Sup friends. I just wanna apologize for the slow-ish start. I have a tendency to start my stories a bit slow and then really get into them as it unfolds. Please be patience with me. I appreciate it very much!

This is story idea that came up while I was chit-chatting with my cousins in our writing group thang we have. I was really intrigued and decided to give a try. Please, let me know what you think. Thank you.

01: Surprise

Red painted lips parted sensuously as his warm palm slid up her slender thigh. Lifting her leg, he wrapped her flesh around his waist, snaking his other arm securely around her lean back. His mouth assaulted her silken nape like that of a beast, starving for years, thirsty for lust's insatiable sustenance. So enthralled with his hunger, he felt the binds of duty unraveling like the threads of his patience. Long, scarlet nails sunk into an ocean of black hair, fastening their grasp with mounting heaps of ecstasy. A slick, pink tongue escaped her ruby laced lips and dampened the dryness they experienced from the overwhelming sensation he stirred within her.

Their hearts pounded in perfect harmony to the storm raging just outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom. The lightening flashed across the grey cloud-kissed velvet of the night in anxious restlessness. The roaring of thunder echoed the love and passion their bodies were bathed in. His teeth sunk into the softness of her lobe and tugged, as his tongue dipped into her teasing and toying. The veil of hot breath and the breath of his heavy, sensational cologne stole the air from her lungs and weakened her knees.

"I have to have you," he growled huskily into her ear, his voice low and eager. Incapable of surrendering to his conscience any longer, he led her back, clawing at the material that shielded her essence from him.

The woman hissed as her naked back collided with the icy glass of the window. Her skin imprinted upon the polished sheen. As his strength fueled impatience tore the final remnants of her skirt from her body, she slid her palms up his chest and pulled the parted edges of his black silk shirt off his broad shoulders. Lifting her small chin and her Scotch-glazed eyes, she smiled. "I need to feel you," she replied, long lashes flickering to his deliciously shaped mouth. Leaning forward she kissed him aggressively, wrapping her arm around his neck. Their lips spread and their tongues fought against one another—a dip, a parry, and finally the surrender. Groaning into the masterpiece that was her taste, he grabbed the lace at her waist and ripped it from her. With a flick of a wrist, it went flying over him to lie, lonely and forgotten, upon the bedroom floor. "Take me… please. I must feel you…" she pleaded into him.

Digging his fingers into her petite waist, he heaved her further up the window and bowed his head to watch her skillfully unfasten him with one hand. When she dipped her hand into the black Armandy briefs that caged him, he sucked in a breath of pleasure. Fingers like a siren's cursed touch, sent ripples of unbelievable pleasure to every core of his body. It was as if he was being touched for the very first time—the sensitivity, the way he throbbed within her palm, the unbearable eagerness that was driving him mad—like an adolescents first taste of lust.

She led him to her flower. As their bodies unified as one, he raised his black, ravenous eyes to her and held her gaze with a ferocity that she never realized had existed deep within the dungeons of his heart. Her tight walls pulled the length of him deeper and deeper until she swallowed him whole. The duet of their pleasure was like that of a symphony from heaven. Further entwining themselves—her hands around his neck and back, his holding her waist and thighs, mouths crashing like waves against the cliffs of savagery—they released their pent up feelings for one another in this one moment.

His dance became rugged and violent, her need urgent and voracious. Moisture fell from her thighs, drenching his clothing and flesh. Drip, drip, drip, like a faucet, their sins fell staining the carpet under their wanton bodies. The peak of ecstasy became more intense, a pressure of explosion threatening detonation boiled inside both of them. Her nails penetrated his flesh further, while his teeth drew blood from the smooth curve of her skin. Sweet and untamed she screamed, quivering with climax into the storm as he spilled himself within the caverns of her femininity.

The storm grew fiercer as the night went on. Many hours after their tryst, he awoke with an excruciating thirst. Sitting up, he looked at the wondrous creature beside him. She slept soundly, with a subtle hint of a smile upon her lips. Grinning with self-satisfaction, he carefully peeled the black sheets off his body and crawled off the bed. Finding his jeans on the floor, he slipped into them and zipped it up, leaving the buttons undone.

Ren strode out of the bedroom and meandered down the hallway towards the kitchen. He passed the living room and cringed as the flashes of luminescence filled his lavish apartment. So tolerant of the darkness of the night, his naturally blue pupils refused to acknowledge the pesty brightness. Upon reaching the darkened comforts of the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and fetched a bottle of water. Twisting the cap, he leaned against the black granite counter beside the fridge and drank greedily.

