Two new NC-17 rated KuroFay fics... possibly my kinkiest yet

Title: A Very Merry Christmas Indeed
Summary: Kurogane's insatiable, his new fixation... well read and see
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4706289/1/A_Very_Merry_Christmas_Indeed

Title: Foul Language
Summary It was meant to be sex and nothing more... and suddenly he's saying words Fay's not ready to hear.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4706376/1/Foul_Language

Welcome To The World

“I just… we’re not even married.” The green eyed girl sighed softly, sipping at the buttermilk her boyfriend had made her.

“We can get married.” The teenager with amber eyes promised, stroking her auburn hair very gently.

“That’s not the point…” She bit her lip.

“Will your dad be angry?”

“He’ll be… disappointed,” Sakura whispered, wiping her eyes. “Mother would understand. She had Toya when she was… Oh no! Toya’s going to kill you! I can’t be a single mother!” She sobbed suddenly and buried her face in her hands.

“He is NOT going to kill me… I hope.” Syaoran had to sigh at this point. Toya would not be happy that much was certain. “Sakura, you and I made the decision to sleep together… we’re not exactly children. I… I think we can do this.” He cupped her face and drew her up to look at him. “I’d like you to keep the baby.” She scowled. Seventeen and pregnant Sakura was scared, there was no denying that. But she was who she was. She was too kind to even consider other options.

“Mou I didn’t say I wasn’t keeping it.” She huffed. “I’m just…”

“Don’t say it.” Yuuko whispered, peering into her glass ball. “Sakura-chan you’ll change the world with this next sentence please…” But she could wish for no more, as Sakura uttered the tell-tale phrase which would change the lives of so many peoples.

“Now is not a good time for us to have a baby.” She breathed.

“No, it’s not. But I know the minute we look in his eyes… he’ll be the thing we’d die for if we had to.” Yuko sighed. Fei Wang grinned. Sakura and Syaoran went about their day, unaware of the fate they’d just incurred on their unborn baby.

“You’re safe here.” Were the first words the tiny unnamed baby heard as his hearing ventured outside the confines of the womb. He wasn’t sure who was speaking. How could he be. Still a foetus, all translucent and vein-y. The outside world scared him.

The first time he opened his eyes and saw his own arms and legs, still in early formation, he closed them again immediately. He was scared.

His first ever thought was what came next. What was after this comfort, this safety?

Sometimes he could hear his mother whispering sweet words of kindness. He decided that he liked her. She had such a gentle voice. He thought the male voice he often heard was his father. But he yelled a lot, not at mother, not at him… he was just in general loud. He wasn’t sure he liked him. Nor the girl who SQUEE’d every time she saw mother.

During his first few months, he tried to picture his mother. She’d be beautiful, father often told her so. Though she was overweight. She kept telling him.

Suddenly there was noise. Lots of noise. Panic. The world was calling him. He felt a strange tug. No. Not now. The world was scary. He didn’t want to leave now!

“Ouch!” Sakura hissed, sitting up in bed, tears in her eyes. “Syaoran! Syaoran!” She sobbed at the stabbing pain.

“What’s wrong?”

“The baby’s coming!” She wailed, forcing herself off of the end of the bed and into her slippers. Syaoran was on his feet and helping her get ready instantly.

“Now! But you’re only…”

“I KNOW!” She howled, her head feeling fuzzy. Now was not the time for her baby, she knew that. She whimpered at the pain as Syaoran called an ambulance, then friends and family. She couldn’t listen to him as he whispered with them… she hated him. In that instance Sakura hated Syaoran. He had to believe in their baby. Their baby was going to live.

“You’ll be fine.” She told him, stubbornly, unaware the fates were watching over them just waiting to snatch the tiny little boy from existence. Witches, wizards, warriors, ghosts and more waited on the birth of this child. He would change the world. “I love you too much. You’ll be fine.” Sakura told her aching stomach, rubbing it methodically.

“She’s in labour.” Told the midwife.

“But it’s too soon can’t we stop it!” Syaoran roared, angry at her for not being more direct.

“I’m afraid not.” The midwife said, cowering a little under his glare as she strapped on the rubber gloves she’d need to deliver the child.

“Forget that what are his chances?” Fujitaka asked.

“Forget that what are HER chances!” Toya demanded.

“STOP IT, STOP IT ALL OF YOU!” Sakura cried. “HE’S GOING TO BE FINE.” And Yukito grimaced. He could see their mother. She was there. Nadeshiko. Her ghost stroked Sakura’s hair soothingly. He could only think she was here to collect him.

“Sakura, calm down.” Syaoran kissed her lovingly. “Please.”

“I’m trying to be calm. But you’re all talking so negatively.” The expectant mother sobbed.

“I’m going to have to ask you all to leave Syaoran-san and Sakura-san to deliver.” The midwife instructed.

“Remember…” Eriol whispered in her ear as they all filtered out with words of encouragement. “‘I’ll absolutely be alright’” He said mysteriously. For he knew what he... or moreso Clow had done, all those years ago. He knew what he’d done in preparation for this day.

As everyone waited outside the room anxious for news of the premature infant’s arrival, he slipped off. Sure enough at the entrance to the hospital where his descendant was to be born stood a tall woman with long black hair and large breasts.

“Yuko-san.” He bowed at her curtly. He was overly polite with the stranger.

“This is our first meeting, Eriol-kun, you’re just as he said you’d be.” She inclined her head. “It's unfortunate that we were not destined to meet under better circumstances.” Eriol had to nod in agreement. For he did not know the child’s fate only that years ago Clow had enacted preventative measures.

“You have it?” He asked curiously.

“His magic was more powerful than mine.” She said without shame. “A truly great sorcerer. Only he could grant this wish.”

“Then…” Eriol straightened up and showed a maturity beyond his seventeen years. “Then we shall have to have him grant it.”

“Here.” Yuko handed the reincarnation of one of the greatest wizards alive a glasslike sphere no larger than a tennis ball. “This… the energy he had to put in this killed Clow. He ended his life early for this boy… so that he might have a chance.”

“Yuko-san… do you intend to stick around?” He questioned, pushing his glasses up on his nose and surveying the strange woman with an air of familiar respect.

“No. My role for this child comes later.” She sang, and swept out like some unholy bat into the late March night.

It was only fitting that he was born in the witching hour. April first and 12:01am, the tiny baby came into the world. But he didn’t cry, how could he when he was suffocating? There were ghosts surrounding him. A kindly looking young woman with long flowing hair, a handsome man with long blue hair and glasses.
 

“He’s not breathing!” A nurse said, ushering the baby into a small box and attaching wires. Sakura wailed.

“I want to see him.”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Whispered a doctor sadly, watching the premature baby struggle desperately to hold onto the life he wanted.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE HE’LL BE OKAY.”

“Sakura-san… Sakura-san!” The nurse said firmly. “The machine is breathing for him… he can’t live without it. We’re sorry but… he won’t survive.” She felt her heart break. Not after this. No. He had to be okay. He was here, he was alive. Why was this stupid woman telling her he was dying.

“No no no!” She whimpered, clutching her boyfriend’s shirt. Syaoran stroked her back and looked at the tiny boy.

“Let everyone in… to say goodbye.” Syaoran ordered.

“It’s not goodbye, it can’t be!” Sakura hissed, fighting the nurses as best she could.

“He’s… so small.” Tomoyo whispered in disbelief, peering into the clear cube that was the only world the baby may ever know. He was barely the size of her palm, and bright red, all his veins visible. He wasn’t ready for the world. And the world wasn’t ready for him.

“Sakura-san.” Fujitaka whispered, kissing his daughter who was staring stony faced at the wall. “Please talk.”

“HOW CAN I!” She sobbed. “He’s alive and you’re all signing his death sentence. How can you even look at this boy when you don’t believe in him!” She demanded, clenching her fists. Syaoran bowed his head and allowed tears to fall onto his son’s unit.

“Sakura… just… just be quiet.” He begged her, pressing one palm against the plastic. “Talk to your son… please.”

Eriol’s eyes flitted from nurse to nurse, ignoring the child, ignoring the heartbreaking scene of the family losing a baby. As soon as the last midwife left Eriol summoned his staff.

“Sakura-san, Syaoran-kun… I believe you have a visitor.” He said softly, raising it. Yukito fainted and turned into Yue, and Kero darted out from his place under Sakura’s pillow. Sakura froze. Syaoran jolted. They knew that presence too well. Eriol held up the orb that Yuko had given him.

Fujitaka, Tomoyo and Toya even saw it. An apparation. A man stood in front of them, long flowing violet robe wrapped loosely around his slim figure.

“Clow Reed!” Yue and Kero gasped. Sakura barely blinked. Syaoran could only tense up in response. He knew this face but he personally had no experience with the man.

“It’s been a while, Sakura-san.” Clow bowed.

“You’re dead.” Syaoran said bluntly.

“Are you here for the boy?” Yue barked, angry at Clow for choosing now to reappear.

“Ah Syaoran-kun… I believe this is out first meeting.”

“DON’T IGNORE ME!” Yue roared furiously, diving for his master, but instead passing straight through him.

“I… don’t understand.” Kero breathed.
 

“This boy… he was born on april the first. How adaquet.” Clow smiled and walked over to the cradle where the infant was fighting for life half heartedly. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to be safe. He tried to cry but could only mewl.

“Explain yourself.” Toya ordered, not peering up from his nephew. “Are you here to take him?”
 

“The boy… Sakura, have you thought of a name?” Clow asked coolly, his hand passing through the clear material and touching the young boy, just as Nadeshiko was doing from behind her own ethereal barrier.The two shared a secret smile.

“His name.” Sakura said firmly. “Is Kimihiro Li.”

“Very well…” Clow nodded and then smiled. “I placed all my remaining life force into the orb Eriol-kun just used. I’m afraid I only have a short time here, but there is something we must do.”

“Your life force… you… YOU DIED FOR THIS!” Yue growled.

“Not for this so much as for what will be. Kimihiro has an entwined destiny with his younger brother.” Clow said, unfazed by his minion’s fury. After all, he knew him better than anyone. “Kimihiro is a culmination. He’s an entity all of his own.”

“He’s not human?” Sakura gasped, peeking at the tiny boy hiding behind a mop of unruly black hair.

“He’s human. He’s Kurogane’s hair and eternal inner strength. He’s Fay’s build, eyes and magic. He’s his brother’s determination. And of course… he’s her kindred spirit and ability to see.” The sorcerer breathed, bewildering the two devastated parents. “But now is not his time.”

“Excuse me, but I don’t think you came through all this trouble just to tell us he couldn’t be saved.” Eriol said pointedly. Clow smiled serenely.

