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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 45
‘fin d’affaire’

When Li found Sakura that morning it was in her new favorite place, in the flower garden courtyard under the shade of a lilac arbor. Since her liberation from the cage she’d begun to spend most of her free time here, dutifully weeding and pruning what the inexperienced castle servants had left in neglect, and even with the onset of autumn there was a marked improvement. She was reading another fairy tale, Keroberos sprawled out next to her and head in her lap with a purr that could be heard halfway across the yard.
“Sakura.”
“Oh, good morning, Syaoran. Oh! Is it that late already, were you waiting for me? I’m sorry, I was reading to Keroberos and the morning sunshine was just so nice -”
“Jealous?” he put in, snidely, smirking up at Li from his very intimate position. Li rolled his eyes.
“Keroberos… get your paws off my girl.”
“Syaoran, don’t be silly,” Sakura chided. “We’re just reading. I don’t get to see Keroberos very often so I want to finish this story with him.”
“Funny, he’s been coming around a lot more often since he met you. I remember when he couldn’t bring himself to visit more than four times a year. Those were the good old days.”
Keroberos just snorted at him. Ignoring Sakura’s complaints that he was too mean sometimes, Li took a step closer and dropped to one knee, facing the cat directly.
“But this latest visit – I guess it had something to do with the funny weather last night?”
“I already told your girlfriend, and now I’ll tell you, don’t worry about it. Nobody’s hurt and everything’s fine.”
“But it was Yue’s temper, wasn’t it?”
“Everything’s fine,” Keroberos repeated breezily. “I swear it on the sun.”
“Ever since Sakura and her brother got here, the only reason Yue has ever lost his temper is because of that guy.”
“Really?” Sakura interjected, worry creasing her brow. “Only for Onii-chan? Keroberos, do you promise that Yue didn’t get angry at my brother again?”
“That I can absolutely promise,” Keroberos assured her, and shot Li a warning look before he could comment on the odd inflection. Promptly he shut his mouth. “Now scram, kid, we were just getting to the good part. I want Sakura to finish the story before I leave.”
“Aw, so soon?”
“Syaoran!”
“Wipe that smile off your face, kid, it’s just for a few days. I’ve got something I need to take care of, but I’ll be back soon enough.”
“Great. And since you…” Here he returned his attention to Sakura. “insist on choosing that overstuffed cat over me whenever he’s here, I’ll come find you later today, once he’s gone.”
Sakura dimpled. “If you want.”
“I want. I’ll see you later.”
“Beha~ave,” Keroberos sang, as Li turned on his heel.
“Shut up, Keroberos.”

When Keroberos found him, Yue was standing just outside the music room and listening. Touya’s chosen music was as angry and dramatic as Clow’s had been soft and sweet, and Yue didn’t even have to stand close to the door to hear every note of it. It filled the whole corridor.
“Well, listen to that,” Keroberos commented as he padded closer, not even bothering to respectfully lower his voice. “Likes to tickle the ivories, does he? He’s not half bad. It’s just like -”
“I know, Keroberos,” Yue interrupted tersely. “There is no need to state the obvious.”
“Touch-y.” He sat, fixing Yue with that penetrating gold gaze. “Any particular reason he’s in there and you’re out here?”
Only that he tried to tell Touya the truth this morning, and his slave was too scared to allow it. He had no way of knowing Yue’s answer, whether it was Clow or Touya, and Yue wondered which one frightened him more.
“No reason.”
“Sure, and I’m going on a diet. It wasn’t my imagination that I felt Clow’s presence last night, was it?”
Yue shook his head.
“He spoke to you?”
“Among other things.”
“I see. And I suppose that’s left you feeling your usual mopey and miserable self.”
The music swelled to a crescendo and Yue closed his eyes, letting it wash around him. “Perhaps not as much as you might think. His methods were devious as ever, but he helped me to understand something. At least my heart is no longer torn in two.”
“You mean -”
Yue put a finger to his lips, cutting off his brother before he could say the words. “He doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know.”
“I don’t blame him. I mean, what’s he supposed to do with information like that? In a way, aren’t you his worst enemy?”
“Did you come up here for something, Keroberos?”
His brother harumphed. “As a matter of fact, I came to tell you I’m taking off again. I’ve mended your glass doors – you’re welcome, by the way – and Sakura’s, and some of the other big windows, but the rest can wait. I want to scout around the western and eastern ends of the canyon.”
