Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Erotic ❯ Starshots, Starbucks, and Stardom ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimers: I do not own YYH or any of its characters. If I did then college tuition would not be a problem. I do NOT own Starbucks. If I did, then I'd have no need to write fanfiction.

This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual situations, nudity, sadomasochism and the heavy involvement of the porn industry. If you don't like this or the coupling, get out and save yourself some time.

AU possibly some OOCness. Kurama is a sophomore in college. Karasu comes back but as a very popular porn photographer, but has no memory of what happened. Find out what happens when they meet again. KarasuXKurama.

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I am so sorry for taking so long. Saturdays are my usual days that I work on my fanfiction, but I've been very busy these Saturdays and Sundays are my volunteer days. Then I had so many projects, essays and homework assignments at school. And I'm a senior in high school, so I have the stress for college applications too. And for two weeks, I stressed myself to finish some works so that I could give it to my English teacher to the Scholastic writing contest. (I'm entering for novel writing.) Sorry about all this. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

And you guys are amazing! Thanks for all the reviews. And this chapter will be dedicated for all those who are suffering from the hurricanes.

And yes Karasu/Raven will get it on with Kurama, but with Kurama being all twitchy and stuff; it will require a few events to break him into Karasu's charm. And hey when you're poor and have too much pride to ask for help, you'll do anything.

And anything underlined in Karasu's dialogue means that he's speaking in another language to someone else.

Without further ado, here's chapter 5.

Chapter 5: Starshots, Starbucks, and Stardom

"Look here bitch," replied Raven. "I don't give a rat's ass about convenience, you're going to get on that plane before I fucking get my bloody bodyguards to carry your ass up there."

"You're kidding right?" answered Kurama at the airport.

"Hell no. I paid for this damn private plane and you are going to get on it before I go and force you. Would you like that sort of embarrassment? Or would you prefer to be a man and get on the damn plane."

"You never told me where we're going."

"We're going to Maui Hawaii for a photo shoot. For the time being, Erotic magazine is going to have a beach edition."

"My first photo shoot is going to be in Hawaii?"

"Your point being??"

"…"

"Irrelevant."

"I have school Karasu."

"No you don't. Your schedule states that you don't need to be in school for 3 days. So head on up the plane, Itooshi."

"Don't call me that."

"You call me Karasu so I call you Itooshi. It's only fair. Now get in the plane."

-----Airplane

"Ah Mr. Cortez it's good to see you again," replied the flight attendant.

"Likewise Ai-chan."

The flight attendant blushed and directed Karasu to his seat. "You have someone else sitting with you correct?"

"Yes. See that red head over there with my other pornies?"

"Yes."

"He's going to be sitting with me."

"Right away Mr. Cortez." Ai quickly led Kurama right next to Karasu. "Here he is sir."

"Thank you dear."

Kurama sat on Karasu's right. "And why did you make me sit here?"

"I want to be close to you, that's all. You can talk to my other models but I'd prefer if you were right here where it's safe."

"Safe?? I hardly call sitting next to you safe."

"Oh shut up before I blow you again," replied Karasu while retying his long hair in a ponytail. "Besides I wanted to talk to you about what you're going to be doing. All the other models on this plane have been in photo shoots longer than you have. You're just a newbie."

Kurama didn't answer. He was still a bit shocked how straight forward and unwavering Karasu was towards him. Actually that's how Karasu had always been, but it seemed more different because the demon Karasu never mentioned fellatio or any sexual methods of pleasure. Sure he touched him and played with his hair, but the old Karasu was never so…sex crazy.

Raven took out a mirror from his bag and started to put on some simple silver hoop earrings on his ears. It looked like he was about to put one on his tongue, but Kurama guessed that Karasu did that to scare him.

"What other places do you have pierced?"

"Ear lobes, bellybutton, uhh… I used to have one on my nose and I once had a King Albert but got it removed two years ago."

"Um-bree-go?"

"Umbligo. At your rate you're going to fail your fucking English class for not pronouncing the L correctly. And it means bellybutton in Spanish."

"Well you don't have to be so rude about my pronunciation."

"Americans are mean assholes. Better get it right if you want to fit in."

"I'm not going to live in America, and what's a Keengu Arbert?"

"A King Albert is a piercing in your penis."

"What!?"

"That's not the best part. The King Albert is where the ring goes through your urethra and the ball rests at the tip." [1]

Kurama grew a few shades whiter.

