Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Like Sand Through an Hour Glass ❯ A Good Show ( Chapter 3 )

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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.

Now with her dragon finally in the game, Akito decides to have a little fun. And what fun would it be without a little blackmail material. But who will be blackmailing who later? WARNING: spoilers for later chapters in the manga, het lemon and bits of yaoi. Pairings: Akito x Hatori, Shigure x Akito, Shigure x Hatori, and Shigure x Akito x Hatori. In case you're still curious, you'll find out Hatori's love's name in this chapter as well. 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 Three - A Good Show



"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view."

"Go back to sleep, Shigure."

"But then I'll miss the show."

"I don't remember giving you permission to watch," Akito snarled.

"When you do it all out in the open, you leave yourself...well...open to these things." A chuckle. "Ohayo, Ha-san. Interesting morning, eh?"

"Shigure, go back to sleep."

"Ah, but you didn't say please!"

Akito scowled into Hatori's shoulder. She cursed the inu for being awake. Now all he was going to be was an obstacle. A nuisance. A distraction. And she was so close to bringing her dragon into the fold. All it would take was one more step.

"What are you so chipper about?"

"I got a good night's sleep. Unlike someone else, Mr. Grouch."

Hatori visibly flinched and Akito paused in her ministrations. "Did you just call me, Mr. Grouch? You haven't called me that since college."

"And who wouldn't have! You weren't exactly a morning person back then."

Just one more, tinsy little step.

"Why are we talking about that now?"

"Because I was certain you didn't want to talk about, well, current situations."

"Yes. That."

She had wanted Hatori's full attention. Wanted to completely devour him. But if Hatori were to argue again -- especially now that Shigure was awake -- a distraction might be in order.

"Did you enjoy it?"

A sigh. "That's hardly a decent question, Shigure."

"You don't seem to be arguing...even now...."

"Shigure...." Hatori's voice held a warning.

The inu only chuckled some more. "Shall we talk about our college days then? I'm sure Akito would enjoy some of the stories. Especially the time when--!"

"Don't even, Shigure. Don't even."

Akito turned her head, placing a light kiss to Hatori's right shoulder and smiled. Maybe her pet inu would be useful after all.

"But this one was about Aya!"

Hatori sighed again, his body tensing and relaxing against his will. "It doesn't matter."

As the two continued to converse, Akito continued her mindless explorations. Her dragon was already becoming hard in her hand again and seemingly unaware of it. Good. Just a few more tugs...THERE! Hard as a rock.

Slowly she shifted her body downward, trailing kisses as she went. She felt the automatic response of his body, felt her body respond in kind. She sighed happily at the feel of her nipples dragging across his flesh. Felt her legs quiver at the feel of his erection against her inner thigh.

"Ha-san, so mean. Keeping all the good things to yourself."

Confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Akito wanted to growl. Wanted to draw Hatori's attention. But instead, grasped his hardened length and began a downward descent with her hips. The head of his manhood brushed against her folds, bumping her clit unintentionally. Biting her lips she held back a shout. She almost came then!

Worse was when she finally managed to settle over him, the tip of his length poking inside of her. Gods how she wanted to ride him like an animal, to feel him coming inside of her. This was bound to be one of her best orgasms yet.

"I wanna play too!"

"Shigure, I have no idea wha--!"

Hatori gulped, cutting himself off in mid-sentence when he felt Akito slowly slide herself over him. How had she managed to--? Shigure. It had all been a distraction. He had concentrated on the dog, pushed his thoughts far from where they had been. Unfortunately for him, his body was well aware of the treatment it had received. He cursed his cousin and friend, cursing also his weak, male body.

"You can play later," Akito finally spoke up. She sat up slowly, taking more and more of him inside of her as she did. By the time she was fully upright he was lodged inside of her as far as he could go. Akito's smile was content, a fire burning in her eyes as they met Hatori's. "This game is for me and my dragon."

