Alright, Kutau time. I started reading some Shugo Chara! Encore to get a feel for this couple, and I actually really love it. The way they interact is just fucking adorable. But I think I'm going to put those events aside (and the fact that I screwed up the ages – oops!) and just see if I can recreate the relationship through different, much sexier means. They're teenagers, after all, and it would be cute if they both explored with other people before coming back to each other and realizing how right it felt to be together (*cough* excuse not to do another virginal scene *cough*).

Done rambling. Enjoy your lemons. :3

Rummaging through the cupboard drawers, Kukai found himself lost in a wonderland of packaged dry fruit ad soy bars. He shifted through them, searching for snacks behind jars of organic peanut butter and health shake mixes. Definitely not anything worthy of a movie snack...

Utau giggled as she watched him throw things from the cupboard in a vain search for sugar and popcorn. It was kind of funny, watching him getting increasingly frustrated as he searched through the huge kitchen for something decent to eat. It was industrial-sized, but it was decorated beautifully, with multiple ceramic sinks and a massive fridge in the corner. "That's all Yukari's. She's been on a health kick lately."

"You mean in between drinking binges?" he asked jokingly, holding up a half empty bottle of wine.

She rolled her eyes, remembering last week when she'd come home to Yukari three sheets to the wind, drunkenly trying to emulate the high-speed dance moves on an exercise tape. She'd coaxed her into bed, although not before she'd already knocked over a pricey lamp, then finished off what was left in the glass she'd left on the table. "I'd say there's a little overlap." She walked up behind him and peered into the cabinet. "Looks like the staff didn't bother replacing the snacks, and it's not like we can send someone to go get anything. Wanna take a quick trip to the store?"

Kukai shook his head as he replaced a pack of dried apricots to its place in the cupboard. "And leave those two upstairs together? You saw how they couldn't keep their hands off each other."

This caught her a little off-guard. If only he knew that's the reason she'd pulled him down here in the first place. Her gaze shifted nervously around the room, remembering she had a little mission of her own to complete. But how? He obviously wanted to go back upstairs, but if they did, neither of them would be able to complete their dare. "They'll be just fine. Maybe we could bake something?" She bit her lip as she darted over to another cabinet. She opened it and pulled out a heavy bag of flour, setting it on the table. He watched in confusion as a bag of sugar, then bottled vanilla extract followed it. "How do cookies sound?"

It would take a little time, but fresh-baked cookies sounded like heaven right now. "Sure, I'm up for it." He wasn't exactly a baker- actually, he had very little experience in the kitchen- but he was fairly confident that she could guide him through it.

"Alright, let's get started." She opened another drawer, pulling out a short, frilly apron. She tossed a longer white one to him before putting hers on and tying it around her waist. After, glancing at an open recipe book, she began to measure the flour before feeling a pair of eyes burning a hole in her. She could feel herself blush as she set the measuring cup down. "I-It's not polite to stare, kid."

Kukai quickly looked away, picking up the measuring cup and nearly dropping it. "Who's staring? I'm not staring." He desperately tried to suppress a blush, succeeding as he focused on acting very interested in sifting the flour.

"Whatever. Just get two cups of that, I'll start on the eggs." With that, she turned and strode over to the refrigerator, keeping up an almost tsundere persona.

He let the blush take over, certain that she was otherwise occupied. He couldn't help but stare when she was dressed like that; a sexy apron over a short skirt that just barely covered her. Okay, so maybe it was mostly the apron. Ever since he could remember, he'd had a little thing for cosplay. Or maybe a big thing. Actually, fetish may have been a better word. Either way, what guy wouldn't be staring if they were alone with rockstar-turned-chef Hoshina Utau? He was the luckiest guy in the world, if only he could tell her how he felt...

Her words quickly shattered his thought process. "Hey, at least get your apron on. Don't need you making a mess of yourself." With that, she tripped over her own feet, dropping the eggs on the floor and barely regaining her balance in time. Time seemed to slow down as she watched them hit the floor, the shells shattering and the contents splattering all over her clothes, the floor, and her apron. She bit her lip to keep from screaming when he broke out laughing.

