DISCLAIMER: I do not own BROTHERS CONFLICT.
EDITED VERSION
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Chapter 2
~"You are the one I love the most"~
"We have a new customer requesting for your personal service today. He's from the singing industry and his company is paying for you to be his hostess for 3 hours." Rose glanced through her folder. She proceeded to dump a file in front of me which was attached to a flashy looking cheque and a logo for one of the most famous companies in the world, Hikaru, a company famous for bringing talented people to stardom. Wow, giving me $8000 for 3hours? Cool. This will pay for textbooks for the children in the club's orphanage. Rose clicked at her mouse and she whistled, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Wow, it's Asakura Fuuto." Rose hums in appreciation. "The Asakura Fuuto."
"Holy shit! Really?" I gaped. Fuuto was really good at singing, like incredibly good. His vocal cords were just impossibly sexy and powerful. A deep purr, silky smooth and sweet like milk chocolate and the low voice cracks like shards of melting caramel. A Japanese worldwide sensation who had many female fans from all over the world. His voice, topped off with his handsome features, practically brought Japan to its knees, okay more like the girls to their knees.
"He wants…the sexy type, hence your dress." Rose gestures to me her eyes never leaving the computer. "And you are kind of a payment from his company to him. For his hard work this year."
I was dressed in a black silk low-cut dress with a high slit that led all the way to an inch below my waist. The dress showed off my long legs and had encrusted jewels on the velvet lining. The dress was beautiful, flowing down every curve and dip of my body with dots of sparkling star like gems following the sway of my body, like a galaxy of stars. I had on a pair of Jimmy Choo black heels, and crystal Swarovski earring. My raven hair was styled into a waterfall braid, with a few diamond pins holding it in place.
"That's a really odd way of payment to an employee. Why me?" I frowned, applying on some lip balm, which smelt faintly of peaches and strawberries. Two of my most favourite fruits in the world. I had removed my previous layer of makeup, to apply on a light layer of makeup, just a simple blush, and eyeliner to accentuate my eyes.
"Are you serious Miyu? You do know that you have a fan base, fan pages, fan made magazines, and that famous idol magazines and various famous television shows talk about you right?" Rose rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow.
"Damn, I thought I lost all the paparazzi. Was all that sneaking around to just get in and out of the club in vain? "I cursed, doing my final touch ups to my make-up. I grabbed my red Victorian lacy mask and slipped it on. The simple intricate mask with its silk roses and little specks of diamonds wrapped my face, almost like a second skin. The fabric comfortable to wear and so pretty to look at. Perfect.
"Chill. It's mostly pictures from the club. They just copy and paste it in their magazines and then bullshit some story for their articles and other shit. Though, at this rate, I bet it won't be long before some television show actually asks for an interview. Or maybe some fashion show. "Rose commented smirking at my expression of horror.
"EHHH? No, thank you!" I shuddered, imagining all the ten different ways I could screw up an interview. God no. "I'm done, Boss. Where is this guy?" I saluted Rose, letting her inspect my outfit once over. Rose leads me upstairs where the executive V.I.P. night club rooms are found.
"Remember he's young, so don't tease him too much. He probably can't take the over amount of sexual frustration." Rose told me, adjusting my hairpins.
"How old?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"According to the company, 19. He's younger than you."
"What? I could almost swear that he's younger, maybe 17 or like 16?"
"Well, idols are a fishy bunch. Anyway, their company will deal with the legal shit. They already sighed the damn contract anyway." Rose shrugs and knocks on the door in front of us. "Mr. Asakura? Aphrodite is here. Please enjoy your time!" She pulls opens the door and turns to press the timer beside the door. I stepped in, to hear the click of the closed door.
The room was huge and long in width, with most of the furniture a dark blue in colour with cobalt fur rugs lining the floor. The room was decorated with some potted plants and there was a glossy wooden mini bar at the far corner, painted a dark navy sea blue with dark russet stools. One of my colleagues stood behind the bar polishing the glass. She winks at me for encouragement and bows before leaving us alone.
Most of the entire room had floor to ceiling glass windows for walls, showing the city lights beneath us. Tall flats shone in various different colours, dots of carmine, strands of eggshell blue and swirls of blazing crimson red, with flashes of gold and green. The streets were busy with people rushing home, and the trees were decorated with fairy lights that glowed in iridescent colours. The sky was a deep colour so dark you could barely see a thing.
