TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCE
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Ah, yes. A sequel! This story is the sequel to I.M. As much as I love promoting my own work, it is not necessary to read I.M. to understand this story (but read it anyway, come on you know you wanna). Heavy ratings for LEMON content in the following parts. Slice of LEMON here.

Part Two - VERITY

"Are you sure you won't come along, Hana-chan? Uo-chan?"

"I will pass."

"You know I can't skip out on work. Maybe sometime next week, ne?"

I can't help but smile as two of the most important people to me walk away. Hana-chan and Uo-chan have no idea how great their friendship has been to me. They've done so much, been through so much themselves. I'm disappointed they can't join us at the Vanilla Garden, but surprisingly not as much as I should...I think.

"Tohru! Hurry up!"

I flash a smile to Momiji, who is literally dragging me over to our group of friends. He loves going to the Vanilla Garden. So do I. Even more so now than I did a few months ago.

Because of him.

Haru.

Our relationship -- our SECRET relationship -- has blossomed quite a bit over the past six months. We spend much more time together in person, as he finds more and more excuses to visit me over at Shigure's house. There are still those wonderful IM moments, but I truly prefer the newfound physicality of our relationship.

He really is a sweet and gentle character. I know his "black" side lurks in the shadows from time to time. I think, it sometimes comes out while we're making love or just playing around, but he's never hurt me. I love him for that.

But he hasn't told me if he loves me or not.

It really doesn't bother me that he hasn't said those three special words. I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me. It's in his smile, in his touch. Everything about him expresses what he feels for me.

So then why is there a knot in the pit of my stomach?

He's told me about his life: his parents, his dealing with Akito, his relationship with Rin. Maybe that's it. His relationship with Rin. They were very close for a short period of time. She was the world to him. How could I ever compare to that?

But it's a silly thought. Haru has told me that I'm not like Rin. He doesn't WANT me to be like Rin. He wants me to be me. ME. Just me.

So why won't he tell me?

"Honda-san?"

Yuki's voice is soothing and curious. I blink at him as I'm drawn from my thoughts and offer him a smile. "Are we ready to go?"

The walk to the Vanilla Garden is filled with idle chatter. I'm gald to be surrounded by such good friends. I can't hug him, but Haru's presence is reassuring. We exchange a brief smile as we round the last corner on the block and all my thoughts are swept away. I realize now that I'm being silly.

But the knot in my stomach still won't go away.

"So, what'll it be kids?"

I'm grateful to be kept from my own thoughts as we sit at a table in the back and place our orders.

"Chocochoco sundae, onegai!"

"Just a glass of water."

"A strawberry shake."

"Vanilla for me."

"Me too."

Haru raises an eyebrow at me from across the table. I only smile back. A Vanilla shake is not my usual order, but tonight it sounds as delicious as Haru looks sitting across from me. Heat suddenly rises to my face and I force myself to look down at the table, hoping that no one will notice.

Silly little Tohru. No one would suspect me of having such...dirty thoughts.

Then my attention is pulled away as Momiji starts talking about his day in class. Yuki and Kyo chime in, usually with a snide remark to each other. Occasionally I can feel Haru lightly kicking at my feet under the table and I'm relieved when he turns his smile on, just for me, when no one's looking.

Walking back to Shigure's together I can feel Haru's presence behind me and it fills me with a familiar warmth. Memories of out lunchtime encounter run through my mind. I smile, hiding my blush, as Yuki on my left and Kyo on my right start to bicker. They've been bickering a lot lately, though I'm not exactly sure why. Just one of those things I'm slow on, I guess.

Finally we sit down to watch a movie together. It's one of those strange B-rated flicks. I'm not exactly sure what's going on as I sit down on the couch, curling my legs under me to get comfortable. Yuki, Kyo and Momiji sit on the floor, talking animatedly. Momiji's seen this movie before and he's trying to get everyone else interested in it. Haru casually sits on the opposite end of the couch, his left leg crossed over his right. He smiles that special smile, but doesn't look at me.

After a while, I feel that familiar heat again, feel myself drifting off to sleep. The soft press of lips on my shoulder wakes me from my drowsy state. Looking up suddenly, I see Haru sitting rather close to me, a little grin on his face and a hint of desire in his eyes.

I'm confused, still partially asleep. "Haru, nani?"

"They're asleep," he tells me with a wink.

They are indeed. Momiji is passed out next to Kyo in a fashion that is most comical. If Kyo awoke first, there would be a lot of screaming and yelling, but it looks like he's sound asleep. The sound of light snoring indicates that Yuki-kun is also asleep, folded over the table. I stand from the couch to place a blanket around his shoulders.

When I return to the couch, Haru is lying on his back, his eyes half closed. There's a strange smile on his face. One I've come to know -- and love -- over the past six months. He's thinking of something naughty.

That's all right. So am I.

