Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ And Then They ❯ Sex Once A Day Keeps the Doctor At Bay ( Chapter 2 )

Black Hylia: Welcome to the second episode of 'And Then They...'. In response to JJ, I've come to realize that you are indeed correct. Why the hell should I care whether or not I get reviews? Anyways, same disclaimers and whatnot go.

Genjo Sanzo: Don't you think they already know that?

Black Hylia: Thinking now, are we? Don't make me hit you again. By the way, if you have some sort of problem with yaoi, hentai, or whatever that is involved in this story- I'm not sorry; I want to know why you're reading this if you feel that way. But just to make something very obvious even more obvious- this chapter is a Hatori and Kyou scene- so don't let the children read. It's nothing explicit- just detailed well.

Genjo Sanzo: Is this like pre-empted responses to any flame you might get?

Black Hylia: *Nods* That's right.

Genjo Sanzo: People are going to think you're insane.

Black Hylia: Oh well, onto the show!

And Then They...: Episode II: Sex Once A Day Keeps the Doctor At Bay

As the doctor moved, the cat mumbled, "Let's just get this over with." Gasping, he felt a body lower onto his legs. He attempted to turn in order to shove said body off, but his shoulders were forcefully kept in place.

"Like I said, I am not going to do anything you disagree to; I am merely getting into position."

"Do you do this to ALL your patients?"

".....Yes." Kyou couldn't quite place his finger on it, but there was something definitely off about the way he replied. He passed it off as simply his paranoia acting up again and rested back on his arms, pillows quite comfortably padding his chest.

Soft hands ran along his back, gaining pressure at the area below the neck juncture and below the shoulder blades. Finger brushed against his sides as the hands fanned out to massage the neck; two solitary fingers traced the dip of his spine as the other hand began light, pressing, circular finger motions on his lower back.

The groan that he suppressed was obvious to both and the orange-haired teen buried his face in his arms to prevent himself from further vocalizing his 'feel-good' state. It was nearly impossible to stop the second as Hatori brought his skilled workers over the area between the shoulder blades, taking specific interest in the spot. His back had always been sensitive to the touch, especially that region, and Hatori's hands- warm, strong, defined- made that butterfly feeling come back ten fold.

Does he really hafta be wearin' his boxers for crying out loud?! I mean, damn!

It was true, with hunter green boxers being the only thing barring Kyou to coming into complete contact with the older male, it was needless to say one or more thoughts were running through his mind at the time. The most interesting had to have been the one with Hatori... strapped to a-

"Kyou? You're making an exceedingly large amount of noise down there."

Why'd ya hafta say 'down there'? Stupid sexy Hatori!

Orange brows shot up when a hot breath tickled his right ear. "You're making me curious as to what other noises you can make." The doctor was very forcefully shoved clear off the cat and onto his ass.

"What the HELL do ya think you're doing?!" The cat was on his feet now, a little taken aback when Hatori seemed neither phased nor worried.

The brunette gave another smirk. "Apparently getting you more worked up than you already are." His eyes motioned to the very visible bulge in the cat's lower body. "Perhaps larger pants are in order. Now then," He began to stand, now towering over the younger Sohma. " I believe I had instigated something."

With a hard shove- not to mention and not-to-graceful fall- Kyou was back on the floor and in an instant Hatori was pressed against him. Kyou had to fight off the initial urge to scream when his lips were mashed against by him, a hand delving into his orange locks and keeping a tight grip.

A tongue moistened his lips, yet it was not his own. Hatori was making slow, deliberate strokes against his near-bruised lips; he pressed it into a panting mouth, fighting mercilessly against a hesitant tongue.

Kyou found himself needing the feel of Hatori, needing to feel his skin against him. It was shocking, to say the least. What would Hatsuharu think? What would he DO?

"What are you chuckling about?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"Your tongue doesn't feel as if it were sandpaper." Hatori was often amused by how alike the Zodiac had become in comparison to the actual animals they represented: Ayame hissed when he was angry; Kyou's hair bristled when he was uncomfortable; Yuki had strangely enough picked up teasing the elephants whenever the circus was in town.

