Limp

Title: Limp
Rated: R to NC-17.
Couple: If you even wanna call it that XD;; Hatori x Akito x Hatori. Or Hakito/Akitori.
Warnings: Profanity, homosexual sex, mind fucking >;9, angst, OOCness, spoilers (er, if you haven\'t seen the show, that is), bashing of ... stuff ... you know, all the typical stuff you would see in Furuba =D;;;
Summary: Akito mind fucks Hatori. Hatori fucks Akito. =D
Note: The title, \"Limp\", comes from the Fiona Apple song by the same name. Also the first set of lyrics are also from the aforementioned song. Lyrics I found at azlyrics.com. More notes will be present at the end of the fic. Some notes I can\'t say here, because then it ruins the, um, er, foreshadowing XD;
Disclaimer: I don\'t own Akito or Hatori or any of the Furuba-ness. ;_; Wah. All copyright their respected owner(s). I just write this pathetic yaoi fanfic. I also do not own the songs I had listed within here. :P

You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds,
Don\'t you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you\'re the one in the way
Of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride.
You feed the beast I have within me
You wave the red flag, baby you make it run run run
Standing on the sidelines, waving and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists
I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try
You\'ll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down
Make me cry; get off now, baby-
It wont be long till you\'ll be
Lying limp in your own hand.

It was a chilly time of the month. The breaches of autumn were licked clean by the frozen white tongue of winter. The last of the brown leaves left, taking flight into a cold Southern wind. Trees were bare, silver in tone, branches knotted, twisted, dead until the green of spring blossomed their cores. Snow touched the ground the other day, melted once it reached the surface. Now over night, the gray clouds like a knitted quilt in the sky released a downpour of ivory snow that swallowed the Earth. It ate at the compound of the main Sohma house, rusting gutters, tickling the houses till the paint cracked, holding everything still in a grasp of ice.

Snow suffocated the waves of sounds; it was quiet. A monotonous hum of cold winds was the only noise present outside today. While the wise stayed inside by a warm fire, the daring braved the cold and played.

Or perhaps so did the mad...

Although all the birds had flocked to warmer climates, a lone white one stayed behind. Truth be told, it was rather fond of one of the Sohma family\'s members. He always thought it of pure irony; a bird could be so intrigued with him, when very few in his life were. The little creature shuddered, cold and hungry, as it curled in its white feathers in a bare tree branch. As always, it would stay and wait for him. Rather snow, storm, summer ... it didn\'t mind, as long as he was with him.

The little bird chirped and perked its little head up. Just on time, the door to the large Sohma house opened and out stepped bare feet hidden beneath a long royal red robe. Akito quietly walked towards the end of the porch, staring out at the whiteness that consumed his home. He rose his head, purple eyes watching as the little bird had left the branch and fluttered tiredly to him.

\"You\'re quite the masochist, you are,\" Akito smiled softly, raising a hand and outstretching a single finger. The bird perched on his finger, then went about cleaning beneath its wings. \"Have you no Albatross to lead you to a more warmer home? No plumed oscine to lead you to paradise?\" he asked, quizzically, interested. The bird merely chirped. Akito\'s grin lowered just slightly. \"I hate people like you. Who play the rebel, disobey your leader, and end up sacrificing your worthless life to something beautiful but deadly, such as the snow,\" he informed, tilting his finger up and down. The bird, caught by surprise, flapped and chirped as it nearly lost balance, little claws gently digging into the pale skin to hold on.

\"Baka no tori...\" Akito chuckled, smoothing a single finger down the feathery back of the little bird. It chirped happily again. Akito looked back to the cold snow, as it began to pour down in little flakes again. \"Tori... Yuki ... everything around me, it reminds me of them,\" he stated in a soft voice, before clutching his fist. The bird squeaked and quickly flew to the air before it could fall off the now curled up finger.

\"I am surrounded by snow ... yet when I touch it, it\'s so cold to my skin. Its beauty attracts me, but when I do anything but look, it only hurts...\" he muttered, squatting down. He lowered a frail hand and softly swished it back and forth in a little mound of snow. He rose his fingers, which tingled, starting to get numb, red in color.

[[\"Yuki-kun wants to move in with me. Out of the Sohma house,\" Shigure informed, sitting before Akito on a tatami mat.

