[FB] A Little Stress Relief - chapter 6

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[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. Oh, and ANIMEVERSE.
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

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A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/meitachi

/ chapter 6 kuyashii kurai ni /

It would've happened at school again except Kyo didn't snap until halfway home afterwards. It had been four days since the night of Tohru's birthday party, four long days filled with doubts and denials and an almost incessant headache. Frankly, Kyo was sick and tired of it all. He didn't want to discover all the little things he was now noticing about Yuki. He didn't want to think about what that night signified, what changes were occurring, and what the hell he was feeling about it all. He was quite through with thinking, thank you.

It being Tuesday, Tohru didn't have to work, but she'd gone with Uotani and Hanajima that afternoon to shop or see a movie, leaving Kyo and Yuki in an uncomfortable silence as they made the long walk from school to home. It was a few minutes into the woods of the Souma land when Kyo snapped.

Without warning, he turned and shoved his cousin against the nearest tree, their bodies colliding hard. His eyes were strangely bright and diamond-hard, his hands rough against Yuki's shoulders. In a flash, still without a word, his mouth was fastened on the Yuki's, even before the other boy's instincts had a chance to kick in and throw Kyo off of him.

Yuki made a small surprised sound in the back of his throat as Kyo's tongue slipped into his mouth. He wanted to protest, maybe, or question, or—well, he wanted to do something. In the end, however, after an eternity of a second, while all the doubts and dreams and denials of the past half week made a spectacular rush at him, like a gust of wind barreling past, Yuki resigned himself to what had become instinct: he kissed the cat back.

And suddenly, everything was familiar again. The encounter held the same fervor as the previous, the one that had plagued two minds like the most persistent stalker, but it lacked the possessiveness. There was just heat. Lust. Stress relief.

Like it'd always been. Like it should always be.

Sliding his hands into Kyo's fiery hair, Yuki leaned forward and jerked the other boy's head down until their mouths crashed together, unmindful that he'd stumbled backwards, back meeting the tree trunk with even more force than Kyo's earlier shove, and his school bag had slid off his shoulders. There was a faint ache tugging at the edge of his consciousness, but it was overridden by the need to prove that everything was okay. Everything was just as it was before. No different.

The red-haired Souma's deft fingers had made quick work of the buttons on Yuki's uniform. The rat bit back a moan as Kyo fastened his mouth of the pulse at the base of the pale neck and trailed, slowly, maddeningly, to the juncture between neck and shoulder. He paused there, lapping his tongue across the sensitive skin, heated breaths causing Yuki to tug him closer, hands sliding up under Kyo's uniform, and Kyo shifted his stance, moving one leg between his cousin's.

The sheer eroticism as he moved his hips against Yuki's, the familiar rhythm and the ragged gasps, all escalated far quicker than before, and Kyo groaned into the rat's neck and was thankful for the sensations that fogged his mind. He didn't have to think. Thinking was for other people anyway. He just acted.

Something akin to a whimper escaped him as Yuki slid his hands further up his back, fingers caressing bare skin, teasing and taunting and pleasuring.

"God," he choked out, half-blinded in desire, gripping the slender body in his arms roughly, almost desperately, as if it were his only anchor to sanity…or his passage to paradise. "What the hell did you do?"

Yuki hadn't always affected him like this, had he?

The bastard must've done something… Something that made Kyo want to hold on and not let go because if he did he'd be lost in a swirl of dreams that were never meant for him to dream, impossibilities, and futile hopes, and wishes that had only been granted for others. A world that was not his. Yet if he clung to this pale-haired boy with wide violet eyes and a sadistic streak, who spoke softly and walked with grace, and smiled only to hide his pain, he would lose himself in dreams even more fantastical than a home and a family; he would be caught in a tide of never-befores and never-agains and never-meant-to-bes, and denial would wrap itself around him, heavy and dark until it pulled him into the depths where he could no longer see light, and he'd sink into it, softly, because he would never believe.

Yuki wasn't made for taking. At least, not any other way than physically, not any other way than would make the rat clamp his eyes shut and throw his head back and clench his fists over Kyo's back and scream his name while sweat gleamed on his skin until he was almost glowing ethereal in the waning sunlight and his slender form arched, tense, caught in a moment between desire and ecstasy.

