A/N:- Hi guys! I am soooooo sorry about this late update! It's been 6 months since I last updated! Even for me that's a record! :P Here's the last chappie! I even threw in some fluff! Thank you so much for the reviews, follows and faves! And thank you for being patient! :P

Icy cold water poured seamlessly from the shower, onto the still blushing young woman below. Her skin screamed with protest as the cold penetrated her body like icy shards, only to be replaced by the overwhelming heat that had taken over her body after his touch.

'Just one touch',she thought with frustration, and he was able to make her body ache with longing for more! Just one brush of his soft, gentle lips, and she longed to cover them with her own. And just a slight feel of the evidence of his arousal made her want to bury her wet and eagerly waiting womanhood into his hardness, satisfying her thirst for him, her lust for him, and most important of all, her love for him...

Straightening up, she sharply twisted the shower knob the other way. Steaming hot jets of water screamed through the shower and beat mercilessly against her chocolate caked skin. Under the force of the hot water, the dried up syrup rapidly began to melt.

Closing her eyes again, she basked in the pleasant, ticklish sensation of the chocolate syrup slowly trickling down her neck..her breasts..her belly...her thighs...

Steam from the hot water arose around the shower cubicle, enveloping her in it's warmth. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and imagined herself back in his warm embrace, letting him have her in ways no one had ever had before...in ways her creative imagination had no trouble coming up with anymore, thanks to her 'training'.

She smiled as she felt a pair of familiar hands circle her waist from behind. They gripped her waist firmly, before pushing her against an even more familiar MALE body. A highly aroused male body.

She rubbed her ass tantalizingly against his rock hard cock, teasing him, and her with infinite hints of what could happen next in the steamy shower cubicle...

He didn't like that..he didn't like that one bit. A low growl emitted from his throat, as with one fluid motion, he flipped her to face him, crushing her lush, naked body against his equally naked, more muscular form. Gazing down at her beautiful soaked body, and the amazing feel of her soft breasts against him, he felt all the blood in his brain rush south.

He dipped his head lower and pulled her higher up against his body, till their lips were only a hair's breadth away from each other. She closed her eyes, her lips parted with pleasure and the expectation of the searing hot kiss that his mouth promised. Only it didn't...

Her mouth widened to let out a scream of rage, but what it let out was a strangled moan as his teeth sank into her soft, slender throat with gentle mercilessness. He nipped and sucked , and licked and bit, driving her nerves into overdrive with the pleasurable sensations he skillfully invoked in her sensitive areas.

He pushed her roughly against the door of the cubicle, pinning her hands to it with his strong arms, while his mouth never left her body. His hands roamed down to her waist, tightly encircling it like a snake,and he pulled her roughly against him. His mouth found her shoulder, which he bit hard, before sucking it hungrily, possessively,like his life depended on it, while his fingers dug into her skin deeper.

She gasped and moaned, trying to catch her breath as she fought hard to keep up with him. His hands trailed down to her ass, cupping it and squeezing it lightly, wandering back to her back, massaging them with his nimble fingers.

She groaned at the flood of pleasure engulfing her as he touched, marked and kissed her all over, in places she never realized were so sexually sensitive, intensifying the moans that echoed in the cubicle.

There was something spectacularly erotic about making love in a tiny enclosed space with nothing but steam and hot water around them. It was like their own world, where they conveyed their emotions using their bodies in ways beyond her wildest imagination.

She could feel his arousal, and longed to run her tongue along his long, hard shaft until he came in her mouth, breathless and begging for more. She wanted to feel him thrust into her tight dripping wet walls that were eagerly anticipating his imminent arrival. She longed..oh, she longed to..

" Oh God..!", she breathed out, as his mouth which had already placed several hickeys along her shoulder, now kissed her neck with a gentleness that made her heart flutter. His lips..she knew their texture by now..so soft, so..so kissable! She wanted to cover them with her own, feel the heat of his mouth melting against her own, prolong the pleasure of their tongues twisting together, mating each other, tasting each other...oh she was dying for the kiss she was so rudely denied at the last scene!

