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Coffee Shops and Cameras

Chapter 20

HIKARU

Hikaru growled under his breath as he changed out of his suit and shrugged on his white shirt.

What was happening to him? Why did he give a shit who spoke to Haruhi?

It was like reliving that night with Arai all over again. He remembered that blistering rage he felt when that bastard wrapped his slimy arms around her, and how much he wanted to plough his fist into his face when he told him what he wanted to do with her. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but what he'd just seen when that director put on his cocky smile and dirtied Haruhi's sweet little hand had made him even madder than he thought possible. Hikaru wasn't the jealous type, he never had been. Well, aside from...Seika...

He snarled, scratching the thought of that bitch's face from his mind.

His focus turned back to Haruhi. At least she didn't seem to buy what Miho was selling, in fact, she looked like she couldn't wait for the conversation to end.

Through the anger, a smile tugged at Hikaru's lips. Somewhere deep down she knew who she belonged to, even if she wasn't ready to admit it. Hell, Hikaru didn't even know what was happening between them, there was no label to slap on it, and God knew Hikaru didn't give a shit about making things complicated. Desire was desire, and his was so strong that as far as he was concerned – she was his now. And no one touched what was his. The thought ignited a blaze of possessiveness inside him.

As he left the changing area, Miho walked past the doorway, whistling to himself like he hadn't a care in the world.

"Oh Mr Hitachiin...can I get you anything before-"

Hikaru slammed the asshole against the wall with a loud crash, his forearm pressed against his throat. He could feel his eyes bulging with blinding rage as he clenched his teeth. Miho gasped, his hands coming up to claw at Hikaru's grip.

"What the fuck!" Miho choked, fear paling his face.

"You don't go near her again. Do you hear me?"

"Go...near...wwho?"

"She is mine. If I even see you inhale the same air as her I will ruin you" his restraint tightened, pushing further into his throat to really push the message home.

Miho nodded frantically, "I'm sorry Mr H-Hitachiin, I...I didn't know you and her were..."

"Read a fucking article" Hikaru spat. Yes, those articles were fabricated and total bullshit, but this piece of shit didn't know that. And there were plenty of them, all with photos of he and Haruhi together, "Haruhi is mine. Understand?"

"Y-yes sir"

"Hika!"

Kaoru's voice ripped through Hikaru's red clouded vision. He tore his stare away from Miho to see his brother running down the hallway towards him.

"Fucking let him go!"

Hikaru furrowed his eyebrows, not quite sure...what was happening...He looked back at Miho, who looked positively petrified. As if he'd just woken up from a bad dream, he released him quickly and took a step back. Miho gasped and grabbed his throat, panting hard. Kaoru went to his aid, but Hikaru wasn't listening to what he was saying. All he could do was try and justify what he just did, he thought about Haruhi, he thought about someone else touching her. It made him physically hurt. Miho deserved it...didn't he? He deserved to be confronted, man to man. Hikaru wasn't convinced. But he wasn't going to pull on that thread. He didn't regret it. He knew that. But that didn't mean he felt good about it.

Miho took off quickly, leaving Kaoru to groan loudly as he grabbed his twin's shoulders.

"What the fuck was that?!"

"Don't" Hikaru warned.

"Don't what Hika? Don't call you out for assaulting a director on set of a shoot? Need I remind you that there's a fucking journalist in the next room?! I had to pay him off to keep this shit to himself. I shouldn't have to bride my brother's victims when you're the one in the wrong" Kaoru didn't usually get mad, in fact, Hikaru hadn't seen his brother shout in anger in years. The sudden outburst made it hard for him to maintain eye contact.

"He had it coming" Hikaru shoved Kaoru away and leaned back against the wall for support.

"Because he flirted a little with Haruhi?! Do you hear yourself? You can't go around beating the crap out of any man who looks her way!" Kaoru snapped, dragging his hand through his hair, "What the hell is even going on between you two? If she feels the same as you do for her she's not even going to entertain the idea of another man! It doesn't matter if another guy tries it on with her, don't you trust her enough not to act on it? Isn't that enough?! How do you think she'd react to this if she found out? You think she'd be pleased?!"

Of course she wouldn't. Haruhi wasn't like Hikaru, Haruhi had a conscience.

Hikaru slid down the wall to sit and bury his face in his palms.

Kaoru sighed, "What the hell is happening with you Hika?"

Hikaru shook his head, "I don't know"

"You seriously need to talk to Haruhi about this shit, you need to work out what's going on between you two before you kill someone. You know she wouldn't forgive you for this"

That stung more than Hikaru liked to admit.

