Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait… I couldn't quite get a good handle on this chapter, and the events that are about to take place in the story.
Nonetheless I hope for those of you who are still reading this story that you enjoy this chapter!
Happy Reading ^_^
Chapter 8: One Night
School seemed to drag on for Yuki, and if senioritis were a legitimate disease, he definitely had a bad case of it. The short attention span, dozing off in class, and an overall not giving a damn kind of attitude about summed it up for him on this uncharacteristically warm spring day. It was that time of the school year when he was constantly reminded that there was about month and a half of school left, and then he would be graduating. At the thought of graduation, his thoughts immediately jumped to Kyo, and he felt a very sharp pain of anxiety shoot through his chest as he realized just how soon the date of their 'fight' was. He had had about two months to come up with some sort of plan that would, if possible, please everybody, but he had simply found none. And staring out the window he found himself dwelling on the very short conversation he had with Kagura on Valentine's Day...
"I know what you and Akito are planning..."
Having completely taken Yuki by surprise, he was unable to hide the truth from Kagura, who was scrutinizing him with her penetrating gaze as he fumbled for some sort of coherent excuse or explanation. So instead of lying, he had simply sighed and asked, "How do you know?"
"Shigure and Hatori filled me in."
He had suspected as much, after that day that Shigure had very obviously overheard him and Akito talking about it, but tried to pretend he hadn't. He figured Akito would have made sure Shigure didn't so much as utter a word about what he had heard, but he guessed that the family cared alot more about Kyo than they openly admitted, regardless of Akito's authority.
Lost in his thoughts and not really paying attention to what Kagura had been saying, he only caught the tail end of her spiel. "…I don't know if you are insane or just afraid of Akito, but if you actually follow through with this plan, I will make it my personal goal to make your life a living hell!" Yuki knew she was serious when it came to Kyo, and that was possibly what scared him the most.
It was then that Kazuma had entered the kitchen and began preparing tea for the three of them, thus ending their discussion on the matter.
He realized as he was sitting in class thinking about that day, that he probably should have told her that he wasn't entirely sure about following Akito's orders. He also should have admitted that he truly did have feelings for the cat, and that despite their 'eternal' hatred for each other, stooping down to that level was not something he found all that appealing anymore. However, on the day they had spoken, he wasn't positive about any of those feelings because he had still felt something for Akito—it wasn't until very recently that he realized he had, in fact, begun to develop rather strong feelings for Kyo, as unnerving as it was for him to admit that. It also wasn't until recently that be began to wonder why exactly he had agreed to this deal with Akito anyways.
He thought about all the times that he had been with Akito—everytime he had spent the night with her, and the more and more he thought about it, which lately had been very frequently, he had started to feel as if he had somehow been tricked. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was now this inexplicable fear that settled into the pit of his stomach when he thought about that woman. There was simply something that didn't sit well with him, almost as if he didn't know the whole truth about something. But it seemed to be that the moment he tried to think harder about what it could possibly be, there was this strange emptiness, as if the memories that should have led him to a single conclusion were no longer there.
He was so immersed in his thoughts, that he jumped a couple inches out of his chair when the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. He gathered his school things hurriedly, glad that the day was over so that he could return to the dojo.
. . .
Kyo had returned to the dojo quickly to find that Yuki was not back from school yet, and so he climbed up to his usual spot on the roof and waited patiently for the other boy. However, he had waited no more than five minutes when he heard his name called from below by a silky voice, and immediately recognizing who the voice belonged to, he jumped down lithely from the roof and ran to Yuki.
Yuki smiled warmly as Kyo approached him, cupped his face in his warm, calloused hands, and bent down to kiss him eagerly. Dropping his schoolbag on the ground, Yuki wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, and pulled him flush against his own body. He was getting used to Kyo's rather frequent and increasingly passionate displays of affection, which had begun shortly after Kazuma had confronted them about their relationship, which he had of course noticed when Kagura had paid them a visit on Valentine's Day.
