The Fool

The infamous Hot Springs Incident- a terrible ordeal that would leave the dorm divided for several weeks- came and went. On the train ride back from Kyoto, sitting with the girls of course, you received a text from Akihiko. Given that you were nearly an hour into the trip home, it was easy to imagine Aki agonizing all night and all day over what to say. It said, simply:

I'm so sorry. Junpei made me do it. Forgive me?

"Who's texting you?" Yukari asked. You paused to think, for the briefest of moments. You and Akihiko had both agreed, for the time being, to keep your relationship a secret, for the benefit of SEES. Nothing in Akihiko's text indicated that you were dating, and it would be a weird thing to keep a secret, so you told them.

"Akihiko-senpai. He says Junpei made him do it." You showed your phone to Yukari for proof.

"Ha! Not a chance, loser," Yukari sniffed. "Besides, why is he only asking you to forgive him?"

"Probably because he knows he'll never get to go on a mission ever again if she doesn't," Fuuka laughed, providing an answer for you. "At least he's sorry."

"Whatever. He's only sorry 'cause Mitsuru-senpai kicked his ass." The three of you enjoyed a good laugh at Yukari's impeccable impression of the three boys begging Mitsuru for their lives. Mitsuru Kirijo's executions were not something to be trifled with. When the commotion died down and Yukari and Fuuka had moved on to chatting about things like clubs and which boys in your class managed not to be total douchewads, you slipped your phone back out to respond.

See you tonight at the usual place.

The 'usual place' was, of course, Aki's bedroom. You'd decided on that code because to your dorm mates, it made it sound like you were talking about Tartarus. You had no intention of going to Tartarus the night you got home from the class trip, of course. You were just dedicated to the secrecy, that was all.

You and your friends feebly dragged your suitcases back into the dorm and collapsed onto the couches in the lounge. They weren't paying attention to you, so you figured you would make your escape. You stood up to leave.

"Are you going to bed?" Fuuka asked.

"Yep," you said cheerfully. "I'm beat." And, given your usual calculations, you had less than five minutes to get everything in place. Hoisting your bag, you set off up to the third floor. You dropped your bag on your bed and turned on your music- you had a now-useful reputation for always sleeping with music on. With the CD set on repeat, loud enough to be heard at the door but not loud enough to disturb anyone, you rushed back downstairs and slipped into Aki's room, confident that no one had seen you.

Akihiko had no neighbors on either side of his room, not since Shinjiro had been moved to the hospital, so you didn't have to worry about tip-toeing around. Nevertheless, you sat quietly on his bed and listened to each of your dorm mates stagger up the stairs and into their respective rooms. Akihiko was dead last, of course. He was even more paranoid than you were. When he saw you were waiting for him, he smiled.

"So- are you still mad at me?" he asked timidly. You gestured for him to come over and sit down, which he did, except that he was more than a foot away from you.

"I'm not mad, Aki," you said softly. "It was an accident." Akihiko visibly relaxed, but he didn't move any closer to you. He'd barely touched you since you started dating, except for a couple awkward hugs. You were all for giving him space and all that, but, well, a girl had needs, and those needs had to be tended to. You scooted over next to him and slid your arms around his waist. He returned the embrace.

"I'm glad you're not mad at me," Akihiko mumbled into your hair. You rested your head on his shoulder. Straight-up jumping his bones was out of the question, but, well… it had been a few weeks, now. There came a time when a girl had to fish or cut bait.

"I just wanna know one thing," you murmured.

"What's that?"

"Did you like what you saw?" It took a moment for Aki to realize what you were asking, but when he did, his eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"I liked what I saw…" you murmured. You slowly disentangled your arms from around Aki's waist, and brought your hands up to press against his chest. His heart was pounding, you could feel it. You reached up and disentangled the tie around his neck. He whispered your name, half question, and half moan.

"Kiss me," you ordered. Aki hesitated, but obliged. He gently ran a finger across your cheek before planting a chaste little kiss on your lips.

Well, it was a start, but it left you wanting.

