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: One
Rating: M

Temptation

"Damn it!"

The voice rang loud throughout the Tendo compound. Its owner was pacing around the living room in obvious agitation. His hands were clenched into tight fists, teeth grit together in fury, and an aura so powerful that it was beginning to seep off of him in waves filled the entire house. The residents of the house all looked shocked and rather frightened at his anger. Never before had anyone seen Ranma Saotome react so strongly to the news that his fiancée, Akane Tendo, had been kidnapped the night before. His worry for Akane had always exceeded that of his other fiancée's, his anger at the offenders had always been controlled, but his outright explosion of rage was astonishing.

Ranma breathed heavily through his nose. His muscles were contracting spasmodically in anger; his entire body was shaking. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and slammed his fist heavily on the television, which caved in with a loud crack upon impact. He tried to regain control of himself, but the adrenaline was flushing too quickly throughout his body. He scrunched his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so tightly that it seemed as if he'd never be able to open his mouth again. His colorful string of curses never ended as he began to pace again, glaring at each and every member of the family as if it was their fault that Akane was missing.

Kasumi held up her hands in a calming gesture. There was a terribly frightened look on her face as she stared at him, tears glistening in her eyes. It was obvious that she was quite alarmed at his actions and was trying to figure out some way to soothe him before things got too out of hand. "Ranma, please calm—" But the look she received from the younger boy immediately cut through her sentence. Never before had Ranma looked at her with such a contemptuous expression on his face. He looked murderous.

"Calm down? Calm down?" Ranma hissed vehemently. Her gesture was anything other than calming—if anything, it had spurred his anger on more. Akane was in danger out there and she was worrying about how calm he was? His hand curled again into a tight fist; he subconsciously pumped ki into it, making the aura around his hand burn a bright red.

Kasumi squeaked softly at the look he gave her and immediately averted her eyes. Nabiki was surprised at Ranma. No one had ever ordered Kasumi to do anything; they only requested, and Kasumi was just gracious enough to accept. This wasn't the way she was supposed to be treated by a guest. She felt a flare of indignant anger spur for her older sister. Ranma's anger had taken her by surprise, but if he doesn't get control of it soon, he'd be in big trouble. Pushing her tea aside, Nabiki laid down the magazine she was reading in front of her and sat up straight. Ranma's eyes darted to her at the movement.

"Listen here, Saotome—" she started testily. She ignored how his glare seemed to harden. "We're all worried about Akane, but the way you—" She was cut off by Ranma. He had said nothing, but an increase in the anger of his ki had shut her up. His hands were clenched so hard that the knuckles had turned white, and Nabiki thought she saw a little blood seep from his clenched had, probably from his nails digging into his skin.

"You're worried?" Ranma asked skeptically. His breathing picked up again as his rage reared on end. He pulled his lips back into a snarl, a guttural sound pulling from his throat. "Do you have any idea what could be happening to Akane right now?" He took a carefully measured step towards Nabiki, who kept up her stone cold façade rather well. His hand twitched, as if wanting to reach out for her and do something that he knew he would regret. "Do you even care?"

Nabiki's cold demeanor fell instantly. Her own rage filled her body at his question and tone. How dare he question her love for her sister? Jaw clenched, Nabiki pulled a hand back for her own strike, but another voice made her pause.

"Ranma, that's enough!"

Ranma spun around to face his mother, Nodoka. She too had a frightened look flittering about her eyes, but Ranma couldn't help but notice that alongside her fear was admiration. The sight of it made his blood boil.

"We know you're worried about Akane's safety, but lashing out like this isn't going to get us anywhere!"

"What the hell else am I supposed to do?" growled Ranma. His eyes swept across the room as if looking for answers. None of them moved an inch, but the fact that they weren't panicking about Akane's kidnap made a wrath like no other swell up inside him. "Don't you know what could be happening to her right now?" he shouted at them. Everyone jumped, and even Happosai looked startled. "She's been missing for the entire night! Who knows what they're doing to her! What if she—she's—" Ranma stopped dead, his breath held. A memory popped up into his mind, one he's been trying not to think about for the past few hours. Anguish filled him as he remembered how cold and lifeless she had been in his arms…

He shook his head violently.