He had let the secret affair go on for a few more weeks until he had approached both boys separately. Apprehensive of Yuki's sudden interest in Kyo, and greatly worried about his son, he had spent more time with Yuki, and finally after about an hour trying to convince Kazuma that he was serious, Yuki found himself delighted to have Kazuma's approval.
Yuki pulled away for air, and ran his fingers gently through the cat's orange locks, staring with open admiration at the boy's rugged good looks. They stood there with their eyes locked for a minute or two. Truthfully, they thought they could stand there like that forever, but the increasing intensity of their feelings for each other, and the desire that Kyo suddenly felt to say those three little words ultimately broke the force that was pulling them together in those moments. Kyo pulled away, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, and took Yuki's hand firmly, pulling him toward the house.
They never really spoke much, other than when they were training or laying in bed with each other, which they did every night since Valentine's Day. Neither of them felt it was particularly necessary. They still bickered regularly, which was possibly the only thing that kept them both from being too freaked out by the feelings they had for each other.
When they entered the kitchen they found a note from Kazuma on the table, which read…
Yuki and Kyo,
I have business to attend to at the Main House,
and will be there for the night. I expect you two can
take care of yourselves?
-Kazuma
Although neither of the boys voiced it, they realized that they had the house completely to themselves for the night—something that very rarely happened, and were quite aware of the newfound possibilities that Kazuma's absence presented for them.
. . .
Kyo had made supper for the two of them, since he knew all too well that if Yuki was given the chance to cook, he would be likely to burn the house down. It was a simple meal of salmon rice balls, and sunomono, which was a type of Japanese salad.
Finishing the dishes, Yuki turned to Kyo with a mischievous smile plastered on his face and asked, "So are you ready to get your ass whooped again?"
Kyo laughed heartily. He had been working harder than ever, the improvement showing greatly in the last two months of their training together, and it was quite possible that he could finally beat that rat fair and square. He faced Yuki indignantly, placed a hand on his head, saying, "Oh, you just wait and see rat boy! I will beat you!" and he rumpled the boy's hair, leaving it standing in every which direction. The grin on his face was priceless as he watched Yuki's face light up, and then he dashed out of the room with Yuki tailing him all the way to the dojo.
Kyo burst through the door and was tackled to the ground by Yuki's lithe body. Yuki pinned him to the ground effortlessly and their mouths crashed together in a burning fury. For a few moments they wrestled around on the floor in a heap of passion, until out of nowhere Kyo's fist collided with Yuki's gut, and Yuki retreated with a mingled look of surprise and confusion on his face. Kyo sprang to his feet and was clearly overjoyed at his success.
"Whatever happened to not letting your guard down, Yuki," he drawled. "You're getting lazy."
"Oh, so you've finally learned something?" he retorted with a smirk. "Alright then, show me what you got!"
Yuki made the first move, and lunging forward he grabbed Kyo's arm and intended to twist it painfully behind his back. But Kyo had been expecting this and he quickly spun out of it before Yuki even had the chance to pin his arm. Yuki swung his fist at Kyo's face but he dodged just in time and swung his leg out to trip the boy, who landed face first on the floor. Quickly regaining his composure, Yuki sprang to his feet. They circled each other for a few moments. Realizing the determined intensity with which Kyo was fighting, Yuki upped his game a little bit. Testing Kyo's focus and agility, he back handed him across the cheek, and before Kyo could even collect himself again, was sent flying backward onto the hard wood floor by a kick to the ribs.
It was clear that for once, neither of the boys were holding back. Fighting against the pain in his side, the cat stood up again, nodded to the boy as if to say "good one" and then walked toward him. When he was about a yard away, he took a deep breath, threw a right hook to Yuki's face, which was blocked easily, grabbed him by the wrist and did exactly what Yuki had attempted to do with his first move. Arm pinned to his back in an excruciating manner, he aimed a backwards kick to Kyo's groin, but Kyo leapt out of the way and released the twisted arm. He spun around quickly, anticipating another swift blow from Yuki, which he blocked swiftly.