"It sure as hell ain't! See?" Bringing himself up, he flicked his tongue against the column of Hatori's neck, loving the slight shiver that he felt go through the other. Grunting, he was pressed back upon the floor and given the earlier events, his back was involuntarily arched above a pillow.

"I think I rather like you like this- legs apart, head back, chest just begging to be licked and played with." Crimson eyes widened as Hatori took his position above him, groins erotically pressed together, tan arms pinned above a slightly worried face with a strong grip. A rouge tongue slithered over his already pert nipples and his mixed yell/groan made the doctor do it again.

"Hatooooriii!!" His panting filled the room as the dragon brought his left hand up to toy with the tanned nubs: twisting, pulling, pinching, and occasionally mixing in a lick and a bite while he let a sadistic smile fall upon his face as he ground against the cat frantically. Kyou moaned, arching his back as far as it could go; whether it was a silent plea to stop or continue, no one will ever know. Hatori's mouth latched on to one of his nipples, taking it between his lips and nibbling softly, then dragging his tongue across in a broad sweep to suck upon it until it turned red.

Kyou loins ached, his skin burned with need- the need to feel the older male on and in him. His mouth was gapping open as he shouted the name of his claimer.

"HaTORI!"

When he pulled back, the cat clawed frantically at him as if trying to bring him back against him. Reluctantly, the forgotten Zodiac stopped, seeing it futile and rested back against the pillows, Hatori's hazel eye seemingly boring a hole into his quivering body.

"Turn over. Now." The brunette's voice was husky, demanding, and so full of lust that it almost frightened Kyou to think of what might happen if he did not comply. "And move those pillows out of the way."

"You-You'll have to get off me first. Ah!" A hand cupped his strained erection through his khakis, that smirk never leaving the doctor's face.

"No, you'll move under me or I'll do this the hard way." Leaning forward, his lips brushed against the younger Sohma's ear, the faintest trace of tongue. "Unless you want me to take you like a female."

Kyou managed to gasp around his moans, "N-No!"

"Good, it's very strenuous on your lower back, and that is what got you into this mess in the first place." He relinquished his aching sex and rose up only enough to where he could turn, making sure to give a nice, hard slap to the cat's ass. "Hmm, that seems to be a sensitive spot as well; we'll have to make use of that."

Kyou was nearly dragged out from underneath Hatori as his pants were violently ripped off him, exposing his nude lower body to the very overly excited doctor. He hadn't expected the gentle doctor so be so hasty and brutal in his foreplay; his chest had an erotic tinge of pain in it and he was becoming more aroused by the second as the ever-mellow Sohma gripped his ass tightly, moving his own body further down the sprawled cat.

"That's right- moan for me, kitten." He briskly slapped three times, leaving each cheek a cherry hue, doing it again when the orange-haired teen responded with a loud groan of pleasure. "Moan louder!" Another dry spank rendered another loud moan, this time a gasp rang in the room as well. Massaging the sore bottom, he whispered words of arousal. "That's better. Now, I want to see what you taste like- all of you."

A fluttering gasp was issued as a hot tongue caressed his calf, tickling the back of the knee, and working its way up his muscular thigh. The hot, wet appendage danced across one firm buttock, "Hatori! Ha-Nrrrgggghhhh!!" and dipped in between his reddened cheeks. It flicked at his opening like a snake and he arched involuntarily up, his rear hoisting itself higher- much to Hatori's pleasure.

That instant, Kyou's hips were captured as he was brought to his knees, calves still under the brunette's parted legs. His backside was flush against the other's clothed frontal self, his hand immediately straying to grasp brown locks tightly. A deep chuckling didn't even make itself know to him; however, the tight grip around his throbbing erection snapped his eyes wide as long finger encircled his sex, beginning a smooth pace.

Hard at the base, light at the head- each stroke became faster, each pant harder, each scream louder. Hatori nibbled on an earlobe and smirked as the cat began to hump against his fingers, hips snapping wildly. "Ah! Ha...Ha-Hatori! Shit!"

After a moment, the dragon lazily brought his cream-covered hand to his face and slowly, yet diligently began cleaning himself with over-exaggerated groans of pleasure. He smiled evilly as the cat slumped forward, falling on all fours as he panted for dear life, but the seahorse wouldn't hear of it and plucked him up right before he sank to the floor in exhaustion. His still hard-on bobbed in arousing anticipation as he felt the need to be completed.

