Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Kyou's Mouse ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Warnings: YAOI, language, nasty things

Pairings: Kyou x Yuki / Yuki x Kyou, Shigure x Kyou, Shigure + Yuki

Author's Note: You know how some cats live for mice and others just stare at birds all day? The bird-cats always have their eyes on the sky and never look at mice. Then one day the bird-cat will bump into a mouse, and instead of trying to eat it like a mouse-cat would, he'll recoil in horror like "What the F*$# is that thing?!" Do you think Kyou is a bird-cat or a mouse-cat? He *does* stare at the sky a lot...

Kyou's Mouse
by Megkazul

Kyou lay stretched out on the Souma's roof, enjoying the warmth of the sun that had been collecting on the shingles' dark surfaces since dawn. The roof's heat on his back was intense, as such things tended to absorb a *lot* of heat in a very short time. A cool breeze was blowing around erratically. As the wind tumbled about in brief whirlwinds, it grabbed strands of his hair and rearranged them, then would push frantically at a part of his clothing for an entire second before turning around to blow something else.

"Souma-kun!" Tooru's muffled voice sounded from somewhere inside the house below him.

Hmm, she sounded surprised. Kyou wondered absentmindedly what cruel thing Yuki might've done to earn such a greeting from their friend.

"Tooru-kun..." Yuki's breathing was haggard. As far as Kyou could tell, Yuki was out of breath, but oddly enough, there was a hint of pleasure in his voice. This worried Kyou. Yuki's voice currently sounded an awful lot like Shigure's at any given time. Kyou suspected that the Souma curse was only thing keeping Shigure away from Tooru's bed. Kyou compared the two Souma in his mind. Can Yuki be trusted not to act like Shigure? Yuki wouldn't honestly...? Kyou shook his head with a quick shiver. He did not want to know what Yuki would or wouldn't do.

"Gomen nasai... daijoubu desu ka?" Tooru loved Yuki, Kyou could heard it in her voice, though it was a kinder sort of love, without inordinate desire.

[Gomen nasai = I'm very sorry, Daijoubu desu ka? = Are you alright?]

Kyou heard Yuki's grunt of affirmation communicating that yes, he was okay. Perhaps Kyou only imagined it, but that grunt, as faint as it was, sounded less than innocent. Yuki, that damned Yuki, was pleased with himself over something, and Kyou guessed Tooru was in some way involved.

There was a soft rustle of clothing, as of someone standing up from a kneeling position, and Kyou heard Tooru's gentle footsteps travel through the house and become louder as she neared the outside.

Kyou sat up as he heard Tooru leave the house. Looking over the edge of the roof, Kyou spotted the girl, with a small white mouse curled up comfortably against her neck. Kyou licked his lips, momentarily falling back on his cat's instincts.

Yuki looked so delicious... in this state, as a mouse with his guard down, Yuki really was am attractive morsel. Kyou over the gutter to get a better look, being careful not to put his weight on it and make it creak. Kyou blinked as he realized what Yuki had done. That's what he'd been so pleased about; he had simply wanted a warm place to take a nap! There was no denying that Yuki preferred Tooru's shoulder to any other resting place, but the shear pleasure he derived from achieving this ideal spot was ludicrous at best. He had probably tricked the girl into hugging him, and then made her think it was her fault. Ah well, Kyou didn't really care what Yuki's motivations were; he just wanted that plump white body on his dinner menu.

Leaning dangerously far over the gutter, Kyou kept his balance with one arm and extended his right arm toward the quiescent mouse. Kyou snatched at the air a few times before re-angling himself. He pawed once more at the air, and this time, though he nearly fell off the roof, his hand closed firmly around Yuki's small furry body.

Kyou quickly scrambled back to a safer perch, biting his lip to avoid crying out as two very sharp teeth dug deep into the flesh of his thumb. He caught Tooru looking at him and Kyou stared at her, uncertain of what to say.

Tooru smiled and Kyou suddenly felt better; his entire soul was warmed by her calming presence, though Kyou did very little to let his appreciation show.

"Tooru-kun!" Yuki had spit out Kyou's now-bleeding thumb to appeal for help. Ignoring the wound, Kyou quickly clamped two of his fingers around the mouse's tail to prevent him from escaping.

"Don't leave me with this idiotic cat!"

Tooru sweatdropped and tactfully ignoring the derogatory reference to Kyou. She smiled comfortingly, then headed off in the opposite direction.

"Chotto matte! Tooru-kun!!" Yuki's pleas fell on deaf ears, however.

[Chotto matte! = Hey, wait a sec!]

Kyou smirked and held Yuki in the air, dangling him by his tail. Yuki, upside-down, blew gently back and forth in the breeze. The displeased frown on his face looked rather like a smile from Kyou's vantage, though even being upside-down couldn't disguise the clouded look in Yuki's eyes.

"Baka neko."

Kyou ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth. This was one meal he was going to enjoy... after sufficient playtime, of course.

