written 03-Aug-2004
archived 24-Sept-2004
Title: The Secret Life of the Rat
Author: datenshiblue, a.k.a. bonne
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: mebbe
Warnings: darkish. some not exactly non-consentual but call it borderline. rough sex basically.
Description: Yuki has a secret and Kyo finds out.
This is somewhat... rougher than things I tend to write, it's not a genki fic, so be warned.
The Secret Life of the Rat
Everything about school drove Kyo crazy. The teachers, the classes, the bells, the rooms full of students - half of them girls! - the smell of chalk and markers, the crappy food, the interminable, endless minutes and hours that made up the days.
The thing that drove him the most crazy was having to be in the same room nearly all the time with his perfect cousin. Well, be in the same room and not be able to have any satisfying fights with him. Fighting at school would get you suspended and getting suspended would result in other less pleasant punishments. The shadow of a room with bars for windows and a locked door waited always.
He endured as best he could.
Sometimes it wasn't totally awful. Occasionally a lesson would be interesting for five minutes, or he'd forget some of his miseries in a good antagonistic argument with the Yankee. And sometimes Yuki left the room. He was always going out with special permission for this or that. As student council president and the best student in class, nobody watched *him* like a hawk to see if he were slacking.
And he often disappeared for the whole lunch period.
Kyo never bothered to wonder where he went. It wasn't as if he *cared* what the Rat was doing, but on the other hand, he couldn't completely stifle his natural curiosity even when it came to Yuki.
Kyo often spent his lunch periods on the roof. It was quiet, usually no one bothered him, and he could nap in the sun and forget where he was for a while.
Unless it was raining. Which it was today. It made him sluggish and unresponsive, and without the roof to escape to, he would have to sit there and be pestered by the Yankee or some other lamewit.
It was too much to deal with. He wondered if the gym was being used that period, and upon seeing Arisa headed his way, he slipped out to check on it.
For a wonder, no one was using the gym. It wasn't as good as the roof, but climbing up the tall bleachers, he could lay down flat on the next to last one and pretty much not be seen by anyone coming in.
With a sigh, he stretched out and closed his eyes.
It was substitute bliss until voices woke him. Great, a class coming in? Some kids using the gym for impromptu practice or something?
Opening an eye, he peered down, the way the large space echoed making it hard to judge just from the sound how many intruders where encroaching.
A group of four boys stood on the gym floor below, about ten feet inside the door as if they'd just come in, loosely encircling a fifth boy.
Kyo didn't recognize the others immediately but the boy in the middle he would not have failed to recognize anywhere. Yuki.
Something about the way the other four stood around the Rat sent a faint prickle of unease up Kyo's back.
Ridiculous. The Rat could take care of himself. If he could kick Kyo's ass, and he could, he could certainly deal with some school kids who hadn't had the benefit of Kazuma-shishou's training.
Nevertheless there was something in the postures of all five boys that made him uncomfortable. The echo distorted their words but if he concentrated he could pick out most of it.
"...too busy to play these days, hm, Prince? Spending all your time with Honda-kun..."
"Leave Tohru-san out of this."
"S'okay, you can make it up to us..."
"Yeah... make it up to us, Prince..."
"..not the best time..."
"Oh you can take time for us. You've taken time for us before... one at a time, and all together..."
There was some laughter at that and the sound of it made the hair on the back of Kyo's neck rise.
Disbelievingly, he watched the four boys close in on his cousin, expecting every moment to see one or more of them go flying across the room.
But Yuki didn't seem to be resisting.
Frozen into stillness on the high bleacher, Kyo watched, half expecting the boys to punch Yuki or something. In spite of what he'd listened to, he still was shocked when the one standing in front of Yuki kissed the Rat.
Yuki did try to turn his face away, but not very hard. He did seem to try and push out of the circle but all four of the boys laid hands on him and stopped him and aside from pulling at their hands a little, he didn't retaliate.