He held the counter for support as he doubled over, barely aware of her glaring at him as she huffed in frustration. A moment passed before he could even speak between breaths. "Who's making the mess now?" he managed, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

He looked back up at her, eggs on her apron and hands on her hips. Looking at her face, though, he was caught off guard by a menacing scowl masking purple, teary eyes. Oh god, he wasn't making her cry, was he? He immediately straightened up, words of apology flying out of his mouth. "Shit, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know, are you okay? We can get you right upstairs, get you changed, j-just don't be sad! It'll be okay, I just..." His words trailed off when he saw the smirk slowly forming on her lips.

Now it was her turn to laugh. Instead, though, she just held her head high as she took his hand. A plan started to form in her head as she lead him out of the kitchen.

"You should've seen the look on your face."

As it turns out, Utau's walk-in closet wasn't so much of a "closet" as it was something straight out of a clothing store. Dozens of circular racks of clothing, dresses, and costumes were spread throughout the room. Mirrors covered the walls, making it look even bigger than it already was, and luxurious couches and end tables lined the perimeter.

"Wow," muttered a stunned Kukai, "it has everything but a fucking changing room..."

Utau smiled and squeezed his hand, pointing to her left with her free one. A flowing curtain hung over what appeared to be a large, well-lit changing room.

"Damn," he managed as she let go of him, strutting over to one of the clothing racks.

She flipped through the outfits like pages of a magazine, hardly giving them a glance. Honestly, she had more important things on her mind. She had it all figured out, but her heart was racing like crazy. Outfit after outfit flew by as she became lost in her own little world. She had everything a girl could ever ask for, but even so, something was missing in her heart.

"Hey," Kukai said from across the room, snapping her out of her trance, "isn't this your costume from your transformation with Iru?" He held it up from one of the racks. Sure enough, the shiny red costume was on the hanger, complete with the winged hair accessories and thigh-high boots. She smiled sheepishly and walked over, taking it from him and examining it.

"Yeah, Yukari got the idea that we should make copies to wear on stage for concerts. She called in some tailors and they recreated them from scratch. I think my Seraphic Charm and Dark Jewel costumes should be around here, too." She kept observing the costume, turning it around and fingering the seams while Kukai looked through the rest of the rack. These weren't just stage outfits; his eyes widened in surprise when he happened across a sexy nurse costume, a skimpy schoolgirl uniform, even a Playboy bunny suit. Whatever kind of shows these were for, he definitely wouldn't mind attending a few.

"Hey Utau, what are these for?" He flipped past a frilly waitress costume and a very butchered police-type outfit before turning to Utau. Or where Utau had been. "Utau?" He spun around and barely glanced the curtain to the changing room closing behind her. He smiled, walking over to it and leaning against the wall next to it, his arms crossed over his chest. As much as he'd love a private show from a gorgeous idol, he was always a gentleman in her presence and patiently made small talk while she changed. "We've been gone a while, hope we haven't missed anything good," he said, still looking around and taking in the ridiculous size of the room.

"Oh, I'm sure we're missing something," she replied from inside the changing room. She reached behind her back, pulling up the zipper before straightening her outfit.

"You don't suppose they're screwing like rabbits by now, do you?" he asked, drumming his fingers against his arm. The thought was a little taboo, but he wasn't sure he wanted to go back either way. He really liked having some alone time with her.

"Actually..." She opened the curtain, stepping out with one shiny red thigh-high boot in front of the other. The devilish dress stopped at her waist then opened into a bat wing-like skirt that stopped just above her thighs. Black demon wings adorned her wrists and the bases of her long, flowing ponytails, with another pair spreading from her very much revealed cleavage. "Amu has something that she needs to do." She walked in front of him, posing and flipping her hair the way only a model could before stepping towards him, closing the distance between them. "And so do I." With that, she leaned in, letting their lips meet gently. Much to her surprise, he eagerly returned the kiss, softly squeezing her lips with his.

She hesitantly pulled away, just far enough to still feel his breath, but not far enough to stop this feeling of having her breath taken away. His hands found her hips as she stopped resisting and gave in to another kiss. She felt his tongue slide along her lower lip, asking for permission which she gladly gave him. Their tongues explored each others mouths tentatively at first, slowly becoming more passionate as her hands wrapped themselves around him. He hugged her closer before pulling away again. "I've been waiting for so long for a reason to do that," he confessed.

She smiled, blushing hard. "So have I." She leaned in, stealing another kiss before breaking it off to continue. "I love you, Kukai. I know I say that a lot, but I mean it even more than you could possibly know."

He smiled understandingly as he took her hand, leading her to a nearby couch and sitting down, pulling her down to sit next to him. "I know," he said, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, "I feel the same way." He leaned in again, passionately kissing her as his other hand slid around to her front. "I love you, Utau," he barely got out, lost in the kiss.

Her hand found its way up his shirt, feeling his toned abs. His hand did some roaming of its own, slowly traveling up her stomach before veering off and sliding up her back. She grabbed his hand, never breaking this kiss, to move it back down to her chest. Didn't want him making the mistake of not picking up on subtle signals. He quickly took the hint, sliding into her top and giving it a firm squeeze. She moaned at the contact, desperate for more. And more he gave her; he kneaded and massaged it in his hand, rubbing her nipple with his thumb.

She reached up, pulling her top down and exposing her boobs. Instead of going for them immediately, he pulled her up so that she was now straddling him on the couch, letting him kiss her while he let his hands do all the work. It was slow and romantic, but at the same time desperately passionate, so different from the hookups she usually had. This was unique in an amazing way; there was something more, something bigger, in more ways than one. She could easily feel his painfully hard erection underneath her as he kneaded her boobs, stopping every once in a while to roll her nipples in his fingers.

She broke off the kiss just long enough to reach down between them, undoing the zipper separating them. Pushing down his pants and boxers just enough, she quickly found his tongue back in her mouth as she grabbed his dick, giving it fast, skillful strokes. He moaned in pleasure and relief, her name escaping from his mouth into hers. She kept pumping it, jerking him off masterfully, feeling him throb a little under her hand.

Soon enough, his hand found its way up her thigh, groping her ass while the other kneaded her boob. He reached around her, finding her hot, slippery wet opening and pushed a finger inside. No panties, he noticed; she must've been planning this all along. She gasped at the contact and slammed her hips against his hand. His finger pumped in and out of her as she moaned in pleasure, fucking his finger and feeling it stroke all of her walls. Her juices leaked out around his finger, soaking it as he slid in another. Her moans filled the air as he started slamming his fingers into her, slapping against her ass every time. His other hand raised a finger to her lips to silence her.

"Whoever cums first, loses."

Her lustful expression quickly turned to one of mischief as a smirk crossed her face. It seemed that even in love, they could have some fun with their competitive sides. She squeezed him tighter in her hand, pumping his dick with furious speed. He hammered her with his fingers, letting his other hand come between them to stroke her dripping wet clit. She was almost frozen with pleasure as she felt herself nearing the edge, moaning and crying out his name in ecstasy, but refused to give up when she saw the bead of precum forming at the head of his dick. When she saw it spill over, running down the head and spilling down onto the shaft, she couldn't help but feel herself get even wetter. He felt this, too; he rubbed her g-spot as hard as he could while he easily slid his fingers back and forth over her clit. She felt herself get dangerously close to the edge as her pussy started to tighten around him.

"F-Fuck, ah!" she cried as she frantically grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out of her. His other hand kept going, rubbing and stroking her wet clit as she pumped his dick in her hand. He smirked at the realization of how close he'd gotten her.

"Giving up already?" he teased, starting to flick her clit lightly with his fingers. The fact that he could feel himself twitching in her hand probably didn't help his smug act as he tried desperately not to explode.

"Don't be dumb, kid," she said, kissing him playfully, "I'm just getting started." She moved herself up on his body, positioning herself right over his erect pole, hot juices dripping onto his cock. She slowly lowered herself, letting the tip just barely touch her hot, wet pussy. She leaned in for another kiss as she started to push him inside, but was cut off by him grabbing her hips and holding them in place.

"A-Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, this is all just moving so fast and-" His words were cut off by another kiss. He felt the head rub against her entrance and scolded himself for denying this to his throbbing, aching dick.