Raising the mouse high above his head, Kyou laid back down on the rooftop. His back and shoulder blades flat against the shingles, he trained his eyes onto the furry white Yuki. For a few seconds the mouse did the same, glaring at him furiously from violet-gray eyes.

"Hanashite!" Yuki made a fruitless movement with his forepaws which caused him to spin around in a half circle.

[Hanashite! = Get away!]

This amused Kyou. He lowered Yuki so that the mouse dangled only centimeters above his waiting mouth and extended his tongue upward to tickle his nose. Yuki didn't seem to enjoy that at all. The mouse immediately began squirming uncontrollably, and Kyou hastily firmed his grip on Yuki's tail.

"Your breath is repulsive! You don't honestly intend to put me in *there*, do you?!" Yuki sounded appalled. He obviously did not want to be eaten.

"My breath isn't that bad!" Kyou wrinkled his nose as he studied Yuki. "You haven't taken a bath in at least a month."

"I'm a rat!!! I don't need to be clean, but if you're going to keep sticking people in your mouth, you ought to have decent breath!"

Now Kyou was offended. He wouldn't stick just anybody into his mouth!! Yuki was the only one Kyou would ever take in his mouth, and Kyou was hurt by his distrust.

Yuki started twisting about in erratic patterns. Kyou blinked and studied him for a second. Either Kyou's "repulsive" breath had sent the freaky mouse over the deep end, or he was desperately searching for a part of Kyou he could attack. Kyou decided to experiment. He offered Yuki his hand.

Yuki's teeth instantly pierced the nearest finger.

"Kuso!" Dammit, did he have to bit so hard?! Kyou winced and regained his composure, smiling once again. He moved his hands so that the mouse between them was spread out horizontally, the way one might hold a corn on the cob. Kyou hated corn on the cob; he could never figure out how to transfer the odd little yellow vegetables from their home to his mouth. But that was beside the point. Yuki wasn't corn; Yuki was delicious.

Kyou lowered Yuki so that the mouse was within easy range of his mouth and moistened him with his tongue. Yuki squirmed uncomfortably, but did not release Kyou's finger. Kyou wrapped his tongue part way around the mouse's body. After a moment Yuki stopped squirming and just lay still, his small body tense. Kyou rubbed his tongue against Yuki's fur, getting a good taste of the mouse.

Mmm... Kyou eased back, pleased. Yuki tasted just a good as he'd hoped. Kyou eyed the mouse, who still hadn't moved. That was weird... Kyou sniffed him curiously. He wasn't dead yet, was he? Now Kyou was confused. It was no fun to kill something that, for all outward appearances, was already dead. What was he supposed to do with him?

Watching Yuki closely for any signs of life, Kyou released the mouse's tail and let him dangle by his teeth, which were still firmly clamped into Kyou's finger. Still the mouse didn't move.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Yuki muttered something unintelligible.

Kyou shook his hand angrily, causing the mouse's small body to jerk violently, hopefully in a way that was very painful for the little white rat. A moment later, a human Yuki lay lengthwise across Kyou's outstretched body.

Kyou frantically tried to crawl away, but stopped when he realized Yuki was unconscious. Or at least he was not quite with reality yet. Fearing that he was unable to get out from under Yuki without alerting him, Kyou studied the smaller boy. Well, he wasn't completely unconscious; Yuki was sucking on Kyou's finger, arousing strange emotions in the cat. Kyou reflected upon that, finding it felt rather good, and he wondered if being stuck beneath a completely unclothed Yuki should bother him. Yuki's nudity hadn't bothered him when Yuki was a mouse, so logically Kyou had no reason to object, but there was the obvious fact that Kyou couldn't eat the human Yuki. That was all that mattered, right? Kyou's stomach was more important than whether or not Yuki could dress decently.

//Why does he keep sucking on my finger?// It gave Kyou the weirdest feeling, and it wasn't filling his stomach. Kyou stared at Yuki and licked his lips, suffering an irrational desire to eat the present Yuki, almost as if he'd taste better as a human. It would be cannibalism, he knew, but somewhere in his delusional mind, the cat had to eat the mouse, even if neither of them were in animal form.

Kyou removed his finger from Yuki's mouth, and Yuki, still only half-there, looked distressed. It seemed he didn't know what to do with his mouth without Kyou's finger in it. Such a delicious mouse... Ignoring his better judgment, Kyou made his mouth meet with Yuki's. Their tongues interlocked, and Kyou pressed Yuki closer to himself, savoring the mouse's exquisite taste.

After a good while, Yuki opened his eyes and slowly, reluctantly even, disengaged from Kyou's mouth. Kyou studied him intently, trying to discern his mood, but Kyou could detect nothing. Though he moved and his eyes were open, it seemed that Yuki, for all practical purposes, was still asleep.

"Tastes..." Yuki winced, "like catfood..." Now there was a distinct note of distaste in Yuki's voice.

Embarrassed, Kyou quickly averted his eyes. Perhaps Yuki was awake after all...

