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 everyone, another update for you! I've tried to get the plot moving along in this chapter as we are 11 chapters in now, so the real drama needs to start surfacing ;) I've upped the rating to 'M' now too because, well, you'll see the reason below...
Also, I love this new 'cover image' thing! I've actually given every one of my stories their own personal image (even the completed ones). Of course, I had to give this story the image of a cup of coffee with a love heart floating on top, I would have been crazy not to!
Right, messages for the people who have reviewed since the last chapter (love you guys);
Dragon77 - Well, here it is!
Angelfish369- Aww thanks :) Yeah, the purple beats having a standard white cast at least, hehe. And mmm hmm, Taichi is growing attached to Yamato, which was something he's still trying to fight because of all the complications surrounding their affair. I'm hoping all these additional characters aren't confusing, but they do have their importances to the story, lol ;)
Oh, and my updating pattern is currently like this; Cup of Lust, A Bed Full of Mems, Breaking the Boundaries, and then repeat!
Roman - Yey, thanks :) I do try my best to convey them as being realistic! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Dylan Stone- Haha, no worries, welcome! Please, have a packet of oreos (assuming you like them) and take a seat. Things have only just begun really, or are at least almost halfway through lol.
Ok, so, now it's time for the real stuff... Enjoy!
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Chapter 11 -Meltdown
'Your mouth, So soft, Your Web, I'm caught'
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Several nights after meeting Makoto and having Yamato start distancing himself from me, I succumbed to the devil's proposal and found myself walking into the lobby of the Tokyo Park Hyatt hotel. Fuelled by my usual- a couple glasses of wine- I stood awkwardly in the middle of the bustling lobby, and no doubt stood out like a sore thumb.
My motivation was a combination of greed and curiosity. Despite Yamato won when it came down to looks, and arguably his personality, Takumi had that appealing famous flare which was tantalising. I couldn't stop thinking about what things would have been like if I had slept with him on the night of the first time I had met him.
I knew I was getting in way over my head with my involvement with Yamato so it probably was just as well he wasn't returning my calls or texts.
I needed sex. Plain and simple sex. No emotions or feelings attached. So what better than to sleep with a celebrity who was literally offering himself to me on a sexy silver plate?
"Taichi."
Takumi had appeared at my side whilst my thoughts had started to turn rather x-rated. I was surprised that he was on his own.
"No bodyguards?"
"The lobby's usually fairly safe for me," Takumi said, ruffling his fingers through his spiky hair.
As I followed him towards the lifts it was difficult to ignore the stares and whispers, especially after he placed an arm around my shoulder. We went beyond the floors which provided normal sized rooms (which I had heard were still rather extraordinary), up to the high class suites for the rich and the famous.
I was able to perv on his toned physique as he swiped his room key against the lock Wearing a frayed pair of jeans and a white t-shirt shirt with a green and black checked shirt thrown on top, I couldn't help but note that his dress sense was similar to Yamato's.
"Wow, this place is pretty much the same size as my flat," I gawked after Takumi had led me across the marbled floor and onto the soft carpeted floor in the living room area. One of his guitars was resting on the sofa surrounded by a few pages of musical scores. He must have been busy practicing before he'd text me asking if I wanted to come see him.
"Drink?" Takumi offered as he sauntered over to the mini bar on the far side of the room.
"Surprise me," I said, peeling off my coat and shoes and setting them down by the sofa.
I continued to scope the room, until I heard the sound of clinking of bottles. I turned and watched as Takumi carefully poured a reasonable amount of an amber coloured spirit into two tumblers and finished off by dropping a spherical shaped ice cube into each glass. He gave each drink a quick swirl before he handed me the finished product.
Lifting the glass to my face I sniffed its contents, wrinkling my nose up as the alcoholic fumes burnt the inside of my nostrils. After taking a couple of suspicious sips of the drink, I discovered that it was the same beverage he had fuelled me with that night at the bar.
"Rum on the rocks," Takumi said before a filth ridden smile spread across his flawless complexion. He gulped his drink down in a couple of hearty gulps then firmly slammed the empty glass against the wooden surface of the bar. As I started to glug down my own drink, I stared out of the abundant black framed window behind the mini bar.
The view was outstanding; a sea of city buildings leading up to the beautiful Mount Fuji which was lingering on the horizon. Nature combined with industrialisation in its finest.
"Incredible view," I breathed before I downed another mouthful of my drink, "Fuji-san looks tiny from up here."
"Ever climbed it?" Takimi asked joining me by my side, but with his back leaning against the window.
"I did, a few years back…"
Turning my attention away from the window, my eyes became fixated on where Takumi was looking at… the bed. It was a luxurious king sized monstrosity which would have probably promised the best night sleep of my life, if sleeping was what I intended to do on it.
Grabbing my empty glass from my hand, I barely had time to react as Takumi tossed it aside and vigorously kissed me after pushing me against the window. His teeth nibbled against my lower lip before he turned his attention to my jaw line, edging his way along and up to my earlobe.
