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Chapter Four: So You Care?

I don't know how he got in my room, but there he sat in the middle of my carefully made bed, his hair hanging down and shadowing his eyes from my view. He made no attempt to hide his evil smile as he lifted one arm and crooked his finger at me, beckoning me to him. When I hesitated, mouth opening to ask questions, he raised his head, his piercing ruby eyes burning into mine and holding them without blinking. My mouth snapped shut against my questions and the hesitation fell away. I don't remember moving but I stumbled toward him as if in a trance, his eyes never straying from mine. I was both afraid and excited by what I saw glittering within those red orbs, but was powerless to stop myself from doing as instructed.

Once in front of him, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me forcefully into his lap. I steady myself by wrapping my legs around his waist and placing my hands timidly on his forearms, his arms are still encircled around my waist holding me tightly to his warm body. There is barely space between our two bodies and he quickly closes it, capturing my mouth with his own and demanding entrance by nipping at my bottom lip. I gasp at the suddenness of his actions and mentally kick myself, realizing what I've done.

Instantly his tongue snakes in, greedily exploring every centimeter of my moist cavern. Our tongues dance and slide against each other and I find myself pressing into the kiss, fighting desperately for some sort of control and at the same time trying to taste all of him. His unique flavor is intoxicating and I want more of it. I can feel his hands sliding beneath my shirt, his nimble fingers languidly tracing up my back. Once he reaches my shoulder blades he switches to outlining them with his nails. I notice that my hands are moving of their own accord, sliding up his toned biceps and up over his strong shoulders. I stop at the top of his shoulders as a thought drifts through my mind like a bag blown by the wind…I thought Kyota's muscles were much bigger than this…

I haven't got time to analyze that however. I'm suddenly aware of his hands tensing and before I can anticipate what's about to happen, his nails rip harshly down my back, following its natural curvature as the skin beneath his claws shreds. I tore my mouth from his as a scream breaks forth from somewhere inside me, coming out from between clenched teeth. I threw my head back and arched myself into his body as I howled at the ceiling, riding the waves of white hot pleasure that burned through the shock and sting of the pain. My fingers twisted into the silken orange tresses as his tongue and teeth assaulted the sensitive skin of my neck that I just bared to him. He seemed to know just where to bite and when, driving more daggers of heat to my loins and dragging out guttural moans from me that made my face flush with embarrassment.

"Mmmm, I love the way you respond to me, I knew you were a masochist," he purrs into my ear. I bury my face in to his hair and he presses his hands into my back, making me take in a sharp breath. I gasp, feeling my entire body burn. I struggled for words as my eyes struggled to remain open against the heat of this new situation. I managed to choke out, "Y-you bastard...ahh..."I can feel blood trickling slowly down my spine and over his fingers, but I'm too preoccupied by the smell of his hair. It smells like cinnamon and some other spice I can't detect. I know I've smelled this somewhere before, it's so familiar but I can't place it. Once again I'm not given any time to dissect thoughts as his hand suddenly strokes the bulge that has grown in my pants. I'm tossed backwards onto the bed and he slinks toward me on all fours, hovering over me menacingly. "Let's do something about that, it looks painful," he says with a grin. It's the same grin he wore when this first started, one that is hiding secrets privy only to him just beyond the surface. I knew my torture had only just begun…

Something struck my face repeatedly, jarring me from my heated dreams. I sat up abruptly and furiously, pissed that someone was in my room and had awakened me from that dream. There was something in that dream that was important. Kyo was standing in front of me, frowning down at me. My cheek felt hot, he must have hit me. That baka, attacking me while I was asleep, he was really going to pay for this dearly!

"What is your problem? What are you doing in my room?" Yuki hissed through his teeth at Kyo.

"I was waking you up! Your alarm clock was going off, and Tohru tried to rouse you and you just wouldn't wake up. She said you didn't even move when she shook your shoulder. You were lying there all comatose like, eyes fluttering behind your lids, and I shook you too and you didn't respond. So I slapped you," Kyo explained, matter-of-factually.

Yuki was surprised that he had been sleeping that deeply. He was even more surprised when Kyo leaned down and placed his warm hand on his forehead with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you ok? You haven't been yourself these past few weeks," he said, pulling his hand away and shoving them in his pockets. "I've noticed that you've been out of it, kinda just going on auto-pilot, ya know?"

Yuki could feel himself blush, Kyo had been watching him? Since when is he concerned with my well being?

"I-I'm all right, but thanks," Yuki replied quietly. "Now, um, can you leave so I can get ready? We're all ready going to be a little behind because I over slept."

