If you have comments on this story, please send them to me at This is my second attempt at yaoi. After reading my first fic, Musashi-kun wanted me to try a Ranma x Ryouga fic. As I figure it, Ranma and Ryouga are both really masculine and even if they did have feelings for each other, getting them together is harder than most people think it is and my writing reflects that. So Mushie-kun, this is for you (I hope I don't let you down)! If you are offended by male/male sexual interaction, step away from this piece, now!

SHALL WE DANCE?

<by Omega>

<Part One>

"A challenge, huh?" Ranma put his hands behind his head and looked up to the ceiling of the dojo. It was just another one of those challenges that Ranma was going to go into some special training for, get stronger, beat the challenger and get a good laugh in the end for being a better martial artist for it. Yep, same old routine.

"That's what it looks like, Ranma," commented Ryouga glancing through the strange letter. The envelope that it came in was covered in glitter and was stamped in the back with a seal that looked like a pair of shoes. Ryouga continued reading when his eyes popped out. "Huhhhhhhhhh?"

"What's with the bulging eyes, Ryouga?"

"Did you read the ENTIRE letter?"

"Why should I?" he said turning his nose at the letter. "All I had to do was read the first sentence that said, 'This is a challenge by yadda-yadda-yadda… and we should meet at this place and this time et cetera et cetera, so there's nothing more that I need to know. I'll just go meet this guy, kick some butt, get more fame for the dojo and go on home."

"You certainly are full of yourself, aren't ya?"

"And what is THAT supposed to mean?" Ranma yelled in Ryouga's face. Ryouga stared back and their heads butted together.

"You heard what I said, Saotome! You act like some hotshot jerk that can't get beaten!"

"Hmmmmph," said Ranma tossing back his hair. "You're right, Ryouga. I can't be beaten!" Ranma laughed out loud. Ryouga's face turned bright red, he gritted his teeth, and he was ready to kill him. Instead, Ryouga started stamping one of his heels on the dojo floor repeatedly.

"What's wrong, P-P-P-P-P Chan? Why don't you attack me?" Ranma took up his fighting stance while Ryouga was continuing to stamp his heel on the floor, developing a fast rhythm. Ryouga raised his arms slowly to his sides and above his head when he gave a final stomp of the heel to the floor. The vibrations from the heel traveled throughout the floor and unexpectedly knocked Ranma off his feet. While his body was on the floor, it felt like an earthquake was trembling the floor and he couldn't move at all until the vibrations stopped.

"Looks like you are getting a little soft," Ryouga grinned.

Ranma got up with his head still a little dizzy. "How'd you do that?"

Ryouga grinned even more. "You don't even know one of the basic techniques in Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing, Saotome? The Vibrating Pasa Doble Earthquake? How pathetic!"

"Wha…" Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing? What does he mean, Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing? Oh no, thought Ranma. That challenge couldn't be…

"Well, see ya around, Ranma!" said Ryouga as he waved behind, leaving the dojo. "I'm gonna go for a--"

Ranma grabbed one of his legs and Ryouga fell on his face on the hard wood floor.

"Hey there, buddy! Can't you teach me some of those moves, pal?" Ranma was scratching the back of his head. After acting like the King of Fighters, Ryouga had no desire to help him. Besides, Ranma's sucking up techniques were always terrible. Ryouga stood up, unwrapped Ranma's arms from his leg and walked out.

"See ya."

Ranma ran to the door and physically blocked Ryouga's exit with his body. "C'mon, Ryouga! Help me out here!" Ryouga heard a little tone of desperation in his voice.

"Just what am I going to get out of it, Ranma?" Ryouga hoped Ranma wasn't going to use some pathetic answer like--

"My gratitude!" Ranma said out loudly. Ryouga pushed Ranma out of the way, about to leave when Ranma grabbed unto his leg again.

"What is it with you and my leg?" Ryouga growled. He tried to kick him off his leg but Ranma grasped so tightly, that there was no way he can let go.

"Please please please please please please please please--"

"All right, already!" Ryouga was totally exasperated from Ranma's unprideful begging. "If you let go of my leg, I'll teach you some moves. Only after you let go of my leg!" Ranma released his leg, stood up, and put his arm around him.

"Thanks, buddy!" Ranma said with a cutesy smile. Ryouga smacked Ranma's arm off his shoulder.

"C'mon, Ranma. We got a lot of work to do."

