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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 20
‘leash loosened’

The ride up the hill was a long one, and the day was not cool. Sweating and eager for a drink, the red roan clopped her way through the opened gateway and stopped at a tug on the reins. Lucky for the roan that her owner was neither cruel nor especially heavy, but it was a relief when she slid off her back anyway. Two small feet attached to a pair of extremely shapely legs hit the ground, and started walking. Bloody hell, it was a hot day.
“Tomoyo,” muttered the roan’s rider, “you really owe me one.”

Ralen stopped short on the steps, his anticipatory smile fixed rather blankly on his face in surprise. When word came that a dark-haired girl had come to visit the slave he’d naturally hit a brisk pace for the entrance hall, only too happy to watch a performance like the last one. It was bad enough that the brother got over his shame and started dining with his sister again, but since Yue gave orders to let her outdoors every day Ralen hadn’t had a chance to spend more than five minutes alone with the slave. It was frustrating, and he wanted release.
But this girl wasn’t the same as the last one. She had dark hair, yes, but this hair was long and perfectly straight, swishing like a curtain about her when she heard his footsteps and turned. She had a pretty face, high cheekbones and an exotic dark tint to the skin, but the sharp eyes were anything but appealing. Something about them struck Ralen as prideful.
“Can I help you?”
“Yeah, you can get me a drink of water. I’m dying here. And then you can show me to the slave, and then you can show the both of us to a room where I’ll have plenty of space to work. Something tells me that won’t be a problem, here. What?” She arched her eyebrows at Ralen’s nonplussed stare. “Am I talking too fast or something?”
Ralen’s reservations rapidly sharpened to dislike. “…and you are?”
“Oh yes.” She crossed the distance between them in two long strides, extending her hand instead of curtsying. “Meilin. I’m the dance teacher.”
Ralen ignored the hand. “The what?”
“The dance teacher,” she repeated practically. “Someone outside told me that you’re in charge of the slave that lives here, so I assume you were told. I’m here for her dancing lessons.”
Again Ralen stared. “I’m afraid there’s been some mistake, Marian -”
“Meilin.”
“Whatever. As you said, I am responsible for the slave and I would know about any ‘dancing lessons’. There are none. You’re at the wrong house.”
“Big white castle, top of the hill, belongs to a man named Yue? No, I think I’m at the right place. So, anytime you’re ready.”
“Listen, honey. I don’t know who you are or why you’re here, but you should know that no woman tells me what to do in this castle. If you want to see the slave… well, I’ll need a little compensation for it.” Ralen sidled closer, casting a suggestive look over her trim body. “Something for my trouble, you underst -”
Ralen cut himself short with a strangled yelp of pain, frozen in place by the very deft and sure grip on a certain piece of anatomy. It hurt, and when she squeezed it hurt more.
“Your name is Ralen, right?” she asked in a flinty tone. “I was warned about you. Ever try to touch me again and I’ll wrench it right off. From what I’ve heard, I’d be doing the world a favor.”
She let go and he took a hasty step backward, wheezing slightly. “Insolent bitch,” he swore, which prompted nothing but a raised eyebrow on her part. “I’ll have you thrown out of this castle.”
“Fine. But then your slave doesn’t get her dancing lessons and then her owner gets angry at you for running off the teacher.”
“As I’ve said, twice now, there are no dancing lessons. Yue has never hired any instruction for his slaves, and even if he did he wouldn’t do it without informing me. I’m in charge of all matters concerning slaves.”
“Are you sure?”
Ralen was opening his mouth to say that of course he was sure, damn it, when the scene of Yue and Touya bathing together flashed through his mind. And then there was that time that Touya showed up in the tea room without any warning from Yue, and Sakura’s outdoor walks.
“I’m… sure,” he faltered, and the girl shrugged.
“I’m off, then. No big deal if you’re wrong, I guess, I’m sure your boss is a very forgiving sort of person.”
She made as if to turn and Ralen spoke without thinking.
“Wait.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll call him. That will settle things once and for all.”
“Go ahead.” She crossed her arms with a rather imperious air that Ralen found personally offensive on a female, and he scowled. The faster he put all this dancing nonsense to rest, the better.
“Lord Yue,” he addressed, hand on his communication gem. “I -”
“Not now, Ralen.”
“But I have to ask you about -”
“Whatever it is, yes,” Yue snapped, with an edge of impatience that Ralen knew better than to test. The link went silent and Meilin smiled sweetly.
“That sounded like a yes to me. Can we get going?”
Utterly ridiculous. But the inherently cautious Ralen couldn’t bring himself to throw her out, not with the slim chance her story was actually true. So, walking rather tenderly, he gave in and led her up the stairs and through the castle. Sakura had returned from her walk a little while ago and was humming a tune as she swung on her perch when they entered the throne room.
Her stare was as nonplussed as Ralen’s had been, but Meilin didn’t even blink at the oversized bird cage. Just as she’d done earlier she strode right up to the bars and extended her hand, though the smile she wore was friendlier this time.
