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 you guys. Another chapter of Cup of Lust here. Shorter than the last couple of chapters, but filled with the usual :)
Replies to the reviewers;
Guest 1 - Haha, yeah, would have been a bit of an abrupt ending if Sora had killed Tai last chapter xD
Guest 2 - I'm glad you enjoyed that kitchen scene! I guess, in a way, it was kinda comic. And yeah, Tai's always had quite the blabber mouth on him - I would expect it'd be worse when he's drunk ;) Thanks for your support regarding me trying to get my work published :D I plan to send manuscripts around to publishing houses, but am more likely to try and self-publish my stuff (e-books and what not).
Ok you sexy lot, read on and enjoy ;D
Chapter 14 Melodic Raindrops
'Always, I wanna be with you, and make believe with you'
I threw the covers off from my body and clasped my head with my hands. A low groan vibrated out from the depths of my throat as a remorseful pain thumped against my skull. After years of needless drinking I thought I would have been immune to hangovers by now.
Glancing over at my alarm clock, I was depressed by the fact it was almost 14:00pm. Talk about sleeping the day away…
Crawling out of bed and stumbling across the darkness of my room towards the curtains, I tugged them open, feeling my mood dampen when I saw raindrops rapidly drumming against the windowpane. So much for going out to get my weekly shopping done. I supposed a lazy day of nothingness wouldn't hurt.
Tracing a fingertip against the steamed-up glass, weaving subconscious patterns, I recalled last night, Yamato's warm body holding mine as I drifted off into a drunken slumber. A sense of sadness washed over me as I turned and glanced over at my empty bed. No doubt he had left at some point, I wasn't sure what time though; fairly early I assumed early since he worked most Saturdays.
I trudged back towards my bed and scooped up my jeans from the floor, digging around in the pockets until I found my phone. I had a missed call from my sister, but nothing else. A sigh escaped from my lips. I tossed my jeans aside and snatched my dressing gown from the hook on my door before I ventured into the kitchen in search for paracetamol, deciding to call Hikari in the process.
"Hey, Hikari." I perched my phone between my ear and shoulder as I brewed myself some much needed coffee.
We didn't chat for long, Hikari apparently had a ton of essays to research for. Turned out though that little Missy had a new boyfriend who she described as 'gorgeous' and 'really sweet'. Part of me was pleased for her; I don't think she had dated anyone since her last boyfriend, Daisuke, who she was with for three years before they went off to separate Universities. Of course, being the big brother, another part of me felt it was necessary to meet up with and interrogate this new guy of hers.
"I'll come see you before Christmas," I promised. Well, she had been pestering me to come visit her for a while as well…
"Good. Oh, one last thing," Hikari added, as I finished off the last of my coffee. "Vertical Illusion tickets are going on sale tonight! Do you want me to grab you and Mimi some?"
Stifling a yawn as I stretched my legs out across the sofa, I slowly shook my head.
"Nah, no need, I did a photography job with them a few weeks ago. They're sending me some VIP tickets."
Hikari gasped.
"Wait, what? You photographed Vertical Illusion and didn't tell me!"
Oh yeah… I guess it might have slipped my mind to let her know. I quickly apologised then shifted the phone to my other ear.
"Tell me you got Takumi's autograph?" Hikari pleaded - I imagined that her big brown eyes were wide with hope and anticipation. Sighing under my breath, I proceeded to explain to her about the protocols of professionalism. I felt slightly hypocritical doing so; I may have not asked Takumi for his autograph, but I was certain sleeping with him crossed some sort of professional boundary.
"So, VIP tickets you say?" Hikari pried. "Do you know how many you're getting?"
"I can phone Takumi to find out," I offered. Hikari choked in disbelief.
"You have his number? Care to share?"
"I don't know if your boyfriend would approve of that…" A smile slid across my face. "Would he need a ticket as well?"
"He's not a fan," Hikari sighed sadly.
"What? Dump him, right now."
Hikari laughed and told me not to be silly. As I held back another yawn, I heard someone knocking on Hikari's door, followed by a female voice (who I assumed must have been a flatmate) asking her if she was ready to go food shopping.
"Just a minute!" Hikari called to her friend. "Listen, Tai, I've gotta go, but text me later about the VIP tickets."
"Ok, munchkin, I'll see you later. Love you!"
"Love you too!" Hikari cheerfully exclaimed before she hung up.
