Low of Solipsism

Summary:

Syaoran must protect Sakura from a dangerous future they will share, but, at his current level he cannot do so properly. The solution? Send him to England for strict study under the ever confusing Eriol. Hopefully this won’t end badly, but, judging by the way things are going…it just might.

Author’s note:

Sorry this took so long. My EMT class is about 100 times harder than expected. I've actually had to read 100 or so pages at a time and memorize quadrants of the body, types of bones, muscles, medical jargon and all manner of equipment. Tomorrow I learn how to shove tubes down peoples throats to help them breath!
Enjoy your smut, my little bunnies. You've been patient enough.

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If I owned CCS I would use it to get me into sexy parties filled with naked women


Chapter 5 - Foreign Lullaby

A certain, powerful mage was sitting, cross-legged in front of a large mirror. On the other side stood a tall, beautiful woman with long black hair. Her face, however, was not amused. "You're as unruly as your namesake." She spat out, her face forming a sneer.

Eriol only laughed. "At least I haven't grown my hair out yet." He motioned to the still short cut he had maintained since grade school.

"The glasses make it an unpleasant picture. Now if you don't mind, I actually have things to do." The image faded as another one formed.

As it faded, Eriol added one final comment before he was greeted with another visitor through the portal. "You're exactly how he remembered you." He paused until the image came into full view and before him stood another tall, elegant woman. "Good morning, or rather, good evening to you, Li-san."

Yelan Li straightened her back a little before speaking. "How are things?"

"We're making progress, although I've had to go backwards to move forward. I had no idea there was so much pent up."

"What do you mean?" The woman looked genuinely confused, which puzzled Eriol.

"It seems your son is a bit masochistic when it comes to guilt and blame, preferring to take it all himself. Thus, creating a barrier of mock-strength to hide his actual weaknesses."

Yelan seemed to ponder this for a moment before clearing her throat. "Strange. I never...I always saw him as..." She didn't seem to know where to take the next statement.

"He is not his father, Yelan." Eriol felt a little twinge of shock at his sudden defensiveness.

"Excuse me, Hiiragizawa-san, but how I raise my children is none of your business."

"You're right, and I apologize." Eriol meant it, calming himself and regaining composure as he bowed. The image soon faded as the mage lounged, contemplating his next move. "Where do we go from here?"

"Eriol, your pet has finished his meal and his meditation and is once again in the music room. You know that's my favourite reading place, can't you make him go elsewhere? The music is annoying." Spinel complained as he floated around Eriol's head with his book looking more then pissed. "He's starting to annoy me more than Nakuru....Almost." Meanwhile Syaoran was indeed back at the piano playing the lullaby, looking rather determined to make it sound right.

Eriol laughed a little at the guardian's smug face. "Ouch, Spinel. That hurt and you weren't even insulting me. I think you're exaggerating just a little, though." Spinel huffed, floating to another study where he might find peace. Eriol just smiled before heading to the music room.

"Determined to get that right, huh?" The mage placed his hands over the boy's once more, guiding them to the correct keys.

"...Perhaps. I may as well try something new while I'm here."

"You're timing is off and so is your form." He gripped Syaoran's palms. "Act as though you're holding an apple, and...move your keys to the beat of the song."

"Hmn...I was wondering why it sounded off-key." he murmured, tilting his head as he followed the others' instruction, finding himself relaxing against the taller boy's form. The music sounded a lot more fluid than it had without Eriol's aide, his eyes closing as the melody soothed him. "Mm. That sound so much better. Maybe you can teach me more songs."

"Maybe..." Eriol let out a deep breath leaning forward until his mouth was near the boy's ear. His fingers moved past Syaoran's and rested on the keys, playing a more complex version of the lullaby as he hummed the tune along with it. The moments grew as the song started to reach a crescendo when Eriol took his descendant's earlobe into his mouth, not failing to leave behind the trademark smile that filled certain people with scorn. As he continued to breath, hot and heavy down Syaoran's neck, the song increased in tempo until it came to finale and ended with one final, slow bar.

Syaoran's breath had hitched with every movement the mage made against him, not failing to lose focus during the song. Even as it ended he still felt the breath against his skin, causing his fingers to fumble and slip onto an incorrect note. He was flushing darkly, though he tired to hide it, and his face formed a scowl. "Don't…don't do that…"

"Hmm? Don't do what?" Eriol pulled away from the piano as his hands roamed up Syaoran's shirt. "If you aren't enjoying it, just say so. But, don't lie. I'll know if you're lying." He moved his lips down until they met the boy's neck and he inhaled the scent. In truth, he had missed the smell constantly since leaving Japan, but he would never admit to that. Eriol was the wall of support that other's leaned on, the pillar of strength students looked up to. He wasn't allowed the feelings of a human. So, they remained hidden. Unfortunately, he was having a bit of trouble keeping a few at bay, but his composure remained steadfast. "Well, Syaoran-kun? Do you hate it?" He nipped the boy's neck lightly to bring his point across.

