Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A View to a Thrill ❯ A View to a Thrill ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A VIEW TO A THRILL
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This idea comes from a reviewer on Mediaminer.org. A challenge, of sorts, to write a story where Hanajima is changing at the Sohma house and someone is watching. I'm not sure who you are, but I do hope you read this! ^^ A Kyo/Hana pairing (and a first for me). Mostly PWP. LEMON! '...' indicates character thoughts. /.../ indicates conscious thought. Confused? So am I at the moment. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!'

/You're spying on a friend's friend is what!/

'That doesn't answer my question!'

/It should./

'It doesn't. Why am I crouched in the hallway watching Hanajima undress in Tohru's room?'

/You like her./

'Yeah right! I barely talk to her...and the Yankee drives me insane! It's not possible--!"

/It is possible./

'I could never--!'

/But you do./

'No!'

/YES!/

'I can't....'

/You can. Admit it!/

'I'll never admit it!'

/Then why are you crouched outside Tohru's door watching her undress?/

'That was MY question! BAKA!'

Kyo growled to himself, scratching his head. He was confused...and left without any answers to his questions. Why was he sitting in the hallway? Why was he sitting outside Tohru's room? Why was he watching Hanajima? Why? WHY? WHY?!

'Holy shit...she's taking off her blouse! Correction, her blouse is on the floor.' His breathing quickened as he leaned forward for a better look. 'Her blouse is on the floor! And...her bra is black. Black lace. Why am I not surprised?'

He unconsciously licked his lips, sitting back on his heels. A groan worked its way from his chest to his throat, his hands clasping the doorframe tightly to keep his balance.

'And...are those...C cups?!'

/Definitely C cups./

'How can they possibly be bigger than the Yankee's?!'

/But you've never seen the Yankee naked./

'Not for lack of trying.'

/I'm telling her you just thought that!/

'No! No! I'm not thinking straight. It's untrue. I meant...." he paused in mid thought, his eyes widening. 'She's going to take off her skirt. The skirt's going next!'

/Are you sure you can take any more?/

Kyo groaned again, closing his eyes as his engorged manhood throbbed in the confines of his pants. He was really getting off on this. If he didn't stop this, something else might happen. Something that might quite thoroughly embarrass him. Perhaps he should go into the bathroom and work this out himself. Yes, that sounded like a perfect idea.

Opening his eyes, Kyo stood. But instead of turning to go to the bathroom, his fingers grabbed the doorframe tighter. His eyes couldn't leave the sight before him.

Hanajima stood in the center of Tohru's room, nearly naked. Her black lace bra had a matching pair of panties. They were high cut, showing off shapely legs and well curved hips. Her skin held an ethereal glow from her feet to her neck. Ebony hair cascaded in waves down her back, hiding her shoulders and back, the tips brushing against a tight bottom.

Kyo's breath quickened again, his death grip on the door tightening even more as his body replied in kind. His eyes remained focused on her, even as she turned away from the bed and faced him for a moment. He got a good look at her swollen breasts, the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders. Her stomach was flat, slightly defined muscles trailing downward. Her lingerie hid the rest. She proved to be a delicious sight, even to him.

/Now tell me you don't want her./

'Oh I do...but...I can't.'

/You CAN'T?!/

'She's too...too....'

/Beautiful? Luscious? Delectable?/

Kyo sighed. 'Weird.'

/Now there's the pot calling the kettle black./

'What if she uses that electro-wave on me?'

/What if you enjoy it?/

'That's sick!'

/That...is only a suggestion./

And it really didn't sound like a half bad one.

His hand reached for the door. 'Kami what am I doing?'

/GETTING SOME!/

And before he could argue, his fingers wound themselves around the door handle and threw the door open. He stood in the doorway, his breath catching as Hanajima looked up, wide eyed. He opened his mouth to say something, but she beat him to it.

"It's about time you opened the door. How long were you going to sit there and watch?"

Kyo's jaw would've hit the floor if it was humanly possible. How did she know he was there? And why didn't she say anything sooner?! He growled in the back of his throat, unsure if was from anger, frustration or both.

"Close the door, onegai. I am practically naked after all."