“Where did you get that attitude?” For he himself was laid back and devious not blunt and straight forward. “I believe… Sakura-san has a wish, but you must all keep in mind… there will be a hefty price.”

Kimihiro blinked as a deal was negotiated above him. He couldn’t understand any of the words but they all sounded so desperate. He felt so lousy. His chest hurt with the effort of trying to breathe on his own and his eyes were sore from trying to see more than the blurry shapes. Kimihiro knew he shouldn't be here.

He’d upset his mother. He could hear the tears in her voice (as she responded to being told he would be a replacement for a child she later lost not to death but to his determination), he could hear father’s angry tone (at being told so outright their sons were interchangeable.) and most of all, he heard Clow’s hopeful voice as he explained:

“They are destined for great things. Both of them. But now is not his time. If you wish for him to live… I shall take him to where he can be safe, until the time comes ten years from now when your son leaves on his journey.”

“I have to ask. Without us making this wish… if we let him die in peace…” Syaoran said softly, not wanting the boy to die but wondering if it would be kinder.

"Terrible things will happen.” Warned Clow. “The world itself is a fragile place. Someone is interfering with your sons’ destinies. For now… Kimihiro should be shielded.”

“Shielded where?” Toya questioned.

“A place that is neither life nor death.” explained the long dead wizard as best he could.

“With you?” Asked Tomoyo weakly. Clow shook his head.
 

“I am merely a projection. Kimihiro will be sent to stay with an archer who owes me a favor or two, he will be protected from those demons he has yet to face, but in that time… he will not exist. It's not that you will not remember him. Nor is it that you will you know anything about the events. He will be an orphan of time and circumstance… Effectively he will be erased from this world for now. But he’ll have his time.”

“I make the wish.” Sakura whispered, standing up and crossing to look at her bewildered son. Blue eyes blinking beautifully, and black hair glinting. Clow mentioned not just his physical attributes that allegedly belonged to others, but had discussed his personality. Sakura truly believed in her son. “Send him away.” She opened the container, careful not to disrupt the wires that kept him breathing. “But you send him with a mother’s love.”

“And a father’s.” Promised Syaoran, stepping beside her.

“I’m sorry I have to forget you Kimihiro. We’ll meet again one day. But until then… goodbye.” Sakura leaned in and kissed her son on the forehead. Syaoran did the same.

“One day.” Clow whispered, picking the baby up, amazing those who had quite clearly seen him passing through objects. “One day both of your boys will be happy. Until that day… goodbye.” And with that Clow whisked Kimihiro off, taking him to unknown dimensions.

Kimihiro’s last thought before he left the world, ignorant of the turmoil his parents had just been through, was that here at least:
He was safe.

A/n: I know I know, TECHNICALLY this makes Syaoran and Watanuki brothers, but I figure if he was technically wiped from existence Watanuki doesn’t class as theirs by birth, at least not now. Anyway. I muse too much. I tried to keep it vague but Haruka was in there somewhere :D Reviews are love.

I'M OUT OF HOSPITAL.

I had to be there on 18th birthday. Also also, solitary confinement SUCKS!!! I WAS BORED OUT OF MY FRAGILE LITTLE MIND.

Plus... the other patients there actually were mad.

I'll get back to writing properly soon. Lemme rest.

A/n: Sorry. I KNOW you’re waiting for KuroFay smut but… well… uhm… Sakura and Syaoran are bored? Heh? I’m hoping to end this between 25 and 30 chapters.

Chapter 17:

His hand was shaking as he reached to light a candle, but she stilled it.
“Maybe… I mean… since… since this is the first time.” She mumbled. “We should, keep the lights out.” He could just make out in the dim light her biting her lip cutely, and Syaoran found it hard to believe a girl as beautiful as she could be self conscious about anything: much less her body: so perhaps she was nervous about seeing him. He took her hand and kissed it delicately. She was still curled into his lap, innocent and sweet as usual.
“If you so wish.”
“Keigo!” She snapped, pushing him very gently, very slowly backwards. He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her waist, rubbing the small of her back gently. Her skin was soft and silky, as he’d expected, but he daren’t touch anything else, even with her so blatantly exposed. They shared a gentle kiss, but Syaoran was hesitant. Sakura sighed, knowing she’d have to take the lead. It made her not only nervous but… excited? Her heart was racing and her face was flushed (she was thankful for the brainwave of keeping the lights out) she felt slightly dizzy: it was somewhat exhilarating.

She was clumsy in unbuttoning his nightshirt, and he didn’t help, choosing instead to trace his hands up over her arms and shoulders. She found his touch was so feather light that it tickled, she wished he’d touch her properly, but maybe it was meant to tickle. She finished with his buttons and carefully parted his shirt, though she could barely see in the dark her fingers darted quickly over the muscles she knew had been at least partially acquired for her.
“Is that okay?” She asked cautiously, hearing his breath catch a little.
“It’s weird… It tickles.” Syaoran mumbled, his cheeks a fantastic shade of red. Sakura felt a little silly, she’d just been thinking the same thing about him. She tensed her fingers a little, applying pressure as he wriggled underneath her.
“Bad weird?” She asked curiously, hoping she’d got it right. He shook his head, but so barely she couldn’t tell. He used both his hands to cup her face, causing her to freeze. Had she done wrong? He pulled her very close and kissed her properly, he could feel her relax.

Her entire body seemed to melt, allowing him to take control, at ease in his arms. He broke the kiss only to shower smaller, gentle kisses down her jaw and neck. She murmured something incoherent as he kissed along her collarbone, his hands running down her sides rubbing small circles against her hips. Nuzzling her head against his neck proved difficult as his pattern of softer kisses dipped lower. She shivered as he approached dangerous territory, lips grazing the very slight raise above her bra. She arched her back in response, and his hands absently flexed against her hips to support her.
“I…” He started.
“Shh.” She whispered, stroking his hair.
“I just meant…” He looked up at her, amber eyes confused.
“It’s okay.” She promised.
“Sakura… shut up and let me talk.” He said softly and affectionately. “How do I take this off?” She blushed furiously, and fiddled with the clasp at the back of her bra for a moment. He stilled her hands, enclosing his own around hers. “No… show me how to?” He asked hopefully.
“Oh… uhm… here.” She took his hands, helping him finger the clasp, to do so she had to move closer so her stomach was now against his chest from her position on his lap. “You have to kind of… no you push this bit.” She smiled as he tried to pull, but didn’t laugh, helping him to undo it.

It took him a few tries of unclasping and reclasping it until he felt confident enough to try it himself. Her fingers laced into his hair as he very cautiously removed it, the backs of his fingernails brushing against her bare breasts causing her to tremble pleasantly.
“You’re beautiful.” He told her.
“You liar, it’s dark!” She giggled, kissing his neck.
“I don’t have to see to know.” He told her, and she was saved a retort by his left hand very VERY cautiously rubbing her right breast. She was most certainly not sizeable in the chest department, but she wasn’t completely flat either, the soft flesh warm underneath his palm. She arched a little into his touch. “Is it alright?” He asked hesitantly. She nodded against his neck, sure she was glowing red in the dark with her facial flush: actually, she was sure she was flushing other places too. She felt almost uncomfortably warm all over.

Syaoran took a moment to allow both of his hands to settle on her breasts before experimentally squeezing. The virgin princess didn’t react to the first few motions, but as his ministrations grew tighter, a little more confident, closer to her nipples she gasped gently.
“I’m sorry!” He said quickly.
“No… no it was good… Syaoran… uhm…” She mumbled into his collarbone. “Please do that again.” She begged in a whisper. He complied without hesitation, he’d do anything for her, and it seemed to be keeping her happy. He rolled the hardening nubs at the end of her breasts carefully between his thumb and forefinger earning a soft “Oh!” from her. He took this to be a good sign and slowly reversed the situation, laying her down onto the bed, she didn’t protest, currently fixated on what he was doing.

She had to admit, she thought it would be embarrassing to have him touching her, and in a way it was, but… it felt not only right but GOOD. She’d heard sex hurt, this felt like bliss to her, tiny little shockwaves like electricity shooting from her chest to… well to everywhere. Her whole body felt alive with tingling. Syaoran kissed her, distracting her from her thoughts, his hands left her chest to wander over every inch of her skin he could reach. Fingers dancing over her arms, back, sides and chest.
“Ah.” She whispered as he brushed a particularly sensitive spot, just over her bully button.
“You’re adorable.” He told her. She blushed and batted at him.
“You already got me in bed lover boy, no need to keep flirting.” She said teasingly and kissed his cheek.
“I’m not just flirting, you really are.” He said honestly, and kissed her neck. He took a second to just inhale. She smelled of scented soaps, moisturisers and perfumes, as most girls would do, but to Syaoran it was a unique feeling. He knew Sakura was close by when he smelled the soft powdery slightly intoxicating scent. He continued with what he’d started to do, kissing slowly down the centre of her chest.

She tensed and closed her eyes: partially nervous and partially due to anticipation. Then she realised, as he very very cautiously licked the outer curve of her breast: she was having all the fun. After all he’d ever done for her, that certainly wasn’t how she wanted it to be, so she shifted a little underneath him, pressing her lower body against his. She hooked her leg around the back of his and tentatively pushed her hips forward.
“Sakura!” He breathed in shock.
“Was that bad?” She asked, slightly surprised at how hard he was… and warm. Dear god she felt like there was a fire between them, was that him or her? There was only the cloth of his boxers and her panties separating them: which one of them was damp like that?
“No… not bad.” He whispered, she did it again, pressing him against her and he shivered visibly. “Def…definitely not bad.” She kissed his forehead and let him get back to what he had been doing.

He let the flat of his tongue run over her nipple and the fingers on her left hand fastened into his hair, her right hand however dipped between them.
“Ouch.” He hissed as she gripped him far too tightly through his boxers.
“I’m sorry.” She squeaked.
“It’s fine…” He said gently. “Just… be careful.” She nodded apprehensively, and began a slow circular motion. She didn’t know where felt good for him so just haphazardly made her own patterns. He didn’t object and bucked his hips very slightly into her hand, continuing to kiss and lick at her nipple, Sakura half wished he’d pay attention to the other one, instead of focusing on one, but it was fine this way. Her heel graced up the back of his calf, urging him tighter, closer, warmer. She shivered. If she was so warm why was she trembling so much?

