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Blooming in All Beauty upon a Single Touch

2026-03-22T04:44:29Z

Title: Blooming in All Beauty upon a Single Touch

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Yagami Iori/Kusanagi Kyou

Characters: Yagami Iori, Kusanagi Kyou

Summary:

After a while, Iori unlocks the apartment door and sees the concerned-looking brunette, who holds onto the strap of his bag. Surely, it makes the Kusanagi heir look like a small sad kitten with big eyes. There’s a fresh-looking bruise on his cheek too.

Just what kind news Kyo has brought him? Will Iori accept him afterward? Read and find out~

[This story was written for Iori's b-day on 2026/03/25 and set in EX games timeline]

AO3 Link

It’s so goddamn annoying… What the hell is Kyo’s problem? If this is his new way of annoying the redhead, then congrats! The Kusanagi heir is succeeding it. Or so Iori thinks and crashes into the couch, anxiously waiting for His Majesty to enlighten him with his presence.

Earlier, on the same evening. It seems the peace in the study room of Yagami’s apartment is disturbed by a ringing phone.

Just what fool is asking for trouble? The redhead wonders while having no choice but to check his phone.

After picking it up from his pants pocket, he notices that it is none other than the Kusanagi heir.

Thus, without a second thought, he answers. “What do you want?”

After a brief pause, the brunette replies in a slightly nervous tone. “… Can I come to your place? I need someone’s company to distract me from thoughts.”

Iori narrows his gaze and sits back in the office chair. “Then why don’t you ask any of your annoying friends or your stupid girlfriend for that?”

However, all he can hear is Kyo sighing and staying quiet for a few moments.

Perhaps he struck the brunette into a painful spot, and now he just wants to use Iori as a stress relief toy. Whatever it is now makes the redhead curious, and he patiently waits for his partner to say anything.

Finally, Kyo responds in a sensibly gloomy tone. “… I want to talk with you about something in private, if that is okay with you.”

In the end, Iori closes his eyes and exhales. “Fine. Where should I pick you up?”

“It might be better if this time I come by my bike. So, give me less than thirty minutes, and I’ll let you know when I’m here.”

For now, the redhead says straightforwardly. “You’re hiding something from me, aren’t you? Then I’ll be waiting for you, Kyo.”

“… I guess I’ll see you by then. Bye.” Kyo replies in a low-key tone.

After the brunette ends the call, Iori stares at his phone screen and wonders whether his partner is only setting up for a prank or throwing a tantrum like a spoiled little brat. On the other hand, if that is the case, he’ll spank the Kusanagi heir until his butt is red and sore.

After a while, Iori unlocks the apartment door and sees the concerned-looking brunette, who holds onto the strap of his bag.

Surely, it makes the Kusanagi heir look like a small sad kitten with big eyes. There’s a fresh-looking bruise on his cheek too.

More so, even if it is a chill evening outside, the brunette only wears an open dark leather jacket, a thin t-shirt, and tight jeans. And, of course, his signature gloves with his family crest.

Despite that, the redhead prompts Kyo to come in, and soon he locks the apartment door.

A few minutes later, after Iori offers Kyo to sit on the couch, he crosses his arms and asks with a straight face. “So, what are you up to this time?”

However, Kyo averts his gaze and stays quiet for a couple of moments.

Upon looking back at the redhead, he confesses as if he had committed a serious crime. “I’ve recently broken up with Yuki, and it was a pretty nasty mess.”

Good riddance; that fucking woman is finally gone. Iori thinks while his face remains like a stone’s.

Now, his gaze points at Kyo’s bruised cheek. “Ah, I can see that...”

After exhaling and lowering his shoulders, he replies, “You came here expecting me to pity you? Don’t make me laugh, you fool.” And cracks a mocking smile. “So, why don’t you ask anyone else to soothe it for you?”

“That’s not it!” The brunette immediately objects while making big eyes.

Holding his arm, he lowers his gaze and adds. “… All you need to know is I’m not the same as before NESTS thing and because of it, I want you to stop chasing after me. I… I started noticing that you also look at me a bit more differently than usual. If I didn’t know you, I may swear you may have caught feelings for me or something… I may be wrong, though. But please stop it! Leave me alone! Because of my new body, I’ve already failed as a successor of the clan, and you too would call me a freak or delusional.”

Surely, it makes the redhead’s blood boil, and he tightly clenches his fists until his nails sink into his palms.

Hell, this intimidating man even starts growling, and his eyelid is twitching.

Of course, he itches to grasp the Kusanagi heir’s face, slam him on the ground, and then roughly shake him by his shoulders. On the other hand, part of Kyo’s confession piqued his interest.

That’s why he decides to beat the answers out of Kyo.

Now, Iori cracks his knuckles. “Say it again right into my face instead of muttering like a coward, Kyo.”

Having no choice, the brunette returns his unsure gaze to his partner. “My body is different, and it was enough for that breakup and being accused of being a creep, cheater, and stuff. So, you will either hate me or laugh at me too… That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

Lastly, he gets up and is about to turn around. “So, I guess I should be going—"

“Are you running away? Show it to me.” Iori interrupts with a strict demand.

At first, Kyo doubts. After nervously swallowing the saliva, he warns. “I have warned you. But I guess showing you this alone is enough to convince you.”

After closing his eyes, the Kusanagi heir holds onto the hem of his t-shirt and lifts it.

Meanwhile, Iori raises his eyebrow at seeing several layers of elastic bandage tightly wrapped around his chest.

Just what the hell is that all about? If he is just stressing about some ugly scar left… What a dramatic fool. The redhead wonders.

As he watches Kyo removing the bandage layer after a layer, his poker face cracks.

After all, the brunette’s chest only seems to be increasing by the loosening bandage. He seems to be more and more relieved from escaping from this wrapping.

Finally, after Kyo drops the elastic bandage, he lowers his shoulders and exhales.

Meanwhile, Iori is unable to remove his eyes from his partner’s upper body.

Despite Kyo now shyly looking at him and pressing his arm against his bloating chest, the redhead can clearly see that those are not just pectoral muscles. Those look too succulent and soft to be only that.

The longer Iori is glued to the Kusanagi heir’s chest area, Kyo turns his head away and whimpers. “It’s not normal, I know.”

After immediately lowering his t-shirt, he closes his eyes and explains. “At first, I thought that maybe I was just too malnourished when I was kept in the lab and how now I’m just getting some weight back. However, even if I were back on my usual training routine, these didn’t reduce, and it only got worse. So, for whatever reason, my chest started to ache once per month too. At first, I tried using duct tape, but it didn’t work. So, only seeing an ad for a discounted bandage like that, I gave it a try, and even if sometimes it feels it can crush my ribs or hurt to breathe, at least it makes me look normal.”

Iori cracks a nervous smile and chuckles. “And that’s all?”

Now, he strictly orders the brunette. “Sit. I need to check something.”

The redhead’s bold approach not only makes Kyo land on his bottom but bewilders him as well.

At that moment, he cannot remove his eyes from this unpredictable man. All that the Kusanagi heir can do is let his partner corner him and spread his legs with his knee until it touches his crotch.

Perhaps Yagami will finally keep his promise and finish him right here, right now.

Even when Iori leans closer and grabs his neck, the brunette is convinced it’ll be quick exiting from this world.

Lastly, Kyo impatiently waits for his partner’s next move.

To his surprise, instead of his windpipe getting crushed or him being choked by Iori’s flame, a palm slid under his t-shirt, alerting the brunette.

“Ya… Yagami?” The Kusanagi heir says in an unsure voice as the redhead lifts his t-shirt and reveals his chest.

Just when Kyo instinctively grasps the hem of it and is about to lower it, Iori grips his wrist and demands. “Let me see them.”

The brunette only turns his head away and closes his eyes. Of course, it’s embarrassing when his long-time rival stares at such a shameful area.

Slightly opening his amber eyes and noticing Iori’s eyes glued to his chest, Kyo complains. “I know it’s gross and unnatural. So, please stop it.”

“Gross – he says.” The redhead repeats, and adds with a smug look. “We’ll see about that.”

While gently holding his partner’s throat, his other palm cups one side of the Kusanagi heir’s breasts and squeezes it.

Certainly, it’s soft like a real thing. On the other hand, if it were some woman in front of him, it would not affect him at all, unlike now. To his surprise, he can swear Kyo is awakening something in him.

Even the way the Kusanagi heir closes his eyes and shakily respires upon such a touch is a breathtaking sight.

But now, he moves his hand from Kyo’s neck down to his shoulder and further examines his partner.

The longer he is groping the brunette’s chest, the more he realizes that under that squishy flesh lump, there are pectoral muscles.

While Iori is massaging his partner’s chest, Kyo lifts his elbow and covers his mouth, hoping to stay quiet. Although he only narrows his gaze while allowing this man to do as he pleases.

“So, you can feel it from there?” The redhead questions him and now taunts him in a deeper voice. “Do you also keep in secret how you love playing with your nipples like a filthy little whore? Is this why you came here? You want me to help you with that, huh?”

“The hell you’re talking about?” The brunette fires back in unusually sweet voice.

“Still playing innocent?” Iori mocks Kyo while he pinches his nipple and pulls it.

Suddenly, the brunette lifts his head and makes a lewd moan.

“See? You’re into that.” Iori remarks as he releases it.

“That’s... That’s not it!” The brunette whines while his partner continues to tease him.

However, the Kusanagi heir is becoming weaker just by mere nipple stimulation. Hell, he cannot hold back from making purring-like noises.

Surely, his partner’s struggling entertains Iori, and he chuckles. “You’re saying that when you’re like this. Even down there you’re getting excited.”

Now, he flicks Kyo’s erect nipple, making him let out more adorable sounds.

While continuing to stimulate this sensitive area and watching Kyo remain stubborn, he adds. “And you thought it would scare me away. Do not put me on the same level as that stupid woman.”

Finally, Iori removes his hand and orders him. “Pull down your pants and get on your knees.”

Surely, such a command makes Kyo widen his eyes. “Why?”

“You need to be disciplined." Iori briefly explains.

While making big eyes, the brunette negotiates with him. “Can you not? There are some things that you shouldn’t see... I've never shown it to anyone else, but you’ll hate me because I’m different now.”

“Are you on that same bullshit again? Do not test my patience, Kyo. Even if you were an unrecognizable lump of meat, I'd be only interested in you.” Iori confesses with a straight face.

After a short pause, Kyo feels he has no choice. After lowering his shoulders, he replies like having nothing to lose. “Then it was my final warning. So, it’s up to you what you’ll do with me knowing this.”

Now, he rests his hands on Iori’s chest and gently pushes him. “Can you move a bit?”

Without a saying, the redhead withdraws and watches his partner unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Of course, the Kusanagi heir is timid at doing so, and it’s not something he expected ever to do. Especially not in front of Iori, of all people.

Perhaps Yagami sees him as nothing more than a sick pervert who loves flashing out. Or so the brunette assumes as he lifts his hips and grips his jeans and underwear.

Lastly, swallowing his pride and remaining sense of shame, Kyo shuts tightly his eyes and turns his head away. Now, he lowers these clothes and spreads his legs.

Certainly, when the Kusanagi heir mentioned that his body was different, that was the least thing Iori could imagine.

Yes, one thing is Kyo showing-off his semi-hard dick while another thing is… Apparently, he is been robbed from having his velvet sack. Instead there is something else which for the better or worse is not comprehensible for the redhead’s mind.

At that moment, Iori has mixed feelings varying from the boiling rage for whoever done this to Kyo, to euphoric as if the heaven gate has opened in front of him.

That’s right; under his manhood, the brunette has plump lower lips and a mildly twitching pinkish hole. Hell, no woman’s privates ever managed to make the blood rush down to Iori’s raging hard-on so instantly. It doesn’t help him at all that Kyo is purposely provoking him with such an inviting pose.

“So, this is how it is…” The redhead speaks up while containing his anger mixed with excitement.

Suddenly, Kyo keeps his legs close to cover his shame and just prepares for the worst.

Now, Iori adds, “So, you thought that after flashing out, you can just walk away and leave? That’s not how it works, you need to take the responsibility for once.” And gives another command. “Get on my lap and lift your butt.”

After the brunette opens his eyes and makes some space for his partner, he allows him to sit down.

When Iori makes himself comfortable, the brunette follows the given orders.

“Good boy. Now, let’s put your both mouths into a good use.” The redhead praises him and unzips his pants.

Upon pulling out his standing tall length, he smiles at Kyo’s bewildered face and announces. “Look what you have done. So, it’s all thanks to you.”

Meanwhile, Kyo understands what he has to do, but at the moment all he can do is stare at the massive, throbbing hard-on.

At first, he is hesitant, but soon, he gathers enough courage and grips Iori’s dick.

Surely, he may not be able to take it all or know where to start, but he is determined to make his partner to cum, even if he is only useful for that at least.

Besides, he doesn’t really mind it and as long as it is with Yagami, he will be fine. It just… He couldn’t imagine that Yagami to be into him. Or so the brunette thinks before he starts stroking his manhood.

Meanwhile, Iori observes how his partner is unsurely moving his hand with a determined look. Maybe it’s his first time. Who knows? But it’ll take ages to get off; that is for sure.

After rolling his eyes and exhaling, he casually suggests. “Do it the same way how you would usually getting off, you idiot.”

“Not everyone is only thinking with lower brain like you, Yagami.” The brunette fires back in an annoyed tone.

After taking a deep breath and nervously closing his eyes, Kyo forces himself to bring his mouth closer to Iori’s dick and takes as much as he can.

He knows that he is far from swallowing even half of his partner’s length and it’ll be physically impossible, but he decides to compensate it by using his hand. Perhaps that can do for now and hope Yagami won’t laugh at him.

Just you dare and I’ll roast you, you stupid idiot. Kyo grips tighter that vigorous cock and takes a deep breath before rushing to take it again until it hits his throat.

Surely, that makes him widen his eyes and almost gag. Fortunately, he overcomes this reflex and respires. Although he closes his eyes again.

During that time, Iori watches over how the Kusanagi heir is trying to figure out how to please him, he reminds him. “Just avoid using your teeth.”

Despite being tempted to chomp on his partner’s pride and put him into his place, Kyo holds back and instead, he grips Iori’s hard-on and starts moving his head.

“You never have done this with anyone else, have you?” The redhead anxiously asks him.

Instead of withdrawing his face from the current task, the brunette only briefly stops and then shakes his head. As if he’ll ever answer such an embarrassing yet obvious thing.

Strangely, Iori feels like a heavy boulder has been pushed from his chest whether his partner is honest or not.

Thus, his hand unconsciously moves toward Kyo’s head.

As soon as his palm lands on his partner, the brunette opens his eyes and lifts his gaze.

When Iori’s hand strokes his hair, Kyo lowers his shoulders and makes purring-like noises.

Nevertheless, the brunette narrows his gaze and continues working with his mouth.

“Good. Then I’ll give you a small reward.” Iori adds and he places other hand on his partner’s lower back.

When he slides it through the crack of Kyo’s buttocks and reaches his pussy, it alerts the brunette and he gasps.

More so, it’s enough for the brunette to withdraw his face and glance at his partner.

“What’s wrong? I’ll just test something.” The redhead explains before his fingers slip inside.

Surely, it’s enough to make the Kusangi heir whimper and lower his head.

“Does it hurt?” Iori calmly asks.

The brunette manages to answer in strangely sweet voice. “No… It’s just… It’s weird. How am I supposed to know that!”

“How about we find that out together?” The redhead says before he starts moving his fingers inside his partner.

As he explores Kyo’s insides, he is amused at how his fingers are soaked in no time. More so, hearing the adorable moans as his fingers move is like music to his ears.

“I barely did anything and you’re already wet. Is it really that good? Do you love when I play with your boypussy?” Iori addresses him without giving him a break.

Despite Iori fingering him with such fierceness and speed, the brunette seems to fail to keep his sweet voice down.

When he hangs his head down and grasps his partner’s lap, he fires back. “You… You stupid Yagami!~”

“Your upper mouth looks lonely. So, why don’t you do something about it?” Iori teases him.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Kyo objects and before taking his partner’s hard-on into his mouth, he warns him. “Else your buddy down there will need a surgeon’s help.”

There is no way he can let Yagami make fun of him without any consequences or lose to him. So, the Kusanagi heir decides to let him taste his own medicine.

Although it’s difficult to concentrate on current task when Iori is messing with his privates.

This time, Kyo manages to take more deeply the redhead’s enormous cock. Nevertheless, as his partner’s manhood reaches down his throat, he instinctively sheds a tear while catching for his breath. After all, it may still take a while until he gets used to it.

He isn’t certain why would such a thought come to his mind. It’s not that he could even predict that he may commit such… such acts with someone like Yagami. Neither that his own weeping arousal would grow harder and feeling something warm running down his thigh while being at it.

Meanwhile, the brunette’s eagerness and his erotic moans arouses Iori even more and his poker face starts to crack. “You’re really into it. Do you want my cock so badly?”

Instead of saying anything, Kyo lifts his thrilled eyes before continuing sucking him off.

That’s not bad for a first-timer, yet he still needs to improve. The redhead covers his mouth with his elbow and narrows his gaze.

At this point, it might be a matter of seconds before he releases the building up load. On the other hand, he wants to see how the Kusanagi heir comes.

Eventually, Iori groans and sinks his fingers into Kyo’s hair. “… Enough.”

However, Kyo refuses listen to him. Or at least until Iori closes his eyes and pulls him away.

“Fuck! …” The redhead grunts, and his hot semen lands on the Kusanagi heir’s face.

Opening his eyes, he notices that Kyo is naturally surprised while regaining his breath.

Soon, the brunette sits on his knee close to his partner while his naked chest is bloating.

More so, the way how his fingertips tap on the cum all over his face and brushes it somehow seem to be erotic and cute at the same time. Although does the Kusanagi heir is even aware of what is he doing to Iori? Perhaps not… or at least not yet.

Just as Kyo unconsciously licks Iori’s seed from the corners of his lips, the redhead addresses him. “What are you doing? Spit it out.”

Unfortunately for him, the brunette swallows his load and stares at him as if he can barely comprehend what just happened.

A moment later, Kyo shuts his eyes and frowns at the bitter aftertaste. Hell, he even sticks his tongue out and turns his head away.

“What did I just tell you?” Iori facepalms and groans.

Now, he grabs the brunette’s chin and ensures he is facing him. “Here. Be glad that I’m taking care of you.”

While Kyo makes a curious look, he watches Iori leaning closer to him and using his shirt sleeve to wipe his face clean.

At this point, it’s no different than looking after the Kusanagi heir who has zero survival skills. A domestic cat who was raised in a loving home without knowing the harshness of the outdoors.

Hell, Kyo is talented to awaken something else in Iori. The redhead is cat person who will be never indifferent to any cat. And now like with any furry miracle, he feels the same strong urge to adopt the Kusanagi heir. Or so he thinks as he is finishing up cleaning Kyo’s face.

In the end, the redhead declares, “That’s it! You’re going with me.” And places his hands under his partner’s armpits like holding a large cat.

The brunette tilts his head. “What do you mean? Are you up to something no good, Yagami?”

“You may want to continue somewhere else.” Iori suggests.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for the Kusanagi heir to get what his partner means.

After averting his gaze, Kyo feels the warmth rushing to his cheeks. “Are you sure you want it? What if you may feel scammed?”

“So, you don’t want to? Then just fucking say so.” The redhead tells without hiding his frustration.

“It’s not it. I… I just don’t know if there’s anything I can do for you.” The brunette explains.

“You worry too much. Come or do you prefer being carried?” Iori replies before he wraps his arm around Kyo's shoulders while other under his thighs.

Soon, as he lifts the Kusanagi heir in his arms like some royalty, Kyo clings to him.

Even when the brunette senses what awaits him, he only rests his face against Iori's chest and feeling how dozens of butterflies are flapping their wings inside his stomach.

After getting into the bedroom, Iori lays Kyo on the bed and sits next to him.

For now, he only observes this alluring creature who seem to be entrusting his body to the redhead and looking at him with such love-thirsty eyes.

All he can do is being drawn closely to Kyo as if he is under his spell and corner him with one hand.

As his face is getting closer and closer to the brunette’s, it seems Kyo doesn’t mind whatever may happen next and only accepts it.

However, at the last moment, Iori manages to return to his senses and withdraw himself.

When he sits and turns his back to his partner, he tries to keep his voice. “I better find you undressed when I return. Unless you prefer me helping you with that.”

After Kyo half sits, he watches the redhead leaving the bedside, and tilts his head.

Iori defends himself while he is busy looking for something inside the nightdrawer next to the bed. “Who knows what else you might be hiding. So, just want to make sure you won’t cause any trouble.”

Meanwhile, Kyo gets out of his jeans and underwear and tosses them on the ground.

Just as he lowers his jacket from his shoulders, he hears Iori adding. “Also, keep those gloves on.”

Of course, that is a specific or odd task, but Kyo doesn’t question it too much and removes his t-shirt.

When he politely sits on his knees, his partner returns with a long line of small and flat packages.

Although as Iori lies them on the bed, it doesn’t take long for the brunette to figure out what these are for.

“Can you get on all fours and lift your butt? It would be easier for you.” The redhead explains and tears open the first package.

Kyo swallows the saliva and after lying down, he gets into such embarrassing position and feeling his ears and face heating up.

Surely, seeing how the Kusanagi heir is unusually obedient and showing off his privates makes it difficult for Iori to hold back from breeding him senselessly until he breaks his mind.

Of course, Kyo’s slutty waist that looks like being made to be held doesn’t help Iori at all.

More so, when the brunette turns to face him with his blushing and amorous look, it’s enough to make Iori weak against him and completely wrapped around his finger.

But for now, he shakes his head and remembers what he needs to do.

After putting the condom on, he rests his palm on Kyo’s lower back while trying to keep his poker face. “Your pussy is drooling. Are you still hungry? You sure are gluttonous.”

However, just as the brunette opens his mouth, Iori inserts his dick without a warning.

Surely, his partner’s length stretching his insides makes Kyo grasp the bedsheet and softly moan.

For now, he can only shakily breathe and hang his head while failing to contain his adorable voice.

“It’s not even half in. Try to relax.” Iori groans and now grips Kyo’s hips while pushing himself deeper.

Although it’s easier said than done and it already feels like it reaches his diaphragm. He knows that only a tip of Yagami’s manhood is in, but still… Why? He doesn’t understand why his body reacts this way. So, just how big that beast? The brunette wonders as his partner goes further and further.

For a moment, Iori stops moving and asks. “Does it hurt?”

Kyo only shakes his head and quietly mutters something.

The redhead lowers his shoulders and exhales at such gesture. The least he needs is to traumatize the Kusanagi heir and being pushed away by him.

Now, he thrusts fiercely and grunts, making Kyo arch his back and make a lewd, loud moan.

The brunette can swear that it might felt as if was just a bit more and he may been pierced.

For now, Iori watches his partner deeply breathing and calmly warns him. “It’s all in. So, I’ll start moving.”

And with these words, the redhead thrusts his hips.

Meanwhile, Kyo only keeps his head hung and trying to keep his voice down. Besides, who knows what silly face he is making? So, as if he’ll let Yagami to see that.

“Why?… Why do you have to be so stubborn? Let me hear your voice, Kyo.” Iori demands in an aroused voice and now grasps his partner’s weeping arousal. “Perhaps this will change your mind. You can still feel it from there, can’t you?”

Surely, the double stimulation from both sides is too much for the Kusanagi heir and he doesn’t care anymore what face or what erotic noises of cry he makes.

At that moment, Iori is rewarded with Kyo’s reactions or him tightening his naughty hole and squeezing him. “You’re really into it, if… If you don’t want to let me go, you gonna milk me dry, Kyo.”

Eventually, the brunette cannot take the endless pleasure any longer and pleads his partner. “Let me… Let me… Can you stop moving for a bit? …. Nyaah aaah~ I need to… Need to run to the -! Aaaah~”

Suddenly, his words are cut by him releasing the love juice with such a powerful stream at the bedsheet.

Unfortunately, it followed by Kyo freezing at the same spot in the terror. After all, he is really done for and that unbearable shame is crushing him.

“You…” The redhead mutters in disbelief as he also seemingly comprehends what just happened.

