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: Three
Rating: M

Temptation

Ranma sat on the stool in the shower, staring down at himself. The bathtub had been filled to the brim with hot water; he didn't feel like turning in to a girl at this moment. He was currently at the peak of his masculinity, and he'd rather not take it away from himself.

Nonetheless, his hard manhood refused to be ignored. Try though he might, Ranma's thoughts refused to stray to any subject other than Akane, and the thought of her hot breath on him made his member throb with excitement and longing. It was unfair, he thought viciously, how easily she could manipulate him like this, how she could turn him on in seconds and leave him begging for her in minutes. It was something he'd have to repay her for. He smirked at the thought, but then looked down again, deciding to focus on more pressing problems. He would have to get rid of his hard on for now, before the family came home. It would most likely save himself from later embarrassment.

Standing, Ranma walked to the tub and gently lowered himself into it, wincing slightly as the hot water made contact with his skin. He then laid his head back, eyes closed, and allowed his hands to travel down to his excitement. He grasped himself tightly, and slowly began to move, imagining that it was Akane's hands on him instead of his own. The thoughts of her made him pulse again, but Ranma decided to take his imagination further. In his mind's eye, he saw Akane with him in the bathtub; she kissed his neck, letting her lips glide over his wet skin, her tongue poking out here and there to trace her hickeys. She slowly moved over him, her naked body pressing hotly against his own, until she was sitting fully on top of him, pressing his member against her soft abdomen.

Ranma squeezed himself hard, his breathing becoming labored as his fantasy took him new levels of pleasure.

Akane was rocking her hips against him, her lips still latched onto his neck. Her hands slowly traveled along every inch of his body, touching everywhere they could reach. Ranma groaned loudly in response, and she allowed her hands to travel down between them. Ranma lifted his hips, expecting her to grasp his member, and let out a gasp as she went for his balls instead, fondling them with her fingers, the movement bringing forth more hot water to caress him with. He breathed heavily as he slowly lifted and lowered his hips.

"Ranma..." Akane said softly, squeezing him tightly.

"Yes..." Ranma breathed. "Yes, Akane..." He squeezed himself harder, his limbs beginning to tighten. His release was coming. He pumped faster, his fists moving slickly up and down his member as his thoughts ran away with the pleasure.

Akane lifted herself off him slightly, readjusting herself, and then settled slowly back over him, and Ranma felt a hot tightness enclosing on the very tip of his member; she was finally allowing him entrance.

"Akane..." he gasped loudly. She continued to lower herself on him, going down inch by inch, until finally, he was in her as far as he could go. For a minute, they sat, Ranma groaning as she continually flexed her muscles around him, trying to get her body used to his size. Then, she gently pulsated her hips against his, the smallest of movements, rotating herself in small circles. Ranma breathed loudly, his eyes scrunched tight as he tried to get used to her tightness. It was such a tight fit that it was almost painful, but also very pleasurable. She continued the small movement, and several minutes in, Ranma felt his eyes roll backwards as his capacity for pleasure reached its limit; he needed to release.

As if she read his mind, Akane made her movements faster, more frantic against him, lifting her hips and slamming them back onto him. Ranma felt his whole body stiffen—his release was so close, it was just seconds away.

"Ranma—" Akane gasped breathlessly. "Ranma!"

"Yes! Yes, Akane—Don't stop!" Ranma cried back. Her movements became faster still, and Ranma bucked his hips wildly into hers. He was so close... so close...

"Ranma!"

Ranma's eyes snapped open, and his fantasy vision of Akane melted away. He realized quickly that his fingers had formed a tight ring around his raging hard on, and had stopped in the process of pleasuring it. There was a loud banging from behind him, and Ranma immediately released himself and stood up, disoriented, but ready to fight. He turned to find Akane standing in the doorway, having just kicked the door open, and he felt his muscles relax slightly, thankful that it was just her and not an enemy like Ryoga. He then tensed up again, and reflexively looked down between his legs, vaguely aware of Akane doing the same.

