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chineseinkATTN: Epilogue! No, really!
[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
Uh, so I totally didn't get this out on time. But that's alright. It's been three and a half years and I'm finally, truly finished. I now also know better than to ever attempted multi-parters again, gah. One day I might reread and revamp everything, but right now, the entire thing is a bit too painful to get through in one sitting.
At least it's one out of four on my Writing List done before I leave for China. ^^. So, uh, take a moment to enjoy this very brief epilogue to A Little Stress Relief that addresses nothing except who wins the Bet introduced in chapter 5 and altered in chapter 7.
Feedback would be lovely, as always~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meitachi
/ epilogue kono mama toki ga tomareba ii to /
Yuki moaned into the mouth over his, fighting to catch his breath. Fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him still against the lockers as Kyo stole a kiss in the deserted hallway. A knee was pressed between his legs and Yuki bucked his hips, searching for friction.
“D-Don’t,” he gasped, finally tearing his mouth away from Kyo’s. “We’re in school. Anyone could walk by.”
Kyo muttered something unintelligible into the side of Yuki’s neck, his breath warm and moist and ragged. His fingers loosened their clutch on Yuki’s shoulders and slid down to loop loosely around his waist. Yuki could feel Kyo’s chest rising and falling against his. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his wits.
“We should get back to the classroom,” he said, eyes sliding over the boy wrapped around him with affection.
“Afraid to ruin your perfect reputation?” Kyo asked with a smirk. “Sensei can wait a little longer for his books.” He leaned in close again and touched his mouth to Yuki’s ear, fleetingly, teasingly.
“Stupid cat,” said Yuki as he tilted his head with a breathy sigh.
Kyo bit him lightly in response, hands smoothing over the starched, rapidly wrinkling fabric of Yuki’s uniform shirt. Yuki squirmed under his touch, arching into him, and Kyo let his mouth drift from Yuki’s ear to his mouth. Then they were kissing again, hard and fast and thorough, until Yuki was once more at a loss for air. He fisted his hands in Kyo’s hair and panted against the other’s mouth.
“So this is why you’re taking so long with the books.”
Yuki jerked away from Kyo and banged his head against the locker. He winced and his hand flew up to the bump, fingering it gently.
Hanajima stood a few feet away, her arms crossed. She had one eyebrow raised but otherwise looked as deadpan as she normally did, with her dark hair twisted over one shoulder and her skirt long around her legs. “Sensei sent me to see what was holding you up,” she said. “I never imagined I would walk into something like this.” She paused for a long moment and exchanged silent stares with Kyo, whose look was belligerent; Yuki had avoided her gaze, cradling the back of his head with one hand and attempting to straighten his uniform with the other.
“What is this?” Hanajima asked, tipping her head down.
“None of your business!” Kyo snapped, stepping back from Yuki and putting his hands on his hips. “So why don’t you just go back and tell Sensei that we’re on our way?”
“No,” said Hanajima.
Yuki squatted to pick up the stack of books he and Kyo had dropped haphazardly on the ground when Kyo had slammed Yuki up against the lockers for what had originally been a short, swift kiss. He was slightly flushed, hair swinging over pink cheeks.
“Saki-san,” he said quietly. “It’s—personal. And it was a mistake to indulge in it at school. I apologize for our tardiness.” He darted a glance at her. “Please be discreet,” he added, a slightly pleading look in his eyes.
Hanajima smiled, a slow curl of her lips that made her look even more threatening than she had before. Kyo flinched back involuntarily, despite his bravado. Yuki held his books a little more tightly.
“I win,” she said softly. At the blank looks directed her way, she turned and began making her way back to the classroom. “Hurry up. I’ll tell Sensei that another teacher held you up.” Her shoes were silent across the floor as she walked away.
Kyo and Yuki were left staring after her. Yuki shifted his armful of books and looked at Kyo, confusion evident on his face.
“What the hell?” Kyo shook his head and bent down to scoop up the rest of the books. As he straightened, he pressed a quick kiss to Yuki’s mouth and grinned at the irritated look he received in return. “We’ll continue this later, rat,” he promised.
“I have a name,” Yuki groused, rolling his eyes, and the two of them made their way back to the classroom.
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The end. For real.
Chapter title "kono mama toki ga tomareba ii to" translates to "I hope time stops like this."
☆ I want to take a moment now to thank everyone who's read this, who's reviewed, who's stuck with it after it got taken off FF.N and moved here, who's had to deal with the ridiculous amount of times between chapters, and who's had the patience to wait it out with me. Thank you for your love and your encouragement and, mostly, thank you for taking the time to read this, despite how bad I think it is. XD; Banging my head on a wall to finish this, despite my having left the fandom in very obvious ways, has been for you. ♥
[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
Uh, so I totally didn't get this out on time. But that's alright. It's been three and a half years and I'm finally, truly finished. I now also know better than to ever attempted multi-parters again, gah. One day I might reread and revamp everything, but right now, the entire thing is a bit too painful to get through in one sitting.
