Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Patterns ❯ Office Patterns ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

PATTERNS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Ah, another spin-off! This story focuses on Ayame Sohma and his assistant, Mine. AU to the furuba universe, this story takes place roughly three months after the end of "The Difference Between Love and Hate." Warnings for a semi-serious (and sometimes totally serious) Ayame and perhaps a slightly OOC Mine. It's Mine's turn again. LEMON warning. ^^ Standard Disclaimer follows story.


Part Four - OFFICE PATTERNS




Someone pinch me!

We've kissed not once, but twice!

My body is filled with warmth and a feeling of euphoria that causes my limbs to go numb and my vision to grow hazy. I fell like I'm watching a show now, like I've left my body and I'm watching things as they happen to me.

He's so close to me know. Just inches from me. I want to be closer, but his hands halt any attempt I make. I whimper, unsure why he's keeping me at a distance, even as small as a few inches.

Does he not want this?

Am I dreaming again?

To confirm the reality of the situation I lean forward and press my lips to his. He answers my kiss with a passion that's both comforting and overwhelming. He moves another inch closer but continues to stay my hips. Maybe I'm trying to move too fast.

//Then let me show you. May I, Mine?//

The kiss breaks and my lips form words that my brain can't quite comprehend. "A-ayame, onegai. Show me...."

The pause that follows is brief, and almost painful. The silence has me mesmerized. Oh why can't I get closer to him?

My knees close in on his hips, to hold him at least in some way. My fingers dance along his chest over the cloth of his jacket. I want to touch his skin, to strip him of his garments and be rid of my own. An unusual hissing sound escapes from his lips, before he leans back in to kiss me. It's a brush of lips, which he does over and over again.

"Mine, perhaps we should continue this elsewhere."

I suppress another whimper. Some part of my logical mind responds to this, forcing my legs to relax and allowing him to step away from me. The illogical part of my mind is screaming for me to take control, but his golden eyes assure me that there is more to come.

Being led around the shop, I feel like a marionette who's strings have been cut and is learning to walk for the first time. My eyes are hypnotized as Ayame leads me through the shop and into the back room. I can focus on nothing but him as we slowly take the stairs to the second floor.

Where did he say we were going?

It matters little. I want to feel his lips on mine again, feel his fingers digging into my flesh. He can take me on the stairs for all I care. No one can will see us here.

Golden eyes pierce mine and I came back into reality for the first time since we left downstairs. Questions fill my head, along with thoughts of my dream just this morning. Is this really happening? Are we really going to--?

We've stopped just outside a door marked "private". This must be his private office. I'd never been in the room. Honestly I never thought it existed. When he said he was going to his private office I always thought he was leaving through the back door or something.

"Mine." My name sounds like a harsh whisper as he pulls me closer, nuzzling his nose into my hair. I hear him inhale, feel his body shiver with his own desire. Perhaps his own uncertainty.

"H-hai?" My voice is unsteady. I'm not sure if I want to bolt, or push him against the door and ask him to take me. I may be forward, but I do have my own propriety to think about.

I draw back to see his face, once again engulfed in those golden orbs. He stares back with uncertainty and need. No, I think it's something that goes beyond sexual longing. The glow in his eyes is simply too primal. It's more like a basic need, like food or water.

I love that look.

I love the sound of my name when he says it.

I love...him.

"Ayame?"

He groans, opening the door as if by magic and dragging me inside. Our lips meet in another passionate duel of tongues. I very much enjoy the feel of him inside my mouth, briefly wondering if he'll feel this good inside other parts of my body.

Then he presses his hips against mine, causing us both to gasp and break the kiss. I'm not much smaller than him, but I can feel a hard bulge pressing into my lower stomach. I lick my lips instinctively and he kisses me again.

He pulls away slightly, still grinding his hips into my lower belly. I moan at the delicious sensations he's causing and he groans in response. He licks HIS lips -- oh what an erotic sight -- before he speaks softly.

"Mine, I simply have to have you."

"H-hai."

He pulls me into the room, the door closing behind us. Did he do that or is it automatic? In any case, my breath is once more taken away. Not only by the shear beauty that is Ayame, but also by the decor of the room.

Since when do offices have a king sized bed with red silk sheets and large, fluffy, gold and silver, heart-shaped pillows?

The oddity lasts only a minute. It's strange, but it is perfectly Ayame.

"Do you like it," he whispers softly into my left ear. "I decorated this room particularly to my liking, just in case I needed a place to spend the night if I worked late."

