[Weiß Kreuz] Burning Need Title: Burning Need Authors:trio and petermaxwell Characters: Fujimiya Ran and Tsukiyono Omi Fandom: Weiß Kreuz Theme Set: LW2 Theme(s): Carpet Burn Warnings and Notes: Graphic male/male sex, moderately violent sex
Ran was slowly going insane. He was focused on the flowers, and doing his best to remain as cool and calm as the misting spray he was treating each rubber plant's leaf with, but the other working in the shop wasn't exactly making that a reasonable task. Even as he fumed about it, he felt teasing fingers slide over his rear, just light enough to have possibly been an accident as Omi passed a little too close, carrying a pot, and he growled softly.
Facing away from the redhead, Omi let a smirk cross his face, the pot nestled comfortably in his arms. Once he arrived at his destination, he let his feet spread wide and he leaned over to set the pot ont he floor right where it needed to be. Of course, this involved Omi having his back fully to Ran as he demonstrated just HOW short those shorts of his were.
He'd been at this all day, and was fully enjoying every minute of it. Omi was an innate tease, and could drive someone to distraction without trying. Now, however, he WAS trying, and the results were making him giddy.
Ran glanced over and winced as he was reminded that his jeans were just a touch too tight really. It didn't help that every time Omi bent over like that, he thought of nights in his room, hands on Omi's hips as they slowly built up to a fever pitch.
As if thinking the exact same thought, Omi chose that particular moment to glance over his shoulder at Ran, his hands resting on his knees as he stayed there for a moment. A quick look around told him that they were alone in the shop, none of the 'fangirls' arriving just yet. Smirking impishly, Omi let his tongue flick out against his upper lip, wetting it before he blew a kiss to Ran, then moved off to disappear into the back room for another pot.
Ran's eyes narrowed, and he growled softly, turning back to the rubber plants. Tonight. He could definitely wait until that night. He did know, after all, that the nickname the others had bestowed upon him, used only behind his back, was 'Ice King'. If anyone could withstand Omi's teasing, surely he could.
"Ran?" Omi called out, stepping from the back room... shirtless. What was left of the garment was in his hand, dangling there in almost two pieces. "I got caught on the hooks in the closet when I was coming out... I'm going to go put something else on." The smirk returned for just a moment before he started off up the stairs.
Ran's eyes narrowed, and he stalked forward, eyes burning. "Caught?" he asked softly.
"Caught," Omi replied, darting up the stairs and pausing at the top just long enough to grin at Ran. "Now, now," he said, shaking a finger. "Can't leave the store unattended."
Ran stared a moment longer, then turned, stalking back into the store.
Snickering to himself, Omi turned and headed for Ran's room, slipping inside and not bothering to close the door. After all, he just had to find a new shirt. He was impressed with how easily this one had ripped when he tugged on it.
He wasn't in there long - Ran must've taken the stairs two at a time - when the door slammed open, hitting the far wall and bouncing back to close behind him. "Shop's closed," he informed Omi, stalking forward with a predatory gaze.
Omi nearly peeled himself off the ceiling, staring towards the door with a look akin to a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. This wasn't supposed to be happening! "B-but..." he stammered, backstepping quickly and clutching the remnants of his shirt to himself. "The shop! It can't close!" He couldn't quite help but notice his voice squeaking as he tried to dig himself out of this hole.
"Oh?" Ran asked, his voice a low growl. "Why not?"
"B-because..." Omi nearly tripped over the corner of the bed, still retreating backwards as Ran advanced on him. "Because it can't?" It wasn't that Omi didn't WANT what seemed to be imminently heading in his direction... it was that HE was supposed to be the one in control here, and suddenly he felt that upper hand waving goodbye as it vanished out the window.
"You planned this," Ran informed him, eyes narrowing as his hand reached out to catch Omi's wrist. "And we both know it."
"Of COURSE I planned this!" Omi shot back, the words coming out a bit more forcefully than he'd intended as he scrambled back, only to wind up stopped dead by the grasp on his wrist. He let out a yelp then as his foot slid on a corner of the blanket that had fallen to the floor, and he wound up crashing to the floor.
Ran fell with him, his other arm shooting out to keep him from crashing into Omi. Instead, he pinned him there, shifting until their hips were aligned. "Then why are you protesting now?" he demanded.
Whimpering softly, Omi felt himself responding even though he was still arguing. "Because we still had half a shift left and I wasn't done yet!"
"...Done?" Ran frowned, hips rubbing despite himself, enjoying the friction between them.
Grumbling half-heartedly, Omi scowled up at him. "The next shirt was going to be one of Yoji's...."
"Not interested in anything of Yoji's," Ran countered, heart pounding. "I want you."
"Well, you've got me half naked and on my back already," Omi shot back, the smirk returning as he suddenly brought his hips up to grind against Ran's. "How much more invitation do you need, Fujimiya?"
"Just need to make sure that I'm not forcing you," Ran returned, head ducking to nip at Omi's throat.