They stayed there in the hallway for a while, in silence, as Hikaru calmed himself down. As the ash cloud in his mind began to clear, the reality of what was happening became all the more unsettling. He was becoming obsessed with that woman and had no idea why. He knew he wanted her. He wanted to possess her in every way possible, to fuck her until she forgot her name and desired only him, to have her smile that cheeky wide smile at him whenever he held her, to hear that sarcastic laugh whenever he said something he thought funny. Jesus, they hadn't even had sex yet and somehow he felt like she belonged to him...

No, that wasn't it.

He felt like he belonged to her.

He hadn't even thought about another woman since she'd entered his life, he even found himself comparing every woman he saw to Haruhi, how they didn't even hold a candle to her...by appearance or personality.

Could they even be considered as friends? When did they even become friends? Was it their first kiss in her bathroom? Was it the night they all went out? But he'd felt possessive that night with Arai...when did that start? Why did it start? Hikaru had desired many women in his life, but he never cared about what they were doing or thinking when they weren't with him. Their relationship had started with hatred. They despised one another. But thinking about it, Hikaru couldn't help but wonder if he ever truly disliked her. The first moment he saw her backstage at that first show, when he'd inhaled her sweet scent, taken in her confident and rich hazel eyes he'd been hooked on her. And when she told him to go fuck himself...that demanding tone, the backbone she so proudly presented, the glint of challenge in her eyes. What a turn on...

Fuck it. Yes. He liked her. There was no other explanation.

He growled to himself. Confused and angry.

"What the hell am I meant to do Kao?" he grumbled into his hands.

"That's something you have to work out"

"How?!" he snapped, "I've never felt...not even with..." he trailed off, still having no idea what he was even trying to say. He liked Haruhi. He didn't like anyone. Not since Seika. But even then...it wasn't this intense...

"So" Haruhi took a seat at the hotel bar beside Hikaru. She was still wearing the tight silk blouse and long pinstripe pants she'd been wearing all day.

I want to slide those down her legs...I wonder what panties she's wearing...

"Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?" she continued.

Hikaru's heart jumped, "Earlier?"

Please tell me she didn't find out about what I did...

"You know what" she raised a toying eyebrow, "The way you were looking at Miho"

"Oh" Hikaru breathed a sigh, "That"

"You want to talk about it?"

He took a large gulp of his drink, "Not particularly"

"You know you can't do that right? It kind of steps on everything we've been training you on" she sighed, "You need to work on this...anger towards everyone"

Not towards everyone, just the ones who want you...

"Maybe I'm getting rusty" Hikaru mumbled, "We haven't had a session since we got here"

"We've been here for 1 day" Haruhi smirked.

"Feels like longer"

Haruhi chuckled under her breath, then reached over to take a sip from Hikaru's drink.

Hikaru smirked – Cheeky...

"Woaaaah" she grimaced, covering her mouth in distaste, "What the hell is that?"

"A Sazerac"

"A what?"

"Whiskey and absinthe"

Her eyes bulged, "Jesus, you must be suicidal"

"It's not that bad"

"It tastes like the fastest way to a coma"

"Exactly" he took another sip.

Haruhi sighed, "You're right, this is waaay better than talking about your issues"

"Are you turning this evening into a session or are you going to let me drink?"

Haruhi shook her head, "I'm off the clock"

"Good. Then sit with me and have a drink" Hikaru slowly reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, his thumb beginning to circle on instinct. Heat spread through his palm and his breath caught in his throat. Even such a light touch like this felt so good...

Haruhi raised an eyebrow, "Hikaru, people might see" she hissed.

"So?" he removed his hand and gripped her bar stool, with one slight pull he brought her seat closer to him so they sat shoulder to shoulder, "Much better" he breathed.

"What are you doing Hika?" her voice was hushed, her eyes lingering on his lips for just a second.

He loved it when she called him that. So informal...so familiar...

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" he replied.

"You're drunk" she smirked.

"Not even a little bit", feeling bolder he leaned in closer. He inhaled her addictive floral scent, and snaked his arm around her waist. Her eyes went wide.

"Hikaru, people can see us" she hissed in a warning tone.

"Good" he replied, "Then all the guys will know you're off limits"

She rolled her eyes, "So this is about Miho"

"Don't say his name" Hikaru warned.

"Why not? It's not like I'm fucking hi-"

Her words were stolen by his lips crashing down on hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth with such dominance that she let out a muffled yelp that Hikaru revelled in. When they parted with a gasp Haruhi's eyes were heavy and dark with lust. The sight made Hikaru's teeth clench.

