Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Rising Affections ❯ something incredible ( Chapter 11 )

Rising Affections

WARNING: this chapter contains high levels of; citrus, lemon, lime, yaoi, adult themes, sexually explicit materials, monosodium glutamate, and is processed on a conveyer that also processes nuts.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Never claimed to and no one would pay to read this drek anyway.

AN: Yep it's a full four thousand word chapter of Yaoiliscious Lemony goodness. So if that bothers you by all means don't read any further. Just skip to the next chapter once I post it.

Chapter 11 something incredible

 

 

Hatori stepped forward extending a hand to help Ayame to his feet. Ayame could feel the soap on his back was getting tacky only to form a loose foam thinly flowing down his body as Hatori resumed washing him. Since Hatori needed to rinse off already *and he really couldn't help himself* Ayame scooped up some of the suds and began washing the other boy also. In an effort to wash each other's back they wound up in a loose embrace. Hatori unconsciously tightened his arms around Ayame as they leaned in toward each other. Like opposite poles of a magnet, the soapy slide of skin on skin was too much of a draw for them to ignore.

 

They stood there holding each other in almost a slow dance; enjoying the sensation for several minutes. Ayame started to rub himself against Hatori's thigh and the dragon backed off, making him sigh in disappointment. Then a second later he whimpered as Hatori's hand wrapped around his arousal and began using all of that soap to its best advantage. Feeling that frictionless, firm grip stroking him up and down; Ayame made a choked moaning noise thrusting into his lover's hand. As he reached down to reciprocate, Hatori released him and moved his hands up to cup his face giving him a gentle kiss.

 

“You said you wanted me to take the lead, remember.” Hatori said softly; smirking at the disappointed noise that escaped from the other's lips. Then Hatori moved away to grab the shower head from the wall and started rinsing the soap off of them.

 

Ayame blinked in confusion as he slowly grasped the fact that Hatori had moved on to do other, less exciting things. Then he felt something, warm lips and a tongue; on his shoulder.

 

“That's all rinsed clean.” Hatori murmured, moving a bit to the side toward his neck and repeating the process “Soap is gone from here too.” He added as he slowly left a line of soft nibbles and kisses across Ayame's upper back It was delicious, the taste of Ayame's freshly washed body, still scented by his favorite sandalwood and rose soap. He continued from his neck down to his lower back. Eventually he was sitting on the bath bench for easier access leaving light kisses on the base of his spine. Then he reached up and gently nudged Ayame, taking the hint Aya turned so his front was toward him.

 

`Oh my god he's not going to… yes! Yes he is.' Ayame stood there and breathlessly watched as Hatori experimentally took the tip of his arousal between his lips. Feeling the warmth surround that very personal part of him, Ayame hissed in pleasure and grabbed Hatori's shoulders for support as he fought the urge to buck forward deeper into his mouth. Just when he thought he could handle it Hatori took more of him in and did… something with his tongue. The pleasurable sensations and knowing it was Hatori doing this to him made Ayame's hips jerk forward of their own accord. Nearly choking Hatori; who quickly backed off gagging for a few seconds. Ayame apologized with a sheepish look and an “oops?” Hatori gave the snake a stern look grabbing him firmly by the hips for more control over the situation then he went back to work.

 

`Yes,' Hatori thought to himself. `He really liked that'. Right now that was the first order of business, to pleasure Ayame, to make up for their earlier misunderstandings. He had been acting on instinct and was surprised that doing what he was right now didn't repel him in the least. In fact now that he had gotten past the initial uncertainty, he was beginning to enjoy it. Not so much the feel or taste of Ayame in his mouth, although it wasn't as unpleasant as he could have imagined, but he really liked the reaction he was getting from the other boy for his attentions. It gave him a sense of having some sort of power and control over Ayame. Feeling him try to buck and squirm while he made all sorts of interesting noises was just plain exciting.

Ayame was in seventh heaven and the ninth level of hell all at once. What Hatori was doing was thrilling; it and had him panting and moaning. But he kept shifting rhythm and stopping to torture him with long strokes of his tongue before engulfing his member once again it was just enough to keep him from the release he needed so badly. It was driving him insane.

 

A drop of something slick and salty had hit Hatori's tongue and made him aware of a slight problem early on. He wasn't sure if he could handle letting Aya cum in his mouth. `A bit late to worry about that now' he chastised himself. Since that moment he had been working to put things off as long as possible, both because he wasn't sure what to do about it and out of a perverse desire to hear Ayame scream. He was pretty sure he wouldn't get much warning at this point anyway so he'd just have to deal with it. He closed his jaw down some to swallow excess saliva and Ayame did scream “Aaah! Oooh that! OoOoooh… Just… like… that.” he moaned and Hatori swallowed again, and again enjoying the sexy sounds it wrung out of the snake. Ayame's entire body stiffened and he shuddered, crying out and clutching at his shoulders painfully as he peaked. The burst of warm fluid was not as unpleasant as he feared, but it wasn't much in the flavor category either, kind of salty/soapy/metallic and bitter. He let most of it flow back out of his mouth and drip from Ayame's body to the bath room floor where it could be washed down the drain.

