(A/N: Rating has changed since starting from this chapter onwards there will be mature and explicit sexual content. This is an AU meaning to say that all the characters here are of legal age participating and doing 'adult' things in this fic. But if this is not your cup of tea or makes you uncomfortable then refrain from reading further and hit the back button right there. However, if you have no problems on it and all is good from your end then feel free to scroll down and read the incoming sin and filth of this chapter then join me in hell).

Chapter 2

By: Aztec999

"Why are you so hung up on it?" Chifuyu asked casually as he sat on the windowsill of his trailer room, his eyes following Takemichi who was pacing back and forth agitatedly in front of him.

"Ugh! You're not even listening Chifuyu! It's not just a normal scene that we're going to shoot but a bedroom scene! A lovemaking scene on the bed!" Takemichi exclaimed in half frustration and half embarrassment.

"I'm listening partner." Chifuyu arched a brow at him. "But it's part of our jobs as actors to do every scene required in a film…even if we received *that kind of part*." He added with an air quote.

"You don't get it." Takemichi sighed in defeat as he stopped pacing around and put his hands on his hips. "He's a difficult person to work around with! He's an asshole! He makes my life a living hell these past few days! And he's just…impossible to deal with…!" He added exasperatedly.

"Well, it's not the first time that I've heard of that kind of situation between two great actors or actresses who had great chemistry onscreen but couldn't stand each other offscreen. But partner, just think of it this way: Stana Katic and Nathan Fillion of Castle series made it work. They have this amazing chemistry with each other as Richard Castle and Kate Beckett in that show even if they despise each other in real life. You told me in the past on how Izana would mock you when you couldn't get your lines or facial expressions correct in a certain scene right? How about you surprise him instead?" Chifuyu suggested with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Takemichi narrowed his eyes on him.

"Make him eat his words partner and prove to him that even though you're just a rookie actor you can keep up with him? Who knows? Maybe after that *scene* it will change the tides and he'll be embarrassed to even insult you in public." Chifuyu replied with a smirk on his face.

Takemichi absorbed his words before a wide grin spread on his lips. "You're a genius Chifuyu! I just needed to make sure that I'll nail that scene effectively even if I hated his guts. Up to then maybe he'll realize that he's messing with the wrong person after all." He gestured his hands animatedly for an effect.

"Of course. What are partners for right?" Chifuyu replied with a Cheshire grin on his face.

Takemichi shouldn't even consider Chifuyu's suggestion in the first place since he was a dumbass like him most of the time.

They were currently in their third take inside the condo unit of his character and were shooting an intimate scene on the bed.

The director had yelled a frustrated cut as they were in the middle of taking off their clothes in the camera and were receiving an agonizing lecture and castigation from him.

"What kind of scene is this?" The director massaged his temple as he felt a migraine incoming from these two.

"A bedroom scene of course." Izana stated flatly.

"No. It's a goddamn scene between two frigid people who are like damn robots with each other! We're shooting a passionate, lovemaking scene and not a stone who is reacting to a damn rock!" He yelled.

"Well, it's not my fault that Izana-kun is a difficult person to work with." Takemichi shrugged.

"Excuse me, I'm not the one who took several takes just to perfect a simple kissing scene under the rain." Izana retorted as he rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay. We had to take a fucking break since I literally wouldn't be able to take it if you both make another mistake again. You both need to settle your differences now and goddamn practice before we shoot again after another hour." He was rubbing his temple as he walked away from them and talked to some of the staff.

"Just fucking call, me once everything has been settled." Izana scoffed and marched out of the set.

Takemichi ground his teeth and followed him quickly from behind.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem Izana-kun? Didn't you just hear the director said that we need to practice during our break for this scene?!" Takemichi exclaimed in a frustrated voice once they were finally out of the set and walked beside him along the corridors of the building.

"Excuse me? I'm not the one who have problems here so why do I need to follow someone's instructions that doesn't apply to me?" Izana shot back as he quickened his pace.

"Because you're my co-actor in this movie dumbass! We're the main characters here and the outcome of this movie relies on the both of us, so we need to practice! And please, don't think of yourself highly since you also made a blunder at our bedroom scene together. How can a person be motivated if you looked like a scowling statue?" Takemichi retorted hotly, his patience running thin.

Izana stopped and faced him with a sharp glare. "What did you say?"

