A/N: Not too sure about this one myself. Don't think I can write submissive male characters all that well, I think.

That said, hope you enjoy~

Shelter

It was a rainy night in Millennium.

The skies were dark, the distant clap of thunder audible every now and again and seeming to make the rain pour down all the harder, the dull roar oddly pleasant. Shelter could be found beneath outcrops and overhanging ledges, alleyways a common place to take refuge from the pouring rain.

A young man by the name of Erico didn't. With hands stuffed into his pockets he moved down the numerous alleyways with a confidence that came with familiarity. This late at night there wasn't anyone around to see nor slow him, not that there would be in this weather anyway – and it was truly quite the downpour, the rain roaring against every surface it hit, and even in the shelter of the alleyway he could feel a fair bit of rain pour down onto the top of his hoodie.

'Hah... I'll need to dry this before tomorrow...' Erico thought to himself with a sigh, tugging on the strings and tightening the hood around his face a bit more. 'Cold tonight... huh?'

His train of thought was interrupted when he turned a corner, the short alleyway leading to his house laying ahead... and there, slumped against the wall, was a girl. Immediately he was taken by her beauty, her dark blue hair wet from the rain and draped down her back and emphasising her bright blue eyes. The tight pants and sleeveless crop-top she wore only added to her beauty... but any such thoughts were purged form his mind as he took note of another detail.

Wounds. The jacket sinking off of her shoulders was riddled with holes and explosive burns, her arms had cuts and several bleeding wounds, whilst her taut stomach had a nasty-looking gash as if sliced by a weapon or machine. Probably Millennium police bots if he was to guess, but why she would be attacked by them eluded him. Maybe she was a criminal?

Or maybe not. It wasn't his place to judge.

''Hey, are you-''

He got no further before the beauty raised her head in alarm, her gun pointed his way – her trigger-finger stalled only when he raised both hands up in a universal sign of surrender.

Silence reigned for a long few seconds, broken only by the ceaseless downpour around them.

''Easy...'' Erico said slowly, daring to lower his hands little-by-little. The woman narrowed her eyes, but mercifully didn't pull the trigger. ''Are you alright? You're bleeding a lot.''

''...this...'' She breathed. ''...is nothing.''

As if her body decided to refute that claim specifically a cough spasmed its way out of her throat, the mask over her face doing little to dim the sound. Erico took a step closer out of concern but the moment he did Saori held her gun back up, though her aim was uncertain when she was coughing so badly. After a long moment she managed to get her breathing back under control, though was noticeably panting now, her forehead damp with sweat.

Erico dared to approach again. The woman gave him a hostile look but he kept up his approach, stopping a few feet away and crouching down, allowing him to sling his small backpack off of his shoulder. She kept staring at him distrustfully but the moment he pulled out a roll of bandages from the pack the hostility waned somewhat, confusion taking its place.

''I've got first aid training.'' He elaborated. ''I can help.''

''...I don't need it.''

''I think you do.''

A moment of silence, then she lowered her gun. Taking that as a sign to continue Erico cautiously approached, and from so close he was able to really take in her beauty – her fine features, her slender figure that failed to hide the well-trained muscles beneath her soft-looking skin... she was beautiful. He pushed aside the attraction however and began addressing her wounds; bandaging here, applying antiseptic there, just field-dressing them as best he could. Most of them were thankfully fixable, but the one on her stomach looked like it'd need more time to heal than just a day or two.

''What's your name?'' Erico asked as he worked.

''...Saori...''

''I'm Erico.'' He introduced with what he hoped was a reassuring smile, not daring to look her in the eye. Not when they were so close.

He didn't think he could keep the heat from his cheeks if he did.

''What happened?'' Erico asked instead, if only to fill the silence.

''...Millennium students ambushed me.'' Saori stated stiffly, almost reluctantly.

''Why?''

At that she didn't elaborate, just humming non-committally. Erico didn't let it get to him though and continued working on her; finishing up the wound on her stomach and working on her arms next, tightly winding bandages where he could without hampering her mobility. If what she said was true then the risk of those same students coming for her was high, and he doubted she'd appreciate being immobilised due to her bandages.

An idea struck him then; one he vocalised a moment later. ''Do you want to come to my place for a bit?''

''...what?''

''Since you're injured.'' He clarified after a second, heat flushing his cheeks. ''You said some Millennium students were gunning for you, right? They won't think to look there. I live alone and as long as you don't make a mess, I don't mind hosting you until you're healed.''

Saori eyed him closely. ''Why?''

