Chapter 2: Fun and Games

"Hikaru-san!" Natsu called, leaning against the brick wall of the hallway.

Hikaru turned and did a double-take. He gawked at her chest-hugging top and leather pants. "Oh, uh, is that you, Kyoko-chan? I thought you weren't coming to work today."

She giggled. "Oh, I'm not here for work." She walked towards him. "There's just someone here I have some unfinished business with. Fuwa Sho is here, right?"

"Uh, yeah. He's in the dressing room Natsumi-san used last week. Do you want me to take you?"

"No. He's expecting me. Maybe next time, 'kay?" She winked and his heartbeat sped up. "See you." She flashed him a smile and strode away. He gazed after her, still unable to absorb that outfit.


Sho was lounging on the black suede sofa in his dressing room, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was wearing an open black leather jacket, revealing his bare chest, and a pair of faded gray jeans. There was a light knock at his door. Heaving a sigh, he sat up and slowly lumbered towards the door. His foot connected with something solid and heavy and he lurched forward. His hand fell on the handle and the door tore open. He fell head-long into the hallway, on top of someone. Feeling like a complete idiot, he pushed himself off of whoever it was so he could see their face. Natsu stared back at him.

"Sho…." she noted, her face blank. "That hurt," she informed him.

"Oh, sorry Kyoko. What are you doing here?" he asked, standing up.

She stayed on the floor, lying on her back. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she put her hands behind her head, smiling at him alluringly. "How about you guess?" He stood completely still, too surprised to move. She sighed. "Too scared? Alright, will you let me come in?"

"Ky-Kyoko?" he stammered. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders. Grinning mischievously, she pushed him back into his room, using her foot to gently close the door behind them. He tripped over his shoe again and stumbled backwards. Taking advantage of his disorientation, Natsu pushed him back a little more so he was forced to sit on the couch with her in his lap. "Is something wrong, Sho? You look a little…uncomfortable," she observed, bringing her lips just inches from his and loosening his jeans. "How about I fix that?" she suggested in a whisper.

"Uh, hey, Kyoko—what—?" He leaned away from her but she followed him, forcing him to lie down with her straddling his waist in those tight leather pants, leaving no means of escape. Much to her amusement, he began to harden.

"What's the matter, Shotaro?" she purred, kissing the exposed skin under the button of his jeans. "Do you want"—she pressed her lips just above his belly button, and planted a trail of kisses up to the hollow of his collarbone—"a taste?" she breathed into the side of his neck. Warm shivers ran down his spine.

He moaned and reached for her, but she grabbed his hand and brought his palm to her lips. "Ah-ah-ah…." she chided. "I'm not just some easy girl you can pawn kisses from so casually, Sho. Not anymore." She kissed the center of his palm, then the inside of his wrist. "Do you want to see what I could do to you, little Sho?" she whispered, pushing her other hand down his pants. She began to rub him there, feeling him grow firmer and firmer.

He groaned. "Yes! Yes, I want to!"

She released his hand and leaned over him again, her lips slightly parted. "Then beg."

"Kyoko, please," he whimpered.

A dark smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she leaned in even further. As soon as his eyes closed, her lips darted to his cheek and planted a feathery kiss on his cheekbone. Laughing, she leaped off of him and over to the door. "Sorry, little Sho, but you're just too plain and boring for me," she informed him regretfully. Letting out another peal of laughter, she slipped out of the room, leaving a stunned and very excited Sho behind.

"That was fun," she mused, walking down the hallway, "but I think I can do better." She smirked. "And I know just who with."


Back at his modeling shoot, Ren sneezed.

"You aren't getting a cold again, are you?" Yashiro asked nervously.

"No, of course not," he assured him, smiling easily.

"And you're sure you don't want to check on Kyoko?" He frowned at Ren's polite smile.

Ren nodded. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was go back to his apartment and sleep. Besides, it was dangerous being around Kyoko when she was like this. "The doctor says the best thing we can do is give her some rest." Something about that did worry him, though. Natsu didn't seem like the type to rest.

The entire drive home he daydreamed about his bed. But when he opened the door to his apartment it became apparent that he wasn't going to be able to get much sleep.

A pair of leather pants was draped over his sofa and a girl's shirt lay crumpled on his floor. Shit. He recognized them. "Mo-mogami-san…?" he called hoarsely.

"In here, Tsuruga-san."

His mouth went dry. Her voice was coming from his room. "Mogami-san, you need to go home."