Bringing the cat back to his knees, Hatori made quick work of shedding his cumbersome boxers. Kyou's throbbing sex twitched in pleasure as he gasped, feeling a large, hard object press flush against his ass. He could almost HEAR the dragon grinning above his airy and ragged breaths; Hatori just kept insisting upon rubbing against him!

"Damn it, you bastard! Hurry up or I'm gonna explode right here!"

Lips traveled over the cat's reddened ears. "Get ready then, little kitten."

The brunette let that be his only warning as he sheathed himself inside the torrid opening of Kyou's backside. The other grunted loudly, muscles going steel tight, squeezing shut his eyes, and clawing behind him at Hatori's waist. A tear-filled pant struck the dragon's ears and his hazel eyes widened. Drawing his head closer, he nuzzled the top of a tanned head.

"...Does it hurt?"

He honestly hadn't been meaning to be so careless, it was just that that damn heat was driving him insane! It seemed each time he went into heat, he was insatiable- as well as the others- until, strangely enough, he had climaxed five times with five different people on five different days at five different times. Either that, or he wait out the scheduled two weeks. The whole situation was maddening, not to mention extremely annoying. Last time, he had been with Ayame and Shigure the entire time; Ayame had also been in heat. Poor Shigure had to sleep on his stomach for at least a week.

Crimson eyes opened, revealing shimmering orbs. "N-No..Just go slow." He seemed to relax after the minute or two Hatori gave him to adjust to his size. After all, Kyou had been with Hatsuharu many times before, but Hatori was larger, and Hatsuharu was damn big.

His hips began a slow, languorous rhythm and he suckled the bronze neck to take focus off the pain. Searching, he was searching for that one spot- that one spot the Hatsuharu had a knack for hitting. Each time they were together, everyone in and outside the house could hear- needless to say the cow was very skilled, or the cat was extremely good

at faking.

A sudden shrill scream echoed throughout the entire house and the doctor smirked triumphantly over Kyou's shoulder then breaking off into a deep moan as the orange-haired teen rocked back to meet him. His pace became faster, and he moaned again at hearing Kyou shout,

"Haaaa'ri!"

Don't do that again! You're going to make me- Ah! He did it again!..Bastard.

"That's it- scream my name." Hatori panted into his ear. The smell of fresh sex, sweat, and musk all formed to make the two grinding into each other on the floor; Hatori's and Kyou's hair was matted in sweat and sticking to themselves and each other. "Scream it again." His hands both wrapped around the cat's elongated member, pumping roughly as he drove into. The slap of flesh, and Kyou's pants filled the room, along with Hatori's chuckling turning into loud moans of pure ecstasy.

The younger male whimpered, hips snapping so wildly he was almost knocked over. A strong pump and a hard thrust to his prostrate rendered a whimpering, "Ha-Hatori.. Gods, yes..Shit! Shit! Gods! Ah! Oh ah uh! HATORI!" His finger were tangled in brown hair, sweat-slicked body rubbing madly against a taller one.

A bright light, a loud moan, a flood gate opening- Hatori released in three large spurts inside the forgotten Zodiac- screaming the high heaven as he slumped forward, his body finally worn. Kyou arched his back fiercely, hips jutting forward as he ejaculated on Hatori's hands, Shigure's floor, and the brand-new carpet Tohru had bought.

"HATORI!!" His seed spilled and finally ceased, both falling down into the mess, too exhausted to make any other movements. A lazy hand traced slow, random designs on his sweaty black and the familiar feeling of Hatori's tongue traced over his shoulder and up to his ear. "Hatori, you asshole, don't do that- you're..you're gonna make me want to do this again."

"I don't have any objections- but it can wait until we can move again..."

Failing miserably at suppressing a shiver, the cat glanced over his shoulder at his smirking cousin. "...All right."

"Then let round two begin."

[A/N Well, there you go- a Hatori/Kyou scene for everyone that I know who wanted one. Does Hatori really seem like someone who would be so rough during sex? Anyways, next episode: Trial and Error. ]