“Hi, you must be Sakura. I’m Meilin.”
“How do you do?” Sakura replied, rather uncertainly, placing her hand in Meilin’s for a brief tug of a handshake. Bewildered green eyes looked to Ralen for an explanation.
“Today’s your lucky day, slave. You’ve got a visitor.”
“Teacher,” Meilin was quick to clarify. Ralen grumbled and turned the key, opening the door to allow her freedom. “If we could have a room as big as this, with a wooden floor, that would be ideal.”
Sakura looked confused. “Teacher of what?”
“Dancing, of course.” Meilin snatched Sakura’s hand and pulled her along with strides nearly matching Ralen’s in length, following him across the corridor and down a couple flights of stairs, up to a pair of elegant doors that Ralen hadn’t opened in a long time. When he yanked at one handle and revealed the vast ballroom beyond, Sakura gasped.
“Perfect,” Meilin appraised. Sakura in tow, she sailed through the open door before Ralen could put a foot over the threshold. “We’ll be a few hours, at least, and don’t forget to send up some of that water. Bye now.”
And without any further ado she turned and shut the door neatly in his face.

Sakura was so shocked she simply stared, round-eyed, at this new arrival who so blithely dismissed Ralen. Never had she seen a woman in this castle act in such a manner.
“That’s better,” Meilin sighed, and let a bag hanging over her shoulder fall to her hand before setting it carefully down on the floor. “Tomoyo told me he was a bullying pervert, and she was being kind. I don’t think we could practice with him nosing around and leering at us.”
She paced away from Sakura as she spoke, swinging her arms in wide circles to loosen her muscles. The action vaguely reminded Sakura of someone else, but she was too surprised to follow through on the thought.
“Tomoyo, from Silken Flowers? You know her?”
“Sure I know her. She’s the one that asked me to come up here and see if I could get you out of that cage you’re stuck in all day. I said it was too far and too much of a hassle, but she persisted.” With an easy grace Meilin rolled forward onto her hands and pointed her toes to the ceiling, flashing a grin in Sakura’s direction. “She’s a good egg, but too persuasive for my own good sometimes.”
Sakura watched her flip back over onto her feet and straighten, her lovely black hair falling around her like a veil. “Tomoyo… asked you to come? For my sake?”
“Well I didn’t come up here for the view.”
“Oh…”
Very unexpectedly, Sakura found herself struggling to hold back tears. Tomoyo had taken the trouble to visit her and then persuade a friend to do the same, just to help her, when she never had to do anything at all. And now this new girl, Meilin, had also come so that she would not have to be alone. Surely she did not deserve such kindness.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Sakura said quickly, blinking them back. This was a silly time to cry. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just very grateful to you, that’s all.”
“Well, let’s get through one lesson before you start with that. Have you ever danced before?” Sakura shook her head. “Ever seen anyone dance?” Again, no. “Do you know anything about dancing at all?”
Sakura shook her head a third time and Meilin exhaled, flicking a long strand of black hair out of her face. “So we start from nothing. Well, come over here so we can begin. Get rid of those slippers.”
She knelt to unlace her own boots and kicked them off, swinging one foot as high as her own head once she was in bare feet. Meilin wore pants, which Sakura had never seen a woman do except those back in her home village who assisted their brothers or husbands with outside chores. But these were close-fitting and of a much nicer appearance; she wore them paired with a tight blouse and the entire outfit seemed designed to emphasize her long legs and give total freedom of movement.
“I teach pleasure slaves the art of dancing because sooner or later they all realize their master might get tired of them, and discard them. Dancing is a skill, it keeps them useful and interesting to their owners. Trust me on this one, you want to stay interesting.”
She poked her lightly in the chest and a wide-eyed Sakura nodded rapidly.
“Of course, not every woman has the right abilities for dancing. Let’s see what you’re like – watch and copy me.” With sinuous grace Meilin lifted one foot off the floor and spun in a tight circle, hair swirling about her. “You try.”
Clumsily Sakura did her best to copy her, stumbling slightly when she’d completed one rotation. “Hey, not bad. Good posture, but hold your arms like this and tuck the other leg closer to your standing one. Try again.”
Once more she demonstrated and once more Sakura mimicked her. This time she experienced a tiny flutter of exhiliration when her dress rippled and flared around her, swishing when she came to a stop.
“Pretty good.” Meilin eyed her thoughtfully. “You’ve got good carriage; I think I can work with you. Now try this.”
And so the lesson began, Meilin demonstrating one peculiar posture or move after another and Sakura doing her very best to follow along. Without a doubt the other girl knew exactly what she was doing; her every move was sleek and graceful and when Sakura tried to imitate them she had plentiful suggestions and tips to improve the technique.
“You’re so wonderful at this,” she commented wistfully, when they’d stopped for a water break. “Do you dance for your master very often?”