The door closed with a light snap. Gaining some composure, Kyo stood by the door, staring at Hanajima. His eyes narrowed as his body began to demand release. This was simply too much, being this close. He should never have opened the door.

Correction, he should never have CLOSED it.

/Jump her! JUMP HER! You know you wanna!/

And he did. Badly. His body was practically screaming for her. It was beyond explanation. She drew his attention. She made him think perverted thoughts. Not Arisa...not even Tohru could do this to him. It seemed damn near impossible. But...he just couldn't help himself.

"How did you know I was there," he asked cautiously.

Hanajima stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her skirt over her lap. "I can sense your aura. After two years of having classes with you, it's easy to pick you out individually."

He stepped forward, his gate slow, his look predatory. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Should I have?" she replied innocently.

He towered over Hanajima, a small smirk on his face. Leaning forward, he forced her to sit back on the bed. With one hand he held himself above her, tossing aside her skirt with the other.

"Hai."

Kyo moaned, his lips pressing tightly to Hanajima's. Their kiss was far from gentle, nor was it brutal. His lips brushed hers, his tongue lightly pressing between her lips. She opened them with a moan of her own, darting her tongue out to duel with his. They danced to an instinctive rhythm, their tongues entwining as their bodies began to melt into each other.

Hanajima gasped as she felt the proof of Kyo's arousal against her thigh. Something in her whispered that this should stop, but she couldn't bring her self to break the kiss. There was so much passion, so much emotion. So much she had never experienced. So much she WANTED to experience. And he was her first choice. The one SHE wanted. Although...she couldn't explain why.

Parting her legs, she wrapped one around Kyo's, keeping him in place indefinitely. She forced her tongue into his mouth, lifting her hips to press against his. She moaned at the contact as tingly sensations ran through every nerve in her body.

Kyo growled into the kiss, pressing his hips into hers in response. Kami but he was turned on. He needed release, but he needed to take this slow. Or as slow as possible.

Again holding himself up with one hand, his knee on the bed giving him some leverage, his free hand molded itself to her covered breast. He squeezed the soft mound gently, loving the sudden gasp Hanajima emitted. Her back arched, pressing the mound into his hand. He squeezed harder, earning him another moan.

Hanajima gasped for air as the kiss broke, his lips trailing light kisses along her neck to her ear. Her breath hitched when he suckled on her earlobe, her hands grasping at his hips. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, her hips pressing firmly against his. She cried out as his fingers pinched her nipple, the tingly sensations running through her once again.

Kyo smiled against her skin, moving his lips lower. The swell of her breast called to him, begged him for attention. Kissing the top of the mound, he peeled the cup downward until her breast popped free. Without preamble he took her turgid peak into his mouth, suckling like a newborn babe. Her whimpers caused him to suck harder until she cried out his name. Satisfied, he released her breast with a small tug on her nipple, and repeated his action on the opposing breast.

Her mind foggy, her body in total control, Hanajima tried to take in every sensation he caused. She wanted to return the favor but was uncertain how. Her body was in such pleasure, her mind and vision hazy that it was difficult to focus. On a particularly strong pull of his mouth, Hanajima raked her nails up his back causing him to moan in response. Something in her clicked. So he liked it a little rough.

'Well, then, let's see if he likes this. Gently now....'

Kyo gasped as he felt the first touch of her denpa. His eyes closed as he basked in the warm feeling it created in him. He felt Hanajima's nails lightly raking the skin of his back and shoulders, causing even more sensation to shoot through him. He felt her mouth on his shoulder. Felt the heat from her body as she drew him closer, wrapping her other leg around him as well.

Too close!

/Pull back! Pull back!/

And at the last minute he did, gasping as he looked down at an equally flustered and worked up Goth girl. Kami, but this had to end. And soon. But he was wearing too much clothing.

Sitting up, Kyo rid himself of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt, but managed to get it open and the button of his pants. It was Hanajima that made short work of the zipper. He stood to divest himself of his pants and boxers. His manhood jutted proudly from his body, the head glistening in readiness.

