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/Yamachi
D-Angel: Hey guys! I finished this chapter a few weeks ago, but have sat on it for a while before deciding to post it up. It's lengthy since I partly combined some bits from the next chapter into it as well, lol.
Cloe Lockles - Addressing the sex scene between Takumi and Taichi in the previous chapter, it is a bit of a blurred line, and arguably emotional rape, rather than physical. Taichi knows his lustful feelings for Takumi have pretty much faded, and he's come to this realisation, but feels too out of his depth now to stand up and take back the control. Takumi knows this. It's what he does- manipulates people's feelings and emotions for his own warped pleasure.
Taichi and Takumi are not connected in the same way as Taichi and Yamato are. There is no true spark or energy. The sex they have is cold, depraved... Soulless. Takumi reeled Taichi in, taking advantage over the rocky nature of Taichi's relationship with Yamato, and he wants to maintain his control over him as long as possible.
Caliboy - Oh yes, Takumi is definitely a sneaky snake. He's only going to get worse, sadly!
Ichi Yagami - There is definitely more spicy scenes to follow, especially in this chapter, hehe.
PinkBrideGoneWrong - Aww, I love your dedication! It's crazy how quickly time flies... I'm actually turning 30 this year (next month!) and can't believe I'm still writing this story xD Maybe I'll look back into the whole getting an original story published thing! I think I will go down the lines of self-publishing though if I do :)
Thanks to everyone else who have stuck with this story for so long, lol. Please read on and enjoy :)
Chapter 27 Careless Desires
'Is the only reason you're holding me tonight 'cause we're scared to be lonely?'
The venue a lot bigger than I recalled, perhaps because it was not crammed full of over-excited screaming fans. I was stood at the foot of the stage, my hands visibly shaking as brought my camera up to my eye level. Get a grip, I scolded myself. Sucking in a feeble amount of air, I tilted my head up and tried to concentrate on the job at hand.
The band were on stage, throwing their hearts and souls into their final dress rehearsal. Takumi's deadly eyes locked with my lens as his hands gripped the microphone stand and he wailed out the chorus. I tried to ignore him. My finger pressed against the capture button over and over again, robotically, as my focus drifted elsewhere.
Takumi edged closer to the edge of the stage, still singing his lungs out. Droplets of cold sweat cascaded down my brow. The knots in stomach tightened. I lowered my camera and navigated my way around the edge of the stage, heading towards the nearest exit.
Stepping out into the backstage corridor, I slumped against the wall as my body convulsed violently.
I couldn't go through with this.
My life had completely changed after the press conference. The media had completely lapped me and Takumi up. As much as I detested it, we did look good together. Numerous photos of us had been plastered over the gossip magazines Mimi had presented to me, and uploaded all over trashy news websites. Because we were such a sensation, Takumi now had to be mindful of where he marked me. His fingers had also stayed well away from my neck ever since that night on the sofa, which was a relief.
As Isamu had predicted, another positive thing had come from all this. Work. I was inundated with it. It was my only true escape from the nightmare of my personal life, allowing me to pretend that things were still the same; long enough to stop my will from breaking.
The jobs were slightly more high-profile. Photo shoots for budding musicians, actors and models. Because of the influx of work, I had been forced to hand over the engagement and wedding shoots that had been pencilled in my diary for months to a couple of other photographers I knew and could trust to do a fantastic job. As for painting requests, they had been put on the back burner. I simply didn't have any spare time to fulfil them. I didn't even know when I would find the time again; I would be completely at Vertical Illusion's whim once their world tour officially commenced.
Somehow, amidst all the chaos, I had managed to schedule in a catch-up with Hikari, who I hadn't seen since my New Year's party. She was so excited about Vertical Illusion's opening gig, but more thrilled that I was exclusively dating the band's lead singer.
We decided to meet at Mimi's favourite cafe for coffee and cake. Our parents' coffee shop would have been our first option prior to all the drama, but it was literally impossible to get a seat in their shop nowadays. The influx of customers they'd had since my sudden exposure was incredible; my parents even had to sort out a rush order of coffee beans and milk order to keep up with the demand. Obviously, their new customers were purely Vertical Illusion fans who not only enjoyed a decent cup of coffee, but also hoped they could get the chance to meet the band, who had actually visited the shop on a couple of occasions.