Akito slowly looked back at the inu from o\'re his shoulder. His amethyst eyes were hidden beneath tattered locks of black. \"I wonder. Is it to escape me?\" he asked, amused.

Shigure said nothing.]]

\"I wonder what Hatori is doing...\" Akito mused, standing again and feeling his forehead. He almost felt like laughing; yes, another fever. He was sick yet again! It was almost ridiculous how sick he got. Somedays it wasn\'t so bad. He always got sick when the weather was either extremely cold or extremely hot; it was at its very worst.

However, he wasn\'t just sick by health. He was sickened by many other things as well.

\"I was informed he was coming over to check my cold. I wonder if he\'ll just give me more medication and leave? The least those pills can do is lessen the fever. They don\'t make medicine for the sickness I suffer,\" he said, to no one in particular, as he moved back into his room. The little bird watched him retreat inside, shutting the sliding door. The bird cocked its head to the side, then flew off to find a warm place to stay.

It was loyal to the man, despite the pain he always received. He really was a stupid bird. Baka no tori.
~BR>~~~

Hatori didn\'t like the winter much anymore. He didn\'t know rather to hate it, or to love it. Loving it, because it suited the icy pain that shot through his heart. Hating it, because after winter came, spring was soon to follow...

Naturally, it was his duty to check up on Akito. Make sure his sickness was stabilized and controllable. Lord knows what would happen without some of the medication he gave the young man. As much as Akito sneered down at the drugs, he knew all too well without them, he would probably go into a painful fit. He knew he preferred medication over convulsions and violent attacks on his unstable immune system.

Hatori gathered his things and headed to Akito\'s room. He half-suspected the cursed one to be standing outside in the snow. He was either very brave, very stupid or very crazy. If anything, Akito wasn\'t stupid ... he was testy. He liked jerking at people\'s chains. Chains he so gingerly put on them. If standing outside in the snow barefooted, getting sicker and sicker meant angering the ryuu, he would risk it.

It could be a delicacy he had, the anger of others. Or maybe he did it because he felt as if Hatori deserved to be tormented...

After what he did. A lifetime of punishment, it didn\'t seem good enough. Not in Akito\'s eyes.
And Hatori was no ignorant fool, much to the belief of his family\'s leader. He knew Akito had acted out of jealous rage. He knew Akito had done what he did to her because he couldn\'t get close to anyone. He couldn\'t touch a woman\'s (or a man\'s) flesh unless it was the flesh he shared with the same bloodline. He couldn\'t stand looking into the eyes of a normal person, knowing they bloody well knew about his sickeningly twisted, cursed family.

So ashamed of them, he was. Yet at the same time, Hatori bet he felt ashamed of himself, too...

Softly, the door opened with a sound of a snake brushing across water. He was on his knees, head bowed respectively. He looked up, noticing Akito was not outside. Rather, for a change, he was lounging on his futon bed. Hatori blushed; Akito wasn\'t wearing a thing. Not even that baggy kimono twice his size that either threatened to eat him alive or keep falling off of him.

\"Ready for my examination,\" Akito purred, a smirk brushing across his lips. He pressed his long fingers to his mouth\'s surface; he had let his nails grow long, sharp. Hatori had often told him to cut his nails for hygiene purposes, but Akito didn\'t. All because Hatori wanted him to.

\"Right. How are you feeling today?\" Hatori asked, getting up off his knees and picking up his small black suitcase. He walked into the room, shoes off, and shut the sliding door.

\"The answer remains the same,\" Akito responded, bored.

Hatori just nodded. He walked over to Akito, kneeling beside him and ignoring the nude, exposed body stretched out in front of him as if meat put on display. Akito had this disgustingly pale alabaster tone of skin, but it fit him so well. To see him in any other tone, even fair, wouldn\'t suit him. The amethysts, the ebony ragged hair, his features all clicked together. His ribs slightly pressed against his flesh, and his limbs were as thin as toothpicks, to exaggerate.

There was just a gorgeous demeanor about this man whose aura was as black as night, and whose mind was equally pitch. The slender, long fingers, the dainty feet. Starved, sickly and pathetic looking, he was still attractive. However, his mind was different from his body in only a few ways. Sickly ... starved ... pale ... but strong, not pathetic.

