* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.

THIS CHAPTER ESPECIALLY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. IF IT'S NOT UP YOUR ALLEY, PLEASE LEAVE. Love you guys. Also, this is the first "smut" I've ever written, so don't crucify me if it's terrible.

Chapter 23: Amu's POV:

She turned her head to him just in time to see his eyes ice over with dark resolve. She couldn't help but to shriek when gloved hands pinned her arms to the bed above her head. She looked up to him with wide eyes. She couldn't think coherently, nor could she see anything past the indigo, bottomless orbs that were his eyes.

"I-Ikuto?" She whispered, knowing not to move a single muscle while he was this close.

"I'll kiss you."

Her heart nearly stopped. It's what she'd been asking for, right? Why did she suddenly feel terrified?

Amu kept her eyes trained on his, as if trying to reach through to him. "I-Ikuto, you don't have t—"

"Be quiet," he grunted, his arms keeping hers practically locked to the bed. His head dipped down to her chest and she inhaled, holding her breath.

Why was she so nervous? This is something she had begged for both internally and even to him for years. This is a huge step and all it had took to get here was to make him upset. Amu opened her mouth with the intentions to abate his frustrations, but then she felt his teeth snag hold of the collar of her dress shirt and it shut her up immediately.

"I never commented on it, but you cover up a lot more than how you used to," Ikuto breathed, releasing both of your arms to tug at the faux tie you had clipped to your shirt. "Are you doing it to hide from me?"

"I-Iku—" At first you thought he was going to get up; but instead he ripped the clip right off and ripped at the tie itself until it was long enough for him to then tie your wrists above your head together; attaching you to the bed post behind you. You immediately began to feel the heat that your body had so desperately missed over the years.

"Hm? Answer the question, Amu-chan," he teased, running his now free hands down the sides of her waist.

"I-I'm sorry, Ikuto. You don't h-have to continue any longer," She whispered. Her thighs pressed together and she tried to best to catch eye contact with him with no such luck.

Ikuto traced over the hem of her shirt until he reached a shoulder, using his teeth to gently bite down on her; causing Amu to sigh. "Why? You don't care, remember? I can do whatever I want so long as I'm touching you. Now, answer the question."

His voice was dangerous. The type of deep that could only legally be used in the the bedroom; both rough and sweet, hot and terribly cold all at once. That alone was enough to get Amu going. She tilted her head opposite to his, staring off to a random wall in the room; blood rushing to her face.

"I started to c-cover up so that I could t-touch more of you easily," she thought it was the truth, but he shook his head, sitting up to look her straight in the face.

"Now, now, Amu-chan... You know that isn't the truth—"

"It i-is!" She interrupted. "It hurts to not be able to touch you, Ikuto. The least I can do is make it so that I can to—"

"No, you want me to be able to touch more of you," he cut in, his hands running to her thighs; curling his fingers around the backs of her covered knees." They were getting into the habit of cutting each other off.

Despite knowing that she shouldn't move, her arms pulled a bit at the tie when he began to caress her figure. She shuddered and crossed one leg over the other to tame the fire. But Ikuto wasn't having it.

Ikuto's POV:

He wasn't sure what had gotten into him. At first, it was supposed to be a scare tactic. Now, it's become to difficult to stop. Everything in his being was telling him to touch her; to ruin her and make her his for the rest of her life. His hands groped at every possible curve he could grasp, and although he wanted to just touch her, he paid extra attention to where he grabbed, the cloth and whether the skin was covered.

Noticing her legs squeezed together, he released a devilish smile before carefully prying her legs apart. The soft whine she released in respond definitely caused a jump in his own blood pressure.

"I-Ikuto, please..." Amu begging, her legs fighting his grasp. "I'm on... I'm burning up."

Cute. He smirked and used both of his hands to stroke her inner thighs, pausing once he reached the inner juncture of her thighs to look directly into her eyes; strangely enough causing the pinkette to buck her hips and become rather noisy.

He'd done this many, many times. Seen the scene below him many, many times before. And yet, this felt like his first time. Oddly.

"Amu.. I'm not sure if I can control myself," he huffed, his own body thriving with the emotions she sent to him. His body hummed with an electric heat, and he could taste the delicious cocktail of love and lust that emanated from her.

He looked up to see her, her knuckles white and a sheen on her forehead. He couldn't leave her hanging, he came to decide. He would take care of her in the safest way he could think of.