To his utter amazement, he found Yuki completely unguarded for a moment's time and took the opportunity to send a front kick to his chest, which sent him flying backwards into the wall, where he fell to the floor in a crumpled, clearly defeated heap. In order to determine a defeat they had agreed that a half a minute of immobility was enough to suggest that the opponent most likely was not getting up any time soon. Kyo watched the clock on the wall in anticipation—10 seconds—20 seconds—and finally as he exhaled the breath that he had been holding, 30 agonizingly long seconds passed. He almost jumped up in jubilation as he realized that he truly won. For the first time in his life he had actually remained focused and beat the rat. Now if only this had been the actual fight, he thought bitterly, as he realized that he would have to do this all over again, and what was worse, it would be in the presence of that evil bitch Akito.
As he mulled this all over, and caught his breath, Yuki finally managed to sit up. Kyo noticed this and hurried over to him to make sure he was alright. It seemed that Yuki was greatly struggling to refill his lungs with oxygen. "You… Knocked the….Breath…Outta…Me," he gasped, but there was no hint of anger or bitterness in his voice. If Kyo wasn't mistaken, it almost sounded as if Yuki was impressed by this fact.
Once Yuki was able to breathe freely again, he turned to the orange haired boy next to him and smiled. "You beat me." He paused, watching Kyo's delighted expression. "That was…absolutely amazing…the way you were fighting. I've never seen you fight like that before. What changed…I wonder?" Yuki was lost in thought as he turned this over in his mind for a few minutes.
"To be honest," Kyo spoke very quietly, unsure of whether he really wanted to admit what was on his mind, "I think that it might be….because I am no longer fighting you with blind hatred." The rest of his thoughts remained unspoken, as he wondered whether it made any sense at all to say that he had been fighting out of love. He supposed that it wasn't really love that enabled him to win. It was his determination to win, and without the hatred towards the rat that he had embodied for all those years, he had been able to focus and strategize. He realized then with a surge of excitement, that he would be able to do it again, as long as the circumstances remained the same…
. . .
Half an hour later, Yuki emerged from the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked into the hallway. As he padded along quietly to his room, he passed Kyo's door, and noticed that it was slightly ajar. He paused for a moment, looking through the crack out of sheer curiosity at what he might see. Kyo, who had showered before Yuki, had just put on a pair of loose fitting pajama pants that rested just low enough to make Yuki's mind wander. He shook his hair to rid it of excess water, and turned to his bed stand to pick up the small cat and mouse figurine that Yuki had given him.
Yuki gazed longingly at the boy in the room. He wasn't sure he had ever wanted him as badly as he did in that moment as he took in his sculpted abs, and muscular arms under that beautiful golden brown skin that still glittered slightly in places where the water had not fully dried yet. His hair fell untidily over his crimson eyes, and he shook his head once again.
It was then that Yuki remembered that they had the house to themselves, and his excitement and anxiousness peaked. Even though they had frequently stayed up late busying themselves with eliciting delightful moans from each other to the point where they thought they might not be able to control themselves, neither of them had removed their clothes. It wasn't for lack of wanting to though. They had been afraid of being heard, and if they were both being honest, they were a bit self conscious about revealing their bodies to each other.
Yuki stood outside the door, contemplating this decision for a minute or two and then finally gathered up enough courage to slide the door open the rest of the way.
Without even looking up, Kyo muttered, "About time… I was beginning to think you had fallen in the toilet or something." He smiled, set the figurine back down on the table, and finally turned his gaze to the boy standing in the doorway. The sight of Yuki in nothing but a towel, still dripping wet from the shower, and looking positively seductive was enough to give Kyo a raging hard on in less than a minute. Looking distractedly at Yuki's waistline, he couldn't help but notice a prominent bulge a few inches lower…and his mind wandered to other pleasant thoughts.
