BLOWN AWAY
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is Mona-chan's fault. *nods* All her fault this crazy idea got stuck in my head. But I wuv her anyway. *huggles to Mona-chan* This is a shoot off (no pun intended) of the BJ fanfic challenge, and an idea of making Akito the leading man. So I present to you this wild and crazy story, featuring Akito and Rin...with a little Haru and Rin thrown in just for kicks. ^.~ I hope that you will enjoy.

"Haru, faster!"

I hate him. The bastard.

"Gods Rin, I don't think I can."

I lost of piece of myself that night.

"Faster. Harder!"

The night he tried to take everything away from me.

"Roll over onto your stomach."

But I got the better end of the bargain.

"Oh gods, I can't hold on!"

At least now I can forget...if only for a little while.

"Just a little longer, love. Just a little...AH!"

And for a few countless moments, all is right with the world.

"Haru!"

Somewhere in the distance I hear him moan my name; feel him pulse inside of me, that telltale sign that he's cumming. My body shivers from pent-up excitement, from exhaustion. We'd been at this for the better part of two hours and this was far from his first orgasm...or mine.

His body collapses on top of mine. The erratic heartbeat slows, mine joining his and then the warmth of his body is gone. I feel myself being turned around, lying on my side. Through half-opened eyes I can see Haru beside me, in front of me. He smiles sleepily, pulling me closer to him. I don't argue, but help him, snuggling closer. I bury my face in the joint between his arm and shoulder, resting comfortably.

Moments like these are very rare...especially for us. We live in a very cruel world, ruled by a madman who thinks he's god. He believes he controls our every move, our every whim. For some of us...he is a puppeteer, perhaps a savior.

But for me...he's the devil himself.

And for these few moments of elated joy...I've given my soul to the devil.

It was almost a week ago. Five days to be exact. My turn to visit Akito had arisen. I didn't do so often, usually only when commanded. But Shigure had convinced me that seeing Akito of my own free will may put me back in his better graces. It wouldn't hurt to be on his "good" side, I supposed, and made an appointment to sit with him for tea.

It was a decision that has changed my life forever.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"ENTER!"

"Sir, Miss Isuzu is here to see you?"

"About damn time. Bring the tea."

"Yes, sir."

I stood in the doorway like an idiot as the maid pushed past me and rushed down the hallway towards the kitchen. My nerves kept me where I was. The last time I had been in his presence, I had been pushed out a window and ended up in the hospital for a week. Perhaps agreeing to meet with him was a waste of time, and Akito didn't fail to remind me that his time is "valuable".

"Don't just stand there, Rin. Come in."

My body jump-started at the invitation. Taking a deep breath, holding my chin high, I stepped into the room. There was a pallet of pillows already laid out in the middle of the floor. I stepped over to the one closest to the door and carefully seated myself. My eyes never left Akito as he sat on his bed, adjusting his yukata.

"I must say I'm surprised you're meeting with me willingly." His voice was a mixture of amusement and venom. "Our last meeting wasn't to your particular liking."

"And here I thought you'd be happy to see me," I replied, keeping my tone even.

"Of course, my dear. I am happy when any of the jyuunishi deem me worthy of their presence."

"It is your presence we're not worthy of." It was said with a hint of sarcasm and a trace of distaste, but if he heard either Akito said nothing. Only chuckled.

"If you're forcing yourself to be nice to me, Rin, I suppose there's something you wish to ask of me." He stood from the bed, slowly making his way over to the pillows. To my surprise he took the pillow closest to me - he usually sits opposite his guests - and sat down with surprising grace. "Of course you realize I'll probably say no."

A snicker escapes before I can stop it. "Probably?"

There's another knock on the door and the maid returns with the tea. We're forced into awkward silence. Well, it was awkward for me at any rate. I kept my eyes averted from his, but they never left him. I believe he did the same with me. Akito is not comfortable around women...and he has a damn good right hook.

Once the tea is served, Akito dismissed the maid. He raised his cup to me - hey wow, an actual acknowledgement - before taking a sip. Not wanting to disappoint him too greatly - have I mentioned that our last meeting put me in a hospital for nearly a week? - I picked up my cup and sipped carefully. Almost dainty like. How quaint.

This is how we drank our tea, staring at each other over the rims of our cups and making idle small talk. There was very little to say, and he did was complain. About the weather. About his latest illness. About the color of his bed sheets. I tuned him out to an extent, but kept myself open to his words, letting them float through my mind in case he decided to quiz me later.

