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Hidden Option	By : ArashiLeonhart Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 19901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As seniors busy thinking about colleges or jobs after school and preparing for the testing that would come at the end of the year, Shirou and Ayako’s year were recommended to turn over many of the extracurricular responsibilities they had. Ayako had turned over captaincy of the club over to Sakura at the beginning of the year, but still attended and did things such that everything was not just dumped into Sakura’s lap at once. This included doing her share of cleanup after club activities had finished.

Shirou knew of her habit on those days, recalling an offhand mention that she had once made that she did not mind the duty in exchange for the use of the school facilities afterward. While not poor, her home life was rather middle-class and having a younger sibling meant that privacy was often at a premium. Ayako’s brother, now a member of the club, was the type to go straight home afterward and while their relationship was fine, not being around him when he now spent time in the club was definitely preferable.

Although they had never outlined exactly what it was they were, Shirou had found himself more and more sticking around or returning after school when he had no other obligations. While their relationship had not changed when in-class—in fact, sometimes he was certain all of it might just be some elaborate fantasy in his head and he was actually going full-on insane—times like this when nobody was paying any attention their way resembled something like an actual relationship. They would occasionally go out to just hang around each other with no particular goals in mind and he would sometimes walk Ayako home.

As the summer months wore on and the heat became unbearable, Shirou could understand the desire to clean up before going home. It was rather muggy out and even carrying out regular club activities would probably have worked up a fair sweat. Cleaning up after everybody would doubly count.

The other clubs had all turned in and for the most part the grounds were empty, so the halls only had the sound of cicadas drifting through the open windows. Shirou wandered in the direction of the locker rooms where he would wait for Ayako, wishing he had the foresight to actually come up with something more interesting to do than just walking her home.

Like the archery range, the locker rooms they had in Homurahara were rather large for a school of their caliber. Showers were recessed privacy stalls and there were tubs for injury therapy. Lockers were singles rather than stacked. Whoever decided on facilities when the school was built thought highly of athletes. Shirou stepped into the boys’ to grab his gym clothes, having left them there knowing he would come by later and giving him an excuse in case someone asked why he was still loitering around.

Then he heard it.

From there he could hear the running water telling him the shower in the girls’ locker room was running—the sign that Ayako was in fact where he expected—but a significantly different sound drifted in over it.

Unable to help himself, Shirou crept back out into the hall and focused on listening. At first he thought he had just been hearing things. For a long moment it seemed to be so, until he just barely made out another noise. The sound of a gasp.

Carefully, he poked his head into the locker room. At first his thoughts were naturally that someone could be hurt—falling in the shower was not exactly unheard of after all—but as he moved closer it was apparent this was not so. The sounds came more frequently and as he could hear them better, he could make out how there was no pain involved.

Ayako’s clothes were folded on a nearby bench. Shirou could tell that they were hers, while feeling a little embarrassment and pride both at it, as he recognized the set of underwear draped over them, in a lacy two-toned style that really suggested a much more mature woman. For the athlete that she was, it was always a bit surprising to know that she had very feminine underthings that were probably not the most efficient or comfortable to wear when exercising.

Within the single shower that had a closed door came that noise again. A faint sound, involuntary, helpless to the sensation or emotion evoking it.

He could see her figure in the shower, blurred by the opaque door. Steam rose from beyond and the constant hum of water raining down on the floor kept his approach secretive. He could not make out her exact motions, but it was fairly obvious by the little moans and the way she leaned against the wall what it was she was doing.

What was it she wanted him to do? “Act out”?

Perhaps owning to the rather dangerous places they had done things, Shirou had found a kind of connection to his inner risk-taker. The desire was just too strong to resist.

Taking one last look around the hall to make sure nobody was around, Shirou slipped into the girls’ locker room and quickly slipped out of his clothes, setting them next to Ayako’s.

A tap on the shower door. The sounds stopped and the body within shifted around. Ayako’s voice drifted out, a little breathless. “…Emiya?”

He stepped in and closed the shower door behind him, taking in the sight of the water spray rolling down a naked Ayako Mitsuzuri. Flushed in the face, she looked up at him with hazy eyes, hair matted around her face. Although steam rose around them, he thought her breath might still be hotter, the rise and fall of her shoulders like after a run around the track.

“I could hear you, you know,” he said.

Ayako flushed further, but her gaze fell down over his exposed body. “I was thinking of you,” she admitted.

Before she could say anything further, he descended on her like a bird of prey. Lips locking with hers and tongue descending into her mouth, he pressed her body to his and allowed the heat from the shower to fall over him completely before sliding his hands down her sides and around to her rear, once more marveling at the smooth sensation of her skin. Ayako moaned into their kiss, then tried to clamp down on the noise as he pulled away and moved down her neck to taste her wet skin.

“Nobody else is around,” Shirou said. He tried his best to make it sound like bait, however, like he knew otherwise. “Go ahead and moan all you want.”

“I know, I wouldn’t…” Ayako’s voice petered off as Shirou’s mouth descended over her breasts, tugging on one with his fingertips as his tongue swirled around the other. She shook as he teased her, squirming, somewhere between ticklish and aroused. His fingers swept lightly under the curve of her breasts and she almost-but-not-quite giggled. “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” she challenged right back.

