Title: I'm Feeling This
Author/Artist: Maxwell Roberts (konishizen)
Pairing: Hatsuharu Sohma And Kyo Sohma
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #8 Our own World
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya and Hakushenka. Feeling This is by Blink 182. Prose and situations are mine and this is for fun, not profit.

"Smiling from ear to ear (I'm feeling this)
Our breathing has got too loud (I'm feeling this)
Show me the bedroom floor (I'm feeling this)
Show me the bathroom mirror (I'm feeling this)
We're taking this way too slow (I'm feeling this)
Take me away from here (I'm feeling this)"-Blink 182

They walked to the house at their usual pace. Despite sweaty hands and thudding hearts, their excitement was only hinted at whenever they brushed occasionally brushed each other's hands. Their companions didn't suspect a thing.

Hatsuharu couldn't help but to grin at Kyo over Tohru's head. Kyo turned slightly pink at the grin, but returned it with a scowl that Haru knew was empty as the threats that his older cousin flung at him during the school hours.

He knew that both of them were dying to be alone. Away from prying eyes and questions, away from threats and obligations. That was when they would be able to shed their masks and settle into their own true selves.

It was exquisite torture, being so close yet so far away from his objective. If he had been a less patient person, Haru would have tackled Kyo to the ground the minute that they had entered the woods close to Shigure's house and the world be damned. But he knew that in the long run, the pleasure would be sweeter for the delay.

It didn't have to be that long, luckily, since Yuki and Tohru decided that they needed to stop at the grocery store for a few items needed for dinner that night.

Haru and Kyo waited until they had disappeared down the road before looking at each other, the question and answer perfectly clear in the sets of grey and orange.

Foliage rustled as they rushed into the house. Only pausing to hurl shoes in the foyer, they practically fell into Kyo's room.

The door was kicked shut, maybe with more force than necessary. Neither of them cared, since they were engaged in a battle of wills. Kyo loved him, with his steadfastness and loyalty, but he could never simply open the door and wait for him to come in.

Haru had known that, since it had been a struggle to even peel off the first layer of abrasiveness and disdain that Kyo used to protect that heart of his that Haru had guessed, then found out was made out of crystal. Not the light, delicate stuff his mother kept in a chest in the living room. Kyo wouldn't ever be a light piece of anything. His heart was more like the lead cut crystal he had seen in Nagasaki once. It would have to be, if he hadn't caved in despite all of the setbacks life held for him.

But it still needed to be carefully protected against the world, against his family. Sometimes even against himself. So that was why Haru had been patient in pursuing him. He had needed to prove that the crystal wouldn't crack or crumble if someone else were to touch it. That was why he didn't force and why he would fight, even though they both knew that Kyo would always give in.

Mouths fought for dominance as hands jerked and tugged and in Kyo's case, ripped jackets and shirts off. The frantic scrabbling of hands against skin, tan against porcelain continued as one tried to go further while the other resisted.

Legs tangled around each other, each of them desperately trying to knock each other down. Height had leverage, so once again Kyo found himself on the futon, winded, mouth swollen and Haru smirking down at him. He didn't have time to make a biting retort, since Haru's mouth was on his in a flash, his teeth scraping his tongue as he demanded entrance. Kyo resisted until the blood came and that was the only time when he would give his lover his due.

Finis.