"What do you suggest we do, son?" Soun demanded. He was not nearly as worried about his daughter as Ranma was; they always managed to find her in the nick of time, and most of her kidnappers had the intention of marrying her, not killing. However, seeing the young martial artist so distressed was disconcerting. It made him uneasy.

Ranma found that it was difficult to speak. The memory he dreaded most kept cropping back up into his head and left his throat closed and eyes stinging. Trying to make up for his lack of response, he snatched a letter that Nodoka and Kasumi were reading together and held it up to the light, concentration evident on his face.

Her flower is mine, the letter read.

Not finding this of any help, he threw it to the side in agitation. He had reread the note countless times, and each time, no clue came to him that could hint what they were planning to do to Akane, or where she was. The kidnappers who had left it on Akane's pillow never even indicated if they had a personal grudge against him or the Tendo's, and no matter how many times Ranma racked his brain, he couldn't think of anything he had done recently that would offend someone in such a way that they would kidnap his fiancée. Ranma shook his head again, his head hurting and his worry amounting to new heights.

Nabiki snatched the note out of the air and brought it down under her inspection. There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she read it, and when she looked into Kasumi's eyes, she saw the feeling reflected there.

"What do you think it means?" Kasumi asked softly. Nabiki shook her head, glancing at Ranma, her brows furrowed.

"Other than the note, we have no lead," Genma contributed. "All we know is that Akane was taken sometime last night or early this morning."

"It must have been last night," Kasumi said. "I go to her room to wake her up for her jogs at five in the morning. She was already gone by then."

"If that's the case, then there's no telling where she could be," Happosai said, smoking his pipe dolefully. He looked over at Ranma, whose breathing had become labored again.

Agitated, Ranma ran his hands through his hair continuously, stopping finally to just hold his pounding head in his hands. His mind went back to Akane again, and his worry for her increased tenfold. She was probably terrified without him. Jusendo had changed their relationship drastically. After she had been brought back from unconsciousness (not death, his mind said firmly, though he still remembered the painful minutes when he couldn't feel her heartbeat), Ranma had clung to Akane like how one of his other suitors usually clung to him. He was agitated when she wasn't near him; he panicked when she left his line of sight; he constantly had to place his own head against her bosom to make sure that she was still breathing, and that he wasn't dreaming. And Akane had allowed all of this—because the events on the mountain had scared her, too. They had become closer than ever, but the second Ranma thought that she would be safe again, some bastard had to take her from right under his nose.

"Stupid…" Ranma whispered to himself, his eyes scrunched tightly in anguish. He felt like pulling all his hair out—he wanted to feel physical pain instead of this emotional turmoil. It was killing him.

He didn't notice Genma lean over to Soun and whisper something to him. Both of their eyes were locked on Ranma's back. Soun nodded at Genma, who nodded in return.

"Maybe we didn't search for evidence hard enough," Genma said. Ranma let out a slow breath of air and looked at his father before nodding.

"I'll go look in her room to see if I can find anything," he said, and he quickly dashed upstairs, completely missing the meaningful glances that Soun and Genma exchanged.

He slammed the door to her room open so hard that her little ducky name plate fell with a loud clack to the floor. Ignoring it, Ranma immediately made for Akane's bed, where the note was found when Kasumi came in to wake her up. He ruffled the bed covers, pulling them fully from the bed and searched between every crease. Finding nothing, he dropped them to the floor and turned to Akane's soft pillow. He grabbed it and shook it roughly, stopping immediately when he saw a piece of paper fall from the inside. Tossing the pillow to the side, Ranma grabbed the paper before it reached the ground and flipped it over, only to find—not another suspicious note, but a picture of himself and Akane. Ranma felt his breath catch.

