Title: Million Little Pieces
Author: Keir
Rating: R overall, for swearing, violence, and sexual situations.
The Gist of Things: In which Haru gets to go along with Kyou's brilliant plans for "training."
A/N: Actually got another chapter uploaded within a week; that is like a miracle unto itself for me~ Ready and enjoy (hopefully)!
As if his other form were a regal lion instead of a mere house cat, Kyou stretched. It was a regular routine for him, one to make sure that he was limber and prepared in a fight, and he most definitely expected another fight today.
Closing his eyes and regulating his breathing, he took in his surroundings with his other senses. The sun was out and shining, enough to make him temporarily think of foregoing his meeting with the ox in favour of laying out on the roof sunbathing instead. It seemed like they might finally be out of the cold snap that had been ruining their beautiful spring days. He could smell the scents of the forest coming back to life after a long winter's hibernation and a little breeze tickled across his skin.
Yuki was relaxing on the porch, watching the lines of Kyou's body as the other boy went through his stretches. It was almost as if he were preparing for battle, the rat thought with amusement. Kyou's look was one of intense concentration. Yuki smiled to himself. The cat had always had so much passion for the martial arts; he didn't know where the other boy found the energy for the nonstop training, honestly.
Kyou's brow furrowed as he opened his eyes. "Stop staring," he admonished without even looking in the rat's direction. He bent over at the waist and placed his hands on the ground, extending the muscles in his legs.
The grey-haired boy's smile widened. "And what if I don't?" The cat's answering growl made him chuckle. "So what are you preparing for?"
"Haru is coming over." The orange-haired boy straightened and moved on to stretching his arms.
Yuki's smile faded, face becoming more guarded. "What is he coming over for?"
Kyou rolled his eyes. "You're being childish."
"I'm being childish?" The rat's hackles rose. "I find that hard medicine to swallow coming from someone who is usually the epitome of irrationality," he said coolly.
"At least I don't have a problem expressing myself," Kyou retorted, finally looking over at the grey-haired boy.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Yuki asked, tense and frowning. The cat had thrown him for a loop.
"I mean if you had said something before all this, maybe we wouldn't be in this predicament!" Kyou flushed after the bold words left his mouth and Yuki's cheeks turned an answering pink. The cat looked disgruntled and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "You know, if you had expressed your feelings sooner," the orange-haired boy mumbled. "Or whatever."
The rat scoffed. "What about you? You were about as expressive as a rock when it came to telling me your feelings."
"I tried a few times," Kyou protested. "It just...never worked out right."
"You tried, did you? And which line in particular held your confession? 'I'll kick your ass'? 'Damn rat, fight me now'?"
Kyou bristled and opened his mouth to retort when a deep chuckle sent tingles up his spine. He turned to see Hatsuharu emerging from the forest, one hand holding his school briefcase over his shoulder. "You two act just as I would expect from a cat and a rodent. Meow meow, squeak squeak," he said, his voice rolling with laughter. The ox picked a fallen leaf off his shoulder with his free hand then let it drift to the earth. "I could hear you from quite a way back there."
"Hello, Haru," Yuki said coolly, obviously unamused by the impression of himself. "I believe you once told me it was rude to eavesdrop."
"Did I?" the ox asked innocently while sidling up to Kyou. A pale hand lifted to settle on the orange-haired boy's waist. Leaning over, he blew lightly into the cat's ear. "Hello, kitten," he rumbled.
"Stop that!" Kyou pushed the ox away with a frown. "Don't act so familiar with my body!"
Hatsuharu shrugged. "But I am familiar with your body," he countered placidly.
Yuki's mouth flattened into a tight, thin line. Kyou blushed and shoved the taller boy again. "Shut up! Do you want me to train you or not?"
The ox stared blankly for a moment. "I don't know. You haven't told me what you're training me for yet."
"You need to figure out how to control your Black side, and if you're not going to agree to therapy, I only know one other way. And that is to train it out of you."
Hatsuharu mulled the idea over only for a moment. "All right," he agreed easily with a shrug.
"Good," Kyou said, exuding approval. His look of confidence made the ox feel suffused with warmth. "I was getting tired of that staring off like an idiot crap."
Yuki tilted his head, a quizzical look furrowing his brow, but neither of the other boys clarified what that statement alluded to.
"So..." The black and white-haired boy put his hands in his pockets. "Where do we start?"
Kyou smirked and cracked his knuckles, rolled his head on his neck. "I thought you'd never ask." He shoved the ox a third time, harder than before, making the slender boy stumble backward. "How fucking dumb are you, Haru? You think I want to help you with your stupid, pathetic problem? What a joke!"