She wound her arms around his neck as his lips trailed soft, gentle, loving kisses down to her breasts. A soft scream erupted from her mouth as he caught each nipple between his teeth, sucking them till they were rock hard and sensitized to his very breath, which made her shudder with pleasure.

She loved this.., she realized dazedly, barely noticing his mouth traveling further down to her entrance. She loved this..and him! And if he ever stopped, and God help help him if he did, she would murder him!

A fresh outbreak of screams broke out in the steamy cubicle as his tongue plunged into her soaking wet pussy, circling and tasting her like a cat licking every drop of it's milk. She was pressed flush against the glass walls, her hair clinging erotically to her equally wet face, while her hands wove into his hair, pushing him, encouraging him for more...When he reached a particularly sensitive area, a loud moan ripped from her throat and she arched her back against the wall, effectively banging her head hard against it.

And that, brought an abrupt end to her reverie.

Ren turned when he heard the click of the shower room open behind him and felt his breath hitch. He could almost feel his mouth water as his eyes devoured every detail of the ravishing sight before him.

Kyoko, his Kyoko, had stepped out of the shower with nothing but a charcoal black towel wrapped around her her slim figure. Her pale skin was flushed and dripping wet, and her drenched, chestnut hair was messily plastered around her forehead, screaming of a fantastic session of hard core shower sex.

Within microseconds, his mind was brimming with dirty images of him and Kyoko in the shower, in every kind of position he could come up with, and unbeknownst to him, so could Kyoko.

As tempted as he was to satisfy his sudden thirst by licking every drop of water of her delectable body, the frozen, panicked expression on her face reminded him to keep a check on his raging lust for the girl he loved.

She had every right to be shocked.

She had every right to panic.

And she had every right to scream and have him thrown out of her room.

After all, her co-star, who was otherwise a complete stranger, had entered her changing room uninvited, and patiently waited until she'd finished her shower.

That was a little creepy, he had to admit.

But he was damned if she was going to have him thrown out of her changing room. He was no stranger to her and she damned well knew it! He had seen the spark of recognition in her eyes thanks to her disturbingly photogenic memory of...bodies.

Yes, she knew Ken Katsuki was nothing but a farce. But Ken Katsuki wasn't Ren Tsuruga either. He was not the gentle, spinelessly polite wimp with infinite patience, that she had put up on an annoyingly high pedestal. He was not going to apologize for barging in uninvited and leave without so much as a whimper!

No. Ironically, he was being his true self behind that 'mask' of Ken. And so, he was going to handle this situation the way the real him always did best.

Impulsively.

For five whole seconds, Kyoko stood frozen, a petrified look on her face. Her jaw dropped, leaving her mouth wide open in a comical 'O', as her frenzied brain tried to come up with a reasonable explantation for the apparition in her room.

For that's what it was right? There was no way Tsuruga San could have barged into her room for a second time in one day surely?

But she'd just had a highly erotic and disturbingly realistic daydream about the two of them in the shower. She would have sworn it had really happened, had she not known that her love was one-sided. Ren would never have touched her, or made love to her that way. For he did not love her.

And she knew what a lovesick fool she could turn into. Though to have sexy hallucinations about her sempai every five minutes couldn't be normal...right?

So if she was hallucinating right now, the sensible thing would be to snap out of it...right?

But he looked so deliciously handsome, and his arms so inviting,a delighted smile lit up her face as she glanced down at the prominent bulge in his pants.

It couldn't hurt to dream a little more could it?

Kyoko fought hard against the blush that flooded the rest of her cheeks and finally the rest of her body with a beautiful, crimson tinge. The look on Ren's face as he met her steady gaze was costing every inch of her will power not to run away with embarrassment.

She felt some of her tightness ease when his gaze softened. His head dipped in a tiny nod of acknowledgement of her as a woman. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and smiled, as though she were inhaling the sweetest of scents. When her eyes opened, she was no longer the Kyoko who shied away from anything remotely sexual.

She was now the person she had envisioned as part of herself a while ago when she had first seen herself in the bikini. The playful, perverted side of her that had lain dormant all these years, suddenly took control of her entire being. She felt a rush of adrenaline at the thought of pleasuring the delectable man who had done the same to her in that unforgettable chocolate bath.