"Ryouga, I don't know about this…"

"C'mon, Ranma! Do you wanna learn or don't you?"

"Oh, all right…" Ranma came out of his room in an elegant black tuxedo with a white dress shirt, black tie, and black patent leather shoes to match. Ryouga was wearing the same outfit except he had a cummerbund to match his headband. He had been waiting for Ranma to come out of his room and crossed his arms while waiting.

"Hey, why aren't you a girl?"

"I read the letter and the challenger is specifically looking for me as a guy--"

"Oh, so FINALLY you read the whole letter?" Ryouga teased.

"Okay, that's it!" Ranma was about to go back into the room and change out of the tuxedo because he hates being teased, especially by Ryouga.

"That's fine with me, especially since you have no chance of beating this guy because you can't dance…"

Ranma paused in front of the door and blushed. "How did you know that?"

"Yeah right, Ranma! I knew you since junior high and you wouldn't think that I don't know that? How dumb can you be?" Before Ranma instinctively rants, he forces himself to shut up.

Ranma thought it was kind of odd that Ryouga is also dressed up in a tuxedo. "Hey, why are you dressed up?"

"Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing is done in pairs…partner."

"Partner?! Me? Dance with you?"

"We don't have to do this--"

"Okay, okay…" Ranma says with obvious reluctance. "…artner."

"There's no one else in the dojo anyway. Besides, I wouldn't dance with you if Akane was around!"

"I wouldn't dance with you if anyone was around!" Ranma was always so careful to guard his masculinity. After looking around and behind him Ranma said, "Okay, teach me."

"Well," said Ryouga scratching his head. "Before you do any of the martial arts, you gotta learn the basic stuff. Let's start with the waltz." Ryouga went over to the tape player and put in a tape of classical waltzes. Ryouga put his arms in front of him, trying to figure out how to hold Ranma and how to get Ranma to hold him without feeling awkward.

"What are you doing?" Ranma observes Ryouga and it looks like he is figuring out how to tackle him.

"Well, you have to put one hand on my back while I put one hand on your shoulder and your other hand is supposed to be holding mine."

"Um, isn't there a waltz where two people dance apart?"

Ryouga sighed. "Ranma…"

"All right…" Ranma stands close to Ryouga, following Ryouga's instructions and putting one hand behind Ryouga's back and holding Ryouga's hand loosely with the other hand.

"Ranma, your hand on my back should be lower." Ranma slides his back from the top of his back to the middle of his back. "No, you need lower than that." Ranma moves his hand to the small of Ryouga's back. "Ranma--"

"I ain't movin' my hand any lower, Ryouga--"

"No, I wasn't going to say that. You have to hold my other hand tighter." Ranma's hand is barely squeezing Ryouga's hand. Ryouga knew Ranma was clearly uncomfortable with this, but in order to dance effectively, he said something that would do the trick. "Man, Ranma, you hold my hand like a girl…" And expectedly, Ranma's hand grasped Ryouga's firmly.

"How's this?" Ranma asked.

Ryouga nodded. "Now, I need you to look at my feet and follow them as I lead and when you're ready, start to lead. Got it?" Ranma nodded. "We'll move when the next song starts."

Ranma waited anxiously for the next song while he stayed in the dance position with Ryouga. He was afraid that if he let go, he would forget the correct stance for this…wait a minute, stance? If Ranma didn't know any better, this whole dancing thing should be as easy as his martial arts training. Besides, it is Martial Arts Ballroom Dancing, right? As soon as Ranma realized this, he relaxed a little bit and lost some of the stiffness that came with holding Ryouga in his arms. Meanwhile, when Ryouga felt Ranma loosen up, he thought finally, this won't be as painful as I expected. Besides, Ranma is a martial artist; he won't step on my toes unless he is doing it on purpose.

The music starts and Ryouga is leading Ranma around the center of the dojo in a waltz. Ryouga is busy counting the steps, "1, 2, 3…1, 2, 3…1, 2, 3…" while Ranma keeps his eyes on the floor busily watching the feet. When Ryouga starts doing some improvised steps, Ranma catches on quickly and follows them. Throughout the entire waltz, Ranma did not step on Ryouga's toes (on accident or on purpose), and completely moved in rhythm. Ryouga was completely impressed, of course, he would never admit that to Ranma.

When the music stopped, Ranma grinned. "Man, I think I got it! Do you think I can lead now, Ryouga?"

