The Fool - Chapter 6

January 30, the night before the world was set to end. You were sitting on Akihiko's bed.

Akihiko wouldn't be home from practice for another half hour. You still thought it was silly to go to practice the day before the fight with Nyx, and you'd told him so, but he wanted to keep his mad skills up, and there was no arguing with Aki on matters of training. You got up, and started to pace back and forth. Eventually, you paused to check yourself out in the mirror. The lacy black underwear Yukari had picked out for you looked awkward on your muscular body. Magazines were always telling you that guys didn't like women with muscles.

Well, Akihiko hadn't seemed to mind so far.

And it wasn't like you were, you know, creepy muscular. You were just trim, is all. And your biceps may or may not have had more definition than the average sixteen year old girl. You didn't have a six-pack, or anything. That would be weird.

You were caught up in switching your unruly hair between up and down when you heard footsteps coming down the hall. Just barely, you managed to get over and lie down on Aki's bed before he opened the door. Your hair was still up in a ponytail, and in a ponytail it would have to stay.

The doorknob turned, and the door swung open.

"Oh, hi- um, hi?" He broke into a stammer the moment he saw you on his bed. You rolled over onto your side and propped yourself up on your elbow. Hopefully, you looked more confident than you felt. You self-consciously crossed your legs. Yukari had decided the best way to finish your ensemble was a pair of high leather boots, and you couldn't find a pair that was affordable, so the two of you had snuck into Mitsuru-senpai's room to borrow hers.

Most definitely, you would be severely punished later, but you decided right then that it was totally worth it for the way Aki's eyes were stuck on the leather clinging to your calves.

"How was practice?" you said sweetly.

"I'm all sweaty," was Akihiko's response. You chose to ignore it.

"Now that everyone knows we're dating," you continued, "I thought it would be ok to bring this down here." You reached down towards where you'd left your CD player, and you were very conscious of the way your boobs pressed forward against the cups of your bra. It had taken you all night to choose the CD you were going to bring down with you, and you pressed play with hesitation, hoping that Aki would like it. He wasn't much of a music person.

"You look hot," you said, in what you hoped was a flirty voice. Mysteriously, the more times you had sex with Akihiko, the less confident you got. Meanwhile, he was gaining confidence, but barely. You still had to initiate everything beyond gentle little kisses and stuttery invitations to "come back to his room." Once you got started, though, he was very enthusiastic.

But right now, he just looked confused.

"Thanks?"

"I meant like, warm," you laughed. "Take your shirt off." Wow, that was just lame enough to be something that Aki would say. You could feel your face turning red. Aki smiled, though, and obligingly yanked off his jacket, showing the t-shirt underneath. It had a faded Gekkoukan High School Scholar Athlete logo on it.

God, the two of you were such dorks.

Well, might as well own it.

"No, no," you said. "Do it sexy." He raised an eyebrow.

"Want me to put the jacket back on and start over?"

"Of course not." You kicked your legs out- you saw Aki checking them out again- and stood up. The music had picked up a little, and you moved with it as you took the few steps over to where your clueless boyfriend was standing. You didn't walk around in heels now as much as you'd done as a kid, but it was the sort of thing you never really forgot. Besides- for whatever reason, being a couple inches taller gave you confidence. You strutted over to Akihiko and pressed your bare torso against his body. He automatically slid his arms around your waist, though the lingerie was making him shy.

"Did you do all this for me?" he asked, a pinkish tinge taking over his cheeks.

"Um, duh." You took a hand and slid it up Aki's t-shirt. He hadn't been lying when he said he was sweaty, though at this point, you couldn't tell how much was because of boxing, and how much was because of you. While you caressed his stomach, you snaked your other arm around his neck, and pushed his face down towards yours.

He kissed you eagerly, as if he were excited for what was coming next.

Which, you know, he totally should have been.

After helping Aki out of his own t-shirt, you guided his hands back to the clasp of your lacy- and expensive- bra. It had achieved its purpose. The bra tumbled forward, exposing your tits, and one of Aki's hands followed it, cupping your breast into a gentle massage. His other hand disappeared into your panties, searching out your most delicate areas. You pulled away.

"Not so fast," you grinned, confidence swelling, and you backed away from your boyfriend, pushing off the rest of your lingerie in the process. The lacy delicates dropped around your ankles. You kicked them off, before boosting yourself up and sitting on the edge of Aki's desk.

You were sure he wouldn't mind it if it got a little wet.

"Take off your pants," you ordered. As he did so, you spread your legs and placed one of your feet on the desk beside you. As you leaned over and began to unzip the first boot, you saw his eyes linger on your glistening hole, before he demanded:

"No. Leave those on." His voice was hoarse and scratchy, and he blushed. "Um, please."

"Only if you take your socks off," you giggled. Aki looked down at his undies and socks, and blushed deeper. He tore his sweaty work-out socks off in a rush.