The actor pondered the past six months of his life. He had ended up confessing his love to Kyoko, more out of sheer frustration of her growing friendship with that Fuwa bastard and fear of losing her to him. The biggest shock for the handsome celebrity was that she had felt very similar, but never believed herself worthy of his affections. That was an insecurity that Ren laid to rest almost immediately. They spent the past few months building their relationship with one another. He showed her how deeply his affection and desire for her ran, in the process creating a trust and bond with her unlike any he had ever experienced before. But he had to tread cautiously nonetheless. She was inexperienced and uncertain when it came to the matter of love.

As they spent more and more time together, especially alone, their sexual tension also began to mount. He had wanted her so badly and for so long. Ren had started noticing similar antics in his girlfriend whenever they were together. The way she would find an excuse to touch him. How lively she became when they kissed and how much she wanted to push her comforts when they had the opportunity to do so. Then there was tonight…

Ren always saw Kyoko as a gorgeous woman, but tonight was a different story entirely. It was their first public appearance together as a couple, a fundraising gala hosted and organized by LME's president. The strapless red gown that Kyoko wore to the event took his breath away in ways he didn't think possible. They spent most of the evening teasing each other, either with sneaky salacious smiles and stares, or the occasional brushing of skin. Ren couldn't stand it any longer. He needed to have her. Thank goodness that she had felt similarly.

Exhaling with pleasant fulfillment, he finished the rest of his water and then carefully placed the empty bottle beside the sink. Life was very good right now. Tsuruga Ren finally had everything that he had ever wanted. He only hoped that Kyoko felt the same way.

Feeling a strain in his neck, he exited the kitchen and began to head back down the hallway when he heard a knock at his door. Startled by the noise, Ren glanced to the clock on the stereo system in the living room on his way to the door. It was two in the morning. Who in their right mind... he thought bitterly. Another knock echoed as the actor approached the door. Too exhausted to think of looking through the peephole, he unlocked the door and swung it open.

The figure on the other side stopped his heart and drained the air from his lungs. Ren could feel a lump forming in the pits of his throat. Fingers tightened around the doorknob as perspiration appeared on the back of his neck. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said rudely, yet quietly so as not to awake Kyoko.

The man standing before Tsuruga Ren was dressed in loose fit denim jeans with a plain black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was of identical height and build as the actor. The man had lengthy blonde hair and eyes as green as grass on a perfect spring day. Over his shoulder, hung a strap for what looked like a simple black backpack.

"Now, now. Is that any way to greet your older brother?" The stranger barked with a smirk.

"Hmph, do you have any idea what time it is?" Ren snapped ignoring the remark.

"Sure," the blonde answered. "It's a quarter 'til four years, Ren. Don't you think it's about time we patched shit up?"

"Bullshit, Kuon," Ren quipped feeling his aggravation boiling. Glancing over his shoulder down the dark hallway, he realized that he didn't want to risk Kyoko meeting his sibling. Not like this. He stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him. "How the hell did you get up here?"

"Look Ren," Kuon pushed, ignoring the question entirely. "I know that you and I aren't square, but I really need a place to crash for the night. Just one fucking night, brother. I'll leave in the morning and you'll never have to see me again."

Ren shook his head adamantly. "No. I haven't seen you in years and now you just show up out of the blue? Whatever mess you're in, I don't want any part in it."

"Please, Ren. I promise, I'm not in any shit. I just need a place to fucking sleep. I pissed off my girlfriend and she kicked me out, okay?"

"Hmph, figures," Ren scoffed.

"What, Mr. Big Shot Actor can't spare his sibling a single fucking night, less than that even? Are you too good for me?"

Licking his lips, the actor sighed. "I'm tired, Kuon. Go somewhere else."

"I don't have anywhere else to go, Ren."

Thinking of Kyoko, Ren couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be a mistake. His brother, who was only older than him by a few minutes, was nothing but trouble. Apart from having a criminal record, he was known to be a harsh womanizer. The mere idea of having him around the love of his life made his skin crawl. But… He was family after all. What would his father do, Ren pondered?

"It's less than a night. I'll find my own place tomorrow." Kuon pushed.

"Can you even pay for it?" Ren replied irritated.

"Yes. I can actually. I found some very well-paying work. Just a bit difficult to find a place at two in the morning."

The actor exhaled loudly, clearly voicing his agitation with this whole situation. Quietly, he opened the door and allowed his brother passage. "You're on the couch. I'll get you a blanket," Ren said as he closed and locked the door. "Don't fucking touch anything."

