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In Flight: Wing My Way	By : jiten21x Category: +. to F > Fate/stay Night Views: 25710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: In Flight: Wing My Way

Wordcount: 7000+ words

Prompt: Based off Chp23 of “In Flight” by Gabriel Blessing, a Sekirei/FSN crossover. Much of this fic will not make sense if you have not read the story, i strongly suggest you do so now +_+

Disclaimer: “Sekirei” and “Fate/stay night” are owned by Sakurako Gokurakuin and Kinoko Nasu, respectively. “In Flight” is creative-commons (probably) by Mr. Blessing. Akitsu is mai waifu.

*****

“Please, Master. Mark me as yours.”

*****

It was a shy whisper that gave permission. For me, it was permission to proceed with my experiment. For her, it was permission to entertain hopes she had kept long buried.

Nothing more needed to be said. Slowly, giving her a final chance to reconsider, I gently cupped her cheek with my hand. Akitsu met my unflinching stare, her face as impassive as always. Her eyes, however, had a softer look to them. They weren’t the eyes with which I had always seen my snow woman look upon the world with apathy. Neither were they the glassy stare I had recently become acquainted with as she recovered from our earlier, repeated experiments. They were bright, a soft light shining in their depths as she met my gaze with her own.

They still appeared as cold as ice, however.

I smiled gently as I brushed a thumb across her cheek and leaned forward. This time I was the one to close my eyes first before our lips made contact. It was a light touch, not even as deep as the ones that had taken place as part of my experiments. But I still felt the pull of my magic even as I pulled back until our noses were just barely touching. Opening my eyes I noticed hers had fallen shut, and even though it had been the most chaste kiss we had shared since that day at the park, the blush that erupted on her cheeks was almost luminous.

I leaned in again, but this time I simply dusted my lips against the side of her mouth before I broke contact, following the action shortly with another peck against her cheek. Again and again, I trail kisses along her jaw line up to her ear. Through it all my sekirei stoically maintained her current kneeling position. I felt no twitching, no shuddering from her. Her arms hadn’t even moved from their positions behind her back.

I leaned back into my own sitting position and frowned slightly. At the absence of further contact, she slowly raised her head and met my eyes, only to blush even deeper and avert them to the side as she caught me watching her. Curious, I dipped my head and met her gaze only to have her switch to staring in the opposite direction. I tilted my head in an attempt to recapture her focus but she again moved her eyes away from my own. My frown grew as we repeated this several times before I broke off contact and leaned back once more.

It seemed that for all her interest in Matsu’s little traps and her taste in sleepwear might suggest, the snow woman was very uncomfortable with sexuality, or at least with the focus she was being subjected to. On one hand, if this was the norm amongst my flock then I could feel a little bit safer in the house; they may “talk the talk” as they say, but not be as willing to “walk the walk.” On the other hand, I honestly had no experiences for this sort of situation.

That fateful night Saber, Rin, and myself were on the run from Berserker, the sheer terror we were feeling overshadowed much of the experience so that I couldn’t remember many of the steps that took place before the act itself. There was also the fact that Rin was the one to take charge of relaxing Saber enough for the ritual. Although there were many red-blooded men who would sear every detail of that act alone into their souls, most of my attention was taken up with being convinced -- verbally -- by Rin to stop dancing around the issue and just jam it in.

In short, I had no idea how to “deflower a virgin.”

“Shirou-sama?” My focus snapped back to the woman currently in front of me, her eyes open again with that soft light.

It seemed my expression had darkened slightly as I mused, since Akitsu flinched slightly as she caught my frown. Her eyes darkened and she looked down contritely.

“My apologies... Master,” she intoned.

I blinked as I tried to process the sudden shift in her tone and her expression, then I had to check myself from slapping my forehead. More than simply being shy, I had almost forgotten that insecurity all but defined the snow woman. As the only one of my flock who was unwinged, she knew she had no metaphysical bond between her self-chosen ashikabi and herself. As much as I tried to tell her otherwise, she lived with the assumption that she would be discarded and left behind if she was unable to maintain a useful presence for her master. The worse she felt, the more formal she would become.

