Who Knew

W.N.: Dedicated to my Hoshi-chan, since not only was it HER laptop this was written on, but it was her going 'KYOU-YUKI!' that put this odd piece of fiction into my demented little head.

I heart you Hoshi-chan. 3

He hated him. At least that is what he told everyone who asked. No one would ever know what those narrow eyed glances really meant.

They were not the looks of hate.

They were the heated glances of lust.

He found it harder, as the year progressed, to keep his hands off of him at school. Well, keep his hands off of him the way he wanted to put them on him…

Slipped into his pants…

Instead, they played a game in public of hard punches and sharp words.

Kissing each others bruises and scrapes.

He watched him out of the corner of his eye, the way he play flirted with Tohru, it was so painfully obvious to anyone who truly knew him…

Hidden secrets shared in the safety of darkness.

He looked his way, purple eyes shining with half concealed lust.

Yuki and Kyou shared a lover's smile.

Tohru had to work that night, and Shigure was hiding somewhere from Mi. They had the entire house to themselves.

Kisses, hot and quick, pressed hard against each other's mouths. Hands, fumbling, grasping at buttons, pulling at shirts. Hands wrapped in each others hair, tangling, holding tightly.

All they truly have…

Proclamations of love, shared at the pinnacle of their union. Heavy breathing, mingling in the air with the thick scent of love making.

Is this moment alone

Kyou lay on top of Yuki, both tired and spent from their moment together. He ran his hands through Yuki's hair. That gorgeous, soft lilac hair. He placed a tender kiss against his head.

Yuki wrapped his arms around Kyou's bare back. He held him close, laying still.

All they have…

They shared stories of those many years when neither saw each other growing up. Between the time Akito saw Kyou's true form and the times Akito stole Yuki away.

"I missed you then," Yuki admitted. "I was alone and there was no one there…" His voice wavered, tears pooled in his gentle eyes.

Kyou felt an odd tinge in his chest, months ago he decided it was the ache of years of lost love.

Is each other… They kissed again, this time slow and gentle. Savoring the taste of each other.

"I'm here now, that's all that matters." Kyou cooed, kissing Yuki's neck slowly, sweetly. He moved down to Yuki's chest, taking a nipple in his mouth. "And I'm not going anywhere again, I promise." Before sucking on Yuki's nipple slowly…

The manuscript was thrown rather rudely onto Shigure's desk. Two teenage boys stood on the other side with barely controlled anger.
"Is this suppose to be amusing?" Yuki asked, his hands balled into fist.

Shigure smiled innocently. "Why Yuki, I don't see what the problem is, I think it is possibly my best yet."

Kyou lunged at across the desk, hands wrapping around Shigure's throat. "You bastard! As if I would ever touch that damn rat like that!"

A foot pressed against Shigure's forehead. Yuki was looming over him while Kyou attempted to strangle him. "You change those names before Honda-san finds any of this."
The dog tried hard not to laugh. "Yes yes, I'll get Mi on it right away."

The two boys left his office in a huff, throwing threats over their shoulders.

Tohru stood in the kitchen, apron half hazardously tied around her dainty waist. "Kyou, Sohma-san, is everything alright?"

Yuki flashed Tohru a reassuring smile. "Of course Honda-san. We just needed to have a discussion with Shigure."

And then he followed Kyou up to his bedroom.

Kyou sat down on the bed, crossing his arms. "As if you'd ever let me be on top." He pouted.

Yuki kissed him softly. "One day Koibito, but I'm having too much fun watching you squirm under me."