She had never wanted anyone to know about her love for Tsuruga Ren, so 'upset' was merely one thing she felt when the President found out. Fear was another. And the deal for his silence...? It hurt her.
Kyoko took a deep breath as she stood at the door of the hotel room, stiletto heels sinking into the fresh carpeted floor. Cool air permeated her jittery senses from all directions, the AC blowing incessantly across her overly exposed alabastar skin. Long shining marble walls of the hotel corridors surrounded her, enclosing her in what felt like a little isolated island away from the world.
Almost absently the young woman reached up to check that her blonde wig was properly in place. Her red lips twitched, causing the chain attached to swing minutely against her tight, seductive choker curved around her slender neck. She made sure that she maintained the cocky, unfazed gleam in her narrow eyes that was beautiful Setsuka, her head tilted almost challengingly to practically no one in the air-conditioned vicinity. The actress tightened her hold over her black briefcase, willing herself to calm down. She would badly need this calm if she was about to do what she planned to do later. Also, facing Cain after realizing she had genuinely fallen in love with him was going to be… challenging, that being an understatement. Yes, the most ironic thing was that they were supposed to act romantically with each other, and it was exactly that which hurt her.
Letting out a small restrained sigh, she fished out the key from her miniature pocket with some difficulty –hello, tight pants?-before turning it in the lock. It opened easily, and before long she was in the dimly lit room, looking around with what she hoped was cool detachment. There was no one in sight; one of the two beds –his- was messy with the silk blankets thrown to one side. However, the sounds of rushing water from the closed shower confirmed Setsuka's suspicions- he was bathing.
Simultaneously she felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. At least she could delay the awkward greetings with him; the unnatural transition from the gentle senior and the shy junior to the cold but loving brother with his confident sister still needed time getting used to. Here there was finally more time for her mental preparation.
She put down her suitcase by her own neatly made bed, heels sliding over the lush, velvet carpet. It was nearly ten already- didn't the man know that taking showers too late at night was unhealthy? Shaking her head disapprovingly she left the beds and headed to the kitchen, platinum hair flicking. Knowing him, he'd also probably skipped dinner before heading here. Kyoko opened the fridge and pulled out a crinkled plastic packet of a cold loaf of bread. She tossed a few slices of bread into a toaster and mutely watched as the bread began to warm. Pools of reddish heat glowed from within the confines of the equipment, reflecting the conflict in her gaze.
This wasn't dinner, but at the very least it was sufficient as a midnight snack. This, she supposed, was better than going on an empty stomach for the night. Honestly, this was the kind of thing that made her really worried about the debonair man who was so responsible in his work but at the same time so irresponsible about himself. Yashiro couldn't be around him 24 hours, and as a mere kouhai neither could she find the excuse to. Besides, she had her own duties to see to. Silently she made a mental note to see to it that Manaka-san, or any other good candidates Kyoko was to choose, would take good care of his daily lifestyle needs.
There it was; the jealousy in her was rising again, like a malignant serpent. She stuffed her fist impulsively into her mouth and clamped down on her knuckles hard, molars digging frustratedly into soft skin. This was totally not Setsuka behavior, but for that minute, in the small hotel room away from the rest of the world, she did not care. Knowing that she was jealous scared her- she loathed feeling this painful emotion again after so long without Sho. Viciously she vented out her anger onto her innocent hand, desperate to suppress the poison in her veins for as long as she could-
She let out a muffled shriek as a pair of strong arms wound themselves around her tiny waist, pulling her diminutive form against a lengthy, hard body. Her hand immediately fell loose of her open mouth, shocked as she was by the sudden intrusion of her personal space. Musky warmth enveloped her.
"Setsu." A deep baritone rumbled evenly by her ear, making her shiver. It stunned her that she hadn't even heard him come out from the shower- hadn't realized that the sounds of running water had faded, or heard the creak of the bathroom door opening. She could feel cool droplets of water from his dark locks drip onto her exposed, pearl-like clavicle. It ran a tantalizing crystal path down into her small cleavage. "Why do you do this to yourself?"
