XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N:
First, let me warn anyone who hasn't read Fruits Basket 6 that there is a very slight spoiler in the first paragraph of this chapter.
Okeydokey, now that you have been warned, plushies and thanks!
Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot gets a Yuki 'n Kyo plushie! w00t for YukixKyo-ness! Thanks for your review, I'm glad you liked the chapters:)
flamethrowerqueen gets TWO plushies, for reviewing six and seven, and for just being so awesome in general. One of Momiji with his oh-so-adorable bunny ears, and another of the insane dancing riceball! Wooooh, dancing riceball! That thing is sooo weird ... but awesome at the same time. :) Much love.
Novelist also gets TWO plushies for reviewing for both chapters. One of the ever-amazing Yuki 'n Kyo, back to back, leaning on each other and smiling like the adorable bishies that they are, and the other of Hatori in his white doctor's coat ... to help Novelist heal! Get well! And thanks, as usual, for the awesome reviews. You know how much I love them.
Shiro Ryuu gets a sexy!Yuki plushie ... 'cause he's just so sexy in all his sexy glory. XD Thank you, also, for your totally amazing review. Yours are always one of the longest and most thoughtful and one of the ones that make me smile and laugh the most. Always appreciated! -glomps chuu- So THANK YOU.
Queen Blood-Ruby gets our favorite duo (Yuki 'n Kyo, of course XD) holdin' hands and lookin' shy ... oooh, so KAWAII! I just love those two (as if it weren't obvious). Hehe, yes, yaoi does rock, and it will rock until the end of time. YAOI! Sankyu, too, for your enthusiastic review. I totally appreciated the encouragement!
Electriccables gets a plushie of the one and only adorable Neko, KYO! w00tness! Thank you very muchly for your review!
And thanks to everyone else: SolitaireAikanaro (ever-supportive and whose reviews always make me smile), Reigning Fyre (thankies for the cookie! and the review!), flyingdaggers, liz, Lainy, half-demon628, and Black Water-Fox! All of you guys are just way too awesome for words.
Without everyone, there is no way I would've been able to continue this story. YOU ALL ROCK! And, let me tell you that I am trying to work up to a lemon, once I gather my nerve and write it. It will most likely go at the end of the story. This chapter's a bit on the angsty side ... yae for angst!
RATING BEING UP'ED.
Enjoy!
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It took a lot to get me to cry. I could take any amount of physical pain and never shed a tear, and I could handle quite a bit of emotional strain, too, without breaking down. But there were some pains that were simply insufferable, like when shishou had taken off my bracelet and Tohru had seen my monstrous "other" form. I had cried a lot that day. And tonight, as I'd lay in bed, trying to sort through my thoughts and feelings, I'd become overwhelmed.Why did this have to happen? Why? I knew that it was wrong, oh God, was it ever wrong. But then, how could something so wrong … feel so right? How many times had I asked myself that question? Too many times. Case in point.
But, not only was this all wrong, but it wasn't even real, in a sense. It wasn't anything substantial—we were just a couple of guys fooling around with each other, "battling", fighting in a game of Tug-O-War that had no end. There was no point! Where was this "battle" going? At least when we fought hand-to-hand, matching our skills in martial arts, it was always quick, the victor always decided right then and there, and the only rule was: Last one standing wins. It was different this time. Very different. This "battle" required entirely different skills, this "battle" didn't seem to have any end in sight, and there couldn't really be a "victor", not when the matter of whether or not it even was a battle was uncertain.
The single impulse that had spurred this whole mess was revenge. I had wanted revenge on Yuki for freaking me out with that little, nearly-harmless kiss he'd given me that day to shut me up. I'd thought I would freak him out in return, and that would be that. I didn't know he'd retaliate. Most importantly, though, I didn't know it would go so far.
I mean, he'd had me tied to his goddamn bed! If that's not extreme, then I don't know what is. Wait, I'm going to stop that train of thought right there, because I know that Yuki hadn't taken that little kinky situation to its "extreme", and had Shigure not interrupted, I think he might have.
And what's worse, I think I would have wanted him to.
And therein lies my problem. What the hell is going on? Is this even a battle anymore? Was it ever a battle to begin with? Why did I seem to be enjoying it so much, whenever he'd kiss me, touch me, speak to me in the lust-thickened tone that sent shivers spiraling down my spine? Did he feel the same way? Did he succumb to the exhilaration like I did? Did he enjoy it like I did? Did he feel anything at all other than lust? Feh, doubtful. He hates me, he's always hated me, and he always will hate me. And I think that's what hurts the most.
