Into The Night

[Kevala Katashi]

"Oh that is right, you had that....thing you had the misfortune of getting tangled up with in high school. Not much of a challenge there. If I am not mistaken, didn't she just have to get you drunk?" Oh yes, he had insulted her and so she was going to hit on a rather personal moment in his past. He could just get over it and suck it up, or he could leave. Though, he should have known by now that leaving was no longer any real sort of option.

Her eyes following him, she would slowly trace her tongue along her lips, the slightest hint of him still lingering upon them as she batted those enchantingly icy blue obs, the crimson starting to fade from within them. "Does it now? I have to question if you are here because you want me, because you have always wanted me, or if it is some kind of attempt at giving me what you think I want." Her head turning away for a moment before she would sigh. She had not told him about her little.....tryst....with Cael. Had not informed him that she had been fucking the son of the very man she was in love with. Though as the moments ticked by, her eyes would darken and a look of sadness would start to settle upon her features.

"I have already discovered my worth remains the same as it was in highschool...So if you are simply here out of some sense of obligation, or some need to sate some primal urge that nobody else will fill....Then let me know now. I can handle being the plaything of certain people, but not somebody I have trusted as a friend all these years." A genuine look crossing her eyes, though what emotion it was, was hard to tell. If not impossible. She did not feel like normal people, and whenever she did, it was usually twisted and confused with some other emotion that made no sense in the moment. But whatever it was, it did give her a distinct look of being hurt almost.

A light shiver given as his hands moved to caress her sides, finding herself sliding into his touch as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Then, as she did, she would feel his lips press against her own, the kiss being one which was full on, heated and passionate. Enough to steal her breath in the moment, if only due to the suddenness of it, the surprise. Her hand instinctively curling around the back of his head and lacing through his hair, gripping tightly before she would force herself away, growling at the lack of contact. "Tell me now Kazuya...Why are you here? Why are you doing this?" Tongue slowly tracing her lips, breath washing over his own and her hand holding him close to her still, still within reach of another kiss should he answer properly....honestly. She wanted to know. If she was up for being some man's plaything he used when bored...Well then, she could just seek out Cael. She had to know. The fact that she used his full name, instead of the nickname she so adored proving that she was serious in this moment, as serious as she had ever been.

[william]

"... It was not in high school, I had already graduated by that time, and I did not get drunk, I was not even at the legal age to drink quite yet. Besides, I did not think my past personal life was of such interest to you that you would remember a moment from it even after all these years."

It did not matter to him that Kevala had taken a jab at a personal moment in his life, he was not so greatly injured by it that it would cause him to leave, he just took it in stride and moved on, not that he could leave anyways. When it came to Kevala, the moment you initiate a conversation with her, leaving was never a given option... EVER. You could never bow out and just leave any time you pleased.

"My dear Kevala, I do know I have the terrible habit of spoiling you, but there are times when that does not always apply to you. This happens to be one of those times. You may see your worth as the same as it was in high school, but I do not, I see your worth as greater than in high school. I am not here out of some sense of obligation towards you, or a need to sate a primal urge, because you are anything but a plaything to me. You are my little sister, my confidante, and one of the few I consider a very close friend..."

A sincere look of deep affection appearing on his face, seeing her eyes darken and a sad look settling upon her beautiful facial features, Kevala told him nearly everything that happened in her life, and for that, he was genuinely grateful for. It was not out of a sense of returning the favor that he told her practically everything that happened in his life, but because she was one of the few people he trusted almost completely.

Seeing a genuine look appear in her eyes, though of what emotion, he could not tell you, he would continue to look down at her with deep and genuine affection, he could tell there was some form of being hurt almost in her expression. Feeling the back of his hair being gripped tightly by her hand, a smirk could be seen tugging at the corners of his mouth after she had forced herself away, the very fact she had said his full name, told him just how serious she was.

"Why am I here? I am here for one specific reason: To see you. As for why am I doing this... I could only keep how I felt towards you to myself for so long, before even I grew tired of just not saying anything. I have become older, and would not stay a man of stone forever... And you, my Dark Princess, have been the one woman that has been a constant presence in nearly my entire life..."

Continuing to run his hands along her bare skin, he'd slowly move his hands downwards, now running his hands along the bare skin of her waist, his face still mere inches away from hers.

