Title: Lovely Men’s Romance

Authors: Caer (carefreeREMOVETHIS@tde.com) and Triste (TragedyandComedyREMOVETHIS@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: YukixKyou

Warnings: Yaoi lemon, PWP, cross-dressing

Status: Complete (Part 2)

Disclaimer: They don’t belong to us.

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Kyou's whimpers became more and more urgent as he thrust up into Yuki's hand faster, the only thought crossing his mind now was to find completion and Yuki was only too willing to provide it. His fingers dug deep into Yuki's shoulder and somewhere inside him, he realized that he must be leaving marks on Yuki's delicate skin, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He was too hot, the silk of the uniform clinging to his dampened skin, but he didn't care.

Gasping into Yuki's mouth, he bucked his hips up one last time before his body tensed and released as he spilled his seed all over Yuki's hand, groaning loudly as he came. For a long moment afterward, all he could do was cling to Yuki, his body still shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm. He was still shaky and weak, but nothing in his life had ever felt better. He buried his head in the crook of Yuki's neck and sighed blissfully. "I never would have thought...it could feel this good," he rasped into Yuki's ear.

Yuki had to take a few deep breaths. Watching Kyou come had been the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Suddenly he realized why he stared at Kyou so much. When the cat had clawed at his arms, digging his nails in and crying out, he had almost lost it and come, right there. Now he wanted even more to be inside, to possess that energy completely. He smiled and moved the sweaty red bangs off the still shivering boy's forehead before kissing Kyou's temple and nose, and cheek. "You were amazing Kyou. So kawaii." He kissed Kyou’s lips gently. "Just rest here. I'll be right back."

Yuki got up and went behind the counter, opening up the display case and taking a little tube of lubricant from one of the display boxes. He was actually using this time to calm down a little. He needed to be in control to do this and he wanted the cat badly. He had never wanted to go this far with anyone, but he knew he had to be able to stop if his cousin freaked out or had second thoughts. On the way back, he noticed the red feather duster that had been knocked away in their fight and he grabbed it. He dropped it beside the relaxed neko and slowly began to take off his pants and boxers, choosing to take the first step in becoming a little more exposed as he smiled down at Kyou.

Kyou's eyes blinked open sleepily when Yuki returned and before he could stop it, he felt a lazy smile growing over his face. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled for real and he didn't think he had ever felt this relaxed and content before. He stretched idly and arched his back as he watched Yuki settle down again beside him. His eyes stayed fixed on Yuki's body in fascination as Yuki slowly revealed himself bit by bit to him. Yuki was slender, but Kyou knew from experience that the boy was a lot stronger than he looked.

He let his gaze linger, his eyes raking over Yuki's naked body in wonder. He had never seen another boy like this, naked and aroused before him and for the first time in his life, he finally admitted to himself that Yuki was beautiful. He was completely and utterly gorgeous and Kyou soon found himself wanting to touch and taste that body to see if Yuki was as delicious as he looked.

Yuki was staring back at him expectantly and he felt a blush rising to his cheeks. He must look a complete mess just lying there like that and gawking at Yuki as though he'd never seen a naked person before. "I...I..." Kyou's tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips. "You're really pretty," he mumbled, looking away in embarrassment. "But not princey pretty," he added awkwardly, remembering what Yuki had said to him earlier.

Yuki smiled and shivered a bit as Kyou ran his eyes over his exposed body. He was a little in awe himself at the smile that touched the cat's face. Had he ever smiled before? Yuki couldn't really remember. It made him even more handsome. He looked content and relaxed. He also looked incredibly hot with his silky little dress clinging to his damp thighs and chest.

"It's okay. I don't really mind when you say it." He knelt down now that he was undressed and sat beside Kyou. "I guess...when you say it, I know you must really mean it because you wouldn't say anything nice to me unless you really...never mind." Yuki smiled and lay down beside Kyou, placing a possessive hand on the boy's silk clad waist. He rested on one elbow and leaned over to kiss the boy again and rested his head against Kyou's. "I think you are too. But not princey pretty." He winked, undoing the little silk tie around Kyou's apron at the same time.

