Authors Notes: Well not much is really needed except this is a one-shot with no more continuations from it (so don’t even ask for more) and the most important announcement of all:

Happy 21^st Silver-chan! My gift to you! ^_________^

"So, Shinomori-san, what made you quit modeling and get into music?" Came the voice of a woman in a business suit as she stared over at a man in his mid to late 20’s sitting on the opposite side of the table, cigarette between his index and middle finger as he stared emotionless around the place. She’d been assigned by a popular teenage magazine to interview this man, but it seemed he would look more interested in a mass murder than her questions.

"I started to dislike the concept of getting money for selling my body. It made me feel like a male whore, but without the sex." A pair of brown eyes widened behind thick-framed glasses at his honest response.

"Shinomori-san I cannot place that in the magazine, impressionable children read this magazine." Stopping himself from rolling his eyes, the man with glossy jet-black hair with thin wisps falling down his neck and long bangs covering most of his icy green eyes from view, shrugged not giving a damn what she could or couldn’t place in a magazine he didn’t care for. This was his whipped manager’s idea to make him do this, to sell his voice to the teenage population as most were going on his drop dead gorgeous looks which one Shinomori Aoshi despised. As immodest as it seemed he knew he was good looking, he’d been like this in his own teenage years, had turned heads everywhere he walked and had gained a lot of wealth at modeling anything from formal wear to swim wear and even to men’s briefs. He’d pretty much bared everything but his soul to Japan and as time passed it began to bore him so he quit, shocking the entire fashion industry, only to come back and make a stand in the music industry instead.

"Fine, a change in lifestyle is what I needed." He muttered back before taking a drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke up into the air having tilted his head back to do so. The woman nodded happily as she typed on the laptop she had brought with her. A cup of green tea was placed down in front of him by a giddy waitress that instantly knew whom he was before she blushed furiously at his quiet thanks and scampered off.

"Now Shinomori-san, I’m sure all your female fans would be wondering as to whether there is some lucky lady in your life. So are you single or in a relationship?" Parting his lips ready to snap back a ‘none of your fucking business’ but he happened to be distracted from doing so as the corner of his eyes watched three women walk by. A flash of a long braid caught his attention immediately and Aoshi snapped his head in that direction, his eyes growing wide as he watched a short petite woman laugh along with the two females she was walking with as they strolled past the windows of the café and around a corner.

"Misao!" Aoshi muttered aloud and it wasn’t long before he was up on his feet and walking hurriedly towards the door to exit the café and make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Stepping out onto the busy afternoon street, icy orbs darted about the place, not caring that a bunch of fangirls’ were starting to point and squeal as they recognised him. Not seeing the young woman that had passed by anywhere, Aoshi broke into a run as he rounded the corner in the direction she had gone. The area was void of the three women and Aoshi ran a hand throw his silky black bangs and then dropped it to his side. He had felt his heart thumb wildly in his chest but not from the run and more importantly the anxiousness he had sensed at wanting to see Misao again. It’d been so long and just the mere glimpse of a short woman with a long braid made him think it was always going to be Makimachi Misao coming home to him.

"A-Ano…?" Jerking from his thoughts he made contact with a young girl, probably around 12 years old holding a light pink book in the clutches of her pale hands.

"C-Can I have your autograph?" Nodding quietly at the girl he watched her blush darken as she thrust the notebook and pen up and into his face. Quietly signing his name the girl bowed to him before racing off all the while giggling happily. Letting out a sigh Aoshi headed back to the café where a fuming interviewer was impatiently tapping her foot on the tiled floor waiting for his return.

"We had a meeting set up by Hiko-san, Shinomori-san, so it’s not polite to just run out on me like that."

"I understand that, but I thought I saw an old…friend." At the pause in his words she parted her lips ready to ask about this ‘friend’ but Aoshi beat her to it.

"That subject is off limits to everyone so don’t even think about asking questions." After that stone cold remark the rest of the interview went smoothly and before Aoshi knew it he was heading for his car while the woman he’d forgotten the name of briskly headed to the company one she borrowed. His answers had not pleased her at all for they were one sentence answers that got straight to the point and most of them couldn’t be used in the magazine scoop for a lot was honest, brutal and to the point with swear words thrown in as an added bonus. As soon as he got into the car, started it up the car phone was ringing and so he pressed the speakerphone button.

