Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams and Fantasies ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Kitsune of Darkness 
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Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.09.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Please read and review if you like. More shall come.
Mature audiences only...
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.09.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Dreams and Fantasies
Author: Kitsune of Darkness
Rating: NC-17 is the overall rating though it doesn't come till later
Summary: Ayame can no longer live on just dreams and fantasies of what he wishes was to come. No more...He needs the actual thing. He needs...Kyo. But will Kyo accept him or run away?
Pairing: Ayame/Kyo (eventually); with a side of Yuki/Tohru; one sided Haru/Yuki and one sided Shigure/Ayame
Warnings: at the pairings, that's all I will say. I guess the age difference would be a warning too. Hmm... Alright wanna get technical with the warnings here we go: lemon (smexy scenes); solo; M/M...There ya go.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I only write this for the amusement of fans everywhere. No money is made from it (Though I wish there was...)
A/n: Alright this came to me suddenly and even though I don't really do this pairing it was begging to be written. And how can I fight what begs to come out. I've learned that it's easier to just follow what the bunnies demand. It makes it easier for everyone involved. Anyways this is my first actual Fruits Basket fic, please feel free to tell me where I could do better, but no flames though. They do nothing.
Anyways please feel free to read and review. If this pairing is not your cup of tea just feel free to hit the back button, I won't be mad.
Glancing over his shoulder the snake whimpered at the smirk on the cat's face, orange hair plastered to his head, framing his eyes and mouth perfectly. Gasping Ayame arched his back slamming harder into the boy behind him. He needed this...wanted this!
"So good," he moaned, his elegant voice cracking slightly with the pleasure. "So good. Wanted...this...so...long..."
Kyo laid himself over the snake's back, rounding himself to mold perfectly to the one under him, his hands letting go of the hips he had grasped so tightly before. Sliding along Ayame's sides they slowly traveled down the long, thin arms before intertwining with the fingers that grasped at the carpet so harshly.
They both would end up with carpet burns later, Ayame thought mildly, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing except for the boy above him. The one pounding into him now. The one that had kissed and threw him to the floor.
It was a dream come true for Ayame. A perfect dream!
Gasping Ayame bolted upright, his left hand flying to his chest, the right tangled in the snowy sheets under him.
It was a dream. That horrible fateful dream that he dreamed every night. The same one that haunted him so much.
Slowly his left hand traveled down his lightly clothed chest, down his stomach and lower.
Ayame muttered a curse, one that would have even had Hatori double taking his long time friend and cousin.
He was hard again.
'Stupid dream,' Ayame sighed as he lied back down, his hand tugging the underpants out of the way, freeing his erection.
Slowly he stroked himself, his fingers flinting over the tip before sliding back down to the base. Long, slow, methodical strokes. Closing his golden eyes Ayame tried to bring himself back to the dream. He wanted to see Kyo. To feel his touch, even if it was a simple chaste kiss. Ayame just wanted anything.
Moaning he saw Kyo kneeling between his long slender legs. Timid hands grasped the dripping erection while his tongue reached out, carefully tasting him. With a seductive smile, Kyo pulled away his hand, mouth covering the tip in a hard suck.
Ayame silently screamed, his back arching, hips flying up slamming his erection down the cat's throat. Kyo closed his eyes tightly as he tried to relax his throat, his hands grasping the snake's legs, nails digging into the porcelain skin. Slowly he opened his eyes bobbing his head, taking Ayame to the base with each bob, the tip of the erection slamming into the back of Kyo's throat. Whimpering at the warm moist cavern that now surrounded his throbbing erection Ayame began thrusting desperate for release. And Kyo was willing, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint, mouth waiting and wanting to taste all of Ayame. Every last bit that he could give.
Pulling back Kyo pressed a hand to Ayame's swaying hips, stilling their movements, ignoring the whimpering man above him. Smirking, Kyo changed his position raising to his knees a little more before taking the throbbing erection back into his mouth. Deep throating him, Kyo pushed down until he came to silver curls. Hands stayed pressed to the pale hips tightly, tight enough to bruise the flesh, as he began a slow thrust.
Slow and gentle, not enough for Ayame to find his release, but enough to tease him. Which it was doing. Badly! Moaning Ayame grasped the sheets under him, his feet planted on the surface under him as he tried to thrust, only to find his hips being held down. 'Who knew such a young boy could have that much strength,' Ayame thought as he cried out, his head falling to the side. Gasping, eyes half lidded, he watched the orange haired boy lick and suck at his erection, tasting every bit that he could.