Kuon nodded with a small victorious grin. He strode down the small hallway to the living room and sat down on the couch, taking in his surroundings the entire time. He was blown away by the amount of luxury that his sibling was living in. Ren really hit the jackpot of success. Must get laid like a fucking madman, Kuon thought enviously.

"Here," Ren mumbled as he walked back out to the living room. He tossed the heavy black Korean blanket to the blonde. "When you wake up, don't make any noise and just leave."

"What no breakfast service?" Kuon jested as he slipped out of his jacket and draped it over his bag, which rested against the couch on the floor. Seeing his brother roll his eyes, he snickered. "It's a joke. You have a woman over or something?" he added half-heartedly.

Ren clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. "Just leave early, okay?"

Kuon stood up to full length and scrutinized the celebrity. "Must be serious. Do mom and dad know?"

"Goodnight, Kuon." Without another word, Ren turned about and retreated into his bedroom.

The blonde sat down on the couch and sneered. The idea that Tsuruga "Perfect" Ren had found his lady love was a very intriguing notion. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the young woman for being drawn to someone who had such a huge stick up his ass. Oh well, none of my business, Kuon thought as he lay back onto the couch and closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Ren slipped back into bed and looked over at his companion. The unease only intensified, making his heart race and his mouth run dry again. Lying down, he cuddled up to Kyoko and slid his arm around her waist. Pulling her against him, he bathed in the comfort of her warmth and forced himself to fall asleep.

"Ugh…this is bullshit," Kuon complained as the dawning sunlight hit his eyes. Grunting with irritation, he tossed and turned away from the intruding luminescence. Shutting his eyes he tried to force himself to go back to sleep, but was failing horribly. Sighing with defeat, he pulled himself up and kicked his feet off the couch. Reaching up, he scratched a small itch on his chest and then pushed into a stance.

Throwing his arms up, he stretched out the kinks in his sore bod. Leaning down, he grabbed his jacket and tossed it onto the couch. Then he fetched a couple items from the front pocket. Slipping them into his back pocket, he slowly meandered towards the glass sliding doors. He quietly hit the latch, stepped outside and closed the door behind him. The ice cold cement was a welcome relief on his bare feet. Kuon walked up to the white staccato balcony and rested his arms along the top. As he admired the view, he blew a small whistle, thoroughly impressed by the sight.

The sunrise could be seen between two tall towers in the city. The light washed over all of Tokyo and the wind was sweet and crisp with fresh scent of rain. As the cars bustled and people strode off to start their day, there was a sort of comfort, a feeling of life that just felt utterly calming. Shaking his head at the amount of wealth that it took to live in such a place, Kuon felt a deep rooted distaste for his brother starting to brew, one that he had not felt in many years.

Pulling his hands back, he fetched the pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket. Taking out one of the slim white cigs, he slipped it in between his soft lips and tossed the carton atop the balcony. After lighting it, he took a long drag and relished the relaxing sensation of the nicotine flowing through his body. Closing his eyes, he raised his chin and allowed the wind to comb out his messy blonde hair.

"This is some life you've got, brother," Kuon spat bitterly as he took another drag. Dropping his head, he looked around and saw that there was a second patio not too far off to the right. Must be a bedroom patio as well. The twin thought. Lucky sonofabitch.

Kuon soon fell into long lost thoughts of the past couple of years of his life, the hell he had endured in prison, and the constant spite from his family. He imagined that his dearly beloved sibling must have had the typical love and admiration from everyone that he had always had. Tsuruga Ren, too damn good for his own good. Kuon flicked the ash into the wind and chuckled as he contemplated Ren's one and only deep, dark secret. The sibling knew that if this secret ever came to light, everything that Ren held dear would fall apart.

"Only if they ever believed me," he muttered quietly. After finishing his cigarette, he squished it out upon the white balcony and the flicked the bud out into the world, where it was carried away by the breeze. Kuon grabbed the carton and slipped it back into his pocket with the lighter. Sighing heavily, he stretched his neck one more time and silently sneaked back into the living room.

He grabbed his bag off the ground and stuck the carton of cigs into the front pocket along with the silver lighter. Dropping the bag back to the floor, he fetched his shirt off the edge of the couch from beneath the jacket and hung it over his shoulder. Then he headed down the dark hallway in search of a bathroom. The first door he found was a ways down and on the left. Opening it up, he saw that it appeared to be a guest bedroom.

"Motherfucker, can't even spare a bed for me hu?" Kuon's brows furrowed with anger. He closed the door and moved onto the next door, which wasn't much farther down but on the right side. As he grabbed the gold knob, he could hear sounds echoing down the hallway from the door at the very end of the bedroom. Turning his head towards the sound, he listened silently.

