It didn't take too long for Ranma to find Mousse. In his haste, the Amazon forgot to put his glasses on. So he ran around in a really big loop, bumping into inanimate objects and apologizing, with his glasses resting peacefully on the top of his head.

'Went waaaayy too far there.'

Ranma was going to kill him. He was going to catch him, torture him, and castrate him. He was going to die a slow and painful death.

"But Ranma deserved that."

"And you deserve this!"

Mousse turned to face his pursuer, ending up facing the opposite direction. Taken by surprise nonetheless, Ranma threw a madly apologizing  Mousse over his shoulders and hopped from rooftop to rooftop until there were no more roofs. He put Mousse down on the forest floor and looked menacingly down at the poor nearsighted boy. Tired of Mousse saying sorry's and pleading with his crotch (It'd had enough of that mouth, thank you very much!) he put Mousse's glasses on his face and resumed glaring.

"Uh, Ranma...Ran-chan, I-"

His words were cut off by a hot and angry mouth on his. Ranma laid down ontop of Mousse, deepening the kiss and softening his touches, though his teeth continued torturing the other's sensitive lips. Mousse moaned into his mouth and cupped Ranma's face in his hands. They pulled apart finally and looked into each other's eyes.

"Mousse?"

"Yes, Ranma?" Came the nervous squeak.

"Did you have fun?."

"Hahaha! Yeah, um, sorta. Heh heh..."

"Good. 'Cause it's my turn!"

The nervous squeal was cut off as Ranma's mouth descended on his again. His tongue traced the outline of Mousse's lips before sliding between them and into his mouth, swirling around and tasting every part of it. Both were moaning as Ranma's hands snaked down and undid Mousse's sash, sliding the robe up to his armpits. Breaking apart ruefully, Ranma studied Mousse's flushed face and heaving chest before dipping down to take one pink nipple between his teeth.

Mousse's back arched and he groaned, arms struggling to find purchase on Ranma's back. Ranma pulled back, nipple sliding out of his grip with a snap, and holding both of Mousse's wrists over his head with one hand, turned his attention to the other neglected piece of flesh. Mousse arched again, nearly lifting completely off the ground, and wrapped his legs around Ranma's hips. He may have been reluctant for intercourse, but he was the most sensual little thing Ranma had ever seen when it came to teasing touches.

Ranma obligingly ground his hips down into Mousse's, eliciting a near scream from him and a loud moan from himself.

"Gods, I want you." He started licking his way down the sleek planes of Mousse's chest and stomach, stopping to tease his navel. Darting his tongue in and out then softly biting it, he resumed his trek down, sucking on the soft flesh just above Mousse's pants.

Mousse thrashed his head and moaned, wanton and pitiful, and oh-so-beautiful. Ranma slanted his mouth over his vocal lover's and slid his free hand down the loose blue pants. A sharp intake of breath and the quivering of powerful legs was the response Ranma got and savored as he gently fondled Mousse's sex.

This was farther than they had ever gone before, with the exception of the day's earlier 'activities' and Ranma stilled his hand, waiting for Mousse's eyes to slip back into focus.(Glasses lost in his head tossing.) They did, with a displeased moan, and Ranma saw lust-blinded consent. What was the point of teaching his lover a lesson if it was unwanted? Smiling ferally, Ranma released his grip on Mousse's hands, which immediately buried themselves in his hair. Sliding down Mousse's pants, Ranma cupped his rear as he slid his erect tip into his mouth.

Mousse screamed, pulling Ranma's hair painfully.

'Now you know how I felt!'

Ranma swirled his tongue around the tip, stabbing it into the slit and licking up the moisture there. Still massaging his rear with one hand, his slid his other up to tightly squeeze Mousse's balls. Another loud cry tore itself out of his lover, and Ranma looked up to see the smooth white column of his partner's throat contracting as he tried to stifle it. All the birds in the vicinity had fled, but that didn't mean something else wouldn't come investigate (or some*one* else, for that matter.)

Ranma returned his attention to the throbbing member in his mouth, sucking as hard as he could. Mousse opened his mouth to spout a witty comment that just popped into his head, but Ranma forbid it, and lightly raked his teeth down his length, stilling Mousse's mouth into a shocked 'O'. Mousse's eyes rolled back and his hips pressed upward as Ranma slid his mouth further down his sex, fondling his sac in apology.