"I want to make you scream," Takumi panted into my ear. The warmth of his breath on my skin was enough to give me an instant hard-on. His hand clutched onto my t-shirt whilst he peered at me with his lustful eyes, there was no way in hell I had the power to turn him down this time.
The moment my back bounced against the firm mattress and Takumi pinned me down, I knew I wouldn't regret my decision. Usually I preferred to dominate during sex, but I was never opposed to the idea of being the submissive one. Not being in control, it kept things far more impulsive.
His muscular legs weighing me down, I barely protested when he tethered my hands to the bed with his tie before he slid into my burning body and started to rock his hips in a vigorous rhythm. He was rough- scratching my skin with his black painted fingernails, biting and suckling any exposed area with his hungry mouth, hard enough to draw a bit of blood- but he knew how to induce pain with pleasure.
I hadn't experienced that sort of sex in quite a while… My orgasm left me literally unable to breathe or move for several seconds, so it was probably was just as well Takumi was in charge on this occasion. My legs were hoisted up over his shoulders when he came; his body shook violently and his nails dug firmly into the backs of my thighs as a series of heavy pants fell from his gorgeous lips.
As he pulled out from me and his mess trickled down the insides of my thighs- pooling onto the bed covers below- I realised it probably would have been sensible to have asked him to wear protection… he'd probably slept with hundreds of people. I was sure he wouldn't be the sort to carelessly pass on any unwanted 'infections', but a trip to the GUM clinic later would put my mind at ease.
"You were worth the wait," Takumi smirked, unfastening the bonds around my wrists which had started to dig into my skin several minutes so had left obvious angry red welts. I knew from experience that they would take an hour or so to fully disappear.
"I'll run us a bath," Takumi decided, he sat up and perched himself on the edge of the bed.
"Don't worry," I said, resting a hand on his leg before I jumped off the bed, "I'd better head on home."
It was difficult to tell him that, but I had to please a regular client whose daughter needed a wedding photographer tomorrow.
"K, bathroom's on the door to the left if you want to freshen up."
As I walked to the bathroom, my legs still quivering from the aftermath of my first sexual encounter with a celebrity, Takumi pursued me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pressing my back against his toned torso.
"Stay the night," Takumi invited, his index finger tracing loose, lazy circles around my belly button. I closed my eyes as a warm tingling sensation shot down my spine, a night filled with dynamic sex was obviously more than tempting. Clearly he was reluctant to let me go so easily, but I wasn't sure why. I should have been the one pleading him to let me spend the night with him!
"I can't," I said with genuine disappointment soaked in my voice, peering down at his finger which was still drawing imaginary circles around my navel, "I've got photography stuff to sort out, early job tomorrow."
His lips grazed against the back of my neck.
"Fiiine, but you should come on tour with us to make up for it."
Excitement surged through my veins as I pictured myself as a groupie for Vertical Illusion. It would have been a dream come true if it hadn't been for my upcoming work commitments.
"Takumi, I'm not a teenage girl with a ton of free time on her hands," I said with a small grin playing on my face.
"I can see that…" His hand ventured between my legs to prove his point "…but you're a freelance photographer. Come on. I'll reimburse the cost of any bookings you already have, and I'll keep you very well milked."
Takumi was crude and persistent. I admired him for it. He was a go-getter and knew exactly what he wanted, just like he had described me. In many ways we were very similar.
"Let me think about it," I concluded, then spun around and tapped my finger against the tip of his nose before I disappeared into the bathroom.
Once I was done with cleaning up and tugging back on my clothes, I found Takumi sitting on the sofa wearing one of the hotel's complimentary bathrobe, his guitar cradled in his arms as he strummed his fingers against the strings and hummed an unfamiliar melody.
"What's your address?" Takumi asked, craning his head up as I threw on my coat.
"Eh?"
"I'll send you a couple of tickets to our Tokyo gig in February," he elaborated, gingerly placing his guitar down besides him before he stood up and winked, "but only if you sleep with me afterwards, fair deal?"
I scribbled out my address onto a piece of the sheet music he had resting on the circular glass coffee table by the sofa. I couldn't turn down free Vertical Illusion tickets.
"Nice, I'll make you'll get VIP passes as well so you can… come back stage," Takumi purred. It was a terrible pun, but nevertheless I laughed like an idiot.
As Takumi escorted me to the door I toyed with the idea of 'sleeping' over, then reminded myself that my career was of slightly more importance than a hot night of raw, dirty sex with one of the most desirable rock Gods on the planet (never thought adult Tai would be this rational).
"Oh, and tell Yamato I said hi," Takumi added after telling me to stay sexy.
Closing the door behind me, I chuckled softly under my breath. I had a feeling that when Yamato would stop ignoring me, he could grow to love Takumi, and if Takumi decided he wanted to sleep with him that'd be fine; so long as I was involved in that situation somehow.
