God of my Idolatry

THE GOD OF MY IDOLATRY

(Yaoi, Kyo/Yuki fic...don\'t like it, don\'t read. Fruits Basket isn\'t mine and, chances are, it\'s not yours either, lol.)


A feeling almost deeper than love flooded his entire being. This young man before him was the embodiment of everything he held sacred. The strength and sheer perfection the boy contained inside him was evident through his outer appearance and in all he undertook. And now that boy, in all his beauty and carnal glory, was his.

A small smile of relief, of victory, of contentment crept across Kyo\'s face; he couldn\'t help it. For so long he had competed with him, who was the object of this emotion that bordered on reverence, seeking to surpass him and hopefully abolish that veneration once and for all. If he were to go beyond what he considered perfection,
he figured that he would no longer desire its vessel. For if he could defeat it, it mustn\'t have been so perfect after all, and he would be the new champion, able to overcome his insecurities and to place his own self as the god of his idolatry.

\"But I suppose this is the next best thing...Or maybe even better...\"

Stepping once to approach him, Kyo ran his palm along Yuki\'s jaw line and into his fine, silky gray hair. He could hear the gray-haired boy\'s breathing quicken as he received the touch. Placing his arm around the other\'s slender waist, Kyo pulled the nezumi\'s body to press against his, and felt arms snaking around his neck to bury their hands in his coppery orange hair and massage gently.

\"Does this mean I finally beat you?\" He asked gently, placing his lips to his love\'s ear and breathing into it as he spoke softly, the words barely a whisper.

Yuki\'s wide, violet eyes took on a mischievous gleam as he lowered his head to look into the red-head\'s eyes and replied seductively, \"Maybe...we\'ll just have to see how you do,\" running his right hand down Kyo\'s neck to rest lightly on his flat chest. The latter\'s eyes narrowed and he grinned, as if accepting a challenge to do battle as he had so many times before. Only this time was different...this time, he would win. He would win and grant his restless heart and body peace from the torrent of emotions the feminine mouse caused.

The two boys\' lips approached slowly until finally coming together in one glorious junction, where they slipped their tongues into each other\'s mouths, fighting for control until Yuki, suspecting it would be quite enjoyable either way, conceded and Kyo\'s dominated, running over the soft flesh. Both moaned softly, and Yuki ran his hands down to wrap around Kyo\'s waist. The orange-headed one slipped his tongue down Yuki\'s silken ivory neck to suck enthusiastically at the soft spot between his collarbones. This elicited a pleasured groan that ran slowly through the more delicate boy\'s throat and chest.
Kyo felt the low rumble and knew he had to have more. He would reduce this earthly god to a collection of moans and pleasure, proving once and for all his dominance over the foolish mouse. He could envision the bare, milky skin wet with sweat from their lovemaking, the prostrate chest rising and falling deeply, exhausted from the activities, the honey-like voice admitting his superiority and begging him for more and more, until neither could go any further. The visions only made him more aroused, and soon his member was straining unbearably at the heavy fabric of his olive-colored cargo pants. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.
Turning slowly, lips still caressing Yuki\'s and trailing occasionally to lap at his neck and explore under the cloth of his white dress shirt, Kyo led his companion across the room to lay him softly over the side of the faded blue sheets of his unmade bed. He heard a disappointed sound from the boy under him as he pulled away a bit. The arms that had now found their way up his strong back and once again to his neck loosened slightly to allow him to begin working on the buttons of the light Oxford shirt as its wearer waited impatiently. He was on the last button when Yuki arched his back a little to entice him to hurry. Hands still at the bottom of the shirt, about to pull it off, Kyo lowered his head and spoke quietly, his lips brushing the other\'s as he did so, \"Soon...you will be mine.\" He heard a noise from under him and the feeling of Yuki\'s hardness nst nst his own hips confirmed that the latter relished the prospect.


