Author’s Notes: Fear not dearies, I’m taking a break from fierce MP3 downloading to type for you all.. Aww aren’t I nice. Songs I downloaded today: ‘You’- Hamasaki Ayumi ‘Sailing Away for My Dreams’- Fence of Defense, B’TX OP ‘Boku no Ikkita’- Fence of Defense, B’TX ED Anti-Nostalgic- Konya Kitani, Gravitation Itsuka Tenshi ni Nareru- Magic Knight Rayearth- Ryuuzaki Umi song Anata Dake Mitsumeteru- Ooguro Maki- Slam Dunk ED Gluhen- Weiss Kreuz Piece of Heaven- Weiss Kruez ‘Dreams’- Gundam X OP Ok, so someone asked me if I was inspired by Fake. Yes. I think I mentioned this earlier that Fake was an influence. LOL. Only one person got the 27th Precinct reference. I can’t believe it! Oh well. I was reading volume 3 of Fake around the same time I was thinking I wanted to do another AM fic. Ok, so everyone was all like, awwwww ..angsty ending to chapter 8. Don’t worry darlings. And as I mentioned in Duet...citrus ahead. This chapter is dual dedicated. To shin-no-shibo: Gossiping bout Aoshi-sama was fun. Definitely let’s do it again. Here’s my version of Aoshi-sama the Leather God. To dacrayZblaze1- Here they go, now you take note and follow my pleas!!!!!! ******************************** Chapter IX: Leather and Lace “Once again thank you Detective Shinomori. Without your help we would have never caught the stalker.” the middle aged woman in a gray business suit said smiling. Aoshi registered her words with only mild interest, but nodded a reply. His latest case, a model being stalked, had closed an hour earlier as the suspect was apprehended. The perpetrator had been a neighbor obsessed with a young model, Misanagi something. He hadn’t bothered to remember her name. Everyone at the precinct had noted Aoshi’s behavior was strange, even for him. He was, if possible, quieter and moodier. No one would say it to his face but the cause of his stagnant behavior was pretty obvious. He missed Misao. Shrugging at the collar of his beige trench coat he turned and left the studio, preferring to walk back to the precinct. He’d been doing that a great deal the past few days. Walking, thinking, regretting. The way he had handled things with Misao was cowardly. There was no way around it, he had been running away from her in a sense. The hands that trembled slightly touching him, the voice that always called out to him, eyes that always searched his right to the soul, she was always there. Even now he could just picture her by his side talking about something trivial and smiled up at him. But she wasn’t here. He had pulled her closer and pushed her away. He couldn’t blame Misao for her actions. He knew how she felt, yet still played with her feelings unconsciously, drew her in and then pushed her away time and time again. He was ashamed of his actions. He deserved this loneliness, this remorse and yet all he could think of was her. **************************************** Misao scratched her stomach as she lay sprawled on her couch in her black fleece pajamas. Absent-mindedly flipping through channels she sighed and closed her eyes. It had been five days and she still couldn’t get him out of her mind. No matter what she did he was always on her mind. She should be mad at him right? For kissing her one minute then being cold the next. Acting like he had no feelings for her yet she knew he had some type of feeling. “Damn indecisive man. He really pisses me off!!!” she yelled out loud, flopping over onto her back and crossing her arms. Her brows furrowed. “I hope he’s doing okay without me...wait. Damnit why do I even care? I’m mad at him. He didn’t want a partner so he’s getting his stupid wish. Baka. Baka baka baka baka!!!” She sighed sadly. No matter how mad she was, she would always unconsciously think of his well-being. Even angry she still worried about him. Would he be okay, how was he dealing with all this? Did he even care? Misao began kicked the seat cushion of her couch while scowling. “Why am I so frickin hopeless?!!!!!” The sound of the phone ringing caused her to cease her actions. “Moshi moshi? Okon-san, what’s up?” “Misao-chan...we all think you should come back to work soon.” Okon said, attempting to hide ther nervousness in her voice. “Why? Has something happened?” Misao asked concerned. Was there some huge case they needed her for? “Aoshi-san’s acting too weird! Please come back and fix whatever happened! Seriously, even Hiko-sama’s weirded out by it. He swears that Aoshi-san keeps placing files over onto your desk as if you were there to read them. Everyone’s worried so can you please come back asap?!” Misao