Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A Little Love Between Friends ❯ A Little Love Between Friends ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A LITTLE LOVE BETWEEN FRIENDS
A Fruits Basket Challenge fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Again, some poor fangirl asked for it and here it is. My answer to a pairing challenge that included a Hanajima x Kyo x Tohru threesome. I've been wanting to write a similar story for some time. There is both het and yuri involved in this fic. I repeat, HET and YURI. Mostly het, but the yuri isn't all that subtle. Told from Kyo's POV. I hope you will enjoy. Comments welcome. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.



It should've been like any other day.

I went to school. I came home. I fought with Yuki. I beat the snot out of Shigure. Did my homework. Helped prepare tomorrow's lunches. The usual.

Then the norm suddenly changed.

Okay, picture this: your best friend naked with one of her friends.

That is NOT normal.

Is it?

I was relaxing on my usual tree limb after supper. Tohru's friend Hanajima had come over to visit. I was surprised, but Tohru seemed to have been expecting her. The scary girl helped her finish washing the dishes, then they headed upstairs. I figured she was there to help Tohru with homework. But knowing the grades Hanajima gets, it filled me with serious doubt. The girl's not stupid, she just doesn't apply herself.

If I only had a yen for every time I've heard THAT in my life....

Anyway, I happened to catch them entering Tohru's room out of the corner of my eye. I liked the tree because it's close to Tohru's room. Not because I could see into it, although Shigure considered it a plus. Everything appeared to be normal. They chatted. They giggled - strange that Hanajima would giggle - and they appeared to be preparing for something.

That something definitely caught my attention.

Hanajima had taken off her shirt. Gods what a view! She was stacked! I certainly never would've guessed it. She could've been bigger than the Yankee for all I knew. Still, pale flesh against black lingerie was slightly more affecting than I'd ever thought. She looked like the perfect porcelain doll. Even her legs, long and slender white limbs...shit! Her skirt was gone too!

My eyes had but a moment to register that Tohru was stripping as well. Holy--! I tried to turn away at that moment, but couldn't manage it. I tried DAMMIT! My eyes remained glued as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing white skin and a light pink bra. She wasn't as endowed as Hanajima, but...this was Tohru! I wanted to look whether I was willing to admit it or not.

And I'm still not willing to admit it!

Hanajima helped Tohru out of her skort - a strange invention those - before placing a light kiss to her friend's temple. Tohru's blushed madly, but didn't pull away. The denpa said something, perhaps a question, and Tohru nodded. They moved in unison towards the far side of the room. Towards Tohru's bed.

Oh no way!

But it was just as I imagined it. Not that exact moment of course, but...oh hell, I was thinking of things as I went. Hanajima seemed to know what to do, taking the initiative. Her hands caressed Tohru's shoulders, skimming up and down her arms a few times as she kissed her again. There were no arguments and Tohru even started to respond by caressing her friend's shoulder's a back.

Black and pink disappeared when I merely blinked. Tohru's hands tentatively held Hanajima's breasts, weighing them. Hanajima gently kneaded one of Tohru's breasts, as if showing her what to do. She eventually got it as Hanajima closed her eyes, both of her hands paying hommage to Tohru's chest.

I tried so hard not to be turned on. But it was impossible. Inevitable. Even the cool pelting of rain didn't stop me.

Knowing that Tohru was exploring her sexuality with her friend pricked a slight nerve in me, though. Not that it wasn't fun to watch, especially when Hanajima took off Tohru's panties and - oh no she's not! - decided to have a little fun with some private parts. In some aspects, I suppose I had wished to be the one to take Tohru's...well, virginity. Realizing then that I was not the first to touch her made me a bit angry...and depressed.

Until Hanajima began kissing Tohru there. THERE! Then she proceeded to do something I'd only read about in Shigure's books. Tohru didn't mind either. In fact her mouth was agape, and I imagined her moaning as her hips jerked under her friend's tender care.

I had no idea how turned on I really was. Seriously. I was too engrossed with watching. Shigure would shit if he only knew. A smile spread across my face at the thought of getting a glimpse of something he could only dream about. HA!