Syaoran was a little overwhelmed, his hard on was straining against his underwear, positioned right above Sakura like that was too much for him, he remembered Kurogane’s warning about getting too excited too fast: this would all be over too quickly if he didn’t stop soon.
“Sakura,” He whispered, drawing himself up so they were facing each other. She nodded at him curiously, giving him another cautious squeeze through the thin fabric of his underwear. She drew the hand that had been in his hair down onto his chest and tweaked one of his nipples pretty hard. Syaoran gasped, he’d not been aware those reacted like that. He couldn’t help it, it happened before he knew it: he moaned softly.
“I love you too.” She told him happily, smiling her gentle Sakura smile.
“I uhm… sorry.” He muttered weakly. “Didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay… you’re not as loud as my brother, but I’m probably not as good as Yukito-san.” She admitted. Syaoran felt a wave of awkwardness wash over him. One: how long had his princess been warped by the noise of gay-sex from various rooms in her castle? Two: One should NOT discuss siblings, nor the king, while in bed.

“I liked that noise.” She told him softly. “I liked… that I made you make that noise.” She was speaking barely above a mumble, which he found unbearably cute. She relieved him, slightly, by raising her lower hand which had been massaging his erection far too thoroughly, and placing it to his chest. She had two hands, he had to nipples: perfect combination. Whereas he was thankful for the lack of pressure on his genitals, Sakura’s pinching and prodding at his chest was just as bad in a different way.
“Ah…” Syaoran purred causing Sakura to grin like a little kitty. Feeling himself quiver down below, Syaoran knew he had to distract her, and thought the perfect way was right in front of him. His fingers ghosting down over the band of her underwear, debating whether to remove it.
“Are you… going to…” She asked tentatively.
“Yeah… if that’s okay?”
“I… yeah of course but… hold on.” She wriggled out a little, so she was sat up and he was kneeled over her. Syaoran breathed a sigh of relief: that would at least keep him calm until it was necessary.

He still couldn’t see her properly in the dim light of his room, but he gently probed his fingertips along what he knew had to be her stomach (soft and delicate) until he rediscovered her underwear band. He left it on, but slid his hand underneath it. He was slightly surprised at how hot she was underneath the thin pink cloth, and rubbing two fingers very cautiously downward he discovered a slight parting that made Sakura arch her hips upward. She was wet, very wet, a slightly sticky kind of wet, and Syaoran didn’t know why he found this attractive, but it fuelled his fire, and he pressed one finger into her.
“Eeep!” Sakura whimpered.
“Hurts?” he was surprised that only one finger had caused her pain
“A little.” She said embarrassedly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay now, keep going.” She half wished he’d stayed on the outside, whatever he’d been brushing before he inserted his digit had felt good being played with. Some other time though. She focused on his finger, which was sliding in and out of her with a slightly wet sloshing noise.

She decided she didn’t like that sound, it was unnerving, and Syaoran’s finger darting backwards and forwards was doing nothing for her… maybe he needed to use two? He seemed to be thinking along the same lines and slipped another in. he met with much more resistance this time, but assumed he’d already broken Sakura’s virginity so it was okay and just pressed it harder.
“OUCH!” She cried, smacking the side of his head. “You did that on purpose.” She huffed.
“I… I swear I didn’t!” He stammered. “I uh… I’m sorry I really…”
“It’s okay… just… gimme a second.” She wriggled her hips uncomfortably, trying to settle, but no, his fingers just felt large and invasive. Maybe they weren’t warm enough? Surely when he used his… thing it would be warm? Maybe that’s where the pleasure came from? The fingers just being a formality? Syaoran rubbed his fingers backwards and forwards when she gave the silent signal of approval.

He didn’t know to move around, nor did he know where would feel good for Sakura, so his amateur hand was only providing a mild relief for the ache between Sakura’s legs. She whimpered in frustration. Maybe she needed something more? Yes: that was it. She decided.
“I’m ready.” She said confidently. He was surprised, she was ready already? Well, he supposed that she knew best: even though she was only guessing. She grabbed her dressing gown from the floor, taking a condom from her pocket. She’d planned ahead. He slid her underwear down and she kicked it off of her ankle elegantly. She helped him lower his boxers and, handing him the small foil package, squinted slightly to try get a proper look at him, it was no use. She couldn’t see. Instead she lay back, opening her legs and trying to steady her breathing. Nervous wasn’t the word for it: she was terrified, eager, impatient and anxious. There was a moment’s pause while Syaoran tried hopelessly to figure out how the small circle of rubber unrolled, and a vague ‘Ah’ as he got it.

He positioned himself above her, and kissed her forehead.
“I love you… this will probably hurt a bit…” He warned, apprehensively, remembering what Kurogane had warned him with. He steeled himself, ready to die of agony if he needed to.
“I can take a little pain.” She promised him. He nodded and kissed her again. He pressed his head against her entrance, he moaned at the sensation, and for a moment she was in heaven, the warmth she’d needed was there, then her haven was shattered by a tearing sensation. She whimpered, he stopped, he was barely even inside her, maybe the first half an inch.
“Hurts?” He asked hopelessly.
“Yes.” She gasped. He kissed her lips very gently. She gave a huge false smile. “I’m okay now…” She swore, even though she wasn’t. he had no reason to distrust her, and continued trying to ease himself into her. She bit her tongue to stop herself from crying out, but she couldn’t stop her body clenching. He kept his eyes on hers, but this made her nervous so she closed them. Surely… surely he was fully in now? Evidently not. He pressed very hesitantly closer and she screamed in pain. He was only half way in, about 3 and a half inches, but she’d reached her limit. Her scream continued and her nails dug into his shoulders.

“Sakura!” He was shocked. Tears flowed down her face, but she kept her eyes tightly clenched.
“I… I can’t.” She sobbed. “Syaoran… it hurts…”
“I know… I know it hurts…” He tried to soothe, but she knew he only felt a slight nip compared to the agony of being torn open.
“You don’t know!” She wailed. “Please… please stop.” Obediently Syaoran pulled out. Sakura let out a dry sob and turned away from him.

She felt disgusted. Not with him, with herself. She knew she should be stronger, she should just grit her teeth and bare it because she loved her, but dear god she hadn’t expected it to hurt that much. Even now she felt stretched and sore, she whimpered weakly.
“I… I’m so sorry.” Syaoran said nervously. This had been a bad idea from the start. She was too young! She was a princess. He’d just deflowered her and not even done it properly. His concern for her only made her cry heavier: most girlfriends could deal with the pain of the first time, she’d failed him. She felt useless. It was her fault not his, why was he apologising? He was tentative to do so, but he placed one hand on her shoulder. “Please… forgive me. I’ll… I’ll never try that again.” He promised her, taking the barely used condom and throwing it into his trashcan. She shook her head furiously.
“Syaoran… I… it’s not that! I… I’m sorry.” She wiped at her eyes furiously. “It’s my fault… I…”
“No. Okay. I’ll… I’ll take you back to the palace. Right now. I swear I…”
“Syaoran: stop!” She whispered, turning over a little to face him.

She placed a kiss on his lips very softly, her tears dripping onto his cheeks.
“You… don’t need to apologise.” She told him. “I… I’m just a lousy fiancée.”
“The hell you are!” He’d never spoken to her so brashly and her eyes widened in shock. “I love you… I never EVER meant to hurt you.”
“Let’s try again.” She said decisively. “Not tonight… not now… right now I’m hurt, and I’m scared, and I feel pretty dejected. Please… please just hold me for tonight?” She begged. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her obediently. She snuggled into him, her crying slowing to a very gentle sob as she drifted off to sleep with him whispering ‘I love you, you’re beautiful, I’m sorry’ in her ear all night.

But Sakura was happy to awaken in such a warm embrace.

A/n: YAY awkward first sex. Sorry for the realistic depiction of sex… maybe I’m just cynical. On 18th birthday and I’m still in the hospital. It’s DEPRESSING waking up to nurses and white-walls on your birthday.
Sigh.
Reviewing would be lovely.

A/n: I am SO sorry it took forever to update. I'm in the hospital.

Chapter 16

“So… what happened?” Kurogane asked trying to look as pissed as was possible with a beautiful blond man wrapped up in a puffy comforter on his lap.
“I went to light a candle.” Syaoran explained awkwardly.
“Except he got too close!” Sakura whispered gently.
“And my sleeve caught fire.” He held up his injured arm and Fay continued to bandage it, holding his cover in place using Kurogane’s torso.
“So I panicked and threw a picture of water over him.” Sakura said turning an interesting shade of pink.
“Except it was cold so then I panicked.” Syaoran sighed embarrassedly.
“And he fell back into the bookcase.” She murmured.
“Which then showered me with books.”
“And that’s what happened.” The two finished exhaustedly.
“Then explain the nosebleed.” Fay asked with a soft smirk.

Earlier

“You’re SURE about this?” Syaoran asked gently, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. She smiled cheerfully and nodded.
“I’m sure.” She promised him, kissing the tip of his thumb softly. He stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ear, cautiously bringing her forward for a kiss. Her arms slipped around his neck and the kiss broke. “Nervous… but sure.” She reassured him and very hesitantly she reached down for the belt on her nightgown. She paused.
“We don’t have to.” He reminded her, noting her apprehension.
“I want to it’s just… well… I mean apart from when I was a baby nobody’s ever seen me… y’know.” She flushed a shade of scarlet that clashed with her green eyes and he nodded.
“Nor me.” He said softly, even though his heart was racing and his hands were shaking, he had no doubts at all that this was right. Very apprehensively, Sakura slid her robe off of her shoulders and the material of it pooled at her waist, exposing pale white skin trailing off into a sakura pink strapless bra, gentle curves (for Sakura was not particularly well endowed) and a taught stomach. Her breathing was shaky, causing her chest to rise and fall. All this was too much for Syaoran who fell back with a nosebleed.

However this was not the reaction Sakura had been hoping for and she squeaked, covering herself back up self consciously.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing nothing.” He mumbled, covering his face with his hand so she wouldn’t see and groping blindly for the matches to light another candle so he could grab a tissue.
“Syaoran-kun!” She freaked out as his sleeve caught fire.

“That… that was Sakura.” Syaoran mumbled embarrassedly.
“It’s getting late, maybe you should go home.” Sakura whispered softly, looking awkward. Syaoran gulped nervously, feeling like he had been slapped in the face and stood up nodding stiffly.
“I’ll… see you tomorrow then?” He offered. She nodded back in the same robotic manner.
“Mmhmm.” She whispered non-committal-y. Kurogane sighed heavily.
“I’ll walk you down.” He offered standing up and dropping Fay slowly.
“You want me to come?” Fay asked curiously looking up at his lover as he was deposited
“No, you stay here and… say what you need to say.” He hinted nodding at Sakura who was sat on her bed looking forlorn, clutching her night robe tightly across her chest.