"The Prince Albert is the ring going through the head." [2]

Kurama unconsciously touched his crotch as if he was in pain. "W-Why did you DO THAT!?"

"I dunno. It seemed cool at the time. Well it still is cool. You don't need a girl or guy to make you happy after you get a piercing like that."

"And how old were you?"

"Um… 17 and I did it back in the states. Over there you have to be 18 or older to do anything without your parents' consent. I just happened to be a good friend of the guy who owned the tattoo and piercing parlor."

"My perception for you as a person has changed."

"Yeah and I got a tattoo too, but I got that when I was 21. There was too much to risk and my parents would have tossed me out of the house, them being strict Catholics and all."

"Is your mother Catholic?"

"No, she became Catholic as she dated my dad. My dad's side wouldn't have let him marry her if she hadn't been of the same religion. But funny my mom is more devoted than my dad is."

"I see."

"Go to hell."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. I thought you were going to degrade my religion."

"No, never."

"What are you anyway?" the youkai asked causally.

"Me? Well I'm not anything."

"Not even Shinto?"

"Not really."

"Here's for future reference: you can talk about politics all you want with me, but as far as religion goes… you have no right to talk about it at all. You atheists have no right at all to discuss religion." [3]

"I didn't say anything."

"Keep it that way."

"Are you bipolar or something?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's just that when I moved to Japan I got a lot of bullshit with a lot of atheists. So yeah… I have a thing against people like that."

"I respect what you are."

Karasu smiled at Kurama, eliciting a small blush from the red head. "Thanks. Here," he said as he took off a necklace with a small marquisate cross, "I want you to have this. My godmother gave it to me on my first communion." Karasu clipped the necklace on Kurama.

"You didn't have to do that!" piped Kurama in embarrassment. "I mean this must have been very valuable to you and your godmother gave it to you and all and I just can't accept it."

Karasu merely closed his eyes, smiled then opened his beautiful blue eyes; "It is a insult in my Japanese culture not to accept a gift."

-----Maui, Hawaii

It had been a few hours since they had landed in Maui. The models were taken to a five-star hotel behind the beach, where they each received their own suite with king size beds and a private pass for the pool and hot tub. Kurama was very surprised that Karasu had not suddenly come up with the excuse that "Oops, looks like there is only one room left. Guess we'll have to share…" or anything that caused them two to be in the same room, in the same twin size bed, and using the same blanket. But Raven had sort of abandoned him when he was shown to his room at the hotel. It was like he had other concerns than to sexually harass the fox demon or tell him of his peculiar life story.

Kurama had finished putting his clothes away when a soft knock on the door was heard.

"It's open," he replied.

Raven stepped into the lavish and expensive room, fumbling with his camera in his hands, trying to assemble it, while walking towards Kurama.

"Tomorrow we start the photo shoot. Eat a good dinner and get some rest so you can adjust to the time difference."

"Very well. Raven?"

"Yes?" finally looking at Kurama in his eyes.

"Nothing."

Raven only did a half smile. "I see. Well you can come and eat with me if you like. I know this place a little well. And never hesitate to ask me anything okay?"

"Okay."

----Flashback

Knock, knock.

"Coming!" yelled Kurama.

Knock, knock.

"I said I'm coming!" he replied finally opening the door.

"Hello Itooshi."

Kurama almost wanted to choke Raven for coming to his out unexpectedly, but he couldn't, seeing that he had two big bodyguards behind him.

"Akira you go into his room and take any clothes he may need. Nobuo, you take anything that he may need from the bathroom." Raven had given each of them a suitcase, Akira getting the bigger one, and Nobuo receiving the smaller one. "Meet me at the limo."

"Yes sir," they answered.

"Karasu what the hell are you doing!?" fumed the red head.

"Hey I can do whatever I like. And besides you should have met me an hour ago at my building."

"What are you talking about?"

"In your schedule, it says that today you have to be in a photo shoot. And are you at my office? No."

"What? Today? I'm supposed to be there tomorrow."

"I'm trying to make some time with the space that I rented in Maui. Now come on."

"I'm not going anywhere without you telling me."

Karasu sighed in frustration, and squeezed the bridge between his eyes. "You ask too many questions." Suddenly Raven lifted Kurama off his feet and carried him over his shoulder, like one of those dramatic hero-swoon scenes.

"What are you doing?!" yelled Kurama, trying to kick and hit the crow anywhere to see if it would put him down. "This is really a gross exercise of your authority over me. I advise you to put me down right this instant."

"How about…no?"

