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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 9
‘breaking in’

Morning sunshine beckoned and Sakura opened her eyes, aware first of her stiff muscles and then her surroundings. The room was pleasant enough, with the new daylight reflecting from the sheen of a polished wooden table and almost sparkling in the luxurious velvet upholstery under her. It was also vaguely familiar, and Sakura tried to place it. Why did it seem, she wondered ruefully, that every time she woke up lately she was in a different setting? Before her kidnapping she’d never spent a single night away from her own bed.
She sat up and stretched; no doubt the sofa was comfortable enough for sitting, but it was never meant to be a bed. That’s when she recognized the room – she’d eaten dinner at that very table the night before, alone, once a servant brought her a tray and Ralen locked her in the room. And this was where he’d dragged her late last night, once he discovered what Onii-chan had done to the cage, muttering curses under his breath and pinching her arm cruelly in his grip.
“Onii-chan,” Sakura whimpered, upon remembering. Unbelievably enough, he’d tracked her all the way from their home and found her, got her out of that horrible cage and promised her that it was all over. Then those men found them, and that one called Yue…
Where was her brother? Was he all right? Sakura rose and made for the door, though she already suspected it would be locked. It was, and she suffered a twinge of claustrophobia before she turned around and saw the light wasn’t spilling in from windows, but doors made of glass. She hadn’t noticed them the night before, the sky black outside and she too caught up in her own worries at the time.
Curious, she crossed the room and pressed the handle down, then pushed them both open. She could already see the peaks of the Paluwit mountains when she did this, but it wasn’t until Sakura stepped outside that she saw the real view, and that was something to make her heart skip a beat.
She could see everything from up here. The mountains, the valley, Terriene far below them and the river flowing westward away from it, moving to the coast. The water wasn’t quite visible, but she could see the flat line on the horizon and knew it wasn’t far beyond. The morning sky was a perfect opal blue, the air fresh and pure, and for just a moment Sakura could almost pretend she was in the lofty mountain peaks again. She’d read about balconies in her favorite fantasy tales, but never dreamed that to stand on one could be so exhilirating.
Movement below attracted her attention, and she dropped her gaze to the castle wall. A man was walking along its narrow path, not striding with the brisk pace of someone going somewhere, simply walking with his face turned out to the scenery. He paused and turned around, scanning the courtyard in a similar manner, and Sakura recognized his face. He was the one who’d purchased her and brought her here – Li, he’d told her. They called him captain Li, which she supposed meant he was in some position of authority. For a moment Sakura was tempted to call out and wave hello, for no other reason than she was lonely and worried for her brother and could do with some human interaction.
A sword appeared in his hand just when she was considering it, and she blinked. Where did that come from? Was it magic? Everything in this castle was so fantastic and out of the ordinary, she supposed something like a magical weapon must be commonplace. Li was slicing and stabbing at the air now, morning light flashing off his blade as he whirled and struck. There was something beautifully precise about all his movements, though Sakura knew nothing of swords, and she abandoned the idea of contact for simply watching him. With perfect grace he cleaved the air, spun, and froze, sword thrusting forward. A breeze tugged at his clothes and hair, unnoticed, and Sakura rubbed her arms at the chill gust. It was still early, after all, and cool even at this lower elevation. The nightgown they’d dressed her in after dinner was beautiful, almost as elegant as the dress she’d been wearing before it, but it left her arms bare and obviously wasn’t meant to offer warmth.
She didn’t retreat, ready to face a little cold if she could at least be outside, but then a knock sounded on the door. She jumped at the sudden noise behind her, so used to the peace and quiet, and whirled around with a stray hope that it might be her brother. But it was only one of the slaves that had dressed her the day before, a tray of food in her hands.
“Breakfast, miss,” she announced softly, and set it on the low table.
“Er, thank you.” The woman had not paused to wait for acknowledgement and was already on her way to the door before Sakura spoke. “Wait, do you know my brother? Is he all right? Can I see him?”
“If you please, miss, I have been given no leave to answer questions. I’ll return shortly to collect the dishes.”
She slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her; too late, Sakura threw herself at the handle and tried to turn it. It was already locked, and she blew her bangs out of her face in frustration. All she wanted was a few answers, was it really so much to ask?