After the boys left there was an awkward silence walking down the corridors alongside them until they got to the doors, when Kurogane clapped one hand on Syaoran’s shoulder.
“Too excited too fast?” He asked knowingly. Syaoran groaned.
“I really don’t need a running commentary on my severe ineptitude in the bedroom… she must hate me.”
“Kid, want the best advice you’re ever gonna get. You’re 18! You’re not meant to be good!” He stressed, hitting Syaoran on the back of the head. “It’s gonna be awkward, you’re gonna mess up, and you’re gonna hurt each other, get all that out of the way and it gets easier, kay.” Syaoran sighed and nodded. “This is why I said you’re too young to get married.”
“I love her, and I want to marry her.” He whispered defiantly. “And no candle is going to change my mind.” He slipped out the castle doors, and headed for home, while Kurogane could only sigh and head back to his room.

Fay was having much better luck with Sakura, who had started to cry. He moved over and sat on the bed beside her.
“Feeling self conscious?” He asked her softly. She nodded and lay her head against his shoulder, or… the closest she could get to his shoulder through the comforter, which she had so far the sense not to question. “Sakura-chan, Syaoran-kun is ‘the one’ right, the man you‘re going to marry, your life partner?” She nodded again. “Then don’t worry so much.”
“I just feel like… maybe we’ve been putting this off for a reason.” She sighed. “He wasn’t fine with the idea in the beginning, he kept saying I’m ‘the princess’ and how Toya-nii would object…” She whimpered and cuddled closer. “Then you called and we disappeared to who knows where, he was all ‘not away from home’ and ‘we’ll wait’, I began to feel like I was pressuring him… and now this. I’m scared he might have set his sleeve on fire on purpose.”
“Sakura-chan… the boy is dense but he’s not stupid. I think all these little setbacks will make it more worthwhile in the end…” He said cheerfully, reminded strongly of his and Kurogane’s rocky start, to current affairs.
“He just… doesn’t seem… interested.” She mumbled sadly. “And I know it’s wrong but a million situations run through my head like ‘what if he’s seeing someone else?’, ‘what if my breasts are too small?’, ‘is he being threatened by Onii-sama?’ or ‘what if he really is gay?’.”
“Speaking as a gay man, my gaydar says outright: no way.” He patted her on the head. “I’m sure your brother wouldn’t go as far as threatening anyone, and I know you’re the only one for him.” There was a moment’s pause because one comment had not been addressed,

Would it be weird for him to discuss it with her?
“As for your breasts well… uhm… I’m not exactly an expert in the matter but they seem fine to me. Even if you are on the small side, which I’m not saying you are, true love ignores imperfections and flaws.” He swore, stroking her hair.
“It does?” She asked hopefully. Fay nodded.
“I have a small scar on my hip that Kurogane has never once commented on. I’m sure he’s seen it, I’m sure he’s wondered… but he’s never once called me on it.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m 15, and he doesn’t care… but he did at first and that made things awkward. Right now I’m sure Syaoran-kun’s just as scared as you are,” he assured her. “Everyone has their insecurities, Kuro-rin’s taught me it’s better to be open about them than to smile and hide them all.”
“Mm, thank you Fay-san. I feel a lot better now.” She smiled sweetly up at him.
“Good, now you take that boy by the ear tomorrow if you have to, because I have never seen a love as true as yours.” He ordered. “And I’m sure Kuro-wan’s given Syaoran-kun an earful too.”
“So… as long as I’m confident, I’ve got nothing to worry about.” She questioned as he stood up. He nodded gently and crossed to the door.
“That’s the gist of it.”
“Then, may I ask… what’re you wearing under that?” She looked up at him cutely and Fay felt himself blush.
“Police outfit,” He mumbled, before scurrying out of the room. Sakura hesitated for a moment staring down at her attire before smiling. She could do confidence.

Rather daringly for the princess of the land, she crept out of her room, slunk down the hallways and out into the night air. Even in only her nightgown and underwear, she was not afraid. The citizens of Clow were all friendly, to the point nobody even bothered to lock their doors at night, which tonight would prove advantageous to her. She scuttled along the sands, shivering with the cold, half wishing she’d thought this through better. Even though he could only have been home a matter of minutes, all Syaoran’s candles were out, suggesting he’d gone to bed.
‘Good’ Sakura thought determinedly, creaking the door open. She knew Syaoran’s house very well on instinct and memory, and had to smile as she slipped into his bedroom. He was laid in bed, apparently trying to sleep.
“Sakura-hime!” He gasped in shock, surprised to see her at his doorway. She smiled and crossed to the bed.
“Mou!” She scolded. “I’ve told you a thousand times Syaoran, it’s…”
“Sakura, I know but… what… what are you doing here? It’s after hours! The King’s going to kill me.” He added as an afterthought. Sakura kneeled on the side of the bed and kissed his cheekbone very gently. “I’m uh… sorry I’m so clumsy.” The amber eyed boy muttered uncertainly.
“I’d say I love you even though you’re clumsy, but it’s not true.” She didn’t miss a beat so as not to torture the poor boy any further. “I love you because you’re so klutz-y. Let’s face it, as far as princesses go I’m pretty spacey myself.” She smiled serenely at him, trying to be confident in her slight ditziness. “Now… we were in the middle of something, how’s your arm?”
“It’s fine… wait what… here? Seriously isn’t it better to wait until we’re better prepar…” He started, but she cut him off, placing her lips against his again tentatively.
“Syaoran… I love you, but you have an inferiority complex.” She pulled her knees up so she could fit on the small bed, tucking them underneath her elegantly. “You don’t have to treat me like a princess.” He sighed exasperatedly.
“Sakura, you are the…”

“Syaoran, please. I need you to listen to me.” She said, feigning her confidence as Fay had instructed. “Most girls would be so lucky to have a fiancé who considers her feelings, who fights hard for her and loves her very much.” She reached her pale delicate hand up and traced it smoothly over his jaw line. “I appreciate all that you do for me, and I see you as my equal. Please show me that same respect. Most girls don’t lose their virginity in a palace. Yes I’m scared and nervous, but I’m pleased because it’s you.” Any trace of confidence she might have had left her, as his amber eyes remained stoically focused on her emerald green ones. “Say something?”
“I can’t treat you like a normal girl Sakura.” He said simply. She blinked then nodded, feeling shaken. She‘d been scared of that answer.
“Then… maybe I’m not the one.” She said weakly, slipping the ring off of her finger and handing it back to him. He grimaced. “Maybe… we should go back to being friends,” She whispered, hanging her head, the light catching on a drop running from her eye.
“That’s not what I want.” He told her, cupping her face and wiping a stray tear with his thumb. “We’ve seen far too much of this with Kurogane-san and Fay-san. You have to appreciate your partner and let them know you care or you’ll lose them.”
“Can’t you appreciate me as Sakura, and not the princess?” She raised her hands and slid the belt of her nightgown off, sliding it down over her shoulders and onto his bedroom floor. His eyes flickered briefly to survey her, he had to admit she was right, and a hell of a lot less intimidating here in his own bedroom, where he felt comfortable.

“Put this back on.” He pleaded, taking her hand and sliding the engagement ring back onto her finger delicately. She moved closer, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. Trying to forget the fact she was in her underwear was futile, and he soon found himself hard. She giggled and kissed him very softly.
“Are you nervous?” She questioned, cuddling against his chest cutely. He sighed and placed his hands on the small of her back.
“Very.”

Meanwhile back at the castle (I ALWAYS wanted to say that)

Fay sighed and threw the comforter back on the bed, exposing the rather scandalous police outfit to his lover, who was sat examining one of the toys that had been cast aside in the frightened scrabble to go help Sakura.
“The hell is this anyway?” He mumbled, trying to sound indifferent. Fay rolled his eyes and sat beside Kurogane, taking his hat back.
“See if you press this it vibrates just a bit, it’s kind of like… a hands-free kit.” He explained, laying his head on Kurogane’s broad shoulder and nuzzling softly against him. “Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way… where’d you put my handcuffs?”

A/n: There is SEXIN IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I promise. Coz like… it’s been too long. Also, there may or may not be -whispers- heterosexual sex. DON’T FLAME. -runs-
Review please.

Updates will be infrequent during my hospitalization

I am in hospital, have been for two weeks, dunno when I'm getting out. So the birthday bundle isn't off, just postponed. Suggestions still welcomed.

(And yes I am in hospital for my 18th birthday)

A/n: This first scene is cute. Heh.

Chapter 11:

“What?” Syaoran was the first to ask, being the most confused, Sakura dared to hope and Syaoron smart enough to wait for an answer. Fay smiled.

“We’re not splitting up.” He whispered. Sakura squeaked and flung herself into his arms nearly toppling them off the bed, causing Mokona to wake with a jolt, the two brothers high fived and gave each other man hugs (man hugs are brief chest to chest connections with arms around shoulder and waist, as opposed to cuddling hugs).

“Fay-san that’s BRILLIANT!” Sakura crowed.

“But how, isn’t Mokona illegally…” Syaoron asked over Syaoran’s shoulder. Sakura pulled back and ruffled her little sisters’ hair as she cuddled into her.

“Mokona’s being adopted!” Mokona chirped happily.

“A…adopted?” Syaoron queried.

“Legally? How?” Syaoran piped in.

“Kuro-tou pulled a few strings… legally, we’ll be her guardians.” Fay said, looking up at Kurogane who shrugged as though it was no big deal.

“And you guys are coming too, it’s still not legal but I have space at my place and…”

“Kurogane-san please be quiet so I can ask if I can hug you.” Sakura breathed her green eyes sparkling in admiration. Kurogane was taken aback by this request and just blinked back at her. “Please?” She begged.

“Go on Kuro-rin, be a man.” Fay teased as the twins pushed Sakura forward. She clambered off the bed and hugged him as he stood there somewhat awkwardly. He was used to Mokona glomping him but Sakura was entirely different. After a moment or two Mokona joined in, clambering onto his back and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Oi! You are meant to be sick, and you… enough hugging!” He mumbled embarrassedly managing to pry the girls from him.

“Mokona has to go to school!” Mokona complained.

“Good maybe then you’ll be smart enough not to fall in lakes.” Kurogane sneered at her and she grinned sheepishly.

“Kurogane-san how is your leg?” Syaoron asked.

“Sore, but okay.” He sat down on the bed with the rest of them. “The social are going to be nosying around, I have a spare room we can set up for her.” He nodded at the smallest blonde who was still silently complaining. “But you guys are gonna need to steer clear for like a week, I’m going to keep this suite rented for now, Fay’s going to need to be at home… can the three of you manage alone?”

Sakura seemed distant. She turned to Fay and bit her lip.

“Fay-san… I love you very much, and I’m excited to be living somewhere safe with you.” She said earnestly, and looked ready to cry. Fay’s elation over the family’s security wore off seeing her obviously tear-eminent face.

“Sakura-chan what’s wrong?” She bowed her head.

