When it Rains it Pours

Waking slowly to the feeling of stiff muscles and aching joints Haru half wished he could simply stay asleep. Something warm and comforting was curled against his side, with something heavy lying on his chest. Opening an eye gently, he gave a start when he saw the orange hair of the person curled against him rather snugly. Some how through the night Kyo had snuggled up to him and was using his chest as a pillow. Kyo’s arm was draped over Haru’s chest diagonally so the cat’s hand rested at the side of his hip. Kyo moved against Haru in his sleep, shifting into a more comfortable position. The ox snapped his eyes closed against the imagery that’s shot through his mind. It was easy to convince himself that the person curled against him was just an illusion… until Kyo had moved. Then the idea had struck home with deadly force. Kyo shifted beside him again a slight moan escaping his lips, Haru’s body was as stiff as a board.

All of his body was as stiff as a board.

Kyo’s arm began to move, dragging lazy fingers across sensitive skin until they reached his face. Scratching at his nose absently it took Kyo a moment to realize what he was using as a pillow. The cat’s body stiffened and his head shot up, red eyes locking onto Haru’s black ones. Hatsuharu merely smiled.

“Don’t worry Kyo. You don’t have to move I don’t mind.” Haru let his body relax, well as much of his body that he could relax without diverting blood flow. Kyo stared at him still hesitant, not sure weather to give in or rebel against the gesture. Haru moved his arm from where it lay across the bed, wrapping it loosely around Kyo.

“Are you okay?”

“What kind of dumb question is that?” snarled Kyo in response. But the gesture and question were enough for him to put his head back on Haru’s chest.

“An honest one.” The ox replied staring up at the roof trying to distract his mind from the possibilities of the warm body next to his. Kyo didn’t speak for several minutes though Haru hardly noticed.

Kyo’s mind had been racing when he had realized he was curled against Haru. Forcing the idea into his head that as basic ‘brothers’ there was nothing wrong with how they were laying, he had managed to relax. Hatsuharu had certainly help by starting a conversation, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was naked in bed with another guy.

“I’m okay” he mumbled after a few moments silence, hating the memories of last night as they surfaced. He couldn’t forget the look on Tohru and Shigure’s faces out of his mind. Did they really blame him that much for what had happened? Yes, he supposed they did…

“It wasn’t your fault Kyo.” Again Haru’s breath brushed against his hair, voice filled with concern. Lifting his head he looked into Haru’s black eyes, searching for the spark of doubt that he always found in every body else. That’s how it had always been. People said it wasn’t his fault all his life, but when ever he looked into their eyes he knew that they still blamed him for it all the same. It was part and parcel to being born the cat, it came with the curse.

But when he looked into Haru’s eyes he didn’t see it, there was no shimmer of blame.

The stupid fool honestly believed that it wasn’t Kyo’s fault.

“I bet that’s not what every body else thinks.” He whispered in reply and tried to roll away. Haru held him firmly in place with one arm, Kyo glared at the ox.

“I don’t give a damn what every one else thinks. It wasn’t your fault.” His voice was firm. Anger shot through Kyo as well as hope at being understood.

“What happened inside might not have been, but what happened to you sure as hell was. For gods sake Haru look at yourself. Your face and most of your body is covered in cuts. If it wasn’t for me then it wouldn’t have happened.” He was almost shouting by the time the last words left his mouth.

“That was my choice there fore it is my fault not yours.” The calmness in the ox’s voice pushed him further. He had to find some way to make it his fault had to make that blame reflect in those black eyes. He had to make Haru into every body else so he knew that he was alone. That he was still rejected because he was the cat, still hated because of that damn rat.

“You didn’t have to. If I hadn’t of screwed up then it wouldn’t have mattered and then you wouldn’t be hurt. You can’t just say it’s nothing, not when your elbow is as badly hurt as it is. You can’t tell me that it’s not my fault when I went running off into the rain and you had to come and find me out of your stupid sense of family honour. If it wasn’t for me then you wouldn’t have ended up almost frozen solid because you were too stupid to worry about yourself because of me.” Out of breath and to worn out from the still pouring rain, Kyo fell silent. As the silence stretched out between them, Kyo began to realize the awkward position he was in when Haru spoke.

“I can tell you it’s not your fault Kyo because I know I\'m right. One accident and they left you to run away again while they looked after Tohru. If it’s anyone’s fault its theirs not yours. What happened to me isn’t your fault either nor will I let you take the blame for it. I came looking for you because I was worried about you and I had to make sure you were okay.” Haru paused for a moment looking straight at Kyo.

“I couldn’t leave you out there. They have been willing to but I wasn’t prepared to do that, I couldn’t do that. And it’s not because of some weird sense of loyalty or honour; if it had been any one else I wouldn’t have given a damn. I would have let them run themselves into the ground and left them there. I went to look for you because I wanted to. As a result I got hurt but that was my choice, if I had taken the path then it wouldn’t have happened. It was my choice so I’m to blame for how I was when you saw me last night and how I am today. So you can’t blame yourself.”

Haru fell silent and Kyo stared at him taking in every thing he had been told.
“What the hell is wrong with you! Why would you do something like that? It’s not like you even bloody well c…” the sentence was cut off as Haru swallowed the last word in a kiss.

Haru had acted on impulse, not wanting the last word to leave the cat’s lips. When he had shifted upwards to capture Kyo’s mouth he had been expecting him to pull away. But as he willingly deepened the kiss Haru’s mind began to reel, unable to accept what was happening. When they finally broke for air Haru merely looked at Kyo, the arm still sitting around the cat’s body tightening its hold.