The aroma of hot tea and porridge wafted past her and she eyed her breakfast guiltily. Was Onii-chan being fed as well? Perhaps he was simply in another room like hers, perhaps he was explaining the whole story to the one who owned this castle right now. She knew no one listened to her when she said she wasn’t a slave, but Onii-chan was Onii-chan and people always listened to him. If he told Yue about how she was kidnapped and wasn’t supposed to be here, then wouldn’t everything be all right? He’d promised her as much, the night before, and Sakura’s brother had never broken a promise.
Feeling cheered, she returned to the sofa and tackled her breakfast. Li was gone, to her disappointment, by the time she ventured out onto the balcony again. Another man was guarding the castle wall, and except for his occasional pacing back and forth, there was little movement. Bored, Sakura watched birds gliding past the castle and the sun rise ever higher, waiting for news of her brother.

When the key turned in the locks and released first one arm and then the other, Touya almost pitched face-forward onto the dungeon floor. He was saved only by the support of the burly men on either side of him, who caught him just in time and held him more or less upright. It was weakness and Touya hated it, but his long confinement had left his body stiff and unresponsive. His back and shoulders throbbed with pain and his arms were dead to him, he could feel nothing nor even make a fist.
Groggily he blinked away his fatigue and met the superior gaze of a blonde man in front of him, arms crossed in a smug posture.
“Not so tough this morning, are you? I suppose a night strung up in chains will put anyone in their place.”
Wiggle the fingers. Glare. Somehow Touya managed the latter, trying not let the pain show in his face. “Where’s my sister?”
The blonde raised an eyebrow. “Then again, maybe one night wasn’t enough.”
“Is she all right?” Touya persisted. “I want to see her.”
“You don’t seem to understand it yet, do you?” He motioned to the men holding Touya up, and they each grasped his wrists to hold his arms forward. He knew this only by watching it happen; he felt nothing in his arms. “The girl has been bought by Lord Yue. She belongs to him. She is not yours, you don’t have any special rights to ask about her, or demand to see her, and definitely not to try and take her.” Apprehensively Touya watched him clap a pair of chained manacles around his wrists, wishing he could struggle. Still no response from his fingers. “The only thing you need to be worried about is your own behavior, which means following me to the bathing rooms without any trouble. Try not to let him fall on his face, men.”
He turned and strode swiftly for the dungeon door, and Touya was prodded into following. The cuffs around his ankles had not been removed and the chain was far too short to allow his typical steps; right away he stumbled and nearly fell again. Humiliated, Touya concentrated exclusively on walking, achieving a kind of shuffling rhythm that wasn’t very fast but at least let him stand and move without assistance. Aside from a loose hand on his shoulder in case he tripped, his captors kept their distance.
Eventually a tingling made itself felt in his upper arms, followed by a severe pain blossoming from shoulder to fingertip that had him gritting his teeth to keep from whimpering.
Move your fingers, Kinomoto, move your fingers. He couldn’t ever remember feeling pain like this, not even when that billy goat knocked him flat and broke a rib, or when that lynx jumped him and raked its claws across his chest… Intense, mind-numbing, horrible pain it was. Move your goddamn fingers.
A slight twitch rewarded him at last, and Touya exhaled in relief. They’d long since left the dungeons and were moving through what was probably the lower floor of the castle. No one else was about, thankfully, to witness him being herded in chains, though the clinking on the marble floor seemed to echo horribly loudly. Touya split his attention between walking and flexing his fingers, and by the time the blonde came to a halt he was able to make a fist.
A door opened and he clinked his way inside, raising his eyebrows just a little when he saw the pristine bathing room and its pools shimmering in the morning light. He thought of Kaho’s simple bath house and its luxury dwindled some; he’d never even seen a fountain before, let alone indoors. His attention was promptly brought back to his situation when the blonde furnished a key and unlocked his manacles.
“I promise you don’t stand a chance of finding your way out of this castle if you run,” he cautioned. “And you don’t want to know what Lord Yue will do if you try it.”
Loathe as he was to do so, Touya believed him. He hadn’t been paying very careful attention on their way here, busy concentrating on his numbed hands, and he remembered well enough what a maze the place was. And it wouldn’t just be a matter of finding the front door, either, he couldn’t leave without Sakura.
