When the doorbell rang at ten in the morning, Len suddenly got a very bad feeling in his gut. He didn't know why, he just knew that his life was about to undergo a very drastic change.
And when the door opened to reveal a grinning girl with bright green eyes and a huge duffel bag slung over her shoulder, he knew that his gut was right. He squashed the instinctive urge to slam the door shut. "What are you doing here, Miku?" he asked instead, voice flat.
People didn't call him stoic for nothing. He knew the kind of reputation he had amongst the university students he helped to teach. He was also perfectly aware that most of the female students were only there because of the hot teaching assistant. But Len prided himself on his rationality and his ability to keep calm, and no one, not even Hatsune Miku, was going to change that. Though he had to admit that the teal haired girl often tested his patience.
"Well, I'm sure it's not surprising to you, but my landlord kicked me out!" Miku chirped, so carefree that he had to wonder if she had somehow planned to be forcefully evicted from her apartment. She seemed way too calm about this. "Since I'm three months behind on rent. I tried to convince him that I would pay up the next time my money came in, but apparently he didn't believe me after the fifth time I said that, so here I am, looking for a new place to stay!"
He stared at her for ten whole seconds before saying anything. She continued to beam at him, either genuinely oblivious to his disbelief, or just pretending to be unaware. He would think the latter. "So, instead of a hotel or anywhere else, you decided to come here," he finally found the words to respond. It was way too early in the morning for this.
Miku nodded enthusiastically. "I figured you were my best shot!" she giggled, doing a little twirl on his doorstep. His gaze landed on her short navy miniskirt and her low-cut, ruffled white tank top, and he immediately knew that she had chosen this outfit for a reason.
"And what makes you think I'm going to just let you waltz into my apartment and stay here for free?" he deadpanned, tempted to close the door and go back to sleep already. He had stayed out late last night, attending some compulsory post-conference party with the rest of the young faculty, and he was exhausted. He hated parties, but sometimes, there was no way he could get out of attending one. Last night had been one of those rare nights.
Her smile faltered, just a tiny bit. "You're not going to take me in?" she asked, voice filled with betrayal. He was unmoved, all too aware that this was just an act. Miku saw his lack of reaction and exhaled, straightening, the pout disappearing from her face. "Well, if that's the case…I guess I should just go and ask Rei then. I'm sure he'll be much nicer to me than you are," she turned around, duffel bag still over her shoulder, and prepared to walk away from his door.
His hand shot out, grabbing her elbow before she could leave. "No, you can stay here," the words tumbled out before he even knew what he was saying. It was unfair. She was being unfair, given what she knew about him and how he treated her. She had always known that she was special, that he treated her unlike other girls, and casually dropping Rei's name like that would definitely make him react. Rei was a mutual friend of theirs, and he was a good friend at that, but everyone knew that when it came to Miku, Len was…different.
Rei was decent, and he'd never do anything to Miku, but Len just felt uncomfortable about letting her stay with any other guy. Miku turned back towards him, a dazzling smile on her face. She was about to say something when he interjected. "But don't you dare try anything funny – and you better move out once your pay comes in," he warned her, voice flat again.
She nodded agreeably, so he stood aside and allowed her in, pointing the way towards his guest room. It was vacant now anyway, so he might as well take her in. It was only since she had nowhere else to go, and he didn't trust her not to get into any trouble while outside.
Her long teal hair bounced with every step she took, the hem of her skirt fluttering as she swung her hips from side to side, gazing around his tidy apartment. He followed closely, his keen eyes taking note of everywhere she looked, reminding himself to check his items daily so that nothing went missing from under his nose. Miku never managed to kick her habit of stealing things, no matter how many years it had been, so he always had to be careful around her.
"Thanks, Len. You're the best!" she chirruped when she reached the guest room, fluttering her fingers at him before she closed the door in his face. Len exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. The bad feeling in his gut was still there, and he wondered miserably what else lay in store for him. He suspected that this was only the beginning of his troubles.
Kagamine Len and Hatsune Miku were childhood friends – though admittedly, friends might be a bit of a stretch. It was more accurate to say that Len tolerated her. They used to live in the same neighbourhood, and in fact they went to the same school while growing up.
