Chapter Eighty-five:
Lungs pinched to the point where Kyou was certain he was having one of Yuki's attacks, he paused and took in shallow breaths, while an angry fists pounded on the doors to the compound. He had to get in, and he could already tell that word had been sent that he not be let in, well, what a surprise that was, as he was barely ever permitted to enter the compound anyways. Finally releasing Tohru's hand from his deathly tight grasp, he glanced through the heavy rain, at the roof of the wall. No doubt it was dangerously slippery, shillings lubricated with water, but that was the only way.
Bounding to the nearest tree, he clawed his way up the rough surface, and teetered across the branch until he had got a light foot on the roof. Using his other leg as a sort of propulsion, he kicked off the tree branch, and leaped over the wall, tumblign to the ground on the other side.
Tohru's voice, although muffled by rain, carried through the door, ever caring. "Kyou-kun, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"
At the moment, the questions seemed pointless and annoying, but at least they were heart warming, to some degree...
Unbolting the giant wooden doors, he cracked it open enough to permit the tiny girl through, and taking hold of her hand once more, they bound for the main house.
Eerily, it was left unguarded, and the silence that befell the pair, was no less than terrifying. They tiptoed within, listening as carefully for any sign of noise, particularly, that of Yuki, or his captor. It was stupid though, to try to remain silent with Tohru, as she was unmistakably clumsy, and always in need of protection. Leaving her at the door, his cat ears perked as they caught the uncharacteristic heavy breathing, and he followed the sound. He didn't have to see to know what was going on, he somehow sensed that Yuki was being placed in the same position he was last night, but he needed to save the rat, although he had not been spared.
Thankfully, when he burst through the door, it was to see that the mouse had put himself out of his misery, and the act was finished. Did Kyou look that pitiful after Yuki had finished with him? Is this what had caused the act to be reenacted on the weaker of the two?
He had no time for questions though, as an obviously tired Akito lunged at him; however, Kyou was more than fully aware of the entire atmosphere, and was quick to repel the attack. Why couldn't he ever be this swift with Yuki?
But he took the time the rebound had awarded him, to scoop Yuki up into his arms, concealing the mouse's body in Yuki's jacket, and leave before Akito knew what was coming to him. Rejoining Tohru, they walked home in a silence that Kyou had only found when he was alone, and although he wanted to break it, he knew he never should.
Chapter Eighty-six:
He awake to the sound of cool, light rain, and the heat of Kyou against him. The nezumi shivered from the near-naked exposure of his body. And he blushed when he realized Tohru was with them; she was seeing him vulnerable and pathetic like this, something he never showed to anyone...except Akito. Without letting the neko know he was awake, Yuki curled closer to his rescuer. He couldn't imagine what Kyou thought of him right now. Until this point, everything Akito did to him was secret, except for the rumors that spread upon every new and unusual injury. Kyou was likely to be as mad at him as the other, despicable Souma.
The walk to their house felt as though it could have been centuries. When they finally arrived at the dwelling, Yuki knew he would be dumped in his room alone. The thought almost scared him; every night after such an incident he would have the worst nightmares. As he was gently set onto the bed, Yuki wrapped his arms tight around the redhead, refusing to let go.
"Please! I don't want to be alone...."
Chapter Eighty-seven:
He was surprised that the mouse had been conscious, although something alerted him to the change in the other's breathing along the walk home, but he had dismissed it. It was odd though, how such a weak grip could be seen as a death grip to the neko, but it was nonetheless, and he couldn't move. Something had changed in him over the past few days, and although he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid to say no to Yuki.
If he said no, then Yuki would just take it anyways, was the assumption, and he didn't need to defeat the words purpose. But he couldn't exactly say yes, in his sopping wet clothing, which he would likely catch a cold in; he was no doctor, but at least some of Hatori's teachings, better labeled as common sense, had rubbed off.
Managing to squirm out of the grip, he turned his back on the mouse. He could run if he wanted now, he could run to his room, and lock the door, and this tension would be gone. But he couldn't stop the phrase as it spilled unwillingly from his lips. "Let me go get changed."
