Skip Beat! is by Nakamura Yoshiki
December 25th
Hot. Wet. Tight.
He bit the juncture between her neck and shoulder even as he thrust harder into her yielding warmth, opening her legs wider to welcome his almost brutal assault.
She panted against his temple, her breath reeked of alcohol, her nails digging into his shoulders as she angled her body just so, begging him to move faster, urging him to delve deeper.
"Harder, Oh- Aa~ah! Yes!" she whimpered lustily against him, straining her hips to meet his. "Fuck me, Shou-cha-!"
Her words and her breath were abruptly cut-off by his hand, tight across her mouth. He looked up to glare into her frightened dark brown eyes, just above the edge of his hand.
"Shut up." He sneered into her face, words forced against gritted teeth, "And don't ever call me 'Shou-chan'."
She nodded mutely and proceeded to grind her pelvis against his, soothing his temper and fanning his lust.
Shou closed his eyes... and Kyouko was there, looking up at him with her golden eyes, telling him that she would love him forever.
"Awww, fuck."
He cursed under his breath as he fumbled with his keys to find the right one for his apartment.
He was piss-ass drunk, but he'd be damned if he was going to let the chauffeur haul his ass up to his apartment and tell the press about it. Hence, he soldiered on and managed to haul his own drunken ass out of the limo, into the elevator and finally, in front of his door. Now, if he could just get the right key into the lock...
The Akatoki Christmas after-party, held in a reserved bar in Shibuya, was a blast. Free flowing booze and women - he was admittedly more drunk on the latter than the former. Judging by the dark look on Shouko-san's face when she walked in on him, balls deep inside a panting gravure model he had against the wall in some dark private corner of the club, she was none too happy about it either.
"What about Kyoko-chan?"
"What about her?" he returned, watching her frown at his futile attempt at nonchalance.
"Shou, I thought you-"
"Well, you thought wrong!" he spat vehemently, the memory of the shining ring on Kyouko's finger had him clenching his teeth. "And, apparently, so did I."
He snorted at the sound of the bolt sliding back to release the lock as he finally managed to open the door.
"Honeeey, I'm hooome~!" he slurred, frowning at the resounding echo of his voice. The door automatically closed behind him with a soft click, leaving him in total darkness. He blindly slapped at the wall and eventually chanced upon the switch. Under the soft glow of the pin lights, he noticed - not for the first time in the past year - how the place felt like anything but home.
He stumbled out of the foyer over floorboards that seemed to be lurching under his feet with every step. He made it past the living room, narrowly missing a vase sitting on a side table on the way to the kitchen. The cold blast of air from the refrigerator sobered him a bit - not good. He did not want sobriety, he needed to get drunk again. Drunk enough to stop caring; wasted enough to stop feeling guilty for fucking around.
He glared blearily at the sparse content of his fridge, grabbed the six-pack and made his way back to the living room. The beer cans hit the top of the coffee table with a dull thunk as he crashed on the couch. He opened a can and took a deep draught, ignoring the fizz tickling his throat as he unconsciously took a visual inventory of his apartment: his entertainment system, bordered by his extensive CD and DVD collection, took up the entire far wall; numerous framed disks and awards lined the adjacent wall - testament to his musical genius; his two new guitars were mounted on their racks, proudly on display.
Funny how a cramped one-room apartment could feel so goddamn empty.
He realized that it had been that way since Kyouko walked out on him after that disastrous falling-out. He did a great job of convincing himself that it didn't matter - that she didn't matter. It figured that she would eventually get around to thinking that he never mattered, either - he just didn't figure it would hurt. There were just too many hurtful words and memories between them, the only thing he could do was incite her anger just to ensure that he still held a place in her heart; pathetic, really.
In the end, she finally got tired of it all and just decided to forgive him. Only Kyouko was capable of inducing thoughtless cruelty with such thoughtful kindness.
He didn't want her goddamn forgiveness! He wanted her to strike him down and exact vengeance for all the things he had ever done. He sounded like a fucking masochist - if that was what it took to justify his atonement and prove himself to be worthy of her, then so be it.
But she never even gave him that chance.
He guzzled down the rest of his beer and popped open a new one. He wanted to laugh at the irony of it all, praying that he pass out before he gave into the indignity of crying.
Shou blearily watched the twinkling lights outside his window as he listened to his next-door neighbors play 70s christmas carols, all while he drunkenly crooned a birthday song.
~ 1/3 ~
My first drabble set for Skip Beat. This scene had been languishing on my laptop for almost half a year now, it didn't really fit in the previous story I was writing, so I had to dump it somewhere. Since I actually have time on my hands at the moment, I finally decided to flesh it out.