frowned and humphed. “I will not. His behavior is his problem, not mine!” “But Misao-chan!” “No buts, Okon-san, now if you’ll excuse me I was in the middle of something, goodbye!” Misao said clicking the phone off. Tossing it to the other side of the couch she once more crossed her arms and tapped her foot against the couch cushion. “I am not going to feel bad for him, I am not not not notttttttttttt.....” She glanced over to the TV as a preview for the news came on. “Tonight on the ten o’clock news the weekly weather forecast, interview with author Ruriko Ken, and your look at the happenings for the weekend, including a performance by Buck Tick coming up at Ash-ra.” Misao blinked. Buck-Tick, Aoshi’s favorite band. She wondered briefly if he would attend the show, but then doubted it. Ash-ra was a gothic-esque club were the dress consisted of black and red. While he did have the cold, withdrawn personality Misao could not see Aoshi frequented that type of club. Still....Ash-ra had been her favorite club to visit in her high school days when they had 18 and under night, and she had become quite a B-T fan. “Hmm...not like I have anything else to do that night and the owner does like me.” she murmured, nibbling on her thumbnail. She wasn’t sure if Aoshi would be there or not. Well if he was he was, if he wasn’t then there was no problem. “Stop being silly Misao. Aoshi-sama wouldn’t go a club like Ash-ra. Go and get out of this apartment!!!” she yelled to herself. And with that she hopped up off the coach and marched into her bedroom. Luckily for her she could still fit into most of her clothes from high school, which she was pleased to know fit more snugly around her chest. Sorting through her closet she went to task to find just the right outfit. Her fingers brushed over the black material and she smiled. “Now for the right shoes!” ***************** Mayonaka Aya looked around the crowded club in the dim red toned light from her seat at the bar as she toyed with the straw in her drink, a screwdriver with a splash of pineapple juice. Her long blue hair was piled up and held in place by a black clip as her violet eyes glanced at the dance floor. She wore a blue satin Chinese style bodice with darker blue dragons on it and a form fitting black skirt. Everything was going well. The club was packed and she had gotten Buck-Tick to play. It was enough to make any club owner content. At twenty-nine she’d made a name for herself and made her club one of the premiere spots of Tokyo. She smiled as she caught sight of a familiar face. “Misao-chan!” she called out. She saw Misao turn and smile and walk over to her. “Aya-san, quite a crowd tonight.” Misao murmured, ordering a pina colada. She wore a sleeveless shimmering black tank top, black nylon sleeves leather shorts, tall black leather boots and a thin violet-black sleeveless trench coat. Her hair was piled half up in a braided bun, the rest trailing loose. Probably the biggest difference was that she was wearing makeup. Soft black eyeliner and lavender eyeshadow accentuated her sea foam blue eyes and shimmering soft coral lipstick coated her lips. “Thanks, and my my Misao-chan. You certainly look quite the little leather fairy. Here for the concert?” Aya asked, leaning against the bar. Misao nodded and took her drink from the bartender. “I kind of became a big fan overnight. My partner loves them. They’re his favorite band.” she murmured, then frowed. ‘Bad Misao! No thinky of Aoshi-sama!’ her mind scolded. Aya smirked. “Is that so? Yes, I heard you’re a cop now. How interesting. I remember having to break up a couple brawls you were in. My how things change. Say, did you ever see that guy again? The one you were so in love with back then?” Misao scowled. “He’s my partner.” Aya’s eyebrows quirked up. “Ah, all not well in love’s paradise?” she asked. Misao glared at her and sipped her pina colada. “Hardly. I don’t want to talk about it. So what’s new with you, Aya-san? Get married yet?” Misao asked with a teasing grin. It was a running joke between them. Back before she left Kyoto, Misao joked that she expected Aya to be married by the time she returned for good since Aya used to always complain she was never going to get married. If anyone had worse luck with men than Misao, it was Aya. The lighting turned from red to a faint violet as the music stopped. “Ah, Misao-chan, that’s my cue. You may want to get in there to get a good spot.” “Nah, I’m content to watch from here for now.” Misao said, waving her hands. Aya shook her head and headed for the stage. Misao gulped down more of her pina colada as she swivelled the stool around to face the stage, crossing one leg over the other. As the band came on stage blue light was added to the violet giving the room an ethereal glow as the first chords of ‘In Heaven’ began. And Misao frowned because she still thought of Aoshi. ‘Damnit, why do I keep thinking of him? It’s like my heart won’t let my brain push him out. I can’t forget him no matter what I do. He’s everywhere, I see those eyes everywhere. Why do I have to love you so much, Aoshi-sama?’ Her thoughts were interrupted by a slurping noise. Looking at her glass she noticed she had drank all her pina colada already. Shrugging she set the glass down and hopped of the stool, heading for the dance floor to join the crowd. Misao was having a hard time getting through the crowd. She could feel the pulse of the music against her own pulse as she stood close to the stage now totally absorbed into the music, yet every word, every lyrics made one thing scream through her mind. As the introduction to ‘Gessekai’ began Misao began to sway along with everyone else to the slow, languid beat. Her eyes closed as she let the song fill her mind as she moved to the beat. Suddenly she felt shivers down her spine and snapped her eyes open. Turning her head as she continued to move to the music her body suddenly went still as her gaze met ice blue eyes. She gulped as she looked him over. He was wearing tight-fitting leather pants, a black button-up shirt with four of the buttons undone leaving little of his chest to the imagination, a think black cord choker, and a black leather trench coat. She knew she looked still with her mouth hanging open, but dammit, he looked unbelievably sexy! He made his way towards her slowly and all Misao could do was breathe. Aoshi had been debating on whether he wanted to go to Ash-ra or not, but finally decided to go. It was better than sitting at home and sulking. He felt like he was going crazy all over again, but in a frustrated way and he could now finally admit why. He missed Misao terribly. At work after reading over a file he would absent-mindedly place it on her desk, or glance up and expect to see her tapping a pencil or to hear the creaking on her chair only to have neither. He didn’t know when it had happened, but somehow he came accustomed to her presence so much that he felt lost without her there by his side. Now she was here right before him, looking so beautiful. He looked down into her eyes as she looked up to him, both silently studying the other. Misao couldn’t speak, all words dying in her throat as she watched his gaze flick up the stage. She followed his gaze and then gasped softly, feeling his arms wrap around her waist from behind as he pulled her against him, swaying to the beat as she had been. She felt her cheeks redden as he lowered his face to rest against head. “Misao, I’m sorry.” he murmured softly, brushing his lips against her ear. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, savoring the moment and feeling all her anger towards him wash away. A drum beat began as songs changed, then shifted into guitar as Misao leaned her head back into his chest. ai no kuni koko wa rakuen ::a land of love this is paradise:: aisuru hito dakishimeau ::embracing my beloved forever:: eien tomo yoberu you na haru ::in an inviting spring:: ai no tochi hana no rakuen ::the ground is love a flower’s paradise:: heiwa ni nare fure tsuzukeru ::where everyone is at peace:: kore ijou nani o motometeru ::more than you could ever want:: Aoshi trailed his lips softly over her neck, breathing in the scent of her perform and burning the sound of each sigh and gasp into his memory. For all his confusion, all his indecisiveness, the moment he saw her in the crowd bathed in blue and violet light the only thing he could think of was that he wanted her. mishiranu machi mishiranu hito ::an unknown town an unknown people:: chi o nagashi kanashimi no me ::blood flows from sad eyes:: koko de wa yume no monogatari ::this place is a dream story:: terebi de wa hitsuu na koe de ::the television is a bitter voice:: makushita teru melodrama ::a non-stop talking melodrama:: kono boku wa karuku namida ::I shed unimportant tears:: nagasu furide me wo fuseta ::and in the rainfall hid my eyes : kami no ko ga koroshiau ::::the childish gods are killing each other:: ai no sono ::in a garden of love:: kono ore wa shiran kao de yume wo miru ::while I’m dreaming of an unknown face:: Misao turned in his embrace to face him, grasping at his shoulders as she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his