Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Play With Me ❯ Play With Me ( One-Shot )

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

Play With Me
sentence darefic

A/N: FB is creative genius of Takaya-sensei. No money...don't sue


"Point.....what point?" Ayame paused, turning to Shigure with small grin on his face. "You mean there needs to be a point to this?"

"Yes. There needs to be a point. Otherwise EVERYONE will get lost... And we wouldn't want THAT now would we?" Shigure smirked.

"Well, you know, that would have been nice to have known that at the very beginning...."

"Ano, Shigure-san, Ayame-san?" Tooru walked into Shigure's study with a pensive frown on her face. Shigure seemed to sense what she was afraid of.

"No, Tooru-kun, you're not interrupting *anything*." He looked at Ayame and they shared a wink, before he turned back to Tooru.

"Yokatta!" Tooru smiled with relief, her face lighting up.

Ayame grinned at her expression, then looked back at Shigure.

"Should I leave the room, so you two can be alone?"

Tooru stared blankly at them as Shigure's face lit up.

"Hai!"

"A-ano, Ayame-san is actually the one I need..." Tooru looked stressed.

Shigure pouted while Ayame grinned seductively.

"What's that, Tooru-kun? You need me?" Walking up to where she stood, he placed one hand against the wall, blocking her in.

"How bad?"

Shigure cried behind him, the tears streaming down both cheeks. He shook his head in an erratic manner, before an idea popped into his head. A very naughty idea indeed.

As if Ayame's innuendo wasn't bad enough...

Tooru's eyes widened as sweat began to seemingly pour down her face.

"Aaaa, eto...ummm?"

Ayame grinned widely, leaning towards Tooru's lips. He tilted his head to one side.

Closer. He brushed Tooru's hair away from one of her bright, flushed cheeks.

And closer... He cupped his hand around the back of her neck.

And he kissed her cheek.

Shigure fell over at the cruel joke Ayame had played on him.

Ayame stepped back to admire his handywork. Tooru was blushing a deep shade of red. It extended past her chin to her neck and very top of her chest. He involuntarily licked his lips as he found himself thinking about what was inside that shirt that Tooru wore. And he thanked his lucky stars that Fate had made him a fashion designer with such a keen sense of beauty.

He felt a sharp blow to the back of his legs. He began to fall into Tooru, but was able to steady himself at the last minute. With an apologetic glance at Tooru, he turned to face Shigure, who was standing behind him grinning like a cheshire cat.

Shigure waved his hand at Ayame, his eyes closed innocently.

Ayame cursed underneath his breath. But he had a better idea. He swiveled his body so that he had his back to Tooru, who by this time was shaking slightly.

"Are you jealous, Gure-san?"

Shigure opened his eyes wide, before catching the naughty lilt in Ayame's voice. His eyes glinted mischeviously.

"Not at all, I assume we can share the morsel?"

"But of course, Gure-san...wouldn't have it any other way..."

Tooru blinked, confused by the two mens' comments.

If they noticed her confusion, they didn't let on - maintaining the conversation between themselves...

"Oh Aya-san, you're too kind!"

"Pish, not at all! You're very kind to have the same idea as me!"

"But you flatter ME with that!"

"Iie, Gure-san, you KNOW how you flatter me!"

Tooru was turning to look at each of the men as they spoke, her head volleying back and forth in confusion.

"Maaa Aya-san, Tooru-kun needed you.... Ne, Tooru-kun?" Shigure grinned widely to see the girl looking frazzled.

"Hai! Sumimasen, Shigure-san."

"Daijoubu Tooru-kun! You two go have fun!" Shigure pushed them out the door.

As he slid the door shut behind them, he rubbed his hands gleefully.

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All playfullness was cast aside for a look of concern, as soon as Ayame was alone with Tooru. She walked towards her room, as she knew it would be the only room that no one would enter unannounced.

Ayame followed her, his mind filling with conflicting emotions of surprise, angst and happiness - as well as complete and utter confusion. Why was she leading him to her room? In his mind, he ran over what they might do inside the small sanctuary. His glazed eyes quickly focused on the small woman in front of him, as she spoke.

"Ne, Ayame-san..."

"Tooru-kun?" He looked confused.

"Ayame-san..." Tooru's voice trailed off as she bit her lower lip nervously. Asking him was not going to be easy. She hated to take advantage of the Souma's kindness.

Ayame leaned forward, intrigued by her anxiety. All humor left his soul as he imagined what would make Tooru so nervous... In his mind, he gasped with a sudden thought. Surely she couldn't ask him THAT??