But as I was putting my new found voyeurism to the test, I moved further and further out on the limb, closer and closer to Tohru's bedroom window. Honestly, I'm surprised the dame rat didn't catch me. I was so close to them, to simply coming in my pants!

Wouldn't you know the damn limb decided, right then and there, to break!

I started to fall forward. In an attempt to save myself and make as little noise as possible, I grabbed onto the closest thing I could find. The window ledge. My fingernails dug into the woodwork, my arms stretching in an effort to hold my body weight.

But this soon led to another problem.

Now pressed against the window, they had as good a view of me as I had of them. They were definitely surprised. Well, Tohru was. Hanajima, as usual, simply stared at me as if I had appeared and she had expected it.

The crackling of her denpa, though, spoke of her anger and frustration.

To my surprise it was Hanajima that opened the window. She stood there, just watching me. I had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry" certainly didn't seem good enough and "thank you" was just too weird. Especially since neither of us had gotten what we had hoped for.

Yet.

"Umm...surprise?"

"What were you doing outside in the rain?" Hanajima asked calmly. She moved, only a little to allow me a clear view of both of them once again. She showed no sign of agitation and, more importantly, no sign of modesty. Because of that, I couldn't stop the rush of blood to my face. I thought for sure if I didn't die of heat stroke - or the fall - her powers would be the end of me.

Tohru, unfortunately, was already wrapped in her blanket. Damn. Still, it was quite an alluring sight. Even if she looked terribly worried. "Kyo-kun, you hate the rain!"

"Yeah I know, but...."

"I didn't know you hated rain."

I shrugged as best I could while dangling there. "Whatever. I didn't want to stay in the house." I flinched knowing that it was a lame excuse. Damn near the truth, but still lame. I waited for Hanajima's electricity to touch me, to defeat my tenuous hold on the window ledge.

But she didn't attack me with her denpa.

Instead, she grasped the waistband of my pants and tugged. Hard. I yelped as my lower half went off balance with my upper, but my feet managed to find purchase on the windowsill. I regained preciously lost balance and crouched in the window before stepping a foot into the room.

Standing before both women, I realized Hanajima hadn't let go. As if my face couldn't get any redder! Her hand never left where it had grabbed on to my pants. In fact, she had a pretty firm hold even now.

And it was obvious how aroused I was.

I cursed silently, thinking for sure THAT had to be the end of me.

"Tohru-kun, what would you think about adding another toy?"

Hello! Toy?! ME!?!?!

"Hana-chan?"

"Tohru-kun, what did I ask you when we started?"

"AH! To call you by your first name. Gomen ne...Saki-chan."

Images of what I'd seen earlier flitted across my mind, only making the growing hard-on in my pants worse.

"He would...add...to the experience."

Add to the experience?!

"Really?"

"And I must admit, he's quite ready to play."

"But he's soaking wet."

"Just another reason to get him out of his clothes," Hanajima continued, smiling - yes SMILING - up at me. "Wouldn't want him to catch a cold."

"Is Kyo-kun...okay with that?" Tohru asked.

Was I okay with what? Being stripped naked by two gorgeous women, one of which just happens to be my dream girl in disguise? At the prospect of having sex with not one, but TWO, beautiful women? With just being out of my restrictive clothing so we could get this show on the road?!

Hell yeah!

But the words failed to form. I looked Tohru over carefully before nodding. She was seriously worried. Relief poured from her and she smiled at Hanajima. "Should we help him undress?"

I opened my mouth to answer but Hanajima beat me too it. "That is up to him?" And with that she released her hold on the front of my pants. She didn't back away, but she did let go. I was surprised if nothing else. She looked at me curiously, knowingly. "Will you require assistance?"

Again, I nodded because I didn't trust the words forming in my head. Were they even really words? I continued to stand, though it was difficult. My knees wanted to buckle and I thought I'd melt as Tohru stepped closer, the sheet falling from her body to reveal my dream in flesh. My body shivered as they reached for me...or rather, my wet clothing.

