"Russ?"

"Yes, sweet'ums?"

"All three of you have had sex?"

"Well, of course. It's different for me and the lot'o'em of them, but yes. Why?"

Noodle took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. Her head dropped low, looking down at her lap where her hands lay palms-up. "I haven't I've decided to follow in my culture from living in Osaka. I'm not stupid when it comes to it, but—" Her brain was catching up to what her mouth was saying. In her mind, she had to think of what to say, then translate it to english before speaking, so sometimes she had to take time to think things through.

"But what?" She felt his hand rest against her back and rub up and down like the fatherly-way he always was with her.

"But I am feeling like… くそ (Kuso)… I feel like I should just lose my hopes and traditions because I'll never achieve them."

"And what might that be? And I know what that means by now, you know." He spoke with a smirk. She elbowed his side and smiled for a brief moment. Her face became serious then, back to thinking.

"To save until marriage, to have a happy family, and grow up and old with someone. It's a dream for a lot of Japanese women I know. Hell, it's what I want, but…" She looked up at him from her lap finally, finding a comforting solace in his eyes as he watched and waited for her patiently. "... What if I never get that? That I'll never get that home-life and follow what my culture was? And don't get me wrong, I love being with you and Toochie, and even Murdoc sometimes—sometimes, I emphasize. But what about the other half?"

Russel looked at her, searching her face for a long moment, before sighing heavily. "I was that way too. My hopes were high when I got married. I'd only ever had sex with one other girl before my once-wife. I saved for the life of me, and wanted only her, but then the… accident happened, and those dreams were crushed. Hadn't had me a sex or love interest since, and I don't think I ever will. And what I say to you is this—" He put one big finger in the center of her collar bones, making her look down at his lingering finger. "—Don't give up on that. Not quite yet. You're a young and beautiful, twenty-six year old woman who is in her prime and able to get anybody she wants. Don't let this slip through your fingers like water. Your chance will come, and you'll move on to become a fantastic mother and wife." He then paused and removed his finger from her chest, then to her forehead, where he prodded his finger there over and over again. "And don't 'ya forget I'm still gonna be your father! 'Ya hear? I'm always gonna have first judge on any man in your life!"

She laughed and grabbed his thick wrist with both of her small hands, prying his fingers away with a wide smile, making her already slanted eyes more closed. "Alright, alright! Arigatō, papa." She sighed and crawled over to his side of the couch, opening her arms out to him like she was ten years old again.

"Baby girl, I can't be doin' this forever. You're grown, not tiny now." He rolled his eyes, but still moved as swiftly to scoop her up into his bear hug. She wrapped her arms around his body and buried her face into his chest, smiling so subtly as she did so. He always smelled good to her. A more Earthy, woodsy scent came off of him, and it was something she quite liked. On the contrary, she smelled like sweet peaches, something any of the members could smell catch a whiff of even if sitting on the same couch as her. He held his left hand on the back of her head, the other keeping her engulfed in his big body. She let her eyes flutter close and let herself relax into him. Russel looked up when he heard their front door close so quietly. He glanced to the clock in the livingroom as it read—

'12:49 am'

His eyes darted back to the two men trying to quietly walk down the hallway, but failed miserably. Russel cleared his throat loudly enough for them to hear, and the both of them froze up, slowly turning to face the scene before them. Russel was rubbing Noodle's back as small, yet silent tremors made her chest shake uncontrollably. Her hands were fisted into his shirt, weakly pulling it down in the slightest way. She didn't know when she had started to let her thoughts flood into a stone-wall and emotionless façade into his shirt, but she knew it came from her realization she may not ever get the one thing she always secretly wanted.

Thinking it in one's head was one thing, but admitting it aloud, it was completely different.

And trusting this into Russel, he became as the fierce father would be when his daughter was distraught.

2D felt his neck burn with heat, coming up to the back of his head and cheeks as he felt ashamed. His slow brain didn't register why, but he just felt ashamed. Murdoc just looked at the two of them with a stone-cold face, like usual though.

"'Ya look pretty fucked up, the two'o'ya. Care to—" He looked down to Noodle, who looked up at him, but didn't say a thing. "—You know what? I don't want to know what you did this time. But just go upstairs. Now." The two of them scrambled up the stairs and Russel listened until he heard their doors close and no noise was present, no scurrying was heard.

