Tripped Out

Whatever… here’s another… yes, another, chapter for you to
read you little Internet monkeys… R and Ring would be much appreciated, but…
you can simply sit there and scoff at me… it works… it works… *sigh* … I would
like to acknowledge before I begin that Master Rei-Rei to whom I am sun slave
has read this fic and is most pleased… *bow*
…. Hmm… other than that… NaPap, I love you. (platonically) … Glasses,
you kick ass. … A little kiddo on aff named My_Neko_Kyou made my day with her
praise, merci beaucoup to you… And, my three goofy goddesses who will always
laugh at my idiocy you get a standing ovation. … and now that I’ve gone all
sappy… I think we’ll start up this sixth edition of the wacky wacky fiction
world I have molded… riiggghht…

Disclaimed! (like exclaimed! Get it? No? Me neither…) FB is
not for me… (FBI is though heheheeh get it, the I? Yeah?… too many puns, I
know… I think I’ll choke on my own corniness… what a way to die…) I don’t own
Fruit’s Basket. There we go.

Tohru Honda was currently wearing absolutely nothing on a
white platform with Kyo beside her, in a similar situation.

Of course, they were both also wrapped up in steamy green
seaweed to the point they could barely breaand and what little air could reach
their lungs was tainted with salty leaf scent. From neck to toes, not an inch
of their bodies were exposed, making it impossible to move anything.

“This is just what I came to Hawaii for… to be made into a
plant mummy…” Kyo coughed out, glaring at the ceiling. “If we ever get out of
this I’m kicking the guy who put me in this stuff’s ass.”

“It… it isn’t that bad,” Tohru tried to make the best of this
situation while breathing only through her mouth. “If you just close your eyes
it can be relaxing.”

The girl followed her own
advice and let her eyelids slide over, submerging her in darkness and thought.

She really couldn’t think of much, save one thing. Something
had happened earlier that morning that was plastered over the rest of her mind
like a heavy tarp, making any other memories, ideas, or dreams inaccessible.
There was only one way to take it off.

“I need to tell you something, Kyo,” her voice was thin,
almost transparent.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” his concern was a boiling of his
blood to the point that he came across brashly vengeful.

“It… it’s really nothing much…” she didn’t want to bother him
with such a trivial event.

“Would you just tell me?” the edge in his tone declined down
to sympathy.

“Just this morning, Ayame came up to my room to tell me about
the spa reservations and he was so excited…”

“What’d that fairy bitch d you you? I’ll kill him…” he
defended, mistaking the confusion in her voice for fear.

“No he didn’t do anything… he just… he hugged me was all.
But… the funny thing about it was he didn’t transform. He just backed away and
left,” her volume lessened towards the end, as she was pulled deeper into a
perplexing tunnel so deep, she couldn’t see where it lead.

“That… that’s bad Tohru. That’s really bad.”

They had been asked to strip down to nothing and step into a
big tub of light brown mud. The most frightening look spread across Shigure’s
face, like a small child who had just been told he could jump on all the
furniture. His lover, however, seemed to think otherwise.

yes"> “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Shigure assured, his eyes never
leaving the rim of the sunken marble tub.

“For some reason, I have the feeling you are on the verge of
fulfilling a kinky childhood fant…” the silver-haired man was cut short, his
calm interpretation made into a horrified squeal as the novelist broke into a
mad dash and plunged into the pool bottom first, splaying globs of mud everywhere.

He eaughaughaughing madly, spinning around, reveling in the
squishy feeling between his toes. From the shoulders up he looked like a
relative of a swamp monster, not a patch of skin shown white, and his hair was
full of dripping clumps of the stuff.

“You…” Ayame glowered, shaking a fist at the man. As comedic
as he appeared, a splash of mud running down his reddening face, he was one
hundred percent serious. “You got mn men me.”

Shigure almost didn’t notice. He was busy slapping around the
mud, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. His lover was still not amused.

“Um… Shiggy, honey?” the snake chanced, edging a little
closer. “You’re starting to scare me a little bit.”

The man had now stopped moving completely, his eyes glued to
the mud as though in a trance.

“Are you alright?” Ayame ventured farther towards the edge of
the tub.

Not a word was spoken; Shigure simply grabbed his lover’s
ankle and flung him into the pool, clinging to his partially submerged body,
mud oozing up between them.

“I got you there, didn’t I?” he murmured, a sly smile across
his face, his eyes glinting erotically.

The captive was bedraggled beyond belief, his silver-white
hair streaked with brown, his face splotched with thick patches of sludge. The
rest of him was being held under the surface by tight knees around his waist.
Otherwise he would have bolted like lightening.

“Ugh…” a trail of wet brown slid from the down turned cor of of his lips and plopped in to join the rest of the mud. “I feel so dirty.”

“I like to make you feel that way…” Shigure grinned, leaning
his face closer so their noses touched. Suddenly Aya took note of the familiar
hardness pressed right below his hips.