Chapter Eighty-eight:
Shivering and nude, Yuki lay drowning in the mass of his blankets, only waiting for Kyou. The thought crossed his mind that his precious neko was not planning on returning, yet it did not seem in the realm of possibilities. Kyou WAS coming back, and just believing this reduced the now painful tremors. 'Why won't he hurry?' The nezumi writhed in his spot; it felt as though time moved so slowly, minutes were hours.
But, really, what would Kyou do when he arrived, other than sit with Yuki and comfort him. Yuki's body now stung with cold; he began moaning to his koi, whispering and gasping the short name. Finally, among all the careless movement, he rolled off the narrow bed, tumbling to the floor, naked and whimpering. The door swung open and he curled away from the dim light.
Chapter Eighty Nine:
He wasn't sure why, but when he returned to the room, he was in his sleeping attire, basically a pair of loose fitting pants, and nothing else. Something told him that he would most likely end up spending the night in Yuki's room, although as nothing more than the mouse's comfort. Why was he being so soft?! Why didn't he just yell NO at the request, and leave it like that?! It was what he would normally do! But the Yuki he usually screamed at, the Yuki ha fought with, was no more, and he began to hate this new Yuki for stealing the other away from him! Changing him unwillingly!!
He was surprised to find that his cousin had managed to roll off the futon, and lay exposed and shivering, and yet it had been less than two minutes since he had left! These new and terrible actions seemed to both infuriate, and intrigue the cat boy. Swift to close the door behind him, Kyou then took to kneeling, and scooping the incredibly light, and feminine figure into his arms, and proceed to replace Yuki onto the futon. Wrapping the mouse in blankets, he scoffed., "CHe, you people really have no clue what the keys to basic health are, so you." His brow wrinkled, " Guess that's why you have so many attacks. Take care of yourself, and that wouldn't happen." Finishing his pathetically short monologue, he threw himself down onto the mattress, arms crossed behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.
Chapter Ninety: GAH!
Kyou's warmth invaded his skin like a thousand needles; it stung ferociously but, he could not turn away. Instead, Yuki wrapped his icicle arms around the neko, stealing every bit of heat he exposed. Kyou was nearly naked beside him, yet somehow seemed to think nothing sexual would happen. 'HAH!' Yuki mused to himself, 'what a naive little kitten.' While his hands were still cold, Yuki traced gentle patterns over the teen's bared chest, suggestively moving downwards, teasingly, before moving up and back over the sensitive nipples and stiff pectorals.
He let his breath fall softly on Kyou's neck, each exhale longer than the first. Soon, the nezumi was hardening, despite his attempt at self control, and he let it press into Kyou's hip. Yuki desperately fought the urge to nibble; he would not progress further until the neko did something. Anything would do, just to touch the needy Souma.
Chapter Ninety-one:
Yuki's breath on his highly sensitive neck sent tingles up and down the neko's spine, and he had to gulp away the urge to moan. If that weren't bad enough, the ice cold fingers that danced along his abdomen were; and when Yuki pressed his now definite arousal against Kyou's clothed leg, he almost screamed. He should have known that the other would take advantage of him if they were left alone in the same bed, and yet he complied, it was infuriating! His head whipped around to face his cousin, and he threatened, although with less power than his voice should express, " If you keep that up, I will leave. I was staying in here as a kind action on my part, to help you because you were so needy, but if all you can think of is sex, then I better leave before you think of including me."
He growled when Yuki ground his arousal against Kyou, " and if you think that I'm gonna jerk that for you, you are horribly mistaken. You better just do it yourself."
Chapter Ninety-two:
Immediately, he curled away from the hissing neko, whimpering in his childish display of disapproval. No matter what the situation, Kyou was always cruel. But to masturbate right now, wouldn't he lose all respect from his cousin, and himself. It was then he noticed, even when apart from Kyou, the redhead's scent was pervading the area, forcing their way into his widened nostrils. His erection hardened, and the nezumi's hands quivered, begging to finish the job.
Silently, he turned from the teen, hands desperately enveloping his length, stroking furiously. He tried to hold back the moans and gasps, but it was too much; Kyou had built up such anticipation, it was like a dam breaking and flooding forth. Yuki pumped the engorged flesh, while attempting not to shout out the other's name. That would surely be inappropriate. Trembling, he felt release, coating the thin sheets and his pale, shaking hands. Tears pushed forward in his amethyst eyes, gliding down already sweat-damp cheeks. He now knew this would be the only release he could have, alone, with only his frail limbs as companions.
