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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 12
‘misery’

It was the same the next day, and the one after that. Touya was suffering the worst week of his life, worse even than the terrifying days spent tracking Sakura to Terriene. At least then he’d had something to do, a goal to work toward. Now he spent the days staring with glazed eyes at the sunshine outside, drifting in and out of a light doze that did more to pass the time than truly rest him. The fatigue brought on by idleness smothered him, and for many hours he lay slumped on the floor by the glass windows. Daylight dragged by in lethargy, and at least Yue’s return in the evening brought some variety.
Touya no longer refused to approach him, partly to avoid the lashing itself and partly because of the humiliation he’d suffered, that next morning, when he stripped and revealed the angry bruises on his backside. The female servants attending him had stared and whispered, and of course Ralen had to comment. It was an experience he’d rather not endure again. So silently he shuffled to kneel before him, once summoned, and serviced Yue in the vile manner commanded.
It was never enough. Yue’s hands were always eager to explore Touya, to push him down and roam over his body, stroking and fondling and penetrating. He hated it, and at first he fought. But Yue subdued him easily, and after a time he simply didn’t have the energy to try. Morosely he withdrew into himself and waited until it was over, biding his strength for dinnertime.
His brief time alone with Sakura had become the focus point of Touya’s life, the only thing preventing him from trying to strangle himself on his own chains. It was also becoming the most difficult part of the day, as the week wore on, forcing any trace of weakness from his body and assuming an untroubled mask. Because his sister was suffering too, he knew it, and of the two of them he was the strong one. Every evening he held her in his arms and comforted her, reassured her that it wouldn’t last forever. And then he made sure she cleaned her plate, no arguments. His own appetite had dwindled to the point where he couldn’t endure more than a few bites, but he lied and told her that he ate often in the day. He worried about his sister, who was looking paler by the day and whose happy smile had all but disappeared. She’d kept her innocence but lost her sparkle, and Touya was at a loss for how to bring it back.

What Touya didn’t realize was that Yue had similar concerns about him. At first he’d assumed his slave’s obedience to be what it seemed – an admission of defeat. He’d struggled and resisted and lost every time, so naturally he must have accepted Yue’s dominion over him. It was not until he noticed the boy’s sunken eyes and trembling hands that he wondered if something else was at work.
He was losing weight, that was plain enough to see, and his tanned skin had gone sickly pale. For long periods he lapsed into staring at nothing at all, and didn’t hear Yue’s summons until he’d repeated himself twice. A climax, and then any erection at all, became impossible to coax from Touya’s body – at times Yue sensed he wasn’t even aware of Yue’s touch. Incredible though it seemed, after such a short time, Yue had to admit that his beautiful slave was wilting before his very eyes.
On the evening of the seventh day, Yue took his chin and forced Touya to look at him, studying him carefully. Once full of so much challenge, his black eyes were dull and lifeless.
“You’re ill, slave,” he decided, and Touya blinked.
“-m not your slave,” he mumbled. “And I never get sick.”
“Nevertheless, you are. I don’t think you’re eating.”
He tilted Touya’s chin first one way and then another, examining him, and impatiently Touya knocked his hand away. “So what?”
The half-hearted swipe could not have accomplished anything, had Yue not willingly relinquished his hold. He stood. “So, I expect my slaves to stay healthy. I cannot enjoy you if you insist on starving to death.”
“I’d rather starve than ever let you touch me again.”
“Watch your tone, slave,” Yue snapped. “And you will eat, if I have to force you myself. Is that what you want?”
“I want to go home.”
“You are home,” Yue reminded him testily. “And in my castle you’ll obey my orders. Perhaps if I have your food brought up here, and watch my servants feed you every bite, you’ll understand how much I mean that.”
Touya looked up sharply, and there was a momentary flash of life in his eyes. “What about my sister?”
“What about her?”
“You said I could see her!”
“Your health is more important.”
“No!” With a speed that startled Yue, Touya jumped to his feet with clenched fists. “You said I could! You promised.”
“Provided you behave, if you remember.”
“You have to let me see her, it’ll scare her if I’m not there. She needs to see me.”
Yue raised an eyebrow, thoughtfully. “I wonder which one of you is really more dependent on the other.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Touya demanded, but Yue did not answer.
“You dine here tonight. Finish your meal and you can see her again tomorrow.”
“You can’t!”
“I assure you I can. I will call for a servant to bring a plate up shortly.” The stricken look in his slave’s eyes provoked a fleeting wisp of pity, and Yue might have considered rescinding his decision had Touya not crumpled to the floor in a heap of misery. He was too weak to argue any further.
Resolved, Yue left the bedroom and contacted Ralen. “Have someone bring my slave’s plate to my chambers, he’ll be eating here tonight. Tell the girl her brother is ill.”
“Yes, my lord,” Ralen replied, in his usual obsequious tone. Yue could almost hear the servant drawing his own conclusions, but it mattered little to him. Let Ralen think whatever he wanted, Yue was only concerned about the health of his new slave.