"Much better," you smiled, and Aki smiled back through his embarrassment, a genuine smile that you very rarely saw. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, gifting you with another deep kiss. You felt something hard pressing against your thigh. Breaking the kiss, you moved your hand towards the bulge, all while guiding his hand in a similar direction.

Calloused fingers creeped into your folds with all the apprehension and excitement of a naughty boy sneaking around where he shouldn't. You still liked the way his face lit up when he realized you were enjoying it. He was so earnest. Your own hand slipped into Aki's boxers, and you were greeted with something familiar, firm, yet soft. He let out an oh-so-manly grunt when you brushed your fingers against his tip.

Aki quickly teased open your entrance, and slid a finger inside. The intruding finger pushed deeper, swirled around inside of you. You wrapped your legs around Aki's torso. His eyes lit up when he felt your muscles tightened around him, and he forced in a second finger. The stretch made you burn. Your body ached for more of him. Fingers simply weren't enough. You tugged your first hand free and grabbed his wrist. He stopped immediately.

"What's up?" he asked. He was breathing heavily against your neck. Without saying a word, you slid yourself off the desk and turned around.

You leaned down over the desk. Your hips and ass were slightly elevated, at the perfect angle for Akihiko to enter you. He was standing behind you, and you could sense him staring, taking it all in. His warm fingers brushed against your hip, and you moaned softly, not expecting the touch.

"Do it, Aki," you breathed. That spurred him to action, and he quickly shuffled out of his boxers. You felt him position himself at your entrance. He slid inside, and you felt his sharp intake of breath. He slid back out, and you scooted your legs only slightly further apart. He pushed himself into you again. With each thrust, he gained confidence, settling into an easy rhythm.

Akihiko had a gift for applying the perfect amount of pressure. He was never too gentle, or too rough- he sensed what you wanted, and proceeded accordingly. His body's intuition had been honed by years of athletics.

Yours, however, was borne of experience.

You had been a lonely kid, of course, growing up with no parents. As a young girl, you'd been practically invisible, just one more round-faced orphan in a sea of sad faces. Once you got older, though, something changed.

You became pretty.

Not model-pretty, of course, but you had reasonably handsome features, and your red hair made you stand out. You hit puberty, sprouted some tits, and the boys began to notice you. When you were fourteen, you were prescribed birth control pills to regulate your periods. At that point, all bets were off.

At your old high school, you'd bedded dozens of guys. If you couldn't get pregnant, there were no consequences, or so you told yourself. And each boy you were close to, each boy that you led to a dark hallway or an empty bathroom, made you feel important. Every time you were close to someone, even if only for five minutes, you were able to forget that you were a miserable orphan with no friends.

You gave up your whoring ways when you came to Gekkoukan, though. You weren't entirely sure why. Fighting Shadows gave you an outlet that was totally independent of your vagina, you supposed. In any case, you still loved a good hard fuck, and you arched yourself up towards Aki's hips.

"Do it harder," you grunted. But despite your demands, he was losing momentum, not gaining it. You let out a frustrated whine and pushed yourself back onto him.

"Wait," Akihiko said. "This isn't right." He stopped completely. Sliding himself out, he separated your bodies. Despite your show of confidence, something cold clutched at your heart. This isn't right? What was up?

Did he not want you anymore?

Using his fingers, Aki gently twisted you around to face him. Your bodies pressed together, but your confidence was shaken, and you found yourself unable to look directly into his eyes. You braced yourself for the moment when you would get kicked out of his room for being a stupid whore.

That, however, wasn't exactly what happened.

"I wanna see your face," he said, simply. He reached behind you and tugged out your hair tie. Your bushy hair fell down all over your back and shoulders. "I don't want anything fancy. Just you."

Just me.

Aki led you across the room, lowered you onto his bed. Without another word, he moved to your right thigh, right where boot met skin. Your thighs tingled as he began sliding the zipper down, pulling Mitsuru-senpai's boot free and tossing it aside. He did the same to the second boot. Aki sat back to admire his handiwork.

You'd been naked around him loads of times, but you'd never felt so exposed.

"You're beautiful," he said simply. Your blush deepened. The worst with Aki was that he could say the stupidest shit, but you knew him, and you knew that he never said anything he didn't mean, even if his words were cold and brutally honest. He meant all the good things he said, too.

"You're beautiful, too," you blurted out, in a desperate bid to draw attention away from yourself. As you said the words though, you looked at Aki- really looked at him. He was sitting back on his heels, and you took in his trim, pale body, and his silver hair and pale eyes, and his awkward, lopsided smile. Something warm that wasn't lust bubbled in your gut. He really was beautiful.

Without losing his smile, Aki moved up the bed and eased himself on top of you. His weight pressed against you reassuringly, and he offered you a slow kiss before burying his face in your neck. Using his hand, he guided himself back inside of you, and started a slow, gentle rhythm.

For a long time, you lay perfectly still. You were in foreign territory, unused to not being in charge, and an unfocused anxiety was bubbling its way up through your system.