The blonde bent his knees in preparation to kneel, then glanced up at Touya and changed his mind.
“Get down on the floor,” he directed. When Touya didn’t move, he added, “Or I’ll have them make you do it. Your choice.”
The two big men that had escorted him here were now stationed by the door, looking thoroughly bored and unhappy. It crossed Touya’s mind that they didn’t seem to like the man too much, judging by the way they looked at him, but they were obviously here to obey his orders. Touya relented and sat, his legs stretched out so that the blonde could unlock his ankle restraints.
“Girls,” he directed, as he stood and backed away. Three young women in black collars sidled forward, one of them bearing a sponge and soap, and Touya hastily scrambled to his feet.
“I can bathe myself.”
“You wouldn’t know it to look at you,” the blonde sneered. Touya shot him a dangerous look and then glared in warning to the girls. Before they could do it for him he pulled off his shirt. If they were going to force him to wash up in front of an audience of six strangers then Touya intended to do it with a little dignity. But the last time he’d undressed for someone had been for his own mother, when he was five years old.
Touya kicked off his boots, steeled himself, and dropped his pants. Before the girl closest to him could react he whisked the soap from her hands and poked a threatening finger at her chest.
“Touch me and you’ll get hurt.” In his old life, Touya would have never dreamed of acting so to a girl, but his new surroundings had pushed him over the edge of proper behavior. Right now, he’d do anything that it took to save what was left of his pride.
He thought he heard one of the guard snort, just before he dropped into the pool with a splash. The water was not as cold as he expected, and gratefully he dunked his head under to wet his hair. When he opened his eyes, the blonde was scowling at him.
“You’ll learn soon enough what a bad idea it is to flout my authority.” Touya made a pretense of knocking water out of his ear.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
This time he definitely heard both men chuckle. Gray eyes narrowed maliciously. “Not to worry, Lord Yue will teach you respect.”
To that Touya had no retort. Crystal feline eyes and exploring hands flashed through his memory, making him swallow, and he focused his attention on lathering soap over his grimy skin. It wasn’t over yet, he reassured himself, there was one last plea that he might agree to.
In silence he scrubbed his body and his hair, dunking to rinse, then turned to face the silent servants. One of them clasped a drying cloth to her chest, though she looked nervous about approaching Touya with it.
“Toss it,” he directed, and she complied immediately. The blonde shot her a disapproving glare and she cringed, but Touya took no notice. He rubbed his hair and chest dry before climbing up out of the water to finish off, keeping the towel over his genitals at all times. Another girl crept closer, bearing clothing in her arms; the clothes he’d been wearing, clothes that he’d owned for years, had already vanished. Touya accepted the pants first and then hesitated, surprised at the soft and supple material.
“It’s called silk,” the blonde supplied haughtily, and Touya threw him a nasty look.
“I know what it is.” As quickly as he could Touya pulled on the black drawstring pants, trying to remember if he’d ever even touched silk before. A few of the richer women in his village had a dress or two made from it… his mother’s bridal gown might have been silk. It certainly wasn’t something men wore, particularly not men as poor as he was. He tied the pants tightly around his waist and then pulled on the shirt, a loose-fitting one without buttons and white as the moon. The stuff was so light and insubstantial, Touya felt no more clothed with them on than he had been naked. No one offered him any shoes. When the blonde advanced on him with manacles in hand, Touya backed away.
“Oh, but you will. You’re not leaving this room without them, that’s on the lord’s orders. You can let me put them on or the men can force you -”
“My choice, I know.” What was it Kaho had said? Grudgingly Touya allowed the blonde to clap manacles over his wrists and then dropped to the floor so he could do the same for his ankles. That was when Touya noticed the key ring dangling from his belt, jingling slightly as he leaned over.
Blonde man, Sakura had said, this had to be him. Which key was it?
He held out a hand but Touya ignored it, balancing carefully so he could stand on his own.
“Follow me.”

