Chapter Six
Akane couldn't focus.
She sat at the kotatsu in Kasumi's modest but prettily decorated living room. Nabiki sat adjacent to her, Kasumi across, lightly bouncing her daughter in her lap. Kasumi and Nabiki had been chatting about something…Akane couldn't remember what it was. She hadn't been listening the entire time.
Kimiko, the first child born between the three Tendo siblings, aptly named after her late grandmother, was bouncing her dolly in her lap, mimicking her mother. "Momma, I'm hungry," she said, still bouncing her doll.
"It's getting a little late, but I'm sure a glass of warm milk and some cookies won't be too risky before bed." Kasumi said gently, as Kimiko slid out of her lap. She stood, taking her daughter's hand. "I'll just be a moment."
"No problem, Kas." Nabiki said nonchalantly. Kasumi walked out of the room, and Nabiki looked over to her baby sister. She was looking at the television, which had been going on quietly in the background during the girl's visit. The program currently on held no interest to Akane, Nabiki knew. It was a segment about the stock market…something Nabiki might enjoy, but not her little sister. Nabiki grabbed the remote and flicked off the television. This broke Akane out of whatever reverie she was having, and she looked over at her sister curiously.
"Back in the land of the living, I see," Nabiki drawled, resting her chin in her hand. "I was beginning to think you'd turned into a zombie."
"I was watching that, Nabiki." Akane said weakly.
"No, you weren't." Nabiki retorted bluntly. "In fact, I don't think you've been here this entire time. So tell me, sis…where's Akane tonight?"
Akane sighed. Curse her sharp-as-a-whip sister, and her ubiquitous gift of reading people.
"I'm just…distracted, I guess." she mumbled quietly, playing with her fingers under the table.
"Trouble in paradise…?" Nabiki said as she raised her eyebrows. Her voice practically dripped sarcasm.
Akane shuffled uncomfortably at the obvious jab. "I, well…"
"I've sent Kimiko to bed," Kasumi said, re-entering the room. "Halfway through her milk and she was drowsy. She didn't even touch the cooki…" Kasumi trailed off. She sensed the tension between her sisters instantly. She looked between them, her brow furrowed suddenly with concern. She sat down slowly, and then looked directly at her middle sister.
"Nabiki, what did you say to Akane?" Kasumi said to Nabiki in a soft, chastising tone only Kasumi could make sound so sweet, but also so admonishing.
"Oh, the usual," Nabiki said flippantly. "Just that her marriage is a train wreck and she remains hopelessly in the stage of denial."
"Nabiki!" Kasumi cried. "What a rude thing to say."
"It's called honesty, Kasumi." Nabiki sighed tiredly. "One of us has to do the duty of a big sister here and give her some tough love."
"Well, maybe so, but there are much better ways to approach the situation, Nabiki." Kasumi chided.
Akane looked up at her eldest sister, her eyes glassy. "Kasumi?" she said, sounding a little betrayed. "You too?"
Kasumi looked apologetic, but Akane saw pity in her eyes as well. "Well, there's always been a certain…elephant in the room…on the grounds of your marriage to Ranma, Akane." Kasumi started slowly, visibly trying her best to word things delicately for her sensitive youngest sister.
"You mean how he started to warp his mind to believe he was still a sixteen-year-old with a crush on Akane, so that he could get hitched to her and run away from his problems?" Nabiki supplied coarsely.
"Nabiki—"
"Kasumi, come off it. It's been four goddamn years of this tiptoe, runaround bull. Everyone skips around the issue because it's awkward, but fail to realize the repercussions of all their pathetic pussyfooting." Nabiki's palm slapped down on the table. "Akane's living in a loveless marriage, and she damn well knows it. And you know what, she's no less weak-minded than her so-called 'husband', because she's been deluding herself just as much. The fact any of us have been playing along with their fabrications for this long is asinine."
"Ranma…Ranma was—is, going through a great deal of mental torment, and it would only make it worse if we—" Kasumi stammered.
"Oh, we don't have to do a thing, Kasumi." Nabiki snapped. "Now that Ryoga is back in town, he'll do all the work for us."
Akane's heart jolted. Nabiki leaned back, eyeing her sister with a wry smirk.
"As soon as you called me the other day and told me Ryoga was alive, and back in Nerima, I knew right then and there the jig was up." Nabiki's sardonic tone cut Akane to the core. "This whole little farce you two have been putting on was real entertaining for everyone, sis, but you know as well as I do your marriage to Ranma may as well have been two kids playing house."
Akane was unable to keep the tears from her eyes now. "B-but…I…" The tears rolled thickly down her cheeks. Her face twisted up as a wet sob broke out of her.