Or could his mind be as weak as his body? There is a difference between rage and the mind. The mind, a body part. Rage, an emotion. He was so full of rage, it swallowed his mind. So maybe he was just as weak in mind, but his emotions conquered everything. Either way, they were all commonly unstable.

Sometimes the weaker, however, can be more powerful than the strong.

Hatori removed the thermometer from his bag, setting it. Akito helpfully opened his mouth and let the thermometer slide in with ease. There was a sensual art to how he did this; slowly leaning inward, pressing the thermometer into his mouth, sliding it slowly beneath his tongue, and closing his lips over it. Like a cat with a bowl of cream. Hatori couldn\'t help but blush slightly. Akito grinned as the thermometer hung from his mouth. It took a moment or two before the thermometer released a couple beeps. Hatori pulled it out and checked the temperature. Ninety-nine degrees. Indeed, he had a fever, but it wasn\'t as bad today.

\"You still have a fever. Not as bad as yesterday\'s, but you should still consider getting more rest than usual,\" Hatori explained, wiping his thermometer clean with a tissue and placing it back in his bag.

Akito\'s grin never left his face. Even when he frowned, there was a grin somewhere. He slid his fingers along Hatori\'s knee, who did everything in his power to pretend not to notice. \"I\'m getting tired of this routine. Variety is the spice of life. Next time you go to take my temperature,\" he paused to lift the corner of his lips higher, \"shove the goddamn thing up my ass.\"

Hatori coughed in his fist, cheeks red. It amused Akito to a soft chuckle. \"You might want to take another one of these on to the two I have you taking,\" Hatori explained, removing a capsule of white pills. As he went to open the top, Akito interrupted him.

Looking off to the side with dead purple, he mused, \"Is this winter okay for you? I mean, ever since she left, you\'ve come to get strange around winter.\"

Hatori said nothing, slowly popping open the lid. Akito looked at him from the corner of his eye, never moving his head. \"Tell me ... you\'re afraid, aren\'t you?\" he asked, two fingers gently scratching Hatori\'s knee sweetly. The top of the pill bottle snapped open. Akito\'s grin turned from amused to thoroughly excited. \"I can smell your fear, you know. It\'s a gift. When my body breaks down, my system becomes more and more sensitive to the human emotion,\" he explained, slowly turning his head to meet the one eye Hatori kept visible. Hatori was silent; he had no idea what to say, if anything.

\"You\'re afraid when winter dies, spring will come. And for a while until winter returns, you\'ll think of her.\" Akito informed, slowly leaning in and looking up at Hatori from below. He ran his pale, long fingers softly along Hatori\'s cheek. \"Are you afraid that the pain that you\'ve frozen your heart in order to forget her will melt when the sun rises, and the melted ice will pour from your eyes as tears? Are you scared that you might recall the love that once was so strong, but now is unrequited?\" he continued to tease, the back of his fingers softly running along the cold skin. \"You\'re freezing, you know.\"

[[\"You\'re so cold. As cold as ice.\"]]

Hatori slowly looked away. Akito blinked than laughed, falling back on his tiny bed. \"Wouldn\'t it be great if you could erase your own memories? Even if you could, I wouldn\'t allow it! It\'d be far too dull not having you remember the past and let mek itk it apart in front of you like some goddamn sadomasochist therapist. However, it might be fun, given you\'d be like a virgin. I could re-corrupt you again, and once I got tired of you, you can be washed again. Again and again and again!\" Akito declared, laughing loudly as he waved his hands in the air.

Hatori clutched his fists over his knees, hands shaking. Yet he said nothing.

Akito crawled up to Hatori and sat himself in his lap. \"What\'s great about you, is unlike everyone else here, you\'re a toy that can be broken and fixed. Over and over and over...\" he murmured, raising his head to whisper this to Hatori\'s lips. Akito shut his eyes, drowning in the tension of a bordering kiss. Lips so close, warm air breathing on cold lips. He opened his slowly again, purple deep, sullen. Hatori\'s one good eye never met his own, the other hidden beneath a curtain of brunet. Akito rose a hand and carefully brushed his bangs away. Hatori slightly twitched; the reaction made Akito laugh but continue to hold up his bangs. To see the eye that was dead, glazed over, rotten and blind.