He had his head pressed against her chest, just below her collarbone. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. One of Akane's arms was curled around his upper shoulders; the other cradled his head to her, and she rested her own atop his. Both of their eyes were closed.

Ranma distinctly remembered this picture. The night after their return from Jusendo, he had a terrible nightmare and snuck into Akane's room to make sure she was all right. He woke her up that night, but instead of getting angry, Akane merely opened her arms out to him, seeming to understand. He needed to hear her heartbeat. The angle of the picture told him that it must have been taken from just inside the doorway; Ranma guessed that Nabiki took some snapshots and gave one to Akane.

And Akane hid it within the folds of her pillow, where she rested every night…

"Oh, Akane…" Ranma said softly, and his affection for her grew even more as he realized that the picture must have been taken several months ago. His heart began to beat very fast upon the realization that she had kept it this entire time.

There was a noise outside the hall. A furious blush on his face, Ranma stashed the picture within the folds of his shirt and returned to the sabotage of Akane's room, half hoping that he'd find more precious treasures as he searched.

"Any luck?"

Kasumi and Nabiki were standing outside the doorway, looking in. Before Ranma had time to answer, they both entered and began to search, themselves. They were followed immediately by the rest of the family, all of whom, save Nodoka, had rather evil expressions on their faces.

Ranma had felt calm when he found the picture of himself and Akane, but his agitation was returning to him quickly. What were these fools playing at when Akane needed their help?

He got his answer when Happosai and Genma pounced, slamming him to the floor of Akane's room and held him there, his arms locked tight behind his back. All Ranma remembered was his brief struggle and screaming curses when his vision suddenly went blank.

He slipped into unconsciousness.

oOo

Soun opened Akane's bedroom window and gently set the cat down on the roof, shooing it away. He turned back to Ranma, who was crouched on the floor, back hunched, fangs bared, and hair standing on end as he hissed at them all. Genma and Happosai quickly fled the scene and hid outside Akane's door. Kasumi, Nabiki, and Nodoka slowly walked backwards, away from Ranma, and looked at Soun questioningly.

"Why did you put Ranma into the Neko-Ken, Father?" Kasumi asked lightly.

"It was the only way we could find a lead!" Soun cried rather shamefacedly. "His senses increase when he's like this—Genma and I were hoping that he could scent Akane down and find her!"

"That's actually not a bad idea," Nabiki said thoughtfully, watching as Ranma hissed and spit at them from his small corner of the room. She turned a scornful eye on her father. "If it actually works."

"But what if it doesn't?" Nodoka asked. Her hand rested over the carefully wrapped package in her arms. "Akane isn't here to calm him down right now, so what if—" She was cut off by a loud yowl from Ranma, who looked ready to shred them all to pieces. The all made a hasty retreat to Akane's door, Ranma's eyes following them all the way. Though they wanted to see what would happen, they were forced to close the door all the way and only heard Ranma stop spitting at them when the wood clicked into place amongst the frame. The family hastily pressed their ears to the door to listen to what was going on inside.

Ranma was in distress. His mate was not with him—so where was she? He sprang into action seconds after the door closed. Most of the people in his pack he knew he could not trust fully; the bald man with the bandanna and the short lech, for instance, and he had reserved feelings for his mates father. The three females in the family he knew he could trust without a doubt, even the gambler.

Disregarding this, Ranma hopped up on the bed and purred; he smelled a combination of both his own and his mates scent on their nest, and that calmed him. But then he smelled something he found he rather didn't like. The scent was distinctly male, and didn't belong to him. Hackles raised, Ranma's body tensed as he pressed his nose closely to the bed before following it to the sheets that lay discarded on the ground. He pawed at them, his nose still working furiously. There was something else there—something that wasn't human at all. It smelled spicy, like cinnamon, but was tainted with something that he couldn't place. However, there was something eerily familiar about the smell; he's encountered it before, he knew it, but from where?

