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Oh, To Satisfy Kyohei and His Perversions
She could feel the pulse of his life beating rhythmically.
He held both of her wrists over her head tightly.
"Sunako-chan, Sunako-chan" the tone of voice he would usually use on her sounded loving to her ears for a moment.
This was the ultimate seduction for her: it was a seduction for her to come out of her dark-rimmed shell, it was a seduction to give in to the fountain of radiance that emanated from Kyohei's lips, and it was a seduction to surrender to everything she had stood up against.
His lips roamed around her face. Butterfly kisses. She felt like her skin was being burned.
The dancers painted at the ceiling of his room seemed alive now, their agile limbs twisting and turning under the scant light. Even if a single mistake was made throughout the dance, the grace that they naturally possessed was never diminished. She blinked. And as she opened her eyes, the dancers were paintings once more, still and lifeless.
Were kisses supposed to be like this?
He was calling out her name again. She looked at his eyes. Inescapably, she saw the truth that she had denied to observe for so long under the rays of his beauty.
Darkness.
As a final act of desperation, she scratched the bare flesh of his neck. She watched with alien fascination as his blood oozed out of it. His head was thrown back with absolute mystification, giving her new access to squeeze out more of it through her teeth.
She felt the warm, crimson fluid flood her mouth. It was disgustingly odd, the taste of it. But she liked it nonetheless. For an instant, they weren't Sunako Nakahara and Kyohei Takano, two entirely different people. They were like molten metal now, molding into each other perfectly.
"You stupid little…" He banged her against the wall with irritation. She coughed out. It hurt, but her longing towards more of this was intensified. His full lips clashed unto her pink, chapped ones. She fought back in an almost bestial way. They never were gentle creatures when it came to one another. It was a battle for them. He licked her upper teeth before exploring the caverns of her mouth.
Sunako felt like she was drowning with their osculation. She didn't have any strength in her to think about what was happening to them right now. All she understood was that she wanted, and the gleam in her eyes danced the way a mischievous child's would.
And slowly, slowly, she could feel herself reaching out to…
Three loud knocks were heard. "Kyohei! Aren't you going to come down for breakfast yet?"
Damn Ranmaru Morii.
"I'm not hungry!" was all he could shout out to make their housemates not bother him for a while. Panic rose in him like bile. This was not good. If they ever found out that Sunako was there with Kyohei, then…
"Stay still and shut up," he whispered before dragging her to his bed, his right hand all the while covering her mouth.
The first few spasms of desire welled up in him. He hated this feeling, and yet he loved it. But more often than not, his love for it overpowered his hate. It was like the way a fire would burn at the cool of the night, its embers battling to struggle free from the inevitable running of the wind through it. His love was the wind; his hate was the fire. Unavoidably, the wind would win at the end. The flames would be extinguished but the air that caused its demise would always be there.
His back hunched over her smaller frame, the sheets of his bed wrinkling with their movements. It's not going to take long, he wanted to say. But the words died out of his throat for it would be a lie if he said that. He didn't like having to risk being fake for anybody.
She was writhing beneath him, trying so hard to be free from his grasp. And just like her cries for him to stop, the act was in vain. She was clawing at him, not even caring for a second if she would scar what she used to refer to as one of God's greatest creations. This is because she knew, after a course of time, that he wasn't a radiant being anymore. He was Kyohei, a beautiful but dark creature. The one who had defied God's will; the one who was supposed to remain luminous for the rest of his life but chose not to. She discovered this, the way a child would upon realizing that there really is no Santa: slowly, but surely. Inevitably.
His thin, long legs trapped hers.
No escape.
The cat was ready to ravage the robin. Blood was ready to pour unto the immaculate sheets of his bed. And once again, the dancers were moving, taunting her; tempting her to give in to this seduction.
For a moment, she saw Hiroshi-kun swaying along the far side of the room. Even he was taunting her. The discreet squeaks from the springs of the bed sounded like cackling to her ears.
She felt his tongue caress her jaw line. She looked up to his face. The lust that she had seen on it before was now contorted into an exaggerated light. His eyes were closed and his face was becoming even ruddier then before. Still, his beauty was there. She didn't think that it would ever disappear.
The blood that had once dripped freely was now caking up on her face. She was so desperate for her release that she felt numb now. Everything was okay.
I… I'm giving in.
But that couldn't be true. He used to be a Creature of the Light; that part of him will always remain etched in his very being, right?
Yet… he was in the dark now. Her dark.
She felt the aloneness that used to seep into every pore in her body evaporate into nothingness. Her eyes closed and she seemed at peace for a while. But that wasn't it. What was seen on her face wasn't peace. It was the ultimate surrender. Her darkness was now intensified with him.Let it be. She loved her darkness and if he was going to amplify it, she would love him too.
"Say it." What did he mean by that? Although he didn't speak it out, she knew. She knew, the way a feline would know if its prey were close. It was an implicit understanding between the two.
"Please…" she was silenced by his mouth.
He broke the short, passionate kiss. "Please, what?"
"Please, Kyohei. I want this." The words stuck out conspicuously despite its soft delivery, the way a human child would once thrown to a collection of porcelain dolls.
He smiled. His catlike gestures were intensified once he crawled up even closer to her face. "You don't bleed anymore."
She shrugged in return. "You don't glow anymore."
"What's that supposed to mean?" a subtle frown was shown on his face.
The color of her eyes brightened up a bit. "You..."
She never got to finish her sentence. His eyes were exploring her now, feeling her as zealously as a pair of hands could. Her arms found its way around his neck again.
Kisses again. He couldn't get enough of her. He was completely drunk with her taste. He fisted on her hair. The long bangs were now flipped away from her face, revealing the beauty that she could probably be never aware of.
Her long tendrils held his wrists down like chains of dark thread.
The morning was about to sing out its story.
Would you care to listen, my dears?
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Author's Note: Our stinking computer crashed so the original version of this was deleted (:c) But I did try my best to remember everything I wrote. Sorry about that!
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