Another sharp intake of breath was given, and Syaoran willed himself not to move towards those caresses as he slammed his fists on the keys, clenching them tightly. He didn't reply as he glared off to the side, knowing that if he admitted part of him was liking the attention then things would progressively worsen along with receiving a few smart-ass remarks from the magician. But then, if he didn't admit to anything the situation would still worsen though, without the boasting. It was a lose-lose moment for him and he was aware that Eriol knew that. The nip to his neck made him tremble and he shrugged his shoulders trying to move himself away from the arms of his the ever confusing mage. "I said don't do that..." He repeated finally, it making his point sharper than before.

Eriol chuckled, moving his hand upward, both lifting the boy's shirt. "Avoiding the question counts as lying. I'll ask you again. Are you enjoying it, Syaoran-kun?" The mage snaked his nails gently against the brunette's abdomen while pushing his hips against the boy's backside. His tongue continued to work against the soft flesh of Syaoran's neck as Eriol diligently worked to break the boy into submission. "We can keep doing this, if you want. I won't take you if you are unwilling. If you truly don't enjoy it then say so." He knew what he was doing, and he knew it was leading them down a road they shouldn't be headed. He knew this would upset their plans, but at the moment he was beyond caring.

Eriol was tired of running along the plain lines of fate as they led into the horizon. His world was full of surprises, despite knowing that these surprises could damage things. He would admit, quietly, that he was far more immature and selfish than he let on.

Yes.

Eriol chuckled. He was selfish and wanted to take something he felt was his. What could be the harm in having his way with Syaoran, just once? Let's settle those latent feelings once and for all, the ones that have persisted since I first left Tomoeda.

Syaoran, on the other hand felt grow even harder to give an answer as his head swam with the sensations, torn between enjoyment and frustration. His eyes closed as he bowed his head, trying to keep himself from shivering. "I-I...Don't." he stammered and pulled himself away from Eriol, sliding from the bench whilst a hand rose to cover the place on his neck where the magician had been tending to. The flush on his face was evident as he shook his head angrily, jerking away as he turned and walked out.

"Damn him..." Syaoran muttered, feeling hot and bothered as he left, choosing to wander to his own room and possibly meditate.

Eriol stood completely still as the younger of the two left the room. He didn't move even when the door closed and he felt the presence of his descendant fade into another area of the house. A knowing smile crept onto his face until a laugh escaped. It started small at first but grew until he paused, removing his glasses to clean them. "Damn, I was so close. You were lying, weren't you Syaoran?" He turned to the door. "I did promise I wouldn't take you if you didn't want it though," His eyes narrowed. "But you had better make up your mind soon." He turned around and sat the piano bench, stretching his hands before settling to play Flight of the Bumblebee.

"...Huh?" Syaoran paused in his wandering to listen, uncertain of what it was at first, but when it sank in he blinked, feeling himself swallow hard. The rapid melody sent chills down his spine, sounding both harmonic and yet full of discord. As it played he saw Eriol's image in his mind and felt the anger wrapping through the music. Well, anger wouldn't be a proper descriptive word. It was more like buried frustration or a calling out of sorts. Such thoughts made his heart race, both arms wrapping around himself as though to be sheltered from the cold notes that snaked down the support beams of the old house. A violent shake of his head made Syaoran somewhat calm again as he resumed his walk toward the sanctuary of his room.

The message seemed to be poignant as Eriol's fingers came to rest. When he completed the song he settled into the seat again and began playing a different tune, one that mixed haunting melodies and deep, powerful tones and notes that reverberated throughout the manor. He would later admit that perhaps, he had taken the hit to his pride a little too personally. Part of what made Eriol attracted to the young, stubborn warrior was his…well, stubbornness and pride. He found it exceedingly attractive, though at times he also found it irritating. He hoped though, that his feelings were being conveyed through the music. Even as he played he felt his power surge through to the keys.

Amber hues peered around when the mood changed as the full effect of mood played against. Eriol was angry and he wanted to make sure Syaoran felt it. At last he stopped in the hall and let out a trembling breath, leaning himself against one of the doors, shoulders rising. He wasn't afraid, no, but the pressing aura was stifling and being that he was trapped in the mage's own house, surrounded by Eriol's magic, his chances weren't as good as they might be. He had matured enough in the last few years to realize that being brave had nothing to do with never being afraid.

In fact, only immature or idiotic people thought that.