Meilin looked up sharply, eyes flashing. “Master? I don’t have one of those – I’m no slave.”
Sakura was so surprised she simply stared, mouth open. “You’re not?”
“Do you see a collar around this neck?”
Sure enough it was bare. Sakura hadn’t even thought to look, so used to the many girls in this castle that wore one. Now thoroughly embarrassed, she blushed.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to assume, I just thought… because you knew Tomoyo…”
As quickly as it had come, the spark faded from Meilin’s eyes and she relaxed. “I see. No, I’m not a slave, but both Tomoyo and I work with them. That’s how we met. When I first came to Terriene, I found work as a dancer and got to be pretty good at it.” She tossed her head back for a large swallow of water.
“I started attracting a regular crowd, and some of the rich ones asked me to give dancing lessons to their pleasure slaves. Started teaching on the side, and before I knew it I was making more money that way than just dancing. Some trader heard about me and asked me to come by and give lessons to all the slaves he was about to sell, and that’s where I met Tomoyo. She and I go shopping sometimes.”
“Oh.”
“Now then.” She set her glass back down on the floor with a plunk, and dove into her bag. “Time for you to see what the final product looks like. Do you know what this is?”
She opened her fist to reveal what looked like a glass globe on her palm, amethyst in color and perfectly smooth. Sakura shook her head. “It’s a musical sphere, something only magic can create. My cousins made it for me before I left home. Comenze.”
The moment the foreign word left her lips something came to life in the small globe, glowing like a ball of purple fire. When she lowered her hand the ball remained where it was, floating mid-air, and hardly had Sakura grasped this oddity when it produced a strange sound. It was music.
No one in her village owned any kind of instrument, she had only read about them in books, and so never had she experienced the beauty of a solitary stringed instrument. A second one joined the first after a few moments, creating between them a piece with such perfect harmony that Sakura was almost moved to tears.
And that was without the added effect of Meilin’s dancing. At the very first note she had rolled up onto her feet and begun, performing a stunning combination of the moves she’d just shown Sakura along with many others, leaping and twirling and flipping like flower petals caught in the wind. It was an amazing show, and when the music tapered off Sakura applauded enthusiastically.
“That was beautiful!”
“Thanks. Think you can learn to do the same?”
“Oh, I never could.”
“Well… maybe not like that exactly. But close. Finis.” She opened up her hand underneath the sphere and its glow died, dropping into her palm like a commonplace bauble. “The important thing is to practice, since I won’t be able to visit you every day.”
Sakura’s face fell. “You can’t?”
“Oh no, much too far. And I have other clients in Terriene to work with. But I’m willing to ride up here once a week if you promise to practice what I teach you on your own time. Do you think you’ll be able to?”
Sakura thought, and nodded. “Mm. Every day the captain takes me outside when he exercises his horse – I should have plenty of space in the courtyards to practice.” Her cheeks grew rather warm when she thought about Li watching as she tried to dance, but there wasn’t any other way she could think of. Meilin raised her eyebrows.
“Syaoran takes you on walks? How’d he get roped into that?”
“Who’s Syaoran?”
“You probably know him as Li. Only his sisters and I call him by his first name.”
For the second time Sakura stared at Meilin with her mouth gaping open, completely taken aback. Never had it occurred to her that Li was not his given name, and the thought that this stranger knew it, and him, so well was rather disquieting.
“You know Li?”
“Sure I know him.” Meilin wasn’t paying any attention to her, combing her hair up into a swift knot. “He’s my cousin. We grew up together in Port Corryn; we’ve been best friends for years.”
“Oh,” Sakura managed, after a heartbeat or two of silence. “How nice. You’ll be able to visit him, then.”
“That’s the plan. I don’t think even Tomoyo could have convinced me to ride all the way up here just for you, but I figured it would give me a chance to see him too. Small world, huh?” She grinned, and Sakura returned the smile weakly. “We’re done here, that’s enough for a first day and I’m starting to get hungry anyway. You know where we can find that blonde jerk?” If she noticed Sakura’s downcast eyes when she nodded, she didn’t show it. “Good. Let’s go.” As an afterthought, she reached out and patted Sakura on the shoulder after standing.
“You should be happy. You did really well today.”
“I am,” Sakura said quickly. “I’m fine.”

“I’m fine, you know,” Touya said tersely, for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “Really.”
Yue remained unperterbed by Touya’s bristling glare, gazing at the many droplets of water swirling in the air over his hand. “I never said you weren’t.”
“Yes you did, because you’re here, watching me, instead of wherever it is you usually hide during the day. You think I’m going to collapse and go into a seizure again, don’t you? Well I’m not. I’m not weak.”
That last part came out a touch defensively, as if he was trying to convince himself as well as Yue. He spared the boy a quick glance. “I would not say it, no. Adjusting to the life of a slave with some difficulty, yes. Your sister seems to have adapted more quickly than you.”
Touya made a face. “You’re not supposed to be looking at my sister.”