Shigure said nothing, lounging back in the bed as Akito took what she wanted. She spared Hatori nothing, riding him first slowly, then quickly, then slowly again. The dog wasn't sure if he should be proud he taught her that trick or curse himself for even bothering to watch. Hatori, he knew, was uncomfortable. That was the reason behind his prattle earlier. Neither of them expected Akito to continue. Then again, very little stopped Akito when it came down to it.

Resigning himself to fate, Shigure continued to lie in bed, one hand behind his head and the other lower, moving ever so slowly over his own erection. Hatori had closed his eyes again. Was he thinking of his lover? Or was it Akito? Shigure could smell the stench of sex in the room, and although most of it was covered from the combined scent of their late night lovemaking and Akito's little game with Hatori, he could still pick out one other scent...faint as it may be. He was somewhat surprised, but not very.

Hatori wanted to scream...but from pleasure or from torture he wasn't sure. He had already cursed himself again, already tried thinking of the one waiting for him in his office. The picture still varied between her and Akito, although Hatori could notice a particular difference.

That difference, however, was mute as Akito began quickening her pace. She was on the verge of orgasm; he could feel her vaginal muscles spasm and contract. Still he grit his teeth, riding out Akito's loud outburst and mind-blowing finish.

But when she came down from her pleasure, she was disappointed by the fact that Hatori had not come with her. Was he holding back again? He could've been doing it on purpose, like Shigure, but she doubted it. No. He was purposefully holding back from her. Unacceptable.

"Hatori," she cooed, leaning forward to trail a line of kisses along his abdomen to his chest. "You're not being very cooperative." She clenched her vaginal muscles, squeezing him as tightly as she could until she heard him moan. "You're supposed to do as I say, remember?"

Hatori's eyes opened slightly. His mouth dry, he could only answer by nodding.

"Show me you love me," she crooned against his stomach, moving upward until she was sitting above him again. She rolled her hips forward, then backward as if testing something. creating a slow, steady rhythm. "Come with me."

Hatori felt himself relax, but from sheer force of will or rush of pleasure he wasn't certain. He felt his pleasure building, knew that when she came again he would barely be able to hold himself back. He didn't want this. No, this couldn't be happening. Fists clenched at his sides, he felt himself start when he heard a voice whisper in his ear, "Don't fight her. It'll only make her take more."

Shigure? Hatori's eyes opened. He had a wonderful view of Akito, her face a mask of pleasure, her eyes half-laden with satisfaction. He followed the rise and fall of her breasts as she moved, saw the place where they were joined, her sheath moving over him in a steady rhythm. He caught himself from licking his dried lips, tearing his eyes away from her completely. Fists clenched tighter and he felt his fingernails dig into his palm.

"Relax, Ha-san. It's not like it's going to hurt."

"Shigure, what are you doing?" Akito's tone was accusatory.

"I'm only helping out, Akito-san." Shigure smiled at his god. "Ha-san likes it when you talk dirty to him."

Through clenched teeth Hatori growled, "Shigure...!"

"Think of it this way," he whispered again in the doctor's ear. "If Akito's happy, she'll leave you alone." Shigure eyed Akito. She was watching them closely. Giving her a wink, he continued to whisper softly, "More importantly, she may leave Tohru alone. Just do as she says."

Hatori closed his eyes again. The groan that escaped sounded pained, but only pleasure rushed through his body. His cousin did have a point. But was it true? And how did he know about him and Tohru?

Akito was going to argue, but through her haze filled mind she could feel certain changes in the dragon. As her pace increased she felt him thrusting inside of her, his hips lifting off the floor to meet her as she came down. His breathing had increased in tempo. Sweat was forming on his forehead and face. His mind may have fought her, but his body was her willing slave. He was going to come with her, she knew it!

Fingernails scratching the floor, Hatori felt his orgasm approach, crest and recede almost in the same moment. Only to be hit by it a second time. It was sometime during the third or fourth rush that he knew he came, releasing himself inside of Akito as she had instructed. He groaned, his head tossing right, then left, then right before all energy left his body.

