Just Like a Dream

A wee bit of yaoi today :)

This might be the last update until I return from holiday on the 28th. Merry Fucking Christmas and a Bah Humbug to you. Sid hates Christmas expect for her goth black Christmas tree with Halloween themed decorations.

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Ranma moaned as he pumped his thick cock into Mousse’s perfectly rounded porcelain-hued ass. The hot, wild silk of Mousse’s sheath gripped him almost painfully tight while his muscular ring nipped at him, causing Ranma to groan a loud as he pounded into the other boy. Mousse was on his hands and knees before Ranma, while Ranma was draped across his back so that he could watch the rapture on his lover’s face. He leaned back and gave Mousse’s cheeks a hard squeeze, causing the other boy to cry out, more in surprise then pain. Ranma almost howled when this caused him to clench internally, making his narrow channel even tighter. Mousse knew that the male Ranma liked his sex a bit rough and dirty and was perfectly fine with that.

Ranma grabbed Mousse’s long hair and pulled on it until his head reared back. “Did you like that?” he demanded sharply. He pounded into him even harder, each stroke causing Ranma’s balls to bounce off Mousse’s ass. He roughly kissed Mousse’s panting lips.

“Yes!” Mousse cried out, and then groaned when Ranma reached down and started roughly stroking Mousse’s own erection. He could feel Ranma’s strong, calloused hand on him and bucked into it, begging for release. It was maddening; every stroke of Ranma’s cock hit his prostate while his hand brought him almost painfully closer to the edge. Ranma bit Mousse’s back, just enough to leave light marks without breaking the skin, while he squeezed Mousse’s cock extra hard. Mousse came with a howl, his sperm jetting from him harshly into the towel that they’d placed on Ranma’s futon.

Ranma smiled, but he wasn’t done yet, he threw the towel out of the way. He pulled sharply out of Mousse and flipped him over. Grabbing Mousse’s feet, he placed them against his chest and slammed back into his well lubricated hole, causing him to cry out sharply. Ranma pounded him as hard as he could, he could feel his balls tightening almost painfully and his breath became even more ragged as he prepared to cum. He leaned over his lover’s heaving body and bit him just under his neck, then threw back his head and growled as hot jism ripped from his body to paint Mousse’s abused core stark white. He collapsed forward, both bodies coated with sweat and bodily fluids. Mousse brought his arms around Ranma and held his tenderly, gently stroking the wavy, tangled locks of hair from his face. He kissed his cheek and said “you sure like it rough, thanks for leaving me some skin this time,” eliciting a laugh from the out of breath boy.

Ranma leaned back a bit so that he could look into Mousse’s face, Mousse stroked his cheek affectionately, perfectly content that Ranma was still sheathed within him. “Mousse, what am I to you?” Ranma asked hesitantly.

Mousse smiled at his lover “You’re mine Ranma Saotome” he said.

“I'm like another fiancé?” Ranma said in disappointment.

Mousse shook his head “No, I’m the boyfriend that you’ve chosen” he explained. He placed his hand against Ranma’s cheek “you do want me as your boyfriend?” he asked.

Ranma’s heart leapt “yes I do” he replied and kissed Mousse happily. Then feeling shy he asked “do you...like both sides of me?” he asked with a blush.

“I love both sides of you. I love you Ranma” Mousse told him lovingly.

Ranma felt his heart race “then why don’t you ever want to go on dates with me in my true form? You only ever want to appear in public with me when I’m a girl” he said slightly hurt.

Mousse propped his head up and cuddled the confused boy close “Are you getting jealous of yourself? he teased. “I would be just as happy to take you out as a male. I was concerned about your reputation, so I thought that you preferred going out as a female. No one thinks twice about a cute girl going out with a guy. But you, Ranma attract a lot of attention. I could take you out to see a movie tonight if you want, it’s early enough” he said persuasively.

Ranma felt like his face was flaming when Mousse went to purchase their tickets and then bought them a tub of popcorn to share, knowing Ranma’s huge appetite. He wondered why he felt so nervous doing this as a male, when he had gone on tons of dates with Mousse as a female. He felt like everyone was whispering that Ranma Saotome, martial artist extraordinaire and possessor of no fewer then four fiancées, was gay.


Mousse could feel that Ranma felt conflicted and acted like he was a friend of Ranma’s. He sat down beside him and held his hand only when the lights went out completely. Ranma looked at Mousse’s calloused, soft hand in his own. Mousse winked at him. Feeling a little better, Ranma stroked his thumb against the back Mousse’s hand throughout the movie. That was the only public affection that Mousse displayed to him.

Mousse went to walk Ranma home and was confused when he took his arm and pulled him into an alleyway. Ranma put his arms around the taller boy and leaned against his powerful chest. He could hear Mousse’s heart start to race, he looked up “I love you too Mousse” he said out loud to someone for the first time in his life. Mousse almost took his breath away when he crushed Ranma to him and kissed him until he was giddy. Mousse’s kiss electrified him and he could feel it all the way from his head to his toes. Ranma was breathing funny when Mousse finally stopped kissing him.

“I love you too Ranma. Both of you” he promised.

Mousse

Mousse sat up in bed, no longer surprised or shocked by these dreams anymore. Not that he enjoyed them, especially not the ones where he was the bitch. Yet when he pushed back the covers, he discovered that he’d cum in his sleep again. He sighed and pushed off his underwear and pajama bottoms and put them in the hamper, wildly glad that he was the one who did the laundry. He could only imagine Shampoo’s reaction to discovering his sperm soaked pajamas; she would automatically think that she was the cause.

Mousse cleaned up and donned a fresh pair of pajamas; he frowned when he considered the dream. He’d definitely noticed that his dream relationship with Ranma progressing. They’d gone from causal sex, to dating exclusively (both sides now) and now they were in love. That made him wonder what other relationship landmarks Mousse would be forced to witness. He blushed as he speculated and promised himself to avoid Ranma in the future at all costs.

Ranma

Mousse wasn’t the only one who had a wet dream this time, the sex had been particularly hot in their shared dream; not the either one would admit it. Ranma growled in frustration and picked up his bathing stuff.

“Where are you going?” his father asked from the next futon.

“To take a bath, I’m sweating a lot tonight” he snapped, blushing in the dark and stalked off after wrapping a robe tightly around himself. Muttering to himself, he stripped off his soiled underwear and buried it as deeply down in the hamper as he could. Vowing the he was going to volunteer for laundry duty on wash day.

While he scrubbed himself after tipping a bucket over his head, he considered Mousse, not the dream Mousse, but the real, everyday Mousse. He was attractive he realized with a blush. He looked every bit as good as dream Mousse, but his beauty was normally hidden by thick glasses and baggy clothes. His voice, when he wasn’t whining about Shampoo was, well, sexy. Ranma wondered if Shampoo realized this and felt slightly jealous that she might. Ranma mentally slapped himself for this. He didn’t like Mousse or any other male!

He felt like the dreams were manipulating him somehow, playing with his brain and forcing him to consider possibilities that he never had before, other types of love. In his dreams he was in love with Mousse, yet in reality he hadn’t seen him since that time out back the Nekohanten, it was like the other martial artist was avoiding him. He doubted that Mousse was to blame in any of this and also doubted that it had anything to do with Cologne or Shampoo. If they were magicking Ranma again, the focus of the dreams would be Shampoo, not Mousse.

Still, the dreams did seem to have something to do with Mousse. Ranma washed himself and vowed that he would speak to Mousse about the dreams. Then he blushed ‘how the hell do you tell someone you’re having erotic dreams about them?’ Ranma questioned himself ‘especially if they’re another man?’