These characters are not mine.
This story's just for fun.
If it weren't for pervs like me,
Then Ranma wouldn't get none.

::Smacked upside the head by Ranma::

Itai...
 
 

Sitting Duck
 
 

It hummed as it walked around the kitchen, making noises of cooking and dishing out food. Long black tresses flared and twirled as it turned from counter to stove and back, still humming. Light glinted off thick lenses covering weak, yet flawless eyes and he shrank back, startled.

He smiled. His prey was completely ignorant of his presence.

His mouth watered as he imagined savoring the salty wetness of that pale skin, stretched over hard muscle and hot, coursing blood. The screams, the hair pulling, the attempted escape- all were part of the fun of stalking and torturing his prey before he devoured it.

He sniffed.

It smelled good. Clean and soft and young. He could feel the heat radiating off the lean, tall form as it hovered over a stove, still humming in a quiet, endearing little voice.

He licked his lips as it removed the bubbling concoction and turned.

Time to pounce.
 

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Mousse stirred the stew boiling on the oven, humming some stupid little song he'd heard in a grocery store earlier and couldn't seem to forget. He didn't even know the words- so annoying. He swung his hips a little, feeling carefree, and test tasted the hearty soup before deciding to add a pinch of salt. He resumed humming and tapping his foot, and took the finished product off the stove and placed it on the counter. He was about to dish some out when he heard a rustling behind him.

He slowly turned his head, peeking out of the corner of his eye as something flew at his head, pinning him face first to the floor before he could scream.
 

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Ah, the look of bewildered terror! What a treat! He planted himself firmly on his prey's back, pushing his powerful hands into the soft- albeit a little bony- shoulders and pushed down hard, keeping it still as it struggled to figure out what was going on.
He leaned down and sniffed at the long black hair, his eyes rolling back into his head as his eyelids slowly slid shut in ecstasy.

Yes, this one smelled very nice.

Like honey. He leaned down further and licked it's ear. Tasted like it to. It began to struggle, making grunting and whining noises as it uselessly tried to roll out from under him.

With a firm warning shove, it went still, breathing heavy.

He leaned down again. Honey, and something else. Salty skin. Cotton. Something he couldn't define, but needed to. Laying the full length of his body down ontop of it, he continued to smell and taste his way along his prey's long, slender neck and behind it's ears.

It wriggled and grunted again.

What was that smell? It was soooo good, and he wanted more. It was something rushing, fast, powerful. Fear? No, it was beyond fear.

It moaned as he rocked his whole body, grinding against the softness beneath him. It's breathing was fast and erratic, and caught in it's throat as it made a few experimental whispers, trying to find it's voice. Curious, he let off a little of the pressure, allowing it to breath in the air necessary to voice what it was trying to say.

"Dammit, Ranma, why do you have to be so weird? If you want sex just say so!"

Fair enough.

Ranma ground his hips harder into that cute little rear, which obligingly raised higher in the air. He nibbled on Mousse's neck as he worked his hands beneath his lover's blue pants, wrapping around the intense heat between his legs. Mousse moaned and rocked his hips back farther and higher, lifting Ranma's knees off the floor momentarily.

Ranma returned the thrust and pulled the blue pants down to his Mousse's knees. He stared for a moment before allowing himself a quick bite on one softly rounded cheek, earning him a squeak.

He pushed the robe slowly up Mousse's body, trailing his fingers slowly over the newly exposed flesh, prompting shudders and goosebumps. He pushed the ungodly length of cloth up over Mousse's shoulders and left it there, sitting back on his heels as Mousse attempted to remove it the rest of the way- and found he could not.

"Ra-" Struggle. "Ranma?" Struggle. "I-I'm stuck."

Ranma though it over: Mousse, on the cold kitchen floor, bare ass in the air, legs trapped, arms trapped, completely at his mercy.

"You wanna help me out here?"

No freaking way in hell.

He leaned down and sucked along the small of his prey's back, all the way up to his neck. He poked his head underneath Mousse's arm and just watched Mousse's flushed face, framed by insistently clingy hair and white cloth, baleful eyes and thick, pouty lips. His gaze traveled over his heaving chest, past his suckable nipples, flat stomach, equally suckable navel to-
Ranma smiled and pulled out of Mousse's line of sight. Mousse groaned in frustration and thumped his feet on the floor in as close to a tantrum as he could get while his pants were wrapped around his knees.

Ranma admired the view while he waited for Mousse to calm down. Once his energy was expended he rolled onto his back and pushed himself forward until his head was between his lover's legs.

Mousse wiggled nervously and Ranma opened his mouth sucking the bobbing tip of Mousse's hot erection into his mouth. He heard a choked sound and smiled even more mischievously as he nibbled on the sensitive head. The smooth body above him jerked and trembled, and Ranma placed a hand on the soft skin of his ass, rubbing in soothing, slow circles. He lifted his head a bit, drawing a little bit more of his lover's sex into his mouth as his hand trailed between Mousse's cheeks, rubbing not so soothing circles around his opening.