Nothing.

Russel had well taught them to not mess with him when he was in this sort of state he currently resided in. It was hard to explain, but the two got the non-verbal hint anyways.

His eyes softened as he looked back down at her. She was still looking up at him, her eyes slightly red from a bit of exhaustion starting to take her over. He shook his head and stood up, picking her up bridal style carefully and carried her up the stairs slowly, reaching her room and closing the door most of the way with the back of his heel.

Her eyes were drifting open and close, open and close, fighting the heavy exhaustion threatening to make her fall asleep while being carried like a child.

"Let's head us to bed, yeah? I think we could both use some good ol' shuteye." He looked around her immaculate room and found her bed perfectly made. He walked her on over and laid her down on her bed softly. He went ahead and grabbed her blanket, pulling it over her body to her chin, then laying a kiss on her forehead. "Get some rest, yeah? It's late enough." He then rubbed her shoulder once more, before turning and getting to her door. He clicked her light off and walked out of her room, fully closing her door then.

It felt good to get those things off her chest, sure, but she didn't think he fully understood where she was coming from. Her head was swimming with thoughts of dread as she pulled the pillow closer to her face, burying into it as she blocked all of it out.

2D found his way out of his room quietly and walked down the hallway, his head now a little more cleared up from all the booze he had taken into his system. He didn't quite remember much from the evening spent out, but he did know that nobody made advances to him. No women wanting sex at the bar, and no men picking a good old fashioned bar fight with an odd-one-out like himself. His void-like eyes scanned the hallway until he reached the stairs, going from the second floor to the third floor of their little house. The third floor held only Noodle's room and her bathroom, while the three men were all on the second floor.

It was the perfect opportunity.

He got to the second floor staircase, taking two silent steps at a time with his extremely long legs, until he found himself on the third floor. He then paused and ruffled at his blue hair with a wide yawn, before finishing his little journey to Noodle's door.

He knocked quietly on it a couple of time, waiting for an answer that didn't come. He then took the handle and jiggled it open, letting the dim hallway light enter her room. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, double checking himself with all his movements to stay silent. He turned back around to see Noodle lay there in her bed, curled up in a tight ball around her pillows. She looked like a lot of things were bothering her, and he could assume that she most likely wasn't getting anywhere with sleep. Keeping this in mind, he shuffled his feet over to her, and once next to her bedside, crouched on his knees to be level with her partially-sleeping form. He took his big hand and smoothed down her arm, licking his very dry lips.

"'Ey, Noods." He said softly, feeling her stir under his hand. There wasn't anymore movement for a long pause. He then ran his hand down her arm again and again, until she moved about again, this time waking up.

"Stu…?" She asked softly, turning from her position to look over her other side. Sure enough, she saw his face in the darkness, noticing how he was searching her groggy-self for any sign of life. She turned completely over then, sitting herself upright in her bed. His eyes followed her as she shifted around, unable to stop looking at her sleepy-self.

"Mhm, 's me." Before he could say anything else, she gripped him by the shirt on his back and pulled him up. He was now sitting up straight on his knees instead of being scrunched down, giving her a good angle to kneel on the edge of her bed to embrace him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his torso and buried her face into his shoulder, his scent finding its way inside of her system. He smelled strongly of tobacco, oakwood, and leather. To her, he smelled irresistible. It was a comfort to her when she had the singer around to hold. Murdoc would murder anybody who lay a finger on her, Russ would be there to have conversation with when she needed to, but 2D—

They didn't need words between one another. It was always different between the two of them since she can first remember interacting with him. She could take one glance at him, his warm and opening face, which can sometimes look zombie-like due to his medications, and her emotions would unravel. Whether it be due to stress over a new album, demons haunting her dreams and nagging her in the back of her mind, or the like, she could let her smiles get lost in the wind and let her fleeting emotions tumble out in one go. Even though he may be different in the head than the latter of the three, she loved him the most. She cared for him the most out of them all.

