Snake Charmed 2

Title: Snake Charm 2
Disclamer: If I owned it, I\'d live in Japan. No money made!
Pairing: Ayeme fucking Ritsu
Authors note! There needs to be more Ayame/Ritsu screwings

And I guess I can answer my reviews, cause that\'s what I do...

Weaver:Yes I tried to do something different then the norm...*throws cookie*

Laura Bryannan: You\'re sweet and hot too!*throws cookie*

Lola Neptune: E-mail hidden... stealthy... YAY! Someone likes my characterization, and in a Plot! What Plot? too! Here\'s your sequal, and I think I will make a little series out of this too...*throws cookie*

Shintotchi: You\'re utterly awsome! And I\'m glad I wrote a sexy Ayame pairing such as this!*throws cookie*

throwerchick: You\'re e-mail is hidden too? All these stealthy people... Sorry that this isn\'t a Haru/Yuki, mabye I\'ll try that for somethin else...*throws cookie*

Luna: CONGRATS YOU ARE THE REQUEST I ANSWERED TO!*throws cookie and confeti*

Moonstar: Well here\'s the favor back I DON\'T WANT IT! I kid, I kid. thanx for reviewing and going to the Fruits Basket section for me. T_T. And thanx again for reviewing Parent! *throws favor and cookie*

RT: Compared to others this is good *looks around confused* I\'m sorry I\'m not good at taking compliments... *bows humbly and throws cookie*

amberblood : As much as I wanted this story different, I wanted it to tie to the actual manga ^_^. And I agree Aya would make a GREAT seme. If I were the uke... *shuffles away while throwing cookie*

THANX TO ALL!!!

It’s sometimes intimidating, when I look at the man I aspire to be. He’s always so confident, and so happy.

And then there’s me, the stupid monkey who’s to frighten to even dress in men’s clothing.

I guess I’m forever cursed in being a mistake; I’ll never be like him.

That’s why I’m always over at his shop, trying no to break anything. That place has always fascinated me, with all of it’s clothing, and may even be a part of my cross-dressing problem. I use his shop as an excuse to see him.

But he wasn’t there, so I left, to stop annoying Mine.

Yet before I could leave he came in.

“Ritsu-san, what a pleasant surprise,” I blushed, Ayame, he’s always so positive, “Your visits always give me a smile, and seeing you come by so often I keep smiling!”

“Th-thank you Aya-san,” For some strange reason Ayame always seemed to calm me down to just a stutter, not like Yuki or Shigure who always seemed to make things worse, “I-I’m sorry for being such a burden.”

“Oh, nonsense Ritsu! When has smiling ever been a burden?” He placed his arm around my shoulder, which only caused me to blush even more, “Mine, it’s getting late, why don’t you go home? I’ll close up.”

“Are you sure, sir?” She replied.

“Of course, I have Ritsu here to help me.” His smile broadened.

Mine got her stuff, turned to the door, “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow sir!” and was gone.

The snake turned to Ritsu, “Would you like some tea?”

I jumped, “Oh-Uh I-I uh, n-no I c-couldn’t.”

“Are you refusing my offer? You know I only make tea for a very select few people Ritsu-san.” His face filled with disappointment, “You’re braking my heart.”

How could I have done this?! I have insulted him in the worst was! I have failed as my duty as a guest!

“I-I-I- I’m SORRY! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WA-” Bless Shigure and his theory of hitting me on the side.

Ayame caught me as I collapsed and carried me to the back room where he placed me onto the couch. He then moved out of the room and came back with a tray with his famous tea on it.

“Maybe this will calm your nerves.” His voice was so calming and soothing. He gently moved himself next to me and placed the cup to my lips. I drank the tea slowly, and it really was good tea, it doesn’t seem difficult to make, I can’t taste anything that would be hard to find, but I am no expert.

Then the cup was gone and Ayame was looking into my eyes, I was lost.

I have no idea how it happened, or when it did, but the next thing I knew was that his lips were on my. It is something I have never experienced, being such a spaz and all. But with Ayame, it was amazing. When he pulled up I was left staring, I was so confused. “There are of course other ways to calm a person down.” He murmured.