As we waited for our drinks and food to arrive, Hikari spoke about her roommate, Taya, who was apparently sleeping with one of their lecturers; a not too bad looking thirty-something year old.
"She's adamant that he loves her," Hikari explained as she brushed her fingers through her side fringe, "but I'm pretty certain she isn't the only girl from our course he's seeing."
I laughed softly. It was a classic situation; I recalled a few students falling into similar scenarios whilst I was at high school, including Mimi, who had briefly dated a teacher from a neighbouring school when she was sixteen.
"Do you love Takumi?"
Hikari's question felt like a punch that had caught me off guard. Despite the situation, my feelings for Takumi were complicated, but I knew the answer. I had been drawn to Takumi by lust, and now that had almost fizzled out.
"It's still early days," I finally replied. I knew I had taken far too long to answer, but Hikari knew to not dig any further.
The waiter soon returned with our food and drinks. As we were about to tuck into our cakes, I frowned as my phone chimed and a message popped up on the screen, until I saw that it was from Takumi. Speak of the devil. Tapping my finger against the notification, I decided to see what he wanted.
"You sure are popular, niisan," Hikari chuckled as my eyes scanned across Takumi's message.
"Sorry, Hika," I said, smiling as I looked up from my phone screen. I hadn't intended to spend our time together glued on my phone, but the device was literally the gateway to all the current affairs in my life. I was convinced that technology would completely dominate all our lives one day.
"Takumi's in the area with Shiro. Can they join us?"
Hikari's eyes instantly lit up. Her lips curled into an approving smile as she returned a small nod.
After sending Takumi my location, he showed up within a matter of minutes, Shiro by his side.
"Hey, Hikari-chan!" Shiro said, grinning widely. Hikari's cheeks started to glow a light shade of pink as she meekly greeted him back. Catching Shiro's gaze, I narrowed my eyes and he sharply looked away.
"We've just finished recording some skit for a game show," Shiro stated as he slid down onto the empty chair next to Hikari, who had turned awfully quiet.
"It was terrible," Takumi woefully sighed, draping an arm around my shoulder as he sat down beside me. Customers were already staring and whispering, some had even whipped their phones out and were discretely trying to take pictures.
"Where's Kano and Yuki?" I asked, digging my fork into what was left of my matcha cheesecake.
"They got swept away by some fan girls," Shiro explained. " I doubt we'll ever see them again."
I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not; he was the joker of the group after all. But on the other hand, Kano's and Yuki's bromance often raised eyebrows. The two of them had been friends since elementary school, and openly flirted with one another- a charade to entertain their fans and make other people feel uncomfortable. They'd even worn matching rings for a while, sparking rumours that they'd got wed in secret.
In reality, they were both straight. Yuki had actually got engaged to his high school sweetheart at the start of last year. She was an up and coming star in the fashion industry, already designing clothes for some of the biggest celebrities, including some of the costumes for Vertical Illusions' world tour. Kano was a lot more private with his love life. He had been seen out in public with the occasional lady, but he was never one to kiss and tell.
"That, looks, heavenly," Shiro punctured his words as he stared lustfully at my plate. He was a complete foodie, just like me.
"I'm not sharing," I clarified after sampling another mouthful, "it's too delicious."
"No fair," Shiro sulked, jutting out his bottom lip.
"You can try some of mine," Hikari offered, pushing her plate and fork over to Shiro. His eyes were almost sparkling as he peered down at the cheesecake, then back up at Hikari.
"You absolute Queen!" Shiro happily exclaimed, before he grabbed the fork and wasted no time sampling the dish in front of him. "Oh Gaaawd, that's good."
He immediately waved down the waiter, who looked star struck as he rushed over to our table, notepad and pen at the ready.
"Want anything, Taku?" Shiro asked, nudging the menu over to his band mate. Takumi placed his hand over it, peering down briefly at the laminated list, before he pushed it aside. "A black coffee please."
