A Night Alone......or Not.
by Sadie DragonFire

Disclaimer: these characters were rightly stolen for Rumiko Takahashi so I could have my way with them. They will be returned with all the proper pieces intact.

This is a pointless lemon. And its my first (this is from all you list members perverting me......yeah, right, has if I wasn’t hentai to begin with), so please, be honest. Don’t worry, I can take it. ^.^ I warn you, it drags a bit. Thoughts in . Archive-able.

C&C welcome and begged for on bent knees.

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“Ranma, are you sure you’re going to be okay all alone tonight?” Akane asked with a hint of concern as she shrugged into her jacket. Ranma glanced at her from where he sat cross-legged on her bed.

“I’m sure.” he sighed with annoyance. She frowned at him, feeling a flutter of anger at his tone.

“I’m just don’t want you to get lonely or bored or anything.” she half-snapped at him. He smiled faintly, deciding it best not to respond. She made a disgusted noise in his general direction and went back to getting ready. The entire Tendo family, and Genma, had separate plans for the night, leaving Ranma alone.

“Jeez, you worry to much.” Ranma huffed. Though he wouldn’t admit it, at least not where their parents could hear, Ranma was touched by her concern. He cared about her----as a friend, maybe even as a sister, nothing more then that. She viewed him with similar affections and he deeply hoped that it would *not* become anything more to her. There was always that risk, it kept him from opening up to her completely. His interests lay somewhere else entirely.

“Ya know, I do have all those new manga I picked up,” Ranma announced to Akane’s back, “An’ Kasumi rented me a couple a tapes. I won’t be bored or anything.” {Not that I would have been even without all that stuff.....} “Well, if you’re sure....”

“I am.”

“Okay, then,” Akane gave him a warm, open smile, “I’ll stop worrying.” she made a finale adjustment to her skirt. “Right. I’m set to go. Get out of my room, Ranma.”

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.”

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Ryoga stared at the Tendo dojo, taking a moment to memorize the shape and size and the way the city lights glowed around it. {Hmmm, all the lights are out, kinda early for everyone to be in bed.} Normally, Ryoga would wait in the garden until the house was silent and dark, but since it all ready was.....might as well go in. He entered quietly through the garden door, moving silent and careful as a cat.

Ryoga located the stairs and ascended them, pausing at the top to listen for sounds of the sleeping family. He was surprised to find the sounds lacking. Usually, he could hear the steady rumble of Soun and Genma-panda’s snoring, the delicate breaths of Kasumi, and other sleeping noises

{Is everyone gone?} he worried, straining to pick up any indication of people. Finally, he could make out Ranma’s steady, even breathing. He sighed with relief. {Good, Ranma’s here. But.....is everyone else gone?} A grin worked its way across his face. {Oh, I hope so.....}

The young martial artist just about danced across the space separating him from Ranma’s room. He hesitated at the screen wondering what he would see. Ranma was so fond of surprising him. But when he pushed open the paper and wood screen, all he saw was Ranma’s form---clothed---sprawled over the futon. Ryoga scowled in annoyance and confusion.

{Wait a minute....if he’s here alone, that means we don’t have to worry about being caught--but what the hell is he doing asleep??} Ryoga dropped his pack, moving to the futon to loom over the smaller boy. Instead of its normal open, drooling gape, Ranma’s mouth was pressed together, his head turned slightly away from the door. When Ryoga crouched down on his knees, the other’s lips gave a faint twitch.

{Oh, I get it.} Ryoga grinned widely, {He wants to play. How sweet.} He set back on his heels for moment, thinking on his next move, giving Ranma the chance to fret a little.

Strategy firm in mind, Ryoga leaned over Ranma, bringing his lips closer to the other boys. He blew air across Ranma’s lips, watching out of the corner of his eye for any reaction. There was none and he mentally congratulated the other on his control. {Well, lets see you handle this,} He stuck his tongue out, lashing it lightly across Ranma’s mouth. The lips softened under the assault, opening, inviting. Ryoga pulled away from the invitation, watching Ranma’s eyelids flutter as he fought to keep them closed. The Lost Boy trailed his tongue along the curving jawline.

He stopped, reaching the sensitive spot just beyond the joint of the jaw. It was one of Ranma’s *hot* areas and Ryoga didn’t want the pig tailed boy to lose his control just yet. He changed course, heading down the neck with featherlike kisses. Muscles grew tense under his lips, pulse racing. Ryoga grinned and sucked at the juggler, delighting in Ranma’s involuntary gasp. {So much fun, we’ll have to play this game more often.} He shifted his position, settling his body against Ranma’s side.

More comfortable now, he brought his hands into play, slowly undoing the pajama top. His fingers trailed enticingly under the edge of the material, his mouth and tongue still playing on Ranma’s neck. He opened the shirt to the naval, sliding his hands back up to Ranma’s shoulders, fingers brushing the darker flesh of his nipples. Ranma jerked slightly, but otherwise showed no other reaction. Except for the earlier gasp, he was still breathing normally too.

{Too quiet. I want some noise.} Hands exploring the rippling chest, Ryoga brought his mouth to Ranma’s ear. He breathed in it first, then stuck his tongue in, wiggling along the lines and edges. A tremor ran through Ranma’s frame. {Better.} He caught the earlobe in his mouth, sucking, licking, worrying it with his teeth. This proved to much for Ranma, who started having trouble controlling his breathing. Ryoga moved behind the shell-like ear, nuzzling the tender flesh and earning another gasp. A wave of heat rushed through him, settling in his groin.

