"We Are Golden"
Title: “We Are Golden”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed a Wolfen…And I Liked It
Pairing: Kurenai Masao/Fujimori Akane
Rating: R
Notes: Akane belongs to my friend Lissy. She is used with permission.
Summary: “You are golden, Akane. Golden.”
The sight of a paint-covered Kurenai Masao was enough to make Fujimori Akane giggle. Her boyfriend was a classical musician (he played the violin and the cello)/artist, who spent his days either painting or writing music. He was usually covered in ink from writing his sheet music, but on the days when he was painting, well, she just enjoyed them more. He looked like a living piece of abstract art.
“Akane, my love.” Masao greeted her with a warm smile and shining dark eyes. “Welcome to my studio… where I create art…
“Masa-kun, you look like a walking Picasso painting.” She teased, coming over to him and kissing the one bit of his cheek that wasn’t covered in paint. She giggled “What have you been up to, today?”
“Come look.” Masao gestured her to follow him, taking her hand in his and guided her to the canvas he’d been painting on. It was a painting of Akane in bed, portrayed, as the goddess Masao had always seen her as. “Do you like it, my love?”
“Oh, Masa-kun…” Akane breathed, her heart almost stopping. She was taken aback (and thrilled that she was not nude). “It’s so beautiful…”
“Do you like it?” He asked. “I made it or you.” He embraced her from behind and kissed her cheek. She barely cared that he was getting paint al over her. “I wanted the world to see you as I see you… as my muse, my goddess.”
The large image of her on the canvas stole her breath and she turned a brilliant shade of vermillion as she turned to face her lover and his brilliant smile. “Masao, it’s absolutely gorgeous. I adore it, Masao.”
He beamed. “Really?”
She had to smile back. “Oh yes….I do. I just have no idea where I’m gong to put it…. And don’t you DARE say I should put it over my bed.”
“Well, I figured it could stay in my bedroom over my bed…” Masao gave her a little smirk before breathing in her ear, “…a room only you and I will ever see it in.”
“You go so overboard sometimes.” She murmured, very aware of what his hands were doing.
“I do it because you are my muse, my inspiration, a goddess, a gift… I do it…” Masao paused for half a second. “…because I am hopelessly in love with you and I am so worried you’ll find someone better that…well, who wouldn’t want to keep their love?”
“Who better for a genius than a muse?” Akane assured him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, getting paint all over as she leaned in for a kiss. “Who knows you better than I do, my love?”
There was only one answer to that. “No one.”
She ruffled his messy hair and gave his nose a light kiss. “I love you, Masa-kun.”
“I know, Kane-chan.” His smile was warm and then he breathed into her ear. “You’re golden, Fujimori Akane. Golden.”
They shared a kiss at that, Masao’s hands touching warm, slightly tanned skin, wondering how he’d been so lucky for fate to be so kind to him when it had been so cruel to his grandfather.
Suddenly, Akane felt Masao’s thumb brush against her skirt, pressing into the skin, happening to land right above the crescent moon mark on her right thigh. The sudden, swift movement caused Akane to gasp, eyes flashing a soft golden color.
“Was that too forward, darling?” Masao breathed against her lips.
He watched those lips curve into a very familiar smirk and he chuckled, knowing full well what was coming next.
“You should know better.” Akane murmured, eyes turning a darker gold as she felt him slid down the zipper of her sundress, his hands eagerly roaming her skin.
“Let’s say that I don’t for the sake of argument.” Masao murmured as he heard the tear of his shirt.
Don’t play with me, Kurenai.” Akane warned as they broke apart, watching as his own markings began to surface, a dark crimson and deep blue, creeping over his cheeks and into his eyes. “I’m dangerous.”
“I admit, Akane… the mating rituals of Fangire are different than Wolfen… you will have to fill me in. “His eyes flashed in response to the beautiful violet Wolfen markings that had begun to blossom over her skin. “But I imagine that you enjoy playing, yes?”
As they spoke, they began to circle one another, stripping down to just underwear, eyes never quite leaving each other. The air was thick with tension and Masao coud have sworn that he smelled a whiff of Wolfen pheromones.
“Wolfen enjoy a good bit of teasing from their mates.”
“Oh, so I’m your mate?”
“Oh yes…” A smile. “I wear your violin charm and you wear my fang. When Wolfen pick mates, they mate forever… I gave you my fang to mark you as mine. Why would you ever think I’d want another?”
“Your father cannot stand me. Neither can your mother. I committed no crime… save for the unfortunate fate of sharing my grandfather’s face?”
“You let me handle my parents, lover.” Akane soothed. A smirk. “Now, are you going to stand there and stare at me or do I have to make the first move?”