Hands flew up to his mouth as Ayame sucked on a finger desperate for the release he so desperately wanted.
Pulling away Kyo smirked. 'He knows what he's doing to me,' Ayame thought, eyes clouded in a lust filled haze. Kyo's hand took over where his mouth had stopped, keeping his touches light and teasing. Licking his lips Kyo smirked, hair falling over his eyes, giving the cat a predatory look. "Aya," Ayame moaned as he reached up, fingers brushing the flushed cheek, "I want you to touch yourself while I pleasure you."
Ayame moaned deeply as his hands complied to the request. Slowly his hand fell from Kyo's face, tracing a light circle around his navel before traveling back up. His left hand stayed at his face, fingers slipping into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them. His traveling hand slid lightly up to his erect nipple, his fingers tracing it, ghosting the sensitive flesh. Moaning around his fingers Ayame's golden eyes closed.
Kyo smiled as he bent back down once again deep throating his lover. Moaning Kyo bobbed his head, his tongue tracing around the tip before plunging back down again. Fingers traced and cupped the man's balls, messaging them. Fingers lightly tracing his lover's thighs.
Ayame moaned as he pulled out his fingers, his thumb sliding into his mouth. Biting his hand Ayame moaned harshly, his back arching as his hips thrusted up, pressing his erection deep into Kyo's inviting mouth. His fingers tweaked his nipple harshly as he cried out, his pleasure coming faster.
Placing his hands on the bed, Kyo looked up, his eyes veiled in orange hair. Smiling he watched Ayame as the man started to thrust faster. Ayame cried out as he pulled his hand away, grasping the bed sheets tightly with it. Moans fell from the snake's mouth as he thrusted into the boy's mouth, his climax coming fast and hard.
With one last harsh thrust Ayame moaned deeply as he released, his essence filling Kyo's awaiting mouth. Sighing he fell onto the bed, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath.
'Great,' Ayame thought has he brought his soiled hand up, his body already relaxing. 'Another fantasy.'
The dreams and fantasies had been coming more often. Even distracting him at work. Once even making Ayame have to run to the back, yelling to his helper about having to use the bathroom quickly.
After that trip he had felt disgustingly dirty. He wasn't a hormonal teenager anymore. He was supposed to have control. At least Ayame was pretty sure he was supposed to, the dreams had messed with his head a lot lately, leaving him unsure at times of what was real and fantasy.
And the one time that Kyo had come to Ayame's shop with Tohru had almost undone the snake. Luckily he was able to play off that he was sick. A lie that Tohru confirmed, unknowingly, when she noticed that he was flushed and warm- from what she had assumed to be a fever. But it had taken every ounce of sheer will power to keep from tossing the boy onto the floor, in front of everyone, and take him right there.
The dream that night had been the worse and more erotic then he could ever guess possible. Even still to this day he could still see Kyo in the French maid outfit, cheeks flushed as he lied on his back, the fluffy pillows cradling the boy's head perfectly. With knees pushed up to his chest, Ayame could still remember the tightness that he had felt as he pounded harshly into the boy, loving every cry that erupted from his mouth.
Sighing Ayame slowly pushed himself up, his night shirt that he had slept in falling back down. "Bath time, I guess." Gently he pushed himself out of the king sized bed, peeling his underwear off as he walked towards the bathroom.
Tugging off his white shirt, Ayame plugged the tub before turning the spigot, hot water filling the porcelain tub. Stepping away Ayame grabbed the jar of bath oil dripping some of it into the filling tub. Immediately the smell of violets filled the small bathroom, as the lavender water rose.
Walking back to the small glass shelf, Ayame put the jar back, making a mental note that he was going to need more soon. The jar was already over half empty.
Bending down, Ayame grabbed a fluffy white towel from the cabinet under the sink. Reaching back under he grabbed two washcloths, putting one on the tub edge while using the other to clean his stomach up a little before stepping into the tub.
Reaching over Ayame turned off the water, staring at the steaming water. He had always loved hot baths compared to cold ones. He had especially loved it when they stung at your skin.
But he had learned to love them even more since the dreams and fantasies took over. The burning was almost as though he was cleansing the sin from his body. Because in some ways that's how it felt to him, a sin. Kyo was yet an adult, having just turned seventeen. And he at twenty-seven. Ten years difference. Ayame wondered slightly if Kyo was against such an age difference with love.
