Like Catnip For Kyo

He watched the oranges, browns and yellows as they twirled across the air, the cage of his fingers obscuring the beauty of autumn's dance. Already the scent of winter had permeated his senses, meaning another season had passed him by with little to show for it besides a sudden surge of unease. He felt like the bear, or the fox, poised for that final minute of play before curling up to sleep away the snow.

He wanted to run. He wanted to fight. Hell, he wanted to fuck, just to get rid of the unbearable energy that tingled beneath his skin.

But...none of those things seemed... worth the effort.

"Stupid cat. You do realize it's freezing out here don't you?"

Kyo lazily flicked his eyes to the invader of his thoughts, a soft grumble escaping his throat. Another reason - albeit small - for his restlessness had stumbled across his hiding place, hugging himself with shivery arms.

Beautiful Prince Yuki.

Kyo didn't exactly know when or why he'd found himself wanting to touch the other boy, wanting to taste him even, only that he did.

And that was bad. Wrong. A sin.

Yeah, he felt like the worst of blasphemers, desiring his male cousin with the same animal intensity he needed food, water, comfort...heat. If there really was a hell - and if there was one on earth, he was sure there must be someplace else - his immortal soul was certainly destined for the depths of it.

"Honda-san doesn't want you out here. So get inside."

Kyo watched the cool prince as he rubbed his arms through the thick material of his sweater, not even realizing that every time he did the hem would rise up a little, revealing a slender line of skin. He wondered at the texture, somehow certain it would be soft and warm beneath his fingertips...

Kyo's hands unconsciously clenched as they lay draped across his stomach. Damn rat probably tasted as creamy as he looked too...

"...I'll come in, but..."

Kyo paused for a moment, enjoying the look of hatred that flashed across those quicksilver eyes.

"But? What is it, you stupid cat?"

Shifting onto his stomach and elbows, Kyo languorously rolled the kinks out of each shoulder, slowly working his way down his back. It was surprisingly easy to piss off Yuki today - not that he was complaining or anything - but he figured that had more to do with the elements than with himself, really. His face void of any emotion, Kyo continued to stare past the bars of the porch, and out into the stretching grass and reaching trees that edged the property.

Would he ever be so lucky as to stand like those trees, year after year, enjoying the same cycle of life and death...

Yeah, and if wishes were fishes...

Kyo slowly let his eyes drift toward his cousin, the sound of a long suffering sigh arresting his thoughts.

"Well?"

"...Come here."

He could feel, more than see the annoyed and confused look he'd gotten, but simply shrugged it off and climbed to his knees. If Yuki wanted to stand there and freeze his sexy butt off that was his problem, because the cat wasn't moving an inch unless he wanted to, or he'd been given incentive to.

Another sigh.

"Fine."

Suddenly that dark sweater and elusive strip of skin had sauntered into Kyo's sight, taking up permanent residence there. Damn if it wasn't even better close up. He tried to control the slight ticking at the corner of his mouth that threatened a grin, but he found the attempt ridiculously futile.

Rust colored eyes looked up into placid gray. Even irritated beyond all reason, the rat still managed to look as cool as an ice cube, and with all the personality of one to match.

How the hell was it possible to hate someone, yet find them attractive in the very same breath?

Kyo snorted. Hell if he knew.

"Hold still for a minute."

He meant for the words to come out more roughly, but it ended up sounding like a purr with a mischievous lilt thrown in. Yuki raised a delicate eyebrow at the cadence, lips already parting to utter some rude remark in response...or would have, had Kyo not grabbed him by the hips.

Instead the rat just reddened and went to bash the cat across the face for his impropriety.

His fist stopped mid swing though, when he felt a warm mouth glide across his stomach.

Kyo smirked into the pale skin, thrilled to find his suspicions justified. Yuki did taste just as good as he looked, the thick flavor of body lotion coating his tongue and the scent of lavender assaulting his senses.

It was the same smell that lingered on his clothes for days after they'd fought, bouts fierce enough to have Yuki hitting him again and again. He knew it was masochistic and just a little weird, but he savored the body contact, the meeting of skin...

Kyo sunk his teeth into the top of Yuki's hip and let a chuckle rumble in his chest when he felt him shiver beneath his hands.

Perfect Prince Yuki certainly made some pleasing sounds when touched...but then again the cat sort of knew that already. Sucking at the milky patch of flesh, Kyo rasped his tongue over the little bite mark, and then pressed his warm lips against it.

He managed a brief sigh and quick squeeze of his fingers, before his world exploded in a haze of bright stars.

The punch had definitely been painful, and his face would undoubtedly bruise...

But it had certainly been worth the effort.

End

"FUCKING STUPID CATS!"

Ooooo, but I do love those two gorgeous bishies. Review. I might consider a second part from Yuki's perspective...in a different scenario of course. Depends on feedback. God, I'm a fickle bitch.