Grace

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    Ranma 1/2 is copyright Takahashi Rumiko, Shokakukan, Kitty Films, and Viz Communications. No copyright infringement is intended and all rights remain theirs.
    The concept of the Lyric Wheel isn't mine either, but I have no idea whose it really is. It's cool, whoever came up with it.
    "Grace" is written and sung by Meshell Ndegocello.
    This is a yaoi lemon. In other words, two boys go further than kissing. If this is illegal in your place of residence, you are underage, or you dislike this sort of thing, STOP READING NOW and hit the 'back' button. I will not be responsible for you getting arrested, getting in trouble or getting icky thoughts.
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Okay.

No Kasumi pottering around, being the good little housewife. How she copes without killing or otherwise annihilating the household is something I'll never understand. Anyway, she's out. On a date with, of all people, Pantyhose Tarou. She says he's sweet and very gentlemanly. I prefer to reserve judgement, but he certainly seems to be treating her right. So far.

No Pops and Mr. Tendou, playing their eternal games of shogi. Clack-clack, clack-clack, clack-clack till I want to break the damn board. If either of them mastered the idea of not cheating, we'd be able to enter them in professional tournaments. Oh, what am I thinking? That would be intelligent and profitable, when they won the prize money, and therefore not something either of them would do in a blue fit. The pair of them are currently off on a 'training trip' with Happosai. I suppose the fact that the three of them are going past the brothels in the red-light section of Shibuya is supposed to just slip by us.

No Nabiki, armed with camera. Thank all the Gods. You're shy enough as it is; if you thought for one second that what we do together is recorded for all posterity, you'd run for the hills and I'd never get you back. She didn't say where she would be, just that she'd be back late. I suppose some unfortunate is getting fleeced as I speak.

And lastly, no Akane and the Mallet-sama. Something's got to be done about that girl. I think she's starting to like me. She's not a bad person - inclined to hit before asking questions, but that's hardly an uncommon trait, and practically a survival one here in Nerima - but she's not my type. Currently she's gone with Sayuri and Yuka to a hot springs, and she won't be back for three days.

They're all gone, all of them. It's just me and you.

    Can't say I have ever been faithful
    Except to God
    Never felt I could call anywhere home
    'Til I fell asleep here in your arms

I pad around the house, looking for you.

I should have known where to find you. Since we started this thing between us, you have been sleeping in my room and staying with me. Akane has accused me of seducing her P-Chan, and has absolutely no idea just how right she is.

You're fast asleep, curled up on the end of my futon. Kasumi must've seen you and decided not to put the futon away this morning. Your soft piglet-fur is ruffled up against the dark blue of the eiderdown.

Even as the piglet, you are beautiful. So what if that's not what a man is supposed to be, supposed to think? I can't live by Pop's standards anymore - he's caused too much pain and too many problems with his promises.

I want to wake you up with sweet, delicate kisses - touch my tongue to your eyelids as your eyes dance beneath them, breathe in your sweet waking sigh, breathe out the air you breathe in.

So I pad down to the kitchen and pour myself a cup of hot water. For a moment I consider splashing myself with cold water, and loving you as Ranko. But, no. Femininity is hard for me, and I don't like it much; it's too comfortable. I can see the day coming when I change and don't change back.

I never thought I'd fall in love

You used to be a light sleeper. That's why I feel so proud when you don't stir more than a soft murmur as I flick the hot water onto your body and watch the change. I have given you enough of a sense of security that you don't feel you have to wake up and deal with the threat.

You roll over, stretch, and I catch my breath. Your flesh is bronzed marble against my eiderdown as you roll to your back, in all your naked glory. Oh Ryouga, Amaterasu-sama and Inari-sama and all the other Gods are screaming in rage as you lie here unconscious in your beauty, for you have stolen all my devotion, are the only God I worship. My sweet helpless treasure, I adore you so. Even as I make you scream for my touch, I love you beyond the reach of sanity.

Swiftly I strip, kneeling down beside you. You twist a little, and your face tilts towards me.

"Ranma," you breathe.

I feel my body react to that soft acknowledgement. You're so deep in my web that I'm even in your dreams. My cock, already responding to your presence, hardens instantly.

    Your love is my only saving grace
    You caress my heart
    Kiss my face
    Your love is my only saving grace
    Your love

I lie down beside you, watching the play of your eyes beneath your eyelids, and decide to carry out that much of my plan. Delicately, elegantly, as soft as I can make it, I begin layering the kisses on your face. There's no contact between us, no touch, only the lightest-possible pressure of my lips across your eyebrows, on your nose, along your sharp cheekbones. And your lips.

Your sweet, giving, open lips that are curved in that half-smile; too bent by years of sadness and neglect to smile properly, but I have made you happy. I will make you happy. I swear to you that I will tear away all the frowns and pain. You will smile so much you will forget there's such a thing as pain. I will make it so.

Too much sweetness, too much and I can't hold back anymore. A brush across your lips is not nearly enough. I tilt my head slightly and I kiss you properly.

So small a word for so great a thing. Your mouth opens and lets me drink of you; your eyes flutter and open beneath my own, your eyelashes brushing sweet ticklish halfmoons on my cheeks. You awaken beneath me, my Sleeping Beauty woken to a world of adult pleasures.

I don't stop, I can't stop, as I reach up, cradling your head and rolling over on top of you.

Gently you withdraw, but I won't go. I catch your bottom lipbetween my teeth, chewing gently as you catch your breath.

