Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Suppressed ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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It was after dinner, and Kyo sat on the floor, pretending to watch TV. Yuki's silence at dinner chilled Kyo to the bone. `How long does that stupid rat think he can ignore me?' He asked himself, tracing Yuki's movements with his eyes as the rat bussed around the kitchen helping Tohru finish cleaning. Tohru yelped as he squirted her with the sink's hose. `STUPID RAT!' His heart thudded within his hollow chest cavity and he felt sick. Kyo punched the table and stormed upstairs.

 

“Kyo?” He heard Tohru call after him, but after a short silence, her laugher rang through the air and he knew that she'd forgotten about him.

 

“I hate that stupid rat!” He muttered, kicking his futon. “What's he got that I don't, huh?” He punched the wall, causing it to rattle. He could feel his throat tightening around his trachea. His sorrow was strangling him. There was a gentle knock on his bedroom door.

 

“Kyo?” It was Tohru's soft voice. “Are you O.K.?” She asked.

 

“Yeah,” he managed to choke, “I'm fine.”

 

“Do you need anything?” She asked.

 

`A life.' He thought. “No, I was just getting ready to go to the bath.”

 

There was a brief pause. “Oh, O.K., I'll get you some clean towels.”

 

Kyo heard Tohru pad quietly down the hall. He punched the wall again, ignoring the pain that shot to his elbow. `That damn Yuki! He's got it all, even…' Kyo's throat tightened again, tears stung the corners of his eyes. “Even Tohru.”

 

His anger and jealousy continued to swell in his stomach as he made his way to the bathroom he passed Yuki in the hall. His head was high and he stared straight ahead, not even cognizant of the glaring cat. Kyo purposefully bumped into him, driving his shoulder into his chest. But Yuki ignored even that, and slammed his bedroom door behind him. Kyo growled and continued on his way to the bath.

 

It was late; Kyo flipped over in bed. His sheets twisted around his feet, uncomfortably restraining him to being a prisoner in his own bed. He flopped around, finally freeing himself from his shackles. He heard the floor creek; someone was up. Kyo crept his door and spied down the hallway. He saw Yuki disappearing into his bedroom. Kyo had an idea. `I'll assault him now! I'll make him want to fight me!' Kyo tiptoed down the hall unsure of his own motives. `Why do I even care?' He knocked quietly on the rat's door. There was no answer. He slid the door open. Yuki was facing away from him, huddled up under a pile of covers.

 

“I know you aren't asleep.” Kyo said.

 

Yuki turned, a seductive look plaguing his eyes. “What are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice taking on a masculine husk Kyo had never heard.

 

“I… uh…” `Why can't I speak?'

 

“Shut the door.” He ordered. Kyo complied.

 

Yuki stood, tossing aside the bundle of blankets and walked deliberately toward the breathless kitty. Kyo's jaw dropped. Yuki was wearing only his boxers. He was enthralled with the way the moon played off of his white skin and danced through his hair. Yuki caught Kyo by the back of the neck and pressed in for a deep kiss. Kyo stiffened at the sudden contact, but found himself relaxing into the arms of his rival. Confusion swept over him, but he tossed it aside for the time being. `Ask questions later.' He thought. He placed his hands on Yuki's hot skin. Yuki moaned softly and pushed Kyo onto his futon, mounting him immediately. Kyo gasped, but his breath was caught by Yuki's kiss as he reclaimed Kyo's swollen lips. Kyo found his hands wandering about the rat's torso, marveling in the smoothness of it all. Yuki placed warm kisses down his throat to the collar of his tee shirt. He paused, sat up, and pulled the unwanted fabric over Kyo's head before continuing his kisses down his chest and stomach. Kyo could feel his body reacting to Yuki's attention. The rat pulled Kyo's pants past his ankles, and continued his kisses in that direction. Kyo moaned and flexed his hips. His body was aching. Yuki peered up at Kyo. He could clearly see the power and passion flickering through his violet eyes. Kyo wondered the story that his eyes told. Yuki lapped at his testicles earning more moans and uncomfortable shifting. The rat finally engulfed the length of Kyo's penis, rolling his tongue up and down the throbbing shaft. Kyo was breathless, and lost control of his every movement. Yuki sped up his undulations and Kyo knotted his fingers in the rat's soft hair. He groaned loudly. This was all going to be over soon. Yuki pumped harder and faster. Kyo found himself teetering on the edge of oblivion.