Although impressed, it would be wrong to let Ranma overflow with too much confidence. "Sure, Ranma. Just don't tread on my toes."

The next piece began, and although Ranma had a few missteps, he felt he basically mastered the waltz. He was still dancing in a little space in the center of the dojo and he was still watching the feet carefully.

"Ha, I got it!" Ranma blurted out.

"Not quite…"

Ranma slowed down and looked up at Ryouga. "What do you mean?"

"You've been watching the feet all this time. But you gotta look in my eyes while moving your feet," said Ryouga, with emphasis on "eyes." "You have to trust your instinct."

Man! Just like martial arts, Ranma thought. Ranma started pacing his steps to the waltzing music again, while holding Ryouga's gaze in his eyes. Their feet moved quickly and soon, Ranma was leading Ryouga around the entire dojo in beat and in step.

While doing some quick turns, Ranma held Ryouga more closely, so that he wouldn't fling away from his arms. Their chests would occasionally touch or their legs would barely slide against each other. All this and their eyes still did not let go of each other. They were no longer dancing in the dojo, but waltzing aroung the entire house, upstairs and downstairs, but always farther away so the music faded. Ryouga became more aware of Ranma's breath and his hand touched the side of Ranma's neck. Ranma found himself stroking the underside of Ryouga's hand with his fingers while still grasping it. Ryouga was looking even deeper into his partner's eyes until he became lost in them. Ranma returned the gaze and still kept to the dance steps. Soon, they could hear no music at all and but the vigor of the dance did not stop--

A single misstep on Ranma's part tripped them both on the floor of Ranma's room. Ranma landed on top of Ryouga and their legs were tangled together. But even during the fall, their eyes never left each other. To Ranma, the sun reflecting in Ryouga's eyes made them brighter and more curious. Ryouga's hands were on Ranma's back while his legs slid against the intertwine of Ranma's own legs. Ranma cleared the bangs slightly covering Ryouga's eyes. He drew his face closer to Ryouga below him until their lips pressed against each other. Ryouga opened his mouth and allowed Ranma's tongue to penetrate him, often times tickling Ryouga's fangs. Ryouga's arms brought Ranma's body closer to him when Ranma broke the kiss with a string of wetness marking where their mouths had been.

What the heck is he doing? On the floor kissing, with Ryouga, no less! "Whoa, wait a minute…"

"Ranma?" Ryouga's voice hinted with a little disappointment.

"I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to be doing this!" Even though Ranma was a bit agitated over this, he still lay squarely on top of Ryouga, not moving.

"And what do I look like, Akane?"

He looked down at Ryouga, eyes glistening and lips trembling. He was nothing like Akane. Ranma seemed to be noticing this only now of all times. Ryouga was strong and virile, and in this light, tender and even handsome. And even though Ranma was a little scared, no matter what he thought, his body seemed to move independently of his mind. He put his fingers on Ryouga's mouth, smearing the bit of wetness that was there and rubbing it into his lips. Ryouga closed his eyes, letting Ranma's finger probe his mouth. He stroked Ryouga's cheek and gave him another kiss, passionate and slow. Ryouga's hands held Ranma's face and he could feel Ranma's eyelashes flutter on his face. Again, Ranma broke the kiss, stood up and went to the door. Ryouga felt helpless; he wasn't all that sure that he wanted this moment to end. However, Ranma's feelings seemed to be quite clear when he went to the door…and locked it.

Ranma stood up before the lying Ryouga and pulled him up to stand in front of him. They kicked off their shoes still looking at each other. He ran his fingers through Ryouga's hair and Ryouga laid his head against Ranma's shoulder.

"Ranma…" Ryouga muttered against his shoulder.

"I don't know why the heck I'm doing this…" Ranma said softly, stroking Ryouga's hair in one hand and undoing the buttons of Ryouga's dress shirt with the other.

"And I don't care…" Ryouga wrapped his arms around Ranma's body. Ranma just held him silently for a few moments while he felt Ryouga's smooth skin beneath his shirt. He undid Ryouga's bowtie with a single pull of his fingers and slipped Ryouga out of his jacket and shirt in one swift move.

Ranma undid his own bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Ryouga watched every movement of his hands and nimble fingers as each button slipped through each hole exposing more and more of Ranma's chest, then his flat stomach, and when he took of his jacket and shirt, his shoulders came into view.

