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Simple As Black And White
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Written for: Selah in the Yuletide 2004 Challenge
by seshat
Series : Fruits Basket
Pairing : Haru/Yuki
Rating : Borderline R/NC-17 for smuttiness.
Summary : The missing scene at the end of Ep.10... (PWP)
Disclaimer : Not mine. Just borrowing. ('course if they were mine I'd burn all their clothes while they were in animal form...)
Simple as Black and White
"Why did you tell her all that?"
The little white rat sitting amid the detritus of Yuki's sports clothes wouldn't look up at him. Indeed this was the first he'd even spoken since a rather flustered Tohru had made her getaway, blushing and mumbling something irrational about having to get back to school.
"Tell her what?" Haru pretended to be oblivious. Playing dumb did come in useful sometimes, after all.
The one person who knew without a shadow of doubt that the white haired boy was far from dumb glanced at him, before looking away again.
"All those things about `why you like me`." The little rat sniffed primly, one ear twitching. "She couldn't get out of here fast enough."
Haru's smile just widened. "You like her."
"I do not...!" The rat threw a miniature fit that was only missing the stomping of one little foot. A pink blush spread across the white nose. "I mean, of course I like her, but..."
In reality, Haru'd had no idea when the older boy changed to his rat form, whether the blush had truly been a result of Tohru's use of Yuki's name, or whether the older boy had finally registered what - he assumed - Haru had been telling the girl while he'd been out cold.
All he'd known was how different Yuki seemed to be around the girl. How relaxed, how unguarded. How happy. Everyone did, truth be told; the house felt lighter somehow, as though someone had opened a disused window and it was letting the sun beam in. Even the cat seemed a little less antagonistic, at least in the girl's presence.
Personally, Haru thought with an internal smile, he'd always been in favour of neutering as a way to calm down overly aggressive felines.
"Besides," Haru sat on the edge of the bed and reclined back, head pillowed on his hands. "I wanted her to know you, not the little prince she sees at school." Turning his head slightly, he sent Yuki a sidelong smile. "And I wanted her to know what you mean to me."
He reached over, and picked up the little rat by the tail. To his immense amusement Yuki let out a bona fide squeak.
"All I told her was the truth."
The little rat flailed uselessly, then slumped with a sigh. "You told her too much, what's she going to think if-!"
Anything else Yuki was about to say was interrupted by a loud `poof!`, and Haru found the tail he'd held between his fingers disappearing, replaced by a warm weight against his chest. When the haze cleared, he found himself pinned beneath a very naked, very indignant Yuki.
"Haru..."
"You were the first one to give me a chance. You were the first one to look at me and see past the curse, see past some old stories..." Haru ignored Yuki's surreptitious wriggling - well, as much as he could, considering... - arms wrapped around the older boy's waist to keep him in place. He smiled mildly. "Did I ever tell you `sorry`, Yuki?"
"You've never done anything that needs an apology," Yuki shook his head, softness seeping into the exasperation for a moment. "...Apart from this. Let me go before someone comes in and-"
"I didn't tell her everything, you know..."
Yuki regarded him sceptically, wide violet eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristic frown.
Haru's hands slid down the older boy's back, edging closer to his ass before skirting away at the last minute, coming to rest at Yuki's hips instead. Giving the faint crease between buttock and thigh a teasing stroke that made Yuki blush delightfully again, Haru grinned wickedly at him.
"I didn't tell her all the ways I like you."
The prince was about to retort, but the moment's hesitation it took to blush appropriately first was all the invitation Haru needed. One hand slid up a graceful spine, anchoring in Yuki's hair and drawing him down into a kiss. The other boy's eyes widened even further, his muffled protest just a hummed sound against Haru's lips.
The white haired boy grinned against the kiss, not letting go until Yuki had reluctantly relaxed against him. Drawing back slightly, he was met with a raised brow, and an `are you done?` expression in violet eyes.
No, not by a long shot...
Flipping them over, Haru's lips latched onto the side of Yuki's neck, smiling through kisses as the choppy hair tickled his cheek.
Yuki, meanwhile, tried a different tactic; "You shouldn't. I have this cold after all."
Haru raised his head, sent him a feral grin, before leaning down, nipping at the other boy's jaw. "You never heard the saying `healthy as an ox`?"
Yuki sighed again, though it wasn't a very displeased sound this time, arms snaking around Haru's shoulders.
He couldn't remember precisely when it began; some time when two precocious young men finally realised one of the major drawbacks of being one of the zodiac. When they spent all their time either living in fear of accidental contact, or excluded from the outside world entirely, it hadn't seemed all that strange that they gravitated to each other. It wasn't as though there had been much choice, at the time.
It hadn't even been about sex, as much as it had been about touch. About feeling the warmth and softness of another life up close, without having to worry about traumatising them for life. Or, Haru thought wryly, any more than they were already.
