Rating: R, I suppose.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or its characters.
Warning: Insinuated sex and bad humour. xD;
A/N: This was made for the 30kisses community with the theme #10. My perverted mind changed it to this. xD; Next chapter will be the continuation of the sick-Ayame thing in chapter 3. Makes sense? No? Sorry 'bout that. xD;; It's going to be angsty, and I wanted to have some happy fics first. XP Thanks for all the reviews people, I really appreciate them!
Rating of Sins
Ayame sighed heavily as the discussion started again.
"No, Hatori, I will not compare you to any of my previous lovers! You are perfect in your own right!" Ayame couldn't help but sigh at the unusual feelings of insecurity and adequacy of his Ryuu. Ever since Hatori had caught sight of Ayame's diary lying open on his sketch desk and witnessed the number of lovers Ayame had invited in his bed prior to them, he had been treating the man with the utmost of attention.
At first Ayame had been thrilled, finding an attentive, available lover a much better alternative to a grumpy, distant one. In the past few days, though, it had started bugging him, especially once he had found out the reason.
He didn't like that his own loose behaviour was the origin of Hatori's sudden change of moods, but hadn't known how to deal with the mood in time. Now it was too late, as the Ryuu had started asking questions. Awkward questions. Stupid, awkward questions, that Ayame really did not want to get into.
Sure, Hatori was a little inexperienced when compared to some of his previous lovers – not to mention himself -, but that just added to his charm and cuteness. Besides, everything felt 10 times better with Hatori just because of the way he felt about him- he had never loved anyone like that before. But he couldn't very well explain that to Hatori, who was quite sensitive about his mating habits. Ayame smiled when he thought about how Hatori kept calling sex 'making love', despite the girly associations that went with the phrase. And they said he was the girly one… And after all; they were together now- why did it matter what had happened prior?
"Aya. Please tell me." The doctor sighed, letting himself fall down on Ayame's red couch with an unusual lack of grace.
"Please, 'Tori-san… how can I compare you to my ex-lovers? You mean so much to me, you know that." The Hebi settled himself next to the doctor on the couch, crawling closer to him as a plea for apology. He started kissing Hatori's neck, occasionally leaving a small bite, hoping to stop the endless stream of questions and insinuations.
"Then why won't you tell me that I was better than most, if not all of your lovers? The way they treated you, made love to you… at least give me something, Aya. A number, perhaps?"
With a sigh and a last nibble on Hatori's deliciously tasting neck, Ayame gave up and left for his shop without offering Hatori another explanation. He was done repenting for the past. Now it was time for Hatori to forgive him.
The questions continued in such a manner. This went on for quite a few days, until the Hebi grew tired of these questions and surprised his Ryuu by kissing him silly when he was supposed to be finishing his improved design for a maid outfit. The silver-haired man allowed the other man to take over, liking it when his lover marked him as his.
When said lover woke up the next morning, he found a little note folded on his forehead. He grumbled, angry that Ayame had left without even waking him and giving him his daily good morning kiss (which Ayame insisted upon, damn it, not he), and fumbled with the paper groggily before opening it.
10.
Hatori's lips twitched and couldn't help the fierce surge of pride running through his body.