Heeeeeeeeey guys. Sorry for the LONG wait, even after the two weeks were up. I have this thing where i have to rewrite my work if i haven't worked on it in a week or so. Main events weren't changed so much... but there are some minor details that might come up later. It's your choice whether or not you want to read. Anyway, i've got the whole plot line finally figured out after doing some free writing, so the next chapters will come out much easier. I looked over again all that i still have to write, and i must say, this is going to be the longest mulichaptered story i've written so far. OH, and just FYI, there'll probably be a sequel to this story.

Thanks to all of you for being so patient!

AND thanks to Tsuki no Itsumo's idea for having my chapter titles relate to addiction! That was a BIG help.

Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Fruits Basket isn't mine.
Chapter Title: Indulgence

--Yuki--

That tired, defeated look hung around him the entire day. His movements were slow and lazy, his reactions sluggish and cataleptic, and you needed to remind yourself that doing anything at school was not in your best interest this time around. So, you were patient. You waited until the three of you returned home – beyond that, you waited through the little nap he took before dinner, alone up in his room where you probably could have done something without needing to worry about anyone.

You figured, though, that since he slept through most of lunch, he would certainly come down for dinner. Figured that he would rouse himself enough to eat a little, and that's why you made sure to finish early so you could go upstairs and start on homework. You figured he would be exhausted still, even with all the sleeping he had been doing that day, and that he would come right back up after he had gotten enough fuel in him to last him until morning. You figured that you would hear his heavier than normal footsteps coming up the stairs slowly, because really, how could you not when your ears were trained on the familiar creak of wood underfoot? You knew he wouldn't notice you opening your door as he opened his, and you waited patiently to hear the weight of his body falling onto his bed.

And you figured that the second you reopened his door and entered, he wouldn't put up a fight.

He's sprawled across the shorter width of his bed, elbows hooked over the edge of the mattress, one leg curled under the other. His head rolls to the side and he sees you, but other than blearily blinking his eyes at you, he doesn't move. He doesn't look particularly enthralled to be in your company at the moment, seeing as how he looks ready to fall dead asleep, but you aren't expected to back off. So he just lays there, silent, giving you a weary, almost annoyed look.

Hesitating isn't what you planned on doing, though, and your step doesn't falter as you make you way over to him. Not that you've really planned at all; all you know is that you are going to take advantage of him, diving in headfirst with the hope you won't hit shallow bottom. It's wrong of you, especially when he's in this condition, and you know it's probably not the best way to achieve what you're aiming for, but your legs move forward resolutely, and your mind is made up.

You push past the slight awkwardness of climbing onto his bed, straddling his hips as he follows you with his eyes. Kissing him is a relief, the little tensions you've built up along your spine relaxing. You press a little harder, and he opens his mouth lazily, granting you free access without a fight.

After a moment of easing your body weight over him, you realize that, for once, you are actually going slow. There's no hot rush of urgency, or any such need for it to be fast and hard like you're used to. He's soft and pliant beneath you, leisurely movements contributing to the kiss with small strokes of his tongue on yours.

You're aware, though, that it's not that he's giving up or giving in – it's just that he's…relaxed. His chest is rising and falling gently, small breaths exhaling from his nose, his fingers twitching lightly where they touch the arm holding you above him. It's rather astonishing, really, since you don't think there's been a time in the past month or so when he hasn't been tense around you, especially in moments like this. Of course, you do have to give a little credit to the fact that it's pouring – and again for emphasis, pouring – outside at the moment, but that wasn't really an excuse, was it? He could fight you if he really wanted to, and you take the fact that he hasn't yet for a good sign to continue.

--Kyo—

You can't help but relax entirely under the familiar weight of his mouth. Eyes closed, you don't even have it in you to fake a fight, and you're rather thankful that it seems you don't need to. He's not pressuring you for anything, nor heating things up necessarily. Which is good, because you are tired. Extremely tired. So, rather than fighting, you're perfectly fine with being amiable for him so that he can get it over and done with, and you can get back to sleeping away the rest of the evening. Eyebrows furrowing slightly, you tilt your head a little so that his mouth slants a little more comfortably over yours. His slow, steady pressure feeds what lazy motions you offer, stirring up a pleasant warmth around you. Almost amusedly, you wonder what he would do if you decided to let his not-so-insistent kiss lull you to sleep.

So, with your nearly catatonic state, it's no wonder that when his hand slips up your shirt, you are already too far gone at this point to care. You can't help it – the rain outside seems to be picking up, of all things, and you are ready to pass out, despite the horrible timing. Add the fact that his entire demeanor seems soft and slow, and you actually end up relating the hand sliding over your skin to being pet. Like a cat.

Unconsciously, you end up murmuring a soft 'mm' against his lips in response to the fingers trailing over your stomach. You're fighting a losing battle here…

--Y—

Your palm rests against the warm, smooth skin of his stomach. Encouraged by the small sound he makes, you glide your hand up his shirt, craving more. His body arches lightly into your touch, squirming a little as you press him back down, and you can feel your eyelids grow heavier. This is what you've been wanting. This kind of close contact that has your skin prickling with heat and more reaction than you've been getting. You really can't believe how obedient he's being, not putting up any fight at all. He's yielding and compliant… and… slack jawed…

Your eyes snap open and you freeze. There's no change. No movement. Just slow, deep breather. You don't want to believe that it's even possible. The two of you are making out for gods sake. You have a hand up his shirt, something you're completely sure he would never slip past his notice, and you are straddling him on his own bed. How can he possibly be –

Asleep. You pull back, and there he is. Dead. Asleep. Unbelievable. Un-freaking-believable. You rock backwards onto your knees, dumbfounded, and watch as he stirs a bit, swallowing and flopping a hand onto his belly before going still again.

