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Midnight Mayhem

“Get the fuck back here you old lecher!” Ranma followed the bald head glinting in the moonlight, occasionally ducking or leaping to dodge a small firecracker or a loose piece of underwear.

“Oh ho, ho Ranma m'boy! Just run faster, I'm sure you'll catch me eventually!” Happousai boldly reversed his direction, bounding backwards over the rooftops, and waggled his eyebrows. Growling, Ranma nabbed a loose roof tile and chucked it faster than thought, laughing maniacally when it connected with Happousai's chin. The resounding crack was intensely satisfying.

The projectile knocked Happousai violently off-course. Shouting incoherently, the tiny, wrinkled body bounced several times across a flat roof, and Ranma snagged the bag of “goodies” before it fell to the ground. Unfortunately, he only managed to just snag one end of the knot, and the makeshift bag came undone. Undergarments flew through the night on a sudden breeze, like colorful silk and cotton petals scattering across Nerima. “Ranma! You'll pay for this!” Happousai crowed, recovering from his fall with a leap.

Ranma cursed silently. He didn't have time to actually fight this idiot! “Dammit old man, just back off, okay!?” Ranma shouted, hopping over the old Master's flashing fists. “I ain't got time!”

“Haven't got time!?” Happousai cried incredulously, tossing Ranma through the air by his ankle, “Ranma, how dare you dismiss me! I'm still the Master! You make time for me!”

Grunting as he met the rooftop chin-first, Ranma leapt to his feet and wiped some blood off of his face, taking a loose stance. “Fine! Come on, old man, I'll turn you into a stain!” The old man's aura swelled, and Ranma smirked.

Approximately six seconds later…

“Hiryuu Shoten Haa!” Happousai careened through the whirlwind, screeching angrily as he was sent into low orbit courtesy Ranma Airlines. “Gettin' slow, you old fucker!” Ranma called up, cupping his hands over his mouth in the general direction of the winking light that was Happousai's ascent.

A brick collided with the back of his head and he stumbled forward. “Some people are trying to sleep!” screamed a man hanging out his window, sleeping cap hanging theatrically over one eye.

Wincing more at the yell than at the brick, Ranma shouted back, “Sor—ry!” which only earned him a bucket in the solar plexus. “Prick…” Ranma groused, rubbing at his abdomen and head as the man ducked back inside and slammed the window shut. Flipping off the window, Ranma bounded away for home, unwilling to stick around in case the guy had anything else to throw.

Rooftops whizzed under his feet, though he was tired and sore from his little run and skirmish with the old letch. “Akane is going to be pissed,” Ranma grumbled, looking up at the moon and gauging the time, a skill picked up from his years on the road.

She'd expected him home in time for Super Shogun Sunday, but according to the moon it was past midnight now, and his wife was probably tucking herself into bed with a sour expression on her cute little face.

Ranma loved Super Shogun Sunday; it was the one night of the week where they had no classes to teach at the dojo, and the two of them just cuddled up together in the family room, sometimes getting up to… naughty mischief if the mood took them in the empty house.

That old man and his antics had cost Ranma Super Sexy Shogun Sunday. “Dammit, I hate that old fucker…” Ranma growled, smashing his fist into his palm. Leave it to Happousai to choose to steal underwear from a bathhouse on the one day that Ranma randomly decided to walk on the street on his way home from his parents' house. Leave it to Happousai to taunt him into following with teasing barbs about the two of them teaming up. Leave it to Happousai to make Ranma miss Salaciously Super Sexy Shogun Naked Sunday!

Pausing on a roof opposite his home, he took a moment to reign in his temper. If he went into the house angry, he was more likely to be out of focus and make noise, waking his no-doubt sleeping wife. Akane was like a hibernating bear: do not rouse prematurely… unless you don't like the way your face is arranged.

Breathing in deeply a few times, Ranma centered himself, shaking his head. One day, one day he'd made the old bastard pay, but there wasn't anything he could do until Comet Happousai came back to earth, which judging by his trajectory wouldn't be for another week.

Clearing the dojo wall in a deceptively easy leap, Ranma landed in a silent crouch and made for the back door with his key in the hand. He emerged into the kitchen, and sighing morosely, he wandered through the empty house, feeling horny at the thought that he'd missed Salaciously Saucy Super Sexy Shogun Naked Sunday. Irritated all over again, Ranma trudged as quietly as possible out of the kitchen… and noted with suspicion a light coming from the right, in the hallway leading to the furo.

Well, maybe he could work out his frustration on a potential burglar? Silently, Ranma crept past Souun's old room, where Akane and he slept, Souun having moved in with Ranma's parents after the wedding to “give them space.” He paused here, peering through the slightly-open door; there was a vague lump in the cushioned futon, and he sighed again; he'd almost hoped Akane would be awake.

Feeling grumpier by the moment, Ranma moved on to the furo. The light streamed mistily under the fusuma, and he raised an eyebrow. Sliding the door open, he stepped into the laundry room and his hopes soared when he suddenly realized that burglars didn't usually break into people's houses to bathe.