A long sofa was placed towards the window, it was turquoise in colour with dark blue lining. Shaped in an 'L', it had pale orange cushions with soft LED lights in them. In front of the sofa was a small coffee table, with a small red candle that smelt of a heady scent of the sea and something sweet. The flame flickered softly in the well-designed little wine bottle, decorated with little specks of sand and seashells. The candle light and the lights from the sofa were the only sources of light in the room, and hence it was slightly dim if not for the bright city beneath us.
Fuuto lounges on the sofa, lazing languidly with his arms spread wide and one leg propped onto the other. He was dressed in a simple grey suit, with the buttons of his top opened to reveal pale lean skin. A single red tie, loosely wrapped on his neck,. His hazel brown eyes with their specks of gold flakes slowly travels down my body, lingering longer on my chest. Hm. Pervert. He has sexily messy light brown hair that seemed to could not decide whether to be red or brown and decided to be a slightly white washed colour of red, a salmon pink in different angles of light. His hair was fluffy and pinned with a cute little yellow clip to one side of his head, in a boyish fashion.
His eyes were almond shaped, with crazily long eyelashes, and a single double eyelid. They were the longest I have ever seen and their light colour made him look ten times more beautiful, enhancing the gold flakes that swirled in the depths of his irises. He looked adorable if not for that mischievous glint in his eyes, a dark predatory emotion which brought a shiver down my spine.
His lips were full and incredibly girly in colour, a light pink at the edges going to a rose pink in the centre, almost like a heart. His body was slender but I could see outlines of muscles under his shirt. His face was sharp and angular, slightly soft at the edges from baby fat. His skin a pale snowy white. No doubt, he was beautiful. A very beautiful boy. He looked almost like an incubus ready to snatch you into his grasp. He stares at my face and his lips tilts upwards. A sly smirk on his lips, his eyes darkened with desire.
"Asakura Fuuto, such a pleasure to meet you." I breathed, purposely letting my voice rumble at that word that promised so many things. My voice seductively sweet. He shivers slightly, and my smile widened. I boldly stepped onto the sofa, leaning in to his face, gripping his tie and pulling it so that he was forced to lean closer. Our faces are centimetres apart, and I smiled. "Such a bold move to request for the sexy type, little boy."
In one quick move I stepped onto the sofa, to languidly slide down to straddle him. His eyes travels down my body as I slowly sat down on his laps. His eyes oozing across my skin with desire. I placed my arms on his neck, looking down at him, and a seductive smile on my lips.
"Onee-san is so beautiful." He finally speaks, as expected that absolutely amazing voice bring shivers right to my core. So he has a brother-sister fetish huh? Odd guy. Good luck to whoever his older sister is. She needs all the help she can get.
"Smooth talker, otouto." I bit his earlobe gently, letting my hot breathe fan against his sensitive ear and he shivers. I then moved quickly to claim his lips in a deep kiss.
Soft, and warm, with the hint of dark chocolate and mint, and a masculine taste of his lips. Mm. I moulded my lips to his sucking gently on his bottom lip, letting the pale pink pinch into a rosy red, pressing quick little nips to his lips. He gasped, allowing me access to his mouth and I gently caressed his tongue with my own, flicking it against his. His hands gripped onto my arms tightly, his nails clawing into my skin. He moaned. The sound was music to my ears, and it makes my heart speed up in excitement. Perfect.
I latched onto his tongue sucking on it gently, painting intricate patterns on the silky flesh. I break apart for a small breather, watching amused at his glazed eyes and swollen lips as he looks disoriented at me before I gave him another open mouth kiss. I swirled my tongue around the roof of his mouth painting slow lazy circles, rubbing and flicking it gently.
He moaned out loud, his hands seemingly lost their energy and they dropped limply onto the sofa, shuddering from the pleasure. I smiled onto his lips, licking his tongue sensually with tiny little flicks like a cat, moving into a sensual pattern. He was panting now, his arousal pressing onto my body. He whined giving me breathy moans. His eyes squeezed together tightly in pleasure. I pulled at his hair, leaving his lips to force him to tilt his head back. He stared up at the ceiling panting slightly.
"Such a good boy." I whispered into his ear. "For that I'll give you your reward." I grinded hard onto Fuuto, and he gave a throaty moan. He came apart in my hands panting hard and blushing a brilliant stunning red. He looks down at me his eyes glazed with lust.
"You might want to change your clothes." I smirked at him, and gestured for my colleague to get a pair of jeans for Fuuto, after whispering to her his size.
"How... (Pant) Did you... (Pant) learn to... (Pant) Kiss like that?" He gasped out, still feeling tingles of pleasure running up and down his body.
