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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 27
‘contact’

“Hi.”
Curled up into a tiny ball within her small cage in a vast and eerie castle, Sakura had been trembling and whimpering since the first ominous rolls of thunder. When lightning began to play across the sky, through the windows that almost surrounded her room, and the ominous rolls turned into horrific crashes, the trembling evolved into shaking. She was no stranger to storms, up in her high mountain home, but their little cabin with its crackling fire was a cozy haven from the weather, and always she’d had her big brother with an arm curled around her shoulders to keep her safe. Never had she endured a storm, especially like this one, alone.
So when someone spoke, right behind her and without any kind of warning footsteps at all, it was only natural that she shrieked and jumped a foot in the air. Li yelped too, and jumped back with his fists up in preparation to strike. Just for good measure, the thunder boomed again.
“Oh,” Sakura panted, eyes dilated wide, “Li. You scared me!”
“You scared me,” he replied pointedly, lowering his fists and exhaling. “Were you expecting a ghost?”
“There are ghosts in this castle?”
“Ah, no,” he was quick to say, when he saw her face lose a litle color. “Never mind. Storm got you a little rattled?”
“Storm?” she echoed. “That’s really all it is? I’ve seen lots of storms, but never anything like this one! Is it always like this down in the valley?”
“Sometimes. What, isn’t it the same up in the peaks?”
“Not hardly.” Sakura sank to the floor of her cage, folding her legs underneath her, and Li settled himself on the marble tiles outside. “There’s a little thunder and lightning sometimes, but usually it just rains in a straight downpour. I was used to that, but I never knew a storm could be so dramatic.”
“Thunder is more common closer to the ocean,” he pointed out. “Even this doesn’t compare to how it gets in my hometown. Sometimes we even have a hurricane.”
“What’s that?”
“Not something you’re ready for,” he replied dryly. “Not if this stuff frightens you.”
“I wasn’t frightened!” Sakura lied. “It’s just that the thunder was so loud and this castle is so quiet, especially when I’m all alone up here. I didn’t even hear you walk up, and your voice startled me. Why are you here?”
Li’s gaze skittered back to the window, watching another flash of white fire in the clouds. “Spirit was kicking up a huge fuss down in the stable, you know, kicking at her stall and rearing up whenever the thunder crashed. She doesn’t like storms like these either, and she was upsetting the other horses. Took me forever to calm her down.”
Sakura tried to find an answer to her question in that, and could not. “Then… aren’t you tired?”
“Some. But she was so scared, I figured you might be too.”
She really was just like another horse to him, after all. Sakura swallowed a tiny sigh, then plucked up her smile. She might never be anything more, but at least he was still kind to her. At least now she was not alone.
“Thank you.”
“Eh,” came the usual reply. “-znothing.”

The violent storm, with its impressive displays of lightning and rumbling thunder, left sometime before dawn. The rain did not, and continued to fall on the valley and its castle in unending cascades. Like a gray curtain it concealed the usual astonishing view from the castle walls, turning both city and mountains into nothing more than indistinct blurs. It also made his morning watch a good deal more unpleasant than usual, but the sodden captain tried to ignore that as he moved – stiffly and carefully – through his daily sword drills. Rain was an irritation to stand in for hours, but no guardsman would consider complaining or hiding under a convenient overhang. At least, no guardsman worth his salt.
He left the walls when his shift was up, knowing he would probably have to return partway through the day just to make sure the other men were also worth their salt, and not hiding under convenient overhangs. Spirit he walked in circles around the stable, determined to let her exercise even a little, though she disliked rain as much as the rest of the guard and eventually nipped him on the arm to communicate her displeasure. Grumpily, he returned her to her stall and contemplated his next move. Today was a good day to stay inside and practice kung fu, but he couldn’t go directly from here to find Sakura. His clothes were soaked through, he needed to change. And if he changed into dry clothes, he might as well take a warm bath first. Couldn’t be passing any colds onto her, after all.
He went on to do exactly that, and when he was in a set of dry clothes and his hair at least a ragged damp mess instead of dripping wet, he went looking. Ralen he found quickly enough, but alone, in the servant’s office and going over some papers.
“Oy, blondie, where’s the girl?”
“In her cage, of course,” Ralen answered calmly, not lifting his eyes. “Why wouldn’t she be?”
“What’s she doing there? I’m done with my morning watch, it’s time for -”
“For what? You to take her outside on her little walk? It’s raining, captain, of course she’s not going outside today.”
“That’s not your call.”
“The welfare of the slaves is my call, and I won’t allow her to get sick.”
“You don’t give a shit about her welfare.”
“And you think she’d actually like standing out in the rain?”
“No,” Li snapped, before he could stop himself. “But… I could still take her on a walk. Inside.”
Ralen’s eyes narrowed speculatively. “If I recall correctly, you claimed jurisdiction over her ‘exercise’ because it was outside. Why should I let her out of her cage to wander around the castle halls with you?”
“It’s better than nothing!”
“Not as far as I’m concerned.”
“You want to take it up with Yue?”
Ralen scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I want to know exactly why this is so important to you, captain. Do you really care about one pathetic little slave that much?”
Those gray, suspicious eyes zeroed in on his face, not quite knowing but so very close to it that Li felt something cold drop into his stomach. He could not flinch.
“No.”
The word came flat and hard, his voice toneless. “Never mind, it’s easier for me anyway without that chore. Don’t let me keep you from number crunching.”
He turned on his heel and walked away, and he made sure not to run into either Ralen or Sakura for the rest of the day.

