Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Pointed Lessons ❯ One-Shot

AN: This is in response to a challenge issued on the Furuba Lemon Basket ML by Koishii to begin a story - any kind - as long as it begins with the lines "Point? What point?"

I wrote this in a rush without really thinking about what I was typing, just the first thing that popped into my head at the time, so this might be a bit different from other stuff I've written. Maybe, I don't know - you be the judge! I'm almost ashamed that this is the first thing I came up with without even thinking about it. Hehe…oh, well. It was still fun. (^^)

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"Point? What point?" Red-faced, Tohru looked blankly before her, not understanding. "I don't see a point."

On the rooftop of school, he grinned. Finally, he had little Miss Innocent right where he wanted her, on her knees in front of him. He leaned back against the metal fence surrounding the rim of the roof as he enjoyed the sight of her, face inches from his crotch. No matter what cutesy innocent act she put up, he knew she wanted it. How could she not with the way she gave him those inviting smiles of hers and wore those short revealing skirts that just made him itch to pull them up that little distance and reveal the treasure that lay beneath the flirting hems. No matter what anyone thought, what she said, he knew it was all a game - a game to tease him to insanity. But now it was time to pay up and he'd teach her that her innocent act had consequences.

He threaded his hand through her hair, pulled her closer. "That's because it's hidden. It's inside."

Her eyes widened as she finally registered his meaning. Her face reddened even more as her mouth parted in shock. When he'd cornered her in the hallway saying there was an urgent point he had to make and needed to show her, she'd been eager to help. Though she'd been somewhat befuddled when he dragged her to the rooftop and made her kneel down, saying she'd see it better that way, she still hadn't realized what he was about. But now, it was all too clear as she realized something else as well.

She was dealing with Black Haru - not White.

She tried to rear back but his grip on her head was too firm, too strong. As if in retaliation to her attempt to break free, he jerked her closer until her nose was pressed up against the bulge covered by the dark cloth of his pants.

"Now that's no way to behave," he chided roughly. "Not if you want to see my point." He grinned. "Though you'll have to take it out to see it."

Tohru swallowed nervously and rolled her eyes up to meet his gaze. "I don't think that's such a good idea, Hatsuharu-san."

"Why not, Tohru?" he asked, placing emphasis on her name.

She flushed, stuttered, "Y-you'll regret it later…"

"You think you can tell me how I'll feel?" he practically growled, scowling.

"N-no!"

She frantically shook her head, anxious not to provoke his anger even more. Unfortunately, the motion only succeeded in rubbing her nose across his crotch. Her eyes widened.

Was the bulge growing?!

Mouth agape, she could only stare, frozen, petrified, unable to move a muscle even if she'd had enough thought to try. And, unbidden, an inkling of curiosity arose within her for she had never been so close before to that part that made men so different from women.

"Take it out."

She flinched at the harshly rasped command but, uncertain, she didn't move. Uneasy, she unconsciously looked to him for help.

And as those big pleading eyes met his, he smirked. So that was how she wanted to play the game? Fine then. He would go along with it as long as he got what he wanted in the end.

"Take it out, Tohru." Then, toying with her, he added, "It hurts. Because of you."

"Me?"

As her uncertainty turned into distress, every nuance of emotion visible on her expressive features, he was barely to restrain a snort of amusement. Instead, going with the flow of the game, he kept his tone as coaxing and soothing as he could, his words sounding completely reasonable.

"That's right, Tohru. Because of you. But it's only fair that you help me fix it, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry," she said, miserable at the thought of being the cause of his pain.

"It's okay." He smiled. "You can help make it better."

"How?" she asked innocently.

"Take it out," he repeated. "You want to relieve me of my suffering, don't you?"

She bit her lip in indecision. It felt weird; she'd never done anything like this before. But if he was really suffering and it was her fault…

His lips curled as the metallic sound of a zipper being undone rasped through the air followed shortly by a sharp feminine gasp.