That was a new thing I had learnt about Takumi; he lacked a sweet tooth. He preferred his savoury meats and bitter liquids, and cared little for fine wines and sugary dishes.
"I don't understand how you can eat so much rubbish but still stay in shape," Takumi had confessed, not too long after the press conference. I'd told him I was just fortunate to still have a fast metabolism, but he still ended up getting me a membership at the (super posh) health club he attended. It was an incredible place with top of the range fitness equipment and an extensive free weights section, not to mention an Olympic size swimming pool and an incredible onsen.
Perhaps I should have felt privileged, but Takumi had already taken my flat, tied my career to his, and torn me away from Yamato. The health club was just another way for him to dominate my life. He always wanted to keep tabs the things I was doing, and the places I visited, yet barely ever informed me of his whereabouts.
I endlessly wondered how long this whole facade would last.
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A heavy silence hummed across the flat. Leaning over the table, the nib of my pencil pressed against the paper. I subconsciously started sketching the lines and shapes which felt the most natural, until they formed into a familiar face. It was only as I was shading in the facial features that I realised who I was drawing.
"You draw him a lot," Takumi said, seemingly materialising out of nowhere. The pencil fell from my hand in surprise and rolled onto the paper, rocking and back and forth across Yamato's face, until it came to a slow stop. His eyes continued to peer down at the paper. There wasn't much I could say in response. I had never had the desire to draw or photograph Takumi. He had never asked me to either.
The truth was, Yamato was on my mind. A lot. He had tried contacting me since our final meeting in the coffee shop, but I hadn't responded to any of his attempts. There was no point. By now he already knew how crazy things were for me, and any contact with him was only going to crush my soul even further. "Wanna join the band for a few drinks tonight?" Takumi asked as he wandered into the kitchen, no doubt on the search for some rum or whisky. Pushing the pencil aside, I traced my index finger across the outline of Yamato's face as an empty sensation whirled in the pit of my stomach.
"Sure. Sounds good," I replied, listening to the chink of glasses and liquid pouring resound from the kitchen. Takumi stepped back into the room a few minutes later carrying two tumblers filled with amber liquid and ice. He placed one down in front of me, straight onto the sketch of Yamato's face. The alcoholic fumes crept up my nose, making me feel nauseous.
I missed drinking wine.
I missed Yamato.
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We reached the venue a few hours after the sun had set. The Lemon Zest was a small exclusive bar, complete with its own dance floor and rooftop terrace area. The bouncers at the door ensured that only those on the guest list were allowed in.
Takumi was dressed stylishly as always; skinny ripped black jeans and a grey t-shirt with a black leather jack thrown on top. His outfit was topped off with a black fedora I was pretty sure he had worn in one of his music videos. He promptly announced he would handle the first round and Shiro offered to help him carry the drinks to our table, leaving me alone with Kano and Yuki.
As they started conversing about something music related, I checked my phone. My heart skipped a beat. There was a new message notification from Yamato, which I promptly swiped away from the display. I tried my best to follow their conversation after that, but my mind kept drifting in and out.
It wasn't long before a handful of fans were sitting with us. A few of the girls were soon asking Yuki and Kano about their enigmatic relationship. Adding fuel to the fire, Yuki placed his hand on Kano's thigh and cryptically mentioned that his fiancée was fairly open minded. The girls practically squealed in delight.
As Yuki and Kano continued to tease their fans, the girl sitting opposite me locked eyes, her bright red lips curling into an enticing smile.
"Taichi-san, you're so lucky you get to share a bed with Takumi-kun," she said, running her fingers through her long turquoise tresses. My chest tightening, I gazed over at the bar, where Takumi was intently chatting away to one of the bartenders, a familiar looking brunet. My chest tightened. I faked a smile before I stood up and excused myself to the toilets.
After splashing a few handfuls of cold water onto my face, I fixed my hair in the mirrors above the sinks. As my mobile vibrated against my leg, notifying me of another message, curiosity washed over me. Opening up Line on my phone, I decided to quickly read the message Yamato had sent me.