Yowling, Ranma followed the scent to the window, and without a second thought, slid it open and jumped out. He nearly lost the scent as he landed on the roof, but picked it up again quickly and jumped to the ground, following the trail curiously. He looked behind him at the sliding doors that led to the den; he could see the tall silhouette of the caretaker, Kasumi, serving tea to other members of the family. Feeling rather glad that they hadn't noticed him, Ranma departed and hopped over the stone fence erected around his territory. He sped off down the street on all fours, stopping here and there to press his nose against the concrete to make sure he was still following the trail.

In only several quick minutes, he found himself at a large compound. Ranma arched his back and hissed slightly at the sight of it, many bad memories weaving in and out of his mind. He didn't know for sure what had happened here, but he knew he had been here previously, and always under stressful and less than comfortable situations. For some reason, he remembered a large alligator, and he puzzled over it before remembering that he still needed to find is mate.

He purred at the thought of her before hopping the fence into the huge territory. He quickly trotted over to the porch that surrounded the entire house and picked up the scent again, the one he knew would lead him to his mate.

Ranma then proceeded carefully; a very familiar scent wafted by and he hissed. This was the territory of a rival male for his mate. If he wanted to find his mate undetected, then he'd have to be quiet. However, the longer he searched for her, the more desperate his movements became, and soon his ki claws tore into the ground to propel him to move faster as he ran. He didn't like this place at all, and if his memory served him correct, his mate didn't even accept any of this rival male's affections anyway; he had to get her away as soon as possible.

He was just passing by one of the rooms when he paused to sniff, and suddenly there were voices.

"Now, now, brother! Where on earth do you think my powder is? I had it here, sitting on the counter of my laboratory! The second I left to the chamber room, it had gone!"

Ranma recognized the voice and his hair stood on end. He hated the sound of this voice; it hurt his ears and the woman that it belonged to had always tried to either take him away from his mate, or injure her. He bared his teeth at the thought, but couldn't help but notice that the tone of the voice was accusing. He was about to push forward when another voice distracted him, and this one had him digging his claws even further into the ground.

"Come now, dear sister! Thy considerate elder sibling has thought to put use of such a potion for his noble deeds—"

"What?" the female voice screeched.

"Think! Think! Sister, can thou not see this wondrous opportunity? It doth not appeal to you that I finally freed the beauteous Akane Tendo from the vile clutches of the evil sorcerer, Ranma Sao—"

But the male had no time to finish. Ranma hissed loudly at the sound of his mate's name being said by the rival, and he burst through the door on all fours, his aura wavering menacingly around him. Both occupants of the room screeched in alarm.

"Oh, Ranma-sama! Finally, you have come to sweep me off my feet! Come, let us mount your noble steed and ride into the sunset!" the female cried, and she threw herself at him. Ranma forced her away with a swat of his hand and sent her crashing into one of the cabinets.

"Kodachi, dear sister!" the male cried in alarm, though Ranma noticed that his scent was tainted with the smell of humor. He turned to Ranma and held his bokken threateningly in front of him. "Alas, Ranma Saotome! I, Tatewaki Kuno, the Blue Thunder of Furinkan High, see you have braved enough courage to come duel me for the hand of Akane Tendo! However, allow me to inform you that you are no longer a competitor for her hand! Yes! For tonight, her beautiful wildflower will be mine!"

With that, Kuno charged Ranma, who was outraged. Though he didn't understand the exchange, there was something that the rival said that made Ranma uneasy. When Kuno was close enough, Ranma swatted him away also, just hard enough for the male to slam hard into the wall and fall, unconscious, to the ground. He hissed at them both before turning and sprinting out of the room that smelled like toxic potions. Those two, he knew, where the strongest of the house, and therefore were the most concern. Now that they were taken out, he didn't have to worry about treading lightly anymore.