“It was difficult not to, last night.” Again the image of that light kiss flashed through Yue’s mind, irritating him, and he tried to banish the picture from his mind. “Perhaps she doesn’t suffer like you because she’s always lived under the command of another.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You were certainly quick to order her away last night,” Yue pointed out, and Touya spluttered.
“I’m her older brother, I’m head of our family. I’m… supposed to tell her what to do. And just because I do doesn’t mean I treat her like a slave.”
Yue shrugged, waving his hand in a gentle motion that brought all six droplets raining down on his balcony flowers. “If you say so.”
Touya narrowed his eyes and huffed. “Don’t you have anything else to do, besides bother me? You disappear every day until sunset; there must be something that keeps you busy.” His attention was supposedly on watering the flowers, but there was no mistaking the quick glance in Yue’s direction and the curiosity in his tone. “What do you do for all that time, anyway?”
Yue watched his slave shake the final few droplets of water over his flowers, having stubbornly insisted that he be allowed to help that servant with her chores because he liked keeping busy and besides, he did it every day. That precipitated an immediate argument, wherein Yue insisted it was not the place of a pleasure slave to perform such lowly tasks, and anyway he ought to be resting after what happened at dinner last night. Touya fired back the usual rejoinder that he was no pleasure slave, and that he was miserably bored without anything to do. In the end Yue allowed him to do only very light duties such as this, and in his company alone. A simple sharp look in the direction of his blonde servant girl had been enough to send her scurrying down the nearest flight of stairs, leaving them with total privacy.
“Come with me,” he ordered, the words leaving his mouth almost of their own accord, and turned away.
“What? Why?”
“Don’t argue,” Yue reproved, mimicking the words Touya had said to his sister the night before. “Just come.”
Another moment or two passed before he heard the watering canister set down on the floor, and the familiar clink of Touya’s chains. Doubtfully his slave followed him down the long corridor and up one or two flights of stairs, deep into the castle and probably well beyond what Touya had ever explored. Still up, past a winding stair that led directly into a room of all white marble, one of the highest points of the castle. Octagonal in shape, its walls had been built in such a fashion as to extend just beyond the corners rather than actually meet at them. The result was that the free air flowed through the room, though it had no windows, an occasional gust tickling the water spraying forth from four small fountains. Each boasted its own design. The skylight above allowed in the light, glittering in both the water droplets and the many crystals.
Yue watched Touya take it all in, his mouth open and expression awed, every inch of his body telling Yue that the boy had never seen such a room. He wouldn’t have expected him to.
“Wow…” he breathed, at last. “What is this place?”
“This is my personal retreat. Where I pass the day.”
“What do you do here?”
Yue hesitated. “I meditate.”
“On what?”
“Various things.”
His dark eyes dropped from the skylight to the floor, and Yue knew he was looking at the circular design set within the four fountains. Both the sun and the crescent moon inlaid into its rays had been accentuated with crystals, at certain points, the gems positioned on slim posts of different heights. His hand was almost on one when Yue intercepted it, snatching his wrist in a iron grip.
“Touch nothing,” he ordered, voice hard. “The position of every crystal has been precisely arranged.”
Touya looked back at him with rather wide eyes, and nodded. “Okay.” Yue relaxed his grip and Touya pulled free, putting a safe two paces between them. “Protective.”
“Nothing can be disturbed.”
“How do your servants clean anything?”
“No one is allowed up here.” Touya looked up sharply, but Yue’s expression remained even. His black eyes were wary.
“Just like no one sleeps in your room.”
The boy had been asking questions. Yue nodded, purposefully ignoring Touya’s real meaning. “Exactly.”
A whisper of a breeze was the only sound, and the faint spray of water from fountains – wind, water, fire, earth. His black eyes were more than wary now, they were full of nervous fear. Something about Yue’s answers scared him.
“I’m gonna go now.”
Yue opened his mouth to say that Touya was not dismissed, but never had the chance before the boy turned and promptly hit the floor face-first. When he’d backed up the chain had somehow become looped around one foot and caught when he tried to turn around.
Touya growled in frustration and banged his fists against the floor, quick to roll over and draw his legs in as if Yue would pounce any moment. “I hate these chains. Why can’t you just take them off, permanently?”
“I feel easier, knowing you’re wearing them.”
“Why?” pressed Touya. “Do you really think I’m going to run off the minute they’re gone?”
“It is not within your ability to escape me,” Yue snapped, his tone stronger than he’d intended. Startled, Touya drew back a little and watched him nervously. It took a full deep breath for Yue to compose himself.
“But you will wear them, until you’ve accepted the fact that you are my slave.”
Hands gripping the chain links clenched. “Never.”
“And so they stay.”
Another growl rolled down Touya’s throat. “There has to be something I can do.”
“It is not a negotiation, slave, you belong to me and must do what I say. There’s nothing you can offer me I couldn’t order you to do.”
