XO'MagickMoon'OX
A/N: I thank thee, oh mighty readers…
For reviewing chapter 11:
Reigning Fyre, Novelist (naturally), Laurelleaves, Vampirycent, unheard screams, Shiro Ryuu, and SolitaireAikanaro.
For reviewing chapter 12:
DreamChaser Lissa-chan, insanechildfanfic, Reigning Fyre (again), Red Kitsune Flames, Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot, psychotic little ani, Novelist (again), Kykorain, Vampirycent (again), Tsuki Fox, Tyleet27, unheard screams (again), Shiro Ryuu (again), Queen Blood-Ruby, Artemis Maxwell-Yuy, Avacados are evil, Lemon lover, janeyjane, Lady Tzahra, Cortamone, haruechan, KeeperOfLostHope, BulmaWannabe, SolitaireAikanaro (again), and Nekokonneko.
Plushies for:
Yuki-and-kyo-are-hot gets a Haru plushie!
Novelist gets Megumi! I love him too. He's adorable! And thank you for virtually lending me your good luck keychain for my midterms! It helped. You rock. You REALLY rock. –glomps chuu-
Shiro Ryuu gets a plushie of chibi-Kyo with neko ears! SO KAWAII. –huggles Kyo- You are too awesome. Like seriously, TOO awesome. I can't express in words how awesome you are. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Susannah liked it, so I assume you'll like it, too.
Queen Blood-Ruby gets a sleepy Yuki with a teddy bear! Equally as adorable.
BulmaWannabe gets a plushie of Kyo and Yuki pulling Tohru in opposite directions. My, you all have such adorable ideas for plushies!
And also, for BulmaWannabe, thanks for beta-ing this chapter! Much love. –uber-glomp-
And now!
-DRUMROLL PLEASE!- I present to you, my fair readers…
TEH LEMON!
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"Yeah, that kiss. Obviously, you were trying to mess with my head, ya know, freak me out so I'd go away. It was a battle … and you lost." …………………………………
……………… "You don't always win."
……… "I know, but you're just so much fun to tease." ……………
"You … know I—ahh—hate you … right?" …………
…………… "Just you wait, you damn Rat … I'm going to take the lead again."
"… how beautiful you are." …………………………
…………………………………………… "I want you." …………
"I don't know what I'm feeling, what I'm thinking, what's happening between us …! I'm so confused!" …………………………………………
……………… "You just … you don't understand!" ………………………………
"Yeah, well you're the one that started all this!" ………………
I covered my ears, trying to block out Kyo's voice. Ever since I'd woken up to find Hatori hovering over me, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I kept thinking back to the day that this all started, working forward to where it was now, trying to figure out how, somewhere along the way, I'd fallen for him. How was it possible? How?
I felt like I was on a roller coaster. One minute I was up, the next I was down, and the entire time my stomach was threatening to heave. Sometimes, I'd be going in circles, the next plummeting into an abyss of misery and fear, and a minute later, I'd be at the top of the world. I couldn't keep track of what was happening anymore. I suppose the one thing that was keeping me sane was holding on to the truth that I was in love with Kyo. No matter what happened, that was the lifeline that would keep me above water, keep me from drowning in confusion. Even though I couldn't quite grasp the concept of how or why I was in love with him, all that mattered was that I was, and that I accepted that.
The orange of sunset was flooding my room, offset by shadows, when I heard the front door open and slam shut. There were hurried footfalls on the stairs before my bedroom door slid open, and, though my back was to the visitor, I had a feeling I knew who it was.
"What the hell are you still doing in bed?"
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to ward off my returning headache. "Stupid Cat," I growled. "Must you be so loud?"
"Answer me." I heard the legs of a chair grate across my floor, making me cringe.
Heaving an exasperated sigh, I rolled over to face Kyo, who was now sitting beside my bed, arms folded and a steadfast scowl on his face. "I … don't feel good."
"Bull'," he snapped. "Stop lying to me."
"Really, I don't." I clutched my chest where a dull throbbing was pulsating against my ribcage. Whether the throbbing was my imagination or really there, I couldn't tell.
"Hn." Kyo stared off to the side for a moment, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. "So, are you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me why you freaked out back at the school." His gaze shifted to the floor, eyes overshadowed by his orange bangs. "I was really worr—" He froze. I pretended not to have heard his last utterance.
