Pairing: Hatori Sohma/Ayame Sohma

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket or its characters.

Rating: R for implied sexual intercourse.

A/N: This is just some random drabble for Easter. XP Please don't take it too seriously- I just had to write something non-angsty.

The Easter Bunny isn't always Momiji...

Warmth.

Ayame purred, rolling over on his side to stare at the face of his lover. He had been right- Hatori looked so much younger when he was relaxed.
And even more handsome when he had just been molested by a horny Hebi.

The silver-haired man practically giggled when the sleepy man wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him closer, almost possessively. The warmth emitting from the other man almost made him forget of the remnants of last night's actions. Almost. His expensive sheets would need to be dry-cleaned again, which was such a pain to have to explain to the dry-cleaner lady.

Honestly, why was he even bothering with these adventures involving the Dragon? It was supposed to have been a one-time thing, a little thrill necessary for both people to move on. Hatori waited to be saved from being trapped inside eternal winter, and Ayame desperate to break free from the chain of meaningless encounters for a little warmth.

Sadly, neither of them was able to break their invisible icy chains.

Ayame had noticed that Hatori was always the warmest of them all. Even in summer days like today, he didn't feel uncomfortable clinging to Hatori's damp body.
"I wish we could do this forever, Hatori." He whispered, almost being afraid to speak the Dragon's real name. It seemed so official, so real to him, but if Hatori remained sleeping, no harm would be done. His only chance at saying these things was when the Dragon was sleeping, and he often made use of these rare moments of tranquility.

The Snake had rarely felt so confused. Why wasn't it a one-time thing? Why wasn't Hatori rationalising their trysts and saying to Ayame that they had to stop? If Ayame could control Hatori, they would never have to part again, but Hatori was the one who was rational,and this was definitely anything but rational.

When Hatori's eyes flew open immediately after the whisper of his name left his lips, Ayame scrambled away quickly, nearly falling of the bed in the rose-petals on the floor; Ayame's Easter gift, along with some red bunny lingerie Ayame knew Hatori secretly liked. All wild animals went mad over red.

Hatori had proved over time that he could be a wild animal, if he only let go of his inhibitions.

"Ayame." He said, piercing through the hushed silence in the bedroom. He dragged himself up, throwing the sticky sheets off of himself and Ayame.

Ayame whimpered. He had never remained in Hatori's bed after sex to avoid the morning after, which was already awkward around a stranger, let alone your best friend. He tried smiling at the other man, but failed miserably.

Hatori leaned over, and put out his hand for Ayame to take.

"Why don't we stop this, Aya?" A small smile spread over the doctor's face.

Ayame's heart stopped for a few beats, then echoed loudly in his head as he tried to swallow. He felt dizzy. What was Hatori saying? Was he finally saying… no, he didn't want to think about that! Hatori was warmth; he needed Hatori.

"No, please… no." He whined pitifully, falling against Hatori and wrapping his arms around him. "Please, Tori-san…"

"No, baka. I meant stop dancing around each other. I want to... try warmth again." He lifted Ayame's chin with his fingers and brushed their lips together softly.

"Happy Easter."