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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 30
‘of secrets within’

Summer sunshine fell through the whispering leaves like trickling gold. Dappled light illuminated their private place under the trees, all sunlight and shadow that swirled around them as wind tickled the trees. Sakura spun and Syaoran slashed, her skirt flared and his blade flashed, both absorbed in a dance that was originally meant for one.
It began without conscious thought or direction, at least on Sakura’s part. She was only practicing her steps as a dutiful student should when she glimpsed Syaoran moving through his patterns. His swordplay fascinated her; he cleaved the air with such perfect grace and skill that he seemed no less a dancer than she, and one far more poised at that. She forgot her own steps and started mimicking his, then whimsically mixed the two of them together. She wasn’t sure when he caught on to her, his expression so cool and focused as it was, but at some point he had and the two began to move about one another in corresponding motion. She dipped and he thrust, she swayed and he sliced. Under the rustling canopy of midsummer-green leaves, the two of them danced like there was no one else in the world.
A particularly breathtaking move stopped the blade just short of her neck, but it didn’t occur to Sakura to fear his sword. Syaoran moved with too much control, too much precision to ever allow that. The edge hovered just inches from her flesh, and languidly she extended an arm along its length.
“What would Meilin say if she could see you now? And you said you hated dancing so much.”
“You will not breathe a word of this to her. And anyway, this isn’t dancing. You’re dancing, I’m drilling.”
“They don’t seem so different now.” Sakura slipped gracefully to her right and he did the same, still stepping in sync, still moving to the music of the whispering leaves.
“You can keep those thoughts to yourself.”
She laughed at the face he made. “Deny it all you like, but you’re so graceful with your sword. It’s beautiful to watch.”
“Threatening, dangerous, deadly. Not beautiful.”
“Maybe it’s just because you’ve never been able to watch yourself…”
“That’s it, I’m never practicing in front of you again.” He dropped his sword to point at the earth, and Sakura tugged on his arm.
“No! Pleeease don’t stop, I want to watch you still. I promise not to say it’s pretty again… even if it is.”
Syaoran favored her with a rather dry look, to which she batted her eyelashes, and he shrugged. Before she had a chance to react he’d circled around behind her, arms overlaid hers, his chest warm against her back. A thousand butterflies let loose on Sakura’s bloodstream, but it was by no means unpleasant.
“You think my sword is something cute? Then let’s try this.”
Cupped between his own hands, he clasped both of hers around the large handle. Sakura grunted at the unexpected weight; the sword was much heavier than Syaoran made it look. She doubted she could have held it upright without his added support.
“Oof!”
“That’s right – you’re holding pure steel and gilded brass in your hands. One of the most finely crafted weapons in the civilized world, and you think it’s ‘pretty’.”
He made a disdainful sort of noise in the back of his throat, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“I’m sorry! But it really is amazing that you can hold it so easily, and in one hand, while you do your patterns.”
“Practice. Years and years of it.”
Very slowly he guided their arms into a new position, angling the sword to sweep it leftward. Sakura could feel his breath against her cheek, the slow and steady exhalations as he maintained control, and heard her heartbeat pick up again. She hoped he would nibble on the lobe of her ear, as Tomoyo sometimes did, but it didn’t seem to occur to Syaoran.
“The steel is folded over, one thin sheet layered on top of another, hundreds of times,” he was explaining. “That’s why it’s so heavy, and that’s how it’s so strong.”
“How can it shrink to that tiny little amulet, when it’s so big and heavy? Is it heavy when it’s hanging around your neck too?”
“Just heavy enough so I know it’s there. Weight and size don’t matter when it comes to magical manipulation.”
“Magic is so incredible! Did Master Yue give it to you when you came to the castle?”
“Yue?” he echoed, sounding mildly affronted. “Not at all – no, this is one magical artifact in the castle that has nothing to do with him. It’s been mine since I was four, and it was my father that left it to me.”
His feet moved and Sakura tried to keep up with his steps, as the heavy sword curved into a reverse stroke.
“When you were four? Could you really hold it?”
“Not so much,” he admitted grudgingly. “I think it was about as tall as me when held upright. But it’s tradition in the Li family for the father to pass on this sword to his oldest son, and I was his only one. It’s one of our most cherished heirlooms.”