This time, you took the lead, pressing your lips against his. When he opened his mouth to let out the breath he'd been holding, you launched an all-out attack. Your tongue brushed against his lips. He was wearing cherry chapstick. Once he'd recovered from his initial shyness, Aki kissed you back, in earnest. His hands moved over your body, hesitantly, as if he weren't quite sure where to put them. He settled on your hips, and lower back. After what had to be several minutes, you broke the kiss, and licked your lips.

"Yeah," Aki said, blushing, with a shy little smile.

"Yeah, what?"

"Yeah, I liked what I saw, too." His eyes traveled down your body, still covered by your rather modest school uniform. His pupils dilated. He knew what was underneath. You grabbed him by the collar, the tiniest hint of roughness. Aki liked it, and happily obliged when you pushed him back on the bed, so that his back was against the wall. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, wrapped your fingers in his hair, and re-initiated the kiss. When you broke apart, you were both gasping for breath.

Your skirt was more than askew by this point. Your bare thighs spread out over Aki's bed. You caught him staring longingly at them, and you decided to see how far you could push him. You know, just for funsies.

"God, it's hot," you laughed. You leaned over, first to the right, and began slowly peeling off your school-issue knee sock, revealing your toned calves by inches in the process. Akihiko watched, enthralled. Once you discarded the first sock, you leaned over and went to work on the second one. Your movements caused your groin to rub almost casually against Aki's- if he were having a reaction, you couldn't feel it just yet. You leaned back and unbuttoned your jacket and untied your bow, tossing them aside, as well.

"That's better," you sighed. Aki was looking decidedly hot under the collar. You lifted his hand, gave it a squeeze, and then placed it on your naked upper thigh.

Something stiffened in between your legs, and it certainly wasn't on your body. Akihiko gasped, closed his eyes, and flushed with embarrassment. He had a wild expression on his face, a bizarre combination of I'm really horny and I want to die. His swollen lips and disheveled hair weren't helping.

"D-Dammit," he stammered. "I-" You cut him off with another kiss. You ran your hands across his chest and pushed your hips against him, this time, deliberately. Aki moaned. He wasn't going to hold on much longer, at this rate.

"Take my shirt off," he mumbled, when the kiss ended. He said the words so quietly, you almost missed them.

"What was that, Aki?" You emphasized his nickname, playfully. Aki glared at you, also playfully, and began tugging at his clothes himself. You helped, brushing your fingers against his bare skin. Once the bothersome garments were gone, you pressed your lips against Aki's throat, evoking another moan.

"You know when I knew that- ah- I liked you?"

"If you say something about my stellar personality or shining eyes at a time like this, I am so leaving you high and dry." Ok, that wasn't strictly true. But threats were power. You licked his Adam's apple, only briefly, but it was enough to feel it bob as he swallowed, hard.

"Oh, no. Sometimes when you're attacking with your naginata, your s-skirt flies up. Shinji caught me looking. Over and over again." He paused to tilt his head back so that you could go for the jugular. So to speak. "Remember that black eye I had…? Yeah, I got hit in the face because I wasn't paying attention." You sat back upright and gave him a kiss, nibbling on his lower lip. "I'm so glad to tell you that. I've been trying to figure out how to apologize for a-ahaaah!" Your hands were running along the waistline of his jeans, ruffling his silver happy trail.

"You're such a dork," you said.

"Am not," he protested, his face flushing red.

"Are too." You kissed him again. By this point, it was safe to say that you were officially making out with Akihiko Sanada. Akihiko's legs would occasionally quiver and twitch, evidence that your movements were still helping his hard-on along. His hand was still frozen on your thigh. Once again, you pressed your hand against his, and gently slid his hand up towards your hip. His hand, normally one of his two greatest weapons, trembled with uncertainty and anticipation.

You pushed that hand under your skirt.

"Oh," he whispered. "Oh." Suddenly, he remembered how to move his arm, and you felt him run his fingers along the lacy edge of your panties. He managed to brush the edge of your labia before he got too embarrassed to continue, and retreated to the now-safe terrain of your inner thigh.

"I want you to touch me," you told him, arching your body against his. "I want you to touch me and I want you to look at me. Always." You took his hand again, and this time, pressed it against your breast. He cupped it automatically, allowing himself only one tiny, curious squeeze before freezing again.