"Why? You're not used to someone talking back to your high and mighty attitude?" Takemichi smiled mockingly at him. "I mean who will be turned on when you're about to kiss someone who has an expression of a lackluster male in front of you?" He added sardonically.

Izana put both of his hands on his hips and chuckled darkly. "Wow. You didn't go there. The audacity of someone like you telling me these things that is more applicable to a helpless newbie like you. I will show you on how it should get properly done." He walked towards his direction which made Takemichi gulped upon seeing his expression and backed away.

"H-hey… Don't get aggressive n-now… Why are you so worked up on a little thing about that…?" Takemichi cursed inwardly for stammering like an idiot and resisted the urge to yelp when he stumbled upon inside one of the rooms who had an ajar doorway.

"Oh? Feeling like a scaredy cat now Takemichi-kun?" Izana mocked him as he took a step closer and crowded him against the wall inside the room after effectively closing the door behind them, both of his hands pinned at his side on the walls.

Takemichi felt like a small, little rabbit with the way Izana looking at him, making him swallowed thickly as his mouth ran dry and his heartbeat accelerated in lightning speed.

"N-no… Why would I be scared to someone like you?" Takemichi struggled in vain to keep a straight face as he said that. The other's proximity making his senses hyperaware, and body shook slightly at the growing tension between the two of them.

"Well, if you're not scared then let's have this practice now so that we can get over this quickly." Izana smirked at him before he reached for his nape and pulled him closer, claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

Takemichis's eyes grew wider, overwhelming sensations bombarded his mind and body as he felt Izana's warm and soft lips slotting perfectly against his own.

It was completely different from the ones that they did on set when it was usually mechanical and out of necessity. This one was more vibrant, lively and electrifying.

One of Izana's arms snaked around his waist and pulled him closer to his body while he kissed him ravenously, removing any gap between the two of them.

Takemichi was not innocent when it came to French kissing like this since he had experienced like these in his line of work and some of the people he dated in the past.

But… This was the first time that he ever felt the hot, fiery kiss that Izana given to him, igniting the fire within his body. His tongue coaxed his mouth to open wider and grant him an access inside and he was quickly losing control and the rational part of his mind had been shutting down slowly and let his instincts took over and said let go.

To which he did.

He slowly closed his eyes and opened his mouth wider to let his tongue plunder expertly inside the sensitive nooks and crevices inside, making him moan sweetly against his mouth.

One of Izana's hand had started to wander the inside of his shirt and caressed the sensitive expanse of his skin fleetingly which made Takemichi shook like a leaf against his arms.

The addicting sensation slowly engulfed his senses and he belatedly realized that he wanted more and—

"Wait. Why is it lock? I remembered leaving this door open for the cleaning of the janitors in the upcoming shoot." One of the staff's confused voices rang outside the room as they jammed the locked doorknob which made Takemichi's hazy and lustful thoughts broke out from his mind and was jolted back harshly to the reality.

Izana sported the same expression as they both widened their eyes and sprang away from each other. He looked at him warningly and put a finger on his lips to prevent him making any sudden noises.

Takemichi gulped nervously, looking over at the doorknob which was still moving and making creaking noises.

"Darn it. I guess I have to go down to the faculty office again to get the keys." They said in exasperation before they stopped moving the doorknob and walked away from the room.

Izana made sure that the footsteps were away before he took off his finger from his lips and spoke again. "Well, now you get it?"

"Huh?" Takemichi looked at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"That's how you should respond to a kiss for an intimate scene. I do hope you don't fucked things up again." Izana rolled his eyes as he started to go through the door and reached for the knob.

"H-hey…! I should be saying that to you! You we're clearly capable of being like that then why're you acting like damn constipated every time we had a scene like that? It would've made our life much easier if you just cooperate. Sheesh." Takemichi grumbled hiding his mortification and the wild beating of his heart behind his irritated voice as he followed Izana outside the room.

'Shit. Why the fuck do I feel weird after kissing Izana like that? Get a grip Takemichi. It's just a goddamn practice! No need to be worked up like that!' He berated himself inwardly.

He tried to calm down his stuttering heart inside his chest and ignored the confusing emotions that started to cloud his judgment.

It's just a kiss that was born out of a sudden practice. It shouldn't bother him, right?

