Snake Kings and Still no Sex!

A/N: Damn still no sex….

Syaoran

Dressed in his usual black wife beater and baggy jeans, Syaoran leaned against the bar, throwing back his tequila shot, he scanned the room. Afterdark was unusually crowded this night, and suspicious people roamed all over the place.

Tsubasa came up to Syaoran, pushing off a scrawny man who wore too much make up and looked clingy. "I said enough, why won't you leave me a lone; we broke up three months ago." Tsubasa waved at the new doorman to kick the man out. Turning to Syaoran he lowered his voice, the faint squeals of protests disappearing in the distance, "something's up, what do ya think is gonna happen?"

Syaoran smirked as he threw back a shot, "Call Touya and Yukito, tell them to come prepared, tell them the snake is out and we need a hoe." He slammed the shot glass on the counter.

Mielin entered, and after catching his eye, she nodded. With this Syaoran stood straight, felt his back for his gun, and walked across the room to join his cousin. As he strolled into the backroom, the light lift in his step apparent, all eyes moved to him. Eriol, Tomoyo, Meilin, Tsukasa, and the henchmen around all look to him, waiting, expecting, excited. Tsukasa stood up, "we have confirmed at least 20 members of the sk are present."

"I counted at least 50." Syaoran smiled broadly as he looked at each face, "let's have fun, and more importantly let's kill the bastards." Syaoran grabbed the bottle of beer on the table, and as he turned to leave he threw back some last words, "oh and try not to kill our actual customers." He walked out of the room, but before his senses where drowned in the noises of the bar, the music, the people, the yells and shouts of excitement rose as they fired themselves up.

Syaoran walked back to the bar, eyes open, reading everyone he could get a glimpse of. As he sat at the bar, people watching, he saw it. An average guy, dressed averagely, nothing special about him what so ever, he dressed to blend. But no matter how average he looked his eyes gave him away; cold, distant, focused. This was it, a scout. Syaoran waved a Tsubasa over, "look, there." He nodded in the direction of the guy and looked down at the beer in his hand. "Him." With that one word Tsubasa turned and went to approach the man.

Tsubasa invited the slightly suspicious man back to a back room for a little bit of gambling. Syaoran followed them with his eyes as they walked across the room, dodging and shoving people out of their way. As Tsubasa pulled back the black curtain, Syaoran made his move. In five paces he was there, gun poking the man in the back, hand over his mouth as he shoved him into the room.

"Ok" said Syaoran as he pushed the man on the couch, "Tell me who sent you, why are you here?"

"What are you talking about?" A look of panic slid over the man's face, but quickly disappeared.

"You, I know you work for the Snake Kings, why are you here? Did Damien send you? When are they coming?" Syaoran was getting slightly irritated, as this dumbass fiddled in his chair, the Snake Kings could be up to anything. After a few seconds he sighed, giving a slight grin he said, "have it your way."

Syaoran ripped of the guy's shirt and punched him in the kidney, "Tsubasa, a bowl of water." As Tsubasa left to get the water, Syaoran started with out him. First he tied the struggling man's hands and feet, stringing them together. He then pulled him off the black felt couch and shoved him to his knees. As the man's knees hit the hard concrete floor with a loud crack, he shouted in pain. Syaoran looked over the already pitiful man looking for the serpent tattoo that adorned every member of the gang, and which could show his rank. Giving up on the top half, Syaoran yanked down his blue jeans, to the knees at least, and continued to look. As he was about to shout out in frustration he saw it, snake head sticking out of the man's boxers. "heh, you're a sick fuck." Syaoran laughed slightly as he pulled on the guy's boxers revealing the snake outline that trailed up his thigh out of his pubic hair. "That's wrong, are you trying to make up for something? What the fuck could it be, I wonder?"

Tsubasa returned and stopped in his tracks, "seriously, dude." He placed to clear bowl of water on the floor and laugher, "you're a seeker? That's too bad."

Sakura

Sakura despised wearing dresses and cursed herself for choosing to. Her broken right arm gripped the throttle, revving the engine hard. Her dress swooped back behind her, good thing she was wearing shorts under it. As she raced toward Afterdark, her hair wiping behind her, she grimaced from the slight pain in her arm.