“I am sorry… I’ve not been a very good daughter as of late.” She whispered. Syaoran rubbed her back soothingly and Kurogane closed his eyes, he’d known this was coming. “I… I’ve been in contact with my real family in secret, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She blurted, Mokona gasped, Syaoron cocked an eyebrow and tears dripped down Sakura’s pale cheeks onto the bed sheets. Fay could have sworn he felt his heart break at that moment.

“Sakura-chan… how could you EVER think I’d be upset with you for that,” He whispered back. “I’m upset you felt you couldn’t talk to me about it.” He pencil gripped her chin. “I don’t want you to ever have to go through things like that alone… if you feel you have to then, I’m not doing a very good job as a father.”

“You are!” She swore desperately. “I didn’t do it alone… Kurogane-san helped, and Syaoran.” Syaoron glared at his brother for keeping secrets causing him to laugh nervously.

“Is that so?” Fay shot Kurogane a ‘we’ll discuss this later’ glance. “Are they nice?” Sakura hesitantly nodded.

“A brother, a sister and a father. I think… I think they’d like you.” She said softly. “All of you… I want… I know this was supposed to be temporary but… please.” She was crying now.

“If you want something say it.” Kurogane ordered quite roughly, and the twins scowled at him for being abrupt with her.

“I want there to be a way I can stay with you, all of us as a family. But… I want to be with them too. Not always, so… Fay-san, Kurogane-san… what I’m saying is…” She bit her lip and bowed deeply again. “I’d like to be in your care… if you’ll have me,” Fay leaned across and stroked her hair.

“Fine by me.” Kurogane muttered.

“You are always welcome in our family, you know that,” He promised her. “We’ll discuss this in the morning, now I hate to get parental but: everyone to their respective sleeping space!” He cheered.

“This is somewhat ridiculous.” Fay said cheerfully from his place atop the moving cabinet.

“Tell me about it.” Yukito laughed, sat beside him as the cabinet, those on it, and those lifting it, headed into the bedroom.

“I’m surprised you two can carry it.” Fay praised Kurogane and Toya as they set it, and their partners down. Yukito hopped off it and returned to his hammering, while Fay stayed sat crossed legged on top of it.

“Me too with you sat on it!” Kurogane muttered cracking his back.

“Ne, are you saying I’m heavy?” The blond flirt asked with a pout.

“What are you five? If you’re not gonna help, get lost!” The irritated ninja said batting furiously at the blond who neatly dodged it.

“Come on you two.” Syaoron said smiling in amusement, a paintbrush in his hand. Mokona was getting her own room, and it had to be set up by tomorrow when the social workers would be coming around to check on Mokona. Sakura, Sequoia and Mokona had been sent out to go shopping for ‘little girl things’ for the bedroom, just enough to make it seem like a proper house with a rogue little daughter.

The job, Sakura had deemed, was far too big for just Kurogane, Fay and the twins, so she had enlisted her father, Toya, Sequoia, Yukito and Tomoyo to help (with design of course). Toya and Kurogane in charge of heavy lifting, the spare room had been cleared easily, Syaoran and Syaoron were in charge of painting (though Syaoran was no good with paint and had most of it on his hands), the entire room was slowly being painted pastel pink. Yukito and Fujitaka were putting together the furniture (currently the bed), and Tomoyo was sewing her heart out.

“Where will my sister be staying?” Demanded Toya to Fay, who was not helping at all and just bouncing around like a hyperactive five year old.

“Attic and basement are conversions.” Kurogane answered gruffly, annoying Toya… but Toya was always annoyed so it worked out well. Truth be told Kurogane was in quite a lot of pain with his leg, but daren’t say so.

“Please don’t make her sleep in the attic, she’s scared of ghosts.” Tomoyo told Kurogane firmly, who just shrugged and nodded. He wouldn’t make her do anything.

By 7pm it was all finished, (after Tomoyo and Fay had hung the curtains) and everyone stepped back to admire their handiwork. It looked like a proper little girl’s room, pale pink walls, lilac carpeting and lilac silk bedding. Tomoyo had carefully sewn intricate patterns in dark purple into the bedding and curtains, she’d made cloth wall hangings and Mokona had made ‘posters’ (with stolen blobs of paint and crayons). The furniture was all pale wood and matched the light feel of the room perfectly. A bedside lamp illuminated the entire room in a soft neon pink and sat on either side of the bed two black and white stuffed animals (“What the hell are they meant to be rabbits?” Kurogane) who Mokona had promptly named Mokona Modoki) sat like guardians.

“It’s beautiful.” Fay approved, clapping Syaoran and Syaoron on the shoulders. “Thank you everyone.” Despite being the first time he’d met the Kinomoto family, there was no awkwardness thus far.

“Should we show Mokona-san then?” Fujitaka suggested.

“She’s asleep downstairs.” Sakura confessed.

“No sense in waking her… she probably shouldn’t sleep in here tonight coz of the paint fumes anyway.” Kurogane shrugged absently rubbing his injured leg and being glared at for it by Fay.

“We should probably get home.” Toya stretched, feeling pretty exhausted.

“And we have to get back to the hotel.” Syaoran agreed. “You three going to be okay?” He asked looking at Kurogane and Fay.

“I should be asking you that.” Kurogane growled.

“We’ll be fine, be good to your sister.” Fay instructed his boys.

“My sister.” Corrected Toya.

“’Nii-san!” Sakura and Sequoia scolded him.

“I DON’T WANNA GO!” Mokona screamed, clutching onto her bedpost as Fay tried his best to drag her off. She was most certainly not normally this badly behaved.

“Come on, all the big girls go to school!” Fay moaned, wrestling with his little girl. Red in the face from screaming she kicked out at him.

“I’M NOT GOING!” She wailed.

“Fine then don’t go to school, be a dummy.” Kurogane barked at her, then paused. “No offence.” He added to the boys who were peering round the doorframe with him at the rather comical scene.

“None taken.” They chanted together, since neither of them had ever attended school. Sakura had only skipped a few years and now she was legally registered as found, Fujitaka (and by extension Toya) had reluctantly agreed to tell the authorities she’d lost her memory and just turned back up, with no memory of where she’d been, she would still be staying with Fay and Kurogane, but legally claiming child support and attending a high school with her friends and sister back in Tomoeda. It was a long commute but she knew it was more than worth it. She would be spending a lot of time with her real family, though sole custody was Fay’s.

“Sakura-chan’s going to school soon too.” Fay told her. “You want to be cool like her right.” He paused and looked at the boys. “Again, no offence.”

“I DON’T WANNA BE COOL I WANT TO STAY HERE WITH YOU AND KURO-RIN!” Mokona howled. Kurogane sighed heavily.

“Move it Fluorite.” He ordered Fay, and with ease picked her up from her place on the bed. He held her up towards the ceiling and looked her in the eye, he spoke next with a much louder tone. “You wanna be a brat fine, I don’t care, but you’re upsetting him okay, you’ve been good for him for years, just because things are changing doesn’t give you the right to act like this.” Mokona’s blue eyes watered in tears.

“’Tou-san he yelled at me.” She whimpered reaching down for Fay.

“Hyuu, good cop bad cop, nice trick.” Fay approved, cuddling Mokona close as she clutched onto his shirt.

“I’m not a brat: I’m scared.” Mokona admitted as Fay stroked her back gently.

“I believe you baby, but there’s nothing to be scared of, and you have to go, Kuro-chuu has work, I have to meet with Fujitaka-san to discuss Sakura-chan’s custody arrangements.” The blond sighed, if he had his way Kurogane wouldn’t be returning to work just yet, the bullet wound was not infected but it was still nasty (though for the most part he kept it well hidden, Fay had spotted it while he was changing) “You gonna be good while Kuro-shii takes you to school?” Mokona sighed and nodded as Fay wiped her teary eyes.

“I have to go or I’ll miss my bus.” Sakura said, she hurried forward and kissed Fay on the cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.” She kissed Mokona on the forehead. “You’ll LOVE school Moko-chan.” Sakura promised, ruffling her little sister’s hair. “There’ll be other kids to play with,” She sighed at Mokona’s sad disposition before waving an excited goodbye to Kurogane and Syaoron. She hesitated before kissing Syaoran on the cheek and hurrying off to school.

“Yeah well, they won’t be as cute as me.” Mokona mumbled, sliding down Fay’s body and going to grab her little red school satchel. “Take me to my doom.” She ordered Kurogane, who just sighed.

“It won’t be that bad, come on.” And for the first time in a long while, Mokona walked. Usually she was carried, even at the age of seven, because she was so small, but today she felt sick and scared. She’d never ever been away from Fay for long periods of time, and she’d much rather stay with him. Though this attitude was unhealthy, Mokona was rather happy being a recluse.

Kurogane was silent most of the way, as the usually cheerful bouncy little girl walked with her head hung and her arms hanging limply by her sides. Kurogane had only offered to take her because it was on the way to the palace, he mused that she might’ve been happier with one of her brothers. He sighed: he’d never been good with kids.

“If the other kids are mean to me, will you beat them up for me?” She asked tentatively as they approached the schoolyard where children of every race and religion where milling in by the dozen, from the snivelly little first years to the bored preteen top students.

“No, if the other kids are mean to you, punch em in the face!” He instructed.

“Interesting attitude.” Said a cool voice. Kurogane cringed visibly and turned to face a smiling woman with long red hair. “I highly recommend telling a teacher if the other kids are mean to you, Mokona-san.” Mokona squeaked.

“I wanna go home!”

“How’d you know her name?”

“Mizuki Kaho. I teach the second years, and I’ve been informed of the new girl.” She smiled kindly and offered her hand. “The students in my class are well behaved and I’m sure they won’t exclude a girl as beautiful as you,” Mokona shivered and looked up at Kurogane who nodded. He crouched down beside her and whispered.

“Yeah well, don’t be a brat, but you have my permission to punch em if they pester you, got it.” He mumbled in her ear, she nodded and tears spilled from her eyes as the friendly teacher offered her hand and lead her off. Kurogane sighed and watched her go.

Damn kids.

A/n: Insert witty author’s note here. Reviews are love. 

Chapter 15: The Most Awkward Chapter In The History of Tsubasa Ever

Kurogane blinked, hardly daring to believe he’d heard the kid right.

“I mean, at least not yet. And if you do or have done or whatever don’t tell Sakura... yet.” Syaoran said desperately.

“I’m lost, what the hell are you talking about?” Kurogane sighed exasperatedly. Syaoran tucked one hand behind his own head and sighed, fisting his hair.

“I planned on proposing to Sakura. Her brother won’t be happy about it. Then what with Fay-san’s wedding, and Sakura getting upset over that… now he’s put the idea into her head and I don’t want her to think he’s influenced me in any way because this is my decision. I also kind of don’t want it to be overshadowed because I’ve been planning this for a while and…”

“Propose… you’re way too young to get married.” Kurogane said, caught severely off guard by his rambling. “And haven’t you two only been together a few months?”