“Sick?” Sakura repeated in disbelief. Anxiously she looked from the table set for one back to Ralen. “Onii-chan never gets sick.”
A light shrug was his response. “That’s what Lord Yue told me.”
“Can I see him? Maybe I can help take care of him.”
For some reason, Ralen snorted at that, barely concealing his amusement. “I don’t think so. Just eat your dinner, little girl, and let Yue ‘take care’ of your brother.”
Sakura didn’t like the way he said that, but Ralen was hovering close and she backed away, into the tea room. It scared her when he got so close, no matter what Tomoyo said. And now that she would be eating alone, without even the company of her brother, Sakura felt like crying. She spent the entire day looking forward to seeing him.
“Do… you think he’ll be better tomorrow?” she whispered.
“Couldn’t tell you. But if you’re lonely, I’ll keep you company.”
Sakura flinched and sank into the cushions of the sofa, hugging her arms to her waist. “I’m okay.”
“I’ll stay anyway.” Ralen dropped onto the cushion beside hers, stretching his arms out along the sofa’s back, and she shrank away from his nearness. Every time they were alone he came closer and closer. “Well? Go on and eat.”

“Eat,” Yue commanded, lacing his fingers together as he reclined in his chair and never looking away from his sullen slave. They were in the first room of Yue’s chambers, his never-used ‘study’, and Touya was sulking in one of the hardback wooden chairs before him. In the other, one of his servants clutched a plate nervously.
“I can feed myself,” Touya spat, glaring at first her and then Yue.
“Clearly that’s not the case. I want to watch her feed you.” Impatiently he motioned for her to scoot closer and she did, properly wary of Touya but even more frightened of Yue. Touya looked as though he was about to rip the plate from her hands, and Yue spoke up again in warning. “Cooperate, slave, or we will only repeat this tomorrow night.”
There was no need to mention the sister, he could see her in Touya’s eyes. Reluctantly he subsided and opened his mouth, allowing the timid servant to feed him a forkful of steamed vegetables.
Yue found the sight oddly appealing, perhaps because it was so obvious how much his slave detested it. The boy truly hated being made helpless. Aware of his growing arousal, Yue licked his lips.
Almost as if he could hear Yue’s thoughts, Touya flashed a dark look in his direction before accepting a mouthful of roast pork. Yue did not deign to respond, only watched in silence as his servant continued her task. The meal progressed and the food disappeared at a slower and slower rate, Touya taking an unreasonable amount of time to chew and swallow. The plate wasn’t half clean yet when he turned his face away.
“No more. I’m full.”
“It’s for me to decide when you’re finished,” Yue contradicted. “I told you that you would eat every bite, did you think I didn’t mean it?”
“I can’t eat anymore,” Touya insisted. Annoyed, Yue snapped his fingers and pointed to the plate.
“Finish it.” He would not let his slave starve. Touya looked unhappily at the waiting dinner and swallowed, apparently bracing himself. Then he opened his mouth again.
That’s more like it, Yue thought, pleased. Obedient, submissive. I’ll train him yet.
Touya endured a few more bites, looking a little paler, then clamped his mouth shut.
“Open your mouth, slave.”
“No more,” Touya muttered. “Can’t.”
“You will.”
Touya shook his head, and uncertainly the blonde girl looked from him to Yue for direction.
“Keep going,” he ordered coldly.
“I don’t want it. I’m full.”
“Do you want me to force your mouth open for you?” Yue snapped, irritable that his slave kept resisting him over such a trivial matter. “I’ll be very angry if I have to do that.”
His servant girl trembled, but Touya didn’t seem to care very much about the hinted threat. He raised an arm – both of them, since they were chained together – and tried to wipe a sleeve across his brow. Yue saw that his hands were shaking and felt a fresh burst of anger, along with worry. His slave must eat.
“I will count to three. One.” Touya looked at him and then the waiting forkful of broccoli, as if it would attack him. “Two.” Then he looked down, squeezing his chains in his fists. “Three.”
Touya opened his mouth and took the food.
“That’s good. Again.”
Making a face, his slave swallowed, and opened his mouth again. This time it was another cut of meat, a little on the biggish side since it was the last piece. Stiffly Touya took it in his mouth and began to chew, and then kept on chewing. After what seemed an inordinate amount of time he finally swallowed, and Yue nodded in satisfaction. Not far to the end now.
Then, quite abruptly, his satisfaction disappeared. Touya convulsed and gagged in an alarming manner, and then slid right off his chair to collapse on the floor. The servant shrieked in surprise and jumped to her feet, dropping the plate and everything still on it to the floor. Yue didn’t even have a chance to rebuke her before Touya gagged again and threw up his entire dinner. Paper white, he rolled onto his back and lay still.
“Oh no!” the girl fretted, mistaking Yue’s expression for anger. “Please, master, I’ll clean it up.”
“Go on,” he ordered, and she scurried out of the room for some cloths. Tenderly he scooped the inert form of his slave off the floor and carried him back into his bedroom; then on second thoughts took him directly outside to the balcony. Touya didn’t open his eyes when Yue arranged him on one of the benches, but his breathing was shallow and uneven, the rise and fall of his lungs abnormally fast. A hand to his brow confirmed fever.
“Shh,” Yue soothed, cooling his touch with a nudge of magic. The powerful lord was perplexed, and genuinely anxious now for the wellbeing of his slave. He simply didn’t understand it; humans had to eat to stay alive and Touya was clearly not eating. So why would his body reject food after so many days of hunger, why would the boy’s condition only worsen?
You couldn’t tie him up, he’d be miserable. Put him in a cage and he’ll die.
Yue filled one of his wine goblets with water and tipped a small amount between his lips, gratified to see that he swallowed. A cloth soaked in cool water he folded and left on his forehead. Dusk thickened into night, the stars sprinkled across the sky, and still Touya slept restlessly, panting and hot to the touch. Yue remained at his side all the while, watching and thinking, and the moon had already set by the time Touya’s fever broke. Quieted by Yue’s cool hands, his breathing evened out and he lay still.
“Living in my room is killing you, isn’t it?” Yue murmured, confident that Touya was beyond hearing him. “If you’re to be any good to me, I shall have to loosen your leash.”
Unprecedented, the number of priveleges he was granting this would-be thief, but his rapid deterioration just couldn’t be ignored. Yue would have his slave.

