Tripped Out

Hmmm… this is still not even close to the end… when will it
end??? … don’t worry… I will finish it, it might just take a little time… more of
my time than of yours I’m afraid… anyhoo, nothing much to talk about… I have
been looking forward to this moment for a long time… the moment Haru and Yuki
have a little something something go down for REAL! (no sweaty boring shit…
this is the real deal, folks…) um… but it still lacks penetration… oh well…
still cute as hell…

Disclaimer: Why bother writing about something already owned
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a beautiful and free thing that has no rules, no restrictions, no anything! It
is the anarchy I dreamed about in my rebellious pre-teen years! And for that
reason, you cannot sue me! I am untouchable!!! *cackle* *cackle*.

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Nothing could hurt him like this. He was floating on a cloud,
high above the earth and no sorrow or hatred could reach up and pull him back
down. Yuki was safe he was home.

Then he opened his eyes. It was pitch dark, only shadows
could be discerned in droves of heavy black. He was lost in a world of
darkness.

“Where am I?” fear
laced his face with hi pit pitches. “What happened, why am I here?”

“Yuki,” Haru’s voice lit a candle in the dark room. “We’re
back in the hotel room. You slept through the entire day, and it’s nearly
midnight now.”

He blinked a few times and sat up, taking note of the covers
around him, the fluffy pillow beneath One One deep breath of stale hotel air
and he was awake again.

“Did you sleep peacefully?” the white-haired boy was just
barely visible from where he lay on the other side of the bed.

“Yes, I did… thank you for… for listening to me about all
that. I know it was strange but… I just couldn’t sleep at all last night,” Yuki
sighed, sincerely grateful for the rest.

“Don’t worry about it. I… I’m always here to listen to you,”
he stammered out, as though he wasn’t sure what he was ready to say.

There was a slow pause in the conversation; the hum of the
air conditioner was all the noise that filled it.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Yuki asked, more out of
politeness than actual concern.

“Nah, I couldn’t sleep. I figured you’d eventually wake up
and… well you hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast so I thought maybe we could
go get dinner or something,” he sat up, scratching his head in a feigned casual
manner. The thought of being in the same bed with Yuki was getting to him to an
almost painful point.

“It’s too late now. I’m not really hungry anyway.”

Another vicious silence ripped a chasm between them.

“Are you… tired still?” Haru made an attempt at conversation.

“No. But you can go to sleep if you want. I’ll be just fine,”
he sounded a little distant.

For some reason a memory shot out at Haru. He recalled the
previous evening when he woke up from the dream and heard Yuki’s breath so
soft, he was sure the other boy was asleep. But, if he had already had the
dream and was just lying there, that could mean one thing.

“Yuki,” Haru slightly whined. He was afraid to ask, but he
had to. “Did you… you said that you couldn’t really sleep last night. You…
didn’t hear anything… that made you uncomfortable, did you?”

The rat smiled in the dark, an unseen expression of his true
feelings.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Oh… I thought I heard something myself, but I must have just
imagined it.”

Good cover.

Yuki stared into the corners of the room, shrouded from sight
as he similarly searched those same spaces of his own mind. He tried to
remember the feeling of the dream, that sick void that left him broken open and
finished, vanquished by some forgotten foe. Shuddering he recalled the
foreboding sense it brought him, as though it would really happen, and he
couldn’t prevent it. All he could do was wait; unaware of the time and place he
would be transformed into a pitiful shell of his true self.

“Yuki, you’re shaking. Are you cold?” Haru’s arm went around
him and Yuki’s reaction was to scoot in closer, until he was being held in warm
security.

“I’m sorry… I just can’t the idea of it out from behind my
heart. It’s a dull aching that won’t go away… and I don’t know if I should let
it. What if I forget about the dream and then something awful happens? Wouldn’t
it be the best to keep letting it torment me in preparation for the fall?”
Yuki’s voice was violently shifting with uncertainty.

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yes"> “You shouldn’t worry. I… I won’t let anything happen.
Nothing’s going to happen…” he raised the boy’s face and stared deep into his
violet eyes as though trying to sooth his soul.

They were so close; their foreheads pressed together, Haru’s
arms locked around the older boy’s waist. Yuki could sense his rapid heartbeat,
fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. Their lips met in the middle, a tenderly
shared kiss.

