An acute pain in the pants, Fruits Basket (Shigure/Ayame) Title: An acute pain in the pants Author:shimyaku Rating: R Warnings: a certain naughty serpent. And a peeking doctor. Prompt: Fruits Basket - Shigure/Ayame - voyeurism - trouser snake Word count: 1148 Summary: Hatori had never imagined what his friends got up to behind closed doors... A/N: The last of my terribly, inexcusably late entries. And might I say, this is quite possibly the best prompt ever. 8D
"Ugh!"
Hatori turned from where he sat in the living room, focus immediately concentrated on one of the rooms down the hall. He was certain that had been Shigure's voice he'd heard.
"Ayame!"
Yes, that was definitely Shigure's voice, and the swift realisation brought two unyielding questions to the forefront of Hatori's mind. Why had he yelled so loudly just now, and why on earth was he calling after Ayame? He himself had arrived at the house early that afternoon, in anticipation of Yuki returning home from school - the boy had been ill of late, so it was his due that he check on his well-being - and then Shigure had turned up not too long ago, having paid a brief visit to that editor of his. And now that he thought on it, the writer had been walking oddly when he came in... perhaps he was injured? He wouldn't put it past that editor woman. But even so, that still didn't give any explanation as to his calling Ayame's name; the 'seamstress' had certainly not come in with the other male, and he wasn't exactly one to slip by unnoticed.
"Oh shi--!"
Hearing the near-expletive, the doctor rose finally from his seat and determinedly made his way to the other man's bedroom, wondering if his strange gait from earlier was due to some kind of acute pain - indeed it did sound as such. Coming to the sliding door, Hatori was about to knock when Shigure's quite-audible gasping suddenly became a rather drawn-out moan. This sound didn't quite fit in the bracket of 'acute pain'.
Now just curious more than anything, the dark-haired man aligned his good eye with the slight crack in the door, and had to clamp his hand down over his mouth to stifle the gruff yell that threatened to escape straight after. A few moments passed and he calmed himself, re-aligning his vision with the crack to get a better look.
Well, there was a sight he certainly never planned to see - yet it was one he'd seen far more often than was healthy. Perhaps he should take himself to see a doctor sometime, and he wondered if he'd thus be labelled certifiably insane if he mentioned anything of his family's situation. Certainly just trying to convince an outsider would only land him in an inescapable white-walled room, or at the very least with a bunch of mind-numbing pills for his 'condition'. Though of course, any such intention to tell an outsider would never be carried out by his person - that is, never again. He couldn't go through that again.
But returning to the present, the practitioner continued to look on passively into the next room, where Shigure lay spread on his futon, arms and legs near flat to the floor, his head thrown back and his clothing completely dishevelled. But more importantly was the tented fabric that lay over the crux of his legs, and the long slender shape that seemed to be wriggling around beneath the material like an overgrown worm.
Honestly, that boy was simply the most perverted-...
"Nng, Ayame! Don't tease!"
And there was the undeniable evidence. Slithering around beneath the author's kimono, around his manhood even, was Ayame.
Hatori scowled.
Hentai. Who else could possibly manage to take the usually light-humoured term 'trouser snake' to an whole other level. But he supposed that was just so completely and typically Ayame. He was of the type to simply take the words from right out of your mouth and turn them into a romance novel. Without your consent. And he'd keep the profit.
"Keep going - I'm so close!"
Returning his focus to the illicit activities continuing just metres away from his person, Hatori looked on with a calm detachedness, as was his want to do. Neither Shigure or Ayame had any problem with his presence at the best of times, least of all when they were as engrossed in each other as they obviously were now. The two together were the epitome of a pair of exhibitionistic fools, so naturally he'd had his fair share of practise in ignoring their antics, time which had served to render him virtually unaffected whenever witness to his two friends' passion.
Now was no exception, though he would admit to himself that they appeared exceedingly attractive this way, and he could definitely feel the slightest warmth tickling at the surface of his cheeks. It was nothing that wouldn't fade in a short time, however. And he hoped idly that the children wouldn't be home any time soon, certainly not when this pair were indulging in such vulgar activities still - that could be quite embarrassing were he asked to explain the excessive noise. Honestly...
"Oh, yes! Yes, Ayame!"
The doctor gulped down a breath as he watched Shigure's body begin to convulse slightly, his voice rising in volume until he finally tensed up completely, going still for a prolonged moment before becoming totally slack. The writer's head lolled to the side and he let go a held breath, the light catching the fine sheen of sweat that dusted his body. And Hatori willed his eyes to blink again, finding himself in a mild daze after watching one of his two best friends climax so unrestrainedly right before his eyes. It wasn't as if he'd not seen the sight before - he had seen it more often than he'd cared to count, much to his chagrin - but that didn't make the show any less compelling, nor did it help that he was watching without their knowledge.
It took a moment, but an unsuspecting Shigure eventually shifted, hand reaching down beneath his kimono to pull an all-too-familiar coil of yellow from under the clothing, and setting it gently on his chest. The brunette propped a leg up comfortably as those skilled hands slid over his own torso, fingers stroking the reptilian form of his 'lover'. His body was still heaving from the exertion.
"Nngh... Are you planning to turn back any time soon?" The author made no move to hide the unashamed desire in his voice. "I've been looking forward to taking you from behind for soo long."
Without warning the room was engulfed with a puff of white cloud, and through the fog Hatori could make out the sudden appearance of a slender male body. And a very familiar one at that; one with long silver hair...
"Well, if you put it like that!"
Shigure yipped with joy. "Ah, finally! Come hither and let me ravish you!"
With fading interest, Hatori urged himself to back away, wondering how much longer they'd be going at it now that Ayame was back to normal. Honestly, he had reading to get done, and the moans and groans coming anything-but-faintly from the writer's room weren't exactly the example of peace and quiet he preferred.