"I don't know." I rolled over again, away from him.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not." A vague sense of déjà vu suddenly swept over me.
"Yes you are! Tell me!"
"Why do you care?"
"Would you rather I didn't?"
"…"
"Yuki?"
"I …"
"…"
The door slid open. "Boys?"
I sat up, turning to see Honda-san standing in the doorway.
"Is … everything okay?" she asked timorously. The fear and concern in her eyes sent a pang through my chest.
"Yeah," Kyo answered, not taking his eyes off of me, "everything's fine."
Only I detected the sarcasm in his voice.
Honda-san smiled, still looking uncertain. "Well, all right," she said anyway. As she turned to leave, she told us over her shoulder, "Dinner is ready."
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For the rest of the week, Kyo and I hardly spoke. Actually, we hardly interacted at all. He was still angry with me, it seemed, and I was still angry with him. My anger was probably unjustified and a total waste of my energy, but I couldn't help it. I was hurt. Even after all of the reasoning I'd done with myself, it still hurt to know that Kyo didn't love me. So, okay, he obviously cared for me on some level, but I knew that that tiny bit of care he felt for me was often overrode by a deep-seated hatred, a hatred that had been the basis of our relationship for the past decade or so. And of course, the stupid Zodiac curse was all to blame. Because I was the Rat, and he was the Cat, and the two were meant to be enemies—no more, no less.
But, despite all that, I'd fallen in love with him. Because I was a fool, and Kyo was the one who got to laugh at me. Kyo and the rest of the world, laughing at the hopeless fool who fell in love with his enemy! What a riot.
To everyone but me.
And it hurt, but my pillow was the only one that saw my tears. It was the only shoulder I had to cry on. And now I sounded like the pathetic loser that I knew I was. Why couldn't something in my life go right for once? Just once?
Although, thinking back on it, meeting Honda-san was more than a blessing. She was a savior and continued to be one to this day. And yet, this was the one affair in which her saintly gifts were no solace to me. I couldn't tell her what was happening! She already knew more than she should! I knew she'd never look at me the same way again, and the pain kept piling on.
There was a knock at my door, but I ignored it, sitting up and using my sheets to dry my face.
The knocking didn't stop.
"Damn Rat, open up!"
"No!" I knew I sounded like a sulking child, but I didn't care.
"I'll break through the door!"
"What for? Just open it and barge right in like you always do," I scoffed. He must've forgotten that there were no locks on the doors.
"I … You … Er …" he stammered. "Damn Rat!"
I didn't care enough to respond. I just hoped my face didn't betray my crying as, true to his character, Kyo slid the door open and stepped inside even after I'd denied him entrance.
"What do you want?" I snapped, sitting cross-legged on my bed.
"Shigure and Tohru are out," he said, closing the door behind him.
Despite my prior wallowing, I felt my heart begin to speed up at the suggestive glint in his eye. I kept my cool, nonetheless. "So?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair and stuffing the other in the pocket of his cargo pants. "So I hoped you'd stop avoiding me and finally talk to me!"
"Avoiding you? You've been doing just as much avoiding," I rejoined.
"So I hoped we'd stop avoiding each other," he amended with a roll of his eyes.
I then felt the desperate need to change the subject. "Where'd they go?"
Kyo looked confused, which was only confirmed by his intelligent "Huh?"
"Honda-san and Shigure," I elaborated. "Where'd they go?"
"They didn't go anywhere together, if that's what you're thinking." He made his way to my bed and sat down, the mattress dipping with the added weight. "Tohru went to visit her grandfather, and Shigure's out with Hatori and Ayame. I think he said they were spending the weekend at the lake house." He shrugged, laying back with his hands behind his head.
"Oh." I sat there and watching him as his scarlet eyes gazed unseeingly up at my ceiling. Then, he sat up and drew his legs onto the bed, sitting on his knees. A predatory grin spread across his face.
"You still have to take the lead, you know." He leaned forward and pushed me back against my pillows. Then, his gaze softened as he hovered over me, his smile growing into a wistful frown. "And maybe," he murmured, "while you do that, you can tell me why you were crying."
I flushed as his face drew closer to mine, his tongue darting out to ghost over my cheek. "I-I wasn't crying!"
