Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice for the last time, thanks.

"I can't stop the way I feel for you."
-Unknown

He watched her glide across the room, greeting each person she came in contact with whilst exchanging a few words. Knowing how to communicate, she was chosen to succeed the customers in excess of to expand their company further. Unlike her, he kept to himself –quiet and cold, despising everyone that came his way.

His crimson orbs were transfixed wholly on her; the satin ivory skin, hazel pools framed by thick lashes, full Sakura lips and the sleek slim silhouette was all that drove him wild. His breath came out heavily, not knowing he had held it since he tailed her a while ago. She grabbed a champagne glass, taking a slight sip – enduring the golden flavor that unpleasantly poked her taste buds – he noticed. It was only for a show he knew for a fact; perceptive that she would never drink those kinds. She bowed her head at a couple before making her ways towards him, flashing a small eloquent smile, making his bottled up feelings suddenly unravel.

Wrong move.

Very wrong move.

He detached himself away from the black marbled wall, which he was leaning on – arms crossed and foot propped up on it, a desirous and determined expression replacing his bored one. He seized her wrist with half effort and towed her along with her stuttering to know what was wrong as she stumbled behind him. Guests happily chirping, they didn't find anything out of the ordinary, thinking it was just some business talk that needed to be shared in private when they ascended the stairs, to the master bedroom.

"H-hey, hey!" she called, receiving no response from him, which got her irritated. "Do you need something or what? I need to accompany the customers to win their favor of our corporation, but I can't do that with you pulling me in here without a perfectly reasonable explanation." The door clicked shut and she withdrew her hand harshly away from him, only to have him tighten the grasp.

A smirk etched upon his flawless features, making him all the more attractive in a badass manner, which never failed to capture anyone who was not immune to such charms. He pinned her against the cold crystal door, their proximity not even measurable since every part of their body compressed against each other. There was a difference in her breathing, more out of breath and fast paced along with her cheeks that were smeared with crimson blush, which made him inwardly grin in delight. "As a matter I do need something," he whispered silkily with the right amount of deepness, "and who cares about them when you've already won me over."

Her eyes widened in bewilderment when he tilted her chin and locked lips with her, his mouth moving urgently. She draped her arms around his neck to hold; legs suddenly weak as baskets of butterflies were released out in a rush in the pit of her stomach. Involuntarily, her lids closed, unexpectedly wrapped up in the foreign sensation with his lips against hers. He held her closer around the waist, pressing her tighter for he enjoyed the feeling of her touch. He bit her bottom lip for an entrance, but instead, she bit him back with a little more might than he, clearly confused, which he found amusing, a smile reflecting back on that emotion through the kiss. Instead of the door, he moved her in the direction of the bed; both of them tumbled onto the soft mattress, the action getting more intense. Her were fingers tangled through his jet black messy hair from tousling it.

Using another method, he licked the place where he bit her and her lips parted, a startled gasp leaving her mouth. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth, from the mango iced tea to the champagne, leaving none untouched.

Goosebumps formed, chilled by the thought that they were doing what they were doing, and hearts were sporadic, stunned, yet excited. His right hand trailed down to her black tunic dress that ended at her mid thighs, fingers stroking across her smooth skin. She pushed his head back, and he broke apart from her, both exhaling and inhaling rapidly. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," she murmured, blushing furiously. And as if the next words in her throat burned her, she choked, "We're siblings."

He looked away and glared, the last two words repeating in his head like a broken tape recorder. His face was flushed – he knew, the boiled blood lingering, something he couldn't hide. In his mind, he was cussing continuously at himself for acting so rash, without thinking – it was just an adrenaline rush – he couldn't stop. "Screw that," he muttered, his orbs intensely burning into hers. "You're not satisfyingly doing your job to company me, how do you expect yourself to do well with others?" He leaned for her scarlet lips, his brushing against hers, but not enclosed, hot breath trailing every word he whispered, "Prove to me that you're right for this position, and I'll let you go."

"You're thinking naughty thoughts, brother," she remarked alluringly, eyes focused on his mouth. Her hands went under his pastel shirt, roaming past his hard stomach, towards his chest, and her hazel orbs never left his crimson shards. Appearing to stay firm, it was already noticeable that his heart was not where it was with a façade that shattered. His exhalation came out prolonged and shagged as he swallowed loudly.

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Miss Dorks;; So, I was looking through my files, and came across this itty bitty piece of sexy incest, inspired scene I wrote last summer in China. Anyway, this is how far my imagination got and I'll let the rest of you picture the rest. Or maybe I'll be generous enough to continue, but that comes with a price. Leave me a review? You know you want to~

Update? : Simply Business? I haven't stopped writing it, don't worry. But writers block, what to do? I just can't seem to complete this one part. I hope you're patient, guys. Thanks.