Akane couldn't go on, as her emotions overwhelmed her. She burst into hysterical tears before her sisters. Kasumi quickly got up and went to comfort Akane, whose bout of sobs was only getting worse. She wrapped her arms around her little sister as she cried loudly onto her shoulder. She stroked her hair softly.
"We know you love him, Akane." Kasumi said tenderly.
Ranma couldn't focus.
He kept trying to concentrate, but every time Ryoga's lips pressed on his skin, his mind went fuzzy and all that was clear was the deliciously familiar feeling of Ryoga's hot breath feathering across his neck. His lips searched every inch of him; his mouth was tender yet passionate in its administrations, drinking Ranma in desperately. He was fervent, eager, yet slow…tantalizingly, tortuously, but magnificently slow.
Ranma left out a long, soft groan as Ryoga worked back up his neck, along his jaw, finally capturing his wanting lips again deeply. Ranma sighed, as if in relief, and clutched Ryoga's shirt tightly as they kissed feverishly. Ranma's brain felt like millions of tiny bubbles in his head, popping away one by one as he let Ryoga envelop all his rudimentary senses completely.
Ryoga broke the kiss, and stared longingly, lustfully into Ranma's half-lidded blue eyes. He placed chaste, warm kisses on his soft lips as he pulled up Ranma's shirt—his shirt. Ryoga chuckled breathily as he pulled the shirt off of Ranma.
"Remind me to get my clothes back from you once I've taken them all off of you," he said huskily, tossing the shirt aside and kissing Ranma's shoulder. Ranma hummed; clearly pleased the bothersome piece of fabric was finally out of the way.
"I have…a lot of your shirts, actually," he mumbled quietly as Ryoga continued his trail of kisses down Ranma's arm. "The green one…with the Hokkaido flag on it…I wore it to bed once."
"Adorable," Ryoga purred, taking Ranma's hand and beginning to lick at his middle and ring finger. Ranma shivered, and bit his lip.
"Ryoga…" Ranma whimpered with a soft moan.
Ryoga pressed his lips firmly to Ranma's palm, squeezing his hand tightly. He'd waited four years to hear Ranma say his name like that again. And damn was it ever worth the wait. Ryoga came up and enclosed Ranma in a strong but gentle hug, and Ranma squeezed him back with as much eagerness, breathing in Ryoga's wonderful scent, which washed a warm feeling of nostalgia over him.
Ryoga loosened his grip, pulling back to gaze upon the smaller boy underneath him, still finding it hard to believe he was real. He smiled tenderly at him, and Ryoga felt himself swoon like a schoolboy at the look of sweet affection on Ranma's face. Completely enamoured, he closed the space between them again and latched onto Ranma's intoxicating lips once again. Their kiss quickly grew deeper and the heat between them built steadily, their breathing became heavy and hot as Ryoga grazed one of his fangs across Ranma's lips, and Ranma groaned and ran his tongue along Ryoga's bottom lip, seeking entrance.
Their tongues played while Ryoga ran his hands down Ranma's bare chest, eliciting a long sigh and a deep shiver from the pigtailed boy. Ryoga grasped the elastic band of Ranma's sweatpants, and began to tug them down. Ranma fumbled in the dark, desperately trying to rid Ryoga of his shirt. Ryoga pulled away, grabbing the end of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. The sight entranced Ranma, as he stared at the rippling muscles in Ryoga's stomach as he pulled off the shirt. Ryoga caught a glimpse of Ranma grinding his teeth over his bottom lip in desire as he shamelessly ogled Ryoga's half-naked form.
Ryoga smirked, tossing his shirt carelessly across the room. Heady with want, he grabbed Ranma's sweatpants again, and swiftly pulled them down, chucking them over his shoulder. Ranma was propped up on his elbows, never taking his eyes off of Ryoga. Ryoga crawled towards Ranma, and Ranma's heart fluttered at the wonderfully devilish look on Ryoga's face. He lowered himself down flat onto his back as Ryoga positioned himself over him. Ranma's heart raced with lust, excitement, and nervousness all at once. He parted his legs so Ryoga could settle himself between them, and he could feel how hard he was already through his pants. Ranma was no better, his boxers feeling extremely confining.
Ryoga seemed to read his mind, sensing his discomfort, for he began pulling down Ranma's boxers, Ranma lifting his hips slightly to speed up the process. Ryoga successfully removed Ranma's final taxing article of clothing, casting them aside and making his way back up, kissing up Ranma's leg. Ranma twitched violently at the tickle it sent up his whole body. Ryoga paused at Ranma's now fully erect member, and then glanced at him tentatively, but longingly. Ranma's breath was shallow with anticipation, and his expression was all the invitation Ryoga needed.
