Kyoko woke up curled up against Kuon's side with the blanket pulled over their bodies. She was fully covered while he was partial with what was remaining. They were still lying over the covers, so it was obvious that she was his main concern.
She smiled, not willing to leave her position but mother nature was screaming at her to get out of bed. With a sigh, she carefully tried to slip out without waking him but it was in vain.
"Good morning," he greeted her as she sat up and felt the need to cover herself up.
"Morning," she blushed. "I need to visit the restroom."
He sat up with a sleepy smile making her heart swell at the sight of it. "M'kay. Then maybe we can take a shower?" He asked with some heat lighting up his eyes.
"Hmm only if you promise that we will have time for breakfast," she countered, making him frown playfully.
Then Cain smirked. "I always make time for what my little sister wants."
Setsu haughtily nodded and then stood up to take care of nature's call. She came out with the bathrobe on and gave Kuon the restroom. She wondered if he would say something, but he didn't. Instead, he got up from the bed, strode over completely comfortable in his nudity, leaned down to kiss her softly, and then disappeared behind the bathroom door.
"Ugh, playboy!" she groaned as the heat rushed to her cheeks. Kyoko flopped back onto the bed with a sigh and a huge smile. Taking a deep breath, she realized that she was still tired and her body ached. It wasn't a bad ache, but a reminder of everything that has happened so far. She started to stretch her body trying to ease the ache as her mind wandered. Ren, her sempai and her lover, was also her fairy prince and the son of acting royalty. Memories filled her busy mind, thoughts of her time with him, of her treasured memories of Corn and his father. Her heart started to thump loudly as doubt filled her. She had only recently accepted Ren Tsuruga into her life. The idea that this gorgeous, respected man was in love with her still made everything feel unreal. Now, he added all these extra layers that she had to wrap her mind around.
"Kyoko," he called out to her from the bathroom. Rising from her place on the bed, she refocused on the here and now. She looked over and found him leaning out from the doorway with the sound of the shower beating from behind him. The moment their eyes met his smile widened making his green eyes light up. Her heart slammed into her chest almost painfully as she looked at him. He lifted his left hand out to her, stretching his arm out, asking her to join him.
Her body moved without thinking. Her lips spread into a smile. Her eyes teared up and glittered with affection. Her heart hammered within her as her hand reached out to take his. His fingers curled around hers, and the heat of his touch filled her making her skin flush bright red. Her eyes never left his as he pulled her towards him, her feet stepping closer to him as he brought her hand up to his lips.
"Your shower awaits you, my love," he whispered to her before pulling her into his arms. She felt her knees get weak as the strength of his arms around her waist. Her hands glided up his arms and slipped over his shoulders to meet behind his neck. They moved toward each other with soft smiles and eager anticipation until their lips sparked as they met. His soft lips pressed against hers and she sighed into it. Kyoko tilted her head and pulled him in, forcing him down as she deepened the kiss.
Kuon groaned as her tongue slipped between his lips. Feeling the world spin, he had to keep them from falling by bracing them against the doorframe. She pulled away leaving him breathless.
"We'll never get anywhere if you keep kissing me like that," he panted.
"Does that mean you want to stop kissing me?" She teased, but the mere thought of it pierced through him painfully. He pulled her close to him and all the humor drained from his face. With his left arm curled around her waist, he raised his right and gently caressed her face.
"After tasting the fruits of heaven, I would be living in hell without it." He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers and amended, "without you."
She softly snorted and shook her head in disbelief. The honesty of it was missed, but he didn't mind so long as she was there. He twisted his head and leaned down to kiss her softly. It was brief but it left her feeling high. "I love you," she whispered as soon as their lips parted. His lips split into a large grin and he leaned down and picked her up.
"I love you," he exclaimed as he lifted her over his head and then spun both of them around as he chanted, "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." She laughed, bracing herself on his shoulders until they were near the shower stall door. He set her down but did not let her go.
"Marry me," he asked again.
She laughed and lightly shoved his shoulders. "Stop joking," she pouted.
"I'm not. I mean every word I say," he assured her as he hugged her and she just now realized he was naked this whole time as her arms wrapped around his naked waist. She didn't know what to say to him. Didn't know how to respond to his question about marriage and his statement of truthfulness. It was all too good to be true and she wasn't ready to test the strength of the bridge they were on.
"You seem to be a little underdressed," she sidetracked. Kuon pulled away slightly and smirked.
"For where we are going, you are overdressed. Let me fix that," he stated and pulled apart the hotel bathrobe.
"Do you think the water is still hot?" She asked, looking at the steamed-up doors.
He hummed as he revealed her naked body, slowly moving it away. "If it's not, I think we can heat it up," he answered huskily, making her hesitate.
"I'm um," she bit her lip and timidly looked away. "Maybe I shouldn't join you." She took a small step back causing him to frown and grip the edges of her robe tightly.
"What's wrong?"
She was embarrassed to say anything. It wasn't like she felt bad, just stiff. What if she mistakenly thought it was from their activities and he laughs at her. However, if she said nothing and they continued in the shower, it might get worse. At the same time, if it was nothing, then she wanted to continue. Unfortunately, he was the one person that could answer the question.
"I'm um," she bashfully looked down and nervously stammered, "well, um, do you feel… or rather… uh are you maybe a little… stiff?" She glanced up at him as he processed her words. Her face burned the moment he let out a little snort.
"Can't you tell?" He teased with a knowing little tone.
Kyoko didn't think about her choice of words until he implied it. She covered her face mortified and shook her head. "I meant sore! Not that!"
Kuon frowned and then it dawned on him what she was saying and the humor left. "Are you hurting? Did I hurt you?"
