Author's Note: The HBO title card for this story would have warning about language, nudity, and sexual content, and it definitely isn't meant for people under the age of 18. I'm trying to write this one in a more linear fashion than my last one, so you should get the chapters one or two at a time instead of as a giant blast when I finish it.

Update 2017/07/15 - Found out that the characters I was using for my section breaks weren't working properly. Hopefully the ones I'm using now work a little bit better. Also, yay, it's got cover art now.

Faking A Happy Reunion

The blonde girl felt a groan slip past her throat. She pressed her shoulders back into the cool surface of the wall behind her, or perhaps the young man before her had pushed her back and was keeping her shoulders pressed there. She looked out into the room as she felt his lips trail kisses over the crook of her neck, and felt his strong hands hold her hips in place against the wall.

While the room looked completely unremarkable, the messy black hair that was in one corner of her vision seemed all too specific. She let out a sharp gasp as she felt teeth gently rake against her skin in a gentle nibble. He was trying to drive her mad. No…not trying. As she shifted her weight back and forth in an attempt to rub her thighs together she knew that he was very much succeeding.

Those devilish fingers that had been holding her hips curled further back, circling around her firm behind and giving it an appreciative squeeze. She let out a soft whisper of a moan as his fingers groped and massaged the round cheeks of her bottom. A hard moan slipped out when he used his grip to pull her hips forward, pressing her into a part of him that showed the impact that all of this was having on his body as well.

She shuddered softly, letting out another whispered moan, "R-Raku…"

As if he was spurred on by her moan, his hips slowly began a gentle rocking movement that spoke of something much more than just a make-out session against a wall. She bit her lip, trying not to think too hard about the possibility of them losing their clothes. It was a battle that she knew that she wouldn't be able to win if he kept pushing his anatomy against hers like that.

When she felt like all of this was going to be too much for her, he stopped and slowly began to pull away. Her chest heaved under the force of her laboured breathing as she looked up into his piercing blue eyes. His palms had taken new positions on the wall beside her shoulders, letting her hips go, but very much keeping her locked in place. He had a look that communicated that he was of a singular purpose, like a lion that at any moment would swallow up a poor defenceless deer. She shivered and brought her hands up from her sides, gripping her wrist tightly as she unconsciously attempted to protect her heart from the beast before her with her arms.

Raku smirked, the self-satisfied, and all too confident smile of someone who was in control. Just the curl of his lips was enough to send a shiver down Chitoge's spine. He brought his right hand away from the wall and let his fingertips play over her shoulder. She unconsciously leaned her body into his touch, earring her a gentle chuckle from him. His fingers continued their journey to the side of her neck where he had been nibbling and teasing her, and then they played over the collar of her button-up shirt.

Her cheeks burned with the heat of her emotions as his deft fingers found the button at her throat, and quickly released its duty of holding her shirt closed. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips, so close that all she could see was those deep soulful eyes. She felt another button slip through a buttonhole and shivered as his hand found hers. She felt his palm give her hands a gentle push, as if wordlessly encouraging them to move out of the way so that he might continue his work with her buttons.

She relented, pulling her arms away from her chest, bringing her hands up and letting her knuckles brush against the wall behind her. She bit her lip, feeling all too much like she was surrendering to him with her hands up like this. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore, instead closing to look to the side as an intense blush radiated heat from her cheeks. His hand came up quickly, abandoning it's button mission so to take a hold of her under her chin and force her back to looking into his eyes. She gasped as she saw a hunger there, a hunger that threatened to eat her alive.

The fingers of both of his powerful hands moved, slipping under the thin material where her shirt had already been parted. With a quick movement the sides of her shirt were pulled apart. The buttons struggled and strained, but were powerless against his strong arms, failing to hold onto the shirt at all and tumbling down to disappear on the floor.

Raku stared at her, taking in his work. She told herself that the shivers that ran through her body were from the sudden contact to the cool air, and not the feel of his burning gaze as it traveled over her skin. She swallowed hard, wondering briefly if he appreciated the white lace of her bra, or if his hungry eyes only care for the smoothness of her bare skin.

She moaned as his hot palms pressed against her flat stomach, his fingers slowly sliding down over her skin to the waist of her skirt. She felt the exploratory movements of his fingers as they slipped around the top of her skirt, looking for small silver zipper that hid in the back. They moved around behind her, one of them giving up on the zipper quest to instead take a handful of her ass in a firm grip. She mewled at the touch of his fingers on her behind, and closed her eyes tightly.

The sound of her skirt's zipper traveling downward seemed much too loud to her ears. It's journey was much too slow, the click of the interlocking teeth popping apart as the zipperhead traveled downward. It was taking much too long for the waist of her skirt to gain slack enough that it would no longer be held up by her shaking hips.

His hands returned moved up, his fingers interlocking with hers and pinning them fast to the wall behind her before she could even think to try and cover herself with them. She turned her head to look away again as she felt his burning gaze travel up and down her exposed body. She suddenly felt much too vulnerable, like she had been stripped of all of her armour and he could see more than just her skin, but also her soul, and her intense desire. Her blush at those thoughts made itself known furiously.

His head dipped forward, and his lips found her skin, just under the edge of her ear. She screwed her eyes shut a deep low moan ripped its way from her throat. Her fingers curled tightly around his hands, gripping onto him for dear life as if letting go might mean that she flew away. Her breathing came in sharp ragged gasps, and his lips traveled down her neck, settling at her clavicle, nibbling gently at her skin.