They separated when they entered university and Miku went to some art college far away. But when she graduated, she came back here, and now she lived free and easy, earning money through freelance work and commissions. She didn't exactly have a steady income, so she often supplemented her pay through petty theft, a habit she had picked up since their early days. Her father was a criminal who went in and out of jail, often for crimes such as robbery and theft, so it was easy to see where Miku had learnt her bad habits.
Honestly, Len sometimes wondered why he even put up with her. He was the complete, total opposite of Miku, with a moral compass straighter than a ruler and a rigid belief that one could succeed only if they controlled their emotions. Miku was a loose cannon, often doing things on impulse, following whatever her dreams and feelings told her to do, while Len would weigh all things rationally before finally making a decision about how to proceed.
She called him boring because of that, but he always retorted, saying that he'd rather be a bore than to get by through seducing the opposite gender and running off with their money. She only rolled her eyes, entirely unoffended – it took a great deal to annoy Miku. She was so easy-going, so carefree that it irritated him. And now she was staying in his apartment.
He twirled his pen around his fingers, unable to read past the current page. He had been stuck on this passage for the last ten minutes, his mind always fixed on her. Last night, she left his house, and she hadn't been back since. He didn't want to admit it, but he was very worried about her. Why, he didn't know, since he was aware that Miku could look after herself. But nervousness made his teeth clench and his hands restless, and he was unable to sit still.
When the door suddenly opened, announcing her return, he shot out of his study into the living room, his blue eyes glaring in her direction. "Where did you go?" he asked at once, the words extremely pointed. "Do you think this is some kind of hotel, where you can just walk in and out as you please?" he continued before she had a chance to answer. Miku blinked.
"I went to meet a friend who was in town!" she explained, taking off her heels and tossing them in a corner. Len narrowed his eyes, some part of his mind noting that she looked extremely pretty right now – not that she wasn't always attractive, but he would never say that to her, knowing it would just inflate her already enlarged ego. "And to answer the other half of what you said…well, you're not my parent, so it's not like you care about where I go, right?" she reasoned, shaking out her wavy hair, voice tired but eyes still glowing a vibrant green.
He hesitated. That was true. He wasn't supposed to care. He was just allowing her to stay in his apartment since she had nowhere else to go, and he didn't want her to get lodging from anyone else because he didn't trust her to keep her hands to herself. But the unease in his heart simply wouldn't settle. "What did you buy?" he finally asked, to defuse the tension.
Miku glanced at the shopping bag she had left on the floor. "Oh, this?" her eyes crinkled up in joy, good humour evident in her expression. "Now that's a secret, so I'd rather not tell you," she winked, her trademark wink which had always been able to do strange things to his insides. He ignored the feeling because it meant nothing. Instead, he narrowed his eyes again.
"You're living in my house," he started, "so I think I have a right to at least know what you're bringing in here just in case it happens to be something which could get us both in trouble." He glared again at the plain brown paper bag. It seemed small and completely ordinary, but he had dealt with Miku enough times to know that appearances were never just what they seemed with her. The girl just giggled again, turning away from him and picking up the bag.
"Aw, you need to stop being so suspicious, Len," she tutted, walking out from the hallway and dropping her small purse on the couch. She had only been here for a week but she was already treating his apartment like her own house. He didn't know whether he ought to tell her to respect his boundaries, but he finally decided against it – she wouldn't listen anyway. "But just to ease your worries, I can safely assure you there's nothing dangerous in here – well, it's not dangerous in the conventional sense, anyway," her green eyes gleamed with mischief.
He wanted to interrogate her further at that, because danger in any sense at all was not something he wished to deal with. But before he could say a word, she suddenly reached up on her tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek, then ran off before he could react, going to the guest room and locking herself inside. It took a while before he could think again.
Hatsune Miku was going to be the death of him. It had only been a week, but he was already losing his mind. He hoped she would move out as soon as possible, but at the same time, part of him wished that she would never leave. He refused to acknowledge that part of himself.
It had been a shitty week. Len had already decided that the first thing he was going to do when he got home was to throw off his shoes, slump onto the couch, and lose his mind in some numbing, brainless television. If the teal haired devil in his house hadn't cleared out the ice cream he kept in the fridge, he was going to finish off the entire tub as well.