He grasped the base of Ranma's cock and gently squeezed, causing Ranma to squirm. Ryoga kept his hand in place, and brought the tip into his mouth, slowly. Ranma sighed at the warm wetness of Ryoga's mouth wrapped around him as Ryoga began to gently suck, slowly going further down Ranma's length. He got halfway down, then came back up, and rolled his tongue all around the tip. Ranma groaned, reveling in pleasure yet pained at the tease Ryoga was giving him all at once. Ryoga continued this pattern for a while, before he suddenly took Ranma all the way into his mouth, causing the boy underneath him to jerkily buck his hips, grinding his dick even deeper into Ryoga's mouth.
"Ssshit, Ryoga…" Ranma gasped, arching his head back.
Ryoga continued bobbing his head up and down Ranma's shaft, using his free hand to squeeze the side of Ranma's ass, running his hand down toward his entrance. He pressed the tip of his finger lightly against the outer ring, and Ranma writhed beneath his touch. Ryoga took his hand away, and looked up at a sheepish looking Ranma.
"It's, uh…" Ranma struggled with words. "It's sort of been a long time since, well…"
"We'll go as slow as you want." Ryoga assured.
Ranma nodded, though he still looked apprehensive. "Um…" he looked away. "You wouldn't happen to have, uhh…a condom on you, would you?"
It was Ryoga's turn to look sheepish. "Sorry," he replied, and Ranma bumped his head off the floor with a disappointed sigh. "You don't have any…you know, considering, with Akane…"
Ranma quickly shook his head. "I would 'forget' to buy them, so that we…" he trailed off, his face grim and guilty.
"I see," Ryoga said quietly, pausing awkwardly for a moment. He remembered back to when he'd found the picture of Kasumi's daughter and accused Ranma of sleeping with Akane—something that sounded completely incredulous to say now, but at the time he'd felt angry and left behind. "So, you mean to say that, you and Akane never…?"
"Just once," Ranma whispered. "The honeymoon."
"What about on your own?" Ryoga asked.
Ranma shrugged. "Occasionally," he said. "But, well, just the basics, you know? So I'm…out of practice."
Ryoga crawled up and placed a firm kiss on Ranma's lips, and then leaned down to his ear. "Well, look on the bright side," Ryoga nibbled Ranma's earlobe. "This means, essentially, I get to take you all over again."
Ranma shivered. Ryoga started kissing down Ranma's neck, but Ranma lightly pushed him away.
"Easy, bud. You aren't doing any 'taking' just yet." he got up and went to his dresser and fished through one of the drawers. Ryoga didn't put up a fuss that he'd left him, probably since he was enjoying the view of Ranma's backside. After a moment Ranma turned around, holding a small bottle.
"All I've got is this massage oil stuff," he announced, squinting at the label in the dark.
"It's not a muscle relaxer, is it?" Ryoga asked. "You don't wanna go numb...and neither do I, for that matter."
Ranma checked. "Nah," he replied. "Well, this'll do, yeah?"
Ranma returned to the futon, laying back down and handing Ryoga the bottle. Ryoga squeezed a generous amount onto his palm, rubbing his hands together and slicking up his fingers. He then eagerly went back to giving Ranma's neck some special attention. He came across the old scar at the base of Ranma's neck, a perfect white crescent the exact shape of Ryoga's teeth. Ryoga smirked.
He bit down on the exact spot, pushing the tip of his longest finger into Ranma's entrance, rewarded instantly with a cry from Ranma. Ryoga took that as obvious consent to continue, so he began to zealously attack Ranma's long, lovely neck with teasing kisses and nips, sucks, and bites, all while slowly pushing his finger down to the first knuckle in and out of Ranma. Ranma thrashed beneath him, groaning with want.
"Are you oka—" Ryoga began, still making sure to move his finger.
"More," Ranma grasped Ryoga's shoulders tightly.
Ryoga chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, pulling out his finger, to apply more oil and add in his ring finger. He reentered Ranma again, quicker and deeper this time. Ranma's nails dug into the skin on Ryoga's arms as he arched his back in pleasure.
"Nnnngh…Ryoga, fuck…" Ranma whispered breathily, his eyes were clenched shut tightly, and he kept snagging his own bottom lip with his teeth, biting back the noises he wanted to make as Ryoga's fingers pumped him and stretched him.
"Hmm, you swore at me. You only do that when you're really mad at me, or when you're really…" Ryoga trailed off as he shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go, and Ranma yelped in a mixture of pleasure and pain. "…Eager to fuck me." Ryoga finished.