“It will be weeks before the Void has the strength to mount another attack.”
“So one would think, but both you and I have proved remarkably inept at guessing what the Void is capable of, lately. And you’re obviously not following my advice about letting your slave go free, so for my own peace of mind I’m going to check for myself. I’ll be back within three days.”
“Don’t trust me, do you?”
“Not in the least,” Keroberos answered flatly. “You need someone rational to keep an eye on you.” He flinched when Yue turned and closed the distance between them. “What, what is it?”
Without speaking Yue knelt, and for the first time in hundreds of years put his arms around his counterpart in a gentle embrace. Keroberos squeaked and froze.
“What the- Yue, what’s gotten into you? Why are you… touching me?”
“Because,” Yue answered softly, cheek resting against warm fur, “you are my silly, gluttonous, vapid younger brother who has always been there for me. You watched over me and protected me in the months after Clow’s death, putting aside your own grief to do it, for you loved him too. You’ve been taking care of me for a long time, and I never once said thank you. I should be more grateful to my only family, and my only friend.”
He squeezed, and for just a second or two thought he felt the beginnings of a purr. Hastily Keroberos coughed and cleared his throat, backing away when Yue’s arms dropped.
“Well! It was no problem, really, Clow asked me to, you know, and- and it’s all in the past. I’m off. Three days, Yue, and seriously – try not to let everything fall apart while I’m gone. For once? It’s getting very tiresome cleaning up after your messes.”
He nailed Yue with a warning glare before turning and loping towards the nearest window, springing adroitly through the emptied frame. In the next second he was gone, out of sight and gliding away on the wind.
“Goodbye, brother.”
And still the music played on.

“Now, if a man grabs your wrist, show me what you do.”
Firmly Syaoran grasped her wrist, prepared to give no quarter, and Sakura pursed her lips in thought. What was it? Oh yes! Bending her knees as he’d taught her, Sakura slapped her free hand atop his and pushed up toward the ceiling, levering his hand neatly off of hers without even straining.
“Now what?” Syaoran prompted, and Sakura stepped back, twisting his hand the wrong way until his fingertips pointed to the ceiling. Hastily he tapped his leg. “Good! Good job, Sakura, that was much better than the last time.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now what do you do if I do this?” This time he snatched a fistful of hair, almost pulling hard enough to draw tears, and Sakura fought the impulse to cry. Instead she reversed her earlier maneuver, grasping Syaoran’s hand with both of hers and twisting it to point the thumb towards the floor, bending her own body to minimize the pain on her scalp. Syaoran had no choice but to release his grip, or he would have fallen to the floor.
“Ouch! Good job. Now what about this?” Unexpectedly he lunged for her and wrapped her in a bear hug from behind, almost picking her right up off the floor in his muscular grasp. She squealed with surprise.
“I don’t know! Syaoran, hey stop! We’ve never done this one before!”
“Quick, think fast. I’m kidnapping you as we speak.”
“Syaoran!”
He started tickling her, an action to which Sakura was all too vulnerable. Helplessly she succumbed to fits of laughter, kicking and flailing without purpose, until she was exhausted and hanging limply in his arms.
“Give up?”
“Yes,” she wheezed, “I give up.”
“Split your legs, and use your weight to pull me down,” he instructed. “Now grab one of my legs – no, doesn’t matter which – and yank it up. Throw your weight back against me at the same time. And- oof!”
So said because she’d followed his instructions to the detail. With the sudden loss of one leg to brace him up, and the abrupt shift of weight against his chest, he didn’t have a chance of staying upright. Both of them crashed to the rug, Syaoran taking the brunt of the fall. Limply he groaned.
“Oh, Syaoran! Syaoran, are you okay?”
“I’m… fine. Lucky we did that on the rug, I didn’t think you’d do it right the first time.”
“Well I did, hah! It’s because you’re such a good teacher.” His arms were still hanging around her, loosely, and she wriggled around until she was lying face down on top of him. “Were you really holding on with your full strength?”
“I was.”
“And that- that move would have really worked against any man that did to me?”
“If you did it right.”
“Wow…” Sakura’s mind traveled back to that horrible day, so many months ago, and the attack that had changed her life. “That’s how that man grabbed me, in the forest. If I did what you just taught me, I could have escaped.”
“Could be.”
