Disclaimer: Don't own Karneval.

A/N: I should really stop starting so many WIP fics, but when a plotbunny is born you just gotta raise it! Important note, this is a LEMON, pure and simple.

It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

The Killers - Mr. Brightside

It all began on her birthday. Not just any birthday though; it was her 18th, the one milestone in her life in which she took her first step into the world as an adult.

"We need to celebrate this occasion with a party; the bigger the better!" Iva exclaimed.

"But Iva, we always hold a small celebration for birthdays. Why would this be any different?" Tsukumo asked.

Iva shook her head good-naturedly at the younger woman, "Because this is your eighteenth, Tsukumo! You're now old enough to do all the things that adults do; drink, smoke, though I hope you don't pick up on that nasty habit, and maybe find a boyfriend," she hinted at her suggestively. "Besides I'm sure Hirato would approve."

"Hirato would approve of me drinking, smoking, and finding a boyfriend?"

Iva barked out a laugh, "I meant the party, silly Tsukumo! Although I don't think he'll disapprove if you found a lover. You need someone your own age. I know you grew up with him, but he's too old for you that I doubt he'd be able to keep up." The older woman teased and laughed at her own private joke. A light dusting of pink graced Tsukumo's cheeks. She may be oblivious in some areas, but the more she matured the more she understood about an adult's life and the innuendo wasn't missed on her.

"If you say so, Iva," she agreed and let the subject drop.

With the help of Yogi, Gareki, and Nai, they had organized and thrown her a big birthday bash, and even invited the crew of Circus' First Ship to attend the festivities. The party was in full swing with everyone enjoying themselves.

In the birthday girl's hand was her third - or was it her fourth? - red cocktail with swirls of orange. Tsukumo lost count of how many glasses she already had; it tasted sweet and fruity, and every sip she took gave a burst of warmth in her chest that spread outwards. She had the faint notion that she should probably hold back on the drinking, but Iva's words came back to her. It's not every day she celebrated becoming an adult and she should let loose to have some fun every once in a while.

Feeling overheated and a little light-headed, Tsukumo excused herself from the company of Iva and Jiki to find somewhere to cool her overly warm skin. She trailed her hand along the hallway wall, using it as support as she slightly wobbled on her feet. Her eyes drifted closed as she walked and bumped face first into something. She lost her balance and threatened to fall backwards, but an arm supporting around her waist stopped that from happening and braced her against the body that she bumped into.

"Tsukumo?"

The girl in question opened her eyes and stared into the deep violets of her captain.

"Hirato!" Heedless of anything around her, she threw her bare arms around his broad shoulders, barely able to lace her fingers together due to height constrictions and pulled herself closer. Breaking away from the impromptu hug she glanced up at his infinitely amused expression, "Today's my birthday!" She promptly informed him as if he didn't know what day it was. "And since it's my birthday I get to have one wish."

Intrigued at this never seen before side of the girl, Hirato couldn't help but tip his lips up in a smile as he humored her, "Hmm? And what would that be?"

Feeling bolder with the alcohol running through her veins she drew herself closer and grasped his black tie, tugging it until he accommodated her silent request to bend his head down. She rose on her tip toes and sweetly whispered one simple word in his ear, "You."

Hirato's body froze. Any trace of humor drained from his face. It was nothing more than a blank slate as he pulled back and took in the sight of the little blonde in his arms. Her cheeks were flushed with a heavy blush, her skin was warmer than usual, her eyes were somewhat glazed over, and a discrete sniff of her breath confirmed his suspicions. He heaved a sigh, "Tsukumo, you're drunk. Perhaps it's time to call an end to the party and put all good girls to bed."

Hearing the chiding tone in his voice as if he were her long-suffering guardian and she an unruly child, something within her snapped. Something that told her to make him finally see that she wasn't a child any longer – was never a child in the first place – and still holding onto his tie, she gave a mighty yank and captured his surprised lips with hers. The kiss lasted for all of three seconds before they broke away from each other, still pressed close together and breathing a little heavier than normal.

"Tsukumo, once again you're drunk and-" she cut him off.

"That doesn't matter!" A distant part of her brain marveled at her gall to be talking to her superior this way. No one cut off Hirato as he was speaking; absolutely no one. "I heard that alcohol brings out the truth in people and this is the truth. I want you, Hirato. I've always wanted you so please; will you please grant me this one wish?"

Gazing into those unwavering purple eyes that were a shade or two lighter than his, he saw a spark of something ignite within them. It was raw hunger, deep and intense with a touch of honesty, and it was directed solely on him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't fantasized about taking the svelte blonde to his bed. He did many a time and the only thing that halted him from doing such an action was her age, but now that she was at the age of consent nothing would bar him from completing that fantasy.

Hirato leaned in closer stopping a hair-breadth away from her pink lips, never breaking eye contact as he conveyed in all seriousness, "No regrets."

"Never." The word dropped from her mouth like a vow.

"Very well, now naughty girls need to be taught a lesson on how to properly treat their captains. I hope you weren't expecting to be resting much." The enigmatic smile was back on his face as his eyes gleamed with a predatory light. The faint taste of her kiss lingered on his lips; something fruity that vaguely resembled strawberries or mangoes. He craved for another sample and took her lips hungrily. Hands roamed and grappled each others clothing as they stumbled towards Hirato's room.

Tsukumo's first time was a haze of never ending passion. He was a vigorous lover, the complete opposite of what Iva predicted, as he wound her up like a tight coil ready to snap at any given time, making sure that she was on the cusp of release before drawing away and fanning the flames of desire into an uncontrollable wildfire all over again.