"Fucking shit, Ryoga!" Ranma cried, propping himself up to smack the top of Ryoga's head.
"I'd like to say that cursing doesn't become you, but I'm afraid I'd have to disagree when it comes to your…bedside manner." Ryoga said teasingly, unaffected by the hit completely. "It's actually pretty goddamn sexy on you."
Ranma's face went an even deeper red than it already was. "Would you quit your gabbling and just screw me, already?" he grumbled.
"I had a lot of time to imagine how my first time with you again would be like once I finally found my way back to you," Ryoga continued. "This certainly wasn't one of the fantasies."
Ranma huffed, making his bangs flutter. "We got all the time in the world to enlighten your dirty mind, pork butt," he groused impatiently. "But for now, I don't give a crap how it's done…I want you right now and that's all I know."
Gruff, brash, and straight to the point…yep, this was his Ranma, all right. This was the genuine article, and he was clad in absolutely nothing, adorably yet sexily flushed, his usual steely-blue eyes had darkened to a hazy indigo in their desire for him. The thought made Ryoga weak and empowered all at once: Ranma wanted him.
Who was he to make him wait any longer?
Ryoga pushed Ranma down onto his back, and was looking at him with such a look of intense love Ranma felt his throat tighten as Ryoga's gaze overwhelmed him. Ryoga pressed his lips to his, and the kiss was so sweet a soft sound escaped Ranma's throat. Their kiss intensified, and Ryoga shuffled his way out of his pants and boxers, not daring to break contact with Ranma's lips. He kicked his leg, flinging the last of his clothes to some far corner of the room. By now the two were breathing heavily, their hearts racing with eagerness. Ranma pushed Ryoga up so he was standing upright on his knees, and Ranma adjusted himself to sit in front of Ryoga's stiff sex.
Ranma was too impatient to ever consider teasing as an option. He looked up at Ryoga as he grasped the base of his cock, and then took Ryoga all the way into the back of his throat. Ryoga gasped, even though he'd braced for it. Ranma had never had a way with words, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to use his mouth. Unlike Ryoga, Ranma didn't possess the tiniest amount of a gag reflex. Ryoga wasn't ashamed to say it was one of the things he loved most about him. And as much as he did like taking his time and ravishing his lover for hours, he had to admit he did enjoy Ranma's "no bullshit" attitude toward foreplay, especially when it came to oral. If there was one thing Ranma Saotome would never do, it was take half measures.
He took Ryoga's full length as deep as it would go, over and over, not too fast, but certainly not slow by any means. Ryoga's whole body shuddered uncontrollably as Ranma continuously fucked him with his mouth. He lurched over, Ranma the only thing keeping him upright. He gripped Ranma's braid, and pulled his head back. Ranma groaned loudly, his weakness for having his hair pulled getting the better of him, and Ryoga was treated to a brief but delightful vibration on his dick before Ranma pulled away with a gasp. Ryoga bent down lower, using his leverage on Ranma's hair to tug his lover's head upward to meet in a wet, heated kiss. Ryoga pushed Ranma backward, pinning him flat on his back with his body. Ranma spread apart his legs so Ryoga could find the perfect place to press his weight against him. Ryoga brushed Ranma's hair out of his eyes.
"You ready?" Ryoga breathed.
"Have been for years," Ranma whispered.
Ryoga kissed him delicately. He grabbed the bottle of oil again; Ranma had slickened him up pretty nicely with his mouth, but wetter was always better. He started positioning himself, rubbing the tip of his dick up the cleft of Ranma's ass, and then he pushed inside him. Ranma sucked in a breath sharply as a quick flash of pain shot through him, then let it out in a long moan as the sensation was quickly overwhelmed by colossal pleasure.
Ryoga practically growled as he slowly pushed his way into Ranma, as far as he could go, burying his face into Ranma's neck. A sudden sense of something akin to relief washed over them both when Ryoga was all the way inside, and he stayed that way for a moment so they could relish in the feeling. Ryoga drew away to look Ranma in the eyes, and he began to slowly pull out. Ranma let out a soft sigh. Ryoga pulled away until only the tip of his cock was inside of him; he paused, and then quickly thrust his whole length back inside of Ranma, arching his hips upwards to hit Ranma's sweet spot.
