Do you love me?

I’m
sorry for the long update, but this fanfic needs some serious revising. Lemons take
me a while to write, even just re write. And since there’s a lemon in this
chapter, well, that’s why. So go ahead, read, and if you like it, PLEASE let me
know.

Chapter
2: Heaven or hell?

Yahiko
reached his his head in annoyance and looked around. "Hm... What takes
Tsubame so long?" he sighed. He was already waiting for her half a day.
"We still have to wash Dotty."

Tsubame’s
mother heard his complaining. She looked up from the laundry and smiled
brightly at him. "I heard her saying she was planning on trimming the
roses. Maybe you should go check in the backyard then," she suggested.

“Oh,
is that so?” He threw a glance in the direction of the backyard and smiled in
gratification. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”

When
he arrived at the backyard, he saw the roses and other flowers, trees and
bushes. Everything that's supposed to be in a backyard. Well, Tsubame’s
backyard, that is. But where was Tsubame?

"Tsubame!"
he yelled. It remained silent. "Tsubame, where are you?" He didn't
see her anywhere.

Suddenly
his attention was drawn by a weird blue gloss coming from between the bushes.
"Hey, what's that light?" he said, the roses his only audience. He
came closer to examine it. He was careful at first. Never touch anything you
don’t know, his mother had always told him. It didn’t take long however, before
his curiosity enticed him to take a closer look. More than just a look in fact.
He stretched out his hand to the light, and before he knew it, he was
completely drawn into it. Just engulfed.

"Hey,
what... What the hell is happening here?!" he yelled in confusion.

There
was a blinding flash, and after that, Yahiko was nowhere to be found anymore.

**********

The
weird event had startled him like a flash of lightening in a clear-blue sky. In
a way, it was. He sat on the ground and looked around in surprise. The place
looked familiar, but everything was so big.

"Hmm...
what a strange place here," he said softly.

An
earsplitting shriek behind him made him jump up and turn around.

"Yahiko!
It's TERRIBLE!!&;

It
was Tsubame. And she was crying. Worse than crying in fact. She was sobbing,
trembling, downright panicking.

"Tsubame?
Tsubame, my love, what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly. “Why are you crying like
that?”

Tsubame
stood fiddling with the sleeve of his T-shirt, trying to control her sobbing a
bit. "You... you are..." she stuttered. And again another flood of
tears burst out of her eyes. She buried her face into his shirt and started
sobbing uncontrollably again. "You're the Crown Prince. Rikai recognised
you by your ears."

Her
voice had been muffled and Yahiko had only understood half of it. You’re the
drowned prince and Mikai recognised you by your rear? His rear?! And who was
Mikai? He frowned. "What? What are you saying now?" He gently pulled
her away for further explanation. "Tsubame, say that again now."

Tsubame
took a deep breath and forced her voice to stay calm. “I have met a girl called
Rikai. She is a fairy princess. The Crown Princess even.”

“A
fairy princess?”

“Yes.
Please don’t look at me like that, I didn’t go crazy. And please don’t think I
lost my mind when I’m telling you this.”

“Telling
me what?”

“Well,
they told me a story, and it turns out that you are… You are…”

“I
am… What?” He started when she at once started crying again, catching her as
she let herself fall into his arms.

“You
are the Crown Prince!” she practically wailed.

“What?
A Crown Prince? Tsubame, you’re talking rubbish,” he laughed airily. “How could
I possibly be a Crown Prince. I’m just a boy.”

“You
are NOT just a boy, Yahiko!” she yelled, as if the whole situation was his
doing. “Your ears are pointed and there is a reason for that!”

Oh,
his ears! Not his rear. He had misunderstood. “And then what is that reason, if
I may ask, Tsubame.”

Tsubame
tore herself away from his chest and looked at him, her eyes blazing but soon
calming down. He saw she had to strain herself to stay calm. “Go sit down, I’ll
tell you anything.” Once they sat down in the grass, she told him the whole
damn, cursed, wishing-it-wasn’t-so story.

Yahiko
sighed, long and deep. If this was a dream, then it was a damn bad one and he
wanted to wake up now. But unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream, he could feel the
grass under his fingertips painfully clearly, he could feel the wind through
his hair and on his face, streaking past moist eye corners. No, this wasn’t a
dream.

