Moth to the Flame

-More Disclaimer-

Again…I don’t own Fruits Basket. If I did, Ayame and Akito would be my personal toys. >>;
~Shuen

-Chapter 4-

Akito leaned down and lapped up the blood that had trickled down the snake’s chin. He pulled away and stared down at the silver-haired boy, who looked up at him fearfully. Akito pressed his lips roughly against Ayame’s, forcing his tongue into the snake’s mouth. Ayame squirmed beneath him, his mind reeling wildly, one part of him hating the situation and the other begging for more. His body tingled with arousal as his tongue began to clash with Akito’s. Akito pulled away from the kiss, smiling sadistically down at him as he removed his hands from Ayame’s wrists. He trailed his finger down the older boy’s pale neck and to the small tear in the top of the white undershirt. He removed his finger and reached down to pull at the red outer garment, ripping the beautiful red fabric as he allowed the button to break away. He tore at the white shirt until all he could see was the milky white skin of Ayame’s chest before him.

Before Ayame had a chance to regain his senses and react to anything, Akito swooped down on Ayame’s neck, biting and sucking on it roughly. A moan escaped from Ayame’s lips as he writhed beneath Akito in pleasure. In his head he reprimanded his body for reacting to this treatment, but somewhere deep in his mind he truly wanted Akito to continue. He felt Akito’s nails digging into his sides as he continued to move his way down Ayame’s throat. He let out a small whimper as Akito focused on one of his nipples and pressed the lower half of his body against the snakes’ own arousal. He let out a small cry of pain as Akito bit down harshly on his nipple, it hurt but Ayame didn’t have anymore fight in him. It was all so good and so bad at the same time…he closed his eyes, savouring the feel of Akito’s mouth on him.

Akito pulled himself off of Ayame and ripped the undershirt until the snake’s erect member was exposed to him. He hungrily kissed his way down Ayame’s stomach and towards his arousal. He kissed the tip of it and swirled his tongue around it lightly before enveloping it completely in his mouth. He sucked on Ayame’s cock eagerly, plunging his head up and down rhythmically, only stopping every few seconds to pleasure the base of the tip with his tongue. As he continued sucking, he moved his hand down to cup Ayame’s balls and squeeze them gently. The fair-haired boy let out a strained moan, arching his back and wanting so badly to plunge himself further into Akito’s mouth. It had been so long since he had felt anything like this, and he felt himself coming to his climax much sooner than he had wanted. His body tingled as he released himself into Akito’s mouth and let out another moan.

He felt Akito pulling away and glanced up at him watching as the raven-haired boy swallowed the seed that still remained in his mouth. He sat up, his head reeling, suddenly feeling empty and cold. What had he just allowed to happen here? Akito stared down at him disdainfully, as if he had done something wrong. Perhaps he had…had he come to soon? He looked down at the remainders of his clothing, frowning to himself and angrily regretting his lack of control. He glanced back up at Akito just in time to see a malicious grin spread across his face.

“You make me sick…” Akito spat out at Ayame. The snake recoiled at Akito’s sudden outburst. Hadn’t Akito been the one that started the whole thing? Ayame had done nothing wrong…had he?

“Demo, Akito-san...it was you...” Ayame said in a soft low voice, it seemed all of the luster was gone from his voice. Akito had taken it. Ayame continued to stare down at his nakedness, now embarrassed by what had transpired here. He attempted to cover himself with what was left of his undershirt. Akito stood there staring at him for a moment, then turned his back to the pathetic boy on the floor.

“You\'ll have fresh clothes in the morning and then you can go on about your worthless life.” Akito\'s words bit into Ayame\'s soul. First Akito had ruined his perfect vision of Hatori, then Akito had used sex to get even further into him. The words shouldn\'t hurt anymore,but they did.

“Akito-san...” Ayame began quietly, ”Where am I to sleep tonight?”

Ayame\'s voice caught the younger boys ear. He had never heard Ayame speak so softly and submissively, it grabbed at him, begging for him to come back and claim him. Akito shrugged off the feeling. It was simply humility...the snake was showing some respect before his God.

“There is a guest room across the hall. I want you out of my sight now...” Akito replied cooly, narrowing his eyes as he listened to Ayame\'s clothing rustle behind him. Ayame stood and wrapped his ruined garments around his waist like a towel, staring down at his bare chest frowning. He brushed past Akito and into the hallway, finally allowing a mournful sigh to escape from his throat. He crossed the hall and entered the much smaller room, immediately sitting himself on the side of the bed. He placed his elbows on his knees, resting his head in his hands. How had Akito gotten so far into his head so quickly? Ah...it must have been the usage of Tori-san as a weapon. He sat up straight and sighed, looking down at his hands. Small bruises had already begun to form on his wrists where Akito had held him down. He had been both amazed and frightened at the strength in the frail boy\'s body. But now it was over and there was nothing left but these bruises. What had Akito been thinking, and what had made him stop? Perhaps he really had come to early, but he hadn\'t been able to help it. Akito had known was he was doing, and he had been damn good at it. Or perhaps he had simply been too easy, too willing to let Akito have his way with him...

He stood and allowed the remains of his clothes to fall from his slender body. He stared down at the crumpled pile of clothes, then looked at himself in the mirror. The bruises on his wrists weren\'t the only markers that Akito had left. Ayame trailed his thin fingers along his throat tracing over various bite marks and hickeys that had been deposited there. The nipple that Akito had bitten was slightly swollen and Ayame frowned. He didn\'t seem to have fared very much better than the clothes that lay at his feet. If the marks weren\'t gone in the morning, he would end up staying here for another day or so. He pulled back the covers and slid beneath them, laying flat on his back. He stared at the ceiling, his mind floating from one thought to another. He finally began to nod off into a restless sleep.