Wicked images flooded her creative imagination and she unconsciously licked her lips as she started to walk away towards him.

She could feel it. The sudden tensing of his muscles, the racing of his heart, the sharp intake of breath, and the flash in those sinful, emperor eyes...he wanted her now, in his arms. She knew it. She could feel it. And oblige him she would, but not after teasing him with glimpses and little samples of what he was about to taste.

Ren gulped, his resolve starting to slip as he felt himself being eaten up alive by those gorgeous eyes. Lust, love and overwhelming confusion held him firmly in their grip at the predatory way Kyoko was approaching him. In normal circumstances, he would have killed to have Kyoko look at him that way. But these were anything but normal circumstances! Hell, this was Kyoko they were talking about! What on earth would possess her to act that way?

Unless, that was exactly what she was doing? Acting? Acting to cover up her embarrassment? He knew her well. She had probably been ruminating endlessly over the intimate scenes they had just shot, enough to fill her mind with only him.

He had come to her with the supposed reason of giving her some information regarding their next photo-shoot but he wouldn't be surprised if the real reason for his visit was because the perverted side of him hoped to catch a glimpse of her again- with chocolate and bikini.

Well, yes, that was one of the main reasons.

But right now, he realized , his eyes widening with panic as Kyoko drew nearer looking very much like the cat that had cornered the mouse, right now if he didn't take things in into his hands, nothing in the world would be able to stop him from having her.

"Mogami San!", the words slipped out, as he automatically slipped into Ren Tsuruga mode. He held up both his hands, stopping her right in her tracks. She was still inches away from him but froze at the honorofics. Her eyes brimmed with surprise and horror and gone was the sexy, hungry look from her face.

The surprise in her face was replaced by confusion, doubt and a look of apprehension at having been caught doing something wrong. Her eyes slowly went down to his hands, held up as if in a sign of surrender. She gulped, and closed her eyes briefly before cautiously raising her hand inch by inch towards his raised ones. Her face was scrunched up in furious concentration, as she hoped against hope that the man before her was really what she thought he was - a dream.

Unfortunately the God's were not in her favor.

The lightest touch of flesh against flesh, rippled through her like a bolt of lightening and she jumped back in shock.

'Tsuruga san..he really is here..he's NOT a figment of my imagination!...He's here for real...not a hallucination..', she faintly chanted the words over and over in her head hoping that, that would somehow wake her up from what promised to be an extremely embarrassing dream.

"Erm..Mogami san?", Ren worriedly placed both his hands on her bare shoulders, sending goosebumps rising all over her skin. His concerned voice, intended to soothe her, only managed to scare her out of her wits for some mysterious reason. Any idea that Kyoko had for using her acting skills to escape the awkward situation promptly flew off her brain which had absolutely ceased to function at his touch.

She almost did a dogeza at his feet, his hands on her shoulders preventing her from bowing all the way down on her knees, and screamed inwardly at herself for her stupidity.

First, she saw him with her own eyes, boldly standing in her changing room. 'But nooo! I just HAD to think he was an illusion,', she wailed silently to herself. 'And as if that were not enough, I HAD to touch him to make sure he was real! Oh nooo! He must think I'm a nut already!'

"Katsuki san, wh..what are you doing here?", she asked meekly, wondering if by some miracle she could bluff her way out of this situation. The instant the words slipped out, she mentally slapped herself. She was acting like she was in the wrong here, when in reality he was the intruder of her privacy! She should have sounded more outraged and stern when asking him that question.

Outraged and stern, though her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Tsuruga san casually entering her changing room as if he had done it millions of times before.

"I know you recognize me Mogami san.", he said quietly. He said it simply, matter of factory, allowing no room for denial and she got the hint. She looked into his eyes for a few moments and her shoulders slumped down as she let out a defeated sigh.

"I'm sorry...", she mumbled incoherently.

He stared down at her incredulously. She was apologizing to him! And for the life of him, he could not imagine why! What had she done wrong?