He led Touya through the castle and up a few flights of stairs, not easy to navigate in his short chains. This time he did pay fierce attention to his surroundings, but there was no glimpse of his sister or even anything that he recognized. Up and up they went, until the blonde opened a set of double doors and ushered him in. It was an extravagant room but too somber to be called beautiful, even with daylight spilling through the windows. A rich rug covered most of the floor and a pair of armchairs faced the cold and dark fireplace. The only other furniture was a large but mostly bare desk against the wall. Keenly observant, Touya noticed that while the blonde marched through the room without a second glance, the other men were looking about them curiously. This must be a room not many saw.
That thought triggered a little nervousness, which amplified when the blonde opened another door and Touya saw the bedroom beyond. Furiously trying to get his thumping heart under control, he shuffled through the doorway. There was a moment’s relief that the room was empty, relief that scattered when the door slammed shut behind him. Touya whirled around and dove for the handle, which turned normally, but the door didn’t budge.
“Hey!” Touya banged his fists against the wood and then threw his weight against it, but there was no response, not even a shudder. Though the handle was apparently unlocked, it was as if the door had become part of the wall.
Magic? Touya swallowed a whimper and gave up trying to force it open, looking over the room more carefully. It was quite large, even if there wasn’t much in it. The bed seemed gigantic to his eyes, having never seen a canopy bed before, and he wondered what the point was in designing a bed with a roof over it. Other than that there was only a wardrobe in the corner and a stately armchair, the same rich dark blue as the bedsheets, positioned near the fireplace with a small round table at its side. The floor was wooden, he was surprised to notice, but these weren’t the same dirty planks that made up his own cabin. This wood was oily and smooth under his feet, and warm honey brown. A thick and fluffy white rug was spread over it, in front of the fireplace.
Touya saw another door across the room and moved to investigate, and was pleased to find that this one opened. But it led only to another room, a smaller version of the vast bathing room downstairs. A perpetual fountain spouted up from a small basin, though the water level never rose, and he splashed his face with the cool water. There was a mirror in a gold frame hanging on the wall, and the expected privy next to the basin. Most of the space was taken up by a pool in the corner, empty, and looking as if it had been that way for some time. How did they fill it up with water, so high above the ground?
Touya backed out of the bathroom and finally saw the room’s windows for what they really were: doors made of glass. Quickly he hobbled across the room and tried the handle, but though it moved the door wouldn’t budge. Touya growled in frustration and snatched the small table stand, not caring what the repercussions were if he could just get out of this room. Bracing himself, he swung it at the glass as hard as he could and was thrown back at the harsh recoil, crashing to the floor rather loudly and painfully.
“Ouch…” he groaned softly, and sat up gingerly. The fragile-looking doors stood untouched, without even so much as a crack, balcony and view of the mountains frustratingly out of reach on the other side. Touya had no way to escape, that much was obvious. In the end, all he could do was wait.

The sun was dropping in the west when Yue returned to his private chambers that evening, the door opening at his mental command when he approached. A fire crackled merrily in its place, having lit up as it always did at exactly six-thirty. But other than the flames nothing moved; there was no sign of his new slave.
Yue’s first thought was that Ralen must have misunderstood his orders, then he wondered if the boy had actually managed to escape. He relaxed when he finally spotted him in the far back corner of the room. He wasn’t trying to hide, standing tall and straight, but so immobile in the dusky shadows Yue had almost missed him. Utterly silent, he watched Yue recline in his chair, black eyes glinting with fight in the firelight. He reminded Yue of a wild animal caught in a pen, backed up and watching warily for an attack or a chance to escape.
Yue motioned with his hand, and the small cupboard set in the wall next to the fireplace opened. A bottle of sparkling champagne tipped its contents into a goblet, which floated to Yue’s hand, and he enjoyed a small sip.
“Come here.”
The boy tensed slightly, Yue could hear the chains clink. “Do I look like a dog to you?”
“You look like a slave to me. Come.”
The boy left his corner and skirted the bed, approaching the rug with a look in his eyes that was more cautious than afraid. Yue made a mental note that he would have to change that.
“I am not a slave,” he stated firmly. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“You belong to me now, and you’ll do best to obey promptly when I give a command.”
The boy clenched his fists but took a deep breath, looking as if he were trying to get control over himself.
“Look, I know two hundred is a lot of money. But I’ll buy my sister back if you give me a chance, I can do any kind of work that you need.” Yue sipped his drink, almost amused at the pleading hope in his voice.