At that, he just shrugged. ''You're injured. What kind of a person would I be if I just left you in an alleyway to fend for yourself?''

Saori seemed to mull that over for a long moment. As she did so Erico returned to his backpack and stuffed his bandages and other materials back inside, slinging it over one shoulder and cautiously looking around. Nobody was spying on them or preparing an ambush, so he felt confident that the supposed Millennium students weren't around yet. Yet, being the operative word.

''So, you up for it?'' He finally asked her.

Saori looked up at him, then at the hand he offered to her.

She took it a second later. ''Fine. Let's move.''

With a smile Erico complied, leading the mysterious woman back to his home.

X-x-X

Several days passed.

Time flew by startlingly fast with Saori now living with him. What was originally a fairly bland morning and evening routine between work now had the added oddity that was Saori. For the most part she laid about and rested but she was curious about him and, admittedly, he was about her too. She closed off pretty quickly whenever he asked her about anything personal or how she got injured, but outside of that, she was quite open about her thoughts, be it about various hobbies or bits of news. To his amusement she got engrossed in video games quite quickly.

He changed her bandages twice per day and treated her injuries when needed, he brought her dinner when she felt too tired to come sit at the table – honestly he felt like a nurse taking care of his patient and he couldn't be happier about the arrangement. Maybe it was because Saori was so pretty or he was eager for company, but despite having to house a complete stranger... it was nice.

How much longer it'd last though... that, he wasn't sure.

Given that he changed her bandages he could monitor how well she was healing, and she was healing well. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still it showed that her body was well on the way to recovery – the wound on her stomach had even healed up most of the way and would be fixed within the week, possibly not even leaving a scar. As such Saori wouldn't be staying in his house for any longer than that, possibly even no more than a few days judging by how much she was itching to get out and about once more.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that. On one hand it was good that she healed, both so she wasn't hurt but also so that she could get back to her friends that she'd hinted at during their conversations. On the other hand, however, part of him longed for her to stay, as unrealistic as that delusion was. It wasn't even a wise want either; if her getting hurt this badly was any indication whoever was gunning for her wasn't playing around, and even if Saori stayed inside 24/7 – something bordering on impossible – they would eventually find her, and he would be caught in the crossfire.

No, it was best to let her go free... even though the thought pained him somewhat.

Erico shook his head lightly, brown hair shifting with the motion before he brushed it aside slightly, idly noting that it was getting longer again. The idle thought distracted him from his woes for just a moment though, the sombre though lingering in his mind as he made his way through to his bedroom. The freshly-washed clothes held in his hands found themselves a new home atop his dresser and he stopped in front of it, just staring into space.

'...I shouldn't get too attached, this is probably just tempor-'

His thought process was cut short, however, when he heard motion behind him. It was slow and purposeful, and on reflex Erico turned to look behind him, somewhat surprised to find Saori standing in the doorway. She was wearing the same crop-top and pants she'd worn when they first met, only now her thick boots were replaced with simple black socks and her mask was absent, as was her heavy coat.

''Saori?'' Erico queried in confusion. ''Did you need something?''

The dark-haired girl said nothing; staring at him for a long second before averting her eyes. The sight wasn't unusual but the way her cheeks dusted pink was, his stomach twisting with a myriad of emotions. She looked cute when she blushed. Doing his best to smile comfortingly the young man meandered over to her, touching her arm and drawing her gaze back onto him, a silent question in his eyes.

After a second Saori spoke. ''I wanted to repay you for letting me stay.''

Blunt and to-the-point as ever, he could only think with a wry smile. ''I've told you already Saori, it's fine. I helped you without any expectation of payment.''

Saori frowned at him. It wasn't the first time she'd suggested she repay him but honestly he didn't want anything; it felt wrong to ask for something in return from an injured person. Clearly however Saori didn't share the same sentiment and had been trying for the better part of the week to convince him otherwise – floating ideas from becoming his maid until she'd repaid him, to working as an assistant or something, to even just doing his house chores for a few weeks. All of which he shot down.

Just as he was about to gently turn her down again, however, Saori put her hands on his shoulders – and then pushed him back. Erico stumbled for a solid second before catching his ankle on the foot of his bed and falling back onto it with a yelp, startled silent for a solid second. A second was all it took for Saori to get on top of him, her dark hair tickling his face and her fingers curling around his wrists, pinning him down to the bed.

Some rational part of his brain told him he should be afraid, or intimated.

Another, much larger part of his brain told him that Saori looked downright gorgeous.

''You...'' Saori breathed out, sending pleasant shivers running up his spine.

