"Passion Spice Pandemonia 6: "Solid When Wet"


by Rpgingmaster


A Ranma 1/2 Romance/Lemon


Note: You are about to witness two anime characters, a male and female,
mate, copulate, make love, or whatever term floats your boat, and 
despite the fact that there is a plot inbetween the lemon parts, it's
still depicts acts of a sexual nature, so if you are underage, or
you're a prude, then leave now, for I cannot held be held legally
responsible for what you see past this disclaimer.


Rated NC-17

Warning: This is a yaoi, which means two guys getting on the good foot 
and doing the bad thing, so if that offends you, then don't read this.

P.S.- A little angsty in parts. You may need a hanky.

P.S. II: References to events in PSP 2 "One Small Favor"

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As Mousse watched Shampoo run off to go seduce Ranma, and Cologne went off
to a restaurant owner's convention, he did what no Amazon was supposed to
do, at least the women by law, and the men, by custom.


He cried.


Most of the women back home would have thought him to merely proving that
the male gender was weak, but Mousse knew the reason that he cried, and 
weakness had nothing to do with it.


The truth was simple. He loved Shampoo with all his heart, and he made that
clear every day of his mortal existence, and all she did was coldly reject
him, and even though he acted like it never happened, in actuality, he 
remembered in detail each time she broke his heart, and as any human would 
be, he was hurt. 


At first, he decided to try, try again, and for a time, that had kept him 
going despite his inner pain, but as time wore on, he had sunk into a 
depression. Of course, Cologne and Shampoo were blissfully unaware of 
this, and he knew he couldn't talk to them, so he kept his depression
bottled unti he was alone, and when he was, he dumped as much of his cup 
of grief as he could, and he only partially succeeded. And this was one 
of those times.


He was in his room, his window opened, and as he continued to weep, 
unmindful of who could hear, someone in a situation similiar to his 
heard his lament.

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As Ryouga passed by the Nekohaten, he got the sudden feeling that he 
wasn't around the Tendo Dojo, so he stopped and tried to figure out where 
he was.


Just then, he heard Mousse crying, and he realized he was at the Nekohaten.
However, he also discovered like Mousse was crying his eyes out, and Ryouga,
being a very emotional person, responded to his heart quicker than his 
brain, and in a flash had jumped in Mousse's window, and he found Mousse
curled up the fetal position, crying.


Instantly, Ryouga's seemingly bottomless empathy interceded, and he suddenly
held the crying Mousse against his shoulder and placed a gentle, reassuring 
arm around him.


Mousse was too depressed too care who it was, but he automatically grabbed
on to his mystery friend's shoulders and started crying into them, feeling
a massive weight called depression slide off his shoulders, and as it did,
the sobbing quickly turned into whimpers, and quickly died as well, and 
soon, aside for having rather red eyes, Mousse felt a hell of a lot better 
than he had in eternity, and as he looked up, he was surprised to see a 
concerned Ryouga looking at him.

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A few minutes later.......


Mousse had finally gotten the facts straight. Ryouga had been trying to get 
the Tendo Dojo, and he had wound up at the Nekohaten by mistake, and he had 
heard Mousse crying, so that explained their meeting a few minutes ago, 
and now as Ryouga finished, a rumbling in their guts went off almost 
simultaneously, and Mousse figured that he and Ryouga were both hungry, and
since Ryouga was one of the more polite and congenial people around, not the
mention the fact that Ryouga had been so nice to him, he figured he'd find 
some ramen, and they could have some lunch.


In fact, that's why he was now rooting through the cupboard's, and he soon 
withdrew a half empty bag of ramen that some red spice in it, and since it
smelled really good, Mousse figured he would use it.


He then drew up a pot of hot water, added the noodles, and soon, he had a
pot of ramen ready, and as he poured two bowls, he was unaware of the potent
drug that the ramen had been laced with.


Passion Spice.

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As this was going on, Ryouga had been caught up in his own thoughts.


