Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ For friendship, perhaps ❯ Chapter 1

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

Disclaimer: Tsubasa Chronicle does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
Pairings: Non-canon couple, KuroganexSyaoran, almost non-con.
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A/N: This was a bit of brain rot created during work during slow times. For people who are die hard fans of canon pairings, you probably won’t like this. It was originally an excuse to get Syaoran and Kurogane to have sex. Why? Because I think they would look hot together, and I think Syaoran would make a cute uke. The plot is somewhat contrived, because the main goal was the sex. Yet I am rather proud of how it went. More A/N at the bottom.

Syaoran didn’t have time to ask Kurogane what had happened when the group had been separated.
All he’d had time to see before the dark ninja was sprawled at his feet was Sakura swinging a tree branch downwards with all her strength, cracking his skull and making him drop.
This was shocking for two reasons: Sakura didn’t attack people willingly, and Kurogane should have been able to withstand any hit Sakura could have managed.
What was even more inconceivable was Kurogane scaring Sakura to the point where she had to knock him out-
Then his arms were full of a bawling Sakura-chan, who looked like she’d seen hell. There was a lot less of her to hug… And as Fai knelt beside the ninja, he noticed that he looked exhausted as well.
“Sakura-hime… what happened?”
The story came out in fits and spurts, after Mokona had transported them to another world. Sitting around a fire, Sakura shivered and told them of being captured.
Since they had been separated from Mokona, they couldn’t speak to each other, but they had managed to work things out.
Sakura never truly understood what their captors wanted- she thought it had something to do with how they had transported to another world. For whatever reason, they had tried to interrogate them both.
Kurogane had taken the worst of it, any physical mistreatment, even letting her have most of his food. That had gone on for a while, before they were separated- Sakura speculated that when they were together they were able to bolster each other enough to cope.
“The physical hurts we could deal with- but they didn’t want to hurt me, really. Kurogane just would attack anytime they got close… I set his arm back…” She turned green. “But they changed tactics. They started using drugs, needles. I would start babbling… But Kurogane, he started to sweat. For a long time, after they threw him in my room, he would sit there and sweat, his face all scrunched up. He would meditate. Then he started refusing all food. I made him eat. They would give him more needles- and he started breaking his own fingers.”
She hugged her knees. “I didn’t realize what the needles were doing to him until the day you came for us. It wasn’t a drug to cause pain.” Her voice dropped. “He was touching me when I woke up, and then he had a fit, trying to stop himself. He didn’t see me anymore- it wasn’t him. When you came, the alarm went off, and we managed to escape when they opened the door to check on us.”
The princess paused for a long time. “We got out, we ran… and when we stopped, he gave me a tree branch. I didn’t know what he wanted at first, but then he couldn’t stop himself and-“
Syaoran and Fai looked at each other in horror, and Fai’s hand passed over Kurogane’s body.
“I don’t think he wanted to hurt me… But he couldn’t stop, so I hit him.”
“They used a drug- and… It’s not leaving his system.” Fai frowned. “It’s also… building up. It’s… making him very sick. It’s also playing with his mind. If he doesn’t get some kind of relief soon…” He didn’t want to finish in front of Sakura.
“I should have let him.”
Both men froze, and looked at her, sinking in misery. “I should have let him go through with it-“
“No, he would have hurt you," started Syaoran, but Fai cut him off.
“If you had let him, you would have broken him worse than if you’d cracked his skull, Sakura-chan.” Fai’s words were emphatic. “Kurogane values his control, and the ones he protects. If he had hurt you, they would have really won.”
Sakura looked away. “But what do we do now?”
Fai took a deep breath-
“I’ll stay with him.”
“Syaoran-kun?” Both looked at him in surprise. His tone was decisive, and there was a set to his jaw they were both familiar with.
“He protected you when I couldn’t,” he said, tone flat. “And… Fai, if it was you… You know that it would…” Fai went pale and looked away, nodding.
Sakura didn’t quite get it, but when Fai led her away, she nearly stopped.
