AUTHOR'S NOTE: The idea for this plot stemmed from reading SunMoonAndSpoon's story called Aki In The Bath, where the author wonders about Hatori and Akito's sex life in one part and I thought about Akito and 'everybody' and came up with this.

WARNING SPOILERS! If you don't want to know certain things about the mysterious Akito, please don't read this.

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SEX

~It's in your eyes what's on your mind~

With all the Zodiac members at her feet how could she pick just one lowly servant to love the most? At first everyone thought it would be the rat and for a while that was the case. Only she could never fulfill that love carnally and resorted to solely beating him. Watching him cry out in pain and bleed for her was stimulating but he never reacted how she wanted him to, she wanted him to join her in her bliss. Didn't it feel good to know that all his sins could be purged with a simple stroke of a whip? At night, after he left, leaving spots of blood and teardrops on the wooden floor, in her mind's eye, she envisioned his blood was painted all over her skin. That was how strongly they were connected. He never thanked her for the attention she was lavishing on him and he never smiled.

As she grew older she knew that she needed someone else, someone who knew her secret. Within the zodiac there were only four of the elder generation that knew her true gender.

Shigure, Hatori, Ayame, and Kureno. So like a child at a zoo, she had to see all the animals, and she would have her fun with them all.

Shigure definitely had the most potential. He was handsome, knew exactly what to say and where to touch. The only problem was that he liked to take control and his favorite position made her feel disgraced. She ended it after a time and moved on to her precious doctor. Surely he who knew so much about her body could make her blood boil in her veins, and not out of anger. However, she was sorely mistaken.

Hatori liked to take his sweet time and was so gentle with her that she quickly grew bored. It was a very strange transition from being roughly taken to feeling like she was copulating with a dead fish. But the worst was yet to come.

Ayame was loud. One kiss to his jawbone had him moaning like an elephant. But she tried to ignore it and see if he could pleasure her and make her scream with even more passion. However, he did the unthinkable, he bowed to return her kiss and latched his mouth to her neck, biting into her pale soft skin, without her permission. Did she ask to be marked by the likes of him? NO! She grabbed a fistful of ridiculously long silver hair and slammed his face into the nearby wall-mirror. Whispering with murderous venom into his ear, that if he ever got close to her again, she would personally remove his tongue. With wide eyes and rubbing his now crooked nose, he nodded and dashed out of the room, completely naked.

That was the last straw; was there no one who could satisfy her desires? Was she to die without experiencing extraordinary sex? That just could not happen.

One day, a quiet man politely knocked on her door. A man that did not even belong to her, and yet here he was kneeling on the floor with eyes averted, his whole body screaming, 'Master take me' while he was utterly unaware of his own enticing appeal. She knew this was it, just by sitting there. It made her lick her lips at the sight. He appeared before her like a gift for God. Her eyes slowly scanned him up and down. She imagined him wrapped in chains and it made her quiver. She had not spoken, still had not given an order, and so he raised his face and asked what was her will? Bending her knees, lowering herself, ever so slightly, she stretched out her pale reedy arm and traced a finger down his cheek before snagging it inside his fully buttoned up dress shirt. Swiftly pulling him forward by the collar into an unexpected and heated kiss.

The bedroom, where she spent almost every second of her life, was transformed into a haven that she could actually appreciate. He allowed her to be on top and he responded with vigor to any and every wish. With each upward thrust she rose higher until she felt she could reach out her fingertips and touch the clouds, with him, she could fly.

~ to be continued ~