The tiny shot glasses downed in the heavy night, slowly would drive this pinkette into crazed delirium. Her head spun, alcohol pervading her body as she continued to party to the wee hours of the night, gaming with Meiko. At about two a.m. in the morning, the pinkette showed a very drunk, half naked woman out of her door to the apartments nearby, herself collapsing in a very unglamorous heap on the floor.

The door creaked open a fraction as the purple haired man stepped in, his hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail and glasses perched on his nose. Having had a long day at work, he was surprised instead to find his tuna loving wife sprawled over the floor, virtually naked save for the pair of purple lacy panties that were angled off her body in such a way that made him blush from head to toe.

"Kami…" he muttered, picking her off the floor and settling her in their bed. Her body reeked of alcohol, and he could tell who else had been here from the disaster left in the living room. She stirred slightly, waking the slightest bit to murmur his name before dropping back to sleep, dead as a doornail.

The only thing he had no control over though, was the fact that his hand was wet as he carried her, her underwear being sopping wet. He wondered then, to himself what dreams perhaps she was having, as she tossed and turned in the bed. Perhaps, if he could be so bold to venture a try, a guess? He pulled down the pair of underwear with a long slim finger and put that said digit to her clit, rubbing it and stimulating it.

She let out a soft moan of approval.

Further emboldened by his wife's cry, he shed his inhibitions and his dress shirt and pants, with the only barrier separating them being his own underwear…which was being pulled down by a milky white foot attached to a leg…

"Luka."

His gasp was barely audible as he gave into lust, grunting in satisfaction, entering his wife whole.

Her arms wrapped instinctively around his neck, a dance they had long had known since the day they joined in holy union as one, the day he had broken her maidenhood. He rocked against her in practiced motion, her legs wrapped around his taut, muscled body. Pink nails raked down the toned back of her husband, his opulent eyes boring into hers, the flush on their bodies evident as they crashed together. A night-time tryst was but a quick one with no foreplay, but the world-weary man intended to make this heaven last for as long as possible.

He pulled out of her body, reducing in speed of his thrusts as her blue eyes searched his and begged him for more, her screams loud as his wicked tongue raked it's path down her body before he slammed right back into her, tasting her sweat and scent on his tongue.

Luka's legs willingly spread like his prostitute, they moaned and screamed as the friction drove them over into a blinding finish, with their juices coursing over themselves and the scent of both mingling, the early morning sun but a crack over the horizon as the early birds chirped and the two lovebirds drifted off to sleep together.

The next day at the pizzeria over dinner, the Vocaloids, especially the youngest two, Kagamine Rin and Len, were pretty sure they had heard Luka scream the apartment building down, they swore. And in a strange twist of events, everyone was wondering what had gone on that night, but it was left to the lies of tuna and eggplant cooking and their absolutely mad imaginations…