“Be safe, okay?”
“Yes, Hime-sama.”
Syaoran’s heart tried to pound its way from his ribcage. It was one thing to say he was willing to do this, but another to actually…
He swallowed hard, and wondered what would happen if he touched Kurogane in his sleep.
The youth had once held on to a crush on Seishirou, one that had died when he “killed” Fai. That was as far as his attraction to the same gender went.
Kurogane…
His eyes were starting to open, and Syaoran lifted a bowl of water.
“Here, you’re dehydrated.” It was put to his lips, and to his credit, the ninja didn’t gulp. Though his eyes were wide that he heard a language he knew.
It just wasn’t fair…
The ninja’s eyes closed again, and this time, Syaoran thought he was actually sleeping, instead of just passing out.
He looked like hell. Bruised and wiped out and… It wasn’t right for his teacher to look like that. Kurogane had been a solid, steady base for him since this began. Gruff, rude… Strong and determined. He remembered seeing the taller man facing off against Seishirou, dead set on avenging their deaths. He remembered the ninja testing him on the battlefield, and that the man had been trying to teach him even then.
His hands were a mess. Syaoran picked one up; looking at where he’d started to crack them to hold back using pain. He was filthy from sweat and blood.
“Kurogane-san…”
He gave Kurogane water and food a few more times that night, and the ninja seemed to be staying awake longer and longer. Syaoran took this as a good sign.
Up until he saw him reaching for Hien.
“Kurogane-san?” he gasped, kicking his sword away.
“Gaki- give me that sword,” he mumbled, edging towards it. Syaoran shook his head.
“Kurogane-san…”
“Dammit, brat. If you won’t let me have it- kill me,” he croaked. The youth pulled back, stricken.
“No.”
“I won’t be myself for much longer,” Kurogane coughed. Syaoran shook his head.
“There’s another way.”
“Dammit, there’s not!”
“There is,” Syaoran said, firmly, and gripped Kurogane’s shoulders, hefting him upwards and bracing him. “You can get a bath and- and we’ll talk about it.”
Kurogane was desperate- Syaoran could see that in his eyes, even as he fought it back.
“I-“
“Kurogane-san… It will be all right.” I hope. If I don’t get scared.
The moment stretched out, as Kurogane shuffled painfully along, listening to Syaoran talk. The boy usually didn’t use his mouth much, but the words were soothing.
“There’s a waterfall nearby. I thought we could take a bath. You need to wash the blood off.”
The man’s body was warm- heat rolled off him. Syaoran noticed that, his stomach flipping over oddly. Perhaps…
Then a sudden thought made his stomach plummet. Maybe Kurogane truly did not like men? If that was the case, then this would be cruel to both of them- even if it was necessary.
He settled Kurogane down on a rock near the river, and helped him strip off his clothes- or what was left of them. They were medical scrubs, a hideous shade of green- they’d left his armor and cape back at the campsite. The shreds were tossed to the side.
Kurogane, who had been tall and rangy before hand, was now rail thin. His golden skin was pale, with small, raw welts over his arms and ribs… Probably self inflicted. Yet his injuries did nothing to hide that his body was painfully aroused- from the obviously hard cock between his legs, to his quick, ragged panting, to his swollen lips and hooded, glazed eyes. They met Syaoran’s, making him gulp and look away.
Butterflies held a riot in his stomach as he shucked his own clothes and hoped that the oil he’d gotten from Mokona before he’d left- a trade from the Witch, for his goggles- would be adequate.
Walking into the water, he shivered violently at the cold and at Kurogane’s eyes, figuring that the drugs in his system would make him act, and-
He was right.
Arms wrapped around his, immobilizing him, and lips whispered harshly into his ear.
“You should have killed me when you had the chance.” The voice whined, pained.
“I know you won’t hurt me.” Syaoran said, flatly, though his guts quaked.
“Brat- I’m going to rape you.” He’d never heard the ninja so close to despair. The arms tightened around him, and he could feel something very warm and hard poking his back.