[Kevala Katashi]

She listened silently to his words. She picked out that part of his life, because it had pissed her off to no end that he would sleep with that little slut when she was still trying to get his attention herself. What had been so fucking special about her that would make him choose being with her over Kev herself, she didn't know. But Kevala did not forget things as easily as people might have liked.

Yet, she did not comment on it, nor did she comment on anything else he had to say. What was there to say really? She wanted to sleep with him, and had wanted to for some time...that had not changed. Her reasoning? Well, you could say it was because she just wanted what she couldn't have. Not really one to take "no" for an answer. So yeah, she had never stopped trying. Though she was not lying when she had said that she would be ceasing in her efforts after this night. She was just too tired of the endless pursuit that led to nowhere.

Letting him finish, she would simply look at him, giving the most genuine smile she had ever given before gripping his hair a bit tighter and pulling him into her. Once more her lips pressed against his, a heated, passionate kiss accompanied by a soft moan muffled into his lips. Her small body shifting closer to him, she would press her chest against his own, sliding into his grasp and allowing her free hand to grip his hip firmly.

She was done talking, she was done playing and teasing. She wanted this, and she wanted it now. He had spoiled her for years now, and that showed in her actions most of the time. Selfish and wanting to be spoiled, always expecting to get her way. (True that was always how she had been, but still. He had made it worse.) A soft growl given as she would deepen the kiss, her arm leaving his hip and snaking about his neck so that with one fluid motion she could hop upward and wrap her legs about his waist, not breaking the kiss as she did so. Leaving absolutely no room for backing out now.

[william]

Continuing to look at Kevala with an expression of genuine and deep affection, he would see her look at him and give him the most genuine smile he had ever seen from her before feeling his hair gripped a bit more tighter as he was pulled into her, her lips pressing against his in a passionate, heated kiss and a soft moan muffled into his lips, as he would deepen the kiss even more and kiss her back fiercely.

Feeling her shift her small body closer to him, her chest pressed against his and sliding into his grasp, his hip gripped firmly by her free hand, he would slide his hands below her waistline and grip her hips firmly with both his hands. All these years, Kazuya had spoiled Kevala and given her everything except the one thing she wanted, which was him himself. Now though, he would finally give her what she wanted so badly.

Feeling her deepen the kiss even more, her hand leaving his hip and snaking around his neck before hopping up and wrapping her legs about his waist, his hands would automatically move up and grip her thighs, keeping her supported, all while not breaking the kiss. Turning himself around, he would press Kevala up against the nearby wall, his chest pressing even more into hers, all while deepening the kiss to the furthest extent he possibly could, while his hands would reach up and undo the button of her jeans, if he was allowed to.

[Kevala Katashi]

Once this line had been crossed, seeking permission from her for anything would simply prove to spoil the mood. No, she was a bit of a one track mind type person in moments like this, and as he turned her to press her firmly against the wall, and began to reach for the button of her jeans, he would get a soft, muffled little growl against his lips and nothing more.

Not a warning. No, not by any means. But more of a "you better" type growl, one that suggested she was in no mood to stop and that if he thought he could play coy little mouse now...well he was seriously mistaken.

Continuing to kiss him just as passionately and fiercely as possible, her teeth occasionally nipping his lower lip in a mixture of playfulness and desire, she would break back from that kiss only to tilt her head to the side and bury her teeth into the side of his neck. Fifteen years. FIFTEEN YEARS it had taken her to win this game, by far the longest and most well fought game she had engaged in, save for one other. Be damned if she was going to play the soft, gentle, typical lover that she might have played had she been given what she wanted in the start.

No, as his blood washed over her tongue, she would growl rather heatedly against his flesh, retracting her teeth from the wound only to lock her lips about it, drawing his blood inward in slow, deliberate pulls. Her small hands moving to his shirt, no hesitation given before it was ripped open at the front, left to hang there exposing his chest which her hands now freely explored. He was always showing off how much money he owned, and Gods knew he never seemed to be unprepared for anything...so she was certain he could afford another, and most likely had one stashed away somewhere.

Unpredictability....something Kazy-pooh here was indeed not capable of. Well....save for this little moment, which to be honest, was highly uncharacteristic of him.