“Yesterday wasn’t your fault, I don’t want to hear you apologise for it.” Kyo looked away for a moment staring at the closed window.

“I don’t want to remember yesterday, make me forget… even if it’s just for awhile, I don’t care. Just let me forget what I am.” When he looked back at Haru there were tears in his eyes. Shifting to one elbow, Haru brushed away the moisture.

“I love you for who you are Kyo… I always have.” was all he said as he pulled Kyo into an even deeper kiss. After all, if Kyo wanted to forget, who was Hatsuharu to deny him that, and why would he want to?

He wasn’t thinking of sex when his hands roamed over smooth skin, caressing each and every plane and crevice. He was definitely not thinking anything untoward when his tongue began to follow the same paths, slowly tracing patterns onto skin he doubted had ever been touched in any way other than fighting. His mind wasn’t entirely on sex as his tongue brushed each dusky nipple, making the cat shiver beneath him and his skin erupt in goose bumps. Flicking his tongue over the bud as Kyo moaned beneath him and tried to thrust against something for friction. His mind was completely on Kyo and what Kyo wanted and needed when he began to prepare him for something larger than fingers; it had nothing to do with sex… honest.

He was enjoying taking his time, loving every second he had to examine, taste and pamper every inch of the cat’s body with tongue and fingers. Loved every moan and sound he wrought from Kyo’s mouth while he worked over the body beneath.

Stroking here, massaging there, sucking this, licking that; it was sending Haru into a frenzy but he couldn’t stop himself from making the most of the situation.

Most importantly he wasn’t even considering sex when he was poised above Kyo looking into very lust darkened eyes. Listening to the sounds of their rugged breathing and their desperate gasps and watching the arching of Kyo’s back as he thrust into the cat for the first time. The sheer tightness surrounding him almost catapulted him to the finish line, but he waited giving them both time to adjust. Once he was sure Kyo was comfortable he pulled out and thrust back in gently, giving Kyo the chance to get used to the feeling.

Mind you, his mind was soon entirely on sex when he pulled out again and Kyo bucked his hips, impaling himself on Haru, making them both cry out. He was completely consumed by the idea of sex when Haru and Kyo both realized the agonising pleasure of violently thrusting into each other.

Kyo’s mind was a fog of pleasure as soon as Haru had begun to ‘explore’ his body. When he had instinctively impaled himself the world was simply obliterated by the sensation of it. Now they were at a murderous pace, if it didn’t feel like he was going to die from sheer pleasure, Kyo was sure he would die from the agony. With each thrust from Haru he bucked up to meet it, using the sheets to help carry his momentum. Gripping the sheets in tight fists with his nails digging into his palm, the fresh pain was all he had to stop himself from crying out with each thrust. The sound of Haru moaning above him and him panting and moaning in turn as their bodies slammed together in a vicious pace was all Kyo could think of. He was sure he was going to die, could feel the urge to die inside him from the lack of friction to his cock. Paralysed as he was by the pleasure he could do noting about it but pray that he lived through this or died right now amazingly happy.

Haru had managed to keep complete control until Kyo had picked the fast and hard pace they were now at, and it was taking everything in him not to simply cum at that exact second. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fight it for too long, and he still had some control, but with Kyo rushing to meet him at each thrust and the feeling that coursed through him each time was worth everything. He didn’t know if he would get another chance after this. He could feel the tension building down his back and starting to spread to his balls, knowing that this couldn’t last much longer. Looking down at Kyo where the cat laid, his hair tragically ruffled, eyes squeezed shut, and body prone beneath him Haru locked the image in his mind forever. Even if it never happened again he would always have the image in his mind and on cold nights it was sure to serve him well.

A moment’s pause in the thrusts gave Kyo a few seconds to catch his breath before he realized what was happening. Haru repositioned himself, shifting Kyo slightly with him and began to thrust again, starting of slowly. Kyo bucked his hips; searching desperately for the faster pace and cried out as his cock found the friction it yearned for. Haru began to pick up the pace little by little as Kyo got the rhythm to rise to each thrust. There was desperation in the way Kyo’s hands clenched and unclenched and how every now and then he would try franticly to quicken the pace. With a slight smile Haru knew what the cat wanted and could feel the same desperate need in his own cock as he still slowly thrust away.

Pulling out almost completely he thrust back into Kyo all at once, burying himself inside the cat. He then picked up the pace where had left off before shifting positions, sweat prickled across his skin.

His mind was completely on sex and nothing else as he came savagely inside Kyo, riding out his pleasure rapidly as Kyo cried out in his own orgasm covering them both. But he would never admit that. With a heavy sigh they collapsed, arms still half supporting his weight over Kyo. Hungrily he stole a kiss, loving the quick puffs of air that tickled his top lip. Gently he pulled out, smiling at Kyo as he gasped, grabbing a corner of the sheet he cleaned up the mess. Shifting over to the other side of the bed he pulled Kyo against him.

And still Haru would swear the whole thing had nothing to do with sex… honestly it was just… a mutual understanding…

A very… mutual… understanding that had ended in sex… but that still wasn’t what it was about… he swore.

How could it have been…Haru wasn’t gay… for that matter neither was Kyo. So sex honestly had nothing to do with it… it all made perfect sense to him…

Curling into each others arms they quickly surrendered to blissful sleep. Even as the first rays of the early morning sun tried desperately to pierce the clouds signalling the new morning.