Touya opened his eyes, an action that promptly exhausted him and made him inclined to go back to sleep. He almost did and then hesitated, blinking once or twice. Something was different.
He felt horrible, of course, but that was nothing new. It was really bad, this time, Touya didn’t think he’d be able to roll over, let alone stand up. He thought his body must already be dead, and that it was merely a matter of time before the rest of him joined it.
But something was still different. He tried to focus on the ceiling overhead and couldn’t find it – there was only a thin and pale blue. He breathed, and the air was cool and fresh.
“You’re awake.”
If Touya had the energy, he would have jumped at the sound of Yue’s voice. Instead he turned his head slightly and found Yue lounging on the wide rail of his balcony, resting his chin on one drawn-up knee and watching Touya intently. It was not until he saw him, framed by the fine blue sky, that Touya realized he was outside.
He inhaled again, grateful for it if a little confused. The last thing he could remember was eating dinner, at Yue’s direction. His memory blurred after that, and he had only the vague recollection of cool hands on his face and a soft voice.
“What -” he tried, but only a hoarse rasp came out. His throat throbbed angrily in protest.
“Don’t,” Yue advised. “You’re still quite weak. Today you rest.”
I’m not weak, Touya wanted to say, but he couldn’t summon the energy to try. Silently he watched Yue turn his face and gaze toward the west. His silver hair, flowing down to floor of the balcony, glowed in the rosy dawn light and Touya realized it was the first time he’d ever seen Yue in the day. Some part of him had been wondering if he couldn’t face daylight at all, but clearly that wasn’t the case. Still, he had a feeling Yue preferred the night.
“I’ve made a decision,” Yue announced, interrupting his thoughts. “Once you’ve recovered, you are no longer confined to my chambers. The balcony is open to you, as are the upper floors of my castle.”
Not once did he look at Touya as he spoke, eyes still on the western horizon, the placid pitch of his voice giving no indication that he thought his words were important. Stunned, Touya wondered if he’d heard him correctly.
“However, you are not permitted to go beyond the main stairway that leads to the great hall. Disobey me and you’ll be severely punished, and the privelege will be withdrawn. In addition, I expect you to be in my chambers when I return in the evening. You won’t like it if I have to come find you. Is that understood?”
He turned his frosty eyes back on Touya, and even in the daylight they glittered like ice. Touya could do nothing but nod. Of course he wanted to ask why, but at the moment he was still too exhausted to speak. And in any case it might not be a good idea to press. Touya would take what was given.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was well overhead in the sky. He didn’t remember falling asleep, though he must have. Rest seemed to be helping; he still felt weak but it wasn’t as bad as earlier. A breeze played with his hair and he closed his eyes briefly, relishing the touch. Just to be outside again was like a miracle, it was the first time in days he’d felt sunlight on his face.
He wanted to see more of it. Carefully, moving slowly, he pressed his hands against the cushions underneath him and pushed himself to a sitting position. Before him the astonishing view of Terriene presented itself, the city cradled in a valley between languid green foothills. He’d never seen it by day, and for the first time he saw the river Balta flowing west toward the not-quite-visible ocean. He could also see the mountains more clearly, a darker green and not so detailed as the hills, but still heartrendingly visible.
He didn’t have the chance to stare for more than a few seconds before his solitude was interrupted. Scurrying out of the shadows somewhere behind him, a servant rushed to his side and knelt.
“Please sir, what can I bring you?”
“Huh?” Touya looked blankly at the bowed blonde head, and she turned her face up. She was the same girl who’d fed him dinner, he remembered, and she’d often been part of the group that supervised his bathing.
“Water?” she prompted in suggestion. “Or some food?”
“Um, water.” She ducked her head and dashed back to the doorway behind him, leaving him alone on the balcony. There was no sign of Yue. Relieved, Touya stood and took a few careful steps to the rail. Wide and flat, it was ideal for sitting on if one didn’t look too closely at the immense drop below.
“Oh sir, you shouldn’t,” the servant chastised upon her return. “Master Yue’s instructions are for you to rest.”
Touya beckoned for her to come closer, took the brimming glassful of water out of her hands, and drank without replying.
“Er, isn’t it dangerous to sit there? Wouldn’t you prefer to rest on the bench?”
“I’m fine,” Touya muttered.
“Can I get you anything?”
“Privacy.” She blinked, confused, and Touya sighed. “Go away,” he elaborated.
“Oh, I couldn’t. My instructions are to serve you and attend to your needs so that you can rest. If you have no need of anything just now, I shall wait until you do.”
Touya rolled his eyes. Then, for some reason, an image of Kaho flashed through his mind and his stomach rumbled. His exposure to fresh air seemed to have rekindled a little of his appetite – for the first time in days he actually felt hungry.
“Some food, then,” he sighed. “Not too much, just a bowl of chicken broth.”
“Yes sir.” She ducked her head again and fled the balcony, obviously eager to serve. Again Touya rolled his eyes. Was he slave or royalty?
“Make up your mind, Yue.”
Maybe he was just worried about Touya? He grunted wryly at the notion, certain that a creature like Yue was incapable of worrying for others. Those cold and cruel eyes forbade it. But he did allow Touya out of his room.
Touya pushed the contradicting thoughts out of his head and concentrated on just enjoying the view. It was a beautiful spring day, warm and soft, and his mood had improved considerably by the time the girl returned with a tray.
“Your broth, sir.”
He shuffled back to the cushioned bench and sat down, and she tried to feed him a spoonful.
“Give me that.” Wearily he plucked bowl and spoon from her hands, and she cringed slightly.
“As you wish, sir.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Calling me sir. Name’s Touya. What’s yours?”
She looked surprised, and shook her head quickly. “Oh no, sir, I have been given no leave to answer questions. My instructions are -”
“I know. And I want you to tell me your name, so do it before I get annoyed. Can’t rest if I’m annoyed.”
She wavered a little, then dropped her voice to a hushed tone. “Aya.”
“Okay.” He considered apologizing for threatening to hurt her, that first morning in the bathroom, then decided it was better to just let it go. At least he was letting her do her job now. “Been here long?”
“I have been given no leave to -”
“Right. Never mind, just go.” With a resigned air he motioned back to the doorway and she retreated, leaving him to finish the bowl in peace.

