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Shivers	By : MistressofDragons Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Shivers
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Fruits Basket or any of the
characters mentioned therein.

Summery: Yuki is shivering and Haru
is there to warm him up. Fluffy Haru/Yuki.

Warnings: Fluff!(Yes I need to warn
people when I write fluff) Yaoi, Haru/Yuki.
OOC. Shameless PWP.

Cyber-“Yo. Author
here. This is my first Fruits Basket(and
possibly only) fic. It’s short and written for a
friend in return for a Gundam Wing fic. So. . . in order to get my fic I shall now present the fic.”

Shivers

A puff of smoke emerges from the small gap between the
carefully tended hedges and the school wall. A moment later a handsome boy with
dark hair and violet eyes peeks over the nearly bare bushes, arms clinging to
his bare shoulders. With a long-suffering murmur he starts to stand but a
nearby voice causes him to drop back behind the relatively concealing hedge. As
he waits for the owner of the voice to leave the area he sighs to himself, “Now
what? I can’t walk about naked and my clothes. . .” He trails off and shivers,
rubbing his bare arms for more warmth. A moment later, however, he starts
violently at the questioning voice just on the other side of the hedge.

“Yuki? Is that you?” The tall, black
and white-haired boy peaks over the hedge not surprised or embarrassed in the
slightest over Yuki’s undressed state.

Yuki flushes, looking at the ground
nervously, “Ha-Haru?” The rest of his sentence
is cut short by another bout of shivers from the cold breeze.

With a vaguely concerned look the boy identified as Haru kneels down behind the cover of dying leaves, “What
happened?”

“A member of my fanclub.
I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Yuki worries at his lower lip, fighting
embarrassment, “I escaped before she saw me but. . . my
clothes. . .” He shivers again. “What are you doing here?” Yuki’s face is
carefully blank but a faint trace of amusement flickers in his eyes.

Haru shrugs, looking completely
unconcerned with anything once again, “I was walking to the soccer field.” He
gestures to the t-shirt and sweatpants hanging loosely on his lean frame, “I
have phys. ed. now.”

“But Haru, the soccer field is on
the other side of school grounds!”

“It is? Oh well.” Haru stares down
at Yuki, now shivering so hard his teeth are chattering, “You’re cold. Where
are your clothes?”

Yuki shudders, though the action is nearly lost in his
shivering, “The girl. . . I think she took them. And I can’t walk around naked!
So. . .” He trails off miserably, shivering harder. After a moment he looks up,
biting at his lower lip, “Could you do me a favor and get them? The girl
shouldn’t be hard to fi— What?
Haru?”
Yuki trails off looking up at the other boy as he steps closer.

“You’ll catch cold. You know what happens when you get sick.”

“Y-Yeah. So could you get my
clothes please?” Yuki fidgets, suddenly nervous as Haru
continues to advance. “Haru?!”
His voice trails off in a squeak as Haru’s arms
suddenly encircle him. “Haru!
Wh-what
are you doing?!”

“You’re cold. I’m warming you up.” Haru
pulls Yuki back against his chest, settling the now blushing boy between his
legs and rubbing cold skin.

Yuki squirms, looking nervous and a little frantic, “Haru, let go please. . . I-I. . . Just get my clothes.”

Haru snuggles closer, breathing in
Yuki’s ear, earning another squeak and a shiver that isn’t from the cold for
his troubles, “I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll just keep you warm.” His
hands leave Yuki’s pale arms and start sliding down the smooth chest.

“Ha-Haru!”

“I love you, Yuki.” Hands trail over pale skin, bringing a
healthy flush and rubbing away goosebumps.

“Haru!”
Yuki’s voice is breathless, almost pleading. He squirms against Haru, clearly affected by the gentle touch as hands move to
massage warmth into shivering thighs. “Haru!
I. . . Please!”

“I promise to take care of you, Yuki.” Unlike Yuki, Haru is calm, focused on his self appointed task, each soft
touch now earning a shiver from the flustered boy.

Yuki suddenly arches against Haru
as fingers brush over a particularly sensitive patch of skin, his neck offering
itself as his head falls back on Haru’s shoulder, “Haru. We shouldn’t. . . I don’t. . . Hmm.
. .” His scattered protests turn into a soft moan as Haru
experimentally licks the offered throat.

“I love you, Yuki. I’ll always keep you warm.” Haru’s cheeks tint pink in a faint echo of the crimson heat
flooding Yuki’s skin. He continues to lick softly at Yuki’s now damp skin as
his hands become more adventurous, the stroking becoming purposely erotic.

Yuki shivers yet again, “We. . . We’re at school! We shouldn’t.
. . Ooh.” Haru’s hand cups and strokes, causing Yuki
to moan and shudder. Yuki whines, eyes closed tight, as his hand slides down
his body to guide Haru’s, “Unn. . . Haru,
don’t stop.”

