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Warning: Sexual situations between three men (eventually).

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Gray Haru

IV

"This is so humiliating," Kyou growled as Yuki shoved another eyedropper full of the disgusting medicine down his throat. He was still in cat form and wrapped in a blanket being cradled like a baby in Yuki's lap. He was sure life couldn't get any worse.

"Quit fighting me," Yuki said softly as Kyou sputtered and choked on the bitter liquid. "Hatori said it was the best way to get your fever down."

Hatori had called within an hour of Haru's departure. The fact that Haru was worried about him did little to abate his disgust over the fiasco that had occurred before. Kyou hated the fact that Yuki now knew his dirty little secret, and Kyou could never pretend.

But when he looked up at Yuki's pensive expression, he couldn't help but almost feel sorry for his rival. Yuki had to be more mortified than he was because Kyou knew what the rat had been willing to give to Haru.

Kyou felt himself relaxing in Yuki's arms. Despite the embarrassment, being held felt kind of nice. He sighed contentedly as he began drifting off to sleep. Suddenly he transformed back and found himself naked on Yuki's lap. He wanted to jump off but he was weak, and Yuki had tightened his arms to keep him from falling to the floor. Now their faces were mere inches apart, and the look in Yuki's eyes confused him. Yuki flushed slightly and the two of them stared awkwardly for a moment before Yuki rose and carried Kyou to the bedroom.

"I can walk, you damn rat," Kyou protested weakly.

Yuki ignored him as he placed him tenderly on the bed and covered him with a blanket. Kyou was amazed by Yuki's kindness, especially after what had happened earlier. It made him feel guilty even though he wasn't the one who had been misleading Yuki.

"I guess we both want the same person again," Yuki said softly as he sat next to Kyou and felt his head to see if the fever had broke.

"Who said I wanted him. Maybe I'm just having a good time. Maybe anyone would do."

Yuki rolled his eyes. "For two people who hate each other, we sure seem to have the same taste."

Kyou flushed as Yuki subconsciously stroked the wisps of hair on his forehead. "I do hate you," Kyou hissed, "so you can stop caressing me now."

Yuki's hand stopped suddenly. He stared at Kyou for a moment before his features broke into a radiant smile. "Wouldn't that make him jealous."

"What?" Kyou snapped impatiently. Yuki's hand was still in his hair, but he didn't brush it away.

"If I were caressing you."

"Oh, great. So I start off being used as a substitute for you, and now I get to be used by you." But for some reason Kyou's heart beat faster at the thought.

"Don't you want to give him a taste of his own medicine?"

Kyou shrugged. "I don't really care. You can have him if you want. He always liked you better anyway." Kyou fought to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "It doesn't have to be like it is with Tohru."

They both sighed remembering the decision they had made when they heard a sharp knock on the door.

Kyou smiled when he heard Tohru's voice as she chattered worriedly to Yuki at the front door. His smile quickly turned to a scowl when she entered the room with a streaming bowl of what was obviously leeks.

"I was so worried when I heard you were sick!" Tohru exclaimed bringing the dreaded bowl closer. "I know you won't like them, but they're good for you."

000

Yuki smiled as he watched Kyou choke down the leeks Tohru was feeding him, love mixed with annoyance in his cousin's eyes.

They had talked about their feelings for Tohru the summer before their senior year and it had been the deepest conversation the two of them had shared.

"She can't choose," Yuki had said softly after Tohru had rejected yet another of his understated advances.

Kyou had merely shrugged and kicked the ground. "Hell, what choice is there: a prince or a monster." Kyou's eyes narrowed with contempt.

Yuki had flinched. He felt somehow responsible for Kyou's insecurities even though it wasn't his fault that he had been born the rat or that Kyou was the cat, and he had always wondered if Kyou would take off now that Tohru had seen him in his true form. "You know she doesn't see you that way," Yuki had answered. "She loves you both."

Kyou had shrugged. "What does it matter. You know where he'll put me after graduation. I have no right to love her."

"Like I do," Yuki had replied. "You know how Akito feels about me." He had flushed at this admission. "I can't be with her, who knows what he'd do if I were."

They had stayed in silence for a long while before Kyou finally said. "What's wrong with leaving it how it is? Until the curse is broken or…" Yuki knew Kyou was thinking of Akito's death.

Yuki nodded in agreement, telling himself it was in everyone's best interest, but a secret part of him knew that Tohru would probably choose Kyou.

"But once I'm out of my cage, you better be ready to fight me for her, you damn rat."

"Hmmph. I can't wait to see your idea of wooing, stupid cat. You'll probably punch her or something."

They had ended the conversation swinging at one another.

They had spent their senior year as an inseparable trio both spending time with Tohru each holding one of her hands. Yuki had watched them sit close, Tohru carefully kiss Kyou's cheek to keep him from transforming, and Tohru always looking at him with love. He had not been jealous because She always did the same to him.

Now as he watched her feeding Kyou her eyes full of love, Yuki realized his anger toward Kyou and Haru was unnecessary.

"I'm not jealous." He didn't realize he had spoken aloud or notice Kyou's puzzled expression.