Stepping into the bath, Ayame hissed in slight discomfort as the burn traveled up his leg. Breathing deeply the snake closed his eyes, sinking into the water quickly letting the burn end quickly.
"Ahh," Ayame hissed before relaxing. Already the hot water was relaxing his body and clearing his mind of everything that had happened this morning. Laying back he sunk down until his chin was above the water line. His hands rippling the water slightly as they swayed from side to side.
Once again his thoughts wondered back to the orange haired boy. And once again wondering if the age difference would make Kyo back away.
"As if he would actually want to be with me." Ayame said aloud to himself, trying to shake such depressing thoughts from his mind. "Come on," his hands patted his cheeks, as though to try to wake himself up, "no more depressing thoughts today. And no more thinking Aya! Worrying will make you gray!"
'Hmm I wonder if I can go gray with silver hair.' Almost laughing at his thought, Ayame sunk completely under the water, wetting his hair. Though he did wonder if he could gray with such a hair color. And how would he tell?
A lone hair drifted in the water, catching Ayame's eyes. Holding his breath he watched the hair drift on its own, sliding along his face before landing right under his nose. The end of the long hair twitching just enough to make his eyes water. Sneezing Ayame's eyes widened as his lungs filled with water.
Coughing Ayame rose up, his hand on his chest as he tried to clear his lungs from the violet fragrance water. His nose and throat burned as the water came back up from his lungs. "OW!" He moaned before leaning back, his head spinning slightly from the coughing spell.
Relaxed again, after almost drowning from the renegade hair's antics, Ayame reached over for the shampoo. Pouring a small amount out he quickly lathered his hair, his throat still burning from the water.
Nails worked against his scalp, relaxing the man even more. Even a small smile was able to grace his face as he dove back under- after making sure that his hair was far away from his face. Diving completely under water, Ayame worked the shampoo out.
Quickly he finished his bath, pulling the chain that held the plug in place. Steam was already filling the room, fogging the mirror. Standing he squeezed the extra water from his hair before stepping out. Walking to the sink he grabbed the fluffy towel, wrapping it around his waist.
Golden eyes stared at the mirror before him, as though searching for an answer. An answer that was on the tip of his brain. Slowly it came to him, a gentle whisper in the fog.
Tell him. The fog whispered as it floated for the closed door, stay with him and tell him.
Smiling Ayame nodded to the reflection. "I'll call Shigure! He'll let me stay. I just have to tell a partial truth, that's all."
His steps were light, almost skips, as he danced out of the bathroom, his arms fluttering to the phone that sat close to the bathroom. Quickly he dialed his Shigure's number, his fingers knowing the number perfectly.
As he listened to the rings, Ayame worked the story out in his head. He wanted to come to stay see his little brother. After all that wasn't a whole lie, he did want to see Yuki again. But Yuki seemed to always be avoiding him lately.
"Hello," a tired voice answered. Ayame glanced over at the clock, wondering why he sounded so tired. It wasn't that early in the morning; it was only...Ayame paled slightly- seven in the morning. Oops, apparently this dream had waken him a little earlier then usual.
"Hi!" Ayame sang into the phone, a large smile crossing his face. "Did I wake you up?" Ayame acted concerned, even though it was far from his mind. If he couldn't sleep no one could!
Shigure stifled a yawn before answering, "I just woke up. What's up Aya?"
Goose flesh traveled down Ayame's arms as he stood in the cooled room, the cool air ghosting over his skin. Water droplets still trailed down the man, pooling on the carpet around his feet.
"Ahh I wanted to know if I could spend some time over there!" Ayame was not one for beating around the bush.
"Eh?" Apparently Shigure had not expected that answer.
"Well you see, I miss my little brother so terribly and I wanted to spend some time with him. But he seems to be avoiding me! Even when Tohru comes, he never does anymore."
"Yeah..." Shigure did not seem totally convinced. "So you want to come here? What if he avoids you here."
Without missing a beat Ayame was able to come up with an answer. "Even just being in the same room or place as him will be good. It would give us a chance to become closer."
"Ok, they have a holiday from school in two days, so you can have more time around him." Shigure replied, sounding slightly eager to see Aya again. "When would you come?"
"Perfect! I can come today. As soon as I can get Hatori to drive me over." Already Ayame was mentally packing his bag, figuring out what he needed to get.
"Ok that sounds great. But Aya don't call him this early or you might not get such a friendly welcome."