“Well… yes.” Syaoran shifted his weight onto his other foot absently. “But she and I have been in love since we were 7 years old, whether we were officially a couple or not, I class that as being ‘together’ and I know she feels the same.”

Kurogane ran his hand through his hair and looked down at Syaoran. Sure enough the boy had matured, their journey had forced him to grow up… but she was still a little girl in his eyes.

“You’re sure about this?” He asked eventually. Syaoran nodded.

“She’s the one.” He said firmly. Kurogane sighed and nodded.

“Yeah well, I won’t stop you… and I don’t think the mage is exactly jumping down my throat to get married so yeah, we’ll hold off.” Syaoran breathed heavily in relief.

“Thank you so much.” There was a moment of silence as Kurogane tried to entertain the thought of the kids being married. He paused as a light bulb in his head clicked on.

“Is she pregnant?”

“No." The lightbulb shorted and went out. "She and I haven’t…” Syaoran turned scarlet and hung his head. Kurogane groaned.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘no sex til marriage’ guys?” He asked, feeling slightly more comfortable discussing sex with the kid than marriage and love and romance-y crap.

“No no, she and I do intend to… we just… well we haven’t got around to it… like I said what with Fay-san’s wedding and all the chaos that brought on…” He bit his lip nervously. “Except I’m not exactly sure… what to do.” His voice trailed off awkwardly.

“Anything you need to know?” Kurogane questioned, feeling ever so slightly paternal over the awkward teenage boy who having lost his family so young had nobody to discuss these sort of things with.

“It… it’s supposed to hurt, the first time… right?” Syaoran dug his hands as deep as he could into his pockets and stared at the ground, his face having turned the most intense shade of crimson a long time ago.

“Yeah… first couple of times will hurt like hell.” Kurogane leaned against the wall and put both his hands behind his head, staring at the wall ahead of him rather than at the angsting teenager. “Mostly for her.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to hurt her.” He sighed softly.

“The best thing you can do is make sure she’s relaxed. If she’s tense or scared it’ll hurt more. Other than that all you really can do is be there for her.” Syaoran sighed and nodded, knowing it wouldn’t be easy for either of them to relax when they were nervous as they were about the subject. Kurogane seemed to pick up on this and sighed. “Like… physically relaxed.” There was a slight tinge to his own cheeks as he spoke.

“I… huh?” The innocently naïve boy looked up at his mentor cluelessly and Kurogane groaned in embarrassment, wondering how exactly he could teach Syaoran about foreplay without having to envision the young princess.

“She’s gonna be freaked out, okay, nothing’s gonna change that, but when your body’s relaxed it’s easier. So just… take your time with her, go slow and… don’t jump from 0 to 100 right away if you understand…” Syaoran hesitated watching Kurogane make a slightly inappropriate pushing motion with two fingers to give him the idea, before nodding.

“Thanks.” He mumbled softly. Kurogane nodded, quickly lowering his hand and wondering if he’d have to go to confession for encouraging Syaoran to molest her.

“As long as you show her you love her it’ll be fine.” The warrior said, ruffling the teenager’s hair absently.

“Yeah… I hope so. I should go home.” He straightened himself up and absently dusted off his spotless shirt.

“You don’t live here?” Syaoran shook his head hurriedly.

“The king hates me.” He told Kurogane simply.

“And you’re screwing his sister, how ironic.” Syaoran smiled cheekily.

“Why do you think he hates me?” He waved Kurogane off, hesitating outside one room before scuttling off completely. Kurogane decided that room must be the princess’ room and went back into his own. The two hadn't had sex, weren't living together, and were contemplating getting married... on the other hand they'd grown up in love, and had proved they'd be willing to die for each other. He glanced at the apparently sleeping blond. It really put things in perspective for their relationship. They'd been through hell for each other.

Fay opened one eye lazily.

“Nyeh, leave me alone.” He ordered. Kurogane nodded and when he sat down on the edge of the bed, instead of pouncing on the sleepy magician and ravishing him to within an inch of his life, he merely stroked Fay’s golden hair softly. “What’s wrong?” The wizard forced himself to ask.

“Nothing…”

“What’d he need?” Fay yawned and cuddled slightly closer, content that Kurogane wasn’t going to randomly molest him.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” Kurogane ordered, closing his eyes: silently thankful to be falling asleep beside Fay once again.

“FAY-SAN, FAY-SAN!” Sakura screamed, bounding into the room. Fay was grateful to any god of this present world that he’d had the energy to redress himself after last night as she jumped on the bed in excitement.

“Oof… good morning Sakura-chan.” He smiled feebly.

“Look look!” She squeaked, showing him her hand and a glittering ring on it. Fay blinked in confusion and just smiled at her. Kurogane came into the room, toothbrush in mouth having just been in the bathroom.

“Would it kill you to knock?” He asked her, somewhat amused at the sight of his overtly gay lover being straddled by the hyperactive princess.

“I’m sorry I’m just so happy look!” She held her hand out for Kurogane to see, he smirked.

“I’m missing something, right.” Fay said cluelessly.

“I’m ENGAGED!” She squeaked her eyes sparkling like the ring she was wearing.

“Sakura’s getting married!” Mokona chirped happily from its hiding place on the shelf. Kurogane glowered at it, wondering and worrying slightly about how long it had been up there.

“You…” Fay said in shock, sitting up. “Engaged… to be wed?”

“Mmhmm! He took me up to the overlook and said he had something to show me, and we watched the sunrise over the city and oh Fay-san!” She hugged him tightly.

“Congrats.” Kurogane said gruffly, hitting out at Mokona absently.

“I can only imagine his face when you said yes.” Fay said softly.

“Tcheh me too.” Kurogane smirked imagining a scarlet teenage boy pulling an array of OMG faces. Sakura squawked,

“OH MY GOODNESS! I WAS SO EXCITED I FORGOT TO ANSWER HIM!” She cried, and fled from the room to go try find her almost fiancé. Fay chuckled softly.

“Rings, huh? I’m jealous. You knew he was going to ask her?” He quizzed Kurogane.

“Yeah.” Kurogane nodded. “I also know what he’s got planned for tonight.”

“Aww, our babies aren’t babies anymore!” Fay cooed forcing himself out of bed, he was still a little tired, but not nearly as exhausted as before.

“Yeah they’re all growing up and getting married… to each other. They’re not our kids dimwit.” He playfully swatted at Fay’s head.

“You bully, I never had a proper family, you let me keep this one.” The thin blond punched Kurogane haughtily.

“Fine but your kids are incestuous bastards then.” He mumbled as Fay wrapped his own arms around the back of his neck.

“They don’t have to be bastards… if the offer of marriage still stands?” Fay smiled coyly and his voice was hopeful Kurogane shook his head.

“It doesn’t, I promised the kid I’d wait til his news died down before I asked you again. Plus I might aswell ask properly instead of yelling it in front of people, so wait your damn turn.” Fay’s smile widened.

“So… I know you're going to ask me... and you know I'm going to say yes... we’re unofficially engaged?”

“Something like that.”

“I thought you were against gay marriage?” Fay asked raising an eyebrow. The ninja nodded.

“I am… but sometimes traditions have to be broken, and if it’s a case of marriage is for men and women I’d rather you were married to me than that dozy ditz of an ex you left back there.” He grumbled.

“Kuro-wan, that’s not romantic at all… and you leave Suki alone!”

Kurogane shrugged and cupped Fay’s face tilting it up to meet his own gaze. He stroked his roughened fingertips along Fay’s cheekbone and traced his thumb over the thin lips he knew so well, curled into a gentle smile that was more sincere than Kurogane had ever seen it.

“I love you.” Fay offered.

“Yeah well, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t.” He brought his head down and their lips barely touched before Fay started laughing hysterically. “The hell!?” Kurogane barked.

“I… I just wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He said softly, pulling Kurogane closer and whispering softly in his ear. “We have an audience.” Both pairs of eyes rested on Mokona, watching eagerly from the bed.

“Hohoho Mokona has been caught!” It giggled.

“Hohoho.” Fay imitated, checking the tick on his boyfriend’s head. “I think Mokona should run.” Kurogane chased the hopping white creature down the hallway, brandishing his katana. Mokona cackled and jumped onto someone’s shoulder. Kurogane reached to grab it just as the guy turned around.

“Hyuu.” Fay said cheerfully having caught up behind them. “Hello your highness.” He wriggled his fingers in greeting as they stared at Toya, the king of this country, having a sword aimed at him... with Mokona seeking shelter behind his neck.

Sakura shifted her weight nervously, hopping from foot to foot. Having been called to the throne room by his majesty was NEVER a good sign.

“Well… you see… Kurogane-san and Fay-san had nowhere else to go, plus they’re my best friends and Moko-chan didn’t mean…”

“That’s not what I’m mad about Sakura!” Toya sighed rubbing his eyelids in frustration. “They can stay. I’m referring to the fact you’re stupid enough NOT to tell me, or inform the castle guard there’s a man with a weapon hanging around. If they’d seen him as a threat he’d have been killed, you realise that.” He fumed, Fay chuckled.
“I don’t think that’s a worry.”

“Hm… I assumed Kurogane-san would be in his room until I told you, see Fay-san isn’t very well yet and… then I got taken to the outlook this morning.”

“Eh? By who?” Toya’s eyes lit up in surpressed rage and Syaoran stepped back nervously.

“Syaoran… perhaps now is probably not the best time to tell you he’s asked me to marry him?” Sakura grinned wickedly and Kurogane felt slightly proud of her deviousness, knowing it must have stemmed from this sibling rivalry. The king looked as though his head was about to explode, his face red with rage and his eyes slightly bugged, shaking silently.

“Congratulations.” The high priest at the king’s side offered, smiling kindly at the two.

“Thank you.” Both Sakura and Syaoran bowed taking each others hands and leaving the room. Kurogane shrugged and followed them, Fay picked up Mokona and skipped out after them.

“AND LADIES DO NOT BOW!” Toya yelled eventually.

“They left the room five minutes ago... your highness.” Yukito whispered trying not to snicker into his hand.

“So what WAS in that box then?” Kurogane asked that night, changing into night clothes. Sure enough the desert really was cold at night, and quiet. There was barely a breeze to blow the wind chimes (which annoyed Kurogane because it meant Fay batted them to make noise instead, looking very much like a kitten with a new toy)

“Mmm… want me to show you?” Fay purred, tipping himself over the edge of the bed and recovering the blue gift with the red ribbon. “Stay here.” He instructed and disappeared into the bathroom. Kurogane raised an eyebrow and lay back in bed, knowing he’d kill the witch if it was something inappropriate. Sure enough when Fay emerged Kurogane choked on something invisible.