softly, as if to test it out. Their previous kisses had been great, but the motivations weren’t. She wanted this kiss to be mutually wanted. She felt him place a hand at the nape of her neck and pulled her into a kiss, which soon deepened as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him as he swept his tongue into her mouth eliciting as moan from her as she felt the felt the hand grasping her waist massage her hip. She could feel her heart slamming against her rib cage and was sure she could feel his as well. She could also feel his hardened arousal pressing against her and her mind was spinning. ai no kuni koko wa rakuen ::a land of love this is paradise:: aishiai nagusameau ::loving and comforting each other:: yoku nita kao ga waraiau ::laughing with a greedy face:: juusei ni fujino yamai ::the incurable disease of a gunshot:: aishiai kizutsukeau ::loving and hurting each other:: sore ijou nani o motometeru ::that’s more than you could ever want:: yasashii chichi mo haha mo ::my gentle father and mother:: moeta daichi kuroi ame ::burned the earth with a black rain:: kono boku wa karuku namida ::I shed unimportant tears:: nagasu furide me o fuseta :: and in the rainfall hid my eyes:: kami no ko ga aishiau ::the childish gods love each other:: ai no sono ::in a garden of love:: kono ore wa shiran kao de yume wo miru ::while I dreamt of an unknown face:: kami no ko ga koroshiau ::the childish gods kill each other:: ai no sono ::in a garden of love:: kono ore wa shiran kao de yume wo miru ::while I stay here with an unknown person:: Aoshi felt her pressed against him and groaned into the kiss. She was driving him mad and he wanted to leave...with her. Now. Breaking apart he stared into her eyes and brushed his lips against her forehead. “Let’s go.” he murmured huskily, his eyes like both ice and fire at the same time as he grasped her hand. Misao mutely nodded up at him as he led her off the dance floor and out of the club. Aya watched the two leave and raised her glass slightly. “About damn time, Misao-chan.” *******************::^^::*************************** Misao groaned softly as she felt Aoshi lightly slam her against his apartment door, trailing fiery kisses down her neck as he shrugged out of his trench coat, tossing it to the floor next to hers along with her nylon sleeves. She ran her fingers through the silky mass of his hair as she dragged his lips back hers. His hands moved to her waist and he grabbed her hips, lifting her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Aoshi...sama...” she murmured between kisses as she felt him lift her away from the door and carry her into his bed room, setting the two of them on the bed where she half sat as he lay over her. She traced her hands over the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and tracing the muscular planes of his chest. Her fingers brushed over the scars marring his tan skin and she had the urge to brush her lips over each one. ‘Later’ her mind whispered as she helped him remove his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Aoshi lifted her forward slightly as his finger grazed across her back before moving to the hem of her tank top and stroking her flesh at the hem before he helped her take it off. She sat up and undid her belt and slipped out of her leather shorts, leaving her clad only in a black lace bra and panties. “Now it’s your turn, Aoshi-sama.” she murmured breathlessly as her hands went to his waist, unzipping his pants and sliding them off of him. Her cheeks reddened as she noticed that he wore nothing underneath the pants. Drawing her close, he cupped one her breasts through her bra and smirked as he heard the sharp intake of breath she made as his other hand traced light circles against over her stomach. She slid her hands over his shoulder blades and placed them on his face, pulling it to hers as she kissed him softly. “Aoshi-sama, please...” she murmured, her eyes burning with passion. “Please what, Misao?” he asked, as unfastened her bra and flung it over his shoulder to the floor. His hand glided over one of her breasts, teasing one of her rosy nipples which caused her to arch beneath him and moan louder. “Please...I need you.” she whispered. No one had ever said that to him before, that they needed him. ‘I need you too, Misao, so much more than you know.’ he thought as he slid off her panties and leaned back to look at her in all her naked glory. “You’re beautiful.” he whispered her pressing his lips to hers urgently and laying over her completely. Misao wrapped