So Shirou went for the kill instead. In the months they had to explore one another, he had found that she was most sensitive right below where the waistband of her skirt or pants would sit. He brushed his fingertips over her there and she moaned, her hips shuddering as she lost full control over her legs. Shirou then fell to his knees and brought his mouth over the same area, tongue lapping at the water as it rolled down her body, swishing at her smooth skin.

Ayako shuffled in place, hips moving to seek out contact, and she looked at him helplessly. “Emya, stop fooling around and—”

Her voice fell away and into a gasp as his fingers crept down and started circling her clit. “And what?” he said. It was his turn to be the one that set the pace.

She moaned again, panting like after a hard run. The steam from the shower was making it hard to breathe. But she could not force out a reply before his tongue encircled her as his fingers gently spread her open and started moving in sync. Wetness not from the shower slid down his knuckles as he plunged his middle finger in while he took little swipes at her folds to taste her. Not shy of her own pleasure, Ayako’s hands cupped her breasts, pinching the tips rosy.

The water fell unnoticed on them. Shirou wrapped an arm around a smooth thigh, and as his tongue flicked over her most sensitive spot, his hand came up her backside and a finger slipped into her anus. Ayako shook as if her legs wanted to take her someplace but could not pull her feet from their place. Shirou gently swirled his finger around, following the rhythm she made as she shuffled in place.

The girl’s hands came down to either side of his head and she pulled him up, tongue reaching out to taste his kiss before he had even stood. She then reached down, fingers wrapping around him to stroke frantically.

Shirou batted her hand away, unable to help the grin that pulled his lips from hers. “And what?” he asked again.

She lifted her leg and he obliged, taking hold of her smooth body once again. “Mess me up. Make me cum.”

He still tortured her instead, moving so only the head of his cock slid between her folds. Ayako fell back against the wall of the shower and for a moment Shirou was afraid she might just fling her other leg right up around his waist to force him to move. As slippery as it was, that would be bad. On the other hand, he was also no longer shy about teasing the sexy right out of her. “But what if someone walks in on us?”

Moaning—and not from pleasure—Ayako weakly pounded her hand against his chest. Then let it slide down his body. “Should’ve…thought of that before…?”

Slowly, almost painfully so, he slid further up to her, feeling every centimeter of his length as Ayako enveloped him, but kept his gaze locked on the way her eyes fluttered half-shut and her pinkish lips fell half-open.

“You’re going to kill me, Emiya—”

“That you, Mitsuzuri?”

Both Shirou and Ayako went ramrod still as footsteps echoed in the room beyond and a voice broke into their awareness. A familiar voice at that. Ayako’s eyes shot wide open and she said, “Y-yeah, Tohsaka. You’re still here?”

“It’s really uncomfortable outside and a shower sounded good,” Rin Tohsaka said. They both peered through the shower door to where a distorted figure could be seen, the long dark hair of the school’s idol across the way where some of the lockers were, her back turned.

“Didn’t…” Ayako tried to sound as natural as possible. “Were you meeting with the p-prez or something?”

Thankfully, Rin sounded rather tired and distracted, her bare feet padding over toward the showers without enthusiasm. “The first years left the track field half-done, so Kimura-sensei had some of us clean up after them. Ohhh yes.” The squeak of the lever turning was followed by the hiss of the spray starting up in the stall next to them.

Shirou had to bite down on a groan. Blood pumping at the situation, Ayako had clenched down on him and now she was very faintly moving against him, as if daring him to continue. He reached around to slide a hand down her slick back and she watched him, flushed but aware.

Don’t stop, she mouthed.

It really must have been fate for them to be together, since they both knew the real Rin Tohsaka hiding beneath the façade and understood the death wish of doing it while she was right around the corner.

Leaning in so his chest was almost flush with hers, Shirou moved, his mind fighting his instincts, the desire to pound into her as hard as he could versus the noise they would make. Ayako’s expression was not helping, the heavy-lidded gaze she gave him almost back in control after all that teasing. The way the water stuck to her eyelashes accentuated it.

“Did you say something about Emiya just now?” Rin’s voice fluttered in.

“Yeah,” Ayako said, forehead falling to Shirou’s shoulder. “Just…complaining. That’s all.” The constant teasing and sudden fear factor got her—she shook nearly uncontrollably, her elevated leg curling around his waist like a vise.

“There is lots to complain about that guy. What’d he do this time?”

Ayako went slack, sliding down the shower wall until she was almost sitting, blinking rapidly as the shower and water falling from her partner fell over her once again. She looked up lazily at him, sliding a hand up his thigh. “He was slow…giving me what I needed. And when I complained, he thought he’d just…let me have it. Let it out all over me.”

“Ehhh?” Rin’s confused response drowned out the faint noise Shirou made as he pumped himself over her and came. Ayako let out a faint gasp herself, her fingers moving over her own body seemingly without her realizing it, shaking a little as his seed pattered onto her face. “That doesn’t sound like him.”

Licking at the underside of his cock, hands sliding up his legs and over his buttocks, Ayako managed a breathless, “You’d be surprised.”
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