\"Which eye is this ... the right now? Ah, that makes sense. I took out your right eye. The eye that sees the world through rose tinted glass. The eye that sees no evil. The left is the one that sees all the bad, all the sin. I did you a favor. I took out your idealism and showed you realism. Be thankful for my punishment. You can see the world from my point of view!\" Akito chuckled, gently letting strands of his bangs loose, one by one. Akito pointed to his own eyes. \"You see, I have two left eyes.\"

Akito brushed a hand through his hair, slowly removing it as he let the silky locks run through his fingers. \"Oh, well. You\'re not the selfish type, are you? You\'re not the type who would rather see that woman die than be with anyone else than you. How pathetic. The more room you gave her, the more she was bound to run,\" Akito said, swishing his hand to and fro.

\"Is that how you view relationships, Akito?\" Hatori spoke in a hoarse, quiet voice. He didn\'t care if it was offending or not. Anger was beginning to swell his frozen heart. Melting away the ice; the melting had all ready begun. Tears surfaced to his eyes, even his blind one.

Akito grinned sweetly, eyes narrowed. \"I\'m like any god, Hatori. I take care of my pawns. Didn\'t God get angry when those people made the golden cow idol? Huh. God admits He is a jealous and angry God. As so am I. Even though it amuses me that two of the Seven Deadly Sins are Rage and Envy,\" he laughed, slapping a hand on his lap heartily.

\"So you admit, as a \'god\', you are not perfect...\" Hatori mused, softly.

He was answered with a harsh slap to the face. His head jerked the side, neck slightly cracking. Akito\'s purple eyes were red in flames. \"If God can get away with jealousy and rage, why can\'t I!? If God says He\'s so fucking perfect, even with two sins on His own soul, then I am perfect, too!\" Akito snarled, gritting his teeth. He widened his eyes, barking, \"I AM PERFECT!\"

Hatori slowly looked back at Akito, a few locks hanging over his good eye. \"You left me with the eye that sees only sins, Akito...\" he began, quietly. Akito watched, half-interested, very annoyed. Hatori rose his eye and looked directly in Akito\'s fa\"..\"... Then all I\'m seeing right now is disgusting, rotting sin...\" he informed, politely.

Akito\'s eyes burned a fire similar to hellfire. Akito lunged on Hatori, easily pinning the larger man to the ground by the throat. Hatori winced in pain, the quivering hands squeezing his neck, but thankfully, not too hard.

\"What\'s with this talk, huh!? Since when did you get so bold!? Are the blind the only one\'s who can see true good!? You\'re only blind in one eye, ymbecmbecile! How do you know the difference between good and evil, with one eye open, and one eye closed!? I told you, all you can see is sin! But you--HA! You failed to realize that if all you can see is sin, then how do you know what is good and what\'s not good!? Blind, you would! With a right eye that can see, you would! But only looking through half, you fail to see everything but dirt! I am not dirt! I may be sick, but despite my condition, I am more powerful than anyone you\'ll ever know! The weak may have a deteriorating body, but their mis sis stronger than anyone else\'s! And if all you can see is the outside, how do you know the power of me inside!? I\'LL BE GLAD TO SHOW IT TO YOU!!\"

Akito tightened his hands around Hatori\'s throat. Anger took a hold of his mind, like a leeching draining him of all thoughts of consequences and emotions. He was out to kill, even someone of his own flesh and blood. How dare he say he was a sin! The idiot only saw the outside, not the inside! Shallow, stupid man, like all humans! Never to see the real damage one could do with their mind!