As the music reached another crescendo, he couldn't help but remember the strange waves of lust that had wrapped around him in the music room. Had that been Eriol's manipulation? Syaoran would have liked to believe so, but he couldn't deny that there was something about the mage that drew everything to him. He rationalized it as best he could. Eriol had power under the moon as well as the sun. Syaoran was just drawn to the power, as he had been to Yue. It was the same magic, after all.

The young warrior shook his head. Lying doesn’t work when you can't even convince yourself. Sure he was drawn to Eriol, but he was more like the some sort of stray rock in space that became locked into a planet's pull and spent the rest of it's days happily circling it, completely dependent on the heavily body.

In the music room, Eriol had finally stopped his playing, quite suddenly so that anyone listening would be startled by the final pounding of the keys. He sighed, standing up and straightening his slacks, and making a decision for his next move. "Fine, Syaoran-kun. If that's what you want."

He sighed inwardly. I really am being selfish.

Eriol walked to the day room, pulling out several texts before absorbing himself in them. Though he wasn't directly speaking to anyone, his aura seemed the choke the atmosphere in the house, so much so that Spinel had to leave the room to read, and Nakuru eventually fled the kitchen to go sit outside.

"Sheesh," she said as she left. "I have never seen him in such a weird mood. He's not angry...just...I don't know?"

Syaoran was just getting himself to calmed down and get over the inner conflicting of thoughts when he felt the aura surround him. It was almost choking him to the point he felt himself shudder at the feeling. I don't understand this...feeling. What is it? Another failed attempt to ignore his desire along with the enveloping aura was made as he pushed his form off the door, turning at first to walk to the farthest end of the house, but something stopped him from moving. He stood there in the middle of the hallway staring at the floor, as if debating something. The longer he stood the more emotion would flash over his face, settling on frustrated defeat.

"...Fuck him." he grumbled and turned around, heading back in the direction from which he came, albeit he avoided the source of the strong power and entered his room to shower doing his best to ignore the mage and his antics. Even standing under the streaming hot water he couldn't detach himself from the questions he had floating in his head about Eriol. A fist slammed on the tiled wall as he pressed his forehead against it, growling to himself. Damn me and my weakness.

It was his last thought as he turned off the water and got out, changing into a pair of silk whit pants and a loose robe of emerald that was held closed with a black sash.

Meditation had been on his mind until the choking aura of the angry mage had come through. It was like black smoke that seemed to wrap around everything, including his brain. Perhaps pacing would help? Syaoran angrily padded across the floor in a straight line until it felt as though he would draw a line in the floor before sighing heavily and giving up. "Attention seeking brat…" He muttered as he exited the room, seeking out the source of the aura that was haunting him. Once there he slipped into the room quietly and just stared at the male reading, hands grasping his elbows behind his back as he leaned against the wall beside the door, a bare foot propping flat on the surface behind him.

Eriol couldn't help but smirk at as he felt the boy's presence enter the room. He had earned one small victory over Syaoran's prideful nature. He didn't immediately acknowledge him, instead allowing the younger to stand in his uncomfortable silence. Finally, after another few pages, he set the book down patiently and removed his glasses, once again, cleaning them. "Hello, again, Syaoran-kun. What brings you here?"

A frown settled on his face as he looked away for a few minutes, shifting uncomfortably. "Wanted to get rid of the choking aura in the house…It's annoying." he muttered with another shift, passing a fleeting glance to the mage before averting his gaze again. There was a discomfort that came with being in the same room now. Syaoran couldn't stop as a blush crept up his neck, reminding him of earlier in the music room.

The Mage allowed his once kind gaze to become narrow, piercing the air like a blade. "Hmm? I see; so it was my aura that brought you here and nothing else? You're not...lying to hide something that might embarrass you, are you?" Eriol lofted his eyebrows, forming an inquisitive expression. "Half-truths are just another way to avoid lying." His eyes then refocused on the text. "Oh well..."

Syaoran shot the old man a glare, though it looked more like a pout than anything. He kept moving around in discomfort, trying not to let his flustered state become obvious, but that was yet another thing he was failing at. "I..." he struggled with his words and shifted on his feet. He tried to actually think about the question, but he felt ashamed. Eriol's attentions had been well received in the music room. He had liked it and that was what scared him the most. I'm in love with Sakura, remember? Where did these thoughts come from? Had he always like Eriol? He could admit there was a curiosity that grew with time, but it was no more complex than any other kind that came with adolescence. Perhaps it was a combination of things, including the sudden, and carnal, desire to repeat their earlier indulgences.

It was too much. Syaoran had never been the type to run away from the truth, unless, of course, that truth meant to bite him in the proverbial ass and then laugh at him.

So, he ran.