I closed my eyes momentarily. Boyfriends, food shopping (despite the rain) with her flat mate… My little sister, growing up way too fast for my liking.
I pulled myself up from the sofa, knowing otherwise I would just sit there all day, and ventured back to the kitchen with my empty coffee mug. As I knocked back another cup of coffee I tapped out a message to Takumi regarding the concert tickets. Part of me wanted to add that I knew he used to be in the same band as Yamato, but I refrained, deciding I would first try and find more information out from Yamato. So once I'd finished texting Takumi, I sent Yamato a message asking if he fancied coming over later on.
After having a steamy shower and a small bowl of egg fried noodles, I heard my phone beep and buzz violently against the coffee table. Grabbing it to see who it was, I felt oddly excited when I saw that Takumi had responded to my text.
No problem, I'll sort out the extra tickets. Not sure if I can wait until February to fuck you again though… ;)
My stomach flipped, and my groin started to ache at the thought of Takumi's hot naked body weighing mine down. Placing my phone back onto the coffee table, my hands reached down to the button on my jeans. A wicked grin beamed from my lips as I slipped my jeans and underwear off, and settled myself onto the sofa, allowing my hand to tend to my filthy thoughts as the rain outside continued to beat down.
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It was nearing on nine in the evening when Yamato turned up. My heart was racing as I buzzed Yamato into the apartment block. Minutes later he walked silently into my apartment, a sense of unease hung in the air. His eyes were tired, and his hair was not as well groomed as it usually was. Taking his rain-soaked coat from him I offered him to take a seat in the living room.
"How's the foot?" I inquired once I'd joined Yamato on the sofa. He smiled sheepishly and briefly looked down at his feet.
"It's ok, still a bit sore. I'll live." Yamato glanced over at me, head tilting slightly to the side as he studied my face. "How are you? Still hung-over?"
"A little," I confessed, leaning back against the sofa, unable to stop a yawn escaping from me. "What time did you end up leaving here?"
"Just after 7am," Yamato informed after a stretch of silence. Judging by the brief look of discomfort on his face, Sora had not been pleased with his late return; I wondered if they had argued. Disgracefully, knowing I was worth that risk to Yamato, it made me feel somewhat giddy...
"Thanks for looking after me," I said gently, peering into his dazzling eyes, watching as he blushed in response. Flirting with him, it just seemed to happen so naturally.
We both jolted in surprise as my phone rattled harshly against the coffee table, completely killing the moment. Leaning over and peering across, I raised my eyebrows when I saw a message from Hikari flashing on the screen. Shit… I hadn't got back to her about the tickets.
As I picked up my phone Yamato stared at me, resting his index finger against his chin, curving an eyebrow up in curiosity.
"It's just my sister," I explained as my fingers tapped quickly against the keys on my phone, "I said I'd get her some free Vertical Illusion tickets; she's more obsessed with them than I am."
I suddenly recalled my solo session from earlier, thanks to Takumi's text, and felt my cheeks burn up.
"You invited me here to ask about Takumi, didn't you?" Yamato's voice was cold and simple. I slowly lifted my head up to peer over at him. His eyes narrowed, knowing he had sussed me out.
"Maybe..."
Yamato shifted forwards, looking like he was about to get up and leave. I quickly continued to speak, although I knew that - for some reason - this was a touchy subject for him.
"Ok, yes. Please tell me… Is he why you hate Vertical Illusion so much?"
Another pause of quietness, then Yamato breathed out loudly.
"Yes, he's one of the reasons," he mumbled bitterly, his angry eyes avoiding mine as he folded an arm across his chest and scowled. Slipping my phone into my pocket, I was glad he wasn't going to run off, but damn, he really had it in for Takumi.
"What do you have against him?" I asked, scratching my nails against the back of my head. My frustration grew as Yamato sneered in my direction, as if suggesting that the reason why was obvious enough. I knew that Takumi wasn't perfect, but the times I had been with him he had been generous and seemed likeable enough; even if he had been trying to get into my pants. They'd been in a band together, Yamato must have interacted with him on a regular basis. Surely Yamato couldn't have hated him for all that time…?
"Did you even try to get to know him? " I snapped impatiently without giving the question any thought whatsoever. Yamato's brow crinkled as he frowned.
"No, I just completely ignored him for the entire time he was in the band."
"Yama…" I arched an eyebrow at him. His expression softened, but I could still tell he was frustrated with my continuous questioning. He sighed and swept his fingers across his outgrown fringe.
