Furuba no Hinansho
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Fruits Basket › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
26
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10,593
Reviews:
70
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Chapter 11
Kinyuu 11
Nissho e,
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wouldn’t believe my eyes. I f someone, anyone, else would have told me, I still wouldn’t have believed it. But it was true. It was true. It had in fact happened and I was too late… or just in time…
I had just come from my room across the hall, still in my drunken stupor of grogginess, headed straight for the bathroom when I heard these strange noises coming from Kyou’s room.
\"Mmmm, take me…take me now! It hurts…\"
\"E?\" What was he talking about? ‘Take me’? Interesting. I decided to investigate, so I started to tiptoe up to his room when I heard another voice.
\"Oh, is that so? Hmm, I can take care of that…\"
Ayame! What was he doing here?! And in Kyou’s room, no less. I would have to deal with him about this later. Nevertheless, I was curious to see just what Ayame had in mind so I peeked into Kyou’s room, just so much so I could look into it without them spotting me.
What the f***?!
I could see Kyou’s head thrashing from side to side as Ayame lay next to him, with his hand somewhere hidden underneath Kyou’s blanket. I suspected that Ayame’s hand was where mine should have been a long time ago. He beat me to him! I couldn’t believe it. Does my brother have to completely take over everything I do? Kyou was mine and I wouldn’t stand for this. No, now was the time to act and end this. I got myself together and stepped out from my hiding place and…wow…
My eyes must have grown twice as big, because now, I really couldn’t believe my eyes. At the time of his release, he threw his head back and his mouth flew wide open, his eyes tightly shut, and ohh, that look on his face (it was enough to even turn Hatori on), twisted in a fit of pleasure that I alone longed to give him and now Ayame was giving it to him. How I hated him right now…But I had more pressing concerns …
As my mind was trying to process all of this, Ayame looked at me (how did he know I was here? And for how long did he know this?), rose up, and walked past me down the hallway, most likely to Shigure’s room or something. I saw Kyou’s eyes follow Ayame’s curvy form as he exited the room and I got jealous, but the jealous feeling I had soon faded away as his eyes set upon me, apparently for the first time; he hadn’t known I was there. And nothing but anger….
He just stared.
Frozen. Angry. Flushed. Embarrassed. Hurt. Or as hurt as Kyou could look.
Then I let him have it.
\"Kyou! What the hell were you doing with my brother?! I thought we had an agreement that you were to be my slave, Kyou. Are you in some secret relationship with him behind my back? Well, I’m listening!\"
\"What the hell are you talking about, Kuso Nezumi?!!
\"Don’t deny it, baka neko! He was.…urgh…pleasuring you. With…with his hand on…on…your—\"
\"And what of it? What if I was getting in on with your brother? It’s no business of yours, Yuki, even if I am your sex slave! Or did I not read the fine print on this deal.\"
\"Uh…I…you…\"
\"I thought so.\" He started to get out of his bed and began to walk over towards me. His pajama shirt just a little soiled with his essence. I wanna taste it….
\"Whatever I choose to do and whoever I choose to do it with is none of your concern!\" I moved away from the door as I saw he was getting even closer to me. I’d never seen him this angry before.
\"And you don’t have to worry your pretty, little head. I’ll continue to be your sex slave for the whole 7 days, just like you wanted.\" Then he closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine, coming closer still. Wait a minute….
\"I’m not going to lose this one to you.\" Without my realizing it, he had pinned me to the wall, keeping me from going anywhere, his hands next to the sides of my head. How’d I get here? What’s he doing? And what’s that pushing into my leg? Is…is that…is he hard?! Omg, I wanna touch it…
\"I’ll die before I let you win this!!\" There was little I could do when he grabbed my waist and carried me over to his bed. When we got there, he threw me down and kneeled over me with his hands on my shoulders, so I wouldn’t be able to jump up.
\"Kyou! Kyou, no! Baka-yarou! Get off me! Now!\"
\"But this is what you want, isn’t it, nezumi!! Someone to f*** with?!\"
\"No!…Yes!…Nnnnoooo!\"
\"Indecisive are we now, Yuki? I can take care of that, just leave it all to me…\"
He ripped my shirt open in one swift motion, unconcerned whether I cared or not. He then proceeded to take of his own shirt and I nearly melted at the sight of his toned chest….
\"Well, Yuki, I do believe that now you’re the one staring.\" I could see his face getting closer to mine, his eyes half-lidded, his hands entwined in mine, pushing them down.