Hatori grasped at his hands, trying to pry them off. Akito\'s mind and emotions were controlling his body. He was right... Akito had a weak body, but when his mind and emotions were in control, he was a worthy opponent. It was very difficult getting him to release his throat. \"You know what I would have liked, Hatori?\" Akito mused loudly, one eyelid twitchinazilazily. Akito bent forward, swooping down to meet Hatori\'s face as he throttled him. \"You tell me she was your spring... I should have had her killed instead! Then I\'d do her a favor!\" he began, before pausing to giggle madly, as if unable to finish a funny joke. His eyes shot open and he looked more demented than the cheshire car as he cackled, \"Then she would have been fertilizer for the precious spring flowers!!\"

Hatori\'s eyes widened in horror at those words, that dreaded, horrible thought. All at once, the ice shattered away by the heat of anger. How dare he ... how could he... Hatori finally ripped Akito\'s hands free off his neck. He yanked the frail creature to his feet by his wrists and tossed him at the nearby wall. Akito hit it by his side, releasing a painful squeak. He slumped down to his knees, holding his bruised shoulder. He looked up at a glaring, slightly shivering Hatori, one of his eyes hidden beneath a veil of messy bangs.

\"Did I say something to hurt you? Little Hatori finally shows he has a spine. Even when I ordered you to delete her memories, you remained apathetic. As if you did not care. Now I see that I was wrong. You really did love that woman. Too bad, though. Like you, you couldn\'t live in the fairy tale forever. So sad it was never a happily ever after,\" Akito mocked sighed with a little tsk.

\"Uru ... urusai...\" Hatori breathed out between gritted teeth.

Akito released a loud, boisterous \'HA.\' \"You\'re only human, Hatori! Albeit a human with an inhuman curse! You have your limits, and finally, I\'ve reached them! It\'s your own fault! Yept ept playing the good guy, by opening your heart to me, in the name of all that was \'logical\' and \'dutiful.\' Well ... it was your own demise...\" Akito began, brushing his bangs behind his ear. He chuckled, \"You left your heart open, I happily ripped it out and spit on it! All because of some stupid woman!\"

\"URUSAI!\" Hatori shouted again, loudly this time, his fists clenching. He tried so hard ... so hard...

Akito crawled on hands and knees over to him. Like spiders, his hands climbed up Hatori\'s legs and gripped the bottom of his shirt. He slowly looked up at Hatori, grinning. \"I told you before, Hatori. You\'re as cold as ice. You are the winter. And as you know...\" Akito paused to giggle, resting his forehead to Hatori\'s stomach. He then laughed out loud quite happily, \"Winter kills the flowers brought by the spring before!\"

Hatori\'s fists stopped quivering. He felt as if he had just been hit in the face. Akito rubbed his cheek against Hatori\'s clothed stomach. \"Did you see the horror in her eyes that day? The way the tears fell? The way she went crazy? The way she got uncomfortable when you touched her after that day? Hatori ... you killed her. A spring flower cannot live in the cold embrace of winter snow. Never. So maybe you never got angry or fought with me after I did what I did ... because you anticipated this, and you knew you would ultimately bring her petals to wilt...\"

[[\"You look sullen, Hatori. Are you thinking about that one girl? Ah. Well, whose fault is that now? Certainly not mine. I helped her, didn\'t I? You were the one who drove her crazy. You lived in a world of fantasies. I showed you reality. You two were living in a fable. Thinking someone like you could be with someone like her. Cursed, frozen. She couldn\'t handle it when she woke up from the dream. I woke her abruptly, I\'ll admit, but she opened her eyes, and she saw the truth. The truth that flowers do not grow in winter.\"]]

Akito blinked as a warm tear fell on his cheek from above. He just smiled and shut his eyes.
\"I wonder...\" he whispered, removing the tear from his cheek. \"I wonder how long it would have taher her to go crazy if she knew you couldn\'t fuck her or touch her without turning into an animal,\" he purred, licking the salty water from his fingers.

And that was the last straw, the last buckle unstrapped, the last tethered chain released. Hatori reached down and grabbed a fistful of Akito\'s hair, pulling him to his feet. Although hissing in pain, a smile was on the demented one\'s face. Hatori pinned Akito to the wall by his arms, snarling angrily in his face, \"Relationships are not based on physical touch only! She... Kana was more than someone who looked to the exterior...!\"

[[\"I see now why you could never hug or embrace me. But that\'s okay. I understand now.\"]]

Akito only grinned, softly. \"And then that\'s when it all fell down hill...\"

He squeaked when Hatori yanked him forward and shoved him back against the wall. \"How can you be so hateful...? How can you hate everyone but yourself!? Why do you feel contempt for everything besides you!? What has caused your heart to turn black...\" he asked, as calmly as possible, as his grasp on Akito tightened.

