Take Charge! Roar!

=In the Secret Base=


P.S. I am trying to create a citrus fic for Tohru and each male character of Furuba that take place in each of their most comfortable settings that should be strung together into a continuing storyline, so please look for them as well.
I’ve a feeling that they’ll get a little random, but please bear with me.
P.P.S Randomly enough, this was thought up while I was working at a children’s Christian day camp after having waaaayyy too many cheap-ass lemon cookies.
I think it was the creamy filling that did me in. ;3

Enjoy.

“You should never have left Sohma House,” Akito sneered icily. Once again, the God of the Sohmas had managed to briefly rise above Hatori’s tranquilizer-induced stupor to notice that Yuki was no longer living in Sohma house, but with Shigure and Kyo, and was throwing a particularly hair-raising tantrum about it. This particular tantrum involved beating the snot out of a certain violet-eyed mouse. Yuki, true to his other form, was huddled in a corner, trying not to shake.

Akito lunged, grabbing a fistful of grey hair and throwing its owner to the adjacent wall. A trickle of blood started down from the corner of Yuki’s mouth, the red making a sharp contrast on his unusually pale face. His violet eyes widened as his attacker started for him again. He closed his now one good eye, wishing for the nightmare to end.

“Akito?” Hatori called from the hall, stopping the two in their tracks.

“What is is?!” Akito practically screamed back, still frozen in place, hand raised for another strike.

“Telephone. Something about a place on ‘Jerry Springer’?”

“Oh for the love of...”Akito grumbled, pulling disheveled clothing back into place and stomping out of the room. Yuki managed to get both eyes open, stunned to find the room empty. Knowing that Akito’s phone calls never lasted for long (the God could be a real prick to most folks), Yuki painfully stood and scrambled for the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Lets see… I’ve got milk for Kyo, magazines for Shigure *which I will never admit to reading before purchasing for him* and ingredients for dinner. Anything else?” Tohru wondered aloud as she scanned the list, her cheerful smile permanently fixed to her face. Turning toward the register, a flash of pink caught her eye. She lifted it from its discarded place on a rack and could see that it was a cotton shirt, a pretty chrysanthemum pink with a scooping neckline. Her eyes glittered. “N-No, I couldn’t,” she said to no one in particular, trying her best to put the garment back. The fabric passed form one hand to another, but she just couldn’t put it down. “Aaargh!” she threw it into the cart and made a beeline for checkout. *I always do that!* she scolded herself, *Even if I would love to do something nice for myself, I always feel guilty because I already have so much. Well today’s gonna be different. I’m gonna take charge, nothing can stop me! ROOOAAA-*

“Hey, watch it!” a man snapped, walking straight into her. Funny how he managed to sound so angry, considering it was his iced coffee dribbling down the front of someone else’s shirt.

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry!” Tohru cried, trying to simultaneously apologize and stop the stain from spreading. She bent into a low bow, smashing headfirst into her cart’s child seat. “Owww! Good one Riceball; whatever happened to taking charge?” She grumbled darkly, rubbing her injured forehead as the Staining Man skulked away. Suddenly the memory of Yuki’s hand on her once feverish forehead came to mind. *He’s so sweet* she mused, sopping up her stained shirt *but I wish he’d touch more than just my face sometime* Giant Blush. *Uaaahh! Where did that come from?* “Oh no, I’m starting to sound like Shigure!” she cried, receiving a confused ‘smile-and-nod’ from the cashier. “Well I guess I have to buy something now.”

Arms full of shopping bags, she scurried to the nearest alleyway to change shirts. Using her best and only Yankee skill, she managed to pull the new shirt on over the wet one and wriggle out of it, and pulled the stained shirt out of her collar without loosing too much dignity. Reclaiming her bags, she headed for home, pausing only to twirl in front of a shop window. “Pink is definitely your color,” she giggled at her reflection, finally turning toward, “Uaaaaa! YUKII!!!”

Yuki stumbled; eye swollen, hair askew and holding one arm tightly to his side. He managed to cough out a, “Hello…Miss Honda,” before collapsing of a jumbled mixture of pain and relief. With a soft ‘poof’, he landed in Tohru’s lap as she sat to catch him.