"See Ha-san," Shigure whispered one last time. "It's not so bad. Ne?"

Hatori forced his eyes open. He so wanted to say something to his cousin. Something to the effect that he was a dirty, rotten bastard and that he should burn in hell. But who was he to talk? Especially now.

Before he could say anything though, Shigure was gone.

He turned his head to look for his cousin, finding him...or at least his knees. He was sitting at Hatori's feet. A moan drew his attention further. It was too high pitched to be Shigure's. Lifting his head a fraction of an inch, he found himself free of Akito, his soaked, limp member laying on his groin. But she was till there, sitting on Shigure's lap at his feet. The position was right and he could tell that they were joined together. He looked away, wanting to move his body, but it refused to budge.

'Damn it,' Hatori thought, wincing when he heard Akito moan in pleasure. 'Couldn't he have waited until I left?'

The inu wasted no time in joining the game. Akito slumped forward after she climaxed and Shigure used that moment to sneak around behind her. When she lifted herself from Hatori, Shigure grasped her hips, pulling her back onto his lap. His aching length sunk into her easily, almost too quickly. He sighed as her still pulsing muscles worked over his length and they moaned together in pleasure.

Akito had not expected Shigure to enter the game so boldly. She had barely come down from her orgasm when she found another beginning to build. Just having the inu inside of her could do that. An interesting experience. Since he was behind her, she leaned forward, expecting him to place her in the usual position. However, Shigure stopped her, wrapping his arms around her middle to keep her in place.

"Just stay like this," he instructed. "Can you're knees reach the ground?"

Akito's breath was shaky, the back of her head resting against his shoulder as she managed to reply, "H-hai."

Shigure kissed her temple, the fingers of his left hand caressing her stomach as the other held her in place. "Then ride me like this."

It was an even bolder statement, but Akito didn't argue. There was an ache in the pit of her stomach and she wanted it to go away. She felt her blood pressure rise as she began to lift herself from him, only to be pulled back down. Over and over again in a steady but grinding rhythm. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't exactly gentle. They slammed against one another, burning, aching, needing. She arched her back, wanting to take him deeper as another orgasm threatened to explode her.

Shigure's hands worked her breasts, his tongue laving a certain spot on her neck. He wanted to prolong their play, but being denied while Hatori had all the fun, he decided it best to get it out of his system. He could feel that Akito was weakening, his hands practically lifting and pulling on her to gain the friction they both craved. She was close too. It wouldn't be long now as he worked himself to be able to come with her.

"Ah, Shigure! Don't stop! Onegai...."

Akito's outburst drew Hatori's attention once more. He had managed into a sitting position, managed to pull himself backward to give them what little privacy he could. But his clothes remained strewn, his body exposed. His eyes had been diverted until that moment, when Akito asked Shigure not to stop. His eyes swiveled about, settling on his two cousins. He suddenly wanted to look away, but found that he could not. It was a somewhat...fascinating...sight.

Feeling eyes on her, Akito lifted her head. Her dark orbs met with two others. So the dragon had found the voyeur in him, had he? She tucked that bit of info away as thinking became increasingly difficult. Maintaining eye contact with Hatori, she screamed her release, slamming herself down on Shigure one last time. She was rewarded with the inu's release, his seed washing her insides. She took solace in his arms tightening around her as her remaining energy seeped from her and she slumped forward.

"I'm...tired," she stated breathlessly.

Shigure kissed her cheek before turning her enough to place a peck on her lips. "Then you should rest."

"Put me back in bed, Shigure."

He nodded, lifting her up as he stood. He noticed Hatori had backed himself close to the bed, trying to separate himself from them. 'A little too late, Ha-san,' he thought sadly. He kept a small distance from Hatori, placing akito on top of the sheets by the foot of the bed. She leaned against the wall, snuggling into Shigure who remained beside her.

