Standard issue disclaimer: Masaki Tsuzuki created, and Seven Arcs owns, Nanoha. I am not any of them. This is a parody, protected speech.

Fair warning - at least one reader whos been told what this chapter contains has told me that he was going to drop the story in response. He can do that. So can you. This is Hayate/Wolkenritters. All of them.

Dangerous Tendencies
Chapter 2 - Hayate

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It's not easy to manage a harem.

The above is a good example of a statement that will invite scorn from certain people. It's part of the same class of statements as, "I'm so beautiful it's a curse," or "I have so much money, I don't know what to do with it all," or "I can't eat another bite." When those who wish that they had such problems - or, to be accurate, wish they had the situations implied by those problems - hear those statements, they are wont to make cutting and sarcastic remarks.

Such people forget the adage, "The grass is always greener on the far side of the hill." Everything seems easy to those who are not involved in it.

Hayate Yagami (she had long since ceased to think of her name in Japanese order) was well aware of the fact that most people would not view her problems with harem management as problems. That was part of the reason that she never voiced a word of complaint about them where anyone else could hear, saving such ruminations for private moments like now, when she was alone in the bath. (The other part, of course, was that, name or no name, she was Japanese, and had learned from a young age not to draw attention to herself by complaining.)

It simply wouldn't do to assign each of her consorts a given day of the week on which they and they alone would have her romantic attention. After all, they were serving officers in the Bureau, and could conceivably be called away to deal with situations at a moment's notice. Given the duration of such situations, it would be easy fo days to go unfilled unless exchanged with someone else, opening up the question of the validity of such trades, and leading to potentially relationship-ending quarrels.

So instead of anything so formalized, the delicate balancing act of maintaining her polyamorous relationship with her sworn protectors rested entirely on her slender shoulders. She decided whose turn it was, and her decisions were final. The Wolkenritter accepted this with quiet confidence that their beloved mistress would never make a mistake. For the last four years, she'd proved worthy of their trust.

Well, almost four years. They were coming up on her birthday soon, and it had been on her fourteenth birthday that she had decided to take her relationship with her kids to the next level. It hadn't been casually done. She had quietly studied the laws of Mid-Childa, where she by then considered herself a citizen, and quietly and surreptitiously questioned Vita about previous masters. She'd suspected, and been right, that a few of them had used the power of the bond to force her knights to satisfy their lusts.

Hayate had not wanted to be one of those masters. She had no real model for what she wanted to be, but she knew that she could never force her loved ones to do anything. Manipulation was another story all together.

And so ...

On her fourteenth birthday, after the cake and the presents, she sits among her loved ones with a content smile on her face. It is Shamal who gives her the opening that she needs, when the knight of the lakes asks, "So, was there anything you wanted but didn't get this year?"

Hayate, still smiling, simply says, "Yes."

Shamal looks a little startled. It's Vita who says, excitedly, "Well, you should have said so sooner! If there's something you want, there's still time, we can probably get it!"

"Ah, but it's something you can't buy in a store, Vita," she tells the tiny red-head. "And, actually, it's something I want to give to all of you, as well as getting."

Signum curves one of her delicate eyebrows. "Oh? What gift are you talking about?"

Hayate draws in a deep breath. "Myself," she says at last.

Silence reigns for a moment, before Vita says, flatly, "I don't get the joke. How are we supposed to give you yourself?"

Before she can reply, Zafira raises his voice. She has come to know him as perhaps the wisest of her companions, the moreso because he so seldom says anything, simply watching, learning and waiting. For him to break his silence is to declare his words of importance. And once again, he does not disappoint. "Hayate ... are you saying that you want us to take you as a lover?" he asks.

Vita turns to look sharply at him. "Don't be ridiculous, Zafira, that's not what she means!" Back to Hayate. "That's not what you mean, right, Hayate?" she asks, seeking reassurance. Yet does Hayate imagine that she sees a certain well-hidden hope in those eyes?

"That's what I mean," she says, and watches Vita's eyes go wide.