His member, reddened with the amount of blood that was in it, was dripping small drops of pre-cum. It was larger and harder than before, as a result from its near ejaculation, and it pulsed slightly, still waiting for its release.

Ranma looked quickly back up at Akane. She was staring at his excitement, and her eyes slowly traveled back up to meet his own, narrowing along the way. Ranma backed up as far as he could go, until his back hit the tiled wall of the bathroom. He was in trouble.

He watched as Akane slowly walked over to him, one foot in front of the other, like a model. Though he knew that he was going to be tortured, he couldn't help but feel excited about it. His member leaked more pre-cum in response, and Ranma gulped when she finally reached the tub and stepped in with him. When she was close enough, Akane placed her hands on his shoulders, and Ranma obediently slid down, lowering himself to sit back into the tub again. Akane followed, not bothering about her clothing. She must have changed them, Ranma noted vaguely, for she was in a different outfit from before. She now sported a regular white T shirt and very short boxer style underwear.

"Ah..." Ranma gasped softly as her breasts were lowered into the water. Through her wet shirt, Ranma could now see that Akane wasn't wearing a bra

"I heard you screaming my name when I was walking past the bathroom," Akane whispered. She sat herself on top of him, and Ranma held back a groan of pleasure as she took up the exact position as she had in his fantasy. But the real Akane reached behind his head for his pigtail and pulled it tightly, forcing his head back. "I thought I said you weren't allowed to touch yourself," she said in a controlled voice.

"Are you going to punish me?" Ranma breathed, lifting his hands and placing them on her hips, pushing her harder down on his dick. She moaned softly in his ear and kissed his neck, tugging harder at his hair.

"Of course," she said evilly. Ranma grinned and leaned back, closing his eyes and waiting for her welcomed touch, but instead, she had released his pigtail and her warm weight was lifted off of him. Ranma snapped his eyes open and stared at her. There was a soft sloshing of water as Akane pulled herself out of the tub; she kept her hands on the rim of the tub to keep from slipping, and she stood on her legs, unnecessarily pushing her bottom into his face. Ranma instinctively leaned forward, his nose getting full blast of that intoxicating scent, but before he could make contact, she pulled away, and was out of the tub.

"Where're you going?" he rasped out breathlessly. Akane was already half way to the door, and had grabbed a towel to wrap around her wet, clothed body. "Aren't you going to punish me?" he added rather desperately.

"I am," Akane said, and then grinned. "Family's home," she said simply. Ranma paused, listening, and sure enough, he heard the shuffling of feat and muffled voices coming from below. He was concentrating so hard on Akane that he must not have heard the opening and closing of the front door.

Groaning, this time in irritation, Ranma stood as well and grabbed a towel to throw over himself, though he'd might as well walk out naked for all the cover it gave his groin-the huge tent would be obvious and viewable when anyone looked in his general direction. Akane seemed to realize it as well, for she giggled and turned away again, heading for the door.

"Maybe now you should take a cold bath, instead of a hot one..." she said tauntingly, and then she was gone.

Simmering with frustration and desire, Ranma unplugged the drain and waited for the hot water to disappear, and then turned to the small bucket beneath the sink and began to fill it with cold water.

oOo

After his bath, Ranma took the familiar path back to his room, and luckily didn't have to confront Akane at all on his way there. His bedroom was empty again; his old man was probably sitting downstairs playing games with Mr. Tendo. Feeling glad that he still didn't have to explain anything to anyone yet, Ranma slowly got dressed into his standard red Chinese style shirt, hiking up the collar to cover all of his hickeys, pulled on black work out pants, and then looked at the clock. It was only twelve noon.

Sighing and mentally preparing himself for the embarrassing questions sure to come, Ranma stepped out of his room and headed back down the hall. He was half way down the stairs when he met Kasumi, who was carrying out a tray of sandwiches to the dining table.

"Oh, Ranma!" she greeted pleasantly. "You weren't at breakfast this morning; did Akane take a tray up for you like I asked?" At his nod, she smiled welcomingly. "Lunch is ready if you're hungry," she gestured to the tray and then continued across the hall to the dining room. Ranma followed her, but before entering the room, he stood at the side and peeked inside.

