Ch 1 - Aggression and Chaos
Uta stood at the bottom of the stairs, facing the front door of his mask shop but unable to bring himself to unlock it just yet. His hand was already in his pocket, clutching the key, but he found himself unable to move. If one passed by and managed to spot him under the shadow casted over him by the upper level, they would think that he was lost in his thoughts. His face was at its usual blank position and his stance was drooped. However, internally, his heart was playing a wild dance.
He enjoyed standing at this spot at this particular time of day. The drunk inhabitants on this street were either starting to wake up from their previous night's romp or just returning from it. They caused a ruckus wherever they went, either with strangers or whoever they were returning home to. Uta could always count on a couple bottles smashing and colorful profanity. The clubs and seedy bars were getting ready for service and their neon signs started to flicker while the heavy base of their music rumbled through the walls and floors. The neon signs took away the shadow and projected their artificial color over Uta's pale skin. The smell of alcohol, vomit, and garbage lingered in the air.
Everything about this street, this spot that Uta stood in, this exact moment, was aggressive and chaotic. Uta took great pleasure in it.
Finally, he pulled out his key and brought it to the door. The key stopped just a breath short of going into the lock. Uta looked at it and sniffed the air. He felt the corner of his lips wanting to turn upwards but they remained where they were. In one smooth motion, he fitted the key, unlocked the door, and entered his shop.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked around. All of the mannequins were exactly where they should be, perched on top of golden stools and facing the right hand wall. They wore his most ornate masks with unabashed confidence. The other ones sat in either glass cases or were lined along the wall. Nothing was out of place. There wasn't even a speck of dust on his red and white tiled floor.
Uta sniffed the air once more and then briskly crossed the room towards the back office. He pushed it open and stood under the frame. His already casual posture relaxed even further when his eyes rested on a worn leather suitcase placed right by his mini fridge. Papers were poking out of the sides despite the latch being firmly secured at the top of the suitcase. Then his eyes drifted over to his bed and finally he allowed his lips to turn upwards ever so slightly.
A familiar bare back greeted him with a hint of a vertebrae pushing up against the pale skin that Uta knew to be beautifully soft. He walked to the side of his bed and he ran a finger down the spine, feeling the skin and enjoying the shiver that it caused. He only stopped when he reached the waist, where the blanket started to cover the body. Uta reached back up and twirled a long tendril of hair around his finger. He pulled at it ever so slightly to get a feel of it's elasticity before releasing it to rejoin the rest of the hair that fell like a wavy pink waterfall down her porcelain back.
There was a deep sigh and then the person turned onto her back. Her eyes opened and her dark blue shade locked into Uta's blood red. Her pouty pink lips opened ever so slightly and then they broke into a genuine smile. "Surprise," she said almost in a breathless whisper.
Uta wordlessly shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor, right next to her pile of clothes. Soon his shirt and pants followed as well. He crawled right on top of her before slowly putting his whole weight on her.
"You changed your hair," Uta whispered. He began to wrap handfuls of it around his wrist while he kissed her neck. Using his other hand, he moved down her body where her hand was all ready waiting. She allowed him to place her hand over her head and he held it there.
"Do you like it?" she gasped as he gave her hair a sharp tug, pulling her face towards him. He caught her lips with his and hungrily ran his tongue over hers.
Her breath caught in her chest and he felt her nipples graze over his. His hand freed itself from her hair and he ran it up and down her side, using his sense of touch to admire every curve and valley of her flesh.
"Ah," he breathed against her lips just as her tongue slipped into his mouth, hovering just a moment to taste the metal of his piercing. His eyebrows raised when her eyes turned black and her blue eyes became red. Her hands freed themselves from him and suddenly he found himself on his back with her taking his place.
"I missed you," she whispered as her hands stroked his waist. Then it moved up and she traced a finger along the words on his neck, "Is this new?"
"No," he said. He grabbed her by the wrist and switched their positions again. His lips returned to hers as he pressed her against the bed and he devoured her protests. It was not her turn yet and they both knew it. Still, Uta enjoyed her teasing both with her body and her words. His hand moved to the back of her neck and pushed her head off the pillow to intensify their kiss. The ink on the front of his neck was identical to the one on the back of hers.
When he broke the kiss, her lips were swollen and glistening with a mix of their saliva. He dropped her head back down on the pillow and then moved himself lower and lower. With every few inches he moved, he took a soft bite against her flesh, allowing his teeth to press against but not puncture the skin. He stopped when he was at the crevice of her womanhood. He blew a soft breath towards it and watched how it made her squirm with anticipation.
He brought his lips to her and as she arched her back, his hands went to help support it and to secure her in place. His tongue was gentle at first but with every lick, he added a bit more force. Her labored breaths matched his rhythm until finally she let out a small moan. "Uta-kun..."
He dropped his hand, allowing her to fall back on the mattress and then moved it to where his chin was. Her hand gripped a wad of the falling blanket as his fingers slipped inside her and he licked her most sensitive nub simultaneously.
"Uta-kun!" This time her moan was breathier but much more forceful. Her hand moved to his shoulder and she dug her nails in.
Uta jerked back, freeing her from his control, when she drew blood. He stared at her as she licked the blood off of her nails with her eyes still locked in his. When she was done, she knelt on the bed and crooked her finger at him. "Come."
