Summary: He didn't know she was drugged with an aphrodisiac when she kissed him, but the touch had triggered his true emotions. Though he soon realized that Akane's passion wasn't real, he couldn't bring himself to stop looking at her, or to stop touching her…
Disclaimer: Ranma ½ and its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Warning: Explicit, slight OOC
Chapter: Two
Rating: M

Temptation

Ranma felt eternally grateful that night had fallen by the time he made it back to the Tendo house. He didn't know how much time had passed while they were at the Kuno manor, but he guessed that it must be a bit past midnight.

He was glad when he finally set a sleeping Akane down on the bed, ridding him of contact. She had been a handful when he was trying to get her home; he was running against the wind, and as a result, his shirt kept on flying up on her body and scrunching around her waist, leaving her behind for all to see. He couldn't count how many times he had stopped to fix it, and several of those times, he had caressed her buttocks intimately. However, once when he had stopped, Akane straightened out her legs over his chest and abs. He didn't know what she was doing at first, nor did he really care, concerned only for her exposure than anything else, but a gasp of pleasure escaped him when he felt something brush hotly against his erection. He looked down and found Akane's feet rubbing clumsily against the huge bulge in his pants.

He had let the pleasure consume him for several heavenly minutes before setting her down and picking her up again, bridal style. He thought that this new position would put an end to their intimacy, but Akane, with her hands still tied behind her back, leaned up and latched her mouth onto his neck, leaving even more love bites.

Ranma was panting raggedly by the time he made it through her window to her bedroom, and hurriedly set her down on the bed, thankful that she was sleeping. He stared at her for a few minutes, his eyes scanning over her form once more before gently turning her over and untying her hands. He paused in fear and anticipation when Akane moaned at the movement; part of him wanted her to wake up, but Akane remained asleep as she turned on her side, towards him, and nuzzled her head further into her pillow.

His shirt smoothed itself over her skin; it was so loose on her body compared to him, emphasizing how small she really was. The shirt usually ended just below his hips for him, enabling him to tuck it into his pants, but on Akane, it flowed all the way down to her mid thigh, saving her the trouble from wearing underwear. Something possessive rose up in Ranma at the sight of her and he decided then and there that he liked it when Akane wore his clothing. Especially when she had nothing else to wear underneath.

But Ranma knew that he shouldn't be here. The more he stared at Akane, the more he wanted to wake her up to continue their interactions at the Kuno manor. He couldn't do that to Akane.

And yet, there was something that was keeping him from pulling away. Some part of him, and Ranma guessed which part, never wanted her to be out of his sight again. This was a close call. Though Akane's life hadn't been in danger, the next most important thing to her—and him—was; her innocence. She had almost been robbed of her most precious asset. By him. But Ranma couldn't help thinking bitterly that he'd rather be the one to take Akane than Kuno.

At the thought of the love crazed teen, Ranma clenched his fists and bit his lip before standing and shutting the window tightly. He fumbled around with the locks of the frame before frowning. These locks were easy to pick; he'd know, as he snuck into Akane's room more than once. He was always able to manipulate the lock easily without damaging it. These were useless.

Ranma then turned to the door and realized, for the first time, that Akane didn't even have a lock there. He turned back to the bed, fury blazing through him like fire; what the hell was this girl thinking? She was practically asking to be kidnapped! Just then, Ranma decided that he would put a new lock on her window and add one to her door. He didn't plan to let her out of his sight anymore, but the extra precaution wouldn't hurt. As long as it kept her safe and with him.

He turned to leave to go find if there were any extra locks somewhere throughout the house; he bet Nabiki had some to lock up her betting profits, but another moan, this one soft like a sigh, held him back.

He looked back again at Akane, who was still sleeping peacefully, now on her back, hand resting on her stomach. She was beautiful when she slept, and Ranma decided that the locks could wait. He walked over to her desk chair, spun it around to face the bed, and sat, his eyes never leaving Akane.

He was here; he could protect her. He would always protect her.

oOo

Ranma didn't know how long he just sat staring at her. The sun was beginning to rise; bright red and orange rays of light were slicing through the dark blue and purple of the night sky. The blood had finally released from his hard on a few hours ago, and he was able to sit in peace.

