Amu: 16

Ikuto: 19

Tadase: 17

Utau: 17

Aruto: 38

Souko: 34

Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara Peach Pit does.

.::. My Lover Complex .::.

The music blared loud against the pinkette's ears as the adrenaline from dancing never ended. Her steps were rather in tune with the rhythm; slow and sexy. Many men had just stopped and stared at the goddess with the low cut top that only left with imagination. Her jeans fitted around her lower frame perfectly, outlining the firm ass and defined thighs and hips. The sweat that shone off her skin just made her more erotic and very hard to resist.

Amu Hinamori knew she was in a lot of trouble. Only sixteen and she was at a nightclub, preferably with men and woman over the age of twenty. But it wasn't her fault the security misjudged her for a woman over the age of eighteen. To her, it was sheer luck.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, she thought as a pair of grey eyes stared her down, not at all ashamed in making faces of a horny teen. Yuki, one of the security guards noticed her almost immediately. And since this was, after all the Tsukiyomi's club, he'd allowed her access. Being the girlfriend of an extremely powerful man's son could really have their benefits.

"Hey sexy," came a voice really deep and thick as he placed his drunken hands on her bare waist. "Why don't we continue this dancing session in the back of my car? I'd love to watch and enjoy a good show—"

Her elbow jabbed him on the side of his rib as her knee made in contact with his crotch thereafter. Smiling sweetly at the man's pain, she continued to sway and dance as if nothing happened, letting the crowed sweep her in the dance floor.

No wonder my mother always told me to wait until I'm eighteen, she thought as a bunch of random but super cute girls came up to dance next to her, smiling and giggling along the way. Amu, just having one of the best times of her life, danced with them, not caring if she knew or well, exactly acknowledged their names.

As she went under the arm of one of the girls laughing tremendously, someone linked their fingers in hers and yanked her towards their body. Startled, Amu tried and unsuccessfully to rip herself away from the person. Their body was hot against hers; the skin soft but dangerously intoxicating. She had familiarize this scent for some time now, and soon her body relaxed as whoever had her within their grasp, turned her around so her back was towards their torso.

The girls that were previously dancing with her giggled at the sight, a few squealing as they trotted away. Amu became perplexed about the situation she was in. Of course, she wouldn't expect any girl trying to help her out if someone wanted to take her out back.

However, that all soon disappeared as lips touched her ear. The man, Amu had noticed, didn't grip her waist as most men do around here. No, the way he held her was very personal, passionate, almost like he was being gentle but as the same time told others that she was taken like property that was priceless and valued extremely carefully. There was only one person who she could think of would treat her like that.

His lips parted as his breath blew against her ear, gently at first until the air and sound formed words. "Amu," was all it said.

The smile she had on her face transformed to her a shy one as she bit her lip to stop giggles. She gripped his hands with hers and they continued to sway to the music. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder, her hands now flying high towards the ceiling.

"I'm guessing Yuki called you." Amu mumbled out load as one of his hands reached to grab one of hers in his. He spun her around until her front was facing his. Her heart stopped and dropped as butterflies—no, dragons—began fluttering in her stomach. She reached a hand to his face, as his sapphire eyes closed in content.

"Amu," was all he whispered as she leaned in closer to him. Her lips gently parted as he leaned forward, both encircled in their own little world, as their lips touched. A spark flew which made the pinkette weak against his arms. How long has it been since the last kiss?

Amu's hands reached around his neck, making their kiss deeper. His tongue darted in, tasting her as he groaned in endorsement. A sigh escaped her just opened lips, not caring who's watching their little make-out-with-French-kissing session.

His hands lowered themselves down to her waist, pulling her against him as more than one guy tried to get a grip on her ass themselves. Pulling away from the kiss, the possessive man glared at whoever dared touch his girl. Amu couldn't help but shudder as his breath tickled her bare neck.

A satisfying sigh left Amu, as the man's lips kissed her sweet strawberry skin. "It looks like you found me... again. Next time it won't be that easy," she whimpered as one of his arms came around to cage her back. She pulled back gently and gripped his face in her hands, allowing both to see each other. She scanned his face, memorizing his now different but sharp and cunning expression. "Hi, Ikuto."

