Suppressed

AN: Sorry this one took so long. AK! But I’m finally done with school for the time being… summer quarter here we come, though. =(*Pouts* Oh well! Enjoy the chapter, criticism is always welcome!!!

Kyo drummed his fingers nervously on the glass window of the bus stop. He scanned the crowd for Yuki, impatiently wringing his hands together.

“Yuki.” He admitted to Shishou, not sure if he should hang his head or stare his father squarely in the eye. The result was a combination of the two. Shishou looked pensive, if not a little worried. Kyo’s heart thudded in his chest; he felt it begin to descend to his stomach. He sighed.

Finally, a light smile played across his master’s face. “You know, I can’t really say I’m all that surprised.”

Kyo looked to him hopefully. “So then you aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

The kitty shrugged, still unable to make eye contact.

“Kyo… Kyo… Are you in there?”

Kyo shook his head, disoriented. Yuki stood before him, worry staining the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess I was a little out of it.”

Yuki smiled with relief, gently taking his hand. “Sorry I’m a little late. I took Miss Honda over to Miss Hanajima’s. I didn’t want her to be alone with that disgusting dog.”

“Good move.” Kyo leaned against the rat’s shoulder.

Yuki looked down the road for an approaching bus. “So where do you want to go?” He asked.

“I thought we could go to the replay theater. It’s a little shady, but it would be more private.”

The rat smiled. “You just want to go there because your favorite Italian restaurant is down the street.”

“Well, that might be part of it…”

“Private is good though.” Yuki commented, stealing a quick peck on Kyo’s cheek.

The two waited silently for a bus to take them to the right part of town. When it finally arrived, they deposited their coins and made their way to the back. They were greeted by twenty some pairs of angry eyes as they passed.

“This ought to be interesting.” Kyo stammered, nervously grabbing for Yuki’s hand.

Yuki found an empty seat. “We could take them.” He said with a playful smile.

“Hell yeah, we could take them all on!”

Yuki kissed him softly on his lips, sighing as Kyo opened his mouth and lapped gently at his tongue.

“I love you, you damn rat.”

Yuki kissed him again, this time latching onto the back of his head. “I love you too.”

The bus finally rolled up to the downtrodden little neighborhood that contained their theater. They slipped into the crowd and disappeared into the tiny theater.

“I’ve seen that one!” Kyo complained.

“Well, you’re the one who wanted to go to the replay theater, stupid cat. Of course the movies are going to be old.”

“What about Osoi Hito?” Kyo asked.

“What’s it about?”

“A serial killer.”

Yuki looked doubtful.

“Please?”

The rat sighed. “Fine.” He smiled softly. “But you’re going to owe me later.” He playfully chewed on Kyo’s ear.

After a brief argument over who was going to buy the tickets—that ended with “you look like a girl anyway…” and Yuki getting huffy—Kyo scampered off to buy the tickets in apology. When he returned, Yuki gave him a mean glance. He rested his hands on the rat’s hips and stared up into his violet eyes.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you damn rat?”

Yuki tried to give him another mean look, but failed. “No, I suppose I can’t really be mad at you.”

A sweet kiss and a deep breath later, the two found their way into the dusty theater.

“This place really is shady.” Yuki commented as he shifted uncomfortably over the broken springs.

Kyo nodded, carefully lowering himself into his seat afraid it was going to fall through. He draped his arm around the Yuki’s narrow shoulders. He placed his chin atop his muddled mop of silver hair as the rat snuggled into his chest, his hand delicately resting across the kitty’s chest.

“Mmm.” Kyo mumbled. “ Comfy.”

“I would be if this wasn’t here.” Yuki said playfully rattling the sharp metal armrest.

SNAP!

Kyo choked at the horrified look that briefly crossed Yuki’s face. The rat shrugged and discarded the armrest at his feet, but Kyo couldn’t contain his laughter.

“That takes care of that.” Yuki commented snuggling back into Kyo’s chest, uninhibited.

“I wish I had a picture of the look on your face!” The cat snorted, erupting into another round of laughter.

“Oh shut up, you stupid cat. You’d have been surprised too.” Yuki glanced up at the cat, eyes smiling.

Kyo kissed him on his forehead overtaken by the love he felt rushing through his pulsing veins. He tightened his grip; he felt Yuki do the same, crumpling his shirt between his long fingers. He settled in as the previews started.

The movie progressed at an even pace receiving empathetic sighs from the two boys as the main character went about his life. All was well until the graphic murder scenes began. Kyo suddenly noticed Yuki had gone limp in his arms. He shook him, but he remained in his catatonic glaze. Kyo felt guilty. He shifted so he could see Yuki’s expression. He stared at the screen from beneath a lowered brow with the same cold hard expression he wore when he faced Akito. The lights from the screen flashed across his blank face like they were illuminating the dead. He kissed his cheek softly. Yuki jumped and stared at him in fear. Kyo firmly grasped one of his cold, shaking hands. The rat was unaffected, eyes still wide with fear. Kyo crinkled his brow, truly afraid.

“Yuki?” He whispered.

The mouse drew away from him, breath short and uneven.

Kyo sighed, unsure of how to comfort someone afraid of touch. He remembered learning something about post-traumatic stress. He was probably touching him in the same ways that Akito did. ‘Flashbacks.’ He thought, heart heavy. Tears stung the corners of his eyes. He slowly cupped Yuki’s face. His grip was gentle, yet firm. “Yun chan,” he whispered. “It’s me.”

