A Cup of Lust, Beauty and Affairs
Summary:Taichi, a photographer and artist fascinated by the beauty of the world, becomes captivated by the beauty of a customer at his parent's coffee shop. Innocent desires soon blaze into an unforgettable, insatiable affair. (Taito)
D-Angel: Hey all, Happy New Year! Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas break and enjoyed all the festivities. Here's a bit of a belated Christmas present from myself; another steamy chapter to warm your cockles ;)
Before I begin, I shall do my usual responding to those who have reviewed since Chapter 8;
Shadowdolls - Don't worry, plenty of Yamato in this chapter, you'll see! I understand your frustration about Yamato and Taichi not just being able to just forget about their woes and skip into the sunset together...but what's a story without conflict? Takumi's going to be quite a key character as well, so stay tuned ;)
Krad - Thanks! I hope you find this chapter just as fabulous, Kraddy.
Caliboy - Hey Cali, thanks for the review. Yeah Jimmy Eat World are amazing, I'd love to see them live again. I'm quite enjoying being 23 as well, hehe. With Takumi, I was considering having Taichi sleep with him, but I kind of preferred the idea of Tai being in control of that situation, and to deny Takumi, a sexy celebrity, probably takes quite a bit of resistance. If such a scenario was to occur again though, I wonder if both characters would act differently? ;)
Oh, and also, I promise I will take the time to read your stories and will give you some feedback. And if I don't, you have permission to hunt me down and force me at spork-point to read them!
Angelfish369 - Thanks for the birthday wishes Angel. Takumi's actually a fun character to write about, and develop in my mind whilst I'm walking to and from work. I realise there's not much to go by on him at the moment, but more will be revealed...
I also like the idea of Taichi remaining faithful to Yamato as well, although they're not a committed couple; suggests that things are really starting to develop between them, somewhat unknowingly.
As for the bedroom scene at the end, well, I couldn't resist a little bit of naughtiness!
AlwaysquietAnon - I'm glad you're enjoying the ride. I'll try and make the updates more regular by brainstorming / writing during my lunch break at work ;)
Dark Sorcerer of Fire - Aw, I'm honoured that I was your first read; means a lot to me that people out there enjoy my stories. I'll be sure to give your story a read and will give you some feedback as you have done for me! I do love a good angsty/romantic Yama x Tai fic!
Right, everyone, read on and enjoy!
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Chapter 9 –Intoxicating Secrets
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'Sing out, sing out, the silence only eats us from the inside up'
"I hate you." Mimi folded her arms across her chest and gave me one of her renowned top five pouts. I rolled my eyes and handed her a cup of rosemary and green tea before joining her on my sofa. It was a particularly freezing day outside, so Mimi had invited herself round to my apartment to leech off my heating (oh she had and could afford her own, she just hated being charged for it) and to obviously catch up on gossip.
"You didn't even get me his autograph!" She continued to whine between delicately blowing on her piping hot drink in a futile attempt to cool it down before taking the crucial first sip.
"It's not professional to ask a client for their autograph," I reminded for the umpteenth time whilst stretching across to the coffee table to retrieve my own cup of tea. Once again, Mimi pursed and puffed out her lips.
"Oh right, but kissing him is professional?"
"He kissed me!" I protested, my grip tightening around the handle of my drink. Mimi huffed flicking head to the side, banishing away the stray strands of hair which were obscuring her vision (she had a haircut booked in for that very afternoon).
"You let him kiss you, it's all the same," she sighed, "besides, what about Yamato?"
I shivered at the mention of Yamato's name and quickly swallowed another mouthful of my drink.
"Are you just going to forget about him and go after Takumi instead?" Mimi continued to press, like an assertive detective who were convinced they had found the murderer, and had the whole case solved and neatly wrapped up into a flawless package.
"No," I said, a little too hasty perhaps; Mimi even flinched at my abruptness. My face softened; frowning was putting too much of a strain on my facial muscles, and it never really been my style. "I mean, I haven't even heard from Takumi, or anyone else, since the photo shoot."
Fortunately I'd been paid for my efforts, as well as for the photographs they used, but Isamu sadly explained to me that they hadn't offered me any other work.