Loathe though you were to admit it, you'd never just had sex before. You'd always used sex as a tool to get something you wanted, even if that something was nothing more than attention. Akihiko, shy, timid Aki, did not appear to share any of your concerns. You could feel his contented expression as he breathed against your neck.

"Aki," you murmured. "Go faster."

"Ok." Akihiko picked up the pace. The pretty smell of sex took over you. Skin rubbed roughly on skin, but despite the inherent physicality of the act, everything seemed gentle, somehow. The feel of Aki entering you, then sliding out, then pushing in again- all of it felt as natural as giving a hug. You reach a hand up to massage his hair, and in return, he dribbled tiny kissed on your neck.

"Aki," you gasped. A slow burn was taking over your lower half. You wrapped one leg around Aki to anchor yourself. He gasped in surprise when you tightened around him. His thrusts became harsh and erratic. You felt yourself fill up with something warm and fluid, and Aki cried out, but he didn't slow down. His release heated you up from the inside out, and you began to lose it, too.

You were used to quickies, stolen moments, sharp bursts of intensity. The heat taking over your body was anything but sharp, or quick. This time, things started out slow, then they started to grow. The pleasure rolled over you, a slow climb up a gentle hill, then a moment of triumph at its peak, before tumbling down the other side as if nothing mattered in the world.

It was a very dramatic orgasm.

Aki's movements slowed, then stopped, and at some point he gently pulled himself out of you, and he snuggled against your side, and juicy fluids were dripping out of you, but through it all, you barely moved. You lay there on the sticky sheets, eyes half-closed, spent and content. The expression "lazy as fuck" contained new meaning.

Both of you lay in silence until your bodies dried, somewhat, and your breathing returned to normal. Eventually, Akihiko became concerned that you hadn't moved or spoken at all.

"Um. Are you ok?" he asked shyly. Your inner calm came crashing down, and you forced out a stammer.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. I mean, thanks. Um." You stumbled over your words, and crossed your legs a little, suddenly embarrassed. Akihiko's brow furrowed.

"Are you sure-"

"Aki?" You took a deep breath. Come on, girl. Three little words. If the world ends tomorrow, you won't get another chance. This is it. Point of no return. Fish or cut bait.

"I," you started. Your palms were sweaty. "Aki, I lo-" The words weren't coming out. "Um, I lo-"

"I know," Aki whispered kindly. His lips brushed against your cheek. "I love you, too."

"No! I'm gonna say it." You sat upright, naked and determined. Ok, so you'd never confessed your love to anyone before. You'd never really loved anyone before. You weren't even sure if what you were feeling was love. But, well, end of the world.

"Senpai," you said formally. "I love you."

"Thanks," Aki laughed. You lay back down, leaned your face against Aki's shoulder, and smiled.

"I've never told anyone I loved them before," you admitted. "That's why I wanted to do it for real."

"Yeah," Aki said. "Me neither, before I met you." He tucked his arm under you and pulled you closer, into a proper snuggle. You wrapped an arm around his middle. The two of you had so much in common. It was amazing you'd managed to find each other, really.

"I guess orphans don't get loved as much as other people," you sighed. Akihiko's calm expression turned into a frown.

"Hey, don't say that." You said nothing. "I think- hmm." He paused in thought for a moment before continuing. "It sounds weird, but people who have suffered- people who have bad things happen to them- seem to turn out better, in the end. That's what I think."

You thought of Shinji, sacrificing himself to protect Ken. You thought of the rest of your friends, forced to carry the weight of saving the entire world on their shoulders. All of you had most definitely suffered.

You'd be willing to take a blow for any of them.

"You know," you smiled. "Maybe you're right."

You spent a long time with Akihiko.

God. I don't have a lot of experience writing romance porn. There's so much Feelings and Introspection that this is barely even porn, LOL. I stared at it and rewrote crap and whined about it so much that now, I'm just gonna put it out there for the public, and y'all can tell me what I should do differently next time.

MORE IMPORTANTLY.

I finally played Persona 4! I loved it to death. It was such a gay romp in the park compared to the never-ending angst party of Persona 3. Some things were lame, though. I mean, really? Yukiko's Deepest Darkest Secret is that she resents being forced to take over her family's business? That's, like, standard-issue human behavior. Someone also needs to call up Atlus and tell them that trans people are a thing in the world. BUT. I enjoyed the game very much.

My favorite character is Kanji, just like, you know, everyone. The saddest part in the game is when Yosuke says he doesn't want to change his e-mail address because someone of his old city friends might still want to talk to him, someday. Ouch. WAIT. I take it back- my favorite character is Yosuke's bright red pants. The creepiest part is when Doujima shouts "Hang on, Nanako! Daddy's comin' for ya!" The funniest part is when the nurse gives you anatomy lessons. LOL.

Well, in any case, as of right now, I think my favorite in the series is the updated version of P3 that incorporates the nicer features of P4.

Q OF THE DAY: Does anyone have any fun P4 (or P3, really) fic recommendations? Pairings really don't matter to me at all. I love everyone equally!