"All of us?" the petite knight of the hammer squeaks a moment later.

"All of you," Hayate repeats. "My knights ... no. My family, you are the only people in the world that I truly and utterly love." And this is true, for the day when she will see a tearful Nanoha and realize how much she loves her is still a year or more in the future. "I want to give myself to you, and I want you to give me acceptance of that gift. But. I realize that this must be your decision. I will be saddened if you choose not to do so, but I will not love you any less."

With that declaration, she stands up from where she was seated on the couch. The eyes of her knights, one and all, are upon her. "I will be waiting for you in my room," she says, and casually walks to the bedroom door. Within the room, she quickly and efficiently strips down to her chemise and panties before plopping herself down on the bed.

She fights down an urge to smirk when Vita enters the room just a moment later. It's easy to do so; Vita looks terrified as she stands just inside the doorway. After a few false starts, the knight says, "They, they decided I should, should g-go first."

"I was hoping you would." Hayate says gently, holding out her hands.

Vita still hasn't moved. "H-hayate," she stammers. "I, I don't, don't remember much, I don't want to remember, but ... but I remember that it hurts, the first time, and I don't ever ever ever want to hurt you and -" She is clearly panicking.

Hayate immediately gets up and crosses the room to enfold Vita in her arms. "You won't," she whispers soothingly. "You won't ever ever ever hurt me, Vita-chan. Not unless you walk away from me."

Drawing strength from the touch, Vita hisses, "I won't do that, ever, but -"

"That's already done," she tells her. "Gym class, a few months ago." And then she leans down and presses her lips to Vita's, striving to communicate all the warmth and joy that the little knight has brought into her life with just this gesture. She can't, of course. But perhaps a little more practice will help.

Cradling Vita against herself, she guides them both to the bed, never ceasing to kiss and stroke Vita's face until they collapse onto the sheets, and then pulling back only to pull the chemise off so that Vita's mouth can dash up towards her own small breast, licking and biting at her nipples like the baby she never was. She smiles with pleasure at the sensation, but doesn't let it distract her from the work of stripping her knight's clothes off as well.

Eventually, the microskirt and the panties are down, and she leaves the thigh-high striped stockings alone as she pulls her chest away from Vita's lips. Smiling gently at the Vita's whine of displeasure, she kisses down the front of her t-shirt to her bellybutton, and then further down to look up at Vita's face from between her thighs. "I love you," she says, and lowers her mouth to Vita's core.

Instant, immediate, energetic orgasm. Hayate isn't surprised at all by how piercing the screams coming from Vita's mouth are as she delicately licks, adding three fingered penetration to the technique eventually. Vita explodes in near continuous shrieks of passionate release.

"Oh, you are so noisy," says a coolly amused voice from beside the bed. Signum has already let her skirt drop around her heels and is pulling her blouse off over her head as they look up at her. In a moment, she is on the bed kissing Hayate between Vita's knees and reaching down to undo the string on her master's panties. Hayate kisses Signum right back, their tongues rubbing against each other languidly, then pulls back to silently gesture towards Vita's lower lips.

Signum shakes her head in a polite refusal. She didn't come here to make love to Vita, after all. Her hand moves from Hayate's newly denuded hip to the lightly furred patch above her mound. Now it is Hayate's turn to shake her head in polite refusal.

"Vita, you don't want to be selfish do you?" she asks, spreading her legs. It takes Vita an eyeblink to leap around to the other side of the bed and go down on her master, repaying the tribute she's received in kind. Laughing faintly at her enthusiasm, Signum brings her breast up to Hayate's lips, a gift eagerly accepted as her lips rain kisses down upon the large mounds.

As Hayate has her first orgasm from Vita's lips, she spasmodically slides her hand down Signum's belly, brushing through the perfectly trimmed purple pubic hair to the cleft below it. The message she sends is clear, and Signum, kissing her once more, pulls her body up so that Hayate can do unto her as she is being done unto by Vita. But at first she does not do, merely caressing Signum's entrance with soft puffs of her breath.