Of course, Kyo buries his face in his hands, unable to look at his partner, and pitifully whimpers. Perhaps Yagami sees him nothing more than a filthy animal with no decency or being able to hold his bladder.

Nevertheless, the brunette forces himself to apologize, even if he is aware that he is screwed.

“What are you saying, you fool?” Iori cracks a nervous smile and comments. “So, this is how you are coming… Don’t tell me that you didn’t know it, did you?”

It confuses the Kusanagi heir; neither is he certain what his partner means.

After pulling out his throbbing cock, Iori gently pushes Kyo to lie on the side and addresses him. “Have you really thought it was anything else? You stupid idiot, don’t tell me you don’t know what squirting is.”

The brunette only stares at him with big teary eyes, not knowing what to say.

For now, he allows Iori to lie him down on his back and spread his legs.

After getting close to him, the redhead leans close to him and brushes Kyo’s bangs from his face. “Let me see your face.”

Finally, after withdrawing, the redhead inserts his dick into his partner’s lonely hole.

Thus, as he holds Kyo’s lifted legs, he starts moving and picking up the previous speed.

Meanwhile, the brunette covers his mouth with his palm and blissfully narrows his gaze as he is penetrated by such a raw force that almost reaches his boywomb.

Surely, Kyo has no idea how stunning yet sexy he may look at the moment. As if Iori has discovered a divine deity.

However, it is not as surprising as the brunette wrapping his legs around Iori’s waist and pulling him closer.

More so, in between making sweet noises, Kyo extends his hands to reach for his partner’s cheeks.

One thing is for sure: the redhead cannot resist that adoring and needy face, and without a single thought, he leans closer and allows Kyo to rest his palms on his cheeks.

Lastly, the Kusanagi heir did something unimaginable, something Iori could never predict.

Certainly, even if Kyo only landed a soft kiss against his lips, it alerts the redhead and makes him see the entire universe.

A moment later, the brunette makes an innocent whim while holding his partner’s cheeks. “No?”

The Kusanagi heir is tempting him, right? If so, he’ll make him take responsibility for provoking him. Or so Iori is determined.

Without wasting time, he wraps his arms around Kyo’s shoulders and pulls him close until he is sitting on him.

It catches the brunette off guard and he makes a thrilled noise.

Right now, he stares with bewilderment in his endearing eyes at Iori and him hugging his waist.

Now, Kyo stares at him with a curious yet blushing look. “What is it?”

“Come closer.” Iori replies and places his palm behind his partner’s head.

Upon him bringing Kyo’s face closely and burying his fingers in his hair, Iori pulls the brunette into a kiss.

Of course, it surprises the Kusanagi heir, but not as much as Iori’s tongue trying to get through his lips. So, at first, he only shuts his eyes and doesn’t let him.

Surely, such a reaction entertains the redhead, and he remarks. “So, you haven’t even done that with that woman either? Good.”

However, Kyo averts his gaze. “I didn’t know that you were such a jealous guy.”

“Haven’t I told you? Ever since I saw you, you belonged to me, and nothing will change it.” Iori declares.

After he holds his partner’s chin and makes him face him, he adds, while containing his excitement. “I’ll show you how it should be done.”

Lastly, as Iori presses his lips against him, the brunette closes his eyes.

Like before, he can feel his partner’s tongue trying to get inside him again.

Of course, that unusual ticklish sensation gets him each time. Soon enough, he gathers enough courage and parts his lips.

When his partner’s tongue starts exploring his mouth, all Kyo can do is make adorable sighs. It doesn’t help him either that when Iori sinks his finger into his hair, it also gives him the pleasant shivers.

For now, the Kusanagi heir doesn’t mind Iori dominating him and slowly surrenders to the pleasure.

At that moment, if it weren't for his lover holding him, Kyo may melt in the same spot.

Meanwhile, Iori can tell from his partner’s tightening pussy and his lewd moaning against him alone that he’s enjoying himself a lot.

Surely, he has never imagined that Kyo can be such a lascivious creature. At this point, he may cum inside the Kusanagi heir just from simple making out.

Finally, Iori withdraws his partner’s face and watches how Kyo looks at him like a drunk regaining his breath.

Even if the brunette is drooling and shakily respires, Iori finds it strangely cute and wipes his mouth for him.

After that, the redhead explains. “You better want to hold onto me, or else you’ll fall.”

In the end, after Kyo wraps his arms around Iori’s shoulders and swallows the saliva, he can feel his partner thrust his hips once. However, the brunette understands that he has to put in some effort as well. Besides, the night is still young, and it seems it might be a long one ahead as well.

Some time has passed. It seems that neither – Iori or Kyo were satisfied with a single round. So, a condom after a condom, a few more rounds later, it is finally over.

After the brunette collapses on the side while he remains on cloud-nine, Iori is regaining his breath and pulls out his cock.

However, something is off… Something is terrible.

Suddenly, Iori feels how the blood has left his body and the cold sweat running down.

Apparently, not only the condom is somehow broken and torn, but his semen is generously still leaking from the Kusanagi heir’s pussy with no sign of stopping any time soon.

“Shit…” Iori covers his mouth with his trembling palm.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” He nervously shakes his head.

Unfortunately for him, his partner lazily leans on his elbow and tilts his head. “You’re okay?”

It seems that Kyo is not aware what is going on and just looks at him with his sleepy eyes.

However, Iori coughs and into his fist and replies with his usual poker face. “Either way, you need a bath. So, you’re going with me.”

“Do I have to really go now? Can we just relax for a bit?” The brunette asks him.

Iori crosses his arms and turns his head away. “Look, I need to change the bed sheet while you’re at it. Unless you want me to carry you to the bathroom.”

“I… I don’t mind it then. But in that case, can you stay with me?” Kyo asks while making big eyes.

Surely, noticing these, Iori is yet again wrapped around his lover’s finger.

After he rolls his eyes, he gets up and leaves the bed. “Just wait until I find you anything.”

Meanwhile, Kyo sighs and half sits.

Soon enough, Iori finds and picks up a bathrobe and his long, white shirt from a closet.

Just before returning to the brunette’s side, he puts on the bathrobe.

Lastly, as he gets close enough to the bed, he tosses the white shirt. “Here. I don’t want you to run around butt-naked and catch a cold.”

After Kyo hugs the thrown piece of clothing, he asks. “But what about my clothes?”

“Whether you like it or not, these are going to the wash. So, you’re staying here until the morning. Unless you have any issues with that.” Iori explains.

Kyo shakes his head and softens his gaze. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

In the end, after Iori gets close enough to his adorable lover, he lifts him in his arms and lowers his shoulders. “Haven’t I told you before? You belong to me and nothing will ever change that.”

Surely, these words alone is enough to dye Kyo’s cheeks in a lovely tone of pink and he buries his face into Iori’s chest.

Some time passes by. Finally, the Kusanagi heir, who is now all fresh and in Iori’s clean clothes, is peacefully sleeping next to him like an angel.

At first, Iori suggested Kyo sleep on the couch, but the brunette was too clingy and insisted on sleeping with him. And he stood no chance against Kyo’s mesmerizing pleading kitten eyes.

But for now, it’s nothing different than having a cat sleeping on him.

Apparently, Kyo not only rests his head on Iori’s chest but also has thrown his arm over the redhead’s chest and is pressing his body against him.

In this case, it might be impossible to leave for the pharmacy, and he’ll be trapped in his own apartment like that. To think of it, it’s not like he minds it. Besides, he can rest assured that Kyo is safe and finally calmed down after who knows what else he went through before coming here. Or so Iori wonders while watching his lover slumbering.

Soon enough, the brunette nuzzles his cheek against Iori’s chest before peacefully resting.

“Are you awake?” The redhead whispers but receives no answers.

After exhaling, he reaches to touch Kyo’s now soft hair and carefully strokes it, making sure not to awaken the Kusanagi heir.

Of course, he can simply push the brunette away. However, even someone like Iori feels like it would be too harsh to leave Kyo’s side now. It’s like having a cat enter your life because you don’t choose to adopt a cat; it’s the cat who chooses you.

A good month has passed pretty fast without noticing it. After all, the Kusanagi heir has also been slowly making himself like home at Iori’s place by little by little moving his stuff in there.

Besides, the redhead didn’t seem to mind letting Kyo hang out at his apartment or even staying overnight.

More so, this way he can also keep an eye on the brunette. On the other hand, it seems day by day, Kyo also grows more confident and less shy about asking for attention or for intimate time together.

But for now, after finishing with washing Kyo and drying him with a fluffy towel in the bathtub, he wraps it around his shoulders and instructs him patiently. “Sit here for a bit, or if you can handle it, put something on. And in the meantime, can you take something?”

Meanwhile, the brunette observes him straightening his back and walking to the mirror bathroom shelves that are above the sink.

Upon opening it, he picks up a small, pink and blue paper box with a specific item inside.

When Iori opens it and picks up a pregnancy test, he puts the box back on the right shelf and closes the door.

Upon returning to his partner’s side, he hands it to Kyo. “Can you take this for me? I just want to check something.”

As the brunette takes it, he raises his eyebrow. “That is… You’re joking, right? There is no way I could get pregnant. That’s impossible.”

“Then prove to me that you can’t.” The redhead insists with a straight face.

After studying the pregnancy test, Kyo tightens his lips and lifts his eyes. “How am I supposed to do it?”

“Pee on it. If you still doubt how to take it, I left the box with an instruction. Then let me see what it says. It’s fine if you can’t do it right now.” Iori patiently explains.

And with these words, he leaves the bathroom, giving the Kusanagi heir enough time and privacy.

Several minutes later, Iori knocks on the bathroom door. “Have you finished yet?”

Upon hearing the brunette’s voice, he enters the bathroom.

Apparently, Kyo is already dressed in the clothes left for him, which are a plain t-shirt and shorts. Although that visibly concerned look on his face and him hiding something behind his back are not so promising.

As Iori is approaching him, the brunette asks him. “Yagami, just how accurate is this thing?”

“Why do you ask? The pharmacy lady told me it’s 99% accurate.” The redhead raises his eyebrow.

“Well, you may want to see something.” Kyo replies and hands him the used test.

Surely, seeing two vertical pink stripes on the tiny panel makes Iori widen his eyes in shock and cover his mouth. At that moment, he is on the verge of even passing out.

Fortunately, he manages to stand straight despite feeling dizzy, as if he were pulled out from the washing machine drum.

“So, you’re…” He speaks in a barely audible voice.

After shaking his head and placing the pregnancy test on the nearest surface, he facepalms. “Shit…”

Of course, Kyo is worried about his partner’s strong reaction, and now he softens his gaze. “Is there anything wrong? Maybe it's a defective one, right?”

As the sudden realization hits the brunette, he briefly looks away before facing his partner. “Wait… I thought you wore a condom? So, why?”

Iori closes his eyes and confesses. “The last one got broken.”

The brunette only places his palm on his belly and grasps it. “So, you wanna say I’m pregnant with your child?” Now he averts his gaze and cracks a nervous smile. “That’s crazy, you know.”

“That’s why you need to abort it.” Iori states.

Hearing these words shocks Kyo, and he steps back while covering his stomach. “Why? No! How can you expect me to kill our baby! It’s not their fault; they just want to live… So please, let me keep them.”

However, the redhead keeps a serious look and steps forward. “That child has my blood. Do you want it to suffer and die shortly?”

“But they have my blood as well. So, maybe they will break your blood curse. I’m sure they will be a perfectly healthy baby.” Kyo tries negotiating while forcing himself to smile.

“Many women in my family have either died giving birth or often had miscarriages. So, that thing will kill you and itself while it’s in your womb.” Iori informs him without his face flinching.

While the brunette can feel how tears are gathering in his eyes and something is stuck in his throat, he argues. “But you were born, and you are here with me. You are here, and you’re talking with me! Just wait until you hold our baby in your arms and see their smiling face. I’m sure seeing that will make you love them.”

Iori closes his eyes and says. “I am alive today, but it doesn’t mean I will be tomorrow. Even if by a mistake you and this child survive, it will grow without a father.”

The brunette cannot take it any longer and covers his face. “How... How can you hate someone who is not even born yet? You’re cruel!”

Suddenly, he widens his eyes at Iori pulling him into a tight hug.

At first, Kyo tries to push him away, but his attempt ends with failure.

For now, when Iori starts stroking his back, all Kyo can do is sob and listen to him. “Do you really want that child so badly? Or is your body speaking for you? So, stop and ask yourself that later.”

After a few moments of lasting pause, the brunette rests his head on his partner’s shoulder and apologizes. “I’m sorry… I just hate my body and how it makes me act. You probably see me as hysterical, right?”

The redhead doesn’t know what to say aside from deeply exhaling. “You are an idiot. That’s who you are, and it doesn’t matter what shape or form you’ll take. Either way, have you changed your mind or not?”

“But do I really have to go to doctors? I’m sure mom or dad would be surprised, to say the least, discovering that I’m pregnant or you being the father.” Kyo whines.

“The morning-after pills may not work any longer. So, we would need to take you to the doctors. You are no longer a child, and you can do it without your parents permission or knowledge. So, tomorrow I’ll call the doctor for that and get you an appointment. Then the doctor let you to decide if you should take an abortion pill or to do it in clinic.” Iori explains.

In the end, the Kusanagi heir hugs him back. “… Thank you.”

Kyo understands what he has to do, not because that’s what his partner tells him to, but because deep inside he knows that despite Iori’s tough exterior, he cares about him. Neither does the brunette want their child to be born by accident and grow as an unwanted tiny person.

But for now, he wants to stay in his lover’s embrace like this for a bit longer.

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Crazy for Love

2026-01-26T15:27:22Z

Title: Crazy for Love
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Alba Meira & Kusanagi (King of Fighters), Alba Meira/Kusanagi (King of Fighters)
Characters: Kusanagi (King of Fighters), Alba Meira

Summary:

No matter how Kusanagi feels betrayed by his friend canceling their plan to hang out in the bar, he is determined to score big tonight. Unfortunately, a rejection after a rejection slowly crushes him. However, just when he has lost the hope, like an angel coming from the heaven, one redhead shows up.

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Looks like tonight may end with a huge failure… Or so decides one tanned brunette who stares at his phone screen as if it is reading his death sentence while sitting in the bar.

“Come on, man… You cannot do this to me!” Kusanagi complains as he still looks in disbelief at his chat history.

Apparently, the latest message from one co-worker saying:

Sorry, I cannot hang out with you tonight. Shingo got sick.

When Kusanagi growls and makes a frustrated look, he adds. “You stupid! So, your dumb little nerd friend is more important than scoring big with chicks? Fine, as if I care! At least one of us will leave the Virgin club.”

After shoving his phone into his jeans pocket, the tanned brunette continues murmuring not the kindest words.

Now, he turns to the bar and rests his elbows on the wooden counter.

“One whiskey on the rocks, please!” Kusanagi raises his finger and demands.

“Right, and anything else?” The bartender asks.

“It’ll be fine for now,” The tanned brunette replies and picks up the wallet from his bag. “By the card.”

One thing is for sure: no matter how bad he feels betrayed by his friend for whom he just wanted to get a girlfriend and focus less on that buddy of his, Kusanagi still holds the hope that he’ll use the bag’s content on some bimbo or cougar.

After paying for his drink, Kusanagi hangs his head low and sighs. “Whatever... K’ doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. But then there’s more to me.”

Soon, he receives the glass filled with the dark amber liquid and large ice cubes floating like icebergs.

Thus, the tanned brunette officially opens the hunting season for a trophy girlfriend.

Unfortunately for him, his set targets keep on rejecting him, either by pulling some guy and saying they are taken or by claiming to have no interest in men or losers like Kusanagi.

While the tanned brunette sips another glass, he rolls his eyes in annoyance, and his gaze shoots at the girls whom he tried to hit on.

This one might have been a lesbian, anyways.

That one’s boobs are dangling like an old gorilla’s.

Just a walking set of makeup, eyelashes, fake nails, and a peroxide blonde wig.

Tsk, what's a skeleton doing here? Rattle your bones somewhere else!

Clearly a gold-digger…

“Will there ever be a right woman for me?” Kusanagi complains and chugs the whiskey.

However, when he turns his head to the entrance, inside his head he can hear the ring of the victory gong.

Apparently, a redhead woman in her mid-twenties wearing dark shades steps into the bar. It seems that she has a single white lock among her slick back long hair.

Moreover, she wears a long black open coat and under it, there is a buttoned red silk shirt, which is tucked in the high-waist pants. It seems her high-heel shoes are making her look taller.

Judging from her golden chain necklace, fancy gloves, and famous designer’s belt alone, she is definitely from high class.

One thing is for sure: that’s his big shot. No chick even comes close to this woman. He is also confident if he seduces her, he will have a sugar-mommy and never need to work for the rest of his life.

Besides, it’ll be a perfect chance to remind that rich lady of her place and humble her.

So, it’s decided then. That woman is mine! Kusanagi smirks like a cat who spotted a new plaything.

But for now, Kusanagi suggestively licks his palm and brushes his hair.

When he gets up from the bar chair, he approaches his target like a large, deadly cat and fixes his open leather jacket.

Meanwhile, the redhead doubts if she should step back or how to act toward the weird fellow who may have questionable motives.

While Kusanagi keeps his hands on his jeans, he greets the woman who is taller than him. “Hey~ How are you doing, babe?”

Surprisingly, the redhead manages to keep her straight face and raises her eyebrow. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kusanagi replies while making a flirtatious look. “Yes. You put a spell on me, and now I cannot remove my eyes from you. So, take your responsibility for that, ma’am, I mean, miss.”

Despite whatever this guy is trying to do, the red-haired woman with sunglasses remains calm and keeps questioning him. “Did you drink too much? Do you want me to call a taxi for you to get home?”

Unfortunately for her, the tanned brunette wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer. “Yeah. I’m drunk as a devil because of your beauty.”

While he observes this woman’s deadpan expression, he adds. “So, how about I get us some drinks? It would be nice to know you better.”

After respiring, Kusanagi persists. “But first, let me remove your coat, and then I’ll carry it for you like the gentleman I am.”

Surely, this guy is an absolute weirdo, but he seems to not possess any malice or threat. That’s why it might be for the better to play along and see what he is up to. Or so the redhead decides.

After closing her eyes and sighing, she answers. “Fine. But if you start throwing up or pass out, I’m calling the ambulance.”

These words make the tanned brunette smile like an idiot, and he removes his arm from his partner’s waist.

Upon tiptoeing, he gently grasps the edges of the red-haired woman’s coat and chuckles. “Hehe~ Now we’re talking about it.”

After removing the dark coat from her shoulders, he offers to get one arm out and then another one from this piece of clothing.

Lastly, Kusanagi points at the bar with his palm without removing his strangely sleepy look from the redhead. “So, after you, ma’am~”

Of course, she feels she has no choice but to keep company for this skrunkly little creature.

After the tanned brunette offers her a seat, he sits next to his partner and addresses her. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I’m the one and only – Kusanagi. And you?”

At first, the redhead hesitates about whether to tell her name. Although it’s not like this strange fellow really cares or may remember it.

After a brief pause, she politely introduces herself and extends her hand at Kusanagi. “Alba. So, nice to meet you, Kusanagi-kun.”

However, instead of the expected handshake, Kusanagi goes further.

When the tanned brunette takes her gloved hand, he brings it to his lips and lands a soft kiss.

Surely, that gesture and Kusanagi’s adoring look surprise Alba, but she manages to keep her cool.

While holding her lifted hand, he comments. “So, that’s how my angel is called... Ya know, since we are here, let me get you something. So, do you prefer these girly cocktails or something stronger?”

Of course, Kusanagi’s behavior makes the redhead roll her eyes, but she answers. “If you insist, then whatever you’re having.”

After releasing her hand, the tanned brunette makes a smug look and turns to the bartender. “Oi! Give me two Cuba Libres.”

A moment later, he glances at his partner. “Unless it is too strong of a drink for your taste.”

“No, I’ll be fine.” Alba responds.

Just when she is about to reach for her coat that rests on Kusanagi’s lap, Kusanagi grips her wrist and remarks without removing his playful look from her. “You’re bold. I like women like that.”

Despite that, the redhead briefly explains. “Just let me pick up my wallet, okay?”

Surely, it doesn’t satisfy Kusanagi, and he argues back. “Hey, didn’t I tell you before? I’m the one paying tonight. Just because I’m a storage worker at the grocery shop, it doesn’t mean I cannot afford a drink for a lady.”

Alba only closes her eyes and does her best to remain patient. “I never said that.”

“Then leave it to me, ‘cos am I the MAN or not?” The tanned brunette cracks a smile.

Surely, Kusanagi-kun is an interesting fellow, to say the least... Alba wonders. Although he doesn’t look smart enough to try anything funny, and in the worst case, he may just give her a headache.

“Alright then.” The redhead responds.

Finally, after Kusanagi places a new order, it doesn't take long for the two glasses of Cuba Libre.

Thus, with a high level of confidence and carelessness, Kusanagi lifts the glass. “Come on, raise yours too. And cheers!~”

I can’t wait to break that poker face of yours. I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig.

Seeing the tanned brunette chugging his glass as if there is no tomorrow mildly concerns Alba. “You shouldn’t rush like that.”

Kusanagi waves his hand. “It’s fiiine. I can handle stronger drinks. Just watch me.”

“If you say so. But slow down a bit. I don’t want you to end up in the hospital.” The redhead replies while taking a smaller sip of her drink.

“I’ll be fine~” The tanned brunette continues arguing and makes a teasing look. “If you are worried about me that much, how about you become my girlfriend?”

After lowering her glass, Alba exhales and comments. “You clearly had enough. Come. I’ll take you home.”

Surely, his partner’s reaction entertains him.

After moving his palm on Alba’s thigh, he starts rubbing it while making purring-like noises. “Aren’t we moving a bit too fast? Not that I mind it.”

However, just as the tanned brunette’s palm slides closer to Alba’s privates, she grips his wrist. “Stop.”

“What’s wrong? Are you a cherry lady or something?” Kusanagi playfully fires back.

After a short pause, the redhead states with a deadpan face. “… I might be a bit different from a woman you are expecting, Kusanagi-kun. So, I don’t want to set your hopes high and upset you.”

When Kusanagi rolls his eyes and groans, he rubs his nape. “Oh, so, you’re a “I’m not like the other girls” girlie, right? As if you're gonna have something that would fucking scare me, like a hidden extra limb or something,” and points at his bag thrown over his shoulder. “Either way, you’re lucky ‘cos I didn’t come empty-handed and have everything we need.”

The redhead briefly cracks a smile and suggests. “You are a weird fellow, but I’m slowly starting to like it. So, should we continue our talk somewhere else private?”

Surely, it intrigues Kusanagi, and now, while he leans on the counter, a natural excitement sparks in his crimson eyes. “Hoo~ Should we go to a love hotel?”

When Alba shakes her head, she explains. “I was thinking about heading to my place. Of course, if you don’t mind it, Kusanagi-kun.”

In the end, the tanned brunette is surely more than satisfied by these words. Goodbye, Virgin Club! I’m not coming back there.

“Of course not. So, finish your drink and let’s go!” He responds.

Thus, a few minutes later, Kusanagi wraps his arm around his partner’s waist and leaves the bar. Even being greeted by Alba’s parked red Mazda SAVANNA RX-7, he is certain that he is the luckiest bastard in this world and that it’s purely on K’ to be missing out on everything.

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After some time, this couple arrives at the hotel room where Alba stays, and she unlocks the door.

After stepping in, the tanned brunette scans his surroundings. Is this woman some president’s daughter or something?

Surely, Kusanagi may have only seen hotel rooms like this on TV. After all, for someone like him, it’s something unreachable, and he can only dream of having it.

The first thing that he notices is a queen-sized bed with a white bedsheet and a couple of matching-colored pillows and a chocolate-colored cylinder-shaped cushion on each side. Behind the bed, there is a wall-sized painting of the blooming cherry blossom garden during the sunset.

Then, of course, in front of the bed, a flat wide-screen TV is resting on the wooden desk against the wall, and not far from it is a door that probably leads to the bathroom.

Lastly, there are wall-sized, coffee-colored curtains that are covering the entire wall. Perhaps that’s the glass wall he has seen during the car ride toward the hotel. Then, not that far from that wall, there is a long, black woodworking desk on which are a pile of folders, a closed expensive laptop, a modern-looking table lamp, and some other stuff.

