Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 22 ( Chapter 22 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Furuba Lemon RR 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 710 | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 710 | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Yuki shivered from the cold attacking his sweaty body as Saki rose from his lap. He felt sure that if he stood up his knees would give out ¬ they felt too much like jelly. He would have marveled at Saki's strength to be able to stand, but his mind was otherwise occupied with taking in the image of her standing casually nude in front of him with a far away look on her face.
"Do you hear that?" she asked in a kind of husky whisper.
"Uh huh," Yuki answered absently, silently noting her flushed body and tousled hair. He was starting to contemplate whether or not he was ready to stand when he noticed her attention wasn't on him at all. With a mental shake, Yuki let Saki's question sink in. "Noise?" He furrowed his brow as if he were trying to figure out a complex problem.
Saki looked back at him and nodded, though it wasn't necessary considering that a loud cry permeated the room soon after his question.
"Is that someone yelling?" Yuki sat up, the euphoria cloud having now been replaced by alarm.
"I suppose we have been too long away from the party. Without our regulation all has fallen into chaos," Saki said solemnly as she started to gather up clothes. Yuki simply accepted the (possibly drunken) logic along with his clothes.
Neither had much energy to dress rapidly and rush out of the room; both tried to bear the silent moments punctuated by frantic cries stoically. Surely someone else in the house would be able to hear all the noise -- there should be *someone* nearby who could rush onto the scene.
Once Yuki had pulled on his pants, he saw the Saki had already put her dress back on and was now sporting a flushed face.
"What is it?" he asked as he put on his shirt. A thought crossed his mind that she was thinking about what they just did and she was regretting it ¬ he couldn't get rid of the idea.
"Ah" Saki choked on her next word. She absently wove her hand at him saying, "Never mind. The sound just reminds me of something."
Yuki would have liked to ask her what it reminded her of, but she was already moving to go outside of the study; he hastened to catch up with her.
As the noise got louder, the two increasingly doubted their decision to get to the source. Suddenly, the noise died. Yuki looked to Saki to try to figure out what to do next only to find her looking back at him in the same manner. He gave a half hearted shrug and they continued on to where they believed the person yelling was. "Oh," Saki said softly, eyes wide, when she arrived at the dining room, subsequently discovering two nude intertwined bodies.
"Didn't you get the wrong brother?" She said in a louder voice.
"What are you doing?" Yuki exclaimed over Saki, outraged. His face was a bright red that extended to his ears and neck; his hands were clenched tightly by his side. He directed his glare at Ayame, but Motoko cringed as if Yuki had put the full weight of his anger on her.
"Having glorious sex," Ayame answered with a childish grin of satisfaction. "Wanna have a go at it?"
Taking a glance at Yuki, Saki wisely bit back a comment that he wouldn't have likely appreciated.
Yuki spat out something incoherent, turned rigidly away from the scene his brother had created, and rushed out ¬ away. Saki sent a semi-apologetic look over at the nude pair, and walked off in the direction Yuki had gone.
"Ah, my poor flower," Ayame crooned to the petrified Motoko. Tears began to leak from her eyes, and Ayame patted her comfortingly on her hand. "The womanly joy of an orgasm was stolen from you all too soon. This is unacceptable for this to be your first experience. I must make it up to you!" he finished his speech with passion.
"Do you hear that?" she asked in a kind of husky whisper.
"Uh huh," Yuki answered absently, silently noting her flushed body and tousled hair. He was starting to contemplate whether or not he was ready to stand when he noticed her attention wasn't on him at all. With a mental shake, Yuki let Saki's question sink in. "Noise?" He furrowed his brow as if he were trying to figure out a complex problem.
Saki looked back at him and nodded, though it wasn't necessary considering that a loud cry permeated the room soon after his question.
"Is that someone yelling?" Yuki sat up, the euphoria cloud having now been replaced by alarm.
"I suppose we have been too long away from the party. Without our regulation all has fallen into chaos," Saki said solemnly as she started to gather up clothes. Yuki simply accepted the (possibly drunken) logic along with his clothes.
Neither had much energy to dress rapidly and rush out of the room; both tried to bear the silent moments punctuated by frantic cries stoically. Surely someone else in the house would be able to hear all the noise -- there should be *someone* nearby who could rush onto the scene.
Once Yuki had pulled on his pants, he saw the Saki had already put her dress back on and was now sporting a flushed face.
"What is it?" he asked as he put on his shirt. A thought crossed his mind that she was thinking about what they just did and she was regretting it ¬ he couldn't get rid of the idea.
"Ah" Saki choked on her next word. She absently wove her hand at him saying, "Never mind. The sound just reminds me of something."
Yuki would have liked to ask her what it reminded her of, but she was already moving to go outside of the study; he hastened to catch up with her.
As the noise got louder, the two increasingly doubted their decision to get to the source. Suddenly, the noise died. Yuki looked to Saki to try to figure out what to do next only to find her looking back at him in the same manner. He gave a half hearted shrug and they continued on to where they believed the person yelling was. "Oh," Saki said softly, eyes wide, when she arrived at the dining room, subsequently discovering two nude intertwined bodies.
"Didn't you get the wrong brother?" She said in a louder voice.
"What are you doing?" Yuki exclaimed over Saki, outraged. His face was a bright red that extended to his ears and neck; his hands were clenched tightly by his side. He directed his glare at Ayame, but Motoko cringed as if Yuki had put the full weight of his anger on her.
"Having glorious sex," Ayame answered with a childish grin of satisfaction. "Wanna have a go at it?"
Taking a glance at Yuki, Saki wisely bit back a comment that he wouldn't have likely appreciated.
Yuki spat out something incoherent, turned rigidly away from the scene his brother had created, and rushed out ¬ away. Saki sent a semi-apologetic look over at the nude pair, and walked off in the direction Yuki had gone.
"Ah, my poor flower," Ayame crooned to the petrified Motoko. Tears began to leak from her eyes, and Ayame patted her comfortingly on her hand. "The womanly joy of an orgasm was stolen from you all too soon. This is unacceptable for this to be your first experience. I must make it up to you!" he finished his speech with passion.