[FB] A Little Stress Relief - chatper 2

[meiface.livejournal.com]

[A Little Stress Relief]
[A Kyo/Yuki Fruits Basket fic]
[R to NC-17]
[Table of Contents]

Warnings: boy x boy, explicit content, incest (of a sort)
Disclaimer: I don't own and never will own the rights to Fruits Basket; I write not for profit but only to entertain my personal muses.
Notes: Previously posted on Fanfiction.net, but it was removed due to content. Also seen at Kyouke. If you wish to archive, feel free. Just let me know. :D

Feedback would be lovely, as always~



A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/meitachi

/ chapter 2 kaze no koe /

“So why were you two home so late anyway?” Shigure asked at dinner. He peered curiously at the two Soumas sitting at opposite ends of the table. “I expected you at least an hour earlier.”

Kyo choked on his food. He coughed, face flushing, and shot a swift look at his partner-in-crime. Yuki merely chewed on his rice and replied blandly, “None of your business, Shigure.” He batted his long lashes, sparkled, and added, “Honda-san’s cooking is very good, isn’t it?”

That effectively distracted the wayward-minded Shigure. “Oh yes, it’s Tohru-kun’s birthday next week,” he announced, brandishing his chopsticks in a grand gesture. “We should do something for her.” Yuki ducked the pickled radishes he was waving around with ease and familiarity.

Kyo paused, eyes wide, a strip of teriyaki beef halfway to his mouth. “It is?!”

“Stupid cat,” snorted his violet-eyed cousin, “you never listen, do you?” He flashed an irritated look at his cousin, mildly entertained as the other boy’s face turned red. It was so fun to bait him.

“She never told us it was her birthday!”

“Yes, she did. Last week, in fact, when Momiji was complaining about how his birthday wasn’t for another two months.”

Still looking outraged, but tinted with a hint of embarrassment, Kyo snapped, “Well, how was I supposed to remember that?”

Yuki raised an eyebrow and calmly finished the last bit of rice in his bowl. “Shigure and I did.”

Shigure watched the verbal spar for a while, amused and acting as if he were at a tennis match, head swinging from one boy to the other. After Yuki’s winning point, (hardly surprised that the rat had won, of course), he said loudly, “We should throw her a party.”

The younger Soumas turned and stared.

“Shigure,” asked Yuki, a sincerely doubtful look on his face, “are you insane?” He set his chopsticks down beside his empty bowl and crossed his arms and eyed the writer skeptically.

He received an innocent expression in response. “Maybe, but why?”

“C’mon, you really expect a coupla guys who can’t even manage to feed and clean after themselves to make a decent party for her?” Kyo rolled his eyes. “She’ll be lucky if she can tell what’s supposed t’be the cake!”

Yuki backhanded him casually. “This from the guy who can’t get his beloved Kagura to leave him alone.”

“HEY! At least it’s not Akito who’s—“ Yuki hit him again, “—ow, fuck, that hurt dammit! Damn rat.”

Shigure had tuned them out by now, choosing instead to outline his plans for the party. “We can invite Aya and Momiji and Haa-kun—“

“Which one?” Yuki asked.

“—and all her lovely high school friends—“

“The yankee and the psychic?”

Shigure paused in his rhapsody to smile widely. “And all of us of course! We’ll have a grand time. Who wants to make the cake?”

Silence answered him.

“Maybe we’ll buy the cake,” he said, noting the Looks he was receiving from Kyo and Yuki. He tapped his chopsticks against his mouth thoughtfully. “Yuki can send out invitations and Kyo can think up games to play! We’ll order out for food of course, Yuki can do that too, and Kyo can decorate. This’ll be fun!” He beamed.

Kyo looked at him sourly. “And what do you plan to do, O Great Dictator?”

“Supervise!”

--

After abandoning Kyo in the kitchen with the dirty dishes on the pretext that he needed to go make invitations, Yuki sat at the desk in his room and contemplated the list of guests he had written down. Arisa-san, Saki-san, Momiji, Hatori, Hatsuharu (apparently, Shigure had meant both when he’d said “Haa-kun.”), Ayame… That last name concerned Yuki the most. He, Shigure, and the baka neko were all going to attend, naturally, and Yuki didn’t know if he really wanted to deal with his aniki…

But it was for Honda-san’s birthday.

He sighed, resigning himself to the attentions of his capricious white-haired brother, then smirked as he penned the name Kagura beneath Ayame. That made him feel better. If he was going to be uncomfortable, he wouldn’t be the only one.