Haruhi blinked away the desire and looked around, probably checking that no one had been watching.

"If you're so worried about being caught, maybe we should take this upstairs to my room?" Hikaru leaned in to speak in her ear. She quivered which only made him want her more.

She took a moment to steady her breath, then in the softest, most pleading voice he'd ever heard, she said, "Lead the way"

She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. All this teasing, going on for weeks now, would finally reach it's conclusion. As he encased her hand in his, he pulled her from the seat and practically dragged her to the elevator. Once inside he pinned her to the wall and took her lips once more, this time without restraint. He was going to fuck this woman out of his system. He planned to keep her naked in his bed all night, there would be no sleeping, no pausing for breath. He was going to take her in every way he could think of, and give her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced. He would claim her body until the only name she could utter was his, until every other man who'd ever touched her was erased from her history. And once he'd done that, the obsession would be gone. Right? That had to be it. Every other woman he'd wanted, he'd had. This should be no different. Once he'd buried himself inside her and sated his lust, this possessiveness would be gone. Then things would be simple again.

Somehow they made it to his room, his lips touching her for the entirety of the journey from the elevator to his door. Whether that be her mouth, her neck or her collarbone. He loved the sounds she made when he touched her, those little moans and unintentional shudders of pleasure.

He threw the door shut behind them, and hooked his arms under her knees to wrap those perfect legs around his waist. She weighed nothing in his arms and it made him think about all the ways he could take her without her feet even touching the ground. Hikaru wanted to consume this woman, those perfect plump lips that moved against his own were intoxicating, and the heat from her body seemed to ignite every nerve inside of him. He wanted more of her, he wanted all of her.

Hikaru moved them to the bed, pressing Haruhi down onto the mattress as he laid above her, mouths still meshing, tongues still entangled. Through the weight of his chest he could feel the hammering of her heartbeat in rhythm with his own. Finally after what felt like a lifetime Hikaru released her lips with a smacking sound, he stared at those red swollen lips of hers and lost himself in the dark lust in her eyes.

Fuck, what this woman did to him.

Never, and he meant never, had a woman made him feel this desperate. Not once had a woman crawled this deep under his skin to the point where she was all he could think about, like she were in his bloodstream, in his brain. He wanted her to the point where it was painful. He'd been replaying that morning he'd first brought her to orgasm over and over in his mind. Haruhi spread out on the bed completely bared to him. That perfectly tight body, creamy smooth skin, full perky breasts that fit so well in his hands, long delicate legs that seemed to go on forever, and that sweet...responsive...wet...little...

"Hika" Haruhi gasped. Her back arched against him, pulling him back into the moment.

"I need you" Hikaru grit his teeth, his fingers hooking under the waistband of her pants, a strange nervousness washing over him.

Christ get your fucking act together. You've done this hundreds of times before.

Hikaru kissed her again, this time long and tenderly as he dragged her pants over her behind and down her legs. He made fast work on her blouse as she did the same with his shirt, unbuttoning frantically with such desperation that for a minute Hikaru thought she were about to rip the garment open, sending the buttons flying. Haruhi's eyes lingered on him as he removed the last item of his clothing, the one thing shielding her view of his desire for her. And when his manhood sprang free from the confines of his boxers, Haruhi's eyes rolled back in her head.

So. Fucking. Hot.

"Please tell me you're on the pill?" Hikaru growled low as he lowered himself back on top of her.

Haruhi nodded, her breath coming out in heavy pants as she pressed her nails into Hikaru's shoulders.

Their eyes met and suddenly Hikaru felt his heart leap in his chest before stilling. He took a moment, just a moment, to really look at her face. Those big hazel eyes so full of sincere kindness, trust, need...had her eyes always been this transfixing?

You have a naked woman lying under you, why are you looking at her eyes?

Sweat was starting to bead at Hikaru's forehead as he took her in. The way the Cupid's bow of her upper lip pursed with each breath, the slight peak of her tongue between her teeth. The light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her cute little nose and such delicate and expressive brows.

Had she always been this beautiful? Not just hot, not just sexy, but...beautiful..

Suddenly Hikaru was all too aware of the strange flurry in his stomach, and the hectic thumping of his heart. He swallowed shakily.

What the fuck? Are you nervous?

He was.

Him.

