Chapter 21: Fate

The heat rushed to her head, making her feel light-headed. Her body reacted instinctively to Kuon's every touch. Every ounce of the pent up passion and tangled emotions that had been brewing for the blonde American within the past few weeks, were starting to overwhelm her willpower. Feeling her body crumbling beneath her desires and his intoxicating ministrations of her flesh, Kyoko thought she would go mad with need.

His teeth latched onto her tongue and pulled it into his mouth. Sucking hard and eager, Kyoko moaned from the unbelievable excitement she was getting from being dominated so. Kuon grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall, his grip strong and unrelenting. Releasing her mouth for air, he glided down her body, tasting every little drop of water that obstructed his path. Feeling the pressure of a bite atop her breast, the actress moaned loudly.

I shouldn't… let this happen… Kyoko, thought. This is wrong… Her mind was filled with notions of being used and manipulated by Fuwa Sho for the majority of her life. This led to her thinking of Kuon's earlier actions. The mixed signals, his rejection, and pushing her away—all of these things began to swirl in her consciousness as did the sizzling way he made her burn. But it feels so damn good… she tried to play devil's advocate as her knees trembled and breath hitched. Is it really wrong it enjoy it, just once? To give in to this fantastic feeling and not give a care…?

Kuon dropped to his knees, dragging her hands down with him, making her hiss. Filling his mouth with her, he tugged her nipple gently and then began to feast with more aggression. She lifted her left thigh and rubbed it along his side, feeling the hardness of his perfect body. Moving lower, he trailed his tongue down her fit abdomen, stopping at her side to leave behind a dark, mark of his obsession of her.

Opening her eyes, Kyoko looked down at the drenched flaxen head that was inching closer and closer to her wet and aching core. Her cheeks filled with ruby red color as her mind fast-forwarded. The simple picture of his mouth in between her thighs turned her on in ways she had never experienced. The warmth of her moisture began to roll down her legs.

Kuon relinquished her wrists. Without wasting a single second, he grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up against the wall. Recognizing his intentions well, for they were what she starved for, the woman laid her legs upon his shoulders, and grasped the hands now securely positioned on her firm, little ass.

Her fresh fragrance filled the Hizuri's nostrils, making his mouth water. Glancing up momentarily, he smirked at the expression of wild bliss that was blanketed across her face. Unable to control himself up to this point, Kuon decided to force himself to slow down. He wanted to relish every drop of her. It had been so very long since he had desired a women so intensely—sexually and emotionally—he wasn't going to allow even a single moment to go to waste.

The tip of his tongue spread her lips and Kyoko held her breath. The hot breath upon her, send shivers of ice up and down her spine. He began to lick up, stopping on her clit just for a small nib. Her thighs trembled and her voice echoed around them. Pressing her head back against the wall, Kyoko closed her eyes tight and tried to calm her breathing. His deadly tongue tasted her again, a bit faster this time. Up and down, with a small flick at her swollen nub. She didn't know how much more of this torment she could tolerate. She wanted him to fill her so badly that every nerve in her body was throbbing to take control.

When her long lashes flickered open was when he penetrated her deeply, drinking her in and maneuvering in ways she never dreamt possible. Even being imbedded inside of her, he spread his mouth and used his lips to give her clit the attention it needed. The sensation was powerful. Waves of pleasure pulsed from the apex of her thighs up to her chest. It was absolutely mind-blowing. A wondrous ball of pressure started to take form within Kyoko. Her nails sunk deeper into his skin. Swollen, pink lips were spread wide in an O, whimpers of her low, seductive voice wavered whenever she could find a second to take a breath.

The pressure intensified, the ecstasy driving her absolutely fucking crazy. The shower swirled with the scent of her fresh body wash and her dripping arousal. The little beads of moisture covering every part of her body were no longer just from the water, but also from the sweat of anticipation of the release to come.

Feeling her body nearing the brink, Kuon became wilder and more aggressive, more unforgiving in the service he provided. Lower on his body, hidden behind soaking denim pants, his erection throbbed with animalistic craving to screw her senseless. He had only wanted to tease her at first, but she was sweet, mouth-watering, and irresistible. Every time she bucked her hips or cried out so sensuously, he didn't want it to stop. He only desired to make her scream louder and louder. So completely caught up in his antics, he used the force of his teeth against her and felt her gates open.

Kyoko pressed her head back against the shower wall as hard as she could and shouted his name as she exploded in orgasm. She pulsated with a powerful release. The more he drank of her, the more her body shuddered. You're driving…me…crazy…goddammit… she thought, unable to voice her words in the midst of such sexual bliss.

