Story Title: Waking Up Beside You.
Summary: "Somehow, no matter how hard I try to resist, I'm always drawn back to you." When Syaoran Li was eleven years old, he was rescued from a prostitution ring and put into a nice foster home. As he grows up, he struggles with his sexuality, relationships and love in general.
Rating: Mature for nudity and masturbation.
Main Pairing: Syaoran/Sakura
Prologue
Around eight o'clock at night, a black squad car pulled up to a broken down apartment building on the eastside of Clow City. Yōō Kurogane rose out of the vehicle where he stood amongst a troop of FBI agents that surrounded the building. Another prostitution bust he thought wearily, running his hand through his tussled dark hair. He prayed for mercy on his decrepit soul as he walked to the scene.
He stepped over the yellow taped zone. No one stopped to question him. The matching black bullet proof vest donned on him with FBI stamped on the front was already an all access pass. He strode to one of the entrances where he spotted agents evacuating people out of the building. The shabby double door was wide open and propped with a chair. Women filed out with their slender arms up in the air. Most of them dressed in scant clothing lacy panties, silk baby dolls that barely covered their rears, strapless bras. There were even ones that were only using bed sheets to cover their nudity. Their faces were all blotchy with makeup and hair ratted out from long nights of obligated passion.
For god's sake, some were even children. Tiny six to fourteen year old boys and girls dull eyed and shaking when they should've been at home tucked in bed. But instead, were used to satisfy the sausage fingers of the night that deserved a turn in the electric chair. He approached an agent that was ushering out a quivering little girl clinging to his arm.
"Agent Kurogane," The male agent greeted.
"How is it looking in there?"
"The place was turned upside down we only a handful of people," the agent lowered his voice, "I think the leader knew this was going to happen and escaped."
Kurogane frowned, "I think I'm going to check it out."
The agent nodded and turned his attention back to the little girl, gently lining her up with the other kids.
Kurogane pulled out his revolver from the holster on his hip and walked inside. The apartment wasn't huge in scale, but there were so many different nooks and crannies that could've been overlooked. Years on the job made him alert to danger, so it never hurt to be careful.
His eyes scanned the foyer from side to side. The place was beaten down from age and misuse. The carpet was matted and looked like it was chewed up by rodents. Wall paper crumpled stained with graffiti. The ceiling was covered with yellow stains, a chandelier barely attached dangled from a wire.
He checked out the large desk in the back. It was littered with fast food wrappers and crumpled up papers. Empty drawers hung out from their sleeves. A swivel chair was knocked over without a back. The seat ripped open with foam popping out of it.
There was an upstairs and downstairs on the left side.
Upstairs there were agents tromping up and down the halls. Kurogane walked to the downstairs stairway. It was like looking down a black hole he grabbed out a palm-sized flashlight from his pocket and turned it on. Florescent light illuminated the wooden staircase. He descended down with measured footsteps, barely allowing a floorboard to emit so much as a creak.
At the bottom, he flashed the light on both sides to see which way he should travel first. Inadvertently shrugging, he figured that it didn't matter, and started for the rightwing. He took a few strides when he heard something echo from behind him.
It sounded like static from a radio. He turned around and zoned in on the noise. When he was sure it wasn't just the rafters, he pressed his back against the wall and lifted his gun. Slowly, he sidestepped to the direction of the noise.
The static continued to increase in volume Kurogane could almost make out the newscaster's stammering from the weak reception. A slit of light from the bottom of the doorway caught the agent's eye. He pressed his lips together his thumb inching towards the safety.
The doorframe bumped against his shoulder. He held still as his free hand groped for the doorknob. His hand caught an aluminum handle, he pushed down on it. The handle flexed loosely and he grasped it. Under his breath he counted to three.
One, he pulled back the hammer.
Two, he rotated in front of the door.
Three, the whipped the door open.
Kurogane stormed into a living room his gun pointed in front of him. It had no windows. The little light there was, came from the fallen lamp in the corner. A few wires skirted across the ceiling. The static he heard came from a dusty boom box that sat against end wall. In front of it was a king-sized mattress with a large white comforter draped over a lump.
"This is the FBI sit up and put your hands over your head!" Kurogane recited, but only received silence. He frowned deeply, hoping it wasn't a dead body.
Thankfully, the lump moved.