"Perhaps we should leave you to rest," the dog suggested, moving away.

Akito shook her head. "Not just yet. I want to continue the game."

"Continue?" Shigure arched an eyebrow in surprise.

'Gods, no,' Hatori thought, shaking his head.

"Yes," Akito hissed gleefully. She dared a glance at her dragon, only seeing the back of his head. Then she looked up at Shigure with pleading eyes. "I think a demonstration is in order."

Hatori held his breath. 'A demonstration? Of what?'

"You'll have to be more specific," Shigure intoned, curious.

Akito smile devilishly. She looked back and forth between the two men before replying, "I want you, Shigure, to tame the dragon."

Both men froze simultaneously. "What," was the unanimous reply, although Hatori's voice could be heard above Shigure's. He turned in his place and looked at Akito with serious eyes. "Do you even know what you're asking?"

"Oh yes, I know," Akito smiled innocently like a child. "I know very well."

"That's not exactly...." Shigure wasn't sure how to phrase his argument.

"Proper," Hatori finished for him.

"Shigure," Akito whined. "You'll do this for me, won't you?"

The dog eyed the dragon. Hatori seemed surprised that he'd even contemplate the idea. But it was as he had told him earlier...do as you're told and she'll leave well enough alone. No one else would know...besides maybe Ayame...at a later date. Akito wouldn't tell anyone unless it served a purpose, and at the moment, it would only work to put both of them back in line...especially Hatori. Shigure sighed. 'What to do? What to do?'

Akito grew angry as neither of her pets seemed to want to play together. Her disapproval showed in her voice. "If you both love me, prove it. Do as I say." She leaned back, patiently waiting. "I wanna watch."

Indecisiveness was not an option, Shigure realized and did the only thing he could do. He would feel badly for his cousin later. Maybe.

"Hatori?"

Hatori's body jerked as Shigure knelt beside him; the doctor's face was turned away. He was surprised first by the tone in Shigure's voice. Secondly, by the fact that he had been called by his first name. And thirdly, at how calm the inu seemed to be regarding their predicament. Slowly his head turned, his eyes not wanting to meet his friend's. But Shigure caught his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. He was surprised a fourth time as Shigure's childish smile appeared.

"Think...it'll be just like high school."

Hatori blinked, confused. "High school? Shigure we never d--!"

Any argument Hatori might have had was silenced when Shigure pressed his lips against his. Shock cleared all thought from his mind. His body, too, refused to respond. It wasn't certain how. And the smile he gave him when they separated? Hatori was totally at a loss. There was a fire in his eyes, one that Hatori was familiar with. The same look Shigure gave to most things he wanted...no, coveted. He planned on going through with this, propriety or not.

Shigure was slightly surprised by his friend's slack form when he leaned in and stole a second kiss. Even more surprised by the fact that his friend responded. It was a meager attempt, his lips brushing, moving slowly under his. But it was an attempt nonetheless. Silently he congratulated his friend. The doctor was usually so rigid, so single-minded. They WOULD HAVE done things like this had he been different, even in high school. He may have respected his friend's privacy, but that didn't mean he never thought about it. Kissing him. Touching him.

And it was better than he imagined.

Akito wet her lips unconsciously as she watched her two pets play. It took some time for her dragon to get into it. Always solid as ice. But once he melted, it was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. She watched as they kissed, casually touching each other until those touches became caresses. Then the caresses became needy. What was left of Hatori's shirt was thrown somewhere in the room, Shigure's hands moving from shoulders to stomach and back in all sorts of patterns and lines. His kisses followed, forcing Hatori onto his back once again.

Shigure heard the bed shift, knew that Akito had to maneuver herself into a better position to watch. He hardly cared. He let his fantasies take over. Did fantasies of his best friend, naked, make him a total pervert? Not when his friend returned his kisses, mirrored his touches. It was still surprising to know that this was Hatori, but the dragon always was passionate about things. You'd never know it through his stoic features though.

