Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Wild ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

From: Stirling Twilight <stirling_9@hotmail.com>
Subject: [CCS][FanFic][Lemon] Wildcard


The characters of Card Captor Sakura, and the Clow Cards, are the
creation of CLAMP, who, along with Kodansha and NHK hold the copyright.
I do not, please don't bother suing me - I make no money off of my fic.

I do, however, enjoy positive feedback. If you like my story, let me
know at stirling_9@hotmail.com


WILDCARD



The bike slid to a stop as the scream came again. Yukito dropped the
bike and ran in the direction the sound seemed to come from. As he
rounded the corner, skidding in the gravel, the tableau before him
arrested him for an instant. A girl…Sakura? His mind balked at the
thought, but the impression of the voice, and the hair color…. Whoever
it was, was being held down while three boys, younger than he, stood
over her. Stood over her, and….

Screaming in rage Yukito charged them. His one object was the girl.
Pushing, shoving, he didn't care who got hurt, he worked his way to
her. She rolled onto her side when the hold was broken. Sobbing, she
began to ball herself up reflexively. Yukito, still howling in
uncontrolled anger, scooped her up, turned, and ran. Home was only a
block away and he didn't hesitate. Running as fast as he could he
didn't stop until he reached his house. Gently laying her on the mat in
his room he quickly left, returning with a bowl of warm water and a
cloth. As he hurried towards her his worst fears were confirmed; Sakura
lay curled on the mat, shirt torn, exposed legs bruised. His mind
raced, who to call?

As he knelt over her she stirred. Her eyes flew open, and with a gasp
she sat up, obviously scared and confused. Setting the bowl down he
reached for her as her arms went around him.

"Yukito-san!" she cried, clutching him. He hugged her to him, sitting
on the mat, pulling her closer, and rocking gently. He felt her name on
his lips, over and over. She began to shake then. Pulling off his
glasses he hugged her harder, hoping to suppress the quake that jarred
her small body. He closed his eyes against the images of what had
brought her there and lowered his cheek onto the top of her head. He
felt himself shaking too, but it was soft enough to escape her notice.
After a time she stopped, exhausted, her weight relaxing into him. He
turned his lips onto her hair, kissing her softly. Slowly she raised
her face towards his, as he kissed his way down her face and to her
mouth. He pulled back in surprised shock, but she raised herself enough
to bring his mouth in contact with her own again. His mind reeled, but
he didn't back away, in fact his eyes closed as he pressed harder. Her
hands came together at the back of his neck and his encircled her,
supporting and prolonging the passionate kiss that began to flame
between them. The confusion that had been there a moment ago was gone,
replaced with an urgent desire. A desire Sakura returned with interest.

Yukito shifted his grip on her, freeing a hand that began exploring the
body of the girl in his lap. His hand traced the contours of her face,
wound into her hair and became entangled in the silky mass. The weight
and length if it made him open his eyes. It was longer, much longer…but
then the thought was gone as Sakura placed her hands flat on his
shoulder blades, pressing his chest more flush to her own soft breasts.
Again his mind faltered. A hand came to her throat, gently penetrating
the folds of her torn shirt. His fingertips moved slowly downwards,
barely touching her skin, trailing fire as his fingers came to rest on
her chest. The soft moan this contact produced melted into his mouth,
making him aware of the growing hardness between his legs. With a
sudden savagery he reached into her blouse and came in contract with her
soft, smooth breasts. She leaned back for a moment, allowing him to see
her, to see her desire. With a quick jerk he finished the work that the
boys had begun before, and in a moment her milky skin was visible to the
waist. He sat still for a heartbeat, and then his mouth came down on
her nipple. Dropping her head backwards she ached her back to
accommodate him, gasping in obvious pleasure.

He was dimly aware of voices, angry voices, but it was not enough to
break him away from his new found treasure. He bathed her breasts with
his tongue, rubbed her nipples across his teeth and cupped her softness
in his hands. She possessed a warmth he had never felt before, that he
felt a desire to own.

Gripping her waist he turned her until she sat astride him. Her skirt,
impossibly short, seemed to conceal other, unknown pleasures and he
longed for the skirt to be gone. As if reading his mind her hands went
to the waistband and with amazing quickness the offending material was
gone. He pulled her closer, pressing her down, wanting her to know, to
understand. She sat forward then, her hands coming to either side if
his face, her eyes piercing deep into his soul. Her open mouth covered
his and their tongues came together, gently exploring each others hidden
worlds.