Kyoko felt her feet touching the hard surface of the shower's floor. The mixture of water and her feminine fluids made the floor slippery. Her knees wobbled and refused to obey her need to stand. Just as Kuon came off his knees, she fell against him. When his arms wrapped around her to keep her steady, she dared to look into his blue eyes and gasped. Wow…

The way the long hair stuck to his face, the spark of lust in the way he looked down at her, the hardness of his chest against her arms—it all took her breath away. She knew he was one handsome motherfucker, but this… This was a whole new side, a new meaning to the word sexy.

Kyoko was at a loss for words. Not only from what just transpired, but from the initiative he took. He's domineering presence had utterly overwhelmed her, and she was swept away like a tidal wave. What did he really want from her? Was it just sex? Is this why he was being so damn protective earlier? Was it more, or was she just overthinking it like she did everything else? Was she allowing herself to become another toy for a man who didn't really give a rat's ass in the end?

Swallowing a decent breath of air, the actress opened her mouth to speak, but was rendered speechless when he leaned down and picked her up, scooping her into his arms bridal style. Not caring about the wasting shower, Kyoko remained utterly wordless as he carried her off into the bedroom. Kuon threw her own onto the bed. Feeling a small smoke of nervousness pooling at the pit of her stomach, she gulped and began to scoot back upon the bed slowly.

Kuon feel to his knees upon the bed, reached down and grabbed her ankles. He then pulled her towards him and lowered his body above hers. Her taste lingered in his mouth like honey. Her scarlet tinged complexion taunted his growing love for her. Her large amber eyes and the way they admired his face drove his lust for her to points of insanity.

"Kuon…" Kyoko whispered, unable to raise her to voice much more than that. His scrutiny was too much. Just what the hell is going through your mind? She pondered.

The only reply she received was that of an ardent kiss. Deep, within of her naked chest, her heart ached. She wanted this so badly. Just being around someone so devastatingly gorgeous was enough to jump-start her hormones. But that wasn't all she wanted. Kyoko realized she was starting to want him. She didn't know him very long, didn't even know him very well for that matter. Nevertheless, she knew she was falling in love with him.

Fighting the desperate urgency to wrap herself up in his arms and his warmth, Kyoko instead placed her palms upon his chest and shoved him back. Inside, her heart was breaking, but she wouldn't do this to herself anymore. She couldn't. A successful actress and a person with her own mind, Kyoko refused to fall victim to the mind games of the men around her.

Turning her face from his, she shoved him again. "Kuon, stop… Please."

With his hands on either side of her face, he looked down, brows furrowed lightly in confusion. "What is it?" he asked. The concern was obvious, but so was the shock at being halted so abruptly.

"I… I can't do this…" Kyoko answered, trying to keep her voice firm. Crawling back and away from him, she quickly grabbed the blanket off the pillow behind her and draped it over her bare form. "I can't do this with you. It's not right."

Moving over to sit beside her, Kuon raked his hair back and turned to meet her stare. Her eyes were bathing in unfallen tears. Swallowing back a lump of fear, he adjusted his tone so as not to sound like a self-absorbed ass. "Did I do something to hurt you?"

Contemplating his question, Kyoko wanted to say yes, and so she did. The walls of her strong disposition shattered like glass all around her and she caved.

"Yes, you did something wrong." Kyoko answered, tears now streaming down her face. Sniffling, she wiped her cheeks sheepishly and spread the sheet out to cover more of herself. "You surprised me and I got caught up in the moment, but what happened… shouldn't have."

Kuon could feel his chest tightening. Unsure if this was intensified from the alcohol, or simply because he allowed himself to fall vulnerable to his feelings, but for the first time, Hizuri Kuon was being rejected. Clenching his jaw, he forced down a gulp and dropped his head, unable to look upon her any more. "I don't understand, Kyoko," he lied.

The actor knew that whatever was happening was because he had been a jerk, a dishonest jerk who ran away from his feelings when he should have just accepted them for what they were. He knew that he had it coming, but he had sincerely hoped to be wrong. Some part of Hizuri Kuon felt that he deserved to feel the pain that was taking root in him, and so he asked, "Tell me what I did wrong."

"You… you cared for me, Kuon."

This time, he did look up at her, surprised and baffled.

"You cared for me in ways that I've never known. You made me believe that maybe somewhere along the line that concern was something else. But then you treat me like I'm some burden, a nuisance that you were just stuck with out of duty and respect for Takarada-san."

You were… at first… Kuon thought bitterly, hating himself. But you're not now… God… you drive me so fucking crazy…

"You act all protective and you even get jealous, but I'm starting to realize that you just want what everyone else does…"

What? "Kyoko, that's not—" Kuon tried to move closer to her, but was stopped quickly.