Akito frowned, eyes narrowed. \"You are blinded, you fool, if you can\'t answer that. If you can\'t ... you baka! Can\'t you see!? We live in a world where humans are a dime a dozen! Everyone is the same, everyone has the same agenda, the same emotions! They won\'t accept those who are different! They don\'t know how! They destroy what they cannot control, and what they cannot understand! We of the Sohma family, cursed under the guise of some stupid astrological charting system! They wouldn\'t understand us, they\'d destroy us! We\'d be destroyed! I would fall with you, because I am bound to this family! I am the one who carries you and the other 11, and that neko, cursed on my back like some fucking Atlas! You\'re stepping on me, so I feel no problem stepping back on you!!\" he exclaimed, ripping one wrist free and using it to slap Hatori.

Hatori slowly looked back at Akito. \"You say... \'they destroy what they cannot control and cannot understand.\' You\'re doing the same thing. When will you stop being so blind and see we\'re all the same! We\'re no different! We may have a curse, but we\'re all humans!\" Hatori explained, his voice bordering angry, however, sympathetic. As if he were speaking to a child.

Akito\'s eyes were round like balls, the white of his eyes swallowing nearly all the purple and black. He burst out laughing a moment later, \"YOU MANIPULATED FOOL!!\"

Hatori frowned and downcasted his eyes. He wouldn\'t get it ... the insanity that the curse bestowed on him would never remove the shadow of hatred from his eyes. \"Akito ... you\'ve gone crazy...\" he whispered, slowly releasing Akito\'s hand.

Akito shoved Hatori in the stomach with all his strength, knocking the ryuu to the ground. Hatori looked up, startled. Akito loomed over him like some sort of evil shadow, teeth gritted, eyes aflame, body quivering as he hyperventilated loudly.

\"I\'ll make you pay!! I\'ll make you pay for thinking you know better than I! Nobody in this family, in this world, knows the truth but I! And I\'ll punish you for thinking otherwise!\" he shouted, saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth with a twinge of scarlet red. Akito reached over and grabbed Hatori\'s small black bag. He picked it up and threw it at the man upon the ground. Hatori shielded himself as the bag hit him in the stomach, his utensils scattering around the room.

\"YURUSANI!!\" Akito screamed, before shoving a bare foot into Hatori\'s chest. Hatori winced in pain, yanking at his ankle. \"You and that woman are both idiot dreamers!! I left your left eye open so you could see the truth! You\'re still blinded by that woman\'s sorrow! By her false theories on love and friendship! On unity, on happiness! What does a weak hearted thing like her know!?\" Akito demanded, breaking into a laugh as he yanked his foot back. He backed away, continuing to cackle, \"Her mind snapped the moment she looked at the world! The moment she looked at the real you: cursed, ugly, hideous, dirty, blinded Hatori!!\"

Akito\'s laughter was cut short when Hatori grabbed him and now pinned him to the floor, holding him down. His eye was full of the same rage in Akito\'s. Akito grinned, breaking into a small sweat. \"That\'s right ... show me your hatred for me. Show me your pain. I want to taste and feel it. Show me the you you hide so well because that woman would have wanted you to be nothing but some godsent angel...\" he muttered softly, his purple eyes dimming from exhaustion. He had overexerted himself too much today.

Yet, he watched in fascination, the color of Hatori\'s visible eye. It was... \"Dark. So dark...\" he purred, tired reflection minimized to fit perfectly in Hatori\'s dark eye. \"Like my own eyes ... we are both people of darkness ... with hearts of ice ... unlike a flower and snow ... darkness and darkness can meld easily, hand in hand. A perfect fit, wouldn\'t you say?\" he chuckled, giving Hatori a quizzical look.

Hatori examined Akito. Right now, they were one in the same. Rage both took over them, and they let the darkness control them. Hatori leaned in and planted his lips on Akito\'s. Akito was shocked for a moment, before he shut his eyes and responded. Hatori forced his tongue into his mouth, exploring the wet cavern, pressing against each tooth, the roof of the mouth, the tongue. Akito moaned against his mouth, unable to keep up with the intense kiss. Truth be told, he was too tired. A look of pleasurable pain crossed his face as his legs quivered with a rush of sensuality. A glistening trail of saliva ran down his chin, as he felt he was being devoured, little by little. It felt so good, but so painful.