The familiar sounds of sex made the Hizuri duplicate grin from one dimpled cheek to the next. So, he does have a woman over. Snickering with a sadistic satisfaction, Kuon gave his attention back to the door. Swinging it open, he was happy to see that it was indeed the bathroom he sought.

Kyoko awoke as the sun filtered into the large bedroom. Carefully she turned onto her back and smiled when Ren's arm tightened around her waist. Shifting her head to the side, she looked upon his sleeping face and felt her cheeks ache with a broader smirk. He was breathing so calmly, pieces of long ebon strands draped over his face, shadowing his complexion erotically. A small sizzle tickled her spine. Licking her lips, the actress rotated once more so she could mirror her beau. Slowly, Kyoko slid her knee in between his legs and shivered when the heat of his body warmed her up. Unable to resist the urge, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Strong fingers pressed into the small of her back, pulling her naked form against him. She gasped into his mouth and he grinned. Ren lightly teased her tongue before pulling back. "Good morning, beautiful."

A surprised Mogami slipped her hands around his neck and gawked at him with her jaw dropped, making him laugh. "I should've known you'd be awake." Pulling him back in for another kiss, the woman couldn't help the butterflies flittering in her tummy at the feeling of his excitement against her flesh. Deepening the kiss, Kyoko rolled onto her back and tugged him atop her.

Eagerly, Ren moved in between her legs and pressed his chest against her breasts. His left hand snaked beneath the sheet, grasping her thigh as he wrapped her leg around him. Leaving her mouth, he ran his tongue down her slim neck and gently nibbled her shoulder, eliciting a sensuous moan of pleasure from her. "God, you're so sexy," he whispered against her, kissing lower.

Kyoko's nails drowned in his tasseled hair, her back arching as his lips stole her nipple and tugged teasingly. Tenderly grazing her teeth upon her lower lip, she closed her eyes and moaned again.

Ren feathered his fingertips to her inner thigh. He could feel the slight tremble in her figure and felt himself throb with anticipation. Shoving the sheets off their bodies, he continued his exploration of her. Lightly he dipped his tongue into her belly button and snickered when he felt her tug his hair roughly.

Relinquishing his hair, Kyoko stuck her hands beneath her pillow and grabbed handfuls of the sheet. His hot mouth hovered above her most intimate part. Her heart raced as she imagined how delightful it would feel. However, Ren skipped her gem and began to trail kisses along her thigh. He rested her legs upon his shoulder as he sat back, dark eyes falling on her frustrated complexion. Chuckling, he caressed the curves of her calves moving back up and then grabbed her hips. The actor pulled her towards him impatiently, making her cry out with surprise. Without a moment's notice, he pulled her dripping wet flower over his arousal, groaning at the tight fit.

Kyoko's erotic voice resonated along the bedroom walls-her cheeks flushed, and knuckles ghostly white in their secure grasp. She could feel how intensely he dove into her and it drove her made with a pleasurable ache.

As Ren thrusted slow and deep, he kissed her calve. But the deliberate pace was not to be tolerated so early this morning. Sliding her legs off his shoulder, Kyoko reached up and sunk her nails into his shoulder, bringing their mouths into a passionate collision. Ren draped his arm around her body and returned the favor. Breaking the kiss, Kyoko moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "Harder, Ren…"

Laying her back, Ren placed his hands down on either side of her and grinned as he sunk back inside of her as deeply as he could possibly go. Kyoko swallowed him up. The Emperor's hips moved faster and unforgiving in its ravishing of her petite body. Her eyes rolled back and her voice broke into loud, musical whimpers. Leaning down, Ren grabbed a mouthful of breast and sucked her hungrily in tune to the rhythm of their sex.

The peak of her climax was fast approaching. Kyoko clung to him, arms around his neck, legs holding closely about his thighs. The powerful muscles in his legs could be felt against her own. When his fingers found position around her nape, lightly buried in her sweat-drenched auburn hair, she felt another sizzle of arousal pulse through her body. Before she even had the chance to beg for more, Kyoko felt her thighs tighten and her flower explode with heated feminine nectar. A beautiful bliss began to overwhelm her entire body and she screamed in unbelievable pleasure.

Kyoko rolled out of bed and shivered. "It's so cold this morning," she complained cutely. Looking around the room, she found Ren's shirt from the previous night. Grabbing it up, she started putting it on. "I think I'll go make some tea," she continued as her small fingers buttoned up. "Would you like me to start some coffee?"

Too busy admiring the stunning sight of her, Ren hadn't quite processed what she had said. Hefting himself into a sitting position, he continued to deviously gawk at her long, leans legs and rosy red complexion. "I love you so much, Mogami-san."