"No! Don't!" Scooting off the bed, she moved further and further away until her back pressed up against the wall. "Men are all the same. You see something pretty, then you need to go screw it. You see something that you can't have, then you have to make it yours and prove you're supreme. You all use the people around you to satisfy yourselves and when you're finished…"

"Kyoko, that's not what—"

"I don't believe you," she snapped, more tears flowing down her face. All Kyoko could see through her blurred vision of the reality before her, was the pain and agony caused by Fuwa Sho. All she could feel was the hollowed emptiness she felt when she saw Kuon with that gorgeous woman. All Kyoko knew was that she wasn't meant for love, yet her heart kept betraying her… "You made me… You made me fall for you when you had no intention of ever feeling the same… You don't believe in love, just sex, right?"

Kuon was speechless. Closing his mouth, he was finally starting to recognize her line of thinking. He had never felt the bigger idiot in his entire life… than in that one moment. Pulling to his feet, he walked over to the door, but stopped, unable to leave things like this. He didn't have anything to say to her to make her feel better. Kuon had already fucked up any chances that he could ever have with Kyoko, so what was left? Didn't she decided that she hated him now? Glancing over his shoulder at her, he cursed Kin for being right, yet again.

"You hate him, but you don't even know him." Kyoko continued through his silence. She pushed to a stance and walked over to her closet, pulling out her packed bags. "He doesn't lie about what he wants, even if they are horrible, horrible things. Even if it's just sex, he tells me to my face." Turning around, Kyoko eyed Kuon with ghostly empty eyes. "You say he's not trustworthy, but he's probably the only person I can trust."

Looking away, Kuon ground his teeth. Her words stung, but he had it coming, didn't he? After all, he was too fucking scared of his own feelings and how they may inadvertently hurt her. He was such a chicken shit that he had shoved her further and further away. Now, when she would need him the very most, he wouldn't be able to do anything for her. As he looked at her tear-streaked profile, the actor silently said his good-bye, and accepted his fate.

The night was cold as Kin stepped out of the bar. Wrapping her leather coat around herself, she lifted her head and gazed at the dark night sky. Clouds were starting sprout and the wind became rather unforgiving in its chill. The retired super model rubbed her hands together and began her short stroll back to her lavish apartment.

She remembered when she had decided to settle in Tokyo. After reaching the peak of her career, she had made the difficult decision to retire officially. After seeing so many other beautiful women fall victim to the obsession of retaining beauty as nothing more than a source of income and self-identity, Kin had realized she never wished to allow herself to fall so low. The industry was completely taken aback when she announced her retirement, but the babe could honestly state that she didn't regret it at all.

Slipping her hands into the warm comforts of her coat, she dropped her head and continued walking at a comfortably brisk pace. Her mind fell to thoughts of her dearest pillow pal, Hizuri Kuon. Kin smiled as she remembered how badly she crushed on him in the past, but as always he was never interested in anything more than sex. To see him fall head over heels for a woman was surprising, almost surreal. Yet, Kin couldn't really be surprised with his choice of woman.

The only actress with only one name, Kyoko. She had started young at the age of sixteen and quickly showed the industry her innate acting talents. In just a few years, Miss Kyoko managed to take the crown as Japan's number one actress; one of the most talented actresses of her time in fact. What really caught people's admiration was her humble attitude. Even with unfathomable amounts of success and wealth, she was completely down to earth, shy even. Having such a cute, approachable personality with that sort of talent was a rarity anywhere.

Giving her head a small shake, Kin smiled. "You really know to choose 'em, don't ya Hizuri?" she muttered to herself.

Recalling the damaged events that still haunted the Hizuri hunk, the African beauty felt that he deserved happiness and love more than anyone else. Spending so many years suffering alone, shutting away anything good because he felt unworthy was preposterous and a colossal waste of his life. If there was anything that Kin could do to help Kuon attain his joy and peace of mind, she would help him without hesitation. Even though she has moved on from her crushing phase of their relationship, she still cared for the American immensely, more so than anyone else in her life.

Pulling her keys out of her pocket, she stepped into the warm, glass building. Nodding her hello to the doorman, Kin strode into the circular, glass elevator and punched in the button for the top floor. Stepping out into the crème carpeted hallway, she walked to the double doors at the left end of the hallway, the second set of only two rooms on the floor. Being a retired top of the market super model definitely had its perks.

After stepping into the dark apartment, she tossed her keys into the bowl on the right, from habitual memory, stripped off her coat and gloves and tossed them over the couch as she strode through the living room, towards her bedroom down another long passage. There was one door at the end of the hallway, which forked right to another room. As she reached her room, she saw light flowing out of the crack from beneath the spare room. Turning towards it, Kin swallowed a nervous lump and walked on.