"Baka neko..." Yuki sounded exasperated. Kyou, alarmed, immediately shot his gaze back to Yuki, but Yuki didn't seem the least bit interested in Kyou. Kyou watched intently as Yuki drew his legs in to straddle Kyou's waist. Yuki sat up and, despite being unclothed, suddenly looked very intimidating to the cat he was perched on.

Kyou tensed up, but unnecessarily; no sooner had Yuki brought his torso to its full height than he laid back down again, growling.

"Atama ga itai!" Yuki wasn't accusing Kyou of anything, as far as the cat could tell, nor even really acknowledging Kyou's presence; Kyou took the statement simply to be vented frustration.

[Atama ga itai! = My head hurts!]

Not sure what to do, for it was not often that the mouse surrendered himself to Kyou in such a way, Kyou laid an arm across the naked boy's shoulders as if to comfort him.

"No..." Yuki, apparently finding fault in the situation, raised his head from Kyou's chest and stared at the orange-haired boy, not bothering to hide his animosity. He was, Kyou noted, careful not to sit up as far or as fast as he had just previously.

Looking into Yuki's eyes, Kyou decided now might be a good time to get the hell out of there. He made an attempt to scramble backward up the roof, but Yuki held him fast, clamping a hand around each of his wrists and pinning him to the hot roof.

Very hot roof! Yuki placed his knee firmly on Kyou's abdomen, forcing him to lie, spine perfectly straight, against the burning tiles of the roof. Even the wind had betrayed poor Kyou. Kyou could see the breeze idly toying with Yuki's hair, but not a wisp of it touched his own skin.

Kyou winced with the agony of the heat and Yuki's applied weight.

"Why did you put me in your mouth?" Yuki demanded to know, "Why would you want to taste someone that 'hadn't taken a bath in a month?!'"

Kyou hissed angrily, but answered anyway. "It accents the flavor."

Yuki blinked. "You like that?"

Kyou sighed, upset that he had absolutely no control over the situation.

"Hai," he confirmed, "suki desu."

Yuki didn't say anything for a few seconds. Kyou supposed he was contemplating what Kyou himself had just said. That made Kyou nervous.

He risked taking his eyes off Yuki for a second to look first left, then right. As Kyou'd feared, both of his wrists were still pinned beneath Yuki's dexterous hands. Feeling resigned, Kyou looked back toward Yuki and caught the mouse staring at him curiously.

"Nani ka?" When Yuki offered no explanation but to keep staring at him, Kyou started struggling. He could handle an angry Yuki, or even a sleeping Yuki, but a curious Yuki was damn frightening.

Yuki, acting as cold-hearted as usual either did not notice Kyou's terror, or relished in it. Kyou suspected the latter, but continued his weak struggling anyway. Focused entirely on the desire to get away, Kyou wasn't paying much attention to Yuki and was astounded when something cold and wet touched his neck. Kyou froze in horror, realizing Yuki was nuzzling him.

For some reason Kyou could not fathom, the simple movement made him harden.

Yuki laughed into Kyou's neck, no doubt feeling the boy's attraction. "You are pathetic."

Kyou knew he was, but now he wanted Yuki; he laid there uncertainly, his struggling forgotten, and wondered what Yuki would do next.

Yuki, of course, ended up doing the one thing Kyou never would've expected of him in a million years: he let Kyou go. Or, more precisely, he let go of Kyou's wrists. Kyou, astonished, did absolutely nothing for at least 10 seconds, then cautiously raised his arm and stared at it uncomprehendingly.

Yuki, while Kyou was coping with his newfound ability to move, was tracing the outline Kyou's lips with one finger.

Kyou blinked and directed his gaze back to Yuki. "Don't do that."

Yuki stuck the finger into Kyou's mouth and pressed it against his tongue. Kyou quickly locked his teeth around the digit, reminding Yuki that he was a cat, and he loved eating mice. Now Yuki seemed to get the idea, but with ever-enduring arrogance, the mouse could not end it there. He would not allow Kyou to even suspect that he had the slightest bit of control over Yuki's actions.

Kyou felt Yuki's hands move to the front of his pants. Kyou didn't interfere with Yuki's ministrations, more because he was terrified of the mouse than that he wanted his pants removed. Yuki really wasn't helping him at all; Kyou gritted his teeth as the mouse's soft fingers, one of them damp with Kyou's own saliva, found excuses to slip beneath his waistband. Eventually, however, Yuki unlatched Kyou's pants and the waistband itself was no longer an obstacle. Kyou winced and suppressed a moan as Yuki's hands, guiding his loosened pants, brushed past his thigh.

Yuki must've seen the look on Kyou's face, because he immediately paused in his quest to remove Kyou's pants and rubbed deep in Kyou's inner thigh. Now Kyou did make a noise, a sound rather like some deranged cross between a growl and a purr.