And some days, when he knew something had gone on between Yuki and Akito, Haru had simply held the older boy close, shared warmth and nearness and comfort that Yuki would never ask for, without ever wondering why.
Yuki was better now he was away from the main house. And much as Haru missed seeing him as often, he couldn't ask for more than the other boy's happiness.
There had been times when Haru wondered whether Yuki liked him, or simply tolerated him.. Maybe there shouldn't be the distinction he placed between the two things, but it seemed to him that the prince often mistook them. But just a thought back to that smile that had graced the older boy's face as he sat at that large window was enough to ease any doubt.
Yuki wasn't good at expressing himself, that was all. On that score, Haru supposed he could relate.
That same smile was gazing up at him now, serene and beautiful. Yuki would have kicked seven kinds of shit out of him for the thoughts he was having, but Haru couldn't help it; the older boy looked so delicate, so fragile beneath him. His episode that afternoon had only gone to reinforce that.
And while Yuki couldn't read his mind, the older boy could easily read his eyes, could read into the careful reverent touches Haru brushed along the side of that pretty face.
"I'm all right. It's only a cold, and Tohru's right, I should have stayed home. I was overdoing it."
Haru shook his head, smiled a little ruefully. "I thought it might have been my fault. Showing up out of the blue, picking that fight with Kyo-"
He was stopped by soft fingers reaching up, pressing against his lips.
"I was glad to see you, Haru. I've missed you."
Haru smiled against the touch, indulging in that moment of quiet closeness. He wondered, not for the first time, how Yuki always seemed to know the right thing to say. To a lesser degree, Haru prided himself on the same when circumstances demanded it, but not with that same gentle knack for compassion that the older boy could.
Then he wasn't thinking at all, just yielding to that impulse to lean down again, kissing Yuki softly.
It was convenient that the older boy was already naked, it saved the tedium of having to undress him first. Haru could count on one hand the number of times Yuki had lacked control or judgement to the point of transforming back to human under embarrassing circumstances. Even when they'd been younger, the rat had been far too refined and reserved for that.
The white haired boy smiled; perhaps it was as much living in close proximity to the likes of Shigure and Kyo that had relaxed Yuki, not only Tohru's influence.
He might have to thank the cat later.
His kisses trailed down over the sharp angles of Yuki's jaw, lingering to nip a trail along the column of the older boy's throat before nuzzling at the crook of his neck. Yuki sighed, slender hands rising to grasp the sleeves of Haru's shirt.
The expanse of pale, perfect skin beneath his hands and lips was like a playground. Or, on reflection, more like one of those toys they gave toddlers, with different textures and sounds. The skin on Yuki's arms, his chest, the tops of his thighs, each had their own exquisite texture, like variations of silk. And applying different touches, different pressures elicited a surprisingly wide array of noises, each one soft and breathy as though Yuki was trying not to draw attention.
One day, Haru decided, he really needed to catch Yuki alone when everyone else were safely miles away. He wanted to see if those reserved little sounds would turn to cries and screams if Yuki ever truly let himself go.
So far, he hadn't seen anyone else who could do that; not till Tohru.
He ran his lips along Yuki's collarbone, watching that slender throat swallow convulsively at each kiss. Beneath his hands, the older boy's heartbeat was a quickening pulse, every beat like a demanding little jolt against Haru's fingers. That pale smooth chest rose and fell with breathy gasps interspersed with squirms and quiet laughter when one particular sweep of Haru's lips or tongue found a ticklish spot.
Judicious application of same lips and tongue to the pebbling flesh of Yuki's nipples made him shudder, a sound coming from parted lips that could have been anything between pleasure and discomfort. Or, Haru wondered, discomfort at enjoying himself. Something wicked - something black - crossed his mind for a fleeting second, and he grinned, nipping at the nipple, before laving at it to soothe. Kisses moving lower, he slid one hand up Yuki's chest, fingers scissoring around the hardened nub, rubbing the moisture around the tightening peak.
Licking at the other boy's navel, he circled the indentation with his tongue. Yuki was making whimpery noises now, a constant soft keen that vibrated through that narrow chest. Haru slid his hands to those slender thighs, parting them gently, enough to allow him to settle his chest between Yuki's legs.
Yuki was gazing down at him when Haru raised his head to glance at him, watching with a placid sort of want in those violet eyes. He was beautiful, undoubtedly, but there was more to it than that. Yuki was a prince among the rest of them; graceful and serene, disarmingly strong and infinitely gentle.
When his lips wrapped around the head of Yuki's arousal, the lithe body beneath his almost arched up off the bed. In an attempt not to be thrown off himself, Haru brought his hands to rest on Yuki's hips, stilling the older boy slightly. Yuki complied, albeit half-heartedly, body still moving restlessly beneath Haru's, his hands releasing their grip on the bedsheets and winding into black and white hair instead.