Chapter Ninety three:
It was kind of pathetic, to see his cousin reduced to something like that, and right in front of him. Yuki couldn7t be that infatuated with him, could he? But the tears that fell down Yuki's sweat glistening cheeks were almost heartbreaking, and he almost took back the cruel comment he had uttered earlier.
He never really was good with words, but he had to try and fix this mess; after all, anyone's tears, no matter whose they were, broke his heart. " Listen, do be so upset, just don7t expect to... I mean... Oh just come here!"
His arm whipped out, wrapped around the other's trembling waist, and drew the teary nezumi close. Flipping the other over, he rested his cousin's head on his shoulder, and allowed one arm to wind beneath Yuki's neck, and drape around his shoulders. "Just stop crying. you see, this is okay..." His words faded away, and he allowed a low purr to reverberate in his throat, hopefully lulling other out of his depression.
Chapter Ninety-four:
Yuki reveled in this new attention, and basked in the neko's warmth. His fair skin tingled where Kyou's burning hands and arms rested. He felt a little guilty that his 'mess' was now smeared onto the other's tanned flesh with every gentle touch Yuki allowed himself. Subtly caressing the redhead's chest, he calmed hid breathing and ceased the tears. Slowly the neko was lulling him to sleep; yet this was the last thing Yuki wanted. To finally have his koi hold him close was quite an accomplishment. So, why would he throw it away for sleep?
Forcing the sparkling amethyst eyes wider, Yuki set a target. Just to kiss the neko was enough, before he drifted away from consciousness. Slowly, he shifted upwards on Kyou's firm, still body, hoping the other did not guess his intentions. There was no possibility he would comply. His small, feminine face inched closer to oblivious neko, until he was quietly breathing on the other boy's cheek. Their faces were not even an inch apart; their breathing was perfectly synchronized. Every beat of Yuki's heart anticipated the moment to come. He moved atop the teen, staring straight into his eyes, the nezumi's blank face penetrating every expression of his cousin. And, finally closing the gap, Yuki's soft lips rested tenderly upon Kyou's holding them together in the embrace.
Lungs pinched to the point where Kyou was certain he was having one of Yuki's attacks, he paused and took in shallow breaths, while an angry fists pounded on the doors to the compound. He had to get in, and he could already tell that word had been sent that he not be let in, well, what a surprise that was, as he was barely ever permitted to enter the compound anyways. Finally releasing Tohru's hand from his deathly tight grasp, he glanced through the heavy rain, at the roof of the wall. No doubt it was dangerously slippery, shillings lubricated with water, but that was the only way.
Bounding to the nearest tree, he clawed his way up the rough surface, and teetered across the branch until he had got a light foot on the roof. Using his other leg as a sort of propulsion, he kicked off the tree branch, and leaped over the wall, tumblign to the ground on the other side.
Tohru's voice, although muffled by rain, carried through the door, ever caring. "Kyou-kun, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"
At the moment, the questions seemed pointless and annoying, but at least they were heart warming, to some degree...
Unbolting the giant wooden doors, he cracked it open enough to permit the tiny girl through, and taking hold of her hand once more, they bound for the main house.
Eerily, it was left unguarded, and the silence that befell the pair, was no less than terrifying. They tiptoed within, listening as carefully for any sign of noise, particularly, that of Yuki, or his captor. It was stupid though, to try to remain silent with Tohru, as she was unmistakably clumsy, and always in need of protection. Leaving her at the door, his cat ears perked as they caught the uncharacteristic heavy breathing, and he followed the sound. He didn't have to see to know what was going on, he somehow sensed that Yuki was being placed in the same position he was last night, but he needed to save the rat, although he had not been spared.
Thankfully, when he burst through the door, it was to see that the mouse had put himself out of his misery, and the act was finished. Did Kyou look that pitiful after Yuki had finished with him? Is this what had caused the act to be reenacted on the weaker of the two?
He had no time for questions though, as an obviously tired Akito lunged at him; however, Kyou was more than fully aware of the entire atmosphere, and was quick to repel the attack. Why couldn't he ever be this swift with Yuki?