    "Good morning," I whisper, as I let my body lie on yours. Oh, this is the best of being both your seme and lighter than you; I can collapse on you, lie all over you, and I don't have to worry about crushing you.

    Sometimes God calls out to me to come home
    'Cause I feel so all alone
    Then I taste your kiss
    Your touch your sweet love

I hated it before this happened between us. Was it only six months ago?

I never wanted those fiancees. Never. I let them argue over me, and I'll admit I played them all off against each other. I'd charm one, kiss another, and court the third.

Because it didn't matter which one got me. None of them were what I wanted, could never be what I wanted, so I let them argue it out among themselves. In the hubbub, I stood alone.

Well, not quite alone. I desperately wished I were a certain shorthaired fiancee - because you lay in her arms. Sometimes I wished I'd die. That somehow it would all end, and I wouldn't have to live with the agony of living without you anymore.

I can't believe it was so simple. You went on a date with Akane, and I in my desperate jealousy pulled out my Yoiko dress and went Ryouga hunting. I broke you up, again, and pulled you away - but this time I went further. I kissed you.

You have no idea how much I wanted it, how often I dreamt of that one soft touch from your lips. It was so soft in the beginning, so romantic, you were so innocent! I couldn't be satisfied - I was so hungry for you! I took your mouth, forced it open, plundered it desperately - it was the only time I would touch you, I had to store it up for a thousand wet dreams in the years to come.

Finally I released you, and you dragged in a gasping breath. "Ranma..." you muttered, and then cast a guilty look at me.

"Yes, darling?" I asked, with a smirk.

You paled. "...Ranma?" you asked softly, shock etched on your features. I grinned and pulled off my glasses.

I will grant that you tried to run, but I had heard your words. In passion, you had thought of me. I wasn't going to let it go, or let you go. Not if there was a chance for more.

Tackling you, I held you down and kissed you breathless, until you admitted what I'd heard, that in passion you thought of me. So then I took you home, and acted on it.

Oh, yes, I thoroughly seduced Akane's P-Chan.

I never thought I'd fall in love with you.

Your cock has reacted to my kisses. I can feel it, poking up hard, delicate velvety stone against my thigh. What shall I do with it? I wonder. Shall I straddle you, slide it deeply into my body, place your hands on my cock, drink in your pleasure? Or shall I slide down your body, take it in my mouth, make you scream as you present me with my favourite meal?

No, not this morning. It may be unimaginative, but there's a reason why the classics are classic. Today, I'll slip between your legs, raise your knees, and I'll bury myself in you - making a physical fact of my spiritual reality.

You are pliant beneath me, yielding yourself so sweetly that I entirely miss the glint in your eyes as I moisten your body with the massage oil from the cupboard. Pops actually believed me when I told him I wanted it for sprains and aches.

Sliding in - oh you're so hot, so sweet, all I want is right here beneath me. I slide in to the hilt, and relax above you. You're biting your lip, and I stroke my hands down towards your groin; if there's anything I love more than the feeling of you wrapped around me, it's the feeling of your orgasm while I'm inside you.

When I touch you, you grin up at me, and begin to clench your muscles around me.

You - little - tease!

Well, if that's what you want, that's what you're gonna get!

I begin to thrust - not the leisurely strokes I had intended, but rough, hard shoves. And I make sure each one hits your prostate, while I pull at your erection, hard yanks that pull up your foreskin and expose the glans to the calluses on my palms.

The soft, guttural cries you're making are so arousing, how am I gonna hang on till after you come? My only hope is making sure you come soon. Hard. NOW.

I begin to rub that sensitive area between your balls and the base of your cock. It works. You scream as your seed jets out, arcing in the air, hitting my chest and pooling on your belly.

You're not the only one screaming. The feeling of your muscles clenching around me sends me over the edge, and I collapse on you. I wrap my arms around you as I relax and try to recover.

    Your love is my only saving grace
    You caress my heart
    Kiss my face
    Your love is my only saving grace

I must've passed out, for I awake to butterfly kisses against my face. You have rolled us over, and now you're over me.

"Happy first-day-of-summer-vacation," you smile, as my eyes blink open.

I grin. "And the same to you," I reply, sitting up. You sit back on your heels, looking at me. "So, what shall we do today?" I continue.

"Spar?"

I grin. Considering how most of our sparring sessions end these days, I am more than agreeable. "Good idea, Ryouga."

You stand slowly. "I think we should bathe first," you say slowly.

I agree completely, but you're still naked... and I'm naked... and we're still alone... and Kasumi won't be back to clean the furo for hours....

"What a good idea, love," I reply.

It's going to be a short vacation.

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Author's Notes:

1. Not that it is essential to know, but I'm basing this on the manga rather than the anime. Basically, everybody is saner in the manga. There, all the personality quirks are quirks rather than psychoses.

2. Amaterasu is the Shinto goddess of the Sun and the ruler of the Japanese pantheon. Inari is the Shinto god of fertility, foxes and chaos. Or goddess - sources are unclear, and considering Inari's third attribute, that may be deliberate.

3. The Sleeping Beauty reference is an admittedly obscure reference to Anne Rice's BDSM trilogy, retelling the story of Sleeping Beauty: 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty', 'Beauty's Punishment' and 'Beauty's Release'. The author originally published the trilogy under the pseudonym 'A. N. Rocquelaure'.

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