Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Intuition ❯ Intuition ( Chapter 1 )

"Intuition "

n. comprehesion without effort of reasoning; instinctive knowledge.

A KyoxYuki fic

Lemon PWP (teaser is R)

by Yui (Takiko)

All characters belong to Takaya Natsuki, the creator of Fruits Basket. I'm just borrowing them a bit.

Note: Found this teaser of a fic I've been working on. More off then on. ^^; Wrote this little more then a year ago. I thought I'd put it up instead of having it collect dust. Teaser for it sniped out of context ^_^ Thanks for reading.

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Kyo yanked off his own t-shirt and unbuttoned Yuki's long high collared shirt quickly and pulled it off with the quick reflexives of the cat he was. His body looked strong from years of training. Hard muscle moved under tan skin as he shifted his weight and crawled on top of Yuki, pinning his legs, and yanking the arms above his head, holding them steady. Kyo almost smiled as he looked down at Yuki feeling triumphant. He used his weight to press down on Yuki's slightly smaller body.

Compared to Kyo, Yuki's body looked frail and weak. His soft baby fine skin was like white satin. But Kyo wouldn't be fooled. He knew the rat was a tricky one. He clasped one hand around Yuki's narrow wrists and took his free hand and traced his finger over the other youth's stomach. Yuki shivered and Kyo's eyes narrowed. Under the fine skin was a toned body hiding. He could feel it with his light touch the firmness. Kyo poked hard at the abdomen with his finger leaving red marks on the fair skin. He started twisting his fingers into the soft skin several times as Yuki made small sounds of discomfort deep in his throat at the bruising pinches. Yuki tryed to buck him off which only made Kyo's knees dig harder into Yuki's upper legs and move his other hand so he could grasp both his hands on Yuki's wrists and pull them up hard over his head, stretching his body taunt, until Yuki's eyes widen from the pain. But the fair skinned boy's face was calm as he bit his lower lip before he spoke.

"Now that you have me, do you even know what you are doing?" Yuki said in a venomous tone.

"Shut up!" Kyo growled. He didn't like it that the mouse was still making fun of him.

"Stupid little kitten, " Yuki smirked. Feeling the bruising pressure on his legs and wrists urged him on.

"You're just a sick hermaphrodite!" Kyo said as he tighten his grip on Yuki's wrists. He was getting so mad he wanted to snap the delicate bones he held in his mercy. Why didn't that damn rat see he was in trouble. He still was only looking mildly annoyed at him.

"If that is true you are sicker to like one," Yuki countered.

"Who said I liked you?" Kyo's crimson eyes burned with contempt.

Yuki then smiled, truly smiled, and looked up at Kyo with his purple eyes, half closed, with a look that could only be described as pure sex.

"Kitten, you are lying," he said smoothly.

"Don't call me that!" His face twisted up in confusion and anger. Yuki had really smiled at him. It was genuine and not fake. Why the hell did he do that! But something took over and he couldn't stop his next moves. That look made color rise in his cheeks. That look made his rage alter to burning want. He couldn't comprehend Yuki's motive behind that smile. He wanted an answer and prove to Yuki he was wrong. He didn't like him. He hated him and he wanted Yuki to squirm. He wanted him to beg, to plead, to be sorry. To do something other then just smile at him.

"You are nothing. I beat you. I want to say you are sorry and mean it!"

"Oh?...and what do yo..." Yuki's words were cut off when Kyo buried his head in Yuki's right shoulder and nipped at the tender flesh, reddening it. Yuki let out a tiny gasp as his head snapped away from Kyo, just catching a glimpse of the lust burning in the cat's eyes.

Turning his head didn't help much and only made it easier for the redhead to do more. He felt something soft and wet on his collarbone. It trailed across the bone, over to his throat and lapped at the hollow there. He groaned slightly at the sensation while Kyo's thick hair brushing just under his chin. The wet hot breath on his skin was making him lightheaded. What possessed Kyo to be doing this? Why was he reacting? His body shivered like it was cold and he tried wiggling his numbing fingers, anything to take his mind off what was happening. Kyo gripped his wrists tighter to stop him , and he struggled to lift his trapped hands. The skin pinched painful, and he knew they would be noticeable bruised tomorrow. But he couldn't find the effort to continue as Kyo's teeth began nibbling his skin around his lower neck roughly, clumsily yet earnestly, causing him to lose focus in why he wanted to move.

Kyo never lifted his head as he continued down Yuki's narrow pale chest and bit at his sensitive nubs. He bit and licked them, alternating between the two pinkish buds. To smooth over the rough treatment, he licked them to cool the stinging heat of the nips and bit at them again to heat them up. Yuki's body ached and trembled from the shameless treatment. The sweet licks and the sharp bites drove him half mad. His chin tilted up as he dug the back of his head into the hard wood floor. His arching neck was totally exposed, fresh, smooth, white. He felt impure and wanton as he shook, his mind a shambles. His eyes closed and he breathed heavy through his mouth. Kyo's body was still crushing him, pinning him. His legs trapped in his, his wrists still held tight. His hips bucked up into Kyo's. He couldn't throw him off so instead he rubbed his groin into Kyo's. His hips moved in slow circles, grinding into Kyo's hardness. It was solid and firm already, and it felt good against his own hardening erection. Slowly he pushed harder into him relieving the building pressure. Melting, breathing, panting, they both moved over each other in a hedonistic dance, grating against each other. The fabric rasped between them; the flimsy barrier the only thing that kept them from touching flesh to flesh.