Haru could still remember the taste of those little lips from
the first and last time he kissed Yuki. But that time it had been one-sided,
and rejection followed shortly. This time, apprehension was slaughtered by the
flick of a moist tongue over the corner of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Yuki moaned and pressed in closer, completely
surrendering himself to the moment, his arms submissively chained around Haru’s
neck, tickling the darker layer of hair beneath the silver.

The ox was shocked at first, to the point that he almost had
a heart attack and came at the same moment. But, once in occurred to him that
Yuki was in fact, kissing him and not turning away, he took full advantage of
the situation.

Playing his arms up and down the rat’s back, Haru slid down
and caressed the notch in the boy’s lower back, sketching swirling patterns
with all his fingers at once. He waited patiently for another moan to escape
before parting Yuki’s lips and exploring the inner reaches of the boy’s mouth.
It tasted better than ouldould ever imagine, and he greedily lapping at the
sides of his cheeks, the rough ridges of the roof, and the gratifying hollow
beneath the tongue that was cotton candy velvety and sweet.

Eventually, Yuki’s tongue joined his, rubbing itself over and
over the slick surface as it continued it’s own workout, only adding to the
pleasure oe exe experience. Haru moaned the boy’s name down his throat,
gripping his body so much closer they could feel each other’s comforting
presence as though it would never leave.

The brief moment had accelerated into a tidal wave of
emotion, and Haru road it for all it was worth, speeding the lashes of his
tongue, dipping his hands in and out of the waistband of Yuki’s boxers. He was
subtle still, taking the time to enjoy the silky hair running down low, silvery
and with the texture of a mouse’s pelt.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips swollen thick when
they broke for air.

Then the kiss resumed, where it had left off, keeping a
steady pace.

Haru’s fingers edged lower,
drinking in the sensations as though it was his life’s blood. They skirted down
past the elastic, lingering lower toward their goal. In one great flash of
radiance, Haru dropped his hand another inch and firmly grasped Yuki’s erection.
The burst of delight astonished them both, and not a breath was drawn for a
good two minutes.

“Ah… Haru…” Yuki’s voice was weighted down by desire. “Haru…”

The boy being beckoned let his fingers slide back and forth,
across the shaft, gasping at the length. It was enough of a stretch to the
imagination that Yuki would get hard for him, let alone full capacity.

“Haru…” God how he loved hearing his name pass those lips, he
could feel it muttered down the back of his throat as they continued making
out, and it gave him chills in the coils of his spine. His hand clasped tighter
and moved more rapidly.

“Stop,” it froze him like a winter blizzard, that one word.
“Stop, Haru.”

The owner of the cold voice didn’t wait for a response from
the ice sculpture it had created. It snapped the hand away and punched up into
Haru’s gut, rolling away unscathed.

Haru tried to melt the shock, cradling his wounded stomach as
he did, tears stinging his eyes from the severe alteration in situations.

“What the hell were you doing?” Yuki’s voice accused from the
other side of the bed where he now sat drawn up tight as though for protection.

“I… I thought you’d like it… you were… you wanted to do it,
didn’t you?” the other boy groaned, trying to hold back the uto ato attack and
rape his love. “I love you Yuki… and for a moment there… I thought maybe you
loved me too.”

“I don’t like boys,” Yuki remained frigid, showing no chance
of ever again becoming that beautiful creature that Haru had just been
pleasuring.

“Well… you certainly dt act act like it…” he tried to pull
himself out of the pit of despair he was being sucked into. “And… you’re still
hard, aren’t you?”

“Is that all you care about? Sex?” it cut through to the
center of the younger boy’s heart.

“No… no, but… but I do want you… like that… I can’t help it…
I just do,” he gave into the tears, the sobs racking his body. It had been too
much like sitting in an oven and then landing in Antarctica. His body had no
time to adjust and reacted in the only way it could.

“I… I’m not like you. I’m not like my brother or Shigure or
Kyo…” Yuki was a little warmer with this comment. He hated seeing Haru so
upset.

“Kyo?” the ox sniffled, his eyes growing wide. “You meyo
yo
likes…”

“Other boys? Yes.”

The words uttered the night before came back to haunt Haru’s
mind, “You want to come, honey?” It made disturbing sense.

“Who?” was the boy’s first reaction.

“Haru?” Yuki whimpered from the dark after a long healing
silence. “I didn’t mean to lead you on and then just shove you away. I
shouldn’t have let any of that happen. I don’t like boys.”

