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When it burns

Chapter 10

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While in the Abbey I used to dream about what it would be like; living outside. As heir to the Hiwatari empire I was given the barest of glimpses into what living outside actually entailed. And from that moment on I had wanted it with all of me. In a sense I suppose I was lucky. You can´t wish for better things unless you have something to compare them to. Unlike the other children I knew that there was an alternative, although it had appeared to be out of reach, at least for a very long time.

Thus my current situation seemed almost surrealistically normal, and yet completely foreign at the same time. I paced absentmindedly back and forth in the kitchen, feeling on edge and somewhat uneasy. Frankie was due to arrive any second, and I could not recall having been this anxious…..ever. This meant something, it was important, she was important, although I still couldn´t quite fathom what set her apart from everyone else, what made her so special.

With a frustrated groan I made one last sweep of the first floor; making sure it looked presentable and furthermore that Rey hadn´t left his shit lying about. I´d rather not have Frankie stumble upon his stash of gay porn. Of course, he was normally a tidy person, but you could never know. After all Max and Tyson had started spending an obscene amount of time here ever since he moved in, and they were two of the messiest people I had ever encountered.

The doorbell rang moments later, and I froze, gaze firmly locked on the opening leading to the hall. It rang again, and somehow the sound appeared much more piercing and alarming than usual. I hoped I wasn´t too casually dressed, quite honestly I had no idea what she expected. As per usual I had ended up in jeans, without holes at least, and a decent sweater, Rey had given me an approving nod, but then again it was her approval I wanted.

It was ridiculous really, how she made me sweat and squirm like some petty child only because she was dropping by to watch a movie. The doorbell rang for the third time, and I snapped out of it, horrified that I had made her wait. What the fuck is wrong with you Hiwatari? I was supposed to be a gentleman I scolded myself, quickly opening the door.

She was standing outside, her cheeks a rosy pink from the cold, and her hair pulled back in a messy bun, a few loose tendrils falling forward into her eyes. The cinnamon coloured freckles stood in distinct contrast to her lips, red for the occasion, and striking almond shaped eyes were glittering with what I could only describe as excitement. She looked hot!

"Hi", she said, smiling shyly.

It took me a moment to recover my wits, which I suppose had always been lacking, and I hesitantly smiled back, opening the door.

"You look…nice!" I said, staring stupidly at her.

"Thank you", she replied, her cheeks a tiny bit redder than before.

As a second thought I remembered to take her coat, intently watching as she bent down to take her shoes off. I tried not to stare, and quickly pretended to be busy locking the door when she looked up. Pathetic! Truly and utterly pathetic, grandfather would have been ashamed. How could I lose my cool like this because of a female? A lioness I corrected myself, a lioness!

She was wearing a jumpsuit, like last time, only in black and with long sleeves. It fit her like a glove, and needless to say I suspected it would be hard concentrating on the movie.

"Nice place", she commented.

She was looking curiously around as I led her into the kitchen, and I caught a vague look of amusement when she spotted a pack of kitchen cleaning wipes on the counter. Shit! I was so sure I had put those away.

"You cleaned up your place because of me?" She exclaimed, smiling, even white teeth glinting.

My first instinct was to blush, for some strange irrational reason. What is she doing to me? Luckily I managed to hold onto the stoic Hiwatari calm, and smiled evenly at her.

"Of course".

She tilted her head to the side, smiling playfully at me, and I watched, awed as she gracefully sat down by the kitchen island.

"Anything I can get you?" I wondered.

"Wine, beer, a drink?"

She smiled conspiratorially, and I regarded her attentively as she coquettishly brushed a stray lock of hair behind one ear. I could feel the air charging between us, even though we were standing at least 5 meters apart. She bit her bottom lip, looking straight at me. Those full red lips; she was just incredibly distracting.

"I want the Hiwatari special", she said, a large grin plastered on her face.

I was at a loss of words for a few moments, staring at her, eyes wide. Wha…what was that? Was she, was she…..Was she?

"The Hiwatari special?" I repeated, a slight smirk settling on my countenance.

She nodded.

The Hiwatari special I silently wondered. What was the Hiwatari special? In the end I made her a vodka Martini, with olives. It was not Hiwatari at all. She smiled at me, before pursing her lips.

"This is the Hiwatari special?" She questioned, pouting.

I shrugged.

"It is shaken".

She giggled, and I stared, mesmerized. The way her eyes glittered with mischief, the way she constantly bit her bottom lip, how she moved, graceful, sensual. And those lips again…..What the fuck! She had asked for the Hiwatari special after all. I kissed her, hesitant at first, harder when I felt her respond. Our tongues moved against one another, exploring, challenging, and she playfully bit down, just hard enough to create a very…familiar sensation. Her hands gripped tightly onto my shoulders for support as the kiss got deeper, more intense, and I slid my hands down her body, coming to rest on the small of her back.

