XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: Wahh, I am SO sorry for not updating in so long. I'm so horrible. But, to make up for it, I'm posting two chapters! Yae! Hehe, well, to make up for my lack of updating and to make up for the shortness of both of these pathetic chapters. Well, I have plushies and thanks!
Novelist gets a plushie of Haru hugging Isuzu from behind! Aww, kawaii, even if it IS Haru and Rin and not Haru and Yuki. Hehe -waves a flag that says "YAOI FOREVA" in bold letters- Novelist, you MUST update! Hopefully you're feeling better. If not, then get well soon!
flamethrowerqueen gets Kyo in bondage! -drools- I love being a fangirl. As usual, your reviews were awesome and very much appreciated. And you're lucky you got a Shigure plushie for your birth ... day...-OMG happy birthday! Hehe, when was it? -throws confetti and holds a virtual party for flamethrowerqueen-
Shiro Ryuu gets a plushie ofAkito-glomping-Kureno-VERY-HOTLY! Yumminess. Your review made me laugh (with delight, of course) ... you're just too sweet. I've never received so much praise before ... quite frankly, I don't think I'm deserving, but that doesn't mean I don't VERY MUCH appreciate it. -glomps chu- Thanks, so much!
And thanks also to IamMidnite, kyonkyonkichikoi, Lainy Wolf, gimcrak, Artemis Maxwell-Yuy (who is also Ed-N-Envy's Matchmaker ... tehe), hakkai-my-youkai, Danyu, Reigning Fyre, SolitaireAikanaro (thanks SO much for my Haru plushie! huggles plushie Much love to you!), flyingdaggers, KyokoKat, kotalover108, Avacados are evil, Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot (sob Sorry it took me so long to update! I started right after you e-mailed me, although my writer's block may have detered the potential wonderfulness of these next two chapters, so forgive me if they suck!), Ruby Love, Queen Blood-Ruby, Pickle-Kitten, rAiNwAtEr, unheard screams, and sleepy.cat.zzz (thank you for the warning; I would hope my story wouldn't get deleted ... but, there are HUNDREDS of lemons ... and much worse ... on this site, so I'm not too worried). Thank you all! You guys really make me feel good about my work, something I usually don't feel good about. You are my inspiration!
Now for the next two chapters ... enjoy!
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Holy shit. It felt like my heart was about to pop out of my chest! Agh, and I was so hot and my mind was in a fog … I'd never felt like this before. And Yuki … he was just sitting there, watching me nervously. Did he really plan on doing what I thought he was planning on doing? He looked unsure. Half of me wanted him to stop. But the other half, the half that was really beginning to make me believe that I had some issues, wished he would go all the way.
And then, he—
"Boys! I'm home!"
My eyes widened. "Shit—"
"—Damn!" Yuki jumped up, so quickly in fact that he seemed almost eager to get out of the situation he'd put himself in, and hurried to unbind my legs.
"Yuki! Kyo!"
"What's he doing home so soon?" Yuki muttered distractedly as he moved to untie my hands.
"He's home because he's a sick bastard," I snapped, flexing my wrists as they were released. We heard Shigure's footfalls on the stairs. Yuki threw me my shirt, all creased and crinkled from being used as bondage. I wrinkled my nose at the thought as I slipped it over my head and pushed my arms through the holes.
Just as Shigure rapped on the door, Yuki finished knotting his tie, trying to smooth it so that it didn't resemble an accordion.
"What do you want?" Yuki snapped irritably.
"I was just wondering how you were doing," came the Dog's reply.
"I was doing just fine until you interrupted me." Yuki didn't lose his calm demeanor, his characteristic snappishness ever-present in his speech.
"What were you—"
"Homework. Now go away."
"… Where's Kyo?"
"How should I know? Did you check the roof? Or maybe God has finally decided to bless us and that stupid Cat is lying face-down in a ditch somewhere."
