Chapter 14: Beautiful

Shaking his long hair out of his face, Kuon sent little water drops flying all around him. Taking the edges of the black towel that hung around his neck, he wiped his ears and neck. Strolling into the kitchen, he fetched the familiar decanter from his liquor cabinet along with a crystal Scotch glass. Grabbing the two, he headed into the living room. After he sat down comfortably on the couch, he poured himself a double and slid the decanter onto the coffee table. The wicked smooth heat of the amber liquid filled his mouth. Rolling it around his tongue, he could really taste the barrel and underlying smoky elements of the drink. It was heaven in a glass. Swallowing the bevvy, he felt a satisfying heat coursing down his body.

She wont be home tonight, maybe I can afford myself to get smashed to bits. Isn't that why I came here to begin with? He thought with a subtle smirk. Grabbing the remote off the small table beside the couch he lounged upon, he turned on the TV and lazily flipped from one channel to the next. After a few disappointments, the large flat screen was suddenly filled with Kyoko's face, causing the man to choke on his drink. A small drop of Scotch rolled down his chin as his eyes widened to the scene.

The school uniform that wrapped her body could not described as anything less than seductive. The collared white shirt unbuttoned enough to give the eyes of the beholder a tease of young, fresh flesh. Slender yet athletic legs snuck out of the plaid skirt that was naturally too short for any school Kuon could imagine. Auburn hair hung down to her shoulders in smooth curtains. None of these physical attributes could compare to her eyes, which were slightly lidded and smoldering with cruel intentions. Lightly glossed lips parted in the most villainous smile that Kuon had ever seen. If he didn't know the actress personally, he never would have believed that it was the same girl.

Looking down at the girl on her knees, the beautiful bitch sneered maliciously. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of ebon tresses and yanked back roughly, causing the girl to cry out in pain. "Poor, innocent little Sayomi..." she purred with dripping sarcasm. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from him? I'm not quite finished with him yet!" With a violent shove, Natsu released the girl. Looking at her fingers as if she had just touched the filthiest thing in the world, she turned to her passé and wiped her fingers on the closest girl's clothing. "You brought this upon yourself," Natsu added, nodding to her group. They all grabbed the black sheep and held her still as Natsu attacked.

"Wow..." Kuon whispered, utterly mesmerized by this performance. "There's no way..." His eyes grew, unyielding in their focus as he watched the character called Natsu slap the hostage with such intensity that the actor himself was baffled at how they shot it to make it look so damn real.

"Hey Kuon, can you help me pick-" Kyoko walked down the hallway into the spacious room and froze upon seeing the screen. "W-what are you watching?" She asked, completely distracted by the scene before her. Glancing to the actor as he stood up, she was further silenced by the erotic allure of his naked and damp chest. Closing her lips, she swallowed a lump and tried to think of anything besides the hard muscles of his body. "Uh... um..."

Putting his glass down, Kuon found himself devoid of all thoughts for the moment as his eyes ran over her form. Whoa...

Kyoko stood before him wrapped in a snug short cocktail dress. It had a feminine sweetheart neckline, a luxe ruched and wrapped design with very thin straps that tied at the top. It hugged her curves so sensually that he was rendered entirely speechless. What completed the outfit was the vibrant red color. Laid against her snowy skin, it truly brought out the elegance of her simple beauty.

Damn, she's gorgeous... He thought licking his suddenly dried lips. "Y-yes," he stammered forcing the blood to stay in his brain. "What do you need Kyoko?" Seeing her eyes flick to the TV behind him, he glanced to the paused face of Natsu and smiled, genuinely impressed. "That's one hell of a performance," Kuon added returning his gaze to her. "I honestly couldn't believe it was you."

Feeling shy about such a compliment, Kyoko dropped her head and mumbled a thank you. Her cheeks almost matched her dress and it made the American chuckle. "That was... It feels like it was forever ago," she added quietly remembering the role that became the foundation for her success, that success she worked so hard to attain for her husband. "Bastard," Kyoko whispered. Feeling a warm hand on her shoulder startled her out of her reverie. Looking up at her blonde housemate, she was a bit stunned that he walked over to her without her noticing. "I'm sorry."