"Ayame-san? Daijoubu desu ka?" Tooru's nervousness increased when she suddenly saw Ayame's face pale slightly and then turn a shade of pink that she had never seen grace his features before.

"Hai Tooru-kun. I'm just wondering what you want to ask me?" He said this as lightly as he could. He realized that he was treading on thin ice. He knew how his brother felt about Tooru, and he knew that sleeping with Tooru was NOT the best way to get his brother to look up to him again.

Tooru regained her composure for a short time, before she realized that she hadn't asked Ayame-san yet... Mustering all of the courage within her innocent soul, her hands tightening into fists, she closed her eyes tightly.

"Ayame-san! Can I play with Ayame-san's hair?!" Her eyes remained closed as she waited for his answer, her heart beating a million times per minute.

Ayame couldn't resist.

"Which hair, Tooru-kun?" His voice was very low and seductive as he slowly walked closer to the trembling girl.

"Which hair? Hah?" Tooru blushed at the closeness of the man in front of her.

Ayame grinned knowingly.

"Hai. It's up to you."

"Hair? Which hair?" Tooru looked thoroughly confused now, much to Ayame's joy.

"... Which hair do you want to play with? You can play with either..."

".......!" Tooru reeled as she realized the implications.

"So...? What's your decision?" Ayame's eyes darkened as he felt himself harden at her innocence.

"Anou.....Ayame-san?"

"You said you wanted to play with my hair, ne?" Seeing Tooru nod, he continued. "So, I'm giving you your choice. You can't play with both..." Or maybe he'd let her anyway...

Tooru gasped, seeing dark look in Ayame's eyes. She looked at the door nervously; w hat if someone walked in? What if someone heard?

Ayame's eyes followed after hers. He smiled softly, before reaching to turn Tooru's face back towards him.

He lowered his lips to hers.

Tooru gasped as she felt Ayame's soft lips pressing with increasing intensity against her own.

Ayame happily slid his tongue into the opening that she had provided. He gently caressed the underbelly of her tongue with his own, begging it to play. Everything after that seemed to happen by chance of instinct alone.

Tooru's eyes closed automatically as Ayame began to nibble her lip, pulling on it before plunging his tongue in for a second round of ravenous kisses. His tongue tasted so good, and it worked so well!

Ayame's hands slid up to cup Tooru's imprisoned breasts and began to manipulate their shape as his tongue continued it's wild dance.

Tooru's hands had also followed suit and she soon realized that she had fisted Ayame's hair, and was tugging gently on his locks, eliciting a moan from him. The vibration travelled through her lips to her loins. And she felt a resurging heat begin to take control of her body.

It was as though she had needed this moment all of her life. Like she lived for this feeling. Her body fought back against his onslaught of lust with her own. Whatever sexual confidence she had hidden away inside of her came out in a rushing flow of power.

She pushed him back.

He looked at her with a mixture of emotions making his eyes extremely dark. He was confused. Things were getting so hot between them. It was as though he had awakened a siren within her, and she held him perfectly within her power. He watched as she began to undo the buttons which held the cloth prison over her pebbled mounds. He covered her hand with his own, and raised a finger to her lips.

He reached his hands over, not knowing if she was going to allow him this one pleasure. He wanted to be the one to unwrap this exquisite gift.

Her hands fell to her side as she continued to stare at the white haired man before her with eyes laden with her intense feelings of desire and wanton need. She paid no attention to his hands, unable to tear her eyes away from his. She needed to know what he wanted - and if it mirrored the desire within her being. She licked her lips as her shirt fell to the floor. Ayame started on the bra.

He reached behind her and fumbled for a mere moment before he was rewarded with the soft sound of the clasp releasing. He looped his fingers in her bra straps and gently pulled it down. He let gravity lead it to join the shirt.
Tooru shivered lightly as a rush of air brushed her nipples, like a wave upon the shore. She continued to watch Ayame's eyes as his gaze travelled down to her bared breasts.

But he did not touch them.

Tooru could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Desire making her body ache with unfulfilled need. She felt the heat of his gaze, still lingering on her, but not touching her.

Ayame was torn. He wanted nothing more than to ravish her breasts with lingering kisses and rub his face against them, making them swell with his shadow of whiskers.

But he also wanted to pay homage to this magnificent temptress before him. She was devious in her innocence. He had never in his wildest fantasies imagined that she had a lustful side - nor that she would allow it to come out with him.

And there was Yuki to think about.

BUT, he reasoned in his mind, Yuki had had several chances to make a move and had blown each one. His reverie was stopped as Tooru grabbed his hands and moved his warm palms to cup her breasts. He looked up at her face in surprise.

