TWO DAYS LATER….

ASUKA

"Why is it so hot?" I murmured, trying to open my tear crusted eyes.

I attempted to move my legs, but it was really difficult. I felt like they were tied down by rope...that or-

I looked down to see my limbs tangled in someone else's legs. "What the hell?"My eyes traveled up from the long, muscular and tanned legs to a pair of pale blue boxers that did little to hide a large bulge. Attached to the legs was a firm and toned torso, shaped by strong abs. I wanted to take a breath, but the arm that was coiled around my body did not allow much movement. I swallowed hard and hoped that this body (no matter how absolutely amazing it was) didn't belong to him.

Before my eyes could finish their journey, a low voice hummed in my ear.

"Heh, like what you see, Kazama?"

I roughly pushed Hwoarang away and rolled of the bed, falling (butt-first) on the floor.
He laughed at me, the most seductive grin plastered on his face. He propped his head on his hand and with his free hand, patted the bed and smoothed out a circle in the spot I was a few seconds ago.

"Why don't you come back to bed? I'm pretty sure that carpet can't compete with a mattress." he said, staring me down.

I was so ready to pounce on this asshole! How dare he break into my home, get in my bed and sleep in it with me! Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze that made me shiver. I looked around and saw that I wasn't in my house! Not only was I not in my room, but I was only in a t-shirt and underwear! I gasped and pulled the hem of the shirt over my legs. I looked down in shame and noticed that one of my hands were covered in a bandage.

"What the hell did you do to me? Where am I?" I questioned.

"I didn't do anything to you, Kazama. After I practically saved your life, I brought you here to my hotel room. You've been out for days. I was going to crash on the couch, but you insisted that I should stay with you."

I stared suspiciously. I believed him when he said he never hurt me and that he helped me, but the part about me begging for his company seemed to far-fetched.

"What happened? Where are my clothes?" I still had so many questions. I felt like one of those little kids that never knew when to shut up.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Just know I handled it." Hwoarang murmured. "After a long sigh, he sat up and came over to pick me up. When I reached up to stop him from touching me, I sharp pain stabbed my side.

"Aii!"I yelped holding my ribs. I was so sore. It felt like I had gotten into a fight, but instead of fighting a human being I had fought with a brick wall, and the wall won. Hwoarang rushed over to my side so fast I almost didn't notice that he was next to me until he was lifting me off the carpeted floor.

I looked at Hwoarang's handsome face. I was so serious. He didn't wear his usual mask of arrogance and nonchalance. Putting my focus back on his face, I noticed that one of his eyes was swollen, as if someone had punched him. Did I do that to him? Did we get into a fight last night?

"Are you alright?" he asked me, his gaze filled with genuine concern.

Hwoarang's lips were slightly parted, the warmest breeze passing through them. Does he know how appealing he is to me? Once again Hwoarang caught me gawking at him and smirked

"Yes, I'm fine." I replied, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment.

"Good..." Hwoarang whispered with his face dangerously close to mine.

Oh, God, he's going to kiss me! I felt so numb in his arms. The only thing I could do was stare.

Hwoarang sat down on the bed, still holding me as if I were a little girl. Sitting on his lap was strangely comfortable to me. After removing his hand from under my legs, Hwoarang placed it on my thigh, just mere inches from my panties. I quickly grabbed his hand.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" I demanded, both angry and excited with the situation. Hwoarang simply flicked my hand away.

"Relax, Asuka."

Asuka...He called me Asuka. I was so shocked with him using my name that I did as he told.

HWOARANG

I didn't sleep for two days, I couldn't! I had to make sure that Asuka was going to be alright. She was shivering in her sleep and once in a while she'd moan. I wasn't sure if the sound was because she was in pain or she was having another sexual fantasy. Fortunately, Asuka's shaking ceased and her moans were silenced. As the days passed, she seemed to be doing better. Once in a while, she'd wake up and vomit, but I knew it was because the drugs were still in her body. I fed her and clothed her. Every night, she'd call to me to sleep with her. She slept so soundly with her face pressed against my chest. I only got a few hours' worth of sleep, but Asuka was worth my sleep deprivation.

Last night, I noticed that Asuka's bruised skin was healing. Her skin was not perfect but it looked better than it did two nights ago. On each of her wrists were thin bruises from the restraints, the side of her face wore a red mark that resembled permanent blush, and on her chest were multiple pink spots that seemed to lead to an oval-shaped purple bruise on her stomach.