Even with her heals on, she was a tad bit shorter than him. As he looked down at her, his own sapphire eyes drinking her in, Ikuto Tsukiyomi bit his lower lip as he glazed down to her own plump kissable pink jewel ones. "Come back home with me," was all he said as he once again kissed her.

Amu, dazed by her experienced lover giggled as he planted a kiss that took her breath away. She was close—close to accepting what he offered, until the selfish and complex part of her argued otherwise.

"Come home, Amu," Ikuto whispered against her lips, his eyes blazing with fire and a whole lot more love and awe. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered for her own ears only, "I want you back home with me. I miss you."

"How much do you miss me?"

There was a flash of white, but neither seem to notice. Ikuto's trademark smirk came into view, leaving Amu skeptical and dizzy all at the same time. "How about we get out of here and I'll show you how much I miss you."

Amu bit her tongue as another flash came and went. She became a bit uneasy then, seeing the look of determination in his eyes made her nervous and a little bit intimidating. Leaning in towards Ikuto, she whispered, "can we talk about this somewhere a bit more um...privet?"

Her breath sent tremors of goosebumps along his skin. Swallowing, her pulled her with him as they made their way to Ikuto's V.I.P section. The white flashes barely survived the crowded place. They were only a few metres away from their destination, but this was the moment Amu had to flee. Leaning in to his ear once more making him stop, she unhooked his hands, laced them gently with her own as she could all but whisper. "I miss you too and I'll never stop loving you." She felt him smile against her cheek. "But I'm not ready." Instantly, the smile dropped, his fingers tensed in hers.

"The last time I caught you, you said to give you time. It's been three goddamned awful months without you, Amu. When are you going to come back?"

"Just give me time," she murmured just as another song blared through the speakers.

Ikuto laughed without humour, snatching his hands away from hers just to wrap themselves around her figure, pulling her to him. "You are a complicating woman, love."

"I don't find you any what different."

Pulling back slightly, Ikuto laced a lock of her pink hair behind her ear. "Your hair grew longer," he said to no one in particular. "It got silkier. And so has your skin." Ikuto's hands slide up to her naked back and under her shirt, his fingers touching the edge of her bra. She sighed against him, as his hot skin went underneath the strap.

"Ikuto. Stop it." But she knew it was effortless to try and peal him away from her. He didn't even seem to hear her.

"Why don't we get out of here and get complicated together? At least for just this night."

Looking at him with wavering eyes, she could almost see how sincere his words were. She opened her mouth to agree; her body yearning for his touch, the smell of his scent, the caressing of his hands against her fragile skin. All of it. All of him! Again, the temptation to just be with him surged through her mind as Ikuto waited patiently for her answer. Well, not patiently enough, she thought as he gripped her apple bottom through her jeans.

Sighing she shook her head. "Goodbye Ikuto." She tried and failed to get rid of his arms around her. They only tightened and so did his voice.

"Can't you see what you're doing to me?" He growled out, locking his eyes with her honey orbs. "Three months without you Amu. Five in total if you count our family."

"Our?" she all but pantingly sighed out.

He nodded. "Our family. Utau, Tadase, Aruto, Souko. Me," he gave her a half smile. "We want you home with us again. What is it going to take for you to just give in?"

"Time," was her quick reply.

He growled; like a possessive being he growled. "Time for what?"

"Just time Ikuto! You can't expect me to walk right back into your house. Not after what I did."

"Our," he corrected calmly. "Our house."

She shook her head. "We're not married you nutcase."

The smirk she loved but hated, painted on his face. "Want me to change that?"

Her cheeks warmed with crimson, unlike the burning sensation on her complexion it embarrassed her so she looked away. "Don't joke with me, Tsukiyomi."

"Who said anything about joking?"

Her head whipped back to his, her eyes wide as she noticed the texture of his eyes. There was light in it, shinning like those stars you see late at night.

Ikuto moved closer to her face, but Amu could only stay still. "Marry me, Amu."

She was so embarrassed beyond her capability. This wasn't what she had hoped for. "I'm only sixteen!" She gasped out, not knowing what else to say.