"Come and get me."

"Mogami-san…! I'm not going to play any games with you."

"Aw, what's the matter, Tsuruga-san? You sound a little scared," she goaded. "You're not going to stay out there all night, are you?"

As much as he hated to admit it, she had a point. He needed to get her back home before the okami-san noticed she was gone. It would cause trouble for both of them if anyone found out she was here…like this. He advanced towards the door. Steeling himself, he turned the knob and swung it open.

Natsu was lying on top of his bed in a lacy black bra and matching thong. Princess Rosa dangled from her neck, sparkling in the soft light. She noted the open hunger that rose into his dark eyes just a second before he could mask it. Hastily, he grabbed her shirt off the floor and tossed it to her. "Put some clothes on, please."

She considered the shirt for a moment, then set it aside and stood up, turning a 360 in front of him. "What's the matter, Tsuruga-san? Don't you like it?" His eyes wandered over her bare skin of their own accord, pausing to admire the curve of her breasts and smooth flatness of her stomach. "Hm…maybe you'd like it better if I took this thing off?" she mused, reaching for the clasp of her bra. In slow motion, he watched her gently unhook it. He couldn't breathe.

"Stop!" he yelped breathlessly, closing the distance between them and grabbing the open strap.

"Oh, would you like to do the honor?" she teased, but frowned when he didn't budge. "Tsuruga-san, don't be so boring. Let go." When he still didn't move she sighed and chose a different tactic. She leaned backwards, forcing him to let go of the back of her bra in order to keep her from falling. He grabbed onto her sides and her bra fluttered away from her breasts. He blushed furiously, not sure what to do.

"Mo-Mogami-san, please. You're sick. You're not thinking straight."

She laughed at the nervous look in his eyes and straightened herself. Once she was upright she slid the straps of her bra off of her arms and turned around to face him. It took all the willpower he had to keep his eyes from drifting over her near-naked body. "I feel fine," she informed him, smiling that evil smile. "Better than ever."

She took one of his hands and cupped it around her breast, then guided his mouth down to hers. He stood very still, not quite able to pull away, even when her tongue thrust between his lips. Her kisses were hard, urgent, hungry. Like she would devour him any second if he wasn't careful. "Kiss me back," she coaxed breathlessly. "Come on. You want to. Just kiss me back." She squeezed his hand around her breast and pressed herself up against him, molding herself into his body. She ran her hand down his stomach then set to work on his belt.

He pulled away. "Mogami-san, if you keep doing this I'm not going to be able to stop," he pleaded.

She grinned darkly. "That's the idea." She kissed him even more eagerly to the point where he began kissing her back almost out of self-defense. Then he was kissing her everywhere, running the tip of his tongue down her neck, over her nipples. His hands trailed down her back, caressed her breasts. She inhaled sharply. "Why, Tsuruga-san," she sighed, her breath tickling his neck, "you are a very naughty sempai." She laughed and laced her fingers into his hair. His pants formed a tent.

Greedily, he pulled off her thong and lifted her onto his bed. The sheets felt like water on her bare skin. "It's my first time so…be gentle." She yanked off his jeans and was about to do the same to his underwear, but he stopped her.

"No," he sighed. "It's not going to happen like this."

Her face froze. "What? Why?" She tried to pull him on top of her, but he gently pushed her away.

"You're not Mogami-san." He kissed her again, but without the urgency from before. It was only so he could remember what she tasted like in case he never got the chance again.

She smiled coolly. "I told you, I'm fine. Really Tsuruga-san, you over think things."

"Go home."

She wrapped her gloriously bare legs around his waist. "I'm not going anywhere."

He couldn't take this anymore. The Demon Lord broke through his polite mask and glared down at her. For the first time, Natsu actually felt fear. Slowly, she released him and stood up. "I didn't really want to fuck you anyway," she informed him coldly, snatching up her bra and panties and walking out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Ren rolled his eyes and covered his face with his hands. She'd better not have been doing this with all kinds of guys today. He doubted they'd have had the same level of self-control.


A woman with straight black hair and piercing brown eyes watched Natsu stride out of Ren's apartment building in her leather pants and sexy top. Grinning greedily, the woman snapped three pictures of the young actress and darted away quickly before Natsu could notice.

Looked like she was going to get her raise after all.


A/N: This may or may not be the only chapter that really needs the "M" rating. I haven't decided yet. Haha, don't you just love Natsu?