He pounded down the halls on all fours and stopped suddenly at a huge set of western style double doors. Ranma raised a hand sliced though them like they were paper and landed heavily on the soft carpet of a very large room that was adorned with pictures of his beautiful mate and his female half. Fangs bared, Ranma set to shredding all of the pictures of his mate, rage filling him at the thought that the rival male had access to her.

His rage suddenly evaporated as he heard a soft moan from the large bed. Ranma turned and found his mate lying on the soft surface of the mattress, on her back. His breath caught at the sight of her and a very happy feeling swelled in his chest. Forgetting about the rest of the pictures, he padded quietly to the bed and hopped on top of it, sniffing at his mate.

She was fine, he was glad to report. He didn't smell sickness or blood. If anything, all he could smell was the same scent he found back at their den, and he somehow knew that it wasn't harmful. He would have lifted the covers of the bed to visually make sure that she was all right, but thought better than to accidentally wake her. She was so peaceful when she slept. Purring, Ranma curled on the pillow next to her head, breathing in her scent as sleep finally claimed him.

oOo

Ranma woke up to a very unfamiliar scene.

He was on a large, soft bed, curled around one of the pillows. When he looked around, he noticed that the door had been ripped to shreds, along with some of the walls, and colorful scraps of paper littered the floor. Ranma had an inkling of what had happened, but before he could ponder it, a soft moan to his right drew his attention.

Ranma turned and gasped softly at the sight of Akane, who had thrown the sheets from her body and was lying before him, clothed only in a very thin tendril of see through cloth that wrapped around her body, covering only her breasts and the vertex of her thighs.

Ranma couldn't help it. His eyes roamed greedily over her body, starting with her smooth, long throat, over her breasts—his breath quickened when he saw her peaks harden at a sudden draft. He had the urge to touch her, to cup her breasts, feel their weight in his hands, but resisted. However, his eyes never stopped. They travelled even lower to the slim curve of her waist, which expanded into wide hips and finally—Ranma gulped audibly, his hands fisting the sheets as Akane moaned and spread her legs a bit, stretching the see through material, forcing it to slide higher on her hips—

He turned quickly, his face as red as a tomato and a raging hard on in his pants. Ranma's thoughts were scattered all over the place. What the hell was going on? Why was Akane dressed so—so—

His thoughts were cut off quickly at the sound of another moan, and the sound hit deeper than what he would have liked; Ranma closed his eyes as his blood rushed even further south. Akane… she sounded so… erotic…

Small, warm arms encircled Ranma's torso and he jumped a bit, instantly recognizing them as Akane's. He stayed stock still as her hands roamed over his chest and abs, taking their time until finally forcing him onto his back. He gasped when Akane climbed over him, a heated look in her eyes, and suddenly, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe. Eyes wide, all he could do was stare as Akane descended upon him, her lips moving sensually against his own.

He could sense the pure passion she was pouring into the kiss and it made his heart do funny little stutters in his chest. The feelings she was conveying to him—did she feel the same way about him as he did about her? The thought made his limbs tremble. She kissed him—She started this; she wanted it. And he realized suddenly; she loved him.

Oh, Akane… Ranma thought affectionately. His eyes closed as he groaned into her mouth, returning his love through the kiss.

Her legs straddled his waist as she kissed him, and Ranma's brain suddenly kicked into gear. His hands ghosted over her smooth thighs, rubbed over her hips, her waist, slim shoulders, and ended at her head, pulling her down harder against him as the kiss grew more passionate. They were both gasping when they broke apart and Ranma immediately looked down to see that the thin piece of cloth that encircled Akane clung to her. He groaned at the sight of it—it covered the most intimate parts of her body in the most arousing ways, yet he wanted it off her. But before he could act out on this, Akane had leaned down again and was pressing her lips against his, and this time, Ranma noticed, her hands were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, trying to take it off. He allowed her to, but she became frustrated at the next barrier of his white tank top, and tore it roughly from his body, making him groan in pleasure at her desperation to get him naked.

