Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Baskets, Natsuki Takaya does.

Warning: implied MxMxM, moaning, ropes and other suggestive stuff. A very short oneshot, out of character.

Hatori's thoughts

Distraction

Hatori was reading. That's right, reading. He was most definitely not distracted by the sounds his two closest friends were making in the other room. Nope, definitely not distracted. Not by the soft, muffled "mmmm… mmmn…" sounds Shigure was making, or the soft "oh… ah…. nnn…" noises Ayame was making or the soft thuds against the door they had disappeared behind. He was definitely not distracted by-

"Oh 'Gure…"

What are they up too?

"Ah…" Ayame's breath was getting quicker, heavier. Shigure's low chuckle was amused, almost possessive.

And then he heard Shigure growling playfully, Ayame giggling at first and then…

"Ah! Ah… 'Gure…" Ayame was nearly panting.

Breathe… Just breathe…

"Shi… Shi…"

Hatori's hands shook and he could not read his paper… But he wasn't distracted… Definitely not distracted…

"Oh! Ah, ah, ah" Hatori's mind wasted no time converting the 'Ah' to 'Ha', and the image of one of his closest friends, sprawled on the bed moaning-

No! I am not thinking that… I'm just going to read my paper and…

"Ah, ah, ah"

and…

"Oh! 'Gure!"

and…

"Shigure!"

Hatori jumped off the couch, sprinted to the door, and threw it open to see…

Trapped!

"It worked!"

His two closest friends pounce on him, fully dressed, with ropes.

"'Tori-san" Ayame chirped playfully, straddling the dragon's stomach, "You should know better. As easily as I bruise, I wouldn't let him take me against the door no matter how gentle he was."

"What do you think, Aaya, streaking or skinny dipping?"

No!

"Shigure, I'm surprised at you!"

Thank goodness, even Aaya wouldn't-

"It's much too cold! I was thinking something with feathers, or-"

Hatori sighed hopelessly from his position tied up on the floor.

How am I going to get out of this one?

End