"Of course not. I'll get some things done around the shop and wait to call him! Bye see you later!" And without waiting for an answer Ayame hung up. Dancing around he ran to find clothes to wear before pulling out a black duffel bag that he used for trips.
Quickly the snake packed eager to start his plan.
At first when Aya had called Hatori had been reluctant, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to see Yuki. But after listening to his cousin's whining for a few minutes he had reluctantly agreed to drive Ayame, as long as he did not call to come home the same day. One trip was enough.
Ayame had quickly agreed. He was not planning on leaving for a while- at least until Kyo was with him. At least he hoped that was how it would go. It could also go the other way- with Ayame being pulled out of the house by either an annoyed Hatori (after he found out what the snake had been up to) or even worse the police- when Kyo would cry of under aged rape.
A blue-ish tinge crossed Ayame's face as he slowed his hyper thoughts...What would he do for sleeping arrangements? Especially with the dreams that had been plaguing him lately and his little problems in the mornings. Yuki would not let him sleep in the room- that much was certain. Tohru was out since she would probably blab about what happened which would lead back to the problem of being pulled away too soon. Shigure was out too, he did NOT want to deal with him knowing. The only option was Kyo.
And that would make it worse, especially if they shared the same bed...
Yes worse for sure....
Already he could feel his body reacting to the thought of sharing a bed with the orange headed boy. Of watching his chest rise and fall as slumber claimed his body, his lungs slowing down enough to make the movement slow and peaceful. Of how his face would twitch slightly depending on the dream he had, a small smile gracing his face if it was happy or a grimace clouding his face as he tried to push away the bad dreams. Would his hand accidentally brush against Ayame's chest, fingers accidentally ghosting the nightgown as it traveled lower?
Biting his lip Ayame forced his thoughts away, as he moved his hands over his lap forcing himself to remain still, his face not giving away what his body was feeling. Hatori was smart when it came to reading others. He was especially good with Aya. And he was already suspicious enough.
Hatori glanced over at his passenger, surprised that he had not been talking his ear off. Normally the dragon was a millimeter away to kicking Ayame out of the car, especially when they were this close to Shigure's house. Raising an eyebrow he wondered if he should really tempt fate and try to find out what was wrong. Don't get it wrong, Hatori loved this silence while driving letting his radio fill the car's silence with calming music. However at the same time, if Ayame was sick or worried he wanted to know.
Deciding to ruin his peaceful drive, Hatori reached over turning down the volume of the radio- even though it had been quiet before. "Ayame," Hatori glanced out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the road before him. Smooth hands turned the steering where around a sharp curve without ever jerking the car. Completing he turn he looked over back at his cousin, meeting his golden eyes. "Why are you so quiet today?"
Ayame stared silently for a second at Hatori's eyes focusing on his reflection in the thin-framed glasses. Though he knew it wasn't showing, Ayame felt almost as though there was a large stamp across his forehead telling of what had just passed through his mind. Blinking he broke the reflections stare turning back to the road before them. Smiling he shrugged, tossing his hands up in the air. "I don't know," he said turning back to Hatori, "I guess the car ride made me a little sleepy. I did wake up a little early this morning." That wasn't a lie, he had waken up early. Though he would refuse to tell why. He really did not want to be dragged away before he even had a chance to see Kyo. Besides if Hatori ever found out, he probably would wipe his mind clean right here in the car.
A thump down below reminded Ayame of why he was keeping Kyo out of his mind.
With a small sigh he sank turned back to the side window, a disgruntled look on his face. Perhaps getting his mind wiped wouldn't be that bad. At least then he could think of the orange haired boy without his little problems.
If he was going to be staying away from home, Ayame was going to have to be careful about how his body reacted...And how he reacted to his body. The last thing he needed was to have any of the four walk in on him while he masturbated. Especially if the urge came while he was in any room except a bedroom or bathroom.
Noticing his riding partner had gone silent again, Hatori shrugged his shoulders turning the radio back up. It was a peaceful drive, though slightly out of character for Ayame. But he would worry about that later.
Author: Kitsune of Darkness
Rating: NC-17 is the overall rating though it doesn't come till later
Summary: Ayame can no longer live on just dreams and fantasies of what he wishes was to come. No more...He needs the actual thing. He needs...Kyo. But will Kyo accept him or run away?
