Title: Loud
Pairing: Hatori Sohma/Ayame Sohma
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: #17. kHz (kilohertz)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or its characters.

Rating: R for implied sexual intercourse and awkward use of the word kilohertz. xx;

Loud

Everything about Ayame was loud. His clothes were loud, his voice was loud, his beauty was loud. Even his body language was so overbearingly loud that it was hard to ignore. Hatori knew this and had gotten used to it over the years. He could stand most of Ayame's noise; however, he did have issues with the sounds Ayame made unconsciously.

"Ayame. Stop that."

The man chose to ignore him and continued humming. The sound echoed through the room, making it impossible to concentrate on anything other than Ayame.

Okay, maybe the Hebi was not doing it that unconsciously.

"Aya." The doctor tried again, a little louder this time, intently staring at the Hebi currently doodling on his important papers. He had long given up that particular fight, but the current one was a problem that had bothered him ever since they were children.

Though, since their puberty kicked in and Ayame got the deep baritone he wore with suitable pride ("It is a sign of manly romance, 'Tori-san!"), Hatori had found it increasingly difficult to tune out the man's voice, despite even his trained patience and senses.

The real problem was that Ayame knew this well, and had exploited it immensely even before they had gotten together. The exploitation had merely increased afterwards.

"What is it, my dearest Tori-san? Don't you like my singing capabilities? Oh, what am I saying? Of course you do! My voice can make you draw away from your horribly boring work and make you look at me!"

Of course Ayame would see it that way. Hatori sighed deeply, sensing another one of Ayame's infamous discussions coming on, being dragged into it whether he wanted to or not.

"I happen to want to do this horribly boring work, Aya. You know just as well as I do that you are merely distracting me because you want some inspiration for clothes." He noticed that Ayame wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, so he quickly continued. "How did you make all of your clothes before, when… this was not going on?"

Ayame chuckled, putting a hand coquettishly on his cheek to hide the faint blush spreading over his cheeks. "Honestly Tori-san, you'd think you assumed I was still a virgin when you suddenly pulled off my clothes in the middle of the family meeting and…" He trailed off, wiggling on the fluffy bed at the uncomfortable turn in the discussion. Hatori must've realised he had been with many people before, but he never liked to admit to it openly out of fear of being rejected by Hatori. The Hebi didn't think he could bear to lose the Ryuu now, after having waited for so long for their manly romance.

Hatori raised an eyebrow, distinctly ignoring the other unpleasant facts in favour of the blatant lie. "You know that is not how it happened. You should not lie or embellish so much. In fact, I'd rather if you didn't take up anymore bad habits from Shigure at all."

Ayame stuck out his tongue and moved in on Hatori, shifting the plethora of stuffy, boring books off of the wooden desk in one sweeping motion. He proceeded by sitting on the desk, one of his legs slowly stroking the other.
"You know… you can still make me stop lying… by making it the truth." He lowered his voice even more, hoping to seduce Hatori from his work. Ah, if only sounding sultry was what it took to get a little recognition… Ayame didn't think it was fair that someone as handsome as he had to work so hard to get a little manly romance.

Hatori's lip threatened to turn upwards. It was not often that Ayame gave him permission to rip his precious clothes to shreds. "I guess that means that you have to stay even longer to fix your clothes afterwards?" He said pointedly, already moving his agile fingers over the slender man's chest. He felt his animal counterpart stirring inside his mind, breaking through his carefully placed mental barriers as he felt a strong urge to protect the Hebi.

His Hebi.

Soon enough, any possessive thoughts were cast aside as said Hebi moaned, desperate for some well deserved attention. Hatori decided that this was the most distracting sound the Hebi could make, and then he thought no more.

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Afterwards they lay against each other, still panting from the strenuous exercise. Hatori would always fuss over Ayame, who had a poor health to begin with. Around winter this worry increased, and Ayame had not yet been able to stop the Ryuu from worrying. Instead, he had figured out how to not give the doctor the chance of worrying by nibbling on his earlobe. It certainly proved effective most of the times, and this time was no exception. Hatori gasped, easily forgetting his newly re-found rational thoughts as shivers ran over his spine.

Suddenly, the Hebi made a sound he had not yet heard before. A loud sound. Being close to his ear, the sound nearly broke the kilohertz meter of the Ryuu's sensitive hearing.

"What are you doing?" He whispered incredulously, hoarse from all the sounds that he had made before. Ayame chuckled, but continued to purr. "I am very pleased and warm, so I am making a contended sound." He said it as if it was very logical for him to be purring, his voice equally hoarse as the man lying next to him.

"You do realise that you are not the Neko of the Zodiac, I hope." Hatori sighed, already giving up this fight and wanting for Ayame to continue his previous ministrations. He thought that the sound was rather cute, although he would never admit it out loud.

Ayame continued purring, completely ignoring the logic of Hatori's comment. He rolled from his position aside from the Ryuu to atop of him, the desire for his body to touch every part of Hatori's body possible was almost overbearing. The reality of their situation always hit him in the afterglow when his senses came back from overload to allow sensible thoughts back into his mind. At the realisation of their state of affairs, he purred even harder.

Hatori simply rolled his eyes, kissing his lover softly. It had proved to be a very effective way of stopping all sounds coming from his lover, but the purring continued deep in his lover's throat, and actually increased in volume as the two men shared air. Hatori tried vaguely to get his lover to stop by deepening the kiss and moving his tongue closer to the vibrations, but didn't really put effort in the stopping as much as in the continuing of the strange noise. Knowing when his lover was pleased was a great advantage.

No longer did Hatori mind the fact that his lover was so loud.

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Please note that I am no longer writing in chronological order. ;; Some sentences may be awkward but I couldn't change it anymore. ..