“Akitsu.” I waited until she nervously met my eyes again, then flashed the biggest smile I could manage. “I am proud of you.”

She blushed and started to look away again, but I caught her chin and forced her to meet me eye to eye again. “You have stood by my side from the beginning, you have always assisted me in my endeavors, and of everyone here in Izumo House, you are the only one I feel I can trust my secrets to.”

I left out that I could trust her with my secrets because she’d already walked in on them... but she didn’t need to know that.

I pulled her, wide-eyed, into a hug and turned my head towards her ear. “So Akitsu, will you trust me?” I asked softly. Her body was still rigid against mine, but I felt as she opened her mouth... “Not because I am your master,” I interrupted her. “As Shirou Emiya, as a man, do you trust me?”

There was a brief hesitation, just enough for me to know she was actually considering the request and not falling back on her safety net of a master-servant relationship, but I felt her nodding into my shoulder. I hugged her more tightly and nodded. “Then trust me when I say that this is entirely for you.”

There was another moment as she digested that, then she leaned into me slightly and nodded once more.

I noted that she didn’t move to return the hug. In fact, she still hadn’t voluntarily moved from her starting position. It was time for me to change that.

Start from familiar territory. I raised my arms again to place my hands on her cheeks. The same stoic expression was there, the same rosy coloration. I was pleased to note that the soft light had returned to her eyes. Gently, slowly, my hands traced once more along her jaw line, but as I reached her ears I moved them down along her neck. A feathering touch of my fingertips left trails of goosebumps over her skin as my hands settled on top of her shoulders. I pulled her in as I leaned forward and once again her lips met my own.

The now-familiar sensation of her body tapping into my od tingled, but this time I maintained contact even as the transfer ran its course. I opened my mouth and ran a tongue over her lips, seeking permission to enter and wasting no time to do so as she accepted. I dove right in, tasting her, toying with her, mapping her as my magic would a sword. There was a faint shudder in her shoulders beneath my hands, but aside from that involuntary motion she was still completely docile under me.

Continuing the kiss, I slowly slid a hand down across her front. Her tongue, while not exactly fighting my own for dominance, completely stilled in shock as I reached the slope of her breasts. I broke the kiss to look into her eyes -- I noted they were now fully open -- then I leaned back in to trail kisses up to her ear. Whispering soft words of encouragement I continued my hand’s motion, gently circling her chest as her breathing began to pick up. I spiraled from the outer edges to the center of her chest, moving closer with each rotation towards the sharp points now making their presence known through her clothing.

I shifted to her side, moving my other hand behind her to grasp at her opposite shoulder as I nibbled on her ear now, still whispering softly into her ear. Finally my first hand reached its goal and a flat palm circled, then pressed against her rigid peak. A burst of cold air rushed past my face as she exhaled a breath I’m not sure she even knew she'd been holding. But although her chest now heaved with each breath she took, she still hadn’t made any major movements on her own.

I shuffled around to kneel behind her as the hand that was on her shoulder trailed down her arm and wrapped around her waist. The hand on her breast shifted slightly to undo the clasp that held her robes together and pull the chain away. At the same time, I tugged at the knot that held her sash together, loosening it enough that as the top came undone, her kimono simply slid off her shoulders and pooled around her waist. Although I couldn’t see her expression directly, looking over her shoulder I could see that her skin was flushed all the way to where my hand now rested on a bare breast.

I wasted no time and brought both hands into resuming the foreplay against her chest, weighing her breasts and marveling in their softness. This was something of a guilty pleasure for me since I had moved into the city. Rin and Saber were my dearest lovers, my friends, my comrades in arms. We had been happy together and in a perfect world, it would be one of them who I was using my skills on. Or both of them. Perfect world.

However, for all that I loved -- and continue to love -- them, the fact remained that both of them were... just a bit on the...

...well may the Root forgive me because those two never will, if these thoughts ever found their way to them. Saber’s assets were those that many in downtown Shin-Tokyo would describe as a “deliciously flat chest.” Rin was more gifted in that regard and certainly didn’t lose many points when compared to her peers. However, when comparing them against my flock -- except for Kuu-chan and Homura for obvious reasons -- my two lovers might as well have been flat as a board.