Pairing: Ayame/Kyo (eventually); with a side of Yuki/Tohru; one sided Haru/Yuki and one sided Shigure/Ayame
Warnings: at the pairings, that's all I will say. I guess the age difference would be a warning too. Hmm... Alright wanna get technical with the warnings here we go: lemon (smexy scenes); solo; M/M...There ya go.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, I only write this for the amusement of fans everywhere. No money is made from it (Though I wish there was...)
A/n: Alright this came to me suddenly and even though I don't really do this pairing it was begging to be written. And how can I fight what begs to come out. I've learned that it's easier to just follow what the bunnies demand. It makes it easier for everyone involved. Anyways this is my first actual Fruits Basket fic, please feel free to tell me where I could do better, but no flames though. They do nothing.
Anyways please feel free to read and review. If this pairing is not your cup of tea just feel free to hit the back button, I won't be mad.
~_~
Ayame moaned as he felt the boy pounding into him, ramming deep with every thrust. Gasping he lowered his head to the floor, his arms too wobbly with the strain of staying upright. Already he could feel his legs start to give out, his hips flowing back with each thrust, begging for more contact.Glancing over his shoulder the snake whimpered at the smirk on the cat's face, orange hair plastered to his head, framing his eyes and mouth perfectly. Gasping Ayame arched his back slamming harder into the boy behind him. He needed this...wanted this!
"So good," he moaned, his elegant voice cracking slightly with the pleasure. "So good. Wanted...this...so...long..."
Kyo laid himself over the snake's back, rounding himself to mold perfectly to the one under him, his hands letting go of the hips he had grasped so tightly before. Sliding along Ayame's sides they slowly traveled down the long, thin arms before intertwining with the fingers that grasped at the carpet so harshly.
They both would end up with carpet burns later, Ayame thought mildly, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing except for the boy above him. The one pounding into him now. The one that had kissed and threw him to the floor.
It was a dream come true for Ayame. A perfect dream!
Gasping Ayame bolted upright, his left hand flying to his chest, the right tangled in the snowy sheets under him.
It was a dream. That horrible fateful dream that he dreamed every night. The same one that haunted him so much.
Slowly his left hand traveled down his lightly clothed chest, down his stomach and lower.
Ayame muttered a curse, one that would have even had Hatori double taking his long time friend and cousin.
He was hard again.
'Stupid dream,' Ayame sighed as he lied back down, his hand tugging the underpants out of the way, freeing his erection.
Slowly he stroked himself, his fingers flinting over the tip before sliding back down to the base. Long, slow, methodical strokes. Closing his golden eyes Ayame tried to bring himself back to the dream. He wanted to see Kyo. To feel his touch, even if it was a simple chaste kiss. Ayame just wanted anything.
Moaning he saw Kyo kneeling between his long slender legs. Timid hands grasped the dripping erection while his tongue reached out, carefully tasting him. With a seductive smile, Kyo pulled away his hand, mouth covering the tip in a hard suck.
Ayame silently screamed, his back arching, hips flying up slamming his erection down the cat's throat. Kyo closed his eyes tightly as he tried to relax his throat, his hands grasping the snake's legs, nails digging into the porcelain skin. Slowly he opened his eyes bobbing his head, taking Ayame to the base with each bob, the tip of the erection slamming into the back of Kyo's throat. Whimpering at the warm moist cavern that now surrounded his throbbing erection Ayame began thrusting desperate for release. And Kyo was willing, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint, mouth waiting and wanting to taste all of Ayame. Every last bit that he could give.
Pulling back Kyo pressed a hand to Ayame's swaying hips, stilling their movements, ignoring the whimpering man above him. Smirking, Kyo changed his position raising to his knees a little more before taking the throbbing erection back into his mouth. Deep throating him, Kyo pushed down until he came to silver curls. Hands stayed pressed to the pale hips tightly, tight enough to bruise the flesh, as he began a slow thrust.
Slow and gentle, not enough for Ayame to find his release, but enough to tease him. Which it was doing. Badly! Moaning Ayame grasped the sheets under him, his feet planted on the surface under him as he tried to thrust, only to find his hips being held down. 'Who knew such a young boy could have that much strength,' Ayame thought as he cried out, his head falling to the side. Gasping, eyes half lidded, he watched the orange haired boy lick and suck at his erection, tasting every bit that he could.
Hands flew up to his mouth as Ayame sucked on a finger desperate for the release he so desperately wanted.