At around six in the morning, Akane finally began to stir from her sleep. Ranma watched her through half lidded eyes as she stretched, his shirt riding dangerously high on her hips, nearly revealing to him her womanhood. He forced his eyes to her face, trying to control his sudden blood rush.

Akane sat up and stretched again, this time pushing her breasts further out. Ranma eyed her hungrily and didn't even notice she had turned towards him to get out of bed when she yelped in surprise.

"Ranma!" Akane gasped softly, her eyes wide. Ranma's breath had become labored as his name finally, finally fell from her lips.

Without comprehending his actions, he tackled her to the bed, swallowing her squeak of surprise with his mouth as he claimed her lips. Just like last night, he used one hand to hold both of hers above her head while the other caressed her side, rubbing up and down her waist sensually. He heard Akane moan and arch into him instinctively, his name falling from her lips again. When Ranma heard it, he pressed his body harshly against hers, desperate for contact.

He kissed her wildly for a few long minutes, savoring her taste and smell. The primal urge from before was demanding that he take her for his own before it was too late and another male had taken the chance. It reminded him that indeed another male came very close to claiming her. He grunted in anger against her mouth at the thought and left her lips to leave more of his marks on her neck and collar. No one would dare take her from him.

Akane gasped and moaned at his ministrations, further encouraging him to keep going. He desperately wanted to continue; to feel her, touch her, mate her, but there was another part in him that told him to stop, telling him that Akane probably barely remembered last night, and that he was taking advantage of her. Ranma immediately identified it as his honor, and for the first time, cursed it.

He stopped nonetheless, and rested his head against the crook of her neck, breathing heavily.

"Ranma…?" he heard Akane sigh. He took another breath at the sound before lifting himself so that he was hovering over her body. He looked down at her.

Her face was flushed prettily, her eyes half lidded, lips red and plump from his harsh kiss. The first two buttons of his shirt had been torn off in his haste to get to her neck, and the bottom of the shirt had ridden up, past her hips.

Ranma stared at the dark curls of Akane's most intimate place, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged. His hard on returned immediately, and he pushed the bulge into her hips, groaning as she gasped at the contact.

He forced his eyes back up to meet hers, only to find that hers were closed, scrunched tight in pleasure. He barely registered that she was bucking her hips against his as his hands moved to cup her face, forcing her eyes open to look at him.

He gasped at the pure love he saw in her eyes, and his own affection for her increased tenfold, but he shook his head. She could still be under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

He thrusted slightly against her, ignoring his own pleasure as he stared into her eyes.

"I'm going to install new locks on your window and door," he hissed roughly, his hips now moving in circle motions.

"W—What—?" Akane managed to groan out. He pressed hard into her, making her gasp.

"Listen to me!" came his hoarse whisper. "You're going to keep your window locked at all times—and lock your door whenever you're in your room—" He paused when she bucked against him and groaned.

"What for?" Akane gasped. She tilted her head back and to the side, offering her neck to him. Ranma's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sight of his feisty fiancée submitting to him. Her question was lost on him as he tore his shirt from her body, finally revealing all of her to him.

He attacked her breasts first, sucking on them, leaving hickeys on every part of her torso, wanting her to know that she was his. Akane ran her hands over the bare skin of his back, digging her nails into him as he gave her pleasure, leaving thin welts. He hissed in pain and pleasure at the contact. She had just reached the waistline of his pants when a voice cut through their intimacy.

"Akane, time to wake up!" came Kasumi's voice from outside the door. Ranma froze, something primal, possessive, and very angry swelling up in him that someone had interrupted his and his mate's lovemaking. A small part of him felt fearful that she would come inside, and was relieved when he heard the soft footfalls growing softer and softer as Kasumi left. Briefly, he wondered how Kasumi knew that Akane was home, and concluded that she must have heard their return early in the morning.

He looked back down at Akane, half a mind ready to continue what they were doing, only to find her blushing and covering her breasts from his view. Reality hit him like nothing before, and Ranma pulled back to sit on the edge of her bed. He turned his head away to give her some privacy and heard her rustling around the sheets. When he looked back, she had wrapped the sheets around her body.