The angle of the blade changed and Sakura caught her reflection in its mirror-clean surface, sunlight glinting on edges she didn’t need to touch to know they were razor sharp. The hilt under her hands was warm and glowed like old gold, silken scarlet tassel dangling at the end. Sakura tried to imagine any of the families in her home owning such a thing, passing it down from one generation to the next, and could not. It must be worth everything in her village combined.
“Where did it come from?”
“I told you.”
“No, I mean originally. Your father received it from your grandfather, and then he got it from his father, but how far back does it go? It must have come from somewhere.”
“It’s hundreds of years old, at least.” Gently he pulled their arms back and then thrust the sword forward, point stabbing slow-motion into some invisible enemy. “I would never have the magic needed to create something like this – nobody alive in my family does. Some of them say, though, that one of our ancestors was an incredibly powerful sorcerer who made this sword and several other artifacts too. If it’s true, he would have been one of the strongest magicians that ever lived.”
“Wow…”
His left hand pried hers from the hilt, so that their right hands could hold the sword aloft in some new stance. Pressed alongside him she could feel his muscles contract and tense, and almost shivered in delight.
“What is it like?”
“What is what like?”
“Magic. What does it feel like to have it?”
“That’s impossible to answer. What does it feel like to have eyes, to have a nose?” His left hand cupped her waist, guiding them both into a turn, and they swept the sword outward.
“It can’t be that simple.”
“It’s a sense, just like hearing or sight.”
“But you also use it, to call on your sword.”
“Yes, but that varies from person to person. My sisters couldn’t call on this sword; their magic developed in different ways. Some people heal, some people see the future. I inherited the combat magic that most men in my family have. With the sword’s help, I can even generate my own lightning and wind.”
“Really? Will you show me?”
“Oh no, too much chance of you getting hurt. It’s impossible to practice unless I have a target that I don’t mind killing, so my control isn’t good yet. It’s like emergency strength, difficult to use unless you’re suddenly terrified. And that doesn’t happen to me a lot.”
Sakura sighed. “It must be nice to have so many ways to be strong. I wish I had magic too, at least.”
“Whoever said you didn’t?”
“Huh?”
Sakura tripped over her own feet in surprise, just when Syaoran was moving her into a new stance, and would have hit the ground like a fallen tree if he hadn’t snatched her hand in time. Mouth open, she simply hung there in midair and stared up at him.
“What did you say?”
“There’s no reason why you wouldn’t have it. I think you probably do.”
“But- but I can’t! I couldn’t do any of those things you were talking about.”
“I told you, it’s different for everyone.” He hauled her back up to her feet, and there was nothing in his expression to indicate he was kidding. “It’s your sensitivity to animals, Sakura. Spirit loves you, she even plays with you, and she won’t let anyone but me come near her in this castle. You said yourself that she ‘asked’ you to pet her. I think you communicate with them and don’t even realize it.”
“That’s not magic! I just like them and they like me. It’s always been that way.”
“Because you’ve always had the gift. What, you never bothered to wonder why before?”
Sakura’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, before she answered a meek, “No”.
He snorted. “No one in your family has magic?”
“I’m sure I would have noticed!”
“Well, it came from somewhere. I’m sure of that much.” In his hand the sword glowed and shrank, and he tossed the amulet up in the air before catching it. “You don’t look pleased.”
“I have – well, you think I have – magic, and that’s all I can do? Talk to animals?”
“Probably not. If I had to guess, I’d say you pick up on their feelings and communicate your own. You never had to for humans because you use speech. But you likely could. I don’t know – I never learned to be a teacher for this sort of thing. My mother’s the one that could really help you.”
He shrugged and ambled over to the nearest tree, collapsing into a relaxed posture and not seeming to notice the way Sakura was still standing statue-still, mentally scrambling to grasp everything he’d just told her. So many surprises this castle had for her – did Sakura ever really know anything about herself before?
“Syaoran?”
“Yeah?”
“If it’s true… if you’re right and I have that sort of power, do- do you think you could help me? Try to use it on purpose, that is?”
“I told you I’m not trained for that,” he reminded her, and she dropped her eyes. “But yes. I’ll try.”