"Forget it!" he yelled before storming out of the room and back to his own, slamming the door prior to locking it, then walked over to his bed only to fall face-first onto the mattress. "I hate him...I hate him..."

If only he could convince himself.

Syaoran's eyes fluttered open against the softness of the pillow as his thoughts opened up again, more freely, seeing as he was in the sanctuary of his room. He indulged in them, taking the piano encounter further, wondering what would have happened if he had let it continue. "No…" He was ashamed even as he continued the thoughts. "It's wrong."

The words did nothing to stop his current direction and soon inhibitions took a back seat to what was staring right in front of him.

Curiosity, that damnable word.

"Shit, this is bad." Though Syaoran knew his words meant nothing as he shifted a little, one hand sliding down to dip into his pants, letting out a quavering breath while his fingers moved along his half-hard length. Brows dipped when he grasped himself and gave a slow stroke, he burying his face in the sheets as his free hand gripped them, his arm being bent just above his head so that said hand was near his face. His shoulder rose as did his heart rate, the sounds that escaped being quiet and heady as his expression turned more vulnerable and needy.

He wanted to pretend this wasn't happening, or that is was happening for different reasons. It wasn't that he didn't do this. He was, after all, an adolescent boy, but it was usually caused by thoughts of Sakura and the things they might do with each other in the future. Now, he was fantasizing, ashamedly, about Eriol controlling him, taking complete advantage and smiling the entire way.

As though on cue, Eriol was watching from his all seeing portal, finding his sense of self swelling with pride. He admitted that the show was a nice one, but, what inflated the mage's ego the most was that the thoughts causing it were from him. Eriol reached out, waving his hand and forming a ghost like apparition that only he could see. The form circled around Syaoran, pressing against the boy, filling him with warmth throughout his body. It permeated with the mage's scent and Eriol intended for it to completely fill the brunette with a sense of heightened pleasure. As close as you can get to the real thing...but still not me, Syaoran-kun.

Eriol admitted, he wasn’t being all that fair. But, he had already confessed earlier that he no longer cared. He was going to be selfish, even if it meant regrets.

As his hand moved up and down along himself Syaoran started to whimper, though the sudden sense of something there had him gasping out. The sudden rush of heat that spread through him sent shivers up and down his spine, making him writhe as well as pump himself harder. "A-ah…huh?" He questioned, glassy ambers stared out in a daze through half-lids, his breath coming out uneven and quick as he rubbed his thumb around the tip, feeling a stickiness coat it. I want more...So much more...

Eriol bit his thumbnail. This wasn't right. He was taking advantage of a boy who had a silly crush – a crush that meant nothing in the scheme of things. But, the sight of Syaoran writhing underneath him, begging like he was just now sent the mage's thoughts out to lunch, his arousal completely taking over rational thought.

"More, huh?" He had given into desire and sometime during Syaoran's act, Eriol and materialized in his room. Actually, to be accurate, he was over the boy's shaking form, his hands on either side of Syaoran's head, both legs straddling his hips. "Well, that can be arranged." He licked his lips, knowing he would make the young warrior upset for having burst in on a private moment, but also sure he had the upper hand. After all, he had heard numerous times in the last few minutes how much his descendant wanted him. Now was the time to give it, right?

The words suddenly made him snap out of his daze and look up only to meet the face of the man he'd been fantasizing about. Red washed over his face more from embarrassment now. "W-What the hell a-are you doing in here?!" he tried to sound threatening, but it came out as a meek whimper, having stopped his acts though it was making him ache for release as well as proper satisfaction while he tried to scramble out from under the magician and out of his reach. "G-Get out of here..."

Eriol leaned in, not deterred by the words at all. "Absolutely not, because I have proof that you're lying." Without another word, he grabbed both of the boy's wrists and twisted him around so that he was one his back. Still holding his wrists, Eriol held them far above the brunette's head so that they touched the headboard. "If you don't enjoy it then why were you in here, fantasizing about me?" He waited for an answer at first but changed his mind quickly, leaning in to lick Syaoran's ear lobe. "Don't answer that. I know how stubborn you like to be about the things you actually want."

Syaoran had been caught and he couldn't deny that. Great, now what the fuck do I do? At this rate he'll...he didn't finish his train of thought and closed his eyes, turning his head to the side as he tried to calm his breathing. "Why are you doing this?"
Eriol seemed to pause as though unsure of his answer. "Why does it matter?" His grip tightened around Syaoran's wrists.

Being dominated seemed to have a more dramatic effect on the brunette than he was expecting as Syaoran felt the room's temperature rise the more he fought against the restraint. These actions were also causing his lithe frame to rub and grind against the mage's.