Kyou glanced from the immaculate kitchen to Yuki. "Didn't we say we weren't going to let her clean up?" he accused. Their night of cooking dinner for Tohru had turned into Tohru coming over and finding them fighting in the kitchen and finishing up the cooking herself.

"I didn't see you helping me to stop her," Yuki replied with a slight smile. "It seems to make her happy to take care of us again."

Kyou smiled slightly in return. Tohru had spent the whole dinner fretting about each of the family members in turn and forcing Kyou to assure her that he really wasn't sick anymore and asking him if he was sure he didn't need more leeks. She had left more happy than when she had arrived, which gave Kyou a warm feeling.

It had been less than a week since he had transformed and been discovered under the pile of clothes; neither he nor Yuki had spoken to the cow.

"Should we call him?" Yuki asked suddenly.

"Haru?"

Yuki nodded.

"Aren't you still mad?" Kyou leaned up against the counter.

Yuki shook his head. "I think I finally understand now. It's the same with Haru as it is with Miss Honda."

Kyou felt anger rise and the familiar annoyance with the fact that Yuki wouldn't just call the girl by her damn name. "I highly doubt that Tohru would use us for our bodies."

"That's not what I meant, idiot. I meant that it doesn't bother me. I'm used to sharing with you." Yuki stared directly into Kyou's eyes.

Kyou quickly turned away, feeling uncomfortable. "Well, maybe it bothers me."

Yuki appeared thoughtful. "Maybe, but what about it bothers you?"

"I don't want to lose to you!" Kyou admitted before he could stop himself.

Yuki stared at him for a moment before emitting a low cruel chuckle. "I would think you'd be used to it by now."

"I hate you!" Kyou yelled before lunging at Yuki in a blind rage. And at that moment he truly did. He hated him for being the rat, he hated him for all the lost fights, and he especially hated him for being so nice to him when he was sick and when he had transformed into a monster before Tohru. Kyou barely had time to realize that he didn't hate him for his relationship with Tohru or Haru before his body slammed into Yuki's and he struck him with fury.

Yuki allowed it for a moment before he slammed his cousin against the refrigerator, grabbing one of his wrists as he whispered, "I don't really hate you, Kyou."

Kyou was startled by a hardness digging into his hip and even more startled that he was reacting to it. He knew he shouldn't be surprised as fighting had almost always been a part of Haru and his foreplay, and he had occasionally been aroused while sparring with Yuki. Kyou kicked Yuki's legs out from under him, and the two of them fell to the kitchen floor, a heap of entangled limbs. Kyou felt himself becoming more and more excited. Yuki obviously wanted him. "What's wrong, you damn rat, losing your touch?" Kyou asked after he had pinned his cousin to the floor positioning himself between Yuki's legs. He shifted torturously causing Yuki to let out a moan.

Kyou continued to move against Yuki enjoying the friction and the lost look in his rival's eyes. Yuki suddenly gasped, and Kyou watched the obvious signs of release with relish. He felt that he had finally won.

"Kyou," Yuki gasped, lifting his head as his lips sought Kyou's mouth.

Kyou pulled away, denying Yuki what he wanted for the time being, and said shakily, "You still really need to work on your stamina."

Yuki growled before flipping them so that he was on top of his cousin and pressed his mouth to Kyou's angrily. Kyou kissed him back with an equal intensity and breathed in deeply when he felt Yuki's hand fumbling with his zipper and sliding demandingly into his pants. Kyou slid his tongue across Yuki's lips and noticed that Yuki was using his free hand to slide down Kyou's pants. Kyou growled and bit his lip a little too hard.

Yuki suddenly reached behind Kyou and yanked open a low cupboard, knocking it against Kyou's shoulder. "Watch it, bastard," Kyou hissed, for a moment not comprehending why Yuki would want to get to the cooking oil at a time like this. As realization dawned he went deathly still. "What are you doing?" he asked as Yuki opened the bottle. He then forgot all else as Yuki used his fighters to imitate what Haru had done to him on the bed before Kyou was discovered.

"I may not have stamina, you stupid cat," Yuki panted. "But I have an excellent recovery time."

000

Kyou had felt that he was outside himself for the entire time that Yuki was inside him. Each thrust was an explosion of both pleasure and pain which quickly brought him to climax, but best of all Kyou had felt true power. Power that he knew he wouldn't have felt had he been on the other end of it. He had laughed breathily in the moments following their encounter.

"Are you alright?" Yuki asked with concern.

Kyou shrugged in response. It was a question that he wasn't sure he could answer. He had already went through the questioning his sexuality crap with Haru, but this was Yuki, the rat, his eternal rival. He felt both disgust and exhilaration; he felt both an owner and the owned. It was quite perplexing.

Yuki shrugged at Kyou's silence. They were laying slightly apart and only their pinky fingers were touching. Yuki tapped Kyou's tentatively before both jumped at the sound of the phone. Neither moved and listened to five more rings before the machine picked up and Haru's voice spoke. "Kyou? Yuki? If you're there pick up… I just wanted to say sorry. I need to talk to you both. Please call back."

"Should we call him?" Yuki asked when the machine clicked off.

"You go ahead," Kyou answered surprised by his pleasure at hearing Haru's voice. "I'll try not to get jealous."

TBC

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