As he suspected, Mr. Tendo and his old man were sitting by the door leading out to the garden, playing a game of checkers. But Ranma wasn't concerned about that; he was worried about Akane, and more importantly, Nabiki. Surely, the nosy middle Tendo would weasel more information out of him than he'd ever like to admit, and Akane's presence would undoubtedly make things worse. Fortunately, neither of the sisters was to be seen, so Ranma strode into the room with relief and sat himself down besides Kasumi, who immediately set a plate for him filled with sandwiches.

"Thanks, Kasumi," he said gratefully, and devoured his fill quickly. "Where's Akane?" he asked between bites.

"In her room," Kasumi replied simply. "She must be tired from last night. What happened, by the way?" she asked, almost in passing, but Ranma could sense her curiosity, and he noticed that both Soun and his father had paused in their game to listen in.

Ranma paused as well and lowered his next sandwich, which was half way to his mouth. He gulped and chose his words carefully. "She was drugged, and kidnapped..." he said. Kasumi nodded, indicating that he go on. "She was at Kuno's house..." he trailed off, hoping that she wouldn't press him. She seemed to know that he was beginning to feel uncomfortable, and so, with a final nod, returned to daintily eating her food. Genma and Soun, on the other hand, scrambled one on top of the other to the table and leaned over it closely, getting face to face with Ranma, who raised one eyebrow at them.

"What else, happened, son?" Soun demanded. "What happened to my baby girl?"

Ranma found it rather easy to skip over the truth with these two in particular. He now realized that it was only Kasumi whom he had trouble lying to.

"She was unconscious, so I brought her home," he said quickly, and then returned to his sandwich.

"But you were gone for a long time," Genma insisted.

"I met the Kuno siblings along the way. They held me up."

The two adults looked at each other, and then shrugged and returned to their game. Ranma felt relief flutter through him that they seemed to have believed his story, and tried not to show it on his face. He was nearly half way through the entire plate of sandwiches Kasumi had made when he heard a pattering on the steps. He turned and choked slightly, surprised to see Akane walking leisurely into the room. She had changed out of her wet clothes and now wore a turtle neck sweater to cover up his hickeys and grey sweatpants. Ranma was glad that it was chilly outside, so her wardrobe couldn't be called into question.

"Hello, Akane," Kasumi said. She pulled the plate half full with sandwiches away from Ranma and slid it over to Akane, who sat next to him. Ranma gulped and swallowed the rest of his lunch with difficulty. "Lunch is ready."

"Thanks, Kasumi," Akane said, and she took two sandwiches, brushing Ranma's hand as he reached for another as well. Ranma froze, glancing sideways at his fiancée as heat rushed down south. Closing his eyes, he took deep breaths, trying with all his might to remain calm.

"Are you alright, Ranma?" he heard Kasumi's concerned voice. "You look red, do you have a fever?"

Ranma shook his head. "N—No, I'm fine, thanks..." He opened his eyes slightly, and the first thing that caught his attention was the vixen sitting next to him. By the look on her face, Akane was obviously having trouble keeping her expression straight. Ranma could see that she was struggling not to laugh. Scowling, Ranma diverted his attention to stuffing his face again. He barely noticed when Kasumi stood up with her empty plate and left to go wash it, as he focused intensely on his food. However, the second her older sister was removed from the table, he saw in his peripherals Akane sliding closer to him, and minutes later, the soft touch of her foot against his own. He paused, and then pressed his foot a little harder against hers. She giggled, ticklish, and her feet traveled up a little further on his leg. She massaged his shin and calve with her feet, her toes pressing against his skin.

"Do you like that?" she asked in a seductively low voice so that their parents wouldn't hear.

"Feels nice..." he whispered back, his eyes half lidded.