"Holy shit," Ranma gasped, unable to control the sudden shaking jerk his body made. His hips bucked irrepressibly, gyrating the tip of Ryoga's dick against his prostate again. Ranma's mouth gaped open but no noise came out, and his hands slapped the ground and then gripped tightly at the sheets beneath him. He turned his head to the side; his eyes shut tight, the side of his face pushed against the sheets. Ryoga pulled away slowly again, placing a soft kiss to Ranma's exposed cheek. He pulled out only halfway this time, before slamming back inside once again. Ranma cried out weakly, then groaned. Ryoga sighed, grinding his hips against Ranma's ass, continuously stimulating Ranma's prostate. Ranma made a series of moans and pleasured cries as he shook intensely, twisting beneath Ryoga as if he were being exorcized.
"Fuck, Ranma…" Ryoga hissed out, his self-control slipping away. He began to build up speed, and Ranma gripped onto Ryoga's shoulders for dear life.
"Ahhhnn," Ranma moaned desperately. "Ryoga…"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Harder."
Ryoga complied instantly. Maintaining his momentum, he began to pound as hard and deep as he could with each and every thrust; Ranma couldn't help but cry out for every single one. He dragged one of his hands down Ryoga's triceps, the other across his shoulder blades. He heaved Ryoga closer, even though he was already pinned beneath his entire weight. Their bodies mashed together, Ryoga's weight grinding up against his whole frame as he thrusted in and out of him, but Ranma still wasn't close enough. He grabbed Ryoga by the hair, pulling his head back. Ryoga's eyes were half-lidded with lust and pleasure, and looked at Ranma benevolently. Ryoga's bangs stuck to his forehead in places from his sweat, and his lips were slightly parted as he panted roughly. Ranma cupped the sides of his face, drawing him in for a firm, yet soft kiss. Ranma broke away as Ryoga hit that same spot in him once again, and he whimpered against Ryoga's lips. Ryoga captured his lips again, rougher this time, cast over the edge by Ranma's delicious sounds directly in his ears. He threw aside the very last ounce of his self-control, and began to thrust as hard as he could go.
Ranma went limp, only able to keep his grip on Ryoga's shoulders as he fucked him senseless. His vision blurred into a single colour, his mouth was agape but he couldn't make a sound, all he could hear was Ryoga's fast, hot breathing in his ear. All he felt was Ryoga's weight against him, the sweat trickling down the side of his face, and Ryoga's cock slamming into him as far as it would go. Ryoga let out a harsh cry, and a long, rough groan as he reached his climax. The sensation of Ryoga's hot seed shooting inside him, and his softening cock still brushing up against the bundle of nerves deep within him caused Ranma to go over the edge himself. Ryoga shivered, still coming down from his strong orgasm, as Ranma was reveling in his own. Ryoga's arms wobbled to hold him upright, but he forced himself to keep position as Ranma came down from his high.
Ranma quieted down, his breathing softened as the deep tremors coursing through his body began to lessen. Ryoga pulled out of him carefully, and he let out a slow moan. Ryoga flopped down beside Ranma and rolled onto his back. The two stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh in unison. They were still for a while, simply savoring their afterglow. Ryoga kissed Ranma's shoulder; Ranma smiled. He looked over at Ryoga, whose eyes were closed. Ranma kissed his lover's slick forehead, and Ryoga opened one eye, smiling blearily.
"C'mon," Ranma said quietly, kissing his nose. "Let's go get a bath."
"But…so soft…" Ryoga sighed, closing his eye again.
"More like sticky," Ranma quipped lightly. "You're gonna ruin my bed."
"Your fault," Ryoga muttered sleepily.
"Whatever, porkchop," Ranma sat up and tugged Ryoga's ear. "Come on, already. I'll wash your back if you wash mine."
"My stomach is a little messier than my back." Ryoga teased, propping himself up to give Ranma a sly look. Ranma bopped his fist off the top of his head in retort, and stood up. Then, he buckled over with a yelp, grabbing the small of his back. His afterglow had officially worn off, and the ache inside of him was starting to make itself known. He grimaced, rubbing his back tenderly. Ryoga got up and came over to him, managing to look a little pitying (even though he was kind of proud of himself for giving him such a lay). He swept Ranma up bridal style, causing another yelp from the pigtailed boy.
"Looks like I'll be the one carrying you," Ryoga said with a smirk, heading toward the door and sliding it open with his foot, walking out into the hallway and turning left.
"The bath's downstairs," Ranma grumbled, grumpy over his sore ass and embarrassed over having to be carried. He had to admit that if he had tried to walk on his own two feet, he would have had a serious limp. "Turn around."
Ryoga turned, and headed for the stairs. Ranma directed him through the house until he reached the furo at the far end. Ryoga moved his arm to grab the doorknob, and Ranma slid down slightly. Ranma wrinkled his nose as they walked into the outer bathing area of the furo.
"Ugh," Ranma groaned. "Now it's on me, too."
