I can't help it...
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: I do not own Kaiken Phrase. Neither am I creative enough to come up with a reason why it is distinctly mine.
Authors notes: This is my very first Kaiken Phrase fic, and I warn the reader that I've only seen up to the second ep, and in raw japanese too. So my knowledge is based upon my shaky grasp of the japanese language... Please don't criticize on that basis... I also have to say that although this has been given a PG-13 rating, there is sexual mention, so those under 13 are recommended not to read. Otherwise, please enjoy the ride, and I can't wait to see what you all think!! (Reviews!)


We collapse into eachother's arms weakly, two sweat drenched bodies, exhausted from the release of our lovemaking. He smiles at me, one of his trademark childish grins, and I can't help but smile back as his lids droop, their fire gone, satiated.

"Oyasumi," He whispers, as I brush a few soft, damp strands of fiery orange out of his eyes. Lethargically, he rolls his muscled figure off of mine, although his head still rests upon my breast, and one arm snakes itself around my waist. I can't see how he finds that comfortable, or if he can even breath, but he always does that, so I quickly dismiss it. Instead, I drape my left arm atop his own, and fold the other behind my head, burying it in the long, near black tresses.

I'm so very tired, but guilt wont allow me sleep, instead it fills my mind with thoughts. I try to redirect them to the man who so trustingly splays himself before me, of how happy we've been, for so long; but that is replaced by another. Its more than just his smooth, powerful voice that attracts me, makes me feel as though I need him. I can't quite place it, but there's just something about him, some strange sort of charisma, that draws me towards him. Or perhaps its just blind lust, his strong build, and piercing blue eys; either way, his image has stained the insides of my eyelids, and whenever I dare close my eyes, he is there.

I can't help but desire him. I can't help but imagine that it is he that I've kissed so passionately, or who brings me to the brink and back. I can't help but dream of him, cradled in my arms (or vice versa) after we've come to such strong release. I find myself more and more often, having to bite down on my lip as I explode within my lover, so that that man's name does not spill from my treacherous lips. (And in times like these, I thank the heavens that I'm not a screamer, although I cannot say so much about Santa).

My mind is treacherous beyond belief, it enjoys torturing me with those arousing images, and I have not the will to stop those images from coming. I hate myself for feeling this way, for betraying my lover, albeit unbenounced to him, for putting him through this day in and day out. But I cannot leave him either, he's already been betrayed too much, and I cannot push away my guilt by pushing him away. And although I would never allow my body to follow through the actions of my mind, I believe this is far more traitorous.

A soft moan breaks through my thoughts, and I turn curious, purple eyes down to the supposedly sleeping, orange haired man, pillowed upon my chest. He burries his face in the curve of my neck, and I can feel his moist lips on my adams apple.

"I thought you were asleep," I whisper, my voice a little lost.

" I wasn't that tired yet," he chuckles onto my skin, his daring tongue lashing out against me. I shiver visibly, my skin tingling as he runs a steady hand down my toned abdomen. Unwillingly, I clench my eyes shut, that fantasy image destroying my inhibitions. I surrender to passion, that name soundlessly whispered upon my lips before they are claimed, and the betrayal insues once more...

Owari

*** So, what did everyone think of my first Kaiken Phrase ficcie? Reviews?...***