Tohru unbuttoned my shirt carefully, too carefully. Her shaky fingers made it difficult work. She seemed almost grateful when I undid the button she couldn't get undone. "It's okay, Tohru," I whispered to her. My words seemed to give her the courage she needed to finish the task.

Meanwhile Hanajima took it upon herself to undo my pants. I had no idea she had completed her task until cool air brushed against the back of my legs. I looked down past Tohru's hands to find the girl kneeling to the side, her gaze concentrated. I couldn't tell if she was focused on the task, or on something else.

When she grazed my dick and cupped my balls through my boxers, I knew it had been that something else.

Tohru stopped short of pushing my unbuttoned shirt from my shoulders when I hissed out loud. She looked at me curiously, then down at her friend. Her eyes widened as she realized what Hanajima had done. Instead of arguing, or apologizing, she watched - dammit she WATCHED - while her friend squeezed gently enough to elicit a drawn out moan.

"Saki-chan?" It was said more out of curiosity than uncertainty.

Tohru's question drew the denpa girl back from whatever lovely dream she'd been having. I certainly wasn't complaining! Offering no apology, she pulled away from the bulge in my shorts to reach for the waistband. She looked up at Tohru, and I think I missed the apology in her eyes. Tohru however, relaxed again.

"Everything must come off," Hanajima said. "Shirt first."

Gentle fingers caressed my shoulders as the shirt was peeled from my damp skin. My eyes shifted to Tohru, eyelids lowered as I watched her work. She was just as careful in this as she had been with the buttons. It was warming to watch but maddening on my already begging flesh.

She dared a glance at me and all I could do in response was smile. She smiled bashfully in return, pushing wet cotton down my arms until it hit the floor with a definitive "plop". I waited for her to pull away, but she remained, her fingers retracing their path over my arms and shoulder. I fought back a purr of satisfaction, of pure male pride that she did not move away.

The feeling only intensified as Hanajima slowly removed my boxes. The tips of her nails swept over my flesh. It wasn't so much painful as it was titillating. My eyes dropped and Tohru's gaze followed. Hanajima assured that I was completely naked, lifting one foot than the other before tossing my wet pants aside. When she looked up to the spot where her hand had been only moments before, we all got a good look at my arousal. I wanted to be embarrassed, but Tohru was embarrassed enough for us both, and the look in the denpa's eyes only made my dick twitch.

"Is that normal," they both asked in unison.

"I...don't know." An honest answer because, quite frankly, I'd never been so aroused before.

Hanajima wasted little time reaching for that which she seemed to crave. I tried not to swoon and fall to my knees as her fingers curled around my rock hard flesh. "Tohru," she said after holding it for a few seconds. "Here, feel this."

She looked up at me, unsure. "Is it okay?"

"Yes," was my strained reply. And I nearly choked on air as Tohru's fingers joined Hanajima's. Both girls were holding me. Oh gods!

"It's awfully hard," Tohru commented as she squeezed gently. "Does it hurt?"

"I suppose that would depend on one's tolerance for pain," I replied.

"It is painful for you to have an erection?" That question from the psychic.

I tried to form the words over the sounds of want and need in my head. "Not painful...in a physical sense. More like...emotional."

Tohru looked plainly confused. "I don't understand."

"He is very eager, Tohru. His body wants release and therefore he aches. Do you remember what I told you earlier?"

"About holding back, you mean?"

She nodded. "It's not good to hold back. It causes pain. But he will hold out as long as he can." She looked up at me for confirmation. The girl had a damn good way with words. "Am I right?"

"Yes," I practically hissed.

"Then we should not tease you any longer." Both girls released my pulsing dick and I didn't know whether to sigh or to scream.

"What can we do," Tohru asked, her face full of determination. "What can we do to help you, Kyo-kun?"

If they wanted instruction, they'd be waiting awhile. With so many things running through my head, I had no idea where to start. Gratefully, Hanajima took the lead. She positioned Tohru to my front, giving her friend a little kiss on the neck before looking up at me.

I must've had the worst look on my face because she raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I sighed trying to get all my thoughts and feelings under control. It was a silent apology and she accepted it. I knew when I felt her fingers on my shoulder squeeze just so and I opened my eyes to her knowing smile.