The director arched a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest when his eyes landed on the duo who came in at the set after their 1-hour break. Takemichi looked flustered yet annoyed for some reason while Izana looked bored and irascible as usual…but he noticed something lurking beneath those violet eyes. A certain glint cloaked behind his usual expression that made him curious. Did something happen during their impromptu break?

The director just sighed and shook his head faintly. Now was not the time to be distracted on unimportant matters. He needed to have a perfect shot of this scene or so God helped him if they fucked up this scene again and he might resort to desperate measures and locked them in a closet to settle their personal issues against each other.

He clapped his hands to gather their attention. "Okay guys. We're going to reshoot this scene for the last time. And please don't fuck this up and waste another film. Tom, put the angle of the camera in the left side nearer to them in the bed for a clearer and picturesque shot." The director gestured for the cameraman in a certain spot he was referring to.

"Okay boss. Got it." The cameraman gave him a thumbs up and adjusted the angle of the camera.

Takemichi' hands felt clammy suddenly, but he fought the urge to fidget and remained calm on the outside even if he could feel his cheeks still sporting the rosy hues because of their "practice" earlier. He tried to dispel the thought quickly away from his mind and focus on the shooting now. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned on the headboard while Izana sat beside him and faced him. Takemichi quickly reoriented himself and his facial expressions based on the scene that they were shooting.

"Okay! In 3,2,1 and action!" One of the staff signaled and the camera started rolling.

Takemichi forced himself to look directly at Izana's eyes who wore an intense yet sincere expression of love and want. If Takemichi didn't know better, he would've fallen for it except that he was working with a talented and multi awarded actor in front of him so expressions like this were a piece of cake from him even if he was completely different offscreen.

"You know I didn't have the faintest idea that we would end up like this. It's always just been a wistful thought in my mind. A wishful dream that's impossible to happen…" Takemichi started off his dialogue with a soft voice and a longing look on his eyes as his left hand caressed Izana's cheek gently.

"It's the same thing for me sweetheart. But look where are we now? I'd never felt more content and happier in my life now that you're in my arms like this." Izana chuckled softly before he tilted his chin towards his direction and looked deeply into his eyes, both of their faces leaning towards each other and finally their lips met softly in a slow, languorous kiss. It's as if they both forgotten that there was still a camera rolling and recording in front of them as he deepened their shared kisses and Takemichi reciprocated eagerly, clutching on the lapels of his shirt for support and leaned closer to his frame.

Izana didn't waste his time as he brought him into his lap and enclosed his arms around his hips, his hands caressing his sides gently which made the blond shiver and trembled sweetly against his arms. One of his hands grew bolder and travelled inside his shirt and caressed his torso going through his chest and pinched one his sensitive nipples teasingly which made the blond gasped and moaned softly against his mouth. He took advantage of it and slipped his tongue inside, plundering and licking at the sensitive crevices and deepest interior of his mouth. Izana laid him down on the mattress and slowly took off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare and his skin cold against the air conditioner but was soon replaced with a fiery sensation as Izana's mouth traipsed on the pale column of his throat and licked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh beneath it.

Takemichi was slowly getting carried away as his shaking hands unbuttoned Izana's shirt and tried to take it off from him.

Meanwhile, the director was watching them in critical silence, but he couldn't deny that he was now enraptured at the beauty of their actions and facial expressions with one another. He could clearly see the passion and want shined in their eyes and faces as they embraced one another passionately. Now this was what he was looking for earlier and not the dull, frigidity that they displayed earlier in the camera.

Whatever practice did they do earlier. It certainly worked. For sure, if the people saw this scene, especially their fans, they're going rabid and screamed with googly eyes.

The chemistry between these two…

It's just a shame that they hated one another in real life. Oh well. It's not like he couldn't do anything about it anyway.

A soft whine broke out from Takemichi's lips as one of Izana's hands had grazed on his thigh and squeezed it teasingly as his tongue licked at the roof of his mouth that left Takemichi breathless and trembling sweetly on his arms.

"I love you so, so much… you don't know how long I've waited for this to happen. I've always dreamt of you embracing me sweetly in your arms… If this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up." Izana mumbled hotly against his lips and Takemichi was silently in awe of how he could keep his senses intact, and the timing of his dialogues fit perfectly in the mood of their scene.

Nevertheless, he had to act his part also well since aside from he didn't want to disappoint and anger their director once again, he also wanted to show that Izana should take him seriously as an actor regardless if he was a rookie or not.

