Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Everything ❯ ichi ( Chapter 1 )

WARNING! This story is rated NC-17! It has yaoi lemon content! If you are under 17 and/or do not know what yaoi is, or what a lemon is, don't read it! You have been warned, please do not come crying to me or go leaving bad reviews because you read it anyway and are shocked or corrupted. Thank you. :-)

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya. I wonder if she knows that obsessed fans do weird things to her characters....

Note: Ahh... Mabudachi yaoi... *sigh* This is a one-shot, but I may write more eventually cos I do have some ideas... I seem to be bad at keeping things to one chapter. Oh well. If I do write more, though, it probably won't be for a while. Um anything else... thanks to YTR for corrupting me, hahaha. Oh and if any Fine Line readers are reading this... don't worry, I will have an update soon... once I'm off the drugs enough (pain meds, damn, and what were you thinking? lol).

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"Everything"
by Kureno
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"What are you doing here, Shigure? Akito not entertaining enough today?" I asked flatly as I stepped aside, letting him into my small living quarters. There was a time when I would have been happy to see him, but that was before... before a lot of things that I don't want to remember. Even so, I suppose it would have been more normal for me to feel at least some happiness at seeing him, but I didn't. Normal in our feelings or relationships has never been something claimed about the accursed members of the Sohma family.

His being here must mean he wanted something from me, so what was I forgetting? Shigure was usually rather predictable, even when he was up to something. I wouldn't know exactly what it was, but I would see the possibility for his meddling even before he had his plan together. This wasn't one of those times, though, so I was at a loss as to what he might want. I didn't like the feeling.

"Ha-san, really, can't I just want to see my best friend and favorite cousin?"

I stared at him for a moment. Yes, I was right, he wanted something. "Flattery? Okay, out with it, what do you want? I've had a long day giving flu shots and I don't have the time or the energy to drag it from you," I said as I took a seat on the couch.

He sat next to me and looked thoughtful, but didn't say anything for a while. I let the silence drag while I watched him, trying to garner some indication of what he was up to. Finally he turned his big, brown eyes to me (those eyes that I've always thought gave him away as the dog of the zodiac) and said, "I'm tired."

Well if that wasn't the generality of the century. I thought I knew what he meant, though. "We all are, Gure," I said.

"No, I... remember years ago? We used to go to clubs and I don't even remember where else and we could eat anything we wanted and stay up all night partying and then get up for class the next morning, and we didn't even get such bad hangovers, and we picked up girls left and right...."

"It's called youth," I said and he looked at me as if I was missing the point. With Shigure, or God forbid Ayame, that wasn't hard. The two of them have their own language, which I'll admit I've always been jealous of. "I remember. What about it?"

"It's all gone. I work all day and if I drink too much I wake up sick and I can't even remember the last time I saw any night-life and it's a good thing I don't drive or I'd be even more out of shape," he said in one long breath.

What on Earth was he up to? He thought that because I'm a doctor I could give his youth back? "We're older, it happens," I told him.

"And it's just going to get worse," he said and I nodded my agreement.

"Did you come here for a reason?" I asked, wanting him to get on with it and get to the point. I know he's not stupid, but his mind definitely works like a creative writer, not like a scientist. This must all be leading to something, but I'll be damned if I can figure out his 'reasoning.'

"Hai."

"Was it just to remind me that we're getting old?" I asked although I knew that wasn't it. Usually he gets to the point when I get annoyed. It's like a game... show up, annoy me a little, and then ask for something because by that time I'm tired and just want him out of my hair. There's no question that he knew I was annoyed... so why the simple 'yes' answer?

"No, that wasn't... I don't want to go home," he said and I couldn't help but be reminded of a stray dog. Is he asking me to take him in?

"Why?"

"It's so lonely and empty with just me. I guess I got used to Tohru, Yuki, and Kyo being around. Now with all of them moved out... I've been doing a lot of thinking."

I studied him for a moment. He wanted to tell me something, I could see it in his eyes and the way he was sitting at the other end of the couch, his hands almost fidgeting. It must be something bad, I thought, or embarrassing, or some favor he needed to ask but didn't want me to get mad. "And?" I asked simply.

"I decided I have to tell you something before more time goes by and it really is too late."

I waited while he gathered his thoughts, courage, words, or maybe all three. He looked over at me in this certain way... this way I hadn't seen him look at me in ages, bringing back all sorts of forgotten, buried emotions... I had to fight the urge to touch him.