Yuki bent down briefly to kiss the sensitive spot on Kyou's thigh. Kyou blinked in surprise as the mere presence of Yuki's mouth in that area made his blood flow faster and Yuki's soft lips and wet tongue made his leg burn with pleasure. Wanting proof that this was actually Yuki he was with, Kyou pressed his palm against the other boy's chest. He soon felt the slight rise and fall showing that, contradictory to what Kyou would've liked to believe, Yuki was a living, breathing creature. He also detected the near frantic heartbeat that rodents tended to have. Kyou had always wondered how Yuki could appear so calm if he was truly a mouse. //That's right... he is a mouse isn't he?// Kyou stared hungrily at Yuki's bare human body. He'd almost forgotten: that's mouse flesh!

Now Yuki removed Kyou's pants all together, and set them off to the side. Kyou's breath caught as Yuki's hands slipped swiftly beneath his shirt and yanked it away, over Kyou's head. Now neither of them were wearing any clothing. Kyou, acting instinctively, wrapped his arms around Yuki's waist and pulled him closer. It was never his intention to love Yuki, he'd simply wanted the mouse's body.

Kyou, holding Yuki as constrictively as he could, was surprised by the feel of the mouse. He submitted to Kyou's embrace, yet there was not a hint of arousal from the other boy. He did not despise Kyou's touch either; as much as he spoke of being unable to stand Kyou's presence, Yuki was not repulsed. Indeed, Yuki seemed calmed by Kyou's arms around him. Well, Kyou could fix that.

Kyou, still holding Yuki firmly with his left arm, moved his right hand down to Yuki's bottom. This did not alarm Yuki unduly, he was unconcerned as far as Kyou could tell, and his eyes were not even watching Kyou. The cat normally would've been intimidated by Yuki's complete disregard for him, but not this time. Kyou felt around the boy's legs and found his entrance easily enough. Now Yuki studied him, again, merely curious.

Kyou stuck his longest finger, the middle one, into Yuki and watched for the boy's reaction. There was none, but Kyou didn't stop. He lifted Yuki carefully, shifting more and more of the mouse's weight onto Kyou's invading finger and the attached hand. As he did so, Kyou kept Yuki distracted with a kiss, or at least something similar to a kiss; the moment their lips touched, Yuki forced his tongue inside Kyou's mouth and almost succeeded in choking him.

Kyou continued breathing, however, and got Yuki upright and himself in a standing position. Yuki wasn't nearly as heavy as one might think; he was easy to hold. Kyou's finger, still inside Yuki, reached for the boy's prostate and rubbed it less than gently, considering that most of Yuki's weight was on that hand. Now, Kyou noted as he felt a stiffness between the boy's legs, Yuki was aroused. No more idly toying with poor unsuspecting Kyou. Yuki felt the way Kyou did now, minus the hunger pangs.

As Kyou began walking, Yuki pulled back from Kyou's mouth and emitted a moan from deep in his throat. Kyou eyed him, even as they reached the edge of the roof. Some sick part of Kyou's mind enjoyed watching Yuki's reaction to his enterprising finger. The boy's eyes were out of focus and his muscles tense. Kyou found it amusing; each time Kyou himself made the slightest of movements, Yuki would twist around uncomfortably, all the while seeming completely unaware of his surroundings.

Kyou smirked, wishing Yuki were still in his mouse body. If it was this much fun just to let Yuki sit on his finger, how much more fun would it have been to stick Yuki's own tail up his ass?

Kyou refocused on the scenery around them. He had a pretty good hold on Yuki; if he threw him, how far would he go before hitting the ground? Would he land on his feet? Kyou doubted it. Yuki may be able to beat Kyou to a pulp at any given time, but he wasn't the most agile creature in the world.

"Don't you think that's a little cruel?"

Kyou's head snapped toward the voice. It was Shigure, standing on the ground in perfect view of himself and Yuki.

"How long have you been standing there?!" Kyou was genuinely surprised and more than a little offended by the dog's presence.

Shigure shrugged an smiled warmly. "A while."

Yuki was glaring at Shigure. "Why," his voice struck Kyou's ears like an ocean of ice, "have you interrupted us?"

Shigure sweatdropped. "Well ya see..." he looked uncomfortable and touched his brow with on hand, as if he had no better use for that arm at the moment. "Tooru-kun made this delicious meal and I thought you might want some..."

Yuki frowned, apparently thinking that over. Kyou considered eating too; he was starving, but he knew Tooru-kun, as good a cook as she was, would never cook a rodent, and frankly, the creature in his arms was more appealing to him at the moment, as he reminded Yuki with a swift jab of his finger.

Yuki's eyes met directly with Shigure's for a second as the mouse spoke with some effort, "Yes. We'll come to dinner."

Kyou made an annoyed sort of noise, which Yuki promptly ignored. Kyou didn't like being so utterly *out* of the decision making process, but he'd do as Yuki had stated. There was no reason not too, since his playmate seemed to be destined for Tooru's table.

"How do you get off this damned roof?" Yuki's body grew tense with nervousness as he looked down to the ground below. Kyou smirked, pleased knowing Yuki was dependent on him to get down off the house.