And still it continued to rain, throughout that day and into the night, all of the next day, and the day after that. Below in the valley the Balta swelled, overflowing its banks and flooding the homes built alongside it, roiling with all the rainwater as it swept its way westward in choppy white currents. Streets were washed clean, and further up the slopes growing seedlings drank in the moisture. At the peak of the hill inhabitants of the castle moved about in a pall, hurrying through outdoor chores and moping through indoor ones.
Touya watched the water streaming down windows, head tilted backward over sofa arms, sometimes alone and sometimes while Yue dropped kisses on his neck and made love to him. Ralen watched it when he looked up from balancing the finances, drummed his fingers on the desk, and fantasized about the virgin pleasure slave that would one day be his. Sakura watched it, with nothing else to do, patient and trusting that rain would dry up and soon she’d return to the courtyard. She didn’t know it, but instead of watching the rain Li was watching her, from behind the farthest pillar that would still afford him a view. He watched, and said nothing, until he could hear Ralen’s bossy stride on the tiles and then he would disappear to curry Spirit in the stables. He watched, and by the end of the third day he’d made his decision.

Sakura squeaked when he grabbed her, and he had to cover her mouth with his hand when he whisked her out from under the servants’ noses and out of the women’s bathing room. Down a quick passage he hustled her, through the first door he could find and into a small room he’d never seen before but would at least give them a minute’s worth of privacy. She stumbled a bit when he let go, looking plenty startled, and he pretended to busy himself with locking the door behind them.
“L-Li?”
“Sorry if I scared you – I just wanted to talk to you alone, without those pests fluttering around you and eavesdropping.”
“Oh.” She cast a worried glance at the door, probably wondering if she’d get in trouble, but then turned her gaze back on him and smiled. “I’m happy to see you again, I’ve really missed you these past few days. It’s so troublesome that we can’t go out to the courtyard with Spirit.”
“Yeah.” He was having a tough time making eye contact and looked at the nearest window instead, and the everpresent rain falling outside.
“Li?”
“Mm?”
“What… did you want to speak to me about?”
She was still smiling when he snuck a glance, eyes bright and unsuspecting. Fuck this was not going to be easy.
“I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“I- sorry because I can’t see you anymore. I’ll ask someone else in the guard to take you outside, from now on, I’ll make sure you still get your walks, but it can’t be me… anymore.” His voice trailed off when her smile slipped away, surprise and dismay vivid in her eyes.
“Why? You don’t- like me anymore?”
“It’s nothing about you,” he was quick to say. “Or it is – I don’t know. It’s everything to do with Ralen, anyway, and me. He’s a slimy bastard that would love to see me leave this castle for good, you know that, and if he catches me doing anything out of line he’d be running to Yue in a heartbeat.”
“But you haven’t done anything wrong! Master Yue said you could take me outside, he even told you to! Well, your self-defense lessons might not be proper, but I’m sure he wouldn’t -”
“That’s not what’s worrying me.”
“Then what?”
She really didn’t know? Li shook his head and looked away again. “Maybe it is just me after all, but even if it’s one-sided I could still be tempted. I don’t want to do that, Sakura, I can’t do that. I need this job; my family in Corryn is depending on me. And I can’t kill Ralen, much as I’d like to, which he knows. I give him one thing, slip up just once, and he’ll make sure I’m gone. I can’t risk this job – I won’t risk this job. Please…” Helplessly he watched her eyes fill with tears, hating himself. “Do you understand?”
