Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
I know I'm a Hentai…
Syaoran: This is it. Phantomness is insane
Lance: I already knew that
Yue: …
Disclaimer: If I owned CCS, Yue and Syaoran would be paired together…
Notes: Sex (some of it's underage), AU, nonexistent hentai clow cards, manga-based but with some anime cards added in… Also, I have the Chinese manga, so if some of the things they say don't match up with the English manga… that's my explanation
Chapter 2
The initial adjustment period was the hardest. Once he got used to the feeling of the caresses, it was surprisingly easy to delay the explosion. He could go a few days without succumbing.
It was about a week and a half after his capture when Sakura came to school with a new haircut. It looked kind of cute, but…
“Yukito cut your hair?”
“Yes.” Sakura smiled, fingering her honeyed locks.
Yukito cut *her* hair? Yukito?
Jealousy reared its head as Syaoran began sending `I hate you' waves at Sakura. Sakura froze. What was wrong with him?
Was he jealous?
He couldn't be, could he? Well, Tomoyo had said that Syaoran might be her rival for cards as well as love, but!
It wasn't possible! Wasn't he a boy?
Syaoran did not reply out loud. However, the tentacle card felt his anxiety and responded by speeding up the strokes on his cock and balls, sending out more tendrils to help. Syaoran sighed, not in resignation but in pleasure, at least it helped him calm down.
Surprised that he hadn't started yelling at her, Sakura blinked. Maybe Li-kun was finally being nicer? Maybe they could be friends?
They were going out to physical education class to play badminton when he realized that Yukito was watching. Smiling, Syaoran decided that it would be a good time to show off and picked Sakura as his partner. Just in case she suspected anything though, he'd better keep up his envy cover.
“Why does he always go to your house?” He asked as he stood at one side of the court, holding his racquet. He stifled a moan as the tentacle card wrapped four tentacles around his nipples and began rubbing them.
“Because he's my brother's friend!” Sakura replied.
“Good luck, both of you!” Yukito called.
Syaoran blushed. * I won't lose! *
He tossed the birdie up in the air and hit it towards Sakura. It missed her completely. Unfortunately, Sakura was not daunted. * Yukito's watching me! I can't lose! * She responded with a serve just as hard. As the match shaped up, neither of them seemed to be winning
After twenty minutes, the teacher called them down and gave another pair the chance to play. As there were only four courts, they had to rotate turns. Syaoran looked at Yukito as he waited for the period to end.
He knew that the boy was older, but there were always magical solutions… that would have to wait until later though.
Syaoran settled down comfortably against the fence, stared at Yukito, and began daydreaming as the tentacle card continued to stroke him without end.
His magic was getting stronger slowly, because he was training it. He never de-activated the tentacle card now, and his magic reserves were getting large to accommodate the strain of keeping a Clow card activated.
True, it dulled his magical senses somewhat, but he still had the compass if he needed to find other Clow Cards.
Afterwards, Syaoran was changing in the locker room when he heard a gasp behind him. He had taken his pants off, so anyone could see that he wasn't wearing underwear and that there was a blue, gelatinous, moving mass on his body.
Turning around, Syaoran met Takashi's eyes. Oh dear…
He whipped an ofuda out of midair and slapped it on Takashi's head. It would erase his most current memories only. He quickly put his school uniform back on and packed his P.E. uniform. It was a Friday, and he needed to take it home to wash.
Syaoran was on his way home when he ran into Yukito. Literally.
“G-Gomen!” He managed to stutter out, before running away - or trying to. Yukito suddenly caught his arm.
“Syaoran, is it? Why are you always running away from me?”
A rampant blush suffused his cheeks.
“Do you not like me?”
“N-no! Not that! Anything but that!”
“Then why?” Yukito frowned. “It makes me sad to see you so lonely, Syaoran.” Before Syaoran could respond, Yukito met his lips in a kiss.
Syaoran eeped. This could not be happening!
“Will this make you happier, Syaoran?” Yukito whispered, tracing his face with long slender fingers. “Or… this?”
Syaoran's breath caught as Yukito began kissing down his throat and paused to remove his shirt. But when he looked down, Yukito was nibbling at the tip of his erection and…. Wait.
Something clicked.
“This can't be real, Yukito…” He murmured. He had to make sure... “It's like a dream…” Because… he hadn't called back the card from earlier!
Instantly, the image shattered. Looking up, Syaoran saw the tentacle card had extended several of its appendages, although the main mass was still around his body, and they were wrapped around a struggling blue butterfly. How interesting.
The butterfly finally fell, changing into a Clow Card.
“Dream…” Syaoran smiled. “This may come in handy.” He yelped as the tentacle card tightened around his nether regions. “Oh? You're jealous?”
The card hummed with magic energy.
“Oh, don't worry. I still love you. Now let's go home.”
Back at home, Syaoran settled himself down with his homework. After he had finished, he went into the bathroom and stripped off his clothing. He paused to admire his reflection, as he used one free hand to gently pet the top of the tentacle card. It responded with a purr.
“You can talk?”
The card purred again. No, not talking… more like sending emotions.
Syaoran smiled, sinking into the warm water of the bath as he soaped himself down. His attachment simply moved out of the areas he needed to clean. After drying off, he flopped down on the bed and released his tension, letting the tentacle card work it's magic. In a few moments, he had had another fantastic orgasm.
Smiling, Syaoran gave the card another pat on the head and went to gather his clothes. Two down, eighteen left…
End Chapter
Completed 1/8/05
I know I'm a hentai… and last time I checked Syaoran wasn't a sexual maniac.