Yuki gasped, his breath unnaturally heavy. He closed his eyes and swallowed, resting his forehead on the kitty’s. “Kyo.” He breathed.

Kyo wrapped his arms around the panting rat as he sunk into the cat’s chest. Kyo knotted his fingers through the sweaty silver strands, brushing them away from his face. He kissed the top of his head. “Are you O.K.?”

Yuki nodded, relaxing into Kyo’s arms. The kitty propped his feet up on the seat in front of him, drawing Yuki’s head into his lap. The rat twisted his long legs down the row, tilting his chin up for a kiss. He relaxed, settling in for the rest of the movie. Kyo gently brushed his fingers through Yuki’s hair, occasionally earning a soft moan of contentment as he massaged his scalp with his fingernails. He watched Yuki’s expression carefully, ruining Yuki’s tense moments with a tender kiss, always earning the same soft smile through heavy lidded eyes. After what seemed an eternity to Kyo, the final credits rolled. He sighed with relief as Yuki kissed him loudly before standing. He gripped the mouse as tightly as he could; a gasp of surprise escaped his lips, but he eventually squeezed him back.

“Are you ready?” Yuki asked.

Kyo nodded, latching onto Yuki’s hand and pulling him behind him, out of the theater. The sun was just setting as they stepped into the warm night air.

“Well…” Yuki began as they walked toward the restaurant, “that was interesting.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that, I mean…”

Yuki gave him a square kiss. “It’s O.K., I actually liked the movie.”

“I know, I just didn’t know how much Sumida would be like…” Kyo’s voice trailed.

Yuki shrugged. “It wasn’t that he was like him that bothered me.” He sighed. “What really struck me was how much he was like me.” Yuki stared into the distance. “I know what it’s like to be treated like you’re subhuman.” Kyo nodded as Yuki paused for several moments. “It’s so much easier to demonize him. Akito lives and breathes, feels, but I don’t want to think about it. I just want to…”

“Make him into this distant bad guy?”

Yuki nodded. “I want to hate him, like he’s nothing like me… but that’s not true.” He sighed heavily. “Sumida didn’t choose to be handicapped. I didn’t choose to be cursed, and well… Akito didn’t choose to be cursed either.”

“No, he didn’t.” Kyo stopped and pulled the mouse into him. “None of us chose our curse, but we all choose different ways of dealing with it. Shigure and your brother use humor—kind of—not to mention their creative outlets. Hatori pretends like he can’t stand those two, but I bet he’s more fond of them than he lets on. Anyway, he probably uses ‘taking care’ of them and his job as an outlet; he gets to care for other people. Hiro uses his smart mouth, Momiji his goofy smile… ANNOYING goofy smile!” He muttered. “Kagura latches onto me, Kisa onto Hiro… and Tohru. Haru is the family psychologist, and he uses his black personality from time to time. Ritsu uses his girl clothes. You use your talent and charm.”

Yuki blushed. “I do not have talent and charm.”

“At least I didn’t say girlish good looks!”

Yuki glared at him.

“You are more charming than you will ever know.” Kyo kissed him lightly on the nose.

“What do you do to cope?” Yuki asked.

Kyo shrugged. “I used to drown it in my hatred of you…” He paused. “Maybe now, I just use it as fuel to take care of you!” He squeezed Yuki tightly.

“I do not need to be taken care of.” Yuki said curtly. He pulled away from Kyo’s embrace. “I think…” He interrupted himself by kissing the cat. “…that you do try to protect the ones you love. Me… Tohru… Not that that’s a bad thing, but there will be times when you can’t.”

“No, I’ll never let anything…”

“You aren’t listening to me.” Yuki sighed. “You aren’t going to be able to protect me. I’m going to get hurt. I’ll try to shield you from it as best as I can, but…”

“Shield me?” Kyo snapped. “Listen you damn rat, I made a promise to myself that I’d never let him touch you, and I’ll make good on that! I swear!”

“Promise me.” Yuki began. “That if something happens, out of the control of either of us, you’ll be O.K.”

“No! Now you aren’t listening to me! Nothing’s going to happen. I’m not going to let anything happen to you…”

Yuki dropped his head onto Kyo’s shoulder. “Please be O.K.” He choked. “Don’t let it break us.”

Kyo sighed. ‘What the hell…’ He decided to drop it. He pulled the rat into him. “I’ll be fine.” He whispered, kissing the top of his head. “Nothing will tear us apart.”

“Your strength.” Yuki pulled away from him. “Your hardheaded determination, that’s what pulls you through the curse.”

“Hardheaded?” Kyo asked, giving the rat a sideways glance. He smiled. “We all have different ways of dealing with our curse. We didn’t choose the curse, but we do choose how to deal with it. Akito chooses to be sadistic. You may feel similar things, but you will never be like him.”

Yuki grasped Kyo and kissed him, lapping passionately at his tongue. Kyo melted into his embrace. “Sometimes…” Yuki said between kisses, “you remind me so much of Miss Honda.” Kyo cocked his head. “I almost expect you to say ‘mom always said…’ Your insight is amazing. You always know exactly how to make someone feel better.”

‘Kyoko was amazing.’ Kyo thought heavy hearted.

“If this doesn’t work out.” Yuki sighed. “You’d be a better choice for her.”

