A Humanising Influence.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters in my own fic. . .there's something wrong there. . .
CHAPTER 12 - Siblings. . .
Yue lapped up his reward and gazed at Touya like the cat that got the cream while the darker man struggled not to drown in the aftermath of his most explosive orgasm. There was no will or strength to resist as Yue began dressing him like a child, still licking his lips.
"It seems I'll have to be satisfied with the appetizer but I hope to enjoy the main course very soon." Touya shook his head stupefied and Yue's smile broadened.
"I see I haven't lost my touch." No answer was required but the other man shook his head anyway. The Guardian laughed and kissed him lightly but not so lightly that Touya failed to recognise his own taste on those lips.
His glazed eyes began to focus and he looked at Yue and the hair he had undone. "I-" He tried again. "I'd better re-braid you hair before we join the others."
Yue looked sceptical. "Do you know how?"
"Of course." He stood up on wobbly legs almost falling back onto the bed before he motioned Yue to sit before him before and began sifting his fingers through the strands and bringing order where there was none, a soft vibration told him Yue was purring contentedly.
"Where did you learn to manage such long hair? Sakura?"
"No. I used to work as a stable boy and there was this one horse that only allowed me to plait his mane and tale for gymkhana events."
The shoulders he was facing began to shake and he could tell the indignant tone was forced. "Such a comparison I have rarely been subjected to!"
"Why not? There are few things I enjoy more than the feel of raw power beneath me although I suspect you will be of surpassing stamina, still generally the same idea but definitely a little more. . .untamed."
"Toya! I -."
The hands braiding his hair stilled. "What did you just say?"
"Toya. . ."
"That's Yukito's name for me."
"I-sorry, I didn't mean to."
"No. I like hearing you say it."
"Toya. . ." Yue repeated as he moved himself backwards and into the footballers lap. "Toya. . ." He leaned his head back against the muscled shoulder to make his mouth accessible. "To-."
"Oniichan!"
Touya cursed silently. "Yeah!?"
"Eriol's leaving. . ."
"So?"
"SO COME AND SAY GOODNIGHT!"
Touya sighed and pressed his forehead into the Guardian's neck. "To be continued?" Yue suggested.
"Hopefully with many sequels and series re-runs." Touya added removing Yue from the cradle of his thighs and standing carefully, wary of his limbs capability to work properly. Looking down he checked his clothes were relatively straight, "You can probably get away with staying up here, you need to sort that hair out anyway."
"It's done." Touya looked up and true enough the braid was in the final stages.
"How did you do that?"
"Practice." Yue said flipping the heavy coil over his shoulder.
"Well this means you can face the beast as well."
"Oh come on! Now you don't like Eriol either?"
"Give me a break. One guys after my sister the other one's after my boyfriend."
Yue looked pleased at the label before he replied. "That was Clow, not Eriol."
Big difference thought Touya and scuffed his toe against the carpet somewhat diffidently.
"I notice you don't call Clow 'Master' anymore. . ."
Yue looked surprised. "Of course not. Sakura is the Card Mistress now and if I'm going to call anyone Master it'll be you. . ."
"I like the sound of that!" Replied the now thoroughly appeased Touya.
"ONIICHAN!" Sakura yelled.
Touya rolled his eyes and looked at Yue. "Who'd have a sister?"
"YUE! GET YOU'RE PANCAKE KIDNAPPING BUTT DOWN HERE!" yelled Kero.
Yue looked at Touya with a total lack of pity. "Trust me, brothers are even worse."
"ONIICHAN!"/"YUE!" The couple thought it best to answer the screams before the volume lifted the roof. . .
* You may notice I've updated all the chapters to make way for Dr Megalomania's obsessive nit-picking * sobs * I hope you're happy now! I'm not half the writer I used to be. I can't eat, I can't sleep. . .my confidence is shattered. . .only reviews can make me whole once more. . .
*Leaning back and congratulating herself * "Suckers! They're simply no match for my crafty persuasive skills" Oh, am I still typing?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters in my own fic. . .there's something wrong there. . .