"Mogami san, I believe I should be the one apologizing for barging in when you could have been changing! I thought it would be all right to enter when I found your door unlocked. And I should have left when I realized you were showering. Yet I chose to wait bec-" He broke off when he realized she wasn't exactly listening to him. She was violently shaking her head and covering her face in her hands.

"I was apologizing for that..that situation earlier!", she babbled, finally dropping her hands down to her sides, downcast. She didn't dare meet his eyes in her embarrassment. If she had, she would have seen the slightly amused smile twitching at his lips.

"Mogami san,", he gently reassured her. "I didn't dislike that 'situation' as you so nicely put it.", he said the words like a man experimentally dropping a bomb and still sticking around to see how it would explode.

In his case, there wasn't even a fizzle.

"You must have thought I was one of those loose woman you find in those late night shows.", she brushed aside his slightly flirtatious comment, still enveloped in self outrage. "I sincerely apologize for my inappropriate behavior Tsuruga saaan!", she bowed her head as deep as she could with her shoulders still in Ren's firm grip. "Please rest assured that none of this will happen in the future!"

'That's what I'm afraid of!', he thought sadly.

"In fact, this is all Takashi san's fault with his stupid training!", she finished, flushing angrily as memories of the training came back to her.

Ren's ears perked up at the last sentence. "Training?", he asked curiously. "What does training for a commercial have, to do with the earlier situation." Obviously he thought she meant acting training.

Kyoko looked up in panic as she realized she had just let out a very taboo secret to her sempai. She had planned never to tell anyone, including moko san, about her deep, dark secret and now she had gone and botched it up!

"Er..n..nothing Tsuruga san! I mean,", she forced a laugh, "Just some training to um..get more used to doing the kind of intimate scenes we have to do for this kind of commercial." She kept her fingers crossed hoping he would let it go at that. She wasn't lying. She just left out a few details.

"You know,", his eyes narrowed, "for an incredibly good actress, you're an incredibly terrible liar. I know when you're keeping something from me Mogami san and I can tell it is obviously upsetting you."

Kyoko felt a warm glow in her heart at his obvious concern and his praise about her acting skills. Then she made her next mistake. She looked straight into his puppy dog like expressive eyes.

"He..he made me watch porn!", she revealed reluctantly, saying the word 'Porn' with half disgust and..half reverence..?

Ren's eyebrows shot up to his hair, her tone not going unnoticed by him."Did you enjoy it Mogami san?", he asked her a little teasingly. He felt a tremendous urge to laugh building up inside him but controlled it admirably.

"No! I most certainly did not enjoy them!", she burst out furiously. "Yes, 'them' not 'it'! He..he..", she floundered to find the right words in her outrage. "He made me watch them for weeks, everyday before the commercial! I had to watch those embarrassing movies until I knew them backwards! And as if that were not enough, he came up with this horrible torture, which he called.."

"Yes..?", Ren patiently prompted her.

"His..his sex lessons,", she whispered with a distasteful shudder.

"..."

This time, Ren was not amused. All good humor disappeared, to be replaced by a mixture of confusion, disbelief and anger. 'Did I just hear what I thought I heard?!'

"His sex lessons.", he repeated calmly, though the amount of emphasis he out on the word 'sex' hinted he was feeling otherwise. "I see. And what exactly happened in these...lessons?"

Kyoko gulped as he gripped her shoulder a little tighter. She could sense the tightly leashed anger in his voice. She could even see it in his eyes. Yet, somewhere deep in those beautiful green orbs, she could see compassion and concern swimming in the swirl of emotions in his eyes.

"Well,", she began uncertainly. How on earth did one start a conversation on this?! "Well, the sex lessons were about..sex"

"I figured out that out myself funnily enough.", he replied impatiently."But what..happened in these lessons?"

"Um..well, he pretty much drilled me on the foreplay and seduction techniques.", she admitted red-faced. "A..and.."

"And?", Ren dreaded the answer that was to come.

"And he coached me on all the possible sexual positions, and, um..all the sensitive p..parts of a man's body, along with the entire male anatomy of course."

Ren felt like his soul had just floated away. He was just an empty shell, standing before the girl who had delivered shocking news. His head reeled at the images of Kyoko and the dirty old director in positions he had envisioned himself in. But while they had turned him on earlier, they made him sick with fury now. The thought of Takashi using 'Anatomy classes' as an excuse to..

