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The Labyrinth	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 10491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it, nor do I own Labyrinth. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 11
‘seduction’

The marble floor was cool under his bare feet as Touya wandered closer to the windows of the palace. Outside he could see only the night sky, studded with a brilliant swathe of stars. High in the window the full moon shone in all its glory, throwing the interior of the room into sharp relief. It was not a room he had ever seen before, but it was beautiful, the marble walls shot through with silver and glittering in the moonlight. That moonlight felt cool and refreshing on his skin, bathing him in its pure light. It wasn’t until he passed a large framed mirror that he became aware of his clothing: a soft silken shirt as pale as the moon outside, and loose black pants of the same material. They were comfortable, but seemed alien and out of place on his body. Touya ran his fingers down one sleeve and tried to remember where he was.
Something nagged at him that he shouldn’t be here, that he was supposed to be somewhere else, but the specific details skittered away from his memory, hiding in a thick mist in his mind. Uncertainly he reached to touch his reflection, trying to recall, and the mirror swung away from his touch. Beyond was the beginnings of a broad marble staircase, spiraling up and out of his range of vision. It was dark here, but just beyond the curve of the stair, he could see a gleam of moonlight. It was an invitation.
Don’t. Danger.
Some part of his mind pleaded for him to run, but the warning was distant and quickly lost in the mist. The invitation could not be ignored. Dreamily he began to ascend, but the beam of light retreated before him, always beckoning from behind each new curve. Like a helpless moth he pressed forward, uncounted stairs disappearing behind him and spiralling into infinity. He could not think. He could only chase the moonlight; he ached to feel it on his skin again. Over and over again he reached for it, only to have it melt away. A weariness pulled at his feet, but he could not quit now. The moonlight was waiting for him.
Touya almost cried with relief when he reached the end. The room at the tip of the tower was small and round, its walls and ceiling nothing more than clear glass. Here the light of the stars and the moon was unrestricted, casting the entire room in their silver glow. The space was dominated by a huge bed, made up with creamy white satin sheets. He was tired and the bed looked so comfortable, but Touya held back. Some deeply buried instinct told him to stay away from the bed, and he backed toward the panaromic windows.
Below it was only an indistinct darkness, compared to the glittering night sky. There was no sign of life on that charcoal landscape. He felt as though he should be able to see more than that, although he did not know exactly why.
His hand touched the cool surface of the window, and a pale hand rested on top of it. The unexpected touch made Touya’s heart leap up into his mouth, and he went rigidly still. Cool as the glass, the hand stayed there but a moment before it traced a path up his arm, exerting only the lightest pressure through the material of his shirt. But it left a wake of fire under his skin that made his blood churn in his veins and his heart start to pound. Aware that he was beginning to tremble, Touya didn’t move, even when he could see the fringe of white feathers on the edge of his vision.
The hand moved past his shoulder and across his back, before sliding sensuously over his right shoulder and onto his chest. Those feathers were in front of him now, but he still didn’t move, didn’t take his eyes off the black horizon to look because he could feel his heart pumping fast and hard and knew that the hand could feel it too. He stood open, exposed, naked except for his clothes and once he looked there would be no going back. The hand glided over the flesh of his neck and cupped his jaw, gently forcing Touya’s face up and to the front, until he was looking directly into Yue’s feline eyes.
Cold and silver as the moonlight, they ensnared Touya and left him transfixed, hypnotized. Yue’s predatory stare pinned him motionless more so than the light hold on his face, and he did not struggle when Yue leaned in so close. The light exhalation of his breath tickled Touya’s skin, causing his own breath to come in irregular gasps. Yue’s lips brushed over one side of his mouth and then the other, tempting, teasing with their softness. Every touch made his blood sing for more and when Yue finally brought his lips to his he met him eagerly in the kiss, wanting it, needing it.