"Ranma?" Akane called tentatively. There was a faraway look in his eyes as he stared at her. She couldn't help but let her eyes roam appreciatively over his half naked body. His neck, and his upper torso in general, was littered in dark little love bites. Akane wondered if she had done those and found that she rather liked the sight of them on his tanned skin. Her eyes went further down his chest, admiring his washboard abs, and finally ended at the large bulge in his pants. She blushed and bit her lip as her lower body began to heat up.

But the sight was taken from her when Ranma stood up suddenly.

"Ranma?" Akane called again, but he didn't turn around.

"Get dressed, Akane," was all he said before walking to the door. Akane watched, feeling slightly hurt, as he left, and curled the sheets tighter around herself.

Ranma leaned his back against the door, trying to get the image of Akane admiring his body out of his head.

"Damn it, Akane…" he whispered softly. He looked back down at the raging hard on he sported and groaned. He knew he couldn't take care of the problem himself; with the sensations he felt with Akane, nothing would satisfy him until he had her. Growling to himself, Ranma made his way to the furo.

Looked like the only option he had was a cold bath.

oOo

Ranma headed back to his room right after his cold shower, knowing that it would be empty of company; his father was probably downstairs waiting for breakfast. On his way there, he passed Akane's door just as it opened. They both froze upon sight of each other. He looked down at her clothes, and felt an odd disappointment at the fact that she was wearing a high collared shirt to cover up his marks. She fidgeted under his gaze and Ranma was drawn back up to her eyes. She was blushing intensely, and Ranma remembered that he had not put on a shirt after his shower, and all the love bites on his neck and torso were in plain sight. She was looking down at her feet, and as he stared at her, she seemed to be sliding past him into the hall, and Ranma finally realized that his presence made her uncomfortable. Muscles taught, Ranma turned and continued down the hall, and though he knew that Akane was trying her best to muffle the sound of her footsteps, he could still hear the soft creaks of the floorboards as she hurried away from him.

He didn't bother to go down to breakfast. Undoubtedly the family would inquire about what happened, and where Akane was, and why she was kidnapped, and Ranma feared that he might explode with embarrassment if he had to recount last nights events to the entire family. No, he was better off brooding in his room. Besides, Akane was smart; she could fabricate stories in seconds to convince the family of what happened, even though she had no idea herself.

Sighing, Ranma seated himself in front of a small mirror next to the closet and leaned closer to examine his naked chest. There were hickeys all over him, some darker than others, and there was a particularly large one right under his left ear. Ranma brushed his fingers against it and recalled the feeling of intense pleasure when Akane had latched her mouth there. He didn't know how long he sat there staring at the small bruises and, after wondering how many there were, was half way through counting when there was a knock and the door to his room slid open.

Akane was standing there nervously, holding a plate of food and a cup of orange juice. Ranma felt his face burn with embarrassment and he hurriedly pulled on a shirt and pants, only just realizing that he was clad only in his boxers.

Without saying a word, Akane stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Ranma gulped, and prayed that she did not hear it.

"You missed breakfast..." she began softly. She walked over to him and sat down in front of him, laying down the tray before her. "I thought you might be hungry."

"Um, thanks," Ranma said sincerely. Her thoughtfulness had surprised him. He stared down at the food; chocolate chip pancakes, eggs and bacon, and a small side of sliced strawberries and banana's. Though Ranma could feel the hunger in his stomach, he did not touch the food. For several minutes, he just sat, staring down at the plate, and he could feel the tension in the room grow, as well as his own suppressed excitement. He could smell the scent of her shampoo, and it sent jolts of electricity down his spine.

Akane seemed to know that he wasn't going to be eating any time soon; she had pushed the plate to the side and said, in a very soft, melodic voice, "Ranma..."

He looked up, and when their eyes met, they both looked away again, faces red. He couldn't stand this awkwardness between them. He couldn't remember ever feeling so uncomfortable around Akane before. Gulping again, Ranma finally opened his mouth to speak.

"What did they say?"

The question seemed to have surprised Akane, for when she looked at him, he eyes were wide and curious. Composing herself, she replied, "The family, you mean?" When he nodded, she continued. "They asked what happened."

Ranma waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, he prodded her. "And what did you say?"

