IMMORAL WEAKNESS
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
My very first yuri fanfic. Run! Run for the hills! RUN! *gasps for air* This one is also at the request of my friend, Mona-chan. She's one mean instigator that one. And I go for it every time. *sigh* I'm such a fangirl. =P Warning for spoilers of later manga chapters (particularly, chap. 97 & 98). The song lyrics in the beginning were somewhat of an inspiration, but this is by no means a song fic. 

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IF I HAD THE CHANCE LOVE
I WOULD NOT HESITATE
TO TELL YOU ALL THINGS I NEVER SAID BEFORE
DON'T TELL ME ITS TOO LATE
'CAUSE I'VE RELIED ON MY ILLUSION
TO KEEP ME WARM AT NIGHT
AND I'VE DENIED IN MY CAPACITY TO LOVE
BUT I AM WILLING TO GIVE UP THIS FIGHT

-- Sarah McLachlan, "Dirty Little Secret"
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"Are you certain you're okay with this?"

"H-hai."

"That didn't sound very certain to me."

"Would you just get on with it?!"

A moment of silence. "You're sure?"

"Hai!"

Hanajima Saki didn't look convinced. Control was such a tenuous, precious thing. Something that was closely guarded, practically clung to. Still, she had to admit that her work was truly a masterpiece. A work of art in silk, satin and flesh.

Oh yes, and hemp.

"Are the ropes too tight?"

"No."

"And the pillows?"

"Would be more comfortable...if you joined me. Onegai?"

"Ah, but you're not the one giving orders tonight, remember?"

"I did say 'please'."

"Hmmm. Yes, you did." A chaste kiss. "It's a small improvement."

A growl of warning. A chuckle of amusement. "Saki...."

Flesh catches fire as fingertips lightly graze across. "You have no idea what it's like to feel cherished, do you?"

A whimper of need. "I am...cherished...every day. I am a god."

Fingertips brush over a mound of flesh, rolling its peak between two fingers. Another whimper. A click of the tongue. "It was...kind...of you to relinquish that power to me tonight."

A moan of pleasure. "Saki...."

"I know you relish it so completely." Flesh burns as fingertips move from one mound to another. "A definite improvement."

"O...ne...gai...."

Fingertips move lower, caressing smooth skin over toned muscle. "Do you have any idea how tantalizing you look? Pale flesh against darkest black." A more intimate kiss. Another caress of the flesh. "You truly are beautiful, Akito. Did you know?"

Akito whimpered as Saki's fingertips slowly caressed their way to the apex of her thighs. She wanted to move, push against her, but tied as she was, it was impossible. Her ebbing patience was rewarded, thought, with a quick brush of flesh on flesh. Saki's fingertips moved through a dark patch of curls to seek out warmth. She waited for what seemed like forever, but there was no further movement. No more caresses. When she would have opened her mouth to voice a protest, it was quickly covered by her lover's lips.

Silence loomed, but as they parted, eyes locked together, the words "I love you" echoed through the room.

"Touch me," Akito asked. Pleaded. Begged. "Love me."

"I do love you," was Hanajima's reply as she sat next to her lover all tied up in bed. Her fingertips continued to travel, to tease, to tantalize. "But it's our little secret."

"Hai."

Her answer was the submission Saki had been looking for. Wrists were bound to the bedposts by rope. Ankles were tied to the opposite bed posts with silk scarves. Akito was a picture of beauty spread out on black silk sheets, open to any that would enter the room. From the doorway alone one would be able to see her nakedness, her weakness. And there was that chance. Saki's brother would certainly know something was up, but the girl knew her brother would only intrude if he sensed trouble.

There would be no trouble tonight, though. Akito had come to her of her own free will. It was an unusual occurrence, but still pleasant. For once their roles were reversed and Saki took great pleasure in that fact. She didn't mind being the submissive. Not to Akito, who seemed very skilled and very talented. But it was her desire to control, her measure of independence, that drove her to want to be dominant...if only for a short time.

