Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara.

I began to lose myself in the thrill of Ikuto's skin brushing against mine, until, in the corner of my eye, I swore I saw a blond head. Gasping, both at the sensations caused by Ikuto's skilled fingers and the possibility that my date had returned just when I forgot completely about him, i turned toward the bushes where a very worse for wear Tadase stood, gaping at the two of us in shock. He looked rather stupid, with chocolate and lipstick along his right cheek in a long pink-and-brown smear and his mouth hanging wide open.

But his appearance wasn't the first thing on my mind. The first thing on my mind was:

"Oh, crap,"

I gently pushed Ikuto off. He pouted, but, after spotting Tadase, smirked and backed off without much of a fight.

"I can explain."

"But why, Amu-chan? We were having so much fun. And he's certainly liking it. Look at him, he's speechless. Let him enjoy the show." Ikuto lightly nipped my neck and I struggled to stifle a moan.

It took all my willpower to pull away."Oh, stop it, you stupid cat."

"Fine, fine." He sat up straight and shook his ruffled hair back into place.

I awkwardly tugged my half-open shirt back into place, acutely aware of Ikuto's hungry gaze and Tadase's horror-filled stare as they both watched the zipper of my jacket slowly slide up, back to it's place at my collar bone. The quiet buzz of the zipper echoed in the park, condemning me.


"So..." Ikuto prompted.

No reasoning came to mind.

"Well?" Ikuto prodded. "What's the explanation for that soon-to-be session of hot, steamy, sweaty - "

"Shut up." I lightly hit him upside the head, mentally sighing at the dilemma I was in.

Finally, Ikuto broke the period of awkward silence that had descended upon the park.

"Well, I hope you don't mind sharing," he fired at Tadase, "because I don't plan on giving her up." He licked the outer shell of my ear sensually, smirking at the look on Tadase's face. "She's like a drug," he buried his face into the crook of my neck, "and I'm addicted."

A shiver ran down my spine, and my face erupted in a flurry of red.


The thought shouldn't have excited me as much as it did.

I moaned at the feeling of Ikuto sucking gently on my neck.

Tadase spun around and ran.

I quickly gathered my wits and pushed Ikuto off rather roughly. "Ikuto!" I hissed.


"What do you think you're doing?"

He shrugged easily, ducking back into my neck. "Getting rid of the competition," he breathed.

I put my palm against the top of his head and pushed with all my might.

He didn't budge.


He pulled back looking exasperated. "What now?"

I scooted to the edge of the bench, as far away from the guy who radiated sexuality like the sun radiated light as I could. Quickly, I made a decision. Standing up, I started to walk away, pausing to turn back and look at Ikuto, who was lounging on the old park bench like it was the most comfortable throne in the world.

"Are you coming?" I crossed my arms impatiently.

Ikuto grinned. "I plan to."

My face, which had gone back to it's normal shade, flared up again. Stomping over, I grabbed his hand, squeezing unnecessarily hard, and dragged him up. "Let's go."

"Why?" he whined.

"Because, I want to apologize and talk this out like mature adults."

"Do you want to know what else mature adults do?"

It was amazing how he could turn everything that came out of my mouth into something dirty with just a change in his voice and a saucy smirk.

"You're coming, whether you like it or not."

"I'm sure I'll come, but I'd rather if I liked it." There was that smirk. It was somehow teasing and infuriating and charming all at the same time.

"Would you stop that?!"

"Stop what?"

"Stop making everything that I say sound so dirty!" I finally grew aware that I was yelling, and quickly clapped a hand over my mouth.

Ikuto chuckled.

An old woman a couple blocks away turned to look at me.

I blushed, wishing the earth would just open and suck me up.

"You can suck me up anytime, baby," he murmured into my ear. I blushed, realizing I must have voiced my shame out loud.

I spun around, hoping that I smacked him with my ponytail, and walked up the path to the front door. Raising my hand, I knocked on it.

The door open.

Tadase stood there in all his glory. He looked surprised.

"Ikuto and I," I glanced back to find the space he had previously occupied empty, and I felt a surge of panic. "Well, I wanted to apologize for what happened in the park." I took a deep breath. "I made a stupid decision to even try to mess with his mind, because obviously it would be impossible for me to out-pervert the biggest pervert in the world, and I shouldn't have even bothered with – "

Tadase had taken a step forward and clamped down gently on my neck, sucking on a patch of skin opposite the damning little red mark Ikuto had left. "Tell Ikuto that I'll share," he murmured into my ear, "because I'm addicted, too."

Then he pulled back, sent me a small smile, and shut the door.

Absentmindedly, my hand lifted and touched the area Tadase's mouth had just been.

Now I had two marks on my neck, one on each side. That was going to be hard to hide.

I heard a muffled thump! signifying that Ikuto had returned from whatever elevated location he had fled to to watch the show.

I could practically imagine him, arms crossed and smirking in approval.


And Tadase enters again! Who knew that he was so... kinky? Dedicated to Blue -Niagra, for starting the idea off. I don't exactly know how it went into the threesome direction, but... I suffered some serious trauma while writing this. It took me forever, writing and writing and writing, and then, with one stupid click, I lost the whole thing. I went into shock. I couldn't even look at my computer for almost seven minutes. And then I got back on and spent forever rewriting. Review please!

- Red

edit: i don't plan on writing any more to this story, but if you would like to write some sort of continuation, feel free. just pm me so i know. i would love to read it!