Hanajima couldn't take her eyes off of his erection. He was much larger than she would've thought. Was this how all men were? Curious, she reached out a hand and grasped him tightly, earning her a pleasured moan in response. Her thumb brushed across the head, wiping away the moisture there. She pulled her hand away, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together. It was an odd wetness. Not sticky, but not watery. More curious, she lifted her forefinger and placed it into her mouth for a taste.

Kyo groaned at this, his body tightening in want. His lips descended upon her, his hands finding the edges of her panties and ripping the seams. He tossed the scrap of lace somewhere in the room with all their other clothing. His fingers did as she did, finding the warm center of her and diving into her wetness.

Hanajima gasped, her hand squeezing even tighter around his erection. She lifted her hips for him as he inserted not one, but two fingers into her. He moved them in and out slowly. Kami but it was a tight fit. She could feel his fingers as they moved, causing an even greater sensation than before. Her stomach clenched, her inner walls clutching at his fingers. She closed her eyes against a tide of emotion as her body exploded.

Kyo's kisses trailed to the valley between her breasts as she came around his fingers. He groaned, licking her skin with his tongue before lifting himself to look at her. Her eyes were glazed over, her skin flushed. Her mouth was parted in a tiny "o" as she came down from her orgasm. He licked his fingers clean as she watched. Finished, he smirked at her and she offered a small smile in return.

"This has to end one way or another," he told her.

"Keep...going."

"You sure?"

She nodded, pulling his erection closer to her center.

Raising himself on both arms, Kyo settled himself between her parted thighs, the head of his erection rubbing against her folds. They both moaned at the contact. Carefully, he pushed forward.

"AH!" Hanajima willed her body to relax, but it failed to listen. As Kyo pushed his cock inside her core, she tensed reflexively against the painful intrusion. Her denpa rose again, stinging both of them as it crackled in the air. Both parties gasped. Driving by instinctive need, Kyo thrust the rest of the way inside her, hoping to ease some of the pain.

The pace was slow at first, but soon both of them were pushing against each other, rocking in time to an unheard beat. Kyo had to remind himself to breath. But the feel of her contracting around him took his breath away. It was a feeling like no other. But too soon, it wasn't enough and he was pushing himself harder, pushing into her faster.

Hanajima let her body take over, her mind now devoid of any logical thought. Her hips moved in time to Kyo's, her breath catching, punctuating every thrust. Her back arched as she felt a familiar tingle in her lower belly. This movement caused Kyo to hit a single spot inside her. She cried out his name, eyes wide in surprise. He hit this spot over and over until she finally let go. Awash in bright light she went over the edge, her body clutching as tightly to his as possible.

Kyo heard her cry his name, felt her body contract. At that very moment, it was like something snapped in him. He groaned her name, grinding his hips against her one last time. He felt his ball tighten, his load spilling into her. His arms were rigid, his muscles crying in pain. His entire body tensed, her nails firmly lodged into his shoulder. His body devoid of energy, he collapsed beside her, slipping out of her and rolling onto his back.

"That was...." /Amazing./ "Incredible."

"Interesting."

Kyo blinked. "Interesting?"

"Hai," Hanajima whispered in reply.

"What makes you say that?"

She shrugged, her eyes blinking sleepily. "I'm not sure. It was definitely different from anything I've ever experienced."

"Hey, it was my first time too."

"Is that so?"

Kyo blushed slightly. "Hai."

"Do you think it will be different a second time?" she asked curiously.

"Not sure," Kyo answered honestly. He smiled wickedly as he turned his head to look at her. "Wanna try again?"

She nodded wearily. "Perhaps a change of scenery is in order. I may be staying the night, but Tohru will want her room."

"The roof then?"

She sounded a bit unsure. "The roof? Why?"

"Why not?" Kyo asked, standing from the bed.

"Point taken."

Kyo looked at her hopefully. He just couldn't believe this! "Is that yes?"

"Well, I didn't say no." Hanajima blushed lightly.

"You're blushing," Kyo said with a chuckle.

"I assure you, I can do much more than that."

His eyebrows rose in question. "Is that so?" He smirked. "Prove it."

And that night, on the roof, on the porch and in his room, Hanajima proved it.



~OWARI~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* 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. ^_^