In the open door Lee held his sword parallel to the ground, it's tassel
swinging free, blocking Touya's entrance to the room. The scene inside
was driving Touya wild, on more than one level, and he longed to end it,
but this boy, this annoying boy, barred the way.

"If we stop them it'll cause too much damage!" Lee had screamed.
"Currently she's about 16 years old, he's in his twenties. If we go in
there the Cards might be scared off and they will remain these ages.
What if we can't capture the Cards?! If we can keep them here until
midnight I can use the Time Card and turn all this back to before the
Sex Card found her, and stop the Age Card as well! They'll never know
any of this happened, and neither will you."

"But I will," he finished to himself.

Lee and Touya had found them almost at the same moment. Lee, with his
Feng Shui board, and Touya, wheeling Yukito's bike, had converged on the
house at the moment Sakura's kiss with Yukito had turned passionate.
Lee had understood in an instant what was happening, what the
ramification were, and while his mind raced away with all sorts of
imagined horrors he had seen the logic of waiting.

Waiting.

It was killing him. The moans from the bedroom were like knives. How
could they? But, in his mind he knew they were under the influence of
the Cards, that they were not in control. But he also knew, even
deeper, that this was what Sakura, and Lee himself, truly wanted. Thank
heavens he had to keep his back to them. He felt he couldn't drop his
guard for a second or Touya would charge the room. The image of the two
lovers becoming aware of what was happening caused his stomach to roil.
He swallowed hard, and tightened his grip on the sword.

Touya, for his part, had already shouted himself hoarse, and exhausted
himself against the barrier that Lee had somehow put in place. He could
see the glowing Feng Shui board, and understood it was part of the
problem, but how to get at it was beyond him…literally. His eyes again
came to rest on the pair, and his growing desperation made his mind
explode again. Throwing himself against Lee he felt the sword's energy
force him backwards.

"Why?!" he demanded again, panting. "Why won't you let me past?!"
"For their sakes! What do you think will happen if Sakura suddenly
becomes aware of what she is doing?"

"Come up with another question you little jerk!" Touya screamed,
hammering on the sword. But it had no effect. Touya's eyes came back
to them, profiled and framed by the doorway. He stood staring a long
moment before a sob escaped him and he sunk to his knees.



Sakura's hands had finished unbuttoning Yukito's shirt and had slipped
it down over his shoulders, but her actions had been arrested by the
softness of his skin. She stroked up and down his back, and she did not
resist as his hands slid under her buttox and pulled her in closer.
His hands moved to his pants, and in a moment Sakura felt the true heat
of another body. With a small, almost inaudible gasp her hands dove
between his legs and the ecstatic look on his face let the world know
that her hands had found their quarry. Yukito's head fell back in
pleasure, and still holding his erection, Sakura's mouth and tongue
stroked the length of his now exposed neck. His hands, which had fallen
limply to the floor, found a second life and began working their way up
her body, stoking her thighs, the curve of her waist, and then up her
back, causing a shiver to ripple through her. His head came up then,
and as their eyes met some unspoken longing spurred her into motion.


Rising to her knees she helped him remove her last vestige of clothing,
her panties. She waited breathlessly as he positioned her carefully
over his throbbing penis. The fingers of his hands, deeply imprinted in
her hips, guided her, and she, almost lifelessly, allowed him to move
her. He felt her smoldering heat, poised over his own urgent need, and
as he pushed down on her thigh her tightness and slickness against the
seemingly raw skin of his exposed head made them both cry out. Her
velvety lips slipped around him, spreading over him a fire he had never
imagined. He leaned backwards, pushing deeper into her, and she
responded by pushing down. Her legs unwound from beneath her and she
locked her ankles behind his back.