She fought back the urge to gulp when his large hand reached out to lift her ravaged knuckles. They could both clearly see the reddened indents on where her teeth had landed on the delicate flesh.
I need to get back to Setsu's character quickly! Kyoko panicked. I allowed myself that brief moment of being me, and see what happened? I can't break my promise to the President!
A few heartbeats passed.
Cain's dark eyebrow arched when the small woman in his arms abruptly smirked. She raised a long, slender arm casually and touched the side of his cheek, scarlet fingernails scratching gently against his silky, unblemished skin. "Is NIi-san worried about me?" She smiled sultrily.
"Is there anything wrong with that?" He leaned down, and she watched almost breathlessly when he pressed his lips against her bitten knuckles. She knew that her skin was still coated with some of her residue saliva, and her heart raced at the feel of his own damp, smothering mouth on her, their liquids mingling.
This wouldn't do. Underneath the dauntless persona that the steely Setsuke donned, Kyoko, vulnerable little Kyoko was going to suffer from heartbreak once all this was over. She could keep slamming the Pandora box shut as much as she wanted, but she couldn't deny the fact that the metal locks were wide open, and no amount of venomously shoving the lid down was going to change that. If all this… flirting kept going on, it was going to be harder than ever to hand him over to a very willing Manaka. It was bittersweet enough already, without adding more anguish into said heart-wrenching concoction.
She never once considered the fact whether he would be willing.
Cain slowly halted in his actions, his exotic dark hooded eyes flickering lazily, almost boredly. Now that she had properly turned to look at him she saw that he was casually dressed in a loose long-sleeved dark grey shirt that easily delineated the taut curves of his sleek, elegantly muscled build, and a pair of lengthy tight black pants. If anyone had taken a closer look at him, they would have noticed the faint but fiery sensual glow in his ink black irises. "You stop me." It was a statement of fact- he sounded almost practical. Yet she did not fail to register the even accusation he was throwing her way.
Setsu looked calmly at him, her hand currently in the midst of pulling away from his sinfully intoxicating lips. "Nii-san needs to eat. I won't let you distract me from making sure you do."
"And what if I persist in distracting you?" His head bent steadily and her eyes widened when he unexpectedly sank his lips calmly onto the side of her exposed, creamy neck.
What was Tsuruga-san doing? All this was totally not necessary; they didn't need to maintain the siblings act to such extremes since no one was around in the privacy of their hotel room, and she was sure that he was currently not being manipulated by that mysterious ominous dark side that lurked in him as an occasional puppeteer. In fact, he had promised never to let it happen again, and she trusted him. So surely there was no need to do what he was doing? It was time to stop before she enjoyed this too much.
"Nii-san," Setsuka let out a soft purr, turning her head to rest against his ebony locks, "As much as I would love spending the whole night like this," she sighed when his velvet tongue shot out unfazedly to lick her neck in a wet, hot caress, "I will be even madder if you don't eat. And when I'm mad…" She tugged herself away from his embrace, and to her surprise he finally allowed her, his mouth moving off her skin noiselessly. "I will throw the most awful tantrums."
There was a silence where he simply watched her intently.
She ignored the burning intensity of his discerning stare, and moved as casually as she could towards the now ready toast. In truth, it wasn't just his unwavering stare she was ignoring, but rather the vague throb from the raw skin on her marked knuckles. The sensation was so arousing and wrong...
The young lady then proceeded to pick up the warm toast gingerly from the confines of the small rounded machine that was the toaster, and dropped the heated and crispy slice onto a prepared plate. The scent of freshly toasted yeast smothered the air, encompassing the cool air-conditioned atmosphere. She then jauntily sauntered over to the fridge, her heels sliding and gleaming like black needles in the darkened lighting, and took out a wrapped cube of butter.
All the while she could feel his acute gaze burning holes on her petite form, and she practically had to summon every drop of her actress's will to maintain her Setsuka persona and not crumble. What was Tsuruga-san thinking in his head? Was all this... passion necessary for what they were doing, even behind the scenes? Was he looking at her as Cain, or as Tsuruga Ren?