her arms around his back as Aoshi positioned himself between her legs, then glanced down at her. “Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes burning into hers. Misao nodded, her eyes softening. “Make love to me, Aoshi-sama.” she whispered. Aoshi slammed his mouth against hers in a dizzying kiss as he thrust into her, and heard her pain filled gasp. He blinked and stared into her eyes, brushed her bangs out of her eyes. “Misao, you were...” “Yes, you’re my first, the only one I ever wanted to be my first.” Aoshi closed his eyes, his nerved wracked with pleasure as he silently nodded. He didn’t want to cause her more pain and thus remained as still as he could until she grew accustom to him. Misao felt the pain begin to disappear and give way to a new feeling. She felt like she burning, in a good way. Wrapping her legs around his waist she bucked upward, encasing him further inside her and caused Aoshi to moan her name. He began to thrust his hips against hers slowly at first, then building in speed as she moaned his name over and over into his ear, her arms clutching at his shoulders tighter and she pressed soft kisses and nibbles against his neck. Aoshi groaned in response to her actions, feeling his control slip more and more as he rested his arms on either side of her head, his face pressed against the side of hers as he nipped her ear lightly. Misao was lost in a sea of sensation as she felt him thrust inside, her body seeming to be completely consumed by him as she felt the pleasure growing and growing, rising to something. His tempo increased as his control faded, and pleasure ruled his senses as he felt himself on the brink. He felt Misao trembling and began moving in deep, long strokes and soon enough he felt her tightening around him, as her fingernails dug into his shoulder. “Ohhhh..ohhh..A...Ao...AOSHI-SAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she screamed as she came, her eyes closing as her back arched out. It was then Aoshi went over the edge, moaning her name loudly and shuddering from the force of his climax. Both were breathing harshly as Aoshi moved off of her, grabbing the comforter and pulling back the covered of the bed from underneath her. He moved to lay down next to her and pulled her into his embrace, pulling the covers over them as he wrapped his arms around her. Misao snuggled against his warmth and closed her eyes, yawning softly as she felt herself succumbing to sleep. “Aoshi-sama, I love you.” she murmured softly before falling asleep in his arms. Aoshi gazed down at her, gently kissing her forehead. He was her first and felt both touched and honored that it was he she had saved herself for. She had not been his first, and yet..... Never in his entire life had he felt such pleasure before as he had with Misao. It had taken him by surprised and caused his to lose his usual stead-fast control. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but for night he was content to know that she was his and he was hers and as he drifted off to sleep he was dimly aware of one thing. He never felt such happiness before as he had with her. ********************** End of chapter 9 Holy crap, that was my first actual lemon. I hope it wasn’t too boring guys, I’m tired and my throat hurts. I hope I’m not getting sick. I refuse to take the Bastard Pink pills again!!! Are you happy now dacrayZblaze1? They FINALLY got it on! Now it’s your turn! So yes, Rakuen’s lyrics are...odd, but the beat is great as is the singing. Actually I was listening to ‘Rakuen’ when I came up with this, it sort of inspired me as it’s got this dark, sexy sound. As do most B-T songs. Now that our couple has done the deed everything’s going to be all peachy? Ehehehehehh...not that simple. What will tomorrow bring for Aoshi and Misao? Will Aoshi regret sleeping with her? Will Misao get mad again? Will the others ever appear again? Will Misao ever stop calling Aoshi Aoshi-sama? Will shin finish Pretty Man chapter 5 yet? Will I just shut up already? Ok ok, so now that you’ve all got your updates this week I can FINALLY SLEEEEEEEP. See I started working on this around 8:30 pm, then kinda got distracted reading, talking to shin online, etc. etc. so that it’s now 1:31 am. It took like five hours to get this chapter done. Procrastination thy name is Silver and I have to work at 11 am so I’ll be going now. Review please and tell me does anyone have anything they particularly wanna see Misao go undercover as? I might actually do it if I like the idea. Eyes keep closing...so sleepy...throat sore... Oyasumi