But he took the time the rebound had awarded him, to scoop Yuki up into his arms, concealing the mouse's body in Yuki's jacket, and leave before Akito knew what was coming to him. Rejoining Tohru, they walked home in a silence that Kyou had only found when he was alone, and although he wanted to break it, he knew he never should.
Chapter Eighty-six:
He awake to the sound of cool, light rain, and the heat of Kyou against him. The nezumi shivered from the near-naked exposure of his body. And he blushed when he realized Tohru was with them; she was seeing him vulnerable and pathetic like this, something he never showed to anyone...except Akito. Without letting the neko know he was awake, Yuki curled closer to his rescuer. He couldn't imagine what Kyou thought of him right now. Until this point, everything Akito did to him was secret, except for the rumors that spread upon every new and unusual injury. Kyou was likely to be as mad at him as the other, despicable Souma.
The walk to their house felt as though it could have been centuries. When they finally arrived at the dwelling, Yuki knew he would be dumped in his room alone. The thought almost scared him; every night after such an incident he would have the worst nightmares. As he was gently set onto the bed, Yuki wrapped his arms tight around the redhead, refusing to let go.
"Please! I don't want to be alone...."
Chapter Eighty-seven:
He was surprised that the mouse had been conscious, although something alerted him to the change in the other's breathing along the walk home, but he had dismissed it. It was odd though, how such a weak grip could be seen as a death grip to the neko, but it was nonetheless, and he couldn't move. Something had changed in him over the past few days, and although he didn't want to admit it, he was afraid to say no to Yuki.
If he said no, then Yuki would just take it anyways, was the assumption, and he didn't need to defeat the words purpose. But he couldn't exactly say yes, in his sopping wet clothing, which he would likely catch a cold in; he was no doctor, but at least some of Hatori's teachings, better labeled as common sense, had rubbed off.
Managing to squirm out of the grip, he turned his back on the mouse. He could run if he wanted now, he could run to his room, and lock the door, and this tension would be gone. But he couldn't stop the phrase as it spilled unwillingly from his lips. "Let me go get changed."
Chapter Eighty-eight:
Shivering and nude, Yuki lay drowning in the mass of his blankets, only waiting for Kyou. The thought crossed his mind that his precious neko was not planning on returning, yet it did not seem in the realm of possibilities. Kyou WAS coming back, and just believing this reduced the now painful tremors. 'Why won't he hurry?' The nezumi writhed in his spot; it felt as though time moved so slowly, minutes were hours.
But, really, what would Kyou do when he arrived, other than sit with Yuki and comfort him. Yuki's body now stung with cold; he began moaning to his koi, whispering and gasping the short name. Finally, among all the careless movement, he rolled off the narrow bed, tumbling to the floor, naked and whimpering. The door swung open and he curled away from the dim light.
Chapter Eighty Nine:
He wasn't sure why, but when he returned to the room, he was in his sleeping attire, basically a pair of loose fitting pants, and nothing else. Something told him that he would most likely end up spending the night in Yuki's room, although as nothing more than the mouse's comfort. Why was he being so soft?! Why didn't he just yell NO at the request, and leave it like that?! It was what he would normally do! But the Yuki he usually screamed at, the Yuki ha fought with, was no more, and he began to hate this new Yuki for stealing the other away from him! Changing him unwillingly!!
He was surprised to find that his cousin had managed to roll off the futon, and lay exposed and shivering, and yet it had been less than two minutes since he had left! These new and terrible actions seemed to both infuriate, and intrigue the cat boy. Swift to close the door behind him, Kyou then took to kneeling, and scooping the incredibly light, and feminine figure into his arms, and proceed to replace Yuki onto the futon. Wrapping the mouse in blankets, he scoffed., "CHe, you people really have no clue what the keys to basic health are, so you." His brow wrinkled, " Guess that's why you have so many attacks. Take care of yourself, and that wouldn't happen." Finishing his pathetically short monologue, he threw himself down onto the mattress, arms crossed behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.
Chapter Ninety: GAH!
Kyou's warmth invaded his skin like a thousand needles; it stung ferociously but, he could not turn away. Instead, Yuki wrapped his icicle arms around the neko, stealing every bit of heat he exposed. Kyou was nearly naked beside him, yet somehow seemed to think nothing sexual would happen. 'HAH!' Yuki mused to himself, 'what a naive little kitten.' While his hands were still cold, Yuki traced gentle patterns over the teen's bared chest, suggestively moving downwards, teasingly, before moving up and back over the sensitive nipples and stiff pectorals.