"Moshi, Moshi…" He murmured out loud and frowned at the deep voice on the end.

"A-o-shi-kuuuuuun…" Came his drawled name through the speaker. Rolling his eyes wondering if his manager was drunk, though it was hard to tell since he’d never seen the man sober and so he turned a corner and began talking to his manager of ten years.

"What is it now Hiko?"

"Ooooooooh nothing really, so how was the interview?" Eyes narrowed at that tone as Aoshi knew the man was planning something that he probably wouldn’t like.

"It was fine, now what do you want? I’m on my way home."

"Hot date?" There was chuckling over the phone that made Aoshi grip his steering wheel to the point of nearly ripping it off thanks to the next comment the egotistical long haired over forty year old male said. "Oh that’s riiiiiiiiiiight, you’ve been alone and celibate ever since that little…"

"What do you want Hiko?" Clenching his teeth and cutting the man off from saying anymore, Aoshi’s voice dripped with venom and the promises of revenge.

"Ah I’ve set up a small hour concert for you at the entertainment theatre on Meiji Drive so could you head there and begin rehearsal as it starts at 7pm."

"You did what? I’m on vacation as of this afternoon!" Aoshi was generally a cool, calm and collected guy, but with a manager like this it was very hard to remain calm over the phone and let alone in his presence too.

"Just this once Aoshi-kun and then you’re free for a month. You know you cannot resist those screaming girls."

"Most are 12 to 15 years old Hiko. Stop thinking pervertedly you fucking lush. I’m old enough to be their father."

"That doesn’t sound right. You would have been around 11 when you would have become a father and I don’t think even a spunk like you would have known about sex back then."

"My point is I don’t want to do another show…and don’t refer to me as a spunk. Furthermore I told you I’m taking a vacation and that’s final!" And then it started, the whining, the play acting of guilt his manager was so good at placing him through as he randomly threw out it was for some form of charity whether it was true or not. Aoshi’s patience finally snapped. "ALRIGHT I’LL GO!" Hanging up Aoshi jerked his vehicle around, not caring about the hundreds of horns beeping at him for his reckless driving as he sped in the direction of the theatre. Glancing down at his phone once more he pressed it on speaker as he grounded out,

"What the hell do you want now?"

"You hurt me so with your scathing words Aoshi-kun."

"Hiko if you don’t tell me what the fuck you want I’m going to collide this car into a telephone pole."

"Right, right… Ne Aoshi-kun?"

"What?"

"The ‘Hiko-sama save the Pottery and Sake Foundation’ is thankful you are doing this for them." At the engaged signal Aoshi’s fisted hand went straight to the phone and crushed it as it sparked every now and then, his hand slightly bruised but the idea of Hiko not being able to contact him made the pain instantly pass by. Aoshi hadn’t a clue even to this day as to why he still had Hiko Seijiro for his manager.

# Entertainment Theatre #

Aoshi headed back stage being directed by some puny short guy with red hair as he bustled about giving off orders to some backstage crew while leading him to his dressing room. Once there Aoshi kicked everyone out that wished to talk to him, whether it be the redhead, the makeup artist or the wardrobe people and slumped down into a cushioned chair. He was not in the mood for any of this, but knew if he didn’t perform Hiko could do a lot more then send him verbal death threats. Unfortunately the guy knew more about his personal life and could hold them against him if he didn’t do as "ordered".

Picking himself up from the chair, Aoshi stripped off his jeans, t-shirt and sneakers and grabbed a pair of leather pants with a studded belt and placed them on. Next came combat boots that thumped against the floor everytime he walked and then there was a leather vest, which stayed open showing off his nicely tanned muscles. Placing a studded dog collar around his neck Aoshi was set to practice, as he had to get used to this constricting clothing. He wasn’t really one for wearing leather, but it seemed every concert he did leather had become his attire to perform in and so hours before the show he’d have to walk around getting used to it. The simple fact that irked Aoshi slightly was if he thought of anything perverted (which he did at times, but no one really had to know) he’d gain a hard on and everyone would know about it, so he always made sure his mind was clear of everything. Pulling open the door he stepped out and headed for the stage, numerous back stage crew (including men, which made him slightly uncomfortable and decided to give them death glares for looking twice at him in such a way) stopped and stared at his leather clad form.

