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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84325 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 28
‘ever and never’

Yue did like waking up to the feel of Touya beside him in bed. He neither slept on the far edge of the mattress nor clung to his master too tightly; usually Yue would wake up to find him nestled against Yue’s shoulder, just close enough to feel his warmth and hear his breathing. Most days he contented himself with a minute or two of looking, then Yue would slide out from underneath the sheets as quietly as possible, disinclined to disturb his peaceful expression.
Lazily, Yue decided against that for this day. His meditation beckoned, but there was no harm in missing one day and anyway he was far too tired to consider it. After a kiss like that, it was only natural that he and his slave made love three or four times, in different places around the room. Touya was probably exhausted. No wonder he was sleeping so soundly…
Indulgently Yue watched him for a while, in the growing dawn light. Eventually his slave stirred, disturbing the sheets, and revealed that perfect lean chest. Yue helped by peeling them back a little more, and idly traced a fingertip from his ribs to the hollows in his neck, then further up and along his jawline. Down the bridge of his nose –
Clumsily Touya’s hand knocked Yue’s away. “Cutitout,” he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. “-msleeping.”
“Tsk tsk, Toya,” he reproved. “You should not speak that way to your master.”
“You’re not my mas-mmph.” Yue could hold back no longer and dove into a kiss, effectively silencing Touya and satisfying a craving he’d been suffering since he woke. His slave’s inexperienced and curious kisses were delightful in their own way, but Yue preferred to take control, to dominate. Touya thrashed once underneath him before surrendering, relaxing into the kiss and allowing Yue to take his time.
“Good morning to you too,” he wheezed, once Yue had withdrawn. “Can’t you even let me wake up before you jump me, you sex maniac?”
“You had plenty of time to sleep; I’ve been watching you for some while.”
“That makes me feel better,” came the withering retort. Yue smiled and settled himself back against his pillow, dragging Touya along to lie atop his own body. “Hey!”
“Shush. There is a certain mood when two lovers wake in the morning, and you are ruining it. Don’t you know better? I suppose you wouldn’t; you’ve never shared a bed with anyone.”
“That’s not true, I’ve shared a bed with my sister.”
Yue stiffened and raised his eyebrows, and Touya blushed scarlet when he interpreted the look. “Not like that! I would never- I just meant, we used to sleep together in the same bed. Our cabin only had two and the other was for my parents.”
Yue was relieved, but still clucked his tongue in distress. “What a miserable way to grow up, in such poverty. I can hardly bear to picture you in that squalor.”
“Every cabin in my village was the same,” Touya replied flatly, completely unaffected by Yue’s pained empathy. “It wasn’t as if it was a burden; it helped in keeping warm on winter nights. If she had a nightmare and woke up scared -”
“Enough,” Yue interrupted, a little more sharply than he’d intended. “You’re in bed with me now, not her, and there’s no reason to talk about that.”
Now it was Touya’s turn to raise his eyebrows. “Did I say something to make you angry?”
“Not at all. Now be quiet, because I’m going to kiss you again.” Yue cupped the back of Touya’s head and pulled him in, consuming him with a kiss that was even more probing and longer lasting than the first. He could taste, and taste, and still Yue thought he would not ever get enough.
Touya sagged limp against his chest when he withdrew, looking pale for lack of oxygen. “If you like doing that so much,” he panted, “why didn’t you ever -”
“Hush, I said.”
Kissing was, after all, easier than answering questions.

“Your brother did not win.”
“He said he -”
“He wishes he won. He tried his best. But he couldn’t outshoot me even though we were going until sundown, and if Yue hadn’t interrupted us I know I would have beat him.”
“Yes, that’s also what he said.”
“Hmph.” Li tugged Sakura closer and they kissed again, safe under the shadow of the archway while Spirit frolicked out in the courtyard. Every time it was just a little less scary, but the same giddy thrill still shot through his bloodstream. He wondered if it would ever go away, and rather hoped it wouldn’t.
“He can’t ever know about this,” she murmured, when their lips had parted. “Not ever.”
“No one can know about this, Sakura.”