That's what had brought tears to my eyes and dragged my sorry ass out of bed. I hadn't really had any particular destination in mind when I'd slipped off my futon and stepped into the hallway. But perhaps I hadn't needed a designated destination, when my mind was filled with Yuki, and I knew that my feet would take me to him of their own accord. And they had.
That's how I'd wound up in his room, weeping like a pathetic, sniveling child. But then, when I'd thought he'd snarl in disgust at my weakness and turn me away, he'd done the complete opposite and told me to go to him. For a second, my mind had fooled me into believing that there had been compassion in his eyes and in his gesture, care and possibly even the slightest bit of sincerity. Though, as I'd mentioned, it was probably only a trick of the light or a temporary hallucination. I was already going a bit insane; hallucinating wasn't below me.
And then I'd curled against him, and he'd held me, and I'd just felt so … unbelievably warm and protected, safe in his unyielding embrace. He'd even asked me what was wrong, as if he'd actually cared about why I had been crying.
But soon, the tender moment had disappeared as he'd brought up our little "battle". And suddenly the all-too-familiar feral sensation had come over me, clouding my mind with a wantonness that ignited the very blood in my veins, making me hot all over. Once again, my mind was set on nothing but claiming the beautiful creature that sat before me, sprawled out on his bed, leaning against his pillows and watching me with a desire that seemed to rival my own. He was just too damn sexy.
And now, I had him again, his pajama top wide open and rippling into waves of soft, silver fabric at his sides. I slowly, tantalizingly, slid the shirt down his shoulders, revealing inch upon inch of delicious, milky skin just waiting to be tasted. His eyes slid closed as my fingers pressed across his now-exposed shoulders, running hot lines of pleasant pressure across his collarbone and up his neck before reversing direction and dancing across his chest. He moaned through closed lips, bringing my attention to his mouth, which I suddenly had to claim.
And so I did.
I leaned down and kissed him, starting slowly, slipping tentative licks across his lips as ours moved in sync. He tried to force his tongue inside my mouth, and it took all of my self-control to deny him, keeping my lips pressed tightly together as he tried to pry them apart. He took the hint, returning to our chaste kissing, as I went back to teasing him, occasionally flicking my tongue across his petal-soft lips. Finally, I slipped it inside, and he accepted it wholeheartedly, sighing with happiness as my tongue probed every inch of his hot, wet mouth. But still, I moved slowly and sensuously. Yet, perhaps I was being a bit too tender, because I could feel my restrained and mixed emotions bleeding through my actions, and I had a feeling Yuki was reading my heart like an open book. That could be bad. But I suppose, at the moment, I didn't really care.
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his head, twining my fingers in his gray locks, guiding his head so that I could have the deepest possible access to his mouth. I swear that if there was ever a Yuki-flavored candy, I would buy a million bags and eat them all without temperance. And then, when the million bags were empty, I would go out and buy a million more bags. Although, no candy flavor could ever compare to tasting the real Yuki, and there was no sensation that rivaled the ones aroused by kissing him.
"Mmph," he sounded, gripping my shoulders and pushing me away. I pulled back with a start and looked down at him. His head rolled back, eyes closing, as he drew long, deep breaths. After a moment of heavy panting, he looked up at me with a half-lidded gaze. "Trying to smother me?" he teased.
I blushed, feeling sheepish, with a murmured "Sorry." But I quickly regained my composure, smirking. "I just can't get enough of you." I leaned down again and kissed my way from his forehead, down the bridge of his handsome, aristocratic nose, ghosting over his lips and down his chin, smoothing my fingers across his cheekbones as I went. I pulled away again, looking down at the face I'd just caressed. He really was beautiful. Not even beautiful. He was gorgeous. Perfect from his amethyst eyes to his pale skin to his silken lips. His face had surely been carved by angels. Or, rather, by demons, for it was so sinfully tempting, so bewitching.
"What is it?" Yuki breathed.
I blinked. It then dawned on me that I'd been staring at him, carefully studying his face. "Mm, it's nothing," I whispered. I leaned down to kiss his neck, but he cupped my face and held it so that our gazes were locked.
"It's something," he said definitely.
I sighed, collapsing on top of him and burying my face in the crook of his neck. How was I supposed to answer him? I-I just … "I can't … express, in words, how ……"
"… How what?"
"… how beautiful you are," I whispered.
His breath audibly hitched. "Stop it," he murmured.
"Stop what?"
"Stop flattering me," he replied. I looked up to see him smiling. "It doesn't suit you."