So it was with a slight thrill that my hands strayed slightly from simple foreplay to relax my sekirei, and more into eager first-time exploration.

Akitsu certainly didn’t seem to mind. Her breathing had picked up in speed again. They were still inaudible for the most part, but it was a quiet that seemed to come from her rigid self control rather than her habitual apathy. I quickly made the decision to shatter that self control before I was done. My pride was at stake. Her breaths were punctuated with long exhales as I leaned forward to plant kisses along the back of her neck. Sharp gasps tore themselves free as my hands moved into play directly against her dusky peaks. Though she still held them rigidly against her back, I felt the faint tremors of her hands as they began to flex in time as I stroked and pulled at her chest.

I dropped one hand to trace dancing fingers across her flanks and stomach as the remaining arm left her breast and crossed her chest to play with its abandoned sister. I moved my mouth over to her pulse point and was rewarded with another soft inhalation as I suckled gently on the skin there. She began to squirm slightly in my arms now and I felt a vicarious thrill at the motion. Reaching past her sash, I moved my hand over the lower portion of her kimono and slowly pushed it aside. Looking down over her shoulder I chuckled softly, drawing a confused glance from my sekirei.

“Akitsu,” I murmured against her skin. “You remembered to put on panties today.”

“A-ah?” she gasped. She paused slightly then tilted her head down to where my the flat of my hand rested against her abdomen, pushing aside the remains of her kimono so we both could see the frilly, stringy gauze that she favored as underwear. “I --”

The remainder of her answer was lost to the world as I angled my hand and applied pressure against her. Her breath left her with a sharp gasp and a rush of release dampened her panties. At the same time, her legs clamped together around my wrist and her arms finally broke free of her self-control to claw at my thighs. Both had a grip strong enough to bend iron and it was only a reflexive reinforcement of my shirt sleeve and pants that saved them from a severe bruising. Her body arched slightly, her head falling back against my shoulder for an infinite moment before she collapsed bonelessly against my chest.

*****

Her sudden orgasm caught me off guard and for a brief moment I had frozen in place with surprise. Then I quickly slid around to her front and leaned over her to press my lips against hers once more. Once again I felt the pull of my magic and quickly broke off to follow its traces throughout her body. Following it with nose and finger I traced it down across her chest, then around to her back. It had almost reached the point between her shoulders where I had seen the sekirei crests appear on the rest of my flock before it suddenly changed direction and shot upwards to be absorbed by the crest already existing in her forehead.

Oblivious to my actions, she slumped contentedly against my chest and I absently wrapped an arm around her shoulders as I considered the new trace. So far it seemed I was on the right track, but I was reminded of the difficulties a true tantric ritual entailed. The rituals relied on exact timing on each partner’s release to get their body’s defenses at their lowest to facilitate the transfer of prana. This resulted in a very inefficient ritual with a low success rate which often meant multiple repetitions of the ritual to the (dis)pleasure of the magi involved.

I was half-hoping, given the alien origins of my partner, that mouth to mouth transference was still a viable conduit for the ritual. Especially since as a sekirei, to go the full distance in order for her to receive my prana would severely cripple her effectiveness in battles where a norito would be required. Even as my clinical mind reviewed the trace and the results of this recent experiment, another side of me had woken after a long dormant period and was eagerly taking in the sensations of a soft woman pressed into me. The two sides bounced back and forth with each other, mental battle cries of “For Science!” competing with “Jam It In!”

The debate lasted only for a few moments but a happy medium was soon reached. More data was clearly required. I unwrapped my arms from Akitsu to reach down and slide my shoes off. As I pulled away slightly she looked at me in confusion, only to blush a furious scarlet and whip her head towards the opposite wall as I unbuckled my belt and proceeded to remove my trousers and undergarments.

My wrist was still somewhat sore from where her legs had clamped around them, and keeping that in mind I kept my shirt on... just in case.