"I said I couldn't remember."

Ranma face-faulted and groaned in half amusement, half disappointment. Akane giggled at his reaction, and he chuckled himself, glad that the awkward tension seemed to have broken. Feeling slightly elated that he had made her laugh, Ranma picked up his fork and began to cut into his pancakes, shoving them into his mouth one after the other. He was finished within seconds, and demolished the eggs and bacon in even less time. He leaned forward slightly to take the last bite of eggs, his half-buttoned shirt falling open slightly.

He paused suddenly. It was like the world had come to a complete stop. He stared down at Akane, every single muscle in his body tense. She was not looking at his face, but down at his chest, and then she bit her lip and turned away shyly, but there was no denying the scent that emanated from her body. Ranma knew that she had wanted to say something-probably wanted to ask him what really happened last night, but she seemed to have lost her nerve, for she leaned forward slightly, getting ready to stand. Before Ranma knew what he was doing, he dropped his fork, shoved away his plate, which contained the last of his fruit, and pulled her back down. She squeaked slightly in surprise, and blinked confusedly as she found her face inches away from his own. Ranma bit his lip hard, his eyes closed, as he breathed in the scent of her. His breathing became uneven in an instant, and when he next opened his eyes, he found his face tucked away in the crook of her neck; he had been leaning closer and closer as he had been smelling her.

At this very slight distance, Ranma could hear her irregular heartbeat, and her own fast paced breathing. He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling heavenward as he slowly pushed her down onto her back. Her smell was intoxicating. Though he could feel a growing erection from the moment she had entered the room, he had been able to control himself, focusing mainly on the embarrassment it would cause him later, but the second the scent of her arousal wafted towards him, he found himself up and ready to go in seconds. Barely pulling away for space, Ranma reached up and began to tear off his shirt, desperately needing to feel the friction of his skin against her own. When it was off, he threw it somewhere across the room, and was working on unbuttoning Akane's top when her small hands covered his own.

Ranma paused, his eyes slowly traveling up her neck, her plump lips, her flushed cheeks, to her eyes.

"Stop..." She had said it without voice, without real conviction, and Ranma knew that deep down, she wanted him to continue. However, she had said the dreaded word, and Ranma knew that if he did not abide by her rules now, it would cause problems later.

But it seemed to take him ages to pull away from her. As he slowly began to lift his body away and slide back into a sitting position, he couldn't help but travel leisurely along the length of her body, pressing his nose against her abdomen, and kissing his way further down. Though she was clothed, her scent was still very powerful through the filter of her underwear and shorts, and a small groan of frustration escaped him as he inhaled greedily. But before he could savor her, Akane's hand was brushing through his hair, and he knew that she was waiting for him to move so she could sit up as well. Reluctantly, he pulled away, his eyes closed, trying to imprint her scent into his senses, though he was already positive he'd recognize her smell anywhere.

"Normally, I'd punch you through the roof for even looking at me weirdly," Akane said, and he heard the laughter behind her voice. He cracked a smile and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that she was looking down again, not at his chest, but even lower, and Ranma knew by the way she turned a bright red that her eyes had found the bulge in his pants. He would usually try to cover himself up immediately, but surprisingly, he was rather comfortable; he didn't mind that Akane saw him in this state. Actually, the fact that she was seeing him like this made him even harder. Desperate for some kind of contact, Ranma reached over and gently lifted her in his arms, cradling her between his crossed legs like a child. He knew that he was already testing his control by being in the same room with her right now, and having her pressed tightly against his hips was not helping anything, but he relished in all that he could feel of her.

"Do you want to know what happened?" He noticed something different about his voice now; it was lower, and pleasant, and it sounded smooth.

His voice seemed to have startled her, for she jumped slightly and looked alarmed, and then extremely embarrassed. Then, she looked thoughtful, and—Ranma's heart skipped a beat—even a little fearful. The confidence that was slowly growing inside him began to deflate rapidly; no doubt, she was thinking of scenario's in her head that could lead to this, and it was obvious that she was not liking the possibilities. Panic began to replace his new found confidence.

"Actually..." she looked ready to bolt, "I don't think I do..."

"Akane."