“You don’t, or you won’t?” Haru was forward in his
accusation. One of them had to be.

“I… I can’t…” he whispered, forlorn.

“Do you like me?” it was the greatest risk he had ever taken.
It was almost like jumping into oncoming traffic.

“…Yes.”

“You like me… I l I like you?” a sliver of hope glinted on
the horizon.

“I… I don’t. No, I don’t. You’re a good person, Haru, but I
don’t feel anything for you. I don’t.”

“Your erection would say otherwise.”

“I don’t like you!” he ed aed almost screaming.

“Do you know that for sure?” Haru remained calm.

“No.”

“Can’t you just… find out?”

“I don’t want to know.”

“No one has to know about it Yuki,” Haru pleaded. “We could
just do it once. Just once. There isn’t anything wrong with an experiment. Then
you’d know for sure.”

“I… I don’t know if I could ever… have sex with Har Haru.
But… if you want… I’ll try to… to experiment in other ways. Only in private and
if I don’t like it, then I’ll leave you. I don’t want to break your heart, but
I will leave you if I chose to.”

Limits or no limits, Haru thought he had just had the
greatest moment of his life.

“You mean… you can be my… boyfriend?” he was careful with his
words.

“If you want to think of it that way, yes.”

Haru smiled, chuckling under his breath.

“What’re you laughing aboutuki uki shot, suspiciously.

“I’m going to take a cold shower. You want to go with me?”

“I don’t need one.”

“Then what’s that sticking up under your boxers there,” he
laughed heartily.

“Fine,” Yuki blushed. “We take a quick cold shower.”

“We? Together?”

“Yes. You can look, but don’t touch.”

“Same for you. In f may maybe we should take turns… wouldn’t
seeing each other naked defeat the purpose of a cold shower?” Haru teased.

“You suggested it.”

“Then I guess we’ll go one at a time,” he sighed, standing up
and walking towards the bathroom. Tonight he’d moved his suitcase before he
tucked Yuki into bed.

“No.”

Haru stared back, even in the dim light, Yuki’s cheeks
flushed under the gaze.

“I mean, we shouldn’t waste the water,” Yuki corrected.

“You’re so shy, how precious,” Haru climbed back onto the bed
and pinched the rat’s pink cheeks.

“Ouch… fine, shower alone.”

“I don’t think so…” he smirked sinisterly, and scooped the
boy up, cradling him like a baby in his strong arms.

Yuki made no protest, and the short walk to the bathroom was
done in complete peace. Upon arriving, Haru set the other Sohma onto the tiled
floor, shut the door as warily as he could, and then switched on the lights.

“It’s so bright,” Yuki blinked his eyes at the fluorescent
overhead. In the light, he was very striking. His recent sleep had tussled his
silver-gray hair, giving in a playful demeanor. Most of his skin was exposed,
and it shone pure and inviting over his slim form. Boys shouldn’t have such a
sinful hourglass figure and such deliciously slight thighs. His eyes were round
and deep, his face as delicate as ever. The only article of clothing was his
plain white boxers, which bulged undeniably in the front.

Unable to resist, Haru stole a quick peck on Yuki’s cheek,
right below his eye.

“What was that for?” Yuki folded his arms alarelared to
counter the wide smile and blush of red blood that spread across his face.

“For being so damn adorable.”

The prince rolled his eyes, “Just turn on the cold water,
Haru.”

The boy followed the order and then sat smirking on the edge
of the tub.

“I guess I’d better get this over with,” Yuki sighed and slid
his boxers off. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before. I’ll bet you put me
in these after the sauna, anyway.”

“Actually that was Hatori, but thanks for the strip show
anyway. I’d whistle, but for some reason I can’t stop smiling,” Haru looked
like a child in the window of a candy store, as he sat there, gazing at Yuki’s
naked splendor. “You’re really beautiful.”

“Oh… shut up and move over. I’m getting in the shower,” but
his gratitude gleamed in his tone.

“Sure.”

Haru stood up and leaned against the cabinet as Yuki walked
by, stepping into the tub. The white-haired boy was indulging in his eye-candy;
every inch of pure Yuki was enough to push him over the edge. The rat let the
water skdowndown his creamy skin, forming dozens of dripping rivers and making
him truly shimmer with the wet. His hair went slick, darker in color as he
closed his eyes and spun around in the steady stream, letting the cool
tranquility of it take him into his own little world. It was no surprise when
Haru actually came with a moan loud enough to draw attention.