Day turned into evening, that thickened into dusk, but the darkening sky brought no noticeable drop in temperature. Here in the valley the midsummer nights were warm, balmy affairs under a sky more like purple velvet than true black. They’d left the balcony door open to catch the breeze, candles lit for light instead of the fire. Tense with concentration, Touya was especially conscious of the warmth as his hands moved dutifully across Yue’s back.
“Not so quickly, Toya,” Yue lectured, “this is not a task to be rushed. Each muscle must be kneaded and pressed thoroughly, it is necessary for the release of my own tension.”
“What tension?” Touya muttered under his breath, but obediently slowed down. This was much harder than Yue made it look, and his hands and arms ached from the labor of it.
“You must not move in a straight line, this is not one of your arithmetic puzzles. Feel the curves of my back, work with the lines in my body.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I do not think you are putting forth all the effort that you could, slave.”
“I’m not your slave. And I’m trying, but it’s hard to know exactly what to do when I can’t watch you massage my back. I’m doing the best I can.”
“Stop prodding, Toya, you are not herding me to pasture. Simply press, gently yet inexorably as a mother wolf bathes her young.”
“I cannot believe you said that.”
“Be careful around my shoulder blades, that’s a sensitive area for me.”
“Right.”
“No, not the heel of the palm there! That is for the lower back – here use only the thumbs. Press, release, press, release.”
Touya groaned and tumbled off Yue’s back, collapsing gratefully onto the cool satin.
“What do you think you’re doing? You’re not finished yet.”
“I am too. My fingers are all sore and you keep complaining.”
“I am teaching.”
“Well I’m sorry that I can’t match your perfect technique,” Touya retorted. “Give me a day or two, would you? I feel like my hands are going to fall off.”
“Now who’s complaining? You should be honored to learn this task, which I have never entrusted to a slave, and delighted to give so much pleasure to your adored master.”
Propped up on his elbows, he took one of Touya’s hands and rubbed it tenderly, while Touya just rolled his eyes. Yue’s touch did actually help, though he wouldn’t admit it.
“Who taught you?”
He kept his tone light and unconcerned, as if the question had just occurred to him, but he couldn’t help scrutinizing Yue’s face in the wan light very carefully once he’d asked. There was just a flicker in his violet eyes, almost too fast to see, but his expression remained cool.
“No one did. I have always been perfect at this, like any other task I choose to perform.”
Touya rolled his eyes again. “Sorry I asked.”
“As well you should be, my troublesome slave. Very well, I will let you off, but only because it is your first lesson. Next time we will also do the arms, and you’ll use oil.”
“Can’t wait.”
Touya stretched his arms over his head, relishing the release of his cramped muscles, then froze. That shadow had returned, dousing him and this room in a darkness that had nothing to do with the natural night. He didn’t remember feeling it so strongly before, like a cold and grim cloud covering up the sun. So forbidding was it, he didn’t even feel safe lying down and sat up straight in bed. But there was nothing to see, nothing but the quiet bedroom and a glowing fire, stars shining brightly in the purple sky outside. He did not need to look, however, to know that beside him Yue had tensed.
“Don’t tell me,” he muttered. “You have to go again.”
“Unfortunately yes. It will not be for very long.”
“But why? It’s not even a new moon this time!” He turned accusing eyes on Yue, who drew himself up haughtily.
“Have it all figured out, I see. You think you are so clever, slave, but there is so much you don’t know.”
“You could fix that. Why won’t you tell me where you keep running off to, at least? Or why?”
“Because it is none of your business, and I don’t care for your arrogance in presuming that it is. Know your place, slave.”
“I’m not your damn slave,” Touya snapped. “I’m the man that sleeps in your bed, and I don’t feel like doing it alone while I wonder where the hell you are. Because I’m sure you’re not taking a stroll through the woods. What is that thing that I can feel in the air?”
Yue had rolled off the bed, looking irritable, and turned away to shrug on his robe. But at Touya’s final question he stopped short and whipped around, plainly startled.
“You can feel it?”
“Of course I can- hey!” Without warning Yue had taken Touya’s chin in his hand, turning his face one way and another as if to study him. “Stop it, what are you doing?”
Touya tugged himself out of Yue’s grip with some difficulty, uncomfortable under his scrutiny. All traces of irritation had been wiped from Yue’s expression, leaving only honest surprise.