Kyou, briefly ignoring the alert dog below, tickled Yuki's insides in a way that made the boy wince and lean on Kyou's shoulder for support.

Yuki growled, his breathing harsh. "Baka neko!"

Each syllable carried with it a mound of hatred, and Kyou accepted the emotion calmly, but promised to pay Yuki back for it later. No mouse spoke to him with such authority unless the rodent was looking for trouble.

Shigure cocked his head to one side, his eyes studying Yuki with unnatural intensity and desire. "Drop him down to me; I'll catch."

Yuki looked sharply up at Kyou. "Don't you dare, cat!" he whispered, just loud enough for Shigure to hear, "I don't want to be handled by that dirty..."

Kyou hurled Yuki as far as he could off the roof. Yuki immediately started cussing at Kyou. Kyou shouted an obscenity at the mouse that had suddenly learned to fly and then trudged back around to grab his clothes, not bothering to catch Yuki's reaction.

When Kyou was dressed, he leapt down from the roof to find Yuki lying uncomfortably in Shigure's arms. Kyou was surprised; he didn't think Shigure was that good of a catch. Yuki did not seem at all thankful though; he was glaring furiously at the dog, who was smiling and sniffing various parts of Yuki, speaking softly as he did so. Kyou would've felt sorry for the mouse if the sight weren't so damn amusing. As it was, he agreed wholeheartedly with Yuki but would not come to his rescue; even a pervert like Shigure deserved to have some fun occasionally.

***

Yuki acted like a scorpion all throughout dinner. He was extremely irritated for some reason or another, but Shigure kept him still and forced him to eat. Kyou had to hide his smirk behind a bowl of rice, but he was pretty sure Shigure, and maybe Tooru, had noticed his pleasure.

For some reason that was not at all clear to Kyou, Tooru kept asking Yuki to put his clothes on, and she seemed rather unsettled about Shigure. When the black-haired boy addressed her in speech (he talked a lot, as usual), she would squirm a bit in her seat and avert her eyes. Though Yuki was irritable, he didn't seem to mind being force-fed; Kyou had observed that the small boy would just about anything without complaint, so Tooru really had no reason to be upset. Yuki was *always* in a bad mood, and she was often near him. Surely by now she should not be getting overly upset over an angry Yuki?

Yuki, for that matter, was acting awfully peculiar. Every time Shigure made any innocent movement, Yuki would jerk his body one way or the other, as if he feared what Shigure might do.

Kyou honestly thought the scent of the mouse's bare skin added something to the meal. He enjoyed this one more than he did other meals, simply because every breath he took made him think he was eating a fresh mouse. Shigure apparently thought so too, because he lost no time sniffing and caressing every convenient part of Yuki as he ate. Tooru-kun, though, did not seem to like Yuki's scent at all. She never directly commented on it, but she wrinkled her nose and glance sidelong at Yuki as she ate.

The moment Kyou set down his chopsticks, Shigure leaned backward and stretched luxuriously, instantly releasing Yuki of all obligations to stay in his lap. Kyou recognized this and froze where he was.

But it was too late. Yuki was free now, and Kyou had already set his eating utensils down; neither of them had any reason to stay at the table. Kyou backed slowly away from his dishes, and within seconds Yuki was on his feet in front of Kyou.

"Souma-kun..." It sounded like Tooru wasn't sure if she should be worried about Yuki or embarrassed by him.

Yuki glared at Kyou while speaking to Tooru's concern, "Don't worry; I'll take this one outside."

Tooru looked relived, but still not completely without worry. She was afraid Yuki might get hurt. Kyou cursed her silently. She had her priorities completely inverted. Didn't she care if *Kyou* got hurt? Wasn't her beloved cat of any importance?

Kyou tried to get the first punch in, but Yuki, true to his word, simply grabbed Kyou's arm and dragged him outside.

Yuki, holding Kyou by the wrist, yanked him into the middle of the forset and shoved him violently into the nearest tree. Kyou's back hit its strong trunk with the force of a small truck.

"I did not appreciate that!"

Kyou winced and tried to raise his head to face Yuki. He found the boy's face quickly enough; all he'd had to do was looking in the direction of Yuki's voice; but it was another thing all together to get his eyes to focus on Yuki's features.

Something about the size of a baseball hit the left side of Kyou's face, making hit jaw hurt. At second later, Yuki's hand unfolded //He must've punched me// and Kyou felt the mouse's soft fingers caress the wound and travel down his neck to rest on his shoulder.

Kyou looked to Yuki and saw the boy tense with anger and wearing a frown on his face. It was a threatening stance he held, but Kyou was not intimidated. Placing his hands on Yuki's chest, he pushed the boy backward.

Yuki only stumbled for a fraction of a second before finding strong footing again, but it was long enough for Kyou. He aimed a low kick at Yuki's legs, hoping to ground the mouse.