Hatori removed the belt from his pants and undid his fly, before running his hand up Akito\'s long, bare leg. Akito twitched and groaned through the kiss as Hatori\'s hands moved down to his inner thigh, brushing against his rock hard penis. Ever so teasingly brushing the tips of his fingers against his arousal, playfully nudging the swollen head for seconds before moving away again. It annoyed Akito, and he knew it. Akito rose his hands and grasped Hatori\'s sides, digging his fingers into his shirt. Hatori rubbed down Akito\'s trembling, tiny stomach, as he wiggled about at the touch.

Hatori removed his wet lips from Akito\'s own a moment later. Akito gasped out and slightly turned on his side, coughing into his hand. It was a long kiss, and he thought he would faint from the lack of air. Hatori grabbed his chin and forced him to look back at him. He shoved two fingers in his mouth, forcing him to suck. Akito winced and did as commanded, sucking heavily on the two fingers. Hatori removed them a minute later, both fingers intensely wet. With his own lick, he lowered his moistened fingers downward. With a little heave, he shoved them up Akito\'s ass, fondling and probing the entrance of his rectum for penetration. Akito yelped and arched his back, before calming down and chewing painfully on his fingers. He wriggled about as Hatori\'s fingers twisted, turned, open and shut inside of him. His legs shivered as he could barely handle both the pain and the wonderful sensation. Once his entrance was wide enough, Hatori finished removing the last articles of his clothing. Akito also noted his own penis was swelled in its arousement.

Hatori lifted Akito\'s legs up and hefted them on his shoulders, getting a nice angle and access to his rear. Akito inhaled, waiting for the moment. He lowered his hands to the wooden floor, fingers slowly clutching into fists. Hatori shifted a bit, getting into position. Once all arrangements were made, Hatori slid his penis in with great force. Akito screamed out in pain and ecstasy, head tilted back. His toes curled as his fingers tore into the ground. Hatori slowly moved in and out in rapid movements, gradually getting faster as time moved on. Akito released tiny moans, arching his back whenever Hatori reached a new speed. Akito\'s teary eyes watched as Hatori leaned downward and grabbed onto his hard arousal.

He squeezed ever so carefully, getting a whimper out of the weaker Sohma. He leaned inward, pressing his lips to the head of the penis before inserting it into his entire mouth. Akito coughed and hissed as Hatori blew him, however with slow, sensual suckles. Unlike his pumping, which was fast, harsh. Sick, weak, and tired, Akito was reaching climax fast. Hatori could taste premature semen protruding from the head of his cock. He quickly removed his mouth from off his dick and let Akito release with an orgasmic cry. Seed spilled all over his chest, and bathed Akito in a soft, liquidy white. Hatori slowly slid out of Akito, who whimpered at the removal. Hatori sat there, staring at Akito. Akito slowly lowered his numb, quivering legs, wincing in pain. He curled up on his side, coughing and panting, his body convulsing with sickness. Hatori ran his hand through the seed on his body, licking it from his fingers. As suspected, it had a bitter taste to it.

\"I haven\'t had my chance yet, you know,\" Hatori informed, pointing at his throbbing cock. He, too, desired release. Akito sat up on his wobbly arms and crawled over to Hatori, leaving a trail of white mess behind. He lowered his head into Hatori\'s car carefully holding his penis. He shut his eyes and sucked gently, trying to meet the same sweet suckles Hatori had given him. Hatori noted he was as meek as a kitten like this. And if he wasn\'t a good man, he would have been tickled pink to torture Akito. He wasn\'t like Akito, though. He wasn\'t out to torture anyone.

[[But aren\'t we all the same...?]]

Hatori winced and groaned, covering his face in his hand. He had told Akito that everyone was the same. But he just admitted he was different from Akito. Could the world and Akito just be entirely different? Or are we all truly the same? All seeking one thing or another, using one emotion stronger over another. Akito abused hate, some others abused love. The desire to hurt was there in everyone, but some people ... controlled it. Some people ... couldn\'t control the desire to hate.

Some people ... are too weak.

