[fic] "His Place" (Fruits Basket)
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demeter918Title: "His Place"
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Pairing: Akito/Shigure
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: 21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges of Fruits Basket characters, objects and plots are property and trademarks of Takaya Natsuki and associated parties. The author claims no legal responsibility for problems associated with using this work. The original story, relationships, and characters found within the fic are property of the author Demeter.
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She's crying. Almost weeping, if he wants to be accurate.
Tender, he swirls his tongue around her cheeks, gulps down those tiny droplets of salty-sweet water like ambrosia and nectar after a great drought. His hips thrust and her breath hitches. She won't look at him, but he's alright. He has her where he wants her; body tucked beneath him, legs spread, yukata pushed up to her waist.
Shigure smiles down. "Shh, shh. Don't cry so, Akito."
With a shudder, she closes her eyes. Defeat glitters on her cheeks and he feels the familiar rush of tender sweetness. Only he has the power to do this to her and Shigure bathes in the warm glow.
He's drawing it out for as long as he can, but he can feel the pressure build and it's all too exquisite and painful and fucking like beautiful to stop. He groans, he snaps, he bites, and a spot of crimson blossoms at the hollow of her shoulder. His breath is ragged against her collar and a hand sneaks languid-like to the hot, wet spot between her legs. He feels her shudder against him and his fingers crook into little space between him and the heat.
A sharp breath, her toes curl inward, her body stiffens and jerks as her muscles contract in a glorious orgasm that leaves Akito in tears. Shigure feels the waves around his cock and it undoes him with a whiplash. He thrusts, heedless of anything other than the throbbing desire to release himself inside her, to relieve the pressure, to claim her. She shrieks a little and he wonders whether Kureno has the gumption to bolt inside to shoot him. His fingers press harder into her hips and he knows there will be bruises. He loves her bruises. Maybe he'll have a little taste of them later, all angry redpurpleblue on skin so white he can see little veins peeking out at him over the bony curve of her hip. But wait. Wait. Shigure manages one last hard thrust and he's so deep he bets Akito can taste him come and it's too much, he quivers and white heat flashes over his eyes.
When he comes to a hazy awakening, he's dead weight on her. Shigure can feel her almost struggling to breathe, but there's nothing said about getting off of her and he doesn't offer to move.
But he does anyways. He rolls, keeps an arm firmly attached to her waist and tucks her head under his chin. It's moments like these he savors, they're rich and dark and she feels damp and perfect pressed up against him.
Shigure trails his fingers down her slick back and...
"Go away."
His hand clenches.
"Thanks for the lovely time, Akki."
One smooth move later, he's shrugging on his yukata and belting it close. The door looms in front of him and he doesn't have anything to say. The only sound is the two of them breathing.
But even that is interrupted as the door slides open and Kureno enters with towels, a deep bowl of warm water, and a vaguely apologetic look on his face. He bends down next to the rumpled futon and hesitates only a moment before calling Akito's name softly. There is a wild moment where Shigure thinks about sharp pointy thing going into a pretty dumpling head. Akito stirs to Kureno's voice.
Shigure doesn't stay to watch.
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Author:
demeter918Pairing: Akito/Shigure
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Theme: 21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: All rights and privileges of Fruits Basket characters, objects and plots are property and trademarks of Takaya Natsuki and associated parties. The author claims no legal responsibility for problems associated with using this work. The original story, relationships, and characters found within the fic are property of the author Demeter.
She's crying. Almost weeping, if he wants to be accurate.
Tender, he swirls his tongue around her cheeks, gulps down those tiny droplets of salty-sweet water like ambrosia and nectar after a great drought. His hips thrust and her breath hitches. She won't look at him, but he's alright. He has her where he wants her; body tucked beneath him, legs spread, yukata pushed up to her waist.
Shigure smiles down. "Shh, shh. Don't cry so, Akito."
With a shudder, she closes her eyes. Defeat glitters on her cheeks and he feels the familiar rush of tender sweetness. Only he has the power to do this to her and Shigure bathes in the warm glow.
He's drawing it out for as long as he can, but he can feel the pressure build and it's all too exquisite and painful and fucking like beautiful to stop. He groans, he snaps, he bites, and a spot of crimson blossoms at the hollow of her shoulder. His breath is ragged against her collar and a hand sneaks languid-like to the hot, wet spot between her legs. He feels her shudder against him and his fingers crook into little space between him and the heat.
A sharp breath, her toes curl inward, her body stiffens and jerks as her muscles contract in a glorious orgasm that leaves Akito in tears. Shigure feels the waves around his cock and it undoes him with a whiplash. He thrusts, heedless of anything other than the throbbing desire to release himself inside her, to relieve the pressure, to claim her. She shrieks a little and he wonders whether Kureno has the gumption to bolt inside to shoot him. His fingers press harder into her hips and he knows there will be bruises. He loves her bruises. Maybe he'll have a little taste of them later, all angry redpurpleblue on skin so white he can see little veins peeking out at him over the bony curve of her hip. But wait. Wait. Shigure manages one last hard thrust and he's so deep he bets Akito can taste him come and it's too much, he quivers and white heat flashes over his eyes.
When he comes to a hazy awakening, he's dead weight on her. Shigure can feel her almost struggling to breathe, but there's nothing said about getting off of her and he doesn't offer to move.
But he does anyways. He rolls, keeps an arm firmly attached to her waist and tucks her head under his chin. It's moments like these he savors, they're rich and dark and she feels damp and perfect pressed up against him.
Shigure trails his fingers down her slick back and...
"Go away."
His hand clenches.
"Thanks for the lovely time, Akki."
One smooth move later, he's shrugging on his yukata and belting it close. The door looms in front of him and he doesn't have anything to say. The only sound is the two of them breathing.
But even that is interrupted as the door slides open and Kureno enters with towels, a deep bowl of warm water, and a vaguely apologetic look on his face. He bends down next to the rumpled futon and hesitates only a moment before calling Akito's name softly. There is a wild moment where Shigure thinks about sharp pointy thing going into a pretty dumpling head. Akito stirs to Kureno's voice.
Shigure doesn't stay to watch.
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