"We have the stuff Mr. Cortez," replied Nobuo coming from the bathroom, followed by Akira from the bedroom.

"Good job. Let's get going before my suitcase over here gets too jumpy."

And with that, Karasu had "swept Kurama off his feet" to his black limo. Kurama had complained very little along the way, with Karasu's bodyguards being on the other area of the limo and that there was not much to say at all. The limousine had finally stopped to its destination: the airport.

----End of Flashback

`That was too embarrassing," thought Kurama turning a bit red at the thought. `I hope Karasu doesn't pull off a stunt like that again. Next time, I'll be prepared if he tries it again. Ugh I could have sworn that he smacked my butt on the way down to the limousine. It's so typical of him. I think I'm starting to miss the old Karasu again…just a little though.'

---- Next morning, hotel

The night before, Kurama had eaten a simple dinner, being that be was not that hungry. That morning his stomach growled loudly in hunger and possessed him to go to the hotel lobby in his pajamas.

"I see you're not a morning person, are you Itooshi?" said Raven, sitting on one of the tables in the breakfast area, sipping some hot coffee and spreading cream cheese and strawberry jelly onto his toasted blueberry bagel.

Kurama glared at Karasu, which wasn't so menacing since he had that grouchy-sleepy baby look on his face. "Go to hell."

"Whoa, looks like the mornings trigger disgruntled attitudes that leads to rudeness," he bit his bagel and wiped his mouth from any jelly or cream cheese that could have been around his face. "Want a bite?"

"No thanks," groaned Kurama, walking closer to the coffee.

Raven grabbed Kurama by the arm and sat him on his lap. "There you go. Nice and comfy?"

Kurama looked like he was about to sleep, but the tilting of his head had jerked him back to alertness. "Come on, Raven this isn't funny. Let me get my coffee okay?"

"What you need is a shower," replied Karasu, pulling down Kurama to his lap as he tried to escape. "And better coffee. This coffee is too mediocre. After the shoot I'll treat you to some REAL coffee, okay?"

"I guess…" Not exactly knowing what café meant. "Can I go now?"

"No, I won't let you go until you've had a bite of my bagel."

Kurama rolled his sleepy eyes and reached to seize the bagel, but Raven had pulled back. "Na, ah ah. I'll let you go if you bite it while I hold it."

"Ugh do I have to?"

"Do you want that shower?"

"Fine…" the red head sighed exasperatedly and bit the bagel while Karasu held on to it. Kurama could see the satisfied look on the crow's face as he chewed on the bagel. He really wanted to just punch the pornographer right in his face and hope he'd die from a brain hemorrhage.

His taste buds elicited a sensuous pleasure that woke him up a little more. He no longer cared that Karasu was taking pleasure with the spectacle and that he was tapping his legs up and down, so that he could feel Kurama vibrate under him. The taste of the American breakfast item had really caught his attention, so he took another bite, and another and another, until he snatched it away from Karasu's grasp and took it upstairs to his room, enjoying every bit of the taste.

"Hey you stole my bagel!"

-----1:30 pm, Maui Beach

"Okay girls I want you crawl around the beach like no one is there and it's only you two alone. Excellent. That's excellent, ladies. Now kept going."

The whole crew had been taking photos for three hours at the beach. Karasu was obviously the main photographer that commanded the models to do their poses. And he was really good at it too.

"Yes, now Rei I want you to lick up Karin's breasts… yeah that's it girls."

Snap, snap, chiku, chiku, chiku.

All the models were irresistible. It was no wonder why Erotic magazine was the best in Japan and one of the most prestige in the world. Playboy was nothing compared to Erotic. The girls were all made of plastic and were blonde. There were no distinct features in any of the women that made them look `wow.' Blonde, skinny, and plastic, that was all that Hugh Hefner could offer to the world, but Raven Cortez offered a variety of people.

Asian, European, Latin American, African, North American, he had them all, excluding Indian and Arab for their strict rules. There were only but a few that was actually made of plastic or had any sort of surgery. The breasts were never larger than a D, unless they were natural. Erotic magazine was about what people really liked in a human. It was not about bringing the "ideal woman or man" since the ideal man/woman was different for everyone. Raven had brought people with natural luster and used his talents to make them shine brighter than any erotica model.

Essentially, Erotic was all about beauty being in the eye of the beholder, and fetishes. Strange, sick, dirty, lusty, steamy fetishes.

"Shuuichi Minamino you're up next," yelled an assistant.

Kurama walked to the area where the assistant hand pointed out to him. The youkai was definitely nervous and indignant about the whole situation.

