White Reflection
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Category:
Fruits Basket › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,876
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Fruits Basket, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Dragonblade: YuukiSan talked me into continuing to update. No one reviewed!
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Chapter 6
A pair of eyes squinted tightly before fluttering open; the light flooded in through the small window shrunk the pupils, making the violet iris appear childishly large.
Yuki raised himself up on his elbows, the blanket tumbled from his chest and he realized he was topless. He raised the blanket slightly and noticed that he was not only topless but bottomless as well.
He sat up completely straight in surprise, tugging the blanket with him accidentally.
Haru mumbled quietly in his sleep from where he lay next to Yuki. He was facing away from the nezumi who saw much more skin [1] than he was used to. His violet eyes followed the small protrusion of Haru’s spine down to where his lower body curved out.
Embarrassed eyes snapped back, instead lingering on the lines of Haru’s shoulder blades. Haru was relatively thin, although Yuki wasn’t much better.
Haru stirred slightly, rolling back and raising one leg, giving Yuki a clear view of the rest of his body.
Yuki’s eyes trailed between Haru’s legs and instantly he was reminded of their night.
All color drained from his face, his eyes widening. His stomach lurched and his hands came up to cover his mouth.
He smelt like Haru.
Yuki scrambled from the bed, waking the dazed ox in the process.
“Yuki?”
The nezumi grabbed his clothes and literally ran to the bathroom. He leaned heavily on the closed door, his entire body trembling.
He …and Haru …
He started it.
Haru had said no, had asked him to stop.
But he persisted …
Bringing out Black Haru.
Yuki let out a sob and lurched forward, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet. He gripped the rim with trembling hands.
He felt like a whore.
His stomach was emptied into the toilet.
Tears streams down his cheeks as he rested his forehead on the toilet seat.
All he could smell was Haru.
All he could taste was Haru.
Yuki retched into the toilet again, managing to only dry-heave.
A whore.
A whore.
Used like a whore.
Yuki tugged at his hair, he wasn’t used like a whore, he used Haru like a whore.
The smell.
He needed to get the smell of Haru off of him.
The water steamed up the bathroom instantly from the heat. Yuki’s skin turned scarlet red as he tried to scrub himself clean.
It wouldn’t come off!
Yuki scrubbed harder, but the smell wouldn’t come off.
He cried out and slammed both hands against the shower wall. His head hanging, his hair hanging in front of his eyes, some was clinging to his forehead and cheeks.
A whore.
But Haru had said yes.
Black Haru said yes.
Black Haru went down on him.
The memory of how it felt to have Haru’s mouth around him made Yuki tremble - the wet heat, the soft suction, the tender lips.
His cock stirred at the memory.
He looked down at his erection in disgust; it wanted Haru’s touch again. He wanted Haru’s touch again.
Both hands fisted in his hair as he sank to the bottom of the shower.
His erection still burned between his legs, yearning for Haru to touch, to suck.
Yuki cried as he jerked himself, disgusted that the thought of his male cousin turned him on so.
In his mind he saw Haru’s head bobbing between his legs, felt his tongue, felt his fingers inside him.
He came suddenly, covering his hand with his semen, which was instantly washed away by the scalding water.
His limp cock was still clasped in his hand; in disgust he released it as if burned. Both his arms wrapped around himself, his body trembling.
He climbed out of the shower once the water ran cold. He quickly dried off and redressed.
When he passed Haru’s room he noticed his younger cousin sitting on the bed cross-legged and wearing a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers.
“Yuki?”
“I need to go home,” his eyes focused solely on the floor.
Haru started to rise but froze when he saw Yuki shrink away.
Utterly confused and hurt he nodded.
Yuki kept his head down as he went off in search of Hatori.
The dragon respected his younger cousin’s privacy on the drive back to Shigure’s. He knew something happened between him and Hatsuharu, but had too much respect for Yuki to ask. He could also tell that whatever happened frightened Yuki. The nezumi was still walking fine so he knew the two didn’t have sex, but what had happened was something similar.
When Hatori returned to the main house he went off in search of Haru.
He found the young male in his room, lying on his bed listening to his music.
“Haru I want to talk to you.”