Kyou squirmed slightly at the feel of Yuki's hot breath fanning over his neck and he licked his lips, watching as Yuki carefully unfastened the tie, unwrapping him as though he was some sort of present. Kyou snickered under his breath, trying to picture himself leaping out of a box dressed as he was and yelling, 'surprise!' at Yuki. Yuki glanced up at him questioningly, but Kyou just shook his head and smiled.

He pulled Yuki closer and buried his face into his neck, breathing in deeply and inhaling Yuki's scent. He could still smell the faint traces of soap under the light layer of sweat and feeling curious, he flicked his tongue out and lapped at Yuki's bare skin. Finding the taste to his liking, he began applying more enthusiasm to his task, closing his lips on Yuki's soft skin and sucking lightly at first and then harder. When he drew back, he ran the tip of his index finger over the mark he'd left there in fascination.

"Kyou..." Yuki moaned in pleasure as the red-eyed beauty suckled his neck. He grew a little alarmed as the suction increased, but it felt so good, he couldn't stop it. He'd just have to stick to high collars for a while, which was what he usually wore anyway. Instead, he moaned in pleasure and put a hand on Kyou's strong abs to support himself while he let Kyou continue his pleasurable ministrations. He rubbed his swollen erection against the silky cloth of Kyou's waist unconsciously. When Kyou finally stopped, he stared into the fascinated red eyes and smiled.

"You cats always have to mark your territory huh?" Kyou blushed and Yuki laughed and took his hand. "You don't have to stop, Kyou. You feel good." He placed the boy's hand on his own swollen member and rubbed it softly, gasping lightly as the calloused hand brushed the sensitive skin.

Kyou ran his curious fingers over Yuki's heated flesh, glancing up every now and again to watch the mouse's responses. He wasn't really experienced with this at all, but he knew what he liked and he guessed that could be applied to Yuki. He gingerly closed his hand around Yuki's erection and squeezed lightly, earning himself a small groan from the other boy.

Feeling encouraged, Kyou began to slowly move his hand up and down, staring closely at Yuki as his hips began thrusting into his hand. Yuki whimpered when Kyou loosened his grip a little, but Kyou merely shushed him, trailing his fingers up the length of Yuki's cock. He paused when he reached the tip and pressed his thumb against the slit, rubbing against the moisture that was gathered there. "Is this good?" he whispered, looking up into Yuki's face.

Yuki gasped harshly and grabbed Kyou's hand, pushing it away. He didn't miss the disappointed expression as the cat lowered his eyes, thinking he had done something wrong. He could feel his whole body flush with heat as he tried to calm down. This never happened when he was by himself or even with Haru. He never lost control this badly or this fast. He kissed the hand he had grabbed, kissing each finger until Kyou looked at him again.

"It was too good, Kyou." He rolled over onto the other boy, pressing his weight onto the slender body with his own and rubbing his aching flesh against Kyou's hips. He took the redhead in his arms and looked at him seriously.

"I want you, Kyou." He clarified himself when Kyou only expressed confusion. "I want to be inside of you. I want...all of you." He flushed madly and looked away. "I've never wanted that from anyone. I think...when Ayame tried to kiss you, I got so angry because...because I was jealous. I didn't want him to do that to you because I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one to kiss you, to hold you like that." He ducked his head even lower. "I understand if you don't want to, but I won't run away from it." He met the boy's eyes. "I know what I want."

Kyou's eyes were wide with shock as he listened to what Yuki was telling him. Yuki had been...jealous? Kyou had just thought he had just been angry with Ayame or something. So...he was worth getting jealous over? Was he really worth that much? Yuki had said that he knew what he wanted, but Kyou was still a little confused. He knew the basics of heterosexual intercourse, but he was still faintly clueless over how two males could go about doing it.

