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-three: Kyou Any previous notions or ideas of halting their steadily heatening actions were soon forgotten, those ice cold digits sliding sensually across his flaming and sweat slick torso causing the neko to shiver into the mouse; his purring now loud in his throat, only silenced by the others tender lips atop his own. As if controlled by some subconscious hand, he tore out of the thin gown, his limbs ripping the sleeves apart effortlessly, the remains of the thin cloth falling atop his lover; that same savage force guiding his lips down a path along Yuki's pale neck, nipping at the flesh and watching as the skin went pink afterwards.
Path obstructed by the high neckline of Yuki's top, Kyou instinctively growled at the shirt, but instead, he kissed along the top of the fabric until the tassel that tied the neck shut, and he tugged at it, clasping it between his teeth. He was beginning to get a little impatient, but he would never let on, lest the beauty that offered herself become offended and leave, but his tugging became more and more desperate with each futile attempt. Finally deciding that the initial method was entirely useless, Kyou settled his cousin back down, among the pillows, and moved his now free hand to Yuki's slender waist.
That hand did not hesitate to slide up the slim torso, gliding across the dark-haired teen's breast teasingly, before releasing the tie in one swift motion. Kyou had to admit that she was a little flat chested, but he had never really know most Japanese girls as being very chesty, and those soft pants that echoed in his ear drums cast away his hesitance as quickly as the other's gentle hands had previously. Resuming his task, now that the pale expanse of throat had expanded past the collar, Kyou hungrily dived at the collarbone, barely peaking out above the other flesh, and ravaged the sensitive skin there.
His free hand continued to slid up and down the other's side, memorizing the subtle curves of his heated partner, with each stroke daring further down along Yuki's hips, and daring to caress the thigh sensually. Lifting his partners left leg, forcing Yuki to bend it at the knee, he continued caressing through the cloth dragging needy fingers along the underside, and occasionally cupping the nezumi's firm ass. His mouth did not stop during this task either, suckling Yuki's pale skin until he could see his mark darkening the flawless flesh; satisfied with the dark purple bruise, he turned his ferocity back on her anxiously swollen lips, as if challenging Yuki.
Right arm quivering violently under Kyou's weight, the neko was completely unprepared as it collapsed from beneath him, his entire muscled body collapsing heavily along Yuki's left. The force of the impact was so fierce, and so one-sided, that the rickety bed tipped violently, tossing hundreds of dollars worth of doctor's equipment across the room, and catapulting the pair off the bed. Somehow, before the two reached the floor, they had flipped, and the dark-haired teen crashed atop Kyou, caught between the shounen's nude and spread legs.
Chapter Twenty-three: Kyou Any previous notions or ideas of halting their steadily heatening actions were soon forgotten, those ice cold digits sliding sensually across his flaming and sweat slick torso causing the neko to shiver into the mouse; his purring now loud in his throat, only silenced by the others tender lips atop his own. As if controlled by some subconscious hand, he tore out of the thin gown, his limbs ripping the sleeves apart effortlessly, the remains of the thin cloth falling atop his lover; that same savage force guiding his lips down a path along Yuki's pale neck, nipping at the flesh and watching as the skin went pink afterwards.
Path obstructed by the high neckline of Yuki's top, Kyou instinctively growled at the shirt, but instead, he kissed along the top of the fabric until the tassel that tied the neck shut, and he tugged at it, clasping it between his teeth. He was beginning to get a little impatient, but he would never let on, lest the beauty that offered herself become offended and leave, but his tugging became more and more desperate with each futile attempt. Finally deciding that the initial method was entirely useless, Kyou settled his cousin back down, among the pillows, and moved his now free hand to Yuki's slender waist.
That hand did not hesitate to slide up the slim torso, gliding across the dark-haired teen's breast teasingly, before releasing the tie in one swift motion. Kyou had to admit that she was a little flat chested, but he had never really know most Japanese girls as being very chesty, and those soft pants that echoed in his ear drums cast away his hesitance as quickly as the other's gentle hands had previously. Resuming his task, now that the pale expanse of throat had expanded past the collar, Kyou hungrily dived at the collarbone, barely peaking out above the other flesh, and ravaged the sensitive skin there.
His free hand continued to slid up and down the other's side, memorizing the subtle curves of his heated partner, with each stroke daring further down along Yuki's hips, and daring to caress the thigh sensually. Lifting his partners left leg, forcing Yuki to bend it at the knee, he continued caressing through the cloth dragging needy fingers along the underside, and occasionally cupping the nezumi's firm ass. His mouth did not stop during this task either, suckling Yuki's pale skin until he could see his mark darkening the flawless flesh; satisfied with the dark purple bruise, he turned his ferocity back on her anxiously swollen lips, as if challenging Yuki.
Right arm quivering violently under Kyou's weight, the neko was completely unprepared as it collapsed from beneath him, his entire muscled body collapsing heavily along Yuki's left. The force of the impact was so fierce, and so one-sided, that the rickety bed tipped violently, tossing hundreds of dollars worth of doctor's equipment across the room, and catapulting the pair off the bed. Somehow, before the two reached the floor, they had flipped, and the dark-haired teen crashed atop Kyou, caught between the shounen's nude and spread legs.