"Y...
Yahiko?" Tsubame said carefully, gently stroking her fingers through his
hair. "Please, say something."

He
did say something, and it came out in a rush of words. “This is impossible,
it’s unbelievable, it’s absurd, it’s surreal, it just can’t, it can’t, they
have been fooling you, they have been telling you lies, they have…”

“It’s
the truth, Yahiko,” she interrupted his mantra. “As much as I wish they had
indeed been telling me lies, but it is the truth.”

Yahiko
heaved another sigh. "Then let me get this straight..." he finally
said. "We are being separated because of some stupid misunderstanding in
my childhood?" He had a dull gloss over his eyes. His fists squeezed his
knees of their own accord. "But that's TERRIBLE!" he suddenly yelled.
He felt har hart bursting a little.

“We
have to resign to it, Yahiko. There is no other choice. If we ignore them, all
the fairies will die out and I don’t want that.”

“But
Tsubame. We are being separated here. I love you.”

“I
love you too, Yahiko, but I just don’t want to be responsible for the death of
so many lives.”

"We...
we can at least spend tonight together, right?" Soft sobs also started
forming in his own throat, but he still managed to hold back his tears.

Tsubame
gave a little reassuring nod, having gone miraculously calm. "Of course we
can. They can't refuse us that. Of course," she consoled him, putting her
arms around his waist. Her gaze floated to one of the trees, and she could see
that Kaoru and Rikai were watching them from a little distance. She could see
at their face they felt sorry for them, but there really was no other way.

They
had probably meant it well to ask her for helping them out as they knew she was
fond of fairies and would’ve liked that. They thought they would do her a
favour with it. Instead of that, they had taken away the most precious thing in
her life. Her Yahiko.

**********

Tsubame’s
eyes studied the structure of the inside of the tree the fairies had furnished
for the two of them while she was brushing her hair. It had grown a bit longer
over the years. Yes, they got a tree. They all lived in a tree, Kaoru had said.
At first she had found it very weird, the thought to live inside a tree. To
make love insa tra tree. Well, there was something to tell. I have done it in a
tree. But opposite to what she had thought, it was totally different inside
that tree than she had imagined. She thought it would’ve been cold and moist
over there, but it was warm and dry. Actually it was kinda cosy.

She
was sitting on a little stool, with in front of her a dresser with all kinds of
things on it, and above that a round mirror. And there were beautiful and
special flowers all over the room. Yes, it was furnished really nice. They had
done the best they could to make them comfortable. But still Tsubame felt
terrible. Tonight would be the last time she would be together with her boyfriend.
Just one night, and after that never again.

The
beautiful little comb was going through her brown hair, again and again, as if
she wanted to delay that last love-making as long as possible. Delay tomorrow.
When she put it back on the dresser, she noticed something. Something she had
put down there herself, but on which she hadn't paid any further attention for
now. It was a black parcel, wrapped with a white ribbon. She looked at it.
Tomorrow she would give it to him. On his birthday. On his wedding day. Damn
wedding day.

She
turned around and went to the bedroom, stopping the tears that threatened to
spill from her eyes. With a light step she came into the bedroom and slowly
looked around, searching for her boyfriend, but not finding any trace of him.
Must’ve been still in his own bathroom. Her feet moved towards the comfortable
looking bed and she went sitting down on it. Or would he have gone... No, she
dismissed the thought. He wouldn’t. Would he? Go to Rikai? Could it be that
there was something about that girl that made her irresistible? She could still
remember his admiring look when he got introduced to her. A look which had
disappeared again ever so swiftly, but not swiftly enough. She had seen it damn
well! Could it be that she could mesmerise a boy into loving her the moment
they make eye contact? She’s a fairy, she might well be possible to such stuff.
But he wouldn't leave her alone right now, would he? He himself asked to stay
together tonight.

A
rustling behind her woke her from her dreaming. She jumped slightly when she
felt hands on her hips, caressing the soft robe she wore.

“Tsubame,”
Yahiko murmured softly against her neck.