“But then, I would have never met you.”
“True enough.”
“I guess some things were just meant to be.” She settled herself against his chest more comfortably and lowered her face to his, delighting in the warm anticipation of his kiss almost as much as the act itself. His lips pressed firmly against hers, his tongue rapidly moving to dominate the kiss, arms that were limp seconds earlier hugging her close to his body and allowing no escape. Sakura molded herself to him and happily let herself be swept away.
He was so very strong. With a little thrill she felt his hard muscles shift and tense beneath her as he readjusted his grip on her, pushing against her with his hips, that hardness between them growing stiffer by the heartbeat –
Syaoran shoved her off with a speed and violence that she was unprepared for, and it was with another squeal she tumbled to the floor by his side.
“Syaoran -”
“I’m sorry!” He snapped the words as he bolted upright into a sitting position, hurriedly and insincerely. This time it was his own hair that he snatched in a painful-looking grip, bowing his head until it was between his knees and struggling to get control over his breathing. Sakura was almost afraid to speak.
“Syaoran?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, this time sounding a little more like himself. “I did not mean to hurt you. I just panicked. You’re a girl, after all, and you don’t know how easy it is for us to lose control – for a second there I was very close to it.”
“Syaoran, I know you would never hurt me.”
“I’d like to think so,” he agreed. “But I don’t ‘know’, Sakura, not like you do. I tell myself that I can wait, that I can be patient, but…”
He hadn’t looked at her once, and again he bowed his head in shame. Meilin’s cynical comments floated through her mind again: that my cousin has lasted this long makes him something of a saint… I bet he’s dying on the inside.
“Maybe we should keep our distance,” he mumbled. “You don’t need me to go outside anymore, and every day that passes I trust myself less and less not to lose all control and do something Yue will make us regret. We can’t afford for anything to happen to that collar.”
He braced his hands against the rug as if to push himself up, and Sakura grabbed at his arm. “Wait! Syaoran, please, don’t go away. I love being with you every day, I couldn’t bear it if we couldn’t even see each other!”
He didn’t exactly wince at her touch, but a pained look flickered across his face and when he exhaled it was very carefully. “Sakura, you know I love you too. When I’m near you, I want you so bad it hurts and that’s the danger. What if I turn that collar black?”
“What if- what if I said that we could be together, in a way that makes you happy, without changing my collar?” Sakura blurted out the words in spite of an extra-nervous thump of her heart, desperate to help Syaoran and save their precious time together. Syaoran shot her a puzzled look.
“What?”
“That is, Tomoyo told me… what we can still do without turning the collar black. Something I can do for you. She said men really like it, just as much as- as that other thing.”
Sakura kept fumbling over her words, she was so embarrassed, and she needed no mirror to know her face was as red as the dying roses in her autumn garden. When Syaoran caught on to what she meant, a similar shade flushed his cheeks.
“Oh, that. Sakura, no. This is my problem, not yours, and I don’t expect you to do something like that just for me.”
“If not for you then who else? And it’s not just your problem, it’s our problem. You think I don’t want to be with you? How much I hate it when you have to pull away?”
“Sakura, what your trainer told you about – that’s not for girls like you.”
Sakura’s blush doubled itself. “It could be if you’ll just let me try. I want to help, Syaoran, I- I want to do this. I want to make you happy in bed.”
Her fiance rolled a frustrated groan down his throat, conscience and craving at war within him. When he spoke, his voice was so low she could hardly hear it.
“Are you sure?”
Not at all! But what else could she do? “Yes.”
“Then… alright. We’ll do it.”
An awkward moment of silence passed, the two of them still huddled on the rug in this empty room.
“Now?”
“No,” he answered quickly. “Not now. After my watch, when most everyone’s asleep, that’s the safest time. I’ll come up to your room.”
“Oh, of course. Yes. Tonight.”
She nodded rapidly, relieved, and Syaoran rolled to his feet. “I need to take Spirit for a gallop outside the castle. I’ll see you… later.”
“Later,” Sakura echoed.
It had never been such a scary word.

The day passed in silence for the two of them, not including Touya’s relentless piano playing. To Yue the silence seemed, not exactly awkward, but tense. All the music in the world could not cover up the interrupted truth, or the frightened refusal to hear it. It could not go on like this forever, but Yue was at a loss for how to try again. What could he do, pin Touya down and force him to listen to the words? If there was a way to confess love, Yue suspected, that was not it.
