WARNING!! THIS IS SHOUNEN-AI!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE, THEN DON'T READ!
Disclaimer: These wonderfull characters belong to Natsuki Takaya and her associates. Not mine.

Kyo was very thirsty. His mouth felt so dry his tongue was sticking to the roof of it. Yeuch. He glanced at the glowing red numbers of his bedroom clock. One thirty a.m.. It seemed that the dryness of his mouth was what had woken him. With a sigh he heaved himself out of bed, grabbing his dressing-gown and heading downstairs to get a drink.
Milk, naturally.
In the grey darkness of the kitchen he stood in his bare feet drinking from the carton.
One thirty a.m..
Yuki wasn't back from the party yet. Kyo knew this because when he had passed Yuki's room on his way downstairs the door had been wide open. And the extremely self-concious Yuki Sohma never slept with his door open. He wondered where he was. Kyo shrugged it off. Why should he care about that damn rat?
Yuki, Kyo and Tohru had been invited to a party at Shuichi Niroko's house earlier that day. Kyo had only gone after much coercing by Tohru, and he had left early anyway.
Unsurprisingly, as soon as they had entered Shuichi's house, Yuki had been surrounded by hoards of fangirls, all inviting him to dance or offering to get him a drink. Yuki, being a terrible dancer, had declined their offers but had agreed to let one or two of them get him drinks out of politeness.
It was partly because of his own small fanclub, of which he hadn't known the existance of until that day that Kyo was now extremely thirsty. He hadn't drunk anything for fear of it being spiked. Yes, Kyo was a little paranoid about these things.
When he had left, taking Tohru with him (for her own safety, of course) he had seen Yuki beside the drinks counter, still being near-assaulted by drunken members of both genders. It was all Yuki could do to avoid being hugged. Kyo sniggered at the thought, sliding the half-empty milk carton back into the fridge. He felt much better now that his thirst was satisfied.
Suddenly, something moving outside caught his eye. Walking quickly over to the window, he saw that it was a person. This person seemed to be making their way towards Shigure's house.
Kyo's first, sleep-clouded thought was that this was a burglar. His second one was that the burglar's mission was rather pointless, as there was nothing worth stealing in Shigure's cheap house, well, except for the dog's expensive new laptop which he kept locked in his closet with all his other perverted stuff anyway.
Even so, he decided to confront them. After all, he was a black belt in martial arts, wearing pyjamas or not.
Slipping on his shoes at the door, he padded out onto the gravel pathway and came face to face with the intruder, who, surprisingly, didn't seem to have noticed him.
It was Yuki.
Kyo could have hit himself. Of course it was Yuki! How could he have been so dumb?
From what Kyo could see in the weak moonlight, Yuki was drunk. His pale hair was messed up and his normally clear eyes were dim. Kyo was slightly shocked. He had never imagined that "Prince Charming" could actually get drunk. It seemed so out of character for the rat.
"You took your time. Tohru was going frantic." he said to Yuki, becoming a bit unnerved, though he would never admit it, under the other boy's unwavering gaze.
"C'mon, damn rat, its freezing out here." he said when he got no answer, turning and heading back into the house. Yuki followed him in silence, walking as if in a daze. Once they were both inside, Kyo shut the door, kicked off his shoes and made for the staircase, intending to go back to sleep.
But a sudden hand on his arm stopped him. Turning around, wrenching his arm out of Yuki's grip and slipping into his fighting stance he spat:
"What?"
Yuki said nothing. He was staring intensly at Kyo, creeping him out. Kyo noticed that the other's eyes were much darker than normal. As if he were very angry. Or something. He supposed it was because the baka was drunk. The moment seemed to stretch out forever until Yuki broke the silence, speaking for the first time.
"Kyo."
The cat gave an involuntary shudder. This was weird. The way Yuki had said his name, the way his mouth had shaped the syllable was indescribable. It was like nothing he had ever heard before. For some reason, it made him feel both boiling hot and freezing at the same time. The feeling was impossibly fleeting, but Kyo had a brief longing to hear his name spoken again by the grey-haired rat in front of him. Of course, he squashed that strange desire instantly.