Hatsuharu's eyes widened. "Kyou, I thought you said..."
"What, that I was going to help you?" The cat scoffed. "I don't even want you near me. You think after last night I want to be around you?"
The ox's brow furrowed, fingers clenching into fists. "I told you, it's not my fault that Keisuke saw us kissing. I thought we talked about this. I thought you forgave me," said Hatsuharu, his voice strained as he tried to remain in control. "Besides, if anything, it was just as much your fault as mine."
Yuki's eyes widened. No wonder Kyou had not wanted to go to school that morning. Jealousy burned inside him thinking about the cat kissing the ox.
"My fault? If you weren't so clumsy and stupid it never would have happened in the first place! You're lucky that I'm even giving you a chance. I should just pick Yuki right now!"
Hatsuharu's hand shot out, fingers bunching in Kyou's shirt. Every line in his body was hard with tension. "I'm the one for you, kitten," the ox almost whispered, breathing laboured. "I'm the one who can please you."
"You mean you can please me with your dick? I can get that anywhere." Kyou snorted dismissively. The cat's eyes grew hooded. "Even Shigure probably wouldn't mind doing it with me if it meant he could get off."
The ox yanked the cat forward until their bodies were pressed together. "Nobody puts their dick in you but me. You're my bitch!" Black Haru growled.
"Kyou isn't property at all," Yuki said severely. "You should be ashamed of your behaviour." The rat glared down at his opponent from the porch, arms crossed.
Black Haru smirked, letting his hands roam down Kyou's backside until they cupped the older boy's ass, his eyes never leaving the rat's. "Jealous, you timid little mousey?" Yuki's jaw clenched, chin jutting out, but he refused to be sucked into the deranged side of his cousin's ploys. "Maybe we should do it in front of the Prince, kitty cat. I'll make you cry out my name some more." His tongue licked up the curve of a tan ear as his hands dug into the curves of the cat's ass, pulling him forward so Kyou's pelvis rubbed against the ox's thigh.
Yuki flushed with outrage and opened his mouth to protest when Kyou cut him off. "Don't bother, Yuki. I was waiting for this to happen." The rat blinked; Kyou looked completely unfazed. He wasn't screaming obscenities or struggling against the unwanted hold. It was disconcerting seeing the cat so...calm.
"Waiting for me to shove it up your ass, kitten?" the ox asked in a throaty purr. "All you had to do was ask if you wanted me to fuck you."
Kyou rolled his eyes in exasperation as Black Haru's hands began to take even more liberties with his body. He huffed out a breath and decided to end the annoyance. Expertly breaking the taller boy's hold on him, he followed it up by locking a pale arm behind the ox's back. Black Haru gasped as the cat rode him to the ground, knocking the breath out of the younger boy and forcing him to submit. It was over just like that. Kyou sat on the ox's back, keeping his grip tight on the other boy's arm. He smiled lazily like the cat who ate the cream.
Black Haru growled and squirmed beneath his captor, his other arm trapped beneath his own body. "Let me up!"
The cat chuckled and leaned over, his tongue slowly trailing over the ox's ear in revenge. "I'm not letting you up until you turn White."
The black and white-haired boy snarled and thrashed against the painful hold on his arm, trying to dislodge the cat's weight from his back. He shouted every epithet he knew, spat out every threat he could think of, but the grip against him was unrelenting. The cat bore the verbal abuse calmly until the ox stopped struggling some time later. Kyou pressed his other hand against the small of the back beneath him comfortingly, his body rising and falling as his captive sucked in air. The three of them were silent for some minutes as they listened to the sounds of the surrounding forest.
"Kyou," the ox finally interrupted the hush. His voice was calm and smooth. "You can let me up now."
The cat didn't hesitate as he swung off the other boy's back, releasing him; he felt a little pang of loss at being separated from the ox's body heat against him. Hatsuharu sat up and rubbed as his sore arm as Kyou settled himself on the ground, crossing his legs. "Why did you go Black?" the cat asked.
Hatsuharu looked over at him, confused by the unexpected question. He pondered the query a moment before replying, "Because you were insulting me. And you said that you would let someone else touch you."
Kyou was not unaware of the ox's muscles tensing at the thought. "But why did you go Black?" he pressed.
Hatsuharu frowned and the cat tried not to let the fact that he thought the lost puppy look was cute come across his face. "I just told you why."