Rubbing his hands together, Ranma closed the fusuma behind him as quietly as possible and stripped, putting his clothes next to Akane's bathrobe sitting on the laundry basket. Rubbing his hands together eagerly at the thought of surprising his wife, naked in the bath, water gleaming on her velvety skin…

He was drooling.

Wiping his mouth, Ranma inched up to the lighted shoji and slid it open gradually. He stopped when there was a thumb's-width of space between the door and the jam and peered in, leering for a moment.

Akane was soaking in the bath, not facing him, just the back of her head and smooth shoulders visible, resting against the tiled edge of the tub. He was about to open the shoji all the way when he heard a gasp. Freezing at the sound, curiosity momentarily outweighing his eagerness, Ranma watched as Akane's head tilted back further. Mouth slack with pleasure, eyelids fluttering, Akane made another tiny, squeaking gasp. Bewildered as to what she could possibly be doing to get her so excited, he watched her shoulder flexing as her arm moved through the— she was masturbating.

Ranma was instantly hard and unbearably fascinated, rooted to the spot as he watched his wife pleasuring herself, something he'd never, ever seen another woman do. Another. Besides himself.

Reaching up, Akane gently brushed her knuckles against her cheek and moaned out loud. The steam from the hot water made the entire scene ethereal, and the flush on Akane's cheeks made her look like some sort of nymph. Ranma's erection tested the structural integrity of his pants and he shuddered a little at the light slapping sounds the water made against the tub as Akane masturbated herself with more urgency.

Ranma warred between allowing her to finish - she seemed to be having a good time - and announcing his presence. Unsure, he continued to watch her with an increasingly painful level of arousal, worrying his lip as he wondered whether or not she'd be enraged that he was watching her, maybe he should just go to bed and avoid—

“Ranma…!” That cinched it.

Sliding the shoji open silently, Ranma stepped into the furo and closed the door behind him with equal care - though he needn't have bothered, probably; Akane looked too far gone to have noticed him, even had he been accompanied by taiko drummers. He reached the tub in three strides and knelt behind her, grasping the hand at her cheek and moving it away, mouthing the flesh exposed.

Akane shrieked in surprise and tried to slug him and escape at the same time. “Shh, shh! It's okay, it's me!” Somehow, he figured she knew exactly who he was, and didn't care; she was going to hit him anyway, dammit, Ranma or no.

Nibbling her cheek and ear alternately, Ranma pressed his arms across her chest and lifted her slightly out of the water, pressing her back against his chest. Akane was panting heavily, and her body was hot against his skin, but she'd stopped struggling angrily. “R-Ranma, y-you're late.” She fumbled, shivering as he licked the side of her throat.

“Sorry, Happousai, he's an asshole,” he mumbled back, trying to keep the tip of his erection away from the cold tile, “do you mind if I join you?” he rumbled, nipping the juncture of her shoulder and neck.

“N-no.” she squeaked. Frowning a little at her embarrassed tone, Ranma released her and stepped away to quickly cleanse himself with hot water from the showerhead - he didn't feel like becoming a woman at the moment.

Akane shifted to sit as far from him in the tub as possible, crossing her arms over her flushed chest and looking away, sucking on her lip, appearing mortified. Confused and a little upset at her reaction, Ranma walked over and got into the tub, holding out his arms hopefully. Much to his relief, Akane seemed to relax slightly and moved to embrace him in the hot water. Watching the swell of her breasts just at the surface of the water, Ranma shuddered with excitement and pressed her against his chest, kissing her deeply.

She was shaking, he noted. Pulling away, he stared into his wife's flushed face with a raised eyebrow. “What's wrong?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt.

Akane looked down, poking her index fingers together. “Um, n-nothing…” she trailed off and looked away, wincing. He noted how stiff her body was, and the way she was keeping their lower halves from touching.

Ah. Right. Duh. “Sorry for walkin' in on you, Akane,” she ducked her head further, and Ranma fought for the right thing to say, “you were just so hot, and I was mad at myself for bein' late to Super Shogun Sunday… I didn't wanna miss out.”

“Uhm, it's okay.” She squeaked.

Nuzzling the top of her head, Ranma encouraged her to tilt her head up and kissed her again. Pulling back slightly, he spoke against her quivering lips. “Hey,” she sucked in a small breath against his mouth, and moved a little closer, “c'mon, don't be embarrassed, everybody does it. Even me.”

Akane giggled. The tension in the room dissolved into a pleasant heat and Ranma grinned, kissing her cheek and ear. “Okay, okay,” she said breathlessly, “but you have to finish what I started.” Akane said sexily, disengaging from him and kissing his nose.

“No problem,” he abruptly hoisted her onto a corner of the tub, chuckling throatily when she squealed in surprise, “relax, I've got this.” He pressed his mouth against the inside of her thigh and kissed up slowly towards the juncture of her legs.

Akane giggled again when he nipped the sensitive flesh next to her hipbone, “Ranma youaaaahhh…!” he licked her slowly and firmly, enjoying the way she was rendered momentarily speechless by his ministrations. Moaning softly, Akane pressed her hand against the back of his head, as if to keep him in place against her flesh.