When Asuka asked me what happened to her, I was relieved to know that she didn't remember. I didn't want her to know what Yukimura and his gang did to her. I could tell that waking up in my arms was the last thing Asuka wanted, or was it? I couldn't really tell. She was still a little loopy from the drugs.

I'm surprised Asuka let me touch her after freaking out on me. Holding Asuka's body in my arms made my heart race. She was banged up but she was back to normal. All my feelings of concern were replaced by an indescribable desire for Asuka. I sat her down in my lap, stared at her pink, heart-shaped lips and held her firmly in my arms before kissing her. At first, she was as stiff as a board and unresponsive to me, but when I took her hand into my own, she began to relax. Her soft hands gripped my calloused ones and squeezed tightly.

ASUKA

I let Hwoarang kiss me, but I don't know why! I'm only in a shirt and panties in this man's bedroom. Why am I doing this? Is it because I've fallen for Hwoarang? I still don't know how I got here and he hasn't told me. Why do I feel so dizzy, so nauseous, so weak and vulnerable?

Hwoarang slid his hand from mine and put it between my legs. I immediately squeezed my thighs together. Was he really trying to fondle me like he was a few days ago?

"No-I can't."I said, trying not to look him in the face. "This is happening so fast. You still haven't answered my questions."

"I want to make you feel better."Hwoarang replied, stroking my cheek.

"You're making me feel confused. You're making me feel…like you're taking advantage of me. I just woke up and now you want to do this?"

"I am not trying to take advantage of you. I would never." Hwoarang sounded offended by my statement. "Is that all that you feel?"

I thought about his question. "I'm a mess, how could you possibly want me right now?"

"Are you telling me that you don't want to do this?"

I bit my lip. At this moment, I don't really know what I want. I was feeling so weird. He was making me so aroused. It was like he knew exactly what to do with my body. He just has so much experience and I have absolutely none. I'm just a high-school girl, what the hell do I know about pleasing this man? I couldn't be the only girl he's been with, not by a long shot.

"How many women have you had?" I asked, afraid of the answer I might get.

Hwoarang sighed and thought about my question for a moment.

"Does it matter?"

That was definitely not the kind of answer I wanted. I immediately became upset.

"Yes, it does!" I exclaimed, jumping out of his lap. I should be more concerned about why I was even in his room in the first place or what happened to me last night, but I was too focused on Hwoarang's promiscuity.

"I don't want to be girl number seven on your weekly schedule, okay?"

When I folded my arms, Hwoarang stood up. I didn't want him anywhere near me so I backed away, holding my hands up in defense.

"You don't have to be number seven..." He whispered, snatching the t-shirt from my hand. "You won't ever have to be number seven."

"Why am I here?" I asked, trying to return to the previous topic of the conversation.

"You're not number six." He took my hand within his, lacing my fingers with his.

"Why did you bring me here?" I wanted to take my hand from him, but he was holding me tightly.

"Answer me!" I raised my hand in an attempt to strike him, but he caught my wrist in his hand.

"You're not number five, four or three." He stepped closer to me, and I pushed him back.

"Why won't you tell me what happened last night?"

My arms felt like wet noodles in Hwoarang's hands. He pressed me against the cold wall and pinned my arms above my head. I couldn't feel anything but a lump in my throat and a tingle in my core. It was scary.

"...Not number two..." he smelled my hair and released a shaky sigh.

I tried to force Hwoarang off of me, using my body. Our stomachs pressed against each other for a few moments before he completely sandwiched me between his body and the wall.

"You're number one. You're the only one I want, Asuka."

When Hwoarang kissed me again, I almost melted through his fingers. I couldn't help but to surrender my body to him. I let Hwoarang's hands grope and roam my body. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I let them drop to my sides. I just stood there like an inflatable, awkward sex-doll. Hwoarang chuckled lowly before bringing his face to my neck. His kissed, licked and blew on it, making me shiver and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When he gently nibbled on my neck I moaned. I could feel something pressing hard against my stomach.

HWOARANG

I wanted to erase everything that Yukimura and his gang did to Asuka. I don't want her to remember, but if she does, I want that horrible vision to be replaced with this moment. I want her only to think of me if she ever tries to think of that night. I kneaded Asuka's supple breast in my hands like dough. At first she tried to stop me, but like the end all her other efforts, she just held on to me, and let my hands do their job. Asuka's eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip, she looked like she was ready for more than a make-out session. I knew I was.

I grabbed Asuka's shoulders and quickly spun her around so that she was facing the wall. She propped herself up against the wall, to keep her chest and face from mashing into it.

"What are you doing?" she was breathless.

I hushed her when I slid down one of her bra straps and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Open your legs." I requested stroking her thigh.