Yuki obviously knew what it entailed though and not for the first time, Kyou felt vaguely idiotic for being so ignorant of such things. Biting his lip, he raised his hand to Yuki's face, gently tipping his chin so that Yuki would look at him. "I know what I want too," he said softly, so soft that he wasn't sure whether Yuki could hear him or not. "I want you to...to teach me...to...to show me how..."

Yuki felt so happy, happier than he had been in a while, even as his heart went out to the unsure boy. He tried not to tremble as he nodded and smiled, kissing Kyou oh so gently, drawing it out, trying to convey through touch how much this meant to him. He reached behind Kyou's back and began to unzip the silky dress slowly. He pulled Kyou to sit up and undid it the rest of the way. The redhead lifted his hips to allow him to pull it off. Yuki threw it to the side and drank in Kyou's lanky, angular body. He grabbed the feather duster and pushed Kyou down.

"Close your eyes," he commanded gently and began to draw the feathery thing down Kyou's closed eyes, across his chin, down his neck, moving slowly. He continued downward until he reached Kyou's already re-hardening cock and concentrated there. As Kyou started to respond by thrusting his hips up, Yuki grabbed the small tube he had retrieved. He was a little afraid of this part. He had never done it before, so even though he had read and seen enough to know what to do, he was still afraid of messing up. He squeezed some lubricant onto his middle finger and abandoned the feather duster. He knelt in between Kyou's legs and closed his mouth around the head of Kyou's member while rubbing his tight opening gently with the lubricant and then slipping a finger in.

Kyou's back arched when he felt Yuki's lips wrap around the head of his cock and he cried out harshly at the unexpected pleasure. This was even better than when Yuki had used his hand on him and he called out Yuki's name, moved his hands down so that they were pressing against the back of Yuki's head, threading his fingers through the other boy's feathery-fine hair. He was so distracted by the feeling of Yuki's lips on him that he barely noticed Yuki's searching finger at first.

He squirmed slightly when he felt that finger rub against him, but his attention was focused almost completely on Yuki's mouth. Apparently that was what Yuki wanted because the next thing he knew, Yuki's finger was pushing against him, inside of him and he gasped sharply, tightening his fingers in Yuki's hair. His eyes flew open and he stared at the ceiling as he swallowed hard.

The sensation of Yuki's finger inside him felt odd, but not entirely unpleasant and he shivered in response. Yuki's fingers were one thing though...his cock was something completely different. Kyou wondered vaguely if it would hurt, but Yuki was being so careful with him, so gentle so he knew he could keep on trusting the other boy. "Yuki...is this...is there more?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Yuki lifted his head to see that Kyou's eyes were just a little too wide. Without removing his finger, he moved so he could reach up and kiss the boy. He wanted to comfort him, to convince him that he knew what he was doing, but he didn't want to lie. As he pulsed his tongue into Kyou's, he worked his finger in rhythm too, massaging the tight passage. It seemed to relax a little and he pushed his finger in more. It seemed to slide deeper with little problem, making his aching cock jerk with pleasure. He wanted so badly to finish this, but he wanted Kyou to enjoy it too. Finally he faced the cat.

"It's supposed to feel good for us both Kyou, but...I'm sorry. I think it might hurt us both a little bit too at first. I've never done this, but I do know how. I'll try to be careful. I promise. Please trust me. Please." He continued to rub his finger inside the tight passage, fascinated by how silky the boy felt inside. He wanted so badly to be inside Kyou, to see him writhe underneath him. But he waited, expecting Kyou to refuse.

Yuki was staring at him, his expression part hopeful, part fond and part something that Kyou couldn't quite recognize. At least Yuki had been honest with him, and he cared too. It was more than enough. Kyou was quiet for a long moment, his body jerking occasionally in response to Yuki's slowly massaging finger. He had never heard Yuki plead for anything in his life before, but now here he was admitting his need before him. Yuki wanted him. Yuki. Wanted. Him.