Kuon smiled kindly. "You were asking me something earlier. What is it?" His throaty, masculine voice laced with such a gentle demeanor made her heart skip and her lips tingle. Meanwhile, Kuon fought not to carry her away to his bedroom.

Lifting her hands, she showed him two different earings. "Its rather silly, but I was going to ask if I should wear gold or silver tonight?"

Cocking a brow at her, his tender smile quickly mutated to an amused smirk. "Really going all out tonight, aren't you?" He teased. Her deepened flush, made him chuckle. "Don't tell me you've got a super hot date."

Kyoko's head snapped up. She began to shake it vehemently but realized he was being a jerk. Pouting, she looked away from him. The wonderfully intoxicating scent of his cologne began to overwhelm her. Turning from him, she was about to flee back to her bedroom, but was stopped when he grabbed her elbow. "What?" she snapped feigning anger.

"Gold," he said, dropping the mirth. "It really brings out your eyes." When she glanced back at him, he almost pulled her into his arms. Almost.

"Thank you," she mumbled and then fled.

Finding his spot on the couch once more, the American laid his head back against the couch's edge and sighed. This is going to be such a long night. I'm not sure alcohol will be enough to drown out my imagination... The idea of Kyoko dancing at some club or bar with some strange piece of shit, especially with a stalker on the loose, weighed rather heavily upon his shoulders. Flames of jealous fanned out strongly deep within him. Lifting his eyes to the screen, to the portrait of evil Natsu, he decided he needed a much stronger distraction than mere booze. Fetching his phone from his pocket, he scrolled to the surprise text from this morning. Finger lingering on the green button, he realized that he has no reason to talk himself into this. It wasn't as if he was attached to anyone at all. Hizuri Kuon had absolutely no reason to feel guilty about this. Pushing away all thoughts of Kyoko, he hit dial.

After towel drying her hair, Kanae fetched her sleek black hair dryer out from the cabinet beneath the bathroom sink. Unwinding the wire, she plugged it in and grabbed her comb off the counter. "How should I do my hair tonight?" She asked the room's second occupant.

Stepping out of the shower, Kijima grabbed the grey towel and roughly ran it down his body and then over his hair. Shaking his hair back, he raked it back and walked over to this beautiful girlfriend, who was dressed only in a black camisole and black panties. Running his eyes down her form, he couldn't help but notice how round and inviting her ass looked to him. Reaching out, he gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Mmm…"

Turning around, Kanae pressed her palms to his chest and shoved him away. "No!" She said adamantly. "Don't you start, or I'm going to be late." Tiny beads of water rolled down his face, the refreshing scent of his soap filled her senses and the actress felt her heart speed up. Subconsciously she slid her hands further up his body, fingers getting damp from sprawled undried water. "Dammit… Why are you so hot?"

Flinging his towel to the side, he grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter. Slipping in between her legs, he kissed his woman passionately. "Not nearly as hot as you," he said with a throaty voice into her mouth. Impatient fingers quickly shoved the camisole up and over her head. It too was flung aside without a care.

Kanae tossed her head back as his devilish mouth teased her skin. His tongue flicked over her hard nipples and she grabbed fistful of his thick brown hair and yanked him. "Time limit," she said pulling him into a decadently sensual kiss. His hands quickly stripped her of her panties. When he invaded her, swollen lips parted in an erotic moan of pleasure.

Kijima was anything but gentle in his handling of the woman. Holding on tightly to her hips, he ravished her with every inch of lust that had fueled him in that moment. Rough and roguish in his movements, he could already feel her muscles squeezing his arousal. Kanae wrapped her thighs around him and painfully sunk her teeth into his shoulder. Feeling her legs holding him close, he knew she wanted him to go deep and hard. Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he carried her out of the bathroom, bodies still entwined. Quickly moving over to the couch, he threw her down, grabbed her thighs and pressed her knees almost to her chest and pushed himself as deep as he could. Feeling the wonderful heat of her orgasm coating him, he grinned wickedly. Leaning down, he stole her erect morsel and tugged it gently with his teeth, the beautiful sounds of her screams filling the apartment. Long fingernails sunk into his strong, biceps making him hiss erotically.