There was a hand wriggling down his pants now and the new wave of arousal that crashed upon Kyo's consciousness was enough to pull him out of his mental abyss. He flicked his eyes open briefly and saw the emotions painted on the usually collected, blasé cousin that he both hated and wanted, and it was in the instants of hazy pleasure, where his mind was blissfully unclear, when he could be most honest with himself.

"What did you do to me?" he whispered between labored breaths as long fingers curled around his erection. His chest heaved and his eyes shut again and he leaned his head on the other boy's shoulder.

Yuki flicked his thumb once, twice, across the slick head and Kyo cried out.

Screaming pleasure rushed headlong along his nerves, every inch of his body tense and taut, poised to snap, as gold sparks danced in his vision, fingers convulsively clutching the other boy's hips, gripping hard enough to bruise… It was in that brutal, fierce, white moment of everything in the world that he choked out, not able to manage the growl he would've preferred,

"I can't get you out of my damned head, rat."

And as the late golden sunlight filtered through the leafy greens of the forest, muted as it fell on the two figures pressed against a tree, surrounded by nature's watercolors, painting the scene surreal as if in an Impressionist dabble, Kyo jerked, froze, and came all over his pants and his cousin's hand.

He slumped against Yuki, exhausted.

"Fucker," he mumbled.

Large violet eyes regarded him, unfocused. Then the other boy blinked as if returning to the present and exclaimed abruptly, "It's not my fault!"

Languidly, a relaxed, "What?"

"It's not my fault you can't get me out of your head, idiot!" cried Yuki, shoving him away. Something flashed in his eyes, bright and brittle. "I didn't do a goddamned thing to deserve this!"

Kyo stumbled back a few steps gracelessly, not having completely regained his poise, but his natural balance kept him upright. "Wha—you—" He blinked.

"This is all your fault!"

Indignation returned before he processed fully what Yuki had meant by his earlier statement.

"It's not me!" he snapped. "It's not like I wanted to get you stuck in my head! It's just you. The way you—" He stopped himself, flushing, and looked hastily away, at the ground, embarrassed. When he raised his gaze to Yuki again, he was glaring. "Stupid rat!"

The other Souma opened his mouth to retort, then seemed to think better of it. With one last piercing glare, he stooped and picked up his school bag and whirled away, stalking through the trees toward the house. Kyo was left staring at his cousin in shock and newly enflamed fury.

"What the fuck?" he demanded, struggling to fasten his pants and rearrange his clothes in some semblance of order so he could follow Yuki. "This isn't over yet, rat! What the hell was all that? How is this any of my fault? Just because you—this is all you—" he yelled to the retreating bag. He looked around for his bag and not spotting it immediately, gave it up for a lost cause and sprinted after the other boy. "You're the one who started this whole stupid stress relief thing. You've been using me—my body, what the fuck are you doing, turning this all around on me?"

He caught up to Yuki as the silver-haired boy was removing his shoes, with unnecessary vigor, in the genkan. "Stupid Yuki!" Kyo hissed, even as the other boy ignored him and headed toward the stairs.

Kyo angrily kicked off his shoes and stormed after him. "You started it all! You should've thought about the stupid—the whatever the hell it is! The consequences!" What was that damned rat doing, blaming this all on Kyo? He hadn't done a goddamned thing. Just because that stupid Yuki got stuck in his head and in his thoughts and, more and more frequently, in his dreams… It didn't mean any of this, this…whatever the hell this was, it didn't mean any of it was his fault! He leaped up the stairs after the pale-haired boy.

"Consequences of what?" demanded the rat, eyes spitting violet fire as he turned suddenly in the hallway in front of his room. "This was meant only to be stress relief! We had sex—that's it! Get the tension out of our systems! It was fine, it worked, everything was peachy fucking keen, and now you have to—to—make it all complicated!"

The cat was momentarily taken aback at the furor behind the words. Rarely had he seen his cousin this riled. Something must've really gotten under his skin.

But when it came to Yuki, he never backed down. "It's not complicated," he defended. "It's still just sex. You're the one making up the rest of this crap."

There was a pause, the air nearly tangible with the tension running between the two teens, vibrating tautly. For seconds that stretched into long infinity, the two stared at each other. Then the rat broke the silence derisively, in calmer tones that belied his anger, "I'm making this up, am I? You're the one who said you can't get me out of your head! Tell me, Kyon-Kyon, what the hell does that mean?"