He seemed to freeze up with a shocked expression on his face at first, not expecting her to just jump to tightly embracing him, but he let his body do the rest before he could let his brain catch up. His lanky arms entangled her to him, one hand holding the back of her head to where she was. He slowly felt his shirt get damp, and felt her chest shudder with heaving breaths and hiccups—she was crying.

Noodle felt numb, felt anything but human emotions, foreign feelings engulfing her system now and again. When around 2D, though, she could cry, she could laugh and mean it, and all in between. She always felt different from the rest, but with the singer, she felt the same as him—alive and human.

2D rocked her back and forth, resting his chin on the crown of her head, breathing evenly for her. He took deep breaths in, held them in for a couple of seconds, then released it slowly. He did this in the hopes that her body would react by doing the same thing—like falling into the same step as someone automatically when walking. Long minutes passed as he was patient with her, until he felt her begin to even out her breathing like he hoped. Five minutes after she started a small crying fit, she was in sync with his breaths. He lifted her tear-stained face up from his damp shoulder and gave her his toothy grin.

She swallowed hard, seeing her favorite smile in the whole world. She moved one hand from his back, gliding her fingers up his back, up the shape of his shoulder blade, around the curvature of his throat, to the corner of his lips. She saw him open his eyes and his lips slightly in a curious way, shivering as he felt her slim finger make a line from the corner of his lips, all the way to his earlobe. She had her lips parted too, soft and full and luscious, delicious even. Her fingers then went from his ear, to cup his cheek, letting her thumb touch and smooth over the crease of the outer edge of his eye. He gave in to her hand and nuzzled it with his cheek, using one hand to lay overtop of hers. She looked at his hand, studying all she could of the small details she could find. Her eyes then moved their gaze to his deep black eyes, the same moment his opened and looked down into her slanted green ones.

There was a long silence, their breaths being the only audible thing between them both. Then, just like that, she swallowed again, her breath hitching as she felt his lips brush hers like a butterfly's wings touching one's skin. She closed what little space was left and kissed him with ease, just letting the feel of his lips against hers sink into her mind.

He felt he could kiss her forever and never get sick of it. She tasted sweet, she felt soft, and she felt warm. No woman could even begin to compare how gentle and passionate she was with someone such as himself. She pulled away from his lips, but barely centimeters away. She felt his hot breath fan against her lips, making her shiver slightly in his slowly-tightening grasp on her.

"You know something?" She began.

"Mh?" A small noise in question, but enough for her to continue.

"I've not wanted to give away my last drop of innocence for the longest time. My mind and soul are rotten and wretched, and this is the last thing keeping me at least decent." She gazed down her chest for a moment, his eyes doing the same to follow hers, before coming back up respectfully. "And, frankly, I've lost hope for having a family for the most part, because the person I like enough might not want the same thing as I."

He took in a sharp breath, holding the virgin even tighter. "An' who be that?" He asked almost too quietly for his taste.

She looked up at him with a quick flick of her eyes, taking in a deep breath before admitting everything with one word in a whisper against his lips. "You."

He took in a sharp breath, his brain short-circuiting in the process. "An' I am filth 'cuz I threw it 'way 'long ago. So why you be wantin' someone like me?"

"I don't know. All I know is I feel alive when I'm around you—" She took the hand on his cheek and pressed it over her heart, against her chest. "—I feel whole. Every time I could see or hear your bringing some groupie with you to bed, I felt a small piece of me break away. Every. Damn. Time." Her voice never raised from a murmur, but more emotion than she hoped come through, did sneak its way up. "It made me realize I should give up on holding on to nothing, but I had a small piece in the back of my mind screaming at me to stay. To stay in the hopes that it would turn around. But three-fourths of my brain knew it'd never be true." She paused for a long moment. "ごめんなさい (Gomen'nasai)…"

He scrambled in his mind to put together a sentence. "Why're 'ya sorry?"

"Because you're taking in so much at once. It should be completely different from you than from me, and I shouldn't thrust my feelings against you and all you know." She looked away from him, over her shoulder, and out the window to the bustling city a distance away. Before she could stay that way for very long, she felt his nose nudge her cheek until she was facing him again.

"An' 'ya mean that, Noods?" He asked in a serious tone she'd only ever heard him use in his songs. Her heart dropped at the sound of it.

