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Author's Notes: So here's the second chapter. Chapter borders on M. Thank you so much for your reviews!

Chapter Two: Last Friday Night

"You're horny."

Tokiya tilted his head to the side and considered her for a moment. "Well, that is true," he admitted nonchalantly before stabbing his spoon into the bowl of ice cream in front of him.

They had gone back to the apartment after the movie, with Tokiya not saying a word to her the entire time as if he was allowing her to ruminate things on her own. Now here they were, sitting across each other on the kitchen counter with a bowl of strawberry ice cream between them.

"You and Yuna have been going at it like rabbits –don't deny it, we have thin walls- when you two were together. You must be going through-mmph-" Fuuko was cut off by a spoonful of ice cream that suddenly found its way into her mouth. She winced at the unexpected cold invasion.

"Good, isn't it?" Tokiya said playfully before helping himself to another spoon.

Fuuko glared at him before swallowing. "Stop distracting me with ice cream," she admonished. "Back to what I was saying, you're obviously suffering from some sort of sexual withdrawal and you've reached your boiling point and just couldn't hold it in anymore."

Tokiya put down the spoon in his hand and stared at her as if she had grown another head. "I'm not sure if I should be insulted for you or myself. You've basically inferred that I'm some sort of Neanderthal who has no control of his basic urges and chooses to objectify and take advantage of one of my closest friends."

Fuuko tried not to look sheepish. "I've been told I'm pretty hot. Overbearingly so," she joshed.

He looked a bit pissed for a moment before schooling his face once more to its usual impassive expression. "So that's it, huh? I'm just horny."

"Yup," she said, drumming her fingers on the marble counter.

"Does that mean you were horny too?"

Fuuko choked on her spit as all the blood in her system rushed to her cheeks. She clumsily got off the stool and quickly walked around the counter. "I think I'm going to sleep now, late night, real tired," she said in a squeaky tone and put a hand over her mouth as she feigned a yawn.

As she passed Tokiya, he grabbed her around her waist and before she could protest he was kissing her. Again. Holy guacamole this guy was relentless.

When he had finally let her go she felt as if the ground was spinning underneath her. She willed her eyes to focus on his face. He was grinning so smugly down at her.

"You said it yourself. I'm horny and you're unbearably hot," he said cheekily. He placed a tender kiss on the side of her neck. "Sweet dreams, Fuuko," he whispered next to her ear before turning around and heading to the stairs, leaving her in the kitchen.

To clean up. Ooh, that sneaky bastard.

…

He was driving her nuts.

Fuuko was quite certain Tokiya Mikagami had lost his mind. He was being exceptionally attentive and sweet to her. Not that he was mean to her before but he had certainly never gone out of his way to do something nice for her.

It started out with a book. She found a neatly gift wrapped book on her bed, in the center of her duvet with a small post it that had Tokiya's elegant handwriting. It simply said, 'In case you get bored again and I'm not around, this would be a good way to pass the time.' She tried not to read too much into the fact that it was a novel by one of her favorite authors and a title she had not read yet. Pure coincidence, she told herself.

The other day she was frantically reviewing for her Sociology class. Books and notes were strewn all over her bed and her hair frizzing up like a bitch. Then he comes sauntering in, looking impeccably groomed, with lunch. Oh, not just lunch, he brought her lunch from Carpacio, her favorite Italian restaurant, that she rarely gets to eat since she was a poor college student and living off financial aid. Then he offered to do her laundry. She hated laundry so she didn't even think twice about saying yes.

This morning he made her breakfast. She ambled into the kitchen at eight in the morning and prayed to God that they still had some cocoa puffs left but was pleasantly greeted with Tokiya in a pink, frilly apron. He had already set a plate of bacon, eggs and pancakes and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for her. When Domon asked where his was Tokiya promptly gave him the finger. Fuuko ate quietly and tried to ignore the inquisitive stares coming from Yanagi.

And now here he was standing just outside her classroom door, two cups of coffee in his hand.

"Hey," he greeted amiably as he walked up to her.

Fuuko blinked up at him like a confused puppy.

"How'd your test go?" he asked as he offered her coffee.

"Are you on drugs?"

Tokiya chuckled and shook his head at her as if she were a precocious child. He proffered the coffee once more and she took it. Once his hand was free he took her bag from her and slipped it on his shoulder. He put a hand on her lower back and guided her towards the exit.

From the corner of her eye Fuuko spied Yuna Kobayashi wearing something particularly slutty. She frowned, she didn't know Yuna that well but was quite certain she had better taste than that. She averted her gaze when Yuna had noticed them walking by.