Pulling away Kyo smirked. 'He knows what he's doing to me,' Ayame thought, eyes clouded in a lust filled haze. Kyo's hand took over where his mouth had stopped, keeping his touches light and teasing. Licking his lips Kyo smirked, hair falling over his eyes, giving the cat a predatory look. "Aya," Ayame moaned as he reached up, fingers brushing the flushed cheek, "I want you to touch yourself while I pleasure you."
Ayame moaned deeply as his hands complied to the request. Slowly his hand fell from Kyo's face, tracing a light circle around his navel before traveling back up. His left hand stayed at his face, fingers slipping into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them. His traveling hand slid lightly up to his erect nipple, his fingers tracing it, ghosting the sensitive flesh. Moaning around his fingers Ayame's golden eyes closed.
Kyo smiled as he bent back down once again deep throating his lover. Moaning Kyo bobbed his head, his tongue tracing around the tip before plunging back down again. Fingers traced and cupped the man's balls, messaging them. Fingers lightly tracing his lover's thighs.
Ayame moaned as he pulled out his fingers, his thumb sliding into his mouth. Biting his hand Ayame moaned harshly, his back arching as his hips thrusted up, pressing his erection deep into Kyo's inviting mouth. His fingers tweaked his nipple harshly as he cried out, his pleasure coming faster.
Placing his hands on the bed, Kyo looked up, his eyes veiled in orange hair. Smiling he watched Ayame as the man started to thrust faster. Ayame cried out as he pulled his hand away, grasping the bed sheets tightly with it. Moans fell from the snake's mouth as he thrusted into the boy's mouth, his climax coming fast and hard.
With one last harsh thrust Ayame moaned deeply as he released, his essence filling Kyo's awaiting mouth. Sighing he fell onto the bed, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath.
'Great,' Ayame thought has he brought his soiled hand up, his body already relaxing. 'Another fantasy.'
The dreams and fantasies had been coming more often. Even distracting him at work. Once even making Ayame have to run to the back, yelling to his helper about having to use the bathroom quickly.
After that trip he had felt disgustingly dirty. He wasn't a hormonal teenager anymore. He was supposed to have control. At least Ayame was pretty sure he was supposed to, the dreams had messed with his head a lot lately, leaving him unsure at times of what was real and fantasy.
And the one time that Kyo had come to Ayame's shop with Tohru had almost undone the snake. Luckily he was able to play off that he was sick. A lie that Tohru confirmed, unknowingly, when she noticed that he was flushed and warm- from what she had assumed to be a fever. But it had taken every ounce of sheer will power to keep from tossing the boy onto the floor, in front of everyone, and take him right there.
The dream that night had been the worse and more erotic then he could ever guess possible. Even still to this day he could still see Kyo in the French maid outfit, cheeks flushed as he lied on his back, the fluffy pillows cradling the boy's head perfectly. With knees pushed up to his chest, Ayame could still remember the tightness that he had felt as he pounded harshly into the boy, loving every cry that erupted from his mouth.
Sighing Ayame slowly pushed himself up, his night shirt that he had slept in falling back down. "Bath time, I guess." Gently he pushed himself out of the king sized bed, peeling his underwear off as he walked towards the bathroom.
Tugging off his white shirt, Ayame plugged the tub before turning the spigot, hot water filling the porcelain tub. Stepping away Ayame grabbed the jar of bath oil dripping some of it into the filling tub. Immediately the smell of violets filled the small bathroom, as the lavender water rose.
Walking back to the small glass shelf, Ayame put the jar back, making a mental note that he was going to need more soon. The jar was already over half empty.
Bending down, Ayame grabbed a fluffy white towel from the cabinet under the sink. Reaching back under he grabbed two washcloths, putting one on the tub edge while using the other to clean his stomach up a little before stepping into the tub.
Reaching over Ayame turned off the water, staring at the steaming water. He had always loved hot baths compared to cold ones. He had especially loved it when they stung at your skin.
But he had learned to love them even more since the dreams and fantasies took over. The burning was almost as though he was cleansing the sin from his body. Because in some ways that's how it felt to him, a sin. Kyo was yet an adult, having just turned seventeen. And he at twenty-seven. Ten years difference. Ayame wondered slightly if Kyo was against such an age difference with love.
Stepping into the bath, Ayame hissed in slight discomfort as the burn traveled up his leg. Breathing deeply the snake closed his eyes, sinking into the water quickly letting the burn end quickly.
