New story idea. AU. Themes include sex, cheating and sex. Plus a few ideas that are secret and/or only on the drawing board.
He let out a breath as he crashed back against the bed, as spent as he always was after a tryst with her. She worked him, tested him, and controlled him. He did the same for her, if the heavy breathing from his left side was any indication. It was always a marathon with the two of them, never a sprint.
He pushed himself from the bed first, sliding on his briefs while moving towards the patio door. He stepped into the cool night and lit a cigarette at the same time, a habit of his she hated but she had no say in. She had no control over him outside of the bed. He turned and leaned against the railing, watching her chest rise and fall quickly, still swimming in the euphoria.
She glanced his way as she finally pushed herself from the bed, blue eye catching gray before she stood and turned away. He watched her move to collect her clothing, her golden hair surrounding her like the aura of a goddess. She was perfect, a thought that never escaped him. She looked back at him one more time before she slipped into his bathroom and shut the door.
The shower started and he took another slow drag of his cigarette, turning to look over the city. She'd be finished and dressed before he was done with his cigarette. She always was.
And she was. He'd just dropped his cigarette butt in the ash tray when he turned to find her standing in the door way, gathering her long hair in a messy bun.
"Hungry?" he breathed, his eyes wondering back over the small, revealing dress that she'd worn that evening. He felt himself smile, the familiar feeling rustling inside of him. He could go with her over and over again.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" she smirked, dropping her hands to her hips.
"I wouldn't dare."
She let out a short laugh and shook her head, "I should get going. He'll be home soon."
"Can't keep the man of the house waiting," he drawled sarcastically and she glared. He smirked in return.
"We didn't use a condom again," she stated off-handedly.
"You're on birth control?"
"Yeah."
"You've been tested?"
"Yeah."
"You use one with him?"
"Yeah."
"And anyone else?"
She glared again.
"Okay," he shrugged. They'd been at this so long now and a condom had only come into the picture when he had.
Her glare intensified. He'd angered her. He always did. What brought them back here, brought her back here, time after time was beyond him. He was sure it'd stop when she fell in love, or said she did, and she did seem more devoted to this guy than any other he'd seen her with during their long friendship. Regardless, it'd taken a matter of months for the novelty to wear off and her to be back. A year later and she still came back. Like clockwork.
"And you?" she asked, her arms crossed.
"Mmm," he hummed. "I'm not on birth control."
"Khaled."
"Minako, of course I do," he pushed off the railing, approaching her quickly and twirling a loose strand of hair around his finger. "Five years and you still don't trust me."
She huffed in response, spinning on her heels and heading to the door, "I should be there before his plane lands."
"Tell Ryo I said hello," he called after her, earning one final glare before she left the apartment.
He gave an airy laugh. He loved to see her angry, tortured. She'd have done the same if the positions were swapped. She had done the same on the one occasion that Khalid had found someone he was mildly interested in dating. That lasted less than a month before he found himself outside her door, his hands beginning to roam before she'd even invited him. He'd had more pity for the poor girl he'd been seeing. It only lasted another two months before he broke it off.
Whatever she felt for this guy, this Ryo, it wasn't enough for her to stop showing up at his doorstep, already trembling with anticipation. And vice versa. She'd never leave Ryo, at least not for him. Not that it mattered. He didn't want her that way. He never had. Feelings, love, none of that had ever mattered between the two of them. He just wanted to feel her squirming underneath him. She wanted to turn him to putty in her hands.
He had since the moment they'd met. The spark had been instant. Not ten minutes after their eyes had met, they were behind the club kissing, grasping, panting until a bouncer walked around back and chased them off, their laughs filling the narrow ally. He continued to want her that way and she him, multiple times a week. Sometimes multiple times a day.
Ryo or not be damned. She was his and she always would be. They both knew that.
They ran in the same group of friends, that's how they'd met. Her best friend had been dating his, the two now married. The rest of the group naturally paired off as well, eventually settling down. They didn't. They wanted to have fun, they wanted to touch, they wanted to sin.
Since they had the same group of friends, he'd met Ryo on many occasions. He was nice man. He had a steady job, which luckily for Khaled called for him to be away for days, occasionally weeks, on end. He provided for her, doted on her, loved her. They probably even had great sex, made love instead of just frantically fucking.
At first, when they first got together and he wasn't sleeping with her as well, Khaled had cared less about the man. She would be back. She was always back. Though, as the weeks stretched into months, he began to doubt himself and her. As he was finally ready to let it go, she showed up at his door. It was the only time that the sex had seemed like a sprint. She was undoing his jeans, pulling up her skirt and jumping on him before he'd even registered who was at the door. They quickly turned it into a marathon, unleashing the energy stored from the last three months.
Now that he had her back in his bed, Ryo had become more of an evil game to him. He gave her looked and made comments that were only veiled just enough to keep the poor man in the dark. He even touched her on occasion, subtly in passing, 'accidently' while reaching, or under the table where than man couldn't see. She always got so angry, so flustered. The sex was always better the next time they met. Ryo never seemed to notice or at least didn't let onto it.
Their friends did. And, their friend's complained, argued, begged them to stop. Especially Khaled. Poor Ryo deserved a break. She should break up with him or they should stop what they were doing. Or, Khaled should at least stop dangling it out in front of Ryo. But Ryo had upped the game, the stakes, the prizes.
Khaled did't know what drove their desire but he'd never questioned it and neither had she. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that they wanted each other. And, they'd have it.