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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE:
You're going to be the death of me.
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Aki was having more fun than before. The majority of the Port Mafia members had gathered together, mingling and having fun conversation. She was slightly buzzed from the champagne she had been sipping endlessly on, making the evening all the more enjoyable.

The group were sitting around a circular table, talking over one another, "Akutagawa, if you keep guzzling the champagne like that you're gonna end up as drunk as Kajii." Aki teased, a big grin on her lips, amber eyes pointed in the direction of where the man was sitting opposite her, the buttons on his suit jacket open.

The black-haired man glanced to his side, where Kajii was slumped over, his arms on the table and head laying in them. He was passed out and murmuring to himself—listing off names of explosives like it was a shopping list. Akutagawa tutted, "No ones going gonna be more drunk than him." He said, sending a judgemental glare towards the man who had passed out on the table. Couldn't he have an inch of class?

Aki chuckled as Tachihara held up his champagne glass, "Jokes on you, brother. My only objective of the night is to get more drunk than him," He announced, a large grin on his face. He pulled his mouth downwards, looking over his shoulder. "That and to stay the hell away from Elise so she doesn't keep stepping on my toes." He added, a shudder rolling through his body. The little girl had been standing all over his feet whilst they had been dancing—and it hurt like a bitch.

"You're such a baby, Tachihara." Higuchi said through a laugh, cutting through the Red Velvet cake she had scooped onto a plate.

"She's right," Aki said, nudging the man sitting beside her, his suit jacket flung over the back of his chair. "You should be grateful a lady wants to dance with you." She teased, wiggling her brows at him.

Tachihara rolled his eyes, "I'd prefer it if the girls that wanted to dance with me were over the age of ten." He grumbled, sending the table into a fit of hysterics—Akutagawa even scoffed, but then covered it up by taking a sip of his champagne and closing his eyes.

Aki fanned herself down with her hand, "I'm going to get another drink." She said, her laughter dying down as she slipped out of her seat, getting to her feet. Everyone acknowledged her, telling her to hurry back—Tachihara had just gleefully suggested drawing a moustache on Kajii's face along with a monocle so that he would resemble Hirotsu—much to the older man's dismay.

Aki laughed to herself as she headed for the drinks table. There were endless glasses of champagne placed in rows, though there were gaps from where people had been taking the glasses. She reached for one, just as she felt a presence creep up behind her. Instead of her hands connecting with a champagne glass, another hand brushed against hers, slipping something in it. Within a second, the presence was gone, only allowing Aki to stare at the note that was between her fingers. She was more than aware of who the presence had been—she could feel it from a mile away. But she was curious about the note.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching where Mori was laughing at something Kouyou had said, paying no one else any attention. Aki turned to the paper, unfolding the note. Her lips parted as she read it before stretching into a small smile.

Meet me in my room. I can't stand to be apart from you—not when you're wearing that dress. — C.

Aki ripped up the note and dropped it into the bin beside the table. She glanced across at the table where her colleagues were laughing amongst themselves. She smiled a little. And then headed for the exit.

Aki pushed the bedroom door open and there he was. He was sitting on the red-leather chair by his window, looking out at the city, a glass of red wine between his fingers. His suit jacket had been discarded over the back of his chair, the sleeves dangling above the ground, along with his hat that rested against the windowsill. Aki stood there, watching him—simply observing him. He rose the glass to his lips, taking a long sip, savouring the taste after drinking champagne the whole night. Aki felt ridiculous, feeling jealous of a wine glass, but she did. He was so beautiful sitting there, doing nothing remarkable. He had candles lit around the room, sending orange hues dancing across the wall, the scent of cinnamon in the air. The golden hues were hitting against his face, shadowing the curve of his jaw. His cerulean eyes were focused on the city below him.

"Are you just gonna stand there all night?" He spoke up, not looking at her. Aki felt a smile creep onto her lips. She had opened the door and stepped into the room so quietly she might as well have been a field mouse. But just as she could sense him in a packed room, he had felt her presence from behind him.