"No, why did you go Black?" the cat asked again, insistent.
The ox pressed his lips together; they went pale with the strain of keeping his frustration in check. "Kyou, I don't understand what you're asking."
The orange-haired boy breathed serenely. "The question is why you went Black in this situation. If I had been saying things to provoke Yuki, he would have lashed out at me, but he would have done it with controlled force. You, however, become an uncontrollable mess." The corner of his lip quirked upward. "What is the root cause of it?"
"I became frustrated," Hatsuharu answered slowly then paused. "The feelings just...overwhelm me. I can't control it. It overtakes me." The ox's face was blank as he struggled to express himself.
"There is your problem. You say 'I can't control it' when what you mean is 'I won't control it.' How the problem began doesn't matter now. What matters is that you help perpetuate it with your negative thoughts. You need to get them under control."
"Kyou, this isn't a controllable problem." Hatsuharu's voice was deep and husky with contained emotion.
"Now you're just being stupid," the cat admonished. Yuki watched as the ox's fists clenched on his lap. "You let other people control you," Kyou asserted. "You let them tell you a bunch of bullshit and you let yourself believe it. Everything about you is in your own hands, so you can keep whining or just do something about it, you dumbass cow."
The ox tensed, every line in his body drawn taut. "If I could have done something about it before, I would have. I've tried everything I can think of with no results."
Kyou let loose a nasty little laugh. "Maybe that's the problem: you tried everything you could think of. We can all see that you're not that big on thinking."
Colour rose on Hatsuharu's cheeks. "I don't see you controlling yourself at all times, Kyou."
The cat shrugged with a bored expression. "Yeah, well, I'm not the crazy one."
The black and white-haired boy's breath came raggedly. Yuki braced himself for the ensuing battle when he glanced over at Kyou. The cat still sat as placidly as ever, his crimson eyes almost calculating as they observed the younger boy's reaction.
Hatsuharu's head tilted back and his eyes fell shut as he tried to regulate his breathing. The insidious anger was welling up within him as he tried to choke it down. He couldn't let Kyou win. He wouldn't accept defeat in the face of the cat's smugness. When he had finally managed to moderate his breathing, he opened his eyes halfway, staring at the cat with hooded eyes. A smirk hovered on the other boy's lips. "You're trying to bait me." His voice was a deep rasp; the cat felt it go up his spine in a little shiver.
"Well. Maybe you're not so dumb, after all," Kyou said lightly, trying not to let the fact that Hatsuharu's half-lidded stare was affecting him show. He had the unreasonable urge to want to crawl into the ox's lap and kiss him, which was completely undignified. "It's just like anything else: it requires practice," he said briskly, trying to ignore his own bothersome thoughts. "Stepping onto a tatami and swinging a shinai doesn't make you a samurai. It takes time. We have a lot of work on our hands and I'm gonna bust your ass till you get it right."
The ox smiled beatifically. "Thank you, Kyou." That smile made the cat's heart beat harder and jealousy crawl under Yuki's skin.
"Don't thank me yet, idiot," Kyou retorted gruffly. "I'll put you through hell."
"I don't see how you'll get a rise out of me now," the ox said, "since I know your method."
The cat gained his feet smoothly and made a show of rolling a shoulder and stretching. He stared down arrogantly at the ox. "The student should never question the teacher." Kyou took a few graceful steps over to the edge of the porch. A tan hand shot out, fingers tangling in the rat's pressed white school shirt. He hauled the other boy forward and with one hot glance at the ox, pulled the rat into a kiss.
At first Yuki's lips were stiff and unresponsive but then their mouths were vying with each other, tongues burning hot. Yuki was bending down over the cat; one hand came up to tangle in rough orange locks. Kyou gasped as his hair was tugged on and their moist tongues were briefly visible in the space between before Yuki's lips attacked again. All thought of Hatsuharu briefly fled Kyou's mind.
"Get your filthy hands off him, you damn rat!"
Well, until that.
Kyou lay belly up on his bed, one arm flung over his eyes. He was worn out. Earlier he had listened to a full hour of Shigure whining and moaning about the further destruction of his home. What were a couple of shouji doors to a rich best-selling novelist, anyway? The cat had been forced to throw the ox through them when Hatsuharu tried to charge full force into the rat. The thought of those reproachful chocolate eyes after the ox had come back to his senses was something Kyou tried to push out of his mind. Stupid cow. Things had only devolved further from there and it made the cat's blood pressure rise just thinking about it.
