An American Breakfast
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Ranma Saotome had tried everything short of murder. It seemed no matter what he did, that jackass Ryouga, wouldn’t leave him and Akane alone for one minute. Not that Ranma blamed him really. There’d been a time when he was much the same way. Even that wouldn’t have bothered Ranma much, interruptions were something he’d learned to live with. No, what really bother him, no…what pissed him off was that he was beginning to suspect Akane for actually liking Ryouga. He’d seen the way she looked at him. And how she always came to his defense. What could he do if Akane had acquired feelings for Ryouga? "Nothing." He almost sadly thought.
Ryouga was again staying the night at the Tendou’s. His over-night trips seemed to be more and more frequent. Ranma was growing suspicious. If something was happening between Ryouga and his fiancee, tonight he’d find out what.
Night fell over Nermia. Everyone went to sleep at the Tendou’s as everyone always does. Everyone but Ranma. He didn’t care that there was school the next morning, he wanted to solve this tonight. He kept one eye on Akane’s bedroom door, and one eye on the guest room that Ryouga was staying in. If the two got together during the night, he’d see it happen. He positioned himself in the hall, and there he waited.
Nothing happened. The minutes ticked off into hours, and there was no sign of Ryouga or Akane. When it was 4:03am, Ranma decided he was too tired to stay up any longer. If they were going to pull anything tonight, they’ve done it by now. Sleepily he rose. "Of course," he softly thought. "I could be wrong about the whole thing…"
He headed for his room but stopped at a slight noise from Akane’s room. "Probably just her rolln’ over in her sleep." Ranma thought. Regardless, he went to investigate.
He stood directly in front of her bedroom door, his hand on the knob, and he listened. It was quiet, but occasionally he heard a soft creak. Knowing that Akane’d smash him with her mallet if she caught him ‘peeping’ into her room while she slept, Ranma hesitated.
If he was only over reacting…but he stopped. He’d already lost all hope of sleeping tonight. If he didn’t look, he’d never get to sleep. If he did look, the worse he could get would be a mallet to the face, and then at least he’d get to sleep. And so, he very gently opened her bedroom door, and looked inside.
Ranma froze. His heart seemed to stop, and then it began again, beating rapidly. The scene in front of him not only revolted him, but considering who it involved, it repulsed him.
Akane lay on her bed, eyes tightly shut, her nude back to the mattress of the bed, her body uncovered. Ryouga was positioned on top of her, eyes equally shut. Both of them were ‘joined’ at the pelvis. Their hips pulsed together in hard rhythmic understanding. Akane’s small little hands wandered Ryouga’s bare body. One hand on his back, the other stroking his rear. Ryouga’s hands were a mess. One near her head, stroking her short dark hair, the other alternated between fondling one of her small erect breasts, too stroking her thin smooth waist and legs.
Both breathed raggedly, clenching their teeth, knowing that even one audible moan of utter ecstasy could condemn them. That was the ‘creaking’ he’d heard, coupled with the sigh of the bed as their bodies pumped. The covers of the bed were scrunched at the foot, exposing both entirely. They both glistened in the feeble moonlight, their bodies hot with passionate sweat.
The window above Akane’s bed was open, telling how Ryouga arrived undetected. Now a soft warm breeze wafted in. Then, as Ranma watched, Ryouga ‘dismounted’ Akane. A soft mutter of extreme displeasure escaped Akane’s lips. In response, Ryouga’s hand, that’d been caressing her breast, traced the contour of her chest, her erect nipple, her slender waist and hips, down her silky thigh, where upon he reached her knee and began his travel back up, to her soft inner thigh, and then his muscular hand found the opening between her legs, and slid in. Akane’s face tensed and then relaxed, her lips pursing into an ‘o’ of silent exaltation. Ryouga smiled, a white fang showing past his lips, and his ‘inner’ hand began to throb. Soon her added a second finger. Akane’s face again contorted into painful pleasure. Her legs slowly began to spread with each thrust Ryouga made, allowing a deeper and more satisfying reach each time. And as she spread her leg, more and more opening, wet and inviting, Ryouga’s hand speed increased, his third finger forced its way in, and he got faster each time he entered her.
Then, when he could thrust no deeper, enter no faster, and she could spread her legs no wider, she violently shuttered. And she fondled herself, and she tried to shove her own fingers inside her dripping flower middle, and she bucked her hips, her breathing ever deeper and more ragged.
With her one free hand she pulled Ryouga back on top of her. Her other hand still trying to dig into her hot-throbbing opening. She found his erection, still slick and wet with her juices, and she coaxed his hand out with a slippery sigh. Her fiery opening now free of the enjoy obstacle, beckoned to her, and four her own thin fingers found her ultimate point of pleasure. She did herself a few seconds, with Ryouga’s weight pressing her hand deeper into her self. Her fingers writhed inside, and her palm pumped the outside on her groin. She rubbed herself harshly, the wetness spreading to her inner thighs, and her lower belly. Then she took her other hand and found the one already entered. Her hand took hold of Ryouga’s erection, hard firm and dripping its own fluid. She took it and forced it back into her, where her flower swallowed it with sleek wet lips. Joined again, in a perfect mold, Akane’s eyes opened and she looked at Ryouga’s tense face. His face was beaded in sweat, his eyes tightly shut, struggling to hold back his cries of ecstasy. She reached her soft hand to touch his taunt cheek. His eyes opened, and looked at her. She held his gaze, and then brought their heads together, and completed the joining by kissing him full on his lips.
At that final innuendo of unspoken love, Ranma turned and softly closed the door behind him. However he wasn’t bitter, and a smile played upon his lips. As he walked towards the bathroom to fetch a bucket of cold water, he caught the morning sun rising. His stomach rumbled, and his pace quickened. The family was going to have bacon for breakfast in the morning, and Kasumi’d need the ham shortly. He knew just where to find the ham, on a pig, and he knew right where that pig was…
His smile widened. "An American Breakfast." He hungrily thought.
Fineč