Hikaru Hitachiin. The man who had bedded more women then he cared to remember, the man who feared no confrontation, no altercation, and had no problem speaking to the opposite sex, and had once managed to talk a woman into bed in under 3 minutes. The same man who was now pressed naked against - who he now concluded to be - the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, her dark gaze locked to his, legs open to him, his shaft fully erect and nudging at her entrance, with her need for him as evident as his own. And he was nervous.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Suddenly Haruhi's lips pressed gently to his, no tongue, no teeth, just her soft mouth caressing his, so tenderly.

Once you've fucked her you won't be so obsessed. She's just another woman. Like all the others before her.

In one smooth, swift motion, he slid inside, joining their bodies as Haruhi stared up at him, her face contorting in pleasure. The sensations surprised even Hikaru, so much so that he stopped just to revel in the feeling of her accepting him inside.

Fuuuuuck...

Haruhi's breathing came erratically, her chest rising and falling, eyes begging him, begging.

Hikaru ground his teeth and began pressing in further...deeper. Haruhi gasped, head falling back against the pillow and eyelids falling shut.

"Open your eyes babydoll" Hikaru panted, "I need you to...look...at...me" His pelvis met hers and her eyes sprang open obediently, their gaze met and the fire between them exploded. He began thrusting hard and slow, gaining pace and focusing on every moan and gasp that left Haruhi's perfect lips. They kissed firmly, clinging to one another as their tongues tangled. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper, closer...it was almost too much.

His lips trailed down her neck as his movements became harder and faster, his tongue following the smooth channel between her swelling breasts. The most delicious sound burst from her open month and it almost sent Hikaru over the edge. The bed shook beneath them, the headboard bouncing off the wall. Sweat veiled their skin and the room was filled with the sounds of their impending release.

Had it always felt this good? No. No way. If it had he would have kept a woman in his bed every second of every day. This was all Haruhi. She'd taken over every one of his senses, every nerve in his body. Right there, in that bed, tangled together, she owned him. She owned all of him. She could have demanded anything of him and he would have said yes. Anything she wanted he would give her, and he would be happy to provide.

"Why did we waste so much time fighting?" he spoke through ground teeth, "We should have been doing this from the first moment..."

The look in her eyes told him that she agreed, those big hazel eyes, mixed with nothing but unwavering pleasure, pleading him for more, "I...I think I..." Haruhi's words trailed off with a loud moan and her legs tightened around him. She was close, so goddamn close...

"I...I don't think I'm going to...last...much longer" he grunted, forcing the words out between groans of pleasure, "You feel...too...good"

He didn't want it to end. He wanted this to last all night long, experiencing those waves of pleasure over and over again until they were spent. He wanted more. But fuck, he couldn't hold back. It was too much. The rhythm was erratic now, feral and needy, he pumped in and out, coaxing those sounds he loved from the beautiful woman beneath him. With each withdraw he could feel her tightening further and further around him, her moans getting louder and more animalistic. Her hair was a mess of tangles haloed around her head, her skin was dewy with sweat, cheeks flushed pink with the labour of her breaths...

Breathtaking. So fucking breathtaking.

She gasped, "Hika...I.."

"Yes babydoll, let go" Hikaru strained, feeling his own release building just as fast.

As if a switch had been flicked, Haruhi contracted around him, her arms firmly wrapped around his neck, her forehead pressing to his. Her mouth hang agape, and eyes rolled back into her head. The sight spurred on Hikaru's thrusts and suddenly he felt himself on the edge of climax. One look into this woman's eyes and he was done for. With a grunt he released himself, clinging onto her for dear life, every tingle from her body only intensifying his orgasm.

They panted violently, and finally Hikaru's arms gave out, his face buried into the crook of Haruhi's neck, enjoying the sweet smell of sex and lavender on her skin. He could hear their hearts beating in quick succession together, and their light gasps echoing off the walls.

"Wow" Haruhi whispered.

A smile spread across Hikaru's face, "Wow indeed" he laughed. He pulled back slightly to look at her, only to find that she was smiling back. And once again, her beauty caught him off guard. He tucked a lock of hair away from her face, then lightly touched his lips to hers. So soft...so tender.

I guess it didn't work...he thought to himself. Because instantly, the moment he had her on that bed he realised...she wasn't out of his system. In fact, as he moved his lips against her, taking in her delicate flavour and the way her breath hitched as he held her, he knew he wanted to do it again...and again...and again.

There was no cure for whatever Haruhi had infected him with. And Hikaru knew that meant he was completely, and undeniably. Fucked.

He smiled against her mouth, because in that moment, he didn't give a damn.

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