I can only nod in reply. He would've been welcome at my home, but the thought fades as I feel his lips brush against my earlobe. I can feel his warm breath against my neck, his hands gently resting and kneading my shoulders.

Wait a minute, when did he move behind me? Was I that in awe of the room -- or rather, the bed -- that I hadn't seen his movements?

It matters little as his lips graze a sensitive spot on my neck. I gasp, releasing my inhaled breath on a moan. My muscles relax and I feel myself leaning backward. His hands keep me steady, gently kneading my shoulders and slowly making their way down my back.

My eyes snap open when I feel his fingertips caress the skin of my back. I barely suppress a shiver as they slid downward, tracing the outline of the open back of the dress. They pause only when they run out of flesh. Then one by one he undoes the three remaining ties, exposing more of my flesh to his touch.

My eyes close again as his fingers slide back up to my shoulders. His kisses move to the other side of my neck, forcing me to tilt my head in the opposite direction. It eventually falls backward, resting on one of his shoulders as his fingers continue working their magic. I hear him moan as his hands rest on my shoulders before sliding the sleeves of the dress down my arms.

Again my eyes open as a cool breeze blows over my now exposed body. My head lifts and the first thing I see is my own reflection. I don't remember standing in front of a mirror. No, the entire wall opposite me is a mirror. The haze in my mind dwindles slightly as a conscious part of my brain says, "Oh Kami, I'm naked!"

Ayame doesn't seem to mind though. I can see him reflected in the mirrors on the wall as well. His long hair nearly covering his face, I can still see the gold of his eyes through the curtain of white. He does have such beautiful hair and the most wonderful eyes. His lips continue to burn the skin of my neck and shoulder, all the while watching me in the mirror.

Is it my imagination, or are his eyes really glowing that beautiful golden hue?

Mesmerized, I watch as soft hands sneak around from behind. Warm fingertips brush across the skin of my waist and ribs once more. Tingly sensations like the ones I felt downstairs return three-fold, causing me to gasp. I blink rapidly at the new feelings, all the while held captive by the image in the mirror.

I continue to watch as those fingers slowly make their way up my ribcage. The hands pause as Ayame lifts his head, placing one last kiss to my shoulder before meeting my eyes in the mirror. His lips move closer to my ear and he whispers, "I'll stop Mine. If you ask me to, I will stop. I don't want to hurt you."

I feel myself smile at his considerate words. "You're not hurting me," I assure him. My right hand reaches back for him, resting on his hip and completely visible in the mirror. "You could never hurt me, Ayame."

"You are truly beautiful, Mine," he says breathlessly against my ear. His thumbs begin to stroke the underside of my breasts. I gasp at the unfamiliar touch, then relax as a feeling of warmth washes over me and spreads through my middle.

"Not as beautiful as you," I manage to croak as his left hand raises to fully cup the weight of my left breast. I sigh, leaning backward and trying to push myself further into his touch.

I hear him hiss lightly, the movement of his hands pausing. For a moment I think I've done something wrong. His eyes flash, then a small smile appears on his face. He leans down to place a kiss behind my ear, both hands reaching up to cup my breasts and squeeze them lightly.

"There are many beautiful things in this world," he whispers, his voice dropping to that register I find oh, so appealing. He molds my breasts together and I moan at the sensation.

"For beauty comes in many forms."

His forefingers begin a tantalizing dance around my nipples and my breath catches as his tongue licks a trail from my ear to my shoulder. My eyes blink rapidly again, but this time I have to close them. The warmth coursing through my body is setting me on fire. My heartbeat is erratic and I can feel it pound in time to he throbbing between my legs. He's barely touched me, yet I can't help but be turned on.

"It is an art, Mine."

He places a line of kisses along my shoulder, releasing my breasts for a moment and stepping to move beside me. The hand that I had placed on his hip can stretch no further, carefully caressing him as he moves. Through the fabric I can feel his muscles jump and for a brief moment I come into contact with something very large and very warm. I gasp. He groans, his right hand finding my left breast and pinching my nipple between his fingers.

"And art should be cherished."

I cry out as his lips kiss another trail across my shoulder. My hand grasps onto his hip as he's suddenly in front of me. I can feel his warmth float through the air between us. His hands continue molding and kneading my breasts, his fingers playing with my hardened nipples.

"Just like you should be cherished."