Touya spent the remainder of the day lounging on the balcony, watching the guard patrolling below and just generally relaxing. He was still bored but just being outside made a world of difference; the mere absence of those suffocating walls was enough to drain all the tension from his body. When the sun began to drop in the west he thought about Sakura, and wondered whether he would see her tonight. He couldn’t quite remember, but he had a feeling that he didn’t finish his dinner the night before like Yue ordered. Would he force Touya through that again?
The sky turned pink and gold, illuminating ribbons of cloud and creating deep shadows between the hills. A door opened and shut, and Aya dropped to the floor when Yue appeared in the balcony doorway.
“Good evening, master.”
“Dismissed.” He didn’t even look at her as she sidled into the shadows, eyes on Touya alone. Sitting on the balcony rail, the human didn’t move. “That’s rather dangerous, slave. You could fall.”
“Concerned?” Touya asked sarcastically. “I’m touched. Besides, you were sitting here.”
Yue looked amused at that, and did not reply. He’d crossed the width of the balcony, and Touya didn’t like the idea of facing him while sitting in this vulnerable position. He slid off the rail to stand, but he didn’t have a chance to get away before Yue was there, trapping him against the stone barrier.
After so many days of apathetic torpor, Touya had essentially ceased to notice Yue’s presence. Now alert, in the cool brisk air of evening, mere inches between them, Touya could feel his body responding to Yue’s nearness. Those eyes simply weren’t human, sparkling like gems in the dying light of the sun and examining him so thoroughly. His heart beat faster, and he fought to keep his breathing even and unconcerned. One fingertip traced along his jaw and held his chin in place, keeping eye contact.
“It is an improvement,” Yue decided. “Fresh air obviously suits you.”
“I could have told you that days ago.”
“What matters is that you’re recovering.”
The balcony fell quiet. Yue never seemed bothered by silence, and continued to stare.
“Can I -” Touya started, then hastily bit his tongue. “I want to see my sister tonight,” he declared, firmly. But he knew Yue had caught the slip, it would have been impossible to miss that spark of triumph in his eyes. They were so close. The gentle press of Yue’s body against his own was so gradual he hadn’t even noticed at first, and too late he realized Yue was pressing him back against the stone rail. He was everywhere, the hard muscles rubbing against his own, the light exhalation of breath on his cheek, and his scent. Touya hadn’t consciously noticed it before now, always more concerned with Yue’s roaming hands, but the subtle aroma had registered. It was the fresh zip in the air before rain fell, or the lingering mist come evening. Recognition of it in his own body kickstarted preparation for what usually followed, and Touya felt the rush of blood to his groin.
Yue placed a hand on his chest, and inside his heart jumped. But Yue did not move to further explore him, and instead retreated half a step back. His eyes were so hungry Touya could not look at them.
“Go on then,” Yue murmured. “Dismissed.”