Masao smirked, snapped his fingers and a tango began to play in the background. Akane wasn’t even sure how he’d set that up, but when he held out his hand to hers, she decided questioning wasn’t really a good idea.
She was suddenly pulled into a tango and the two glide across the studio, moving in times with the music. They moved in perfect harmony together, the heat between them rising slowly to the surface.
Masao twirled her around and pulled her close, allowing their lips to touch in warm, hungry kisses as he managed to press her against a nearby wall, managing to knock over a few cans of paint, splattering the paint in a million directions. Obvious, they continued, Masao’s fingers deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside before they managed to fall onto the floor, covered in paint.
“I don’t know if you know this…” Akane chose that moment to purr into Masao’s ear. “…but we Wolfen, we like to play. I know I mentioned it earlier…”
“Whereas, we Fangire, well, we are much more direct.” Masao used his considerable strength (he was full Fangire and a cellist to boot; cellos were far from light instruments), and pinned Akane down on, of all things, a canvas he had on the floor. “We prefer to seduce and destroy… well, maybe destroy is a bad choice of words…”
“What, no play?” Akane teased.
Masao simply smiled and bent his head down for a nuzzle and a kiss.
Sometime later, they were still lying on that canvas, Masao content to paint little hearts on Akane’s warm skin with his fingers. The room was still heavy with the scent of lovemaking and paint and the afterglow was warm and comforting.
“Am I your canvas now?” Akane half teased, wondering how in the world she was going to get the pink paint out of her hair.
“You could say that.” Masao mused. He sighed softly and then, using black paint, he traced a heart on her chest, just above her own heart. He drew and arrow next to that heart and then began writing something in Kanji.
“What are you doing?” Akane asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Marking what’s mine.” He replied simply. “Your heart? That’s mine. I’m not foolish enough to try to lay a claim to your body.”
Akane smiled softy at that and let him continue, her fingers swirling around a pool of dark red paint near her, the studio covered in the evidence of their lovemaking and painting. When he came up to kiss her, she stroked over his neck and face, before managing to stroke out her name over his own heart.
“And your heart?” She murmured as his lips hovered just above hrs. “That’s mine, too.” There was a pause.
“You’re golden, Kurenai Masao.” She breathed between his warm kisses, letting her love and affection carry her away. Golden."
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed a Wolfen…And I Liked It
Pairing: Kurenai Masao/Fujimori Akane
Rating: R
Notes: Akane belongs to my friend Lissy. She is used with permission.
Summary: “You are golden, Akane. Golden.”
The sight of a paint-covered Kurenai Masao was enough to make Fujimori Akane giggle. Her boyfriend was a classical musician (he played the violin and the cello)/artist, who spent his days either painting or writing music. He was usually covered in ink from writing his sheet music, but on the days when he was painting, well, she just enjoyed them more. He looked like a living piece of abstract art.
“Akane, my love.” Masao greeted her with a warm smile and shining dark eyes. “Welcome to my studio… where I create art…
“Masa-kun, you look like a walking Picasso painting.” She teased, coming over to him and kissing the one bit of his cheek that wasn’t covered in paint. She giggled “What have you been up to, today?”
“Come look.” Masao gestured her to follow him, taking her hand in his and guided her to the canvas he’d been painting on. It was a painting of Akane in bed, portrayed, as the goddess Masao had always seen her as. “Do you like it, my love?”
“Oh, Masa-kun…” Akane breathed, her heart almost stopping. She was taken aback (and thrilled that she was not nude). “It’s so beautiful…”
“Do you like it?” He asked. “I made it or you.” He embraced her from behind and kissed her cheek. She barely cared that he was getting paint al over her. “I wanted the world to see you as I see you… as my muse, my goddess.”
The large image of her on the canvas stole her breath and she turned a brilliant shade of vermillion as she turned to face her lover and his brilliant smile. “Masao, it’s absolutely gorgeous. I adore it, Masao.”
He beamed. “Really?”
She had to smile back. “Oh yes….I do. I just have no idea where I’m gong to put it…. And don’t you DARE say I should put it over my bed.”
“Well, I figured it could stay in my bedroom over my bed…” Masao gave her a little smirk before breathing in her ear, “…a room only you and I will ever see it in.”
“You go so overboard sometimes.” She murmured, very aware of what his hands were doing.
“I do it because you are my muse, my inspiration, a goddess, a gift… I do it…” Masao paused for half a second. “…because I am hopelessly in love with you and I am so worried you’ll find someone better that…well, who wouldn’t want to keep their love?”