That sick bastard had forced himself on an innocent seventeen year old! He had defiled her sweet body with his filthy hands! He had..he even had..Ren couldn't bring himself to even think about it!

And Kyoko? Why had she been silent all these weeks? Why hadn't she told anyone? Especially the President, if not him?! Had Takashi threatened her? Blackmailed her? Or..had she been a willing participant? No! She couldn't have! She was too sweet, too innocent to even contemplate such a vile act! But-for someone who had supposedly been forced upon, she seemed pretty cool with it. Embarrassed maybe, but..

"Did you..did you enjoy them?", he croaked, voicing his thoughts. In fact, he was surprised his voice was still functioning.

"I hated them!", she burst out, her eyes flashing with anger and indignation. "How could I have possibly enjoyed such torture?!"

"Then why-?"

"Do you have any idea how it felt, being marched to his bedroom and forced to put up with his lessons, knowing there's no way of escape with the door locked?", she ranted, her eyes sparkling with angry tears. "He even made me sit weekly exams to check my performance!"

At that moment, Ren felt a black hatred for the evil director winding itself around him, slowly dragging him into it's poisonous depths. He did not even want to imagine the different ways Takashi made her 'sit' her exams. All he was capable of imagining was the different ways he could murder that man!

"He highlighted diagrams, made me memorize..words!", she shuddered.

"He taught you everything theoretically as well?", Ren asked incredulously. That asshole wanted to have his cake and eat it too?

"The lessons were theoretical only.", she replied with a confused frown.

Ren deflated like a balloon filled with toxic smoke. It felt so good to be rid of the unnecessary baggage! "Not practical?", he asked carefully, pulling her closer. He had to make sure.

Kyoko stared at him in confusion for a few seconds, then her eyes widened. "Of course, they weren't!", she cried. "I would have told you if he'd forced himself on me!"

Ren felt like doing a little dance around the room in his jubilation. 'She was not molested..She was not molested!', he sang gleefully over and over in his head feeling deliriously relieved. He laughed loudly, confusing Kyoko further with his sudden mood swings.

"Tsuruga san?", she probed gently, snapping his attention to her.

Ren looked down at her, a tender expression on his face at the sweet, cute girl who had effortlessly captured his heart. He raised a hand and lovingly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears, making her blush. He felt a surge of protectiveness rise within him after the latest incident. True, it was a misunderstanding, but he was going to do everything he could to keep her safe. Maybe she would never be his to love, hold and cherish, but he would forever be hers.

And as he gazed at her with a lovesick expression which could put any infatuated, hormonal teenager to shame, he felt a familiar, overwhelming urge to crush her lips against his. But he could not risk it. Her trust, her friendship, and possibly her future love for a few seconds of madness. If he did that, he would have to tell her everything about his true identity. And he wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

So he did the next best thing. He pulled her into his embrace and held her there as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. Which to him, she was.

At first she stiffened. Her hands remained limply at her sides and she froze at the unexpected overdose of Ren Tsuruga she was basking in. His muscled arms held her in their strong, comforting embrace and his scent engulfed her, trapping her in the strength of it's familiarity. A small contented smile curled up her lips as she allowed herself to relax against him and enjoy the closeness.

She closed her eyes, her heart fluttering at the feel of being in his arms, if only for a little while. Somewhere in her heart, she allowed herself to believe that he considered her more than a kouhai, and cherished her as a friend. Somewhere in her heart, she allowed herself to hope that he would come to love her just as much as she loved him.

They stayed like that a while, taking comfort in each other's arms before finally breaking apart. At this point, Kyoko suddenly felt a prominent bulge against her pelvis and blushed for the umpteenth time that day. Ren smiled unabashedly at her shyness and gently cupped her cheek, turning her face up to him.

"I want you to know this,", he said quietly. "You will never need sex lessons to seduce me and get that kind of a reaction from me. You are a beautiful woman, Mogami Kyoko. There is a softness and innocence in your beauty that can drive most men wild with desire. And love too."