"Do what feels natural to you, Kyo. If you wish to kiss either of us, just do so. Touch us, do whatever it is you've dreamed of doing. Or tell us to do the same."

"Just don't hold back," Tohru added with a smile.

Taking Hanajima's word, I did what felt natural to me. What I had wanted to do for so very long. My hands reached out to Tohru, pulling her closer and capturing her lips in a kiss. She was surprised by my action, but relaxed as the kiss progressed. Do kisses even have a progression?

My tongue swept into her mouth and her tongue responded. Dueling, they danced a dance choreographed by instinct. She was practically melting in my arms, a dangerous thing, so I backed off. Just slightly. She moaned, noting my change of behavior, but did not complain. In fact, she took initiative, taking control of the kiss and caught me totally by surprise.

It was then that Hanajima decided to join in. First with her touch, fingertips caressing my damp skin. I should've felt cool, but her touch left me on fire. Just the gentlest, the barest hint of a touch and I felt flames. From my elbow to my shoulder and across the back of my shoulders. Then I felt the first touch of her lips on the nape of my neck. I couldn't suppress the shiver that shook my body.

Two women standing entirely too close and I didn't want to stop it. Thankfully, Hanajima took a cue from Tohru and remained at a safe enough distance. Even as she leaned over to kiss my shoulder blade I knew that there was no immediate danger of transformation. It was bad enough the psychic knew more than we told, but it wouldn't do to have the family secret revealed during sex.

If I could hold out that long!

Tohru's hands busily explored as Hanajima's did. Her lips traveled in a path that nearly mirrored her friend. I tried not to sigh, not to relax too much. Euphoria flitted through parts of me, a feeling I had never known before. Ever. Muscles tightened and skin drew taut as hands started to move lower. With Hanajima's hands cupping my butt and Tohru's hands just hovering above my erection, I felt like I was dying.

Tohru pulled away again, asking with her eyes it I was okay to touch me. I was of half a mind to yell at her, but it was Hanajima that coaxed her. "Tohru-kun, it won't bite you."

"I know but...." Her voice sounded strange, her breathing heavier than normal.

"But what?" Hanajima asked.

"I...I'm not sure."

My hands gently grasped her and lead them to my waiting erection. "Touch me, Tohru. I want you to." And I meant it!

She grasped me as before, kneeling so that she could get a better look at me. I watched as her eyes traced the tip, following the length to the base and back up again. Behind me Hanajima watched as well, her feather-light touch grazing the back of my upper thigh causing my butt to tighten in surprise and delight. She really had a way with her fingers.

Then I got distracted as Hanajima began working her own magic. I'd call it evil, but it felt so damn good. The combination of her lips and fingers, even the whisk of her long hair along my lower back, butt and upper thighs forced me push my hips forward, moaning happily. This in turn surprised Tohru who had her own game plan ready.

I certainly wasn't ready when I felt the touch of her innocent lips on the head of my throbbing dick.

"Perhaps we should allow Kyo to lie down," Hanajima suggested.

"Are you tired, Kyo-kun?"

I shook my head, wobbling on my feet now. "Just...difficult to stand."

"Then lie down! Please!"

I moved to the bed but I didn't lie down. Instead I sat along the edge, pondering, not for the first time, how the hell I had ended up in Tohru's room with two naked women. But my luck was forgotten as they approached me again. Tohru sat to my left. With quick reflexes I halted Hanajima from sitting down. She was easily maneuvered in front of me, my eyes level with her ample chest.

"Do you want me to leave?"

My head shook immediately. "No, but I am curious about why you're here."

"Don't you mean you're curious about why I'm naked with my best friend?"

That too.

"I had proposed something to Tohru-kun. She agreed."

"You proposed sex with Tohru?"

"Hai."

"But not intercourse," Tohru added hurriedly. "It's not possible."

I sighed. "I know that."

She was about to apologize when Hanajima said, "This was not to be a game. This is very serious."

"I agree."

"Then I'll ask you again, do you want me to leave?"

Again a shake of the head. "I want you to show me."