They sat there, gently rocking, for what seemed to the viewers a long
time. Lee had taken advantage of Touya's little break down to cast a
glance back over his shoulder. The brief glimpse was enough to allow a
whimper to escape from his throat. The lovers, almost motionless,
locked in an embrace that spoke volumes. That their hair was longer
somehow managed to register in his numb mind. He could only assume the
Cards were enjoying watching too much to move on. What then? What if
one of them did leave? What could he do? He looked down the hall that
he and Touya stood in. The shadows had lengthened a great deal since
their arrival, but midnight was hours away. His arm, long since cold
and lifeless, wouldn't last that long. Touya began to stir at his feet,
and he looked down at the bowed black head. He knew that if Touya did
get into the room the Cards would no doubt…no doubt…effect him as well.
The image of the three of them made him bite his lip. No, no matter
what, Touya could not be allowed into the room.

The growing heat that had seemed to cool for a moment flared suddenly.
Yukito's hand came up from beneath her buttox and began to fondle
Sakura's breasts. They were fuller he noticed, smiling, as he pinched a
nipple. The instant response from the woman in his lap was a sharp
intake of breath and a contraction deep within her. At the sudden
pressure on his penis he also gasped with pleasure. He began sucking
and gently chewing on the hardening flesh in his hands, cultivating the
sensation. With each squeal from her, and each internal squeeze, his
mounting desire became more urgent. The gentle rocking became
increasingly harder thrusts of his hips. She responded, both
voluntarily and involuntarily. Muscles she had been unaware of massaged
and caressed him deep within her. The heat coming from him rose in
waves, and she felt herself drowning in the warmth, the smells, and the
sound of his breathing. She moved closer to him, as if an inch was too
far to be away. Her head dropped onto his chest, and her hands came up
to his nipples. She brushed her fingertips against them before catching
them between her thumbs and forefingers. She squeezed, experimentally.
At the new sensations of electricity coursing through him Yukito put his
arms around her, lifting her and then lowering them both onto the mat.
Sakura, her legs still wrapped around his waist lay beneath him, her
hair a cape around her. He took a second to gaze at her before she
tightened her hold on his nipples. With a deep-throated growl he
gripped her around the waist and dragged her upwards, meeting the motion
with a thrust of his hips. Sakura cried out in pleasure, almost
laughing. Encouraged he began pumping into her with a steady rhythm that
began a little awkwardly, but soon settled down into a pace that pleased
them both. Her arms flung backwards over her head Sakura gave herself
over to him, trusting him, helping him.

It wasn't long before his desire to kiss her drew him forward, placing
his hands on either side of her head. Her hair was silky under his wet
palms. Gently he lower his weight onto her, maintaining his stroking
all the while. She unlocked her ankles and opened her arms to him.
Smiling he scooped his arms under her shoulders and using her for
leverage began thrusting harder. Sakura clung to him, moving in time to
his rhythm. All external sound faded in the measured panting from the
bedroom.

It flashed across Lee's mind that he was jealous, and he tried to force
the images this thought brought with it from his mind. Unbidden he saw
himself alone with Yukito, and after a moment alone with Sakura. His
stomach lurched again. Both images were familiar to him, but the
reality of the scene behind him made them suddenly repulsive. Midnight
could not come fast enough. His free hand wiped his face, and it came
away wet. Was he crying?

Touya stood next to him, his eyes upon the lovers. Lee noticed that he
too was crying. Lee had an urge to comfort him, but knew he would not
be welcome too. What a waste the Time card suddenly seemed.
But why was Sakura being effected by it? The thought made his gasp,
and he threw his mind back. The first time they had encountered the
Time card Sakura was as aware of what was happening as he had been.
What had changed? And where was Cerebus? Why wasn't he with her when
she went after the card? Or, had she not gone after the card but
happened randomly into its path? That seemed unlikely, but would it
explain her seeming indifference?

He snorted to himself, "Indifference!" But how else to describe what
was taking place in the next room. He thought about it for a time and
had to conclude that she did not have the Key on her. As a 'mere
mortal', not a Card Captor, she would be open to the card's suggestion.
No, there was something wrong with this reason as well, as he was sure
that she always had the Key on her. Had something happened before she
had come to Yukito's? Something that made her loose the Key? That had
to be it. He thought about stopping time, but what would that gain
him? Even if he did find the Key and restored it to her he would be no
better than Touya and all his good intentions. She would become the
Card Captor and know what was happening. What was happening. He shook
his head. He would have to get Touya bound some how, use the Time card
to speed up time to midnight and reverse the day. With a sigh he pulled
out a card and prepared to drop the protection spell. Maybe some day he
would be able to do more than one thing at once he mused.