Mousse quivered like a bowstring as Ranma's other hand came up and fondled his balls, squeezing them against the base of his shaft. Ranma titled his head and strained his eyes upward to Mousse's face. Still flushed, sweaty, eyebrows pinched and mouth open, emitting the sexiest little sounds. Without warning, Ranma thrust a finger into Mousse's body, pushing his cock all the way down his throat. He watched as Mousse's tortured face shattered, mouth open wide as he screamed and jerked, pulling hard at the shirt wrapped around him.

Ranma closed his eyes, savoring that instant in his memory as he sucked and nibbled, rubbing his finger in and out lazily. Each breath rasping out above him was accompanied by a hot, wet moan as Ranma hummed and squeezed his balls tighter and pushed Mousse deeper down his throat.

His finger now darting in and out at a frantic pace, Ranma allowed himself a breath as he released the thick shaft. He blew on it, licked and nibbled the tip, then took it all the way down again, groaning at the feel of Mousse's thighs quivering beside his head and his inner muscles spasming around his finger, which struck expertly inside of him.

Mousse's hips rocked forward, his moans getting louder. Biting hard at the base of his cock, Ranma pulled away, marveling at the sight of the bobbing red organ stretching out painfully above him. He pulled out his finger and brought it under Mousse's body, collecting saliva and precum. Mousse gasped and writhed and moaned in wretched agony as Ranma released his balls and slid out from under him.

Ranma licked the sheen of sweat from the valley at the base of Mousse's spine as he rubbed and stretched his spasming opening. Mousse thrust his hips, begging, as Ranma worked his pants down his hips with his free hand. His aching sex finally released and facing such a delicious sight as that creamy ass, flushed, spread, ready and waiting for him almost did the job for him. Slowly rocking forward, holding his penis tightly, he entered the tight heat centimeter by centimeter, Mousse's wanton moans spurring him on. Almost halfway in, he couldn't take the teasing anymore and slammed home, grasping Mousse's hips painfully and pushing himself as deep as he could.

Mousse screamed as his seed splattered the floor, his chest, his face.

The tight ring of muscle surrounding Ranma's shaft tightened impossibly, and he yanked almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward again, lifting Mousse's knees off the floor. Bracing his hands under his lover's hips and keeping his hind end elevated off the floor, Ranma repeatedly thrust as deep as he could, grunting as Mousse screamed, his spent sex hardening again. Ranma forced Mousse's knees under his abdomen, trapping his legs there by resting his own on the abused bundle of cloth at his knees. Sitting back on his heels, Ranma thrust up harder and harder, swooning at the indefinably erotic sensation of Mousse's balls slapping against his own at each upward thrust.

Mousse was reduced to whimpers as the top of his head dug painfully but unnoticeably against the tile floor, and he tried vainly to escape from his shirt to touch himself.

Setting a frantic rhythm, Ranma snapped his hips up until he felt the coiling sensation in his gut. He slammed to the root again and rocked against Mousse's sweat-slicked body as his orgasm swept through him. Almost as an afterthought, he reached around and pumped Mousse's sex fast and hard. Just as his climax was starting the downhill crawl, Mousse screamed again and came all over Ranma's hand. Muscles milking him again, Ranma choked and began thrusting again as another climax was ripped from him.

He continued to rock gently for some time, still squeezing and pulling at Mousse's limp cock. He slowly closed his eyes and slid out, falling bonelessly to the floor next Mousse. He reached out and gathered the twisted body to him, settling the small of Mousse's back against his still slightly jerking penis as he rested on his back.

They both breathed hard, the only sound in the room for many long minutes, as Ranma stroked more shirt than hair on his lover's head. The cool floor finally getting through his superheated skin, Ranma rolled onto his side, keeping Mousse snugly against him and relishing- not for the first time- at how wonderful his beautiful Amazon fit between his legs.

Finally at an angle where he could pull the shirt off, Mousse' threw it across the room and twisted in Ranma's grasp to glare tiredly up at Ranma. Ranma smiled crookedly and leaned down, licking Mousse's seed from his own face. He licked  along his cheekbones, sucked on the tip of his nose before trailing the tip of his tongue along his long eyelashes, and finishing with sucking kisses on his forehead.

Now he knew that smell that he loved so much. Ranma smiled. Sex. Yes, definitely a pleasant scent on his love.

Sated sexes pressed firmly against each other, Ranma and Mousse slipped into slumber, despite the chilly, hard floor.
 

~Owari~
 

Ping- Wow! My first PWP! Not too shabby, eh guys?
::moan groan grunt::
Ping- Uh, guys?
::grunt ungh pant::