"Good..." Akane replied softly. Ranma spared her a glance and saw that she was still trying to suppress a grin. She scooted herself closer so that she was at the edge of the table, on his immediate left hand side, her foot still scooting up his leg; it was now on his knee. Not wanting to just sit and bear with it, Ranma decided to reap some torture for his own, and lay his hand on Akane's thigh. He felt her freeze momentarily, and then relax at his touch. She shuffled a bit, and Ranma realized that she was pulling the blanket attached to the table over her lap to hide his hand. Ranma did the same, but to hide something more embarrassing.

When they had finished getting comfortable, the touching continued; Akane pushed her foot up to his mid thigh. Ranma sighed in response and, with his free hand, reached under the blanket and grasped her leg, running his hand up and down her smooth skin. His left hand, situated on her thigh, slowly slid up until he hit the juncture of her legs.

"Ah..." Akane gasped softly. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trapping his hand.

"Do you like that?" he asked back, and he couldn't hide his smirk. He pressed gently against her sweats, rubbing his hand up and down her privates. Akane's next gasp of pleasure was louder, but still low enough that no one but he could hear. His smirked widened, but Akane retaliated by pressing the heel of her foot against his growing erection. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure.

"You alright, boy?" Genma asked without looking.

"Bit my tongue," Ranma replied, and he heard Akane giggle beside him. To make it look like they were doing something, Ranma grabbed the remote on the table and turned on the television, changing it to a random channel and turning up the volume. Then he refocused on pleasuring his fiancée and rubbed his hand harder against her. Akane moaned and scrunched her eyes shut, biting her lip, and let out an involuntary gasp as he fumbled with the ties of her sweats and forced his hand inside. It was a difficult maneuver; Ranma had to scoot even closer to her so that his outstretched hand wouldn't look suspicious, and it dislodged her foot from the bulge in his pants, but he could hardly complain about that—now was his time for revenge. He pushed his hand further down, grazing against her panties, and then stopped when he felt the damp cloth of her underwear come into contact with his fingers. Akane threw her head back, biting her lip harder to keep from moaning in pleasure, and opened her legs a bit, allowing Ranma more access. He pressed his knuckles against her, rubbing up and down a particular nerve he knew was situated between her folds. Akane sucked in a quick breath and her hips lifted away from the ground as Ranma stimulated her clit. Her legs closed once more, and shut themselves together with such force that Ranma had no hope of pulling his hand back. Not that he wanted to, anyway—the look on Akane's face was absolutely erotic.

He continued to stimulate her until his fingers became soaked with her juices. Then, he pulled away slightly and lifted the lining of her underwear, wanting to feel her without a barrier. He wound his way down to her slick folds and massaged them, his own gasp escaping him at how hot she was. He pressed his fingers against her, rubbing for several minutes, and then, with his pointer and thumb, pinched her clit hard.

The yelp that escaped Akane was so loud that Ranma wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors looked in the direction of the Tendo house with worry that one of the many animals that lived there was being abused. He pulled his hand away immediately, but there was a minute struggle as it became tangled within her panties and sweats. Luckily, they were still under the cover of the blankets, so when Genma and Soun looked over at them, startled, his fight with Akane's clothes went unnoticed.

"Akane, dear, what's the matter?" Soun asked. He scrambled over to his daughter and cupped her face in his hands. "You're so red! You must have a fever!" He turned away and called into the kitchen. "Kasumi, sweetheart, make some tea for your sister, she's terribly ill!" Ranma looked over his shoulder and saw Kasumi, who had already started walking into the room to see what the commotion was, turn around immediately and walk back into the kitchen.

"N—No, dad, it's nothing!" But beneath the table, Ranma felt her hands grasp his own, trying to help him remove the appendage from within her clothing. Beginning to get desperate, Ranma tugged harder and harder, and finally yanked his hand away, but regretted it immediately; Akane yelped again, this time in pain, and scrunched her eyes shut again.

"Akane!" Soun and Ranma shouted simultaneously, though for different reasons. Soun pressed his hand to Akane's forehead.

