Disclaimer:
We do not own Fruits Basket. However, we both have claimed a man each from the Sohma harem for ourselves. So I guess we own around 1/10th or something? Damn you, fractions... Anyhow, this is a spoof of all of the crappy shounen-ai Yukyou (HA! I made that up! If you can't figure that out you lose hope and do not pass go or collect $200). Why? Because, well, there are a lot of crappy Yuki x Kyou fics out there. Go and search for a good one, we dare you. Most of them are set on getting the hotties into bed. We'll show you a good rompin' time, get them in bed AND use good grammar. Watch us go...weeeee~
P.S. This is a COLLABORATION. In no way do either of us want to take the full blame for this story. Just keep that in mind, faithful reader, and enjoy to the best of your abilities.
Oh, and if you didn't check the rating for this story—it's R. We strongly advise those of you that: 1) Can't take a joke 2) Are strongly opposed to shounen-ai/yaoi (male romance/sex…ALTHOUGH THERE IS NONE) and/or are 3) Under-age (seriously, kiddies, stay away…) to avoid this story. Turned off yet? Well, we can fix that ;) Read on.
FYI! à
*...* Flashbacks (a.k.a., remembering hottness...oh yeah.)
'...' Inner thought (ponder ponder!)
(...) Author input (because they're hott. Yes.)
* * * * * F A S C I N A T I O N * * * * *
...an epic romance by Limey and Navale
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Kyou awoke with a start, his lithe, tanned body covered in sweat. He sat up, breathing heavily, his head held between his hands. Trying to catch his ragged breath, he combed his vividly orange hair with his fingers. That damn dream again...he recovered his modesty slowly as he became more conscious, covering his nude body with a thin cotton sheet...a sheet that was a little too thin for his liking, and left nothing to the imagination. Kyou looked down at the sheet as his eyes became more focused, and turned crimson at the...err...natural reaction to his dream.
Why that dream? Always, always he was haunted by The Dream.
It was The Dream always, capitalized in his mind because of its common occurrence and its hidden meaning. 'Although,' pondered the redhead, 'I suppose seeing Yuki naked isn't necessarily something you have to read into.' He cringed again at the visualization of his rival...and cursed at the pleasant flush of warmth that spread all over his cooling body. A body that, only moments ago, had been at its peak of pleasure. 'No, damn you!' he screamed inside of himself again. 'It was just a dream, Kyou! It never happened! You HATE Yuki! You never want him to...to...'
*Pale, delicate hands roaming over Kyou's (extremely beautiful and very well built) pecs, gliding on his sweat-soaked skin, traveling down a well-worn path...* His sheet proved itself to be even thinner than first shown, and the teenage boy growled in frustration as he leapt out of his bed. What the hell time was it anyhow? He looked at his clock groggily in the darkness.
'5:00am. Damnit...might as well cool myself off before everyone else gets up. If anyone were ever to see me this flustered...' His mind silently filled in the name of the person he was most concerned about. Too tired to contradict his subconscious, he wearily grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and staggered off to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
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Yuki awoke with a start, his lithe, delicate body covered in sweat. He rolled over onto his back, staring at the ceiling and barely concealing his ragged breaths. His beautiful (gorgeous, lovely, losing myself in them starting NOW) violet eyes dilated in shock...and abashed pleasure. A shiver ran through his body, and he absent-mindedly dragged his comforter over his naked body. 'I remember being wrapped in this comforter when I fell asleep...how did it end up at my feet?'
*Tanned, calloused hands slowly peeled the comforter off of his pale body, Kyou's eager breaths simmering on his neck like a possessive brand as he unwrapped his present...* Yuki shivered violently, torn between enjoying and hating the recollection of his dream. That damn dream again...
Why that dream? Always, always he was haunted by The Dream.
It was The Dream to him, capitalized because...well, it sounded cool in his head. 'Just like making sweet sweet love to Kyou does...' Horrified at his straying subconscious thoughts, Yuki massaged his temples slowly with his slender hands. 'What am I thinking? What am I thinking? I love Honda-san...and I'm NOOOOOT GAAAAAAY...'
Ever since he was a wee one, his feminine appearance gave those around him--EVERYONE around him-- the wrong impression. But, reasoned his subconscious, ARE they wrong?
'I love Honda-san,' he chanted in return, the mantra continuous but frail. 'I love Honda-san...'
'You may love her...but you want Kyou...and you know it. And your body aches--'
Before the thought played itself out, Yuki shoved it violently to the back of his mind and sighed deeply, his eyes brimming with troubled emotion...much like an untamed tempest. What time was it again? He grabbed the clock near his bed and brought it to his range of sight.
