AN:

I added a cover.

The blonde girl is based on Makima's pic which I re-coloured myself. I don't own the pictures on the cover. Just thought it would show how I imagine Chisato look like. I'm an amateur when it comes to digital art.

Chapter 5: Fifth Shot - Contains smut!

Kurokawa Izana wasn't the first guy Matsuno Chisato's been with.

Sexually. Intimately. Lustfully.

She couldn't remember the face of the guy she gave her virginity to, that wasn't important. Such things weren't what mattered to her. It was everything else that carried some weight in her mind and heart. Being with Izana like this was dangerous to her, she knew that. And yet, she never managed to pull away. Or bring herself to stop it whenever things went a tad too far.

Chisato both hated and liked Izana, it was why she never let Mikey have his way with her. Always kept him at certain lengths, unless they got drunk. Drunk Chisato wasn't in charge of her actions, or that was her excuse.

Izana's fingers burned her body, sneaking around her body curves as his hand headed down and down. Her body was heated up, she could feel how everything else seemed to get less important and how right now only Izana mattered.

His finger entered the wet folds of her vagina, eliciting a moan from Chisato.

Her eyes closed, inadvertently giving herself to Kurokawa Izana as he thrust his finger in and out, making her weak in the knees. Her hands pulled his head closer, needing to taste his lips. A request, a desire, he gave her. He groaned, burying his lips on hers. Tongues clashed, seeking dominance which she gave him. Sex was the only time she allowed him to win, Izana thought, feeling her coming on his fingers.

Izana watched as her face flushed, one leg was wrapped around his waist while the other held her standing. The top of the rooftop wasn't an ideal place to have his way with her. But at least, here, she didn't play games with him. Not when he knew she needed more than companionship. She claimed to hate him, but Izana had long figured out it was just a farce.

Her fingers unhooked the belt on his pants, wordlessly letting him know she wanted more than a finger inside of her. He smirked, ignoring the way his insides screamed, and positioned himself to give her just that. He raised his hand, covered with her cum and licked it clean, taking in the way she watched him.

"Tastes good," he murmured, leaning close to her ear. His cock rested on top of her entrance, giving the girl one final chance to stop it.

"Izana," she pulled him down, gasping when he thrust inside her.

This ill-fated affair was going to be the death of her, Chisato thought when Izana started to pound into her and their lips crashed in a hungry need. His fingers massaged her nipples, and his lips would occasionally make their way to bite her breasts. Out of everyone, Kurokawa Izana had been the last person she ever imagined herself to be with like this.

To willingly allow him to touch her so intimately, not caring for the inevitable consequences that would come from this.

Sometimes, Chisato couldn't help but wonder which one of them was really the mastermind of manipulation. The game they were playing with each other was born out of curiosity. No words of attraction or affection were ever exchanged between the two. No matter how many times she's found herself in his bed, making her feels some sort of strange guilt whenever she was hanging out with Mikey and the others.

Her first crush had long diminished with Izana's presence. It was Mikey that kept her from going to Tenjiku, and the promise she'd given to Shinichiro. Her brother too, although he played a lesser role than one would've thought of someone claiming to have a brother complex.

Chisato was a woman with grey morals.

Tora and Baji had been her sanity holders, but now - Baji was gone to Valhalla and Tora? Tora should be getting out of juvie soon if he hadn't already. Things wouldn't stay the same as always but one couldn't help but hope for it.

Sooner or later, Chisato would need to make a choice.

"You feel so good," Izana mumbled, leaving kisses over her body as he kept thrusting. Sex was the only time he let go, where both of them were just themselves and allowed each other to simply be themselves.

He was just Kurokawa Izana and she was simply Matsuno Chisato.

"More," she gasped, feeling the edge of sweet release coming closer and closer.

Chisato wasn't a fool to imagine different what-if scenarios, even if her brain did try to do exactly that. But was it so wrong to desire a place where there would be no secret meetings, where things could be out in the open and known to everyone? A much simpler time. Where Izana didn't hate Mikey and planned his destruction? Where there was no Hanma and no Kisaki?

She swallowed the lump in her throat, crushing her lips against Izana's with a wordless demand. Her emotions were haywire, flooding everywhere but where she needed them to be - treading on a dangerous path that would likely drown her if Chisato wasn't careful.

"More, Izana," the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

His hand went to her neck, pulling her chin up before he devoured her lips, while the other grasped tighter around her butt. The sounds of flesh pounding against each other filled the air, along with moans and groans from the ill-fated pair. He wouldn't label them as lovers.

No.

Doing that would mean opening too many doors that he wasn't willing to do, and the same went for the girl. Just sex, those were the words she'd said after one of their moments together. We're not lovers or a couple, just a pair of teenagers having sex. He remembered chuckling at her, letting her play with his Hanafuda earrings before nodding in agreement.

That's exactly what they were.

No questions asked.

Merely controlled by their indescribable need for each other.

He came with a groan, biting her neck as he felt her cumming as well. For a few minutes, neither of them said anything. His lips were still biting her neck, if a mark happened to appear she could easily cover it up with her hair. Her fingers were tangled in his silver hair, attempting to steady her breath.

No words of affection were shared.

And he wondered, not for the first time, what would her decision be if his plans went into action. How much longer could they continue this illicit affair behind everyone's backs? He was certain that not even Kakucho knew about it. Or if he did, he kept silent. Never asked a single question about it.

When they parted their ways, with Izana watching Chisato joining the crowd on the street, he dared to think of something more. Chisato didn't glance up, her mind was boggled with various scenes and possibilities.

Her hand ran through her blonde hair, and her green eyes flickered with concern when she finally clicked the answer button on Chifuyu's call. Her brother's voice blasted loudly, demanding to know where his nee-chan had disappeared and if she was in trouble.

She wouldn't tell him, but she was in trouble.