He loved Akane. That, there was no question, but apparently, so did everyone
else in Nerima, guy and girl alike, and even though she had been nice to 
him, he had been too timid to make anything concrete, and his chances had 
been quickly shot to hell and back by all the other suitors for Akane's 
heart, and cheif among them was Ranma Saotome, the resident bastard of 
Nerima.


Not only was Ranma the fiance of the girl he loved, he also had to fuck up
everyone else around him. Kuno, although he wanted Akane too, was actually 
a hell of lot nicer than Ranma, and Ryouga, who mainly wanted Akane to be 
happy, who have happily stepped aside had she chosen Kuno, but no, Ranma 
had fucked that up beyond all repair.


And then their was Mousse. Ryouga could see why he wanted Shampoo, his 
reasons not being all that dissimilar than his towards Akane, but like the
royal asshole Ranma was, he just had to string Shampoo along, unmindful of 
the fact that he was breaking hearts all over Nerima, and Ryouga couldn't 
help but wish that someone, anyone could fill the hole in their hearts, 
for at the rate they were going, their hearts would be shattered like 
glass, the true loves of their lives denied them.


His reverie was broken when Mousse reentered with the ramen, and as they sat
and ate, Ryouga was glad to have a friend to share his misery with.


As they ate, they noticed that whatever was in this particular batch tasted
really good, so they went back for more, quickly draining the pot to it's 
dregs.


As they finished, Ryouga patted his belly contentedly, and raised his head
to thank Mousse, but as he did, he was suddenly struck with the odd 
observation that Mousse had a really nice neck.


Meanwhile, unbeknowenst to him, Mousse was also caught in his observations,
and he couldn't help but observe that Mousse had some nice eyes.


Suddenly, reality broke through, and both boys wondered just where the 
hell those weird chains of thought had come from, not even registering the 
strangeness yet, but starting to notice an odd heat.


Thankfully, Mousse's brain kicked in, and he asked if Ryouga would spar 
with him, to help him toughen up his ground attack, as that was his weak 
point.


Ryouga accepted, and as they walked out to the back of the restaurant to 
begin, Ryouga had to force himself to take his eyes off of Mousse's ass.


At any rate, they began punching drills, and Mousee was embarassed to find
his punching skills below par, but, then again, he had spent so much time
using weapons, it only stood to reason he would be sloppy in some other
category. With Ryouga's help, he was soon doing his best to copy Ryouga's 
form, and as he fired off halfway decent punches, he found himself trying
to avoid looking at Ryouga smooth, lean form.


Finally, a few minutes later, they were ready to fight for real, and both
sized each other up a lot longer than they had to before they began to spar.


As Mousse, tired to punch through Ryouga's guard, not only did it feel 
strange not to fight with a weapon, but it was stranger still that a
mysterious heat, at first a mild irritance, was now really hot, and it was
affecting his fighting capacity, and as he valiantly tried to continue on,
he had no idea that Ryouga was suffering the same problem, and about thirty
minutes later, both were almost scorching hot, and the heat was conspiring
with the thickness of their clothing to make them feel uncomfortable and
sweaty.


As Ryouga and Mousse lay in a shady spot, trying vainly to cool off, Ryouga
absentmindely muttered, "I could use a bath...."


Mousse, at that statement, suddenly got some dim, but highly arousing mental
pictures from that thought, and he said, "Well, the public baths are 
open......"


Ryouga then rose to his feet, "Let's go."


Without a word, Mousse followed.

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It was fortunate for Ryouga and Mousse that the public baths were having a 
really slow day. In fact, they were even luckier that neither noticed the 
ecchi stares that they were giving each other.


In fact, as they undressed to enter the bath, they kept trying to avoid 
looking at each other, and the heat that at first been one hell of an 
irrritant was working overtime, and ironically, they were too busy getting 
undressed and worrying about the heat to get aroused.


In fact, as they jumped into the bath, the steam was too thick and the water
to murky with hot foam for them to notice the fullly aroused specimens of
manhood that were now jutting out from their pelvises.