He sure as hell deserved it. First, his thesis paper needed to be restructured entirely, so that was a few more weeks of late-night research and studies. Then he still had to grade the papers of the entire class since the professor was away on some compulsory work conference, meaning he would have to look through fifty exam papers and grade all of them by hand. He had recently started marking the papers and he could already feel the beginnings of a migraine.
Sometimes he wondered if choosing to go down the academic route was the right thing to do. He knew what he was interested in – research, especially in communications and society, since the idea of studying people and how they worked had always been fascinating to him. And he actually liked reading papers and doing research, so that wasn't the hard part. No, the irritating part was that being a post-graduate student meant he was attached to one of the professors in university, and that also meant being a teaching assistant. Now that part sucked.
He comforted himself with the fact that his pay was good, at least decent enough to let him afford this entire apartment without any difficulty. It sure was a lot more than he could say for the teal haired girl mooching off him. Speaking of that girl…he exhaled, able to hear the sounds of someone laughing as they bounced on a mattress. He was pretty sure the sounds were coming from his room, as if he wasn't already having one of the worst days of his life so far.
Len marched over to his room, pulling the door open with his free hand, the other one holding on to the second bag of groceries he had picked up at the supermarket, after the first bag he paid for was stolen while he was searching for loose change in his pockets. He was intending to give Miku a piece of his mind, but the words died on his tongue.
He didn't know what he had been expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. Miku fell onto his bed, breathless, the thin straps of her short, silky black nightie falling down her milky arms, exposing smooth, fair skin. His eyes ran up the length of her arms to her neck, to her shoulders, and he wondered if it was fair that he couldn't spot a single blemish. Her round, soft breasts were barely hidden underneath the nightie, which was so short that it hardly seemed to be doing anything for her. "What are you doing?" were the first words out of his mouth.
It was a miracle his words didn't come out sounding half-strangled. Miku brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, the long teal waves flowing down her back, looking so soft, so very temptingly touchable. She was all soft curves and long legs, with a smile which could break so many hearts. He had always known she was beautiful, that she could sway men so easily that it all seemed laughably pathetic, but there was something genuine in her green eyes today…or was that just wishful thinking?
"You asked me last week what I bought, remember?" she shrugged, kneeling on his bed, the silky nightie fluttering as she moved. He tried not to look at her, too distracted by the sight of her exposed skin and her breasts, but in the process, he caught sight of the lacy black panties she was wearing, and he almost got a coronary. "I told you it wasn't dangerous. And today I decided to prove to you that I wasn't lying," she added, a catlike grin on her face.
He wanted to whimper, but he managed to hold it in. People knew him as stoic and he was vaguely aware that most of the other Masters students were under the impression that he was asexual, but contrary to popular belief, Len did have some fantasies of his own. And he was ashamed to admit that more than one of those fantasies had featured Miku in some very, very questionable acts. He was beginning to wonder if this episode was just a dream too.
So, this was what she meant by not dangerous in the conventional sense. Because it sure as hell was dangerous for his libido. "Get out of my room," his voice didn't break, which he was proud of, because honestly, if she was in here for another minute he might lose his mind.
Miku pouted, getting off the bed. His throat was dry. She was all perfection and loveliness, a flawless face with a cunning mind – her personality was so flawed but that made her all the more human, reachable, touchable, present. She approached him and he could see the slight curve of her cleavage, then she reached out, grabbing his hands. It was only then that he realised he had dropped his grocery bag on the floor. "You know you don't want me to leave."
He knew she was right, but he wasn't going to admit it. There were so many things about him which Miku was right about, but he'd never admit anything to her. Like the fact that he was hopelessly in love with her? Not something he would ever say – but somehow, she just seemed to know. She had to, because why else would she come to his house when she was kicked out of hers? Why else would she mention Rei, knowing how that would make him react?
But he didn't want her to know all this. "You don't know what I'm thinking, so don't pretend you do," his voice did crack a little now, but he wasn't really at the point where he could care anymore. Her hands were so soft. And she was still standing there in that erotic little dress, gazing up at him with practiced innocence – a gaze he was certain had been rehearsed and refined until it reached perfection, but he was affected by her anyway. "You really need to leave."