She looked up at the sound of her name, and Ranma was eternally grateful that, though he was now definitely panicking, his voice still retained that deep tone. Akane sighed and her body relaxed, and she closed her eyes as if preparing herself for the truth.

"You were drugged, Akane."

Her eyes snapped open again, and Ranma saw fire. He held onto her tightly and pressed his nose against her neck again. She didn't struggle against him, which he took as a good sign, but he knew that death was coming.

"And you were almost raped."

He felt her entire body tense up, and Ranma felt his own body go rigid in response. Instinct was telling him to soothe her, but he pulled back to look into her face; she was staring straight ahead at the wall.

"Who was it?" Her tone was icy, but Ranma disregarded it with another question.

"You mean you don't think it was me?" he asked, surprised; usually he was the first to blame when anything bad happened. If anything, she tensed up even more, and Ranma could sense pending death as she slowly turned her head to look at him. He resisted the urge to bury himself within the crook of her neck again by biting his tongue hard. Though she was pissed, Ranma could still not suppress the desire that coursed through him at the lurking danger she presented. She was so feisty.

"You could never hurt me," she said coldly, as if she had said it a thousand times before and was sick of saying it again. "I told you to stop, and you stopped, right?"

Ranma, feeling rather ashamed, closed his eyes and nodded, his breathing heavy. More and more blood was rushing further south, and his hands clenched around her the fabric of her clothing, resisting the urge to rock his body into hers. Maybe cradling her like this wasn't such a good idea...

"It was Kuno," he whispered, trying to keep his voice low and pleasant, but even as he said the name, rage coursed through his body. Perhaps Akane sensed it, because she slowly pressed her head against his chest, tucking it under his jaw, and breathed slowly. Ranma knew that she herself was trying to control her own anger for his sake; she wanted to calm him down because she knew that he was more dangerous to Kuno than she was, and though she wanted to punish the crazed teen severely, she did not want him dead.

"I'll deal with him later," Akane said, and Ranma heard the repressed anger in her voice. He shifted her, holding her closer against him.

"You'll go nowhere near him," he hissed. "I've been underestimating Kuno for so long—I always thought that he was just lovesick, but he's gone too far this time, Akane. Let me handle this."

He felt her struggle slightly to pull away from him, and held onto her even tighter.

"No, Ranma," Akane said during their small wrestling match. "Kuno's had this coming to him—I want to be the one to take him down—"

"No!" Ranma argued loudly. "Akane, he'll probably just get some perverse satisfaction out of it—"

Akane paused and Ranma knew that he had made a rather good point. But the struggling continued right away. Deciding to keep his mouth shut for now, Ranma concentrated mainly on keeping Akane still in his lap; she was wiggling against him in the most erotic ways, and it was all he could do to not vocalize his pleasure. He vaguely could hear her angry voice wanting to continue their argument, but Ranma, having enough, leaned down and began to suck on her neck, just below her ear. He noticed that the collar of her shirt reached far up on her neck enough to cover all of his hickeys, but still left some of her pale skin revealed for all to see, and a primal part of him demanded that he rectify this problem before another male tried to take her for his own.

He felt Akane stiffen at the contact, and her scent of arousal, which had been fading, came back full blast. Her words died on her lips, and Ranma felt her squeeze her legs together in pleasure. He groaned and slowly pulled away.

"… I don't think I need to tell you what else happened, right?" he asked. Akane's gaze snapped to his, and Ranma was surprised to see fear there.

"We didn't—we couldn't have—"

"No!" Ranma cut her off. "No, we didn't actually—you know—" He pictured it in his head and pressed her harder into his erection as the thoughts consumed him. Shaking his head, Ranma got his wits about him. "Besides, you'd have felt it this morning, I think."

Akane nodded. "I suppose..." She looked up at him again, curious. "But then... how did this all start?"

Ranma, who had been pondering further on what activities he'd like to engage with Akane, immediately paused, and a blush so red erupted on his face and torso that Akane slowly trailed her eyes down his chest, wondering if the color would camouflage the hickeys on his body. Akane then looked back up to his face to see that he was looking at everything but her, and her curiosity was roused.