“I always thought you would be.” Kyo replied, “but that isn’t important because this is going to work out.” He returned Yuki’s heated kiss, the two merging into one consciousness. They headed down the street to the restaurant.

The couple was ushered into a dark corner of the restaurant. Kyo greedily fawned over the menu.

Yuki sighed heavily.

“What it is?” Kyo asked.

He nodded toward the opposite corner of the room. “Miss Minagawa and Miss Yamagishi are over there.”

Kyo turned his head to two girls slurping their linguini and giggling. The rest of the table soon filled as a whole entourage of fan club members returned from the bathroom. He gave Yuki a sour look. “Gee, it must be rough to have to worry about hoards of girls fawning over you where ever you go.”

“It’s not like I like it.” Yuki snapped, glaring at the distant table. “Maybe they won’t notice we’re here. They didn’t see us come in.”

“Hey, is that a guy?!?” Kyo snorted, noting the one male among the girls. “You’re so girly that even the guys join your fan club!!!”

“Shut up stupid cat. You like me, and you’re a guy.”

Kyo blushed. “Yeah, well… that’s different.”

Most of dinner went smoothly. The food arrived quickly. The aroma was enticing. Kyo munched happily upon his ravioli, watching as Yuki enjoyed his own meal. He thoroughly enjoyed the way Yuki’s left hand rested gently on his knee under the table. As he finished eating he glanced in the opposite corner of the room. The fan club was still there, but appeared to be finishing up their desserts. He glared at them, before standing to go to the restroom.

“I’ll be right back,” he informed the rat as he made his way across the room.

His ears perked up as he was leaving the bathroom. “Oh my god! It’s YUKI!” Someone hissed.

“What?!? How long has he been here?!?”

“I wonder who he’s here with…”

“I bet it’s that witch. If it is, I’ll kill her!”

“We should stay and find out.”

“Oh, yeah. And then we should follow them after they’re done and see what they’re doing.”

“President Motoko, do you have your camera?”

Kyo cleared his throat loudly.

The table jumped.

“You gonna leave him alone?” He asked threateningly.

They shrank away.

Motoko stood firm. “ We aren’t afraid of you. Where’s that witch? Now that she’s finally away from that she-devil…”

“The only witch I see is you.”

The table gasped.

Her eyes narrowed. “Where is she?!?” She demanded.

“Tohru isn’t here.”

The table sighed with relief.

“Saved!” Someone exclaimed.

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that.” Kyo said coolly. “Leave him alone.”

He stalked angrily across the room, leaning in to peck Yuki gently on the cheek before sitting down. He could feel the fan club’s eyes boring angrily through his back. He chuckled, grasping Yuki’s hands. “They noticed you.” He whispered.

Yuki rolled his eyes, glaring in their direction. Kyo gave the group a triumphant smile. “SATAN!” He saw one of them mouth. Kyo erupted into a fit of laughter, laying his head down on the table. “Did you see that? I’m Satan!!!” He snorted.

Yuki brushed the sliver strands out of his face, chuckling softly. “What did you say to them?” He asked, eyes still twinkling.

Kyo shrugged. “Nothing really, they were talking about following you, and I told them to back off.” He sighed. “Want dessert?”

Yuki shook his head. “I couldn’t eat another bite. Besides, if we wait and go find a crepe stand or something, we’d have an excuse to stay out longer.”

Kyo sighed. “Right.” He grabbed the check and hopped up to pay.

“I was going to… get that…” Yuki sighed as Kyo disappeared around the corner to go pay their bill.

Kyo chuckled. His face fell when he realized he was in line behind the fan club members.

“Well Satan,” one of them snapped, “what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yes,” Motoko growled. “What is the nature of your relationship?”

Kyo glared at them. “I suppose you’re going to have to ask your beloved prince about that one.”

Motoko smiled wickedly. “So he’s not willing to commit to you, either.”

“I didn’t say that. I didn’t even say I wanted him to. All I’m saying is that if you want answers, quit sneaking around and ask him head on. Otherwise, back the hell off!” He scratched the back of his head.

“You don’t scare us! You… I’ve heard about you. You’re all talk but…”

“That is true.” Yuki commented, sneaking up on Kyo from behind.

“GAH! DAMN RAT!!!”

“He is pretty wimpy, nothing to be afraid of…”

“HEY SHUT UP GIRLY MAN!!! JUST BECAUSE I CAN’T BEAT YOU DOESN’T MEAN I’M WIMPY!!!” His orange hair stood on end, tail flaring.

“Come on Kyo Kyun, I paid the waiter at the table.” He grabbed Kyo’s wrist and yanked him out the door.

“President Motoko! He touched him!!! Yuki touched him willingly!!!” Someone cried.

“SNEAKY BASTARD!” Kyo snapped at Yuki. “AND DON’T FOLLOW US!!!” He yelled around the corner. They paused outside. “What are we waiting for?” Kyo asked. “Let’s get the hell out of here!!!”

They sprinted down the street and hopped onto a random bus. “Where the hell are we going?” Kyo asked, trying to catch his breath.

Yuki shrugged, panting. “We’ll get off at the next stop.” They fell into an empty seat near the back, laughing helplessly.

Kyo captured Yuki’s smiling lips with his own, imploring him to deepen their kiss. Yuki sighed happily, allowing Kyo to push him back against the window of the bus. Yuki’s hands snaked around his chest, encouraging him to continue.