"But you'd miss me," she pouted, suddenly letting go of his hands. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed that she had stopped touching him. He reminded himself that he couldn't just lose his rationality like that – this wouldn't be good for him. And he was pretty sure Miku was doing this for some reason, not because she was attracted to him… "I mean, why are you being so difficult? You're hot. I'm hot. We should be hot together."
Maybe she was attracted to him then, just a little. He couldn't really tell. He didn't say a word, his logical thought fast disappearing. It had been too long. And even during those other times, with those other girls, they had never really been the girl he wanted. The one he did want was here right now, in his room, giving him the sweetest smile he'd ever seen – though he knew it probably wasn't real, he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest.
"And you know what else I have? I bought handcuffs," she giggled, reaching around and brandishing a pair of soft, furry handcuffs – the kind of thing you'd probably find in a shady sex shop. He spluttered, taking a step back – this was becoming too much for him. It really had to stop before it got out of hand and they did something they'd regret. And he knew that if he thought any longer about the handcuffs, he was going to imagine something that he really shouldn't be imagining, especially not with Miku in this state in front of him.
"Are you drunk? Did you drink?" he asked, clutching at straws. Anything to get her out of his room, and give him a solid excuse to throw her out. He was afraid that if there was no real reason, he would just give in, because he was dangerously close to losing his rationality. He miserably thought about how he'd always been so proud of his logic, but here he was, so close to making the worst mistake of his life. Because sleeping with Miku would definitely be a mistake. She was attractive, no doubt about that, but what was he besides one more person for her to conquer? He didn't want to be just another score in her records.
"Maybe just a little," she admitted, giggling again, "but not enough to make me lose sense of myself. Too bad for you, Len," she added, winking at him. That damned wink. This time, he didn't manage to hide the half-choke, half-wheeze he let out, and she smiled, her large eyes lit with fiery mischief. Once again, she approached him, and this time she reached out to touch his cheek, her hands so soft and warm against his skin. She smelled like the perfume he had been smelling all over his apartment lately, the distinct scent of rosewater and lilies – it was her scent, Miku's scent. He was getting drunk on her perfume, and he couldn't really think anymore, so he thought to hell with it and grabbed her face, pressing his lips to hers.
She didn't taste like honey, the way he had envisioned in past dreams and fantasies, when he woke up in his bed still gasping, his sheets drenched with sweat and desire. Her lips were soft and warm, just like the rest of her, and so tender. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't think – all he knew was that he was touching her, and she was touching him, and this was probably the worst mistake he could ever commit, but then why didn't it feel like a mistake?
Her hands were moving up and down his back, slipping underneath the hem of his shirt. He didn't move to stop her, not even when her deft fingers began to unbutton his top, each white button sliding through its hole. He didn't move to stop her when the shirt was undone – he just lifted his arms, allowing her to take it off him, and there he was, bare skin exposed to her. Her nails raked gently over his flat stomach, and he hissed into her soft mouth.
It was Miku who pulled away first, breathing heavily, something almost like lust in her eyes – but did she really want him, or was there some other reason why she was doing this? He wanted to care more about this, but he couldn't really bring himself to. He wanted her, but at the same time he was terrified, and he wasn't sure about what he was doing. "I promise this isn't a game," she told him, and her voice was so sincere that for once, he trusted her, and so he leant down towards her again, another kiss, raw and searching. She sighed into his mouth as his hands dropped down onto her hips, the silky nightie a smooth, tempting barrier between his skin and hers.
There was a click sound, and his eyes flew open as he felt soft fur against his wrists – he looked down, and saw that Miku had locked his wrists together with the handcuffs, the link behind her back. He blinked a few times, then glared at her, not liking where this was going. Miku giggled again. "And I promise to take turns," she whispered. He gritted his teeth.
"This is not funny. What the hell are you –" his words were cut off as she knelt down, and he watched her, what he wanted to say dying on his tongue, Miku gazing innocently at him the whole time as she crouched lower and lower, that practiced look capturing his attention. He didn't know how to feel when she crawled out from beneath his locked arms, rising up and brushing imaginary lint off her nightie. "Where are you going? What are you doing? Miku!"
She had known what he would have thought when she knelt down. It was all beginning to feel like some horrible prank. "I'm just waiting for the fun things to begin," she answered, pushing some of her teal hair behind her back. He fumed, unable to do anything else.