“I don’t think you quite understand. You entered my castle and attempted to steal my property, and I have already been more than generous in allowing you to live. Now then.” At his direction the chains around his slave’s wrists unlatched and fell away, landing on the rug with a muffled clink. “Undress yourself.”
The sharp intake of breath was clearly audible to Yue and his slave took a step back, looking ready to panic. Yue allowed several seconds to tick by, then set the goblet on the table.
“I am waiting.”
The boy only clutched at his shirt and shook his head.
“So you are going to resist. I wondered.” The human hardly had a chance to move before Yue was on him, tackling him not too gently to the floor. “You will learn, slave, that it is unwise to disobey me.”
His prey struggled underneath him, to no avail. “Get off me!” Yue could feel his muscles rippling as he fought, no doubt the boy was very strong and unused to helplessness. But no human was stronger than Yue and he closed his iron grip around each wrist, pinning them to the floor.
“You will also learn that I am faster and stronger than you, and it is pointless to fight me.” Though also rather exciting, in its own way. Never had a slave fought him and Yue was rather enjoying his prisoner’s frantic thrashing, futile under his superior strength. He lowered his face to the boy’s chest and inhaled, moving up alongside his neck in a leisurely way. His freshly washed scent was pleasant, masculine and healthy, laced rather heavily with fear. Becoming more aroused by the second, Yue licked his possession on the face.
A disgusted and angry yelp was the response, and Yue purred with pleasure. Slowly, demonstrating he had no need to hurry, he brought his slave’s wrists together and pinned them both to the floor with just one hand. His other hand slid underneath the material of the shirt and pushed it up, revealing the toned and lean chest that had impressed Yue so much the night before. The boy had known hard work, that was clear, and perhaps even danger. Here in the golden glow of firelight Yue saw faint scars raking across his chest, that he hadn’t noticed before. What did that?
He traced a curious fingertip over the dark skin and his slave bucked, ribs rising and falling with every panicked breath. Yue placed a hand over his heart and could feel its rapid beat. Afraid, yes, his slave was surely afraid now. In slow and sensuous circles Yue caressed him, teasing his nipples and watching them grow erect.
“Stop it,” the boy demanded, voice raspy and thick with fear.
“Very well,” Yue acceded, and arranged himself comfortably atop his slave to do the same with his tongue. This time the yelp came out more like a moan, followed by another plea to stop. “Oh slave,” Yue murmured breathily, “I’ve hardly begun.”
“I’m,” the boy gasped, “not… your sl -”
Yue’s hand glided over his hardened erection and he cried out. Dexterously Yue cupped and massaged the bulge, provoking another moan with every stroke.
“You are. You belong to me and I will have you whenever I wish, however I wish. Continue to fight me and I assure you it will only be worse.”
Whimsically, Yue released his grip and sat up, just to see if he’d learned his lesson. In an instant the slave tried to scramble away and Yue had to catch his arm, squeezing hard enough to cause pain.
“I warned you.” Desperate, the boy lashed out with a fist and Yue barely caught it in time, surprised and not a little insulted. No human had ever tried to strike him before, and in his irritation twisted the arm more viciously than necessary. This had the result of whipping his slave around to face away from him, though still on his knees, and mercilessly he kept up the pressure while pushing between his shoulder blades. Nothing but the position of complete subjugation would do, now, the boy must learn his place. Relishing every muffled whimper, Yue forced his face down onto the rug and pinioned both wrists in his grip. With the other hand he untied the drawstring and yanked down the pants. Predictably, his slave redoubled his efforts to escape, squirming for all he was worth and not succeeding in the slightest. Yue almost crooned in ecstasy as he bumped his hips lightly against his slave’s.
So proud, so strong, but so very much his to control. Yue closed his eyes, anticipating the pleasure of what was to come, and then noticed the silence. The flames crackled merrily and he could still hear the boy’s shallow breathing, but in spite of his obvious fear he wasn’t begging.
That impressed Yue, in spite of himself, and he wondered if this one wasn’t more than even he had suspected. He and the circumstances that had brought him here were unusual enough that Yue felt a little patience would be worth it, that this one would be better if broken slowly. Step by painful step.