I have a spot at an open mic night tomorrow night at Super D. Think you can risk going?
My eyes then moved down to the most recent message.
I don't expect you to acknowledge me... I'll be happy to just have you there :)
Tapping on the phonebook app, I scrolled through my contacts until I reached Yamato's name. My finger hovered over the call icon for a few moments before I shook my head and tucked my phone back into my jeans' pocket and hurried back out to rejoin the others.
As I headed back over to our table, I peered over at the bar. Takumi was no longer there, nor was the bartender he had been talking to. He wasn't sat with the band either.
"Tai-chi-kuuun," Shiro sung my name as he draped his arm around me as I sat back down. I could smell the beer on his breath, which explained his amplified enthusiasm. The wavy strands of his choppy silver hair seemed to glow in the fluorescent lights, like a freshly polished halo.
"Wanna grab some air?" He pointed to the door that was a few feet away from the bar.
Thinking he was referring to some kind of code for drugs, I nodded, then followed him over to an alcove on the far side of the room.
We trudged up a set of steep stone steps, then through another door, which led us onto the rooftop terrace. The cold air caressed my cheek, like an estranged lover. I zipped up my hoodie then folded my arms across my chest as I peered around. There were a few other people up on the rooftop, mostly couples who had chosen to sneak away from the noise below. Takumi was not amongst them.
Gazing back over at Shiro, who was staring up at the faint stars in the sky, I hoped he was going to offer me some kind of pill, or anything that would help take my mind of my crazy relationship with Takumi.
"Everything ok?" I asked after we had stood in silence for a good couple of minutes. Snapping out of his trance, he nodded as his eyes met mine.
"I wanted to talk about your sister," he confessed, placing his hand on the back of his neck. "I'll be honest with you, I really like her."
"You've only met her twice," I reminded, my protective big brother instincts instantly kicking in.
"I know, I know." Shiro fiddled with the moon shaped medallion around his neck. "But, we really got on at your party."
Alarm bells started to ring. Something about the way he said it really raised my suspicions.
"Hikari gets on with most people," I said bluntly, my eyebrows knitting together.
Shiro's lips momentarily opened, but no sound came out. His hesitation that told me I wouldn't like what he wanted to say. Still, I was eager to know.
"What happened?"
"We kissed," Shiro quickly revealed. When he saw the scowl across my brow deepen, he quickly added, "but, that was all!"
Good. The idea of my baby sister being intimate with anyone made me feel uncomfortable enough, but I definitely didn't want her getting involved with a celebrity, especially after all the mess I had been swept up into.
"When did that happen?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Shiro leant back against the wall, closing his eyes.
"It was after you snuck off into your bedroom with Takumi." I felt my cheeks flush as I foggily remembered the feeling of Takumi's burning skin against mine. "We were sitting on the sofa, talking about how fun the night had been. Your friends - the couple- had just left, and Kano and Yuki were out on the balcony smoking."
I pictured Hikari sitting on the sofa next to Shiro, chatting and laughing, then him suddenly gazing into her eyes, cupping her chin with his hand before moving his mouth towards hers. I couldn't blame her for reciprocating. Shiro was a good looking guy, in the boy next door kind of way, with his slim facial features, big round brown eyes and warm smile.
"Honestly, I would take good care of her." Shiro placed his hand against his heart. I bit down on the inside of my cheek. He was a far cry from being Takumi, but he was still an international celebrity. I didn't really want Hikari being sucked into the same situation as me, but I knew I couldn't control all aspects of her life, or prevent her from potentially dating the love of her life.
"Fine," I said, exhaling deeply. His eyes lit up.
"But if you hurt her, I will end you," I warned, deadly serious. I was prepared to go to jail for my sister.
"Noted."
My phone vibrated against my body. I automatically tugged the object out from my pocket and checked the notification that was flashing up on the display. Shiro was still smiling when I looked back up at him, but then a flicker of concern then flashed across his wide brown orbs when he realised I was frowning.
"Takumi?"