"Of course I knew him. In fact, I knew him quite intimately." Yamato said the last bit ominously, his lips curling up into a sensual half-smirk. My heart skipped a beat.
"You mean…" My voice trailed off, but Yamato was quick to fill in the blank.
"Takumi was my first."
Fuck. Jealously danced down my spine as I envisioned Takumi smiling his filth-riddled smile as a Yamato's succulent lips wrapped around his cock. In my mind they looked perfect together - two very attractive guys, both with a hunger for music and quite obviously each other. I thought back to when I had gulped down rum on the rocks with Takumi in the hotel's bar, the moment when he had shown me Yamato's picture commenting on his beauty and asking if he was boyfriend.
A dark realisation dawned; he'd been toying with me… testing me.
"He was always boastful, bragging about his latest conquests, and it used to drive me crazy," Yamato revealed, his brow furrowed again. "I didn't even want him in the band, I detested him more than anything, but Makoto insisted he was an incredible guitarist."
Yamato scratched the bridge of his nose with his finger. His lips moved soundlessly, reluctant to continue.
"One evening we were in my basement, where we often rehearsed, waiting on Makoto and Naoko since Takumi had shown up an hour early. He was spread across the sofa, telling me all the details about some guy he had fucked over the weekend, instead of going through the scores I'd composed for his guitar part."
"I kept asking him to look through them, but he kept ignoring me. It got to the stage where I was so pissed off that I leapt onto him, intending to start a fight. I was shocked when, after taking the first punch, he placed a hand on the back of my neck-" Yamato touched the back of his neck, obviously recalling the moment. "-And he forced my lips against his. One thing led to another… All the hatred I felt for him flowed out as we did it on that sofa. After that, we slept together whenever we could."
I fought back a frown. The thought of them seizing every opportunity they could to have sex with each other, it reminded me too much of how me and Yamato were…
"What happened?" I queried, my arm discreetly brushing against his. Yamato lowered his eyes, his shoulders tensed as more of his memories bubbled up to the surface.
"I realised he would never truly be mine." His tone was sullen, but very much to the point. "He was sleeping with others, I got jealous, that's about it."
It was a fair enough answer. Takumi had never exactly struck me as the sort who'd settle down into relationships; he clearly relished the power of sleeping with whoever he wanted. However, despite this observation, there still seemed to be a hidden depth to Yamato's fling with Takumi which he was keeping quiet about.
"So, you were with him for quite a while…" I probed, my teeth gnawing against the walls of my mouth.
"About a year… It was just sex," Yamato stated twisting his body slightly to the side as he rested his hand against my cheek. " He isn't half the man you are."
I tried not to fall apart. I wanted to believe his words, but even I saw the Takumi appeal; how easy it could be to fall for him, or at least fall in bed with him…
"Aren't we 'just sex'?" I suddenly asked. My throat tightened at the thought, but I couldn't comprehend why. He wasn't my boyfriend, we only really got together to have coffee or to have sex.
"No, we're different." Yamato spoke firmly, his other hand pressed against thigh as he looked into my confused depths. I wanted to ask how, but when his lips melted against mine it didn't seem to matter.
Soon we were naked, sitting upright, face-to-face, skin-on-skin, bodies grinding in a delicious rhythm. This pattern, it was endless.
"We can't keep doing this…" I panted while he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and increased the pace.
"I don't care," Yamato simply responded, eyes still locked with mine.
"But… her… Sora, you're going to…" The ever building pleasure interrupted me, my body convulsed, betraying my words of concern.
"I can't help it Tai." He breathed in sharply, his hips shuddering against mine. "… I love you."
Shit.
I think, despite how screwed up the situation was, I loved him too.
Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)
Erasure - "Always"
D-Angel: Amagawd! Shocking surprises (or maybe not for those who saw all this coming, lol). I've got plenty more drama in store, don't you worry.
Also, I had quite a few people message me about the novel I'm working on, which was a pleasant surprise :D Truth is, I'm now torn between two different ideas... But I think I will write a chapter or two of each one, then maybe find out which one you guys would prefer to be my 'debut' novel, lol. Oh, and I'm still looking to convert one or two of my fanfictions into stories with original characters, don't worry ;) Please keep voting on le poll!
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That's all for now, so I guess I'll see you guys next chapter :)
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D-Angel
26/07/12
(Birthday in three days! Ohhhh Gawd!)