A young boy struggled to get up. When he got into a pushup position, his head tossed in Kurogane's direction. His dark unruly brown hair fell heavy over his dismal hazel eyes. Dark circles shadowed beneath them much like the other children he'd seen. Sunken cheeks and a perpetual frown marred on his bruised lips. He flipped himself over, so he was sitting on his butt and lifted his bony arms.
Kurogane lowered his gun, "can you stand on your own?"
The boy smirked, "sure, I'm just a little sore from the night before," he stood up the blanket covering him, slipped from his hips revealing his nudity. His hand ran over purple bruises splotched on his hollow chest, then grasped the limp manhood between his legs. "Sorry I wish I had more time to prepare…"
"Kid, do you realize what situation you're in?" Kurogane asked, not paying attention to the boy's suggestive pursuit.
"Yeah…you're going to take me away," he murmured breathily, "but I'm willing to make this worth your while." He started to stroke himself, "if you let me go."
Kurogane shook his head, "No kid, that's not what I'm here to do." He flipped his gun back on safety then slid it into his holster, "come on. I can help you to get the care you need, a home and a warm bed to come to."
The boy chuckled hollowly, "oo that sounds nice, are you going to accompany me? Bend me over and plow me? God, home sweet home."
"Those are not my intentions," Kurogane asserted, "I can get you into foster care and hook you up with a nice family."
"Nah, not interested I've done the family thing before, and look where it's gotten me," he outstretched his arms and dropped them to his side. "My mother was the one who ran this place she whored me out to men before I could even walk."
Kurogane sighed, "I'm sorry to hear that, but you can't stay here."
The boy's eyes darkened, "I don't need your fucking sympathy. You think you're some hero that can save me, but I'll prove you wrong. Go ahead and throw me in 'the perfect home,' I swear I'll be right where I am now before you know it."
"So you're fine with not having choices in your life? Dying on the street?"
The boy snorted.
"Don't act so self-righteous, you're not giving me much room for choices either."
Kurogane ground his teeth together wishing he could physically shake some sense into the kid. But, violence would get him nowhere only furthering the boy's point. He needed to reason with him.
"It might not be a choice, but it's a chance. You can start a new life with authority over your body get an education, a job, and when you're ready you can make friends and a family of your own." He smiled, "what I'm trying to say is, it'll be what makes you happy and no one else will decide for you."
"Yeah right, I'd never make it through school," the boy said quietly, "besides I'm terrible with people unless it's about sex."
Kuragane glared, "you can't know that for sure."
He shrugged, "it's just what I think."
"How do you know what you're capable of if you don't know?" Kurogane asked, "With that negative attitude, I probably will find you here again, but that's up to you. Personally, I think you've got the potential to do great things kid, so why sell yourself short? Just take your time and put your best foot forward."
The boy's gaze lowered, biting his lower lip as if he was trying to think of something to say. Sighing, Kurogane shrugged off his black blazer and threw it over to the boy. He caught it and looked up at the agent with questioning eyes.
"Well what do you say?" Kurogane asked, watching the boy grip the coat with trembling hands.
He was almost afraid that the kid was going to refuse, but suddenly he said, "Okay."
Kurogane closed his eyes and sighed, "great," he grinned, "now what's your name kid?"
The boy pulled on the blazer and zipped it closed.
"Syaoran Li."
A/N Hello, this is FallingGlasses. I'm sure most FF authors usually start with a fluffy oneshot or a comedy, but no I jump right into prostitution! I hope this chapter wasn't a painful introduction into the story. I think it gives you an idea of what Syaoran is going to be like in the story. Anyways, I've also made a list of what to expect after this chapter.
WARNING: Before you continue reading beyond this chapter, this story contains previous abuse, explicit sexual material, multiple partners at once (threesome, foursome), homoerotica, hetroetotica, casual sex, masturbation, defloration, language, sex toys and incest (between foster siblings). If any of these topics discomforts you, then please refrain from reading this story any further.
Now that you're read that lovely paragraph, I hope that I haven't scared you out of your wits! And hopefully, my terrible grammar and spelling don't annoy you too much, and that you'll return to read more! I don't want to say it's not as bad (dirty) as you think it's going to be, because there is going to be a lot of smut in it. But, I think I can say the story itself is more profound, than what it lets on. You'll see what I mean the more you read if you choose.
Anyways, thanks for reading! The next chapter will be coming out soon!