Until at last, Signum says the words that Hayate needs to hear. "Please, don't tease me so," she murmurs." And Hayate smiles as she begins to kiss, lick and suckle. Because teasing is what she has to do, to bring release to this supremely self-controlled of her knights. Teasing is the only way that self-control will shatter, to let the passion she knows lies within explode forth.

And besides, it's fun. So she teases the first of several orgasms out of Signum, and if during one of them she hears the knight hiss "Tst!", as though almost, but not quite, saying a certain name, she pays it no mind. A great heart, such as she possesses, has lots of room.

Eventually, Signum falls backwards off Hayate's face, trembling with sensation, and Vita pulls herself up to kiss Hayate's juice-stained lips once more. And it is then that they see Shamal standing, naked as a jaybird, beside the bed, looking down at them with an uncertain expression.

"I'm not sure that this isn't a very big mistake," she says sadly. But that uncertainty doesn't stop her from letting Hayate pull her down to lie beside her, nor does it stop her from kissing Hayate with full responsivity and passion. It is with Shamal that she learns to grind together, breasts and parts lower rubbing together so that pleasurable friction is created, something she didn't realize was possible.

Of course, a healer would know more about how the body functions, but Shamal's expertise does not seem so clinical. They had been ill-used by many of their masters, her knights, but some, Vita had allowed, had been kind. Now she wonders if that might have been more than kindness ... but if so, it is surely none of her concern.

Eventually, Shamal lies sated beside her, with Vita and Signum curled up beside her in different ways. And then she hears a throat being cleared above her. "I almost think I don't belong here," says Zafira, looking just a bit embarassed in his briefs.

"You do," Hayate assures him, sitting up and sliding to sit on the edge of the bed. "You do," she repeats, reaching up to the briefs, pulling their elastic down to expose the hardened organ hidden beneath, and bending forward to -

His hands rest firmly on her shoulders, stopping her and making her look up. "You don't have to do that," he says.

"But I can. And I want to. Do you want me to?" she asks.

For a second, his only answer is his breath, and then he lets his hands fall, and she continues to lean forward to take him in her mouth. And this is what it has all been for, all the videos, all the manga, it has all been training for this moment. With her other knights, she can do what she knows would bring pleasure to herself, or answer their unfamiliar motions with ones of her own. But she has no idea what to do to bring pleasure to the alien body of a man, save intellectually. It will have to be enough.

Eventually, his hardness is sufficiently wet enough. It was never a question of making it harder, only of making it more lubricated. She stops sucking, leans back and spreads her legs, and he falls forward and slides into her. She realizes that her head is lying in Shamal's lap, and the knight gently caresses her cheek and murmurs soothingly.

Which is good, because despite the loss of her maidenhead before this, Zafira's thing is wider than any of the fingers that have entered her, and it penetrates further. It feels good, but there is pain involved, and the gentle fingers in her hair, and the lips of Signum and Vita on her breasts, distracts her long enough for the pain to ease, for the pleasure to grow.

For her part, she reaches up to experiment, to see if it is as pleasurable for a man to receive kisses to his nipples as it is for a woman. The results are inconclusive; she thinks she sees Zafira smiling, but who can know why? Particularly as he reaches his climax and spills his seed within her. His pleasure gives rise to her own, and she climaxes as well.

Moments later, she lies in bed surrounded by her family, enjoying how easy they have all become with each other. "So was that the birthday present you wanted, Hayate?" Vita asks, nuzzling her cheek.

"Almost," she says wearily.

"Oh, come now," Shamal objects. "What more could you want?"

"I haven't had the pleasure of one of my knights' company, yet," she replies, looking fondly at Zafira.

"Eh?" asks Vita.

Once again, Zafira grasps her meaning before the others do, and once again, he says, "Hayate, are you saying -"

"Yes," she answers, and rolls over onto her stomach. "I love all of you ... and I love all of all of you."