Asuka froze. I could feel worry, distrust and other suspicious emotions radiating from her.

"I can't. I just-"

"-Need to trust me." I whispered in her ear before kissing it.

"I'm...I'm a virgin." she admitted, as if I didn't already know.

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I promise."

Asuka turned her head to look at me and she nodded. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Asuka slowly separated her legs, one small step at a time.

"If you hurt me, I swear I'll-"

"If this hurts just tell me." I thought it was cute that she was still making threats even though I could just take her if I wanted to.

ASUKA

One of Hwoarang's hands slithered down my stomach and then over my panties, stroking the thin material. When he felt that I was finally ready, Hwoarang's hand dived inside of my underwear, and immediately found my most sensitive spot. When I moaned, he inhaled my breath as if he was collecting my love sounds and using them as oxygen. His finger "strummed"over my core and and I could feel my legs ready to give out on me. I clawed the smooth surface of the wall, but could not grip it well enough. I felt like a cat trying to climb a wall.

END POV

Hwoarang pressed his arousal against Asuka's butt, grinding against her, allowing her to feel his desire for her. Her parted mouth panted and groaned, begging for more. Hwoarang placed his free hand over one of Asuka's and clutched it.

"Does it hurt, Asuka?" Hwoarang teased.

Asuka bit her lower lip, refusing to let Hwoarang know that she enjoyed his fingers caressing her. For and instant, Hwoarang took his hand from Asuka's panties, sucked his fingers and groaned.

How could this girl be sweet everywhere? He thought to himself.

He had to have more.

Hwoarang removed his hand completely, peeled Asuka off the wall and pushed her backward on the bed. He climbed onto of her and kissed her luscious mouth, his tongue playing with hers. Asuka's hands pressed against his bare chest, feeling his equally rapid heartbeat. She was relieved to know that he was as excited as she was.

Hwoarang pulled away from the kiss and slid off Asuka's damp panties. She put her hands over her vagina to hide it from Hwoarang. She blushed deeply, avoiding any and all eye contact.

"You're beautiful. Don't hide from me."

Hwoarang got on his knees and grasped Asuka's hips and pulled her "lips" closer to his. He blew on her womanhood before kissing it deeply. Asuka swallowed hard and held onto the sheets of the bed. After placing her legs over his shoulders, Hwoarang French kissed Asuka's pussy. He suckled on her pearl emitting a moan from her. Her hips bucked forward with each lick.

"Do you like this, Asuka?" Hwoarang asked, removing his mouth from her womanhood.

He inserted he index finger inside of her tight hole a slowly slid it in and out of her. Asuka squeezed her eyes tightly and cried out. Moans and groans weren't enough for Hwoarang, he wanted to hear her actual words. He lowered his head back down and swapped his finger for his tongue. He didn't want to break anything important before she was ready. Asuka could feel something building up inside of her. She felt like a volcano, ready to explode at any second.

"Do you?" he whispered. The light buzz Asuka felt from Hwoarang's words sent her over the edge.

"Yes!" she screamed, grasping a fistful of Hwoarang's red hair and squeezing it. Asuka started breathing rapidly trying to fight off whatever wave was taking over her body. Hwoarang looked up at Asuka's pleasure stricken face. He could tell she was trying to not come. He'd seen it enough to know what she was trying to do.

"Let it go, Asuka, let it go." he coached.

Asuka's toes curled and her thighs closed in on Hwoarang's head, compressing it. Her torso lifted of the bed as a sudden surge of liquid fire flowed her from her body. Her head drooped as she tried to catch her breath. After licking Asuka clean, Hwoarang got off of his knees and kissed her.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" he spoke softly, helping put Asuka's panties back on her body. She held his hand as they layed together on the bed. Hwoarang stroked Asuka's pretty brown hair, tucking bits of it behind her diamond studded earring.

"No...it wasn't." she admitted, a pink tint filling her cheeks.

Hwoarang smiled. "Next time I'll make you say my name, Kazama."

Asuka rolled her eyes and playfully punched hwoarang's abs. Although she know he was joking, Asuka rarely said Hwoarang's name.

"Next time?"

"Next time, I'll make you a woman." Hwoarang replied, staring deeply, almost lovingly, into Asuka's eyes.

Asuka averted her gaze somewhere else, her face feeling warmer.

The two of them lied in each other's arms in complete silence. There was nothing neither needed to was Hwoarang's girlfriend and Hwoarang was Asuka's boyfriend.

Soon the full SPRITE shall arrive!

Almost done with the story! D: