A/N: I want to start out by apologizing to you guys, for not having updated this for quite some time. I get that it's annoying, alright? Bleh. Anyway, I could blame Tora and say he's been torturing me, but sadly that is not true. I am soooo sore and soooo tired, though not from that. I'm not even going to explain the real reasons, because it would take too damn long and you guys want to read the long-awaited extra, right?

So right now, you can read and I'm gonna sit back in bed, relax with some stress relief herbal tea (I'm down to my last bag of it, unfortunately) and listen to Philip Wesley because the way he plays piano soothes my aching soul.

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-Extras-

Makeup Sex

Contrary to popular belief, the young Igarashis were not always so... poised. At least not when they absolutely had to be.

Just goes to show what a little bit of liquor at a party could do to people. Also, they really did need a break from all the tension their recent arguing had brought on...

"Beat me in a race to our bedroom and maybe then I'll think about following through with your part of the bet!" Akari leaped from the car before it was even parked.

"That's not what the deal was, Akari." Tora stepped out as well and stalked after her, wondering how she didn't have jell-o legs after what he'd just finished doing to her in the car.

"Too bad, baka tiger. Now... Catch me if you caaaan!" She laughed as she skidded out of his reach, swaying her hips temptingly at him for a moment as a distraction before turning and bolting up the driveway.

"Oi," He growled. "GET BACK HERE!" He took off in a sprint after her, the lopsided, cartoon hat on his head falling off and getting left behind on the ground.

"NEVER!"

She entered the house first, jerking one of the front doors open and startling a few servants as she went. She ran on ahead of her husband, pulling off her heels and throwing them to him behind her before she began to ascend the large spiral staircase in the foyer. The sexually deprived young man followed after her in hot pursuit, another growl parting his lips, completely ignoring the way his house staff greeted him when he crossed the threshold.

The lavender fabric of Akari's dress disappeared around a corner once she reached the top of the stairs, and it was quickly followed by the dark grey color of Tora's suit and the flashing gold of his ruffled hair as he tried to catch up with her.

Tora narrowly dodged a maid after rounding the corner, nearly sending both her, him, and the pile of laundry she was carrying, flying over the floor. He didn't even spare a glance back, golden eyes zeroed in on his wife's running figure. Taunting him, like a deer, an innocent doe that bounded just out of reach every time he got near. He felt a sudden wave of primal instinct wash over him, the thrill of the hunt, and his low growl turned into an audible snarl as he lengthened his stride. She turned another corner, he turned that way as well.

He smirked, suddenly enjoying this, and called out to her making an amused observation. "You're continuing to make turns because you think it's the only way to avoid me."

"Well I'm not stupid, if I only ran straight ahead you'd be on me in a heartbeat!" She called back, making a mad sprint for the end of the hall.

"Clever prey." He mused to himself. "But I'm still going to catch you."

Grinning like something dangerous and wild, Tora took on a burst of speed and was now only a step behind her. Akari looked back and shrieked, suddenly veering off to the left. He cursed, swiveling and following her that way.

"The question you should be asking yourself is not if you can catch me, but if you can catch me before I reach our room." She reminded him, and he glared at the coquettish smile she tossed him over her shoulder.

"You are in for a world of trouble when I get my hands on you, dear."

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling!"

He was smirking again at her words, and reached out a hand to grab her, quickly closing up the distance between them –

One of her feet suddenly tripped up on the carpet, sending her flying towards the floor. Akari's yelp and Tora's own grunt echoed loudly throughout the whole second floor as he suddenly collided with her, unable to stop himself from tripping over her due to his momentum.

Tora had reached out his arms instinctively when he fell, causing him to flip over his wife's fallen body and collapse behind her, their heads bonking together as he landed. There the two laid for a quiet moment, sprawled across the floor with the breath knocked out of them, bodies bruised and heads throbbing.

And then...

"Ahah, hahahaha!" Akari finally got a breath in, and when she let it out it turned into a collection of heady laughter.

"Pffft..." Tora joined in after a moment, snickering in his own way.

A few servants passed by, immediately retreating with either small smiles on their faces, or a look of bafflement, when they saw the rather odd display of husband and wife lying on their backs, in their formal wear, laughing for seemingly no clear reason.

Akari was the first to move, rolling over and crawling up his chest that was still heaving with silent bouts of laughter. She smiled down at him, leveling their gazes and bonking his nose with her own. "I'm sorry for teasing you, and for everything else."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You're finally not mad at me anymore for... how I reacted to your fake pregnancy?"

She sighed, moving to rest her head against his chest. His heartbeat pounded in her ears, slowing with each steady breath he took in. "I may have overreacted. I don't like to argue with you, and... you were sort of right. I thought it over. We really aren't ready for that kind of responsibility yet."

Tora ran a hand up her back, his fingers itching to unzip her dress, though he knew right this second wasn't the ideal time to do so. "I wouldn't mind the responsibility if I got to see a little version of you running around."

"Your tone makes that sound like more of a supposition than a clear answer."

He was silent, seeming to be reconsidering it. A tiny version of the stubborn, rebellious, frustrating woman currently lying on top of him right now... maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all. Sounded more like asking for trouble, actually. But then again, a tiny version of him would also be asking for trouble.

Akari sighed. "It's alright, Tora. If you're not ready to be a father yet, then I can wait until you are."

"Don't misunderstand. I truly would like to have two of you..."

She smacked him. "Trust you to make that sound nothing but suggestive."

He was laughing again, which quickly turned into a sigh. "In all seriousness though, I'm afraid to have a daughter. If she's the product of someone as handsome as me and as stunning as you, then we'll have suitors lining up for her in no time."

"That's strange. I never thought of you as the protective fatherly type." Akari mused aloud.

"I am protective of anything that's mine." He held her to him tighter for emphasis. "You should know that by now."

"And what if we have a son?"

"I'm sure that I'll be torn between my protectiveness over him, and my jealousy over another male taking up all of your time."

"It's sad that that's the honest truth." She rolled her eyes, an action he sensed more than saw.

"I am offended," He said in a mock way. "it's a real psychological thing, not limited to myself. Many parents can become jealous of their children, and also, many children can become jealous of their parents. Or rather, one parent in particular."

"If that is so, and if we have a son that is anything like you, then I imagine that everything will quickly become a competition between the two of you."

"Most likely."

The two started chuckling again, amused at the conclusions they were drawing about their future together.

After a few more minutes of just lying there together, with Akari using him as her pillow and dozing off to the sound of his heartbeat in her ear, Tora decided he was not going to wait any longer for what he'd been looking forward to since they'd made the bet the other day. All peaceful cuddling and talk of children aside, he wanted something from her, and he was ready to take it.

Carefully, he sat up, collecting his wife into his arms as he stood. She startled at the movement, waking up immediately and staring up at him as he took her in the direction of their bedroom.

He glanced down at her, a twinkle in his eyes and a salacious curve to his lips.

"Now that that's all settled, and we're done being upset with each other... it's about time you returned the favor I did you in the car on the way here."

Akari walked out of the bathroom, having told Tora that he could at least be a little more patient and wait while she used the toilet.

Her eyes went comically wide when she passed through the door, and the thoughts she'd been having about him being a troublesome, impatient, perverted fool flew from her mind in an instant when her eyes landed on him.

Dear god, give her strength...

He had stripped himself of his suit, tie, and shirt already. Shoes and socks were forgotten earlier at the door. The planes of his chest were as glorious as ever, his abdomen briefly catching her attention with its tight muscles and golden skin tone... but what really caught her attention was the way he was standing there, waiting for her, with his pants tugged low enough to show a tempting trail of hair starting directly below his navel and disappearing underneath the belt on his pants, which he was currently making a big show of unbuckling. The languid movements of limber fingers caught her attention, before her eyes drifted up at the sound he produced when he saw her – something between a growl and a purr – and she saw that his own eyes were dark, molten, and sinful.

She gulped. In that moment, to her, he looked like a god. A god of wanting, of lust, and sexual rapture. Was there ever a male version of Aphrodite? If there was, he was obviously it. She felt her knees beginning to buckle.

His belt was now being pulled through the loops of his pants... slowly. Akari's eyes lowered to watch his hands, his fingers, the way his hips shifted ever so slightly... and Tora emitted that same sound again from before as he watched her gaze fill with desire while he did nothing more than stand there and casually strip.

Her mouth went dry when he eased down his zipper and allowed the fabric to glide down his legs, before he stepped out of them and threw his pants in a random corner. He then walked towards her, smirking at how her eyes followed the movement of his hips and the rippling of his muscles underneath smooth, buttery skin.

Unintentionally, she moaned when he did nothing more than grasp each of her arms and pull her close to him. The sound shot currents of lust into his system faster than any drug, and he turned her around and moved his hips against her backside, gladly grinding his half-hard length against her, working both of them up into a frenzy.

Akari's mind went blank as he mouthed her neck, and she easily allowed him to unzip her dress from behind without complaint. Another hand was stationed in her hair, tangled in the wavy locks, gripping them so that he could move her head to whichever way he liked and give his mouth more access to her bare neck. His hips moved in a steady rhythm behind her, easing into a slow grind that she joined in, rolling her hips along with him in a dance of sorts. His teeth scraped against her nape, and with a quick tug her dress fell to the ground. She shivered at the chill the air brought to her bare skin, and mewled when Tora pushed her forward into the wall and his hips gave an especially hard jerk against her.

"I forgot that you're wearing that thong I like," Came his raspy explanation for suddenly becoming so rough with her. "the one that's nothing but lace."

She couldn't even form a response, the blasts of his hot breath caressing the back of her ear and the erection grinding against her rear being too much of a distraction.

Tora made a displeased sound at her silence, wanting to hear her moaning his name like a mantra. He gave an especially harsh tug to her hair, causing her to cry out in distress right before his mouth latched onto her throat and caused her to mewl in a much different kind of distress. The distinction between the two sounds pleased him greatly, letting him know that he could make her feel pain and pleasure and everything in between.

"Moan for me, Akari."

She couldn't help but to obey that command. Pleas fell from her lips in half-broken whimpers, and as a reward, he bit down and sucked on a certain spot along her throat that he had come to know as one of her many erogenous zones.

She moaned in a begging tone of voice, this time sounding much needier than just seconds before. For some odd reason, maybe because of all the fighting they'd been doing lately, it felt like they hadn't done this in ages.

He flipped her around then, stopping all movements, including the thrusting of his hips. Staring down at her with gold eyes, darkened by lust, he heard her gasp out his name and that alone was enough to send jolting shivers up and down his spine. Leaning forward, he said the only thing his foggy mind was able to come up with, "Touch me."

He was relieved to find that he did not need to tell her twice.

Akari was on her knees in the next moment, finally giving in to gravity, giving in to him. Her small hands trailed down his heated skin, over the bump of each ab, down to scrap her nails for a split-second through the faint, golden patch of hair, before her fingers finally hooked into the band of his underwear. With haste, since she was too aroused to strip her husband as slowly as he had stripped himself, she yanked the black fabric down, past the jutting hip bones, past his strong thighs, down, down along his long, endless, sinewy legs until the cotton pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them and Akari threw them across the room as if the scrap of cloth had offended her in some way, and then she shoved him, pushing him back until he lazily collapsed into a recliner nearby.

Then she turned her attention to his length, now in full view, straining towards her only centimeters away from her lips.

As always when they did this, she began by using her tongue to tease him. She pressed it lightly against the sensitive head, a move that got him to shiver and purr and grab fistfuls of her hair with both hands. His reactions spurred her on, filled her with the want to do more, to hear more, to please him the same way he had pleased her earlier. Confidently, she pressed the tip of her tongue just along the bottom of his cock, giving it a smooth, languid lick all the way up, and smiled when the action succeeded in tearing a grunt from where it'd been trying to stay caught in his throat.

She pulled away and stuck her tongue back in her mouth for a moment, and he roughly dragged her head forward again, surprising her and making her cheek graze along the side of him. When she tried to pull back again and he growled out a warning, she sighed and opened her mouth, taking only a few inches of him inside, and sucking lightly while gently grazing her teeth along the solid flesh.

"We don't do this often enough," He murmured, the sound of his voice low and practically a groan. He couldn't stop groaning, it seemed, no matter what he did to hold the sounds in. And she hadn't really done anything at all yet!

Akari smirked, taking him in deeper only to let out a hum that could be taken as agreement. The sound vibrated wonderfully and Tora yanked on her hair, forcing her to too soon take him to the back of her throat. She gagged, quickly placing both hands on his thighs and pushing him away, pulling her mouth back again and swirling her tongue around the head once more. Tora growled in delighted frustration, enjoying every moment of her attention, wanting nothing more than to rut into the back of her mouth with wild abandon.

She looked up to watch him, and felt pride rush through her at the sight of his slackened jaw and his complete inability to keep his eyes open. "Tora," The lack of contact as she pulled away to speak, along with her soft, sweet voice, was enough to make him open his eyes the slightest bit. "Look at me."

He chuckled and denied her request, choosing to close his eyes again. "If I do, I doubt I'll last for long, seeing you in such a position... Mmh."

"But I want you to look at me." He felt her nuzzling against his groin and shut his eyes all the more tightly. "I want you to watch me pleasure you."

He let out a hiss and his hips bucked forward without his consent when he heard this woman, this temptress, speak those words. Pretty soon, she was moving her mouth over him again, hands holding his hips back so that she could take more of him in, head rocking back and forth, from the point where her nose touched his patch of hair and clear back to the tip. When she raised herself up just enough to get at a better angle in order to get every inch of him inside her mouth, he bit his lip, a rumbling growl echoing deep inside his chest. Despite it being uncomfortable, Akari ignored her gag reflex and, due to the higher angle she was at, pushed down until he brushed past the very back of her throat. Sparing another glance up at him, she swallowed.

Blunt nails scraped against her skull and Tora was quick to pull her off of him, mumbling incoherently, panting, with quivering thighs and a creased brow that showed he almost ejaculated prematurely. That wasn't something he was used to at all.

"Tora..."

Granting her wish, he shifted his eyes downward, taking in the sight of his wife kneeling there, face inches away from his throbbing manhood, auburn hair tousled in his hands and wide, sparkling silver eyes gazing up at him in part amusement, part adoration, part burning need. His cock twitched at the sight, and his eyes became hooded with his desire for her.

Akari, pleased to see that he was watching her now, placed a hand around the base of his shaft and leaned her head forward for more. She wanted to pull more groans from him, and drag his release out of him in a torturous way, and make him weak with arousal. It was nice to occasionally have the upper hand in the bedroom. She hardly ever got to be in charge, she didn't even feel in charge when she rode him. And when he started to helplessly buck into her mouth, unable to stay still anymore, and when he moaned and groaned and simply fell apart due to her ministrations like this, it turned her on more than anything else ever could. Knowing that he was in such a state because of her, aroused her to no end.

Still teasing, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, from where her hand gripped him and back to the tip. There, she licked the underside, along a vein that throbbed in time to his rapid heartbeat. The action sent Tora into a full-body shiver, his eyes closing tightly again and his mouth parting as he eased his head back to let out a throaty groan that could almost be mistaken for the howl of a wild beast. Surely the servants in the household would be concerned from hearing such a sound. Akari had a feeling that her name was etched in there somewhere, or at least he was trying to get her name out, so she paused to regard him with a smile on her face and icy-blue eyes that sparked with mischief.

"What do you want?" She purred, mimicking the tone he always used with her when the roles were reversed.

His eyes shot open instantly and he threw his head forward again, in order to fixate her with a glare. It was softened by how turned on he was, but was still a cold, unrelenting glare from an Igarashi, nonetheless. He even bared his teeth at her, canines glinting with malicious intent.

"You know," His voice sounded raw and unsteady. "Damn well what I want."

She placed a finger to his leaking tip, and lightly tapped it. Her fingertip came away with pre-cum on it. "Not sure what you mean." She licked the sticky fluid away in order to further frustrate him.

Using the firm grip he had in her hair, he harshly pulled her head back and leaned down to have his glare penetrate enough to make her shiver with chills. "If you don't finish what you started, I'm going to fuck you so hard in the mouth I'll bruise the back of your throat." He gained his haughty smirk back the moment he saw fear and anticipation enter her gaze. "You know I don't have much patience for these things."

Akari couldn't help her sarcastic retort. "Actually, you seem to have too much patience when the roles are switched."

"Yes, but you like it when I take things excruciatingly slow." He released his hold on her and placed both hands on the armrests of the chair he was in, gripping them instead so that he would no longer risk pulling out her hair. "Now make me come."

She couldn't help but moan at those words. She loved it when he was bold like that. "How is it that you are so sexy?"

His lips curled back in a sneer, but amusement had briefly flashed behind his eyes. "How is it that you are taking so damn long with completing your part of the bet?"

Akari cocked an eyebrow. "Would you like me to take even longer?" Her tone said that she was more than willing to do so. She was threatening him? Hah. How dare she. She knew better than to do that when he was in such a state.

Quicker than one could see, Tora's hand reached out and yanked her up by the hair again, leaning over her and growling at the pain displayed on her face. His hot breaths caressed her skin, blanketing it with warmth and causing her to squirm and try to get away. She was equal parts turned on by his aggression, and angry that he wasn't holding back at all, no matter how painful it may be for her. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, he smoothly cut in.

"When I release you, you are going to put that tempting mouth of yours to far better use than talking back to me." His voice was husky, his words biting into her like a vicious poison. "And when we're finished with that, I'm going to throw you onto this chair and fuck you so hard that your already bruised throat will be raw and sore from the way you'll be screaming my name."

She blinked at him with glazed eyes, momentarily incoherent... until one of his hands found the front of her soaked panties and rubbed against her. Her eyes fluttered and she tried to throw her head back, unable to due to his hand still holding her up by her hair. When Tora pulled his fingers away, they were damp with her obvious arousal. He inhaled deeply and purred in the back of his throat. "You're already ready for me..." He stated, pleased by the fact.

Akari let out a shaky moan, collapsing against his legs when he decided to release her.

"Now finish," He demanded. "What you started."

Reaching one hand up to stroke him, and another one around to rub the back of her skull, Akari grit her teeth. "God, Tora... ahhn..." She moaned at the pain. He owed her a scalp massage when the night was over.

The maddening blonde in question leaned back, gripping the armrests again and closing his eyes as her hand sped up on his length, easily sliding up and down due to how much pre-cum he was leaking. "Shut up and do as I say alread –"

He choked on his own words when the temptress at his side suddenly shot forward, took him fully into her mouth, and sucked hard enough to make him convulse in one long, continuing shudder.

"Nnngh, ahhh!" He grunted, panted, even began to moan a steady string of curses as she relentlessly began to bob back and forth, jerking her hand around the base of him and licking all around what she could take into her mouth. Now this, this was a much better pace as opposed to before. Shit... honestly...

His moans increased in volume when she swept her tongue over the tip again, pulling back to tease it and nibble at it before ducking back down and repeating her previous actions. Again, he shuddered, hips twitching with the need to buck as hard as he wanted into her warm, wet, talented mouth. Damn her for being so fucking good at this when she put her mind to it! He could barely hold himself back.

She continued the process of taking him in, sucking back and forth with the bobbing motion of her head for a few moments, and then pulling back off of him in order to do as she pleased to the sensitive slit. Tora snarled above her, chest heaving, sweat collecting on his brow and abdomen and both his eyes and teeth clenched at the sheer pleasure he was feeling. His eyes rolled into the back of his head every time she sucked, his fingers were buried so deeply into the fabric of the chair that it was tearing, and his nostrils flared with every breath he tried to take. His groan was an agonized one, filled with frustration, when she giggled (the sound of it far too maidenly and innocent to be able to fit in with what she was currently doing to him) and pulled back yet again to give the top of his swelled manhood a quick peck. After that, her tongue was gliding along the underside of his cock where the thick vein was throbbing, and she twisted and jerked her hand up at the same time she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked with as much force as she could muster. All the while, her tongue was sweeping this way and that in the most sinful ways imaginable.

Tora came with jolt, hips shoving forward as the sudden rush took over all of his senses. A constellation of stars burst behind his eyelids like fireworks, and he muttered unintelligible things and groaned Akari's name, long and loud, as he filled her mouth up to the brim. Every time he jolted forward, she allowed him to brush against the back of her throat, which took the pleasure of his release to a whole new level. He grit his teeth, his head thrashed back and forth for as long as it took him to blow his load, and then he was still. Left over tremors made him quiver, his skin tingled, and he felt utterly exhausted, panting with eyes closed in disbelief at how completely wonderful that sensation was.

"From the looks of it," Before she spoke he heard her swallow, and that thought alone made him moan lowly. "I'd say you thoroughly enjoyed that."

"I stand... by my earlier statement..." He tried to even out his breathing, opening his eyes and reaching out to wipe some of his seed off of her chin with his thumb. "We really need to do this more often."

Akari sighed and leaned into his touch, as his fingers trailed up to stroke her hair lovingly. "I just don't like flirting with my gag reflex so much."

"But you'd do it for me." He smirked. "I know you would, because I know you love making me come like that."

Her blush was instantaneous, and she averted her gaze. "That's... that is..."

"True." He let a laugh roll out from between his lips. Seeing her become shy like that never ceased to amuse him. They'd been together for a pretty long time now, and she was still not completely willing to admit to all her dirty little secrets. He loved to tease her about it, almost as much as she loved to drive him mad. "Come here." His voice was a purr, soft and saccharine.

Only a little reluctantly, Akari stood and allowed him to pull her onto his lap. Even though he had just released, his cock was already half-hard again, and he eagerly pressed it against her core. She gasped, directly in his ear, and he laved his tongue along the long line of her neck, kissed it, and hummed against her flushed skin.

"Ready to enjoy this now?" He emphasized the word 'this' but rutting up against her a second time.

Akari scraped her nails along his shoulders, lying complacently against his naked body. "I know you love the lace, Tora, but I wouldn't mind at all if you tore it off of me this instant."

His chuckled darkly against her throat, one hand coming down so that he could trace the edge of her panties with a finger. "Now there's an idea..."

"Tora, please." She moaned, at her limit the moment he started sucking and biting along her skin again.

He sighed, hoping to have dragged it out for longer than this. But then she had to go and moan his name like that, and say it like she was begging him.

He flipped their positions, slamming her back into the recliner and sliding his hot, now fully hard length teasingly along her inner thighs, and then her dripping wet folds. He growled when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a passionate kiss, and gradually eased himself inside of her.

The following morning, Tora was being forced to massage every inch of his wife's body. (Not that he was complaining)

"If I had known that I'd be this sore the morning after, I might not have done what we did last night..." She groaned as his large hands and nimble fingers worked out the burning ache in her thighs.

Her husband grinned down at her, not feeling even a smidgen of regret. "And if I had known that makeup sex would be that amazing, I would have long before now made the effort to get into fights with you more often."

"Fuck you." She mumbled, burying her face in a pillow.

Tora's bright laughter rang throughout the room. "I'd gladly let you, as soon as you're able to take it again."

A/N:The next chapter will be more on the cute side, in order to balance out all the steamy scenes I've been writing in heheh ^/^

What Tora was talking about, the Oedipus complex: is when a boy is fixated on his mother and competes with his father for maternal attention.

I'm not sure what it is called if the father is jealous of the son.

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