"Ranma?" she called, and he gulped. She couldn't help the small smirk that pulled at her lips. "Tell me what happened," she said in a soft voice, and she felt his entire body flex against her.

"Well, you know..." Ranma started uncomfortably. "Things happened... this and that... and then I brought you home..." He trailed off, and Ranma felt the horror fill him as his voice cracked. He felt a tickling on his chest and looked down; Akane was gently tracing each hickey that covered his body. Ranma swallowed again, and he saw Akane look down at her own chest. Slowly, she pulled her hand away from her person and began unbuttoning her blouse. She undid the buttons down to her bellybutton and then pulled the cloth to the sides, exposing her bra and chest. Ranma sighed in awe, staring at her beautiful assets, before taking his turn and slowly tracing his fingers around the marks he had left on her. Akane giggled slightly, and Ranma was extremely pleased to see that she was becoming more comfortable being like this with him.

"I have a lot more of these than you do..." she said. She hooked her finger over the cup of her bra and lifted it, but not exposing herself to Ranma's greedy eyes. He leaned forward to get a peek, but she released the cup and it fell back snugly to cover herself again. "I have hickeys all over my breasts, and I even saw some on my stomach..." Ranma smirked, remembering how he had left those there, but his elation didn't last long.

"These aren't Kuno's, right?"

He was on her before she had even finished her question. Quickly spreading her legs, he settled himself between them, pressing his erection down onto her privates while glaring at her in the eyes. He didn't know where this sudden rage and possessiveness had sprouted from, but he didn't care in the slightest.

"I'll kill Kuno if he lays another finger on you," Ranma hissed venomously. The words were pouring out of his mouth before he could register what he was saying, but Ranma found that he didn't care much, as long as Akane understood his point. He leaned down and licked the shell of her ear, groaning at her squeal of pleasure. "You're mine, Akane. No one can ever take you from me."

"Yes..." Akane breathed in agreement. Ranma pulled back and saw that her eyes were closed, but leaned forward again to kiss her full on the lips. She responded immediately to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down, arching into him. She circled her legs around his hips, squeezing them together, rocking against him, and Ranma could feel her dampness through their clothing.

He stood up, his hands already fumbling with the ties of his pants, and when he couldn't untie the knot fast enough, he settled for ripping it off instead. His boxers came flying off soon after, and he was bare before her, in all his glory. Akane sat up during his pants struggle, and was now inches away from his large manhood. Squealing, Akane instinctively turned away and covered her face in embarrassment. Ranma stared down at her, slightly surprised and let down. She wasn't disappointed in what she saw, was she? Ranma felt the question "What's wrong?" burn in his throat, but it died on his lips as her scent wafted up to him once more.

It turned out that Akane was not disappointed in what she saw. In fact, she might have even liked the sight of him. Passion burning through him, Ranma knelt down to her level, his limbs shaking uncontrollably as he resisted from throwing her to the floor and ripping her clothes off, and hugged her from behind, pressing his hard member against her backside. He heard her breathing pattern change at his touch, and was shocked that, instead an aura of pleasure, she eluded one of fright. Was she scared of him?

Though his every instinct screamed at him to scoop her up in his arms and soothe her nerves, Ranma backed off immediately, removing himself from physical contact. He turned away from her and slid open the window a crack, wanting to let in some fresh air; her scent completely permeated every corner of the room by now, and if he kept smelling her arousal, he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself. He breathed the cool air with relish, keeping his back to Akane so that she wouldn't become frightened at the sight of his erection again. He didn't know how long they both sat there, just breathing, but when he noticed her breath patterns were evening out, he asked, "Are you okay?"

He heard her shift and knew she had turned around to look at him.

"Yeah..." she answered shyly. "Sorry..."

"For what?" Ranma asked sharply. "Do I make you uncomfortable...?" he added rather dejectedly.

"No!" she answered too soon, a reflex, he noted. And then a very small "A little bit..."

He couldn't help but smile. He was already very comfortable showing Akane how much he wanted her-something last night had obviously changed in him, but he knew that Akane couldn't remember what had happened, and was not to blame for being frightened of the changes that were taking place in their relationship.

"Ranma, do you...?" Akane's voice trailed away, and Ranma heard her stammer slightly before giving up.

