Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Like Sand Through an Hour Glass ❯ Drawn to the Fold ( Chapter 2 )

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LIKE SAND THROUGH AN HOUR GLASS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
You can blame Mona-chan for this one. *gives hugs* If you have an insatiable appetite for Akito, then this is the story for you. And I'm going along with the revelations made in Chapter 97 and 98 of the manga. But this story is sure to have it all (at least at some point). Each chapter will be marked appropriately.

In this chapter Akito's plan is revealed. But will it go as planned? There are a few hitches that need taken care of first. Warning: spoilers for later chapters in the manga and het lemon. Hatori x Akito pairing with hints of a Hatori x ??? pairing. Why am I not telling you the lucky person's name? Because I'm evil incarnate. =P Somewhat PWP, but the story does have a plot. Really. Comments are encouraged and welcome. A standard disclaimer follows the end of the chapter.


Chapter Two - Drawn to the Fold



Akito practically purred as she rolled over in bed. Her plan couldn't fail. She had control over all the jyuunishi. All. But she only needed a select few. Her favorites. They would do what was required of them, she knew. They would act without question...or, at the very least, with few questions and if they knew what was good for them, no complaints.

Hatori's last detailed examination had revealed some disturbing news. That she was dying was nothing new. It was a human's place to die. But she was a god. The god of the zodiac. She was cursed to die. Die for those she loved. Die for those who she hated.

And dying she was.

With only a few months left to live.

So far, only the doctor knew of this aside from Akito herself. It was their little secret. He insisted on telling the others but she vehemently refused. Her control would be lost the moment they knew they would be free. No, she couldn't have that. Her control had to remain absolute.

Even after death.

That night is when she formulated her plan. Six months. All she needed was six months. But one had already gone by without so much as the tiniest movement in her plan. There were only five months left. That was still workable, she consoled herself. Now nearing the end of the fifth month she realized that her initial plan would fail. There wasn't enough time.

But...there was another way.

She wasn't sure why she hadn't thought of it before. It was so simple. Right in front of her eyes. So she plotted, planned. She would gather her favorites to her. Exert her control. Then she would obtain the last piece of the puzzle. The final person she needed to carry out her plan.

Shigure would be proud of her...if he knew.

And the little nuisance would finally have a purpose.

With a smile much unlike her, she opened her eyes and gazed at her unorthodox partner. Normally only one other person was allowed to share her bed at night and he was not it. But she had made an exception. Kureno, no doubt, would pass it off without question. He knew better. But even now she missed him. She like waking up next to him. She enjoyed the way his body felt against hers first thing in the morning.

Although, she admitted, Shigure was not a poor substitute.

His skin felt smooth against her palm. Over his ribs and downward it went. It was equally smooth against her cheek as she rested her head on his chest. Her ear echoed with the steady beating of his heart. It was somewhat...soothing. Her palm found it's target ready and willing. Why was it that men had hard-ons first thing in the morning? An act of nature? Perhaps he was dreaming.

"Are you dreaming of me, my pet?"

The only answer she received was a slight twitch in her hand.

She wanted to play. Wanted to wake him up. But a knock sounded on the door. What time was it? She needn't bothered looking as moments later, the door opened and Hatori stepped inside. He took several steps before pausing. There was someone with Akito in bed. An unusual occurrence for him.

'And an even more unusual occurrence for Shigure,' he noted mentally.

Without a word he continued inside the room, sitting where he was expected and waiting for Akito to acknowledge him.

Akito smiled to herself. So she finally managed to ruffle the good doctor's feathers. He was a tough nut to crack. Being with him would be inappropriate, or so he always stated. He never outright refused her advances, but he'd managed to keep her at bay.

Crawling from bed, she grabbed the nearest yukata. She slid it over her arms and shoulders as she stood and approached the doctor. Kneeling in front of him, she smiled gracefully. "Ohayo, Hatori-san."

"Ohayo, Akito-san." He sucked in a deep breath before asking, "Did you sleep well?"

"Hai. Very well."

Hatori did his best not to gulp as he swallowed. "Perhaps, you would like to do this another time. Around lunch?"

"No need," Akito said, not wanting to let the dragon leave so soon. No, not yet. Shrugging off her yukata and letting if fall naturally around her curves to the floor she added, "Now is fine."