"You shall be situated right here Shinomori-san." The little redhead, now known as ‘Himura’ thanks to his name tag stated as he showed Aoshi his mark to always remain on with the microphone stand in front of it. Aoshi quietly watched as the short man threw out more orders and the crew immediately obliged as they raced around setting up or connecting up lights, industrial fans, amplifiers, a drum kit and his electric guitar which had just randomly shown up.

"Fuckin’ Hiko…" Aoshi grounded out through clenched teeth, but unfortunately heard his voice echo through the theatre as the mic was switched on and several people turned to stare widely at him because no one had ever heard him curse before.

"U-Um, Shinomori-san, you can test the mic and warm up your voice if you wish. I’ll call you to your room about an hour before showtime so you can eat, rest and let the makeup artists work their magic on you."

"Whatever…" Aoshi remarked watching the man scamper away and then turned away from the mic as he walked around the stage, boots thudding against the wooden floorboards as he did so. Icy orbs gazed about the place, an idea forming in his head of how he should begin the show and a smirk broke onto his lips as he figured out just a way that would give his ever growing fangirls’ heart attacks.

Rehearsal seemed to move quickly and before Aoshi knew it his actual ‘lack of warming up his voice’ was over and Himura was showing him back to his room. Once there Aoshi headed inside and was instantly directed to a chair as two women went about placing make up on him. Gel was mixed into his usual soft locks of hair as several strands were spiked about the place in a very sexy dishevelled way. One woman finished off his hair and then went to spraying his exposed body with oil, while the other attacked his face as she placed black eyeliner around his green orbs making them stand out even more and to Aoshi’s discomfort black lipstick on his frowning lips.

It was soon all over, Aoshi trying very hard not to scratch out his eyes thanks to the fucked up make up and instead began to munch on some plain rice and some steamed vegetables. He always nibbled lightly, never really having an appetite before a show and was once again interrupted as there was a knock on the door. Muttering a light ‘come in’ as he placed the half eaten bowl of rice down he was met with the pleasant smiling face of Himura once more.

"We have about twenty minutes Shinomori-san, so please gather your things if you need anything and follow me to your position." Getting up Aoshi did as asked and headed for the side of the stage and peeked out to see the theatre packed with people and of course most of them were females. Finally Aoshi understood what was happening. This wasn’t for a charity and in fact it was more of Hiko’s way of telling him that he had to tell his fans he was going on a vacation and wouldn’t be doing any tours, concerts, interviews etc for over a few months. Yes, Hiko would speak to him after one month (as that was the deal of him getting the vacation) but Aoshi decided he needed a break from everything and would fly away to Sapporo for a while, not that his fans would know that piece of information. He had a small retreat near the beaches just out of Sapporo that hardly any locals or tourists visited so it was his own private sanctuary.

"You shall be going on in ten minutes. Good luck Shinomori-san." Himura voiced as he headed off, leaving Aoshi to his own thoughts. As he gazed about back stage his plan came into action and he stopped a tall spiky haired male from walking past.

"You have a fog machine around here correct?"

"Yeah just out the back." Came the reply by the sluggishly dressed male.

"Go get it for me…and hurry." It wasn’t long before the brown haired male came back with the medium sized portable fog machine and plugged it in as Aoshi asked him to. Several crewmembers’ wondered what the hell Aoshi was doing before they observed as he directed the machine to face the stage and turned it on. The smoke began to build onto the floorboards and Aoshi pulled the mic from the man, now known as ‘Sagara’ and voiced into it so the electronics people running the lights could hear him.

"Turn off the lights." The echoing of spot lights being shut off got fans mumbling curiously before the sound of the fog machine could be heard as everyone blinked in the darkness as the entertainment hall began to fill up with light smoke. Bending down Aoshi took off his boots, socks and his vest and dumped it on the ground and headed on stage. With a snap of his finger, which echoed through the microphone a single spotlight was directed onto his body. Aoshi had his back turned to the audience with the fog drifting about his legs, going knee to mid thigh high as it wafted through the theatre and the oil sprayed over his body glistened effectively in the light as several girls were already screaming and swooning at him. One hand raised to the microphone as the drummer began a slow thumping beat and the guitarist soon joined in. It was one of Aoshi’s many dark and alluring songs as he began to murmur into the mic in a deep sensual voice that made the entire theatre erupt into one huge orgasmic scream of his name.