Eriol felt his eyes widen just a little at the actions going on beneath him. "Still going to struggle, huh?" He shifted his grip so that both Syoaran's wrists were in one hand. He then raised the other hand, chanting something in a foreign tongue as silk ribbons formed around the wrists he was gripping before wrapping around the head board. "There. Now how do you feel?" Eriol sat up, using his now free hands to pull apart the robe even further, exposing the brunette's chest. He shifted his hips so that they both pushed against each other in close contact before lowering himself once again. "Interesting situation, hmm?"

Syaoran's eyes were wide as he tugged at the bindings, finding it useless as the magic kept them tight. A shuddering breath came out at the contact, his body arching slightly before he forced himself back down onto the bed, willing his body not to react to Eriol's advances. That was difficult, however, when he was being exposed and bound in such an erotic manner that he could feel himself hardening more than he was prior to this. Shoulders rose as his brows dipped, biting his lip to keep from letting out any more provoking sounds that may cause him more trouble.

The mage felt a chuckle escape as he watched the inner battle taking place in Syaoran's head. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he took pity, but it wasn't enough to wash away the current actions the two were taking. "Keep struggling, and see just how far it gets you." He then moved down so that his lips were on Syaoran's collar bone and began trailing kisses down his chest, stomach and then to the base of his shaft. Curling his lips in a sickening smile and reveling in the looks he was sure to be receiving from the confused brunette, he began running his tongue along the underside of Syaoran's length. He only paused to utter a small statement before continuing his previous actions. "I wonder what your brain is telling you right now? Enjoy it? Don't enjoy it? Pretend it's terrible?"

"Ahh..." Was he going to say 'stop'? What was he going to say 'again'? He couldn't quite remember as the attention to his erection had his mind fogging with pleasure. Despite his best efforts his body reacted in accordance with the sensations and rose towards Eriol's mouth, feeling his skin start to dampen from the heat that was radiating off it. "Nnaah. H-Hiiragiz-zawa..." he tried to tell him to stop, but all that came was a rather enticing mewl of his name as his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

Eriol felt his lust grow as he heard his name called out in such a wanton manner. The whole picture was arousing him as Syaoran desperately struggled to receive pleasure, yet deny he wanted it. This was why Eriol loved the boy's nature. Clow had been one to go for the fighter than would turn and worship him, namely why he had created Yue as such, although he hadn't intended on starting a relationship with the guardian. Eriol, on the other hand, wanted a stubborn, angry partner that refused to give in until the last bit of sanity was gone. Someone who would shake his head in denial even as he moaned in pleasure. Eriol contemplated the situation once more before lifting his head, and taking Syaoran completely into his mouth.

"Shit…" Syaoran choked out as his head flailed back and forth trying to keep himself quiet. As time passed it had become more difficult as the mouth on him made him quiver. "G-Gods and ancestors..." the words were drawn out and heady, the red on his face growing as did his writhing. His mouth was hanging open now, unashamedly breathing heavily against the actions. Syaoran's length throbbed in the magician's mouth, his hips trying not to thrust upward though that went nowhere fast as he bucked into Eriol's mouth, trembling at the feel of himself sliding in and out of that hot wet orifice.

Feeling the pressure of Syaoran's hips beneath him, Eriol gripped the boy's hips, pushing him back into the mattress. He then pulled himself away, a smile dangling on his lips, shaking his head in amusement. "Is it that good, Syaoran-kun?" He leaned his body forward so the two of them were face to face. His hand stayed on the brunette's erection, giving it the occasional gentle stroke. Although he would never openly admit it, especially not to Syaoran, the boys struggling and whimpers were something he found incredibly arousing. But, as always, he remained calm and collected.

There was a shake of his head, but the look on his face and the squirming of his body said otherwise as his blush darkened. "I-I uhn...p-please..." What he was saying please for he didn't know, but he didn't intend for that to come out. His back arched, rubbing itself against the one looming over him, his eyes slowly opening to peer from under half lids at Eriol, brows dipping as lips parted to speak again but all that came out were breathy pants and mews.

"Mmhmm. Alright then." Eriol added in mocking sarcasm, before pausing to remove his glasses and setting them on the side table. Finishing his previous task he, once again moved back, trailing kisses down Syaoran's stomach and pulling at the black sash that still held most of the robe in place. He untied it, pulling the robe the rest of the way apart, before curling his fingers around the silken waist band of the boy's pants. Looking up once again, he felt the heat grow. "Ready?" The he cared not about the answer and slowly, in a tortuous manner, pulled at the hem of the garment.