Aki reached up, scratching at the back of her head with a delicate finger as she stepped into the room, "I was just thinking about how this would be the perfect time to attack you—thought you wouldn't have saw it coming," She told him, her lips stretching into a grin, stopping a little aways from where he sat in the chair, showing only his glorious side profile. She shrugged. "But I guess I underestimated you." She teasingly added, settling a hand on her hip.

He glanced over at her, his eyes finally connecting with hers, "Still wanna attack me?"

Aki laughed a little, "Not in that way." She said, a smirk prying on the edge of her mouth.

Chuuya settled the wine glass on the windowsill and stood to his feet, crossing the gap between them in large strides. He reached out for her, his hands grabbing onto her face before he even reached her, dragging her body towards his. He kissed her—feverishly, as if he were going to die if he didn't. Aki immediately returned the pressure, her hands reaching up to tangle in the back of his hair.

After a moment, the pair pulled back breathlessly. Chuuya's gloved hands were clutching her face, his forehead resting against hers, eyes closed, "What have you done to me?" He whispered, his voice hoarse as Aki stared at his lips. "I used to despise you—god, I used to wish you were fucking dead. But now... I can feel your presence enter a crowded room. I feel crazy when you're not around... There's no explanation for it. No other explanation other than..." He trailed off, his thumb brushing against the skin on her cheek, his mind forcing him into a silence.

"I know." Aki breathed out, telling him he didn't have to say it aloud. They both knew their reasons for how they could sense each others very presence—as if their souls were intertwined. They were both very aware of the reasons. Their hearts could feel it, the gravitational pull that tied them together. They didn't have to say those three words, at least not then, maybe not ever—because they both already knew it. They'd had known from the moment they shared in the pool.

Chuuya pulled back, staring at her with such an intense look. It was the stare of a man that had fallen completely head over heels for the woman he'd sworn to loathe for all of eternity, "I know I should be downstairs, mingling with any asshole in a suit Mori points me towards," He began saying, more than aware of his obligations as a Port Mafia Executive. "But I don't want to be anywhere else other than right here, standing in front of you."

He placed a sincere kiss upon the top of her head, clutching to her as if she were the most precious jewel, "I want you, Aki. I want you. I want all of you." He confessed shakily, his hands moving from her face to clutch the back of her hair, drawing her closer to him, though the gap between them was already closed.

Aki smiled at him—a big, pretty smile that lit up her whole face, a smile Aki hadn't thought she would ever be capable of, "Then fuck Mori. Fuck the Gala and fuck those assholes in suits," She said, her hand coming up to clutch at his face. "Have me, Chuuya. I'm already yours."

Irrevocably.

Truly.

Completely.

With a sharp intake of breath, Chuuya brought her face to his, kissing her with everything he had. She stumbled slightly, but he caught her, helping her stay on her feet. They were kissing in a frenzy—but not one driven by lust. It was a release of pure passion, a release of how they felt about each other. If they weren't going to say it aloud, they were going to show one another.

Chuuya began stepping forward, pushing Aki to take a few steps backwards until the back of her legs hit the bed frame. She fell back, her fingers gripping around his tie, pulling him down into a crouch—their lips never once breaking. His hands were tangled in her locks of hair, tugging and pulling. Aki scooted back a little, pulling Chuuya on top of her, allowing them both to fall onto the bed, Chuuya landing between her legs. His hands were all over her, feeling her body underneath the silk of her dress as her fingers needily worked on the buttons of his waistcoat. She slipped it off, the pocket watch falling from the pocket and going hurtling towards the ground, but neither of them paid it any attention.

Chuuya, with his palm pressing into the sheets above her head began kissing all over her neck, making her shiver. He bit down a little, making a gasp escape her lips, only pushing her to work on the buttons of his shirt at a quick pace. She was losing her damn mind. She craved his skin on hers—she needed it like she needed water, like she needed oxygen. Once the last button came undone, she slipped it off his shoulders, pushing the palms of her hands against his soft skin, feeling the tense of his muscles beneath her.