“You promised…”
“I know. And if Ralen ever starts bothering you again, you just scream as loud as you can and I promise I’ll come running, because I don’t want anything to happen to you. You’ve learned a little bit about defending yourself too, and you should try to use that. And you can tell Yue, you know you don’t have to be afraid of him.” Li sensed he was starting to babble a bit and shut up, wishing she would just cry and get it over with or at least slap him. Neither was pleasant, but it was something. Instead she just stood there, eyes shiny with unspilled salt.
“Li?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you take me outside? Just for a minute or two?”
“Huh? Now? But it’s raining.”
“I know.” Her smile returned, a sad one that could not reach her eyes. “But I haven’t been out in so long, and it will be our last time. I’d like to have one last time with you.”
The sun had already long since set, of course, the slaves and servants had already eaten and most would be in their bedrooms, save those that had nighttime watch. The women in charge of Sakura must be frantic looking for her by now, but they wouldn’t go to Ralen until they were desperate – none of them were that stupid.
“Sure. We can do that.”
Her smile became more genuine, and Li moved to unlatch and open the crystal paned window. It was a low sill and he vaulted over it easily, boots splashing a bit in the muddy flowerbeds below.
“Careful, it’s slippery here.” Instead of waiting for her to try and clamber over the sill and get herself filthy, Li grasped her firmly by the waist with both hands and lifted her clear over the beds, setting her on the cobbled bricks. Rain lost no time in soaking them both. “Are you sure this is alright?”
“Yes, it’s fine! It’s not cold at all.”
“I meant about me. Sakura, do you understand that I don’t want to hurt you?”
“Yes, of course.” She took a step back, pushing wet locks of hair back from her face. “You have four sisters and a mother who depend on the gold you earn here, this job is very important to you. And you’ve already done so much more for me than you ought to have. It will be sad not to see you every day, but it would be much worse if you’re forced to leave.”
She beamed at him through the raindrops, just visible in the golden glow of the magelight inside, then tilted her face up and twirled. “Whee! Oh, doesn’t it feel wonderful? Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt rain on my skin – I suppose it’s been months. Dancing in the rain always made me feel so wild and free when I was young.”
Again she twirled, like an image from a dream in her moon-white nightgown. Li shook his head in disbelief. “How do you do this?”
“Do what?”
“…this.” Li waved a hand in her general direction. “How can you be so happy, all the time? How do you smile, with all that’s happened to you? You’re the happiest person I’ve ever known, you, a kidnapped slave. Don’t you ever feel sorry for yourself?”
“Lots of times! I cried a lot when I first came to this city, and this castle too. But I can’t ever make myself stay sad for a long time, I’ve never liked being sad. Why should I let those bad things and bad people make me, when I can choose to be happy instead?”
It was, Li later reflected, the inevitable nail in his coffin.
The kindest, most selfless girl he’d ever known smiled at him through the rain, and it didn’t help that her soaked nightgown had begun to cling to her body. He’d been so very close to escaping intact, playing it smart, but her words broke him. No man could have resisted, and suddenly he was very tired of trying.
So he pulled her close and kissed her.