Thoughts of being uncomfortable made the violet-eyed boy recall his back. His scraped and bruised back, along with other, er, sore parts of him… He shifted in his chair. Damn cat. Had to take him up against that stupid wall, didn’t he? Inconsiderate as usual. Yuki ran a hand through his hair. Though it had been a release, in more ways than one. He was definitely less tense than he’d been earlier that day. There was always that to be said about their strange…relationship? Whatever it was.

He knew it wasn’t natural. Not even the boy on boy issue, which didn’t faze Yuki, especially with his suspicions about Shigure and his older brother. And, um, Hatori too… But the fact that the relationship was purely physical was probably what made it unusual. He and Kyo still hated each other, constantly sniping at each other at every opportunity that often escalated into physical combat. It was hardly what could be called “normal” by any definition.

But it worked for them. And Yuki didn’t need anything more from the baka neko.

He tapped his pencil against the list in front of him, unsettled by the feeling of discontent clinging to him.

--

Yuki had left to walk Tohru home from her part-time job, Shigure was busy in his library, working on his “newest masterpiece,” as he put it, and that left Kyo alone with his thoughts, which was perfectly fine with him. He was sprawled on the roof, arms pillowing his head, staring at the dark sky above. It was still a little chilly, despite being late spring, but he didn’t mind. The breeze whispered through the nearby trees and all the familiar noises of the night manifested as usual. And, as usual, the cat’s thoughts drifted to his nemesis, his counterpart, his cousin, his…lover?

No, that would connote some sort of emotional entanglement as well, something akin to “love.” Yuki and Kyo were far from that; they were just casual “fuck buddies,” as Kyo termed it crassly in his mind. It was all an escape, a stress relief, a way to let out all the tension that came with being a cursed Souma. It was a way to be intimate with someone without them discovering the family’s secret; that was all.

Kyo let his eyes travel across the inky expanse of sky above him. He remembered the first time, the first encounter, the initial shock and tentative exploration, the inexperienced fumbling, the building pleasure that shot the inside of his eyelids with streaks of blinding white as his world shattered, and the gasping and shuddering breaths and trembling bodies as the world fitted itself back together, piece by piece… He closed his eyes and tried to will away the wave of arousal that accompanied the memory.

“Damn,” he hissed, the word escaping between his teeth in a soft whisper of sound. He probably shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like these. They were…dangerous…

They’d been at home, alone, on a night much like this. Tohru had been at work again and Shigure had been visiting Hatori at the Souma house. Kyo had growled and muttered unflattering things about being stuck with the damn rat and had stomped to the living room with his manga, determined to ignore his cousin for the remainder of the night. Yuki had been typically calm and stoic, accepting the situation with no comment, though he did spare an irritated look in the cat’s direction. The violet-eyed boy had disappeared into his room to do his homework and seemed as willing to ignore Kyo as Kyo was willing to ignore him. Everything had been fine. Quiet and slightly tense, as it always was between the two Soumas, but relatively at peace.

Until Kyo had realized what kind of manga he was reading.

--

He stared at the book in his hands with dismay. He hadn’t realized… Dammit, it was all that yankee’s fault! She’d lent him the manga. He should’ve been suspicious right off the bat, what with her broad smirk as she’d handed over. But he’d never suspected…

Kyo battled with his body, but it was too late, he was already hard. He cursed under his breath. Stupid thing. He threw the manga across the room, uncaring if he bent the damn thing. How could that yankee have given him a yaoi manga to read? How could he not have realized from the beginning? And most importantly, what the hell was he going to do about his hard-on?

Shit, he thought. He wasn’t gay, or at least he didn’t think so, but he’d always appreciated beauty. C’mon, he was even willing to admit that Yuki was pretty, however grudgingly. Most of the time he used it as ammunition against the kuso nezumi but, whatever. It wasn’t his concern right now. Kyo just wished the picture of two bishounen entangled with each other, kissing extremely heatedly, hadn’t had the effect it was currently having on him.

He groaned and shoved his hands in his hair. Stupid, stupid, stupid thing. Kami-sama, what was he going to do now? He could hardly take care of the problem himself, with his stupid cousin upstairs and separated only by open stairs and thin walls. Kyo tried to will away his erection but it refused to be daunted, the mental image of two naked pretty boys all over each other still fresh in his mind.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

He damn near fell of the couch. A stream of curses slipped through his lips. Yuki stood at the foot of the stairs, hands on his hips, and a scowl on his face. His eyes flicked across the room quickly, taking in the manga tossed haphazardly on the floor and Kyo curled up on the couch.

“Goddammit, do you always have to sneak up on me like that?” demanded Kyo. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, he thought. What if Yuki noticed? What would he do? He held his breath as Yuki rolled his eyes.