After the last magic trace, I was fairly certain we were on the right track for solving Akitsu’s problem. With that -- among other things -- in mind buoying my spirits I was ready to move on to the next stage. However, I also had to consider what might happen if we were successful. If the examples set by the rest of my flock were any indication, it seemed to me that a sekirei’s wings were just coherent enough to affect the material world. If they erupted mid-coitus then having my sekirei on her back could possibly be an uncomfortable experience at best. I spent a few moments thinking of numerous alternative positions, but considering just how active a participant Akitsu was being -- that is, not at all -- I decided they would not be suitable for our situation.

I settled on biting the bullet for this one, and move back into the circle to kneel in a position that was marginally uncomfortable, but would allow me to set the pace while keeping my partner upright and free of any chances for having her future wings crushed beneath our bodies. Speaking of my partner, I looked back to find the snow woman looking over a fascinating scorch pattern on the far wall; one that had been the result of one of my early rune experiments.

“Akitsu,” I called, grabbing my sekirei’s attention. As she slowly brought her head around to look at me and my current state of undress, her blush renewed both in size and intensity. She rose to her gracefully to her feet, her kimono sliding from her hips and falling the remaining distance to the floor, leaving her in just her panties and the ever-present chain crossing across her chest and neck. Her gaze was resolutely focused on my face as she padded over and made as if to kneel before me, only to pause as I held up a hand.

I used the same arm to gesture invitingly towards the open space in my lap. “Have a seat,” I coughed just a bit nervously.

She held herself still for a few moments before she settled herself down in her new position. Her legs straddled my own and she initially balanced her arms against my legs before I picked them up and pulled them over my shoulders where she let them hang loosely. I used one hand against the small of her back to press her closer to me and the other to reach down and tug on the loops tying her panties together. Her eyes followed the sodden material as they fell away from her hips. As I pulled them off the slight friction caused her to inhale sharply, but aside from that her only other reaction was to continue to track them as I flicked them towards the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Her eyes moved back to mine and they were no longer icy. The brightness in her eyes had grown in intensity and they shimmered in a way that made me think of a pool of water. It seemed my little snow woman was slowly melting. I could work with this.

She still made no further motions, content to simply sit on my lap like this. So I gave her a reassuring smile and pulled her in closely for another kiss. As before, she waited until my tongue tapped at her lips before granting me access. From there, however, I was pleased to note her own tongue moving against mine more forcefully than before. It was more like a counterpoint to my own explorations than a fight for dominance, but I was happy to see her take any sort of initiative. Her eyes blinked open as I hummed to make my pleasure known. Her hands twitched briefly against my neck and her eyes slowly drew shut once more.

Then it was my turn to suddenly stop and stare as she hummed pleasantly herself. The vibrations tickled my spine and I pulled back in surprise, ending the kiss with a thin pop. She blinked up at me shyly before she averted her eyes and I recognized in her face her guilt for overstepping her bounds.

I would have none of that and I made sure she saw my smile before I crashed my lips back into hers. Her hands twitched against my neck again, but then she gently curled them around, almost but not quite grasping it. I felt a reward was in order as I slid one hand from her hip behind her and trailed my palm over her bottom. I was rewarded in turn as she made a pleased hum, only for her breath to catch as I squeezed her rear.

She softly cradled my neck as I stroked my other hand along her spine. As we broke off our kiss I brushed my lips against her chin; she angled her head to allow me access as I traced my tongue along her jaw line. I felt more than heard a ragged intake of breath as my lower hand slipped down even further and under her. Finally I heard an absolutely delicious sound as that hand continued onwards.

A soft, almost musical moan loosed itself from her throat as I reached her core. Gasping, she rested her head upon my own as I rubbed her naked entrance and tested her dampness. Soon enough she was having trouble trying to control her breathing as I pulled away from her, dropping my other hand from her back so both of them rested beneath her thighs. She tightened her arms around my neck as I lifted her up, then I leaned back in to capture her mouth. I used one hand to line myself up as the remaining arm controlled her fall.

Her whole body went rigid against mine and her kiss abruptly broke off with a sudden exhalation. The sound she released was hard for me to categorize; had I not been too busy controlling my own groans as I adjusted myself to her depths, I might have been able to tell it for what it was. I couldn’t miss the sudden tightening of her legs against my waist or the way her hands suddenly clawed painfully at the back of my shirt. My idea to reinforce them into a light armor seemed to be paying off so far. I winced as a few fingers scratched my neck where it was left uncovered by the low hem.