When he was free of his shirts, Akane quickly showered kisses all over his neck and collarbone. Ranma's hands didn't remain idle; he roamed them over the smooth skin of her back and down to her buttocks. He gripped her tightly before pushing her down and raising his own hips.

Akane squealed and the sound made him repeat the move again and again. He could feel her wetness through the thin material of his pants and the thought that he made her like this made him even harder. He pulled her down again and felt her slick womanhood pressing hotly against the base of his clothed member and slide all the way up to the tip. Akane moaned against his ear and nibbled sharply on the skin of his neck.

"Akane!" he yelped. The feeling had been slightly painful, but Ranma found the pain to be immensely arousing. But something in his mind—an unusual, primal part that he'd never noticed before—didn't like being submissive. Something wanted him to take control of Akane. Lifting his hips, Ranma ground into Akane one last time before flipping them over so that he was on top. Her legs wrapped around him instantly and Ranma hissed shakily as the underside of his member came into contact with her womanhood once again. He stared down at her, his eyes immediately widening as he took her in.

Her head was turned sharply to the left, leaving her throat to the complete mercy of his kisses; she was biting her lip, turning it red and plump; her eyes were scrunched tightly in pleasure as she rotated her hips in small circles against his. Her back was arched, pushing her pert breasts further to his view. Somehow, the see through material still hadn't dislodged itself from her body, but Ranma decided that it gave her an ethereal glow. He closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths; he almost blew his load at the sight of her. Factor in her small administrations of her hips against his erection, Ranma was surprised he hadn't embarrassed himself yet.

He opened his eyes again as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the flesh of her neck heatedly. He nibbled and sucked at her skin, gaining more encouragement as Akane cried out and continually bucked her hips against his when he reached her good spots. He pulled away only to admire the view of his hickies on her skin. Something very possessive swelled within him as he examined them, and he smirked, his expression filled with pride and satisfaction; the dark patches easily showed anyone that didn't have a clue that she was his now. Akane moaned in protest when he pulled away, and Ranma hurriedly returned to showering her with kisses. He slowly moved down her body, and after leaving his marks on her collarbone, nuzzled his head between her soft breasts. His hands, which had remained stationary throughout his administrations, finally got some action; he roughly tugged the see through material from her body and toyed with her breasts, pinching her nipples before rolling them gently between his fingers.

Not able to resist, he pressed lips against the top of her breast before sticking out his tongue and trailing it down to her nipple. There, he sucked her into his mouth, groaning loudly as her legs wrapped tighter around him and she bucked upward, her scream of pleasure boosting his male pride, which increased even more when she buried her hands in his hair and pressed his mouth harder against her.

Ranma toyed with her assets, switching from one to the other, his hips pulsating all the while, muttering her name heatedly under his breath. Some part of him really couldn't believe that this was happening. He had suffered through so many nights dreaming of doing exactly this with Akane, and yet here he was, on top of her, pleasuring her, and she needed him just like he needed her. The thoughts turned him on even more, and he fumbled with the drawstring of his pants, not able to wait any longer.

He pulled back, trying to loosen Akane's grip around his waist so he could remove his last few articles of clothing, but Akane fiercely pulled him back down to her. Ranma chuckled and tried to move away again, but she cried out in protest and held tight. The primal part in him took pleasure at the fact that she was so desperate to have him, but was also becoming annoyed at her repeated attempts to control him. I'm the one in control, a voice growled in his head, and Ranma agreed.

Pulling her arms from around his neck, Ranma held them both above her head with one hand while the other began to toy with her breast. He originally wanted to remove his clothing, but a perverse part of him, the primal part, wanted to see how much torture she could take before cracking.

Payback, he thought. For all the dreams I've had about you… All the torture you gave me…

He tweaked her nipple and thrusted against her at the same time. He grit his teeth to keep the moan of pleasure from escaping him and forced his eyes to remain open so he could watch her reaction; Akane threw her head from right to left, her back arching, hips lifting as she cried out in pleasure. His eyes rolled heavenward as he watched her and his body convulsed with the strength to keep himself from blowing. Breathing harshly, Ranma did it again and again, leaning down to kiss her.