As if he'd want to move! The water had made her center impossibly hot, and he was acutely aware of how new this situation was. First time in a tub for the two of them! He almost wanted to do a little dance. Not that their love life was boring - how could having sex with Akane, or having sex at all, be even remotely boring? But “new” things were always exciting.

Suckling on her clit, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of her, Ranma looked up at her face through his lashes and the valley of her heaving breasts, and he liked very much what he saw. One hand trailed up her tummy to caress her left breast, and Akane sucked in a breath through her teeth when he gently rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Ah! Ranma, I'm… I'm…” Akane's breath came in rhythmic little huffs, and her head rocked back. He felt her start to slip on the tile as her orgasm racked her body with a shriek torn raggedly from her throat. Wrapping his arms around her hips, Ranma held her in place against his mouth as the last of her spasms fizzled out. Akane's body went slack in his arms and he gently guided her back into the water between his knees, which were shaking now with anticipation.

“Good?” he asked throatily, kissing her slack mouth, probing with his tongue until she remembered herself and him and where the hell she was and kissed him back with a quiet sigh.

“Yes,” she said drowsily when he released her mouth with a pop, “very good.” Akane stretched languidly, and Ranma felt his erection twitch in the hot water. He dipped his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, lazily stroking it with his tongue. “Mm…” Fingers digging into his scalp, Akane rubbed her legs against his, “how are we going to do this in the tub?” she whispered, almost shyly. Grinning cheekily against her breast, Ranma leaned back and gently grasped her shoulders, turning her around. Akane looked at him suspiciously over her shoulder, and her cheeks colored when he reached down and raised her hips.

This was something new, too, and Ranma was almost positive it was going to be awesome, if Akane liked it. If Akane didn't like it, well… he just hoped her pelvic floor muscles weren't as well-trained as the rest of her muscles. “You okay with this?” he whispered, mouth next to her ear, chin on her shoulder. Akane nodded, nervously, and he paused, rubbing her cheek with his mouth and her sex with his hand, making her squirm in his arms. Her rear brushed against his erection and Ranma flinched erotically, hand working more insistently against her - she was so wet already, his fingers accidentally slipped a little ways inside her, and Akane moaned her assent.

After a few moments, she was completely relaxed, resting bonelessly against the side of the tub, writhing languidly against his hand. “Ranma, please…” she whimpered, “please…”

Groaning excitedly, Ranma positioned her hips slightly above the water and entered her, slowly, shuddering at the nigh-unbearable heat generated from the bathwater and his wife's tight body. “Aah, God, Akane…” it was Ranma's turn to whimper, curling forward over his wife's strong back and gritting his teeth together, “so good…”

“Uhn… yeah,” Akane mewled, shifting against the tub, arching her back and gripping the tiles, “move, move…” she pleaded, pulling away from him and sliding back against his hips. Ranma dug his fingers into the taut flesh of her backside and moved with her, thrusting deeply, enjoying the heat from the water against his erection whenever he slipped out of her, and the noises their bodies made when they connected. He watched her rear shake slightly every time he pushed into her, and rubbed her cheeks with his rough hands, enjoying the view immensely.

Feeling himself getting close, Ranma leaned down, breathed hot against the back of Akane's neck and she turned her head to the side so he could kiss and lick at her cheek. Akane was panting at a higher and higher pitch, and then she shrieked out loud when Ranma brought his hand to bear against her clit. Her body tightened around him, and she opened her mouth several times, gasping and bucking against him as she came, almost knocking his chin with her shoulder.

Grinning, Ranma leaned back and thrust into her fast and hard, gripping her waist for leverage. Suddenly he was tipping forward, stars dancing in his vision as his orgasm rocked through him. Grunting, he ground weakly against her backside, and Akane moaning quietly in his arms as he wrapped them around her waist and pressed his flat chest against her back.

They stayed like that in the water for a few moments, each trying to catch their breath. Ranma recovered quicker, and slipped out of her, keeping his arms around her waist as he moved back into the tub. Tucking her safely into the V of his legs, he nuzzled her throat and kissed her cheek. Akane squirmed, rubbing against his sensitive cock and making him shudder. “Ew, now the tub is all…” Akane trailed off meaningfully, and Ranma chuckled.

“Yeah, we should get out and rinse off, drain the tub and stuff,” Akane nodded, but made no effort to move from the ruined water, “unless you want some more…” he growled, nibbling on her ear.

Akane squealed and giggled, rocketing from the bath and slipping only a little on the tile floor. Surprised, Ranma watched, dumfounded, as his wife whirled around and stuck her tongue out at him. “You gotta catch me first!” she crowed happily, streaking from the bathroom. Ranma paused for a moment, considering, and then smirked and leapt from the tub, bolting after her.

“Oh, I'll catch you!” he shouted, tearing through the house.

Akane's laughter echoed down the hallway: “Run faster, Ranma, I'm sure you'll catch me eventually!”

Author's Note: Aww… bath time! Ranma, Ranma, you're the one… you make bath time so much fun! Anyway, yes. Ehum.