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First Night	By : bitterfig Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Bitterfig

Title: First Night

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Souma Yuki/Souma Hatsuharu "Haru"

Summary: Set on the New Year�s Eve before the series begins. Haru�s love for Yuki can not undo the damage wrought by Akito�s abuse.

Beta-Reader: Nzomniac

Word Count: 1350

Rating: R

Warnings: Yaoi. Sexual situations involving underaged characters (Yuki is about fifteen, Haru fourteen) who are also distant cousins (i.e. incest). Masturbation. References to child abuse.

Disclaimer: I did not create these characters. I do not profit in any way from their use.

Author�s Notes: This is the first in a series of Fruits Basket stories for the lj community 15pairings. The prompt for this story was theme set 4:12 �No escape from being alone.�

First Night

Yuki wandered through the New Year�s banquet in a tense and dizzy haze. The other juunishi clustered around Akito, but he couldn�t bear to hear that voice, see that face. He kept back as he moved among the other Soumas, most of whom he had never met.

Surrounded by people, pressed by them from all sides, he remained completely alone. They were his family, but most of them didn�t know him, or he them. No one seemed to see him.

Then Haru was beside him. His arms encircled Yuki�s waist, drawing him close.

�I�m glad you came,� Haru said. �I�ve missed you.�

It had been nearly a year since they�d seen each other. Since leaving the main house and moving in with Shigure, Yuki had stayed away from the Souma estate as much as possible. Haru, who was fourteen now, had changed a great deal. His white and black hair was arranged in punky spikes, and there was a row of rings in each of his ears. Yuki gingerly touched one of the hoops.

�Was Akito angry?� Yuki asked. Haru shrugged.

�Akito doesn�t have much use for me anymore,� Haru said. �Not since I stopped hating you.�

Haru was a year younger, but he seemed so much more assured than Yuki could ever imagine feeling. He was able to draw Yuki into the circle of the other juunishi, and though Akito was near, Yuki could bear it. He felt protected with Haru�s arm around him. He was able to relax, even to talk shyly to some of the others.

As it grew later, Haru leaned close so teasing adults wouldn�t hear.

�If you�d like,� he whispered, �you could sleep in my room tonight.� As he said this, his hand enfolded Yuki�s thigh, squeezing it gently. The older boy eye�s widened; his heart lurched with excitement, with fear.

�I would,� he said softly. �I�d like that.�

Later, well after midnight, they went upstairs together. While Haru was in the bathroom, Yuki changed and got into bed. His pajamas were silver gray, silken, embroidered in lavender with an elaborate floral design. He was both embarrassed and secretly pleased by their prettiness, by how becoming they were, and how perfectly they set off his eyes, his hair. Had he perhaps been anticipating, hoping for Haru�s invitation?

Even so, he blushed ferociously when Haru emerged shirtless from the bathroom and got into bed beside him, then blushed even more when Haru embraced him. For all the spikiness of Haru�s hair and the sharpness of his features and the solid firmness of his body, his arms and chest were soft, warm, almost maternal. His breath against Yuki�s hair, his cheek, smelled of milk.

Yuki wanted this so badly�to be close, to feel loved.

When he�d lived in the main house, Akito had been omnipresent�so near he could hardly breathe. Living separate from Akito had saved his life, but it had left a void.

There was nothing to fill this emptiness. Because of the curse, he had to be careful to keep a safe distance from his classmates. At home there was Shigure�friendly enough but distant in his own way, not quite to be trusted �and there was Kyou who wanted more than anything to beat Yuki, take everything from him.

Yuki lived daily with Kyou�s relentless hostility. His orange-haired cousin�s attacks had become so routine that he no longer even needed to be awake for them. If Kyou�s hatred no longer hurt him, it was because he had been scorched to the bone. He couldn�t feel anything any more beyond the dull aching of his loneliness.

�Are you okay being back here?� Haru asked, caressing his cheek tenderly as if he was a precious thing. �You looked a little lost before.�

�I was,� Yuki said. �It�s hard to be at the main house again, to be near Akito. You � you make it easier.�

�That�s all I want to do, Yuki,� Haru said quietly. �There are so many things I can�t change, but I can make it easier for you. I can help you, if you�ll let me. You don�t have to be alone.�

Haru kissed him.

They kissed, lying side by side. A shivery excitement and fear built in Yuki with each kiss. He found himself trying to reach deeper, to be more consumed by his cousin�s smooth, hot mouth. He pressed himself closer, wrapping his legs around Haru, rubbing against him. Haru�s fingers moved over his chest, brushing his nipples through the silk, making them so hard it hurt. He whimpered, nuzzling against his cousin, burying his face in Haru�s neck.

�How do you know what to do?� Yuki asked his younger cousin.

�When I turn into Black Haru, there�s not much I won�t do,� Haru answered rather shamefacedly. �And there�s a girl I�m sort of with � we�re not going out, she doesn�t want to, but we�ve done � stuff. What about you? Have you done anything like this before?�

�No,� Yuki admitted.

�Akito never��

�No,� Yuki gasped. His hips jerked as he ground himself against Haru. �Never.� Haru�s hand moved down his stomach, finding his erection, cradling it through the damp silk. Yuki whimpered again, throwing his arms around Haru�s neck and holding on with desperate tightness. �Please��

His pajama bottoms were down around his thighs now. Haru�s hand encircled him, moving in strokes up and down. Yuki�s teeth clenched; he jerked against his cousin as the muscles in his stomach and thighs constricted.

�Relax,� Haru whispered. �You can trust me. You can let yourself go.�

Yuki wanted to, wanted to so badly. He tried. He closed his eyes. He gave himself over to Haru, to the motion of Haru�s hand upon him. He let Haru carry him.

In the darkness, Yuki was borne further and further from his own self, further and further from control.

He knew this sensation. He had been here before. He had been carried before, by Akito. Akito had never used him sexually, had never violated him that way; yet, the ways in which Akito had violated him had left their imprint on everything else. To let himself go, to surrender to pleasure, felt the same as giving in to the dark tides of Akito�s will. He had done it before. He could not do it again.

�No!�

It was as if he were in a dream and, dreaming of falling, startled awake on impact. Yuki pushed Haru away with the same strength with which he had been clinging to him moments before.

�Yuki, are you okay?� Haru asked.

�I can�t do it. Not like this,� Yuki gasped. �I won�t�� Then he smashed his cousin across the face as hard as he could, again and again.

�Turn black,� he ordered. �Be Black Haru. At least that way I can fight you. Turn black.� A dangerous darkness flashed across Haru�s mild eyes but just as quickly faded.

�I won�t do that, Yuki,� he said. A smear of red blood stained his pale face, but his voice was gentle. �Not with you.� He reached out, caressed Yuki�s cheek. �You�re crying,� he said.

Yuki pulled away, ran. Away from Haru, from Haru�s room. He went to the only place in the Souma house that he belonged, to the barred room Akito had kept him locked in for so many days. Huddled there in the corner, the ghost of his cousin�s hands on his body, Haru�s milky breath still lingering in his nostrils, he jerked himself off with harsh yanks and slaps. Not for pleasure, but to be rid of the arousal. Panting, moaning through gritted teeth as he reached the point of climax, he sensed Akito in the room with him: the motion of Akito�s kimono; the sour, medicinal smell of the invalid; the presence of Akito hanging over him.

Warm fluid spilled onto his hands as he came.

�You filthy, little beast,� Akito hissed.

Defiantly, he raised his fingers to his mouth, licked them as he turned hateful eyes to where Akito should have been.

No one was there. Akito was not there. Akito had never been there. He was alone.

He spent the first night of the New Year alone in his cage.
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