That gave him a heady feeling in itself and he felt a tiny smile break out over his lips. He was still a little nervous, but now that he knew that Yuki felt that way too, it made him feel a little better about what they were about to do. "I...I trust you," he said softly. He almost laughed when Yuki sighed in relief and he tilted his hips a little, beckoning for him to continue. When he spoke again, it was with a trace of his old cockiness. "So...show me what you can do."

Yuki smirked, accepting his challenge. He withdrew his finger gently and lifted Kyou's legs, placing his ankles over his shoulders and taking hold of the slim hips. He prayed silently that it wouldn't hurt either of them too much, positioned himself and plunged in, burying himself inside the boy. He shuddered in ecstasy at how incredible it felt. He wanted more, but as he looked down, he saw that Kyou's eyes were shut tight and he whimpered a little, clenching his teeth. Yuki froze, holding very still.

He kissed Kyou's eyes, his nose and lips, and he reached a hand down to gently grab Kyou's cock, which had softened just a little. He stroked it, using all of the skill he could muster, squeezing the head and then drawing a fist up the length. Mimicking what Kyou had done, he pressed his thumb gently against the slit. "I'm sorry. I'll make it better I promise,” he said, regretfully.

Kyou nodded, his eyes still tightly shut as he desperately tried to adjust to having Yuki's length buried inside of him. Yuki had warned him that it might hurt, but he hadn't expected anything like this! It felt as though Yuki was splitting him in two and right now anyway, this experience was more painful than pleasurable for Kyou.

Yuki had promised him it would get better though and he forced his eyes open; gazing up at Yuki who was staring down at him, concern warring with the expression of pure lust on his face. The feeling of Yuki's hand tugging on his cock made him feel a little better and he knew that Yuki was trying to distract him from the pain. Gasping quietly, Kyou clung to Yuki tightly, just trying to get used to all this. "I hear it gets better if you move," he whispered, managing a tiny half-smile for Yuki.

Yuki nodded, feeling a drop of perspiration drip down the side of his head as he pulled out a tiny bit and pushed in again. He continued mainly to pay attention to Kyou though, working his hand gently over the boy's cock. It felt so good to be inside him like this. It felt amazing that two people could be joined this closely. He pressed Kyou's legs so his hips angled up a little more and thrust in again, trying to be gentle.

Kyou cried out when Yuki tilted his hips, angling him so that he slid in deeper with his next penetration, hitting some spot inside of him that made his entire body convulse. His hands clawed wildly at Yuki's back and he moaned, throwing his head back with abandon. What *was* that? Yuki was staring down at him in concern and Kyou just smiled up at him. "Do that again," he whispered, tightening his grip on Yuki as he leaned up to kiss him.

Yuki sighed in relief, as it seemed to have gotten much better for the beautiful neko. He had almost wanted to stop, Kyou had seemed to be in so much pain, but now that lust had returned to his eyes, making the look of pain recede. Yuki smiled and thrust again, trying to keep the same angle as before. When Kyou moaned again, pushing his own hips up in response, Yuki felt his control slipping and he let go of Kyou's cock for a bit, letting his legs go and leaning down to kiss the keening kitty. He thrust his hips gently but faster and gasped into Kyou's mouth as the boy wrapped his legs around Yuki's waist and matched his thrusts.

Kyou let his head fall back and his eyes slip shut as Yuki began speeding up his hips, sometimes hitting the spot that made him arch up against him and cry out sharply. He tightened his legs around Yuki's waist and pushed back against him, meeting Yuki thrust for thrust. When Yuki started to go a little faster, Kyou responded by pushing back against him harder. When Yuki shifted and changed the downward angle of his thrusts slightly, Kyou bucked and shuddered against him, calling out for him loudly.

He dug his nails harder into Yuki's back, scratching at the smooth, soft skin as he grunted and babbled incoherently under Yuki, occasionally managing to gasp out the other's name. Yuki had been right; it *did* feel good. No, it felt more than good...it was wonderful, probably one of the most amazing experiences of Kyou's life. He just hoped that Yuki was getting as much pleasure out of this as he was.