And only over Akito.

"Saki...I...."

"Shhh. There's no need to talk."

It was a fight Saki was certain she would never win. Akito thrived on controlling others. Even the day she had been brought before her, to be tried and judged for knowledge beyond her control, did she assert her power. That was how their tryst began, as a battle of wills seeking dominance. Saki may have been the one to lower herself first, but she had not given up hope.

Now she was being rewarded, her lover strewn on her sheets, tied to her bed, writhing under her touch in a show of submission. But it wasn't just submission this action spoke of. Akito did not do things lightly, or without purpose. In her own way, beyond the dominance and control, this was a show of something that could not be voiced. It was a statement. A declaration.

Of love.

She started with a kiss, much like the last. A touch that was intimate, yet subtle. Akito didn't struggle. She opened her mouth almost instantly, taking the kiss in a slightly different direction. Saki allowed it, dipping her tongue inside to taste her. Only after she entered did Akito dare to offer her tongue, to duel, to dance. The girl's moan was full of need. A need that wanted to be met quickly. Saki would have smiled had her lips not already been otherwise occupied.

Akito's body hummed. Just from a kiss. But she wanted more. Needed more. She hated when she did not get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Reminding herself that this was not only for her, but for Saki as well, she managed to curb the dominatrix that wanted to come out. Writhing she tested her restraints. Well tied. And only allowing a minimal range of motion. She moaned again. Her lover had learned well. With something akin to anticipation, she wondered what her lover was going to teach HER?

Saki continued the kiss, adding an occasional touch to her lover's skin. Light, so as not to actually touch, her fingertips drew unpredictable patterns over high crested peaks and low smooth plains. Akito continued to moan, her body writhing in an attempt to get more from her lover's touch, but Saki would not allow it. She purposefully withdrew, more than once, until the other girl quieted enough to satisfy. Then she would set to work again, her fingertips barely caressing the roundness of a hip, raveling downward towards the toned layer of muscle in a thigh.

"Please," Akito begged, but Saki would not listen. Her lips left the warm haven of Akito's, seeking other warm places. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulder. All were lavished with open-mouthed kisses. Akito thought for sure she'd explode again, with little provocation, but her need for more kept another release at bay. She would hold out on purpose, wondering what kind of punishment Saki would give her. Surely nothing could be as deadly as the near caresses, the deep kisses, and the struggles with her bonds. Actually the struggling made it worthwhile, until Saki stopped with her ministrations. Her eyelids would not open all the way, but enough so that Akito could watch as Saki pulled away from her. The last she felt was a near caress of her exposed folds, fingernails trailing upward, stopping just below her belly button before pulling away completely.

"You...you're teasing...me," Akito mumbled between moans.

"Should I not?" Saki questioned curiously. "Are you not excited?"

"Very...much so."

"I get very excited when you tease me. In fact, I'm excited right now," she admitted with a small smile, placing a whisper of a kiss on her lover's cheek. "Your excitement is always...contagious."

Akito attempted to open her eyes again, succeeding in lifting the lust-laden lids only half way. "It's the power. The feeling of power."

"No," Saki contradicted after a moment of pause. "It's not."

Confused, Akito asked. "Then...what is it?"

"For you, it may be power." Saki used to the tip of her tongue to trace the line of her jaw, from her ear to her chin. "For me, it is knowing that you are excited." Several fingertips brushed lightly over exposed pale flesh, causing her lover's stomach to quiver. "Knowing that you are enjoying what I am doing to you." Brushing her lips across Akito's, Saki placed her hands on the mattress. She allowed the briefest of kisses before pulling away and moving her mouth lower. "Perhaps, that, in itself, is power."

"Saki--! AH!"

Akito wanted to agree, but words failed, then thought, as she felt Saki's mouth on her skin. Warm kisses trailed from her throat to the valley between her breasts. Oh how she wanted to cup the face of her lover as she bit into tender skin cresting one breast before soothing the mark with her tongue. Wrists fought against restraint, hands wanting to hold her in place as she touched the peak with the tip of her tongue, engulfing it with her lips. Akito cried out as teeth sunk into flesh again, pinching her nipple. More electric currents rushed through her blood, lightly pulsing, gently teasing.