“I know, but Onii-chan most of all. He was so scary, when a boy tried to court me back in our village -”
“You think I’m afraid? Of him?”
“No, of course not!” she hurried to deny, but she was biting her lip nervously. Li followed the action with his eyes, wondering what it would taste like to do the same. “Although, if you could see the things he did to them – he never was afraid to hit someone when he was really angry.”
“I know, I’ve seen it. And I can handle myself in a fight just fine, thanks. Besides…” Again he pulled her closer, sliding into a fresh kiss. “He won’t know. No one will. Not ever.”

“Tomoyo, I have to talk to you about something.”
With the next day came Tomoyo for another visit, and after a steamy performance Ralen had finally left them alone to talk. Sure that she would burst if the words didn’t leave her soon, Sakura wadded up the material of her skirt in nervous fists and tried to put those words in the right order.
“Oh? What’s that?”
“It’s a secret.”
Tomoyo did not pause in her task of brushing Sakura’s hair back, separating out sections for tiny braids. “Alright.”
“A really important secret.”
“I’m listening,” her friend assured her. “What’s on your mind?”
“Tomoyo, I…” She lost her nerve. “I have a question.”
“Yes?”
“Supposing, just for pretend, that a pleasure slave liked another man besides her master.”
Tomoyo’s brush stopped moving, an almost tactile tension traveling from her hands to Sakura when she stiffened.
“And also, just pretending, the man liked her too.” Still no answer, and Sakura dropped her voice to an almost inaudible whisper. “And supposing they kissed. How bad would it be?”
Tomoyo shifted her position to face Sakura more directly, but Sakura could hardly bear to make eye contact. Those normally calm and limpid eyes looked absolutely aghast.
“Sakura, what did you do?”
Defensively she hugged her knees to her chest. “Nothing much. I just- we just…”
“Who is we?”
“It’s Li. Meilin’s cousin, the captain of the guard here.”
“And what did he do to you?”
“No, it isn’t like that, Tomoyo! He’s not like Ralen, he told me he wanted to kiss me for a long time, but held himself back because he knew it was improper. He was kind, and gentle, and I liked kissing him. We both wanted it.”
“Keep your voice down,” Tomoyo hissed, sweeping an anxious glance around the empty throne room. “Sakura, do you have any idea what you’ve done? A pleasure slave is the property of her owner, your body is what he paid for. Quite a lot, in your case. If another man touches you without the owner’s invitation then it is theft, pure and simple. The punishments are severe.”
Tomoyo looked so serious, Sakura had to gulp. “How… severe?”
“There was a girl, that I trained, a very sweet and kind one just like you, who went on to become the slave of a city magistrate. He was almost twice her age, quite portly, and did not have a good temper, or so she told me when we went shopping. It was almost inevitable that she turned to his coach driver, a young and handsome man with a charming smile. She told me he was the most wonderful experience in bed she’d ever had.”
“What happened?” Sakura asked, her voice very small.
“He found out, of course, her owner. To live under the same roof with your owner and your affair, and keep it a secret, is impossible. The driver was thrown into our city prison for three months, and of course he’d lost his job. As for her…”
A look of such sadness and disgust crossed Tomoyo’s face, Sakura cringed. “He was furious, the magistrate, furious and betrayed. For her punishment she was taken to a public square in the city, stripped of all her clothing, and whipped.”
Cold dread plummeted into Sakura’s stomach.
“Wh-whipped?”
“Hard. Enough to draw blood and leave permanent scars on her back, which was enough to ruin her life as a high-class slave. She works as a prostitute in a part of town that isn’t healthy to visit, property of some bar owner. It’s a sad ending for a girl that had such a bright future.”
“How horrible,” Sakura whispered. “It isn’t fair – it’s not her fault she didn’t love her owner!”
“I know, Sakura, but he paid for her in gold and her body was his. That is how the world works. To touch, to kiss, another man without Yue’s permission is to put yourself in considerable danger, and I don’t want that.”
“But this is different. Master Yue doesn’t care about me, he only wants Onii-chan. See?” She tugged on her white collar. “He hardly ever sees me, never touches me. What does he care if I want to kiss Li?”
“Do you know that? Do you absolutely, completely know what Yue thinks?”