"Get this stupid thing off me," he ordered, holding out his chained arms. She just shook her head merrily, taking another step towards him and kissing him again, this time a more passionate kiss, less reserved than the previous times. He lost his thoughts again, backing her towards the bed until she fell over, taking him with her, and then it was just the two of them lost in their own world, her quietly calling his name when his teeth grazed her skin, her earlobe, her sensitive neck. She yelped when he gently bit her, and her moans and her shudders were almost enough to drive him insane – almost, but not really. Because he was Kagamine Len, and no matter what, he was always going to retain an element of sanity.
If he was going to just forget about all his rules and reasons why he wasn't supposed to be doing this with Miku, then at the very least he would retain his demeanour, even with her. He wouldn't allow her the pleasure of hearing him beg, of hearing any sign of weakness. It was what she wanted, but he wouldn't give it to her. If they were going to do anything, then it would be on his terms. Her slender arms were wrapped around his neck and his name fell from her lips, and he had to breathe, memorising the taste and feel of her mouth.
Her ankle was looped around his, and she lazily dragged her foot up and down his calf. The slow sensation was enough to make him shudder, but he bit his lip, determined not to make a sound. She glanced at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses. She had never looked more alluring, and that was a difficult feat, because if Len had to be absolutely honest, he thought Miku was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. That was probably the reason why she seemed so able to sway men into doing whatever she wanted.
He never intended to be one of those men, but he was afraid he might be after today, after this. "Why are you doing this to me?" he panted, meeting her gaze, forcing her to look into his eyes. The green almost glowed. "So that you could live here a while longer for free?"
She pouted. "I wouldn't need to have sex just for that," she pointed out. "There are other ways for me to continue staying here. Just saying I'll ask some other guy for lodging would be good enough," she shrugged, and unfortunately, both of them knew she was right.
But he couldn't think of any other reason. While he was still struggling for words, Miku abruptly reached up and flipped them over, and then she was the one straddling his hips while he lay beneath her, eyes wide. Her hands slid down his torso, towards his belt, and suddenly he stiffened as he realised what she was about to do. "I think you're very eager to see me," she whispered, undoing his pants. He wanted to push her off somehow, but then she had her hand around him and his mind blanked out when her hand moved.
His breaths were shallow. The only thing on his mind from the very moment she touched him was how good it felt – how good her hand felt on him, her whispered words stroking his skin. When her thumb ran gently over the tip, he had to reach up to his face and bite down on his palm to prevent himself from groaning. "But I don't want you to keep quiet," Miku protested, her free hand tugging at his. "That's not fun, it's not enjoyable," she added, and though he was stronger than her, he acquiesced to her wishes, eyes narrowing as he tried his best to stay conscious. She felt so good. Suddenly her other hand was there, and he had to close his eyes, letting out a moan. It was humiliating, but he couldn't care anymore.
When she gently squeezed and leant down to kiss him on the lips, he groaned loudly into her mouth, shudders running down his spine. He was blinded for a second, and when his vision cleared, Miku was climbing off him. "Where are you going?" he asked, his voice a little strange, almost weak. She glanced back at him and smiled, waving one of her hands. It was covered in sticky whiteness, and he had to look away, feeling almost embarrassed.
She entered his bathroom, and he could hear the sound of water running in the sink. Len wondered if it was all over just like that, and though he knew he ought to be relieved that nothing more had happened, most of him was very disappointed by the thought that he'd now spend the rest of his night alone…especially after that. He wasn't even fully satisfied, and this didn't make him feel any better. His chest was heaving. After a while, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, growing more and more concerned that she'd leave.
"Oh, I'm just washing my hands," she looked up and smiled at him in the mirror, and she was so beautiful, her face so tender, her lips a rosy shade of pink. He swallowed. His hands were still bound by the handcuffs, which was beginning to really irk him because they were hindering his movements. "You have to be more patient, Len! I get tired easily, you know."
"Don't mess around with me," he snapped, eyes narrowing. She rolled her own eyes, but otherwise ignored him. "Did that count as a turn?" he added hopefully, remembering her promise that they would take turns with the handcuffs. Miku spun around to face him and shook her head, placing her hands on his chest and walking them back out to his bedroom. They were lying on the bed again, still breathless, while Len was still extremely frustrated.
