Title: A fight to Remember Authors: Purrmeow and Krys Rating: R (the first few chapters won't seem like it.) Disclaimer: The characters in this story obviously do not belong to use, because if they did we would likely be rich and not be writing a fan fiction, which makes us no money. This story is currently being written in the format of RPing (role playing) between us, the two authors. To make the shifts in POV clearer, each reply will be a separate chapter labeled with the narrating character. This plot takes place just after where the TV series leaves off. *Note: ~ will be used to indicate flashbacks and * to indicate a shift to the POV of others characters, such as Tohru or Shigure.

Chapter Twenty-One: Kyou

Yuki tasted like lavender, soft and relaxing, even though his fingertips, barely grazing atop his skin, sent bolts of electricity through his entire, quivering body. Kyou didn't know exactly when it had happened, but now he was tediously balancing over the pale figure, while his mouth and tongue danced with Yuki's. The feelings, now reciprocated by his cousin, were coming as a bit of a shock, but he was in no mood to halt them when they felt so good.

He wanted more than anything to let his own teenage hormones run wild, to please Yuki as much as his body had most obviously become. Daring to allow one arm to balance his body above the dark haired being, he ran his now free hand through the soft violet locks that spread about the pillow. That hand somehow snaked behind the other's neck and was now pulling the needy nezumi up and off the pillow, their kiss deepening even further.

Every caress of those feather light fingernails down his sensitive spine, caused Kyou to arch his back; and although he couldn't understand how, he began to rumble low in his throat, almost as though he were purring... However, Kyou's hormones were quick to dismiss the thought, as the electric bolts that shot through his body directed themselves towards his groin. Balanced on one shaky arm, the fiery shounen wanted more than anything to return those feelings to the best of his ability, rationality now abandoned to lust.