 

Ayame uncurled his fingers from Hatori's shoulders; still leaning on him for support. He'd taken a bit of skin off with his nails but not enough to draw blood. “That was amazing.” he murmured once he caught his breath his legs were still feeling quite wobbly and he didn't feel ready to stand on his own yet. The sight of Hatori sitting there wet and naked, eyes smoldering with lust as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after that incredible experience was so hot he felt his lower region twitch back to life in response. Aya leaned down and kissed him deeply not caring that his lip was still sore or that he could taste himself in the kiss. “That was truly beyond belief, and quite a surprise, I surely didn't expect you to do that for me. But I am oh so glad you did let me tell you…” He punctuated the statement with another passionate kiss. “Now it's your turn `Tori-koi, let me have a seat and I will return the favor.” he added softly, as if Hatori was going to argue. Ayame saw it both as a chance to love his partner, and also for a bit of revenge.

 

Some time later, Hatori found himself cursing the snake's creativity as he stood sweating and making embarrassingly needy little grunts and groans. About an eternity and a half ago Ayame decided to leisurely concentrate on his testicles and the region behind them; sucking and rubbing each in turn and ignoring the area that needed attention the most. Hatori reached down with his hand in an unconscious reaction when Ayame started humming, sending vibrations through his nether regions, only to have his hand smacked away. “No touching!” he was told firmly; but he was rewarded by a long slow lick with that warm pink tongue all the way from the tip down to the base. Then Ayame went back to the same thing he was doing before.

 

“Ayame come on.” he groaned.

 

“What?” Ayame asked innocently batting his eyes at him.

 

“Quit playing around and touch me damn it.” Hatori said.

 

Ayame saw a rare opportunity here and he sat back on the bench ever so lightly stroking Hatori with his fingertips. “Ask nicely.” he said with a Cheshire grin.

 

“Aya,” Hatori ground out through gritted teeth, putting his hands on Ayame's head and fisting his hair threateningly.

 

“Oh all right, be that way.” the snake sighed, taking him into his mouth using his jaw and tongue to angle Hatori toward the base of his throat in an effort not to gag himself. Once the angle was right, he began a steady suckling motion with the back of his tongue. Then he began to hum. It didn't take much of the unusual friction, vibration and heat before Hatori screamed incoherently as he peaked in an explosive climax his hands still wrapped in Ayame's long silver locks. Ayame swallowed thickly then backed off kissing and licking the tip to get the last drops, merrily watching Hatori jump at each touch, the powerful orgasm having left him hypersensitive. The snake smiled smugly feeling very pleased with himself.

 

Hatori backed from him after a few torturous seconds of this and leaned against the wall for support. Great googly moogly he wasn't aware anything could feel so good. His eyes fell upon the pile of wet fabric and decided drying his clothes enough to wear them before anyone got home was a good idea. He looked at Ayame who was still sitting on the bath stool watching him and said “Aya, why don't you go ahead and get your bath, while I take care of my clothes?” Okay, so it wasn't the most loving or romantic thing he could have possibly said. He realized this a few seconds after he said it; when he saw Ayame's face drop and his brow furrow. “I need a few minutes to recuperate right now, and this needs to be done before Kenji gets home.” he amended as he grabbed his wet clothes gave Ayame a quick, gentle kiss and left the room on still slightly unsteady legs.

 

Ayame supposed he could feel insulted, but he knew the ever pragmatic Hatori Sohma too well for that. Of course his koishii was not thinking how it would look, leaving so abruptly after such an intimate moment. Hatori wasn't much of a romantic at heart, but he was everything Ayame could want and more. He would gladly forgive him as long as they got to cuddle for a while after he got out of the tub.

 

Ayame gently settled himself into the warm water, Hatori had added some things to it; tea and herbs from the kitchen and something called Epsom salts. It smelled ok, kind of like mint, lavender and rosemary, not like medicine; he was delighted about that. “Tori, this feels wonderful thank you.” He hollered to Hatori when he heard the dragon rummaging in his room for some dry clothes to wear. “Soaking like this was a brilliant idea, why a few minutes in this potion you concocted in here and I am sure I will emerge from the bath feeling good as new, totally reborn from the waters.”

 

That gave Hatori images of Venus rising from the sea in that famous painting. It was all he could do not to snicker out loud as the fanciful picture of Ayame standing naked on the half shell with his hair billowing in the wind flashed through his head.