Touya looked momentarily stricken, at his words, then set his jaw and turned his face away. “I could…”
The mumbled words that followed were too softly spoken for even Yue to hear, and he cocked his head curiously. “What was that?”
“I could…” Touya swallowed, seeming to nerve himself. “Be… good. For you.”
“What?”
“When you do… those things. I’ll -” Pause, another swallow. “- participate.”
Stunned, Yue stared down at his slave and Touya looked away, glaring fiercely at some point on the floor. He hadn’t realized just how desperate the boy was to escape his chains, and never had it occurred to him while holding down his slave and dominating him that he would ever participate. Such an action could not be ordered or forced; Yue was wrong. There was something Touya could offer. His sullen and defiant slave would come to him willingly, touch him and try to please him. Yue’s blood ran hot at the very idea.
In two small steps he was standing before Touya, still crumpled on the floor at his feet.
“On your knees,” he ordered, voice husky with desire. Touya looked nervous but complied, and Yue glided one hand through his black hair. The hand swept downward, cupped his jaw, and then finally trailed a finger across his lips. “Open,” Yue instructed, when Touya did nothing. Uncertainly Touya parted his lips and Yue slipped his finger inside, rubbing it to and fro in his slave’s warm and wet mouth.
“If you were to participate,” Yue murmured, “you would close your lips around me and suck. You would beg me not to pull away.”
There was only a moment’s hesitation before Touya sealed his lips completely around Yue’s finger and began to actively suck. The desperation in his motions nearly brought Yue to his own knees, and as it was he shuddered with lust. He would not be able to continue like this. Reluctantly he tried to withdraw and nearly crumpled a second time when Touya leaned forward to keep the finger in his mouth. He had to place his other hand on Touya’s brow to keep him still before he was able to extricate it.
The room fairly echoed with Yue’s heavy breathing.
“Come,” he ordered, and backed towards the center of the room. Here was a large and flat blue cushion, his usual place when he spent the days in meditation, and gratefully he sank down onto its softness. “Show me how you will be ‘good’ for me.”
Cautious hope was evident in Touya’s features. “And you’ll take off the chains?”
“If you please me.”
His slave was still, and another moment of silence passed. It was a moment that Yue was sure Touya would refuse, back out, decide the chains were not so bad after all. Such fears evaporated when Touya dropped to his hands and knees and crawled toward him.

It was only a second or two that passed, Touya knew, but it seemed a lifetime that he stayed frozen where he was. Sheer panic engulfed him, when his action finally sank in and he realized what he’d done. Lowered himself, offered himself willingly to Yue and sucked on his finger like a pathetic – well, a pathetic slave. The warmth spreading through his body paralyzed him, for it was not fear of something terrible that kept Touya where he was.
It was fear of pleasure.
He should not do this, cried some rational and removed part of his mind. Freedom from these chains at such a price would bring no freedom at all. But Yue was there, lounging on a large cushion just a few steps away and the glitter in his eyes provoked another flush of warmth in Touya’s body. He should not do this, but he could not back away.
He found himself on his hands and knees, crawling toward Yue, without any recollection of making the decision. He came close enough to feel Yue’s exhalations against his own skin, and hesitated.
If you please me.
He must do this right, or Yue would not take away the chains. But how to begin? He tried to remember the things Yue did for him and leaned forward, tentatively touching his tongue to Yue’s earlobe. A sharp intake of breath signaled its effect, and Touya closed his lips over the flesh. Never mind that he was no longer an outmatched prisoner held down and forced to take it, never mind the thrills of excitement shooting through his blood as he actively initiated what he thought he hated. Yue had often kissed his neck and so Touya did the same, dropping a line of inexperienced chaste kisses along the jaw and down his neck.
“What are you waiting for?” whispered Yue, when Touya paused at his collar. “Keep going.”
Their eyes met just briefly, and Yue smoothed a hand down his chest in obvious direction. For the first time Touya undressed his master, unlacing each blue silken tie on his shirt and pushing the material back. It was difficult, with the chains still around his wrists, but Yue made no move to assist him as he uncovered first one and then the second shoulder. Usually he removed Touya’s fetters before beginning anything sexual, but this time he apparently intended to keep Touya’s incentive at the fore of his mind. He pulled at the blue sash around his waist, loosening it, and the jacket was almost free when the blue gem adorning it came to life.
“Lord Yue,” Ralen addressed, prissily as usual. “I -”
“Not now, Ralen,” Yue growled, tilting his head back when Touya put his lips to Yue’s bare chest.
“But I have to ask you about -”
“Whatever it is, yes.” Yue removed the sleeves himself and tossed the garment a safe distance away, almost thrusting his chest up to Touya’s hesitant ministrations. Delicately Touya encircled one nipple with his tongue and then sucked.
Yue uttered a low hum of pleasure, though it was rare for him to make any sort of noise when they were together. He must be doing something right. Momentum gaining, Touya moved to the other nipple and repeated his actions, tracing a line across Yue’s chest with the tip of his tongue. And then lower –
Don’t do this, Touya.