It was incredibly tempting to move further down, and when I tentatively cupped her behind I was rewarded with a soft groan. Damn! She was pressed flush against my chest, and we pulled apart moments later, staring at each other. My breath was uneven, hers coming in ragged gasps, her mouth half open. My hands were still resting on her behind, and I didn´t move them. Slowly, hesitantly she leant in, burying her face in my neck, our chests heaving. We stood like this for a while, and I desperately tried to calm down my raging hormones, which was quite a feat considering she was pressed against my erection.

"Are we still watching that movie?" I asked, silently hoping she would say no.

She stepped back, a small smile gracing her lips when she looked at me.

"Yes, please".

She giggled, clearly seeing through my pretence, before sashaying into the living room, DVD in hand. I was left staring dumbfounded after her, before following, jaw set in grim determination. Two could play this game. I brought her chocolate and some chips, and we made ourselves comfortable in the sofa as the movie started. The classic opening score by Ennio Morricone washed through the room, and I watched her face light up with obvious pleasure. She was sitting quite close, and I put my arm around her, pulling her a tiny bit closer, to which she did not object. Instead she leaned in, and I could smell her shampoo, along with the sweet, flowery scent of her skin.

"How long does this last?" I wondered innocently, and I could feel her frame shake with supressed laughter.

"Three hours".

Damn.

"Not funny", I said.

She turned around to grin at me, and that was when I decided that enough was enough. I put it on pause. Her eyebrows shoot up in mock seriousness as she moved closer, expertly straddling my lap. I inhaled sharply when she moved her hips slightly, putting pressure on a very very sensitive spot. The air was charged with supressed tension. It was like an electrical current going back and forth between us, sooner or later something would have to burst. I slowly, deliberately undid about half of her zipper, sliding my hands carefully over the smooth skin of her back. She made a small, pleased sound, once again pressing herself closer.

"Couch or bed?" I asked heatedly, looking at her, eyes blazing.

She smiled.

"Couch".

I undid the rest of her zipper, deciding that whoever made that jumpsuit was a genius. It came of in one whole piece, revealing what I had been dreaming about for the last month. She blushed as I looked her over, taking in her elegant, long limbs, flat stomach, the wonderful smooth skin, firm, round behind. She was perfect, just perfect! She helped me off with the sweater, and I shivered lightly when her delicate fingers brushed over my chest, creating goosebumps in their wake.

She was breathing heavily, eyes wide and serious, aroused. Moments later she was busy fumbling with my belt buckle, while I slid the straps of her bra off, removing the whole thing with a flick of one wrist. Her breasts were beautiful, small and firm, and they fit my hands perfectly. She moaned softly when I tentatively stroked them, trailing kisses from her jaw, down her throat.

"Kai", she whispered hoarsely.

I looked at her, our noses touching. Her face was only centimetres away from my mine, eyes cloudy with lust. She looked almost apologetic.

"Condom", She mumbled, flushing with obvious embarrassment.

We were still for a few seconds, before I promptly got to my feet, lifting her with me. She looked startled, face still flushed as I cradled her in my arms. With an irritated movement I stepped out of my jeans and socks, proceeding to run out of the living room and up the stairs.

"Bedroom", I said shortly, voice strained with badly contained need.

Needless to say I couldn´t get there fast enough. Rey had placed the laundry basket in the middle of the hallway, and I barged right through it, dirty clothes flying in all directions. Finally! I carefully let her down on the bed, kneeling above her, our lips locking once more. She was slightly tense underneath me, and I pulled back a tiny bit, touching her hair. Once again we were frozen, just looking at one another.

I waited, for what I wasn´t completely sure. It was strange. She was unsure, and I was accepting that. Normally I would push, had she been someone else…But no, she was not. I wanted, needed, to respect her boundaries. And just like that she seemed to have come to a conclusion, hands entangled in my hair as she pulled me closer again, and my previous need turned into an inferno.

With practised ease I slid her slinky, black panties off, pleased to find that they were made from some wonderfully transparent material. She looked exquisite, and I slid my hands up her smooth legs, carefully stroking her inner thighs. She groaned, and I could feel her tense and then relax as I curiously ran my hands over most of her body, trailing kisses over her breasts and stomach, and then gradually further down.

She was pulling my hair, moaning my name as I teased and caressed. It was more awkward than what I was used to, more…..real, in a way. And it took time getting her aroused, which only added to my excitement. When she finally started relaxing I felt like I was about to explode, and I felt her hands tease my erection as she pulled my boxers down. She looked pleased; naked, and shy and completely shameless all at the same time.