He reached around and resumed his ministrations, eliciting a moan from the boy. Skillfully he stroked and fondled his erection, already weeping with moisture, never letting up on the pressure that kept his slave’s face to the rug. He lasted a little longer this time but in the end could not resist, and with another broken moan he capitulated in Yue’s hand. Semen sprayed over his own chest and on the rug, and Yue released his painful grip. The boy collapsed onto his side, panting, and Yue rose to his feet.
“Goodness, you are a mess.”
The cupboard opened again and Yue poured himself another glassful, also summoning one of the waiting stack of cloths to his hand. When his slave moved to pull up his pants he clucked his tongue in disapproval.
“No, no, you must clean yourself first. I’m very strict about that.” He dropped the cloth onto his prone body and watched impassively as the boy tried to wipe his skin clean. His hand was trembling with the aftershock, his typically dark skin pale and damp with sweat. A virgin without a doubt, which struck Yue as unusual for a human his age. He was twenty years at the least, probably a few years older than that. And his finely chiseled features were certainly attractive, not to mention his lean build. Had he never even been with one woman?
He sat up then, exhaling a shuddering breath that could almost be a sob. Yue was mildly surprised to feel a flicker of pity, something he rarely experienced, and without thinking dropped a hand to his slave’s head. He hadn’t intended anything more than a light pat, but instantly the human was on his feet and two steps away from Yue, eyes snapping with hatred and fear.
“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!”
Yue raised an eyebrow at this reaction as he returned to his chair. “Do you think it’s over, slave? I told you, I’ve hardly begun and there are so many wonderful things I want to do to you.”
“I am not your slave,” the boy snarled. “I’m only doing this to keep my sister safe from you.”
Yue shrugged slightly and with a wave of his hand returned the cuffs to his slave’s wrists. “You may tell yourself what you like, as long as you understand what’s expected of you.” His sharp ears caught what the boy muttered under his breath. “And treat me with the proper respect,” he added. He ignored the fuming glare and took a sip of his champagne, the glass chilled from his touch. A silence descended, which was finally broken by the slave.
“I want to see her.”
“Who?”
“My sister!”
“Oh.” Yue gazed coolly up at the boy, his expression perfectly even. “Is that so?”
“She doesn’t even know what’s happened or whether I’m okay,” his slave pressed, visibly anxious. “She must be crazy with worry by now. I have to see her and tell her I’m all right.”
His choice of words piqued Yue’s interest; his situation wouldn’t be considered ‘all right’ by many. But the request was reasonable and he nodded.
“Very well.”
The boy held out his hands to Yue, the chain linking his wrists pulled taut. “I won’t see her in these.”
“On the contrary, you will always wear your chains unless I choose to remove them.”
“You’re not making Sakura wear them.”
“She doesn’t strike me as being so troublesome.”
His slave clenched his fists, looking frustrated. “I’m her big brother, I can’t let her see me in these. It’ll scare her.”
“Are you worried for her fear, or your pride?”
He flinched and dropped his eyes, which was all the answer Yue needed. So here was his weakness.
“I won’t wear them.”
“Then it appears we are at an impasse.”
A fleeting stricken expression crossed his face, and he swallowed. “There has to be… something,” he managed, voice almost too low to hear, “that I can do.”
Really? Yue’s eyebrows went up again and he looked over his slave with an appraising air. Defiance still lurked in his eyes but he saw desperation there too, and his hands were twisting nervously in their cuffs. He beckoned with one finger.
“Come here. On your knees,” he added, when the boy took a step forward. His prisoner froze midstep, looking horrified and mutinous, then dropped his eyes to the manacles around his wrists again. Patiently Yue watched as he struggled with the decision, until finally his slave sank to his knees. Face flaming with humiliation, he shuffled across the rug to kneel before Yue.
Yue almost licked his lips in anticipation, and in a languid motion pulled free the knot in his blue waist sash. Panic flashed through his slave’s eyes and he tried to turn his face, but Yue gripped his chin and turned him forward.
“Satisfy me, and you may see her unchained.”
The boy trembled, but he didn’t try to break free of Yue’s hold. “Every day?”
“Provided you behave, yes.”