“You’re actually turned on by this?” the snake’s amber eyes
filled with something battling between astonished horrod ind intrigued
amusement.

The dog blushed beneath the layer of mud.

“It… reminds me of my childhood?” he shrugged.

“Your childhood makes you want to fuck me?” Ayame was a
little startled, but felt a strange tug beneath his stomach towards letting
Shigure have his fun.

“Well…it…does actually…” his eyes lost their luster and
became bronzed over with a nostalgic sheen. A brief moment passed before he smiled
again, his expression tender with warmth. He reached up and brushed some grime
off his lover’s cheek with the back of a finger so gently it was as though he
was touching a butterfly wing.

“How?” Ayame was hypnotized; this was such a romantic connection
they were having, if he hadn’t been up to his neck in boiling slime he would
have been in heaven.

“It’s… kind of stupid…”

“Tell me.”

es"> “Well… I guess for the longest time… whenever I thought of
you I pictured you with trails of dirt streaming down your face…”

“Not to break the beautiful energy we’ve suddenly clouded up
between us, but… what the hell are you talking about?” Aya whispered, smiling a
little as he found himself give into that marvelous swirl of love.

“That time in high school when it was raining like eanteant
to drown out the entire city, and we had walk home in it… and you tripped and
fell in the mud…”his lips touched the other man’s when they formed each word.

“And then you tried to help me back up, but only managed to
fall on top of me like the bumbling pervert you are. And… our lips touched… our
first kiss. Before you knew that I really loved you,” a knowing smile went
across his face.

Their lips pressed against each other securing the memory in
each other’s minds by tasting fresh mud on hot moist flesh.

“So how about a nice romp in the mur olr old times sake,
hmm?” a pair of puppy-dog brown eyes implored after the kiss was broken.

Ayame still looked a little skeptical.

“We can shower afterward,” Shigure nuzzled his lover’s neck,
going for a sweet spot beneath his ear.

The snake remained silent, clenching his teeth to prevent
moans from escaping.

“All right. How about if I let you be the one in control?”

Ayame gave a nervous twitch, a snake-like movement, no doubt
about that.

“W-What did you say?” an evil grin demolished his face.

“Well… now I’m not so sure… but I think I just offered to
give up my anal virginity to you… in exchange for the… hot mud sex?” the dog
grinned sheepishly.

“I like mud,” e’s e’s eyes glazed with a new source of joy as
he clenched his fingers around strands of Shigure’s damp hair and pulled
himself out from under the man’s knees, guiding him until they had switched positions.
“It’s a wonderful thing.”

“Can we go for a walk?” the blonde ran her tongue over the
cartilage of Hatori’s ear. “I’d like to get better acquainted.”

For some reason the dragon felt sour bolts rippling in his
stomach. It was like he was sensing danger. The flight attendant was certainly
that. But if that was true, then why did some distant part of him want to see
what would happen if he did go on that walk, if he took the risk and went?

“Please?” she rubbed circles around his temple with her
tongue, generating a fast response.

The moan was a name, but a garbled name that the woman didn’t
seem to catch. “Kana”. Kana did that to him, when he was at the office and
under a lot of stress. Of course, right afterwards, he’d turn into a seahorse,
but that was okay. She was always okay with smalsmall amount of physical
affection that was possible between them. In a way that’s what made it real
love. This wasn’t real love.

This was cheap, just some hormone driven lust fest brought on
by denial. Like a child going mad over candy after not being allowed to have
any his entire life. He had to be stronger than that.

“No,” he said flatly, backing away from the woman. He did it
for true love, for Kana… he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. The pretty
lady’s eyes had filled with tears.

“I… I did something wrong…I know I shouldn’t have… I just
heard that… I’m sorry… I’ll go away, you’ll never see me again,” she bawled
into her hands, so broken, like a beaten animal thrown into a gutter.

He blinked once or twice. This woman was a stranger and a
mystery, especially the part about why he didn’t seem to change forms when
hugging her. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but feel a soft spot in the middle
of his chest for her, even with dire warnings from his subconscious. He knew
she was as alone and messed up as he was. They shared a common loss. Besides,
he didn’t need to stand for love. He had disengaged himself from it a long time
ago.

Arms encircled the sobbing Ritzu and he found himself
pressing his head into Hatori’s chest, crying more, for what he’d done and what
he was still doing to the man.

“I’m sorry,” the older man whispered, ruffling his hair with
the warmth of his breath.

“It’s okay,” Ritzu’s muffled voice responded. “It’s all my
fault anyway.”

Hmmm… okay. That’s chapter six… what do I have to say… hmmm… I dunno…
just that the much anticipated haru/yuki bit is next chapter… and it will be up
soon. I am going to try and write these things more in advance… *sigh* … this
is a tough gig sometimes… a tough gig… I wish you happy fanfic reading, and
many pleasure lemons to you too!

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