“No, you’re not.” He kept his voice calm. “I’m willing. You can’t rape a person who wants you.”
“You don’t. You love that girl.”
“And you saved her.” Syaoran’s voice was rough. “You’re my teacher, and my friend. Fai thought about it, but…” He paused, and he felt Kurogane’s breath catch. “That would have ruined any chance you two had together. And Sakura… She’s never been with anyone, she deserves for her first time to be special.”
“What about you?”
Syaoran didn’t answer.
The breathing in his ear lessened, and Kurogane strained. “Run. Kill me now and get out of here.”
“No.” Syaoran had made up his mind- and what he made his mind up to do, he did. “I’m going to help you.” Deliberately he relaxed into Kurogane’s arms, rubbing up against Kurogane’s erection. “You’re my friend, and you wouldn’t hurt me.” He choked down encroaching hysteria.
The ninja shuddered- and his lips brushed Syaoran’s throat. “It will hurt… but… If we’re careful…”
Syaoran shivered, tilting his head, surprised by how it felt to have Kurogane’s hands drift down his chest, tweaking his nipples and down his stomach. It was the first time he’d been touched by anyone but himself. It… it wasn’t bad at all…
Kurogane went deliberately, if not being exactly gentle. His nails scratched over Syaoran’s thighs, wrapping one fist around Syaoran’s limp cock and pumping slightly. Kurogane’s dick pressed harder.
“Oil- I need to get the oil,” the boy whispered, and Kurogane groaned, releasing Syaoran for a moment. The teenager staggered over to his clothes, turning back to see Kurogane sitting in the water, head thrown back and eyes shut in concentration as he roughly jerked his dick.
His mind tried to shut down as he stared. The tall ninja’s body was still beautifully sculpted, his normal scowl transformed with need as he wantonly worked to come. The memory of his lips and hands came back, and he stumbled over to the warrior.
“Let me help,” He said faintly, and covered Kurogane’s erection with his hand, biting his lip.
It was almost hot, and throbbing under his hand and his companion grabbed his shoulders when he touched him. He didn’t resist when Kurogane pulled him close, his lips finding Syaoran’s neck again.
Kurogane came quickly, sticky seed hitting Syaoran’s belly and ribs- though his erection refused to go down. The only difference was that his eyes were clearer.
“Syaoran,” he was hoarse, but not growling… And Syaoran moaned when Kurogane pulled him close to straddle his lap, rubbing their erections together.
It took the youth a moment to realize that Kurogane had said his name, instead of calling him a brat. He was quickly distracted as Kurogane humped against him.
His mind flashed to what he’d always imagined, in the dark of the night. Of sweeping Sakura off her feet and taking her away to some tower, where they could consummate their relationship on silk sheets in a room full of roses.
He didn’t think he’d ever be with a man, let alone Kurogane, who fondled his dick with his rough hands, jerking him off and bringing him to quick, sudden release. He pulled back, thinking they would be done- then was crushed to Kurogane’s chest.
Surprised, he struggled as Kurogane’s lips went back to his throat, mind blank but afraid-
Then he shrieked, as the ninja nipped him, quick and hard. The pain was brief and stinging, and need went straight to his groin. His muscles relaxed, draping him over the taller man.
“Ah- oh…” The ninja’s tongue was caressing the small wound, sending weird tingles down Syaoran’s spine. He’d already submitted… but this…
Kurogane’s hands worked downwards, finding his small puckered hole, touching and teasing. Syaoran flushed, and he fumbled for the bottle of oil.
“Here,” he whispered his head against Kurogane’s shoulder. He smelled good, part of him thought. It was nice… not to have to fight…
He inhaled sharply, feeling an oil slick finger start inside him, making him tense again. The sharp feeling of teeth on his throat again forced him to relax, and he was rewarded with more soft licks against the skin there.
It felt good- even the discomfort of having a thick finger forcing itself inside his body, making him spasm. Syaoran brought his arms up and around the ninja, fingers digging into his back.