He’d given up skulking around the music room hours earlier, preferring to stare moodily into the fire while he considered these problems. He was half-expecting Touya to avoid their bedroom entirely that night, and was a little surprised when his slave walked in not long after sunset. Having finished dining with his sister, Touya collected Yue’s hairbrush and knelt by the armchair as if it were any other night in the year. Yue stared.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m brushing your hair, master,” Touya answered matter-of-factly, sweeping the brush through Yue’s long strands. “You ordered me to, every night. Didn’t you?”
“I thought you didn’t want to speak with me.”
“I don’t. I want to brush your hair, and then I want to go to bed while you do anything you want to my body.” His tone was so even and calm that Yue had to take an extra second or two to process that, and again he stared.
“What did you say, slave?”
“He kissed me.” The hand holding the brush clenched around its handle, and Touya’s eyes darkened. “Without even asking. I didn’t want him to even touch me and then he… forced that on me. You were the only one I’d ever kissed in my whole life, and I was happy with that. I didn’t want anyone else, least of all him, helping himself. So take me, now, and make sure you kiss me a lot so that you wipe away the feel of what he did to me. And do me a favor and make it rough, because I want to be so tired tonight that I won’t have any dreams.”
Stunned, Yue looked down at his slave still dutifully brushing his hair. His gaze was turned upward to meet Yue’s though, and it was fierce and determined as Yue could ever remember seeing it. Touya was absolutely serious. And whether he’d intended it or not, the importance he attached to kissing only Yue made his heart swell with gratification, delight, and love.
Yue bent over the arm of his chair and obeyed his slave’s order, kissing him gently but thoroughly. When he pulled away, he did so only by a few inches.
“I count myself lucky,” he murmured, “that kissing you was all he did. You should too.”
“That sick, perverted -”
“Never mind about him, Toya. Tonight, I’ll make you forget you ever even met him.”
Firmly he pried the hairbrush out of Touya’s grip, and dropped it on the rug. When he rose to stand, so did Touya. In some kind of bizarre replay of their very first time together Touya backed up toward the bed, leading Yue on, but this time it was willingly, even eagerly done. His slave moaned under his kisses, bared his own neck to Yue’s teeth, assisted in peeling off each troublesome article of clothing on their path to the bed. And once they were there he writhed under Yue’s touch, doing plenty of his own touching in return, fingers combing through his long locks of hair and pulling him close to kiss again and again. And it was his name that he cried out, when Yue expertly applied his tongue where it mattered most. When did his slave start wanting him so much? When did it become so important to Yue that he did want him, instead of struggling and fighting in that way that was once so arousing? It didn’t matter. They were both here now, through one way or another, and even though Touya still refused to hear the words it did not make him love his precious slave any less. They continued well into the night.

Sakura had been pacing back and forth across her room since her return from dinner, anxiously watching the moon rise higher and higher outside her balcony doors. Nervousness over what she’d promised had been growing all day, and she was surprised her brother hadn’t noticed anything, but then these days her brother so often had his own problems to worry about. Now dinner was over, and she was alone, with the company of nothing but a fire and her own frantically beating heart. She’d offered something she really wasn’t ready to do, but how could she not? Tomoyo said she shouldn’t let herself feel pressured, but Syaoran was already suffering so much. Sakura loved him, and wanted to make him happy. At the very least, she could do this. Right?
Still she paced. If only Tomoyo were here, she could give Sakura more instruction and advice – why oh why did she have to close her eyes and ears to the subject during her actual training? Even Meilin, for all her sassy comments, would have had something helpful to say. But Sakura was on her own, with nothing but a vague idea of what to do and an even vaguer idea of how to do it. When the soft knock came, she jumped and nearly shrieked. He had to knock again before she had the presence of mind to go to her door and unlock it. Without speaking he slipped inside and waited until she’d shut the door again.
“Hi,” he said awkwardly.
“Ah, hi.”
“Are you- um, how are you?”
“Fine!” she squeaked. “I’m… fine.” His gaze dropped from her face to her hands, which were shaking so badly it was difficult to turn the key.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, of course.”
His hand, warm and calloused, covered hers and helped steady it until the lock had clicked reassuringly.