Sakura’s mouth opened, but no answer came because of course she couldn’t know. Her enigmatic, beautiful master was not easily read.
“It isn’t safe, Sakura. Please, as a friend who cares very much about you and does not want to see you hurt, listen to me. Your brother gave himself to protect you; you’ve been a pleasure slave for months and still wear a white collar. This is what he wants for you. Will you throw that away just to be in the arms of some other man?”
What had she gotten herself into? What had she gotten the both of them into? Sakura closed her eyes, mildly surprised to feel two tears squeeze out when she did so.
“I know it’s wrong, Tomoyo, and I know I could get in trouble. But I’m so lonely in this place, and it hurts. I have you, and I have Meilin, but I can’t see you nearly often enough. Li is there for me every day. When I’m with him I’m not lonely at all, and I’m happy. He makes me happier than I’ve ever been.”
Her eyes burned with tears and she tried to wipe them away, before Tomoyo applied a sweetly scented handkerchief.
“Poor Sakura,” she heard her murmur. “You really did get stuck in a bad place, didn’t you? The world can be so unfair.”
“No, Tomoyo, I’m very lucky! I’m so lucky that I met you, and that Meilin can teach me to dance, and that I can live in such a beautiful castle and still see my brother every day, but- but…” She hiccuped miserably. “I’m selfish. I want Li too. The first time he kissed me, I thought my heart would catch on fire.”
“Oh my.”
“I won’t stop meeting with him, no matter what you say.”
“Well, I’m not going to tell you to stop,” Tomoyo sighed. “That isn’t my place; I’ll only warn you of what might happen. If you want to risk everything for this man, then that’s your decision.”
Sakura swiped at her eyes one final time, almost shuddering with relief. “Thank you, Tomoyo. That means a lot to me.”
“What else are friends for? Come here.” She must have sensed how drained Sakura felt, and nudged her to rest her head against her shoulder. “I’ll try and help however I can, though I don’t know if I can do much. Just be very, very careful about how often you see him, and never speak of him to anyone. Never look at him if someone else is in the room.”
“Tomoyo, have you done this before?”
“It’s the same advice I gave the other girl; she just didn’t listen very carefully. I hope you will.”
“I’ll listen,” Sakura promised, and closed her eyes. How much better it felt, not carrying the secret just inside her anymore, to have a friend to confide in. Sakura had thought she had good friends back in her home village, and she did, but the shallow and girlish topics they’d concerned themselves with paled in comparison to everything she’d dealt with here in the valley. Tomoyo really was the best friend she’d ever had. And best friends knew all the answers, right?
“Tomoyo?”
“Mm?”
“How do you know if you’re in love?”

Dinner past and the stars appearing in the sky, Touya was in the middle of reading a passage aloud to Yue when a knock sounded on the door.
“It’s Ralen, my lord.”
“Enter.”
Touya groaned and leaned his back against Yue’s knee, scowling upside down. “Do we have to? I was actually having a pleasant evening.”
“Hush, slave.”
“Not your slave.”
“My lord,” Ralen greeted prissily at the same time, sailing through the door with an even more pompous air than usual. “I really do regret having to inform you of this, but there’s been some trouble concerning your slave.”
“I’m not -”
“What’s he done now?” Yue asked wearily.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“According to your servants cleaning the upper corridors, a fair number of valuables have been… er, taken to pieces. Possibly broken. There are bits scattered everywhere.”
“You did this, slave?”
“Sure I did,” Touya replied calmly, turning a page in his book. “It was raining every day last week, I was bored.”
“You have all my library at your disposal.”
“Not all the time,” Touya complained, twisting and leaning back so he could face Yue directly. “Reading’s fine, but I can’t do it all day, every day. I have to do something with my hands, be active, or I’ll go crazy!”
“That does not give you license to destroy my possessions.”
“The only ‘possession’ you care about is sitting on this rug,” Touya retorted, quite truthfully. “And anyway, nothing is destroyed. As soon as I figure out how to put them back together again, it’ll be fine. I do it all the time.”
“You’ve taken apart and fiddled with the objects in this castle?”
“Yup.”
