This is my very first fan fic story. I am currently going through and polishing this up. It's an idea that I've had for a long time and I'm just going to take my time with it and see where it ends up. Please note that this will probably be a long story, so please be patient with me. I hope you enjoy it, friends. :)

Chapter 01: Kyoko

Long nails the color of deepest scarlet dug into hard muscle. Tossing her head back, swollen lips parted in a loud, sensuous scream. Tasseled waves of brown hair ran down the elegant contours of her slender back, bouncing against her body as she rode him fiercely. Thighs drenched with her bliss, soaked them both as her orgasm flooded around them.

"You're so fucking hot tonight, Shoko," Sho said admiring the beautiful way her body shuddered beneath his touch. Grabbing her waist tightly with his strong hands, he sat up and threw her down upon her back, diving deeply into her depths, eliciting more moans from the gorgeous young manager. Sweat kissed breasts stuck to his body as he pressed himself upon her. Hooking his arm beneath her thigh, he parted her legs and began to thrust roughly in and out. She became louder, unhindered in her pleasure.

"Don't… stop…." She whimpered into the dark room. Shoko slammed her hands upon the headboard to keep from hitting her head, their bodies rocking the motions of his hips plummeting. Every inch of her body was alight with sexual satisfaction. Feeling the strong bite of teeth sinking into her shoulder, she sunk her fingers into his hair and viciously pulled his head from her skin. "No… marks…"

Sho grabbed her wrists cruelly and pinned them to the bed. His mouth then found perch on her neck and he sucked again, applying more pressure and sucking as hard as he could. He'd be damned if he didn't leave a mark on this conquest. Shoko wrapped her free leg around his waist and started bucking her hips in response to him, feeling the edges of another orgasm reaching its point of explosion.

Sho released one of her wrists and slipped his fingers between them. Soaking his thumb with her arousal, he rubbed her swollen bud. Familiar finger nails clawed at his back violently. Got it, he thought. He continued his ministrations of her sweet spot and grinned handsomely when she came again. Moving his mouth down her body, he swallowed her erect nipple and flicked the tip of his tongue over her, making her tremble.

Shoko tugged his hair and forced his mouth to hers. His tongue fell into her mouth hungrily and she sucked him, moving her head back and forth just as she would if she were working a bit lower. Suddenly, Sho pulled away. He pulled out making her cry out in protest. But her complaints were very quickly quieted when he flipped her onto her stomach, grasped her ass and slid her back over him. Leaning over her, Sho began to fuck her furiously. Shoko buried her head into the crumpled sheets and shouted his name over and over as he rode them both to a mutual climax.

Exhaustion hit him and Sho collapsed on top of his manager. The clamminess of their bodies making their skin sticky. Drinking air in large gulps, he took a couple minutes to compose himself. After his heartbeat calmed down, he rolled off of her onto his back and stared at the lunar luminescence that glowed upon the white ceiling. Damn you… he thought bitterly.

Propping herself up on her elbows, Shoko faced her charge and felt her heart tighten. It seemed that even in moments like these, he was no longer hers. The longing, angry look in his eyes always appeared whenever Kyoko fell into his thoughts. Sighing heavily, she sat back and raked her hair out of her face. "I think I'm going to go take a shower." Receiving no reaction, she clenched her teeth and removed herself from his presence.

Sho continued to stare at nothing, oblivious of yet another broken heart. Golden eyes embraced by furrowed brows and red cheeks of rage danced across his visions like a continuous loop. Messy auburn hair curtaining an expression of bitter hatred—they no longer stayed in his dreams. Mogami Kyoko had started to infiltrate his waking eyes as well and it pissed him off. Thinking back to the sex, the idol realized that every moment of it was spent with him wishing it was his childhood friend instead of the manager that he was growing tired of. Even since he stole Kyoko's first kiss, he's been wanting so much more, his body just wouldn't be satisfied until he got her.

The shower door opened, revealing a smoke of steam. Ren stepped out, grabbed a black towel off the rack, and wrapped it securely around his wet waist. Water dripped relentlessly from the ends of lengthy dark brown hair. The uncaring actor briefly shook his head and then raked the strands out of his eyes. The bright lights of the kitchen made his body glisten, perfect for an Armandy shoot. Opening the fridge, he fetched a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, he drank with large gulps. Leaning back against the counter, Ren wiped the runaway drops from his lips and thought back of the long day he had. He sighed heavily.

"She gave me her number easily… She's even using colored text for the message, proof that she's not patronizing me! …" Kijima glanced up at Ren briefly. Smirking, he returned his eyes to the little screen. "Kyoko-chan has never given Tsuruga such a text message before. That must mean she's no longer guarded towards me."

Putting the cap back onto the bottle, he tossed it lazily into the sink. Not strong enough. Turning to his liquor cabinet, he fetched a bottle of bourbon and a crystal glass. Pouring himself a double, he grabbed the glass and drank heavily. The prospect of that womanizing idiot winning Kyoko's heart grated him unlike anything else.

This girl will be the death of me, he thought. Does she even realize that she's become prey for a playboy? Chuckling at the ridiculousness of that last notion, he finished his drink and refilled his glass. Closing the bottle, he pushed it back onto the shelf and headed back to his bedroom. Putting the drink down, he removed the towel and casually wiped his body down. Ren then rubbed the excess moisture from his head and tossed the towel into a hamper in the corner of the bedroom. Grabbing black flannel pajama pants off the bed, he slipped into them. Sitting back comfortably in bed, he took the bourbon and sipped it when a familiar chime rang through the room.