“Sakura -”
“No, Syaoran, I know what you’re going to say. That I don’t have to do this if I don’t want to, that you won’t make me. I know. Don’t you see that’s why I want to do it, more than anything? You’re so kind, and patient, you deserve it.”
In the dim flickering light, Syaoran’s face was a picture of tender concern. “But you’re scared.”
“Er, yes. I know that too. I guess I can’t hide it. But that doesn’t change things; I really want to do this for you. I just… might not be very good. I hope you won’t be disappointed.”
A stray gleam of firelight betrayed Syaoran’s eager desire, hard as he’d been trying to hide it. “There is no way you could touch me,” he promised, “that would be a disappointment.”
He lowered his head and kissed her, gently as falling snow. It was the most restrained kiss he’d ever given her, evidence of how careful he was trying to be, how he didn’t want her to be scared. Sakura did her best to relax, because this was supposed to be for him. For a long time they kissed, and when he’d pulled away she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips. His thumb rubbed lightly across her cheek.
“Shall we go to the bed?”
“Y-yes.”
One of his rare smiles tugged at the corners of his lips, and without warning he scooped her up in his arms. She squeaked.
“Syaoran!”
“What? I feel like being courtly. And there’s no reason for you to walk when I can carry you.”
With great ceremony he crossed the large room and deposited her gently on the edge of her bed, the side facing her glass balcony doors. Here the firelight was weaker, the moon and stars bright against the darkness of the night sky. Syaoran’s face was masked in shadows when he bent over to kiss her again. This time it was a little less gentle, a little more urgent. She surrendered to him, like she always did, conscious of the heat rising in her own body and an ever-quickening heartbeat. The nights had been getting cooler but now she was starting to get very hot indeed…
She didn’t even realize Syaoran was tilting her back to lie against the sheets until she felt their satiny coolness against her back. His body was much bigger than hers, hovering over her like this, just high enough to let her feel his body heat too. Lips moved from her mouth to her ear, and then her throat. Hands found her wrists and pinned them to the bed, as if she could have moved anyway, and still the heat between them kept building and building until Sakura was sure she would suffocate from it.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Wait, Syaoran, stop.”
“Is it too rough?”
“No… no, not at all. But I’m so hot, I can’t bear it. Open one of the doors, please.”
“Of course,” he whispered into her neck, and reluctantly pulled away. “You’re right, it is too warm in here.” It was impossible to tell in this light, but it looked as if his cheeks were flushed red. Carefully he unlatched and left one of the glass doors a few inches open, bringing a welcome breath of cool air into the room. Maybe it wasn’t quite enough for Syaoran, or maybe he felt it was just time to do this anyway, but when he turned back to the bed he was pulling off his shirt. Yet again Sakura blushed.
“I’ve never seen a man without his shirt on, other than my brother.”
“I hope that’s the last time you mention him tonight.” That grim smile tugged briefly at his lips again and then he was back on the bed with her, cradling her face in his hands as they kissed. The heat from his body was so intense, and shyly Sakura pulled her hands away when she found bare flesh instead of his usual cotton shirt. But there was no reason to be afraid, not of Syaoran, so delicately she returned her fingertips to his chest. His skin was smooth and warm, his muscles flat and hard from constant work. Tentatively she let her hands skim across his body, and his response was to press against her even more hungrily. His own hands were doing some exploring of their own, pushing down her nightgown straps and fondling her exposed breasts. Sakura whimpered when he dipped his head and swept a tongue over one nipple, then closed his lips over it. When he sucked, pure bolts of pleasure shot through her body and Sakura gasped, unconsciously arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. His hands encircled her waist, then slipped lower, gathering up the material of her nightgown. When he could bring himself to part from her breasts, the entire thing came up and over her head.
This time, he didn’t waste time sitting back and staring at her body. This time, he’d barely managed to get the gown off before he was tipping her back again, hands sweeping down around the curves of her waist and hips before slipping inside her with a finger. Instantly Sakura arched her back again and moaned, writhing under his touch, succumbing to his ardent kisses. She could feel him kicking off his boots, settling himself atop her, but these were dim and unimportant events compared to the unbearable hot ecstasy building between her legs. He kept kissing her, kept rubbing her, kept working away inside her with a skill that had improved considerably since his first time down there. When he withdrew his fingers and tried with his tongue, Sakura lasted all of two seconds. With a cry she climaxed, throwing herself up off the sheets and then collapsing back down onto them, every inch of her body quivering in the aftermath. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on both of them.