Yue’s kiss dominated him instantly, sealing their lips and invading with his tongue, pushing deep, exploring, filling his mouth possessively and claiming him. Flame engulfed Touya, a passionate and searing heat that numbed any thoughts left in his mind but had his body screaming with sensation. Some part of him knew he should be afraid of this but it felt too good to resist, and fear was too close to excitement anyway. His knees almost buckled under the onslaught of stimulation and Yue withdrew, the tongue sliding temptingly over his lower lip. Touya couldn’t help himself, he tried to follow it and was left with his lips parted, panting with desire. Yue’s lips curved into a barely visible smile, and he pressed gently against Touya’s chest to guide him backwards.
Touya almost stumbled again, dizzy as he was, but he managed to keep himself upright until he backed into the edge of the bed and Yue pushed him lightly down on it. He knelt then on the sheets and over Touya, leaning close enough that his silver hair flowed like a moonlit waterfall across Touya’s lap and over his legs. He hoped for another kiss and turned his face up expectantly, but Yue only pressed a hand against his shoulder and held him still, as the other hand sliced open the buttons down the front of his shirt. Touya was disappointed, but then Yue’s hand made contact with the flesh of his chest and this resulted in an entirely new kind of sensation, and he sucked in his breath.
Yue’s fingertips brushed lightly over his skin, tickling his hardened nipples and pushing aside his shirt, drawing it off his shoulders and letting it fall down his arms. There he left it, mildly pinning Touya’s arms behind him with his tanned and lean chest exposed. Touya could feel Yue’s hungry eyes absorbing the sight, devouring every detail, and he twisted the puddled material of his shirt in his hands behind him, flushing hotly under the scrutiny. Yue must not have found him wanting, for he brushed the back of his hand over Touya’s brow and then slid his fingertips over his closed eyes, exploring the sculpture of his face and stroking his ebony hair.
Touya leaned into the touch, almost crooning with every tendril of pleasure that the contact brought. He so desperately wanted Yue to kiss him again but the angel still didn’t lean down to his level. Instead he slid one finger along Touya’s lips and hungrily Touya captured it, drawing it deep into his mouth and sucking as desperately as a baby. It pleased Yue, he knew, because the fingers entwined in his hair tightened almost painfully, and he heard just the faintest of sighs from his otherwise silent host.
And still Yue did not kiss him, but pushed him gently to lie back against the sheets and extracted his finger. Touya didn’t want to let go and tried to raise his head to follow, only to have Yue press him unhesitatingly against the sheets again. His silver eyes flashed a warning: disobedience would not be tolerated. Touya swallowed and lay still on the sheets, eyes closed, unsure whether he would receive a punishment. When he felt a wet touch on his chin he jumped, then relaxed again. It was Yue’s finger, wet with his own saliva, and Touya threw back his head as Yue traced it down his chin and along his neck. All the way down his chest to his waist it went, and Touya submitted, arching his back into the touch, begging for more. Yue’s fingers were everywhere, caressing, tickling, teasing his skin, like a host of butterflies fluttering over his body. The great feathery wings, too, he used, dusting them mercilessly across Touya’s skin until he was writhing in torment.
This then, was a punishment, the most delicious torture he could ever dream of. The featherlight caresses were too evil, teasing him with the possibility of better to come yet cruelly withholding. He moaned a plea to Yue, not even fully understanding what it was he wanted. His pulse quickened when he felt the lace of his pants untie, and the material pulled slowly off his legs.
After an excruciatingly long moment of silence, during which Touya refused to open his eyes and see Yue appraising his body again, there was a whisper of a touch on his sensitive skin. Touya jerked spastically but did not open his eyes or move, waiting breathlessly. A feather drew maddeningly along his length, and he whimpered to no avail. Over and over again Yue stroked him with just the faintest of touches, until Touya was bucking his hips into the air and groaning, ripping the shirt around his wrists apart with the sheer force of his passion. The new freedom of his hands bought him some relief, and he roamed over and caressed his chest, sucked on his own fingers, desperate to alleviate the pain of neglect.