Dinner that night was awkward, spent fending off Sakura’s anxious questions about his illness – most of which he couldn’t even remember. Whatever happened, it must have been the cause of Yue’s surprising allowances. And he was too distracted to fuss over his sister’s wellbeing very much, his mind still on that encounter on the balcony. Yue wanted him, that much was obvious, but rather than pursue it he’d let him go. Earlier than usual, even.
Saving himself for later?
The portions on his plate were smaller than usual, and motivated by some half-memory Touya did his best to clean his plate. Sakura pleaded with him to never miss another dinner, and he promised that he would not. Then came their ritual goodnight kiss, followed by Ralen returning his chains and the journey back to Yue’s bedchambers. At first neither said anything, but when Touya took a step toward the far end of the rug Yue shook his head.
“At my feet, slave. You know this.”
Warily Touya approached the chair and dropped to the floor in front of it, arms encircling his folded legs. Yue patted his head and he flinched.
“How do you feel?”
“-m okay.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
The hand hadn’t left his head, and now he could feel Yue stroking his hair in a leisurely fashion. Some minutes of silence passed, suffocating Touya in an unbearable tension.
“Well?” he finally snapped.
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to… do something?” Glaring at the rug, he could feel Yue’s amused expression.
“Would you like me to ‘do something’?” Yue asked lightly.
“No. I just want to be ready to fight it, that’s all.”
“I see.” He could hear no trace of anger in Yue’s tone, and nothing that signaled attack. He spoke almost thoughtfully. “Then you needn’t worry, slave. I told you, today you rest.”
He sounded sincere, and Touya blinked. “Oh.” He relaxed against the arm of the chair and leaned his head back against it, closing his eyes. “And I’m not your slave.”
From his position, he could have never seen the smile that crossed Yue’s face. The spirit was back.

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

I do apologize for the recent stagnation, as far as updates – Christmas vacation and all that. However, I’ve already written most of the next two chapters and can promise weekly updates up to 14. After that, we’ll see.

For those impatient for it, I promise there is lemon forthcoming in the next chapter. I’m trying very hard not to rush things just for the sake of my own fangirliness, so bear with me. And nobody pester me about Sakura, I haven’t forgotten her. It’s just that at this stage in the plot she doesn’t have much going on, though that will change. One sibling at a time.
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