“Astonishing. And to think I went so long without noticing it – I have been complacent. I’m sure it was not active when we met.”
“What wasn’t? What the hell are you talking about?”
“You, Toya. And the magic inside you.”
Touya had been fighting for Yue to reveal something – this was not it. Dumbfounded, he felt his jaw swing open as he boggled at Yue.
“What?”
“You possess the gift, unlikely as it seems. It isn’t common, but I have heard of magical children born in remote settlements, completely unaware of their own gift due to the uneducated population. Had you a temple in your village? A priestess?”
An image of Kaho popped into his head, but Clearwater had been hours from his home. Stiffly Touya shook his head.
“I thought as much. You had no awareness of it and so it atrophied inside you, useless. It’s only now that you’ve begun to perceive the ability.”
“What- no- hold on- what?” Yue was talking so fast and so smoothly, as if everything made sense to him and was as normal and expected as the arrival of a sunrise. Touya, on the other hand, was fumbling to string a sentence together.
“No! No, I don’t have any magic, no one in our village did! What are you going on about?”
“Magic runs through my bloodstream, Toya, it permeates my existence. Do not insult me by telling me you don’t have it when it’s perfectly obvious you do. I’m only chagrined I didn’t see it earlier. You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“What magic?” Touya groaned, exasperated. “Because I can’t float things through the air or move one object through another like you do, I’m sure I would have noticed.”
“Few humans can. Their magics vary as much as their hair and eye color, and one’s ability is very different from the next. There are healers, for example, and those who can see the future. You, I believe, possess a special sensitivity – a sixth sense.”
He seemed so sure. Touya noticed he was sitting back down on the sheets, riveted in spite of himself.
“What does that mean?”
“You can feel that which most humans would not, such as communication through means other than speech.”
“Like hearing thoughts?”
“Not word for word, as you would hear in speech. Think of it as reading someone’s expression to see their feelings.”
“I can do that anyway.”
“Not from a distance, you couldn’t.”
“Then I’d be hearing all the emotions of everyone in this castle all day, wouldn’t I?”
Yue tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Even subconsciously, magic develops according to your will. If you are able to sense thoughts, that ability would be attuned to those most precious to you.”
“Like Sakura?”
“Probably yes.”
Touya let out a humorless chuckle and leaned back against braced arms. “Now I know you’re wrong. If I could sense what Sakura was feeling, I wouldn’t have been calmly eating my lunch while she was being kidnapped and stolen from my village.”
“I told you, it was dormant.”
“Then why would it wake up now?”
“Because of me, of course.”
“Eh?”
“Your constant proximity to me, who breathes magic on a daily basis, has stimulated your own ability. It’s an unusual case.”
“I’ll say.” Touya’s thoughts were in a whirl, desperately trying to put everything that had just been said in some kind of order, to fit it all in with everything he thought he knew.
“Do not fret, Toya. When I return, we’ll discuss it some more. Sleep now; I’ll be gone when you wake.”
He leaned over and dropped a gentle kiss on Touya’s brow, then turned toward the door. Only then did Touya realize he’d let himself be distracted, and very effectively too.
“Hey! You never answered my question.”
“That’s right.”
“Why can’t you just tell me? You demand to know everything about my personal life – it’s not fair.”
Yue paused and glanced back, eyes glittering in the lamplight. Did they seem melancholy?
“Life is never fair. For master and slave more than anyone.”
He left, and Touya didn’t bother to go tug at a door he knew would be locked. Upset, confused, and very annoyed, he fell back against the bed and stared mournfully at the canopy. Magic, now? So many things he didn’t know, about himself or anything else in this castle, so many secrets. He might never make sense of them all.
Especially the secret that he slept with.

Dinner for the siblings, the next evening, was a quiet one. Neither was willing to discuss the subject of magic with the other, first because neither was quite ready to believe it and second because each was sure that even a mention of it would only alarm the other unnecessarily. Sakura, in particular, would be guarding her secret because it was so irrevocably linked to her other big secret – Syaoran.