 

Kyo heard something beeping. He sat up breathlessly just as a stream of hot semen poured from the tip of his penis and all over his pants and sheets. “Damnit!” He muttered. He turned off his alarm clock and tried fruitlessly to catch his breath. The details of his dream played endlessly through his head. “Damnit, Damnit, DAMNIT!” `What the hell was that?!?'

 

Someone tapped lightly on his door. “Kyo?” Tohru asked. “Are you O.K.?”

 

“Uh… yeah, I'm fine!”

 

“Do you need help with anything?” She asked

 

Kyo panicked. “Um… no, I'm… uh… not dressed!” He tore off his shirt and bundled his sheets around the mess he made in his pajama pants. He raced to the door. His head was swimming as he opened it; apparently he was still a little lightheaded from his very graphic dream. Tohru noticed the blank look in his eyes.

 

“Kyo?” She placed her hand on his forehead. “You're burning up. Are you sure you want to go to school today?” She asked.

 

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine.”

 

Yuki was padding silently down the hall. Kyo glared at him, Yuki ignored this gesture. “Good morning, Miss Honda.” He said brightly.

 

“Up early again?” She asked, worried.

 

Once again she seemed to have forgotten Kyo's existence. He slammed the door loudly earning a startled yelp from Tohru.

 

“Kyo?”

 

“It's best to ignore him when he does things like that, Miss Honda.” Kyo heard Yuki tell her as their voices disappeared down the hall. “Misdirected rage…”

 

Kyo was left in silence, and his dreams reclaimed his consciousness. He found himself asking questions not only like `what the hell?' But also like `why was Yuki so assertive?' And `why did I give in so easily?' It was those questions that really freaked him out.

 

Kyo was still distracted at breakfast, and it must have been painfully obvious to the rest of the members of the household. Shigure, try as he may, couldn't make the kitty lively. He simply sat, mulling over the disturbing features of his dream. Playing and replaying them in his head until the details began to fray at the edges.

 

“Kyo?” Tohru asked. Silence. “Um… Kyo?” She waved her hand in front of his face.

 

The kitty jumped. “AH! Yeah what?” He asked.

 

“Um… I'm sorry.” She looked away.

 

Kyo could feel Yuki's angry stare burning into him. “Ah, that's not what I meant! What did you want?”

 

“Oh, um… it's nothing really. I just thought that you still didn't look well, and I was wondering if maybe you should stay home from school today.”

“Nah, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well.”

 

“Oh?” Shigure asked. “And why might that be?” A sly grin formed across his face.

 

“I don't know what you're smiling about you dumb dog! But I was just having nightmares!”

 

“You know, Kyo, you don't have to worry too badly, they say those kinds of dreams mean you want someone's attention.” Shigure assured him.

 

“WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT HIS ATTENTION!?!” Kyo screamed. Suddenly he realized what he just said. “YOU'RE SICK! IT WASN'T THAT KIND OF DREAM!” He lied.

 

“What kind of dream?” Tohru asked.

 

“Hmm…” Shigure began, “So it was a guy! I didn't think you had it in you Kyo; Aya will be thrilled. And what guy has been ignoring you lately?” He asked peering at Yuki.

 

“You're disgusting. Both of you.” Yuki said flatly.

 

“What kind of dream?” Tohru repeated.

 

“Just ignore them, Miss Honda. They're vulgar.”

 

“IT WASN'T THAT KIND OF DREAM!” Kyo slammed his fist on the table.

 

“Kyo, I know you've been, `cough,' frustrated lately, but please don't take it out on my house!”

 

“AH!!!” He screamed. “I'M GOING TO SCHOOL!”

 

“Kyo, wait!” Tohru called, but he ignored her and slammed the door loudly behind him.

 

“MY HOUSE, KYO!” Shigure called after him.

 

Kyo's hair bristled and he thumped along the path to school muttering angrily to himself.