“Are you…” Yuki looked over with alarm, only to see Haru,
eyes hooded, boxers dampening as he spoke. “Ugh, you’re sick.”

“Sorry…” he chortled, breathily. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Just get in here.”

“What, should you care? You want to see me naked? I
though you didn’t like boys,” Haru teased, but obliged in his own striptease
before he could be sed.

As his boxers hit the floor Yuki’s jaw joined them.

“Shit…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Haru struck a little sassy
pose, one hand on a hip the other ran down a thigh.

“You’re already… even… back up again… and… it’s so…” he
trailed off, gawking until he realized he knew better and had to put it a much
more appropriate way. “You’re certainly well endowed.”

“Thanks,” he giggled, and stepped into the tub beside the
older boy, barely a finger width separating them. “So are you.”

“Great… I’m hard again.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Let’s just focus on the cold water,” Yuki swallowed and
closed his eyes.

The cold pressure rushed over them, calming the two boys’
burning desires as a welcome rain soothes the earth from a consuming forest
fire.

“Do you really trust me enough
to stand blindly with the both of us naked and right next to each other?” Haru
scoffed.

“Are you warning me, informing me there is a reason I
shouldn’t trust you?” Yuki opened one eye, the corners of his mouth twitching
up.

“No, of course not,” Haru looked up at the ceiling, enjoying
there little game.

“Well, I suppot dot doesn’t matter much longer, I’m getting
out,” Yuki sidestepped the younger boy and walked out of the tub, grabbing a
towel from the metal rack and drying his face first.

Haru waited a minute, just to watch his love walk, his bare
back rippling with droplets and his supple little rear was studded with the
little beads as well.

yes"> On instinct, Haru snuck out from under the water and crept up
behind Yuki, crouching low and giving the plump rise of the prince’s bottom a
generous lick dry.

“Haru!” Yuki squeaked, jumping foreword.

The predator stood, savoring the milky taste.

However, the incident went unmentioned after that, mostly
because both parties involved secretly reveled in it. The two Sohmas were quiet
as they dried themselves off, stepped back into the dark room and changed back
into new pairs of boxers. By now Haru was exhausted.

“Are you going to go to sleep?” he yawned, flopping down on
the bed and drawing the covers over himself.

“Yes,” Yuki responded, climbing in beside him.

“Goodnight then,” Haru stole another kiss, this time an
innocent smack on the lips.

Long after the ox’s snores were filling the air, Yuki still
lay, staring at the ceiling, a small secret grin adorning his lips. The
moisture Haru brushed them with was still fresh, still good. It felt right,
even though he knew it wasn’t. Somehow Haru’s loving caresses reminded Yuki of
his dream, the one that had chased away the awful doomed feeling from his
heart.

He rolled over, scooting closer to the slumbering
white-haired boy. Yuki draped an arm over a sideways waist, patting the smooth
flesh of a stiff stomach with a shaking hand. To his astonishment, another hand
seized his and brought it up to kindly damp lips, showering it in kisses until
it ceased trembling.

Then they both fell back asleep.

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*yawn* gee… it’s late… I’m sleepy myself, that’s why it might
end funny… or the bit with Haru going to sleep might seem believable… so, what
do you think? This is the longest fanfic chapter I have ever written… to make
up for the last chapy which was evilly short… so… lessee… I watched the tony
awards with hugh jackman tonight… (gives you time of when I wrote this) and…
WOOT… for his performance… my master rei-rei said she wishes she was the piano…
and she is not alone… good god can that man be a sexy flamer… A DAMN GOOD SEXY
ASS FLAMER… and… that was the last of my energy… congrats to the Australian
kiddo for winning the best actor in a musical award, and voodoo curses on
master rei-rei who gets to go to Australia next week… grrr… there’s too many
sexy aussie’s… lessee… hugh j. … heath ledger… um… god… there’s gotta be one
more… um… (not the crocodile hunter… that makes me want to jump out the window
next to me computer…) oh well, I’ll
think of them in the morning… good-night yaoi lovers! hope you loved the chapy
as much as I did… ah, yuki and haru you are my favorite boy-toys I would make
you fuck all day until you had to invite me to join you… ah, that’s a nice
thought to have when I go to sleep… g’night folks, have fuckalicious dreams of
whoever you desire… and a couple of extra eye-candies too while you’re at it…

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