When he pulled back, he pressed his head into her shoulder, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he thrusted against her. His pants and boxers were soaked through with her juices so that his member was well lubricated with both of their fluids. He shook violently at the thought and released a guttural growl as he nearly came. Then Akane leaned up and attached her lips to his neck, sucking hard, leaving her own marks all over his throat.

Not able to take it, Ranma forced her back onto the bed before using his free hand and slipping it between their hips, pressing it against her soaking womanhood and using one finger to circle a hard bundle of nerves. The primal part of him refused to find release until she did first.

"Oh!" Akane cried, and she bucked her hips against his hand, her back lifting from the mattress as he pleasured her. He continued to do this, staring down at her all the while until her movements became frantic and desperate, indicating that she was very, very, close.

At the last second, he pulled his hand away and made sure to move his hips so that she couldn't press him down to her either. She cried in protest and lifted her hips, trying to brush against him, but he wouldn't allow her, so she fell back to the bed, writhing beneath him, her eyes smoldering.

Ranma looked down at her and gulped as she squirmed and moaned. The sight and sound made him lose himself slightly and he closed his eyes to compose himself, not noticing as one of her hands slipped free from above her head and traveled down to his pants.

His eyes snapped open as he felt a warm, hard pressure on his erection and looked down, groaning in ecstasy when he saw her small hand gripping him tightly through his pants. Akane then tugged on the drawstring and pulled his pants down with one hand; his hard on sprung up extremely tight against his boxers so that the head barely poked out from the elastic waistband. Akane gently pressed a finger against what she could see of the silky tip before pushing the waistband down a bit so that the entire head was revealed. She pressed her finger against the small opening, where a bead of pre-cum was beginning so spill out—Ranma moaned loudly as she kept her finger against the opening, keeping the liquid from exiting his system. The pressure was so damn intoxicating he thought he might lose his mind.

But the urge to make her release before he did hit him for a second time and Ranma forced her hand away and back to its prison with the other above her head. Akane cried again and lifted her hips, and when Ranma looked down, he closed his eyes in pleasure at the sight and feel of the tip of his member sliding against her slick entrance.

"Please…" Akane begged. She lifted her hips again, moaning. "Please…"

"Please, what?" Ranma hissed in pleasure. He didn't know why he was torturing them both like this, but something in him took extreme satisfaction that she was begging him like this; that she was submitting.

Akane rolled her hips against his pointedly, cutting off his train of thought. "Please…"

Ranma leaned down and captured her lips against his once more. She opened immediately for him, deepening the kiss. He pulled back for breath and whispered heatedly against her ear, "Say my name, Akane." He had suddenly realized that she had barely spoken anything at all during this entire event, and harbored a sudden need to hear his name fall from her lips. He wanted to hear the sound of her pleasure in combination with the sound of his name. "Say my name, and I'll give you what you want."

But Akane didn't seem to have heard him. She arched against him, raising her hips to meet his as she moaned again and again. "Please… Please..."

Ranma pulled back and snarled at her. She wasn't submitting to him like he wanted her to. He pressed his hips to hers again, his tip pressing tightly against her entrance. "Say my name!" he ground out.

"Ah!" Akane gasped. "Yes—Yes! Please!"

But Ranma knew there was something wrong. Why wouldn't she do as he asked? He was telling her to do something so simple, to say just one word; why was it so difficult for her? Was he not the one she was thinking of? Did she fantasize about somebody else?

"Say my name, Akane!" he shouted, suddenly desperate to hear his name fall from her lips. He realized he had subconsciously been thrusting his hips against her, and though he never officially entered, he slowed his pace until he stopped completely as he glowered down at her. "Say it!"

"Don't stop—Please! Don't stop!" Akane cried, her body writhing desperately beneath him.