“Easy. It won’t hurt long.”
Syaoran grunted, inhaling… and let his own tongue flick out over Kurogane’s skin. Salty… wild… His conscious mind slipped away and he nuzzled the taller man.
The sting turned into a burn as Kurogane added another finger, scissoring them.
“Kurogane-san-“
“Shh.” The older man pressed his lips against Syaoran’s pulse, and hooked his fingers. Syaoran squirmed, his eyes going huge as Kurogane’s digits found his prostate.
“Kurogane-san!” He threw his head back, gulping for air. The ninja smiled, almost sweetly, as he continued to tease the boy, laying him down over the pebbles. Syaoran took a deep breath, and opened his legs for him.
He watched Kurogane loom over him, pressing against his groin for a moment, and then Syaoran felt the head of his penis at his entrance, pressing in.
Syaoran couldn’t breathe as he was filled, clutching at Kurogane’s shoulders and gritting his teeth.
He could see Kurogane losing what was left of his control as he firmly thrust the rest of the way in, and pulled back quickly. Syaoran whimpered, closing his eyes- and squeaked as Kurogane’s erection stabbed his sweet spot- several times.
“Kurogane-san,” he whispered, looking up at the ninja, who cracked a strained smile, and reached down to touch his erection.
“AH!”
Syaoran came, again, and went limp as Kurogane pounded inside him. Their flesh slapped, the sound filling the air for a few moments before he felt warmth flood his insides as Kurogane came as well.
They were still for a moment, as Kurogane pulled out of him, and sat back on his knees, tugging Syaoran with him. The two men stared at each other-
Syaoran started laughing- Kurogane was still rigid, but he was calm now- no longer sweating and wheezing. “How much drug did they give you?” he felt almost hysterical. Then he shuddered, thinking what would have happened if he had given in and attacked Sakura.
“I don’t know,” Kurogane answered, exhaling. He looked all but broken as well. “And- Syaoran-“
Syaoran shook his head. “You did all you could… and I’m glad I could help.” Reaching out, he felt his stomach flop again. “And it…” His cheeks developed a definite stain of red. “It was okay. I had heard it could be very bad…” His voice was nearly inaudible. “The first time.”
Kurogane didn’t answer, but instead dragged Syaoran to him again, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and just holding him. The boy was unused to such affection- especially from the ninja. Then again, he could only imagine what had been going through his mind.
The touch this time was gentler… Syaoran sighed, relaxing into it. Fingers glided over his skin, and he blinked in surprise as Kurogane shifted him in his lap, his cock pressing against Syaoran’s entrance again. Exhaling, Syaoran sat onto it.
It didn’t hurt- Syaoran was still stretched and slick from the last time, and all he felt was warmth and fullness. It was almost comforting, as Kurogane moved inside him, leaning down to suck and nibble Syaoran’s neck and shoulders a bit more, his thumb running over the head of his cock.
This time Syaoran felt the butterflies in his stomach fade, his mind absorbing the sensations: the feeling of sweat slicked skin sliding against his, muscles flexing and bunching, hot breath on his ear. His own pulse still pounded, and he could feel Kurogane’s beat in his chest. Pleasure concentrated itself between his legs again, but Kurogane seemed to be content to draw this one out, slowing his movements, enjoying the feeling of their bodies melding together.
It felt deliciously sweet to give himself up so thoroughly to someone else. To have someone filling him up, taking control, claiming him in a way Sakura-hime had never been able. Syaoran groaned; the next thrust was hard against his sweet spot.
“Kuro-san,” he whined, lolling his head against the older man’s chest, holding on to his arms. The ninja groaned as his hands rolled the boy’s balls, then slid up and down his erection.
It was exquisite, as their bodies arched together, and Syaoran came for the third time. It crept over him warm and slow, before making him twitch and moan as his seed shot into the water around them. He could feel the hard body around him and in him strain, speeding up just a bit more, but drawing out the coupling as long as he could. Syaoran lifted Kurogane’s hand to his mouth, nuzzling the palm- and a moment later he felt Kurogane come inside him again.
