"This one seems okay..." You muttered as you turned right and walked diagonally across the corridor. You approached the door labelled '5' and pushed down the handle, letting the dim light of the hallway spill into the dark room. On the opposite wall you could faintly make our some graffiti, characterised with a misshapen skull and a purple splat-splat like mark in the background. The text spelt out 'Dry Juice'; but it was completely unfamiliar to you. Taking a few steps into the room, you could barely make out the hazy outline of a double bed, (bedside table included) a small table and a few chairs stacked up in the far corner. Aside from the graffiti, the walls were bare, painted a dark violet shade that seemed to breathe deceiving seduction. Shivering, you continued into the dark room; spotting a small lamp and flicking it on for comfort.

"What'cha doing kitten?" You spun around, seeing the dark silhouette of a man in the doorway; outlined against the comparatively bright light of the corridor. He took a step into the room, the shadow erasing from his frame and revealing the tanned tattoo artist. He grinned cheekily and gestured the room with a sweep of his hand. "I take it you were looking for me?"

"No! I was just looking for something to drink... honest!"

"Sure you were kitten." He winked dramatically, laughing at your flustered protests. He approached you, cupping your chin in his hand. He stole your gaze, his sharp green eyes piercing your own. "How 'bout I fetch you a glass of milk?"

"I- uh, thanks." You stuttered, feeling a blush crawl across your cheeks. Mizuki smiled softly and released you, backing away until he reached the door. Nodding his brief excuse, he left; and you heard another door being opened in the hallway. Feeling a little awkward at being left alone in his room, you sat down on the bed; awaiting Mizuki's reappearance with your promised glass of milk. A few minutes passed before you heard the creaking of the door being reopened, which, admittedly, made you jump in surprise. Mizuki pushed open the door with his back, the silver tray he was carrying requiring two hands. You stood to offer your assistance, but he shook his head and smiled; motioning you to remain seated. He made his way over to you, laying the tray in the middle of the bed; he himself sitting opposite you with a sigh. On the tray there were two glasses, on filled with the white liquid that Mizuki had promised; the other filled with a strong smelling alcohol.

"Drinking as soon as you wake up, that's not healthy." You teased, watching the boy as he caught your gaze and smiled.

"I think I can suffer it for you." He replied flirtatiously, earning him another brief blush from you. This guy was getting under your skin, and you didn't quite know why. Now feeling extremely hot and thirsty, you reached for you glass; purposefully avoiding the vexatious gaze of the surplus barman. Raising it to your lips, you took a long deprived gulp; swallowing half of the glass in one go. When you placed your glass carefully on the bedside table, you realised Mizuki was staring at you in a strange way, his gaze completely fixed on your face. A surge of self-consciousness made you blush with embarrassment; and when you looked up again Mizuki had leant in closer, and was still moving in.

"W-What are you doing?" Now he was inches away from your face, a small smile gracing his features. "M-Miz-zuki?"

"Shhh." He leaned in, coveting the final few inches; you close your eyes instinctively, flinching when you felt his tongue sweep over your top lip. Opening one eye, you saw Mizuki drawing away; swiping his tongue around his mouth like a hungry dog. Speechless, you stare at him in what you hoped was a slightly outraged, disbelieving manner. Hoped, anyway.

"You had a moustache." Mizuki explained bluntly, picking up his own glass and taking a long, slow drink from it; eyeing you over the rim. You tutted and looked away, once again hoping you seemed unaffected by his action; and everything previous.

"Tch. That doesn't excuse it you know." You turned back to him with a triumphant gaze. "I could report you to the cops for sexual assault."

"Could you now? How interesting." He downed the rest of his drink suddenly, placing it down on the floor with unusual purposefulness. In a flash he had grabbed your arms and pulled you down onto the bed; leaning over you with a sharp-toothed grin.

"Hey! Get off Mizuki!" You wriggled under his dominating posture, but he only tightened his grip on your wrists in silent response. Lowering his head, you felt his hair brush against your forehead as he rested his own against yours. His gaze bore into your own, seemingly as though he could see the emotions that were flickered behind your eyes.

"Would you report me now kitten?" He smiled gently, and you got the feeling he had something more on his mind. "C'mon, don't be shy. It ruins our little game."

"Game? I uh- I guess I wouldn't." You questioned, but if Mizuki had heard your query about his little so-called 'game', he disregarded it. He chuckled softly, his voice ringing gently in your ears.

"That's reassuring. But would you resist if I... did this?" He pulled downwards, his lips brushing across your own.  When you didn't pull away or push him off; he deepened the kiss, and you could feel the passion pulsing from him. Your tongues danced like professionals, twirling around each other like dolphins graced over the waves. When he pulled away for breath, you felt a surge off disappointment rush through you. He had left you panting, breathless; and desperately wanting more. Instead of continuing his actions he drew back, sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. Was he taking the piss?

"Mizuki." You called his name in a firm tone, making him snap his gaze back to you. "You're sending mixed signals... what exactly do you want?"

"Am I now? Interesting." He smiled softly, but offered no answer to your questioning. Slightly irritated, you sat up and got off the bed. Walking to the door, you could practically feel his eyes following you across the room. Placing a hand on the door handle, you paused; considering what you were going to say.

"I'm in no mood for games." A sudden crash startled you and before you could turn round you felt his chest pressed against your back. Envisioning him grinning devilishly, you realised that he had pushed you against the door. He was so close you could feel his heartbeat against your shoulder blades; and he shoved you forwards a few inches more, squashing your boobs against the wooden door in a quirky manner. He lowered his head to your ear, speaking in lofty, seductive tones.

