Author's Note: I'm bringing this story back from the dead! :D

I've gone back through and removed all/most of the Japanese honorifics in the names. It's a personal preference. If I start using the honorifics, next thing you know, I'm throwing in words, phrases, whole sentences...and I think you'd rather I wrote this story in English, not in Japanese, haha.

I hope you enjoy it anyways!

"Hino."

Kahoko stopped in her tracks, turning toward the car that had pulled over to the curb. "Yu-Yunoki?"

The window rolled down slowly and she flushed as his eyes flicked up and down, examining her. "Are you busy today? I know it's Friday, but surely there's nothing of great consequence on your schedule. Am I correct?"

She blushed deeper. She hated his eloquence and the condescending way that he spoke to her.

With a click the car door opened, and before she could protest, a strong arm pulled her into the car and reached over her to shut the door. Yunoki gestured for the driver to continue, and the car started forward again.

Kahoko opened her mouth to shout in protest, but he only smiled and muffled her poor attempt at a scream with his lips. She tried to fight him, tried to pull away, but he was stronger than he looked. His seemingly delicate hands held her captive as his mouth ravaged hers.

She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she—Oh.

Yunoki finally pulled away, a self-confident smirk on his perfect face. Kahoko was panting, and she realized that she was no longer pinned under the steel cage of his arms. Her shaking hands were clutching at his jacket, pulling him closer. Shocked, she released the fabric from her grip, and tried to compose herself.

"I have a favor to ask of you, Hino, but it seems as if you won't have any problem obliging."

"Favor?" The word tumbled out and fell in a breathless heap.

The car stopped, and the driver stepped out to open the door. Gracefully as ever, Yunoki exited the vehicle, gesturing for Hino to follow. When she was on her feet, he placed one hand on the small of her back and started leading her toward the house. He nodded to the driver and the man got back in the car and drove away.

Yunoki opened the door of the house and slipped off his shoes, and Kahoko followed suit. "You see, my Sister and my Grandmother are both out of town, and when I'm alone like this, I find myself utterly bored." They were walking down a long hallway, and Kakoko was trying her best not to panic.

"So," he continued, sliding open a door panel on the left, and leading her inside, "I have decided to bring home some entertainment."

Kahoko swallowed. "By entertainment, surely you don't mean—" but her words were cut off as he placed his lips at her neck, kissing downward along her collarbone.

"If I were more of a gentlemen, I'm sure that I would be a much more considerate host," he murmured against her heated skin. They had somehow ended up on a rather spacious bed. "You know, I would have given you a change of clothes like the last time, offered you some tea, perhaps dinner. But," his hand slipped under her skirt and she gasped in surprise, "unfortunately, I am not a gentleman."

Kahoko was trying to find her brain, her rationality, but it was futile. There had to be a way to back out and say no, but—

Her head tipped back and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as he slipped his fingers inside of her. It was no use.

Yunoki wasted no time. He seemed eager, but, of course, his face never betrayed that cool, composed mask. Only his nimble fingers, expertly untying bows, unclasping, throwing unwanted garments to the side. She had no time to react, no time to prepare herself, and then he was there.

She cried out in pain when he entered her, but he paid no heed. He pushed, pushed, pushed, his silken hair draped around that angelic face. Eventually, the sharp sting faded, replaced by an ever growing need. Hino dug her fingers into his back, her hips bucking furiously against his.

It was building, something deep within, something she'd never felt. Little moans of ecstasy were slipping out of her lips. Yunoki's breathing was ragged as he placed his lips at her ear. "Say my name," he growled.

"Yu—Yu—" it was no use. Coherency was beyond her at this point.

"No," he commanded. "My given name. Azuma."

Hino's eyes widened at this revelation, but she had no time to process it. She reached her peak, her hips going wild under him. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, she tangled her fingers deep into his hair and screamed his name with the last of her breath.

He followed soon after with a deep groan. He lay down on the bed beside her, and through suddenly sleepy eyes, she thought she saw a true smile.