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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE:
I'm all yours.
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The pair had walked through the halls of the Port Mafia, appearing to be nothing more than co-workers heading towards their destination. But the moment they had slipped into Chuuya's room, the redhead had slammed her into the closed door. His lips were all over her in an instant, hands greedily tugging and pulling at her body. Aki had been weak in the legs, allowing Chuuya's thigh that was between her legs to support her. They were a mess as they stumbled away from the door, Chuuya walking backwards, pulling Aki in the direction of his en-suite without ever once removing his lips. They were discarding clothes as they went, kicking them off as quickly as possible as they reached the bathroom door.

Chuuya kicked it open with his foot before dragging her into the bathroom. He was wearing only his trousers and shirt, the first few buttons undone, the rest of his clothes thrown around the room. Aki's blouse was undone partly, hanging open, showing her lacy bra that matched the colour of her blouse. Chuuya slammed her into the glass wall of the shower, holding her hands above her head by the wrist as he tackled her neck with kisses. His other hand undid the button on her skirt before expertly unzipping it before he finished unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled away from her neck to look at her. She was panting beneath him, cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling.

He moved the material of her blouse aside, his eyes falling on the scars all over her torso. Aki squirmed a little, diverting her gaze. Chuuya looked at her, taking a blood stained finger to her chin. He tipped her face to look at him, "Don't hide from me," He whispered, momentarily catching her lips in a sweet kiss. His other hand came up, bare fingers dancing across the skin on her stomach, running over the bumps, making her shiver from his touch. "You don't have to hide, Akira." He assured her, his nose touching hers, eyes trained on her face.

Aki stared at him, blinking slowly.

                She swallowed hard.

                The last time he had seen those scars, she had shrunk away from him, crawling into herself. She didn't want to do that again. She was content with him seeing the disgusting parts of herself—after all, he'd shown her that version of himself. The blood on his skin was proof of how he cared for her, of how he would become a darker version of himself for her. Aki could allow him to see her. Just as he had said, she didn't need to hide from him.

Slowly, she reached up and pushed the sleeves of her shirt down before pulling her arms out of them. She let the material slip to the floor. She didn't look anywhere else but him—only him. She studied him as he stood there, his eyes trained downwards, taking in every single one of her scars. Slowly, he knelt himself to the ground as her eyes widened. He placed a delicate kiss to one scar. And then another. Another. And another. He was kissing her all over, his hands holding her by the hips.

He pressed a long, gentle kiss on one of the larger scars, his eyes closed. He pulled back, his eyes fluttering open to look at her, "You're perfect." He whispered, making her eyes widen, her stomach going weak. He'd called her beautiful before. He'd called her sexy. But nothing compared to the sound of him telling her that she was perfect.

Aki grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanking him upwards. She spun him around, pressing his back to the glass wall before her lips were on his. Her hands worked at the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them with her eyes closed as his hands simultaneously began pulling her skirt down. He reached behind him, pulling the door open, his hand fumbling for the shower switch. Once he turned it on, the water sprayed out from the hose, soaking some of his hand. He put that very same hand through Aki's hair, pulling her closer to him.

Aki reached behind her, unclasping her bra, allowing it to fall down her arms with a satisfying ping. They broke away for a moment to discard the rest of their clothes. Aki tossed her bra before pulling down her underwear and kicking them off her ankles. She looked back at Chuuya, just as he was slipping out of his boxers, the rest of his clothes in a pile by his feet. Aki gulped. Within a few seconds, his boxers were discarded and they stood there—completely naked. Completely vulnerable.

Their eyes drank each other in, as if they were each the wine they had previously been drinking. Chuuya felt the back of his ears heat up. He was right to say she was perfect—because she was, in every single way a person could be perfect. Aki could feel her heart thumping in her chest. Chuuya was muscular—not too muscular, but there were faint outlines of abs on his stomach along with a prominent V-line, dried blood sticking to his skin. His biceps and arms were veiny, blue blood showing beneath his pale skin. Aki's eyes dropped downwards. Fuck me. He was big—she'd already thought as much from the times she had felt him against her, but her own eyes were confirming it.

