CHAPTER 6- Candied Heat

(yes candy-ed heat) like candied apples... or like canned heat from napoleon dynamite...

DANCE!

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Hwoarang gracefully hopped out of the window and onto ground . He heard the click of Asuka's window lock and scoffed . "Like that'll keep me out ." he murmured, interlocking his fingers, cracking them and then reaching his arms above his head in a stretch . As he approached his bike, Hwoarang got a hold his fingerless gloves and slid one on. As he did this he caught a whiff of flowers, Cherry Blossoms in particular . He took a quick glance around the area and there were no trees growing the plant . He placed two fingers under his nostrils and inhaled deeply . The corner of his lip, curled into smirk . "Ka…zama ," he whispered, glimpsing at the house he had just left . Pinching the collar of his shirt, Hwoarang lifted it to his nose and smelled it . Cherry Blossoms, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms ! He quickly hopped onto his bike and sped home …

Why the hell am I rushing home ?

Truth be told, he wanted the scent to last… stay on his skin and his clothes . Forever . Or at least until he got home . As much as he wanted to grab the brake and slow down, he twisted the grip until it couldn't go any further and soon he was home .

Once he reached the apartment complex, he rushed to his room . Along the way, he ran into his neighbor, Junko Takemura . "Hwoa-kun," she whinned, beer bottle in hand. She was 15 years his senior, but that didn't matter. Ever since he moved to Osaka several months ago, he and Junko had been having an affair. Whenever her husband and children where at work and school he would come into her apartment and into her, over and over and over again. He didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant because she, against her husband's wishes, got her tubes tied . Hwoarang used condoms with other women to avoid any diseases, but with Junko, he didn't have to worry. She was wrapped so tightly around his finger, she was desperate to have him . It was pathetic, but he was one to become easily bored .

"Hwoa-kun" she called again, this time attempting to hug him. Hated the way she said his name…it was like she was an bratty 5 year old. As she stepped toward him, he backed away as if she actually had a disease . Junko's lustful eyes drained and were refilled with hurt . "What's wrong ?" she asked, stretching her hand towards his face. Grabbing her wrist, Hwoarang shook his head, took out his keys and prepared to enter is apartment. "Not in the mood ."

Hwoarang rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He could hear Junko slam the door and throw her beer bottle against it, releasing a shriek . "Damn, you!" Junko reeked of cheap booze and it bothered his nose . Walking in the living room, Hwoarang kicked his boots off beside his army duffle bag and sat his keys on the lamp stand. He snatched off his gloves and smelled his hand . Cherry blossoms … he sniffed hand once more … the slight smell of alcohol . Damnit ! The booze tainted the flowery scent . On his clothes, the sweet smell was fading .

No, No, No!

He rushed into the bathroom turned on the shower . Soon, steam filled the room and Hwoarang stripped his clothes off . He stepped into the shower and the hot water crashed into his hair & skin . Closing his eyes, Hwoarang placed one hand over his mouth, letting a couple of fingers find a place over and under his nose . Cherry Blossoms . He had to taste it . Her hand to taste her. His pinky slid into his mouth and he licked it, water spilling into his mouth as well.

What if Asuka's father wasn't there ? What if they had stayed in that closet ? Oh, what if ?

That beautiful, dark chestnut hair . It was so lucky to be that close to her face . Those luscious pink lips were worthy to be kissed with the most tender of kisses. He wanted to kiss, suck and bite those rosy lips until they were swollen . That smooth alabaster skin, was just begging to be touched and marked, with hickeys. She herself was a like a cherry blossom…he wanted to deflower her. Better yet, she was a tiny cherry bomb and he wanted to know what made her tick, what set her off, and ultimately he wanted to make her explode. Oh, how he wished he could dominate that fiery spirit of hers .

Aahh … so good .

Unconsciously, Hwoarang's hand had found its way to his fully erect penis and began stroking it . His breaths were long, and slow and he was enjoying the smell of his "sacred" hand…

"Aa-haa," Asuka's moans filled my ear . Her high-pitched voice echoed through my head . It was like a song of lustful pleasure. I needed to hear more of this sweet symphony . I thrust myself harder and faster into her. Staccato cries filling my ears . Her voice shaking with each pump, as she tried to speak, "P-pl-ee-ease, d-don't st-top." I looked into her chocolate brown eyes and grinned slightly . "I won't…ever, I…promise" I replied, in between our insync moans. Of course, that wasn't the case because soon I came inside of the girl, giving the song a great finish but my dream an abrupt ending.

Hwoarang slowly opened his eyes and slicked his hair back out of his face. As hot fluids went down the drain so did the wonderful scent of cherry blossoms and he smirked . "You're gonna be mine, Kazama ." he spoke, confidently as he washed his body with his own soap and finally got out of the steamy bathroom. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Hwoarang made his way to the couch and sat down, his legs open. Suddenly, his phone rang and he reluctantly picked it up.

"What?" he answered, not bothering to look at caller ID.

"U-um..." a shy voice replied.

"Speak up!" he yelled, digging his pinky into his other ear .

"Konnichiwa, this is Hatsumi, Asuka's friend." She was obviously nervous.

Hwoarang sighed heavily into the phone. "Okay. What do you want?"

"Tomorrow is saturday..."

"Yeah, and?" This chick was taking too much of his time. He throw his head back on the couch.

"...and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party with Dai, Asuka and myself."

Hwoarang shot up and grinned. He only heard party and Asuka. "Yeah, sure."

"Okay... it's at Acaraje Tropicana in Tokyo. Try to get there before 12 midnight, so that you can get in at a discounted rate."

"Alright...see you then. Bye"

Hatsumi could only utter a "Buh" sound before Hwoarang hung up.

Hwoarang grinned. "You will be mine, Kazama."

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