“Just because you’re deaf, baka neko...” He strode past the couch and into the kitchen. Kyo let out his breath in relief. He heard sounds of Yuki getting a glass and filling it water. Good, the nezumi just wanted a drink. Maybe he’d get through this without lifelong humiliation. Hurriedly, he scrambled to grab a sofa pillow and hold it over his lap, trying to look casual and reclining against the couch as his cousin reappeared, cup in hand.

Yuki raised an eyebrow at the cat’s new accessory but didn’t comment. Instead, to Kyo’s infinite horror, he walked over to the manga lying on the ground and picked it up. “Gravitation Remix,” he read off the cover as he straightened. His eyes widened and he turned toward the redhead on the couch, eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you were a yaoi fan.”

“I’m not!” Kyo said defensively. “It’s all that damn yankee’s fault she gave me the damn manga and I had no idea what was in it otherwise I wouldn’t have read it but I didn’t know and the damn yankee didn’t tell me she probably thought it was fucking hilarious and so I read it and I found out so I threw it over there—“

Yuki interrupted, which might have been a good thing since Kyo was running out of breath, except the rat said, with a definite smirk playing across his lips, “Is our darling neko aroused?”

“Shut up!”

“He is, isn’t he?”

And Kyo didn’t quite remember the next few moments clearly, though he’s positive on the fact that it was that kuso nezumi who initiated it all, but suddenly he was being pressed down into couch, pinned to the cushions by the slim body of his cousin, an unfamiliar mouth on his.

Stunned, he laid there motionless for a few brief seconds, heart pounding in something akin to fear but not, before struggling and making unintelligible sounds. By the time Yuki let up, Kyo was flushed and shocked and angry. In response to his shouted questions and accusations and incoherent rambling, Yuki looked at him from beneath those obscenely long eyelashes and finally, softly, said,

“God, don’t be so paranoid, baka neko. It’s just stress relief.”

And he rocked his hips against Kyo’s—the pillow had disappeared somewhere in the midst of all this—and suddenly the cat couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, all he could do was revel in the sensations. He grabbed the other boy’s shoulders unthinkingly and tugged him closer, until their mouths were attached again and hands were wandering up and down backs and sides and traveling up under shirts.

Kyo wondered momentarily just what the hell he was doing, but then lips attacked his collarbone, sucking and taunting and then he couldn’t think at all.

--

They hadn’t gotten further than handjobs that first time and mutual release, but that night had marked the beginning of their…relationship. Whatever it was. Kyo had questioned it more times than he could count, yet he couldn’t break away from it. Something tied him to Souma Yuki and he didn’t know what, but he accepted it for now. It, the relationship, the stress relief, whatever you wanted to call it, it worked. Kyo wasn’t going to argue with it. So he felt a little weird about it sometimes, but that was normal, right? He was screwing the brains out of a guy who just happened to be his first cousin, damn pretty, and his arch-nemesis. All this on a weekly basis.

Normal…didn’t quite seem the word for it.

Kyo found that the roof shingles were digging uncomfortably into his back and sat up. He pulled his knees toward him and wrapped his arms around his legs, feeling, for just a moment, as vulnerable as he had been as a child. Impressionable, malleable, gullible… He swallowed and the feeling was gone.

That happened sometimes and he’d taken to dismissing them. They rarely affected them for longer than a few minutes and he’d always feel fine afterwards. It didn’t matter, that wash of emotions, that open confusion, because, inevitably, he would return to the present. Souma Kyo, second year high school student who had a relationship that satisfied exactly what it needed to and didn’t come with all that extra lovey-dovey stuff attached.

Grimacing, Kyo released his knees and stretched. He already had Kagura for that. And speaking of Kagura, he really hoped she wouldn’t be at Tohru’s birthday party next week. He cringed inwardly. Small chance of that. Besides the fact that Yuki was the one sending out invitations and was cheerfully sadistic when it came to the cat’s discomfort, Tohru would also be extremely upset (read: teary eyes that would have all the Soumas tripping over themselves to cheer her up) and Yuki wouldn’t risk that.

The wind tousled his hair. He swept his bangs impatiently out of his eyes. The night continued and he remained in his position on the roof, contemplating the dark. Later, as he climbed back inside the house, it occurred to him to wonder how Yuki had known right off the bat that the manga Kyo had been reading had been yaoi.


-
-
-

| baka neko - stupid cat | kuso nezumi - damned rat | aniki - older brother | bishounen - pretty boy(s) | yaoi - boyxboy love |

Chapter title "kaze no koe" translates to "song of the wind."

Additional Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Gravitation or Gravitation Remix either.