"Oh, Kyou, Oh God, I..." Yuki moaned and braced himself, pounding harder into the nubile boy beneath him. It was everything he had imagined and more. Watching the cat writhe and moan beneath him intensified the pleasure a thousand fold compared to anything he had done before. The tight heat and energy that surrounded his thrusting cock sent tendrils of pleasure singing through every part of him and he was slick with sweat now, his hair clinging to his face, his body sliding easily against Kyou's. He knew it wouldn't be long now and he slowed a little and stared down at Kyou, trying to let every emotion he was feeling shine in his eyes. "You're so amazing, neko." He thrust again, closing his eyes and moaning. "So good."

He reached down again and slipped a sweaty palm around Kyou's hard shaft and pumped enthusiastically, trying to match the speed of his thrusts. It wasn't as easy as all the books made it sound, but he managed. He could feel something inside of him building and he only hoped that Kyou was close too.

Kyou let out a keening wail when Yuki's hand wrapped around his cock again and began pumping hard. He dragged his fingernails hard down Yuki's shoulder blades, probably leaving marks behind. For some reason, the idea of marking Yuki excited him and he leaned up, his mouth latching onto the side of Yuki's neck and he closed his teeth down, biting and sucking frantically. He was panting and whimpering as he arched against Yuki, groaning loudly. Yuki thought he was amazing...Yuki was making him feel so good...

"Oh, God," he moaned, feeling himself tighten even more, the feeling of intense pleasure coiling in his stomach, building and building until he could see his release beckoning to him, could feel it drawing upon him. At that precise moment, Yuki's hand tightened round his shaft, squeezing almost to the point of pain as he thrust into him hard, knocking against his pleasure spot and Kyou lost it. He thrashed wildly beneath Yuki, clawing at him and squeezing his thighs tight around the other boy's waist, screaming out Yuki's name as he felt his hot seed gushing out of him, coating Yuki's hand. "God...Yuki..." he panted, letting his eyes slide shut.

Yuki gasped in pleasure at the sight of the beautifully wild creature beneath him as he rocked and sobbed, coming hard in Yuki's hand. Yuki hadn't even expected it so fast, but the thrashing boy's frenzied actions tightened his loins painfully with his burgeoning pleasure and as Kyou screamed and tightened around his pulsing cock, Yuki lost all thought and buried his head in Kyou's slick shoulder. Pure pain and pleasure erupted into his body like a drug as he climaxed.

He jerked his hips, driving deep one more time and came hard, sobbing against the neko's chest, almost as if he were crying as he released the proof of his orgasm in powerful jets, deep within Kyou's incredible body. He pumped twice more, shouting Kyou's name desperately before he collapsed on top of the still shuddering cat. He actually realized that he was crying with the sheer power of the release.

Shakily, but not puling out, he slid one hand under Kyou's neck and the other under one of his arms, embracing him gently and keeping his face buried against the still panting boy's shoulder even as he tried to calm his own painful breathing.

Kyou's body continued to tremble as he desperately drew in air, trying to slow his breathing down. Yuki was slumped weakly on top of him and Kyou could feel him shaking against him, feel the rapid rise and fall of his shoulders. It took him a few minutes, but finally Kyou's breathing had slowed down to a somewhat more normal rate and he blinked down at Yuki sleepily. Yuki's face was buried against the side of his neck and his shoulders were still shaking. It was then that Kyou became aware of the wetness on his shoulder and he moved a hand under Yuki's chin, lifting him slowly so that he could see his face.