“About what happened between me and Yuki right?” Haru finished without looking at Hatori.
The dragon was startled for a moment but regained himself and responded, “yes.”
“I don’t know what set him off. He and I fooled around last night and he seemed fine then,” Haru answered, still staring at the ceiling.
“You two didn’t …”
“Have sex?”
Hatori nodded, wondering why he was asking the question he already knew the answer too.
“No. I would have liked to, and I knew he would to, but he only wanted me as a rebound. He’s in love with Tohru still and was only looking for a way to momentarily forget.”
Hatori nodded, remembering how he turned to Shigure after losing Kana [2].
“I still don’t know why he ran,” Haru commented off-handedly.
Hatori thought for a moment; Yuki was a complex creature and the only one who truly knew what he was thinking, was Yuki himself.
“He may tell you, he may not, let him come around to you, “Hatori whispered, not sure if he was saying it for Haru’s benefit of just trying to understand his cousin better.
Haru didn’t respond and Hatori figured he hadn’t heard him over his music. The dragon turned and returned to his own section of the main house.
Haru turned his head and stared at the empty doorway, “I don’t think he’ll confide in me anymore.”
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Kurai: Poor Haru u.u
[1] I HAVE to tell you this. Ok, first, I write all my stories out in a notebook first because I’ve been told that all my stories are better when they’re hand written first. And I was in the middle of writing the word ‘skin’ and I was teasing YuukiSan about yaoi and she threw a pillow at me and I jumped, but my pen was still on the paper so instead of a dot over the ‘i’ there is a long line. I just thought that was funny cause there is a freaking LINE across my paper and it was because I got Kumagaro beamed in the head with a pillow.
[2] Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! *Laughing hysterically* I have to tell you this as well. YuukiSan was fooling around last night and she came up with this entire conversation Shigure has with himself, and at one point Shigure is thinking about anal sex and he mentions that you would need a hell of a lot of lube for that – “You’d need a hell of a lot of lube for that! Lube’s up in the bathroom in the top drawer …it’s not mine by the way, Hatori left it here.”
*Dies laughing* I didn’t realize it when I typed that out, but YuukiSan was reading it and started laughing and then reminded me of her tangent. The shit you come up with after 1am!
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Chapter 6
A pair of eyes squinted tightly before fluttering open; the light flooded in through the small window shrunk the pupils, making the violet iris appear childishly large.
Yuki raised himself up on his elbows, the blanket tumbled from his chest and he realized he was topless. He raised the blanket slightly and noticed that he was not only topless but bottomless as well.
He sat up completely straight in surprise, tugging the blanket with him accidentally.
Haru mumbled quietly in his sleep from where he lay next to Yuki. He was facing away from the nezumi who saw much more skin [1] than he was used to. His violet eyes followed the small protrusion of Haru’s spine down to where his lower body curved out.
Embarrassed eyes snapped back, instead lingering on the lines of Haru’s shoulder blades. Haru was relatively thin, although Yuki wasn’t much better.
Haru stirred slightly, rolling back and raising one leg, giving Yuki a clear view of the rest of his body.
Yuki’s eyes trailed between Haru’s legs and instantly he was reminded of their night.
All color drained from his face, his eyes widening. His stomach lurched and his hands came up to cover his mouth.
He smelt like Haru.
Yuki scrambled from the bed, waking the dazed ox in the process.
“Yuki?”
The nezumi grabbed his clothes and literally ran to the bathroom. He leaned heavily on the closed door, his entire body trembling.
He …and Haru …
He started it.
Haru had said no, had asked him to stop.
But he persisted …
Bringing out Black Haru.
Yuki let out a sob and lurched forward, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet. He gripped the rim with trembling hands.
He felt like a whore.
His stomach was emptied into the toilet.
Tears streams down his cheeks as he rested his forehead on the toilet seat.
All he could smell was Haru.
All he could taste was Haru.
Yuki retched into the toilet again, managing to only dry-heave.
A whore.
A whore.
Used like a whore.
Yuki tugged at his hair, he wasn’t used like a whore, he used Haru like a whore.
The smell.
He needed to get the smell of Haru off of him.
The water steamed up the bathroom instantly from the heat. Yuki’s skin turned scarlet red as he tried to scrub himself clean.