"I have a proposition for you," Tokiya said conspiratorially, seemingly unaware of the presence of his ex-girlfriend, "how about we catch a light dinner and then get some free drinks at the Beta Theta Pi mixer after?"

Beta Theta Pi was Tokiya's fraternity. They were a bunch of scholastic nerds and Tokiya fit right in.

"I'm invited?" Fuuko asked disbelievingly. They were also a bunch of elitist snobs.

"Well, you're with me so it shouldn't be an issue," he said with a shrug.

"I guess, yeah, I'm not doing anything anyway." She somehow had a feeling she was going to regret this later.

…

"I thought you said this was casual?" Fuuko asked with a scowl.

Tokiya took her hand in his as he pulled her inside the frat house. "It is."

"All the women are in cocktail dresses," she stated sardonically. She felt horribly self-conscious in her denim mini-skirt, tank top and red cardigan.

"They're overdressed," he answered without a hint of irony. He turned to her and gave her a sincere smile. "You look gorgeous, Fuuko. Don't worry so much."

Fuuko blushed at his open compliment. "Whatever, I need a drink."

He grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

As the mixer went on, Fuuko found herself sitting comfortably on a couch beside Tokiya surrounded by some of his fraternity brothers. He had one arm wrapped casually around her shoulder while his free hand held onto a bottle of beer. She wanted so much to tease him about how he'd been nursing that same bottle for three hours now but wasn't quite sure if that would go over well with his fratmates, who were essentially strangers to her.

It was odd to see Tokiya engage in friendly banter with people outside of their small group. But she supposed he had changed a lot over the years. He wasn't just Tokiya, the reclusive Ensui master, anymore. He had lived in the frat house for a year before Team Hokage joined him in university. Of course he was going to form bonds with them and with other people too.

Fuuko knew it was irrational but she somewhat felt jealous that there are people out there who knew Tokiya Mikagami in a way that she didn't. At that moment she felt a prickle on her neck. She turned around just in time to see his ex-girlfriend seemingly staring at her.

Fuuko put a hand on Tokiya's thigh to get his attention. She stretched her neck up and whispered in his ear, "Your ex is here," and cocked her head towards Yuna's direction.

Tokiya subtly looked at the spot where Yuna was before looking once more at Fuuko. "Yeah, I heard she's dating one of my upperclassman fratmates," he said casually.

"Oh."

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and softly kissed her temple. "You want another drink?" he asked, eyeing the empty martini glass.

Fuuko groaned and shook her head. "No more drinks, I'm getting kind of dizzy."

He frowned. "Why didn't you say something earlier? You want to lie down for a bit? There's a guestroom upstairs."

Before she could answer Tokiya had turned to the burly looking senior sitting on the wingback chair adjacent to them. "Touya, can I borrow the master key? I'm just going to take Fuuko up to rest for a while, she's a bit dizzy."

Touya waggled his eyebrows as he handed Tokiya a gold key attached to a black, silk ribbon. "You sure you going to let her rest up there?"

Fuuko restrained herself from punching Touya in the face. She was pretty sure she could take him. Hell, she could beat up everyone in this entire house with one hand tied behind her back. Is that the martini talking?

Tokiya just shook his head and snickered. "Get your head out of the gutter." He turned to Fuuko once more. "I'm just going to get you some water and we'll go up, okay?"

Fuuko nodded and watched him leave. On his way back, she saw Tokiya stop to chat with Yuna. She couldn't explain intense coiling in her stomach. Suddenly she didn't feel so dizzy anymore.

Tokiya led her up the wide spiral staircase, his hand linked with her the entire time. She wondered if he even cared how this would look to an outsider. Nah, this was Tokiya, he probably didn't give a shit.

Tokiya turned down one dimly lit hallway that had dark mahogany doors lined up about three meters away from each other. He stopped in front of the third door and expertly slipped the master key in the keyhole. The lock opened with a soft click and he pushed the heavy door in with ease.

Fuuko followed him inside and watched as Tokiya switched a single lamp by the night table, it's soft light casting a yellow glow around the room, before turning down the bed and lifting the duvet. He motioned for her to slip in. She removed her shoes and her cardigan before sliding under the duvet and resting her head on the pillow.

She had expected Tokiya to go back down to the party but instead he went and lay down behind her. Maybe she should've brought pepper spray? What was she talking about? She'd just break his arm if he tried anything. Maybe. Damn martinis are messing with her brain.