"You reek of tears," he breathed against my temple, "and you taste like them, too."
Damn him and his feline hyper-senses.
"So, Rat-boy, what's wrong?"
"Kyo … I …" I felt my throat tighten nervously. "I … I don't want to do this anymore," I said.
Kyo pulled back a little, searching my eyes, his own flickering with apprehension. "Wh-What?"
"I don't want to … fight this 'battle' anymore," I continued. "I want to go back to the way things were, with our normal battles."
He smiled dryly, his jaw trembling. "You mean … back the way things were, with me hating you and you hating me? Hardly speaking, avoiding each other?" His face darkened with some inscrutable emotion as his voice rose angrily. I couldn't help but feel small, especially with him hovering over me the way he was. "With all of the insecurities, all of the uncertainties, all of the hidden emotions!"
"Hidden emotions?" I echoed him heatedly. "Hidden emotions, Kyo? How can you even talk about 'emotions' when they're no different than they were before! You still hate me and I still …" My voice promptly died in my throat.
But Kyo seemed not to notice as his tirade continued. "What gave you that fucking idea, huh?" I winced at his caustic tone. "Have I ever once told you, lately, that I hated you?"
"Well, you did … once … that day I had you tied to the bed—"
"Other than that one time!"
"Why does it matter? You certainly haven't done anything to prove that you feel any differently!"
His jaw dropped, and he suddenly very much resembled a fish out of water, the way his mouth kept opening and closing, as if he'd lost the ability to speak. Finally, he seemed to find his voice, and shouted, "What the hell are you talking about?" He cupped my face, tears rimming his eyes suddenly. "This isn't enough to get the message across?" He leaned down and captured my lips in the most gentle kiss I could've ever imagined. My heart hammered against my chest as he moved his mouth against mine, slowly and softly, his tongue sliding easily against my lips and working its way between them to caress my own tongue. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I'd never felt anything more beautiful than this kiss. Even all of our kisses combined couldn't rival the tenderness of it. When he pulled away, he was still on the verge of tears, his brow furrowed and his expression one of pain. "That doesn't tell you anything?" he demanded.
It was my turn to do the fish imitation. "Uh … I …"
Kyo collapsed on top of me then, his arms burrowing between my shoulders and my bed to hold me to him as he cried against my neck.
"Kyo …" I still couldn't find any words. What was happening? Why was he suddenly acting like this?
"For someone who's supposedly so intelligent," he said, voice tortured with sobs, "you're so goddamn clueless!"
"I'm clueless?" I hissed. "Me? What about you!"
"What about me?"
"You don't understand … You don't … Rrgh, I can't stand you!"
This only made me hold him tighter.
And he didn't try to push away. He just nuzzled his face against my neck, as if trying to disappear. I could feel his tears against my skin, his hot breath against my collarbone. "Why is it," he whispered, "that you just don't get it?"
"The same could be said for you."
"Then tell me what it is that I'm not getting!" he said, his voice rising again. He sat up, both hands beside my head, looking down at me.
"That's the point!" I rejoined. "I shouldn't have to tell you! You should just know! You should just know that I love you!" Kyo's eyes widened, but I didn't take it back, didn't try to deny it.
"Wh-What?"
"You heard me."
His face turned bright red. "W-Well … why can't you tell, either?"
"Why can't I tell what?" I snapped, glaring at him.
"Why can't you tell that I love you!"
This time, my eyes widened. I turned my head away. "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do!"
"No you don't. You can't. Otherwise you wouldn't still be pretending like this was all meaningless. You wouldn't keep calling it a battle. You wouldn't try to pretend like you didn't care!"
"Does it look like I don't care, Yuki? Why would I be sitting here, telling you all of this, telling you to snap out of this … this pathetic self-pity that you've fallen into and—LOOK AT ME, goddammit!" He grabbed my jaw and wrenched my face so that my smoldering gaze met his equally heated stare. "Now listen to me! I don't know how you've gotten this … this idea that I don't care about you, but you're wrong!"
His grip on my chin was beginning to hurt, and the tears I'd been suppressing were finally released. "That night …" I said. "The day after that night, you turned around and acted like everything was all still a game! Like it meant nothing! Like it was just some stupid struggle for dominance! You thought that if you … that if you took me, that you'd have finally beaten me, didn't you?"
