Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Lemon Trilogy ❯ Stroking the Rat ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never will.

A/N: This is a sequel to “Milking the Cow” so it will probably make more sense if you've read that first. Both are intended to be humorous PWP fics. I know they aren't very IC, but I wanted them to be almost exaggeratedly true, not totally OOC. Let's hope I succeeded. And just to reassure you, I really do love Tohru. I swear! (And Kyoru forever, just for the record)

Warning: This is a lemon, kids. Don't run and tell your mommies that bad Mizaya corrupted your innocent minds.

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It was almost completely dark by the time Tohru turned down the familiar path. Fixing the classroom from Hatsuharu's destruction hadn't taken that long, especially with him doing most of the work, but she hadn't paid enough attention when they were walking home and Haru had gotten them lost three separate times.

Everything was somehow different to her. What she and Haru had done in the closet, it was scary and a little humiliating, but she couldn't help thinking about it. Tohru had heard about the differences in male anatomy, but she had never seen it in real life. Anytime in health class or during a Sohma male's transformation, she had managed to cover her eyes in time. Having that large thing in her mouth had been almost enough to make her faint.

Despite her initial shock, though, she found that she liked giving pleasure to someone she cared about in such a unique way. Haru had seemed so happy when she was swallowing all of that salty juice that came out of his trembling body. If she could make Yuki happy, like Haru said, maybe he would be less stressed out.

Lately, Yuki had seemed very concerned with things in the student council. He came home from school later and later and wasn't even able to keep up his secret base, which Tohru took over as a favor to her housemate. She was worried that Yuki was doing everyone else's work in the council and not taking care of himself like he should. She would have to do her best to cheer him up.

“Tohru Honda to the rescue!”

Immediately, Tohru blushed and put her fist, which she had thrust into the air, back at her side. Her sedated companion merely smirked at her. “I bet I know what you're thinking about,” he said.

The moment that Haru had snapped out of his Blackness and figured out what had happened he seemed frightened with himself, but after that first minute she kept catching him giving her secret smiles and winking. She definitely wasn't scared to be walking home at night with Haru, but it was slightly uncomfortable to be around him after what she had done to his most private of places, especially because neither one of them had talked about it since. She guessed that he was just being friendly and relaxed about it, though. One time Uo told her about how boys act after…that sort of thing…and her friend threw out a comment about them being really mellow and smiley afterwards. Yes, that was probably it.

“I'll occupy Kyo so you can go pay a visit to Yuki, if you want.” Haru pointed up at an illuminated upper story window as they came out of the wooded path in front of Shigure's house. “It looks like he's in his room, so now would be the perfect time.” All Tohru could do was blush. “I'll take that as a yes,” Haru finished. Right as they came up to the steps, the cow leaned down and planted a sensual kiss on her neck. “I just wanted to thank you,” he said against her skin, “for helping me relieve my Black aggression.”

Then he was back to normal, strutting through the door, Tohru behind him. His hand waved behind his back, motioning for her to go upstairs. He was already in a heated conversation with Kyo, who miraculously popped out of nowhere as soon as the door opened.

“What in the hell took you so long?!”

“Aw, did the little kitty cat miss his little girlfriend?”

“You better not have done anything to her you sick perverted freak!!!”

Tohru heard less and less of the fight as she walked up the stairs to go to Yuki's room. Everything was a little blurry around her, but she tried to focus on something other than being embarrassed. She couldn't believe still that she was just going to walk into Yuki's room and ask him if she could put her mouth on his…she still couldn't think of a good word for it. Having Haru do all of the work was one thing, but actually initiating it herself was quite another.

“Here goes,” she whispered to herself, and then she pushed the door aside and slipped in quietly. Yuki's desk lamp was on and he was frowning at some papers in front of him, rubbing his temple at the same time. Seeing him so strained and upset made up Tohru's mind to give him the best…service…she could possibly manage. Resolve hardened, she spoke up. “Um, Yuki? Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Yuki looked up and blinked at her words. His frown of concentration was replaced by a small smile. “Oh, hello Miss Honda. I didn't even hear you come in.” In his graceful manner, he rose from his desk chair and stepped over to greet her face to face. “How were the make-up tests? Did my study guide help you?”

“Yes, your guide was very good, thank you. I knew most of the answers right away.” Tohru wanted to get on with things, because she knew that the longer she waited the less able she would be to go through with it. “I didn't come up here to talk about the tests, though. I'm worried about you, Yuki. Are you sure you're not too overburdened lately?”

Gray wispy hair glistened as Yuki shook his head. “No, I'm fine, Miss Honda. The student council is just keeping me very busy, but it's nothing that you should worry about.

“But I don't want you to get sick because you are doing too much,” she argued lightly. Biting her lip, she tried to think of a plan of action. She was no good at being argumentative. “Yuki,” she began tentatively, “when I was at school today I learned about something and I want to show you. It's supposed to be something that all boys need so they can be happy.”

