Finally next chapter, the coupling in this chapter is mainly Sakura and Yue and Yukito and Toya. Read and review.

My life my Magic

Tifa Strifeheart

Chapter Ten

Sakura froze. She didn't understand what was happening. One minute she been yelling at Yue, the next he was on top of her kissing her fiercely. Lightning spread from her lips and raced through her body and she instinctively sighed. Yue took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth of preceded to thoroughly explore it. Never before had she felt such heat, not even with Sayaron and thoughts of who exactly this was faded as she surrendered to the new sensations.

Yue wasn't thinking when he bent to kiss her and his thoughts hadn't returned as he did. He suspected that getting a kiss out of her would be a challenge but, not long after, she sighed, opening her mouth and allowing him access. Something in his stomach tightened as he pulled him closer and probed her cavity, that sharp tongue of hers unusually passive. He'd been with many women, both in a relationship and otherwise, but none had made him so excited so soon. Thoughts of what he wanted to do right there on her room carpet fill his head. Yue suddenly felt her soften and she stirred beneath him.

What was he doing! This was Sakura Kinomoto, the same Sakura he had failed to take proper care of. With more reluctance then he wanted to admit to himself, Yue tore his lips away from hers and stared down at her, shock etched onto his face. He had his hands planted on either side of her and she stared up at him. The silence dragged on for a long moment as the two stared at one another. Abruptly, Sakura turned her face away from Yue.

"Get off me." Her voice was tight and Yue didn't think twice before standing up. He offered a hand to help her up and, only after she realized that she couldn't stand up by her own steam, did she take his hand and allow him to help her up. As soon as she was standing, she pulled her arm away from him. She bent down to get her fallen crutch and when she straightened the cold look that had been on her face had turned into a glare. "What the hell was that?" Anger rising in her voice with every word, she suddenly shook her head. "What the hell was that for?!"

Yue watched her getting angry through blind eyes. He was too shaken up to see or hear anything. He'd never lost control of his will power like that before. He'd never before felt the need to do something so badly that he ignored his sense of reason. The urge to kiss her had been so strong... With a sigh he covered his face with his hand. "What the hell are you upset about?! Who the hell gave you the right to do – to molest me like that?" Yue cracked open an eye and stared at Sakura through his fingers. This was just one more reason why he'd never lost his senses – all the messy consequences. Sighing again, he removed his hand from his face and turned to look at her. Slowly he raised one eloquent eyebrow, his face a cold mask.



"If I am not mistaken, you were just as willing a contestant as I." She stiffened.

"Bastard!" He shook his head.

"And thus the child resorts to name calling." He didn't know when in these few minutes he had decided it, but he wouldn't apologize. He didn't regret it and had to admit that he would do it again. Glancing at her tightened mouth, the tightness in his stomach that had finally eased began to make its presence known. Not willing to get pulled in again, Yue turned on his heel.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Yue didn't stop.

"That is no business of yours." That was all he could think of as he made a hasty retreat. At the foot of the stairs, when he was sure that Sakura wouldn't burst out of her room at any moment, he sat down and put his head in his hand.

"What the hell..." What was happening to him? And why the hell did it have anything to do with Sakura. Annoyed at his lack of decent answers as well as the memory of her pressed against him, Yue sighed. Fujita's date of return was marked on the kitchen calendar; he might as well count the days till he'd be free. Outside, thunder echoed through the cloudy night sky.

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The only light on in the moderately sized living room was the small lamp that Yukito was using to read. The darkly lit room would have been a bother but Yukito had long ago stopped reading and now simply stared down at the page he'd been on for well over twenty minutes. Sighing deeply he flipped to the back of the book and pulled out the source of his distraction. Silently he read over the words of Toya's letter. Sighing, he stood up and made his way to the kitchen, leaving the open letter on the table beside the lamp. The sounds of his footsteps were masked at the relentless pounding of the rain outside. Setting down the now empty cup, Yukito wished silently that Yue was here. His brother was a comfort, just being there would have made things better, and he was sure.

Suddenly the door bell rang. Smiling a little to himself, Yukito went to answer it. This had so often happened before. He would think of Yue and, almost like magic, he would be there already knowing that something was bothering him. He put a hand on the door knob and unlocked it. He'd only been able to find someone who soothed him as Yue did once before, someone who he wanted to be there for and to support and did the same for him by just being there. There had only been one other person he cared – had cared – for more than Yue and that had been Sakura's elder brother. That had been-

"Toya?" The brunette stood on the door step, face grim and soaking wet. At the sight of him Yukitos chest constricted. What was he doing here? Toya silently stared down at him from behind his wet bangs and, like a deer caught in the headlights of an incoming car, Yukito stared back. Unable to move. Afraid to move for fear that Toya would disappear if he did. Afraid that he wouldn't. After what to Yukito felt like forever, Toya moved, slowly he pushed his bangs out of his face.



"So you mind if I come in?" With a start, more due to hearing Toyas deep voice rather than the suddenness of his request, Yukito stepped aside for him to come in.