And then several things happened at once. In the bedroom, the lovers
reached a climax that made them both cry out. Screaming in fury Touya
charged Lee, who, turning towards the bedroom in surprise at the cry,
felt the full force of Touya's rage hit him in the back. Lee staggered
under the onslaught but never once doubted his shield and flung the card
into the air. Touya was once again thrown back and fell to one knee.
With amazing swiftness Lee dropped the protection shield and stabbed his
sword at the Clow Card before him. "Bind this man and don't let him
move," he said coolly, and reached for the Time card. Touya found
himself suddenly surrounded by a blue light that swirled for a moment,
and then contracted around him like a straight jacket. Helplessly Touya
fell to the floor, and lay there watching Lee with unmasked hatred.
Lee threw the new card out and stabbed again at it. "Time," he cried,
"speed your course to midnight, then turn back this day to begin
again!" Standing aside he watched the shadows advance, melt into night,
and reappear in the moon's glow. And then Time reversed.

Lee stood and watched in awe. He saw himself defending the lovers, saw
as Yukito carried Sakura, her true age again, backwards into the room.
Quickly Lee halted Time, located the Age card and resumed the backward
motion of the day. Yukito rushed by and Lee followed them to the side
street where a group of boys menaced Sakura. Lee saw how their attack on
her had caused the Key to fall from her pocket. Rushing forward he
scooped up the item and slid it into his pocket. Again he halted Time,
located and captured the Sex card, and then allowed the rest of the day
to dissolved into night until it was once again midnight.

With a sigh Lee turned towards home. He was tired, his arm ached and
he was sick at heart. He knew that Sakura and the others would have no
idea what had happened, but the idea of carrying those images with him
for the rest of his life was not a prospect he relished.

"Lee-kun?"

Startled Lee whirled around. Cerebus floated a few feet behind him,
regarding him with a strange air.

"Lee-kun, I saw what you did." Cerebus said gently.

Lee hung his head. "It was the right thing to do," he said
plaintively, and flinging the sword down, sunk to his knees, buried his
face in his hands, and cried as if his heart was breaking.

Cerebus drifted closer, "I'll take the Key back now," he said,
extending a paw.

Angrily Lee swatted at him, but Cerebus didn't heed him. "Give me the
Key," he repeated softly, but firmly.

"Where were you?!" Lee demanded, failing out again. "Why weren't you
with Sakura?! Do you know what I've been through? What we've all been
through?"

"Yes," Cerebus replied, "Which is why I want you to give me the Key."

Beaten and weak, Lee sagged. Reaching into his pocket he drew out the
Key and held it out towards Cerebus. Cerebus floated over and caught
Lee's hand between his paws. Startled Lee looked up, and the Seal Beast
looked down at him. Lee tried to withdraw his hand but Cerebus held on.

"Lee," he said, "look at me. Look and me, and forget."
Suddenly Cerebus' whole form began to glow, and the glow traveled down
Lee's arm and spread over his body until he glowed as well. Lee's eyes
closed against the light.

They stayed like that, not moving, until Cerebus finally picked up the
Key from out of Lee's hand and flew back a few feet. He watched as the
glow gradually faded, and Lee was left kneeling, eyes still closed, in
the darkness.

"Lee-kun?"

Lee's sees flew open and he looked around himself in surprise. Hastily
he rose to his feet.

"Cerebus?" he began, "Where are we?"

Cerebus dropped into the usual tone he took with Lee. "You were
looking for a card, but it seems to have gone."

Lee, bewildered, looked around, "Where is Sakura?"

"She is on her way home, as you should be. It's too late for both of
you to be out. You seemed tired for a moment so I thought I would make
sure you went home. So go home."

With a flick of his tail Cerebus turned away as if to leave. When Lee
made no attempt to go Cerebus turned back. "What do you want?" he
demanded.

Lee looked at him hard. "What card was it?"

Cerebus scowled down at him. "We never saw it. It was a false alarm.
Now go home!"

Lee shrugged, picked up his sword and turning, headed for home.
Cerebus flew higher and watched until Lee was out of sight. Turning a
circle in the air from sheer relief he smiled broadly.

"Good work kid."