Then just as he made to speak again, Saori leaned down – and her lips connected with his own. They were softer than he anticipated, bereft of lipstick but with a gentleness that made him melt under her, groaning in surprise as Saori drew out the kiss. It lasted for a small eternity before Saori pulled back from the kiss, a gentle breath tickling his lips and her hair spilling over him in a curtain, as if hiding the world away from them and leaving just the two of them alone in it.

''I'll pay you back.'' Saori whispered. ''Just stay there. I'll... figure it out.''

Before he could contemplate her words Saori closed the distance once more; muffling his groan as she kissed him deeply. He reciprocated wholeheartedly, heart elated even as uncertainty remained within – but in that moment he quenched such thoughts, just enjoying the feeling of Saori kissing him. She pulled back first but connected their lips again a heartbeat later, her right hand shifting around to the back of his left and guiding it up – and soon something soft was pushed into his palm, round and covered with cloth. Her right breast, he realised in the back of his mind.

Tentatively he groped her. Though she still had her crop-top on he could only marvel at how soft her chest felt, and as he sunk his fingers into her clothed tit he realised she wasn't wearing a bra of any kind underneath; her nipple poking into his palm as he felt her up. That just enticed him to wriggle his other hand free and to cup her other breast too, fondling the busty girl and coaxing a low, almost shy hum out of her.

''Mm- haah...'' Saori exhaled as she drew back from the kiss, staring into his eyes for a second.

Then rather than go for his lips, she shuffled back down his front. The reason why became apparent as she hooked her fingers into his pants and yanked them down to his knees, his cheeks blossoming red as his boxers were bared, but without missing a beat Saori grabbed them and yanked them down as well – allowing his hardening cock to spring out. She paused at the sight of it, her pink cheeks gaining more colour the longer she stared, and he realised that this was possibly the first time she'd seen a dick.

Such thoughts were pushed from his mind though as Saori grasped the base of his cock, her hand so soft it made him gasp a little – and then a sharp moan fled his throat as she licked the tip of his dick. Saori glanced up at him at the sound but when he didn't protest she did it again, then again, her tongue hot and wet with saliva as she dragged it over the bulbous tip, lifting his dick a little with the motion until he was fully erect in her hold. The moment he was Saori started to pump his length, fingers curl and hand stroking along his shaft, her curled fingers reaching no further than the crown of his cock before she stroked back down once more, the pace slow but pleasurable.

Then her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth. The engulfing warmth of her mouth felt heavenly and the young man could only moan blissfully as she accepted just over half of his dick inside, her tongue a hot bed for his cock to rest upon whilst her soft, plump lips pursed around his dick. They slid along it from mid-way along the shaft up to the very tip, almost seeming to kiss the tip before she plunged back down once more. Her curled fingers rose when her lips did and descended in the same motion, assuring not a spot of his cock was unattended to.

And it all felt amazing.

''Ahh... mn... S-Saori~'' Erico moaned submissively.

Saori looked up at him then, holding his gaze as she kept sucking his cock – the wet, daresay sloppy noises of her blowjob only adding to how intense it felt for him. His throat closed up and he gripped at the sheets on either side of him, keeping himself propped up just so he could look at Saori as she sucked him off. From the gentle caresses of her lips to her hot flicks of her tongue or even the firm grip of her hand, all of it just felt so good it was like his dick was melting.

She only got more confident with every passing second, her fingers releasing his cock and both of her hands settling on his thighs as he got more into it. She broke eye-contact and took him in deeper, her grunts wet and husky as more and more went between those plump lips – and Erico moaned as she finally deep-throated him. Saori pulled back quickly, one hand coming to touch her throat, but after only a brief pause she throated him once more – and then again, and again, deep-throating his dick like her life depended on it.

''A-Ah, Saori, it feels- mn... feels good...'' Erico managed to get out between breaths.

Saori made a low hum in reply, squeezing his thighs as she kept throating his dick. Her nose brushed against his groin and the wet, inviting warmth of her mouth kept engulfing his dick, her motions only growing faster and faster as she practically propelled herself down his dick, sucking him off as best she could just to pay back what she felt like was a debt owed. The thought somehow made the blowjob feel so much lewder, molten bliss shooting up his dick-

-and then he peaked, gasping sharply as he came in Saori's mouth. The dark-haired student grunted and slid her lips back up to the tip, her fingers curling around the base of his cock and jerking him off as he came, forcing torrents of seed onto her tongue that she audibly swallowed. The sound only amplified how immensely lewd it all felt, his head dizzy with the barrage of pleasure.