He let his breath fall softly on Kyou's neck, each exhale longer than the first. Soon, the nezumi was hardening, despite his attempt at self control, and he let it press into Kyou's hip. Yuki desperately fought the urge to nibble; he would not progress further until the neko did something. Anything would do, just to touch the needy Souma.
Chapter Ninety-one:
Yuki's breath on his highly sensitive neck sent tingles up and down the neko's spine, and he had to gulp away the urge to moan. If that weren't bad enough, the ice cold fingers that danced along his abdomen were; and when Yuki pressed his now definite arousal against Kyou's clothed leg, he almost screamed. He should have known that the other would take advantage of him if they were left alone in the same bed, and yet he complied, it was infuriating! His head whipped around to face his cousin, and he threatened, although with less power than his voice should express, " If you keep that up, I will leave. I was staying in here as a kind action on my part, to help you because you were so needy, but if all you can think of is sex, then I better leave before you think of including me."
He growled when Yuki ground his arousal against Kyou, " and if you think that I'm gonna jerk that for you, you are horribly mistaken. You better just do it yourself."
Chapter Ninety-two:
Immediately, he curled away from the hissing neko, whimpering in his childish display of disapproval. No matter what the situation, Kyou was always cruel. But to masturbate right now, wouldn't he lose all respect from his cousin, and himself. It was then he noticed, even when apart from Kyou, the redhead's scent was pervading the area, forcing their way into his widened nostrils. His erection hardened, and the nezumi's hands quivered, begging to finish the job.
Silently, he turned from the teen, hands desperately enveloping his length, stroking furiously. He tried to hold back the moans and gasps, but it was too much; Kyou had built up such anticipation, it was like a dam breaking and flooding forth. Yuki pumped the engorged flesh, while attempting not to shout out the other's name. That would surely be inappropriate. Trembling, he felt release, coating the thin sheets and his pale, shaking hands. Tears pushed forward in his amethyst eyes, gliding down already sweat-damp cheeks. He now knew this would be the only release he could have, alone, with only his frail limbs as companions.
Chapter Ninety three:
It was kind of pathetic, to see his cousin reduced to something like that, and right in front of him. Yuki couldn7t be that infatuated with him, could he? But the tears that fell down Yuki's sweat glistening cheeks were almost heartbreaking, and he almost took back the cruel comment he had uttered earlier.
He never really was good with words, but he had to try and fix this mess; after all, anyone's tears, no matter whose they were, broke his heart. " Listen, do be so upset, just don7t expect to... I mean... Oh just come here!"
His arm whipped out, wrapped around the other's trembling waist, and drew the teary nezumi close. Flipping the other over, he rested his cousin's head on his shoulder, and allowed one arm to wind beneath Yuki's neck, and drape around his shoulders. "Just stop crying. you see, this is okay..." His words faded away, and he allowed a low purr to reverberate in his throat, hopefully lulling other out of his depression.
Chapter Ninety-four:
Yuki reveled in this new attention, and basked in the neko's warmth. His fair skin tingled where Kyou's burning hands and arms rested. He felt a little guilty that his 'mess' was now smeared onto the other's tanned flesh with every gentle touch Yuki allowed himself. Subtly caressing the redhead's chest, he calmed hid breathing and ceased the tears. Slowly the neko was lulling him to sleep; yet this was the last thing Yuki wanted. To finally have his koi hold him close was quite an accomplishment. So, why would he throw it away for sleep?
Forcing the sparkling amethyst eyes wider, Yuki set a target. Just to kiss the neko was enough, before he drifted away from consciousness. Slowly, he shifted upwards on Kyou's firm, still body, hoping the other did not guess his intentions. There was no possibility he would comply. His small, feminine face inched closer to oblivious neko, until he was quietly breathing on the other boy's cheek. Their faces were not even an inch apart; their breathing was perfectly synchronized. Every beat of Yuki's heart anticipated the moment to come. He moved atop the teen, staring straight into his eyes, the nezumi's blank face penetrating every expression of his cousin. And, finally closing the gap, Yuki's soft lips rested tenderly upon Kyou's holding them together in the embrace.