Give me one night to mend the pain/because the second we touch you'll forget the day you were done with love. - Zedd

Part II: Scene I

His lips were softly tickling the sensitive skin of her wrist, his hot breath on her skin; but it was the ends of his hair brushing against her skin that made her realize what was playing out was actually, actually happening.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was supposed to be method acting, she would have audibly swallowed against the ever growing lump in her throat. She would have done anything,anything to moisten the back of her throat, which was now so dry that Kyoko knew she couldn't speak against his ministrations even if she had wanted to.

She tried to figure out how she got herself in such a situation. Sibling complexes or not, their roles should have never evolved so far. Even she, a virgin, and an inexperienced one at that, knew that this was beyond what was imagined for their roles; because inside - inside - Kyoko was panicking furiously; yet outwardly, Setsuka was quivering in anticipation, and Kyoko felt the plea on the tip of her traitorous tongue.

If she swallowed, Setsuka, Kyoko knew, would say it.

"Setsu..." His words were breathed on her skin. She laid still, waiting for the rest of them.

They never came.

Instead, the gentle yet firm press of his lips as he kissed her pulse. She took in a silent breath and held it. He kissed her wrist again, his lips lingering longer than the last.Kyoko - no, Setsuka - felt him exhale deeply from his nose. She grew restless. Why was he only kissing her skin, and not leaving a hickey there, as she had done?

There was a stretch of silence, in which during this time Cain neither kissed her skin nor moved. When she could no longer stand it, Setsuka said,

"Niisan, you're taking too long."

Cain chuckled. "Impatient girl. I was merely savoring the moment."

"Wouldn't the moment be better savored during?"

"Do you want to feel my tongue on you so badly, Setsu?"

Kyoko tried her hardest not to blush at how it sounded. Did Tsuruga-san not realize what his sentence had implied? Setsuka, on the other hand, took the phrase in stride. Lowering her gaze to the wrist her brother tended to, as she looked at him from under her lashes.

"Isn't it obvious I do?" she asked Cain, whose eyes met hers. It was predatory, the way he stared at her; it was every bit the Empire of the Night, mixed with something more. It was Kyoko, not Setsuka, who - instead of shrinking away like she would have ordinarily done - squirmed at the unfamiliar flutter in her stomach.

His eyes flickered away from her own, and Setsuka once again felt the caress of his nose, lips, and ends of his hair as they glided along her skin.

The feel of his tongue was faint that first time; slightly wet and slightly warm, Kyoko still tensed at the contact.

He was almost tentative. His hot breath on her skin made the wetness on her wrist from his mouth's press cold.

His tongue was firm. Slow and deliberate; stretching from her pulse to the base of her hand and back again. The flick of his tongue was rhythmic, and Kyoko could hear her shallow breaths even though her heart was loud in her ears. She tried to grab hold of Setsuka, but each time the Heel Sibling was close Kyoko lost her again. Surely, Tsuruga-san wouldn't blame her? After all, no one had ever touched her in such a way before, and she -

For certain, she realized with a jolt, he'd NG her. This wasn't Tsuruga-san, but Cain; nor should she be Kyoko, but Setsuka. Losing focus, even for a moment? Someone as talented and professional as Japan's #1 actor would not allow.

She shut her eyes, willing all semblance of herself away. Be Setsuka. Setsuka! she thought.

Pushing aside all thoughts other than that of her role, Kyoko opened her eyes again. Instantly, Setsuka's shallow breaths calmed and she relaxed, watching tenderly with parted lips as her Niisan seemed to worship the small expanse of her skin again and again.

Sure, she was impatient, but she would wait. Call her masochistic, but his leisure left her near shaking in anticipation.

He tilted his head against her, his tongue and teeth scraping her skin as his lips met her flesh and sucked gently. Setsuka closed her eyes, feeling him mark her skin.

When he stopped and pulled away, Cain sat up on his heels and his eyes stared at the mark he'd left on her wrist, on her pulse. Setsuka followed his gaze and blinked once at the small bruise that had formed there.

She stared at it, lost in her thoughts. The corner of her mouth pulled momentarily into a small frown, but her brother must have been watching her face right then, because he'd noticed.

"Setsu, what is it?"

"Hmm...not much. I was just thinking about how silly people are."

"What does that mean?"

"In movies and in real life, people make such fusses about these kiss marks. I don't understand. It's such a trivial thing."

"Are implying that my mark on you has no significance?"

"No, of course not," Setsuka slid her gaze to his and gave him a shrewd look. "I've heard people say that these marks feel good? I always thought that meant physically."

Her brother raised a brow. "Did you not enjoy it?"

"I'm glad to have Niisan's mark on me. I'm not sure what you mean; of course I enjoyed it. I barely felt anything, however, so it's not what I was expecting."

"What were you expecting to feel?"

"Pain, I suppose." She paused. "Your lips and hair tickled my skin throughout. I thought perhaps it would feel like that also."

He blinked at her, silent a moment. Then he stretched forward, reaching out to gently caress the wrist he'd marked. After a moment, he murmured, "It sometimes can feel like that."

Setsuka perked up, glancing at him, "Really?"

"You seem eager," he observed.

"I'm curious."

"Then..." Cain straightened, sitting cross-legged on the bed. He motioned to her. "Come here."

She blinked once, then sat up and crawled towards him. His arms reached out and gently guided her, turning her so that her back was facing him. He pulled her into his lap. Setsuka allowed all this, waiting patiently for whatever it was he was going to do.

His arms encircled her then, and he rested his head in the crook of her neck.

He bit her there, and it was such a sensitive feeling, unlike any she'd ever felt before. Kyoko gasped, inhaling sharply as his teeth nibbled on her skin. When she felt his tongue there, she felt herself shiver. This was different than before, when he'd marked her wrist. This felt so invasive, so strange, and so very inappropriate.

Kyoko tried desperately to hold on to Setsuka, but when she felt Tsuruga-san's lips, teeth, and tongue nibble, suck, and tease that sensitive spot of her neck again, she let out a surprised squeak.

In that moment, Setsuka had never been farther away.

(TBC...)