Oddly enough the outfit looked as though it had been made for a man, even scarier it seemed to have been made to fit Fay perfectly. He was dressed, if you could call it that, as a police officer. The blue uniform exposed his midriff, and barely covered his ass, a thin detachable blue fabric covered his crotch, long white legs bare and contrasting against the light blue cloth. The sleeves cut tight against his shoulders, but the collar-line dipped below his clavicle. A slightly sideways hat lay atop his head, and a tool belt round his waist contained two objects Kurogane wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know about, a pair of handcuffs dangled from his finger.

“The hell!” Kurogane spluttered.

“Like?” The blond asked seductively.

“Like I… hell no! Look dress up is for goddamn girls Fay!” He protested hoping his nose wasn’t bleeding.

“Mou, again with the ‘this is for girls this is for boys’ bit, with all due respect Kuro-akkan… give it a rest.” (akkan is crook) Fay mewled and kneeled on the foot of the bed, brandishing the handcuffs. “Or do you prefer Kuro-yancha?” (naughty)

“It’s Kurogane and get that off you moron, anyway what if she’s got a hidden camera in there or something!”

“Hmpht. It doesn’t do one good to disobey authority.” Fay grinned almost evilly and crawled up towards his lover.

Kurogane put out a hand directly on Fay’s forehead to stop him in his tracks.

“I said no.” His voice intense and icy.

“You’re just scared of me tying you up, aren’t you.” Fay purred, and Kurogane’s cheeks turned an interesting shade of magenta and then a slight bang from in the corridor or one of the other rooms alerted them.

“I AM SO SORRY OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK?” A voice that was unmistakably Sakura’s rang out. Kurogane stood up to go for the door and Fay did too, however, reviewing his attire he seemed to reconsider. Torn between checking on his ‘daughter’ and embarrassing himself or staying safe here he flung the comforter around himself and threw his hat and cuffs onto the bed.

Sakura stood in the hallway with her night robe wrapped around her.

“Please help.” She begged them, taking Kurogane’s hand and dragging him into her bedroom. Fay followed to find a very wet Syaoran sprawled semi-conscious on the floor surrounded with books in varied states of disarray, with a really bad nosebleed, several blossoming bruises and a burned sleeve and arm.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones not getting any tonight.” Fay whispered.

A/n: What an unfortunate experience for Syaoran. Also Kuro-rin’s a meany objecting to being tied up! Coward! I say real men take aswell as give but we’ll hafta see... and I keep interupting them don't I... hehe.
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A/n: I know it's been a while since I updated: I got sick. I hope this extra long chapter makes up for it. Also, the first line originally said 'Blinking the sheep from blue eyes', because I can't type! :D

Chapter 14:

Blinking the sleep from blue eyes the first thing he realised was that he’d been propped against a wall, the next thing he noticed was a pair of kind green eyes staring into his.

“I’m glad you’re awake.” She said genuinely, applying a little pressure to a wet cloth on his forehead. He looked around, eyes rolling almost inhumanly. “Oh he’s talking something over with Yuko-san.” Sakura said, obviously detecting his discomfort with the sixth sense only daughters have.

“Hm…” Was all Fay could manage, trying to sit himself up properly and failing. His joints and muscles ached incredibly, and was he unable to move properly.

“You shouldn’t move for a little while, none of us realised how big a spell that was for you Fay-san!” She cheered and he nodded weakly. He felt completely and utterly drained.

“You’re doing well Sakura-chan.” Praised a voice, and Fay was forced to tilt his head ever so slightly to see a bespectacled boy watching over Sakura’s movements. “You’d make a good nurse.”

“Or a wife.” Fay said softly causing the princess to flush scarlet.

“You… you need a few days bed rest.” She stammered.

“I’m sure Kurogane-san can see to that.” Watanuki said before realising how it had sounded. He waved his arms furiously in a criss-cross motion. “I just meant that… given the situation… he’d be best to… I mean…”

“Awkward little thing aren’t you?” Fay asked in a half amused tone before sliding slowly out of consciousness.

When he next awoke he was laid in a bed, not the one he often shared with Tsukiakari, but in one of the usually unoccupied room’s. The tinny noise of a wind chime hit his ears and he sat up allowing the cool to wash over him as the covers fell back.

“You’re up then.” Kurogane muttered gruffly, and had Fay been anyone else he would’ve jumped at the sharp tone, instead he just smiled.

“Looks that way… where is everyone?” He asked, ruffling his hair a little to try make his dishevelled state of dress look intentional.

“Downstairs saying their goodbyes, they have homes to get to.”

“Is that so…” Fay spoke softly, and tried to stand, only falling back. “Oof… doesn’t look like I’m able to go down and say farewell… since… I doubt you’re willing to help me right now?” The broad smile he wore made Kurogane want to smack him but instead he pulled the wizard to his feet and helped support him.

“Don’t misunderstand me you bastard, I’m still mad at you for not telling me.” He hooked Fay’s thin frame under his shoulder and the two headed downstairs, the wind chime which had been moved from his room tinkling in the window.

“I thought you said, that I was allowed to not tell the truth, as long as I didn’t lie.” Countered the smooth voice of the blond raising one eyebrow at his lover. Kurogane ‘tcheh’d’ loudly.

“Don’t use my fucking words against me mage.” He warned as the two stumbled awkwardly along. Fay mused that leaning against Kurogane, even in his exhausted state and with the warrior madder than ever, was the most comfortable he’d felt for a long long time.

“Kuro-wan…” The blond said quietly as they neared the entry hall where apparently everyone was gathered (dulled sounds of chatter reaching their ears through the heavy glass doors) “You know I have my reasons for…”

“Being an idiot?” He suggested.

“Keeping you in the dark sometimes.” Fay said pointedly, stopping abruptly, causing Kurogane to do the same.

“Yeah, because you’re an idiot.” Kurogane muttered. Fay leaned up and kissed Kurogane on the cheek languidly.

“Could be.” He chuckled at Kurogane’s slight blush, it was always amusing, how he reacted to that. Kissing, fooling around, sex… those things were actions you could take with anyone, and even though Kurogane was affectionate in each of those areas, the little things made it more real. Kissing, fooling around and sex were fine corner stones, but pecking, cuddling, holding hands and general romancey behaviour really make a relationship: even if in this case it mostly came from Fay.

Dragging the half limp blond into the room resulted in Sakura scolding them, insisting Fay should be in bed. Kurogane felt much like a marionette, leading his half conscious lover around the room, chattering idly away to people. However he stopped at Watanuki. The bi-coloured eyes were familiar, but other than that the scrawny dark haired youth bore no outstanding features and Kurogane failed to see why Fay had taken to him.

“You…” Fay whispered smiling. Watanuki was taken aback and literally stepped backwards into Doumeki, who merely blinked and righted the boy.

“Me?” He asked nervously, batting Doumeki’s hands away from him furiously.

“Today stands as testament… if you have something to say to the one you love: say it.” The sorcerer ordered. “You don’t want to miss second chances.” Watanuki hesitated before giving a half nod as though he understood what was being asked of him but didn’t agree.

“Almost forgot your wedding gift.” Yuko smiled maliciously and handed Fay the mysterious blue box. “For you.”

“Uh… no thanks Yuko-san I’m hesitant of accepting presents from you, the price is probably…”

“The price is the wonderful display put on today.” She answered coolly.

“Glad to know my love-life is so entertaining.” Fay said almost acidly and sighed tugging at the ribbon.

“AH! FAY-SAN!” Watanuki spluttered seeing Yuko’s evil grin. “If I were you I wouldn’t open that here... uh... in front of people.” He stressed. Yuko pouted, Kurogane groaned and Fay smiled.

“Is that so… thanks for the tip.” He said cheerfully.

“You know you spoil ALL my fun.” Yuko pouted, scowling at her employee and his cohort. She sighed. “Come on Mokona, home.” The black Mokona bade one final farewell to its mirror opposite before whisking the three away.

“So… where do you plan on going?” Tsukiakari asked, having sent Hiroyoshi on an errand.

“Not sure…” Fay whispered, looking almost timid. The youngest princess hurried over to them, Syaoran in hot pursuit with Mokona on his shoulder.

“You’re welcome in Clow… in fact… I’d be honoured if you’d come stay with me at the palace.” Sakura said earnestly, and bowed to back up her request. “All of us together…” All 18 years, 5 foot tall and green eyes of her wishing within herself that they agree.

“It’s hot there.” Kurogane reminded Fay, knowing that if he had complained about the heat in Nihon a desert would be worse.

“It’s cold at night.” Syaoran informed, seeing his girlfriend’s desperate looking face as she truly hoped all five of them could be together.

“They approve of our sort of relationship there?” The blond was evidently worried about this aspect in particular, Sakura laughed.

“You’ve never met my brother.” She smiled, straightening out of her bow and gripping Syaoran's hand tightly.

“You wouldn’t know anyone.” Pointed out Kurogane, locking eyes with Fay who was biting his lip, mulling the decision over.

“And neither would you… it would be a whole new start for both of us.” He warned. Kurogane nodded in agreement.

“Then… we’re leaving with the kids?” Kurogane asked trying to sound offhanded.

“Not all the kids.” Fay sounded disappointed and looked at Chii, who simply cocked her head. “We have to leave her here.”

“Why?”

“She’s not designed to travel… she’d break apart in transition.” His voice nearly broke at her naïve look. “I promised her this time would be different, I promised her I wouldn’t…”

“I’ll take care of her.” Tsukiakari swore nodding her head firmly. “And you are ALWAYS welcome to come visit us.”

“And with Mokona you won’t even need to drain your magic!” Mokona promised, reassuring him.

“Chii…” Chii whispered sadly, she flung herself at Fay, knocking him backwards into Kurogane who nearly buckled under the sudden weight of them both. “Chii wants to stay with Fay! But… Chii wants Fay to be happy! Chii thinks Fay will be happiest… Chii KNOWS Fay will be happiest with Kurogane-san!” She gushed, cuddling him tightly as he stroked her hair. “So Chii will stay behind, Chii will wait patiently for Fay to come and visit her.” She smiled.

“Then… we’re both making sacrifices.” Fay said, obviously addressing Kurogane. “You with Soma-chan and Tomoyo-chan, and me with Suki and Chii.” He straightened himself up a bit and Chii stepped back to stand with Tsukiakari. “To Clow we go.”

“Yay!” Sakura and Mokona clapped excitedly and Syaoran could only smile softly. They were never an official family, and had they been it would have been a severely dysfunctional one, but the setting was comfortable, and Clow had seemed awfully lonely without them.