"-!" Kyo snapped his mouth shut. He didn't know. Or at least he was pretty sure he didn't want to know. Wide-eyed, he looked at his cousin.

Could Yuki be right? Could there really be…something more to all this than just sex?

No. Even as he shook his head in denial, Kyo realized that somewhere so deep inside him it'd take a miner, a flashlight, and three days' worth of food to dig it out, he had already been aware that something had changed in this… 'relationship' with Yuki. It'd changed when he'd started getting possessive. When he'd started seeing Yuki in his dreams—dreams that didn't always involve physical gratification. When part of him had started wanting more.

But denial was a powerful thing. Kyo had hated Yuki for years, had sought to defeat him and be part of the Soumas. Even though part of him had been conscious that Yuki wasn't at fault, really, for his being ostracized and that just defeating the rat would never bring him acceptance by Akito, Kyo had firmly put those thoughts so deeply into the depths of his mind that it was almost as if they didn't exist. Because revenge was his purpose…and if even that wasn't justified, what could be justification for his life? So he plodded on determinedly in his goals, whether or not he believed completely in them.

As now, Kyo would claim firmly that he and Yuki only used each other for stress relief, and flinch away from any other suggestions.

Yuki watched him silently as thoughts flickered behind his eyes, casting a garnet tint to the denial that finally settled there. Kyo looked up with resolve.

In disgust, Yuki turned and slid his bedroom door open. Even he wasn't stupid enough to deny that some factor of their relationship had changed, and now it thrown everything off balance. He didn't welcome it, but he acknowledged it at least.

Baka neko.

He slammed the door shut in Kyo's surprised face.

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Yuki lay on his bed, unhappy and frustrated. All of this was so…stupid. He'd never wanted more from this supposedly simple relationship. He knew what he got out of it and he was satisfied. Yet…he couldn't stop the inane fantasies and wishes and just like the stupid cat, he couldn't get a certain stupid cousin's face out of his head. The dynamics of their relationship had changed and Yuki hated it. He wasn't in control of it and therefore hated it.

There were enough things in his life that he couldn't control; namely, the idiotic curse. He couldn't control Akito or Shigure or the people around him or their reactions. The only thing Yuki had a firm grasp on was himself. He could always dictate his own actions and so he could make sure he wasn't around any overeager girl desperate for a date. He could keep himself calm when faced with Kyo's daily taunting and threats. He could distance himself and he did.

But it was of his own volition that he'd gotten into this destined-for-hell relationship…whatever it was.

He'd brought this all on himself, all this stupid wanting and wishing and wondering. If Kyo wasn't, well, Kyo, things might be easier. Because then maybe Yuki wouldn't want him so much.

He rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. God, how his life sucked right now. What a mess. And yet, all his body knew was that it had been left unsatisfied, as Yuki had cut their earlier encounter off abruptly, too shaken by the thoughts in his head to let even his rampant hormones be satisfied.

Kyo's mouth…on him…anywhere, everywhere, there… Hot and tight and wet as it sucked and lapped and blew soft warm breaths to tease. Yuki fisted his hands in the pillow, hips jerking involuntarily, pressing into his futon. He was so tired of thinking, of wondering, of berating himself, of regretting it all. All he wanted was a little sex. Was that too much to ask?

Teenage body and accompanying hormones didn't think so. They had given up thinking as a lost cause ages ago.

Yuki bit his lip as he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against the futon, searching for that desperate, delicious friction. It was so, so good.

But then teenage body made known that it wanted an active participant not attached to Yuki's arm. It wanted another warm and willing body: Kyo.

Yuki sat up, still hard, eyes fever-bright and unfocused and desperate. This was so not fair.

He slid off the side of his futon and stood, padding barefoot to his window and opening it. There was only one thing to do, he thought resolutely. Sticking his head out into the warm breeze, hair ruffling against his heated cheeks, he craned his neck and looked up toward the roof. Kyo was up there, of course. Now to get him down.

"Oi, moron," he started off in a very disagreeable tone, "maybe the real problem with this 'stress relief' relationship of ours is that you aren't very good at it. Once you get off, you completely leave the other person unsatisfied. Rather immature, isn't it?"

Kyo blinked and lifted his head from where he'd been lying on the roof, staring pensively at the sky. He scowled. "What?"

