We're All Just Stupid People Doing Stupid Things in a Stupid World
XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: Plushies for all!
SolitaireAikanaro gets a Hatori plushie. Aww Hatori!
crazy novelist-san wanted someone eating a rice ball ... hmmm ... yush, how about Momiji? I love that bunny, he's soo adorable!
And as for your story ... Yae! I was half-right? That's better than completely wrong! ... hmmm ... plushie ... How about Dark? Yaee, Dark!
pinksnow gets a Yuki plushie!
flamethrowerqueen gets Uo! Haha, yes, Uo ... with her I'm-about-to-kill-Kyo smirk ... I love their little fights! Kyo just can't catch a break ... with anyone!
KyokoKat gets Yuki to go with her Kyo plushie! Aww, soo kyute! And I'm glad you liked the purring. I always thought it would be funny if Kyo purred like a cat when he was ... pleased.
And thank you, too, to mcw7csc, Ed-N-Envys Matchmaker, Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot (yes they are!), and Shiro Ryuu! Everyone is soo awesome, and it was your reviews that helped me to defeat my writer's block and write something a little longer, this time!
Oh, and hey everyone, Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot was wondering if I was gonna write a lemon! I've never written one before, but if you guys want one, I guess I could. At least, I guess I could try. Every chapter from here on in is lime-central, of course, cause everyone loves limey-ness. Well, at least, I do, which is why I'm writing it. But iff'n ya want a lemon, request it, and I'll see if I can muster up enough courage to write one!
Well, anyway, enjoy!
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Damn him!
I stomped into my room, launching a sharp kick at my mattress, which really did nothing except send a dull pain through my shin. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
Damn Yuki, damn Shigure, damn Haru, Momiji, Hatori, Ayame, Kisa, Hiro, Ritsu, Rin, Kureno, Kagura, Akito, Toh –
Gah … stop it!
I can't believe I was about to blame Tohru. Well, actually, I shouldn't be blaming anyone, save Yuki … but I don't like the others, anyway, so I can blame them if I feel like it.
Damn everyone! (Except Tohru).
I paced in a circle, and then pivoted furiously on my heel, marching to my door, making to open it and tramp back downstairs, then deciding otherwise and stomping back to my mattress, turning around, and finally flopping down on my bed with a soft "pmf".
I laid back, glaring at the ceiling, and I'm sure I would've burned a hole through it had I glared any longer. Instead, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my adrenaline-fueled body and my still-racing heart.
I then realized that I was once again losing the battle.
This was like no battle I'd ever fought. Not against Yuki, not even against Haru. I wasn't even really sure it was a battle anymore –
What was I saying? Of course it was! What else could it be?
Ah, that damn Rat was putting ideas in my head, ideas that I didn't want. I mean, really, I had his tongue inside my mouth … and all over my neck! I should be repulsed, sitting in the bathtub at this point and trying to scrub myself clean. But … I wasn't. I was actually … wishing it would all happen again. Yuki really was good at … whatever he'd been doing. Really good. And once again, he'd found a way to mess with my head! Did that guy ever do anything other than fuck around with me?
Uh … yeah, that sounded kind of … wrong, but I didn't mean it that way! I meant that he's always trying to mess me up, confuse me, annoy me, piss me off until I'm shouting and itching to wrap my hands around his neck and throttle him!
His neck … his tongue … on my neck … I had never felt anything so –
Dammit! I'm doing it again! This is bad! I don't want Yuki … I don't, I don't, I don't!
Shit, I do. Otherwise I wouldn't need to be trying so hard to convince myself that I don't. And I wouldn't be feeling incredibly turned on by remembering our recent make-out sess – erm, battle.
How had this happened? Yesterday, I had come home, pissed because I had lost yet again to Uo in cards. We had argued, and she had said something like, "Even the Prince could beat you." That had set me off; I hated being compared to that damn Rat. So I had arrived back at Shigure's house, looking to vent my frustration and maybe even get to fight Yuki. And then he'd just brushed me off like the arrogant bastard that he was. I'd tried to goad him into a fight, and he'd … kissed me! Not really much of a kiss, after all, I wasn't lying when I'd told him it was horrible. But a kiss nonetheless. So I'd thought I'd be all clever and get back at him by turning the tables and messing with his head. Lo and behold, my plan backfired. I'd just succeeded in messing with my own head! And he'd really surprised me with that little neck-ravishing trick he'd pulled. Where the hell did he even learn that?
Whatever.
I glanced at the clock. It was nearly time for dinner; I suppose I should get up off my ass and go downstairs. Ugh, but he's downstairs. I don't want to face him yet! God, this is going to be so awkward, just being in the same room with him!
I laid there for a little longer, debating on whether or not I'd rather starve or face Yuki. I decided on the latter, seeing so I didn't really feel like missing Tohru's cooking over something as stupid as this.
All right, but what am I going to do about this battle? I'm losing! I'll have to get the lead back … somehow.
"Cat."
I looked up. I hadn't even heard my door slide open! The cause to all of my problems was standing there in the doorway, regarding me with his typical cool expression.
"What!" I snapped.
He glared at me. "Do you have to be so loud?"
I huffed, laying back down and trying to pretend he wasn't there, closing my eyes. I heard the door slide closed again, and figured he'd left, that is, until I felt his warm breath against my ear.