`And how did I get myself into this again?'

"Okay Itooshi," replied Karasu fumbling with his camera and hanging it around his neck. "I know this is your very first shoot, but I know that you can do this. There was a reason why I chose you and I want you to do the best that you do. Don't worry, it'll be over soon enough."

"That's easier said than done," answered Kurama, wearing a robe to cover him.

Raven wore loose black slacks accompanied with a black silk oxford shirt that was unbuttoned all the way to the bottom, exposing his perfectly chiseled six-pack and the bellybutton ring he spoke of. He wore no shoes whatsoever, and his long black hair was in a messy ponytail. Although Kurama really did not want to admit, in the back of his mind he was lusting after the crow demon.

"It won't take long! I promise it won't! Look if you can do this without any complaints, I myself will give you the release you'll beg for."

"Release? Wait what are-Ohhh…"

"Like that?" Raven's hand had "wandered" its way into Kurama's robe and "accidentally" began to stroke his member.

"Mr. Cortez don't do this, please," whimpered Kurama against Karasu's chest. "You're -ahh- you're embarrassing me."

"All the guys have to be teased before we take the pictures. And I know that you like this. Just hang tight and I'll put you out of your misery. Then we can go to Starbucks and get some REAL coffee. Thank God Hawaii is part of the USA."

Kurama leaned more to Raven's delicate touches, "This isn't the time to be thinking of these things."

"You're right," the crow replied letting go of Kurama's sex. "Take off the robe and go right over there."

The fox's face turned a few shades redder and very slowly, removed his robe. Karasu looked at his watch and quickly grabbed the robe and pulled it away from Kurama.

"Raven!"

"Hey I'm on a tight schedule here, now start posing before I put us in a porno and label it as `hetero' so the guys can see it." Kurama glared at Karasu; Karasu glared back. "I'm dead serious. You're the last person to take pictures of and I only have thirty minutes left to the beach. Now hurry the hell up."

Still blushing in embarrassment, Kurama went to his designated spot and waited for Karasu to tell him what to do. The youkai had crossed his arms in desperation and tapped his foot against the soft, silky sand. `What's taking him so long?'

When he did look at Raven, he could have sworn to any high being that he wanted to kill him in that instant. Karasu was on his cell phone rambling on and on about café and Starbucks. His face seemed disgruntled and tired, yet he still continued on to speak, almost yelling at the person at the other side of the phone. Looking closely at Karasu, Kurama noticed dark circles around his eyes with traces of puffiness in them. `He looks like he didn't get any sleep… but why do I still think he cried as well? His eyes are not red, but appear to be on the brink of tears. What could have happened to him that I did not know?'

Karasu finished his call after almost cursing out the caller and placing an order of coffee. He carefully placed his flip-phone in his pants and got focused on his work. He looked at Kurama intently, as if he was searching for a specific pose that would arouse people. But to him, honestly though, any pose that Kurama would be aroused him even with the thought. Yet he was serious about what he was doing. Most people think that it is easy to be a photographer, especially on that deals with pornography, but that is never the case. A true artist puts a lot of thought and soul into their photographs. Karasu did not seem to be `undressing' the fox, or imagining some super kinky-erotic fantasy. He had a very stern face and moved around in such a manner (bending down, stretching from one limb to the other, etc) that it was impossible to think that he was only playing around.

"Okay…" replied Raven after his deep contemplation. He licked his lips, only to wet them and taste the saltiness of the ocean's mist that sprayed whenever the tides came close. "I want you to lay down on this veil, but on your back. And let your head point toward me."

Kurama obeyed.

"Roll around the veil, but sort of take it with you and don't cover your groin." He stopped and looked at the pose. "Okay now roll just to lie on your side. Excellent, now give me a curious, "Did I do that?" look."

It was difficult to make an innocent look like that. But Kurama had to try. The youkai tried to imagine being with someone attractive to get that impression, but every time he tried, the person of his imagination would form into Karasu. Kurama smacked himself mentally. `Okay so that doesn't work… what will?'

Like as if he read Kurama's mind, Raven replied, "Imagine you're all alone and you're doing something naughty. I'm quite sure that at one point in your life you did something like that in your room."

Kurama blushed and sort of gave a confused look.

Chiku.

"Beautiful," said Karasu. "Now do something like that but give me a more horny look."

Shuuichi's eyes widened. "Come on don't give me that look. Everyone's gotten horny at least once before. And you're no exception either."

