Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Castle of the Moon ❯ Chapter 4

Another wrongly titled fic I see…

Chapter 4

 

Syaoran stared at Yue as the moon guardian wove elegantly through the crowd, pouring drinks right and left, trying hard to hide his blush. It wasn't fair! He could see through the Illusion, and…

Well, he had hormones like any normal boy did…

He knew that to all else, he still resembled a young child, but even so… it didn't help any with the damnable feelings! And the dreams!
He'd been getting rather… disturbing dreams, to say the least. Not that the content was bad, just…odd…

Well… all right, anything involving Yue in compromising positions, silk scarves, chains, whips, blindfolds, whipped cream, or any of the above was something he would rather not admit to himself. He knew that he was… infatuated, but still~!

Was this normal?

It hadn't been so bad, but one morning he'd woken up with a… problem, and it was so lucky Yue had already left the bed otherwise he might have done something he would have regretted later.

It wasn't fair…

However, he wasn't about to act on these feelings… Yue barely tolerated him after all… if he hadn't been related to Clow Reed, he would probably be dead. That was a scary thought…

Well, at least Yue needed him… right? Yue took some of his magic every two or three weeks, and stayed alive that way…

So hopefully, nothing bad would happen…

 

Sometimes, he wished Clow had never cast that binding spell as part of his creation. In hindsight, it was a curse…

He was inexplicably drawn to those who possessed Clow's blood… and even though this boy did not have as much as Clow himself, he could still feel the pull…

Of course, as the earth exerts a pull on the moon, and the moon on the earth, to be fair, Syaoran felt the effects much more than he…

Despite their magic attraction though, he was unwilling to bed him - he was still too young!

However, the craving deepened as time passed… Clow… I cannot believe you put me in this situation….

I ought to be able to keep better control, and yet…

Perhaps it was purely lust, but in his own way, he was quite fond of this child… Clow's descendant kept him alive after all…

He was quite adorable… pale skin, large amber eyes, a slim frame, and long dark hair… he truly looked fifteen or so, and that was old enough…

In that case, he would make his move now…

 

Syaoran froze as Yue stared into his eyes. Never mind that they were across the room from each other, he felt that laser-stare so clearly… and tried to break contact, looking down. However, he felt pinned in place…

Why… what was going on?

What was Yue doing?

Yue licked his lips as Syaoran sweated nervously. Had he done something else wrong?

Or… his brain refused to comprehend the possibility that Yue might be interested in him. It was just too far-fetched…

The moment broke as one of Bors's children tripped and began to cry loudly, distracting the attention of all.

Syaoran fled.

 

What… what was that feeling?

He dove underneath the blankets, never mind the small pile of dirty dishes accumulating in the kitchen that he'd have to wash later, never mind…

Why was… what was that look? Was Yue just teasing him? That was cruel…

Frustration had finally built up to the breaking point, and now, he just let himself cry… let all the pain and fear and anger leak out as his eyes watered…

It had to be done…

 

“Why are you crying, Clow's descendant?” A soft, silky, completely wrong voice for a mother to use whispered.

“Nothing.” He muttered. Yue would never care for him…

“Vanora was quite worried, so she sent me up to check on you Yue whispered as he drew Syaoran into his arms. “Don't cry…”

“Why… why would you care? Is it because if I die, you'll lose your life source?” Oh, he felt bitter, but Yue was playing with his heart and now!

“I…” Yue froze. Was that all Clow's descendant seen himself as? What… what on earth was going on?

What was wrong with him?

Syaoran smiled eerily. “It's true, isn't it, Yue-san?”

“How…” How on earth was he supposed to respond? Yes would certainly not suffice! What was wrong with this child?

“It's all right… I don't mind…” Glassy brown rose to meet silver. “It's time, isn't it? That's why you were staring at me…”

He held out his arms, already covered with deep, dark scars from the earlier infusions of power. “Go ahead… I'm ready…”

Master Clow was going to kill him if word of this ever got out! He frowned. “Why do you think I don't care for you other than an energy source?”

Syaoran smiled sweetly. “Little things. You don't use my name… you don't look at me…”

And even when we share a bed I still feel like we're separated…

 

Yue stared in disbelief. “You… you're…” Oh, he had completely missed the signs. The boy was besotted with his false form! Even so…

Was he infatuated with the true form as well?

Yes, he was… he had seen evidence of that before. And with the moon pulling them together…

Syaoran's eyes widened as Yue's lips met his in an explicitly gentle gesture…

What?

 

I never meant to hurt him! I've taken energy from him six times already, and before it was always painful, but he never complained…

How could I not have seen his devotion?

Odd… so odd… he had been devoted to Clow-sama, and the idea of Clow's descendant being devoted to him was a completely unprecedented, unpredicted role-reversal…

He had no idea how to react…

Syaoran's lips parted… “Are you just toying with me?” He whispered.

Yue reeled back as if he had been slapped. “No!” That burst of emotion was foreign, but it needed to manifest. “How… how could you?”

“It's all right… it's my fault we're here… so I'll do anything you want me to…” Syaoran tilted his head up to meet Yue's eyes. “You want me? I'll listen…” Yue stared in horror as the boy began to unfasten the ties on the front of his white Chinese shirt…

This was practically *rape*!

 

Syaoran dropped his shirt and began to unfasten the ties on his white Chinese pants. Yue grabbed his wrists before he faced further temptation.

“Syaoran… don't…! If you don't want to do this, then don't force yourself! I won't take you against your will!”

The use of his name seemed to snap the boy out of his trancelike state. His eyes focused, and he colored as he realized what state of undress he was in. “Yue-san…”

“Shh…” Yue gathered Syaoran into his arms, and let the boy cry. “Shh…”

 

End Chapter

Completed 5/8/05

Syaoran: *glares at Phantomness*

Phantomness: I thought it worked!
Yue: ...no wonder no one likes your writings

Phantomness: *anger sparks*!