He was startled to say the least when he saw the tears running down his cheek and he gasped in shock. Yuki was still breathing hard and Kyou could have slapped himself. 'His bronchi!' he cursed, holding Yuki tighter. God, how could he have been so stupid? Yuki might be having an attack right now and it would be his entire fault! Kyou shifted until he was in a sitting position, pulling Yuki into his lap and ignoring the stiffness in his own body. He gasped sharply when he saw the bruises and scratch marks on Yuki's body, the ones that he was responsible for. Yuki had been so kind to him, showing him pleasures he had never heard of and all he'd done in return was to hurt him.

"Yuki," he murmured, trying to fight down his panic. "I'm so sorry." Yuki was still crying and he didn't know what to do. He hated it when anybody cried and he hated it even more when he knew that he was the cause of that pain. Yuki must be hurting so badly for him to be crying like that, especially for him to be crying in front of someone else. "Don't cry."

He rocked Yuki in his arms, trying to calm him down. What should he do? His first thought was to call Hatori, but he couldn't do that. If Akito found out what he had done to Yuki, he'd be kicked out of the Souma family forever. No. He’d run away first before they could do that. His panic rising, he nuzzled the side of Yuki's neck, murmuring nonsense words in an attempt to calm him down. "I'm so sorry," he whimpered, biting his lip hard. "Don't hate me. I didn't mean to do it. Please don't die..."

Yuki sobbed and hugged him hard, starting to laugh a little at Kyou's desperate words. He felt so right in Kyou's arms, holding him. He felt his heart clench hard as Kyou began to blame himself and plead fearfully. He shook his head, still trying to calm his

breathing."Stupid neko. I'm not going to die." He coughed a little bit. Okay, so maybe he did overexert himself a little, but damn it, it felt so incredible, it still did...and he was still crying! Why? He pushed that aside though and swallowed hard. He kissed Kyou's neck and pushed away, stifling another cough. "You didn't do anything wrong Kyou. You felt wonderful. I've never...I've never felt anything like it."

The redhead didn't look convinced though as he traced a calloused thumb over various marks where he had clawed Yuki. The mouse stared at them in surprise. They had felt good at the time. He hadn't realized how rough they had been. "Don't worry about that." He coughed again. "I'm the one who hurt you. I'm sorry." He clung to Kyou then and closed his eyes, wanting to hold on to this moment, even as his breathing threatened to become erratic. Tears were still dropping from his eyes and he realized why. He squeezed onto Kyou almost painfully. "I don't want to go back."

Kyou frowned, confused. He didn't want to go back? Go back where? He didn't want to go back home? But they couldn't stay in Ayame's shop forever. He felt Yuki start trembling even harder and he loosened his grip on the other boy. Yuki whimpered, trying to crawl closer to him, but Kyou shook his head, kissing Yuki's hair before turning him in his arms. Scooting backwards a little, Kyou leaned back against one of the shelves and moved Yuki so that he was sitting between his legs, his back pressed against Kyou's chest. Kyou held his hand tightly and began murmuring in Yuki's ear, remembering the time when Hatori had done

this."Just breathe, Yuki," he said softly. "Breathe like me...slowly...in and out." He stroked Yuki's sweaty hair away from his forehead, desperately hoping that Yuki would calm down. If he didn't, then he really *would* have to call someone. It didn't matter if Akito found out. It was better than anything bad happening to Yuki. "Come on, you damn mouse, breathe. It's going to be okay...I think...I hope..."

Yuki swallowed and nodded. He was starting to feel dizzy, which was a sure sign of an impending attack and he listened to Kyou's soothing voice as he felt the calm rise and fall of the cat's chest against his back. He closed his eyes and squeezed Kyou's hand, doing exactly what he was told, trying his damndest to match his own breathing to Kyou's. He forced his pinched lungs to expand at the same pace as the rise behind him and forced his breath out slowly with the fall. He lost control a couple of times but eventually his breathing did calm down and his trembling subsided. He slumped against Kyou's chest weakly and brought the bracelet covered hand to his heart.

"I don't want to go back to what we were. I...I don't want you to hate me again." He sniffed. "Why do you hate me so much? Why...why are we like this? I don't understand. I don't understand what I'm feeling for you now. I feel so strongly though." He brought the hand to his lips. "I don't want to let you go."

