Airi felt the cold mirror against her back, strikingly chilled even through her shirt. Her mind was still trying to grasp what was happening. Scrambling to figure out how to actually react. At one time, this was what she would have wanted. This was how she wanted Yomo to react when she said that she loved him. His rejection had hurt both times that he had rejected her.
They were still in the women's restroom. The female ghoul was sitting on the counter, trapped there with the pale-haired male standing between her legs. "You…said that I couldn't be yours," she finally managed to speak up. "You said that you could be mine, but I couldn't be-" Her chin was lifted sharply, his gaze burning into hers. His cheeks were still a faint pink, the intoxication from the fermented blood quite evident in his unsteady posture.
Yomo leaned down, bringing his face inches from hers. "I changed my mind. I want you." His free hand was pressed against her lower back, slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. Her skin was warm against his fingertips and he slowly trailed his fingers up her back. "I need you."
She tensed, feeling a fingertip graze the band of her bra. Airi held her breath, nervous and confused. He changed his mind? Because of Uta? It has to be. But it's too late. Her hands went to his shoulders, her nails digging into his coat. "When you rejected me the first time, it hurt me. When you rejected me the second time…after saying that you loved me…it broke me. I gave up on us being more than friends."
"We're not friends." The hand on her back pushed, moving her closer to him. His other had left her chin to slip beneath her right knee and lift her leg around his waist. "We can never be friends. We can't be anything less than this. I love you. I've loved you for years and I'm not going to lose to him."
Blood rushed to her cheeks as she realized that he was talking about Uta. There was a dangerous tone in his voice. It sent a shiver through her as she stared up at the man. "Yomo, I'm on a date-" She was cut off as her lips were covered by his. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as her nervousness mounted. The kiss began gentle, but escalated quickly.
Airi was soon being lifted off of the counter and pinned against the wall. Her legs wrapped around him, desperately trying not to fall to the floor. The young woman's cry of surprise was muffled by his mouth as he refused to break the contact between their lips. She could feel his hands beneath her thighs, skin against skin, as he steadied her. Airi's hands went to his shirt, holding tightly to keep from slipping.
The kiss tasted deliciously of blood and his scent filled her senses. She could feel herself getting light-headed when he finally broke the kiss in favor of attacking her neck. A hand moved, his fingers tangling in her long obsidian locks to force her head to side, bearing more of her pale skin. The feeling of his lips moving against her sensitive flesh made her back arch. Airi felt the gentle scrape of teeth as he bit with care, determined to draw sounds of pleasure from her. "You…said that I couldn't be yours," she said, panting.
"I was wrong. I want you too much to let someone else have you." His other hand snaked up the young woman's side and found her breast. His hand cupped it, gaging her reaction. When she bit at her lip piercing to smother a sound, he made his next move. His fingertips sank in ever so slightly and he began to massage her tender flesh through her shirt and bra. "Let me have you. Now."
"But Uta-!" Airi jolted, feeling him bite down just a bit harder. His body pressed closer against her, his hips pinning hers in place against the wall. When the bathroom door swung open, the man tensed and gritted his teeth. His face was still buried in the side of her neck when Airi lifted her gaze from him to the interloper.
Itori stared at the two for a long moment, blinking in surprise. She stepped into the bathroom and let the door close behind her as she smirked. "What's going on here, Ren-chan? You finally decided to put the moves on her?"
"Leave us."
"I could, but I need you both to get out of here. I do have customers, you know. Some of them want to use the bathroom." To her satisfaction, Yomo lowered Airi to stand and looked to the other female ghoul. "Seriously though? A bathroom? How romantic," she said sarcastically. She burst into laughter when she saw him grip Airi's hand in his. "You're not going out there like that, right? U-chan saw you follow her in here."
"If he didn't stop me, he doesn't care."
"How much did you really drink? Of course he cares. You know how he is. Now get out of here."
Walking out of the restroom, her face immediately turned red and her heart began to race. She quickly settled on the seat beside Uta's at the counter, not looking at Yomo. The pale-haired ghoul sat on Uta's other side, much to her surprise. Even more alarming was the perfectly calm way that the dark-haired man looked at him. Airi pushed her empty glass toward Itori when she asked if anyone wanted more fermented blood.
"Really, Ai-chan?" There was excitement in her voice.
"I think I might need it." Airi blushed when she saw the smirk tugging at the corner of Uta's lips. She gulped down the fermented blood, ignoring the looks being directed at her. The other bar patrons were whispering behind her back now. She heard someone snicker. Another glass was poured for her and she frowned at the amused glimmer in Itori's eyes. "This is my last drink tonight."