That grief-stricken look on his face made her quickly reply, "No, I'm fine. I'm not hurting… there. Only my back and hips a little," she quietly added. "But um, is that unusual to feel this way? Are you…" she gestured towards him and then nervously bit her lip.
He softly smiled at her. "I'm not, but that doesn't mean anything. If you are feeling worn out, that is all that matters." Kuon lifted his hand and combed back her hair. "We don't have to do anything. In fact, a hot shower would be the best solution to your problem." He pulled her closer to him making her smile. "I can still make you feel good."
She flushed. "It's not your job to make me feel good. Especially 100% of the time we are together."
He hummed in thought and countered, "I could have sworn you told me it was my duty to ensure your happiness for the rest of our days."
Kyoko opened her mouth to object but found that she couldn't. Instead, she twisted her mouth in thought and her lips in a skeptical smirk. "And what about this…" she lightly grazed the head of his hardening member.
He flushed with a little smirk. "Just ignore it," he said unreasonably and pushed off the robe from her shoulders, slipping it down her arms.
"That's not possible," she answered and pulled her arms free from the robe. She ran her fingers up his bare chest to press herself against him as the robe fell. "If there is nothing to worry about, then we can both feel good." She pressed a soft kiss on the underside of his chin and he let out a little groan.
"I promise if you feel good, I will too," he murmured sinfully and opened the shower door for her.
Kyoko found herself at his mercy as he washed her. He didn't let her do a single thing as his hands massaged every inch of her body. She had tried to wash him, tried to give him attention but he kept her back towards him at all times. Plus everything he was doing felt so damn good. It was hard to argue with him. The heat of the water and his long strong fingers worked all of the aches and stiffness out of her body. It didn't take very long for her to forget her condition. She was a melted pile of goo under his ministrations. If it wasn't for him, she would be a mess on the shower stall floor. Granted, it was his fault she was whimpering and moaning in the first place.
She was braced against the shower wall with water pelting at her back when Kuon ran his firm hand up her back. Her back arched back as he reached her shoulders. His touch curved around to push her arms from the slick tiled wall. She instantly fell back into his embrace. The water rushed over her head and face as the back of her head landed high on his chest. His left hand came up and lifted her chin up and to the side. Before she could blink the water out of her eyes, Kuon's lips fell over hers. She sucked in a sharp breath and let it out through her nose as he kissed her. With his right hand, she felt him spread soap across her torso, slipping and sliding up and down her stomach and between her breast. It was maddening that he wouldn't touch her.
Finally, after what felt like forever, his left hand came down and cupped her breast. She let out a little moan as he pinched and teased her nipple. His right hand stroked down her stomach and around her hips. Anticipation filled her as his fingers slipped down at her thighs. She reached up and slid her hand across his shoulder and gripped his hair behind his neck. His arousal, ever persistent, touched her lower back and the more he touched her, the more she wished she never said anything. It was during one of their deeper kisses that she was able to spin around and face him. Her hands cupped him gently making him break the kiss.
"Kuon," she cooed and stroked him with her soapy fingers. He moaned and jerked his hips towards her before he placed his larger hands over hers.
"I'm fine," he murmured and took her hands up to his mouth and kissed them. She whimpered in protest and he shook his head. "I'd rather wait until you are better than risk hurting you further."
"But I feel good now," she insisted and rubbed her hips against him a bit. He let out a little hiss and his eyes fluttered closed. His hands dropped to her hips and stopped her with a little squeeze. Kyoko bit her lip in thought and blushed as her mind jumped to an embarrassing idea.
"Would you show me?" She asked without looking at him. The hot water was still beating down on both of them.
"Show you?" He asked, not understanding. Kyoko was tempted to drop it but quickly repeated her request while staring at his chest.
"Would you show me how you touch yourself?" She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. "I want to watch you."
He gently touched her face bringing her attention up to him. Hazy green eyes looked down at her making her suck in a breath.
"Will you give me something to watch too?"
A shiver ran through her and her hands dropped with uncertainty. He smiled at his shy yet unpredictable girlfriend. He reached out and slid his hands up her back making her arch against him and tilted her head back. Kuon dipped down and kissed her. She moaned and reached out to him, but he pulled back all too soon. She panted softly looking up at him as he stepped back. She watched him lean back against the cold tile of the shower stall and blushed as he wrapped his hand around his cock. Her eyes flickered down to the hand that started moving up and down languidly and back up to his face. His heated green eyes met hers and she breathed out a shudder.
He was staring at her intently as he pumped. She watched his gaze drop down to her body and her arms raised to cover herself up. Then another idea struck her as her hand gently cupped her breast. With her eyes closed, she flushed as she boldly started to rub her breast. Her fingers lightly ran back and forth over her left breast and then rolled her hardened nipple between her digits. Kuon groaned softly in front of her, making her eyes peer up at him.
His arm was moving furiously up and down his length. Her lip found its way between her teeth as she watched him. It was fast, harsh movements, so much so that she would have sworn it would have hurt. The look on his face said otherwise. His eyes were ablaze with passion and need and it was all directed at her. Kyoko flushed and could feel her body respond in kind. Her hand found its way down her abdomen and lightly fingered the wet curls of her sex.
"Keep going," he commanded throatily. She sighed as her hand slipped down and touched her aroused clit.
"I want you," she whispered as her hand started to circle her clit. Even the water of the shower couldn't rid her of the slickness of her excitement. Her fingertips easily moved over her swollen lips and her eager little bud. She could feel her body tremble as the tension within her rose.
"Kyoko," he moaned as his hand sped up and his head leaned back against the tile. "So sexy. I want to touch you. Let me see you cum."
