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Tripped Out	By : rileycharlotte Category: Fruits Basket > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2623 -:- Recommendations : 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.

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Okay. I get the picture. My summaries suck.

On a lighter note� I finally finished those damn exams and
my play is over� I enjoyed it thoroughly, having spent the cast party on the
bed of this one guy I barely knew, with this one guy I now know very well watching
a bunch of other guys play �halo� on x-box. Sorry� tmi� all you kids want is
the story� here it is�

Disclaimer: I don�t own anyone or anything in Fruit�s
Basket, and if I did I would eat a rice ball every day instead of ramen noodles
just to prove my dedication to the incredible work� or maybe I�d just be really
proud of myself�� whatever�

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Hatori immersed himself in the newspaper.

He had no other method available to distract him from the
sick feeling burning his stomach. Reading about some kind of new foreign
affairs policy seemed to take the edge off the feeling, or at least it kept it
from building.

There had never been a moment when he had thought the little
sex jokes his two friends used to crack in order to make him roll his eyes
would ever become true. They knew how much he hated it. He�d told them a
million times. Maybe that�s why they never told him that night they finally
hooked up.

The three of them had all gone to Kabuki-za Theater. It was
Ayame�s birthday, and he wanted to see a show. Hatori knew something had to be
up, but he figured it was more along the lines that Aya had a thing for one of
the cast members (male or female), not that he had wanted to go because the
show that night was about true love and had lots of eerie analogies about
snakes and dogs. Hatori noted the energy waves crackling through the air
between the two men and then went home, hoping it wasn�t his worst nightmare
come true.

Evidently, according to a display in the airport this
morning, approximately six days and seven nights since the �moment� at the
theater Ayame and Shigure had become a couple. And Hatori was left shivering
and wanting to throw up.

It wasn�t that he disapproved of his friends being happy, or
even two guys sleeping together. He just couldn�t stand the fact that they were
in love. He hated himself for not being more supportive, but he just couldn�t
be. He just couldn�t stand people in love.

The name that made him burn to think of was just the conclusion
to his troubles in the romance department. Even from an early age he�d had a
morbid fear and disapproval of love. He�d been taught and now had first hand
experience that it brought nothing but sorrow.

He feared for his friends.

That was why he could not face them in their newfound
devotion. He was afraid for them, as they knew he would be. There was a glimmer
of apprehension in the air around him these days as things were.

�Excuse me, sir, can I interest you in a drink?� a chime seemed
to sound in the breeze.

Hatori set his paper down to look up at the source of the
musical voice. It belonged to a radiant girl in a flight attendant�s uniform
directly in front of him. She seemed to glow with warmth, real warmth, something
the dragon hadn�t seen before. It caught him like a hook up under his ribs and
drew him in, despite his internal protests.

�Yes, I guess I would like a drink,� he responded. Was that a
flirtatious edge along the side of his voice? Was he that fickle all of a
sudden?

�Well, what would you like?� she giggled leaning closer. Hereatreath was fresh and sweet like spring rains.

�What is it you suggest?� Hatori was really crossing the line
hear. He never flirted, least of all with some random stewardess. Of course she
was pretty he had to admit it. She had smooth pale skin that flowed over a
slim, delicate form. Long slender cheeks, hips, and legs all highlighted by the
backdrop of wispy gold hair that caressed the curves of her face and body as
though a garment in itself. Her rose lips smiled playfully, yet her eyes were
true blue, honestly real, but not harshly so.

�I suggest a strawberry daiquiri. It might put you in the
mood for Hawaii.�

He fell into her clutches mindlessly, letting her serve him
the drink and sit beside him while he consumed it, though sirens blared in his
brain loud enough to deafen him.

�So, what�s taking a guy like you out to the beach?� the
flight attendant leaned her head on her hand, intently watching Hatori.

�Business,� he said shortly and took a good long gulp of rum
laced smoothie.

The girl laughed.

�Business, huh? Well, if it�s business then, I guess I
shouldn�t be keeping you��

�No�� he stopped her as she stood, and felt his head reel
with regret for the action. He had suddenly lost control of his speech.

The stewardess blinked her big eyes at him.

�I� uh� want another drink�� he fixed his mistake, turning
his gaze downward.

�Oh? Alright then, I�ll get you one.�

And so, she sat there,
chattering merrily beside him, as he went through another three daiquiris. She
spoke about nothing much, just the places she�d been in the past few weeks,
flying all over the world. Hatori listened until he could barely see straight,
and even after that.

