Disclaimers: I don't own any part of Fruits Basket. I am only stealing Kyou and Yuki for my dirty little imagination to have fun with. I promise I'll bring them back, hopefully unscathed…

Pairing: Kyou x Yuki

Summary: Kyou has an… unsettling dream, and he seeks out Yuki to help him with his problem. But at the same time, Yuki remembers something that causes just an equally uncomfortable situation for him. But as they try to sate their hormonally charged libidos, things -and people- always seem to get in the way. Will they ever be able to get some time together alone, without any disruptions?

Warnings: There be yaoi, or to be exact, horny teenage boys with insatiable libidos. You get the picture.

Feedback: Feedback will be adored, coddled, and worshipped.

A/N: What can I say? It's my newest little brain child . It just grew and grew from a rampant thought in my head. But what can I say; they look good together.

Are We Alone Yet?

Part One: A Very Peculiar Morning

            The midday sunlight streamed into the room, highlighting the figure entangled amongst the sheets in a golden aura. The warm light shone upon the still sleeping body, falling upon sun-bronzed skin wrapped around slender, yet firm limbs. Mussed with sleep, vermilion strands poked out from underneath the soft, cotton sheets that had been partially kicked off of the lanky body during the course of the night. There wasn't a sound hindering the quiet air, except the cheerful noises of the chirping birds outside and the soft, relaxed breathing of the sleeping form. It was the picturesque vision of a peaceful day; the warm sunlight was forcing its way through the partially open curtains, and there was nothing to disturb the calm atmosphere in the cozy room.

            That was, until a rather loud moan filled the tranquil silence.

            Kyou fidgeted in his sleep, body moving fitfully and rolling on the bed as his lips parted and another sensuous moan broke out through the calm day.

            Oh right, nothing was corrupting the serene mood at all.

            Body still restless, Kyou tossed on the bed once more, kicking the sheets further off his body, a groan falling from his mouth and muffling against the pillow as his head lolled to the side. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, fine brows drew together as his hands made to grip the sheets, his lower body jerking forward imperceptibly. His breathing became heavier, soft whimpers and moans passing through open lips as his body trembled lightly. In an even rhythm, his hips began to buck forward, pleasurable sighs punctuating the small movements. Then suddenly, on a particular violent thrust, he gave a loud groan, a name rolling out along with the low sound.

            Violently, he slammed his body into the smaller teen, wringing a cry of pleasure from the other's throat. Panting with exertion, he gripped those slender hips, holding the writhing body beneath him still as he continued to thrust forward, delicious tremors racing throughout his body. Leaning down, he nipped that pale column of flesh, so teasingly offered to him, as he felt long fingers rake along the skin on his back, stinging and forcing another wave of unnatural ecstasy through his trembling frame. He could barely hold on, the amounting waves of pleasure coursing through his body forcing him to lose control. As the myriad of building sensations crumbled down around him, he felt a low, primitive groan rip from his throat, the other's name falling from his lips.

            "Yuki!"

*~*~*~*

            Touru was in the kitchen, as she always was during this time of day, chopping up various vegetables and herbs that she would be using in the soup she was preparing for lunch today. Of course there would be no leek in the soup, for she avoided them out of Kyou-kun's loathing for the aromatic plant. Though why he hated the onion-like stalk so much, she would never understand. As if mechanically programmed to do so, her hand pressed down consistently, slicing the various produce with perfect accuracy and rhythm. The product: evenly chopped vegetables and finely minced herbs for the seasoning. Humming the tune of a popular song she had heard on the radio the other day, she set around, gathering pots and pans and tossing the various segments of food inside.

            As she was filling up a medium-sized pot with water, she thought she heard a peculiar noise coming from upstairs. Setting the half-filled piece of cookware down on the counter as to not spill it, she turned half her body around and leaned backwards a bit as to see into the living room and the stairs located there that lead up to the second story living quarters. Squinting her warm brown eyes a bit, her gaze followed the many steps up to the hallway, checking to see if anything was amiss. Not finding anything different about the surroundings, she shrugged lightly and went back to her previous task at hand. It must have been her imagination running wild again. Paying no more heed to the odd disturbance in her normal schedule, she went back to cooking, a delicious scent soon wafting throughout the house from the kitchen.

*~*~*~*

            Shigure was sitting in his study, furiously typing away on his laptop, eyes carefully following the rapidly appearing text. Pausing for a moment, his eyes narrowed as he leaned closer to the flat screen, rereading it again with a scrutinizing look plastered on his face. Unhappy with the way it sounded, he tapped the backspace key impatiently, deleting the sentence from the glowing monitor. Pausing a moment and pursing his lips together, he went over the many ways he could reword that sentence in his head, trying to find one that would fit the flow of the story properly. After a minute of silence, the soft tap of the keys resumed, elegant phrases and intricate words once again pouring out of his fingertips and onto the screen.

            For a while, this continued on, the monotone sounds of the keys being hit filling the professional looking room, resonating off the plainly colored walls. Stacks of books, volumes upon volumes of novels and tales sat neatly along a tall wooden bookcase, extending from the floor up to the ceiling, all alphabetically ordered and properly dusted. The only witnesses of the current masterpiece being so dutifully written. Quietly they sat and watched, as they always did, as the head of the house attacked the keyboard fiercely, words appearing on the screen now at an alarming state.

            Suddenly the tapping stopped, Shigure's hand hitching before it could pound onto an already abused key. His back straightened and he titled his head slightly towards the direction of the door, his sensitive hearing picking up a faint shout from one of the bedrooms upstairs. He quirked and eyebrow as he registered the voice as Kyou's, and the scream being that of a certain silver-haired boy's name. Quickly darting a look at the clock on the lower right-hand corner of his screen, he noted that it was only around eleven in the morning. Hm, they were fighting this early in the day already? Normally on a weekend such as this, Kyou wouldn't even bother waking up until he was called down to lunch, Touru's merry, singsong voice yelling up to him that if he didn't come down, she would toss some leeks in whatever meal she had cooked.

            But, as his fingers twitched anxiously, he dismissed the line of thought quickly and focused once more on his work. Whatever it was that they were fighting about this time, it was most likely trivial and not deserving a bit of his concern. All of their fights were always like this, petty and childish. He wondered briefly why the mere presence of the other bothered them so terribly, but the nagging feeling in the back of his mind forced him to continue with his work again. And once again, the room was washed in the quiet clicks of the ill-treated keyboard.

*~*~*~*

            Gasping, Kyou shot straight up in bed, his hair matted down onto his forehead with a light sheen of sweat and his breath coming in shallow pants. He was completely tangled up in his sheets, the smooth cotton material woven tightly around his limbs. He tried to free himself, but eventually gave up the losing battle and sat still on the bed, heart still racing and staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He tried to swallow, but his dry throat refused to comply with his demands. Dimly, he felt a straining pressure in his lower body, and faintly realized that certain body parts might have been stimulated by his dream. His dream… Oh Kami-sama. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the remaining images still fresh in his mind. That was the fourth time this week already. Apparently his body was going through some sort of hormonal drive, or something of the like, because lately his nights had been plagued with distracting dreams. Dreams of a gorgeous silver haired teen, writhing beneath him in utter rapture… Shimatta, he needed to find Yuki, and fast.

~TBC~