A soft whine left the boy's throat as he arched up, his head falling back against the carpet. "F-fuck, Ran..." he murmured, trying to keep his voice steady. "After all that, you'd think you were forcing me? Do I need to be MORE blatant when I'm being a tease?"
Ran slipped a hand between them to open those too-short shorts. "Then quit complaining when I call you on it," he returned.
"The only complaining that I'm going to do in a minute is that you're moving too damned slow!" Omi squirmed out of his shorts, trying to kick them off and only winding up with them wrapped around one ankle instead. Still, it was free enough for him and he wound himself around Ran, pulling him into a heated kiss.
Ran pushed back, tugging himself back until his lips were only teasing at Omi's. "You complain too much," he whispered, against his lover's mouth.
His only response was a growl as Omi tightened his hold and clung, lifting himself up off the ground by sticking to Ran like a burr. Since the lips were apparently off limits, Omi latched onto the man's exposed throat instead, suckling at one spot until he felt it swell slightly beneath his attentions.
"Fuck," Ran hissed, the word soft but intense as he fumbled at his own jeans.
He almost didn't let go... Omi didn't WANT to let go, he wanted to leave a necklace that Ran would have a hell of a time explaining. However, the part of his mind that was still thinking relatively clearly pointed out (rather quickly) that in order to GET anywhere, those pants had to come off. With a soft thud, Omi let go of Ran, dropping to the carpet once more.
Grateful for the reprieve, Ran knelt up, fingers working gracelessly at the clasp until the jeans were open. He shoved them down, taking the underwear with them and making it only to his knees before he moved to pin Omi again, needing the skin-to-skin contact.
"Mine," Omi growled, winding around him once more and nuzzling at his jawline. "Want you..."
"You have me," Ran assured him, moving to nibble at the earlobe he knew was one of Omi's more sensitive spots.
An almost keening cry pierced through the otherwise silent room, Omi's fingers tightening against Ran's shoulders until the shortened nails caught and dug in. The nip went straight to his groin, Omi's hips jerking upward to press tightly to Ran's.
Ran's hands roamed over the smooth skin, enjoying that Omi seemed easily as needy as he did. "Got yourself worked up, too, didn't you?" he whispered softly.
"Do I need to get you worked up more?" he asked, purring softly. Omi lay back, bringing his arms up over his head and got an expression on his fact that could only be considered wanton. "That can be arranged."
"What do you want?" Ran asked, nibbling down Omi's throat.
"To feel the results of this little tryst for the next few days." Omi squirmed beneath him, bringing up his legs to lock around Ran's waist. He knew damned well what he wanted... he'd been trying to work up to it all morning. Until now, their lovemaking had been slow, tender and perfectly blissful. Omi found himself smiling any time he thought of the sated aftermath, when he and Ran would be curled around each other and whispering softly between themselves. Those were the gentle moments... and while Omi loved them dearly, he wanted none of that right now.
Ran's eyes widened for a moment, nostrils flaring as he considered that before leaning down to bite Omi's neck again, pressing his teeth into the tender skin hard enough to mark.
This was more like it. Omi purred, clinging to Ran's shoulders and bringing himself up against his lover. He could feel his hips rubbing upwards against Ran's, and didn't care just how desperate he looked. By this point, he WAS desperate... for his lover's touch, or whatever he could get from the man.
"Lube?" Ran asked, the question as much whether Omi wanted it as whether Omi had any. Even as he whispered, one hand slid down, catching under Omi's knee and tugging the leg up, to open him to Ran.
"Lotion," Omi replied, dragging Ran into a searing kiss, his tongue pressing past the slightly parted lips as he tasted his lover. While the lube was in the dresser drawer on the OTHER side of the bed, Omi knew damned well there was a full bottle of lotion on the nightstand right above Ran's head that would suffice for the moment. While he could deal without prep, he did NOT want to find out the truth of whether or not lube was necessary.
It took Ran, who was in the midst of making his way down to one nipple, a moment to remember just where the lotion even was, but once he did, his hand reached up, groping blindly. A picture frame toppled over before he managed to get a hand on it, and then it was there, knocked off the bedside table to land scant inches from their hips, while Ran bit down sharply.
The moment he felt teeth close on the sensitive area, Omi let out a yelp, jumping beneath the bite and making Ran's teeth tug against the reddening skin. It hurt, but somehow it seemed to make his own arousal even more painfully obvious to himself. "Hurry..." he whimpered, threading his fingers through the other man's tangled hair and hanging on.
"I could hurry if you'd stop distracting me," Ran purred, lifting his head to smile predatorially at his lover, his hand flailing for the lotion.
"If you'd hurry, I wouldn't be coherent enough to distract you," his smaller lover retorted.
There. There it was. Lotion in his hand, Ran pulled back, gasping for air. He stared down at Omi as he pumped out a generous portion, coating his cock with cool white. The scent of roses hung heavy in the air around them, mixing with the sharper tang of sex.
Omi wasn't normally demanding. He was a bit manipulative, very affectionate and generally could cute his way into anything that required other people doing what he wanted. NOW, however... he was demanding. "HURRY," he hissed, feet coming to brace against the carpet to either side of his hips as he lifted himself in offering to the redhead kneeling between his knees.