Sakura finally arrived to the abandoned warehouse and noticed the unusually full parking lot. She parked, swung her leg over the bike and straightened out her dress. As she took off her helmet and smoothed out her hair, she spotted Tomoyo near the door. Happy, Sakura smiled, she walked across the cobble parking lot and towards Tomoyo. But she stopped; just as she had gotten close enough to yell out someone came up to her. The man who had approached Tomoyo looked strangely in place, something was wrong. Sakura hid behind a nearby car and listened to the conversation.

"Can you help me find my friend?" asked the man, "he was here earlier, but he seems to have disappeared."

Tomoyo obviously noticed and suspected something was up. She replied as she edged closer to the door, "nope, haven't seen him. Try looking inside, he may be inside." She went to open the door when he grabbed her arm, pulled her back and contested.

"But I already searched in there, why don't you help me out here; I think I saw him go behind the building."

Tomoyo grinned as a bruise started to develop on her arm where he had a hold of her. "Why dontcha let go before I get angry." As she said this, she stared him in the eyes, not blinking, not showing weakness.

'My kinda women,' Sakura smiled as she looked at the feisty Tomoyo. She looked her over. Tomoyo wore flashy clothes, almost embarrassing, but she some how managed to make it work. Her royal blue dress had spaghetti straps that were not necessary. It was form fitting until right below the hips where it flared into a swishy skirt till mid-thigh. She wore a black corset and black arm cuffs. Her black knee high boots came to a deadly 4 inch heel. As Tomoyo stared the man down, her black curls falling down her back, Sakura felt a warm sensation move from her heart to between her legs. She bit her lip as she watched the beautiful woman dig her nails into the man's throat and shove him against the building. "I said fuck off." Tomoyo kneed him in the groin and pushed him to the floor.

Sakura walked out from behind the car and shouted out "oy!"

Tomoyo looked her way, surprise evident on her soft face. "Oh hey, what are you doing here?"

Sakura sauntered over and hooked her left arm with Tomoyo's right, "I could ask you the same thing." She smirked as she directed her back into the building. "Nice job, by the way, it was hot. Will you dance with me?" Sakura asked as she pulled Tomoyo onto the dance floor.

Before she could answer, Sakura started grinding to the music, pulling her close whispering into her ear, "you are hot."

Syaoran

Standing up, Syaoran grabbed a towel and dried his hands, water was everywhere, and the unconscious body on the ground was soaked. At least he got what he wanted. 2 o'clock. That is when they plan to strike. Syaoran pointed to the body, "Is he still breathing?" With a nod from Tsubasa, he smirked, "Ok, put him the storage room." He stepped out of the room and closed the curtain. As he faced the dance floor he stopped, shock evident on his face. There danced Sakura, grinding her body into Tomoyo's. Both bodies moved to the music, and both rubbed in places that loved to be touched. As Syaoran composed himself, he tried to hide the noticeable bulge in his baggy pants.

But before he could make another move Touya walked onto the danced floor and pulled Sakura off. "What do you think you're doing here? You are still recovering…look at that cut…dad…"

"Fuck off Touya, I have had worse, I was lucky this time, if I hadn't jumped from the window I might be going to have another abortion next week. I just want to have my fun while I still can, and until you move to a different site, I can't live with you, so after next week, I'll be going back." Sakura pushed away from her brother and ran into Yukito.

"Sakura…" Yukito whispered something to her and walked away. Syaoran watched, confused, as Sakura walked to a backroom.

Touya caught sight of him and walked over, "hey man, how's it going?"

Syaoran looked up, "I have news; did you bring the stuff?"

"Of course, let's talk in the back." Touya, Yukito, and Syaoran moved to another room near Sakura's and closed the curtain behind them.

"This is good." Syaoran picked up the automatic and looked it over. "Real good." He placed it down and looked at the sprawl of weapons on the floor. "How many are there?"

"Yukito go get Eriol." Touya smiled with pleasure. "286 guns, and 439 knives. 500 if you count the ones my sister have with her. And both Yukito and I have 2 guns each." Touya pulled out a crooked knife and showed it to Syaoran, "plus this…don't touch it, it's poisoned."

