Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Spring ❯ A Lust for Dreams ( Chapter 2 )

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

BECOMING SPRING
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow! A whole new storyline unattached to my other short series fanfics! This story focuses on a love triangle between Haru, Kisa and Hiro. Each part is told from a specific point of view. And it's Haru's turn! YAY! This part takes place at the same time as part one. Light LEMON warning. Comments are always welcome. Please enjoy. ^^ Standard Disclaimer follows story.


Part Two - A Lust for Dreams




I usually don't indulge in this, but since no one's around tonight, I figure, what the hell!

The bathroom in the main house is sickeningly traditional, which is probably why I don't use it often. Besides, at two in the morning, it's just easier for me to use the small shower in my quarters.

But tonight...oh, tonight is very different indeed.

I'm a night owl by nature. An insomniac if you will. I don't sleep much. I don't like to dream. Most of my dreams are memories, unpleasant pictures of a past I would much rather forget. Every time I close my eyes I hear someone yelling at me, feel someone hitting me.

No, my childhood wasn't pleasant and even now that I'm in college, it doesn't seem to have changed much. I'm still living at the Honke. Still steadfastly (and reluctantly) bending to Akito's will. At least he's too sick to pick on us anymore. Maybe the bastard will finally die and leave the rest of us in peace.

Then maybe I could get some sleep.

Oh if only that were what's bothering me tonight!

Lately, I'm having dreams while I'm awake. Hallucinations or some other kind of weird mind freak. And before you ask, no I'm not on drugs. Hatori even examined me, hoping he could come up with a solution to my insomnia.

Yeah, good luck there, cuz.

But a part of me doesn't want a solution. These dreams are much more pleasant than those others. Pleasant in such a way that they're almost real. I can feel skin under my touch just as I can feel lips pressed to mine. Sometimes the dreams are extremely detailed and others are simply lust-filled wishes for something forbidden. Something just out of my reach.

Just like her.

Medication can't possibly cure what's ailing me.

Not unless it's a tranquilizer!

Ah, good! The bath is ready. The water isn't as cold as I'd prefer -- it never is -- but it begins to cool my heated skin, seeping into my pours to help drown out my impure thoughts and ease my still aching erection. First thing's first, though. The thin film of sweat covering my body has to go. I dunk myself fully under the water only to come back up moments later.

The film is gone, but my impure thoughts remain.

Thoughts of her.

Now you're probably wondering, who is this 'her'? In my experience it could be any number of women. I've never seriously dated, but that doesn't mean I haven't lusted after a few good women. I am only human, even if I am cursed.

Rin's the first to come to mind. I've had a thing for her ever since I can remember. Our relationship, in the past, had been very healthy for me. But all that came to an end the day Rin ended up in the hospital. I know Akito had something to do with it, although she won't tell me for certain. Since then, our relationship has been somewhat strained, even as cousins.

Tohru also comes to mind. She's definitely out of my reach, since Yuki and Kyo hardly ever give her a moment's peace. Not quite my ideal girl, as clumsy and dimwitted as she can be. But as an innocent, oh how I would just love to corrupt her. Sadly I think Shigure will beat me to it, but I do hope that Yuki will wake up soon and tell her how he really feels. I'd hate to see Tohru wasted on the likes of the old pervert.

There are a host of other girls. Girls I met in high school. Girls in my classes in college. Hell, even girls I've never met, but see on the street once in a while. They all haunt me, making me hunger for the one thing I know I can't have. The one thing I dream about the most.

My younger cousin, Kisa.

I have no idea why she shows up in my dreams. We've never been very close. No, that would be a lie. We were close once. As close as I was to Rin. But again, Akito took that away from me. She was too young to understand, and I was old enough to be a man about it.

Even though being a man had nothing and everything to do with it.