It didn't even come close. Yuki dodged Kyou's kick, and before Kyou could relocate the mouse, Yuki had sent a strong kick into Kyou's side, hitting him just below the ribcage. Now Kyou knew where Yuki was. He hastily scrambled back away from Yuki, but a small shove from the other boy soon had him on the ground.

A hand caught Kyou's aching jawbone and clutched it tightly, making it hurt worse. Alarmed, Kyou looked up and found Yuki kneeling over him. The young mouse placed his weight on Kyou's waist and lowered himself down to Kyou's level, forcing his tongue into Kyou's mouth. Kyou squirmed a little and tried valiantly to fight the foreign mouth off, but Yuki's tongue gained full access to his poor mouth, and even began licking off the excess liquids in his mouth. Kyou, curious, tasted them himself and froze as he realized it was blood. Yuki had hit his jaw earlier, but Kyou hadn't known he was bleeding from it.

Yuki sat up, licking his chops and looking very pleased.

"I don't want Shigure," he clarified with lust in his voice, "I want you."

Now Kyou got angry, ignoring his own unnatural desire for the mouse's body. "You're a damn mouse! A rodent! Why can't I just eat you like a normal cat?!"

Yuki frowned. "A couple hundred mice working together could peal off and eat every square inch of your skin while you are still wearing it. My friends are all very hungry too. Would you like me to call them?"

Kyou paled. He was a good mouser, but he knew he couldn't catch that many mice before they had a chance to eat him alive.

"OK," Kyou conceded, "let's go back to you wanting me."

Yuki, who was staring intently at something, didn't respond. Kyou followed the boy's gaze and saw a small white mouse sitting on his left arm. Kyou placed his hand over top of it, trapping the mouse beneath.

Yuki glared at Kyou and snarled, "Let her go."

Kyou lifted the mouse around its ribcage and held it in front of Yuki's face. The mouse herself did not seem the least bit concerned; she hung unresisting from Kyou's hand.

Kyou smiled. "Isn't she just beautiful? Looks like you."

Kyou stroked the mouse's fur gently with his thumb and began closing his hand into a fist, squeezing the rodent slowly. After some time, she squeaked in alarm and dug her teeth deep into Kyou's thumb.

Yuki moved his legs together around Kyou's torso, squeezing him in much the same manner as he was squeezing the female mouse.

"If she doesn't bite your thumb off," Yuki warned, "I will."

Kyou shoved his hand, mouse and all, up to Yuki's mouth. "Go right ahead."

Yuki opened his mouth uncertainly, and Kyou loosened his grip on the captive mouse. Discovering her sudden freedom, she immediately crawled out of Kyou's hand and into Yuki's mouth.

Yuki, an astonished look on his face, stared at Kyou questioningly.

Kyou laughed at Yuki's foolishness. "Bite down."

Yuki shook his head slowly. He wouldn't do that.

"Then let me..." Kyou sat up halfway and slipped an arm around Yuki. He seized the boy's body and pressed himself close, forcing Yuki into a kiss.

Yuki squeaked in surprise and tried to scramble backward, but Kyou pushed him down. He got Yuki onto his back and dived eagerly into his mouth. Kyou's tongue found the rodent inside and gingerly moistened her fur.

Yuki's fingertips touched Kyou's skin at his waist and teased the flesh around his abdomen as a hand once again manipulated the latch on his pants, this time with more skill. Kyou didn't let this bother him though, he kept right on tonguing Yuki's little friend, not pausing until a strong hand closed around him. Kyou's eyes widened as the hand knew just the right buttons to push, stroking him in an intoxicating manner.

Kyou, distracted, allowed Yuki to stand him up on his knees and didn't even object when Yuki broke the kiss. The mouse's hand gave him such sweet pleasure he hardly noticed when Yuki doubled over and dropped something damp and furry out of his mouth.

Now Yuki was behind him; Kyou could feel the boy's erection nudging his crotch from the other direction. Yuki's mouth, apparently free of its inmate, was clamped shut around Kyou's earlobe. Kyou felt Yuki's one free hand working hurriedly to further lower Kyou's pants.

Yuki's teeth ground into Kyou's ear as the fabric of Kyou's trousers fell below his thighs. The sudden draft had barely touched his skin before Yuki thrust into him, his hard length spearing Kyou in a horribly rude manner. Shortly after, almost as if Yuki had planned this torture, the hand entertaining Kyou ceased its ministrations and retreated up to Kyou's waist, where both of Yuki's arms wrapped constrictively about his captive's soft skin.

Kyou, coming back to his senses, immediately started struggling, but he quickly found that the stick in his ass prevented any serious movement. A second later, Yuki briefly thrust himself deeper into Kyou's body, hitting a spot that Kyou had never felt before. The overwhelming pleasure that touch brought him was something unequaled even by the tender massage Yuki had just administered.

Kyou had to focus intensely for a moment before he could remember how to breathe.

"Yuki," he said, remembering, "Yuki... stop that."