Kyou sighed as he wound his free arm around Yuki's waist, letting his hand rest lightly on Yuki's stomach. "I don't...I don't hate you...anymore," he said gruffly, resting his chin on the top of Yuki's head. "Before, you made me angry because...because you had everything that I ever wanted. Everybody loved you and looked up to you and I couldn't understand why everyone thought I was so unlovable. But Tohru...she helped me...she showed me that not everyone hated me, that some people...that *she* liked me. She said she liked me in spite of what I really was and not even my own mother had said that to me before."

Kyou paused and cleared his throat. It was easier for him to keep talking now that he'd started and he knew that Yuki was listening to him intently. He still wasn't sure what he felt for Yuki anymore, but he knew that it wasn't hate. He couldn't explain what it was and he wasn't sure how to deal with it either, but he didn't think it was a bad thing. "And then today, when you said all those things to me...you said I was special...you said I was amazing and I...I don't know."

He raked a hand through his already mussed-up hair in frustration. He'd never been good with words, but he had to get out what he wanted to say. He didn't want Yuki to cry anymore and he didn't know if what he said would make him feel better, but at least he would know.

"I just don't know what to do anymore. Before, everything was so simple, or so I thought. If I defeated you, then everything would fall into place, I would be accepted and everything would be wonderful. But I didn't think...that I hated you all the time. I was jealous, I suppose. You always know exactly what to say and what to do, but I don't. I just mess things up, just like I messed this up. You were being so nice to me and I just made you nearly have a heart attack. I just don't get it...why did you say those things? Why did you make me feel so good about myself? Why can't I understand?"

"Because we're trapped, aren't we?" Yuki said, thinking hard about it. "Supposedly the Souma family was cursed because of its arrogance and it’s still there today, isn't it? We've been conditioned to hate each other from the beginning by that stupid story and by our own family. My mother always told me that you had a bad soul, that you were rotten inside, and you were so hostile toward everyone, that I believed it. As a child, it never occurred to me that you lashed out at people because you were afraid and angry and you blamed it on me, so I hated you for it.

“Then I hated you because you draw people to you so easily. They tease you and hang around you even though you're onry and temperamental. Everyone looks up to me. They adore me. They have Yuki clubs and Yuki pins and Yuki plushies...and yet none of them know me. I put this mask of kindness on because I want them to like me, but it's false. I'm selfish and angry and cold inside. You probably know me better than anyone because you bring out my true anger, my true emotions. Tohru is the only one who's ever done that besides you."

Yuki straightened up and turned, taking Kyou's chin gently and kissing him, pressing their bodies together. "You're not unlovable, Kyou, because I...you deserve love more than anyone and maybe your curse is a blessing...no, it is," he said to Kyou's lowering eyes. "Because anyone knows who you really are and still cares for you are being completely true and honest. So the love is real." He hugged the cat. "I want to keep what we've shared. Maybe we won't be able to stop fighting right away, but I want to try to be friends too." He grinned evilly. "I think we should attempt to put all that energy we put into fighting into something better, don't you?"

Kyou blushed furiously in response to what Yuki had said. His first reaction was to yell at Yuki, but then he remembered everything that Yuki had told him, everything that they'd been through today and he felt his rage and embarrassment cool down. "You know...I'm sure Tohru always imagined the two of us being like this," he said hesitantly, tightening his hold on Yuki. "Only without the being naked and sticky part." He felt himself blushing again, but he didn't look away.

"I...I want to be your friend too, but I can't guarantee that I'll be any good at it," he said warningly. "I might still yell at you and want to hit you, but at least I won't hate you." He paused, lightly rubbing his finger over one of the many marks on Yuki's shoulder. "I don't care about your stupid fan club either because I have the *real* Yuki and if anyone else tries to touch you like this, I'll claw their eyes out," he added, scowling fiercely.