Turning hauntingly around, only showing half of his naked glistening flesh of his taut chest and abdomen area several fangirls’ began fainting as the studded belt was undone as was the button on his leather pants showing off the black briefs he was wearing underneath the leather.

Finally turning around with a sultry smirk on his face and a dangerous glint in his eye, Aoshi’s voice boomed through the theatre as it hit a particular long note before he started heading for the edge of the stage. His eyes roamed the hundreds, if not thousands of girls as it looked very much like a mosh-pit of leather clad hormonal women that swayed and rubbed against each other to the dark beat of his songs. Unfortunately for Aoshi the leather created interesting sounds in his sensitive ears which brought several forbidden images to his mind at a time like this. Trying to block out the sound, his eyes instantly froze on a very pretty young woman dressed in a one-piece leather suit with long sleeves that were exposing her pale slender shoulders and went all the way down to her ankles. (AN: Think of Olivia Newton-John’s outfit in the movie Grease) A silver hooped belt was around her narrow waist, clinking against her slender thigh as it pulled into a long chain at her side. Instantly his eyes caught the swaying woman and found her ocean blue eyes watching his every move while her petite body swayed to the rhythm in a most sexual way.

Aoshi thanked his lucky stars for a long instrumental part of the song, as he didn’t think he would be able to sing thanks to being mesmerised by that very woman he was now ogling. His breath caught again when he watched her long braid flick over her shoulder to fall down the front of her body and then rest over the juncture between her thighs. Licking his lips Aoshi’s rational mind was not with him this evening as he instantly went to the edge of the stage and pried the young woman from the audience and brought her up on stage. Those eyes, that hair, her perfume scent, which drove him crazy, it all pointed to one single woman…Makimachi Misao…his Misao. As Aoshi began to rock against her, groin positioned at her buttocks he had felt her stiffen slightly and gasp lightly (though no one could truly hear it for the screaming of fangirls’) as she had probably felt the growing erection of the singer rocking against her.

It was to Aoshi’s delight that she had subconsciously pushed back into him a little, but the fact he was on stage, in a public area made him realise he needed to confess something to her before pushing her off stage and continuing on with his show.

"Meet me at the front after the show." Came his sultry voice into Misao’s ear as she shuddered before being directed off stage and helped off by security guards that placed her back into the crowd, face flushed as females around her bombarded her with questions on how he felt. As for Aoshi, the rest of his hour program was him trying desperately not to look her way as his erection slowly ebbed away. His instincts told him that her deep ocean orbs were caressing his entire body, as though it seemed she was stripping him from the leather, but forced himself to pick up his guitar for his last song.

# The Front of the Entertainment Centre #

Standing there with a hip length jacket over her attire, Misao wondered what the hell she was doing here waiting for the supposed rocker who was taking his sweet time in coming out. It had already been already an hour but maybe he’d been stuck with several fangirls’ flanking him about his sudden news of taking a vacation. It had surprised her as she’d grown to like his voice and the ironically the gloomy songs he wrote as well. She was generally a happy energetic woman, but somehow those songs struck her heart. Looking down at her silver watch Misao sighed knowing singers took awhile to leave back stage but he was a guy and this was ridiculous! Shuffling her high heel shoes against the concrete Misao sighed lightly, a thousand thoughts rushing through her mind and the main one of why the hell she was pulled on stage was very persistent. Sliding doors opened behind her and Misao jerked from her thoughts as she turned her head over her shoulder to look back at the jeans and t-shirt wearing Aoshi Shinomori.

"I’m glad you stayed." Misao fought a shudder from rushing down her spine as the intoxicating smelling male headed towards her before stopping an inch from her body.

"You have no idea how much I’ve missed you Misao."

"H-How did you know my name?" She stuttered as she glanced up at him and into his piercing gaze.

"I know you…very well, but what I want to know…is why you forget me?" Blinking confusedly up at him, Misao was unable to comprehend much more thanks to the fact that lips slammed against her own. Aoshi’s warm tongue pried her lips apart as he plundered repeatedly into her warm wet mouth. Moaning in the back of her throat Misao had only remembered one person to ever thoroughly kiss and clutch at her like she was life and air to him and that was her boyfriend from years ago. Pulling slowly away, green and blue met in a haze of passion as Misao roamed through her muddled mind to make out the man before her from her past memories she had kept locked in her heart.