But for now, the redhead addresses him. “You can hang your jacket in the closet over there. And please feel like you’re at home.”

“Then give me your coat ‘cos I can hang it on the same go as a real gentleman. Also, in the meantime, you can wait for me on the bed.” Kusanagi suggests.

Surely, when the tanned brunette makes the same eyes as a lascivious cat, she cannot help herself but like this silly little man.

After Alba removes her coat and puts her gloves into its pockets, she hands it to Kusanagi and watches him walking to the large closet, leaning against the wall, with mirror door reflects the bed.

Just before opening the door, he throws his bag, which lands on the bed.

After removing his jacket, he rests it on top of his partner’s coat; he opens the closet and hangs these two pieces of clothing.

When he handles this task, he turns toward the bed and jumped in.

Thus, as Kusanagi lands on the bed, his body and the thrown bag bounce up before finally landing on the mattress.

Meanwhile, Alba only covers her mouth and exhales at observing the tanned brunette seemingly having the best time of his life.

Kusanagi addresses her while lying on his side and leaning on his elbow. “Oi, are you coming or not?”

He is far from being perfect, but even with his attitude, Alba finds it as a part of Kusanagi’s charms or him being cute.

Although she understands that she has to hold back. Otherwise, she may go overboard and hurt or upset her partner. So, before it happens, she is determined to make him cum without needing to go all the way.

When she approaches him and sits close to him, Kusanagi presses his chest against her back and throws his arm over her shoulder.

Despite the tanned brunette wrapping another arm around her waist and starting to kiss her neck, Alba closes her eyes and calmly comments. “You are a quite eager boy, aren’t you, Kusanagi-kun?”

However, as Kusanagi begins groping her breast, he makes sweet sighs between kisses and using his tongue.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it? I wish I had turned on the TV first. But it cannot be helped then. Perhaps by this time, Soiree is asleep too. The redhead wonders while letting her partner do as he pleases.

Even when Kusanagi’s other hand moves up to the top buttons of her shirt and starts unfastening it, she doesn’t mind it.

Besides, from Kusanagi’s clumsy hand movement and mild trembling, she can tell that it might be his first time having sex with anyone. Or so she thinks and cracks a smile.

But for now, she notices the tanned brunette’s slightly shy look while struggling with the current task.

Despite that, he explains in a mildly nervous tone. “These don’t work, but I can handle this without your help.”

After managing to unbutton her shirt, he grasps the edges of it and immediately exposes her upper body and her black bra decorated with flowery laces.

While his eyes are at Alba's well formed abs, he addresses her. “So, you’re also a gym freak? Let’s see what other surprises you’re hiding.”

Even after removing her red shirt from her shoulders and lowering it, he tries to keep his cool at noticing her muscular arms. “If you thought that I'm gonna hate it… I don’t mind it, you know.”

This expression only makes Alba crack a smile and chuckle. “You’re cute, Kusanagi-kun.”

When she turns around, she pushes the tanned brunette to lie on his back and corners him. “However, this is where I’ll take the lead from now on. Unless you don’t want to.”

At first, Kusanagi is briefly confused, but he doesn’t remove his eyes from the redhead and replies. “So, you’re like a dommy-mommy too? I get it. But then you can open the bag and find a bunch of stuff that you may like.”

I preferred to use those on you until you cry, but maybe it’s okay to watch you play with them, I guess? The tanned brunette turns his head and lowers his gaze.

“Dommy what?” The redhead chuckles and adds. “You sure are tempting me to eat you up.”

When she brushes down her partner’s chest with her finger, she explains in a gentle yet deeper voice. “However, first, I’ll teach you a way that can make you feel good. So, let’s see whether you brought anything I can use.”

After Alba turns around and leans toward the bag’s side, Kusanagi half-sits and watches her with such mischievous eyes.

When she unzips the bag, she covers her mouth at the content inside. “Oh my…”

But for now, she turns the bag upside-down, and a bunch of sex toys, a bottle of lube, and a line of wrapped condoms fall on the bed. Yes, there are dildos, and there is a smaller version of the Hitachi Magic Wand.

Although she cracks a smile at the rose-themed toys, which Kusanagi has brought. Something like a silicone ball gag with a rose, a red rose vibrating anal plug with the controller, and even rose buds for clitoris sucking or licking. And the shiniest of them all – a metal butt plug with a blooming rose for his little princess.

However, Kusanagi’s prideful bragging makes her turn her head. “Did you find anything you like? And what did I tell you? I didn’t come empty-handed.”

And you have no idea that it cost me almost half of my salary. So, you better be enjoying these.

While Alba sits on one knee, she holds her chin and makes a small request. “Then can I ask you to take off your pants and get on all fours?”

“Fine, ‘cos what I won’t do for my demanding princess.” The tanned brunette replies and does what he is told to.

Of course, the very least he has imagined is that his first time will be as a submissive top. But it’s not the worst thing in the world. Anyways, it’s only a matter of time before this chick will be bouncing on his dick like a horny rabbit. So, he just has to endure for a bit until that. Or so Kusanagi thinks as he shoves his bottom in the air and lowers his jeans and underwear.

Although he has to admit it, it’s an embarrassing position, which makes him hide his face in his elbows and let out a short groan. Besides, he can feel how his ears are burning while his cheeks nicely warm up. So, it’s better not to show her his uncool side. The tanned brunette decides.

Surely, her partner’s obedience and him being in such a vulnerable position thrills Alba deep inside and makes her sigh. That’s why he deserves a little reward.

When Alba grabs an unopened bottle of lube, she kneels in front of her partner’s bottom and pours a transparent, thick liquid on her palm.

Lastly, the redhead leans closer to him and praises him. “Good boy. Now, don’t get startled; it might be a bit cold.”

Such a voice and these words alone are enough to throb his weeping arousal.

That woman is gonna milk me dry, right?

After she rests her other palm on his waist, she lowers her shoulders and exhales.

Now, cold and slippery fingers touching his entrance make him widen his eyes and gasp. “What the hell are you doing?!”

However, Alba only calmly reassures her partner. “Now now. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to show you the most underappreciated way of making even the toughest guy cum.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, the tanned brunette murmurs while refusing to face his partner. “… Do as you wish. But I’ll make you taste your own medicine soon enough.”

“Then try to relax, okay?” Alba asks him, and this time manages to slip her fingers inside her partner.

Surely, it startles the tanned brunette, but he suppresses his pitiful whine into his elbow. As if he lets her hear pathetic noises like that.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi’s reaction visibly concerns the redhead. “Does it hurt?”

However, Kusanagi only shakes his head.

“Good. I’m starting to move them. Breathe deeply if you need it.” She instructs him and begins moving her fingers.

Of course, it’s weird when something cold and wet is wriggling inside him and stretches him. Fortunately, the coldness disappears, but now these wet noises when his partner messes with his ring muscle make it harder to suppress his soft cries.

It’s not bad or painful… It’s just something he should be doing instead. So, do girls in porn only put on an act when anyone fingers them? It seems it might be a case. Or so Kusanagi wonders as he closes his eyes and tries to follow Alba’s suggestion.

When Alba’s fingers hit the spot he didn’t know he had, the electricity is sent through his body, and the tanned brunette makes a lewd moan.

For now, the redhead pauses and checks on her partner. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

Being aware that he is blushing hard, Kusanagi replies in an unusually sweet voice. “… The hell I know! It was weird when you touched down there… but not bad, I think?”

“I see…” The redhead closes her eyes and feels relieved.

After opening her eyes, she explains. “It seems I found it. That’s right; even guys like you have their very special spot, which is called the prostate. You can think of it as a G-spot, which would make you feel good without touching your front.”

When she exhales, she adds. “And, no, having an orgasm through this spot won’t make you less of a man. So, think of it just as another form of pleasing your partner.”

Surely, Kusanagi can swear that woman has read his mind. Is he that predictable? Nonetheless, he feels strangely assured by knowing it now. As if a heavy boulder was dropped from his chest.

Now, he turns his head and makes a demanding look. “Just finish that soon so that we can finally fuck.”

When the tanned brunette makes such an adorably erotic look, she cannot say no.

“Yes~” Alba replies and picks up where she has left off.

Fortunately, it doesn’t take long enough to rediscover Kusanagi’s special spot and be rewarded by more lovely whims.

Meanwhile, all Kusanagi can do is grasp the bedsheet as Alba’s fingers are rubbing his prostate.

Moreover, he can feel the blood rushing to his dick. So, as if he knew that he could experience the same, if not greater, pleasure than stroking his hard-on.

Hell, even his shivering body may collapse soon if this woman keeps playing around with him any longer.

As soon as Alba’s fingers are rapidly hitting his special spot, Kusanagi doesn’t care what face or sounds he makes. All that he wants is to come.

Thus, as he reaches the climax, he closes his eyes and makes a last ecstatic moan.

After collapsing on one side, he only blankly stares while regaining his breath.

Naturally, the redhead leans close to him and rests her hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Kusanagi-kun? Should I get you anything?”

“… Rematch. You said that after this, we’re finally having sex. Besides, you’re still unsatisfied. So, let me return a favor.” The tanned brunette whines.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to do anything really.” Alba objects.

Kusanagi makes a frustrated look and raises his eyebrow. “Are you chickening out?”

The redhead softens her gaze. “That’s not it. But I’m sure you may feel like I’ve tricked you.”

After taking a deep breath, Kusanagi confesses. “Why? ‘Cos you’re one of those dominatrices? It’s not that I mind it, you know. And what kind of man would I be if I got scared by a double-dildo or strap-on? It’s a thing that you’re maybe into, and I don’t wanna be a laughingstock who cannot satisfy his girlfriend.”

Surely, these words take her breath away, and she clenches her palm on her chest area. “Kusanagi-kun…”

After a pause, she nods. “Alright. However, promise me that you won’t hate me for this.”

“Whatever. Just hurry up and let’s do this.” The tanned brunette rolls his eyes and sighs.

When Alba unbuckles her pants belt and lowers the zipper, she gets out of her pants.

Although by far, nothing new or surprising for the Kusanagi’s eye. So, a pair of panties that match her bra is something that leaves him unaffected.

However, after taking a better look, he notices a suspiciously large bulge in front of it.

That is some sort of strap, isn’t it? The tanned brunette’s face cracks a nervous smile.

Lastly, when Alba grasps the sides of her underwear, she closes her eyes and lowers her head. “I’m sorry, Kusanagi-kun.”

This is it, the moment of truth. Finally, after a long unsuccessful quest to lose his virginity, he will do it.

Suddenly, Kusanagi widens his eyes and crawls back. “The… the hell is that?”

While half sitting on the bed, the tanned brunette stares in shock at the redhead's enormous and tall-standing dick popping out from her underwear.

“It’s… Why is it so fucking huge!?” Kusanagi rants, unable to remove his eye from an awakened monster.

After quickly covering her privates, she apologizes. “I’m sorry for giving you false hope or being unable to be the girlfriend you wanted me to be. So, I’m sure you want to leave now, right?”

Of course, Kusanagi is bewildered by such a revelation. Nevertheless, he tries to remain cool and think of something to say.

After a few seconds of lasting awkward silence, he breaks it, “That is… So, are you one of the girls who just happened to be born with that thing?” turning his head away, he adds. “Yeah, I did not expect it… However, you are still a woman, right?”

“Y-yes…” The redhead nods as if confirming a committed crime.

When Kusanagi rubs his nape, he tightens his lips. “I see… But then, I guess… I guess you are still my girlfriend then.”

“Huh?” Alba raises her eyebrow in disbelief.

The tanned brunette shyly responds. “I mean, we can still be a couple if you want. But then I have no idea how to satisfy you...”

“Kusanagi-kun.” The redhead smiles and pounces on him.

As she tightens her hug, she closes her eyes and whispers into his ear. “Thank you.”

After landing a soft kiss on Kusanagi’s cheek, she withdraws and sits on her knees.

When she rests her clenched palms on her lap, she suggests. “You’ve mentioned earlier you have no issues with straps, right? So, if you want, I can use my penis as that.”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi manages to lean on his elbows and rub his temples. “So, you're saying you want to peg me, right?”

After briefly averting his gaze, he negotiates. “But that would be like that finger thing too, or not? You know what? If you let me bury my face in your tits later on, I’ll let you do that.”

In the end, Alba nods. “If that’s what you want. Then I'm just going to grab a condom and more lube. So, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?”

In the meantime, the tanned brunette lies on his side and waits for his partner to return.

After Alba picks a condom from a night drawer, she joins her boyfriend on the bed and tears the small packet.

Upon putting on the condom and applying a good amount of lubrication on her vigorous hard-on, she gets close to Kusanagi and gently warns him. “I will just lift your leg, okay?”

“Just get down to business.” The tanned brunette impatiently demands while Alba rests his leg on her shoulder.

After Alba brings her massive cock to Kusanagi’s entrance, she inserts the tip in and adds. “I’m going to put it in. So, let me know if you are hurt or dislike anything.”

Surely, it’s far bigger than her fingers. However, he refuses to show any weakness.

As her dick slowly moves deeper inside him, Kusanagi closes his eyes and whimpers between deep breaths.

Yes, his flesh tunnel is being stretched a lot, although it’s not that bad; he can endure it.

For now, he can hear Alba stating. “It’s half in. How are you feeling, Kusanagi-kun?”

Just half? How big is that beast? That woman’s cock may leave through my throat...

“Stop asking such a stupid thing! If I didn’t want it, I would have already pushed you away.” The tanned brunette replies through his groans.

“You’re adorable, you know that, right?” The redhead comments.

Kusanagi attempts to make an indignant look, but his lewd voice and his blushing face betray him. “I’m not cute!… I am fucking hot, got it?~”

Suddenly, Alba grunts. “Please relax a bit more. You are squeezing me.”

A few seconds later, she manages to push the rest of her length. “I’m all in. So, I’m starting to move, okay?”

“Just do it already!” The tanned brunette whines.

For now, the redhead starts slowly thrusting her hips while keeping an eye on her lover.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi can feel as if Alba’s womancock almost, if not, reaches his diaphragm level with each thrust.

But for now, he manages to keep his voice down.

Suddenly, he softly moans as his special spot is hit.

“So, this is where your G-spot is.” Alba delightfully smiles and aims for more.

Not only does this woman more often rub his prostate, but she also increases her speed too. Hell, at this point, it’s sending pleasant shivers all over his body and making him sensually moan.

It’s hard to admit it, but even he is turned on again, and his weeping arousal is proof.

More so, when he blissfully opens his eyes and faces his partner, he finds his partner’s cracked poker face while she is grunting and her chest is bloating as goddamn hot.

It’s so fucking worth it~

But for now, Alba removes his leg from her shoulder and stops her movement. “Please lie on your back. I want to see your face better.”

Of course, he is annoyed that his partner has cut that euphoric feeling, but he follows the given instructions no matter how embarrassing it feels.

Now, the redhead holds his hips and starts penetrating him again.

After she catches up with her previous speed, she leans closer to her boyfriend and corners him.

At this point, seeing how close Alba’s breasts are jiggling to his face, he becomes mesmerized by the view in front of him.

Just when he is already drowning in pleasure, the redhead brushing his wrists and interweaving their fingers makes him let out a purring-like noise.

One thing is for sure: he hasn’t imagined that he would ever hold hands with anyone during sex. However, he doesn’t mind it and wonders whether this woman really has fallen for him.

Eventually, both of them are at their limit, and Kusanagi climaxes at the sensation of the expanding condom filled with hot semen and Alba’s groaning.

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An hour passes by. It seems that, as Alba has promised, Kusanagi is resting his face on his partner’s breasts. Even if they are not as soft as he has imagined, they are warm and strangely comforting. At this point, he doesn’t mind falling asleep when he is under a warm, soft blanket and now in his girlfriend’s embrace.

The shower gel that Alba has used after she helped him to get into the bath smells nice, like luxurious flowers.

It cannot be helped that they went for another round, or rather, the redhead wanted to test Kusanagi’s toys on him. It was not that he was against it, but he just simply had not expected this to happen.

But for now, while Alba strokes his hair, he addresses her in a sleepy voice. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“You know, I wanna ask you a favor. Can you get me a fruit basket?” Kusanagi replies.

Surely, it piques Alba’s interest, and she cracks a smile. “Are you hungry?”

The tanned brunette lowers his gaze and explains. “It’s not for me. It’s for my friend’s nerd buddy. So, I was planning to hang out with him, but he texted me at the last minute that his little friend is sick.”

“Oh, I see. Then would you like me to send it to this person’s address?” The redhead asks him.

Kusanagi only shakes his head. “I think it might be better if that stupid fool would deliver it to his friend instead. Besides, he started spending more time with that nerd than with me or anyone else. So, I would just need to text him about that.”

For now, Alba brushes the hair from his face and kisses his forehead. “You are a kind person, Kusanagi-kun. So, by tomorrow, it should be ready.”

A moment later, she asks. “By the way, when are you leaving for work?”

It seems that she may not get any answers for tonight. After all, her little boyfriend has fallen asleep on her.

However, she is determined to wait until tomorrow when she can ask whether Kusanagi wants to go on another date.

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Jewelry (Chapter 2)

2026-01-19T17:42:48Z

Title: Jewelry
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Yagami Iori/Kusanagi Kyou
Characters: Yagami Iori, Kusanagi Kyou, Moe Habana

Summary:

Kyo has agreed to be a piercing model at his boyfriend's work. Sounds nothing extraordinary, right? However, It seems Iori has his ulterior motives for that.
[This story was written for Kyo's b-day on 2025/12/12]

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A couple of weeks since Kyo received his newest piercing have passed.

Although today is just an ordinary and not so big day, just another day off for this couple. Or this is what the Kusanagi heir wants his partner to believe while scheming his little plan like a cunning fox.

You had your little fun with teasing me for a while. You better be ‘bracing yourself ‘cos I’m not gonna hold back tonight~

However, the brunette’s cat-like smirk is wiped off and changes into a confused face by Iori’s voice. “What are you up to now, you little mischief-maker?”

Apparently, Kyo is busy resting his head on Iori’s lap and playing with the handheld console.

But for now, after the Kusanagi heir lowers the console, he makes an innocent face. “What makes you think that way?”

Surely, the redhead staring at him with his usual serious face never fails to entertain Kyo.

“I just caught a rare fish, that’s all.” The brunette shows his happy villager character holding a caught oarfish and the notification below, which congratulates the player to Iori.

However, the redhead only suspiciously narrows his gaze without buying into this.

Surely, the look in these big amber eyes makes Iori roll his eyes and groan.

Besides, there is no way he can win when Kyo uses them against him.

For now, the redhead turns his head and murmurs. “Whatever. Just let me get up. I need to finish revisiting study material that may be helpful for Moe.”

Seeing the brunette’s curious face makes Iori exhale, and he patiently explains. “She asked me if she can bring her friend next week after work for piercing ears. And she wants me to watch over her while she’s at it. So, I may return later than usual.”

When Kyo reaches out for his partner and rests his palms on Iori’s cheeks, he comments in a purring-like voice. “My hubby really works hard~ You know, she’s lucky to have you as a mentor.”

While his fingertips are running down from Iori’s jaw to his chest, he adds. “Looks like your job is really paying off too. So, how about I give you a small reward for it?”

One thing is for sure: there’s nothing more entertaining than watching Iori doing his best to contain himself while he may be aware that Kyo is playing around with him and getting away with it.

While Kyo is looking at his partner with such seductive eyes, he starts drawing on Iori’s chest with his finger. “You’ve been holding back for a while, haven’t you? So, why don’t we come to the bedroom, okay?~”

When the Kusanagi heir stares at him with those amber eyes, Iori is convinced yet again that he’s dating a sex-thirsty succubus who disguises himself as an angel.

Moreover, this alluring creature is a bully who knows how to wrap the redhead around his finger. Perhaps even now he’s plotting something. However, whatever it is, it can wait until the evening.

For now, Iori fixates his eyes on the brunette’s exposed belly and the shining navel piercing and is tempted to touch this area.

Even if the Kusanagi heir’s abs are hard and refined, for the redhead it reminds of a soft kitten’s belly.

It doesn’t help Iori either that Kyo is giving him a suggestive look while showing his most vulnerable spot to him.

Is he taunting me? The redhead swallows the saliva and brings his palm closer.

Suddenly, he withdraws his palm. After all, the belly is a trap, right? So, he shouldn’t give in so easily.

Meanwhile, Kyo only stretches his belly, showing it’s okay, it’s fine, and he trusts this man. He even makes a short trilling noise at him.

“Don’t blame me, Kyo. You’ve been asking for it.” The redhead smiles and lowers his palm.

Just when Iori’s hand touches the brunette’s abs, noticing Kyo’s mischievous smile makes him realize something is off.

Suddenly, Kyo grips his partner’s wrist with his hands like a playful cat. “I gotchu!~”

Now, he moves this hand upward to his chest until it reaches his mouth.

As the brunette parts his lips, he brings Iori’s middle finger to his mouth and starts sucking on it.

Meanwhile, the redhead’s breath is taken by his boyfriend’s adorable look, and now his tongue is enabled as well.

However, it seems one finger is not enough for Kyo, and he decides to take a second one.

While suggestively sucking and licking them, he stares with his thrilled eyes at his partner.

Just when the brunette thinks he has this man under his will, one loud meowing breaks Iori from his spell, and he immediately checks on the source of that sound.

Noticing a tuxedo cat walking to the couch, the redhead withdraws his hand and talks to his fur baby. “What is it, Mr. Bond? Are you hungry?”

Meanwhile, Kyo makes an annoyed look as Iori’s precious baby steals the spotlight again.

But for now, Mr. Bond meows back while his tail stands like a question mark.

“Then let your daddy get up, and I’ll feed you.” Iori addresses the tuxedo cat.

After wiping his wet fingers on his shirt, his gaze returns to Kyo, and he speaks to him in his usual grumpy tone. “Get up, or do you want this poor baby to starve?”

Having no choice but to admit his defeat, the brunette softly groans while giving a visibly frustrated look to his partner.

Lastly, Kyo stretches out while still resting on Iori’s lap and rolls to lie on his stomach.

“Fiiine~ But you better grab something for me, or else I’m not letting you go.” The brunette replies before getting on all fours and freeing his partner’s lap.

I may have gone easy on you this time. But next time, even if you beg, I’ll drain you until you can’t walk, you big stupid man. Kyo thinks as he sits next to Iori and watches him stroking Mr. Bond’s soft fur.

Finally, it is the end of the day, when Iori can rest. After taking a shower, he returns to the bedroom fresh and clean.

Suddenly, his jaw nearly drops at the view in front of him.

All he can do is gape like a fish. “What the hell?…”

Apparently, the Kusanagi heir is bending over and resting his hands on the bed. Moreover, he wears a loose white t-shirt with a cutout back and those jeans... Can those even be considered as a piece of clothing?

That’s right; not only these baggy jeans have cutout waist and pockets, but also loosely laced by the chains just enough to hold the pants together.

More importantly, such jeans stick nicely to Kyo’s round bottom, making it look bigger and more slappable.

However, it’s not as inviting as the Kusanagi heir turning his head and facing his lover with a provoking look. “So are you gonna just stare or what? Get over here, you dummy~”

It’s not helping him at all that the brunette slowly wiggles his bottom, which is nearly enough to mesmerize one.

Another detail that catches Iori’s eye is a rather long string of condoms next to Kyo, lying like a snake.

Without a second thought, he walks toward the bed and announces with a straight face. “So, this is what you’ve been up to, you little prick? Seducing unsuspecting men like a little slut… I’ll remind you of your place, Kyo!”

Meanwhile, Kyo only teasingly narrows his gaze. “Is that so? Go ahead, then~”

After Iori approaches him, he concentrates the strength into his palm and slaps his partner’s buttock so hard that the sound rings through the entire room.

Surely, that makes the brunette lewdly moan and grasp the bedsheet.

As Iori firmly squeezes Kyo’s bottom and starts groping it, he replies in a deeper voice. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty boy.”

While being harassed by this man, the brunette closes his eyes and gently whimpers. “You’re mean~”

When Iori withdraws his palm, he leans closely to this lewd creature, nearly touching his back with his chest.

After inserting his palm through the large gap of Kyo’s t-shirt while placing the other one on his boyfriend’s cheek, Iori makes sure Kyo is facing him.