Turtle necked shirts, I decided. I would need to go shopping for some turtle necked shirts.

The brief euphoria was broken, however, as a new sound forced its way into my consciousness. Akitsu was leaning her head against my chest now and quiet gasps were all I could hear from her. She wasn’t rigid anymore, but neither was she as pliant as she had been earlier. I tightened my arms questioningly as I looked her over, then down to where we were joined. The crimson trickle matting our hairs flipped on a light bulb in my head at the same time my sekirei looked up at me with watery eyes.

Oh.

Virgin, right.

Well... fuck.

I tightened an arm around her and moved the other to softly stroke the back of her head. “Ahh... Akitsu, I’m so sorry.” I leaned down to press my lips against her eyes in turn, then hugged her to my chest again. “I should have realized, I’m sorry,” I repeated. I started to rock her gently, only to think better of it as a another pained noise was muffled in my chest. I winced.

“I-it’s okay, Master,” she trembled.

“It's 'Shirou', Akitsu,” I said firmly. “You of all people have earned the right to call me by my name.”

She slowly got her breathing back under control. “Shirou-sama,” she relented. She looked up to stare into my eyes again. It had lost a little of it’s shine, but it was still warm water instead of cold ice. “I am used to dealing with pain,” she continued. “It is quite easy for me to dull it.”

Later I would blame our positioning and situation for the way I failed to follow the logical train of her words. What followed was a first-hand account of how much control my sekirei had over her element and her own lack of experience when using it in dealing with other people.

What happened is that Little Shirou suddenly found himself encased in a living ice pack that served extremely well to dull the pain of Akitsu’s penetration, but did little to ease my own discomfort.

“. . .~!!!” Quite the opposite, actually.

“Shirou-sama?” The snow woman obliviously looked at my suddenly grim expression.

“. . .!!!”

“I feel fine now, if...” she looked down shyly again.”If you still wish to continue.” She looked back at me with another hopeful expression. If not for the situation I might have found it oddly endearing. As it was...

“....A...ki...tsu,” I managed to bite out.

My sekirei looked at me questioningly.

“You realize that I was still inside of you, yes?” I was very pleased I was able to keep my voice steady.

She looked down to where our bodies were joined. Where her skin tone was perfectly normal -- though flushed with arousal -- mine had darkened to the dull purpling shade that suggested imminent frostbite. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Ah...”

I closed my eyes and slumped against her as the biting cold receded.

“...I forgot.”

*****

It took a few minutes for me to recover from the sudden shock. Much of the time was spent with Akitsu holding herself in my lap in the same rigid discipline she had always stood by my side with. Meanwhile it was my turn to slump against her warm(er) body, clutching her as though she were a life preserver. During this time I pledged, that if for some reason I ever had to describe this day to another living soul, this period had been filled only with romantic foreplay and happy tears. The manly ashikabi helping his maidenly sekirei to recover from her first time.

Discomfort aside, my sekirei now seemed to be more comfortable to have me in such close proximity. After my short collapse she had brought my arms up to her shoulders and moved her own under mine in a mirror of our previous positions. After that though, she had simply sat as still as a statue, even modulating her breathing so that I barely felt the rise or fall of her chest. As feeling worked its way back into my...self, my brain rebooted and reminded myself why we were here. I couldn’t have her cooling down like this.

I still had my pride.

...frozen and shattered as it was.

With a mental shake of my head I opened my eyes to my new surroundings. Akitsu was cradling my cheek against her generous chest and it was a simple matter for me to turn slightly and place an open mouthed kiss against it. There was a jolt as she reacted to the sudden sensation and I felt her body curl slightly as she tilted her head down questioningly.

The beginnings of my name were on her lips before she was suddenly forced to exhale the rest of her air. Her arms tightened around me slightly as I continued to trails kisses in a large circle before I spiraled in and closed my lips around a nipple. As before, a blast of cold air was released over my head as my sekirei lost control over her powers for that brief moment. I gave one last lick to the bud before I pulled away and grinned at the newly flushed face.