With his shirt disposed, Aki hooked her legs around his waist before flipping him beneath her so that she was straddling him in one quick motion. They were both flushed, their skins warm to the touch, shades of pink across their cheeks. Aki leaned over him, her hair falling onto his stomach, tickling his skin. She began trailing her lips over his abdomen, making him shiver in delight. Her touch was enough to drive him to utter insanity—he craved it, day and night. Her touch made him feel alive—it made him feel human, so very human.

Aki sat back, her lips leaving his skin. She took his hands in hers, bringing them to her chest. He stared at her in wonderment, watching as she began pulling the material of his gloves off—slowly, her eyes trained on she skin that was being revealed. She pulled the glove halfway and then brought his hand to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin, her eyes closed shut. Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. She was being so gentle with him—so soft. It didn't enrage him in any kind of way, instead, it made his heart grow larger for her.

She pulled the glove fully off, disposing of it on the bed. She kissed each of his fingers. She then began pulling off the other glove, a little quicker that time. She peppered the back of his knuckle with kisses the moment the glove was gone. She looked at him with heavy lids as he stared back in awe, "You're so beautiful, you know that, right?" She said, bringing his hand to her face, allowing him to caress her cheek, leaning into his touch.

His eyes grew larger. A woman had never called him such a thing before—but that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was that she was the one to call him it. He had known his soul was ugly, despite having a pretty face. But she adored him despite that—she looked by the god awful things he had done, and she could see the good inside of him, the things that made him beautiful. It made him want to cry—for the first time in a long time, he wanted to cry. Not because she had upset him in any way, but because she accepted him. She accepted him for everything he was. Just as he did her.

He sat up, blinking away the tears that threatened to burn his eyes, "You've completely bewitched me, Akira Kitagawa." He confessed, his hand moving to the back of her hair. His lips met hers again, his other bare hand moving to push the straps of her dress down her shoulders. He removed his hand from her hair, snaking it around her back to undo the zipper of her dress with ease.

The red silk slipped down her shoulders, the straps hanging by her elbows, revealing another set of straps. He flipped her around, pinning her beneath him before he began pulling the dress down her waist, her hips, her legs, until all she was wearing was a red lingerie bodysuit—one he immediately recognised.

He blinked back, his mouth falling open as Aki grinned at him, knowing exactly what she had done, "I told you didn't I? If you played your cards right I'd wear it for you." She reminded him of what she had said that day in the lingerie shop. He hadn't thought she was serious, because why would he? It was back from when they were pretending they still despised one another. He felt honoured, that she hard worn such a piece for him and him only.

"Fuck. You're going to be the death of me," He breathed out, his fingers curling around the material of the body suit. "You look stunning. But this is getting ripped from your body right now." Aki grinned, just before he was tearing it off of her body desperately, tossing it into the air, not caring for where it landed. She looked amazing in it—but it didn't belong on her, not in that moment.

Soon, all of their clothes had been discarded, strewn across the bed and the floor until they were wearing nothing. They took a moment, taking each other in. They'd seen each other naked before, but it was different. This time around, they were giving everything they had to each other. Soon, their bodies would be intertwined like the red string of fate that tied their souls together.

Chuuya leaned down, kissing Aki's collarbone, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He whispered against her neck, one hand propping him up, the other holding onto her thigh.

Aki grabbed ahold of his face, kissing him hard. After a moment, he broke away, but only to reach across to the drawer by his table. His hand opened it, searching frantically, shoving other things out of the way until his fingers wrapped around the thin, plastic packaging. He pulled the condom packet out of the drawer and brought it to his mouth, ripping it with his teeth whilst Aki reached downwards, watching his face. She took him in her hand, stroking him up and down, making him grow harder, expert fingers tracing against his wet tip. He shuddered with sheer pleasure, for a moment, completely forgetting what he was doing. But after a few seconds, he dropped the torn package by Aki's head, reaching down to slip his fingers between legs.