"This is not a dream my love… I can promise you that this is real and my everlasting love for you is genuine as well…" He murmured against Izana's lips before he grew frisky and slightly mischievous, wanting to take a form of revenge for monopolizing him earlier during their 'sudden kissing practice.'

His tongue pushed forward and battled eagerly against the other who was plundering the interiors of his mouth. Izana seemed taken aback by this since his eyes grew wide for a brief fraction of second and a faint moan that slipped past his lips. However, he quickly regained his senses and bearings and wasn't about to lose against him. He fought his tongue lasciviously and neither of them would give up and fought for dominance as slowly the fire in their bodies slowly spread and making them reckless.

A naughty idea crossed Takemichi's mind, and his hand was about to wander somewhere when—

"Cut!"

—the director's loud voice over the megaphone broke the spell that they were in and as if they'd been doused with cold water, they suddenly let go of one another and sprang away like magnets harshly repelling one another.

"Perfect! Now that was the scene that I've been wanting to see from the both of you! Nice work everyone! We'll continue with the next set of scenes tomorrow early in the morning! So, all of you needed to be here at 8AM sharp!" The director added over his megaphone but Takemichi's mind was racing, and his words were like a distant noise from somewhere in his head.

He had more pressing matters to think about.

Fuck.

Did he just—

Takemichi froze and caught his breath when he felt something familiar constricting under his pants.

Did he just got a fucking boner from their make out scene in front of the camera?

Mortification flooded his face and Takemichi quickly excused himself to use the bathroom. He locked the door and sagged at the floor.

He closed his eyes briefly and inwardly prayed to God that no one especially Izana should've noticed his raging boner earlier. How pathetic he could be? He got turned on by a simple intimate, bedroom scene with him?

Ridiculous.

It doesn't matter if Izana was a good kisser and made him forget his name and present surroundings briefly because of the electrifying sensations that he awakened inside of him. Nope. It must be the stress and pressure getting to him recently. He would not acknowledge those bedroom eyes and low, throaty voice directed to him earlier that tempted him to throw caution to the wind and take a taste of a forbidden fruit right in front of him.

No.

He's not that fucking desperate.

However, he needed to take care of his boner right now if he didn't want to risk humiliating himself further if ever someone saw him like this.

'This is just one time okay? It won't happen again in the future.' Takemichi thought ruefully as his hand slipped inside his pants and boxers to carefully stroke his member that was already hard and throbbing inside the confines of his clothes.

He bit back a whimper as the onslaught of pleasure and ecstasy hit his veins instantaneously once his fingertips brushed on the tip of his cock and his hand had stroke harder on his throbbing length.

Images of Izana pinning him against the headboard of the bed as he kissed him senselessly hit his mind that made his movements rougher and faster inside his pants. He was biting his lip tightly to prevent the moans and grunts of pleasure from escaping his lips. His mind couldn't stop conjuring up the filthy scenarios that flooded his consciousness: Izana fucking him against the walls, whispering sweet nothings to his ear… or even gripping his waist tightly for leverage as he rides on top of him, bouncing on his cock like a spinning top…

His body shook like a leaf as he came, the hot white liquid coating his hands like a leaking faucet upon reaching his peak.

'Damn it to hell.' Takemichi cursed inwardly as he finally opened his eyes and reached for the roll of tissues hanging at the side and quickly wiped off the mess he made.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why the hell was he thinking of Izana like that? Upon checking with himself ages ago, he was not a closeted pervert and he wasn't attracted to that asshole.

But he couldn't ponder for it much longer when he heard someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Are you done in there?" One of the staff called from the outside.

"Give me a sec." Takemichi answered back as he scrambled to his feet and threw the tissues at the bin before he turned on the faucet and quickly washed his hands. Afterward, he took a deep breath and looked at himself into the mirror and made sure that he looked goddamn presentable and just didn't masturbated earlier like a horny teenager who was at the mercy of his hormones.

He was an adult for Pete's sake. He's better than this.

When he was satisfied with fixing his outer appearance, he finally went out with a plastered smile on his face only for it to froze upon seeing the familiar tuff of blond hair that was ponytailed halfway on his head and a sunny smile and his signature nickname directed at him. As always.

"Hi Takemitchy!"

Takemichi blinked a few times. "Mikey-kun…?"