Did I just say that?!

"Show you?" Both of them were baffled.

I'm turning into a pervert. Gods, help me. But all the prayer in the world didn't stop me from clarifying, "Show me what you planned to do," I told Hanajima.

She raised an eyebrow but only said, "Would you mind moving to the foot of the bed?" I did as she asked. She immediately took my place on the edge, one arm carefully snaking around Tohru. A one arm hug. She placed a kiss to her friend's temple before asking, "Are you okay with someone watching?"

Tohru nodded.

I sat as still as a statue. Hanajima caressed both sides of Tohru's face before cautiously invading her lips. Jealousy reared its ugly head as they kissed like old lovers, each one paying special care to the other. It made me wonder just how many times they'd kissed. This couldn't have been the first time...could it?

But my jealousy was short lived as passion, lust, raged through my body. Hanajima was quick to move Tohru onto her back, her hands kneading the soft mound of her chest. Tohru was not idle either, her hands caressing the sides and hips of the denpa girl. My lips suddenly became parched and I'm not sure if it was from the heated kiss as it broke, or from the lust-laden look both girls were giving each other.

As if answering a silent request, Hanajima squeezed one soft globe in her hand before laving her tongue across the tip. I caught a glimpse of her eyes as she looked over at me. Knowing that I was watching was raising her temperature. I could smell her sweat, her heat. It was so damn hot to watch her make love to Tohru's breasts that I was disappointed when she stopped.

But she simply smiled and moved lower.

A kiss to the navel. To the stomach. Each carefully placed as if to tease. But was it for me, or for Tohru? The other girl seemed pretty worked up, her responsiveness thrilling to watch. How I wanted to be in Hanajima's place at that very moment. To feel her thighs parting for my hands. For the chance to kiss her inner thigh, to trace a line with my tongue to that secret place only a special person should touch.

Her scent suddenly filled the room and I was helpless against it. But hers was not the only heat I could smell. Hanajima too was very affected by her own ministrations on Tohru. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent as if I could taste it.

Smell.

Taste.

Touch.

My senses were going nuts. Was this how it was supposed to be? I don't think I ever wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. My dick wouldn't stop throbbing and I had to hold it for fear of it exploding without my permission. Unknowingly, I began to stroke myself as Hanajima dipped her tongue into Tohru's heated center, making sure I had a good view while she chewed out her friend. Tohru was writhing madly, the denpa's fingers dancing across the other girl's center before slowly plunging inside.

Gods this was too much!

"Kyo?"

Hanajima's softer than normal voice called me back into the moment. I blinked as if waking, trying to focus on her. Dark hair spilled forward over her shoulders and across Tohru's middle, hiding what would've been a lovely view of her own breasts. But it was her eyes that drew my attention: dark orbs that spoke volumes without words. She was beckoning me, calling to me. Did she want me to join in? Was I dreaming?!

Only when she waved for me to approach did I actually move.

Hanajima whispered something to Tohru and she nodded as if agreeing. I had no idea what was planned so I remained silent, my body dying to touch what was well within my reach. I looked from Hanajima to Tohru, then back to the psychic.

"I believe you are both ready," Hanajima said.

"Ready?" My eyes went wide. "Are you telling me I can fuck Tohru?"

Hanajima shrugged. "I would prefer that you make love to Tohru, but the distinction is up to you."

I looked down at Tohru. She was so far gone, her mind foggy with lust that it showed in her eyes. "Is it all right?" I asked her. I groaned when she nodded.

Everything disappeared except for Tohru as I hungrily claimed her lips, my hands impatiently working over her body. I would make love to her. Show her just how gentle and caring I could be. How I wanted to be with her.

Now was not that time.

She was so ready, the smell of her sex permeating my pores, that I simply dove in. I sat up, pulling away from her. Kneeling, I turned her so that her legs draped over my hips. Her ankles dug into my butt as the tip of my erection brushed her wet folds. She groaned, writhing impatiently. I spared us both, pushing myself inside of her as far as I could go in one swift thrust.

I was surprised that there was no scream.