The sensation of his abs being stroked makes the brunette open his adorable amber eyes and notice Iori’s satisfied face.

It seems the redhead also enjoys playing with Kyo’s navel piercing as well.

As Iori slips his palm under the brunette’s jeans, he widens his eyes and holds his breath upon the sensation of brushing the naked flesh.

No matter how carefully his fingertips trace for underwear material around the lower regions, avoiding touching the groin, all he can feel is his partner’s skin.

Surely, even being teased like that makes the Kusanagi heir shakily respire and blissfully narrow his gaze.

Now, Iori’s hand movement stops, and he deeply chuckles. “How lewd. Do you really miss me fucking you senselessly? But not now. There’s something I want to try first. So, sit down.”

After withdrawing from his precious boyfriend, the redhead leaves his side and walks to the nightstand.

Meanwhile, Kyo does what he is told to and curiously watches him.

Soon, Iori picks up a small, long box and a wrapped red silk ribbon and returns to his partner’s side.

When he sits next to Kyo, he taps on his own lap. “Come and undress.”

Instead of questioning him, the brunette sits on his partner’s lap, and while facing him, he holds the hem of his t-shirt. “You don’t have to tell me what to do, Iorin~”

Now, Kyo starts undressing while giving a teasing look to the redhead.

Of course, he also appreciates how Iori holds his waist to support him, to which he responds with sweet purring-like noises.

Once the brunette throws his t-shirt on the floor, something catches Iori’s eye.

While his eyes are fixated on the crossed bandages on the Kusanagi heir’s nipples, he asks. “What’s that?”

Kyo only throws his arms over his partner’s shoulders and makes his signature angelic eyes. “You were mean to me a lot after you gave me those piercings. And even when I wanted to take a break from wearing them, I couldn’t just wear a plain shirt without getting hard. Only after putting these on can I concentrate.”

After a brief pause, he starts whining. “So, do something about it, Iorin!~ Else I have a very special punishment just for you, you big bully.”

Meanwhile, the redhead’s hand slides to his naughty lover’s butt and rubs it. “Hoo~ Go on and try, Kyo.”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, you silly little man~” The brunette fires back and removes his arms from his partner’s shoulder.

After picking up the string of condom packets, he lifts it high enough for Iori to see and declares. “Now, let’s see how much I should drain you tonight, Iorin~”

Even the redhead can tell that Kyo might be nervous about it, but no matter how hard he tries to keep a cool face, he is blushing like a first-timer. Nevertheless, it entertains Iori.

After taking a deep breath and exhaling, Kyo’s finger points at the top condom. “That might be just an appetizer for ya but maybe not for me yet.”

When his finger moves to a level lower, he adds. “It may do like a coffee cup in the morning to wake me up.”

Another condom down, the brunette bites his lower lip while keeping his eyes on his smug lover. “That might be just a warm-up, right?”

After his finger points at the lower level, he can feel his ears burning, but he continues doing his best. “This one may be enough to get down to business.”

However, Iori interrupts with a small taunt. “Are you counting how long you are going to last? Survive one time without passing out, then talk, pretty boy.”

Surely, it’s enough for Kyo to put on a visibly annoyed look, and he quickly lowers his hand a few condoms down. “You know, that may do for now, you big dummy.”

After ripping off the measured line, he rests it close to Iori and now throws his arms around his partner’s shoulders again.

As the flame of impatience burns in those amber eyes, Kyo states. “Whatever you got in that box can wait. So, let’s start and wake up your buddy down there.”

After he closes his eyes, he brings his face close to Iori’s and presses his lips against him.

When he feels how his partner rests his hand against the back of his head and starts ruffling his hair, Kyo parts his lips and invites Iori inside.

Even such a simple thing as the sensation of each little part of his mouth being dominated by his lover turns him on more than usual.

When Iori is roughly groping Kyo's bottom and sinking his fingertips into his lover’s scalp alone, Kyo can tell that his partner is also eagerly looking forward to this.

Fuck… If I'm gonna cum just by merely making out… I’m not gonna let you get away with it! The brunette thinks as he softly moans between catching for breath.

Now, sensing how Iori’s hand moves to his waist and searches for the clasp of the chain, Kyo opens his eyes and lowers his gaze. What? Already?

Just within the clicking and feeling how his jeans are becoming looser, the brunette presses his chest against Iori’s and starts rubbing it.

Even between making sweet noises of cries, Kyo digs his fingertips into his lover’s back and lifts his blissfully narrowed gaze. “Io… Ioriiin!~”

Meanwhile, the redhead is busy working on opening the second clasp and grunting at Kyo’s nail digging into his skin through the thin shirt layer. “Fuuck…”

After withdrawing his face from the brunette’s, Iori orders him. “Stop struggling and let me get you out of this, you fool.”

To his surprise, Kyo is cooperative and does what he is told to like a good boy while making such a needy look.

When the brunette lifts his bottom, Iori removes this bothering piece of clothing and exposes that round, naked butt to the world.

However, noticing a thick, rubber ring sticking out like a tail from Kyo’s bottom, the redhead cracks a smile and comments. “So, you was bored while I barely left to go to the shower? Are you that hungry for my cock?”

A moment later, he gives another command. “Then get on all fours.”

Of course, Kyo doesn’t object and gets off Iori’s lap.

Even when he tosses his jeans away and thrust his bottom into the air, he turns his head and smirks like a cat. “Now we’re talking~”

More so, he feels thrilled finally seeing his boyfriend tearing the first condom packet by his teeth and unzipping his pants.

Certainly, at this point, Kyo may not mind it if Iori won’t bother with putting the condom on. Although that’s what you get for dating someone who’s obsessed with cleanliness. So, it cannot be helped then. On the other hand, that is another small thing for which the brunette can find him adorably dorky. Besides, now, it’s like a small exclusive show for his eyes only.

After the redhead is done with the current task, he climbs on the bed and gets close to Kyo.

When he rests his hand on the brunette’s buttock, he picks the pullout ring and addresses his partner in a sensibly aroused voice. “Now, let’s hear you cry.”

After concentrating the strength into the same arm that grips the ring, Iori immediately pulls out a remarkable-sized set of anal beads, which are covered in lube. “Haa!”

Surely, the sensation of five massive spheres is not only enough to hit the Kusanagi heir’s prostate several times with such raw force, but also enough for him to tremble and see the stars.

More so, it’s like a brand-new level of pleasure that Kyo didn’t know he could experience in such a short time.

Neither Iori had an idea that his boyfriend could make such erotic and euphoric moans before cumming and collapsing on the bed.

However, despite his throbbing hard-on, the redhead leans closer to Kyo still twitching and regaining his breath.

After taking a better look, he notices the brunette is still in the dream world with his satisfied look and tiny heart in those amber eyes.

Now, Kyo finally manages to speak his first words. “… It was… totally worth it~”

Surely, it makes Iori facepalm and groan. “You stupid, horny fool.”

Soon, the brunette pushes himself up by the elbows and lifts his head to face his partner. “What’s wrong? Ya thought I was gonna leave you and that monster over there like that alone?~ Come here, you dork.”

It seems Kyo’s still gaping entrance is inviting as well, but not as much as those seductive amber eyes.

After swallowing saliva and clenching his palms into fists, Iori grabs his partner by his hips and lifts him.

Even when Kyo rests his chin on his hands while his bottom is up in the air, he watches over the redhead as he slides his palm on the brunette’s lower back and with the other one brings his dick to the entrance.

Seeing how Iori is rubbing his length against Kyo’s lower mouth makes him whine. “Just hurry up and put it in!”

Instead of complying with the request, he decides to tease his desperate lover a bit longer.

“I don’t care if you do it with a condom on or not! Please just give me your cock and fill me up with your semen until I get pregnant, you big idiot!” Kyo begs.

The brunette’s pleading eyes and sweet voice are enough to make Iori's heart skip a beat.

When Iori makes a content face, he chuckles and announces in a deeper tone. “You’re that desperate, right? Fine. Since you ask so nicely, I’ll give it to you, Kyo.”

After bringing the tip of his cock to Kyo’s entrance, he shoves his entire length in immediately, sending the pleasant electricity wave all over the brunette’s body and making him loudly whine.

While panting, Iori cracks a mocking smile. “It went in way too smoothly. Having all the fun for yourself only. Was you playing with yourself all this time?”

Instead of letting the brunette have time to say anything, he slaps Kyo’s buttock and starts aggressively penetrating him.

Surely, such a raw and unadulterated force stretching his insides is too intense for the brunette, and all he can do is close his eyes and grasp the bedsheet while failing to suppress erotic moans.

More importantly, when Iori is touching his special spot, Kyo feels like he is on cloud ninth and buries his heavily blushing face in his arm.

Just when Kyo feels how his knees are about to give up on him, he whimpers at his lover catching his hips in time.

While Iori sinks his fingers into the brunette’s skin and keeps the current rhythm, he narrows his gaze and groans. “What’s wrong? Where did… Where did all your previous energy go? I’m not done with you yet… Fuck!”

It seems not only Kyo’s manhood rises again, but also his insides are squeezing tightly on Iori’s dick as if he refuses to let this man go.

Strangely, even the sensation of his partner’s nails about to tear his flesh strangely turns the Kusanagi heir on as well.

“Less… less talk!~ And… aahhh~ Aaand more… more fucking, you idiot! Nyaa... aah!~” The brunette demands.

From Iori’s grunting and hard breathing, Kyo can tell he may not last long. Not when the redhead is aggressively thrusting like an absolute beast.

As Iori closes his eyes and groans, he pushes himself in one last time until he presses against his partner’s bottom.

Meanwhile, Kyo softly cries and arches his back as the condom expanding deep inside him.

Although his partner may have climaxed, the Kusanagi heir is not satisfied yet, and even his weeping arousal looks like crying for attention.

But for now, while regaining his breath, Iori slowly pulls out his cock with the condom heavy with his seed.

While Kyo remains on all fours and stares at him with such a frustrated look, the redhead carefully removes the condom and ties it.

After tossing it next to his partner’s, he sits on his knees and holds his dick. “Now, clean it.”

When Kyo crawls to his boyfriend’s side, he holds Iori’s hard-on and brings his face close to it.

After opening his mouth, his tongue begins sensually working on the tip before licking the entire length, making sure to savor every single leftover drop.

Meanwhile, the redhead reaches for Kyo’s head and now starts stroking his partner’s hair. “Good boy. So good that you may deserve a reward.”

The Kusanagi heir only lifts his loving gaze and makes purring-like noises while his cheek is rubbing against that vigorous dick, which he misses so goddamn much.

Just when he is about to do anything else, Iori orders him. “Put it down and lie down.”

The brunette respires and gives a last kiss to his partner’s dick before lying on his side.

Surely, such a soft gesture surprises the redhead, but he keeps his poker face and now picks up the ribbon.

“Lift your hands.” Iori instructs him.

When Kyo lifts his hands above his head, the redhead keeps his wrists close.

While Iori is busy with the current task, he listens to the Kusanagi heir’s complaint. “But you said you were gonna give me a reward, you silly.”

“Be a patient boy and you’ll see…” Iori replies and briefly chuckles. “Or good luck with that, I guess.”

“Hmm?” The brunette makes a short trilling noise while Iori is wrapping a gorgeous red ribbon around his wrists up to his elbows.

After tying a decorative yet sturdy knot, the redhead opens the mysterious box and takes another item that piques Kyo's curiosity.

When Iori holds a sleeping mask, he addresses the brunette. “Lift your head for a bit.”

Of course, Kyo can sense that his partner is up to nothing good. Nevertheless, he allows the redhead to do as he pleases… Or at least for now.

Lastly, when the Kusanagi heir’s vision is blacked out, he isn’t certain what may happen next. On the other hand, his lower regions seem to be excited about it.

All he can do now is entrust his body to Iori and listen to his rather hoarse voice. “How about we remove these annoying bandages?”

Meanwhile, the shivering brunette respires at the sensation of the redhead carefully grasping the edge of the bandage and immediately peeling it off.

Surely, his nipple being exposed to sensibly chilly air makes it stand erect and him close his already covered eyes.

A second later, the other side of his chest receives the same treatment, and now Kyo feels his heart beating wildly.

“To think of it, it suits you better. Let’s see how you are gonna like this.” Iori comments before his next movement.

But now, his wrists being held makes the brunette thrust his chest.

Despite his struggle, Iori’s voice calms him down. “Stay still.”

Now, a ticklish sensation against his neck mildly startles him and makes him respire. Of course, it’s unexpected, but he is certain that it can be something fluffy and light as a feather.

And hearing the redhead’s deep chuckle as the feather strokes his chest area doesn’t help him at all.

Even the gentle strokes against one of his nipples make the Kusanagi heir arch his back and sigh.

The longer Iori teases his poor defenseless chest, the brunette starts making soft moans and turns his head from side to side. Besides, as if he can predict what this man may do.

Sometimes, it’s his nipples being brushed. Sometimes it’s his neck. Hell, even his privates are not safe from this unknown pattern of feather movements.

More so, the redhead’s remarks on Kyo being unusually sensitive make his weeping arousal throb.

Soon, feeling Iori’s palm against one side of his neck and on the other his breathing against his skin sends pleasant shivers all over his body and makes him let out more sensual sighs.

“Io… Iorin?” The brunette says in a sweet voice as the redhead is now licking his neck.

However, it doesn’t end just there. That’s right; Iori nibbling and sucking on his neck and collarbone makes the Kusanagi heir softly moan and struggle under him.

As soon as the redhead withdraws his face from Kyo, he addresses him. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

A moment later, Iori’s sudden assault against his chest is too much for the brunette.

That’s right; his partner’s tongue working on his nipple or sucking on it is too much pleasure for Kyo to handle. All he can do is just make more lewd moans while being under this man’s mercy.

In the end, even with biting now, Kyo finally climaxes and thrusts his hips into the air. Even through the blindfold, his vision goes white, and he drops on the bed.

While he regains his breath, he can hear the rustling noises of the clothes and a tiny plastic package getting torn.

A few moments later, his cheek gets gently slapped, and Iori’s concerned voice gets his attention. “Hey, are you still there? Wake up!”

Meanwhile, the brunette only groans and tries pushing himself up.

“Stay still and let me remove this.” Iori addresses him.

A few moments later, the sleeping mask is removed from his eyes, and Kyo can finally move his hands again.

One thing is for sure: seeing his partner in whole naked glory sitting next to him as the first thing after being blindfolded makes the brunette’s mind go places. More so, it seems Iori is also ready for another round.

“When did you?” The brunette asks while putting on the bewildered face and is unable to decide where to concentrate his gaze.

“If you are already tired, just say so. Then I’ll handle the rest in the bathroom, you stupid.” The redhead turns his head away and frowns.

However, Kyo wraps his arms around his partner’s waist and rests his head on his lap. “Aww, come on~ As if that would be enough to take me down, you silly little man.”

When he lifts his head, he points his suggestive gaze at Iori’s crotch and mischievously smirks. “Besides, you already dressed up that beast. So, it would be a huuuge waste to throw away the empty condom, don’t you agree? And it looks like you may have missed me a lot.”

Surely, it’s more than enough for the redhead to push Kyo on the bed and pin his hands.

Even without Iori’s demanding face, the brunette can tell that the night is still young.

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Jewelry (Chapter 1)

2026-01-19T17:25:03Z

Title: Jewelry
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Yagami Iori/Kusanagi Kyou
Characters: Yagami Iori, Kusanagi Kyou, Moe Habana

Summary:

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It is a cozy, lazy morning in Yagami’s apartment. When the warm sunbeams are breaking through the gaps of the blinds, they reach one slumbering redhead and on top of him a suspiciously large pile under the blanket.

More so, that wiggling pile close to Iori’s lower regions startles the sleeping tuxedo cat and making him leave the bed.

But for now, Iori is awaken by someone’s palm rubbing his privates through his underwear.

It doesn’t help him either that now this person also starts greedily licking his crotch.

Despite such teasing and his slowly soaking underwear, Iori tries to ignore it and hopes to get back to sleep.

Hell, that person even makes lewd sighs and soft moans while continuing stimulating the redhead.

“Fuck...” Iori groans and slowly opens his eyes.

Surely, it doesn’t take long for him to figure out who is this moving blanket mountain on him.

Suddenly, nibbling on his sensitive areas makes him annoyed and he pulls the blanket off. “It’s barely morning and you’re like this, you horny idiot.”

Thus, it reveals the Kusanagi heir biting into the hemline of Iori’s underwear.

While still biting into the underwear the brunette lifts his gaze and greets his partner in a purring voice. “Good morning~”

Despite Kyo giving him a suggestive look, Iori remains unaffected and asks him. “Morning. What are you up to now?”

The brunette only grips the hemline of the underwear and casually responds. “It’s breakfast time, you silly. So, I want my protein shake.”

After respiring he adds. “Besides, you’re also already built up. So, lift your bottom.”

“I wonder whose fault is that...” The redhead complains, but allows his partner to pull down his underwear.

Surely, seeing Iori’s rock-hard dick sparks the excitement in Kyo’s eyes.

After he closes his eyes, he quickly claps his palms. “Thank you for the food~”

When he opens his thrilled amber eyes, he takes his partner’s hard-on and bring his mouth to the tip.

Even when he starts with licking the tip, Kyo doesn’t remove his seductive eyes from his partner.

Meanwhile, only Iori closes his eyes and exhales. So, he is really going for it.

Although such reaction entertains the brunette as his tongue works against the whole length.

Now, Kyo lifts his bottom and with a spare hand lowers his pajama shorts and underwear.

Lastly, the brunette grips his own dick and starts pleasuring himself while putting his mouth to good use.

Despite Kyo making sensual moans and blissfully shutting his eyes, Iori understands it might be his lover’s acting skills again.

He knows the Kusanagi heir’s put a show only for his eyes just to get whatever he wants.

But, goddamn it, it’s incredible how someone can be this lewd... Perhaps too much for his own good.

“You enjoying a lot, aren’t you?” Iori cracks a smile and reaches his hand at Kyo.

Surely, Iori’s resting palm on the brunette’s head makes him briefly lift his gaze.

When he strokes Kyo’s hair, he is rewarded not only with the Kusanagi heir masterly working with his tongue and mouth around his cock, but also him staring at Iori with tiny hearts in his eyes.

Certainly, the brunette’s purring noises and his adorable face alone turns on Iori even more and he barely holds back from groaning.

More so, it’s not the first time when the Kusanagi heir makes sweet sighs along with wet noises.

Nevertheless, it never fails sending pleasant shivers down Iori’s back.

Meanwhile, Kyo only chuckles at his partner covering his mouth with his palm and narrowing his gaze.

After the brunette withdraws his face, he gives a suggestive smile to the redhead and rubs his cheek against Iori’s weeping arousal. “Looks like even your buddy is worked up~”

Now, Kyo clenches his palm as if he holds something and moves it up and down while adding in a provocative tone. “Maybe I just need to give it a little shake like this.”

However, the very little that Kyo knows that he is about to make a great mistake of awakening the slumbering beast.

After kissing Iori’s length, he widens his eyes at the redhead gripping his shoulders and pushing him down on the bed.

While the brunette stares at his partner, Iori pins his hands and declares. “Looks like I have to teach you the same lesson over and over again, Kyo.”

Despite the redhead staring at him with hungry eyes, Kyo makes a smug face. “I would love to see that, dork~”

However, Iori doesn’t give in to the brunette’s provocation and slides his palm under Kyo’s t-shirt.

As he brushes his partner’s abs, he lifts this piece of clothing and addresses Kyo in a deeper voice. “Don’t blame me, if you gonna cry, pretty boy.”

“Hoo, should I be scared?~” The brunette teases him.

But for now, Iori fixates his eyes on Kyo’s round, silver belly piercing and swallows the saliva.

Surely, even if it’s been nearly a year since he and the Kusanagi heir started officially dating.

And, of course, the same jewelry on the brunette’s belly is to this very day, one of Iori’s proudest works and a proof that Kyo belongs to him.

However, Kyo’s sweet voice distracts his further thoughts. “Are you still here, Iorin?”

Noticing the brunette’s mildly annoyed and blushing face, Iori shakes his head and averts his gaze from his partner.

Meanwhile, Kyo uses his chance and frees his palms.

The Kusanagi heir’s struggle makes the redhead return his gaze.

When Kyo extends his arms and holds his partner’s cheeks, he softens his gaze. “Ya know, you keep staring at it. Do you really like that piercing that much?”

Now, he chuckles and cracks a smile. “It’s fine by me, though. I love you and your nerdiness.”

Surely, those loving eyes and Kyo reaching out for him makes Iori’s heart skip a beat and feeling his throbbing hard-on raising.

A moment later, the brunette withdraws his hands and upon grabbing the hemline of his t-shirt and brings it close to his mouth.

While biting into it, Kyo gives him a tempting look and showcases fully his chest and abs.

You’re too damn lewd! Fuck... The redhead exhales.

However, he manages to keep a straight face and brushes the brunette’s belly. “I’ll make you think of me each time you touch or see that piercing, Kyo.”

In the end, Kyo wraps his legs around his lover’s lower back and brings him closer.

Surely, the provocative look on the brunette’s face is more than inviting for this man to ravish the Kusanagi heir.

Thus, another morning starts with what is just a morning stretching for this couple.

An hour passes by. Just as the brunette wearing nothing but a long pajama shirt that is enough to cover his underwear enters the kitchen, he is greeted with an appetite rising smell.

It seems Iori is busy with preparing the breakfast that he is not aware about his approaching partner behind him.

Suddenly, he becomes alerted by someone throwing their arms over his shoulders.

When Kyo rests his head on his partner’s shoulders, he asks him in a purring-like voice. “What’s cooking, Yagami?”

Now, he takes a good look at the frying pan’s content.

Apparently, Iori is finishing making fried fish, and, upon turning off the heat, he is ready to serve the prepared meal.

“Is that for me?” The brunette rubs his cheek against him.

“Didn’t you had your breakfast already, you little succubus?” Iori responds with a straight face while sliding the spatula under the fish and lifting it.

However, Kyo slightly frowns and lowers his gaze. “You’re mean, Iorin.”

Just as Iori grabs the plate and puts the fish into it, he sighs. “Then if you don’t release me, I may eat it.”

Surely, it sparks Kyo’s amber eyes, and he hugs his partner tighter. “Yeees~”

When the brunette releases him from his embrace and turns around, his bottom gets slapped.

That alone is enough to make the Kusanagi heir widen his eyes and softly moan.

Not only that, but, now, one of his buttocks is squeezed too.

While making quiet groaning noises, he turns his head and sees Iori making an unusual smug face.

While rubbing his partner’s bottom, Iori explains. “Nothing personal. This is just for the earlier.”

“Looks like I didn’t drain you enough.” Kyo fires back and takes his seat.

I’ll get you tonight. Just you wait.

Just when both start the breakfast, Iori switches to his usual poker face and asks the brunette who is busy digging the soup. “Do you have any practice tomorrow?”

After lowering the bowl, Kyo tilts his head and makes a curious look. “Are you planning something?”

“Can you come to the piercing salon after work or not? I need a model for piercing.” The redhead turns his head and lowers his gaze.

Surely, such expression entertains the brunette and he casually replies. “Sure. Why not? But are you sure it’s only for that? ‘Cos either way, I don’t mind.”

Lastly, Iori gives him a demanding look. “Then you better not forget about it, okay?”

But for now, Kyo responds like a proud cat. “Since it’s such a big deal to you, it’s not that I'm gonna forget, you silly.”

So, let’s see what are you scheming this time, Iorin~ Or so the Kusanagi heir thinks to himself.

It is the end of another working day at the piercing salon in which one redhead works, and the opened door and doorbell gets one girl’s attention.

“Welcome!” A young girl in her late teens and short hair greets a customer.

However, as she finishes cleaning one of the dark wood tables, she widens her eyes at recognizing this person.

Now, the girl in tight cropped t-shirt and wide jeans with large side pockets tilts her head and takes a step toward the Kusanagi heir. “Kyo-san?”

A moment later, the brunette’s confused face changes into a bright one.

When she holds her arm behind her back, she adds. “It’s been a while. But what brings you here?”

“Someone wanted me to be a model today.” Kyo explains.

After resting his hands on his waist, the Kusanagi heir looks around, but sees no traces of Iori.

That man is not hiding under the black desks that are pressed against the walls or behind the shining metal trashcan under one of those desks or round chair with wheels.