"Take my shirt off," you said, echoing his words from before. He fumbled with the buttons on your blouse. You stretched your arms behind you to slide the top off. You hadn't exactly dressed for sex this morning, so all you were wearing was a standard cotton bra, but Aki seemed enthralled, nonetheless. You helped his hands back to the clasp, and sucked on his neck while he fumbled to undo it. Your breasts tumbled free as you tossed the cheap bra aside. Akihiko stared for a long moment, before shyly moving his hands back up to your ribcage, and sliding his fingers along the edges of your curves. He was still too unsure of himself to grab what he wanted. As it were.

He seemed to like it when you were aggressive, so without asking permission, you reached down and unbuckled his belt. You yanked it off with a swift crack and tossed it onto the floor. As you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, you heard a soft gasp escape his lips, as some of the pressure on his groin was relieved. You hadn't touched it yet, but you could sense how hard his dick was throbbing.

"H-hey," Aki stammered. "Do you think- I mean- too fast-?"

"Aki," you said. Once again, he relaxed at the use of his nickname. "Every night, we risk our lives. I want to be with you." You rolled off of him to give him a chance to pull his pants and socks off. While he did so, you obligingly yanked your skirt off, as well. Both of you were bare, save for your underwear- for you, a plain pair of cotton briefs, and for him, shapely black boxer-briefs. You supposed that, as an athlete, he'd want his junk to be kept secure.

You wrapped your legs around him again, and pressed your crotch against his. He gasped when he felt how wet you were.

"Is that-? Oh- oh," he mumbled. His legs twitched involuntarily again. You kissed him again, this time with your tongue, and he accepted it gladly, swirling his own tongue around your mouth, sucking aggressively. His hands moved up and down your back, carefully avoiding anywhere that would be improper. With a grin, you grabbed his left hand and forced it back down towards your genitals. This time, you didn't give him a chance to explore. You stood up on your knees, pushed your panties aside and pressed his fingers up against your pussy.

Akihiko gasped, and you felt his hips buck. A sparkle of electricity passed through you. Whatever he was feeling, it was intense.

Without words, you rubbed his fingers along all of your sweet spots, before taking his first two fingers and guiding them towards your entrance. It wasn't hard to figure out what you wanted. Akihiko watched his own fingers, enthralled, as they slowly disappeared into your body. He wiggled them curiously, and you gasped and collapsed against him, a wave of pleasure knocking you off balance. You'd been so focused on what he felt that you'd forgotten to notice that you were pretty wound up, too. Aki, pleased that he had gotten such a strong reaction, repeated the motion. You moaned into his neck.

"Aki- Aki- am I your first?" you gasped. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it.

"Yeah." His fingers dug deeper, and the spark inside of you burst into a flame.

You wanted cock, and you wanted it now.

"Let me get you ready," you whispered, gently removing his fingers from inside of you, shuddering as you felt yourself empty. You pulled your dripping panties off and tossed them on the floor, then did the same for Aki's boxer-briefs. He let you remove his last piece of clothing, watching your face as you peeled them off of him, and his cock sprang free. It was red, and swollen, and dripping with pre-cum. You were amazed he'd managed to get that turned on while barely moving, or making any sound, but you supposed that he was pretty used to acting tough and avoiding cries of pain by now, so why should pleasure be any different?

The two of you were perfectly bare, sweating and panting, pressed together on Aki's bed.

"May I touch you?" you asked flirtatiously. Aki grunted and nodded. You trailed your fingers from his chest down to his stomach- you could feel him quivering with anticipation- before sliding your hand down to his thigh. You slid up his thigh- slowly, painfully slowly- you paused for a moment to play with the crease between his leg and his hip- and then, without warning, you wrapped your fingers around his cock.

Aki gasped, a sharp but still barely audible intake of breath, and he exhaled in tiny, excited bursts. You spit in your hands, then rubbed them both along his member, lubricating him with your own fluids. When you judged he was ready, you centered your hips over him, and positioned his tip at your entrance.

"W-wait," he said. "Don't we need-?" He was too shy to use the word 'condom.' It was charming.