"Hatori," he began, and I knew this couldn't be good if he's using my full name. "Remember that one night before you and her were... we all went out, me and you and Aya, and we got drunk and sang a lot of karaoke... then you woke up and I was there with you... and then she came over and I hid and snuck out so she wouldn't see me?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. I had been right, this wasn't good. Not good at all. 'Don't say it, Shigure! Please don't say it!' I wanted to scream at him, but I couldn't. For some reason I just couldn't get the words out. Did he know? Had he always known? When I opened my eyes he was looking at me intently and it took me a minute to remember that I was supposed to answer him. Did I remember that night? Remember it? I was haunted by it. I nodded as an answer.

"I lied to you that morning," he said, and I almost breathed a sigh of relief. Good, he wasn't going to tell me anything I didn't know... I'd just act surprised, tell him it's ok, and we'd drop the subject.

"You lied about what? No, it was so long ago... I don't even want to know," I told him in my best attempt at surprise, hoping to appease his guilt and end the conversation.

"I have to tell you," he said, "whether you want to know or not.... I... when I said nothing happened, it was a lie," he admitted and I closed my eyes again, sure that I was turning red. Not, as he most likely thought, from finding out that something happened or from anger... I've known the truth all along and I've never been angry that he lied... but from being reminded, from the flood of memories surfacing and the shame of my own lie.

"And," he continued, "I wasn't drunk." At that, my eyes snapped open and I stared at him. He wasn't drunk? He... and he wasn't drunk?

"You weren't drunk? What do you mean you weren't drunk? We had a lot that night..." I trailed off.

"You did, and Aya did, but I didn't," he said and I could see in his face that he was nervous.

"Shigure what... why...?" If he wasn't drunk, would that mean... would it mean...?

He looked me in the eye, took a deep breath, and said "I've been in love with you for ten years."

My mouth dropped open and my heart began to beat faster. He'd been in love with me for ten years? Ten years? Before that night, before Kana... ten years? "Why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked him.

"You're straight, Ha-san," he offered as if it were the answer to all the problems of the universe. I almost wanted to laugh from the way he said it and the simple fact that... well, if only he knew. Was that what they call an irony? I always get them mixed up, I'm not the writer.

"Then why are you telling me now?" I asked, since I was still 'straight' and yet here he was, telling me.

"I don't know... I felt like a liar not telling you and especially not telling you that we... and I thought I should tell you that we did... and if I was going to do that and you were going to hate me anyway, then I should just let it all out. Gomen nasai."

"Is that it or do you have something else to let out?" I wanted to know, needed to know.

"Just that I-I never liked Kana and that's why," he said and I knew he must be upset because he never mentions her name. I had always thought it was for my sake, but now I wasn't too sure.

I'd always known he didn't like Kana, but I hadn't suspected that that was why. And even though he didn't like her, he'd been a good friend to me during the relationship and especially after. I looked over at him in disbelief. Shigure's in love with me... but....

"What about Aya?" I asked.

"Aya? That's never been serious," he said, and I didn't know if he meant it was all joking or that it was only ever physical. I decided not to ask.

"Well, I'll go home now," he said suddenly and got up to leave. I didn't want him to go and was suddenly struck with the realization that I didn't have to hold back from touching him. So I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down to sit on the couch next to me.

"Ha-san?" he questioned.

"Just shut up, Gure," I told him and pressed my lips to his. I didn't want to hear any more secrets, explanations, or apologies. I just wanted to touch him because I'm in love with him, which I had been trying to forget for so long.

He began to kiss me back almost immediately, his arms finding their way around me, holding me close as if I was likely to change my mind at any moment, but he'd keep me there nonetheless. I felt his tongue against the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, so I parted for him. His tongue rubbed against mine and it felt so good. It'd been so long since I'd kissed anyone that I moaned from the simple sensations and my body sprang to life.

I wrapped my arms around him but found that no, it was wrong, not enough. My hands went to the belt of his yukata and I untied it and then ran my hands inside, along his chest and over his shoulders, pushing the traditional garment off. He gasped into my mouth and followed my lead, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

I moved my tongue into his mouth and savored the taste of him, miso and cigarettes just as I remembered. I trailed my hands lower on his body, to his hips, and paused. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I groaned as my hand found his hard member and I began to stroke it, leaving his mouth and trailing kisses and nips down his neck, across his shoulder, down his chest and stomach....