Certainly, someone like Iori may not simply fit under the desk and not only his butt and legs would be sticking out, but also him curling under it would lift it would make the folders, hand disinfectant or other stuff to fall on the ground.

On the other hand, the hanging white closed shelves above the desks or dark singly shelves next to them wouldn’t be affected by that.

More so, there’s no signs of the redhead even behind the folded ebony curtains that separate a couple of foldable, black leather chairs on each side of the room.

Besides, Iori is not as slim as a coat rack to hide behind them, anyway.

So, where else that silly man can be?

As Kyo takes another glimpse, unfortunately, still nothing.

Now, he scratches his head and comments in a low-key tone. “However, looks like that person is not here. Maybe he just chickened out.”

Speaking of which a familiar annoyed voice responds from somewhere at the end of the room. “Who do you call a coward?”

The brunette only smirks like a cat and turns his head. “Then come out from wherever you are, Yagami.”

Soon, the door at the end of the room opens and master of the domain enters the salon.

It seems that Iori is still in his working outfit which is a dark tank top that is tight around his chest and matching color pants.

Despite the redhead’s intimidating exterior, Kyo cheerfully announces. “Ah, here you are, Yagami. And I didn’t know you had a super hearing.”

If it wasn’t for the time and place, Iori would smack this silly fellow. Or so the redhead thinks as he rolls his eyes.

Seeing his partner’s exhausted look, Kyo adds. “Aww, what’s wrong? Did you had a long day? What if I give you a back massage once we get home, you grumpy man?”

Meanwhile, the brunette girl watching these two, she addresses the Kusanagi heir. “Hey, Kyo-san. You seem to already know each other. Are you two friends?”

“I guess you can call us like that.” Kyo responds.

However, it makes this girl more curious.

While keeping his usual poker face, Iori intervenes. “We are roommates since we were in college. So, even after graduating, it was cheaper for us living together.”

After taking a breath, he introduces his partner to the piercing artist girl. “Remember how I told you earlier that I would show you in practice how to properly pierce nipples? So, today, Kyo will be assisting us with that. If he haven’t changed his mind yet.”

When he fixates his eyes on Kyo, he explains. “Moe is still new here. So, these two months she is just shadowing and helping me out in the salon before she’ll be confident at piercing.”

A moment later, the Kusanagi heir briefly chuckles and replies. “I see. But I don’t mind.”

So, this is what you’ve been up to, Iorin…

“That’s why, just tell me what should I do.” The brunette adds.

Iori closes his eyes and instructs his partner. “Take your shirt off and lie down on the chair. You can also hang your jacket.”

Without a second thought, Kyo follows the given orders and now chills on the nearest chair.

In the meantime, the redhead disinfects his hands and puts on the nitrile gloves.

When he turns his head toward Moe, he asks her. “Can you prepare me a marker, clamps, piercing needles, straight barbell, alcohol and swabs? You know where to find them, right?”

“Yes!” The brunette responds with enthusiasm and rushes toward the shelves.

Meanwhile, Iori approaches lying Kyo and gives him a gentle warning. “I'm just gonna lift it up a bit. So, don’t freak out.”

However, as the redhead bends and grips the handle of the chair, the Kusanagi heir only gives him a questioning look.

Thus, with one sudden movement, Iori pulls it up and ensures that Kyo is half sitting.

“It should do for now.” Iori briefly comments.

Finally, Moe returns with a metal tray with all needed instruments, which are packed in the sterile packages, cleaning equipment and a kidney-shaped bowl, she places on the desk next to the same chair where Kyo rests.

Surely, Kyo feels like he is like a specimen to this couple. Despite that he tries to keep his cool face and watches Iori pulling the curtains.

But for now, after Iori takes a bottle of medical alcohol and opens it, he soaks a ball of cotton in it and starts lecturing. “Before doing nipple or other private areas piercing, always make sure your client has privacy. Then, when it comes to nipples piercing, you have to ensure your client’s nipples are erect.”

After briefly taking a breath, he adds with a straight. “However, you always must ask for your client to stimulate them by themselves or for their consent to touch them. And you must have nipples stimulated for the higher precision when you pierce them. Did you get that?”

Moe only silently nods and observes her mentor.

Now, while holding the soaked cotton ball, Iori asks his partner. “Do you prefer doing it by yourself or helping you a bit?”

Seeing the slightly nervous redhead who does his best to keep his poker face entertains Kyo, but he decides to tease him a bit. “Do you wanna see me playing with my nipples, Yagami?~”

Surely, it’s enough to make Iori hold his breath and accidentally drop the cotton ball.

However, he manages to regain his straight face and without facing his disciple, he asks her. “Can you pass me another cotton ball?”

After she swiftly finishes the current task, the redhead nods and answers to Kyo. “Just make sure they are hard. No more than that.”

Without a word, Kyo starts stimulating his chest while fixating his flirtatious look on his partner.

Meanwhile, even through Iori’s reserved look, he can see clearly how he is fighting back his urges to jump on him.

If it wasn’t for having company with them, Kyo would put a greater show while forbidding Iori to touch him or himself. On the other hand, it cannot be helped, and he has to wait until they get to the bedroom where he can toy around with his goth boyfriend.

But for now, seeing Iori respiring and swallowing saliva are enough to amuse the Kusanagi heir.

After twisting his nipples for a few more seconds, Kyo asks him in a sweet voice. “Is this enough? Or do you want me to continue?”

Fortunately, it’s enough to remind Iori the time and place.

When he turns his head at Moe, he continues his lecture. “Since Kyo is prepared for the procedure, now, we can move to cleaning the piercing area to reduce the infection risk.”

Now, Iori gently taps Kyo’s chest with a damp cotton and starts cleaning in narrow spiral movement from his nipple to slightly outside the areola area.

Certainly, the icy wet feeling against the Kusanagi heir’s skin makes him close his eyes, but he manages holding back from making a small whimper.

After disposing the used cotton ball into kidney-shaped bowl, he extends his palm at the brunette. “Can you pass me a marker?”

After feeling a marker placed in his hand, Iori holds it and adds. “Now, depending on your client’s request, you can insert the piercing either horizontally, vertically or diagonally. But since Kyo agreed on horizontal one, today, I’ll show you how to insert this way.”

Despite Kyo giving him a smug feline look, Iori leans closer to him, making sure that the chosen side of the brunette’s chest is well seen.

As he lands a couple dots with a marker on opposite sides of the nipple tip, he mentions without removing his eyes from Kyo. “Always aim above the areola area but not too high from the tip. Now, let’s move to the piercing part.”

Lastly, Iori looks straight into his partner’s eyes, making his heart skip a beat.

Certainly, that determined look on Iori’s face alone also is enough for Kyo to feel the warmth on his cheeks.

Despite that, the redhead gives him a gentle warning. “It may sting a bit for a sec.”

When Kyo shivery respires and stares at Iori with visibly bewildered eyes, expecting something more to happen, the redhead turns his head at Moe and instructs her. “Prepare me clamps, a couple of needles: one large one and the smaller one. Then once I have pierced him, pass me a barbell piercing with a separated ball.”

Meanwhile, Iori’s disciple unwraps the right packages one after another and feeling like a nurse assisting in the surgery requiring a high precision.

Surely, for Yagami-san, that is an ordinary procedure and nothing new or surprising. But for her, it is still something out of her league. Even if she knows that sooner or later she would have to pierce clients and not just run errands or work with cash machine.

Now, Moe passes the required tools to her mentor and receives an approving nod from him.

After Iori opens wide the clamps, he aims it surround Kyo’s nipple and explains. “Before piercing your client, you must check that the clamps are gripping properly the nipple and you can see your marked piercing spots through the hole. Also, the right tension of clamps is important so that you won’t harm your client.”

When he shuts the clamps, the Kusanagi heir turns his head and closes eyes at the cold and squeezing sensation against his sensitive area.

He convinces himself that it should be the same as when Iori did with the navel piercing. But it still manages to get him even now.

Despite that, he doesn’t want to embarrass his partner in front of his student.

“Just a bit and it’ll be over, Kyo.” Iori reassures him as he brings the tip of the large needle against the marked spot.

A moment later, the redhead speaks to Moe. “Watch me carefully. This is how after you pierce the nipple with a larger needle, you need to insert the smaller needle through one end and the jewelry through another.”

Finally, Moe observes how her mentor quickly inserts the larger needle and immediately pushes the smaller one inside of it while placing the tip of the silver barbell piercing through other end.

Meanwhile, Kyo only softly whimpers and covers his mouth with his palm.

Of course, he trusts his partner, even so, he cannot bring himself to watch needles getting anywhere close to him.

For now, he only listens to Iori’s calm voice. “Now, all you need to do is pull out the smaller needle and with a gentle pressure to push the jewelry with the needle… See? It sits nice and easily. So, now, all is left is to screw the ball on the piercing and you are done.”

In the end, Kyo feels like he may be able to open his eyes.

After opening his unsure amber eyes, he looks down and notices a straight barbell piercing with a purple round gems on each side.

As Iori showcases his new masterpiece, he keeps his usual poker face and explains to his disciple. “Lastly, you need to explain your client how to do the proper aftercare. So, remind them that they should not remove the piercing for a couple of weeks and how they can wash both pierced spots with soapy water. After that time period is over, they can remove it and replace it with their preferred jewelry. Also, telling them that they must immediately head to any piercing salon if the piercing area is swelling or red because those are the rejection signs. And making sure that the client doesn’t wear any restricting clothes like bras or anything the jewelry can get stuck is also important.”

When he finishes today’s lecture, Iori places his hand on Kyo’s shoulder and addresses Moe while facing her. “For today, you are free to go and I’ll finish tidying up here. But now, don’t forget to thank our model, Kyo, for helping us.”

While the brunette holds her arm behind her back, she tells without containing her innocent excitement. “Thank you, Kyo-san! And I hope you’ll enjoy your new piercing. So, see you soon!”

Before taking her leave, she bids a farewell to her mentor. “Then I’m off, Yagami-san!”

While Kyo waves back at her, Iori watches the brunette leaving.

After being left alone, the redhead exhales and lowers his shoulders.

A brief moment later, he turns to his partner and corners Kyo while giving him a demanding look. “I’m not done with you yet. However, if you want, we can continue it tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” The Kusanagi heir cracks a nervous smile.

While Iori’s eyes are fixated at his partner’s chest, he grips the edges of the leather chair and explains. “Your chest. Your other side is missing a piercing… Unless you dislike the one I just gave it to you and you want to pull it out.”

“Iorin,” Kyo gently speaks to him and wraps his arms around his shoulders. “Come here, you big dork~”

After pulling him closer, the brunette looks at him with loving eyes and chuckles. “Why would I want it to be removed? You know, I don’t mind it if you gonna finish today. Besides, I forgot how to take care of fresh piercings. So, can you show me how to do it again?”

When Kyo presses his body against Iori, he kisses his cheek and closes his eyes. “Thank you for the best birthday present~”

Surely, if it wasn’t for them still being in the salon, Iori may already had stripped the Kusanagi heir off his clothes and finish him right here, right now.

But now, the redhead curves a satisfied smile replies in a deeper tone. “Then I hope you are prepared, Kyo. Once I’m done with the second piercing and we get home, of course, I’ll take care of it for you!”

As the excitement flame sparks in Kyo’s eyes, he responds. “Then let’s do it~”

In the end, the brunette sits back and impatiently waits for his partner giving him the second half of his promised gift, which may be even more enjoyable for Iori rather for the receiver.

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Don't Stand So Close (Chapter 2)

2025-08-28T20:29:11Z

Title: Don't Stand So Close (Chapter 2)
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Alba Meira/Kusanagi (King of Fighters)
Characters: Kusanagi (King of Fighters), Alba Meira, Soiree Meira

Summary:

Kusanagi was bored. So, she decided to stretch out and go for some hunting. For the better or worse, she’ll encounter one redhead, but maybe not exactly the one she expects...

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Meanwhile, one redhead is awakened by someone rolling on her side and pulling away the blanket. Looks like it’s gonna be a long night...

Even with her shut eyes, Alba can now feel someone crawling on top of her and adding weight on her chest.

However, she only takes a deep breath and exhales while patiently waiting to see how this not-so-light-weighted fellow is up to.

But now, Alba’s sleep demon removes the blanket from her and corners her.

Even when she feels how Kusanagi leans close to her and her shaky breathing against her, Alba allows her to do as she pleases and hopes that it’ll get her to leave her alone.

A few moments later, for better or worse, her theory was correct.

Now, the brunette withdraws her face from hers and removes her arms from her.

Unfortunately, something is very off, and the struggling above her, along with rustling clothes, is one of the signs.

Now, she opens her eyes and sighs. “What a trouble-maker...”

Without a second thought, Alba stretches her arm and turns on the night lamp while the rustling clothes are getting tossed on the ground.

Finally, the creature of the night that was disturbing her peaceful slumber is revealed, and it is making trilling noises at her.

“Oh, you’re awake? Well, that saves me the trouble.” The tanned brunette comments with no sense of shame and fixating eyes on her partner.

That’s right, at that moment, Kusanagi, in all her full naked glory, sits on Alba’s chest like a bored feline and rests her hands on her chest while her arms cover her bust and privates.

Although something else catches the redhead’s attention. That scar across Kusanagi’s chest, as if it were left by a ferocious beast’s claws, only makes the brunette even more of a stray.

Just as the brunette grasps her partner’s purple silk pajama shirt, she is stopped by Alba’s strict voice. “Kusanagi? What are you doing?”

Surely, from Kusanagi’s strangely drunk look on her face, Alba realizes her true intentions.

The brunette blissfully narrows her gaze and replies in a purring-like tone. “Isn’t it obvious? So, why don’t you just relax and leave it to me?~”

However, such an attitude makes Alba close her eyes and frown.

After opening them, she keeps a serious look on her face. “Stop. You are drunk. Put your clothes on and go to sleep.”

“How scary~” The brunette chuckles.

As her crimson eyes glow, she adds in a deeper tone. “You’re cute if you think that I’ll ever get drunk.”

After she climbs off her partner, Kusanagi turns her head to Alba and smirks. “Watch me.”

Meanwhile, Alba only half sits and observes the brunette approaching the desk, where a nearly full bottle of whiskey rests, like a huntress cat.

After roughly grabbing the bottle by its neck, Kusanagi returns to her side and taunts her. “What’s wrong? Ya think that I gonna get you drunk? Don’t make me laugh.”

When she sits close to the redhead, she opens the bottle. “As if I gonna share such a good thing with you~ Besides, that won’t be fair if you’ll be more sensitive and give up sooner.”

Lastly, before taking a sip, she adds. “Watch me.”

Of course, the redhead immediately holds onto a bottle and warns her. “I don’t know what you are trying to prove, but put it down.”

However, Kusanagi only rests her palm on Alba’s hand and strokes it without removing her sparkling eyes from her. “Let me show you something ‘cos it’s what makes me better than that good-for-nothing Kyoko.”

Thus, the tanned brunette greedily swallows gulp after gulp of the amber-colored liquid as it is nothing more than water.

After emptying half of the bottle in no time, Kusanagi wipes her mouth with her elbow and places it on the nightstand.

“Are you happy now?” The redhead raises her eyebrow while keeping a straight face.

Kusanagi only delightfully smiles and explains. “You know, by this amount alone, even that pathetic girl, whom That Woman with purple flame is obsessed can be weakened, but me? The worst thing it’ll do to me is nicely warming my belly. So, if you thought that you can get me drunk, that’s too bad~”

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” Alba asks her.

Instead of saying anything else, Kusanagi holds her wrists, pushes the redhead on the bed, and sits on top of her.

Even when the brunette is busy unbuttoning her shirt, Alba remains calm. “You are really into it, aren’t you?”

Kusanagi only cracks a smile, and with one sudden movement, exposes her partner’s chest. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just push me away?”

But at the moment, she bites her lip and purrs without removing her eyes from Alba’s well-sculptured, muscular body and rather large breasts.

Hell, the tanned brunette comments while the flames of impatience burn in her eyes. “Damn, you’re so fucking ripped~ I wonder if those are also pecs or just silicons.”

After closing her eyes and shakily respiring, she adds while panting. “This is gonna be soo much fun seeing someone like you making the lewdest face and beg~”

Despite Kusanagi behaving like nothing more than a cat in heat and being toyed with by her, Alba remains unfazed.

When the redhead holds her partner’s hips, she gently addresses her. “You won’t take no for an answer, right? Then let’s switch places first.”

“No way! I’m the one who’s gonna hold you. So, leave the rest to me and let me take care of you, you idiot.” Kusanagi immediately objects with an indignant look on her face.

In the end, seeing that it’s easier to argue with a brick wall than with her partner, Alba only turns her head and sighs. “Do as you please. But it would be better if you just listen to me.”

The brunette only holds Alba’s hands and removes them from her hips.

Now, she lies on her and rests her elbows on her partner’s chest while slowly blinking.

While observing Alba’s indifferent face, Kusanagi is tracing her partner’s chest with her finger. “C’mon, don’t be shy~ I just wanna give you the best service ever.”

For now, Kusanagi places her palms on Alba’s cheeks and brings her face close. “So, watch me ‘cos I’m gonna wipe that stone face of yours in seconds.”

Lastly, the brunette shakily closes her eyes and hesitates for a while.

Are you kidding me? Alba rolls her eyes at such timid behavior.

Despite the itch to pull this girl into a kiss and roll her on her back, she decides to give Kusanagi as much time as she needs.

Finally, the brunette slides her palm down to her partner’s throat and pulls her into an innocent kiss.

As she withdraws her face, Kusanagi explains with a thrilled look. “You know, I don’t usually do this, so consider yourself special.”

When she rests her palms on Alba’s chest, she pushes herself to sit up.

Even when she arches her back and kneads her partner’s breasts, she enjoys every second of it and comments without containing her excitement. “Whoa, so, those are a real thing~ But wish they were more softer.”

However, it seems the redhead keeps the same straight face, which slowly gets on Kusanagi’s nerves, making her lower her head and silently growl. “You…”

Lifting her head, the brunette mischievously smiles while delirious flame sparks in her eyes. “Then how about this?”

When Kusanagi closes her eyes and deeply breathes, she concentrates the body heat into her palms.

Meanwhile, Alba becomes alert at the rising heat on her chest, which even penetrates through her muscles and reaches her ribcage. At this point, it might be no different from getting stabbed by the heathen metal.

On the other hand, her partner’s reaction makes the tanned brunette grin like the Cheshire cat while sliding her hot palms down her waist. “You know, unlike that crybaby, I can use my flame to its full potential.”

Moving her hands upward, she casually explains. “Yeah, it can boil anyone from inside, but we’re not interested in that, are we? So, I gonna show you some other uses of it.”

When she starts massaging Alba’s breasts, she addresses her in an aroused voice. “It feels good, doesn’t it?~”

Seeing the redhead’s mildly grimacing face and containing her groaning certainly sends pleasant shivers down Kusanagi’s spine.

Hell, the brunette even closes her eyes and softly moans at this sensation while continuing to bully her partner like this.

Meanwhile, it doesn’t take long enough for Alba to get used to this burning sensation on her upper body.

Besides, it’s not the worst thing, but certainly something that she least imagined happening during sex, if you can call such a poor display that. So, at least for that, she can praise this girl for originality. Or so such a thought makes the redhead chuckle.

More so, if it helps Kusanagi to get off, then so be it. Or so Alba convinces herself while watching the brunette now giving attention to her abs and lewdly respiring.

Another detail that catches her attention is that the blanket is slowly damped by the dripping of Kusanagi’s love juice.

Lifting her eyes, Alba can also swear that she can see the tiny hearts in the brunette’s eyes.

Surely, these details alone make her sigh and hope that it will be over soon.

Speaking of which, the dimmed heat from Kusanagi’s palms and this girl sitting down while her chest bloats confuse Alba.

The redhead pushes herself using her elbows and half sits up. “What’s wrong? Did you get tired?”

While a lovely shade of pink dyes Kusanagi’s cheeks, she delightfully smiles and shamelessly confesses. “Seeing your pathetic face and hearing your sexy sighs turned me on, you know. However, it’s not enough. Not only when I make you moan like the little slut you are~”

Certainly, it’s the first time that one of her partners refers to her as that. More so, it makes even the reserved woman like Alba chuckle. “Isn’t that a bit too big a claim? Come. It’s my turn now.”

However, Kusanagi immediately argues while making a mildly annoyed face. “What turn? I told you that I’ll make you feel good. But since I’m so kind tonight, I’ll let you pick. So, which one is it – mouth or fingers?”

After thinking for a moment, the redhead gives her answer. “You’re sure a persistent fellow, Kusanagi. Then I’ll pick your mouth if that may keep you quiet.”

Leaving her partner’s side, Kusanagi walks to the edge of the bed while watching the redhead turn away.

After sitting on her knees, the tanned brunette rests her clenched palms on her lap while impatiently staring at Alba removing her pajama pants and underwear.

Although the redhead has to admit it, it’s entertaining to observe this adorable creature sitting on her knees like waiting for her master’s command with such big crimson eyes that try to scare her.

Perhaps if Kusanagi lasts long enough, she may let the brunette taste her own medicine and show her in the mirror how goddamn cute she looks when someone plays with her nipples or pussy. On the other hand, that might be too much for such a girl to handle.

However, the redhead’s thoughts are disrupted by someone sinking her fingers into the flesh of her thighs.

Looking down, Alba has a hard time containing her laughter at Kusanagi’s frustrated look.

“Oi, what kind of perverted stuff are you thinking about? Ya know, be glad that I didn’t bite you.” The brunette frowns at her.

Alba only exhales and starts stroking Kusanagi’s hair. “Sorry. But I was thinking what an adorable little creature I’ve picked tonight.”

“Don’t make fun of me, else I’ll roast to death, you stupid idiot.” The brunette murmurs and brushes her partner’s hand away.

Meanwhile, despite being unable to take Kusanagi seriously, Alba only watches her swallow the saliva and warns her. “You better don’t come yet ‘cos you are not going anywhere until I’m done with you. Even if you’re gonna pass out on me, I’ll use my flame to keep you awake.”

You don’t need to worry about that... The redhead thinks.

Lastly, Kusanagi opens her mouth and sticks out her wet tongue before putting it to a better use.

Even when the brunette is ferociously licking her pussy, Alba only indifferently observes her.

More so, the only thing that manages to get a slightly different reaction from the redhead is making her roll her eyes and think how silly Kusanagi looks by making these loud slurping noises while fixating her eyes on her.

What a messy eater... Alba wonders as Kusanagi’s tongue works around her clitoris.

But for now, while the brunette has switched the tactic and now passionately makes out with her privates, Alba’s mind wanders somewhere else already. Perhaps I should have turned the TV on...

Besides, even once this is over, she may still have a few or a couple of hours of sleep before preparing for tomorrow’s meeting. But it’s still surprising that a little, scared animal like this poor creature was something that she could have never predicted.

She is certain that tomorrow morning might be the last time she can see Kusanagi. However, she may still miss the brunette for a while. But it cannot be helped then… After all, she is not a teenager who could skip classes because of some girl who would forget about her.

But for now, Alba checks on Kusanagi and notices that now she makes lewd whimpering noises and digs her nails into the redhead’s flesh.

“Are you done yet?” Alba asks while Kusanagi is busy with her tongue exploring her insides.

Surely, it’s enough for the brunette to withdraw her wet face from her privates and look at her with such unsatisfied eyes.

“At least help yourself.” The redhead lowers her gaze at Kusanagi, rubbing her slippery legs closely, and sighs.

However, the brunette only gives a strangely sleepy look and chuckles. “Why? I’m good. Besides, judging from your pussy is crying, you will cum any moment now~”

Instead of arguing with this stubborn girl, Alba only bends and picks Kusanagi by her armpits and slowly lies on her back while wrapping her arms around the brunette.

Surely, such an unexpected move bewilders the brunette. “Th- THE FUCK YOU’RE DOING?! PUT ME DOWN!”

Finally, when Kusanagi rests her head against her partner’s breasts, she hears a strict command. “Turn around.”

Suddenly, the brunette’s heart skips a beat, and she can feel how mere words in such a tone managed to touch every single cell in her body. Surely, the least she expected was to be breathtaking by some stupid woman.