“I wish your fan club could see us now.” Kyo mumbled, his hands latching securely onto Yuki’s glorious hips.

“Maybe we should have let them…” Yuki pondered. “No, we should tell Tohru before we tell those girls.”

“And guy…”

Yuki rolled his eyes. “Shut up about that, stupid cat!”

Kyo smiled, kissing him sweetly. “I think I…” “…am your number one fan.” He mumbled between kisses. “But like…” “…hell if I’m going…” “…to share you with…” “…the rest of a club.”

Yuki rolled his eyes again.

“But I might get just as possessive.” The rat looked at him doubtfully. “O.K., maybe not that possessive.”

The bus rolled to a stop and the couple hopped off. “Oh, this isn’t too far from school.” Yuki noted.

“Ahh… too bad. I was kind of hoping we’d be on a different planet or something.”

The mouse nodded. “I know. I don’t want to go back yet either.”

“Well, lets go for a moonlit walk in the woods or something.”

Yuki smiled and grabbed the kitty’s hand. “Sounds wonderful.”

Upon approaching Sohma property, they diverted from the path that led them home. They walked along in peaceful silence until they came upon a stream.

Yuki smiled thoughtfully. “Tohru’s tent was near this stream.”

Kyo snickered. “I can’t believe she lived in a tent.”

“I can.” He paused and sat down, trailing his fingers through the cool water.

Kyo knelt next to him, snuggling in for a kiss. Yuki met his lips with a surprising amount of passion.

“Yuki.” Kyo whispered into his mouth.

Surprisingly, he found himself taking the lead, mounting the rat with overflowing confidence. Yuki splayed himself back over the bank, his disheveled hair forming a silver halo, glowing in the moonlight. Kyo kissed his neck as Yuki arched his hips upward. The kitty could feel Yuki’s erection pressing against his own, both straining in need. Kyo ground greedily into the rat. A low moan escaped his throat as Yuki chewed at the flesh of his neck. Yuki moaned in reply, situating his erection so that it would come into the most contact with Kyo’s. The kitty groaned and arched his back, earning gasps and a shudder from his lover. He fiddled with Yuki’s buttons as the rat’s hands traveled the flesh beneath his shirt. His hands felt cool against the cat’s hot skin, but his touch was only making him hotter. Yuki pulled Kyo’s shirt off over his head, tossing it up the bank. The kitty followed suit, discarding Yuki’s in the same pile.

“Mmm. I love you.” Kyo panted, latching onto Yuki’s hips as he ground into him.

“Love you too.” Replied the rat as he pressed his forehead intimately into his lover’s.

Kyo traced the bridge of Yuki’s nose with his forehead, peeking back up to recapture his lips. Yuki moaned. He fumbled with Kyo’s pants. The kitty gasped and rose to a kneel as Yuki bunched his pants and boxers around his knees. Kyo tried fruitlessly to pull them off of his ankles; his efforts were thwarted as Yuki descended upon his manhood, swiftly sucking it into his mouth. Kyo almost lost his balance, but was steadied as Yuki’s arms encircled him. He groaned loudly, flexing into Yuki’s receptive mouth. The sensations were overwhelming. Kyo could have cum in that very instant, but he wasn’t ready just yet. He pulled away from the rat, sinking back onto his heels. He playfully pushed Yuki off of his knees. The rat sat back, resting on his elbows with a coy, expectant smile gracing his features. Kyo hooked his fingers in Yuki’s pants and yanked them down, exposing his throbbing erection. He licked up the side of it, earning a pleasure-filled moan so sensual that it caused his own hormones to flare. Kyo groaned and he felt Yuki shudder. He glanced up at the writhing rat. Yuki’s eyes were hazy, but fixed on him with an unfaltering stare. He gazed upon the cat pleadingly. Kyo pulled away. Again, he had other things in mind. Yuki’s eyes went wide as he realized the implications of Kyo’s withdraw.

A nervous excited smile played across his lips. “You want to…”

Kyo nodded, averting his eyes. He was a little embarrassed.

“Here?” Yuki asked doubtfully.

The kitty sighed. This wasn’t exactly the ideal place for his first time. The cool wet grass was irritating his skin, and his feet kept slipping down the muddy bank. If they did this here, they’d be picking the mud out of their hair for days. On the other hand, if they went back to the house they’d have to be quiet, especially if Shigure was awake. But he had been awake all day today… Kyo longed for the comfort of his bed and the air conditioning, but he wanted to be able to enjoy himself without having to strangle his cries. He sighed and sat back on his hands. He heard the distant sound like someone was rattling peas in a paper cup.

“Oh no.” He mumbled, hanging his head.

“What is it?” Yuki asked.

The kitty looked toward the sky as they were pummeled with a curtain of falling rain.

“Oh. Well I suppose we should head back then.” Yuki pulled on his clothes and helped dress Kyo.

The rat pulled him to his feet and they began their journey through the sloshing mud back to the house. Though it seemed like an eternity to Kyo, the two actually arrived home in a few minutes. Kyo was worried Shigure would suspect something when they arrived home together, but he was unwilling to release Yuki’s arm even for a moment. A note flapped on the door.

“I got bored and lonely, so I went out for a long night of pleasure and excitement with Ayame. Don’t expect me home early. Don’t break my house and HAVE FUN YOU TWO!!! Don’t wake the neighbors. Heart, Shigure. P.S. Oh, and tomorrow morning, tell Mii not to go out looking for me.” Yuki read. “I’ll never understand why that woman puts up with him.”