"Please, I'm the best of the best. What do you expect?" I teased handing him the jeans, and directed him to the toilet in the room. While he was at it, I maneuvered to the bar, grabbing the tall bottle of clear vodka, I poured some into two highball glass with little round ice cubes. The crystal clear shimmery liquid trickles down the glass, reflecting the blue light of the room, creating a glowing effect. I then mixed in the peach schnapps, dry spirit made from the distillation of peaches, letting the dark honey coloured liquid mix with the vodka. Before adding decent amounts of cranberry and orange juice.
Stirring gently, I strode back to the sofa, not before grabbing a bowl of strawberries dipped in dark chocolate and placed the drinks on the coffee table. Just in time to see Fuuto walk out of the bathroom. He plops down beside me on the sofa.
"Damn." I whistled. The blue tattered jeans hugs his body like a second skin. It hung loosely at his hips, showing the dips of his hipbone and the abs on his stomach, as well as the delectable little fuzz of brown hair that travels from his belly button down to a certain organ. Sexy.
"How do you even know my size?" He frowned, looking at the jeans, turning to look at the back of his pants, practically showing off his round ass to me. Okay, I'm kind of turning into some kind of lecher right now. STOP MIYU STOP. "It fits perfectly."
"I've been all over your body, Fuuto, "I emphasized the word 'body' eliciting a bright red blush from Fuuto. I handed him the drink. "I didn't put that much vodka since I'm not really a drinker. Do you like vodka?" I asked, handing him the drink. He shrugged, reaching to take the drink from my grasp, our fingertips brushing ever so slightly, and he shivered slightly, goose bumps appearing on his skin, a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.
"I don't drink much." He confessed, taking a small sip.
"Then good. This should be okay for you then." I smiled, taking a sip from my own glass. The tangy fruity flavour with the slight burn of alcohol travels down my throat silkily. It has a slight hint of sour flavour. A sweet peach tang with the zest of oranges. One of my favourite drinks.
"Mm. It tastes good. What is it?" Fuuto asked, humming in approval, gulping the drink down. I crossed my legs, smirking at him while swirling the ice in my cup, letting it make soft clinking sounds on the glass.
"It's a bar drink called Sex on the beach." I purred. He raised a brow, blushing bright red.
"Are you implying something Onee-san?" He asked, his voice dipping down an octave.
"Two can play a game. But, no. I don't offer sex." I grinned at him. "Sorry for getting your hopes up."
"Don't worry. I wasn't looking for sex. But, you are an amazing kisser. I wouldn't mind coming back just for a kiss." He smirked, taking another sip of his drink.
"A kiss huh? Maybe I'll give you another one later." I teased. "But, I want to get to know you otouto. Tell me about yourself."
"Me? Practically everything about me is on the internet. You can just google it." He shrugs.
"I want to get to know the real you, if you don't mind." I explained, giving him a small smile. "I promise I won't tell anyone." I vouched.
"That's a very personal question, Aphrodite...Sure, but I want the same thing in return." He smirked.
"Sure! Just don't tell the press please? It's just so freaking hard to dodge the paparazzi and keep my personal life a secret." I beamed, bouncing happily. Yay! A new friend!
"Okay." He chuckled, swirling the ice in his glass. "What do you want to know about sexy and hot little me?"
"What are your hobbies?" I asked, raising a brow at his last comment.
"I enjoy dancing, singing and most importantly, acting. Honestly, I joined the industry auditioning to be an actor but ended up getting the job as a singer because of my vocals…I want to be an actor." He combs back his hair with his fingers and sighs, placing his drink down on the coffee table.
"Hmm. For me…I enjoy cooking and would you believe it? As for my job, I find seducing people interesting." I leaned back on the sofa, smirking at Fuuto. "But…honestly, I always wanted to be a chef. I never intended to do…" I gestured to our surroundings. "This sort of thing you know?"
I sighed, giving him a sad smile. "This was a last resort for me and I am thankful because I get to cook here and meet lots of new people. I'm just glad that I gradually came to enjoy my job and learn lots of new things too!" I said, perked up in excitement, and Fuuto watches my animated talking with amusement.
"For example." I smiled at him, placing my glass down as well. "Cute, embarrassed submissive type?" I pouted at him, giving him my well-practiced puppy dog eyes, with the hint of tears in my eyes. I made myself blush, by imagining…certain things, and purposely squirmed, rubbing my thighs together.
"Fu-Fuuto…Don't look at me like th-aat!" I whined in embarrassment, blushing redder and redder. He watches wide eye and stunned. A tinge of red on his cheeks. My inner succubus high-fives herself for doing a good job from the noticeable bulge in his pants.