Yuki's arms tightened around Kyou's waist, hurting him.

"Stop...?" Yuki spoke the word as if he had never heard it before, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because I can't," Kyou gasped as Yuki thrust again, "...I can't stand it."

"Oh?" Yuki sounded genuinely surprised. Kyou thought he felt one of Yuki's arms move, then something seized his aroused member and squeezed it cruelly, preventing any release.

Yuki's voice sounded like ice again, "Better?" he asked in a deceptively sweet tone.

Kyou felt tears well up in his eyes. "No, no... please stop." He started sobbing.

But Yuki had never been very sympathetic. He pushed hard into Kyou, with the sort of force Yuki only used when he was angry. Unfortunately, he manage to jab that spot again, and Kyou choked on a screech that would've made his ears fall flat in offense. Kyou wanted to come now, and not being able to was becoming painful, both physically and emotionally.

Yuki's voice again graced his ears. "Cats are good for *something,* aren't they?" From Yuki's tone of voice, Kyou concluded that the boy was enjoying himself all too much.

"Now don't cry," Yuki nuzzled against Kyou's wet cheek, "this is fun." He said the last part almost like an order, as if something dangerous would go on if Kyou didn't show he was having fun.

Kyou didn't care anymore. He bent over and desperately tried to get Yuki's hands off him, but a simple movement from the other boy caused Kyou to arch backward, throwing him off balance. Yuki, of course, would not let him go, but Kyou noticed the movement set Yuki off beat for a second. That gave Kyou an idea. Why couldn't he... Kyou struggled to retain his train of thought. Why couldn't he just throw Yuki off and walk away?

Kyou tried it, and Yuki's free hand quickly came up to cover his mouth and nose, halting any breathing Kyou might want to do.

Yuki laughed cold-heartedly at Kyou's predicament and came into him. Kyou froze in horror as he felt the boy behind him relax and release at the same time. The liquid suddenly inside him gave him an usual feeling, to say the least. Kyou whined pathetically, upset that he could neither breathe nor get away from the vengeful Yuki.

Yuki spoke again, and this time he sounded much happier, pleased with himself perhaps.

"Would you like me to remove one of my hands?"

Yuki had two hands; one was currently preventing him from coming, and the other was preventing him from breathing. Kyou nodded. He definitely wanted those hands gone.

Yuki paused, studying Kyou for what seemed like an eternity. "Which one?" he asked.

The question stuck Kyou as incredibly inhumane. How could he be asked to choose between oxygen and release? Nevertheless, Kyou didn't hesitate in his decision. He made a sensual movement with his torso, emphasizing his choice by making a wordless but urgent noise in his throat.

Yuki obediently removed the lower of the two hands.

Kyou hastily released his seed, feeling extremely relieved. He let his eyelids droop, but watched with some surprise as Yuki caught some of his release in his hand. Kyou blinked and opened his eyes to full alertness again, and watched curiously as Yuki brought the soiled hand to his mouth and contentedly licked the stuff away.

Kyou too licked Yuki's hand, the other one, and succeeded in getting the mouse's attention. Kyou still wanted to breathe. Yuki's body stiffened at the continuing touch of Kyou's moist tongue. He didn't seem to like the feeling at all, but nor did he seem inclined to move his hand. Next Kyou tried frantically to bite him, and though this appeared to amuse Yuki greatly, it did not help his situation any.

Kyou, angry now, stood up, pulling Yuki to a standing position as well. Without hesitating to get Yuki's consent, he seized the boy's wrist and yanked him around. Now Yuki and Kyou stood face to face, both able to breathe.

Yuki stepped backward a pace. Kyou followed, or at least tried to follow. He had forgotten that his pants hung below his knees. Yuki, however, had not forgotten, and Kyou, having tripped over them, found himself being thrown over the mouse's bare shoulder.

"Shimatta..." Kyou cursed the indignity of it. "Put me down!"

Yuki just ignored him and started walking back toward the house, making sure to run into a few trees on the way.

Kyou shrieked as a twig went into very private (and somewhat sore) spot and snapped in two just outside his entrance. Yuki did not ask what was wrong, but he must have guessed, because Kyou instantly started using his fingernails to claw at the mouse's unprotected back and furiously demanded to be let go.

"Fine." Yuki dropped Kyou on the ground like a sack of potatoes, managing to plop Kyou directly onto the part of his body being serviced by the twig.

Kyou yelped in pain and surprise as the small piece of wood stabbed him and proceeded to get itself lodged where no one would be able to retrieve it.

Yuki looked confused by Kyou's reaction, and hastily stepped out of Kyou's way as the boy leapt to his feet faster than he had fallen to the ground. Kyou, his pants hanging about his ankles now, managed to stumble only a few meters before collapsing into Shigure's arms. Kyou sighed in relief at the feel of a comforting body, but started struggling as soon as he realized who was holding him.