She smiled and nodded. "I really do love you, Kukai," she said, pulling away and catching his gaze. Her hips slammed down, taking him all in at once with a big wet slapping noise. She felt him pulsing inside of her, desperately trying to hold in the hot, sticky cum that was just begging to shoot out as her walls squeezed him hard. He moaned loudly as he tried not to immediately release into the beautiful girl in the devil suit mounting him. "Which is why I can't let you win." She raised her ass up and slapped it down against Kukai's lap again and again, each time pushing his hard cock deep into her with a wet slap. She rode him like a pro, her boobs bouncing everywhere as she went up and down on top of him. He grabbed one in a desperate effort to hang on, his other on her ass, panicking as he shot out a little precum into her soft, tight pussy. He was so close, but he knew she just needed a little push and she'd be cumming all over him ridiculously hard.

A little light bulb went off in his head. His hand flew to her clit and started rubbing, slowly at first. She moaned loudly at the touch, her walls tightening around him. He felt this and doubled his speed, hammering her pussy with his huge dick while he rubbed her slickened button with his fingers. She kept moving her hips, on the verge of losing control but still holding on to the hope that she could make him cum first. Precum kept squirting into her, making it harder than ever not to cum all over him. She moaned loudly, her pussy aching for release, loving the feel of her lover's dick pounding into it mercilessly. "Oh, Kukai, keep going! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I wanna feel your hot cum fill me up! Fuck that pussy, fuck it harder! Harder!"

Her dirty talk nearly pushed him over the edge, but he still managed to hold it in, his throbbing cock desperately shooting out precum. His hand sped up, rubbing her clit as fast and hard as he could manage as his other grabbed her by the hip. He held it tightly, moving her body just slightly towards him so he could hit her favorite spot. He paused for just a moment, then hammered her g-spot mercilessly. "Fuck! Kukai, I'm gonna squirt! F-Fuck, I'm cumming!"

He never let up, not even when her walls squeezed him over and over again in release. Liquid shot out of her pussy as Kukai's hand rubbed her clit, making it spray everywhere. He looked down between them, watching her pussy contract around his throbbing dick which kept drilling into her g-spot, sending squirt after squirt of her cum everywhere as she screamed out in ecstasy. Just the sight made him cum instantly. His cock finally exploded out his first shot of hot, sticky cum, completely filling her up while she squirted her own load around it. He couldn't help but moan out her name loudly as the second spurt shot out of the tip of his dick, rushing into her before being forced out. Their cum poured out between them as they fucked each other like animals and created a sticky mess on the couch. He kept slamming into her, letting the last few shots of his cum gush out of his cock and into her contracting pussy.

His hips finally slowed down, letting his cock stay inside of her as she slumped down into his arms. He lifted up her chin and looked into her eyes, smiling. She smiled back sincerely. He pulled her into another passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in the afterglow. As they pulled away, he looked down shyly. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for an excuse to do that."

She smirked sarcastically. "Get in my pants, you mean?"

"Kiss you like that, baka," he said, squeezing her chest playfully.

She giggled, kissing him again. "Well, looks like you won this time," she noted, looking down at the wet mess between them. Her hips slid against his easily, swiveling around as she felt his softening dick inside her. "But I'm not going easy next time."

He smiled. "Next time? I suppose that means we're just getting started." His hand reached around and found the zipper on the back of her costume. "And since I won this round..." He pulled it down swiftly, exposing her back to the air.

"I get to do whatever I want with you."

Yay, I'm back~

But I've started school and whatnot, and also have to work. Boo...
That's okay, though. Looking back, there's a couple things I would've liked to change about this story. Maybe put the intro before the first Amuto lemon and definitely add more focus on Kukai's cosplay fetish (that's what I get for writing this like two paragraphs at a time), but overall I like how it turned out. Thinking about it, this is the first time I wrote about a non-Amuto pairing, which just seems kind of silly. XP

Anyway, which condom would you like to see Amu and Ikuto use next? Options are ultra thin, glow in the dark, and fire & ice lubed. Lemme know, whatever's most popular in the reviews goes next.

As always, thanks for reading. I love you guys like fucking crazy.

-Hachimisu