Sakura could barely breathe. When Syaoran’s lips drifted over hers for another kiss, she couldn’t even begin to reciprocate. She was not sure she was even capable of moving. But even though she was exhausted, she could still hear Syaoran’s heavy breathing, and feel the tight hardness pushing against her hip. He’d been so good to her; she must do the same for him. It only took a gentle push to roll them over, Syaoran now the one on his back. She could feel his heartbeat going fast and hard.
“Sakura,” he panted. “You- you don’t have to.”
“But you want me to, right?”
“Yes,” he admitted after a pause. “Please.”
And so there was no going back. Sakura tried not to panic, and remember her lessons. She had done this before after all; that just happened to be a female body. Tomoyo had coached her to begin at the top and work her way down, so Sakura set about planting delicate kisses along Syaoran’s collarbone. His breathing changed, growing quicker, and she could feel his fingers raking through her hair. Nerving herself, she went lower, even dared to flick her tongue over his nipples. His body responded; his lungs rose faster, his muscles tightened, the temperature of his skin kept climbing. Thus encouraged she kept going lower, with both lips and tongue, down from his chest and over lean abdominal muscles, to the waistline of his pants. Clumsily she fumbled at his belt. He almost pushed her hands out of the way to do it for her.
“I’ll do it.”
“M-mm.”
His fingers flew to unbuckle the thing, and Sakura’s heart jumped into her throat when she realized what must come next. She shut her eyes when Syaoran shoved down the hem of his pants, then timidly peeked. Finally, after almost five months living as a pleasure slave, Sakura had gotten her first look at the male body. And it was more terrifying than she could have imagined.
At that moment, she was very close to hiding under the covers and never allowing Syaoran to touch her again. But he took her hand and put it on his erection, and immediately it jumped with delight. The skin was very soft and warm. Syaoran’s breath hitched abruptly, and though he remained silent his fist was still clenched around her hair in mute desperation.
Tentatively, she glided her hand lightly up and down the shaft, and it moved again. Syaoran’s eyes were closed now, his head pushed back against the sheets, tense and waiting. She moved her hand faster, lightly grasping it, and with a great deal of trepidation licked the tip. The salty flavor surprised her and she quickly withdrew, but Syaoran bit his lip to stifle a moan. Again she tried, this time tracing a longer path up along his flesh, and he bucked his hips. It was almost by accident that her lips slipped around the head of his erection, and when they did Syaoran could no longer choke back his moans. This felt so good for him, she was making him happy!
She took more of him into her mouth, getting used to the taste and the feel of it. More and more moisture kept leaking out, but Tomoyo had promised it wouldn’t hurt her and Sakura clung to that promise. She concentrated on trying to make it nice, instead, dipping her head up and down and ignoring the ache in her jaws as he filled her mouth. It was awkward and painful but that didn’t matter, because it was all for Syaoran and she loved him so much –
Quite unexpectedly, Syaoran cried out and thrust his hips forward. Warm liquid shot into her mouth, taking her by surprise, and she reeled back. In spite of Tomoyo’s firm warning to the contrary, she promptly spit it all out and collapsed into a pitiful, coughing, huddle on the sheets. She had no idea it would come out so fast! And it burned, too, like salt rubbed into her raw throat.
“Sakura?” she heard him whisper, distantly. He could probably barely manage sitting up, but she felt him peeling back the damp strands of her hair, trying to clear her face. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, tears of stress and exhaustion spilling out and running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Syaoran! I didn’t mean to do that, I know I wasn’t supposed to and I was trying so hard to do it right -”
“Shh, that doesn’t matter. You think I care about something like that? I’ll get a towel and clean it up.”
He didn’t care! Sakura collapsed against his shoulder with relief, still crying but smiling too. “Syaoran… it was hard, but I tried my best. Was it good?”
“It was perfect. I love you.”
He kissed her briefly on the lips and guided her into lying down on the sheets, and then his warmth disappeared completely. In the wake of such strenuous physical activity and many hours of anxiety, exhaustion was rushing to overtake her. Eyes closed, then opened, and in the semi-darkness she could see Syaoran wiping up the mess with a handtowel. Then something cool and damp touched her face, and she knew he was cleaning her too. When he tipped a glass to her lips, she gratefully drank the cold water.
“I should go.”