“Really, Toya,” Yue huffed. “You are an exasperating creature. Don’t you ever tire of making trouble?”
Dark, fearless eyes met his without flinching. “No.”
“Impertinent boy.” Yue shook his head, and then an idea occurred to him. He stood. “Then, if you are so anxious to occupy your time, you will come with me.”
“Where?”
“You will find out soon enough. On your feet.”
Looking surprised, but curious, Touya scrambled off the rug while Yue glided towards the door. Ralen, on the other hand, looked absolutely dismayed.
“My lord, aren’t you going to punish him for what he’s done?”
“Ralen, when I require your advice on how to discipline my slave, I shall ask for it. You are dismissed.”
His overseer glowered at Touya, who returned the look smugly, whipped around, and marched off.
“Why do you keep that guy around, again?”
“Because he does an excellent job of maintaining my castle, not that it’s any of your concern. Now come.” Yue led Touya out of the study, along the upper corridors and then up a flight of stairs. “I’m sure you have not already discovered this particular room, as you’ve never mentioned it. I promise that if anything in here has been, or ever is, ‘taken apart’, I’ll be quite angry.”
He did not give Touya time to ask why this one was so particularly special before throwing open the doors and stepping inside. A magelight ignited with the wave of his hand, and in an instant the music room and its many instruments were bathed in its glow.
“Wow…” breathed his slave, and Yue silently nodded. As per his instructions the slaves kept all rooms in the castle clean, especially this one, and there wasn’t an iota of dust on the floor or any of the polished instruments. Many had been collected here, sitting unused for decades, from the massive golden harp to the thin and tiny flute, marvels of craftmanship but silent with disuse.
“What is all this?”
“They are musical instruments, the tools used to make sound and symphony. Had you none in your old home?”
“The bartender had an old fiddle.” Touya pointed to the viola, its wood a deep and rich mahogony in the soft light. “It looked like that, but it was broken and he didn’t play it. Nobody had much time for music in my village.”
“A pity.”
“Yeah…”
Mouth still open in awe, Touya wandered further into the room to explore. How Yue adored this side of his slave, the part of him that was still a wide-eyed child who knew nothing of the world, no matter how often he insisted on pretending otherwise. With admiration and delight so plain on his face, he became all the more irrestistably handsome to Yue and it was with some difficulty he held himself back.
Touya’s hand came down on a row of white keys, and an unexpectedly loud chime sounded in the room. Startled, he jumped back.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a piano. Of the finest sort, too, the grand piano.”
“Oh, so that’s what it looks like. I’ve read the word in books, but Father never could explain exactly what it was.”
Tentatively Touya pressed a single white key, the note sounding clearly before fading into nothingness. Then, much to his surprise, several of the keys dipped of their own accord in a simple melody.
“Did you do that?”
“Not at all. It’s a learning piano, it wants you to repeat the notes.”
Touya frowned, the same kind of frown Yue had seen on him when studying an unusually difficult book.
“Again.”
Once more the piano played itself. Touya paid fierce attention, and when it had finished he plunked the keys in the correct order, if not quite at the same rhythm.
“Again,” he repeated, before Yue could correct him.
The piano repeated the refrain, and this time Touya played it perfectly.
“It’s hard to move my hand around fast enough.”
“A proper pianist plays with all the fingers, not just the pointer.”
“Really?” He did not even need to be shown, but repeated the melody in the proper manner with all five fingers. It was done stiffly, an obvious amateur effort, but Yue could see the interest in his slave’s eyes. Yue was not the only one who liked a challenge.
“That melody is just a tiny part of a song. Learn it, play it for me perfectly, and I will give you your one day outside this castle.”
Touya’s head snapped up. “You what? Really?”
“Really.”
“With no chains.”
“No chains,” Yue acceded.
“Sakura too?”
Yue pressed his lips together in irritation. “Your sister too.”
Touya lost no time in pulling the bench closer to the keys and sitting down, apparently ready to start work right then and there, and Yue had to remind him that it was night.
“Come slave, not now. It’s time for bed.”
“But I can get started, at least!”