"Give it time, remember that they are still busy organising and rehearsing for their world tour," Mimi managed to rationalise. An irritated groan escaped from my throat as she patronisingly squeezed my leg. Waiting was something I was terrible at having never been the patient sort. I couldn't stop thinking that I should have just slept with Takumi; maybe then I wouldn't have been living in a jobless limbo.
"Anyway, guess who has a date tomorrow night?"
I tapped my fingernails across the rim of my cup of tea and shrugged my shoulders.
"Me, obviously!" Mimi announced, as if I hadn't known it was her in the first place. Still, I decided to play along to take my mind of other matters.
"Oh right, and who's the lucky..."
A sharp buzzing emitting from the intercom by the front door rudely interrupted our conversation. Placing my drink carefully onto an old magazine resting on the coffee table, I hopped to my feet and apologised to Mimi as I shuffled over to the intercom to find out who my visitor was.
"Hello Yagami residence," I breathed into the speaker.
"Tai, it's Yamato, can you let me in?"
Instantly my stomach felt like it was in knots; I moved my finger away from the intercom button and peered over my shoulder to look to Mimi for moral support.
"Oh!" Mimi clasped her hands together, "do it!"
Sighing, I pressed the 'access granted' button, then kept the door on latch before I daringly left Mimi alone in my flat.
As I hopped down the last couple of flights of steps, I suspected Yamato was probably pissed off with me. There was no denying that I'd been avoiding him over the past couple of weeks; I'd even stopped popping into the coffee shop before 9am, and around any other time I suspected Yamato could turn up there. As for ignoring his texts and phone calls, I was guilty as charged.
Despite knowing Yamato would be rightfully frustrated with me, I hurried into the lobby where he was stood waiting, with one arm against his torso. I stopped walking as he approached me in silence. Placing his hand on my chest, I allowed him to push me up against one of the walls roughly. My body tensed up immediately and I balled my hands into fists, prepared to fight back; but then he lent into me and his lips melted with mine.
The kiss was soft but fierce; the kind that was somehow dangerously delicious and would certainly lead onto more. My breathing was heavy as he suddenly pulled away. I tightened my grip on his winter coat as he studied every inch of my face, as if searching for an answer to a question I was unaware of.
Turning my head away moments later, I slipped my hand into his own and led him upstairs in stone cold silence.
Mimi was already slipping on her coat by the time Yamato and I had walked through the front door.
"Sweetie, I have to dash, I'll miss my hair appointment. Hope you two have a fabulous afternoon!"
Mimi brushed past us; a smile lingering on her face as she left my apartment. Quickly whipping off his coat, Yamato turned his head to the side and gazed at me with his lips slightly parted and a lustful glimmer manifesting in his eyes. Having not seeing him in what felt like months, falling straight into bed with him only seemed inevitable.
As Yamato took charge, pinning me down against the mattress and planting a flurry of kisses along my neck, I was desperate to drag my nails across his skin, but instead I clasped the bedsheets with one hand and held onto his hair with the other as we let go of all our inhibitions.
During the aftermath, when Yamato was on his back stretched out across the bed, his cheeks flushing a rosy red against his pale complexion; he looked so appealing. Somehow I held back my desires. Curling up next to him, I ran my fingers through his golden locks and bathed in the usual guilty afterglow.
"I haven't seen you at the coffee shop in a while. I figured you might be trying to avoid me."
Although Yamato's voice was dry I could still trace the disappointment in his words. In reflection my behaviour had been somewhat irrational and childlike, so it was no wonder why he appeared to be so disheartened.
"I thought it'd be for the best," I responded softly.
"Because that's obviously what we both want?"
The down-turned corners of his lips, the pain lingering within his eyes; it was obvious this had been torture for him as well. Placing my hand on his I winced as my skin made contact with the coldness of his engagement ring. He had already jeopardised so much; every visit he made to come see was another lie he had to tell Sora.
"Are you hungry?" Yamato asked, rolling his body onto his side so his back was facing me. I was about to suggest we went out somewhere for food, until Yamato made an interesting proposal;
"I'll cook."
After showing Yamato around my kitchen, I slouched down onto the sofa and checked my emails on my laptop, without receiving a lot of joy, besides an email from my sister suggesting we should meet up. It had been a few weeks since I'd seen her, and since she studied at Tokyo University meeting up with her had never been a trial.