"Nah, just an Instagram notification," I replied, before tucking my phone away. Shiro made a low tut and slowly shook his head.
"He's always been a handful," he explained. "He just goes off and does what he wants half the time. He barely attends rehearsals, yet his performances are always flawless. It's so annoying."
I fought back a chuckle. Funnily enough, Yamato had told me the exact same thing. I had confronted Takumi about it and he confessed that he had always preferred rehearsing his parts alone.
"Aren't you curious as to where he is right now? Or who he's with?" Shiro asked, his eyes analysing me closely.
I shrugged my ,it didn't bother me. I knew prior to the press conference he had been screwing other people. Nowadays he knew he had to be more careful. Not for my sake, but for his own reputation. But, seeing him flirt openly with someone, and disappear off with them, that was a completely different scenario.
"Not sure if you know the story, but he was sleeping with our previous photographer, Nobu," Shiro explained, his fingers toying with his side fringe.
Giving Takumi's reputation for seduction, it barely surprised me, but a strange niggle still snaked around spine, pinching tightly. It seemed bizarre that Takumi would have slept with someone he had such little respect for.
"It wasn't for long. It all fizzled out after Nobu's accident, "Shiro said. Peering over my shoulder, he then pointed over to the door that led back down to the bar area. "There were accusations that Takumi pushed him down those very steps."
A small shiver crept across my skin when I recalled Takumi mentioning that he had never liked Nobu's style. I could feel Takumi's hands clasping around my neck, reminding me of the physical abuse he was capable of. With his distaste for Nobu, it was more than feasible that he could have pushed him.
"There was no CCTV footage to prove it though. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't." Shiro placed his hand on my upper arm. "Just be wary."
We agreed to head back to the noise below shortly after our discussion. I was mindful as we walked down the stairs, allowing Shiro to walk on ahead of me. I wasn't concerned that he would push me, it was more so the fact he was slightly drunk and capable of losing his footing. If it had been Takumi, however, I would have risked scaling down the side of the building from the rooftop.
Back inside, I scanned the room for Takumi, but couldn't see him. Perhaps it was just as well. I had already put two and two together. The bartender he had gone off with had been Nobu.
Opening up Line on my phone, I immediately tapped out a message to Yamato and sent it.
I'll be there :)
If Takumi was hooking up with previous boyfriends behind my back, then screw it. Tomorrow night was only one day before Vertical Illusion's opening gig. It would be risky for me to go, but I really wanted to see Yamato perform, and I was sick of treading on eggshells each and every day. As long as the media couldn't link me directly to Yamato, I knew things would be ok.
Still, there was undoubtedly a harrowing truth to Takumi, and his previous relationships, darker than I had previously imagined, and I was currently drifting down the one-way street that would ultimately unearth it.
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Butterflies danced in my stomach on the day of Yamato's gig. I told Takumi I was going to visit Isamu and Mimi. He barely batted an eyelid as he fiddled with the strings on his guitar.
I arrived at SuperDeluxe just after 8pm. The venue had always been a small and intimate location, yet I had never seen it this packed before with people eager to listen to new and fresh talent.
Peering above the crowd, I could see that Yamato was already standing in the centre of the stage in front of the microphone dressed in a plain long sleeved green t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. His acoustic guitar cradled protectively in his arms.
Managing to wiggle my way through the mass of people, I stopped when I was close to the front just in time for Yamato to start performing. His fingertips grazed lightly against the strings, whilst his left hand tapped against the frets. Then, as he started to sing, a heavy silence fell across the entire room. His deep vocals were soothing. They slithered around me, soaking through and warming my skin, like rays from the sun.
As he reached the chorus, Yamato took a deep breath and then sung out with every inch of his heart, placing one hand on his chest, eyes burning with dedicated flames of passion, before he started strumming his fingers against the strings of his guitar again. I was enthralled and envious that he sounded so perfect. The very few times I had heard him singing soft melodies, with or without his guitar, they paled in comparison to the performance he was displaying on stage.
"He's amazing!" The girl next to me announced to her friend. She was holding her phone up, seemingly recording the show.