She
needn’t have worried, he was there after all. “What took you so long?” she
asked, smiling.

“Aah,
I wanted to look great for you tonight.”

“Great?”
she said confused. Turning around completely, she felt her eyes widening and
her hand raising to cover her mouth in surprise. Pleasant surprise. He sure was
planning to make something special of this. “Oh, Yahiko.”

Yahiko
moved to stand in front of her, posing for her to admire him. He was wearing
tight black pants, white cuffs and a black bowtie. That was it. Oh yeah, and a
red rose in his right hand.

Tsubame
sat stunned. She had never quite seen him like this before. She saw him
kneeling and offering her the rose. “A wild rose for the wildest girl I’ve ever
met,” he smiled wickedly. As she was about to take the rose, he drew it away
again. “Wait,” he said. She shivered as he placed it almost solemnly behind her
ear. “Marvellous,” he sighed.

“Yahiko,”
Tsubame peeped, emotion overwhelming her. “I don’t want to be parted from you…”

“Hush,”
Yahiko whispered, laying a finger on Tsubame’s trembling lips and letting that
finger follow by his own lips. “We won’t think about that tonight. This night
is ours, and I intend to make it something good.”

"Let’s
make it a night, okay? It just has to be perfect tonight."

“And
it will be,” Yahiko nodded. His heart wrenched to see her this sad. He felt a
burning anger inside of him. The mere thought that it was all because of a
stupid mistake when he was a baby, the powerlessness of it made him furious.
But he wasn't about to show that to her. In the first place, he had to make
sure she felt comfortable, even though he felt like dying from a heart bleeding
to death. Her happiness was his.

“Now,
shall I start?”

“Start?
But… Yahiko, what are you going to do?” She watched him as he straightened and
went standing a few feet away from her. Looking around for something but
seemingly not finding it, he shrugged.

“I’m
sorry, I have no music. Should’ve brought my stereo.” He smirked at the
quizzical look she was giving him. Playing a sultry tune in his head, his hips
gently started swaying to the imaginary music, his hands roaming down. He
gasped as they brushed past his sensitive nipples. After a slow decent, they
came to rest at the waistband of the black pants. “Want me to take them off, bamebame?”

Tsubame
nodded eagerly, her eyes glued to the pants.

He
went standing right in front of her, her face level with groigroin. “Why don’t
you do it for me?”

Tsubame’s
hands shot to the button of his pants, enthusiastically undoing it. As she was
about to pull down the zipper, she changed her mind. She moved her head closer
to his groin, grinning at the glare of pure lust Yahiko threw her. Her tongue
played with the little metal tag before she grabbed it with her teeth and
slowly dragged it down.

“Tsubame,”
Yahiko hissed, letting his head loll back. It was obvious that he, nor she was
in control. They were driving each other mad in turns.

Tsubame
chuckled. Through the now parted fabric of the pants, she could see black silk.
Black silk boxers.

Smirking,
Yahiko turned around and bent over, pulling the pants slowly over his firm
buttocks and down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and faced his Tsubame
again, laughing at the look on her face.

Dear
God, Jesus and Mary, it were no boxers. It was a black thong! He looked
absolutely breathtaking in it.

“Like
what you see, miss?” Yahiko teased.

Wordlessly,
Tsubame nodded her approval.

“Would
you like to see more?”

Another
nod. And a swallow.

“I would like to dance a bit more first.” He again started swaying,
ghosting his hands over his tanned skin, his one thumb hooking behind the
elastic of his thong and making it snap. He moaned at the light sting it caused
to his hipbone. Raising his left hand, he bit in the cuff and tore it off with
his teeth, repeating the procedure with his right hand and throwing the little
pieces of white fabric to Tsubame. He started humming the tune in his head
aloud and moved in a half circle so that his back was facing the bed. Both
hands glided down to the cheeks of his butt, sliding in under the thong and
taking the tiny scrap of silk along as he went further. To Tsubame’s
disappointment, he moved his hands up again, only granting her a peek of what
was hidden underneath. Still humming, he sauntered to the side, where he had
hid a tray. A tray with pieces of strawberry and champagne. He took both of the
glasses and offered one to a breathless Tsubame.