But whatever, she was getting what she wanted, and though she had questioned it at first...well she wasn't about too now. She was too far gone. Instead she would just tighten the grip of her legs about his waist, working to pull him into her, pin herself into the wall with his weight. Nails dragging down the flesh of his chest as she hissed in pleasure and sought out more of it...demanded more of it.

After all....Kevala always did love winning and getting what she wanted.

[william]

Receiving a soft, muffled little growl as a response, he would take that as a yes, and would proceed to undo the button of her jeans and pull Kevala's jeans off without any hesitation, all while continuing to kiss her back just as passionately and fiercely, if not more, his lower lip occasionally nipped by her teeth playfully and in desire. Feeling her pull away from the kiss, his gun metal gray eyes staring straight into her ice blue eyes as she tilted her head to the side, he would wince slightly as he felt her teeth bury into the side of his neck, more out of surprise than pain.

Hearing and feeling her growl heatedly against his skin, he would continue to wince slightly as she pulled her teeth from the wound, only to shiver when her lips locked around it and drew his blood inwardly in small, deliberate pulls. His dress shirt ripped open and left hanging after she had moved her hands to his chest, oh he could afford another dress shirt, but why would he? And he certainly did not have a spare one stashed away, he quite liked wearing this one as it was currently right now.

Feeling her tighten the grip of her legs around his waist, pulling him even more into her, shivering even more as he felt her nails drag down the skin of his chest, after he had gotten her jeans off (somehow), he'd proceed to pull her tank top off, tossing it off to the side before pulling his own ripped dress shirt off and reached up, to undo and pull her bra away, before sliding his hands down to her bare sides and would drag his nails along her skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

Moving himself even closer to her, he would pin her right up against the wall, not just his bare chest pressed right up against hers, but his entire body up against hers, as he continued to drag his nails along her sides. She demanded more, and he would give her what she wanted.

[Kevala Katashi]

Jeans off, she didn't care, his jacket and shirt were in shreds moments later and thrown upon the floor. The one thing about Kev was, if you made her wait too damn long, she was likely to tear your ass up in the process. It was no surprise that Kevala was a little on the kinky side, and well...the longer you made her wait, the worse it was, especially if she had pent up sexual frustration toward the person. For once, she could "almost" say she would feel sorry for Gabriel if she ever got her claws in him. "Almost" but not really.

Yet again, her mind seeming to become intensely distracted, though she shook her head to get him the fuck out of there, as she focused on her primary target, her shirt pulled off over her head, as blood ran down her chin, she would pant heavily. Though a split second later her teeth were buried into his shoulder, a new mark, one of many to follow. Her hands sliding around to his back and nails sinking into his flesh as she raked them down roughly.

Feeling herself pinned into the wall, she would hiss in pleasure, her mind lost in the moment as the crimson once more began to suffocate the blue from within them. Nope, the demon was out and about and more than ready to tear into him. He had pushed her too far for far too long and she was going to make sure he remembered this for awhile to come.

Finally she would break away from the kiss, her finger tips coated in blood, her lips dripping with it....those fiery eyes looking up into his as that twisted, dark little grin curled upon her lips moments before her fingers fisted in his hair and jerked him into a heated, passionate and bloody kiss. She didn't give a damn if he liked it or not, it was what she wanted and she was going to take it, all of it.

*TIME SKIP*

[william]

His leather jacket and dress shirt now in shreds, it was pretty obvious he would be driving his motorcycle shirtless after this... whenever that was, that is. Seeing Kevala shake her head while blood ran down her chin and panting heavily, he would feel her teeth bury into his shoulder this time, though he would not wince this time, nor feeling her nails sink into his back and rake them down roughly, leaving long scratch marks on his back, having grown used to it by now, instead, he would dig his nails in and drag them roughly along her sides, leaving long, bloody scratch marks of his own on her.

Pinning Kevala right up against the wall, noticing the crimson taking over the ice blue of her eyes, a dark, menacing look would begin to engulf his own features, mirroring his own, long for, but kept hidden away and festered desire for Kevala, to make her his, and only his. Feeling her pull away, her lips dripping with his blood and her fingertips coated in it, he would return the dark, twisted little grin on her face with his infamous smirk, his dark, fiery but menacing eyes would stare straight into her own fiery eyes before feeling his hair fist up in her fingers and jerked into a heated, passionate, but bloody kiss.