"I don't think I can do this Mr. Cortez," he replied sitting up, not noticing that he spread his legs.

Chiku.

"Whoa did you just take a picture of me!?" suddenly closing his legs.

"Of course I did, and let me tell you right now that that was just lovely. How about we do this? Pretend that no one was here and that you're all alone and you want to give yourself some release."

Kurama blushed again and closed his eyes. `This shouldn't be too hard. I guess maybe I could just step down a little from my usual state of properness and just try to do what I do when I'm alone.' Despite most of Kurama's friends accuse him of being asexual, the redhead was anything but it. Yes it was true that Kurama was very proper and very much a gentlemen, but there was a little perverseness in him. Two very large factors had caused him to think dirty thoughts at night and touch himself whenever no one was a home: his demon and side.

As Youko Kurama, the ultimate thief and beautiful sex fiend, Kurama always had heated nights where he couldn't help but to touch himself repeatedly until he gained full satisfaction. As Shuuichi Minamino, he had all the male sex hormones going through his system and he had entered his "wonder years" as a human, sort of forcing him to get these perverted thoughts into his head. But in the end, Kurama didn't mind it at all. Under his whole appropriate and prickish behavior, there was a real real horny fox that was always aching to have some release. In reality of this whole revelation, all this was the real reason why he wanted to live in his own apartment in college: to be carefree and have freedom to masturbate as much as he wants.

Because Kurama had been thinking of his whole nymphophilic experiences, he did not become aware that he had been touching himself thoroughly and making many faces at the camera. Hell, he didn't know that people were around him! To him, he thought he was only jerking off in one spot, when in fact he was a mover: he rolled, moved, bucked his hips, and not only touched his sex, but his abs, thighs, chest, neck… oh the whole thing had not only made Karasu rock hard, but turned on some of the men and women, both straight and gay.

When Kurama reached his climax, he realized what he had done and that everyone, especially Karasu had been taking pictures of him. More cameras snapped, being that his seed was spilled on his stomach and would make a wonderful collection to "Body Fluid Fetish" section of one of the magazine editions. "Oh God what did I just do?"

Yes the boy was very mortified at his actions. Yes he wanted to crawl under a rock and just die. Yes he felt that the world was coming to an end. And yes, in the back of his mind he had thought of Raven during his whole "thinking" process.

"Well you just gave me a lot to see and work with Itooshi," answered Karasu. "Beautiful. Simply beautiful. I am 100% convinced that you are model material." He turned to look at his staff, "Okay guys that's a wrap! Let's all go get some rest." He turned back to see Kurama and handed him his robe. "Here put it on and get dressed. I suggest that you bath too, unless… you'd like me to-"

"Not a chance," replied Kurama snatching his robe and putting it on.

"Fine, fine, I'll come after you later. See you then."

-----45 minutes later

"Are you done?"

"Yes, why?"

"So we can go to Starbucks. I've been dying for some good coffee, now come on."

"You didn't say café again."

"I'm more aware now. When I'm not aware when I talk, I start mixing foreign words together." Karasu walked Kurama to the closest Starbucks, which was only four blocks away from the hotel, and still spoke. "I remember a few years ago when I was talking to some important people from Korea about my business. I was talking to them in perfect Korean, but then I noticed that at one point of my presentation, they were all confused. At first I thought that perhaps I said too many words, but then I knew it couldn't have been true because they were big business men. The one of them told me, `Um Mr. Cortez, what language are you speaking in?' I said, `In Korean. Did I accidentally speak in Japanese?' The guy replied, `No, we all know our Japanese, but you were speaking to us in Italian sir.' I never felt so embarrassed, but the guys understood and we laughed about it. So to avoid those kinds of mistakes, I try to be aware when I speak."

"I see. When are you not aware?"

"Usually with my family, real close friends and you. I don't have any idea why I forget to speak Japanese with you, but I do. I hope you can forgive me when I do it."

"It's fine. You are polylingual. I can imagine that it does get kind of difficult to stick to one language sometimes."

"Yeah it does…"

They entered the coffee shop and Karasu looked like he was experiencing heaven. The dominant smell of fresh coffee and coffee beans had made Kurama a little tipsy, but soon enough, he learned to like the smell. It was a very pleasant scent that reminded the fox of his mother. His mother loved making coffee in the mornings and loved to experiment with different kinds of coffee beans every week. So every week Kurama would wake up to a new smell and drink a bit of the coffee his mother made. The Starbucks had sort of reminded him of home.

"Want a coffee?"