“Neighbors?” Kyo asked. “How loud does he think we’re going to be?”

“What a pervert.” Yuki paused. “You too, Kyo, for not questioning his assumption!”

“He is joking around, isn’t he? Ahh… who the hell knows with Shigure.” Kyo commented. “And should I question his assumption?” He planted a loud kiss on Yuki’s lips.

Yuki shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’re still a pervert. I’m O.K. with that though.” He added with a smile.

The couple walked inside and Kyo sauntered lazily over to the phone to call Shishou.

He hung up the phone and flopped next to Yuki on the floor. “God, I hope it quits raining soon.” He mumbled snuggling into Yuki’s neck.

“It won’t rain long. It was just been so hot today.” Kyo nodded, dropping his head into Yuki’s lap. The rat smoothed the red strands from his face. “I kind of like it when you’re quiet.” The rat teased.

“Really?” Kyo asked.

Yuki smiled softly. “No, not really.”

Kyo gave him a funny look.

The rat shrugged. “It’s just… well, I never want to see you broken again.”

“Broken? Again?”

“Oh you know, like that summer, before Miss Honda.”

“Shut up, damn rat. You didn’t give a damn about me back then.”

Yuki shrugged. “I suppose I was broken then too.”

“Tohru is amazing.”

The rat kissed him on the cheek. “So are you.” He ran his fingers through the kitty’s orange hair. “I think you just might be half of the reason why I’m not so broken anymore.” He paused. “Of course, sometimes I think you’re half the reason why I am still so broken…”

Kyo glared at him.

“Just kidding.”

“Honestly though,” Kyo commented after a moment of silence, “that summer. I guess I’m surprised you noticed I was having a rough time.”

“That’s why Shishou took you away, right?”

The kitty nodded. He still didn’t understand why Yuki would have cared about the state of his spirits so long ago. ‘Why would it matter…’ he wondered. And he hadn’t really been down sense then. His late fall and winter months had been a bit blah, hazy at best, but that was because of the crappy weather. ‘Seasonal Affective Disorder, appropriately named SAD’ Hatori told him, after he finally got a little worried and went to see the dragon. ‘A lot of adults get it. You should try to make your room brighter, sit in front of a full spectrum light, or go to a tanning bed.’ ‘I’M NOT GOING TO A TANNING BED!’ But Hatori did give him a light, ‘the triangle of happiness.’ (As Shigure called it, he too claimed to get SAD from time to time.) Kyo sat in front of it on gloomy days, and true to Hatori’s prediction, his hazy depression seemed to clear up immediately. “Hey! It stopped raining!” Kyo announced.

Yuki smiled, peering out the window. “You’re pretty good.”

Kyo sat up, running his hands along Yuki’s sides. He took full stock of Yuki as the rat leaned back on his hands. His wet shirt clung to him, accentuating his feminine form. The bright white now faded to a gentle gray, as his starched collar lay askew. Yuki turned his face back to the kitty. A drop of water perched ominously on the pentacle his flattened bangs. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick.” Kyo giggled. (Yes Kyo giggled, though he’d rather die than admit it.) “You look like a drowned rat.”

Yuki glared at him. “I always hated that expression.”

Kyo smiled, capturing his lips and sliding his rough hands up Yuki’s shirt along his cool skin. Yuki shivered, returning Kyo’s kiss with torrents of passion. “Mmm.” Kyo grumbled, pushing roughly against the rat.

Yuki pulled away from him, standing, and giving Kyo a coy smile.

“Where are you going?” The cat asked.

“I’m going to get out of these clothes. Aren’t you going to join me?” Yuki asked through a darkened vise.

Kyo inhaled sharply, ever surprised by the deep, seductive ambiance Yuki emitted. The rat walked casually up the stairs, pausing at the top to see if Kyo was following. The kitty scrambled upstairs after him.

Kyo grabbed Yuki’s arm as he reached the top of the steps. “My room.” He whispered, yanking him down the hallway.

Once in his bedroom, Kyo tossed the rat upon his futon, ravaging him immediately. Yuki gave him a loud cry, arching into Kyo’s thrusts. The kitty placed forceful kisses all over Yuki’s exposed skin, his hands wandering about his body, sneaking beneath clothes and between buttons. Kyo moaned as Yuki raised his knee between his legs. He arched his back, grinding his testicles into Yuki’s leg and his erection into the mouse’s pubic bone.

“God Yuki.” He choked, dragging his nails down Yuki’s side.

The mouse inhaled and shivered.

“Ticklish?” Kyo asked, repeating his motions.

Yuki nodded, struggling to squirm away from him.

“Alright, I’ll quit!” Kyo assured him as the rat slid his hands down the back of the cat’s pants, teasing the ticklish spot on his buttocks just below their fold.