Dipping my head once again I moved to her other breast as my hands dropped from her shoulders. One moved to tend to the recently abandoned partner while the other dropped down between our bodies and gave a tentative flick. With deliberate patience I stroked, prodded, and pinched at her, feeling the trickle of her warm arousal reheating myself and beginning to dribble over my fingers. The resulting shivers caused her to squirm enticingly in my lap. That, combined with the musical gasps erupting overhead was enough to get my blood flowing and back in business in short order.

She hummed appreciatively as I expanded to fill her up and I released her breast with another pop. I dropped my other hand from her breast to her hip at the same time I drew myself back up and looked into her eyes once more. They still had that watery look to them, but they glimmered with a heat I’d not seen from her before.

They were boiling.

Not needing any more prompting, I took a quick peck at her mouth then watched her face as I slowly pushed her up and off of me. Her cheeks bloomed once more and her eyes drifted closed as she indulged in the sensations the friction drew from her. Just before I slipped out of her warmth, I stopped and held her there in place for several heartbeats.

Then I braced my heels and thrust into her, hard.

A gasp, harsher than any I had heard from her before, tore itself from her throat at the sudden movement. She hissed as I slowly drew myself back out, still holding her in at the same height, only to cry out again as I pushed back in with another forceful thrust. My sekirei collapsed into me, holding me tightly. Her eyes were squeezed shut as too many sensations fought for her attention all at once.

I rocked into her, over and over, with repetition born of long practice. Still, it had been quite some time since I had last been with my lovers and I would have been lying if I said I didn’t find it difficult to keep my composure. Keeping calm was twice as difficult as it would normally be as well. Akitsu was a brand new partner for me and I had not the chance to learn her body the way I knew my Saber’s and Rin’s intimately. I had to divide my concentration to keep track of her every movement, her every sound, as much as I could so that I would know how close she was to release. The first time it had happened I had barely touched her, so it caught me by surprise. It would be nice if she somehow held out exactly as long as I was able to before climaxing, but I was experienced to know that was not likely to happen.

Now was the time for experimentation. A twist here seemed to set her shivering. A caress there would make her arch into me appreciatively. A kiss here would set her crooning. A nip there made her whole body contract and grasp at me. I was setting up a mental progress bar, taking note of how each of my actions made it progress. As for the goal itself, that was easy. Each time I had surprised my sekirei she had released a small burst of accidental magic. It was yet another something Rin had endlessly teased me about, but it remained true all the same.

I smelled my sekirei’s arousal.

More than the womanly scent that started to fill the room, the magical energy my Akitsu released as she lost more and more of her control was interpreted by my mage sense as a scent that had become so tangible it had to be physically pushed aside. More than her actions, even more than the sounds I coaxed from her, the scent of ice tinkled through the air and gave me enough data to update my mental progress bar to ever growing heights. Having seen my sekirei fight, I had an idea of what level of powers she would employ and could sense the amount of magic she released to utilize her skills. What I was discovering, though, fascinated me.

The amount of energy Akitsu was currently releasing was already at the level she had used to turn the Archibald magus into puree. And it was still getting higher. It made me almost stop to wonder how strong she would be with a norito.

In the meantime, I found I had run out of creative ways to further arouse my sekirei in this position. Mentally calling up examples of the most efficient means to progress I had discovered for her, I once again altered my rhythm to a shorter, faster pace while I reached down and softly brushed the bundle of nerves over her entrance. I was rewarded when I felt her legs press against my sides once more and her breathing hitched. Another few thrusts led to another gasp as her hands scraped against my back. Her cries grew in pitch reaching into the inaudible range. Finally she leaned forward and froze in place, her mouth open in a silent cry as she steadied her forehead against my shoulder.

I slowed my pace and gently lowered her until she was resting on my lap again as she recovered, her breathing now punctuated with the soft, musical gasps I had grown to enjoy drawing from her. Mentally, I checked and set a marker several points below the magic level I had sensed; I wanted to give myself a small measure of warning in before she hit her threshold in case I wasn’t paying attention.

