Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Do It Yourself ❯ The Paint Brush ( Chapter 1 )

“Do It Yourself” Rating: NC-17, PWP Summary: Shigure needs to get a job done—Ayame thinks he needs a bit of “help”.     It was the fucking paint that did it. Ayame knew this for sure.   He was standing in the doorway, golden eyes scanning over the ebony-haired man in the messy, torn, paint-stained jeans. He was shirtless, the sweat of his back creating a delicious glittering trail down his spine against the light of the afternoon sun. Ayame licked his pale lips and stepped gingerly into the room. “Gure-san…” he purred tenderly, a bit of mischief showing in his bright eyes. “You seem like you need to take a break, ne? Shall I help you out a bit?”   Shigure chuckled tenderly, shaking his head and turning around with a knowing smirk. “Aya,” he scolded firmly. God was the man ever beautiful when he smiled like that. “You know I need to finish painting my study or else I won’t get another chance to do it until next spring.” He turned away, flexing his shoulders a bit and sighing as he reached for a new brush.   That did it. Ayame was desperate now.   He walked briskly to Shigure and, before the dog could protest, he whirled him around and pressed him back against the semi-painted wall. “I think you’re going to give me what I want,” said Ayame with a dark snicker. “I think you’ll give me what I want and then some, Gure-san.” He moved to kneel before Shigure, pulling his pants down slowly as he got down on his knees. A few strands of silver hair shadowed Ayame’s face from view as he tugged at the elastic of Shigure’s black boxers greedily. Soon the boxers were dangling around Shigure’s knees, revealing the very object to which Ayame had been waiting to get his hands—(as well as other body parts)—on for quite sometime.   His tongue snaked out to lick the tip of Shigure’s cock gently, eliciting a moan from the snake as he tasted the silky skin of his lover’s member. “Delicious,” he hissed the word as if it was only one syllable.   Before Shigure could respond, Ayame’s head was bobbing back and forth on his shaft and driving him insane with pleasure. “Oh, fuck,” Shigure cried out, trying to muffle his voice by biting his thumb so no one in the house could hear. Surely no one would—Tohru had went shopping that day and Kyo and Yuki were off beating the hell out of each other in the woods somewhere. “For the love of God—“   “Ssshhh…” Aya hummed against Shigure’s cock, making the dog only cry out louder. He stood up, pulling at the collar of his own red dress and making it fall to his knees. It was obvious he had been planning this considering he wasn’t wearing underwear. He crawled backward onto Shigure’s desk. “Shall I allow you to finish your /job/ now, dear Shigure?” he asked coyly as he crossed his legs, giving the dog an innocent smile.   Shigure shot him a playful glare. “Oh, I do believe you’ve crossed the line,” he said in a deep, growling voice filled with desire. “I think you don’t realize just how much of the dog in me you’ve awakened.”   Ayame didn’t have time to respond. Shigure had grabbed him and turned him over in one easy movement, pinning his hands behind Ayame’s back and grabbing some rope. Ayame gave a soft cry, but it was muffled against the small pile of papers his head rested on. He looked back at Shigure, ass raised high in the air and pale faced flushed. “G-Gure-san?” he asked in a quivering voice.   Shigure stepped back to admire his work. “My, you /are/ a pretty picture, aren’t you?” he cackled nastily as he reached for one of the clean brushes, smoothing his hands over the thick, sleek handle.   “What—What are you—GAH! Sh-Shigure—I—no—oooohhh…”   His protests were drowned out with moans of ecstasy. He felt the handle of the brush penetrating him slowly. It was a bit painful at first—gods, when was the last time he had been fucked with a random object?—and it took a bit of getting used to. He relaxed against the pushing of Shigure hand on the brush, writhing beneath Shigure in pleasure as the dog leaned over him and began pumping his arousal.   “You’re such a naughty snake,” Shigure scolded, laughing wickedly in Ayame’s ear. “I want to fuck you all day and night on this desk and hear you scream my name. Want to pound into you on the kitchen table five minutes before dinner, knowing someone might find us. God, I’d love to fuck you in your shop. You look so delicious—just begging me to go harder and harder until—“   “GREAT SCOTT!” screamed Ayame as he released in Shigure’s hand, riding out his climax with a wail of passion and soon causing Shigure to climax as well. He went limp against the table and panted heavily, gasping as Shigure pulled the brush out of him and collapsed beside him. He looked at Shigure in awe. “Shigure…”   “Mm?” he replied tiredly. “Yes, darling Aya?”   “You…you just made love to me with a blasted /paint brush/.”   Shigure paused, then began laughing hysterically as he pulled Aya into his arms. “I’m sorry—did it hurt--?”   “No,” Aya said quickly. “No, no, no! It…it was brilliant. Just…a bit random.” He turned his head, looking at the unfinished wall. “Shouldn’t you…finish painting?”   Shigure smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to Ayame’s lips. “I’ll wait ‘til spring comes.”