“No, please. Don’t.” Sleepily she grasped his wrist when he tried to pull away, suddenly chilly now that her heartbeat and bloodflow had slowed to normal. “Stay with me.”
“Sakura, I can’t.”
“Please, Syaoran, just this once let me pretend we’re a real couple. No one will know. You can’t leave me to lie in this bed alone after something like that.”
“It’s not a good idea…”
“Please,” she pressed. “Just until I fall asleep. Then you can go. I don’t want to lie here alone.”
He relented with a sigh. “Just until you fall asleep, then. I’ll stay with you.”
“Thank you.” The feel of his warm body, something solid to cuddle against, was pure relief. He pulled a blanket over the both of them and she snuggled into his chest. “And, I love you too.”
She closed her eyes, and she slept.

It was the middle of the night, and Ralen was lying wide awake, staring at his ceiling. He was usually a sound sleeper and this didn’t happen often, but when it did it was very bothersome indeed. Ralen didn’t like being alone with his thoughts. Being alone with his thoughts was the sort of thing that reminded him how few of them there were, and that was uncomfortable. Lately, it seemed to be happening more than it used to.
Ralen, no family name, was an unusual specimen among the castle servants. He was, as a matter of fact, the only one of them that had actually been born and raised within these walls. His mother had come here as a slave, then became a servant, and after months of spreading her legs for the men in the castle conceived her baby. The father was a matter of dispute. Probably it was the head of the household, what with his gray eyes, but he’d never laid claim to the boy and the question was never resolved. Regardless, Ralen grew up worshipping the man. The head had the biggest room in the servants’ wing, the most lavish furniture, and all the power and privileges that came from being Yue’s right-hand man. Any woman that he wanted was his. Everyone feared and respected him. This, young Ralen reasoned, must be everything that was worth having in life. Once a man had power, he’d won.
When his mother left the castle for the city, Ralen did not go with her. Instead he apprenticed himself to the head, learning how to read and do sums, applying himself with steadfast diligence to the task of management, assuming his duties when the man fell ill. His first sexual experience was an oral pleasure session behind the stables at the age of fourteen, when he told the girl he’d let her off kitchen duty for it. It was his first genuine taste of power, and he liked it.
Nobody else had ever stayed in the castle so long. Eventually they all left, ready to start a new life in the city; eventually he was the only one left of all those who’d been there in his childhood. One day, Yue got around to noticing that Ralen was the most obvious choice for the next household head, and duly appointed him to that rank. From then on it was a neverending buffet of pleasure slaves, all under his command, all bound to obey him. In this castle, aside from Yue’s occasional presence, Ralen was king. It was indeed power, and it was everything he’d ever wanted.
It was only when he couldn’t sleep that Ralen ever thought about the shortcomings in his life. Like the fact that he’d never lived in the sprawling city below them, and now the thought of doing so almost terrified him. He’d stayed in inns but never had to search for a home, wouldn’t know what to look for, didn’t even know how much it would cost. And nothing in his price range, he was sure, would offer the clean white marble halls he was used to, the sparkling pools for bathing. At the age of thirty, he’d never started a fire, never saddled a horse, never once slept with a woman that did so because she actually wanted to, because she was genuinely attracted to him. In the middle of the night, Ralen wondered if any woman ever would.
Ralen was usually able to ignore these thoughts, irksome though they were. He did his job, deserved to have the slaves in his bed, and never mind whether he could have ever done better if he tried. Only now and then did the odd wrinkle pop up, and one of these was the young captain from the coast.
Hired by Yue, they said, specially picked out and invited to the castle in recognition of his skills. Not like Ralen, who simply grew up in the castle and wriggled into his rank by default. Li Syaoran, he’d introduced himself, of the Port Corryn Li clan, flaunting his old family name as if to rub it in Ralen’s face that he couldn’t even name his own father. The girls wouldn’t stop whispering about him, after he showed up, and found ways to skip their chores so they could watch him exercise his horse or do his silly combat tricks in the courtyard. It was clear enough that they would happily go to his bed, ordered or not, and if they had then Ralen might have had the incentive to put that boy in his place once and for all. Fortunately, Li took no notice of his adoring audience. Ralen snickered with the rest of the men about this fact, but was privately relieved beyond measure, and consequently humiliated. Li was smart, tough, capable of surviving in the real world just as well as this castle, and everything that Ralen was not. Also, it was perfectly obvious that he could rub Ralen’s nose into the dust whenever he felt like it. Small wonder that Ralen hated – and envied – the upstart months before Yue even promoted him.