No matter how she wanted to object to it, Kusanagi sniffs and decides to follow the orders while mumbling not the kindest words.

As soon as the brunette’s face reaches her partner’s privates, she hears another command. “Lift your butt, okay?”

“Don’t tell me what to do, you idiot.” Kusanagi turns her head and argues without being aware of her blushing face.

A moment later, she does what she has been told to and lowers her gaze. “Are you happy now?”

Enjoying the delightful view in front of her, Alba smiles. “You can say so. But why don’t you continue where you left?”

“You stupid woman…” Kusanagi murmurs as she turns her head and spreads her partner’s legs.

Just as she is about to go pearl diving, the brunette makes a lewd cry.

Apparently, Alba instantly slipped her fingers into Kusanagi’s unsuspecting pussy, making her partner loudly meow.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi turn her head and whimper while making such an angered face. “You… The fuck are you doing?”

However, Alba only chuckles and continues moving her fingers. “Look. I put them in without any effort. But it’s impressive how you are this wet without even touching yourself.”

While shakily leaning on her elbows, Kusanagi lowers her head while shivering and moaning. “You… You stupid fucker~… Ahh~… Nyaah~ Fuck…”

It doesn’t help her either that while the redhead’s fingers are assaulting her, she hears these erotic wet noises each time her fingers move inside her, which only further humiliates her.

“You poor thing… You must be still hungry if you are drooling that much. However, I wouldn’t mind to have an early breakfast either.” The redhead teases her while pleasuring her partner.

That’s it! It is the final drop of the tanned brunette’s patience, and she takes it as a thrown challenge at her. Neither can she allow her pride to be beaten like this by some arrogant woman.

After gathering strength and throwing away her remaining dignity, Kusanagi declares at the top of her lungs. “TWO OF US CAN FUCKING DO THIS, YOU STUPID BITCH!”

Thus, she sinks her face into the redhead’s groin and, with such primal passion, starts eating her out like her life depends on it.

Meanwhile, Alba can barely keep her poker face when her partner is that determined. Although she secretly admires this side of the brunette.

“You sure are something else, Kusanagi. But it was already over before you even started.” The redhead says before closing her eyes and bringing her face close to her partner’s defenseless bottom.

While her mouth is busy working on Kusanagi’s pussy, her fingers play with her clitoris.

Now, Kusanagi digs her fingers into Alba’s thighs while the pleasant electricity is sent down her spine.

Despite drowning in pleasure and close to reaching her limits, her pride refuses to give up, not until she sends this woman to the seventh heaven.

Unfortunately, Kusanagi makes one last ecstatic moan before her body harshly collapses on the redhead.

Meanwhile, Alba is alerted by Kusanagi squirting with such force, and her nectar hits her face. Neither is she fast enough to block it with her palm, while even her shoulders and part of her hair have become sticky wet.

In the end, the redhead’s face and her chest are covered in a large amount of Kusanagi’s emissions to form a small puddle on her mound. In this case, she won’t be surprised that even the bedsheets may not be spared.

However, to her surprise, even while Kusanagi’s fingers twitch, the brunette manages to say while catching for breath. “Not yet… We’re… We’re not fucking done yet.”

The brunette shakily forces herself to get up, but utterly fails a few times in a row, making her punch the mattress. “No… FUCK!”

After carefully removing her partner from her body and resting her on the mattress, Alba leans closer to Kusanagi, lying on her stomach. “Hey, are you okay?”

Just as she is about to touch the tanned brunette’s shoulders, she immediately withdraws her palms.

“DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU FREAK!” Kusanagi howls without facing her partner.

Noticing the brunette sobbing and her shoulders trembling, Alba sits up and softens her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

However, instead of a clear answer, she only hears the brunette saying something gibberish and her wiping her face and nose with her elbow.

After a long, intense pause, Kusanagi manages to half lie with a hung head and wipes the salty tears. “I’m leaving.”

Having no clue what is causing the brunette’s outrage, the redhead tilts her head. “Did I do anything wrong?”

“Stop making fun of me! Haven’t you had enough already? You’re cruel...” Kusanagi replies in a gloomy tone.

After biting her lower lip as hard as she can, she hugs herself. “First, it was That Woman with the purple flame marked me, and then she refused to face me because she is obsessed with that good-for-nothing, lousy loser. And now? Now it’s you, you idiot… I fucking hate you.”

While Alba watches Kusanagi crawling into the corner of the bed and wrapping herself in a blanket, she keeps a calm exterior and asks. “Then what did I do to you?”

“Go away. I don’t wanna see you ever again.” The brunette growls from her cocoon.

Surely, when her partner refuses to talk to her, it manages to frustrate even someone like this redhead, but she understands that lashing out at this poor creature is not an option.

After taking a deep breath, she gets closer to this shut-in cocoon and sits next to her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t read your mind. So, you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why didn’t you push me away if you were that grossed out by me?” Kusanagi asks and sniffs before blowing her nose into the blanket.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it? Alba wonders. A moment later, she uses gentler talk. “I don’t understand you. Why do you think like that?”

“Even your body hated it, that it refused to react. You are worse than That Woman. Far worse that unlike her, I don’t wanna chase after you!” Kusanagi confesses and seemingly breaks into tears again.

Finally realizing the reason behind these tears, Alba hugs this trembling blanket mountain and presses what she assumes is Kusanagi’s head against her chest. “Please don’t cry. I’m not sure how to say this so that you would get it, but you did a good job and made me come.”

“You’re lying. You’re lying with a straight face.” The brunette instantly objects.

Surely, arguing about sex in the middle of the night wasn’t on her schedule, but it seems that she has to play along with this girl. Or so Alba realizes and facepalms.

Now, she closes her eyes and patiently explains. “No, you did, even if it’s not how I usually prefer doing it. So, stop beating yourself over it. Not sure if that could help you, but you’re the first girl whom I let carry on like this.”

After a long pause, Kusanagi sticks her head out from the blanket and averts her gaze. “If I find out that it’s a lie, I gonna boil you, but for real this time, got it?”

Releasing her from the hug, the redhead shrugs her shoulders. “Sure. Why not? If that makes you any happier.”

After exhaling, she adds. “But why don’t you take a shower or a bath while I’ll take care of this and get you some water?”

“You better not peek, got it?” Kusanagi removes the blanket and leaves the bed.

Thus, after picking up her pajamas and underwear, still naked, Kusanagi rushes to the bathroom, leaving the redhead alone.

After a couple of hours, Alba returns from the bathroom while wearing a silk bathrobe and pajamas.

But for now, after walking to the closet and hanging the bathrobe, she turns her head and notices Kusanagi peacefully slumbering with a nearly kicked-out blanket from her.

Surely, you look like a completely different person when you are asleep, Kusanagi. Maybe even more adorable than when you’re awake. The redhead wonders and lowers her shoulders.

Soon enough, she climbs onto the bed and carefully crawls toward the brunette.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi’s sudden body twitching makes the redhead withdraw from her.

Fortunately, Kusanagi’s strong reaction like this doesn’t last long, and now, while her eyelids are twitching, she makes chattering noises and grips the bedsheet.

The redhead only sighs and leans closer to her. “You poor thing, what are you fighting this time?”

While Kusanagi starts groaning, Alba gives in to the temptation to stroke her hair.

It seems that slowly but steadily, it calms the brunette, who just murmurs something before licking her lips, and her face finally relaxes.

Are you sure you are not a cat? The redhead sighs and covers her partner and herself under the blanket.

In the end, Alba closes her eyes and gently whispers. “Good night and rest well, Kusanagi.”

Some time has passed, and one tanned brunette finally starts waking up.

After sitting up, she stretches her arms and widely yawns like a cat.

When she opens her eyes, she realizes that it wasn’t a dream, and she is not in the storage with her girls.

After looking around, she lowers her head and rubs her nape. So, I did sleep with that cold and senseless woman, huh? Who could have known that she would ditch me and leave me to pay her bill?

The brunette shakes her head and cracks a fake smile. “You are cruel.”

But for now, she turns her head and notices something large left on the desk.

“The hell?” Kusanagi raises her eyebrow and murmurs.

When she lazily leaves the bed and approaches the desk, she notices a red travel bag with black corners. More so, there’s a note on top of it.

Of course, without hesitation, she inspects it while being genuinely surprised at the first lines.

Good morning, Kusanagi.

How are you feeling? Hopefully, you haven’t forgotten to drink something and have breakfast before you go. And sorry that I couldn’t stay with you a bit longer, but work is work. So, I hope you will understand.

“HUH? The hell is that? Y-you stupid…” The brunette briefly averts her gaze, but she continues reading it.

Anyway, I’ve packed you some clothes along with other items that would be useful for you. So please do not steal anything from my hotel room. And rest assured, I’ve paid for your stay and breakfast. So, you don’t owe me anything, neither for today nor yesterday, and you are free to leave when you feel ready. Take care, and do not hesitate to contact me if you struggle with finding the shelter or need any help.

Love XOXOXO

Alba, +81 XX XXXX XXXX

The more she reads this letter, the pinker her cheeks turn despite her silent growling. “Wh-who do you think you are? I definitely won’t let you get away with that!”

Lastly, she grasps the letter in her hands and lowers her head at the final words.

P.S. You should now have enough money to find somewhere to stay and whatever you need. And please do not spend it on booze or do anything reckless.

After finishing reading the letter, Kusanagi clenches her fist and whines. “You stupid, silly idiot!”

“As if it gonna make me like you! Urgh… You better hope that we won’t meet again.” The brunette complains and opens the bag.

It seems the redhead wasn’t lying, after all. More so, along with clothes and shoes, seeing shampoo, shower gel bottles, towels, unpacked toothbrushes and toothpastes, there’s enough money to not only take all of her girls to the public baths a few days in a row but also not needing to break into the stores for at least a couple of days too. Hell, there’s even a first-aid kit.

But for now, Kusanagi places the letter into the bag and zips it before heading to the shower.

However, the very little that she knows is that she may meet this woman again, no matter how hard she tries to avoid her.

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Don't Stand So Close (Chapter 1)

2025-08-28T20:24:49Z

Title: Don't Stand So Close (Chapter 1)
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F

Fandom: King of Fighters

Relationships: Alba Meira/Kusanagi (King of Fighters)
Characters: Kusanagi (King of Fighters), Alba Meira, Soiree Meira

Summary:

Kusanagi was bored. So, she decided to stretch out and go for some hunting. For the better or worse, she’ll encounter one redhead, but maybe not exactly the one she expects...

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Somewhere, outside the back side of the large storage complex. It is the middle of the night, and for some, it is a perfect time to come out from their lair and hunt.

One tanned brunette, wearing a black zipped baggy hoodie, tracksuit pants with three stripes and torn holes and sneakers that have seen better days, is holding onto the metal-wired fence and pressing her body against it, like an intimidating, large feline.

While in practice, she looks nothing more than a raccoon holding onto a fence with her fingerless gloves and analyzing her new territory from a safe distance.

But for now, she studies how the security guards are patrolling the area and complains. “Come on. Just leave already. Sooner or later, you’ll get bored.”

Unfortunately for her, when she assumes that the guards will use what she thinks is the door for the staff, two men seem to light the cigarettes and blow gray smoke, submerging into the chilly night sky.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi growl and grind her teeth while grabbing the poor fence. “You sure have a lot of nerve.”

When she smirks wide like a Cheshire cat, she narrows her glowing crimson eyes. “However, whatever you are protecting must be really important~”

Thus, after a brief chuckle, Kusanagi adds in a nearly singing voice. “Girls, your Big Sis will bring you the biggest feast you ever seen~ Just wait and see how your Big Sis will take down another rich ugly bastard.”

Lastly, the brunette puts on the hood and starts sneaking around the enemy’s territory while bracing herself for the brutal battle against who knows how many men in suits armed to the teeth. On the other hand, just the thought of boiling her opponents alive or burning them to crispy ashes sends a pleasant electricity running like countless ants all over her palms, and excites the tanned brunette.

Besides, it might also be a nice training before challenging her one and only – the Red Demon with the corrupted flame.

I’ll show you that I’m a far superior and worthy opponent than that good-for-nothing crybaby. Kusanagi closes her eyes and exhales like a high-schooler having a big crush.

However, the very little that she knows is that her wish will be granted and she’ll encounter one redhead. Although it may not be exactly who she expects.

After going through the whole circle as quietly as a stealthy huntress, Kusanagi is back at the starting point.

“It seems the coast is clear~ Good.” The tanned brunette rubs her palms before gripping the wired fence and starting to climb up.

Surely, it’s not as easy as she expected, but at least it’s not one of the spiky ones or electrified.

When she manages to reach the top of the fence, she throws her legs to the other side and jumps down.

After landing on her fours, Kusanagi lifts her bottom and gets up like a graceful feline, glancing around her surroundings with her cunning red eyes.

But for now, she throws the hood over her head before sneaking to the enormous storage.

While moving as silently as the night, the brunette wonders why this place has become such a ghost town.

Perhaps the guards or the owner of this place already know about her presence, but they decide to let her wander like a mouse in a twisted game.

Either way, there’s no reason to stay here more than needed. Or so Kusanagi convinces herself as she approaches the sealed, lowered gate.

Unfortunately for her, in the middle of her way, she is stopped by the stern man’s voice from behind her. “Stop right here! And raise your hands!”

As Kusanagi cracks a mocking smile, she sees more men coming her way and pointing their guns at her.

Even when the tip of the pistol is pressed against her back, the tanned brunette chuckles, and her crimson eyes flare like hell flame.

Despite that, she remains calm and does what she is ordered. “Aww, and just when I gonna look around and exit. Aren’t you ashamed of ganging up on a poor, defenseless woman? However…”

Smirking at these men in uniform, who keep a calm exterior and are ready to put their guns to use, Kusanagi murmurs. “I will play with you for a bit~”

Thus, after lowering her arms, she ignites her fists and aims at one of the guards from behind.

After hitting the same man who was pointing his gun at her, she stands there and watches as everyone is shocked by their comrade rolling on the ground and screaming while burning.

But for now, she uses such a distraction to her advantage and dashes at the storage gate like a blazing meteor.

“OUT OF MY WAY!” Kusanagi shouts at the guards blocking the door and shooting at her.

At that moment, one can swear that the bullets are useless against the she-devil whose flame devours them.

In the end, the men protecting the door fled to the sides, dodging the bolide that bends the heavy steel door with a deafening bang.

As the bright orange flame ascends and fades, Kusanagi instantly arches her back and fixes her posture.

When she turns her head, her deadly gaze alone is enough to make these armed men scream in terror and crawl backward.

“What’s wrong? Where is your big attitude now?” The tanned brunette taunts in a deeper tone while keeping her hands in her pockets.

The bullet that flies a few millimeters from her cheek makes Kusanagi widen her eyes and take her breath away.

However, just before she manages to do anything else, she is alerted by being grabbed from behind and handcuffed. “What the -?”

In the end, the buzzing noise and a sharp electricity against the nape make Kusanagi groan and mutter. “You fucker…”

Of course, despite her fading vision, she can still hear a rising ruckus somewhere in the distance. However, that is the least of her concerns at the moment.

Thus, as her consciousness fades away, her body collapses like a rag doll with cut strings.

An unknown amount of time has passed. Eventually, Kusanagi’s aching head and nape return her to this world.

Now, she realizes that she is sitting on something similar to a couch or armchair.

Just what the fuck happened to me? Whoever these bastards are will pay for it. The dark-haired woman turns her head, and her chest bloats.

For now, she tightly shuts her eyes and slowly opens them while groaning. “The hell?…”

It seems the very first thing she is greeted with is a concerned voice. “Hey, Sister! Kyoko is waking up!”

It’s too bright; even a warm lamplight above her makes her squint her eyes and lift her elbow to shield her face like a doll pulled by the strings.

Where the hell am I? Did you fuckers throw me into jail? Kusanagi stares at the cream color ceiling and walls through her spread fingers and narrows her gaze.

When she turns her head, she notices a couple of women standing not that far from the exit door.

One of them is a woman in her mid-twenties with long red hair and a white lock that is held by expensive hair gel, which these businessmen used to look flawless. Even though whatever look she hides behind the sunglasses, Kusanagi is certain that deep inside this woman is as shady as a slick viper. There’s no mistake. She knows it.

Aside from that, the redhead wears an open down to the waist black leather coat that reveals the unbuttoned red shirt and a black turtleneck. Even her black and gray striped pants with widening shanks and a fancy leather belt make Kusanagi realize that this time she may have messed with the wrong person.

Another person next to this redhead is a girl with medium-length silver hair, who wears a white shirt with an open black vest and a pair of blue jeans.

Even if she doesn’t look as intimidating as the other lady and rather seems to be as tame and naïve as a dog, Kusanagi refuses to lower her guard toward her.

More so, the tanned brunette can swear that maybe the previously heard voice belonged to her. However, it doesn’t matter now who they are to each other.

All Kusanagi knows is that she cannot just roast them in the same spot. After all, what if one of them, by raising their hand, may summon dozens of minions to take her down and possibly track down where the clones reside?

However, her further pondering is interrupted by the red-haired woman. “Kyoko? You’re awake. Just what in the world happened to you?”

The tanned brunette tilts her head and gives not the smartest expression. “Huh? Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?”

Behind the dark shade of her sunglasses, the redhead narrows her gaze. Nevertheless, she keeps a calm posture.

Meanwhile, the silver-haired girl turns toward the woman in sunglasses and indignantly addresses her. “She is definitely not Kyoko but some crazy pyromaniac! That thief was not only violent to the staff but also damaged the storage. Shouldn’t we call the police, Sister?”

Surely, such an attitude annoys the dark-haired girl, and she throws her spread arms on the couch. “Who do you call a thief, you whiny, stupid brat? Ya know, you’re already hoarding money like a dragon. Besides, sharing is caring~”

“You…” The silver-haired girl growls at her.

Just as she is about to take a step forward, she feels a palm resting on her shoulder, and she turns her head.

“Soiree, calm down. It’s not worth it.” The redhead reassures her little sister.

After exhaling and removing her palm, she adds. “Besides, no one is harmed, and tomorrow, we can call the workers to fix the gate. This girl is worth of police’s attention.”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only sticks her tongue and shows the middle finger to Soiree. How about that, you stupid sassy baby?~

Seeing how Soiree is doing her best to hold back from jumping on this homeless girl, the redhead warns Kusanagi. “It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t act recklessly either. So, I suggest you be more careful next time.”

Instead of taking her advice, the tanned brunette only covers her mouth with her fist and snorts.

A moment later, she suggestively fixes her hair and adds in a playful tone. “Hey, onee-chan, you sure are generous to a complete stranger. But you are not gonna let me go just with a slap on the wrists, right? So, what do you want me to do for you, onee-chan?~”

Unfortunately, her sweet acting doesn’t affect the red-haired woman, who fires back while keeping a poker face. “How about working hard? But for tonight, you are coming with me.”

Suddenly, Soiree objects to such a decision while making big eyes. “But, Sister! She may try to rob you... Or even worse. Wouldn’t it be better if we could take her to the shelter?”

In the end, her big sister gives her a comforting smile. “I’ll be fine. And you should also go home and rest. Today was a long day for everyone, wasn’t it?”

After briefly looking away, the silver-haired girl nods. “Alright. But please be careful, Sister.”

Thus, looking at Kusanagi’s side, the redhead prompts her as well. “Let’s go. Tonight, you don’t need to worry about where to sleep.”

At first, the brunette hesitates, but she understands that she is not exactly in a position to object and follows this woman’s orders.

It cannot be helped… But I won’t hesitate to snap your neck if you try to drug me or try some weird shit on me.

After several minutes, Kusanagi is escorted outside by the redhead, who doesn’t seem to leave her side. On the other hand, she was confused how this woman hadn’t made a move on her, nor had she laid her hands on her.

But for now, the brunette’s attention is caught by the shiny crimson Mazda SAVANNA RX-7 waiting for them.

Certainly, even with zero knowledge about cars, Kusanagi is impressed by such a sports car that it takes her breath away. Are you trying to intimidate me with this bad boy now, you stupid, arrogant woman?

Thus, with a button click, the steel beast opens its glowing eyes like an awakened dragon from a deep slumber.

However, her further thoughts are yet again interrupted. “What is it? Come on and take a seat.”

“You don’t have to tell me what to do.” Kusanagi murmurs without facing the redhead, keeps her hands in her pants pockets, and heads toward the passenger door.

After she sits inside and closes the door, the brunette turns her head away and stares through the window.

Meanwhile, the redhead seems to be entertained by her partner’s behavior, but upon revving the engine, she suggests to Kusanagi. “Don’t forget to put the seatbelt on, okay?”

On their way, the brunette only stares at the passing streetlights and signs. Now, she asks this mysterious woman in a grumpy tone. “Why are you doing this?”

The redhead only cracks a smile, and as the white light reflects on her sunglasses, she replies. “Why? Do I need a reason to help someone who may need it?”

Surely, Kusanagi only frowns and makes a sour face.

Now, she sits back and glances at her driver. “Who the hell are you? Don’t get me wrong, I know we won’t meet again, but I just wanna know how to call you. At least for now.”

How cute... The redhead smiles, seeing the tanned brunette as nothing more than a stray cat.

After taking a breath, she introduces herself. “It’s Alba Meira, but you can simply call me Alba. And you?”

“Does it really matter to you? I can bet that the next day you gonna spoil another girl, anyway.” The brunette complains.

When Alba sighs and lowers her shoulders, she patiently replies. “Please don’t be like this. I wouldn’t throw a poor girl into cold streets. In any case, you have a name, haven’t you?”

As Kusanagi looks through the window and sees that they are reaching a rather enormous and highest quality hotel, she confesses. “… It’s Kusanagi. But don’t mistake me for that good-for-nothing lousy woman ‘cos I am my own original and waaay better than she ever be, remember that!”

In the end, as they drive to the parking lot, Alba repeats her name like a newly learnt spell while containing her excitement.

You are quite an interesting girl, Kusanagi, aren’t you?

Soon enough, they arrive at the right hotel room.

However, even at first, entering the hotel felt like being in a place where someone like Kusanagi didn’t belong.

After all, even the polite and well-trained staff stared at the brunette like she was street filth brought into such a luxurious and glamorous domain.

On the other hand, neither did she expect Alba to order the staff to treat the brunette as an actual human being instead of glaring at her like trash.

Even Kusanagi was certain that the redhead didn’t need to go that far for someone whom she would dispose of without a second thought, but she remained quiet the whole time.

However, the brunette wasn’t as in awe as entering the glass elevator and watching how the city looked from above.

But for now, after Alba unlocks the room, they get inside.

Thus, Kusanagi’s eyes spark with excitement at seeing such a spacious yet cozy room.

Apparently, the walls and ceiling are painted a pale yellow, and one wall features large windows draped with tall oak-brown curtains.

Then, on one of Kusanagi’s sides, there is a wooden desk against the wall on which rest a closed laptop and a desk lamp, and not far from it hangs a small painting. Of course, there is a fancy chair with soft cushions for one to sit down.

Next to the desk, there is a wide, fine oak closet that reaches another wall, with mirror doors. Not that far from the closet, there is a night drawer on which rests a lamp.

And, of course, then there is what Kusanagi considers as the star of the entire room – the queen-sized bed that has a couple of fluffy pillows lying on each side, along with the silk bedsheet.

However, the brunette is confused as to why the mattresses are split in half. After all, what’s the point of splitting the bed in half if only a single person would use it? Or in her case, sharing it for work purposes.

Aside from that, behind the bed, a large, nearly wall-sized painting of the blooming white cherry blossoms in the warm sunset background.

Then there is a divan in front of the bed, which Kusanagi assumes is used as a sit to watch the enormous flat-screen TV that is on top of the drawer.

And of course on this wooden floor, there is a large coffee-colored fluffy carpet.

But for now, Alba, seeing her partner easily thrilled by such a simple thing as a bedroom, prompts her to come in and locks the door behind them.

After nervously swallowing saliva, Kusanagi lowers her head and grips her tracksuit jacket. Shit… That stupid woman better be grateful, else I won’t forgive you.

Thus, with one sudden move, she unzips her jacket, revealing that she wears nothing but a white medical bandage wrapped around her breasts and fingerless gloves up to her elbows with a familiar sun crest on them.

Surely, sensing the brunette’s sudden mood change and her rushing to remove her tracksuit makes the redhead raise her eyebrow. “Kusanagi, are you okay?”