{Yess....} He played with his lover’s ear a little longer, then headed straight to the chest. His tongue carefully traced the firm pectoral muscles, thrilling in familiar taste of salty-sweet skin. Ranma breathing became erratic. Ryoga covered one nipple with his mouth, delivering a quick, hard suck.

“Ahhhh!” Ranma arched in reaction. He tired to maintain control still, pressing his back against the futon, clenching his hands into the sheets. But Ryoga wouldn’t have it and sucked harder, nipping with his fangs. His hand came up to play with the other nipple, his free hand playing havoc with Ranma’s bellybutton. The smaller boy squirmed, his arousal evident through his pants.

{Now, to go for the gold.....} Ryoga lifted his right leg and pulled himself over, straddling Ranma’s thighs. He pulled away from the damp, tender nipple to gaze at his lover’s face. Moon and city lights coming in through the window provided enough illumination to see all the details. Ranma’s small nose, his high cheekbones, arching eyebrows, large eyes, the lids closed but twitching, and that full, wonderful mouth, now open in hungry pants. Ryoga let his eyes trail down to take in the broad shoulders, chiseled chest with its smooth skin and firm muscles, and down lower to the slight indent of the naval, and lower still, to Ryoga’s ultimate goal.

He trembled at the throb that ran through him and bent his head to Ranma’s other nipple. Ranma was making soft sounds, hips shifting, back arching. Encouraged, Ryoga traced a path down Ranma’s chest with lips and tongue and teeth. As he went, he straightened his body out, until his own chest rested on the futon between Ranma’s spread legs. He ran his hand down Ranma’s flanks, ending at the hips and curling fingers into the waist band of his pants. Ranma’s breathing quickened.

Ryoga covered Ranma’s naval with his mouth, tongue pressing in and wiggling. He pulled down on the pants, lifting it gently over the boy’s throbbing erection. Ranma lifted his hips to help, squirming as Ryoga oh-so-slowly pulled the pants all the way off and tossed them aside. The Lost Boy settled back into his former position, kissing and nuzzling along the tense thigh. Ranma was getting agitated now, his soft groans pleading. Ryoga continued to ignore him, paying extra attention to the joint between Ranma’s leg and hip.

“Ryoga....” the other gasped finally, hands coming up to curl into Ryoga’s bandanna. Ryoga glanced up, smirking.

“Ranma? Gee, I thought you were asleep.”

“Grrr....” the pigtailed martial artist lifted his head, eyes dark with lust, “Ryoga, please.....I want....”

“Want what, Ranma?” Ryoga asked softy, voice husky. He pressed his tongue against the innermost part of Ranma’s thigh, licking inward toward the groin, allowing the lightest brush on his penis. Ranma groaned, hips bucking, seeking for that elusive touch.

“Dammitt....I want.....want....please, Ryoga!”

“Tell me, koibito.”

Ranma cupped his hands on Ryoga’s cheeks and chin, fingers tracing the lines of his face. “I want you,” his voice grew deeper, “I want your mouth on me. I want you to suck my cock. Please.....”

Ryoga grinned, turning his head to kiss Ranma’s palm. “Of course, you just had to ask.” Ranma’s answer was lost in a cry as Ryoga took him in his mouth. Ryoga sucked lightly at the head, hands cupping around the lower part of the shaft. Ranma’s fingers clenched tightly in his hair. He increased suction, tongue rubbing and probing the head, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum that seeped out.

He moved down slowly, tongue working the underside of the penis. He took in as much as he could, forcing back the urge to gag and pulled up, then went down again. Ryoga soon established a rhythm, shallow stroke, then deep; his hands fondling Ranma’s soft balls. Ranma bucked in time with his movements, his shallow cries further heating Ryoga’s blood. As the cries grew louder, Ryoga sucked faster, his own hips humping against the ground.

“More....more....uuhhhh....” Ranma pushed at Ryoga’s head, arching as far up into that heat as he could. “D-don’t stop.....don’t......” his head tossed on the pillow, legs pulling up and calves clenching against Ryoga’s shoulders.

Ryoga knew his lover was almost there. He pulled up Ranma’s hips to bring him closer yet. Ranma came with a cry that was nearly a howl, fingerings clenching Ryoga’s hair tight enough to be painful. Ryoga jerked back quickly as the molten liquid poured out, allowing the cum spread across Ranma’s thighs and soak into the futon. Ranma, he knew, seemed to enjoy the taste, Ryoga tried to avoid swallowing it if given the chance.

Ranma jerked and squirmed in the throes of the organism, then went still, all the tension leaving his body suddenly. He blinked satisfied blue eyes up at Ryoga’s smiling face.

“Enjoy that?” the Lost Boy asked teasingly. Ranma grunted and pulled Ryoga down for a searing kiss. Lips molded together, tongues twisting and fighting. Ryoga moaned, laying himself against Ranma’s body, the two forms fitting together perfectly. He explored the inner reaches of Ranma’s mouth, when there was a sudden pulling and pushing, and Ryoga found himself on his back.

“Wha....”

“Its my turn to play.” Ranma grinned, wiggling against the larger frame. Ryoga moaned, bucking against the pressure.

“C-consider....me y-your....toy.” Ryoga managed between pants and kisses.

“Gladly.”