At that point Yukito and Eriol returned. "hand these out to people." Syaoran loved the smell of gunpowder. "Ok let's go, we only have…an hour." They headed out of the room, Eriol and Yukito split to hand out weapons and instruct them on when to expect activity and to keep a watch out.

Syaoran headed to the bar only to see Sakura ordering a coke with coconut rum.

Sakura

She looked up as she took her drink, there he was. That guy from earlier, 'why does he seem so familiar?' She stood up and smirked, "Can I help you?"

Syaoran took her in. He smiled as the thought of the other night crept up. "Yeah, actually you can. Can you show me where you hide all of those knives?"

Sakura stared at him a little confused, and then remembered seeing him with her brother. "Does my brother tell you everything or should I get you arrested for stalking." She stopped for a second, "you look familiar; where do I know you from?"

"here."

"Oh right. That doesn't narrow it down." Sakura looked at him over. 'He is hot.' His muscles pulled his wife beater tight and his definition showed. She smiled, "ok, let's go."

She pulled him into a room and kissed him hard on the mouth. She pressed against him, guiding him to the couch. But as she shoved him down she stepped onto the couch and slammed her right heel by his head. Her skirt slid back, and her legs open near his face. (her shorts have been taken off a long time ago). Sakura pulled out a knife from inside her thigh and held it close to his face. "I hide them in as many places as I can." She smiled as she slid it back into it sheath.

Syaoran smiled too. He grabbed her under her arms and flung her down. A little squeak of surprise escaped her. She was now laying on her back on the couch as he crawled up her body. He came up to her face and thrust his hips into hers as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She lifted her hips along with his. As he pulled back for air she grabs onto his shoulders and pulls him down, she reaches up and digs her teeth into his neck. He let out a deep groan and arched his back, his hips digging into hers.

Sakura slipped her hands under his shirt and felt every ripple his muscles made. Not being able to resist he need to take in his masculine body, she pulled off his shirt. His kisses, searching, yearning, became deeper, and there it was, that spark. Gasping, she quickly pulled back. "you?" But before she could say anything else his phone rang. Then hers too.

"Moshi, mosh?" They said in unison.

They looked at each other in confusion. On Syaoran's phone Eriol said, "Dude, where are you, it's time."

On Sakura's phone Touya said, "Where the hell are you, something's about to go down I can't say anymore, just get the fuck out."

"I'm coming!" They replied in unison again. And again with, "I gotta go," as the shut their phones.

Sakura stopped at the entrance, "Um, if I see you again…" She straightened out her dress and smoothed her hair. "Bye" She rushed out to look for Touya.

Searching through the oblivious crowd she spotted Yukito in the D.J. room. As she approached Touya walked up beside him and whispered something in his ear. She watched as Yukito's eyes grew big and he began to search the room. As he spotted her, relief fell on his face and he pointed. Touya turned.

Sakura reached out as she got closer, and Touya grabbed her hand. "What's going on? Why do you sound so panicked?"

"I tried telling you not to come, Sakura, fuck it may be too late." Touya looked around, "look, something big is going tonight, you need to get your shit and get the fuck out, because its gonna be hell. Yukito will go with you." Touya pulled her and threw her into Yukito, "Go now!"

"Wait, what about you, if it's that bad let Yukito stay, he can help, I'll leave, I'll be ok." She pushed away and headed for the front, "tell Tsubasa I want to play again." She smirked as she walked away. Something big was coming, she could feel it, but the funny thing is as she walked she felt a pull. Instead of it getting weaker, it got stronger, it felt exciting. She pushed open the door and walked out. There stood about fifty men and women. The one in front felt familiar, "Damien." She whispered.

A smile spread across his lips, "Well, look who is here, Sakura, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Leaving. Now move the fuck away, I'm tired." Sakura lifted her broken right arm, "and damaged."

Damien laughed, "you think so?" He looked behind him, "I think you're coming with us."

A/N: ok I'm at a turning point, should I slowly add in magic to this story? Please tell me your opinions.