Parting the sides of the shirt, he lifted Yuki to a sitting position in order to remove the shirt, and tossed it carelessly across the room, much more concerned with the pse ose of ecstasy under him than the precise placement of an article of clothing. Straddling his hips, Kyo laid him back down and pulled the other\'s legs onto the bed with the rest of him, trailing expectant kisses down his chest and making a sound strangely akin to a purr. Yuki placed his hands on the dominant partner\'s hips, just below the hem of his shirt, and slowly worked upward, until the black T-shirt caught under Kyo\'s arms, exposing his glorious tanned stomach and chest, which made a beautifultrastrast to the cream of his own. The tan body sat up and the arms raised above the orange-topped head, permitting the soft white of Yuki\'s own hands to tug the shirt off and throw it with equal disregard to a corner near his own shirt. He ran his hands over the tan body, briefly rubbing the nipples and massaging between the neck and shoulders. He noted that the removal of the shirt had ruffled the dark orange hair, adding a strangely sexy unt untamed attraction to the other\'s appeal.

Kyo let the perfect velvety hands work out the tension in his muscles, groaning when they passed over more sensitive areas of his torso, before placing his own hands over Yuki\'s and pulling them over the other\'s head to pin him to the bed. He released the hands, knowing somehow they would stay of their own accord, and flattened himself against the other boy, both molding their bodies to fit the other\'s. He slid his handder der the barrier Yuki\'s pants created, to feel without sight the soft hips they hid. He felt himself and his partner getting harder, and so he sat up again, fumbling with the button of the pants under him. He gasped lightly when the owner of the pants placed his hands lightly over the ones of the person growing frustrated with the burden and guided them gracefully and gently in unfastening what Kyo had begun to perceive as some mystical and unbreakable seal. The same tender hands reached up to undo Kyo\'s own garment and he could do naught but raise his arms slightly to his sides and watch in anticipation as the olive fabric fell an inch, then was coaxed down over his protruding member by those hands. He manipulated his body and shook his hips to bring the garment down to his feet and then kicked it off to join the rest of the discarded clothing. Kyo then, rather roughly, yanked Yuki\'s navy bottoms down his slim legs and tossed them off the bed.

He lay back down and worked his hands under the white boxer shorts belonging to his love and began to expertly massage the stiff manhood they concealed. This was rewarded with a slightly startled, but loud and pleased, moan from above. Gently pulling the shorts down to reveal the erection, he licked his lips and then its tip as he began to move it in and out of his mouth, making sure to cover every inch of it with his tongue. The moaning continued and Kyo felt the soft hands bury themselves in hisr asr as the body under him firmed and slender hips moved to thrust into his mouth. After two or three thrusts, Kyo pressed his hands against Yuki\'s sides to stop him from bucking too far into his throat, but moved his head faster, sucking harder to compensate for it. He could taste a small amount of fluid trickling from the opening of the manhood in his mouth, and he massaged it with his tongue as hard as he could. Yuki cried out loudly and Kyo felt his mouth fill with a warm, sweet liquid, which he swallowed. Kyo moved his head once more along the member to make sure his prince had finished, then removed his mouth from the length and lapped softly at the tip to get the last of the liquid.

The hands in his hair loosened their grip and rubbed down to his back as he moved up on Yuki\'s body, now harder than ever and ready for the last and most captivating part, by his measure. He pulled off his own black boxers and finished taking off the other\'s, then massaged Yuki\'s thighs lightly, as if in apology for the pain he was about to cause him. \"Ready?\" He asked in a husky and seductive, yet concerned voice.

\"Yeah...\" was the breathy reply. Kyo spread Yuki\'s legs mildly with his palms and positioned his body between them. Deciding it would be best to take it slowly and gently, he pressed one finger into Yuki\'s hole and waited when he heard a pained yelp from the recipient. Allowing time to adjust, he began moving the digit in and out of the hole to loosen it upon receiving the green light, which consisted of nothing more than a simple, \"Okay.\" He added another finger and received another yelp, but he did not stop this time. He moved the fingers faster and slightly harder, causing a myriad of sometimes excited, sometimes alarmed noises to emanate from his partner, until he could stand it no longer.