''Mm- ahh...'' Saori finally popped her lips off of his dick, panting. ''Did... you like that...?''

The groan that tumbled from Erico's lips answered that question easily enough. Saori's lips twitched up at the corners and she hummed in acknowledgement, rising to her feet and without hesitation reached down to her belt, fiddling with it. The rattle snapped the young man out of his daze – just in time to watch her pants drop, pooling around her ankles until she stepped out of them, leaving her gorgeous, creamy thighs on full display alongside the pair of grey panties hugging her hips.

Panties that soon fell. Immediately he averted his eyes, shy, but hormonal lust made him look back – glimpsing her shaved sex. He'd never seen a woman naked up to this point outside of porn and seeing Saori practically strip herself for his viewing pleasure nearly made him pass out from embarrassment – yet, despite his best attempts to look away, he couldn't help but soak in the sight of her groin, tracing her nether lips and noting the slight dampness that lingered on her panties. She'd gotten wet just from blowing him.

Her crop-top came up and over her head a few seconds later, sending her dark blue hair fluttering before she tucked it out of her face, her cheeks noticeably redder now as she climbed onto his lap completely naked. Erico swallowed the lump in his throat and dared to hold onto her sides, cripplingly shy in that instant yet unable to quell the want in his heart, the desire. A desire that tempted both of his hands up to her generously-sized breasts and groped them, coaxing a soft sigh of arousal out of Saori. One that deepened into a groan when he took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

''Mm... that's...'' Saori breathed out, running her fingers through his hair.

The young man shivered at her touch and kept sucking on her tit, pulling her pale pink nipple out until it sprung back, only tempting him to catch it again between his lips. He gave her other nipple an equal amount of love, sucking on it passionately and growing a little more confident as he did so, his hands stroking over her lower back and ass aimlessly, just feeling her up and burning her figure into his mind.

That was until Saori reached between his legs, caressing his cock. Pulling back the young man looked up into Saori's dark eyes – and then she closed the distance, kissing him. He groaned in surprise but she kept it up, tugging his cock as her tongue invaded his mouth and writhed about, dominating him easily and reducing him to a moaning mess; utterly submissive before the more confident woman. Something Saori must've noticed as she grew more bold, her strokes longer and her thumb sliding over the tip of his dick, what she lacked in experience made up for with her earnestness.

Then she drew back, a thing string of saliva hanging between their tongues before it snapped. Wordlessly Saori propped herself up on her knees and lined herself up, the tip of his dick rubbing along her slit several times and sending shivers through Erico, anticipating building up his twitching dick, excitement churning within him as he felt the molten heat of her core-

-and then at last, he was inside of her. It felt like slipping inside the tightest, hottest grip imaginable, a moan forced past his lips as Saori lowered herself down more and more – a low, trembling groan passing her own lips. Her right hand cupped his nape and nary a second later she was kissing him once more, her tongue invading his mouth as her womanhood accepted more and more of his dick, the hot grip of her loins made all the more intense with how sensitive he was after her blowjob.

''Nn... mn...'' Saori grunted against his lips, her hands shifting onto his shoulders as she leaned back – bouncing onto his cock at a steady pace.

Erico moaned submissively at that, bucking his hips as best he could and stuffing his cock up into her tight wet hole, the snug grip of her loins downright amazing. His gaze though was drawn down to her chest, soaking in the sight of those soft-looking melons – until on a whim he leaned down and buried his face in them. Saori made a surprised sound but didn't push him away, quite the opposite in fact; laying her left hand on the back of his head and pushing him into her tits and groaning when he peppered the top of them with kisses.

Lifting her right breast up Erico took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it earnestly, the mere act turning him on more than he wanted to admit. Saori enjoyed it too judging by her trembling moan, her hips rolling faster and impaling her down onto his pulsating manhood, every tensing of muscle making her walls seize around his shaft. The thought just encouraged Erico to suck on her tits more, swapping between her nipples and barraging them with sucks and licks, coaxing all sorts of aroused moans and sighs out of her.

''Nn... you really like my chest, huh...'' Saori managed to get out between breaths.

''Yeah.'' Erico mumbled out, too engrossed in her breasts to really think straight,

Up until Saori tugged on his hair and pulled his face out of her tits – and allowed her lips to connect with his in a kiss. The smooch fried his mind and he melted into it, groaning blissfully as Saori smacked herself down onto his cock vigorously, her motions becoming increasingly hurried – her walls coiling tightly around his dick too. Even though he wanted to play with her breasts more the slick friction left him throbbing within her tight grip, his breath catching in his throat and his mind going white.