He swallowed again, looking pale but resolute. “What do I do?”
The reluctant subservience, particularly coming after the slave’s earlier struggles, interested Yue. It cemented his impression that the little sister was very precious to the boy, and Yue wondered just how deep those feelings ran. He’d never heard of such fraternal devotion.
“Open your mouth,” he directed, gently. His slave obeyed, squeezing his eyes shut at the same time. The sight was absolutely delicious to Yue and he shivered slightly, gripping his short black hair to assume control. It had been his intention, after deciding not to take his slave, to pleasure himself atop the boy and simply force him to watch. But this alternative was too tantalizing to resist and Yue didn’t even try, guiding his erection between those waiting lips. Of course he flinched with disgust and tried to wriggle away, but Yue’s firm grasp on his head didn’t allow for it.
“Shh, don’t fight it. Just… take me.” Yue edged his hips forward and pushed his slave’s head closer, not relenting when the boy choked and gagged. He did allow him a few moments to get used to it before he began thrusting, which he did rhythmically and forcing his slave to move back and forth along his length. It felt so good, even given his lack of experience, the warm wetness enclosing him and taking him over and over again and Yue knew he probably wouldn’t last very long. Not after all that had already happened, not with his rebellious new slave kneeling before him in such a submissive posture and his muffled cries falling so temptingly on Yue’s ears. The experience was exquisite, and he simply couldn’t be bothered to hold out any longer. With a moan he released into his slave’s mouth and withdrew, coming back to reality just in time to clap his hand over those lips.
“No,” Yue ordered, “you will swallow it.”
Eyes glittering with hatred and disgust glared at him furiously, but Yue only clamped down harder and tilted his head back, until he had no choice but to swallow. Satisfied and victorious, Yue released him completely and the boy fell to the rug, coughing and hacking piteously. What a delightful session, the ancient lord of the castle couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed it so much. Sighing contentedly, he relaxed back into his chair and retied his sash, eyes closed. He did not bother to open them when he heard his slave scramble to his feet and dash to the bathroom, or at the sound of the boy vomiting after that.
Instead he pressed his hand to the blue gem sewn into his shirtjacket. “Ralen.”
“Yes, my lord?”
“Have you seen to the cage?”
“Yes, it was repaired this afternoon.”
“Where is my slave now?”
“She’s dining, in the tea room.”
“Have another plate sent up, then come to my chambers to collect her brother. He’ll be joining her.”
“Yes, my lord.”

Heaving up the last of his stomach’s contents into the privy, Touya heard the conversation and retched again. See Sakura, now? Face her after what just happened? He couldn’t, he could never look her in the eye with the taste of Yue still lingering in his mouth. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and turned away in shame, dunking his entire face into the basin’s cool water for relief. He’d rather die right now than ever let his sister see him again.
“I’m sorry, Sakura,” he whispered to the marble walls. “I’m so sorry.”
He only had to tell Yue he changed his mind. And Sakura would never have to know, would never guess the terrible truth. He could do it, he could live without seeing her.
She’d be all right. Wouldn’t she?
Touya wiped his face with his sleeves, discovered silk didn’t make a very good towel, and stumbled back to the doorway. Yue was staring meditatively at the fire and sipping his damn wine again, everything about his expression triumphant with conquest. It was a sight that gathered his shredded dignity in an instant; he would rather do anything than admit defeat to that creature.
“I’m stronger than you,” he said quietly, his voice strangely even in the room’s silence.
Yue turned his face, those eyes glittering like ice in the firelight. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve survived blizzards that buried my village, climbed the mountain peaks to hunt and fought off wildcats with only a knife. I buried both my parents and raised my little sister, kept a roof over her head and food in her mouth and scared away all the lecherous suitors that tried to take her away from me.” Never did Yue blink as he spoke, stepping slowly and deliberately in his direction until he was standing on the edge of the rug with his chin held high. “I’m stronger than you, and you won’t break me.”
He didn’t back away when Yue rose from his chair, though it took all his nerve to keep still, and without flinching watched his captor close the distance between them. What was that look in his eyes? It didn’t seem to be anger. More like… excitement?
Yue’s lips brushed over his ear, and his heart thudded in his chest.
“We shall see.”

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