Loyalty:  Chapter 6

[Alternative Universe.  Rated R: drugs, sex, violence, and language.]

            Moaning, Fuuko was laid onto the bed with Tokiya halfway on top of her.  Kissing her breathless, Tokiya momentarily paused to take in the pleasure of having her near.  Licking her earlobe, his hands moved from her shoulders down to her hips, letting it rest there.  Slowly trailing his kisses down her neck, he stopped to come back to her swollen lips to suck on them more.  Fuuko's hands raked through his messy short hair that made her boil over whenever she saw him.   His short hair made him somehow look even sexier than he already was.  Smiling against his lips, she let her hands drop to his masculine chest where she traced every line of muscle until she reached his side.  Slightly brushing her fingers on his side, she felt him tense and then shudder from her touches.  She swept her hand to his shoulders again, nibbling his collarbone as he helped her out of his oversized shirt, leaving her entirely naked in front of him.  His naughty thumbs went to her breast, massaging them as they hardened and her gasps quickened.  Getting to her knees, Fuuko pushed him down onto his back, sliding off his pants.  Sliding her hands from his knees all the way to his chest, she laid on top of him, smiling gently before kissing on his adam's apple and moving downwards.  He groaned as he felt the soft nub moving against his member. 

            "Fuuko…." Encasing her hand around his member she began to shift it up and down.  Tokiya's grunts became louder as Fuuko mercilessly touched him.  Bending downwards, she licked his dick and finally ran her lips on it.  She felt Tokiya harden against her mouth as she sucked on it, his hips bucked.  He felt the warming heat on his hardened member until Fuuko teasingly ignored his dick, trailing her index finger on his stomach.  Tokiya moaned in frustration.  Grabbing her shoulders, he on top of her, straddling her hard as she struggled to try to free herself knowing the consequences.  Holding both of her wrists above her, he grinned mischievously.  Fuuko mirthfully laughed when he nuzzled her neck with his nose. 

            "Stop it!  It tickles!" Fuuko giggled. 

            "But I like hearing you laugh…Fuuko…" He licked around her nipples, waiting for a few seconds when her moans got louder then he gently nibbled the tip.  Slowly inching his hands towards her virginal area, he rubbed the nub of her clitoris, feeling her cum on his hands.

            "Unh...Tokiya…I hate you..."

            "And I love you, too Fuuko," Tokiya smirked.  Placing his hands on her smooth hips, he eased into her tight walls.  Latching herself onto Tokiya, she hugged him as he bucked in and out of her. 

            "Faster…" Fuuko muttered.  Tokiya's rhythm began increasing as her moans intensified.  The friction between their legs and upper body began to take toll; the humidity of the room seemingly rose.  On his last pump, Tokiya grunted and let himself fill her.  Lying on top of her, he rolled over, carrying her with him.  Kissing him for the last time, Fuuko closed her eyes.

            "Thank you, Tokiya…" she whispered before sleep took over.

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            Waking up in the morning, she found the window had been opened and the draperies opened.  Fuuko looked to her side and saw Tokiya holding her on the side soundly asleep.  Staring at his face features, he had not changed since two years ago—still dangerously handsome with his messily cut gray-brown hair.  She wondered where they would've been…if they had married that day—if she had walked down that aisle and said yes.  She wondered.  Would they have had kids by now?  Would he have been as successful?  She didn't know.  There were so man if's that made all the possibilities more the infinite.  She laid there marveling his spectacular physique.  Her thoughts wondered off to Kurei and Raiha.  What was going to happen now?  What if they found out she left the mansion already?  How was Tokiya going to get them off his back now that they've noticed him?  She thought of everyone else—Rekka, Yanagi, Kaoru, Ganko, and Domon.  They were her friends.  Always.  No matter what.  Would they come to the rescue and how would they do it?  They've survived so many death matches that now it seemed that they're gambling more now that they're older.  She didn't want to think anymore.  Closing her eyes, she placed her head in the nook of Tokiya's head, enclosing her arms around him, falling back asleep.

            "And here we are again…"she thought.

[A/N:  That's hella lemon, shoot, took me a while.  Thanks for the reviews.  Darn it!  Someone do Enishi x Misao! ='(  I wanna read some good fics too!]