They seemed to like the little resistances. It gave the boys a chance to be rougher, to say tough things. But the words barely made any impression on Kyo, he was staring stunned, as the taller of the group kissed Yuki while another boy held his head still, from the hollowing of the cheeks obviously shoving as much of his tongue in Yuki's mouth as would go.
Yuki made a few soft, muffled sounds of resistance and jerked a little as one of the other boys grabbed Yuki's rear and a different one began pulling at his tie.
Kyo felt a wave of nausea and closed his eyes, but he couldn't close his ears and the idea of being discovered was something he didn't think he could stand.
"Get a mat!"
That compelled him to look.
They'd stripped his cousin down to skin and tossed the garments carelessly on the gym floor. A couple of the boys had pulled out or unbuttoned their shirts but mostly they were clothed while Yuki's white skin almost glowed in the middle of the group. A gym mat was being pulled over from the stack against the wall. Once again Yuki seemed to try to pull away, but two of the boys held him, one of them from behind, hand around his chest, fingers plucking at Yuki's rose-colored nipples. A different boy was kissing him, one hand fisted in Yuki's soft grey hair.
Another wave of sensation hit Kyo at the sight, but it wasn't nausea. Blood rushed to his lap in a painful ache. What he was looking at was turning him on.
That made him sick, at least he wanted to be sick. But instead of sick, he felt hot. It was gross, disgusting, he was angry... angry with Yuki. Why the hell hadn't the Rat beaten up these boys before it got this far? Why was he just taking it?
Then the boy who had drug over the folded mat arrived at the location of the rest and opened it out flat.
"You know what to do," the boy Kyo was starting to think of as the leader said hoarsely.
"What?" That tone of arrogance was the Yuki Kyo knew so well, in spite of standing there, naked in the midst of four obviously horny teenaged boys.
The sound of the slap was as clear as a bell through the huge space. It rocked Yuki's head back and left an ugly red mark.
Kyo's nostrils dilated. He didn't realize his hands had closed into fists.
No one hit the Rat... except him.
He had a wild impulse to jump down and attack the boys, but something kept him where he was.
He did bite through his lower lip however when the four boys pushed Yuki down onto his hands and knees.
And the really sick thing was, the Rat hardly resisted. He seemed to know what was going to happen. He seemed to accept it.
The taller boy reached down and opened his pants and took out his already erect dick. He stroked it a couple of times and then moved up on Yuki, pushing it at his face.
One of the other boys knelt behind Yuki, his pants also open, and began rubbing himself against Yuki's ass, one hand reaching around to capture Yuki's cock, stroking it roughly.
When his cousin opened his mouth, Kyo's nails broke the skin of his palms.
Watching that stiff cock pass between Yuki's lips, filling his mouth, caused an angry thrill the like of which Kyo had almost never known to course through his body. Had he begun to change into his real form at that moment, he would not have been surprised, but he didn't, and the ache in his pants was unbearable. Part of him wanted to run, no matter if anyone saw him or not, but he realized that if he did manage to escape, he'd have unzipped his own pants, just as he was doing now. He'd have wrapped his hand around his own throbbing, aching erection, just as he was doing now. And he would have pumped his hand around the thing as hard and fast as he could.
That he did not do, now. His grip was tight, and his hand moved, but he was not far away, he was right there, and his eyes were pinned to what was happening below.
He watched as the leader grabbed Yuki's head in his hands and pumped his dick into Yuki's pretty mouth, a mouth that stretched wide as if Yuki knew exactly what he was doing. The leader rocked his hips, exclaiming about how good it felt, how hot the Prince's mouth was, how moist, and how good he sucked.
Kyo's hand pumped a little harder, but kept pace with the action on the floor below.
The other boys were not idle. All of them had their pants open now, some of them watching and touching themselves like Kyo was doing. The one behind Yuki kept rubbing against his ass and the sight of it was obscene. The kid's dick riding along the cleft of Yuki's rear, engorged red-purple against creamy white.
There must have been a pecking order, though, for the boy never tried to put his dick in that opening that was blocked from Kyo's view but so very close.