"You'll know what a turn is," she promised playfully, teasing him with her words. Her hands moved towards the handcuffs, and he suddenly felt one of his wrists become free of the fur – he rotated his freed wrist experimentally, wondering what she had in mind, and just as quickly he heard that click sound again, not just once, but twice this time. He looked up and realised that both of his wrists were now chained to his bedposts, and he let out an annoyed groan.
It was only after she locked him to the bed that he realised he desperately wanted to touch her. He had yet to really touch her, yet to feel her soft skin against his fingertips. He badly wanted to know how her skin would feel beneath that silky nightie, and he wanted to hold on to her waist and flip them over so that he could be on top of her, and he could make her moan his name all night in that breathy voice of hers until she came undone around him, begging him for more, begging him for mercy, begging him to stop. He wanted to hear her beg, this strong, capricious girl with so much spirit in her eyes. He wanted to make her his.
As though she could sense his desperate desire, she let her hands linger playfully on the hem of her nightie, lifting it slowly to reveal smooth, bare skin, a flat stomach, and that narrow, shapely waist, so beautiful and so perfect that she seemed unreal. His fingers twitched, but he was chained to the bed and he couldn't move. She tossed the nightie over her head onto the floor, and he swallowed – she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were now pretty much in his face, so soft, so round. "I've been a bad girl, Len," she murmured sensuously, eyes filled with mischief. "Don't you think I deserve to be punished?"
He almost choked. "But I'm the one locked up here," he answered, hoping that she would change her mind about handcuffing him. She giggled and placed a finger against his lips, and he swallowed, the frustration almost boiling over by this point. It was so unfair. He was kind enough to let her stay in his apartment, and the next thing he knew she was barging into his room and demanding sex as though he was some kind of toy. Why was she like this? How could she treat him this way? "Why are you so selfish?" he asked, unable to help himself.
She just sighed. He could feel her lace panties, which she was still wearing, against his bare stomach. "You know you like it," was all she said, and she picked up a satin ribbon which had been left on his bedside table, a wicked grin spreading across her face. He didn't like where this was going, and just as he suspected, she tied the long ribbon around his eyes, preventing him from seeing her. But he could still feel her moving, and his thoughts went blank when he abruptly realised that she was now taking off her lacy underwear.
"Miku…" her name left his lips like a plea. He hadn't wanted that but he couldn't help it, and he was almost at his breaking point, almost didn't care if he had any ounce of reputation left following this. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to lose himself in her and forget for just a moment his troubles, his worries, his entire life – he just wanted to live out his desires and find out for certain if reality could match his dreams. If reality would be better.
"Be patient," she whispered back, and when she climbed back on top of him she was bare, and he wanted to see, but she wouldn't remove that damned ribbon from his face. She was so wet, and it was sweet agony to feel her against him, especially when she began to inch downwards, closer and closer to the part of him which ached for her the most. Her lips met his again and he kissed her desperately, hoping she would relent, hoping she would undo his blindfold, but she remained stubborn. She bit gently on his lower lip and sat back up, and a moment later he felt her taking him inside her, so soft and warm and unbelievably tight.
She was no virgin, and neither was he, but it was the first time he was with her like this, and that was the only thing that mattered. "Len," she gasped, voice breathless, and that made his groin twitch, "you're – you feel really good, I didn't imagine…oh!" she squirmed, and he let out a groan. She felt so good. "You really are full of surprises, aren't you?" she asked.
He didn't answer. Instead, he tried to control his breathing, hoping that she would move again, but she didn't, instead relishing the feeling of him inside her. It was like the sweetest, most painful torture, and he tried to thrust upwards into her, arching his back. She yelped, and he felt her slender hands on his shoulders, forcing him to remain still. "Now that's just cheating," she chided him, and he was on the verge of exploding at her. She was the one who was having all the fun while he suffered here at her hands. It wasn't fair at all.
"Could you please at least take off this blindfold?" he gave in and begged, and he heard a soft chuckle – a moment later, the ribbon came undone and he narrowed his eyes against the sudden light. His vision quickly adjusted, and the next thing he saw was Miku on top of him, her green eyes closed, the satin ribbon wrapped around her wrists. "Please move," he added, hoping that begging again would get him another wish fulfilled. She ignored this one.