They held each other again, but this time, it was skin against skin and sleek muscles touching. Ranma's hands concentrated on the broadness of Ryouga's back and the thickness of his hair while Ryouga's hand went much lower, feeling on the compact tightness behind Ranma. When Ranma flexed down there, Ryouga could feel it and held there even tighter.

Ranma made kisses downward from Ryouga's mouth, down his neck, to his chest where his tongue played with Ryouga's nipples. Ryouga threw his head back and moaned, never having felt this sensation ever before. He lost his hands in Ranma's wild hair and inhaled its scent. Ranma gave it a little bite and Ryouga gasped. He stood erect again rubbing the front of his pants against Ryouga's crotch. At first, it was just in small nudges, but when Ryouga's hips started getting active against Ranma's motions, they started to grind against each other. Ranma could feel the agitation in his manhood and his breath quickened. Ryouga was trying to catch his own breath when Ranma cover his mouth with his own and gave him his own breath through a deep kiss. Ranma put one hand on Ryouga's rear end while their hips continued to rock, like they were riding on each other while standing. Ryouga's hands grabbed the sides of Ranma's pants and pulled them down his hips, also taking his shorts mid-thigh. Ranma stopped the grinding long enough to take his pants and shorts completely off, along with his socks and he stood utterly unclothed. His manhood erect and a little wetness at his tip brushed off of the front of Ryouga's pants.

Ryouga stood admiring it, never really looking at it so close even though he has seen it numerous times before in baths. His fingers touched the entire length, starting from the tip, tracing all the way to the base and running back to the wet tip again. He took the wet trace left on his finger and put it slowly to his tongue and tasted its curious flavor. Ryouga found himself slowly kneeling down, as if to worship a snake hypnotizing him. He gulped then opened his mouth wide and pulled Ranma inside his lips. Ranma arched back in gratification, feeling the edges of Ryouga's mouth pass the tip, watching the head disappear, going down the length until there was no more length at the base. Ryouga held his breath wanting all of Ranma for himself and he had it. Ranma was pulling Ryouga's hair like crazy and a gutteral moan vibrated throughout the room. Ryouga, no longer able to keep his breath slid back Ranma's length, totally wet with Ryouga's swallowing.

"How was that, Ranma?" Ryouga asked softly, looking up at his face. Ranma was totally speechless, too blissed out of his mind to say a single word. Ryouga smiled and open his mouth for him again, always going down slowly, letting the length tickle the back of his throat and returning, keeping the head in his velvety mouth. Ranma could nothing but move his hips back and forth with the pressure of Ryouga's mouth and when he spoke he can only call out his name between breaths:

"Ryouga…ohhhhhhhhhh man…it feels so…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Ranma felt this pressure accumulating between his legs. He didn't know where it was coming down but it drove Ranma to increase the pressure even more until he exploded with juice running down Ryouga's throat, swallowing every bit what Ranma's manhood had to expel. Ranma felt so good that he couldn't describe it. He withdrew from Ryouga's mouth, sank to his knees, and felt his body go limp while Ryouga caught him from falling. While both of them were down on their knees, Ryouga opened his mouth on Ranma's and he could taste the seed still lingering there.

Ranma, totally relaxed, wondered about the new taste in his kiss. "Ryouga, why do you taste so…salty?"

"That's from you, Ranma," said Ryouga while petting his head. "It came from you." Ryouga, still on his knees, moved behind Ranma so that he can hold his kneeling body from behind. Ryouga put one of his arms around Ranma's waist and the other hand was busy unzipping his own pants, dexteriously removing them and the rest of his clothes until he was as unclad as Ranma who was leaning back on him.

Ryouga massaged Ranma's chest from behind, warming it with the heat in his hands. Then the hands slid down against his taut stomach and down even lower where his member was ready for attention again. Except this time, the engorged organ ached with a little pain from being stimulated a second time.

Ryouga held Ranma by the neck and close to his face. "I will try to go easy on you, Ranma, okay?" Ranma nodded, feeling helpless, intrigued, and yet aroused with Ryouga having control. Ryouga was playing Ranma's body like a woodwind instrument. While blowing his warm breath into his Ranma's mouth, when Ryouga touched certain places on his sensitive body, he could elicit different pitches of moans and groans until his oral wailing became a melody stimulating Ryouga's ears. Ryouga's manhood was fiercely erect, slowly poking along the cleft of Ranma's well-built ass. Ranma could feel that prodding thing behind him and he found himself backing into Ryouga's rigid member.