At the same time, feather-light touches had moved lower, over flat stomach, smooth hip and quivering thigh. Saki nearly smiled against Akito's breast as the girl shivered involuntarily, her hips jerking upward. Careful to avoid the object of her own desire, she brought her hand upward, concentrating her power into her fingertips. Caressing the silken flesh of her lover's abdomen, her hand reached for the opposite leg. In tandem, she moved the attention of her lips to the opposite breast.

'How can she still touch me,' Akito wondered for the briefest of moments. She felt as if she had turned to mush, melting at her lovers teasing touch. Flesh was now putty and quickly turning to liquid. Saki knew all the right places to touch her. From molding her breasts with her mouth, to the glorious feel of her fingertips skimming just around her sex, electricity pulsing, she could push every one of Akito's sensual buttons.

"I...I can't...take...!"

Saki deftly covered Akito's mouth with hers, tongue quickly taking the command as the other girl screamed. She had come much quicker than she had thought she would. Had the roles been reversed, one would not be allowed to orgasm without permission from the other. But Saki was rarely in the position of control. She had not been able to explore her lover as thoroughly as she would've liked. Sure she knew the spots that mattered most, but they could not be the only places. In fact, the move that set her off had been a combination of barely brushing her swollen clit while suckling some skin below her left breast. Her heartbeat had gone erratic, nearly off the scale of recognition before her body tensed and Saki felt dampness creep towards her exploring fingers.

"That didn't take much at all," the dominant girl commented. She extracted herself from beside her lover, moving lower still until her torso covered Akito's left leg. "I wonder...how much longer would it take to bring you over again?"

"Saki." It was a struggle for Akito to say the name, let alone think it. Her mind was still clouded with pleasure. That had to be it, she thought. Certainly if she orgasmed again it would kill her. Still, her body did not comprehend the danger and she pleaded once more, "Onegai...."

At this point, Saki could not say 'no', her body quivering with the thrill of her actions. She did this to Akito. Only she could. 'Perhaps it is a feeling of power,' she acquiesced, her lips pressing lightly to a spot just above a nest of dark curls. Drawing back only a little, she breathed in the heady scent of her lover, her body shivering in anticipation. Using two fingers on her left hand, she opened her lover's lips, the tip of her tongue gently running downward from the clit.

There was a loud moan of protest. This was not what Akito had hoped for. She wanted to feel strong lips pulling on her clit, feel the fingers of her lover stretching her, filling her, fucking her. Some of her protests were forgotten when Saki carefully dipped her tongue into her opening, licking her juices and causing just the minimal amount of friction she craved. She had to get closer. Deeper. But struggle as she might with her bonds, she had no way to hold Saki close. To keep her from leaving. Even as her lover's tongue dove deeper, she had this gnawing feeling that she would leave.

Then just as suddenly, she did.

"No, don't leave me," Akito mumbled, her body writhing with want, her heart clenching in fear.

She was afraid.

Truly terrified.

This is what it felt like without power. To be helpless and at someone else's mercy. She hated it. With her entire being she loathed it. Open to anyone's view, a toy to be played with then tossed aside. This was how she treated those who belonged to her. It was wrong...so very wrong...but she just loved the feeling of power it gave her. Trust was a very malleable thing. Something that could be twisted and shaped to suit her purpose. Her time with Saki was teaching her otherwise. There was no twisting her trust, her will. She did what she was asked, questioning nothing. She seemed to even enjoy it. Akito could not understand her. Yet, she was intrigued.

With questions unanswered, she agreed to give herself over this night. It felt...painful...to be as degraded as those she treated. She wasn't sure she trusted Saki in this. She wanted to -- good gods but she desperately wanted to -- but it was difficult. She was not used to being so open, and not just with her body. But with her love.