My eyes snap open at his words. It's a very big compliment coming from him. I should be embarrassed, but his words only serve to add more flames to my already raging fire. My left hand joins my right in resting on his hips as he leans forward. My eyes are locked with his, closing only when I feel he's near enough to kiss me.

I'm disappointed when his lips don't find mine, and doubly surprised when I feel those soft lips close around my left nipple. His left hand continues to mold my other breast and I feel the fingers of his other hand trail down my side, to my waist and lower until it reaches the damp fabric of my underwear.

The picture we make in the mirror is very erotic, with him suckling my breast like an infant. My hands move of their own accord, both fisting into his gorgeous white hair, holding him to me and wanting him closer. His fingers caress my womanhood through the cotton of my panties as his other hand leaves my breast to rest on my hip.

Suddenly his fingers breach the barrier of my panties and I can feel his touch in the most sensitive of places. Feel him moan and whimper against my breasts as he plays with me, his fingers caressing my folds. His thumb rubs against my clitoris as another finger finds its way inside of me.

"A-ya...Ayame!"

Throwing my head back, I cry out his name. My knees are getting weaker and I'm losing my balance. The warmth coursing through my body rises, like lava in a volcano. As his lips leave one breast for the other, he adds a second finger to the mix. I cry out again, engulfed in flaming white light.

My fingers clutch at his hair, my legs shivering from having to hold my own weight. Then suddenly I'm weightless, floating. The heat of my body lifts as I feel my skin encased in something cool.

When my eyes finally open, I'm lying on the cool satin bed sheets and staring up into two stunning golden orbs. His smile begins to spread warmth through me again. I reach up a hand to stroke a cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into my touch.

"If art is truly something to be cherished," I whisper to him, my voice sounding almost unfamiliar to my own ears. "Then why are you still dressed? Am I not allowed to cherish you, Ayame?"

He leans down to give me a long, lingering, wet kiss before crawling off of the bed with my panties in tow. Now completely naked, I roll onto my side to watch him.

He smiles again, facing me as he begins to unbutton his jacket. His fingers work slowly, the smile growing until finally the buttons are undone. With a little grace -- and a little dance -- he removes his jacket, carefully tossing the garment over the back of a nearby chair.

I bite my bottom lip as his chest and arms are revealed to me. Flawless, pale skin over taut muscle. He's not well defined, like a wrestler or a bodybuilder, but you can still see his pecks, and if I'm not mistaken there's a slight hint of his abs just above the waistband of his pants.

My tongue quickly leaves my mouth to wet my drying lips as he continues his little striptease. With his thumbs tucked under the waistband of his pants, he turns hi back to me. Curious I raise an eyebrow, only to get another little dance as he wiggles his butt. I giggle. It makes for quite an amusing -- not to mention attractive -- show.

But the laughter fades as he slowly pulls down his pants. I'm once gain graced with a little wiggle of his butt as the material slides downward to his knees. I can't help but gasp in surprise when I get a clear view of his rear and realize, with a heavy blush, that he's not wearing any underwear.

Turning around, I hold my breath as my eyes take in the full sight of him naked. I'd only seen this in my dreams before and he was nothing like the "David" he is standing before me. I can feel my blush deepen as my eyes trail lower, glancing at his toned chest and abs and lower to long legs and something else that I find totally mind-blowing. He's fully erect and posing like Michaelangelo's "David". I giggle again and his smile widens.

"You're truly a...work of art," I manage to say.

"Arigato," he replies.

He walks slowly over to the bed. My eyes take in every detail while the molten pool of lava lurches upward in my stomach. Placing his hands on the edge, he leans over to kiss me again. I lean forward to meet him, pressing my lips to his passionately.

Crawling onto the bed, he remains at my side, kissing my lightly several times before completely lying down. I look at him, wondering what it is we're going to do next. The heat in my middle is causing quite a stir now, and I can't quite seem to take my eyes off of his enlarged manhood.

Kami, but he's huge!

"This is all for you, Mine," he says, stretching out on top of the silk covers. He smiles a very provocative smile, placing his hands behind his head. "Do whatever you wish!" His voice then drops to a whisper as he says, "All I ask is that you be gentle with me."

"Hai," I whisper, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on his lips.

Tentatively I begin exploring his body as he did mine. My hands float across the smooth skin of his chest, stopping only to play with his nipples. He moans at my ministrations, his eyes watching every move I make. It's somewhat eerie, yet breathtaking to know he's watching me. But when I add my lips, placing them everywhere my hands had been, he closes his eyes and whispers my name.