When Kusanagi throws her arms over Alba's shoulders, she stares at her with hungry yet scared eyes, and makes purring-like noises. “Let’s get down to business already. Besides, isn’t that what you want?”

It doesn’t help the redhead that even she can feel how her partner is trembling like a leaf.

After closing her eyes and tightening her lips, Alba carefully grabs her partner’s wrists and exhales.

When she removes Kusanagi’s arms from her, she tries to remain as patient as possible. “Please stop it. I’m not interested in a girl who forces herself on me. Neither do I want to take advantage of you.”

Surely these words frustrate the brunette, and she holds her arm. “Then am I not good enough for your rich taste?… Or could it be – you’re not swinging that way?”

You silly girl... The redhead clenches her fists. Although she doesn’t hold any anger toward this poor creature, she does toward her attitude. That’s another issue for another time.

However, Kusanagi’s growling stomach makes her relax her palms and exhale.

Now, she rests them on the brunette’s shoulders and explains. “It’s not that. I’m not sure what you went through, but I don’t want to see you selling your body or doing anything that you clearly hate. Please go clean yourself while I’ll order you something to eat. So, what would you like?”

After averting her gaze for a few moments, Kusanagi replies in a still doubting tone. “Then if it is on you, I wanna the largest beefsteak, and a bottle of whiskey.”

In the end, Alba nods. “Alright then. But wait a second, and I’ll give you something else to wear, and if you want, you may keep those clothes. So, give me a second.”

Even if Kusanagi is uncertain what she should expect from this unpredictable woman, she tilts her head and observes her like a curious feline.

After Alba wraps a fluffy small blanket around her shoulders and hands the brunette a neatly folded pile of clothes, Kusanagi gives her a questioning look while the heat rushes to her cheeks. “That won’t make me like you more, you stupid woman. But since you are so generous, I’ll take it.”

And thus, the tanned brunette immediately turns her back and lifts her head before going to the bathroom.

As the bathroom door shuts, Alba covers her mouth while containing a chuckle. “Looks like I caught a stray cat.”

Meanwhile, when Kusanagi locks the bathroom and takes a better look at her new surroundings, she impulsively let out a “whoa” noise.

After all, she has never seen such a sparkling, clean, and large bathroom in her entire life.

Additionally, a mini chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the walls and floor are crafted from white marble.

On one side, there’s a large square bath that can fit at least a couple of people, and at the end of it, a white towel hangs on a golden hanger.

In the corner, there is a shower room with walls made from glass and have golden corners.

Then, at the end of the bathroom, there are a couple of marble shelves on which are placed rolled towels, house scents, bath salts, soaps, and shampoos.

In front of the shower room, there’s the toilet, and close to it, a bronze trash can.

Then, against the bathtub, there are a couple of separated sinks by the white, expensive drawers with fancy-looking handles. Even the top surface of these drawers is made from pale marble on which are placed liquid soap dispensers close to each sink, decorative candles, and, in glass vases, the bouquets of white lilies. However, there seems to be only a single cup with a toothbrush in it.

Above the sinks and drawers, mirrors are lined across the wall.

Lastly, a white, long, fluffy bathroom carpet lies close to the sinks.

But for now, Kusanagi straightens her back and takes a step deeper into this room.

After glancing to the sides, she rests the pile of clothes on top of the drawer, and while staring at the mirror, she slowly removes the blanket from her shoulders.

“Just what does this woman want from me? Like, no one is that kind for nothing.” The tanned brunette murmurs while making a gloomy face.

After leaving the blanket on another drawer, she starts opening one drawer after another, seeking anything sharp.

Unfortunately, her search ends in vain, making her deeply sigh and lower her shoulders.

“It cannot be helped then…” Kusanagi adds as she starts pulling the medical bandage and looking for where the end of it is tucked.

However, the knock on the door startles her and she loses the end of the white bandage.

“Is everything okay, Kusanagi? Or do you need any help?” The familiar voice addresses her behind the door.

As the brunette sits on the drawer and rests her hands on it, she tries to sound as unbothered as possible. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been too quiet for a while.” The redhead explains.

Surely, it makes Kusanagi crack a smile and makes such a smug look. “Have you been pressing your ear and listening to me?~ Is the food already here or not?”

After a moment of silence, the voice behind the door responds in a usual calm tone. “Don’t rush yourself.”

As the brunette starts unwrapping the medical bandage layer after layer, she yowls. “So that you could eat all the food? No way I’m letting you, you idiot! Just you wait and I'm coming for you.”

Lastly, Kusanagi can swear that she could hear a faint chuckle and her partner responding before leaving her alone. “Sure thing.”

After some time, Kusanagi leaves the bathroom wearing a cozy sweater with black and gray stripes, while the rest of it is brown and a raccoon's head on the front, black shorts above the knees, and fluffy slippers.

And, of course, the very thing she notices is Alba sitting on the divan and not removing her eyes from her like watching a rare specimen.

Surely, it irritates the brunette, and she mildly frowns. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted me to wear?”

Although Alba is not affected by her partner’s grumpy cat-like attitude and compliments her. “Nothing. But it really looks good on you.”

While the television plays as nothing more than background noise, she adds. “Anyway, your steak is here. But be careful with alcohol.”

When the tanned brunette turns her head, she notices on the desk the plate covered by silver lid and, along with the cutlery wrapped in red folded tissues, a bottle of amber-colored liquid, and a couple of glasses stand close.

Glancing at the redhead, Kusanagi raises her eyebrow. “How about you? Why aren’t you having anything?”

However, her partner politely declines. “I’m good. So, go ahead and don’t mind me, okay?”

Meanwhile, Kusanagi only shrugs her shoulders and approaches the desk. “More for me, then, I guess.”

As the brunette sits on the chair and pushes herself closer to the desk, Alba gets up and heads to the closet.

When she opens the closet door, she calmly speaks up. “Enjoy your meal and good night, if we won’t see each other.”

Just as Kusanagi stuffs a huge chunk of meat and chews on it, she asks. “You’re leaving somewhere?”

While picking a fitting size pajama for her guest, Alba explains. “Do not speak while your mouth is full. You may choke. And no, I’m just going to shower. So, once you’re done, you can just brush your teeth and go to sleep.”

For an unknown reason to her, Kusanagi lowers her gaze and replies in a low-key tone. “Oh…”

After pouring the whiskey into her glass, the brunette chugs it as if nothing and sees her partner closing the closet door and smiling at her.

“What’s now?” The tanned girl asks with her mouth painted with the steak sauce.

As she places the neatly folded clothes on the bed, she keeps her poker face. “Nothing. Just don’t forget to wipe your mouth and wash your hands later.”

When Kusanagi cuts another slice of the juicy meat, she mumbles. “Whatever.”

Lastly, Alba takes one more look at her guest feasting on the steak as if she hadn’t had anything for days, and goes to the bathroom.

A couple of hours has passed. Finally, it seems that Alba is asleep, or at least Kusanagi is convinced.

On the other hand, what if it is the redhead’s open invitation for her to make a move? Or so the tanned brunette wonders while studying her slumbering partner.

After Kusanagi removes the blanket from her, she carefully crawls on top of Alba while wearing a light red and white checkered short-sleeved pajama shirt and matching shorts.

Despite her heart violently beating in her chest, she sits on top of Alba and corners her.

Thus, while keeping a blushing yet determined look on her face, Kusanagi leans closer to her without realizing what kind of trouble she may getting herself into.

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Curiosity that Nearly Finished a Cat

2025-01-05T13:44:22Z

Title: Curiosity that Nearly Finished a Cat
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: King of Fighters
Relationships: Yagami Iori/Kusanagi Kyou
Characters: Iori Yagami, Kyo Kusanagi
Summary:
Kyoko is bored, and she decides to snoop around Yagami's bedroom. So, will her feline-like curiosity lead her to great trouble, and will she be able to satisfy it?
Read and find out~

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It is just an ordinary day in Yagami’s apartment, and tonight, one brunette is hanging out in her place, according to her, just because she has no other plans.

Yagami should be happy that I’ll keep a company for her. Kyoko thinks to herself.

Besides, she had already claimed this place for tonight by bringing and putting on her pajama shorts and t-shirt, knowing that Yagami wouldn’t drive her away now.

But for now, Kyoko becomes bored by waiting for Ioriko to take her time in the shower.

After stretching and yawning like a cat, the brunette looks around her partner’s bedroom.

Unfortunately, her search ends in naught, and she crashes on the bed.

As she rests her head on her hands, she widens her eyes upon feeling something under the pillow.

As Kyoko rolls her eyes and sighs, she rolls on her stomach and gets up.

After lifting the pillow, she raises her eyebrow at a small and long black-tied bag. “What the hell is that?”

Even unwrapping it and pulling the red silicone massager with the attached blooming rosebud out of the silky bag leaves her with more questions than answers.

When Kyoko sits on her knees, she covers her mouth with her big amber eyes while studying this unusual object. “Yagami, you are a weird woman... Of all things, why there is a rose under your pillow? And why does it have buttons?”

Clicking the plus and minus buttons doesn’t seem to activate this device, nor does the supposed turn-on button. She lets out a silent, frustrated groan.

After shaking it and hoping it may do anything, Kyoko facepalms and sighs. “It’s even broken. I swear… You sure have weird hobbies, Yagami.”

When she rhythmically taps the button in the middle with her thumb, she puffs her cheeks and slightly frowns. “Fiiine. I’ll give it another try. If that doesn’t work, then dunno what else to say…”

Accidentally pressing the button for a few seconds gives some results.

So, the briefly flickering white light under the red silicone layer makes her tilt her head. “Hm? So, it does something.”

While holding her chin, she tries her luck by clicking on the top button.

Suddenly, the loud vibrations make the Kusanagi heir squeal and drop the massager. “Eek!”

A moment later, she crawls back and hugs the pillow while she stares at this buzzing thing.

“Wh- What is this thing?! Why it is alive?” Kyoko tightens her embrace while feeling weak vibrations from the distance.

That crazy woman wants to finish me! The brunette thinks while left alone and under this horrifying thing’s mercy.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom. Just as one redhead turns off the shower, she hears her partner calling for her name.

“YAGAMI, WHAT A HELL? HOW TO PUT THIS THING DOWN?” The brunette’s scared like a cat’s voice reaching her ears despite such a distance.

Yagami facepalms and exhales. “Just… What are you up to now, you fool?”

After grabbing the nearest towel, she complains while drying her hair. “You’re truly a trouble-maker.”

Soon, she puts on a bathrobe and leaves the shower room.

A few minutes later, Ioriko enters the bedroom without expecting much. “What’s with that noise, Kyoko?”

Yet her eyes trace from the buzzing massager to her partner hugging the pillow quietly, whimpering, which makes the redhead close her eyes and tighten her lips.

“Oi, don’t just stand here and make it stop!” The brunette indignantly demands her.

Fixing her hair, Ioriko opens her eyes and patiently addresses her. “How did you even-? Well, whatever. It’s not important at the moment.”

When she approaches the bed and climbs on it, she takes the oh-so-terrifying device into her hand and indifferently stares at it.

With a simple press of the button with her thumb, she turns it off and turns her head to Kyoko. “Here. And so much panic over nothing.”

After she gets close to the brunette, she narrows her gaze. “You were not supposed to see it. How did you get it?”

The Kusanagi heir briefly lowers her eyes. When she faces her, she lowers her shoulders and puts the pillow away.

“I’ve found it under there.” She confesses while pointing with her gaze at the soft pillow.

While she sits on her folded knees, she rests her hands on the bedsheet with an impatient look. “As if you planned to use it against me. Hey, if you wanna take me down, you better do it without relying on some cheap tricks, Yagami.”

Upon making a smug feline face, Kyoko teasingly adds. “What’s wrong? Unless you already know that you can’t defeat me fair and square~”

Instead of giving in to her provocation, Ioriko raises her eyebrow. “Do you even know what is this?”

The brunette quickly blinks a few times and is briefly confused.

Nevertheless, she comes up with her answer. “Some sort of self-defense device like a taser. But then it might be useless in the real combat, unless you already took anyone down.”

Kyoko’s honest reaction and such an innocent reply make the redhead facepalm with the same hand that holds the massager and groans.

Seeing her annoyed partner makes her tilt her head. “Hey, did I say something wrong?”

“You are an idiot… Do you even know what massagers are and what they are for?” Ioriko patiently explains.

Suddenly, the realization hits Kyoko, and she stares at her with her big eyes. “Oh.”

She only rubs her nape and turns her head. “Then if you wanted to give me a back massage… Sure, I don’t mind. So, you just needed to tell me earlier.”

After she lies on her stomach and rests her head, she looks at the redhead while her cheeks are dyed in a lovely tone of pink. “What is it? Or would it be better if I lifted my t-shirt?”

You are really that naïve… Ioriko covers her mouth and lowers her gaze.

When she coughs, she closes her eyes while keeping her cool. “I guess it can be done from this angle, too.”

Ioriko gently placing her hands on her hips makes Kyoko trill.

Yagami asks in a deeper voice. “Can you lift your bottom?”

Of course, Kyoko doesn’t question her and does what her partner says.

“I’ll return in a second. So, in the meantime, could spread your legs a bit?” The redhead adds.

Despite being worried, Kyoko entrusts herself to Yagami. After all, maybe that device requires different massage techniques. Who knows? Besides, what could go wrong?

Soon enough, Ioriko returns with a small tube of lube and pours it into the rose massager until it fills the bloomed bud like a morning dew.

But for now, Yagami asks one more last question. “You sure you’ll be fine with it? Because I don’t want to see you freaking out.”

Lastly, the brunette slightly frowns and whines. “If you gonna do it, just do it! You don’t need to ask for permission for such a simple thing like that.”

When Ioriko lifts her t-shirt to expose her spine and bust, Kyoko’s cheeks turn red as she closes her eyes and sighs.

When the redhead brushes her breast with her fingertips, it makes her shivery respire. “Wha-, what are you doing, you pervert? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on another area?”

Instead of arguing, Ioriko continues teasing her and nibbles her shoulder.

Surely, it makes the brunette whimper.

While the redhead twists her nipple, she adds in a suggestive tone. “Am I? Aren’t you the one who wanted it? I wonder if you will prefer it over my hand.”

After replacing her palm with the unusual sensation of the cold and wet head of massager against a sensitive spot, the brunette softly moans.

Before turning the device on, Ioriko leans closer to her ear and says in a deeper tone. “Let’s see how you will like this, Kyoko~”

As the powerful and rapid vibrations assault her, Kyoko bites into her hand and closes her eyes while doing her best to suppress the noises.

“I figured out it might be too much for you yet. So.” The redhead adds and presses twice the plus button.

Although the vibrations get slower with each click, and the device doesn’t buzz loudly, it doesn’t make it easier for the poor brunette.

If anything, each silky rose petal brushing against her hard nipple is like many little tongues surrounding it and constantly working it.

Is this how it feels to be kissed by the rose? Kyoko wonders while she blissfully narrows her gaze and cannot keep down the soft moaning while the Ioriko moves the massager like a painting brush in her hands.

Ioriko’s palm on her thigh slid to the inner side and closer to her tingling privates.

Surely, her rubbed fingers reach her even through the layers of her clothing.

“Ya… Yagami~” The brunette calls her name sweetly while unable to focus her mind on her other breast receives the attention.

“Enough. Just… Just do it already!~” Kyoko whines while feeling the heat in her lower regions, along with slowly soaking her underwear.

Meanwhile, Kusanagi’s pleading thrills Yagami, and she curves a satisfied smile.

“How impatient. Who knew that you are such a demanding woman, Kyoko?” She addresses her and withdraws her palm.

After grasping the hemline of Kyoko’s shorts and underwear, she exposes her nether regions with one sudden movement.

As she delightfully narrows her gaze, she deeply chuckles. “Oh~ Look at yourself. I have done nothing and you’re like this.”

Ioriko rests her palm on her partner’s lower and calmly asks her. “You can already guess where it will go next. So, are you sure you are okay with this?”

After lowering her blushing gaze, Kyoko replies while suggestively moving her bottom. “You wouldn’t want this, if you had hidden that thing better, right? So, go ahead.”

Certainly, the red-haired woman cannot let her get away so easily, not after an open invitation like this.

“Let me know if it is too much for you, Kyoko.” Ioriko warns her before bringing the vibrating tip of the rose massager to her lover’s nether lips that drip the nectar.

Just before she opens her mouth to argue, the brunette gasps and closes her eyes at the vibrations against her privates.

But for now, Yagami moves this device upwards and downwards along without missing her chance to tease her naughty lover by brushing it around her pussy.

The brunette only endures such bullying and makes purring-like noises.

As the little flame of excitement sparks in her eyes, Ioriko taunts her. “What’s wrong? Is it that good?~”

However, she receives no answer from Kyoko aside from her instinctively trying to keep her legs close and her lewd whining.

After parting her legs, Ioriko brushes the massager up and down against her privates.

Kyoko arches her back, softly moans, and respires while hearing her heartbeat ringing in her ears.

Hell, she doesn’t mind her molten honey running down her thighs or her face and ears burning from enjoying herself perhaps a bit too much.

Soon, Ioriko addresses her in a playful tone. “I wonder what will happen if I do this~”

When she moves the massager to her clitoris and leaves the head of this device resting there, she is rewarded with more endearing Kyoko’s voice.

The silicone rose petals against her weak spot are like tiny tongues masterly licking it and driving her crazy.

As the electricity and pleasant shivers are sent down her spine, the brunette keeps calling her name most erotically. “Yagami… I… I may… Ya… Yagami. Aaah~”

More so, she can swear momentarily upon seeing a flashing white light.

Just when she thinks her sweet torture is over, upon clicking twice, she feels her clitoris assaulted by the powerful vibrations.

Finally, such an intense pleasure is already too much for her, and she may lose her mind.

However, Kyoko turns her head to Ioriko and says between ecstatic moans. “Ya… Yagami! That’s… That’s! I may… I may… It’s too much!~ I gonna… I gonna cum!”

In the end, she lets out a long moan and suddenly releases her emissions that hit Yagami’s leg and stain her bathrobe and the bedsheet.

A moment later, she collapses on the bed and roughly breathes while her pussy is still tingling like greedily asking for more.

Even her fingers are twitching while she doesn’t seem to return from cloud nine, just staring into a void.

After Ioriko turns off the massager and tosses it aside, she crawls to check on her dizzy lover.

When she rests Kyoko’s head on her lap, she gently slaps her cheek. “Hey, are you still there?”

Finally, the Kusanagi heir groans and shakily blinks. “Yagami?”

Noticing Kyoko returning to normal, she closes her eyes and exhales while feeling like a heavy boulder is pushed from her chest. “You’re okay, then. Perhaps I should have not used a more intense level on you yet.”

Without bothering to lower her t-shirt or cover herself, the brunette asks her. “Hey, Yagami. How did you get it? Because I cannot see you going to a sex shop without looking like a criminal or scaring anyone.”

At first, the redhead is hesitant, but these curious amber eyes stare at her, and she is unable to say no.

After closing her eyes and pressing her fingers against her temples, she confesses. “It was just my bandmates saving up money and giving me this as a joke. They told me I was too tense and it should help me to relax for once. Of course, I didn’t want to know what it does, and I threw at that laughing fool who gave it to me. But I had to accept it. So, ever since I brought it home, that rose was kept in a box and collecting dust.”

However, Kyoko interrupts her story. “But then you still used it at some point, if you wanted to test on me.”

Ioriko only facepalms and sighs.

After fixing her hair, she replies. “At least let me finish, you fool. Yeah, one day, after you were acting like a meddling brat and sticking your nose where you shouldn’t, I remembered about this thing. Even after reading the instructions, I figured out it was a massaging device, but it made zero sense to me when it said that I should be washing it after using it or why it is shaped like that. Yeah, I gave it a try. Surprisingly, it served as a decent shoulder massager. So, for a while, I used it for that.”

As hell, you need to know about how you were bothering me even in my dreams like a lewd creature and making me take care of the mess you started there…

Ioriko turns her head and averts her irritated eyes from her.

“I hope you’re happy now.” The redhead adds without looking at her while her cheeks dye in a lovely tone of pink.

Instead of saying anything, Kyoko watchfully stares at her.

You’re a terrible liar, Yagami. Are you sure you haven’t used it like you did on me?

The flashing image in her mind of Ioriko covering her mouth and making sexy sighs and even more erotic faces while pleasing herself with the same rose massager makes the brunette feel the heat rushing to her cheeks and bite her lower lip.

However, her further thoughts are interrupted by Yagami pinching her nose, and she closes her eyes and whimpers.

After opening her teary amber eyes, she notices her partner’s smile.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been staring at me like this as if you wanted something from me.” The redhead strokes her cheek.

As her hand runs down her neck, she chuckles. “Or did you have any naughty thoughts?”

“Aren’t you mistaking me with someone who is into these things and loves testing them on others?” Kyoko fires back while trying to look annoyed.

“Then let me show you something. So, get up,” Ioriko responds.

The Kusanagi heir rolls on the side and rests her cheek on her partner’s lap. “Don’t wanna~ Can I lie here for a bit longer instead?”

Yagami facepalms and sighs. “What am I going to do with you? It cannot be helped then.”

She moves her legs away, making the brunette softly land on the bed.

Kyoko slightly frowns and murmurs. “You meanie.”

Yet she is startled by her partner placing her hands on her side and lifting her like a kitten.

While she is held like this, she complains. “Fine! I get it, I get it! You don’t have to do this.”

After she is released, she understands she has to play by Ioriko’s rules.

However, she becomes alerted to where Ioriko sits and the direction she looks at.

No, that’s impossible! There is no way she gonna do it. Yagami, do not even think of it!

Kyoko tightens her lips and respires upon her partner sitting on the edge of the bed and in front of the tall standing mirror reflecting her.

Meanwhile, the redhead pats her lap and gives a suggestive look. “Come. Or do you prefer to be picked?”

“You don’t have to tell me what I need to do, you silly,” Kyoko replies while she removes the bothering shorts and underwear.

When the brunette crawls and sits on her lover’s lap, she leans her back against her bust.

Yet Ioriko spreading her legs, makes her let out a mewling noise and dig her fingers into her legs to keep her balance.

After sitting in such an embarrassing position, Kyoko turns her salty yet blushing face at her.

Despite her lover’s attempted intimidation, Ioriko wraps her arm around her while another one around her shoulders. “What’s up with such an angry face? But it doesn’t make you any less cute.”

When her fingers travel towards her groan, and her hand traces down until it cups her breast, she adds in a deeper tone. “But now, let’s see which do you prefer better, Kyoko?”

Of course, the Kusanagi heir understands Yagami will eat her alive, but she embraces her fate while another side deep inside her looks forward to it.

Even such a simple thing as massaging her soft breast and rubbing the surface of her privates makes her shakily sigh and lower her head.

While Ioriko gropes her chest and her fingers tease her lower side, Kyoko instinctively arches her back and tilts her head while closing her eyes and groaning.

More so, her finger playing with her erect nipple while cupping her breast and kissing her neck turns her on.

“Yagami~” The brunette purrs as she enjoys the given attention while feeling the heat in her lower regions.

Soon, Ioriko gently holds her cheeks and turns her head, whispering into her ear. “Open your eyes and take a look at this.”

After lazily opening her amber eyes, she widens them and gasps at the view in front of her.

Apparently, the mirror shows the reflection of her being nothing more than a lascivious creature melting from her lover’s touch.

Of course, Kyoko shuts her eyes and tries to turn her head away from such a shameful sight.

Unfortunately for her, Ioriko makes sure the brunette is fixating her eyes on the mirror.

Kyoko’s innocent reaction puts a twisted smile on the redhead’s face. “What’s wrong? You don’t need to be so shy.”

While she holds Kusanagi’s face, she inserts her fingers into her nether lips and spreads them.

She comments in a roused voice. “Look at that transparent thread down there. Even your lower mouth is crying and begging for me.”

The brunette only whimpers and narrows her gaze, feeling her pussy tingling.

For now, Yagami fondling her, turns her on.

Ioriko interrogates her while polishing her pearl. “How long are you going to endure it? Just tell what do you want me to do. Do you want me to relieve your suffer or do you prefer to be finished by that device?”