He stared at me disbelievingly. "What the hell are you talking about! If that was the way I'd felt, don't you think I wouldn't have hesitated? Don't you think I would've taken you that night? Wake up, Yuki! Look at me and tell me I'm lying. Tell me that I'm not being completely honest with you when I tell you that I love you, when I tell you that I was too scared to do anything that night! I was afraid that everything was moving too fast, and I was afraid of making a mistake and hurting you. I could never do that!"
I screwed my eyes shut. The tears wouldn't stop. Was this really happening? Was it actually possible that I was wrong, that he did feel the same way about me as I did about him? I didn't have time to ponder any further as something warm and supple closed over my mouth. Without even thinking about it, I knew what was happening. I gave in and let him kiss me. And I kissed back.
It was brief and chaste, and when he pulled away, he whispered against my lips, "Yuki, I swear on any institution, to any deity, to anything that will make you believe me when I say that I love you."
I nodded, finally relenting. I suddenly felt … strangely giddy and blithe as I said, "I believe you. And," I smiled, running my finger down his cheek, "I love you, too."
Drawn together, our lips met again, and this time, it was sweet and gentle. I practically melted, and my heart was beating so fast, it felt almost fluttery, like my stomach. So, was this romance? Perhaps. Whatever it was, it was perfect. Absolute bliss. And I never wanted it to end.
But of course, all good things must come to an end, as the aphorism goes. However, this wasn't simply ending. It was really just beginning. Breathing heavily, his lips fell away from my mouth and went to kiss the corner of it, trailing along my jaw, light and teasing and pleasant, warm and soft. His body was pressing mine into the bed, laying flush against me, and I didn't mind. He felt weightless, and I would've let him lay there forever if he'd been willing. Just laying there and kissing me and touching me and doing all sorts of things that I'd been wanting him to do for a while, this time with real, raw emotion behind each action, each move, each twitch of his muscles. My fingers wound around his shoulders, my head rolling back into the pillow to expose my neck, where his mouth was slowly journeying to. Oh so slowly …
Meanwhile his hands were roaming, as well, all over. Down my arms, to my stomach, under my shirt and up my chest, back down again to my waist, teasing at the hem of my pants, before resting on my hips, which he started rocking his own hips against. It was all so arousing, making me dizzy with pleasure, and soon I lost control of my voice.
His mouth reached my collar, at which point I sat up at his unspoken request. Slowly, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and rolled it up, making sure to draw his knuckles across my stomach as he went, refusing to break contact, even for a moment. Before I knew it, my shirt was gone, and I was pulling Kyo as close to me as possible, suddenly chilled with the exposure. He held me for a moment, his mouth sucking on the junction of my neck and shoulder, tongue running repeatedly across that one spot.
"Mmmmmm, Kyo," I whined into his shoulder. I could feel heat pooling in my lower stomach, and I knew then what I wanted for sure.
"Shhhh," he hushed me, removing his mouth from my neck and running his fingers through my hair. His lips went to my temple, kissing down the side of my face. My eyes fluttered closed, and I sighed in rapture at the attention I was receiving. But I also wanted to be doing something. I wanted to pleasure Kyo, not just vice versa. I wanted to show him how much I loved him.
I gripped the hem of his shirt and began to pull it up, but he held my hands and ceased my actions. I glanced up at him inquiringly. He just smirked, sitting back. I whimpered as he moved away from me, but he just pushed me back with his foot, making me fall against the headboard of my bed. "Enjoy," he purred.
I shuddered in anticipation as his eyes glittered seductively. He took the end of his shirt and began to pull it up himself, slower than I would have liked. But that was his plan. One hand left his shirt and traced across his tanned, muscled stomach, following in the wake of the garment. Up his abdomen, across his chest. He closed his eyes and let his head roll back as his fingers ghosted over his nipples. My eyes were glued to that hand, wishing it was my own. As I found myself inching forward, his foot came out again and pushed me back.
I huffed, blowing my skewed bangs out of my eyes. "Tease," I growled.
"That's the point," he replied easily.