They’d tried, that day in the courtyard. After checking carefully to make sure no one could see, Syaoran had tipped forward and touched his forehead to hers, telling her to relax and breathe deep and just ‘let her thoughts go’. Too late – his nearness and light exhalations against her lips had already scattered any thoughts she had. Trying to read his mind was an absolutely impossible task when her own was such a jumble of giddy delight.
In the end, he gave up and said they’d try again when she’d learned to focus a little. It was embarrassing enough to make her blush, but not enough to keep her from stealing a kiss anyway. Magic or no magic, Sakura was just happy to be with Syaoran doing anything at all.
Touya’s thoughts were running along a slightly darker path. He was wishing that if he really did have the ability to read minds, then the first one he would read was that of his mysterious so-called master. Damn Yue and all his secrets, his trips away from the castle to a destination that no one knew, his condescendingly evasive replies to any of Touya’s questions. And more than anything else…

That name. Clow. Touya was no idiot, and after all this time he was rather insulted that Yue still often treated him like one. Yue never spoke in his sleep, not even so much as a whisper, but something about that clearing in the woods was special. He’d been there before, and his eyes were so gentle when he looked upon it. And while he slept, he murmured the name of someone who couldn’t have just been ‘somebody’, not to a frigid recluse like Yue.
Clow. Clow. Clow.
The name kept circling through Touya’s head, such a frustratingly simple word fraught with mystery. It occupied his thoughts all through the night after Yue left, and the next day, through dinner with his sister, and then that night too. Trying to read a book did no good at all. And it wasn’t until well past moonset that Touya, lying wide awake in an empty bed, remembered the door.
That peculiar, traditionally locked door. He’d stumbled across it his very first day of exploring the castle, but he hadn’t gone down that particular passage since and its existence had escaped his mind until now. It took hours of searching after breakfast to find it again, and now he was standing in front of it with that stupid name still buzzing in his mind and wondering what to do next.
When Yue preferred that no one cross a particular door, he sealed it shut with his own magic. That much Touya knew very well. No other rooms in the castle were kept permanently locked, at least that he’d seen. So what was on the other side? Maybe it had something to do with Yue’s periodic absences. Or maybe it had something to do with Clow. Or maybe it had nothing to do with either and held nothing but dusty antique junk, but in any case Touya was burning to find out.
His hand touched the cold metal handle, grimy and gray from years of neglect, and he hesitated. If Yue ever found out, he’d be furious. He’d made it clear enough he didn’t want Touya prying into his business. But then, Touya reasoned, he wouldn’t have to go poking around if Yue would just answer his questions directly instead of constantly avoiding them. He was the one who would tell Touya nothing; it was his own fault if Touya had to go looking on his own.
Resolved, he pressed the handle. It shifted downward, stiffly, and the door grudgingly twitched. He tried again, pushing and pulling to loosen any caked up dirt, and got nothing. Then he tried throwing his weight against the door, several times, but wound up with only a bruised and aching shoulder. Not that he should have been surprised – the thing was solid oak and looked thick. And this time the hinges were on the other side. Feeling a touch of déjà vu, Touya stared at it and wondered how he would ever get through.
The only answer, as far as he could see, was to pick the lock. Unfortunately he knew nothing about lockpicking and had no one to ask. Through the castle he hunted for any thin and sharp objects he could find, and returned ready to at least try. The feather quill bent and snapped within seconds, a hairpin didn’t seem long enough, and the pendulum from a water clock was too thick and blunt to be any good. But to Touya, the challenge had only whetted his appetite. He was no idiot. He’d find his way through this door, eventually, and maybe then he’d find the answers Yue was so afraid to give.

After another fruitless morning spent trying to ‘communicate’, Sakura was beginning to despair.
“I’m sure you’re wrong,” she kept saying, as they wandered their way back through the castle. “Magic just can’t be in me – if it was I’d be able to do this. I’d be able to hear you or at least you’d be able to hear me. But there’s nothing at all!”
“Shh, relax. Do you think you learned to walk in a day?”
“I don’t remember…”
“Who does? I don’t even remember the first day I started learning this sword.” Absently he tapped the bump under his shirt. “I was too young. But my teacher loves to tell me that the first time I tried picking it up, I tipped and fell over.”
Sakura stifled a giggle. “Did you really?”
“Do not tell Meilin, she doesn’t know about that.”