But it was like she never said anything at all. "I want you to come back home with me, and I'll do it in any way, shape and form."

She lowered her eyes, almost making them squint in annoyance."You're more of a nutcase then you ever were."

"Well then I blame you for that. Maybe you should've thought about the damage you'd cause before leaving. Besides, I haven't given you your punishment yet."

Amu's eyebrow arched. "Punishment? What are we, in an anime? Really Ikuto?" Ikuto only rolled his eyes by the time Amu continued. "And for what for?"

He looked aghast at her, like she told him she forgotten his name. "For leaving straight after we made love! Finding you gone the next morning really broke my heart. It shattered me to the core until it showed when I started crying because of you."

This time, she relaxed in his arms aware of what he meant. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against his chest. "I'm sorry I did that to you, but you know my reason's. I told you this three months ago. No, Ikuto. As much as it pains me to say it I'm just not ready."

They stood there amongst the crowd, embracing each other like two love birds would do when one confesses their love in a really cheesy movie, until finally Amu began to push away.

"No." His voice, muffled in her hair. "Don't leave me again."

Just a little more, and she was going to give in. That's not what she wanted. "Ikuto, let me go."

"But I caught you," he argued. "I once found you and then caught you, but in the end I had to let you go. Not again. I'm not letting you go again."

"First of all, you cheated."

Ikuto looked like she slapped him. "I did not!"

"Yes you did! Yuki called you."

Ikuto's eyes frowned until they suddenly relaxed, making it look like he was about to cry. "He did no such thing." This startled Amu just as much as his sudden kiss that made her back arch. All in all, she kissed him back just as much, enjoying the feeling. When his hand touched her ass, her eyes snapped open and with all her strength she pushed him away. Just like the first time when we met.

Before he got to say anything, she ran to the exit, pushing people away without hurting them as best as she could. Adrenaline of being caught again made her go faster, as Ikuto's voice was not so far behind.

"Hey Amu! Amu, come back—watch where you're going asshole!" Amu couldn't help but laugh out loud as the exit door shone on her like a flash light. Sighing in relief, she ran with heals to only be stopped by a hand. It pulled her against a body. A body that she had touched.

"Ikuto, let go," she growled. She looked up at him as he looked down at her, his eyes scrunching and analysing for what felt like forever. Regretfully on his department, he released her in both annoyance and sadness but took her hands instead.

"Can't you at least give me a goodbye kiss?" He suddenly asked, pouting his tasty lips which made his eyes look bigger, bolder and more beautiful. She didn't move. She only watched him. And then he did the unexpected. He released her grip. "Or not, up to you."

Feeling awful, she leaned up and placed her lips at the corner of his mouth but in the end of course, leading to his lips. Slowly disintegrating herself from him, she gave him a wink and proceeded to walk out with her delicious hips swaying with those tight jeans and low cut top. Ikuto watched her as she left, already his heart tugging for her body.

"Bye girlfriend," he all but mumbled to himself. Sighing, he watched as the door closed behind her before reaching for his phone. He did a quick text to Utau.

She left. Again. –Ikuto.

A girl with a tight black dress came strutting her way towards him, swaying her hips against his crotch. Not feeling aroused, he just simply walked away leaving the girl.

His phone vibrated.

Well I did say she might leave didn't I? –Utau.

Scoffing, he replied, walking towards the V.I.P section.

You said she'd might be here not 'might leave'. –Ikuto.

Grabbing his keys from a secured box, he made his way towards the exit, eager to get out of there and go home. If it was a day where Amu never entangled her life with his, he'd have a blast, have a bit of sex here and there, drink till he's waisted and just be an idiot. Fortunately that has all changed.

She changed him.

Once again, his phone buzzed just as the cold air hit his face like a bucket of ice.

A deal's a deal. You promised that if I help you, you'd help me. See you when you get back home. –Utau.

Promises, he thought to himself as he got into his car. It just never ends.

"Amu," he whispered to himself as he saw her grab a taxi. "Just you wait and see." Because there are a lot of promises I'm planning to come true.

A/N: First chapter of the sequel...how'd it go?

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