I could just feel the retort crawling up my throat as I glared at Yuki, and as I opened my mouth to yell at him, he clamped a hand over my lips, leveling me with a steady gaze that clearly said, "Say one word and you die." I just glared harder, although it ultimately had no effect on the damn Rat.
"Now, now Yuki, you shouldn't be so hard on Kyo—"
"Save it," Yuki demanded icily. "Leave me alone so I can finish studying. I'd rather not fail another test."
There was an audible sigh from the other side of the door as the Dog dejectedly shuffled back downstairs. Perverted bastard! What the hell was he expecting to find? I was seriously going to knock him through a wall one day.
We waited in silence until we heard the door to his study slide shut with a 'clack' and simultaneously heaved sighs of relief.
Then, Yuki turned his violet eyes on me, and they just seemed to glitter with wanton intent. He smirked. "Well, I think I'm winning."
What. The. Hell. After all that, he was still focused on our 'battle'? Oh, wait … so was I. This was a battle! Nothing else! Nothing. It would never be anything else. I sniffed indignantly. "Just you wait, you damn Rat … I'm going to take the lead again."
He quirked a delicate eyebrow and smirked wider. "Hmm, we'll see."
He followed me to the door, and I stepped into the hallway. Just as I was turning to leave, he said, "Kyo."
I faced him. "Wha—" And he quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against mine in the quickest, most chaste kiss I'd ever received, almost like the way a wife would kiss her husband as he left for work. The thought made me shudder disconcertedly, but the feel of this kiss was something I wouldn't forget. It was so light and sweet.
And then the door closed, breaking me from my daze, and Yuki was gone.
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I couldn't sleep that night. It was just so frustrating. I kept playing the day over and over again in my head. Rather, it kept playing itself over and over again in my head. It was like a broken film projector or some annoying kid with a remote control who'd just learned how to use the "rewind" button. First to the afternoon when we were alone, then to the parting kiss, and back again.
I rolled over on my futon, staring out the window at the star-strewn, black sky.
His hands cupping the sides of my face as his mouth devoured mine …
I shifted to my stomach, burying my face in my pillow.
His tongue running across my neck …
I turned back to the window, noticing idly how the trees danced in the breeze.
His fingers tracing patterns down my body …
I clenched my eyes shut, trying to stop the mental slideshow.
"You're so beautiful."
Only to be haunted by his voice.
"Hush, Kitten."
A chill shot up my spine.
Would this torment never end? What had I gotten myself into? Why were my thoughts so consumed with Yuki, saturated with his face, his smell, his taste, his voice …? Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? Why, dammit!
It was all so stupid. He was Yuki! My rival, my cousin! A guy! Yeah, I know, that's the same song I've been singing since our first kiss, but it just sounds so wrong, and yet it feels so right.
I sighed again, and prepared for a night of tossing and turning. Except, my preparations were superfluous, I soon found out. My night was actually quite pleasant—a little too pleasant—with dreams of Yuki sugarcoating my sleep and only fueling my desire for the last person I'd ever imagined myself falling for.
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I spent the weekend trying to avoid Yuki to the best of my ability. But, when Monday came around, I had no choice but to face him in school. I woke up early and was running out the door just as Yuki was plodding down the steps, still only half-conscious, as he tended to be in the morning.
Yet, the inevitable happened, and he showed up in class ten minutes before the bell rang, pouring over a book and trying to ignore the "Prince Yuki Fan Club" gathered in the corner of the room, ogling him from a distance. It irked me to see them fawning over him. And the fact that it irked me just irked me even more.
I dropped my head to my desk and proceeded to knock it against the cold wood.
"Kyo-kun, are you okay?"
I stopped to see Tohru watching me nervously. I rubbed my forehead where I was certain a red mark was forming and nodded. She looked unconvinced, but took her seat anyway as the teacher walked in.
And so began the longest day of school I'd ever had to suffer through.