“To us,” he said, chinking their glasses together.

“Where did you get all this?” Tsubame asked, finding she was still able
to speak after all.

“Kaoru was kind enough to get it for me.” Raising his glass, he took a
large gulp of it, some of the expensive beverage dribbling on his chest. Not at
all disturbed, he looked down. “I seemed to have spilled a bit,” he said,
kneeling down in front of Tsubame. “Can you take care of that for me?”

Tsubame was quick to comply. She eagerly licked the champagne off his
chest, trailing her mouth down to his nipple and sucking softly.

“Ah,” Yahiko moaned silently. Tangling his hand in Tsubame hair, he
gently pulled her head away again. “Not yet, my love. I still have more up my
sleeve.”

Tsubame reluctantly let go and went sitting back again, ready to see
more of this erodispdisplay.

Yahiko straightened, Tsubame’s hand idly brushing against the prominent
bulge tenting the thong as he did so. He couldn’t stifle another moan, a louder
one this time.

“Say Yahiko, don’t you think it’s about time you took that off?” she
chuckled. Not waiting for an answer, she gently tugged the little thong down
over his hips, peeling it over his erection and dragging it all the way down. A
happy hard one greeted her when she looked up again. Just too enticing not to
give it a teasing flick with the tongue. She smiled at the reaction it caused.

“Oh, Tsubame!” Yahiko groaned, bucking his hips up to fleefleeting
touch.

“Want me to do that again, Yahiko?”

“Ohh… Please…”

“Uh-uh,”
she said, shaking her head and reclining on the bed. “You had more up your
sleeve. You said so yourself. Now, let’s see what else you’re planning on
doing, mister.”

With
a slight growl of frustration, Yahiko took a step back and prowled back to the
little tray. He took a piece of the strawberries and popped it in his mouth,
smiling in delight as he rolled the sweet taste around on his tongue. “Mmm…
tasty,” he purred. He took another piece of the sugary fruit and gesture to Tsubame.
“Want some?” Seeing Tsubame nod, he took the silvery plate and went sitting on
the bed. Sinking his teeth in a red piece of strawberry, he transferred it to
her mouth, sharing it with his girlfriend in a sweet kiss.

“It’s
good,” Tsubame murmured.

“I
know something better.”

“You
do?”

“Uhu.”

“What
is it?”

“Take
off your robe.”

Tsubame
did so without question, exposing her naked body to her boyfriend. She
shuddered at the hungry look that snaked into Yahiko’s eyes.

“Now,
spread your legs,” Yahiko ordered, his voice thick with desire.

Again,
Tsubame willingly complied. Her eyes locked onto the ruby piece of fruit Yahiko
plucked from the bowl and followed it as it circled her right breast and then
made a slow descent down her belly. She gasped as the coldness started
caressing between her legs and ran further down to her heated and wet entrance.

Yahiko
dipped the peace of strawberry in the moistness he found there between the
little lips as if it was hot, melted chocolate. Sucking the fruit inside his
mouth, he smiled at the pleasant taste his taste buds were treated to. “Now,
*that’s* what I call yummi,” he smirked, licking his lips.

Tsubame
moaned as her entrance was touched. Through lidded eyes, she watched Yahiko
eagerly devouring the strawberry, covered in her essence, then licking his
lips. The mere sight was enough to make her even more moist.

“Wanna
have a taste too?”

The
rumble in Yahiko’s voice made her shiver. “No,” she said, her mouth crooking in
a grin.

Yahiko
frowned. “No?” he asked surprised.

Tsubame
shook her head and reached for a piece of strawberry herself. “I’d rather taste
something else.”

Yahiko
swallowed hard as he saw Tsubame’s hand with the red fruit in it going down,
moaning as the chilly treat came into contact with the burning tip of his cock.
He felt her following the tiny slit, down and back up. Then she rapidly popped
it into her mouth.

“Now,
that’s what *I* call yummi,” she grinned.