- down to the waistline of his pants. One deep breath to nerve himself, and he curled his fingers over the hem and pulled. Yue lifted his hips to allow their complete removal, and spread his legs to either side of Touya. Gently, Touya touched his erection with his fingertips and it almost jumped; Yue’s hands gripped at the cushion with new force.
“Stroke me,” he ordered throatily, and Touya slipped his hand around his length like Yue had often done for him. It swelled and hardened under his touch, as if alive, and in response so did Touya’s. The reaction was so immediate that Touya had to catch his breath, and forcibly he tried to will it away. Why? He’d become used to it under Yue’s ministrations, but thus far Yue had hardly touched him.
Meanwhile, Yue’s desire was straining in his hand and had begun to leak moisture, slicking over his hand as it moved up and down. Yue’s eyelids lowered until they were mere slits and, quite unexpectedly, he purred. When Touya shot him a startled look he only smiled, and cupped a hand around Touya’s neck to direct him lower.
“There is more,” he explained, voice strained with lust, “than merely taking it in your mouth. Lick me, taste me, swirl your tongue around my flesh. And then suck me as you did with my finger, swallow me as completely as you can.”
Touya gulped and lowered his head between Yue’s thighs, gliding his tongue along the throbbing length as directed. Again Yue purred, and Touya’s erection stiffened so hard he could barely stand it. He was doing this for the sake of the chains, only the chains, he was not enjoying this and oh god, he was sure he would begin to leak any moment. In an effort to distract himself he poured all his concentration on Yue, exploring him with his tongue and slipping his lips around the tip as Yue had done for him. Yue’s breath came faster, more ragged, his body hot in Touya’s mouth.
He took as much into his mouth as he could, almost gagging, and sucked hungrily. Yue gasped and thrust his hips forward, every breath escaping with increasing urgency.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, that’s right. Yes… yes…oh… Toya!”
It was the first time Touya’s name ever left Yue’s lips and he froze, shocked. In the next second Yue climaxed, shooting his mouth full of hot white seed and then collapsing back to the cushion. Touya nearly choked, but managed to get the stuff down his throat just in time. His jaw muscles ached, and he gulped for air.
“Good boy,” Yue sighed, one hand resting alongside his face. “You did very well.”
Touya could not speak, his throat still burning and his lungs sore for air. He hardly noticed when Yue pulled the material of his shirt up to his shoulders, but flinched when his fingers loosened the knot at his waistline.
“No, I -”
“Shh,” Yue soothed, one firm hand on his shoulder to keep him on all fours. “Do not resist, I only want to only want to finish you. Because I’m quite sure you will need it.”
His pants fell to his knees and Touya flushed bright red, knowing his painful erection was visible to Yue. A hand slipped around it, light as a feather, and he trembled.
“You must never be ashamed of your arousal,” Yue murmured seductively in his ear, the other hand pushing damp hair up off his brow. “It is what I feel for you, you feel for me; you are my slave and this is how it should be. Perform as you were meant to, Toya.”
“I’m not your -” Touya interrupted himself with a strained grunt when his erection twitched again and he gasped for air. This heat was making him dizzy.
“You want it, don’t you?” The words came softer than air, Yue’s lips moving against his ear. “You want to finish it.”
All his rational thoughts and careful denials had been drowned out by the pounding in his bloodstream and Touya gave up trying to think. It hurt now, it would feel good to finish. “Yes,” he whispered.
“You do like it.”
“Yes.”
“I will finish you if you ask me. If you beg me.”
The pounding, it wouldn’t stop and Touya would explode. He wanted it, needed it more than he needed air to breathe. “Please,” he whimpered.
“Again.”
“Please! Yue, please…”
Afterwards, Touya would realize this was the first time he had ever called Yue by his name as well. Whether the master recognized that or not his hand finally moved, fondling Touya in rapid expert strokes that brought his hardness to completion in no time. With a broken groan he climaxed all over himself and Yue’s shirt, and collapsed. Yue caught him before he hit the floor face-first and held him flush against his chest, still between his legs. Something hot and wet slid down his cheeks, and Touya realized he was crying.
“You pleased me, slave. As I promised, the chains come off.” Yue waved a hand and both the manacles around his wrists and ankles unlatched themselves, falling away to the floor with a clatter.
He’d won. But somehow, he’d lost too.

This castle was not a place she could live in. It was grand and beautiful, sure, but so huge that everything was a ridiculous distance from everything else. It was too far away from the city and eerily quiet, at least to her urban ears, and nobody had anything to do except clean. It was, in a word, boring.
It wasn’t a place she could live, but that didn’t mean Meilin was above enjoying some of its finer appointments – such as the crystal clear pool in the bathing room. After a hot ride up the hill and a thoroughly strenuous lesson, she was only too happy to help herself to a bath once she found the room, and not at all bothered about asking permission. Soak completed, she splashed out of the water and toweled off, changing into the spare dress she’d packed in her bag.