What makes her so unattainable now? She's engaged. To Hiro. Granted that shouldn't stop me. They're not married YET. Still, I have to give credit where credit is due. He went through hell and back to ask for her hand in marriage. And Akito didn't go easy on him. What he did took guts and I admire him for it.

So is it right for me to hate him, too?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Perhaps that is why I think of her so much. Of her pale skin and fine, orange-gold hair. Those pouty lips and wide, curious, greenish-gold eyes. The way she smells like daisies in the summer and warm cocoa in the winter.

I can feel my eyes close, my left hand wrapping around my still turgid manhood. The cold water is doing nothing to cool me down. My earlier thoughts still haunt me as new thoughts begin to merge. Sinking down until my entire body is immersed and all that is visible above the water is my head, I slowly begin to move my hand up and down my length.

Maybe I should've taken the shower.

Nah! This is much better.

It seems indecent of me to think of her in this way. (Yeah, like what I'm doing NOW isn't indecent enough. *grunt*) She is nearly three years my junior. And she will always be my little cousin. In high school, age made all the difference. I wasn't into younger girls.

But now, she's just months away from graduating. She'll be eighteen a month before that. Perhaps it's not so indecent after all.

GAH! Now I'm thinking like Shigure!

There are plenty of women out there who would love a chance with me. If my dreams are anywhere near reality, I wouldn't mind having the chance with them! Yet, all my thoughts, all my dreams, keep coming back to the one I can't have.

I guess it's true that we always want what we can't have.

I want to hold her tenderly like I do in my dreams. Taste her lips to see if they are as sweet as I believe. I can feel my hands run back through her silky tresses as our tongues lock in a duel for supremacy. Her moans of delight only arouse me further, causing me to growl in response.

Her hands begin to trail over my body. Her fingertips are on fire, scorching me as they explore. I want to participate in the exploration but my arms won't move. My eyes are the only thing I can move at the moment, watching as her curious gold-rimmed eyes take in my every line, her finger caress my every muscle. I drop my head backward as she licks her lips innocently, silently wishing she'd use those on me as well.

My dick throbs as her hands trail slowly down my body until they come into contact with my engorged length. Her tiny hands, her slim fingers, feel wickedly delightful as they take a hold of me. I close my eyes and give myself over to sensation. My hips thrust upward, causing the friction I so want to feel. Taking my hint, she beings to move her hands up and down.

She works tentatively at first, innocently exploring other areas with her lips and tongue. I sigh in gratification as her hands speed up the pace a little. In a daring move, her lips pull my balls into her mouth. I gasp in surprise at this action and cry her name when she adds the wonderful stroke of her tongue along the edge of my sac.

My hands mold themselves into her hair, massaging her scalp as my hips move in time with her movements, causing the friction to increase. I can feel my release getting nearer. My stomach muscles clench as she releases my balls, leaning up to give the head of my dick a quick lick and tasting my pre-cum. The sensation sends me over and her name escapes me on a long groan.

I come back into reality as I feel myself come, my hand pumping vigorously up and down on my cock until my seed finally spurts into the now lukewarm water around me. My eyes go unfocused for a minute, my mind in a dense fog. My body slumps against the edge of the tub and I feel the cold hands of sleep tugging at the edge of my consciousness.

I want to succumb -- to enter those forbidden dreams I yearn for so desperately -- but I can't fall asleep here.

After the fog clears, I leave the tub, draining it as I towel off. I don't bother to fully dress, pulling on my pants and wrapping the towel around my neck. Assured that the tub is clean and drained, I grab the rest of my stuff and head back to my room.

It's nearly 3AM.

Collapsing onto the bed, I don't even bother to undress. Sleep tugs on my conscious mind and I give in to it readily. The dreams come to me like a string of movies in a theatre. Each one better than the last. With me and Kisa as the stars.

I want her. I want her so bad I ache. But she's out of reach. She belongs to HIM, her fiancé.

All I can do is lust after my dreams.

Maybe...maybe not.


~TO BE CONTINUED~


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. ^_^