Did I fuck up…? She thought hurriedly. "... はい (Hai). Every word."

He searched her eyes graciously, determinedly. "Then let me make up for the long wait." He said softly before everything came undone. His lips pressed eagerly against hers, scooping her up in one, swift motion, before climbing on the bed with her. He cradled her in the process, her arms circling around his neck, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist for security. He laid her on her soft, full-sized mattress, hovering himself over her perfectly. Small noises escaped from her, but always swallowed up by his greedy lips. She shifted around under him, trying to stay close to every sharp edge on him, to keep meeting against her soft curves.

His hands were hesitant, stumbling slightly, as he touched the edge of her shirt. He, of all people, shouldn't be this way in bed—in fact, he should be much more confident in this moment!—but his body was acting like it was his first time all over again. Maybe it would be his first-time in something so serious as he was with him. His eyes slowly opened up, looking down into hers with a silent question. She nodded her permission to him, letting him do what he was wanting. His emotionless eyes shone with a glimmer, looking down at his own hands—filthy and unworthy of her—slide up her pristine and soft skin beneath her shirt. He groaned when his hands touched the underside of her breasts. Her breath hitched, her eyes closing as she bit her bottom lip, the anticipation killing her. He let his hands enveloped her breasts entirely, kneading her breasts slowly and so carefully, as if he was going to break her like glass. She shuddered at the feeling, letting out a quiet whimper in pleasure.

It was one thing to feel herself when alone, but to feel him touching her—

It was exhilarating!

She suddenly felt chilly, noting how he had pushed her shirt off of her in an instant. She widened her eyes at him, arching slightly to give him the room to do so. She watched every movement from his face as he suddenly let out a low groan while he studied her naked physique from the hips up. His mouth watered at the sight held before him. She was the thinnest woman he had in bed, but he had never felt more hot looking at someone until he laid eyes on her. She had been in his life this whole time and he never imagined he'd never feel this way for her.

This felt different.

"Gorgeous…" He murmured under his breath, leaning down to the center of her chest and gave a long, loving lick. "...So damn gorgeous." He finished with a long exhalation. She let out a trembling moan, her hands lacing into his blue locks. She suddenly felt warmth pooling at her core, her head throbbing with a need she felt new to. She assumed already what this need was—she just had never felt it before.

His languid licks found their way to her right breast. He found her nipple, saliva coating it generously. She reacted immediately, her body jerking upwards, covering her mouth with her hand so she didn't become loud enough to wake the other two downstairs, but he could make out her muffled moan. His lips latched onto her perk right nipple and sucked with such desire and need to be able to taste the woman beneath him.

He wanted to taste every part of her.

He wanted every part of her to be in his mouth, or at least enough to devour her whole.

His mind was rushing into a short-circuiting mess, making his body act on its own accord. His lips detached from her right nipple, licking his lips slowly for her to watch. "'Ya taste sweet, darlin'." He commented in a hushed, husky voice, before giving the same sucking-treatment to her left nipple. His hands had to quickly move to her hips to keep her in place—since she was squirming and arching a lot, her hips were grinding his already rock-hard member against her clothed warmth, he had to pin her down to stop her from causing him to just taking her already, even though it was only such a subtle motion.

Her mind was swimming in such a new sensation, so-much-so that she hadn't even realized she was a squirming mess. This feeling he gave her was so much better than she had imagined it to feel like. She let out heavy pants, her hands lacing into his spiked-up hair. She let out whimpers throughout the duration of his attacks. Her body began to get a light glimmer of sweat, her hands getting clammy as a sudden heat was washing over her room. It was as if their heavy breathing was already starting to cause the room to become extremely hot.

She let out a mix of noise, all sounding desperate nonetheless, before her hands pushed him by his shoulders. She got him far enough away so she could strip him of his shirt. He got the hint and helped her toss it away. A fair amount of their videos they made he was shirtless for something, so it wasn't a surprise to her what he looked like beneath, but it was a surprise to what he felt like.

She was getting a chance to touch his torso, which she never did before.