Finally, the shirt was gone, and I pounced. I couldn't keep my lips, my hands, off of him. They were everywhere, from his neck to his shoulders to his collar. He was so delicious, just as I remembered. My fingers traced every contour, every curve, of his arms, his toned chest, and the sculpted plane of his stomach. My lips trailed from his collarbone, nipping and licking my way down his chest, until I strayed to the left and ran my tongue across his nipple.
"Yuki," he breathed, arching ever so slightly. His fingers wrapped around the back of my head, silently urging me on. I continued to tend to the sensitive nub, caressing it with my tongue and my lips, light and teasing, before taking it into my mouth and biting down. He hissed with what sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, and I sucked harder. "Ahhhh," he moaned. A familiar rumble started up, reverberating through his chest. Oh good, he was purring again. I smirked around his nipple as my fingers slid up to tweak the other.
It seemed that, like my neck was my weakness, this was his. And I wouldn't forget it. I moved away from the raw bud, nipping at his chest, eventually biting down hard enough to leave a mark as I traveled to the other. He knew what I was doing, and I think the thought of it turned him on even more. He was mine, now, and here was my proof: the bruises that would line his breastbone come tomorrow. Finally, I reached the other nipple and gave it the same attention as its twin.
"Mmm, Yuki …" My name was carried on the light breath that escaped his lips as he continued to purr. "Yuki," he repeated, a little above a murmur this time. I began to trail away from his chest, down the center of his abdomen. "Yuki." His hands gripped the sides of my face, then, and he forced me to look at him.
"Huh?"
"Come here," he whispered, and half-dragged me up to his mouth, pulling our lips together. I immediately lost myself in the kiss, and before I knew it, I was on my back again, against my pillows, and Kyo was on top. Damn him and his furtiveness.
"No fair," I whined.
He just laughed. "You're cute when you pout."
"Are you implying that I'm not cute all the time?"
His expression twisted into something between an amused smile and a scowl. "Smart-ass," he murmured, and then proceeded to nip down my neck. "Only you could turn a compliment into an insult."
I didn't have a response to that as my mind disappeared, taking my motor skills with it. Although I was very aware of Kyo biting down on my weak spot below my ear, sending jolts careening through my body, I was even more aware of his hand sliding beneath the waistline of my pants. And, simultaneously, I became aware of the uncomfortable pressure my pants were plaguing me with. I groaned, caught somewhere between the senses of pleasure and anguish, as he continued his slow movements south. I wanted him to move faster.
I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs, unable to control the incredibly loud moan that escaped me. It was almost a sort of scream. Looking up at Kyo, I saw that he'd tensed, eyes widening ever so slightly at my reaction. We were still, save for my panting, and a wordless silence stretched between us.
"…"
"…"
Then, he gave another experimental stroke over my most sensitive area, receiving the same results.
"Oh God," I breathed, clinging to his shoulders as his hand lay, motionless, between my legs. I was trembling as the pressure intensified, making the confinement of my pants almost painful. I pulled him down for another deep kiss as he stroked me again, my near-scream being swallowed by his mouth. We broke apart, breathing heavily, and I whispered, "S-Stop teasing … me …"
He just smirked, saying, "You're very responsive. Just a little touch, and,"—again with the stroking! Was he trying to kill me?—"you completely lose control."
I was still shaking and scowled at him half-heartedly. I could feel the heat filling my face as I stammered, "S-So … what does it matter?"
He grinned, leaning down to lick my ear, whispering, "Nothing. I just think it's sexy." Then he sat back, straddling my waist, and regarded me seriously, apprehension flickering through his eyes. I propped myself up on my elbows, biting my lip nervously, wondering what was wrong. After another moment of silence, he spoke, his voice sounding ragged. "Do you … Are you sure that …"
"I want this," I said definitely, not wavering in my claim. Although I didn't quite know what "this" entailed, I knew it was something that I desperately, desperately wanted. I implored him with my eyes. If he didn't do this, I didn't know what I'd do. I just … I needed it. "Please …" I whispered.
Kyo smiled softly, and then said, "All right. But … we're going slow. Not to tease you, I just … I don't want to hurt you."
I, too, smiled, my chest full-to-bursting. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
With that, he leaned down and kissed me again, deeply and tenderly. At the same time, his hand wandered between us and played with the zipper on my pants, pulling it down, followed by my pants themselves. I lifted my hips, still connected to Kyo at the mouth, and he discarded my pants completely, tossing them idly to the floor. I bent my knees so he could reach my socks without breaking the kiss, and soon they were gone, too. My heart was racing, my trembling having subsided. As Kyo lay on top of me, I could feel his racing, too.