"I'll do what I want," she giggled, wriggling her hips again, and he moaned again, the sound reverberating through his bedroom. She kissed him lightly, then she slowly began to ride him, her movements strong and sure, and it took everything he had not to just buck his hips up into her and strain against the bloody handcuffs. He didn't think that his first time with Miku – honestly, he didn't think there'd ever be any time with Miku – would have gone this way, with the blindfolds and the handcuffs and the almost non-consensual sex. It was borderline rape, and he wasn't even enjoying it all that much because it felt like torture.
He was determined not to come before her because he had already lost most of his pride, and the very least he could do was to not let go – but then she started to moan his name and move a little faster, and that was his undoing. He couldn't tolerate it anymore, and when he came, it was with great reluctance and a sense of hollowness – how could he have orgasmed and still feel so unsatisfied, so unhappy? Miku continued to ride him out until she gasped and trembled, and despite feeling gravely wronged he still loved her enough to feel her orgasm, to close his eyes and let her cries of pleasure carry him away.
It wasn't fair. She wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she had enjoyed this so much and the only thing he got out of it was a hollow feeling of emptiness, because he hadn't gotten what he wanted. She closed her eyes for a while, leaning against his chest, and he just stared blankly up at the ceiling, wondering if he would be able to sleep well tonight. A few moments later, she reached up and thankfully undid his handcuffs, and the very next moment he had them flipped over so that she was trapped beneath him, her green eyes filled with genuine surprise.
"What, did you think that was enough to tire me?" he told her harshly, catching her gaze. "Maybe it would be if I had been satisfied, but now I'm just irritated. You really are the bitchiest, most selfish girl I've ever seen," he ranted, but she didn't get upset, instead just grinning up at him with that familiar sparkle in her eyes, and he knew that she knew he didn't mean what he said. "Fuck," he whispered, before he leant down and pressed his lips to her neck, his hands now moving across her body, taking time to explore what he previously could not.
Her mewls and whimpers were doubly satisfying after all the waiting he was forced to do. She moaned his name, and he relished it, hearing her say Len over and over again while his tongue and his lips traced circles over her sensitive skin. He liked to think he was mature enough to not call this revenge, but deep down it really was revenge, him taking revenge on her for treating him that way earlier. "Don't ever torture me again," he parted from her, his words a warning.
"And what if I do?" she asked in exchange, voice breathless, but her tone still merry. She was goading him, because she knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her or upset her, not really. He paused. What would he do? And why were they already talking like there would be a second round? He didn't know – he wasn't even sure if he wanted a repeat…
Though if he had to be absolutely truthful, then yes, he definitely did. "Then I'll kick you out of my house since you're not paying me rent," he finally answered, though they both knew he didn't mean it. Where else would she go, anyway? To live with Rei? Uh, sure as hell not. Len would flip if she did that, even before the sex took place. Miku pretended to consider.
"Paying you with sex isn't enough?" she asked, fake innocence dripping from every word she said. Len spluttered, averting his face so that she wouldn't see his flustered expression, and she laughed, amused by his reaction to her words. "I really like you, Len," she continued, and he was surprised to hear the ring of sincerity in her voice. "You're the only one who doesn't take my crap, so I respect you a lot for that. And no one else cares about me the way you do."
The last sentence was said with just the slightest tinge of sadness, and he knew right away that she was referring to her family, with her absent mother and her imprisoned father. Miku never had the happy childhood he had, and maybe that was one reason why he paid her so much attention in the past, why that attention gradually turned into infatuation, and then into something more. "I love you," the words tumbled out before his brain could process them, and he stiffened, suddenly terrified of the repercussions of what he just said.
But she just smiled, the sadness gone from her face. "I love you too," she answered, the words coming out as easily as breathing. But those four simple words took his breath away. He leant down to kiss her again, and she accepted the kiss readily, her arms looping once more around his neck, sighing blissfully into his mouth. Len thought he might be able to get used to this.
Perhaps letting Miku stay in his apartment two weeks ago hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
A/N: I really just needed to get that out of my system. Since this entire story was in Len's point of view, maybe I'll do Miku's point of view next time.