Yaoi!
Set roughly 6 or 7 years after the end of CardCaptor Sakura and ignoring the reunion between Sakura and Syaoran. Thus making Sakura, Syaoran, Eriol and Tomoyo 16/17, and Toyua and Yukito 24.
Don’t own them etc…
Syaoran Li stormed down the street, ignoring the surprised and amused looks he received. Most assumed that he was heading to Sakura Kimonoto’s house since the rumours about them had been circulating for years. One only had to listen carefully for a few moments to hear the latest story of his devotion to her. Some even suggested that the pair might be announcing their engagement on completion of college. The gossips watched in delight as Syaoran hurried up to the Kimonoto front door and was quickly admitted. Such gossips assumed that they knew the content of the conversation within… They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Sakura looked at Syaoran, more than a little worried about his dishevelled state.
“Sit down, I’ll make some tea.” She said.
Syaoran glared and poignantly didn’t sit down. “You knew!”
Sakura looked at him “Hoe?”
“You knew that he was back and you didn’t tell me!” he accused.
That made Sakura smile. It knocked some of the bluster out of Syaoran, the trademark Reed smile.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t realise that you’d want to know, all things considered.”
Syaoran sat down heavily on the couch, dropping his head into his hands.
“Though if you want to apologise…” Sakura began.
He looked up at her, disbelievingly “Do you think it would work?”
“It’s worth a try.”
“But what if… if…”
“If he doesn’t want to talk to you it’s understandable.”
“I shouldn’t have said what I said.”
“And what did you say?” came a voice from the hallway. The pair looked up to see Yukito, arms folded, leaning against the wall, looking rather unfriendly. Behind him Toyua looked worried.
Sakura was the only one who didn’t look disturbed by Yukito’s tone. “It’s alright, Yue.” She assured him “Syaoran is going to apologise to Eriol.”
She turned back to Syaoran “Aren’t you?”
He didn’t know what was scarier; Sakura knowing ‘things’ or the fact that Yue and Yukito had melded into one. Oh, the Moon Guardian still had a softer side but these days it wasn’t necessarily made obvious by his choice of form. Syaoran glanced at Sakura, then back at Yukito, recalling the day, almost seven years ago, when Yukito had almost put a fist through the wall trying to get at him. Of course, it hadn’t been unwarranted, Syaoran had said some awful things to Eriol and though Eriol wasn’t exactly Clow, Yue still harboured some latent loyalty.
Toyua shuffled a bit “Put these away.” He muttered, lifting some bags and trying to inconspicuously disappear into the kitchen.
“I’ll go talk to Eriol.” Syaoran said, standing up.
“Err… Yuki.” Toyua stuck his head back through the kitchen door.
“Coming, To-ya!” Yukito called out cheerfully, shooting Syaoran a poisonous glance before disappearing into the kitchen.
“Doesn’t that ever worry you?” Syaoran had to ask as Sakura escorted him to the door.
“Yue’s just being overprotective.” She smiled the Reed-smile again.
Syaoran had stopped considering apologising. Eriol was being infuriating again, just like he had been almost seven years ago. He’d arrived at Eriol’s house with the best of intentions, had been shown into the parlour where they were now, allegedly civilly drinking tea and things had disintegrated from there onwards. Added to that was the fact that both Suppi and Nakuru had gone out, leaving him here with a very infuriating Eriol. Syaoran resorted to glaring. Eriol smiled infuriatingly. Syaoran glared some more. Eriol continued to smile. Syaoran added teeth grinding to the glare. Eriol just smiled. Then suddenly he was on his feet, crossing the small room in economic strides. Syaoran reached out grabbing the front of Eriol’s shirt, yanking him to his feet… and kissed him.
Then they were down on the floor, Syaoran tugging impatiently at obstructing clothing and cursing in the process. Beneath him Eriol wasn’t exactly helping but neither was he fight Syaoran off, seemingly only capable of lying there and gasping.
Soft cries filled the room, along with Syaoran’s grunts. He took a moment to sweep a heated glance over the sight before him, Eriol sprawled out on his back, dark lashes fluttering against pale cheeks, lips parted with each gasping breath. “Love you.” He breathed against those soft lips “Love you.” As he laid claim to the pale limbs, using lips and tongue to mark, bruising darkness swelling against yielding flesh. “Always loved you.” As his hands parted slim thighs, pressing against the tight opening, urgency overriding all senses. Hips arched up against him and he instinctively thrust forward. Eriol screamed and Syaoran’s mouth covered his again. Beneath him Eriol clutched at the carpet, back arching, head thrown back, each deep thrust jarring. He could feel it building, the heat, the madness but he forced himself to look down, at the writhing body beneath him, arching even further, desperate scream wrenched from the parted lips. “Love you.” Syaoran managed to gasp out as he let go.
Syaoran remained collapsed on the carpet, too exhausted to move, vaguely aware of the thin layer of sweat coating his skin. He just lay there for long moments, capable only of listening to his heartbeat slow to something approaching normal. Managing to roll over to look at his partner, Syaoran’s breath caught, even in sleep or perhaps because of it, Eriol was utterly bewitching. He remained like that for long moments, captivated by the sight. Syaoran got to his feet. Eriol didn’t show any sign of stirring and Syaoran wasn’t sure he really wanted to be found like this by Suppi and Nakuru when they returned. Gently gathering the unconscious form in his arms, he set off to look for Eriol’s bedroom.
A small commotion outside the door the next morning woke Syaoran. He’d barely lifted his head from the pillow when Nakuru burst into the room with Suppi in tow, carrying a breakfast tray. Nakuru froze, Syaoran could only stare back. Then he felt Eriol stir in his arms, turning to look at him and suddenly he was again subjected to the Reed-smile. Syaoran instinctively frowned before he remembered that he now had other methods to counter that all-knowing look and bent to capture perfect lips in a long kiss. Vaguely he was aware of the phone ringing, of Nakuru seeing an excuse to escape the room and the door closing with a loud bang. “Who’d have thought?” he mused laying back down with Eriol in his arms, “Oh, I’m sure anything is possible.” Came the all-knowing reply.
Why? Raging insomnia tends to give me weird ideas, I guess.
There’s a cute picture of Sakura, Tomoyo, Eriol and Syaoran, where Eriol appears to be somewhat tied up with ribbons with Syaoran holding the ends, and he doesn’t seem to be that bothered at all.
I’ve placed this fic almost seven years on since they’re only 10 in the manga and that would just be wrong.
Narsus (18/12/01, 4:13am)