Five minutes later, Yuki found himself pressed hard against the tatami that covered his room floor, shirt discarded and hair disarrayed, straddled along the waist by an equally disheveled and flushed Kyo.

This was…better, his body informed him happily. Quite an improvement. Woohoo! added his hormones helpfully.

The redhead slid further down Yuki's body, leaving a trail of ragged kisses and nips down the rat's bared chest. Occasionally, he would pause to suck at the pale skin hard enough to bruise, and when his tongue dipped playfully into Yuki's navel, the pale-haired boy gasped and arched. At this rate, he thought hazily, pleasure melting slowly into his brain like ice cream on a sweltering day, he wouldn't last much longer.

As Kyo put his fingers into play, darting under the waistband of Yuki's pants and tugging them downward, and then dancing over what was uncovered, Yuki felt that familiar tightening along his veins, steadily building up to what he knew would be an all-too-welcome climax. He relaxed slightly into it, blood singing with electrical shocks of pleasure triggered by fleeting touches and ghosting breaths.

But as his body was occupied, Yuki found to his dismay that his mind wandered. To dangerous territory.

Gods, Kyo, why do I have to need you?

This was in response to the keening moan he gave when the other boy's lips touched lightly to the tip of his erection. His body jerked.

I don't! Yuki thought desperately. …I don't.

(Do I?)

Suddenly, shockingly, unbidden tears stung behind his eyelids, clamped tightly shut to the world, open only to the sensations thrumming along his skin and in his blood. They remained unshed, as ever.

I don't need you.

…I just want you?

There was uncertainty.

He clung to the other boy, fierce, fervent, and tried to deafen his ears to his own mind. He let the heat of Kyo's presence, the slick sweat between their sensitive skin, the mouth sucking languorously at him slowly burn his thoughts to nothing more but a fevered jumble of simple, basic desires and wants and demands.

I want this.

It was shameful, the way he could be reduced to this. The way that he needed…wanted…so badly. But it was what he knew.

Certainty.

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Shigure blew his customary kisses at Ayame, both sparkling and smiling coyly even without an audience. The mild breeze ruffled Ayame's long white hair, making him look decidedly feminine as he batted his long lashes and fluttered a hand in a goodbye wave.

"Farewell, my darling Shigure, parting is such sweet sorrow." He looked completely serious and verily infatuated.

Shigure, on the other hand, was on the verge of laughing. He could usually pull of the deadpan repartee between them without blinking, but he was especially gleeful today. A long afternoon trip to Ayame's dress shop had been one of his brighter ideas—he had truly enjoyed the other man's company as Ayame had bubbled happily about new fabrics and styles and customers. And it'd probably driven his editor closer to suicide than ever. He grinned as he replied something sickly sweet to his childhood friend, who'd given him a ride back to the house, and watched the car pull away.

Pleased with himself and his accomplishments that day, Shigure hummed to himself as he entered the house. In the entranceway, he noticed Yuki and Kyo's shoes, haphazardly tossed all over. So the lovebirds were home, he mused with a raised eyebrow. Interesting.

Slipping his own shoes off with much more elegance and poise than the two teens had obviously managed, the dog found his slippers and wriggled into them happily. Let's play hide-and-seek, he thought happily. Where oh where could the cat and rat be hiding? He headed to the kitchen first, to see if Tohru had left dinner for them, but there was nothing in the fridge—oh, that's right, it was Tuesday, she'd probably be back to cook soon.

A quick glance out of the window confirmed that Yuki wasn't out in the backyard in his little garden, so that meant he was probably holed up in his room. Doing homework. Or Kyo. Shigure grinned lecherously. He had to stifle a cackle as he tread silently up the stairs and his ears caught odd noises coming from the silver-haired Souma's room.

Oh what could they possibly be up to?

Shigure feigned innocence as he carefully tiptoed up to the door and leaned his ear against the door. Hmm, all that gasping and panting and grunting. There must be a lot of physical exertion involved.

He nodded decisively. Push-ups, of course!

Then he laughed at himself and decided today was not the day that the two poor, beleaguered, and completely oblivious teens would be caught unawares. The unmasking of their not-so-secret relationship would come another day.

So he politely knocked and called, "Yuki-kun?" before sliding the door open.


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| genkan - entranceway |

Chapter title "kuyashii kurai ni" translates tentatively to "the shame almost burns me."