Hitting the lift button with my finger, I suddenly froze.
I had never mentioned Yamato's name to Takumi before- a deliberate decision as I'd been worried Takumi would somehow track him down and whisk him away from my life- so how the hell did he know it?
Tugging out my phone, I tapped out a message to Yamato. I needed to see him.
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It had just turned 10.30pm. My heart leapt a mile when the bells jingled as Yamato pushed open the door and stepped into the coffee shop. His expression groggy as hell, but beautiful as always. Even though he was more dressed down than usual (grey hoodie and a pair of loose dark blue jeans), I still found him irresistibly delicious.
As he headed over to our usual table where I was sat, I noticed that a pair of black framed glasses were resting on the bridge of his slim nose. I was surprised, I'd never pictured Yamato as the sort to wear anything on his face, besides the sunglasses he favoured during sunnier months.
"I didn't even think the coffee shop would be open at this hour," Yamato announced as he stopped at our table and dug his hands into the front pouch of his hoodie.
"It's usually not, but I have the key to enter." I glanced down at my mobile phone which was on the table, then back up at Yamato who was still standing. "I wasn't sure if you would show."
"Sora's gone out partying with some work colleagues," he explained shuffling on his feet, slightly widening his stance.
I guess he was serious about trying to appease Makoto by not seeing me anymore, because previously he would have abused Sora's absence by meeting up with me for wine and sex.
"Glasses," I said, pointing towards the pair on Yamato's face. For a moment his brow crinkled, then he reached up and ran his fingers along the right lens of his glasses. Dropping his fingers back down, he cheeks became flushed as he exhaled in disbelief. He obviously hadn't wanted me to know that he wore glasses (he later told me that he usually wore contacts)…How cute.
"So, why did you ask me to meet you here?" Yamato folded his arms across his chest.
"I miss you," I said. I felt extremely vulnerable after I uttered those words and stared up at Yamato, unable to think of what else to say. It didn't feel right to mention Takumi whilst we were talking for the first time in what felt like weeks
"Why do you have to be so… persistent?" Yamato's voice cracked. His defensive front had whittled away.
Anxiety tore through me. His posture was so tense, it was as if every muscle and droplet of blood in his body had turned to concrete. Behind the concaved lenses of his glasses I could see the irises of his eyes shimmering under the lights of lamps dangling above us, like the moon reflecting off a pool of water.
When a single teardrop slid down his face I stood up and reached my arms out to him, pulling him into a protective embrace. At first he resisted, his hand pushed against my shoulder feebly, but seconds later he caved in and gripped onto my coat tightly and his body trembled wildly as he forced himself not to cry.
I brushed my lips against his softly then pressed my cheek against his, savouring the feel of his warm laboured breath melting against my neck.
We stayed like that until Yamato finally let go off my coat and I reluctantly dropped my arms back down to my sides.
"It's hurting you too, isn't it?"
I nodded and he bit down on his lip.
I realised that I couldn't talk to him about Takumi. Not now. I doubted they could have known each other, else one or the other would have told me by now. Why keep a secret like that? Maybe I had just let Yamato's name slip out on that night at the hotel bar without realising it…
It was hard to watch Yamato leave, but he had reassured me he would work something out. What he had in mind, I didn't have a clue.
The bells rang out again just as I was about to switch out the lights. I turned my head hopefully towards the door expecting that Yamato had experienced a change of heart. However, as my eyes fixed on the figure whose hazel eyes were glaring directly at me, my blood froze in an instance.
It was Makoto.
A feeling of unease churned through my stomach as he marched with authority towards the counter, which I was fortunately standing behind.
"I'm sorry," I said, unable to hold the words back, "but we're closed."
Judging by the scowl which appeared on his face it was probably something I should have just kept to myself. He'd obviously seen Yamato in here with me and I could only begin to imagine how furious he was.
Placing both of his palms down on the counter, Makoto took a sharp breath in.
"I'm sorry," he spoke with the same inflection I had, "but actually you and I are going to have a little chat."
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Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)
Alice Cooper - "Poison" (A firm favourite of mine)
D-Angel: :O Cliffy! Haven't done one of those in a while. I wonder what Makoto has to say, and why the hell he was lingering around the coffee shop at that time of night... Hmmm. I'll get working on that, lol.
And yeah, Taichi decided to do the horizontal tango with Takumi, naughty boy. That scene almost felt like a prostitute and client situation, y'know? Like they were just 'doing business', I guess literally. I'm not sure who would be classed as the prostitute... Maybe Taichi? Takumi did sort of pay Taichi with the tickets and all.
I bet you're wondering, why has Takumi got such an interest in Taichi? I bet if you weren't wondering it, you are now. Either way, you'll find out, don't worry. The same with any other questions you may have really (let me know them though incase there are any mysteries I've overlooked and buried accidentally).
Please feel free to review, and I'll be seeing you lot next chapter :)
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D-Angel
09/06/12