Sakura thought she knew about kissing. Tomoyo had kissed her often enough, and Sakura had even learned how to kiss her back after a while. Her friend’s kisses were warm, gentle, and always sweet like the taste of peppermint tea. They had become a comfort to Sakura, these past months, soothing as a lullaby and just as soft.
Li was nothing like Tomoyo. His mouth made contact and he plunged inside, roughly, curling his arms around her so tightly she could have never escaped. Without delicacy or grace his kiss invaded her and filled her with a wild fire, wiping out the ability to breathe or stand in seconds. Desperately she clung to his shirt, fighting to keep up, fighting to stay conscious. She no longer felt the rain. She no longer heard the thunder. There was nothing in the world but Li and his kiss, and the unbearable heat circling within her body. It would kill her, she was sure, but she never wanted it to end.
Eventually he withdrew, just enough to pull away, and dimly she heard him wheeze for air as if he could no more breathe than she. He did not relax his grip on her, and she was glad, because she would have probably crumpled to the ground.
“Sorry,” he panted, after a while. “I shouldn’t have done that, I -”
She kissed him, hungry for more of his fire, and whatever half-baked apology he had forming on his lips disappeared forever. Eagerly they pressed against one another, tasting the thrill of a kiss too long held back, desire too long held in check. It went on and on, and eventually Li’s hands unclenched and slid down her back. They encircled her slim waist, but when one of them moved lower he seemed to become aware of himself and withdrew again. His forehead tipped gently against hers, and together they recovered their breath.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he mumbled, and Sakura would have laughed if she had the energy.
“You didn’t have to wait.”
“Sakura… we’re not allowed to do this, if Ralen ever found out -”
“He won’t find out! It’s a big castle, I know we can keep it secret. Please, Li.” For once in her life Sakura grasped selfishly for what she craved, putting her own happiness first. “Please, promise you’ll stay with me, you won’t ask anyone else to take me outside. I need you!”
Li sighed, his breath tickling her lips with air. “I’m a dead man. But what the hell.”
He kissed her again.

After a week of dreary gray skies and ubiquitous puddles, the rain finally trickled off one afternoon. Sunshine broke the clouds in scattered rays, a brisk wind picked up, and within an hour the sky was a perfect clear blue. Relieved, servants tumbled out of the castle to tend vegetable gardens or horses, or do nothing at all but walk about and enjoy themselves. Touya abandoned the library and spent some time idling on a balcony, soaking in the daylight, but watching the busy servants below made him restless. Back home in the mountains, after a week of rain he would be doing the same – catching up on chores, making himself useful, being active. Touya sorely missed being active.
The urge to go outside and do something, like chop wood, gnawed at him, but Yue had expressly forbidden him to either help with chores or descend to the lower floors of the castle without permission. Breaking both rules at once would bring his wrath down on Touya’s head, and it made him tired just to think of it. Instead he wandered a bit, trying to walk off his energy, moving up the stairwells rather than down. Most of the servants tended to stay in the lower levels, and he’d become accustomed to his solitude over the months, so it caught him by surprise when he heard a burst of laughter from above. Not just from one man, by the sound of it, but several of them, talking and laughing rather loudly. Curious, he followed the sound up a small and winding stair, up and up, until the steps led him to a small door. Upon opening it, he was astonished to find himself on the roof of one of the castle’s buildings. A troop of the guardsmen had gathered here, obviously looking to stay outdoors like everyone else, laughing and talking while some rubbed oil into longbows. A large painted target stood at the far end of the roof.
“Pull the elbow further back,” someone was explaining, and Touya watched one of the men strain to pull his arrow back until the head was almost level with his ear. That scruffy-haired kid was giving directions. “And you’ve got to widen your stance, Jen, standing straight stiff like a post will only knock you over when you let go.”
“-t’s always been good before, cap!”
“Because you weren’t releasing at full strength. Now you will be. Go on, let go already.”
He did, and sure enough almost fell over backwards with the snap of his bow. The arrow careened wildly off course and hit the stones of the far tower instead of the target. All the men who’d been watching laughed, and Jen flushed.
“Cripes! I wasn’t prepared for that recoil!”
“Because you’re not used to pulling all the way back. It’s harder, but when you get used to it you’ll like the extra punch.”
“Why bother when it’s easier to just hit the target the way he was doing it before?” someone else asked, stepping up with his own bow. With casual strength he pulled back and released, the arrow embedding itself on the lower edge of the target. Something like irritation flashed across the kid’s features.
“Bother because it’s the difference between wounding or killing your enemy, Rei. It can mean the difference between life or death.”
“Enemy,” the older one scoffed. “As if we ever see any of those up here. Arrows are good for one thing, and that’s venison.”
Everyone laughed, except the kid. “Suit yourself, then, and die. I don’t care. As long as you’re not in my way when I need to shoot.”
He strung his bow and shot the target without more than a glance in its direction, arrow quivering in the center with the force of impact. The men shut up, briefly, and Touya took advantage of the silence to speak.
“I can do better.”