Hatori looked skeptical as he pulled his medical bag closer and removed his stethoscope. He felt awkward for sure. This same situation had only happened once before. It had been someone he knew, but it wasn't his closest friend lying on the futon. What was Shigure doing there in the first place? The doctor didn't remember the inu stopping by at any time the day before. Had Akito summoned him or was it simply a surprise visit? With Shigure it was hard to tell.

With Akito...more difficult yet.

"Did you sleep well, Hatori? You still look tired."

"I'm fine," Hatori replied, moving the end of the scope about on her back. "I stayed up to finish some paperwork. I'm afraid it was late till I got to bed."

"Do you need another assistant? You seem swamped with paperwork lately."

Hatori quickly shook his head, although she could not see. "No, that's unnecessary. I'm only backed up once a year. When this is cleared up, everything should be fine."

"Good," Akito replied, happy by his quick response. "I do hate to see you so overworked. You never take any time for yourself."

He also knew about the game. Akito had tried several times to draw him in. There was no denying the curiosity in his eyes. No denying the pathetic look of need. But each time, he turned her away. Was she not pleasing to the eye? Did he not love her? No, that was never the case. It was his code as a doctor -- goddamn propriety! -- that kept him at bay. He had a good head on his shoulders and perhaps an even better one in his pants. Akito silently cursed all her prior failings.

She would not fail today.

As Hatori leaned forward over her right shoulder to collect his bag and look for another instrument, Akito reached back with her left hand. She found his knee easily, her fingers latching onto the newfound object. She moved her hand further backward, up his leg as far as it would go. She could not reach her intended target, not from her current position. But she felt his muscles working as he sat back up, knew that his body was tensing. She smiled and waited. What would his excuse be this time?

"Akito?" His voice was a bit strained. From want? From need? Or perhaps from fear?

"I worry about you Hatori," Akito said, glancing over her right shoulder. "You're always busy with work. You've been taking good care of me for years." She turned her upper body, finally getting a good look at the doctor. He sat behind her with his usual stoic look, but his eyes betrayed him. She smiled. "I think it's time you let me take care of you."

Hatori opened his mouth to argue. It snapped shut upon seeing the serious look on Akito's face. There was no room for argument here, or so her expression said. He steeled himself, his body going rigid. He managed to maintain eye contact while Akito turned toward him, focusing on her face and nothing else.

He'd seen much during his years as a doctor, but he knew to keep the man out of his work. Akito had made that difficult, especially in recent years. She'd grown ever so slightly, filling out in just the right places. He felt like a brother watching her grow. He wasn't blind however. Akito was very much a woman. A woman with needs. She fed off of Shigure, obvious at that point. She also fed off Kureno, a willing supplicant. She'd even fed off Yuki, which had the doctor suppressing a shiver. But it had been enough for her to leave him be.

"Think about what you're implying," he said in a monotone voice, keeping his feelings at bay. "I'm your doctor."

Akito chuckled lightly, wrapping her arms around his neck in a loose embrace. "You're mine...period."

Apparantly that was going to change.

"Am I not...pleasing to your eyes?" Akito asked with a hint of a pout as she moved closer still. "Is it not enough that I offer myself to you?"

She placed a kiss to his lips, a gentle brushing of flesh before pulling away to look at him. No response. Not only did he not offer a kiss, but his body remained rigid, unmovable. Unacceptable.

"Do you really think you can put me off, Hatori?"

Akito pressed herself against him, threatening to destroy his sense of balance. He leaned back slightly, placing one hand on the floor to steady himself. His other hand unconsciously moved to Akito's hip, grasping at bare flesh. He took a deep breath as she straddled his lap, locking her arms around his neck.

"I really think--!"

"Don't think," Akito told him. "Don't think of anything but me."

Hatori was prepared for the kiss. He was not, however, prepared for the intensity and ferocity with which it was given. His arm buckled and his nails dug into the flesh of her hip. She moaned into the kiss, leaning further into him. Hatori tried to maintain their weight upright. When he tried to pull away, even just for a breath of air, she leaned closer, demanding that he return her affection, her kiss.

He didn't want this to go as far as he knew Akito would take it. He didn't even want his body to respond. But respond it did, his lips moving minutely as something stirred in his groin. It seemed impossible that he should want her. Again, he wasn't blind, but...he'd had his fill the night before.

