Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Heat ❯ Heat (1/1) ( One-Shot )

Title: Heat

Author: Flamika

E-mail: flamika27 @ yahoo.com

Genre: General, Angst

Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to the evil genius mangaka Takaya Natsuki.

Warnings: heavy lust, angst, short fic

Rating: light R

Notes: This contains spoilers for Chapter 97 of Fruits Basket. If you don't want to be spoiled, don't read it. Also, I'm not going to go into the nature of the secret revealed in that chapter. In this little ficbit, Akito simply is...Akito. And Shigure is Shigure, a man cursed by the spirit of the dog.

Summary: Shigure, Akito, and pheromones.

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Heat. Damp. Sweetness. He could smell it coming from between her legs, the scent shanghaied by an errant summer breeze and carried downwind to wash over his senses like the first shining edge of orgasm, brilliant and ecstatic and promising immense pleasure if he were willing to succumb to it.

He both loved and hated this time of the month, right before she began her fertility cycle, when the smell of her was strong and intoxicating, calling to something primal and savage within his being, awakening instincts that he wasn't sure were man or animal in nature. Her femininity, so artfully concealed beneath the loose robes, rose up from her most intimate regions and beckoned to him, offering him a taste of the forbidden nectar that haunted all of his fantasies. Entirely too tempting, especially with his heightened sense of smell. Such was the horrible curse of the Dog. Woe to him!

Ah, but the smell of her was dizzying, like cup of sake drunk too fast and too deeply. The stuff addictions were made of. If he closed his eyes, he could almost taste her on his tongue, like honey or sugar, something sinfully sweet that was bad for his health but was so, so good.

"Shigure," her annoyed voice broke through his reverie, but just barely.

He opened his hazy eyes to find her frowning at him, pale coral lips turned downwards in a pretty frown, gray eyes cool and dangerous. Behind her dark head, the backdrop of the garden at summertime was a riot of brilliant greens and yellows, contrastingly sharply with the paler shades of her gray yukata and pale blue coat. She sat gracefully on the edge of the wide windowsill, her dainty feet dangling centimeters above the floor.

He felt his lips curve into a lazy smile. "Yes, Akito-san?"

"Your mind was wandering. You weren't paying attention to me," she accused. "What were you thinking of?"

He fought the urge to glance at her lap. "Something sweet and addictive."

She lifted a gracefully-arcing eyebrow. "Oh?"

A traitorous breeze whistled through the open window, bringing more of her fertile scent to his nose, and he cursed its timing as he felt his groin alive with heat that began to wash over his skin. He wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and bury his face in her lap, breathing in a deep drought of the savage perfume that toyed so coquettishly with his growing desire. Maybe if he...

"Ah!" Shigure made a sharp, pained sound, clutching a large hand to his temples, pinching them as if trying to chase away a sudden spike of agony.

"What's wrong?" Akito asked, voice harsh, but he could hear the veiled worry. It was always there, if one listened closely enough.

He crouched on the floor in front of her, still massaging his temples. He felt her shift, facing him more directly, bringing that succulent scent so enticingly close. Oh, if she ever found out what kind of power she had over him during this time...

"A sudden headache," he groaned dramatically. "It must be all this heat."

"A mere headache sends you to the floor?" she scoffed. "You really have a pathetically low pain tolerance, Shigure."

He peeked at her from underneath his hand, making his expression look as pathetic as possible while gauging the extent of her annoyance. Deciding that the emotion behind her snappish words was merely feigned, he sighed deeply. "I know. I'm so very pathetic! Hold me, Akito-san!"

The words were jesting, their speaker obviously fishing for pity as he leaned his cheek against Akito's knees, his dark hair fanning across the pale, thin fabric of her yukata. She stiffened underneath his weight, readjusting her balance on the sill to accommodate him...or push him away.

He prayed it wasn't the latter, and his silent entreaties were rewarded when he felt graceful fingers patting his hair with a loving softness that belied her vexed sigh. Perhaps it was merely a side effect of being possessed by the spirit of the dog, but Shigure enjoyed being petted, though he did not allow himself to indulge in the sensation very often. After all, he was a man, not an animal.

Of course, it was hard to believe such things when it was the curse of an animal that made the scent of her almost overwhelming at such a close distance. So close. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, reveling in the warmth of her too-thin thighs, the light scratching of her nails over his scalp. He rubbed his cheek against the cloth of the yukata, hoping that the motion would cause the folds to part a little, but the sash around her slender waist stubbornly kept the loose material in its proper arrangement. Shigure cursed its obstinacy.

He felt her body instinctively responding to his presence so close to her lower regions, the stroking motions of her fingers faltering slightly as the scent grew thicker. More rich and moist, laden with her unspoken ache for him. He knew then that he could coax her into letting him taste her, mouth and tongue working the sweet, tender flesh between her thighs, drowning his senses in wet heat. She wanted him, and he wanted her. The canine instinct in him said that was all it needed to be.

But the human part would not permit it. Shigure knew tasting her would only give him momentary satisfaction, a brief slaking of desire until his inhuman instincts began to make themselves known again. If he had her, he wanted all of her. He wanted to feel her swollen and slick around him, body contracting wildly as he moved inside her. He wanted her eyes to be only for him. He wanted her sheets and clothes to smell of him, and not Kureno. He wanted to be in every part of her, inside and out.

It was a dream of blissful perfection, and he craved it shamelessly and selfishly. The scent of Kureno in her room and on her skin made his hackles rise. Normally, the idea that she had already picked a mate from amongst her Juunishi made him only slightly bitter, but today with his body on fire and his control so poor, he allowed the thought too cut a little too deeply.

Right now, there was desire. Heat. And it wasn't enough. It would never be enough for him.

He must have made some kind of face, because the motion of Akito's fingers still completely. "Does it hurt that much, Shigure?"

"Yes," he murmured. "It hurts very much."

If she only knew how much.

~fin

21 August 2004

A/N: The production of certain pheromones in humans is still being studied, but it's said that pheromones can cause females living in close quarters with one another to ovulate at the same time. Don't know how true this is, but only 60% of females are capable of producing these pheromones. For more information, I recommend visiting:

http://evolution.anthro.univie.ac.at/institutes/urbanethology/fa q-e.html

http://social-sciences.uchicago.edu/ssdnews/mcclintok_article.ht ml