It was never an official rule that Circus members couldn't have romantic relations with each other, but it would be highly irregular for a superior to have relations with their own subordinate, however, Hirato and Tsukumo were ones who never left anything up to chance. They guarded their relationship by acting like there wasn't one outside the norm, but the prospect of stolen trysts in dark corners brought a risky thrill to their already passionate encounters; and so here she was now, bent over, hands braced against the wall, skirt hiked high around a thin waist and legs spread wide as a crafty tongue delved into her inner most depths. She tried desperately to stifle the short gasps of air and strangled moans slipping past her tightly pressed lips. A gloved hand wrapped around her thigh raised itself and slapped one cheek of her exposed buttocks in reprimand. The sharp sting brought another wave of arousal to drip onto the eagerly awaiting tongue, deftly collecting and savoring any stray driblet, not letting a single drop become wasted.

"You mustn't make any noise," he hotly breathed into her ear just before diving under her skirt.

Another moan broke free before she could stop it and as a result her other cheek was slapped harder than before as punishment. A steady pressure was building within her abdomen begging for sweet release, but before she could fall off that familiar precipice, the sinful heat of his tongue moved away leaving her cold and cheated. Soon enough though the press of his body loomed above her as his hands grasped her hips and he slowly pushed himself into her wet heat. She groaned low in her throat, but another smack to her rosy tinted cheeks made her jump back in surprise forcing even more of his girth into her.

"Now what did I say about making any noise?" His low voice lightly admonished her.

"To not to…" But it was a hard rule to follow when he filled her to the brim and he moved achingly slow, pulling out at a snail's pace and pushing back in just slightly rougher than the last. It forced her to feel every single inch of him, imprinting what his touch did to her so that she'd never forget.

"Good girl," he rumbled above her. His chest swelled in a darkly lit satisfaction at the sight she presented. Blonde hair shaking back and forth, derrière thrust high in the air, the skin blushing red, and her passion dripping down her milky white thighs. He gave shallow thrusts and his violet eyes turned a shade darker in amusement as he watched his little woman try to contain herself. She was so good at following his every order.

"Nnn… Hirato, please," she pleaded breathlessly. "We-we're going to be late for the meeting!" She looked at him over her shoulder wetting her parched lips and begging him with half-hooded lavender eyes to stop denying them both of the sweet pleasure.

Hirato bent over until his chest laid flat against her back, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist and the other braced along the wall. She could feel his deep chuckles rumbling through his chest. He moved his face close enough that his lips brushed the shell of her ear with every word he spoke, "Then I suppose we'll make this quick. Remember, not a sound, Tsukumo." Suddenly the short and shallow thrusts turned into unyielding sharp, fast strokes. Hirato set a hard and furious pace in a blink of an eye. Tsukumo was caught off guard releasing a torn cry that was abruptly cut off by burying her face in her arms.

The way he said her name, husky and almost dragging out each syllable, stoked the fire in her belly into a raging inferno. It was a warning and a promise all in one, and if she complied with his wishes then she'll be pleasantly rewarded.

Teeth latched onto her earlobe and gave a sharp nip in rebuke. The sting was soon soothed by a laving tongue and Hirato buried his face in the crook of her neck placing open mouthed kisses and suckling on the flesh. Tsukumo didn't know how much longer she could take Hirato's rough affections. Her legs shook badly trying to remain upright as each thrust sent her onto her tip toes. She wanted to moan, groan, scream, wail, just do about anything to voice her pleasure, but refrained from doing so knowing that Hirato wouldn't hesitate to stop his maddening pace and deny them both altogether. He was such a sadist that he didn't even bother to hide his true nature behind the polite façade of his at times.

The arm around her waist trailed down to rub the bundle of nerves at her center. He knew that they were both close to their release, her walls wouldn't stop contracting around him and his thrusts were getting jerkier by the second. Tsukumo's hair fell around her shoulders and back like a pale golden waterfall, and Hirato was tempted to wrap his hand around the thick mane of hair and pull back like a leash just to see what her reaction would be, but alas she was right and they really were going to be late if he stalled any longer. Maybe for another day, he wistfully thought.

Tsukumo's breath hitched as that coil broke and the tidal wave of her release washed upon her. She desperately bit into her sleeve to muffle any sounds. A few thrusts later and Hirato swiftly followed after her slumping a little, but never ceasing his fingers movements. Tsukumo tried to move away from his questing fingers. Her body was oversensitive and she raised her leg to kick him away, however, Hirato would have none of that. He took his hand that was resting against the wall, wrapped it around her leg that tried to assault him and lifted it up, spreading her even wider. The silky glide of his gloved fingers flitting back and forth, up and down, on her little button of joy quickly wound up that broken coil again.

"Cum for me, Tsukumo." Hirato huskily demanded. Unable to resist such a sinful order she willfully obeyed. Her second climax came swiftly and for a moment she swore that her vision tunneled until all she saw was white. Hirato's fingers slowed down their furious rubbing, but still brushed along her every once in a while sending hot sparks up and down her spine. They took a minute to regain their breathing and steady their heart rate before straightening up.

Hirato smoothly cleaned the both of them up and tenderly fixed Tsukumo's disarrayed clothing until not a crease was out of place while she quickly retied her hair back into their pigtails. They shared a tender look as Hirato cupped her cheek and placed a light kiss on her lips before guiding her out the door.

They took their seats and not a minute later the meeting began. Half of her attention was on the meeting while the other half was focused on her sore buttocks and well satisfied core. Her body still hummed with energy from the after affects. She discreetly glanced at Hirato out of the corner of her eyes and was irked that nothing seemed out of the ordinary with him. His mask was firmly in place and a dark craving to see him unravel by the seams by her own hands welled deep in her chest. A hungry light gleamed in her eyes. She hid a small wolfish smile by pretending to cough into her hand when he slid his eyes over to her for a fraction of a second.

I'm going to break that mask, Hirato. You just wait.

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