''...Come again?'' Miku spluttered. Len simply smiled back, a lazy grin on his face. His blue eyes beckoned her over, heavy-lidded and sensuous.

''Come here, at least,'' he leant his head back, staring up at the ceiling again. Suspiciously, warily, Miku walked over to her bed.

''Now, I want you to use the scarves to tie me to your bed.'' He pushed himself up, expression serious, and Miku stared at him.

''Are you insane?'' she asked bluntly. He smirked and shook his head. Unexpectedly, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, and he pulled her onto his lap. She gasped, but didn't struggle.

''I remember...that,'' he whispered. Miku tensed. ''I can't pretend to know how you felt, but I can guess. Helpless. Weak. Defenceless. Things that people don't like to feel.'' His voice brushed against her ear like a velvet caress.

''What are you trying to drive at?'' she asked, still not struggling. She didn't think he was about to do anything she wouldn't like.

''Well...'' His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek. ''Let's say it's my way of making up to you. I'll be at your mercy, and you can do whatever you want to me afterwards.''

''Anything?'' Miku narrowed her eyes, intrigued by his preposition. ''Even strip you, tie you up and post your naked pictures on the internet?''

''If you can bear letting other girls ogle at me, then yes, you can,'' he turned her head to face him, his full lips tilting up into a smirk. ''Though of course, I'd prefer if you didn't do that.''

Miku rose from his lap and pushed him down onto her mattress. He went down without resistance, just watching her lazily. She took the scarves and bound them tight around his wrists so that he couldn't wriggle free, and the whole time he just stared at her, hunger in his eyes.

Miku straightened, stretching. ''All right, you can stay here until I decide of something suitably embarrassing for you.'' She turned to leave.

''One little kiss won't hurt, won't it?'' he sounded wounded. ''I'm sacrificing my dignity here. You're the only one I ever did this for, you know. Doesn't that deserve something?''

''It serves you right. It's called just rewards, Len. You reap what you sow.''

He pleaded with her using those heart-melting, puppy-dog eyes, and Miku sighed. Well, it's true...one little kiss won't hurt.

She went back to him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leant down and gently, she pressed her lips to his. Len moaned as their lips meshed together, and Miku felt her eyes close. His lips tasted of his usual spicy cinnamon, a taste she adored.

She pulled away, and he hissed, obviously displeased. ''More,'' he rasped, his blue eyes narrowing at her, and she tutted at him.

''Aren't you greedy?'' she smiled down at him. Len hissed again, and she ran her fingers down his cheek. Moving from his face, she let her hands slide down, under his shirt, and he shivered at her touch.

''I thought you were going to leave me bound here,'' he murmured, his blonde hair falling over his blue eyes. Miku brushed his hair away from those cerulean eyes.

''Maybe I changed my mind,'' she shrugged. ''Or I could always just walk away. You can't stop me, can you? You're helpless now, after all.''

''No, stay,'' he bit his lower lip, and Miku smiled. She was sure that was a habit he had picked up from her, and she felt rather...pleased about it. For some reason.

''Because you asked me so nicely, then I'll stay,'' she teased. When had she become so...bad? It had to be Len's influence.

''Is this some form of revenge?''

His plaintive tone made her smile. ''Well, maybe it is,'' she murmured, sliding her hand beneath his head. Lightly, she tugged on the rubber band he was using to tie up his hair, and it slid off, letting his blonde hair loose. It was chin-length, and she let her fingers run through the loose strands. It was silky.

''I wish my hands were free,'' he sulked, and Miku tugged at his shirt collar. His blue eyes snapped back to her, and they were filled with...it looked like hunger. She swallowed.

She had never done this before. The previous time, Len had helped her out of her clothes. And now, she would be the one undressing him. A part of Miku held back, reluctant to make such a bold move, but the rest of her wanted Len that way. So she did as she pleased, not caring about how Len might think of her.

She unbuttoned his shirt, showing off his lean, toned body, and Len sighed, his cool breath washing against her face. Miku shivered.

Boldly, quickly, she stripped, tossing her clothes onto the floor. She was still shy about being totally naked in front of him, but he had already seen her in that state before, and the thought of that helped her overcome her embarrassment. Somewhat.

She saw Len strain at the scarves which bound his wrists, and again she smiled. It made her feel heady that he was so...eager for her.

As though he could never get enough of her. Though she doubted that Len liked her in the way she liked him, it still made her feel giddy that he wanted her so much.

''Miku,'' her name was a rasp as he stared at her, want in those cerulean eyes. ''Come closer. Here. Please. I want...'' his voice trailed off.