“No. You will wait for morning. You’ll find it easier to learn in the light of day.” Touya growled unhappily, but he did stand up and back away from the instrument. “There isn’t any need to rush. It’s a difficult song even for an experienced player, it will take you a while.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“I suppose we will.” Yue pulled Touya a littler closer, so that he might kiss him. “And now, if we could please continue our interrupted evening?”
“Fine, fine. Let’s go.” He cast another wistful glance over his shoulder when they left, but did not fuss anymore while Yue extinguished the light and closed the door behind them. Hardly had they taken a step in the corridor, however, when he stiffened and pulled his hand free of Yue’s. “Actually, I need just a minute.”
“For what?”
“Just one minute, I promise. Go on ahead, and I’ll catch up. I’ll make up for it,” he added, when Yue’s mouth opened to refuse. Delicately he kissed him, opening his lips just enough to impart moisture to Yue’s, a promise of things to come.
“Very well,” Yue murmured upon breaking contact. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
“-kay.” He broke away, and almost ran down the hall.

He wasn’t sure what made him glance at that particular end of the corridor, when they left the room, but it only took one glimpse of blonde hair to let Touya know they hadn’t been completely alone in the music room. The eavesdropper disappeared around the bend, and on the spur of the moment Touya decided he wasn’t quite ready to let Ralen go. There was some… things that needed discussing.
“Hey!”
Ralen was hitting a pretty fast pace, when he rounded the corner, but he hadn’t gotten too far away yet and Touya covered the distance between them at a light run. “Hey, blondie, I’m talking to you!”
Finally the overseer paused, and threw an irritated glance back at him. “What is it, slave? I’m busy.”
“I bet. You’re all hot and bothered that I didn’t get into trouble back there, so now you’re off to abuse some poor servant to make up for it. Am I right?”
“Don’t know what you mean. Now get out of my way.”
Touya and his long legs had already circled around Ralen and now he stood blocking his path, a formidable tall and muscular obstacle to the dimunitive blonde.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Beg pardon?”
“You doctored Aya’s bucket with cooking oil, and made sure to call Yue once we were falling all over each other. Yue thinks Aya did it, he says she was in love with me, but I know she didn’t. She was too shy and insecure to try something so devious. You, on the other hand, are very much capable of it. And I know you did it.”
Ralen allowed just a hint of a smirk to play across his lips. “You have no proof.”
“No, I don’t. So that’s why I’m just here with a warning. You’re gonna want to stop trying to make trouble between me and Yue.”
“Are you threatening me? Don’t you remember what happened to you the last time you hit me?”
“I’m not threatening you.” Touya took a step closer and Ralen backed up, trying not to look nervous. “Really. I am warning you. Keep interfering with me and Yue, and you might get hurt.”
“You can’t lay a finger on me.”
“It might not be me that does it.” Touya exchanged a significant look with the other man, who was not, after all, stupid. “Can’t you imagine, for just a second, what he’d do if he knew you were the one behind Aya falling onto me? So stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, stop trying to get me in trouble. I’m sick of it. And eventually, he’ll catch you and…”
Touya paused and shook his head. “I don’t know what he’d do. But it’s something to think about. Night.”
He nodded his head briefly, in a pretense of some courteous farewell, and left Ralen standing in the hallway. That blanche across his face was priceless; now it was just a question of whether he would listen.
Again Touya picked up his pace. Yue was waiting.

Li was waiting by the open doorway when Ralen finally brought Sakura around, her eyes down, her face demure, everything in her posture as cold and disaffected as someone like Sakura could possibly be. It was such a peculiar sight that he had to raise his eyebrows.
“Feeling sick?”
“No sir. I am quite well, thank you.” She shot him a surprised glance, as if he ought to have known that, before lowering her eyes again. Ralen’s eyebrows were going up too, so Li promptly steered her outside before he had much more time to look.
Politely she bade Spirit a good morning, and walked the whole way around the castle buildings without even looking up until they’d reached their favorite courtyard. Then, and only then, in the shadow of the archway, did she throw her arms around him.
“Good morning, Li!”
“Morning.” They kissed, twice, before she relaxed her arms and dropped back down to stand on her own feet. “What was all that?”