It was like a dream, I don’t remember anything. The next thing that was conscious to me was that was naked, the kimono I was wearing lay in a heap at Ayame’s feet. Ayame himself wore only a pair of purple pants which I now was sitting on, and, from the feeling of the hot and heavy appendage rubbing against my bottom, he wore nothing under them.

And from what I saw, he was the most beautiful thing I have ever envisioned in my whole existence.

“Don’t worry, don’t think, just do what feels right.” He raised my body slightly and maneuvered the last article of clothing off. When I was lowered his member rested between my cheeks.

Once again I have no idea how he did it, but the next thing I was feeling were his lubricated forefinger sliding into me causing me to groan in a sweet delicious pleasure. “More.” I begged, and now I don’t even know how I mustered the courage to say it. It surprised Ayame to, it showed on his face, but he did comply, sliding in another. By the third I was rubbing back against them, and once he took them out I gave out a whimper.

“It’s easier if you relax.” He whispered into my ear before gently lifting me up and setting his head against my entrance. Then slowly, very slowly, he began to push in.

I have never experienced such pain in my life, I let out a cry, but he persisted. He continued to slowly lower me onto him. My own hard member slowly began to wilt and at that I felt a tear run down my face, I looked up at him. The snake gave me a sad smile and released a hand from my hips to catch it from falling down my face; he then reached down to touch me coaxing me to hardness the whole time lowering me.

When I was finally seated upon him Ayame waited for me to adjust, and in the mean time completed coaxing me back to a state of complete hardness. After, he raised me up the slightest bit, and brought me down again. I knew he was looking for my sweet spot, and he continued to do so until I cried out in pleasure.

With a smirk he raised me up, off of him, causing me to look at him in worry. His smile just grew as he sat me onto the couch and kneeled in front of me. Pulling my opening out he spread my legs apart, and with one swift and powerful stroke he slammed onto my prostate.

I cried out in surprise and pleasure. With more quick hard thrust he began fucking me. It’s such a blunt, unromantic way to put it, but that’s how it happened. We did not make love we fucked, and I loved every second of it.

My arms reached out and encircled Ayame’s neck and pulled him closer to me. I mashed my lips onto his, not knowing where I got the courage. I clutched my hands into his beautiful hair and in turn he grasped my hips with a bruising strength.

Our lips parted and with his hair I pulled his ear to my mouth, “Harder,” I begged, “I need it hard.”

The powerful snake bit my shoulder in a reply, causing my grasp on his hair tighten. His hips began to pound into me with a harder and deeper force. And with every thrust he hit my prostate making my hips push forwards to meet his.

I grasped his ear between my teeth and began to nibble on it a little more then gently. His teeth dug into my shoulder, and I was sure he would soon draw blood if he dug a little deeper. But I didn’t care, and, in a small way, I wanted him to make me bleed. I wanted the pain, I don’t know where these desires came from, pent up inside of me, but they have made themselves known, and won’t do away.

As if hearing my pleas inside his head Ayame bit down just the slightest bit harder, letting a tiny bit of blood seep from my skin. This was the final straw, the final act that allowed my weeping member to explode.

Feeling the wetness against his stomach and the added tightness around his length Ayame let go of my shoulder and gave one final thrust before he joined me in completion.

Ayame looked at my face and leaned his own sweaty forehead against my own, “Ritsu-san, you are a treasure.” I blushed at his comment.

He gently pulled himself out of me, and then, standing up, offered his hand. I accepted and stood up next to him, he began to lead me to the bathroom. I stumbled nearly all the way there.

Once finally in the room he turned around and caught me in his arms. Gravity was having its affect one me in more ways then one, I could feel his seed slowly dripping down my opening. The snake grabbed a towel, “Lean against the sink.” He murmured, moving behind me.

It was then, as he was gently cleaning me that I realized something, “You have someone,” I murmured, “someone who is closer to your heart then anyone ever will.”

He wrapped his arms around me and looked at my face in the mirror, “Does it surprise or disappoint you?”

“No,” I murmured, “My heart belongs to another…”