"Ahh," Ayame hissed before relaxing. Already the hot water was relaxing his body and clearing his mind of everything that had happened this morning. Laying back he sunk down until his chin was above the water line. His hands rippling the water slightly as they swayed from side to side.
Once again his thoughts wondered back to the orange haired boy. And once again wondering if the age difference would make Kyo back away.
"As if he would actually want to be with me." Ayame said aloud to himself, trying to shake such depressing thoughts from his mind. "Come on," his hands patted his cheeks, as though to try to wake himself up, "no more depressing thoughts today. And no more thinking Aya! Worrying will make you gray!"
'Hmm I wonder if I can go gray with silver hair.' Almost laughing at his thought, Ayame sunk completely under the water, wetting his hair. Though he did wonder if he could gray with such a hair color. And how would he tell?
A lone hair drifted in the water, catching Ayame's eyes. Holding his breath he watched the hair drift on its own, sliding along his face before landing right under his nose. The end of the long hair twitching just enough to make his eyes water. Sneezing Ayame's eyes widened as his lungs filled with water.
Coughing Ayame rose up, his hand on his chest as he tried to clear his lungs from the violet fragrance water. His nose and throat burned as the water came back up from his lungs. "OW!" He moaned before leaning back, his head spinning slightly from the coughing spell.
Relaxed again, after almost drowning from the renegade hair's antics, Ayame reached over for the shampoo. Pouring a small amount out he quickly lathered his hair, his throat still burning from the water.
Nails worked against his scalp, relaxing the man even more. Even a small smile was able to grace his face as he dove back under- after making sure that his hair was far away from his face. Diving completely under water, Ayame worked the shampoo out.
Quickly he finished his bath, pulling the chain that held the plug in place. Steam was already filling the room, fogging the mirror. Standing he squeezed the extra water from his hair before stepping out. Walking to the sink he grabbed the fluffy towel, wrapping it around his waist.
Golden eyes stared at the mirror before him, as though searching for an answer. An answer that was on the tip of his brain. Slowly it came to him, a gentle whisper in the fog.
Tell him. The fog whispered as it floated for the closed door, stay with him and tell him.
Smiling Ayame nodded to the reflection. "I'll call Shigure! He'll let me stay. I just have to tell a partial truth, that's all."
His steps were light, almost skips, as he danced out of the bathroom, his arms fluttering to the phone that sat close to the bathroom. Quickly he dialed his Shigure's number, his fingers knowing the number perfectly.
As he listened to the rings, Ayame worked the story out in his head. He wanted to come to stay see his little brother. After all that wasn't a whole lie, he did want to see Yuki again. But Yuki seemed to always be avoiding him lately.
"Hello," a tired voice answered. Ayame glanced over at the clock, wondering why he sounded so tired. It wasn't that early in the morning; it was only...Ayame paled slightly- seven in the morning. Oops, apparently this dream had waken him a little earlier then usual.
"Hi!" Ayame sang into the phone, a large smile crossing his face. "Did I wake you up?" Ayame acted concerned, even though it was far from his mind. If he couldn't sleep no one could!
Shigure stifled a yawn before answering, "I just woke up. What's up Aya?"
Goose flesh traveled down Ayame's arms as he stood in the cooled room, the cool air ghosting over his skin. Water droplets still trailed down the man, pooling on the carpet around his feet.
"Ahh I wanted to know if I could spend some time over there!" Ayame was not one for beating around the bush.
"Eh?" Apparently Shigure had not expected that answer.
"Well you see, I miss my little brother so terribly and I wanted to spend some time with him. But he seems to be avoiding me! Even when Tohru comes, he never does anymore."
"Yeah..." Shigure did not seem totally convinced. "So you want to come here? What if he avoids you here."
Without missing a beat Ayame was able to come up with an answer. "Even just being in the same room or place as him will be good. It would give us a chance to become closer."
"Ok, they have a holiday from school in two days, so you can have more time around him." Shigure replied, sounding slightly eager to see Aya again. "When would you come?"
"Perfect! I can come today. As soon as I can get Hatori to drive me over." Already Ayame was mentally packing his bag, figuring out what he needed to get.
"Ok that sounds great. But Aya don't call him this early or you might not get such a friendly welcome."
"Of course not. I'll get some things done around the shop and wait to call him! Bye see you later!" And without waiting for an answer Ayame hung up. Dancing around he ran to find clothes to wear before pulling out a black duffel bag that he used for trips.
Quickly the snake packed eager to start his plan.