"Seriously? Where's the fun in that?"
"I'm not even supposed to be drinking," she muttered. A hand rested on her knee and Airi glanced toward Uta. He smiled, but she still felt an odd chill run down her spine. Pushing this feeling aside, she half-smiled. He's mad. Didn't Itori say that he's mad about Yomo following me? Warm breath slid over the side of her neck and she could see it from the corner of her eye.
His seat was turned so he could face the young woman and he was leaning in close. "You look tired. Do you want me to take you home?"
"I'm…okay." She bowed her head, unable to meet his red and black stare.
"Hm. You're sure? I don't mind leaving now." His smile turned sheepish as he reached to push a lock of hair behind her ear. "I wouldn't mind being alone with you again, Airi."
The fermented blood was making her thoughts a bit fuzzy. She suddenly could not remember why he was supposed to be dangerous and was second guessing herself. What did he do? Did he do something or was it…? Airi finished her second glass and frowned. Leaning forward against the counter, she peered around him to Yomo. The pale-haired man was sipping from a fresh glass of blood, listening to Itori talk. Did he…hurt Yomo? Was that it? But why would he hurt Yomo?
The female ghoul felt a hand gently take her wrist and willingly let him pull her against him. Her legs felt weak beneath her as she stood, her arms wrapped around Uta and burying her face in the side of his neck. Airi's heart raced, feeling a warmth spread throughout her body. One arm was wrapped around her, his hand pressing against the small of her back. His free hand tilted her chin up to let him claim her lips with his.
Her eyes slid closed when he kissed her, a fluttery feeling beginning in her stomach. Airi felt the man's lip piercing against her lower lip, the metal sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. Her hands moved from his back, grasping the front of his shirt and feeling the toned muscle beneath. Like Yomo's kiss, it tasted deliciously of blood and she felt her pulse speed up when the hand on her back wandered lower. Warm fingertips grazed the back of her thigh, slipping beneath the edge of her skirt.
Uta broke the kiss and studied the pink hue gracing her cheeks. A smile spread across his face, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. He let his fingers wander a bit higher, his other hand gently running his thumb over her bottom lip. "Are you sure that you're not ready to go home?"
The night air felt good and helped her sober up just a bit. She cast a glance toward the door as they began walking to her apartment, feeling bad about leaving Yomo. Itori assured her that he would make it home safely. But home as in his home or my home? Where does he live? Uta's hand squeezed hers gently, drawing her attention back to him.
It was a brisk walk to the apartment and she soon found herself sprawling on top of him on the couch. She nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, her lip piercing lightly scraping over his skin. Airi felt her legs slide to either side of his waist as he pulled her closer, her skirt slipping up her thighs. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place on top of him.
Uta leaned up to her ear, gently nipping at her skin. "Airi…I don't like sharing." He felt her tense above him and let a hand wander down from her hip. "He followed you for a reason. So what did he want?"
Airi bit her lip, that familiar chill running down her spine. "We didn't-"
"Didn't what?" While she fumbled with her words, he slipped a hand down between her spread thighs. The female ghoul gasped when his knuckles brushed something sensitive and he smiled. "What didn't you do, Airi?"
She felt his hand moving, his knuckles bumping against her covered heat. She knew what he was doing and the thought made her heart race. "We didn't…do anything…other than kiss," she continued. His hips bucked upwards, his hand rubbing a bit harder with the movement. "Ngh! U-Uta!"
He watched her eyes half-close and shifted so his back leaned against the arm of the couch. The movement made her sit upright on his hips, her face a soft pink. "Even if it was just a kiss, I don't like sharing you." He leaned up, nipping gently at her bottom lip. "How can we fix this?"
Her grey-blue gaze fixed upon his red and black eyes. The female ghoul's hands rested on his chest, gripping to his shirt when she felt his hips move up and against hers. His hand had moved to hold her in place again. The man's heated stare made her heart race and when he licked his lips, a warmth rushed through her body. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, but soon it was deepened. Airi pressed closer against him, a need growing within her.
When she pulled away, a look of satisfaction crossed his face. "Do you want to make it up to me, Airi?"
"Y-yes." She was a little embarrassed by how her voice shook when she answered him. I do, don't I? But I still have this feeling…like he's dangerous. His hips bucked into hers and she bit back a whimper. "H-how can I make it up to you…?" Something about his smile made her wonder again why she was supposed to think he was dangerous. There was something a little malevolent about his smile.