Miku obliged, and walking to her bed she climbed up on him, straddling his lean hips, placing her palms flat on his chest.

Len's tongue snaked out, licking his lips. ''Closer,'' was all he said, and she inched closer, until finally she was straddling his shoulders.

That tongue flicked out, against there, and she gasped, clutching the wooden posts of her headboard. Again, his tongue teased her, and it dipped and tasted until she was trembling, almost dying from sheer pleasure.

He tilted his head, looking up at her. Those blue eyes gleamed with evil intent, up at her. ''Do you want any more, Miku?''

''Yes,'' she gasped out. She was on the brink...the brink of something, though she didn't know what. He smirked, as though revelling in the pleasure he had brought her, then lightly, carefully, his tongue flicked out again.

Miku cried out his name, her body clutching thin air as she became a creature of pure pleasure. Her mind blanked out. She didn't know what she was - all she knew was Len's skin, pressed against hers, his warmth and the relaxed joy his skilled tongue had brought her.

''Untie me?'' Len smiled sweetly up at her, and she bit her lower lip, shaking her head, still unable to speak. Her body still trembling, she slid herself back down his body. Her hands went to the zipper of his jeans, sliding the zip down, and she heard his breathing become ragged.

She ran her slender fingers up and down his hard length, and she heard him gasp. Tilting her hips upwards, she sat down, taking him inside her body, and Len moaned.

He made her feel...full. It wasn't uncomfortable, though it took her a while to get used to the feeling of having him in her body. And once she was used to it, she began sliding herself up and down, slowly and leisurely.

''Faster. Harder,'' Len gritted out, pulling against his bindings. She pouted and shook her head, and he actually growled at her, his teeth baring. Miku smirked at him.

Reluctantly, she obliged, slamming her hips against his, and Len's hips jerked up, a moan escaping those lips. Once again, those blonde bangs fell into his eyes, eyes which were narrowed in what seemed like pleasure.

Hesitantly, Miku's hands roamed across his body, brushing lightly over his chest, running over his lean waist. He shivered, and she continued touching him. Her fingers circled his arms, going to his wrists. Teasingly, she massaged his bound wrists, slowing her tempo, and Len hissed.

''Don't slow down,'' he gasped out. Miku narrowed her eyes down at him.

''I'm in charge now,'' she said aggressively, ''so you'd not make any demands, Len Kagamine. Or I'll get up and walk away.''

''Don't you dare,'' Len tossed his head, flicking his hair out of his eyes so he could better glare threateningly at her. Miku glared back, her pace unconsciously quickening.

His eyelids fluttered, and he lost the threatening expression as he moaned her name. She saw his fingers twitch, as though he was itching to touch her. She wondered if she should untie him, but decided not to.

''Stop, stop, get away from me,'' he said breathlessly, and she guessed he was about to...come? What was that word?

But she didn't leave, and he sighed, his body jerking as she felt something warm and sticky shooting inside her. Miku swallowed.

Oh, wait, Len told me that stuff can make me pregnant. Ah well.

''Miku...'' after a minute or so he spoke, his eyes reproachful. ''I warned you.''

She glanced down. There was that white liquid, starting to trickle out of her body, onto her inner thighs, and she stared at it like it was some kind of science experiment gone wrong. Len wanted to sigh again.

God, I hope we don't get into trouble.

''My period was just over,'' she suddenly mumbled. ''You don't need to worry about that. I studied the science textbook.''

Len couldn't help but laugh. ''Miku, that isn't really accurate. But, I suppose that means we're safe.'' He glanced at his wrists. ''Can I be untied now? Please?''

She reached over and untied him, and Len rose, stretching. Rubbing his wrists, he stared at Miku, and Miku stared right back at him.

''Tell me you love me,'' he said, the words slipping past him. He bit his tongue, but it was too late to take them back, and her eyes widened as his words hung in the air between them. Len swallowed.

''Why?'' was all she asked, and Len averted his gaze. I don't know if I should tell her.

''I...I like you,'' he stuttered, his cheeks warming. He wasn't acting like himself, he thought glumly. Miku gasped, her green eyes wide.

Slowly, her hands reached up to cup his face, her face softening into a smile. ''I like you too,'' she admitted softly. ''I've liked you ever since middle school, and even now I still like you.''

Len sat, stunned, for a brief instant. She really does like me back, was his dazed thought.

Then, without thinking, he pulled her to him, his mouth capturing hers. As she kissed him back, Len thought about how idiotic he was, for taking so long to realise his attraction to her.