Yahiko’s
cock twitched at the challenging façade she put up. Barely giving her the time
to swallow, he lunged for her and pressed his lips on hers, pushing his tongue
past them and playing with the counterpart he found there. He kissed her until
they had to break for air, or so he had to. Tsubame just continued along his
jaw and neck, until her teeth latched on the black bowtie he was still wearing.
Glancing up through already sweaty bangs, she ripped it off with her teeth, the
little hooks it was fastened with giving in to her forceful tug.

Yahiko
moaned at the brief restraining feel he got around his neck when she ripped it
off. It had hurt, but only a little.

“Having
trouble, love?” Tsubame asked, not bothering to look up from his smooth neck.

“No,”
Yahiko breathed. Not like he was gonna admit it.

“Good.”
As she let her lips go lower, she gradually pushed him further down to the
mattress. She paused at a nipple to tease it and smiled as he arched his back.

“Feels
good, Yahiko?” she asked softly.

Yahiko
could only nod, his vocal skills having deserted him for the moment.

Smiling
wickedly, she advanced over hard muscles to his navel, poking her tongue
repeatedly in and back out. Taking her glass, she drizzled some of the
champagne in it and caught the drips running down the side with her tongue.

Yahiko
watched every move of Tsubame’s tongue, the pink, slick muscle darting out to
taste the sparkling fluid. He gasped as one of the drops escaped and somehow
knew to find its way down to his groin.

“Oops,
that one got away,” Tsubame said with a cocky hand to her mouth. “Better lick
it off, right?”

Yahiko
just swallowed again and nodded almost mechanically. His voice made a
miraculous return under the form of moans and whimpers and the like as Tsubame
leisurely dragged her tongue around the base of his proudly erect cock,
savouring the taste of the champagne mingled with the taste of his skin. She
licked up the underside and teased the head with her tongue, tasting and loving
the pre cum pearling there at the top.

“Uggn,
Tsubame,” Yahiko moaned, thrusting his hips up. Reaching down, he softly pulled
at one of her arms. “Come here, I wanna kiss you.”

Tsubame
graciously slithered up and lowered her lips on his, letting him taste himself.
Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while, neither of them winning the
duel, then they broke apart again, leaning their foreheads to each other.
“Yahiko, I don’t want to leave you,” Tsubame said softly, not able to stop time
for tonight and throw any thoughts of tomorrow out of her head.

In
spite of the gnawing pain in his own stomach, Yahiko gave a little chuckle.
“Tsubame, you act like we will never see each other again after tomorrow,” he
smiled. “But that’s not true.”

“It’s
not?”

“Of
course not. I will be married, that’s a fact, but that won’t change a thing
about how I feel for you. I will never stop loving you, you hear me, Tsubame
Sanjô,” he said, gently tapping her nose with his index finger at those last
words.

Tsubame
smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Yahiko. I will never
stop loving you either,” she sighed happily. “But then you have to promise me
one thing.”

“What?”

“You
have to skip the wedding night with Rikai.”

Holy crap, the wedding night! style='font-family:"Comic Sans MS";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Yahiko cursed
inwardly. His eyes widened and he felt himself reddening to the roots of his
hair. That, he hadn’t thought of yet.

He
pulled loose from the embrace and grabbed Tsubame’s shoulders, in all honesty
not knowing what to say. He could see the logic in it, though. Tradition wants
that, when you get married, you dive into bed and get down and dirty. Well,
maybe not that, but at least there would be… contact.

“Yahiko?”
Tsubame’s voice pulled him from his concoctions.

He
blinked. Focus, Yahiko. “Eh… yeah. Yeah, of course I promise you thahe
he
stuttered clumsily, somehow managing to sound convincing, pasting on a smile.
“That would only be normal, right? I mean, I don’t love her. I love you.” He
smiled as he saw her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile, making her
look like the cute little thing she was, or at least could make everyone
believe she was. “And now, if you don’t mind, I want to make love to you.” His
voice had gone back to the low baritone and his mouth took hers in a
soul-shattering kiss.

Tsubame
trembled with anticipation as she felt Yahiko’s fingers creeping down her
torso, moaning into the kiss. They were quick to find the familiar nub down
there that was only his to torture. He rolled his fingers over it, Tsubame
breaking the kiss to cry out in pleasure. Going further down, he covered his
fingertips with her essence and went back up, making her clit even more
sensitive. Tsubame’s hands spasmed on his back, her fingers digging into the
flesh.