He hooked his fingers around the hem of my boxers, making my stomach lurch excitedly. He lifted his waist off of mine and I lifted mine off of the bed, and soon the garment was around my knees, and I kicked them the rest of the way off, hearing them land with a faint, almost inaudible fwump. Kyo sat back, and I propped myself on my elbows again, watching him nervously as his gaze swept over my body, lingering here and there and making me blush fiercely. After what seemed like ages, his eyes found mine again and there was nothing but raw desire and love dancing in their scarlet depths.
Gathering my wits, I sat up and, smirking, said, "Your turn."
"Wha—oomph!" I pounced on him and his socks and pants were gone in a flash, followed shortly after by his boxers. Finally getting a hold on the situation, he pushed me back, and I was once again beneath him.
"Don't I get to look at you?" I asked breathlessly as he nuzzled my neck. I could feel the heat rise in his face and smiled, stroking his head. "Please?"
He mumbled something that I didn't catch and sat back on his knees, looking down and trying to hide his blush. But, God, he was gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I felt the heat pooling in my stomach spread to everywhere else, and suddenly I was very warm. I don't think Kyo thought he was very attractive, because he refused to look at me. So I told him, "You're beautiful."
Yes, he looked up. His eyes widened. "Why are you saying that?" he murmured, sounding abashed.
"Because you are."
"Hn," he grunted dubiously. I sighed, gripping his shoulders and pulling him down with me as I laid back again against the pillows. I hugged him tightly, and he didn't protest. My fingers teased the back of his neck, trailing down his spine. He shivered and arched into my touch, much like the cat that he was.
"You are, Kyo," I whispered against his ear. "You're beautiful."
He sighed. Whether he was agreeing with me or just giving up the argument, I couldn't tell. But, oh well. Someday I'd prove to him that he was beautiful. I didn't know how, but I would.
Then, his lips were on mine again, initiating another deep, meaningful kiss. My arms wound around his neck, pulling him close, as if I were trying to devour him. Now there's an intriguing thought.
And suddenly, his mouth was gone and replaced by his fingers. My eyes snapped open in surprise as my tongue ran over them, from the calloused pads of his fingertips to almost his knuckles. He moaned and, looking up, I saw his eyes closed, face flushed, his breathing heavy. I smirked around his fingers and sucked harder, making him hiss. I didn't quite know what he was doing, but whatever it was, I would make sure he enjoyed it.
And then his fingers were gone, a glittering thread trailing from my lips to his fingertips. He looked down at me, his eyes almost apologetic, and he leaned down to kiss me again. I felt his fingers slip around my thigh and—
"Agh!" I gasped, going rigid. I understood now. One coated finger moved inside of me, and he kissed at the corner of my mouth, up my cheek, and onward. He kept whispering "I'm sorry" over and over again. There wasn't really any need, though. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it didn't hurt, and even the discomfort was beginning to recede. The initial sting was what had surprised me, but that was long-gone. I relaxed as his finger probed further, before being pulled back out and another finger being added, and then pushing back in. It was the strangest sensation. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable. I think what turned me on the most was the thought of whatKyo was doing to me rather than the feeling.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking down at me worriedly.
I gazed back at him, nodding. He smiled at this, with relief, it seemed. Then, he spread his fingers, which did hurt. I clenched my eyes tightly, my breath hitching.
"If you want to stop at any time," Kyo whispered, "just tell me. I promise I'll stop, no matter what."
I nodded again, my eyes still screwed shut. However, like before, the pain was ebbing as I adjusted to the sensation. His fingers were still probing, further and further inside of me. God, I never knew anything could be pushed that far up my ass. Further, deeper, more … and then—
"Ah-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Stars erupted behind my eyes as a wave of sheer ecstasy drowned my senses.
Kyo immediately stopped moving. "Yuki! Are you okay?"
My breathing was ragged, coming in sharply as I tried to force it into my lungs. My vision was just coming back into focus, my body beginning to tremble again. I could feel sweat beading at my brow, my heart hammering, as I replied unsteadily, "Y-Yes … oh, God, yes! That was … amazing. D-Do it … again …"
Kyo's mouth twitched into a devilish grin. "Oh," was all he said as his fingers began moving again. He pushed them forward and—
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Kyo!" I moaned. "Mmmmmm … a-ah!"