"I'm sorry Toya." He hoped that Toya didn't hear the shaking in his voice. He shut the door behind him. "You're soaking wet. Come into the living room, I'll get you something to dry off with." Yukito lead him into the living room and left him there to go get a towel. What could Toya possibly be doing here? In the note it said that he was coming home but he thought that he would've heard something about his return before hand. He thought he'd be ready. Pulling a Towel out from the upstairs closet, Yukito paused for a moment. Why had he come back? He'd thought he was starting to heal. It had been two years already. God, he thought he was over it! Shaking his head. Yukito closed the closet door and went back down stairs.

At the living room entrance, Yukito froze. Toya had taken off his shirt and socks and stood in only his jeans. His silhouette against the lamp light sent shivers down Yukitos back. So distracted was he, that it took him a moment to realize that Toya was holding the letter Yukito had been reading earlier. 'Now he'll think that I'm still obsessing over him.' Feigning cheerfulness, Yukito made his presence know.

"Here you are." He walked across the room and handed the towel to Toya. "Use that to get dry. You can use my dryer for your cloths; I still have some pants in there so you can wear one of those while your clothes dry." He knew that he was babbling but he just couldn't help it. This was his attempt to ease the tension he felt in every one of his muscles. "I'll-I'll go make us some tea. Don't want you catching a cold." Yukito turned.

He hadn't heard Toya's footsteps but his arms suddenly came from behind and wrapped around him. Before he knew it he was being held against Toya's chest, Toyas head resting on his shoulder. Yukito stiffened. How could he do this? Why? Wasn't being hurt once enough? The worst part of all was that he couldn't let this other man go. To him Toya was and always would be his best friend.

"Let go of me." Toya shook his head against his shoulder.

"No. I won't." Yukito sighed. Inside he was breaking up. He couldn't let Toya see how much he was affecting him.

"What do you want from me Toya?" Toya was silent for a long moment.

"Nothing... Everything." Now Yukito was getting angry, something usually very hard to do. He struggled in Toya's embrace which only tightened.

"Let go of me Toya." Again the brunette shook his head. "This is not fair, Toya! Playing with me like this isn't fair!" Toyas grip didn't loosen as Yukito did his best to free himself. Sighing in defeat, Yukito slumped forward in defeat. The other man had always been stronger than him. "Please," his voice had fallen to a whisper. "Please Toya." There was a moment's hesitation before Toyas hold loosened slightly. However, instead of releasing him, Toya put his large hands on Yukitos waist and turned him around to face him.



"Yuki... Yuki I-." Yukito turned his face away. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the games that Toya was playing on him. He knew how he felt. Toya knew and still. He was ashamed. A shamed of not being able to get over his, once best friend. Ashamed of the picture he had under his pillow that he spent hours a day looking at. He was ashamed of his love for Toya, only because the other man hadn't been able to return it and he hadn't been able o let it go.

"I-I'm sorry Toya, I shouldn't have-" Before he had the chance to finish, Toya turned his face to face him and kissed him cutting off what was left of the apology. Yukito froze. He couldn't understand what was happening. He knew he should push Toya away, knew he could only get hurt and yet... The hands he knew should be pushing Toya away held his shoulders as if the other man was the only thing keeping Yukito up. With one last look at Toyas face Yukitos eyes slid shut.

Sensing his change, One of Toyas hands moved into Yukitos hair, tilting Yukitos head and the other arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. When his tongue ran across Yukitos bottom lip, Yukito opened his mouth and allowed Toya access, only wanting to be closer to the other man. It was a long time before the separated, but then Toya only left his mouth to explore his neck leaving kisses and nips in his wake.

Yukito couldn't see, he couldn't hear. All he could feel was the line of fire that Toya left on his skin. The heat spread throughout his entire body, taking the strength out of his legs and it was only Toyas arms around his waist kept him from sinking to the floor. "Yuki..." Yukito shuttered as Toya's warm breath fanned across his neck. "I've dreamed. Oh, what I've dreamed..." Toyas voice was hindering whatever senses he had left. All he wanted to do was surrender to the sensations that washed over him in and get lost in it. All he wanted to do was... Something screamed in the back of his mind and, before her realised what he was doing, Yukito had torn out of Toyas embrace.

Yukito was panting and held the front of his now partially open shirt. He was visibly shaking and couldn't stop. What was happening? "To-Toya? What-?" Toya hadn't moved from where he had held Yukito. His eyes had darkened and he crossed his arms over his chest. He stared at Yukito like prey that he hunted... and would eventually catch.

"That's not like you Yukito. If you want to ask what I want then answer is simple." He smiled then, a sexy smile that made him shiver with anticipation. "All I want, Yuki, is you."

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K surprisingly that took really quick to type considering how long it has been since I last updated. So I considered adding a lemon. If you want to see a lemon in the next chapter tell me if you don't tell me that too. And if you have a thing against yaoi (sori if this seems rude but) I don't really wanna hear it. LOL Well read and review.