Syaoran blinked, staring up at the other, his eyes not seeming to be able to peel themselves away from the mage's face. Seeing Eriol without his glasses on had an interesting effect on him as the sight had his face darkening. "H-Hiiragizawa..." he trailed off and swallowed, starting to wriggle, little whimpers being emitted as he tried to stop Eriol from undressing him. At the same time, though, the deep dark side of him wanted the bespectacled male to do more to him.

Eriol raised an eyebrow at the sound of his name again, feeling the heat grow stronger this time, accompanied with an uncomfortable tightness. The mage sighed, standing from the bed, and disrobing quietly.

Amber hues rounded as he had watched the other teen undress, his face growing hot. The sight was almost too much and he swallowed once more and shifted uncomfortably

Eriol, ignoring Syaorans obvious shifting and attempts to hide his arousal, held out a hand, whispering an incantation as he summoned a personal item from his room. Looking back upon the flustered young warrior he chuckled. "Is it that bad?" He returned to his position on the bed, removing the cap of the glass bottle. It had no label, and the design looked handcrafted. In truth, he himself had made it, along with the contents inside.

"...W-What is that?" Syaoran asked in a meek voice, chewing his lower lip in nervousness as he wasn't sure what the bottle was for, but he had a feeling he didn't want to find out.

The mage found himself smiling once again at the innocent question. He poured a bit on his right hand before answering. "This is something I made, personally. It heightens pleasure and sensitivity and is used..." He placed the slippery digits against the brunette's entrance, probing but not entering. "…to make sex easier." He then rubbed in the spot, repeatedly in circles, pressing lightly but nothing more.

"What?!" the brunette yelped, feeling those fingers teasing him, though it was more than a simple touch to him. It felt more like a spreading warmth that had his body writhing on the bed, wrists wringing in their silky confines trying to break free. Syaoran closed his legs then and made a choked sound, stubbornness masking his wanton features as he acted out as the rebellious virgin that he was. His eyes slammed shut and he turned his head to one side after a moment in hopes of ridding the oddly pleasant sensations from his mind and body as well as the oddly attractive visage of his mentor.

Sapphire eyes danced with excitement at the vehement struggling of his pupil. Even where most would have been annoyed or deterred by the shyness and rebellion, Eriol only felt more lust. He needed to do something about those legs, though. Another whisper in a foreign language and silken ties were wrapped firmly around the boy's ankles, tying them to the other end of the bed, though, not so tight that he couldn't still raise the boy's legs if the need arose.

Syaoran felt frustration mount as his legs were bound, before trying to test the limits of his new situation. He lifted his legs to try and close them again only to find they were too far-spread to be able to do so and let out a whiny sigh.

Smiling a little at the sight before him, though pretending to ignore it at the same time, Eriol poured more of the magical substance on his hand and went back to preparing the boy for what was to come, beginning by inserting a single digit and moving it around in a slow, circular pattern.

Syaoran's body reacted to being invaded exactly how the mage had figured: by clenching down around the invading finger, his lower half moving around as the weird sensation got to him, it showing in his confused expression. "Hah...d-don't...aughn...uhn..." his pants became heavier as he pleaded, his back curving whilst his head tilted back and his eyes closed, fighting back the aroused sounds that still escaped despite his best efforts.

"Feels odd, doesn't it? An odd sensation, and yet you still can't help but notice how sensitive everything is." He slipped in another finger, and began scissoring them to stretch the virgin muscle. "Do you know why that is?" His digits were being buried up the knuckle. "This area has one of the highest concentrations of nerve endings in the entire body." He hooked his fore and middle finger, diving them in and out. "So, coupled with this oil, you should be feeling quite pleased right now." He slipped and third finger in, although this time let up a little, being more gentle in his actions, as his free hand roamed to catch Syaoran's chin. "And yet your expression looks pained. Are you hiding how good it feels?"

"A-Ah g-gods..." was the response, formed in gasp, as the boy was torn between wanting to pull away and push down on those digits, his inner walls tightening more causing the pleasure to heighten. His eyes were glazed now as they locked with those of the magician, rapture pooling within them though his face showed forced dislike that was starting to crack. He licked his drying lips and took in deep breaths, not giving an answer for his mind was fogging over, making it difficult for him to think coherently.

Eriol shook his head, pretending to be put off by the lack of answers, but in actuality, he didn't mind. Things were progressing how he liked, now that he was setting the pace. It was when Syaoran had been running from him, denying everything and then taking off only to fondle himself with thoughts that had made the mage irritated. Things needed to move or the two of them would be stuck in limbo forever, slaves to a sense of duty, and he would be the first to admit he wasn't as patient as Sakura was. He removed his digits completely, taking the oil into his hands once again and applying it on his shaft. It was during these actions that a thought crossed his mind. Gripping the boy's chin, once again, he leaned forward, so that their breath mingled. "Would you like me to kiss you? Would you like to share this one intimacy with me, Syaoran-kun?"

