Title: Can't No One Else Say You're Theirs But Me

Summary: What if Kyoko liked giving Ren the hickey? And what if Kyoko had let Ren give her one in return? She didn't know a mouth's caress could feel like that; he had never known a woman so responsive to his touch. A retelling of chapters 195-196. Spoilers. CainxSetsu, RenxKyoko.

Rating: T+

Characters: Ren T., Kyoko M., Cain H., Setsuka H.

Disclaimer/Letter From The Author: Hey guys! I'm excited to bring you this story. I started watching the live-action with Choi Si Won (omg, Oppa!) and Ivy Cheng, and was so in love I had to stop watching it to reread all the chapters of Skip Beat!. If you haven't seen the live action, you definitely should! I've heard a lot of negative comments about it but I love it. I don't like Super Junior, but I fell in love with Si Won's personality and he plays a Ren that's almost out of my imagination! And even his band mate and co star as Sho is adorable.

Anyways, lots of Skip Beat!, RenxKyoko fics floating in my head. This story, I intend to make no more but three chapters. I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to review! :). But I didn't create Skip Beat! and thus have no ownership over the actual characters. However! Please ask permission before any reuse of any part of this fiction. -Marie Meyers

Part I: Scene I: Kyoko

If she allowed herself to pay attention to the sound of her heart in her ears, she wouldn't be able to prevent her skin from turning dark scarlet.

"Setsu..."

His voice held a gentle tone, part disappointment and part instruction.

"This isn't what one would call a kiss mark...but teeth marks instead."

"Ne...? But you did say you wanted a mark upon your body that was longer lasting. What better, if not teeth marks...?"

"True," Ren, acting as Cain, said slowly. "However, when I said that, this wasn't particularly what I meant. A kiss mark is when you suck strongly, and repeatedly, on the same area of skin until a bruise is formed underneath. It's a way of monopolizing the one you desire."

Kyoko, as Setsu, smiled. "I know." She thought back to her earlier promise of marking him where it could and could not be seen, then of his explanation. "But surely, marking you here again is better? That way everyone else can see that you are mine and mine alone, Niisan."

She straightened herself against him, molding her body against his as she stretched up, bringing her face back down to the side of his neck. Her teeth marks on his skin were red, and Setsu's eyes softened as she gazed at her brother.

"Such a thing as desire and monopoly...even without this kiss mark...Niisan, you're mine, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Don't forget, Niisan...no matter what happens, I'm the one that understands you best, every time..."

His chuckle was faint, but filled with so much warmth and adoration that Kyoko almost NG'ed to ask, unceremoniously, how he could produce such love in his tone when she wasn't the girl he loved, unless he was imagining her secretly? The sound filled her so completely, she tensed a moment to keep from shuddering. Regaining her composure, she listened as he spoke.

"Yeah...as if I could forget that, Setsu."

Her lips brushed against the span of untouched, smooth skin. She kissed him there once, darting out her tongue to gently caress his pale skin as she began to slowly and gently suck at the skin exposed to her. She moved her lips up to tenderly brush against the bruise she'd caused by her teeth, kissing it softly and soothing it with her tongue, before returning her attentions to his unmarked skin, slowly darkening from her ministrations.

She could feel his body shift, feel one hand grip her side loosely and the other travel to her hair. She heard a sigh of contentment as she sucked again, and deep within Setsu, Kyoko's heart stuttered.

In truth, she had never done this before, to any man, and Setsu was no exception. Inside, she was flustered, a mess of heat strokes and stomach knots. This was Tsuruga, Ren, Japan's top male actor, underneath her body with his hands loosely on her, gently guiding her, carefully instructing her how to bruise his skin, and monopolize him.

If she allowed herself to pay attention to the way her heart was hammering in her chest, if she paused to wonder if he felt her heartbeat against his own skin, she wouldn't be able to stop her body from trembling as once again Ren Tsuruga invaded her entire body. His scent, his voice, the feel of his skin under her lips and tongue. The more she touched him, the further and further Setsu receded until it wasn't Setsuka Heel's desires for her brother, but Kyoko's own for her respected senpai.

It was unbidden, the whisper of Kyoko's heart in her ears as she thought, although only for a moment: If only Setsuka and Cain weren't here. If only it was simply them, with no strings attached, and - -

A noise reverberated in her throat and she felt her lips faltering on his skin as her horror at her way of thinking slipped through their scene and almost made her break away. She tried to calm herself, tried to stop the thought before it could go too far. Kyoko felt Ren's fingers tighten on her side and in her hair and she wondered - in panic - if he already knew.

(TBC...)