Raising her head, she smiled brightly and walked over to him. Hopping down in front of him, Kyoko leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the lips. "I love you too, Sempai."

Groaning, he hooked his hand behind her neck and kissed her ardently. "Ugh, the dreaded sempai," he muttered into her mouth, making her giggle.

Kyoko shoved aside the mask of hair and spoke softly. "So, should I start coffee?"

This time the words registered loud and clear, as well as a prompt recollection of the night's events. "Dammit," he voiced in a whisper as he thought of his brother.

"What's the matter?" Kyoko asked, expression taking on a curious look.

"Nothing," Ren lied. He cupped her face and kissed her nose cutely. "Why don't I make the coffee and you can shower first?"

Kyoko glared at him hesitantly. "Ren, is something wrong?"

He knew that after spending so much time with her, it was difficult to bullshit himself out of trouble, but the mere notion of Kuon and Kyoko meeting filled him with murderous dread. He sighed heavily. "You've caught me, I'm sorry."

Kyoko's face filled with fear. "Ren?"

"I don't trust you to make my coffee as strong as I like," he said with utmost gravity that Kyoko couldn't tell if he was jesting or not.

"Um… you look so…serious about it."

"Well, coffee is serious business, Mogami-san," Ren continued. A moment later he began laughing at her. She playfully shoved him and shook her head. But inwardly Ren felt like a complete jerk for lying to his beloved. "I'll start your tea as well, madam." Ren added, bowing his head to her.

Kyoko nodded happily and then hopped off the bed. She skipped towards the master bathroom and closed the door behind her. After her departure, Ren blew an air of relief. Crawling off the bed, he fetched his denim pants. With distasteful thoughts of Kuon, Ren braced himself. Quietly closing the door behind him as he left the bedroom, he began walking down the hallway.

Just as he passed the guest bathroom, the door swung open revealing a fully clothed Kuon. The hair framing his face was lightly damp, along with his cheeks and neck. Ren clenched his teeth and folded his arms across his bare chest. "What are you still doing here?" he asked rudely.

Kuon pushed his brother back so he could exit the lavatory. "Good morning to you too, brother," he barked back. Turning away from Ren, he made his way back to the living room. "Relax Ren, I was just getting ready to leave." Kuon grabbed his leather jacket off the couch's edge. "Can't a guy piss before he leaves? Or would you have me go all over your couch, like some damned dog?"

Rolling his eyes, the actor shook his head. "Look, just get out. I put you up for the night and this is where it ends."

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Kuon walked around the couch and patted his twin on the shoulder. "You must be really worried about me meeting your lady friend." He chuckled as he began to walk to the door. Unlocking it, Kuon stepped out into the hallway before turning back to his sibling. "You never told me how erotic her screams are."

Ren's masked blue eyes narrowed with rage. "Good-bye Kuon." He started to shut the door, but a palm slammed against it, halting the effort. "What now?"

"Out of curiosity, why are you so worried about me meeting her?" Kuon asked, his curiosity brimming into overdrive. "I mean, if she was just some random fuck, I don't think you'd care so much. But it's becoming rather obvious that she must be rather important to you."

Ren swallowed, but didn't allow any of his discomfort to be known to the bratty blonde.

"But, even if she is important to you, you must not feel very secure in your relationship with her. Are you afraid I'm going to swoop in and steal her?"

Ren remained silent, but his glare intensified ounce for ounce. It would be a lie to say that Kuon wasn't guilty of doing such a thing in the past. In fact, it was almost a regular occurrence. But none of those immature women could ever compare to Mogami Kyoko.

"Hmph," Kuon scoffed. "I already know you don't trust me, but I guess that means you don't trust her either. Otherwise you wouldn't be so damn paranoid, right?"

Ren stepped out into the hallway, closing the space between them, and lowered his voice. "You're right, she is someone special to me, very special to me. And I trust her with my life. I know very well that she'd never leave me, especially for someone like you. But I also know the kind of low-life piece of shit that you are, Kuon. So, with that said…" Ren stepped back into his apartment, feeling a great sense of accomplishment at the visible ire that washed over his brother. "I never want to see you here again. If you need anything, you have Father who might be willing to help you." Ren slammed the door shut and locked it tight.

His fingers curled into a fist upon the white wood. Dropping his head, he exhaled very slowly, trying to keep his anger in check. A sudden flash from their childhood assaulted the actor's mind, making him gasp with a new realization. No… Ren thought with new found fear. I can't let you anywhere near her…

Well, there's chapter one. Please leave me your thoughts and I'll try and update again soon. Regards.