There came a knock on his door, which he ignored. He focused on the feel of his slow breath leaving his body and the next inhale. He was aware of the perfectly straight alignment of his spine. His legs dangled over the edge of the bed from the knees down; his bare feet were flush against the cool wood flooring.
A quiet creak alerted him to the fact that someone had entered his room uninvited. His ears focused on the sound of the door shutting, of bare feet padding softly across the room to stand before the bed. He could imagine the other boy's face looking down at him, soft and questioning, grey hair caressing his cheeks. The other boy's soft pink lips would be parted slightly by the sound of his breathing...
"Kyou." Yuki made it sound like a sigh, an entreaty. The cat made no move from his prone position.
Kyou could almost physically feel the other boy's gaze raking across him. He could imagine violet eyes resting on his bruised cheek, then traveling down to where his lower lip was swollen with an angry red split in it, then the rat's eyes would jerk back up to the multiple small bruises decorating his forearm.
"I'm sorry," Yuki finally murmured.
Kyou let his mind wander. After Hatsuharu had gone Black a second time, they had fought brief and hard, the ox going through the dog's prized shouji doors. The cat's blood had been singing with battle. Then Yuki had opened his mouth to disparage the younger boy. It irritated Kyou, those words; he had snapped while trying to defend Hatsuharu. And, like hundreds of times before, he had fought the rat and ended up with the same result as always.
He wasn't really too angry about it any more; he just liked knowing that his silence was making the other boy uncomfortable. His sensitive ears picked up the infinitesimal rustling of cloth as the rat fidgeted.
Kyou's heartbeat picked up as his senses told him that Yuki had gone to his knees before him, his body coming to rest between the cat's legs. Kyou tried not to show any reaction to the close proximity; he couldn't let the rat know just how badly he affected him. Hands settled on his thighs, their warmth soaking through his pants and into his skin. He refused to look; he sternly told himself not to look. The hands were traveling upward now, over his hips then up under his shirt. Fingers teased over the skin of his belly, somewhere between seductive and tickling. Kyou was already half hard.
He wouldn't look! He didn't want that damn rat to know he had power over him.
The hem of his shirt was lifted inch by inch; Yuki was draping the cat's lower torso with his body now, forcing the orange-haired boy's legs apart.
Kyou gasped as the rat's lips brushed over his skin just below his navel. He clenched his teeth together, annoyed that he had even made a sound. Yuki was placing light kisses over his skin and he had to fight the urge to squirm. His body grew hot knowing that the rat could probably feel his growing erection.
Yuki expelled a sultry breath over the tan stomach beneath him, letting his tongue snake out to lick a trail from the waistband of the cat's shorts to his navel. The orange-haired boy was almost shivering with tension; it excited Yuki to know that he was the reason that the cat was so on edge. His fingers went to the hem of the other boy's pants; he looked for any sign of refusal but Kyou gave none. The sound of his shorts being worked off his hips filled the room.
The cat tried to keep his breathing normal. Yuki's hands were peeling back his clothing, so close to the epicenter of his need. He felt the hesitation of the other boy, the lingering doubts that floated between the two of them hanging in the air. This was crazy, Kyou thought to himself. He was torn between wanting to push the rat away just to be stubborn and his own curiosity, his mind blurred by indecision, but then Yuki picked up his resolve.
Every muscle in the cat's body went rigid as the rat's hand guided his hardening length from his pants. Desperate thoughts flowed through his mind too fast for him to comprehend, overloading his ability to think straight as the grey-haired boy's warm breath wafted over his tender flesh.
Yuki was not fully prepared for the cat's reaction as his tongue tentatively touched the head of the hard length in front of him. Kyou cried out, body arching like an electric current was running through him, and Yuki had to press the other boy's legs down or be kicked. The rat stilled, waiting breathlessly. The cat finally settled back, fists clenched and teeth bared. Yuki's tongue ran over the flushed head again; he smirked, delighting in the whine that issued from Kyou's throat. This was a power he had never felt before. The cat was easily dominated in a fight, of course, but he felt no high from such petty things. This was vastly different.
Yuki took the head into his mouth, eyes trained upward to watch the cat's fists clenching tighter, teeth digging into his lower lip now. His mouth descended a little farther and his tongue rubbed over the veined flesh, so like his own and yet not. When his tongue swiped over the head again, salty bitterness bloomed on his tastebuds. Kyou's cock was weeping precum now and the taste was unlike anything else Yuki had experienced.