And damn did he like it, even if it was what Kevala wanted, didn't mean he wouldn't like it, and would kiss her back just as heatedly and passionately, if not more.

*TIME SKIP*

His jeans and underwear and other clothing scattered in different places, though all were left intact, thankfully, although blood ran down his entire body from pretty much everywhere, it made no difference to him how much blood he loss. Kevala was not the only one that got what she wanted after fifteen long years, he too, had finally gotten what he desired after so long.

Breathing in heavily, he would continue to stay lying down on his back, his own fingertips coated in her blood. At least nothing had happened that involved his Qi and leaving hand-shaped burn marks on her, though there were a couple scorch marks on the floor here and there... Okay, there were a lot of scorch marks, but at least it was the floor, and not the walls, or worse.

"... Now that... you have me... my Dark Princess... What will you... do with me... from here on out...?"

[Kevala Katashi]

She laid there, panting heavily with that same, satisfied and slightly sadistic smirk upon her lips. Her auburn hair in a mess, her lips stained red with crimson and blood coating about every part of her body. Mostly every single drop of it his, seeing as how she had not been easy on him, at all. She had clawed and bitten her way her way along his neck, shoulders, sides, chest and back.

Blood stained the walls, the carpet, and what little furniture there had been in the room was broken or burned in some fashion or another. Yep, she was rather content, for now. A little arch of her brow given as he would speak up, his words drawing a chuckle from her as she reached up and pushed her hair back from her face. "What would you have me do with you? Play with you until you break?"

She grinned slightly, shifting to her hands and knees to crawl about in search of her jeans, finding them thrown across the room and grabbing them up as she shifted to sit against the wall, propping herself up there, tongue caressing her lips to lick away the few drops of blood that still lingered there. From within her pants, she would fish out her phone, sliding it open and looking at the time...since the clock she used to have in here was in pieces now. "Perhaps you would care to share a little entertainment another evening? Or will you be running back to Japan now since you got what you came for?"

Sliding the phone closed, though holding it in her grasp, staying leaned into the wall so that she could relax, try and catch her breath. Try and regain that composure she was so used to having. "Though I do think you should stick around. It is going to take some more practice before you can keep up with me, that is for sure." A wicked little grin as icy hues settled upon him before closing...her head laying back into the wall.

[william]

"... I am sure you would not be able to break me, my Dark Princess. I am not that weak after all. Besides, it would not be just you that would be playing..."

Slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position, his arms resting on top of his knees, which were loosely bent upwards, his infamous smirk still upon his face, he would crawl around and grab his jeans and underwear while catching his breathe. Pulling his cellphone out and checking the time, as the clock in the room was now smashed to pieces, he was not surprised to see what time it was. It was so late, it was really early.

"... Me? Run away? My dear Kevala, that would be terribly rude of me. I would love for nothing more than to spend another evening and share a little entertainment with you... Just tell me the time and place. Of course I will be sticking around, I do not deny that I need more practice before I can keep up with you... It is why I am here for however long you want me around..."

Continuing to smirk at her as his own gun metal gray eyes settled upon her back, he would crawl over to her with his jeans and cellphone in his hands, before sitting down beside her, his back up against the wall, blood continuing to run down his entire body in slow, steady streams, though most of his wounds had started to clot, not that it mattered, blood was already splattered everywhere, and when he said everywhere, he meant everywhere.

Slipping his cellphone back into his jeans pocket and placing his jeans off to the side, he would reach out and tug Kevala over to and into his lap, his back pressed right up against the wall, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close to him, his bare chest pressed against her, while continuing to smirk at her.

"... Now then... Shall I stay at your place? Or will I be relegated to my own house for the duration of my stay?"

[Kevala Katashi]

Kevala would just arch her brow and listen silently as he spoke, not sure what to make of his words or his previous actions really. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, for she did...to a point..but he was still acting very different for a man who had proven to be stuffier than a closet full of moth balls for the last fifteen years. "You say that now, but we shall see." A little grin curling upon her lips as she slid her shirt back on, along with her jeans...leaving them unbuttoned for now.