“I wouldn’t. But it’s rather funny. I’m sure you were just the cutest little boy.”
“Let’s not talk about that. Let’s do something else, like a kiss, because he’ll be along any minute to collect you.”
Li glanced swiftly up and down the length of the hallway – they were alone and would easily hear anyone coming. An alcove featuring a marble statue provided the perfect spot to squeeze into with Sakura and back her into the wall, lips descending hungrily on hers. Ancestors but he loved kissing her, with those soft lips and her enticing female scent, so small and easily enfolded within his arms. She responded with the same puppyish enthusiasm as always, almost standing up on her toes to get within reach, clinging to his shirt as if she would be lost without him. He loved that about her too, her vulnerability and how she looked to him for strength, trusted him to protect her. He loved her.
His hands had begun to move from her shoulders to her chest when he remembered it, and hastily tore himself away before it was too late. It took willpower, though, and his hormones clamored in protest. Sakura was left gasping for air.
“…Syaoran?”
“Sorry,” he muttered, eyes on the floor next to his shoe. “Didn’t mean to – didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
“Scare?” She sounded confused, and he took a step back. Still he could not meet her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, and I didn’t mean to, and it won’t happen again. I promise.”
“What won’t happen again?”
“You know. I, ah, touched- my hands went where they should not have gone.”
“Oh…” Why did her voice sound so disappointed? He sneaked a look, and saw that she’d clasped her arms to her chest, gently touching her palms to the skin he’d just been visiting. The neckline was even more tempting than usual today, low and scooped with a trim of lace lining her flesh, the dress held closed by a silk ribbon laced up the front.
“Anyway, I won’t do it again.”
“Do you not want to?”
“Huh?”
“Does it upset you? Do you not… want to touch me?”
Her face was so crestfallen, and Li had to swallow. “It’s not that! It’s just, you’re a v- you have a white collar. I didn’t want you to be scared, or uncomfortable. I’m not Ralen.”
“Of course you’re not. You are Syaoran.”
She reached for one of his hands and clasped it between her own, so ridiculously small compared to his. “How could I be scared or uncomfortable when it’s you? How could you think I wouldn’t want you to touch me when everytime you do, I feel so happy I could burst?”
Numbly, he watched her bring his hand to her chest, pressing it to her soft skin. He could feel her heart beating underneath. “Please.”
Damn those hormones. Feeling as if he’d sunk into a quicksand of them, helpless to escape, Li let his hand remain there even when she’d removed hers. So small, so soft, smelling so good. His palm glided southward to her neckline, and she sucked in her breath a little quickly. Maybe she was more scared than she’d let on, but she did say he could.
Lace and cloth separated from her skin when his fingers slipped between them, brushing uncharted territory. Other fingers pulled on the end of that ribbon, pulling it free of its bow, loosening the dress that clung so tightly to her chest. Her breasts heaved with the extra air she was gulping down, and the motion made Li ache to expose them. It only took a few seconds of working the ribbon loose, opening the dress further, and his hand moved to cover the rounded flesh.
His blood jumped with delight, and he had to fight to keep control, to not grab and squeeze like his primitive instincts demanded. She muffled a squeak and pressed herself against the wall with renewed vigor, eyes closed now and panting for breath. It was a struggle, but Li kept his baser urges at bay. Slowly, almost excruciatingly so, he moved his thumb across her hard nipple and began to rub it.
Her pants were almost cries now, each whimper tearing from her throat with increasing volume.
“This is okay?” he whispered. She nodded frantically.
She wanted it, she liked it, these breasts were his to touch. The feeling was exquisite, but Li knew he could not keep this up. So, after a few more moments of loving exploration he withdrew, tying up her bodice as neatly and precisely as he would conclude any of his martial art patterns. If he stood here, breathing in her scent and touching her like this any longer, his body would explode.
“Go,” he ordered, his voice reduced to a husk. “He’ll be waiting. If I face him like this, he’ll know. There’s no way he couldn’t.”
She had to swallow a couple times herself, but nodded and slipped out of their little hiding place. Cold marble was a welcome relief against his skin when he allowed himself to tilt against the wall.
Beautiful and lovely… and not at all his. Would his body be able to survive this?