They held still for a long while, panting, just enjoying the fuzzy warmth that seemed to float in the air. The cock inside Syaoran was softening, and he could sense Kurogane relax completely. The boy sighed, eyes fluttering open and shut.
“Oi… we better get to camp before we fall asleep,” Kurogane breathed, though he had yet to budge. Syaoran nodded, and with a bit of help, managed to stand. Though it was easier said than done; his legs trembled under him as he stood in the stream and rinsed off.
Kurogane was looking better, despite the half healed injuries- and he didn’t have the problem of a reamed ass. Syaoran blushed as he looked at Kurogane, who was splashing himself to rinse off the evidence of their…
Exertions? Syaoran didn’t really know what to call it. It could have been fucking, but that last time was more like… Well, fucking was probably the word for it.
He didn’t want to think much further than that. His own participation was kept to a minimum… And Kurogane had not even kissed him…
“Let’s go,” he heard his teacher grunt, and Syaoran jumped- wincing in discomfort and nearly falling forward. Only nearly- Kurogane caught him and steadied him before he could actually smack into the water.
There was a bit of a problem when they got to the shore- Kurogane obviously didn’t want to put back on the clothes he’d worn while imprisoned- so Syaoran offered his cloak. Slinging it around his hips, Kurogane was a bit awkward, but at least he was partially covered, and…
Syaoran couldn’t stop blushing. He didn’t know why, because all they’d done was…
Have sex.
Three times- well, two, considering the first was a hand job…
Well, okay, he knew why he was blushing.
He was in love with Sakura-hime- of that, he had no doubt. But what he felt for Kurogane was confusing and-
“Syaoran.” Stopping, the boy blinked and looked around. They were back at their small camp.
Before they had left, Fai and Sakura had helped him set up a small shelter and fire pit, and they’d gotten some basic supplies, like water and food. The two had left for a near by village… but they’d all agreed it was best if the “puppy duo” were to stay out there.
The fire had gone out. Sighing, Syaoran knelt, and winced as his abused muscles protested the movements. He ached- not badly- all over, and in some placed he’d never imagined could hurt.
While he worked to restart the fire, he could feel Kurogane’s eyes on him again, and he had to wonder what was in his mind. Both were people who could enjoy a comfortable silence, and unnecessary talk was something neither missed. Yet he wished he could understand what was going on behind those red eyes.
Night started to fall, and the flames danced, inviting the shadows to dance as well. The two men sat on opposite sides of the fire, and Syaoran blinked when he noticed the small bottle of oil placed next to the blaze. Kurogane was drinking some soup, watching the distance… dressed in his pants and nothing else.
Syaoran saw he was out of water, reached for it, and winced as his muscles argued over the movement.
“Syaoran.” The sound of his name made him jump. It still felt odd to be called by his name…
“Come over her.” The ninja nodded to his cloak, which was spread out over a bed of leaves. Syaoran’s eyes widened.
“Again?” he asked, and to his embarrassment his voice ended in a squeak. The ninja grunted.
“No. You’re sore-“ He could see a faint line of red in the dim light, over the ninja’s cheeks. “I was going to give you a back rub.”
Syaoran blinked a moment… and he realized that the ninja was offering to help. To his chagrin, it occurred to him that Kurogane was grateful to him, but was also embarrassed, and… It wasn’t like he could come out and say thank you…
Sitting, Syaoran turned away from him, and pulled his shirt over his head, staring out into the darkness. Embarrassment was again his plight as he felt Kurogane push him forward, to lay flat on the cloak, tugging off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Burying his face in his arms, he tried to ease his breathing as Kurogane dribbled some oil over his back, making him flinch despite its warmth.
Syaoran closed his eyes, telling himself that his was just a massage. Especially when Kurogane straddled his legs and his large hands began to knead away the soreness.