Kyo kissed Yuki through his bright smile, losing his breath as Yuki’s hands slid to the other side of his hips. He nipped at the flesh around the mouse’s neck, his wet, silvery, hair, teasing his face. He rolled to his side, hands traveling up Yuki’s clinging shirt. The rat retracted his hands from Kyo’s pants, seemingly giving him control. Kyo smiled, realizing that was probably a tough thing for him to do. The kitty straddled Yuki, tinkering with his buttons. He slowly ran his hands up the rat’s pale skin. He pulled him forward, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and discarding it on the floor. Yuki’s own hands were wandering aimlessly about Kyo’s torso. He lifted the fabric, exposing Kyo’s taught tummy to the peeking moonlight. The kitty shimmied out of his shirt and collapsed onto Yuki’s bare flesh. He groaned loudly as their skin touched, running his palms roughly about his sides, neck, and through his dripping hair. He could feel Yuki’s slightly clammy skin growing warm beneath him. He smiled. Soon he’d replace the rain that dripped down his forehead with sweat. Kyo’s erection pulsed in anticipation, imagining the wanting, needing Yuki throwing his head back as pleasure gripped his body. Kyo latched onto the mouse’s hips, fiercely grinding his penis into Yuki’s. The rat moaned loudly, flexing his hips and bouncing in time with the cat.

“Mmm… Kyo!” Yuki mumbled, disjointed. He let out a strangled cry.

“You don’t have to be quiet.” The kitty whispered, still riding his writhing mouse.

He nipped Yuki’s ear, letting his hand wander between them, cupping the mouse’s bulge.

“Unnghaa!” He breathed—a little louder—as Kyo’s hand massaged the rising lump beneath it.

Kyo glanced up at the rat. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, feet kicking, as he grasped onto Kyo for dear life. Panting, he opened his eyes. They seemed to be unable to focus, but they made their way up to Kyo’s. Yuki forced himself to swallow, dropping his chin.

The rat smiled. “I love you, you stupid… cat.” He panted, tilting his chin upward, pleading for a kiss.

Kyo captured his lips with passion, but briefly. He pulled away earning a gentle whimper from the rat as he struggled to follow his lips with his own. Kyo gave him a playful shove back onto his futon. Yuki gave him a pouty look, but that was quickly replaced by a loud moan, as Kyo nuzzled his erection through his pants. The rat arched his back, scraping his fingernails through Kyo’s hair. The kitty unzipped Yuki’s pants with his teeth. He earned another shudder from the rat as his mouth grazed his straining shaft. Kyo smiled, reveling in the power he had forged over his rival. He knew, of course, that Yuki had just as much power over him, and displayed said power on numerous occasions, but he chose not to think of that right now. The kitty slid his palms in Yuki’s pants, easing them off of his skin. Kyo groaned as his hands traversed the smooth skin, erection pulsing painfully against his constraining pants. He was turning himself on as much as he was Yuki, he was sure. Yuki’s hands found Kyo’s button and zipper and freed him from his predicament. The kitty smiled as Yuki fell back onto the futon. His eyes belied the desire of their owner, violet flashing such crimson intent. Kyo discarded Yuki’s dripping pants into the pile of wet clothes. The sight of the naked rat sent Kyo into a frenzy. His heart rate increased exponentially at the brilliant sight before him. Vulnerable, but unafraid, anxious, but strong. Kyo smiled devilishly, and licked up the inside of Yuki’s thigh. The rat shuddered, latching his fingers onto Kyo’s mad mess of hair. The kitty lapped Yuki’s scrotum, suckling up their middle before ascending to the tip of the shaft. He dabbled around the head with his nimble tongue as Yuki struggled to his elbows.

Kyo peered up at the panting rat. “You like to watch, don’t you?” He asked, with a showy lap down the side.

Yuki shuddered and nodded, groaning loudly as he rolled his hips into Kyo’s exposed tongue.

The kitty felt his erection tighten at the thought of Yuki’s fetish. He grabbed the rat’s hips and shoved them upwards, forcing his length into his mouth. Yuki let out a loud cry as his elbows gave out beneath him. Kyo scooted him against the wall, meeting Yuki’s grateful eyes as he propped himself up. The cat refused to break the intense eye contact that bound the lovers. Yuki groaned as Kyo felt his vise darken. This was getting too intense for him. He bobbed his head about Yuki’s length encased in every shudder and moan that escaped from his Yuki. He found his breathing growing shallower and shallower as he pumped. He moaned; Yuki moaned in response. He increased his rate.

“Kyo!” Yuki breathed. “KYO!” He flexed his hips into the kitty’s greedy mouth.

The cat’s erection pulsed painfully as Yuki moaned his name. He groaned loudly, wondering if he could cum without ever being touched. He bounced harder, faster. Yuki’s pants grew more urgent.

“KYO! OH GODS!” He sat up quickly, dislodging Kyo’s head from his lap.

Kyo gave Yuki a worried glance as the rat struggled to gain his breath. He peered at the kitty from beneath his brow. He smiled seductively. “I’m not ready for that yet.”

He pulled the stunned kitty toward him, engaging him in a powerful, passionate kiss. The rat fingered Kyo’s exposed skin, sending shivers up his spine, assaulting him to his very core. Kyo’s manhood grew even more painful. Yuki slid his slender hands inside the cat’s pants, dislodging him from the entangling fabric. They fell into a heap on the floor. Yuki pulled the cat to his knees, urging him up the futon. Kyo braced his hands on the wall, the surface cool against his hot skin. Yuki licked Kyo along his pubic bone. The kitty shuddered, erection twitching in response. The rat’s tongue traced the base of his shaft and along the underside of his scrotum. He drew each testicle into his mouth, sucking them one at a time, teasing the tender rondures with his lips and tongue. Kyo’s body quaked with the rat’s each maneuver. He slid his tongue across the cat’s throbbing phallice, replacing his mouth’s position on the testicles with his gentle hands. Kyo groaned as his flesh grew hot. Sweat began to form on his furrowed brow. He rocked into Yuki’s mouth heightening the sensations that filled his being. One of Yuki’s hands snaked behind him, steadying his undulations. He thrust harder, earning a sensual groan from his partner. The sensation rocked his body with waves of pleasure that pulsed through to his toes. His whole body tingled as Yuki rolled his tongue as the kitty thrust into his mouth.