“My act? Was it good? Tomoyo said I must be very careful around you and not look you in the eyes, so I was doing my best. What did you think?”
Li just managed to stifle a chuckle. “I think you were trying a little too hard.”
“What?”
“You looked ill, more than anything else. And you can bet he noticed.” She looked crestfallen; amused, he cupped her face with one hand. “Pretending to be unhappy when you’re not doesn’t suit you, Sakura. You were made to smile. Just don’t smile at me when he’s around, that’s all.”
“Oh.” She grinned bashfully and slipped out into the sun. “I suppose that’s really the best way for me. I wish I was a better liar, but I never could tell lies with a straight face. Onii-chan would always catch me.”
Idly she fed a handful of clover to Spirit, who snorted in gratitude.
“So, you told your friend about us.”
“Er… yes. Sorry! I know you said no one could know, but she’s my best friend and she would never do anything to get us in trouble. And I had to talk to someone. Are you angry?”
“No, I pretty much figured it out yesterday.” When the city girl collected her horse from him, leaned in, and whispered, “She’s been through terrible things, Mr. Li. I hope you don’t intend to put her through more of them.”
The warning was delivered with a genteel smile fixed firmly on her face, but her violet eyes were hard as stone. He’d almost gulped.
“Oh?” Sakura was saying, breezily unaware of his expression. “How did you know?”
“Just a feeling.”
“She’s nervous, because she’s afraid of what could happen. But I promised her I’d be careful, and when I told her all about how happy I was she stopped arguing against it. Tomoyo is a very kind-hearted person.”
“Hn,” he grunted, and ambled closer to the shadows where she’d dropped to the grass. She made for such a perfect picture, carefully arranging her filmy pink skirt around her with legs folded modestly underneath, that it made his heart start to beat faster all over again. He would not kiss her, not here in the open, but he could not resist an idle stroke of her hair as he passed.
“I make you happy, then?”
“More than I’ve ever been.”

Three days passed, in which Touya’s whole world had become one of white keys, black keys, and spidery little notes scattered across pages of music. It took some work, the first day, to figure out how the melody corresponded to the code on paper, but Touya was clever at solving problems. Then after it became an unending exercise to watch the piano play itself, attach the refrain to the correct set of notes on paper, and then reproduce each section on his own. His fingers grew stiff, and hurt, as did his shoulders, but it was more than the promise of a trip outside the castle that kept him hunkered over the keys for hours at a time. For the first time in years, Touya had found a project that challenged his intellect, a task so difficult and complex that it absorbed his every waking thought in a struggle to conquer it. He did not know it, but the relentless demand on his mind released a good deal of emotional stress that had built up within. Finally, after so many months of living trapped in a prison with nothing to do, Touya was happy.
Which was more than Yue could say. An exasperated groan from the direction of the doorway surprised Touya into looking up, and he had to blink at the rapid shift in distance perspective.
“Again, Toya? Every day I must come and collect you from this room, when you know you should be waiting for me in mine.”
“Huh? It’s evening?”
“As you would have known, had you bothered to look out the window. Come.”
“Just a minute. I’m right in the middle of this one piece, and I can’t stop -”
“You can and you will.”
“But if I could just figure out this one part -”
“I wish I’d never introduced you to that infernal piano.”
“But I like it!”
“As is all too clear. And I don’t appreciate competing against such a simplistic human device.”
He’d crossed the room, and quite firmly he gripped Touya’s arm. “Don’t make me drag you, Toya.”
“Let me just get the sheets so I can study -”
“No. Come.” A brief but decisive struggle ensued, and unhappily Touya was herded away from his precious music. “You are a foolish, impetuous thing,” Yue sighed. “You have as many days as you need to learn the piece. Why do you push yourself like this?”
“I don’t know – I just don’t like knowing there’s something I can’t do. It makes me want to learn how to do it.”
One of those rarely-seen, secretive smiles tugged at the corners of Yue’s mouth, a smile that was directed more to himself than to Touya. “You are like -”
The words cut off abruptly, as if he’d just bit his own tongue, and the little smile fled.
“Hmm? Like what?”
