Fandom: Fruits Basket
Summary: Set pre-series when Yuki is still living at the Souma Estates. Akito and his “playmate” engage in a dangerous game where Yuki’s life is in Akito’s hands.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 218
Warnings: Erotic asphyxiation. Do not try this at home.
Author’s Note: Originally written for the Fruits Basket Anonymous Kinks Meme. Prompt “Male!Akito/Yuki, asphyxiation and some mind-fucking.” Akito is referred to as male in this story but since it’s set pre-series I prefer to think of it as the Akito of canon who is, unknown to Yuki, actually female.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. Please for the love of God do not try erotic asphyxiation. It will damage your brain even if you manage not to kill yourself out right. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Yuki had spent months fighting for breath.
Now he did not fight.
Akito loomed over him, straddling him. The belt of Akito’s kimono was around his throat drawing tighter and tighter.
“The world is sick and ugly,” Akito hissed. He was smiling, his eyes glittering. “Who could love a thing like you, little rat? No one but me. Should I set you free this time? Should I make you come then let you go? Is that what you want, little rat?”
Was that what he wanted?
It hurt, it hurt. His lungs screaming, begging for air yet Yuki did not fight for breath. He accepted strangulation, submitted to it. He let his body go limp under Akito’s. Akito’s face above him began to blur, darken at the edges till all that was left was that smile and those glittering eyes.
He crossed a threshold. His cock grew hard, pounding with desperate last life. His body stiffened and jerked of its own accord, the death dance and the convulsions of orgasm indistinguishable.
He came. Would Akito release him now or would he cross over the next threshold into the darkness?
Was that what he wanted?
Akito truly had the power of a God when they played this game. Akito’s whims controlled Yuki’s life or death. But hadn’t they always?