Her lovely eyes fell to the golden door knob. For the briefest second, she thought of just storming into the space, invading the area that she was paying for. But deep down, the model was terrified. If she pissed him off again, who knew what the hell he would do to her. His anger was a horrible, nasty little monster. Curling her fingers into a delicate fist, she contemplated knocking when the door swung open, startling her abruptly.

"Kin, darling," his masculine, smooth voice called her name so charmingly. But the look in his dark gaze sent chills down to the core of her being. "Why are you lurking?" He asked with a cocked brow.

"I, uh, saw the light and wanted to see if you needed anything," she replied matching his Japanese, noticing that a shiver had taken place in her hands.

He chuckled.

Kin could almost taste the dangerous aura that seeped out of him, but she was wholly mesmerized by that stare. In all of her years she had had plenty of weird and treacherous encounters, but she had never met a man quite like this one.

"You're a horrible liar, darling." He snapped with an eerie calm.

Her eyes widened.

"You're curious, admit it."

Kin swallowed again.

Reaching out, he placed his perfectly manicured, clean hands upon her shoulder and gave her a small squeeze. Feeling her flinch lightly to his touch, gave him satisfaction. He sneered. "I think it's time I show you what I need from you."

"You don't have to—"

"Nonsense," he interrupted. Sliding his hand down her arm, he stole her hand and pulled her fiercely into the room and slammed the door behind them. "You only have one more task left and then you're free, my love."

The Man moved to stand beside her. His eyes fell upon her face and he had to bite back a sadistic snicker. So very afraid of what she was about to witness, Kin had slammed her eyes closed, almost convinced that this was a trick of sorts.

"Go ahead, darling. Open your eyes."

"I'm not sure that it's time yet, for me to know…"

He brushed his mouth against her ear and kissed her seductively. "Do it," he whispered. The authoritative demand was enough to make her acquiesce.

Hesitantly, long brown eye lashes flickered and velvety lids moved back. As she absorbed the scene surrounding them, her pink painted lips fell open in distraught shock. She ravished the walls with her intense stare, utterly swayed to believe this had to be a horrid nightmare. There was no way in fracking hell fate could be so unkind…could it?

Kyoko.

Japan's number one actress.

She was plastered everywhere.

The wall directly in front of them consisted of photos of all sizes, black & white as well as colored, of Kyoko in an array of different areas and positions, wearing a variety of expressions. They all looked to be photos of her public appearances, and photos of her working on set. Kin moved her eyes with the shrine to the left and felt her face heat with embarrassment. The wall to the left was a shrine to her physical beauty. All of these pictures were intimate in nature. Unable to stop herself, unable to contain her curiosity, Kin stepped closer to the wall. The black and white photos were all of her and her husband in intimate, sexual settings. The colored photos were of her in the shower, or just entirely nude, but alone. A terrible, hard lump began to blossom in the confines of her thin throat…

"This is your project?" She asked in her British accented English. "You are stalking Kyoko? The nation's most powerful celebrity?"

"Stalking is such a distasteful word," The Man replied in Japanese, moving to step beside her again. He admired his work with a lascivious gleam. "Miss Kyoko is my world."

Kin looked over at him and saw how deadly serious he was. This man… he's insane… he's bloody lost it.

"Kyoko is perfection in every way possible. Her beauty is simple, sophisticated, and elegant. Her talent unmatched in years, whether by man or woman. Her kindness, a humble charm, is mesmerizing. Perfection. That is Kyoko."

"And… you're plan is to…what? Make her fall in love with you?"

"She already loves me, she just doesn't know it yet." The Man looked over at the model and tenderly brushed the back of his fingertips against her cheek. "It's only a matter of time before she's all mine, you'll see, darling. And you're going to help me."

All of the pieces fit together in a perfect jigsaw puzzle of clarity. Kin's jaw dropped. Kyoko was the object one of her longest and dearest friend's desires. But she was also the object of this crude man's dirty obsession… Stuck in the middle of loyal bound duty, and the desperate desire for self-preservation, the model realized she was about to make a choice in life and death. "If I refuse?" she asked nervously, switching back to Japanese.

The Man grabbed her jaw with excruciating brute force, making her cringe and groan in agony. "Then you will never learn of your sister's death." He brought her mouth to his and kissed her softly. "Instead you can just join her." The Man shoved her back so violently that Kin collided with the wall behind her and crumbled to the ground in a heap.

A/N: For people familiar with Sho's Salvation, I will be changing the events of this section from the original as well. I have the original author's permission; she's even helping me write it all out. I hope it's okay. 'Til next time friends.