I laughed softly. "No, it doesn't, does it?"
"We're both so out of character," Yuki said with a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling my face close to his, proving his point. "But I don't care."
"That makes two of us …" I breathed against his lips, which parted invitingly. Another kiss was initiated, this one laced with passion.
I didn't linger long on his mouth, though. I could tell we were both wanting more than just kisses. I slowly moved along his jaw and down his neck, making him sigh. I continued down his chest, trailing my fingers over the velvety skin, tracing around his nipples. He moaned and arched into my touches, and I let him, feeling the heat crawl beneath his flesh. I drew my tongue down to his breastbone, at which point I veered right and licked across a pink nub.
"Ahh … Kyo!" Yuki gasped. He arched again as I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, eliciting more melodic moans. His voice was so … hypnotically beautiful, and I absolutely loved the way my name sounded on his tongue when it wasn't sharp with bitterness. I wanted to hear it again.
While I occupied my mouth with his other nipple, my hand began wandering down across Yuki's stomach, tracing sensual patterns around his abdomen and navel, running across what was exposed of his femininely defined hips, feeling him shudder with the propinquity of my hand to his more sensitive areas.
"Kyo," he moaned again, and I couldn't help but feel the wanton note travel straight from my ears to my lower regions, streaking through my body like a flame.
I ran my tongue around his navel. His hands had found their way to my hair and were fisting it desperately. I loved making him lose control like this, so un-Yuki-like. My fingers teased around the elastic waistband of his pajama pants as my tongue dipped inside the shallow indent marring his flawless, alabaster abdomen, causing his spine to arch again. My lips began to kiss around his stomach, falling to his side and ghosting upwards. Somehow, I found my way back to his chest, where I began to kiss harder, drawing my tongue roughly across his skin, working my way up to his neck to nip at the sensitive spot below his ear, the one that I'd discovered to be a definite turn-on and the place where I'd left my mark last time.
He sighed again, rolling his hips up against mine and making me gasp. It felt so good, and right then his desire was made undoubtedly clear. I pushed my hips down on his, and we moaned simultaneously at the clothed friction.
"Kyo …" Yuki panted, "Kyo, please …" He took my hand, then, in both of his, trembling with anticipation, and pulled it down between us to his waist, but continued a little farther south until my fingertips had brushed the core of his need, making him moan louder than he had ever moaned that night.
The whole action set my own desire raging through my system again, and I suddenly murmured against his neck, "I want you."
Yuki released my hand to use his own two to cup my face, bringing my gaze to meet his. He pulled my head closer to his until our lips were so close that we were almost kissing again, and whispered, "Then take me."
A sickening jolt shot through my stomach then, and I sat up, still straddling his waist. I bit my lip nervously. Could I really do it? Did I have the courage, the nerve to just take him? Just like that? Suddenly, it all seemed so frightening, and I found myself regretting my brazen claim. What if I hurt him? What if I did it wrong? And, not only that, but was I really willing to just do something like that, right here, right now, with Shigure and Tohru sleeping just down the hall? Yuki was watching me with anxious violet eyes, obviously sensing my indecision. He smiled wistfully and gripped my shoulders, pulling me down on top of him so that I was resting my head against his neck.
"It's okay," he murmured. "You don't have to."
"But …" I felt my eyes sting. We were silent for a moment, my unfinished sentence hanging in the air, until I whispered, "I'm sorry."
"I'll forgive you," he said, "if you tell me why you were crying earlier."
I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. The cold apprehension that had overcome me had been enough to douse any sexual desires I'd had, and now I was drowsy. I just wanted … I just wanted to fall asleep right there, with Yuki, in his arms … safe and protected and …
… and loved.
"It was because … because …" I sighed exasperatedly. "I just … I don't know, Yuki!"
"Don't know what …?"
"I don't know what I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, what's happening between us …!" I found it all tumbling out of my mouth; I was almost shouting. "I'm so confused!"
Yuki brought his hand over my mouth. I propped myself up to face him and met his amethyst gaze. "Shhhh, Kitten," he crooned. "It's okay."
I collapsed back onto his chest then and, before I could prevent it, found myself silently sobbing. I felt so pathetic, so confused, and so tired. The next hour was all somewhat of a drowsy blur, but I vaguely remembered Yuki pulling the covers over both of us and stroking my head as I cried myself to sleep.
To hell with the "battle". It wasn't war; it was love.
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So, do you think that Kyo deserves to take the lead? Not that the points really matter anymore after this chapter, but just for fun...
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