But of course there wouldn't be. Hanajima had taken it upon herself to keep Tohru quiet, her mouth covering Tohru's as their tongues met in battle. I would've been jealous once again, had Tohru's vaginal muscles not spasmed around my manhood. A grip so tight that I nearly cried out.

My mind didn't even register that Hanajima was fingering herself.

Instinct told me to move and Tohru cried out again. Muffled, but I understood the look of pain on her face. I sighed, gathering as much courage as I could. I didn't want to hurt her - gods help me - but she was obviously in pain. Her fingers grasped the bed sheets in a death grip but she said nothing in complaint.

"I'm sorry, Tohru," I muttered as I pulled back to thrust again. "I'm sorry."

Hanajima broke their kiss to soothe her friend. My second thrust had broken the barrier of her virginity and Hanajima kissed the tears from her cheeks. Tears of my own poured from my eyes and I was surprised when the psychic reached over, wiping away my tears as well.

"It only hurts the first time. The pain will go away, but giver her time to adjust."

I wanted to ask how she knew so much, but Tohru's muscles spasmed again and she moaned. Not in pain, but in pleasure. I lost sight of Hanajima again as Tohru became the focus of my world. Holding her hips I began to find a rhythm. Our rhythm. And it didn't take long.

Tohru attempted to reach for me, her fingers finding purchase on my lower arm. She squeezed, moaning and writhing as I increased the temp of our dance. She moaned again, her lustful sounds muffled once again by Hanajima. I longed to hear her scream, but knew that as long as we weren't alone in the house, it would never be.

Wasn't it enough that my dream was happening in real life?

Intoxicated by both the movement within her and the smell that permeated the room, I gave myself over to what I had wanted. I think she came at the same time, her muscles clenching down so hard I had to grit my teeth against the almost painful pressure. Warmth rushed through me, my pulse echoing through my ears. I'm pretty sure I cried out, my mouth open and throat dry.

But no one came running. The room was silent. Save for a muffled moan that I would've missed had my senses not been heightened by the release.

When I came to I noticed Hanajima, lying close to Tohru. But her head was turned, her face buried into the mattress and her hair acting as a curtain. My mind recollected something and I looked without thinking, watching as she fingered herself into orgasm then pulled the fingers away, her hand laying across Tohru's stomach.

It was Tohru that broke the silence. "Is that what it's supposed to be like?"

Huh? "You mean, sex?" After she nodded I continued, "I guess." It was the only answer I could offer.

"Was it good, Tohru-kun?"

The girl nodded again. "Yes, but...Saki-chan couldn't share the experience."

"You need not worry about me," Hanajima said, tracing one slick finger in circular patterns over her friend's stomach. It was enough to earn a spark out of my limping manhood. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" My voice was more strained than I wanted it to be. Did I want to screw Hanajima as well?

"I have reached release the same as both of you. It was an...enlightening experience," Hanajima replied and...my god was that a blush?! "I assure you that I'm fine."

My ego was more injured by her statement than my pride. Still, there would always be other moments, right? She was quite stunning naked and it didn't have to involve intercourse.

Gods I'm turning into Shigure! NO!

"Kyo-kun, are you all right?"

Startled I stared down at Tohru and Hanajima. The denpa was huddled to the girl's side, as close as she could be without being too intrusive on our private moment. They both looked up at me, concerned. Did I have a strange look on my face? Had I transformed into something different...something other than my curse?

I nodded.

"I suppose I should leave you two alone now."

Tohru looked horrified. "You're leaving already?"

Hanajima only smiled, kissing Tohru on the temple. "I have been here too long. And you need to start dinner."

"Oh no! I totally forgot."

And like that she was out of my arms.

But the dream wasn't dead.

We all cleaned up as best we could, dressed and went downstairs. Shigure would ask questions later, no doubt, but I could handle that. For once his teasing wouldn't bother me because I had gotten what I had dreamed about.

As Hanajima walked towards the door, I said, "Thank you."

It certainly seemed more appropriate now.

She turned around and smiled in return. Did she know she was much more beautiful when she smiled? "Do not mention it."

What was a little love between friends, anyway?


~OWARI~

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Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^