"Aoshi-sama…?" She murmured and watched the left side of Aoshi’s lips twitch upward. Pushing away from him, which was unexpected from Aoshi, Misao moved her head up and down at this new Aoshi and then pointed and made the loudest ‘eeeehhhh’ noise one could have ever witnessed.

"You mean to tell me you’re MY Aoshi Shinomori?" She blurted out in a surprised tone of voice; not even caring or perhaps even realising that she’d just claimed the man she hadn’t seen in years once more.

"Perhaps we should take this off the street and into some place a little more private." Aoshi remarked sternly and yet quietly and led Misao to his black BMW and got inside, she following but saying nothing as she continued to owlishly look upon him as though he were a figment of her imagination. The ride was silent and a little awkward as Misao began to fidget and played with the electronic window pressing it up and down continuously.

Turning a corner and driving into an underground carpark Aoshi parked in his parking space and got out with Misao following him. He headed for the lift, which would take the both of them to his penthouse at the top of he apartment building. The door dinged quietly and Aoshi stepped out, his hand grabbing Misao’s instinctively as he pulled her towards his home. Once inside he dropped her hand away and headed into the lounge room turning a couple lamps on as he did so.

"Would you like a drink?" Aoshi questioned as though nothing was out of the ordinary and watched Misao jerk her head into a nod and ask for a huge alcoholic beverage not caring what the hell was placed into it. Instead Aoshi knew what a favourite of hers was and began mixing vodka and orange juice together He walked over to the blinking Misao as she stared about his lavish apartment before silently taking the drink from his outstretched hand. Aoshi watched with an eyebrow raised as Misao jugged down the drink in seconds and placed it back on the table before turning to face him as he sat on the same sofa as her. Tilting his head slightly Aoshi watched as Misao bit her lip, one hand raising to caress the side of his face before she darted her hand away from him as though she’d been burned.

"Its…really…you." Misao murmured mainly to herself before Aoshi had an armful of a weeping Misao. He’d been surprised by her actions but caught the woman in his embrace and calmly tried to comfort her as she spilled a million tears into his grey shirt.

It felt like hours, but was only minutes as Misao pulled away, head bowed and a flush broke out onto her cheeks not just from her tears as she remained with her eyes fixed on her clenched hands.

"Where…where did you go?" Came the quiet question of the woman before him and instantly Aoshi felt himself melt. How he had missed her so much and yet he deserved nothing from her as he’d left without saying goodbye. He’d known her since they were kids and she’d been with him every step of the way in his modelling career. When he was 19 he gave up modelling and threw himself straight into music though Misao hadn’t known this and their time together grew less and less.

Though Hiko was his manager in the fashion industry, the man didn’t blink twice when Aoshi moved into the music industry and instead quietly (for once) came with him. A year into his music career, though extremely busy, his relationship with Miso had turned ‘needy’ as time was limited as they were both busy and so one evening it had turned intimate as they made love for the first time each being the first for the other. Aoshi was 20 and Misao was 18 at the time. Unfortunately he’d been rudely awoken by his manager (who was in fact standing in his very bedroom looking at the both of them as Misao slept naked in his arms) and was told that he was leaving for a tour in one hour. Not even being able to explain anything to her, Aoshi was dragged away as the creamy skinned Misao mumbled his name before rolling over and went back into the land of dreams.

"Working…" Aoshi muttered back as he broke eye contact with Misao to stare around his apartment. In truth all of this meant nothing to him compared to the woman before him. It’d been six long years of him working his ass off and trying to find her every chance he got and then he finally did. Ironically it was in one of his concerts.

"I gathered that!" Misao snapped and Aoshi stood from the couch and walked back over to the mini bar he had and decided he needed a stiff drink himself.

"Back then Hiko said it was my only chance to ever see if I could make it as a musician so I took it." Aoshi had been waiting for ‘you selfish bastard’ but when he flickered his eyes over at Misao he realised she was waiting for him to continue so she could try to understand him. That was one of the reasons he loved her so much. Even if she was hurting inside, Misao was one to make sure he wasn’t hurting before she tendered to herself. She was such a pure soul that he’d been allowed to be in the presence of since they were kids. It was something he’d felt he’d been blessed to have and be around.