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Sitting in the passenger seat, Ayame was practically jumping in his seat his eyes focused on the side window. His hands twisting his shirt tightly. He was excited, no lying there, yet at the same time he was worried. Part of him wondered if he would be able to keep his mind and bodyin check. Especially with being around Kyo all the time.At first when Aya had called Hatori had been reluctant, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to see Yuki. But after listening to his cousin's whining for a few minutes he had reluctantly agreed to drive Ayame, as long as he did not call to come home the same day. One trip was enough.
Ayame had quickly agreed. He was not planning on leaving for a while- at least until Kyo was with him. At least he hoped that was how it would go. It could also go the other way- with Ayame being pulled out of the house by either an annoyed Hatori (after he found out what the snake had been up to) or even worse the police- when Kyo would cry of under aged rape.
A blue-ish tinge crossed Ayame's face as he slowed his hyper thoughts...What would he do for sleeping arrangements? Especially with the dreams that had been plaguing him lately and his little problems in the mornings. Yuki would not let him sleep in the room- that much was certain. Tohru was out since she would probably blab about what happened which would lead back to the problem of being pulled away too soon. Shigure was out too, he did NOT want to deal with him knowing. The only option was Kyo.
And that would make it worse, especially if they shared the same bed...
Yes worse for sure....
Already he could feel his body reacting to the thought of sharing a bed with the orange headed boy. Of watching his chest rise and fall as slumber claimed his body, his lungs slowing down enough to make the movement slow and peaceful. Of how his face would twitch slightly depending on the dream he had, a small smile gracing his face if it was happy or a grimace clouding his face as he tried to push away the bad dreams. Would his hand accidentally brush against Ayame's chest, fingers accidentally ghosting the nightgown as it traveled lower?
Biting his lip Ayame forced his thoughts away, as he moved his hands over his lap forcing himself to remain still, his face not giving away what his body was feeling. Hatori was smart when it came to reading others. He was especially good with Aya. And he was already suspicious enough.
Hatori glanced over at his passenger, surprised that he had not been talking his ear off. Normally the dragon was a millimeter away to kicking Ayame out of the car, especially when they were this close to Shigure's house. Raising an eyebrow he wondered if he should really tempt fate and try to find out what was wrong. Don't get it wrong, Hatori loved this silence while driving letting his radio fill the car's silence with calming music. However at the same time, if Ayame was sick or worried he wanted to know.
Deciding to ruin his peaceful drive, Hatori reached over turning down the volume of the radio- even though it had been quiet before. "Ayame," Hatori glanced out of the corner of his eye before turning back to the road before him. Smooth hands turned the steering where around a sharp curve without ever jerking the car. Completing he turn he looked over back at his cousin, meeting his golden eyes. "Why are you so quiet today?"
Ayame stared silently for a second at Hatori's eyes focusing on his reflection in the thin-framed glasses. Though he knew it wasn't showing, Ayame felt almost as though there was a large stamp across his forehead telling of what had just passed through his mind. Blinking he broke the reflections stare turning back to the road before them. Smiling he shrugged, tossing his hands up in the air. "I don't know," he said turning back to Hatori, "I guess the car ride made me a little sleepy. I did wake up a little early this morning." That wasn't a lie, he had waken up early. Though he would refuse to tell why. He really did not want to be dragged away before he even had a chance to see Kyo. Besides if Hatori ever found out, he probably would wipe his mind clean right here in the car.
A thump down below reminded Ayame of why he was keeping Kyo out of his mind.
With a small sigh he sank turned back to the side window, a disgruntled look on his face. Perhaps getting his mind wiped wouldn't be that bad. At least then he could think of the orange haired boy without his little problems.
If he was going to be staying away from home, Ayame was going to have to be careful about how his body reacted...And how he reacted to his body. The last thing he needed was to have any of the four walk in on him while he masturbated. Especially if the urge came while he was in any room except a bedroom or bathroom.
Noticing his riding partner had gone silent again, Hatori shrugged his shoulders turning the radio back up. It was a peaceful drive, though slightly out of character for Ayame. But he would worry about that later.
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First chapter done. Ok now as for this story I'm still trying to work out how it will go. I have the next chapter figured out. Poor Kyo, he's going to get confused soon. But enough of that. I want to make everyone wonder what's going to happen. This story shall be a workout for my imagination, just to see how good I am at with range of lemons. Hehe anyways hopefully soon the next chapter will be out soon.