She whimpered and suddenly leaned towards her side, still watching him. She knew her tricks just as he knew his own. Her body was tipping over the edge and she didn't hesitate to push herself over. Her eyes closed as she felt her body climax. Her hand stilled between her legs and she doubled over slightly. She heard him groan beside her and watched him spill his seed within the palm of his hand. The look of ecstasy was on his face but the need was still there, still staring at her. Did she look at him like that too? Because the look on his face seemed to mirror the feeling within her.
She stepped up to him and he welcomed her with a passionate kiss. Neither of them cared that he wasn't cleaned up yet, merely wanting to feel each other, feed each other, and fulfill their need for each other.
"Kuon," she mumbled between their kisses and he hummed in reply, not wanting to stop. "Please."
He shook his head. She had no idea but shower sex was hard on both partners. He didn't want to do things with her already sore because he wasn't feeling gentle right now.
She groaned but kept kissing and touching him, feeling his body slick against hers. She sighed as he drank the water from her skin. Panting, she closed her eyes to take a breath as he licked down her chest.
"We should stop then," she stated before whimpering as he sucked her tip into his mouth. He answered with a nod while her flesh was still between his lips. His eyes were tightly closed against the stream of water but his tongue was doing nefarious things to her nipple. Her hands slicked back his wet black hair as he kneeled before her.
"Kuon," she moaned as he moved to her other breast.
With one last lick, he pulled back with a sigh. "Right. Okay," he said, trying to convince himself to move away. She wasn't sure if she meant to stop him or to encourage him, but he managed to pull himself back. He stood back up; his knees thankful. But pulled her into a kiss before reaching his full height. They begrudgingly cleaned up with lingering hands and sneaky kisses. The moment they were out of the shower, Kuon lifted her dropped bathrobe and helped her with it. Kyoko flushed with a loving smile as he secured it around her waist and she watched him do the same for his robe.
"Not so tempting now?" Kyoko asked in reassurance.
Kuon wiggled his open hand back and forth in a so-so motion. "It will have to do. Otherwise, we'd never see the light of day."
She flushed. Their fevered passion turned into blushing sweetness as Kuon lifted the hair drier and started to dry her hair. She objected, but he leaned down and kissed her shoulder gently.
"Let me spoil you," he whispered and picked up her hairbrush. Kyoko couldn't keep her heart calm or her face normal as he dried her hair. They were in front of the vanity mirror in the bathroom so every time she snuck a look up at him so seriously styling her hair, the color on her cheeks returned full force. Once done helping her with Setsu's wig and everything, she insisted on doing the same and he did not argue. She loved the feel of his hair between her fingers and blow-drying through all that thickness made her smile with delight. Her thoughts wandered to his golden locks instead of Cain's black ones and wistfully thought… one day. Once done, she realized she styled his hair for Ren, not Cain.
"Ah sorry," she said timidly. "Um, we can gel the little flicks in for Nii-san."
He smiled, turned towards her, and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry about it. I'll do it. You go get dressed for the day."
"Okay," she said blissfully and left as he reached for the hair gel.
She closed the door behind her, more out of instinct than anything else. Still feeling high and flushed, it took her a moment to remember that she needed to get dressed. Kyoko was sure that Cain wouldn't take long so instead of looking through the clothes Jelly brought, she went to her closet and channeled Setsu for her attire.
When Cain came out of the bathroom, Setsu was hooking up the last silver eye-hook clasp that lined the front of her corset. The man stopped in his tracks as his eyes swallowed the vision of black in front of him. She put on a ruffled lace black skirt that had many straps of belts with silver buckles that varied in thickness. The leather straps hugged the top of her hips and tightly fastened around her up to the base of her rib cage. There were a few silver chains that dangled around her hips to catch the light. As if more attention to her swinging hips was needed with that surprisingly short skirt.
A peek of pale flesh stood in stark contrast between the belted skirt and her top that only covered her breasts in a line of bright silver eye-hook clasps. It has a simple design but matched the lace design over solid black cloth. Two belts lined with silver eyelets made up the shoulder straps with a silver buckle fastening it to her top that was purely for aesthetics.
It was all wrong. From the shortness of the skirt to the strip of fabric that covered her breasts. There was too much skin, and it was so eye-catching, he couldn't keep his eyes away from her soft pale legs walking back and forth across the room and the idea of unhooking those latches to easily access her tempting…
"Change," he ordered, already channeling Cain without meaning to.
Setsu looked up at him with wide eyes and then a second later deadpanned with a look of irritation.
"No," she responded as she pulled out her make-up bag from her suitcase and then went to the dresser mirror. "I'm not your little Barbie doll that you can dress up the way you like." She stated as she pulled out a pallet of eye shadow. She leaned over the dresser slightly and started to apply a bright yellowish gold color onto her lids. "Besides, you won't like anything I packed anyway. No pants for hot, humid island paradise. You're lucky I'm wearing this much." Her hand went up and down from the pallet as she painted her eyes as she spoke, all the while his eyes were locked on her backside.
"Then maybe you should stay here," he threatened, making Setsu snap closed the case and twist to glare at him.
"Why the hell would I come all the way out here then?!" She snapped.
"To be with me," he smirked and answered with a tone that said she was stupid.
Her lip twitched almost into a smile but was forced into a sneer. "Exactly!" She set the eye shadow down with her brush and dug into the bag for lipstick. "So why would I stay in the hotel room while my dumb brother is doing who knows what with who knows who." She found the color she wanted and popped the top. It was almost orange in color.
"You are not coming with me dressed like that," he told her again in a serious tone.