Again and again he brushed something inside of me with his fingertips that made my muscles spasm and white streak across my eyes, pleasure overtaking my body. It was incredible! I'd never felt anything so good before. My back arched and I pushed down on his hand, trying to get as much of whatever this was as I could. It was slowly driving me insane, this indescribable ecstasy.
And then it was gone. I whimpered, looking up inquiringly at Kyo. He had pulled his fingers out and was taking my legs, wrapping them around his waist. I held on tightly, only vaguely realizing what was coming next. My chest was heaving as an idea suddenly struck me. "Kyo …" I panted, "how … how do you know what to do?"
He bristled, blushing furiously. "I … uh …"
I smirked. "You haven't been reading gay porn, have you?"
"Uh …"
I laughed.
"Hey! It was for your benefit; I didn't want to do anything wrong and wind up hurting you …" His voice trailed off as his blush faded, looking down at me seriously.
My amusement subsided, and I smiled genuinely. "I know." I pulled him down and kissed him briefly, whispering "Thank you" across his lips.
He nodded and sat back up, gripping my hips firmly. "It might …" He visibly swallowed and licked his lips nervously. "It might hurt …" he said.
"It's okay," I assured him. "I'll be fine." I tightened my hold on his waist. "I just … Kyo, I need you."
He exhaled a deep breath, nodding. "I know. I need you, too."
"Then take me."
A memory seemed to flicker across his mind, and he smiled. I felt him ready himself at my entrance before pushing in slowly, hissing in pleasure. "Mmmmmm, Yuki … you're so … tight. Oh God …"
I clenched my eyes shut, but managed to smile through my pained grimace, which quickly fell back into place. It hurt. Oh, God, did it hurt! His fingers had been one thing, but this … this was entirely different. I couldn't help but let the whimper crawling up my throat escape through my lips as tears gathered in the corners of my tightly-closed eyes.
Kyo stopped moving and looked down at me. Obviously my expression was really contorted, otherwise he wouldn't have drawn the sharp breath that he did and pulled out immediately. I opened my eyes, feeling the pain dull to a faint throbbing. Kyo reached down and wiped away the tears that clung to my lashes, smiling sadly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry, Yuki, you should have told me to stop."
I took a deep breath before saying, "I would have if I'd wanted you to, stupid Cat." The normally bitter title held no acrimony.
"… Should I try again?"
"Please," I consented.
Within moments, I was filled once more, and the pain was still there, but it wasn't as sharp. I was growing used to the feeling, and it was becoming almost … pleasant. And, with the passing of the pain, I was able to fully grasp the concept of what was happening. And with that realization, I suddenly felt so … happy … so incredibly happy that I started to cry again, though this time with a smile on my face. Tears of mirth.
"Yuki?"
I reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. Thank God for his feline-like flexibility, otherwise I don't think he would've been able to bend in such a way, being in the position he was. My hands clutched weakly at his shoulders as he pushed in further, inch by agonizingly slow inch, and I moaned into his mouth.
The kiss began to heat, tongues probing, lips melding, my hands holding the back of his head in an almost bruising grip. Feebly, as he pulled out and pushed back in over and over again, going a little deeper each time, my fingers trailed down the back of his neck, my hands shaking, grasping his shoulders and digging my nails into the tanned flesh. The kiss broke, and my head rolled back in rapture. This feeling … it was so odd, but so amazing. I'd never felt so close to anyone as I did now, not in my entire life, my life of loneliness and secrecy. The feeling of being joined, of being together, of being loved, most importantly. Just me and Kyo and nothing in between. I was his and he was mine and we were together and everything was perfect, but—oh God—if he went any slower, I swear I was going to explode.
"K-Kyo," I breathed, "please … I need … I'm not made of glass …" I tried to get my point across, though my mind was in a fog and my senses were being bombarded with so many sensations that I couldn't quite see straight (not that I really had my eyes opened most of the time).