Like everyone else, Li whipped his head around at the smug comment, almost choking when he saw the slave standing just two steps behind him. He’d hardly seen him since his arrival at the castle, never had they exchanged so much as a word, so what the fuck was he doing up here and standing in on Li’s archery practice? Nervously he licked his lips, noting that they still tasted like Sakura after their kisses that morning, and wondered if the brother would sense what he’d done.
“I know you,” he was saying, as he meandered a little closer. Li’s heart thumped apprehensively, but Touya didn’t fly at him with fists raised. “You’re the one that saw me, that night; you ruined my chance to escape with my sister.”
“And you’re the one that invaded the castle and nearly cost me my job,” Li retorted. A murmur circled the watching men, and some of them stepped back to allow the pair more space. “What are you even doing up here?”
“Same as you, just looking for a chance to get outside and do something. Speaking of which…” He extended his hand for Li’s bow, of all the nerve. Reflexively he clutched it to his chest.
“You think I’m about to hand a weapon to Yue’s slave? Nothing doing. I’m sure you’re not allowed to be up here either, so why don’t you just turn around and leave?”
“Name’s Kinomoto,” he growled, “and I’m not his slave. Am so allowed to be up here.”
“You won’t mind if I call him to confirm it.”
“Go ahead, if you’re really that scared I’ll shoot better than you.”
Damn it. Li swallowed an oath and stepped back. “Someone lend him a bow already. Let the loudmouth show off.”
Another murmur ran through the outlookers, and Jen tossed Touya his bow. Li provided the arrow, and smoothly the slave pulled back his arm. Li wasn’t really sure what he’d been expecting; he knew the man was from the mountains, but he was still a slave, still Yue’s pampered plaything. Silk clothes notwithstanding, Touya released and put the arrow directly in the center of the target – closer than Li’s by an inch.
“Told ya.”
Li snapped his mouth shut when he saw Touya’s gloating smirk. “Where did you learn to shoot like that?”
“Where I come from, men actually hunt for their food. I’m the best in my village.”
“Village,” Li repeated, dropping just enough scorn into his voice to make Kinomoto scowl. “Well, you’re not better than me.”
“Arrow says differently.”
“But can you do it again ten steps back?”
“You bet I can.”
“We’ll see.”
Without either having to ask, the onlookers shuffled back several paces to give them room. From the fever-pitched mutterings between his guard, Li knew they were laying down some fast and furious bets, but he couldn’t quite tell if the odds were in his favor. It didn’t matter. Part of this was about looking good in front of the men, but mostly it was about Li’s heavy competitive streak. Sakura was bound to hear about this, and he’d be damned if he lost to her arrogant prat of a brother.
He shot another arrow. So did Kinomoto. This time they struck the target just a hair apart, feathers almost brushing one another in the bullseye. Without speaking they moved back another ten steps and waited for one of the men to pull all four arrows out of the punctured target.
Again. And again. Still neither could outmatch the other, and for all the venomous glares they were exchanging neither was ready to back down. Another ten steps back, and they’d run out of room.
“Can’t go back any farther, captain,” one of his men pointed out, and got the full force of both their glares for it.
“Then move back the target!” they barked in unison. Two men scurried to do so, and shouted that it was as far back against the tower wall as it could go. Then onward it became a flurry of volleys, each determined to outlast the other through sheer endurance if it could not be done through distance. Again and again the arrows struck the dead center of the target, never more than an inch apart. The chatter around them dropped off and the men started to fidget, sunset light shone directly in their eyes and made it difficult to see, and still neither could best the other.
“So here you are.”