"Calm, proper, shy submissive type?" I sniffed at him, seating up straight, holding myself up with proper etiquette and grace. Then, my mood changes and I looked at him flustered. "Stupid! You can't treat a lady like that you BAKA! (stupid)" I yelped, glaring at him hotly, pouting my mouth slightly, an angry red burn on my cheeks.
"You just have to request. Anything." In a quick sweep, I pressed him down on the sofa, he winces slightly. I straddled him, looking down at him from above darkly. "And then there is...the dominant." I leaned closer to him, pressing my hands on each side of his head, trapping him. "Brave," I gave a small rock of my hips and his breath hitches in his throat. "Seductive," I nuzzled his neck, feeling the soft spot on his neck thumping hard with excitement. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. "And sexy type." I sat back up my eyes drilling holes into his. I smirked.
"You are such a tease." He pants, his voice breathless. "But that, "he breaths, "was amazing acting."
"Thank you. You know you love it." My eyes flash with amusement as I climbed off him, he sits up pushing his currently messier hair out of his eyes. I reach for my glass, and take a sip of my drink. "Hey can I ask you some weird questions?" I asked, laughing slightly. I always wanted to ask guys these questions, it's kind of like those taboo questions you want to ask guys but you can't because they're so awkward you know? He nods.
"If I caught you…touching yourself in bed, would you blush awkwardly and accept that I caught you or pretend you were doing something else? Like maybe shaking your ass?" I asked curiously. His eyes widened, he raised an eyebrow.
"Is that what you ask every guy you meet?" He chuckled. "You're such a perverted person." I blushed flustered.
"No! No! I'm just curious you know? You know?" I tried to explain. "Okay never mind I don't know why I even-"I am cut off by his answer.
"I don't know about every guy." He smirks at me. "But, I'll probably accept that you caught me, and ask you to join me in bed." He winks. I blinked. Did he just…
"Did you just say you would continue touching yourself and ask me to look at you?"
"Of course not. I would want you," he raised a brow, giving me a devilishly sexy smirk, "to touch me."
"EH." I began to feel flustered, blushing bright red. I should change the question. I stuttered and coughed before quickly asking another question. "Do boxer pants feel airy?"
"Uhh…What?"
"Well, at least compared to underwear?"
"It is more comfortable? It's really soft? "
"Wow really?" I beamed at him. "If we ever meet again can you bring one for me to try?" I asked, fascinated about the male boxer pants. Fuuto's eyes widened, and he smirked.
"Did you just…" He chuckles and beams at me. "Ask to wear my undergarments?" He stifles his laughter behind his hand. "You're so bold. And on the day we met too!" I blushed beetroot red, practically feeling the steam spewing out of my ears.
"AHHHH NO! NO! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS AND GIVE ME YOUR UNDERWEAR." I yelled in horror. He laughs, his shoulders shaking madly, and clutching his stomach tight. "I AM CHANGING THE TOPIC. What do you like to eat?"
"Honestly? I love fried chicken." He explains, sighing and wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "But as an idol, I can't eat much of it." He shrugs. I sighed internally. I can't believe I just let myself speak without thinking! I hate that habit of mine.
"I'll make it for you when we meet again! Kaarage (fried chicken) huh?" I started salivating at the thought. Deep fried, well spiced, fried, crunchy and succulent chicken. Fuuto poked my cheeks.
"Hey. Stop ignoring me for food." He fakes a pout and I smiled at him, amused. We ended up talking some more and getting to know one another for the next two hours. Behind his charming idol smile and angelic voice, Fuuto was actually really cheeky. A sharp-tongued and sly boy who tended to look down on everyone around him. He enjoys toying with people and riling them up and he dreams of being an actor. However, behind that mischievous personality, he was really kind and funny and we had a really good time together. We exchanged numbers and promised to meet again.
"It was really nice meeting you Fuuto," I smiled at Fuuto as the clock strikes 3 and a buzzer sounded in the room showing that Fuuto's time with me was up. He grinned.
"Yeah, it was nice meeting you onee-san!" He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me close to his body. The warm scent of him that reminded me of milk chocolate engulfed me as he snuggles into my body. Wow, he smells amazing. I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the sweet tang with its hints of bitter. I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, his skin incredibly warm on my lips. He shivers slightly and I smirked. I'm glad that I still have that effect on him.
I waved goodbye, watching him as he left the room. I stretched, yawning softly. I can finally go home and sleep. I sighed happily. Though, Fuuto's features are honestly really familiar. Where have I seen them before?