Tohru goggled as cloth parted and she realized - he wasn't wearing anything beneath his pants! Her face heated at the discovery and she felt odd, tingly in a way that was unusual for her.

She wondered if she was getting sick.

"Well?" he prompted impatiently. "What are you waiting for? Just reach in and pull it out."

She sweated at how easily he said that. Gulping, she gingerly did as he commanded, trembling as her hand inched into the parted cloth and grasped the warm flesh inside. Despite her embarrassment, she was fascinated by the smooth silky feel of the warm column of flesh in her hand as she exposed it to the air…and to her wide-eyed gaze.

Then, as she regarded it studiously, a tiny frown began pulling down her brows.

Catching it, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's not sharp."

"Huh?"

"It's not a point, not sharp." She tilted her head consideringly. "More like a blunt tip. But I guess that's safer."

He guffawed; he couldn't help it. Here she was holding him in her hot little hands and she was discussing the merits of how pointy he was!

She appeared anxious. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," he replied, recovering.

Then he realized that he had a rather…growing problem on his hands. Or, rather, her hands. He shuddered, holding back a groan as her hands caressed him, petting him absently as she looked up at him with worried eyes, unaware of what she was doing. Though he enjoyed the sensations, he wanted something more. And his gaze burned into hers as he told her what he wanted.

"Put it in your mouth."

She blinked blankly. Looked at the shaft in her hands and flushed suddenly, stilling her caressing motions as she realized what she'd been doing. Her gaze, full of muddled confusion as if she hadn't registered what he'd said, bounced back and forth from what she cradled in her hands to his face.

"Open your mouth," he told her, "and put it in."

"Eh?" Her eyes rounded as his words finally penetrated and sudden horrifying images of turning cannibal danced in her head. "You want me to eat it?!"

At her expression, her tone, his look turned wary. "Not literally."

"Oh." She relaxed. Then turned puzzled. "Then how?"

"Suck it. Lick it." And just to be on the safe side, he added, "Don't bite down."

Hesitatingly, she leaned closer, putting just the very tip of him between her lips. When there was no protest, when he pushed in a little as if wanting more, she opened her mouth and took more of him in. Experimenting, she gave him a little lick.

"Very nice," he murmured.

He threaded his hand through her hair, encouraging her with pressure to move the way he liked. Though her movements were tentative at first, they grew more confident with his guidance until she was bobbing up and down his shaft, swallowing as much of him as she could take with each sliding pass until he was hitting the back of her throat. Then he groaned, spurted, and she was swallowing something else.

Liquid dribbled from her lips, down her chin, and she pulled back, touching it curiously with her fingertips and bringing up so that her eyes could see. Her first thought was that it was like pale syrup.

She hadn't known men could make syrup.

Wondering if it tasted as sweet, she licked her lips…and suddenly found herself being jerked roughly to her feet.

"Now, if that wasn't an invitation, then I don't know what is," Haru grunted.

"Wh-what?" was all Tohru had time to gasp just before her lips were being crushed under his own as he devoured her, tasting her, tasting him on her. He sucked her in with his mouth and only his hands holding her away a short distance kept her from melting against him. As it was, her expression was completely glazed over in a daze when he finally lifted his head.

Feeling wobbly, she never uttered a word of protest as he guided her until she was facing the fence, leaning against it with her forehead brushing the metal links as her dazed eyes looked out on the school grounds below. Barely had she registered the hiking up of her skirt around her hips and her panties being pushed aside when she felt something blunt and hard pressing into her. Her eyes widened and she craned her neck around to stare at him in surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

He arched a brow. "What does it feel like?"

She sucked in a breath as another inch of him pressed inwards. "But you can't!"

"I already am." He pressed in another inch.

Panicky gaze whirled to take in the grounds below. "What if someone sees?"

"No one will notice unless you attract attention. Besides, even if someone does look up, they're not going to know what we're doing." He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "From down there, we look fully clothed. It's not like we're naked."