"To be technical, there's a lot more of it inside you than on either of us." Ryoga said lightly, setting Ranma down. Ranma gave Ryoga a dirty look, half-wincing at the flash of pain that had shot up his back at being put on his feet again. Then he scoffed, turning toward the door that headed into the inner bath.
"I'll fill the tub. You start washin' up."
Ryoga took a basin and started to fill it with lukewarm water. He grabbed soap and a towel, sitting down on a small stool to dump the contents of the basin over his head. He began scrubbing at his stomach with the soap as Ranma re-entered, setting up beside him. He sat down on another stool and splashed himself, and Ryoga looked over to see Ranma shaking out his now vibrant red hair. She started to wash, soaping up her chest and shoulders before glancing at Ryoga to find him staring. He wasn't even washing himself anymore. Ranma squeezed her bar of soap, and it shot out and smacked Ryoga's chest.
"Haven't had enough of me yet?" she teased, quirking an eyebrow mischievously at Ryoga.
"I could never get enough of you," Ryoga said, serious in comparison to Ranma's jokey tone.
Ranma snickered, but there was tiny flush to her cheeks. "Yeah, right," she mumbled, scrubbing down her arms. "You just want a shot at my girl side too, ya perv."
"Which side you were never mattered to me," Ryoga explained. "I love you, Ranma. Not your boy half, not your girl half. Just you."
Ranma's heart fluttered. She looked at Ryoga and smiled softly.
"That was…one of the things I loved most about you," she admitted quietly. She could remember the first time Ryoga had said that to her.
Ryoga heard him coming before he even saw him. He was in his bedroom, lifting dumbbells and watching the television when he heard the rapid thumping of someone running down the hall. Ryoga looked up in time to see a flash of red hair shoot past his doorway. Looks like it was his outlandish boyfriend making all the noise, as usual, and it looked like he wasn't exactly a boy at the moment, either.
"Ranma?" Ryoga called.
Ranma didn't reply, so Ryoga got up and followed the sound of his racing footsteps to the bathroom. He opened the door, to find Ranma standing by the sink, filling a bucket with water. She was completely drenched, and shivering. Ryoga looked out the bathroom window to see sheets of rain slamming against the pane of glass.
"Geez," Ranma grumbled. "One minute you're taking the laundry outside, the next you're a freakin' woman."
Ryoga smirked. "I think that's just you," he remarked casually. "But I can still relate. Gotta love those torrential downpours, hm?"
Ranma yanked her shirt off, casting it aside with a displeased snort, followed by her pants. Ryoga raised his eyebrows at the now half-naked redhead before him. Sure, he'd seen Ranma like this countless times before, but that was before they were dating, and before she'd moved in to live with him. Ranma looked over at him, and sneered at him playfully when she caught him ogling.
"Ranma," Ryoga said suddenly. "Do you ever think about…um, sex in your girl form?"
Ranma bristled, her jeering look vanishing instantly. "…Wh-where's this coming from all a sudden?" she stammered, her voice wavering.
Ryoga was twiddling his fingers. "I mean, that is…well, we already have, y'know…while you were a guy…and I just figured," Ryoga steeled himself, looking Ranma straight in the eye. "That…we could take our relationship to another level."
Ranma pressed her lips together. "Isn't me movin' in with you 'taking it to another level'?" she asked slowly.
"It was…it is…" Ryoga said quietly. "I just meant…that I don't want there to be any boundaries between us, intimacy-wise. It's not like I'm asking you to do because I'm curious. I mean, I am curious, but I just more wanted to know if…you'd ever considered it, with me, too?"
Ranma stared at Ryoga for a long time. The way he was playing with his hands like that, Ranma knew he was being genuine. That small, innocent gesture was enough to reassure her that this just wasn't about Ryoga's own boyish fantasies. He cared about Ranma's feelings, too. That wasn't something she was used to. She also wasn't used to openly discussing her feelings too much, but with Ryoga, it was always different. She took a deep breath.
"It always just seemed…a little weird," she mumbled. "I mean, it's a completely different ballpark, when I'm a girl. I have no clue what it'd be like."
Ryoga raised his eyebrows, surprised she'd even admitted to anything, but also curious by what she had admitted. "Never got the least bit curious?"
"Well, sure, but…I guess with it just being dubbed as a 'curse' and all, made the thought of tryin' anything seem like…taboo, ya know?" Ranma shrugged passively. "So even if it did cross my mind, I got too freaked out to let it go any further than that. Besides, with all those jerks from the past, grabbin' at me and junk…made it hard to want to try without being reminded of that. Without thinking that, I was no better than them."