She applied the orange color to her lips and pressed them together, blending the color, and then made an exaggerated pop sound with them. She turned towards him once again and he was stunned at the look. Her eyes shimmered in gold and brown shades with black liner making the gold in her eyes bleed through the grey contacts she wore. The orange lipstick had more red in it than he thought but it was bright and eye-catching. She was beautiful.
"Fine," she stated. Walking to the bed, she moved to the nightstand, picked up the remote control, and then fell on the bed to watch TV.
"Enjoy filming for the rest of the day wondering if your dear sister is okay alone. Worried if she might get bored sitting in the hotel room and might go wandering off to see the sights and sounds happening outside. Your dear sister wearing who knows what walking about in this foreign tropical island filled with swimming pools, beaches, and half-dressed men walking around with their big hormone-driven di…."
"STOP," Cain roared and Setsu knew she won. She clicked off the TV, dropped the remote on the bed, and bounced up onto her feet.
"Ready to go?" She beamed before walking past him towards her shoes. She didn't wait for him. Simply left after putting on her chunky ankle boots. He quickly caught up before she reached the elevator. Happy, she wrapped her arm around his and leaned into him. Cain sighed but reached out and took her hand, weaving his fingers along with hers.
Murasame walked onto the set with a refreshing tropical fruit smoothie, a smile on his face, and a bounce in his step. Being able to wake up with the early morning sun streaming through his window, taking an early morning jog to energize him, and filling up his belly with a tasty drink. The set was buzzing with the crew setting up and the cast rolling in.
All except….
He walked up to Director Konoe and let out a huff. "Give me some good news, Director."
Konoe glanced over to his lead protagonist and pressed his lips together knowing exactly what the young star wanted. Instead, he continued to look at the plan today and avoided the topic. "They are promising a bright, cloudless day and we have the whole area cleared for the week. Everyone has arrived in the country so the rest of the filming should go smoothly, Murasame-kun."
He nodded as he listened to the director list off all the good things. "So, he's here," he said, not beating around the bush.
"He arrived yesterday," Konoe replied vaguely.
"Is he here?" Murasame repeated with a deeper serious voice.
A held breath huffed out through Konoe's nose. "No, he's not here yet."
"Damn it," he cursed and then leaned down as another thought came to mind. "Did he come alone?"
"Yes…" he hesitated and then added, "but he's not alone now."
"Shit," Murasame threw his plastic cup with his remaining drink in the trash in frustration. "He was never on time, but at least without his "sister" he arrived somewhat early." He started to storm off, his good mood gone, "I should have slept in. The damn bastard isn't going to show up till noon, messing around with his fucking…."
His voice drifted off as he walked away and Director Konoe was thankful that he didn't hear the rest. As predicted, the cast started filming scenes that did not require BJ. Scenes that had them running, talking and planning in the woods, but there was only so much they could film without the antagonist. The day was heating up, the sun was moving high above their heads when they called for a break and the cast quickly scampered inside to the air-conditioned waiting room. That's when he saw her.
Setsuka was sitting there alone in the room, a bottle of water with a straw in her hand and a phone in the other. Murasame stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of her. Of course, his first thought was Legs. She had her leg propped up with the heel of her boot hooked on the edge of the table and the other rested on the ground. The long pale shapely bare leg stretched with a slight bend for him to ogle. Gorgeous legs. His eyes trailed up over the ruffle of her black skirt, how those belts clinched her tiny waist and her top hiding her sweet little breasts. Then their eyes met and the look of pure irritation graced her eyes.
"Setsu-chan!" Manaka screeched as she burst forward in excitement looking around the room. "Is Cain-san here too!"
Setsuka pushed against the coffee table making a loud noise across the floor. She stood up with a tsk and walked around the couch to leave the room heading deeper into the building.
Murasame's next thought as she walked out that door was cute ass too. Damn shame she's taken.
The break took a little longer than was originally called for since Cain was in make-up. The crew set up everything they needed for his scenes. Lunch came and went by the time the two of them came out. Setsu still looked like a dangerous wet dream with Death walking behind her keeping everyone away. Manaka was the first to move, getting up from her seat to greet them, but they were back out the door before her weight was over her feet.
"Oh, why didn't they say hi?" Manaka pouted as she sat back down with a huff.
"Manaka-chan, please give up. Seriously," Murasame pleaded in vain, knowing she wasn't listening.
It wasn't five minutes before they were called to set and the real start of their day.
Kyoko was dying! For the fiftieth time in three hours, she lifted her sweat-damp hair from the back of her neck up to pile on top of her head. IT WAS HOT. She leaned her head back as she held her hair up and drank down her fourth bottle of iced water. She was so full but wanted the cold drink. Sweat was dripping from her wig running down her face, her neck, and down her chest and back. She could feel it pool between her breasts and soak into the leather bands that wrapped around her waist.
Worst outfit ever.
Even the lace made her skin itch where it touched her thighs. Thighs that were wet from the collection of sweat from sitting on the bench. Never wear black. Never wear leather. I'm going to die. With her head back trying to get her hair to stay away from her, she closed her eyes and tried to meditate.
I am not hot. It is not hot. I am cool as a cucumber in a refrigerator. Ugh, that sounds so good.
She wanted to rip the wig off, to put on shorts and a tank top. Though what would be best would be to put on a swimsuit and dive into the cool, blue water on the beach. Her lips lifted into a smile at the thought of it until she heard that annoying chirp of a voice spewing sickening words.