Syaoran was waiting in the corridor when she left the room, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.
“What are you doing here?”
Meilin pouted, combing fingers through her damp hair. “Is that any way to greet your favorite cousin?”
“You’re my only cousin, Meilin, and you live in the city. What are you doing in this castle?”
“You don’t seem very surprised. How’d you know?”
“Saw your horse in the stable. Her right fore shoe is loose, by the way.”
“And you fixed it, didn’t you?”
Syaoran’s expression darkened by one or two degrees. “Of course I did.”
“Great! I owe you one.”
“You owe me an answer, and I’m still waiting for it.”
“Syaoran, why so suspicious? We’ve hardly seen each other since you were promoted and this is the way you treat me?” She affected a wounded expression, which prompted nothing on his part but a cynical raised eyebrow.
“Because I know you, Meilin, and I know you bring trouble wherever you go. Trouble in this castle makes me nervous, because I’m responsible for it.”
“Kicking men in the groin that deserve it is not trouble, it’s justice.” Meilin flashed him a bright smile and started walking; he kept pace with her long strides easily. “If you must know, I’m here for the slave.”
“Which one?”
“The girl, stupid, I’m here to give her dancing lessons. My friend Tomoyo asked me to come – she was up here a couple of weeks ago.”
“So you just walked in here and announced you’d give her lessons. Just like that.”
“I have people skills. You don’t. Try not to let it keep you up at night.”
She didn’t have to look to know Syaoran was rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll do that. Can I ask where you’re going now? This isn’t the way to the stables.”
“Isn’t it? Darn. Thing is, I was really hoping this place could spare me a room for the night.” Syaoran threw her a flabbergasted look and Meilin clasped her hands, working up the most pitiful expression she could manage. “It’s already evening, it’ll be dark before I’m even halfway down the hill. If I sleep here then I can have another lesson with the slave in the morning before I go, and besides… I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”
Syaoran heaved an annoyed sigh. “Meilin, I work here. Do you understand that concept, working for another person? I don’t have the authority to just let in family members and feed them and give them a room.”
“Come on, this place is huge. The owner can’t possibly notice me, can he?”
“It’s not Yue I’m worried about. It’s Ralen.”
“Oh, him.” Her lips twitched in a smile. “Don’t worry about him, Ralen and I have already come to an understanding.”
“Meilin, if you get me fired, I will never forgive you.”
“I love you too, Syaoran. You’re the best. Now, which room can I put my bag in? I want to lay out my clothes.”
“Servant’s quarters. This way.”
Meilin allowed her grouchy cousin to take the lead, wearing a sweet smile of gratitude that he pointedly ignored. Now that her own needs were taken care of, it was time to start whittling away at his personal life. She did enjoy that.
“How’s Spirit?”
“She’s fine.”
“And the job? Being captain and all?”
“That’s fine too.”
“Must be awfully important, running the guard, taking care of the castle’s defenses… taking a girl out for a walk every day…”
Syaoran shot her a withering glare out of the corner of his eye. “I already get enough of it from the men. Don’t you start too.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Meilin assured him. “Although, I wasn’t going to tease you.”
“Really.”
“Wasn’t. I was actually wondering how someone like you, who hates spending time indoors and probably never even saw the slave in that cage upstairs, got that chore in the first place.”
She knew him well enough to recognize the uncomfortable throat clearing. “Dunno. Yue just asked me.”
“Just asked you. For no reason.”
“That’s right,” he affirmed, a little aggressively.
“She’s nice. I like her.”
“She’s okay, I guess.”
“Very pretty, don’t you think?”
“She’s a pleasure slave, Meilin, they’re supposed to be beautiful.”
“Oh, so you noticed it.”
Syaoran stopped walking abruptly, looking rather caught out. “I – she – you- you can sleep in this room. Put your stuff up now, if you want me to take you to the servants’ dining room, because I have to take the evening watch in a few minutes.”
Meilin smiled beautifically. “Just as you say, Syaoran.” She pinched his cheek and sailed through the door.
This could be more fun than she’d thought.

The room seemed so very quiet, once he’d gone, which was a ridiculous thing to think because this room was meant to be quiet. It had been designed to be soothing, with the constant whisper of fountains and its continuous flow of fresh air, a tranquil room where Yue could concentrate.
But now Yue heard no fountains, felt no breeze. His own heavy breathing over Touya’s echoed in his ears instead, his skin burned with the memory of Touya’s lips. He was reliving every moment in detail, without really meaning to, the shirt that was sticky with Touya’s essence held close to his chest. His shy attempts to kiss and coddle might be laughable, compared to the lavish attentions of a skilled slave, but no one had ever brought Yue to the floor so quickly. No one had made him purr for… a long time.