He felt rough, his skin scarred in some places, and soft in other places. It was a mix, and she couldn't find herself to stop kneading his skin. He groaned as her burning hot hands were roaming his torso, hunching his back upwards in response to her. Her green eyes searched his body slowly, until she met with his eyes staring up at her half-opened. He came back up to hover over her, using one hand to brush under her bangs. She hadn't trimmed them lately, so they were a little longer than normal. He let his hand glide underneath her bangs, brushing over her eyes and nose. She closed her eyes in reaction, before feeling the hair lift from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at him gently.

His heart sped up pace as he got his first chance, of hopefully many more, to study her face at such a close angle. Her almond-shaped eyes were a gorgeous green, vibrantly gazing back up at him with a glazed-over look. Her small nose and lush lips slightly parted looked completely different from the other women he had interest in—not that it was a bad thing or anything of that sort, he just noticed the small things like that in her. It felt different all around if he was being honest with himself. He was half naked with their guitarist, the youngest of the bunch, and was feeling her up as she was doing the same to him. He had been around her since she was little, and he was wanting to feel disgusted with himself, but—

Her hands wouldn't stop moving against him. They glided downwards a little lower than before, reaching the spot just above his low-waisted jeans, feeling the slight trail of blue hair he had. He bit out a low groan, his hips pushing up against her one hand.

"S… Stu-sama!" She breathed out against his shoulder, nipping against it slightly. "I-I can't stop touching you… You h-have to stop this if you don't w-want this… たい場合は、それを行う! (Tai baai wa, sore o okonau!)" She seemed, in the heat of a moment like this, lose herself to her native tongue, making 2D shudder when hearing it.

"No lil' luv," He began, his own hand sliding down her stomach, down to her pajama waistband. They were very loose on her body, assuming to himself it was something she mindlessly stole.

Damn the lot of them for being a bad example! He cursed in his head. "I on'y want what 'ye want, 'light? 'Ya know, this is 'bout what you want." His fingers fiddled with the bow she knotted together at the waistband, before slowly pulling at one end while he finished. "'Cus I know what I's 'ready want, which make me feel so dirty, but looking at you now…" His fingers unlaced the bow with a quick jerk of his hand. "... It seems 'ya want it too, yeh?" He let his voice have a purr to it, looking up from his fingers to her again.

He was going to let her make all of those choices.

She moaned so softly, nodding her head. Her head fell back against the pillow behind her, her hand diving beneath those damned jeans he wore, which separated him from her. He let his hand follow in suit, diving down beneath hers. He didn't wear anything under his jeans, and she wore a nice pair of black panties. He hissed out a breath as her hand met with his member, and all she could think about was having him in her—down her throat, in her hand, God forbid inside of her—she just wanted every glorious inch as hers. She wanted it inside of her!

She couldn't help herself as she pushed him by his shoulders with her other hand, her nails digging into the skin there. She earned his groan, making her want to hear more and more of that one noise. But she couldn't do much else, since she suddenly felt his hands grab hers from out of his pants, before holding them both together in one. He cursed under his breath while practically tearing her pajama bottoms off of her body. He also had her panties off in the same moment, tossing both useless items away from the both of them. He then dipped down between her thighs, his hands gripping the outside of her thighs to pull them apart for his fitting.

Her breath hitched hard, her body becoming even hotter. She just so desperately wanted him to fix the burning heat inside of her body. She wanted and needed—

He leaned in and gave the first lick, from her entrance, all the way up to her apex, and that's when she was gone. She knew there would be no going back after his first taste; and he knew damn well, too, that this was the undoing to his leash. He began to salivate at his first taste of her—as if he was looking at a plate of food he couldn't wait to devour—and he indeed was going to devour her completely, and savor her to a degree he never gave to another woman before.

He began his attack on her, suckling and nibbling, licking and savoring all she had to give to him. She was a hot mess on her bed, her wriggling hips making things harder for him to concentrate his tongue on one spot. He practically growled as he let his hands pin her down—one hand pressing her hips against the bed, the other against her inner thigh to keep her open for him.

So when his tongue finally found its way to her bundle of nerves, a flat tongue with broad strokes against it, she found it to be her quick undoing. Her back arched in a semi-violent way off of the mattress, her hands clinging to the sheets, as if she was falling off of the world she knew was turning blistering white. Her mouth was open as if a cry of pleasure was going to come out, but she made it so she kept silent for the men down below them.