"...amazing how scary your acting is. I've never met anyone who could look like that without CGI. When I went for the role, my manager told me that most of the scary stuff would be added in after the shoot because I'm not good with scary things, but then with make-up, you are so scary, but then in truth, you are so kind, and…"
Manaka went on and on and her voice got louder. Setsu's body grew tense at every word. A twitch formed over her right eye as her lips morphed into a scowl. Even with that, she refused to acknowledge it. She forced her head to stay back, her eyes to remain closed and while her body simmered with irritation and borderline rage, she did nothing. Soon a shadow loomed over her giving her a break from the sun; however, the chattering was now right at her ear and she sneered.
"Will you shut your chittering pet rat up?" she snapped at Cain in English and Manaka's words faltered.
Unfortunately, Cain did not reply, Manaka did, "Setsu-chan, you are not looking so good. We told you that everyone is free to stay inside, there was no reason for you to be outside. The air conditioning is really nice and there are lots of cold drinks and..."
Setsu groaned loudly and jumped out of her seat with a glare at the smaller girl. She glanced up at Cain who was looking down at her with a blank mask on. Without a word, she turned on the ball of her foot towards the waiting room Manaka mentioned. She casually walked over and Manaka started talking again thinking she did something good.
"Cain-san, there is this club downtown that some of the locals know. They said it will be a lot of fun with really good music and drinks. Everyone is going after the shooting today…" Setsu grabbed the door handle and opened it as she talked about some stupid dance club. Setsu stepped to the side opening the door wide and as expected of a dumb animal, Manaka happily walked in while talking and looking up at Cain. As soon as she stepped into the room, Setsu closed the door in her face and then leaned against it so that no one couldn't open it up again. Since the door was glass, she had a stupid look on her face as she looked at both of them confused.
Crossing her arms and her ankles casually, she looked up at Cain and calmly asked, "Are they calling it for the day?"
He shook his head. There was a small smile on his lips as he looked down at her. "No. Review and upkeep," he answered and there was a small timid knock on the door behind her. Setsu raised her right eyebrow at the sound and she could still see Manaka's bright but enviously cool outfit in the corner of her eye. Cain lifted his arm and pressed his hand on the door frame, leaning against it to assist with keeping the door closed with Setsu.
Hiding her smile, Setsu sighed and looked off into the distance. "How much longer is today going to be?"
"Another hour or two."
She blinked up at the sky and could tell that there was more than enough daylight to cover that requirement. Nodding, she lifted her hands to lift her hair. "I should have tied up my hair," she mumbled, looking haggard.
"You should stay inside then," he told her, causing her to glare up at him.
She pushed herself off the door and glanced at Manaka through the window before snapping back at him, "I'm fine. I'm not like your pet chinchilla that needs to be kept at the perfect temperature before fainting." Her eyes caught movement behind him and she leaned over to see the crew coming over. "Break's over."
She took a single step away before he grabbed her arm. "Setsu," he rumbled in a low voice. It was filled with disbelief and concern and masked with a low-level threat. She jerked her arm out and simply walked off as Murasame started to slam against the door Cain held closed. The lead star bellowed for Cain to open the door.
Cain watched her walk off. His body leaned forward to give chase but the staff crowded him immediately. Combined with Murasame's efforts, he was forced back to work. The door beside him opened and Murasame attempted to shove him but found it was near impossible, which only ticked him off further. The one to make Cain move was Manaka as she grabbed his arm cheerfully.
Setsu leaned against the wall in a somewhat shaded spot. Her eyes met his as everyone started to move. She gave him a big fake smile and wiggled her fingers in a cute little wave. They were talking to him and she knew she should have been there, but what was the point anymore. He would be fine and she didn't want to deal with everyone surrounding him. He scowled and jerked his arm out of Manaka's grip. His temper parted the group to return to the set. Everyone followed him, as if he had a gravity pull, or like the pied piper drawing the rats out of the city with his song.
She chuckled at her joke. He would not find it funny, but that only made it better for her. Not that she would ever admit it, but today was a terrible day. If pinned down and tortured, she would simply say it was because of the heat, but it wasn't. From the moment Manaka saw them, she was around them every free moment. To clarify, Manaka was around Cain every free moment.
Kyoko was not jealous. She trusted Kuon and knew that the pest was annoying him just as much, but Kyoko had her doubts if he was doing enough to get rid of her. It was within his character's limits to be rude to her, and while he was by normal standards, she would not relent. Unless he was willing to physically harm her, she latched onto him like a barnacle. No matter how much Cain tried to shake her off, that sucker was stuck on him. She constantly appeared next to him the moment he stopped acting as if she was his assistant - getting him water, a towel, and chatting his ear off. It made her stomach churn.
It's his problem, not mine. Kyoko told herself for the hundredth time. "Who told you to smile at her, stupid," she mumbled to herself. She looked around at her little spot against the wall searching for a more comfortable position. She located a shaded spot away from the waiting room but still within sight of everything. The issue was there was nowhere to sit and standing there for two hours would not be ideal. Plus, her outfit would not make sitting down on the ground appealing. Nevertheless, this was the better option.
By the end of the day, she was beyond uncomfortable. Her feet hurt, her outfit was starting to smell bad, maybe the wig too, and she saw Manaka around Cain way too often today. It took Cain about thirty minutes to change and get rid of the body modifications, so she had to wait even longer while the crew packed up the equipment and the cast started to trickle out.
Setsu saw them talking happily with each other and Kyoko looked down. Normally, she wanted to be part of that, to build up good relationships with the cast, but instead, she wrapped herself in her solitude which came rather easily to her. Still, she couldn't help but glance and overhear what they were talking about. That nightclub Manaka was talking about was the main point of their conversation. She looked down while listening, playfully kicking the heel of her boot on the ground to get a little relief for her feet.