Paperwork wasn't the only thing he did last night.

That thing -- actually, that person -- was waiting for him to return from his routine check-up. Hatori tried to summon the courage needed to push Akito away. No, he couldn't give in. Not when someone he loved dearly was waiting for him. With his hands on her shoulders he pushed her away, forcefully as if to make his point.

Too bad his groin disagreed with him.

Akito snarled like an animal, trying to regain her breath. What did he think he was doing? Pushing her away! It only fueled the fire within her. Her desire to control, to own. And she owned him, no question. He was one of hers.

And he would do what she said.

"You would disobey me?"

Hatori wasn't sure what to say. The wrong answer would make Akito angry. Oh, who was he fooling? Akito was already angry, but he couldn't tell her the truth. No, that was not an option.

"Answer me!"

"If you're not quiet, you'll wake Shigure," he managed to reply.

SLAP!

"At least he does as he's told!"

Hatori wanted to recoil from Akito as she slapped him a second time, but he accepted his punishment without question. He even allowed the young woman to shove at his shoulders, forcing him onto his back. He was surprised when she practically pounced on him. His breathing hitched as he felt her body moving on top of his. Swallowing took some effort as he tried to control his body. Even when Akito daringly ripped open his pants and thrust her hand inside.

Akito grinned evilly as she pulled Hatori's swelling flesh from his pants. It took some doing, his boxers only a minor impediment. Even half hard, it made her preen inside. So he wasn't totally unemotional. Good to know. She could use that later.

"I guess ice can be melted," Akito whispered, her lips lightly brushing his left cheek. She gave a not-so-light tug to his hardening member before asking, "Why do you fight it, Hatori?"

Hatori groaned, still not trusting himself to answer aloud. Instead he forced himself to relax. She couldn't know the truth, and the only way to hide it would be to let her have her way. He was unsettled at the thought, but if it protected his love, he'd accept it.

And prayed that she would as well.

Akito gently stroked his engorged flesh, sensing his submission. It came as something of a surprise. She was hoping for more of a fight. Where had the fight in him gone? Was he afraid now? She shivered happily at the thought. For his good behavior, she trailed a line of kisses along his jaw before reaching his ear. She suckled the lobe, earning a low moan from the doctor.

"Do you love me, Hatori?" Akito whispered in his ear.

"Of course," came his breathless reply.

Akito smiled, licking the inside of his ear before nibbling gently on the top lobe. "Are you going to stop fighting me? Will you do as I say?"

There was a moment of pause before he answered, "Hai."

"Good." She noted the whimper of dissatisfaction when she removed her hand from his now fully swollen member. "I'll return to that. Don't worry." She kissed him lightly, her hands resting on his chest. "Consider it your punishment."

Hatori had actually opened his mouth to comment, but it was of little use. Her lips had closed over his, her tongue working its way into the cavern of his mouth. In the meantime, her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. His breath caught as buttons began popping in frustration. Cool air caressed his skin before the warmth of her fingertips, the torn remnants of his shirt pushed aside to give her better access.

Akito preened at the new found obedience in her dragon. It may have been his nature to fight back, but those days days were over. He would never fight her again. Not after she was through with him. Oh no. No. He'd be begging for more.

Breaking the kiss, she licked her way back to his ear. She played with his earlobe with her tongue before taking it between her lips. His body relaxed a little more under her and she rewarded him by suckling a soft spot on his neck, just below his ear. He moaned at the attention, a shiver coursing through his body.

"Touch me," she whispered into his ear, before trailing kisses across his shoulder.

Hatori held his breath as shaky hands reached for her slender form. In his mind he tried to picture his love, but for some reason it just wouldn't stick. Was it the feel of her skin? The way she moved against him? Her skin was smooth, but there was little tone to the muscle. His love had wonderful tone, especially in her arms. And she didn't move as eagerly as Akito, her kisses much more compassionate. Akito's kisses held much emotion, but it was nothing to compare to real love.

Even with these arguments in mind, Hatori's hands moved along Akito's body, caressing her sides, tickling the skin above her ribcage, then moving backward, caressing upward to her shoulder and then downward over her back. He gasped, his body jumping in excitement as she licked at his nipples, plucking at them with her teeth. First one, then the other, over and over. He relaxed a little more as Akito moaned in pleasure, his own pleasure beginning to build.