“Oh no! Yuki!” Tohru cried, holding him to her, “I’ve got to get you to Shigure’s,” she said, grabbing his clothes and shoving them into her bags, “Don’t worry Yuki, I’ll keep you safe,” she told the unconscious mouse, bringing him to her face and rubbing his side against her cheek. *He’s so cold! I have to keep him warm! But…* Glancing down and finding both hands occupied, the girl was at a loss. No room on her left, no room on her right…but down the center looked…Second Giant Blush. *Do I dare? Yuki would be warmer, but would he forgive me for it later?* Snort. *There you go again with that indecisiveness again; what were you saying about taking charge?* Her mind needled, *Besides, Ayame was stuffed down there a week ago. How different is this, really?* sigh. “I guess it’s not,” she conceded to the now empty street.

“Okay Yuki, in you go,” Tohru whispered, carefully lifting him into her shirt. Only then did she realize how cold he really was. Her skin goosebumped around his junishii form, her nipples straining against the pretty pink shirt that held them captive. Standing, she again reached for her bags, being careful not to lose Yuki in the process, and set off quickly for home.

“I wonder what happened to him,” Tohru murmured as she stepped off the main road and onto the familiar forest path. “He was supposed to be at Sohma house today… Akito must have found him. Poor Yuki!” I hope he’ll be alright. “We’re almost there, so you rest now, okay?” She hoped no one saw her whispering into her cleavage and acting like all the weirdoes Shigure continued to warn her about.

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Mmmmm, it’s warm. So warm and soft. Smells like strawberries. He was having the most wonderful dream. He lay with Tohru (for she is always simply ‘Tohru’ in his mind) an uncursed man with the woman of his frequent daydreams by his side. They were pressed firmly together, he could feel her heart beating through his furry chest. FURRY CHEST? “Yuki?” Tohru’s voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Uuaah…I-I’m here!” he started, looking around and finding him in the dark, both mentally and physically. *I’m not still dreaming, am I?*

“I’m glad you’re alright. Don’t move, we’re almost home okay?” he could hear her, but where was she?

“Miss Honda? Where are you? And, Where am I?” *Maybe I’m still asleep* he most desperately hoped.

“Ah, well… Remember how I met your brother a week ago, right?” *Ayame’s been mentioned, definitely not one of my dreams. Maybe it’s a nightmare…Focus Yuki, Focus! Ayame; Tohru met Ayame in the woods near the base…

“IN YOUR CLOTHES?!”

‘poof’

Riiiiiiipppp!!

“Waaaaah!” Tohru cried, dropping once again her thoroughly unloved groceries in an attempt to cover her now mangled shirt. Yuki hit the ground with a small thump, pulling his knees to his chin and wrapping his arms around his very suddenly cold body. A thick silence fell for what was only a minute or two, before the duo began again.

“Miss Honda?”

“Yes?” she squeaked.

“Why, if I may ask, are we at the base, and how did I end up stuffed down the front of your shirt?”

“I, um, found you while I was shopping and you transformed and I thought of when I helped Ayame get back to Shigure’s house and you were so cold and I thought you’d be warmer and now we’re almost back and, and…” she stopped, turning a brilliant red. “And now you hate me.” Tears filled her brown eyes as Yuki, at a complete loss for words sat processing. He looked to her with her hands pressed to her face, and quickly stood to reach out to her.
“I don’t hate you,” he said quietly, “In fact, I couldn’t be more relieved that you were the one who found me.” His tone grew warmer, “Think of what would have happened if those fanclub girls had found me! And we’re at the base. You couldn’t have known, but I keep an extra pair of clothes out here for when I need them.” She peeked through her fingers at him, her eyes puffy but no longer streaming.

“B-but your sh-should hate me, for p-putting you in that awkward position.” She sobbed again, scrubbing her eyes with a fist. “I had decided to‘t-take charge’ today; so when I found you, I couldn’t help myself. I did very inexcusable things; I’m so sorry…” She hiccoughed and tried to continue, but a slender finger was pressed to her lips.

“It’s okay Miss Honda. Tohru,” he corrected, “you helped me the best way that you could and took me somewhere safe. Thank you.” He smiled gently and bent to place a quick kiss on her forehead.
“You’re so good to us, And to me,” he continued, holding her forearms gently. “And hey, truths be told; I had wanted to get into your shirt anyway so…” He blushed.

“So I should give you something you want in return Princess Toh-” Tohru lunged, pulling his face towards her and dragging him into a deep, wet kiss. Needing no more incentive than that, Yuki’s hands raced through her dark hair, then traced incoherent patterns on her flat, exposed abs. A moment before their bodies pressed together, they broke their kiss, flushed and panting loudly.