He couldn't remember ever hearing Yuki speak his name before.
Suddenly, Yuki was much closer. Kyo blinked in confusion, still off-guard from before. How had the rat managed to approach so silently, and how was he able to get so close without Kyo noticing?
"Kyo..."
This time Yuki said the word much quieter, breathing it out, elongating it in one husky breath, faintly tinted with alcohol that brushed Kyo's face. His darkened smoke-grey eyes never left the other's startled crimson ones. Kyo was still off-guard, struggling in vain to regain his composure, shocked once again with the utterance of his name. He hadn't a clue what was happening.
He couldn't stop the shudders shooting through his body as Yuki brought one slender hand up and grasped the hem of his dressing-gown, lightly brushing the skin of his collarbone. This brought his face even closer to Kyo's, their noses almost touching.
He suddenly realised what had made Yuki's eyes so emotional. Even though it was impossible, it could only be-
"Wha-" Kyo stuttered, eyes wide in realisation of what Yuki was about to do. He had to stop him. This wasn't right, the cat and the rat, no-
And Kyo's world shattered.
Time stood still as Yuki leaned forward ever so slightly. His eyes slid shut and he brushed his lips lightly over Kyo's.
Electricity shot through the cat's quivering frame at that fleeting pleasure, that brief hint of heaven. It didn't feel as strange as he thought it should. His lips felt as though they were on fire where Yuki had touched them. His eyes falling closed too, he whimpered quietly, his heart beating a thousand times faster than normal. Kyo had never felt so helpless, so completely under the control of another person. Nothing, nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Sure, he had kissed girls, but it had never felt like this. This was unreal.
The rat did it again, stroking his mouth over Kyo's, only this time he didn't pull away. Instead, he did something so utterly mindbending to Kyo that it almost made the cat lose his balance.
Extending his tongue, he ran it delicately along Kyo's upper lip before closing his jaws and biting gently on it. This elicited a gasp from the orange-haired boy, followed by a low moan. Yuki just took this as an invitation to continue, and so he did.
Slanting his mouth over the other boy's, he deepened the kiss and took further control of Kyo. By now, the cat's back was pressed flat against the wall. Good thing too, or he would have collapsed.
Yuki ran his hand up Kyo's neck pausing just below his ear, rubbing at a pulse point as he continued to dominate over the boy's mouth. Kyo moaned again, the sound stifled by Yuki. The pale boy drew back slowly, as if pausing for breath. He was panting and his eyes were still dark, but they had a faint light in them. Kyo tried to read the emotions flicking in those grey orbs but they were too confusing. Then Yuki's eyes closed and he slumped forward, his head resting on Kyo's chest. From his deep breathing and relaxed stance, Kyo knew that he was asleep.
What the hell?! How could he just fall asleep on Kyo after... after that? Yuki slid to the ground, his knees bending and giving way. He lay sprawled on the carpet at Kyo's feet, peacefully unconcious. Kyo stared. As if following orders, he gently picked Yuki up, marvelling at his lightness, and laid him on the sofa. Using the blanket draped on the back of it, he covered Yuki up to his neck. Then, still in a daze, he padded upstairs to his room and got back into bed.
He lightly fingered his lips. His mind was in turmoil, and he could still taste Yuki in his mouth, the soft flavour marred by alcohol. Just how much had Yuki drunk? A lot, evidently.
God, Kyo had a lot of questions. Why had he let Yuki do that to him? Why hadn't he, Kyo, resisted? Did Yuki really want to do that or was it just the drink acting? Since when did Yuki look so... beautiful?
Kyo sighed and closed his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to sleep that night.

Yes! My second fic submitted. Hope you like it. It should be considered a oneshot for now, because, even though a sequel is in the making, I may never finish it. ; But, remember, reviews motivate me! (hint hint)