At least it's one out of four on my Writing List done before I leave for China. ^^. So, uh, take a moment to enjoy this very brief epilogue to A Little Stress Relief that addresses nothing except who wins the Bet introduced in chapter 5 and altered in chapter 7.
Feedback would be lovely, as always~
A LITTLE STRESS RELIEF
by Ryuuza/
meitachi/ epilogue kono mama toki ga tomareba ii to /
Yuki moaned into the mouth over his, fighting to catch his breath. Fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him still against the lockers as Kyo stole a kiss in the deserted hallway. A knee was pressed between his legs and Yuki bucked his hips, searching for friction.
“D-Don’t,” he gasped, finally tearing his mouth away from Kyo’s. “We’re in school. Anyone could walk by.”
Kyo muttered something unintelligible into the side of Yuki’s neck, his breath warm and moist and ragged. His fingers loosened their clutch on Yuki’s shoulders and slid down to loop loosely around his waist. Yuki could feel Kyo’s chest rising and falling against his. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his wits.
“We should get back to the classroom,” he said, eyes sliding over the boy wrapped around him with affection.
“Afraid to ruin your perfect reputation?” Kyo asked with a smirk. “Sensei can wait a little longer for his books.” He leaned in close again and touched his mouth to Yuki’s ear, fleetingly, teasingly.
“Stupid cat,” said Yuki as he tilted his head with a breathy sigh.
Kyo bit him lightly in response, hands smoothing over the starched, rapidly wrinkling fabric of Yuki’s uniform shirt. Yuki squirmed under his touch, arching into him, and Kyo let his mouth drift from Yuki’s ear to his mouth. Then they were kissing again, hard and fast and thorough, until Yuki was once more at a loss for air. He fisted his hands in Kyo’s hair and panted against the other’s mouth.
“So this is why you’re taking so long with the books.”
Yuki jerked away from Kyo and banged his head against the locker. He winced and his hand flew up to the bump, fingering it gently.
Hanajima stood a few feet away, her arms crossed. She had one eyebrow raised but otherwise looked as deadpan as she normally did, with her dark hair twisted over one shoulder and her skirt long around her legs. “Sensei sent me to see what was holding you up,” she said. “I never imagined I would walk into something like this.” She paused for a long moment and exchanged silent stares with Kyo, whose look was belligerent; Yuki had avoided her gaze, cradling the back of his head with one hand and attempting to straighten his uniform with the other.
“What is this?” Hanajima asked, tipping her head down.
“None of your business!” Kyo snapped, stepping back from Yuki and putting his hands on his hips. “So why don’t you just go back and tell Sensei that we’re on our way?”
“No,” said Hanajima.
Yuki squatted to pick up the stack of books he and Kyo had dropped haphazardly on the ground when Kyo had slammed Yuki up against the lockers for what had originally been a short, swift kiss. He was slightly flushed, hair swinging over pink cheeks.
“Saki-san,” he said quietly. “It’s—personal. And it was a mistake to indulge in it at school. I apologize for our tardiness.” He darted a glance at her. “Please be discreet,” he added, a slightly pleading look in his eyes.
Hanajima smiled, a slow curl of her lips that made her look even more threatening than she had before. Kyo flinched back involuntarily, despite his bravado. Yuki held his books a little more tightly.
“I win,” she said softly. At the blank looks directed her way, she turned and began making her way back to the classroom. “Hurry up. I’ll tell Sensei that another teacher held you up.” Her shoes were silent across the floor as she walked away.
Kyo and Yuki were left staring after her. Yuki shifted his armful of books and looked at Kyo, confusion evident on his face.
“What the hell?” Kyo shook his head and bent down to scoop up the rest of the books. As he straightened, he pressed a quick kiss to Yuki’s mouth and grinned at the irritated look he received in return. “We’ll continue this later, rat,” he promised.
“I have a name,” Yuki groused, rolling his eyes, and the two of them made their way back to the classroom.
-
-
-
The end. For real.
Chapter title "kono mama toki ga tomareba ii to" translates to "I hope time stops like this."
☆ I want to take a moment now to thank everyone who's read this, who's reviewed, who's stuck with it after it got taken off FF.N and moved here, who's had to deal with the ridiculous amount of times between chapters, and who's had the patience to wait it out with me. Thank you for your love and your encouragement and, mostly, thank you for taking the time to read this, despite how bad I think it is. XD; Banging my head on a wall to finish this, despite my having left the fandom in very obvious ways, has been for you. ♥
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