Suddenly realizing just how much of an eyeful Yuki was probably getting, Tohru turned around, gripping her chest and giggling nervously, “Ahem, ah. Take charge! Roar! And such...” But stopping their little moment in the woods was not on Yuki’s mind at the moment.

“Are you hiding from me, princess? I’ve got nothing to hide from you.” He carefully unwrapped her arms from around her very exposed bust and pulled them behind her, placing her palms flat on his now warm flesh. Tohru’s eyes widened, but kept her hands where they were. Then slowly, torturously slowly, her hands started to make their way across his body, pressing her thumbs into the slight curve of his hip bones and feathering her touches down the fronts of his thighs.

A deep groan came from somewhere inside Yuki’s throat, making Tohru’s hands move faster. Her fingers roamed up and down his wiry frame, pausing only at his pelvis, wondering just how far she would ‘take charge’. He noticed her pause, and reached for her hands, slowly leading them down. Timidly she grasped him, a small gasp escaping her lips. Turning back to him, she smiled and murmured, “Now I know what those fan girls are missing.” Yuki chuckled, but quickly stopped when he saw her begin to kneel. He followed her to the ground, kneeling on the cool grass, watching the beautiful girl between his knees.

“You don’t have to Tohru,” he cautioned her, realizing what she intended to do in that position.

“I want to. You wanted to get inside my shirt; but I wanted to get into your pants.” Her pink tongue flicked out to touch his tip. Yuki had to stifle a cry this time, urging the girl to add her lips, then taking him all at once, savoring the taste. Somewhere along the line she added her hand to pump him, all the while working her tongue along every inch of him she could find. Yuki could barely keep himself from bucking his hips into her face and choking her, but managed to form at least one coherent word of caution about his nearing climax.

“T-tohru!” But she paid him no mind and sped up her frantic pace. With a single, light tug of his balls, Yuki shouted an unintelligible phrase and lifted himself off of the forest floor and deep into her throat. When he finally came she lapped up the first, then second mouthful, her smile stretched to its widest point. Yuki fell back onto the ground, ignoring the sticks and stones he lay upon. Only once his world had stopped spinning was he able pull himself up again to place a chaste kiss on his princess’s lips.

“We should be getting back now, Yuki. Shigure’s probably worried that I’m not back yet,” Tohru said only after his second kiss, but had to gasp a second later as Yuki’s kisses quickly trailed down her throat and collar bone, landing finally at the end of one taut nipple. Tohru’s breath came in short bursts as he traveled left to right and back again, one hand massaging, one supporting her at the small of her back. She gave a high shriek as heavy drops of liquid heat escaped her clenched muscles. Slumping foreword, she pressed a sweaty brow to Yuki’s and they stayed there together for several minutes while slowly drifting back to Earth.

“NOW we can go back,” Yuki panted, helping Tohru to her feet and tossing her his shirt before pulling a fresh set of clothes from a bag under a nearby bush.

“Sorry about your other shirt, do you think you can fix it?” Tohru stared at the pink rag that was once her shirt and shook her head.

“No, and it’s unfortunate that I had just bought that today. But it’s okay,” She replied, smiling as always. They walked silently through the woods, coming up to the house just as the light was beginning to fade. Shigure stepped through the front door and had closed it behind himself before he noticed them on the walkway.

“What a coincidence! I was just coming to find you two. What took you so long Tohru? And Yuki, how was Sohma house? I hope Akito didn’t ruff you up too bad…” He paused. Something didn’t look right. He tilted his head to the left, the exclaimed, “Now I’ve got it! Tohru, why are you wearing Yuki’s shirt? You look wonderful in it, but…gasp! I guess Kyo isn’t the sex fiend, Yuki is!”

“I am NOT!” Yuki yelled. But his cry fell on deaf ears as Shigure had launched into a shpeal about love making, protection, and his days as a lustful teenager.

“Oh I’ve just got to tell Aya about this,” Shigure giggled.

“You WOULDN’T!” Yuki gasped.

“Oh but I WOULD!” Shigure pranced back into the house, searching for a phone. Yuki was on his tail, threatening him with pain, blackmail and finally trying to bribe him with as many things as he could think of. Tohru stood outside the door with dirty knees and someone else’s shirt, hands clutching her now warm shopping, with a blank look on her face.

“Oh mom, I can barely believe it. Shigure sure believes it, but I’m gonna have to work on when I ‘take charge’ again. Imagine; Me and Yuki, in the secret base!”