Well, his back wasn’t that sore- however, it was tense, and Kurogane was fairly good at finding the knots and rubbing them away.
“Where did you learn this?” Syaoran asked carelessly, eyes half shut. The hands on his back paused, and Syaoran wondered if he shouldn’t have inquired. There were a lot of things about the ninja he didn’t ask about…
“A lot of places- in training, from healers… From others…” Syaoran inhaled.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” The ninja’s tone was confused, and then he grunted. “It’s was a long time ago. The person who taught me has long since been eaten.”
There was more to it, Syaoran could sense, but he didn’t know if he wanted to pry more… not when Kurogane had gone down past his ribs, and moved his weight off his legs. His hands avoided Syaoran’s ass, but he didn’t avoid his thighs. The boy felt his face go red, and was grateful he was on his front… because he had rested enough for his groin to stir.
A shudder made his body twitch- he didn’t have any reason to feel like this-
- Well, okay, he did. A ruggedly handsome man, who tended to be blood thirsty and harsh, was firmly kneading out the tension in his body, his touch uncharacteristically tender. A very masculine, very dominant, very strong… man… whose fingers were skilled and powerful and touching him like…
Syaoran was blushing hotly.
Yet he wasn’t responding to the need of someone else- he was feeling his own. His body was humming, lapping up the attention that Kurogane had seen fit to lavish on him.
“Are you okay?” Syaoran asked, voice muffled and distracted by how close those sand-paper hands were to his ass again, and the memories of those fingers being inside his ass.
Kurogane didn’t answer immediately.
“Ah… I’ll survive.”
“But you aren’t all right. This was worse than torture for you,” Syaoran replied, feeling little shivers run through him, subconsciously willing the ninja to roll him over and touch him some place else. “You controlled yourself long enough to escape.”
Why did it hurt, that thought? He knew the only reason they’d been… doing that, was because Kurogane was being driven to it. Syaoran also had noticed the fledgling almost-relationship that had started between the ninja and the mage. He adored his princess…
He was so confused.
“I could have hurt you badly.”
Syaoran’s breath caught in his throat.
“I’m glad you weren’t.”
Syaoran shivered. “I’m glad you’re back to normal… and thank you for protecting Sakura-hime.”
Kurogane exhaled, almost sighing… His hands had yet to leave Syaoran’s body, but when they did, the boy was reluctant to move.
“I’m sorry if this is an odd question,” Syaoran heard him own voice say, and wondered if he was possessed. “But…Why didn’t you kiss me?”
Silence, and then he heard Kurogane shift his weight.
“I thought you would want to save that for the princess.”
Feeling he truly had to be possessed now, Syaoran sat up, folding his arms over his lap to keep Kurogane from noticing that he was half hard. “I think I need the practice.”
The ninja was truly startled. He could tell from the totally blank expression, and the way his eyes were wide, open, and completely readable. “Syaoran…”
He smiled nervously, and the ninja looked away. For a moment, Syaoran believed that he’d gone too far, that he’d crossed the final line…
Then Kurogane took the oil again, and poured a little on his hands. “Lay on your back.”
“Huh?” He rested on his elbows, baffled, as the ninja approached, looming over him- and putting his slippery fingers on Syaoran’s shoulders. Syaoran inhaled- it was fairly obvious to anyone now that he was aroused, but Kurogane pretended not to notice. Straddling his legs again, Kurogane trailed his hands down Syaoran’s front, finding his nipples and stroking them.
This time, he was gentle. It was hard to believe, as Kurogane’s fingers worked over his form, that such a large man could be that gentle. Or that it was even Kurogane with him.
Syaoran’s head fell backwards, his arms giving out, but he was caught before he could fall, and he looked up at his lover.
Lover. How odd that word sounded…
The red eyes that had always weighed and measured him were warm now- lusty as well, but Syaoran could barely imagine his own face right then. They were no longer hiding what Syaoran had long hoped to see- respect, friendship, and wry affection. His head dipped, and Syaoran’s lips were caught, pressed against firmly. Sensations registered in the boy’s mind: Kurogane tasted vaguely like the soup from supper, his lips were softer than they looked, and he felt very, very weak.