I should be frightened. Frightened of being caught. Frightened for just THINKING of what I'm about to do. The level of danger in our encounters is increasing on a regular basis, but I'm not frightened at all.

Grabbing another blanket from the floor, I open it and cover him with it. He pouts in protest, half-sitting, half-lying on the couch.

"Tohru, you don't think I'm ready to sleep, do you?"

I simply smile then crawl onto the couch and cover myself with the other end of the blanket. Then I push myself into a half-sitting, half-kneeling position over his legs.

Under the blanket, my hands begin to caress a leisurely trail up his legs. His muscles constrict and relax under my knowing touch. With a sigh he relaxes back into the couch, watching me carefully with those gorgeous eyes. I can see the desire there, feel it in the heat rising from him as my hands trail upward.

As I get closer to his hips, the material of his uniform pants is suddenly more restrictive, pulled taught by his large erection. I've learned over the past six months that it doesn't take a lot to get Haru aroused, especially if he wants to be. And he usually always wants to be. It's exciting -- no exhilarating-- to know that he wants me.

Working the button and zipper of the pants, I'm only made more aware of just how badly he wants me as his hips buck upward into my waiting hands.

"Tohru?" He questions me with those passion filled eyes. His voice is strained and low. We have to keep quiet so as not to wake the others.

"Hai?" I make my answer a question as I tug his pants down his hips. Once they're down to his knees my hands lightly massage their way back to his groin, my fingers gently wrapping themselves around his manhood. He decided not to wear underwear today. How convenient.

"W-what are you doing?"

I almost laugh out loud. What am I doing? Did he really need for me to tell him? Of course, I've never really been this daring before, not even in our internet encounters. I lick my lips and smile as innocently as possible at him.

"I thought you weren't ready to go to sleep," I whisper back, giving his manhood a small tug with my hands.

He groans, tossing his head backward as my right hand begins to stroke his hard length. As my thumbs caresses the head of his manhood he bites his lower lip, growling deep and low in his throat. He's really excitable. He's turned on by danger. And what we're doing now is EXTREMELY dangerous.

If I'm not careful it'll all be over before I've had my fun.

"I've created a monster," he mutters in his pleasure.

Yes, he certainly has.

With a smile I pull the blanket up and duck my head. Thankfully the blanket isn't too heavy that a little bit of light from the room can filter through. It gives me just enough light to see what I'm doing.

Increasing the pressure of my hand on his manhood, my other hand reaches out to cup his balls. His hips buck upward and another groan escapes his throat. Carefully I lean forward, flicking my tongue lightly over the base of his erection, my hand closing slightly over his balls. His body shivers in response.

"Onegai...." He mutters. His voice sounds strained, but not hurt. His hands are now under the blanket, trying to find my hair, pulling me closer to him. I allow him to pull me upward, darting my tongue across the tip of him now. He shudders again and it's all the encouragement I need to take him into my mouth.

I've only done this a handful of times and I wonder if I'm hurting him or not. Tasting him with my tongue, teasing him with my teeth, I continue to apply light pressure as I move him slowly into and out of my mouth.

"Tohru...almost...there...ah...."

His hands digging into my hair, I speed up the pace, holding the base of his erection in my right hand as the other lightly caresses the inside of his thigh. His breathing is erratic and my own is speeding up. His erection quivers in my mouth and I know he's close.

Then he slams himself into me, his entire length filling my mouth, lodged into my throat. I have to control my gag reflex as he comes, swallowing as much as I possibly can. I'm still a bit unpracticed, but at least I'm able to taste him...really taste him this time. Most times Haru will pull himself away, try to give me pleasure while holding off his own.

I'm learning to turn the tables on him.

"Tohru." My name is barely a whisper as I sit back, now uncovered by the blanket. With what seems to be the last of his strength, he sits up and pulls me closer for a kiss. His body shivers as he tastes himself and a moan crawls up his throat and escapes into my mouth. "Arigato."

We take a quick survey of the room. No one has woken yet. Good. As Haru goes to the bathroom, he asks me to wake Momiji. It's nearly midnight and they have to get home.

Momiji stirs, mumbling something under his breath in German, but he doesn't wake.

"Don't worry. I can carry him," Haru says, kneeling beside the smaller blond.

"Do you really have to go?" My voice is filled with longing. I really do want for him to stay, although even I know that it's not possible. At least not today.

Maybe some day....

"I'll see you in school tomorrow," he says, placing a light kiss on my forehead. With a smile and a wink, he turns to walk away, carrying a sleeping Momiji in his arms.

A sigh escapes me and the smile that once graced my lips fades as he disappears into the darkness. The knot in my stomach is still present, not quite as tight as before, but still there. And there's a chill in the air now. Is it a premonition? A warning?

Watching him leave, although my heart is at the height of happiness, I can't help but think that something is wrong.

I love you, Haru.

Do you love me?

What a silly question! Silly girl.

~TO BE CONTINUED~