Instinctively, both turned away from where they thought each other was, and 
started to float away, trying not to think about these weird desires they 
were having, not realizing that they were actually drifting closer to each 
other they they thought.


Just then, Mousse felt something brush against his thigh. He froze, and the 
owner of the mystery object bumped into him.


It was Ryouga, and he had the unfortunate circumstance of bumping into 
Mousse from the front, and at this point, their stiffened manhoods were
touching, and now there was no denying the strangeness between them.


As they remained that way, tooo shocked to pull away, suddenly, as if a
spell had been cast, a powerful surge of energy flowed through their 
bodies, filling them with desire.


Just then, they moved forward, their naked male bodies pressed together,
and as they wrapped powerful arms around each other, their faces met in
a crushing kiss.


No one was around, but even so, a panicky surge of shock, embarassment, 
and fear temporarily broke the lusty stream of passion, but it was only
momentary, for as the kiss, as rough as it was, continued, low moans 
echoed from their throats, and any objections they might have had under
normal circumstances were silenced by the sirenous scream of lust.


Ryouga, unable to comprehend more than passion at this point, suddenly 
pushed Mousse up against the bath's edge, and he continued kissing, this
time dipping lower, laving the hollow of Mousse's throat with his tongue,
enjoying the groan of pleasure from his eager lover.


Mousse was almost lost completely to desire, and that's when his body 
shifted upward, to where he was sitting on the bath's edge, his now
fully primed and ready length in distance of Ryouga's mouth and tongue, 
which quickly encirled the erect pillar, and Mousse ran his hands through 
Ryouga's thick shock of hair as he felt a warm tongue furiously please his
sword, which was now fully out of his sheath, ready to release it's now
ready payload.


Suddenly, with a pleasured moan of pure joy, Mousse released, and his release
was spectacular, quickly filling the inside of Ryouga's mouth with male love 
juice.


It was somewhat thick and salty, yet Ryouga was too lost in the pleasure to
care, and as he down Mousse's seed,  the Chinese weapons master was conjuring
up ways to thank the Lost Boy for his gift.


As Ryouga backed away, Mousse's arms gripped his shoulders like bars of iron,
and he found himself turned around, and as Mousse slid those firm yet arms 
around his waist, holding on to his hips, he didn't know what to expect,
but soon all question were answered when he felt the puckered rosebud that
was the entrance to his ass being forced opened, and he gritted his teeth as
Mousse worked his tool in, inch by inch, and when Mousse managed to hit his 
prostate, the pain of Mousse's entrance faded, replaced by pleasure, and as
Mousse thrust in and out of his ass, Ryouga was fit to be tied as gasps of
arousal and excitement escaped his lips.


Just then, Mousse gave him one last, brutal thrust, and the sheer force 
tapped the well of his male arousal, and with force to rival a torpedo
launch, he came, and as his crotch was drained of seed, he could feel 
Mousse slowly pull out of his rear, and as Ryouga regained the abilty to
turn around, he found Mousse's arms around.


Both boys smiled, and as they lay in each other's arms, enjoying a moment
of pure erotic bliss, it seemed as if all their trails and tribulations had 
fled away, and neither wanted the moment to end.


In fact, it didn't end for a long time.

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A few weeks later.....


It was late at night, and as Cologne and Shampoo napped pleasantly, Mousse
and Ryouga had just finished yet another night of sweet love making, and as
the two boys nestled into the crook of each other's arms, they had one thing 
to be grateful for, even if their true loves were forever denied them.


If no one else, they had each other, and as far as they were concerned, if
it came down to it, it would be all they needed.

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Author's Notes: After a really long time, and heavy refining to the prototype
story, "Heavy Water", I finally got this finished, my first yaoi!!!!!


Well, anyway, since I have this finsihed, and as it's my first yaoi, I'd 
really like an opinion on this.


To my fans, and since I'm generous, my detractors too:

Have a nice day!!!!!!