Then faster than he thought possible he climaxed; gasping against Saori's lips as he erupted within her hot, slippery grip. The dark-haired girl stiffened, shudders roiling through her tall frame as she groaned – rocking her hips in short, quick motions that only served to milk more of his cum from him, every throb of his cock unleashing another hot spurt into her clingy depths.

Saori pulled back from the kiss first, one hand on his shoulder and a breathy moan escaping her as she leaned back, panting and flushed in the face. For a long moment they sat there saying nothing, simply panting and catching their breaths.

Then without a word Saori leaned in, kissed him briefly, and then went for his neck. Erico moaned submissively as he nipped at his neck, marking it in a clumsy yet undeniably heated manner – more aroused than she wanted to admit with this newfound arrangement, any thoughts of 'repaying a debt' replaced by the carnal want to do more, to feel even better.

''Mn...'' Grunting against his neck Saori drew back, leaving several hickeys upon his skin.

The young man just stared at her in a daze, simultaneously immensely horny yet also utterly bewitched by her cold charm – and when Saori crawled back him and knelt on all fours, it didn't take long for his mind to connect the dots. A rush of excitement jolted down his dick and he hurriedly turned around onto his knees, shuffling behind the tall beauty and grabbing her hips, spending just a second to caress them before letting his hand fall to his cock, guiding him down.

The tip rubbed along her wet, drooling opening – and as one they moaned as he speared back into her clingy pussy. He buried himself up to the hilt and pulled back out to the tip, eagerly plunging himself between Saori's wet petals and clapping her ass with every hurried thrust, fucking a series of low, aroused moans from Saori herself. From behind he got a gorgeous view of her toned back and shapely behind, her hair trailing down her back and shifting off of her sides as he pumped into her.

''Mn, nn, hah...!'' Saori panted out harshly, bowing her head. ''Keep going...!''

Eager to please Erico complied, pressing himself against her and almost spooning her, allowing both of his hands to come up and grope her large breasts. Saori groaned but didn't protest, instead pushing her ass back against him, getting his cock inside of her sooner. Erico replied by slamming into her all the faster, the raw claps of flesh echoing out as he went balls-deep in her like this was the one and only chance he'd get laid, his hurried motions drawing more moans out of both of them.

Then in a moment of boldness he used her breasts like handholds and pulled her torso backwards. Saori moaned and arched her back towards him, one hand reaching back and grabbing him by the hair – pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss over her shoulder, their lips remaining sealed for several seconds before the need to breathe forced them apart. The moment their lips separated the young man went back to pounding her with a vengeance, the sound of smacking flesh echoing loudly throughout the room as she took him from behind.

''Ah, hnn...!'' Saori tugged on his hair and pulled their lips back together; moaning into his mouth as he squeezed her tits more, his fingers playing with her nipples a lot. ''H-Hah... more...''

Erico was all too happy to oblige and teased her breasts plenty more, his hips equally as earnest and jamming his dick into her slick honeypot at the same time. The molten grip of her pussy felt just divine and even though he was focused more on her breasts the engulfing heat of her loins felt equally as good, his mind gradually purged of all thought as he just fucked Saori raw, their bodies pressing together as much as the position would allow.

However he was still sensitive from two back-to-back orgasms and Saori was still new to all this; the pleasure quickly getting to them. Saori broke free of his grip and laid on all fours once more, her fingers curling in and gripping the sheets as she endured Erico's increasingly-hurried thrusts, the sound of clapping flesh echoing out as she was railed from behind, her breasts bouncing about from the fervour of her partner. Her lips pursed, parted, a cry on her tongue-!

And then with a sharp, stilted cry, Saori orgasmed.

The sensation of her loins tightening around him proved too much for Erico to handle, his hips jerking forth and hilting him within her snug grip – and then he came, flooding her depths with countless spurts of seed, his groin flush against her ass as he poured his load inside of her. His thrusts cased and he pushed Saori down flush against the sheets with him atop her, both of them groaning as they rode out the rest of their highs, every second electric on their nerves.

Gradually they came down from their explosive peaks, and with a moan Erico managed to pull out, flopping down tiredly next to Saori. For a long minute they just laid there, panting and without a word shared.

Until Saori shifted onto her side. ''Is my debt... fulfilled now...?''

Part of him, the good-natured part, wanted to say yes.

Another part of him, his 'other' head, twitched.

''Not yet...''

Though Saori would still leave in a few days, the pair spent their remaining time together in the throes of passion more often than not.

And if she ever needed another hit, she knew where to find him.

[END]