With Mousse down his throat as far as he could get him, Ranma's other hand came up and made a tight ring around his base. Ranma's sex was thicker, but Mousse's was longer, and he gave a silent kudos that Mousse got as much in his mouth as he did. He smirked at that and unwittingly hummed, ripping another cry from his thrashing Amazon.

With a new tool of torture, Ranma hummed steadily and watched Mousse's face as he thrust sharply into his mouth. Taking his hand off Mousse's balls, he placed his palm just below the navel, holding him down. He felt a jerking sensation that he had experience before, and backed off on the throbbing sex in his mouth, until only the tip was left in.

Cold air replacing the hot wetness around his penis pushed Mousse over the edge. With jerking spasms, he came into Ranma's mouth as Ranma roughly pumped his length, milking him for all he was worth. Slender thighs shaking as badly as his breath, Mousse, collapsed. Ranma swallowed his lover's seed, grimaced a little at the saltiness of it, but decided that he didn't find it too unpleasant.

Sliding up next to his breathless lover, he planted soft kisses along his sweaty brow. When the world slipped back into focus, Mousse turned his head towards Ranma. He leaned closer, tongue slipping out to run along Ranma's lips. With a sigh, Ranma opened his mouth and sucked his tongue in, the suction building up between their mouths almost painful. Shifting a little, Mousse could feel Ranma's hard sex pressing into his hip. He pulled away, still breathless.

"You...you haven't-" Ranma captured his kiss swollen lips and rubbed his groin hard against Mousse's hip, his breaths soon becoming quick gasps.

Mousse pulled away again, and Ranma contented himself with tasting his throat.

"Ranma, let me..." He gasped as Ranma nipped.

"What, and let you have *all* the fun?" He grinned. "Besides, I don't trust you down there anymore." He chuckled and sucked on Mousse's earlobe.

"But..." There was a thoughtful silence. "What if  we do it another way?"

Ranma pulled his head up, looking hard into Mousse's wide, slate-blue eyes. Open love was what he saw, and his heart warmed even as his sex jumped.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I think I can only ask once, and I don't think I'll be able to stop once I start."

Mousse smiled sexily and, kicking his pants off from around his ankles, he wrapped his long legs around Ranma's hips, rubbing against him. "I'm sure."

With a groan, Ranma peeled Mousse's robe off, even as Mousse did the same to his own shirt. Ranma pulled away just long enough to remove his too-tight pants, and gaze longingly down at his lover; ready, eager, and spread out before him, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He rested his hands on Mousse's bent knees, looking down at his flushed and erect Amazon.

His. No one else's. *Now.*

He leaned down and nuzzled Mousse's sac, sliding his tongue out to lick softly at Mousse's hidden entrance. Mousse hissed, and locking his thighs around Ranma's head, rolled them both over until he was on top, sitting on Ranma's eager mouth.

"As much as I like that, I think it really is your turn."

Ranma's hands held Mousse's hips in place while he thrust his tongue deep inside his tight hole. Despite his intentions to please Ranma, Mousse's hips bucked and his head fell back. Sighing, he let Ranma's mouth suck and stretch him as he leaned back, absently running his hand up Ranma's penis.

Once that industrious mouth became too involved, Mousse pulled himself away, sliding down Ranma's body until he hovered over his lover's sex. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly lowered himself down. Ranma groaned as his sensitive head pushed between Mousse's cheeks and rubbed against his resistant muscles. With great effort, Mousse forced himself to relax, and Ranma's head slid past the tight ring into the most intense heat and tightness he had ever felt.

Not too lost in his own pleasure to miss Mousse's grimace, he reached down and caressed his love's slightly flagging member, bringing it back to full life.

After a moment of adjusting, Mousse lowered himself until he was completely impaled. He settled and froze when Ranma's balls were pressed firmly against his backside, and stayed motionless, feeling the thickness in him pulse. He tightened his muscles just to experiment, and Ranma almost climaxed right then.