"Thank you Tsuruga san", Kyoko replied softly, her heart racing at the precious moment with her beloved sempai. It took little moments like these that made her fall deeper in love with him. Maybe he would never love her in that way as a man loves a woman, but she would always cherish what that had now.

Ren's eyebrows suddenly furrowed in concern. "I just remembered, Mogami san, did you hurt yourself in the shower? I thought I heard you cry out a couple of times."

Kyoko's eyes widened as she realized he had heard the parts of her daydream where she was more..vocal. She let out a long peal of uncontrollable and unconvincing fake laughter. "Oh, yes Tsuruga san! I um..hit the shower head."

"The shower head?", he asked frowning.

"Yes, yes!", Kyoko egged him on desperately, silently urging him to buy her explanation. "Several times in fact! It was so annoying, it kept getting in my way everytime I raised my head."

"Oh, I see.", he said finally. Then he frowned again as something struck him. "But you aren't even tall Mogami san!"

Kyoko groaned inwardly. 'Why did I have to fall in love with someone so curious?'

3 Weeks Later

"CUT!"

Kyoko hurriedly tried to get off Ren's lap after having just completed the last scene. She was dressed in what seemed to be one of Yuki Bolero's cast-offs. A micro mini French maid costume. Ren was dressed in a blue button up shirt. A tie and business suit lay carelessly on the floor, after she had ripped them off his body for the scene. This had been more of a photo shoot , with a couple of shots to be played in the commercial. But most of the shots were for the product covers.

For three weeks, they had been shooting scenes and photos shoots for the chocolate flavored condoms. In three weeks, Kyoko felt as if she had aged ten years.

She had been forced to indulge in and enjoy skin to skin contact with Ren Tsuruga. She had shot a couple of hot and heavy scenes with him by now. And every one of those scenes allowed her a glimpse into the Emperor of the Night, making her body ache for him. But have him, she would not. Not unless he loved her back. It took every ounce of restraint in her body, not to grab his lips for a carnal kiss.

And she could never look at chocolates the same way again, she realized mournfully.

The latest scene had an almost kiss in it. While she sat on his lap, they shared a single bar of chocolate. The 'sharing' was not the conventional way of sharing. Both of them had one side of the chocolate in their mouth. They had to 'sensually move through the chocolate focussing only on each other's lips and the anticipation of the rich flavors when their tongues finally met'.

Those were Takashi's words.

Kyoko thought it was utter garbage but the scene allowed her to at least brush her lips against Ren's before the evil director called 'Cut'. He really had a knack for spoiling a moment.

The 'Evil director' now walked towards them, beaming with pleasure. "Well done both of you! Mogami san! I knew I was right to choose you! Katsuki san, you were brilliant as usual! I'm going to enjoy working with the two of you for the next two months!"

"Two months?", Kyoko half screeched. There was a limit to her will power! " I thought we were done with the last scene today!"

"For the chocolate flavored condoms, yes.", he agreed. " but we still have three more flavors to work on!" Noticing her stunned look of disbelief, he tutted. " You really should have read the contract more thoroughly Mogami san! That's what you've signed up for! Now tell me! As your reward for such good work, I'm going to ask you which flavor you'd like to go with next! Coffee, strawberry or vanilla?", the flavors rolled off his tongue, making him sound like an ice cream vendor.

Kyoko felt a sudden tug at her waist and went crashing back to Ren's lap. "I'm in the mood for strawberry, thanks!", he sent a wicked grin her way.

She glared at him. With the blonde hair and green eyes, he looked almost like an angel and reminded her strongly of someone. But he seemed to have the heart of the devil!

If I didn't know better, I'd say he was actually enjoying this!'

A/N:- Please leave a review! Any typos, let me know though I think I've corrected most of them. Oh, and I didn't have the. Kiss and end up together! This was supposed to be a short fic where I wanted to tease poor Kyoko with the situation that Ren finds himself in often. Yes, I mean the Heel siblings act. ;) I had a sequel planned out but not too sure about it for now. It was supposed to be focused on Sho and how he reacts to the commercials! :P

Anyway, love you guys! Xoxoxoxoxo