It wouldn’t come off!
Yuki scrubbed harder, but the smell wouldn’t come off.
He cried out and slammed both hands against the shower wall. His head hanging, his hair hanging in front of his eyes, some was clinging to his forehead and cheeks.
A whore.
But Haru had said yes.
Black Haru said yes.
Black Haru went down on him.
The memory of how it felt to have Haru’s mouth around him made Yuki tremble - the wet heat, the soft suction, the tender lips.
His cock stirred at the memory.
He looked down at his erection in disgust; it wanted Haru’s touch again. He wanted Haru’s touch again.
Both hands fisted in his hair as he sank to the bottom of the shower.
His erection still burned between his legs, yearning for Haru to touch, to suck.
Yuki cried as he jerked himself, disgusted that the thought of his male cousin turned him on so.
In his mind he saw Haru’s head bobbing between his legs, felt his tongue, felt his fingers inside him.
He came suddenly, covering his hand with his semen, which was instantly washed away by the scalding water.
His limp cock was still clasped in his hand; in disgust he released it as if burned. Both his arms wrapped around himself, his body trembling.
He climbed out of the shower once the water ran cold. He quickly dried off and redressed.
When he passed Haru’s room he noticed his younger cousin sitting on the bed cross-legged and wearing a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers.
“Yuki?”
“I need to go home,” his eyes focused solely on the floor.
Haru started to rise but froze when he saw Yuki shrink away.
Utterly confused and hurt he nodded.
Yuki kept his head down as he went off in search of Hatori.
The dragon respected his younger cousin’s privacy on the drive back to Shigure’s. He knew something happened between him and Hatsuharu, but had too much respect for Yuki to ask. He could also tell that whatever happened frightened Yuki. The nezumi was still walking fine so he knew the two didn’t have sex, but what had happened was something similar.
When Hatori returned to the main house he went off in search of Haru.
He found the young male in his room, lying on his bed listening to his music.
“Haru I want to talk to you.”
“About what happened between me and Yuki right?” Haru finished without looking at Hatori.
The dragon was startled for a moment but regained himself and responded, “yes.”
“I don’t know what set him off. He and I fooled around last night and he seemed fine then,” Haru answered, still staring at the ceiling.
“You two didn’t …”
“Have sex?”
Hatori nodded, wondering why he was asking the question he already knew the answer too.
“No. I would have liked to, and I knew he would to, but he only wanted me as a rebound. He’s in love with Tohru still and was only looking for a way to momentarily forget.”
Hatori nodded, remembering how he turned to Shigure after losing Kana [2].
“I still don’t know why he ran,” Haru commented off-handedly.
Hatori thought for a moment; Yuki was a complex creature and the only one who truly knew what he was thinking, was Yuki himself.
“He may tell you, he may not, let him come around to you, “Hatori whispered, not sure if he was saying it for Haru’s benefit of just trying to understand his cousin better.
Haru didn’t respond and Hatori figured he hadn’t heard him over his music. The dragon turned and returned to his own section of the main house.
Haru turned his head and stared at the empty doorway, “I don’t think he’ll confide in me anymore.”
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Kurai: Poor Haru u.u
[1] I HAVE to tell you this. Ok, first, I write all my stories out in a notebook first because I’ve been told that all my stories are better when they’re hand written first. And I was in the middle of writing the word ‘skin’ and I was teasing YuukiSan about yaoi and she threw a pillow at me and I jumped, but my pen was still on the paper so instead of a dot over the ‘i’ there is a long line. I just thought that was funny cause there is a freaking LINE across my paper and it was because I got Kumagaro beamed in the head with a pillow.
[2] Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! *Laughing hysterically* I have to tell you this as well. YuukiSan was fooling around last night and she came up with this entire conversation Shigure has with himself, and at one point Shigure is thinking about anal sex and he mentions that you would need a hell of a lot of lube for that – “You’d need a hell of a lot of lube for that! Lube’s up in the bathroom in the top drawer …it’s not mine by the way, Hatori left it here.”
*Dies laughing* I didn’t realize it when I typed that out, but YuukiSan was reading it and started laughing and then reminded me of her tangent. The shit you come up with after 1am!