Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Tell Me To ❯ Tell Me To ( One-Shot )

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

TELL ME TO
A Fruits Basket fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I should apologize for this, but I won't. =P An idea that simply came about...out of thin air...when my muses decided they wanted to play. Kyo x Kisa pairing. Kisa's aged a bit for purity purposes. PWP lemon. Told from Kisa's point of view. I hope you will enjoy. Comments welcome. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.



It had been a warm day outside. Very unlike a normal spring day. But on this particular day, the first since taking my high school entrance exams, nothing seemed normal.

My sixteenth birthday loomed on the horizon. My mother was busy planning a "surprise" party. I learned of it only because Hiro is terrible at keeping secrets from me.

Hiro.

My relationship with him was also unusual. Many in the family suspected that we'd get married and have our own family some day. That is not the case, however. At least, not at this time. Hiro has high goals he wants to achieve. So do I. And while we support each other by being the best of friends, a romantic relationship is...just not to be.

Yet none of this everyday stuff crossed my mind as I hurried over to Kazuma-sensei's dojo. I had been taking self-defense lessons for a few weeks. My soaring self-confidence was proof that I was doing well. I enjoyed the time away from home. Away from the fact that I was a member of the cursed jyuunishi.

And simply spend time with...him.

Him.... My cousin.

Kyo.

We've never been close. Not really. He's an outcast in the family. But beneath my shy exterior I've always looked up to him. His courage is admirable. He seems fearless. Free. I've secretly wanted to be like him: strong, courageous, fearless and free. Especially the last.

Once I entered high school I decided I wanted to learn self-defense. So twice a month I would pay a visit to Kazuma-sensei for one hour. My mother was against it. So was Hiro. Even Yuki and Haru expressed concern. Kyo was the only one to speak up in my defense.

"It's dangerous out there. She should learn. At least enough to get away and run for it."

But the training didn't stop there.

I adapted an interest for karate. I wanted to be like "The Karate Kid". While I knew that might not be possible, I still wanted to try. Again my family expressed concern, but it was Kyo who gave me the encouragement I needed to continue.

Then, about a year ago, he became my teacher.

Kazuma-sensei probably did it more for Kyo's sake than mine. Since graduating high school he'd been restless, training harder. He spent less and less time at Shigure's and more time with Kazuma-sensei.

As time went on, we grew closer. Learned just a little more about each other. We expressed ourselves more through movement than words, but I learned to interpret his actions. I knew when he was angry, or having a bad day, just like I knew when he was happy or excited. It was a slow process over the last several months but a learning experience nonetheless.

So it was no surprise to me when I realized that I was falling in love with him.

More and more lately I've been flirting. Yes, flirting. Hiro would frown and be all sorts of mad. My mother would fret herself to death. Akito may even hurt me again if the knowledge were to get out. Honestly, I cared about neither. I knew where I stood with myself. I knew what I wanted.

Was it wrong to go after it?

Wrong to go after him?

"Ow!"

"Dammit, Kisa! Were you even paying attention?"

It took only a moment for the pain to register in my head, then in my arm. What had happened? Was it broken? Had I hit him by accident? We were sparring pretty well today. I guess both of us have issues to work out.

Kyo stood in front of me, his hand reaching for my wrist. I felt his fingers slide over my skin before the pain hit again. I bit my lower lip, groaning as he stepped closer to inspect the damage.

"You threw that punch all wrong," he said in a half concerned, half scolding voice. "Does it hurt to bend your arm?"

I attempted and boy did it hurt, but after a little while, the pain subsided to a constant ache. He let go of my wrist and stepped back as I exercised my arm some more. It hurt more in the elbow than anywhere else, but as long as I didn't bend a certain way, I was okay.

"Can we continue?"

"You sure?"

"Hai!"

Kyo looked skeptical, knowing enough about injury from his own experiences, but he took an attack stance anyway. "All right. I'm going to come at you. Let's try that throw I showed you last week."

"Okay."

He moved quickly, everything falling into place as it should have. He lunged and I grabbed his arm. He stepped forward and I moved to the side. With ease I was able to lower him to the ground. Effortlessly he fell. And out of instinct I followed him to the floor. It wasn't part of the move, actually it was all wrong, but I did it anyway.

From the floor, Kyo looked up at me confused. I knew what was going threw his mind, or so I thought. Was I changing the move? Had I learned something new? His curiosity gave him away. But it wasn't something new. Just a way to pin him to the floor.

Just a way to get him to stare at me with those fiery eyes of his.

Just a way to get closer to him, straddling his lap with my hands on his shoulders.

The way he fidgeted slightly, licking his lips, made my heart race. It was pounding so hard at that moment that I couldn't hear anything else. I barely heard him speak, reading his lips as they moved.

"What are you doing?" A simple question spoken with no emotion.

That's when I moved to step two. What was step one, I briefly pondered before leaning forward. Step two formed in my head and step three was nearly forgotten as I pressed my lips against his. A wonderful sensation to feel that moist flesh beneath mine.

Even better when he kissed me back.

I pulled away, waiting for him to get angry, to say something rash. But there was no anger in his eyes. No hint of crude remarks from his parted lips. For a moment I was afraid that any words would sully the moment, break the fragile thing we now shared.

Then he pulled me down and kissed me again. Deeper this time. And I felt the world around me shatter into brilliant shards of light.

His hands, grasping my shoulders, slackened and moved lower until he cupped my rear. With a jerk he pulled me that distant inch or two to sit squarely over his manhood. And he was already hard! I nearly squealed in surprise, but his tongue in my mouth kept any sound from escaping.