“Yuki!” He panted.

He peered down at the rat, latching onto his disheveled hair. The sight of his erection disappearing into his lover’s mouth sent his already shaking body into spasms. His need was becoming urgent. He thrust harder and harder into Yuki’s mouth until he was teetering on the brink of an orgasm. He pulled away from him as a disappointed moan escaped the rat’s swollen lips.

Kyo smiled, swiftly capturing those lips, forcing his tongue into Yuki’s mouth. The rat cried out, arching his back.

“I want to…” Kyo panted, roughly recapturing Yuki’s lips as he ground into the rat. “…sleep with you… please.”

Yuki pulled away from his kiss. “Are you sure about this?” He asked.

Kyo nodded, still panting. “I want my first time…” he interrupted himself with a kiss, “…to be with you…” “…here and now.”

Yuki nodded, relinquishing control to the feverish cat. “I love you.” He whispered as Kyo’s lips crashed upon his.

“I love you, too.” Came the muffled reply.

Yuki pushed him away. “Wait here.” He mumbled, sneaking out of the room.

Kyo waited in anticipation. ‘This is it.’ He thought. ‘I’ve waited so long, and this is how it happens.’ He never imagined he would lose his virginity to the rat of all people. He was glad that it was Yuki; he wouldn’t have it any other way. His erection pulsed as he heard the rat coming back down the hallway. ‘It’s finally happening.’ He thought.

Yuki returned, placing a small jar of KY on Kyo’s bedside. His lip half-curled. Kyo gave Yuki a sour look at the implications of the half used container.

“Unless you want to smell like strawberries, we really don’t have any other options.” He paused as Kyo looked pensive. “I, for one, don’t want to use Miss Honda’s lotion.”

Kyo sighed. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. And I’d rather use yours than anything that damn dog’s got.” He muttered shivering.

Yuki kissed Kyo lightly, but the kitty had other things in mind. He pressed into Yuki’s kiss, straddling him. Their unclothed erections brushed against another earning moans from both boys as they ground their hips together. Kyo reached for the KY, he couldn’t contain his hormones much longer. If his erection got any larger, he thought it would burst. Every sensation was heightened by every other one. Yuki moaned loudly into Kyo’s open mouth. The kitty gasped. His throbbing shaft could get bigger. He groaned, scooping some of the lubricant into his hand. Yuki stole some from him and coated the kitty’s manhood. Kyo shuddered as the cool substance coated him, warming beneath the friction of Yuki’s sliding hand. Kyo arched his back, rolling on their sides to access Yuki’s tight orifice. He felt the tight muscles relax as he inserted his shaking fingers. He rose to his knees, tightly gripping Yuki’s hips as he positioned himself behind him. He sighed at the sight of Akito’s whip marks on the rat’s back.

A vision flashed before his eyes. Akito’s laughter burned in his ears. He saw a whip flash before his face, tearing the tender flesh before him. Kyo cried out in fear. He choked and pulled away, struggling to contain his breath.

“Kyo Kyun!” Yuki called, flipping over to embrace his lover. “Are you O.K.?” He asked, pulling the cat down upon his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He panted.

“It’s fine. We don’t have to do anything.”

The kitty forced back tears. “But I really want to… it’s just… that dream I had.”

“It was just a dream. Relax.” Yuki assured him, smoothing the orange hair out of his eyes.

“Maybe, it won’t bother me if we… do it the other way.” Kyo blushed.

“Are you sure?” Yuki asked, crinkling his brow.

Kyo nodded. “I’ll be able to… eventually. It’s just that dream is still so new. It hasn’t had time to fade.”

“If you’re sure.” The mouse said, concerned.

Kyo again reached for the jar of lubricant, this time coating Yuki’s erection with the gooey cream. Yuki’s body trembled and he pressed his head deep into the pillow. He spooned some of the KY into his hand and gently pressed his fingers through Kyo’s tight ring. Kyo stiffened, but eventually relaxed to the soft caresses of his lover. Kyo sat up, trying to figure out where he should be.

“Why don’t you be on top,” Yuki offered. “That way you can control how fast you want to take it.”

The kitty nodded as he perched on top of the rat. He noted how the very milieu of the night had changed. The urgency still pulsed through his veins, and his erection still throbbed painfully against its skin, but it seemed as though the sheer carnal libido had been, not replaced, but altered by his intimate desires. The desire to merge with his love; the desire to share a body and spirit, entered his consciousness with vivid expression. He lowered himself onto the rat. Just then, he noticed the sheer length of Yuki’s fully erect penis. He swallowed, doubting he could take it. He felt his muscles tense. He cried out in pain and pulled away.

Yuki pulled the cat’s face to him, kissing him as he draped his legs over his shoulders. He felt Yuki’s nimble fingers return to the orifice, gently massaging around it as he placed his erection at the opening. “Relax.” He whispered.

Kyo allowed his muscles to give way as he again lowered himself. Searing pain burned through his body. He swallowed and forced himself to relax. The pain subsided to a pleasant lull. He pushed farther down onto Yuki’s penis. The rat shuddered beneath him, struggling to breathe. He could feel its bulk twitching inside him as Yuki panted and shook.