He is truly beautiful in his pleasure. A true work of art.

I leisurely make my way down to his navel, my tongue flicking outward to taste his skin and dip into the little crevice. His hips jerk upward, his muscles jerking and relaxing, and I can feel his hardened length against my chest. Suddenly a naughty thought come to mind and I glance upward to see Ayame's reaction, but his eyes are still closed.

Fine then. Emboldened by his responsiveness, I kiss a bit of flesh just below his navel, before a small trail of white hair begins. My eyes follow that trail downward until they meet with a very large and very erect penis. My lips dry and I lick them instinctively. With shaky hands I wrap my fingers around him, amazed and awed by the sheer contrast of him.

"Mine, onegai. Onegai."

My finger tighten around his engorged cock and my hands being moving in up and down in a slow rhythm. He moans again, his hips trying to help with the rhythm. I place a light kiss to his hip, causing his entire body to jerk. He moans my name again, a quiet plea.

My hands move faster and out of sheer curiosity I add my mouth to the mix. Taking the head of his erection into my mouth, I taste something unfamiliar. It's not bad, a bit salty with a tangy aftertaste of something...unique. Truly Ayame. I hear his moan of pleasure and decide to take more of him into my mouth. I know I will not be able to fit all of him, so my hands continue to stroke what is still exposed.

His moans give way to twists and bucks. One thrust nearly sent his entire manhood into my mouth and throat. Thankfully I managed the few seconds without choking. I released him from my mouth, my hands moving to stroke at his balls absently. He groans at the lost contact, his eyes opening to look at me.

That one look, totally primal and hot with need, boars into my very soul. My breathing suddenly speeds up and my body fills with warmth and delight. Kami, please! I'm going to die. Surely in this pleasure I'm going to die!

"Lay by me," Ayame tells me.

I'm quick to obey, lying beside him on my back.

He sits up, moving his body over mine. He holds his upper body with is arms, his lower body pressed securely into mine. I entangle one of my legs with his, ensuring that he cannot possibly leave me. He smiles, leaning forward for another kiss. Oh, but I can't get enough of his kisses.

And his tongue...WHOA!

He breaks the kiss, pushing his hips into mine and spreading my legs with one of his. I moan at the contact, raising my hips into his. I can feel the head of his erection brush through my wet folds and I moan again. He moans in return.

"This may hurt at first, Mine," he tells me.

I look up at him, staring into his glowing golden eyes. I could get lost just staring into them all day....

My dream is interrupted by a piercing pain. My body tenses and my muscles go into spasms. I can feel Ayame pushing himself inside of me. I know I should relax, to allow my body time to adjust, but the pain is almost too much. I wince, tears stinging my eyes.

"Mine?"

His voice is like a cool liquid on a hot day. I can feel my body start to relax and my muscles less tense. I force myself to be calm, opening my eyes to look at him again. He's smiling at me through the haze of tears.

"It's all right," he says soothingly. "The pain won't last long. I promise."

I can only nod in reply. My body is too intent on a new sensation. A kind of friction that both burns and soothes. As the friction grows, I can feel warmth envelope me. The pain I once felt dulls before disappearing into a wash of pleasure unlike I've ever felt.

I raise my legs, pressing my knees tightly into Ayame's hips as the pace he's set speeds up. My hips then start pushing back, causing the friction to grow again. I moan, pulling my knees in tighter, wanting him to go faster, to take him deeper in side of me.

The speed of his thrusts picks up yet again and I raise my hips to accept the almost violent hammering. He's driving his entire length into me, almost completely backing out before hammering home. The sensations he's causing are incredible, causing me to lose all train of thought.

My eyes seek out his in a building haze of pleasure. I find them closed, his focus solely on his body and its growing sensations. His mouth is parted in a little "o", his breathing jerky and uneven. His eyes open at that last second before orgasm and we stare at each other in our final moments.

"Ayame, AH!"

Gold turns to white as light explodes in front of my eyes. The molten pool inside my stomach explodes, rushing outward into my limbs and up to my brain. I cry out his name, my body losing the last of its energy before crashing back into the silk sheets.

"Mine?"

There's a moment of pause before I hear him whisper my name, feel the brush of his lips on my forehead, then the wonderful sensation of sinking into oblivion.



~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. Some liberties have been taken...and not necessarily for myself.... ^_-