�So, then the funniest thing, I was on my way to Moscow and
this businessman stopped me in the middle of the aisle and asked me if�� she
cut off. Hatori had been leaning in closer and closer to her.

�Excuse me, sir? Are you alright?� she blinked again. It was
a habit of hers, when she felt confused or uncomfortable.

�Hatori. My name�s Hatori,� his speech was slurred. Every
shred of his personality had liquefied with the alcohol.

�Hatori,� she whispered seductively, �are you all��

He squeezed her shoulder tight, pulling her lips into his.
She complied, wrapping her arms gracefully around his neck and pressing in
deeper, sparks flying at random like fireflies through both participants stomachs
as the kiss deepened.

When Hatori opened his mouth and trailed his tongue across
the woman�s lips, she knew that a row of airplane seats was not going to be the
best place for this. They needed somewhere more private.

Cautiously, she stood, coaxing Hatori along with her, without
breaking the kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and the burning sweet rum
numbed her tongue as it was caressed. She stepped backward, gradually leading
the doctor down the aisle.

He was too drunk to really notice until they were actually in
the tight enclosed space of the airplane bathroom. The door was somehow shut
and locked, ane fle flight attendant somehow pressed into the back corner, the
toilet digging into the backs of her knees.

Suddenly she snapped like a cornered tiger shoving forward,
driving her tongue full into the dragon�s mouth. She dug her nails into the
soft flesh of his thighs until he got the message and stepped back, giving her
more room to control the situation.

A fleeting moment like the tail of a comet and Hatori found
himself wrestling with the woman from a seat atop the aluminum sink. She clawed
her nimble fingers down his back, pressuring his lips with her own as she dove
into his pants. Her fingers drew a round circle beneath the fabric as they made
their way to his front.

Breaking the kiss, the flight attendant trailed her lips down
Hatori�s neck and then jumped down to his pants. There she made quick work of
the button and zipper, with the help of her fingers and her teeth.

By now Hatori had
become more than a little aroused, in spite of himself, and having his pants
and underwear peeled off in one swipe only made the obvious, more so.

The flight attendant giggled a little, trailing her tongue
over the shaft, making Ha�ri shudder with sick pleasure. He was now
indefinitely hard and the strange lady could tell. She teasingly kissed the tip
of the head and allowed him to brace his palms against her skull, entangling
his fingers in her hair as he drew her in closer.

�Say please,� she
smiled up at him, a sly little vixen smile that he wanted to rip off her face
when he saw it from beneath his damp bangs.

�Pleaassse�� he started and then it trailed intointo a harsh
animal noise as she took him full into her mouth, kneading the flesh with the
inside of her cheeks and her tongue.

He bucked his hips and yanked at her hair, thrusting himself
down her throat too quickly for her to change her mind. She complied, her
throat clenching to him, her damned fingers toying with his balls, her tongue
tap-dancing on whatever part of cock it could. It was enough to push him over
the edge after five or six good strokes; such was the beauty of it.

As he released, he clenched her blonde locks, sure he would
crush her skull in with the monstrous surge of creamy white bliss that
resonated from inside him. Then it was gone, like a very good dream, and he
seemed to wake up to a bleary eyed stewardess, dribbles of cum trickling from
the corners of her rosy lips that grinned a satisfied grin.

He grinned back down at her, a catlike sense of
accomplishment dwelling inside him.

She stood licking her lips and gave him a simple peck on the
cheek.

�I have to go,� was all she had to say as she spun around and
left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Hatori slumped against the mirror, dazed.

Then he felt as though someone had punched him in the gut.

He had just� what the hell was that? Oral pleasure with a
random lady was a very shallow and un-Ha�ri like thing to do.

A second punch barreled into him from another direction.

He had really liked her, too. She made him feel� nice and
safe and good all over. Like he could be someone around her that he had always
wanted to be, but never could be before.

The third punch in the gut came the hardest of all and nearly
knocked him straight off the counter.

He had just hugged and kissed and� done a whole lot more with
a girl, and he hadn�t changed into zodiac form. What the hell could that mean?

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ooohh� so� that was fun. I�m
glad to have a little smutty-smut in here so early. Originally I was just gonna
have �em kiss� but I figured, what the hell� ha�ri probably doesn�t ever get
drunk, so why not take advantage of the situation� the only thing that bothered
me about it was that I dunno whether Hatori would prefer boxers or briefs� I
just typed in underwear, so you can imagine it as you will, but� I�ll leave you
with that enigma� boxers or briefs? See ya kids later� review your damn ass
off� please? And no flames� even if the story is a little fucked up�
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