Yahiko
pushed Tsubame down on the bed, finally tired of the mister gentleman mode he’d
been in up till now and growing more aggressive. Tsubame willingly spread her
legs for him, giving him free choice of what he would do next. Yahiko’s eyes
grew hungry at the feast that was laid out for him. He lowered his head and
continued the teasing of her pleasure centre with his tongue, massaging it and
softly biting. He grinned at the wail of ecstasy that tore from her mouth. His
lips were soon drawn to the warm well down below and he eagerly drank her taste
to always remember.

Tsubame
gripped the pillow above her head as her mind was spinning with pleasure.
Through a haze of delight, she heard herself screaming. Pleading. Begging.

“Yahiko,
please! I want to feel you… need you… inside!” she cried, rocking her hips up
into the touch of his tongue.

Yahiko
lifted his head, licking his lips like a satisfied cat after its meal, and
stalked over her. “What was that, my love?” he murmured.

“Please
Yahiko. Make love to me,” Tsubame panted. “Prove me that I’m the only one for
you.”

“Oh,
words alone aren’t enough?” Yahiko teased, arching an eyebrow.<
<

Tsubame
shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Guess
I’m gonna have to use other mediums then,” he breathed huskily. He spread her
legs a bit more and entered her with a fluent thrust, gasping as the soft walls
gripped him. Tsubame screamed her approval under him and bucked her hips to
meet his. Yahiko moaned in response and started a slow retreat, only to plunge
back into heaven with a forceful thrust.

Their
hips danced an erotic dance together, slow in the beginning, but soon picking
up in pace. Tsubame was lost in blind pleasure, clinging to her boyfriend for
dear life. A sharp cry tore through her ragged breathing as he managed to find
one of hepplepples and sucked it hungrily, like a baby in search for milk.

Yahiko
grinned around his mouthful. Milk. He had milk. And soon Tsubame would milk him
from every drop he had. He could already feel her starting to contract around
him. The sounds she made were down to monosyllables, high-pitched and loud.
That’s how he liked hearing her best. The tension around his cock increased
even more, and so did the heat deep inside his belly. The passionate outcry of
his name was the spark it needed for his ‘milk’ to explode and race to his cock
and find its warm haven in Tsubame’s welcoming sheath.

His
arms gave out and he slumped forward on top of her heaving chest. Not a second,
or he was unceremoniously pushed away to roll next to her with a lazud.

“Need…
air…” Tsubame panted, sucking much needed oxygen inside her lungs.

“Me
too…” Yahiko managed to reply.

They
lay there recovering for several moments before Yahiko turned his head to look
at her. Her dark brown hair was plastered to her forehead in irregular
patterns, like drizzles of molten chocolate. The rose had fallen out of her
hair and now lay astray on the pillow. The expression on her face was one of
pure happiness. He wanted to remember her like that, imprint that face onto his
retina. The face of happiness. Like this, she was most beautiful to him.

Feeling
the weight of his eyes on her, Tsubame rolled her head to the side. “What?” she
asked, smiling.

“Nothing,”
Yahiko shrugged. “You’re beautiful.”

Tsubame
chuckled. “You too.” She felt her heart shrinking as she noticed a moist trail
going down his cheek. He had been crying, though she knew he would never admit
it. He was a boy, after all. Boys didn’t cry.

“Was
that enough of a prove?” he grinned.

“Yes,
it was,” Tsubame nodded, cuddling closer into the warmth of her boyfriend’s
body, a warmth that could only be felt between true lovers. “Care for another
round?”

“Tsubame!”
Yahiko yelled in surprise.

“What?
I said we would make a night of it,” defedefended herself.

“Serious
about that, were ya?”

“Sure
thing.”

Yahiko
laughed. “Okay, but let me rest a bit first.”

“Oh,
but you don’t have to do a thing, my love.”

“I
don’t?”

Tsubame
grinned wickedly and rolled over on top of him, straddling him. “I’m gonna ride
you.”

Yahiko’s
eyes narrowed. “Roww,” he growled.

To
be continued…