Akito continued to kiss his body, lavishing his skin with her tongue, moving ever downward. She felt the head of his manhood against her thigh, felt her body respond to the touch. He was hard, there was no doubt, but she didn't want to end the game so soon. Not until she had absolute submission, his undying devotion. She teased as she moved her body lower, rubbing her wet folds against the head of his hardness. She smiled as he groan, his hips jerking upward.

"Not just yet," she cooed against his stomach. "You're punishment isn't over."

Akito continued her explorations, dipping her tongue into his navel. He wasn't too differently built from either Kureno or Shigure, but the contours of his chest and stomach interested her. The way his pecs clenched when she bite into sensitive flesh. The quivering rise and fall as he breathed. The unsteady rhythm with which his stomach would sink, rise, then sink again as she moved lower still. She loved the way he reacted to her. It only made her want him more.

He was hard steel all over, aching, burning. His hands unconsciously buried themselves in her hair after she stripped his pants and boxers to his knees. He pulled her to him as she grasped his aching erection in her hands.

She only laughed, squeezing him ungently.

He gasped, biting his lower lip. Again he tried to picture his love, but this was something they had not tried yet. Something he had hoped to save for later. Still he conjured her face in his mind, imagined how her lips would feel over him. How rough her tongue would feel as she licked his head Reflexively his hands clenched in Akito's hair, pulling her closer on instinct.

She was working him lightly, stroking first the head with her tongue, then taking him into her mouth a little at a time. His insistent hands forced her down, almost shoving himself completely inside of her. She nearly choked, managing to pull away to catch her breath. Then she went back to teasing him, engulfing his length in her mouth and moving slowly over him. His breath hitched and she felt his entire body shiver. Was he close?

Pulling away, she used her hands to massage his length, watching him intently. She met with glassy eyes staring right back at her. They sent a shockwave of warmth through her own body and her excitement doubled.

She had to have him. Now!

But there was still a matter of domination.

She smiled coldly, "It would serve you right if I left you like this. A fitting enough punishment, don't you think?"

Hatori only whimpered in response. It would be best if she left him in such a state. He could take care of the rest himself. Maybe his love would take care of it for him. He smiled inwardly, the edges of his lips tugging upward. If it was anything like what he just experienced, he'd have the greatest orgasm of his life.

Akito pouted, hoping for a greater reaction from the doctor. But his body responded for him, his dick twitching in her hands. She wondered, with some degree of fascination, if he would taste just as good cumming in her mouth as either of his cousins. She'd already had a small taste and she was eager for more.

"But I'm going to let it slide," she said, stressing the final word. "Just this once." She licked his head like an ice cream cone and smiled up at him. "Am I not kind?"

All he could do was nod, letting his head fall back to the floor. He sighed as her mouth engulfed him again, muttered incoherent curses and blessings as she worked him. He closed his eyes, his body fiercely trying to fight off the inevitable. This wasn't his love. This was wrong. But it mattered little as a wall of pleasure slammed into him. He opened his mouth to cry out, vaguely remembering that they weren't really alone in the room. His hands clutched at the tattered edges of his shirt as he felt himself fall over the edge.

She gave his member one last tug with her teeth before completely taking him into her mouth. She moaned as hot cum poured into her mouth. Yes, she thought with an inward smile. She had him! Finally! With expert ease, she accepted his offering, swallowing all but a few drops. When finished, she licked him clean, moving her hips away from his face. Then she crawled up beside him, laying herself on top of him like a blanket.

"That was very good, my pet," she whispered, placing a light kiss to an unmarked spot on his chest. "But I'm afraid we're not quite finished yet."

Her words registered in his mind, and a shiver crawled up Hatori's spine. 'No,' he thought miserably. 'No more.' He felt her on top of him, felt her hands already beginning another dance over his skin. 'Please,' he thought. 'This can't go any further. Maybe when I open my eyes, this will all have been a bad dream. Yes, that's it.'

And when he opened his eyes...

...Shigure was watching them.


~TO BE CONTINUED~


DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please don't sue. No money is being made from the production of this story therefore I have no money to give you.