In the end it didn’t help, the pressure was unbearable. Unconsciously he slid his hand over his abdomen, ready to squeeze, grasp, finish it so he would not have to endure the pent-up hotness any more. But the moment he made contact Yue’s hand closed over his own, not kindly, and pulled it away. Immediately a rush of fear shot through him, inexplicably making his blood tingle and the ache in his groin only worsen. His eyes flipped open in time to see Yue pin him to the sheets by his neck with one hand and lean down over him. Touya froze, but all Yue did was lick lovingly along his lips. The fire in Touya burned for another kiss and he hopefully parted his lips in expectation, but Yue just smiled his thin smile again and straightened.
Oh… the promise of a kiss, only to be dangled and then snatched away. Touya nearly broke down and begged for mercy, but some part of his mind warned that that was not the way, that would only earn him more punishment. When Yue saw that Touya understood, he nodded once and cupped Touya’s neck with his hand, drawing him up off the sheets.
Sometime while Touya had been writhing helplessly on the sheets with his eyes closed, Yue had divested himself of his shimmering white clothing. Somehow, still adorned with his frosted curtain of hair and voluminous wings, he did not seem any more exposed because of it. In all his regal glory, he held himself straight and erect on his knees and indicated for Touya to kneel and face him. Touya nervously complied. He didn’t know what was to happen now, and when Yue pressed a hand firmly on the top of his head, he momentarily resisted. Yue gave an impatient shove, pushing Touya’s face almost right into his own straining desire. Still Touya balked, and the fingers in his hair tightened dangerously. Yue’s other hand came up to massage himself, and position it directly in front of Touya’s mouth.
Tentatively, Touya extended his tongue and licked the tip. Yue uttered the tiniest of grunts and thrust his hips forward, right into Touya’s mouth. He gagged and tried to back away, but the grip on his hair was unrelenting, and drove him back down. Touya couldn’t breathe and he felt his eyes watering, and his body felt stiff in the awkward position of kneeling so low underneath Yue on the bed. Again Yue drove his hips forward, even more forcefully, apparently determined that Touya understand his place. Gripping the sheets tightly in his hands, Touya tried to relax his jaw muscles and follow Yue’s rhythm, learning to move his head with the hips and breathe through his nose.
In a way it was a help; at least it drew his body’s attention away from his own aching desire. Yue seemed pleased too, he stopped pushing so hard and relaxed his grip on Touya’s hair, but he did start moving faster, pumping back and forth in Touya’s mouth as it grew ever hotter and throbbing with need. Finally he pushed Touya roughly away, who collapsed against the sheets dazed and wheezing for breath. He wondered if he had done something wrong and would be punished again, and tensed when Yue draped his body over his and sought his lips. But this time Yue parted his lips with his tongue and enveloped him in a kiss, blanketing their entwined bodies with his gigantic wings, rubbing every part of his flesh against Touya’s and making him cry out in pleasure.
It was blissful, but Yue pushed himself up to his knees again after only a few moments. Touya was limp and panting, and Yue easily threw him over onto his face before he wrapped his chest in his arms, propping him upright and holding him close against his own body. Now Touya received the attention he needed, with Yue rubbing, massaging, and squeezing him until he was ready to burst. Now he arched his back and pushed himself against the waiting hardness behind him. Yue paused in his ministrations to guide Touya’s hand to take his place, who didn’t need much encouragement. While he was occupied, Yue slid his hand between their bodies and deftly inserted one finger, moving in time to Touya’s frantic bucking. Touya gasped and tried to double over, but a strong arm wrapped around his chest prevented him and he could only squirm with the unexpected sensation.
But his primary need demanded more of his attention, and Touya brushed away his fluttering fear to concentrate on pleasuring himself. Yue worked the finger in and out and then added a second, gradually stretching his opening. It was uncomfortable and Touya wanted to push away but he couldn’t move, he was too close to the edge and in a way it felt very, very good and so helplessly he stroked himself, waiting. Inexorably Yue’s fingers pressed deeper, found that exact point of pleasure deep inside him. His body convulsed and Touya’s world exploded in ecstasy, his mouth open in a soundless scream as his desire erupted.