I kissed my sekirei then cradled her head back into my shoulder. She smiled wearily as I gently rocked her, softly whispering congratulatory words into her ear. Finally she got her breathing under control and lifted her head to look at mine. Her eyes seemed to have lost their light again, but they were still watery. Her smile had disappeared.

“Shirou-sama,” she whispered petulantly, “I don’t... I don’t feel any different.” Her face fell. "Did it not work?"

I stared at her, confused for a moment, before my brain caught up. I barked out a short laugh and hugged her again. “Oh, my little sekirei,” I said as her eyes widened.

“...We aren’t done quite yet.”

*****

“Ah?” she asked, wide eyed.

It was a sign of how close I had let the snow woman get that I was able to interpret her single-word sentences. I did feel a little bad that she was operating under a false pretense. Unfortunately -- or fortunately -- for my sekirei, as long as time was available I strongly believed in trial runs before the main event.

I told her as much and she closed her eyes while she digested this new information silently. Finally she looked at me again and I nearly flinched at what I saw.

“Again?” she whispered.

“Third time is the charm,” I whispered back, grinning.

She fell silent again as she considered that. Then she clasped an arm around my neck and shifted her hips a bit to give her feet purchase on the ground. I groaned as she wiggled around, I was still buried in her and it took all of my control not to immediately grab her and start up again. I wanted to wait until she was ready.

“Shirou-sama,” she whispered. She shook her head and placed her hand against my cheek. “No, Ashikabi-sama,” she intoned clearly.

I started at the feel of that hand warmly caressing my face. This was my unofficial first sekirei? My sekirei who had always done her best to show her devotion to me by following my every command to the exact letter; who almost never took the initiative in anything for fear of overstepping her bounds and drawing her master’s ire?

“I am Akitsu,” she intoned, as if answering my unspoken question. Then she leaned in to seize my lips in a searing kiss.

I choked back a groan as she began to move her hips in a wicked, mind-blowing rhythm, her face locked onto mine. “Formerly Sekirei Zero-Seven.” She smiled, a soft smile that made her look positively radiant.

And her eyes were molten.

All conscious thought left me as my sekirei shifted her hips to set her own, furious pace. Automatically I moved my arms across her body, grasping at her flanks, at her chest. Pulling her into me for a series of lip locking that left us both gasping for breath. I nibbled across her jaw line to seek out her pulse point once more, but she surprised me when she suddenly returned the favor against my shoulder.

Her arms had slid beneath the hem of my shirt to begin her own explorations, one tracing their way across the scars stitching my back while the other caressed my own naked chest. A jolt shot through me as she tweaked at my own nipples, but it had less to do with the act itself and more at the thought of my sekirei finally acting out on her own.

The thought made me grin possessively as my own wandering arms pinched and poked at her to start her gasping again. Breasts, buttocks, and everything in between was a target as I did everything I could to make the snow woman squirm in my arms. My hips matched hers movement for movement, thrusting in counterpoint to her own.

I stared in fascination as she cautiously drew her fingers down across my abdomen, trailing unerringly to where we were joined. I smiled when her eyes flew to mine as I reached down to cover her hand with my own, forcing her fingers to split around myself and pressing her palm against her button. Each thrust that drew our bodies together also pressed our hands harder into that bundle of nerves, and soon those deliciously musical moans could be heard once again.

Suddenly, a sensation not unlike a musical chime went off in the back of my head. The mental marker I had set in place earlier was reminding me of my duties and I released several mental and magical blocks I had placed on myself before we had begun.

Raw pleasure flooded through me as I let myself finally, fully take in the experience. The way our chests rubbed against each other as we breathed and shifted. The musical gasps and moans I was starting to love growing in volume against my ear. The sheer friction of our bodies joined at the hip. The trembling of my sekirei’s hands as I pulled them away from our joining and wrapped them around my sides. The smooth pressure as her legs moved on their own to cross against my back.

I leaned away from my sekirei for a moment, causing her to lift her head and follow suit. We stared at each other for a heartbeat. Eyes of heated steel locked onto eyes of fiery ice. The moment passed and we crashed our lips together as I shifted slightly, changing the angle of my penetration and charging in with one long, forceful stroke.

