[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Resistance Is Futile
Disclaimer: I do not own WHR
"Ready to go?" Amon asked patiently without looking at Robin as she changed into some
clothes. Even though they've seen each other naked, when they weren't drowning in lust for one
another, they would respect each other's privacy.
"Ready!" Robin chirped happily and flung her suitcase over her shoulder and followed
Amon to the elevator. When they got out of the building that they were currently living in, Robin
soaked in the crisp morning air and waved for a taxi. Her beauty really did drive the Italian men
crazy because the slightest gesture of her hand as she inched closer to the road ­ caused traffic.
More than twenty taxi cars crammed into the street that she was standing on. Amon was standing
there, gawking at her nifty trick. But Amon can stop traffic with one of his death glares.
On the way to the airport Amon began to get a bit nervous. It has taken Amon a year to
realize that it was safe to share his emotions with Robin. And now he's just letting himself get
nervous in front of Robin. What he doesn't realize is that Robin doesn't realize how comfortable
he has truly gotten around her. She would get worried quite easily when he had his daily mood
swings.
"Amon," Robin cupped his cheek with her warm, soft hand. "Are you feeling all right?
Are you getting car sick? Can I do anything to help?" Amon blushed slightly and the color made
Robin even more worried. Before she could say another word, Amon gingerly grasped her face in
his hand and leaned in for a very heated, passionate kiss. When they finally came up for air,
silence engulfed them. Even though they didn't say a word to each other as the taxi continued to
head toward the airport, it didn't mean that they were avoiding each other. In fact, they couldn't
keep their hands off each other. Amon kept brushing his fingers up and down Robin's thigh and
Robin kissed, suckled, licked and nibbled on Amon's neck. When they arrived at the airport,
Amon's neck was bruising with this swollen piece of flesh hanging out. Judging by the size and
how it resembled a bee sting, it was hard to believe that it was actually a hickey.
***On the Plane***
Amon was thankful that his brother was kind enough to give Robin and him a first class
plane ride back to Japan. Half of the plane was reserved just for Amon and Robin. The curtains
divided their side of the plane from all of the other passengers so they had plenty of privacy. If
Amon and Robin were in a place like this, stuck in a romantic, first class, plane ride with plenty
of privacy two years from now, Amon would have strangled his half brother and beaten the living
shit out of him when they got back to Japan. But right now, Amon was having the time of his
life. The anxiety was slowly easing out of Amon's system. But the image of Zaizen's rotting
deformed body haunted him whenever he thought of Japan and the life that he ran away from.
Amon looked over his shoulder at Robin who just picked up a fruit salad from the buffet table.
She sat next to Amon and met his thoughtful gaze with curious emerald pools that glistened as
the sunlight kissed her flushed face.
"Uh­umm... Would you like some...?" Robin asked as she held up her plate of sliced
fruits.
`I didn't run away empty handed. I had her by my side the whole time. The love of my life
has been there the whole time,' Amon thought as love swept him away from reality.

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"I would love some." Amon said but took the plate of fruits out of Robin's hands and
placed it back on the table. He wrapped his arms around Robin's delicate waist and pulled her
into his arms. He put his forehead against Robin and breathed in her sweet scent. "I don't want
some. Robin, . . . I want it all; A family, a home, a life. I want to share it all with you, Robin..."
Tears ran down Amon's cheeks and he didn't even realize it. He didn't feel sad, nor angry, nor
anything. It was nothing, yet it was part of him. The tears were part of who he was, leaving his
body and landing on Robin's palm. Robin eventually wept pointless tears with Amon. There
wasn't a reason for their tears. They were just melting into each other. And soon, they will
become one joined forces of unstoppable power. Manipulating water and sound waves is Amon's
craft. Manipulating flames is Robin's craft. And soon, there will be a new addition to the STN-J.
(Let's just hope that Michael can handle changing diapers.)
***Harry's***
"My, my. I wasn't expecting you two." Harry stopped mid-step when he witnessed the
strangest sight that anyone in Japan can see; Amon . . . smiling, teeth and all! Robin's typical
sweet smile was just a little more brighter than usual. But that could only mean . . . Harry
flushed but quickly covered it as he turned around and stepped behind the bar. "Would you like
something to drink, something to eat . . . ?" Robin and Amon both took a seat next to one
another.
"Miso soup would be nice." Robin said softly. Amon nodded and ordered the same.
When Harry left to prepare the soups, Amon began to grow suspicious. `Harry is a wise man. He
could probably tell. But that certainly is awkward; Thinking of me and Robin fondling and
making the rest of the men in this world look like deflated 92-year-old men in desperate need for
Viagra.' Amon chuckled softly and Robin peered at him with a clueless look on her face.
"It's nothing." Amon whispered, answering Robin's questioning gaze.
"I'm glad we came back. It's been two whole years since we last saw this beautiful
country." Robin murmured. Amon took Robin's small hands into his and rubbed his thumb
across her knuckles. Robin shivered as his soft touch sent this surging heat down her spine.
"To be honest, I really don't miss Japan as much as you do. But sometimes I feel as if a
part of me is begging to go back." Amon met Robin's gaze. Her eyes were so full of knowledge
that even Amon couldn't comprehend, let alone Robin. She was born with hidden knowledge.
But for the world's safety, lets all hope that none of that knowledge unfolds.
Harry came back with two steaming cups of miso soup. He watched as they ate in silence.
They seemed so cute. They seemed like a perfect pair. If a complete stranger took a glimpse of
those two, he or she would probably think that they belonged together. Harry smiled and Robin
smiled back. `They do belong together,' Harry thought. When they were done with their miso
soups, Amon offered to pay but Robin beat him to the chase. Their little race meant nothing
when Harry shook his head and said that it was on the house. They couldn't argue after Harry
collected the cups and went to the back to wash them. When Harry returned to his two customers,
they bid farewell and parted.
On their way to their hotel, Amon decided to head over to the nearest drug store to buy a
box of condoms. Robin took Amon's arm and dragged him into the hotel. When they got into
their room and threw their stuff to the ground, Amon realized that Robin had something in mind.
"There was something that I wanted to say earlier. But I guess I couldn't since my tears