"You purr."
"GAH!" I jumped up, just missing colliding heads with Yuki. I glared at him. How the hell had he gotten so close without me knowing? As he sat down on the edge of my mattress, his words registered with me. "What do you mean, I purr?"
His eyes glinted. "Downstairs, when I was claiming the upper-hand in our," he passed me an inscrutable look, "battle. I was just wondering if you always purred like a cat when making-out," he finished with a casual air.
My eyes widened considerably. Did he just ask me …? "I DON'T PURR!" I shouted.
Yuki snickered. "Yes, you do."
"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW!"
He gave me a flat look. "How would I not know?"
"I …! You …! Uh … it's just …!" I stuttered, heat rising in my cheeks. Damn him. "The battle's not over yet!" I said instead. "I'm going to beat you, you damn Rat!"
Yuki quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Yeah, that's so."
"I'd like to see you try," Yuki jeered.
I started, my jaw clenching at his arrogance. "Fine, then." I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his mouth down on mine before he had time to react. All I saw before closing my eyes were his own widened, violet orbs and look of vague surprise.
The battle continued.
I acted quickly, taking his hip with one hand, holding the back of his head with the other, and pulled him over beneath me, laying down on top of him. Still connected heatedly at the mouth, I ran my tongue slowly along his bottom lip, not really caring whether or not he'd open up. Either way, I was getting inside. He complied, though, and I slipped my tongue between his parted lips, immediately probing every corner of his hot, wet mouth. He tasted just as I remembered, sweet and fresh but tainted with something bitter. It was utterly Yuki, and I loved it.
Whoa … what?
Ah, who am I kidding? I did like the way he tasted, very much so. It was addicting, his taste, stronger than any drug and definitely three times as potent. I was lost immediately to the passion of the moment, and my actions slid from beneath the hand of my better judgment. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, making him all the more vulnerable and submissive. When air became such a necessity that it couldn't be ignored, I pulled away, but wasted no time in drawing my tongue along his jaw, his skin so soft and warm, so delectable. He drew a shuddering breath, rolling his head back to expose more of his neck. I took the invitation and kissed the milky flesh, nipping and sucking and licking, until he eventually let out a particularly throaty moan, a shudder racking his slender frame. I paused for only a second before nipping at the same spot again, somewhere below his ear, and received the same reaction.
Perfect.
"You like that?" I whispered huskily against his skin. He nodded weakly, trying to free his wrists to gain some control of the situation. I brushed my lips across this newfound sensitive area.
"Mmmmmm," Yuki whined, trying again to reclaim his hands. I held them tightly above his head, not allowing him any degree of dominance. "Bastard," he muttered through gritted teeth.
"But you love it," I replied with a wicked grin.
Yuki growled indignantly, and I could feel it vibrate through his neck. The growl quickly transformed into a gasp, however, as my teeth grazed that pleasure spot, that exceptionally soft skin stretching between his jawbone and neck below his ear. He tried once again, in vain, to free his wrists, and I was growing tired of his feeble struggle.
"What is it?" I asked crossly.
"You're … not being forceful enough …" he ground out sheepishly.
I chuckled against his neck. "I know, but you're just so much fun to tease."
With that, I ran my tongue along that spot, once lightly, then again a little harder, and then even harder, pressing into that web of delicate flesh. I could feel his pulse beating frantically beneath his skin, and I noticed then that I could feel it, too, in his chest against my own. My heart was running its own little race, though I would never admit it. I pressed my lips against the sensitive area and sucked on the flesh, making Yuki moan. It was a beautiful sound, very erotic. I liked the way it sounded, and the desire to hear it again and again grew with each passing second. Finally, I nipped at his neck, at that particular spot that I found to be a definite turn-on for Yuki, and I knew I'd probably left some sort of mark or bruise judging on how hard I'd nipped. Although, from the way it sounded, Yuki didn't mind.
With a few last kisses to his sensitive spot, I moved down his neck with my tongue, only to find myself interrupted by the collar of his shirt. Damn shirt. I mean really, who needs shirts anyway? Yuki certainly doesn't. I thought of unbuttoning the petty article of clothing before realizing that I'd then have to release his hands. I could tell that Yuki was holding his breath, as if waiting for my next move, wondering whether or not he'd finally get some control and perhaps something a bit more pleasurable. I decided on keeping him captive and moved back up to his lips. He sighed into the kiss, a sigh that sounded a bit disappointed. This next kiss, however, ended quickly as Yuki turned his head to the side before we'd even gotten started, obviously wanting to stop.
"What gives?" I demanded.
He turned his head back to me. "Time for dinner," he said. "That's what I'd come up to tell you."
Taking advantage of my brief moment of bewilderment, Yuki wriggled out from beneath me and got up, straightening himself out before going to the door.
He stopped before leaving, turning back to me, and saying, "This isn't over. I've never lost a battle yet, and I don't plan on starting now."
I looked over at him, incredulous, as he departed downstairs. I was sure there had been a smirk on his face.
Damn Rat.
But there's no way in Heaven or Hell that he's taking the lead again!
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Can anyone say "overkill"? I totally over-did that part with Kyo torturing Yuki ... though I guess it wasn't really that torturous, but whatever ... I imagine it would be. Well, whattya think? Remember, vote! Lemon or no!
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