He had been so focused on her beautiful breasts that he had nearly forgotten that she had a face. He blushed at the admission.

"Ayame-san..." Tooru moaned as Ayame began to rub her distended nipples with his thumbs, while his other fingers squeezed and prodded the soft flesh.

"Hmmm?" His own voice sounded raspy and so was afraid to say anymore.

"Onegai?" Tooru placed her hands over Ayame's so that she could feel his muscles working as his sensual touch was sending her into a torrent of need.

"Tooru-kun?" His throaty voice echoed in the room, silent but for Tooru's moans.
"Ayame-san...onegai..." Tooru lowered her face to look at his and leaned over to claim his mouth with hers. She quickly slipped her tongue in and began to beg him with her lips for what she needed so desperately.

He quickly gave in as he tilted his face back, allowing her access to the softest areas of his throat. He felt a heat surging in his pants as her fingers fumbled with the clasps of his long coat.

He reluctantly moved his hands from her breasts to help in Tooru's venture. He took Tooru's hands and placed them where his had been only seconds before. He smiled at her gasp, as he began to press her hands into a similar rhythm to the one that he had.

"Keep them warm for me?"

His hands quickly undid the fasteners and he shed the robe as quickly as possible, allowing it to slide to the floor. He stepped out of the robe gingerly, as his hands strayed to his pants. He wasted no time in sending the pants to reunite with the robe. Now the only thing covering his body was his silver hair.

Tooru felt her gaze heat as she followed the graceful curve of his body. She moaned as she saw his arousal. She began to fall to her knees to get closer to it. He put his hands on her arsm, preventing her from going down - instead, drawing her as closely as they could allow and reclaimed her swollen lips.

She lifted one of her legs to wrap around his thigh. She cursed her diminuitive height as she rubbed herself against his leg. With each stroke, she was rewarded with the feeling of his cock on her stomach.

He continued to ravish her lips, and rub against her hips. She was so wet, and he was so hard, that he was uncomfortable. He wondered if she felt the same. He could only assume that she did, considering the speed that she was rubbing against him. He decided that this was no longer enough. He had to be inside.

He lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around a much better area of his body. He rested his hands on her rounded bottom, supporting her weight until gravity had dropped her to a comfortable position.

She was resting against his erection, which was searching for her opening.

Ayame looked at Tooru, allowing her a chance to back out - against his body's wish. If she said no, he would just have to take care of business later.. but he would so much rather be inside Tooru's hot little nether-mouth.

As if in answer, Tooru fisted Ayame's hair and savagely reclaimed his lips, brutalizing her own in the process.

Ayame slowly began to enter her, pausing as he came upon the barrier within. Tooru didn't seem to pay attention, or care for that matter, and slammed her hips down, taking his entire length in one shot.

Her face moved away from Ayame's involuntarily, and her mouth opened slightly as the pain of the maidenhood breaking was slowly absorbed. She closed her eyes tightly, as a tear began to trickle down her cheek.

Ayame quickly reclaimed her mouth with his own, whispering gentle reassurances between kisses. Her body began to relax, and her walls clenched against his length. Ayame answered by bucking his hips into hers slowly at first, and then with more speed as she caught up to his thrusts.

She arched her back until she was seemingly hanging off of Ayame, supported only by her legs around him, and his hands on her buttocks.

'Awww, shit!" Ayame had to move his hands to her back quickly to steady her against him. 'So she wants to try new positions already, eh?" He swung her body slightly so that her head was resting on her bed. He moved her body up on the surface, and crawled up after her, her legs still surrounding his waist.

She moaned as he moved her buttocks to rest on his legs. He began to thrust into her in a bruising rhythm, making her bed quake beneath them.

He placed a hand on either side of her arms, and lowered his face to kiss her mouth, before withdrawing and rolling to lay beside her. They both stared at the ceiling while they caught their breath.

Ayame turned his face to look at her. Tooru felt his gaze and met his eyes.

"That was amazing." They said at the same time, and laughed.

"Ayame-san?"

"Hmmm?"

"That was wonderful...really it was! And I'd like to do that again with you...if it's not too much trouble?"

"Now?!"

"Not right now....but maybe later tonight or tomorrow?" Tooru giggled shyly.

Ayame felt himself begin to smile - not a grin - and not a forced smile. A real smile. At the thought of Tooru giving herself to him over and over again.

"I'd love that Tooru-kun..."

"Yokatta! But, Ayame-san?"

"Hmmm?"

"I didn't get a chance to play with your hair..."