Since I took so long to post, I decided not to bother waiting until the story was completely typed... I hope you all understand...

Virgin Sacrifice

Fandom: Kaikan Phrase

Teaser: " When did I become the virgin sacrifice to the Emperor of the Night?"

Inspiration: I had a very, very dirty little dream about Sakuya. Additional inspiration came from "Skip Beat!" –when Kyouko names the seductive side of Ren "the Emperor of the Night"— and a manga Shijou Mayu also wrote called "Midara na Senritsu, Hiwai na Yubisaki (Lewd Melody, Obscene Fingers)"…

Rating: M. Totally, definitely, wonderfully M.

Warnings:
-Alcohol/Hangover
-Mild bondage (restraints)
-Sakuya (yep, he needs a warning)
-Sensuality/Sex
-Virginity

Main Pairing: Sakuya Okouchi / OC (Katrina "Kat" Learner)

Minor Pairings:
-(past) Kat/Raul

Setting: Random AU city with a university, where both characters are employed as instructors.

POV: Since she's the" sacrifice", Kat tells the story…

Summary: When Kat Learner wakes up in an unfamiliar place, she's confused and understandably concerned. Yet of all the things she predicted, Sakuya Okouchi was not what she'd been expecting...

Additional ANs: I wrote this story a long time ago and misplaced a sheet of it. I used what I had to put together the rest of it…
I listen to a weird selection of show-tunes, rock, metal, Irish/Celtic, alternative, bubble-gum pop, 90's music, country, 70's music, J-Pop/J-Rock, and K-Pop as it usually is… I fear my preferences have gotten more eclectic since I started typing this . I couldn't seem to work on it without sappy love songs, most of which weren't from this decade… I have a fair selection of sexy music, too, but it was mostly ballads, of all things!

My eyes fluttered open to a nauseating headache of light. I squeezed them shut, only to discover that it hurt more that way. I opened them again slowly and surveyed the room. My walls aren't green, I thought vaguely as my eyes drifted shut again. When the thought was processed through my sleepy brain, my eyes opened wide.

The room was distinctly masculine. Pale green walls with black accents somehow reminded me of bamboo. It must have been the Asian décor-style hard at work. I remembered from my brief fascination with Frank Lloyd Wright that his school of architecture was inspired by the Japanese. The tenant he lived by was "form is function" and I could see it hard at work here. No space was wasted on gaudy furniture or simple display pieces. The furniture was simple and black, the photo frames practically little black lacquered boxes.

I tried to stretch for the sake of my stiff neck, only to find myself unable to. My wrists and ankles were tied to the bed posts. Okay, someone has a kink or two, I told myself nervously. The room was cool and vent over the bed blew cold air at my body. I shivered a bit and glanced down at my toes, only to realize I was naked.

Naked. Tied to a bed. In a stranger's room.

Oh, sweet mother of mercy, I had too much whiskey last night! Somewhere in my mind, a ray of hope shined through the growing panic. Wait. Does that mean I'm not longer…? I shifted a bit with no pain. Nope. I still am.

I wasn't quite sure how the notion of losing my virginity was a ray of hope, but, hey, it was a strange day already.

I heard the door open. Hurriedly, I considered my options. Should I pretend I'm still asleep or let him know I'm awake? I mean, it all depends on why I'm tied to this bed, doesn't it? The questions really didn't matter all that much, since I was still trying to make up my mind when he crossed the room to me.

My word, he's sexy! He had impossibly blue eyes with remarkably Asian features. His black hair was on the long side, something that a lot of guys couldn't pull off, but it looked terrific on him. He wore a pair of black pajama pants that road low on his hips and not much else. And when he smiled, my stomach turned nervous somersaults.

"You're awake," he remarked, rounding the bed –to be closer to me, I assumed.

His voice had a low timber to it. It made me think of candlelight, roses, silk sheets, and a night filled with nothing but lusty lovemaking. Those thoughts plus his general appearance and aura of confidence all seemed to add up to my body responding to the combination of things I always found incredibly alluring.

He leaned in and kissed me. Not some sort of causal peck on the cheek, but full on the lips, steamy and hungry and hot. I was so startled that I couldn't even respond.

"C'mon, Kat," he murmured in softly accented English. "You weren't nearly as resistant last night."

He kissed me again, this time gently coaxing me into responding. If he's a murdering sociopath, can I have him for a night before he kills me? I wondered as I found myself straining against the ties at my wrist with a desperate need to wrap my arms around him. When he drew away from my lips, I whimpered my loss –my ultimate shame for the century.

He moved further away so he could watch my face for an instant. "You don't remember me, do you?" he asked, cocking his head at me.

I met his gaze and hope I wasn't blushing. "No, I don't. Sorry. But you're really familiar."

He smiled at that. "I'm Sakuya Okouchi."

It was like a switch flipped in my brain that suddenly allowed me to comprehend that single fact that had been evading me. Okouchi-sensei, as I tended to refer to him in my head, was one of the younger music instructors and was currently the heart-throb of the campus. Half-Japanese and half-American, he was a beautiful blending of both sides with electric-blue eyes and an abnormal height –he measured in just above six-feet tall, which was definitely his American blood showing. His features were softer and his skin-tone muted and mellowed.

The rumor mill around campus said that he was the worst kind of player. But I'd always been a sucker for large long-fingered hands. And he played piano, which I found incredibly sexy. But none of that still explained why, exactly, I was tied to his bed.

"Okuchi-sensei," I started, "I know who you are. I just don't know–"

"Why you're here? Please, call me Sakuya." He smiled at me and sat down on the edge of the bed. "What do you remember about last night? Be candid. Spare no details."

I sighed. "I had a date with my boyfriend, Raul. He dumped me with the biggest cliché in the book," I noted with a wince.

He smoothed away my wince with gentle fingers, then handed me a glass of water and two Alieve. "What happened after that?"

I carefully took the pills, not even trying to sit up. He'd left enough slack in the ropes for that, but not enough for me to sit up and take them. If he abducts women, I bet they don't mind. And he seems to be the most considerate captor in the world. "I went… to Mac's and drank half a bottle of good whiskey."

"You exaggerate," he chastised softly, teasingly, as he tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. "It was more like a quarter of the bottle."

I shrugged. "And then I started talking to the guy sitting next to me at the bar. You?"

"Yes. Do you still not recall why you're here?" He gently stroked me hair.

He's certainly the gentlest captor in the universe. "No."

"Well, my sweet virgin, you asked me to take your virginity," he told me, his voice as smooth as silk.

Oh… my… God!

His hands rested on my bare shoulders. "Don't be afraid of me, Kat. I promise I'll be gentle. And I promise you'll enjoy it."

With most men, I would think they were bragging. All of my friends always told me that no woman ever enjoys her first time. But there was something about the way he said it that made me believe him. Either that or it was all in my wishful thinking. I genuinely liked him, from what I knew of him, and I didn't want him to be a liar or a braggart.

Okay, so I feel like this chapter makes me a huge tease...

I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you loved, what you hate, how much you would be freaking out if you woke up that way... anything and everything, just please review!

Hope it was pleasurable for you, too,
~SinfulMadam~