I heard Kyo laugh, though it quickly melted into a moan as he pushed back in once again. "A-Are … Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes! Kyo, please move faster! Plea-ahhhhhhh!" Nn, he was moving faster. I smiled faintly, pressing my lips to Kyo's temple. "Y-Yes … like that …"
A breathy moan passed his lips, and he said between pants, "Do you … have any idea … how good you feel?"
I smiled and opened my mouth to reply, but just then every thought was swept from my head as he shifted his angle and hit something that just made me scream. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God, Kyo …!" It was that … that thing … again, somewhere inside of me, that drowned my senses in ecstasy whenever he touched it. He pulled out and thrust back in, hitting that spot again. My body convulsed, color erupting behind my eyes.
"Oh fuck," Kyo swore, tightening his hold on my hips almost painfully. "D-Don't … do that … unless you want this to be over soon," he whispered.
Huh? "Do what?"
"Nnn … tighten … yourself," he managed through gritted teeth, his breathing just as ragged as mine.
"Oh. You mean … this?" I smirked and clenched my muscles around him. He gasped, muttering a string of incoherent expletives.
"Y-Yeah … that …" he whispered as he continued to thrust against that … whatever-it-was … inside of me. I didn't have the energy to tease him again, so I complied with his demand and relaxed, pushing against him as he pushed into me. Somehow, in the midst of all this, his lips found mine again.
Something was building inside of me. I could feel it, but I didn't know what it was. I felt like … like I was on the edge of a cliff, preparing to jump, anticipating the moment with bated breath. It was exhilarating, and I wanted nothing more than to jump. It was all a blur now, the sensations, the sounds, the smells, all a blur of sheer pleasure and desire and everything I'd never thought I'd experience, never knew I could experience. And then …
I jumped.
"KYO!"
Everything was white, white and hot and perfect and I think I died, leaving my body and watching the scene from above while my senses were overrode with insurmountable ecstasy, back arching as far off the bed as I could, what with Kyo on top of me and all. I think Kyo screamed my name, but whatever happened, I was suddenly filled with something, something very hot that made me shiver and sent tendrils of warmth through every nerve end in my body. I couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't smell … I could only feel. And, God, was it an incredible feeling.
And then it was over, and I was back in my body (though whether or not I'd ever left was questionable). When I came back to myself and opened my eyes, Kyo was pulling out of me for the last time and collapsing on top of me. There was something wet and sticky between us, but the identity of it eluded me and my sex-dulled mind. I was only aware of Kyo, laying on me, and our heavy, almost strained breathing as we came down from our orgasmic highs. And then everything was still.
I sighed, suddenly very tired. Well, who wouldn't be after something like that? I wrapped my arms around Kyo and nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the satisfied scent of his perfumed skin. To anyone else, it probably would've smelled horrible—sweat and sex and everything that had transpired between us—but to me, it was sweet and beautiful.
"Kyo …" I whispered.
"Hmm?" he groaned tiredly.
"That was amazing."
"Yes it was," he agreed. I could hear the smile in his voice.
He rolled over beside me, and I pulled the soiled covers from beneath us over us, snuggling close to Kyo. I had never felt happier than I did then, and I wanted to just remain like that forever.
"So," he said after a moment of silence, "I think it's a tie."
I smiled, recognizing his harmless, joking air. "I think so, too." I buried my nose into his collarbone, whispering, "Kyo?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, damn Rat."
"Stupid Cat."
I think later that night Honda-san came home and knocked on the bedroom door. She might've peeked inside, too, but I was half-asleep at the time. Perhaps I'd dreamed it when she'd said, "Goodnight boys." Or maybe it'd really happened. Either way, I knew that she was okay with all of this, and so was I, and so was Kyo.
We were all okay.
And with that, I drifted off to sleep to Kyo's steady breathing and the faint beating of his heart against mine.
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Soooo? -pokes you all- How did I do? At least decent? I know it's not really all that smutty or anything, but I promise a little more smutty stuff in later chapters. Yes, there are still more chapters!
Coming up:
-Fun in the shower
-Misuse of foodstuffs
-Adult intervention
-Slipping up in school
-AKITO!
Anyway, the next update is on it's way! Thank you, everyone, for all of your support, especially with my first lemon. And thanks for all wishing me luck on my midterms; I did good! A's in everything except Geometry, in which I got a B. Math shall be the death of me.
Until the next chapter---
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