As I took him into my mouth I wondered if he could possibly be feeling as much passion, as much need, as I was at that moment. I was aching with it, straining within the tight confines of my pants. He moaned and shuddered as I moved up and down his length, smoothing my tongue over his sensitive flesh and sucking gently.

I felt his hands in my hair, but instead of holding me to him as I was expecting, he pulled my head up and captured my lips with his. He unwrapped himself from the parts of his yukata that were still covering him and pushed my shoulders against the back of the couch as I drank in his naked glory. Out of shape? He was every bit as beautiful as he was all those years ago.

He broke the kiss and I felt his hands begin to unbutton my pants as he shifted to straddle me. He smiled as he pulled the zipper down and reached within my boxers to free me from my prison. He stroked my swollen flesh a few times before grabbing the waistband of my pants and tugging, moving my hips toward the edge of the couch and putting me at a more reclined angle.

He took my lips again, his tongue exploring my mouth, and after a minute I felt his hand on my erection again... only this time it felt a little cold and it was smooth and slippery. I opened my eyes just in time to see him toss the bottle of lube aside. I looked up at his face and he smiled devilishly.

"Just in case," he whispered in my ear as he positioned himself.

I grabbed his hips to help get the right angle as I thrust up and he pushed down, joining our bodies in one fluid motion. He sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and tensed for a moment... then he relaxed and I could see on his face how good it felt as he began to move.

His tight sheath squeezed me and pulled me closer and closer to release as he moved himself up and down on my swollen member. My hands left his hips to wrap around him and pull him tight against me. I loved the feel of his bare skin against mine where my shirt was open, and he apparently did, too, because he pushed the shirt off my shoulders and I swiftly took my arms out of it before putting them back around him.

I trailed kisses along his neck as he continued to ride me at a slow, steady pace. Where was that spot he liked so much? I trailed my tongue on the left side of his neck, toward the back, almost at his hair line and he moaned. I began to suck there and he began to move faster. I sucked long enough and hard enough to leave a mark, but he still wasn't going fast enough.

"Ride me faster, Gure," I told him and he complied. I leaned back and grabbed his hip with one hand and his erection with the other. I began to stroke him in time to his movement. He started to let out a small breath with every up-and-down and I knew he was getting close.

He leaned his forehead against mine and moved even faster and then it wasn't long until I felt him tense and shudder, spilling himself into my hand and yelling "HATORI!"

Feeling his muscles tighten around me and hearing him scream my name in passion was just too much. My orgasm hit me hard as I pulled his hips down against mine and thrust up deep inside him, shooting my essence into his depths.

He was exhausted and spent, I could tell from the way he slumped against me. My body, however, refused to be sated and I felt myself begin to harden again, still inside him, almost immediately.

He sat back and looked at me, surprised. "Why?"

I decided to answer two things at once. "Because I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember."

He pushed the hair off my face, kissed my forehead, and said "Use me"... so I did.

I moved forward, taking us off the couch and onto the floor. He laid back against the hard surface and brought his legs up, wrapping them around me as I began to grind my hips hard and fast against him. He tightened his legs around my hips and reached above his head, grabbing the leg of the coffee table for support as he said "Don't hold back, Ha-san, give me everything."

I love him, but what we did for the rest of the night could only be called fucking. Thirty years minus one night of pent up desire and denied fantasies were all let go. I fucked him so hard, so long, and so many times that I began to wonder if either of us would ever recover.

In the morning I awoke in my bed, wrapped in his arms. I kissed him gently to wake him and he smiled lazily with the look of someone completely content.

"Ohayou," he said languidly.

"Gure... I have to tell you something. I lied to you, too."

"About what?" he asked, his expression worried.

"That morning... we woke up together and I asked what happened... but I only pretended not to know. I remembered everything. I still remember everything."

He looked surprised for a moment and then the familiar, mischievous gleam appeared in his eye. "Well then I'm afraid you owe me and I can think of only one way for you to repay such a debt..." he informed me and I was suddenly glad that it was Sunday because I had a feeling I wouldn't be allowed out of bed for a long, long time.

He pushed me onto my back and braced himself above me before continuing, "You'll just have to let me be on top."

Sometimes I love being right all the time.

~ Owari (for now) ~

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