“Those would be the kitchens… uh we’re not supposed to go down there but I usually do because the chef is really nice and sometimes helps me make cookies.” Sakura informed finally, as she ended the mini-tour she was giving Kurogane that evening. Fay had been forced to go to sleep in one of the bedrooms upstairs (“The two of you can have separate rooms if you like but… nobody minds you sharing.”), with Syaoran acting as a guard. The princess bobbed on the balls of her feet surveying Kurogane closely. He looked a little out of place, and even though he wasn‘t smiling she could tell he was pretty happy: as far as Kurogane’s happiness goes. “Any questions?”

“Think I got it…” He grunted.

“Onii-sama and Yukito-san are busy right now, but you can meet them tomorrow, when Fay-san is feeling a little better.” She promised him, then took him off guard by hugging him. “I am so so SO happy for the two of you.” She whispered into his stomach. “I just KNOW you’ll be happy here… I’ll let you get back to Fay-san now.” She let go and lead him back up to the bedrooms, taking Syaoran by the hand and tugging him (and Mokona) away hurriedly even though he was protesting slightly.

“The place look nice?” Fay asked, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. Kurogane pushed him back to the bed by his forehead and sat down beside him. The entire palace had an airy feel to it, having been left as open as possible for ventilation, but it made it seem more girly. Kurogane made a mental note to carry his sword with him at all times so as not to feel emasculated.

“Yeah it’s alright.” He sighed heavily and lay down beside the skinny blond.

“Do you regret it?” Kurogane asked straightly, closing his eyes so as not to see if Fay was lying to him.

“It’s not so much that I regret it, it’s that someday… you will.” Fay whispered, laying his head in the crook of Kurogane’s neck. “If we split up, or if I get killed, or…”

“Oi… shut up okay.” Barked the warrior. “IF we split up, which by the way not gonna fucking happen after the events of today, I won’t regret it.” His voice was firm. “Because at the time it was the right decision. And like hell am I letting you get killed by anyone other than me, bastard.” He mumbled the last part.

“What was in the Dimensional Bitch’s gift anyway?” He moved a little to hook one arm half around the blond, messing his hair up. Fay chuckled gently.

“I’ll… show you tomorrow. I’m too tired to do anything tonight.” He said softly. Kurogane opened one eye lazily and looked over his lover. It was hard to stay mad at someone who only ever had your best intentions at heart. He smirked and rolled over, pinning Fay to the bed, feeling slightly jaded when the wizard didn’t so much as feign shock.

“You might be, but I’m not.”

“Ne, Kuro-sama don’t be cruel I’m exhausted.” Fay moaned as Kurogane assaulted his neck with somewhat rough kisses. He was evidently still mad about earlier, this coming across in the severity of his force, but while he was acting a little tougher than usual, he seemed to be taking great care not to hurt Fay, which the magician had to think was a bonus. Had Kurogane ever wanted to hurt him: he could have done so easily.

“Come on.” Fay murmured kicking his legs a little to try shift Kurogane’s weight off of him. “Ne, Kuro-rin I said stop.” He laughed trying to force his lover away before giving up and laying back. It wasn’t like he really wanted him to stop anyway, just that he was too tired to return the favour, and owing Kurogane in the bedroom was often dangerous.

“Shut up.” Kurogane ordered sliding down and unfastening Fay’s pants for the second time that day. Fay barely registered he was supposed to lift his hips to assist the ninja, but Kurogane had no qualms lifting them himself, removing the trousers with ease. Red eyes raked upwards, eyeing the scarcely clad magician and growling in approval. “This too.” He mumbled tugging at Fay’s shirt. Fay sighed and tried to sit up to make it easier to remove. Kurogane forced him to lay back down, apparently taking delight in his semi-able state. He lifted Fay’s shirt as far as it would go without coming off and licked along his collarbone.

Fay’s eyes were half closed with over exertion and clenched tight as Kurogane’s tongue circled an excited pink nipple, probing experimentally with the wet tip at the flesh around the very centre. Fay mewled weakly as the sandpapery flat of Kurogane’s tongue dragged itself over to the other nipple and issued it with the same treatment.

“Bully.” Fay murmured, feeling his cock twitch ever so slightly in response to the torment. Kurogane just grinned up at him maniacally, before detaching his mouth to speak.

“You’ve seen nothing yet.” He assured, and Fay knew as Kurogane kissed a trail down his clavicle, chest and stomach, that he’d carry out on that threat if it killed him. Thumbs hooked in the indents of his hips and fingers dancing teasingly over the fabric of his underwear, tongue sweeping over but never under the waistband, it was unsurprising Fay became hard.

“Tease!” Fay snapped as Kurogane, who had been hinting towards the removal of the offending garment instead trailed his hands up to encircle the scrawny waist of his scarecrow lover. Kurogane nodded, running his fingertips in lazy circles on the tight flesh and kissing the front of Fay’s underwear. The blond whimpered and arched his hips, irritated when Kurogane forced him back down.

“Not yet.”

“Bastard.” Fay hissed, sweat starting to appear on his brow. The effort of restraining himself was more effort than actively participating and it was beginning to wear him out. Kurogane wet his tongue sufficiently before trailing it over Fay’s strained underwear, finding the head of his cock and allowing his mouth to settle there, unmoving. And that was the worst torture Fay could have asked for, he was unable to lift into the warmth that was taunting him and Kurogane refused to move closer, just smirking up at him with his eyes. “Just… just fucking move!” Fay whimpered weakly.

Kurogane had him right where he wanted him, so nodded and licked the spot he’d dampened on Fay’s underwear, the feel of his tongue sweeping through the thin fabric, before darting down and trailing the tip of his tongue up Fay’s inner thigh. He lead a path of kisses along the inner band of elastic before freeing two fingers to pull it slightly to the side. Far too slightly. The relief was not enough.

“Son of a… Kurogane do this now or I SWEAR I will withhold sex for a goddamn month!” Hissed the frustrated groom, frantic with anticipation. Kurogane ‘tcheh’d’ knowing aswell as Fay that abstinence was impossible for either of them.

“Do what now?” He asked softly. Now one would expect Kurogane’s tone to be soft in a terribly OOC situation, however, there was a daring menace to the gentle voice that suggested a challenge. Fay dug his head back into the pillow infuriated by Kurogane’s slow pace.

“Either do what you’re going to do, or get the hell off me.” He whispered acidly. Kurogane smirked.

“You mean this?” He tugged Fay’s underwear back a little further, exposing his balls and carefully trapping his shaft. He used his thumb to massage the newly exposed area, sating Fay’s temptations a little.

“Hgn… that works too.” He mumbled, closing his eyes softly at the new sensations. Of all the men in all the world’s, Fay was sure he’d found the biggest cocktease in Kurogane, who could and had been known to keep up the charade for hours. Fay prayed it wouldn’t last that long tonight.

Kurogane knew it wouldn’t last that long tonight. He hadn’t counted on it ending as quickly as it did though. Tracing his tongue over the loose skin of Fay’s ball sack he shivered intensely. Fingers gripped him through the thin sheath of underwear and Kurogane set his mouth to work, kissing licking and sucking anything that wasn’t covered. His teeth ghosted tiny nips along the magician’s scrotum. Fay moaned desperately and used his own hand to wrestle Kurogane back a little, so he could pull down his underwear.

The ninja didn’t protest and merely sat back and watched.

“You’re trying to kill me.” Fay mumbled, falling backwards, underwear around his knees. Kurogane took pity on him and nodded, settling himself between the sorcerer’s legs. He took hold of the blond’s cock giving it a pump for good measure before he flicked his tongue over the reddened weeping tip. Flushed and swollen with ill concealed lust as it was, Kurogane pursed his lips over the very head, Fay could barely keep his hips still. Had it been possible, Kurogane would have smirked.

Instead he lowered his head very slightly, allowing Fay an inch or two entrance, and circled his tongue twice around the circumference before delving it into the tip to lap at the salty precum gathering. A sinfully delicious gasp spilled from Fay’s mouth and Kurogane moved a little further down. Fay’s fingers tangled themselves into Kurogane’s spiky black hair, but he did not force him to. Kurogane had always been good at deep throating, so he saw no reason to try pressure it. Sure enough Kurogane relaxed the muscles at the back of his throat all on his own and pushed Fay right to the back of his throat.

“Kuro….sama.” Fay moaned. Since he never got to top, Fay had to assume this was what it felt like, with the tight warmth of Kurogane’s mouth pressed around his cock at all sides and the unforgiving damp sending shivers of pleasure racing up his cock into his balls. Kurogane surfaced to breathe a little before sucking gently at the tip again to let Fay regain his composure. He slicked one finger with spit and pressed it against Fay’s asshole.

Fay whimpered in pain at the penetration, still sore from earlier, so Kurogane went back down to try release some of the tension.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Both of them froze in their actions and Fay even held his breath. Kurogane slowly pulled back up.

“Kurogane-san are you still awake?” Syaoran’s voice carried through.

“You think he’d have learned not to disturb.” Kurogane whispered.

“I’m just glad he learned to knock.” Fay whispered back.

“Eh if we leave him alone he’ll go away.” Kurogane mumbled, trying to go back to what he had been doing. Fay pushed him off, convinced that Syaoran would hear and have his fragile ears warped.

“I need to talk to you, it’s somewhat urgent…” Syaoran said, hopefully not having heard them before adding softly and almost desperately to himself. “Please still be awake.”

“Go on,” Fay instructed, sighing softly. “Go talk to him.”

“Damnit why do I have to babysit the brat!” Kurogane grumbled, pissed off he’d been cockblocked by a teenager. “I’m up just gimme a minute!” He called through and heard Syaoran sigh in relief. He kissed Fay quite roughly. “You owe me.” he growled.

“Mmhmm. Go see to your son.” Fay mumbled exhaustedly, somewhat thankful for the interruption, he pulled the covers over himself for decency.

“And for the last damn time he’s not my kid!” Kurogane sighed and crossed the room, flinging the door open and storming into the hallway.

“This had better be good, kid.” He warned, eyes flashing dangerously. The young boy half cowered underneath him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Syaoran said naively. “Want me to leave?” The warrior sighed and shook his head

“If it’s so damn urgent, speak.” He ordered, running one hand through his hair as he felt his erection waning. It was hard to keep up a hard on while talking to a kid. Syaoran looked pretty nervous and avoided his gaze.

“It’s just…” He sighed heavily and drew his amber eyes up to Kurogane’s red ones, speaking firmly. “Don’t propose to Fay-san.” And it wasn’t a request.

A/n: OMGWTF SYAORAN You officially have my permission to smack him with a stick.
But he’d prefer it if you reviewed.