Hatori knew he was fully naked when he felt the bare floor beneath his feet, Shigure's hands caressing his thighs and downward. He had no idea why he'd given himself up so easily to this instead of fighting back as he had done before. Perhaps it was his own sick fascination. He was curious just how good his cousin was. He wrote this stuff for a living so he had to know SOMETHING, right?

And for some reason, he didn't feel as guilty going through the motions with Shigure as he did with Akito. It was still sex. He was still, in essence, cheating. But for some odd reason or another, he felt little guilt. The voice of reason tried to connect with him, but the pleasure was far too much. He gave himself over to it, allowing himself to be touched, to be loved.

Besides, he may actually learn something useful.

Akito laid down on the futon, watching as Shigure helped Hatori assume the position. There were only so many positions they could use, she supposed, but she had hoped it would be different. Still, it fascinated her to watch. She moaned when they moaned. Shigure grabbed a small tube of lube from somewhere and applied only a small amount. All the while, her fingers dipped into her wet folds to play with herself.

As Shigure took possession of Hatori -- the painful scream muffled by the dragon biting into his arm -- she slipped two fingers inside her center, scissoring them and moving them in time to Shigure's set pace. The two of them slowly began to blur, her fingers moving faster and faster. Her moans joined theirs in the room, her thumb flicking aimlessly at her clit as she pushed a third finger inside herself. She used her free hand to massage her breasts one at a time.

Hatori was the first to climax, still biting into his arm as his release overcame him. White flashed before his eyes, his brain going idle, blank, then idle again. Shigure's hand milked what it could from his waning member as he gave one final thrust, giving into his own release. The dragon felt his breath leave him, felt his cousin go slack above him, leaning on his back for support. Had his orgasm been just as good as his?

Shigure sighed, pulling his flaccid member from the dragon. He grunted, rolling himself onto his back before falling on the floor beside his cousin. They looked at each other for a brief moment. The inu expected some sort of cool comment, some icy remark. Instead he found the same wondrous fascination in his eyes. Perhaps he had a new subject for his next novel.

Akito cried out last, four fingers working in and out of her cunt. She screamed with her orgasm, her body flailing on the bed like a fish out of water. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to be blinded by light, unable to think, to stand, to move. Her head turned to the left, her eyes focusing on her spent cousins. Were they done playing? She had the grace to pout, pulling her fingers from her center. Sitting up she asked them, "Are you finished already?"

"You look pretty spent yourself," Shigure commented. He forced himself to sit up. Reaching, he found her right hand, the one she had used to get herself off. With a smile he told her, "You were supposed to be resting."

Akito hissed as he sucked on one of her fingers. "Are you hungry, my pet? You truly are insatiable."

Shigure laughed. "Perhaps."

Hatori moved to sit and winced. A small shot of pain worked its way up his spine. 'He should've used more lube,' he thought with a resigned sigh. But it hadn't been all that bad, and his curiosity had been sated. Shame he didn't learn anything useful though.

"Hatori...come join us," Akito urged.

The doctor looked up to see Akito and Shigure curled up on the futon. He paused for only a moment before replying, "I do have other patients I need to see today."

That was not the right answer for Akito. "Are you disobeying me?"

"I mean no disrespect," Hatori answered quickly, shaking his head. "But I do have a job to do."

"Is that so?" Akito turned to look at Shigure, lying beside her. "And what about you? Don't you have a novel you should be writing?"

Shigure shrugged. "Unlike Ha-san, my schedule is...how should I put this...not quite as tight."

Hatori groaned at his cousin's bad pun.

Akito pouted. She had wanted to play with both of her pets, but then one was still more or less unwilling. So what if he had work to do? He could reschedule, couldn't he? Wasn't that one of the privileges to being a doctor? Setting your own schedule? Besides, she was tired of playing with just Shigure. Both of them would be more fun. And Hatori wasn't exactly rushing to get dressed. She smiled.