She heard Cain's name and glanced over to see Manaka settling down to wait. Setsu rolled her eyes and thumped her head on the wall behind her. She heard Murasame start to try and convince her how useless it was to try and appeal to him. Listen to him. Please. You are so vexing. He doesn't like you. He will never like you. He's mine. Heat flared through her as she heard Manaka defend her position and wanted to scream.
"Setsu," Cain's voice cut through the building rage and she blinked up at him in his normal Cain-like clothing. "Let's go," he said and started to move rather urgently. His character would not be so rushed, but both of them wanted to leave as quickly as possible.
"CAIN-SAN!" Manaka screeched out and both of them felt their hackles raise. She ran over and caught up to them because it would be uncharacteristic of them to start running from her. "We are going to go eat and then head to the club. We got permission to use the vans to drive us over. Let's go," she chirped excitedly.
Setsu replied in Japanese highly irritated, "We are not going. We spent all day working in the sun. Shower," she looked up at Cain and commanded in English, "Now."
They started to sidestep around her, but the leech latched on to his arm. "So take a shower and then come after. Give me your phone number and I can text you the location."
"No," Cain answered frankly and started to move but Manaka moved in front of him.
"It will be fun, and it is a lot cooler once the sun goes down. We can eat, drink, and have fun."
Setsu let out an exasperated sound. She stepped up between Cain and Manaka, even going as far as to step into her personal space to force her to back up. She wasn't sure if it was because it was Setsu or if it was because she might smell bad but it worked. Manaka stepped back and her hand fell off his arm. Cain quickly stepped back further behind Setsu.
"No," Setsu said firmly in clear Japanese. "No," she said in Korean. "No," again in English, and then went back to Japanese. "I'm sure I can think of a few other languages to say the word no if I need to, so please let me know in what language I need to speak for you to understand the word NO!" She screamed at her and Manaka's lip quivered.
Kyoko didn't like seeing that. Not because she hadn't made a person cry before but because those tears were genuine, so she quickly grabbed Cain's hand and started to walk off. She didn't understand how people felt good bullying others, it made her feel like crap. She stormed off with her mind buzzing, stampeding off like a bull with no real focus other than to get away. She was so lost in her mind that she didn't notice how far they had gotten until Cain stopped her.
Of course, he couldn't simply say something. Instead, he took a large step forward and suddenly lifted her into the air and cradled her into his arms. She yelped at the shock of it and momentarily fought him off, but forced herself to calm down and glare at him.
"What are you doing?"
"That's my question. Where are you going?" He asked still holding her like a gothic princess.
"The hotel, where else," She huffed and squirmed in his arms. "Would you put me down? I'm already hot enough without your body heat!"
His arms tightened around her and he softly said, "You are favoring your right foot. Why?"
Kyoko felt the wind getting knocked out of her sails and slumped into his arms. "I wanted out of the sun, but there was nowhere to sit," she softly pouted.
He sighed and turned them around, backtracking to their hotel. He did not put Kyoko down and effortlessly carried her to their room. She helped him open the door and he proceeded to gently set her down on the bed. Kuon went down to his knees and unzipped her ankle boot. The thin nylon stock covered her foot and provided no real protection against the torment she put them through. He peeled the sheer black sock off and then removed the next. She licked her lips and nervously watched as he lightly touched her toes. She rubbed the side of her large toe raw, and the top of her toes were not happy. His fingertips slid down the side of her foot and cupped it in his large hand.
Her feet were sweaty and dirty and Kyoko didn't want him touching her until after she bathed. She tried to pull her foot free, but he glanced up at her and squeezed her foot making her moan. She whimpered as he continuously rubbed, sending uncontrollable waves of relief up her leg.
"Are you still angry?"
Kyoko swallowed and licked her lips before opening her eyes and looking at him. He wasn't looking up at her, instead simply focusing solely on the foot rub.
"I'm not angry," she murmured and he raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "I'm not. I'm irritated. There is a difference."
The corner of his lip twitched and he nodded softly. Her fingers fisted the sheets beneath her as he moved to her left foot and started all over again forcing her eyes closed and her body growing weak.
"I understand. Honestly, we would not have this issue if I was Ren."
"We?" She crossed her arms over her chest and grumbled. "This is your problem, not mine."
"Then why are you so irritated?" He challenged.
"Because she is annoying. Who can stand being around someone who can't take no for an answer?" She asked rhetorically. His fingers started to slightly slide up to her calf. "Besides, Ren is nicer than Cain. If you were Ren, she would be planning your wedding believing all of your gentlemanly smiles were sincere." She let herself flop down on the bed.
He shook his head. "Ren is not nice. He is cold and indifferent."
She snorted. "I'm sorry. I could have sworn that someone in this room has a rather well-known nickname of the Co-Star Killer." She sat up and glared at him. "You know because of all those instances of his co-star falling in love with him because of how nice and charming he is."
"You forgot rich and famous," he added sardonically.
Kyoko scowled, pulled her foot out of his hand, and shoved at his shoulder. "How does that counter my point?"
He captured her foot and brought it over his shoulder. His eyes still covered in grey looked into hers as he softly kissed her ankle. Her face heated up and colored but she didn't dissuade him as his hand stroked down her leg.
"My point, my love, is that is all they are looking at." He pressed a kiss on her shin between his words. "Everything else is a blank slate and they paint the picture they want to paint over me in their mind's eye. If I was Ren with Manaka, she wouldn't have gotten so interested. All she sees in me is a character my father played." His lips reached her knee and softly kissed her.
"Kyoushirou, right?" She said and he nodded in reply. "We've already established that she is an idiot. Still, it's your fault this happened, so I'm leaving it up to you to figure it out."