Fuuko felt Tokiya's hand softly combing her hair, his fingers gently running through her scalp. She couldn't suppress the satisfied moan bubbling out of her mouth.

"Feel good?" he whispered next to her ear. She could feel his warmth down the length of her back.

She could only hum her approval.

"You didn't eat much at dinner. I shouldn't have let you drink," he said regrettably.

"Shut up, Mi-chan, you're not my keeper," she admonished half-heartedly.

He snickered but continued stroking her hair, seemingly content in just touching her. Her eyes had fluttered close when she felt him wrap an arm around her waist as he buried his nose on the nook of her shoulders.

"You smell really good, you know?"

It didn't really seem like much of a question so she just bit her lip. Is this the part where she was going to break his arm?

"You always smell so fresh, even after a battle or after we've been out on the field for days without a chance for a shower. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to just stick my nose in your neck to smell you," he said as he slipped his other arm between her hips and the bed. He pulled her closer to him, molding her back against his front until she could feel all his hard muscles. Seriously, all of them.

Now would be a really good time to break his arm.

"You smell really good here," he said as he placed an open mouthed kiss on the spot just under her ear before licking it. "Taste good too."

Arm breaking should occur any moment now.

Tokiya tilted her head upwards so he could kiss the soft skin below her chin.

Oh, who was she kidding? There would be no arm breaking going on tonight

Fuuko put a hand under his chin and guided him towards her lips. Their mouths met softly at first, moist lips leisurely gliding against each other as if they were testing each other's texture. He gradually increased the pressure of his mouth on hers and she met him every step of the way.

Tokiya moved over Fuuko as she moved to lie down on her back. His comforting weight settled over her body, their lips still locked in a heated kiss. His hands ran down her thigh and coaxed her to wrap her legs around his hips. He rocked against her soft body, letting her feel the things she could do to him. His lips moved down the column of her neck and stopped to lave the skin right above the base of her throat.

"You're going to have to tell me to stop," he groaned huskily, warm puffs of air coming out of his mouth.

"What?" she muttered before moaning once more as Tokiya pressed his erection against her clothed core.

"How far are you going to let me go, Fuuko?" he murmured seductively as he slipped his hands underneath her shirt and squeezed her breasts.

"Far?" She sounded drunk to her own ear.

"How far?" he asked again almost desperately as fingers slipped under her bra and twisted her nipples.

"Oh god," she moaned aloud, completely forgetting her composure.

Tokiya bit her shoulder as if trying to control himself. "You have to tell me to stop, Fuuko. You have no idea how badly I want you right now," he groaned, breathing heavily between each word.

And she almost, almost gave in when the flood of fluorescent light hit her like a douse of cold water.

They heard sharp gasp and both heads turned only to find Yuna in her mini cocktail dress, eyes wide open and a hand covering her gaping mouth. Tokiya's weight was suddenly off Fuuko and she frenetically righted her clothes.

"Oh God, I am so sorry!" Yuna cried, embarrassment lining her voice before she fled the room so hurriedly she couldn't even bother to close the door.

Fuuko looked towards Tokiya's face and watch the play of emotions in his eyes, his horrified expression quickly descending into one of regret.

"You jerk!" she cried suddenly.

Tokiya turned to her. "What's wrong?" he asked, seemingly confused.

Fuuko waved her hands agitatedly. "I can't believe I was starting to believe this was real."

"Fuuko, what are you talking about?" he asked worriedly as he reached out to touch her arms.

She slapped them away, the sting of her hands making him wince. "You were using me to make her jealous!" She quickly stepped out of the bed and haphazardly gathered her shoes and cardigan from the floor.

"Fuuko, no!"

Tokiya moved to follow her. "Come on, just let me explain!"

She shook her head and punched his arm. "Don't talk to me! I really don't like you right now!"

Before he could catch her she ran out of the room. He chased after her but she refused to turn around. They weren't just friends, they were life and death friends and having him betray her like that felt worse than any torture Mori Koran himself could've done to her. She knew they made quite a scene, with her rushing through the party and out of the house with no shoes on while he was hot on her heels calling her name but she didn't really give a rat's ass. She wanted nothing more than to get away from him.

Fuuko refused to open the door to her room even as he pled and begged for her to let him in until he either finally gave up or passed out outside her door. She didn't really care. Because for the first time in her life she was crying over a boy.

To be continued…

End notes: The last chapter is up next. Thanks for reading and please tell me what you think!