"So, what is it you want?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you here?"

Good question. I had only appeared to "make nice" so to speak. Although there was one thing...but I refused to tell him. He WOULD refuse. Absolutely no question. And I'd probably end up back in the hospital...although, I wondered. Would he push me out another window, or perhaps down a long flight of stairs?

"It's about Haru, isn't it?"

Surprise was too strong of a word. Amazed was more like it. How had he known I was thinking of Haru at that precise moment? Fucking mind reader.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to draw confidence from the current situation. Our last conversation had not gotten this far. Akito had me pinned to the ground without even asking me why I was there...not that I knew to begin with. Narrowing my eyes I sipped my tea.

"What if it is?"

"It's an old subject, Rin. And I grow tired of your impertinence. Let it go."

Is that what it's called? Impertinence? And here I thought I was simply being a bitch. Let it go? Like hell. My fingers clutched my cup so tightly, I thought the delicate china was going to break. My anger and frustration, much to my shame, was evident in my voice when I replied:

"No."

Akito glanced at me...curiously. "Nani?"

"No," I said with more conviction. "I won't let it go."

The damn beast smiled at me. Smiled! What was he thinking? He had to be up to something to be so calm. Evil son of a bitch.

"I knew you would say that."

Again I'm surprised. So surprised I choke on my tea. To my horror, Akito starts laughing. Laughing! Now I know he's up to something. My ass should be in a sling right now. He too calm. WAY too calm.

Collecting myself as best as I could, I asked, "What the hell is so funny?"

"Why...you are."

"I don't get it."

"That's because you have no sense of humor, Rin."

'And you have no heart.'

The words sat on the tip of my tongue as I downed the remains of my tea. With the cup back on the tray I begin to stand. This was a mistake. And while I should've waited to be dismissed, I had no intention of being his amusement. My battered pride couldn't take it.

"Sit down!"

His voice, devoid of the calm humor it held only seconds before, practically slapped me across the face. I stopped mid-turn, my knees still bent, only half straightened from my seat on the floor. Without giving his command conscious thought, my body lowered itself back down onto the pillows.

"Why? Give me one reason why I should stay?" I muttered through clenched teeth.

"Because I have a proposition for you."

One eyebrow raised in silent inquiry. "Such as?"

"You want to be able to spend the rest of your life with the miserable cow, don't you?"

Oh, so he wanted me to admit it so he could beat the crap out of me again? I don't think so. Still, I couldn't lie to him. I'm not sure why. Probably because I was more curious than cautious. Taking a deep breath, I nodded.

"I really don't understand you infatuation with that bull-headed man. But there's only one way you'll be able to have him for the rest of you disgusting existence."

"You have a point, right?"

"And you have no patience," he spat back. Sitting his cup on the tray, he stood and walked back over to his bed.

I sighed and asked, "What will I have to do?"

"Swear allegiance to me."

I couldn't help it. I started laughing. "Do you...HONESTLY...think--?!"

"You will share my bed one night a month," he stated simply, although his loathing my amusement was evident. "And you can share your bed with...him...the rest of the time."

By the gods! Was he serious?! And I'll be damned, he was. It showed in his eyes. The way he looked at me. His body language. He really wanted me in his bed. My mind suddenly went into panic mode.

Did he honestly expect me to say yes? After the way he's treated me, treated the rest of the family. While I could care less about my cousins, I know I am not the only one who has suffered. If not me, then perhaps Kagura...or Kisa...and neither one made me feel any easier.

But I couldn't say yes. I didn't love him. Not like I loved Haru. I would never love another the way I loved him. Never in a million years.

Then the more logical side of my brain came up with a more acceptable version. Perhaps his illness was starting to get the best of him. He wasn't going to live forever. He might only have a few month, a few years at best. I could keep it up that long at least. I'd out live him. My love for Haru will out live us both.

"All right," I answered tightly. "You have me for one night a month and I can have Haru, without question, the rest of the time." Akito nodded, but I felt no relief yet. "When do we start?"

Akito's smile is wicked and filled with devious promise. "We start tonight."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

I shrugged to myself, standing from the pillows. It would be easy enough. Hell, maybe I could screw him to death. I'd be a heroine.