Kyou's legs were curling up toward his torso, muscles winding tighter and tighter. There were wet, sucking noises coming from between his legs. They made him blush like crazy. This was too embarrassing, to have Yuki's mouth doing...that to him. He pressed his forearm harder against his face, trying to maintain control. Despite his efforts, his legs jerked and he cried out as the other boy's tongue rubbed hard just under the head. He was already close, too close. He couldn't come so soon; it would be too much to do it that quickly. He would die of shame.
The rat released the cock in his mouth with a wet slap, wiped at the trail of saliva running from his mouth with the back of his hand. His jaw ached from the unfamiliar activity. Replacing his mouth with his hand, he began kissing his way up the cat's belly.
Kyou sighed in relief at the reprieve. Not that Yuki's hand didn't feel good too, but he had almost reached the point of no return with that hot, wet mouth on him. He relaxed as the kisses traveled up his torso. They were so soothing and sweet; he wasn't used to being on the receiving end of such attentions. Those kisses almost made him forgive Yuki for his latest bruises. His mind started to drift off from the warm pleasure seeping through his body.
Yuki stared up the length of Kyou's body as his lips continued to brush over flesh, violet eyes taking in the sight of the cat's head tilting back as he panted. The hips beneath him were starting to hitch upward, pushing the erection harder through his curled fingers.
Violet eyes trained on the exposed tan neck above him and the temptation became too great to suppress.
Kyou let loose a long, hoarse cry as lips and tongue came into contact with his sensitive neck. His nerves pulsed with pleasure and his eyes rolled back into his head as the other boy mauled his neck. Everything was so burning hot and the pleasure of having his cock touched intensified and then there were teeth nipping him and there was no stopping it.
Yuki had to brace a hand against Kyou's hip as his body tried to lift off the bed. The cat made the most wonderful noises and then a sizable amount of warm come was pumped up and over the rat's hand. He kept stroking until the cat was completely spent. With one final lick to the other boy's neck, he pulled back to survey his handiwork. Thick white come coated his hand, already cooling. Curiosity rose in him and he raised his fingers to his lips.
"Gross!"
Yuki looked up to find crimson eyes staring at him from the shelter of the cat's forearm. Kyou wore a petulant frown, lips turned down at the corners. The rat quirked a little smile before his tongue snaked out to lap up some of the come. He was amused when the orange-haired boy's mouth dropped open accompanied by a look of disgust.
The cat lowered his arm to hide his eyes again, his cheeks hot, but the mental image of his ejaculate on Yuki's pink tongue was burned into his mind. Just when he thought his shame couldn't get any worse, the rat said, "It's not that bad." What kind of remark was that? What could the cat say to something like that! Kisses were brushed over the inside of one of his thighs while he lay there mortified. "Kyou? Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," he muttered. He stole another peek, thankful that Yuki didn't catch him looking this time; he didn't know if he could look the other boy in the eye yet. "And..."
Yuki cocked a brow as the cat mumbled something unintelligible. He leaned back over his lover's body. "I didn't hear that last part," he said softly.
"I said I forgive you for earlier," the cat said gruffly.
"I'm glad," Yuki said warmly. He nuzzled his cheek against the orange-haired boy's chest, breathing in his scent. "Can I sleep here tonight?" He smiled to see the pink rise in the other boy's cheeks.
Kyou finally flung his arm aside from his face but stayed staring upward. His cheeks darkened further before he managed to hoarsely say, "That's fine. But don't expect me to kiss you until you brush your teeth. And don't expect any of that girly cuddling shit!" Yuki's answering laugh was husky and low and the cat felt like his sex would have stirred again if it hadn't just been spent. Kyou bristled at his own flustered thoughts and hurled a pillow at the self-satisfied rat. "Just go brush your teeth, damn it!"
A while later, after Yuki had done as the cat commanded and they lay together in the irascible teen's bed stripped down to their boxers, Kyou stared pensively at the ceiling. He glanced over at the other boy, who was only a mere inch away. The grey-haired boy's breathing was already going soft and heavy with sleep, his face serene. The cat thought the rat looked...cute. He grunted in disgust at the thought and returned his eyes to the ceiling, staring hard enough to put holes through it, but little by little his gaze kept betraying him as it traveled back to the other teen.
He did wonder, though... How would it feel to have his lover held against him? The thought, which he considered overly feminine, disgruntled him. But...
It couldn't hurt. Just this one time.
With a sigh, Kyou gave in to his urges and rolled onto his side, gathering the grey-haired boy to him, body elating in soft, smooth pale skin against his own. Finally, he closed his eyes and fell into contented sleep.