Shattered breaths left their mouths as they worked on each other. Aki's hand was pumping him up and down, her thumb brushing against his tip every now and again, soaking up the wetness on her skin. Chuuya's fingers were sliding in and out of her, his face resting in the crook of her neck, struggling to keep himself together. He wanted to be inside of her. He craved it more than anything. But he wanted her to be ready for him first.

Aki groaned against his bare shoulder, her teeth biting down when his fingers curled inside of her. The sharp pain made him thrusts his hips into her hand. He couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed ahold of the condom, his fingers sliding out of her to pull the condom out. He leaned back as she watched him, her fingers uncurling from his hardened dick. She watched him slide the condom on with glazed eyes. She wanted him just as badly as he did—her entire body was itching for him.

Once the condom was on, Chuuya was on her within a second, pushing his lips against hers. He exhaled shakily, lining himself up against her, pushing in ever so slightly. He pulled back, looking down at her, "Spread your legs wider. I want to feel all of you." He demanded, though his tone was gentle. Aki did as instructed, widening the gap between her legs. Chuuya felt her open wider against him, making a rush of pleasure roll through him.

He planted a quick kiss on her lips, his knees resting against the bed. I need her. I want her. Right now. Slowly, he slipped himself inside of her, agonising himself with his slow pace. The moment he was fully inside, a simultaneous gasp escaped their lips, their breaths disappearing from their body. Aki had taken his entire length in one, slow thrust, her fingers digging into his back, legs spread wide for him.

Fuck, she feels so good.

Fuck, he feels so good.

Chuuya pulled back, sliding out of her before immediately sliding back in. Aki's fingers dug deeper into his bare skin, clenching around him. Soon, he picked up rhythm, his hips rocking into her as she arched her back off the bed. She wanted to feel every inch of him. He picked up the pace, the hand that wasn't holding him up finding the spot in the back of her hair, tugging on it tightly, making her moan into the air. That only fuelled his desire, thrusting harder into her—deeper, even when he thought he couldn't go deeper. Their breaths were laboured, skins beginning to sweat as he pounded in and out of her, the bed beginning to rock with each thrust. One of Aki's hands was tangled in the ends of his hair, holding on for dear life whilst the other drew blood on his back.

He was thrusting into her so hard that it hurt, making the corners of her eyes water. But she was enjoying every second of it, squirming beneath him, her hips rocking upwards in sync with his. Somehow, she managed to open her eyes, tears coating her lashes. She watched his length slip in and out of her, making her head spin. He was fucking her like it came naturally—like he already knew exactly what to do with her body, like they'd already done it in a past life. She raised her legs, hooking them further around his hips, pulling his lower half closer to her.

His hand left her hair, clutching onto the headboard for support, only making it smack into the wall with each thrust that was so hard it could break under the pressure. He was hitting just the right angle, building up pressure in their lower stomachs, "Fuck. You feel so good, Akira. So good." Chuuya breathlessly purred, slamming in and out of her.

His words were enough.

"I'm gonna—"

"Me too, baby." His words pushed her over the edge, a cry escaping from her mouth, her fingers ripping into the skin on his back as a sharp inhale left Chuuya's lips, his body momentarily stilling as he finished into the condom.

Chuuya pumped inside of her two more times before pulling out. Aki felt his entire length leave her, making her gulp hard. She'd had the entirety of him inside of her—and it had felt so fucking good. It had drove her crazy, absolutely insane. It'd had the same effect on him too.

Chuuya fell down beside her, lying on his back, ragged pants leaving his lips. He reached over, taking the breathless woman's face in his hands, bringing it to his, "Don't think I'm finished with you just yet," He told her in a low voice, sleepy eyes locked on hers before kissing her quickly. He pulled back, lips twitching into a grin. "Get on top."

AUTHORS NOTE.

               damn... i love them <3

               — taylor xx