"I've been on the pill since I was fourteen," you laughed. "Seriously, I got it covered."

"Oh- ok."

"Tell me if you need me to stop."

"Don't stop," Aki begged, breathlessly. "Don't ever stop."

You lowered yourself onto his cock.

You were so wet that there was barely any resistance at all. Aki slid inside of you easily, as if he were always meant to be there. Still, your body stretched to accommodate him, and you found yourself biting back a cry of delight. Aki was biting down on his lip, stifling a shout, as well. His eyes were roaming up and down, from your face to your tits to the spot where he was buried inside of you, and back up again. When the tremors had died down, you slid upwards, then back down again. The second thrust felt almost as good as the first.

Aki's arms were both wrapped around you, and yours around him. Your face was buried in his neck, and his in your hair. You pumped him between your legs, in a slow, steady rhythm, stoking the fire that was building in between you. Your skin rubbed against each other. The sticky, wet sound as your body met his grounded you. Yes, this was actually happening.

Aki moaned your name, quietly, and his arms tightened, and you knew he was getting closer. Squarely between your legs, the power to make him lose it was held only by you. You had total control over him. The tiny sounds dying in his throat- you had the power to force them out.

You tightened your grip on him and began to thrust harder.

Both of you were nearing your limits. You yourself had already succumbed to the delicious numbness that happened just before the explosion, and Aki wasn't faring much better. The closer he got to the edge, the tighter he closed his arms around you, making it somewhat difficult for you to breathe, but that only heightened the intensity.

You felt the shudder pass through Aki's body just as he was about to cum. When it hit, he bucked wildly, pushing himself as deeply into you as he could go. You kept thrusting onto him, milking every last drop as he emptied himself inside of you. He cried out, with his open mouth buried against your skin to stifle his moans. When you came shortly thereafter, your powerful muscle contractions wrapping around his dick, Aki cried out again. You rode out your orgasm with Aki still inside you, the both of you gasping for breath.

"I love you," Aki whispered, hoarsely. His body was limp, and shivering. You leaned against him, silently willing your own body to calm down. That had been much more intense than you'd expected, and you weren't sure how to feel. Your calm detachment was slipping away, leaving you with a whole host of emotions you weren't quite sure what to do with. You carefully extracted yourself from Akihiko, before collapsing onto his bed. He followed suit, flopping down next to you, wrapping a single arm around your middle and pulling you close.

"Spend the night here," he suggested, but it wasn't really a suggestion. He was holding you so tight, you weren't sure if you could leave, even if you particularly wanted to.

"Ok," you said, with a smile. Akihiko's room was cold- he liked it that way, for working out- so you pulled his blanket over both of you. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you heard him murmur:

"Sorry."

"What for?"

"S-sorry if I wasn't very good at it," he mumbled. "I haven't- you know- oh." He trailed off when he saw that you were laughing at him. You gave him a tiny kiss on the lips.

"You were perfect." At that, he beamed. "But if you're really that worried about it… you know what you're great at?"

"Huh?"

"Training." Aki looked at you, confused. "I think we need at least two sessions a day, don't you? Or maybe three- morning, evening, and a quickie at lunch." Realization dawned on him, and his eyes widened.

"Three t-times a day? I won't have any energy left for real training!"

"Did you know that sex is one of the most aerobic activities people can take part in?" you said, conversationally. "Apparently, it strengthens nearly every muscle in your body." That caught his attention.

"Wow, really?" He sounded genuinely interested in the athletics of sex. You sighed.

"Good night, Aki."

HELLO PERSONA PEOPLE! This is my first foray into Persona fanfiction, and it's actually meant to be part of a larger fic I've been working on, but I haven't really decided what the total fic is going to look like yet, so for now you just get a porn scene. Yeah, I've become THAT fanfic writer, who just writes straight-up fan porn and publishes it on the internet. It's cool, I've been close to that for a while.

I just finished playing the girl storyline on P3P, and- OMG dating Akihiko is super fucking creepy. I mean, he keeps telling you how much you remind him of his dead sister? How creepy is that? And then I wrote porn about it.

This is my life.

Reviews will inspire me to finish the rest of the fic faster. ;)