Kyo's eyes darkened but he uncharacteristically bit back his planned retort about Yuki and his beauty sleep and stalked out of the room, closing the door with a snap. It bothered him that Yuki was surprised by his concern. He didn't even know why he cared, but ever since Kyota pointed out Haru's excessive flirting and Yuki's utter lack of wanting the affections Kyo had been watching Yuki. He couldn't stop himself from noticing things, like how Yuki lightly tossed his head to clear his bangs from his eyes or how he'd nibble absentmindedly on his pen cap when trying to translate a difficult passage in English. It actually was quite frustrating.

"Is he ok?" asked Tohru, her big eyes wide with worry as Kyo joined her at the table downstairs for a glass of milk.

"He's fine, just couldn't tear himself from his dreams I guess," Kyo said noncommittally. "He'll be down soon, and then we can leave."

Tohru smiled just as Shigure entered the kitchen, his robe not doing a very good job of hiding his morning erection. Kyo saw and wished he could un-see the horror that was sure to cause many sleepless nights. He considered gouging out his eyeballs with chop sticks before snatching Shigure's newspaper up from the table and screaming about perverts and no decency, beating Shigure about the head with the newspaper while Shigure feigned innocence as he was pushed out of the kitchen. Yuki sighed as he rushed around, hearing all the commotion downstairs. This was an omen that today was not going to be a good day.

The day wore on for Yuki without incident, although he was finding it a little hard to concentrate on his lessons. The nagging feeling he had during his dream that he missing something critical was annoying him. He thought about it while walking to gym and getting dressed, ignoring Haru's lecherous stares when he pulled off his black uniform shirt and tie and replaced it with his gym uniform. He listened as their sensei explained the rules of badminton and put them in teams of two.

Yuki cringed internally when Haru was paired with him. Haru of course was ecstatic, running toward Yuki with his arms outstretched. Kyo sniggered to himself and put the kibosh on Haru's hug with a swift swing of his racket, bonking Haru on his head. Yuki shot Kyo a grateful look very briefly just as Haru was opening his mouth to start yelling at Kyo. Yuki grabbed Haru's arm roughly and hauled him over to the other side of Kyo and Kyota's net, naturally Yuki would play against Kyo, who was already poised to serve the birdie and get this game going.

Kyo served hard, the birdie flying over the net and past Yuki's reach. Haru deftly swung and returned it to Kyota, who volleyed it back hard. This time Yuki anticipated were the birdie would be in the air and jumped up, meeting it with his racket and sending it soaring toward Kyo. Kyo did a great job of tripping over his feet scrambling to get the birdie and watched it land a few feet in front of where he fell. Haru cheered and Yuki smirked.

They switched positions, this time Yuki serving. Every girl in class stopped participating to watch the Prince, who expertly put the birdie over the net without much effort. A battle for the point commenced as Kyota and Haru quickly sent the birdie sailing back and forth. On the fifth volley Kyota walloped it to Yuki, who swung with everything he could muster. Just as the birdie bounced off his racket and over the net toward Kyo, an angelic voice called out, "Get it, Kyo-kun!"

Distracted by the shock of someone actually cheering for him, Kyo turned and glanced at Miss Yuki, who was smiling innocently, leaning on her racket like a cane. She was oblivious to the game happening on her own side; Tohru desperately covered both parts of their court. The birdie sailed past Kyo and landed behind him. Yuki dropped his racket and crossed under the net.

"Stupid cat," Yuki said, going to pick up the birdie just as Kyo and Kyota both went for it as well. Kyota saw this with his quick eyes and grinned, sticking his foot out in front of Kyo, causing him to trip. Kyo twisted around, flailing for something to grab onto and ended up with a fist full of Yuki's t-shirt, dragging him down for the ride. Kyo landed on his back with Yuki on top of him, their lips mashed together. Kyota inconspicuously stepped in front of them to shield them from anyone's view.

Kyo's eyes widened as he stared into Yuki's. It was like those violet eyes sparkled with innocence. Kyo decided that was a very lovely shade of purple. Yuki was the first one to realize what was happening and jerked away, blushing darkly and running to the bathroom. He rushed to the sink and splashed his face with cold water, gripping the edge of the sink as he panted. His heart was racing. Well, that's because I was running, yeah, that's it… He looked into the mirror, touching his lips that were tingling. How did he rationalize that?

"Hey, want a hand up?" asked Kyota, extending his hand to the severely shocked version of himself that still lay on the gym floor. Kyo allowed himself to be helped up but was still dazed, his hand tracing over his lips. Kyota just smirked.

Yuki dreaded going to cooking class. Not because of the fact he couldn't cook, but because he was embarrassed to see Kyo after what happened in gym. Yuki faked asthma problems and went to the nurse's office for the rest of gym class to avoid Kyo for the rest of that period. He supposed he was going to half to man up. After all, it wasn't Yuki's fault. If Kyo wasn't so damn clumsy that would have never happened. As usual, it was that dumb cat's that caused the problem.