Swallowing her pride, Kyoko answers in a sweet, defeated voice. “You… You stupid! I need you, you stupid, cruel woman!”

These words warm Yagami’s heart so that she can barely hold back from ravishing her cute partner until she forgets her own name.

Instead of giving in to the primal urges, she closes her eyes and kisses her cheek.

Upon opening her thrilled eyes, she praises her. “Good girl. And here’s your reward.”

Yet Ioriko’s fingers neglecting her make Kyoko let out a frustrated whimper.

After the red-haired woman unties and opens her bathrobe, she presses her naked body against her and wraps her arms around her waist.

“Get on your knees,” Ioriko instructs Kyoko to kneel behind her.

When she presses her lower half against hers, Yagami slides her hand down to her privates while another groping her chest.

She rests her head on Kyoko’s shoulder, ticking her neck with her hair. “You don’t need to do anything this time. Just enjoy the show in front of you and you’ll see with whom I have to deal with.”

The brunette nervously swallows the saliva and fixes her shy gaze on the mirror while her ears burn from embarrassment.

But for now, Ioriko sliding her fingers deep inside her and thrusting her hips makes her let out a small moan.

Thus, the redhead moves her hips rhythmically, and Kyoko does her best to suppress her voice.

But it’s not an easy task, not when each time her partner plays with her pussy or Yagami’s bust rubbing against her back.

While her chest bloats and shakily respiring, Ioriko feels her fingers immediately soaked with Kusanagi’s love nectar.

When she blissfully narrows her gaze, she comments. “Look at yourself~ My hand is already covered in your cum. Is it that good?”

Kyoko turns her face towards her and fires back. “Sh-shut up, you idiot! Ngh…”

“Then how do you explain this? You’re such a naughty girl who is turned on by watching herself getting screwed.” Ioriko’s eyes point at her partner’s wet thighs in the mirror.

For now, she bites into Kyoko’s shoulder, making her whimper.

Soon, Ioriko’s thrusting grows aggressive and faster along her hand, assaulting her privates.

At this point, Kyoko feels the pleasant shivers down her body, and she is no longer holding back adorable cries. “Ya… Yagami~”

More so, the redhead’s groaning close to her ear thrills her, and she is so close to climaxing again.

When Ioriko holds her chin and turns her head, she pulls her lover into a kiss.

It bewilders Kusanagi and makes her widen her eyes.

But when Yagami’s tongue is licking her lips and breaking through them, she closes her eyes and opens her mouth, warmly inviting her.

Right now, she is completely at Ioriko’s will while she conquers every little part inside her and fingering her.

In the end, Kyoko reaches the orgasm and passes out.

After a while, the Kusanagi heir slowly regains her consciousness.

It’s so warm, and whatever pillow her back rests, it’s so soft.

More so, someone is showering her shoulders and neck with kisses.

Upon feeling a hand brush her wet hair away and stroke it, she gradually opens her eyes and groans.

Even without looking back, she immediately recognizes who is behind these gentle gestures.

“Yagami? How did I get there?” The brunette turns her head and asks in a purring-like voice.

Despite Kusanagi gazing at her like she has not fully awakened from her sweet dreams, Ioriko rests her arms on the bathtub edges and lifts her head. “Oh, looks like the sleeping beauty is finally awakened. So, while someone was sleeping like a log, I had to carry her to the bathroom like a princess and treat her like one.”

The mental image of being taken care of instantly makes the blood rush to her face and ears.

When she slides her body until her mouth is under the water, Kyoko stays like this and lowers her gaze while her face might be in a similar color to her lover’s hair.

Yagami, you stupid woman… The brunette blows few water bubbles and remembers how she was bullied.

Noticing such behavior, Yagami raises her eyebrow. “Are you okay? Is it too hot for you?”

Upon receiving no answers aside from more bubbles under the water in response, she takes a deep breath and exhales. “Fine, looks like you had enough. So, let’s get you out.”

As Yagami bends over and leans forward, Kyoko indignantly stares at her. “What are you-?”

After grasping the tiny chain at the end of the bathtub and pulling out the plug, she explains while the water is slowly draining. “To dry you up. So, just wait for me.”

At that moment, Kyoko’s curious eyes follow Ioriko, climbing out of the bath and grabbing a couple of towels.

“Here.” The redhead rolls her eyes and throws at her partner.

As Kyoko catches the thrown item, she watches Yagami wrapping her towel around her and approaching her.

When she gets close, she picks the towel from her partner’s arms and starts drying her hair.

“Oi, I can do it on my own!” The brunette objects.

Meanwhile, Ioriko sees her struggling as a little kitten meowing at her mom while getting cleaned.

“It cannot be helped that I have to look after you.” The redhead sighs as she works on the current task.

Before moving to dry her upper body, she hears Kusanagi politely objecting. “I can do the rest by myself. So, you don’t have to do this.”

Yagami remains stubborn and insists. “Just let me do it. Besides, you need to rest a lot.”

After noticing her looking away and her cheeks dying in pink, Kyoko replies. “Fiiine~ But don’t think about doing anything funny.”

“Lift your arms then.” Ioriko asks her.

Thus, after doing what she has been told, she accepts being spoiled and pampered by her lover’s attention.

After some time, Ioriko carries Kyoko in her arms while both are in nothing but wrapped towels and lies her on the bed.

However, the brunette immediately catches the same hand that is about to remove the towel from her body and stares at her. “You said we won’t go for another round.”

“Hmph. I’m not horny as someone who might be thinking just about that. Let me go. Because you’re not sleeping in a bare towel.” The redhead replies with an indifferent look on her face.

After Kyoko releases her hand and crosses her legs to cover her lower regions, she stares at her suspiciously.

When Ioriko rolls her eyes, she heads towards the closet and turns her head towards her. “Stop looking at me like that, and put these on.”

Upon noticing a pile of neatly folded clothes lying next to her, the brunette picks them up and says to her. “You better do not peek.”

While Yagami quickly scams for fitting clothes, she responds. “As if I’m interested in that.”

As Kyoko puts on a tank-top t-shirt, she backfires. “I really wonder about that, you idiot.”

Instead of saying anything, the redhead only grabs a random nightdress and a pair of underwear.

After putting them on, she notices her partner already changed into her given clothes and sitting with her legs crossed while hugging a pillow.

“Stay there. I’ll return in a second.” Yagami briefly explains before leaving.

Soon enough, Kyoko’s eyes follow her entering the bedroom with her holding a glass of water and walking towards her.

For now, Ioriko gives it to her. “Here. If you want more, let me know.”

Even such a simple gesture pleasantly surprises her, and before drinking it, she shyly lowers her gaze and silently thanks her.

After placing the empty glass on the night desk, Kyoko asks her. “But why are you doing this, Yagami?”

As Ioriko sighs, she closes her eyes. “You need to stay hydrated and drink a lot since someone has ruined my bathrobe and her clothes. Along with that, because of someone wetting the bedsheet, I needed to change it…”

Such a comment makes the brunette panic and feel her ears burning. “Yagami, you stupid!”

Thus, she immediately grabs the blanket and hides in the cocoon.

At the moment, she lies on the side and curls into a ball, making sure there is no smallest crack.

When Ioriko shakes her head and exhales at such behavior, she climbs on the bed and corners her partner.

A moment later, she hears her warning. “If you gonna make fun of me, just leave me alone!”

But for now, feeling how the redhead presses the blanket around her face and shoulder area, she starts wiggling in her cocoon and frowns. “What do you want from me now?”

“Just checking if I can crack this shell to reach whatever hides there,” Ioriko explains while continuing to land kisses, which she guesses are around her head.

Soon, Kusanagi feels how the surrounding pressure disappears along with hearing. “It cannot be helped, then. I guess I need to grab another blanket and pillow and sleep somewhere else.”

Just as she assumes that one pesky redhead is gone, she opens the gap and sticks her out from the blanket like a wary cat.

When she notices Yagami standing in front of her, she suspiciously stares at her. “I thought you were gone. So, why are you still here?”

After Ioriko sits next to her, she rests her palms on her cheeks and softens her gaze. “You finally come out, you silly.”

“Move a bit.” She briefly orders her as she lies next to her.

Surely, her partner’s large bust pressing against her face while hugging her makes Kyoko blush, but the lingering smell of her shower gel alone strangely comforts her.

When Yagami closes her eyes and rests her hand behind her head, she strokes her hair. “Fine, maybe I said a bit too much. So, that’s my bad. Can you now let me under the blanket? Or do you want me to freeze?”

The brunette quietly murmurs. “I don’t really mind that. At least it will teach you a lesson.”

“What’s that?~” Ioriko teasingly asks her.

“No-nothing.” Kyoko replies.

After she unwraps the surrounding blanket, she throws it over her and her partner.

Noticing Yagami’s satisfied look and her bringing her close, she blushes. “Don’t get a wrong idea. I’m only allowing you to stay like that this time, got it?”

Sure, you will. Like you said last time... Ioriko closes her eyes and hugs her tightly.

In the end, Kyoko spends another night at her partner’s place, even without realizing how slowly she becomes like a domesticated cat.

Notes:

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Firstly, I wanna thank Yuzu for allowing to use this spicy IorixKyo yuri fanart for this story💖 (tho, even if the current fic doesn't exactly match this amazing fanart)

And surely, I was genially surprised that nearly spit my coffee upon first time seeing it (yup, in my mind, I was expecting a suggestive one, but that... ooh boi, ya boi Mina had to cover their gushing nosebleed like chibi Iorin upon Riot Blood awakening in that KOF97 Neogeo Pocket port), but, yeah, it activated my monkey neuron along making inner monkey sound
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Amber Colored Dream

2024-01-30T06:16:16Z

Title: Amber Colored Dream
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: King of Fighters
Relationships: Yagami Iori/Kusanagi Kyou
Characters: Yagami Iori, Kusanagi Kyou, Yabuki Shingo

Summary:

[This story takes place in KOFXI]
As this year’s Hero Team celebrates another victory, a certain pair of idiots gets into a fight. However, one of them decides to be more mature and finally break the ice between them. How will it turn out? Read and find out.

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Another match, another victory for this year’s Hero Team. However, from the first glance, an innocent Shingo’s initiative to celebrate getting into the semi-finals would become unpredictable. All the younger brunette wanted is to bring his teammates together like a normal team for once. Yet, Kyo’s loose tongue and other not-subtle stated facts were the reason the Kusanagi’s heir and Yagami got into a fight. Therefore, even now if both of these hotheads avoid each other’s presence, but Shingo could feel the lingering tension between them. So, it was a matter of time when it will sparkle another conflict. Unfortunately, this is what he should be expected and no less by having Kyo and Iori on the same team.

Even if Yabuki was supposed to keep an eye on them, but it appears that such a task, given by Kagura, is nearly impossible. Firstly, being on the same team as his adored mentor sounded like his dream come true. Unfortunately, in reality, it wasn’t as miraculous and charming as he was expecting. That’s right, his precious 'Kusanagi-san' almost ignored the younger brunette's presence, like he was caring about something much more important. Perhaps, a new threat is rising, and thus, this is why Chizuru insisted that Kyo and Iori be on the same team and invest it. There was no other explanation than that, right? Or so, naively believed Shingo. Therefore, he knew that he have to find a way to make them get along as soon as possible. Even though, what could bring these two stubborn idiots together? It was beyond his mind and, if he tried to interface, Yabuki would be blown away without being noticed.

But nowadays, the younger brunette felt more and more like he was just an invisible bystander in the middle of the Kusanagi’s heir and Yagami’s battle for dominance and settling a score. That’s right, even before Iori crossed with Kyo, they were either just exchanging gazes, either using provocative gestures to surpass each other. in the past, the redhead was the one, who was persistently throwing challenges until Kyo accepts it. However, as time passed, the brunette started to show initiative from his side. Perhaps, much more than his rival used to, and in more daring ways. Despite that, it was teasing Yagami in suggestive language or the hips’ movement after approaching Iori. Then, Kyo tried to intimidate the redhead by the barely existing distance between them. In this case, Iori does his best to endure the temptation to finish off the provoking brunette in the same spot. Nevertheless, both knew perfectly when and where was the right time and place to fully enjoy themselves by not holding back in a fight, or during private time.

As for tonight, the younger brunette was waiting when his mentor would return. That’s right, he shared the same hotel room as Kyo, while Iori stayed in another one. Yet, it was already late evening and Shingo decides to call it a day and rest while wondering where was oh-so-precious mentor wandering. Perhaps, ‘Kusanagi-san’ was on a special mission and didn’t want to put his disciple in the danger. This is why he left without a word, isn’t it? Or so, Yabuki thought before falling asleep.

Meanwhile, the older brunette finally has reached the corridor where was his room. However, instead of heading there, Kyo had some unfinished business with one certain redhead. He realized that sooner or later, one of them would need to lower their ego and move on. Besides, his disciple already have been complaining to Kagura. So, before the brunette and his rival received a good dose of Chizuru’s nagging, he had to act fast. Tonight, the Kusanagi heir carefully scoured the local alcohol shops for one specific item, which would serve as his sacrifice to cease Yagami’s wrath. As he holds an expensive bottle of whiskey behinds his back, Kyo looks around and makes sure that no one is around. Lastly, he opens the door of Iori room’s and sneaks in.

According to his plan, the redhead should be already asleep. So, getting inside and then waking up Yagami would be like a piece of cake, isn’t it? Then, all he would need to do is pull behind his back the bottle and wait for his rival’s reaction. And thus, after the bottle empties, these two should settle down for a while. Or so, Kyo was convinced after carefully thinking about this idea and how it supposes to end.

After closing the door behind, the brunette picks his phone from the pocket and uses it as a flashlight. Step by step, he was getting closer to bed. Lastly, as he placed the bottle of whiskey on the night-drawer near the bed, the brunette sits on the bedside. All he left to is to wake up Iori. Then offer the fine drink, which would help to break the ice between them. Unfortunately, something was off…

All of a sudden, he was alerted once someone grabbed him and thrown on the bed. It was followed by feeling how someone was on top of him, and the clicking sound of the light switch. It was Yagami, who wore a bathrobe, and now, pinning Kyo’s wrists while his knee separated brunette’s legs. Despite the exhausted yet furious gaze and quiet growling, the brunette deeply breathes and swallows saliva at the view in front of him. His eyes fixate on redhead's succulent pectoral muscles and abs. 'Does he realize that his bathrobe is loose? Or does he think that he is one step ahead by seducing me?' — or so, thought Kyo while enjoying this treat for the eyes. However, Iori's irritated voice interrupted further Kusanagi's fantasies “What a hell you want? Get out before I finish you!”.

Even though, the brunette teases his partner while giving a smug look “I can't. Not when you're holding me like this, Yagami~ Besides, it looks like someone missed me a lot.”. As soon as Iori lowers his gaze, he noticed how his knee was accidentally rubbing Kyo's crotch. Surely, it made the redhead grid his teeth “Fuck you…”. After releasing Kusanagi and sitting on his knees, he could hear another playful reply from the brunette, who was half-sitting, “Don't mind, if I do~”. It was followed by Kyo taking Iori's hand into his both hands. However, just as he seductively stares and sticks his tongue to take Yagami's finger into his mouth, the redhead instantly with-draws his taken hand. Now, the Kusanagi's heir is dumbfounded and staring at his partner, who turned his blushing face from him while holding his one arm close to him.

For sure, such an innocent reaction by this man amused Kyo. As soon as Iori returns his gaze, he indignantly stares at the brunette “What were you thinking, Kyo!?”. However, the younger male chuckles “Me? It is you, who provoked me first! Just admit, you were planning this all along. You were watching and waiting for me, right? How else you know I would come here? Huh?!”. Of course, the redhead felt alerted when his cover was utterly destroyed, yet he decides not to give up to his rival. Therefore, Iori points his finger next to the brunette “Why do you carry that whiskey with you? Did you plan to get me drunk and mess with me?! Answer me!”.

The Kusanagi heir is near on the verge of losing his patience by enduring Yagami's spitted accusations. Yet, as he deeply breathes, Kyo tries to hold back from the desire to knock down the redhead. Now, he objects “I don't know how about you, but taking advantage of a drunk or unconscious person is not my style! Like hell, I'm THAT kind of degenerate, you dumbass! Shit… You haven't even let me explain, and you're already losing it! For the fuck's sake… So, how about you, shut up and listen for once before jumping to conclusions?”. At this moment, the redhead could swear that he could shred this fool into the tiniest pieces, yet, he silently murmurs something under his nose.

It was followed by Kyo being slightly relieved. After fixing his t-shirt collar while his chest was bloating, he explains “Was it that hard? Finally. Anyway, I thought that maybe this would help you to relax, and then we could have talked. That’s it. I did not plan more than that.’’. As Iori skeptically listens to the Kusanagi, he sighs and replies in an indifferent voice ‘‘If that’s so? Then explain to me one thing.’’. The brunette only gives a mocking look while lifting one of his eyebrows ‘‘Yes? And what exactly?’’. Unfortunately, Iori’s quick response caught Kyo off guard ‘‘Why did you bring a drink, which you cannot handle? One-shot, and you’ll get wasted.’’. However, the brunette instantly recovers, and gives him an inflaming gaze while replying in a nearly purring tone ‘‘How about we’ll see about that~’’.

After taking a bottle of dark amber-colored liquid and holding it by its neck, Kyo opens it in front of Yagami and chugs it. Unfortunately, his bold acting ended up with widening his eyes and coughing. More so, there was no end to coughing, and the sensation of flame spreads inside his throat. Yet, the redhead only starred while scolding his partner ‘‘Where are you rushing, you fool? At least, do not drop the bottle. You’ll waste such a fine drink.’’. Despite that, the brunette frowns, but the light tone of red on his cheeks made him look less serious or intimidating. However, the Kusanagi heir refuses to give up and wipes the droplets from the corners of his lips. Now, he takes another sip. Yet, before swallowing whiskey, he could hear Iori commenting ‘‘Let’s see if you picked a good one.’’.

It was followed by the redhead leaning closely to Kyo’s face. As he places his palm behind the brunette’s head, Yagami presses his lips against his partner’s. The brunette got slightly shocked as he felt how Iori’s tongue is trying to breakthrough. Yet, Kusanagi blissfully closes his eyes and allows his partner inside while he manages to put whiskey on the night-drawer. Now, the redhead greedily enjoys each sip from Kyo. When Iori finishes such a fine feast, he with-draws his face from his partner’s. Of course, he couldn’t remove his eyes from such delightful sight in front of him — the brunette is dazing while he was heavily blushing. However, as Yagami notices whiskey drops rolling down from the corners of Kyo’s lips, he decides to savor it.

Now, the brunette speaks up in a soft voice as Iori leans close to his neck ‘‘Ya… Yagami?’’. Suddenly, the Kusanagi lets a longer whimper as the redhead starts to lick his neck. The brunette closes his eyes and turns away his head from his partner. As Iori reaches the corner of Kyo’s lips, he cleans up the traces of the amber-colored liquid. Lastly, the brunette could feel shivers running down his spine when he hears a seductive whisper while stroking his neck ‘‘You know what to do next, Kyo.’’.

Meanwhile, Yagami with-draws and patiently waits when he sits on one of his laps. Yet, the Kusanagi heir decides to play along with the redhead’s rules. Now, he objects in a passionate tone while giving a thrilling look ‘‘Now we’re talking about~ But you don’t need to tell me what to do, ‘cos I’ll handle you nice and slow.’’. As Kyo impatiently tosses his leather jacket on the floor, he slowly removes his t-shirt. Lastly, he treats it the same way as the jacket. However, just as he unbuckles the belt and is about to lower his jeans, Iori pushes him on the bed.

The brunette only dumbfounded stares at the redhead, who bends down and grabs the hemline of the brunette’s jeans and underwear. Now, with one sudden movement, he removes such unnecessary pieces of clothing. Lastly, Iori impatiently stares at perfectly exposed Kyo, who asks in a purring voice ‘‘What is it with you? Do you like what you see?~’’. However, the redhead stands up on the bed and places his foot on the brunette’s hard-on. Now, as he crosses his arms, Yagami replies ‘‘Silence. I’m not even started yet.’’. It was followed by the Kusanagi’s sweet groan when the redhead begins to rub Kyo’s dick with his foot.

For sure, looking down on the younger male’s shakily breathing and whimpers in between, accompanied by his amorous gaze, entertained Iori. Now, he continues to pleasure his partner and fastens the stroking movement. Who knew that being under his partner’s foot like this can be so good? Or so, wonders the brunette while getting massaged like that. However, soon enough, Kyo lets out a long moan as he comes. Now, the redhead delightfully observes the brunette covered in his semen, and blissfully starring into nothing. Yet, Yagami sits down next to the Kusanagi and is about to leave the bedside. Yet, he was stopped by someone grabbing the sleeve of his bathrobe ‘‘Wait. Where are you going?’’. As Iori turns to face his partner, he notices him sitting on one of his laps and giving a demanding look.

However, the redhead briefly replies ‘‘I need to smoke outside. So, why don’t you take a shower and leave?’’. Despite such a cold reply, Kyo does not give up. Now, he hugs Iori’s waist from behind ‘‘Eh? No fair~ But I cannot let you go like that.’’. Now, the brunette sinks his head into the redhead’s neck and lasciviously kisses it. The shivers went down Iori’s spine, and he silently groans by such an affectionate gesture. Yet, as Kyo starts to lick his partner’s neck, he slides his hand inside the bathrobe. Now, he begins to massage the redhead’s chest. Meanwhile, another hand moves under the bathrobe and rubs the inner thigh.

Nevertheless, Yagami speaks up through rough breathing ‘‘You horny devil… Don’t you think that you’ll get away as simple as that…’’. However, the brunette only gently returns Iori to bed. Now, the younger male removes his partner’s underwear and tosses it on the ground. Of course, it was followed by the redhead’s complaint ‘‘Are you going to remove the rest or not, lazy-ass?’’. However, Kyo replies in a seductive tone ‘‘Why should I? This way you look more erotic, Iorin~’’. Just before Yagami objects, the brunette shuts him by leaning for the kiss. As he presses his lips against his partner’s, Kusanagi turns it into a passionate kiss. Now, his hand moves to Iori’s lower regions, and he starts to stroke his hard rock dick.

Now, the brunette lets out the whimpers in between their kiss. Surely, Kyo’s made lewd sounds, even more, turned the redhead. However, Iori shows no desire to give up, and, now as he places his hand on the brunette’s arousal, he imitates his partner’s movements. Now, the Kusanagi heir with-draws from the kiss ‘‘Io… Iorin?’’. Yet, Yagami wasn’t sure anymore whenever the brunette’s silent moans or his rougher and faster hand’s movement, were more pleasuring. In the end, both reached the climax. Now, Kyo rests on top of Iori while enjoying his partner’s embrace.

After a while, Kyo gently strokes Iori’s cheek ‘‘How about we go for round two? You know, I don’t mind which one would take the lead this time.’’. However, Yagami only cracks a smile and replies in a chill tone ‘‘Be careful about what you’re asking for because either way tomorrow you won’t be able to walk.’’. Now, the brunette sits on the bedside and about to stand up, he announces in a nearly singing voice ‘‘Make sure that it won’t be just big words~’’. When he checks inside the night-drawer, Kyo face’s begins to radiate with excitement. When he returns to the bed with a tube of lube, Kusanagi sits on the bedside. Now, the brunette comments in an excited tone ‘‘So, you were waiting for me all this time.’’.

Yet, such a discovery makes him somehow glad. What if the redhead was expecting this Kusanagi to show up for a time being, yet ending up getting disappointed? Perhaps, even after a short time like this, Yagami was already missing the brunette, even if he felt it would be better not to admit it. More importantly, what if being ignored by Kyo was more painful than any harsh word or gesture? Or so, wonders the brunette, as he softens his gaze at the redhead.

Despite that, as Kyo handles the tube with the transparent content into Iori’s hands, he flirtatiously adds ‘‘Then, I won’t make you wait any longer, Iorin~’’. Lastly, the brunette places his hand behind the redhead’s scalp and pulls him into a gentle kiss. Tonight, even the moonlight from outside blessed their momentary reunion. More so, who knew that a mere bottle of whiskey holds such a great power… Maybe because it shared the same color, like Kusanagi’s bewitching eyes. Yet, one thing is for sure, even the most expensive and finest drink cannot be as enjoyable as Kyo was for Iori.

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