Yuki walked over to Kyo, letting his gaze drift up and down the boy's body. "You know Kyo…I was very impressed by the way you fought me earlier… but I have to say, I'm surprised that you were unable to beat me sooner than today…" His voice was silky; seductive.
"Oh yeah? And why is that?" Kyo found it extremely hard to breathe suddenly.
"Well, for one…You are quite a bit taller than me..." He stood directly in front of the orange haired boy, and raised his arms up to run his fingers through that luscious hair of his. Kyo moaned lightly as Yuki pulled the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Yes, I am taller than you…always have been," Kyo smirked, restraining himself from having his way with the violet eyed beauty in front him.
"And…you have such strong, broad shoulders…" He traced his fingertips down the boy's neck to his shoulders, feeling the taught muscles respond to his delicate touch.
"Mhmmmm…" Kyo moaned. "Much broader than yours…Yuki.."
"And then….these arms.." Yuki's hands came to rest on Kyo's biceps, and he squeezed them gently. "You have magnificently tan, strong, muscular arms….I could feel them all day." He looked up at Kyo, and saw the lust in his eyes.
Kyo looked down into Yuki's violet eyes, and saw the same lust that he was feeling within his own body. "Mmmm…Anything else you would like to add…?"
"Oh yes Kyo…but I'd rather show you…" Yuki ran his smooth hands down those tan arms to the other boy's rough, calloused hands. He could only imagine how it would feel to have those hands on his own body, touching him the way he was touching Kyo. Then he placed his hands on Kyo's hips, pulling them gently towards his own. He slid his hands up his back, and slid them back down while letting his fingernails scrape the skin lightly.
Kyo's muscles clenched and released under Yuki's touch, and he found that the great pulsing sensation between his legs made it extremely difficult for him to focus. He was certain that Yuki could feel his hardness in their close proximity to each other. At that moment, Yuki slowly began to grind his hips against his, entertaining a louder moan from Kyo's throat.
Yuki rose up on his tiptoes to nibble gently on Kyo's ear, and whispered seductively, "If the rest of your body looks and feels as amazing as it does…it makes me wonder about… other things.." At the same time those last two words left his tongue, he rubbed a gentle yet earnest hand against Kyo's pulsating manhood. Until this moment, it had taken all of Kyo's will and patience not to lay a finger on Yuki's smaller but lean body.
Giving in to his desires and the need to have his hands all over Yuki's delicate body, he took the boy in his arms and they crashed on to the bed to become tangled in the heap of blankets. They kissed feverishly, continuing to grind their hips together. The towel that was wrapped around Yuki's waist had long since been removed, and Yuki had swiftly pushed Kyo's loose pants down to his ankles when he wrapped his legs around the boy's waist to pull him closer still.
Kyo ran his hand down the outside of Yuki's slender leg, and back up the inside of his thigh, causing the boy to buck his hips slightly. His hand came to rest on his hip, and then slid back up to tangle his fingers in those silky smooth, silvery locks of hair. Their lips parted, breathing was heavy, and Kyo lowered his lips to the space just below Yuki's ear. He placed gentle kisses on his neck and then continued to travel down his body, placing more gentle kisses as he went.
Yuki wrapped his hands around Kyo's neck and pulled him back up so they were face to face. Tilting his head to the side, Kyo allowed Yuki to suck gently on his ear. His heart was beating erratically at what he was about to say or do, and he whispered huskily to the boy lying naked beneath him. "I want you… more than anything else I have ever wanted. Right here. Right now…."
Looking up at Kyo with a positively seductive and mischievous expression on his face, he responded with a smirk, "Well if I'm what you want...then you better take me."
Ahhhh cliff hanger! I am so sorry that it took so long to finish this chapter. I had almost given up on this story until a certain someone (and you know who you are) gave me inspiration to keep writing.
I really hope you liked the chapter! As always, please read and review. I positively LOVE the feedback :)
~Aya Mae~