"I know! His voice is incredible!" Her friend replied, her gaze fixated on Yamato.
They weren't the only ones who were fascinated; a couple of other people had their phones and cameras out and were snapping and filming away. My own passion taking over, I found myself taking a few pictures of Yamato using the camera on my phone, although most of them turned out underexposed and out of focus. I regretted not having my SLR camera on me.
Still, seeing him in this new light, and watching everyone else admire him, it was rather sexy. It was clear this was what he desired, what he was born to do.
As he sung the final lyrics and his gentle guitar playing faded out, the audience broke into applause. I joined in, whistling and cheering loudly. Yamato broke into a wide grin when his eyes caught mine for a brief moment. I envisioned rushing up on stage, kissing him wildly, claiming him as mine once and for all. The repercussions no longer mattered.
Sadly, that blissful bubble instantly burst when a heavy arm slipped across my shoulder. I didn't have to look to see who it belonged to.
Fuck.
Takumi moved to my side, his arm still wrapped around me. I watched numbly as Yamato breathed his thanks down the microphone before he headed off stage, allowing the host to step back out and introduce the next act.
"I forgot just how captivating his voice was." His hot breath tickled against my cheek. "No wonder why you wanted to see him perform."
I thought I had been so careful by not telling a single soul I was going to SuperDeluxe, yet somehow Takumi had found out. Or he had known all along. Either way, he now knew I had lied to him.
"It's Takumi!" An excited voice gasped, the same girl who had been gushing over Yamato.
Takumi's grip on me tightened.
"I'm really not in the mood for this," he sighed into my ear.
As he started to usher us towards the exit, I saw a flash of golden hair out of the corner of my eye. Yamato was making his way over to us. It wasn't until he called out Takumi's name that we stopped walking. Takumi chuckled as he removed his arm from me, readying himself for a showdown as Yamato continued to approach us, a determined glimmer in his eyes. He stopped when he was barely inches away from us.
Yamato's intentions seemed unclear, until his face started to move towards mine. I recoiled in horror, only to realise my reaction had been unnecessary when Yamato gripped onto Takumi's upper arm and forced their lips together. Takumi's green eyes instantly widened. Time seemed to slow down for a moment, blurring everything, like a photo out of focus, until Takumi placed a hand on Yamato's chest and pushed him back, a dark frown on his face, as if asking 'what are you playing at?'
There was a mysterious grin tugging on the corners of Yamato's flawless face as he locked eyes with the black haired singer.
"Stop playing these pointless games, Takumi. You know no one else can make you cum like I do," Yamato said, his tone low and sultry. He winked at the black haired devil before he walked off, hips swaying in a hypnotising rhythm. Takumi's tongue traced along his lower lip as he watched Yamato disappear into the masses.
"The fuck?" I found myself growling, a crushing sensation squeezing my abdomen. Before I could rationalise what had actually happened, Takumi grabbed me by the wrist and dragged outside. Once we were out on the pavement, he flagged down a taxi and asked the driver to take us back to the Park Hyatt.
Takumi was strangely quiet, occasionally peering at his phone, then looking out the window. His hand remained clasped around my wrist the entire journey. I wondered if he could feel my body trembling? Seeing Yamato kiss him, it had set something off inside me. Jealously. I couldn't understand why Yamato had done that, knowing full well that someone could have caught the moment on camera. It was interesting that Takumi had pushed him away as well. Clearly he hadn't anticipated it- he hated being caught off guard.
The minute we set foot into the hotel suite, Takumi marched straight over to the minibar and grabbed the bottle of rum and poured out a generous measure into an empty glass. He brought it up to his lips with no hesitation. After downing it, he then turned to face me, a serious glimmer in his eyes.
"Pretend I'm him," Takumi said. "I want to know how you fuck him."
I suddenly felt light headed. Envisioning someone else during sex, most people were guilty of it. I'd done it on several occasions with other people, but no one had ever requested me to do it. Still, as it was Takumi, I decided to play along.
