Unexpressed [Fruits Basket | Akito/Shigure | R]
Title: Unexpressed
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: None?
Word count: 669
Summary: Prompt was - Fruits Basket, Shigure/Akito: Self control - 'It's okay to admit what you want'. I hate writing summaries, in other words.
A/N: Self-beta'd, so apologies in advance for any errors! Taken from anime-canon.
"...No," says Akito, breathing hard. His eyes are narrowed and he's looking at Shigure disapprovingly, nails digging into the tanned skin. "No," he repeats.
Shigure moans, nuzzling Akito's neck playfully, knowing full well that if he does something wrong, he'll feel it in his heart, chipping away at the sanity he still holds.
"Don't..." whispers Akito, fingers threading through dark locks, holding Shigure towards him. He wants more, but knows asking is useless; Shigure only comes to him when he feels like it and he hates it, so much.
"Don't?" asks Shigure lightly, rising to face Akito. His hand slips against Akito's cheek, caressing and gentle; Akito's cheeks flush, not used to the intimate contact. It's been a long time since he's felt such desire. He's used to empathy but not want, which is lodged so firmly in Shigure's gaze.
"Don't..." says Akito, arching against him; length rubbing against length, the tip of his cock wet even before Shigure's fingertips gently press and squeeze. "Don't...stop," he manages to gasp.
"Tell me what you want," says Shigure, words not skipping a beat before his hands envelop Akito's cock, stroking and gripping; as much as Akito wants this, he thinks; he wants it more. It's been more than a few weeks since they've been like this and he misses that heat, tight around him; the feel of a slick entrance tightening around his shaft, that cold voice beginning him in warm tones to drive deeper inside.
"You know what I want," says Akito, trying his best not to let Shigure have the upper hand. He might be in love with the idiotic bastard, but that's not reason to make this easy.
"I don't," presses Shigure, licking from Akito's neck to his ear, tasting and sucking and biting, knowing that all of it makes Akito's cock harden even further, his hand wrapping around the resulting erection. "Ask," he taunts; "and ye shall receive."
Akito bristles, annoyed; if it were anyone else, he'd push them off, make them feel the bounds they were crossing; but with Shigure, all he can do is push in that hand, that warmth that envelops the tip; begging to be fucked, for that solid, thick, painful warmth to slide inside him.
Shigure doesn't wait - knows by the tone that Akito is asking. He slides in, and it's still dry; but after a few hesitant thrusts, his cock is warmed, Akito's body used to the forceful intrusion. His hands grope, touching the skin he forces himself to ignore during the day; tasting the heat of the veins that he refuses to look at in the company of others.
Akito gasps beneath him, his almost-silent whimpers begging, pleading for more; wanting Shigure to release inside, to claim him from within. Shigure continues to thrust, into that soft warmth that invites him in deeper, deeper; until he can't do anything else but shudder, bursts of heat filling the small channel of Akito's entrance; messy and white, spilling out between his thighs as Shigure pulls out, breathing hard next to his God.
"Shigure..." says Akito, one hand over his face.
"Hmm?" replies Shigure, still content in the warm afterglow of orgasm.
"...Get. Out," says Akito, looking at him.
Shigure smiles - not bittersweet, but understanding; knowing that until things change, until they can fully come together, he still can't hold Akito; can't calm him, can't stop him from jealousy or hold him back from pain.
He rises, dressing himself slowly, back to Akito.
"I wish you could stay," says the head Sohma lightly as Shigure drags the door open.
Shigure bows his head. "It's not my time yet," he says, closing the door behind him; walking out of the dark house, breathing in the night air and looking up at the moon; begging it to change more quickly, so he can feel that warm, hateful embrace; so that he can taste the bitterness of Akito's neck, warmed sweet by his own words that he can't yet speak.
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: None?
Word count: 669
Summary: Prompt was - Fruits Basket, Shigure/Akito: Self control - 'It's okay to admit what you want'. I hate writing summaries, in other words.
A/N: Self-beta'd, so apologies in advance for any errors! Taken from anime-canon.
"...No," says Akito, breathing hard. His eyes are narrowed and he's looking at Shigure disapprovingly, nails digging into the tanned skin. "No," he repeats.
Shigure moans, nuzzling Akito's neck playfully, knowing full well that if he does something wrong, he'll feel it in his heart, chipping away at the sanity he still holds.
"Don't..." whispers Akito, fingers threading through dark locks, holding Shigure towards him. He wants more, but knows asking is useless; Shigure only comes to him when he feels like it and he hates it, so much.
"Don't?" asks Shigure lightly, rising to face Akito. His hand slips against Akito's cheek, caressing and gentle; Akito's cheeks flush, not used to the intimate contact. It's been a long time since he's felt such desire. He's used to empathy but not want, which is lodged so firmly in Shigure's gaze.
"Don't..." says Akito, arching against him; length rubbing against length, the tip of his cock wet even before Shigure's fingertips gently press and squeeze. "Don't...stop," he manages to gasp.
"Tell me what you want," says Shigure, words not skipping a beat before his hands envelop Akito's cock, stroking and gripping; as much as Akito wants this, he thinks; he wants it more. It's been more than a few weeks since they've been like this and he misses that heat, tight around him; the feel of a slick entrance tightening around his shaft, that cold voice beginning him in warm tones to drive deeper inside.
"You know what I want," says Akito, trying his best not to let Shigure have the upper hand. He might be in love with the idiotic bastard, but that's not reason to make this easy.
"I don't," presses Shigure, licking from Akito's neck to his ear, tasting and sucking and biting, knowing that all of it makes Akito's cock harden even further, his hand wrapping around the resulting erection. "Ask," he taunts; "and ye shall receive."
Akito bristles, annoyed; if it were anyone else, he'd push them off, make them feel the bounds they were crossing; but with Shigure, all he can do is push in that hand, that warmth that envelops the tip; begging to be fucked, for that solid, thick, painful warmth to slide inside him.
Shigure doesn't wait - knows by the tone that Akito is asking. He slides in, and it's still dry; but after a few hesitant thrusts, his cock is warmed, Akito's body used to the forceful intrusion. His hands grope, touching the skin he forces himself to ignore during the day; tasting the heat of the veins that he refuses to look at in the company of others.
Akito gasps beneath him, his almost-silent whimpers begging, pleading for more; wanting Shigure to release inside, to claim him from within. Shigure continues to thrust, into that soft warmth that invites him in deeper, deeper; until he can't do anything else but shudder, bursts of heat filling the small channel of Akito's entrance; messy and white, spilling out between his thighs as Shigure pulls out, breathing hard next to his God.
"Shigure..." says Akito, one hand over his face.
"Hmm?" replies Shigure, still content in the warm afterglow of orgasm.
"...Get. Out," says Akito, looking at him.
Shigure smiles - not bittersweet, but understanding; knowing that until things change, until they can fully come together, he still can't hold Akito; can't calm him, can't stop him from jealousy or hold him back from pain.
He rises, dressing himself slowly, back to Akito.
"I wish you could stay," says the head Sohma lightly as Shigure drags the door open.
Shigure bows his head. "It's not my time yet," he says, closing the door behind him; walking out of the dark house, breathing in the night air and looking up at the moon; begging it to change more quickly, so he can feel that warm, hateful embrace; so that he can taste the bitterness of Akito's neck, warmed sweet by his own words that he can't yet speak.