Hatori panted, digging his fingers through Akito\'s messy black hair. Akito was strong in some aspects, but in some others, he was very weak. Could control be one? He couldn\'t control his sickness. He couldn\'t control his side of the curse. He couldn\'t control his fate. He couldn\'t control his rage, his hatred, his envy. Could this be the reason why he tried so hard to control others? Because the kami know, he can\'t control himself?

\"Ahn,\" Hatori hissed, biting his bottom lip. Could his anger and fits be a sign of his insecurity? Or was he just jealous of everyone getting the attention he couldn\'t have? With a cry, Hatori came, Akito luckily moving before hand. Akito leaned back in, and like a kitten, he licked the semen from his penis gently. He finished a moment later, sitting up to brush sweat from his eyebrows.

\"I saw everything in you, you know,\" Akito said, smiling, \"and I saw no difference.\"

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\"I don\'t mind if you go blind. You get what you get until you\'re through with mine.\"
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\"... Honda... Tohru ... do you really like that girl?\"

Cleaned and back in their clothes, Hatori stopped reopening the pill bottle. He looked down at Akito, who laid in his bed, swallowed in his giant red robe. \"She\'s not that bad a person, Akito...\" he answered, trying to put it in words Akito would accept.

Akito snorted. \"She bothers me. I don\'t understand her. Everyone says they love her. What\'s to love about her? She\'s just telling people what they want to hear. She\'s just some big comfort pillow. Everyone likes her because she makes them feel better. Ha. From what I hear, she\'s never sad or mad. Sounds superficial to me. Never hating or being sad. She\'s not a human, her.\" Akito grumbled, narrowing his eyes up at the ceiling, a hand on his forehead.

\"Maybe...\" Hatori began, removing two pills from the bottle, \"she has what you would call two right eyes?\"

[[\"If there is someone that hurt someone else, then there is always someone that can help them.\"]]

Akito smirked, amused. \"Hmm. Maybe. But you know what that means?\" he chuckled.

Hatori looked at him, curious.

\"She\'s just a blinded fool.\"

~~

The ice is thin, come on, dive in.
Underneath my lucid skin,
the cold is lost, forgotten.
Hours pass, days pass, time stands still.
Light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart forbidden...
I think you worried for me then.
The subtle ways that I\'d give in but I know
you liked the show.
Tied down to this bed of shame,
you tried to move around the pain, but oh,
your soul is anchored.
I don\'t like your tragic sighs,
as if your god has passed you by, well, hey fool,
that\'s your deception.
Your angels speak with jilted tongues,
the serpent\'s tale has come undone; you have no
strength to squander.
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips.
Offer what you can, I\'ll take all that I can get
Only a fool\'s here to stay
Only a fool\'s here to stay
Only a fool\'s here...

OWARI.

**Notes Cont.**:
--Albatross is a huge ass bird. XD; A plumed oscine is a paradise bird. The paradise bird. So what Akito meant by \"no albatross or plumed oscine to guide you\" etc., he meant, \"no leader to take you to paradise.\"
--Baka no tori. Means, \"stupid bird.\" I was hinting that the bird is like Hatori. Hence TORI. XD; But really, tori (bird) is actually a zodiac signs! =D
--Yeah, I\'m sure they\'re not Christian XD;; but I always compared that part of the Bible to Akito. In the Bible, God does admit He\'s a jealous and angry God when his people betray him. I found that very similar to Akito and wanted to use it. XD I am not religious, I am agnostic, but I can use religious references. So nyah. XD I, too, am amused that God admits to being envious and angry when those are two of the v. v. evil seven deadly sins...
--the whole \'left eye, right eye\' is based on the fact that back in the ye olde days, left was considered evil, and right was considered good. XD;
--Akito refers to himself as Atlas. Atlas was the Greek titan who was punished to carry the whole world on his shoulders, literally.
--The quote, \"I don\'t mind if you go blind. You get what you get till you\'re through with mine,\" is from Godsmack\'s, \"Whatever\"
--The ending lyrics are from Sarah MacLachlan\'s, \"Ice\"
--There were quotes in italics. A couple were made up, some were renditions of what was said in the show (i.e., I don\'t remember exactly what they said, so give me a break XD;), and two are actual accurate quotes that I found on http://fruits.prettysenshi.com/info/.

 

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