Pulling his fingers out abruptly, he moved until his large erection was at Yuki\'s entrance and grinned, his eyes meeting those of the one he was about to humble. Eyes so proud and seemingly all knowing, which had filled his every dream and fantasy for so long, would no longer haunt him after tonight. He felt his heart grow lighter and his body grow more anxious with this knowledge and so thrust into Yuki. Another yelp came from above, but Kyo paid no heed. He was only aware of his movement between the \"prince\'s\" legs. He thought through his haze of ecstasy, what would Yuki\'s little fan club girls at school say if they knew about this? Their little idol, that stupid girly boy whom had always managed to beat him at anything they both did, was now being penetrated by his greatest adversary. The cat had finally defeated the rat. oon oon after he began, Yuki\'s pain turto sto sheer pleasure and Kyo heard excited moans coming from under him. As he slammed down harder into the tight space, he felt the other\'s hard shaft along his abdomen and moved his hand to stroke it, knowing he had to work fast as he was close to climaxing. Fondling the tip with one hand and supporting himself with the other, he pressed his lips along the soft satiny neck, sucking as gently as he could with the repeated pounding motion his lower body was making, leaving faint red marks to appear like a necklace. He moved his hand down the boy\'s rock hard shaft and began to pump in time with his thrusts, gradually increasing the pace of both. Yuki writhed below him, ivory skin glistening with the sweat of both him and Kyo; the latter, as his hand moved to the tip of the shaft during his pumping, felt something trickling from it. He was relieved to find that Yuki was as close to orgasm as he was. Kyo felt elegant hands wrap themselves tighter around his neck, and the owner of those hands threw his head back involuntarily, yelling out for the second time that night in pure ecstasy as he released, coating Kyo\'s hand and both their flat, hard abdomens in warm liquid. He increased terocerocity of his thrusts tenfold for a few last slams and then heard two simultaneous cries as he released, filling the beautiful gray-haired boy under him with his seed - the proof that he was the victor in this long-awaited battle: the one who would leave with his head held highest.

Purring contentedly, Kyo somewhat reluctantly removed his now-fading erection from the tight, warm tunnel it was in, and flopped onto the bed next to the heavily breathing angelic anomaly he knew would now be his whenever he needed release from his raging hormones. He, still panting like his partner, rested his head on his arm and absently ran two fingers across the chest before him, now slightly clammy from sweat, immensely proud of himself.

Sighing happily, he rose from the bed and searched for Yuki\'s clothes. When they were found, he tossed them onto the bed. \"Get out.\"

The mouse looked at him, bewildered, for a moment before an expression of hurt crossed the regal features. \"But we just - I thought...\"

\"No,\" he answered simply, not leaving room for argument. Kyo laughed inwardly as Yuki dressed quickly and exited the room hurriedly, blushing the whole time, and without the hurt look leaving his face. \"God, my ass. Ha! If he\'s my heart\'s ideal, then I need some serious help.\" Did the dumb boy actually think he had feelings for him? That what had just occurred was more than just mindless sex? Well, yes, he supposed it was more; but not in the way the nezumi seemed to think.

He chuckled again and placed his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. This was his great victory - he had climbed the highest mountain, conquered the greatest foe, overcome his worst fears. Fears? Fear of what, he pondered apprehensively. Not winning? No, he supposed he had always known the day would come when he would succeed, in one way or another. Rejection...? The thought crossed his mind, but he pushed it away.

\"Why should I care if that damned Yuki wants me or not? All I wanted was to finally beat him - show him once and for all who\'s truly the better artist...perhaps not in the martial sense, but what the heck?\"

He snorted bemusedly and let his briefly troubled mind calm once again. Sure, Yuki had gotten the best of him in numerous battles, but Kyo...Kad wad won the war.


*~A/N: Heh, first lemon fic... tell me what you thought of it; please R (ead) & R (eview)! Constructive criticism is welcome: comments on writing style (though I don\'t know if I really have one), grammar (I have a penchant for run-on sentences, I know), and wver ver else! And seeing as I am one of those rare souls who still realize people have 1st amendment rights, as such I will read and acknowledge inwardly all flames, though I probably won\'t like them. Oh yeah, I don\'t mind occasional praise either, hehe... Arigatou!~* - makai_princess