It wasn't long before I felt his fingertips on my skin, moving under my shirt and along the waistband of my pants. My hands moved to, caressing the hard planes of his chest and abdomen, moving over well-muscled arms and shoulders. Then I felt his skin, as if the material of his uniform had magically vanished. I sighed feeling the warm touch of his flesh against mine.

Wait! When did MY uniform disappear?!

When the kiss broke we were both breathless and half dressed. Nimble fingers made quick work of the front clasp of my bra and I watched as Kyo's eyes roamed over the expanse of my exposed chest. His fingers followed his eyes, teasing me, burning me. I reached for his chest, to mirror his actions, but was stopped as he lowered himself. I closed my eyes as his tongue moved over one taut nipple before lavishing more of my bare flesh.

I gripped his shoulders as new sensations overwhelmed me. His back was huge as I caressed the corded muscle there, reaching for something I could not name. When I reached his butt - it was a stretch on my part, height difference and all - I dug my nails in. Using what strength I could muster, I pulled him closer as he had done to me.

Was it my imagination, or was he harder than before.

He groaned, adjusting himself so that our groins could touch and he was still able to bestow attention on my breasts.

I heard a little voice in my head. It was telling me to stop. Telling me to end this madness. It sounded strangely like Hiro that voice, then my mother. Eventually it was a chorus in my mind, ringing in my ears even as my blood pounded.

Distracted, I had no clue when my hands reached into his pants, cupping his swelled flesh in my hands. I had no idea that my pants had already been discard. No comprehension as I felt the sweet touch of his fingertips against my womanhood. No reason as he pushed a finger inside of my, making me moan in response.

Hips lips, his fingers, they were everywhere. The only lifeline I held was his bulging manhood. Unconsciously I stroked him, worked him, and moved around him, making him moan louder. My moans answered his until my body felt numb and he jerked himself out of my grasp.

My eyes finally opened and I could see him sitting up, moving away. Was that? Or had I angered him? Had I done something wrong? My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I watched as he slid his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles before tossing them aside. I got a good look at him naked, and he let me, probably taking in my naked at the same time.

Then he was with me again, covering my body with his, and we resumed our previous play. The air was more electrically charged, more heated. Knowing that he was naked, knowing that I was naked, and knowing what was to come made me shiver in anticipation. Knowing Kazuma-sensei or another student could've caught us made our play all the sweeter.

But for one instant, it all stopped. He stopped. And I held my breath.

"Tell me to stop," he said through clenched teeth. The weight of his forehead against mine only stressed the pressure I now felt. He was giving me a way out. A chance to say no. And a part of me wanted to. Part of me wanted to stop this madness.

"Just...tell me to stop."

It wasn't right, a little voice said in the back of my mind.

"Kisa.... Tell me to...."

My body hummed at his touch. My blood boiled at his aggressiveness. The pure rawness of his character. My heart fluttered at the look of utter desire in his eyes. It tickled wherever he touched me. My skin grew warm and my muscles shuddered. And knowing that I was so close to having his engorged flesh inside of me....

It wasn't right.

But I couldn't say no.

"Tell...me...to...."

"Do it, Kyo."

My voice was certain, my eyes determined. And when our gazes locked, I felt that first precious touch of him. My skin was on fire, but it was nothing compared to the licking flames as he spread me wide, tore me apart from the inside. I opened my mouth to scream but only a whimper made it out. I felt as if I'd been ripped in two, split in the middle. Such pain!

"Gomen," he whispered in my ear. A soothing, gentle voice. "Try to relax."

Tears stung my ears, escaping down my cheeks. He kissed them away, and more fell. "I'm...trying. But...it...it...hurts."

"It'll go away," he promised. "Just relax. Take a deep breath."

I gulped in as much air as my lungs would take before slowly releasing it. The longer we remained still, the better the pain was. And I was more aware of him inside of me. He seemed larger now than when I had held him in my hands. I was stretched to limits, my body accommodating his in miraculous ways. I never knew. Never knew it could feel so...so...wonderful.

Then he started moving - just the tiniest of motions - and my world spun around me.

I clutched at him, my fingernails scoring his flesh as his movements increased in speed. My legs wrapped around his middle, my heels digging into his buttocks in hopes of urging him faster. With my eyes closed all I could do was feel.

And gods but it felt wonderful!

My body grew lighter by the second. His pace continued to increase. Sweat made the friction between our bodies less, skin sliding against skin, just as he worked himself in and out of my center. My vaginal muscles clenched onto him and didn't want to let go. I tried holding him in place but all he did was move faster.

Light flashed behind my eyelids, my body totally weightless, and a I felt a peace I had never known before. One where I knew that somehow I was now complete. Though overheated, my body shuddered, my muscles going lax and all movement coming to a halt.

'Is this an orgasm,' I thought to myself.

His body answered my question. I felt his release, something wet pushing against me, like a water gun. This triggered another reaction in my body and I felt tremors from my stomach all the way up my spine. It wasn't as forceful as the first, but it was enough to wipe all thought from my mind, leaving me nearly lifeless on the dojo floor.

The next thing I remember is feeling his arms around me, his voice hushed in my ear. I was taking to one of the spare rooms and placed on a futon. His futon. I know, only because that is where I woke up.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

The dojo was empty when I searched it.

Sad, yet somewhat relieved, I left without saying good-bye.

"Kisa.... Tell me to...."

I only hoped that I would be able to tell him again. Next week.


~FIN~

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. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^