If the brat had brought home any other slave that day last spring, the situation could have probably continued in an indefinite, if irritating, stalemate. But instead he brought home Sakura: beautiful, virginal, and frustratingly out of reach while Yue toyed with her older brother. And hence came the multimonth hiccup in Ralen’s comfortable existence, because for the first time he’d been denied his supply of fresh women. Sure he had the other servants, but that was not enough, not for someone who depended on new slaves to reaffirm his beloved power. By rights she ought to be his, yet she still wasn’t, and of all people the Li boy had stepped in to shield her from what little power Ralen still held over her. He wasn’t blind to the grateful smiles she sent his way, either. She liked him, just like all the other girls, but she would never look that way at Ralen.
Hours passed, and his bitter jealousy kept growing until it had become a physically tangible sour ball in the back of his throat. Maybe if he’d been born from a grand old family, out there in the real world, he’d have grown up a better man and learned how to attract women without forcing them. But that was maybe, and this was reality, and Ralen couldn’t help the way he’d been raised. Nothing would change the fact that he wanted Sakura in his bed, desperately wanted her, if for no other reason than to prove he would always be more important in her life than the Li brat. Every day that passed only warped his obsession further.
How he hated lying awake at nights.
Finally, with the castle still and silent all around him, Ralen gave up. Perhaps a little walk around the castle would clear his head and allow him to rest. Used to be he’d wander up to the throne room and gaze at the girl while she slept – until the fucking captain stuck his nose in that too – but now that was no longer an option. She was asleep, in her stupid bedroom, and safe. If he could just look at her, for a little while, maybe touch her hair, Ralen was sure he would feel better.
Belting a robe around his waist, Ralen left the servants’ wing. The moon wasn’t even visible anymore, the stars all on the wrong side of the sky, and he realized it must be close to dawn. He hadn’t slept a wink all night. Up and up through the castle he shuffled, tracing the path to the slave’s room. Maybe she forgot to lock it. Maybe, just this once, Ralen would be back in luck’s favor and he’d be granted this one, small, thing. He tried the handle.
It was locked.
Fuck. Ralen turned away with a digusted huff, and decided he would not think about the slave again for the rest of the day.

Li woke up stiff and wary, though he didn’t know why. A dream, maybe, of danger lurking close by? He couldn’t quite remember, and anyway he had bigger problems to worry about. This wasn’t his bed or even his room; Sakura was still curled against his side. Neither of them were wearing a stitch of clothing, just how they’d fallen asleep. Shit! He’d never meant to go to sleep, only hold her until she’d drifted off and then sneak back downstairs. How late was it?
Swiftly he turned to check the windows, and was horrified to see a grayish pink tinge over the eastern mountains. Swearing most colorfully, Li scrambled out from under the covers to hunt for his clothes.
“Syran?” Sakura mumbled, frowning at the abrupt movement and groping uselessly for him in the sheets.
“Sorry, Sakura, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.”
“Come back to bed.”
“I can’t, I have dawn watch. I nearly slept through it, lucky I woke up. Now go to sleep, I’ll see you later in the morning.” He finished belting his pants and bent over, dropping a kiss on her brow. She hadn’t opened her eyes once, but smiled sleepily.
“Okay I love you.”
“I love you too.”
If he didn’t show up for his watch on time, somebody would go check his room and even the stupidest lout would be able to see he’d never slept in his bed that night. He had to go, now. He hit a fast pace for the door and left the room, still pulling on his shirt, and carefully closed it behind him. Disoriented so soon out of sleep, anxious not to be late, the young warrior wasn’t as sensitive to his surroundings as he might normally be and anyway there was almost no light in the halls yet. He never noticed Ralen, who’d ducked into the shadows instinctively at the sudden noise, and who froze in astonishment when he saw the captain slip so furtively out of the slave’s room. Still buttoning his shirt, he broke into a light run and within seconds was completely gone.
And Ralen, who’d seconds earlier been bracing himself to face a very bad day, was left staring, stunned, in the direction he’d run.
“Oh, captain,” he whispered, grin spreading across his face, “what have you done?”

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Another stunning piece of work from Gittachi: http://chasva.deviantart.com/art/void-64774635
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