He started to question her but cut off as she dropped to her knees and began undoing the button on his pressed black slacks. He remained frozen when she undid the zipper and reached inside the fly of his silk boxer shorts, but when her fingers wrapped firmly around their goal, he flinched. “Miss Honda!” he exclaimed in a breathy shriek.

“It's ok,” she assured him. “I won't hurt you.” Immediately she narrowed her eyes at the flacid length in her hand. Haru had been so hard and firm. Maybe she was doing something wrong. Her tongue crept out of her lips and she swept it over the tip. Now she was getting somewhere. The soft limb in her hand was getting bigger as she watched.

“Miss Honda!” This time his plea was even weaker.

Tohru barely heard him, though. She was too set in her work, carefully running her hands up and down the smooth, warm rod of flesh. A thought struck her when she saw the hairs that were peeking out of the fly of his boxers and she pushed the fabric back a bit with her free hand to check. Nope, his weren't white and black like Hatsuharu's. That must have been what he showed President Takai in the bathroom.

A slight stickiness made Tohru realize that there was a tiny bit of liquid coming out of the - what had Haru called it? - the tip. Just like what had happened in the cleaning closet earlier. Tohru wanted to know if he tasted like the ocean, like Haru did. Leaning forward, she replaced her grip with her mouth and rubbed her tongue over the head. He tasted similar, but a little sweeter, not so bitter. Keeping on with the oral, she slid most of the length into her throat like she learned earlier, also. She hated to belittle her good friend, but he was much smaller than Haru. Her jaw appreciated the rest, although she would have given Yuki his present either way.

For several minutes Tohru worked up and down the shaft, occasionally pausing at the end to rotate her tongue around the tip. Yuki seemed to like that best. Every time she did it, he reached out and touched the strand of hair that hung in front of her left ear, and then he would let go of it when she went back to sucking the length down her throat. She felt like she was forgetting something, though. What was it?

Oh yeah!

Reaching her hand gently back inside the fly, Tohru tried to extract the squishy things she found there. The opening in his underwear wasn't big enough, though, so Tohru came at them from a different angle, running her hand up the leg of his boxers to cup the balls like Haru said. That made Yuki moan, and then he wound his finger around the strand of hair and left it there. Tohru risked a glance up to see that he had his eyes closed and was breathing through his open mouth. Every once in a while he would shiver and smile uncontrollably.

Tohru shrugged her shoulders and went back to work, now mainly working on the head and the nuts, since Yuki apparently liked that best. Her hand, which was now holding the hardened apparatus up to her lips like a microphone, began to feel a pulsating pressure against it. At the same time, Yuki's other hand went directly to the back of her head and encouraged her to take him all the way in.

Being the altruistic girl that she was, Tohru laid her tongue against the underside of the shaft and pumped her head up and down on it a few times, making sure that she took him all the way in. On the third thrust Yuki moaned and on the fourth he unexpectedly held her there, frantically shaking and saying "Miss Honda” in a hushed, fast whisper over and over until his body calmed down. Most of the liquid had shot straight down her throat, but Tohru managed to get the taste of the last few drops. It really was delicious. She would have to try it again sometime.

“Was that very good, Yuki?” she asked in all sincerity once she stuffed him back in his pants and buttoned him up again. Yuki didn't answer her right away. Instead, he bent over to grab at her shoulders and haul her to her feet. She was still stunned when Yuki kissed her long and hard, running his own tongue all through her mouth and cupping one side of her face until she felt like she would die of blushing.

When he pulled away he looked deep into her eyes, the purple irises almost flickering with intensity. “That was very, very good, Miss Honda. I have no idea why you did that or why I let you or what it means, but it was definitely good.” He leaned his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, a sweet peck on the lips.

Tohru was just beginning to lose her intense blush and float away on a nice airy daydream about kissing Yuki forever when his body jerked away from hers and his eyebrows came down in consternation. “Wait, you said you learned that at school today?!”

“Oh, yes!” she said, beaming at him. “Hatsuharu taught me when he came to pick me up. We just got home. I think he and Kyo are talking right now.”

Yuki's eyes got wider and wider with each word. When she finished talking, they suddenly narrowed and sharpened and Yuki swung his head towards his bedroom door, which Tohru embarrassingly noticed that she had left open. “HARU!!!” Tohru had never seen Yuki's face so red before as he relinquished his hold on her and stormed out of the room as angry as he could be.

“Did our little flower have an eventful day?”

Tohru hadn't even noticed Shigure step into the room from the hallway in her silly thoughts about kissing Yuki. “Oh, yes, Shigure. This has been a very nice day, actually. I learned how to do something fun for all of the Sohmas to make you feel better when you're upset.”

Shigure hid a surprisingly malicious laugh behind his hand before contorting his face into a familiar one of dramatic distress. “Oh, Tohru, I've had such a long day. Do you think you might show me your new trick?”

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A/N: OMFG I can't believe I wrote that! Does laughing maniacally the whole time I wrote it give me some excuse for the pure evilness? Mocking Tohru and writing a Yukiru lemon in one fic…I'm going mad, I tell you. Crazy people love reviews, too, though, so respond away! ^___^