And in this room, of all places. Once it was all over Yue could hardly bear the thought of his slave embracing him, on this symbol, and so he had quickly dismissed him, ordered him to go and bathe. That accomplished little though, as Yue discovered when Touya’s touch still would not leave his thoughts. Perhaps a distraction was in order.
Yue rose and glided toward the stairs. It had been some time since he visited his library.

His equally disturbed slave sank to his chin in the frothy bath water, many rooms away, staring moodily across the surface of the water and trying not to think about what just happened. He wasn’t really succeeding; when he closed his eyes he could see Yue’s half-lidded and dreamy gaze, the icy color of his pupils almost violet in his pleasure. Touya’s body had responded to that seductive feline stare in a way he couldn’t understand, and even now his skin prickled with heat at the memory. That deep-throated purr, too, evoked a shiver from deep within him that was not wholly unpleasant.
No, he wasn’t thinking about it. Not at all. Neither was he thinking of the peculiar look in Yue’s eyes when he – rather curtly – dismissed Touya from the room. He did his best to concentrate on what he’d earned, instead, relishing his new freedom from those chains. Everything had been worth it, surely, for the chance to walk these halls at his natural long-legged pace.
…Even if what he’d done was not so awful after all.

Touya was so occupied with ignoring his own thoughts that he hardly noticed Sakura’s reticence at dinner that evening, or her evasive replies to what she’d done that day. He only noticed that she seemed tired, and with that he could well identify. So after dinner and their goodnight kiss he merely threw a quick smirk at Ralen when asked if he’d lost his chains, and shuffled back up the stairs to Yue’s bedchamber. But once inside, he was surprised – and just a little bothered – to find the room totally empty. Yue was nowhere to be seen.
Aside from those three nights he spent away from the castle, it was not something that had ever happened before. It felt strange, to be alone in here at night and Touya lolled about on the rug watching the fire for at least an hour before the door finally opened.
Affronted, he sat up straight and fixed Yue with an accusing look. “Where have you been?”
“Occupied,” Yue answered coolly. A minor wave of the hand opened his wall cupboard and brought both wine bottle and glass into the room. Before that, however, he set the object he’d been carrying on his chairside table, and all of Touya’s attention was instantly riveted upon it.
A book.
It was now well over a month since Touya had even seen a book, let alone held one in his hands. Though the trials he’d endured since leaving his home village had kept him far too busy to think about such luxuries, Touya had felt the loss and unconsciously keened for the written text. When he saw one set down just two steps away, he didn’t even stop to think. While Yue was busy pouring himself a drink, he crawled forward and snatched it off the table.
“Slave,” Yue admonished, once he’d turned around. “Put that down at once.”
Touya ignored him. “Chronicles of the Tyrlan Civilization,” he read aloud, fingertips gliding over the artfully embossed cover. “What’s that?”
Yue didn’t answer right away and Touya looked up, slightly unsettled by the stunned expresson on his face. He was staring at Touya as if he’d sprouted fins and become a fish.
“It’s the people who originally inhabited this valley,” he answered at last, still staring. “Hundreds of years ago.”
“A history,” Touya breathed. His favorite. Reverently he opened the volume and turned the thin pages, scanning the neatly printed calligraphy with something like hunger.
“You can read?”
“Of course I can read,” Touya retorted, surprised and not a little insulted. He didn’t know most pleasure slaves had never so much as held a book in all their lives. “My father taught me, he taught most of our village. We used to read every night by the fire.”
And here he was, before one. He glanced at the flickering flames and then back at the book in his hands, hugging it protectively to his chest. “Can I read it?”
The look in Yue’s eyes was unfathomable. Though still stunned, there was a ghost of keening desire there almost as strong as Touya’s.
“Please,” he said at last, his voice almost a whisper. He reclined in his great chair and patted the cushion by his knee, in a manner of beckoning. “Come, and read to me.”
Touya could not recall any time that Yue had said ‘please’ to him before. His reaction was strange, but Touya was too anxious to begin reading to bother about it much. Forgotten, for the moment, was all that happened between them that day and all that happened between them ever. Touya settled himself against the base of Yue’s chair, head resting against his knee, and turned to the first page.
“Though no one knows where they came from, scholars agree that a band of nomadic primitives, who followed the flowing Balta through the peaks in search of the hunt, must have recognized the valley’s fertile offerings and formed the first permanent settlement…”

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

When the muse is a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’! Man did this chapter ever fly by… I told you I knew exactly how I wanted to do it. Meilin’s fun to write. Given that we’re roughly halfway into the story (that’s an estimate, mind you), I suppose it’s appropriate that this chapter might be my favorite so far. Bit of a turning point, for all parties involved.

Naturally, I owe quite a lot of gratitude to my lovely readers, who (at this time of writing) have left me a staggering 264 reviews. I now have the most reviews of any CCS story on the site, and I’m not above bragging about that. You guys are awesome.

Everyone ready for the next half? Better go get yourselves a half-time snack, we’ve got a long way to go.
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