"You're so warm! Ranma—" he turned to glare at the young teen as if he were the reason his daughter was like this. "Take her upstairs immediately, put her in bed! I'll go get some ice packs!" He thrust Akane into Ranma's arms (Ranma hurriedly wiped the wetness on his left hand off on his pants before receiving her), and then sprinted away to look for ice, Genma hot on his heels. Ranma looked cautiously down at Akane, only to see that her eyes were still scrunched shut. As gentle as possible, Ranma slowly lifted her into his arms and began trekking up the stairs. They both remained silent when they reached her bedroom, and still no words were exchanged when he, as carefully as he could, set Akane down on her bed. Instead of releasing her immediately, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against her temple.

"I hurt you," he stated softly, and held her tighter against him as though hoping it would make her pain go away.

"It's okay—" Akane replied, but Ranma cut across her.

"No, it's not..." he breathed heavily, hating himself. "I swore that I would always protect you, but I'm the one that caused you pain..." He spoke more to himself than to Akane, berating himself.

"Really, Ranma, I'm fine," Akane insisted. She grasped his arm in a comforting manner and lifted her chin, pressing her lips against his jaw. "You were just a little... rough..." Her voice trailed off, but Ranma was unable to tell if she was playing off the pain or not. Nonetheless, the fact that she was trying to comfort made him feel better, though still a little guilty.

"You sure?" he asked again.

"Doesn't even hurt anymore," she smiled up at him, and Ranma leaned down and kissed her cheek. He heard the patter of footsteps and reluctantly pulled himself away to sit on her chair as Soun came bursting into the room, his hands clenching bags of ice while Kasumi trailed behind him.

"Sweetheart, lie down!" Soun reprimanded, pushing Akane down to the bed and apparently unable to hear her denies that she was even sick in the first place. He pulled her bed sheets out from under her and placed them back over her body, tucking her in tightly and, as gentle as if he were dealing with an object that would break at the slightest touch, placed a pouch of ice on her forehead. Behind him, Kasumi placed a steaming mug of tea on Akane's desk. She caught Ranma's eye and giggled.

"Father is always so over protective," she said softly. Under the bustling sound of Soun's worried voice, she added in an undertone, "You should be too, Ranma." He looked up at her curiously, but she merely patted his shoulder, and Ranma felt something slide into the neck of his shirt. Before he could ask what it was, she walked away, taking Soun with her.

"Ranma will take care of her, won't you, Ranma?" Kasumi asked. He nodded immediately. "So there's no need to be worried, father. Akane needs rest right now."

Ranma heard Soun arguing feebly, but judging by how their voices seemed to be fading, the Tendo matriarch was losing the battle.

"Honestly..." Akane said incredulously. She sat up and knocked the ice to the side. "He's so crazy sometimes..." Ranma wasn't paying attention. The second Kasumi had closed the door on them, he had reached up and was picking around the collar of his shirt, where he knew Kasumi must have left a little note, or something. "What're you doing?" Akane asked. He didn't reply immediately, but let out a small exclamation of triumph when he found an unfamiliar texture. He pulled it out, glanced at it, and then dropped it in surprise, his face reddening.

"What's that?" Akane asked. She leaned forward and picked it up and stared at it curiously for a few moments, then the connection was made in her head, and she blushed too. "Who—?"

"Kasumi..." Ranma said a little shyly. Akane's eyes snapped wide open.

"Kasumi?" she repeated. Not answering, Ranma took the condom from her and placed it in his pocket. "You didn't tell her what happened, did you?" Akane asked.

"Of course not," Ranma murmured "I suppose maybe she just guessed." He got up and sidled into the bed with Akane. They lay on their sides facing towards each other. Ranma lifted his arms and wrapped them around her body, squeezing her to him. Akane sighed into his chest and closed her eyes. Ranma had the impression that she was suddenly tired.

"When did we get so close?" she asked out of the blue. Ranma's immediate thoughts went back to Jusendo and he shivered. Akane felt it and shook her head. "We did get closer then, but it's a lot different now..." Ranma peeked down and saw her blushing. "You know... with all the touching..." He couldn't help but smile at how cute she was; after all she went through to torture him, she was still so embarrassed to talk about it.