Akitsu broke the kiss, arching her head back as her whole body pressed into mine. A loud moan as sweet as a bird’s song tore itself from her throat as she sang her completion into the air. The scent of ice consumed my senses and the temperature around us dropped by several degrees, making us acutely aware of the heat between our bodies. She grabbed at me with bone-crushing force as she sought to remove any scrap of air between us. Her whole body trembled and quivered around mine, bringing my own body over the edge as I simultaneously tapped into my magic and let it flow out with my seed.

I didn’t even have to trace it. Immediately the crest on her forehead lit up as it absorbed more prana than it could handle. Without her own magic to absorb the excess energy and dissipate the extra heat, the ethereal circuits that made up the construct broke down and shattered. As the crest flared into incandescence and vanished, the remaining flow of my magic coursed their way through my sekirei’s body and coalesced into her back. Her own powers, now recovered from her release, accepted the overflow and radiated it in the manner that years of evolution had taught her species to do so.

Twin crystal wings erupted from her shoulder blades, each a delicate snowflake of interlocking ice that shed minute shards as they fluttered gently. A portion of the power had gone into tracing out her new, true sekirei crest between the base of her wings. The remaining power, easily several times what I had set my marker to, burst into existence as the unique characteristics of the Sekirei race took my small share of magic and amplified it. The air immediately around us remained the same, but a small circle of frost around us transcribed a boundary where the temperature in the air beyond had fallen and flash-frozen.

My sekirei’s cries had trailed off, her head still angled towards the ceiling. Her eyes were wide as she glanced around the room, then over her shoulders as the pair of ice wings gently curved around into view. A small sob escaped her as she straightened and released me, cautiously reaching out a hand to tenderly stroke her wing tips. Her expression was slightly stricken, as if afraid she was in a dream, afraid that if she woke up her wings would shatter and vanish into memory. A few more moments and she placed her whole hand against one to press firmly against it. Her eyes were wide as she stroked it, her expression softening as she confirmed her new reality.

Finally she looked back at me, and both wing tips curled forward to brush against me. She flinched slightly as she felt whatever sensations the act brought her and tears welled up in her eyes as I reach up with my arm and ran a finger over the crystal. I met her stare with my own, a satisfied, proud smile on my face as if to say, "Yes, this is real."

Another choked out sob escaped her as she flung her arms around me, briefly letting her wings enshroud us both before they were dismissed with a puff of cold air. I smiled as she caressed my face with both of her hands and kissed me soundly, then pressed her head and arms into my chest. I cradled her gently as she cried against me, softly stroking my fingers across her newfound status symbol.

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“And now I am truly yours, Ashikabi-sama,” she whispered, smiling even as the tears fell down her cheeks.

“Forever and ever.”

*****

答えのないパズル解いて

I solve a puzzle with no answer

階段を一つ登って

I climb a single flight of stairs

少し高い目線に　何が移る？

If I gaze even higher, what do I see from up here?

初めて枝から飛び立つ小鳥のように胸を張って

I stand as proudly as a chick taking its first flight from the branch

震えながら　揺れながらも　羽ばたこう

Trembling and shaking, I spread my wings and fly.

- “Wing My Way” KOTOKO

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OMAKE:

Turtle necked shirts.

Long-sleeved turtle necked shirts.

Long-sleeved, turtle necked shirts and a vest.

...

Screw it. I need to buy some body armor to use for reinforcement.

ow... my ribs...

*****

A/N - Thanks to Gabriel Blessing for his work on "In Flight" (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6556187/1/In_Flight) and making a compelling retake on the Sekirei story. Double thanks for making the irresistible scene in chapter 23 and making alot of people happy. This is the first piece of fanfiction I've written in almost a decade, so I hope it was still met the majority of your tastes. Don't be too hard on me if it's not!

Edit - Some of you have already noticed and mentioned it, but I reference a scenario from the Fate-route in F:SN. According to Word of God, "In Flight" uses UBW for its source material. Just letting you know I hear you and I hit myself for that oversight, but at the same time I do not have any plans to go back and fix it. Thanks for your sharp eyes though!
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