Haru moans as well, grinding
against the boy in his arms, “Yuki. . . So beautiful.” He picks up the pace with his hand, lapping
frantically at Yuki’s throat. Yuki continues to shiver and moan his hand now
fisting Haru’s pants while his other tugs on
two-toned hair. Suddenly Yuki shudders, arching violently against Haru with a breathless cry. Haru clasps
Yuki close thrusting against him with a shudder of his own and an answering
cry. After a moment both boys collapse back bonelessly,
panting hard.

For several minutes they both lie
still then Haru gathers Yuki closer and brings his
stained hand to his mouth, lapping the white liquid from his fingers. Yuki
blushes and wrinkles his nose cutely, “Haru. . . That’s. . . Isn’t it gross?”

Haru nonchalantly begins sucking
on his fingers. After a moment of contemplation he whispers, “It tastes like
Yuki, so, it’s good.”

Yuki blushes and stutters, “H-Haru!”
He looks down at himself and gathers his knees to his chest, radiating
embarrassment, “We shouldn’t have. . . We’re at school, someone could have
seen!”

Haru finishes with his hand and
plants a kiss on the corner of Yuki’s mouth, “I was keeping you warm, it’s ok.”

“But. . .”

“Shh. . . It’s ok. I love you,
remember?” Haru smiles but jerks up at the bubbly
voice over the hedge.

“Yuki! Yuki, where are you? Tohru-chan and I found your clothes!”

“Momiji?”
Both boys look up at the innocent face peeking over the bushes at them and
blush simultaneously.

“Hi, Yuki! Haru!” Momiji
tilts his head, “What are you doing here, Haru?”

“Keeping Yuki warm so he won’t get sick.”

Momiji tilts his head, a sunny
smile spreading over his face, “That’s so nice Haru!”
With a giggle he hands Yuki, still in Haru’s arms, a
bundle of clothing, “Here you go, Yuki! Bye! I’ve got to go back to class now.”
Without waiting for a thank you Momiji skips off,
singing a pleasant song to himself.

Yuki and Haru look at each other
and let out relieved sighs, relaxing. Yuki extracts himself from Haru’s arms, suppressing a shiver as his skin is again assaulted
by the cold air and begins pulling on his clothing. He pointedly refuses to look
at the stain decorating Haru’s pants or the
stickiness on his own legs. “At least he didn’t figure out that we were. . .”
Yuki trails off, again blushing furiously.

Around the corner Momiji claps and
bounces gleefully, “Oh! They are so cute!” With a face splitting grin and a not
so innocent giggle he trots off, “Took them long enough.”

~

Yuki winces at the crash and the strings of curses floating
in from outside. He looks almost guiltily at the flustered girl beside him as
she adds another item to her list of things to repair or replace. “I’m sorry, Tohru.”

Tohru smiles brightly brushing off
the apology, “It’s not your fault Haru decided to
come over today. Or that he and Kyou got into a
fight.” She blissfully brushes off Yuki’s quite murmur of, ‘yes, it is.’ and
stretches, heading towards the kitchen.

Yuki gets up as well, “Here, let me help.” Tohru’s reply is cut off as a moment later Haru forcefully slams aside the door, looking full of
energy and wearing a cocky grin. Yuki gulps, “Oh no. He’s gone Black.”

Haru chuckles darkly and struts
over to Yuki, backing the boy against the wall. He grins at Yuki’s squeak as he
slams his hands against the wall cutting off all escape, “Why, hello. Yuki-chan.”

Yuki shivers at the name, “H-Haru.
. . About today. . . Th-thank you?” He rushes to
finish the sentence, blushing, “F-for keeping me warm I mean.”

Haru smirks, leaning closer to
Yuki, “Yes, Yuki-chan. . . You should do something
for me in return, hmm?” Yuki shivers again and Haru
nuzzles his neck, “Yuki-chan smells so nice. . .” Yuki
whimpers at the fleeting lick and then squeaks as Haru
lowers his voice even further, whispering in Yuki’s ear, “Like sex. . .”

Tohru looks confused and turns to
ask the miffed boy just entering the room a question. “Kyou. . .”

Kyou grumbles, “Damn Haru. Went chasing after the damn rat as
soon as he went Black.” He looks up at Tohru’s
questioning voice, “Don’t ask. I’ve got no idea.” He grimaces as Yuki shivers
again under Haru’s gaze before being dragged upstairs
by the white and black haired boy. “And I don’t want to know. I’ll. . . go for a walk or something.”

Tohru looks worried, “But shouldn’t
we go help. . .”

“Oh! Haru!”

Tohru goes red at the shout from
upstairs, “Umm. . .” She shivers, “Mind if I join you?” Kyou
shrugs and they both suppress a shudder at Haru’s
answering cry as they walk out.

Cyber-“There. Done. Yay!!
Now leave me some reviews, I do love them so.”
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