I don't own fruits basket, otherwise it would be considered yaoi! And I made a mistake in the last chappie, it's Kyou, not Kyo.
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Kyou didn't bother to open his eyes, but instead turned his head slightly and moaned. He heard Yuki's voice, but was too groggy to even understand what he had said. A cold silken hand touched his face gently, moving slowly down his throat, tracing his collarbone and brushing against a nipple. Kyou still couldn't quite bring himself to open his eyes, but the sensations that were now spreading throughout his body rendered him very much awake.
The hand continued its movement, not speeding up, but getting slightly warmer due to it's friction on Kyou's tanned skin. Another hand found its way to Kyou, this time burying itself into Kyou's golden orange hair. Suddenly there was a sweet wet sensation as Yuki's tongue slid across unmoving lips, down Kyou's jaw, along the collar bone, and ending a mere millimeter away from Kyou's nipple. Still in a dreamlike state, Kyou wanted more, he needed more. And he was going to get it.
Yuki closed his eyes and locked his mouth on Kyou's right nipple, stretching his lean body delicately over Kyou's body, a full sized erection now pressing on Kyou's side through tattered pants. Kyou moaned subconsciously, arching slightly into Yuki, who's right hand slid slowly over beautiful muscles, along Kyou's hip bone and down to his preys cock, rubbing it gently in circles.
Yuki moved slightly, lowering himself over Kyou so that they were pressing up against each other, Yuki's erection now throbbing against him though the thin fabric. Yuki lifted his face from Kyou's chest, opening his seemingly soulless eyes onto Kyou's gorgeous face, and locked his lips against Kyou's, savoring the sweetness that no one else would ever have.
Kyou's eyes snapped open as his head was suddenly wrenched back, fire stinging his skull as it was held back by his hair. He opened his eyes into a cruel world of cold emptiness, amethyst fire stinging his very soul.
Yuki moved his body slightly to the left and flung the cat into the wall. Kyou looked up, pain throbbing through his body like it had been before he had gone unconscious, but this time instead of losing it, he tried to force himself up. Yuki quickly shoved him back down again. Towering over Kyou, Yuki sneered down at his helpless victim. Like a shot through the head, all of the memories came flooding back again, experienced again.
Rain, storm, darkness. The dark path home had an eerie feeling hanging over it as thick as the fog that wrapped it. Every time there was a rustle of leaves of snap of a twig, Kyou turned to face it, ready to fight. But nothing was ever there, and as his tension increased, so did his walking speed. "What's the matter kitty-cat? Are you-" He could tell that it was Yuki's voice, practically purring into his ear, lithe body scarcely apart from his to his left. Unable to move for sudden shock, Kyou only stood there as Yuki broke his pause and dragged out a long pathetic sounding "scared?"
Turning abruptly, he saw that Yuki was not there. "What the hell you damned rat! Show your fucking face you asshole!" Kyou jumped at the sudden touch on his shoulder.
"Do come Kyou, you make it sound so bad that I came to give you a little visit."
"What the f---!" Yuki wrapped his arms around Kyou's slender waist, pulling him close and nuzzling into Kyou's ear. Kyou was still with shock again, all for the flinch that escaped as Yuki ran a finger along Kyou's smooth muscles. Kyou finally snapped out of it, attempting to draw back and only succeeding in landing a sharp nail into his flesh. He yelped slightly, and Yuki's hand crept up his shirt, leaving a trail of goose bumps along the way. Kyou felt Yuki clasp the top of his shirt, and didn't have enough time to react as his shirt was ripped off cleanly and flung carelessly to the muddy ground.
Yuki took slow deliberate steps towards Kyou, smug with satisfaction at Kyou's horrified expression as he backed into a clearing. Kyou looked up, cold rain drops pelting him mercilessly. Kyou's jeans started to cling to him, the moisture irritating soft skin as he stumbled over a rock and assumed a fighting stance.
Amusement flickered across Yuki's face. "Do you seriously think that that will help you? Don't make me laugh, kitty." Kyou looked up, eyes watering until Yuki was just a blur. He dropped his fists helplessly to his sides, glaring at Yuki through the tears that now ran down his face, hot drops of useless rage falling alongside the icy rain. It was pointless. This was pointless. He knew it. He had always known it.
Yuki, now only a foot away from Kyou, crept up to him, putting his hands on Kyou's waist again, sending shivers down Kyou's spine that they both knew were not from the cold. "Your body wants this as much as I do" Drawled Yuki, whose nose was now touching Kyou's.