"Last night, I guess," he replied. She looked up at him, and Ranma didn't like the expression on her face.

"If... If it hadn't been me—if it was someone else, would you be—"

"With them instead of you?" Ranma cut her off sharply. She blushed and looked back down, staring at his chest. Her hands, which were curled in front of her, twitched, and Ranma knew she was refraining from covering her face. He took in a deep breath, calming himself with her scent, and pulled her closer. "The thing is, Akane..." he began, closing his eyes as he let her wonderful smell consume him, "I don't think I could ever be with anyone like this other than you." He didn't know what made him say it; typically he would only admit these kinds of things on very extreme occasions, like when he was fearful of losing her to another man. Now, however, the words flowed out much easier than he thought that they would. Perhaps it was because they had become so intimate physically that Ranma felt his emotional barriers were falling down around Akane, but he knew the same must be true for her, too. She didn't spend her high school life fighting off boys for nothing, and he had to admit, Akane was one tough cookie; he had no idea how he of all people had managed to become so close to her.

"Do you mean that?" Akane's voice cut off his ponderings, but Ranma didn't care. He hadn't realized until now how much he liked the sound of her voice; it was soft and melodic when she wasn't screaming at him.

"I've always felt stronger for you than anyone else..." he admitted. "But the Neko-Ken changed something last night..."

Akane lifted her head curiously. "Changed what?"

Ranma took a minute, trying to choose his words with wisdom. He himself barely understood the concept, but the stuff he was thinking felt like it could accurately describe his feelings, more or less, so he said, in a whisper of a voice, "I think the cat side of me only recognizes you as a mate, Akane. I don't think I could cheat on you even if I wanted to..." He paused and thought about what it would be like if he lay here with another woman like Shampoo or Ukyo. The thought made him sick. "It just wouldn't feel right."

But Akane pulled away slightly, frowning. "But... But cats don't mate like dogs, Ranma."

Ranma raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

"When canines mate, they typically mate with only one other canine, no one else," Akane explained. And then, as if fearing his reaction, said in a much smaller voice, "but felines tend to have multiple mates..."

Ranma stared at her, incredulous. "You don't believe I'd do that, do you Akane?" She stared at him for several seconds, and then shook her head.

"Not you, Ranma, but... your cat side is different."

"Yeah, but..." He paused, trying to find the right words, for she had momentarily stunned him into silence. "When I was in the Neko-Ken, have I ever let anyone other than you calm me down?" he asked her, and he couldn't keep the anger out of his voice that she'd think he would ever leave her. "Do you think I'd go through all this for you—do you think I'd let you torture me so that I'd go running off with some other girl?" Akane shook her head, burying herself into his chest. Ranma held onto her even tighter than before, pressing his nose into her hair and breathing her scent. "Akane, I need you to understand that I would never leave you," he whispered. "I can't even think about living life happily if you weren't in it. Besides, I told you that my cat side wants you as its mate, right?" He pulled back and kissed her forehead. "It wants no one but you." He settled back down, still gripping her to him like a lifeline. He felt Akane gripping his shirt tightly, but she remained silent for a while. Finally, she lifted her head and trailed a line of kisses up his neck and to his ear.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered when she reached it. She kissed his cheek and then lay back down on the pillow.

"S'okay," he murmured back. He snuggled closer to her, at least, as close as he could with her thick blankets covering her body. They lay in silence. Ranma didn't know how long he just lay there breathing. He felt so calm, so at peace with everything for once, that he nearly jumped in surprise when he heard Akane speak, thinking that she had fallen asleep a while ago.

"Do you like it when I torture you?"

Images began to flash through Ranma's brain, memories from last night, to this morning, and how the memory of her hot breath made him feel, and the fantasy he had of her while he was in the bath. His hard on, which was on a temporary break, returned so fast that Ranma felt momentarily dizzy from the blood rush, and he was so hard that he could actually feel himself throbbing, waiting for action. He groaned loudly and closed his eyes. Akane giggled.

"I take that as a yes?"