The rough talk got hoarser. The lead boy pulled away from Yuki's mouth, his dick glistening with saliva and still very erect. He moved away and another boy took his place.
The leader didn't go far however. He moved around the group and growled something at the boy who knelt behind Yuki.
With a somewhat whiny protest, the boy backed away.
Yuki, his mouth full of another cock, made a muffled sound and tried to move away, perhaps to get to his feet, but they were ready for that. Two of the others moved in and held him.
The leader laughed and knelt behind Yuki and from the way his hands closed over Yuki's ass, fingers sinking into the flesh, it was obvious he wasn't going to waste his time rubbing along the cleft.
A wave of rage washed through Kyo and settled at the base of his cock.
Images of smashing the leader-kid with misshapen paws flashed through his mind.
Images of taking his place...
Kyo squeezed his own cock tightly as he watched the kid pull Yuki's buttcheeks apart and probe between them. From the muffled sounds to Yuki's hands digging into the mat below, Kyo could almost feel when Yuki's anus clenched tight, and then was forced open, with only the saliva from his own mouth to ease the passage.
The rest was a blur. Kyo's teeth clenched as his hand pumped his own cock, savagely, in time with the thrusting of the leader into his cousin's ass. It didn't take long, the kid wasn't a stayer. His hips moved faster, the motion became jerky, and then he shot his load into Yuki's tight ass.
At nearly the same moment, another boy was giving the Prince a throat full of cum.
Yuki choked, his body shuddered, and he panted when the shrinking dick was pulled from his mouth. He only had a few moments to recover before another prick was shoved into his face, and another pair of sweaty hands closed over his ass.
Kyo took longer, the rage surging in him, his hand pulling up and coming down fiercely, but somehow even when he felt himself near the edge, he slowed until he could resume. Until he'd seen his cousin take two boys in the ass and two in his mouth.
It should have been over then but the leader wasn't quite done. He pushed Yuki over onto his back and straddled him, and then proceeded to masturbate the victim, in spite of Yuki's renewed protests. The protests turned into whines, then to whimpers and lastly to moans as Yuki arched under his captor and released his own seed, falling back spent and exhausted.
The floorshow received sporadic applause from the audience.
The four boys refastened their clothes, blew Yuki a few mocking kisses, and sauntered out of the gym, looking incredibly satisfied and smug.
Lying on the mat, Yuki drew his arm across his eyes, hiding his expression.
He did not hear the Cat land softly on the polished gym floor.
Kyo's throat was too tight to speak or even growl. He paced gracefully towards the figure lying on the cum-smeared mat. He hadn't bothered to put his dick away, one hand was still curled around it, and it was erect and it throbbed. It ached.
There before him was his cousin. His rival. The Prince, the perfect student, the most beautiful Sohma, according to some, the boy who could kick his ass every single time they fought.
His white body was beautiful, and it was used. It looked gorgeous, and it looked dirty. There were a few red marks from too-eager hands and mouths, fingernails, nipping teeth. His face was half hidden by that upflung arm but Kyo could distinctly see a smear of cum on his cheek by the left side of his mouth. His legs were bent at the knees and folded together demurely but the mat beside them was smeared with what had leaked out of his body. His stomach was smeared with his own.
Finally, sensing something way too late, Yuki's arm moved and his eyes opened.
And Kyo saw, for the first time, the expressions he had wanted to see for so many years.
Shock... then fear.
He also saw Yuki taking in knowledge and working to pull a few shreds of his dignity together. Dignity that he had, as far as Kyo could tell, willingly abandoned with the four boys. Dignity that Kyo had never seen him without until now.
Yuki's eyes fell from Kyo's face to the fingers encircling Kyo's erect cock. His eyes darted back up and then fell immediately.
Kyo couldn't have spoken if he'd known what to say. He wanted to pull Yuki up, slap him a few times and scream, 'HOW COULD YOU DO THIS??!!'
He wanted to pounce on Yuki's chest and shove his cock into that obviously experienced mouth and fuck Yuki's lips until he came.