"Yuki! Don't go!!" Kyou watched helplessly as Yuki retreated back to the house, probably to find some clothes. Kyou groaned thickly as Shigure's hand moved over his belly and made his skin tingle with sudden lust. Horrified, Kyou jerked violently away but faltered in mid-stride as a sharp pain made him gasp and twist his body in the wrong direction.

Shigure looked completely bewildered, but Kyou saw that dog's determination in his eyes. Kyou would be his to torture until Shigure's perverted mind could think of no more uses for a desirable cat.

Kyou frowned and looked at Shigure, despising the dog at the same time he resigned himself to his fate.

"Can you get a stick?"

Shigure licked his lips. "I love fetching sticks."

***

Kyou bit his lower lip, refusing howl at the pain. Shigure had enjoyed retrieving the stick, though Kyou found it more than a little inconvenient that he insisted upon doing so with his teeth. He felt the dog's mouth go between his legs again. A few seconds later, Kyou relaxed as the stick was pulled out.

"Shigure, this time don't..." Kyou's breath caught as the literally pounced on him with the stick as a sort of deadly rapier.

Now Kyou screamed loud enough that the heavens surely heard him. "Shigure!!" he gasped when he'd caught his breath again, "Stop this!"

Kyou wish wholeheartedly that he could strangle himself to death. Anything to stop the pain. Shigure insisted that ever time he fetched the stick, it be thrown back so he could fetch it again.

"When," he asked as Shigure pulled the stick out again, "when will you stop this?"

Shigure, holding the stick in his mouth, leaned over Kyou's face and smiled pleasantly. "When I find something more interesting to do," he managed to pronounce over the piece of wood. Kyou's eyes widened as he realized what he'd have to do.

With almost violent haste, Kyou threw Shigure onto his back and started digging through his robes. After a few seconds searching Kyou got down to Shigure's bare skin. The dog was watching him with a nasty gleam in his eye, but Kyou didn't care. He dipped his head down into Shigure's robes and, finding him already half aroused, took the dog's member into him. The hot moisture of Kyou's mouth encased the dog, making him moan with pleasure.

Now Kyou would be safe. As long as Shigure was enjoying himself, Kyou's bottom was without pain. He rubbed his tongue eagerly over Shigure's hard length. He could handle this dog. Building up a well of courage, Kyou shoved himself forward strongly and forced Shigure deep into his throat.

Shigure arched upward instantly, and Kyou, momentarily overwhelmed, had to focus hard to keep up the movement of his tongue.

This was all worth it though. Kyou drew his mouth back, exposing Shigure to the air and then dived right back onto him passionately. If this would keep Shigure's mind off his game of fetch, it was all for the better.

Kyou didn't stop his ministrations as he felt Yuki's presence behind him, but it did strike him as odd. What business could Yuki possibly have with either of them? Kyou stroked Shigure sensually with his tongue, earning a groan of pleasure from the dog.

Behind him, Yuki growled and Kyou heard the sound of a branch snapping in two.

"Shigure," Yuki greeted the dog, his voice burning with jealously, "Your companion looks a bit over-enthusiastic."

Shigure wriggled a little bit beneath Kyou and repeated his earlier groan, "Yeah," he said thickly, "It's wonderful."

Yuki stepped closer, his foot his the ground with a force of anger that made Kyou wonder if he should scramble farther away.

"Baka neko here seems to be enjoying himself," Yuki observed.

"Yes," Shigure twisted himself backward, trying to adjust to Kyou's mouth, "I *love* cats!"

Kyou felt Yuki's small hand on his back and he shivered nervously but continued treating the dog.

Shigure made a controlled movement beneath Kyou, and the cat, somewhat occupied, nonetheless noticed that the dog's attentions were now on Yuki.

Shigure's voice sounded cautionary, "I don't think he'll like that."

"Sure he will." Yuki's hand brushed past Kyou and gave the dog something that smelt distinctly like catnip.

Suspicious now, Kyou stopped sucking Shigure and climbed up higher on the dog, wanting to see what he had. As soon as Kyou had located the catnip, however, Yuki shoved something hard up his ass.

Kyou yelped in pain as millions of wood splinters stabbed him simultaneously.

Shigure laughed and waved a stalk of fresh catnip in Kyou's face. Yuki turned away, apparently finished here. Shigure shouted after him, "Domo arigatou gozaimasu!"

Kyou stiffened at the feel of the new, thicker stick, but looked to Shigure without bothering to hide the desire in his eyes. The rough bark of the tree limb rubbed his prostate painfully each time he moved, and the catnip-scented dog acted as an incredible aphrodisiac. Kyou growled and attacked the delighted dog, determined to swallow ever part of the dirty mutt that he could.

-Owari-

Author's Note: Please review!! Please, please, please?! This is the first fic where I've managed to keep just one character's POV dominate. Furthermore, it's also my first Fruits Basket fic... I really should go back and write more Angel Sanctuary, but I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing. Fruits Basket is great fic-writing material too... But please, judge me yourselves. Post a review with any thoughts you might have on this fic. Does it meet your standards?