An almost disappointed mewl came from the brunette when those fingers left him, he feeling suddenly empty inside and incomplete. His body wanted satisfaction so much so that he could feel frustration permeate through him, albeit he fought it back while he continued to gape up at Eriol. Try as he may, there was no denying his wants and needs now. His pride was still in tact, but his control was breaking and there was a moment of weakness as he took in a sharp breath and close his eyes tightly. "...Y-Yes." His reply was barely a whisper and he felt ashamed to have answered but there was something about wanting to taste his ancestor's lips that he couldn't push out of his mind.

Eriol resisted another wide smile and instead leaned in a fraction more, so that their lips barely touched. It that space, he hovered for what might have been an eternity, hoping to elicit desperation from Syaoran, before finally closing the distance. The boy tasted rough, he noticed as his tongue pushed past the brunette's barrier and stroked the other's expertly. He was like sandpaper and spice, nothing sweet or soft, but all hard edges begging to be softened; a shell, waiting to be cracked open. Against his own will, Eriol's lips curved into an impossible smile.

He almost thought that the other youth was just going to tease him and leave him wanting it, but was surprised to find lips pressed to his own after a moment's hesitation. Of the things he could do right, kissing was one of the few, at least from what Sakura told him and he showed it by kissing back with ardor, luring Eriol's tongue into his mouth to suckle and nip while a low moan caught in his throat. As that happened he rose his body to rub it against the one on top of him, a
thigh doing the same to Eriol's side. Unbeknownst to the stubborn boy, his form was acting of its own will whilst his mind was caught up in other things.

As Eriol pulled away he looked into the boy's eyes with a hooded gaze, the first he had experienced in what seemed an eternity. Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled away, returned to his previous task of preparation, which was almost complete. He gripped Syaoran's thighs with both hands and for the first time since they began, showed genuine concern. "Ready?"

Syaoran was breathless, his lips being moist from the link they'd shared. The apprehension that had settled in was becoming heavier as the weight of the question settled in. The uncertainty was evident on Syaoran's face as he gave his Eriol a unsure glance seeing as before this moment he'd never done anything intimate with another person. Hell, not even Sakura had gone this far with him and now here he was about to share his first experience with Eriol. Needless to say he was more than a little hesitant. "I-I..." He didn't trust himself with words and merely closed his eyes again, giving a very faint nod as he knew there was no getting out of this and prepared himself for what he fathomed was going to happen next.

Eriol felt a tension ease in his chest using the nod as a flimsy excuse that Syaoran wanted him in return. It was a lie, and a badly constructed one, but Eriol knew all about lies and didn't mind them, even when they were addressed to himself. He pressed the head of his shaft against the boy's entrance, looking up one last time, before pushing himself just in. Easing back, and resisting the urge to push all the way at once, he leaned toward Syaoran's face, nesting just by his ear. "It hurts at first, but it's more of a discomfort. It will fade."

Syaoran dug his nails into his palms, his body tensing at the first initial penetration. However, he forced himself to relax as well as he could, but Eriol was right. It hurt but not in the same way normal pain came to mind. It was more of a thick, dull throb than anything else, but that didn't alter the fact it was still highly uncomfortable. His eyes tightened as those threatening tears started to roll, his jaw clenching while he let his head fall to one side, taking in deep breaths.

Eriol craned his neck, kissing one of the tears before it finished its journey down the brunette's cheek. Arching his back and began a slow steady rhythm, pulling himself almost completely out before moving all the way back in. Slow, deliberate strokes that would ease his partner into the pattern. Soon, though, his pace increased, as he hit deeper and deeper, seeking to elicit pleasurable gasps that would send him over the edge. It was all well and good that Syaoran was writhing and trying to hide his pleasure, but now the mage wanted to hear his name called again in wanton ecstasy.

Amber orbs opened themselves enough to look at the taller boy as he was thrust into, his body having tightened at first, which made it uncomfortable until he started to relax more and made it easier for Eriol to move inside him. To this the older male received sharp gasps and pitched moans as a reward for his patience. He couldn't help the movement underneath Eriol now as the dull pain faded and the motions became more enjoyable. Soon his body was moving against the one pounding into him, his dampened bangs bouncing against his forehead as the moans grew in height and frequency until the rapture caused his last thread of self-control snap. "E-Eriol...L-Let
me go..." he called out mindlessly as he tugged his restraints yet again, though it was for different reasons this time around. His eyes were glazed over with passion, it having replaced his rebellious gleam as he moved himself to meet the mage's thrusts, their gaze remaining locked onto Eriol.