It was over a second later, leaving Syaoran stunned… And he tentatively reached out to pull Kurogane to him again, one hand on his face. The next kiss was more forceful when Kurogane licked his lips, parting them and his tongue explored, finding Syaoran’s tongue and caressing slowly.
“So what are we doing now?” Kurogane asked, after a moment, letting his hands wander down Syaoran’s body. The boy mewed faintly, eyes closed.
“I don’t know…”
“I think most of the drug is out of my system,” he heard. “I’ll be okay if you want to stop.”
Syaoran shook his head. “I don’t want to stop.”
The next words were faint, growled next to his ears. “What do you want?”
Syaoran shuddered, and rested his head on Kurogane’s shoulder. “I want… to have you fuck me…”
Kurogane sighed, and Syaoran mewed, as his long tongue started laving the small marks left there from earlier. “I don’t want to just fuck you.”
A beat passed, and Syaoran opened his eyes, breath hitching in his chest.
“I’ll make love to you… As a teacher, and as a friend.” His tone was decisive. “You deserve more than just a fuck.”
Syaoran’s breathing eased, and thinking was put aside when Kurogane kissed him again, pressing him back into the cloak.
His arms wound their way around Kurogane’s neck, combing through his hair briefly to trace over his shoulders, caressing his back, feeling the bumps of his spine. Under his fingers he could feel ridges of scar tissue, evidence of a rough life… He could also smell him, like musk and leather. Kurogane’s hands were on his erection, hardening him fully, and he could feel Kurogane’s arousal against his leg.
What was left of their clothes did not last long- Syaoran’s boxers and Kurogane’s pants were thrown off to the side with a faint laugh, surprising the boy. He was seeing a side of the ninja normally kept hidden.
Eagerly he touched back, tossing aside confusion and any feelings of guilt, just enjoying the moment as they explored each other’s bodies. He gasped as his neck and shoulders were nipped and sucked, and he discovered the ninja enjoyed someone touching the palms of his hands, kissing his wrists.
The ninja used a little more oil on his fingers, probing between Syaoran’s legs and finding his opening again. The boy welcomed the invasion, the discomfort almost non-existent. He was flushed and relaxed as the fingers worked to prepare him again. He almost missed them when they withdrew… But he was looking forward to what came after.
Kurogane positioned himself over Syaoran, pressing slowly inside, and pausing, giving him time to adjust.
Syaoran purred faintly, as the older man moved slowly at first, then faster, and Syaoran wrapped his legs around his waist to pull him closer.
Gritting his teeth, he reached down to grab his cock- and it was moved, Kurogane taking over and pumping him, in time with his thrusts. Shifting, Kurogane altered the angle of his movements…
“Ah!”
Instead of hitting his sweet spot, now he was constantly stroking it. Syaoran groaned.
“Kurogane-san… Hmmm… a little- a little more… mmm…”
The ninja laughed again, his pace constant, before leaning down next to Syaoran’s ear. “Come for me,” he ordered, and nipped his neck again.
“Nn! Ahhh!” He shrieked, coming hard, his body squeezing the flesh inside, and with a deep growl, Kurogane followed him, his grip on Syaoran just shy of painful.
The fire popped loudly as Syaoran panted, attempting to regain his composure… Though the faint kiss didn’t help calm him any. Opening his eyes, he reluctantly dropped his legs from Kurogane’s waist, and the ninja slowly pulled away.
Syaoran shivered hard, before he realized that Kurogane wasn’t leaving- he just shifted to the side, pulling Syaoran to his chest, awkwardly holding him.
For some reason this was an immense relief. It flooded him so forcefully that…
… He didn’t even notice…
… He was falling…
…asleep…

Morning was clear and cool, the fire little more than smoldering embers as Syaoran woke.
He let himself indulge in more non-thinking, just feeling before the worries of their journey tried to crush him again.
