Quadranma
He really, honestly did not understand his brothers at all. Why were they so resistant to the idea of marriage? Akihito used to think that all he really needed to be happy was he, himself and him. But no! While that had brought him happiness before it was nothing at all in comparison to what his new relationship brought him. He squeezed Shampoo closer to him, and she in turn pressed her fabulous body against his.
“This appears to be a guest room,” he observed, though Shampoo was still learning to speak Japanese. She was doing rather well, so far as he could tell. Quite fitting for his wife, she was pretty sharp, not to mention pretty. “As it appears we might be staying a while, we should bed here for the night.”
It might seem as though Akihito had no plans to speak of. Not at all! He had quite grand plans, as it happened. True, it was disappointing he would not be able to take charge of this dojo personally; however, one of his brothers would inherit the place. They could hardly object to assistance from himself and his beloved, as running a business is quite a daunting prospect to adopt on one’s own.
That would be a few years down the line. He had a family to support, and his pride insisted that he not indulge himself too long on the Tendo family’s hospitality. Though the notion galled him, he knew he had to step out into the world and do some rather petty work. Perhaps construction or some other form of manual labour? What mattered was money. Good looks, sharp intellect and irresistible charm will only get you so far in this world if you don’t have the money to back up your plans. He intended to build up those funds. Then he would use it to set up something with a little more staying power, something that would put them in position for a comfortable life for the both of them…
But for right now, he had further evidence of how clearly they were meant to be. For within a relationship which was truly right, neither couple needed to utter a word to understand each other. Right now Shampoo was sending him a pretty clear signal, and he was beyond a little eager to oblige.
“Ah, my love!” he sighed as Shampoo finished dropping the last of her clothes to the ground. “I eagerly await your mastery of the Japanese language, so that you may comprehend my words when I describe your beauty.”
“Husband quiet,” Shampoo replied, applying her rather uncanny strength to gently push him to the ground. “No time for talk. Time for fun.”
“Yes, dearest!” Akihito chuckled, and once again found himself utterly baffled that his brothers would deny themselves the joy, the bliss, the wonders that he was experiencing right now. Just so long as neither of them were stupid enough to try and romance that youngest girl, the married life would do them wonders - But consideration of that particular topic would have to wait. For now, he had an entrancing bombshell drawing his penis directly into her eager and willing and so very, very wet pussy. As brilliant as he might be, it was rather difficult to carry a coherent thought under such conditions.
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So there he was, sitting on the rooftop. Sulking. Well, the others called it sulking, though he didn’t tend to think of it that way. Collecting his thoughts was a little more like it. This whole thing was stupid. On analysis, it was obvious that either him or Ranma was gonna be made to marry some chick they never even met before. Ranko sure as hell couldn’t marry a girl, and Akihito was married to that damn sexy psycho already.
And if anyone would be smart enough to listen to him, he’d sure as hell tell you that it was not gonna be him marrying anyone. If a Goddess of Sex manifested in front of him, he wouldn’t be interested. Isamu’s life was fighting. Martial arts. Combat. He didn’t have no time for love or shit like that. Then again Ranma didn’t strike him as the type of sap to go in for that nonsense either.
Still. He’d make the smarter choice. Not that Isamu would make a bad husband: If anyone tried challenging him to a husband-based martial arts contest he’d ace it through and through! Just see if he didn’t! He just - you know - didn’t feel like looking for that particular challenge, if you could even call it a challenge because he would ace it no time flat.
“Besides,” he said with a shrug, “ain’t a chick alive can handle what I’m packing.”
“Is that defeatism, or arrogance?” a voice asked. Isamu was on his feet in a battle position in no time flat, because he absolutely hadn’t heard a single person sneaking up on him, and if they could mask their presence like that there was no way they had good intentions for him. Instead, he found himself stumbling a little and completely losing his train of thought.
What could throw him off balance like this? Well, that’s easy enough to understand when you realise that each of the Tendo sisters was, in her own way, a very beautiful young woman. For all that Isamu would rather not have anything to do with the opposite sex - except fighting a strong woman, but that was a situation where gender didn’t come into his thoughts at all because he just wanted to fight a strong <i>anyone</i> - he was still a young man, and Kasumi Tendo might not have been the embodiment of innocence and goodness in the world but she sure made it seem like she was at times.
The shorter version of that is that her genuinely warm and friendly smile set him off balance. Only for a moment, though. After he recovered a little he reassured himself that she probably wanted something from him, and that’s why she came up here to talk with him.
“Whatever it is, I ain’t doing it!” he exclaimdd, turning his back and sitting down on the roof once again. Because he wanted to be alone, and certainly not because the more interaction he had with a pretty girl the more likely it was that <i>that</i> might wake up.
“Eh?” Kasumi gasped. “You mean you don’t want anything to eat after your long journey? You left in such a hurry that I didn’t get the chance to ask.”
Damn this temptress, she was trying to lure him into accepting this stupid marriage thing. He’d heard of the phrase “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. His traitorous stomach growled regardless.
“… I might be a little hungry,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I want anything to do with this engagement idea. The whole thing is a stupid waste of time when we could be training!”
“Oh, dear,” Kasumi said. Still haven’t taken the hint? “You really are such an angry young man. Would you like to talk about it? If you get it off your chest, you might feel better.”
“Maybe I don’t want to…” Isamu began, when all of a sudden a familiar feeling hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh no. Oh, that son of a bitch. He knew what this did to them. He knew they could feel it, every single time. He knew and he just didn’t give a damn! His trousers were actually pretty baggy all things considered, but right about now they didn’t feel that way. Damn good thing he was sitting down, otherwise she might have -
“Is something the matter?” Kasumi asked. Oh hell, now she’d pulled herself onto the roof next to him. Isamu knew he ought to move, try to keep her from seeing… <i>that</i>, but when it came to fight-or-flight instinct his flight instinct was about the same as a dodo’s. Extinct. Which is probably what would happen to him if he didn’t work out some way to get her to leave him alone before -
“Oh, my…” Kasumi silently mouthed, yet it seemed all the louder for not making a sound.
- The one reaction Isamu didn’t expect was for Kasumi to suddenly start sucking him off with great enthusiasm. That was a side effect of his enhancement he didn’t know about.
- Ranma was in the middle of sparring with Akane when the psychic feedback hit.
- Ranma was bathing at the time. Ranko tricks Akane into walking in on him.
- Nabiki walks in on Akihito and Shampoo going at it. Takes pictures.
- Something else
I like it. Kind of prefer 2-4.
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