He grabbed her hand and dragged it down to his pants, pressing it against the bulge there. She gasped softly and instinctively tried to pull herself away, but Ranma made sure she stayed put.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Akane laughed again, but withdrew her hand and shot him an apologetic look.

"I'll stop if you want me to," she said. Ranma leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was chaste at first, but became passionate within seconds. He opened his lips, his tongue poking out to taste her own, and then Akane opened up too, and Ranma was lost in the sanctuary of her mouth. He groaned against her and slowly turned her on her back as he climbed over her body. She lifted her hands to lose them in his hair, but Ranma grabbed them during their journey and forced them down on either side of Akane's head, pinning her to the bed. The kiss lasted for minutes, both of them breathing heavily through their noses, until the air they were getting was no longer sufficient and they were forced to pull apart. Akane leaned back on the bed, gasping for breath as Ranma showered her face with kisses.

"Don't ever stop," he said roughly between each kiss.

"Never?" Akane gasped, her hands struggling against their restraints with the result of him holding her down tighter.

"Never," he confirmed in a raspy voice. He leaned away and pulled the covers from her body, kicking them totally off the bed and onto the floor. Then he grabbed her arms, pulled her into a sitting position, and attempted to pull her turtleneck over her head, but he was getting so frustrated so quickly that he hissed, "Get this damn thing off you or I'm ripping it."

Akane hurriedly pulled the cloth over her body and tossed it to the floor, and then began to unbutton Ranma's shirt. Ranma forced her hands away, not wanting to accidentally hurt her again, and ripped his shirt apart, tossing the useless pieces of cloth down to the floor as well. He then bent back over her, forcing her to lay down on the bed again. Their heated kissing continued, but didn't last as long. Ranma broke away and renewed his attack on her neck, his hands pinning hers back down to the bed. She spread her legs, allowing him to settle himself between them, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her ankles behind him. Using her upper back as leverage, Akane lifted her hips into Ranma's, eliciting a loud groan from the latter. He pressed back down against her, pinning her down by the hips, but he couldn't do anything about the small pulsations she administered against him. Wanting to prolong the pleasurable feelings, Ranma slowly lifted himself away, and then lowered his hips, his hard length brushing against her womanhood. Akane squealed in a very high pitch voice that Ranma knew was inaudible to anyone who wasn't standing right next to them. The sound encouraged him, and he rocked his hips against hers with increased urgency, his breathing heavy in her ear.

"Ranma..." Akane breathed, and a loud moan of pleasure escaped her soon after. Instead of replying, Ranma snuggled his face between her bra-clad breasts before grabbing the connecting string of cloth at the center and ripping it apart with his sharpened incisors. The cups fell away, leaving her breasts for him to view greedily. He spent several seconds admiring them, his hips never stopping their rocking movement, and then he lowered his head and attacked, licking her plump breasts, sucking hard on her nipples. Akane cried out and she arched into him while, at the same time, using her powerful legs to force his hips harder onto hers as she bucked upwards. Ranma's eyes rolled heavenward at the sensation, and he let out a raspy groan through tightly clenched teeth. His hands, still pinning her arms down to the bed, dragged them upwards so that they were above Akane's head. There, he transferred one to the other so that he was now holding her arms down one handed, and his free hand traveled down to brush through her hair, caress her face, fondle her breasts, all the way down to her sweats. He had no trouble getting under her panties at this angle, and let out a low growl of pleasure when he reached her folds, pleased to feel that she was even hotter and more slick than before. He wasted no time in stimulating her again, rubbing her clit with his palm while his fingers pushed against her entrance, slowly widening her.

Akane bucked and rolled her hips beneath him, her beautiful face scrunched with pleasure. Ranma kept his eyes on her, never wavering, as he discovered the special places on her body that would get the best, most pleasurable reactions. Slowly, he let his middle finger probe through her entrance; he pushed all the way through until his finger could go no further, and he groaned when he saw her mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure. Deciding that he needed to see, Ranma released her hands and slid along the length of her body down to her abdomen, where he paused and pressed his nose against her skin, his eyes wide. Her scent, though already having a huge influence over him, had become particularly powerful now. The longer he sniffed, the more ragged his breath became, and he didn't realize he had stopped all movements until Akane was tugging at his pigtail again.