Don't be stupid, Kyoko instantly scoffed in her head, wanting very much to stab herself for even having such thoughts, Tsuruga-san is a professional actor. He takes pride in everything he does, and he will act out his role to the very end as realistically as possible because that's the kind of amazing actor he is.
Before long Setsuka was placing the plate of deliciously buttered toast onto the table outside the kitchen and also located diagonally opposite their beds. She allowed a smirk to tug at the corner of her scarlet lips, watching expectantly as her brother languidly seated himself onto the armchair with a grace that secretly set her heart tingling. "Enjoy your meal, Nii-san. It isn't much, but I will definitely prepare the best breakfast tomorrow-"
"Don't bother." There he was, looking lazily up at her with those exotic, obsidian eyes. She could still, to a bittersweet mix of dismay and admiration, make out the diamond drops of clear liquid hanging from his wet overlong raven bangs. His expression, however, was as unfathomable as those droplets were clear. "We have to reach the film set by six in the morning tomorrow. There will be no time to eat then."
His words were arranged matter-of-factly, and they poked a painful jab at her heartstrings as if they were directed personally at her.
"But Nii-san needs to have breakfast especially with such a long day of filming ahead-" She argued, her arms akimbo along the curved outline of her tiny, jet-black clothed waist. Normally, by right, Setsuka the punk would definitely have had her skin exposed especially around her torso, but after Cain's terrifying objections the actress thought it better not to disagree. Besides, Setsuka adored her brother too much to disobey him... right?
"Feed me now." His rich baritone abruptly cut her words and thoughts off without preamble, and for a few seconds she stood there, blinking, what?
"Didn't you hear me?" Despite the light amusement that streaked his flat tone, she could also register the faint beginnings of impatience crossing his reticent demeanor. "I said feed me."
"Y-yes, of course, Nii-san!" Setsuka blurted, inwardly cursing herself for even reacting so surprisedly. After all, Cain's little sister had a severe brother's complex- she would die of elation to be able to personally feed her brother, not stand there and gawk like a dumb idiot! She bent down and picked up the untouched porcelain plate from the circular table, before turning hesitantly to Cain.
He had effortlessly angled the armchair towards her, so that his lean rangy frame deliberately faced her from where it sat sprawled on the chair like a potent large cat. His expression was unchanging, almost disinterested, and for a split second she painfully wondered if he was only doing this for the sake of acting and in truth it all simply bored him from all the dating experiences he already had.
Not that it mattered. This wasn't supposed to matter, not to her. She was simply supposed to do her job as Setsuka. And as his matchmaker.
Quietly, she made her way to where he indolently sat, her other hand carefully scooping up the slice of golden bread from the plate. Crumbs fluttered lightly. When she finally stood right before his unmoving form she leaned down and stretched out said hand towards him, extending her mouth-watering offering tenderly to his lips. All the while she realised that by bending down towards him her minute cleavage was being audaciously exposed to his eyes thanks to her low-cut camisole. It was so embarrassing, and after all this -despite her seemingly unconcerned facade- she was definitely going to curl up and die somewhere in a hole. What had happened to her promise to defend her chastity? It was all the President's fault for giving her such a slutty role like Setsuka!
It was his fault for everything right now, really.
"Nii-san, it's time to open up," Setsuka purred, gently pressing the oustretched toast along the curve of his sculpted lips, slowly smearing a faint trail of the creamy gold butter against his tautly closed mouth. His dark eyes flickered sedately up towards her, temporarily enrapturing her -against her will- into his almost hypnotic shadowed gaze. His large hand, so large it practically dwarfed hers, deliberately closed over her extended thin wrist with his spidery slender fingers. She was still, motionless, too caught up in that frozen heartbeat where his captivating warmth had enclosed her wrist to immediately react. And with a fluid, sudden tug, he had easily pulled her pliant form onto his lap and into his welcoming powerful arms. Her body rested against his much larger build stiffly, before gradually relaxing. His arms tightened around her, and despite the soundless action, it flashed a bold statement- she was his.
The clock, perched on the mantelpiece, ticked into the thick silence.