His brow furrowed and looked up at her. "You think I haven't tried?" Her leg slipped off his shoulder but he stayed crouched in front of her.
She pouted and gave a little shrug. "It probably doesn't bother you as much as it does me."
Kuon scowled. "How would you like it if some guy endlessly hung off you after telling them no, repeatedly?"
A smile stretched her lips. She liked that he was angry about it. It made her feel so much better to know that he was upset by the circumstances as much as she was. Still, she continued down the path.
"It's different for men. If that was happening to me, it would bring up fear rather than irritation."
Kuon frowned. "Men can get raped too you know."
Kyoko's eyes widened. "You don't think that she is capable of that, do you?"
He shook his head softly. "No, I think she is lost in her delusion and that's why both" he stressed that word, "of us don't feel the need to go beyond our comfort zone to get rid of her."
"I don't know about that," she disagreed in a quiet voice.
Kuon watched her for a moment and saw the disconnected look in her eyes. "You know you are the only one I see, right?"
She smirked. "It is difficult to keep your eyes off of Setsuka Heel," she joked and it made him smile.
"And my hands," he added and slid his hands up her legs once more, "and my lips," he leaned down and kissed the top of her thigh. She giggled as he closed his eyes and started running kisses up towards her skirt.
"Kuon, I need a shower first," she whispered as his mouth slowly crept further up her thigh. His heated gaze flickered up to hers as half of his face was hidden by the ruffle of her skirt.
"Can I join you?" His breath tickled her skin and she felt a lump form in her throat. Unable to speak past it, she nodded. A breath later, Kuon had her up into his arms once again and she flushed at the attention.
"I can walk Kuon, I'm not that hurt," she insisted and wiggled slightly to be put down.
Instead of answering, he continued to the bathroom, kicking the door open without letting her go. She tucked her head and feet in as he maneuvered them into the room. Kuon set her down on the edge of the counter next to the sink. She crossed her arms in a huff. "You are so overbearing."
He placed his hands on each side of her on the counter edge, bringing his face directly in front of her. She could feel her skin heat up at the closeness and her eyes wanted to look away from his intensity. "And you under-appreciate yourself," he whispered and leaned in to softly kiss her forehead.
"Is there something wrong with me wanting to spoil you a bit?" His lips trailed down the side of her face, pausing to kiss her temple and then her cheek. He reached her jaw and she lifted her chin up hoping he would move towards her lips.
"It's embarrassing," she whispered. She could feel him smile at her reply.
"And who exactly is looking?" He murmured. Instead of moving towards her lips, he leaned into her ear. His body came closer and she could feel herself leaning back. His lips tickled her ear as he continued, "There is no one around to be embarrassed by."
Kyoko gasped as he licked her earlobe and his hands came up to touch her back, forcing it to arch towards him instinctively. His lips trailed kisses down her neck as his fingers found the small strip of skin between her top and the skirt belts. Her hands came up, grabbing anything she could, one at his bicep and the other at his ribs. Her legs splayed open as he stepped closer to her and he immediately shifted his hips between her knees.
Her breathing became labored as his hands crept up her back. He reached the edge of her wig and pulled back to look at her face. Feeling breathless, she peered up at him like a lost lamb waiting for the big bad wolf to eat her. He momentarily blocked her vision with his hands and she felt herself being freed from the constraints of the wig. He tossed it into the sink beside them and then his lips finally crashed upon hers.
Her whole body responded to him as he aggressively kissed her. Her mouth dropped open to allow his tongue to meet with hers. Her hands slid over his body to hold him closer, to pull herself closer to him as her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her, hugging her tightly against him.
Kyoko pushed herself closer to him. Her butt hit the edge of the countertop with only him keeping her from falling over. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as much as possible. She clenched her thighs firmly around his waist making him groan. His hands flew down to her thighs, making her lean back. She felt him push back the lace skirt to her hips and finger the panties beneath. She felt the fabric pull but she was sitting on them. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled herself up to allow him to pull them free. Kuon pulled back from their lip lock and had to leave her embrace to get her panties off. She let him go, sitting fully on the sink.
She could feel her body radiating heat as he pulled them from her legs. Her body was throbbing in time with the pounding of her heart. She could feel her desire for him between her thighs but with it was the sweat and grime of the day. Before she could speak, his lips pressed against hers once more. Kuon slid his hands up her legs and started to guide them back around his hips. She felt his hands skip up her body and moaned as he molded his hands over her chest. Fingers moved over the fabric, teasing her already hard nipples through it as it slowly loosened with every clasp undone. Cool air caressed her sweaty flesh before his hands cupped them both. He broke away from their kiss and started to lick and kiss her breast.
"Kuon, I'm sweaty and dirty. Can't we take a shower first?" She whined and then his lips wrapped around her left nipple. His eyes rolled up to look at her as the tip of his tongue flicked across the hardened bud.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked with her nipple between his lips. He pressed his lips together to pinch the tip, causing her to gasp. Her legs tightened around him as his jaw opened wide sucking in as much of her flesh as he possibly could. Her back arched forcing her breast up for his attention as he slathered his tongue across and around her nipple.
She wasn't able to speak until he started to kiss her other breast. "But…"
"Kyoko, I don't mind," he assured her and kissed between her breasts. His hands ran up to remove the straps of her top from her shoulders as he pressed soft little kisses over to her right breast. She moved her arms out of it as soon as it hit her elbows and then placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed a little.
"Wouldn't I taste better clean?"
He let her go with a pop and smirked at her. "No. Do you want me to show you how much I don't care?
"What… wait… Kuon…. Ah!"