Eriol smiled once more, having gained a victory of Syaoran's stubborn nature, and pulled a hand across in a sweeping motion and muttering the same incantation as before. The bonds vanished, leaving no trace that they were there at all. He redoubled his thrusts, moving faster and faster as his heart sped up in time. He would hold back, would wait for Syaoran to catch up, which was why he realigned himself so that he would hit that sweet spot that he knew would make the boy cry out.

When Syaoran felt his wrists were released the first thing he did was wrap his arms around Eriol's neck and pull him into a passionate kiss, both thighs now squeezing the bespectacled one's sides in hopes of making the act more ecstatic. Nails raked over pale skin when he felt those thrust become harder, there being a second before his head was flying back, screaming out the mage's name shamelessly. "Eriol! Ahh...m-more..." he pleaded between heavy pants and cries of rapture, the grip he had on his shoulder-blades tightening whilst his back arched towards the male on top of him, both legs having wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.

Eriol felt the tight heat of everything encasing him completely, so much so that he thought he might drown in it. There was so much sweat and feeling, passion and friction that he knew even he wouldn't last much longer. With as much calmness as he could manage, he spoke. "Syaoran-kun, I want you to come for me." He said it in a low command, uttered in the boy's ear in a voice that would send shivers down even the bravest of men's spines. He also shifted their bodies once more, plunging down against the spot even harder, bringing them both closer to the edge.

The building climax could be felt with each thrust they met, having been putting off its growth for a few minutes, though Syaoran knew he couldn't hold it off for long either. One arm slid around to stroke Eriol's face, pulling him closer as their lips met briefly, once more, panting against the other's when they parted. It was between his length rubbing against their bodies and the relentlessly odd feeling that the mage was giving him that had him losing himself. It became so much so that the tears he'd been trying to stop came down more than before, though his eyes never left the face of the taller male. "Eriol...ungh...Eriol!" he cried out as his held onto said male in a compelling grasp when his orgasm hit him hard, causing white to splash between them in thick rivulets, coating their stomachs as well as their thighs from it sliding down their skin. Because of this his body tightened around the shaft inside him, desiring to milk the teen as well while he lay there, chest heaving almost painfully and his body slick with sweat.

Feeling the tightness close in all around him like a vice grip, finally send Eriol over the edge. It had not been the calling of his name, or the writhing of the lean body beneath him. It had been the climax, the apex of their journey, reaching their destination before falling over the other side. And, being that Eriol hadn't done such in a long time, he too felt out of breath, though not so much as Syaoran must have felt. Carefully, he removed himself, still panting as the sweat dripped from his brow. Without a word he moved to the side laying on his back. There was...nothing to say.

Syaoran felt himself trembling from the emptiness and the cold, but he didn't speak of it and rolled onto his side before propping himself with one hand. A look was passed over his shoulder at the other male, opening his mouth to speak, but merely sighed and stared at the floor for a few minutes debating what he should do now that it was over while he wiped his eyes of the lingering tears in them. He couldn't shake his mind of their lingering thoughts. He had just given himself and his virginity to…Eriol…

The mage had taken time to notice the silence when it stretched from the realm of awkward and into uncomfortable. Turning his head slightly, he registered the slouching outline of the boy he had just taken. "Syaoran-kun...Is there something on your mind that you're too stubborn to say?" It sounded nonchalant, as though Eriol was beyond the realm of caring how the stubborn brunette did things. He himself was satisfied, and felt no tenseness in the situation. Placing and arm over his forehead, he sighed. "Do you want me to leave?"

Perhaps he had jumped the gun. And by perhaps that was a definite 'yet' wrapped in the lie of the word 'perhaps'.

"Do whatever you want..." Syaoran muttered as he stood and half glared at him. "You got what you wanted, didn't you?" the confused male stated with a tone of hurt in his voice as he made his way to the bathroom slowly, slamming the door behind him before he shed the robe and got into the shower. He wanted nothing more than to wash away the uneasiness and the feeling that pervaded: the feeling that he had been used.

The scene unfolded like what one might consider a nightmare of a situation. To Syaoran, Eriol was cruel and unfair for making him be honest with his feelings and then not consoling him or wooing him like a gentle master might. But, Eriol wasn't the type and never would be. And, he thought. If he wants to be strong he better get used to not having soft, pliant arms ready to hold him any time he scrapes his knee. Still, he couldn't shake a strange feeling from his shoulders that echoed. He could have sworn it felt like guilt, but he pushed it down, kneeling to put his clothes back on. "Clow really was foolish with his sentiments. You can't get anything done like that."


Ending Note: Their feelings and inhibitions might be a bit hard to understand at the moment, but it will become illuminated with time. Fear not.

R&R my little hentai bunnies!

-Sniffits & Toy