Ren snatched his phone off the small glass table and eyed the time. Who could possibly text me at 1 in the morning? Flipping it open, he felt further baffled by seeing his manager's name. Tapping "Read" his black eyes danced across the words, his heart stalling.

Sorry for the late disturbance, Ren. I was leaving LME when I overheard Kijima asking Sawara-san about Kyoko's schedule. I had a feeling you would want to be made aware of this immediately.

A jealous wave emanated from his chest. But the underlying concern kept him from losing his cool. The actor's thumb raced across the buttons as he composed a reply and sent it. Slamming the phone shut, he tossed it beside him and swallowed another gulp of the booze. That pest. A minute later the phone chimed again.

Of course, always. (~.^)

Smiling Ren was about to flip his phone shut when it chimed again.

However, if you have any feelings for her at all, you better move your ass.

Rolling his eyes, he decided to ignore the text message. Finishing off his drink, he sunk down into the comforts of large fluffy pillows. Switching off the lamp on the small table, he got comfortable and draped his arm over his forehead. Closing his eyes, Ren couldn't help but picture Kyoko and Kijima together. Even their names sound good together… Wait, the hell am I thinking? Cursing aloud, he pulled the pillow from beneath his head and placed it over his face. If Kyoko did fall into his clutches, it would be a matter of time before he had her completely smitten.

"To take revenge on Fuwa Sho!"

A take back to the time he first met the teenager flooded him. That's right. She only joined to defeat that Fuwa man. The same bastard who broke her heart and shattered her faith in love. I guess, I don't really have anything to worry about in that regard, do I? Remembering how dense Kyoko was when it came to the matters of the heart, made him chuckle. Turning onto this side, he still couldn't shake his discomfort. Kijima never seemed like a forceful type of a man, but as far as Ren was concerned, Kijima had never been rejected either. Well, if he does try anything, I'll just kill him, Kuon thought happily before falling asleep.

Yashiro Yukihito placed the phone beside him on the floor. He stripped off the latex glove and sighed heavily. His heart felt heavy for his charge. Yashiro knew that regardless of Kijima pursuing Kyoko-chan, Ren would never make a move and it frustrated him to no end. Dammit Ren, man the hell up, he thought sourly. Steam billowed from the young man's ears at the idea of Japan's number one losing out to some flirty man-slut.

Realizing that his anger was getting a bit out of control, he took a couple of deep breathes to calm himself. Carefully, he took of his glasses and placed it next to his phone. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he thought back to Ren's expression from earlier.

His smile was gone. His eyes were so bloody cold. Angry would be too kind of a word to describe how Ren felt about Kijima and Kyoko-chan texting so casually. But how far will that baka go, assuming he does anything at all? Even Ren can't sit idly by and let sweet Kyoko get played like that. If he didn't care then he wouldn't have sent me down to the Dark Moon on-location shoot early, would he?

Sighing for the umpteenth time, Yashiro put his glasses back on and rested his head back onto the couch cushion behind him. These two morons will me with their idiocracies. The dense baka and the shy baka. What ever shall I do with them? He chuckled as sleep started to tease his eyes.

Beautiful eyes the color of warm honeyed widened. Quickly sliding her bedroom door shut, Kyoko dropped her bag upon the bed and walked over to the table. Dropping down onto her knees before the kotatsu, she reached out and slowly turned the basket of goodies around, admiring the contents. Stuck to the side of the basket was a small crème colored envelope. Grabbing it, she slowly pulled out the note and scanned the words.

Kyoko-chan—I was so happy to hear back from you! You seemed rather excited, so I decided to drop off a few treats for you. I know that you've got a busy schedule and don't get to indulge very often. Lucky for you, I had some free time today. (~.^) Enjoy these for me, will you?

Love,
Kijima

Kyoko could feel her whole face flush with heat. Her cheeks ached as a brilliant smile spread across her lips. Sliding the not back into the envelope, she placed it aside and carefully unwrapped the clear plastic that covered the basket. Noticing the small white hearts all around it, the teen felt a bit of glee sprouting from the depths of her tummy. This was the second time that Kijima-san had gone out of his way to do something nice for her. Feeling a deep urge to send her thanks, she crawled over to the bed and fetched her phone from the bag. I should send him a message of thanks before I go to sleep. As her fingers raced across the keypad, she found her heart beating fast. I have to find a way to thank him in person. After re-reading the message a couple of times, she felt satisfied enough to send it.

Kijima-san, thank you so much for this surprise. I am absolutely delighted that you thought of me today! Have a wonderful night.

-Kyoko

Kyoko flung herself back into the comforts of her futon. Her eyes admired the outline of the window upon her ceiling and thought back to her day. It turned out to be quite a spectacular day overall. Not only did she receive a new acting opportunity, one that seemed to be the biggest of her career thus far, but she also received this delicious little surprise. The teen rolled around in bed trying to erase the smile that was glued to her face. As she got ready for bed, her heart stayed aflutter the entire time.

A/N: Thank you for reading this.