Yuki chuckled. "Don't make that too public or you'll have a host of girls clawing your eyes out...and I like your eyes.” The boy smiled. "I also like you naked and sticky." He took a deep breath at the images that brought back. "I also think we should get dressed, or I'll want you there again. Besides, I'm tired. Ayame will be back eventually and we still have homework to do...and I could really use a nap," he admitted, exhausted.

Kyou nodded, disentangling himself from Yuki and moving him gently so that he was resting against the shelf. "Wait here while I go fetch our clothes," he said, getting to his feet and stretching. He sighed in satisfaction as he heard his bones crack and made his way over where they had left their clothes, bending down to pick up the discarded articles.

He still felt slightly sore in places, but apart from that, he wasn't tired at all. In fact, he felt good about himself, he felt truly alive. He picked up Yuki's clothes and draped them over his arm, making a face at the maid's uniform. Well, maybe it wasn't *that* bad. After all, it had helped him and Yuki grow closer...damned if he'd wear it back home though. He'd have to go and get his usual outfit from where he'd left it in the changing room. He was just about to walk back over to Yuki however when he heard a sudden banging sound on the window.

"Now that you lovely boys are finished with your business, would you kindly let me in?" Ayame tried his best to peer round one of the store posters that hung in the window. "I appear to have forgotten my keys and locked myself out. You're looking wonderful by the way!"

Kyou squawked in surprise, grabbing Yuki and the rest of his clothes and hauling him into the changing room, pulling the curtain shut behind him. "Hurry up and get dressed," he said, scowling. "Before your idiot brother tries to molests me again."

Yuki smiled beautifully as he grabbed his shirt and began dressing. "No way I'd let that happen. Molesting you is my job now.” He winked, and then sighed. "Haru will be disappointed, I suppose. He'll want to play with you too if he finds out." Yuki grinned, pulling on his pants and smirking at the blush that tinged Kyou's cheeks.

"Why must this family be so full of perverts?!" Kyou hissed, hurriedly stepping into his cargo pants and yanking them up. "If he even tries to get *near* me again, I'll smash his head through a brick wall. No, I'll feed him leeks until he dies! And then I'll drown him." Kyou ignored the sound of Yuki's laughter as he pulled his tee shirt over his head, peering into the mirror behind them and patting down his messy hair, trying to make himself look as though they just hadn't spent the last God only knew how long having sex. On the shop floor no less. Kyou felt his blush deepen even further. Stupid Ayame. He'd probably been sitting there with his take-out noodles, watching the entire show. "Are you ready?" he asked

Yuki.Yuki straightened and smoothed down his hair as well. "Yes," he replied. "Let's sneak out the back door. If we let Ayame in, we'll never get home and I really need some sleep before we hit the books." He grabbed his backpack, which Kyou had also grabbed on the way back, thankfully and slid it back on his shoulders, turning and walking out. They exited onto the alleyway and Yuki turned to the cat one more time. "Kyou...do you want to nap with me?"

Kyou stopped walking abruptly and he stared at Yuki with wide eyes. Yuki was gazing back at him and looking a little uncertain and Kyou fought hard to keep the smile off his face. "I'm not sleepy," he announced. Yuki's face fell and he hurried on with the rest of his sentence. "But you can nap with me in my room if you'd like," he added hastily. "I have the bigger bed after all. You don't have to if you don't want to though." He turned, not waiting to hear Yuki's answer, but he held his hand out awkwardly, waiting for Yuki to take it.

Yuki smiled a little and slipped his hand into Kyou's outstretched fingers and squeezed tightly. He didn't care if Kyou didn't sleep, but he wanted to hold the boy in his arms again, needing the closeness.

"Oooooh, that's so cute! My brother is in loooooove, and I, Ayame am the most masterful seamster! Only I can make clothes to weave magic spells of..."

Yuki took off, grasping Kyou's hand and dragging him behind. "Run, neko! Or he'll never shut up!"

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