"No thank you."

"Fine, just sit over there and wait for me okay?"

"Okay."

Kurama waited for about five minutes, when Raven had returned with two Venti and one tall cup of coffee and three large boxes of milk chocolate covered cherries, dark chocolate covered raspberries and dark chocolate covered espresso beans. [4] "Here," replied Karasu, giving him the tall, which was the smallest size available.

"Oh I didn't want one."

"Too bad because I got it for you. It's just a mocha latte. And I got you these chocolates." Karasu gave him the three large boxes of chocolates. "Enjoy them while they last."

Kurama was speechless for a while as he looked at the chocolates, then at his coffee. "Karasu you really didn't need to give me all three of them."

"I wanted to, and I had the money. I couldn't have just let you watch me drink coffee and you have nothing. So like the coffee?" he asked drinking a bit from his Venti cup.

Kurama took a sip, "It's very good."

Karasu smiled. "Glad you liked it. See why I made such a big deal coming here?"

"Well not such a big deal to yell at someone on the phone."

"I didn't drink enough coffee in the morning. It was just so shitty that I couldn't drink another cup." A smile elicited from Kurama's face. "What are you smiling about?"

"You did it again."

"What tongue did I speak this time?'

"Engrish and Espanyoru."

"English and Español. You're taking an English language class right?"

"Yes."

"I'll tutor you in regards to pronunciation."

----12:45 AM, Hotel

"I didn't know that Hawaiian food was that good," replied Kurama.

"Yeah neither did I. I kind of forgot how it tasted like. Glad you enjoyed dinner."

"Thanks," yawning a little. "So when do we go back to Japan?"

"Tomorrow."

"Good. I already miss home."

Karasu smiled, "I can imagine. Is this your room?"

"Yeah," he answered, opening the door with the new fangled key cards. He half expected for Raven to ask if he could come in. But it never came. This disappointed him a little, but he shouldn't really expect anything like that from this new Karasu.

"Good night."

"Good night, Raven."

Before Kurama could enter his room, Karasu pulled him back to the hall and kissed him in the lips. At first Kurama tried to pull Raven away from him, but damn, he had to admit that Karasu was one hell of a kisser. Raven nibbled Kurama's bottom lips, asking for permission to enter his mouth, and was granted. The cool feeling of Karasu's velvet tongue had made the hairs of the youkai's neck stand up in excitement. Karasu was more than happy with tasting the hint of pineapple that Kurama ate earlier and the young man's own flavor in his mouth.

The two pulled away to get some fresh air and continued to kiss. Karasu hands slipped from Kurama's back to his ass, squeezing it a little hard to feel its firmness, and lifted him against the wall, which caused Kurama to automatically wrap his legs around Karasu.

Karasu's heated kisses traveled down to Kurama's neck and kissed it with a lot of hunger, not getting enough of the taste of the fox's skin. Their hips started to buck together, making their hard ons even harder, educing soft moans from one another.

But when Kurama felt Karasu's erection against him, that when he had to call it quits. "No that's enough," said Kurama putting his legs back down and pushing the obviously horny goth, away from him.

"What I do?" asked a confused Karasu.

"I don't even know you and you're trying to get me to make out with you and then turn it into sex."

"Well we did make out."

"Just shut up. I'm going to bed," and Kurama slammed the door in Karasu's face.

Karasu's blue eyes reflected a lot of rage and sorrow, but he was not going to take it out on Kurama. `No. I can't let that happen again. I'm not a murderer.' Stepping away and walking to his room, Karasu looked at his painfully huge erection. `This is your entire fault. If you were just something normal or small sized, he wouldn't have made a big deal of it. Me and my monster sized dick…Oh God what's next?'

What neither saw, was that a pair of eyes had seen the whole thing. And the eyes had belonged to a fellow Erotic model.

----Tokyo, Japan

Within a week the beach edition of Erotic magazine had arrived. Kurama has become a very popular model, and Karasu, keeping to his word, only put him in the homosexual editions, which young pervy girls loved to look at.

----End of chapter 5

GAHHH!! I'm done!

[1] Yes OUCH and I am a girl too. I still wonder how the guys can urinate.

[2] I'm 100% sure that's how it's done

[3] Sorry but it's true. You have no right to talk about religion if you're an atheist.

[4] You Starbucks fans know what I'm talking about. That stuff is GOOD

Oooh things are getting more heated up in paradise. Not only have they made out, but someone had caught them! What will happen when Megumi finds out!?

Find out next time in Chapter 6!