Ran swallowed, one hand dipping down to press two fingers into Omi, delving deep. He wasn't bothering with much preparation, but he wanted Omi as lubed as he was, slick enough that the stretching would be all that worried him. And besides... the sight of the boy so desperate and needy, impaled on his fingers, made Ran all the harder.
Omi's lips were parted, his head falling to the side as he gasped for breath. It was all he could do to keep from driving himself onto the probing digits, his body screaming at him for more. At this point, he didn't care how much more, or what it was, he just knew that staying in this state would slowly drive him insane. "Please..." he whimpered, sliding his gaze to Ran.
Ran's eyes burned at the plea, the word catching in his chest. He pulled his hand free, gripping Omi's thighs and spreading them a little wider as he settled himself at Omi's entrance. He said nothing, but he was growling softly, needing Omi so desperately he could barely hold himself in check. And then he wasn't... he was pressing himself home in one deep stroke.
Omi wasn't sure just what he screamed... whether it was Ran's name, something else, something incoherent... all he knew was that he HAD, and didn't seem to care one whit for stifling it. He didn't care if Yoji or Ken heard, and would likely just spit at them to either get in or out, just close the door. His entire body arched up, his knees nearly pressed to either side of his chest as Ran held him in place beneath him.
Ran shuddered, gasping as he pinned Omi under him, just feeling for a moment. He didn't even notice the scream, too caught up in the blood rushing in his ears, in the way Omi's body swallowed him whole, clenching and releasing around him so tightly that it almost hurt. His hands moved up, gripping Omi's hips instead of his thighs, and Ran began to pull out, not bothering with gentle. He was far, far beyond gentle, well into insane need.
Without thinking, Omi brought his arms up over his head, grabbing hold of the underside of the nightstand and using it to brace himself as he grew tired of his lover's 'feeling' and drove himself hard onto the impaling length. "MOVE..." he growled, only to be answered by the hard jolting thrust that nearly shoved him half a foot along the rug.
"You got it," Ran hissed, losing himself in the driving rhythm. He dropped down, mouthing Omi's shoulder before biting down hard, marking him.
It didn't take long before Omi's words dissolved into a flurry of incoherent cries. It was all he could do to hang on, his mind not even having time to process what he was feeling before it would change again and he'd be left reeling. The sting on his shoulder stayed with him... as did the almost unnerving realisation that he just MIGHT not have any skin left on his shoulderblades and rear by the time they were done. He didn't care, however, and simply clung to Ran as best he could, urging him on.
That Ran could last at all was a miracle, let alone how long he managed. They weren't making love. They were fucking, violently and greedily, and he could barely think far enough beyond his own pleasure to worm a hand between them, gripping Omi's cock and stroking it jerkily as he pumped.
The added touch was his undoing, and it only took a few more seconds before Omi's body gave up the fight in a rather noisy fashion. He felt as though his mind had exploded, and couldn't see for the stars that were dancing in his vision. Nothing had been like that before... none of their lovemaking had ever been so brutal or so driven. He wasn't even certain if Ran had come yet or not... all he could do was hang on with fleeting strength and try to keep himself from becoming a limp ragdoll in his lover's arms.
Ran's release was practically simultaneous to Omi, arching hard and burying himself deep as he flooded his lover. Slowly, he lowered himself onto Omi, gasping and breathing as he rested on top of Omi, eyes closing.
Letting out a soft cry, Omi let himself collapse against the carpet, his eyes fixed on a nondescript spot on the ceiling as he tried to figure out WHAT the hell had spurned this on today. He was pretty sure he was at fault for it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on WHY he'd wanted this so rough. "Love you," he managed to croak out, shifting slightly beneath Ran and letting out a sudden sharp cry as his back slid against the floor.
"Y'okay?" Ran slurred, too lazy with pleasure to bother working the energy to speak properly.
"No," Omi whimpered, fingers tightening against Ran's shoulders as he winced visibly. Something told him he wasn't going to like the whole prospect of getting up off the floor.
Ran frowned, not liking the tone. He pushed himself up, very slowly, wincing a little when their bodies disconnected. On his hands and knees, he looked down at Omi, brows drawn. "What is it?"
"Back," he answered, finally deciding not to get up at all, and simply rolled onto his stomach, breathing a soft sigh of relief as cool air slid over the abused skin.
Ran's eyes widened as he saw the large swath of raw skin over Omi's back and ass, and he hesitated for a moment. Then he rose stiffly, muttering as joints that didn't normally ache protested, and he reached out, carefully gathering Omi up. The boy in his arms, Ran half-walked, half-stumbled his way to the bed, laying Omi out on it before collapsing in beside him, his hand reaching out so that his fingers could wind with his lover's. "Lemme rest, and I'll take care of it," he promised fuzzily, even as he began to fade.
Nodding, Omi curled up alongside of him, the warmth and closeness overriding the throbbing of his back as he settled into the cool sheets. It didnt' take long before they were both dozing softly, worn out from the morning's activities.