“Who better for a genius than a muse?” Akane assured him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, getting paint all over as she leaned in for a kiss. “Who knows you better than I do, my love?”
There was only one answer to that. “No one.”
She ruffled his messy hair and gave his nose a light kiss. “I love you, Masa-kun.”
“I know, Kane-chan.” His smile was warm and then he breathed into her ear. “You’re golden, Fujimori Akane. Golden.”
They shared a kiss at that, Masao’s hands touching warm, slightly tanned skin, wondering how he’d been so lucky for fate to be so kind to him when it had been so cruel to his grandfather.
Suddenly, Akane felt Masao’s thumb brush against her skirt, pressing into the skin, happening to land right above the crescent moon mark on her right thigh. The sudden, swift movement caused Akane to gasp, eyes flashing a soft golden color.
“Was that too forward, darling?” Masao breathed against her lips.
He watched those lips curve into a very familiar smirk and he chuckled, knowing full well what was coming next.
“You should know better.” Akane murmured, eyes turning a darker gold as she felt him slid down the zipper of her sundress, his hands eagerly roaming her skin.
“Let’s say that I don’t for the sake of argument.” Masao murmured as he heard the tear of his shirt.
Don’t play with me, Kurenai.” Akane warned as they broke apart, watching as his own markings began to surface, a dark crimson and deep blue, creeping over his cheeks and into his eyes. “I’m dangerous.”
“I admit, Akane… the mating rituals of Fangire are different than Wolfen… you will have to fill me in. “His eyes flashed in response to the beautiful violet Wolfen markings that had begun to blossom over her skin. “But I imagine that you enjoy playing, yes?”
As they spoke, they began to circle one another, stripping down to just underwear, eyes never quite leaving each other. The air was thick with tension and Masao coud have sworn that he smelled a whiff of Wolfen pheromones.
“Wolfen enjoy a good bit of teasing from their mates.”
“Oh, so I’m your mate?”
“Oh yes…” A smile. “I wear your violin charm and you wear my fang. When Wolfen pick mates, they mate forever… I gave you my fang to mark you as mine. Why would you ever think I’d want another?”
“Your father cannot stand me. Neither can your mother. I committed no crime… save for the unfortunate fate of sharing my grandfather’s face?”
“You let me handle my parents, lover.” Akane soothed. A smirk. “Now, are you going to stand there and stare at me or do I have to make the first move?”
Masao smirked, snapped his fingers and a tango began to play in the background. Akane wasn’t even sure how he’d set that up, but when he held out his hand to hers, she decided questioning wasn’t really a good idea.
She was suddenly pulled into a tango and the two glide across the studio, moving in times with the music. They moved in perfect harmony together, the heat between them rising slowly to the surface.
Masao twirled her around and pulled her close, allowing their lips to touch in warm, hungry kisses as he managed to press her against a nearby wall, managing to knock over a few cans of paint, splattering the paint in a million directions. Obvious, they continued, Masao’s fingers deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside before they managed to fall onto the floor, covered in paint.
“I don’t know if you know this…” Akane chose that moment to purr into Masao’s ear. “…but we Wolfen, we like to play. I know I mentioned it earlier…”
“Whereas, we Fangire, well, we are much more direct.” Masao used his considerable strength (he was full Fangire and a cellist to boot; cellos were far from light instruments), and pinned Akane down on, of all things, a canvas he had on the floor. “We prefer to seduce and destroy… well, maybe destroy is a bad choice of words…”
“What, no play?” Akane teased.
Masao simply smiled and bent his head down for a nuzzle and a kiss.
Sometime later, they were still lying on that canvas, Masao content to paint little hearts on Akane’s warm skin with his fingers. The room was still heavy with the scent of lovemaking and paint and the afterglow was warm and comforting.
“Am I your canvas now?” Akane half teased, wondering how in the world she was going to get the pink paint out of her hair.
“You could say that.” Masao mused. He sighed softly and then, using black paint, he traced a heart on her chest, just above her own heart. He drew and arrow next to that heart and then began writing something in Kanji.
“What are you doing?” Akane asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
“Marking what’s mine.” He replied simply. “Your heart? That’s mine. I’m not foolish enough to try to lay a claim to your body.”
Akane smiled softy at that and let him continue, her fingers swirling around a pool of dark red paint near her, the studio covered in the evidence of their lovemaking and painting. When he came up to kiss her, she stroked over his neck and face, before managing to stroke out her name over his own heart.
“And your heart?” She murmured as his lips hovered just above hrs. “That’s mine, too.” There was a pause.
“You’re golden, Kurenai Masao.” She breathed between his warm kisses, letting her love and affection carry her away. Golden."