Everyone jumped at the unexpected sound of Yue’s voice – everyone, that is, but his slave and the captain, who merely paused in the act of drawing back their bows. Less than pleased, the lord of the castle crossed his arms and frowned. Touya merely blinked.
“What are you doing here?”
“I think the more appropriate question is what are you doing here – instead of my room, where you’re expected to be at sunset?”
“Huh?” Both men turned their heads westward, blank faced with surprise when they saw the setting sun. Obviously neither had noticed.
“Sorry about that.” Touya shrugged lightly, and Yue narrowed his eyes. “I lost track of time because I had to prove to this kid that I’m better than he is.”
“I am captain of the guard here, not a kid!” snapped Li.
“You look like a kid to me.”
“Peasant.”
“Kid!”
“Silence,” Yue ordered, and both of them of retreated.
“He started it,” Li grumbled.
“Captain, you allowed my slave to use a weapon, and engage you in a contest with it?”
Yue turned his frosty gaze on the younger of the two, who swallowed and straightened his back. “Yes, my lord.”
“How did he do?”
For the second time the boys stared blankly, dumbfounded surprise evident even in the growing dusk. Yue barely concealed a smile. “What?” they both asked, sounding remarkably alike.
“My slave has such a terrible habit of trying to prove himself,” Yue mused, drifting closer to the pair. He was not really as irritated as he’d been putting on, especially now that he’d found out what he’d been up to. “To what purpose I don’t know. And so often he has no idea what he’s gone up against.”
“Not your slave,” Touya growled. Yue’s hand came up to grip his chin, forcing a rather close and intimate gaze between them. A rustle of discomfort moved through their audience, for Yue was not in the habit of touching his slaves publicly. He ignored it.
“You fancy archery then, slave? I happen to fancy it as well. Do you think you could best me?”
“You?” scoffed Touya, not flinching. “You spend all day sitting in a room and meditating. Yeah, I think I can handle myself against you.”
“You amuse me, slave. Perhaps now you’ll learn when not to start something that you can’t finish.”
Touya’s eyes darkened at the insult, and he tugged his chin out of Yue’s grasp. “Do I get something for beating you?”
“If you beat me,” Yue corrected. “What is it you ask for?”
He hesitated, and curiously Yue waited to hear the answer. The boy was not silly enough to ask for his freedom, and he’d made it clear often enough that he didn’t care for material things. All of Yue’s library was already at his disposal. What else was there to wish for?
“A day,” Touya answered, too softly for anyone else to hear.
“What?”
“Just… one day, outside of this castle. Every day I have to look at those walls, and I hate it, and I get so restless that I can hardly stand it. I don’t care what I do or where I go, I just want to get outside those walls for one day.”
In the dying rays of the sun, his yearning eyes were almost painful to see. For a moment, however brief, Yue felt sorry for the boy that he could not possibly win.
“Granted.”
“Really?”
“If you win.”
“Alright!” Overjoyed, he raised his bow and took aim.
“Just a moment.”
“What?”
“If I win, what will be my prize?”
“You?” Touya looked askance at his master. “What could you want?”
“I don’t know…” Yue lied airily, “perhaps something you will do for me, in the bedroom.”
A blush colored his slave’s cheeks, though Yue had not spoken loudly enough for anyone else to hear. “Why bother?” he muttered. “You tell me what to do there all the time.”
“Yes, but perhaps in this instance, you’ll actually obey without fussing.”
“Good point.”
“You may shoot when ready.”
“You’ll be sorry,” Touya promised, and took careful aim. The arrow whizzed across the rooftop and struck the target in a perfect bullseye, in spite of the growing darkness. The men rumbled appreciatively, and even Yue was impressed. His slave had so many talents.
“Ha! You can’t possibly beat that, it’s perfect!”
“Toya. You must learn not to tell me, your master, what I can and cannot do.”
With casual mental will he snatched Li’s bow from his hands, startling the captain into yelping, and also he took an arrow. There was no need to even look at his target as he pulled back and released, keeping steady eye contact with Touya instead. The arrow splintered Touya’s with the force of its velocity, quivering when the point embedded itself into the canvas. The jaw-hanging disbelief on his slave’s face was priceless to watch.
“I’m even better with my personal bow,” he added, and with a finger shut Touya’s mouth for him. “Go on to dinner, you are already late. I’ll collect from you when you return.”