"Ikuto...?" The soft voice broke him out of his train of thought and he smirked down at her in response.

He didn't answer her, and instead bowed his head until his lips came into contact with her breasts. He should've made her at least take off the bra; but he'll work with what he's got. Gently biting down on the peak of her breasts, his free hand moving from the thigh directly to the center of her heat. The sharp moan that danced along his eardrums made him smile as he gently pushed his finger down along her covered slit. It was then that he hated their situation the most.

"Mmn..." Amu bit at her lip to keep silent as he caressed her. He felt her hips buck a couple times causing him to groan, sitting up abruptly.

"Amu.."

Amu's POV:

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

She could feel nothing else, but pleasure. He'd barely done anything to her and she melted into the bed; into his "embrace". She was sure that this was as good as it was going to get from here on out and that she honestly couldn't ask for anything more. This. This was enough.

"Amu.."

The broken call of her name caused her to look at into his eyes. She stilled.

His eyes, were welled with a fusion of different emotions. None of which she could differentiate other than pain. The heat she felt in her body didn't dissipate but she paused her thoughts long enough to speak to him.

"Ikuto? What's wrong? Are you...?"

"No."

"Are you crying, Ikuto?"

Ikuto's POV:

Immediately lowering his head until he could rest his forehead against her pelvis, he shook his head; wiping away the traitor tears nonchalantly. It was difficult. He'd always felt random bursts of overwhelming despair when thinking about the two of them, but rarely had he thought of it and cried in front of her. And to do so now? Definitely the wrong time. He cleared his throat before he could speak and chuckled heartily. "Crying? Why would I b-"

Before he could finish his lie, he felt the threatening burn in the back of his throat, the beginnings of what felt like thorns poking tauntingly at his hard. He couldn't go through with it without lying and ruining the mood so he instead changed the subject.

"You wore the right kind of pants today, Amu. It would have definitely killed the mood if you'd worn that cursed thick blue fabric I've seen many humans wear."

"You mean... jeans?" Amu asked.

"Whatever," he hummed in response, using his finger to prod at her heat. She squeaked and made attempts to shut her legs around his body. He wasn't having any of it however, and firmly pinched at one of her thighs.

"Ow!" She yelled, jerking her thigh back to where it once was. "What the hel-ahhn..." She gasped and lifted her hips toward the source of her pleasure.

"Found it~" He chuckled, using his finger to press against the swollen pearl he found hidden between her folds. "I wish I could see.." He sighed wistfully, instead using his imagination as he circled his finger around her pearl, every so often moving to gently prod at what felt like the entrance to her core.

"Ahh! I-Ikuto! That... I-I can't...!" He didn't need to look up to know that she had her head tilted back and her lip trapped between her teeth. Her feelings of pleasure caused him to shudder, closing his eyes and licking his own lips to taste the shared emotion that crawled along his own skin. He propped himself up on his elbows before diving down between her folds, taking that same sensitive bud very gently between his lips until he found a secure way to suckle her.

He wasn't able to hear anything after; the amount of pleasure she must've felt in that time overwhelming his own body until he was unable to concentrate. He pulled back after her first wave dissipated, the emotion still rolling strong over him.

Ikuto tilted his head back and ran his hands through his hair until a rough groan pulled through his own lips.

Amu POV:

Relief...

Amu's body shook just slightly after it all. She could barely recall Ikuto untying her and could barely open her eyes to look at him after the deed was done. It was as if all of the energy she'd had been sucked out of her and she had no idea what to do about it.

"Amu..." She heard a soft voice call; penetrating the otherwise thick silence.

"Mm?" She grumbled, curling onto her side and into a ball on her bed.

"I love you."

I love you too, Ikuto...

She couldn't tell if she said it out loud or not, but she knew that this is the happiest night of her life. Despite it being restricted, she wouldn't have traded this first time with him any other way.

She thought that it was all said and done, and that he had managed to leave already. She couldn't tell if it was from her imagination or if he'd stuck around, but his next words brought a flutter into her stomach.

"Tomorrow, it's your turn," he whispered.

Q: So,my New Year's Resolution was to finish this damned story, so expect the next update to be sometime in the near... December 2018. Nah, I kid. I will toy around with different ideas until then, so sorry if the wait is physically painful. Thank you for reading. Please R&R!