As he crawled to get dressed, checking the time and then sitting against the wall, she would lean back, casting her eyes up to the ceiling and slowly tracing her tongue along her lips. "Oh whatever. You know damn well you will run back to Asia if something comes up. So do not sit there and lie to me." She knew she was not that important, at least not when it came to the men of her past and their business. But then, could she not say the same for them at this point? Would she drop everything to help any of the men from her past who had so easily put her on the back burner all these years? She thought not.

"Though you are free to keep spoiling me while you are here. That I won't mind." She nodded, tensing slightly as he grasped her and moved to pull her into his lap, a little uncertain what he had in mind just yet, but settling down once she figured out. Softly she would curl into his lap, her brow arching once more at his words as she debated them over within her mind.

"Oh silly Kazy-pooh. You have that overly extravagant mansion, with all your fancy cars and such. I have a simple house more suited to the modern American family. I think you would much prefer your home. Though if you wish I will stay with you for the remainder of the night." There was no promise how long it would be before she would get antsy and escape, seeing as how she despised closed in spaces, regardless if said space was inside some giant ass house she felt outside her element in. But then, the last time she had been in a house that big, had been with Katsuri...which yeah, had not ended well.

Though...it had been so much fun burning that fucking thing to the ground. A slight grin curling over her lips as she shook her head and shifted to lay it against him, allowing her mind, as always, to wander.

[william]

Kazuya simply smirking back at the little grin on Kevala's face, grabbing his jeans and underwear, he'd pull them on, leaving his jeans unbuttoned at the moment, and lean back against the wall, casually shoving his cellphone into his pocket. A slight smirk beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth, oh if only she knew. Although Kazuya was the Chief Financial Officer of Hikari Industries, he did not have to physically be in the company building all the time to do his job, he could be anywhere he chose and still do his job effectively. He just liked being in Japan because it was a bit more convenient, that's all.

"... My dear Kevala, I could never lie to you. I meant what I said, I can stay in New York City for however long I choose, and still be able to do my job in Hikari Industries. It's just a tad more convenient being there to hand in reports and calculations, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. Spending time with you is far more entertaining than taking a 12 hour long flight back to Japan, and as you wish, I shall continue to spoil you. I am at your beck and call after all..."

Kevala truly was important to Kazuya, and though he could not say for certain he would drop everything just to help her, he could say that she was more important to him than his job and he would do everything in his power to help her and be there when she needed him, if at all. Feeling her tense up as he gently pulled her into his lap, settling down after figuring out what he had in mind and curling into his lap, his slight smirk would continue to tug at the corners of his mouth.

Although he had a extravagant mansion here in New York City, back home in Tokyo, Japan, he lived in a simple but modest Japanese home exterior-wise, but interior-wise, everything was, for the most part, decorated in a traditional style. He only had a large mansion here because of his children, that was all.

"Oh no no no my Dark Princess, I could never ask you to stay in a place you are not familiar with. I do not mind staying at your house, I could use a change of pace, or in this case, change of environment. I would be greatly honored to stay in your house, if you will have me that is..."

Feeling her shift her head and lay against him, he would continue to keep his arms wrapped around Kevala, the last of the marks Kevala had inflicted upon him clotting up, the bleeding having finally stopped, though for how long that would last, remained to be seen. Kevala may have finally gotten what she wanted after fifteen long years, but as to whether she was completely satisfied, was yet to be seen.

"... I do enjoy and wish to spend as much time as I possible can with you, after all. Though you should know that I'm downsized to a smaller, more normal looking house. However, I suppose I should give you a bit of breathing room, so anytime you wish to see me, you may find me at this room in this hotel located in downtown."

Pulling out a business card of the hotel he was staying at, Kazuya would slide it to Kevala before gently lifting her up and off his lap, and would climb to his feet. As both his shirt and jacket were in shreds and for all intents and purposes, completely and utterly unwearable, he would bow his head slightly to her as he always did, before taking his leave out of her gallery, and climb onto his motorcycle, before heading off, dressed only in a pair of jeans, shoes, and his helmet.

Thank goodness it was too dark for anyone to see the blood completely coating his entire body, either wise he'd be in for a whole lot of unwanted questioning. Smirking slightly beneath his helmet, he was truly looking forward to spending more time with Kevala...

(End)