"What's wrong...?" Akane asked in a breathless voice. Ranma didn't answer. Instead, he withdrew his hand from her pants and, staring at her in the eye, licked the juices away from his fingers. He saw Akane's face redden, but he couldn't help himself; he thought that she was intoxicating before, but the way she smelled then was nothing compared to now. Ranma closed his eyes as he leisurely licked his fingers clean, savoring her sweet taste. When he was finished, he looked back down at her, a feral look in his eyes. He lowered himself again, spreading her legs wider to accommodate him, and pressed his nose and mouth directly against her clothed womanhood. Akane bucked her hips hard at the contact, and Ranma had to grab her hips and anchor them to the bed so he could concentrate on her scent without hurting her. He knew she thought that he was paying her back for earlier this morning—Ranma wondered how long she could bear the feeling of hot breath expelling over her most sensitive area, but payback was not his intention as of now. There was a different hormone in her scent now, something that was wildly attracting him to her even more than before. Ranma closed his eyes as he breathed in and out, keeping his nose pressed against her nether regions. It wasn't long before his breathing changed, and he was panting, his breath coming out in violent shudders as, in the back of his mind, a primal part of him was demanding that he mate Akane now, while her body was preparing itself for a child. He ignored those thoughts, wanting to only focus on the pleasure, and stuck out his tongue, dragging it slowly up and down her clothed womanhood.

He heard Akane scream out, and was encouraged to do it again, when he vaguely heard other screams coming from down below. He ignored the banging and yelling, focusing only on giving his mate as much pleasure as possible, when a familiar voice made him pause.

"Tendo, Akane! I, Tatewaki Kuno, have come at last to save you from the wretched Sorcerer's arms! Ranma Saotome, knave, show yourself, and I shall smite thee and free the beauteous Akane from your vile clutches!"

When Ranma looked up, his pupils were narrowed to slits.

Graghhhhh! Okay, extremely frustrated right now! I spent the last two days doing NOTHING but typing typing typing because I was going to have a Holiday one-shot as a present (I hadn't started before because I was thinking I wasn't going to do it, and then I decided to do it, but I failed miserably). I WROTE ALMOST 30 PAGES FOR THAT ONE-SHOT IN TWO DAYS (totaling almost 42 pages given that I had already had some of it started from way long time ago), and then I realized that the last ten pages sounded like crap, so deleted it, but now I have no ending and my eyes are just extremely tired. Sorry to say that my Christmas one-shot (which I'd might as well say two-shot, because it's going to end up being two chapters due to me being a complete idiot) is not going to be posted until NEXT year! Because it IS a Christmas story (though it actually doesn't really seem like it), and so I don't want to post it a day AFTER Christmas or any random time like during summer. At least you know you'll get at least ONE post next year!

Anyway, I have exciting news for you guys! I actually fancy myself a better drawer than writer, because I've been drawing long before I knew how to use a pencil (exaggeration, but oh well). The news is that I have a Doujin style cover drawn out for thisstory! For those of you who don't know what a Doujin (or Doujinshi) is, it's a self-published work of an of a specific anime/manga that is created by a FAN of that anime/manga, not the original artist. It is a manga where the fan artist draws the characters you know into a situation that the artists wants to see them in. For example, if this story were in manga form, then it would be a Doujin. I'm not saying that I'm actually going to draw out the scenes of this fanfiction, but I HAVE drawn the cover title, and I would very much like you all to check it out and leave me your thoughts!

FIND IT HERE (REMOVE SPACES): http : / / miyopiyo . deviantart . com/ art/ Temptation - 275845360 (If the link doesn't work, please go to my profile page, where there is another link to my DeviantART profile!)

Anyway, I really hope that you guys enjoy this! Please consider it your Christmas present (even though it's kinda late), and if you don't celebrate Christmas, then just consider it anything you like!

I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday, and I wish you all a Happy New Year!

~Miyopiyo