Ryoga walked up to her. He placed his hands on Ranma's shoulders, which like the rest of him were much tinier in his girl form.
"But it's me, Ranma," Ryoga said in a near-whisper. "You know I'm not like those guys. I'm not with you for your girl side. You're beautiful to me either way. I'm not with you just for your male side, either. I want you to feel completely comfortable around me, in either form. And I want to be able to show you just how I feel about you, all of you."
He squeezed her shoulders, which had started to shake slightly.
"I won't go any father than what you say," he went on. "You'll be completely in control. If you want to stop, I will. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."
Ranma's eyes went wide.
All my life, she thought, I've been doin' what everybody else wanted me to do.
Ryoga's husky voice and large, strong hands on her shoulders made Ranma feel light and tingly. She could a small pulsing sensation in her crotch as her body reacted to Ryoga's closeness to her; the look in his eyes, the feel of his hands…it was similar to what she experienced as a man, yet also completely different. She looked down at the bucket, overflowing with hot water now as the sink continued to run. She shut off the tap, and turned to face Ryoga again. His eyes searched hers pleadingly. She brushed his hands off her shoulders, and turned to face the bucket. Ryoga watched her apprehensively.
Shit. I knew I'd just scare him off, he thought resolutely.
Ranma grabbed the bucket, and capsized it, to Ryoga's surprise, down the drain. She turned back to Ryoga and grabbed the confused boy by the shirt. She jerked him closer, dragging him downward and standing on her tiptoes to capture his lips with hers. She broke away after a while, becoming aware of their appearance. Ryoga was hunched completely over, yet she was still straining on the tips of her toes to reach his lips.
"This is a lot easier when I'm a guy," Ranma said with a pout.
Ryoga smiled, hoisting Ranma up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck. They were face-to-face. "This better?" Ryoga offered.
"Much," Ranma said with a laugh. She kissed him again. "I'm thinkin' the bedroom would be even better, though."
Ryoga smirked, heading out of the bathroom. "Well," he said. "Which way, Red?"
Ranma got off her stool and went over to Ryoga, sitting in his soapy lap. He gladly welcomed her, wrapping his arms around her teeny, curvy waist.
"Well," Ryoga said, smiling. "What do you say, Red?"
Ranma smiled at the old nickname. She leaned down and pressed her lips firmly to his, running her hands down Ryoga's slick arms. Ryoga sighed. As a boy, Ranma's touch was strong and supple. As a girl, it was incredibly soft, but by no means feminine. Ryoga coursed his hands up her thighs and stomach, and then cupped and squeezed Ranma's breasts gently. Ranma bit her lip as Ryoga pinched her nipples, which were more ticklish than anything when he was a guy, but as a girl they were delightfully sensitive. Ryoga, of course, knew this. He caressed her body confidently, expertly—a seasoned lover; knowing all of Ranma's sensitive triggers whether he was male or female.
"God, you're lovely," Ryoga breathed, beginning to kiss across Ranma's collarbone. Ranma shivered beneath his touch, but willed herself not to get lost in his touch. She could feel Ryoga's erection already, pressing against her inner thighs. She moved her hips, purposely grazing his stiffening member. Ryoga sighed, running his tongue up her neck, toward the shell of her ear. An intense tickling sensation ran up her back and into her head, and Ranma moaned, reaching down to massage Ryoga's aching cock. Ranma's lusciously soft hands fondling him made Ryoga's breath hitch, and his back arched into the touch.
"Ah, R-Ranma," he groaned, biting Ranma's earlobe.
Ranma kissed his forehead as she raised her hips slightly, positioning Ryoga at her entrance. Ryoga grasped her shoulder, stopping her actions.
"Here, let's get onto the floor," Ryoga suggested. He slid his hand under Ranma, holding her upright one-handed while he lifted himself up slightly and moved the bath stool out of the way. He lowered himself onto the bath tile and jumped. "Shit, that's col—Aagh!" He was cut off as Ranma suddenly pushed his cock inside of her without warning. She sat on top of him, smirking at his flushed face, his cock buried down to the shaft within in.
"Ffff-uuck, Ranma!" Ryoga cried out loudly as the redhead grinded her hips slowly against him. Ranma groaned, her lips pressed together, as the tip of Ryoga's cock rubbed against her g-spot and clit simultaneously at her actions. Ryoga clenched his hands tightly on her thighs.
Whether it was giving head, or taking the reins of control, Ranma never drew things out for too long. Call it impatience, but Ryoga never seemed to care, and he certainly didn't now, as Ranma began raising and lowering her hips, pushing Ryoga's shaft in and out of herself, grinding him inside even deeper when she went all the way back down each time. Ryoga lost himself in the feeling of Ranma's warm, soft wetness enveloping his pulsating member, and savored the sight of Ranma's wet, soapy tits bounce as she rode him. Ranma threw her head back, her eyes shut and mouth hanging open with ecstasy.