"Kiss me," she demanded.

Without hesitation he met her spread lips with his own. Her tongue fell against his, parrying for control. When she finally won, she began to suck him hard and wild. Husky groans escaped into her mouth, making her whimper in turn. When she relinquished him, he moved his lips to her ear and tenderly blew against her. The tremble that thundered through her body he could feel as her breasts shook against him. "Is this deep enough for you?" He whispered, voice low and seductive. "Or do you want more?" Sliding his palms to her ass, he held her still as he moved his hips back and then thrusted brutally into her.

"Faster…" she whispered to him, panting. Her body was on fire with exhilaration and wondrous amounts of bliss. His sweaty chest stuck to her skin and she loved every moment of it. Running her hands down his strong muscular back, Kanae couldn't help herself and clawed him deep as he drove himself into her, harder and with more aggression.

Passionate, rough sex was her weakness and the actor loved the opportunity to be as animalistic as he craved. Her thighs quivered around him, her core pulsing around him so powerfully. The moisture of her climax soaked them both, the smell of their sex fueling his arousal. He couldn't count how many different women he had been with, but none of them ever turned him on the way that Kotonami Kanae did. Whether it was her sensational beauty or his insane love for her, but whatever it was the actor was extremely thankful for it. The best sex of his life stemmed from this gorgeous vixen.

His body was hot and anxious. Unable to hold out on his own mounting lust for much longer, Kijima became wilder, thrusting faster and fiercer. He ran his hands up the curves of her body and finally snaked an arm around her back, holding her body close as he rocked them both to a mutual orgasm.

As they bathed in their bliss, he rested his head upon her chest and listened to the calming music of her racing heart starting to slow down. Her slender fingers stroked his dampened hair lightly, their legs remained entwined—it was perfection. "God, I love you so fucking much," he said softly.

Kanae snickered, causing her full breasts to shake around his face. Pushing off of her, he laid tender kisses along her flesh, making her smile radiantly. "I love you too, Hide." When he looked longingly into her eyes, she felt her heart melt. She could still remember the number of times she had rejected him before finally agreeing to one dinner date. One stupid date and now she could not imagine her life without him. "Way more than you deserve."

Chuckling, he rose up and stole a kiss from the beauty. "Curl it." She cocked a brow at him, not entirely understanding his meaning. This time he laughed handsomely. "Your hair, idiot. Curl it." Stealing another kiss, he withdrew himself from his woman and strode off towards the bedroom. "Looks sexy on you."

Sho's eyes fell on his manager as he finished off his sixth beer for the night. Aki looked absolutely beautiful and it irritated the idol. Her strapless black dress had bold white lines along the hem with a sweet A-line silhouette and a sexy heart shaped neckline. The thin white belt around her waist truly emphasized her womanly curves. Long brown hair lay in sensuous curls off to one side of her face, leaving her right shoulder completely bare. Black crocodile stilettos finished the outfit. Sho admired her legs and realized that she looked more like a supermodel than anything else.

Feeling his intensive stare, Aki licked her lips and raised her eyes to his. "Is it not suitable?" Her hands held onto a black clutch purse before her.

Sho shrugged. "I don't give a shit what you wear," he snapped bitterly, turning his back to her. Hearing her sigh, the singer felt a small pang of guilt. I'm such a drunken moron… he thought. The sounds of her heels along the hardwood floor told him she was about to exit. Glancing over his shoulder, he called out to her. "You look beautiful, Shoko."

Midway to the knob, the young woman stopped and turned to look at her charge's back, an appreciative smile upon her red lips. "I promise that I'll keep an eye on her for you, Sho."

Kyoko instantly blossomed before his eyes. He could remember how amazing she had looked in her wedding dress and the champagne colored floor-length gown she wore to the awards last year… He would never see her like that again, at least never for him. Swallowing back the urge to break something, he glanced back at Aki and nodded. "Please, don't let her go home with anyone. I know it's selfish of me, but… I don't think I could handle it…"

Aki nodded and then quietly left the apartment.