For a moment, she thinks that she has pushed too far, that he will refuse her this. And then, in the stillness that follows, she feels a long, long tongue licking at her, and smiles in bliss as she lifts her rear up to allow him better access. And then she feels fur brushing against her skin, and paws resting delicately on her shoulders, as she is penetrated yet again, and the long, wolfy tongue caresses her cheek.

"Hayate," says Vita, spreading her legs before her as Zafira pounds away behind her, an invitation that she's only too happy to accept ...

"Hayate," said Vita once again, jolting Hayate out of her reminiscence. The smallest - or rather, second smallest, now that she had awakened Reinforce Zwei - of her knights was standing at the bathroom door, wrapped in a towel and looking at her a bit anxiously.

"Ah!" she says. "I'm sorry, I must have dozed off."

Vita lets out a sigh of relief, then looks purposeful. "Hayate, can I come in there with you?" she asks.

"Only to bathe," Hayate reminds her warningly. "No fooling around in the furo." She'd established that rule early on. Lustful as she was, even Hayate needed occasional moments of rest. The bath provided her with a convenient excuse.

But Vita held up a hand and waved it. "I'm not, I don't," she said, sounding just a bit nervously. "I just want to be with you for a while."

Hayate blinked, but nodded, and carefully watched the little girl as she scrubbed herself clean. "Did you and Signum have another fight?" she asked abruptly.

Vita sighed. "I've told you, we don't fight," she said wearily. "Do you hear air raid bullhorns? You would if we fought. We had a ... difference of opinion, that's all," she concluded after dousing away the last of the suds.

Hayate waited until Vita was sitting beside her in the bath to wrap her arm around her shoulders. "And what was your difference of opinion about?" she asked softly.

"'s not important," Vita muttered, dropping her chin until her mouth was just above the water level.

Hayate coughed delicately, before giving Vita a 'remember who I am' look. She didn't like to assert her authority, but when it came to disputes between her beloveds, she couldn't afford to scruple. The structure of their lives together was too delicate for that.

"It was just ..." Vita trailed off, looking frustrated, then continued in an aggravated tone. "She was mooning about 'Testarossa' again, and I just got sick of it and told her to go confess already. It drives me crazy to watch her doing that! I mean, if you like someone, you tell them, right? But she acts all superior, saying she doesn't feel like interfering with Fate and Nanoha's thing, so she'd rather suffer in silence, and it pisses me off, and I tell her so. And then, then she says something so utterly stupid that - hrrrrgh!" Vita broke off with a growl.

"Mm-hm," Hayate said, having already guessed what the utterly stupid thing was. "Yes, I wish Signum would be a little more direct about how she feels. I think it would really make her happy."

"Exactly!" Vita agreed enthusiastically.

"But I can understand why she's not," Hayate continued. "I wonder if maybe she's worried that openly loving someone else will mean that she doesn't love me as much as she did?"

Vita snorted. "That's silly! Shamal and Zafira love you as much as they did, even though they're together, so why would she think something like that?"

"Yes, that's a good question," Hayate agreed, looking right at Vita.

Vita avoided returning the gaze. "I don't know what she thinks," she said. "Of course, I don't really understand why she'd want to love someone else at all. I only love you, Hayate. Only you."

"Mm-hm," said Hayate. It was a very useful non-comittal response. She'd grown adept at using them as she rapidly rose through the ranks. "And you're not bothered by the fact that I love other people as well as you."

"Course not!" Vita said, almost proudly. "You're Hayate! You have so much love to give, it's scary."

"Well, thank you, Vita, but I don't think I'm that special," she said demurely. "But you know, it's not true that you don't love anyone but me."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not. You wouldn't be so upset with Signum for hurting like she does if you didn't love her. In a different way than you love me, of course."

"Well, okay, yes, that's true," Vita allowed.

"And you love Signum and Zafira, in a different way again. And Rein. And the old folks you help out. And Fate. And ... Nanoha," she said, getting a reluctant nod from Vita after each of those points ... except the last.

To that one, Vita sniffed, turned away and said, "I guess."

And Hayate smiled.

NEXT: Vita.