Hardly had it passed when Yue spread his knees apart and entered him in one sure thrust, causing Touya’s body to jerk again, this time in true pain. He struggled, he fought, but Yue kept him tightly pinioned to his own body, his breathing low and relaxed compared to Touya’s panicked gasps. After several heartbeats, Yue relaxed his hold and began to move his hips, gradually letting Touya feel his rhythm. Touya was still trembling violently, but he did not try to escape again and instead concentrated on gritting his teeth against the pain and learning to rock forward in motion with Yue. The pace increased slightly and he fought down a whimper.
Yue’s hand crept up past his throat and ensnared itself in his hair, pulling his head to one side and leaving his neck open and vulnerable. Delicately Yue lowered his teeth to the flesh and bit, eliciting another whimper from deep inside Touya’s throat. But he did not fight it, still breathing shallowly and coming to grips with that other pain. Yue’s lips closed down over his skin and he sucked hard, bruising him, claiming him even as he pushed harder and faster with his hips. Touya submitted to the pain for he had no choice. From the moment he’d arrived here he was Yue’s to have.
Yue finished marking him and released his hold, allowing Touya to drop forward onto his hands and knees. Every thrust seemed to penetrate deeper into Touya’s body and he gripped the stained satin with white knuckles, biting back the cries of pain and silently begging for mercy.
Somehow, even in the throes of his agony, his skin reacted with an electric shock when Yue touched him. Ever so softly, his fingertips glided over Touya’s back, leaving trails of tingling desire, instructing him to arch his back. His great white wings, too, stretched forward to brush at Touya’s body, feather soft and soothing to feel.
To his surprise he moaned in delight and pushed back to meet Yue. The pain was there, but mixed with the pleasure it wasn’t so bad, maybe even felt good in its own way. He arched his back even more under Yue’s touch and felt a new stirring in his groin, unbelievably enough. His body couldn’t help it, there was just so much sensation, so many kinds of touch and some of it hurt, yes, but he still wanted it. Wanted it all, wanted to drown in it, would happily die this way and so he took the pain willingly, took it and wanted more.
Yue completed a few more frenzied thrusts and withdrew, grabbing Touya’s arm and throwing him almost violently down onto his back. Yue’s normally frosty eyes were sparkling with desire and excitement as he met Touya’s gaze, and he could sense an inexpressable yearning in them, something that only he could fulfill, something the two of them were meant to share always.
Forever?
Yue released, spattering Touya with his hot white essence and staining him. Touya curved his body up to meet it, then collapsed limply back against the sheets, exhausted and spent. Silver hair puddled on the sheets around his head as Yue leaned over him and brought his mouth to his. This kiss was less passionate than the others, more kind and gentle, a reward for his behavior. Grateful, Touya responded at first, but his attention was arrested midway through by a tinny chiming sound. For just a second the mist in his mind twisted and cleared, and Touya broke away from Yue, startled.
He didn’t know why he had not noticed it earlier, but a small silver pocketwatch dangled from the banister of the stairway, merrily pealing the hour. Hour… clock…
Yue gripped his chin and turned his face firmly away, back for another kiss. He hadn’t seen the watch because most of the time Yue had been blocking that view, or he’d been facing the other way. Had Yue arranged that on purpose?
The watch was still chiming insistently, demanding that he notice the time. It was something about time, he suddenly remembered, still absorbed in his kiss. Something to do with a deadline, something that he was supposed to be doing – no, something he was supposed to be looking for and right now.
Touya wrenched his mouth away from Yue’s and shoved himself right back, almost to the edge of the bed. Yue’s eyes narrowed dangerously, speaking eloquently of rewards withheld and severe punishments, promising pain in the future if Touya did not come willingly now. Touya’s skin prickled with fear and he swallowed, but the thing he was looking for was too important. He would not forsake it to be an obedient prisoner in this bed.
Abruptly Touya rolled off the edge and bolted to the staircase, snatching at the watch before Yue could stop him. But Yue never moved from his languid pose on the bed, draped in his cloak of pristine feathers.
It doesn’t matter, his eyes said clearly. You will still come. You will be mine.
Touya flipped open the watch.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

And that, ladies, was my first Yue/Touya sex scene ever. It was also the first scene of Labyrinth that I wrote, period, before getting to all that plot nonsense. Is this writer f*ed up or what?
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