There were a few ambitious birds out, calling to one another, and he could feel deep, even breathing and a steady slow heart beat next to his ear.
His human pillow was hardly an easy person to cuddle- he was all hard planes and edges, but he was still giving off warmth like a furnace. Syaoran’s body ached, but in an oh-so-pleasant way. He reveled in the feeling of having someone strong holding him, for once. He barely noticed the hand in his hair, or the eyes that had been watching him wake up.
“You don’t relax very often.” The voice rumbled from the chest he was lying on.
“Neither do you.” Not thinking meant you could say pretty much anything.
“Hm. Most of the time.”
“Fai must drive you crazy.”
“Hm.”
“I think he’s in love with you, you know.” Syaoran wondered why he was bringing this up. Maybe because he knew there was a side to Kurogane that he hid very carefully.
“I don’t know why.”
“You’re honest, and you’re strong, and you make him stand on his own.”
Maybe he was bringing this up because he realized Kurogane really could love, and he needed a little help.
“He’s crazy.”
Syaoran felt a smile pass over his lips. “He acts like he does… because he’s afraid, and he’s lonely. I don’t think he realizes what he feels is love.”
Silenced reined for quite a while, both of them watching the dying fire and trying to hold on to something they knew they would soon lose.
“We have to go eventually.” It was, predictably, Kurogane who said that.
“I know. I just… want to be able to remember.”
Syaoran closed his eyes, and fingers traced over his nose and cheek and jaw.
“You’ll have better things to remember later.”
“Maybe… But nothing ever the same.”
He couldn’t quite put it into words, what he felt for the dark warrior. Admiration for a teacher, closeness of a friend and brother, and-
-okay, now he was always going to feel some lust, too. That couldn’t be avoided. Not when the older man was just damn sexy.
Yet they were both meant to be with other people, and this was just a brief moment.
Getting up, the two headed back to the waterfall and stream, washing away the mess they had made. Syaoran touched his neck briefly; fingers covering the rather large love bite there, before he pulled his shirt over his frame.
Again they avoided each other’s eyes, but he thought he could sense relief from Kurogane as donned his leather armor, pants and cloak once more. His headgear he left off for a little while longer.
The campsite they cleaned in silence, burying the fire and any leavings, before heading back towards the town. They were careful to keep a slow pace, as Kurogane’s injuries were still bad, but…
Their steps became slower as they approached, and when they could see the small village, but were still out of view, Kurogane stopped.
“Syaoran," he reached out his hand and tugged the boy to his chest, hugging him like he might break.
Syaoran’s eyes widened then closed, and he swallowed. His arms crept around Kurogane’s waist. They couldn’t say much more- because a goodbye would be ridiculous, but it was like they were killing something precious before it could be born.
Then it had to die quickly- because Syaoran knew he couldn’t let this continue, and so did his lover. They let go, and walked onwards.
“Syaoran-kun!” They heard someone call, and turned, to see the princess barreling to them full tilt with Mokona in her arms. Fai was behind them, smiling painfully, because unlike Sakura, he could tell that something was different.
Then Fai was standing next to Kurogane, and the princess was in his arms, and all was right with the world.
He could almost believe it.

The End.


A/N: About all the smut: I wanted to go from where it started as stress relief, then a friendly fuck, to good sex… to making love. Syaoran started out doing this, because he believed if Fai had stayed, and Kurogane had hurt him, that would have ruined any chance they would have had together… And it’s pretty obvious why Sakura wouldn’t have done it. Does she really even remember what sex is at this point? I have no clue.
I’ll also admit to being more than a little inspired by “Female Fiancée’s Fun”, where in Akane ingested a drug, went to Ukyou for help and wound up having sex. Similar idea. I just hope the author of the story, should said person read this, will not be offended.
If anyone is interested in a sequel, from Kurogane’s POV, let me know and I’ll give it a shot. Cause… well, if I was to continue it I’d do something totally insane and go mpreg.