I tried to focus on my work for the most part, and the rest of my energy was spent avoiding that damn Rat. I succeeded fairly well. Unless you count that constant nagging in the back of my mind. Every time I caught someone staring at him, I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit possessive. After all, he was practically mine. I had marked him.
… Wow, that had sounded really weird. But it was true, I'd bruised his neck, I'd left my mark on him. And no one in this entire school, not one of the girls (or sometimes boys) who watched him as he walked down the hallway or stole glances at him during class knew him like I did. No one had seen him like I had. I felt that no one but me had the right to stare at him like that. He was mine.
So when the end of the day came, and we sat in class waiting for the bell to ring, and the "Prince Yuki Fan Club" appeared before their idol, presenting him with praise and tokens of affection, I just snapped. I stood from my seat, completely ignoring whatever it was Uo had been saying, and stalked over to where Yuki was sitting.
He glared up at me. "What do you want?" he snapped, as I stood before him, pushing through his ring of admirers.
I grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet without a word. If the possessive glint in my eye was as obvious as I thought it was, then he got the message. And, he didn't seem to protest, a fact which sent an excited jolt pulsing through my body. We held our façades as I dragged him into the hallway, a hush falling over the classroom as we exited. I could hear the frantic murmurs erupt again as I closed the door.
Yuki grabbed my shoulders then and pinned me to the wall, devouring me with his hungry gaze. It sent a shiver down my spine to see the greedy glitter in his amethyst eyes. He leaned in to nuzzle my neck, then moved up to kiss me, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips.
"Not here," I breathed.
He nodded and we ran down the hallway, both seemingly possessed by the same inexplicable demons. It didn't matter. All that mattered was sating whatever craving we were suddenly overcome with.
As soon as we reached the boys' bathroom, we ducked inside and Yuki slid the lock into place behind us. I went to check to make sure we were alone, and no sooner had I finished my inspection than Yuki had grabbed onto me again and once more had me pinned to the wall, this time the cold, hard tile wall of the bathroom.
And again I stopped him as he went to kiss me. "Not so fast, Prince." He flushed adorably at the nickname. "It's my turn."
Before he could protest, much less process what was going on, I had reversed our positions and was hungrily delving into the sweet, hot cavern of his mouth. He tasted just as I remembered. Oh God, it was amazing, the taste, the smell, the feel, everything about kissing Yuki was like finding Nirvana, Heaven, a new level of euphoria. I couldn't get enough of it. He sighed rapturously into my mouth, and I felt some sort of keening noise escape my lips in response, my arms sliding from his shoulders to thread through his steel-gray locks, guiding his mouth as we kissed. I think there might have been a point when I'd actually brushed my tongue against the back of his throat, but I was so enraptured that I barely noticed. I don't think I would've noticed at all if he hadn't suddenly shuddered and gagged. Damn gag reflex. I broke away then, breathing heavily, but didn't even look him in the eye. I immediately dove in to bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent that was Yuki. I wanted him, all of him, right then and there.
But suddenly, any fantasy I had been playing out in my head was dashed by an obnoxious rapping on the door.
"Hey! Who locked this?"
I shook my head disbelievingly—we were interrupted again!—and detached myself from him. The person continued to bang on the door as we checked our appearances in the mirror, making sure to fix our hair or clothes or anything that could've gone askew. The red, swollen lips and flushed faces were nothing we could hide, so we did the best we could and then unlocked the door. Yuki was nearly hit in the head as the person on the other side continued to knock even after we'd opened it, not realizing we had.
The boy just stared after us as we pushed past him. I glanced back at Yuki once before departing down the hallway. He probably had some student council crap to attend to, so I just left without him. Tohru might have gone home already; I really, for once, didn't care. My brain was so bogged-down with thoughts and my heart so heavy with conflicting emotions that I couldn't bear any human interaction, unless it was with the cause of my dilemma, of course.
But the thought that surfaced above all the others was, that even though that kiss had been breathtakingly amazing, had it brought me back in the lead?
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But wait ... there's more!
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