Ranma felt something break in him slightly, and he leaned down, cupping Akane's cheeks to make her look at him straight in the eye.

"Please, Akane—say my name…" And suddenly it was Ranma that was begging. He closed his eyes when he saw the lust in hers and his throat seemed to close. He spoke again, and this time, his voice was raw and shaky, a whisper. "Tell me you love me…"

But Akane ignored him. Now that her hands were free, she grabbed Ranma by the back of the head and brought him down to kiss. He let her do so without really thinking; without feeling. He felt a sudden tightness around the head of his erection and immediately pulled away, his breath labored for a whole new reason.

Akane cried again as he moved off of her, and she leaned up to follow, but he pushed her back down, his head turned the other way. He didn't deserve to look at her.

Ranma then proceeded to fix his boxers and pulled his pants back on. He heard Akane moaning behind him and tried the best he could to ignore it when the memory of the note he read earlier rushed back to him.

Her flower will be mine.

Eyes wide, Ranma looked again at the surroundings and picked up one of the shredded posters; all he was needed to see was the picture of blue hair before fury erupted within him, even worse than what he had been feeling that morning. He turned to look back at Akane, who was still writhing on the bed, running her hands up and down her body. He suddenly understood.

It was Kuno who had kidnapped Akane. And his note… Ranma looked back at Akane, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. Akane was a virgin. And Kuno wanted to—was about to…

And suddenly, Ranma felt his incisors sharpen slightly as his ki pumped rapidly throughout his body. The change disoriented him; he felt a new found power—something he had never experienced before. And along with it was the urge to protect and—Ranma spared Akane another glance—to mate.

Trying to ignore this sudden new feeling, Ranma bit his lip, not caring that his new sharp fangs cut into his lower lip as he stared at Akane. Her scent had magnified tenfold in just a few seconds, but Ranma knew he had to keep his control; Akane was drugged. He couldn't take advantage of her like this. He wouldn't stoop down to Kuno's level.

But the more he stared at her, the more tempting it became to join her on the bed. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then opened them with a new resolve. He saw his shirt and belt discarded at the foot of the bed and grabbed them, hastily dodging Akane as she reached out for him. Instead, he pulled her flat to his chest, him standing, her kneeling on the bed. The smell of her so close nearly broke his resolve, but he remained in control and forced her arms through the sleeves of his shirt. He then locked her hands behind her back, tying them together with his belt. The primal urge from before awoke again, stronger than ever as he felt Akane's peaked nipples pressing hotly against the bare skin of his chest. He made a mental note to try tying her to the bed in the future for fun, but shook his head violently.

He couldn't help but hold her to his body for a few extra, heavenly minutes. He felt his throat close again, and something in his eyes burned. The disappointment, rage, and heartbreak took a hold of his soul and crushed it to pieces. His hope was gone now. Everything Akane had felt was fake; it wasn't really her. It was the potion that Kuno used on her.

She didn't love him.

Ranma then decided that Kuno was a dead man. After this, he wouldn't take him lightly anymore.

Ranma was returned to reality when Akane squirmed against him, trying to free her hands. When she couldn't, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his nipple. Ranma hissed and bucked his hips, and he groaned when he felt it come into contact with her breasts. Shaking his head violently again, Ranma pushed her away, buttoned up his shirt over her breasts, which he had forgotten to do before, and hauled her over his shoulder.

Then, without a second glance, headed home.

Gah! I'm sorry! I know I really shouldn't be posting any new stories until I've at LEAST updated all my other stories, but I just can't resist! This has been sitting on my hardrive for several months (actually, I think it's been a year and a half ish) and I really want to know what you guys think of it. It was intended to be a one-shot, but I like where it left off. I'm hoping that I can finish this story up with the second chapter, but I have a feeling it might extend to three or four. We'll see.

Thanks for reading, and reviews are very much appreciated! I'd like to hear your thoughts on this! And if you spot any mistakes, please let me know!

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~Peace~

~Miyopiyo