Imagining the blond haired beauty was stood in front of me, I strolled up to him and grabbed him by the forearm, pulling him up against my body, my lips pressing firmly against his. He moaned in approval, grasping at my t-shirt, tugging eagerly at the material. Taking a step back, I removed my shirt then reached for his, pulling it up and over his head. Soon his jeans and underwear were off and my lips were trailing down his chest, tongue tracing along the pronounced definition of his abs, before reaching their intended destination. He purred as his arousal slid into the heat of my throat.
"God, that's good," he soon groaned, fingers wrapping firmly around my hair, his legs trembling, barely supporting him. He was already on the brink.
Moving my mouth away, I licked my lips as I stood up, then grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him to the bed, forcing him down onto the mattress. Pulling down my jeans and underwear, I straddled him, wetting my fingers, teasing his lower entrance. Takumi panted heavily, like a wild animal, begging for me to enter him. I liked him like this. He rarely let me be on top during sex. He preferred to tie me up, blindfold me, spank me as he slid in and out of me. Control was his thing.
I shuddered as I glided into his tight warmth, my fingernails digging into his thighs. My thoughts were soon all over the place, confused by memories of Yamato.
"That's right, fuck me good."
Quickening the pace, I bit down hard on his shoulder, partly breaking the skin. He let out a low sigh of pain and continued to rock his hips back and forth whilst I suckled on his bruised flesh. Was I usually this rough with Yamato? I didn't think so. I was just channelling all my anger and frustration out on the singer, yet Takumi seemed to be loving every minute of it; his hands grasping my backside, encouraging me to go deeper.
The aftermath was messier than usual, and for a few seconds, it felt like I was hyperventilating.
"I wonder if Matt would be down for a threesome?" Takumi spoke his thoughts out loud as I rested my head on his sweaty chest, his heartbeat still racing from his climax.
"He's such a tease," Takumi sighed as he shut his eyes. As he drifted off into his own personal thoughts, I reflected back on the kiss. I still couldn't get my head around as to why Yamato had done it, and so boldly as well.
Takumi soon climbed out of bed and walked, somewhat unsteadily, to the bathroom. I winced at the unsightly bite marks and scratches that I had left on his skin. His make-up artists were going to hate me.
Stretching out across the bed, Takumi's ringtone, started to sing out. Looking over at his phone rattling against the bedside table, I felt a heavy wave crash down on me when I saw that it was Yamato's name was flashing up on the display.
Moments later, Takumi stepped back into the room, still naked, and grabbed his phone from the bedside table. He placed it to his ear before he disappeared back into the bathroom.
Takumi stayed in there for the next several minutes. I could hear his voice from behind the door, but not clear enough to hear his words. Resisting the urge to stand up and press my ear up against the wood so I could eavesdrop, I gazed up at the ceiling then closed my eyes.
Eventually, he stepped back out. I sat up, my lips parting as I went to ask him why Yamato had contacted him.
"I'm going out," he announced before I could get my words out.
Frustration crept across my skin, the heat irritating my flesh, like a rash.
"But your first gig is tomorrow," I stated. It was the first time I had ever questioned his late night outings, maybe because I already suspected who he was going to see this time.
Tearing his gaze away from his phone screen, a flash of lightning sparked in his eyes as they locked with my own, accompanied by a thunderous expression that had abruptly darkened his face. For the first time ever, without him even having to touch me, I felt intimidated by him.
Without saying another word, he threw on his clothes and left the suite.
Once the door had shut, a text flashed up on my screen from Yamato.
I really wished I hadn't read it.
I'm sorry, but I can't let him hurt you.
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Song lyrics (At the beginning of the chapter)
Martin Garrix, Dua Lipa - "Scared to be Lonely"
D-Angel: Arrrgh, Yama, what are you playing at?! Things are definitely heading down a dark route, that's for sure.
By the way, sorry about how long this chapter actually was. I guess there was a lot of vital plot stuff to try and cram in, lol, and I may go back and edit this one at a later date. Either way, the ending is near. Less than 5 chapters to go I predict. The next one should be finished by around July / August :)
See you all again soon!
D-Angel
26/06/18