"Aww, c'mon. Kittens like to play games, right?"

"W-What are you saying?"

"I'm saying don't give up so easily. I didn't get the impression you were one to be beaten at a game as simple as this."

"Oh, so we're playing a game are we?" A sudden flash ignited an idea in your mind. If he wanted to play mind tricks and tease you; that game can be played by two. Slithering out of his grip, you nudged his legs out from under him; and he fell to the floor with a surprised thud. Grinning triumphantly, you stood over him, hand on hips. He looked surprised, his mouth agape in shock. "Your move."

"Very well."  In a split second he had swung round, swinging his legs round in an arc so you stumbled over them. Feeling yourself falling, you braced for the impact of the carpet, but it never came. When you opened your eyes, you saw Mizuki holding you gently in his grasp. Blushing profusely, you opened your mouth to say something; but he put a finger to your lips, silencing you. He smiled, once again leaning down to capture you in a kiss. You consented, but if he was going to play any more tricks he was going to get a slap. At least. You broke away for air, breathing deeply and staring deep into his eyes. His hands gently roamed your back, unravelling the strings that criss-crossed and held the bodice together. With a rustle it dropped to the floor, and in and surge of self-consciousness, you crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to hide them. Mizuki said nothing, only picking you up bridal-style and carrying you carefully over to the bed. Laying you down with the gentleness of a newborn child, he merely gazed at you in a strange way.

"M-Mizuki. Please... Don't stare..." You begged him, beginning to feel uncomfortable in your navel.

"But you're so beautiful... (name)." He leaned in closer, taking your wrists in his grip and pulling them towards his chest. His eyes roamed over your exposed chest, making you look away in embarrassment.  He leaned down, carefully cupping one mound in his hand. He massaged it, making you express a little moan. Taking the other in his mouth, his swirled his tongue around in spiralling patterns; which made your skin tingle as though electrified. Enveloped in the pleasure Mizuki was making you experience, you barely felt him removing your skirt, only noticing when he suddenly rubbed the inside of your leg with his free hand.

"Aaah! M-Mizuk- ki!" You couldn't help but release a small moan when he inserted one finger into you. With a sly glance he inserted another finger, pumping them in you at an agonizingly slow speed. You found it hard to breathe in-between your small gasps of pleasure, but you managed to choke out a broken sentence. "Mizuki don't... tease...me...!"

"Oh? You are a dirty little kitten aren't you?" He upped the pace of his actions considerably, making you squirm slightly. With his other hand he squeezed your left boob in time with his thrusts, all the while sucking and teasing your right with his tongue. Within a few minutes of his pleasurably routine, you found yourself close to the edge. Gritting your teeth, you crumpled up the bed sheets in your fists; attempting to ride out the unbearable amount of pleasure surging though your body in waves of fire. Mizuki looked up suddenly, his expression one of faint alarm.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, slowing down the pace of his fingers until they became still. Not wanting to miss out on your climax, you nodded vigorously.

"Faster! M-Mizuki I'm..." Unable to form any more words you threw your head back with a loud moan, and Mizuki did as you requested; speeding up until you felt the bubble of pleasure burst. You arched your back, curling your toes to ride it out to the utmost. Spasms racked your body and sent shivers dancing up your spine, goose bumps forming involuntarily. When the climax had, regrettably, ended, you met gazes with Mizuki, who had gotten undressed in the process of your ejaculation. His cock was lean and long, already a thin stream of pre-cum dribbling from his shaft. You sat up, panting heavily. He looked awkward, unsure of what to do next. Rolling your eyes, you beckoned him back onto the bed. You pointed to a spot in front of you with a blush, avoiding his piqued stare.

"Kneel." You only managed to form one word of command, but Mizuki made no protest and knelt as he was told. Daring a sly glance at him, you grabbed his member; making him grit his teeth in response. You traced you fingers up and down his length, making him emit light moans that gurgled in his chest. Another trickled of pre-cum dripped from his erect member, and you licked it up with a coy glance at the blushing boy. He met your gaze, but only briefly, as he screwed up his eyes and moaned in pleasure at your touch. You swirled you tongue around the tip of his cock, similar to the pattern he had used to tease you minutes few ago. Whilst sucking continuously on his quivering manhood, you used one hand to stroke his length in sync with your tongue; this sequence repeating until he grabbed the back of your head, pushing you all the way down onto his member. With a final groan he came down your throat, filling your mouth with a salty tasting liquid that had a ghosted trace of bitter-sweet in its after taste. Swallowing his load you licked your lips with a dramatic wink and a flourish, of to which Mizuki's response was a shaky thumbs up and a devilish grin. Rising, he took your hand in his own and pulled back the quilt on his bed. He gestured for you to get in, but you shook your head. Looking puzzled, you explained your exhausted lover.

"I want something to put on, I don't want to freeze."

"I'll keep you warm." The tanned boy teased, but pulled his boxers on and headed for the door. "I'll be back, don't go anywhere kitten."

"Would I dare?" You called after him as he left the room, and you heard his faint laugh echoing in the corridor. He was back in what seemed like seconds few, holding your underwear that you had removed to get in the costume from earlier; of which now lay crumpled on Mizuki's bedroom floor. You redressed and slid into bed by the now dozing Mizuki; his soft breathing calming and rhythmic. However he opened one blue-green eye and smiled gently as you settled down. He kissed your forehead, ruffling your hair in a teasing fashion. You both fell into a deep, contented sleep, forelocks pressed together; you arms pushed against his chest and his encircling you in a protective position.

"Night kitten."

"Meow." He laughed softly and pulled you closer, your breathing blending into one as you fell asleep in your lover's arms.