‘Almost.’ He thought, gauging his progress.

He withdrew, and with a much swifter thrust, he impaled himself completely on Yuki’s length. The mouse moaned, bucking his hips into Kyo. A cry simultaneously erupted from Kyo’s own trembling lips as the shaft inside him grazed something sensitive. Pleasure washed over his body, racking his system with a series of quakes, shaking his very existence. He thrust again, achieving similar results. His toes curled around his sheets as another wave of euphoria crashed inside his body. He pulled away from Yuki’s lips. He could see how hard Yuki was struggling to contain his urges, trembling as he placed his hands delicately on Kyo’s sides. The cat could see the longing, the desire, he was holding back to allow Kyo comfort, to set his own pace. The cat set a quick pace tightening his muscles around Yuki’s shaft. He moaned as the penis pleasured his prostate time and time again. He began to lose his sense of reality. Yuki moaned loudly, hips rolling in time with Kyo’s. The rat captured Kyo’s lubricated penis between his slender fingers. Kyo moaned, tossing his head back and latching onto Yuki’s hips, burying his thumbs in the tender flesh. Yuki stroked the member in time with Kyo’s gyrations as pleasure dripped through the cat’s essence time and time again. The sensations were overwhelming. He sped up; sweat dripped down his pleasure twisted face. He had to stimulate that sweet spot more thoroughly. He bounced faster earning moan after moan from his lover. Kyo fondled Yuki’s testicles. The rat pressed his head into the pillow, scraping his nails down the kitty’s sides. Kyo sped up again, teetering on the brink of an orgasm. He held on by a mere thread.

Yuki sat up clutching Kyo. “Stop, stop, stop!” He whispered, panting heavily.

Kyo cocked his head, but was unwilling to pull away from his lover’s embrace.

“I don’t want it to be over yet.” The rat panted, squeezing him tightly.

Kyo nodded, lost in their shared embrace. The intimacy was overwhelming. He was filled with Yuki, his body and soul, their spirits clamoring for each other. He returned to his undulations at a slower tempo, still barely hanging on to his pending eruption. Yuki’s hands returned to his throbbing manhood and testicles. They both let out sensual groans, and another as their erections pulsed at the sound of the other. Kyo shuddered, trying to gain control over his hormones. Yuki’s hips twitched. Kyo gasped as the tip of the boy’s erection grazed untouched depths.

“Yuki,” the kitty breathed. “I can’t hold on much longer.” He thrust himself roughly over the shaft.

The rat moaned loudly, nodding. He effortlessly flipped the cat over onto his back, and began grinding into him. The change of angle caused shockwaves of newly tapped pleasure to erupt over Kyo’s shaking form. He groaned as Yuki thrust into him, burying himself completely within the cat. The cat arched into Yuki’s thrusts as the rat reclaimed his manhood.

“Yuki!” He panted. “I’m going to… I can’t…”

The rat pulsed inside of him faster, blazing fearlessly to Kyo’s release. The kitty tried desperately to hold on. He felt Yuki grow inside of him.

“AHH!” He screamed, knowing the rat was fast approaching his own apogee.

He let go. He screamed loudly, knotting his fingers in Yuki’s damp hair. He screamed again as Yuki continued to fill him, faster and faster, harder and harder. Sweat dripped from the mouse’s nose as he traced the bone structure of Kyo’s face with his forehead. The rat gripped his hands. Kyo screamed one final time as he felt the immense pleasure that originated in his throbbing penis ricochet through his body. He exploded between their sweaty, gyrating bodies. The rat cried out as Kyo tensed. He plunged into him, arching his back. Kyo felt the semen erupt from Yuki deep within his body, the searing liquid shooting into his cavity.

The rat collapsed, still not letting go of the kitty’s sweaty hands. “Oh Kyo!” He moaned, reluctantly withdrawing his spent shaft from the cat’s flesh.

The cat gripped him, pulling him into his chest as its rising and falling slowed. ‘Wow.’ He thought. ‘That was intense.’ He squeezed Yuki, silently pleading for a kiss. Yuki’s lips barely brushed his, their tongues tasting each other delicately. “Amazing.” He mumbled into Yuki’s open mouth.

Yuki kissed him on the cheek, snuggling into Kyo’s neck. He languidly ran his nails through Kyo’s sweat darkened hair. “I love you.” He whispered.

Kyo smiled as a deep, almost spiritual aroma filled his system. “Love you too, damn rat.” He pressed his chin into Yuki’s forehead, filled with contentment. He draped his arm over Yuki’s shoulders, filled to the brink with utter happiness. “I’m glad we did this.” He whispered, earning a nod from Yuki. “I know I’ll never regret it.”

He closed his eyes, squeezing his beloved rat tightly to him. They dozed together, reveling in the feel of the other’s skin. He sighed happily, content to drift happily to sleep in Yuki’s arms. But their night was far from over.

“We need to get washed off.” Yuki urged after a bit. “Are you coming with me?”

AN part 2: UGH! That felt like it took me forever to write. Don’t worry ‘dom’ Kyo fans. He’ll get his turn!!! I promise. As for the plot (which gets bumped aside by lemons from time to time) it is laced through there, and when my muses are done being perverts, the story will wrap up quickly. Comments… criticisms?