Yue was pleased to return to his castle within three days, arriving well before midnight and surely before Touya had fallen asleep. Eager to see his slave again after their time apart, he swept through the open balcony door to find Touya – as he’d expected – sprawled across the rug and absorbed in a book. His face was so handsome in the flickering gold light, Yue felt delight welling up in his chest and spoke.
“Toya, I’ve returned.”
“Hm, finally.” Touya yawned, put his book down, and looked up. Then he uttered a yelp that made Yue’s ears ring and leapt to his feet, face white with shock. Yue flinched with surprise and looked about, but the room was quiet and ordinary as ever.
“What’s the matter?”
“You -” he managed to gasp, and Yue felt a twinge of alarm. “You- have wings.”
What? Yue glanced sideways and saw that indeed, he’d forgotten to withdraw his wings after landing. Was that it? He relaxed.
“Yes, and I always have. I hadn’t realized you didn’t know about them.”
“Know about them?” Touya echoed disbelievingly, lowering his shoulders slightly but still staring with wide eyes. “How could I? They’re so big – where do you hide them?”
“They fold within my body at will; usually I do so after landing. I suppose I forgot you hadn’t seen them.”
“Incredible,” Touya whispered, drawing closer as if mesmerized. The expression on his face was so awed, so full of wonder, that Yue ached to reach for him and hold him close. He kept still, though, unmoving as a statue while Touya crept forward and extended a tentative hand. His first touch sent a shiver down Yue’s spine, and quickly he sucked in his breath.
Touya could not know, of course. He couldn’t know that Yue’s wings were as sensitive as any other part of his body, perhaps even more so. Right now he was only a curious boy, combing through his feathers and stroking their softness, totally unaware of the erotic pleasure rippling through Yue with every touch. Yue fought to keep it inside, struggling to control his breathing, balling his hands into fists.
“They’re beautiful,” Touya sighed, at length.
“Thank you, slave.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Yue had almost gotten control over himself. He promptly lost it. “What?”
“Your wings, your hair, your eyes. Everything about you is so… amazingly beautiful.”
He cupped a lock of silver hair in his palm, running his hand down the strands as if he were handling precious silk. Emotions overflowed within Yue, and he grasped each of Touya’s wrists.
“Come with me.”
Touya asked no questions as Yue stepped backward, leading Touya back out onto their balcony. Reaching behind his head, he guided Touya into grasping his own arms around Yue’s neck. He wrapped his securely around Touya’s chest.
“Hold on,” he murmured, and shot up into the night sky. Another yelp erupted from Touya and he clung desperately to Yue, burying his face in his shirt while the earth fell away from under them. He was heavy but Yue was strong, and with only a beat or two of his giant wings they soon reached an altitude well above the highest castle tower. He paused then, hovering, and through their close contact he could feel Touya’s rapid breathing begin to even out. Not relaxing his grip in the slightest, he lifted his head to see.
Through his eyes, Yue felt he was looking at it all for the first time. There was simply no beauty like the world under the night sky, bathed in the pale white glow of the moon. Everything went on forever, from this vantage point, the dark forests rustling softly in the midsummer night breeze, the hills and the mountains, the winding river flowing westward. In comparison to the vast landscape, the glowing lights of Terriene seemed small and insignificant. They couldn’t compare the thousand brilliant stars around them.
“Wow,” Touya breathed, and Yue nodded.
“Yes.”
“I can see everything.”
“Stunning, isn’t it?”
“Oh yeah.” He peeked over Yue’s shoulder, probably to look straight down and see that yes, there really was nothing but empty air beneath them. “You can fly.”
“As naturally as you can walk.”
“You never told me you could fly.”
“You never asked.”
Touya straightened, pulling his head back just enough to face Yue directly. They were so close their noses were touching, and he could see in Touya’s eyes that this was no unhappy arrangement.
They kissed passionately, some might say lovingly, floating there in space between the moon and the earth. Somehow the stars and the gentle breeze spoke well enough for the both of them, and neither made a sound in this glorious exploration of taste and touch in flight.
They made love on one of the castle rooftops, still silent as the sleeping world around them. But Yue needed no words to know Touya had missed him, that he’d wanted him, that he thought only of him while they were apart. White wings folded around the both of them while locked together, and they continued well into the night.
He’d never enjoyed flying more.

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