The feeling was intoxicating, leaving her head in a haze of pleasure and passion. When his hands left hers, she panicked for a moment, as if the possibility of floating away if she wasn't held down was real. When his fingers moved down to her ribs she felt herself relax into his touch, glad to still feel it on her skin.

Raku's fingers felt like fire, burning delicate patterns into her exposed skin as they moved around. She wanted to feel that more, to feel it everywhere. She hear another low moan that in her current state she hadn't even been aware she was making. Her skin rose in goosebumps at his touch, and she felt like he was sapping away her life with his touch. Her arms slowly slid down against the wall, she no longer felt like she had the strength to hold them up.

One of his fingertips getting caught in her bellybutton on it's journey downward. She gasped, and flexed back, trying to help him get free so that he could move on a little bit faster. She knew that she must look like a woman possessed by her carnal desires as her body begged him to move on and, as if it had a will of her own, flexed and moved, presenting itself to him for the taking. She didn't need words to beg him to satisfy him, they could communicate their need for each other with just a touch.

She shuddered as his fingertips found the waistband of the frilly undergarments that she had chosen with the hopes that he might see them. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him through her eyelashes. His face seemed so focused, as if the only thing in the world that mattered was her. His eyes flashed up from his work and locked onto hers, and she felt like he had stolen her breath with that simple glance. She felt his probing fingertips push and pull and work their way between the thin elastic and the skin that burned with a need to be touched.

Her lips moved, forming words before her mind knew what was happening, "Do…do you love me?"

She hated the words as the left her mouth. They meant that he was going to have to stop what he was doing to answer her. They let him know how worried and vulnerable she really was if he hadn't been able to see it yet. The words made her feel like she was weak, like she desperately needed him to validate her. Worst of all, deep in her heart, she knew the answer before he said it.

Before he said anything she felt like a cold icicle had been buried in her heart. She wanted to melt away into the wall, disappear into nothingness and be lost forever. She wanted to take away the words, to live in the passion of the moments that had led up to this, instead of having the cruel reality crash into her and destroy her hopes and dreams. She hated the question…and she hated herself for asking it, knowing that he'd never give her the answer that she needed.

"I'm sorry, I can't." Hot tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he lips formed a tight scowl, "I love Onodera…this is just for our fake romance."

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Chitoge jolted awake, her hands moving to her mouth as she reacted to the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes still stung with the sensation of tears, her cheeks feeling wet and hot from their trails. She looked around the cabin of the private jet, and tried to take herself out of the dream turned nightmare. She shook her head slowly, trying to shake off the lingering tendrils of sleep that reminded her of the vivid imagery that her mind had come up with before destroying it with the coldness of her cruel truth.

As she caught her breath, she reminded herself why she was here. None of this trip was hopes that she could rekindle a fake relationship with Raku Ichijo. That boat had sailed when she had left Japan for the sake of his relationship with Onodera. She wasn't coming back to dwell on that though, she was coming back to see all of her old friends from high school, to learn how their lives had changed in the past five years. She wanted to catch up and to reconnect, not specifically with anyone, but with everyone.

She took a long breath to settle her nerves and slowly let her hands drop away from her face. Everything was going to be fine. With her leaving and taking all of that drama with her, everyone was probably going to thank her for making it easier to get to the happy parts of their lives. She smiled and wondered briefly if Ruri had ever realized how head-over-heels in love she was with Shuu, or if Onodera's sister had ever come to grips with Raku being her 'prince'.

The old memories forced a chuckle past her lips and made her almost forget about the sexually charged nightmare that she had woken up from moments before. Yeah, everyone was going to be doing fine. She was sure. She'd go visit them, and find out how everything had worked out, and maybe she'd even find out that there was a new kid or two somewhere.

She had kind of kept contact with some of them over the years. A few e-mails to say 'hi' and to let everyone know that she wasn't dead, but there had been less information passing hands than she would have liked. She had heard, for example, that Onodera was still working at her family's cake shop, and that Shuu had become a teacher, but didn't really know what had been happening in their personal lives. She blamed her focus on work from keeping her from asking the questions that really mattered.

Chitoge nodded as if pumping herself up. She'd definitely have to make time to ask Ruri all about any interesting books she had been reading, ask Shuu if he had ever conquered his habit of being a little pervy, and ask Onodera if she had ever managed to make food taste as good as it looked. Yeah, she'd find out how everyone had gotten past the things that had held them back and found their happiness.

And Raku…

She'd have to talk to Raku too. She felt her heart grow heavy at the thought. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to tackle that particular hurdle. He was probably going to be more than a little bit mad about the way that she had left. Surely things had worked out though. Without her in the way he could have gotten together with Onodera, and that was all he really wanted. He should be thanking her for thinking of him first.

He was the one person she had no information about. She hadn't been able to bring herself to reach out to contact Onodera directly, so Raku was definitely not someone that she had been ready to talk to. Somehow every time she had gone to write down a question about him, her fingers had gotten too shaky to ask. It wasn't like she was afraid to know, right? She already knew. She had always just been a bother. It wasn't worth it to bother him again just so that she knew, right?

A crackly voice came over the intercom interrupting her from her thoughts, "We'll be landing soon, Miss Kirisaki. Please make sure to buckle up."

Chitoge smiled as she clicked the thick seatbelt into place, her eyes looking longingly out the window. In just a few minutes she'd be back on solid ground and out of this stuffy cabin. She'd be able to breath in the fresh Japanese air, take in the sights, and see the friends that she had left behind so long ago. This trip was going to be great, she knew it.

A slim smile formed on her lips as she looked down on Japan, "I'm finally coming home."