Shoulders stiff, chest pushed out slightly and chin held high once more, I slowly made my way towards him. Akito watched me carefully, his accursed mind analyzing my every move. I could feel his eyes roam over me and I had to suppress a shiver of disgust. I stopped mere inches away from him.

Waiting.

In the back of my head I knew the things I could do. Knew that I could take control and get this over with as quickly as possible. But this was Akito. He would not tolerate my domination...well about as well as I tolerated his. And if I wanted this to go smoothly, I would have to give myself over without a fuss. He was in control and it scared the hell out of me.

"Kneel."

I moved without thought, trying to keep my mind clear. Kazuma-sensei once taught us a mind trick where you can move your mind to another place while your body did something different entirely. I'd never tried it before, but now was as good a time as any.

My eyes opened and I looked up at him. He was still smiling at me, the menace in his eyes making me want to wince. With fire dancing behind his eyes, he issued his next command.

"Touch me."

My right hand moved. Then my left. They started out on his chest. Who'd've thought a sickly man like Akito would actually have a solid frame. He wasn't overly built, or very muscular, but he was as a man should be, smooth flesh over hard steel. My fingers trailed downward, sneaking into the folds of his yukata. His eyes remained focused on me, on my hands and I heard him groan as my fingers made their first contact with his solid manhood.

"Take me out. Touch me."

His yukata parted easily in his lap and his hardened length jutted upward proudly. I had to hide my smirk instantly. Honestly, there wasn't much to him. Compared to Haru he was seriously lacking. Mostly likely average, but I wouldn't know. I may be experienced, but my basis for comparison is practically non-existent.

I did not wait for another command, grasping his firmness and cupping what I could of his balls at the same time. I heard him moan, but I refused to look in his eyes. I didn't think I could stand the utter triumph, and I refused to let him see my utter humiliation. When he didn't argue, I began to move my hands on his length.

"Not too fast. Not too...AH!"

Caught him off guard, squeezing his balls none-too-gently in my right hand. His hips jumped off the bed and he almost squealed like a girl. I released his sac and concentrated on his length, increasing my pace...but still moving rather slow.

Taking a deep breath, I moved on to the next step. With no further instruction, I took control. My hand's movements increased in speed. I varied my grip on his sac, and - though I really abhorred the thought of it - I took him into my mouth. Just the head at first. A swirl of my tongue caught something liquidy, salty. Pre-cum. It took what I had not to choke on it.

Excited and out of control, the son of a bitch thrusted hard, shoving his length into my mouth. It surprised me, but the head barely reached my throat. He groaned aloud, moaned my name and slumped back onto the bed. His hips remained restless though, wanting to thrust with each sucking motion I made. I let him set a pace he was comfortable with, adjusting my position so that he slid in and out easier.

At one point he popped out of my mouth. It was his own damn fault, but he cursed me anyway. Sitting up, he grabbed me by my hair and impaled himself on my mouth. I was only half prepared and nearly did choke, but experience assisted me. I added the motions of my tongue, my lips as he thrusted frantically into my mouth.

My hands reached around frantically, finding purchase on his thighs. My left hand moved upward, cupping his balls once more. One squeeze of his sac caused him to peak and he shot his load into my throat. I swallowed, again trying not to show my distaste.

"Very good, Rin. Very good," he said, his voice deep, rich. I had never heard it that way before. "But we're not finished yet."

The rest of the night was a blur. I did make it into his bed. My body reacted against my will to his touch, his kiss. I accepted his thick sex, his brutal force. And in the end the force of his orgasm, the force of my own, blew me away. I hated myself, him, the world, in that one moment. Then turned myself over to the darkness.

When I awoke the next morning, I was alone in bed. Akito was sitting by his window, sipping some fresh tea. I didn't bother asking for something to drink, although I needed something to take the distaste from my mouth. I gathered my clothes and put them on quickly. Akito said nothing during this time. He only opened his mouth when I was about to leave.

There was one last catch.

"You must never tell him. Or else I'll see to it that you never see him again."

"Rin?"

My eyes snap open. How long has he been awake? Was he ever asleep? I have to blink rapidly to hide the tears in my eyes.

"Nani?"

"Aishiteru."

His lips descend upon mine. I give into his playful caresses, his searing kisses. The memory of my night with Akito burns in the back of my mind, but for one sweet moment I can cover it up and give myself over to the man I love.

And then Haru shows me what it's really like to be blown away.

Aishiteru, Haru.

I hope that one day, you will forgive me.

~OWARI~

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