“Never mind, slave. You are like a little boy about to be spanked because he could not follow a simple command.”
And, all protesting brushed aside, that is exactly what happened. Touya counted, to ten, and afterwards collapsed gratefully onto Yue’s cool satin sheets.
“Ouch… like I wasn’t sore enough before. I don’t even want to walk to dinner now.”
“Ralen can tell your sister you won’t be coming.”
“Don’t even think about it. I’ll go. In a minute.”
A very long minute, he was thinking. Not even caring that he was only half-dressed, Touya closed his eyes and exhaled with a sleepy sigh.
“What did you mean, sore enough before? Are you in pain?”
“Practice,” Touya mumbled into the sheets. “My back hurts, and my shoulders, and it hurts to sit after a while too.”
“Silly boy, practice for fewer hours then.”
“No, I started it and I want to finish it.”
“Foolish, impetuous, and stubborn,” Yue muttered. “Very well, but only because I have some respect for your determination. Move your arms over your head.”
Touya was too tired to question him. He did as he was told, and Yue peeled off his shirt. From the feel of it, he’d moved to kneeling on the bed with legs straddling Touya’s lower back. Open palms glided over his flesh, and then- and then those hands began to rub and knead his muscles in a way that Touya had never quite experienced before.
“Wh- oh! Oh!”
“You like it?”
“Yes.” Amazed, Touya felt the tension flowing out of that particular knot, melted like butter under Yue’s expert touch. “What are you doing?”
“It is called massage, the art of healing with hands. Most slaves learn at least some of it to please their masters, though it’s usually no more than a crude attempt. I take it you are not experienced.”
Touya mumbled a “no” into the sheets.
“I will teach you, then, so you may skillfully do the same for me.”
“Harder,” he moaned, and the heels of Yue’s palms dug into his back with such force that it almost hurt. “Mmm… harder!”
“What has the world come to, a master giving his slave a massage? I hope you will show your appreciation later this evening, for my generosity.”
This time he mumbled a “yes”.
“What was that?”
“Yes, I will. Oooh, that feels good.”
“I know.” The intimate motion of his hands and their posture on the bed were nourishing thrills of delight in Touya’s body, and friction between his body and the sheets was only compounding the situation. He contemplated rolling over and initiating something more, but when he opened his eyes he saw how dark it had become. Sakura would be waiting. “I have to go.”
Yue’s hands paused in their kneading, almost clutching at him, but then he relaxed his grip and climbed off Touya.
“Go then. You owe me considerable pleasure upon your return.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Touya almost ran out of the room and hit a fast, long-legged pace for the tearoom that at least drained his erection. It is difficult to think rationally when the body is overstimulated, as he had found out in the past couple months, and it was not until he was midway through dinner that something occurred to him.
Yue was a master who did not give his slaves massages. That much he had said, not that Touya couldn’t have guessed anyway. And even if they had done so for him, he was perfectly clear in his opinion of their skill.
So if he was such an expert, where, and how, did he learn?

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

It was going to be Scorpinac, because you’re always right there with a review within a day after my posting, and that’s admirable dedication. But now I have to make it Scorpinac and Taboo together, because you guys are hysterical. I don’t know if any other author gets a debate going back and forth in the reviews, but if they don’t then I feel sorry for them. You crack me up! And your constant theories and predictions only bother me when they skate perilously close to the real thing, because I worry about spoilers. But since I won’t say which ones are right and which ones are way off, it should be okay. My lips are zipped, but still I shall laugh.

You may have noticed that aff.net now posts how many voters have given input to each story’s rating. (The +++ thing in the summary) This intrigues me, because now I can finally know exactly how many readers I’ve got, a number impossible to determine through the reviews alone. As of now, 238 people have voted, so I’m assuming I have at least that many individual readers. If you haven’t voted, would you please? No, I’m not telling you to give me a five (feel free to punish me for Yue and Touya’s first kiss if you must, though I maintain I would change nothing about it), I just really want to know how many people are reading. Obviously, if you have already voted, please do not do so again. I’m trying to get a head count. Your participation in this voluntary census is greatly appreciated, and will do wonders for the speed in which chapter 29 appears.
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