'5:00am. Damnit.' Yuki stepped out of bed clumsily, his usually graceful movements hindered by his lack of sleep. The cold air hit the thin layer of sweat on his body, and he looked down with a flushed face at his...uh...eager companion. 'Damn. If I can get a quick cold shower before everyone else wakes up, I can forget all about this awful Dream.' His nether parts thought otherwise, obviously, and he snorted in disregard as he lazily wrapped a towel around his hips and headed sleepily toward the bathroom for his cold shower. *Oh...Kyou...*
Make that an Arctic-cold shower.
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'Cold shower, cold shower, cold shower...' The ashen-haired boy nearly sleepwalked down the pitch black hallway.
'Cold shower, cold shower, oh Lordy I need a cold shower...' Kyou walked briskly down the opposite side of the hallway, his hand holding his towel loosely.
They both heard footsteps heading in their direction. 'Footsteps?' they thought simultaneously. The thought was barely finished when they collided into each other, their towels dropped onto the hardwood floor in confusion as they both reached for the bathroom door...
...and ended up intertwining their hands in the process. Fiery red eyes met startled violet, as they jerked back their offending hand as if the door was awashed in flame. Shocked stutters and apologies followed as they tried to stand immediately afterwards, to show their invulnerability to the other. That is, of course, if standing naked in a hallway can retain any sort of pride. Yuki turned a most unbecoming shade of red and Kyou's cheeks rivaled his eyes in crimson tint as they bent forward to grab their respective towels, never wrenching their gaze from each other. Slowly, oh so slowly bending to reach their own scant piece of clothing...
Before either of them knew what was happening, they had leaned into each other's lips, hungrily drinking in the familiar passion of Their Dream--for it was Their Dream now, and their reality. The towels were temporarily forgotten as Kyou's hands gently massaged Yuki's neck, losing himself in the arousing bliss of the moment. Parting Kyou's lips with a teasing lick of his tongue, Yuki knelt onto the floor and ran his hands down his rival's sculpted back, a moan floating softly from his mouth. It was a game of cat and mouse (how sexy...and punny...), and this time, the mouse was determined to lure the cat into his control. Yuki's pale, soft hands sauntered from the small of Kyou's back onto his stomach and onto his hips possessively, biting playfully at his lips. The cat gasped at the burning, intimate touch as his tongue delved into Yuki's mouth, his breath becoming more urgent. He lashed his arms around Yuki's slender waist achingly, wanting to be close to him, yet scared that the feel of his body would burst his own into sexual flame, sweet oblivion... Their, um, counterparts greeted each other roughly, and the feel of the other's...hm...hard presence snapped both boys back into their cruel reality. As their eyes opened again to the sight of the other, their hands slowly backed away from their bodies as they silently untangled themselves, reaching for their towels.
"You can have the shower," Kyou said gruffly, his breath coming in gasps. He averted his gaze as he turned around abruptly, wrapped his towel around himself again, and stalked off in the direction of his room. Yuki watched him go quietly, wiping his body with his towel before he slowly wrapped it around his hips.
'What the hell was that?'
And why was he so heartbroken as he watched Kyou's figure fade back into the darkness?
'I love Honda-san...Tohru...don't I?' Finding his subconscious strangely quiet for once, the question remained unanswered as he opened the sliding bathroom door and stepped inside. Immediately, he leaned against the wall in sudden weakness and punched the sink counter, frustrated out of his mind.
'Don't I?'
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tsuzuku.
Well, we hope you liked our first installment of F A S C I N A T I O N. Yes, you cannot abbreviate the title into FASC. or even FASCINATION or perhaps you are full of grammarly goodness like we are and want to call it Fascination. DON'T TAKE AWAY FROM THE EFFECT DAMN YOU!!! Ahem. Anyhow, unfortunately, there is more to come. Fortunately, however, we are giving you an indefinite break between this first chapter and the next one. And because Limey is psycho, she would like to reinstate the fact that this is a SPOOF. We're spoofing crappy shounen-ai/yaoi written about Yuki and Kyou...and testing the waters as Harlequin romance authors. ;D Neither of us wants this to be known as our defining work. Please. For the sake of all that is fluffy.
Comments? Critiques? Flames? Throw them our way, and don't be shy now, cupcake ;D
NEXT CHAPTER:
What are Kyou's thoughts as he leaves the infamous "Naked Sohma men in front of a bathroom door" scene? Tohru is slowly making her way down the hallway to take an early morning shower as always, before she cooks breakfast for Shigure, Yuki and Kyou. Will she slip on the cold, passionate sweat in front of the bathroom door? What will she say as she sees Yuki in the bathroom, half-clothed and flushed with unknown passion? And will Yuki finally admit he's a LEEEETLE gay? Stay tuned for the next episode of--
F A S C I N A T I O N .........
3 Limey & Navale :D