Yuki completely ignored Kyo as he sat in class, listening to the sensei talk about their new dish they'd be making: strawberry crepes. Yuki grinned to himself, good something sweet, Kyo wouldn't be happy about that. He automatically went to gather supplies with Tama, making sure to let Miss Yuki go first to avoid a stampede. He carefully avoided being in the way while Kyo and Kyota made the crepes, washing dishes as they were done being used. There was enough for everyone in the group and one for the sensei, who commented on how delicious and presentable their dish was.

Yuki thanked Kyota for his crepe and happily savored it. Now that winter was approaching they'd see few strawberries at home, which was a shame because Yuki really loved them. He carried his dish to the sink, not noticing Kyo until he was standing there, boxing Yuki into the corner. He pretended Kyo wasn't there and washed his plate very slowly, hoping he'd go away. He did not want to discuss what happened in gym.

But Kyo did not go away and Yuki rinsed the plate and dropped it in the strainer. He turned to Kyo and glared at him.

"What do you want?"

Kyo just grinned at him and leaned in toward him. Yuki leaned away, the counter pressing hard into his back, reminding him there was no escape. Kyo brought his hand up to Yuki's face, who had gone still and rigid. Gently, Kyo wiped at the left corner of his mouth.

"You had strawberry sauce stuck to your face."

"I could have done that myself, all you had to do was say something."

Kyo looked as if that didn't occur to him.

"Well, I just didn't want you to walk around like that and ruin your Princely image." He licked the sauce from his finger, scrunching up his nose as the sweetness hit his tongue.

Yuki stared back at him, amazed. Kyo cared if he embarrassed himself?

Kyo caught the fleeting look of admiration in Yuki's eyes before it instantly died and was replaced with his regular, smooth calm. Yuki cleared his throat and brushed past Kyo, leaving him standing there. For a brief moment, Yuki looked at him like he was a hero, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he wanted to be acknowledged like that again.

"Kyota!" cried Miss Yuki, bouncing through the hotel door and letting it slam carelessly behind her. "Look at my diamond, it has lightened!" she said excitedly.

Kyota looked up from a file he was working on and jumped out of his chair, tossing the file so that all the papers fell out and slid all over the table, some drifting down to the floor.

"What the hell are you wearing? That is not your school uniform, which you were wearing earlier. Where did you get that?"

Miss Yuki's eyes widened even farther with excitement and she did a little twirl. She was wearing a very tight fitting, pink velvet strapless dress. The bust was made of a scrunched silken material and trimmed with lace that was a shade darker than the dress. The dress tightly hugged her curves, and ruffled out at the waist line. The waist was trimmed with one line of lace and so was the hem line, which Kyota noted, fell above mid thigh. If Yuki-chan bent over, the whole world would get a great view of her bottom. A dark pink colored ribbon that matched her lace was tied around her stomach, the bow in front of the dress instead of the back, the ribbon falling down farther than the hemline. She also had a matching ribbon tied in her silver hair and pink stiletto heels highlighted her shapely legs.

"Yuki's brother, Ayame, made it for me as an apology for thinking I was his brother! I went to his shop and picked it up, and it was just so adorable that I had to wear it home! Don't you like it?"

"You did what? You went to that pervert's shop by yourself?"

"Yes," she replied innocently.

"And you wore that," Kyota said, pointing at the offensive clothing and advancing toward her, "all the way home? You walked the streets, alone, in that?"

"Yes," Miss Yuki answered, miffed that he had not complemented her at all. Sometimes Kyota could be a real prick, she wasn't a baby. She could take care of herself. Here she was, unharmed and looking damn sexy, why couldn't he see that?

"Take it off, right now," Kyota demanded, turning around to go clean up the mess she caused him to make.

"What? Why?" Miss Yuki whined.

Kyota whirled around, grabbing a fist full of her hair and yanking her head back. Miss Yuki cried out, her hands flying to Kyota's, trying to pry his fingers from her roots.

"I said, take it off. You know how I hate repeating myself, so you do as I say. Because if I have to help you out of it, it won't be able to be worn again, this would be a shame because you look so fuckable in it."

Miss Yuki whimpered as he released his hold on her hair. She pulled her beautiful mouth into an undeniable pout.

"Kyota, you're not being fair. This was a gift! It should be appreciated. I've had to wear that hideous fashion anomaly of a school uniform for weeks now, and I've been good and worn it every day. Why shouldn't I be allowed to wear this?"