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got the best of me.
"Amon, I thought about what you said; how you wanted to settle down and start a family.
I've always wanted to settle down. And now that I've found the one, I'll get to settle down.
Amon, let's have a child." Amon had on a devilish grin. His eyes were dark, so dark that Robin
felt faint when those dark orbs came closer. His kiss was the most incredible kiss that she could
ever feel. His lips melded together with hers and she could feel his love travel into her body
when he put more pressure to their kiss. Their tongues tangled and dueled. Amon's arms
wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest. His hard,
thick member was digging into her inner thigh. She leaped off the ground and wrapped her legs
around Amon's waist and he guided her into their temporary bedroom. The hotel was big and
sophisticated, but Robin and Amon could stop to admire the huge, velvet furniture in their
bedroom, their huge flat screen television and their humongous bed with mink covers and satin
sheets. Their pillows were like huge pink marshmallows with silk ribbons sewed in patterns of
flowers.
But Amon and Robin were too busy ripping off each other's clothing to realize the quality
of their room. When Amon was finally finished undressing Robin, he guided her to the center of
the bed. Robin laid on her back and Amon started their love making by parting Robin's legs and
delving his tongue into her hot, moist folds. Robin bucked her hips into his face because she
longed and craved for so much more. Amon responded instantly as he pulled back and leaned
into Robin's face for her lips. His hand slowly made its way down to her core. His fingers played
with her curly, honey-gold pubic hair. She whined softly. She couldn't take this much torture.
Robin wrapped her arms around Amon's shoulder and to his surprise, she flung him down to the
bed and he landed on his back. Robin straddled him between her legs and took his twitching cock
in her hand and slowly guided it into her dripping wet pussy. She rode him fast and slow. She
would let Amon pound into her when they're really into it but she would give him a taste of his
own medicine when she lifted herself off of him to get a drink of water. It drove Amon mad as he
watched as Robin slowly bent down to grab a cup to fill it with tea. When she came back to the
bed, Amon would throw her down and pound into her. Robin cried out his name so many times
that even he lost count. They were at it for more than an hour. Amon was always in control and
Robin was equally strong. They came when they were ready. But they sure as hell took a while.
Amon was bored with their same positions and lifted Robin's left leg to hang it over his
shoulder. The penetration was even deeper. Everything was bubbling up inside her. The pleasure
that she felt continued to climax. She was shaking under Amon's slick, toned body. Amon's arms
began to tremble as he felt precum ooze out of his member. Amon's control was slipping away
and right before he could cum, he plunged in deeper than he ever thought he could. Robin and
Amon came simultaneously. The room turned into this mirage as colorful, bright lights sparkled
in their field of views. Their heads felt as light as air, but their body felt numb and satisfied.
Amon collapsed next to Robin, breathing hard and grinning like an idiot. Robin wrapped her
arms around Amon and snuggled into his warm body. But she suddenly popped up, her eyes
wide, her mouth slightly open.
"This room ­ is . . . gorgeous!!!" She cried out. Her voice seemed to echo. Amon
chuckled and took in the sight of their color coordinated room.
"This really is an amazing room," Amon admitted. `Nagira will be the first one I call
tomorrow,' Amon thought.
"The pillows . . . Kawaii! They look so cute, so cute that I can just eat them up." Robin

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cooed. Amon laughed softly. Robin's stomach growled. Amon bit back a smile and watched as
Robin's face turned beet red. Amon called for room service to bring up a few dishes. Even the
food was prepared beautifully. After they were done eating, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
But two hours later, Amon woke up to the sound of flesh breaking and gurgling cries.
Amon's heart began to race. His breath caught in his throat. He turned to his side and only saw
the mink cover untouched. The room began to close in on his. The sound of fast foot steps, got
closer . . . closer . . . faster . . .

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