 

000ooo000

When Ayame got out of the bath he was stunned to find Hatori waiting for him naked in his bed. “I got a phone call from Kenji's date, it seems he had a bit too much sake with his dinner and he won't be home until tomorrow.” The dark haired boy offered by way of explanation.

Ayame's whole aspect lit up he could almost see a light from above gracing him as a chorus of angels sang hallelujah. Then he leveled a sultry look at Hatori, turning on the charm it was a perfect moment…until his stomach rumbled rather loudly.

“I suppose I should go get something to nibble on.” he said his cheeks pinking in embarrassment. “I certainly wouldn't want to run out of energy tonight.” he added as he dashed from the room .When he returned he had a loaf of crusty bread, a saucer a bottle of olive oil and a positively evil grin on his face.

After eating a few pieces of the loaf of bread between them, Ayame tossed the rest onto his desk and sat the saucer of oil on his bedside table. Slowly taking off his robe and letting down his hair, he crawled onto the bed next to Hatori.

“That hit the spot.” he purred. “Now about some of those other uses for olive oil…”

“Are you sure you are ready for that tonight?” Hatori felt that he had to ask, even if he was secretly hoping with every fiber of his horny little being that Ayame would say he was both willing and able. “It concerns me that you took quite a beating earlier and it has been an emotionally draining day. We don't have to do anything more than we have already if you don't feel up to it.”

 

“I'm sure Hatori. After everything that's happened today, I think I really need this tonight koibito. Please don't let a few bumps and bruises bother you. I certainly won't.” Ayame answered him honestly. This was exactly what he felt he needed to cement his relationship with his beloved Hatori; and to make up for the dreadful day he'd had. He was also absolutely sure that if he didn't take this opportunity tonight he would never forgive himself.

“Good, let me know if anything gets uncomfortable in the slightest.” Hatori said, lightly putting an arm around Ayame and pulling him into a deep kiss.

It wasn't exactly an open declaration of love but having those jade eyes focused on him as if he were the only thing in the universe worth looking at was close enough for Ayame. Hatori was a man of action not words and the snake understood this. He returned the kiss ardently pouring the love he felt into every touch.

 

Hatori gently kissed Ayame, taking his time, not being driven by raw need at the moment. He ran his hand down Ayame's chest coaxing him to lie back on the bed. He looked down at Ayame hair flowing around his head and spilling in a silvery cascade on the sheets, face slightly flushed, porcelain skin soft as rose petals and those deep topaz eyes shining with a light and passion that made his insides tense up. Beautiful, Ayame was indeed beautiful. For loving him unconditionally and for being there whenever he needed someone to talk to, or someone to distract him from his problems. Suddenly he was struck by the powerful feelings he had for his lover. Feelings he had bottled up and denied himself because he was afraid to face it; because it was dangerous for them to show emotions openly as zodiac members. One mistimed look of longing and there would be hell to pay. These feelings for Ayame meant he had to rethink his whole self identity and he wasn't sure he was ready to do that. But now there was no way he could look into those loving eyes at this fine and private moment between them and not feel it. He almost couldn't believe he was allowing himself the luxury of this now, but he did love Ayame, deeply and passionately and like a huge, warm wave the feeling washed over him and he reveled in it.

Ayame looked deep into Hatori's eyes, he could sense that something was troubling the dragon but before he could say anything Hatori leaned down and kissed him tenderly. Then he did something incredible, he placed a chaste kiss on his temple and putting his lips near his ear, he softly said “I love you Aya-koi.” Ayame thought his heart would explode; it was something he had dreamed of, hearing those words from him. “I love you too `Tori-chan.” He tried to say, his voice so choked with emotion it came out kind of garbled. Ayame covered Hatori's face with a flurry of light kisses holding to him tightly never wanting to let go of him again. Hatori smoothed his hair from his face and gave him a long sensual kiss that soon had his heart thumping and him panting for breath. Ayame ran his hands slowly down Hatori's sides and then up onto his back tracing lightly with his fingernails making Hatori's skin raise goose bumps.

 

“Unnuh…” he moaned as the light touch sent a chill down his back. He moved down and placed a string of kisses along Ayame's collarbone noticing a hitch in his breath when he got to a certain spot near the juncture of collarbone and shoulder. He concentrated on that spot and soon had Ayame moaning in pleasure. He backed off to see a nice deep red mark forming and that sparked a sense of pride in him as a bestial presence from deep within rumbled happily at marking the snake as his own. “Hmmmmn all mine.” he breathed happily to himself as he went back to exploring Ayame's chest and neck.