Cain stared down at the woman curled involunarily in his possessive embrace with calm, obsidian hungry eyes. He silently wondered if there were any concealed indecision in her doe eyes. If there was- he did not particularly care. In this moment, as Cain and she as Setsuka, this precious woman was someone he could mercilessly claim as his own- and take resolute advantage of this moment he would. His own to spoil, his own to love. No one else could have her, not even her familial loved ones. He was her familial loved one.
"Do you want to hold me so much, Nii-san?" She questioned haughtily, her manicured fingers tilted to one side from where her arm was tenderly held by his, toast still dangling precariously. Some of the butter had started to melt, and golden creamy liquid gathered along the bread crust dangerously.
"And if I do?" He answered her question with another question, his voice rich and quiet and arrogant, and it went on- the conversation of queries.
"And if I happen to like it?" She smiled saucily.
"Is that bad?"
He reached out silently and cradled her small fingers with a massive hand, the callouses on his slender digits lightly rubbing against her skin in an intimate nature. The butter dripped ever so slightly against their entwined fingers in an almost invisible golden trail, coolness against warmth. She nearly trembled. "Feed me."
Setsu did not question his quietly imperious command; neither did she want to. With no outward trace of her anxiety she brought the bread to his parted, thin lips. He allowed her access, his gaze never leaving her face, before abruptly closing his smoldering mouth over the bread and her fingers before she could have the chance to withdraw. Her heart gave a lurch in her chest and she shuddered, unable to suppress it, as something hot and wet and vevet-smooth lapped at her trapped appendages. And throughout it all- his smoky, provocative eyes stared into hers beneath half-lidded sooty eyelashes as if he was having the most delectable meal out of her fingers rather than the bread. His face was so close to her own she could practically make out every angular curve of his patrician facial structure, and smell the musky spicy rain and men's shampoo that was his scent. A pang of heat shot through her suddenly tight stomach, and the washboard stone-hard abdomen her body was currently pressed against was not helping. She could practically feel the rigid outline of his abdominal muscles beneath her side.
Mogami Kyoko was currently weeping in mixture of anguish and jubilance underneath the shell Setsuka.
He could tell she was was beggining to get aroused. The slightly glazed look in her pretty eyes was not of her acting as Setsuka. but rather the reaction of his proximity and ministrations. As a lover to many before her he had long trained himself to register the rising signs of arousal in females, and right then he could only feel immense masculine satisfaction that he was the one bringing all these foreign -of course- emotions in her, and not the cretin Sho. Undoubtedly she would become mortified again once the filming was over, but then that was also an adorably innocent side to her. However, he had no intention in allowing anyone to ever see this... beautiful version of her- aroused and submissive and confused. This was his, and his alone. It didn't matter that Kyoko wasn't his property outside of the BJ filming (much to his never-ending anguish), but this... this part of her was his. No other man was allowed to see her this way, and he would ensure that it would stay like that.
Her mouth fell open as he tightened his mouth over her fingers, sucking on the salty taste of melted butter, the remains of toasted yeast and her soft but firm delicious fingers. He made sure that he lapped and licked up every crumb and smidge of butter from her skin before finally releasing her numb fingers from his relenting mouth. They fell limply into his awaiting large palm below, twitching moistly against his touch. His pregnant, unrepetant gaze flickered amusedly to her dumbstruck expression, noting how beautifully kissable her parted lips were. He had never kissed her before, and he had never wanted to do so to a female so desperately before. But then Kyoko Mogami, be it as Setsuka or herself, was special to him. He loved her.
And he wanted to take her so badly.
Meanwhile, in Mogami Kyoko's case, she was currently starting to fear for herself. Her plan to push Tsuruga Ren over to Manaka's loving arms had already been well-sketched in her mind, and now all that was necessary was to take action. It had never occured to her that her willingness could crumble so easily.
What was she supposed to do now?
Uhm, late update, sorry. I finally typed out some stuff and yeah sorry for short chappie. I thought there should be time for some Ren and Setsuka loving before all the drama starts later ^^ Btw this chapter had very little proof-reading so forgive me if there's lots of errors somewhere. Will edit the errors soon. Do hope you enjoy, and PS, reviews make me update faster! HAHA! Thanks to those who reviewed last chappie, love ya!
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