Title: I Love You (the way i don't know you love me)
Fandom: Ao no Exorcist
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Okumura Yukio, Shura, Okumura Rin/YukioShura,RinYukio
Word(s): 626/740/670/
Genre(s): angst, romance
Rating : NC-17 (for sex, incest, homosexuality, etc, etc)
A/N: Waiting with nothing but caramel machiato and eclair actually gave me torrent of ideas. I don't know where did this come from, but i do know i seem to be incapable of writing fluff, ever. I write this while listening to Ellie Goulding songs, particulary Everytime You Go, Your Biggest Mistake, you should try to listen to her songs too, they're gorgeous. You here is Yukio while her is Shura, if it's not obvious enough.

Move, move closer, maybe you are right or you're wrong

"Are you happy?" she asks.

You keep your eyes resolutely over the room, tracking down your clothes instead of answering her. You're not actually sure you're going to find your clothes in the same condition before both of you are consumed with lust. You vividly recall how you tore her bras and the way she ripped your shirt that some buttons flew.

The shirt is the first one you find, lying atop the table over piles of books. Your black pants are next, under the table, her clothes are not far beyond.

When you shift your weight off, the bed creaks under you. You walk to the table, gingerly picking your shirt and checking it over. Three of five buttons are missing, you glance around and see them near the bed, you can just stich them back later. Your pants are in better condition, so is hers. But her bra is completely ruined.

"Sorry," you say as you toss the garments to her. She catches them with swift grace but makes no move in putting it back on. In fact, she has not make any attempt to cover herself; it's as if she's letting you to enjoy her delectable breasts. This isn't the first time you see them so it doesn't matter. You've seen it multiple times, have taste it with your tongue, have touched it with your fingers, have feel it on your own chest, have weighed it under your palm.

Not only her ample breast, you have memorized each and every single plane of her body, you've known how her muscle flexes under her skin, you have known the feel of her skin under your touch, you have known the way to make her writhes in pleasure, you have known her sensitive areas,

You've fucked her senseless. Countless and multiple times before.

Her breasts jiggle when she lies back on the bed, spreading her hands as if she's crucified. Her red hair splayed on the stark-white sheet like a pool of blood. You feel something below stir awake but you have already put your pants back on and one single glance at the clock tell you if you spent more time here, enjoying her blindingly delicious taste, you both will be late for work.

Her taste, yes, they're truly addicting. The heat is so intense, it's always overwhelming when you make out with her. Each and every movements, each and every sounds, they wake the beast inside of you. Raw energy course through your body as you entered her and she will claw your back, leaving marks as she moans in ecstasy. The pleasure is unbearable and both of you can last for rounds until your cock is numb and she laugh while saying she can't feel her pussy anymore.

"Are you happy?" she asks again, absentmindedly gazing at the ceiling.

You want to say yes, you are, because no one had given you so much pleasure like this. But then you look into the mirror and you find a pair of blue eyes gazing at you. They're your own eyes but they're not. The reflection on the mirror is you but at the same time, it's someone else. Your body goes numb, you can feel someone clenching your heart that you cannot breathe.

"Scaredy-cat four eyes," she calls. You put your glasses back and turns to look at her. Raw and nude on her bed, her eyes steadily looking at you, "are you happy?"

It is the third time she asks you this morning, it is the hundredth time she asks you since you two started making out.

"I don't know," you finally answer.

You're not looking at her but you can tell she's rolling her eyes and says, "of course you don't."