Before he could do anything, with all the strength that I could muster, I somehow managed to push him off of me.
Then it was my turn to run.
Nissho e,
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wouldn’t believe my eyes. I f someone, anyone, else would have told me, I still wouldn’t have believed it. But it was true. It was true. It had in fact happened and I was too late… or just in time…
I had just come from my room across the hall, still in my drunken stupor of grogginess, headed straight for the bathroom when I heard these strange noises coming from Kyou’s room.
\"Mmmm, take me…take me now! It hurts…\"
\"E?\" What was he talking about? ‘Take me’? Interesting. I decided to investigate, so I started to tiptoe up to his room when I heard another voice.
\"Oh, is that so? Hmm, I can take care of that…\"
Ayame! What was he doing here?! And in Kyou’s room, no less. I would have to deal with him about this later. Nevertheless, I was curious to see just what Ayame had in mind so I peeked into Kyou’s room, just so much so I could look into it without them spotting me.
What the f***?!
I could see Kyou’s head thrashing from side to side as Ayame lay next to him, with his hand somewhere hidden underneath Kyou’s blanket. I suspected that Ayame’s hand was where mine should have been a long time ago. He beat me to him! I couldn’t believe it. Does my brother have to completely take over everything I do? Kyou was mine and I wouldn’t stand for this. No, now was the time to act and end this. I got myself together and stepped out from my hiding place and…wow…
My eyes must have grown twice as big, because now, I really couldn’t believe my eyes. At the time of his release, he threw his head back and his mouth flew wide open, his eyes tightly shut, and ohh, that look on his face (it was enough to even turn Hatori on), twisted in a fit of pleasure that I alone longed to give him and now Ayame was giving it to him. How I hated him right now…But I had more pressing concerns …
As my mind was trying to process all of this, Ayame looked at me (how did he know I was here? And for how long did he know this?), rose up, and walked past me down the hallway, most likely to Shigure’s room or something. I saw Kyou’s eyes follow Ayame’s curvy form as he exited the room and I got jealous, but the jealous feeling I had soon faded away as his eyes set upon me, apparently for the first time; he hadn’t known I was there. And nothing but anger….
He just stared.
Frozen. Angry. Flushed. Embarrassed. Hurt. Or as hurt as Kyou could look.
Then I let him have it.
\"Kyou! What the hell were you doing with my brother?! I thought we had an agreement that you were to be my slave, Kyou. Are you in some secret relationship with him behind my back? Well, I’m listening!\"
\"What the hell are you talking about, Kuso Nezumi?!!
\"Don’t deny it, baka neko! He was.…urgh…pleasuring you. With…with his hand on…on…your—\"
\"And what of it? What if I was getting in on with your brother? It’s no business of yours, Yuki, even if I am your sex slave! Or did I not read the fine print on this deal.\"
\"Uh…I…you…\"
\"I thought so.\" He started to get out of his bed and began to walk over towards me. His pajama shirt just a little soiled with his essence. I wanna taste it….
\"Whatever I choose to do and whoever I choose to do it with is none of your concern!\" I moved away from the door as I saw he was getting even closer to me. I’d never seen him this angry before.
\"And you don’t have to worry your pretty, little head. I’ll continue to be your sex slave for the whole 7 days, just like you wanted.\" Then he closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine, coming closer still. Wait a minute….
\"I’m not going to lose this one to you.\" Without my realizing it, he had pinned me to the wall, keeping me from going anywhere, his hands next to the sides of my head. How’d I get here? What’s he doing? And what’s that pushing into my leg? Is…is that…is he hard?! Omg, I wanna touch it…
\"I’ll die before I let you win this!!\" There was little I could do when he grabbed my waist and carried me over to his bed. When we got there, he threw me down and kneeled over me with his hands on my shoulders, so I wouldn’t be able to jump up.
\"Kyou! Kyou, no! Baka-yarou! Get off me! Now!\"
\"But this is what you want, isn’t it, nezumi!! Someone to f*** with?!\"
\"No!…Yes!…Nnnnoooo!\"
\"Indecisive are we now, Yuki? I can take care of that, just leave it all to me…\"
He ripped my shirt open in one swift motion, unconcerned whether I cared or not. He then proceeded to take of his own shirt and I nearly melted at the sight of his toned chest….
\"Well, Yuki, I do believe that now you’re the one staring.\" I could see his face getting closer to mine, his eyes half-lidded, his hands entwined in mine, pushing them down.
Before he could do anything, with all the strength that I could muster, I somehow managed to push him off of me.
Then it was my turn to run.