In some small ways, she didn't mind. She loved the look in her lover's eyes as they drank in her naked form. She loved the careful way in which Saki treated her, even when tying her up. All she could muster in her position of power was a glowering leer and enough caution not to draw blood unless asked.

"Saki?"

And like magic she reappeared, her long dark hair covering them both like a blanket. She had taken out her braid. Her lips pursing in a little "o" of apology, she reached out to Akito, caressing her forehead before placing a quick kiss on her lips.

"Did you miss me?"

"I...!"

Another quick kiss, this one lingering just a second longer. "Hmm?"

"You...don't do that again!"

Saki's eyebrows raised gracefully in question. "Are you ordering me?"

Akito shook her head. "No...it's just...that...."

"You were...scared?"

Akito forced herself to relax into the pillows and sheets beneath her. She scowled when she admitted her weakness. "Hai."

"Gomen." Saki offered a lengthier, more passionate kiss as an apology, giving one nipple a little tweak. "But I...I have something I wanted to share with you."

"Something?"

"A new toy." Saki's pale complexion tinted the faintest hint of pink as she added, "I bought it just for you."

One corner of Akito's mouth pulled upward. "A new toy? For me?"

"Hai. I'm afraid I had it hidden in the worst of places--!"

"Will you show me?"

Saki smiled at Akito's eager expression. "Of course. But you have to say the magic words."

"Please?"

Saki shook her head.

"Then what--?" Akito looked perplexed. "I don't understand."

Holding up her hand, Saki displayed three fingers, one at a time punctuating her speech. "Three. Little. Words."

Akito's smile became a scowl again. "I...don't know." She growled in disgust. "I don't know if I can say it."

Tilting her head to one said, her hand lowering to her side, Saki asked, "Is it really so difficult?"

Akito nodded her head instead of growling the answer.

The other girl looked thoughtful for a moment. "Then perhaps...I should put it back."

"No!"

Saki blinked, surprised by the quickness and vehemence of her response. "No?"

"No...please...."

Standing from the bed, she held the toy behind her back so that her lover couldn't see it. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to play as she needed to hear those words. So rarely spoken from Akito to her, yet so freely given on the other's part. Tilting her head again, she replied, "The magic words. I need to hear them."

Tears formed in Akito's eyes. This had to be the cruelest form of torture. Perhaps she had taught Saki too much. "I...I don't know...."

Then it seemed like suddenly, she did. Akito's tear-filled eyes swept her lover's naked form, admiring her pale skin and long black hair. She was envious of that hair. And her thin figure. She was thin too, yet Saki's breasts were larger by at least a cup size and her buttocks were round and firm. Hers were practically non-existent. How could she not love this adoring goddess before her? How could she not tell her that her love meant the world?

Because that meant giving up her power.

But...wasn't she already doing that? What was she still holding on to?

The answer was as clear as the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Saki's eyes widened, alarmed by her partner's sudden flow of tears. It wasn't that she thought Akito incapable of crying. Everyone was capable of the act unless they had some rare operation or disease. She had just never seen it before. It was...a surprise. Was she in pain? Certainly not from the ropes or the scarves, she assured herself. So what was it? Every nerve in her body told her to move forward, to comfort her. Yet, she remained motionless. As if she knew something was about to happen. She just had to wait.

"I...I love you."

The words were said in such a low whisper that Saki should have had to strain to hear them. Instead they crossed her ears like a loving whisper, easily heard. Her body finally moved them, collapsing beside her lover on the bed. Her free hand moved to cup one waterlogged cheek, their lips pressing together in desperate kiss. Salt and water mixed with a taste that could only be described as Akito. Saki moaned low in her throat, moving quickly to straddle her lover's hips.

Akito was not surprised to feel Saki's wetness mixing with her own. She raised her hips, intensifying the sensation. Mewling as the kiss died, Akito was not kept wanting for long. Her lover's hands were everywhere, her lips trailing pecking kisses in peculiar patterns with no meaning. All the while she kept lifting her hips, grinding them against Saki. The other girl pushed back, causing them both to moan.