"I'm only asking for a few more minutes. Then you may see to the rest of your work," she told the doctor. "Now, come. I want you here beside me, Hatori."

Shigure pouted playfully, "What if I don't want to share?"

Akito smiled, caressing his left cheek with her fingertips while her other hand reached lower, her fingernails scraping against his groin. "That's not for you to decide, pet."

By the time Hatori joined them on the futon, Shigure had already claimed Akito's lips in a passionate, ferocious kiss. The doctor was once again left to observe. Until he felt a hand reaching for him, blindly touching his hip and thigh in search of something. It wasn't until after strong fingers grasped onto his flaccid member did he realize that the hand belonged to Shigure. His entire body shook with trepidation and pleasure, his flesh responding to the coaxing from his cousin. He rested his forehead against the back of Akito's head, one of his hands holding onto her hip to keep him steady.

Shigure did his best to ensure that this would be the last game of the day. Reaching his hand Akito's legs, he stroked her into a frenzy before pushing further, reaching for his friend and cousin. He found limp flesh and began coaxing it into a bar of steel. All the while His arm would occasionally bump against Akito's center, earning him moans and squirms of pleasure. Her hands tightened on his flesh, squeezing hard as she continued to move her hands over and around him. He shuddered, mirroring her actions on Hatori, pulling him closer in the process.

Akito sighed contentedly, with her dog before her, in her hands, and the dragon curled up behind her pulling her closer. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her, her body loving the feel of her pets around her as much as she loved the way Shigure's engorged flesh swelled in her hands. Occasionally his arm would bump against her center, causing her to open her legs wider and moan in ecstasy. Nothing in the world could've felt better...until she felt the bluntness of hard flesh against her inner thigh. Felt something thick and swollen push against her opening before successfully finding its way inside. She arched her back, moaning into Shigure's kiss, pleasure causing a thick fog to build in her mind.

Hatori had no idea what was going on until he pushed his way inside Akito, Shigure's hand guiding him until he was fully lodged inside her. Being in a somewhat dominant position, he decided to take out a bit of frustration, slamming himself inside of her harshly. She cried out into the kiss and he slammed harder, moved faster. He came before she could reach her peak, pulling himself free before she had a chance to retaliate.

Laughing inwardly, Shigure broke the kiss with Akito, her whimpers of frustration and need echoing in the room. 'So Ha-san has a vindictive side in him, eh? Oh well...more for me!'

But Shigure wasn't much kinder. He pulled Akito's lifted leg over his hip and thrust inside her. While this gave her the right amount of friction to finally reach her peak from before, the dog didn't stop for her to come down. No. His pace matched Hatori's, the force of his thrusts just as fierce. He knew this would totally blow Akito's mind, reaching peak after peak, never stopping until she passed out.

It was his specialty after all.

Akito was putty in Shigure's hands. She tried to push her hips forward, match the speed and intensity of his thrusts, but it was of no use. Her body couldn't move that fast, her breathing hitching as orgasm after orgasm wracked her small frame. 'Don't let it end. Gods, please don't let it end.' And for a while it didn't, her body reaching one peak, then pushing for another, and another.

Then...nothing.

Silence filled the room. Two pairs of eyes met over the still form of the god. One nodded to the other, poking the prone body before mvoing to pull up the covers.

"She's asleep," Shigure announced.

"Are you sure?"

"Hai. Now's our chance."

Hatori and Shigure nodded to one another, gathering their clothes and dressing quickly. The doctor frowned as he realized his shirt was ruined, buttoning his medical coat so as to hide his indiscretion. Shigure was walking towards the door as he grabbed his medical bag. He walked over to join his friend.

"See what you miss when you don't play with us?" Shigure asked as they left Akito's room.

'And I hope to gods I won't have to go through it again,' Hatori replied mentally, leading the way back to his office.


~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.