reluctantly withdrew from Ran’s body and stretched out beside him, then reached for Ran’s hand to lick it clean.

"Yep, you definitely win. The idiots outside even decided to celebrate your victory," he informed his dazed lover as the fireworks gradually died down.

Ran grunted in reply and reached out to grab a napkin from the tray to finish cleaning himself. His hand brushed against the cake and got smeared with some icing, which he paused to lick off. "It is incredibly sweet," he pointed out.

"Probably almost all sugar with a bit of cancer causing food dye," Yohji joked. "I don’t know what’s worse for me, you or it. I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack right now." He gasped a few times for effect.

Ran, of course, had no sympathy for him. "Then give up the cigarettes," he said as he poked Yohji in the ribs. "They’re clearly killing off your taste buds."

Yohji grabbed ahold of Ran’s right arm and pulled his lover down beside him. "There’s still some icing left, you know. Maybe I need to do a few more tests to make sure I made the right choice." He leaned forward to kiss Ran and smiled at the taste of icing that clung to his lover’s lips.

The smile Ran give him in return took his breath away. "I don’t know, I think it’s my turn to decide who or what tastes better." He got some icing and then rubbed it along Yohji’s lips. "Orange looks good on you," he whispered as he leaned in for another kiss.

It was a few minutes before Yohji could comment on that, not that he minded in the least. "Yeah, well trust me, it looks horrid on you. I tried to only get black and yellow icing on you so it didn’t clash so much." He reached up to tug on Ran’s hair and felt a thrill to be able to twist the strands around his fingers several times. Maybe by next Halloween, it would be down to Ran’s ass once again, a silky curtain for him to play with and feel fall around his skin during sex…..

"Damn, and there was this orange jumper I wanted to buy," Ran teased back inbetween the kisses he trailed down Yohji’s neck.

"Ran, I’m terribly sorry but I *must* insist. No orange jumpers - *ever*." Yohji tried to fix his lover with a severe look but it was kind of difficult to do while Ran licked at his left nipple. "Someone might mistake you for a pumpkin or something."

"Ha, ha, Yotan." Ran straddled Yohji’s stomach and tilted his head to the side. "I think the fireworks have stopped."

Yohji listened as well and had to agree that it had finally gotten nice and quiet. "Maybe they finally ran out." He smiled and reached for Ran’s long hair to run his fingers through the red strands. "I guess we might have a bit of peace and quiet after all."

"Wouldn’t that be nice." A wicked gleam entered Ran’s eyes. "I guess we better take advantage of the situation, then."

It was a little difficult to reach up onto the coffee table while lying flat on his back with his lover on his stomach but Yohji managed to get a fair bit of icing from the cake and smeared it along his chest. "Good. Now you can fully devote your attention to the matter at hand. I highly doubt you’ll need as many taste tests as I did to figure out I taste better, but you should be *very* thorough just in case." He smiled in anticipation and was very grateful that the noise had ended. Ran laughed more often now than he had in the past but it was still something special to hear.

"You know, for a true, scientific test we should go out and buy more cakes. There’s a chance that this one is just a fluke and would negatively impact our findings," Ran pointed out with a grin.

"You have a very good point there, Ayan. And I’ve an even better one – we should have the place to ourselves tomorrow night as well." He smiled back and rocked his hips forward. "Happy Halloween, love."

"Hmm, shouldn’t that be ‘trick or treat’?" Ran asked, his lips curved in amusement and his eyes once more bright with love and passion.

"And I’m the treat," Yohji purred in anticipation as he tugged on his lover’s hair to pull him down for another kiss. "So get busy."

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