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Oracle 2a: Wildflowers From the
Ronin Series
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| Fujimiya Aya stalked through the tall grass, almost silent and entirely focused on his target. Kudoh Yohji watched him from a respectful distance, taking in the experience of watching a master at work. Aya slowed to a halt, and waited. His coat shimmered, coming to rest around his legs. His eartails fluttered in the mountain breeze. He leapt to his right. "Quick, Yohji! He's coming your way!" It took Yohji a moment to take in the possibility that Aya had missed, and by then it was (not that he'd ever admit it) pure fluke that he spotted the target streaking through the undergrowth to his right. He fixed his eyes firmly on the path of ruffled grass and started to run. Aya was coming from his left, they were headed out of the scrub; any minute now the target would lose cover and then- "Now!" Kudoh Yohji and Fujimiya Aya hurled themselves in perfect synchronicity at the ground, and the target was swiftly captured. Yohji rolled onto his back, gasping for breath, clutching a small, squirming, furry body to his chest. "Stupid cat," muttered Ran, panting almost as hard as Yohji. He might be fitter than his lover, but he was twice as angry. "I never thought he could run so fast," said Yohji. He squinted down at Ronin, who licked his lips somewhat defensively, and stared at a space about six inches from Yohji's left ear, clearly keen to avoid eye contact. "It probably saw a mouse," said Ran. "It's an animal. A hunter. Following instincts." Yohji picked Ronin up by the scruff of his neck and dangled him. The little cat curled up instinctively, tail tucked up to its belly. "You're trouble," Yohji told him. "And you're going to get it big time when Aya-chan finds out you tried to run away." "We don't have to tell her," Ran said. Yohji raised an eyebrow. "You're planning on lying to her?" "No. Just not telling her. It'll only worry her. You know how much she loves that stupid cat." Yohji plonked Ronin back down on his chest, and the cat sprang back to life, batting Yohji's nose with his paw. "Cut it out!" Yohji batted back with a finger. "Ran, your sister's cat's attacking me." "I expect you deserve it." There was a smile on Ran's face. He looked… well, relaxed. For once. A smile crept onto Yohji's face too. He reached out a hand to catch Ran's, absentmindedly skritching Ronin between the ears with the other. "He would have come home when he was hungry," Yohji said. "I know," said Ran. "So why the drama? You shot out of the cabin like there was a Takatori on the loose." Ran frowned. "Don't even joke about that." "Sorry. But still. You did." "There's another storm on the way," Ran muttered, plucking a tuft of grass and sifting it through his fingers. Yohji opened his mouth to ask Ran if he really cared so much that the cat didn't get wet, but thought better of it. "Ah." They lay there for a moment, staring at the sky. At some point Yohji registered that it was cloudless, but he knew better than to mention it. "Have you thought about what you're going to say to Omi?" Yohji asked, absentmindedly stroking Ronin's warm, soft fur. "I… No." "If you're too hard on them-" "She'll hate me, or do something stupid like run away again, yes, I know." "We told her there would be rules," said Yohji, watching Ran carefully. "I know. And that makes me a hypocrite," said Ran. "How come?" Ran's eyes met him, a moment of heat and truth. "You and I have no rules," he said. The words shuddered down Yohji's spine. "That's different," he said, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. "Is it? How?" "I hate to confess it, but we're older than they are, for one thing." "Only by a couple of years." "And more than a lifetime's experience," Yohji added darkly. "She needs boundaries. And Omi-" "Omi can learn his fucking place," growled Ran. Yohji laughed. Ran cast him a disapproving glance, but after a few moments of silence his hand snuck into Yohji's, and meshed their fingers together. Yohji felt suddenly and absurdly happy. And Ran looked happy, for the first time since he found out about Aya-chan and Omi. Yohji couldn't resist a happy Ran. He rolled over, dislodging Ronin from his chest, and straddled Ran's hips in one smooth move. Ronin shook his furry self and took himself a foot or so off, where he found a nice, smooth, warm stone to sit on. Then he set about getting a thorough wash. Yohji kissed Ran, threading his fingers through his hair, pressing his knees into Ran's sides. Ran moaned softly, the sort of moan that made Yohji's spine melt, and kissed him back. Yohji rocked his hips, his rhythm matching their kiss. Ran moaned again, and slid cool hands up Yohji's back, under his shirt. His touch was soft, calm, teasing. Yohji rocked a little harder. The scent of grass and mountain flowers combined with the clean, manly smell of Ran's skin. Intoxicating. "Yohji," Ran murmured, a long, deep drawl that made Yohji shiver with pleasure. "Right here," Yohji said. "I want..." His hips jerked up, and Yohji pressed down to meet him. They ground together in a slow, sinful circle. Yohji slipped a hand down between them. He had Ran's trousers undone in a second. His cock was hard as steel, and when Yohji touched it Ran arched his back and groaned. Loudly. Yohji curled his fingers around it, and gave a few long, luxurious tugs. Ran fumbled at Yohji's jeans, long fingers skillfully gaining access so he could return the favour. His thumb swept over the head of Yohji's cock, slick and firm and firing Yohji's delicate nerve endings so fast Yohji could hardly catch his breath. "Perhaps we should have rules," Ran murmured. "I don't see why," said Yohji. "It's not like we're out to corrupt anybody." "Except each other," said Ran, with the tiniest of smiles, and suddenly Yohji was grinning foolishly and the moment felt the most perfect he'd ever known. Ronin raised his little pink nose towards the sky and sniffed. There was the faintest hint of ozone. Storm coming. Weather changed fast on the mountain. Ronin yawned and stretched. He nibbled Yohji's ankle bone, but Yohji just swore and half-heartedly kicked out his foot. Then he nuzzled closer into Ran's body. And Ronin, fluffy tail held high, trotted through the grass for home.
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