Ryouga was panting and trying to keep himself in control. "Do you want to feel me, Ranma? Do you want me to plunge into you and ram you so hard that all you can do is say my name?" Ryouga snarled. That was the first time words like that ever came out of Ryouga's mouth. They were both so caught up in the moment that all logic was abandoned for desire and Ryouga's hands were busy pumping Ranma's shaft that there was no way that he could refuse.

"C'mon," Ranma was saying breathlessly and he reared back against Ryouga's hips. "I want it, Ryouga. I want yours…up ME!" His body strained for Ryouga so desperately that a few tears were running down his face.

Ryouga caught a running tear and put it in his mouth. One arm went around Ranma's waist, the other around his neck and he pushed just a little bit into Ranma's ass until the member found the entrance. Ryouga had to rock slowly against the tightened muscle of Ranma's entrance before it gave way, only taking in the head. Ranma yelped at the pain at the point of entry.

"It's all right, Ranma." Ryouga said reassuringly but he ached to get his entire manhood in Ranma. "I want you…so much…" And with that, Ryouga pushed just a little bit more. Ranma screamed and twisted and turned but under Ryouga's strong grasp, he could not get out. Ryouga was so determined to get inside and made his way a little more. Again, Ranma yelled out and his body squirmed, not used to this invasion. Ryouga looked down at his manhood partially shoved into Ranma and he was almost there.

"One more push, Ranma…" he said. Ryouga grabbed Ranma's body tightly and Ranma gritted his teeth. He forced himself all the way through stopping at nothing until he was buried to the hilt in Ranma's body. Ranma tried hard not to scream with the penetration and was panting for breath. Ryouga stayed in Ranma's frame without moving, letting him get used to the feel of hard flesh trespassing the inner pulp of Ranma's body. He was relishing the heat in Ranma's young athletic body, sculpted by years of discipline and training. Ranma was breaking into a sweat; he didn't realize how huge Ryouga's member felt inside of him. But when Ranma moved just so, Ryouga's rod hit so many pleasure nerves that he moaned and spasmed from utter pleasure. The jerking movements of Ranma's body hit Ryouga's sensitive nerves in his member and he started pumping. He started with slow thrusts, rasping all of Ranma's insides. Ranma met his moving member by matching the opposite motion with his hips: when Ryouga pushed in, Ranma pushed back all the way so that it can get every pleasure spot inside his body. The sweat off Ranma's back wiped off of Ryouga's chest and he started to sweat even more intensely when Ryouga grabbed Ranma's manhood and stroked it in tempo with his hips. Ranma wailed out loud when Ryouga touched him there. The moaning sound primed Ryouga to piston faster into Ryouga's body. His hips were slapping against Ranma's ass with such pounding that Ranma could no longer kneel and collasped to the floor, with Ryouga on top of him. On the floor, Ranma was forcing his manhood into Ryouga's hand, trapped beneath his body. Ryouga, with an arm straddled at Ranma's side, was using his weight to push his member deep down into the core of his body. He was reaching into Ranma's body, pushing every sensation he can get out of Ranma and letting him moan them out. Ranma's fists were banging on the floor from agony and and pleasure and he wasn't sure how much more he can stand. Ryouga was rocking no longer in rhythm and was going faster can a rabbit punch into Ranma's body. Ranma's body body was so intense from heat, his entire body broke in drips of manly sweat. The muscles in Ryouga's ass were tensing up and he was ready to go off--

"I'm gonna explode!!!!!" Ryouga yelled with abandoned and with one thrust that rocked the floor, he shot his seed deep into Ranma. Ranma could feel every shot as he discharged for a second time into Ryouga's hand underneath him with the excess nectar spilling onto the floor. Ranma, more exhausted and more blissful than he ever felt in his entire life slowly drifts to sleep on the floor. Ryouga, also drained of power lies on top of Ranma's back, spreading kisses over his shoulders. Their breaths settled down and with their bodies touching each other this way, they could feel each other's bodies throbbing from hearts that have been worked too hard. For the first time, Ranma had been utterly beaten, and he enjoyed every second of it. Ranma never thought his first dance would ever end up like this. Ryouga hoped he could teach Ranma a few more things...

<END>

And... here's a pic from this scene that I did.