Chuuya reached for her first, pulling her into him, his hands resting against her lower back, "We don't have to do anything," He told her in a whisper, his forehead resting against hers. "I just want to be with you." He confessed, making Aki's eyes widen. She wasn't used to that—not in the slightest. Getting naked with someone usually resulted in sex, at least, that's how she knew it. But he just simply wanted to be with her—he wanted to feel her, all of her.

Aki blew out a laugh, "You're pretty great, you know that?"

Chuuya laughed, "Took you long enough to notice."

              They had showered together. It had started out all kinds of sexy—hands caressing every spot on their bodies, mouths all over one another as the water washed away the red on Chuuya's skin. But after a while, they had become fumbling messes. Shampoo was everywhere—in their hair, on their faces, in their mouths. It had them giggling like lovesick teenagers, both of them fighting for turns underneath the water. Aki liked the sound of Chuuya's laugh—it was boyish, hearty. She could listen to it forever.

Eventually, the pair managed to clean themselves off well enough that they left the shower, trailing water everywhere with smiles on their faces. They had shared something so very intimate together—their naked bodies and souls. Sure, it hadn't turned out the way they had planned, what with all the slipping and sliding, but it had felt good. They felt lighter, like feathers floating through a breeze.

Aki was wearing one of Chuuya's white shirts, the first few buttons undone, the hem of the shirt resting against her ass. She was laying on her stomach on his bed, kicking her legs behind her as she watched him smoke a cigarette by the window. He was so fucking sexy when he smoked. He had slipped on some red and white checkered PJ bottoms, leaving his top half bare. It was the first time Aki had seen him wearing something that wasn't his workwear—and even then, wearing something so casual, he still looked absolutely delicious with his damp hair framing his face and bare back glowing in the light from the lit lamps. He was godly.

Aki hadn't had the chance to study his room when she first arrived, but she took a moment to look around once they were dressed. It was larger than hers—larger than the majority of the rooms she had seen, a perk of being an Executive, she assumed. His bed was huge, king sized, with dark wooden canopies holding black satin sheets. His bedsheets were red silk—and they felt oh-so-good on Aki's bare legs. His floor was a dark wood with a large red carpet draped across it. He had a coat-stand in the corner of his room where his jacket was now resting after he had cleaned up a little, his hat sitting on the very top. All of the furniture was the same colour as the canopy on his bed.

Aki perked up, "Can I have some?" She asked, nodding her head to where the cigarette was placed between his pouty lips.

He turned to face her, "Right. I forgot you smoked." He said, crossing the room to her. He sat down on the floor, pressing his back against the frame before holding the cigarette upwards to her.

Instead of taking it from his fingers, Aki crawled over to him. She hovered herself over the edge of the bed, wrapping her lips around the end of the cigarette. She took a long inhale before blowing the smoke out with her eyes shut.

Chuuya scoffed, "Can you, like, not be sexy for a fucking second? It's infuriating." He said, closing his eyes as he brought the cigarette to his mouth, taking a drag.

Aki grinned, putting her hands on his bare shoulders, making him squirm, "Would you like me to be sweet? I can be sweet." She whispered in his ear, her lips making contact with his earlobe. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a sigh escaping his lips, smoke puffing out with it.

Aki sat up, allowing her legs to fall over the sides of his shoulders. Instinctively, Chuuya's hand came up, caressing her bare leg. Aki took his hair in her hands, running her fingers through the small knots. His hair was soft—so fucking soft. Far softer than mine, she thought. She smiled to herself, his hair dancing through her fingers as she began braiding the longer pair of his hair. He let her.

"So, am I going to be your date to this Gala thing? If not, you know I'll literally decapitate whoever else you take, right?" She said, a sadistic smirk finding it's way to her lips.