She shuddered, clenching down on him at the unbidden imagery his words evoked.

"See?" he whispered huskily. "You like it too." Triumph was in his tone. "I knew you would."

She couldn't answer, could only gasp while her eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure as he pushed into her fully, filling her. Her fingers tightened their grip on the links of the metal fence as the sensation he was instilling within her shook her. Everything else faded away except the sliding friction taking place within her. For how long it went on, him pumping into her while his whispered words teased her ears, she didn't know, didn't care; the whole world could have been obliterated at that moment and she wouldn't have noticed. She was only aware of him pushing her higher and higher with ever stroke until -

"Honda-san!"

Her eyes flew open in shock as she stiffened in dread, catching sight of a smiling Yuki down below, waving up at her cheerily while Haru was locked inside of her.

"Haru," she whispered, horrified.

"Don't move," he ordered when she was about to pull away. "If you do, he'll definitely notice. And," he noticed a few other eyes looking up at them from the emptying school grounds down below, no doubt attracted by the prince's actions, "so will they."

Tohru went absolutely still.

"Good girl," he said huskily, just as Yuki cried out, "Haru!"

She choked back a moan when he leaned forward as if to get a better look at Yuki over her shoulder, the action pressing him deeper within her. Her fingers tightened on the fence, turning her knuckles white as she panted, trying to suppress her internal shudders at the situation that she, unbelievably, found as arousing as she did frightening.

Feeling her reaction, Haru suppressed a gratified laugh as he called out in normal tone, "What is it, Yuki?"

"I have some errands to run and the stupid cat's already gone to Shihan's. Could you take Honda-san back home today?"

He leered though, from this distance, Yuki couldn't see it. "Sure. I'll take her."

"Great." He waved again. "Then I'll see you later."

"Wave back," Haru told her, invading deeper into her as he waved to his friend.

Though it was an effort, she unclenched one hand latched onto the fence with a death grip and managed to wave. It was paltry but it was the best she could do since calling out a `good-bye' was too difficult for her when Haru began subtly rocking against her in tiny motions that had her quivering around him in delicious little shivers.

Yuki didn't notice a thing.

"I thought he'd never leave," Haru rumbled roughly when he'd finally left. "But now that he's gone…"

She bit back a sharp cry as he suddenly withdrew only to thrust back into her hard with enough jarring force to send the fence rattling. He did it again, and again, pumping into her repeatedly with deep strokes that had her arching, had her breath panting heavier with every penetration until it was too much for her to contain. She burst, exploded around him as she suppressed a scream though she was unable to keep back the low long moan torn from her throat as her flesh quivered and quaked with the strength of her climax that pulled him along too as he emptied himself inside her.

Weakly, she sagged against the fence, struggling to catch her breath. When she thought she could move without her wobbly legs collapsing under her, she turned around, finding herself in the cage of his arms as he leaned against the fence, keeping his body from falling against her. As she panted, face flushed and dazed, he grinned roguishly.

"I knew you had in you." He smirked. "Well, had me in you."

An embarrassed blush crawled up her face.

He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "We'll have to do it again sometime. Remember, I haven't even done half the things I want to with you." He smiled wickedly. "There are still a lot of lessons you need to be taught."

And with those sinful words burning in her mind…he hugged her.

POOF!

Mouth open in surprise, she stared with wide incomprehensive eyes at the black and white cow before her and which was staring at her as blankly as she was at it. Reality intruded as she suddenly found herself worrying about what she should say if someone were to suddenly come up here and find her with a cow on top of the school roof!

But that was something she didn't have long to ponder.

POOF!

"Honda-san?" White Haru asked blankly when the smoke cleared. "Why are we on the roof?"

Tohru was too shell-shocked by recent events to do anything but stare back, mind scrambled.

"And," he looked down, "why am I naked? What happened?"

Tohru sweated and wondered what she should say…