"I didn’t want to bring you with me because…I didn’t want you to be placed second in my life back then." Aoshi heard Misao gasp as he continued to stir his drink with a small straw. "I wanted people to love my music, to listen to my voice and so Hiko threw me on a year long tour going all over Japan, even to small towns just to promote myself even more. He had said I’d change the rock/punk music industry and so I believed him. I didn’t want you there because I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate half my time on you to make sure you were alright."

"Aoshi…I…" Placing up his hand Aoshi turned to face Misao, a frown on his lips and his eyes wavering slightly under her intense gaze.

"Please let me finish, I’ve been keeping these thoughts within me for six years now." Watching her nod Aoshi headed over to the couch, standing behind the backing of it with his hands fisted on the leather material. "You wanted to go to college, you’d always talked about it and I could never take that away from you. If it wasn’t that, then it was Okina, Omasu and Okon. They love you so much and as much as I wanted to be selfish I couldn’t take you away from your family like that. Misao…I just want…" Never being able to finish Aoshi’s eyes grew wide as Misao sat up on the couch, her hand reaching to the back of his neck to jerk his lips down to her own.

"What I want…to know…is how such…a geek like you…could turn out…to be like this?" Misao spoke a little out of breath, as her hazy orbs looked up into Aoshi’s. She was remembering Aoshi from his quiet, good student days with all his textbooks and reading glasses to boot and also into his modelling days where he did everything he was told.

Misao gasped as she was picked up bridal style, arms instantly going around Aoshi’s neck while his smouldering gaze locked her wide eyes in place.

"I’ll show you…just what…this very geek…can do Misao." Aoshi murmured into Misao’s ear as he placed her on his blood red bed sheets with his black quilt scrunched up near the headboard. Instantly his lips moulded over Misao’s as he leaned her back into his mattress, one knee positioned onto it as he leaned over her, one hand caressing her cheek while the other held him above her, their bodies not touching at all.

"Show me then…" Came the reply, Aoshi knowing there was a hint of a dare in there and so he set to work, plunging his tongue into her open relenting mouth before placing his hands under her armpits to lift her higher on the bed. The sound of leather against the bed and against his wandering hands instantly began to make him twitch. It’d been so long, Hiko’s words of him being celibate rushed through his mind before he smashed the thoughts and began attacking Misao’s neck. She made little mewling sounds, ones he hadn’t heard for six years and relished in the echo it made about his room. He was finally going to get back his Misao after all this time and knew he’d better make this worthy of her to scream his name endlessly or else there was no hope for them. Of course Aoshi knew this wasn’t totally true, but the thought of Misao clamping around him and screaming or moaning his name over and over again began to make his jeans feel extremely constricting around his groin.

"How I missed this." Aoshi murmured against Misao’s neck before lapping and nibbling at his prize of creamy skin. Misao’s voice hitched in her throat as Aoshi remembered after all where she was particularly sensitive on her neck as she groaned out,

"M-Missed…whaaaaaaaaaat?" Lifting himself up from her addictive supple skin Aoshi stared down into Misao’s half lidded eyes, he knowing she wanted to hear him voice that he missed her completely and not the one night of pure passion they had shared with each other. Instead Aoshi remained quiet and went back to placing kisses on her exposed flesh.

His tongue darted out once more as he straddled Misao’s thighs and continued to head further south. In an erotic way to hopefully get Misao to arch her back, Aoshi took note of Misao’s perky nipples through the leather she was wearing and instantly lapped his tongue over the clothed bud. The effect got what he wanted as Misao moaned through closed lips before he went to attend the other nipple. Misao’s hand instantly went to move through Aoshi non greasy hair as he’d showered before meeting her at the front of the theatre and then raked down his shoulders to clench handfuls of his shirt into her fisted hands. It was apparent Misao wanted the grey shirt gone from his skin and so Aoshi sat up, looking upon the breathless Misao and pulled his shirt off. He grinned as Misao swooned like his many fangirls’ at seeing him topless and then went back to work, this time however, his hands came up to pull the top down to expose her bare breasts to his view and trapping her arms at her sides.

