Chapter Five
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The bedsheets swirled around him like Kyou's hair had in his fingers. Yuki sighed deeply as he sunk deeply into the futon. His eyes were shut tightly, in an attempt to block out the visions that fed his arousal. He didn't want to do this, it was embarassing and it went against everything that Akito had ever taught him. He wasn't supposed to feel - but that's all that he could do, all the nerves hyper-aware and the feel of his skin against the warm but slightly rough blankets, and the tight waistband of his boxers, and his palm resting over his rapidly beating heart.
A heart that hadn't stopped pounding since he'd dropped his laundry in the hallway.
Yuki willed everything inside of him to make these feelings go away. But he couldn't be cold when his entire body was on fire. His blood pulsed like liquid mercury through his deepest marrows. He was so hard that he couldn't stand without biting down his lip and drawing blood. Blood, like the color of Kyou's eyes. Oh, god...
Yuki felt his hand traveling against his will. His fingertips fluttered across his stomach before moving down to his waistband, not even pausing before divesting the offensive clothes. Yuki moaned and arched his hips into his hand. He turned his face to the side and buried it deeply in the pillow. Sensation overpowered him, flashing through his thoughts in flashes of heat and undefinable need: he imagined Kyou's incredible tongue on the back of his hand; his tongue darting out from between Yuki's knuckles to touch his trembling arousal; his mouth working to swallow him completely. He thrust his hips at his invisible lover, and gasped, a sheet of sweat breaking out across his skin.
Oh, yes, I hate you, Yuki whispered, willing himself not to cry.
Kyou, naked in the moonlight. Kyou, smiling warmly into his thigh. Kyou, with one of Yuki's fingers inside of him. Kyou on his knees, being completely filled by Yuki and begging for it harder, harder, harder, and the feeling of being inside Kyou completely, swallowed by tight heat. And then Yuki on his back, with Kyou holding up his slender legs over his shoulders, before thrusting into Yuki all the way, again, and again, until they both came, like one person, and they were inside each other and they were complete, and Yuki stifled out a cry.
Yuki peeked open his eyes and eyed the mess on his stomach.
But no matter how much Yuki wanted to be complete, somehow, the hope only left him empty inside.
And... cold.
Lunch happened less than an hour after the incident. Kyou happened not to be there, and for the first time in days, Yuki was glad of it. He simply tempered his relief with a gross display of dislike, so not to make the others suspect anything. So naturally, both Shigure and Tohru knew immediately that something was amiss. Fortunately, only one of the two had the audacity to ask of it.
Yuki had been placidly thinking of his garden harvest when a tactless question jumped off of Shigure's tongue. "You must have beat Kyon-Kyon up very badly, for him to not want to eat! What did you do to him?"
"I didn't do anything," said Yuki, looking at the lunch display. This one was very pretty, also. Tohru must have been working harder than usual on creating a beautiful design for serving her meals. "Honda-san, this meal is very good," he said.
Tohru didn't have time to respond before Shigure cut in: "But you're not eating, Yuki-kun. You're eating just like a mouse."
Yuki frowned softly, not willing to muster the effort for a challenge. "I am possessed by the rat, Shigure. With that comes certain privileges. For example, you have the manners of a dog."
Tohru became flustered."Yuki-kun, umm, surely you didn't mean that-"
"I concede on my manners, for Tohru-kun's sake," Shigure grinned,"But Kyon-Kyon still needs to eat, as you. Perhaps I'll go upstairs and get him...?"
"-NO!" Yuki broke in, torn up by the images of Kyou being out of his senses, Kyou driving his senses to madness. And Yuki, horrified, had no idea if Kyou was still out of it and if he came near Shigure - or Tohru - something awful might happen. And someone like Shigure would not deal with the cat in such a chaste manner as he had - Kyou would be taken advantage of, and no one deserved that sort of a rape. Another part of Yuki admittd that he didn't want anyone being touched by Kyou, either.
"No Kyou-kun then, Yuki?" Shigure sighed dramatically. "Oh, well, I knew your truce with him would never last."
"Truce?" asked Yuki.
"You made a truce? That's wonderful-" Tohru beamed.
"No, Honda-san. There was never a truce. I can't stand to look at that stupid cat and if he wants food, he should get it himself."
Later that afternoon, Tohru brought Kyou his lunch. But he wasn't in his room.
Nor was he anywhere else in the house.
A/N: It was hard to post this one! The lemon was making me so nervous - I didn't want it to be over-smut or the opposite,but personally, I'm glad it's there: Now we definitely know how Yuki is feeling, hmm? Thanks for the reviews - they really make me feel warm and glee-ous inside. Next chapter! Yuki is, for the lack of a better word... emo. He needs a hug. Next chapter tomorrow, esp. since this one was so short...