• 1-The Prince that Rides in the Night
• 2-The Prince: Ridden

Disclaimer: I do not own Shoujo Kakumei: Utena. No matter how much I wish, or how often I delude myself, I do NOT own them. That honor goes to the esteemed Chiho Saito. *sighs* To anyone who tries to sue me, please let it be known that doing so results in Karmic imbalance, and you shall be smote by the hands of a thousand waitresses carrying bamboo-sticks. Think about it.

WARNING! This story contains spoilers for the Episode 33 of SKU. It also contains somewhat graphic sex. I trust that your being here means that you either stumbled here on accident, and will be smart enough to hit the "Back" button, or you know what the "NC-17" rating entails, WANT to read about Akio and Utena, and, preferrably, have seen Episode 33. You have been warned.

(oh, and if you find any spelling/gramatical errors, please let me know asap via email so that i might fix them! i don't want to bother the good readers with my atrocious abilities. ja ne!)

Alrighty, before I get on with this story, I'd like to send out a special dedication to all of my reviewers. Well, scratch that. Most of my reviewers. You see, a couple weeks ago, I got a really nasty flame, which was really discouraging, and it really crimped my ability - and desire - to write anything. Then, today, I logged into my aff.net account, and read all of the really great reviews for the first chapter of this story, as well as for ~A Breath Drawn in Unison~. This is especially for UtenaTenjou10, who totally boosted my esteem and made me decide to write another chapter. Actually, I'm going to write two. Possibly three, with one from Anthy's POV. But not tonight. 2.30 am is rather late for all that jazz.

In any case, this is for you, UtenaTenjou10 - and Sephira Jo, and Hatchan, and Fallen, and AJAngelique and Princess Lemon.

Sekai yo kakumei suru tameni.

The Prince: Ridden

an Akio/Utena story

How did we get here…?



It was late…we couldn’t stay up much longer and still make it back to Ohtori so early in the morning. We decided it would be best to turn in early…that way, we’d get back before sunrise.



"Listen. Today was... I can't believe we goofed around until this late."



I can’t believe this – one minute, we’re in bed, in clothes, and now… I can’t meet his eyes. Their dangerous, mysterious hue…. What is this feeling?



Akio slid one hand delicately up her thigh, first the soft pads of his fingertips, then the firmer, more titillating feel of the tips of his nails, barely skimming her over-sensitive skin.



Sunrise… this isn’t happening to me. I’m getting shivers up and down my spine and it’s like I’m cold but I’m not it’s hot but it isn’t and if we don’t got to sleep soon we won’t be back by tomorrow morning and then where will I be I have things to do I don’t believe this –



“I have to make my lunch for tomorrow as soon as we get back.”



She wasn’t looking. She missed the smirk on his face; missed him glance down along her body. But she definitely felt it.



Why didn’t I realize…it’s like that first time he kissed me in his car… oh, gods, it’s so hot…



His tongue left warm traces of his path down her body, only to turn into goosebumps as the cool air graced the damp trails. Something was tightening low in her body, further south than her center. Her breath yearned to hasten, and she fought to keep control.



Tomorrow… I need to concentrate…. Should this even be happening this way? I don’t’ even know what I’m doing…



“Let’s see… what should I have?”



Akio’s fingers and hands finally met at the apex of her thighs, where the heat had been pooling and moisture was beginning to form. He blew gently on her center before continuing down her body.



“We have some salmon left over. Some salmon and…. And, uh… I can boil up some asparagus. An omlette would be quick to make.”



I can’t believe… he’s not really thinking of… it has to be someone else…. Since when were my legs so sensitive? I’ve never been so relaxed…and so tense…



“You see, I usually just whip something up with the dinner leftovers. There’s two servings for Himemiya and me…”



… Himemiya…



“Oh, great, what’ll I do? I can’t think of anyg elg else.”



This is Himemiya’s brother… how can I…to her… I’m her prince…. But…



He massaged his way up her legs, slowly, easily, calmly, before slipping a finger inside her.



…but…



His finger began to pump in and out of her as his thumb gently caressed her clitoris. Soon he added another finger, and repeated his rhythm. It was a little uncomfortable… a little different… and very…good.