Yue was not relaxing in his favorite armchair, watching the fire like usual, when Touya made himself walk through the bedroom door that night. Instead he stood by the opened door to his balcony, summer night breeze playing with wisps of his silver hair. He did not bother to turn and acknowledge Touya’s return, gazing contemplatively out into the darkness, but that didn’t stop Touya’s heart from thudding nervously within his chest.
“I’m back.”
“I know.”
Touya shut the door behind him and took a few steps, squeezing the edge of Yue’s armchair for support. “Well?”
“Yes, slave?”
“Let’s get it over with. I lost and you won and I’m a man of my word, so just tell me what it is already.” Fiercely he glared at the floor, a bundle of nerves bracing himself for whatever unbearably kinky task Yue had in mind.
“Toya, look at me.”
“Huh?” He tore his gaze away from the rug and met Yue’s eyes, almost startled out of his anxiety. There were not many who could read Yue’s expressions, but Touya had become one of them, and right now Yue looked almost as nervous as Touya felt.
“For winning our contest… I will make my claim on you. I- would like for you to kiss me.”
Touya did not think he’d heard correctly. “You- what?”
“It is what I demand, for my prize.” Yue lifted his chin haughtily. “You cannot refuse, you agreed to the terms.”
“But, that’s it?”
“Not exactly. I do not want the kiss you give your sister at nights, it must be your lips and my lips.”
“I -”
“And I will not settle for a false kiss. You must kiss me sincerely. I want to feel that you want it.”
From within his cool mask, Yue’s eyes searched him apprehensively, as if he were afraid Touya might refuse after all. Touya had to swallow.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
A tiny smile graced the corners of Yue’s lips. “That’s alright, I will not judge you. Come, I am waiting.”
Only a simple kiss, that’s all he wanted, and Touya should have felt relieved. But as he closed the distance between them that simple kiss became something more, even more than all the other intimate things they had done to one another. Why hadn’t they ever kissed before now? Yue never forced it on him, though he could have, and now he was asking for it – pleading for it, really – with a frightening vulnerability lurking in his eyes. It was important to him. He must do this right, for Yue.
A breath away from the edge of Touya’s world, he stopped, licked his lips, and tentatively leaned forward. Without realizing it, he locked his hands behind his back so that his body would only concentrate on this one, specific point of contact. When his lips met Yue’s, he found they were soft.
Yue didn’t move and Touya sensed there was more to a kiss than a simple touch. Unsure of himself, he tried pressing more firmly and felt Yue respond, parting his lips as if in invitation. Of its own accord Touya’s tongue slipped into Yue’s mouth, startling Touya but evidently pleasing Yue very much going by the way he pressed himself deeper into the kiss. A rush of warmth enveloped Touya and he felt his groins stir, every new sensation on his tongue and lips igniting another flush of heat. It became too much to handle and he had to pull away, at the very least to breathe.
The breeze did little to cool him down. Panting, he tried to collect himself and wondered if all kisses were like that. How could people stand it?
“Was that,” he managed to get out, “okay?”
“Adequate,” came the whispered reply, as Yue exhaled with a slight shudder. His skin did not seem as white as usual.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Please.” Heady desire glittered in Yue’s eyes before he closed them again, and there was no time to wonder at his choice of words. “Oh yes… please.”

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

For best reviews I’d like to give a hand to both Tori and Mad Hatter, because it always amuses me to learn about new readers discovering PS and shelving their lives for two days straight to get it all read. Why bother? It’s not going anywhere, and you’re just going to have to stop when you get to the end, so why not pace yourself? It confuses, but compliments. Thanks and welcome to the fold.

Also, to Tori and many others, can I be a little selfish and narcissistic for a minute? I am tremendously flattered to hear that people are discussing and reccing this story elsewhere in cyberspace, but if you’re going to mention that to me, why not go ahead and give me the link? I’d love to know what people are saying about it, critical or otherwise, and if you tell me about it but don’t tell me where it is, then I’ll just toss and turn at nights and wonder what’s being said about my story that I can’t read. Oh, the angst! Also, it might inspire me to write faster, and we all want that, don’t we?

Just 3 weeks this time! I am DETERMINED to finish this story before its third birthday, come hell, high water, or the unexpected arrival of Kinomoto Touya in my bed wearing only boxers. I will NOT be distracted from my goal!
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