All he could do was stare, as his hand moved of its own accord, stroking him, giving him little spurts of pleasure and keeping him hard. As if the sight of his cousin wouldn't have done that alone.
Yuki looked as if he wanted to look away, but he clearly couldn't. His eyes followed the movement.
He licked his lips.
Kyo wanted to slap him so hard...
Yuki looked up again, and then away again. He seemed not to know what to do.
Then, still looking away, he parted his knees a little.
Swallowed, and parted them a little more.
A sound like a part growl and part squall finally made it out of Kyo's throat. He pounced on Yuki like... well like a Cat on a Rat. Pushed Yuki's thighs apart and knelt between them. He reached out, finally loosening his grip on his own cock, and grabbed Yuki by the throat, pulling him up while choking off half his air supply. As Yuki grabbed for Kyo's hand, Kyo shook Yuki by the throat.
"How... could... you..."
It was all he was able to get out. He released Yuki's throat, leaving his cousin to fall back, gasping. Then he pushed Yuki's thighs apart wider and lifted them up, exposing the puckered opening below, which was red and irritated, and leaking a little white fluid.
Some part of Kyo noticed that Yuki's cock had become almost instantly erect.
Without another thought, he guided his own aching dick to the target and pushed. He expected more resistance but after barely a second the ring of muscle yielded and allowed him inside. However if he'd thought being the third person to take Yuki in such a short time would mean his cousin was going to be anything other than tight, he discovered otherwise. It was tight. It was very tight, closing around him snugly to squeeze. It felt so much better than his own hand.
And there was enough lubrication in the channel to allow him to immediately begin thrusting, hard, quickly, another growl escaping his lips.
He was fucking Yuki... he was FUCKING YUKI!!
To hell with beating him in a fair fight, he was fucking the little prick. His cousin would never be able to stand up to him after this.
Looking down, he saw a white, graceful body shuddering beneath his, saw Yuki's hands dig into the mat, saw the Rat's wide, purple eyes open and fasten on him.
Whatever emotion he expected to see there was not in evidence. Those eyes seemed to pull him in. They were bottomless. He fell into them even as his body pounded mindlessly at his rival, over and over, as if he wanted to pound Yuki to a pulp with his dick.
It felt better than anything he had ever experienced. It was just right - tight enough, not too dry, muscles spasming around him in little shudders...
He only gradually became aware that Yuki was making little sounds. That the shudders going through the white body below him weren't shudders of disgust or fear. That he was somehow managing to hit something inside Yuki that was sending his cousin into a storm of pleasure with each angry thrust.
He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to and somehow realizing that he was giving the Rat pleasure with this only made him feel more feverish. The slut actually liked it... liked him.... like his dick driving into that graceful white body...
Yuki gave a little cry, and his body shuddered even harder, eyes closing tightly as he came. The sight hit Kyo between the eyes and he thrust so hard into Yuki he thought he would split the other boy apart, all of his anger, lust, and seed coming out in a rush that was like being pounded by a tidal wave a million stories high.
He fell over Yuki, damn near passing out.
He felt the body under him move first.
The minute he felt Yuki stir, he opened his eyes, sliding down between Yuki's legs and onto his own knees. His body was still in recovery, his breathing was ragged, though slowing.
He looked down at his defeated rival, legs spread, Kyo's own seed dripping from him to mingle with other smears on the mat. He expected to feel nothing but perhaps triumph, and disgust.
Yuki sighed, sliding back on his elbows. He sat up slowly, looking like he did hurt a bit, folded his legs together and tucked them around his body. He reached up to wipe his face with the back of his hand.
Finally his wide eyes unlidded and glanced at Kyo.
There it was, the pit Kyo had fallen in. He could remember now what he felt at the moment he'd come. He felt... not like a conqueror. He felt like someone giving into despair in a parody of surrender.
And looking at Yuki now, he knew those feelings hadn't been his. They were his cousin's. His rival's.
Yuki swallowed, his throat bruised by Kyo's grip.
A little laugh wandered out of him, breathless and a bit hoarse.
"You win, baka."