"Ryoga…" Ranma whimpered.
"I'm home!"
Ranma and Ryoga froze.
"That's…" Ryoga began, his eyes wide.
"Akane." Ranma whispered, her face horror-stricken. She got up, and Ryoga had to choke back what would have been a loud moan at the feeling of pulling out of Ranma so abruptly. Ranma stood rooted to the tile floor, heart racing as the situation slammed down on her like an anvil.
She was stark-ass naked with an equally naked Ryoga lying on her bathroom floor, and both of their clothes were scattered around her room upstairs. Akane would go there to check on her first. Ranma whirled around to Ryoga, who was standing up now, looking as appalled as she did. They didn't have time to think. Ranma grabbed Ryoga's arm and yanked him into the inner bath. The furo was starting to overflow. She grabbed the showerhead and turned it on, pulling Ryoga under its stream. Ryoga instantly felt the change, and he shrunk down to floor-level, becoming a little black piglet.
He looked around for Ranma, who with incredible speed had plunged into the furo, reemerged, shut off the bath and shower faucets, and was now opening the window above the tub. He cast one last look back at the black pig, and his eyes told Ryoga to stay where he was. Ryoga sat on the wet floor of the furo, and watched Ranma leap out the window and onto the roof.
"Ranma?" Akane called, peering into the living room. The television was on, and there was a bowl of barely-touched crackers sitting on the table. However, there was nobody in the room. She hummed to herself, and then made her way out into the hall. She heard footfalls coming from upstairs suddenly, and headed back toward the front door to go upstairs. She ascended to the second floor, and reached Ranma's old bedroom. As she reached the door, it slid open suddenly.
Ranma stood clad in boxers and a tank top, his hair dripping, a towel around his shoulders. Akane looked at him, blinking at his appearance.
"Yo," he greeted. "You're home early."
"I am?" Akane said, looking confused.
"Said you wouldn't be back till morning," Ranma pointed out, raising an eyebrow. He leaned against the doorway, albeit awkwardly.
Akane stared at him. "It is morning, Ranma," she said bluntly.
Ranma's eyes were wide. Just how long had he and Ryoga…?
"Have…have you been up all night, or something?" Akane asked, looking at him incredulously. "The TV was still on downstairs, and…did you just have a bath?"
Ranma scratched his nose, his heart pounding. "Y-yeah?" he croaked. "I…couldn't sleep. I tried watchin' TV, but that was boring. So I, uh…had a workout in the dojo, and then came in for a bath. Guess I didn't realize how long I'd been…working out…for."
Akane paused for a moment. "I see," she said finally.
"Well, why did you come back so early in the morning, anyways?" Ranma went on. "It can't be later than 2—it's still dark out."
Akane looked at her feet. "I dunno," she said with a shrug. "I just…felt like coming home, I guess."
"It's too dangerous for a girl to walk home by herself when it's that dark out," Ranma said with a frown. "Some creep could've—"
"I'm a martial artist, not some helpless dame, Ranma." Akane snapped suddenly, looking up at him sharply. "I can take care of myself."
Ranma's frown deepened into an irritated scowl. Was she really going to start this crap now? He opened his mouth to retort, and then closed it slowly with a sigh.
"Sure you can," he muttered tiredly.
Akane stiffened. He wasn't going to fight her about it?
"So, you goin' to bed now?" Ranma asked, changing the subject.
"I dunno," Akane muttered. "Are you?"
Ranma could tell by the underlying ice in her tone that she was testing him.
Are you going to sleep in the same bed as your wife tonight?
"I'll be there in a bit," Ranma said quietly. "…Left a mess downstairs."
Akane nodded remotely, walking past him and down the hall towards her bedroom. Ranma watched her go, waiting to hear her bedroom door close behind her. He stooped down and picked up Ryoga's clothes, folded in a pile behind the door. He looked at the clothes in his arms, and sighed. Then he headed downstairs, while his wife crawled under the sheets in their bed.
They both knew he wouldn't be joining her.
Authour's Notes:
After four long years, at last, Ranma and Ryoga are together again. And it took me three long years to write this fucking chapter. Sigh. I think this one was one of the most fun to write so far...I'm sure you can understand why (heh heh.) I'm sorry I kept you all waiting for Ranma and Ryoga's big smutty debut for so long...I hope it was worth the wait.
Stay tuned for Chapter Seven...I promise it won't take another three years.
- Jadells