I glanced over towards the kitchen doorway as something dawned on me. Yamato had spoken little about his family, despite I had told him quite a bit about my own, and I'd never heard him sing or play his guitar, that was a fact that even Takumi had found amusing.
Yamato was clearly a very secretive person; yet, dangerously, it was that element of his persona which enticed me the most.
Tracing my fingertips across my brow,I wished I didn't always act upon impulse around him, like an overexcited puppy. I knew so little about the guy, yet I was more than happy for him to sleep with me and make me food. If it wasn't for the situation, I would have quite arguably had it made.
I learnt that night that Yamato was a talented cook. Using the limited ingredients lurking in my kitchen he had made some sort of beef nikujaga, drizzled with a mildly spicy sauce. But when I mentioned how great the food was;
"I learnt from Sora," he awkwardly admitted, quick to shrug off the praise.
Once we had finished eating we laughed and conversed over a few glasses of wine just like we used to, although something still felt amiss. I only briefly spoke about the Vertical Illusion photo shoot, but I didn't mention anything about the interesting drinking session with Takumi that had followed; somehow I just didn't think it would be appropriate whilst Yamato was tracing his hand against my thigh.
When I had finished my second glass of wine I figured it would be best to just change the subject. Yamato's hand continued to stray and the conversation grew somewhat sexual. It wasn't long before we drifted back into the bedroom, and our moans were drowning out the rhythmic creaking of my bedsprings.
Surprised I was even able to outdo my teenage self, I finally succumbed to tiredness as Yamato rested his sweaty forehead against my chest. A heavy yawn escaped from my mouth. I carefully shifted over to my side of the bed and instinctively nudged my hand against the button of my alarm clock. When the display dauntingly flashed 04:25 I suddenly became wide awake.
"Yamato, it's almost 4.30!"
An inquisitive purr vibrated from the depths of his throat. As he gradually sat up, I waited for a look of horror to appear on his face as his eyes fixed themselves on the time illuminating from the clock's display. He'd never left my apartment any later than quarter past four before...
My heart slammed straight against my ribcage when Yamato threw his body on top of me, legs straddling my hips, the warmth of his skin pressed firmly against mine. I felt light-headed as he leant over to kiss me on my lips; his heavenly scent teasing my nose, alongside the faint taste of alcohol still lingering on his breath.
"What about Sora?" I asked, my voice faltering as his kisses trailed down my neck.
"Don't worry about her," Yamato panted into my collarbone.
I didn't have the energy to do it again, but Yamato still stayed with me that night.
As he slept soundly, I wondered if I actually have more concern about Sora than he did, or whether he was just simply past the point of feeling guilty for the damage we were inadvertently causing.
Sadly, truth was, things were far more complex than that.
Snatching my phone from the bedside table, I scrolled through my recent text messages until I stopped on a particular one which had been sent to me. A sickening sensation rose in the pit of my stomach.
Sorry, management's a bitch. Still have a contract with the clumsy photographer, so he's sticking around :( Still, doesn't mean we have to stop seeing each other... It'd be a pleasure to meet up with you again ;) I'll let you know when I'm next free...
I had lied to Mimi, having obviously hearing from Takumi since the photo shoot; and although he wasn't offering me any work, the invitation he did present was very appealing. Rubbing my fingers against one of my temples, I repressed a sigh and placed my phone back down and settled back down under the duvet besides Yamato's warmth. I decided I would just have to cross that bridge when I'd come to it.
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Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)
Snow Patrol - 'Lifeboats'
D-Angel: Ok, so I wanted to make this a longer chapter (an extra scene at the end maybe), but I figured I'd churn this out because it's been a while since the last update (Really sorry!). Let me know what you thought... I tried to push things along with the story slightly, particularly at the end of this chapter. Yamato spending the night at Taichi's... Ohhh, naughty! And Takumi trying to edge his way in there... oh dear. Things are gonna get interesting from here onwards, hehe.
I promise a longer and juicy cup of awesome next chapter, particularly because it's a scene I've been eager to write and piece together for a while. Give me time to update my other main stories, and I'll try my best to update this one soon as possible.
Thanks for all your love and support so far, and, as always, let me know if you spot any grammatical errors and what not too, heh.
Right, sleep time it is... I'll see you all next chapter! x x x
D-Angel
10/01/12
(First 2012 update xD)