He crawled to her and her hands went to the sides of his face, drawing him in for another kiss. They both sat up on their knees, pressing their chests together as his hands went to cover her face as well. He could not get enough of her taste, her shape, her everything. He was a man starved and she was a feast long overdue. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her even tighter to him.
"Where were you this time?" he asked, his voice low and almost breathless.
"Mmmm," she said as she shook her head, allowing the movement to brush her lips against his, "No."
Her hands reached behind her and pulled his arms away from her. She was as strong as he remembered her to be. While still holding onto his wrists, she flipped him around so that his head was on the pillows and lying flat on the bed. She held both of his hands over his head and planted a soft kiss between his shaved brows, his nose, and then finally his lips.
She bit his lower lip and then sucked it as she would a hard candy. She released it with a pop and then ran a tongue along his jaw line. One of her hands came down to cup his neck, feeling every ragged breath he drew in. Her head continue to lower and she traced her tongue along the letters they shared. As she moved to the second line on his neck, her hand went lower. Her fingers wrapped slowly around his heated manhood. He drew in a breath as she began to move her hand in sync with her tongue.
When she was done, she moved herself to where her hand was. Her hot breath blew over him and his stomach tightened. Her eyes wandered over to his defined abdomen for a moment and then she opened her mouth. Uta almost sat right up if not for a strong push back from her as she wrapped her lips and tongue over and over again around him.
"Ki...Ki-chan," he groaned as his hands reached out to grab whatever part of her he could. Without pausing or even looking up, her hands came up to meet his. Their fingers locked and she allowed him to pull her towards him.
He sat up with their fingers and lips still intertwined. He savored their grip on each other before he freed his hands and wrapped his arms back around her waist, hoisting her up ever so slightly. Wordlessly and with their gaze fixated on each other, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist. Their hearts pounded against each other. She broke their eye contact and buried her face in his neck as he lowered her onto him. He heard her exhale and felt the relieved breath against his skin when he was fully inside her. She always loved the beginning. Almost as much as the end.
"Uta-kun..." He felt his name against his skin more than he heard it. He turned his head so that his nose was buried in her slightly damp hair. He moved his hands to her bottom, cupping the rounded flesh, and then pushing it up. It was slow enough for both of them to enjoy the feeling of flesh slicked against flesh. He then stopped putting any pressure in his hands, allowing her to naturally fall back in place. Before he could bring her back up again, she moved on her own. Her pace was much faster and much more forceful than his.
"Ki...Ki-chan," he panted as she let go of his shoulders and leaned back on her hands. His own fell limply to his sides. She bit her lip and arched her back as she quickened her pace even more. With every rise and fall of her hips, he could feel himself losing control. His sweat soaked hair fell in front of his face. His lips were unable to close, waiting for her tongue to return to where it belonged. His vision of her was blurring with passion and heat. He could feel her core tightening around him, beckoning for release.
His hands moved up to hold her in place by the waist. Her hands went to cover his and her fingers dug into his as he slammed her down on him over and over again with the aggression they both needed. Her moans turned into cries and then her cries turned into screams. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her toes curled. He pounded into her until his own arms gave out and he had to release her. She collapsed onto the bed and he leaned over her, situating his member just at the brink of her hot, moist flesh.
He delicately kissed her between the brows, the nose, and then the lips before plunging into her once more. She screamed his name as he pumped into her with even more ferocity than before. He was not going to stop. He couldn't.
"U..Uta-kun...Now...NOW!" she screamed as he felt her body convulse just as he reached his peak. He flattened himself against her, feeling her softening beneath him as he erupted inside her.
Heart beats and sweat mixed together while they tried to catch their breath. They were a tangle of limbs but neither of them wanted to move. Finally, he lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were back to the darkened blue but her lips were still red and swollen. The last lingering marks of their union. She brushed a finger against the side of his face and she smiled.
"Welcome back," he said softly.
"I'm sorry I was gone for so long," she whispered.
Uta finally broke into a soft smile. "No, you're not."
"No...I'm not..." she said as she tilted her head up for another kiss, "But I did miss you."
"I missed you too."
She looked up to plastic alarm clock that sat dangerously close to the edge of a desk that was completely covered in scattered sketches. It was usually left spotless and clear with everything kept in the drawer.
"What time do you open?" she asked.
He blinked. "Not for another three hours...but I have a private client coming in in 10 minutes."
She giggled and bit the tip of her thumb. "Whoops."
"It's okay," he said as he begrudgingly pulled himself away from her. He got up to his feet and picked up his clothes. He was about to turn and head for the bathroom when she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.
"Want company?"
"No," he said.
She withdrew her hand and she nodded, unhurt and unaffected by his rejection. "Okay."
He walked to the bathroom door and opened it while staring back at her. "I want you."
She giggled and jumped off the bed. She skipped past him and into the shower. "Who is the client?" she asked as she turned on the water and allowed the cold to hit down her back, "May I draw him?"
Uta stepped in to join her, leaving the bathroom door wide open. "I don't know. He's new," he said as he pressed himself against her so that the water can get to both of them, "You'll have to ask yourself."
She wiped the water away from her eyes and then ran her hands down her flattening pink hair. "Okay. I will."
His hand went up to touch the part of his shoulder where she drew blood. He felt the sting against his flesh and he rewarded her with a kiss. She was aggression and chaos...He took great pleasure in her.