He growled; she absolutely refused to take off that damn dress! He stepped close to the willful girl and wrapped his arms around her, trailing his hands down to her hips and over her round ass with something that could've been mistaken for a romantic, gentle gesture. She froze, holding his arms and gripping his clothes, as if to hold onto him lest he step back and leave her hot and bothered as her punishment. He felt her soft skin against his palms as he pressed her into his taller and larger frame. Yuki squeaked as she felt his growing possessiveness spark into a furious passion. She could feel her heart and body melt into jelly as she submitted to her lover without question of plea.

His lips captured hers, demanding entrance which she immediately gave. His tongue searched her mouth, reacquainting itself with the tastes and feelings it knew so well. The kiss was passionate and heated, and Miss Yuki knew her lips were swollen but she couldn't get enough. The clash of lips and tongues ended when Kyota broke the kiss, nuzzling a path across her jaw line and down her neck. As she gasped for breath, Kyota sank his teeth into her neck. Miss Yuki screamed, pleasure coiling around the needles of pain and choking them out. Kyota pulled away, examining his handiwork. Just below her collar Miss Yuki had an angry, bleeding circle throbbing on her neck, her hips graced with five red welts on each side where his nails had been. Her skin was so flawless, like the first fallen snow. It bought him joy to mar it.

He pried her fingers loose from the grip she had on his arms and used her hand to rub the crotch of his pants, which had gotten awfully uncomfortable in a hurry.

"You might be able to convince me to let you keep the dress," he whispered tauntingly and grasped her shoulder with the other hand, forcing her down onto her knees.

She made quick work of his belt, throwing it across the room. Her fingers deftly popped the button loose and she used her teeth to lower the zipper, making sure to graze the bulge beneath the boxers with her nose. She seized his pants with both hands and with a swift yank had them around his ankles along with the boxers. Kyota hissed as the cold air struck him, only to gasp as Miss Yuki's decadent mouth completely engulfed his length. She understood that he wanted a quick release and knew better than to try to tease him.

She sucked him quickly, swirling and darting her tongue around his cock, driving Kyota wild with pleasure. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she added a hand to Kyota's base, pumping him in time with her ministrations. Her other hand caressed his balls. Kyota was getting reckless, trying to thrust himself into her mouth, needing that glorious, moist heat desperately. Thankfully her hand saved her from being choked, but she took note and bobbed her head faster.

Low moans and curses began pouring out of Kyota's mouth as he felt the coil in his abdomen reaching its limit. He grabbed Miss Yuki's hair as he panted, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. He pulled a little harder than he meant to, causing her to moan around him. The vibrations snapped the coil and Kyota threw his head back and screamed her name, pouring his essence into her mouth. She greedily swallowed everything he gave her and diligently licked him clean while he rode down from his high.

He caressed her cheek in thanks and pulled up his boxers and pants, zipping and snapping them despite the confused look on Miss Yuki's face. Surely he wasn't going to just leave her hanging?

"I'm supposed to meet Kyo at the dojo for a light workout session at four, so I'd better get going," he said with a smirk, headed toward the door. Miss Yuki sat there dumbfounded. Opening the door, Kyota paused and turned.

"You can keep the dress."

Then the door shut, and he was gone.

Miss Yuki groaned. She knew that fuck ass bastard was going to punish her like this. He got her all worked up and then just left her to her own devices. He'd be paying for that later. Right now she was too focused on her own need to douse the fire burning inside her. She kicked off her heels and slid out of her black lacy boy shorts. She dipped her fingers into herself, feeling her fingertips lightly brush against a sensitive part inside her young body. Licking her lips she attempted to find it again, her stomach clenching as she dipped a little deeper with her two fingers. She stretched herself a little wider, gasping as she fantasized of her beloved. Her fingers delved in and out, quickening the tempo as her fantasies played out behind her closed eyes.

"K-Kyota..."

Kyota stepped back inside their room, having gotten downstairs to realize he'd left his belt behind. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him, his girlfriend wantonly pleasuring herself right there on the floor.

A squeal escaped Miss Yuki's delicate lips, feeling a new pair of hands on her body, forcing digits into her. Warmth enveloped her, feeling soft lips on her own.

"Kyo...ta..."

He then proceeded to change pace from their usual, rough, painful, pleasurable and heart-pounding pace, and began handling her as if she were a virgin again. No part of her was left untouched by hands or lips. He drove her higher with each caring caress, finally entering her slowly and built up speed, not stopping until she writhed and shuddered, his name dripping from her lips as she climaxed. It left her breathless as he collapsed next to her.

"What about Kyo?" she asked when she could finally speak.

Kyota smiled and pulled her to him, kissing her forehead softly.

"He'll just have to wait."

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