CHAPTER 12 - Siblings. . .
Yue lapped up his reward and gazed at Touya like the cat that got the cream while the darker man struggled not to drown in the aftermath of his most explosive orgasm. There was no will or strength to resist as Yue began dressing him like a child, still licking his lips.
"It seems I'll have to be satisfied with the appetizer but I hope to enjoy the main course very soon." Touya shook his head stupefied and Yue's smile broadened.
"I see I haven't lost my touch." No answer was required but the other man shook his head anyway. The Guardian laughed and kissed him lightly but not so lightly that Touya failed to recognise his own taste on those lips.
His glazed eyes began to focus and he looked at Yue and the hair he had undone. "I-" He tried again. "I'd better re-braid you hair before we join the others."
Yue looked sceptical. "Do you know how?"
"Of course." He stood up on wobbly legs almost falling back onto the bed before he motioned Yue to sit before him before and began sifting his fingers through the strands and bringing order where there was none, a soft vibration told him Yue was purring contentedly.
"Where did you learn to manage such long hair? Sakura?"
"No. I used to work as a stable boy and there was this one horse that only allowed me to plait his mane and tale for gymkhana events."
The shoulders he was facing began to shake and he could tell the indignant tone was forced. "Such a comparison I have rarely been subjected to!"
"Why not? There are few things I enjoy more than the feel of raw power beneath me although I suspect you will be of surpassing stamina, still generally the same idea but definitely a little more. . .untamed."
"Toya! I -."
The hands braiding his hair stilled. "What did you just say?"
"Toya. . ."
"That's Yukito's name for me."
"I-sorry, I didn't mean to."
"No. I like hearing you say it."
"Toya. . ." Yue repeated as he moved himself backwards and into the footballers lap. "Toya. . ." He leaned his head back against the muscled shoulder to make his mouth accessible. "To-."
"Oniichan!"
Touya cursed silently. "Yeah!?"
"Eriol's leaving. . ."
"So?"
"SO COME AND SAY GOODNIGHT!"
Touya sighed and pressed his forehead into the Guardian's neck. "To be continued?" Yue suggested.
"Hopefully with many sequels and series re-runs." Touya added removing Yue from the cradle of his thighs and standing carefully, wary of his limbs capability to work properly. Looking down he checked his clothes were relatively straight, "You can probably get away with staying up here, you need to sort that hair out anyway."
"It's done." Touya looked up and true enough the braid was in the final stages.
"How did you do that?"
"Practice." Yue said flipping the heavy coil over his shoulder.
"Well this means you can face the beast as well."
"Oh come on! Now you don't like Eriol either?"
"Give me a break. One guys after my sister the other one's after my boyfriend."
Yue looked pleased at the label before he replied. "That was Clow, not Eriol."
Big difference thought Touya and scuffed his toe against the carpet somewhat diffidently.
"I notice you don't call Clow 'Master' anymore. . ."
Yue looked surprised. "Of course not. Sakura is the Card Mistress now and if I'm going to call anyone Master it'll be you. . ."
"I like the sound of that!" Replied the now thoroughly appeased Touya.
"ONIICHAN!" Sakura yelled.
Touya rolled his eyes and looked at Yue. "Who'd have a sister?"
"YUE! GET YOU'RE PANCAKE KIDNAPPING BUTT DOWN HERE!" yelled Kero.
Yue looked at Touya with a total lack of pity. "Trust me, brothers are even worse."
"ONIICHAN!"/"YUE!" The couple thought it best to answer the screams before the volume lifted the roof. . .
* You may notice I've updated all the chapters to make way for Dr Megalomania's obsessive nit-picking * sobs * I hope you're happy now! I'm not half the writer I used to be. I can't eat, I can't sleep. . .my confidence is shattered. . .only reviews can make me whole once more. . .
*Leaning back and congratulating herself * "Suckers! They're simply no match for my crafty persuasive skills" Oh, am I still typing?