"Do I what?" Ranma prodded, still facing the window, keeping his back to her.

"Nevermind," she said, but Ranma had sensed a deep longing to know from her. She had nearly asked him something that would take their relationship to a whole new level. He did not know how he knew-usually he was very dense when it came to feelings like this, but it was something in her tone, a hopeful sound that was, by now, all too familiar to him. He had used that same voice himself last night, when he was begging her to tell him that she loved him.

It was like a part of him died when he remembered that moment. He felt his shoulders slump, but he knew that he must not show her his sudden discomfort, or she might leave. An awkward pause followed, and Ranma decided that, to keep her from leaving, he'd might as well tell her the rest.

"After I realized it was Kuno that took you," he started slowly, "something inside me snapped. I don't really know what it was... Maybe it was all of my pent up frustrations and anger, but after that, I just couldn't contain it all anymore." He breathed slowly. "Something burst, and I felt a whole new wave of power I had never felt before, but it was familiar. I think I fully unlocked the Neko-Ken last night."

"How?" Akane asked, and he heard the awe in her voice.

"I think it was because I felt helpless..." Ranma admitted. "I felt useless because I had almost let that bastard rape you, and I was angry at myself for it, so the Neko-Ken was unleashed, but it was... different. I could control it this time, and I felt changes in my body, in my movement." He raised his arm and stared at his clenched fist. "It made me stronger and faster, more agile and flexible. But... it also increased my senses. I could... smell you..." And he could tell by the change in the atmosphere that she understood what he meant when he said "smell".

"You were so intoxicating, Akane... I almost couldn't control myself, but I knew that it wasn't really you. It was the drug that Kuno gave you." He spat the name in disgust. "But I wanted you so badly, and you were just laying there... waiting, and you were... moaning, and touching me, and you barely wore anything..." Ranma turned his head a fraction to the side, sniffing; Akane's scent had changed again. It became musky; seductive, and he knew that she was picturing the things he was saying, imagining the things that she must have done to him to receive such a response as this. He had nothing else to say, and so remained silent. He breathed deeply again, wanting to smell her scent, not the air coming from outside. He closed the window shut just as he heard a shuffling noise behind him. Before he could turn to look, Akane had pressed herself into his back, and was pushing a small slice of a strawberry through his lips. He sucked her fingers as they entered his mouth just slightly, and when she withdrew them, he turned to look at her.

"You didn't finish your breakfast..." she whispered in his ear, and he felt another jolt of pleasure run throughout his body. "The things you said... I feel like I can actually see myself torturing you like that. It's vague; I don't think it's a memory, just... my imagination." She paused, and Ranma, who had stopped breathing in anticipation, let out a very loud groan of pleasure as Akane's hands gently traveled down his body to his erection. She fondled him shyly, nervous, but daring. "I think I like teasing you, Ranma..." she breathed, and Ranma shivered as the hot air made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

She touched him very softly, her hands ghosting over his member, but Ranma took all the pleasure she gave him. He knew that for now, things would have to go at her pace, but he appreciated her touch all the same.

"Is this... okay?" she asked, worried. Ranma leaned his head back, his eyes scrunched closed with pleasure.

"It's... wonderful..." he rasped out. Akane giggled, but seemed to gain more confidence, for her grip became more firm as she slowly moved her hand up and down his length. She moved to the side, coming around to the front of his body so she could see what she was doing. Ranma didn't have to open his eyes to know that she was blushing; he could smell the embarrassment in her scent, but the longer she touched him, the more quickly the embarrassment faded, to be replaced by growing confidence. As she moved away from behind him, Ranma lowered himself on to his elbows, and eventually lay flat on his back as Akane pleasured him. He was breathing heavily, his eyes opening every once in a while to peek down and watch her for a little. She kept up a steady pace, forming a tight ring with her fingers and squeezing down on him. Ranma lay his head back again, his hips moving slowly with the rhythm when his eyes snapped open and he let out an involuntary gasp.