What the hell's wrong with me? How come I keep on not being able to move? Kyou stared helplessly as one of Yuki's pale slender hands glided down the sides of denim fabric that was Kyou's pants. A button. A zipper. A touch.
"Get your hands off of me" Kyou was struggling, the words gritting out slowly and painfully. It was hard to move anything now.
"Oh?" Yuki's eyebrow raised with interested amusement. "And if I don't?"
"Y-you bastard"
"What would you do if I released you from this paralysis spell?"
So that's it…"I'm going to fucking k-kill you"
"Which one? Fuck me or kill me?"
"G-god d-damn it you s-sick…"
"Let's see then. We'll play a little game of tag. If you can tag me, I'll let you decide which one to try. Sound fun?" Yuki gave Kyou a small grin and walked off. As soon as he was out of sight Kyou fell to the ground, his whole body on fire, every single muscle sore and strained. But that didn't matter. He was going to kill that fucking rat.
Sprinting down the slippery pathway, he saw that the house was close by. He saw Yuki walk in, considerately leaving the door open for Kyou. He flew through the door, tackling Yuki through the new rice paper door.
"You fucking rat! How could you do that? You sick fucking little pervert! I'm going to kill you!"
Kyou was on top of Yuki, pinning him to the floor and hissing in rage. "Oh, are you now? You're more than welcome to try, but I can guarantee that you're not going to get the results you desire." At that Kyou had socked Yuki, sending him into the little stand across the room. "I'm sure no one is going to appreciate it if you break all of the furniture" Yuki stood up and brushed himself off, and they fought the hardest that anyone in the family ever had, both knowing who was going to win, both knowing that the outcome would hurt the looser more than he could tolerate.
As Kyou's memories drew him into the present, he looked up to see Yuki's smiling face hovering above him, and hatred stained his vision.
At Kyou's scowl, Yuki smiled even more broadly. "I see you remember. That's good. I don't think it would be as much fun if I had no fight." Looking down, his smile faded as Kyou's eyes cleared their expression and watered, salty water overflowing and splashing on Kyou's naked skin.
"Why?" It was barely over a whisper. "What happened? What did I do?" It seemed that he was talking to himself more than Yuki. But Yuki was listening closely. Pity and regret seemed to flicker across his features for a brief moment, but it disappeared as if his soul had eaten it.
"Because" Yuki said softly, causing Kyou to look up through his tears. "You never saw. I tried so hard to make you understand without actually telling you, but" Yuki's eyes and voice hardened, making Kyou wince. "You didn't get, like the stupid cat that you are. You made me suffer. You and your selfish pathetic ways, I don't understand why I ever-"Once more Yuki's whole demeanor changed. "I loved you. I love you. But you NEVER got it. It's so- so simple really." Tears slipped down his face, and all of the sudden Kyou could see an internal battle raging inside of Yuki. And Kyou suddenly understood that he had caused this. He was the source of all of this pain, and he was now making both of them suffer.
"I'm…" Yuki looked up. The war had ceased, the emotions were now steady. His hatred had taken over.
"sorry, right? I'll show you what sorry means, you son of a bitch!" Kyou flinched as Yuki's hands slid over his exposed body, barely grazing its way up to his neck, suddenly gripping it, sending a gasp out of the cat.
Flinging him none too gently on his bed, Yuki crawled after him, pressing Kyou's body roughly to the bed. No sound came forth from the cat, who had lost the battle before it had even began. Kyou didn't move when he felt his hands pinned together from their position above his head. He no longer winced as he felt rope digging into his skin, rendering his already motionless body immobile. His emotions were tumbling inside like a hurricane in a trash dump, and right about now that was exactly how he was feeling. He had driven Yuki to this, to this unending insanity, and now he was completely helpless to the results. It was his fault- not Yuki's. If only he'd seen, if only he'd known…
Kyou gasped as he felt Yuki's fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing gently, massaging, arousing. Kyou's mind screamed in protest, but his body screamed for more of this, shivering at the touch of skin on skin. The hand left and came to touch Kyou's tear streaked face, seeming to comforting the one who should have been comforting him. Kyou could feel his cheeks turn red, could feel his whole body slowly turning into a hot ship of lust, fueled by new found hatred.
Hatred for himself.
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I'll post the rest as soon as possible, but first I gotta have some reviews! What do you people think anyways? I need opinions! Flames are welcome! (so is cash!)
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