With both hands on small, perky breasts, Saki lifted herself away from Akito, pushing her hips a little lower while still straddling. Lip caressed skin, dropping kissing here and there. Continuing lower still, Saki released one breast, molding the other wantonly. Reaching to her right, she found the toy she had dropped. Hiding a smile, she grasped it in her hand, her kisses sinking lower. After dipping her tongue in her lover's belly button again, she shifted to her left, positioning the toy at Akito's entrance. She rubbed it lightly over swollen lips, earning a whimper.

Then, she pushed it inside.

Whimpers and moans filled the room as Akito felt herself fill up. Whatever it was sliding along her vaginal walls, it stretched her, testing her limits. She was no stranger to sex, having been with at least two men in her time. In fact, she loved the feel of a man's dick inside of her. Saki learned this fact during their first outing and was surprisingly...tame about it. But comparing that feeling to this one was...inadequate.

She gasped when it could go no further, wincing as it bumped against her cervix. She had felt this pain before, but it had been eased away in a primal rhythm. Saki simply stopped. Akito dared a glance at her lover, who was watching her carefully.

"Have I pushed too far?"

"A...a little."

Saki quickly re-adjusted the toy, pulling it out about an inch. The friction caused Akito to squirm. And this was only the beginning. She smiled.

Akito's first reaction was to as the toy inside of her began to move. No, not so much. It was...vibrating! Saki was using a vibrator on her! At once she felt disgusted and dirty, but the feeling quickly faded. The mechanical cock began sliding out of her further. She shook her head, whimpering incoherently in argument. 'No, no,' she meant to say. She didn't want it to end now.

Saki drank in the sight of her distressed lover, her short black hair just long enough to cover most of her face as she tossed it from side to side vehemently. Licking her lips, she felt herself respond to her own tormenting. She was just as excited as Akito, wanting release just as badly. But the picture before her was too tantalizing to give up so soon. Akito keened as she shoved the vibrator into her, over and over, careful not to cause more pain.

A rhythm was set. Slow. Languid. Sure to drive Akito towards her peak more than once. Not wanting to be left out, Saki straddled one bound leg. At just the right angle, she could flex her hips enough to rub her clit on Akito's thigh. She did this several times, tossing her head back and moaning her own pleasure.

Oblivious to her girlfriend humping her leg, Akito pulsed with sensation after sensation. The steady in and out movement combined with the tiny tremors from the toy. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her system, numbing her limbs, pooling molten lava low in her belly. Her next orgasm slammed into her, while the next nearly blindsided her. Surrounded by white light, the only thing she could do was scream.

The rhythm of the vibrator increased. Using what conscious thought she had left, Saki was determined to bring the other girl over one last time. Akito opened her mouth to scream, and for a moment Saki thought she had. But the noise she heard was her own blood rushing through her ears, while Akito keened silently, her body shaking with her final release before slumping back onto the sheets and pillows.

Saki ignored her own angry need, turning off the vibrator before pulling it out of Akito's slick center. Her lover breathing heavily beneath her, she licked the device clean before putting it aside. Then, deftly, she untied all the restraints. Akito's body sunk into the bed, unmoving save for the heady rise and fall of her chest. With a sigh, she settled next to her. One arm cradled Akito so that her body was turned, her cheek resting against one rounded breast. The other held her close, fingertips mindlessly caressing her lower back.

"Pleasure like that should be immoral," Akito commented, snuggling closer to Saki's frame.

"Hai. It should." Closing her eyes, Saki added, "We need to be immoral more often."

"It is...tempting."

Saki opened one eye and asked, "Do you have a weakness for the immoral?"

"No," Akito replied, closing her eyes as sleep loomed. "Just for you."

"Are you...happy...with how things turned out?"

"I am."

Saki smiled, feeling Akito's lips press a tender kiss to her breast. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Saki-chan."

~OWARI~

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