But 2D didn't stop there.

No, his tongue kept attacking her heat, giving her now two, and then three, peaks in his time between her legs. When he felt satisfied at three, he gave her a soft kiss, before finding his way up her body. Now hovering over her, his jaw slack from being weak, he saw a very slight trail of drool down the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Her lips were parted wide as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes closed as her head buried to the side. Her body was quivering like a leaf, and it made her look absolutely hot.

He inwardly groaned, leaning down and pausing slightly in thought. He positioned his hips so his shaft was lined up with her entrance. He let out a heavy breath, one hand brushing against the underside of her chin. Her eyes fluttered open, but before she could turn her head, he licked that small trail of saliva from where it ended all the way up to the corner of her mouth. That's when his tongue slipped inside of her parted lips, at the same time as he thrusted up in one swift motion inside of her, buried to the hilt.

She was so happy he did that, because if his lips weren't against hers and his tongue basically choking her, her loud cry of pleasure and pain would have woken everybody up. Her hips arched up due to the sudden intrusion, and her already trembling thighs spasmed around his hips tightly. His poor back was getting scratched up due to her nails being not-so-forgiving against him. Though, he seemed to quite enjoy it in the moment, so he wasn't complaining.

He waited patiently as his beauty was relaxing, getting used to a new feeling such as this.

Suddenly, she took in a sharp breath before she slightly adjusted her hips, a sudden rush of pleasure overcoming her nerves. It seemed to have the same effect on the singer, because they both moaned out for one another—For 2D, it was because she was the tightest woman he'd ever felt before, and for her was because he was so deep inside of her, taking her to new heightened extremes.

As soon as she had moved her hips though, he didn't waste time in picking up a hard and fast pace. Her back was arching off of her mattress, her already sensitive body experiencing the friction of him against her. It was so pleasureful that it felt almost painfully good. The slightest touches of his hands sent hard shockwaves through her core, and she wept in great pleasure. He grinned at this and let his hands rub down to her lower stomach while he thrusted relentlessly. She took everything he had to give her, and gladly so, but his growing and sly smirk was driving her mad! She felt his lips curl up as he smirked, so she didn't even need to see that face to know what it looked like. But she wanted to see it for herself!

She forced her eyes open and pulled herself back from his lips to get a good look at his lust-filled eyes and needy look towards her.

He cursed inside of his head, not wanting to have her see his disgusting face.

"イケメン (Ikemen)..." She murmured to him gently, between each quiet moan and whimper she gave. Her thumbs rubbed against his cheeks, repeating herself again and again until he kissed her again with a passion unlike before. He didn't need to know what she was saying to understand what she was trying to say. He practically knew what she meant due to the nature of how she said the word.

But they had come to their finishing points, where Noodle was on her fourth peak, and 2D finally got to reach his pleasure. She forced her eyes to keep open so she could watch her new lover come undone inside of her. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth dropping open as he let out a quieted groan.

And when their ends were met, and when he pulled out of her, he laid beside her and pulled her close to his chest. She whimpered in acceptance and buried into his chest, taking in his heavy musk in slow and deep breaths. There was a really long while where they didn't say anything, but only basked in the glow of what they just did to one another.

"'D?"

"'Es, baby?"

She took in a deep breath. "Was this... " She didn't know how to say it into correct terms, but the way she couldn't look up into his eyes properly made him understand what she was trying to say.

"No." He said softly but firmly. His fingers pulled her chin so she looked up at him. He laid a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I woul'n' do 'at to 'ya. Neva'." He stated softer, looking down into her teary-eyed look. "D'ya see this?" He asked softly, tracing a spot just out of her field of vision against her neck.

"No." She said softly. "But I feel it. It's tender. I'm assuming it's a hickey."

"It's no' jus' a hickey. It's showin' I callin' 'ya mine. All mine." He kissed that spot just under her ear. "Tonight, I jus' gave 'ya meself 'ta have 'ya become me girlfriend. A'ight? 'Ya mine now." He leaned in and kissed away both her eyes from any tears threatening to escape. "An' I all fer 'ya."

She sighed happily at that. "All for me." She simply repeated, before letting herself drift to sleep with him following right after her.