He moaned around the other boy's arousal, at the heat, the taste, the scent, all of it intertwining in his mind to create a perfect sensory picture of Yuki; warmth and strength and kindness.
Yuki gasped his name as Haru let his lips envelop more of his friend's erection, teeth carefully cushioned, tongue rubbing wetly along the underside of the shaft. One hand still braced on Yuki's thigh, he allowed the other to wander, stroking up along the silk-soft skin of the older boy's legs, fingertips brushing the heavy sacs, and the jerk and yelp the touch elicited made Haru smile. Repeating the action, he matched it with more purposeful suckling, lips and fingers tightening in a slow alternate rhythm.
The body beneath his was moving helplessly again, Yuki's fingers grasping and releasing his hair, his head thrashing back and forth against the pillow. One slender hand let go of Haru, as Yuki raised it to his mouth instead, a wholly unconscious effort to be quiet, to be careful. Haru caught the motion in peripheral vision, and something tightened around his heart at it.
He wished he could do more, wished he could make Yuki smile, make him let go, make him be himself, make him realise that he was around those who only cared for his happiness. Make him realise they weren't all like Akito.
But all he could do was make Yuki feel good here and now, give him something that provided a moment's pleasure, a moment's release.
That moment arrived with a bitten back cry, taking Haru a little by surprise. Yuki's body tensed under his, muscles stiffening, before he fell back against the bed with a boneless thump, like a puppet with its strings cut. Haru took his time, licking that softening arousal clean, lavishing enough attention that it was only Yuki's husky breath of his name that made him lift his head, chin pillowed on one hand as he smiled up at the other boy.
Yuki watched him, exotic eyes heavy lidded and sated.
"What about you...?"
While Haru knew what he really wanted, he wouldn't ask for more, not when the older boy was unwell. If nothing else, if Yuki transformed as a result of exhaustion, Haru would have some explaining to do. Tohru might be too innocent, Kyo might be oblivious, but that damn perverted Shigure would probably twig and they'd never live it down. Yuki would never live it down; the mortification would have washed off Haru like rainwater, but Yuki would hate for others to know.
Sliding his body up against the other boy's, he reached out for one of Yuki's hands, drawing it towards himself. Yuki got the idea; unfastening Haru's jeans, cool fingers slid beneath the material. Haru shivered a little as Yuki wrapped one hand around Haru's arousal, hesitant and experimental at first, before growing bolder at the appreciative sounds the white haired boy made.
He buried his face in the crook of Yuki's neck, and the older boy raised one hand to stroke Haru's hair. The combination of the wicked and tender things Yuki did with his hands just heightened the sensations racing through him. That touch was his undoing. Something in Yuki drew out something in Haru, something deeper, yet simpler than just black and white.
Maybe he was always black; maybe it was only Yuki, and his quiet acceptance, that brought out the spells of white.
And that wasn't the only thing...Haru's hands gripped the older boy's hips tightly, rubbing against him, thrusting into the firm grasp of Yuki's fingers. His heartbeat thundered in his head, and he couldn't quite discern whether it was Yuki or himself making those desperate pleading noises. Yuki's body felt feverish against his own, and for a split second a pang of guilt made Haru wonder whether it was down to the cold, or to him. But pleasure was calling the shots, and deemed it was the latter.
Pleasure just wanted this moment to exist around him and Yuki. Just wanted to feel and lose themselves in this, not as rat and ox or anything else, just as people.
The electric chill of impending orgasm was winding slowly around the base of his spine, when Haru raised his head, turned Yuki's face towards his and kissed him deeply. The older boy tangled his fingers in Haru's hair, lips and tongue just as demanding, kissing back in silent understanding.
His cry of Yuki's name, as his climax crashed into him with all the force of a roundhouse kick, was swallowed up by the kiss. The older boy continued to hold him, hands continuing to stroke, gentle and unconsciously reassuring, until the shudders of aftershocks quietened, and the only sound left was the soft shush of their breathing, and the thud of Yuki's heartbeat against Haru's cheek.
Yuki cuddled up to him briefly, before disentangling himself, sitting up and sifting through the hopelessly rumpled clothes with a sigh.
"You know," Haru began conversationally, hands behind his head as he watched the older boy root around for alternative clothes. "You could just get back in bed. They won't be home for a while."
Yuki stared at him in silence. Haru closed his eyes and waited. After a moment, the mattress shifted under the older boy's slight weight.
"Fine." Yuki rested his head against Haru's shoulder, one hand splayed against the younger boy's chest, and smiled a little. "But if you catch a cold, you can try explaining where it came from."
~~ End ~~
a/n : My first shot at Fruits Basket fanfiction, so I really hope it didn't disappoint too badly. And my knowledge of canon is the anime, not the manga, hence no mentions of Haru/Rin.
Hope you enjoyed, and Happy Holidays!
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