Kuon maneuvered between her legs and kissed his way up to the apex of her thighs. She was pulled to the very edge of the counter. She didn't even have time to adjust as he aggressively licked up her labia and wrapped his lips around her clit. She cried out into the room and had to brace herself on the sink behind her as he lavished her core with his tongue. She looked down at him only to find her skirt hiding most of him. His black hair even blended together with the lace of the skirt. Then he would hit a certain spot forcing her eyes closed and her voice out.
She found all previous thoughts gone as she pushed her hips closer to his mouth. The feeling rushing through her made her forget everything and simply sought out more of what he was providing, then suddenly he stopped. He was pulling away with little kisses down her thigh.
"No, why did you stop?"
"You wanted a shower."
"Kuon!" she bellowed making him chuckle against her knee.
"I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. If you want to take a shower first…" He smiled and lightly bit the inside of her thigh.
She whimpered, "Kuon, please. I need you." She pulled at him with her shoulders.
He groaned, lured in by her words. Kuon closed his eyes and licked up her thigh and then latched on. She bit her lip as he sucked on her skin to leave another mark on her flesh. He turned heated grey eyes up at her and licked the spit off her skin.
"Are you feeling up for everything?"
She quickly nodded. "Yes, please. Bed."
Kuon quickly lifted her and the bathroom was left behind unused. He walked them to the bed and laid her down. She kept a grip on his shirt to remove it as he moved back. Kuon stood up tall above her and she bit her lip as he unzipped his jeans. She was momentarily distracted as he stripped off, but quickly remembered the uncomfortable clothing she still wore and worked on unbuckling the many belts around her waist. Once the last belt was undone, she started to tug the skirt off and his hands came up to help.
He pulled it off and then paused. Kyoko's heart was pounding and the blood was rushing through her heated body and didn't notice him still. All she could see was his tall, muscular body leaning towards her with his long, hard arousal jutting out for her. Her insides clenched in need and she lifted her right leg to glide up and curve around his hip to pull him towards her.
His hand stroked up her leg and her eyes closed in bliss as he touched her uninterrupted skin. Then his fingers tentatively touched her waist.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
She blinked up at him not understanding. "Say what?" she asked confused and saw the look of concern on his face. She followed his eyes and saw her stomach was roughed up and red from the leather and sweat rubbing her skin all afternoon.
"It's a little red. I'm okay," she grabbed his hand and pulled it up, forcing him to lean over her as she lifted their hands over her head. He stopped himself from falling and sunk over her as she desired. The worried look in his eyes was still there though.
She rose and kissed him, softly, sweetly and he closed his eyes as she played with him. Her knee caressed the outside of his thighs until her legs were able to wrap around him. She broke away a little breathless and smiled. "I'm fine, Kuon," she reassured him and caressed his face with her free hand. "Do you want to make me feel better?" she asked and he blinked at her. His eyes were still grey but it mattered not. She ran her fingers down his body.
"Love me," she whispered as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He trembled above her.
"Make me feel really, really good," she whispered and guided him to her entrance. Her hand barely slipped away before he drove into her. She cried out into the room and her body rocked up against him. He curled over her as he ground his body into hers. Their hands woven together over her head pressed into the bed as he shifted his weight. His knee slipped up on the bed allowing his strokes to increase in speed and intensity. Her feet fell from around him and her knees splayed wider as her body writhed beneath his. Each thrust forced her voice out, her breath rushing out of her lungs laced with a moan of appreciation. He let go of her hand to sweep down the side of her body. A whine escaped her lips as he molded his hand around her breast and squeezed tightly. His hips stilled as he bent low to take her tip into his mouth, allowing her to catch her breath, but that was the last thing on her mind.
Kyoko planted her foot on the bed and surged her hips upward repeatedly, forcing him to drive into her. Her lover groaned over her chest and he quickly took over. His face was near her ear and she could hear every little grunt and moan from his lips as he lost his control and slammed into her. She could feel the burn, the sweet build that curled from her core and thrashed up at every stroke.
"Kuon," she breathed out his name and lifted her knee along the side of his body. Kuon leaned back and grabbed her legs behind her knee. He pushed her hips up by forcing her knees to her chest and something switched inside of her and was pushed over the edge. She cried out as the pleasure overtook her and he kept moving within her. Her hands twisted over her head and into the blankets and her hips twitched up against him as he rode out her orgasm.
She brought her hands down but wasn't sure if it was to stop him or to simply touch him. Her mind was not functioning enough to understand what she wanted as Kuon thundered against her. He was on his knees at the edge of the bed when he leaned back. He hooked her knees around his arms allowing her hips to stay as he needed her and grabbed both of her hands with his. Pinning them along the side of her body and forcing them to move together almost like a swing.
Kyoko lost her voice as he bounced her body along the length of his arousal. The sound of his skin slapping against hers mingled with his labored breath. She could feel her body, her breasts bounce with his actions as she was helpless to his whims. Her head felt light and fuzzy as breath rushed in and out of her lungs. She was somewhat thankful that she didn't have to think, merely accept him, because she wasn't sure if her body would listen to her anymore.
Kuon moaned and his movements became shorter and he dropped her hands. She looked up at him as he leaned over her and ground against her. His eyes closed and he softly moaned as he came inside of her. She could feel him pulse within her and allowed herself to relax. She opened her arms and slipped her hands around his ribs to curl around his back. He blinked down at her as she gently urged him towards her. He sank to his elbows, his forearms slipping beneath her shoulders as she twisted her head to kiss him.
She ran her hands up and down his back, her legs caressed the sides of his body as their lips lazily kissed each other. Kuon pulled away first, still needing to catch his breath. He nuzzled her nose with his, causing her to smile.
"Now, we can take a shower," he said breathlessly, making her laugh.