Aoshi let out a small groan as he stared hungrily at Misao’s plump breasts mentally taking note they’d grown a bit more from when she was 18 and bowed his head to lap his tongue over one erect nipple to see if she tasted the same. Misao’s back arched from the bed, giving Aoshi even better access to swallow more of her and his groin twitched, as she hadn’t changed at all. She was all wanton and ready for him without he having to do much, but tonight the need for his groin to explode within her was pushed to the back of his mind as he wanted to give Misao everything he could and so much more. Finally switching breasts Aoshi brought in one of his hands to play and tweak her nipple even harder. By now Misao’s legs were trying to spread wide apart, obviously for the warmth that was building between her thighs but she had growled slightly for she was unable to because of being trapped thanks to Aoshi’s legs at her outer thighs.

"Patience Misao…" Aoshi murmured against her lips as he took them once more while slowly working her arms free from the sleeves of her outfit. As soon as they were free Misao’s hands wound around Aoshi’s neck, wanting his body against hers but Aoshi was having none of it. He’d totally loose control if that occurred right now. Prying Misao’s hands from his neck Aoshi placed them above her head and his orbs roamed down to gaze heatedly back at Misao’s heaving chest. Letting out a small groan Aoshi’s mouth licked and suckled every part of her he could get his greedy lips on.

Roaming further south Aoshi flicked his tongue around Misao’s navel as he continuously pried the tight material from her creamy and now slightly heated skin. She was withering before him and Aoshi observed her hips lift up so he could move his hand to grope her perky buttocks before pulling the leather away from her firm derriere. He did exactly that, gawked at the skimpy lace underwear she wore before shuffling off the bed to pull it all the way down her legs and then tossed it on the ground.

Without any warning, which Aoshi found excited Misao even more his hand instantly went to her warm wet centre and pried her slightly open to graze fingers over a sensitive nub before moving inside of her. Aoshi’s smile widened as Misao lay sprawled on the bed before him and was moaning his name like he had hoped. It appeared she was more then ready for him but instead of sinking into her folds Aoshi continued to tease her with his fingers while his mouth went back to her lightly pouncing breasts.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…" Misao gasped out as she tilted her head back and dug it into the softness of the mattress. Her arms remained above her head, nails digging into the quilt just above her as the man she’d never once completely forgotten about and especially that one magnificent night together was tormenting her body and scorching the intense heat of passion within her as she was ready to explode. As Aoshi lifted higher up her body, forgetting her breasts he stared down at Misao watching the passion flicker over her face and out of her mouth while her eyes darkened in delight as such powerful feelings that were within her were being released once more.

"Come for me…Misao…" Aoshi murmured huskily as he bent his head to press his hungry lips to Misao’s and felt her lips suckle his tongue. Her hands raised to place scorching marks on his shoulders as her centre clamped around his fingers and Misao moaned gratefully and pleasantly against his lips while her body shuddered with a light orgasm. Aoshi pulled away as he looked at Misao’s flushed face and the sweaty bangs plastered against her forehead. She was slumped on the mattress, but before her heart was allowed to slow down Misao’s breath hitched in her throat and a squeal escaped as well when Aoshi’s warm mouth was against her heated core and his tongue had darted out to taste her essence.

"OH GOD!" She grounded out and sat up on her elbows, head tilted to gaze up at the ceiling. She was in heaven and Aoshi was her wonderful tormentor that she would gladly have for forever. As Misao forgot about any embarrassment that she had first had with him, she allowed the singer to do whatever he pleased with her as she subconsciously felt her hips rise from the bed and her knees rest against Aoshi’s shoulders, his tongue very much now within her.

"A-A-AOSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…" Misao couldn’t help but scream as her second orgasm hit her faster and harder then the first. She’d almost forgotten how wonderful Aoshi was to her, as he’d make her feel like complete jelly before taking her fully. It was one of the things she loved about him, how he always made sure she was satisfied thoroughly before joining her in their exquisite lovemaking. Misao was only half-aware that Aoshi had freed her from his fingers and his tongue and she heard movement as he was now probably standing up. Aoshi’s heated gaze remained possessively on Misao as he stripped off the rest of his clothing before moving over her and placed his engorged manhood between her spread legs making Misao moan his name as she arched her back at the feel of him against her.