 

Oh that felt so good. The more Hatori nipped and sucked on that one wonderful spot the more sensitive it got. Now just running his tongue over it sent sparks throughout his body. He reached up and played with Hatori's nipples, tracing the areola with the pads of his thumbs then running over the firmer flesh in the center with the same light fingernails that had proven so effective on his back. He was rewarded with a moan form Hatori as his nipples hardened responding to the attention. He drew back breathing heavily, “are you sure you are ready for this?” The dragon asked. “Of course I am sure.” He replied matter-of-factly. “I have been waiting for this moment for my entire life, or at least the last few years especially the last six months or so…” He was cut off by an impatient kiss.

“And you still want me to be in charge right?”

“Yes, I am sure you would be more comfortable with things that way too.”

“Then shut up and roll over.”

“Right away `Tori-chan.” Ayame said with a smile, promptly doing as he was told.

Hatori took a couple of fingers drawing them through the oil in the saucer he smoothly rubbed the oil between Ayame's cheeks, feeling around for the region he was after. He teased and petted there rubbing in slow circles that spiraled in and then starting over once he hit center until Ayame was responding with twitches of the hips and little whining noises. Then he inserted the tip of one finger slowly. Taking his time and liberal amounts of oil he gently prepared his lover. Everything he had gleaned on the subject at hand had hinted that a slow approach was the key to success.

 

`Ooooh this is driving me crazy,' Ayame thought to himself, the teasing fingers and light kisses on his back, neck and shoulders were so nice. He felt pampered but also wished there was a way to do more from this face down position than just react to what's being done to him. `Oh what's that? Another finger? Not bad, a little weird though. Oh, he found a spot just in and …and he's not going to stop rubbing it until… oh, oh! Hatori you evil genius I am going to be so close its not funny well before you move on to the main event at this rate' By now Aya was practically humping himself on Hatori's fingers; and seemed to be enjoying it a lot. “I want you Hatori please.” he moaned, “I need to feel you now Tori.”

Hatori gingerly removed his fingers; Aya sighing in relief and disappointment. He rolled him into his side in a spooning position, slicking himself with the oil and positioning them with Ayame's feet between his knees to give him a good angle of access.

Ayame felt himself being entered, it didn't actually hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either. He took a few deep breaths, he was glad he was as ready as he was or it could have been hell. Hatori had stopped moving as soon as he was all the way in and the discomfort was fading already, he moved a bit experimentally.

“Hold still Aya.” Hatori said. He felt Hatori's breath short puffs on his neck. Ever obedient to his Tori-chan he stilled himself; much to Hatori's relief; because too much more wriggling around like that and it would be all over. How could anything be so tight and hot and …!!!? He had to catch his breath. `Think of something, anything else. Be careful, his ribs are still bruised, don't grab him around the chest. Ok I think I can move now…'

This was ok; it was a bit uncomfortable still, but not too bad. He could feel Hatori pressed up against his back, that was definitely nice, then Hatori started to move, and he realized this was it. He had Hatori inside him as close as it was humanly possible to get. He craned his neck to try to glimpse the boy's face; the change in angle was a good thing. There was still some discomfort, but there was that place where it felt really good when he rubbed across it. The next few thrusts weren't angled right to get there, then he hit it again. “Oh!” Aya grunted, as he concentrated on getting Hatori to hit that spot again. Hatori slowed trying to see if he had done something wrong, but Ayame just hooked his feet behind Hatori's calves trying to pull him in deeper. “Tori...please, more.” he pleaded. Hatori grabbed his hip with one hand and shoulder with the other and thrust in deep. “Oagghhh yes OH yes...” he was moaning and writhing, panting and groaning. Hatori reveled in the feeling, he was pounding into his lover again and again and the boy was responding thrusting his hips back to meet him.

 

Ayame wasn't going to last much longer. The speed they were going at was starting to hurt a little, but there was nothing he could do about it and he certainly was not going to stop now, he decided he could just ignore it. He reached down and stroked himself trying to use that as a distraction; shamelessly cupping and massaging his balls with the other hand. Hatori was moving faster, and faster with his own orgasm drawing near, giving voice to his pleasure with deep groans. The increased friction started blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. Ayame suddenly found himself telling god how good everything felt very loudly. He began moving his hips in short jerky thrusts as he climaxed, his voice failing; he panted and breathed the words I love you, I love you, repeatedly with every stuttered exhale until the last trembling spasm subsided. As Ayame peaked, certain muscles tensed around Hatori and he thrust himself even more deeply shouting Ayame's name while cuming hard.

They lay still for a bit, basking in the afterglow together. Hatori grabbed the bath towel he had used earlier from where he had left it on the headboard and used it to clean them up some. Knowing they would have to shower eventually but too tired to bother with it just then. Ayame rolled over toward Hatori and snuggling up to him, with their steady breathing and beating hearts the only sounds in the room they were soon lulled to sleep in each others arms.