Gripping his hips firmly, Ranma rolled his own hips, hissing as Mousse slid up and almost off, before quickly sliding back down to the root. Releasing one grip to tug on the tightly curled black hair and shaft of his lover, Ranma cried out as Mousse started a steady rhythm, his head rubbing hard against a spot inside his lover that sent shivers down Mousse's spine. Riding Ranma harder and harder with each thrust, they both moaned to the sky, Mousse's head again thrown back. The sound of skin slapping skin and cries of increasing volume echoed in the empty woods.

Nearing the end, Mousse leaned forward, palms flat against Ranma's chest as he slammed down onto his shaft. His hair fell down, forming a curtain around both of their faces, and they locked eyes as the first spasms of climax shook Mousse's body. His eyes clamped shut and a low, steady moan crept from his chest as his penis jerked and his inner muscles clamped down on Ranma's pistoning organ.

His penis trapped by the impossible heat gone impossibly tighter, Ranma came, pulling hard on Mousse's sex, whose semen splattered across his chest as his own shot deep inside his lover. The two continued rubbing against each other, riding the diminishing waves, until Mousse's arms gave out and he collapsed onto Ranma's chest, slipping his soft sex free.

Covered in lustrous black hair and sweat, Ranma hugged Mousse's shuddering frame close, waiting for his breathing to even out. After a few moments, Mousse looked up through his bangs and smiled sedately- and seductively, Ranma thought- as he stretched his legs out and nuzzled sleepily into his neck. Ranma rubbed his back as Mousse's breathing became uniform, drifting off to sleep himself.

He was nearly there when he heard a twig snap. A big one- no, a branch. And someone screaming 'Shiiiit' the whole way down. Ranma leaped up and threw on his clothes, draping a groggy Mousse with his own robe as he saw a heap of leaves, wood, and lech land with a heavy 'thud' on the ground. Ranma walked over and rested his foot on what he assumed was the head of the voyeur.

Mousse cleared his throat as he wobbled over, hair a mess, glasses gone, pants who-knows-where. Ranma took an instant to appreciate the flashes of long creamy legs between the slits of the long robe as Mousse walked over.

"What do we have here?"

Tearing his gaze from the pissed face, that looked very nice when pissed, Ranma reached down and hauled up...

"AKANE!?"

Both boys paled and Mousse started to nervously back up as Akane stared defiantly at Ranma, who was wishing that he hadn't grabbed her so roughly. Releasing her rumpled dress, he backed up as well to stand beside a stuttering and faintly blue Mousse.

"I knew you were acting strange, Ranma, I just *knew* you were up to something!"

"A-a-a-a-a"

"Akane, please, I can explain!"

"Just wait until I tell father!"

"A-a-k-k-k-"

"No, Akane, wait! Please!!"

"I always knew you were a heartless pervert, but now..." She closed her eyes and looked down. For an instant, Ranma thought she was crying. Then she lifted her head and mallet-sama.

"K-k-k-a-aaaa"

"AAAAH!!"

Akane chased Ranma through the woods, looping around. Dodging trees and rocks, Ranma made it back to the original clearing to find Mousse still staring at the landing sight and to 'N'. He reached out and grabbed his wrist, jerking him along as they made their way to town, Akane close behind.

"Man, you think she'd be glad that she doesn't have to marry me now! Sheesh!!"

"O-o-t-t-t"

"Oh, GOD, you're not working on her last name, are you!?"

"No, I was trying to say LOOK OUT!" Ranma slipped off the bridge, dragging Mousse with him, into the cold water.

"Quack."

"Oh, shut it!" Ranma-chan scowled as she gathered Muumuu-chan to her chest and took off, Akane just barely missing her with mallet-sama.
 

**********
 

Shampoo stepped out of the Nekohanten, determined to have a few words with *somebody.* She wouldn't be mean to Ranma, no, and Mousse was nowhere to be found, that lazy part time boy...She must seek out that Uncute mallet girl who claimed to be Ranma's fiancee! Yes, *she* would tell her what was going on, why everyone was acting so strange!

"Get back here you pervert!!"

"Air-"

Ran-chan ran right past (white duck in arms) with Akane swinging right behind him. Shampoo sighed and held her head.

"Nope, everything normal after all."

She turned and went back into the restaurant as the three ran off into the sunset, screaming, pleading, and quacking the whole way.
 

~owari~