Kyo stared at Yuki, trying to get a grip on his own emotions, which were running rampant. "What... what the fuck... You arrogant son of a bitch..."
Yuki inclined his head in the remnants of a graceful gesture.
"Of... course. Or course that's what I am."
Kyo just stared as Yuki gathered himself, got to his feet, gracefully, though it looked like that hurt too, and began to gather and put on his clothes.
It took long enough for Yuki to get mostly dressed before the paralysis wore off and Kyo was on his feet, grabbing Yuki's wrist in his hand, gripping it hard.
"What.... was that? Why... were you doing that? Why did you let them... You could have kicked their asses..."
Yuki looked at Kyo, obviously trying to pull some semblance of a mask back in place. But it wasn't working.
Staring at the hand gripping his wrist instead of meeting Kyo's eyes, Yuki began to speak. Words spilled from him like pus from a wound.
"You didn't want to come here because of the girls... hahahaha... the girls are fine. The girls are nice... and they go away when you tell them to go away. The boys are more persistent. How do you think I did it? How do you think I got along here when I first came? I couldn't beat them *all* up. It wasn't what was expected of a Sohma. I had to get along. So I did. I got along. And you know what? Sometimes, I like it. Sometimes it feels good. They aren't always that rough... usually they ask nicely. And if I'm nice back, they do things for me. I should have realized it would piss them off when I stopped coming to the east wing restroom for our little parties. Some things can't be changed so easily..."
He stopped because Kyo had grabbed him by the shoulders and given him several hard shakes.
He stopped and then seemed to collapse in on himself a little, hanging in Kyo's hands. No more words, now there were only little sounds, little hurting sounds, and large wet teardrops slipping down classically beautiful cheeks like a never-ending rain.
Kyo watched the bane of his existence collapse into this puddle of... of... pain, and wondered what side of the looking glass he'd woken up on.
Before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around Yuki and held him against his chest.
After a while he spoke, and his voice was low and even.
"You aren't going to do this any more."
Yuki was quiet as the tears stopped. He hiccupped once. Then he looked at Kyo, his eyes uncomprehending.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, you stupid Rat. It's over."
A little choked laugh emerged from Yuki's throat.
"It's over? Just like that?"
"Just like fucking that. Because if anyone else ever touches you I will kill them."
There was silence.
Then, "Anyone... else?"
"Yes, you stupid Rat are you deaf? Or have you just fucked your own brains to mush? Anyone else. You're mine now. Mine. If you look at anyone else, or touch anyone else, I will kill them and then I will beat you to a pulp and then fuck you and then nurse you back to health and do it again."
Longer silence.
Kyo felt Yuki take several deep breaths and straighten himself. He plucked at Kyo's hands, which were gripping him like a vise.
"Why would you want me, when you know what I've done?"
The answer was not ready on Kyo's lips, but eventually it came.
"I don't know why the fuck I want you, but I do, and you're mine. Get used to it. Fast. The next time you try and throw me across the room you are going to get a surprise."
A shorter silence.
"Baka."
"Whatever, you stupid Rat."
"Whatever."
Then Yuki's lips brushed against Kyo's jaw so lightly he thought he'd imagined it.
"Going back to class."
"No, you stupid Rat, you are not going back to class like that, you reek of cum, you look like you've been gang-raped, and we're not finished."
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
Loosening his grip from Yuki's now-bruised shoulders, Kyo clasped his cousin's hand tightly so he couldn't escape and dragged him from the room and out of the school.
About halfway to a little sheltered spot in the woods Kyo knew about, he realized he wasn't dragging Yuki. The Rat was walking by his side.
His expression was unreadable.
Experimentally, Kyo loosened the other boy's hand.
Yuki stopped and looked at him, and it was fairly easy for Kyo to see the fear underneath the attempted indifferent inquiry in his look.
With a little smirk, Kyo grabbed Yuki's hand and began pulling him along again.
"When we get where we're going, you are going to take off your clothes, bathe the crap off in the stream, yes, it's cold, then we're going to do it right this time."
"Aa."
~owari~