Defeated, and without much else to do, you roll off of him. You can't believe him, and you honestly don't know whether to feel bad for him or insulted by him. Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have tried something during a downpour. Glancing out the window, you can see the rain coming down in torrents, and you suppose that you can't really blame him. But hell, how many people can say that they fell asleep kissing someone they consider their enemy, huh? Not even a warning, just dropping right off like that, leaving himself completely defenseless.

…Huh…

You glance back at him, a twinge of guilt going through you at the thought, but find yourself moving closer nonetheless. When else are you going to get a chance like this? Besides, it was his fault for being irresponsible and not rejecting you in the first place. You aren't expected to back off.

Leaning in, you move his hand away so your can replace it – his hand bounces with dead weight off the mattress, but you aren't concerned that he'll wake up now. His skin is pleasantly warm from sleep, and you press your palm flat against his stomach, splaying your fingers out. His eyebrows draw together and you lighten the pressure, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips quiver. A slow sigh has his chest rising up heavily before falling back down in exhalation, and he looks completely at ease. Watching his expression, you start the travel upward, pushing his shirt along with your fingertips, mapping the muscles of his abdomen.

You aren't surprised to find his body hard and lean as always, well-toned from all that training he does. It's been a while since the two of you came to actual fists, and looking at him – touching him now, you're a little uncertain of who would end up winning in a fight. Nothing about him is soft, that's for sure, yet you're finding him satisfyingly touchable. Oh, you're sure you're supposed to crave the supple, sweet skin of a female, but you're increasingly finding yourself a lot more attracted to his solid, strong form more than anyone else.

You stroke past his ribcage with a little more intent to tease, and are rewarded with another quiet murmur from him. And you have to wonder… just what would this be like if he was awake right then? Putting aside the fact that he would no doubt stop you, what kind of face would he make? What sounds? The image of him writhing under you, groaning out your name, suddenly pops into your mind and a faint flush rises on your cheeks.

You linger on his chest, searching off to the side until you brush against a nipple. Checking once more to make sure the weather hasn't weakened – it hasn't – you press the nub of flesh under a finger and rub gently. A rough moan works it's way from Kyo's throat, back arching again as you continue teasing him. You're not too sure exactly what it is you want by doing this while he's sleeping, of all things, but this – this kind of reaction – has something in you burning harder.

The sound of light footsteps coming up the stairs makes you jump guiltily – like a child caught with your hand in the cookie jar – and you quickly tug his shirt back down. You recognize the pitter-patter as that of Honda-san, and stand, knowing that you won't get out of the room quick enough for her not to see you. You never go into Kyo's room… she knows that. So why are you in here? Uh… you spot a book from Shigure's bookshelf sitting on his desk, and scramble to pick it up. You have a moment to straighten your shirt and take an easing breath before pulling the door open.

"Yuki-kun?" Honda-san asks upon seeing you exit the room, closing the door behind you. "What were you doing in Kyo-kun's room?" She doesn't seem suspicious, at least. Your thankful that it doesn't seem she's picked up much between you and him.

"I was looking for this book." You tell her with a smile, holding it up as evidence. "I'll return it tomorrow. Don't tell Kyo, alright? I don't want a fight over it."

"Ah, okay." She says, looking momentarily concerned before nailing you with a huge grin. "But you and Kyo-kun seem to be getting along lately! You haven't had a fight in so long!"

"Well…" You mutter, feeling yourself tread into dangerous territory. "I wouldn't call it getting along. More like tolerating."

Her smile saddens a little at that. "Well, that's getting close. It would be so nice if you two could be friends."

"Friends, huh…" Somehow, even though it doesn't seem impossible, the idea of it doesn't feel likely to happen. Anyway, you feel it's time to change the subject, so you move further away from Kyo's door in the general direction of your own. "Were you going to bed, Honda-san?"

"Oh! No, I came to ask if you would like a to have a late night snack with Shigure-san." Now that she mentions it, you can smell some sort of sweet cooking in the air.

"I would love to." There's no way for you to resist that smile. So, with the book still in your hand, you follow her down the stairs.

Later that night, in bed, you wonder just what he'll say to you in the morning, when he realizes that he fell asleep on you.

So, yeah. I'm still a little awkward with -those- kinds of scenes, so any suggestions or help would be appreciated. This chapter is a little short... but the next ones will be coming out soon. Couple of ending notes, though...

So, first of all, sorry for all if there was any confusion on the poll thing. I didn't realize you couldn't post more than one poll on your profile. And that it didn't automatically go onto the profile page...

Anyway, i've got a new poll up there now. The one asking what site it would be best to post things that might not be -cough- appropriate for this site.

One last thing... is anyone interested in being my beta reader, or does anyone have any reccomendations for one? I think it's about time i got an editor...

As always, hope you liked it. Plz review, and tell me if you find any mistakes!