Placing his hands at Misao’s hips Aoshi positioned himself against Misao, tongue moving over his lips as he smelt her musky scent waft through the room as she became even more aroused at the thought of him entering and pounding against her. Even Aoshi was growing harder just thinking of it and spread Misao a little wider as he slowly inched his way into her tight canal. He gritted his teeth, eyes growing wide at how tight she still was and wondered if she too hadn’t been with anyone else. Once he was all the way inside, Misao’s walls clamping and throbbing around him, he positioned Misao’s legs tightly around his waist before beginning a slow sensual rocking motion, his hands out to the sides holding him up while he watched the desire play over Misao features.

"Mooooore…haaaaaaaarder…" Came Misao’s panting voice as she wished to be sent into ecstasy by the man pushing in and out of her at an agonisingly slow pace that she just couldn’t take much more of. Grinning wickedly Aoshi slowed his pace even more and inched out before ramming in home, which got Misao into begging mode for him to move faster.

"Don’t…teeeeeeeeeeease meeeeeee…" Misao screeched out as Aoshi had finally began to move faster, the headboard of his bed making thumping noises against the wall as he did so. Misao’s hips instantly lifted up to his, her hands out to her sides as she lifted up her lower body not wanting Aoshi to leave her clamping walls. Clenching his teeth Aoshi groaned as Misao’s hips rocked in time with his own, her walls milking him as she began to pant loudly against his chest since he had leaned over her to whisper against her parted lips before capturing them in a mind blowing kiss.

"Its been too long…" The grinding of their bodies grew faster, urgent with need as Misao choked out a scream of ‘Aoshi’ while tears fell from her eyes. The intensity of how it felt to be with him once more, he showing his heart, body and soul only to her and no one else overwhelmed her like it had the first time.

"Misao…" Aoshi growled out, head tilted slightly to the ceiling at the constricting way Misao’s walls clamped around his flesh as he ejaculated hotly into her ready and responsive body which made Misao go into a quick forth orgasm at the fulfilment he just brought her.

Aoshi buckled under the pressure of being with Misao again and slumped above her. She groaned at the sudden weight above her and instead of pushing him off, Misao wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began to place small-circled patterns against his skin, as she grew accustomed to their different sizes.

"I’m sorry…if I hurt you." Aoshi murmured as he placed his head beside Misao’s, fingers brushing her damp strands away from her face.

"Do you mean now or six years ago?" Misao muttered back, her eyes turning to gaze over at Aoshi to see his were mostly hidden by his spiky bangs as he placed his head against her shoulder remaining ever so quiet. Misao couldn’t help but smile as she knew once Aoshi felt he’d done something that could possibly ruin the one he loved he was sent into a very huge personal guilt trip to hell.

"Aoshi…?" Glancing up at Misao, he found her pouting at him, which got him curious as to what was rolling around in that head of hers. "I know a way you can make up for the past six years?"

"Oh?" He spoke, but his eyes grew wide as Misao was now above him, he still very much deep inside her tight entrance as she began to move above him, making him choke on his own breath. The look of hunger, desire and pleasure on his facial features and the feral look in his eyes was something Misao would always make sure to inflict upon him as she felt his semen explode in her womb once more. Lying down above him, Misao hummed lightly as the throbbing inside her began to subside. She’d wanted to do that for a long time. After a long pause, Misao had a very important question to ask him.

"Ne Aoshi?"

"Mm?" He muttered back, still trying to calm down at being aroused so quickly by Misao and felt her shift against him as she placed her head on his chest listening to his pounding heartbeat while rubbing her fingers down the side of his body from upper chest to hip.

"You have fame and sex, what more does a guy need?" Suppressing a startled gasp at the way Aoshi crushed her into his embrace, like she was his life support once more, Misao felt him murmur quietly what he needed most.

"You with me…and everything in between." It was all she needed to remain within his arms and within his life. Misao had finally gotten back what she had lost long ago only to find that the usual quiet Aoshi Shinomori had turned out to be a very hypnotising singer with a knack for looking extremely appealing in leather. The possibilities to throw him in leather were endless and with that in mind the reunited lovers drifted to sleep and met in their dreams with the promise of warmth and love at finally being able to be together.

# The End #