She had breathed on him; very hot breath encased his erection, causing him to cry out with pleasure, his eyes scrunched tight. She did it again and again, just exhaling hot, moist air on his very tip, and he was writhing beneath her, his nails digging into the floorboards. He looked down at her and nearly closed his eyes at the sight of her mouth so close to his member; so close, that if he shifted just a little, he could be within the sanctuary of her hot mouth. He resisted the urge, remembering that things had to go at her pace, that she might not be ready for that yet, but a bead of precum had spilled from his tip, and she stared at it curiously before taking her finger and spreading it around, massaging it into his hard on like it was a moisturizer. Not able to resist, he bucked his hips violently towards her, desperate for more, but she pulled back, staring at him in surprise. Her surprise quickly faded into a knowing smirk, and Akane leisurely wiped her hands clean on her blouse before standing up.

"Naughty boys don't get what they want, Ranma," she said softly, in a agonizingly sexy voice. Ranma groaned at the sound of it, his hands already gripping his own member, but before he could finish what she started, Akane grabbed his hands and dragged them upwards. "Nuh-uh..." she reprimanded, and Ranma could hear the laughter in her voice.

"Akane..." he rasped out, but before he could say anything else, Akane pressed her lips down on his in a chaste kiss. He could tell from the pressure that, no matter what she said or how she acted, Akane was still very shy about this new development in their relationship. Deciding to change that, Ranma reached up and cupped the back of her head, pulling her down to him. She moaned softly and kissed him harder, but before it became too passionate, she pulled away for air.

"Everyone went out shopping this morning," Akane whispered, breathless. "So you should be safe to go take a cold shower."

Ranma sat up and stared at her incredulously. "You're not serious—" he stammered. "You can't be—what?"

Akane giggled and smirked at him, and Ranma knew that he was in trouble. She stood up and patted her thighs, dusting off her clothes, and then sauntered to the door, where she opened it wide enough for her to walk through, and turned back to look at him.

"I told you that I like teasing you, Ranma..." she said in a seductive whisper that he picked up as if she had said it in his ear. He was so attuned to her now. Akane's eyes flickered down to his hardness, and she licked he lips, a motion that did not go unnoticed by Ranma. He twitched, and Akane smiled. "Don't touch yourself; I want to keep things... lively..." And with one last wink, she was gone.

Ranma stared after her as she shut the door behind her, and then averted his eyes down to his stiff member, realizing that his future held nothing but torture. Groaning loudly, Ranma closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, hoping that concentrating on something other than Akane would help make the blood release from his cock, but his mind wasn't able to stray to anything but Akane, and the thoughts just made him more aroused.

Cursing wildly, Ranma dug through his drawers for another set of clothes, and then hurried off to the bathroom.

Yeah, yeah, I know. "Miyopiyo, why has it taken you a million and a half years to update this chapter?" is what some of you might be thinking. I had all the time in the world to write this chapter, I really did, but around May, I started suffering severe writers block. Somehow, thankfully, it finally lifted. I wrote this entire chapter in one day, and I'm already almost finished with the next chapter.

Though I'm glad that I'm finally able to write again, the problem is, my loyal readers, it won't be like this for long. I have an unpleasant suprise for all of you: I won't tell you yet! I need to wait a couple of weeks to see how it all turns out, but if it goes well, well, I'm going to be on hiatus for a very long time. Like I said, I have the next chapter nearly done, so you can probably expect one more update on this particular story, but everything else is to be considered on hiatus.

Along with this news, unfortunately, I will also have to say that I am no longer accepting beta requests. Once things smooth over, I'm going to be extremely busy, and I don't want anyone to have to be dependent on me to edit their stories when I don't even have the time to write mine. Of course, this does NOT apply to people who have requested my help BEFORE this chapter was updated! If you asked for my help a while ago, I will still keep an open space for you in my schedule because that is the commitment I made when accepting your requests.

HOWEVER, though I will not be editing stories, I would still love to keep in contact with all of you! So, if you feel like it, or if your extremely bored (which you must be if your spending your time on Fanfcition, lol), then please, go to my profile and shoot me a message! I would really love to hear from all of you! And you can just talk about anything, I promise I'll respond! I would really like to get to be better friends with you all, so don't be shy!

Anyway, that's all for now! Sorry this chapter took so long, but the next one won't be as long! Expect it in a couple of weeks, in fact!

Thanks for reading!

~Miyopiyo