"Bottom drawer", I said, moments later watching as she ripped open a foil package.

We stood a few meters apart, naked and panting. It was dark in the room, but a hint of light from outside danced over her shoulders, enhancing her round, sensual curves. I approached, and instead of stepping back she leaned in against me, one hand wrapping around my member. Fuck! I groaned, kissing her with a certain urgency. She rolled the condom on, and I pushed her down on the bed again, hungrily taking in the sight. God she was beautiful.

She was relatively relaxed, and I shuddered with need as I carefully pressed into her, feeling her hands tighten on my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist as I started an agonisingly slow pace. She moaned my name again, louder this time, egging me on, pushing her hips up against me. I moved faster, her hands digging into my shoulders for support. The sensation was divine, I couldn´t quite describe it. Moments later I could feel her clench around me as she came, and I made a few last thrusts, shuddering as I followed closed behind.

I eased out of her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. She was breathing hard, and I ran my hands up and down her back a few times, before gently tracing soft circles over her shoulders with one hand. She rolled over on her other side, facing me. Large grey eyes regarded me with a combination of unease and relaxation, and I pulled her closer again.

"Kai…..", she hesitantly wondered.

"Are we…..?"

I grinned at her, and she beamed at me, pleased. A girlfriend. I had a girlfriend, and she was the most magnificent creature I had ever encountered. We curled up underneath the covers, utterly spent and exhausted, and I felt oddly at piece as she made herself comfortable against my chest. And then it came, the one unbidden thought, the terrible realization. The Today show next week; what if my secret was exposed? A thousand possibilities washed through my mind. None of them presented an adequate solution. Coul I? Could I tell her about the Abby? What if she left? What if she didn´t believe me? Then again, was it not better to hear it from me than on the news? I felt cold inside, horrified. I couldn´t lose her, I just couldn´t.

"Something wrong?" She mumbled sleepily, touching my face with one hand.

Our eyes locked.

"I...there is something about me you should know", I said.

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"Have you ever loved someone?"

The question took him by surprise, and mahogany eyes narrowed in surprised contemplation. I watched him guardedly from were I was resting on a stretcher, knowing that this really was not the time to try his patience. It was my second time in the box, or the liquid breathing tank as grandfather had so deftly named it. Part of me was still in shock. The experience in itself was devastating, and now I was here, weak and vulnerable, unable to fight back should the need arise.

"And what on earth possessed you to ask such a question little phoenix?" He wondered, turning to look at me.

He didn´t seem angry, merely intrigued, which was a good thing. That being said one could never know, not with him at least. No matter how hard I tried to predict his next move he always seemed to be one step ahead, planning, scheming and leaving devastation in his wake.

"I…..I was merely curious grandfather", I responded humbly, only the faintest hint of a sneer in my voice betraying my true feelings.

He smiled.

"Curious…..", he repeated, still looking at me.

I tried not to fidget under his flinty stare, and fixed my gaze on the dull, concrete ceiling instead. A few guards were standing by the far wall, otherwise the room was deserted, apart from some medical equipment and my stretcher. I was weak; there was no way that I would pose any threat to anyone at the moment.

"Well…I love you", he said, sitting back in his chair.

The silence which ensued was crushing, and I continued to glare up at the ceiling, frozen in an almost kinetic stillness. He was merely watching me, patiently waiting for a response. I didn´t know what to say. What did he expect? I had no idea, all I knew was that I would never say those words back to him, even if I couldn´t quite grasp their meaning I knew with certainty that the only feelings I had for him were hatred and resentment. And furthermore, if what he did to me was out of love I didn´t even feel remotely tempted to experience the feeling for myself.

"Whatever", I said in a low voice, receiving a soft chuckle in response.

"Why…you seem uncomfortable", he observed.

I could tell just from his voice that he was amused, and when I dared look at him his eyes was glittering with an emotion I couldn´t quite place. Something was wrong with him I reflected, briefly meeting his gaze before looking down. The unmistakable stench of chemicals were burning in my nose, and my body felt heavy and tired. He stood up, and I inwardly tensed when he approached the stretcher, dragging his chair closer before he sat down again.

"You see Kai, that is why I am putting you through this, because I care for you, because I do love you. I am doing what is best for you, even if it is hard".

I almost said it, almost. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU. But I didn´t. Part of me was still furious, while my rational self insisted that angering him further would only lead to another round in the box. I didn´t want that, even if I hated myself for not standing up to him.

"Do you hate me?" He asked softly, running two fingers over the left side of my face.

I resisted a pressing urge to shudder in disgust. He made my skin crawl, and part of me was tempted to just scream my fury right to his face, even if that would accomplice nothing. We looked at each other, his features laced with possessiveness.

"Yes", I said.