Chuuya scoffed, "I thought you were trying to be sweet?" He fired over at her, leaning his elbow against his knee, the cigarette burning out between his fingers.

Aki shrugged, "Tired it. Didn't like it."

Chuuya chuckled inwardly, "God, you're a fucking handful," Aki's smirk grew wider. "What if I took Higuchi or Gin instead? Would you decapitate them?" He was teasing her, feeding into her jealous tendencies—which he hadn't realised she'd had until that moment.

"No, I'd decapitate you." She chirped, making him roll his eyes.

"So, what? Are you forcing me against my own will to bring you as my date? That's kind of possessive, Akira." The way he teasingly drawled out her name made the grin on her lips grow wider. She loved when he would call her by her name.

She shrugged again, "What can I say. What's mine is mine." She said, sticking her nose in the air.

A heart skipped a beat.

Aki wasn't sure if it was his or hers.

"Is that what I am? Yours?" Chuuya asked, his arm intertwined with her leg, her fingers holding his hair between her fingers loosely, the braid almost finished.

Why did I open my big fat mouth? The words had just came falling from her lips, she hadn't even given it a second thought. They hadn't discussed what they were to each other—no such conversation had passed between them. Had she just said too much? She wanted to be his—she knew that much. But was he truly alright with being hers?"

Aki stuck her nose further in the air, her cheeks hot, "You—you know what I meant! I just—I was just messing around! Shut up, dammit!" She exclaimed, quickly trying to cover up her tracks, her cheeks on fire.

Chuuya shifted, turning around to face her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sitting on his knees, the cigarette dead on the floor, "Don't backtrack now," He demanded, his eyes locked on her face as she tried not to look at him. "Akira, look at me." He commanded, making her heart flutter in her chest.

Aki tipped her head down, working up the courage to look at him. He wasn't laughing at her. He wasn't scowling. Instead, his features were soft, "Fraternisation is strictly forbidden in the Port Mafia," He reminded her, his thumb drawing small circles against her back. "I'd never be able to hold your hand—I'd never be able to kiss you in front of others. Everything we did would have to be done in secret, strictly between us." Aki felt her chest grow heavy at her words. She already knew all of that—she'd thought about it before. They we're doomed from the beginning, but that didn't mean she wanted him any less.

Chuuya inhaled, "But we've already crossed those lines," He continued. "Akira, I'd give myself to you. No one else would ever know—but we would. Could that be enough for you?" Aki could feel her eyes burning. He was being so gentle, every word that left his lips was soft. He wasn't patronising her. He wasn't telling her that they had foolishly crossed lines that shouldn't have been crossed—he was telling her that he didn't regret crossing those lines. And that he would do it over and over again. If she allowed it.

Aki tipped her head down, her damp hair falling in front of her face as her insecurities began creeping in once again, "I already told you once... I'm not girlfriend material." She was trying to put him off, trying to make him rethink that he was saying. If he gave himself to her truly and completely, wouldn't he be miserable? Did she want that for him?

Chuuya scoffed a little, a small smile on his lips, "Then don't be my girlfriend." He said, rising himself to one leg, the other still in a crouch. He hovered over her, the damp braid she had made loose in his hair. "Just be mine." He breathed out before capturing her lips in a kiss. It was the sweetest one yet. It said everything neither of them were ready to say out loud yet.

Aki breathed out against him, her hand instinctively finding the spot between his neck and ear. She pulled back from the sweet kiss, closing her eyes, her forehead resting against his, "I'm already yours, Chuuya." She confessed. She felt his heart skip—she felt it in her soul.

"Say it again." He whispered, his hands reaching up to clutch at her face.

Aki brushed her nose against his, "I'm yours, Chuuya." She repeated.

"Again."

"I'm all yours."

AUTHORS NOTE.

             i want what they have 😔.

             — taylor xx